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The other day I was reminded of an incident that happened with me and my first girlfriend. While thinking about how I could use it to write a story, I was reminded of another experience I had with the same girl. Unfortunately, these happened what must’ve been 8 or 9 years ago, and I remember almost no dialogue, and little of the context, although I remember the actual events quite well. Therefore unlike my other fictions, this story is going to be much more fictitious, and I’m going to effectively write a story that incorporates what I remember of the experiences, despite the fact that the experiences happened at different times, because I don’t remember enough to give each one their own story that is mostly accurate to what really happened. The actual omorashi bits will be mostly accurate to the real events however, as I remember them much better.
Intro:
It was the middle of spring, 2009. It was Friday, unfortunately, and I awoke at 7AM for another “boring” day of Primary School. I was only in Year 4, which sets this story far earlier than any of my others. (Obligatory warning that nothing illegal happens in this story because of the ag of the characters, which I am only making so young because that is literally when this happened and I want to keep this accurate as some events only make sense in the context of Primary School.) While I still wasn’t rally that exited for school, I’d much rather stay at home and read, there was an event of interest. We were going on a school trip to a Roman villa, or at least, a museum built upon the remains of one. I still remember some of this trip, it was one of the best school trips I ever went on.
I woke up, and got dressed. I made myself a cup of tea, a task I had only learned to do a year prior and was still trying to refine. I remember around this time that I used to try and experiment with the brewing time to determine how long I liked, back then I liked to remove the teabag almost immediately, meaning I liked the taste of the boiled water rather than the tea, whereas now I prefer 5 or 6 minutes. (This is the problem with my memory. I don’t remember almost any dialogue from this, but I do remember how long I brewed my tea for.) I didn’t know how to cook at this age, so I simply got out the book I was reading and lounged about in the living room and read that for half an hour.
I was a very different person back then to now. My family were a bit beyond on technology, our prefered physical media format was VHS, despite DVD coming out 13 years earlier, and we still used a huge armchair sized CRT for TV despite everyone else in our neighbourhood converting to LCDs or Plasma a few years earlier. While I didn’t collect retro technology back then, I wouldn’t have been surprised if you mistakenly thought I did. The reason why I spent my time reading rather than playing a computer game like most of my friends did back then was because our most up-to-date computer was a HP Pavilion dv2000 laptop, that was a museum-piece back then, coming on for 8 years old, that I still own somehow despite it being nearly 17 years old.
Anyway, enough about me, my mum came downstairs later, made me some boiled duck eggs for breakfast (don’t ask me why I remember what I had for breakfast that day, I don’t know myself.) and took me to school. I entered my classroom, said hello to my friends, and sat down at a desk at the back of the classroom where I usually would sit because it had a computer on it that I would use to write stories on. I chose this one specifically because it had one of those massive old CRT monitors, rather than the much smaller LCD monitors most of the school computers had moved onto. I preferred the older monitors despite the annoying high-pitched noise they made, (I was used to it from at home though, so it didn’t really bother me.) because the LCD monitors of the day were quite fragile and some of the Neanderthals I called classmates would think it was funny to press down the screen until the liquid crystals dispersed, causing large black splotches that never healed. Nowadays that’s not so much of a problem, but back then it was awful. I used to stick with the CRT displays despite them being nearly as old as me even when I was going there because no matter how hard those idiots tried they could break them so easily.
My girlfriend at the time, my first girlfriend, in fact, Sam, came and sat down next to me, and we had a conversation before class started. I never learned what Sam was short for, or at least if I did I never remembered it. I think it was probably short for Samantha, but I don’t remember. I used to know her last name too, but I forgot that a couple of years ago and now I don’t know it anymore.
End of Intro:
That’s the end of this one for now. It’s just the intro, but I’ll write some more later. I plan to finish my other two stories before I work on this one too much, but I want a reminder of this so I don’t forget the idea before I can write any more of this. |
FINAL CHAPTER
Ashley, in nothing but her tight black panties and bra squeezed her legs so tight together she felt a bit of s cramp in her calf. She let a tear run down her cheek as she moaned quietly in agony as the pulses became constant all of the sudden, fast as well, one after the other making her belly bulge out.
“What are y-you doing here,” Ashley stuttered while she sweat and put on a fake smile.
“We need to talk backgrounds darling!” Martha said. I’ve brought some samples for the next shoot, what do you think?”
”M-m-Martha I,” she stopped suddenly holding her bladder as she bent over in pain. She bounced up and down feeling a leak about to break through. “Could we possibly d....d...do th-this later?” Like maybe when I’m not to explode she thought.
“Nonesense we need to make decisions now! Jackson, roll the camera, take s picture of any of this professionals model poses sometimes they just happen.”
”Yes mam,” Jackson said. “They’ll be automatically uploaded to our social media page as well.”
Ashley jaw dropped to the floor as she couldn’t believe what she heard. She started to shake, barely able to contain the explosive ocean inside of her. She bit her lips and puffed her cheeks as her whole body covered with a coding of nervous sweat.
“We do need a WiFi password. What is it?”
Ashley could barely think. She called in Liz from that hallway. Liz who had her legs crossed and bouncing let out a sigh. She struggled into the living room.
“Liz what’s the WiFi password?”
“It’s Blad-“ Liz froze upon seeing the model film crew with the cameras on her. “Wha—what are they d-d-doing here?” She started to shake with her legs squeezed together sweating so much her white shirt tightened around her body and showed her piercing hormonic nipples.
“Now that’s attractive!” Said Martha. “Get the cameras on her too. In fact, Este, give her some makeup and work on her feet quick.”
“Wait,” Liz said in a fearful strained voice. “Oh holy crap” she whispered. She was stunned after the guy pushed her onto her couch. How she managed to keep her massive load inside she’ll never know.
Este brought up her foot which meant her leg was held high making it harder to squeeze her bladder. That’s when a spurt escaped and made Liz freeze in terror with her pupils dilating and her breathing increase. She was having a panic attack this was insane!
Both her and Ashley were barely hanging on and felt their bladders endlessly throbbing painfully. Huge pulses shooting out to their sides and front of their bodies on their abdomen. They held them feeling as if they had the world’s worst stomach ache. Except this had the boiling sensation of pee.
Liz spurted again and her heart skipped a beat. The camera was going back and forth between her and Ashley who was still barely holding up on the table.
Liz noticed Ashley gave her an angry look. This was a brand new couch that Ashley bought on her trip in Italy. Only ten of these leather black couches with the back made of large pillows existed in the world. It cost more than Liz made in a year. Ashley was begging in her stare for Liz to hold it like she’s never held her bladder before. She didn’t want her wetting the couch and ruining it.
“Ashley!” Martha snapper her fingers. Ashley snapped back into reality. “What’s wrong with you today? Are you sick?”
Ashley could not admit this in front of her boss. She used all her strength to stand up straight crossing her legs tight up to the crotch to hold in the pee ready to explode out of her girlhood. “I’m f-fine MarthA!” That last sound came out as a yelp as a massive pulse the likes of which Ashley never felt before in her life made everything between her arms and legs feel like they were on fire inside, flames boiling and bursting from the inside ready to come out. Her urge to pee was insane and sweat was running down her face. “I’ll be right back.” She rushed out of the room.
Liz was in shock seeing her basically cut her in their bathroom line. She tried getting up but was forced back down by Este as he brought up her other leg. “Mmmmmmmmmm!” She moaned with her eyes closed, the pulses attacking nonstop. That’s when her belly growled and a more solid pain pushed inside her. Liz couldn’t believe this was happening. She squeezed her butt cheeks together as tight as she could. But she was ready to explode.
Ashley was knocking on the bathroom door messing with the knob. “Alex for God’s sake what are you doing in there?” She wishes she never pushed her ear against the door as she heard the shower running and and quickly stuck her fingers plugging up her girlhood gasping breaths for relief.
“Just give me like another 15 minutes, my shower will be done.” Alex said.
Ashley was stunned. “We don’t have 15 minutes! We don’t even have 5. Alex, you know how bad we have to go. We’re literally on the verge of accidents and-“she stopped squeezing herself for dear life to fight off another huge pulse like the one she felt before that rocked her whole body. Except this didn’t go away. The demon was coming to burst out any second!
Ashley could only dance around foot to foot quickly in agony. Martha pulled her back into the room.
“Ashley enough goofing around. We need to go over backgrounds. Now what about this one?”
This could NOT be happening. She was going to explode any second. She could feel her urine trying to escape. The background she saw were waterfalls. Only making her need worse.
“Or this one?” The next was the ocean with massive waves. “Even comes with sound.” She clicked the button and she did not want to hear that. Liz didn’t either this was too much.
Liz was crying in agony feelings both ends of her about to pop open their surprises. This was the end. No matter how much she tried to hold it was no use. Este thought she was stressed and gave a foot rub but wasn’t helping.
“Please stop,” Ashley said in a quiet tone.
“Oh the waterfalls had sound too I’m sorry.” Martha turned the sound on and was curious on why Ashley started smiling.
“Ahhh,” Ashley said peacefully as she floated in her own world. The relief of her bladder emptying made her unaware of what had been around. She didn’t know pee was exploding out of her pee hole like a wildfire spreading and pouring onto the carpet. Spreading down her bare legs and onto her feet. Her panties almost came off from the waterfall coming out of her. Her belly deflated as a puddle spread and Ashley was no longer in agony.
She fell to her knees peacefully in a splash. That’s when she woke out of it and realized she just had a major accident that flooded the living room. Her boss was standing back gasping in horror. The camera caught everything and spreading on social media. Ashley felt her stomach tighten as great panic and sadness made her start to burst into tears. “Oh no! No no no no no!”
Liz was paralyzed. She couldn’t move. That’s when it happened. Pee exploded out of her pee hole and gushed onto the couch soaking it. It spread across all of it and onto the carpet making Este jump back. Liz was not in peace like Ashley had been. She was in disbelief and crying as the camera was on her too and sent out everything. That’s when the other thing happened. Liz couldn’t control it anymore. She started to shit herself right there on the couch too. The nervous breakdown she had caused diarrhea. She was humiliated and covered her face in embarrassment.
Ashley cried harder seeing her couch ruined. A one of a kind.
Alex came out of the bathroom and walked into the living room refreshed with her white robe one and towel around her hair. “What’s with all the screa-OH MY GOODNESS!!!” She said seeing her friend’s accidents, and feeling some guilt over it.
Martha signaled her crew to rush out leaving the two girls who didn’t make it crying uncontrollably.
The end. |
Well, here it is, folks. The grand finale. A year and a half's worth of stories, leading us here.
Before we get to the story, I want to thank all the fans who supported me. Without that, I would have given up on this story arc long ago. As it is, I'm walking away not because of any lack of acclaim on this forum, but because one, I'm getting a little bored, and two, it's best to end on a high note. No need for a slow decline. And I hate stories left unfinished. Best to wrap it up.
What's still to come? I will put all the "Season 3" stories together, with a couple bonus tales, and make that available; then I'll release the complete set, possibly with still more bonus content. Maybe a glimpse of Meagan & Parker's future. A little behind-the-scenes stuff, too. I wonder... perhaps a Q&A? "I write omofic that somehow turned into a romance novel. AM(M)A!" [Ask Me (Mostly) Anything]
There are a lot of callbacks and references to prior stories in here. Mostly in italics, occasionally in the dialogue. Sort of a "grand tour/greatest hits" approach. I was tempted to go track down all the stories but that would take me ages. If you'd like to read everything, or just want to know what Parker's remembering in this story, just PM me for the PDFs.
And now, with no further stalling... time for the curtain to go up for the last time. Enjoy.
(Oh, and if you've read my stories you know what to expect, but there will be sex. So much sex.)
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Congratulations (Graduation Day)
For once Parker woke up first. He checked the clock: they could sleep a little longer.
But he didn’t go back to sleep. Instead he watched Meagan breathing, the rise and fall of the sheets over her chest, hair splayed out across the pillow. It had been a good night. They’d had a lot of good nights lately, and good days, and what could have felt like something winding down instead felt new again, new and exciting, headed for the future.
He was the luckiest kid on the planet.
And she was just about to be a college graduate.
Her alarm started to beep. He reached across her and turned it off, then proceeded to wake her in his own way. He’d thought about going down on her, but instead he used his fingers. That way when she slowly woke, and stretched in that sleepy-sexy way, he could see the expression on her face. Which was delightful.
“Mmmmmmm,” she said, smiling, eyes still half-lidded. “’Snice. Kee’ goin’.”
He kissed her, and did. Keeping his thumb on her clit, he slipped a finger into her. She was already getting a little slick. He kept it up until she started to breathe a little heavy, then backed off a bit. She made little protesting noises.
“I’d keep going,” he said, “but your alarm went off a few minutes ago.”
“Doesn’t matter. Keep going.”
“We’ll be late for graduation.”
“It was cute when Willow and Oz did it,” she said. “Keep going.”
“As you wish. But maybe this way instead...”
Now he did go down on her. Her little murmurs of approval turned into moans of delight. She was getting closer when he paused (letting his fingers take over) and asked, “Do you want to wait until tonight?”
“No.”
“I just don’t want you to miss anything…”
“We’ve got time,” she gasped. “Keep going.”
He chuckled, and went back to licking—but he left his finger where it was, beckoning. It didn’t take long after that.
“Fuck yeah,” she said. “Now that’s how to wake up.” She tried to sit up, failed, rolled over on her side. He came up to join her.
“So what do we need to do?” he asked.
“Well, I need to shower, and get breakfast, and then get dressed. But first I gotta take my last piss as an undergraduate.”
“Line-up’s at 9:30, ceremony’s at 10—and it’ll last for a couple hours.”
“Are you doubting me? After all we’ve been through?”
“Never.”
“Better not. Besides, you know the plan. And I’m gonna stick to it.”
“I’m excited.”
“Fuckin’ right you are,” she said, feeling up his hard-on.
She sat up, more sucessfully this time. “Pee, then shower, then breakfast, then gettin’ dolled up.”
She got up, wrapped a towel around her, and grabbed her shower bag. With one hand on the doorknob, she said, “Hey.”
“Hmm?”
“Wanna come watch?”
“Yes please.” He threw on some shorts and they went down to the bathroom together.
The house was quiet. Trav, Zach, and Cara were graduating too, but they were all downstairs. So no one saw Meagan and Parker slip into the bathroom together. She stood by the toilet for a moment, posing a little for him.
“If you’re just gonna stand there, can I go first?” Parker asked.
“Oh hell no.” She unwrapped the towel, to his delight, and sat down on the toilet. Then she frowned. “Hmm, I gotta do something else, hon. Maybe you don’t wanna be here for that part?”
“Um—yeah, I’ll go. But I really do gotta pee too.”
“Mmmkay. Let’s pee together.” She opened her legs. He needed no further urging.
Mingling their streams together felt… well, right, in its own weird way. He said so. “Symbolic, almost,” he said.
“Mmmhmm,” she said, tracing the length of his cock with her finger. “So much. Our own twisted little symbol. But now I’m about to drop a bomb, hon, and I don’t wanna shit all over your metaphor.”
“Leaving! I’ll get breakfast ready,” he added as he stepped out.
“Thank you!”
Breakfast wasn’t fancy—just cereal, trying to use up the last of the milk before they moved out. Besides, they were going to have a big meal later that day. He took the bowls back up to the room, and she came back in not long after, hair dark and wet around her shoulders. She closed the door behind her, then unwrapped the towel and let it drop. He admired her body as she started taking clothes out of the closet.
“Wanna eat this cereal before it gets soggy?” he said.
“Mmkay!” She sat down on the bed, still naked, and took the bowl from him. They ate quickly and quietly. She caught him looking more than once, and her eyes flashed with delight and desire in acknowledgement. Then she stood up and took her cap and gown out of the closet.
“So I know I had that whole outfit planned,” she said, “but how about this instead?” And she put the mortarboard on.
“Just that?”
“Mmmhmm!”
“That’s a strong fashion statement,” he said. “I feel like the president might frown on it…”
“Oh, just because I’m hotter than her?”
“Nah, every woman in the crowd would be thinking that.”
She grinned. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” She took the flat hat off and combed her wet hair out.
“Hang on, let me get a picture with the funny hat,” Parker said, going for the Polaroid camera. She laughed and put it back on and posed for him—framed in the closet door, one hand on her hip and the other on the frame, a triumphant/seductive smile on her face and nothing on her body. Click.
Then she took the hat off again and started putting together her wardrobe for the day.
The base layer was her best bra and panties—the same matching dark-red satin pair she’d worn two years before for his first birthday present. They still brought out her hair and her eyes amazingly.
“No, silly—here… I’m about to leak, I’m gonna piss right now…”
“Wait!”
“There’s no way I can wait any more!”
He could almost hear her stream splattering on the bottom of the trash can.
He watched as she tucked her breasts into the cups of the bra and hooked it up. Strange how putting it on could be almost exciting as taking it off. Then he flashed back again, this to the first time she’d ever taken that bra off for him: “No, let me, you’ll take forever...”
Next a pair of jeans—but at least not ripped—and a pair of brand-new Converse sneakers.
“I do love your mom,” she said.
“I honestly think she was mortified,” Parker said.
Meagan shrugged (oh, so amazing when she wasn’t wearing a shirt yet!)—but she did blush a little. “I’ve got my style. Deal with it.”
Making a virtue of financial necessity, he thought—but instead he just said, “Graduating in jeans and sneakers is not my mother’s way.”
“I know. But she bought me new jeans and sneakers anyway. That’s why I love her.”
“Mmmhmm. For the record, I think my dad loves the idea.”
“Probably.” She slipped into a blouse, her solitary concession to the formality of the occasion. Then she brushed her hair again.
“Wearing it down?”
“Best thing about me,” she said.
“Oh, I very much beg to differ.”
“What, you’ve got a different contender?”
“Well, let’s just say you’ve got many excellent qualities that are all jockeying for first.”
“Yeah? Let’s hear ‘em.”
“These,” he said, running his hands over her boobs, “and these,” down to her hips and legs, “and of course this...” tapping her bladder. She rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, and those too.”
“What?”
“Your eyes.”
She smiled.
“See?” he said. “Your eyes are just… amazing.”
“No, I can’t see,” she said, shoving him gently, “because I can’t see my own eyeballs!”
He grabbed her, starting to steer her toward the mirror, but she laughed and said, “Mirrors lie, don’t you know that by now?”
“Then let me be your mirror. And this mirror says you are stunning. Every inch of you.”
She kissed him.
“And I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you,” she said. “For all of that.”
They made out until she saw the clock. “Crap. I should head over.”
“I’ll walk you there.”
“I was hoping you would.”
Outside it was a bright spring morning, already warm. It would get still warmer, with those clear blue skies. They walked hand-in-hand onto campus. She was wearing her funny hat, and had her gown draped over an arm. The graduates were supposed to line up in alphabetical order inside Cole Hall. Ahead of them, the rest of Meagan’s graduating class was converging. Young men stood around, dressed sharply in ties and wingtips—or just in t-shirts and shorts, pretending that they were naked underneath. Parker briefly contemplated Meagan doing the same, only actually naked under the gown, but decided it wasn’t the time. Young women flocked together (with the occasional proud loner), in high heels and skirts or dresses, with well-done hair and immaculate makeup—or, rather closer to Meagan’s style, in t-shirts and flip-flops. There was a decided hippie aspect to their school sometimes.
Meagan outshone them all—at least to Parker’s eyes.
“Here’s where I get off,” he said as they reached Cole’s front door. “See you on the other side.”
“’Kay. Love you.”
“Right back atcha.”
They kissed, and Parker went in search of his parents. In time they called him, since they hadn’t been able to find him either, and with a little bit of phone triangulation, Parker finally tracked them down. Since they were not officially family, they did not have reserved seats. But it was an outdoor ceremony, and they could get a perfectly fine view off to the side.
Donna Daniels had managed to get a program, though, and they flipped through to find Meagan’s name. “Oh, she got honors!” Donna said. “She didn’t tell us...”
“Departmental and college,” Will Daniels added.
“She didn’t tell me either,” Parker said. “I don’t think she knew! She was really worried, down toward the end…”
The sun shone down through the leaves of the trees all around them, casting lovely intricate patterns of shadows. At times this was the most interesting part of the program, while waiting for the good parts. The various speakers droned on, the various performers performed. Finally names began to be read and graduates began to proceed across the stage. When they hit the L’s, Parker began searching what he could see of the line, looking ahead for Meagan. He spotted her fairly quickly. She was obviously looking around for him. He waved, but this didn’t help. Then, just as she stepped up onto the stage, her eyes made one last sweep across the crowd—and locked onto him. He put his hand up. She grinned, wide enough that he could see it from forty yards away, and put her hand over her heart.
Then:
“Meagan McAllister!”
She strode forward, red academic gown swirling around her jeans and sneakers, took her diploma firmly in one hand, shook the president’s hand with her other—and as she came down off the stage, she punched the sky in triumph.
Then there were the last impatient moments—everyone from M through Z, for instance, and the presentation of the Class of 2006, and the turning of tassels…
Finally the cheers rang out, the applause rained down, and the graduates processed out onto the quad, where they broke up and found their families.
Meagan was laughing, laughing out loud, as she ran to Parker and the Danielses. She picked Parker right up off his feet and spun him around and kissed him, and then hugged Donna and Will almost as enthusiastically, and everything about her radiated the words I did it I did it I did it!
“Well done,” Donna said.
“I got pictures of it all,” Will said. “Hope they turn out okay.”
“Thank you,” Meagan said, still half-laughing, her eyes bright. “Thank you for coming, and for taking pictures, and… and for everything…”
“You’re welcome,” Donna said. “How could we not come? We hear you’re going to be in our lives a while longer yet. And we hear that our son has found an exceptionally sensible, clear-eyed young woman to love.”
Meagan hugged her again.
“To put it another way,” Will said, “Welcome to the family.”
So then Meagan had to hug him again, and started to cry. And kept laughing, at the same time.
When her sobbing guffaws had settled down in Parker’s arms, and when she’d dried her eyes, commented on the benefits of not wearing makeup, and posed for a succession of pictures with the Danielses, and when they were walking somewhat aimlessly through campus, exulting in the warmth of the sun and the sheer joy of the day, Will said, “So! Lunchtime?”
“Yes please,” Meagan said, and they piled in the Daniels car and headed off.
Donna had wisely made reservations some weeks before, because the town was small and therefore graduation filled up every acceptable-for-parents hotel and restaurant quickly. It was the kind of restaurant that might have made Meagan nervous on any other day—it was not really a Converse sneakers kind of place, and the prices almost exclusively came in small, discreet double digits. But today she was on top of the world, and besides, the parents were paying. So she wore her mortarboard into the restaurant (but not the gown) and defied the world to question her attire. Then she set the funny hat aside to tie back her hair and actually eat.
And drink. Parker watched her steadily plow through a glass of water, a glass of wine, and then another water. She nudged him with her knee under the table to draw attention to each new glass she drained. Parker felt his pulse begin to climb, for he knew the plan.
“So you wanna head out now?”
“Sure. Bring your water bottle.”
“Bring yours. I’m gonna want more than just one bottle if I’m going to pee all over campus…I’m gonna probably have to pee in—oh, about ten minutes, after all that water. Where to next?”
The memory of that most-memorable Thanksgiving break faded as the conversation came around to an important issue.
“So, this summer at the camp again, and then you start at Michigan in the fall,” Donna said.
“Right,” Meagan said. “The scholarship came through, and I’m getting the loans lined up. Makes me a little nervous, that part. But honestly, the roughest thing about all this is that I’m going to ‘that school up north.’ My family’s always been on the OSU side.”
Donna and Will both looked a little blank.
“Football rivalry,” Meagan said dismissively. “Doesn’t matter. It might matter to my family. But to me? Does not matter at all.”
“Have you told your family that you graduated?” Donna asked.
“I’m gonna send them a picture of my diploma,” Meagan said. “Parker talked me out of writing ‘Haha, got it anyway’ on the back.”
“How wise of him,” Donna said.
As the meal wrapped up, they made arrangements for the next day. “We’ll be over at ten to help you move out,” Donna said. “What’s next for you two today? Parties?”
“Well, maybe,” Meagan said. “But mostly we’re gonna take a walk and just enjoy the moment.”
“Be careful you don’t stay out too long,” Will said. “Forecast says there’ll be thunderstorms this evening.”
“We’ll be fine,” Meagan said. She poured her third glass of water, ice and all, into her bottle, and then took a sip.
The elder Danielses dropped them off at Franklin House and waved their further congratulations and take-cares. As Meagan and Parker walked up to the big white pillars, Parker looked up at the house and said, “Weird that we’re leaving tomorrow. And a little sad.”
“Sad? We had some rough times here.”
“And some great times.”
“ ’Kay, that’s fair.”
“And we’re about to have another great time.”
“Mmmmhmmm.”
The house was empty—none of the other graduates or celebrating housemates had come back yet—so they could speak freely.
“How you doin’?” Parker asked.
“Oh, I’m starting to feel it a bit,” Meagan said, and took a swig from her bottle.
“Only just now?”
“It was hot out in that robe! I was sweating a little. Don’t worry, I’ll make up for lost time”—and she took another swig. “I just want to change clothes, speaking of sweating—and then we can go.”
She ran upstairs and came down again just a moment later, having swapped her button-down blouse for a t-shirt with the college name emblazoned across her breasts, and her jeans for cut-offs. Then they locked the door behind them and headed out.
They were bound for a place they hadn’t spent a lot of time, until quite recently: the river valley. The river had carved a notch in the prairie here, not quite a gorge but deep enough that several streets crossed it on bridges. Down below those bridges was a park, if park was the right word. It didn’t get a lot of attention or traffic, especially away from the main road down to it, and was edging into wild, unclaimed, certainly unkempt land. There were some old abandoned buildings along that road, of some historical significance but without much care. And the river flowed serenely through it all. They were going to the river.
It was about a twenty-minute walk from Franklin House to the valley floor: they had to cross one of the bridges, turn left and then follow a fishhook-shaped road down back under the bridge they’d just come over, and then down to the bottom. They passed the old buildings, the concrete shells no longer roofed, and went south along the riverbank, following the little path that walkers used. They met a few people here and there. Having gone pretty far south, however, they came to the edge of what seemed parklike and crossed over into the land that was much more untended. The path got narrower and the bushes got bigger. Then they re-found the little place they’d discovered on an earlier expedition: a little grass patch by the river, not so overgrown, but still mostly hidden by the bushes on either side and a tree overhead, which kept the people in the houses above from seeing anything. Having just walked for the better part of an hour, Meagan and Parker sat down on the grass and cuddled.
“How are you doing?” Parker asked again.
“Oh, I’m just fine. Gotta pee a little bit, but that’s no trouble yet,” she said cheerfully. “I got my lover, I got a warm spring day, I got my diploma—what could be better?”
“Well, from my perspective: having to pee a little more.”
“Gotcha covered,” she said, and took another deep pull on her water bottle.
He rested his head on her shoulder. “Love you.”
“Yeah you do.”
“So how are we gonna do this?”
“Well, according to the plan…
“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean today. I meant when you’re in Ann Arbor.”
“Well, excuse you for being so vague. Also for ruining a perfectly good setup for a ‘doing you’ joke.”
“Oooh, a tragic loss! My deepest apologies.”
“ ’Kay. So you mean long-disctance. Well, there’s this thing called Skype.”
“I’ve heard of it.”
“We’ll have to get webcams, but I think those aren’t too expensive… and I may have hinted that they’d make a great graduation gift…”
“Heh. You’re brilliant.”
“It’ll be important for way more than sex. I think we should make some commitments around communication.”
“I agree, that’s gonna be critical. Every day?”
“We definitely need to text every day. Even if it’s just ‘How’d your day go, less than three.’ ”
“Huh? …Oh, I get it. Mmkay. But not calling?”
“Let’s call on Skype… twice a week? Three times?”
“Twice a week for sure. But we can go higher.”
“Agreed. And one of those should be date night. I don’t want to suck up all your social life, though, so maybe not Friday or Saturday?”
“Tuesday, maybe? So we’ve got something to look forward to at the beginning of the week?”
“Mm, nice idea. But we may need to adjust based on our school schedules. Still, no matter about that, here’s what I’m thinking for date night: call on Skype and eat dinner together. And then after that… well, be sure you’re alone.”
“Mmmmmmmm.”
“It’s funny, I think it’ll be easy to do our kinks online, at least by comparison. It’s the other kinds of sex that’ll be harder… but we can show off for each other, I guess.”
“I can see how we can do my kink,” he said, thinking of a dramatic exchange of texts two summers past. “You just drink a lot of water before dinner and then keep me updated. But yours?”
“Easy. Imagine this. It’s a Tuesday. Lunchtime. You get a text from me: ‘Last piss until tonight.’ Then not long later: ‘Just finished my water bottle. Going for a refill. Goal: finish it by the end of class.’ Two hours later: ‘Done. Shall I fill it up again?’”
“Oooh. I’d say yes, of course.”
“Then later you get another from me: ‘Study time! One sip for every page. 54 pages assigned tonight.’”
“Mmmmmmmm.”
“Then we meet for dinner online. You can see that I’m already locked down, but I pour myself a glass anyway. You can see that I’ve got to cross my legs. By this time you’re all hard.”
“Yeah, I can believe that.”
“And then I tell you, ‘You get to come when I pee. Not before. And you only get to touch yourself when I do.’ And then I’ll proceed to hold it for you, on camera, for another hour.”
“Oh, yes. I like this.”
“But it won’t just be holding. It’ll be posing. Legs crossing. Stripping. Teasing. Every now and then I’ll grab my crotch, and then—but only then—can you jack off.”
“Yes, please.”
“Then imagine,” she went on, gently running her fingertips over the bulge of his hard-on, “as I take the camera into the bathroom, and stand in the shower—naked, wriggling all over the place. Finally the only way I can hold it in is to hold myself. So of course you hold yourself too. But then I work up the strength and I take my hands away, so you have to stop…”
“Mmmmmmmmmm.”
“And since just telling you this story has gotten you all hot,” she said, still stroking the crotch of his shorts, “I think it’ll work great once I actually do it.”
“Uh. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
“Can’t do that every week,” she said. “But at least once a month.”
“Uh. Wow. Suddenly I can’t wait for this.”
“Oh, I think you can,” she purred. “After all, waiting for it right now means you get to be here with me.”
“Very true.”
“Can we switch positions? Your turn.”
“Sure.”
She leaned back against him—subtly grinding against his hard-on with her butt as she settled in—and took his hands in hers. She guided them over her body, leading them to rest on her crotch.
“Help me hold it?” she asked, over her shoulder.
“With pleasure.”
“And pressure, please. Just a little.”
With some verbal guidance from Meagan, he found the right spot and pressed against it with two fingers. He used his thumb to run over her clit, and she shivered. “That’s perfect,” she murmured, laying her hands on his thighs. “Keep going…”
They stayed like that for a time, hidden from the world, not worrying about being seen, falling quiet, the sound of the river covering the small noises of fingers on fabric and pleasure in the back of her throat. He kissed her neck and hair, and sent his free hand wandering over all of her body that he could reach. He could feel the tension in her body growing, but he could also feel her total arousal—in the quickened rhythm of her breathing, in her erect nipples under shirt and bra, in the way she twitched at his touch and tightened her grip on his legs or arms. Every now and then she would take his hands in hers and hold him still for a bit, not letting herself get too close to climax—but keeping the pressure on her crotch. The returned pressure of her body against his kept him hard.
They were so lost in each other that they didn’t even register the sound of thunder for a while.
Then a louder roll made Meagan open her eyes. “Oh, wow, it’s getting dark.”
“Dark? But it’s not that late.”
“Well, we’ve been out here a while, but it’s got to be that storm. And if it’s already starting to get dark, we’d better head home quick.”
Part of it was that they were in the river valley, and so in shade. But the sky was definitely getting dark overhead. Then the thunder rolled again, louder this time.
They scrambled to their feet and headed back up the trail, rather more quickly than they had come—but it wasn’t long before Meagan paused, every muscle tensed up. “I think we would have had to leave soon anyway,” she said. “I’m really getting there.” And then she took another drink from her bottle.
“I love you so much,” Parker said.
"I know," she said.
They hustled up the trail, not saying much.
After about ten minutes, Meagan said quietly, “So lover? We’ve got a decision to make.”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m gonna need to change the plan a little. All that water is ganging up on me. Plus the river.”
“You can hold it.”
“Oh, that’s not even a question,” she said. “Of course I can. But we were gonna fuck while I was still holding…”
“I remember the term I used was ‘make love,’ but yeah.”
“Well, I really wanna fuck.”
“I can live with that.”
“So I can hold it until we get home. It’ll be close, my bladder is filling fast now. But I know I can do it. What I don’t know is if I can fuck you when we get there. You might not fit.”
“Gosh, you are tight.”
“I’ve got to be, I’m desperate enough… oh. Oh. Yes, this feels so good, I forgot how much… please. Please. A little deeper, but be gentle or I’ll explode all over you.”
“I wanted my first piss to be after we fucked but that’s just not gonna happen,” Meagan said, brining him back to the present. “So would you rather we fucked after? Or would you like me to let a little out first, and then still fuck while I’m desperate?”
“Let a little out, then fuck. Absolutely.”
"Thought you might say that,” she said. “So next question: do you want me to wait until we get back to the house, or do you want me to piss out here?”
“I don’t suppose we could do it all out here? Sex included?”
“No chance,” she said. “Not with that storm coming.” Thunder rolled—much closer now, and nicely on cue.
“Yeah, that was a long shot. But yeah, out here would be great. I’ve got a place in mind, too: those old abandoned buildings.”
“Perfect,” she said. “But just to make sure I’m still bursting when we get home…” She finished her water bottle in three big gulps. “And now let’s hustle before we get wet.”
“From the storm or something else?” he teased.
“Either one!” she said over her shoulder as she strode up the trail.
It took them another ten minutes’ fast walk to get back to the abandoned buildings. It hadn’t started raining yet, but it seemed like it would any second.
“Where?” Meagan asked, one hand resting on her waistband. “Inside?”
“That’ll be more out of sight, yeah.”
But when they went through the doorway through the old concrete wall, they found a ton of trash waiting for them.
“Let’s not,” Meagan said. “I mean, yes it’s hidden, and dear god do I have to piss, but—this is not sexy.”
“Agreed. Let’s try around back?”
“Sure.”
As they came out, however, they saw several other walkers hustling up the trail and had to wait for them to go by. Meagan clearly wanted to cross her legs or hold herself, but she stayed stock-still until the traffic passed. Then they ducked behind the building. There was still a little trash here, but more scrub bushes and last year’s fallen leaves to cover some of it. Lightning visibly flickered as they came around the corner; thunder rolled a moment later.
“Pretty exposed,” Meagan said, top button undone, checking the sightlines. “But—I’ll just be quick.”
A brief memory intruded: Lara at the observatory, leaning up against the wall. He shoved this aside and replaced it with the memory of Meagan pissing off of the pipe.
Meagan leaned back against the concrete wall, unzipped her shorts the rest of the way, and slid them down her thighs. Then her red satin panties. She squatted and pissed—for just two seconds.
To their amazement, it shot out ahead of her a couple feet: a jet of water that came and went almost too quick to be seen.
“Aaaaggggh,” she said as she squeezed it off.
“Better?”
“Not… really. But let’s see.” She produced a tissue, dried herself off, then whipped her clothes back up and chucked the wipe aside.
“I’ve never seen you piss like that before,” Parker said. “That distance.”
“Must have been partly my position and partly me squeezing,” Meagan said, clenching every muscle to be sure of her control. “I never let go entirely. I was worried what would happen if I did.”
“How you feeling now?”
“The rest wants out. Pretty badly.” She held up a hand. “And I just felt a raindrop.”
“Let’s hurry.”
They walked fast up the hill, then made the turn onto the bridge. Halfway across, the rain hit.
First it was a pattering of drops. Then a few more. Then a sudden burst. They could see it coming toward them for a second, and then they were caught in the downpour.
“Let’s run!” Parker shouted.
“Can’t! I’ll leak!”
“In this rain, who’d notice?”
“You would!”
“Oh, right!”
They didn’t run, but they walked even faster. There were only a couple seconds between the flash and the crash now.
“Three blocks to go! How are you holding up?” Parker said in her ear as they passed the gas station.
“This rain is not helping at all,” Meagan said. “I’m totally gonna burst.”
“Let a little more out?”
“I don’t want to ruin these panties.”
“They’ve got to be soaked already.”
“Yeah, but not with piss.”
“We can throw ‘em in the wash as soon as we get home.”
“Mmm… and I might not have a choice about letting a little out, actually… mmmmkay. Talked me into it.” She paused for another second.
“Aaagghg. Squeezing it off is so dang hard,” she said, and started walking fast again.
“Better?”
“Just a touch.”
They scurried the last block and at last made it under the shelter of Franklin’s porch and pillars. The house was still dark and silent when Parker unlocked the door.
“We are gonna drip all over the carpet,” Meagan said.
“This carpet’s terrible anyway.”
“…Right. What am I saying?”
He locked the door behind them.
“I’m gonna go straight down to the washer,” Meagan said. “Can you run up and bring down our other laundry? Might as well get everything clean before tomorrow anyway. I’d do it,” she said with a grin and crossed legs, “but I might pop if I tried to run anywhere.”
“Understood,” Parker said. His hard-on was chafing against his sodden clothes, but he hurried.
It seemed Meagan had either taken a long time to get down the stairs, or she’d been stalling for him, because she was only just starting the washer as he came down with their combined laundry in a hamper. She stripped off her shirt as he got to the bottom step—and he nearly tripped. She turned her head and grinned at his sexiness-induced clumsiness, then undid her bra.
He followed her example, stripping off his wet shirt, then his socks and shorts—and then his boxers, setting his erection free. “Whew,” he said. “Wet cotton on hard-on isn’t fun.”
“That’s why I’m glad I was wearing satin,” she said, putting hands to her nipples—which were indeed quite hard. She squirmed a bit as she did so.
He tipped the rest of the laundry into the machine as she took off her sandals and dropped her shorts and panties. She moaned a little and clutched herself a second later, then stepped out of the puddle (of both clothes and water) on the floor and picked up her panties for inspection—keeping her legs crossed as she did.
“Can’t tell what’s piss and what’s rain,” she muttered, and threw them into the washer. “Hope they’re okay.”
“If they’re ruined, I can get you more.”
“Yeah, but they’re the ones I wore when I first got with you, y’know? They’re special. Aaah!”
“Something wrong?”
“Almost leaked.”
He stepped closer. “Think I’d fit now?”
“Mmm—not quite.” She glanced around. “Where can I let out a little more?”
“Do you have to?”
“Pretty sure. Relax, I’ll still be desperate for you. In more than one way. But I do want a little time with the vibrator before I take you in me, so we need to buy some minutes.”
“You wanna pee down here?”
“Sure, it’ll be fun.” She pointed to the floor drain. “There, d’you think?”
“Might smell.”
“True.” She reached into the washing machine, pulled out a shirt that was still pretty dry, and held it between her legs—again, just for a second. Then she crossed those legs, bending forward, leaning on the washer. Finally she regained control and straightened up.
“Okay,” she said. “Now I think I can take you.”
“Here?” he said.
“Hah, we could.” She closed the washing machine lid. “This could be my vibe for today,” she said, patting the appliance.
“Girls actually do that?”
She grinned, leaning back against the washer on her elbows—legs still crossed, breasts thrust out. Her hair, black with wetness, clung to her shoulders. “I have, once or twice. But I don’t suppose you brought any lube, did you.”
“Nope.”
“Well, I’ve got some right here,” she said, tapping her groin.
“Your piss?”
“No, silly. Feel me.” She uncrossed her legs, and he reached between. She was indeed wet—and not from the rain.
“But I don’t particularly want our last fuck in Franklin to be on top of the washing machine,” she said. “And people might come home any minute.”
“Aren’t they all at parties all night?”
“Yeah, and if any of those parties are outdoors…?”
“Good point. Let’s get up to the room.—You know what I didn’t bring?”
“Any dry clothes for us?”
“Yup.”
“We’ll just have to make a run for it,” she said, her eyes flashing. She stuck a hand between her legs and started up. He followed her closely, her butt and back at eye-level. Her naked hips had never been so sexy.
When they reached the top of the basement steps, however, she pulled him into the big bathroom across the hallway instead of going further upstairs. She pressed herself to him, making sure he felt the flesh of her breasts against his body, and ran her fingers along his hard-on again. Here in the bathroom the rain seemed much louder. Thunder rolled again.
“What are you—?”
“Remember? This is where we first met,” she said. “Just wanted to point that out. Full circle. Here I am again, desperate to pee—here you are again, so very turned on…”
“I wasn’t so turned on then.”
“No, and I wasn’t so desperate. But aren’t you glad I had to pee that night?”
“We might have met some other day…”
“I know. We did meet some other day. But it was trying to figure out why we knew each other that brought us together. That’s the first time you ever made me laugh.”
“Heh. Thank the God of Hedgehogs.”
“We’re still on a mission from Hog,” she said, and kissed him.
“Mmm.”
“And,” she went on, “aren’t you glad that I have to pee right now?”
“So glad.”
“That I’m desperate?”
“Mmmmmmm.”
“Ready?”
“So very, very ready.”
She poked her head out of the bathroom, clutching herself again. “Coast’s clear,” she said. “Let’s go.”
They ran, then: ran naked down the hall, and through the front room—in full view of the big windows, which were wide open—and up the stairs. They were laughing by the time they got to their room, laughing with the delight of being naughty and the relief of getting away with it.
“Whew, that was hard,” she said, bending over for a moment. “Okay. Still under control for now.”
She went to the window and opened it up. The rain was still coming down hard. She stood, naked except for her sandals, looking out at the storm. The flash of lightning flickered over her body, and a moment later the thunder rolled deep and loud.
“Can’t hold it? The rain and that angle must be making it nearly impossible.”
“I promised I won’t pee until you come. So I won’t.”
He teased her a moment or two longer... She was shivering with the effort of holding now, but she knew what he was doing and didn’t beg.
Until she did. “Hurry,” she whispered…
He savored the memory a moment, then stepped up behind her, ran his hands down her body. She gave a little sigh of contentment—which turned into a small squeak of protest as he rested his hand on her bladder and gave the very slightest push.
“Don’t do that unless you want me to flood the floor,” she said.
“How about this instead?” he asked, sliding his fingers down to find her clit.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
He kissed her neck, her shoulder. “Do you want me to go down on you?”
“I wish, but I don’t think I can keep my legs open that long. Fingers are good. But I really want my vibe.”
He grabbed it from the bedside, stepped up behind her again.
“On a low setting, please.”
“God, don’t stop, but the rumbling is making it so dang hard to hold it...”
The rumble of the vibrator was a quiet counterpoint to the thunder-rolls outside. They watched as cars drove by, practically leaving a wake; they watched as people scurried past, under hoods and umbrellas. Nobody looked up at their window; nobody saw them naked as he played the vibe around her clit; nobody saw them as her breathing picked up rapidly.
He slid a finger into her outer lips. “You’re really wet,” he said, whispering in her ear.
“Almost there,” she said. “Which is good, because I am bursting.”
His erection somehow got even harder.
After another few moments she laid a hand on his wrist. “That’s enough,” she said with a gasp. “If I’m gonna have you in me, I can’t wait any longer. And god do I want you in me.”
“Here?” he asked. “At the window?”
“Mmm, no.” She walked—staggered—over to the bed and bent over it. “From behind me?”
“With pleasure.” He found the lube, slicked himself up, and—
“Holy shit, I can’t get in, you’re so tight.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re competing with all the pee I’ve held for you,” she said. “I’m gonna relax, just for a second. Ready?”
“Ready.”
He saw the tension in her muscles ease, and he quickly guided his erection into her. She gasped. “Aw, fuck,” she said—and clamped down on him, harder than he could remember.
“Something wrong?” he said.
“Yes and no,” she said. “I nearly pissed there. I may have leaked. But you feel amazing. And you haven’t even moved yet…”
He began his stroke—gently, trying to get a feel for what she could take.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, this feels amazing, but oh my god do I gotta pee… be careful…”
His pulse was hammering. He wanted to pump himself dry, he wanted to pound against the magnificence of her ass—but he went cautiously.
“Holy shit, yes, yes, yes!”
“Only one thing wrong,” he said.
“Huh?” she gasped.
“I wanna see you.”
“My face, you mean?” she said, panting.
“Yeah.”
“I get it. I wanna see yours.”
“Can we get on the bed…?”
“Yeah.”
“Without me pulling out?”
“Don’t think so.”
He pulled out, slowly—until her iron inner muscles popped him out the rest of the way. It sent shivers racing through him.
“Grab a towel, please?” she said, squeezing her legs crossed. He ran and did so. She spread it on the bed.
"You’ve gotta be on the bottom,” she said. “I can’t take your weight right now.”
He jumped on the bed and lay back. She knelt beside him, cradling his erection in her hand. “Have you ever been this hard, I wonder?”
“Not a lot.”
“I love it. So much.”
“You know why it’s so hard.”
“I do.” She shivered. “Shit, I gotta pee so bad. But we both gotta come first.”
She swung a leg over him. Stopped, grabbed her crotch. Shivered again. Tried to slide herself down onto him.
"See?” he said.
“Mmhmm. Okay.” She took a deep breath… relaxed a second…
Piss spurted onto his chest, just a few drops—and she slid down his shaft, squeezing all the way.
“That was close,” she gasped, shuddering with the effort. “Sorry I pissed on you."
“Totally not a problem,” he said.
She started to ride him. Still so tight.
“Fuck. Aw, fuck,” she gasped. “I don’t know how much of this I can take… and I don’t want it to ever stop…”
“Me too,” he whispered.
She leaned forward, one hand on his chest, the other pressed hard against her crotch, trying to hold back one release while hurrying the other forward. She rode him harder. Her breath was coming faster and faster.
“So amazing,” she said, panting. “It’s all so much… ahhh, god, I gotta—I gotta—I can’t—”
“Can’t what?”
“I’m so close…”
“To what?”
“I’m—”
The lightning flashed, so bright it might have been across the street. In the light he saw her, bucking wildly, breasts bouncing, thighs pumping, her fingers desperately flickering over her clit or digging into his chest. Her hair was flying around her face, which was all bliss and all agony. He felt that tension mirrored in his own body. Never had he so desperately wanted to come in her. Pour himself into her, hold nothing back.
Never had he so desperately wanted to wait longer. Prolong the magic. Keep the moment alive.
“Love you…” he panted.
“I—love—”
Then she simply screamed into the thunder.
The earthquake of her orgasm surrounded him. The rippling, roaring tide through her muscles somehow squeezed him tighter still. He came, came deep, came hugely, feeling like the fireworks feel as they are born and die. Her climax was still surrounding him, for she was still coming as he collapsed back onto the pillow. A moment later she collapsed onto him. As she hit him she screamed again (much less this time) and he felt her piss spurt all over his chest again. Not the flood—not yet. But it could only be another moment. She tried to say something, but couldn’t. She couldn’t manage words yet.
He was shaky, overwhelmed, but he knew he could stand, and he wasn’t sure she could. He sat up, so she was sitting—still straddling him, still holding him, for somehow he was still hard. He swung his legs off the bed. She started to slide off—which would have severe consequences for his erection in a moment. He grabbed her by the butt and stood. She spurted again, and squeezed hard—with both her hand and her inner muscles. He slipped right out—but felt a second small wave of orgasm wash over him. His legs nearly buckled, climaxed-out as they were. He fell back onto the edge of the mattress.
She landed on her feet, somehow. She buckled too. But with his arms around her, and his butt still on the bed, she didn’t fall. They stood swaying, leaning on each other, for a heartbeat or two. Then she spurted again. He could see her piss flowing out between her fingers. And she ran—staggered—for the bathroom. He ran after her.
It was no longer spurts. It was just a slow, barely-controlled stream. It was running down her leg, leaving drops on the terrible carpet.
She didn’t so much run into the bathroom as run into the doorframe and bounce off in the correct direction. The toilet was there—lid down. She ran straight past it. The shower curtain was partly closed. With her free hand she flung it all the way aside (the other was still trying and failing to dam the flood). She tried to run right into the tub, jumping over the rim. She didn’t make it—one foot cleared the rim and went into the tub, the other didn’t. If he hadn’t been right behind her, it could have been bad. He caught her as she tripped, managed to keep her from going right over. She twisted to her left and abruptly sat down, straddling the bathtub wall—and peed.
It sprayed out between her fingers. It ricocheted off the tub wall and splattered upward, sideways, all over. Some went into the tub, some went on the floor.
He didn’t know why he was doing it—an attempt to stem the tide, or steer it? or he just wanted to play with her gusher?—but he thrust his fingers down into the mix. Almost instinctively they found her clit. She screamed again, and a second orgasm tore through her. Unless it was simply a spasm of bliss at finally letting go. He knew enough to take his hand away quickly.
She collapsed against him again. Taking her weight, he lowered himself to his knees beside the tub—kneeling right down into her puddle. One of her puddles.
The thunder rolled again. A few seconds later, her stream finally tapered off.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God.”
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“That was…”
“Spectacular?”
“Ridiculously fucking intense. I never want to do that again and I can’t wait to do it again…”
“Maybe a little less messy next time, yeah.”
“Not even that. I feel like I just died. And got resurrected. And then died again. And got resurrected again. As the Goddess of Piss Climaxes.”
“I will worship you always.”
She laughed, sleepily-blissfully-sexily-almost-hysterically.
Cleanup took a little time. They washed themselves last, giving each other sponge baths in the bathroom, not wanting to shower in the thunderstorm raging around them. (They almost just went outside, naked as they were, to let the storm cleanse them. But it was too far to walk on their exhausted legs.) Then they laid down several towels to soak up the small pond the bathroom floor had become, and limped back into the bedroom, where they collapsed onto the bed, and made out fervently for what felt like an hour.
“Thank you,” he finally said. “For everything. Absolutely everything.”
“You’re welcome. And thank you. For being you.”
“I think we got a happy ending,” he said.
“No such thing,” she said. “Just happy middles. But sometimes…”
“Sometimes you can string those middles together…”
“…For a long, long time.” |
an- After a long break, I'm trying to start writing again. This is based in the HTTYD universe focusing on Hiccup and Astrid. If there is interest, I'm thinking about continuing it into a small series and touching on different characters in the series having run ins with omorashi scenarios. Hope y'all enjoy!
Astrid was a warrior, through and through. She had a mind for battle tactics, a lythe grace in the way she handled her weapon moving swiftly from opponent to opponent. If it weren't for the ax held in her hand and burning ship she stood on, one could almost confuse her movements for dancing. She hacked through a metal lock, having cleared a pathway of dragon hunters out of. Her way. With a satisfying think, the hunk of iron fell to the wooden deck below, and a small pack of baby Gronkles flew out, moving as fast as their tiny wings would take them.
Looking around, she saw the pack flew straight for Meatlug, Fishlegs’ beloved adult Gronkle, and grinned. They were almost done now. This ship had to belong to a group of amatures. Most dragon hunters sailing anywhere near Berk brought one of the dragon proof varieties of metal, but these were just normal stuff. She whistled to call over Stormfly, her Deadly Nadder, to help Snotlout finish up on the last ship.
Her and Stormfly worked in perfect unison, flying by the launch sharp spines straight through the hull. They splintered the wood, and the ship began to take on water as the useless shards of wood fell into the ocean. A large purple Zippleback shot up into the air with a triumphant roar, and she heard Hiccup calling for the retreat. “Good job, girl.” She murmured proudly to Stormfly. “You were amazing.”
The group of young Vikings reconvened at the Edge, an outpost away from Berk they had founded some time earlier to help fight back against the rising numbers of dragon hunters. Ruff and Tuff broke out a cask of mead that they had pilfered from the hunters that day. It was sweet and perfectly celebratory, however, and after such a day Astrid felt like joining in the revelry.
It wasn't until her third or fourth cup that she realized Hiccup most have snuck off at some point during the festivities. She made a quick excuse to leave and go find him, but with even Fishlegs having imbibed in some alcohol, she hardly needed to bother. The first feelings of a buzz tingled through her body, covering her in a pleasant warmth that made her cheeks blush. Away from the small crowd, she noticed the mead was having another affect on her bladder. There was a distinct pressure that she must have been ignoring for a while.
She went to sneak off to a corner somewhere to do her business, being no stranger to pissing outdoors, when Stormfly flapped down beside her. Nuzzling the young woman, who giggled and kissed her dragon's crest. “Oh Stormy, you didn't need to check on me. I'm fine.” Astrid told the dragon, who chittered with comprehension but didn't fly away. Astrid smiled, then shrugged. She didn't need to go that bad, she reasoned. She could hold it until after checking on Hiccup.
“You're always good company.” Astrid sighed heavily, stumbling over nothing as the alcohol impacted her balance. She caught herself and kept going, approaching Hiccup's hut. Her cheeks burned even hotter thinking of her boyfriend. While Astrid wasn't the sappy type, she had a real and deep love for Hiccup. She saw his talents so clearly, and as they had grown up over the years he had really come into his own. When the door was shut, she knocked politely, but had no intention of leaving if he didn't answer.
“Hiccup! Are you okay? It's me.” Astrid called out. She could hear Toothless stir on the other side of the door, thumping around with his thick legs. The door opened soon after, and Hiccup looked troubled. She frowned seeing his expression, feeling concerned. What was there to be so troubled about on a day where they had crushed a small dragon hunter fleet.
Hiccup sighed, then pulled Astrid into a hug. He held her close, rubbing her back lightly. Astrid enjoyed it, holding him tightly. It seemed like her needed it. “So what's wrong?” She inquired.
“It was too easy. Today, I mean. When was the last time we saw cages that weren't dragon proofed? Locks that we didn't need nightmare gel for?” Hiccup said, pulling away and starting to pace. He gesticulated as he spoke, his hands accepting every word.
Astrid thought about it. It had a been a while, sure. “A while. But why is that bad? It made today that much faster. We hardly used any supplies.”
“That's what I'm worried about.” He explained, sinking down on the bed, cradling his head in his hands. “Why was it so easy? It was like they wanted those dragons freed. Like they were some kind of bait.”
Astrid sat beside him. Typical Hiccup. He couldn't just enjoy the day, he had to over think it. She looked at him with a loving smile, taking his hand in hers. “Hiccup, today we freed at least twelve different dragons. We've had no news from Berk, and our dragons have seen nothing else since we got home. The island is secure.” She told him reassuringly. She rubbed her thumb against her hand until he returned the gesture. “Now stop worrying up here like a hermit and come join your friends.”
Hiccup wanted to go back to his maps and papers. To keep researching and see what piece he could be missing. In the end, however, his desire not to disappoint Astrid won out. He smiled, playfully pushing her back only to get a slightly too hard (but still playful by Astrid standards) punch in return, before he nodded and let her pull him up off the bed. He started to walk towards the door when he felt Astrid holding him in place. Hiccup scarcely had time to turn around before she had pounced on him, pulling him into a tight embrace and a passionate kiss.
Surprised, but not upset, Hiccup returned the kiss. Astrid felt her body burning hotly with a need to touch, and grab, and get more of him. While not a terribly romantic person normally, with her inhibitions lowered and in the safety of her boyfriend's home, Astrid found herself giving into a craving she'd been feeling for days. She wasn't quite sure how, but in all her pushing against him, the duo had found their way back to the bed.
Astrid seemed to be acting on impulse alone, digging her hands under Hiccup's armor and gently raking her nails along his back. When he moaned, Astrid felt herself get wet almost instantly. She knew without a doubt what she wanted in that moment. Her hands felt their way down to Hiccup's pants. She stroked his cock from the outside, feeling it strain against the leather. She went to undo the straps holding his pants up when a concerned and confused sound emanated from somewhere very close to her.
Astrid turned her head, finding herself face to face a with a worried looking Toothless. He smiled when she acknowledged him, giving her a goofy looking grin and a large, wet lick across her face. They lay there silently for a moment before the giggling started. It was safe to say the moment was dead. Hiccup, though quite frustrated, had to enjoy the humor in the situation. They collected themselves, then Astrid lead the way back to the others.
After locking the door to Hiccup's hut, Astrid's bladder made itself known again. This time it wouldn't be so easily ignored. A strong pulse forced her to pay attention to it and clench her muscles. She went to take a step off the deck, but it was so wobbly she didn't catch her balance.
“Woah!” Hiccup exclaimed, catching her. “Astrid, how much did you drink?” He asked, a tinge of concern in his voice.
“Three, maybe four? Of that stuff the twins snagged.” She replied, steadying herself against his arm. Another even more urgent wave shot through her. She must not have noticed earlier from the booze, but her situation was rapidly deteriorating. However, she was also realizing just how drunk she was. Astrid had a decent tolerance, but the mead had tasted kind of strong. Maybe more than she was used to.
Hiccup didn't say anything, just nodded, holding her up gently. When another wave hit, Astrid realized she didn't have time left. “Hey Hiccup, I have to piss, I'll be right back.” She said, trying to head off the walkway to somewhere more shadowed. She tripped again almost instantly.
“Astrid, you're not going anywhere without me with now. Come on, I'll get you over there.” Hiccup told her kindly. While the Edge was well lit, there were plenty of shadows between the buildings. Astrid didn't like it, but also was realizing she didn't have much choice. She had to GO.
Her legs clenched tightly together as Hiccup patiently lead her off the path. There was a shadow on the other side of the stable she'd have some relative privacy in. It wasn't far, but realizing that relief was near seemed to make her bladder work over time. Suddenly she felt a jet of hot piss shooting out. Startled, she stopped walking, shoved her hand between her legs and bounced in place. Time seemed to be up, and she just didn't understand how it had gotten so bad so fast.
She tried to take another step forward, but when another jet sprayed out the Viking realized she didn't have any choice left. But the idea of pissing herself as a grown woman in front of Hiccup was just unthinkable. How would he ever look at her again as anything other than a sniveling child? Struck by indecision, Astrid started to panic. Then, without warning, Hiccup was gently nudging her hand away from her crotch while simultaneously starting to undo the strings holding up her underclothes for her skirt. She fought it for a second, but soon gave in. Tears started to well in her eyes as she refused to meet his gaze.
Soon enough, Hiccup had her pants gone from being in the way. “Astrid, hey, it's okay. I love you. Just let go.” He spoke softly, gently pushing her face up to see his. Knowing without his help or without something to lean against she'd fall on her ads in her own puddle, she sighed. Pee started gushing out of her at a ridiculous rate. Soon the ground was absolutely soaked, but she kept going. The relief was so good, almost enough to override the embarrassment. Almost, but not quite.
Finally, what felt let ages later but was really a little over a minute, Astrid's stream slowed to a trickle and then stopped altogether. She didn't argue as Hiccup lead her toward the showers to clean off. She didn't say much of anything. Neither did Hiccup.
After getting Astrid situation to clean up, Hiccup had some time on his hands. He hated the she had gone through something so demeaning, but the vulnerability and trust she'd shown in him was also beautiful. Then, the bigger issue for him to consider, was the raging erection that had gotten so, so much worse when Astrid had started pissing. What the hell did that say about him? But it had been so... hot. Astrid, hard headed, self assured, take no bull from anyone Astrid, being forced to give into a need in front of him. He wasn't sure how to handle it yet.
Her heard the shower stop, and Astrid stumble out shortly after. She wasn't fully dressed, just wearing her skirt and the tank top she wore under her armor, but it was enough to cover her. Enough time had passed for the alcohol to start wearing off, and the shame had set in full force. “Hey Astrid, are you okay?” Hiccup asked, getting up and going to offer her a hug, only to be rebuffed by Astrid pushing him away.
“Hiccup, I'm really sorry about… What just happened. It won't ever happen again. I-” Hiccup shut her up with a hug and a kiss on the forehead.
“Astrid, I love you. You had a bit too much to drink tonight, no big deal! It happens. We're vikings, afterall.” He told her. Still embarrassed, but happy to move past it, Astrid smiled. They began to make their way back to the party, hand in hand. Hiccup couldn't help but hope though, in the back of his mind, that it wouldn't be the last time something like that would happen. |
Chapter 2
(Doesn't have omorashi in this chapter. This is setting up the story for more in the future, and developing some of Hiccup and Astrid's relationship. Feel free to skip if you don't care about story)
An early riser by nature, Astrid loved waking up and seeing the sunrise on dragon back. There was nothing quite like it. Her and Stormfly, together in a comfortable silence as light slowly broke over the horizon. It was common for her to take the morning patrol, sometimes with one of her friends beside her, but that last few mornings she hadn't brought anybody along. She'd been enjoying taking the time to herself.
A big reason why was how awkward she felt around Hiccup. After that… incident… She had handled it well enough at the time, with enough booze still in her system to dampen the shame, but now? The next morning he'd come to check on her, bring her some water for what had been a nasty hangover, and it all came flooding back. She could hardly bring herself to look him in the eye.
That first morning after she had been able to play it off as not feeling well. It was true, she felt rotten, but that had cleared up in a matter of hours. Hiccup had still been as sweet as as could be, having dropped off some warm broth for her in the morning and then dinner again later in the afternoon. The next day she'd gotten up early, told Snotlout that she'd take his patrols that day, and spent most of it avoiding Hiccup. Astrid was a direct person, but after how vulnerable she'd been that night, she just didn't know what to do. She knew Hiccup wouldn't be mean. He probably wouldn't even talk about it again. But still, she found herself now on the third day in a row watching the sunrise almost alone, with only Stormfly for company.
Absently, she rubbed Stormfly's neck while Astrid herself remained lost in thought. Obviously, this couldn't last forever. She couldn't avoid Hiccup indefinitely, not that she even wanted to. She loved him, and loved spending time with him. She had hoped her embarrassment would have worn off by this point. It had been DAYS after all, and if the others hadn't started noticing her acting weird they would soon. That would bring questions she didn't want to answer. Even with that in mind, she just couldn't bring herself to turn back towards the Edge.
The woman and her dragon remained there in the sky, undecided in the next course of action, until Stormfly made a happy noise of recognition. The dragon flapped steadily, turning them around. Astrid could now see Hiccup and Toothless flying quickly toward her. Damn, She thought, this would have to happen now. She wasn't going to have him chase her around. As the duo drew closer, she gestured at a peak not too far away. Hiccup nodded, changing his course to meet her there. She took a deep breath as she guided Stormfly to follow, trying to get her head together.
Hiccup moved to embrace Astrid quickly after she dismounted. Toothless took off after Stormfly, chasing her around the cliff top they now stood on. The two Vikings were really alone now.
Astrid was the first to break the awkward silence that had fallen between then. “Hiccup, I know I have been acting weird. I know that is what this is about. I'm still… embarrassed. About the… incident… the other night.”
Hiccup sighed heavily. He was visibly irritated, but appeared to be trying to stay composed. “Astrid, you can't ignore me for three days without talking to me. It isn't okay. I know you're embarrassed! Heck, I'm embarrassed, but instead of talking to me you’ve just been dodging me.” His voice started to raise, but he reigned it in. “I wasn't going to say anything else about it, Astrid, but clearly we need to talk about this. Look, the other night… It happened. You drank too much, then you peed. It happens! It's not like you could just- just whip it out and go, obviously, so…” At some point, Hiccup wasn't sure when, he had started pacing. “It isn't a big deal. It's a natural thing, that people do. So why are you avoiding me over it?”
Astrid, against her will, teared up. She could see Hiccup was upset. Understandably so,she'd been a jerk, but he also just didn't seem to get it. Astrid wasn't even sure she got it. Why was she so bothered by having an accident? Because she was a warrior? Or an adult? And adult warriors didn't piss their prance like prissy princesses. Adult warriors were master's of themselves above all else. They could endure, they could fight through pain, and they never gave in. “I- I'm so-sorry Hiccup.” She spoke, trying and failing to keep her voice from cracking.
Anger melted away from Hiccup like ice beneath flame. His pacing stopped as he walked beside her, then sat down. “Hey, hey, woah, Astrid.” He murmured, wrapping an arm around her. Astrid wanted to push him off, but didn't. Instead, she turned into his chest, soon giving up fighting back her tears. Hiccup pulled her into a tight hug, lovingly caressing her hair as she sobbed openly onto his armor. What in the gods had just happened?
Hiccup didn't say anything until Astrid cried herself out. Finally, after a small eternity, Astrid seemed to start perking back up. Her face was a mess, blotchy, red, and covered with snot. Hiccup offered her a handkerchief that she eagerly accepted. He wanted to ask what had just happened, but didn't dare. Not yet.
Astrid recomposed herself, pulled away a bit to sit beside Hiccup, and began to speak. “I'm a warrior, Hiccup. I take don't take anyone's crap. I know how to make a call, when to follow orders,and when to make my own choices. Above all of that, I am in control of myself, and my body. The other night I… wasn't. I was so embarrassed of you seeing under that. I guess I was afraid you'd think less of me, because I think less of me.” She paused, turned to look Hiccup in those gorgeous green eyes of his, then reached out to take his hand. “I shouldn't have blown you off though. That wasn't okay. I won't do that again.” She squeezed his hand for a moment, then let go. She felt a million times lighter, knowing that going forward, she didn't need to shoulder so many burdens alone. “I know I can trust you with anything and everything. I'll tell you the next time I need to think about something for a while.”
Hiccup smiled for a moment, then his face fell. He was he hadn't stopped thinking about that incident since it happened. He would have forced Astrid into a conversation sooner if he hadn't still been rolling over his own feelings about it. He had come to the conclusion that Astrid didn't need to know, but that was before she'd opened up… Before she'd cried to him. Astrid didn't cry often, and if she did it was secluded. Hiccup knew that, and he knew she'd just let him into a deep part of herself. It seemed only right to return the gesture, but he was apprehensive.
The truth was though, he had enjoyed the other night. Actually, enjoyed it was putting things mildly. More accurately, he couldn't stop enjoying it. He'd played the scenario over and over again. How tight his pants had gotten when she first announced she needed to piss. How badly he suddenly wanted to watch when he realized she couldn't possibly stand on her own. The way her breathing had hitched and she'd stopped moving. His recognition of what was happening, then her letting him carefully undress her. The hiss as she started going, the involuntary sigh of relief, the way he could feel her muscles relax all over her body as she let loose.
How was he supposed to tell her any of that? What would she even think of him enjoying something so… Weird. Almost vulgar. If Hiccup himself had a hard time accepting it, why would he expect Astrid to? But at the same time, hiding this from her was driving Hiccup crazy. He'd found it almost beautifult. The level of intimacy from her shared humiliation. Astrid was so fearless, so brave, so confident. Seeing something so… basic had just been hot. Part of him wanted to tell her the truth, see if she would do it again, maybe even on purpose next time. Maybe even somewhere he could watch the piss coming out. He was struck with the thought Astrid riding him, her full bladder taut against her naked abdomen as she rode his cock until she came, orgasming and releasing herself all over him.
Another part of him hated how much interest he had in it. He couldn't deny it was there, nor that he wanted to see it again, badly. This interest seemed so wrong though. So inappropriate to even consider broaching. Astrid had obviously been humiliated. She felt, how had she put it, less of herself? The gnawing guilt that had been eating at Hiccup reared up again. Truth, or not?
Hiccup steeled his resolve. He owed her this honesty. He just hoped it wouldn't bite him in the was later. “Astrid, I'm so happy to know you feel that way. I need to tell you something though. I don't think less of you for though other night. At all.” He started. Astrid smiled at him. It was small, and her eyes were still puffy from crying, but it seemed sincere. Hiccup couldn't just back out now. What kind of a Viking would he be?
“I love you, I don't want to keep secrets from you. I… Enjoyed… parts of your accident.” Hiccup finally struggled out. A blush was starting to form on his cheeks “Not the you being upset parts! I don't want anything to hurt you, but the… physical act, and helping you after up after.”
There were any number of things Astrid could have expected to come out of Hiccup's mouth. What he had said had not even been on the list. “You enjoyed it?” She followed up. Her eyes darted around while she chewed her lip, as though they might spot the next words she wanted to ask floating in mid air. If it wasn't for how serious he seemed, she'd have thought he was joking. “You enjoyed it like the way you enjoy exploring, or the way you enjoy what we were doing before Toothless interrupted us the other night?”
Hiccup's face was slowly turning a deep shade of crimson. He could feel his cheeks burning. “The second one.” He admitted, with an uncomfortable swallow.
Astrid nodded thoughtfully. She didn't want to do anything rash. Hiccup had clearly shared something deeply personal with her, something that had been hard for him to admit. She wasn't quite sure what to say. Her boyfriend had basically just explained he'd gotten turned on by something she found deeply humiliating. A few years earlier, she'd have been upset. Now, it felt a little weird, but she wasn't angry by any means. More perplexed. She reached out to squeeze Hiccup's hand again, letting him know things were okay. She just wasn't quite sure what to say.
Hiccup squeezed back, still feeling a bit awkward as they sat together in silence. “I would never ask you to do something like that if you don't want to.” He added, his voice measured. “I just don't want to keep secrets from you.” Doubt clawed at Hiccup relentlessly. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all. What did he hope to gain? Astrid suddenly being on board with pissing herself? And what did he stand to lose? Astrid thinking he was too weird, they were incompatible, eventually leaving. He should have considered the risk more.
“Hiccup, I'm not upset. You don't need to look so worried.” Astrid told him. “I don't get it, why you would like it, but I guess if it's there, it's there.” She paused, choosing her next words carefully. “I mean, it felt kind of good. Letting go like that. I felt humiliated, but it was really relieving.” She acknowledged. It hadn't been all bad even if she'd been focusing on the purely negative parts.
Hiccup let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. He leaned over to wrap his arm around Astrid, who cuddled up against him. A comfortable silence fell between the couple. Astrid was happy to finally have put the last few days of humiliation behind her. Somehow, hearing that Hiccup had enjoyed it made the whole thing… easier. She didn't need to feel so bad if her beloved wouldn't see her as weak for it.
The sunrise had finished, shining light on a two day for those on the Edge. Astrid looked forward to the days ahead. It seemed a rare peace had taken hold. Maybe, just maybe she could indulge Hiccup a little in this new interest of his. |
Hi all, I don't write stories too often (particularly not now, having entered the job market) but sometimes get in the mood to put some ideas to paper (or computer). Wrote this one in a quick hour/1.5 hours, so fairly rough -- may come back and edit or write a sequel if there's any interest.
Warning: this story contains messing.
Megan and Abby's Sloppy Night
"Hurry up Megan, we're going to be late!"
Abby stood impatiently outside Megan's room, arms folded and a scowl on her face, waiting for her roommate to finish getting ready for the party. As per usual, Megan was taking her sweet time getting ready, and the punctually minded Abby was not thrilled. Both Abby and Megan were sophomores at a large college with a strong reputation for partying. Megan, a carefree extrovert, relished every opportunity to take advantage of the campus's thriving social life. Abby, on the other hand, was a typical straight-A student who was attending the school for scholarship money and the excellent reputation of its pre-med program. While the two couldn't be more different on paper, they had been randomly paired as roommates for their freshman year and loved living together -- Abby found that Megan coaxed her out of her shell, and Megan found that Abby could help keep her schoolwork on track.
"I'm almost done! Just give me 5 more minutes."
Megan shouted back from inside the bathroom, though the closed door muffled the sound a little bit. Abby sighed and idly scratched at the halo on her head. The night before Halloween was a cause for celebration for the entire campus, as the AEPi chapter threw their annual costume party. Megan, eager to have fun with her straight-laced friend, insisted that her and Abby go in theme together. As a result, Abby felt positively awkward in the tiny angel outfit Megan had picked out for her. The tight white dress hugged Abby's curvy 5'5 frame, accentuating her perky B-cup breasts, before ending well above the knee in a feathery ruffled edge, exposing Abby's alabaster thighs. The rest of her legs were swallowed by white tights that ran down to her feet, ending in a pair of black high heels. The look was adorned by a halo that sat atop her straight, shoulder-length brown hair. The costume was far more revealing than anything Abby owned in her wardrobe, but Megan insisted she buy it, practically squealing in delight when Abby had emerged from the dressing room uncertainly during their costume shopping trip. Deep down, Abby knew that the dress was flattering, having checked out her ample derriere in the bathroom mirror before Megan came in. Still, she felt a little uncomfortable by just how much it revealed, adding to the steeliness in her voice as she once again checked on Megan:
"Megan, let's go! I don't want to wait outside in the cold like this!"
Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open, and Megan emerged with a beaming grin. "Done!"
As ridiculous as Abby felt in her dress, she was glad she didn't have Megan's outfit on. Megan's 5'9 frame and supple breasts (the subject of many frat conversations around campus) barely had room to breathe in her silky, strapless red dress. Her thighs, tanned from spending so much time outdoors at her home in California, were (to Abby) alarmingly visible, just barely covering her private parts. With a pair of red high heels and a set of devil's ears on top of Megan's frizzy blonde curls, she looked every part the complement to Abby. Abby thought her friend looked breathtaking, and knew that there would be no shortage of drunken frat boys trying to hit on the pair of them. Megan's gleaming smile turned downward for a second as she seemed contemplative.
"Wait, actually one second Abs -- need to take care of some business"
Megan sat down, with the door still open, on the tiny white toilet the two of them shared -- pulling down a skimpy red thong and placing her head on her hands. Abby, standing there with her arms still folded, heard a faint trickle that quickly turned into a torrent as Megan began urinating into the toilet.
"Ugh, Megan, can't you close the door? I don't want to watch you peeing all the time!"
"Quit being such a prude, Abby -- when a girl has to go, a girl has to go."
Sadly, Abby was no stranger to what Megan looked like on the toilet. Megan often left the door wide open while doing her business, and was unashamed of her body's functions. An acidic aroma filled the room as Megan's pee continued and gradually tapered off into nothing.
BRAP!
As Megan's pee died down, her anus open and let out a sizable fart that echoed off the toilet bowl. Megan giggled at the noise while Abby's cheeks flushed red.
"Seriously Megan, you are so gross sometimes," admonished Abby. "I wish these frat boys could see what came out of your body."
"I can't help it!" said Megan, "I had Chipotle for lunch, and you know what that does to me!"
Abby just sighed again and shook her head. Whenever Megan had Mexican food for lunch, she tended to blow up their toilet the next day -- Abby had plenty of experience plugging her nose in the shower after Megan had one of her post-burrito "evacuations".
"Can you hurry up and finish? We don't have time for you to go number 2 right now Megan."
"Okay," Megan said with a pouty frown. She flushed the toilet and Abby looked away as her frothy yellow urine circled the bowl before getting whisked away. "Hmm, looks like I need to hydrate" Megan pondered aloud.
"You can 'hydrate' on all the crappy Keystone Light at the party," Abby shot back.
Megan laughed and walked out of the bathroom without washing her hands. "Let's take a shot before we go!"
Abby grimaced; she wasn't used to "taking shots". Still, she wanted to make Megan happy and let loose a little bit. Megan walked over to the vodka kept tucked away in the corner of the room, poured healthy quantities into two empty red solo cups, and thrust one into Abby's reluctant hand.
"Cheers!" Megan said. "To making memories that will last a lifetime!"
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Two hours later, Abby was standing in a packed frat house. The wooden floors were sticky with spilled beer and other suspicious dried liquids while costumed college kids danced to loud, thumping house music. Abby, still uncomfortable about the whole scene, was finding it easier and easier to drink as the night went on as a way of relieving anxiety. Meanwhile, Megan was in her element, grinding up against a senior dressed up like a fireman with her red thong slightly visible in the dim light of the party as her dress rode up further and further on her body. Abby fended off a drunken advance by a man stumbling around in a green morph suit, and went over to where her friend was dancing. Megan, seeing her friend, immediately disentangled from the disappointed fireman and came over.
"Abby! Why aren't you dancing!"
Abby raised an eyebrow at her friend -- she was not fond of dancing, especially not in an environment like this. Before she could respond, however, the fireman returned with two solo cups and offered them to Abby and Megan with a smile. Megan gleefully accepted, and immediately began downing her beverage. Abby, a bit more skeptical, eyed the murky liquid and took a sip.
"Blech! This tastes horrible!"
The drink was extremely strong, and the scent of unfiltered vodka was not masked by the meager amount of chaser inside the cup. Abby was about to put it on the couch to her right where a cowboy and cat were making out until she caught Megan's eye. Reluctantly, Abby brought the drink up to her mouth, and began sipping. All of a sudden, she felt pressure on the bottom of the cup and nearly the whole drink came pouring in to her mouth. Abby yelped and guzzled the liquid before it could spill on her, and looked up at Megan, who was grinning mischievously as she pushed the drink down Abby's throat.
"Megan!"
Abby started to admonish her friend, but felt her head get light and airy. All of a sudden, she and Megan were both laughing at the situation. "More drinks!" Megan yelled and the pliant fireman ran to refill their beverages as she and Abby started dancing together. The man returned once more, and Abby and Megan clinked cups before downing them in one gulp.
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Two more hours had passed, but Abby was having the time of her life. After a few more drinks with Megan, she had confidently stayed on the dance floor and even allowed a junior dressed like a vampire to grind up against her ass as Megan whooped and watched. She was far drunker than she could ever remember being, but she was having the time of her life. All of a sudden, Abby noticed Megan had disappeared. Dazed, she looked around for her friend, and saw her stumbling back with yet another drink.
"Abby! I got this for you!"
Abby sluggishly moved to accept the drink as Megan handed it over with a vacant smile plastered on her face. As the music throbbed and the room spun around her, Abby all of a sudden noticed that she needed to pee. Usually, she had a very big bladder, made strong by late-night study sessions fueled with coffee and tea. However, the six or seven (or eight) drinks she had had were starting to catch up with her. Grimacing, she rubbed her overfull bladder with one hand while clutching the drink with the other. Looking up, she saw Megan still staring at her with the same expression.
"Abby, come on! Cheers!" Megan slurred. Not waiting for Abby, she immediately began to guzzle down the drink.
Abby was finding it too hard to concentrate and rationally arrive at a reason to say no. As she drank the liquid Megan had handed to her, she felt her urethra twinge in protest, but she willed it to stop. As she wiped her mouth after finishing her drink, she saw Megan stumbling toward the corner of the room toward a group of guys with a giant keg next to them. Before she could go over to stop her friend, she heard cheering.
"Drink! Drink! Drink!"
Two men, one dressed as a rabbi and the other as a pirate, were holding Megan's feet as she stood on her hands. Her red thong was visible to everyone, and the two guys holding her up were taking not-so-sneak peeks at the tiny cloth concealing her womanhood. Megan did not notice this as she was focused on one thing: drinking as much liquid as she could from the keg. The crowd was cheering loudly, both at Megan's drinking prowess and her skimpy undergarments, as Abby looked on in horror realizing she had to rescue her friend.
"Hey! Get out of the way!"
Abby shoved her way past a referee and a princess to get to her friend. By the time she got there, Megan was lying on the ground, exhausted from the kegstand as the guys around her kept cheering. Abby realized suddenly that Megan may be too far over her limit.
"Hey Megan, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" Abby slurred her words out as she stumbled, trying to keep the world in focus. Megan, unresponsive, mumbled out a few words that Abby struggled to hear over the vibrating music.
"Bathroom...take me to the bathroom...." Megan said nearly inaudibly. Abby realized that her friend was about to vomit up all the drinks the nice fireman had procured, and flew into mother hen mode.
"Hey! Move! My friend needs to go to the bathroom!"
Abby shouted at the crowd, who wasn't paying much attention, as she hoisted her friend up and slung her around her shoulder. Luckily for the pair, the bathroom was right off the dance floor, with a line made up by a witch and Wonder Woman. Abby kept her friend around her shoulder and observed the women in front of them. The witch, at the front of the line, was bouncing from leg to leg and clutching herself in desperation. Wonder Woman, on the other hand, looked as drunk as Abby felt, with a glazed over expression and standing perfectly still.
"Hurry up! I'm about to lose it!"
The witch was pounding on the locked bathroom door as Abby looked on in worry. She didn't want Megan, who currently had her eyes closed slumped around Abby's smaller frame, to throw up outside the bathroom. She had heard of a few people who did that and were never invited back to the frat; nothing could devastate Megan more than lifetime banishment from the party scene on campus. Seeing the witch hopping around also reminded Abby of her own desperation. She now realized just how overfull her bladder was, with eight (or nine or ten) drinks swimming around inside. Unlike Megan, she hadn't used the bathroom before she left, and she was positively desperate. As she stood there trying to take her mind off her need to urinate, a meaty stench filled her nostrils. She looked over at Megan on her shoulder, who still had her eyes closed, but was grinning.
"Oh God" Abby thought. "It looks like the Chipotle is rearing its ugly head now."
She just hoped the line wouldn't take that long.
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15 minutes had passed, and Abby was still impatiently waiting outside the bathroom. The witch had gone in, done her business, and came out looking satisfied. However, Wonder Woman had lurched into the bathroom right after she came out and locked the door. 10 minutes had passed without her coming back out, and Abby was starting to get nervous. She was now squeezing her legs shut as tightly as she could, trying not to release her overfull bladder all over her white tights and the sticky frat floor. Every so often, she would catch a whiff of a rotten eggy smell coming from her blonde beauty friend's behind, and she would plug her nose. Still, the small miracle was that Megan had not puked her guts out all over the frat house floor, though Abby was worried that moment was imminent.
"Hey! Hurry up in there! It's an emergency!"
Abby shouted and pounded on the door for the umpteenth time. As drunk as she was, she wasn't sure she could hold on to her urine much longer. She had only been this desperate once in her life. Back in high school, Abby ran varsity cross country in order to boost her resume for college. During one meet, she had forgotten to "go" before the race started, and ended up 3 miles in absolutely desperate for a pee. She tried to ignore it for as long as possible before her tired bladder let go a mile from the finish line and hot sticky urine pooled down her legs and dripped into her immaculate white running shoes. Luckily, it was raining slightly, and she managed to get to her car before anyone noticed. Still, she cried on the way home and had to throw out her pretty shoes that were stained a dull yellow after her accident -- she was not eager to repeat that incident.
"Please, open the door! My friend is sick!"
Abby groaned and pounded the door as hard as she could. The commotion attracted the attention of the fireman from earlier, who heard the noise and came over.
"Hey, what's wrong? Is everything okay over here?"
"No!" Abby cried, one hand draped over her friend with the other jammed firmly in her crotch. "My friend and I have to use the bathroom, and someone has been in there for 10 minutes!"
The fireman, drunk as well, frowned and assured Abby not to worry. He put his drink down on the floor, took two steps back from the door, and slammed against it with all of his might. The sudden force and loud slamming noise scared Abby, and a tiny spurt of pee escaped from her quivering lips.
"What are you doing?"
"I live here," the fireman replied, "and this door is really flimsy. It's easy enough to replace, and we need to get you ladies in there!"
Abby, in her drunken state, agreed that it was a good idea and watched as the fireman slammed himself against the door repeatedly. All of a sudden, the door burst open, and the loud noise attracted a decent crowd of partygoers. The fireman held the detached frame steady, leaned it against the wallframe, and stepped in confidently with a desperate Abby and Megan in tow.
Inside, there was a small dirty toilet and a shower concealed by a curtain. Abby looked around for the girl in the Wonder Woman costume before spotting one blue boot poking out from behind the curtain.
"The girl is in the shower!" Abby yelled to the fireman.
The fireman yanked the curtain open to reveal the costumed Wonder Woman, sleeping out on the floor with her head by the water spout. Before she could make it to the toilet, she had stumbled in to the shower and passed out on the ground. Abby looked more closely at her blue tights and saw that they were dark around the crotch region. A sizable yellow puddle lay on the shower floor -- Wonder Woman had passed out and pissed her panties.
"Gross," the fireman exclaimed, "this chick just pissed her pants!"
The crowd, which had formed during the door getting kicked in, excitedly ran in to see. Wonder Woman was unfazed and didn't wake up as college kids rushed in, some laughing at the sight and others getting angry. She kicked a leg up unconsciously and brought it back down, splashing the puddle she had made underneath her as several kids yelled.
Meanwhile, Abby felt bad for the girl, but needed to get her friend to the toilet. Unfortunately, since the door had been kicked in there was absolutely no privacy, but Abby was too drunk to care. "Come on Megan," she said to the sleeping girl on her shoulder, "let's get you to the bathroom."
Megan, unconscious herself, mumbled gibberish in response. Abby pushed forward, placed Megan on the floor next to the toilet with her head next to the rim, and waited in agony as her desperation became paramount.
Megan, meanwhile, was not moving. Her had was resting over the toilet bowl, with the rest of her body slumped on the ground and her sizable rump pointing up toward the sky. Her dress had ridden up, exposing a tan ass with a red thong nestled in the buttcheek. Abby caught a whiff of the smell from earlier as she held herself by the sink, and frowned.
"Wait," she thought to herself, "what if Megan doesn't have to throw up, but instead..."
SPLORT! A loud fart attracted the crowd's attention, and a few people chuckled as they saw the devil girl ass up with her head by the toilet. However, the wet fart was not the end of the evacuation, and the crowd gasped as the farts continued.
BRAP BRAP SPLORT! All of a sudden, the eggy farts stopped with the final fart sounding substantive. Megan's smile turned into a grimace, and her tiny red thong ballooned outward as a turd the size of a softball began emerging from her behind. The thong could only take so much before cutting Megan's production in half, and her rapidly emerging poop slapped down on to her buttcheeks, leaving a brown residue up and down her behind. The crowd reeled in disgust as a meaty smell filled the air, with some leaving for fresh air and others taking a video.
"Megan! No!" Abby started yelling at her friend to stop messing her pants, before realizing that her own desperation was reaching a tipping point. Her bladder, tired and startled by Megan's evacuation, was releasing with Abby barely struggling to contain it.
"No!" Abby wailed as the dime sized wet spot on her panties began rapidly expanding. She was losing control, and she only had one option. In her alcohol addled mind, the toilet was right there, and she NEEDED to use it regardless of who was watching.
The crowd, still in disgust at the beauty pooping her pants on the ground, were shocked to see Abby move from the sink to the toilet. As she moved, her overtaxed urethra was letting out spurts of urine. The golden liquid fell on Megan's back, wetting the back of her dress, as Abby struggled to move her friend's head from the rim, ripped off her stained panties, and started pissing in to the toilet in front of the awed crowd.
"Ahhhhh", Abby let out a moan of relief. With her eyes closed, not a care in the world, Abby was finally letting her bladder go. Despite her small accident, she was happy that she had finally made it to the toilet after hours of control. As the drinks left her body, Abby noticed that her bottom felt warm and wet. Confused, she opened her eyes, and screamed at the sight in front of her.
"Ahhhh!!!"
In her haste to make potty, Abby had closed the lid on the toilet, and in her drunken stupor failed to notice. Instead of the pee falling neatly into the tiny white bowl, it was spreading out on the lid and getting her ruffled white dress all yellow. The excess was spilling on to Megan on the floor, who was sleeping peacefully with a full log in her panties and her roommate's urine falling on to her head and back.
Abby jumped up and tried to stop peeing, but couldn't regain control. With her underwear down in front of a leering crowd of college kids, Abby pissed freely on to her nice white tights and down into her pretty high heels. After what seemed like an eternity, her pee died down and she was left sobbing.
"Come on, let's get you girls home." The fireman from earlier with a sympathetic look on his face cut through the stunned crowd to a crying Abby and passed out Megan. Abby left with a still sleeping Megan, crying, as the fireman gently consoled her for the stinky walk back to their dorm.
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That's it! Still a little rough, but happy to take suggestions and feedback. |
Hello. I'm a newcomer to the scene and have been following a few of the works for a while, although I didn't get around to creating a profile until recently. This is my attempt at a fictional piece of work which I hope to create more scenes for.
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The screen brightened with light as the computer powered up. Whirring noises came from within as the logo appeared and bounced corner to corner. Several moments later the noises stopped and the screen flashed a few times. 'Installing updates. Please wait'. A groan immediately followed the computer's announcement as a loading bar appeared to show its progress. Seated in front, Lucy shuffled impatiently in the chair with an occasional moan or huff to emphasize it. Feeling too idle she checked her mobile phone in the wait. 'No signal'. Yet another outburst of irritation followed as she shoved it back into her pocket. Already she could predict the conversation her mother would have with her - The usual lecture of neglect and not showing any sense or responsibility. Minutes steadily passed on by as the loading bar crept towards the end of the line.
"I told you to check to see if it was working!" A voice called from behind her catching her off-guard as she found herself staring out of the bedroom window in a day-dream. A glance at the desk clock told her it had been ten minutes since she powered up the old machine.
"I..." She bit her tongue, preventing her from spreading a lie to excuse such carelessness. She had known about the upcoming interview for weeks now. Truly there was no excuse. "Sorry."
"Let me call your father and see where he is. There's still time yet, don't panic honey." She couldn't help but notice the response was abrupt. And she did worry, bobbing her legs side to side as she desperately willed her computer to pick up its pace. She only had one opportunity and the run up to it was abysmal. Her thought path was halted as the predicted verbal onslaught never came. Instead, her mother's expression softened as she came over, leaning past the chair and giving her a brief hug.
"I shouldn't be annoyed. It's a big day for you and I should be supporting you." Lucy turned on the spot and grinned sheepishly. She had never liked being a subject for attention. As such, even receiving compliments, praise or kind words caused her shyness to come forward. Such a trait was ironic giving her circumstances - With a bit of luck she would be attending university a year earlier than expected. The achievement was a far cry away from news reports which showed young children being on the same level as expert scientists or mathematicians... not that it stopped her friends and family joining together and singing her praises.
A twinge of pain from below distracted her from the technical issues. Pushing aside the feeling she was about to get up and tends to her needs when she eyed the loading bar which had somehow shot up to ninety-seven percent. The desk clock showed only six minutes left to her interview as well. Making a mental note to not be so careless in the future, she settled back in the seat right as the computer began its final restart. A nagging thought on whether she had dressed formally enough rose to the surface but was quickly suppressed.
"Good luck." A gentle kiss helped to comfort her mood as Lucy slowed her breathing, willing her nerves and legs to calm down. She couldn't afford to be a nervous wreck in an interview - Even one over a computer rather than in person. Her future was on the line.
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Physically she was composed and eager, but mentally she was as unstable as a collapsing building. The interviews were only meant to be twenty minutes maximum. Brief introductions and then a slightly formal conversation followed by discussions of personal goals and desires and why she would fit in. Instead, the time was now reaching into the forties thanks to the dreadful internet connection. On top of the interview concerns, She had also started feeling increasing needs for the bathroom fifteen minutes in but had managed to stave the pain away by placing her hands into her lap.
"I just have a couple more questions if that is OK? They should not take too long, connection issues aside." The interviewer chuckled slightly as they neatened some papers on their desk. At least the person was calm and relaxed. Never again would she take meetings for granted is this was a teaser of what they were truly like. Just a few more minutes of patience and she could finally relax.
"Of course, not a problem!" She smiled back.
"I find it curious that despite your records clearly showing you excelling at science, you have opted for a history based course with our university. Why?" A dull ache responded before words could leave her mouth. It seemed a some point she had subconsciously start swaying her legs side to side. Silently thanking the webcam for only showing her face rather than her full body posture, Lucy took a breath.
"I... uh, I've always felt that studying something I truly have an interest in rather than a subject I'm forced into would be more beneficial - Even if I happen to be good at them." She offered a nervous giggle which earned a smile from the examiner. "I find the past really fascinating and I feel there's still a lot to be said about some areas of it, even after all this time." The examiner scribbled away on a notepad just out of view as Lucy awaited the next question. She had read that during moments of silence she could fill in the gaps with her own questions but her mind failed her. She prayed that would not cost her some points at the end of this process.
"Excellent. My last question for now - I couldn't help but notice on your achievements and records how you have a commendation from your school for achieving under challenging circumstances. Do you care to share about that?" A sharper twinge than before came to the surface earning an audible gasp. She pushed her hands deeper in to try and give some emergency relief to her bladder now desperately wanting to release.
"Is everything alright, Lucy?" She brought her eyes up and immediately flushed. The interviewer had raised their eyebrows with a look of suspicion rather than concern. Stammering over her words for a moment in her fuss, she breathed in and tried to focus as she closed her eyes, pushing aside her needs once more. After a few seconds, she reopened them and began.
"My apologies. I... When I was younger I entered a state of illness. Despite this, I made sure to keep up with my missed work to the best of my ability." Memories of the past surfaced as she retold the story. Her immune system had been compromised when she was eleven. Despite many hospital trips, time away from school and overall months of recovery she persevered. Of course, she didn't reveal all the bad details, less it make her sound unreliable. "By my second last year I had fully recovered, and in my last year they rewarded me with such." The bobbing up and down of her legs had stopped, instead opting for squeezing as tightly together as they could to give her strength.
"A brilliant tale, miss. Did such a commendation help with picking the college you followed on to study at?" The examiner had leaned forward with interest. The bowling ball of liquid within rolled forward.
"Possibly. I think my own talent helped a good deal too." She suddenly noticed that the examiner was once again writing notes down and in doing so had failed to notice her biting her lip in concern.
"Well I must say, This has been quite enlightening" Unsure how to respond, Lucy simply smiled back. "I will be conducting other interviews for the next few days, but between you and me, its promising." Her smile wobbled as her body relented, her senses suddenly becoming aware of a few drops of warmth outside.
"It's been an interesting learning experience" Her stammer had returned as she twisted side to side, more drops starting to leak out. Standing up, the interviewer bowed then the call cut out. Leaping from her chair, Lucy flew towards her door pleading out loud repeatedly.
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The girl sighed as she paused just before the bed. Lifting up the covers showed a sight she was all to familiar with - Bed pads. Thankfully such an embarrassment was confined purely to her parents who had insisted on some method of protection following her illness wrecking havoc with her body those years ago. Even now she had not truly recovered. Her bladder was noticeably small and still caused issues from time to time. Pushing aside the few teddy bears that were occupying her bed, she wrapped herself up, wishing for some good news to come in the near future. |
Saturday. A new day dawned, signaled by the repetitive beeping of the alarm clock on the drawers beside the bed. Groaning in response, a small hand crept out from beneath the covers and slapped the top of the clock several times to silence it. Seconds later a different musical tone filled the room, causing the hand that had started retracting back inside to pause in its movement and reach for the source. With the mobile phone now in hand and successfully muted, the hand finally completed its journey of returning to underneath the bed covers.
Mother nature had other plans in mind. As the girl rolled over to return back to sleep a sudden heavy weight was brought to her attention, almost making her feel like she was being pushed further into the mattress.
"Nnnn... five more minutes." the girl groaned out, rolling onto her side and willing herself to fall back to sleep.
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The girl yawned as she opened her eyes once more, squinting immediately due to the sunlight bouncing off reflective surfaces and directly into her line of sight. Beads of sweat tumbled down her body as she slowly adjusted her senses and became aware of how hot the room was. Yawning once more, she reached out to the radiator beside her bed, brushing it with the back of her finger then recoiling with a yelp - It seems her parents had turned the home heating on to full blast. Combined with the sunlight and how tucked in she was, it felt like a heatwave.
Lifting the covers, Lucy shifted her weight as she pushed her body up into a seated position. Regret came immediately as pain swarmed her abdomen. A quick check of her mobile phone told her all she needed to know - She had overslept for much more than five minutes. A quick rub of the eyes to clear her sleepy vision, Lucy wasted no time in rolling out of the bed. Wobbling slightly on uneven legs she paused to adjust for a moment before making a line for the door, relief filling her face at the sight of the open bathroom beckoning for someone to enter.
Having tended to her needs and wiped the sweat off her body a now refreshed Lucy started her daily routine. Seeing little point in returning back to sleep (as well as wanting to avoid the wrath of her parents yet again), she instead opted for a sensible breakfast that could be eaten whilst multitasking with the organizing of her bedroom. Brief words of greeting to her parents were shouted through the house as she ran back upstairs.
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Once more the computer powered up, it's speed notably faster than the day before. It did not take as long for it to load in the apps desired either. From behind came a knock at the door diverting her attention away from the Emails - no new inboxes as of yet.
"Coming!" A few seconds later opening the door to her mother. The daughter swung the door to the furthest it could open, seating herself back at the desk.
"Morning honey. We just wanted to check on how you were doing." A look of concern had dropped over the parent's face as she took some steps forward.
"I'm fine thanks mum... No news yet, although I guess it will take a few days yet." Lucy sighed. Her eagerness to continue her education and reach for her life dreams seemed so close yet so far... and the waiting game was the worst part of it.
"That's not what I... I brought your washing." There was a slight rustle as she dragged the small basket from outside the bedroom to near the bed. Lucy simply stared, reddening at the sight of her business trousers sticking out the basket. Whilst she had not fully soaked them the day before, they had still been 'slightly dampened' by it.
"You know... these things happen every now and then. It's nothing to be-" The comment made Lucy flush deeper as she interrupted her mother to a stop. The latter paused for a moment before continuing.
"We're just worried..." she stopped again and looked over at the bed this time. "Were you alright throughout the night?" Lucy cringed in on herself. She was seventeen, not some child!
"Everything is fine mum. Thank you for your help... please stop talking about this." Despite answering back she looked down at the floor in an almost instinctive shame. A few seconds later she felt her chin being raised up as a kiss was delivered.
"We'll be here for you." Feeling immensely awkward, Lucy simply mumbled her thanks and smiled as her mother left.
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Boredom. Over the weekends there was very little to do other than watch old videos and films, courtesy of the bad internet in the home. Annoyingly for Lucy, this also extended to the Monday and Tuesday of the following week. By Wednesday, her impatience was at its limit. Two takeaway boxes sat beside her desk as she spent the vast majority of her day either browsing, awaiting news or on her phone.
A loud 'ding' suddenly spread throughout the room making the girl jump. Leaping up and first turning the volume down, slightly unsteady hands zoomed for the notification that had appeared."Greetings Ms. Lucy Green
Following our recent conversation, you are cordially invited to an open day at our university to give you a taster of things to come.
Consider this Email a teaser of an official acceptance into the university, starting a few months from now.
A more formal letter will be issued in the post to you shortly.
Enjoy your summer and we look forward to hearing from you soon!"
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(Thank you for the comments. These entries are just the preamble up to the actual student point, where I hope to make them much longer.)
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The joy from the moment the announcement came through was long lasting. Being in such an excited state to the point of almost shaking in disbelief. ‘Surreal’ was the word used. Naturally, the Green parents were ecstatic at their daughter’s good news and joined in by providing overdoses of praise and hosting a celebratory barbeque. Much to Lucy’s embarrassment at the time, the meal was finished off with a family speech about how much pride they hold over her – their own baby girl finally moving away from home for the first time. She simply responded shifting bouncing side to side on the spot holding her own hands in an awkward pose albeit with a beaming grin.
A few days of resting and enjoying the peace followed before the first of many family outings to the local shopping centres took place. This also signified the first of Lucy’s life lessons in that despite her eagerness and excitement for kickstarting her future, time was still a constant that now became infuriatingly slow and was also resistant to change. The Green’s lessons of patience and planning disappeared into nothingness overnight with a spontaneously developed impulsiveness and mood for desiring as little time waiting around and more focus on the university. The attitude continued for over a week before the father snapped back, scolding his daughter for her rude behaviour. She did not show her face for the rest of the night.
Attitudes and atmospheres calmed to a near stop as the summer months passed on by. With a plethora of clothes and stationary already preassembled the family spent a lot more of its time enjoying each other’s company whilst it was still accessible. Even the news of it now only being a three-week deadline for the first opportunity to move in and have an open day did nothing to shift the emotions. Finally, with only three days left until her journey began, panic struck the household as the daughter worried if they had enough things ready.
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The car rocked slightly as a heavy suitcase was shoved into the back of it. Standing at the side, James Green grabbed his knees in feigned exhaustion. Beside him, his wife Anne stood with teary eyes.
“One of you could have helped you know.” He called out with a grin to emphasize the joke.
“A deal’s a deal. I sorted out the bag, you do the heavy lifting.” The younger girl present flexed in a display for strength.
“Oi! I’ll have your father know the truth thank you – I did all the truly hard work.” Lucy laughed out whilst her father shook in head in dismay.
“It’s a long drive kiddo. At best, seven hours if we include stops before we get there. We’ll be setting off early.” He stopped as he brought in his wife for an embrace. “Don’t worry, everything is planned perfectly. I’ll be stopping at a hotel to not get too tired and will be back a day after.” By this point the tears had started flowing more freely from the mother’s eyes.
“It’s not too late to pick a closer university.” Anne pleaded half-jokingly to her daughter, her eyes now turning red from the crying.
“Let’s make the most of this night. Can we have loads of food and some films?” The begging in this situation was clearly over the top but Lucy hoped a bit of heartily felt love and some distractions would ease her departure for her mother.
She turned around as her mother laughed and rubbed at her own eyes. Taking in her neighbourhood for the last time made her feel oddly empty. Farewells had already been said to many of her friends and family. They would be setting off in the early morning which meant this would be the last good look she would see for some time. Thankfully, the heavens had offered their blessings for her journey ahead, showering the area in warming sunlight and clear skies with a promising weather report for the next few days ahead. With a final deep breath, she turned around and beckoned for them all to go inside.
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The early morning wakeup had gone poorly – Her parents had been wide awake and ready to see her off, yet she stumbled around in a dreamy daze clearly wanting nothing more than to sleep again. Seeing her struggling so badly, her father had offered to adjust the seats for her to sleep on the move for a while. The offer was immediately accepted.
Concern grasped at her mind as she stirred from her sleep yet again. By her estimates, the duo had only been on the roads for just over half an hour and yet already her bladder stirred. She had first felt the slight urge ten minutes ago although she had managed to doze off once more. This time, the feeling lingered on her mind and left her feeling on edge. She knew the urge to go was nowhere near urgent – Such knowledge did not help to ease the anxiety over it. Five minutes on she felt body becoming weighted as she slowly gave in to the desire for more rest. Despite this, her mind remained alert and refused to let her fully rest whilst it was conscious of a growing urge.
The tug of war between sleeping and staying on edge swayed back and forth over the next two hours, neither side scoring any critical success. Several times Lucy tried to distract herself by either aimlessly staring out the window, talking with her father or deliberately shutting her eyes and willing sleep to take a foothold. Instead, she experienced two hours of feeling on edge against her will.‘It’s fine. I’ve been fine so far and Dad can just pull ov-‘ her thought pattern was interrupted as the car bounced harshly, forcing her to bite her tongue to prevent a curse escaping.
“Sorry! I didn’t see the pot hole until it was too late. Are you alright?” She nodded a reply as she caught notice of him looking in the rear-view mirror but inside all hell was breaking loose. The bump in the road alerted her to just how badly she had to go. She had not intended to, but the pot hole had made her recoil her legs and she now could not shake the feeling of how heavy she suddenly felt. A check of the clock informed her their stop would be within the next twenty minutes… how well they were doing for their schedule was uncertain due to her distractions over sleep and the urge to pee.
Trying to adopt different tactics Lucy instead turned the music up slightly in the car and stared out the window once more, aimlessly focusing on the scenery or counting objects- She paused, frowning at the movement outside the car clearly slowing down. She twisted her view to the front suddenly noticing that the lanes had merged.
“Yeah. Lane’s closed. Radio said there was a crash earlier that they’ve not cleared up. Lucky its not the whole road.” She murmured an understanding as she instead focused on her own predicament. A dull pain spiked through her as she instinctively pulled back her hands to provide some pressure and comfort for taking the edge off. Finally, she managed to relax back into her seat, the brief back pain making her realise she had tensed up quite strongly through the past ten minutes or so. Settled back into a resting position she mentally groaned at the almost standstill of the traffic.
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They had moved three miles in half an hour. Fed up of waiting, her body had been fighting back for the last twenty-five minutes. Unable to keep occupied with anything she had instead focused on the outsides of the car in a tunnel vision of the scenery whilst keep her mind on her problem at hand. She didn’t care if she was fidgeting – she was more concerned of how large she was feeling. Pushing her hand down on her bladder no longer helped relieve the pain so she now found herself with one hand down her jeans to push the waistband out slightly. She had already unbuttoned them to help provide a bit more of a stretch. She shifted position once more for comfort – Instead, she winced in pain and shot her hands back to where they were.
“You alright kiddo? I’m thinking we grab our bite to eat here – Services just under a mile ahead.”
“Oh, yeah that’s fine.” Sweat relief and gratitude filled her as she tried to remain in her calm facade.
“How are you feeling?” Already she felt her cheeks warm up. She was sure she had been discrete in the back of the car.
“You’ve been in and out of sleep for some time now. I swear you younglings have no stamina” James chuckled to himself slightly
“I’m fine Dad.” As if to spite her, the pain raised itself for a moment as she rolled and struggled. Looking at the mirror, it seems her Dad had yet to notice. Thankfully, the traffic had started to move once more. Looking ahead she now noticed that the third lane had opened again so everybody was starting to spread out and speed up. Seeking a new distraction from her predicament she decided to text her mother with an update of their journey. More discomfort came her way as she found the rolling motion of the car accelerating then breaking to be similar to waves crashing on the beach... only in this case it was more severe for her. Eventually she felt one last motion forward and the sea within settled.
Going forward at a steady speech, Lucy had finally found a method to distract herself with the music and texting from her phone. Several songs later Lucy was mid reply as she felt the car lurch to the side when she suddenly felt it pause harshly, finding herself lurching forward instead, audibly crying out as the seat belt dug in harshly. A warm feeling also told her she had just had a spurt loss of control, but the burning within meant rest wanted out now. Looking up at her father, an apologetic face gazed back.
“Sorry. Someone cut in front of us as I was mid turn into this car park – But we’re here.” Hastily she unfastened herself from her seat and made a bee line for the nearest building, ignoring the voice from behind. |
(Thank you very much for the comments, I'm truly appreciative. I hope I can keep delivering satisfactory stuff 😅 I have no idea how to put tags on this thread, so apologies.)
She exited the service bathrooms and frowned in concern. People crowded the entire complex and the one person she expected to be in plain site was not around at all. Stepping over to the side wall out of the way of the public the girl pondered what the likely steps her father would take after parking up. For one thing, they needed more fuel, but that could easily be sorted outside. On the other hand, both were hungry, and this would be the best place to stock up on supplies. Given how large the complex was narrowed down the possible locations to four - the petrol station outside, the two fast food restaurants within and on the off chance she had been completely wrong with her predictions, the car would be the last target. Deciding to get a move on, Lucy took a deep breath and marched on wards. Any comfort she had felt before coming here had completely vanished as she now had to contend with swarms of strangers. A sense of claustrophobia stretched in every direction.
Walking fast and keeping to the walls allowed her to reach the first destination. Now in a much more open space even the air seemed cleaner. A quick scan of the tables, then the people standing around and finally the one bookshop connected next to it led to disappointment. She internally cursed at her own haste. Rushing in meant she had left her phone in the car... although given the state of her underwear she was far more grateful. She cringed in shame as she felt the dampness underneath with every step she took, reminding her that she had lost control. The only saving grace was the fact that it had not spread to her jeans. She shook her head hard at such a mortifying thought. The last time she had suffered such an act- Pain in the palms of her hand from her own nails digging in snapped her attention from the memories that resurfaced.'C'mon Lucy. Less dwelling on the past, more searching for Dad, getting some food and getting out of here.' Her stomach rumbled in agreement.
The next closest location would be the petrol station that she could see from just outside the window of where she currently was. At a brief check she could not see her parent’s car, but there was always the possibility he had already refueled and had parked up again nearby. With her mind set on the task she was finally rewarded ten minutes later. Speed walking over to the table James was seated at, she shuffled into the corner and gave a quick smile.
"Thought I'd lost you in this place." She shivered in slight disgust - One of her father’s bad habits was speaking with a mouth full of food... At least he didn't spit as he talked as well. Unsure how to respond, Lucy simply shrugged and eyed the half eaten burger... God's she was hungry.
"I tried to call you but you left your phone in the car." he said much clearer now he had swallowed his mouthful. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out and pushed the mobile across the table. Before it had even stopped moving it was snatched up.
"Hey! You'll scratch the screen." James simply put his hand up and slightly waved it before taking another bite.
"...I got lost... sorry. How long are we staying here?" Indeed, there were two missed calls and an unread text from her mother
"Just enough for a decent rest. Don't worry, we'll get there on time. Driving for hours at a time is tiring you know." Given how exhausted Lucy found being a passenger to be, never mind having the responsibilities of a driver, she couldn't fault such a comment so simply nodded in understanding. Erasing the missed calls from her log, she read the text from her mother'Your Dad said you rushed out the car... Everything ok? Love you xx' Even potentially hundreds of miles away her mother still worried as much as she always did. Part of her wished they weren't in the know so much with everything that happened at times... deep inside she knew it was just genuine parental care though. Nobody could be mad at them for that. Replying with a reassuring text, Lucy focused her attention on the current.
"I can see you staring at my food you know." She grinned back mischievously as her cheeks warmed up.
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By the time they had returned to the car with full stomachs the feeling of discomfort from below had also vanished. Content she could now relax and enjoy the remainder of the journey, Lucy picked the front passenger seat instead and tried to immerse herself in whatever activities that could 'speed up' the journey. By now the morning sun had risen and was shining brightly across the countryside. A quick check of the forecast revealed it was keeping its promises from the day before which meant if they arrived quickly enough, she would be able to grab some brilliant pictures to share as her arrival.
As if content with the earlier dramatics, Lucy found that her body was a lot more at peace and capable of relaxing. A slight worry did register as she glanced at the clock – It had been an hour and a half since their break… she had been feeling quite thirsty earlier. Refusing to drink any further when the original pains had started, she had quenched the thirst down with a large lemonade at the services following the bathroom break. So far, the only issue was the mind games and her own anxieties.
“Everything alright?” her father’s questioning startled her as she quickly looked around, panicked heartbeat momentarily escalating. She must have started daydreaming.
“Yeah. Just want to get there and settle in.”
“The traffic earlier delayed us… But if we get some good roads ahead then in just over two, we’ll be there.” The negatives swarming around in her head vanished. After all this hard work she was finally moments away from the beginning of the rest of her life.
But what if it was a mistake after all? Her mother had begged her to stay somewhere closer. Would she be able to do the course, or would she fall behind? What if things started going bad at home? So many questions and last-minute dilemmas when they were already over half way there. Unable to cope with it tearing at her anymore she turned to her father to voice the concerns in hopes a second opinion from a different source would help. Yet she hesitated, mouth agape as she dared not go through with it. He probably wouldn’t be angry. Logic would say he’d comfort her during this trial of independence. Hurriedly turning back before her staring gathered his attention, she sat in silence pondering her true emotions for the rest of the journey.
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The entrance to the university grounds was enormous. James Green sat leaning out the driver’s seat speaking into a voice box whilst Lucy stared in awe at what lied in front. Beautiful stone walls bordered the entire area and she had already noticed what remarkable condition it was in. The architecture was undamaged, and the older parts were very well preserved. Even the grounds were clean cut and kept in a perfect balance. Such art was all visible from a car seat outside the main entrance. The thought of what possibilities lay beyond made her heart explode in excitement, instantly erasing the doubts and worries she had been harbouring silently for the past few hours. The vehicle lurched forward as they were given the all clear, father smiling to daughter who beamed back at everything nearby.
“Security says to park up and go into the main hall. Since you’re a new starter, there’s some things to fill in and then we have the fun part of dragging your heaps of stuff to your room.” It was evident that the tiredness was starting to get to the father now. In contrast, Lucy was powered up and ready to sprint into everything.
A twinge from below briefly made her frown. She responded by grabbing the feeling and pulling it to pieces, adamantly refusing to let her body urges ruin this day. She could hold it until everything was in place and sorted. Still the car pushed on with its slow speed, Lucy ‘wowing’ at the other sides of the buildings and ancient trees which littered the opposite side of the campus. A glance down to the radio’s clock informed her of the progress. They were twenty minutes late but still had a lot of time before the tour.
“There doesn’t seem to be many here. It should be quite fast for you.” Her father yawned as he pulled into the car parking space closest to the halls of accommodation and turned the engine off. Lucy couldn’t help but marvel at them for a moment as she paused, half leaning out the open car door. A medieval theme of stonework with gargoyle sculptures covered the outside. She couldn’t wait to explore within. Picking up the pace, the duo marched inside the other hall and confronted who they needed to. Directed by the receptionist to the main room on their left, only a few tables were present with even lesser amounts of staff. Handing over the official joining letters that had been posted and sharing their name made them scurry away for a moment before responding with a pack of essentials was passed from behind the table. Whether the security had informed them or if it was just impressive levels of preparation remained uncertain, however, such thoughts were forgotten as the last item to be exchanged was a room key with a hearty ‘welcome’ added to it. Lucy was certain she couldn’t smile any harder if she tried.
“Your halls are within the building just up the flight of steps in front of this one. Your blocks are split into groups of three. Over the next few days you should eventually meet your flat buddies. Finally, the tour starts in eighty minutes. If you have any more questions, just return here.” Polite and informative. Lucy returned her appreciation and rushed out the room.
“Let’s get going Dad!”
…As it turned out, the insides of the rather old-fashioned style halls were surprisingly modern. Lighting, plumbing and even general room aesthetics had been completely stripped clean and replaced with much more advanced day to day equivalents. It was like living in a disguised bunker. Unlike the packing for coming to the university, Lucy did most of the off-loading whilst her father collapsed on a chair in the lobby. A lot of her items were in light boxes and neatly packaged so she was content on being able to later decorate and rearrange to her desires as much as she wanted.
The fears she held over committing to moving away had kept their distance, so she felt no need to disturb what rest her dad was grabbing… All that left was the tour and meeting her flat mates. A familiar feeling resurfaced as Lucy checked the last box to unpack but it too was pushed aside once more in favour of the open university tour which she now set her mind on.
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Several light taps at her door woke her from the deep sleep was in. Squinting from the sleep in her eyes she struggled to make out the time. ’09:35’ Oh. She had overslept. Rolling out the side of the bed, Lucy groaned in pain as the full feeling within sloshed around. Quickly fling the quilt back over the bed, she equipped her dressing gown and opened the door. Now face to face, two young looking women stood smiling back at her as the cogs got to work.
“Hey! You must be our new flat mate!” The slightly taller girl spoke out in a surprisingly high-pitched voice. Lucy simply wiped at her eyes as she struggled to adjust to increased light pouring into the room.
“Welcome! It’s nice to meet you.” The other girl who was roughly equal to her own height added on in a softer, quiet tone. Both smiled waiting for her own greeting.
“Ice breaker girls? Let’s hear about one another. I'm Amber!” The taller girl stepped towards the bed, pushing past Lucy and the other girl and slammed herself down in a lazy slouch. The other girl gingerly walked in after. Lucy decided to take the initiative for this one.
“Nice to meet you too! I’m Lucy” She stretched her hand forward as they extended theirs too.
“I’m Jess… We both got here yesterday although we didn’t see you around.” The smaller one replied as she stayed stuck near the walls. Given how she had spent all her first day on tours, exploring or simply being lazy and sleeping the night away… it was not unexpected. She opened her mouth to continue at the precise moment another spiking pain stabbed into her, halting her words.
“Not a morning person I take it.” Amber slightly laughed much to the relief of Lucy as she stepped back. In truth, her room was still in a tip as she had not unpacked many things, but it beat standing at the door awkwardly.
“Y-yeah. Sorry. It was a tiring ride here.” She laughed it off nervously as she rubbed at her belly. It kicked back harder and made her squeeze her legs tight. Why did it have to be now of all times? Distracted, she glanced over to Amber then down to the bed with wide eyes. the Bed Pads were just underneath where she sat.
“What are you studying here Lucy?” A change of topic. She locked in the eye contact and started talking about her course. The others followed suite, explaining their own journeys and what they intended to graduate with given time.
‘Please. Just five more minutes to make a good first impression!’ she pleaded to her body. It waited for a moment before giving a firm ‘no’, a wave of urgency suddenly pushing through her.
“Sorry. Excuse me for a second.” She quickly left the room and then slowed down considerably, creeping towards the bathroom not daring to pick up the pace in case the nightmare unfolded. She would have to make it up to her new flat mates for being so rude and leaving abruptly. With any luck, they would have left her room to continue their chat. Lucy just hoped they didn't undercover her secret underneath the quilt.
Managing to find relief in privacy, she decided she would apologise to the others then get ready for the day and treat the two to lunch and drinks. As far as first impressions had gone, there were attributes that could have improved but the pair seemed friendly enough – She prayed it would last.
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Despite being quite a closeted girl, Lucy knew the game of drinking until you couldn't even stand properly quite well. As it just so happened, drinking until you couldn't even stand properly was also a brilliant ice breaking and way to let loose from studies. Nobody could resist the lure of a wild night of party especially when they find out that their lectures are cancelled from Thursday until the next week via email. Thus, armed with such information and wanting to bond more with her newly made friends it was Lucy that suggested drinks and party games in the Student's Union, a social hub and bar combined into one. Within hours the invitation seemed to spread far and wide. Soon enough the plans for a small group outing turned into a free for all among all the new students... Not that she was complaining of course. More people increased the likelihood of making friends and therefore guaranteeing success.
It soon became apparent that more people was in fact not good for her. Two hours into the drinking, celebrations, introductions and more drinking had resulted in her barely recalling any names from newcomers that were not involved in her lectures. The possibilities of joining a student society remained, however, doing such could possibly limit her on her goal to some level of popularity... she was simply stuck in limbo being unable to act hastily or be patient-
A few pats on the shoulder brought her out of her day dreaming pondering as her eyes focused on Amber.
"What's got you in a daze? You're not a lightweight, are you? Drink up girl!" A deep gulp followed by an 'aaah' showed that Amber was clearly someone who lived for the experience rather than the taste of the drink.
"I'll make you drink your words, Amber." In truth, Lucy already felt bloated and uncomfortable. A slight pain of a headache was coming about but she wasn't about to let that interfere with the night. Against her better judgement she too took a deep drink, determination settling in to challenge her house mate to some degree.
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The headache rolled in with a ferocity enough to wake Lucy from her slumber. Groaning in pain, she reached for her mobile phone on the drawers. Squinting to the sudden adjustment of light, she slowly let her arm fall back in place, leaving the phone on the drawers once more.
"03:50...is too...early." She shuffled over to get more comfortable, freezing with a gasp half way. Hesitating for a moment in disbelief, she finally pushed the quilt up and sprung from the bed in one movement. A self-consciousness of her own breathing rapidly took hold and a fire seemed to spread across her body as she looked upon the scene, then down at herself. Only now did she become aware of the warmth that clung to her legs and lower back. Staring down at her bed she slowly began to settle and accept the shame. To say she had wet the bed would be an understatement. The pad lay completely saturated, the liquids that hadn't been soaked up spreading in every direction and pooling beneath. Grasping her hair and shaking it side to side, Lucy groaned in pain at the persistent headache.'Logical thinking Lucy. Th-..this isn't the first time. First things first, wash everything.' She glanced at the digital clock and was suddenly grateful her body had picked now of all times to awaken. Gingerly creeping out the room, she quickly ransacked the kitchen for the supplies she needed. Stripping down to just her birthday suit she shivered with the cold as she shuffled the wet clothing and mattress cover into a plastic bag intended for the washing machine. Still, the bed pad had technically done its job and was disposed of into a separate bag, it being deliberately kept aside for fear of its contents being discovered in the communal bin, somehow. A maddened dash through the dark house to the bathroom later, Lucy was finally able to clean herself up as she spent far longer than necessary enjoying the trickling of water over her shoulders.'Just a bit longer and you can enjoy a real sleep.' she had told herself as she climbed back into a bed lacking a top cover. The message did not sink in well as she discovered the next morning, reliving the events in a cruel sense of déjà vu that disrupted her morning. Where as the night previous she had found herself able to go back to bed… whatever ailment that had conjured itself within her refused to allow such a privilege, instead choosing to afflict her body with the onset of a harsh cold and painful stomach cramps. Still the head pains persisted, the large quantities of warm drinks and soups that were being ingested to counter the apparent illness doing little to help. Seeing no improvement, such a diet was quickly stopped in favour of more tasty food. As a last resort, painkillers were flushed down to help put her at ease… Lucy only wished there was not a four hour limit for them.
By Sunday, the repeating occurrences of her most recent nights faired only slightly better in that Lucy had prepared more bed pads, half expecting the problem. It took effort to stay quiet through her discomfort and not wake her house mates who had become aware of her deteriorating health during the daylight. She had explained it was simply a ‘harsh cold’ and would go away soon… Jess seemed to doubt such an explanation but Amber shrugged. The shame of such an act had lessened greatly with it occurring often… her adaption to the now coughing fits and feverish symptoms were not taken well. Above her physical ailments, a sense of guilt and worry also periodically wracked her – Conflicted feelings on whether to inform her parents of her state and ask for help or to maintain her independence and not make them worry.
In the end she decided to keep it a secret from all and let only those that saw her believe it merely a bad cough and a runny nose. Keeping to her story and her room for the remaining day of the ‘extra-long weekend’, she attempted to catch up on as much rest before the start of her lectures.
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The start of the fourth week rolled round, many of the students in a daze as they wandered to their first studies of the day unfamiliar with such early rises courtesy of their late night drinking games. Equipped with a Caramel Cappuccino and a small notepad, Lucy was among those that sat with a hood over their head trying to drown out as much light and noise whilst being able to pay attention and hoping her constant sniffing would not be a cause of distraction. With the last of the students filtering in, so too did the lecturer.
“Welcome back all. I can see some of you enjoyed the time off partying well.” A few grins and laughs answered back.
“As per your emails, today we will actually be going on a field trip to the Castle Ruins that overlook the coast.” Right. It did explain why so many of the students arrived empty handed compared to the usual large amounts of backpacks and laptops. Email notifications were a common place now. Lucy mentally scolded herself for not checking. Such carelessness wouldn’t get her far if she kept up the behaviour.
“The coach should be arriving within the next ten minutes. I’ll see you all out front.” As quick as they came in, they left. For a group of forty students she had to give them credit where it was due for being able to capture all their attention at once. As Lucy stood, she could already spy a swarm of students heading towards the café on campus for emergency rations. Using this time to her advantage, she quickly managed to interrogate the lecturer on the nature of the day trip. Although she didn’t see any clear disdain, a sense of disappointment lingered as it was explained the trip would encompass all the teaching slots of the day.
Having not explored any of her university town, the journey of over an hour to reach the castle caught Lucy by surprise. Looking around during the travel, it seemed many had used the extra time to grab the last desperate bit of shut eye possible before they would be trawling around the area. Outside the speeding coach the weather mimicked much of how Lucy felt – Large grey overcasts and the odd spit of rain not showing any positivity. Several times over the hour the feelings of discomfort increased, her throat feeling raw with pain and her body temperature seemingly spiking to the point she felt she was sweating bucket loads. Frequent checks of herself confirmed the reality of this every time and served as a distraction aside from the country road scenery until they arrived at the castle.
Its size was unprecedented and unlike anything she had experienced. Enormous blocks of stone built the entirety of the place. No sign of wood or any other material remained. Large sections of the exterior showed heavy damage from erosion, yet it stood stable. From what she had overheard just before the students stormed ahead, the castle was over six centuries old. Still staring on ahead Lucy witnessed other students taking different paths into and around the castle yet she remained, stood in awe. In truth, this was her first visit to such a colossal ruin and would serve as an educational and fun experience… yet she did not know where to begin. Glancing around and scouting each student as they moved up let her know many were grouping up, although a few stragglers remained. She was disappointed to not spy Jess among those heading up. It would have been nice to talk to someone about the day and then more when they returned.‘C’mon girl. Let’s grab some sketches and pictures for home’. Pulling out her mobile phone and taking a selfie in front of the enormous structure, she swiped away her negative energy and moved on.
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Trundling back with slumped shoulders, Lucy arrived at the car park and made a line straight for the coach as part of the return trip.
“Hurry on now Ms. Green- Actually, you don’t look so well.” Her excuse of it just being a cold was looked upon with skeptical eyes. Nevertheless, Lucy continued, her destination being the chairs that she desperately desired to sink into. Considering breaks, the group of students and teacher alike had been on the site for roughly four hours… exhausted seemed far too generous of a word to describe the experience. Barely an hour into her examination of the exterior and her illness had fought back with a vengeance, wracking her body with a migraine and feelings of being frozen. Seeking refuge inside the castle did not help – The areas that were exposed allowing for large drafts of cold winds to reach her even in the deepest segments. A feeling of content lay there through the pictures captured but the tiredness prevailed and sapped any enjoyment that might surface on the girl’s face. Finally seated aboard the coach she zipped open her bag and deposited the notepad and souvenirs she had bought this day. As the last student boarded the coach, the engine ignited, their return journey starting.
Ten minutes into the ride and the general sickness that Lucy felt could not be shaken. She had tried sucking on a sweet, drinking and taking tablets yet it remained, making her feel increasingly nauseous as time passed. Five minutes on from there and the urge to vomit rose. A sense of unease filled the girl as she swallowed several times in hopes of settling her inner self. Still the feeling climbed. By the next minute it started its attack. A burning sensation filled her chest as she suddenly found herself gagging then retching. Ignoring the sudden looks from the students nearby, Lucy hastily unzipped her bag, unwrapping her item that she’d bought from the gift shop. The medium sized knight figurine with a bobble head swayed slightly as she quickly stuffed it into her back into her bag.‘It’s just a precaution. It’s just a precauti-‘. she was unable to finish the chant as she found herself forcibly pushed over, the contents of her stomach rising and then pouring out. A few gasps and comments reached her ears, but she kept her head down, groaning through the pain and grateful she did not have to use her own backpack for what she was doing. She retched again, her face going crimson as she passed wind unintentionally.
“Are you ok?” Someone reached over from the seat behind and shook her arm. Before she could even nod her head, her body rolled forth again. And again. Her throat was on fire and her stomach cramped up. Mercifully, she found herself no longer bringing up the contents as the retching slowed in its pace. Deprived of her energy supply, she felt as if the world was spinning as an uncomfortable feeling surged downwards. Out of nowhere, an urgency to use the bathroom gripped her as she instinctively squeezed herself together. Unrelenting, the urge pushed again as Lucy dropped the bag and grabbed her stomach, crying out in pain. Moaning and gripping herself tighter she desperately tried to regain control of the situation. The student sat nearest to her left their seat. Her body forcibly pushed against her will once more as it pushed out all its waste in one go, Lucy turning white with shock. Movements and murmurs could be heard as people moved away on the coach. Panic filled her as she realised the gravity of what just happened.‘Please let this be a horrid dream.’
Someone sat down in the seat beside her.
“Hey now. Don’t cry… It’ll be alright.” The words did nothing to soothe her as she pressed her hands into her face and sobbed, the arms of Jess being the only shield for her.
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As always, thank you for the comments 🙂 Apologies for the delay
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Several rows further back in the coach, Jess Evans sat idly by waiting for the coach to get moving again. With her phone drained of its battery and therefore lack of access to her music, little amusement could be found where she was. Occasionally she would try to join in the conversations between several rows but the moment it turned to the topic of sports she zoned out from disinterest.
The noise of gagging then immediate hurling paused all conversing as everyone looked around trying to identify which person was in trouble. Hushed whispers and soon spying took over the coach as every student embraced their inner nosiness.“I think it’s the smaller girl.” Not wanting to intrude on the poor person’s health she purposely put her interest aside.“That’s Lucy. She doesn’t sound very well.” Jess stood up from her seat and stretched herself upwards to see.
Although partially obscured by the seat she could just about make out her friend. Pushing past the other students she moved towards the moaning girl, tapping the person seated nearest to them and gesturing for them to move away. Apparently grateful for the intrusion, they hastily grabbed their bag and walked further down the bus, just missing what Jess was sure was a fart. She intended to lean over and grab her friend hoping to find out what in the world was wrong and if she could help… instead a series of loud unmentionables reached her ears followed by an odour that made her wrinkle her nose in disgust.“Eww!”
“Oh my God!”
“Poor girl…”
Taking a moment to consider her options, she decided to sit beside her clearly troubled companion whilst the rest of the coach burst into a storm of moving students and bags.
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Lucy sat frozen in disbelief of the situation, ignoring the tears that were skiing down her face. It was simply too outlandish and an impossibility that at the age of seventeen she had pooped her pants, but the smell suggested otherwise. She stared ahead at the vacant seat in front of her desperately trying to think of an escape or excuse or… something but her mind went blank. As if sensing the absence of its other half her bladder gave her a nudge that it was time. The nudge was shoved back, Lucy too pained to focus on that issue now and still struggling on what to do.
Slowly the warmth of her house mate's arms and presence reached her. The reassuring circular stroking helped bring a feeling of ease and offset the cramping pains she was feeling. No more words were said as she occasionally wept, one hand going down and clutching her stomach and the other being a windscreen wiper for her face. The silence of the rest of the coach did not help her anxiety. She dared not to look up and around at the faces of the students and so kept her head down trying to block out as much of the whispering as she could. By her estimates there was still a good forty minutes of travel left before she could flee for her home. The coach did not come with a built-in toilet as some other models did and so far, the lecturers either hadn't noticed her predicament or had kept away deliberately... although she was unsure how exactly they would help. Following what happened the realisation that she was trapped settled in fast. There wasn’t even anywhere to hide until the nightmare ended.
The onset of a few coughs caused Lucy to wince in pain at the soreness she felt burning in her chest and throat, Jess retracting her arms as she got it out her system. Humiliated was too kind of a word to describe her situation but she yearned for the comfort to come back. Finally daring to look up at least to her neighbour seated beside her, she wiped away at her face again - A face covered with concern and a wry smile stared back as an arm patted her softly.“You alright hun?” much like the rest of the coach, her friend whispered to her. In truth purging her contents upwards had helped her feel a fair bit better but the reality of what had happened did not compare in the slightest.
“I didn’t even-” Her stomach grumbled rather audibly with a ferocity making her grab her sides. Feeling immensely awkward she paused her talk, her cheeks becoming warm as her friend softened her expression. Her bladder joined in the bodily notifications by pinging it needed to go. “Luce… I don’t think it’s just a cold. You need to see the doctors.” Trying to settle herself once more she tensed as an arm slightly pulled her in for a hug. She tried to resist at the last moment but was not fast enough. Although unintentional, the movement was enough to make Jess hesitate.“I know you’re embarrassed but I’m trying to help. Do you want me to leave?” Shame tugged at her. The only person who would be of any help and comfort to her problem and she was pushing them away. She felt conflicted between getting any assistance or just being left to her misery until it was over. The unpleasant feelings inside had weakened but not vanished completely. Once more her senses gave a kick. She responded with clenched muscles.“I still need the bathroom.” A wide-eyed look was cast back, briefly glancing down then back up“I- Oh. Well… Just try and hold it and we’ll get sorted when we’re back.” Frowning, Lucy tried to adapt to her new circumstances. Despite being deeply uncomfortable, she soon found herself bobbing her head slightly and losing focus.
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Sometime later a dazed Lucy was roused from her half attentive state as she was rocked side to side. Sighing as she rubbed her eyes, she glanced to the side noticing the weak smile of Jess up close. Behind her the last of the students were filing off the coach one by one. The latter moved to stand, offering a hand out to the other to pull them over now that the coast was clear. A quick check for any missed items made her thankful that she had not befouled the coach. Uncertain to the extent of the damage but desperate to freshen up, she pushed onwards, grabbing her bags and making a move. Lucy regretted the movement almost immediately. Half way through getting up a pain dig into her. Underestimating her bladder capacity during the ‘nap’, it had pushed outwards and was now being squished by her jeans and belt. As if sensing the weakness her stomach let loose an unsettling gurgle giving her the sense of ‘butterflies’.
The walk back to the house was slower and more careful than it typically would be. Several times she had to pause to strengthen the control. Jess kindly offered to walk close behind to shield the view though Lucy already knew what would happen. She could only wonder what she thought by having a front row seat of the entire thing. The entire class would be spreading the news like wildfire. Whether it was school or college, or in this case university it was always the same. People loved to talk about drama and events... she would be the dirty life of the party for a long while.
“Amber shouldn’t be in. She has lectures at this time.” Jess broke the awkward silence between them as they neared the door, interrupting Lucy's negative thinking in the process. A heavenly choir played through Lucy’s ears. She would find out if that was the truth soon enough. Such news did give her a slight sense of hope but the less shame she experienced today the better. She had no idea how to repay the favour and kindness that had been given so far. As it happened, the news had the side effect of reawakening her urges with an anger. Rushing inside and ignoring the cramps Lucy speed walked with a slight hobble straight into the bathroom. The last hurdle materialised itself as she saw her reflection. Turning around, the fears of the damage was confirmed... Her jeans were a complete right-off. Normally she preferred snug clothing but with how the accident had happened, little was left untouched. Shaking herself out of the shock of her clothing status she soon realised a new problem...the dilemma of how-to relief oneself in such a state. The urgency of her bodily needs increased, not aided by her pausing when relief was in direct line of sight. Going as she normally would was out of the question. Pushed for time in a losing battle she clenched her fists as she climbed into the bathtub as a last resort.
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The small girl sat in the doctor’s surgery reception waiting for their name. Occasionally their gaze wandered off to the doors on the search for any familiar faces before returning to the wall where they were previously clock watching. Drumming their fingers impatiently they watched yet another individual who had arrived after her was called through. Dressed in a tracksuit and with a hood over their set of hair it briefly occurred to the girl that perhaps she should have worn something different to either get noticed or be taken seriously.
The self-consciousness surrounding Lucy was through the roof. She felt bad enough skipping her lectures even if she had a legitimate reason though when she considered her most recent health the logic settled back in. For the last week, their… problems had increased in severity and as of two days ago ruined any chances of a social life or any popularity for the rest of her studies. The only one she hadn’t avoided was her house mate Jess who she still did not know how to thank properly.
“Is there a miss Green here?” Nervous, she raised her hand as she stepped forward towards the middle-aged nurse and followed them to a back room. Hesitant to explain the issues now in privacy, the nurse pointed out that they would be unable to help unless they knew of the problem. Taking a deep breath and fumbling with her hands, Lucy turned crimson as she told her story to the stranger. Nods and understanding returned with a sense of professionalism.
The outcome was as much as she had expected. They did not know what could cause an issue. One possibility was the flu, earning a shrug from Lucy as it was put forth. It was true she had suffered with her chest, nose and throat over the week… but that did not explain her other issues. Further tests would be needed to be of any help, which meant samples needed to be taken to study it further. Precisely as predicted the necessary tools were brought into the room to get the information the doctors needed. Psyching herself up she obeyed the instructions necessary for a blood test, fiercely shutting her eyes and looking away during the entire procedure.
Being informed that the doctor’s surgery would be in touch with her 'in a short while' was only slightly soothing. On the one hand, she would get some information soon… the waiting game was not so well received. Until more precise information could return, she was to be taking a prescription set of generic medication – Painkillers, rehydration tablets and a set of antibiotics as a precaution. Leaving the building with a green bag in tow, Lucy stopped inches from the exit as she spied the pharmacy… there was one more step she could take to help. Looking at the shelves she sighed in defeat at the completely empty row where bed pads would be. She did not want to contact her parents and admit she had exhausted her supply in the first few weeks.
A glance down made her flush as she saw the remaining products. Varying levels of incontinence wear for adults were still available. Looking around in panic in case someone recognised her, she leaned down and read more into them.‘It’s not as if its permanent. Just until they find out what’s wrong.’ Beads of sweat ran down her as she edged a hand out to grab a parcel. She knew she wouldn’t be able to avoid her problems and other people forever.‘Nobody else has to know.’ She gulped as she held it to her chest. Was she really considering this?‘It’ll save you from the early morning wakeups.’ Trying her best to shield the parcel she bee lined to the counter. |
Numerous students stood awkwardly outside the block of houses and flat accommodation buildings shivering in the early morning wind. Around them the blaring sounds of the fire alarms echoing called for the campus security to search for problems and only then turn them off. A rule all students had been made aware of was always to wait for the wardens to investigate the issue and remain outside even during harsher weathers. Failure to do so, as one unfortunate student had discovered within the first week, would result in a fine and a written warning. It was safe to say that among the younger students this was obeyed without further issues for fear of family intervention.
For five minutes the alarms had been echoing. Lucy shivered from the cold as she shoved her hands under her armpits to try and bring some heat and feeling back in. Panicked by the sudden alarm disrupting her sleep during the middle of the night she rushed getting herself ready and now found herself in her pyjamas, slippers and dressing gown. She couldn’t help but notice upon exiting the building that Amber was absent from the rendezvous point yet Jess was present, fully clothed and in a winter coat. Scanning around she had found many other students had copied her strategy and were all now regretting it.
Envious of the heat and wanting to occupy herself she approached. Smiles were shared as the conversation opened, slowly easing the apprehension felt by Lucy. The last time she had properly talked to her house mate was two days ago during the disastrous field trip. Genuine care and concern came forth as the elephant in the room was mentioned in a whisper through the sirens, Lucy blushing furiously as she gave her heartfelt thanks in return. Making a mental note to treat her to a meal out as a gift she let her guard down, becoming fully engrossed in the chat and ignoring the cold bit by bit. Being preoccupied had the effect of time being quicker than perceived – Soon enough the wardens arrived, and the students were granted refuge back in their own buildings with both warmth and food supply. Seeing little point in returning to sleep for a few measly hours the duo walked into straight into the kitchen, seating themselves down as they prepared a breakfast earlier than normally expected. Soon enough they started exploring additional topics of interest and sharing notes. Buttering up some toast she heard her house mate begin.
"Ugh! Three-hour lectures on a Friday ends the week nicely but it's so early! At least we can grab some rest before the societies open up in the evening." Jess yawned through her complaint. Lucy laughed in understanding as she recalled the reaction of every student on the very first Friday they had. The lectures were broken up with a couple of breaks and the topics were interesting... is what she would normally say if she had a good night’s sleep.
"Maybe the lecture will be finished earlier than normal?" A hopeful suggestion was laid out to ponder. The likelihoods of such happening were extremely slim as they were barely a month into their studies... something that Lucy had picked up on quickly, however, was how many of the senior students grasped onto hope as if it was as vital as oxygen itself.
Such a learning curve would bend for them all soon enough. She simply hoped that having a light-hearted attitude would help. The next few hours were spent nibbling on snacks and watching videos. More awake by now it was hoped the two of them would not fall into a slumber. Coming up to the hour before they were due to start, Jess separated announcing she was going to get washed and ready. Just as she was leaving the kitchen the offer was made to sit beside here in the lecture to catch up on notes missed the day before. Graciously accepting, Lucy too ran off to prepare.
The first concern that she ran into was her matter of underwear. It was a mixture of being mortified and surprised when she had prepared for bed the night before. Her lack of bed pads had left her instead in what she was wearing now, something she couldn't help but notice was oddly... comfy? What left her in even more of a surprised state was when she had been woken up by the fire alarms this morning and felt nothing. She was dry. Her most risky play by far had been fleeing out of the building with only a thin layer of her pyjama leggings to cover the garment but once more her worries were set aside as it was unnoticed beneath her dressing gown. Even as they had returned home her growing need had soon shown itself, further increasing while she had sat in the kitchen socializing with Jess. It could be sorted before the lecture started... but what of afterwards? She was well within her rights and capable of leaving mid lecture to tend to her needs due to her small bladder size... but with her recent health issues an anxiousness seemed to always be close by. Gulping, she decided to keep what she had on, opting for her grey jeans and purple sweatshirt to complete her look today. Rallying her determination, she set off from her room to finish her morning preparations.
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Roughly forty minutes after she had left, Jess was finally ready to leave the flat. Brushing her hair back to leave it flowing she quickly threw on a mid-length red dress with black leggings and her usual coat to keep her warm outdoors. Joining up with her house mate, the duo left with fifteen minutes to spare. It was plenty of time to reach their lecture location, but the pair set their sights on the café instead for the intention of completing the morning ritual of caramel cappuccinos. She raised her eyebrows at the peculiarity of her friend's walking which had gone unnoticed until now but decided not to bring the topic up. Armed with their dose of keeping alert the two descending upon the lecture theatre. A swarm of students seemed to fill the room connecting to the theatre, mutterings of the room being locked and cramped coming from numerous places. Standing by and waiting for someone to be of assistance, concern grew from Jess for the well-being of her friend who she had now noticed had stuck herself into the corner, almost as if trying to hide from as many people as possible. Not wanting to prolong the behaviour she marched over with purpose.
“You sure you’re alright Luce? You seem nervous.” Either the girl’s fever had not disappeared, or she was getting herself so uptight she was sweating. Following her question, a very slight rustle came from the girl as she darted her eyes around then looked back. Her knuckles were white with a tight grip.
“Just… a little bit.” A nervous giggle filled the picture as Lucy fumbled with her notepad. Considering what she had experienced Jess wisely decided to bite her tongue… she didn’t need to add onto her anxiety. At the same time from across the room several apologies came from an older gentleman who hobbled towards the door jittering around with keys in a bit to open it. In a few minutes, their lecture would begin and the time to talk would be cut down.
“Just sit by me. We can share notes. Drink our coffee. Look at memes, the usual.” Jess played a shrugging action to downplay the situation now certain she had identified the worrying issue for her friend. With a bit of hope she would be able to find some comfort and not feel quite uptight for the entire lecture. The shuffling of the girl decreased immediately as she let out of a sigh and slumped her shoulders back. A sheepish grin looked up as she mouthed a ‘thank you’ in return, stepping forward in unison with the other students as they started to pour into the theatre.
Moving across the room they picked a table in the top corner right by the wall. She gave a brief reassuring stroke on the arm as the laptop was plugged in and started powering up before letting herself become fully involved with the teaching experience. Over the next hour she dared an occasional glance sideways to see how her friend was holding up, each time relieved that she was either furiously writing or had her back straight and looking forward. The expected panic had first came across right as predicted when Lucy froze up in the doorway. Looking beyond her shoulders several of the students were staring back with mixed expressions. Not wanting to let it take a firm hold, Jess applied light pressure to her back as she pushed her forward causing a slight tumble but nothing worse. Since then although her attention was mostly diverted no negatives had been observed. Having been positioned close to the front, their backs were to the rest of the group which meant only if they forcibly turned around would they see the others - A tactic which was so far working. Thus the studying took a foothold as the first topic they investigated as a joint class interactive were the ancient rulers of Greece.
Being granted the privilege of a fifteen minute break for surviving an hour, a horde of students fled the room to refill their food and drink supplies or grab respite by smoking. Hemmed in between the wall and Jess, Lucy was among those that stayed behind, instead she chose to lean over and borrow the laptop, working through the break to record as many notes as possible from what she had missed. Once more the lecture picked up pace as they started moved on from the leaders and countries to their ancient naval craft and trading routes with a focus on the classical period. The mid part of the teaching block seemed to stretched on as notes were taken, the cappuccino having long since run dry. Relying on willpower to fight off the tiredness and desire to shut her eyes, Jess glanced over to her right to check on Lucy.
Still the younger girl persevered, scribbling away note after note. Now focusing on the girl a faint rustling could be heard once more as if she had leaves in her clothes. Scratching her head puzzled, her attention was then brought to the rest of the girl. Being seated adjacent to one another she noticed one hand was resting in her lap and her legs were swaying wildly out and then inwards. Not wanting to distract her from her impressive focus she scribbled a message on the laptop screen and angled it sideways. Barely a glance was had followed by a swift nod and a smile. Reading the clock in the bottom corner of the laptop informed her there was still twenty minutes of boredom left... Clearly her friend took much more pleasure and enjoyment from studies than she did. The hours of study had drained Jess and took their toll, her speed of notes and attention to detail lapsing. Still, there wasn't long left. Soon she could rest.
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She needed to go. She had needed to go for a while but her own stubbornness prevented her. She hadn't wanted to force her friend to move for her own sake when the urge first came along... but after two and a half hours it was taking its toll. She cursed herself for sitting in a corner and willingly getting boxed in. Yet she couldn't focus on the urge for too long. She had managed to catch up on her progress missed. All she needed was a little bit longer.
A twinge of pain came, halting the movement of her legs. She tried to squeeze them together but could only manage the knees, the rest of her legs separated by a padded cushion. Changing style for vertical movements she kept her full focus on the lecture slides, refusing to be distracted by her needs. Despite being uncomfortable, a sense of pride and accomplishment filled Lucy as she wrote sentence after sentence. If she could just keep up this progress, perhaps she could squeeze in among the top students. A glimmer of a grin reached her lips as she smiled. She wouldn't fail today. |
(Apologies for the delay. I wanted to post this before Sunday so I hope it's not written too badly. Thank you for the ongoing reading and support )
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Having reached the limits of her processing power and attentiveness to details for her studies for the day, Jess had instead resorted to spending the final minutes of the lecture only half focused with most of the other half being on her laptop. What had once had quite a lengthy word document and several notes scattered around had now been closed in favour of social media. With her currently position regarding the lecturer and the knowledge that plenty of other students did the exact same thing she felt safe enough to not be caught, though she still took the precaution of having zero volume should any sudden adverts or unexpected videos pop up and alert the entire room.
The remaining part of her attention not focused on the laptop or her lecturer droning on about whatever topic they had been side tracked into was now using her peripheral vision to spy on her friend sat next to her. It had not escaped her attention that for some time now the girl had been fidgeting. Jess had initially placed it down to nerves and so let such notice slide. After some time she had tried to check on the girl discretely but her concerns were pushed aside… yet there were still ten minutes left of the boredom and she had clearly been lied to.
Lucy’s legs had gradually increased their pace of movement, only stopping the one time she had bumped into her, apologising with a sheepish grin. Seemingly oblivious, the movements soon started again. The final hint was delivered a short while afterwards. Jess couldn’t help but also notice that her left hand was now permanently embedded in her crotch too making it abundantly clear of her need. Not wanting to cause a commotion or further embarrass the girl she had decided to keep quiet. There would be a time and a place for such delicate matters in their friendship it seemed.
With the lecture nearing its end students had already began the slow and semi-discreet process of packing up ready for a hasty exit, Jess among them. The single chime of a distant bell brought the official end, the lecturer shouting for them all to do their coursework falling mostly on deaf ears. Up and out of her seat, she noticed Lucy still remained seated staring blankly ahead.
“I’ll just be right outside. See you there.” Giving a reassuring pat she was then among the horde leaving the room. Passing the threshold and into the main foyer conversations spiked up between all, the room erupting into life. Leaning against the right most wall, she waited for her friend to catch up.
“I’m surprised she’s back so soon after that embarrassment a couple of days ago.” Several giggles peaked up above the noise as her own ears pointed upwards attempting to eavesdrop at the sudden mention.
“C’mon don’t give her a hard time.” A voice mixed in with the giggling called out. At least there were a few others not going against her. A glance back at the theatre door showed she had still not left, which meant she was still out of earshot of the ongoing talks. Happy she did not have to suffer further embarrassment she relaxed back onto the wall.
A light tap on her side made her twirl her body to the sight of her Amber.
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She couldn’t do it. Grossly overestimating her willpower and bladder capacity she was now sat fidgeting at how uncomfortable the whole situation was. Her own confidence had betrayed her and now her body wanted freedom. Fifteen minutes left until she could make an escape… Lucy sorely regretted telling her friend she was doing fine. She should have just admitted she needed to go and have her move out the way. She had considered asking now she was started to become desperate but the feeling of having everyone watch her run out the room was too much to bear. Sitting quiet and coping would be her best course of action, even if it did cause pain
The majority of the lecture had passed by without a problem. Now, time had slowed to a crawl. She was aware she was fidgeting but the moment she tried to stop her body proceeded to restart on autopilot. Frustrated, her bladder squeezed yet again. Firmly planting her free hand into her lap, she fought back with limited success. The slightest of movements amplified the aches and pains causing spasms inside… yet despite any force applied she couldn’t squeeze her legs together.
Sweat trickled down her back as she kept trying to hold the increasing urges as bay. Not too long ago she had been perfectly happy and determined to get through her predicament but now that too had abandoned her. The possibility she’d lose control lingered at the edge of her mind-
The sudden chime of a bell made her jump. She had been that preoccupied with her issue she had not noticed the lecture end. As one the choir of students rose and made their fuss to grab belongings and leave the room.
“I’ll just be right outside. See you there.” A pat on her arm distracted her long enough for a spike of pain to make itself know. Sharply inhaling yet biting down to not let out a whimper, her own attention snapped immediately to below. Not expecting the bell or sudden contact weakened her enough for her bladder to smash back with power as the dam broke. A surge of warmth flooded right underneath her. Ignoring her muscles, it continued as she desperately tried to regain control. Turning to the side she saw Jess had already left her seat and was heading out the room as well.‘Fff- no, c’mon! Stop!’ Heart fluttering, she pawed at her front to stop the flow whilst slowly rising out the seat. With the inner workings slowing down to a stream Lucy couldn’t help but sigh audibly in relief, grateful for the pain and pressure to finally be leaving her body. A quick glance to the side revealed some quizzical looks from those which had not left yet, no doubt wondering why she was hovering over her chair and bending forwards clutching herself.
Face beet red, her eyes widened now aware of the compromising position and the way she was behaving. Daring to bring a hand round to assess the damage, Lucy finished rising upwards and checked for any other issues. The wet warmth clung to her with a fierceness that made her grimace but the feeling of relief pouring through her was stronger – She had not leaked.‘I can’t believe it held…’ Desiring escape and a swift clean up she hastily collected her items and rushed out setting the destination end point for her home. Halfway through the lobby she was suddenly stopped in her tracks by the interception of her house mates.
“Earth to Lucy, wakey wakey! Did you forget what I said? You just completely zoned past us” She blinked in confusion as Jess pouted in front of her.
“I said I’d wait outside. You have a bad case of tunnel vision.” Smiling awkward she mumbled an apology. The feelings of her shame flared her anxiety as a wave of self-consciousness swept over her.
“Hey girl, how you doing? You seem… dazed?” The voice of Amber made her jolt her head slightly as she only now recognised, she was there. Once more she mumbled a ‘sorry’ as she fiddled with her hands. Lucy hadn’t seen her housemate in a few days, but this wasn’t the circumstances she wished to reunite her with.
“I’m just tired that’s all… long lecture, little sleep.” A half-hearted laugh came out. Her face still felt like it was burning from back in the theatre. Trying to change the topic of her well-being, she quizzed Amber’s whereabouts recently instead as they all made a move for the door. It soon transpired that a mix up with her timetable had meant she had vastly different lecture times on top of staying over at a different hall of accommodation the past few days. Lucy tried to stay focused but soon her attention lapsed once more. Her shame was not visible on the outside but the garment that had prevented such a display had swelled. She tried to walk normally and keep pace but found her condition caused a negative impact on such. Unable to bear the chaffing against a soaked plastic and padding she resigned to a slight waddle praying it would be unnoticed.
Unfocused, Lucy promptly found herself sat on the floor with a dissatisfying ‘squish’. Reawakened from the impact her inner urges that hadn’t emptied earlier also rose up, thankfully nowhere near as bad. Still absorbed with her own thoughts and state she looked up in confusion at the other two now staring down at her.
“Attention, private Lucy! Helloooo?” Flushing, she apologised once more as she wriggled herself upright.
“You weren’t saying anything, so we stopped… I didn’t think you’d walk into me and land on your ass.” Amber laughed while Jess awkwardly stroked her arm.
“I don’t know what happened… what did I miss?” A collective sigh came from them both.
“She asked you if you were game for a film night.” Appreciative of the concise summary she nodded her head and accepted the invitation. For a third time the trio set forward talking of recent events and their mundane lectures, mock prayers and thanks for whoever invented the weekend and the joys of their own freedom away from home.
“Say, Lucy. I heard a rumour recently.” Inattentive once more she mumbled a ‘yeah’ as the movements continued ever closer to their house now visible in the distance. A few minutes left and she could finally have some privacy to finish what she started and clean herself up.‘You’ve already done most of it, why not finish it now?’ Guiltily shaking her head, she mentally stamped her foot on such a thought, reminding herself that her state was due to stubbornness and being distracted. Even considering finishing was just going too far… plus there was no telling the limit of what she was wearing. Was it even noticeable on the outside?
“Some people have been spreading news that… well, you filled your pants on that castle trip. What’s up with that?” her leg movements froze as her arms swung upwards in self-defence, frantically waving whilst she protested that wasn’t the case. Her face quickly turned a dark shade of red at the mentioned humiliation. The dishonest display was futile. She had never been a good liar and especially now of all times whatever ability she had to direction attention away from the truth was grossly offset by her inability to mislead at all. Seeing through her facade Amber frowned before replacing it with a more friendly expression. Uncertain how else to respond she looked downed and avoided the eye contact.
“Well… Damn…That sucks. Leave it to me, I’ll sort it out for you.” Mortified, Lucy added nothing else on. Her legs soon started up again as she looked up from the ground to see Jess pulling her forward.
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Jess knew something was wrong the moment she was blanked in the theatre lobby. Seeing her house mate in such a deep daydream they had no choice but to intercept and stop her. Pity primarily came to mind whenever she observed Lucy – She was an intelligent girl and they had a lot in common, yet she suffered hardships that weren’t deserved. Fragile wouldn’t be the right word to describe her friend but she certainly had a growing obsession of protecting her. Being a petite girl on top of this did not help the motherly instincts that were being suppressed. She had to remember they were friends and adults, nothing more.
Through the walk back to their home she had been studying her carefully. Much like earlier in the morning she had started to waddle rather than use her usual stride. The interactions with the ongoing conversation seemed to be half-hearted and for a second time in quick succession she had zoned out completely. Something seemed off and she was determined to find out for the sake of their friendship.
Still, she would have to put her efforts on hold for now. True to her nature, Amber had used a metaphorical bulldozer through the girls with the mentioning of past events. The sooner they were home the sooner she could voice her opinions. Trying to respect the dignity of Lucy she held off on her words resigning to a glare at Amber. The glower had not gone unnoticed. Amber simply shrugged and leaned in for a whisper.‘Like I said, leave it to me. I’ll go have some words with people.’ Much like when she first appeared, she set off with a burst of speed and vanished. If what she was saying were her true intentions…Perhaps she had thought too hastily in a negative manner against the older girl. Not wanting to stand awkwardly on the path and contemplate further meanings she grabbed Lucy by the hand and dragged her up towards the block of houses. The remaining travel only took a few minutes but the friendly fire had been dealt, the girls keeping silent right up to the front door.
Unlocking it for the both of them she gestured for Lucy to go in first. Hoping the films later would brighten up the mood she opened her mouth to suggest they go shopping. Just as the words were about to leave her eyes caught sight of a spreading darkness on the inner thigh, barely perceptible but at close range under lighting it was impossible to hide; she resolved to saying her peace now…
“L-Lucy, wait.” Watching the trickle go down her legs she was surprised to see her halt in her steps. Turning around with stiff movements her head hung downwards.
“I won’t say anything. Look, you need help.” The girl shifted much like a child being scolded.
“Maybe until things get better for you… why don’t you try getting some protection?” Immediately she stiffened up. Her mouth moved but the words were too quiet. Compared to the previous time the absence of tears and audible sadness was a step forward.
“What? …You should have gone during the lecture.” Jess sighed as she stepped closer, uncertain how to help the girl but offering her support nevertheless.
“I said I do have some.” She watched her open the top few buttons of her jeans with shaking hands, forcing the unmistakable sight of a slightly yellowed diaper to burst into view. Pieces of the puzzle flew into place to complete the mosaic in her memory. The sounds, walking and behaviour all added up. Unsure how to respond she looked on mouth agape. Millions of questions were bouncing around in her brain with the knowledge now revealed. A curiosity flooded her senses as she stared in fascination.
“We’re still friends, right?” The words made the pity came back once more as her senses restarted. A nervous smile filled the space between the reddened cheeks as Lucy looked back.
“Best friends… I’ll sort out this before Amber gets back. Go get sorted and we’ll get some food for the films tonight.” Smiles flew between one another as they departed. Smirking to herself, Jess set herself into motion pondering thoughts and feelings.‘That girl… wow.’ |
(Apologies for the delay.)Two and a half months had passed since she first made herself known to the university and its connected residences. Barely halfway through the first month she had encountered a sudden rise in a bad state of health and well-being which had caused her to reach out and beg for assistance. She was no stranger to hospital environments herself following years of temperamental health. Despite the plenty of visits that had accumulated throughout her life so far, she could never shake the crushing nervousness of feeling incompetent and asking for help. In the past her mother had always been there to support her… now she was alone and had to accept independence.Naturally, when her health did not improve by the time she had finished her course of medication she had broken down and confessed her secretive issues to her family. A mix of support and frustration for being kept in the dark responded when she finally stopped rambling about her failures… but she couldn’t deny the hours spent chatting and venting her pent up emotions brought a huge relief. Before now she had repeatedly caught up with them and insisted everything was fine yet somehow being more honest and open with her feelings and levels of happiness had removed a level of burden off her shoulders.The majority of her support had come from her best friend who shared her accommodation, Jess. The girl who was only her senior by a year had welcomed her with open arms and been the first to accept her despite negative circumstances. The second largest influence had come from the secondary house sharer, Amber. Absent from the home and not sharing lectures for well over ninety percent of the time, she had nonetheless accepted the role of the spy, seeking out sources of bullying and misinformation and shutting them down before they spread. So far this had prevented out right bullying but the side effect of anxiety had not improved.Her parents responded the only way they knew for proving their love over long distance – An enormous parcel fully packed with sweets, foods, messages from home and even daft accessories previously left behind found its way to the university campus. Graciously received, the three girls that shared the house devoured the non-essential supplies within days, much to the laughter of all involved. By allying together with food supplies, friendship and even workloads they all excelled to the point where when the announcement for the half term break was spread out they were the among the elite few who did not panic for work deadlines. Instead, all of them saw this as a chance of letting loose and partying.Lucy refused to bow down to social pressure when the call out for yet another night of drinking was invited to the entire campus. Standing tall she ventured out with her friends wholly intending to get drunk. As the minutes turned to hours and her drinks consumed neared the double digits she pushed on without a care, ignoring the concern and advice of her fellow students.The ninth cider stood on the bar just within an arm’s length. Enticing her to taste its sweetness, Lucy shuffled forwarded and reached out with a wobbling arm. Just as her fingers were about to grasp the drink it was pulled slightly out of reach.“Hey! Gimme that.” Turning to the culprit, Jess stared back. Clearly in a much more stable condition that herself she still appeared slightly flourished.“I think you’ve had enough, Luce… Say, I was wondering if you’d like to head into town sometime soon. It’s half term, see what we can find?” Lucy pouted having had her treasure taken from her. Ignoring the progressive stammers out of Jess’ words, she waited and listened.“What if I say no?” Eyebrows narrowed whilst the smirk set in. She had issued a challenge and it wasn’t being denied. Was it just her eyes or did Jess appear to be enjoying this?“Then no more drinks.” The glass moved further out of reach.“Then how about if I say yes?” The glass edged closer but was still not in range. Rosy cheeks met their doppelgangers on one another’s faces as the whole bar seemingly paused for a moment.--Ferrying the girl back to the house proved to be more of a challenge than Jess had expected. Being lightweight in a literal meaning as well as her drinking capacity she had left the student’s union fully expecting to do most of the walking. What she had not expected was to have the girl swaying wildly as she struggled to control her balance while still giggling in hysterics. The glasses they had been drinking from were not exactly large but after ten drinks it was enough to make someone such as Lucy entire incapable of basic tasks. Being dragged to and fro she persevered with the journey. Being truthful to herself, the company was pleasant, not that she would admit such a thing anytime soon. Content with keeping it to herself for now she ignored the occasional student that passed by rather than call out for a helping hand.Having laughed out whatever was trapped in her system all that remained was the slight grin as Jess still struggled to keep her upright. With the house coming into view in the distance her senses slowly started shutting themselves down as the appeal of sleep came over her. Ignoring the temptation of simply falling on the grass until the morning she made one last grab for Lucy to pull her in close in preparation for climbing the slight hill, momentarily frowning at the sudden need to pee that made itself known.“You-You’re great. You know- You’re great. Did I ever tell you that?” The words made her glance over to her friend who she was still escorting back home. Rolling her eyes all too familiar with drunken ramblings she considered her next words carefully for a moment. She wasn’t nearly as under the influence as Lucy, but it did not take much to say words without thought. Right as she turned back to start, she paused, abruptly enamoured with the girl’s hair. Had it always been shoulder length? Trying to recall back her mind failed her as a hot flush spread over her body not aided by her body telling her to find relief. Not too long ago in the bar she had basically flirted with her. Was that a mistake or was she overthinking things? Clenching the systems shut she shook her head at such thoughts. They were better kept under a lock and key in her normal state.“No.” she finally stuttered out, although her companion didn’t seem to register the lengthy pause in an answer. Looking ahead once more the building now lay within touching distance. Grateful she could finally get some rest, Jess lifted Lucy up the stairwell towards the rooms, straining as she did so. The pain within and her slightly intoxicated state shook her a final time making it plain that if she didn’t go now there would be a serious problem. Unlocking her own bedroom doorway, she forcibly pushed Lucy over to the bed before promptly hurrying off to deal with her own needs.A few minutes of relief later Jess returned with a sigh, noticing that Lucy hadn’t moved one inch after being pushed into the bedroom. Edging nearer the sound of light snoozing reached her ears. Chuckling to herself she smiled at the girl. Given how much she had drunk, even the fire alarm activating would struggle to wake her.“C’mon sweetie. Let’s get you in your own bed.” Pushing her arms underneath the girl, she pushed her body against hers levering it slightly upright. Moments away from getting her standing straight in her unconscious condition her ears pricked up and sharpened their focus as a faint ‘hissing’ noise hit her.‘?! That- no, not here!’ Remembering the last time, she swiftly lowered her back on the bed and backed away. Jess stared at the immobilised body as she waited for the sound to fade. Staring at her legs she was quickly able to relax. Mercifully, what had happened had been contained.‘…Guess you’re staying put for the night.’ Once more Jess stepped forward, this time twisting her friend onto her back and then pulling her upwards towards the pillows for comfort. Right as she was about to pull the quilt cover over to give her some warm her eyes paused on the waistline of the girl. Dragging her by the top had exposed the top of her diaper.'Get it together Jess. This isn't the place for such stuff.'
Feeling guilty for exposing her in such a way she rushed the rest of the task before climbing in alongside her. Huffing with frustration she tried to blank out the curiosities that tugged at her, embracing the sleep that followed.--The first thought that occurred to Lucy as she awakened was how much of a headache she had, immediately followed by a failure of remembering what she was last doing besides drinking. Groaning as she grasped her face to block out whatever light was present. The next was the fact that whatever she had done she was now regretting, wincing at the cold touch of the fabric underneath her clothes as well as along her skin. Having a piercing headache whilst being in such a way was simply horrible cruelty. Mentally scoffing at the sense of touch she soon registered in the third problem which panicked her more than the other two combined. She was not in her own bed. Hesitating, Lucy slowly grinded her neck around to check her surroundings, gasping the moment her eyes caught sight of a form sharing the bed she was in. Immediately propelling herself upwards and launching out the bed she landed in an awkward agonizing heap, apologising for imposing herself in such a way while fighting through the head splitting pain and light sensitivity.“Oh my God! I’m SO sorry!” Groaning she bit down and shook hard, still struggling with the pain and wanting nothing more than to accept the sensible cravings and cures for her hangover which were entering her mind. A strong coffee and a cold shower would be highly desired… if she was not feeling so tired of course. Shaking in fear for intruding upon someone and their home in the way she was her fight or flight set in.“…Lucy? It’s early, go back to sleep.” The form in the covers moaned back, pulling the quilt over their head and curling into a ball. Piecing together the voice and circumstances she filled with embarrassment. Of course, her friends wouldn’t just leave her to get carried off somewhere when she was drunk.“But… I… wet your bed.” She wanted to cry. It was bad enough having a secret as shameful as hers. This was a whole new level.“Oh… oh well. Sleep. The bed will be fine.” The one still in bed shuffled around with a moan as she tried to go back to sleep. Letting the adrenaline taper off she held off her words she struggled to right herself. Annoyed at her own ridiculousness she used the walls to guide her way along the house. Crippled by her current state she was only capable of a half-assed shower and a mediocre change at best. Neither did much to improve her pain or level of tiredness so she resigned herself to such, briefly moaning about how bloated she felt as her legs autopiloted back to Jess’ room to collapse back into the comfy bed. Draping a towel over her part of the bed to soak up any remaining liquids she tried to relax enough to drift off into her own dream world. Only when sleep was imminent did it occur to Lucy that she could have just unlocked her own bedroom. |
(You ask and you shall receive. Also - I'm sorry once more. Several real-world disturbances so I hope this is adequate. Next piece will be up very soon - promise 🙂 )
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“About the other night. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologise, silly. I mean, it’s partially my fault for leaving you in my room.” Jess’ rosy cheeks and kind expression brought a large amount of reassurance to Lucy. The awkwardness of bringing up such a topic was off the scales, but it felt worse to not mention anything at all. Already she could feel the theoretical weight lifting up and away from her shoulders.
“But I leaked and ruined your bed.” Feeling downcast she looked at the floor and waited for the response.
“It happens. I mean, it’s not like you need to wear them all the time at the end of the day… Is it?” The question caught her off guard causing her to nearly choke on her coffee.
“I, uh… I s-struggle in the nights… and they’re comfy… and make me feel safe.” Mumbling her confession, she refused to look up for a while. It was only fair to admit things to the one person who had been looking out for her 24/7. Still looking down she saw one palm reach and grab her right hand whilst the other tucked itself under her chin and started to gently push upwards. Not wanting the eye contact, she put her vision to the side instead.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Please don’t be ashamed. I just find it a bit, well, intriguing.” Full of nerves she dared to glance back. Due to the nature of the topic she had expected to be admonished like an unruly child. Instead relief flowed through her upon seeing the expression was unchanged.
She tried to say more but her friend raised her finger to stop her in her tracks. Still paused, Jess pointed to the greasy breakfast then the coffee on the table, then over to Lucy’s face that was. Taking the encouragement, Lucy walked to the side of the kitchen to get her own breakfast and morning drink for the day.
“Are you still up for going into town today?” Having finished with her mouthful, Jess spun round in the chair to continue the conversation.
“I—Yeah, sure thing. Might be best for us to get changed first.” She glanced down at her own, then her friends’ pyjamas with a slight giggle.
“Let’s go get ready – See you back in the hallway.” Food still in hand, Jess left to sort her attire and plan for the day ahead.
Both were foreigners to the area so it was decided that planning to visit sites would be a wasted effort. Eventually an agreement for an impulsive approach was made - to see what life flung at them. A brief check at the expected weather forecast seemed promising but Jess knew not to trust in something with barely a fifty percent success margin. Playing it safe she donned her denim jeans with one of her tidier t-shirts she had lying around, finishing with her leather styled jacket to keep any wind chill away. Waiting in the hallway for several minutes the sound of a door opening made it apparent Lucy was ready. Turning around to urge her to get a move on, Jess’ words halted. Although she had not particularly paid notice before, her appearance now made it very clear there was a fashion difference between them both.
“Why are you staring? Is something wrong?” Whereas Jess had focused on only her clothes, Lucy seemed to have taken the time to sort her hair out, leaving it to rest and flow down her shoulders. Her shirt in question did little to hide any creases making Jess wonder if it had been left to lie on the floor for some length of time. Such a thought was immediately crossed out as she then realised the fabric stretched across the upper section – Either it was one of her smaller wears or her assets had suddenly grown a size. Looking further down, Lucy had opted for a ‘just above the knees’ chequered skirt and a set of thick leggings to complete her outfit.
“N-No, not at all. Sorry. Let’s go.” Shaking off her lewd gazing she lightly tapped herself on the cheek as a mental notice to focus. Having double checked to make sure they had phones, purses and other accessories they opened the doors to the stairwell. Exiting the flat the pair were greeted by the radiant sunshine which lacked the usual autumn windy chill. The journey through campus and onto the main roads were almost barren as they aimed to the closest bus stop available. Barely having time to sit down on arrival, their expected bus pulled in. Tickets secured; the duo headed upstairs.
Comfortably seated upstairs the slighter older one of the girls soon caught onto the other’s seating problems. Whilst it was pleasant to look at, the short skirt length meant Lucy was having to keep one hand permanently pushing the front fabric downwards to prevent any untoward exposure. This in itself wasn’t too tough of a challenge to deal with; certainly in some situations even Jess herself might have felt awkward if the shoes were on the other feet – Instead, her ears listened attentively. Over the sound of the engines and chatter from the other occupants of the bus she was almost certain a familiar faint rustling could be heard whenever the girl shuffled. Deciding against any questions and satisfied with her almost certain secretive knowledge she planted herself back in the chair with a slight smirk. Regardless what underwear she was wearing the girl looked great without a doubt. Musing over whatever celestial entity was blessing the day to be enjoyable as possible in what would normally be a fantasy, she gave her silent thanks.
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Lucy seldom picked modern action films for her go-to when it came to entertainment, favouring the older classical films with corny battle sequences, scripting and comedy. Much of her fun came from T.V. shows or books, where pause features and food breaks were common place without ruining things by missing crucial moments. The current cinema screening was one of the moments she wished she had such a power. Barely half an hour into the film she had been ambushed by an agony that felt as if she had been punched full force. Since then she had been struggling to control an upset and pained bladder. Of course, the easiest solution would be to simply leave for but a moment and tend to her needs yet between the enjoyment of the film, laziness and the fact she would have to climb over Jess to get out dissuaded her.
By her estimates the film was passing just over the half-way mark and she was finding it nearly impossible to remain still for any longer than a second. Wriggling side to side had helped ease the pain yet a deep concern developed, mostly because she was afraid that the slightest error would spell disaster. A tapping on her side made her twist to her friend who also seemed deep in a dance of bodily comforts.
‘Psst. I’m just going to the bathroom real quick. Save me some snacks.’
‘Lucky you.’ She only had herself to blame, which annoyed her more. As she watched Jess leave, she felt the feelings worsen. She considered following just as Jess disappeared out of sight. Instead she halted, wincing in pain as even the movement of pushing herself up in her seat caused further torment. Still wriggling in her padding Lucy tried to think of a way to halt her urgency and reach the bathroom dry. A light bulb turned on inside her as she experienced an eureka effect.
‘If I just… no! I can’t do that here!’ Her body tensed as she repelled such a thought. Shaking her head, Lucy tried to focus on the cinematic experience instead.
Barely a minute had passed, her bodily needs worsening still. Deciding to see sense she tried to push herself out of the seat and hurry off after Jess. The battering ram that was her swollen bladder slammed back making her gasp in shock as several screen-goers also shushed her for disrupting the moment.
‘I suppose lightening the pressure wouldn’t be too bad. I mean, just a little bit so I can move.’ Reading her guilt-ridden thoughts, her body suddenly became a lot more comfortable and accepting of what she had fastened to her frame. Taking a moment to calm herself, Lucy gave a quick check to see that Jess had still not returned before giving the slightest push possible.
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A torrent opened up, Lucy’s eyes widening in alarm as she gripped the sides of her seat with such force her knuckles turned white. A dampness reached her cheeks as she desperately tried to stop peeing. Panic set in as she frantically looked around, weary of any spectators, only then loosening her grip and slamming both hands into her crotch. Her eyes stayed open at their max, fear setting in that she was too late to stem the flooding. With the grace and care of a surgeon she gingerly reached underneath to feel for the damage. Meeting her underwear, she used one hand to test how sodden it was by pushing into it, her other hand sliding underneath to feel how it was further back. Blushing crimson at the sensation – Somehow, it had held right the way around. Relieved, Lucy flopped back and relaxed as a wave of exhaustion passed over her.
‘Hey, I’m back.’ The whisper came to her right. With lightning reflexes, she covered up her exposed underwear and grabbed the snacks and drink to occupy her hands, sweat starting to trickle down her forehead. Smiling, she passed them over, thankful over the narrow escape she had.
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Returning from her swift bathroom break, Jess settled back into her cinema seat, her gaze immediately shifting towards the large screen. She had taken the chance with buying more refreshments even though they still had some remaining. She was glad to see her slight diversion had not cost her any crucial plot time. The characters appeared to have been travelling for several minutes and establishing each-others motives - Course, such had been revealed individually earlier into the film so the only part she had missed was them linking their motives and allying together.
Slurping her drink, Jess' focused more on her peripheral vision on her friend for a moment. Her posture had loosened up considerably, but she still seemed to be focusing on the movie. Right hand clutched on her large lemonade, she had moved her left to grab the sizeable portion of popcorn, shifting it from the arm of her seat to her lap. Lucy's gleaming smile from earlier in the town had faded by now, replaced with something akin to boredom or indifference. Wanting to check on the girl, Jess decided to hold out until the end where such disruptions would not cause harm.
Several more times throughout the viewing she cast her gaze back over, noting with increased concern that she was wriggling more as the film went onwards. From what Jess was able to gather through her brief spying, her friend was enjoying the film although clearly distracted by something. Even as they sat through the end screen credits she tilted side to side with a dazed wobble as if only half focused.
"Earth to Lucy. You ready to go?" Saying her name shook her from whatever was afflicting her. Carefully lifting herself out of her seat she observed her hands twitching, caught between trying to reach for her own clothes and stay by her side. With most of the cinema filtering out she stopped in the aisle.
"You feeling ok? You're shaking slightly." Pointing out her flaw she stiffened.
"I'm fine! I just need to go... Let's get going!" Trudging down the steps Jess veered to the right to clear the crowd, heading towards the loos.
"Let's get the ground floor, these will be packed." Seeing the reasonable suggestion the pair turned towards the elevators instead. With the door closing she caught sight of her friend already resuming her 'rain dance'.
Just as they started the idle chatter, a thunderous crash echoed from the shaft above them before the lights blinked. A 'thud' made the pair of them buckle slightly followed by the notice that the elevator had stopped its total movement.
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Being trapped in an elevator was not how she imagined finishing off the adventurous day with her friend. So far, the claustrophobia was keeping itself at bay, but Lucy’s mind lay on other matters. Looking at her phone she frowned – the bus they were hoping to catch would be gone by the time their rescue was sorted and she wasn’t certain how long she could hold ‘it’. Sighing, she realised It would be pointless to stress over such a loss now. They would have to grab the next one whenever it arrived.
Growing urges were making themselves known much to her irritation, beyond the slight itch she was developing underneath from her previous venture. A brief hint of pain struck multiple parts of her body at once. Unsurprisingly, after spending a couple of hours in a movie theatre binging on food and drink her body was now seeking a means of release on top of what it had managed. She knew they would catch up eventually… she did not expect them to be under such circumstances.
Still, the cinema staff were… probably working hard at their predicament and the saving grace of still having phone battery and power for the elevator’s lights were somewhat soothing. Mulling over what to do while awaiting rescue another twinge of pain hit her down below. Refusing to respond to it she tried to dig her fingernails into the palms of her hand, hoping to distract her mental faculties with something insignificant.
Only so much could be done without access to the rest of the world. Jess had tried to strike up conversation with her, but her bodily urges proved to be too distracting. Worse still, the inability of her bladder to settle was beginning to unnerve her. Already beads of sweat could be felt on her face and neck. Taking her eyes off her own perils she focused on Jess for a few seconds, noticing the girl tapping her left foot in impatience as she scrolled through her news feed with the odd sigh added in. Only a few minutes before her exterior was cool yet now the evidence of concern was clear as day.
Over the next ten minutes Lucy pushed back the assaults from her bodily urges. Each wave started to hit harder and harder to the point where she was now holding her waistband away to stop it pressing into her – Though thankfully the design of her skirt allowed her to ease the pain in such a simplistic way. The sweat that had started at the top was now trickling down her back and her face was beginning to feel quite flushed. She hadn’t noticed Jess glance over yet, but it would only be a matter of time – She did not want to show further signs of weakness.
Another stab replied to her resolve making her gasp slightly and grab at her nether regions. Quickly dabbing her fingers around she still found her fabric dry on the outside.
“Lucy, are you ok?” The mention of her name brought her back to the present. Turning around she saw the questioning look of Jess, her eyebrows raised. Caught in a compromising position she felt her heated state burn even more.
“P-Perfectly fine. Don’t worry.” Her fake smile was betrayed by the agonising pain in her guts making her teeter on the spot as she groaned. Slowly a worry developed about the state of her involuntary imprisonment – How long would it be until they were free? Regretting her drink choices earlier in the day and cursing her lack of care for toilet breaks she clenched her fists hoping to ride through the discomfort. Knowing she was running out of time she leaned forward, tapping the ground floor key several times with silent pleas.
The minutes reached higher double digits as the pair stood waiting rescue. Any discomfort was now permanent as the body willed her to rid it of such a burden. Unable to do so, Lucy stayed with her first tactic of using her hand to separate the clothing from her waist, hereby not putting pressure on what was now a large ball within threatening to burst.
“If it’s any consolation, I need to go to.” Normally she would be happy to hear of a similar woe. Right now, she was barren for any response. No other words came back so she focused on her increasing desperation. As the minutes passed by the ebb-and-flow of her innards caused the discomfort to be ever present – no distraction would shake the feeling now. Checking her phone provided slight relief but concerns of battery meant it would backfire doubly so. Any attempt at conversation was stale with Jess’ tapping footwork revealing she was in no mood for being trapped either.
“Well… I’m sure it won’t be long before they have us out and free.” Lucy replied with a hint of optimism, sliding down into a seated position against the back wall and accepting that regardless what she tried there would be a wait.
As luck had it any hopes of a swift rescue were quickly swept away. Her last brief check of the time had revealed they were past the hour margin. Whatever reprieve and extra time she had bought by crouching down had also been sucked dry as her needs reawakened with a vengeance. Clutching at herself to keep control a shocked gasp left her as she defences faltered for a moment. Like a deer in a cars headlight she dared not to move.
‘I should not have used it earlier...’
“Lucy?” She had been ignited. Uncertain on how to respond she kept silent, rubbing her head and averting her eyes as she felt herself melting. Seconds later another spurt left which went on longer than the one she had accidentally released. Standing up with speed that made her head spin slightly she ignored the calling of her name, hammering the ground floor button repeatedly.
“C’mon! Hurry up and work!” Still frantically pressing the buttons the wave of pressure that had been torturing made its march. Straining her muscles to their limits she whimpered between the begs. Another pin poked her harshly making it clear she was out of time as another wave bypassed her strength. The familiar feeling of pooling liquids now reached her inner legs sending her panic into overdrive.
‘I REALLY should not have used it earlier!’
Trying to ignore the disgusting wetness she was now feeling she prayed for some mercy – With any luck she would only release part of her need. Yet another release answered her faltering determination. In a last bid defence, she squeezed her hands between her legs and used her full force. She would be unable to move but it could buy some time.
‘Please!’
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Jess watched on with a feeling of helplessness. The girl was in trouble – Fifteen minutes ago she unexpectedly rose in a fit of panic and started begging for aid. As of the last five minutes… it was as if she was frozen in time, the girl stuck slightly bent over with both her hands crammed between her legs. At first, she had resorted to scrolling through her news feed on her feed to occupy her time, but the constant shuffling and occasional moans had proved to be too distracting. Normally her tolerance was high for such behaviour, however, Jess found that the rustling of the girl’s diaper tipped the scales over the edge. Torn between concern and wanting to satisfy her curiosities she had been cautiously watching her friend from the minute the elevator became stuck.
A large yelp shook her from her thoughts. The dam broke; Lucy’s cry ringing out as she stood hunched over slowly voiding herself. She guessed the pressure had lessened immediately judging by the ‘aaah’ quickly followed by a repeated ‘no’. Still pushing out her contents her insides ignored the command to stop. After over an hour her body had resigned to its dirtied fate, Jess watching on stunned as the sound of a waterfall did little to hide what was taking place. Sorrow filled her as she watched twin rivers fall from underneath the girl’s dress, soaking her leggings as they traveled downwards. It was clear her garment had failed its job.
The pain that had been causing irritation to herself flared as she watched the display unfold. Unlike her friend she had left halfway through the film to empty her bladder. Whilst her large drink had easily managed to fill a large portion of it again, she had exaggerated the urgency of it in hopes of keeping Lucy comforted. Evidently, she had not been able to keep a hold of herself in the wait… not that she could blame her. The girl had been clutching at herself the moment they left the theatre screen so to make it almost ninety minutes after that had some level of admiration.
A distant memory snagged at Jess’ mind recalling an incident of similar circumstances. She had tried to bury such a… ‘thing’… long before she came here yet the happenings with her house mate were unfolding them every time something happened. A sense of guilt rolled forward as she still watched Lucy fighting her issue. It felt wrong to even consider exploring such memories of the past under such circumstances. The girl was clearly mortified and ill. Brushing it aside she stood awkwardly for a moment considering how best she could assist yet the thought didn’t go away.
The pleasant urge that she had now recalled poked the surface kindly asking to be released. Her inner devilish side and moral compass tore into each other. The inner good chastised her for not offering assurance to her friend and reminding her that she buried such an activity. Her inner devil dared to suggest that she could still have fun while also being a good friend.
‘What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.‘
Once more her bladder moaned, sealing the deal as Jess kindly obliged, a newfound confidence assuring her she would get away without being suspected. Carefully she unbuckled the loop that her belt was on before purposely tightening it slightly, applying a discomfort that any sane person would be crying out over. Seeing that her only potential witness was still preoccupied she closed her eyes and let go.
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Nothing happened for the first few seconds. She had never tried to do it with another person present before. The burning of her bladder still begged for help as she opened her eyes and glanced down. Worried she had become stuck and would now stand waiting with a greater pain than she gave up pushing, leaning back and relaxing against the wall. As if the rest of her body was delayed in its muscle memory of remembering such experiences of the past, she couldn’t help but gasp as a lengthy spurt exploded out of her a few seconds later. Instinctively she went to jam it with her hands but managed to hold them away at the last possible moment. The feeling of warm, wet denim suddenly clinging to her legs and cascading down brought forth an excitement that she craved to attend. Showing some restraint, she held off, savouring the moment instead as she fully emptied herself.
She had taken steps she couldn’t go back from. Trying her best to remain calm and not overload her senses she let go of any tension, further adding to her streams power. Looking to her friend a wave of pity came over her – She would wait until she was finished then try and reassure her everything was ok.
After a few minutes mixed of sobs, gasps and deep breathing stuck in-between she watched Lucy guide her hand back underneath to assess the damage, recoiling at what met it encountered. Finally, she turned around and backed into opposite corner of the elevator flushing crimson It was only when she noticed the sizeable puddle now pooling in the elevator that her composure drastically changed, her teary eyes darting up at Jess’ legs then back down to the pool. It was clear not all of it belonged to one of them.
“I… When?” For the first time in a long while Jess felt her own cheeks redden despite her purposeful intentions. There would be no possible scenario in which she could explain to Lucy that she enjoyed such a shame. She also knew the downside of having such a fantasy – An inability to genuinely react. Everything that was involved was an act.
“Seeing you go, I just couldn’t help it.” Speaking softly felt out of character. It was a shoddy lie to be sure, but Jess knew saying nothing would raise more questions.
“At least we’re not alone.” Judging by the hint of a smile that spread across her face it was providing some comfort that they were in the same boat together.
“One of us is worse than the other.” She replied with a smirk, glancing down at Lucy's soaked leggings. By now even parts of the skirt had soaked up some of the liquid - There was nowhere to hide. Following such an inspection the other girl immediately becoming more flushed and put her hands to her front. Of course, even though her leggings glistened from what had happened, her own jeans had darkened to such a degree anybody looking would most likely pick her first. No retort came back making Jess consider the possibility that whilst she had also disgraced herself, she was not yet ready to make fun of such a matter.
“I thought you had… you know. Those.” Of course, Jess knew the answer. Lucy replied with an uncertain nod then shaking her head as she then stared at the ground. Her fingers hesitated for a moment before she gingerly lifted the front of her skirt revealing the swollen diaper much like the last time, only in much worse condition. It appeared that topic was still off limits and staying silent was easier for her right now. The peculiarity about the girl’s embarrassing predicaments were on the tip of her tongue and mind once again but talking about such things just seemed so taboo, especially considering the circumstances.
“Everyone is going to know again.” A hint of depression lingered in the words as she started sliding down the wall, her skirt starting to dip into the pool the lower she got. Scrunching her face up at the display and not wanting to make it any worse, Jess leaned in closer and delivered the reassuring hug needed whilst trying to pull her upwards.
“Don’t worry. We can get through this. Follow my lead and trust me when we’re let out, ok?” Lucy hesitated for a moment but then nodded her head albeit reluctantly.
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The girls did not have long to wait until rescue came. Both cowered in the back corners covering their faces as the door opened, the service personnel taking in the scene before disappearing. Less than a minute later blankets were funneled forwards as they were escorted to safety under cover from further embarrassment. Under haste and protected from shame the pair were pushed into free toilets.
"I'll see if I can grab anything for your... you know." The technician that had helped them along gestured to both of them before hurrying out.
Waiting awkwardly for the helper to return, the pair then began the difficult lengthy task of trying to clean up whatever they could. Having soaked their legs, the girls jeans, leggings and skirt were in dire need of a proper wash with deterrent. Not wanting to go 'commando' but having used her choice of underwear already Lucy quickly became disgruntled amidst the clean up. Finally, while most of their liquids had pooled at the elevator floor, their shoes had not been so fortunate to escape the full wrath of bulging bladders. The sensation had gone largely unnoticed through sheer embarrassment or other feelings - Now that they were calming down, uncomfortable was describing it with a kindness.
Fifteen minutes later and a heavy amount of toilet-tissue dabbing to try and dry their clothes the girls finally gave in, deciding to order a taxi and brave the shame one last time. Splitting the fare between them the journey home became a silence never experienced before. Such silence also lasted as the girls shuffled their way home bound to get a much needed clean. Nearing the door to the house a less tensed state rushed forward. Finally capable of relaxing, the door was shut with a sigh of relief.
"Oh hey! Welcome back." Catching Amber in the hall way both froze, each trying to hide behind the other.
"The hell's got into you bot-" she paused as she looked onwards before cautiously sniffing the air. Judging by the wrinkling of her nose, while the clothes had somewhat dried off, the scent lingered strongly.
"..D-Did one of you piss yourself?" Silence.
"I.. I... wow. Um, I might have expected it off Lucy, but not you too - No disrespect hun. I'll let you clean up." Already Amber turned tail and hurried back to her room giving no chance for either to reply.
"...Hey, do you mind if I go clean up first? Super quick, and leave it warm for you?" Sniffling to herself, Lucy simply nodded before heading for her own privacy.
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Jess collapsed in a heap on her bed breathing heavy with a racing heat. For several minutes she gulped in deep breath after deep breath as her mind bounced around questioning what she was doing. She was still uncertain as to what possessed her to first invade the privacy of her best friend and ask questions which nagged at her curiosities. There was also the fact she had indirectly asked her housemate out for a date while she was slightly intoxicated last night. The last nail in her metaphorical coffin had been deliberately wetting herself in the elevator.
‘Get it together Jess. That stuff is all in the past. It’s wrong.’ It seemed contradictory to think such despite what she had just finished doing.
Punching the pillow with her full force she rolled over and sighed out loud. Backing out now by distancing herself from someone who needed her would raise immediate suspicions and break a friendship that was otherwise perfect. The final thought to occur was the irony and that she did not even know the girl’s preferences which hit her harder than she would have liked. Choosing to ignore such bad afterthoughts, Jess settled down into an uneasy sleep.
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Settling in for the night, Lucy pondered the true intentions of her best friend. Over the last few weeks she had been beyond helpful and friendly. Beyond the constant asking, she insisted it was what friends do for one another. Unsure if it was her own paranoia working against her, she kept finding herself refusing such an answer, yet never pushing for more. Met with uncertainty she shook off her thoughts and instead focused on herself.
Her health had taken a dramatic twist as of late. Her doctors had said it was a mix of stress and other external factors contributing to her level of control. What worried Lucy more was how dependent she might be on the products she had bought. Pushing that aside, there was then the cinema.
‘What was I thinking?! J-Just, letting go like that. Twice. You’re an adult! Get it together.’
…Was what she wanted to say and most likely what any normal person would say. Instead, what she had experienced was not as unpleasant as she might have originally felt. Sure, she had been upset, but the tears had only been short lasting.
‘Starting tomorrow you’re going to sort yourself out. No more… whatever the hell you’ve been doing.’ Torn between disgust, shame and a tiny smidgen of lust, she dared not go down the road she had excavated. With a mixture of confusing feelings, she forced her head down hoping her sleep would be swift. |
(Just to note, this entry has a heavy amount of messing. Thank you for your patience and bearing with me.)
“Ms. Lucy Green to Consultation Room 4 – I repeat, Ms. Lucy Green to Consultation Room 4 – Thank you.”
Standing up with the announcement the young girl headed through the doorway and into the labelled room as directed.
Just rising from their desk as she walked in was a young-looking woman wearing a white lab coat. Hearing her entry, she planted a warm smile and gestured to the free chair.
“Please take a seat, don’t forget to close the door.” Following orders, apprehension filled Lucy as she awaited the next instructions.
“Take your time to get comfortable. I’m Doctor Howe. I’ve checked some of your notes, but I am slightly unfamiliar. When you are ready, begin.” It took Lucy a fair bit longer than she expected to get the courage to own up to her misgivings. During her ramblings the doctor stayed entirely silent, not interrupting with any verbal cues. The only clue she was still present was down to the scribbling notepad. Musing over the old-fashioned way of note taking helped to distract Lucy as she continued her speech. Only after she had finished did the questions start pouring in. When had she first started being ill? Has it been a persistent problem in the past? What other symptoms had she experienced.
“Going from what you are saying Ms. Green, I would like to have more tests done. Judging from a basic point it sounds like a genetic disease or condition – Especially since you say you’ve had issues most of your life in one way or another. Some conditions can have periods of dormancy. I wouldn’t like to place a definite guess and course of action without more information.” Turning to her computer, the young doctor tapped away at a slow pace.
“I would like to recommend some scans before we continue. Depending what we find there could also involve some procedures to further narrow down your course of treatment. I can explain anything you would like to know. Are you willing to continue?” Such aspects did not faze Lucy who was familiar with hospital environments from her youth. Desperate to get onto the road of good health she dismissed the warning and confirmed her acceptance. Thanking the doctor, the pair talked for a short while longer before she made her leave.
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A twinge of pain in the night had slowly shaken the woman from her sleep. Moaning in her groggy state, she reached out to grab her mobile phone that lay leaning upright against a stack of books on the nightstand. Safely retracting it inside she moaned even louder as her eyes squinted at the brightness.
03:10am.
Propping her body up sideways she carefully placed the phone back before rubbing her eyes as the twinge of pain urged her to hurry up. Without a doubt considered the most infuriating part of the human body, Amber’s hatred for her bladder was unmatched simply for the fact it always chose inappropriate times to disturb her – often in the middle of a peaceful dream or during fun activities that would make her take a slight timeout to attend to.
Thankfully blessed with a rather large maximum capacity for her liquid, Amber could take her time getting sorted, albeit coping with the increasing discomfort and pain. Even with this knowledge she knew not to push her luck – memories from the disastrous sleepover almost ten years ago haunted her to this day whenever she so much as considered the thought.
Swinging her legs out the side of the bed to get up caused more groans as her arms automatically moved to support her, grabbing at her belly and bladder that was bulging outwards. Swaying slightly as she straightened herself up and rubbed her eyes more, her legs finally activated and sluggishly moved towards the doorway. Turning on her own light, and then the hallway as she moved across the floor, she took a brief detour into the kitchen for a drink before reaching her target.
Just as she locked the door and seated herself down to tend to the pain, a dull thud of a door shutting echoed throughout the house. Even as she started her stream, she couldn’t help but hear rather heavy footsteps rapidly approaching the door. Still in the middle of her business, the handle jostled, accompanied by several bangs at the door.
“H-Hello? Are you going to be long?”
“Just give me a moment.” Being pushed for time did not help – The suddenness of the bangs causing the stream to die as her muscles tensed up. Resuming her progress, the whimpers from the other side of the door increasing in frequency proved rather unhelpful. Finishing off, she flushed the loo and unlocked the exit.
“All your-“ Several loud splattering noises interrupted her words as she froze in place, her eyes darting wide open as she looked on at the source of it a few feet away. Slightly hunched over, Lucy wildly quivered in place with legs crossed and arms hugging herself.
Both her sense of sight and smell focused at once. Normally, Amber considered herself quite stalwart among the people she had met in life. Not many things could surprise or even spook her, making her a champion at Halloween jump scares… this would be one of the exceptions to that rule as she looked on mouth agape. Struggling to find words or actions she simply stood in the doorway to the bathroom as her hand slowly reached up to pinch her nose.
“Oh my Go-…Lucy?! Did you just sh—Eww!” Not even capable of forming a full sentence from the shock of what she had just witnessed, the younger girls’ now bawling tears instantly made a strong sense of guilt grip her. Trying to switch tactics and realising her first words were not at all helpful she reached out to offer her ‘reassurance’.
“Um… I didn’t mean that. Lo-“ Her words faltered once more as her eyes focused on the darkening fabric of the girl’s pyjamas. Still hunched over wobbling
“Ah, um, hey, Lucy, Calm down. Shhh-“ Just as she moved to shift to a more supportive and passive action, the other girl picked herself up, barging past to get into the bathroom before locking the door tight. Quickly turning around and knocking on the door left no response.
“What’s going on?” Spinning back around again a sleepy Jess was just leaving her room rubbing at her face.
--
Falling backwards onto her bed with a small bounce, Lucy stared up at the ceiling gripping her hair and moaning.
‘This isn’t fair! It’s SO embarrassing! Why me?!’
Feeling helpless, she had called home to confess her humility not long after she had managed to sneak back to her room hours later. Only her mother answered, offering the usual comments of ‘are you unwell?’ and ‘I miss you’. Getting the replies with both parties shedding a few more family tears, her mother had focused instead on helping her vent.
Expectations for a long-lasting rest were denied. In hindsight, the day out of town and to the cinema has been a rousing success, excluding the elevator incident. Despite how the day had ended, Lucy could agree that it was a fun time out in good company removing the stress before the late term exam season would begin. The problem she now held was how to confront her secondary flatmate on the issue. Losing control of one of her bodily functions in front of anyone was embarrassing enough… failing both had caused her to break down in despair. Although she was now clean and had calmed herself down her eyes remained slightly bloodshot from her crying.
The issue at hand was >how< she should confront her flatmate. Her personality and characteristics were completely different to Jess. The mothering aura she often felt from her closest friend was non-existent in the other, although she wasn’t exactly hostile. In actuality, Amber had been quite active in squashing the rumours and defending her dignity when her first public incident had occurred. Since then she had been up and down but replaying the latest incident had knocked her confidence completely.
‘If I’m not even safe in my own home how can I cope out there?’
Her thoughts shifted to the incontinence briefs she had been wearing. The one time she had a failure was when she was not wearing one in her own home! The hospital had recommended she try and lower her use of them and instead try harder for using the bathroom… she cringed at what had instead happened. Partially comforted by the fact her flatmate would keep it a secret she still felt the shame now burnt permanently into her.
*Knock knock knock*
“Hey girl. You in there? Can we have a chat?” Amber called out from the hallway.
--
Jess waited outside her friend’s bedroom with Amber in tow. No reply came at first when she called out. Just as they turned to leave the door edged open very slightly followed by a pair of eyes leaning around the doorway. Seemingly widening in surprise at the pair, a mumble came back to answer.
“What do you want?”
“I… we were just hoping to have a friendly chat… if that’s alright?” Jess’ soft tone came back swiftly. The eyes seemed to soften as the door edged opened more, inviting them in.
Taking their time to enter the paired guests tip toed forwards. Standing in the centre Lucy stared down at her feet twisting left to right and fidgeting with her hands. No verbal cue was given but she did not seem to mind as they both sat down on her bed. Still refusing to look up at their faces she shifted on the spot.
“About what happened early this morning…” Amber spoke up first though Jess focused on Lucy. Without a shadow of a doubt the girl was very uncomfortable. As their other flat mate spoke, she noted that Lucy seemed to stop shuffling as if considering the next words.
“I’m really sorry I acted that way. I mean, clearly you’re not well and… well, it’s no excuse but I didn’t mean to react so badly. Jess told me you’ve, uh, not been too good recently.” Amber’s stuttering reflected her clear lack of experience with apologising. Between the mis-pronounced words and the time taken to choose the words carefully, Jess surmised she was genuine but bad at comforting others.
“Amber filled me in on what happened hun… How are you feeling?” Interjecting herself into the conversation she passed the ball into Lucy’s court, hoping it would force her to answer. Unable to do much else the girl finally looked up with a scowl of misery focusing on Jess before opening her emotions a bit more. Credit given where it was due – Amber listened intently, repeatedly apologising for her harsh words and carelessness. Being given support from two members allowed Lucy to steadily crank up her confidence to the point of at least looking near their bodies.
“Well… your secret is safe with us and we’ll support you. Maybe you should go to the doctors or something?” Amber started adjusting herself more upright having said her piece and preparing to head for the doorway. Lucy simply looked away in chagrin.
…
“She’s right you know.” Her head rolled to the side; her gaze directed at Jess as frowned.
“You don’t understand the embarrassment! Why did you have to tell her everything?” Lucy snapped back at Jess as she folded her arms in anger.
“It wasn’t everything! She felt bad and was concerned. I was just trying to help. I didn’t mean anything by it, but… It wouldn’t hurt to get an actual check-up rather than avoiding it by… you know.”
“I’ve already been. I’m not a child! I know how to look after myself.” The girl recoiled backwards, becoming further heated and stammering her words.
“No, no! That came out wrong! I meant that if you’re having these newer issues you should maybe get some different… y’know… to help while waiting for the hospital to help.” Glancing down at the girls groin she noticed it seemed smaller than times in the past. Her focus then moved to the side - clenched fists shaking with instability. Sensing she had overstayed her welcome, Jess too headed out the door in a hurry, leaving a bright red Lucy shaking with anger and shame.
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‘Hey. Haven’t seen you for a few days – Is everything ok?’ Her phone pinged as it received the text. Lucy slumped back in her chair to continue her TV show. Having not taken well to the words that were had, she had kept herself either locked and hidden away or stealthing around making sure to avoid them at all costs.
‘I’m fine.’ She had heard a knock at her bedroom door a few hours ago. She did not reply.
‘I’m sorry for betraying your trust. I just wanted to help – Can we talk face to face?’ Honesty was always a good thing to uphold when admitting rights and wrongs… Damn her kind hearted nature. Deep inside she knew both the girls were friendly and wanting to help her. Her own immaturity and emotions held her back.
Caught in a conflict of wanting to make them feel bad or ending the charade she forgot to reply. Ten minutes passed before another text came through.
‘I want to fix this. I should have considered how you would feel. You know Amber won’t tell anyone.’
‘I suppose so.’ Hiding around was becoming a pain anyway.
‘There’s a games night on later – I was wondering if you’d like to come along?’
‘I don’t know…’ Lucy looked back and forth between the invitation and the medication she had on her desk. Checking the booklet that had come with them she eyed her mobile phone for the time with a heavy sigh.
‘Please Luce! Let’s go have some fun and put this behind us. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.’
‘Fine. But you owe me big time.’ A bunch of happy emojis were spammed through followed by hearts and kisses, managing to coax a sly grin from the girl. Turning her attention back to the medication she frowned. As instructed, she had not eaten since the very early morning. The pamphlet had told her to start in the late afternoon and continue the schedule from there.
‘Surely it won’t matter if I shift the times. If I bring everything forward at the same rate it’ll act the same.’
Seeing no error to her logic she launched into her plan of action, ripping open the ‘Citramag’ labelled satchet and watching it dissolve in a glass of water. Satisfied it couldn’t break itself down anymore she gulped the whole thing down as quickly as she could managed, gagging at the strong lemon taste.
Next in line was several ‘Senokot’ tablets. Those would be due in a few hours’ time, leaving one last dose of lemon water right before the games started.
‘Why can’t they make tasty medicines?!’
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“Come on Lucy we’re going to be late!” She knew Jess was waiting in the hallway… most likely impatiently. Having been fully prepared and ready to leave the flat she made it all of ten feet outside before being smacked in the nether regions with a sudden urge to let go. What alarmed her even more was that she barely had time to turn around and rush to the toilet before the peeing began, but even she possessed a limit for her bladder and it would take some time to refill itself.
“Stupid glasses of water.” She mumbled to herself as she stepped outside, sighing as they restarted the journey. Lucy had expected Jess to drag up the previous incidents and conversations, yet she kept quiet, instead directing her to the area across campus where the ‘secret games society’ was held. Finding the irony in its name and how it was hosting an event she was instead yawning at her lack of energy and the originality of the ‘games society’.
“The games society… is the student union?” Jess laughed, pulling her closer.
“It’s upstairs… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you play games before. Prepare to get your ass whooped!” Smirking, Lucy accepted the challenge.
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“Jess. I don’t feel that great. Can we go?” Her fatigue was becoming a quick problem. Feeling the onset of such lacking energy made her consider that she may have overdone the games, even if they were fun. Looking up at the clock showed her that they had spent three hours here already. Most of the games she had played ended in a defeat though she took pride in the few victories. None were against Jess, much to her annoyance.
“One second.” She groaned in response as she sat down on a sofa near the entrance. Glancing back to Jess showed she was fired up in the game she was playing, challenging one of the other players there with the few others nearby.
Two minutes passed and still the game was continuing, neither side scoring a point as they fought furiously. A low grumble disturbed her peace, her stomach putting up protests about the lack of action. Shifting her angle, she placed her hands to rest on lap. Now no longer making noise, her insides left her with an uncomfortable ache.
Five minutes onwards the commotion kicked up even more. With the game end near fans of both players were cheering on. With one last growl Jess’ opponent seemed to score the win, followed by one last cheer. Happy to see the end of the game Lucy went to rise from the sofa when her stomach convulsed. Still seated, a wet ‘blort’ came from beneath her as she suddenly felt a warm mush against her rear, her face turning white with shock.
--
Her opponent was tough with the game being well fought but ultimately Jess conceded her defeat. Receiving praise for her effort she laughed away, promising to be back for more. On the subject of promises she turned back towards the entrance, spotting her friend still seated staring right ahead. Giving her apologies for the delay in sign language over the distance she said her final goodbyes then headed over.
The first indication that things were not well was Lucy’s gaze still staring off into space. As Jess got much closer, she picked up on the main hint. Picking up the pace in her last steps she leaned over to whisper.
“Hun. You ok?”
“I-I need the bathroom.” Checking behind her showed all the other partygoers heavily involved in their games.
“Uh… I… think it’s too late for that. Let’s get you out of here.” A whimper was the only reply as the girl picked herself up.
“…Why are you helping me?” The familiar depressive tone was back to her voice.
“It’s what friends do.”
“You’re lying. I’m disgusting.” Jess extended her hand to give circular rubbing motions, causing the girl to cough a bit more as she tried to suppress any tears. Shushing her to a silence she waited a moment more before starting with the smallest steps possible. Leaving the games room, they made a turn heading for the exit.
“Uh, Jess. T-the toilets that way.” The younger one tried to halt her movement, but she kept being pushed and guided forward. Guarding any view from behind with her own body in the way still they shuffled on forwards.
“We’re better off heading home. There’s more privacy for your… um. Y’know.” She disguised her words as they approached a doorway. Out the corner of their eyes she made out wafting motions of their hands just as they passed.
“No, J-Jess- I n-nngh… I need to head b-back. Now. Please.” Her heart ached for the condition she was in.
“It’s not that bad hun. You can hold on just a bit longer till we’re back home.” It smelled bad, but Jess needed to lie to keep her friend moving. With a grunt and whimper she didn’t resist. Approaching the stairwell Lucy paused for a few seconds. The music from the student’s union party was blasting quite clearly. Offput and with a sigh, she took the first step and visibly shuddered. What would normally only take some seconds took close to a minute as they tried to be as careful as possible. Taking the last step at the bottom of the stairs she misplaced her footing, staggering forward and grabbing at herself once more.
“J-Jess, I… I c-can’t d-ugh! I-I need to go back.” Lucy criss-crossed her hands in refusal as she backed away from the door that would lead towards the entrance. About to be slammed into, Jess quickly side stepped as she watched the girl reverse her journey and start hobbling to go up the stairs. Pausing for a second time at the base of it, Lucy whimpered again. Panicked, her reversing for a second time in a different direction sent her bumping into her friend. Even after the collision the girl tried to push back before clutching at herself as her stomach growled loud enough for Jess to hear.
“I-I ca-can’t go up.” Frantic, she looked directly at Jess with a pleading gaze.
“Y-You’ll be fine hun. We’re almost through this.” Jess tried to pull Lucy towards the entrance door where all the music was coming from. Looking doubtful, she shook her head.
“It hurts! I can’t move!” Both her hands pulled in and were holding against her tightly now. Having kept a hold of Jess,
“You can! Trust me, a couple more minutes and you’ll be fine!”
“Jess, I-” There is no mistaking the crackling noise that comes out as she hunches over once more. Backing away from the audible accident amidst the groans and strains the barely perceptible sound of crying also hits her ears. Deciding it best to give her a moment Jess found her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the rest of the girl.
It’s bad. The bulge is still expanding and the tightness of the jeans has caused it to almost cover the entirety of her backside. As for the survivability of the girl’s no-longer beige jeans… it would take a miracle and the world’s strongest bleach to ever make the clothes socially capable again.
“Leave me be Jess. I don’t deserve help. I’m a freak. Why are you so nice to me?” It’s now or never. With the younger girl’s spirit being broken, it’s not the perfect circumstances for a confession but it would have to do. Sighing, Jess stopped, turning the girl around, smiling awkwardly at the running tears, rosy cheeks and wobbling lips.
“Because I like you, dummy.” She had said it a lot louder than she meant. The total silence after didn’t help. Jess felt her cheeks start to burn at her confession. Lucy blinked then wiped her face as she struggled to process the meanings of the words and what she now felt against her skin. Deciding not to give her the time and opportunity Jess grabbed Lucy’s wrist again and started pulling her. Mercifully the students partying with the music paid little to no attention to the pair as they navigated the crowd. The normal journey would take anywhere between five to ten minutes to go from the student union back home. Keeping pace with Lucy’s problem meant it was double that time.
“Are you going be ok?” By now the tears and sniffling had stopped, but the girl ignored the question and kept on waddling forward.
“Do you… you know. Do you need help?” A croaked cough left her lips in response making the rest of the trip to the house silent, save for the background noise of on-going parties. Just as they entered their home Jess felt a slight bit of pressure on her wrist. Shakily stepping through the doorway of their home the troubled girl leant against the wall for support.
“P-Please help me… clean.” Helping to carry her the last steps, Jess pushed Lucy into the bathroom.
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Exhausted from her ordeal Lucy was grateful for the swift rest that followed. Too tried to even care, her thoughts were occupied on the embarrassment she had faced and a wanton desire for the one thing that might have helped… except, she had been advised not to rely on them too heavily. Scoffing at herself, Lucy rolled over in her bed.
There was also her problem of Jess. The last six hours had been a rollercoaster of emotions and craziness. Much to the girl’s credit she had tried to keep her vision away from her nude body as much as possible during the cleaning showing a level of care and consideration. Currently, her worry for her health took over such pursuits – The inability to shake the image of diapers. Jess had mentioned them too while helping her through her disgrace.
‘Maybe if I only wear them at night I’ll get better over time?’
With such a thought repeatedly coming by it only took until midday for her to find herself back at the pharmacy when she had first bought her parcel. Heading straight for the shelf where she knew her desired stock would be located, she sighed in defeat, the shelf barren of anything helpful. Going to the other side of the shop she decided to pick up some deodorant sprays to make the trip worthwhile. Approaching the counter, she put the objects down and fished for her purse
“Would you like a bag for these?” An elderly looking woman on the other side of the counter smiled. Looking back at the shelf she gulped.
‘…I guess it’s only an employee.’ Slightly reluctant, she stepped aside and gestured to the area where her desired products would be located, her confidence vanishing instantly as she turned back around.
“Do you… Have any… diapers… in the back?” She felt her face become as hot as lava as her voice automatically adjusted, quietening and not wanting any strangers to overhear her request.
“Aaah, let me go check for you.” Mortified, Lucy felt her anxiety flaring as she whispered across her appreciation. The sympathetic smile did little to help her mood as her fight or flight instincts awakened, desperately urging for her to just run. Standing her ground and ignore the nervous sweat beginning to drip across her, time slowed to a crawl as the attendant took their time searching.
“Do you want to come check?” A hand beckoned her from the slightly ajar door. Stepping into the store room the elderly woman pointed out the parcels she had found.
“We have these three in stock at the moment – Are any of these what you’re searching for?” Neatly positioned on a bench were three parcels. The attendant turned them around to be rear facing, providing all the details she would need to know. The first two were already familiar to her from her first visit; pullups and the diapers she had previously bought. The last was a different brand that she did not recognise. Stepping forward to look at the imagery closer she realised the parcel was larger than the others.
“We’ll be getting more in soon.” Pointing out the parcel she wished for, the elderly woman took it from the table and walked back to the counter, inputting it into the till and discretely wrapping it several times to obscure the packaging through the plastic.
“Here you go deary.” Lucy struggled out a thank-you as she picked up the wrapped bag and quickly made her way out of the store. Even with the bag being concealed every person she passed made her feel as if they turned around to stare. Not wanting to challenge such paranoia she would pick up the pace – Eventually arriving back home panting for air.
Locking herself in her room she managed to steady her breathing before starting her investigation, tearing the packaging aside. Without hesitation Lucy plunged her hand in and pulled out one of the garments. Compared to her previous ones the one in hand was incomparably thicker. Feeling flushed even with the privacy she took a moment to calm herself before taping it to her frame. Surprised by how snug it felt Lucy picked herself up from the floor, putting her pyjamas on over her new underwear and settling down to relax for the evening, satisfied that her day’s adventure was complete.
‘Safe and comfortable. I hope you bring me some peace of mind.’ Giving the side of her padding a couple light taps she started up her computer.
“Hey hun, are you home?” Several knocks hit her door as she spun around in alarm. She hadn’t considered guests… now Jess was waiting outside.
“Hey – uh, gimme a second.” Springing up from her chair she pushed the parcel under the bed. Stepping closer to unlock her door it occurred to her she had not seen how they looked from the outside. Walking over to her wardrobe she opened the door to show the full body mirror, gasping at what now hugged her. Unlike the previous one which could hide well with larger clothes, her current diaper bulged at the back.
“What’s the hold up?” Shit. She was spending too long. Hoping not to have her back to her anytime soon she stepped forward then froze immediately. Looking down in horror she lightly adjusted her leg and cringed as a rustle answered back.
‘These things are not quiet! No, no no! She’ll know the moment I unlock the door!’ Sweating buckets, she frantically looked around until she held it on her phone. Quickly dashing over she fiddled with it to put on a music list before opening up.
“H-heey.” Smiling back, Jess waited with a small box.
“How are you feeling? You look a bit red.” Rubbing her face, she stepped aside to let Jess in. Already the calm was coming back as she considered the facts she had been seen a few times in such underwear and then as of last night, nude.
“Not at all. Just a bit hot. Take a seat.” Gesturing at her bed, Jess stepped in then turned back.
“You sure you’re ok after… well, you know?” Nodding, she whispered back her thanks for the care.
“Just checking, that’s all. Oh, I got these for you. Just some snacks and stuff.” Going over to the computer Jess put the parcel down then stopped. Leaning over the desk, she picked up a wrapper and waited.
“Lucy. Are these yours?” Still stood awkwardly in the centre of the room she couldn’t see what Jess held. Coming closer, Jess pointed out the opened medicine bottle and the ripped lemon satchet.
“Er... Yeah. The doctors gave me some stuff. I’m due to go back tomorrow to find out why I’m ill.”
“Did you take these yesterday?”
“Well, not long before we went to play games, yeah.” Jess sighed
“Lucy… These are… well, laxatives. It’s probably why you were… why you went to the bathroom…” Taking a few seconds to process the new information, Lucy turned crimson as she reached behind herself. Even if she could bear the fact she wore such childish clothing, it was unacceptable to find out she had soiled herself through her own stupidity, as an adult no less.
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s a good thing… Well, not the whole accident thing, but finding out more.” Lucy buried her head in her hands as she walked to the side and fell onto her bed. Curling up, she turned her body the opposite way.
“The entire thing could have been avoided?” No reply.
“…Jess?”
--
She had felt guilty for revealing the circumstances behind Lucy’s shame. She had not intended to cause further misery or harm… it felt right to inform her rather than keep her in the dark. Naturally she was embarrassed by such. Jess tried to walk over to the bed to give a comforting hug – Instead as she took a step forward and watched the girl roll over, her clothes adjusted enough to put her diaper on display.
A new one, fairly thicker than the other times she had flashed her underwear. Under normal clothing the girl was blessed with a posterior that was round and stuck out. Wearing what she had only enhanced that aesthetic. Still staring, she realised that now she knew it was obvious. Even if Lucy were to pull her clothing up the thing would be sticking out. It had only gone unnoticed because she wasn’t perving.
“…Jess?”
She was busted. She shook her head to focus, the girl looked at her puzzled before shifting back over to the right side of the bed.
“Sorry Luce. I… got distracted.”
“What?” Still not understanding, her guilty conscious made her sigh again. The trick she pulled in the elevator was one thing but abusing things with her vulnerable best friend was another.
“Um… you may have kinda had your… the diaper on show- Don’t worry! They looked fi-You looked- It’s fine I mean. It’s all good.” Royally messing up her speech and finding herself flushing for the third time in such a short period was not enjoyable. Expecting to have further embarrassed her friend, she was shocked instead as she didn’t elicit any response.
“Jess… Are you curious about my diapers?”
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(I've been trying to improve my grammar lately. if there are still a couple of things i need to fix,please let me know.)
The Wii Fit Studio, a gym that was commonly visited by Miis wanting to get in shape. Right now, the Wii Fit Trainer was inside the studio. She was busy putting down some Wii Balance Boards while waiting for the Miis to arrive.
Just as she finished putting down the last board, the door to the Yoga room opened. A Mii then entered the room, with several other Miis following suit.
"Good Morning, everyone!" The trainer said with a smile. The Miis smiled back and waved at her. Once every Mii had a board to stand on, the trainer walked to the front of the room.
She turned around to see the Miis talking to each other. The trainer then clapped her hands and all the noise in the room disappeared.
"Now then. As per usual,we will start with Deep Breathing." The trainer said. She stepped on the Balance Board and looked at the Miis.
"Place both hands on your stomach and spread your feet." The trainer told the Miis as she slowly placed her hands on her stomach. the Miis copied her movements and closed their eyes.
"Slowly lower your diaphragm. Inhale deep through your nose, expanding your stomach under your hands." The trainer said and took a deep breath.
"Exhale slowly by raising your diaphragm and deflating your stomach. Feel free to breathe through your mouth if your find it difficult to breathe through your nose." The trainer said and exhaled. As she relaxed,She started feeling something in her abdomen. This wasn't because of her breathing, but because she didn't used the ladies room before coming to the studio. She ignored the urge and continued to give instructions.
"Repeat several times, at your normal breathing speed if you prefer. When you're ready,Gradually increase the time spent exhaling." The trainer said and inhaled. While the Miis followed the instructions,The trainer could feel her bladder reminding her of her urge. And all the water she drank before putting down the Balance Boards only increased the rate her bladder was being filled. The trainer then let go of her stomach, with the Miis doing the same.
"Excellent. Now let's start with the Yoga poses. First,we're going to practice the single leg extension." The trainer said while slowly raising her left leg.
"First, raise your left leg so you're standing on one leg. Then swing your left leg back and your left arm up. Doing this exercise regularly can work out your waist,hips and triceps." The trainer said as she swung her left leg and arm. Each time she lowered them, she could feel the bladder aching.
She looked at the Miis as they followed her lead, wich only helped slightly with distracting her from her urge to pee. She then stopped moving and stood on both legs.
"Now,Let's move on to the other leg." The trainer said. She then swung her right leg back and her left arm up.
"Focus on the muscles you want to tighten." The trainer said to the Miis as they followed her movements. After repeating the movements 10 times, the trainer stood on both legs again.
Upon doing so,the felt another surge in her bladder. She ignored it and looked at the Miis with a forced smile.
"Very good. Next we're going to work on the Tree Pose." The trainer said as she lifted her left leg.
"Grab your left ankle and place your foot on your right thigh." She instructed as she kept her hand on her ankle. Keeping her balance was a lot more painful now because of all the pressure she was feeling.
"Once you are stable, Bring your palms together in front of your chest." the trainer instructed. She then raised her hands towards the ceiling.
"Relax your shoulders so that they are parallel to the floor. Stretch your back and be careful not to let your hips stick out." The trainer said while watching the Miis copy her movements.
"Inhale and exhale. Try to hold this position for 30 to 40 seconds." The trainer said. 40 seconds passed,but all those seconds felt way longer to the trainer. She exhaled and lowered her arms and her leg. Everyone returned to their original position.
"Now,we're going to work on the Warrior Pose." The trainer said with a smile.
"Keep your right foot on the Balance Board." The trainer said and extended her left foot back. She felt yet another surge while doing so.
"Make sure you align your left heel with your right heel. While inhaling, stretch your arms out wide. While exhaling, bend your knee and lower your waist." The trainer said. The Miis copied her movements again and inhaled.
"Tighten your stomach and bottom, push with your back leg and relax the upper body. Distribute your weight equally between both legs." The trainer said as she relaxed.
Upon doing so, she felt another surge coming. She tightened her bladder muscles and prevented a spurt from escaping her bladder.
The trainer didn't wear any undergarments under her gray yoga pants. So if she leaked, it would've been noticeable. She stayed in the Warrior Pose for 40 seconds.
"Now return to your original position." The trainer said as she lowered her arms and stood upright again. the Miis did the same and looked at her.
"Great work,everyone. Let's take a break for now." The trainer said. The Miis nodded and stepped away from their Balance Boards. The trainer then left the room and closed the door behind her.
She looked around and made sure nobody was in the hallway. Once she made sure,She placed a hand between her legs and started fidgeting.
she then started jogging towards the bathroom. She placed both her hands between her legs as she could feel all the urine sloshing in her bladder.
Luckily,it didn't take long for her to reach the restrooms. She entered the ladies room and stood still to keep her bladder under control. She then made a dash towards one of the stalls and closed the door.
She immediately pulled down her yoga pants and sat on the toilet. As soon as she was on the seat,a spurt escaped. The spurt was followed by a powerful stream.
As she was letting out all the urine she's been holding,the trainer inhaled and exhaled with relief.
Her stream slowly weakened and she let out a big sigh. the trainer then reached for the toilet paper and wiped her womanhood.
Once she was done,she pulled up her yoga pants and exited the stall. She then went to the sink and washed her hands.
The trainer then looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled.
Back in the Yoga Room...
The trainer returned to the room and clapped her hands.
"Okay,Is everyone ready to continue?" The Miis nodded and went back to their Balance Boards. The trainer made her way to her board and faced the Miis.
"Now then,let's work on the Half-Moon Pose." The trainer said while smiling.
"Follow my lead as we do this pose together."
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At first, college was hard. I showed up in another state, without friends, and didn’t have a lot of confidence in my ability to make any new ones. On top of that, my roommate and I got off to a bad start.
I knew I had to put myself out there in order to find my people. I did a lot of wandering up to other groups of freshmen who already seemed to be fast friends, and attempted to work my way into their conversations. It felt so awkward. But we all just got here, I reminded myself. This is how it works.
It was during one such encounter that I first met Jessica. Three people I recognized from my history class were sitting at a picnic table outside. I smelled pot. I was interested. I walked up, sat down, began to listen noncommittally to the conversation. A girl with long brown hair was talking animatedly while the others listened — something about the awkwardness of adjusting to college. A joint was making its way around. Someone passed it to me. I took a hit. Great! New friends. I can handle this college thing after all, I thought.
“My roommate is so fucking weird,” one guy said in a somewhat hushed tone, looking around, presumably to see if his roommate was within hearing range. “He doesn’t have any sheets on his bed. He just sleeps face down on the bare mattress.”
“Oh, poor guy,” the brown-haired girl said. “He’s probably just not used to taking care of himself, making his own bed.”
“You should know how to do that by the time you get to college!” the guy replied. “Also, last night, he just sat alone in our bedroom and drank like, I don’t know, half a handle of vodka. I came home and he was lying on the carpet, blasting metal, the half-empty bottle of vodka in his hand.”
We chuckled. I have to admit, I was a bit fixated on this brown-haired girl. The pot wasn’t helping. The sun was shining through her hair, her eyes seemed to be glowing. I watched her laugh at the guy’s story. She was cute.
“That’s nothing,” the other guy replied. “My roommate does not stop looking at me. Anytime I look at him, he’s already looking at me. It’s so, so, so creepy. I think he might kill me.”
The pot was having its effect on all of us. Everyone was laughing at this point, the brown-haired girl hardest of all. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she gasped.
I decided to share. “I came back from the shower yesterday to find my roommate with his pants around his knees, masturbating into a trash can.” True story, unfortunately.
“Holy shit,” the roommate of the drunk metalhead said. “That’s weird.”
“Not good,” the roommate of the potential serial killer said.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” the brown-haired girl cried as tears of laughter streamed down her face.
“I think you win, man. You have the worst roommate,” the drunk metalhead’s roommate said.
“Oh my god,” the brown-hair girl continued to gasp, doubled over in laughter. “I've gotta pee. I’m going pee. I’m going to pee.”
That got my attention. Like any 18-year-old (my roommate certainly included, I guess) I had an overactive sex drive and, unlike many 18-year-olds, a particular interest in pee.
“I’m peeing,” cried the brown-haired girl. She gripped her crotch over her skirt. People sometimes say that when they are laughing, I told myself. Who knows if she means it. If she was in fact peeing, I guess she staunched the flow because, when she removed her hands and crossed her legs tightly, I couldn’t see any spot.
The conversation continued like that — shooting the shit beneath a tree on the quad on a warm September day. At some point, the drunk metalhead’s roommate — I learned his name was Kyle — broke out some beers he had somehow obtained. They cut through the pot high and we all calmed down. The sun went down. It started to get chilly.
“It’s been fun guys but I’m gonna grab a jacket and get some dinner,” Kyle said.
“Yeah, I’ll head in too,” I said, standing.
“Ok, ok, we can head in,” the brown-haired girl, whose name I still hadn’t caught, said. She stood. “Oof. I’ve had to pee like a motherfucker the whole time we’ve been here and that beer really didn’t help.” She put her hand on her belly over the waistband of her skirt. “But thank you for sharing your beer, Kyle. I loved it, even if now I’m about to pee myself.”
“No problem, Jessica,” he replied. “I’ll see you guys in class.”
Jessica. Her name was Jessica.
Kyle and the other guy were apparently in the same dorm, and headed off in its direction. The brown-haired girl, to my delight, was in mine. We walked back as the night grew colder. My hands were shoved into my pockets; she was hugging herself and walking stiffly.
“Where are you from?” I asked, to make conversation.
“Oregon,” she replied. “You?”
“New York.”
“New York City?”
“No, just near it. I go into the city sometimes though.”
“I went to New York City earlier this summer,” she said.
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah. Except, like, no public bathrooms. Which is a real fucking issue after having beers in the park.”
She really wanted to talk about pee, I guess? I couldn’t believe my luck. My brain was still moving slow, a product of the pot and beer. Perhaps she interpreted my silence as a discomfort with the topic.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” she said. “TMI. I guess I’ve just got pee on the mind.” She rubbed her bladder area again to make the point.
“No worries, I get it!” I jumped in, hoping to reassure her. I wanted to keep this conversation going. “I, uh, have been stuck having to pee in New York too.”
“What did you do?” she asked, turning to look directly at me. I had her attention.
“I guess I just waited. I was on the subway for what felt like hours. I almost pissed myself.”
“Yeah man,” she said. “I know how that is.”
“It was really bad. I was afraid I was going to pee at any minute. When I finally got where I was going I probably peed for a minute, maybe two.”
She didn’t say anything. She just kept looking at me, intensely.
“What did you do?” I ventured.
“I ended up peeing in an ally. I was also literally about to piss my pants.” She smiled. “I may in fact have already pissed my pants a bit. I didn’t want to walk around all damp!”
“Prudent,” I said. “That would have been something to see.” What! Why did I say that!? I needed to get a hold of myself.
“Well, I’m basically in the same situation right now,” she said softly. We had been walking this whole time but now she stopped and gripped her crotch again, as if admitting her predicament had intensified the urge. She shifted her weight to one leg, then the other. As she did it, she made eye contact directly with me. We were feet from the entrance to our dorm but still she stood there, holding herself and pee dancing. “Just gotta collect myself,” she gasped. “So I don’t piss my pants.”
“Piss your skirt,” I offered.
“What?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Piss your skirt. You’re not wearing pants, you’re wearing a skirt.”
“Oh. Right. Yes. Piss my undies.”
“Uh, are you going to be ok?” I asked.
“Yes, yes, this always happens to me. Just be a gent and get the door?” she asked.
With her still standing in one place, shifting and holding herself, I walked over to the dorm door, unlocked it and opened it. “Come on in,” I said.
With one hand still in her crotch she hustled toward me, through the door, across the lobby of the dorm and up the stairs, headed, I assumed, for the second-floor women’s bathroom. I closed the door and followed her into the stairwell. I heard her shoes clacking somewhere above me. Suddenly, I heard a yelp.
I rounded a bend in the stairs to find her sitting on one of them. I wasn’t sure what was happening. Her face looked incredibly relaxed; her eyes were closed, her jaw was slack. I looked down. Liquid was running down her right leg from under her skirt, onto her foot. “Oh my god,” she said. “Oh my god, I’m peeing.” She buried her fist in her crotch and bent forward, clenching. The stream trickled to a halt. She had peed for, at most, several seconds. She lifted her hand, revealing a large, damp patch on the front of her grey skirt. She looked down at it, then closed her eyes. Did a slight smile cross her lips?
She opened her eyes and looked at me. I looked right back at her. That intense, charged eye contact again. She seemed unfazed. “Well,” she said. “Maybe I’ll learn my lesson. College is about learning lessons, right? I need to learn to pee sooner.”
“Yes,” I said. I was a bit overwhelmed.
“I was going to do laundry tomorrow anyway,” she murmured. Her calm had worn off quickly, now she also seemed flustered.
“Don’t tell anyone,” she said. Then she stepped forward, down a stair, so she was one stair above me, and, awkwardly, from that slightly higher height, wrapped her arms around me. “It was great to meet you,” she said. The hug tightened and she pressed her leg, the leg she had peed down, against mine. I was extremely confused. This hug felt a little more than friendly. What was going on?
“Don’t tell anyone,” she said again, this time whispering it into my ear. I felt her abdomen rub against mine. I was intensely aware of the curves of her body — and that damp patch on the grey skirt that was now firm against my torso.
Then she stepped back.
“I still really, really have to pee,” she said. And with that, she pivoted on her toe, raced up the remaining steps, and out of the stairwell, out of my sight. I heard the jangle of keys, then the door to what I presume was the women’s restroom, and then the click of a lock.
I stood motionless in the hallway for a good two minutes, processing. My confusion lingered, but now I was also catastrophically aroused. Slowly I turned, walked back down the stairs to the men's dormitory on the first floor, and returned to my room, where I sat, awkwardly, shell shocked, aroused as fuck, staring at the ceiling and thinking of Jessica as my roommate watched episode after episode of “Friends.”
I want to make this a three part series, but everyone always says they want to make everything a series and it rarely happens. So I'm not gonna promise anything. Still, I'll do my best.
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Note that this story has very long holding/peeing times and extreme desperation, for those who don't like that sort of thing.
This is a follow up to a short story I posted here.
I hope you enjoy it!
Kira paced down paced in the hallway, a roar of laughter and the sounds of joy filling the night air. She placed a hand on her flat stomach, feeling the metal ribs of the corset under her dress, making her appearance seem deceitfully plain. Her heart raced- how was she going to make it through this?
"My queen?"
Her head snapped up, her gaze resting upon Vea. Her dark hair had been tied in a ponytail behind her head, wearing a cotton dark blue dress. The fabric stopped a few inches below her knees and above her elbows, still allowing her some freedom. Kira, however, didn't have such a luxury, having forced herself into a long, hot dress. She had made sure to wear a linen shirt and leggings beneath her dress, trying to hide the corset.
"Are you sure the corset isn't too tight? We still have a few moments before we have to enter."
"No, no thank you." She said, releasing a quivering breath. Kira had prepared for this for weeks, making sure she didn't take in as many fluids as usual. She had focused on being able to hold without showing her desperation outwardly. Countless mages in her court had given her numerous potions, spells, and other magical elements which strengthened her bladder muscles, allowing her to hold much more for much, much longer than any of her kind. Yet, she still felt incredibly the desperation that came with holding her waters for so long.
She felt Vea's soft hand touch her shoulder. "It's only two short hours. You've made it this far, I'm sure you can make it." Vea said with a small, comforting grin. "Sir Bandon said you could have your first break if you were accepted tonight. I'll be right there if anything happens, my queen."
Kira took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. "Thank you... I...
I needed that." She exhaled, opening her eyes. "Let's go."
Vea nodded. She stepped forward and pushed the door open before she stepped to the side. Kira entered, coming to an abrupt end. A single, rectangular table sat in the middle of the room, a plate in the middle filled with different meats, bread and salt, and a pitcher of wine. Sir Bandon and his older son sat on the left, the son giving her a cold state as she approached. His younger son sat at the right side with a woman, no older than the age of twenty-five. A woman sat at the top of the table, taking one more bite out of her pork sausage before she wiped her mouth. Two chairs had been left vacant for the two at the bottom of the table.
"Good evening, Sir Bandon." Queen Kira bowed. Her thighs twitch a little as it accommodated the new pressure. She stayed bowed for a respectable amount of time, before rising once again.
"And to you too, Queen Kira." He nodded. His clothes were fine, made of fresh wool and silk. He wore a large fur cloak, certainly worn and old. "You've met my sons, Gregor and Benjen." His wrinkled right hand motioned to the two.
"Good evening," She bowed her head slightly, before turning her attention back to Sir Bandon. "I left the copper and silver with your treasurer, as requested, and I have brought my adviser. I hope that isn't a problem."
"Not at all." He smiled. "Ah,- where are my manners," He stood up, motioning to the lady at the head of the table. "Allow me to introduce you to my liege lady, Lady Laerra. She holds Dominion over this and many other regions in the Human Kingdom."
Lady Laerra glanced up at her with a smile. "Good evening. It is an honor to meet an Elven Queen."
"The honor is mine, my lady."
"Please, sit."
Kira nodded, quickly taking her seat. An empty plate sat in front of her with a wooden fork and knife, with a small, metal goblet sitting beside the plate. Vea sat beside her, an open chair left between her and Gregor.
"Well, don't just sit there, girl!" Sir Bandon raised his voice to the girl. Her head shot up, a glassy film over her eyes. "Y-Yes, forgive me, milord." She quickly stood, a large bulge filling her midriff. The woman quickly grabbed the pitcher of wine and shuffled to Kira's side. She could feel her ragged breath on her neck as she filled her cup. Kira glanced to the left, watching her hobble over to Vea and repeat the process, her bladder sending little pangs of need each time she heard the splashing of wine. She set the pitcher down at the center of the table, making her way back to her seat.
"We've prepared pork, mutton, beef, and venison, along with our bread and salt. I'm sure you'll be satisfied." Sir Bandon said. Kira cautiously looked up at Lady Laerra, assuring she had permission before taking some bread and venison. She nodded.
The other's continued with their meals as Kira took a small bite out of the venison. It had been masterfully prepared, though she didn't really have the capacity to admire it, what with thoughts of her full bladder cluttering her mind.
Her eyes wandered back over to the servant's, her face straining as she shuffled in her seat. A trembling hand rubbed her bladder, her legs double crossed underneath the table. Kira could relate to the poor girl's plight, though she didn't have the luxury of being outwardly desperate or crossing her legs for that matter.
"So... I must ask, Queen Kira," Lady Laerra asked as she stabbed into another piece of her sausage. "Pardon me if this seems crude, but how did you come to be in charge of the Elven Kingdom?" She quickly took another bite. "As far as I've heard, your father was a blacksmith and your mother a tavern maid... Anyone else in your position wouldn't be anywhere near a throne."
Kira glanced towards the floor. "Well... I cannot say it has been easy..." She huffed. "A civil war had broken out between the elves once I had reached womanhood. My father and I smithed sharp weapons and strong armor to our prior queen, Lady Ana. She and I became acquainted, and eventually, we had won, though our enemies cursed us and swore vengeance. We've yet to encounter them again. " She took a small sip of wine, all the talking making her mouth dry up. "Eventually, she passed, and appointed me the ruler."
"I see," Lady Laerra took a large gulp out of her cup. "What is this lass' story, then?" She pointed her fork towards Vea.
"She's my right hand, my lady. She was once a skilled archer, bound in service to Lady Ana. When she passed, she then swore to serve me, though under a different role." She took a sip from her cup, her eyes darting to Vea for a moment before returning to Lady Laerra. "Vea is an excellent adviser and a better friend. I doubt I would be where I was today if not for her." She glanced over to her, a small grin on her face. Vea took a bite out of her bread, straightened her lips and glancing downwards.
A particularly strong urge made itself apparent, causing her to squeeze her legs together. She'd have ripped the lower half of the dress away to cross her legs if this meeting wasn't so important.
"M-Malady..." The woman to their right spoke, her entire form shivering. "Might I-I be ex- excused?"
"No, you may not."
The poor girl whimpered, her arms tensing up and her elbows locked, both hands shoved in her crotch. "Please, malady, it- it's rather urgent."
"She said no, girl." Gregor snapped. His tone was harsher. The girl moaned quietly, slumped over in her chair.
"Show respect to your liege lady, peasant!" Benjen grabbed her by her shoulders, forcing her back up to the chair. Her face was covered in sweat, tears welling in her eyes.
"Malady-" A pained whine passed through her, rocking in her chair. "It- it's been
, I need to release!" She took a few quick breaths in. "I-I can't-"
A hissing sound filled the room. Piss splattered on the ground. Kira's eyes widened as the girl pissed, hard. She felt her hands move to her lap, squeezing her dress as she focused on keeping her own load inside.
The four humans stared at her in shock as she continued to pee. "I'm sorry, I-I-I can't stop!" She cried, her clothes soaked with piss. Kira's face strained as she clenched her thighs together, her legs shaking from the effort.
Eventually, her stream slowed to a stop, tears staining her cheeks and a large puddle forming under the table.
"I..." She looked up to Lady Laerra. "I'm so sorry, my lady! Please forgive me!"
"Get her out of my sight." Lady Laerra commanded. "
. Take her to her quarters."
"Right away, my lady." Sir Bandon stood, along with his sons. Benjen grabbed her by her shoulders, pulling her out from her chair forcibly. "This way, wench. You'd have better enjoyed it. Making a mockery of us..." He grumbled.
"It might be the last time you piss for a very long time, girl," Gregor spoke, his voice raspy. "You wait till your father hears of this."
The four exited the room. Lady Laerra took a large gulp out of her cup. "I apologize. She will be punished for such rudeness."
"Worry not, Lady Laerra."
"Anyway, I think we should move to the topic at hand: our deal."
"Y- Yes?" Kira raised her head. Her bladder throbbed, begging for any form of release.
The Lady stared her down for a moment, taking note of every fidget and twitch Kira made- every sign of need or urgency about her.
"The gold you've given us is adequate, and you haven't released your waters in well over five months now..." She took a quick sip of her wine. "But, your kingdom has almost nothing to give us in return. Our lands are plentiful and fertile, our soldiers are many and strong, and we have no use for your weapons."
She lifted her glass up, swishing the wine around as she shot Kira a devious look- similar to that Sir Bandon's sons had given her in the months prior. "Honestly, I could keep you filled and desperate for months longer."
"You can't!"
Kira's head shot to the right.
Vea leaned forward in her seat.
"And why not?"
"Queen Kira has held for long enough! She has proven her worth!" She spoke with passion, standing up and pushing her chair back. "For five months, she has fought day in and day out for her kingdom! She's spent countless nights staying awake so she would still keep her oath! She has never been late on the deliveries for coin, or steel, or arms!" She pled, clasping her hands together and intertwining her fingers. "Please, my lady. She deserves some rest, for a few nights, at least."
Lady Laerra looked up at her. She stared in silence for a minute. Then two. Three, four, five...
"You," She pointed a thin finger to Vea "grab the chamberpot." Her finger moved to the corner of the room, a large, brass pot sat at the corner. Vea nodded, quickly retrieving it. She took it by its sides and picked it up, her arms barely wrapping around it to pick it up. It was about twice as heavy as any crossbow or sword she had ever held, and just as wide as a shield. She took slow, cautious steps.
Queen Kira could feel her desperation rising with each step Vea took with the chamber pot in her hands. The corset seemed to grow tighter, her bladder bump seeming to grow larger, and the need undeniably growing to its breaking point. She fidgeted a little, her legs crossing as she tried to keep her composure
"That pot could easily hold the waters of even the fullest bladder. We used to use them as wine pitchers for feasts, though they were far too impractical. They could fit around half a keg if you filled it to the brim."
Lady Laerra stood up from the table. "Set it down, right beside your queen."
Vea did as she was told and stood at Kira's side, wishing not to endanger her queen's chances of relief any further.
"You'll have your chance to relieve yourself, but not before I have." She hiked up her long dress, pulling her panties down and squatting down over the pot. Queen Kira stared at her with wide eyes. "N-No, my lady, ple-"
A loud hissing sound filled the room, piss colliding with the inner walls of the chamberpot. Kira almost doubled over, her legs squeezed together tightly. She took a few bated breaths, attempting to turn her head away.
"You
watch if you want to pee after me."
She groaned quietly and focused directly on her, as much as it pained her bladder to do so. Lady Laerra stared at her, her face as solid and stoic as stone. Kira almost questioned if she could feel anything.
A minute or so passed, her stream still going as strong as when she began. She rubbed her bladder over the corset, throbbing wildly she leaned forward slightly. One hand had balled itself into a fist, the other pressed into her lap.
Two desperate minutes passed, the stream still very strong. Kira held herself openly with both hands, not caring who saw or how she acted anymore. She could feel her bladder trying to push its overfilled load out onto the floor of Lady Laerra's kitchen. Vea watched on- she had never seen her Queen this desperate, not even on her worst nights.
"My lady, please. The Queen-" "N-No, I can wait..." Kira said, her voice shaking and quiet. Her entire body strained and trembled, exerting so much force to keep her pee from leaking out.
Two more minutes passed. Tears formed in Kira's eyes. She had turned towards the Lady, forcing herself to keep her eyes on her, no matter how difficult it was. Sweat poured from her legs and chest, her linen shirt surely drenched by this point. Her teeth felt like they were floating, her piss dangerously close to squirting out.
Finally, the stream abruptly stopped, still quite strong by the end of it. Kira could've sworn she saw her legs twitch as she stopped, though she didn't have the capacity to process it at the moment, currently taken up by five months worth of pee. Her head shot up, watching as Lady Laerra pulled her panties back up. "You may go."
She didn't need to tell her twice. Kira shot up out of her chair and hiked up her dress. She tore her leggings down with her panties, a torrent of pee shooting out of her forcefully. Her whole body tensed for a moment, then relaxed. She felt her arms fall to her sides, her aching bladder crying out in ecstatic glee now that it was finally able to release. A goofy smile spread across her face, the world around her seeming to fade away in the relief. Her mind felt foggy- as if she had just awoken from a long slumber. The feeling continued for what seemed like an eternity, and she relished in every second of it.
"Stop."
Kira hadn't been expecting her to have to stop. Panic set in almost immediately. She squeezed her legs together, clenching her muscles up, but the stream still flowed. Her brow wrinkled and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying her hardest to stop it.
"I said stop." Lady Laerra repeated, a little harsher this time.
"I-I'm trying..." Kira locked up, her body straining and creaking under her demands. She'd have loved to just sit there and piss the entire contents of her bladder out... with no one to stop her from relieving herself.
Alas, she wasn't so lucky. Tears came to her eyes, her legs shaking as she finally managed to slow the stream. She finally cut it off, her urethra stinging and her bladder howling for more to be released.
Kira pulled her leggings back up and pushed her dress. She walked back over to Vea and clasped her hands together. Her arms were shaky, uneasy, though her legs were in such a worse state. Her bladder throbbed wildly, only a fraction of its capacity being released in the short minutes it had been allowed to release it.
"Now, remind me..." Lady Laerra crossed her legs. "How long of a drive is it back to your capital?"
"T-Three days, my lady."
"You may release the rest once you get there. That shouldn't be a problem, should it?" Lady Laerra questioned with s devilish smile, leaning forward and taking a sip of her wine. "You're not going to piss yourself, are you queen? I will find out if you do, and you
what happens then."
"Of course not, my lady," Kira responded with a shaken voice, though she wasn't certain she could keep her promise. if she could've, she'd have pissed right then and there and would've gladly taken whatever punishment Lady Laerra's could've dished out, but there was more at stake than just her. She had a kingdom to feed and protect, she wasn't going to fail them- quite the opposite, in fact. Kira was going to give it her all, regardless of whether she had to hold another three days or another three months.
"Good. You've got a long ride ahead of you, best hurry along."
"R-Right, yes." She stepped to the right side of the table. "Thank you for your hospitality, my lady. I look forward to our next meeting."
"As do I, Queen Kira."
"Until then." She quickly turned around and heading towards the exit. Vea pushed the door open for her, allowing her to step through first. She shot Lady Laerra an angered glare, but she still kept her little devious grin.
"Vea,"
Her head turned, immediately shutting the door and walking towards her queen. "Yes, my queen?"
Kira was leaned against the wall, her legs pressed together and a hand in her lap. "Let's go."
"Yes, my queen. I'll get the carriage."
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Queen Kira squeezed her legs together, her bladder throbbing with each bump they encountered. It had been a little over a day since she had left Lady Laerra's feast, but it felt much longer. Thank the Gods I didn't drink too much. She sighed, resting her hands on both sides of her. Thankfully, she had managed to change out of the large, hot dress, instead opting for a pair of white leggings, with a form-fitting grayish-white dress. Her skirt only ran down a few inches below her knees, and her sleeves a few inches behind her wrists, allowing her more freedom to move. She wore a pair of plain, black leather boots. They more resembled a commoner's rather than anything elegant, though Kira preferred it. Safer that way, especially when she was in a human kingdom.
The small cabin of the carriage offered little in comfort. Two hard wooden seats sat at opposite sides from each other, with two small, wooden doors to her left and right. Curtains had been pulled in front of the doors only allowing a little sunlight inside. There was a small pocket in the wall to her right, with a pitcher of water and two small glasses. It sloshed and splashed with every stop or movement in the cart, only reminding her of her plight. She didn't dare touch it, not with her situation being so dire.
Clouds had formed overhead, keeping the sun's warm glow at bay. They were dark and very large, clearly ready to burst with enough rain to flood the roads and delay their journey by a day or so, but they had decided to keep their large load of p- rain contained, at least for the moment.
We should be near Townsville. She scooted to the door, peeking outside. A thick, lush forest sat at the side of the road, filled to the brim with all sorts of nature and animals. She could see various deer and stags passing in the forest, some stopping to eat, a few even staring at the carriage. Birds sang in the branches above, their sounds soothing and beautiful. Squirrels hopped through the healthy, green grass, quickly scurrying up their trees. Kira smiled dimly. It's so beautiful…
I recall when The Valley looked this way. Her smile faded quickly. Hopefully, it'll return to its former beauty soon enough. The drought has to end eventually. It cannot last forever.
A sudden wave of desperation sent her away from the window. She hissed quietly, clutching her abdomen. Her hand reached into her lap, pressing against her crotch. Nor can I… gods, I need to pee.
She curled up at the center of her seat and crossed her legs as tightly as her dress would allow. Her bladder had been more prone to spasming since Lady Laerra had let her release some of its contents a little over twenty-four hours ago. She almost wished the Lady hadn’t allowed her that respite; it was only making things more difficult. The rest of her pee begged to be released like the small amount which had escaped her body, threatening to make her do something very rash and very unladylike, but she refused. She wouldn't allow her bladder to control her- there was much more at stake than her full bladder or desire to pee, she had people to protect and a kingdom to feed. Nothing was going to stand in her way. She removed her hands, though her legs remained crossed.
Finally, she felt the carriage slow to a stop. She felt the weight from the front shift away, footsteps approaching the cabin.
"We've arrived in Townsville, my queen. I'd suggest grabbing your cloak" Vea opened the door, having already pulled her cloak over her head. She placed a foot inside the carriage. "Nary a moment too soon. The horses are exhausted.'
"Let's hope they recover quickly." Kira slowly eased her way up onto her feet, then bending down to step towards the exit of the carriage and compress her bladder further, which did pain her slightly. She heeded her advice, quickly pulling her cloak over her head, tucking her pointed ears beneath many folds of hair and cloth. It was so much worse standing, but if she had to, she had to.
"I assume we won't be here long, my queen?" Vea took Kira's hand, helping her step out. She too had changed out of her dress, adorned in armor. Her breastplate and pauldrons had been made of chainmail, with mail leggings covering her lower half, and leather gauntlets. She had her short sword at her right hip, and a dagger in its small sheath around her right thigh.
"No, we need to get back to the capital." She said, hurriedly stepping forward, her bladder, yet again, painfully reminding her of its fullness and capacity. They had stopped right outside of the town's limits. Vea had already tied the horse's reins to the coachman's perch. "Are you expecting a fight?"
"It is not likely, my queen, but I'd rather be prepared in case of one." She said, retrieving a brown cloak from the perch at the front of the carriage. "Only the Gods know why Balvern chose here of all places to set up. Anywhere in this kingdom, and he chose here."
"I cannot say that I disagree..." She looked up towards the town, gravel crunching beneath the heels of her boots.
"I must admit, I have my doubts about coming to Balvern for supplies, my queen. Are you sure he's trustworthy?"
"I’d hope so. He knows what it could do to him if he were to reveal us in the middle of a human town, especially after what his king did here. Balvern is many things, but he's no fool."
"Tis true. Then again, perhaps he lost his sanity along with his treasonous usurper…"
“Let’s hope not...“ Kira turned to face her. "Regardless, he is of more use here than in The Valley. I cannot trust him to behave anywhere except here." She said, quickly trying to shift away from the uncomfortable topic.
"As you say, my queen." She nodded. "You are sure you didn't want to take the corset off? It cannot feel comfortable."
"No," Kira placed a hand across her stomach, feeling the ribs of the corset, still painfully compressing her bladder. "It is too large to hide under robes…" She glanced downward, her stomach still poking out slightly, but it looked like she had perhaps gotten a little fat rather than looking like she was with child. A blush spread across her face at the very thought, almost too embarrassing to face. "S-Such a look is not befitting of a q- someone with my status. And we don't need more attention."
"As you wish." She said, notedly leaving out any formalities. Kira breathed a quiet, relieved sigh.
The last thing we need right now is for the humans to find out we're here.
The pair grew silent as they passed by different buildings- ruins, rather. Wooden structures collapsed in on itself, stone cracked and smashed into rubble, smolders and ashes of what once occupied the town. They passed by a watch tower, having long collapsed in long before they arrived. The wood had been slashed and scratched, along with puncture holes and cracked wood. The town had many scars, most of which still had yet to heal.
"No women pissing in the streets!" Kira noted, reading a sign beside a nearby tavern, probably one of the few sturdy buildings left in the town. "Any found doing so will be bound in chains and reported to Lady Laerra."
Duly noted… A chill went down her spine, both at the thought of returning to that cold lady, and from the reminder to her full bladder.
"Balvern should be around here." Vea said, snapping her queen back to reality. "If memory serves, then it should be..." She stepped to the right, walking up to another building. It was a little different than the others, made with Birch wood and cobblestone, rather than the usual oak and brick of the other buildings.
The place was clearly weathered, and had been that way for quite some time. The first wooden step up onto the porch of the shop had been stomped in, the plank broken in two. The window in the center of the door had been scratched and cracked, the only thing seeming to hold it together being the wooden door around it. Stone bricks filled in two large portions in the buildings, at both sides of the door. Glass laid in front of them, pieces of a window frame still uncleaned after seemingly months of being broken.
"By the Holy Mother…" Kira covered her mouth. Vea stepped up onto the first step, making sure to go over the broken plank.
"No blood, unfortunately. Seems the humans’ hatred only extends to vandalism." She offered her hand to her queen. "Though, I must admit, they must be some rather cowardly ones to strike someone as old as Balvern."
"Watch your tongue. The last thing we need is to make a human angry." She yelled in a hushed voice. Vea snickered quietly, assisting her queen up the stairs. "Sir Bandon and his sons have eyes everywhere. Not to mention the lady." She said, her voice a mere hiss by the end of her sentence, one part fear and the other part anger, due in part to her bladder. All she wanted to do was take a squat and let, but that wasn't an option. Neither her nor her bladder were too happy about it.
"You shan't need worry with me by your side." Vea turned to her with a confident smile. "Even if we're dealing with a man like Balvern or a woman like Lady Laerra."
Kira nodded with a small smile, taking a deep breath and steeling herself. Vea opened the door and stepped inside, holding the door and allowing her to walk through.
Inside sat an old, frail man, in a small chair behind a wooden counter. He didn't have a single hair atop his head, and only a few long white hairs on his chin. The point of his ears drooped slightly, wrinkled, and a frown etched into his stone face. His body was long and lanky, only skin and bones seemingly holding the elderly elf up. He had only a plain, long brown cloak, with a piece of rope tied around his waist to keep it from slipping off of him. A dagger sat at his hip, one of his old hands already placed on its hilt. He stood up, rather quickly for a man of his age.
"I thought I heard someone." He spoke, his voice raspy and tired. With a quick glance, he easily recognized them. "The mouse lady and her cat, I assume?"
"The queen and her adviser." Vea corrected duly, pulling her cloak off. "We need supplies for the road."
"Ah, seems you both have left your manners with the liege lady." Balvern removed his hand from the dagger, kneeling beneath the counter. Vea sighed quite audibly. "Or perhaps it's being in the comfort of The Valley that made you this way?
"We need not your wit, Balvern. Just a loaf of bread and two pouches of water."
"You were always a rude little beast," He rose a small smirk on his face. "And the lady is as meek as always. Seems like she intends to make herself a servant to those humans." Balvern pulled up a loaf of bread from beneath the counter. "I wonder… how long can you wear a crown before the pressure is too much to bear?" Kira could see her adviser getting more annoyed with each word he spoke. His acts were growing tiresome to her as well.
"I shan't allow what you and your king did ruin our relationship with the humans. We need them." She spoke loudly and clearly, which only elicited a chuckle out the decrepit elf.
"You’re working with snakes, girl. Eventually, you'll be bitten."
"I cannot sit idly by and allow your acts of cruelty to define us. The humans will come to trust us again, in time."
He scoffed. "If you truly believe that, then you're as daft as you are cowardly."
Kira opened her mouth to protest-
"Have you no idea of what she's done to protect us?!"
"Oh, aye. I'm sure the little mouse has had her fill. Without passing her waters, I'd say she must be ready to burst." Balvern reached beneath the counter, pulling out leather pouch, water sloshing around the inside. He gave it a rough shake, the contents sloshing around violently. She flinched slightly, but managed not to embarrass herself any further.
Vea growled, leaning forward. She reached under the counter, managing to reach past his slow hands and pulling out the remaining half of the requested supplies. The old man's smirk quickly turned into a frown, his fun coming to an abrupt end.
"There," She grinned, quite pleased with herself. "Now, how much do we owe you? We really must be going."
Balvern paused. His frown remained strong and stoic, before he spoke again. "How's about I throw in an extra loaf and some wine? No extra charge, just need somethin' from the mouse."
"Nay, we shan't-" "It's a long way back to The Valley. I'm sure you and the mouse would rather not stop at every town." He proposed. In a single motion, he lifted a glass bottle of wine- enough to easily fill a pitcher or two, along with another loaf of bread. "And I don't think the mouse would like to be delayed any longer than necessary. I'll even give ya a better price if you do it."
The pair exchanged glances between each other. We could use those… Kira pursed her lips.
"What would you ask of me?" She questioned. The edges of his lips curled. "One moment," He reached beneath the counter a final time his chair creaking as he bent down low to grab something.
To her bewilderment, he pulled out a large glass of water, the same size as the wine, and just as full. "Drink that, and they're yours."
"No, we'll be on our way." Kira spoke quickly, turning to her adviser. She nodded, quickly placing a few coins on the table before she took their supplies and put them into her pouch, turning to walk away.
"Ah- I don't think you want to do that, mouse."
"I do. Goodbye, Balvern." She didn't even bother to turn to him, opening the door.
"Lady Laerra will not be happy, then…"
Kira froze, her hand on the doorknob. She turned back to him, questioning if she had heard him correctly.
"I'll have to go to her palace then, tell her that you ended up coming to my shop beggin' to use me chamber pot. Me, bein' a good merchant in her lands and knowing about your little deal, denied you the privilege, and would have no choice but to let her know. The little mouse gets no relief, and the bastards in this damned town treat me with respect." He grinned, leaning back in his chair.
"You wouldn't." Vea stared at the traitorous elf with such hatred, Kira feared she might lash out at the old man.
"Let's find out, then. The Valley is a two-day ride from here, I could be at Lady Laerra’s Keep tomorrow morning if need be. If you’re willing to bet your queen’s wellness, then walk out." He pointed to the door. "Go on, if you're confident."
Vea took hold of the hilt. “I shan’t allow you to dishonor her.”
"Vea, calm yourself. Release your weapon." She warned, turning to her.
"My queen, we mustn't allow him to act this way unpunished." She stared at him, already envisioning herself cutting him into pieces.
"Not here, not now. The humans mustn't know we're here."
"Listen to her, girl. You're not in your kingdom now."
Vea growled, but relented, knowing the pair of them were right. Her hands balled up at her sides, almost shaking from anger.
Kira held the door handle. He's bluffing. As if she’d believe him. She told herself, trying to will herself out of the door. But, they were just looking for an excuse to make me hold it longer… I barely got this break. She squeezed her thighs together. Her bladder ached wildly, all her pee weighing her down. A… and I don't know if I can hold it another couple of days, let alone however long she makes me wait.
"Fine." Kira huffed. She couldn't risk it. He reached down, grabbing the glass bottle of water.
Balvern reached beneath the counter, retrieving another. "Two now. Lest you'd like to continue on with holding your piss for the next few months."
She'd rather not, though she knew it would be a struggle to. The two bottles seemed suddenly bigger now that she'd have to drink them. Alas, they weren't going to get any smaller staring at them.
She took hold of the bottle. Her hand trembled, her body almost trying to will herself away from the liquid. The strength waned from her hand, yet she forced it up, placing the lip of the bottle in her mouth. She tipped the bottle back, taking large gulps. Every mouthful of water made her bladder tighten and tremble, pushing against her corset. Her heart raced and her legs shook, though she kept them apart. Both her hands shook, both struggling not to tear her dress apart and stick her hand into her panties.
The bottle made little glugs with every mouthful, though she could feel the bottle getting lighter. Kira took a few more swigs, finishing off the bottle. She slammed it on the table, taking a few deep breaths. Gods… A hand moved to her stomach. Her stomach felt tight, her belly quickly filling with the excess water. It weighed down on her bladder, only making her desperation worse.
She sat the empty bottle down, turning her attention to the filled one. Without hesitation, she took the other into her hand and started gulping it down, not wanting to give the insidious elf any more of a show than he was already getting. She tried to keep her face expressionless, though it was becoming difficult, what with her stomach and her bladder giving her cramps and aches simultaneously.
She guzzled down the cool water, braving through both her need to pee and her ever-filling stomach. Her throat clenched, her body almost refusing the excess liquids being shoved into her, but she couldn't give in! Only a little more!
Finally, mercifully, she gulped down the last bit of water, panting quietly as she sat the bottle down. A wave of nausea hit here as she looked back up to Balvern, wearing a smug smile. "Very good, little mouse. You've earned your keep." He reached beneath the counter and grabbed a bottle of wine and a loaf.of bread, setting them in front of her. She shot a hateful look up at him, with such ferocity that she almost expected to immolate him.
And you'll have earned yours when the time comes, traitor. She cursed him internally, though she held her tongue. A wave of nausea hit her suddenly, the final few gulps of water hitting her stomach. Both her bladder and her stomach felt as hard as a rock.
"Thank you. We really should be on our way." Vea said, somehow managing a calm tone through her bared teeth.
"Aye. Try not to burst before you reach The Valley." He grinned. Vea quickly took hold of the items, turning away and stepping to the door. Kira followed behind her without another word
Vea quickly grabbed them, turning away and taking Kira by her wrist. Without another word, the pair rushed out into the world the steps. Vea slammed the door behind them, walking back down the path and towards the carriage.
"That hypocritical, lying, treasonous bastard!" She huffed beneath her breath, stomping her way back to the carriage. "I should've struck down the fool when I had the chance, consequences be damned!"
Kira barely kept up with her pace, a bladder and a belly full of liquids weighing her down.
"If he thinks that I'll sit impotently by and allow him to disrespect you, he's surely mistaken! He will regret this, that I can guarantee!”
"Ve-a! Slow down!" She pressed her hand into the lap of her dress. Very improper, but she felt she'd burst if she didn't.
Vea slowed as they neared the carriage, thankfully giving Kira’s bladder a chance to rest. She slowly hobbled over to the door, resting on the steps up to it. She turned back to her, lowering her head. “Forgive my anger, my queen. The bastard got the better of me.”
“No need. That vile man deserved it.” She said, her voice waning in strength as she slowly hobbled over to the carriage. Each step felt like a challenge, only adding to her pained bladder’s plight to keep its contents contained. It throbbed wildly, sending both hands between her legs. Vea quickly stepped in front of her, shielding her from any wondering eyes.
“My stomach…” She plopped down on the steps into the cabin, hissing quietly as both her bladder and her stomach’s waters sloshed around inside of her. God’s, she would be glad once she made it back to The Valley.
“He won’t get away with it, that I can assure you of.” Vea swore, reaching over Kira and cracking the door to the cabin open. “We shouldn’t stay here any longer, we need to be near River Malios by nightfall.” She helped Kira stand, pushing her up into the cart. “Then, Gods willing, it should only be a day’s ride back to The Valley, perhaps less.”
“We can hope.”
Vea sat the supplies down beside her, Kira barely managing not to squirm in front of her adviser and protector. She prayed the Gods would be willing to let them get there that easily, though she didn’t expect it to play out that way. |
This started off as a little request for a friend and kind of spiralled into this. If ya'll like it I might continue it!
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The great Ember stirred from her sleep... she had been lying within the mountain cave for some two thousand years, dreaming and peaceful. Though, the last few centuries had been somewhat turbulent, with occasional squirming and moaning, that eventually became constant, and an endless sea of vivid, erotic dreams. In her mind she was teased and pleasured by a dozen lovers, and never allowed to reach her climax. Her pent up arousal had built up as the magma beneath the earth would before a volcano erupts. In a similar fashion, the many dozens of lakes she had consumed before her long rest had now filtered into her gargantuan bladder, forming a bulge in her lower stomach the size of a large swimming pool, and with ten times the volume of liquids compressed within; yellow, steaming and frothing angrily for release.
Amongst the sexual frustration of her long dreams had come splashes of bathroom urgency, she dreamed of the sea coming to destroy the world, and only she could save it by consuming every last drop. She dreamt that the sea was angry, taking the form of a beautiful water nymph contained inside her cavernous fluid tankard, and that she was violently pummelling her pussy for escape from piss prison. Her crotch was the size of house, and it throbbed with need throughout this all, clenching rhythmically in her sleep, pulsing in time with her heart. It was near her time to awaken...
Finally, when the time had come for this curvaceous creature to wake, her massive thighs came together to squeeze her lower muscles, she shivered in urgency to create her yellow lake, and to settle the tightly wound heat within her. When her eyes opened, Ember took in her surroundings, the same old cave she’d rested in all those millennia ago. It was home, deep within a mountainside, and she felt refreshed from the rest. One mighty claw moved to her dragoness womanhood, teasing the slick, puffy lips with her fingers and cooing softly at the sensations of pleasure that tingled up her wide hips, her truly vast rear end wiggling her thick tail. An oozing trickle of her liquid lust made her inner thighs sticky, and she grunted, tensing her face, when a sharp pulse of piss need shook her bladder walls.The hot contents of her cavernous container were threatening to spew forth, spraying haphazardly around and flooding her lair.
Ember held it in, corking herself with her will. She rolled, gently onto her back, and brought her over palm down to massage the firm swell of her lower stomach; her distended bladder. She could feel it quivering beneath her touch like a frightened deer, but she attempted to sooth it, shushing it and its protests for relief. “Soon...” she breathed, her voice heavy and soft; husky and dripping with arousal. There was a giant lake right outside her cave, it had served as her bathroom for eons; a river flowed down into it and another out of it again, meaning the water was constantly filtered and made fresh. Often she used it to bathe, but those rare times when she required a piss it would take but a few months for the urine to have filtered out completely. Given that she often felt no urge at all until at least a hundred years after her last release, this was plenty of time for it to make itself useful as her personal toilet.
With the knowledge that relief was close at hand, she had nothing to fear, so decided to enjoy her incredible fullness a while longer. Perhaps using it to bring about the climax she craved almost as dearly as the enormous leak wanted to be taken. The palm on her bladder pressed down firmly, causing her to grunt heavily and whine to herself, her pussy ached and spasmed with desire, hungry for her huge fingers. She gave them to her. Though they were clawed, she had long-since filed them down, not requiring them for defence any longer now that the ancient ages had passed and no creature alive existed to threaten her. The huge fingers reached deep within the clenching caverns of her vagina, her lower palm now grinding against her stiffened clitoris and moist labia.
Ember found the rock hard pressing of her bladder inside herself and began to grind her fingers against it, sending shivers of desperation down her spine. Her hind legs rose up as she felt the orgasm that was several millennia overdue building at last. Her truly huge, jiggling ass cheeks were on display, and her rear end wobbled as her tail bounced gently beneath it. She wanted it to last, but the pleasure of her urine crushing down on her g-spot was enough to make her scream; it was all she could do to avoid cumming instantly when her fingers had entered. So, as she continued to crush her boiling ocean from within, massage her sparking clit, and mash her palm against her engorged lower lips, Ember knew that the inevitable would soon come at last.
She gasped loudly, a booming noise, and then began to grunt, buck her hips and cry out. Smoke puffed from her snout as the brimstone within her boiled as hot as her piss. Her moans were so loud that the whole mountain shook. It was just as the beautiful beast was on the verge of an earth shattering climax, that she heard the screams.
Freezing in place, Ember’s impeccable hearing perked up, and the sound of distressed humans was obvious. Frowning, having not recalled any human settlements near her when she’d slept; she cursed herself for not checking. Her bladder took this moment to demand release, and she cringed, withdrawing her fingers and using them to plug up her puckered piss hole, which itself was the size of a house.
The ancient dragoness clenched with all her limitless might, and struggled to rise to her feet, spreading her aching wings and attempting to make her way out of the cave, only lead to a powerful slosh as her ocean of urine shifted inside her. The mass of hot, angrily boiling piss was vast, even for someone of her size. She whined softly, her face flushed, as the pressure of her bladder only intensified her arousal, and yet more of her juices made her plump thighs all sticky. The pressure of her bladder was significantly worse now, especially when combined with the how tortuously close she’d come to fulfilling her most animalistic of needs.
Ember finally made her way out of her cave, the morning air making her shiver, and her muscles tremble. Casting her gorgeous, orange eyes down, she was stunned and frozen in shock. Where before had been her personal lake for relief and refreshment, there was now dry land, and a large, bustling village of humans. They had heard her moans as roars, and the shaking mountain was seen as evidence of her fury. Their legends had long told of a terrible dragon that would bring forth a steaming, burning, yellow blaze of destruction, and they believed their time had come. Ember had no way to communicate with these people, so she decided only to leave, to fly away to some new place with a new ocean, far from people. Somewhere she could live in peace, pleasure herself, and water the flowers in privacy.
Her wings were curled up from her rest, cramped and asleep, but she gently forced them to open, stretching wide on her hind legs briefly. All of this caused her a cacophony of sloshing, splashing sound; it felt if a tsunami had struck her insides, and in truth it had. Ember, wings outstretched, froze in place and closed her eyes, a grunt echoing loudly across the valley. Her teeth bared and clenched, her thighs shook and caused tremors to disturb the mountain once more, and the cries of the humans increased. She must have been about to unleash the awful burning heat that would destroy their homes and lives, surely!
Unbeknownst to them, Ember was using all her mighty muscles to avoid this.
Oh, how badly she wanted to piss now! How much the pressure was causing her loins to burn with desire! How she wanted to just lift one of her mighty, meaty hind legs and let rip a thunderous waterfall of hot piss right now; like the world's largest dog in the world's hottest heat. She wanted to piss her mind away, and then grind her aching pussy on the mountain’s surface until she came as hard as anything had cum before. Calling out and spraying her fluids of pleasure and pressure far and wide. Yet she knew that a good, and proud Dragoness, would never piss where men might see, where anyone might see. She would fly to the oceans, to the most isolated parts of the world and only then would she release herself. The journey would take some days, but she could hold it.
A dragon can hold her piss forever if need be, and Ember was the strongest dragon of them all.
Only, now she didn’t feel like a dragon; she felt like a puppy, a bursting bitch clawing at the door to be let out, to find a nearby tree a-and... no. She was strong. She would not piss, not yet. A dragon never pisses. As she repeated this and similar mantras in her mind, she spread her wings and, with a hefty swoosh, took to the air. Deep within, her bladder sloshed with a noise like thunder, and the people cried and held their loved ones close. Ember paid them no mind, and hurried away from the city, out beyond them and into the distance. She was a swift flyer, even with all this extra weight to keep her from her usual altitude, yet it mattered not. Settling in for the short, few-day-flight to relief, she forced her mind to leave her bladder for now. Not entirely successfully, as her horny brain kept reminding her how full she was, even fuller than typically after such a sleep, and how erotic the stretching feeling was. With every stroke of her wings, the fluids inside her swirled up and down, crashing into the top and bottom of her absurdly wide bladder walls, bulging either her stomach slightly further outwards, or making contact with the rest of her internals and squishing them for extra space. Ember’s payload was truly gargantuan, and she couldn’t help leaking frequent quantities of natural lubrication down onto the hills and valleys bellow her.
What didn’t help at all were the rains that soon started. Gentle enough at first, then high powered winds that smashed against her and slowed her forward progress. The clouds grew heavy and grey with moisture, and when they could hold it no longer it was unleashed on the countryside. Each tiny droplet was like a stinging spark of electricity to Ember, shooting through her body and focusing in on the mass of conductive, pent up piddle inside her abdomen. She squirmed in the air, slowing her flight even more and causing her to drop down lower from the clouds and their terrible, gushing sounds. Though it wasn’t easy, Ember managed to adjust to this noise, letting the pitter-patter of raindrops become like background static. The feeling of the droplets on her scales was harder to ignore, or picture as anything but what it was, yet she managed to settle the revolting of her bladder by again maintaining her mantra, this time cooing it to herself as if it were a prayer.
“Dragons don’t piss. Dragons never piss. I do not need to piss. I could hold forever if I wanted. I can wait as long as it takes. Dragons don’t piss.”
This worked for a time.
After about five miles of distance, she came across a huge body of water within a stone structure. Ember now realised how her relief had gone away; the humans had constructed an impressive dam to hold the water at bay and open the lands up for settling. Despite the inconvenience this had caused her by delaying her comfort, she found herself impressed by the little creatures. They always found new ways to make use of the lands, and bring Mother Nature to heel. Ember was reflected on how alike the structure was her own privates now; a solid wall that valiantly held back the will of nature and of water, containing thousands of gallons of furious water. One of her many dreams returned to her, that of the terrible water Nymph she had drank and held prisoner. Her wings shuddered with the rest of her.
The dam had almost passed her by, when her enhanced vision spotted something alarming. There was a crack, a crack forming in the stone. One here, another elsewhere, and at once they were all about! Ember stopped where she was, keeping herself in the air, and brought her front legs to her mouth in a gasp. The dam was shuddering under the weight of something, but what?
The rain!
Realisation came as strong as and as forceful as the waves did to the walls of the human creation. The torrential rainfall had caused a build up in the water, and perhaps caused by some random strike of lightning, or a rouge gust of wind, a terrible series of waves had formed inside the contained lake. The battering of these waves had not been planned for by whoever built this dam, and it was coming crumbling down. It was with horror that Ember realised the people of the town would literally be washed away by this flood; their doom! It was her duty as a greater being, an older being, to prevent this. In searching her mind, she closed her eyes and groaned, heavily, inwardly, as she realised the only thing she could do to save them. It was going to be painful, but she must.
Ember would have to drink it all.
Just as the benevolent beast had mentally prepared herself for this task, the dam suddenly burst! The water sent the stone wall exploding in all directions, crumbling it to dust beneath its force and flooding down the valleys, heading directly for the village as her personal lake once had. Ember wasted no time, closing her mind and her nerves to the pain in her bladder from the sound, the sight, and now the sudden movement; she soared through the air at top speed to catch the flood.
It took about two miles for her to catch up, and by then the village was in sight! The people who had been celebrating the falseness of their prophesied demise, and the departure of the dragon, were suddenly thrown into hysteria again as they saw both her, and the waves, approaching. By now, Ember was ahead of the water, and had only to find some way to direct it into her jaws. She got ahead of it and landed only a mile from the people, her back to them, facing the hurtling, exponentially accelerating water. Her brow lowered, her eyes narrowed, and with a mighty deep breath she unleashed a great wave of fire which reduced the hills either side of her to molten lava. Once done, her wings spread out and cupped this magma, unharmed by its heat, then shifted the masses into a sort of funnel shape, directing all the water towards her face.
Finally, she took a deep breath, blowing the rock until it started to harden once more. She opened her jaws as wide as she could and prepared herself, her stomach, and her poor bladder for the impact.
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Part two ya'll! Thanks for all the enthusiasm and kind words! ❤️
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The first gulps weren’t easy, but things only got worse. Despite her size, Ember felt every millilitre of the rushing liquid as it entered her stomach. She felt her belly slosh and swell as the thousands of gallons of furious fluids found their way inside her, having broken free of one dam only to find themselves trapped within another. Ember began to feel lightheaded as the gush of river down her throat continued for what felt like hours, but in truth was over in a matter of minutes.
The flow didn’t dither, it had fired with such pressure that it stopped all at once, leaving this ancient beauty with cheeks full of those final gallons. A heavy swallow was followed by an exasperated sigh. Ember moved into a sitting position, shaking the ground around her and making noises that only a vast cavern of contained liquids could. She panted for breath, trying to comprehend the sheer mass of water inside her now; her stomach was painfully bloated, crushing her already engorged bladder and causing the poor dragon to writhe and slosh in agony for a moment, her vast thighs coming together and grinding against one another.
All the while, as she sat there and squirmed, stifling a belch as best she could, the roar of the townsfolk rose up around her. Her neck craned behind her, and she could see every man, woman and child outside their homes cheering, whooping and hollering for their saviour. It was all she could do but blush as she felt a thousand eyes on her positively spherical gut, which stuck out so ostentatiously that the bulge of her bladder was forgotten. Ember had the grace to feel some embarrassment at this attention, but as the people began to crowd her, reaching to praise her iron stomach, her deep seeded arousal resurfaced and had her biting her bottom lip at the words. By the time she had shifted to face them, much to the discomfort of her bladder and bloated stomach, the townsfolk had already seemed to erupt into a festival in her honour. She could see children running around, arms spread as if they were speeding mimics of her, and parents looking on in pride as they sew quilts of her likeness, and regaled in bards crafting songs of the heroism she’d displayed.
They called her the Dragon with The Iron Gut, the one who had swallowed an ocean rather than see it harm their village. While the title was crude, it was flattering nonetheless, and the thought of them praising her body only increased her exhibitionist arousal.
Yet, the realisation of the consequence of this victory slowly dawned on Ember. Looking down at her distended belly, she pictured the river she’d swallowed tainted a burning yellow as it poured without mercy into her already packed piss tank. It was enough to make her piss hole quiver in fear, and she felt a shiver or urgency pulse through her as her kidneys seemed in a hurry to expel this vast quantity of liquid from her stomach to her bladder. Gently, moaning subtly as she did, the mighty beast raised her plump hind legs and rear from the ground on which it sat, she lifted her tail and turned from the town, ready to spread her wings and leave. Her quest for relief was far from over, and with this ticking time bomb of soon to be urine expanding her midsection, she knew her flying would only be slower and more painful than before.
The thought filled her with dread, almost as full as her abdomen felt already, and she placed one clawed front leg upon her firm, lower belly. She massaged it as if it were a painful swell, trying to help the throbbing, burning agony subside, but she knew deep down that the only thing that could help her now was a ferocious, steaming piss that would tear through soil and stone alike if unleashed here. Finding an ocean was her only hope, and she knew it would take time. With a flap of her wings, she felt her body begin to take flight… before the cries of the townsfolk came up behind her.
Time works differently for near immortal creatures such as dragons, and as such a moment of hesitation and thought can sometimes take hours. This was obviously the case now, as when Ember turned to the village she saw the celebration of her great deed had already been prepared and started. There were floats of her carried by a parade of people who all sung the songs that had been crafted of her might and her bravery. The decorations aimed to tell the story of the day, with fountains gushing thick streams of water into sculptures of her mouth, without end. This sight made her bladder squirm, but she began to feel guilty about leaving them when all this effort had been made.
Her wings came down, she turned to face them and put on a smile to the thunderous applause of the people. “I can wait…” she told herself, controlling her breathing in an attempt to keep her cool and confidence. “W-What’s a few more days for a dragon anyway? Dragons don’t piss. I could hold forever if I wished. Dragons never piss.”
Hours trickled by as the flood she’d consumed was converted into gallons by the hundreds of aching hot dragon piss. Despite the joy she saw bellow and around her in the parades, the dances, the singing and the feasting, Ember had to fight to keep the pictures of these people drowning and boiling alive inside a terrible, steaming, stinking, dark yellow flood. There was a mixture of shame and of arousal in these fantasies; for whatever reason the idea that her mighty pussy lips withheld the doom of these people and their history was making her twitch and drip with lust. She groaned inwardly at a combination wave of urinary urgency and yearning hit her. Desires to lift one leg and proudly end the lives of so many people were cracking her facade of confidence, and the dreams that broke through were of inserting four fingers into her hungry dragonhood, or grinding the nearest mountain to dust with her clit as hard as diamond. The piss and orgasm she’d experience made her want to tear up, such was the longing, but she told herself to remain strong, to remain brave, and that the celebrations would be over soon. Besides… holding it in was only putting more pressure on her g-spot, and the build up of piss would only make her eventual release that more delightful.
As night fell on this first day of the festival, she saw many of the villagers refused to sleep, instead choosing to stay up deep into the night drinking and cheering and laughing together. It was a pleasant sight, to be truthful, but she wished the decorations didn’t rely so strongly on flowing water and drinking it. There were numerous floats of her form filling with water, a play in which a group of water dancers had made hissing sounds and rushed for a model of the town, before a group of actors in a dragon suit had arrived to defeat them. There were carnival games in which children had to use different wooden pipes to direct and nosily trickling flow of water into the wooden carving of Ember at the base. Even the cups that the alcohol or sweet fruit punch was served from were made in her likeness, which she had somewhat mixed feelings about regardless. Still, as long as the liquids inside the real her remained there, she knew that there wasn’t anything to worry about.
By now some half of the river she’d consumed had found it’s way into her cavernous bladder, stretched taut with near four thousand gallons of additional piss to contain. She hadn’t uncrossed her legs for the last five hours, and the urges came stronger and stronger than the last. What she had once considered a bad spike of desperation was now the normal, and what was once an unimaginable need had become reality when the cramps came. Ember was calm, however, for she wasn’t in any extreme pain, no more than before anyway, she was merely feeling an intense urgency to urinate, and such a desire could be suppressed. She distracted her drowning mind with kinky fantasies. Thoughts of being made to hold in such a flood by a suitable mate. Dragons lived mostly solitary lives, though in such a long lifespan there were times when two would meet and enjoy each other’s company. She pictured the male she had known some dozen centuries ago, this huge, mighty, dark red scaled monster who had dominated her as she had never been before. Thinking of his reproduction device grinding and stabbing deep inside her thirsty, plump pussy lips was enough to make her dizzy now.
One very drunk human approached her, he held out a huge cup of sweet wine, at least a gallon, and smiled up at her. It took only a moment for her to realise he wanted her to drink it. While the thought of additional fluids was the final one she wanted to contemplate, she knew such a small amount would pose no difference, even if it’s alcohol contents would act as a diuretic. Besides, these people were so cute, and it was kind that he would offer what was obviously an expensive amount of wine up to her as thanks. She nodded gently, then reached down to accept the cup, tipping it down her maw in an instant and placing the empty container on the ground.
The villager cheered and hurried off, and Ember smiled to herself for a moment… before she heard a crowd of excited shouts from bellow. To her shock there were another twenty, maybe even thirty, townsfolk holding up the same large cup’s worth of wine for her. She gulped, realising what she had started, but figured their interest in this form of ‘offerings’ would end before too long.
It didn’t.
After an hour, Ember had gulped down at least three hundred gallons of wine, so much so that the diuretic affect was actually impacting the remaining quantities of river water inside her, causing it to gush with renewed speed from her stomach, to kidneys, to cramping and distended bladder. The organ was an aching, stinging, pulsing balloon of dark yellow now, and she was fidgeting nervously with every new crowd of people who approached with liquid gifts for her. Eventually it came to an end, but only after she had drunk what seemed to be the entire town’s supply of wine, with the huge tankard they had poured each cup from now being empty. The pouring hadn’t helped her urges either, almost being as potent as the act of swallowing those cups by the dozen had been, so Ember sighed in faint relief that both had ended at last.
The people marvelled at the empty tankard, and cheered for her once more, amazed at her capacity and her thirst. Cries of her Iron Gut filled the air and sent erotic tingles down her spine and tail. The thunder of applause was enough to cause the vast mass of urine inside her to ripple like the water in a glass would in an earthquake. She could have sworn she’d even heard a few cries of “Capacity Queen!” or even “Bladder Behemoth!” These only pushed her buttons further, and reminded her of her strategy of using erotic fantasy to pass the time.
As the now tired crowds dispersed, calming down and heading for a very late bed, Ember closed her eyes and moaned to herself softly. She felt a sharp surge of piss pressure shoot through her, and she clenched her lower lips tightly, squirming her thighs against one another. Her imagination flowered with images of that same male, but now he was standing over her as she squirmed and begged to be allowed to relieve herself. He would squeeze her bladder, tease her with hissing, splashing noises, with words alluding to pissing her mind away, and how wonderful it would feel… but when she pleaded with him, gasped to be allowed a hot, steaming piss, he would tut at her, shake his head, and tell her simply…
“You cannot piss. You will not piss. A wonderful, strong, sexy dragoness would never even think of pissing. It is your hoard. Your golden hoard. You must keep it within you always.”
“B-But… the flood is coming, the yellow, burning agony! It’s scolding my insides and boiling so loudly I can hear it in my dreams! Oh! How long must I-I contain such pressure!?” Ember would cry, holding her crotch with both front claws and rocking back and forth on her mighty rear end.
He would smile at her, with eyes full of empathy, but with lust and with sternness. “Why, you must hold it forever my dear. Forever. Forever… Forever… She can hold it forever. She can hold it forever…”
Embers eyes snapped wide as the voices carried over from her day dream to reality. She looked down and saw two groups of humans shouting back and forth at each other. “She can hold it forever!” one member of the first group cried.
“She’s already bursting, just look at her!” someone from the other group replied, gesturing wildly towards Ember.
It was at this stage that the dragon flushed a deep red and removed her hands from her crotch, having not realised she had let herself get so carried away with her fantasies. She squirmed a little and sat still, her eyes bugged out as she realised the complete mass of the river had now settled itself into her bladder, and was still intent on completing its mission to flood this town. A grunt slipped from her maw, and she kept her massive thighs grinding together, her tail twitching and her pussy plump and throbbing with desperation.
“The Dragon has a bladder of obsidian! She could drink twice as much and wait for years without a single drop of piss releasing! Dragons don’t piss!”
The two groups that had formed seemed to be preaching opposite ideologies. The ones defending her held the banners and celebratory icons of the day’s festival, while the others were dressed in yellow, with images of… ugh… images of her form releasing a torrent of deadly urine upon the town. A member of this doom-preaching side spoke up.
“The prophecy was never wrong!” He cried “The burning heat that would destroy our way of life! It was never the flood, for the flood was not burning! The true flood is the one of dark, steaming yellow that this beast will let end us all!”
It was now that Ember decided it was best to leave. While his words were hurtful, the human was right. If she stayed much longer, the town and its people would be flooded in her waste fluids. She turned while the crowd was distracted by their heated debate, and spread her wings once more. With a mighty swing she expected her body to rise from the ground… but it didn’t. No matter how hard she flapped them, causing great winds which got the attention of the crowd at last, she couldn’t get her body off the ground. Her gaze went to her grotesquely swollen abdomen, containing a bladder of near ten thousand gallons of angry, impatient piddle. Its weight was like a mountain inside her gut, and with horror she realised it had made her far too heavy to fly.
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That's all I've got for the time being. I think the next part will be the finale!
I hope you enjoyed! ❤️ |
I am a hardcore Romione shipper and hence the title. This is an experiment. I had this idea of fanfiction for a while. If you like this one, I will provide further sequels. Thanks for reading this.
Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley studied at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry along with their best friend Harry Potter. From the very first day when they met both Hermione and Ron had a quite a love-hate relationship. As Hermione was miffed and quite rightly so by Ron's reference to her as a "know it all" she wanted to hate him , even when she knew he was right. Hermione was an emotional mess and went to the Girl's lavatory to grieve and to save herself from further embarrassment. Ron, though did not mean to hurt Hermione, he was quite hurt by her implications about him not being competent enough at magic, in professor Flitwick's Charms class. He felt bad enough for her to enquire about her whereabouts to their housemates. He felt particularly bad when Parvati Patil told them that she was crying in the Girl's lavatory and wouldn't come out of there. Matters didn't help when professor Quirell announced them about having been invaded by a troll who was at the moment residing in the dungeons. In midst of the commotion, Harry and Ron went looking for Hermione to warn her about the potential danger and to have her return to the Gryffindor tower safely. It was then, that they became aware of the troll heading towards the girl's lavatory, and that Hermione's life was in mortal danger. Ron was terrified that it was due to him that another housemate's life was in danger. By the moment both the boys had located Hermione, the troll was already in there. It terrified Hermione so much so that her bladder control slipped and she started soaking her underwear. Afterwards she was quite ashamed that she had wet herself like a toddler. But among all these Ron had found a new found respect for her, for not only being brave but also lying to professor McGonagall to save their skins. From next day Hermione had become friends with Harry and Ron. Amidst all the commotion her wetting accident was forgotten among themselves.
Even without the presence of Harry both Ron and Hermione got along very well. I suspect that the troll incident had brought about a new dynamic among them. Hermione reverred Ron for him being able to use the appropriate charm in the need and Ron being awed by Hermione's loyalty and bravery. One night after studying with both Harry and Ron, Hermione was feeling stressed, Ron cracked up by telling some jokes about his brothers and both Harry and Hermione started laughing and suddenly Hermione felt a small trickle of her wee hitting her panties. She almost stopped laughing but continued when she had a better control on her bladder. Even though she had not told any of her friends about her little accident, she inwardly felt humiliated for having accidents which only toddlers would have. That night she had a bedwetting accident. Next morning she was feeling down due to her previous nocturnal accidents, Ron tried to cheer her up by making some funny remarks about that day's breakfast. Ron's articulate remarks never failed to bring a genuine and warm smile on Hermione's face and this was no exception. Continuing to giggle Hermione almost forgot about her nightmarish bedwetting accident.
That year was a very dramatic one. Hermione's bladder control was terrible and her friendship with Ron strengthened and she feared that if he knew about her nasty problem he would stop being friends with her. Though Harry was also present his friendship didn't feel like Ron's to her. Though losing Harry as a friend will hurt her terribly but losing Ron as her friend will hurt her more. And her precocious mind couldn't find an explanation to this bizarre conclusion. And Hermione had spent many nights in the terror of losing either of her friends due to her poor bladder control problems. And she had cried many times, fearing that Ron (Harry) will know about her dirty little secret. Ron and Harry were the first real friends Hermione ever had and she would never do anything jeopardise their friendship. She still had not found her subconscious attraction towards Ron. Meanwhile, Ron was having dreams involving Hermione and he felt strangely attracted towards her. He felt himself getting more close and comfortable with her. While his friendship with Harry was brother like he could not categorise his friendship with Hermione. Also, he started noticing that his letters home were more littered with Hermione' annoying habits or her more endearing prospects and his mother Mrs. Weasley would smile knowingly in her solitude as she would reminiscence about her confused feelings about certain red-headed boy who had now gone bald. More Ron started pondering about Hermione more he would be awed by this wonderful girl, which was not obvious to the outsiders. Many a times he thought if Harry felt same about Hermione and he would be surprised to notice that he would get unnaturally angry.
Philosopher's stone had provoked Hermione's thirst for knowledge and she spent more time at the library that in the Gryffindor common room. One night when she was hypnotised by a very old manuscript written by Albus Dumbledore himself, she forgot about her filling bladder. By the time she was aware of her problem, it was almost out of her hand. She left the library in a hurry towards the Girl's lavatory. Her almost running like stature resulted in a few dribbles in her panties before she got to the toilet. As soon as she entered the stall she yanked down her panties in a hurry and sat on the bowl. She was so desperate that she did not even lock her stall. By the end of her urination she locked her stall door and examined her panties. Her brown panties had a darkened damp patch at her gusset and a few trickles had run down her legs. Grabbing a bunch of toilet paper, she started to dry her panties and her legs and took another handful of it and folded it in the form of a pad and placed it carefully in her panties before drawing it up. Her pee accidents were now more on the side of leaks and less on the side of complete wettings and she found it helpful to hide it from her dormmates and her friends. Hermione had by then resorted to wear toilet papers in her panties to avoid changing her underwear every time she had an accident.
Hermione was angry. Even that would be an understatement. She was beyond angry. What the "bloody hell" was Ron thinking? It was all good and heroic for Ron to sacrifice himself. Afterall, Harry could not have saved the Philosopher's stone without his sacrifice but her selfish mind again overtook and she again resorted to being angry at him. Obviously she was not at all his priority or he would not sacrifice himself without even thinking about her. Even thinking about losing Ron had her panic attacks. Even in all this commotion her bladder become her limitation. All the running and screaming had not helped the matters at all. She knew it and prepared herself for it. She went for the thickest cotton panties and padded it with two layers of toilet papers and wore another pair of cotton panties over the first one to provide for maximum coverage and protection. It was not the best decision as she had started smelling of pee after some moments of leaking. Even Ron had complained smelling something pungent and "pishlike" to her after he woke from his concussion. She was fortunate that he fainted again and did not know it's origin. After taking Ron to hospital, she immediately took of her smelly undergarments and wore some fresh ones before visiting him and Harry at the hospital. She was saved for now.
The fanciful year came to an end. Harry, Ron and Hermione played Exploding snaps and Wizard's chess on their way to 9 3/4 station. At the station both Ron and Hermione were a bit sad for not meeting or seeing each other for such a long while and Ron promised both of them to write during their vacation. Mrs. Weasley watched her youngest son exchange longing glances with the girl with long curly and bushy brown hair. And smiled knowingly that her son still needed a few years to realise that he had fallen hard for his girl "friend".
The End |
I wrote this story, at a similar way, years ago, at experience project, maybe some of you know it.
At my youth i had a friend, he was immigrate from a country in east Europe. He had a sister, i liked her and especially her body. She was how i like girls, very slim, nearly thin, she had a super flat, structured stomach with prominent hip bones, slender, sharp legs and small, but firm breast and she had a strong bladder in her belly, sometimes it was bulging out of her abdomen.
I did like her, but she was more a girl for my body and for my co.…, than for my heard. We spendet time together, we fucked and we had fun.
I noticed that Mira, so was her name, that she never went to the loo, no matter how long we was together and no matter how much i made her to drink, she did not go.
Once we went to the cinema, it was early at the evening, as she said " i need to pee before we are going in, i have not since early morning."
I was hard at the moment, but it was disappointing, that she was going now. We went to the loo and there was a line in front of the Ladys.
She looked and said "i don`t care to wait for so long, i hold it, let`s go in." I was glad about it and hard again. One large coke for each of us, that will be good for her full bladder, i thought.
She did drink it all, but did not go to the loo after the film was over. We walked around in the city, had another drink at a kiosk and she still had not peed, she did not even say something about it.
Her bladder must be full to burst after holding it all day and drink so much, i was so aroused, i wanted to talk about it and so i asked "you needed to pee hours before and you still did not go, don`t you need anymore?"
"Sure i would need to pee, really bad, i think my bladder is big as a soccer ball, but i am good in holding, i am good trained" she answered.
Why is she good trained? Was she forced to hold it? Was she not allowed to pee? all that questions and the circumstance that she did not pee for more than 15 hours, made me horny.
I asked her why she is so good in holding and she told me, that in her country girls don`t have the equal right to pee, as boys.
A boy can go everywhere, but girls nearly nowhere, girls have to hold it. Nobody cares about the human needs of a girl, it is simply usual, that girl don´t pee.
She told me that there are many situations where girls can not go. For example, on a fishing boat, there are not many girls at fishing, but if, they can not pee all day long. They leave early at the morning and come back, late at the evening, this boats are small, they don`t have a loo, men and boys piss at the see and girls don`t pee all day. Nobody even aske a girl if she would need to pee too, girls don`t pee, they have to hold it, nobody cares about a girls hurting bladder.
She told me that she had the same situation, she worked at the summer holydays at the fields, there was a mixed group, men, woman, boys and girls.
Men and boys could pee everywhere, woman did pee too, but girls had to hold it all day long.
Mira`s brother told me some experiences where boys made girls hold at the field, i did write one at EP, maybe, i`ll write it here again.
There was more situations where the girls could not go. Her brother told me that there was summer festival´s, with music to dance, where you could get something to eat and something to drink, but there was no loos.
No problem for the boys, they pissed everywhere, but it was common, that the girls did not pee, girls should no even talk about it to their boyfriend they should ignore their urge until they was at home.
My friend told me that the boys did talk as well about it, some was proud of the girls ability to hold it for so long and at her strong bladder. One of the boys said that he pissed 3 times and his girl not even one time, he cant understand, how the girls do that, her bladder must be full to explode.
Sometimes started a kind competition between the boys, who`s girl is better at holding, the girls did not know about it.
But the best trained girl, can´t hold it forever, if girls are full to burst, they beg their boys to go home, they don´t tell him why, because a bursting bladder and her painful need to pee, would not be reason enough for the boy, to go home with her.
Some of the boys love it to make his girl hold, to fill the bladder of his girl up to her navel, the boy know as well why she wants to go home, but he say "just one hour and one more drink, than we go."
It would be a shame if the girl said that she could not hold her pee for so long. Girls have to hold it, girls don´t pee!
This was many years ago, maybe that is total different now?!
But now back to Mira, some weeks after the cinema, she told me that she needs a new passport and that she has to go to her home down. She asked me if i would bring her with my car to her down.
I did not want do, because the roads in east Europe was very bad and there was 2 borders, where you have to wait, sometimes for hours, so i said "no" she should go by bus.
She was sad about that and said that she would pay for it. She was a poor girl and i did not want to take money from her and than i had a Idee, i told her that i would bring her home and that i would not take any money from her, but she had to pay with her bladder.
She looked at me and said " i don´t understand what you mean."
"That is simple, you told me you are good in holding and that you have a strong bladder, i love that so much, i don´t take money from you, you pay with your bladder, you let me fill your bladder, you hold your pee for me, all day.
That means all day, you pee early at the morning before we leave and than you don´t pee all day, not even before bed, you go to sleep with your bladder full from the day.
In the morning we make love, full bladder sex feels so good, and than you can let it out. I think that will be a lot, after holding it for so long."
"I can´t endure that for so long" she answered.
"Sure, you can! Let us make a deal" i said.
The first part is coming soon. |
Pay with your bladder!
The day before i went with Mira to her down to get a new passport for her, she did stay overnight at my house.
We wanted to start early in the morning and we did not want to loose time to pick her up from her home.
We did get up in the morning and had a little breakfast. We were both nearly naked.
Mira did wear just a little white panty and i just speedos.
Mira had no regularly pee times.
Peeing was not the first she did after she did get up in the morning and not the last before she went to sleep.
Mira had her breakfast with her bladder full from the night.
It was really pity, that i could not use this for full bladder sex after breakfast, but it was time to go.
“Go and take a wee, it will be the last pee until tomorrow!“ i said „ press out your bladder until the last drop!“
“Don‘t tell me that, i am afraid that i can’t endure that for so long.“ she replied.
“What happens if i can’t hold it anymore?“she wanted to know.
“Don’t even think about that, you have to hold it, no matter what! It is our deal.“I said.
I was total aroused from our talk and from the imagination that she would hold her urine in her bladder until tomorrow.
I went with her to the loo and she did let me watch her how she pissed with a strong jet, really long.
“You have been pretty full!?“i said with admiration.
“Yes, i have been really full, i did not go before sleeping yesterday.“ she said.
Now it was much more pity that i did not use this situation, so much hot girl wee, useless pissed in a loo!
The only place where a girls wee should be, is in her bladder!
Mira was sitting beside me, it was summer, she had only two pieces of clothes on her super slim body, a thin, short summer dress and a little white panty, her feet were bare.
I pushed her dress up very high, so that i could see her wonderful, slim thighs, up to her panties.
I squeezed her thighs, i did caress her thighs, i was sliding with my right hand, from her knee up to panties, I „played „ with her panties, i pressed the fabric of her panties in her slit, i slipped her panties to the side and pushed my finger deep inside the girl.
This way and to think about what will happen the next 20 hours, made the time go very fast.
After we passed the first border, we stopped for a fast lunch.
We were ready at about 2 pm.
I did give Mira the key from my car and told her that she should wait in the car, while i go to the toilet.
Back in the car I asked her if she would need to go too and she answered „ i think that you was needing to go, before you went 5 minutes ago and i am feeling now the same urge as you did feel before.“
„All that what you pissed out some minutes ago, i am holding in my bladder, but that is it what you want, you like it that i need to go and that i am holding my full bladder!?“ she said.
“Yes i like that, i am loving it! I can’t get enough from it!“ i said , pushed her dress up, laid my hand on her nude belly and pressed on her bladder, until she moaned.
She crossed her slim, naked legs and did let me do it.
All the journey i had my right hand on the body of the girl, sometimes one or two fingers inside her.
It was not really much traffic and we did not have to wait long at the second border, so we did arrive early at about 7.30 pm in our hotel.
Before we went for a dinner, she stopped at the door, crossed her beautiful legs and said „I need to wee!“
“Yes, i know it and i love it!!“ i said and i told her that i can understand that she is needing it, because i would need to go a second time.
We had a dinner at the hotel.
I did not make her drink to much, because i wanted to make her hold until next day morning and i think nobody can hold it 24 hours and drink extra amount of liquids.
Miras bladder should have stayed full overnight!!
At about 10 pm we were back in our room.
We stripped our clothes till our undies and went together in the bathroom.
I went with her, because i did not wanted to animate her to cheating.
Mira was so near where she could piss her strong urge away, but she was not allowed to let it out.
“Please let me wee, i am needing it sooo bad !
“ Look at my belly, how big my bladder became, how it is bulging out of my abdomen.“ she said and did caress her bladder with her hand.
„I have been holding it for so long, let me wee, just one time and then i will hold it until we get home tomorrow evening.“ she was begging.
“Oh no, hold it back, you are doing it so good and i love it so much “ I said and i told her that i would need to go too really bad and that i would hold it with her for solidarity.
I did take my hand around her waist and was leading her to our bed.
I slipped her panties down, so that we were both totally naked.
She was lying on her left side and had her knees bending up to her chest.
I think she did it to give her bladder more room, to prevent that the stretched skin over her belly make extra pressure on her bladder from outside.
I was lying in the same way behind her, my cock was between her thighs and i pressed my abdomen hard against her firm ass, so hard that my urge to piss was getting really strong and that it was torture for my bladder.
I did love that and i did love to know that Miras urge must have been much stronger,
My right hand was on her belly and i could feel the roundness of her bladder.
I could not resist to press on it!
“That is not fair what you are doing, i absolutely can’t hold it if you push my bladder!“ she said.
I was so horny, i had to be carful not to cum, because i would have had mercy with her and would have let her wee after cumin.
I did stop all my activities, because i wanted that Mira would hold it until next morning.
A half hour later Mira whispered „I can’t sleep!“
“Why?“ I wanted to know.
“I can’t sleep, because i need to wee so bad!“ she answered.
“Try to sleep, if you are sleeping, you don’t feel the urge to wee.“ i said.
She could not sleep because she was needing to wee so bad and i could not sleep, because i did know that she was needing to wee so bad and that she did not go for so long.
She murmured something, but we did sleep some minutes later.
A little bit before 6 am, she wanted to get out of the bed.
I did stop her and asked „Where are you going?“
“There where i am needing to go since yesterday noon.“ she replied.
“Oh no, you will not go!“ i said „ your bladder has to pay two more hours!“
„You can’t get enough to torture me and my bladder!!?“ she said.
„Yes, i absolutely can’t get enough! I make you a offer, to pay alt extras with your bladder.“ i said.
I told her that she could pay the dinner, the hotel and all the extras, with her bladder, she just have to drink a large glass water and hold it until 8 am.
Her belly was swollen, the contours of her bladder was visible to see, she did need to wee like crazy, but she agreed.
One hour after the drink, her bladder was bulging up to her navel.
I was lying on her and pressed my full bladder against her bladder.
Unbelievable what this girl could endure .
I fucked her so hard, that she moaned from being horny and needing to wee so bad.
I could feel how she squeezed my cock, from tensing her muscles with all her power to keep her wee inside her.
After we were „ready „ i did lay one or two minutes exhaust on her, before she did get out of the bed.
She was standing beside the bed and i could see some drops of wee running down on her bare, slim legs.
She pressed her hand between her thighs, did hold on finger on her peephole and crossed her legs very tight.
She squatted down, with still one finger pressed on her peephole and waited before she could get up, to go to the bathroom.
Unbelievable how this girl was needing to wee, she walked with rubbing knees and her thighs pressed together.
She was sitting on the loo and nothing was coming out, it did take over a minute until started to piss full force.
I think that her sphincter was cramped from holding it for so long.
Mira told me that she never needed to wee so bad in her whole life and that she thought, that i would burst her bladder as i pressed her belly during i fucked her.
It was so painful, but so hot and so great, at the same time, she said.
After we have been at the office for her new passport, she told me that it would last about 3 weeks and that she has to come back to pick it up.
She asked me if i would go with her, she would pay the same way.
I told her that i would do it, but not the same way, a similar way.
She can wee at 8 pm the evening before, no morning pee and she would have to hold it until after dinner.
She will be not allowed to wee for 26 hours, but this will be another story. |
(Hey ya'll! This is my first time posting a story here so i'm really nervous. I hope it's enjoyable and acceptable!)
An empty bottle of champagne lays next to a half-empty bottle of wine. The laughs of the last two women in the bar ring out across the dim room.
“Alright, Alright” Z said breathlessly , placing a hand on Ladybird’s arm, “you about ready to head out?”
Ladybird shifts in her seat, looking towards the back of the bar, “yeah, I suppose so, but...maybe I should go to the bathroom first…”
“Tha bartender already cleaned it for tha night. It’s generous that we were even allowed ta stay this long, ya know?” Z stood up, throwing her coat on, “Tha hotel is only a 15 minute walk away, ya can make it that long, cant ya?”
Ladybird stood up unsteadily, stumbling and holding onto Z for balance, “m-maybe…”
Z threw her arm around Ladybird’s shoulder, “only maybe? How fun~”
Ladybird felt her full bladder sink down as she stood, the urge that had previously been a whisper now making itself loud and clear. She had been holding it since the start of the show, and now it had been quite a while and a few drinks later, but Z made a good point- it was too late now, right? She put her coat on and they both stumbled out into the night, the cold air hitting her and ramping up her desperation all the more. As they walked she tried to focus on the warmth of Z’s body, studying the bright red lips and emerald eyes that shone out brightly against her rich brown skin. She could feel the softness of her lips even though she wasn’t kissing her...yet… she knew she would soon, the alcohol making her unafraid, and desperate…
She felt her pussy throb, tingling with both her desperate need to pee and growing arousal. She felt her bladder spasm, stopping dead in her tracks as she felt her underwear getting slightly wet.
“F-fuck” she whispered.
Z looked down at her, “what is it?”
She crossed her legs tightly, “I...really need to pee”
A grin spread across Z’s face, “we could stop in an alleyway…”
Ladybird blushed deep, “absolutely NOT”
She took a deep breath and started walking again slowly, but, to her dismay, Z started pulling her forward,
“We better pick up the pace so ya don’t piss yerself” Z snickered.
Ladybird had to almost jog in order to keep up with Z, causing the contents of her over-full bladder to slosh around. The desperation and alcohol made her mind swim as she pictured all the various bad outcomes of her situation-
She stumbles and falls over, the shock of the fall causing her bladder to release its contents all over herself and the sidewalk, or,
She caves in and rushes into an alleyway, tearing down her stockings and underwear and pissing hard on the pavement as Z looks on with a grin, and naturally that’s when a person would walk back, or maybe a cop, and then everyone would be talking about the great jazz singer Ladybird was caught pissing in public like some kind of slut, dress rolled up so she was fully on display...
She felt a short spurt of pee coming out and her hand shot down, pressing against her throbbing pussy. Her crotch was damp, but whether that was from leaked pee or arousal was impossible to tell. It seemed shamelessly holding herself as she hurried along was the best option she had.
They finally reached the hotel and Ladybird felt her bladder spasm hard with the promise of incoming relief. She broke off from Z and started to run, pee leaking out of her and she bolted up the stairs and into the hallway. She reached the door and realized, with horror, that she didn’t have the key.
“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” she cursed, breathing hard, holding herself with both hands and pressing hard against her pussy, legs crossed. She leaned against the door and started rubbing herself slightly, which took the edge off her need but made her arousal all the worse. After a few hour-long minutes, Z strolled up the stairs and down the hall, hotel room key in her hand,
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Z smirked.
“P-please…” Ladybird stammered.
“Please?!” Z exclaimed with mock confusion, “please what?”
“please let me into the room” Ladybird begged, trying to keep from panicking.
“Oh? Why should I?” Z asked, leaning in towards her.
“B-because!”
“Because why?”
“Because I really really really need to pee!!” Ladybird exclaimed, finally, heart pounding.
“Ya do?! I had no idea!” Z had a wicked look in her eye, stepping close to her and running her hand over Ladybird’s stomach down to her crotch where her hands were desperately attempting to hold back the tide.
“May I feel?” Z whispered.
Ladybird noded, carefully and slowly removing her hands in place of Z’s. She shivered as she felt Z’s fingers press against her damp underwear, and started to desperately grind against her.
But it wasn’t enough.
“Z-Z Please… I-I-I can’t…”
She felt herself fall backwards as Z opened the door, a large spurt of pee gushing out of her as she caught herself, stumbling a few steps into the room, managing to barely make it into the bathroom before the floodgates burst open. Hot pee gushed out of her, some streaming down her slender legs and some pouring straight from her pussy onto the floor in a single stream. She felt her legs grow weak as relief rushed over her, tossing her head back and letting out a noise halfway between a sigh and a moan. There was no way to stop the flow, and at this point she didn’t even want to. She peed for what felt like years, head still spinning as the stream lightened and finally stopped.
“Oh you DIRTY GIRL!” Z exclaimed, snapping Ladybird out of her high.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, a desperation of a different kind overwhelming her,
She talked in a higher pitch than usual “i-i couldn’t hold it~”
Z looked her up and down, “look at yerself- yer completely soaked!”
Ladybird looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, seeing the full extent of the damage. Her stockings, panties, and some of her dress were completely soaked, though luckily she had managed to kick her shoes off in her rush the the bathroom.
“Well, we oughta get ya cleaned up then, shouldn’t we?” Z said.
“Mmm-hmm” Ladybird agreed, peeling off her wet clothes to reveal her smooth, slender body. She stepped into the shower, glancing at Z.
“Are you going to help me~? I clearly need it.”
Z grinned wide, throwing off her own clothes, “ya CLEARLY do.”
Before she knew it Ladybird was pinned against the shower wall, hot water falling on her nude ebony body as Z’s soft lips pressed against hers, her tongue deep in her mouth. Z slid one of her hands down to Ladybird’s soaking wet pussy, her fingers gently rubbing her clit. Ladybird let out a moan, using her now free hand to grab one of Z’s large breasts, squeezing it firmly. Z let out something of a purr and started rubbing Ladybird’s clit faster while kissing and sucking on her neck. Ladybird moaned somewhat loudly, grinding against Z’s hand. She felt her pussy tingle and throb, and realized it was more than just Z’s doing.
“Z-Z?” She moaned,
“What is it, my dirty little bird?” Z asked before kissing her neck again.
“I...I still need to pee.” Ladybird blushed deeply.
“Then let it out~” Z cooed as she stopped rubbing Ladybird’s clit,her hand simply resting against her pussy “let it all out, sweetheart~”
She relaxed and in a few moments more hot pee was streaming out of her and onto Z’s hand, mixing with the hot water from the shower. Ladybird let out a moan as Z started rubbing her clit again, using her other hand to slip a few fingers into Ladybird’s desperate and soaking wet pussy. It was only a little while after that that Ladybird came hard, moaning loudly as her pussy pulsed. She leaned against the wall, hardly able to stand, breathing hard as Z turned off the shower.
Z stepped out and grabbed a towel for herself, holding another one out to Ladybird. “Well then, how about I give ya a little while to recover and then ya come to bed and return the favor?”
Ladybird reached out and took the towel, breathing hard, “gladly.” |
Maisy felt herself getting nervous.
The bus transporting herself and 25 other high school classmates was still stopped in traffic on a long expanse of highway. Their bus driver had confirmed that there was a large accident up ahead. Luckily nobody was hurt, but two large semis blocked the narrow road and dozens of cars lined in front of and behind Maisy's schoolbus had them deadlocked.
Maisy squeezed her thighs together anxiously. She had always had a small bladder which, coupled with extreme shyness surrounding bathroom needs, caused her to have experienced a number of very embarrassing accidents in her life so far. She hadn't had one in years now but only because she was so very careful to not put herself in compromising situations anymore after a particularly humiliating incident in the school play three years ago. Her cheeks still flushed red as she remembered her bladder letting go in front of hundreds of her peers, her tight leotard turning dark as liquid soaked her butt and thighs. She furrowed her brow as she tried to stop thinking about the memory which was only making her need worse.
"You okay, Maisy?" Her friend Jackie asked, giving her a gentle poke in the side.
Maisy jumped more than she meant to, her thighs squeezing tight together.
"Yeah, I'm fine," She tried to sound chipper. She always hated the idea of people knowing she had to pee and tried hard not to squirm while her friend's eyes were on her.
"You just seem really quiet." Jackie eyed Maisy up and down, making her even more nervous, making her need to pee feel worse. Jackie was kind of a mean spirited girl who had only recently started being nice to Maisy.
"I'm sorry, I'm just excited to get to the zoo," Maisy replied sheepishly. She had planned for a drive of exactly 2 hours from school to the zoo and had reasoned that she would be fine to have a coffee with Jackie and her friends before getting on the bus this morning as long as she peed right before the drive. To her dismay, the bathroom in the coffee shop was being cleaned while they waited for their drinks, and by the time they were ready the girls were already almost late. She considered not drinking her coffee on the bus ride to be safe, but 2 hours shouldn't be too long to hold her venti coffee and the 2 cups of orange juice she had with breakfast. Plus the large helping of milk with her cereal...
But it wasn't 2 hours now, it was approaching 3 with no sign of reprieve. Maisy felt as every ounce of liquid dripped lower and lower, a feeling of pressure building between her legs. The minutes crawled by as her need became greater and greater and she craned her neck to see ahead of the traffic for some sign of movement but another half an hour passed and nobody had moved an inch.
Maisy was sweating now. Jackie kept trying to talk to her, and Jackie's friend Heather was now turned around from the seat in front of them talking too. Maisy felt her muscles contract as it became harder to hold in her pee without squirming, and was forced to start crossing her legs tightly. Jackie seemed to eye her as they talked and Maisy began to squirm more and more. Another 30 minutes ticked by and Maisy's began to realize that even if they started moving now, she was not going to be able to make it the rest of the way to the zoo. Her heart began to race.
Jackie then began to play idly with her water bottle, flipping it over, back and forth. Maisy's hand shot between her legs, a spurt of pee escaping into her panties almost immediately upon hearing the sound of the water sloshing around. Jackie seemed to not notice and continued to shake the bottle making it impossible for Maisy to stop thinking about the flood of liquid begging to be released from between her legs.
Another spurt escaped and Maisy's cheeks burned red.
"Uh, Jackie, I'm sorry, could you not do that," She tried to ask quietly, her hand now discreetly rubbing herself. It was all she could do to keep the flood at bay.
"What's wrong?" Jackie said innocently.
"I-I just kind of need to pee," Maisy whispered to Jackie, her face turning entirely red.
"You need to PEE?" Jackie asked back loudly, causing multiple students to turn their heads. Maisy's stomach dropped and her bladder let go for a second, a large spurt of pee gushing into her panties. Her other hand shot between her legs reflexively and her ears burned as she now sat, both hands rubbing her pussy, while a dozen of her peers now sat up in their seats to look at her.
"She's peeing herself!" The boy next to Heather yelled, pointing at Maisy from the seat in front of them.
"No I'm not!" Maisy yelled back, starting to cry. She leaked more in her underwear and began to squirm furiously, trying desperately not to pee in front of everyone. Her heart pounded as she looked around for a solution. The pressure was building and building between her legs and she knew she would be soaked soon. She had to get off of the bus.
Maisy tried to stand up but couldn't stop holding herself lest she start peeing down her legs fully. She wished so badly she had worn pants today instead of a dress so she would at least have something to soak up the urine instead of her peeing all over the bus floor. Her bladder twinged with nervousness as she realized how dire her situation really was.
"Excuse me Jackie I have to get off the bus," She blurted out quickly, trying to push past Jackie. The girl seemed to move but her legs remained in Maisy's way, who struggled to get over them without spreading her legs to step over. "Please..." She whined, feeling as the seconds ticked by until her muscles gave out on her.
Jackie moved her legs slightly, giving Maisy barely enough room to get by. Desperate, she shoved her way past and into the aisle of the bus, stumbling and losing more of her pee into her stockings. All eyes were now on her from the commotion and the memory of wetting herself in front of the whole school hit her like a train. 'This can't be happening, not again,' Her eyes filled with tears as she felt herself about to pee in front of everyone, afraid that a single step might cause her to lose control completely.
Maisy gained momentary control and rushed down the aisle to the front of the bus, both hands rubbing herself through her panties furiously. They were already soaked but her dress wasn't yet. The bus driver looked at her with disdain as she approached.
"Yes?"
"Can I please get off, I need to pee," She said frantically, blushing as the bus driver looked down at her crossed thighs.
"Nobody gets off the bus," He replied flatly.
Maisy's face turned white. This couldn't be happening. She could feel the entire bus's eyes on her as she was denied the bathroom.
"Please," She said quietly, mortified to be begging to pee. "It's an emergency."
"Nobody gets off her bus," He said again.
"Please!!!" She moaned as a small stream began to flow from between her legs. The bus was entirely silent as her voice broke, begging to be let out to relieve herself. She felt as her muscles slowly gave out more and more, though she kept rubbing herself furiously in an attempt to stop the flow. Tears began to flow from her eyes as the stream grew bigger and bigger, until an audible hiss could be heard.
"She's PEEING HERSELF AGAIN!" A boy in the front row yelled and some of the bus bursted into laughter, while others averted their gaze in secondhand embarrassment. Maisy cried as she began fully peeing herself in front of her whole class, the sound of her river splashing against the floor loudly as it soaked her shoes.
The torrent seemed to go on and on as Maisy stood at the front of the bus powerless but to wait as she humiliated herself once again. The moments crawled by as she continued peeing and peeing, every drop of orange juice and coffee exiting her tired bladder. Maisy felt the warmth and wetness fill her ass, thighs, and now feet, and her heart broke as she realized that she had no idea how much time she had left on this bus in her soaked clothes.
When she returned to her seat, Jackie was now sitting with someone else. Her friends snickered as Maisy set down with a mortifying squelch.
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Jess had decided that Sunday would be an excitingly naughty day for her fetish. She was determined to get her self as horny as she possibly could today and her high kink mood was driving her naughty ideas!
She set her self the challenge of wetting her self in 5 naughty places! A list that she decided by keeping track of her normal day to day activities and then picking her 5 favorite places from those.
It was 6am when Jess work up. Soph was going away for the day with her family and Jess knew she had the whole day to her self. The first thing she did was go and pee. She wanted nice dilute pee today so began drinking plenty very early in the day. Luckily Soph got her off to a good start by bring her a nice big coffee.
Jess waited until Soph had left the house and then began getting ready for her naughty day. She drank another large mug of coffee before getting showered. She finished her shower and dried her self off. Standing naked in front of the large mirror in her room she gently stroked her beautiful pussy.
"You're going to be such a dirty girly today." She whispered as she touched her self softly.
She decided to wear clothes that would help her be really stealthy about her wettings but at the same time give her the most wetting pleasure. She slid her panties up and over her delicate pussy, watching her self with excitement in the mirror. She knew this was the last time her delicate pussy would be allowed out of those panties until bed time! The next item of clothing was a pair of tight little riding shorts. Perfect for pulling up tight against her soft little lips.
Finally she put on her favorite leather skirt. This offered the perfect coverage for the wet patch hidden underneath. She was careful about her choice of shoes as well. She opted for a pair of little black ballet flats. Perfect for soaking and then drying very quickly! She watched with excitement as she slowly slid her delicate bare feet into the shoes, knowing full well her poor toes would be getting soaked so much today!
Around 9am she left the house, already horny, and already carrying a rather full bladder in her lower tummy. She started to walk slowly up to the bus stop. The whole way she was gathering the courage that she would need to be super naughty! She reached the stop and had a very good look around, it was secluded enough and there was no one in sight!
Her heart started racing, she quickly dropped into a squat position, and as soon as she was there the flood gates opened. A torrent of hot pee sprayed into her panties and cycling shorts and a huge waterfall erupted from the fabric splashing all over the floor between her legs. 30 seconds later the flow subsided. Her heart was pounding with excitement and her pussy tingling with pleasure! There were tiny beads of pee glistening on the tops of her dainty feet. As she stood up the fabric between her legs let a few tiny drips drop down the inside of her beautiful bare legs. She had done it! And got away with it!
Jess stepped onto her bus. Her heart racing! What if people noticed?! Luckily the bus was almost entirely empty. She walked right up to the back, and settled onto the back seat. As she sat she felt the wet fabric of her panties and shorts press firmly against her wet bum. She crossed her legs and felt her wet pussy lips press firmly together, squashed by her firm thighs. She was comfortable and safe hidden at the back of the bus.
She reached the town 15 minutes later and headed into the supermarket, quickly buying a nice big bottle of water and iced tea. Walking around was really teasing her as her soft wet panties clung to her delicate puffy pussy. She spend the next hour walking around various shops, the whole time no-one the wise to her damp panties and shorts between her legs. Finally after an hour and a half she decided she was full enough for another naughty soaking!
This time she decided to head towards the park. She decided she was going to sit and read for a bit. She positioned her self down a quiet back alley way which she knew no one walked down, then stood with her legs together looking at her phone. Her pee hole released, and a torrent of hot pee soaked her panties for the second time. This time the pee flooded down her sexy legs and began to fill her little ballet flats. The heat of the pee felt amazing on her delicate toes and her pussy spasmed with delight as it was tickled by the rushing pee leaving it.
"Another naughty wetting!" Jess thought to her self "I've got away with another one!"
She hurried along the alley way towards the park. Her feet splashing about in her pee filled ballet flats an her wet pussy lips rubbing against the pee soaked fabric of her panties. Her clit was throbbing with excitement by now and she wanted to have fun! But that was for later! She would get her release when she got home.
Once she reached the park she found her self a nice secluded area in the sun. She threw her blanket down and settled her self down onto it. She decided to take her shoes off and sit cross legged to give her cute little feet and shoes the perfect chance to dry off. Fortunately her pussy wouldn't be getting this pleasure as it was tucked neatly inside her pissy shorts and under her nice thick leather skirt. She sat drinking her bottles of water and reading for nearly 2 hours! The time flew by and she was really indulging in her book. Eventually she deemed it time to leave. It was definitely time for a nice big alcoholic drink somewhere!
She slid her cute bare feet back into her ballet flats, stood up and folded up her blanket. Glancing around she saw no one within viewing distance. For the 3rd time that day her delicate pee hole opened up and released yet another torrent of pee straight into her still slightly damp panties! Again it flooded down the inside of her sexy legs and soaked her poor feet! What a heavenly pleasure!
Jess knew of a lovely pub with a very quiet beer garden. She walked slowly, giving her ballet flats as long as possible to dry. Each step her little toes splashed in the cold pee. The whole walk her puffy pussy lips tingled. She was horny as hell and her pussy was beginning to get rather demanding of pleasure. Even the wet fabric clinging to her pussy was getting her close to orgasm as she walked!
Jess arrived at the pub all flustered. She knew the girl that worked behind the bar, but knew that she would be too busy to even notice anything strange about how she was acting. Once at the bar Jess quickly ordered a pint of cider. She knew this would get her bladder full nice and quick! She settled her self outside on a bench in the garden and got her book out again. The weather was lovely and she was happy to just sit and read, her pussy throbbing and sopping with pee between her legs. She was also loving the fact that no one around her had any idea that she was sat wearing panties she had peed 3 times by this point!
After 2 pints of cider Jess's bladder was starting to get rather full yet again. She had been super hydrated all day and a load of alcohol was really filling her up quick. She looked around the garden and saw only 2 people. Both of which were well into each other and would not be distracted easily. She slowly slid her skirt out from under her damp bum. She sat with her legs crossed over each other and her feet tucked under the bench she was sat at. And then once again, released her pee hole muscles. A torrent of fast flowing hot pee rushed through her panties and shorts for the 4th time in the day! It flooded down the backs of her calfs and poured into her tucked up ballet flats, pooling around her toes at the front. She peed for well over 30 seconds soaking the grass beneath her. She flicked her ballet flats around on her toes and splashed the pee out of them.
Once the flood had subsided she sat for another 45 minutes just enjoying her book and the naughty wet feeling between her legs. Every time she moved or wriggled, her pussy tingled with excitement constantly reminding her that of the fact she had been pissy for near enough 6 hours by now!
Once she was sufficiently dry, Jess headed to the nearest shop to buy food to make for tea. She settled on the idea of Spaghetti Bolognese. Walking around the supermarket was seriously stressful! She was constantly looking around to see if anyone was looking at her strangely. Luckily no one was! She managed to remember to grab a nice big bottle of water and headed to the self check outs, paid quickly, and hurried out.
Jess caught the first bus back to her house. Sitting her self quietly at the back of the bus and buzzing with horny excitement. Even the vibration of the engine was tickling her by this point. She was so turned on!
As soon as the bus arrived at her stop, she jumped off and began walking back home. She decided to get one more sneaky public wetting done though! She walked up the alley way to her house, stopped to look at her phone, and released her bladder for the 5th time! Again straight into her damp panties! The torrent of hot pee flooding down her legs and again soaking her beautiful feet! What a disgraceful girl she had been all day! She hurried into her her garden and in through the back door of the house were a towel she had put there earlier was waiting for her.
After she gently dried her little feet and ballet flats she slid them back onto her feet and headed straight upstairs. She was tingling with excitement and horny as hell! She was looking forward to the relief so much at this point. Once she was in her room she stood her self directly in front of the mirror. She gently unzipped her leather skirt and dropped it to the floor. The sight of her damp cycling shorts made her pussy throb with excitement, her pleasure aided by the gently aroma of pee floating up from between her legs. She slid a thumb down each side of her shorts and gently slid them down, revealing her sopping wet pink panties clinging to her pussy! Relief was going to be heavenly!!
Jess slowly slid her panties down. She could smell her pussy strongly now and she was getting seriously horny. The panties flicked down from between her legs to reveal her gorgeous puffy pussy in the mirror. Instantly Jess wanted to touch her self. She did, but in a seriously naughty way! She gave her beautiful pussy a gently slap!!
"That's for getting your self all pissy today!" She said sternly as she slapped her self playfully again. "And that's for getting turned on because of it!!"
She yanked her pissy panties back up over her pussy and pulled them up tight! She slid her damp shorts up and yanked them up tight as well. Finally she slid her pissy skirt back up and zipped it up before heading back down stairs to cook tea.
The whole time she was cooking, Jess' poor pussy was tingling with excitement and begging for pleasure. Every now and then she would give her self a quick grab of her damp pussy and then continue cooking.
Finally it was time to eat. Jess settled her self onto her garden table and began eating. She felt her pussy tingle with excitement and instantly she relieved her self for the 6th time!!
She looked down between her legs
"You really do love being pissy don't you?!" She muttered softly to her pussy "You're a stinky little mess, you know that?!" She smiled as she realized she was talking to her own pissy pussy!
Finally it was time for pleasure! It was 8 hours after the first wetting, her pussy was a throbbing, tingling, pissy mess and she had to relieve it! She grabbed her vibrator from her bedroom and slid it down the front of the cycling shorts and headed back outside to the bench in the garden. She reached down the front of her skirt, flicked the switch on, and sat with her pussy throbbing and tingling with excitement until a huge wave of pleasure overcame her and she sprayed a jet of hot squirt into her panties!
Once she had calmed down, she headed back upstairs to admire the mess she had created. Slowly undressed in the mirror staring at her self after each layer of clothing she removed. Finally she was naked. She stood and admired her beautiful, stinky, pussy and gently massaged her throbbing pissy lips!
"You're such a dirty, dirty girly!" She muttered as she gently caressed her puffy pussy.
Soph walked into the room and caught Jess stood naked, pissy, and beautifully dirty!! She punished Jess for being such a dirty girl. But Jess really loved Sophs punishments! She knew full well she'd be getting her pissy toes bitten at least! 😛 |
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Maria fussed over the part in her hair again, letting out a grunt of frustration. Today had been her day off, and she had planned.. activities, yet one of the other girls at the resteraunt had called in. Now she was getting dressed and prettying herself up. As much as she was looking forward to a lazy day in, she loved her job and was well known for being the girl to pick up the slack when it arose.
Looking in the mirror again, she ran a comb through it in a last-ditch attempt to get it to behave. Maria was a young Latina woman, with caramel skin and ebony hair streaked with pink highlights. She had a rounded face, clear of blemishes save for a small beauty mark under the right corner of her eye. The girl was blessed with a voluptuous body, with curvy breasts and a round bottom that could be seen even with her skirted waiter's uniform, which was short enough to tease.
Finally being satisfied, she put on a pair of black suede flats and headed out to her car. As she was driving, her stomach made more than a few noises, reminding her of her prior engagement... which was now called off. It was not happy about being stood up... but when was it ever, given her hobbies? "Ay, shut it, you!" she mumbled, glad that she didn't carpool so nobody else could hear her chastising her own body.
When she arrived, she saw why her boss didn't just push through without the other girl; the place was packed! She hurried inside, realizing she wouldn't have time to use the bathroom. It seemed tonight she would be relying on her stamina to push through the few hours until the shift change and the next group could take over! Her stomach seemed to sense this, and responded with another burble deep inside, and Maria blushed and prayed that none of her coworkers would hear her.
Clocking in, Maria went out and got the first few orders on her assigned tables. The first two hours went by fast enough, the customers unremarkable as they were. Despite her need, work always seemed to speed things up. Even the occasional ten-hour shift seemed to go by in a snap... although she was glad she didn't have such a shift tonight. As she worked through the motions, her need became harder and harder to ignore, last night's (purposefully) rich dinner making itself known.
It was nearing the last hour, and things were winding down a little bit, when a single man had come in, sitting in a corner table in her area. Approaching with her notebook, she noticed he was about her age, clean shaven and with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. He wore a three-piece suit, which looked positively strapping on him, and she couldn't help but bite her lip as she approached.
Snapping out of it and offering a pleasant smile, she spoke, "Good evening, sir! Do you have anything in mind, or would you like to hear tonight's specials...?" She tried her best to hide her desperation, which had grown quite strong now, but couldn't help but lift one foot onto it's toe to press into the floor behind the other. Oh, why did she have to get called in!?
"Oh, I was thinking a cerveza and maybe the appetizer sampler. I'm merely relaxing after a long day, hoping to people watch..." He smiled, looking her up and down before locking eyes, causing the smile to widen further. Maria's cheeks heated and flushed as she wrote down the order, trying her best to refrain from giggling. "I'll bring that right out to you, sir~" She couldn't help but slip into her more casual, seductive accent, although it seemed to please the man before she turned to deliver the order to the kitchens.
The few minutes passed by like hours, and Maria spent the majority of the time pacing, lacking other customers to service in her area. She dared not sit; She new from experience that the position was a little too much like being on the toilet, and she didn't want to risk an accident before her shift was done. Finally the order came up, and she grabbed a bottle of ice cold beer, popping a slice of lime into the top before putting it on the platter and carrying it out to the floor. The strain of lifting the platter caused a puff of gas to slip out of her strained rear, past her round cheeks, although it was quiet enough that no one noticed.
Arriving at the table, she set the meal down and gave the drink to the handsome man, which brought another smile from him. "Thank you, amor. This place always offers quick service! I don't think I'd had the chance to get served by you, though, Miss...?" Maria held a hand to her cheek, not even hiding her reaction. "Maria, señor! I suppose I was just unlucky to not get such a handsome customer like yourself!"
It was the man's turn to blush slightly, although he didn't miss a beat. "You don't have to be so formal! Martín will suffice!" He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink before popping a jalapeno popper in his mouth. Looking down to her legs then, he spoke, "Are you alright, you're quite... antsy."
Maria followed his gaze, finally noticing that her feet were fidgeting as she stood. They took turns hopping up on their toe before falling back to their heels, causing a little dance as the entirety of Maria's legs, up to her butt flexed in desperation. "Oh, it's nothing much! I just, well..." She looked around, "It's been so busy I hadn't found the time to use the bathroom tonight so... I'm a little in need of a break."
Surprisingly, Martín's smile only widened, and a twinkle was in his eye. "Ah, I see! You poor, poor thing. I suppose you have to pee?" Maria offered a quick shake of her head, long locks swishing back and forth, "N-not quite... let's just say I had quite the feast last night." This only seemed to elicit a broader smile on Martín's lips, which in turn caused Maria's heart to flutter. He... liked it? He was a rare one indeed!
"Is this the first time you've had this problem, chica?" He teased, taking another bite from his appetizer as he leaned forward with interest. Maria shook her head again, giggling. "Oh no, definitely not! It gets pretty busy here some nights, and I've been in situations like this before. About a year ago I had a close call... thankfully we had a moment of calm and I was able to run to the toilet before I had a very... public accident." She leaned forward, lowering her voice some, "I had never been so happy to sit down on the toilet in my life, let me tell you~"
"Ahh, I see! I can only imagine what that must have felt like..." He winked. They flirted back and forth some more, no more customers coming in that needed to be serviced by Maria. Eventually, it came time for Maria to clock out. "I'm sorry, I have to go now... one of the girls coming in will be able to take your bill when you're done!" Martín waved it off, "Worry nothing of it, chica! Go clock out..." With a smile, he nodded, and she turned to hastily walk to the time clock.
After she punched out, she decided to head to the restroom before she left, as much as she wanted to keep up her little 'marathon'. However, when she stepped out onto the floor, there was Martín. He grinned, "Hey! I just settled my bill, and was wondering if you'd like to play a quick game of pool?" Maria smiled in return, "Oh, I'd love to, but I need to-" The man held up a hand, "No no, I insist! Just one game, you and me, right now. If you lose, I get your number."
Maria felt her heart flutter in her chest, as well as a tingle down below. She knew there was no way she could win in her state... although even losing would be a win to her when it came to this catch! "You're on!" She giggled, following Martín to the pool tables.
The game went about as well as she expected it to. She could hardly concentrate enough for billiards, and she wasn't the greatest player in the world to begin with. All she could do was think about how close she was to messing herself in her own place of work! Still, despite her poor performance, Martín seemed to be enjoying her company... at one point, even using the tip of his pool cue to lift Maria's skirt to check her white panties and pantyhose. Maria, being the flirt she was, wiggled her hips in response, teasing the man as much as she could considering the mass in her lower belly waiting to be released out of those round cheeks.
After she inevitably lost, Maria wrote down her phone number on a spare slip of paper in her pocket and handed to him, giving him a pouty face fit for a princess used to winning. "Well, I suppose you got lucky, eh amor?" She mused, "Now, if you'll excuse me-"
Martín interjected, "Ah ah, let me walk you out to your car, I -insist-!" He offered a wink, before offering his arm. Maria huffed, realizing she must have just given her number to the most handsome demon in the city before taking it and slowly walking out to her car with him.
Maria's stomach was cramping now, and she was tenderly taking each step as they walked across the parking lot. Several small toots sounded from her rear, unrestrained now that she was in the sole company of someone who didn't mind her hobby. By the time she got to her car, her stomach muscles were spasming, and she couldn't help but bend over and clutch her middle with her arms as another, louder fart sounded from under her skirt. "O-oh no, oh sh-" She brought a hand to her mouth then, her body slipping into a small squat. Thinking fast, she lifted the back of her skirt, not wanting to soil her uniform.
A final, long fart sounded from Maria's ample bottom, before ending with a faint crackling as her body pushed. A soft, yet still somewhat solid mass left her tired pucker, pushing past her cheeks and settling into her poor panties. A low, guttural moan sounded from her throat as she gave in, her feet taking a wider stance as she pushed more. The soft brown mass filled and squished in her panties, the white fabric staining brown through her see-through pantyhose. Once the first large wave left her tired rear, a few more putters and smaller pieces came out after, before ending in a wet splutter.
It took little more than a minute for the woman to answer her body's need, but it felt like an eternity standing there in the parking lot, with a captive audience. When she finally opened her eyes and looked behind her, she realized Martín was smiling from ear to ear. Moving to her front then, he stroked her cheek and gave a nod, "Sorry about that, chica. I let myself go overboard. Hopefully I can make it up to you...?" Maria shook her head, smiling, "Nah, it's fine. It was actually kinda fun! Although maybe next time, we can do it when I'm... not in my work uniform, mmm?" The prospect of a 'next time' made Martín's eyes light up.
He pulled his wallet out, pulling a twenty dollar bill out and handing it to her. "Even though it was fun, this is for the panties... No idea if the stain'll get out. Maybe we'll plan it better next time, eh?" Maria took the money, noting that she could probably get a pair even nicer than the basic she had just gone in, and nodded. "Yeah, definitely~" He gently took up the girl's hand, kissing it before taking his leave... and leaving Maria's heart pounding in her chest.
Maria took the time to remove her panties and pantyhose and putting them in one of the plastic shopping bags she kept in her trunk for 'emergencies', as well as some wet wipes from her center console to clean her bottom. Once she was sure she was clean, she lowered her skirt hem back down and drove home, all the while hoping that Martín would call sooner rather than later! |
Selena was a student in the Magic Academy, majoring in alchemy and magic crafting. She was in her last year, writing her thesis on The Unification of Mana and Its Applications on Quantum Theumaturgy. She was one of the top students, not because she really wanted to but just because of her natural curiosity and talent.
And now she was spending her afternoon researching magic tomes for her thesis in the Academy's library. The place was impossibly large, as it was enhanced to be larger on the inside. To travel it all would take a student hours of walking. Fitting as it was the most complete magic library in the entire nation
Unfortunately, its size had some... unexpected side effects to the students. Other than the obvious tiredness and time wasted on walking, there was also a matter of the more... private nature.
Bathroom breaks.
There was not a single bathroom inside the library. Students would have to go outside to the nearest toilet to relieve themselves.
Naturally, this led to a lot of desperate rushes, and since there were a lot of students, and there were only one bathroom, that single bathroom always had lines of students in them, especially in the female one.
Thus, students usually relieved themselves first before going into the library.
Not Selena however. Instead, she did the opposite. She came to the library always with a decently full bladder. She would drink an entire canteen of water beforehand.
And so as she walked around, gathering the books she needed, she would subtly squirm around in need. Everytime she reached upwards for a book, she would press her other hand to the front of her dress. And everytime she kneeled to take a book, she would press her heel to her crotch.
It took her 30 minutes to find all the books she needed, and at that point, her desperation had increased even more. As she sat on her chair, her legs were pressed tightly against themselves. Her breath was slightly labored as she started reading and taking her notes.
An ordinary girl would've ran to the bathroom at her state.
She continued her studies for another half hour, her fidgeting and squirming getting worse and worse to the point that the girl in front of her across the large table gave her an annoyed look as she was making too much noise on her seat. She paused her squirming, but then she put her left hand on her crotch to compensate.
Oh, how she enjoyed this feeling so much. She could feel the pressure just begging to be released from her small little hole. It was almost intoxicating.
It wasn't always like this. She only had this weird habit after having to hold her pee through lectures and her visits to this library.
Not to mention the fact that somehow her brain could absorb information better when she was desperate. So now every lecture she attended and every study session in the library, she would come with a bladder in need of release.
But there was also another aspect of it that she enjoyed.
She sharply inhaled as a spurt of pee escaped. It was time. She had to go. Now.
She rose up from her chair, immediately making a beeline to the toilet. But she was at the furthest section of the library, and it would take around 15 minutes to get to the front entrance, even longer if her walk was slow.
She calmly walked step by step with her throbbing bladder, a large book hold in front of her dress as a precaution. Every step was torture. But she just had to bear it. Bear it, bear it, bear it. Bear it like a good girl until she reached that porcelain throne.
Pssh...
She tensed and froze as another spurt escaped. Amber gold darkened her white panties. She was glad that the maids employed to wash the students' clothes never asked any questions.
At this rate, I might not make it... I would wet myself... in front of all these people... even though I'm a senior...
Instead of frowning like a normal girl would do in her situation, she smiled.
This was another aspect of desperation that she enjoyed. The very real and exciting chance for a public accident.
She had always been a model student ever since forever. And it was starting to bore her. She wanted more excitement in her life.
And this... this was certainly very exciting indeed.
She continued her walk, stiff as a board. A couple more spurts escaped before she could reach the entrance. However, she couldn't leave yet. The book she carried had to be checked out yet.
Thankfully, there was no one else on the librarian's desk.
The librarian was a young male, about the same age as her. He was busy reading his book when she approached him.
"Excuse me, I would like to check out this book please..."
She patiently waited as he entered her book to his record, even though she was so terribly desperate to pee. She pressed her thighs together, crossed her legs, bent her body forward, had her hands pressed into her crotch, but she didn't beg for him to hurry. Even as she leaked a three-second spurt, with trails of urine trickling down her pantyhose down her thighs, she didn't say anything. She only let out a gasp as she tried to regain control of her sphincter.
It was enough however to alert the librarian. And immediately, he realized that the girl in front of him needed a wee. Badly.
He had seen it many times before. Girls needing to pee as they left the library. He could tell immediately just by their body language.
And it turned him on. Badly.
He quickly moved forward on his seat to hide his crotch under his desk. He would lose this cozy job if it were ever found out that he was ogling girls on it.
He gave glances to Serena. He took in her delicious desperate, writhing form. He even made it so that he took his time checking out her book.
Another spurt escaped. It caused glistening lines of wetness to appear down her inner thighs. A couple drops of pee fell down to the carpet below.
"Done. Just sign here and you can be on your way."
She released one hand from her crotch and used it to sign the book. He noticed how said hand was glistening a little and how where she put her hand on the book was now a couple drops darker. The pen she used was also a little wet.
He smelled the pen. Sure enough, it had a slight scent of pee.
Well, he was keeping that pen for sure.
Serena then left. There was now a noticeable wet patch on the front of her dress, which she immediately covered by her book.
The last show the librarian got was the glistening he noticed on her pantyhose as she left.
Serena was now in critical danger of wetting herself.
Her legs, hands, even her entire body, was shaking.
She knew she was just moments away of wetting herself.
The toilet was thankfully quite close. However, when she arrived there, she found that there was a line already.
Just as she had expected.
She took her place in the line. At this point, she almost felt lightheaded at the intense need she was feeling.
Bear it. Bear it. Bear it. Good girls don't wet themselves. Good girls don't wet themselves. Good girls don't wet themselves.
She chanted that mantra over and over in her mind as she squirmed and writhed in place, pressing her book down her stomach and crotch. She kept her expression normal but the other girls in line gave her symphatetic looks, knowing she was the most desperate person there.
Except for the girl standing beside her in a separate line, writhing and squirming as well.
Serena's attention was immediately drawn to her and her exposed legs. She saw how drops of pee would occasionally fall down inbetween said legs.
She's just as desperate as I am...
The two accidentally made eye contact. The other girl gave her a knowing smile.
The two waited in panted breaths. Sweat dampened their outfit and skin. Serena was doing her own spurting. Her pantyhose was getting wetter and wetter and a tiny puddle was forming under her.
And then, it was finally her turn.
She immediately rushed inside, locked the door, and put her butt on the throne.
The floodgates immediately released and she let out a loud, orgasmic moan as she emptied her bladder right through her panties and pantyhose. Her urine splashed loudly into the toilet water as well.
Soon after, the stall beside her did the same. It was enough to drive the rest of the desperate girls crazy.
This was like heaven to her.
It was the closest she ever got to wetting herself and it all paid off. It was like she was having the longest orgasm in her entire life.
She stayed there quite long, as she had to clean her wet panties and pantyhose with toilet paper, to the ire of the girl banging at her toilet door.
Once finished, she left the stall with a wide relieved smile.
Hmm, before I return, how about a short trip to the cafeteria for another large bottle of water?
Before she could do so however...
"Hey you... you like holding, don't you?"
It was the girl from before. She stood there with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. Serena noticed her white skirt was damp and yellowed slightly at the front.
"If you do, why don't you join our club?" Her smirk turned into a grin. |
It was Friday evening and Jess and Soph were snuggled up on the sofa. Jess was randomly scrolling through Omo.org when she found perfect naughty game that she wanted to get Soph to play the next day. It was a dice game, which involved both holding, and most likely, wetting!
"Soph?" Said Jess softly as she snuggled her self up to her.
"What do you want?" Replied Soph. The tone of her voice highlighted the fact she knew Jess was after something naughty.
"Can you do a pee challenge for me tomorrw?? Pweeeeeasssee?"
"What type of challenge??" Soph replied.
"Well it's a sort of random challenge generator. Anything could happen. Well, anything pee related anyway"
Soph was intrigued. It did sound rather fun. She also knew that any naughty fun she treated Jess to also meant getting fetish fun returned in favour.
"Yeah go on then. But you know I love having my little feet pampered by you?" She giggled.
"Of course!" Replied Jess. "Whenever you like I'll worship them for you!"
"Go on then" Said Soph as she kicked her fluffy slippers off and placed her beautiful feet onto Jess' lap to be massaged. Jess, knowing how naughty tomorrow could be, did as she was asked and pampered Soph's delicate little feet.
The next day came round fast. Jess was very excited to give Soph her naughty challege. She asked Soph to go and pee, as she didn't like strong morning pee, and then opened up her omo web page with the challenge on it.
"Grab the dice out of a board game while your up!" Jess yelled from the bedroom. Soph did as she was asked and returned with a dice. "Roll it 6 times sweetie"
Soph began rolling. At first a 5 popped out. Jess giggled a bit and Soph's face looked worried.
"What is it?!" She murmered.
"Oh nothing, keep rolling" Soph did as she was asked. Each roll made Jess more pleased. Obviously Soph was going to be in for a big challenge judging by Jess' excitement!
"So you have 5, 2, 6, 3, 5, and 2. That means you have to follow these rules Soph. Number 1 - You must drink 6 glasses! Number 2 - They have to be glasses of Soda! Good job we have those diet cokes isn't it!, 3 - You have to hold it for 7 hours" Jess giggled! There was no way Soph would manage 7 hours. "4 - You can only wear underwear, 5 - If you do make it 7 hours you must pee your self anyway, 6 - You can't use your hands to help you hold it, and 7 - If you wet your self before 7 hours you must stay in those panties until the 7 hours is up."
"Wait, I only rolled it 6 times! Where is the 7th rule from?!" Quizzed Soph. Totally ignoring the fact she would almost certainly be wetting her self today.
"Oh, I made that last one up. I want to give you a proper incentive to stay clamped shut the whole time!" Giggled Jess. Soph looked worried, but at the end of the day she wanted to please her naughty girlfriend, so she agreed.
That morning they both showered together. Jess loved showering with Soph. She got to carress her all over and scrub her soft sexy body. She paid particular care gently massaging Sophs pussy with her soapy hand.
"She deserves to be lovely and clean going into this challenge Soph" Whispered Jess, as she slid her soft fingers over Sophs tingling clit. "Have I got everywhere?"
"Mhmm" Muttered Soph, breathing heavy as her soft lips got gently tickled.
Once showered and dried, Jess got her self dressed. Soph took a little longer doing her hair and wrapped in a towel, she walked into the bedroom. Jess helped to dry her off, taking extra care around her delicate girly areas and finding time to sneak a quick kiss on her soft little feet. She knew this would tease Soph in a good way.
Jess handed Soph her favorite panties and watched as she slid them on. She allowed Soph to wear a pair of leggings as well. Not only because she wanted her to be comfortable, but also because she loved seeing Soph pee her self in them! Specially her super tight black gym leggings.
"Your 7 hours starts now Soph" Exclaimed Jess looking at her phone. "4:30 this afternoon you can next take those panties off" She smiled as she said this. She knew they'd be soaking wet when she finally helped Soph pull them down!
Throughout the first hour, Soph managed to drink 3 full glassed of diet coke. Each glass she sipped Jess would remind her that they would be in her bladder in no time. Skipping to the end of the 2nd hour Soph had finished her 5th glass of soda. Just one more left to go. Within the next half an hour Soph had managed to drink the 6th glass. Jess was very impressed. 1.5l of Soda in 2 and a half hours was good going in her opinion.
"You've drank them so fast Soph!" Smiled Jess "Your poor bladder is in for such a shock!"
"It'll be fine! I'm going to make it hold! I will hold 7 hours, just watch me!" Soph said sternly. Almost like she was trying to persuade her self more than Jess.
Over the next hour Jess watched with amusement as her gorgeous girlfriend became more and more fidgety. She knew her bladder was filling up fast, but she decided to entirely ignore it, prefering to wait for Soph to admit her desperation instead.
It was at around the 4 and a half hour mark when Soph finally piped up about her need for relief.
"Baby. I have to pee.." Whimpered Soph. Looking up at Jess with puppy dog eyes.
"Oh, this soon?" Replied Jess. "You still have 2 and a half hours left to go."
"mhmmhhmhh" murmured Soph as she shuffled into another position. This time with her heel tucked under her bum and her weight pressed onto it.
Jess watched with excitement over the next 20 minutes or so. Soph could find no comfortable position to sit in and Jess knew it wouldn't be long before she was struggling to contain her pee.
"Do you want some help Soph?"
"What do you mean? How can you help?"
"Well, the rules said you couldn't hold your self. They didn't say anything about someone else helping you hold?"
"Really?! You'd help me hold?"
Jess nodded and patted her lap.
"Come sit on my lap sweetie." Soph slowly stood up and shuffled over onto Jess' lap and sat her self down. Jess gently wrapped her arms around Soph and slowly slid her hand down between Sophs firmly clamped legs. She then gave her a gently squeeze and clamped her hand over Sophs hot pussy.
"I'm sorry if I leak baby!" Whispered Soph. Knowing full well that her private area was going to end up soaked very soon. She wiggled her bum around on Jess' lap and got her self as comfortable as possible. Jess was getting really turned on her self by this point. Any time now she could end up soaking wet! This time by her girlfriends hot pee, rather than her own!
Another 15 minutes or so passed. The whole time Soph was wriggling and squirming and Jess was constantly re-clamping her hands over Sophs hot pussy. Suddenly Soph panicked.
"Jess!! Jess! I can't hold it in any more!" She blurted as she felt her pee starting to fight its way out from her quivering pee hole. "I really can't stop it hun!"
Jess grabbed her pussy tighter. The warmth of Sophs leak on her fingertips turned her on like crazy as she faught to try and help Soph contain her leak.
"I can't stop it hun! It's just trickling out!" Soph was panicking. Pee was coming out uncontrolably and she felt as though she had no way to regain control. No matter how many times Jess attempted to reclamp Sophs pussy it just kept leaking out of her. And that's when she felt it.
"Oh wow!" Exlaimed Jess. The first trickle of Sophs hot pee had found it's way into the front of her panties and was softly trickling between her own delicate pussy lips! "I'm wet with your pee Soph!" She giggled! "It can feel it trickling between my pussy lips!"
Jess was super excited. She was begining to breath heavy her self by now and was getting seriously turned on. Her delicate little clit was throbbing hard between her pee soaked pussy lips and she wanted to touch it bad! She sat in pure pleasure as Sophs pee pooled around her cute litte butt on the leather soft and the waterfall of pee splashed over the edge all over hers and Sophs cute little feet in their fluffy slippers.
"I'm sorry Jess! I had drank so much! I couldn't hold it!"
"Don't worry cutie! That was HEAVENLY!" Replied Jess. Her breathing still heavy from her excitement. "My sexy little toes are Soaked as well Soph!"
"Mine too! My little slippers are totally drenched!"
Jess pulled Sops leggings away from the front of her waist and slid one hand down inside her panties. She felt Sophs smooth wet lips against her finger tips and gently started massaging. Sophs head fell backwards as Jess massaged her pissy clit between her fingers. Gently at first, but getting faster and slower depending on Sophs responsive moans. Within minutes Soph was a quivering mess. Her pissy clit was thobbing with pleasure and her nipples were firm and erect. As Soph was about to reach the edge of orgasm Jess removed her hand from her panties.
"Nooo!! Keep going Jess!" Shouted Soph. "You can't leave me there!!"
Jess slid Soph off her lap and settled down kneeling on the floor. She slowly slid Sophs fluffy slippers off her soaking wet feet and instantly began worshipping her pee soaked little toes. Soph instantly began to start climaxing. She slid her own hand down the front of her pissy panties and began massaging her self. Only a few seconds passed and a huge orgasmic wave flooded over her instantly releasing a huge spurt of pleasure into her panties! Jess continued to carress and pamper Sophs delicate pee soaked feet until she had covered every little bit, then stood up, and pulled her panties and leggings down in front of Soph.
"Look at that Soph! Look how pissy she is!" Jess exlaimed, pointing at her glistening pussy lips.
"Sorry hun! I just couldn't hold it!" Soph looked disapointed.
"Don't be sorry! I'm keeping these panties on the rest of the day! You're going to lick me clean tonight! You can shower and change if you want to." Sophs looked releaved to be allowed out of her pissy, squirt soaked panties and leggings.
She watched as Jess slid her pissy panties back up over her pussy, knowing full well that she'd have it knelt abover her face in bed, with a demanding Jess telling her to lick her smelly lips clean! She couldn't wait!! |
It was the Sunday after Sophs pee holding challenge and Jess was feeling rather naughty. Today she was going to see how many times she could pee through her tights before Soph started to notice her either acting strangely, or the pee scent that would almost certainly be coming from between Jess' sexy legs! She had decided to try and make it as fun as possible by attempting to pee her self in full view of Soph whenever she could!
The day was planned in advance by Soph as she wanted to go for a nice walk, a lunch out at a lovely pub, and then to go and visit a nearby ruined castle. All of these would offer the perfect opportunity for Jess to give her sexy tights a nice soaking!
The girls both got dressed as normal in the morning. Jess opted for a nice pleated leather skirt. It wasn't very long, but it'd do the job of hiding her glistening tights nicely. She slipped into a pair of cute red lacey panties, then slid her sexy legs into her black tights. They were rather thick meaning they would take at least 20 minutes or so between wettings to at least dry to damp! Onto her feet she slipped a cute pair of leather ankle boots. She knew this would please Soph as she thought Jess always looked sexy in ankle boots.
After the girls were both ready to go out, Jess hurried off to the toilet. She slid her skirt down, settled her self on the toilet seat, spread her legs, and watched with pure excitement as the front of her panties and tights started to glisten. She felt the pee trickling softly between her delicate freshly showered little pussy lips and down to the bottom of her tights. The pee flowed quietly through the fabric and splashed into the toilet below. If Soph was listening it would be obvious to her that this wasn't one of Jess' normal, powerful jets of pee!
Once the flow subsided she sat for a few seconds to wait for the worst of the wetness to drip from her tights and then stood up, pulled her leather skirt back up around her waist, and heaved back down stairs to meet Soph at the door.
The girls walked for around 2 miles, the whole time Jess' panties clinging to her damp little pussy lips. She was already extremely turned on. Even more so by the fact that Soph had no idea how pissy her pussy was under her skirt! The walk felt like it went on for a very long time. Jess wasn't too fond of walks and just used them as an excuse to wind Soph up about her foot fetish.
"My poor little feet are so worn out!" Jess moaned "You better be giving me a damn good foot massage when we get home!"
Soph loved it when Jess teased her about her feet. She thought Jess' feet were perfect and was totally happy to pamper and even worship her little feet when they got home!
The girls both arrived at the pub totally worn out. They had walked for near enough 6 miles by this point and were both in need of a couple of big drinks and a nice meal. They opted to sit outside in the beer garden.
"Perfect" Jess thought to her self. She'd get the best chance of a sneaky little wetting if they stayed outside.
They got through their first drinks in no time, and ordered a second round along with some food. Jess sat, with her delicate pussy tingling with excitement, anticipating her next naughty little tinkle. She was struggling to concentrate on her conversation knowing that any minute now she'd be re-soaking her delicate little lips right in front of her sexy girlfriend. She hatched a naughty plan!
As soon as Soph had got up to go to the toilet, as she always did after her first round of drinks, Jess slid her leather skirt out from under her bum. Now she was sat with just her lacy panties and thin tights between her damp little lips and the freshly painted wooden bench slats. Soph returned and settled onto the bench opposite. Jess took her opportunity and put her plan into action.
Under the table she gently slid her foot out of one of her ankle boots. She then lifted her foot up, and gently started stroking Sophs sleak, leggings covered, legs. She started gently, slowly dragging the tips of her toes up and down Sophs shins. Then she worked her way up and began sliding her foot up and down the tops and slightly between Sophs thighs.
"Jess stop! People might see!" Whispered Soph looking slightly panicked.
"No they won't. There's no one around. You know you love it!" Replied Jess, as she slid her foot up under Sophs skirt and gently pressed her toes against her girlfriends hot little pussy.
"Seriously Jess! You're going to get seen!" Soph was sounding a little angry, but at the same time Jess knew she was only saying that because she wanted to appear as though she wasn't loving it. Soph went to look under the table.
"Don't look!" Jess said sharply "You'll bring attention to it!" She slid her foot down between Sophs legs and began gently massaging her. And as soon as Soph had stopped looking under the table, she relaxed her dainty pee hole. She sat, slowly but surely re-soaking her panties and tights under the table as she distracted Soph with her soft little toes. The perfect sneaky wetting was achieved, and yet again her delicate pussy was tingling with excitement and dripping with pee! Perfect!
As soon as her warm flow had subsided, she gently slid her foot out from between Sophs hot thighs and slid it back into her comfy ankle boot, only to find that she'd accidentally filled it with pee under the table! She hadn't even thought about the fact her boot was underneath her when she had let the pee flood out, and now she was sat with her toes soaked with her own hot pee! During the meal she managed to slide her foot back out, tip her boot over and tip as much pee out as possible, and then replace her boot on her pissy little foot! She'd have to remember to be more careful with the placement of her shoes during her wettings in the future!
Once they had both finished thier meals and 2nd drinks the girls headed off to the old ruins of the castle they were visiting. The next 2 hours or so was spent wondering around, admiring the views and looking at the achitecture and various intriguing things throughout the castle grounds. Soph was gain in need of a pee and headed off to the toilets, leaving Jess sat on a park bench. She took this opportunity to give her pussy a delicate little soaking. Only enough to wet per lips and panties and then she stopped and saved the rest of her bladder for a more naughty location.
Soph returned.
"How have you not peed today Jess?!" She quizzed. "We've both drank so much!"
"You know I have a huge bladder Soph!" She replied as she felt her cheeks blush red.
"Oh.. I suppose so.." Soph shrugged it off luckily and Jess sighed a little when she had knew she had got away with it.
After another 30 minutes walking around the girls began to head for the exit. Jess wanted to pee soon and wanted the next one to be super naughty. She decided she'd do a very small pee through her panties and tights whilst pretending to photograph a nice plant she saw. She squat down, took out her phone and began to focus it on a plant. Then as soon as she was in position let out yet another big spurt of pee. It was enough to splash down onto the concrete through her panties. Luckily Soph was looking the other way, and Jess had gotten away with yet another soaking of her delicate little pussy.
They had a long walk back home from the castle. The whole way Jess' delicate wet little foot squished around in her pissy boot, and her pissy panties clung to her throbbing clit. All she wanted was pee relief, and orgasmic relief by now. It was all she could think about. They reached a park that they had to walk through and Jess asked if she could stop for a bit to let her poor aching feet rest. Soph agreed as she was very sympathetic to the choice of footware Jess had decided on. Soph had been smart and put her gorgeous little bare feet into a pair of super soft black sneakers and was very happy with how her soft, sweaty little feet were feeling.
Jess settled onto the grass, unzipped both her boots and slid them off. Risking entirely being found out if her tights of her one foot were still glistening wet. Luckily they weren't. She slid her skirt out from under her bum when Soph wasn't looking. They sat for a few minutes just enjoying the sun when Jess decided she'd release her final pee into her panties whilst sitting down. Again she relaxed her pee soaked little pussy and felt the first jet of hot pee escape. It was at this point that Soph stood up and anounced.
"Come on Jess lets get gone. I wanna cook tea soon!"
Jess panicked and attempted to stop the flow. Unfortunately for her, it wouldn't. The pee kept pouring out as she sat panicking as to what to do. She quickly tucked one leg up and began putting her boots back on, the whole time pee still pouring throug her panties and tights. If Soph turned around to look at her now she'd definitely have the perfect view right up her skirt at her glistening little pussy!
"You coming Jess?" Shouted Soph, who'd already started walking away. She looked back and as she did Jess instantly out-stretched her leg to drop her skirt down. She'd only managed to get one boot on and still needed to put on the other. Soph walked back over and Jess sat for a second until the last dribble of pee had finished leaking out of her pissy lips. Then began putting on her other boot.
The walk home was heavenly for Jess. Her own girlfriend hadn't noticed the fact she had basically peed her self in front of her 4 times, and once before they had left the house! She was feeling seriously naughty by this point.
Once home, Soph kicked her sneakers off and asked Jess if she'd give her soft feet a massage. Jess agreed and invited her to put her feet on her lap whilst they were sat on the sofa. She began massaging one of Sophs hot little feet and that's when she was caught! Soph had slid her other foot up between Jess' legs and pressed her soft bare toes against Jess' pussy.
"You're all wet Jess!" exlaimed Soph. "You've peed your self haven't you!!" She shouted teasingly.
"Maybe!" Replied Jess softly, gently nibbling Sophs delciate toes.
"When did you do that?!" Soph quized.
"Oh urm, Once before we left the house, once sat on the bench in the pub, once sat on the bench at the castle, once squatting as we were leaving the castle, and once sat on the grass in the park." Jess had decided to just reel off all the time she'd done it to wind Soph up.
"OMG!! You're such a dirty girl!! I can't believe I am going out with you!!" Soph was laughing as she was talking. "Seriously Jess your pussy must be so pissy and smelly! I can't belive you!"
"Mhhmmm" Muttered Jess as she gently sucked Sophs hot soft little toes. "You love me really" She said, as she gently licked Sophs beautiful soles. "You'd hate to be without me!"
"Damn right I would." Replied Soph as she gently started massaging Jess' pee soaked pussy again with her soft toes. "I'd have no one to kiss my little feet..... Or lick me clean if I ever have a pee accident!"
Jess giggled and lay back, enjoying the soft massaging she was getting from her girlfriends rather agile delicate foot. |
Chapter 3
I woke up still clinging onto Karen. She was so warm, and soft, I’m not surprised I didn’t let go.
I wanted to just lie there and go back to sleep, but I checked the time on my iPad and realised that I’d woken up earlier than necessary and I should use the extra time to make up for falling asleep last night.
Begrudgingly, I forced myself to get out of bed. I left Karen to sleep, knowing that she likes to get up late. She was really cute lying there, her long, blonde hair was messily covering her face. She was shorter than me, 5ft something, but she had the larger chest. Her legs were still really long too, despite being shorter than me. But as much as I wished I could cuddle up with her until she woke up, I knew I had to compose a plan for the rest of the holiday.
While my family still had our villa ready, they had the key, and being stuck in England couldn’t exactly send it to us. We also couldn’t drive up there as neither me or Karen knew how to drive, (well, I knew, but I hadn’t done any official tests,) and besides, only my family had booked a hire-car. I still wanted to have a good holiday with Karen, even if we couldn’t get to our villa. I had an idea, but first I decided I wanted a cup of tea. I walked over to the kettle, and took it into the bathroom to fill it up. Looking into the mirror, I realised my brown hair that extended most of the way down my back had already started going blonde. I don’t have a good explanation for it, but every summer my hair goes blonde, and then goes brown again during autumn.
I returned to the room, and started making my tea. The kettle was alarmingly loud, even at the other side of the room by Karen, but I wasn't worried about waking her up. That girl has an uncanny ability to sleep through practically anything, and I quite often find myself having to wake her up myself when she sleeps right through her alarm. When my tea was complete, I sat down in the room’s armchair, and turned on my iPad again.
As I did this, I felt a sudden urge to use the bathroom. Remembering the previous night, I realised I forgot to go before bed. Also, I remembered that I’d drunk 3 mugs of tea last night.
”W-whoa... 3 mugs is a lot to hold onto overnight...” I thought to myself, and realised that as Karen wouldn’t need to get up for a few more hours this could be the perfect opportunity to have some fun. I had to go pretty badly already, but I figured I could hold it for a while, so I decided that I’d see how long I could go without for.
I went searching on my iPad for somewhere for us to stay, checking train lines, bus routes, all sorts of things. Out in the more rural areas of the Algarve, the region of Portugal we were visiting, you can find a lot of little villas out in rural areas that you can rent for significantly less money than elsewhere in the country. My idea was to book one of these, and stay out in one of the rural areas with Karen until my parents got a new flight and could take us to our family’s villa. This would also have the advantage that I could spend less of our limited money reserves as everything tends to be far cheaper when you go away from the main touristy areas. I eventually settled on a small, 1 bedroom villa, with a swimming pool and patio. Normally, I’d want a 2 bedroom villa, as while I didn’t exactly mind sharing with Karen she can get a bit embarrassed by it and we both sometimes want time alone, but this villa was brilliantly priced and in a village I actually knew.
I‘ve always really wanted to visit some of the more rural areas, ever since I visited this specific village when me and my family got severely lost once when I was a kid. I remembered the name, and as I’m in Portugal with just my friend and no one to dictate where I can and can’t go I decided now would be the perfect time to actually go. So I booked this small villa, “Casa Amora”, or “Blackberry House”.
Having chosen the villa, I worked out the best method of getting there. I planned out a route that required taking 2 trains and a bus, but it would take us most of the way. There’d be a bit of walking at the end, but then we’d be out in the country, and I could finally live out my childhood dream of seeing how people lived out in these places, except with Karen as a bonus.
I finalised my bookings, drank my tea, and got up out of the chair.
”Nnngh... why didn’t I go to the bathroom earlier...” I thought to myself, but really I was enjoying how bad it was getting. The tea did not help at all with my desperation. I walked to the kettle, and boiled it again to make myself another cup of tea, not just for the taste but also to see how long I could last with 5 whole mugs of tea sloshing around within me. As it was brewing, my last mug hit me, causing me to cross my legs.
”A-ahh... 5 mugs might be overkill, I’m not sure how long I can last like this...”
Despite my doubts, I endured the pressure and finished making my tea. I brought milk with me, luckily, even though I forgot to mention it earlier. Taking my tea, I put it down on the bedside table and lied down again next to Karen. Lying down helped a little, but it was knowing that if I lost control now it be wetting myself on Karen that really helped me hold it.
”I have to make sure I don’t fall asleep now, I’m not sure I could manage to hold it all in if I was asleep... this is already kind of dangerous while I’m awake...” I thought to myself, and crossing my legs, I clung onto Karen again.
End of Chapter 3
Fun Fact: so far, most of the story has been adapting a few different experiences I’ve had.
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Chapter 7:
I found myself feeling a bit nostalgic as I sat next to Karen, and I started thinking about how we’d originally met.
*Super cliche flashback effect*
It was back shortly after I’d left secondary school finally, having passed my college-level tests. (Out here in the UK, we have a system where you can stay in secondary school for an extra year and do your college qualifications there. I chose to do this as all the colleges near me were overcrowded.) I moved on to university, beginning a degree in astrophysics. My ideal career was something in the space industry, a goal I’d decided on at age 10 when first played a game called “Kerbal Space Program”.
During Primary School I’d generally had a lot of friends, but every friend I made ended up either dying (no kidding) or leaving me. My first ever friend, Joshua, stopped being my friend because everything I was interested in suddenly “became childish”, for example. Most of my other friends followed suit. In Secondary School, I had less friends, but I still had a few, but much like in Primary School they all left me again, even though some of them lasted until the end, everyone went to different universities, if they went at all. As cliche as it sounds, I deliberately decided to not bother making any in university.
I wore different outfits, sat at different tables when I had lunch, I ate different things every day for lunch, I tried to avoid set routines and patterns like I normally would fall into. I even wore my hair in different styles, but always common styles so that I would blend in. I basically did the opposite of what I’d normally do, as I’d ordinarily I’d just fall into a routine where I did the exact same thing every day. I wanted to avoid getting a reputation too, like in Primary and Secondary school, where I was generally known as the only person who didn’t care about being polite, or other people’s feelings, or anything like that. While most girls my age sat down and just accepted any stupid rules, I made a point of turning up deliberately late every lesson when they tried to implement 1 hour detentions for 5 minutes late you were. I made a point of using my phone for 5 minutes every lesson in full view of a particular teacher after he falsely accused me of using it in his class. Probably the most famous thing I was known for, and the one I am most proud of, was when I kicked the doors in when my school attempted to lock them all day.
As much as the reputation I gathered usually made more popular, I didn’t necessarily want the popularity. Everyone knew me, but no one wanted to actually become friends with me for the same reasons. People sometimes where scared to approach me, people tried to spread rumours. Some dickheads worked out exactly what it was that annoyed me due to my autism, and would do these things to provoke a reaction. Of course, these people generally learned there lesson, but it did happen. So going into university, I tried to prevent this.
My idea was that if I blended in with the background and didn’t follow set routines, people would be less likely to notice me. I also tried to stop some of my autistic tendencies, avoiding situations which would’ve caused me to act in a way that would’ve made me become known. And surprisingly, it worked. For a while. I made it for a few months before anyone approached me to become friends with me, and I didn’t end up with a reputation like I did in Primary and Secondary school.
As much as this sounds incredibly lonely and sad, I actually quite enjoyed it. Back in Primary School I did a similar thing, before I had a reputation, but after I’d lost the only real friend I had at the time, I spent a whole year without befriending anyone, I spent all my free time reading in a secluded are of the field, and I had a great time doing it. One of the advantages of my autism is that fact that I don’t really need friends. I lived my university life on my own, I got a job at a retro gaming shop, where I became famous for knowing far more about CRT televisions than anyone else the staff knew, and I settled down quite nicely.
The first person to actually approach me during university was Karen. I noticed her a few times, she was one of the few people who I saw actually looked at me, even when I was trying to blend in, and after a while she managed to figure out all the different locations I’d go to when I had lunch. I’d see her, sitting somewhere nearby, sometimes she’d even be looking at me. I didn’t mind, but she surprised me when one day, she actually approached me, and introduced herself;
”U-umm... h-hi... I’m K-Karen.”
”H-hello. I’m Rosalynne...” I said back.
“I-I noticed y-you are always o-on your o-own, and I-I was wondering if y-you could b-be m-my friend?”
”W-why?”, I asked apprehensively.
”B-because... I-I d-don’t have any. I-I’m always on m-my own too...”
”O-okay...” I stammered back. I thought about it, and I realised that I had never seen her with another person. I’d first spotted her about a week ago, but I’d never seen her with a friend, or well anyone.
She sat down next to me, and we told each other about ourselves.
”I-I only m-moved here 2 w-weeks ago...”
“2 weeks ago? I’m surprised you didn’t make any friends before now. Most girls can make loads in that time.”
“Th-that’s the problem... e-everyone’s already f-formed friend g-groups... and I-I’m e-extremely shy a-around others...”
Karen certainly looked shy around others, she was timid and merely introducing herself to me made her go red in the face. Exactly the kind of girl you just feel like you have to protect.
”Ah, I see. You are too shy to make friends with anyone else, because of their large groups. So you saw me, on my own, and decided it would be easier to ask me as I was also probably quite shy?”
”Y-yeah...”
*Super cliche flash forward affect*
Since then, she’s become far less shy and timid. With her encouragement, I’d even gone on to make a few other friends myself, although she’s been my closest friend so far. She was surprised there I wasn’t that shy at all, and I’d only stayed on my own because of bad past experiences. In the end, she convinced me that I could make friends now as chances are they wouldn’t end up leaving me over some childish reason like in Primary school, and we can’t go to different schools as university is the last educational facility most people go to.
I considered asking her what she remembered about back then, but I didn’t want to wake her up, so I just left her there to sleep until the train was approaching our station and I had to shake her awake.
End of Chapter 7 |
Chapter 8:
In about 5 minutes, we were going to have to leave the train, and then walk to a bus station. Then, we were going to have to take a specific bus to a specific other station, and then head to another train station.
I really wasn’t looking forward to this.
One reason was that there just too many variables, most of which I can’t control. The train could be late, the bus could be cancelled, there could be a delay with the bus, there could be traffic issues, just to name a few. But the main reason really was myself; one of the many conditions I’m affected by caused something similar to severe mood-swings, almost like a full change in personality. I’m still the same person, but I can act completely different. Normally, I’m a less empathetic and emotional than most, and I lack some of the inhibition most people have, but I can still be really nice and kind despite it. But at times, I can be a heartless asshole with no conscience or care about any people or know or basically the world in general, but at other times I can be an empathetic kind person who cares about people. Normally I can’t control when it happens, either. The are variations too, it’s not always that predictable, sometimes I’ll end up overwhelmed with emotion and will end just crying on the floor, or I’ll become all clingy and just want to lie with someone I care about all day, but other times I’ll maintain my usual personality for the most part, except lacking basically all inhibition.
This was why I was dreading the transition between different transports.
It wouldn’t be the first time I’d suffered a sudden shift and personality during something like this. My medication mitigates it, and most of the time the switch happens overnight, and I then spend most of the day with whatever variation I ended up with, before returning to normal or getting a different variation. But annoyingly large amounts of emotion tends to cause it at other times, which has led to situations before where I’ve got into trouble as a result. The time I remember most because it came first, many years ago, was when some guy pushed me out of the way and stole my place in the queue at a different train station. I, naturally, got rather angry and went to give him a piece of my mind.
I don’t remember what he said back, but whatever it was it was certainly something awful.
All I remember was that the was the beginning of a fight, and if it wasn’t for a security guard and my friends, there would’ve been a proper fight right there and then. The events are all a blur in my mind, like a lot of incidents like it, they just don’t get remembered properly in the heat of the moment, but as far as I know the guy said something that pissed me off so much I practically lost it, and for the next hour everyone who I was with said I acted like a completely different person. Since then, I’ve determined what causes it to an extent and have medication to mitigate it, but it’s still a serious issue.
Despite my worry, Karen wasn’t concerned at all. She knew what could happen, but instead she held my hand and said!
”It’ll be okay.”
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Surprisingly, it was. We left the train, walked out of the train station, and all the way to the bus stop, without a single thing happening. And amazingly, the bus even arrived on time. Me and Karen boarded, and I paid, and we sat down on our seats. I breathed a sigh of relief, and leant down on Karen, resting my weight on her shoulder.
”H-hey! You’re heavy, d-don’t do that!”
“Sorry!”, I say, leaning on the wall of the bus instead.
”I’m really glad nothing went wrong back there.”, I say to her.
”I wasn’t worried.”, she said with a smile.
”I was, and I’m even more worried about when we get the next train. I’ve had too many bad experiences with train stations.”
“Don’t be silly, you’ll manage.”
The bus drove for about half an hour, but we were delayed for about 10 minutes due to roadworks.
“Oh god, I hope we don’t end up late because of this bus being slow.”
“H-huh? Late? What do you mean? Am I gonna have time to... n-nevermind.”
“Yeah, we might miss our train if we don’t hurry. We probably won’t have any time and we’ll just have to sprint onto the train.”
”Ah... okay.”
When the bus arrived, we both got off of it, and I grabbed Karen by the hand and sprinted all the way to the train station. Of course, it wasn’t very far, but I still felt very cool for sprinting all the way down the road. We made it into the platform, barely stopping to scan our tickets, and we both stood waiting to the train, gasping for breath.
Luckily, it arrived mere seconds after we reached the plaform.
“A-ah... umm, Rosalynne? There’s s-something I really n-need to d-do...” her voice getting cut off by the train.
”There’s no time, this is our train!” I say, and boarded it, Karen following suit.
End of Chapter 8
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Chapter 10:
Karen’s need was clearly severe. Her legs were crossed, and she was holding herself. But as much as I wanted to help, we were on a train. I couldn’t really do anything.
I started a conversation with her, trying to take her mind off of it.
”So, what did you think of the flight yesterday?”
”H-huh? I-it was a-alright, I g-guess.”
”Yeah, I’ve seen much worse.”
...
”You know,”, I continued, “once, I was on a flight where they had to give the plane a jumpstart.”
”W-wait, w-what!?”, cried a surprised Karen, before suddenly moaning again and grabbing herself tighter.
”Sorry, I-I shouldn’t have shocked you.”, I said, alarmed.
...
”It was nothing too serious, but the right engine wouldn’t start as it’s battery had died. The pilot said to us that something was wrong, and they were going to have to reboot the aeroplane. Yes really. They shut everything down, the air con went off, the lights, everything. It was dark and silent for a minute, and then everything started up again. Except the right engine. So we had to sit there, on the taxiway, while a lorry drove up with a massive trailer, and plugged it into the plane. Then, there was a few minutes of nothing, and then the engine suddenly roared into life. We were all thinking; ‘we are so f***ed.’ But then it took off fine! It worked! Apparently, the alternator had failed and the battery was empty, and they couldn’t start it. So they jumpstarted it, and it recharged the battery in the air as they had already fixed the alternator earlier.”, I explained.
”N-no way...” said Karen.
”Yes way! It did happen, I swear on it!”
...
Our conversation continued for some time, like most of our conversations it covered a variety of topics and all sorts of stuff. Probably the only real bit worth noting when was I told her about how I nearly got a Darwin Award by connecting a 25kilowatt flyback transformer to an electric motor and caused a massive explosion. I survived, luckily, but that’s another story. The laughter at this nearly caused Karen to wet herself, but she limited it to just a little spurt.
Karen’s desperation got obviously worse as the ride went on. She was fidgeting worse and worse, then squirming. Then she crossed her legs tighter and tighter until she could barely hold them still. By the end of the ride, she was holding on with both hands, and moaned every time the train shook too much. By some miracle, she was still enduring it when we arrived.
Eventually, the train drew up at the station. It was right near the coast, and right in the middle of nowhere. There wasn’t even a nearby village. I climbed out quickly, and had to wait while Karen carefully stepped out, trying not to leak everywhere. As you might expect, she ran as fast as she could to the bathrooms, and I followed her, hoping I could go myself as the slight pressure I mentioned last chapter was getting pretty uncomfortable.
I walked into the ladies, only to find Karen standing in shock looking at two cubicles both marked out of order. Well, one was marked out of order, (in Portuguese, mind you.) the other had a sign that had something different drawn on (also in Portuguese) that I didn’t know how translate.
”W-wait, what does the other sign say?”
Karen squirmed, hands too busy to do anything, so I took her phone from her pocket, tapped in her code, and translated it for her.
”Beware of the Leapard?”
For a second, there was silence. Then I started laughing. I turned the sign over, still laughing, and saw that the other side said the same out of order message as the other cubicle. Anyone who doesn’t get this reference is probably quite confused, but at the time I was amazed to find that someone else who visited here was a Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy fan. Karen got the joke too, but was far too desperate to laugh.
”Look, Karen, I have an idea.”, I said, removing one of 3 bottles of water I had with me from my bag.
It’s a tradition of mine, ever since I got stuck in traffic and drove (well, was driven) 4 miles in 6 hours on an LA Freeway once, I’ve always made sure to bring multiple bottles of water with me. This particular bottle was mostly full, around 750ml, but was the most empty one.
”If I give you this, you can go, or at least let a little out with it, right?”
”N-nngh... m-maybe... b-but I can’t t-take it m-much longer...”
I quickly opened the bottle, and drank all of it in one uninterrupted swig, seeing Karen wince at the flowing liquid.
”Here.”, I said, handing it to her.
”D-don’t... l-look...”, she moaned, dancing on the spot, trying to lower her panties without having her dam burst.
I ran outside, and shut the door to the toilets.
Of course, I listened. The sound was really quite hot, and you could tell how overladen she was from the sudden release and the sheer volume of sound. It didn’t last for long though, and stopped after a couple of seconds. I mean, I know her bladder is infamously tiny among her few friends, but still!
”A-are you done?”, I asked, apprehensively.
”Y-yeah... that’s all I-I can manage...”
The bottle was only about 300ml full.
”A-are you sure? Is that really all you can manage? Surely, you still need to go?”
”Y-yes! I still n-need to g-go, but it’s much less bad. I’m t-too embarrassed to let any more out...”
I sighed, took the bottle from her, and while doing the lid up, I said:
”Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna get so embarrassed before I drank so much of it! You aren’t the only one who needs the bathroom!”
”W-well, w-why did you drink so much of it if you h-have to g-go!”
Because I’m a massive idiot, I thought.
“Because I thought you’d fill up most of it, after all that squirming you’ve been doing!”
”O-okay... I-I guess that makes sense. Please can you give me something to w-wipe with though...”
I gave her some tissues, put the lid back on the bottle, and washed it in the sink, before putting it back in my bag.
”N-no! D-don’t keep it! Throw that away!”
”I’m not throwing it away as I know you’ll need it again later. And besides, there’s no bin in here.”
Karen, admitting I was right, albeit begrudgingly, followed me out of the women’s room once she had pulled her panties back on.
End of Chapter 10:
Fun fact: That scene with the signs on the cubicle has actually happened to me! Except, I was with a Portuguese local, and Karen wasn’t with me on that particular holiday. |
Chapter 11:
Once we had left the bathroom, I started searching through my backpack, looking for my some stuff I’d prepared. We both had suitcases when we arrived in Portugal, but this morning I’d moved the essentials from mine into my rather large backpack and put my suitcase in the post, knowing it’d arrive at my family’s villa in about a week so I could use it later when my family arrived. Karen, however, had refused to part with any of her clothes, and had kept her suitcase. I knew this would make it harder for her later, but that’s her problem not mine.
I eventually found what I’d been looking for, some maps I’d sketched or brought and a list of directions. The route wasn’t too hard, I thought we could do it.
While I was reading the map, getting my compass and all that, Karen saw me holding all these paper documents, entered the postcode I’d told her earlier into google maps, and walked off in front of me laughing. While I do have a phone, it’s ancient and purely does calls. I was serious about using these maps, but Karen’s superior 4G mobile technology gave her a significant avantage.
I packed my maps back up, and followed after her. I expect she thought I was just messing with her, as I have a collection of ancient technology at home, and I do quite often use it for my jokes. Like when I first went out to town with Karen, I brought a 1980’s Mobile Phone I got in a charity shop for a few quid, and at one pointed pretended I had to call someone, took it out of my bag, extended the massive antennae it had, and then laughed almost to the point of collapse at Karen’s shocked expression. I still have it too, it’s amazing; like a brick but even more useless. (And heavy!)
Karen was used to these jokes by now, notable examples including the time when I brought a typewriter to a class we both had, or when I surprised her with a 1970’s alarm clock when she stayed over with me, or when she asked me to put on a song she liked, and I got out a Vinyl record of it and causally placed it on my living room turntable. I actually had one planned for this trip too, but these maps weren’t to do with it. I’d brought with me an old VHS-C Camcorder from the very early 2000s, given to me as a child by my aunt. It was hidden in a camera case, so Karen couldn’t tell how old it was, and I had some tapes in my backpack, along with a modern digital camera. This is a tradition I follow whenever I go on a holiday with someone for the first time, I love the look on their face when I eject the tape.
”Rosalynne, it’s 2015, not 1815. We don’t need paper maps anymore.” Karen said me, sarcastically, when I caught up.
”I know, but I don’t have a phone with the capabilities of yours. I use my iPad at home, but I don’t have any of your new fangled 3G or whatever.”
”You know we have 4G now. And you can buy movies on discs too, you don’t need tapes. And you might be shocked to find out that TVs can be hung on walls and don’t weigh enough to break your foot.”
“Christ Karen, I’m not that behind on technology.”
”Yeah, but I honestly can’t believe you are still using a flip phone, in 2015.”
“That’s because I have you, you use the modern magic so I don’t have to.”
Karen just laughed, and continued on.
The path we were taking was a small coastal pathway, currently taking us along a cliff edge, but we could see in the distance that it would later go down to the coastline. I was a bit alarmed by the lack of civilisation, but it was exiting nonetheless. Except for one thing; I really shouldn’t have downed that whole bottle of water. Normally I can go for considerably longer than Karen, but drinking all that water wasn’t helping. I would be distracted from the issue by the sights around me, and the journey we were undertaking, but every step reminded me of the bottle filled with Karen’s urine was still in my backpack, focusing me on my needs and arousing me. I wasn’t exactly worried though, unlike Karen I have no objection to squatting down somewhere and just going there and then. Karen however, I knew would be very embarrassed and would likely push herself beyond her limits before she gave into the temptation to relieve herself in public. I’m pretty certain she only used the bottle earlier was because she knew she wouldn’t make it for more than a few seconds longer, as was obvious by the damp spots on her panties that I got to see earlier. I decided I’d wait before peeing as I knew Karen wouldn’t like it, and I thought I could probably manage until we found civilisation.
We walked for a while, taking in the sights of the sea, the beaches over the edge, and the hills to the west. Vegetation ranged from trees to grass, occasionally flowers and even a very rare cactus. But there was one thing that stuck out to me; abandoned buildings. They were everywhere! This is something you get all the time out here in Portugal, no matter where you are, you’ll find both sole abandoned houses or farms and clusters of buildings out in fields. It’s more common in rural areas and got worse after the final crisis of 2007-8. It’s so strange, as you never get them out in the UK.
Me and Karen decided to explore one. This is something I’ve always wanted to do, since I was a little girl. We ran over to one that was near the path, an abandoned cottage from the looks of it. Single story, like most, and the roof had collapsed partially. Inside we didn’t find much, it was pretty empty. There was a dresser however, which contained a book, covered in years of dust. I took the book, because this house was totally abandoned, it looked like we were the first ones to visit in more than 12 years, judging by the graffiti on the back marking it as being visited by “Sam, Dave, and Langley” in 2003. Before we left and made it back to the path, I decided to climb the house. Using part of the collapsed roof, I was able to pull myself on top. It was difficult, since I weigh quite a lot. But, ignoring the protests of my uncomfortably full bladder, I managed to reach the top. I took a look around the nearby area and into the distance, the extra 7 feet of height offered by the house helped me see, but I couldn’t see any towns, except maybe a small village in the north.
...
Then, the roof collapsed.
...
I passed out in shock.
...
I woke up in Karen’s arms, just outside the building. Apparently, I was on top of the roof, when it started to crumble. She tried to warn me, but before I realised the support gave way and it all fell down. She’d managed to grab me, and took me out of the wreckage. About 5 minutes had passed, and then I’d woken up on my own.
”A-Are you all r-right?”, she said worriedly.
”I’m k-kind of amazed you s-survived a fall like that w-without w-w-wetting y-yourself.”, she said, looking down my body and putting her hand on my bladder.
”It feels r-really f-full, doesn’t it? Are y-you s-sure you can m-make it to the v-villa like this?”, she then whispered, removing her hand from my bladder and brushing my hair from my forehead with it.
“Y-yeah... I’ll be fine. I’m kind of amazed I stayed dry through the fall, but I’ll be fine until we get there. It’s you I’m a bit worried about, you nearly exploded on the train, and yet you only let 300ml out. Are you sure you can manage?”, I asked her.
”I’m f-f... f-fine too. I’ll be here to support you though, if you need help with your own trouble, don’t forget that.”, she replied, smiling.
She was acting a little different to normal. For the most part, like me, she avoids the topic of others needing to go, and only mentions herself when absolutely necessary. Actually feeling my bladder was completely new, I’d never seen her do something like that before. Maybe she was just trying to be more bold, but whatever it was it was pretty hot for me.
End of Chapter 11
Another fun fact: I have actually done exactly this, and collapsed a roof while standing on it. It did break, and I did survive, but I didn’t have a cute girl with me to save me that time.
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I planned to post yesterday, but then I played Final Fantasy VII for 8 hours. Anyway:
Chapter 12
As much as I loved the feeling of Karen holding me like she was, I could see the sun was setting. We needed to get to the villa we were staying at.
I tried to get up.
“Ahh.. o-ooh...” I moaned, feeling the pressure on my bladder seem to double in strength. I was going to just head off, as I thought I could take it, but if it’s this bad...
“Oh second thought, K-Karen, w-wait here a minute, okay? I’ll be b-back soon.”, I said, forcing my body to get up despite my bladder’s objections.
“H-huh? A-alright...”
I walked past the abandoned house, and squatted down behind it.
It was harder than ever to keep holding, in this position especially.
I tried to lower my panties, but remembered I was wearing trousers. I had to stand back up, and remove them, and then lower my panties, the whole time I was dancing around trying to resist. In the end, I was able to squat back down and I unleashed it all there into the grass. Oh man, did it feel good. I wasn’t exactly at my limit, I probably could’ve fought on for another 20 minutes or so, but now was a convenient time and I had no reason to put up with such discomfort.
I felt the pressure alleviate as it came flooding out, a raging torrent of almost completely clear liquid.
After about a minute, the flow came to a stop, and I wiped myself with some paper towels and pulled my panties back up, followed by my trousers.
I turned to run back to Karen, feeling thoroughly relieved, only to see her standing by the wall, watching. Upon seeing me, her face went completely red, and she hid from view. I, naturally, walked up really close, and whispered: “Hentai...” into her ear, with a perfect impression of her favourite anime girl.
“S-shut up! I’m n-not perverted! I j-just... got curious, th-that’s all!”, she replied defensively.
”Yeah, I know. I don’t care anyway.”
’I-I’m still amazed y-you aren’t embarrassed b-by what y-you just d-did...”
”I’m not. It just doesn’t embarrass me. I’d rather get seen going than be desperate.”, I said.
“Anyway, should we get going? It’s gonna get dark soon.”, I continued.
”Yeah, w-we should.”
We both headed back round the abandoned cottage and started heading down the path again. We were quiet for a while, not really talking, but my mind was racing. Karen was definitely acting a bit different recently. Yesterday, she prevented me from going and put her hand on my bladder, and now today she does a similar thing. She’s even been commenting on how full both my and her bladders are. This is really odd, why would she start doing this now? She’s always been incredibly shy about this kind of thing, but then again, so have I.
I thought of a few theories. Maybe she found out somehow that I was into this? But then why would she start acting like this if she wasn’t into it? Is she experimenting to find out if she is? Or maybe she was into it herself, and was only now trying to test if I was interested. That would explain why she was so embarrassed to even mention it, I used to be the same before I realised I don’t really care about people finding out about my own personal needs, but even I don’t like asking others about it for fear of giving myself away. Maybe this is just coincidence and she wanted to be less embarrassed about it. I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t help but hope that she turned out to be into it too, that would be awesome. I decided I’d ask her at some point, but not yet.
...
We continued down the path for about half an hour before anything interesting happened. The path started to go down. So far, it had been mostly up on the cliff edges, but now it was definitely going down to the beach level. I couldn’t help but think this was really cool, as it really was. We went down the incline for about a minute, then I looked down, my curiosity taking precedence over my crippling fear of heights.
I looked over the edge, trying to stay near the centre of the path.
I started to breathe heavily and panic; my legs basically collapsed under me.
Luckily, Karen was there to grab me, and held me up.
“S-stay calm. Y-you can do it, I’ve g-got you.”
”Thank you.”, I replied.
”It’s f-fine.”
Before long, I was able to support myself again, and I had to pull myself away from Karen. I stuck to the inside of the path so I couldn’t see the drop this time.
Now, while fear of heights can seem like a very babyish fear, I have it worse than most people. You see, I can’t perceive depth. At all. I just have no depth perception. Ever since I was a baby girl, one of my eyes hasn’t been working properly, and was weaker than the other. But when I really young, the doctors didn’t do anything assuming it would get better. But it didn’t. They could’ve solved this by treating it when I was around 2, but instead they jumped through enough hoops to complete an Olympic event, beating around far more bushes than necessary, and finally had my treatment ready when I was 4 and a half.
The treatment they had for me was a patch over my good eye, which forced my body to use the weaker one, the idea being it would strengthen it. But because they waited 2.5 years the treatment no longer worked, my weak eye was so atrophied from lack of use (my body just defaulted to the good eye and stopped using the weak one at all) that it couldn’t recover. So they gave up with patch thing and just said to my mum that as I could see perfectly well through my good eye it shouldn’t matter too much.
So then over the next 12 years I just used one eye. But then I had to get glasses, as I couldn’t see properly out of either eye anymore. The optician was amazed that I could seamlessly switch between eyes without batting an eyelid, simply because I only ever used one. In the end, he prescribed lenses that perfectly fit both eyes. But evening with the glasses, which let me see almost perfectly out of the weaker eye, I didn’t start using both at once like a normal person. I’m so used to using just one, that just how I normally see.
Over the last 4 years, I’d started using both eyes, kinda. Although at first, I was seeing double vision and all sorts, I eventually got better and now see properly. But I still often just use one eye and don’t notice. Unfortunately for me, I still don’t benefit from the main advantage of having two eyes, depth perception. I think my optician said that as I never developed the skills to determine depth like most people, I don’t see it, and might never be able too. I’ve developed some workarounds for this however, at a slight angle, so I can see a different side of an object, I can work out it’s depth, to a limited extent. But it doesn’t work the best as you need the correct angle, it’s a similar method to what those old isometric 3D DOS games used back in the 90’s, like XCOM.
Anyway, all of these means is that I have no idea how deep a drop is. Even jumping down a large step is terrifying, as it can look as bad as a 6-foot deep hole. Sometimes, it’s even easier to close one eye and use just one, as I can sort of see depth when I use both, but not very accurately: without any real experience, I can’t tell a metre from 10 metres. So looking down this hundreds of metre high cliff? It was a nightmare. Imagine how high it actually was, but you didn’t know how high it rewlly was, and the drop looked 3 times longer than it really was.
...
Once I had picked myself up, we headed off again. The path had become really interesting, it was carved out of the edge of the cliff and went up and down. It was super weird to be honest, but you do see stuff like this sometimes. Strangely though, despite how cool this was, very little of interest happened as I was hiding away the edge and Karen wasn’t interested in looking down; we didn’t really talk either. Before long, the path had gone back to normal, except it was starting to turn away from the cliff edge.
End of Chapter 12
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Chapter 17:
“Hey, Dave!” called a familiar voice.
It was that of Joshua, one of my close friends.
I met him on reddit, you wouldn’t believe my surprise when we described the exact same event in an /r/askreddit thread, except my post was from a first person perspective and his was third, as I was the person causing the event being described. After that, we realised we lived in the same close. He still referred to me by the reddit alias I used at the time, Dave Robinson.
I walking home from school, and he started sprinting towards me. I thought he had gone home already, but apparently not.
”Yo, did you see the game last night?”
”You think I watch football? No, I was in London liberating a CRT Television.”
”Wait what, you don’t want watch football? I thought we all did...”
“Typical,’ I thought, as he completely missed my statement about CRTs. I was hoping he’d take the bait so I could bore him with the technical specifications of my new 14-inch portable.
“Why do you ask? Did something interesting happen?”, I questioned.
”Oh yeah, there was like the most amazing header, you wouldn’t believe it! He scored as well.”
”Well, I’m sure it was awesome.”
”A-anyway, I was wondering, do you wanna come over to my house?”
”H-huh!?”
”You know, come over. I thought we could play a game, or something. I recorded the football too, I could show you the tape.”
”Yeah, alright.”, I said, following him.
A lot of people I know would've said no, taking issue with a girl going round to the house of a guy she’d only met in real life 2 weeks ago, but he seemed really nice and I’d seen him for years, just never knew who he was, so I agreed to it despite not normally doing impromptu things like this.
.........
A little while later, I was at his house. I went in, and he took me to his room. It was a pretty typical secondary school guy’s room.
”Y-you know, Dave...”, he started to say, his voice trailing off.
”What?”, I said, lying down in his bed and rolling over to face him.
”Do you want to go and get lunch together sometime!?”, he cried, obviously not used to asking people out.
”H-HUH!?” I yelled, surprised. I mean, I wasn’t exactly opposed to it, Joshua was a nice guy, and the gender of the person didn’t matter too much to be, at least back then.
”B-because...”, he continued, red in the face.
”I really...”
”L-L-“
His voice was drowned out by someone calling my real name. They called a few more times, their voice getting louder, until suddenly...
.........
I was awake. Karen was standing over me, and I was in a dark room on a bed I didn’t recognise.
It took me a moment to realise I’d been dreaming. For a second, I thought I was still the glasses-wearing bookworm I used to be back in secondary school. A common thing for me is to relive memories though dreams, and I figured I must’ve experienced one of those dreams, but I forgot the events of it.
”Y-yes!?”, I shouted, sitting up, and narrowly avoiding hitting Karen’s head, which was still looking down at me.
”Can you come with me...”, Karen whispered, almost too quiet for me to hear her.
”Come with you where?”
”the... b-b...bathroom...”
”Really? You are an adult, right?”
”B-but it’s scary! It’s all dark!”
”Seriously? You are actually scared of the dark?”
”...y-yes... but it’s mostly being alone that I don’t like...”
“I can kind of understand that. Alright, I’ll come with you. Just give me a minute to get up.”
”O-ooh... okay. Don’t take too long though, this is kind of urgent.”
”Don’t even joke, not after earlier.”
I got up from the bed, and guided her to the bathroom in the dark. As silly as she is when she gets scared of little things like this, it does make her incredibly cute.
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While I was standing guard outside in the corridor, I remembered what had happened in my dream. I’ve always remembered that day, as it was rather hilarious. Joshua asked me out, and I did go on a date with him later, but it was only after the date when he realised I was a girl. Turns out, he was gay, and somehow, after he met me on the Internet, and then in real life, he never figured out I was a girl for the whole 3 weeks leading up to that day. At the time, I had no idea how he managed it. Surely, he must’ve seen me use the girls’ room while I was with him, or something. Or even just heard my real name. Then again, I can’t remember if I ever told him my real name, and if I did he likely forgot it as he stuck to my reddit alias.
For 4 months, I thought he must’ve been joking, but then I did almost the same thing. I didn’t ask anyone out, but I asked a girl who I thought was a boy, in front of a full classroom of people, why she always did tasks the teacher assigned to the girls. She then said to me: “Because I am a girl?” I was very surprised, and confused, this boy I had known for 5 years was a girl. After that, Joshua’s misunderstanding made a lot more sense. Unfortunately, after he realised I was a girl, he wasn’t interested in dating me anymore. We stayed friends for a while, but he had to move at the end of Year 11, and I never saw him again after secondary school.
.........
After a couple of minutes, Karen came out of the bathroom, and followed me closely back to the bedroom, her arm linked with mine.
I climbed back into my bed, and Karen seemed a little apprehensive and didn’t get back into hers.
”Don’t tell me... you are scared of going to bed in the dark?”
”...n-no!”, she objected, “I-It’s just cold in my bed... c-can I come in with you?”
”I’m sure that’s the reason. Of course you can come in, if you need to.”, I smiled, secretly happy about this.
”Honestly, you are as bad as my sister.”, I said, as she climbed in after me.
End of Chapter 17:
This one was fun. I took a lot of influence from real life events on this one, and based it much moreso on real experiences I’ve had.
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Chapter 18:
For the most part, sleeping with someone is awful. Or at least, it usually is for me. They take up half the space, make the bed too hot, move around too much, and worst of all a lot of people snore. But it’s a different story from my experience when I’m with someone I care about. With Karen, it’s an amazing feeling, her warmth spreading through me, and the feeling of her soft body... I love it.
Naturally, I was glad to have her in with me.
I tried not to act overly eager, I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea or anything.
But after a minute I was already moving in closer to her. Surprisingly, she didn’t take up all of the space on this rather small bed. Karen was of course smaller than me, but I thought it’d be more of a squeeze. She fell asleep quickly, like she usually does, and I started holding onto her like I usually would.
‘I’m so happy!’, I thought, glad to finally be able to begin my holdiday adventure with the girl of my dreams.
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One thing I didn't normally pay much attention too about Karen was her chest. I knew it was bigger than mine, but I never thought too much about how much. But when she’s lying this close to you, it’s hard to forget about it as it’s being pressed right into your own. I think she was a DD, which is pretty large and I can’t imagine how hard it must be to carrying them around all day. While hers did make me a little jealous, it’d be hard not too, I was much happier with the practicality of my own size. I’m unusual in my family for actually being pretty small. Before me, the last like 4 generations of women, on both sidess of the family, and all of my female relatives, have had at least D cups. My aunt, who granted is only 25% related to me, even had to have a reduction surgery at one point because she didn’t want to have to get her bras custom made, and because they were causing serious back issues she had to go to the doctors about. Watching back my old childhood videos, it’s very obvious when this happened. I don’t know the exact size, but my mum told me she was the equivalent of a G cup, something I didn’t think was even possible. In a way, you could say I got lucky for not ending up like my aunt.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but hope that Karen didn’t mind my lacking breast size.
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Paradoxically, I struggled to go to sleep now. As much as I felt more comfortable with Karen here, I couldn’t sleep as easily. My mind, spurred on by the events of earlier today, went into overdrive and came up with a million fantasies about Karen.
I tried to take my mind off of her, but I couldn’t. With the subject so close, it was impossible to resist thinking about her and all the fantasies that came with it.
The fantasies I had were interesting, as while they were kind of sexual it wasn’t in the normal way. There’s a certain point where all my sexual knowledge just ends, and I’ve never bothered to learn the information I’m missing. For example, I know all about how sex between a man and a woman works, and I have a rough idea how it works for two men, but I have clue how it works for two women. You’d think I would, considering my sexual orientation, but I was never taught it in school and having never really researched anything or even watched porn (I doubt it’d help much though, they are pretty inaccurate from what I’ve heard.) I simply lack the knowledge. So any vanilla fantasises with Karen get up to a certain point and then don’t get any further as I don’t know what happens. Now that I think about it, maybe that’s why I enjoy omorashi so much, as I don’t understand what normal people find erotic.
I turned around, facing away from Karen. But it didn’t help, even facing away from her my sexually frustrated mind couldn’t resist the thought of what could’ve happened if she didn’t burst upon entering the house, maybe I could’ve lead her in and taken control of the situation, not letting her use the bathroom. I thought about the possibilities I would’ve had, maybe I could’ve lied down in bed with her and played with her a bit, watching her try in vain to stop her overflowing bladder letting loose. Maybe I could’ve made her drink more, and forced her to endure an even larger load... I could’ve lied down close, and I could’ve made out with her while she tried desperately to resist the burning desire for release...
“NO! W-what am I-I thinking!?”, I thought to myself, feeling my face going red, and suddenly feeling immensely guilty about my ‘perverted’ thoughts.
I knew these thoughts would remain purely fantasy, I could never act upon urges like these in real life. I’m simply not the kind of person. I’d feel so bad for Karen I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to be so mean to her, unless I knew she was into it, but there was no chance of that happening. But it still felt wrong, the mere fact I could even conceive of this. I still get it now, to an extent, but really it depends on how I’m feeling at the time.
“I’m probably the only person this side of London to be into this.”, I thought, with an air of disappointment.
”I expect I’m just a giant weirdo, or pervert, or something like that though. That’ll be why I’m the only one...”
As dirty and weird as I thought my fantasies were at the time, I expect most people would find them quite vanilla. Probably as a result of me not understanding how it works, I have very little interest in sex, and fantasies stay pretty pure, rarely going beyond the point of kissing and cuddling. A lot of people I know think/thought I’m strange for this, especially male friends, who dream of sex fairly regularly, but for me that’s well beyond the scope of my thoughts. Even the omorashi fantasies stay fairly vanilla, I was only starting to get into liking the idea of forcing someone to endure it, and I still mostly enjoyed innocent situations where the character just got caught short or chose to not go.
“I need to go to sleep, I can’t keep imagining me and Karen doing all th-these... th-these... ...things!”, I said to myself.
Trying to resist the urge to sate all my unsatisfied desires, I kept my mind as blank as possible, clutching onto Karen. Within a few minutes, I managed to fall asleep.
.........
I woke up.
I was on my futon, my collection of CRT televisions surrounding me.
”Hang on... why on Earth am I back here? I thought I was in Portugal...”
I stood up, and unsure if I’d dreamt the last few days or if I was dreaming now, activated the nearest Trinitron and the PlayStation I had plugged in. A minute later, the title screen from Ridge Racer Type 4 was on screen, and I was able to perform some basic reality checks. I looked down and read the text on the screen. I looked up, and then back down to the text. It was completely different both times, and I realised.
”Oh, I’m dreami-“
I woke up.
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Chapter 19:
I was actually awake this time. I have dreams quite regularly where I will wake up in the dream and have full control of what I’m doing, like one of those controllable lucid dreams, but as soon as I realise I’m dreaming, either by a reality check like earlier or by simply noticing something is wrong, like my room being arranged differently, I’ll wake up almost instantly. There’s been 2 cases I remember where the dream didn’t end and continued, simply because I didn’t realise I was dreaming. There’s been 2 other cases where I realised I was dreaming and didn’t wake up, but my subconscious mind never thought to do anything cool like fly or anything.
I reached over the sleeping body of Karen to get my iPad.
“6AM? As always, going to a new villa messes up my sleep schedule.”, I said to myself, knowing Karen wouldn’t want to get up for another 4 hours.
At the time, during the holidays I’d normally end up with a completely nocturnal schedule, but I forced myself to stay mostly normal this time. I was waking up at 10AM. I know from experience however that every time I visit a villa my sleep schedule completely changes and I start waking up at 6AM. While normally I’d be pretty exited about this, Karen tended to wake up at 10AM like me, and woke up even later than that yesterday. I decided to let her sleep.
I turned towards her, I could feel her soft breath on my cheek. She really was cute when she was asleep, some people just aren’t, but luckily Karen was. Part of me wanted to just cuddle up with her again and go back to sleep, but another part of me knew that if I did that my sleep pattern would go out the window and I would end up nocturnal. So I just gave her a hug, and got out from under the covers.
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I left our bedroom, got myself a cup of tea, drank it, and opened the patio doors to the pool area. The cold, early morning air struck me off guard.
“Whoa, I forgot how chilly it can be in the mornings. It’s worse near the ocean too... This is kinda cool though!”, I thought, stepping outside.
I took my glasses off, and placed them on the table. I did this last night too, but I only bring it up now as because as I had more time I went to my backpack and removed my prescription goggles, which allow me to see underwater as well as on land. It’s probably worth mentioning that I do wear glasses, and have basically the worst prescription in the world. I’m so short sighted I can’t read text 15cm away from my face unless it uses a big font. It’s actually quite funny when I’m visiting friends who also suffer the torture of wearing glasses (they are the bane of my existence, I have to constantly clean them.) and they ask to try on each other’s glasses, as most people fall over backwards the second they put mine on.
I took my pyjamas off, and dived right in. I used to bother with swimsuits when visiting villas when I was younger, but I realised when I was around 8 that it made no difference if I was covered up or not as no one was ever watching. The cold air outside made the ice cold pool less shocking, and is actually a pretty surreal experience as it feels almost like being at home, cold and wet. I swam for about an hour, waking myself up and getting some exercise done in the process, then I got out and dried off with a towel that was hung just inside the doorway to the villa. Normally I’d dry off using a sun lounger or something, but it was too early for that and it’d take forever. So I dried off quickly and put my pyjamas back on.
I went to the kitchen, looked around for something to eat, cooked two eggs and had boiled eggs on toast, and went to go and check on Karen. Much like my sister would, the second I’d got out of bed she’d spread out to fill the entire available space. I smiled at her with a chuckle, and left her to sleep.
I planned to wake her up around 9, and that left me with about an hour. I watched some TV, enjoying the improvements and fixes I’d made in the service menu, and read a book I found on a shelf. Before long, the hour was up, and I went to the kitchen. I had a drink, some lemonade I found in the fridge. I was feeling the tea I’d drunk earlier, so I couldn’t help but look at the bathroom with a slight longing as I walked past it, but I ignored it as I had plans later.
I walked into the bedroom, and lied down next to Karen, taking back some of the space she had filled.
“Mmmm... so soft... I could stay here with you forever...”, I thought to myself, looking at Karen.
I put my arms around her, pulling her into a hug.
”Karen? Karen, it’s time to wake up. It’s nearly 9 O’Clock.”, I whispered into her ear.
Karen moaned a little and tried to roll away from me. I was holding her, so I just had to turn her head back around.
”Come on, up you get. I’ve been up for hours, you wouldn’t want to waste your holiday asleep.”
Karen groaned and murmured to herself, slipping out of my arms and rolling over. She rolled too far, and started to fall off the bed, but I was able to catch her. Nevertheless, the shock woke her up.
”G-good morning... Rosalynne...”
End of Chapter 19:
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Fun fact: I’ve actually booked my real-life trip to Portugal for 2019 now! I’ll be flying out on the 15th of August, the day after my birthday. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to post for nearly 3 weeks after the 15th during the holiday as my villa doesn’t have internet and I can’t exactly write these when I visit cafes or whatever with WiFi. I’m really exited for it, although I won’t have any friends with me and I probably won’t have any stories to post here at the end like I have with other holidays, I’m going to finally explore the little village near where my family’s villa is for the first time. Somehow, over the last 23 years, I’ve never been down there without one of my parents (Really not sure how that’s happened) and I’ve only ever been down 4 specific roads since I was 9 months old. So this year, I’m totally going down there on my own and exploring everything as I’ve always wondered what the rest of the town looks like but have never got round to seeing it.
Anyway, on with the latest chapter:
Chapter 20:
“I can’t believe it took you nearly falling out of bed to wake you up. Actually, maybe I can, this is you we are talking about.”
”Don’t be mean!”
”It’s true though that you sleep even more than me. Remember that time you slept for 72 hours straight?”
”Y-yes...”, Karen mumbled with red cheeks, “But y-you’ve done th-that too!”
”Yeah, I did, after staying awake for 96 hours. That was one hell of an experience, but you just fell asleep on Friday and woke up on Tuesday, completely missing the weekend and bank holiday!”
”Alright... maybe...”, Karen begrudgingly admitted, having realised she was beaten. Of course, I hadn’t brought up the time when I slept for 72 hours in the exact same situation as Karen, but I still consider that a victory.
...
It had taken considerable effort to get her out of bed. After waking her up, I spent a few minutes talking to her and shaking her back awake whenever she started nodding off. After about 5 minutes, she finally took the covers off and stood up.
”Karen, now that you are finally up, put some pyjamas on or something and I’ll go cook breakfast. Get a swimsuit ready too, I’m teaching you how to swim properly today.”
She ignored me, and wandered towards the door.
”Where are you going?”, I asked her.
”Bathroom.”, she said back, and stopped in the doorway.
”Get dressed first, I know you and therefore know that unless I’m here to watch you you’ll climb right back in the bed and go to sleep. I don’t want to have to wait while you use the bathroom.”
”Fine... How impatient can you be?”, Karen grumbled, and put on a pair of shorts and one of those crop-top monstrosities that look like half a shirt.
”Very.”
When Karen was dressed, she skipped off towards the bathroom at a rate of knots. I think it’s less that she needed it, and more that her morning routine is so engraved into her mind that she always uses the bathroom every morning because she usually does, regardless of how bad she wants it. I don’t have this, as my routine and sleep schedule can vary wildly.
...
We entered the kitchen and I cooked her some Portuguese sausages that the owners of the villa had left, I had a couple myself, they were very nice.
”We’ll have to shopping tomorrow. Maybe even tonight.”, I announced.
”That’s fine, we can go on the way back from dinner.”, Karen tried to say, her mouth full of sausage.
”Well, that’s if we are going out. I don’t know any restaurants out here.”
”Good point, even Google Maps doesn’t know much about them in rural places.”, Karen claimed, unusually admitting a flaw in her modern technology.
”We should probably just go out into the village and explore, I’ve found some of my favourite Portuguese restaurants just by exploring. Like MiraRio, down by the Lutz road near Burgau.”
“Okay!”, excitedly shouted Karen.
...
After she was done eating, I opened the patio door and led her out to the poolside. She then turned right back around, shut the patio door and shutters, got changed inside; out of my view, and came back out.
”You know, you really don’t need to do all that. I’ve seen you naked before.”
”I-it’s still embarsssing th-though!”
”Nevermind. I still can’t believe you got to your age without the ability to swim.”
“S-shut up, I can!”
”Barely. And that’s only because I taught you last time we went to Horsham.
”Stop being mean and start teaching me how to get better already!”
I chuckled, and jumped right into the deep end of the pool. Of course, I’m so tall that the pool wasn’t that deep, but for Karen the deep end was still a scary prospect. She stood around shaking on the side of the pool.
”Come on, jump in! I’ll be here to help you if you sink.”
”B-but it’s scary!”
”Just jump. It’s not that hard. I can’t catch you as that would just hurt the both of us, but if you jump in and sink I’ll dive down and pull you up. But you won’t sink, at least not for more than a few seconds, as humans are very buoyant.”
”Can I just climb in the stairs?”
”No! Jump in, it’s way more fun. And using the steps is awful, you feel the effect of the cold water on your warm body for much longer as you slowly submerge yourself. It’s way better to jump.”
Karen stammered to herself, hesitating, and then surprised me by jumping right in. I sideswam to the right to dodge her, moving out of the way with perfect timing.
As I had suspected, Karen flew down to the bottom, and then immediately floated back up, into my arms as I was already waiting for her.
”Told you.”, I said.
”Told me what!?”, she cried, terrified and shaking.
”That you’d float. I’ve been swimming since I was 2 years old, I know how this works. I think I might even have been 18 months old when I first learned to swim properly.”
”Don’t boast. Just because your mum gave you swimming lessons...”
”No, she didn’t. Swimming lessons suck! All of my experiences with swimming lessons have been terrible! I learned it from scratch, by hand, no lessons!”
”Wait, really? How?”
”Well, when I was 6 months old Mum used to take me swimming, she’d mostly carry me in the water, but I got used to it and learned to kick my legs. When I was 1, Mum had me in a baby float jacket so I could swim around on my own and not sink. But then one day, when I was between 18 months and 2 years old, we were in Corfu, either that or Majorca, and we were trying to follow directions to a park. But we got lost, and the road deteriorated into a donkey path. However, Dad then saw a sign that said there was a beach down the hillside, and Mum decided she wanted to visit it. So they took me down this horrible crappy pathway down a cliff until we reached this tiny little cove. The beach was deserted, and looked practically untouched! No litter, no rubbish, no mess, just pure, whitish-yellow sand.”
”Hang on, you found a pristine, unknown, empty beach? And no one knew about it?”
”Yeah! And it gets better. We didn’t have any swimming equipment, so we just skinnydipped and enjoyed the ocean. Mum and Dad were taking turns to look after me. But after a while, Dad noticed some caves and grottos you could access from the beach in the water, and he took me to explore then with Mum following us. We spent some time there, and I got bored, and while Mum and Dad weren’t looking, I left the grotto. Mum and Dad spent 10 minutes panicking and looking for me, and decided to go back to the beach worried I’d been swept out to sea, or somehow disappeared, only to spot me lying on the beach sunbathing. I’d just got bored and decided to swim back.”
”WAIT WHAT!? You just swam back on your own!? That’s crazy!”
”I know! Turns out, I could swim perfectly fine without the float jacket Mum made me wear, but as she was, no, still is, very overprotective of me, so this was the first opportunity I had to prove myself.”
”That’s hilarious.”
”Definitely. But the moral of the story is that if 2-year old me could swim, you 100% can too.”
”Maybe.”
...
I spent a while trying to Karen better swimming skills. For me, swimming is easy and almost as natural as walking, I’m especially expert at swimming underwater. But for Karen, it was clearly quite hard. I found it hard to concentrate after a while, the constant splashing reminding me of my decision to delay using the bathroom this morning.
“I can wait...” I told myself, starting to regret my desire to have some fun with my bladder.
End of Chapter 20:
Wow! Chapter 20! That’s crazy. None of my other stories have got more than what, half the length of this? Awesome! I hope you guys are enjoying this one, I plan to keep it going for a while as I have plenty of real life experiences and fictional fantasies to base the story on.
Edited May 6, 2019 by RagingPython
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Sorry for not posting yesterday, I fell asleep really early and didn’t get a chance.
Chapter 21:
I played in the pool with Karen for a bit longer before she started moaning she was tried and asked if she could sunbathe instead. I, wanting to go in and have some fun before the urge got too unbearable, said she could, but that I wasn’t going to join her. She didn’t mind, as I pretended I was going to have a nap as I’d woken up much earlier than her.
I dried off with a towel, and headed into the villa. As I stepped through the door, Karen called after me:
”I might come in with you later, if you look comfortable enough when I go in.”
I assumed this was a joke, and went in. Climbing into my bed, I was very exited. Here I was, in bed, on my own, Karen wouldn’t be finished sunbathing for hours, and I could feel my bladder aching and protesting as I shifted it around while I lied down.
”Anything could happen now...“ I thought, exited at the prospect of finally satisfying my fantasies.
”Now’s my chance... I think I’ll wait a little though, just to make it feel a little fuller.”
I put my head on the pillow, and relaxed, trying to find a comfortable position where the extra weight didn’t feel too bad.
“Ahh... I really am quite tired... I hope I didn’t fall asleep. I can handle a lot, even when sleeping, but I’m not sure I can resist this much liquid, I skipped my morning pee so I haven’t let any out since last night...” I thought, giving myself a squeeze as I felt the complaints when I imagined myself reliving it all like I would most mornings.
I felt myself sinking into the mattress, and subconsciously faded to black.
............
I woke up some time later, to find that my legs were already jiggling even before I’d realised how bad it was.
”O-ohh...” I groaned, feeling far too much pressing down on me.
”How long was I asleep for?”, I thought, “More importantly... When did I last use the bathroom!?”
It was painful, behind the point of normal desperation. It felt like it was pushing harder than ever before...
”A-ah-ahh... I might not make it, even if I run...”, I said to myself quietly.
I suddenly realised that (surprisingly) Karen was sitting down next to me. Luckily, the surprise wasn’t bad enough to cause me to lose control. Karen stepped closer, and got onto the bed with me.
She threw off the quilt.
She leant down, on her knees, supporting her upper body with her hands.
She crawled closer to me, before slotting her left leg between mine.
”Rosalynne?”, she said, in an alluring voice I’d never heard from her before.
I tried to pretend I was asleep, trying to force my legs to stop shaking despite the floodgates they were holding back, far too focused on not wetting myself to be able to have a conversation with Karen.
“Rosalynne?”, she said again, making me struggle to resist her voice.
Almost as if she knew what was wrong, she crawled forward. Her face directly above mine now, she slowly moved her left leg closer to my crotch.
”Rosalynne, I know how badly you want to go right now.”, she said, her face going a little red.
”H-huh? H-how...?”, I muttered.
”Because you’ve been squirming around so much. I’ve been watching you for a while.”, she said, smiling a sweet little smile.
”...o-okay...”, I struggled.
I lay there, desperate to hold myself tightly with both hands.
”You know... from here, I could do anything to you... even this:”, she sexually said.
Her leg rose, and laid her knee on top of the growing bulge protruding from my lower body.
Moaning, I tried to ask her to stop.
”Huh? You want me to do more? I always knew you were into this...”
Smiling a sadistic smile, she pressed down a little harder...
“I’m going to explode! I can feel it... this is too much!”, I panicked.
”N-no... n-no...”, I begged, but Karen pushed with even more strength...
”It’s coming! I can’t stop it anymore!”
“n-n-no... m-more...” I moaned to Karen, and she finally eased off, only to suddenly squish it all the way.
”N-nnngh! ...n-no... A-ahh...!”, I cried, feeling a spurt escaping.
Karen lifted her leg again and moved it back to resting before my crotch again.
“You enjoyed that didn’t you? Good job on enduring so much... I could feel how strained it was, how badly stretched it is after countless hours of lacking release! I bet it hurts now, doesn’t it?”
”...y-yes...”
”Oh, you poor thing. But I’m not going to let you go just yet. I could do all sorts to push you further... maybe I could... I don’t know, lower your pyjamas?”
Karen removed the pyjamas I’d hastily put on before getting into bed, revealing how badly I’d leaked. Not too badly, considering the strength of the urge.
”Ah, little Rosalynne couldn’t take it... I can’t wait to see how much longer you can go for.”
”P-please, let m-me go!” I asked, clutching at myself and regaining some control.
”Not yet. I said I wanted to push your limits, remember?”
”N-no! I-I really need t-to! I haven’t b-been since l-last n-night!”
”You can wait.”, she said with an even hotter voice, and placed a hand upon the bulge, which was still enough to cause it to twinge severely.
...
Karen leant down over me, kissing me on the forehead.
”Hold until I’m satisfied, and maybe I’ll let you do something to me.”
”I-I can’t...”
”Yes you can. To make it more interesting, how about you drink this?”
She presented me with one of my 750ml bottles, filled to the brim with ice cold water.
End of Chapter 21: |
Sorry for not posting in a few days, I’ve been dedicating almost all my time to a thing with my friend. I might not be able to post so much throughout the next couple weeks as well as I have some important exams, but I should still be able to post these some days.
Chapter 23:
I forced myself to stand up, trying my hardest to ignore the pain.
“Ooh... why am I doing this... I should just run to the bathroom, why am I playing along...” I worried, still forcing myself to take small steps out of our room and then down the corridor.
Really though, I knew why I was playing along. I was enjoying it. I’m not sure, even to this day, why this is a fantasy of mine, but it is. I was far too aroused and exited by the feeling of being pushed to my limit to use the toilet and end it there.
“N-no... I shouldn’t be enjoying this...”, I tried to convince myself, stopping in the corridor, “B-but... it’s so much fun... and I’m so turned on...”
Despjte my doubts, I decided that I should make the most of this as it wouldn’t happen again, and started walking.
The situation was getting worse and worse, my bladder felt almost numb, I could barely feel the pressure anymore, but it felt like it was pressing right down on my urethra and that it was purely my willpower stopping it now.
I kept walking. Some steps caused small droplets to come out, making me have to stop and dance even harder to hold it back.
”If I add a cup of tea to this... I think I’ll explode!”
By some miracle, I eventually reached the kitchen.
I slowly waddled towards the kettle, and picked it up, having to remove one of my much needed hands from its position holding back the floodgates, making the procedure agonising and even more risky.
”A-ah... without my hand... so desperate... almost leaking...”, I barely managed to moan, hoping it would get the message across to Karen, who was waiting by the doorway, watching my eagerly.
I moved the kettle into the sink. Luckily, the sink was large enough that I could place the kettle down in it and turn on the tap, before quickly clutching at myself once more.
“Nonononononononononono! I can’t take a tap as well! I can use both hands for a little, but the running water is almost too much...”
I stood there, shaking rapidly, legs double crossed, hands digging deep into my crotch area, trying desperately to resist the explosive desire to burst.
The kettle filled up quickly, I had to turn the tap off.
I removed a hand, and tried to shut off the tap in as little time as possible.
I wasn’t fast enough, hot, clearish-yellow liquid began to flow from me...
”No! N-not now...”, I moaned, and by pure luck was able to stem the flow.
Karen approached me, thinking I’d lost control, but after gently feeling around my underwear, she realised I’d held the vast majority back.
”Ooh, you had a big leak this time... but you held it in still. I think I’ll let you off this time, as that was a difficult task. Naturally though, you’ll be drinking a few pints of water to make up for it.
”Please... no... anything but... but that!”
“Alright, how about 2 mugs of tea instead?”
”Ahh! N-no! Please... no more...”
”Don’t worry,”, she said with a sadistic giggle, “I’ll just make you drink one pint. After, you can drink your tea, and then you can sit with me on the sofa like a good girl for a bit, and maybe after that I’ll let you have a little break.”
”Ooooh.... o-okay...” I said weakly, barely able to focus on anything other than how badly I wanted to pee.
I put the kettle on its cradle, and turned it on. Luckily the sound of boiling water isn’t nearly as bad as the sound of flowing water for making it hard to ignore the amount of water building in my bladder.
Still shaking there, holding back with all my strength, I noticed the clock on the wall.
”N-nnngh... 4... 4 o’Clock!? N-no... I can’t... it can’t be that late...”, I struggled to believe, knowing that that would mean it’d been 10 whole hours since I denied myself a morning pee. Of course, that also meant that for 3 of them I was asleep, which is more believable, but that’s a long time to go without. Especially considering how it meant I’d last been more than 12 hours previously.
The kettle finished, distracting me. I grabbed a mug, added a teabag, and reheated the kettle to boiling point, and the poured it. All one handed, as I couldn’t possibly spare the other. The flowing water as the kettle poured caused my bladder to send a powerful spasm up through my body, but I was able to resist another full-blown leak, limiting myself to little spurts.
I stood there for another 5 minutes while it brewed, in pure agony.
Every second felt like an hour.
Every minute felt even longer.
Somehow, I was able to endure it until the tea was ready, and I removed the tea bag. I opened the fridge, and barely got the milk out before I had to put it down on the counter and grab myself, the sudden cold air from the fridge surprising my bladder.
After closing the fridge and regaining composure, I removed the milk’s lid, and poured it into the tea, somehow managing to resist the desire to let my bladder release and have my pee pour out too...
I put the milk back in the fridge, nearly bursting once again.
I picked up the tea, and very slowlily approached Karen, who was in the doorway. I had to stop after every step to double cross my legs. Eventually, I reached her, and she said: “Good girl, you made the tea. Come on then, sit on the sofa. I’ll get you a pint of water to go with it.”
Too desperate to reply, I walked over to the sofa and sat down.
All I could think about was peeing...
End of Chapter 23:
This entire scene over the last couple of chapters was originally based off of a real life event, and I really wasn’t expecting people to enjoy this as much as people did. Which is brilliant, now I know to include more content like this, as I enjoy it too. I’m actually extending the scene a bit too, it was originally going to end in this chapter, but I’m going to write another as this is a fiction and I can do that.
Hopefully you guys all enjoyed this!
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Chapter 24:
I waited on the sofa, keeping my legs tightly crossed, waiting in agony for Karen’s return.
It wasn’t long, but it felt like hours. You know how everyone says that time flies when you are having fun? Yeah, well when you are in severe discomfort it moves slower than ever.
Eventually Karen came back into the room and walked over to me, making sure to shake the glass just enough for me to hear the water splashing against the sides of the glass, and to hear the ice cubes clinking together. It was like she knew exactly what to do, as if she’d done her research.
She put the glass on the coffee table, and lied down on the sofa, curling around me.
This position would ordinarily feel like heaven, but now my bladder was aching so badly it felt like hell.
I would normally have made a joke about it being for coffee, not water, but I was too preoccupied, and I really didn’t want to think about water or coffeee right now.
”Come on then, be a good girl and drink up.”
”N-no... t-too much...”
”It’s not too much for you, is it? Surely you can handle just a little more? It can’t have been that long since you used the bathroom. Oh wait, you skipped your morning pee didn’t you? If only you’d gone when you had the chance...”
”S-stop... t-torturing m-m... m-me...”
”Why? I can tell you are enjoying this too. I’m having a great time, and despite having to pee like no tomorrow this is exactly what you wanted, right? You’ve been fantasising about me, and you’ve always wanted to be the submissive one for once...”
”H-how...?”
”How did I know? It’s not hard to tell, anyone who’s into omorashi leaves tracks. Especially if they are close to you.”
”But come on now, enough about this, you have a glass of water to drink. Do you want to do it slowly, giving yourself time to recover from each intake? Or do you want to do it quickly, to avoid it dragging out or making it worse mid-drink.”
”N-nngh... nn... n-no...”, I moaned pitifully, grabbing the glass with a hand I really couldn’t spare and draining it in one go, not even stopping for breath.
“Oooh, someone’s feeling brave, aren’t they!”
I quivered, trying not to lose control. I tried to double cross my legs, meeting some success.
Karen readjusted her position, giving me a slight jolt that caused a little to leak out.
“It feels like it’s going to pop, doesn’t it?”, Karen suggested, alluringly, lowering my bottoms and beginning to gently stroke and caresses the growing bulge.
”Y... y-y... a-ah! Y-yes...”, I eventually replied, struggling with the near-orgasmic touch of Karen’s soft fingers.
”If you drink even another drop, your dam will burst, won’t it?”
”A-ah... a-ah... y-yes...”, I said again, breathing heavily.
”Well, you have to drink this whole mug of tea, but if you behave and hold it all back like a big girl, I won’t make you drink anymore.”
”T-thank... o-ooh... y-y... y-you...”, I struggled, my bladder disliking the stimulation.
Karen eased off a little, knowing I wouldn’t be able to endure it much longer.
............
After about 5 minutes, I was at my limit. In fact, I felt like I was way beyond it. With quivering, shaking, and vibrating double crossed legs and both hands thrust hard into my crotch I knew I wasn’t going to make it. I couldn’t move even. I was fully at the mercy of Karen.
”Now then, I think it’s about time you drink that tea. You can handle another mug, right?”, Karen said, getting closer to, but being careful not to touch my bladder, knowing any kind of interaction would cause me to explode.
”C-can’t... m-move... t-too f-full...”, I just barely managed to stammer. I couldn’t think straight, I was so focused on not giving out I could barely take notice of anything else.
”Oh? Well, if you can’t move, I guess I’ll just have to help you drink it.”
She picked up the tea, and tilted my head backwards. She gently helped me drink it, mouthful after mouthful, until it was gone a minute later.
It was a very good cup of tea, but I was unable to take notice due to the impending flood.
I was on the verge of tears, so uncomfortable, so painful, so desperate. It felt like I was trying to hold back a waterfall, the full force of thousands of gallons of water, all locked up in far too little space. Despite the anguish, I’d never felt more turned on in my life.
“Now that you’ve drunk that, I think we should let you wait a little while it hits you.”
”P-please...”, was all I was able to mumble. Any more words simply didn’t materialise, I was too full to speak anymore.
............
The tea went right through me, and in a mere few minutes I was well beyond bursting. I tried to triple cross my legs.
Something, anything, I have to keep holding this in!
“I think I’ve let you suffer enough, Rosalynne.”, said Karen, who was now sitting next to me, and observing the swollen, stretched, bulging area above my vagina.
”Time to give you some release.”, she said, and turned towards me.
She leant down into me, forcing me down onto the sofa.
The sudden movement was too much, I felt the seal breaking.
All I could do was moan in pure pleasure, finally able to let loose.
Karen smiled at me, and pushed down as hard as possible on my bladder.
Within seconds, the clearish-golden liquid was flooding out from me. The dam had burst, the floodgates had opened, the river had overflowed. I had finally wet myself. All I could think about was how good it felt.
End of Chapter 24:
Oh, my god, that was so much fun to write. These last few chapters have been some of the most fun I’ve ever written, and I’m so glad you guys are enjoying them.
Edited May 14, 2019 by RagingPython
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Chapter 30. CHAPTER 30. That’s amazing! This story was never originally going to be this long, I planned the time in the airport, the first night in the local house, and that was it. But honestly, I had so much fun writing that that I decided to keep going. And now here we, on Chapter 30. I’m not gonna stop any time soon as I’m still having a great time and have loads of ideas, but I have to say it’s incredible that people have been enjoying this series as much as I have this whole time. I’ve found that although the story is primarily fictional, using real life events as inspiration or just basing scenes off of them is really good for creating convincing and fun situations. Also, as each chapter is roughly the length of an A4 page, I estimate that this story would probably fill at least 50 pages of a normal-sized book.
Chapter 30:
“So, how much did the meals cost?”, I asked Karen.
”Don’t worry,”, she said, seeing me take out my purse, “you took me on this lovely holiday for free, so I’ll pay for this.”
”Aww, thanks Karen.”
”You’re welcome, I’m just glad you took me on this trip. It’s been a little embarrassing sometimes, but I’ve had a lot of fun already.”
After this short conversation, we both watched the ocean for a bit, mostly in silence, listening to the sounds of the waves.
”Hey, do you want to go swimming?”, Karen eagerly suggested.
”H-huh!? N-now? It’s nearly 9 O’Clock at night!”
”Yeah! It’ll be great! There’s no one here as well, so we’ll be the only ones!”
”B-but, it’ll be freezing!”
”I don’t mind, I’ll have you to warm me up. And you like the cold.”
”Y-yeah... b-but... we d-don’t have a-any... any swimsuits...”, I mumbled, feeling my cheeks sink into red.
”I guess that’s an issue. But I don’t mind, you’ve seen me naked.”, said Karen, mostly undeterred.
”We’re st-still in public! You c-can’t swim n-naked here!”, I argued, my cheeks a deep red still.
“Fine... if you insist. But I want to go swimming when we get to our villa. At night.”, said Karen, a little disappointed.
”Okay! I love a good bit of nightswimming.”, I responded, looking forward to later tonight.
”I wouldn’t mind swimming naked with you somewhere else either... maybe if we found a more secluded empty beach...?”, said Karen, her own cheeks going a little pink, but nevertheless putting on a cheeky smile.
”N-no!”, I shouted out at her, my cheeks redder than ever.
”M-maybe... for a little while. But we’d need to find somewhere really unknown and small, so that no one else will go there...”, I continued, looking away from Karen.
............
Having embarrassed ourselves, mostly me, we returned to the silence of the night and drank our drinks, waiting for our meals to arrive. The night really is relaxing, the quite sounds of the nighttime insects, and the powerful sound of the waves breaking... I could fall asleep to this. Except for the cicadas, which are horrible and I hate them with a burning passion.
By the time I’d finished my entire glass of lemonade, the meal was ready. A few minutes after I had finished with the drink, the waiter came out with a massive dish.
”Wow! That’s massive! What did you order, Karen?”
”The seafood stew! I saw it on a specials board!”, she shouted, smiling, perfectly timed to coincide with the waiter removing the lid to the container.
”Yes! Karen, thank you so much! I’m so glad you remembered I love seafood stew. This is a lot though, even for me. What did you order for yourself?”
”It’s to share, silly. Like always, with seafood stew. That’s why you eat it so rarely.”
”Wait, you ordered this because you knew I’d like it, and gave up your swordfish? Oh, I’m sorry...”
”No, don’t worry. The smile on your face was worth it. And besides, I like seafood too. But I do want to try to swordfish some other day.”
”Sure. I’ll buy you some swordfish to make up for this.”
............
We ate the stew happily, it was really good! There was rice, and sauce, and spices, and so many different types of fish and other seafood. Honestly, it’s so good. The fact that Karen was happy too made it even better.
When the stew was finished, at around 10, we were both quite full up. In addition to finishing the stew, Karen had drunk both her coke and a mug of tea, and I had drunk the rest of the kettle (two mugs) along with the aforementioned glass of lemonade. I’d also ordered a refill and drank some of that. Despite how much we had drunk and eaten, I still suggested that we get pudding. A quick look at the deserts menu made these a certainty.
”Oh my god, look! Lemon sorbet, in a lemon! Karen, they sell it! I’m totally having that. As I’m definitely having that, is there anything you want?”, I shouted, exited. Lemon sorbet in a lemon is very important to me, as it relates to some of my oldest memories from Portugal.
”Umm, I think I’ll have the mango & passion fruit sorbet. It’s a shame it doesn’t come in a real mango or a passion fruit though.”
”Should I go and get it?”, I offered.
”No, I’ll do it. You got the drinks, so let’s take it in turns.”, Karen said, and stood up to go inside.
A minute later, she had returned. She sat back down, and said that it shouldn’t be too long.
............
I finished my second glass of lemonade, and stood up:
”Well, as we’re waiting, I think I’ll go and visit the girls’ room. All that liquid’s starting to get to me.”
”Ah! I forgot to tell you! Th-there isn’t one...”, Karen admitted, clearly blushing.
”W-what do you mean?”
”I-I mean... the restaurant d-doesn’t have one...”, Karen mumbled.
”Okay. You know, I really could’ve done with knowing that before I downed two pints of lemonade and two thirds of a kettle of tea, right?”
End of Chapter 30:
I’m not kidding about that seafood stew, by the way. It’s actually incredible. It’s based off the real life sea food stew which you can buy from the Breira Mar in Burgau, Portugal. If anyone goes out there, I recommend you try the stew, even though it’s supposed to be shared between two, and there’s enough stuff for 3 people I’d say. Take the main road down to the beach, past the green grocer, it’s down there if you go far enough, just by Bar Brizze.
Edited July 16, 2019 by RagingPython
Full chapter posted, warning message removed. Extra paragraph at the end. Missing word added.
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Chapter 38:
I hadn’t realised it yet, but I had fallen into another dream, reliving a memory from secondary school. Of course, I was used to that by now, but this wasn’t a normal memory-dream, this was effectively the nightmare equivalent, a bad memory I wanted nothing better than to forget.
I was walking down the History corridor, towards the deserted main hall. I’d just left class, wanting the bathroom.
Before I could take my left turn towards my destination, I heard a shout before the sound of a muffled cry, towards my right on the main staircase. Naturally I ran towards the noise to investigate.
I found the source; my close friend Danielle, Some asshole had grabbed her, IN FULL VIEW, and was trying to grope her! (This wasn’t enough the only time I witnessed something like this, either. I’m not sure what it was with this school but I saw similar things happen at least 3 times.)
”What the hell do you think you are doing!?”, I screamed up the stairs.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”, the assailant called back.
”That’s my friend you’ve got! Leave her alone right now!”
”Why should I? I don’t have to listen to you!”, he shouted back, trying to sound tough. He didn’t release Danielle, but he at least stopped violating her rights.
”Look: I don’t know who you are, and I don’t much care. That’s my friend, so I highly recommend you leave her alone and get out of here. I don’t know if you are new here or something, but I have a reputation around here for a reason. Leave her alone, right now, or I’ll need to teach how I got this reputation.”, I ordered, trying to sound as cool as possible.
”Trying to be a tough chick, are you? I’ll have you know I’m pretty well-known around here too.”, he claimed, still trying (and failing) to sound tough. I found out later that this guy was pretty infamous for sexual assaults, including a few on my friends, but that didn’t matter at the time.
”I said, leave my friend alone! You have until the count of 3 to get out of my sight, or I’ll remove you by force.”
”Haha! Yeah, right! Like a fatass like you could take me down in a fight! As if!”
”Three!”
”You should leave me alone and drop the tough act before you get hurt!”, he taunted.
”Two!”
”You serious about this? I WILL HURT YOU IF YOU DON’T LEAVE!”, the groper continued, ignoring my countdown.
”One! Last chance!”, I bellowed.
Then, there was silence. The asshole at the stairs didn’t move.
”Fine! You leave me no choice!”, I shouted, the fire in my eyes blazing. I charged forwards.
My mind was focused solely on one thing: winning.
I lost all control of my actions, my movements, everything became a blur, moving on its own.
............
Within seconds I was at the top of the stairs, and I slammed my fist right into his chest, hitting him with the full force of my momentum and weight. He went flying backwards, into the wall, and onto the floor.
With a scream of pain, the guy collapsed for a few seconds, unable to move. But he pulled himself back together, and turned to run, with the same shocked ‘deer-in-headlights’ look everyone who tried to fight me pulled.
Before I could swing enough punch, he ran off down the hall.
I followed, pushing into a run.
I could see him, my target, as he darted down another stairwell into the courtyard. I took the same route, trying to catch up. Luckily, he reached his limit much faster than me. With stamina to spare, I ran up close and smashed right into him, shoulder first, kicking him back to the ground.
He cried out in pain, completely collapsed, unable to move. Not wanting to let him escape again, I took a runup, and threw another powerful punch, hitting him with all my strength in the chest.
I could tell he wouldn’t be fighting back any time soon.
I thought I was over, and I could stand down, but a noise alerted me.
”Hey, what’re you doing to Brett!?”, came to angry voice of a tall football player I recognised.
I’d fought this guy before, he knew me.
”I’m ending a fight, what does it look like I’m doing?”, I replied.
”Not against my buddy you ain’t!”, he claimed, and ran towards me. I sprinted towards him as well.
He hit me hard in the face, somehow missing my glasses, and knocking me down. I looked up to him, my face red with rage. He recognised me, and scarpered. As someone who’d fought me before, he knew what I could do.
The sound of the lunch bell echoed through the courtyard, and people began piling onto of classrooms and into the canteen and courtyard.
I got to my feet, and kept running. I caught up to him, he had stopped round the corner for a rest.
I swung at him, and missed. While I readied another blow, he ran into the canteen.
I didn’t want to continue, I tried to stop, but I had no control over my body, my instincts telling me that I had to win, I HAD TO WIN THIS. I threw the door open with a crash, scanning the room for my rival. Upon spotting him I ran forwards.
The room was full of people, I dodged, I weaved, I zigged, I zagged. The asshole I was chasing had no regard for who he ran into, but I did, I couldn’t just hit someone, that would collateral damage and I needed to avoid that.
My target turned off into the main hall, I followed, my lungs starting to ache for breath. I ran down the hall, trying to void the crowds of people, when someone ran out of the Maths corridor in front of me.
I swerved, unable to stop myself, I’d been running at maximum speed and I was too heavy to stop that fast. Trying desperately to slow down, I saw the outline of a person ahead, then their terrified face, and then...
I woke up, screaming.
”No! I can’t! What!? Why!? Huh!?”, I cried, amazed to realise I was in bed, and not in the corridor.
”I was dreaming...!? What!?”
“Oh, why that one...!? Of all the memories... why that one... why now?”, I shouted into the darkness, my mind a whirl of shaken up memories and confusion.
”H-huh...? Rosalynne?”, came Karen’s murmuring voice.
“Karen! Right... I’m with her, in bed. It was just a dream Rosalynne... I was just dreaming. Just a bad dream...”
“Did you have a nightmare, Rosalynne?”
Karen’s soft, kind voice calmed my mind a bit, and I made sense of my dazzled mind.
”I-I... I just had a horrible dream.”
”Oh, what kind? No matter what happened, don’t worry, it wasn’t real.”
”Karen, that’s the worst part! It was real!”
”Oh... you poor thing, you had one of those dreams again where you relive your past while asleep, didn’t you?”
”Yep...”
”I’m sorry, Rosalynne... I didn’t even know you had them with bad memories.”
”No, I do. Especially this one... it comes back to haunt me once in a while.”
”I think I know, it’s the time when you nearly sent that girl through the wall, isn’t it?”
”Yeah... I don’t know why it bothers me so much... we both lived, with some injuries, even though the door we crashed into had be replaced... it’s just, that look on her face as I was approaching her... ever since, I’ve been scared of getting into fights in case I seriously hurt someone else...”
”Don’t worry, I’m with you now. You’ll be fine. I’ve got you.”, Karen said reassuringly, lying me back down and wrapping her arms around me.
”Thank you... I’m sorry for waking you up.”
End of Chapter 38:
Wow, this one ended up longer than I expected. It was originally going to just be a memory-based nightmare to wake me up to begin the next chapter, but then I remembered a real experience to base the nightmare off and I ended up writing for way longer than I originally planned. |
note: not my story
As usual, it didn't take long for Jessica to get out of bed. She sits up despite her drowsiness and turns off the alarm clock, whose display reads six on the dot. A sense of dread over what would happen today fills her thoughts, just like any other day.
After hitting the lights she stands up with a soft groan. Her bladder is full, but this isn't like a typical morning urge. The woman can feel a strong pressure underneath the waistband of her panties. She has to pee so bad it sends a chill through her body, which is not surprising when she remembers that she hasn't urinated since five in the afternoon on the previous day.
Still in her underwear, she throws a robe on and goes to make breakfast. Jessica walks past the bathroom on her way to the fridge. The door is open and the toilet looks inviting. If only she could sit down and relieve herself it would feel so good, so relaxing and wonderful. Instead, she walks right past the bathroom and grabs the milk from the fridge. After filling a bowl with cereal and pouring a glass of juice she sits down to eat, downing the orange juice over the protests of her bladder and not once stopping to give her crotch a quick squeeze.
With that out of the way she sets the dishes in the sink and walks past the bathroom again to go to her bedroom, taking a seat at the vanity. The mirror shows an attractive young woman of eighteen, almost nineteen years of age. Her shoulder length red hair has a slight curl to it and her body has a healthy, almost athletic level of fitness to it. Her hazel eyes stare back at her in a neutral way, but in the recent past they had a fierce sharpness to them.
Now begins the morning ritual of makeup. Jessica starts with a light foundation before grabbing the eye shadow. She trembles slightly from badly wanting to pee, yet covers her eyelids with ease. The eyeliner, mascara, and blush are all done in the same discomfort. Lipstick is usually the easy part but even this seems to take forever. It feels good to her as the cosmetic slides across her lips but her legs shake nervously the whole time. Her bladder seems to ache worse when she is sitting, which is a shame because she can't stand up until she fixes her nail polish, both on her fingers and her toes. After sitting still and waiting for what seems like an eternity for her makeup to dry, she can stand up to get dressed.
Jessica's work clothes start with brown pantyhose, a black bodysuit that flaunts her breast size, high heels, and a pair of cat ears on her head. She grabs her purse and a few more accessories, which include a tail that sticks to her butt, before leaving the apartment to go to work.
"Ah, damn it. I have to pee so fucking bad. This isn't fair!" thinks Jessica.
To say her behavior is unusual would be correct, however, she is not to blame for it. She has fallen victim to mind control just like every other woman in the city. It renders her incapable of acting of her own accord. Everything she can do, she can do because her master or an authority figure told her to do it. When a command is given she is unable to resist in any way. The young woman would literally jump off a cliff without a single complaint. The only part of her that is unaffected is her thoughts. Like a sanctuary where she can be herself, her thoughts and feelings are there to remind her that she is a living person.
As far as Jessica knows it all started a year ago. Most of her homeworld, Altisha, is already united under a single government, with the rest of it full of smaller, rebel states. The leaders of this single government, known as the Edireca Empire, have made their thirst for power and total world domination no secret.
Mind control technology, using a combination of drugs and radio waves, was developed at the monarch's behest. With it, the police were to gain unchallenged control over the population and render the criminals incapable of breaking the law. At first they introduced the drug as a vaccine for a dangerous new virus and broadcasted the radio frequency from towers, but they soon realized that this drug only works on females. The entire male population was unaffected. Even so, rebels are few and the police have more than enough power to keep them underground.
Jessica was seventeen and living with some friends when it happened. She got the vaccine just to avoid being jailed for noncompliance and was able to go home quietly. Soon after, she got a call on the phone. The man said he was a clerk at the nearest courthouse and told her to come to the building on her own to request a master. Jessica thought there was something suspicious about this and would normally hang up, but to her surprise she obeyed his command. She didn't want to sign away her freedom and knew she had to stay home, but her body moved on it's own and she could not stop herself from signing the papers.
In most cases, women were programmed to obey their husbands or fathers when the program started. The men, showing the general lack of respect for humanity that their empire is known for, were happy with the change. Women without fathers or husbands were assigned a master by the government.
Presently, every female citizen is required to take a pill once a day and wear a device that produces the needed radio frequency at all times. Jessica's owner is in charge of handing out the drug as females usually don't carry their own supply, and her earrings emit the inaudible tone that activates the drug.
The sun is up now, and as Jessica steps out of her apartment building she finds her bicycle and climbs on. She had a driver's license, but due to concerns that the mind control could temporarily disable a girl and cause her to crash, women are no longer allowed to drive unless a licensed male is in the passenger seat.
Her bladder sends a tingle of protest as it is squished by her peddling. The gentlemen's club isn't too far away, so on days where the weather wouldn't mess up her clothing she commutes on this bicycle.
"Ohhh! I swear... I swear i'm gonna piss myself if I hit a pothole," thinks Jessica, quietly enduring her torment. "Stupid Rainier! Why doesn't he just tell me to pee after getting up?!"
Minutes later she reaches her workplace, a fancy club that often caters to high profile guests. Rainier is waiting for her at the entrance. A chubby man in his late twenties, he is goofy and sociable at the same time. Some say he is perfectly suited to manage a gentlemen's club.
"Ah, rode in on the bike today? I guess you've come to... peddle your wares! Ha ha ha!"
Jessica thinks to herself, "You fucking nerd," however, before locking her bicycle up she smiles at him and says "Good morning, Mr. Rainier."
The interior of the club looks classy. There is a bar, a stage, tables, and several private booths just in the main room. Being located in the empire's capital city, Altera, gives Rainier plenty of high paying customers such as generals, supreme judges, corporate leaders, and even people who are related to the royal family. Rainier takes his position behind the bar preparing drinks while Jessica helps her master by waiting on the customers.
"Come on you idiot, tell me to use the bathroom! I can't work a full shift like this!"
Unfortunately for Jessica, her master forgets all about her needs as they begin work. She is left to serve drinks as the pressure in her bladder gets worse. It makes her bodysuit feel tight around her stomach. Every step she takes sends a sting into her womanly muscles, the timing perfectly matches the clacking sound of her high heels striking the floor. Soon, she thinks she feels a dampness against her crotch. As much as she wants to feel to make sure she hasn't wet herself it is not possible for her to do so.
To make things worse, the customers always try to fondle her as she waits on them. It isn't long before some stock trader squeezes her butt. It sends a mild tickling through her flesh and makes her bladder feel weak.
"Not now! Damn... i'm... gonna pee!" thinks Jessica. On the outside, she doesn't react to this in any way. She simply wipes off a nearby table like she couldn't care less if someone is touching her. "Come on... You're like, sixty, right? You probably can't even get a hard on."
"Excuse me, miss?" says the gentlemen. "Can you tell me when the next stage performance is?"
Turning around to speak to him, Jessica smiles and says, "The other girls will be here soon. Erika will dance first, then Barbara. I will be dancing later this evening."
The old man looks disappointed, but makes it better by reaching up and cupping Jessica's breasts. He gropes slowly while saying, "Ah, that's too bad, I need to catch a plane soon. I guess I should plan my visits later in the day."
It sends a pleasant, yet somehow creepy tingle through her chest. The young woman shivers from it, and the burning desire to pee, yet can only dream of slapping him.
"Eww, this is SO gross! He smells like shit too!"
Jessica has to tolerate another minute of this before the nice old man is finished. She collects his money on the way out and stores it in Rainier's safe. For honest, hard working women such as herself, being incapable of theft means being trusted with any amount of money, no matter how much.
Without even asking for a quick bathroom break she moves on to the next table. She vaguely recognizes the faces and curses to herself that she would ever meet these boys again.
The two men look the same age as Jessica. They have short, spiky hair and wear polo shirts with the collars popped and raised up. She remembers them from high school, or to be exact, remembers turning them down for a date.
"Oh shit! Check it out Bossman, it's her!" says one of the men.
"Woah, Jessica?" asks Bossman. "Haw haw, I guess that answers my question! I was wondering if you got out of town in time, but it looks like you're a slave now!" He knows this is the case by her passive behavior. The girl he wanted to date back in school was a snake in comparison. "Yo Broski, do ya still like her?"
"Ya, I guess," replies Broski. He was turned down harshly and was quite angry about it when it happened. At least now there is no chance he will be laughed at. "You can still fuck even though your brains are scrambled, right?"
When Jessica sees Broshi's hand reach out for her crotch her instincts tell her to slap it away, just like any lady would want to do in this situation. To Broski's delight she is unable to do this. Her arm refuses to listen to her orders, for it will only obey the orders of others. The man's fingers grab on to her and squeeze her vagina through the thin material of her body suit. It sends a cold rush through her body and almost makes the woman wet herself from the feeling.
She gasps out loud and moans from the sensation, her mind control being unable to suppress cries of pain or pleasure. Through her moans she thinks to herself, "No! I don't wanna pee myself right now! Not in front of these losers!" Her legs wobble from the intense desire to relieve herself. She may not be able to pee without permission, but if her bladder reaches the limit of what it can hold she will still wet her pants.
"Hells yeah, I think she can fuck just fine!" says Broski, withdrawing his hand to check the moisture on his fingers. "Come on Bossman, there's an empty booth over there. I'll let you use her mouth while i'm working on her!"
"Noooo!" thinks Jessica, disgusted by the idea. "Not these guys! Anyone but them! I'd rather have the old man!"
The two men lead Jessica over to the booths. There isn't a lot of room, but the three of them manage to fit inside before Bossman closes the curtain. There is a single long seat with dim lighting and a space in the wall where drinks can be placed. The purpose of these booths is to have a little privacy while being affectionate with the female staff.
"Fuck, I am so stoked," says Bossman. He grins at the waitress and runs his hand over her crotch. He can see her shivering in an unusual way but has no idea why she does this.
"I gotta peeeee! It's gonna come out if they fuck me now!" thinks Jessica.
"Fuck me, I forgot my damn condom," Broski mutters while squeezing Jessica's breasts.
Bossman just laughs, "What do you care dude? It's not like she's gonna tell anyone."
"Good point!"
Jessica can feel the men fumbling around with her uniform. She may not be a virgin, but being taken by two guys at the same time will still be enough to cause an accident. Her bladder aches so bad she thinks a big enough penis may actually pop it. However, she won't learn the joys of full bladder sex today. The curtain swings open before the two men can get her undressed.
"Excuse me gentlemen, can I see your VIP cards?" asks Rainier.
The two men exchange a glance, neither of them have anything of the sort. Bossman speaks up first, saying, "Sorry man, we don't have those."
In truth, the obese man didn't even need to ask in order to find out. He knows all of his VIP customers personally. He has an agreement to honor passes from certain other clubs, but he can still tell these boys are too young to have anything of such value. "I'll have to ask you to return to your table then," says Rainier, much to Jessica's relief. "You can stare at my girls all you want, you can even get away with touching them, but only my VIP customers can bring the ladies in here and have sex."
"Okay," says Broski. "How do I get a VIP card?"
Grinning now, Rainier says, "I sell them for fifty thousand edirs."
"Fifty thousand?!" exclaims Broski.
"Our dads are rich, but we don't have that kind of money to spend on ass!" says Bossman. "Come on, just let us fuck her!"
Rainier shakes his head, "No way, my girls need to be clean and ready just in case a real VIP comes in. They wouldn't like it if I had to tell them to come back later, after they already paid for their membership."
Buying a stray woman like Jessica, who has no father or husband, is still young and far too cute for menial labor, costs quite a bit of money. The license for her was expensive so the money she wins from VIP members helped pay her off and even buy a few more young girls for Rainier.
Seeing the two men hesitate to let her go, Rainier adds, "Just because these girls are slaves doesn't make them your slaves. You always need the owner's permission to have sex with his girls. Our glorious empire does have laws... or have you forgotten?"
The men both pale when they hear this. "No... No, don't be silly. Of course we didn't forget," says Bossman. "We can't pay for this girl, so let's just go home Broski."
Dreading the swift, iron hand of the imperial court of justice, the men pay their tabs and quickly leave the club. Jessica stands there staring at her owner for a minute. Her face feels warm for some reason she doesn't understand. At least now she knows those two jerks won't be coming back to this particular club.
"Hmm, are you okay Jessica?" asks Rainier, checking her over. "Good, it looks like they didn't even get your clothes off. Now... I think i'll have you..."
"PEE! Tell me to pee god damn it!" thinks Jessica.
"... work the bar now that everyone is here."
"You bastard!" Jessica thinks while she smiles and says, "As you wish, Mr. Rainier."
The waitress quietly endures the burning, throbbing feeling in her bladder and goes to serve drinks behind the bar as her owner retreats to his office to order more supplies. She can see the other two girls have shown up by now. Erika is singing and dancing on the stage. She is the same age as Jessica and has curly blonde hair, the back of which is usually tied in a ponytail, leaving a few bangs in front. Her uniform is similar but the bodysuit and high heels are pink instead of black. She also wears bunny ears instead of Jessica's cat ears. Right now, most of the men are focused on her as she sings with a cheerfulness that seems genuine instead of forced.
Barbara walks up to Jessica after she gets behind the bar. She also has red hair, only hers is much longer than Jessica's. She doesn't wear a bunnygirl or catgirl suit like the others, but a long, black dress with elbow gloves and a low cut to show off her large breasts. Barbara isn't as agile as the other girls are, she would likely trip and fall on her butt if she tried to dance, so all she does on stage is sing. Luckily, her voice is the crowd favorite.
"Good morning miss Jessica," says Barbara. Her baby face and kind eyes are so lovely they make the other girl want to vomit.
"Good morning, Barbara." Jessica nods back before pulling out some glasses. "Stay back unless you want me to piss on you."
"I need seven shots of rum for the table over there please."
Jessica pours the drinks and hands them over, watching her friend deliver them to what looks like a bunch of congressmen. Her legs wobble behind the bar as she feels a few drops of urine escape. It doesn't show on her black uniform, but the crotch is starting to feel noticeably wet. If only she could grab herself like a normal girl it would feel so unbelievably good, but she has no ability to move her limbs independently.
It wouldn't be the first time she was wet herself since losing her free will, but due to her luck up until now it will be the first time in front of her owner and the other girls. Quite often does the forgetful Rainier tell her to use the bathroom. Jessica's first day on the job was fun, she was absolutely bursting at the end of her shift. She just barely made it home before wetting herself. For the first few months she would often wet herself after getting home, but this didn't matter at all, for she has standing orders to clean up any mess she makes and shower if she gets dirty, so no one found out about it. A few more months and her bladder was strong enough for her to make it to bed without wetting herself, although she would wet the bed every night whenever Rainier didn't tell her to pee at the end of her shift. Despite her forced attempts to clean it, the scent of pee on her mattress is still fairly strong.
Now, after nearly a year, Jessica can hold it all night and into her next shift at work. She has seen Erika and Barbara wet themselves before but the thought of doing this herself is just too much. She doesn't understand why Rainier doesn't just give her standing orders to use the bathroom every few hours, perhaps he hasn't come up with that idea yet, or maybe he doesn't want her abandoning her post at a bad time.
At any rate, it looks like she will have to face this today. The pain in her bladder is starting to get to her. The pressure is intense, almost as if she had a watermelon in her bladder. It burns and feels cold at the same time, and her kegals are starting to go numb. At least she is behind the bar. There is a drain on the floor and no one will have a good view of her crotch for the next hour. If she wets herself now then just maybe no one will notice.
Before this can happen, she hears a cork popping out of a bottle. It is followed by Erika's high pitched voice as the blonde girl yelps in surprise. Jessica finds that she is able to look in the direction of the stage, and when she does she can see Erika lying on her back.
It doesn't look like Erika is hurt, but she is covered in champagne and is holding a cork with her toes. The men, fearful of their own liability, check to make sure she is unharmed. Erika doesn't mind, she seems to like the attention and bursts out in giggles.
As Barbara comes over to help, the man holding the champagne bottle tells her, "I'm sorry, I asked her to take her shoe off and open this with her foot. I didn't realize it would have enough force to knock her over."
"Why did you do that?!" asks one of the other men.
"Cause I... uh... I like feet."
Erika is giggling hysterically now, it shows that she is happy even though she is under the same hypnosis as Jessica, who never laughs. Some say she is too much of an airhead to realize her free will has been taken away and that she honestly thinks she is following orders because she wants to. It makes her mind control slightly less effective, the other girls often have to guide her through her confusion.
"Miss Erika, you should go get cleaned up now. Master Rainier is in his office if you need new clothes," says Barbara.
Erika takes her other shoe off and stands up. "Y-yes, of course. Hehe!" She prances off, leaving Barbara to wipe up the mess on stage.
"Ugh! She is SO annoying!" thinks Jessica, still waiting in severe discomfort for her accident.
"Hey, why don't you fill in for Erika while she's changing, Jessica?" says one of the men.
"Huh?! N-no..."
Barbara looks over at the other girl, "Yes, I can mind the bar while you continue the dance."
"Not now!"
To Jessica's horror, she finds herself walking up to the stage. Her bladder is so full it makes her walk funny. She takes short, stiff steps until she reaches the newly dried stage. Barbara is watching her from behind the bar and a dozen older men are staring from mere inches away, ready to pounce if only they had VIP cards. She grabs the brass poll and wraps a leg around it, rubbing her crotch up and down.
"Ahh! Fuck, t-that tickles," thinks Jessica. Her clothes, which are already damp with a few spurts of pee, rub against her clit and light a fire.
"Holy shit, yeah!" says one of the perverts.
Another pervert abruptly stands up and asks, "Where's the tissues?! I'm gonna cum!"
Barbara can be heard chuckling quietly, amused at how easy it is to make these men happy. Another man reaches into his pocket and takes out some paper money before getting directly in front of the dancer.
"Hey Jessica, stick your belly out. I'll give you a tip."
A burning, tingling numbness has come over Jessica's crotch. She can't even feel the pressure anymore, and the young lady knows what that means. She whimpers mentally while getting on her knees, leaning back so that the customer can insert bills into the leg holes of her costume. His hand barely touches the fabric enough to tickle her before she shudders with a bladder cramp.
The pressure is so intense it leaves her unable to move. The dancer gasps quietly as her body squeezes it's urine out past her kegals. The customer jumps back when his hand is showered with warm pee, which soaks through her costume and falls straight down to the stage that Barbara just cleaned not even two minutes ago.
"WOAH!" all the perverts say at once.
"Look, she's pissing her pants!"
"Shut up! I'm trying to watch!"
The relief is so strong it is nearly orgasmic, and this is possibly the only thing that keeps Jessica from mental collapse. She is highly embarrassed and can feel tears on her face. Once her bladder is empty, she calls for help as she was told to. |
Part2
We walked in the house and as soon as we were inside said the boy „ may i first use your shower?“
“Do you want to pee in my shower?“ i asked.
“Oh no, i would need to go really urgently, but i told you that i will hold it for you. I only think that i don’t smell good after my long trip.“ answered the boy.
I was bending over, smelt at the boys neck and said „you smell like a boy and you smell very good, but if you want a shower then take one.“
Before i showed him the bathroom, i lifted his T-shirt and pushed his shorts a little bit down to see more of his belly.
The boy went in the bathroom and came out a few minutes later with just a towel around his slim hips.
Except the towel he was absolutely naked and it was looking that he did wear a super short skirt.
Unbelievable how hot that boy for me was and how much he was turning me on.
At that moment he was more sexy for me as any girl.
“Do you like me that way, do you like my outfit?
And look at my bladder it is still full, although i would need to wee very, very urgently, i did not pee even one drop in the shower. I promised you that I’ll hold it for you, i will not go until you let me.” said the boy and caressed his swollen bladder.
He raised one of his bony boy knees up and pressed it against his other naked, slim thigh, like girls are doing it if they are needing to wee really bad, then he crossed his wonderful, slim, naked legs.
„You are such a naughty boy, you know so well to turn me on, you girly boy are more cute than a girl ever can be.“ i said and kissed him.
He was so tender, he pressed his slim body hard against my body, he entwined my neck with both hands and pushed his soft, wet tongue deep in my mouth.
I had my hands under his „mini skirt „ and squeezed his naked, firm, little ass very hard.
We kissed for a very long time and as we stopped he said „could you strip your clothes? I am feeling so naked if you are full dressed.“
“Sure i can, I’ll take a shower and be back at a few minutes.“ i answered and went to the bathroom.
As i came back he was lying on the sofa on his side and had both knees up to his chin.
“Is it that bad?“ i asked.
“Yes it is, but i think your girly is not yet allowed to wee!!?“ he answered.
I was already nearly naked, i did wear just very small briefs.
“You have a very great and sexy body.“ he admired me.
I went to the sofa and started to kiss him again. I caressed his slim thighs and leaked his cheeks and his ears.
I wanted to play for time and so i told him that we will go to the kitchen to prepare something to eat for us.
He followed me, bare food and naked except the little towel around his hips.
That small, ultra short „skirt „ made his slim, naked body so unbelievable sexy for me.
His tenderness, the way he kissed me with his hands around my neck and his wonderful body rubbing against my body was amazing.
He did help me to prepare some food for us. Sometimes he was standing with his sexy legs crossed very tight.
“ Is it so bad?“ i asked him with a soft voice.
“Yes it’s getting very hard and very painful! I don’t know how much longer i can stand it, but I’ll try my best for you. I told you that i am good trained to hold my bladder, but i never did last so long without to pee.“ he answered.
After our little dinner, we went went to the sleeping room.
“Your boy is not allowed to pee before we go to bed?“ he asked and smiled.
“No, not yet, you can go to the bathroom before sleeping, but now let us go to the bed.“ i said.
He stripped my briefs and i took the towel from his slim, smooth skinned body.
We were buck naked and out dick‘s were hard as a bone.
The boy was lying on his back with his hands behind his head, it was like he wanted to say „ i am your‘s, take me, do what you want with me.
His belly was swollen from his so much overfilled bladder and his bladder was visible bulging out from his thin abdomen.
“Oh my God. You are so full down there, unbelievable how much pee you are able to hold in your poor bladder. You can’t imagine how much that turns me on.“ i said and caressed softly his swollen belly.
“ My bladder was sometimes bulging after holding it all day long, but never before so much than now , but i never before did hold me pee for 24 hours and yes i can imagine how much that turns you on.“ he said, looked at my dick and did take it in his hand.
I lay on top of his great body and pressed my hard dick strong against his swollen belly.
He moaned and groaned from needing to pee so urgently and so bad and said silence „you will burst my bladder if you press and push so hard.“ but he did let me do it.
It was like he did like to get tortured that way and he did like to show me what he is able to endure and maybe that he is willing to suffer for me.
We were caressing each other and were rubbing our bodies together. We were so horny, that it did not last very long until we did cum between our bellies.
A few minutes later i went with him to the bathroom and did let him pee in a measuring jug.
He pissed exactly 1.200 ml!
Not astonishing that his bladder was bulging out so much, it was getting so big, it was stretched so much that it could not have enough room in his thin belly.
We went back to the sleeping room into the bed. His belly was absolutely flat now, it was curved inside between his hipbones.
Our bodies were pressed tight together, our thighs were into one other and our arms wrapped over each other’s body.
It was so strange, so amazing and so arousing at once to walk up with this wonderful, cute girly boy in my arms.
As he opened his eyes, he smiled and kissed me in a way like girls usually do that.
After a fast breakfast we went naked in the garden and did lie beside my swimming pool.
We caressed each other, we leaked each other’s body and we kissed in the way like lovers do that.
He was younger than me, but he was born to love, he was born for love and he did know to turn me on.
Short before noon i asked him“ you have not yet been to the toilet today, don’t you need to pee?“
“Sure i would need to pee, but i don’t go, i hold it for you, maybe i can stand it all day long for our second night. |
This is a furry story but you can probably ignore most of that if it's not your thing.
Kane is doing a cam show for his partner, when all a sudden his partner has to leave. Will Kane be able to wait until he gets back?
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Kanite1996> Is it working?
StillWater25> Yeah, I see you.
StillWater25> Point the cam a little lower.
Kanite1996> Better?
StillWater25> Yeah.
Messages were passed back and forth through the computer. Kane, or “Kanite1996” was standing in front of his desk, leaning over to read messages and type back. His legs were shifting slightly as he communicated with the other, this position being rather uncomfortable for his situation. A few more messages were sent back and forth, then he backed away from the computer and stood there for the camera.
Kane was an arctic wolf, fur white as snow and eyes a bright blue. The springtime weather had caused his fur to shed, leaving him in a thinner, but still beautiful white coat. This had the side effect of showing off his physical features easily. Years of running in track had developed his quads, and the rest of him was just as good. He had a toned posterior, modest abs, toned arms, and a handsome face. The camera was getting all of this, as Kane was only dressing in a pair of purple briefs, putting near every inch of his well built form on display.
Standing there with nothing to distract himself, he found his legs shifting back and forth. He couldn’t keep still, a fullness under his tummy not allowing it. Yes, for the past two hours he had been filling up on water and tea, and at this point it had well caught up to him. A few bottles were laying by his desk, the liquids from them now in his bladder with more on the way. The reason he didn’t visit the bathroom was because he was told not to, and Kane got a thrill out of being obedient, even if he wasn’t into the exact scenario like this one. Still, being restricted in any way was arousing to him, and it showed in his briefs, a slight bulge where the tip of his sheath would be.
He kept shifting about, unsure of what to do. He had never done this before. All he knew was that he was very uncomfortable, he gave the bulge in his briefs an assuring squeeze. He looked at the monitor, a new message popped up. He leaned forward to read, causing his bladder to be squeezed. He shot a hand down to his undies and squeezed hard, he had no idea what the fuck that feeling was and it terrified him in a way.
StillWater25> brb
Kane stood back up, keeping a hand on his crotch. He gave it rhythmic squeezes, which alleviated the pressure a bit. When he felt it under control, he looked down and slowly removed his hand. He was dry. He wasn’t sure how he’d feel if it wasn’t, but he was going to find out by the end of the night for sure. Kane was pretty sure his partner wasn’t going to let him off completely dry. Speaking of, who leaves in the middle of a camming session? Kane was squirming about, bladder completely full after prepping for two hours, and now his partner left when he felt it might let go any minute.
Kane didn’t want to lean over again to check the tiny clock in the corner of his screen, but he was sure it had been several minutes since his partner left. He kneaded his crotch with one hand, his other rubbing the side of his thigh. Somehow rubbing his thigh made it more bearable. Kane felt a pressure rise, he jammed both hands into his crotch and bent over, riding out the wave. He could feel several pulses as his bladder tried to void itself of excess pressure. Once the waves subsided, he backed up and sat on the edge of his bed. There were a couple towels where he sat, a “just in case”. At this point it didn’t seem like a “just in case”, it seemed like the clean up tools for what was going to happen.
Kane felt absolutely full, he again looked down at his crotch, slowly removing his hands. Still dry. However something else caught his eyes, the bulge below his navel. He was pretty sure he knew what it was. He put a hand over it, it was rock hard. With a shaking hand, he pressed down on it. He instantly regretted this decision, as it caused a wave of pressure like before. Only this time it was instant. Before he could get his hand to his crotch he felt his briefs get wet. He grabbed himself with a vice grip, the warm piss getting on his paw. As quick as it came, it left.
He lifted his hand, a wet spot covered his entire bulge in his briefs. He looked at his palm, the white fur now stained yellow. ‘Fuck’, he thought to himself. Where was his partner? He glanced up, it didn’t look like another message had arrived. If his partner didn’t come back soon, he was going to miss it. It only he could get some more time, a few more minutes and his partner would be back, right? He didn’t have to think too hard, the bottles on the floor next to his desk would be perfect to relieve just a bit of pressure.
Kane ran his hands down his thighs, tensing his muscles before he stood up. He walked a few steps to his desk and looked down. The floor never looked so far away. He’d have to bend over to get a bottle, he wasn’t sure if he could managed. Still, it was his only option. Placing one hand on his crotch with a firm grip, he slowly bent over. Closer, closer, hand past his knees. He felt a surge and stopped, placing his other hand on his crotch as well to hold it back. He felt his damp briefs rewetten ever so slightly. As quick as it came, it left. He let go of his crotch and reached down, and again as he got so close to the bottle he felt a surge and had to stop to grab himself. He got even more wet, the dark spot on his briefs going down over his balls.
Bending over like this was going to end up with him completely emptying himself. If only he could reach down without bending like that. Time was running thin, he could feel a rise like before, but coming much slower. Almost like a warning of the inevitable if he didn’t relieve some pressure. Kane sighed, rubbing his thighs like some kind of uncontrollable tic. Without much time left, Kane tried getting a bottle again, squatting this time. He had done plenty of squats and could pull of a quick one to get this bottle so he wouldn’t have to bend over.
One hand holding himself, he didn’t hesitate a moment longer. He bent his knees and squatted down, his other hand grabbing the bottle. As he did he felt the hand covering his crotch getting soaked. He quickly stood up and tightened his legs, but it wouldn’t stop. Kane tossed the bottle on the bed and had his other hand join to try and hold it in, but it was no use. The arctic wolf kept peeing through his briefs and hands, the white fur of his legs turnings yellow as rivets of wolf piss flowed down them. Kane shivered and let go of his crotch, the relief felt too good and he didn’t even want to stop anymore.
Kane stood there, piss creating a river down the front of his briefs and splitting to go down his legs. The front of his briefs were a complete shade darker. A puddle of wolf piss was created at his paws, and growing with every second. He closed his eyes and enjoyed every moment of it, even if he didn’t enjoy the holding part, the going part was near orgasmic. This had to be the best feeling piss he had ever taken, and it was in his underwear, on his floor.
He wasn’t sure how long it took, but eventually he noticed the river flowing down his legs cease. He looked down, first at his completely soaked briefs, then down his yellow tinted legs, and finally at the sizable puddle at his feet. ‘Damn, I can’t believe I had that much in me.’ He slipped the towels down to the floor and stepped on them, might as well get started cleaning while he waited for…
Kane looked up at the monitor, he saw there was a new message in the chat window. He leaned forward to read.
StillWater25>That was hot.
StillWater25 is typing... |
What in the wide world is Eaks?
Well, a while back I read @Noface's post on the request thread, asking for fiction about a world with reversed gender roles. 'Eaks' is my take on the prompt - it is a world where women squat outdoors brazenly and men wait till they get home. I don't know if my fantasy is anything like what noface had in mind, but I got the idea there, so credit where credit is due! :)
Part-1: The Wait
Zoya crossed her legs and checked the map again. Almost an hour out. Damn. She wasn't sure if she could last half that time! Squirming in her seat to find a more comfortable position, she crossed her legs tighter. She gently rubbed over her abdomen, hoping to soothe the ache - but her bladder was hard and overstressed. Nothing except taking a massive piss would soothe it. She wished she could sit on her heel, dig it deep within her crotch, but the tiny seats weren't exactly conducive to pulling your leg up. She had tried it a few minutes ago, and almost leaked for her trouble. She moved her butt around, trying to get the edge of the seat to press against her pee-hole, while minimizing any movement to her bladder.Just then the bus went over a speed bump, forcing her to lean forward and hold her breath. Her panties were still dry, but barely. It had been just one and a half hours since she last peed - but it felt like days since she last knew the joys of an empty bladder! That's what happens when you spend a whole day in a beer festival. Another wave of desperation shook her body, as she she desperately racked her brain for a way out. There were no rest areas in this stretch of the road - that's what you get for traveling on obscure byroads to avoid paying tolls! Dammit, their penny pinching was really catching up to her, she thought, as she squeezed all her muscles to hold back the flood. They really should have paid for a coach with a restroom. She knotted her legs in to pretzels and looked towards the end of the bus, as if a toilet to materialize there. As if the decision to save money by hiring a really old coach might have just been a nightmare. But her throbbing bladder reminded her of the reality - all that piss inside her? It will come out soon. With or without her consent.She could always beg the driver to stop somewhere and pull a squat by the side of the road. I mean it had to be better than wetting herself, no? But a 23 year old woman, the life of parties, the school jock, begging for relief? So utterly humiliated by her own body? No. She has to at least try to hold on. The rattling old bus wasn't helping matters, jerking the ball of piss inside her, pushing against her spinchter. Every minute seemed like an hour, and their college was too far away. But surely someone else must be desperate too, someone who would ask for a stop? Sure, she had drank more than anyone else, but all the girls had been running to the urinals like once every half hour by the end of the fair. Surely she didn't have to wait an hour, she just had to wait for a few minutes till someone else asked for a stop.She looked around the coach - almost everybody seemed fast asleep. Rita, beside her, had her eyes closed too. Fuck. Maybe she had the smallest bladder after all! Making the best of the situation, Zoya pressed her hand directly against her crotch, trying to put some opposing pressure against her tired spinchter. Ah, there, that was better. But an hour was too far.If only the coach had a restroom! But it was only a 3 hour journey! What could possibly go wrong, the cash strapped college students had reasoned. No sense in paying for a coach with a restroom - any old coach would do. But as Zoya massaged her burning pee-hole, she desperately wished they had splurged on that restroom after all.The drive up had been uneventful, everybody singing and dancing and making merry. Someone had brought along a crate of beer, starting the party early. They had drunk and danced their way to the beer festival, gay and unconcerned. The last half hour might have been slightly uncomfortable, and Zoya had made straight for the urinals as soon as the bus stopped. But she hadn't been desperate or anything. Unlike right now. Zoya pressed her fingers into her crotch, hoping the friction will somehow distract from her need. But nothing was helping.They had drank large quantities at each stall - let no one say St. Helena's students didn't know how to party! And once the seal had been broken, Zoya was making a run to the nearest urinal every hour. After drinking gazillions of beer from basically from when they started from college, 9am, to the festival closing at 5pm, her kidneys were definitely on overdrive. And after nearly an hour and half on the bus, the ache from her overstretched organ was killing her. She suppressed a small groan as she leaned back, closing her eyes, giving her bladder room to expand. Surely someone will ask for a stop soon. Before she gets herself.Part-2: The Relief"I need to piss like a race horse! How far out are we?" Rita was up."An hour" Zoya responded, biting her lower lips."Ugh! I don't think I can last that long" - Rita was moving a hand over her abdomen, feeling her bladder. Zoya's own felt hard to the touch, and ached incessantly."I really need to let this load out! How about you?""I could do with some relief" Zoya delivered the understatement of the year in as calm a voice as she could manage as a wave of desperation racked her body. Her toes curled inwards in an effort to hold back the flood. She prayed Rita would ask the driver for a stop right about now. She really really couldn't wait much longer. "I feel like I'll piss myself if I move. Have to pee, have to pee, have to pee" Rita chanted rocking back and forth."We really should have paid for that coach with a restroom, huh?" Zoya tried to joke, even though her voice was strained from the effort of holding on. It helped a bit to know she wasn't the only one bursting after just an hour. If the two of them needed to pee, the rest of their friends probably did too. Someone will ask the driver to stop, and soon. If others were going down to squat, she could join in, without admitting just how badly she had needed to pee. But the thought of relief was making holding on so much more difficult, every second stretching to millenniums as her bladder ached and throbbed, and piss tried to force it's way past her spinchter."Fuck this. I am gonna ask for a stop before my muscles give out." Rita declared, just as a girl got up from the third row and walked to the driver. She had her hands between her legs, thighs close together. She was rocking from foot to foot as she stood talking to the driver. The driver was shaking his head, apparently unwilling to stop."Looks like the driver doesn't want to stop" Zoya declared, panic clearly audible in her voice."Fucking men! Come on, let's go talk to him" Rita pushed Zoya out of her seat. "Oh, get a move on, come on, I am nearly wetting myself".Zoya managed to gather all her strength and stand up straight. As Rita shuffled to the front, holding herself openly like the girl before her, Zoya bit her lips and walked straight, ignoring the pounding presence of her distended bladder. She may be bursting, but she had her pride left! Tiny steps. Deep breaths. Focus on the muscle. She could do this."What about the poor men?" the driver was grumbling as they joined the girl in the cab."Well they are more than welcome to join, aren't they" you could almost hear Rita rolling her eyes. "You better pull over right now, or I am pulling a squat right here on your steps" Rita sounded dead serious. Knowing her, she was too.The driver finally pulled over. There was absolutely no cover anywhere, but a girl's gotta do what she gotta do. The first girl leaped out as soon as the bus stopped. She barely moved two steps to the left, before she was squatting low, pulling her panties off, arranging her skirt to hide everything. Zoya was planning to make it to the back of the bus, away from the eyes of everyone on it, but the hissing sound was her undoing. The girl was moaning in pleasure, enjoying the bliss of relief, and Zoya's muscles gave out at that. As a drop leaked past her clenching muscles, she quickly dropped in to a squat too, letting the river flow out of her aching pussy. The thick stream pooled at the side of the road, glistening in the semi darkness.Women were pouring out of the bus, trying to maintain a respectful distance from each other as they desperately sought a place to empty their aching bladders. A collective moan went around as the girls finally found the relief they had been craving for so long. As Zoya finished up, she wondered how the men were doing. There was absolutely no cover for them to use, so even the most desperate would just have to wait it out inspite of what Rita had told the driver. Well, there was nothing that could be done. This road had very little cover anywhere, and male anatomy being what it was, sneaking a pee without exposing yourself was impossible. They'll just have to wait. She was just glad that she didn't have to.
More from Eaks: This story was originally planned as 3 chapters. The first focusing on the female experience (which is this post entirely), the second from men's PoV and the third with double desperation (the best kind ;) )
But I have been writing and rewriting this story forever. I have also been trying to write shorter fictions (I mean uber long buildups are great, but sometimes I just want a quick read you know). So I decided to put this up as a standalone before I nuke the whole thing and start over again. If enough people like this concept, may be the male part, which picks up directly where this one ends, will get finished at least a little bit sooner. 🤷 (A man can hope!) |
Here's a story I came up with. Initially it was an EqG fanfic, but so few people here are interested in that so I changed Sunset Shimmer into an OC named Sunny who we can imagine in live-action if we wanted to. She's really attractive, about 20 years old, and she's got long blonde hair. The original also had a fart scene but I removed it since that doesn't seem to be popular here either.
Note: If anyone who hates omo stumbles upon this through Google, please don't let this ruin the game "Breath of the Wild" (which she's playing) for you. I just chose it cause it's the most addicting game I can think of. If anyone on this site likes the game, hopefully it'll add extra appeal.
Also, if it doesn't get a lot of upvotes or positive replies, this will definitely be the last story I post on the forums here, and I might even delete it.
Desperate Gaming
Sunny was very excited as she ran home. She had had a great time at the picnic with her friends earlier today, having drank a lot of soda and water due to the summer heat. But she also had fun playing her new game, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. She had just started yesterday and was having a lot of fun with it.
She was wearing a teal tank top and a tight pair of jeans, with skintight black boyshort panties underneath.
As soon as Sunny got home, she put together a salad for supper. She wolfed it down really fast, washed it down with a big glass of water, for she was hot and sweaty from running home, and then she ran to her TV, turned her Switch on, and sat on her bed.
She resumed her game. Link wasn't wearing any armor; Sunny preferred to play him that way because she had a bit of a crush on Link and found him hotter like this, though if she was fighting some tough enemies she would equip armor for defense. Sunny continued to travel across the world map, completing any shrines that she could, before eventually making her way to Lanayru Tower, encountering a Zora along the way who mentioned that Prince Sidon was looking for Link. She found it rather fun climbing Lanayru Tower, and it didn't take her long to get to the top and activate it.
She saw a shrine really close by, and Paraglided to it. The Soh Kofi Shrine's challenge was A Minor Test of Strength. Sunny defeated the Guardian Scout easily, claimed her prizes, and exited the shrine. She picked up a Hearty Radish and talked to a Zora, who told her Sidon was waiting for her on Inogo Bridge. Sunny Paraglided down to the bridge, where a cutscene played introducing Sidon. Sunny found him rather attractive as well, and decided to follow him right away.
As she made her way down the path to Zora's Domain, she killed any Lizalfos or Octoroks she ran into. She eventually reached Zora's Domain, and quickly made her way to the Ne'ez Yohma Shrine so she could warp there whenever she wanted, enjoying the pinball-esque challenge. Then she talked to King Zora, saw Ruta's introduction, and then went back to the courtyard to convince Muzu to give the location of Shock Arrows.
It was then that Sunny felt an urge to pee. She had drank a lot, but she was sure she could hold it, it wasn't that bad, and she wanted to beat this Divine Beast.
After viewing Link's memory of Mipha and finally convincing Muzu with Zora Armor (though still not putting pants on Link), Sunny made her way to the waterfall and swam up it. She eventually reached Shatterback Point, and was quickly noticed by the Lynel. It killed her pretty quickly, but she continued to fight it after respawning, getting more used to its attacks, though her bladder was slowly filling up making it harder for her to concentrate. On her fourth try, she killed the Lynel, though it took several weapons and a few attack-enhancing foods to do it.
Having marked some weapons at other locations on the Map, Sunny quickly traveled to these points to replenish her weapon supply, then returned to Shatterback Point by warping to the Zora's Domain shrine and swimming back up the waterfall. She then collected Shock Arrows, until she had enough, and Paraglided over to the Reservoir. She was feeling a little nervous about facing the Divine Beast with a rapidly filling bladder, but she was confident that after that Lynel she could handle anything. Though she nearly wet herself with excitement on realizing she would be riding on Sidon's back for the battle.
Sunny had a pretty strong bladder, so she was able to focus on stopping Ruta's ice attacks and shooting its weak points with Shock Arrows. The water made her more uncomfortable, but she beat Ruta rather quickly and boarded it.
It did not take Sunny long to figure the dungeon out, although she might have completed it faster if her need to pee wasn't becoming more intense by the minute, and all the water certainly wasn't helping. Ruta's trunk in particular reminded her of the stream that was sure to come out of her eventually.
Soon, she activated the fifth terminal. "All right, once I'm done this divine beast, I'll stop and go to the bathroom."
Heeding Mipha's warning to not let her guard down, Sunny made her way to the central terminal. As expected, a boss appeared - Waterblight Ganon. If not for Mipha's warning she might have been startled into wetting herself when he appeared. Due to her desperation, Sunny dodged his attacks too early, groaning with frustration each time. She needed to beat this guy FAST or she might have an accident.
Finally, she was able to Flurry Rush him, and attacked him with her most powerful weapon. Then she tried to backflip his next attack, but with a little more attention on her bladder she did not fully realize, until it was too late, that Waterblight Ganon was raising his weapon instead of swinging it back. Waterblight Ganon hit Sunny and killed her.
"AAAAARRRRRRGGGGH!" Sunny fidgeted waiting for the screen to load. When it did, Sunny fought Waterblight Ganon again, going as fast as she could but trying to remember to time her Flurry Rushes right. Soon, the second phase began, and Sunny crossed her legs tight as the room filled with water.
The battle was agonizing, but Sunny didn't die again. She defeated Waterblight Ganon, took her Heart Container, and watched the cutscene. She could have used the bathroom here, but she wanted to see the awesome cutscene of Ruta taking aim at Ganon. She fidgeted during the entire cutscene, telling herself she'd use the bathroom after it was over.
As soon as she was warped back to Zora's Domain, her map told her to talk to King Zora. She decided just doing this couldn't hurt, so she talked to him and got Mipha's Lightscale Trident.
Finally, it was time to pause the game and get her much-needed relief.
But wait... Sunny had noticed a shrine in the distance when she was Paragliding to the Soh Kofi Shrine. So, pausing to remove Link's Zora armor, she warped to Lanayru Tower and Paraglided past the Soh Kofi Shrine. As she made her way towards the orange light in the distance, she fidgeted harder, wishing she could run or Paraglide faster.
"I am definitely going to the bathroom after this shrine."
She finally reached the Mo'a Keet Shrine and did the challenge. It was a fairly simple one, Metal Makes A Path. All she had to do was use Magnesis on a metal boulder and use it to block the boulders rolling down the ramp leading to the Spirit Orb.
Once she was out, she decided to make sure the Foothill Stable was marked on the map. Then, noticing Eldin Tower, she decided to climb it, THEN use the bathroom.
She climbed quite a bit up the rocky slopes of Death Mountain, and each time she climbed she groaned and fidgeted harder. Climbing was so slow, and it REALLY didn't help her situation. At least she had her Climber's Bandana to speed it up - she'd always leave this on.
After another long and uncomfortable tower climb, she activated Eldin Tower. Now, she should probably use the bathroom before she couldn't hold it anymore.
Except... she noticed a shrine in view from Eldin Tower. Without hesitation, she Paraglided to it, fidgeting harder the entire time.
As she activated and entered the Ze Kasho Shrine, during the loading screen she lay with her head down and her rear end in the air, kicking her legs because she needed to pee really badly.
The first two rooms of the Ze Kasho Apparatus were easy, but for the third, Sunny had to tilt a board to get all three balls on switches. Normally, Sunny wasn't very bad at this thing, but the intense pressure in her bladder made this very difficult for her. Every time she got a ball on a switch, another ball would fall off it. Sunny screamed in frustration and started frantically tilting the board. She eventually realized this wasn't doing any good, so she tried to calm down. She sat with her legs crossed VERY tightly, trying to focus on the challenge. After a few tries, she finally got the balls on the switches, and got the Spirit Orb.
As she was exiting the shrine, the loading screen was on, and she decided she'd go to the bathroom right now. But a second later, she scratched that idea - she might be attacked by a Keese or some Stalchildren if it was night.
As soon as Sunny was on land, she looked over at Akkala Tower. She knew she should really use the bathroom now, but she couldn't resist getting another tower to unlock more of the map.
She reached the citadel, but ran into a flying Guardian. She knew there was no way she could time a shield attack correctly, so she just sprinted past the Guardian, but it shot her with a projectile and killed her. Sunny groaned in frustration. She respawned, and tried running past the Guardian repeatedly, but it kept killing her.
"AAAAAAAAGH! STOP IT! I REALLY HAVE TO GO!"
She knew she could have paused at any time and addressed her needs, but she couldn't stop playing. She decided to try a different approach and climb the walls, avoiding the Guardian. She successfully reached Akkala Tower, but it was surrounded by Malice. Sunny groaned. This was looking to be a hard tower to climb.
She searched the area before finding an eye. She shot it with an arrow, releasing a small metal plank. Knowing this was significant, she picked it up with Magnesis.
Normally she would have figured this out easily, but her full bladder made it hard to focus. After about ten minutes, she eventually found the spot to cross to the tower over the plank, and climbed it, activating the tower.
She really needed to go. She almost decided to make a break for the bathroom while it showed the tower activating. But she remembered Link had been taking damage from the cold for the last of the climb. If she got back too late, she'd probably freeze to death.
So, she squirmed, fidgeted, and kicked her legs frantically until the tower sequence was done. But when it showed the map, she noticed a labyrinth-looking building in the top right hand corner. She couldn't resist checking it out.
It looked quite a distance away, so first she teleported back to Ze Kasho Shrine to stop by South Akkala Stable to pick up a horse she had registered yesterday. She had named it Twilight, after her favorite pony from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. She rode her horse towards the corner of the map as fast as she could, fidgeting and crossing her legs with a pained expression on her face.
She stopped at the Katosa Aug Shrine along the way. She groaned when she saw it was another Apparatus challenge, but to her relief, it was just one challenge of hitting a ball into a hole with a giant hammer. Essentially, just a round of mini golf. It took her a few tries due to her extreme desperation but she got it in, and quickly got her Spirit Orb. Then she rode Twilight back towards the corner.
Sunny found Robbie's lab, but she wasn't in the mood to look for the blue flame. She wanted to see what was in this labyrinth. She looked over a cliff and found it. Taking a deep breath, she Paraglided to it, not sure whether she would make it - both for the flight and for her desperate need of a bathroom. The flight took so long, and while Sunny had to keep her finger on the control stick, she squirmed harder, crossing her legs and sweating a little.
"This time, I WILL take a bathroom break once I'm done here!" She knew she needed relief fast or else she'd have to change her pants really soon.
As soon as she landed, a voice said to find the shrine inside the labyrinth.
First, she got clear of a Guardian in a tunnel at the right side of the entrance, avoiding Guardians. She needed to pee so badly she decided to just climb to the top. She feared the wall would not be climbable, but quickly found that it was. She was about a quarter of the way up when it started to rain, causing her to slip and fall to the ground.
"REALLY not a good time for rain!" said Sunny. Not only did it keep her from climbing, but it made her pee desperation worse, and she had a harder time holding it.
So, she explored the labyrinth on ground level, searching for the shrine. As she did, she was close to bursting point. Her bladder was overflowing past any level of desperation she had ever known. This time, she really would stop after the shrine no matter what else. She knew she could just pause, but she really wanted to find this shrine, and just couldn't stop playing.
After just over ten minutes, she leaked a little, dampening her jeans. She whimpered, and almost wanted to pause right there, but she felt if she did stop for a bathroom break before finding the shrine, the labyrintyh would have defeated her. So, against her better judgment, she continued searching for the shrine, fidgeting hard with her legs crossed.
She leaked a few more times, and eventually made her way to the left side of the map. She kept searching, but couldn't find anything leading to the shrine.
"WHERE ARE YOU?" said Sunny. "I'm about to wet my pants!"
She leaked again, causing the wet spot to get even bigger. And then, less than a minute later, her overflowing bladder finally gave out. A warm stream of pee burst out of her, flooding her boyshorts in seconds and spraying against her jeans with a loud hiss. Sunny froze as she felt the warm wetness soak her crotch and butt, the sound and smell of her pee very noticeable. The blanket around her was starting to get wet, and she was sure her mattress would take some damage as well.
After about thirty seconds of peeing, she decided that there was nothing keeping her from finishing the labyrinth, and continued playing, even though she was still peeing.
Sunny peed for just over two minutes, sighing in immense relief once she was done. She had needed to go really badly and held it for hours. About four minutes later, she found the shrine. After claiming her Spirit Orb, she was about to get up and use the bathroom, when she remembered. "Oh, right. I just went." So she continued playing in her wet pants.
She got several more shrines in the Akkala region, getting more stamina and hearts for Link. She found Korok Forest, though it took her a while to figure out how to navigate it. She also bought some Fireproof Elixirs from Gaile at the Foothill Stable and beat Divine Beast Rudania, finding the "battle" with Rudania annoying, and thankful she hadn't done this part when she was desperate. Not that it made a difference, since she ended up peeing herself anyway.
She played for hours and hours, though she did pause to drink some water bottles. She needed to pee a few more times, so she just went in her pants. They were already wet, so she couldn't damage them any further.
At about 1:00 in the morning, she finally got tired and shut the game down. She looked at the wet spot on her bed, and down at her wet pants, and laughed at herself a little. It was kind of silly how she kept playing while desperate and didn't just pause and go to the bathroom. It shouldn't have been that hard.
Because of the wet spot on her bed, she slept in her wet pants that night. The following morning, she thought she wet the bed, but between her usual need to pee and her pants being damp, and the damp spot on the bed being clear of her nether regions, she knew this wasn't the case, and remembered what had happened. She took her morning pee in her pants, then showered, changed into a clean pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, and put her pee-soaked outfit and sheets in the washing machine, hoping her mattress would dry soon, though it would be stained.
When she met up with her friends, she sheepishly told them what had happened last night, and they all shared a laugh, Sunny laughing right along with them, for she found it funny as well. Her friends would tease her lightly for this but it was all in good nature and she didn't mind, and she knew they still liked her.
She took greater care to pause her game for bathroom breaks in the future. |
Remember when Michael Jordan tried baseball?
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Anna wouldn't allow anything but success today, she had the debate prior to the student council president election and she had to make sure to ace it, Ellen shouldn't get the position, she wouldn't be as good. She wasn't Anna after all. After getting out of the shower she got herself ready. She let her long blonde hair go open save for a bit of it covering her forehead. She felt it gave a divine vibe, descending the curves of her decently sized bosom. The thought was too ludicrous to be stated out loud but it went into her head everytime she saw herself in the mirror. She got herself into a set of pink bra and panties with red polka-dots. When she first saw that pair at the store, her strict side mocked the mere thought of wearing those. A leader should wear something simple and to the point like regular whites. Or maybe something more mature like black lace. Her girly side thought they were really cute. and bought them instantly. They did give her butt a perky vibe. Not that anyone was allowed to see that, she'd snap their necks with her glare in an instant. The blazer and pantyhose combined with the regular red school uniform had always been a favorite of hers, it felt elegant, professional even.
She went to the kitchen, ate some toast and calmly sipped a cup of freshly made coffee to keep her on her feet. She went early to the school. It began at 9 and the debate was at 1 but she liked to keep her times under control. Too much control perhaps, but it wasn't a cause for trouble. Ellen looked at Anna from the other side of the classroom, trying to skewer her with her sharp green eyes. Anna had always been good with speeches, she was perhaps a bit too square but she had a sort of serene energy that always got her good results. Ellen wanted an edge on the situation, since she knew otherwise she would lose. She brainstormed many ideas as to how victory could be ensured and she stayed with one.
Vivi was a known tea enthusiast, always having tea parties every friday after school. But after someone brought a clever idea to her, she brought the party to the classroom. She came offering green tea, which had always been Anna's favorite, and it was pretty evident seeing how she pleasuredly drank 3 cups after Vivi happily offered refillings. Class began at 9 as always, but this time it was a bit different, after all, Anna usually just had a cup of coffee, and now she had four times the amount of liquid circulating through her. And her bladder was acting accordingly
"I might've gone too far with the tea..." Anna thought to herself, feeling slightly tense. She wasn't in a dire state yet, but she was more concerned with how the long terms of those liquids might fare on her.
"Aren't tea and coffee slightly diure-, never mind that, I'm giving it too much thought"
The class continued and Anna's kidneys were pumping constantly throughout the 3 periods, a weight in her lower abdomen beginning to make itself known. After that class was over, there was the lunch period. Anna already was feeling her bladder was perhaps a bit fuller than the safe amount, but lunch was lunch, routine is sacred. She was going to eat and then she could go to the take care of what so far was just bothersome. While she was eating some tuna bread she had made herself, Ellen started handing over muffins to the class. Then she got over to Anna.
"Take it as a good luck charm, no need to keep things tense between us right?"
Anna looked at the muffin she was given, looking a bit greener than the rest. "What, is this a vegan one or something?"
"Hey, save your sass for the debate, I'm just trying to do something cute" Ellen spouted, passing her actual frustration as jest.
Anna ate the muffin without giving it much further thought. But then she felt an ardor in her mouth. Ever growing. Incendiary. Anna ran out of the classroom and into the water fountain outside of the classroom, gulping away, seconds on end, as if she'd just gone through a desert. Her mouth was thankful it didn't have fire inside it anymore but other organs of her were starting to pay the price.
"Hey what the hell was that?!" Anna spouted at Ellen angrily, Ellen looking at her with the poker face of a master gambler.
"What, you don't like my wasabi muffins? It's a family recipe"
"How is this a family recipe?"
"Maybe you're too much of a lightweight"
The muffin was basically wasabi dough, but Ellen was better off not letting that little fact be known. During this argument, Anna felt a strong pang on her bladder. She just realized the situation, all that water she just drank was going somewhere. And it would have to go somewhere else after that. Just when she was about to leave to take care of it, the bell rang, indicating students had to go to the auditorium for the debate, the little number provocated by the wasabi apparently had taken the remainder of recess. And there was no way Anna could be late to the debate, much less for such a...crass reason.
As the students sat to get ready for the debate, both Anna and Ellen got their mics on their blazers and went up to the stage, which had a podium, a desk for the moderator and two desks for both of the candidates. Anna was first to give her speech, talking about how the cafeteria's cooking pot was used for beetle fighting by the cooks after school, how all the budget for the science lab went to design a logo that was supposed to raise the school's image but most definitely looked like a coil of poop and how the computer room had only 2 power outlets. All the ranting in her proposals was perfect for disguising what was not really anger from her, but tense panic. Her lower abdomen certainly felt bulging, her legs were trembling to an extent, it was already taking some effort to not let her inner contents gush out of her. After a very abridged version of what was an hour speech in planning, Anna went back to her seat and let Ellen take the podium.
Anna was trying to keep it together as Ellen kept delivering her speech. Slowly. Very slowly, as if being dragged out on purpose. Something about student representation, Anna wasn't sure, she wasn't able to pay attention, she had her focus somewhere else. She did not want to fidget visibly but at this point there was not much she could do. She was constantly shifting her weight from one buttock to the other, both hands pushing hard on her skirt and tensed every muscle she could, she wasn't going to take risks. After all, a second of relaxation could spell disaster for her. But the weight on her bladder kept dragging it down, straining her tired sphincter ever more, bit by bit, both her body and mind getting tired of carrying the growing burden. Growing into the impossible.
A drop. The dam, firm and unwilling to relent was still doing its best against a flood that unfortunately was too big for it. Two, three, slow and little but constant. Then they came in pairs. And in thirds. Anna could feel it. Oh god could she feel it. Her inner dam pounded relentlessly and every drop taking away a bit of her willpower, ever increasingly leaking out. She was panicking, she had done all there was to be done, but the demand was unchanging and stronger, stronger, and st-
“I GOTTA GO, I’M SORRY” She blurted out as she lifted herself from her seat, already taking impulse to run away from the stage and to her escape, lifting her skirt a bit. The ones who did not blink at that second all had a craving for peaches that day.
”Hey, the presentation isn’t over”
”I KNOW, I CAN’T EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW, I’M SO SO SO SORRY”
The moderator was not able to stop Anna, and even if he was, he probably wouldn’t have, as he then figured out it might have undesired consequences to say the least. Thankfully the whole school was watching the presentation so the toilets were empty. But she still had to get to one. A human being can only go so far, especially one bursting at the seams. She wobbled out of the auditorium, through the halls, and to the restrooms. The halls, usually bustling, were empty, not a soul to watch Anna's unvoluntary, leaky, show.
She darted into one of the stalls, but as soon as she entered it, a vicious pang nearly got Anna off her feet. Her face contorting in effort to delay the inevitable just a bit longer, legs twitching, weakened by the constant strain and hands frantically searching for where that damned pantyside might be. She yanked them out of the way, no need to lift the skirt up as it lifted itself by the sheer force of Anna flinging herself into the toilet, still dribbling, several shades of darker pinks appearing on her crotch. Gravity did its work, her ample posterior was finally swallowing the porcelain its owner so desperately wanted. As soon as this was understood by the more primal part of her brain, there was an order given. The golden gates were to be opened. High pressure was instantly applied to the inner bowl, a golden jet stream striking it relentlessly, as some of it dripped to her buttocks.
Anna’s face was glistening red, either from the exertion of this whole ordeal, which had left her soaked in sweat; the utter embarrassment of running away in the middle of the debate like a child; but most likely from the constant pumping of endorphins going on in her brain. Pupils dilated and eyelids moving up and down. Lips going in circles and curves, knuckles that finally were getting some blood flow to them and feet that tapped ever so slightly, being swept side to side by the waves flowing between them, which kept going and going, the warmth of her nethers mixing with the coolness of the liquids, causing many shivers. poor Anna being only able to spout variants of “Aaaaaah~” which certainly were too loud for a school toilet. Maybe any toilet for that matter.
Consciousness drifted back to Anna bit by bit, gaining awareness of her surrounding. She took a glance at her panties. The pink polka-dots were now invaded by shades which she feared could turn into yellows. Right now she could only hope her ludicrous water consumption made her liquids clear enough to avoid that sad of a fate to the adorable cotton garments. Her body collapsed into the throne, looking like the one of a runner after a marathon, except for the face, which remitted to the aftermath of less public activities. The gush became a stream and then a dribble. Her mind could finally process what had just happened, although barely, still clouded. She rose as fast as her battered body could, and got her panties back on, getting a shiver from the cold wetness making contact with her (now high) body warmth.
She got out of the stall and stumbled back to the stage which had been so tortuous to her just minutes ago, completely oblivious to the show the students had gotten. Apparently the mic they had attached to the blazers was wireless. Very wireless. Many on the hall visibly blushing. Ellen pleasured in the situation she'd created. Sure, pissing herself on stage would've been more of a hit to her reputation, but this was the next best thing to her plan on making people not vote for Anna, who got beet red when she understood what had been heard back at the stall. By the whole school.
The moderator got to the microphone, nose dripping with blood. He could've disqualified Anna for the unwarranted show, but he definitely wasn't angry enough to do anything about it. They were many other feelings, and all of them implied jailtime.
"Well, you've heard their proposals, let your voices be known kids" Said the moderator trying to keep as serious a facade as he could.
Anna won by a landslide, Ellen viciously banging her head against a wall when she found out the results. A later poll revealed that 80% of the students remembered almost nothing of the debate except for the unscripted incident, 60% of this percentage being men. Anna then became school president, assertive as ever, but maybe a bit more elusive to direct staring from the students that had been on the first rows that day.
Edited April 20, 2019 by Biku
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I'm back from the dead to bring you more terrible fiction and now I should really go to bed since I spent the whole night editing this.
The TV showed a family of six pinkish blobs sitting around a table. “You were right Adine, this would’ve been an absolute culture shock,” I said and laughed at the dragon actors idea of a typical human breakfast.
Adine turned to me with a worried look on her face. Or that’s what I believed it was, their facial expressions remained hard to read at times. “I believe they did their best with what little description we had,” she said and turned back to the TV. The last line of the show was a cheesy joke about hands, then the credits rolled.
Not even seconds after the first name rolled up on the screen Adine snatched the remote with her nimble foot and turned the TV off. I couldn’t help but notice her twitching wings and shifting on the bed sheets. Her injury must’ve been worse than I thought, but she tried to downplay it.
The last rays of red sunlight reflected off the flat screen. “It’s getting late,” I said, “They don’t like me being outside at night.” Adine’s head snapped around like an attacking snake. She pressed her lips together, a question lingering on her tongue and a short but noticeable tremor went through her whole body. “Are you okay? It’s your wing isn’t it?” I asked and pointed at the bandage. She shook her head. “Well,” she started and a red tint crept up her cheeks, “My detachable shower head broke a few days ago and it was already hard to reach certain places, but with my wing like this-” She went silent and left me to figure out the question on my own. “You want me to scrub your back?” I asked. She glanced at the window to avoid eye contact. “Only if you want to,” she half mumbled.
If she was a human and suggested getting in the shower together I would’ve been pretty sure that this was headed to something dirtier than getting clean. But she wasn’t, she was a dragon and maybe this wasn’t so intimate for a dragon, they were nude all day long after all. I didn’t want to ruin our relationship by being too forceful now.
While I stood and thought, Adine watched me and waited for my answer. Her tail flicked through the air much like a cat’s. She did this when she was excited, or when she was annoyed. Her tense face didn’t give me any clues either. “Of course I would,” I said. Her face turned to the faintest smile I ever saw on her as she gestured me to follow her to the bathroom.
Her bathroom was huge. It had a walk-in shower that reminded me more of a gym than a single dragon apartment. “Back in my world I could barely turn on the spot,” I said and stretched my arms out. Adine did the same and her wings touched the outer walls. “That’s why,” she said.
Adine turned to push a button on the wall but stopped a few inches away. She looked at me and her face grew red again. “I don’t think your clothes are meant to get wet are they? Humans use them to protect their skin with them right?” Now that she asked me to take my clothes off this was going one way, or I was a terrible emotion cryptographer. I removed my shirt and watched as Adine crouched a little lower to the ground with her legs angled and wings firmly pressed to her sides. This wasn’t something I had seen her do before. She was bobbing back and forth and her tail was impatiently patting the floor.
All of her reactions seemed a little off since we got back to her house. Usually, she was slouching around like a beanbag when we were together. Today she seemed agitated. I unbuttoned my pants and as I was about to slide them down her eyes widened and mouth stood open. My hands jerked to a halt and I pulled them back up. “Why are you wearing another pair of pants under your pants? Are they secret pants?” I felt my face growing hot. My underwear was yellow, much like her scales, which wasn’t a coincidence at all. “It’s hiding our important parts, if you know what I mean by that,” I said. “Oh,” she blushed and turned away.
I pulled down my pants but left my underwear in place. I’d rather be on the safe side for now. I slipped out of my socks and noticed the pleasant warmth of the floor tiles. “Underfloor heating. That is quite fancy,” I said.
Adine pushed the button and the shower head turned on. A wave of hot water doused us both. The stream of water hit the floor with a loud patter. Adine clenched her legs together at the sudden sound and the terribly rusted penny in my head dropped. My gaze fell towards the Japanese style toilet next to the giant shower. She could’ve just asked me to wait for a minute before following her. Instead, she chose to hide it from me for some arbitrary reason.
I ignored her fidgeting as that was clearly what she had intended.
She doused herself with water, but all I had eyes for right now was her attempts at hiding something very obvious. She had her back turned to me, probably so I couldn’t see her desperate face, but her tail and legs weren’t even trying to hide her predicament. I should leave her alone for a minute before she did something embarrassing. Before I could say or do anything she turned the stream off and pointed at a bowl containing a sponge and soap. I grabbed both and began scrubbing her trembling wings.
The silence was only broken by the squeaking of sponge against scales. “I wasn’t sure if you’d agree to do this,” Adine said without turning to face me. I stopped scrubbing. “And why is that?” Her tail slammed against my leg as it continued to swing uncontrollably through the shower. “I wouldn't ask this of just anybody.” I continued scrubbing her back as she continued to talk. “So I am special,” I said. I could feel her tense back muscles beneath the sponge. “I figured that we were a little closer than just friends,” her voice became higher pitched the more she said.
“I am glad to say that I feel much the same way about you,” I said and the sponge went further down towards her tail. “I wasn’t sure if this was as obvious to a human as it would be to another dragon.” She turned around and gave me a coy look. Now I was sure that a dragon could definitely give me the bedroom eyes. That was of course before her face twisted in desperation and she turned away. I didn’t understand why she did this to herself, didn’t her desperation take away from the intimacy? Did she really want to continue things like that?
I guided the sponge over the back of her thighs in small circles, traveling forwards to her stomach. A low grumble emanated from her chest as I reached her smooth lower belly. I pressed my body against her back to reach that far around her waist. She tried to turn around, but I gently pushed her back.
I didn’t know what I was doing but between her purring and desperate twitching I thought that I was doing something right. Even if this was just sensual scrubbing. I let my hand reach further down and my fingers touched a rock hard bulge on her lower stomach. I stopped in surprise as she flinched and narrowly avoided stepping on my bare feet with her clawed feet.
I thought about stopping right there, but a slow moan escaped Adines mouth. Was she enjoying this? With a single finger I traced the outline of her football sized swollen bladder. Adine trembled and purred the more pressure I put on it. She was definitely enjoying this. Her soft and playful moaning combined with her trembling against my body got me excited as well. I was poking her backside, even through my underwear.
Grabbing the sponge again I described gentle circles on her bladder. Then I pushed for the first time. We both stopped in surprise as a jet of hot liquid drummed against the shower floor. I just made her piss herself and I didn’t know how to feel about it. Adine clenched her legs together as she struggled to regain control. I took a step backwards as the warm puddle touched my toes. Then came the smell. I wouldn’t say the smell was pleasant at all, but right now it was as arousing a scent as I knew.
She turned to me, her face a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. “You have strange tastes,” I said and cocked my eyebrows at her. Her face grew as red as a ripe tomato. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done this, I know it’s weird and strange but-” I put my finger up to her mouth to silence her. I loved her and somehow this wasn’t the worst for me. In a way it was strangely arousing to see her squirm and moan as I touched her overfilled bladder. Still holding my finger to her mouth and without breaking eye contact my hand traveled south, past her bladder and even further. It hit the floor.
Adine started to giggle behind my silencing finger as my face turned to confusion. “You won’t find anything interesting while I’m sitting.” “What a shame, but I already did,” I said and pushed down with my palm on her bladder. Adine winced and moaned as the pale yellow puddle beneath her grew in size. “Not fair,” she gasped.
I didn’t know what else on her body I could touch for an added effect, so I got her to turn around. I tried to push her on her back, but it wasn’t easy until she realized what I was trying to do. Then I saw it. Her private area normally did a great job of hiding in plain sight, but not when it was swollen and waiting like this. It was easy to see the bulge of her bladder poking out on her slender body like this too.
Adine watched with interest as I sat down on top of her lower belly, just below her bladder and above her private area. I slid backwards until I felt her pulsing privates below me. “I’m not actually sure what you are doing,” she said. I wasn’t either, so I responded by placing my hand on her bladder and pushing down. Her face contorted as she fought me for control. This time she won and did not lose it, much to my disappointment.
I pushed down further and further until the pressure became to much for her and a hot stream of urine hit my bottom. It was hot, hotter than the shower. My erection shot out of my underwear as the heat crept up through the fabric. None of this would go in any report ever. I was getting peed on by a dragon and I was starting to enjoy myself. Of course it was because of Adine that I enjoyed this and the cute face she made when she fought for control over her own bladder. “So that’s what humans are like. It’s a little different from us,” Adine said, looking straight at me. Even after all that happened, this was embarrassing so I did nothing but smile as relaxed as I could.
My hand went back to tease her bladder as this was so far the best place I had found on her body. The rest I was saving for later. Caressing her bladder I found that it wasn’t as rock hard as before.
I continued tracing it with my fingers but only got her to purr this time, she wasn’t at her absolute limit anymore. I turned myself around and slid back on her smooth scales. Merely sliding over her swollen privates made her leg twitch in excitement. She gasped for air as my body weight slid further upwards and over her bladder. I lowered my head until it could reach her privates.
The smell of soap mixed with hot dragon urine and other fluids was something that could only be described as intoxicating. I kissed her lips. She giggled softly. “This is much different than anything I expected,” she admitted. She hadn’t seen anything yet. I was set on delivering the best experience I could give her.
With my tongue I described small circles on what I hoped was the right place. Adine’s purring got louder with every new circle I described. “I should warn you,” she moaned and gasped for air. “You’ll get more than you hoped for if you continue right ther- AAH.” Her muscles clenched together in a single powerful spasm and a jet of urine hit me straight in the face like a high-pressure washer. I was sure that I swallowed some of it and I didn’t like the taste at all. Adine convulsed and twitched and more jets of urine shot out of her like a broken sprinkler. She let out a long and drawn out breath as her body stopped twitching and slumped down on the shower floor.
I pushed down on her privates to redirect the steady hot stream of urine that was splattering against my chest. Even with my hand pressed against it the pressure didn’t subside.
Knowing that the effort was futile I slid of her down one side and laid on my own back in a puddle that I knew wasn’t water. The only sound besides the gentle pattering of her stream against her scales were her ragged exhausted breaths. We both laid in her puddle, staring at the ceiling.
“Wow,” she said after her stream had finally died down and turned her head towards me. “How was that for round one?” I asked. Her tongue slid out of her mouth and played along her lips. “When my horoscope this morning told me that I’d be swimming in gold, I did not expect this. I mean I had hoped for something like this, but not so fast,” Adine said and turned away in shame.
“What would you have done if I wasn’t into this,” I asked. “Uhmm,” she started, startled by the question. “Playing it off as a mistake because I didn’t want to be rude by leaving you alone in my living room?” I chuckled, knowing that I would’ve accepted that without further explanation.
There was still one question that burned on my mind, even more now that I was starting to enjoy the thoughts about what we just did. “How did you figure out that you were into this?”
“I wet myself after a long and exhausting training session when I crashed into the sand and I got a little more excited than I should’ve. That led to more ‘experiments’.”
She turned to look at me. “You must think I’m pretty strange now right?” “After what I just did?” I reached out to turn her head towards me. “I think you are amazing Adine and now I am now intrigued by your ‘experiments’.”
The wet puddle beneath us started to turn cold. I propped myself up and pushed the button for hot water. Adine turned herself back around and got up too. “How about a cleaner round two?” I asked. Adine nodded. “Then let me step out to the toilet real quick, even after all of that I’m not done.” I grabbed her wing as she turned around.
“We have a saying back at home,” I said and she cocked her head in confusion. My other hand rested against her chest and slowly slid down as I was talking. “There are those that pee in the shower and those that lie.” Her confused smile turned into something a little mischievous as my hand rested below her privates. A last slight tremble went through her body and I felt a hot stream flowing between my fingers. She leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. “You found all of my buttons awfully quick you know that?” Her tongue flicked against my ear. “Now allow me to find yours.” |
@Bangarang once asked me, long ago, to write a story about an utterly desperate man and a girl teasing or encouraging him about his full bladder. Well, this is what comes to mind. This isn't my usual jam, but what the hell, life is no fun if I don't try new things 😉 I hope it came out okay!
Episode-2: The Long Wait
Half an hour in to the ride, Jordan really regretted not begging everyone to wait. His bladder had continued filling steadily and the "urge" was changing to full blown desperation. He had his legs crossed and jiggling, but it wasn't enough to distract him from the growing pressure in his abdomen. He just crossed his legs tighter. What else was there to do?Di suddenly whispered "You look very cute when you need to pee""What?"She was pointing at his crossed legs. "And you bite your lips in the cutest way possible". She kissed his bitten lower lip for good measure.Jordan blushed. He couldn't believe he had been so obvious about his need. Turning his girl on was great and all, but this was embarrassing. He quickly uncrossed his legs, ignoring the stabs of pressure against his spinchter."I am fine really""Oh really? So you wouldn't mind if I told you about my trip to the Niagra Falls last summer?"Di went on to describe the falls, the sound of gushing water, the strong stream flowing over the cliff, how the water flowed without resistance, forced out of the gorge, how the river unloads itself. Jordan tried to not react, he really did, but a man has needs after all. Within 10 minutes he had his legs crossed again, begging Di to stop."Oh, so now you do need to pee?""Yes" he acknowledged shamefacedly. "I needed to even before we boarded the bus. I really do now""Aww, poor baby! Do you need to go pee pee very badly?" she teased in a high pitched voice."Yes. But I am fine for now. Just, no more water talk, okay?""Okay" Di smirked. "For now."5 minutes later, Jordan was back to fidgeting. He was officially desperate. The beers had gone straight through him. Under normal circumstances, he would be making a beeline for the nearest men's room. On any normal trip, he would be looking for the nearest rest area and demanding a comfort break. But they had chosen to avoid the actual highway because they were too cheap to pay tolls (and a penny saved on toll is a penny spent on beer). Unfortunately, he was quite sure there were no rest areas on these obscure back roads - men get in to the habit of noticing these things. He and his aching, pounding bladder will just have to wait. For more than two. fucking. hours. He couldn't even imagine how much worse this will get.
Normally holding his waters for 4.5 hours would be no problem. He could wait double that time with ease, often did, with a crammed class schedule that left little time for waiting in queues. But with all the diuretic beer inside him? And after his seal was already broken? Fuck. Just 2 hrs in, and he was at the point where women stop searching and pop a squat. But a man must be made of sterner stuff. He will wait the 2.5 hrs. But how, is an open question.He took a deep breath to steady himself - he needed a distraction. His girlfriend's newly revealed kink was a good enough one."Do you really like watching me, umm, like, like this?" He was blushing, and stuttering, well aware that the folks on the seat in front of theirs could probably hear everything. But he needed a distraction, and by God was this one!"Yes. You just look so lovely and vulnerable!""So, you want me to be in this, uh, predicament?""Kind of. I really enjoyed the show in the morning you know. Your butt was moving on the barstool in the cutest way while you refused to break your seal!""You're insane!""Maybe"Jordan was shaking his head. He couldn't believe a man's needs could turn anyone on. He needed to pee so badly too! His muscles were aching, still sore from the mammoth wait he had made them suffer before breaking the seal. He crossed his legs the other way. Not that it helped, but the movement masked his real intent - rubbing against the edge of the seat, getting the friction in just the right area. The urge receeding a tiny bit. It wasn't his first rodeo - he knew a few tricks!"Ok, so tell me what you would like to do, now that I do really, you know, need to ..." he petered off. He really didn't want to discuss his private needs in other's earshot, but Jordan was excited. Strange feeling to have on a bursting bladder. But feeling like he was holding for his girl, rather than because he had absolutely no other choice, was helping his muscles somehow."Are you sure about this? J, I don't want you to hurt - I do enjoy watching you when you need to piss, but I really hate it when you're in pain"Jordan was nodding frantically. He needed a distraction. This was a distraction. And if he had to wait through the immense pain that was a beer filled bladder, well, at least someone could enjoy it."Ok, tell me how you feel?""Like I have a water balloon inside me. A balloon that has way too much water, the walls stretched thin. See through." Jordan whispered. He was being dramatic for effect, he could see Di was excited by it. But it wasn't too far from the truth. He was trying to keep his voice down, a blush spreading over his cheeks. He knew Kyle sitting in front of them could hear every word, but then it was Kyle. They had been best friends since elementary school! And Kyle must need to pee at least as badly! He hadn't even accompanied him on his second trip. There could be no shame from him! And truth be told, he really didn't have the mental strength to worry about anything other than the massive ball of piss inside him. He would rather concentrate on turning on Di.Di had her hand over that massive ball of piss now. And was pressing down. Fuck. He twisted his legs, grinding his thighs together and bent double, concentrating on his breathing, trying to shut the escape route his bladder was desperate to open. "What was that for!?""Oh, does my baby need to pee too badly?""Yes, Di! I am dying here""Well, you can still hold a lot. Your bladder does not even feel rock hard yet." She gave it a good poke to prove her point, sending a jab of pain through his bladder. And his bladder was fucking hard. Just may be not rock hard. Yet.
"It will be soon. I can feel the piss rushing in to it."
Di continued poking and prodding his ever hardening bladder, inspecting it's fullness and talking dirty to him. He could feel the organ bulging outwards, straining against the wasitband of his jeans. Just halfway in to the ride, Jordan was frantic. He couldn't sit still any more. Seeing Di's obvious arousal was helping, but not much. She continually teased him, poking him in the most sensitive areas while telling him about fishing trips on the river, pissing over the rim of a boat, the pleasure of relieving yourself! Every word was torture and he groaned aloud.Then she suddenly tickled him. He squirmed away, or tried to. The jolt to his bladder was really painful. He could feel his muscles relaxing as he laughed, and had to push down directly on his lap to keep control. Letting his hand grind his dick to the seat felt so good! Like forcing a pipe shut. Rubbing himself surreptitiously against the seat wasn't doing it anymore. As Di traced his now rock hard bladder, whispering in his ears about how sweet it would feel to finally let it flow, a shiver went up his spine. It was a wave of utter desperation rocking him, the dull ache that had plagued him for the past 15 minutes replaced by sharp stabbing pains in his lower abdomen. His bladder was running out of space, and Di's teasing was making it nearly impossible to hold. "Di, I don't know how long I can take this. I, I am really really desperate." Jordan finally confessed defeat. There was still one and a half hours to go. He didn't think he could go on.
"Oh come on! You're not a kid. You can wait!" Di teased. "Or do you have a tiny bladder?" It was almost a challenge, but Jordan was in too much need to rise up to the bait. A man's needs are often ignored, but they are no less sharper or urgent than a woman's!As he bent forward to stave off a leak from his poor overflowing bladder, he decided to be honest. "Di, I am almost pissing myself. I really don't know if I can wait another one and a half hours. I have never needed to pee this badly""Hey you'll make it!" Di was immediately encouraging, the teasing tone disappearing. "I have seen you wait a whole day! Remember that time we went fishing? We were out for ten hours, and you didn't even bat an eyelid. When we got back to shore, the toilets were locked, and you insisted on waiting till we got home! You are brilliant at this babe, you'll be fine. You're doing great!".Jordan didn't say anything, trying to surreptitiously give himself a nice long squeeze."And that time we hiked to the beach? You needed to pee from mid day! But you waited till we got to the loos at the start of the trail!?""I didn't have litres of beers in me then, did I?" Jordan finally burst out, a little harsher than he intended."I know" Di was rubbing his shoulders, trying to massage the tension out of him "But it is less than an hour and a half this time. You'll be fine baby""I have never been this desperate before Di" he whispered. "Not even that time our car broke down." That was a painful memory. Breaking down in the middle of nowhere after a long non stop ride with Kyle. And then waiting for the rescue truck to turn up. He had come closest to pissing himself that day. When the rescue truck arrived, he had been doing an all out pee pee dance. Luckily the male driver understood and sympathised, and drove them straight to the nearest rest area, where he peed up a storm worthy of the sixteen hours of liquids he had held on. The memory of that orgasmic relief wasn't helping him wait now. He pretzeled his legs and prayed for relief. Somehow. Anyhow. But none was forthcoming. The coach was bathroomless, the road with no rest areas and no cover, and the pressure in his nether regions merciless.
Di was still whispering encouragements, about how he had made it even that time though he had needed to pee so badly, but Jordan knew his body was fast approaching it's limits. It was all the beer. "Alcohol makes it really difficult to wait you know. All those beers are looking for a way out under there""I know sweetie. I need to piss too. Quite badly actually." Now that Di mentioned it, she did have her legs crossed, sitting in a rather stiff posture. But she was a woman. If worst came to worst, she had an out.
As Jordan rocked backwards and forwards, he couldn't stop himself saying "But if you can't wait, you will ask the driver to stop". He bit his lips hard, drawing blood, as he ground his thighs together. His rock hard bladder really didn't have any more room dammit! How much beer could a man be expected to hold!? As the need subsided to an urgent dull ache, he managed to finish his sentence in a broken voice -"What happens if I can't wait?"
Jordan sounded lost, lost in his desperation, the utter hopelessness of his situation - a man in urgent need, stuck without any means of relief. Di was rubbing soothing circles on his lower back, trying to get him to calm down. It was a futile effort."Babe, it will be okay, I promise."He wanted to believe Di, he really did. But with the pain he was in, it was hard to believe anything. Oh, why didn't the stupid coach have a restroom!? "I hope so!" was all he could manage, in a strangled voice, toe-curling desperation racking his whole body, bringing every bit of his conscious thoughts to focus on one single muscle.Both of them fell silent, Jordan needing every bit of his concentration to keep the flood in, and Di trying to force herself to sleep to escape the agony of a full bladder. Hers was nowhere near as full as Jordan's, but she was far less accustomed to having to wait for relief. She crossed her legs tighter and leaned back, closing her eyes. If he could wait, she certainly could. Jordan stared at the seat back before him, while he held himself through his pocket and hoped it was enough. A few minutes later he noticed Zoya look around, fidgety and nervous, rechecking her map. Probably looking for company to demand a 'pee break for the ladies'. Jordan's heart shrank at the thought - every minute was of the essence here! If he had to wait, and watch, the women relieve themselves, he didn't know what he would do. When the girl from the third row got up, hands between legs, he knew what was coming even before Zoya and Rita joined them. He clutched himself a bit tighter.He saw Di opening her eyes as the angry voices from the driver's cabin floated back to them. He tried to keep his voice light he said "looks like the women's room is here". Di gave him a sympathetic grimace, while crossing her legs the other way. As the bus finally stopped and the girls started jumping off from the bus, barely moving a few steps before popping a squat, Di looked at him seriously - "Will you be okay?""I don't know". His legs were crossed as tight as they would go. That'll just have to do."I feel so bad. I know you must need to pee worse than I do, but yet, here I am thinking of taking a piss, while you have to wait". She did look guilty about it. But it wasn't her fault he couldn't pee. He had heard Rita's emphatic exclamation of "they're more than welcome to join". That had gone straight to his bladder, tempting it to join the orgy of relief. But no, he couldn't do that. Neither Rita nor Di might think worse of him, but Society would. A man just had to wait. But again, not Di's fault."Go on, no reason why both of us should be uncomfortable. I can't do anything about mine, but you can relieve yourself. So go on!""I am sorry. I can stand guard for you?Jordan shook his head curtly. No, he wouldn't even consider humiliating himself this way. He was a grown ass man. He would wait. No matter how hard, how painful it got. Or he would wet trying.As Di made her way to join the other girls pissing openly all around, Jordan shuddered from the force of his desperation. Seeing all those women peeing with abandon, their piss foaming and frothing on the asphalt, golden streams flowing out from under their skirts, hearing their moan of contentment - just made his own need so much worse! Oh why did he have to have a penis! If only he could hide himself behind a skirt and let go! Oh what he wouldn't give to let this painful throbbing ball of hot pee out!
Author's Note - I would love to know what's working and what's not for you guys. Did you enjoy this long drawn out description? Or was it too much? Would you like to know what goes on inside the bus while the women pee outside? Or are you ready to cut to the chase, and read how this one ends? |
Episode-3: AgonyIt takes a lot of will power to hold on to litres of beers sloshing around in your bladder, pulsing, throbbing, trying to force their way out. It takes even more will power when you have already broken your seal, and still have to hold on to 3.5 hours of golden urine. You can feel the piss pushing against your spinchter, trying to pry their way out in to the world. You can feel a drop slide down your urethra, gliding down your length and glistening at the tip. You can feel your undies soak it in, and the temptation to just get it all go. But you can't. Not for another hour. Which might just as well be another day, or another year, because from the sheer pressure on that one tiny muscle tells you both are equally impossible.
Yet a man must garner the will power from somewhere. He must grit his teeth and wait, even when his eyeballs are floating in a sea of golden liquids. Jordan was well aware of the need to maintain dignity. Butt watching a group of women, some of his closest friends no less, brazenly relieving themselves on the side of the road, while he had to cross his legs and wait? That required impossible reserves of will power. Jordan's bladder was radiating wave after wave of pressure, trying to force his spinchter in to opening up, giving in to the long suppressed desire for relief. He couldn't stop the first spurt leaking in to his undies. It was a tiny spurt, but he knew it would be the beginning of the end. He had to make it to the college somehow. He just didn't know how. He gripped his penis tight, trying to squeeze the opening shut. It was just 60 minutes. He would do it.
Looking out the window, he could clearly see the golden streams flow out from underneath the women's skirts, smell the pee in the air, hear the hiss of strong streams, the splash of the first burst of pee hitting the asphalt, expelled out of stressed bladders with force - everything, everything was calculated to notch his desperation beyond the bearable. As woman after woman moaned in blissful relief, Jordan whimpered pitifully. Oh if only he could be pissing like that!
But there was absolutely no cover! Open fields on either side of the highway - not even a barn in sight. If there was a farmhouse he would go beg them to let him use their loo. But no, there was absolutely no possibility of relief for another hour, till they reached the college. Just the thought of holding on for another hour made the ache in his abdomen worse. Taking advantage of the lack of women in the coach, he gripped his dick hard with both hands and kneaded at the base, hoping to soothe the tired muscles. Each second the bus was stopped, was one more second his much needed relief would be delayed! Why can't the girls hurry up? They have surely peed enough? Jordan was scissoring his legs, rocking back and forth, trying to settle his bladder down before the women got back on. All the boys were, in their own ways, using the brief privacy to compose themselves for another hour of waiting. There were some murmurs of discomfort, but mostly everyone was too embarrassed to do anything other than squeeze their legs shut."Kyle, I, I really can't wait. What should I do?" he sputtered out loud, as a drop of pee leaked past his death grip on his dick. Kyle, in the seat before him, turned around. "I just can't wait Kyle. I need to pee so bad. It hurts. We are an hour away from college. I can't" he was nearly in tears now. He had vowed to wait, but what if he failed!? A grown ass man couldn't possibly wet his pants, could he? If you have no choice, you surely must be able to wait? But the drop of pee forcing it's way out in to his urethra begged to differ. He squeezed himself tighter as he wondered at Kyle's composure. That man must have a bladder the size of the Atlantic!"What other choice do we have?" Kyle was saying, in a matter of fact voice. "I don't know! Oh I wish I hadn't chosen these super skinny jeans today. My bladder can't even expand!""You could unzip them, probably give some room for expansion you know.""I couldn't, I won't be able to zip them back up again!" he whispered in embarrassment. Even under this incredible pain, he couldn't give up on decorum - he would not expose his undergarments to random women passing by his seat. "Oh, why didn't we pay for a coach with a restroom?""Because the girls made the decisions. And needing to pee, but having nowhere to go, just doesn't enter their heads" for once, Kyle sounded distinctly frustrated. Jordan had never heard Kyle complain about needing to pee in his life, but may be now even he needed to?
"Kyle, will you be able to wait? For an hour?" he didn't know why he was asking, may be he wanted reassurance that he wasn't the only one on the verge of wetting himself? But he only got a typical stoic-Kyle "I'll just have to" as the girls made their way back to the coach, their sprightly gaits much different from the tiny steps they had taken on the way out.Di took her seat beside him, looking distinctly happier, as the other girls settled down and the bus finally started again. Jordan couldn't have hid his need now even if he had wanted to. He continued rocking back and forth, hand crushed against his lap (oh no, a decent man doesn't hold his pee pee in public, even if he is almost peeing himself) as Di gently moved her hands over his lower back, trying to comfort him."You're doing great baby! Just an hour more""I, I" Jordan was sputtering. "I don't think I can wait a few minutes, let alone an hour" he finally got out, past his barriers of shame. "I am bursting. Now.""Oh poor baby!" Di had one hand on his stomach, gently supporting his bulging bladder. She was still making encouraging noises, telling him he will make it. But Jordan's dick was on fire. His bladder was throbbing and aching. Every part of his body was twisted together, toes curled inwards, hands balled in to fists, in an effort to hold on. He felt every movement of the bus as a jolt through the gallons of piss waiting in his poor bladder. He leaned backwards, giving his bladder as much room to expand as he could. It was pushing against his tight jeans, a bulge clearly visible even through the inflexible material of his skinny jeans. Oh if only he had worn something looser may be the pressure would have been bearable. (It wouldn't, but a man must hope!)He was shaking from utter desperation now, his body racked by wave after wave of need. He leant forward and rubbed his dick as shivers ran through his body, propriety forgotten in the urgency of his need. Di was still muttering encouraging words, words which weren't helping."You will get to go soon" said Di. His brain screamed "Not soon enough! If any woman needed to pee half as bad she would have made the driver stop and released the waterfall". And the image of the waterfall almost made him burst then and there. He allowed his right hand to remain firmly on his lap, gripping the base of his dick, the picture of unsubtelty - praying he can hold on."You have done so great! It's just 50 odd minutes (it was 57). There is a men's room right at the parking area - you'll be empty in no time". His brain 'helpfully' supplied the image of 10 desperate boys, in a queue for the two stalls. No time, Di says! If, if, he made it through these 50 minutes, he would be last in line, the boys rushing in, while he can only wobble forward with his heavy piss filled bladder pulling him down, slowing his walk to the tiniest of steps, taken bent double. He would be last in line, as friend after friend pissed up a storm. He would hear them piss. He would hear them flush. He would hear them wash their hands. He would surely pee in his pants.A mangled scream escaped his throat, as his bladder continued to throb and pulse, a constant sharp ache accentuating his desperation. His valiant efforts to not wet his pants was definitely doomed. He let his left hand sneak inside his jeans, and cup his dick properly, his face twisted in to the picture of grim determination, as he tried to stave off the inevitable. |
Episode-4: Bliss"Baby, I'm gonna ask the driver to stop. You need to pee. These roads are deserted - we haven't seen another vehicle in since forever!", Di cajoled. She could see how much pain Jordan was in. He needed relief, now. Societal niceties be damned! "You know I can't do that". The welled up in his eyes - the pain in his bladder was unbearable. It really hurt. He wanted to pee right now, he so badly wanted to, but men can't just pull their flies down, whenever and wherever. It just wasn't done. Yes he needed to piss, the sharp pangs from his abdomen hurt, bad. But to shamelessly pull out his dick, and just let it loose? Not even a bush to cower behind? Oh, he couldn't. He just couldn't. No matter how badly he needed to.
He shook his head a little more firmly, as a tear rolled down his cheeks. He didn't dare move his hands from his dick to wipe it away, so he let it roll down. Even that tiny bit of water rolling on his cheek was torture for the gallons of piss inside his bladder, waiting to roll out it's own waters. He couldn't stifle a sob as a large spurt leaked past his strong grip, rolled along the length of his dick, and landed in his undies. Another followed, and another, till even his absorbent cotton undies were soaked through, there was a tiny wet spot in his pants. He managed to stop then, but he knew it wouldn't last long. But he must wait. He just must.Di was gently stroking his hair, murmuring soothing words. That's when he realized he was actually sobbing, kneading his dick, left hand inside jeans, and undies. He blushed deeply but he didn't dare stop. He was in pain, his urethra burning, his kidneys and bladder screaming in protest. But what could he do, other than bear it through gnashing teeth and pray his muscles last three trip? Gripping the base of his dick and stroking the length with a long finger was helping. Miniscule help, but help. It felt too good, and he tried to hold on to the feeling as another drop of pee entered his length, inspite of his efforts."Babe, you can't possibly mean that. You're in pain. You will hurt yourself. Please let me ask the driver" she whispered.
But he was adamant. Wetting his pants was a better option than putting on a show for anyone to see. Just then a car passed them, underlining his point that a man simply doesn't have the privacy to brazenly pee on a roadside. But his sobs were drawing attention, people were turning back to look at them - the men with sympathy and understanding, the women with curiosity writ large on their faces. He tried to sit up straight, compose his face, but the pressure and pain was just too great for anything else to hold his attention.Di's death glare turned them all away anyway. Oh, how he loved this woman! Here he was, acting like a little boy who couldn't control his bladder, and she was fighting for him. Her brows were drawn together in concentration, as Jordan's pants developed a tennis ball size patch. His low moan-turn-sob apparently made up Di's mind for her."Ok, fine, no roadside. But I have a different idea."She pulled out her oversized scarf from her bag and quickly tied it to the window bar and the handle in front of Jordan's seat and hers. She looked around, before deciding the rod between their seats was where she wanted to tie the other end. There was effectively a tent over Jordan's lap now - the scarf hanging down on the ailse side. He wondered what she was up to, as an extremely urgent wave of desperation almost undid him. He slipped his right hand inside his jeans too, the cover of the 'tent' and the force of his desperation making him less shy."Lean back and look out of the window, and do as I say. No one can see anything but the scarf." Di instructed as she rooted around her bag. Jordan had no idea how this was supposed to help him endure 50 more minutes of torture, when his body was already giving up, but he was too desperate to think. Every bit of mental strength had to be concentrated on that single muscle, valiantly holding back the flood. He looked out of the window, as another spurt made it's way past his exhausted spinchter. The leaks were coming fast now, he really didn't know if he could last the next 50 seconds, let alone 50 minutes. He was well and truly fucked. Why did they ever agree for a bathroom less coach, when going to a beer festival!? Suddenly his bladder had room to expand, bulging out of the confines of his jeans. It reduced the pressure a bit, teeny tiny but oh so wonderful bit. He was so immersed in the tiny reprieve that he didn't start wondering how it had arrived till he felt Di's soft fingers on the waistband of his undies. What. The. Fuck?Di's body was guarding the view for anyone on the ailse side, and the tent hid his own view but he was sure Di had unzipped his jeans and was now unlacing his undies. "What are you doing!?" It came out as a strangled whisper."Well, you can't wait and you won't pee on the roadside because people may see. This way no one sees ""What! I am not peeing on the floor of some bus! Wetting myself would be less embarrassing!" Jordan was shocked, and annoyed. How could she!?"Not asking you to. I have a bottle. We'll just throw it away later. Come on, men have needs too, and we all must do what we must do.""But people will hear!" And smell. And know what he had done. And talk!"Not if we are quiet. And they'll know if you wet your pants too, and they'll talk worse. Come on, quit torturing yourself"Di had managed to tug his undies off, and he could feel the cool lips of a plastic bottle on his tip. A long spurt escaped his death grip, but this time instead of his jeans, a bottle caught it. With the rattling of the bus, the sound wasn't very audible anyway. The tell tale smell of beer-filled piss coated the air. He stopped, but Di was whispering encouragement, telling him how much he deserves a piss after waiting so long, how relieved he would be, and soon he has no control as he pisses a strong stream in to the bottle, audible even over the rattle of the old coach.He stops himself after 30 seconds of strong, hard pissing, cuts off the stream to a trickle and then just a drip, trying to regain control. He has some room in his bladder now, surely he can hold on, not embarrass himself further? He tries, he really does, but the aborted relief has left him desperate, bladder pulsating, insisting on more. He can't wait. He just can't. Having tasted relief, his body refuses to go back.He is peeing, peeing with abandon, fucking finally! He leans in to the pleasure, biting back a moan as the pee shudders out of his body, Di still gently murmuring loving words. He is so totally lost in the pleasure that it takes a while before Di's urgent whispers reach his addled brain. "You need to stop. Now!". Shit, how small was the bottle?He stops easily this time, bladder deflated, comfort restored. He isn't completely empty, but it feels so so good! He knows he can wait for the college restrooms now, easily. Actually, he'll just go at home - his friends would need that loo far more. He was ecstatic from relief as he laced his underwear back on, and zipped his pants back under the scarf. Ah, no pressure at all on his abdomen. This felt so so good!"Should I look for another bottle?" Di was half joking, half serious, half awed."No, I am good. Thanks. Thanks, really. I love you!" The relief was clear in his voice, as Di capped the bottle under their makeshift tent. "Could have used that two litre soda bottle though" he half jokes."I did. And you nearly made it overflow"Shit, he had really needed that piss!
Author's Note -- And, the end! So what did you guys think of the ending? I was toying around with the idea of writing an epilogue, when Jordan finally empties his whole bladder, but then decided against it. He has little pee left in him - so he'll make it home just fine, may be legs pressed together, but just fine, and enjoy his long awaited meeting with the toilet bowl. Instead of writing his epilogue I will probably write another story in this universe. Any particular character/situation you would like to see in that, let me know! |
"Ugh...argh..." Rubbing his eyes with his elbow, Ignace struggled to even open his eyes as he laid in bed, his head pounding like his brain was going to pop out of his skull. Somehow, he found the strength to lift his eyelids just the slightest bit, and instantly regretted it. The lights shining from the bedroom ceiling seared his pupils with their rays, multiplying the pain in his temples, enough to hate life for allowing him to be in this kind of agony.
That is, until the light was blocked by a person-shaped silhouette sliding in, looming over him. The sharp contrast in brightness meant he couldn't make out any defining features, but it was a shape he had seen every day for hundreds of years. Not to mention, outside Daemonia, there weren't many candidates to who could have large, pointed ears like he was seeing now. Even if he harbored any doubts, the voice of the towering shadow shattered any mystery. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Hehe, it's so strange to be waking you up for a change."
Hearing his master Vivian's voice, Ignace was shaken out of his haze and shot upright, a quick motion that turned out to be incredibly painful for his poor head. "Ow! M-madam, what happened to me? The last thing I remember, we were preparing a celebratory feast, and then...everything goes blank."
"Oh, Barbarosa mentioned you probably wouldn't remember much, not after all you drank. It must be really bad if you slept through all that turbulence."
"...all I drank?"
"Yes, you and Rachel were having such a great time, drinking and dancing together," Vivian explained, smiling and giggling as she reminisced on the previous night. "In all the centuries I've known you, Ignace, I've never seen you having as much fun. It was refreshing!"
Suddenly, patches of last night's activities flashed through Ignace's mind. He remembered the party, and he remembered all the alcohol present, but there were still so many gaps in his memory, far more than he could be comfortable with. "Madam, please tell me I did nothing to disgrace myself in my inebriated stupor."
"Well, you spent most of the feast dancing with Rachel, and then you wandered in here and fell asleep. You've been out like a baby until I came in just now, it was really very cute."
Ignace's face flushed pink with embarrassment, yet he still let out a sigh of relief. "It's hardly becoming of a Daemon to act as I did, but I suppose it could have been much worse." He shook his head as he attempted to recall what their alliance's task was before the festivities. They had explored the human world, defended Hakurai Castle, destroyed four Ether Gears, and were discussing their next course of action when Vivian suggested the party. "That's right, the professor was talking about some 'special preparations' with you and Azura."
"Oh, we did that already. I didn't want to wake you up if you weren't needed, but we've reached the next realm, so it's time to get out of bed. You should see it, it's quite a marvel to the eyes!"
"Y-you could have woken me, madam! I'll look foolish as the only one who slept in!"
"Aw, don't worry, everyone knows what you've been through. Now, get on up, Ignace!" Taking the blanket in her hands, Vivian tossed the thick quilt away, reaching out and taking her servant's hand as she yanked him to his unwilling feet.
Taking a deep breath, Ignace steeled himself. In no shape to be exploring a dangerous new realm, he could tell that today would be particularly painful and miserable.
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"Hey, there's the party animal," Renzo laughed as Ignace entered the bridge of their alliance's ark, looking down, unwilling to make eye contact with his comrades.
Because of that, he didn't see Gene nodding in agreement. "I've worked with Daemons in the past, but I've yet to see any have as much fun as you did."
"Yeah, you were a great partner! Those were some great moves," Rachel praised. "Nice to know there's a few Daemons I can get along with!"
A few more laughs came from the assembled team, and Ignace wanted to escape it all by looking out the large windows adorning the walls, where he could instead observe the calm, expansive sea. That's why he was surprised when there was no water surrounding their boat, no matter which pane he peered through. Still a little groggy, he couldn't entirely trust his senses, and so ran to the nearest window to confirm.
At the much closer angle, Ignace could see the water he had expected. The problem was, it was far below the ship. He could see the islands they had been exploring, he could cover them with his hand on the glass. And there were a series of floating landmasses waiting below the vessel. "I-is this ship flying?!"
"Nice of you to finally catch up, doggy," Tiggy chastised from the steering wheel. "Thanks to my genius, Azura's Signimancy, and Vivian's Sorcery, this baby can fly!"
Vivian joined Ignace at the window, admiring her work, as the attendant did. "So this was the 'special preparations' you were talking about?"
"Yes, this was it." Vivian smiled, in that pure way she could pull off perfectly. "Impressive, is it not?"
"Of course it is! Nothing can hold us down now," Tiggy boasted.
Everyone was celebrating their newfound freedom of the skies, when the Daemons noticed a small object flying, moving closer and growing larger, until they could identify the flying animal and its rider. "I think that dragon wishes to try, however," Vivian suggested.
In the seconds that followed, everyone rushed to the same window to confirm what Vivian was talking about, and sure enough, a silver dragon was closing in, with a person on the back of the beast. "Don't tell me it's Grossa again," Galil worried.
The dragon rider, a blue-haired woman, looked straight into the bridge as she flew by, landing on the nearby landmass and theatrically gesturing downwards. "I think she wants us to land," Ignace observed.
"Alright. Who does she think she is?" Tiggy spun the wheel to aim the bow at the floating island, bringing the ship down to the closest patch of flat ground large enough to support them.
With the vehicle parked and shut down, the landing gear extended and the doors opened, and the party of ten exited the ship to meet the dragon rider, who quickly got to introductions. "I am a Dragonguard called Matilda. I'd like to meet the one in charge of this flying ship."
Galil took head of the pack and stepped forward. "Guess I'm the leader. I'm Galil, and we came from the outside world."
Matilda cradled her chin in her hand. "The outside world? Did you guys cause those thunderclouds to start acting strangely?"
"Hmm...I suppose so," Galil affirmed.
Matilda wasn't done with the questions. "What's your reason for coming to this realm?"
"Our goal is to disarm the Great Barrier that's been set up on the surface by the Daemons." Vivian began explaining their whole journey up until now, with the alliance, the search for and destruction of Ether Gears, and opposing Daemons such as Grossa and Rouge. Ignace didn't need to hear any of this, he lived it, so he sort of blanked out, thanks to his hangover aches in the head and stomach.
Or, perhaps not all of his pains were due to heavy drinking. He had easily believed the stomach pains from alcohol, but that particular nag was instead emanating from slightly lower, and Ignace realized something: in all the previous night's activities he had lost memory of, one of them was clearly not a visit to the restroom, and there had yet to be one this morning either, leaving Ignace wanting. No, as his senses continued to wake up, "wanting" became too soft a descriptor. A vast quantity of drinks had been filtering through his system for hours on end, gathering in his bladder in all their volume. Ignace needed to pee, and very badly. Almost instantly, it was challenging to even stand still.
"Ignace!" His master's voice shook him from the introspection, reminding him that he was in a crowd, on a quest.
"Y-yes, madam? I'm sorry if I lost focus." Now was hardly the time to be distracted, or weak, so he buckled down and strengthened his resolve to outlast what would follow.
Vivian reached up and started patting Ignace on the head. "Aw, are you still tired? Matilda just told us to follow her to a place called Eshtern. Let's go!" Taking his hand, Vivian led Ignace back to the crowd, with her usual pep and energy. And speed, as the butler was quickly realizing about his master, having to put special attention into his footing to not trip, moving at higher speeds than he was currently comfortable with.
With each and every step, he could feel yet another pulse in his groin, pleading to void his bladder, to run to the bathroom that didn't exist where they were standing. Ignace was a tough Daemon, but this was just a kind of fight he wasn't used to. Most of his days for the last centuries were spent with Vivian, so long as she required nothing, he could use the bathroom any time the need presented itself. Now, he was caught in a particularly delicate situation, one where the solution was not so easily presented.
No, that wasn't exactly accurate. There was a possibility to where the attendant could find his release, in the form of the clusters of pink-leafed trees and patches of tall grass adorning the landscape of the Crystal Realm. While it had been a foreign concept until very recently, due to him considering such conduct to be deviant, as their journey had progressed, Ignace had been forced to become accustomed to urinating outdoors. Now that he was used to it, the potential locations to perform such an act seemed to call out to him, seducing him with promises of a relieved bladder if he would just walk over.
But how would he explain that to his comrades? They had only just entered the wilds minutes ago, he'd look positively pathetic if he already needed to ask for a rest stop. The alliance had reached the point in their adventure where competency was imperative; if Ignace were to look weak now, he could compromise the entire group paradigm. To say nothing of how his failings would reflect back on Lady Vivian!
But surely, it would be worse if he were to wait too long and lose control in his pants. Nothing would appear more foolish than that, and there would be no way to justify keeping him around. Vivian could not possibly want a servant who could not even be trusted to attend to himself. He was quickly finding himself somewhere with no proper escape.
"Ignace, is something troubling you?" And to prove his point, he hadn't even realized that his master was trying to get his attention until she raised her voice. Because of that, when he returned to the moment, everyone was looking at him, concerned and confused.
Ignace gulped, his face growing hot at all the attention. He believed strongly in honesty, but right now, revealing the whole truth would not be in his best interest. "Y-you don't need to worry for me, madam. I can take care of myself."
"Is he gonna be alright," Matilda asked from the head of the pack. "He looks kinda pale."
"Yeah, we had a big party last night, and he drank his body weight in booze," Renzo explained.
That was all Matilda needed to hear. "Ah, I get the picture. I drank like that the night I was accepted to become a Dragonguard. When I woke up the next morning, I had a piss that could match my dragon's!"
That's not exactly what I needed to hear... With Matilda's dragon walking with the party, Ignace could easily picture what that volume looked like, and with the sensation of his own bursting bladder, there was little doubt that it would serve as an accurate comparison. He couldn't get the image out of his mind, of this scantily-clad Matilda doing her business, and he took no pleasure in that.
However, as the scenario played out in his mind, Matilda did not appear. Instead, the setting was a junkyard, and the woman in question at the mercy of her bladder was Vivian. How could it not be, when he had seen her in the intense throes of desperation so recently, where she had very nearly become the only lady he had ever witnessed answering nature's call? That loud hissing and splashing, those sighs of bliss from his master, stimulants like that could only worsen his condition. And worsen they did, Ignace could practically feel himself ready to pop from the pressure.
Yet, that conclusion to Vivian's bathroom struggle was not the only segment on his mind. He could never forget his master's resolve, her willingness to wait, her morality would always win out no matter how much pain she was in. And even after she was forced to expose herself in a very open space to avoid a thorough accident, she had no regrets. Yes, that was how Ignace needed to conduct himself as well. He took a deep breath and steeled himself, resolved to wait quietly until he reached Eshtern, where he could surely find a proper restroom, as a gentleman should. I will not disappoint Lady Vivian now.
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The distance from their landing spot to Eshtern was honestly not very far, but the entrance to the town was not so obvious when they arrived. Seemingly for protection, Eshtern could not be entered on foot, so the only way in was from the air, which meant being carried by Matilda's dragon. Something she had graciously not warned about until it happened, where Ignace was one of the first "passengers". Caught off-guard, it was all he could manage to not leak as he was lugged over the mountains. He could feel his filled bladder quivering with every vibration and jostle of his body, and the fear that he may not be able to make it to the town become more real and more worrying with each passing second. It was a miracle when he was unceremoniously dropped in the town still dry.
He was much more preoccupied with simply holding, so the task of admiring Eshtern's beauty fell to everyone else, who certainly did so enough to make up for his mental absence, where "oohs" and "aahs" abounded. Eshtern was awash with bright, vibrant colors, lush greenery, large crystal spires, and a massive, sparkling, golden castle in the center, the path to which Matilda had begun traversing by herself. "Come along, I'll take you to meet the Star Hierarch."
"Oh, he sounds important," Vivian beamed, yanking Ignace along as she ran up the stairs towards the castle.
In his current state, it took everything Ignace had to keep up with his master while not soaking himself. But jostling his bladder at this rapid pace, full control just wasn't possible to maintain, as he soon discovered. "Ah, m-madam, please hold on!" A jet of heat shot through his urethra at lightning speed, spurting from his genitals and creating a small wet patch on the front of his underwear. It all happened so fast, his only reactions were his ears perking up and tail flaring out.
Oblivious to the struggle happening inside her attendant's body, Vivian stopped and looked back. "What is it, Ignace?" She nodded her head up and down, looking him over top to bottom to find anything wrong.
It's nothing you need concern yourself with! Ignace straightened his body out, with his legs forced together, squeezing his penis between them to hold without outwardly holding. "W-we should let Matilda take the lead. There's no r-rush."
"Oh, yes. That makes sense." Vivian allowed the Dragonguard a head start, and hung back so her friends could rejoin them on the path up to the castle, moving up the stairs in a large mob. Unfortunately for Ignace, the pack was not large enough to suitably hide him, meaning he could not safely grab his crotch for some measure of relief.
No! No, what am I thinking?! That's incredibly uncouth behavior to even be considering! Yet, despite his own reprimands, the Daemon could not deny that he very much wanted to hold himself like a child. It was simply a natural instinct, the only way he knew how to mitigate the agonizing pain in his bladder. If I don't, I might...I might seriously wet myself. Loathe as he was to admit it, it was a real threat now.
Right now, all his bets needed to be placed on being allowed to use the men's room inside the castle. Which not only meant that he needed permission from this Star Hierarch, he needed to explain his temporary absence to his team. And to Lady Vivian...no, it's far better than the alternative! I just need to tell her...I just need to say... He racked his brain as much as he could without taking too much concentration off his bladder, but try as he might, the proper words continued to escape him.
This wasn't a topic that he had ever broached before, how was he supposed to indicate a bodily need without making himself look immature? To say that he was currently incapable of simply controlling himself, it was one of those subjects that couldn't be made dignified. No matter how he phrased it, he'd look like an incompetent fool.
But it appears I don't have much of a choice... Ignace needed to wish that fate would be on his side today, that some opportunity to relieve himself would come across naturally. It wasn't impossible. Maybe Vivian had also neglected to use the restroom this morning, and would soon announce her need, in that same unashamed way she did when they first arrived in the human realm. If I'm going to bet on another speaking up first, I should hope it's Lady Vivian, or I won't have a proper excuse to accompany them along.
When he came back to reality, outside his mind, he found that he had absentmindedly been guided into the giant white throne room, with blue carpet adorning the walls and red dragon murals decorating the back wall, behind who Ignace could only assume was the Star Hierarch on his throne, in full-body robes and a golden mask. "Lord Star Hierarch," Matilda addressed, "these are the ones who came from the outside world on a flying ship."
Looking over the party, taking quite his time doing so as Ignace noted, the Star Hierarch stood up from his seat and closed the distance between the two, approximately half-way. "So they are the ones responsible for the lightning?"
Galil nodded and took charge, explaining their story for what felt like the hundredth time. "The Daemons have corrupted the Great Barrier that divides the surface, and we've been working to undo that damage. It's possible that our actions may have caused the thunderclouds as a byproduct. We think the next location is in this realm, and we'd like permission to explore."
Once again, the Star Hierarch took his sweet time thinking the request over, to the point that Ignace was almost tempted to shout out and tell him to hurry up. Only centuries of obedience kept him silent as the ruler came to a conclusion. "Very well. I will permit you to explore the Crystal Realm, but on one condition: your skyship must remain under our control."
The entire alliance was shocked by the demand, but none were as offended as Tiggy. "You can't take our ship! It's already in bad shape from the approach, it could break if you start messing with it! Do you have any idea how much time I've spent getting it working right?!"
"Your ark will be returned to you in due time. Until then, Matilda, inform the Dragonguard to ground their ship until further notice."
Matilda bowed to the lord. "Sir." With that, she rushed out of the throne room, wasting no time in fulfilling her duty. Even the Star Hierarch apparently had other matters to attend to, as he exited from the back of the room, into a white door so well concealed that no one had even noticed it until now.
Please wait a moment, Sir Star Hierarch! Could you please direct me to the nearest restroom? The words were right there, practically on the tip of Ignace's tongue, yet nothing he could do caused the request to exit his lips, and before he knew it, the chance had passed. Suddenly, all at once, the large chambers felt so empty and lifeless, even with the ten adventurers still present.
Their business finished, the party turned back the way they came to leave the castle, Tiggy fuming the whole way. "Now we can't even leave this place if we wanted to! What if they hurt my baby with their grubby hands?"
As had become a job of hers, Vivian began to calm Tiggy down. "I'm sure they'll be careful not to break the ship. Besides, this is still a lot better than being confined to the jails of Hakurei Castle." She had a point, back during their quest through the Snow Realm, in order to gain the trust of Princess Yukiha, Gene had gone ahead and claimed the Daemons were, in fact, prisoners of the humans. They later told the truth and had them released, but in the intermediate time, Vivian and Ignace were held captive in the prison.
While he could agree with the comparison, Ignace stayed silent, for all he could think of was how different his predicament would be if he was this desperate back then. There was a pot in the cell, so I would have at least had an option should worst have come to worst. But the confines were quite small, there would have been no way to spare Lady Vivian from the act. She might have understood, but it would have been something to avoid regardless. Still, it was just the two of us, and the opportunity was right there... Honestly, he couldn't tell if that imagined scenario was better or worse than the current reality.
Seemingly as if to solely make the present seem the less desirable choice, Ignace was hit hard by another jolt from his stretched-out bladder, with enough force to make it clear that he was very much in danger of bursting. Slowly, to make sure that no one noticed him acting strangely, he moved a hand up to his stomach and rested it on his solid abs, the sturdy muscles surely preventing his bladder from expanding even further and giving him a little breathing room. The only respite he received was another spurt shooting out, soaking his underwear even further, the garment now wet enough to stick to his unmentionables, chilling to the touch from the earlier leak. It maybe made his hold a minuscule amount easier.
However, maybe he was a little too overt, because someone soon paid attention. "Ignace? Are you feeling alright? I've been sort of worried about you for a while now," Azura expressed, quietly and confidentially.
Even though the blind Azura couldn't actually see him, Ignace still straightened out like a statue, leaving his bladder to fend for itself without any outside assistance. "I-I don't know what you could be referring to."
"You just seem unnaturally tense, your breathing's ragged, and you're sweating, aren't you?"
Ignace hadn't even noticed it until she mentioned it, but upon wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, he found abundant enough perspiration to match his urination. Clearly, he was straining himself a lot more than he realized, all in the name of not peeing himself. "W-well...perhaps I may still be slightly under the weather. But you needn't worry, I am more than capable of toughing it out."
"Alright...but you don't need to overexert yourself, you know. You can say if you need to take it easy for a little while. We get that you may not be feeling your best right now." Azura disappeared to the front of the crowd, leaving Ignace cursing her Signimancy senses for making her too attentive.
Yet, as they continued to wait outside the castle with nowhere to go, Ignace continued to hear Azura's words echo through his mind. Why exactly am I going to such lengths to hide my need? Perhaps we were simply nicer than most, but neither Tiggy nor I thought any less of Lady Vivian while she was in the same dilemma. The rest of our compatriots might be just as understanding, should I say what's on my mind. On the other hand, someone like Gene hardly seems like the compassionate type. I would also believe I'd soon become the butt of Renzo and Rachel's jokes. And Tiggy would never let me live it down. On further thought, he could lose the respect of half the alliance should he come out and reveal his desperation. It was simply unbecoming for a Daemon, a trusted attendant, and a man.
He had no clue how long he was considering that, but when he came back, Matilda was running up the stairs to the castle entrance, right where their group was waiting. "Good news, I've received permission from the Dragonguard. Come with me." And as soon as she arrived, she left, beckoning everyone to follow.
"You're not going to have your dragon carry us out again, are you," Ignace grumbled. He wouldn't have enjoyed it regardless, but right now, the butler really didn't think he could handle another ride like that, not with clean pants.
"Yes, but this'll be the last time. The thing I was checking was whether I could let you borrow a dragon while you're here. So long as you can prove yourself, you're good to go."
Nothing could have convinced the girls faster, Rachel especially. "Our own dragon?!" Before anyone could stop her, she rushed to the Eshtern landing strip on the outskirts, jumping up repeatedly and waving her arms, pulling everyone's attention straight towards her and never letting go.
Vivian didn't mind the rush. "Let's go, Ignace!" As she often did, she took her butler's hand and began pulling him down the road against his will, shaking a drop or two loose with every greater-than-average jolt.
The news had put everyone in a good mood, and they were all hurrying to get out of Eshtern, excited expressions of varying magnitudes on each of their faces. Ignace wanted so badly to tell them all to wait, hold off on their fervor so that he may run off, tail and hands between his legs, to use the men's room, but he just couldn't. It was often his duty to temper elation and keep others in check, but the more time he spent around humans, the more he realized he was powerless against their surges of emotion, and the less able he found himself to play the role of the voice of reason. Or, perhaps a better analogy given the circumstances, the role of the wet blanket.
No one else would come to his aid of their own volition, it would seem, as Matilda had no hesitation joining everyone else, calling out to the sky. "Faflazard!" One simple cry of the dragon's name was enough to summon the winged reptile to its rider, landing near the crowd and nearly blowing them away with the force of its flaps. Matilda, as expected, was unaffected by the severe gust, jumping on her dragon's back while everyone else was occupied with maintaining their footing and not peeing themselves. Or maybe that last one was just Ignace. "Come on, get the lead out and let's get going!"
While the Daemon butler was struggling just shutting out the personal implications of "going", Vivian took the initiative and jumped onto Faflazard's back with Matilda. "Come on, Ignace," she beckoned, waving her arm to summon her attendant.
Ignace could do nothing but take a few deep breaths to ready himself. Be strong. You can surely manage a little longer. Fate will come to your aid soon enough. The uncomfortable dampness in his underwear begged to disagree, especially as it grew warmer and wetter as he climbed on the dragon's back. Ears falling back as he whimpered in pain, Faflazard lifted off, away from the only toilets he would find.
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Approximately fifteen minutes had elapsed since the group had left Eshtern, the luscious colors and scenery of the environment continued to pass everyone by, and Ignace had already progressed to critical condition in a blistering display of speed. He had somehow managed to defy instinct this long by resisting the incredible urge to go all in and grab his crotch in the hopes that it would allow him to hold on just a moment further, all in the name of preserving his dignity. His underwear was positively soaked, the fabric sticking to his parts tormenting him with every single step, the fact that his pants had remained white through the spurts was nothing short of a miracle.
Every ounce of the Daemon's energy was being spent just sustaining his current, faltering state, leaving him looking sorry and pathetic. If his friends thought it was still alcohol-induced, they must have thought he would collapse at any second. His sweating from the stress hadn't diminished in the slightest, his face was red, his joints were stiff, he was gritting his teeth, eyes darting about, ears pointed back, and that was all on the outside. Inside, it was ten times worse, he was an absolute wreck. His bladder felt stretched to its limit, ready to burst open at any second, radiating with a burning, stinging sensation worse than any other pain he had felt in his long life, past his old combat training. He could feel it at the base of his manhood just as strongly, making the agony all the more unbearable. If his body didn't falter soon enough, his spirit would.
It was getting so bad, in fact, that Ignace was starting to consider his alternatives. Every tree and bush in the environment around them filled the attendant's imagination with thoughts of running off without a word and watering the plants, regardless of the proximity to the group. Some part of him even considered shouting for some space and relieving himself where he stood, all in the name of not having an accident. He knew better, he knew such thoughts were inappropriate and improper, yet every time he banished the images from his mind, they returned, pleading louder and louder to give up his shame just this once.
What else can I do? I've reached my limit, I have no excuse to find privacy, it needs to be somewhere in the open or in my pants! He'd be a laughing stock either way, it'd at least be nice to spare himself from dealing with wet pants for who knew how long. Obviously, he wanted nothing more than to avoid exposing his privates to a group not far above strangers, but it was pretty clear that however this would turn out, he wasn't going to like it.
There was just one thing, one aspect that kept him from tossing his modesty right off the edge of the floating Crystal Realm: Lady Vivian. She wouldn't be pleased with me should I lose control, but she would surely be more upset if I were to deliberately reveal parts she has no business seeing. She has done nothing to deserve witnessing that! But what other options were there? He'd either be made fun of for running off or for wetting himself, losing all respect in an instant, or he would be forced to show a part of himself, something that no one wanted.
"Oh, Ignace! Do you see that?" Vivian's call was enough to bring everyone to a halt so they could see what she was pointing at.
Ignace took a second longer to look, mostly because of his stiff muscles unwilling to move, but there was also a certain...resentment, one he hated himself for even entertaining. Madam, now is not the time for a detour! I am in the middle of a crisis, yet you wish to devote time to whatever catches your fancy! Still, he pivoted his head off to the side, where he could examine what had gotten his master so excited. "Flowers?"
"Oh, those kinds of flowers grow around here a lot this time of year," Matilda explained.
Vivian clasped her hands together and beamed a bright smile. "They're quite pretty. Come on, Ignace, accompany me so I can pick a few!"
"N-now?!" The attendant leaked once again, a worrying amount this time, in the shock of the suggestion.
He wasn't the only one concerned, as Gene spoke up as well. "I'm not so sure it's wise to split from the team right now. We don't have much idea what threats lie in wait, biding their time until our safety in numbers dissipates."
"That's why I'm bringing Ignace. It's okay, we'll catch up in a few minutes, you don't need to wait for us." Vivian took her butler's shivering hand, with all the confidence in the world in his abilities.
The rest of the team looked between each other, mostly at their designated leader Galil, who had no answer beyond a shrug. "If that's what you want, then okay. We won't go too far ahead." He led his party along the path at a walking pace, while the Daemons split off and headed for the plants.
Close to a minute passed, and the two groups had separated enough that they were effectively split. Ignace had to admit, having fewer eyes to witness him at his lowest moment was welcome, but Vivian being present meant it was small comforts. Perhaps I should simply urinate now, while I have relative privacy. There'll be no way to explain it when we reconvene, but at least I can perform the act with no one but...Lady Vivian to see. Oh, I'm really not sure if I should... "I implore you don't take too long picking your flowers, madam."
"Oh, that was a small fib, actually. I should be the one advising you to hurry."
"M-me? Whatever d-do you mean?" He couldn't even speak straight now, in the final throes of torturous desperation.
"You really need to use the restroom, don't you?"
Like a pane of glass shattering, that simple question broke Ignace's defenses, leaving him in stunned silence with his jaw agape, yet another leak seeping into his clothes. Suddenly, the dynamic had changed, flipped on him at a moment's notice. Vivian was the only one close enough to see and hear him, and now she was aware of his secret. Meaning, he had nothing to hide. Faster than lightning, his hands shot to his crotch, gripping the bulge of his pants with all the force he could manage. His knees buckled as he slammed them together, rubbing the tops of his tall boots together, his hips swaying as he cradled his wrists in his thighs, bending forward almost a full 90 degrees. "P-please forgive my conduct, madam."
"Hehe, it's fine, Ignace. I can't imagine I looked any more dignified while I was in your shoes."
"How c-could you tell what's ailing me?"
"Well, it was actually a bit of a guess. It just made sense, you look like I did when I almost had an accident, I know you had a lot to drink, it add-" Ignace shouted out, forcing his eyes closed as his pee dance grew more frantic. Vivian couldn't see, but a few more squirts of urine in his pants were pushing him over the edge, to a place he couldn't possibly recover from, and she could tell. "Oh, I probably shouldn't be talking right now. There's a tree right over there, so you'd best be quick." She turned to face the opposite direction of the nearest tree, giving her butler the most privacy she could offer.
Ignace hesitantly looked over to the tree, finding it quite close, but not exactly ideal. The trunk was too thin to realistically hide on the opposite end, so no matter which side he were to use, his intentions were clear. If the larger group were to change their mind and return, they would know from a cursory glance that he was relieving himself. And Lady Vivian was still so near, how could he possibly justify performing such a crude bodily function so near his master? It's indecent, it's improper, it's demeaning, it's...it's...it's necessary! He could feel his bladder bursting at the seams, if he didn't go now, it would be in his pants. There was no other possibility.
With no regard for his own pain, Ignace ran to the tree, holding himself the whole way, reaching a spot mere inches from the trunk in seconds. Even in that short time frame, that exertion was enough to reach the point where he could start flooding any moment, so there was no time wasted. His pants weren't coming off, thanks to his belts, so he hurriedly yanked the zipper straight down, reaching his right hand in to pull the front of his drenched underwear beneath his genitals, and bringing his penis into the open air, careful to wrap his palm around the shaft instead of allowing the spiked fingertips of his gauntlet to make contact.
Despite being on the verge of an accident for so long, now that he was able to let go, Ignace found himself unable to release, beyond even more squirts now safely falling onto the protruding roots. "Come on...come on, please," he growled, his grip tightening for a second, before he realized how poorly that could turn out. Closing his eyes, he took a sharp, quick inhale, and released it slowly. Nothing but a few scattered drops would escape his tip each time, yet he continued. Repeating this a half-dozen times, the tension in his muscles began to melt away, and he began to relax.
Like a faucet for the bath being turned the full distance all at once, the change was instantaneous. As soon as he reached a tranquility threshold, pee began erupting from his urethra at torrential force. The slightly-yellow stream crashed into the tree like a raging rapid with a hiss, countless tiny droplets splashing back onto his legs while the vast majority seeped between the cracks of the bark and traced a watery path down into the dirt, taking on the appearance of a small, but no less dangerous waterfall.
It should have felt amazing. Ignace had never once come even close to needing the bathroom as he had now, and after all the suffering, he had made it just fine...well, his undergarments were soaked, but that was a mere fraction of what his bladder could hold, as was plainly demonstrated now. Even with the less-than-ideal circumstances, it should have been a wonderful feeling, yet it could hardly be more opposite. The urine jet shooting out was so thick, his bladder had been so stretched out, and he had been holding for so, so long, his body was exhausted and not prepared to actually pee, like he was still trying to keep that vast quantity of fluids inside him. Being forced through his system with the strain of their ship passing through the Dark Current hurt quite a bit, no other way to describe it, with a burning and stinging distress almost identical to before he started going.
And that wasn't the only part of this outcome causing him discomfort, just to make it worse. With such proximity to such a large volume of urine, his strong Daemon senses meant he was absolutely assaulted by the overwhelming scent it emanated, though some part of him said that it smelled less than Vivian, something he didn't want to be able to compare. The light sound of urine crashing against solid wood melded into the telltale splashing liquid below, and his large ears meant he picked up every tiny detail. Against his better judgment, he looked down, and saw a massive, foamy puddle slowly soaking into the soil, circling the soles of his boots, all adding together into a perfect, inescapable reminder: he had pushed his body to its limits, and was forced to release it in the open.
Not just in the open, but somewhere his master could see, should she so desire. It would just take a quick turn and a slight step, and she would have a perfect view. She wouldn't...no, I'm sure she wouldn't! Lady Vivian would never stoop to such uncouth behavior! Yet, despite his reassurances, he just couldn't shake the feeling. Very slowly, like he didn't want to know the answer, Ignace turned his head to see Vivian, and where her gaze was focused. But, even when he could see her, her face was out of sight. Vivian's back remained turned to him, her hands folded behind her as her tail swished lazily. Her head would shift to better look at various parts of the scenery, but it always kept far away from him. For the first time, Ignace sighed in relief, knowing that his master respected his privacy.
In fact, there was something about the sight of a content Vivian, even from the back, that brought Ignace peace of mind. Perhaps that was the final piece of serenity he needed, or maybe it was just coincidental timing, but that sensation in his abdomen changed completely. The agonizing aspects of the release melted away, and all that remained was uncontrollable bliss. "Hah...mmpfh...aaaahhhhhh..." Every vibration of his powerful stream resonated through his most sensitive parts, leaving a stunning, wonderful feeling unlike anything he had felt before. He was speechless in the face of such mind-numbing euphoria.
As his pee continued to rage, Ignace began to go slack, and he fell forward, his forehead bumping into the tree trunk as it stopped his descent. His stream aimed a little lower, closer to the base, but the specifics didn't change. It still smelled, it continued to deafen, the puddle at his feet expanded, and the Daemon butler just couldn't care. He was just too happy to be relieving himself, and couldn't even keep his eyes open, his tail wagging behind him.
Of course, it wasn't long after it began to feel good that he quickly began running low on urine. His own little deluge's power began gradually tapering off, falling further and further down the trunk until it began directly joining its brethren in the puddle at his feet. The splashing became quieter and quieter until, finally, Ignace's pee stream ended. Panting as he opened his eyes, he gave one final push, squeezing out a sizable spurt remaining inside him, and gave his member one final shake to loosen any stubborn drops. As soon as they had stopped falling, his bathroom break finally reached its conclusion.
Several seconds passed, as the butler worked feverishly to regain his thoughts and his bearings. It wasn't easy with his mind flushed of its worries and his bladder flushed of its urine, but he did come around soon enough. His head still pointed straight down, the first thing he noticed was just how truly massive the puddle he left was. I...I did that? It wasn't much of a surprise, given how close he was to exploding and how much of a shining stain he left on the tree before him, but it was still far, far more than his usual fare.
The next revelation came when he began hastily shoving his penis back into his pants, and the skin suddenly became a lot wetter with a chill than ran up his spine, that made his eyes widen and his ears flare up. It wasn't easy to see through the small zipper hole of his pants, but enough light passed through to illuminate the cause: his boxers were already a dark blue color, but they were dyed a deep shade darker and sticking to his crotch thanks to the amount of urine saturated into them. ...perhaps it would have been prudent to speak up much earlier. I shouldn't make that mistake again. Wincing, he settled his privates into their proper place and zipped his pants back up, shivering at the cold feeling surrounding his genitals. Only then did he realize that there was indeed a small, visible yellow stain on the spot. Will anyone see that? Is it noticeable? He couldn't deny that there was a very real possibility that, despite his best efforts and Vivian's quick thinking, everyone would know he nearly peed himself anyway. Yet another punishment for my obstinance.
Lady Vivian! I need to thank Lady Vivian! Shooting straight back into proper posture and patting his legs down, he turned tail and began running to his master, grimacing with the gross feeling of underwear peeling off his skin and sticking again with every step. "Madam, I've finished...what I needed to."
Her ears perked up at the sound of her butler's voice, and she pivoted on her heel to face him. "Oh, Ignace. Are you feeling well now?"
"Y-yes, that was becoming quite the necessary stop. I should thank you for going out of your way just to help me."
"Of course, why wouldn't I? It's nice to do something for you for a change..." Vivian's sentence trailed off, and a questioning expression spread across her face as she suddenly stared straight into Ignace's eyes. Before he could ask what she was looking at, she took a large step towards him, crossing into his personal space and nearly pressing against his chest. All of a sudden, even when he had the chance to ask, he couldn't say anything. Finally, after the awkwardness made the second feel like an hour, she reached up and brushed the back of her hand across his forehead and the bangs that covered them. "There. You had some dirt on your forehead." She took a step back and held her hand up, revealing that there was indeed now speckles of dirt on her white glove.
Ignace brought a hand to his face and began wiping it away himself. "Oh...thank you for noticing."
"Of course. Your face looks a lot better when it's clean." Ignace preferred to stay collected and composed at all times, but Vivian had a way of sneaking past all that and making people feel...comfortable.
Still, it wasn't proper to act so relaxed, and Ignace shook some sense back into himself. "R-regardless, I feel I should apologize, for not having faith in you."
The questioning expression quickly returned to Vivian. "Not having faith? What do you mean by that?"
"Well...at one point, while I was...preoccupied, I suddenly became worried that you might sneak a look at me, and I needed to confirm for myself instead of having faith in your integrity."
"Oh, that's all? I think that's a perfectly reasonable fear. Actually, to tell the truth, I was a little curious, but I know you deserved privacy."
"M-madam!" They weren't "perverse" thoughts from the way she described them, but regardless, the mere notion of the noble Vivian Vin Esmerode admitting a desire to witness her attendant's private act was...eccentric, to put it as mildly as possible. "L-let's just return to our group before they become worried and come looking for us."
"That sounds like a good idea. I should pick a few flowers first, however, to complete the lie." She giggled as she squatted down and began plucking some of the pink flowers from the ground beneath her. "There! They do look quite fetching, don't they?"
"Well...this is hardly my strong suit, but I suppose they would brighten your room in a vase. If we ever return to Daemonia, that is."
"Then I'll just put one in my hair. You know, like the white rose Azura has." Affixing one between her brunette locks, Vivian poked at it to ensure it would stay in place, and smiled. "There! Now no one will know why we really separated from the group."
Difficult to believe considering he was feeling it every second, but only then was Ignace reminded of his last concern. "I'm not so sure, madam. There's...a wet patch that made it onto my pants, so the truth may come to light regardless."
"Hm? Is there?" Vivian's gaze tilted down, looking intently at Ignace's crotch, who instinctively moved both hands over the spot to cover it. "I suppose there is a little spot, but I didn't notice it until you pointed it out. You'll be fine, I'm sure! I'll see if I can hurry everyone along, to be safe. If my experience is anything to go by, you really need to wash your undergarments now, don't you?"
"I-I don't want to cause any fuss, madam, but that would go appreciated."
"It's no trouble! You need someone to look after you every once in a while too." With a bright smile, Vivian was all too happy to start patting Ignace on the head.
Problem was, that rhythmic drumming on his skull awakened a deep pain. "Ah!"
Vivian retracted her hand immediately. "What is it, Ignace?"
"Oh, it's nothing, madam. Just...I think I forgot the aches I'm still carrying from last night amidst the chaos."
Vivian put her chin in her hand as she contemplated, and soon snapped her fingers as she arrived at an answer. Saying nothing, she snaked between her butler's arm and torso, lifting the arm over her shoulder as she stood up and supported his weight. "I'll help you. And don't argue, because I'm not taking 'no' for an answer!"
No, there's no reason you should be the one assisting me! I can't allow you to do this! This is my duty, and I should be the one seeing it through! I...I... "I appreciate it, madam."
"It's no trouble, I promise." The two began hobbling back to the path they splintered from, adjusted to meet their comrades along the way. Ignace had no trouble walking, but he was grateful to have Vivian sharing her stability, giving him the chance to nurse his hangover. There was zero doubt that the rest of today, with a splitting headache and wet underwear, would not be pleasant, but with Lady Vivian at his side, he couldn't bring himself to dread it. He would gladly put himself through worse for her sake. And not just for Vivian, but for all the humans he had met. That was his duty as a servant, and he would continue to uphold it, without hesitation. |
These are characters that I’m going to write into many different settings that will change often, but there will be a set storyline that goes through these settings. For example, one story might take place in a high school while another story might take place in a space station, but the characters will stay the same and the plot line will continue through these changes as if in separate universes. The POV will also change depending on the story.
There are four current characters that will appear in these stories; Tia, Ayana, Isabelle, and Jacob. More characters may be added at a later date. I’m going to have a short intro to the setting at the beginning of every story.
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Chapter One
This story takes place in the prehistory of a fictional world. It features Tia and Ayana.
Tia relieved herself into the soil by the girl’s side of the river. This was where ever woman in the tribe went to empty their bladders. On the other side of the tribe was the men’s side of the river. The two sides eventually converged and the waste flowed downstream, out of sight. When she was finished, she got back to her feet and started on her way to her needlework lesson. As she walked, though, she heard a familiar voice call her name. She spun around and saw her friend Bidzil heading toward her. She beamed with delight.
”Shouldn’t you be hunting?” She asked.
”Not today.” He lifted up his buckskin top and revealed a recent but minor wound to his side. “I was clumsy yesterday, so I got the day free today. What about you?”
”I have needlework,” she said, disappointed.
”Skip it,” he told her, “come spend the day with me.”
She hesitated in her answer, but seeing the hopeful look on Bidzil’s face made her agree. This wasn’t the first time she’s skipped her lesson. The first time, she’d been given a switch, but she hadn’t seen Bidzil in a long time. Tia was not skilled at needlework in the slightest, and rather needed the lessons, but she had fun with Bidzil. They fell asleep in a field together.
She woke up late the next morning. As the morning sun began glaring her in the face, she leapt up, startled.
”What time is it?” She asked.
”Uh— oh, shit, I should be hunting! I need to get to my father!”
Bidzil and Tia ran in separate directions, hoping to avoid the scorn of their parents. She didn’t realize she hadn’t taken her morning pee until she felt it sloshing around inside her. She hadn’t gone for a large portion of yesterday, either. She figured she’d just take a break early in the lesson.
Luckily, her sisters had only been working for around ten minutes. Her mother flared at her when she entered.
”Where were you yesterday?” She said in cold seriousness. Her sisters smirked.
”I-I was with Bidzil. I thought I could take the day off, I just-“
”You won’t be doing that again. I thought we’d handled this.”
Tia hung her head. “I’m sorry, mother.”
”Sit down and begin working. Keep an eye on your stitches, I can already see them starting to wander.”
Everyone else’s dress was a lot farther along than hers, so she’d need to work extra hard.
She felt an annoying throb in her abdomen, but she brushed it off for the moment. She didn’t want to ask right away and seem suspicious. She waited until she couldn’t sit still.
”Mother, may I take a break for a moment?”
”I’m not letting you out of my sight until the lesson is finished,” she replied coldly.
”But- but I really have to relieve myself!”
Her sisters giggled. “Once you’ve finished your dress, you may go.”
She bit her lip and tried to sit still to no avail. There was never a moment where she wasn’t squirming and fidgeting. An entire night’s worth of urine was pulsing in her tummy. As time dragged on, the urgency of her need only escalated. It was nearly impossible to focus on her dress.
Her older sister got up and brought her dress to their mother. “I’m finished,” she declared, beaming with pride.
”It’s beautiful, sweetheart. You may go.” She trotted out happily, giving Tia a smug look on the way out. She was only halfway done!
”Mother, may I please have a break?” She pleaded, wiggling her butt. She only got a stern look in reply. The poor, desperate girl changed her sitting position so that she was digging her heel hard into her crotch, trying to feel some sort of relief. It was beginning to feel painful. Even more time passed and Tia was on the brink of tears. Another one of her sisters got up, presented her finished dress, and was given permission to leave. That left only one sister, Bena, the one who giggled the least. Tia was a bit more open about her desperation in front of her, but she still tried to control herself. All of the pent-up liquid inside her that stretched her bladder taut was beginning to force it’s way out through dribbles and leaks. Her productivity had slowed to a crawl, as did time, it seemed. Liters of urine bulged out of her belly and was constantly and torturously squished by her clothing. A spurt of pee short out of her. She immediately cut it off and winced, holding herself tightly. She looked up to see Bena giving her a sympathetic look, before getting up and presenting her dress to their mother. Once it was just her and her mother, she asked again.
”Mother, please, I’ve never needed to relieve myself this badly!”
”If you’d have just taken your lesson yesterday, you’d be finished by now. You could have played with that boy afterward. How close are you?”
”N-Nearly there,” Tia rocked back and forth with both hands buried in her crotch, waiting for her urethra to stop stinging. Her enormous need to pass water boiled inside her with a vengeance. Every drop she kept inside her body was punishing her for doing so.
”Think of this as your punishment instead of the switch,” her mother said. Tia honestly wasn’t sure if she’d rather have to switch. She was sweating, and nearly crying. Drops of pee travelled down her thighs and heel, which continued to dig into her crotch. She was now in constant agony. After she managed the last few stitches, she threw her needles down with shaky hands. She held up her dress, still sitting with one hand pushed into her lap.
”I’m finished, may I please be excused?” She said, holding back tears.
“That’s the shabbiest work you’ve ever done, Tia,” she said. For a moment, Tia thought her mother was going to make her redo it, but after a brief pause she simply said “you may go.”
Tia breathed a sigh of immense relief. A momentary lapse in control caused a tear to roll down her cheek and some pee to spurt out of her. She tried to force herself to her feet, but she immediately started leaking. She dropped back to her knees and squeezed her girlhood with all her might.
”I can’t— I can’t stand up!” She cried.
There was a pause. “Just run, Tia. Just get to the river.”
She did as she was told. There was a small but continuous stream leaking out of her as she ran. She felt the gallons of hot piss sloshing around in her overfilled bladder, which bulged out of her like a bowling ball. Every step was like daggers in her tortured belly. Tears streamed down her face as she ran. The only thing she could think about was emptying the bloated, bursting organ inside her. She turned heads as she ran, but she didn’t care.
When Tia got to the river, she didn’t even squat down. She simply yanked her dress up and burst out an explosion of hot, steaming piss. It hissed out of her like a firehose, her stream going a great distance in front of her and pattering loudly into the water. Her bulge was shrinking by the second under her hands, which pressed firmly down on it. She couldn’t help but moan as her head fell back and she closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Tia had never felt such bliss spreading throughout here bladder and her pussy. She’d been urinating for a little over a minute before she opened her eyes and saw a girl standing there, watching with wide eyes. Tia gasped and stemmed the stream, both hands going straight to her girlhood. She winced and doubled over, still holding back a huge amount of liquid. Her urethra stung badly.
”No no no!” The mysterious girl said, “dear god, don’t stop! You’re gonna hurt yourself!”
”Why are you watching me like that?”
”I- I just-“ she sighed. “I’ve never seen anyone pee that much. You must have really had to go.”
”I still really have to go,” she replied, turning red in the cheeks.
”Well, keep going. I basically already saw everything.”
Tia stepped in place, tightening her fists at her side. “I don’t want you to stare at me like that.” Her muscles were tired of holding. Even though she didn’t have as much urine in her, it was just as hard to keep the remaining liquid inside.
“Why were you holding on for so long?”
“Why are you so interested?” Tia asked with her hands between her legs. The girl shrugged and laughed.
”Holding your pee is fun.”
”Not really,” she replied incredulously.
”No, seriously. Think about how good it felt to release all that, and how good it’s going to feel when you empty yourself completely.” She put her hand on Tia’s bladder, causing Tia to retract a bit. “There’s still a lot,” she muttered, applying some pressure. Tia winced and pushed her hand away, but the girl was beginning to make sense to her. She wanted nothing more than to release everything. “Just go,” the girl told her.
Hesitantly, she hiked her dress up and squatted down.
”Wait,” the girl said, but Tia had already started going. A powerful stream hissed into the soil and died out after about forty seconds. She sighed and rubbed her belly, which was back to its flat and squishy state now that it was empty. The girl giggled. “I was gonna tell you to stand up like before, but that’s fine.” With that, the girl hiked up her skirt and squatted down in the same fashion as Tia did. Urine burst out of her, pattering loudly and puddling at her feet. It was only then Tia had realized that the girl had been uncomfortably doubled over the whole time they were talking, hiding her own desperation. Her stream took almost two minutes to finish.
”It wasn’t as long as yours, but I tried,” she giggled and stood back up.
”Do you do this often?” Tia asked.
”All the time. It feels better as you do it more often.”
Tia scratched her head. “What’s your name?”
”Ayana. Yours?”
”Tia.”
”I’ve seen you around sometimes. Listen, if you get what I’m saying, we should talk more, alright?” With that, Ayana sauntered off, leaving Tia with the most bizarre encounter she’d ever had.
To be continued...
Edited April 23, 2019 by Quackduck
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A Vocaloid fanfic featuring Hatsune Miku and Fujita Mikuo
Mikuo was driving his date Miku home from the Cherry Blossom Festival when the unpredictable spring weather struck. Rain suddenly poured down, without letting any drizzle or grey clouds warn the people beforehand.
The visibility was so poor that Mikuo was afraid of crashing the car. They were at the outskirts of town at the time, and he found an empty lot to pull into to wait out the storm.
The landscape had transformed in mere moments. The sky was almost white. The trees were flailing. Rain poured off the roofs of buildings in sheets. Lakes formed on the cement. Rivers ran across the grass. A sound like a shower turned to full blast competed with the noise of raindrops incessantly pounding the car, and the low howl of the wind could be heard in the background.
The situation was very bad for Mikuo. He was already nervous just because he was on a real date with a real live girl, which hadn’t happened many times in his life. He had a touch of claustrophobia, and being confined to a small vehicle assailed by an unremitting torrent made him uneasy. He also had another, more serious cause for alarm, and it was nothing he could admit to his date.
He’d needed to go to the bathroom for some time. The need had been uncomfortable, but manageable. He figured he'd drop off his date and head home to his toilet and there'd be no problem. Now it felt like an emergency. The sights and sounds of the downpour seemed to send his system into overdrive, greatly increasing the pain in his bladder and the urgency in his mind. He didn't know how long they'd be stranded here. His holding might fail before he made it to a bathroom. That would cause severe damage to his self esteem, to his nascent romance with Miku, and to the driver's seat's upholstery.
He locked eyes with the girl sitting calmly in the passenger’s seat. She was dressed in a lovely pastel ensemble that perfectly complemented her teal hair. Somehow she looked even more gorgeous in the strange light of the storm. Her lively blue-green eyes seemed to glow and twinkle in the dim, ever-shifting illumination. He couldn't look into the face of someone so perfect and say, “I’m about to pee my pants.”
Instead he said the first thing that came to mind that wasn’t about romance or urination. “If you don’t like the weather around here, just wait a little while and it’ll change,” he quipped with a chuckle. Then he wanted to bite his knuckle in remorseful embarrassment because that was such a corny thing to say.
Miku looked out through the passenger’s window and waxed poetic. “Rain never seemed so powerful before. It’s like a malevolent living force keeping us cocooned inside our safe little shell. We’re totally isolated. I always pictured a summer night and a scenic overlook for my first back seat action with a boy, but this is romantic in its own way.”
The nervous young man had been slouching in his seat, trying to make himself relax, but now he sat bolt upright. “Why do you think there’s going to be back seat action!?” he asked in annoyed disbelief.
“Because the front seats have this big inconvenient console between them,” the twin-tailed girl replied.
Mikuo was almost speechless. “What!? Why!? No!”
Miku giggled. “There’s no sense in playing innocent. I can tell when a boy’s planning to make a move.”
“How many boys have put moves on you?”
“One, if I count you and your inevitable move.”
Now Mikuo was completely speechless.
“When a boy pulls the car off the road, it’s not hard to tell what he has in mind.”
“That wasn’t my choice! It was the rain!”
“You don’t need to make up excuses.”
“I’m not!”
“Look how nervous you are. You’ve been fidgeting ever since you parked the car.”
What she said was true, but this wasn't the fidgeting of a lovestruck man too shy to steal a kiss from his inamorata. It was more like the fidgeting of a little boy too shy to ask the teacher for a restroom pass. Of course Mikuo couldn’t say this to Miku, and so he had no explanation for his agitation.
“I don’t have any ulterior motive for parking,” he insisted. “You don’t need to worry.”
“I’m not worried,” Miku said with a wink.
Mikuo decided it was pointless to argue, so he changed his approach. “Let’s just sit here and talk, okay?”
“Okay, we’ll talk,” Miku said, then added, “until you work up the courage to make your move.”
Neither teen knew what they should talk about at this juncture, and so an awkward silence followed.
Mikuo didn’t want to make eye contact with the flirtatious girl, and didn’t want to look at the water outside, so he found himself staring at the ceiling of the car.
Miku looked out the windshield. Soon she grew tired of the silence and started talking about the first thing that came to mind: rain.
“This is the roughest rainstorm I’ve ever been in. I know we get a couple of these every spring, but I’ve never seen one so intense. It’s hitting the car like bullets. Tiny, wet bullets exploding into liquid when they hit their target.”
Miku’s gift for words was now a curse upon Mikuo’s bladder. Hearing these vivid descriptions of the liquid outside made it impossible for him to ignore the liquid inside. He found himself crossing his legs. Miku noticed this immediately, and eyed him suspiciously. He quickly uncrossed them.
She resumed musing on the weather. “Look at the windows. It’s like a million little rivers and creeks and streams running and converging and diverging and cascading down the glass into the puddles.”
The boy could feel himself losing his hold. His hands moved to grab his crotch, but he stopped them before he embarrassed himself.
Miku remained oblivious to his plight. “And look at the pavement. It’s like an ocean. A rough sea gushing and sloshing in the wind, fed by millions of raindrops.”
He pressed his legs together as tightly as he could without making a scene.
“I’m sure glad we’re safe and dry in here. One minute outside and we’d be wet as mudpuppies!”
“Can you please talk about something else!?” Mikuo finally snapped.
“I’m sorry,” Miku said. Her pouty pink lips and puppy dog eyes made Mikuo want to reach over and comfort her with a hug, but those motions could wreak havoc on the delicate balance of his bladder. Instead he gave her a light pat on the shoulder.
“No, I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just feel a little scared, trapped inside this car in this awful storm.”
“There's no need to be scared,” Miku said in a soft and gentle voice. “I’m here with you.” She leaned her body against Mikuo’s, making him blush, but the trouble was just beginning.
Getting close to the boy required her to scoot across the central console and swing her legs around to the driver’s side, which was where she ran into trouble. The hem of her skirt got caught on the gearshift, and so the closer she moved to Mikuo the more leg she showed.
Neither teen noticed this at first. Her attention was focused on him, and his attention was focused on preventing an accident.
“You’re so tense,” she softly chided. “You should loosen up.”
“That’s dangerous!” he said, knowing full well that loosening up would get them both wet.
“There’s no need to inhibit yourself so much. Let it all out!”
He tensed up at those words. Letting it all out was exactly what he didn’t want to do.
“I’ll stop you gently if you start going too far,” she added.
“I keep telling you…” he began, but stopped abruptly. He noticed an excess of skin in his peripheral vision, and did a double take. Something unfortunate had happened to his date’s skirt. He could now see the entirety of her carnation pink stocking and a little bit of her powder blue panties, not to mention the naked thigh in between. The shock made his lungs suddenly take in a big gasp and his urethra suddenly let out a little spurt.
Mikuo’s reaction alerted Miku to the skirt crisis, but she was amused rather than mortified. “See?” she said with a giggle. “This is why the back seat’s better for canoodling.”
Mikuo stopped his leak and tried to stop his panic. With his eyes averted from the girl’s unmentionables, he stole a glance at his own area. His charcoal slacks had acquired a tiny wet spot, but he didn’t think his date would notice. “I’ll look away while you...arrange yourself,” he told her.
The next thing he knew, Miku’s skirt was back where it should be, but her bottom was parked where it shouldn’t be: directly on his bladder bulge.
“How’s this arrangement?” asked the girl in his lap.
In a sudden burst of strength that surprised even him, Mikuo picked Miku up, lifted her over the console, and set her down in the passenger’s seat. The endeavor was not without its consequences.
A warm rivulet started trickling down Mikuo’s right leg. When he sat back in the driver’s seat and crossed his legs, he felt a spurt on his left leg and a growing damp spot in the seat of his pants. He saw only one option.
He lunged for the door handle and launched himself outside. The door swung shut behind him, protecting the interior from the rain. He stumbled, then stood up straight with his legs apart, and let the urine flow.
Blood-hot liquid soaked his crotch, pooled in his underwear, and ran down both his legs until it mingled with the rainwater to make his soggy socks lukewarm. He moaned with pleasure as the pain in his bladder subsided. The relief was so great he barely cared that he was getting drenched.
It felt good to have his face pelted with cool water after burning up with embarrassment in the stuffy car. Of course, this was nothing compared to the feeling of release. He didn’t know if Miku could tell what he was doing. He didn’t know how he was going to explain himself. All he knew was that the misery was finally over.
After what felt like a long while, Mikuo’s bladder was completely empty. In a swift motion, he opened the car door, fell into the seat, and slammed it shut. He noticed the drops of urine he’d left inside the car, and made sure they disappeared in the rainwater he brought in.
He sat there silently for a moment, wondering if his date had noticed the clues of his accident, and afraid that anything he said could reveal his guilt.
“Feel better?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes,” the blushing boy meekly croaked.
“I can’t believe you just…” Miku began before her speech deteriorated into uncontrollable giggling.
All Mikuo could do was turn redder.
“Wait’l I tell Luka about my date,” Miku said when she finally got over the giggles. “She won’t believe I made a boy so hot he needed a cold shower.”
Edited April 23, 2019 by Jimmy Olsen
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Kate and Lizzy hadn’t had a day out since they left school, now a year behind. They had always been very close friends but fate wasn’t kind to their bonds from graduation until now. They decided to hang out at a local mall, go eat something, buy stuff, nothing special. This was something they didn’t intend on doing infrequently after all. Kate had her brown hair tied in a ponytail, simple green shirt which maybe was a bit too tight for her breasts, and blue jeans, enveloping a popping behind, with brown shoes. She had changed the open hair she used to wear in high school, she wanted a more adult look.
Lizzy looked the same as she did in high school, shoulder length fluffy brown hair, round, pouty face and big brown eyes. A shoulderless orange frilly shirt covering her small bosom, loose to where sometimes you could get a peek of her soft flat belly. She had blue shorts, a bit tight, playing with the shapes of her bubbly behind. They decided that getting some drinks to start would be nice, it would bring a nice chance to chat calmly for a bit. They went to a café nearby. Kate was brought a small coffee and Lizzy got a huge strawberry milkshake.
“Don’t you think that might be a bit too much, Lizzy?” Kate said, commenting on the absurd size of Lizzy's drink.
“Maybe that might be a bit too much”
“But I like strawberry, and besides, I’m not that small, it should be ok”.
Kate saw Lizzy happily gulp away the large milkshake while she drank her coffee.
“Maybe you should slow down?” Kate suggested, watching her friend grimace.
“I can’t help myself, it’s really tasty!” She ignored Kate’s advice and continued to slurp down the remainder of her milkshake with glee. She got a small brain freeze from trying to drink it all in one slurp, but nothing too bad.
After finishing their drinks, they walked to the store. Well, Kate walked. Lizzy’s stomach felt like it was full of lead, her feet barely taking off of the ground.
“Ugh~~”.
“I told you it was too much”, Kate retorted.
“But it was tasty. And hey, I’m feeling a bit better now, I might just have to walk it off”
Lizzy felt some weight inside her, no longer in her stomach, but lower. Drops falling to her bladder from what was a huge upside down iceberg. But she didn’t figure this out yet, she just dismissed it, it was pretty manageable after all. Kate had tried out a sleeveless blue shirt and a green skirt. Lizzy came out of the dressing room with star shaped glasses, a hat with a feather on the side, a big furcoat swallowing her hands and platform shoes
“What are you doing?” Kate asked confused
“I don’t get to do this often, I thought this would look nice” Lizzy said while being swallowed by the fashion mass.
“Certainly not street nice”
Lizzy tried to walk a bit on the store clothes, each step taking a whole second before stumbling over after three of them. After getting the heavy load of clothes back where they should be, Lizzy could feel that the weight inside her was growing slowly, but constantly. She hadn’t fully understood the magnitude of the milkshake she had drank, which was about the size of her head. Under regular circumstances she would begin a trip to the restroom, but she was outside, not in the comfort of her house’s own. She detested public restrooms with a passion. Not only was she disgusted by the idea of her butt entering in contact with a lid soiled by who knows what, but she was too shy to stand the thought of strangers listening to her answering nature’s call.
Added to that was the fact that she was with a friend. Kate was a really close friend of hers but she was averse to letting her bodily needs be known by anyone. Toilet breaks were not an option, she’d have to ignore her bladder for as long as Kate was with her. But they just arrived at the shop, and they still had stuff to do after that. Lizzy’s dread of the massive iceberg in her lower stomach melting bit by bit was growing, but there wasn’t much she could do that wouldn’t make her embarrassed.
Kate still wanted to try out some stuff. Lizzy already had her fun, she didn’t care much for trying on stuff that long, since she either got to the point or tried out something goofy. Kate on the other hand was a bit of a diva. Each dress, shirt, question of “how does this look?” pelted away at her glacier, filling her more and more. By the ninth outfit she already was grinding on a table every now and then for comfort. She wasn’t used to having this much strain on her tank, so she was trying to find ways to cope with it.
“Hey, how about we go somewhere else? Maybe get a sandwich”. Food would be a good excuse to go “wash her hands” as she wanted after all.
“I dunno, I’m still full from the coffee. How about we go to the arcade for a bit”.
Lizzy wanted to go to Kate and shake her head off. Why now? It’s already lunch time, go get some food. But she still didn’t want to make her needs known, so she agreed. Maybe after this they’d actually go somewhere where they could separate for just that tiny bit.
“How about we go to that one?” Kate said as she pointed towards a DDR machine. Lizzy almost had a heart attack on the spot.
“How about some fighting game stuff?”. Lizzy had always wiped the floor with Kate at them, they were easy enough for her to play without exerting any unnecessary focus, which she knew she would need in the coming minutes.
But Lizzy didn’t take into account that Kate had always liked fighting games even if she sucked at them. Game after game, the mad woman feeding the machine quarters, Lizzy getting weaker and weaker at the legs as time went on. By the end of the twentieth match, Kate got the idea and just gave up trying to defeat Lizzy who was slightly jiggling in place, foot to foot, trying to not betray her needs.
“Hey are you ok?” Lizzy was caught off guard by that question, so far having thought Kate had seen through her.
“Y-yeah, why do you ask?” Lizzy stumbled a bit in saying.
“You look a bit more fidgety than usual” Kate said with a questioning glare.
“Oh no, it’s nothing, just me being in game mode. Hey, let’s go get those sandwiches now then” Lizzy tried to not only deviate the subject but still tried to get that opportunity.
“Actually, coffee’s getting to me, I have to take a leak”
What.
This would’ve been a perfect chance for Lizzy to relieve herself if it weren’t for the fact Kate would also be in a toilet nearby. Hearing her. And there was no way she could go quietly, she could feel the huge amount of liquids sloshing inside her. If the gates were to be opened, it would be a gusher, and a loud one. She walked with Kate to the restrooms, Lizzy stayed outside the stalls while Kate entered. This was beginning to feel like torture for Lizzy. Not only could she not release her waters, but she’d hear Kate releasing hers. The mere thought of her figure in the toilet stance was a hit to Lizzy’s endurance.
Kate had delayed her needs for already quite a bit, the game session was long after all and the coffee’s effect was strong, so she was happy to see the porcelain in front of her. She got her purse onto the floor, and lowered her pants. exposing her orange and white striped panties. She then pulled her panties down as well and went into the outdoor pissing toilet high squat, as she didn’t want to get her butt and nethers dirty with whatever gunk that lid might’ve touched.
The faucet was on, piss merrily falling from her raised slit into the waters below. “Mmm~”. Kate was happy to finally release that coffee she drank that morning, basking on her now empty bladder. And Lizzy had to hear all of this. She was beginning to sweat cold, legs shaking even more. The sounds of relief, relief she was forbidden to partake in by her shame, tormenting her poor piddle tank. Kate then got out of the toilet.
“Ahh, that was nice~. Hmm? Hey Lizzy, you sure you don’t want to take a leak?”
Lizzy flinched at the mention of the word, as if being punched in the gut. “N-no, I’m fine. Definitely”.
Kate’s phone then began to ring, she answered it, Lizzy puzzled by the incomprehensible mumbling coming from the speaker. “Mhmm, yeah gotcha, well, bye”. Kate hung up. “Goddamnit”.
“What, what happened” Lizzy asked, concern overwriting her other worries.
“Nothing much, it’s just that grandma came home. She’s really old, so I gotta help around the house” Lizzy got visibly sad her time with Kate had to be cut short, but on the other hand, her body was not in a state where she could use that extra time properly.
“Hey, let’s walk home, that’ll be fun!” Kate said cheering Lizzy. Back in high school they had many fun conversations walking back home. And besides, that meant that as soon as Kate entered her home, she could quickly get to her home toilet and let her oceans finally run free. But she didn’t take into account the walking.
From the arcade to the halls to the outside, just getting out of that mall was a task all in itself, Lizzy summoning all her strength to not grab herself as she so desperately wanted. Anything to help her cope with her swollen tank, her pained, pained tank, tortured by each step, making waves on her inner lakes. It was becoming unbearable, the need was tremendous, to the point where her body was forcing her to clutch herself to keep it together.
“Hey, you’re looking weird right now, are you ok?” Kate was beginning to feel concern, Lizzy was sweating rivers, reddened face, trembling, barely able to walk, and now hands gripping on her crotch.
“Yes I’m ok, I really am ok” Lizzy was absolutely unable to lie right now, her body betraying her, screaming what she was too ashamed to say.
“...You don’t have to pee, don’t you?” Kate said, trying to connect the dots.
Lizzy jolted when hearing the question, which led to a chain reaction. A pang. A strong pang. Lizzy contorted herself to try to contain the raging flood knocking on her weakened dam. Kate was staring at Lizzy concerned. The cover was up, and there was nothing that could be done to dissimulate it. That definitely was the posture of someone bursting for a piss.
“Oh Kate, I’m gonna explode, I really need to go~” Lizzy stated in a moany fashion, finally being able to verbally convey her agony.
“What, why didn’t you go at the mall? Or when I was at the toilet?” Kate asked confused
“I, well, didn’t want to, you know, you being there, I sorta, well~…” Lizzy answered trying to explain herself, ashamed of her shame, face red and eyes wide opened. Eyes that Kate could do nothing about.
Ever since they met, Lizzy had been a master of puppy eyes, worst part being, she didn’t even make them on purpose, they just were, she could grab anyone’s heartstrings with just her sight. And Kate wasn’t an exception. If anything, she was very vulnerable to them, her heart melting each time.
She then got close to her. “Hey, it’s ok, I got you, let’s just get you home and-”. Lizzy interrupted Kate’s sentence with a brisk movement, curling herself inwards
“Ah, ahhnn~”
Lizzy had to tense her muscles to delay nature’s brutal call.
“Kate...I’m not gonna make it home…So full...It hurts…” She said with misty eyes. “Alright, well, um…” Kate was looking on all directions. “Brace yourself” She then grabbed Lizzy’s arm and shoved her into an alley. “That’s the best I can do, suit yourself”. Kate said, proud in her achievement, feeling like a lifesaver rescuing a baby drowning in the open sea.
“Kate…”
Lizzy then turned back, shocked by the sight of a still Lizzy.
“I can’t pull them down...”
“What do you mean? Just do it, it’s not like you were born with them” Kate retorted.
“If I bend, it’s all gonna come out” Lizzy said, in calm panic, as if bracing herself for a cruel, wet fate.
“Don’t think nothing of this”. Kate then crouched to Lizzy’s crotch, hands undoing her button and zipper, Lizzy blushed on top of her already red face at this act.
“Wha-what are you doing!?”
“It’s either this or pissing yourself”. Kate had to get Lizzy on board on the idea, this was her only salvation after all.
“F-Fine, just d-don’t look too much…”
Kate lowered her friend's shorts to get her ready. If Lizzy's brown puppy eyes, short fluffy black hair and lithe physique, covered in a shoulderless shirt and now lowered jean shorts hadn't been adorable enough, then now Kate got a faceful of it. A glance at a pair of cotton white panties with star patterns, red, blue and purple, with clearly defined openings for her glistening soft legs. Through the cloth she could see Lizzy's twat twitching vigorously, the last stronghold to contain the furious escape from that prison of a bladder. She blushed. She wanted to hug her friend and pat Lizzy while she sat on her lap. Then Kate felt a tremble and her moans from above her head. "Ahh, Kate, please, I~~AH!"
Lizzy's head bolted to the sky, she started shaking, fists and teeth clenched, her thighs vibrating in place and a growing dark spot appearing on her crotch.
"KATE HURRY I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE PLEASE TAKE THEM OFF I NEED TO PEE!!!"
Kate was brought back from her dazed state by a beet red glance from a very concerned Lizzy, a stare full of panic and embarrassment, modesty completely shoved to the side. Was it embarrassment from being seen in a pair of panties that didn't do her desire to look somewhat mature any favors? The constant leaking going on in her nethers? Or the fact that she was about to do something so unimaginably vulgar in front of her friend? Maybe it was all of them.
But Kate couldn't be overwhelmed by Lizzy's glance, hypnotizing, making all the fibers on Kate's body to want to cuddle her and tell her everything will be ok. She had to actually do something for poor Lizzy. So she lowered her moist panties quickly, face to face with Lizzy's trembling, tiny, tucked flower, a small, orderly brown bush on top. Lizzy's legs then collapsed but managed to recompose themselves shortly before a fall, taking the shape of a squat. Lizzy was scared of her situation, usually so shy, now feet away from the streets, panties and nethers fully visible to whomever might come across. But Kate was in the alley. She was ever vigilant. She was safe. She was...finally...safe…
She started gushing furiously onto the floor below her, pushing to get it all out as quickly as possible. Her bladder was so pained, she was so tired, she just wanted to let it all out as fast as she could, the powerful feeling of relief leading the waves out stronger and stronger. "Aaaaaaaaaah~" Lizzy couldn't help but moan. She only had the slightest control over her legs, feeble, shaking, pillars. Every other inch of her body belonged to something else now. The pushing now felt as if it was on autopilot, and the other muscles were completely limp, their weight having to pile on her legs. Her eyes and mouth wide open with panic, a big, dumb smile, and then eyes closed and lips forming the letter o.
Kate stared at every single second of it. She knew Lizzy wouldn't be too fond of that. But the ecstatic cherub next to her was magnetic, her twists and turns, eyes wide open and forcefully shot, her oohs and aaahs. Kate couldn't look anywhere else even if she wanted to, Lizzy's desires be damned. The stream finally came to a close, Kate being slightly saddened but briefly cheered up by what were the softest buns she had ever seen. She knew people sometimes referred to butts as pillow like but now she certainly saw that as a possibility. Lizzy went a bit deeper into the alley, tripping a bit on the way, to adjust her slightly wet panties, letting them envelop her bum. She lifted her shorts and buckled them. She stared at Kate's opposite direction for a bit then she reluctantly turned to her. She couldn't stare at that wall forever, despite her desire for it.
She turned back to Kate, choking back, looking at her. “I’m sorry, don’t think bad of me for this, I don’t want to stop hanging out with you...” Kate then tightly hugged her. “Hey I wouldn’t ditch you for something so dumb, this stuff happens” Lizzy answered with a tighter hug, impossibly strong for such a small girl.
“Ugh~~Hey, how about we do this tomorrow same time?~~”.
“T-this!?”
“I mean hang out.”
“Oh. Great!”
Both girls smiled and resumed their merry walk, leaving Lizzy’s golden lake behind, to hopefully evaporate soon.
Edited April 24, 2019 by Biku
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A Gift Raining Down from Above
Valkyria Chronicles 4 fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Sake, Phoenix, and the NoMaKo developer for editing
(Warning: Contains underaged wetting desperation. Reader discretion advised)
Blue and white as far as the eye could see. That’s what it was like to stare out the window of a military cruiser cutting through the ice. It was an instantly boring view for most, but not for her. It may have been because she didn’t know of any other views, but the sun reflecting off all the ice, water, and snow made for a dazzling display.
But she knew this snow was also full of sadness. So many people having to work and struggle in the cold, fighting in a big war, not knowing if they would live to see tomorrow... Then there was that strange lady she met only a couple days ago. They only spoke for a few minutes, but even now, all she could think of was how sad that woman looked, and what she probably had to do.
“How are the bedsheets coming along?”
“Huh?” The adult’s voice brought little Angie out of her recent train of thought. She looked down at the sheet in her hand, then at the pile still needing to be folded.
“Oh, s-sorry!” she continued, looking up at the grown-up. “I'll try folding them faster, I promise!”
“It’s okay, Angie,” said the smiling lady. “You’ve already been a big help for us today. We’d still have so much laundry to fold without you.”
She gestured to the stacks of neatly folded bedsheets, a few of which were made courtesy of Angie herself. Now that she looked at it, she had been working quite a while today. Not just folding clothes, but peeling potatoes in the kitchen, too. It was a busy day, but she was more than happy to help out for the ship that took her in when she didn’t remember a thing.
Perhaps a little too busy.
“Mmm,” Angie lightly groaned as she finally noticed a growing pressure between her legs. She had been so caught up in the work that she completely forgot to visit the little girl’s room at some point. As special as she was, Angie was still just a kid with a bladder size to match, and it was already quite full.
“Is something wrong, Angie?” the lady asked.
If this were any other time, Angie would ask a grown-up to escort her to the bathroom, for she was not allowed to wander the ship on her own. However, she couldn't do it this time, not after seeing the sad faces of her friends when they came back on the ship. She didn't know what happened, but she knew they were trying their hardest, even in such a scary, dangerous place. The least she could do for everyone was try her best, too.
“No, I'm okay,” she replied, giving an angelic smile. “I’ll get as much done as I can for everyone.”
“Well, aren't you the hard worker!” the lady said with a giggle. “Let us know if you need anything else, okay?”
Once the lady had turned around and left, Angie sighed and put her legs together under her long dress, one bare foot on top of the other. It was the best she could do to suppress her need to tinkle while her hands stayed busy, at least physically.
As she worked, she tried to think of her friends to keep herself distracted. Most of her thoughts were about Riley, the girl who had been one of the nicest to her. She had to wonder just what she was up to now. Whatever it was, Angie was sure she was giving it her all as well.
“Nngh, why do the toilets have to be so far from the engine room?”
As Squad E’s cheeriest and most confident grenadier, a frown always looked out of place on Riley Miller. Normally, this meant something serious was happening, like the apprehension of a looming battle or concern for her wounded allies.
Right now, her frown was for something a good deal simpler. With the Centurion's main engine down, she had to spend much of her time working on the backup engine. This meant she needed to keep drinking water to keep herself from becoming exhausted in the stuffy conditions, and enough of that water had made it through her entire system, and now rested inside her bladder, eagerly awaiting its release.
At least it wouldn't be a problem for much longer. Now that she had some downtime, her first destination was the ladies’ locker room, the only non-private bathrooms on this side of the ship. A quick tinkle there, and she'd be back to her chipper self again.
Reaching the door, Riley eagerly pulled it open and stepped inside. A set of lockers and benches greeted her, with one passage leading into the showers, and the other leading to the toilets, or “head” as the navy forces called them.
The latter was her goal, and she could feel her smile return as she rounded the corner. However, it instantly dropped again at the sight of a long line of women in front of the stalls.
“W-What’s going on here?” she thought aloud.
The girl in front of her turned around, revealing herself as fellow grenadier Aoife. “Oh, Riley! I guess you’re just as surprised as the rest of us,” she said in her soft voice.
“You could say that again. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the lines this long before.” Riley leaned over to look at the others ahead of her, many of them showing their need to answer nature’s call in their own ways. The small Eileen kept glancing over to the stalls with her hands near her groin, while the strict and uptight Minerva crossed her arms, tapped her foot, and looked particularly irritable. The only one who didn’t show any obvious signs was Ferrier - though with her face behind a mask, she may have been hiding a worried expression.
Aoife nodded. “Mmm, we were running drills outside, and that cold wind just makes it go right through you. That, and some of the stalls are broken.” She looked past Riley towards the showers. “I remember Vancey stepping out of line and heading back there. She never got back in line, though. I wonder if she left to try the other locker room?”
“A-heh, something tells me that’s not what she did.” Riley scratched her reddened cheek. A brief image of the perennially-inebriated Vancey squatting and messily spraying the shower floor flashed in her mind. She quickly shook it out of her head and sighed. “Well, guess I’m in for a little bit of a wait.”
“Will you be okay?” asked Aoife. “You can go in front of me if you’d like. It’s… not that bad for me… I think?” Her voice trailed off towards the end, and her hips wiggled a little.
Riley put on a big smile. “Sure, I'll be fine! I'm a Ranger, after all. What's a long line to a member of Squad E?”
“Hey, that's the spirit,” said Aoife. “For times like these, sometimes a good attitude is all you need.”
That's great, because that's all I have right now, Riley thought. She might have been all smiles on the outside, but inside, she couldn't help but be a little concerned. Already, the line looked a little longer than the first time she saw it. She really wasn’t going to have to wait for so many other girls to do their business first, was she?
Riley shook her head. What was she thinking? She had been through so much worse than this. All she had to do was stay confident in herself, to “Keep calm and move onwards” as the Federation liked to say. No way was she going to let a need to wee get the better of Riley Miller!
Ooh, I really gotta go!
Angie’s feet pattered against the metal floor as she walked through another corridor. She was thankful for the large pile of pillowcases in her arms, for she could hide her worried frown behind them.
As it turned out, her willpower could only carry her so far. The passing time had only made her urge stronger and resolve weaker. Now, her bladder positively hurt with all the pent-up pee, practically begging her to run for the bathroom and let it all out.
But she couldn’t do that even now, not in front of the soldiers pushing laundry baskets with her. She wouldn't let herself be a burden, no matter what.
“Finally, the infirmary!” declared the lead trooper. “I was starting to worry we took a wrong turn somewhere.”
“I'm pretty sure we did, and ended up taking the long route,” said another.
“Then maybe you should've said something three turns ago, smartass!” complained a third.
“You woulda just said it was the wrong way and came here anyway, dumbass!”
“Hey now, watch the language in front of the little one!” said the leader as he turned to Angie. “Sorry about that. Sometimes, the boys get a little rowdy.”
“It's okay. I w-wasn't paying attention,” she said. It was mostly true; she could barely focus on anything other than the uncomfortable weight she carried, and not the one in her arms.
The infirmary door swung open, and Nurse Karen appeared in the doorway. “About time you all showed up,” she said, “Get those bedsheets in here! Our patients could really use the clean blankets!”
Everyone complied at once, heading inside and setting the clean linens on an empty bed. As soon as the weight left her arms, Angie put her hands together just underneath her belly, for the little good it could do her.
While the soldiers got busy sorting out the laundry, Angie’s gaze drifted towards the lone bathroom in the infirmary. Its door was open far enough for her to see the toilet inside, calling to her and her overfilled bladder. Having first woken up in this room, she had gotten used to letting it go with a bunch of people outside, men and women alike. With everyone focused on something else, this was her best chance to solve her potty problem and get back to being a good helper.
Angie smiled a little as she took a step towards the toilet, already imagining the relief she would feel soon enough.
“Urp! N-Not again!”
A patient clutching his stomach and covering his mouth suddenly ran past her, darting inside the bathroom and pulling the door shut. A second later, and she could hear an awful retching noise. Whatever was wrong with him, it was clear he would not be leaving for a long time.
Her hopes crushed, Angie winced from another unpleasant pang from her groin, making her cross her legs again. She couldn’t put off her need to go any longer; how could she be of any help if she was too busy keeping herself from having an accident?
Her only hope now was to get to the locker room, where she imagined there would be plenty of toilets. The problem with that, however, was she didn’t quite know the way there from the infirmary. The ship was so confusing to walk around in, nothing but hallways, tight spaces, and stairs with little to guide one’s way. She would need to ask someone to help walk her there.
Angie opened her mouth to do just that, only to close it when she saw how busy everyone was. Doctor Sergio was helping out other sick patients, while Karen oversaw the soldiers sorting out and setting up the clean linens. She couldn’t think to interrupt them now, especially with all the other things they had to worry about.
It maybe wasn’t a good idea, but she would take her chances in finding the way herself. Making sure nobody was paying attention to her, Angie slipped outside the infirmary and set off on her own. Keeping a hand between her legs as she walked, she looked for anything to help her out. Unfortunately, it was as tough as she expected, for each hall resembled the next. The more she walked, the less confident she became. Maybe asking someone would have been a good idea after all...
“Oh, Angie?”
Angie perked up and pulled her hand off her bladder. She turned around and found Kai Schulen, Squad E’s best sniper, approaching her.
“Um, y-yes, Miss Kai?” she spoke.
“Why are you out here by yourself? You know you’re not supposed to walk around the ship alone, right?”
“Uh, well, I…” Looking at Kai, Angie thought of asking her for help, but noticed that she looked a little tense and distracted. No doubt, she was busy with something else and just happened to bump into her. This was bad; if she didn’t come up with a good reason on the spot, Kai might have to take time away from her important thing and focus on Angie instead, the last thing she wanted.
Angie glanced away, hoping that she would see something to help her out. Unfortunately, it was a sparse hallway, with nothing except a door leading into someone’s quarters…
No wait, that was Riley’s quarters. Not only did she know where she was now, but she also had an idea to get her out of this.
“Oh!” she looked back to Kai. “Um, I was just going to visit Riley for a little while. She’s taking a break from being in the engine room all day.”
Kai did not respond at first, instead choosing to look between Angie and Riley's room. Angie felt her heart beating as much as she did the pressure in her bladder. Oh, please believe me and go away!
“Mmm, just be careful and don't go anywhere without her, alright?”
“O-Okay!”
Kai left the hallway at a brisk pace and without any other words. As soon as she rounded the corner, Angie sighed and put her hand right back to her groin. That was too close for comfort, and now she had the stress of lying on top of her potty problem. She needed to find the bathroom and get back to the infirmary right away, before things somehow got worse.
Come on, just a little longer!
As girly as she could be, even Riley had to admit the ladies’ tendency to take their time in the bathroom was really inconvenient right now. The line had moved at an agonizing pace, with each lady spending more time in the stalls than the last. At least, that’s how it felt on a bladder that had gotten way fuller than she realized.
Like many of the other girls, Riley was past the point of modesty now. She bounced from one foot to the other, her right leg in front of her left, occasionally nibbling on her lower lip as he kept her eyes glued on the stall doors. She even hummed a tune in her mind to keep herself distracted from the noises of relief and water on porcelain just a few feet away. If war had taught her one thing, it’s that she had to use every tool at her disposal to ensure victory.
And it looked like victory was drawing near. Only herself and Aoife were left in line, and both working toilets soon flushed not much later. Never had a noise sounded so heavenly and so torturous to her at the same time. Both doors opened, and out stepped the shy flower-girl Neige and the small blonde Nico. Neige looked around with a red face before promptly walking away, and Nico patted herself down as she made for the sink with a small wet spot on her pants. This just left two open stalls beckoning the girls like the pearly gates to Heaven.
“Oh, thank goodness!” declared Aoife, who had been in a pee dance of her own. She waddled inside the stall without delay, having a blushing smile as she closed the stall door.
“Mmm, I’m with you there!” Riley stepped forward, reaching out to her door and preparing herself for a pleasant minute or so, if a bit of a gross one.
“R-Riley?”
Are you kidding me? Riley stopped right as her hand squeezed the door handle. So close, and yet so far. Whatever this distraction was, it had better be a good one. Unfortunately, it was Kai’s voice calling her, so it probably was.
She turned to Kai with the best smile she could fake and did her best to not listen to Aoife’s relief mere feet away. “Oh, Kai! Did you need something?”
“Um, no,” said a puzzled-looking Kai, “But I was expecting you to be in your quarters.”
Riley turned her head. “Why would you think that?”
“Because Angie said she was going to visit you. She was outside your hallway a minute ago.”
“Wait, what?” Immediately, Riley’s worry over not peeing herself was forgotten. “I didn’t tell anyone I was on break. There’s no way she could have known.”
“I knew something didn’t seem right with her.” Kai looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry, Riley. I shouldn’t have just left her there. There’s no telling what she could be getting up to.”
“Then I need to find out right now.” As much as it pained her, Riley stepped away from the open stall. “Can you help me track her down?”
“Er, I would, but…” Kai’s face tensed up in pain. “I put this off this too long, and I can't wait anymore!”
“Huh?” That's when Riley finally noticed that Kai had one leg over the other, and her hands balled into the tightest fists possible. It was an uncharacteristic look for her, to say the least. Jeez, what's with everyone today? I've heard of ladies’ monthly cycles syncing up, but this is ridiculous!
“Er, right!” said Riley when she realized she was staring. “Do what you gotta do. I'll go look for Angie. Hopefully, she's not too far.”
She took off at once, with Kai passing her at the same hurried pace. Kai let out a quick “I'll catch up when I can!” as she nearly waddled into the empty stall, turning around and pulling it shut.
The moment the latch was in place, Kai went to work undoing her belt and zipper, an act made more difficult by her wiggling hips and failing hold. Just as she thought she could feel it leaking through her underwear, she yanked her bottoms down and fell onto the toilet seat. This proved the last budge needed to burst the dam wide open, as a yellow jet shot out, striking the waterless bowl with a loud, hissy noise not unlike steam shooting out of a pipe in the engine room.
Victory in the nick of time; it was how Squad E had come to operate, but Kai was not expecting that to apply outside of battle as well. Nonetheless, she felt the same amount of relief as if she had just prevailed in battle. The main difference was she usually didn’t let off a long moan at the end of an operation, but she couldn’t help it. Even as she kept blasting the toilet with a powerful, unyielding stream, she could only think about how fortunate she was at this moment in time. Hopefully, Riley would be just as fortunate with tracking down Angie. Kai might’ve been pinned down in an indecent position, but her concern was always of her friends.
“Ooh, please be this way!”
Angie rounded the corner to yet another hallway that looked like the others. More nondescript doors awaited her, none of which looked like the one to the ladies’ room. She could only whine at this, much like she did at all the other places that turned up pottyless.
Time was running out for her, and fast. Her bladder grew heavier and her brisk walk slowed down with each corridor traveled. Suddenly, the possibility of her having an accident seemed very real, maybe even unavoidable.
She came to a sudden stop as another wave of pressure hit her, making her double over and squeeze her legs together under her dress. Her eyes shut tight, Angie thought that this might be it for her. Even if someone came to her rescue now, there was no way they could help her out of this.
“Angie!”
Ooh, not someone else!
“R-Riley?” Angie stood back up again and turned to face her.
“Thank goodness I found you!” said Riley as she marched up. “What are you doing here? Kai told me you were heading to visit me on my break, but I didn't tell anyone about that.”
Caught in a white lie on a full bladder, the last place she wanted to be. Angie put her fingers together, unable to look Riley in the eyes. “Um, w-well, I…”
“Angie, what's going on? It's not like you to tell a lie.” Riley kneeled down, wincing at the extra strain it put on her. “You can tell me anything, Angie. I can keep a secret like my life depended on-”
“I need to tinkle!”
Riley's face went flat as Angie suddenly turned to her and blurted that out with her eyes closed. Even Angie couldn't believe herself, but it didn't matter. She couldn't bear it anymore, not the pain in her groin or the guilt of lying to someone. She squirmed in place, pressing her hands through her dress as hard as she could.
Seeing the poor girl so distraught made Riley pause with worry, unable to respond out of shock.
“Please, Riley!” begged Angie, “I gotta go right now or I'll have an accident!”
This plea, coupled with a pang from her own bladder out of sympathy, snapped Riley out of her trance. “O-Okay, Angie, come with me!” she said as she stood back up. “I'll take you right to the bathroom. Can you make it that far?”
“Uhh, I don't know,” she mumbled.
“You’ll have to try your best.” Riley took Angie’s hand. “Come on, one foot in front of the other now.”
Angie fought through the pain and let herself be pulled along. All she could do was keep her eyes shut and free hand pressed into her groin as they made their way through the cruiser. Every step was agony on her, but she had to keep fighting. Don't let it out, she told herself. Don't let it out, don't let it out, don't let it ou-
“Ah!” She let a little out.
Angie stopped in her tracks, pulling her hand out of Riley's and shoving it between her legs. Even through her dress, she could still feel the warmth in her underwear, and she didn't dare look down to see if it fell onto the floor.
“Angie!?” Riley saw the frantic worry on her face, the most distressed she had ever seen the little girl get.
“Ooh, I can't hold it! It's gonna come out!” whined Angie. Her eyes grew moist, ready to let tears fall right alongside her pee the moment she finally lost control.
Riley's could only feel sadness and worry in her heart. They weren't even halfway to the bathroom, and that was assuming the stalls weren't occupied again. She couldn't bear the thought of Angie having an accident, but what could they do?
Out of desperation, Riley looked around for something, anything that could save them now. Sadly, the hallway was barren, except for an open door leading into…
Riley’s eyes lit up. She knew just what to do.
“Quick, in here!” She stood up and placed her hands on Angie’s back.
“H-Huh?” Angie gasped as she was nudged inside the room. Had they made it already, she wondered. No, it couldn’t be the bathroom. It was simply a cramped closet full of cleaning supplies. Just what was Riley thinking? She wasn’t about to tell her to wet herself and then help her clean up here, was she?
“Okay Angie, do you see that bucket right there?” asked Riley.
Angie looked at the metallic, silvery pail that came up to her knees. “Um, yes?”
“Do you think you can squat over it and get your dress and underwear out of the way?”
Her eyes went wide and face went red. “Eh? B-But I can’t do that!” she whined. “It’s really embarrassing!”
Riley crouched down, put her hands on Angie’s shoulders, and looked her in the eyes. “Look, I know you really would like to use the toilet, but sometimes we get put in hard places with no easy way out. In times like these, the best thing you can do you is make the most of what you have.”
Angie didn’t speak, her eyes unwavering from Riley’s as she clung onto every word.
Riley paused to sigh, realizing just what she was asking a little kid to do. “I know I can’t make you do it, and to be honest, I’d have a tough time doing it my-”
“I’ll do it.”
“Huh?” Riley looked back at her to see that Angie no longer carried the look of frantic embarrassment on her face. Now, her brow was furrowed in a nervous-but-still-determined look.
“If… If it's what I have to do, I'll do it,” she said in a more confident voice.
Riley nodded after a moment's pause. “Alright, I'll keep watch right outside, and I’ll leave the door open a little so you have light.” She stood up, powering through another painful wave from her own bladder, and stepped outside. “Good luck!” she said before pulling the door almost shut.
Angie’s brave face returned to that of worry once she was alone again. As she had quickly discovered, saying she'd be brave was a lot easier than actually being brave. But with no other options, she would just have to do it and hope for the best.
Looking straight down, Angie could almost see her reflection in the bucket’s metal. Questions and worries filled her mind again. Could she do it without making a big mess? Would she leave a stain somehow? What if Riley couldn’t stop someone from seeing her?
No more time for questions, not when it could come out any second. Steeling herself, Angie turned around so her back was to the door, feet just in front of the bucket. She grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted up until her hands could go underneath and reach her underwear. She took one last look behind her before pulling down a pair of plain white panties, the only thing amiss being the small wet spot at the crotch. As they reached her knees, Angie lowered herself down until she was just hovering above the pail, letting the back of her dress fall down around the outside. If she was caught, at least they wouldn’t see any embarrassing places.
There she was, sitting on a bucket with a bladder fit to burst. And yet, Angie couldn't feel it wanting to come out now. A small part of her refused to let her do something she had been taught was wrong.
But she had to do it. Like Riley said, this was the only way; if she couldn't do this, could she really be strong enough to help her friends?
Closing her eyes, Angie slowed down her breathing, only focusing on the air entering and leaving her. It was something she had learned somewhere, she didn't quite remember. All she knew was that if she calmed down enough, she'd be able to do anything, even…
“Ah?” She tensed up a little as she felt it: a little bit going through her and dribbling out of her body. She only faintly heard the drops landing in the bucket, but it sent tremors through her little body. It was coming, and all she had to do was let it happen.
A moment later, and that's what happened. A little trickle came out, picking up until it piddled against the inside of the bucket. It wouldn't stop this time; in fact, it only became stronger and steadier. Whether she wanted to or not, Angie was using a bucket like a children's potty.
She was embarrassed; anyone would be in her place. If someone caught her, man or woman, she would probably never leave her bed in the sickbay again. She knew Riley wouldn't let that happen to her, though; Riley was like the best big sister she never had, no way was she gonna let her down.
Like a teddy bear in her arms, this knowledge helped quell her beating heart and relax her tense muscles. Before long, Angie had closed her eyes and let out a sigh, feeling herself relaxing into her potty time. Even with the noisy pitter-patter and the sound gradually changing as it collected in the bucket, she couldn't deny the relief of letting out so much tinkle after holding it all day.
However, this contentment could not be anymore different from the agony Riley suffered just outside. As soon as Angie had stepped into the closet, her critical urge came roaring back, making her forget she was supposed to be keeping lookout. Once she could hear the little girl relieving herself just a few feet away, whatever holding strength she had suddenly disappeared. Now, she was in the middle of her biggest potty dance ever, doubling over and squeezing her hands and legs together like her life depended on it.
“Nnngh, no…” she whimpered to herself. “I… I can’t… I… gotta… eep!”
Meanwhile, Angie opened her eyes as her stream petered out, leaving only a couple loose drops to fall into the bucket. Her bladder was empty at last, but now she worried over how to clean herself up. Looking around, she quickly found a roll of toilet paper sitting by some of the cleaning supplies. She didn’t know why it was there, but was grateful nonetheless. Sadly, there didn’t seem to be any way to wash her hands. She’d have to do that the first chance she got, and be careful not to touch anything on the way.
Once she was all clean again, Angie carefully stood back up and pulled her underwear back where it belonged. It only felt a little damp now, not enough to bother her too much until she could get a new pair later. Before leaving, she took one last look inside the bucket. She only filled it up a little, but it was still weird and a bit embarrassing to see how much she had been holding back all this time. Hopefully, the janitor wouldn’t be too mad at her.
All that remained was to leave the closet and explain herself to Riley, something she was not looking forward to. With a frown, Angie pushed the door open, ready to have a talk with her.
Instead, her hands went straight to cover her wide-open mouth while she stood paralyzed at what she found. There was Riley, with her back turned to Angie, doubled over to the point that her underwear, a lacey blue and orange striped pair, could be seen. From there, a trickle of urine fell straight onto the steel floor, making a piddling noise to match her panting. Even at this angle, several trails still ran down her leggings with a few drops falling off. Already, a puddle had formed at her boots. Were it in a bucket, she would have easily dwarfed Angie's capacity by now.
Riley Miller was wetting herself; there was no denying this fact for either of them. Angie could only watch in disbelief as a grown-up had an accident just like a little kid in front of her. However, her shock was nothing compared to Riley's.
It had all happened so fast. She was fighting her hardest to hold it one moment, then before she knew it, urine was flooding her underwear and snaking into her boots. She had failed in a battle she never expected to lose. All she could think about was where she went wrong and what would happen once she finished peeing herself.
First, she would have to explain herself to the little girl she just told to go in a bucket. As the last bit of pee left her, she slowly turned around, hoping to have at least a minute to think up an explanation.
She didn't even get that.
“A-Angie!?” Their eyes met, cheeks as red as Angie's hair, each carrying a look of guilt upon them. At first, Riley wanted to hide away and cry over her first accident since she was a little girl. She knew better though, especially after all the fighting she had been through. In a harsh and dangerous time like this, she needed to be strong. Not just for herself, but for the little girl in front of her.
Riley stood up tall and modest, placing her wet hands in front of her skirt. “Um, sorry you had to see that,” she said in a slow, delicate voice.
Angie couldn't stop herself from looking at the puddle Riley and still stood in. “W-What happened?” she asked, her eyes full of confusion.
“Well, there’s not much to say,” said Riley. “I really needed to go, and I couldn’t hold it anymore.”
“But why?” Try as she might, Angie couldn't comprehend an adult having an accident.
“Even adults get themselves into a bit of trouble sometimes.” Riley scratched her cheek. “In my case, it was because I kept working even though I knew I should have taken a break… and my clothes paid the price.”
“Oh…” Angie lowered her head, but not enough to hide the guilt in her eyes.
Riley tilted her head. “How did you end up here, anyway? Were you trying to find the bathroom by yourself?”
Angie kept her head down and hands together as she spoke. “Um, I really had to go, but everyone was working so hard. I wanted to keep working hard too, and not bother anybody.”
“Oh, Angie.” Riley stepped forward and kneeled down to her level. She tried to ignore the grossness of her stockings and underwear sticking to her with a wet warmth, but it wasn’t easy. “I know times are tough, but that doesn’t mean we won’t help you out when you need it. Knowing when to help others and when to let others help you is a big part of teamwork, after all.”
“It is?”
Riley nodded and placed her hands, thankfully dry, on Angie’s shoulders. “Sure is, and I bet whoever you asked would be more than happy to help you, too. You remind us all of what we’re fighting for. That’s the best thing we could ask for out here.”
A warm, fuzzy feeling grew inside Angie’s heart. Knowing she was wanted, even after making a mistake like this… it was enough to put a smile back on her face.
“Th-Thank you, Riley,” she said in almost a whisper. “I wanna do my best for you, too. You, and everybody on the ship.”
“Aw, Angie…” Riley felt the same fuzziness growing in her chest. She wrapped her hands around Angie and pulled her into a hug, to which they both closed their eyes and smiled, happy to sit there and embrace in sisterly love.
Until Riley took a long sniff and remembered how she reeked of urine.
“Er, right.” She let go of Angie and stood back up, feeling a bit silly that she hugged a little girl in wet clothes. “I better get to work cleaning up this mess up before anyone slips on it… or sees it.”
Angie glanced to the bucket behind her. Though she had not wet herself, she still had something to feel guilty about. “Can I help you, too?” she asked.
Riley didn’t know what Angie could do, but she appreciated the company. “Sure thing. Then maybe we can go back to my room and relax a little bit. How’s that sound?”
“Okay!” said a cheery little girl.
The ladies promptly went to work cleaning up their mess, making use of the supplies in the closet. Angie was more than grateful there was a small drain inside to empty the bucket, and Riley was thankful for the towels and soap to help clean herself up a little.
As they worked, Angie thought about the things Riley told her. For some reason, the line about making the most with what she had in a bad situation stuck with her. Somehow, this embarrassing experience made her feel more willing to do anything for her friends. Maybe that’s what that purple-haired lady wanted to tell her. Whatever it was, Angie knew this was where she needed and wanted to be: helping out the members of Squad E like a gift from above.
(A/N: This isn't the first story I've written to feature a blonde girl peeing her panties after helping a redhead barely make it. That would be this Fire Emblem story here.) |
I woke up groggily next to my lover, who was still fast asleep. My curly black hair was knotted and the only article of clothing I had on was a white T-shirt. My bottom half was completely exposed under the covers. I hadn’t planned on getting fucked, so I had a embarrassingly unkept bush. I didn’t remember much from the night before on account of the amount of drinks I had. Just one of the many side effects I felt from having too much fun, along with a splitting headache and a bursting bladder.
Oh, fuck, I thought, as my immense need to urinate truly set in. It seemed like an entire gallon of hot piss was bulging out of my belly, pulsing torturously. I tried crawling out of bed as silently as I could, but I still woke him up.
“Where you goin’?” he mumbled, eyes half closed.
”Bathroom,” I replied, stepping in place as I searched for my pants.
”—Time izzit?”
”Half past nine.”
He jumped up, startled. “Don’t go out there!” He whispered.
”Why?” I asked pleadingly, desperately fidgeting and squeezing myself. The huge amount of alcohol I had drank was stretching my bladder far more than I was comfortable with.
”I told you last night you had to be out of here by seven. If my parents see you here, I’m dead.”
”Shit. I’m sorry, I don’t even remember that. I can be quiet, I just really have to piss.”
”No! You’re climbing out the window. Don’t pass my parents bedroom.”
”Nathan, it’s seriously an emergency. I can’t wait—“
”My parents can’t see you! Go!”
I pulled on my underwear and jeans, but I didn’t button them. “I can be quick, I just have to go so badly—“
”No! You can’t go anywhere in my house. My parents room is right down the hall. You have to get out now! I’ll call you.”
I knew he wouldn’t. I buttoned my jeans painfully over my bulging tummy and climbed out of the window. With both hands desperately grabbing at my crotch, I snuck out of his yard to the safety of the road. I had no idea where I was. I danced in place as I sent for an Uber, but my phone died as it was going through.
”Fuck!” I cursed. I stood there looking around and squirming for a minute before I cut my losses and went back to his window, which I quietly knocked on sheepishly. He looked at me incredulously.
”What the fuck?” He mouthed.
”Open it!” I whispered, unable to make it any less obvious that I was about to piss my pants.
He opened it. “What do you want?”
”I don’t know where I am or how to get home. My phones dead.”
He sighed. “Get in. Be absolutely silent! Ill let you charge your phone here, but you have to be ready to hide if my parents come in.”
”Thanks so much,” I said, climbing back in. I grimaced as my bladder continued to complain. “Dude, I seriously gotta piss though,” I told him as I plugged my phone in.
”I told you you can’t leave this room.”
I unbuttoned my jeans. “You don’t have, like, a cup or something in here that I can use?”
”Nasty ass.”
”I’m really not kidding,” I told him, doubling over and pushing my fingers into my privates. “You have no idea how bad I need to use the bathroom.”
”I don’t care.”
“Fucking jesus...” I choked while on the verge on tears, gripping myself with all my strength as I spurted into my underwear. My urethra stung as I cut off the short-lived stream.
“You’re really gonna piss yourself if you don’t go soon?” He asked. I nodded.
Nathan sighed and got up. “I’ll get you a cup, but you’re taking it with you, alright?”
“Thank you so much,” I said, still doubled over. He left, leaving me alone in his room cradling my burning bladder. I felt like I could explode at any moment. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway, but I knew it was too early to be Nathan. I scrambled under the bed and held my breath, cringing as my bloated belly was squished against the hardwood floor. The person opened the door, but didn’t come in.
“What are you doing, Dad?” I heard Nathan say.
“I could have sworn I heard a woman’s voice,” was the reply.
“I was watching something on my phone.”
I rolled onto my side so my piss bulge wouldn’t be crushed any longer. It continued agonizingly throb. I started leaking again, and my hands shot in between my legs to stem the flow. My bladder was screaming. I heard the footsteps recede back down the hallway, then his bedroom door close.
“Where are you?” he whispered. I climbed out from under the bed, doubled over and nearly crying. One hand was squeezing my crotch while one hand was reaching with shaky hands for the small styrofoam 7/11 cup he’d retrieved for me. “You have to be silent when you do this,” he said, pulling the cup away.
“I will, just please let me pee,” I begged, already pulling my pants down. As soon as he handed me the cup, I squatted over it and exploded. Urine loudly hissed out of me and splattered into the cup, filling it quicker than I thought. I bit my lip to keep from moaning from the pleasure.
Nathan hit me on the shoulder and stared daggers at me, putting his finger to his mouth and telling me to be quiet. I couldn’t. If only he knew how good it felt to finally release all that pent up liquid at that moment. I looked back down and saw that the cup was alarmingly full, almost overflowing. I immediately stemmed the flow, my urethra badly stinging. I winced and squeezed my girlhood, drops of pee making my palm wet.
“There, you pissed,” he whispered, “now get out! Hurry!”
“I’m not done!” I pleaded, squirming desperately, but he ushered me toward the window with my pants still around my knees. I dumped the urine out of the open window. “Nathan, I still really have to go.”
“Take the cup and go outside!”
“I can’t go outside!”
“You’re going to have to!”
I yanked my pants up. He handed me my phone, which was now at 3%, and rushed me out the window.
I knew I couldn’t go outside, so I didn’t even take the cup with me. There was nowhere I could go for privacy. I was less desperate than I was before, but I still really had to go. I snuck out of his yard and sent for an Uber. That time it went through. I waited for nearly fifteen minutes, marching, holding myself, jumping around, doubling over, and crossing my legs. I did basically anything you could imagine to keep the ocean of pee inside me. When the Uber came driving down the road, I was twisted up like a pretzel, bobbing up and down. I was fidgeting for the whole drive to my house, scooting back and forth when it became particularly bad. I arrived at my house, leapt out of the car, and ran up to the front door, which was locked. I jogged in place as I searched my pants for the key. I had my phone, my wallet, a couple of loose pennies...
No key. I had lost my house key.
I checked under the mat, on the windowsills, and every possible crevice on the porch to no avail. My parents were on vacation and wouldn’t be getting home for another few days. With both hands pressed firmly between my legs, I ran around to the backyard and checked the door. Also locked.
I was getting about as desperate as I was when I was in Nathan’s room. I unbuttoned my pants as my belly started to bulge and press against the waistband again. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, which was now at 1%, and called my friend Julia. She didn’t answer at first.
“Hello?”
“Julia!” I exclaimed, wiggling around, “what are you doing?”
“Nothin’. Watchin, TV.”
“I really need you to come pick me up.”
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, I just—“ I doubled over more, squeezing myself harder, “I’m locked out of my house and I really need to pee.”
She laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Julia, please, I’m about to burst!”
“Alright, jeez. I’m on my way.”
At that moment, my phone died and I was left alone with my screaming bladder once again. I ran back to the front porch so I’d see Julia pull up. There, I hopped around and squirmed, ready to cry. I was definitely at the level I was at Nathan’s, if not worse. My bloated belly pulsed constantly and agonizingly. I continued to jump and march around, even though every step felt like daggers in my tummy. I just couldn’t stand still at all. I sat down on the armrest of a chair, grinding into my crotch in an attempt at some sort of relief. I let out a strong spurt into my underwear, wincing at the pain of holding. I stuck both of my hands into my pants, gripping my pussy with all of my strength. I spurted again directly into my hands, gritting my teeth and tensing my entire lower half.
“Fuckkk...” I groaned miserably, getting back on my feet and waddling to the door. I tried the knob again in vain, stepping pathetically in place as my howling, overfilled bladder begged to be emptied. I started leaking again, but this time I couldn’t stop it. I dropped to a squatting position, holding myself as hard as I could. It went on for a long time, too, far longer than I wanted. I thought my body was going to completely empty itself, but I fought it every second it was happening, no matter how painful. Enough urine to drench my butt and my thighs escaped me before I was able to stop. My entire body was shaking by the time I did. Although I wasn’t as desperate as before, I was still filled to the brim with liquid that wanted out. For a minute, I sat there as still as I could, holding myself. I pushed myself back up when I heard a car coming down the street. To my luck, it was Julia. Noting my drenched pants, I waddled as fast as I could and poked my head in te window, squirming and dancing around.
“I leaked,” I said, “a lot...”
“I see that,” Julia giggles. She took an old shirt off the car floor and put it on the passenger seat. I climbed in, my thighs sticky and my bladder bursting.
“How did you manage to get locked out?” She asked, laughing.
“Can we please get to your house?” I pleaded, “I’m about to explode!”
“Alright, jeez!”
I squirmed and fidgeted the entire way there, trying to keep the fact that I was leaking every few seconds from Julia, who found the whole situation hilarious. She kept hitting her breaks and lurching me forward, which was immensely torturous.
“Pleeease stop,” I begged, half-laughing and half-sobbing. Julia just giggled. All of the liquid pent up inside of me sloshed around with every bump. By the time we arrived at her house, I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to climb out of the car, but I immediately started leaking the moment I put weight on my feet.
“What are you waiting for?” Julia asked.
“I don’t think I can stand up,” I replied. I felt my ears burning red.
“Is it actually that bad?” She wasn’t laughing as much anymore.
I didn’t say anything back. I sat there tensed up, squeezing my girlhood and waiting for the wave to pass, but it didn’t. It lingered in my aching, throbbing tummy. “I don’t think I’ve ever had to pee this bad before,” I muttered. All I could think about was how much my bladder was stretching past its limit.
“I mean,” Julia said, “you’re already wet. You might as well just... you know.”
I looked up at her. “What?”
“Pee yourself.”
“Nuh-uh,” I grumbled, pushing my shaky fingers harder into my crotch. “It’s one thing to lose control, but it’s another thing to just wet myself voluntarily like a three year old.”
“You’re pushing yourself unnecessarily. The damage is already done. I mean, you’re dripping all over my car as we speak!”
I snickered. I felt my abdomen cramp as I did so, but it made me feel a little better.
“My parents aren’t home,” she continued, “you could just stand up and let go. I’ll lend you more clothes, and you could shower here.”
I sighed a quick and shuddery sigh as my bladder contracted, my bloated belly aching with the pain of a gallon of hot piss inside me. I was bulging out so much I couldn’t believe it. The pee that had already managed to escape was sticking my pants to my body. To be honest, I just wanted it to be over.
I stood up. Almost immediately, I started leaking. My body instinctively tensed up, weakening the stream, before I told it to embrace my fate.
I let go. Fully and completely. A strong, hissing stream of piss shot out of my, utterly drenching my pants and cascading down my legs. I gasped with the pleasure of it. Darkness quickly seeped down to my ankles and a golden river was making its way into the grass. I put some pressure on my belly, pushing my pee out even quicker. My bulge was deflating like a balloon. I moaned a little and bit my lip, feeling an oddly sexual sensation accompany my relief. This went on for a long time, longer than I cared to count. As it trickled to an end, I noticed Julia waiting awkwardly, looking around at the sky a bit red in the face.
“Feel better?” she asked. I nodded, laughing.
“I’ve never pissed so much in my life,” I said, looking at my dripping pants. My relief began to turn to shame. “Oh my god, I wet myself,” I mumbled, burying my face in my hands.
“Don’t worry about it. Come on, let’s get you showered and dressed. I’ll wash your clothes.”
“Just throw them away.”
She laughed. “Or that.”
When I got to her bathroom, I skinned off my soaked pants and pulled off my shirt. I glistened with shining streaks of pee.
A slight creak from the door startled me. I spun around and saw Julia. I covered myself with my arms, but not very well.
“Sorry. I really need to use the toilet before you get in,” she said, rushing over and undoing her pants. “I’ll be quick. Seeing all that just—“ She paused, and looked at my nervous, shameful face, shivering a bit from the cold. She averted her gaze. “It made me have to go.” She dropped her pants, revealing about as much pubic hair as I have, and sat down on the toilet. Urine began pattering in the porcelain bowl almost immediately, and I heard a small sigh of relief. It was a rather substantial amount of urine, too. That was more than just a reaction from seeing me pee; she must have had to go for a while. I brushed this off, though. I got a towel and covered myself, even though she’d already seen. Julia didn’t seem to pay much attention to our modesty. I suppose it was for good reason.
Her stream came to an end. She pulled up her pants and neglected wiping, which I found rather odd. She flushed the toilet and left me to take my shower.
Under the water, I emptied the remaining liquid I was holding absentmindedly. It travelled down my leg and into the drain. When I had finished my shower and gotten dressed in Julia’s clothes, which were a bit too small, I joined her on the couch and watched TV.
“Thanks, by the way,” I said, embarrassed.
“For what?”
I blinked. “The ride, the shower, the clothes... And I’m really sorry about... wetting myself. That’s really embarrassing, jesus christ...”
“Dude, don’t worry about it.”
“I can’t not worry about it! I’m not a kid anymore, I should be able to hold my pee in.”
“You have no idea how often that happens to me.”
“What... peeing yourself?”
“I just hold it without thinking. I don’t even really notice it until I really have to go. If I can’t get to a bathroom in time, well...” She shrugged. “Maybe I’m just weird. I don’t know if this makes me a bad person, but it’s kind of a relief to see it happen to someone else for a change.”
I scratched my head, not really knowing how to respond. I had to go pee again. The weird thing about holding so much is that you have to go again a couple times afterward. I didn’t go to the bathroom, though. I held it absentmindedly, watching TV with Julia. |
Catie has been excited for this trip to DisneyWorld for months. The semester had dragged on for ages but her boyfriend, Harry, had promised that the minute she got home for the summer he’d take her. They were high school sweethearts and even though their respective colleges weren’t too far apart and they still saw each other relatively often, long distance was hard. So Catie was excited.
She quickly got out of bed and showered humming Disney tunes the whole time. She got to her room and put on a pair of light blue panties and a white bra. Over that she put on a pair of jean shorts and a pink shirt. She finally finished the look with a pair of pink Mickey Mouse ears she’d purchased the last time she’d gone to Disney. Satisfied with how she looked she made her way downstairs where her parents were already eating breakfast.
Catie laughed when she noticed her father had made pancakes in the shape of Mickey Mouse. “In honor of your trip!” he told her chuckling. Catie graciously ate them and then washed it down with a glass of orange juice. “When is Harry picking you up?” her mother asked. Catie checked the clock. “He should be here in about fifteen minutes,” she said. “Do you want some coffee while you wait?” her mother offered. “Sure!”
Catie sipped on her coffee and chatted idly until she heard the doorbell ring. She then excitedly hopped up and raced to the door, opening it. On the other side stood Harry. He looked handsome in his jeans and tee shirt and seemed just as eager to see Catie as she was to see him. They hugged and briefly kissed after exchanging greetings before Catie let him into the house. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Baker. How are you?” Harry asked. “We’re doing well sweetheart. Excited for your trip?” Catie’s mother responded. “Yes very!” he grinned.
Meanwhile Carrie quickly ran back upstairs to grab a drawstring bag before returning. “Ok I’m ready to go,” she announced upon returning to the kitchen. “Great. Nice seeing you Mr. and Mrs. Baker!” Harry said as he and Catie waved goodbye and went to get in Harry’s car.
The drive was relatively short and before they knew it they were parking the car. Catie felt the first stirrings of her bladder after all she’d had to drink during breakfast. She figured she would go while Harry waited in line to buy the tickets but he happily alerted her that he had already bought them online and so instead they made their way directly to the entry line. Catie forgot about her bladder entirely once they entered the park. Her eyes filled with wonder. She had been here many times before but each and every time filled her with immense joy all the same. “Let’s get on a rollercoaster first!” she exclaimed excitedly as she grabbed her boyfriend’s hand and eagerly started to pull him along in that direction. Harry laughed and fondly shook his head as he followed behind her.
They picked one of the rollercoasters with the smallest line although even that was long. Not that either of them was surprised, it was Disney during the summer. It took about an hour for them to finally get to the front and Catie once again felt a stir in her bladder. She thought nothing of it though and simply stepped into the car of the coaster next to Harry and strapped in. The rollercoaster took off at an intense speed, shaking, jostling, and jerking Catie, Harry, and the other passengers around. They all yelled out in delight as the coaster continued to rock them. However, after one particularly hard turn, Catie felt herself spurt a little bit into her panties. It startled her a little bit but a quick look down confirmed it wasn't nearly enough to show anything on her shorts.
When they get off the ride Catie was certainly more aware of her bladder. She wasn’t desperate but she certainly was no longer completely comfortable. “Hey Harry I’m going to run to the bathroom quickly,” she said. She left her things with Harry and then went over only to find a long line. She sighed and joined the line but after several minutes the line had barely moved and Catie gavebup. “I don’t really have to go anyway,” she reasoned as she abandoned the line and returned to Harry, who now had two drinks in hand.
“Hey! I figured you might be thirsty since it’s so hot out,” he said. Despite her misgivings, Carrie accepted it and took a large sip. He wasn’t wrong about it being hot out and despite her slowly filling bladder she was getting dehydrated. “So I thought we could do It’s a Small World next. It’s not too far from here and I’m not as adventurous as you. I need breaks between rollercoasters!” Harry said. Catie laughed but agreed anyway and the two walked to the aforementioned line. When they got there, a sign at the end of the line read “Wait two hours long from this point.” “That’s pretty long. We can go somewhere else if you want,” Harry offered. “No it’s alright! All of the lines are going to be long and you wanted to get on this one. I’m fine to wait,” Catie assured him.
So wait they did. The line trudged slowly along as the two talked and sipped their drinks to pass the time. Before she knew it, Catie had finished off her drink entirely so she tossed the now empty cup into one of the nearby trash cans. Shortly afterwards she was suddenly reminded of her bladder. The drink was just starting to trickle in to what had already been filling. Suddenly instead of just a distant tingling she was actively uncomfortable and her bladder was starting to feel heavy.
She started to run back through her day. She had had that glass of orange juice, the coffee, and now she had polished off the drink Jason gave her. That was quite a bit of liquid she had ingested without giving her bladder a chance to void it. She tried to refocus on her conversation with Harry as a distraction but her bladder’s nagging was consistent now. She pressed her thighs tighter together and prayed that would be enough to prevent her from having an accident.
For awhile that was enough but by the time they had stepped into the building where the ride was housed just pressing her legs together was no longer doing the trick. Harry seemed oblivious to her struggle, too wrapped up in telling her the story of his first time ever riding on It’s a Small World. Meanwhile Catie resorted to crossing her legs and trying not to bounce up and down. “I need to get to a bathroom now,” she thought but looking around there were none and they were way too far ahead in line for her to get out now. So all she could do was sit there and to try to contain the heavy weight in her abdomen. Only once she started squirming a little more earnestly did Harry notice. “Are you alright love?” he asked her, concern in his voice. “Yes I’m fine,” she responded putting as much false cheer into it as possible. Harry gave her a dubious look but dropped it. “She’ll tell me if it’s something really bad,” he thought.
They finally get to the point where they’re next in line and while that should be reassuring to Catie she almost cried when she remembered one key thing: It’s A Small World is a water ride. The sound of the water lapping against the sides of the track and the boats was torture on her poor bladder. “At least it will be easier to hold once I am seated,” she told herself. Harry let her into the boat first but stepping down required opening up her legs and Catie immediately felt herself lose a spurt into her panties. She quickly sat down after that and moved so she was seated in the corner before immediately crossing her legs. Harry once again shot her a concerned and suspicious glance but respected that she clearly didn’t want to talk about it. Instead of saying anything he simply stepped into the boat as well.
Soon they were off. The boat began to slowly make its way down the watery path and the signature song began to play. Harry delightedly looked around at the dancing puppets, trying to name each country they represent. Meanwhile, Catie was barely paying any attention at all to the ride. The sounds of the water around her felt louder than everything else. She couldn’t help but squirm in her seat as she tried to keep from flooding her shorts. “I forgot how fucking long this ride is!” she thought frantically. She felt herself spurt again and quickly jammed her hands into her crotch to stop another leak from forcing its way out, groaning as she did so.
This caught Harry’s attention. He turned to look at her then took in her trembling legs, twisted up together like a pretzel, her hands gripping her crotch as if her life depended on it, and the tension she was carrying in her lower body. He suspected he knew what the problem was. “Catie, what’s wrong?” he asked gently, trying to be quiet so the other riders in their boat wouldn’t hear. “I really have to pee. I’ve had to since awhile ago when we were in line,” she confessed with a trembling voice. Harry gave her a sympathetic look, “It’s alright you can do it. We’ll get you to the bathroom the second we get off this ride. Ok?” he soothed her. She nodded her head but wasn’t positive she would even last that long.
Catie’s squirming only got worse as the ride progressed. She could no longer sit still for even a moment, constantly wiggling and grinding down into the seat in a desperate attempt to hold it in. Her grip on her crotch had somehow gotten even tighter. Harry tried to be encouraging, every so often telling her that it was alright and she could make it. Catie appreciated the support but the longer the ride lasted the less she believed him. Soon it was the beginning of the end. She felt herself leak for a solid few seconds before she could stop it. “H...Harry it’s starting to come out,” she stuttered with a whimper. “It’s okay baby not too much longer. You can hold it, I know you can,” he tried to assure her. “I can’t though, I can’t,” she insisted. She started to tear up as she leaked a second time, this time for even longer. She was sure there must be a wet patch on her shorts by now. Finally the floodgates fully released. Catie released her crotch to bring her hands up to cover her face as she finally lost the battle against her bladder. Piss rushed out of her and the hissing noise of it exiting her strained urethra could just faintly be heard underneath the cheery music. Piss puddled in the seat before cascading down to the ground below as Catie soaked her jean shorts. Feeling absolutely helpless as his girlfriend completely lost control, Harry pet her hair and rubbed her back through it in an attempt to comfort her.
Eventually Catie’s flow stopped and tapered off. Harry could faintly hear her crying so he quickly tried to reassure his girlfriend. “Hey baby it’s ok. It’s ok. Here, look at me,” he said, gently pulling her hands away from her face and then his hand on her chin to make her look at him. His heart filled with sympathy for his poor embarrassed girlfriend as he looked at her tear stained face. “It’s ok, Catie. Accidents happen. It’s not a big deal,” he assured her. She nodded her head silently.
By the time the ride ended, Catie’s shorts had begun to get cold and clammy. Harry got out first then reached down to help her out as well. She couldn’t help but take a look back at the boat. Her face flamed red when she noticed how large the puddle both in the seat and on the floor was. “Hey don’t look at it, come on,” Harry told her, tugging her along. Quite a few of the people in line whispered and snickered when they saw the state of Catie’s shorts as she walked past but many more simply gave her sympathetic looks. Harry quickly ushered her away until they were clear of the building. “I’m sorry” Catie weakly offered. “Hey don’t be sorry. I tell you what, let’s go in one of the gift shops and see if we can buy you some new shorts to wear ok?” he told her, still speaking gently as if afraid to spook her. “Ok,” Catie quietly responded. “Everything’s going to be okay Catie,” Harry told her confidently with a smile as he began to pull her away towards the shops. A small smile appeared on Catie’s face. “How did I get so lucky?” she wondered. “I love you Harry,” she told him. “I love you too Catie.”
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something a little different for you today. the following is a mock-up of a messenger conversation i had with a friend (we were a couple for a while, but I moved away for work and now we're FWB on and off). she's into omo, but i don't think she's on the site.
this is not the actual conversation, by the way, i have substantially rewritten most of it. even so, it's heavily based on our actual conversation, and most of the stuff we talk about really did happen (e.g. this first convo really did start with her talking about her new dog). i got her blessing to write this up here with names i invented for her and her friend and she's even thinking about contributing one herself. anything she writes will most likely be posted here through me, though (so i can make sure she doesn't post anything too compromising haha).
so this one below is based on the first time i started to realise that she was into omo herself (she used to like teasing me about omo stuff before that, but i hadn't realised by then that it meant something to her, too).
anyway, let me know if you like the idea!
- des
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Tuesday, 9th of June, 2015
Stef 🐶😍 says: heeyyyyy
Stef 🐶😍 says: you home?
Stef 🐶😍 : guess who turned up today 🤩
des: hey
des: oh, your puppy?
Stef 🐶😍 : 😊
Stef 🐶😍 : *picture of Tenterfield Terrier pup attached here*
Stef 🐶😍 : how cute is he?!!
Stef 🐶😍 : you wanna come oer and see him?
des: ive got work tonight, you have fun
Stef 🐶😍 : so?
des: ill come over tomorrow
Stef 🐶😍 : havn't you got like two hours before your shift starts? the bar doesnt open til 5
Stef 🐶😍 : i want him to meet dozer!!
des: uh
des: maybe we want to give it a month or two before introducing himto Dozer
des: Dozer would probably eat him 😂
Stef 🐶😍 : yeah, probably... 🙈
Stef 🐶😍 : dozer's a sfotie though 😄
Stef 🐶😍 : *softie
Stef 🐶😍 : I want them to be friends!!
des: dozer barely tolerates you coming over 😛
des: he almost bit your leg off the first time you were over at mine 😂
Stef 🐶😍 : Yeah omg 😩 that was scary as fuck ahaha i pissed my pants when he ran over barking! 😂
Stef 🐶😍 : he loves me now though 😍😘🐶
des: 😮
des: thats a bit of an exaggeration 😛
des: you wetting yourself, not him loving you!! haha
Stef 🐶😍 : hmmm!
Stef 🐶😍 : if only you knew 🙊
des: what
Stef 🐶😍 : lol
Stef 🐶😍 : nah, wasnt that bad
Stef 🐶😍 : undies may have been a bit damp when i got home though 😳😜
Stef 🐶😍 : but i didnt like full on wet myself haha
des: hmmm okay!
Stef 🐶😍 : just a little haha
des: thought I would have noticed a puddle 😛
des: I guess you could have blamed it on him being excited! 🤣
Stef 🐶😍 : it was me that was excitedd!!!
Stef 🐶😍 : scared anyway!!
Stef 🐶😍 : but oh well
des: you scare too easily
des: you won't even let me take you to a horror movie 😞
Stef 🐶😍 : 😡
Stef 🐶😍 : no horror movies!!
Stef 🐶😍 : why do you like them anyway? i hate being scared!
des: why'd you come to that zombie puzzle room then?
Stef 🐶😍 : puzzle rooms are different 😛 theyre not scary!
Stef 🐶😍 : besides i had you there to protect me 😘
des: i'd be there with you in the cinema too!
Stef 🐶😍 : 😡
Stef 🐶😍 : no!
Stef 🐶😍 : a couple of years back i was staying over at a friends place and we watched the blair witch project
Stef 🐶😍 : i have never been so terrified in all my life
des: the blair witch project?! 😂
des: your kidding right 😂😂😂
Stef 🐶😍 : 😮
des: its not even scary!
Stef 🐶😍 : hey fuck you, man 😡
Stef 🐶😍 : i told you i cant deal with horror movies 😥
Stef 🐶😍 : i had a horrible nightmare after that and I wet the bed 😳🤐
des: haha really?!?
Stef 🐶😍 : its not funny!!
Stef 🐶😍 : her mum had to wash the sheets in the morning
Stef 🐶😍 : i was mortified!! 😳
Stef 🐶😍 : how would you like it if i peed the bed next tme im staying over?!
des: 😛
Stef 🐶😍 : i bet youd like that too
Stef 🐶😍 : probably gets you off
des: hey, you're the one who brought it up!
Stef 🐶😍 : dont change the subject!
Stef 🐶😍 : i remember when lucy and me came back from the pub the other day and we were both needed the bathroom but you were in there
Stef 🐶😍 : you came out and had a tent in your pants! 😂🚀
Stef 🐶😍 : and you were definetely switched on later 😉
des: well, you were away for the week, and it had been a long week
des: i was just glad you were home 😍😍
Stef 🐶😍 : sure sure
Stef 🐶😍 : anyway, thats not so bad, right
Stef 🐶😍 : if you're into it
des: hmmm
Stef 🐶😍 : your not hurting anyone
Stef 🐶😍 : so tomorrow after work
Stef 🐶😍 : ill come over
Stef 🐶😍 : we can netflix and chill 😛
Stef 🐶😍 : maybe if your lucky i mgiht have a few too many drinkies 😉
Stef 🐶😍 : who knows what might happen!!
des: 😮
des: lol do i need to put a plastic sheet down on the couch? 😛
Stef 🐶😍 : SEE?! i knew it!
des: knew what?
Stef 🐶😍 : 😉
Stef 🐶😍 : just make sure you've got food! ill prob be hungry
Stef 🐶😍 : but dont get the turkish again
Stef 🐶😍 : we've had that way too much recentley
des: I did a shop today, we've got heaps of stuff
des: will just cook a curry or something
Stef 🐶😍 : okay 😊
Stef 🐶😍 : but not too much chilli this time!!!!
Stef 🐶😍 : i dont wanna be running for the bathroom!!
des: you'll have to anyway if you're having all those drinks 😛
Stef 🐶😍 : hmmm maaaaayybe
Stef 🐶😍 : or i might have other ideas 😛
des: 😮
Stef 🐶😍 : but still keep the curry mild for me please 🙂
des: i know! i know!
des: spice wimp 😛
Stef 🐶😍 : 😂
Stef 🐶😍 : laters. see you tomorrow 😘
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This was a request by @Mad Bladder
It was dark as the private jet flew across the sky. Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle were returning from a trip to Italy. As usual, Selina was angry with Bruce. "How long do you plan on being mad," he asked her. Selina sat with her feet up on the seat across from her, forcing Bruce to sit behind her. She wore her typical ensemble of black leather pants, jacket and boots. "Well let's see, Bruce. How many dinners did you cancel so you could take Kung Fu lessons?" She picked up her glass and finished off her club soda, her seventh since the start of the flight. Bruce winced, knowing she was right, but he was stubborn. "Selina, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to study with some of the world's greatest Kung Fu masters." "Yeah, well, it was also a once in a lifetime opportunity to spend my eighteenth birthday with my boyfriend in one of the most beautiful countries in the world!" Selina knew Bruce would have a response ready, but she didn't want to hear it. The previous glasses of club soda had worked their way to her bladder. She swung her feet off the seat and stood up, wincing at the shift in pressure in her lower abdomen. "Where are you going?" asked Bruce. Selina almost answered that she was going to the bathroom, but she stopped herself. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing his tough-as-nails girlfriend had to pee. Plus, the idea of admitting her need to him made her uncomfortable, almost embarrassed. "I'm giving you the same amount of attention you gave me on our vacation." With that, she stormed off. Selina made her way to the bathroom, holding herself slightly. She would never admit it, but things were getting pretty serious now. She went to open the door for, but to her dismay, it was locked. Her hand went back to her crotch as she bounced in place slightly. "The butler must be using it," she thought to herself. She continued to do a potty dance when she suddenly heard someone coming around the corner. She quickly stopped dancing and removed her hand, as uncomfortable as it was for her. Alfred spotted her standing in front of the locked bathroom. "Sorry Miss, out of order. Of course there's always the one up front..." Selina sneered. "Whatever." Selina turned and walked away, refusing to tell her boyfriend's guardian, of all people, that she had to pee really bad. What she should have done was simply swallow her pride and use the bathroom at the front of the plane. But not with Bruce there and not while they were fighting. So she returned to her seat and sat Indian style, her right heel pressed deep into her crotch. It helped a little. Bruce looked at her. "Are you ok?" Selina smirked. "Just fine." But mentally, she hoped that it wouldn't be much longer before they landed...
It was another hour before they landed. Her need had gotten worse, not helped by Bruce offering her another soda. She should have said no thank you, but instead, she chugged it down, despite her bladder's protests. She was so mad at Bruce right now, even though it wasn't his fault. She got even madder seeing him go up front to use the bathroom, wishing she wasn't too stubborn to do the same. Finally, they touched down. Just standing up was difficult, her bladder felt like it weighed a ton. When she got off the plane, she headed straight for the bathroom, only to find, to her exasperation, that it was closed for cleaning. "Seriously?! Do they just assume nobody has to piss after a long flight?!" Selina danced in place for a moment while she tried to think, no easy task with her bladder so achingly full. She was seriously considering squatting in the street, something she was more than experienced at from her time living on the street. But what if someone saw her? She couldn't take the chance of someone recognizing Bruce Wayne's girlfriend pissing in the street. Word would travel and Bruce would find out. She would be humiliated. No, that wasn't an option. Selina turned to leave, figuring she could leg it to Wayne Manor. It wasn't far from the hanger. Unfortunately, it was then that Bruce came running to her. "Selina! Did you see?!" Selina shook her head. "What's up, Bruce?" "Jerome Valeska is holding James Gordon and the GCPD hostage at a Wayne charity event! We have to rescue them!" Selina sighed. "Why, Bruce? Why do we have to rescue them?" Sometimes, Selina admired Bruce's sense of chivalry, but other times, the boy could be such a pain. This was one of those times, not helped by her present situation. It took all she had not to hold herself in front of Bruce. "Look Bruce, they're cops. They can take care of themselves. Why should we risk our lives?" "Because it happened at a Wayne-sponsored event. And Jerome has targeted me, for some twisted reason." "All the more reason to stay away, Bruce! It's obviously a trap!" "I'm going, Selina. Are you with me, or not?" Selina groaned. She knew Bruce would go, with or without her. And she wanted so badly to say no, she was dying for a piss. But they were already fighting. If she said no, that would just make everything worse. She forced a smile. "Of course I'm with you. You idiot." Bruce smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Selina. Let's go!"
Soon, Bruce and Selina were racing towards the Gotham Opera House. Selina sat in the passenger seat, Bruce was driving. As he sped through the streets of Gotham, every speed bump or sharp turn caused her bladder to ache even more. She wanted to ask Bruce to slow down, but that would only raise questions she didn't want to answer. "You're very quiet," Bruce noted. "Is everything ok?" Selina forced a smile. "Yeah. Just nervous, I guess." "You, nervous? I don't believe it." Selina chuckled, an action that caused her even more pain. Another sharp turn jarred her bladder and she had to clench every muscle to hold back the flood. "I cannot wet myself," she thought angrily to herself. For one thing, she was wearing an expensive, stolen pair of Italian panties. While Bruce was busy learning with the Kung Fu master, she decided to treat herself to a shopping expedition. More than that, if she wet herself in front of Bruce, she would be completely humiliated. Bruce saw her as this tough chick, if she lost control, would he look at her the same way? She couldn't take that chance. She had to hold it until she could find a bathroom. Finally, they arrived at the Opera House. Selina was ready to burst, she was starting to sweat from the effort it took to hold it in the car. She had to find a bathroom, NOW. They could both hear Jerome's maniacal laughter inside the building. Selina looked at Bruce. "Ok, here's the plan. I'll go in through the back door and try to free the cops. You go in through the vents and try to take them by surprise." Of course, Selina had another plan in mind besides rescuing the cops, but she couldn't tell Bruce. "Selina, you should go through the vent. You have more experience with breaking and entering." Selina bit her lip. Bruce was right, of course. But she had wanted him to go through the vents to buy herself some time to find a bathroom. She was in agony and it was all she could do not to hold herself in front of Bruce. "Yeah, you're right Bruce. I'll go through the vent." Bruce leaned forward and kissed Selina on the cheek. "Good luck." With that, Bruce made his way to the back door, Selina silently cursing at her bad luck. She looked around for where the outer vent was located, more than a little worried. Would she even be able to crawl in her current predicament? She couldn't believe how bad she had to pee, she didn't even realize it was possible for her bladder to be this full. She sighed and took a labored breath, before climbing the wall, heading towards the vent.
Soon, Selina was crawling through the ventilation system, very slowly. Her knees were scrunched up, pressing into her swollen bladder. Every movement hurt. She was seriously considering forgetting about the bathroom and just pissing up here. But what if it leaked through the vent? Plus, it was so narrow, she wasn't sure she would be able to get her pants down. No, she would have to keep holding it, until... she froze. She clenched every muscle as tightly as she could. A spasm hit her bladder hard. She drew in a breath and waited for it to pass. As far as she could tell, she was still dry. She wanted to cry, how much more could she take?! It was then, as she looked down in despair, that she realized she was right above a bathroom! But was it a men's room or a ladies room? It didn't matter, did it? Desperate times called for desperate measures and she was beyond desperate. She reached behind her, trying to get to her boot, certainly no easy task in her current predicament. Somehow, she managed to retrieve a screwdriver that was strapped to her ankle. Carefully, she unscrewed the vent and inched her way to the edge. "How do I get down?!" she thought to herself, more than a little panicked. It wasn't a deep drop, but she was pretty sure the slightest impact would result in a wet and embarrassing situation. She wondered if she could swing her legs to the top of a nearby stall. Carefully, she shimmied her hips, an action she quickly regretted, as the slight but sudden movement put just enough stress on her bladder that she thought she would lose control. Instinctively, she grabbed her crotch with one hand, but that left her with only a one handed grip on the vent. "Shit shit shit shit shit!" she thought. She was going to fall! Selina could feel her grip loosening. "I've come this far! I am not pissing myself in the friggin bathroom!" Thinking fast, Selina took a deep breath as she let go of the vent. Both hands pressed firmly against her pee-hole, she dropped straight down, releasing the breath at the exact moment she hit the ground. She quickly felt the outside of her pants. Dry. She smiled. She was going to make it. She ducked into the nearest stall and began to unbutton her pants. However, it wasn't easy, as she could barely stand still, she was bouncing all over the place. Eventually, she was able to get the button undone, but then she heard voices! "Jerome said check the John's. There may be people hiding in them." "FUCK!" thought Selina. The bathroom door slammed open and she could hear footsteps. Selina carefully climbed on top of the toilet seat and crouched down as best she could. It was torture for Selina, her poor bladder was ready to be emptied. Yet here she was, right on top of the toilet and she couldn't go. She could hear Jerome's goons kicking open the doors to the other stalls. She hoped they wouldn't check her stall, that they'd just figure they were all empty. She tried to remain as quiet as she could, but she couldn't hold still. She could hear them at the stall right next to her's. She was trembling, both from fear and from the massive effort required to hold in her urine. She heard them kick open the stall next door. She waited with bated breath... but nothing happened. Were they gone? She waited a few more seconds, then cautiously climbed down from the toilet. She started to fumble with her pants again, but then a pair of hands reached under the stall door and grabbed her ankles! She screamed in surprise and fear, nearly losing control right then and there. She was dragged out of the stall by a bald, burly man covered in tattoos. He was flanked by a couple of goons in clown masks, both holding knives. The big guy had a gun, which he pointed at Selina's head, with a sinister smile on his face. "Well, looks like we found someone trying to skip out on the party, boys. Better bring her to Jerome..."
Jerome's thugs led Selina down the hall. It took everything she had not to whimper in pain. Her bladder was so full and relief had just been forcibly taken from her. She felt so defeated. Suddenly, she tripped and stumbled. She gasped, thinking she was going to lose it right then. The big thug grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and shoved her. "Keep moving, sweetheart." Despite her painful situation, Selina wasn't about to let this jerk get away with that. "I'm not your sweetheart, tubby!" With that, she grabbed his hand and bit him. The two masked guys grabbed her, but she stepped on one of the guys' foot, then elbowed the other in the stomach. Seeing her chance, she tried to make a run for it. Unfortunately, right around the corner were more of Jerome's followers. Selina knew she couldn't fight them like this. Her bladder was about to explode, she had to piss so bad. The first guy charged and in spite of herself, she buried her shoulder into his ribs. She grabbed the guy's arm and flipped him over. Another thug, this one a woman, charge, but Selina planted her foot in the woman's stomach. But that was a mistake, as she felt her bladder quiver from the stress of moving her leg so fast. She tried to gain her composure, but that allowed the remaining thugs to grab her by the arms and legs. They carried her around the corner where Jerome was waiting, laughing like a madman. "Tie her up, boys! She's just in time for the fun and games!"
Soon, Selina was tied up in the main room with the rest of guests-turned-hostages. She was tied to a chair, her ankles strapped to the legs of the chair, her arms tied behind her. An additional length of rope was tied across her waist. Selina was sweating like crazy, her bladder felt like it was being squashed between the rope and being forced to sit down in her tight leather costume. She was going to burst!! Jerome was busy trying to decide on a victim. He had already shot two guards and sliced the throat of an actor. But that wasn't enough for him. "Who's it going to be? The old bag in row ten? The tubby guy in front? The twins in the balcony? Come on people, I need a volunteer! Otherwise... I'll just have to choose for myself!!" Selina was in agony. She was going to wet herself, in front of all these people. It was awful, she had been holding it for so long, her urine would be very concentrated, it was going to smell so bad. And there would be no way to hide the puddle that would form under her. She would be humiliated. "What do we have here?" asked Jerome. Selina had been unconsciously squirming in her seat and someone had finally noticed. "Hey there, little girl. What's your problem?" Selina swallowed hard. She would have been furious about the "little girl" comment, if she wasn't so preoccupied. "Nothing," she said, hoping he wouldn't pursue the issue. Unfortunately for her, Jerome wasn't going to let up. "Well, see, I don't believe that. Maybe you're trying to escape. Which would mean I'd have to kill you..." He held the knife menacingly to her throat. Everyone in the room gasped and Selina swore she felt a drop of pee squirt into her panties. But then he pulled bay the knife. "But I don't think you're stupid enough to try anything. So, that means... maybe, just maybe, someone needs the little girl's room." He said that last part in a childish, sing-song voice. "No..." Selina tried to protest, but Jerome wasn't hearing it. "After all, my men found you in the bathroom. What if you weren't just hiding?" Selina tried to ignore him, but he grabbed her shoulders and looked right at her. "So... gotta go? Gotta go right now? Do ya?!" "None of your business, you sick freak!!" she shouted at him. Jerome smiled a sick grin. "Flattery will get you nowhere." He grabbed an empty glass and a pitcher of water. "Sure you don't have to go?" She nodded meekly. "Then this shouldn't bother you." With that, he poured some water from the pitcher into the glass, right in front of her face. Selina was in agony. She squeezed her eyes shut, but she could still hear the water swishing around as he poured it back and forth. He even let some splash on her hand, catching her by surprise. She just knew it was only a matter of time before she pissed herself in front of everyone, including a madman who would take sick pleasure in watching her pee her pants. Selina briefly opened her eyes and saw Bruce perching himself on chandelier. He winked at her, a signal that he was waiting for the right moment. Selina grimaced. "Bruce, this isn't the time for stealth!" she thought. She had to piss so bad. She couldn't sit still, her knees knocked together as she used every ounce of energy she had left to hold back the impending flood. Her entire body felt like it was filled ten times over. Jerome laughed as he continued pouring the water back and forth. Selina could actually feel her bladder about to tear apart. "No no no no no no..." she thought. "Not here. I can't..." she was tapping her feet openly now and tears were filling her eyes. Jerome dribbled some water on Selina's leg, causing her to squeal in surprise and discomfort. Every muscle hurt so bad. If she passed out, she would definitely piss herself. "Hold on Selina..." she thought. Jerome leaned in close, I tending to push on Selina's bladder. "Come on. Let it out, girlie. You know you want to. You'll feel sooooo much better. Do it! Do-!" Jerome was cut off as Bruce dropped down, tackling the psychopath to the ground. With Jerome down, the GCPD officers were able to take action. As the police dealt with Jerome's goons, Bruce untied Selina. Despite her dire situation, even with one hand buried deep into her crotch, hunched over in excruciating pain, she couldn't resist punching Jerome in the face as he stood up. Bruce punched him a few more times, before rushing to tend to some injured hostages. Selina took down a few of the remaining thugs, before rushing out of the room as fast as her bloated bladder would allow her. As she made her way back to the ladies room, she heard Jerome saying something, but she didn't care. Relief was just inches away. She opened the door and saw the toilets, waiting for her to do her thing. "Beautiful," she thought. "SELINA!! SELINA!!!" It was Bruce. Suddenly, a hand reached through the door and pulled her out. The sudden force nearly caused her to wet herself right there. "Bruce! What are y-"
*BOOM"
The blast rocked Selina and Bruce, knocking them both to the floor. Selina got up as quickly as she could in her bloated, swollen condition. As she pulled the bathroomdoor open, she saw all the sinks and toilets shattered. Water was flooding the room. The sight nearly caused Selina to flood her pants. Quickly, she closed the door and turned to Bruce, backing away from the door. "Bruce! What happened?!" "Jerome," Bruce answered grimly. "He must have laid explosives inside all the pipes. There's a river forming in the main hall, from the kitchen. Captain Gordon and the GCPD are evacuating the guests as we speak." Selina wanted to cry. "He couldn't have!" she thought. "There's no way! He's a psycho!!" Selina felt her eyes filling with tears. This couldn't be happening! "He blew up ALL the bathrooms...?" Her voice cracked and her lip quivered. "Now what am I going to do?!" she thought. Bruce grabbed Selina and hugged her tightly. "No!" she thought. "No no no no no not now!" She thought she was going to piss all over him!! She returned the hug, while carefully pulling back. Bruce didn't seem to mind, though. He was used to her getting hot and cold with him. "It's ok, Selina. As long as nobody else was hurt. As long as you're ok..." Just then, Captain Gordon came around the corner. "There are the heroes," he said with a smile, as he put an arm around each of them. "Come on, guys. We want the whole building empty, just for safety measures." Gordon led Bruce and Selina towards the exit. As they walked out of the building, they were applauded by the freed hostages, as well as the majority of the GCPD. Bruce beamed proudly, a start contrast to Selina, who was blushing. She had a flood inside her, waiting to be unleashed. She couldn't stop shaking and tears filled her eyes. She was horribly overfilled, she couldn't stand it. Suddenly, she felt her belly rumble. "Oh no!" she gasped. "Everything ok, Selina?" asked Gordon. She didn't answer, instead she pushed past Gordon and Bruce and ran towards the alley behind the Opera House. It was time, she couldn't put it off any longer.
Selina started to undo her pants, no easy task at this stage. Just touching the area near her bladder made her almost lose it. But just as she was about to pull her pants down, she heard a soft moan. Looking around, she saw a couple making out. Scrambling to pull up her pants, she accidentally knocked a trash can over. "Hey!" called out Detective Harvey Bullock. "Alley's occupied. Sorry I couldn't put up a do not disturb sign." Selina backed out of the alley, but slipped and fell on her butt. That was it. She couldn't hold it back any longer. Her sphincter let go and hot piss gushed from her urethra into her pants. Within seconds, she was soaking wet, but it kept coming. It flooded her panties, then overfilled them, drenching her pants. She could even feel it pooling into her boots, that’s how much there was. In spite of herself, Selina gave a sigh of relief. It felt so good to finally empty her bladder after such a long and painful time holding it in. Unfortunately, her relief was cut short. As her stream finally started to lose some pressure, she heard a voice that made her heart sink. “Selina?” Bruce. He had gone after her, concerned about her suddenly running off. “Of course he did,“ she thought. And he had witnessed the entire accident. To make matters worse, Gordon was behind him, flanked by Detectives Alvarez and Harper. Bruce looked at the river at Selina’s feet. Alvarez and Harper quickly looked away, as Gordon gently grabbed Bruce’s arm and pulled him back. Selina’s cheeks flushed a deep pink. “Great,” she thought. Bruce had seen her wetting her pants, along with Jim Gordon and a couple of other cops. She was humiliated. Bad enough to piss herself, worse to have it be witnessed by the last person she would have ever wanted to see it happen. “How can I ever face Bruce again?” she thought. Mortified, she leapt up and ran off, pee still trickling from her pants as she ran. She was about two blocks from the opera house when she finally stopped peeing. She could feel the tears forming as she headed for home. All she wanted to do was clean up and hide. Forever.
A few days later, Selina was at her squat. She was still absolutely mortified by what had happened that night in the alley. She hadn’t been out in days and she had convinced herself she was never leaving her home again. She couldn’t bare to have anyone see her, especially not Bruce. She had been absolutely humiliated. Her boyfriend had seen his tough, no-nonsense girlfriend piss herself like a three year old. She had managed to steal some new clothes and had burned the ones she’d soaked. Her eyes were red from crying non-stop the last few days. She was convinced that Bruce saw her differently now. That he saw her as just another girl who makes a fool out of herself. That thought just made her cry harder. She took a drink of water from her third bottle that day. She had to pee and with the memory of what happened still fresh in her mind, she was about to go, when there was a knock on the door. She was going to ignore it, but then she heard a voice. “Selina? Are you home?” His voice. Bruce. Selina couldn’t believe it. He had actually come looking for her! “Yeah, I’m here.” “Can I please come in? I think we should talk.” Selina really didn’t want to talk to Bruce. She knew he would want to bring up what had happened. She was afraid of what he might think of her. Plus, she really didn’t want to have another accident in front of him. After holding it for so long, she noticed her muscles were weaker and it was much harder for her to hold it now. “Selina? Are you still there?” “Yeah. I’m still here, Bruce. Hang on.” Sighing, she reluctantly went to the door and let him in. As he stood in front of her, she did her best to stand still. She knew if he saw her fidgeting, he’d ask questions. Questions that would destroy her emotionally if he asked them. “How are you, Selina?” She rolled her eyes. Of course he wouldn’t come right out and say what he wanted to. “I’m OK, Bruce.” “Are you sure?” She sighed. “Bruce, just say what you came here to say. Please don’t beat around the bush.” She knew that she could be standing there all day if she didn’t make him spit it out. And she knew she couldn’t hold it in for much longer. “Why do I always do this to myself?!” she thought. “Selina, I just wanted to check on you. I haven’t seen you since… since…” “Since I pissed myself in front of you and the cops?” Bruce looked embarrassed. Selina wanted to cry. “Oh my god, he’s ashamed of me!” she thought. “Yeah… Selina, why didn’t you just tell me you had to go?” “’Hey Bruce, I gotta pee, hang on then we can save the city!’ Yeah, OK Bruce.”
“You know what I mean. I mean, it’s not like it’s something you can control-” “Shut up, Bruce! I can control myself! I don’t normally walk around pissing my pants, you know!” She winced at how harsh she had been, but he‘d hit a nerve. And she was very worried that she was going to give a repeat performance in a matter of minutes. Bruce looked hurt, but still continued. “I know that, Selina. What I meant was, you know you couldn’t hold it forever. I know you’re strong and you’re tough, but even you have limits. You could have told me what was going on. I wouldn’t have thought any less of you.” Selina knew he meant it, but… “And… what do you think of me now?” “I love you Selina. Nothing is going to change that. You should know that. After all we’ve been through, nothing is going to change the way I feel about you.” Selina was touched. Bruce smiled. “I mean, you know what they say… accidents happen.” Selina laughed, in spite of herself. “When did he get a sense of humor?” she wondered. However, she was quickly reminded of more pressing matters. “Bruce… that means a lot to me. Really. And I’m sorry for not being honest with you. But the way you think of me… it matters. A lot.” “So, does that mean you want to go grab something to eat?” “Um… sure.” Selina felt her belly growl, just like it did that night… “You go start the car. I’ve just gotta hide some stuff before we go.” “OK Selina.” Bruce went back outside. Selina ran to the back of her squat and yanked her pants down. Squatting on the ground, she released her bladder. She moaned in relief, a big smile crossing her face. She had made it. The pee flowed out of her, with no sign of slowing down or stopping. She closed her eyes and just peed. It felt so good to relieve herself after nearly having another accident. She let out another moan of pleasure. She heard a knock on the door. “Selina? Everything OK?” Bruce. “Yeah, I’m fine. Go back to the car, I’ll be out in a couple of minutes! Jeez!” “OK, Selina.” After nearly another minute, her stream finally trickled off, then stopped all together. She bounced a little bit, getting out the last couple of drops, then wiped herself with a Kleenex. She pulled up her pants and headed out to the car, where Bruce was waiting patiently. “Everything OK, Selina?” “Yep. Let’s go.” “Anywhere in particular.” “Wherever you want, Bruce.” Bruce smiled and started to drive. Selina thought to herself, “As long as they have a bathroom.” She returned his smile and laid her head against his shoulder as they drove off into the night. |
A/N: This is the first part of a longer commission, though I'll be posting the rest of it to AO3 as it will begin to deviate from omorashi at that point. But yeah, it's part of a bigger thing, which is why it ends abruptly, though I hope to have a link to the bigger story eventually, if anyone is interested in continuing it.
Emma was never particularly close with her family, despite still living in their home at the age of twenty-two. Sometimes she thinks that they might not have really noticed her presence at all, with how big the manor is, but really, she knows that they don’t notice her and therefore don’t pay any mind to the fact that she isn’t looking to marry and have her own household for the same reason they’ve never had much of a bond with her- business.
Her father and mother were both prominent in the business world and married each other along with merging their respective businesses, likely with no intention of having children, seeing as they were on the older side when she was unexpectedly conceived. She remained an only child, raised mostly by the help in their house, and a year ago, her father finally managed to work himself to death. Her mother picked up where he left off, but her health quickly began to fail, leaving Emma alone now. She doesn’t miss her parents as much as she feels like she should, but then, she’s already had her entire life to miss them, and this doesn’t feel like anything new.
And, really, she isn’t entirely alone, not with the staff still working in the home, and not with her days filled with settling her parents’ business affairs. She has enough inheritance from them the live out the rest of her days in the same wealth she’s always known, and she’s inherited the house on top of that. Without much of a passion for their business, she’s decided not to take on any of that burden, and is now settling the matter of what goes where, and who takes over what. In the meantime, she does have to handle a few of their responsibilities, but only until everything is settled.
She isn’t alone in this feat either, at least, because she has the help of one of their butlers, Alistair, who was enough of a confidante of her parents that he has some idea of how to run things. He really has been like a part of the family over the years, and Emma has always admired him, much more than she should, and now, she is starting to think that her crush on him is not something that she’s ever going to grow out of.
Though a relationship between them is likely impossible, she still fantasizes about it, and has taken to writing over the years to relieve her of her many dreams and daydreams involving the much older man. She has a journal in which she describes all of these things, and has found that she enjoys writing quite a bit, with the idea to potentially pursue a career in it once she is completely free of the family business.
For now, she just writes down all the details of her inappropriate crush, and makes sure that she keeps her journal- a very ordinary looking notebook, since she doesn’t want to advertise it as a diary- typically out of sight. Eventually, she does hope to move on, and use her fantasies as a happy memory to jump start her career in erotica, or something of the sort.
And, though she prefers not to think about it, a relationship between them would be difficult for reasons other than her station, and their age difference, for the same reason that she prefers to keep her fantasies to paper, rather than trying to pursue them with anyone. But she doesn’t want to think about that, not any more than she has to.
~X~
On late nights, it becomes very difficult to concentrate on the work in front of her. Before, these late nights are when she would lose herself in her writing, fantasizing about him while he was off somewhere in the house, doing some sort of work and completely unaware of how the young heiress wanted him, and couldn’t stop thinking about him. But tonight, she has so much paperwork to complete, so many files to sort through, so many loose ends to tie up, that her precious alone time seems as much like a distant dream as any of her fantasies do.
At the very least, this is time that she gets to spend with Alistair, who brings her cup after cup of tea to make sure that she’s able to stay awake long enough to finish up what she’s working on. She has to admit that the caffeine helps, though all the liquid is having another effect on her, one that she could do without when she’s so busy with work.
She could ignore the pressure in her bladder at first, but now, it’s beginning to become impossible to push to the back of her mind. More and more often, Emma finds herself shifting in her seat, trying to make holding it more bearable. Though she could have excused herself for a bathroom break some time ago, she had decided to push herself a little longer, wanting to get as much work done as possible. Even now that it’s starting to get bad, she thinks that she can wait a bit longer, and that she shouldn’t take a break when she has so much momentum going.
However, the fact that she continues to drink tea to keep herself alert means that holding is only going to get harder for her, and she soon finds that she can’t sit still at all. Now, she knows that it’s probably for the best that she takes a break, regardless of her momentum, but something keeps her rooted to her seat, making no move to get up and relieve herself.
It’s because Alistair is watching her, she realizes, and she is embarrassed to excuse herself in the middle of work for something that she feels like should not be such a big deal. With just the two of them here, there would be no disguising what she’s hurrying off for, and so she forces herself to wait it out, until all of her work is done for the night. She sets her teacup aside, promising herself that she will not drink anymore, and just do her best to stay awake without any help from that.
Really, it would be impossible to fall asleep right now anyway, with the strong pulses coming from her bladder. Were she actually trying to sleep, she would have to get up and go to the bathroom before that would be possible. Now, it’s hard to even sit still with how badly she needs to pee, which hinders her focus so much that work takes longer than it would have under normal circumstances.
Emma hopes that Alistair does not notice the change in her demeanor, and fights to keep her desperation as subtle as she can. When she thinks he isn’t paying attention, she grinds against her chair, gritting her teeth and squirming, though this does not keep the urge at bay for long. She is past the point where she can just push it aside, past the point where she can really think of anything other than how badly she needs this, how she really might not make it until the end.
It would be far worse to wet herself at her desk like some kind of child than to ask for a break, and she knows that, but it takes her so long to be able to see asking for a break as possible at all. She knows that it would be worse to wet herself, with Alistair right next to her, but she still hates the idea of bringing attention to her need so much that asking at all feels too difficult. Her heart races and she loses all focus entirely, and she curls her toes in her shoes, she squeezes her thighs tightly together under her desk.
She’s not going to make, she’s going to leak and then she won’t be able to stop it, and then she is going to lose control and humiliate herself, she just knows it. There’s no more time to waste, and shakily, she begins to rise from her desk. All she has to do is excuse herself, and then it will be over, and she can return to work. It will be as simple as that, nothing to worry about.
“Miss?” asks Alistair. “Is something the matter?”
“Nothing at all,” she replies, forcing her voice to remain steady, casual. “I’ll be right back, so we can finish up.”
But before she can take a single step, she feels his hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her, easing her back down into her chair. “Now, now do you really think this is a good time to stop?” he asks.”You’re so close to done, wouldn’t it be better to just finish up first?”
He would have a good point if it weren’t for the fact that she’s on the verge of wetting herself, and that she really needed this break a very long time ago. “But, I-”
His hand on her shoulder grows a little more firm, and he says, “If you just focus, you’ll find that it really isn’t that hard to finish.” At times, he is a bit more forceful and fatherly towards her than any other servant would be, and, though she appreciates their closeness, right now she would give anything for him to just blindly accept her words.
And she knows that she could argue further, that she could insist that this really isn’t something that can wait, but she can’t bring herself to do it. She can’t bring herself to admit it, and she knows that she’s lost, and that her only hope is to force herself to hold it until the end. It’s already so close that the idea of waiting any longer seems completely impossible, but she clenches as hard as she can, burning on the brink of letting the liquid escape, and she grits her teeth hard, determined.
At this point, she’s sure, with how much she’s shaking, that her desperation is completely obvious to him, but she no longer cares how obvious she makes it, just as long as she does not lose control in front of him. It takes all of her self-control not to jam a hand into her lap, between her legs, but even she is above that in this state. Just a little bit more, and she will be free to go; just a few more things to fill out, and she can make her escape. She’s going to make it, she’s not going to wet herself, everything is going to be just fine-
As she finishes up her work, she feels a hot spurt escape to dampen her panties, and she tenses, cutting it off before more can escape. Not yet, not yet, not when she’s so close! She struggles to stand up, shaking as she does, not saying a word to Alistair, not wanting to call any further attention to her problem, though she’s sure that he must know what’s wrong with her by now. Another spurt escapes her and she groans, stumbling out from behind her desk.
Every step she takes causes her to leak again and again, and she’s moving so painfully slowly, and even though her bathroom is not that far away, it is so far away, and why did she think that she could wait this long? It’s too late, she already knows that it’s too late, and within just a few more steps, there is a leak that does not stop, a spurt that becomes more than a spurt, until it turns into a full torrent, soaking through her panties as she lets out a wail.
“Miss?” asks Alistair in concern, but she’s sure that it doesn’t take him long to figure out what’s happening to her.
It feels like it takes forever for her bladder to completely empty, though she’s sure it’s closer to a minute. Whatever the case, the large amount of tea she’s had results in a large puddle at her feet, the splattering of liquid on tile the only sound in the room, besides her quiet sobs. By the time it’s finally over, her strained bladder still aching even after it’s empty, she has already decided that can’t face him right now, or maybe ever again.
“I...I’m sorry!” she cries, fleeing for her bathroom. She isn’t sure what else to do, only that she wants to get away from him, and that she wants to get out of her wet clothes. After a shower, she’ll do what she can to avoid him and go to bed, but she isn’t sure where to go from there.
Emma has never been so humiliated in her life, made all the worse by the fact that Alistair was the one to witness it. |
A/N: I'll first start by saying that if there is any explicit sexual content to be had in this story, it's not in this chapter, though there is definitely sexual references and implied stuff in this one. I haven't decided how far I'll go in future chapters. Next, I'll say that this is my main story I'll be focusing on with my patreon, which I've posted about before. In the future, I'll be posting chapters there a week before they go up anywhere else, but you can read more about that in the patreon thread, which I'll link at the end of this post. Finally, I'll say that it's a really minor desperation with no wetting in this chapter. As it's a longer story, it'll take me a couple chapters to get to the meat of it, so for now, it's just a teaser. This is going to be a story about a waitress, her crush on her customer, and where things go from there.
“Hey, Maiko, your boyfriend just walked in! Want me to seat him at one of your tables like always?” asks one of Maiko’s coworkers in a teasing tone. “I mean, he does like his regular table, doesn’t he? You must be his favorite waitress!”
“Shut up, Andrea!” she protests, and she’s sure that she’s blushing by now. Both Andrea and another waitress who overheard giggle, and she scowls, though that doesn’t last for long. She can’t help but grin, at least a little bit, knowing that Mr. Marcum is here, and that she’ll get the chance to wait on his table.
Though she had been hoping to take a break soon, she can wait a little bit longer, if it means getting to see him…
Maiko has worked at this restaurant for nearly a year now, and for the past couple months, they’ve had a regular, a man in his mid-forties, who rides a motorcycle and wears a leather jacket over his business suit. Her coworkers have taken to calling him Mr. Mid-life Crisis behind his back- that is, when they aren’t teasingly calling him Maiko’s boyfriend. She knows that they think he’s lame as all hell, but from the first time she took his order, she hasn’t been able to deny having a massive crush on him.
Maiko has just recently turned twenty-two and, since she first developed a sex drive, she’s pretty much exclusively had a thing for older men. Part of why she wanted to work here in the first place was her attraction to Zachary, her 35-year-old manager, but from her interview till now, she’s made zero progress with him, and has him pegged for the type who isn’t sleazy enough to fuck one of his employees.
And ever since Mr. Marcum became a regular, she hasn’t had eyes for anyone else anyway.
She thinks about taking a quick break before she goes to take his drink order, because she’s pretty sure she has enough time, but as soon as Andrea has him seated with a menu, she returns and says, “I guess you’re going to reel him into, huh?”
“Would you stop?” Maiko protests, though she doesn’t mind the teasing as much as she pretends she does. It is all in good fun, after all. “He’s a customer, it’s not like I can actually ask him out or anything.”
“It’s not like you’d actually have the guts to do it even if you could, more like.”
“Hey!” she protests. “I...well, I actually can’t argue with you there, I guess.”
“You’d better go take his order. Wouldn’t want to keep your lover waiting!” says Andrea, and Maiko realizes that she’s wasted any potential time for a break on bickering with her coworker. She should definitely get to his table now.
It’s just that she’s had to pee for a little while now, and it would have been nice to have taken care of that before she had to deal with another customer. But she wouldn’t ask for a full break now, not if it meant someone else would get her table, and not only would she keep him waiting if she stopped by the bathroom first, but she might also get in trouble for that. She pushes the slight throb of her bladder out of her mind, and makes her way to where Mr. Marcum waits for her.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite waitress,” he says, something that he’s taken to saying every time she waits on him. She knows that it’s just a generic greeting, that he’s just teasing her, but her heart skips a beat nonetheless.
“What can I start you off with today?” she asks, squeezing her thighs together as she comes to a stop in front of his table. She can’t seriously have to go that bad, she thinks; it must just be her worrying too much, and she decides to try not to think about it.
“Come on, don’t you know my order by now?” he replies with a grin, and she blushes. “Just water to start, like always.”
“Of course! I’ll get that right out for you!” As she walks back to get his drink, she winces a few times, the steps she takes jostling her bladder her so much that it hurts. She takes a fresh pitcher of water and a glass back to his table, and as she pours the water for him, she squeezes her thighs together again, biting her lip hard.
“You feeling alright, Maiko?” he asks, snapping her out of her thoughts.
“H-huh? Of course I am!” she says, hoping that her voice does not betray her.
“You’re just a little quiet today,” he replies, “so I got a little worried. Well, maybe you’re just tired of dealing with me. Am I right?”
She laughs, even though it hurts, and nudges his shoulder, something that she usually wouldn’t do with a customer. Maybe it’s just because they’ve gotten so familiar with each other, or maybe it has something to do with her conversation with Andrea; she isn’t sure. “You wish you could get rid of me that easily!”
“Do I? And here I thought I was wishing these meals could go on forever.”
As always, her heart leaps at his words, and it’s hard to calm herself down before she shows it on her face. He’s just some old flirt, she tells herself, and nothing that he says to her really means anything. She’s only reading so much into it because she has a crush on him, nothing more.
Another sharp pang from her bladder reminds her that, as much as she also wishes this meal could go on forever, she would rather move things along a little more quickly, so she pulls out her notepad and asks, “So, which of your usuals are you going with tonight?”
“A burger tonight,” he says, and she writes it down, making note of his sides and how he wants it cooked without even needing to ask. She heads to the kitchen, thinking that she might actually have the chance to go to the bathroom before she has to bring him his food, but things do not play out in her favor
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“We’re starting to get busy, so try not to spend too much time flirting with Mr. Mid-Life Crisis,” Zachary says as she passes him. “You’ve got to pay attention to your other tables too.”
Other tables?!
Maiko has to resist groaning as she realizes that it will be a little while yet before she can take a break, now that Mr. Marcum isn’t her only concern. She doesn’t even bother protesting Zachary’s accusations, because she is more worried about how her bladder is going to hold up throughout all of this. It’s far from her first long wait, far from the first time she’s had to make herself hold it since she started this job, but that doesn’t stop her from being nervous, which she’s sure does not make it any easier to hold.
Still, she does what she can, moving from table to table, taking orders and getting drinks and not letting her need get the better of her. Sometimes she thinks she can feel Mr. Marcum’s eyes on her, but she’s sure that she’s just being overly self-conscious. After taking a few orders and bringing out some drinks, his food is ready for her to bring to the table, and she lingers for just a moment when he speaks to her.
“You must be too busy to talk to me,” he says.
With a fist clenched tight at her side, and her thighs pressed together, she rocks back and forth a few times before reminding herself to stand still. “Just a little bit. You know I’d make time for you otherwise.”
“Oh, would you? I don’t know about that, why would you want to listen to some old man vent about work and talk about his bike all day?”
I would, because you’re so fucking hot! she thinks, but all she says is, “I think the bike’s really cool, though!”
“Yeah?” He gives her a wink as he says, “Well, maybe I should take you for a ride sometime.”
There’s no way that he’s actually being serious right now, is there? She can’t believe that he’s really, genuinely offering something like that to her, and so it must be some of their empty flirting, right? But then...what if he is being serious? What if she was wrong about him, and what if this is her chance?
“My shift is over at ten,” she replies, deciding not to let the chance pass her by, if the chance is really there. “But now I really need to get back to work, before someone notices I’m just hanging around your table.”
“Right, right, get back out there,” he says with a wave of his hand, not giving her an answer one way or another, about giving her a ride.
For a minute there, she almost forgot about needing to pee entirely, but as she turns to walk off, a sharp pang serves as a harsh reminder. She’s really pushing it here, and hurries back to the kitchen to check on her orders. When she sees that nothing for any of her tables is ready just yet, she decides to take the chance while she has it, and darts to the bathroom.
Fortunately for her, Zachary does not spot her or try to stop her, and as she closes the stall door behind her, she feels a spurt escape, and she knows that she really cut it close. She’s shaking as she hikes up her skirt and pulls her panties down, and as soon as she’s seated, she lets go with a sigh, glad that there is no one else in the room to hear it. Though the gush of her urine is so loud that she isn’t sure if her sigh would have been audible either way.
It feels great to be able to let it out after waiting for so long, and she’s sore from holding it, and so, so glad to be rid of that pressure now. She doesn’t regret waiting so long though, because if she hadn’t, she might not have been able to have that conversation with Mr. Marcum, and then he wouldn’t have said something to imply that he might want to take her out!
As she finishes up, she remembers the teasing look on his face as he flirted with her, the easy way he’d said it, and she bites her lip, squeezing her thighs together for an entirely different reason. She feels good just from emptying her bladder- really, after waiting like that, it was almost like finally having a really good orgasm- and thinking about him, about his smirk, about what they could possibly do, if they really did go out, leaves her somewhat turned on.
It’s time to get back out there, before anyone complains about her absence, so she washes her hands and hurries out, but for the rest of the night, all she can think about is what will happen if Mr. Marcum is really waiting for her when she gets off work. She gets even busier from that point on, so they don’t have a chance to talk when she brings him his check, and before she knows it, he’s already gone, giving her no opportunity to figure out if he was being serious.
For the rest of her shift, she can’t stop thinking about him, and now, rather than her desperation, has to try and conceal her arousal. Usually, the night goes by fast when she’s busy, but things seem to drag on painfully slowly, and by the time ten rolls around, she is ready to race out the door.
The first thing she does after clocking out, however, is return to the bathroom, to check her reflection and make sure that she looks as presentable as she can after a long shift. Her heart is pounding as she exits the restaurant, her legs a little shaky, but when she glances around the parking lot, she sees no motorcycles, and no signs of Mr. Marcum. She looks around for only a few minutes before giving up and walking home, realizing that he really must have just been teasing her.
Well, she should have expected as much, and should have known better than to get her hopes up, but because she did get her hopes up, now she has to take matters into her own hands. She’s still unbearably turned on, and before she can hope to sleep, she has to take care of that.
A/N: Alright, so, the next chapter probably won't have any actual desperation in it, as a warning, I think things start to pick up mildly in chapters 3 and 4, so if you're not into more drawn out stories, probably better to skip around or drop it entirely. Finally, here's the thread where I talk about my patreon.
https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/49550-zapps-fiction-patreoncommissions/
Edited April 26, 2019 by Zapp Renfro
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A/N: Here it is, the second chapter! Again, no actual desperation or wetting this go around, but soon.
About a week passes after Maiko’s desperate incident, and after she had gotten her hopes up about Mr. Marcum. She hasn’t seen him or heard from him since then, so she knows for sure now that she was just being stupidly hopeful. He isn’t interested in her, not really, and all of their flirting is just to pass the time, probably because he gets a kick out of teasing her, or something like that. She’s sure he would treat anyone else just the same.
Still, that doesn’t mean that her crush on him fades so easily, and she still can’t get his easy grin as he said he should take her for a ride out of her mind. That night definitely wasn’t the first time she fantasized about him while masturbating, but it stands out, and she feels unsatisfied even now, a week later. She supposes it is mostly just because of how close she felt like she got with him, but there is a voice in the back of her mind that keeps dwelling on how much it hurt, struggling to not piss herself in front of him, and how good it felt to finally let go, in the end.
It isn’t related, or, at least, she knows it shouldn’t be, but there is a part of her that can’t stop thinking about it, and there are times, while she’s pleasuring herself, that she catches herself thinking about it a little too much. She’s sure that it must be something someone out there is into, so it can’t be that weird, but her being into it is news to her, and definitely the weirdest thing she’s fantasized about.
So she tries to keep those fantasies as infrequent as possible, pushing the thoughts away whenever they pop up. She has enough to worry about with her impossible crush that just won’t go away, and even now, even knowing how impossible it really is, she still wishes that Mr. Marcum would stop by again. He isn’t going to ever actually ask her out, just tease her about it, but that’s fine; just getting to flirt with him is good enough for her, at least until she can find someone to distract her so that she can move on.
~X~
Working busy nights is never fun, even when she isn’t achingly desperate, and at least on that night, she had Mr. Marcum to make things more interesting. Time drags on, and she feels like the dinner rush will never end, and that the end of her shift will never come. It’s been a while since she’s been this busy, and a while since she really felt like she hated her job, but tonight, she comes close, often reminding herself that there is nothing stopping her from quitting on the spot.
But she manages to keep her head through the rush, and even has some time to breathe on the clock before her shift is finally over. By now, she’s in a terrible mood, and can’t wait to get home, maybe spend some time fantasizing about the previous week to unwind. Tonight, she wants to enjoy herself so badly that she decides she won’t even stop herself from exploring her potential interest in desperation, just as long as she gets a killer orgasm out of it.
She is so distracted thinking about it that she doesn’t notice him at first, standing in the parking lot. It isn’t until he speaks to her that she does; when he calls her name, she turns to see Mr. Marcum, standing in front of his bike with a second helmet in his hands.
“It’s a little late for you to be walking home by yourself,” he says. “I’ve been thinking about it since last week, and it just didn’t sit well with me. Want a ride home?”
“Mr. Marcum?” This isn’t a hallucination, is it? She hasn’t wished for this so much that she’s seeing things, right?
“You don’t have to be so formal, Maiko,” he replies, giving her that smirk she loves so much. “You’re off the clock, for one thing. You can just call me Isaac, alright?”
“I...I’d love a ride home, Isaac,” she says, stepping forward to accept the helmet that he offers to her. This is way too busy to be a hallucination, which means that it must be real, that Isaac is actually making good on his offer to let her ride with him. She wishes that she had been prepared for this, even though there was no way to know ahead of time that it would happen. At the very least, she could have done something to make sure she looked better, maybe straightening up a bit before she came outside.
But there’s no time for that now, and she puts the helmet on, hoping that she doesn’t look nervous. Isaac gets on his bike, telling Maiko to sit behind him and hold on tight, and she does as told. It’s hard to keep from shaking as she sits closer to him than she’s ever been, as she wraps her arms around his waist. She still keeps a little bit of distance between them, but Isaac chuckles and says, “You don’t need to be so shy.”
Maiko blushes, glad that he can’t see it, and tightens her hold, resting her face against his back. Oh, god, is this really happening? “I don’t live far from here,” she mumbles, though there is a part of her that wishes she lived much farther away, just so that this would last a long time.
“Just let me know the street, and when we get there I’ll go slow so you can let me know which building is yours,” he replies, and it isn’t long before he’s started up, exiting the parking lot and heading towards her apartment complex. For so long, she’s wanted to be this close to Isaac, and now that she is, she isn’t sure where to go from here, only that she doesn’t want to miss this chance.
Tonight, she’s going to get what she wants with him. They aren’t in the restaurant and she isn’t on the clock; he isn’t her customer anymore, which means there’s nothing to stop her. When they arrive, he parks and offers to walk her to her door, but she isn’t going to let things end there.
“Do you want to come in for a little bit?” she asks, sure that he can see what it is she’s really asking him.
“You know it’s a bad idea to let in men that you hardly know,” he replies.
It’s a weak protest, and she isn’t letting him off the hook that easily. “I already let you take me home, didn’t I? I don’t really see much of a difference.”
“Hmm, I guess that’s a fair point. Well, you know how bad it would like, right? For me to go inside with a girl as young as you?”
A few moments later, inside her apartment, Isaac has her shoved against the door, his hands tangled in her hair as he kisses her. Things have only just begun, but Maiko is already certain that this was well worth the wait, and everything it took to get her here. |
Author's Note - I am writing this as part of a story trade with @Mad Bladder. They provided a detailed outline - so this fic will be somewhat different from my usual jam. I will post short chapters, scenes, as they get done. The first few scenes don't really have much desperation, but I promise the good stuff will come 😉
PS - The story is set against the backdrop of a baseball game. I know zilch about baseball. So if you're a baseball fan, I beg your pardon.
Scene-1: I Need That Soda!
"Must we?" Paul whined, as Greg stood in his living room giving him a stern glance. Paul loved the man and all, but really, baseball!?
"We had a deal. I watch A Walk To Remember with you, you come to a baseball game with me."
Well, yes, there was that. But a local park baseball? With only hardcore baseball fanatics around? Ugh!
"I kept my end of the bargain." - Greg's voice was so deep and firm. Compelling. How could Paul ever say no to that?
"Fine, I'll go to the stupid game with you. Let me get dressed!"
Greg had that rakish smile on his face, the one Paul really really liked. Well, ok, he could deal with a little baseball for that smile.
"Hurry up, wouldn't wanna miss anything".
Paul hurried to his bedroom - what do people even wear to baseball games? Greg was in a light blue jeans and a white T-shirt, but it was too hot for a jeans in Paul's opinion. He put on his black shorts instead, the one which cutely accentuated his butt. May be that'll get Greg's attention!
They had been friends since freshman year in college - though they were as different as any two students could be. They had met at a gay bar, probably the only common attribute they had, and become fast friends. Quite a few moons later, they were twenty somethings with jobs in the same city, and still best mates. And somewhere along the line Paul had fallen hard for his friend. Neither of them had boyfriends at the moment, so why not? Well, if only Paul could tell Greg that.
Shaking his long mane of brown hair, he woke himself out of his reverie. He threw on his bright red t-shirt and slipped his feet in to his favorite blue flip flops, and then admired his lanky frame in the mirror. Well, that'll do. A quick visit to the en-suite bathroom, and he was ready to roll.
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"I want that", Paul was whiny again. Greg nearly rolled his eyes.
"You sound like a child"
"I don't care. If I have to watch a baseball game, I need that"
"Really? A monster soda?"
"Yup. One for me, one for you."
Paul was pouting now. Greg almost laughed at how cute he looked. He really should just go ask the guy out - but dating your best friend, well, it came with complications.
He sighed and bought the king size monster sodas as they entered the park and settled down near the top of the bleachers. The park was semi-empty today, may be a hundred people at most, they could see the houses on the left and the soccer field on the right. The players weren't out yet, so Greg looked around to see if there was anyone they knew.
"See, none of our friends watch these stupid matches!"
"Baseball isn't stupid Paul! It's actually fun, if you would just stop complaining and watch!?"
Paul was pouting again. Did he even know how cute he looked when he did that?
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Paul settled down, still pouting. No, he wasn't going to "give baseball a chance" thank you very much. But he had Greg all to himself for the next three hours, and his favorite soda, so life wouldn't be too bad. As the players entered the field, Paul was already enjoying the outing, chugging down the soda.
By the end of the first innings, Paul had finished his monster soda and made Greg buy him another from the lone vendor moving around the bleachers. He was watching baseball for him. He surely owed him some sodas! They continued their chit chat, as he stretched his skinny legs up on the empty seat below them. He could feel the soda trickling into his bladder, but he had a large enough one to not worry. He slurrped his drink noisily as Greg jumped up and down at some "particularly good bit of play".
As the second innings ended, Paul became aware of the growing pressure in his lower abdomen. His bladder was becoming really full. Well over a litre of soda would do that to a man. But unwilling to end his conversation with Greg, he decided to ignore it. He was barely aware of the need to pee, a 4/10 - he would pee at this stage if he were alone, but he could wait. He would be fine.
He casually crossed his long legs and continued sipping the remnants of his second king-size soda occasionally. No more chugging it.
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Greg noticed Paul's legs - crossed casually ahead of him. He looked pretty relaxed, but an hour after chugging that king size drink Greg's own bladder was pretty full. Paul had chugged two - could the leg crossing mean something more?
"Ugh! That soda is going right through me" Greg commented casually, hoping to draw a reaction from Paul. "I wish the toilets weren't all the way out near the gates. I wouldn't mind running out for a quick whizz, but we are not missing this game!"
"Yeah I know. I have to pay for my rom-com, right? Ugh! I know you actually enjoyed A Walk To Remember! Be a man and 'fess up"
Paul wasn't biting.
"Yeah, like I know you're enjoying this match. Isn't it awesome? Though I wish it were less eventful - I would be rushing to a loo right about now"
Greg baited the trap further. He wanted to know!
"How 'bout you?"
"I am bored. This is sports you remember?" Paul smirked
Greg rolled his eyes. Clearly, Paul wasn't biting. Which also meant he probably didn't need to pee at all. Paul did always have a large bladder. He decided to just enjoy their time together - they really hadn't found too much time to meet up lately.
But as the vendor came by again after the end of the fourth innings, Greg decided to give his luck a shove in the right direction ...
Edited April 27, 2019 by Mickey
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Scene-2: I don't want that soda!
"Here, you can stop sucking at that empty cup now"
Damn. Greg had bought him another king size soda. With two litres of heavily caffeinated monster soda already inside him and just half the game gone, he had not planned on drinking any more liquids. Much less yet another huge cup of heavily diuretic soda. His bladder was already uncomfortably full - nothing urgent yet, on the higher side of 5/10. His legs were still on top of the chairs in front of him, but they were no longer just casually crossed. He distinctly needed to press his legs together. Normally he would just get up and take a piss - but he really didn't want to leave Greg alone. Also, he knew Greg would whine about him missing the game - he had already said "no pee breaks", if not in so many words.
Though of course, he could take a pee break if he really needed to. But then, which 26 year old wants to admit they really need to pee, in front of their crush? Just admitting to a full bladder is bad enough at any time, as if he's a little boy. But admitting he needs to pee so badly he can't see out a 3 hour game? Hell no. He crossed his legs a little bit tighter. He'll be fine. Half the game was over anyway.
But it was getting more difficult to ignore his bladder. He had quite a large one, and he had peed just before leaving. He was sure he could wait this out. But he could really feel his bladder now, the urine trickling in slowly - if only he were interested in baseball! At least the game would have distracted him from his steadily filling bladder. Instead he was acutely aware of how it had been filling up, the urge to tinkle gradually becoming more and more insistent as the game wore on.
"Earth to Paul, earth to Paul"
Paul jolted out of his reverie. Greg was shaking the soda in front of him, the liquids sloshing about. Dammit. He squirmed a little to find a more comfortable position - he had always been proud of his mammoth bladder, but 2 litres of soda in less than 2 hours can be a bit much for anybody. He pulled his legs down and sat up straight - there, that reduced the pressure on his bladder. He took the soda and dragged Greg in to a conversation about some mad things they had got up to in college. He needed to ignore his rising need to pee. Somehow.
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Greg was happy enough to be drawn in to a conversation. The intensity of the game had fallen bit, and the intensity of his "make Paul desperate for relief" game had picked up. He noticed Paul sit up straight and lean backwards, his body relaxing a bit, as if giving his bladder room felt good. He uncrossed his legs and took a tiny sip from his cup.
They chit chatted for a while, Paul seemingly oblivious to his filling bladder. Around the midpoint of fifth innings Greg noticed Paul touching his abdomen, probably unconsciously, gently stroking it. May be he was starting to feel all the liquids finally? He was measuring his gulps now, like he really didn't want to put more soda in, without letting some come out. When he crossed his legs, one over the other, tight, with a rather panicky expression on his face, Greg knew. The plan was working.
Taking advantage of a lull in their conversation, while Paul crossed his legs the other way, Greg decided to change the topic to something more, interesting.
"You know, we should do a trip to Niagra Falls sometimes"
"What!? So random!?"
"No, I was just remembering my visit there. I went there when I was a little kid you know, with my parents. But I still remember the gush of the water. The sound it makes, as it rushes free - there is just so much flowing water. And when we went it was raining heavily, the spray from the falls mixing with the rain. Water was dripping all over us, split splat. It was just so nice"
"Uh huh" - there was a definite hitch to Paul's voice now as he gulped down a big mouthful of soda, and tried to find a more comfortable position. Greg could tell he was trying to be inconspicuous, but it was quite obvious - Paul was uncomfortably full now. And the images of water falls wasn't helping.
"Yeah, I really love water you know. Just splashing around in it. Or swimming in a river, while the water rushes all around you. But the best thing is a waterfall. Imagine so much water being held back, and then forcing it's way out. Such beauty! Such freedom too, finally getting to make it's way out of the rocks ..."
Paul distinctly groaned. Greg's attentive eyes caught the shiver that ran over his body, and the blush that spread over his cheeks, as he 'casually' pressed the soda cup against his crotch. For a moment Greg thought he would come right out and say he needed to pee, now. But he seemed to reconsider it, gulp a few times and then determinedly changed the subject.
Greg let him. That soda he had drank was making it's own way down. All that water talk wasn't exactly comforting for him either.
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By the beginning of the sixth innings, Paul knew he was in trouble. Serious trouble. He was still sipping on his drink, and he could feel each sip make it's way right through him and to his bladder. He could swear he felt the drink dribbling in to his bladder, and packing it up with the liquids. He wasn't in a crisis, not yet. He wouldn't be looking for a bush just yet if he were on a road trip alone - but he wasn't far from the point. 7/10 you could say.
Paul tugged the hem of his shirt nervously. A slight curve was developing on his abdomen, his bladder swelling out. He looked down at the half liter of soda still left and immediately pretzeled his legs, crossing them at the ankles too. He would hate pissing himself in front of so many people - mostly jocks that too. But he really didn't want to admit to a desperate need for relief. No, he wasn't that desperate yet. And he definitely did not want to talk to his crush about needing "the little boys' room". He decided to wait out the innings, and finish his drink. He'll see whether his bladder or his heart wins out after that.
Throughout the innings, he had to fidget in his seat, trying to get comfy. Halfway through, he couldn't afford to uncross his legs any longer - they needed to stay permanently closed, like his spinchter. He really really didn't want the rest of the soda, but Greg was encouraging him to finish and making jokes about people who wouldn't drink their soda for fear of needing to pee. That just brought out Paul's competitive streak, and made him down the soda. He regretted it the very next moment as a surge of need ravished his poor bladder. He could no longer deny it - he needed to pee. Thankfully the innings was just about to end. Perfect time to excuse himself to the bathroom.
He thought of all the ways he could say "I need to pee" and found each deeply embarrassing. But the pressure down there told him he really needed to excuse himself, and now. He pressed his things together, as he went through his excuses in his head.
"Hey Greg, I am very stiff - I need to take a walk". Nope. He would probably buy him another soda and take him on a walk in the opposite direction.
"Greg, I need a tinkle". Nope. Too embarrassing.
"Excuse me for a sec Greg. I'll just run to the men's room." Greg had already said he wouldn't let them miss anything! What if he just says "Nope, wait like a big boy?"
"Greg, I am bursting for a piss". Too damn close to the truth.
Thinking of all the ways to excuse himself was just making the urge worse. He sneaked a hand inside his pocket and gave himself a good squeeze. He really needed to take a piss, right now.
He will just have to make a run for it. Never mind excusing himself from Greg. He wants to pee, and NOW! His bladder was way too full.
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Scene-5: Game Over!
Paul could feel all the soda pushing down against his spinchter, begging for release. His legs were crossed tight, but that was hardly any relief. He squirmed around, trying to find a more comfortable position but that only jolted his bladder. All the liquids sloshed inside him, making his urge even worse. Fuck.
The pitcher was taking his time to walk up to the mound. Paul wanted to scream at him to hurry the fuck up. He would piss himself if he had to wait much longer. He looked around surreptitiously, looking for ways to escape his torture. He could just walk away, couldn't he? I mean, not like Greg was his dom or something. (Though he wouldn't mind that at all now, would he?) His bladder spasmed, urging him to make a run for it. But no, he did promise Greg he'll watch a match with him. He owed Greg. No, he must suffer through this.
Finally the pitcher threw the ball. The batter didn't even bother swinging. Ugh! Just great. As another wave of desperation washed over him, he put a hand through his pocket, and squeezed his dick shut. That just about kept it all in. He had never been this desperate in his life! He crossed his legs the other way - not like that helped, but it was something.
The pitcher threw again. Strike one. They took their own sweet time getting ready, fielders being repositioned. Paul was really freaking out now. A spurt had almost escaped his death grip. He bent forward at the waist and ground his crotch against the seat. He looked longingly at the soda cup. It was one of those monstrous ones. It would hold the flood inside him. Oh what wouldn't he give to just aim in to that, and let it all go! But there were so many people watching h!
He drew his legs up to his chest and hunched forward, rocking back and forth very gently. He was beyond desperate, and beyond humiliated. He was doing a pee pee dance in front of a whole baseball stadium. Ok, so may be a mostly empty baseball stadium - but it was still a whole lot of people. As another wave rocked his spinchter, he decided he would just get up and fucking go. The match was apparently delicately poised - Greg would surely not notice him slipping out!
As he put his feet down again, he caught Greg's eyes, looking at him with uncontrolled lust. Fuck. Was Greg actually enjoying this!? His dick twitched at the thought. Greg quickly looked away towards the field where the batter had just striked out again. However Paul was sure he was watching him from the corner of his eyes.
A sharp ache brought him out of his thoughts. He cradled his bladder - it was rock hard, packed tight with all the piss. The waistband of his short was digging in to his overfull organ. He tried pulling it up - but the pressure just shifted to a different region in his bladder. Shit, he was just about to burst. Just the thought of not being able to hold his urges brought a flush of color to his cheek. So what if he had been practically desperate to piss for an hour? He could do this! The game was just about to end!
He decided to concentrate on Greg, try and forget the other people probably watching his little pee pee dance. Paul closed his eyes, focusing on the memory of Greg's lust filled eyes. Heat pooled in his stomach, inspite of the sharp cramps and the dull ache that was his bursting bladder. He palmed his crotch, putting pressure directly on the base of his cock. Ah, that felt good. He leaned back to give his bladder room to expand and shamelessly pressed his groin against the seat, massaging it, hoping and praying for the match to end soon.
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If Greg hadn't been so busy staring at Paul, he would have noticed the home run that won the match in dramatic fashion. But he was far more interested in the drama beside him.
Paul was leaning back in his seat and crushing his dick against the chair, in an utterly desperate pee dance. His toes were curled inwards - the blue flip flops showing them clearly. It like like even his toes were trying to hold on to the edges of control. His red t-shirt had ridden up a little as he leant back, revealing the outline of his bursting bladder. Greg couldn't even imagine how badly Paul must need to relieve himself. His entire body was taut, at bursting point. Greg imagined Paul's black shorts getting soaked with pee, a little at first, a lot more later! He was becoming semi-hard just thinking about it. Fuck.
As the deafening cheers (and groans) went out around the stadium, Paul opened his eyes. You could tell he was in real pain, but he didn't immediately make a run for it. He squeezed his dick, declaring in a strangled voice "Finally! Can I fucking piss now?"
Was he asking for permission? This wasn't helping Little Greg's composure.
"I almost burst here while they took their time with the final play. I need to piss. Right now, or I'll be peeing all over these stands"
Paul stood up, and immediately bent double. He regained his composure with a few well placed squeezes and started waddling his way to the end of the empty row, towards salvation. Dick firmly clutched. He looked on the edge of despair, but about to make it. There was relief clearly written over his face, obvious how much he was looking forward to finally pissing. No, Greg couldn't let him go so easily - his bladder wasn't full enough to deserve relief just yet!
Greg reached out and pulled him in to a hug instead, with an arm around Paul's waist. He was screaming "We won, we won!" pretending like he hadn't heard a word Paul said. His fingertips were right over Paul's rock hard bladder - he could feel the tight little mound. He was tempted to press down on the bulge and hear Paul moan, but he resisted the urge - that would give the game away. Paul was squirming deliciously in his arms - that was enough. For a first time at least! And Paul's bladder was being tortured enough without any intervention. He would enjoy they the show ...
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Author's Note - The next few scenes might not turn up for a while. Real life is gonna get pretty busy, and it doesn't help that the next few scenes are even more out of my comfort zone than this has already been 🙂
So apologies, if I keep you waiting (so to speak) ... |
It was an extremely hot morning, and the sun was shining brightly down. The heat didn't seem to be bothering anybody as the line to enter into the local amusement park was snaking around the entrance. The park wasn't due to open for another half hour, but that didn't stop most of the town from showing up. The park opened up one of their newest rides, a roller coaster that was one of the fastest in the country, and one of the tallest as well. The announcement came out several months prior, and now it was finally time.
A young woman stood near the back of the line, anxiously waiting for the park to open. Her name was Olivia, and she was absolutely dying to ride the new roller coaster. Being a local college student, she lived close enough to visit the park often, and wanted to be one of the first people to experience the new attraction. She arrived slightly late however, and now had to deal with the exhausting heat, like everyone else. She was dressed for the occasion, wearing a tight workout shirt that showed off her upper body, and athletic shorts, as she waited in line.
Soon, the line began to start, and a sign came into Olivia's field of view. "No outside food or drink is allowed." She read to herself and sighed. She forgot the rule, and brought a bottle of water to keep herself hydrated in the heat. Not wanting to throw it away, she quickly downed the bottle, and tossed it in a garbage bin, as she checked her pass in, and was inside the park.
A rush of people made their way to the back of the park, and Olivia followed close behind. Being quite athletic, she was able to pass a few people, but by the time she arrived, the line was already overflowing the queue. She sighed and quickly boarded the line, which was not enclosed, and the beating sun, made Olivia sweat profusely. The park was well prepared, and vendors walked around, selling bottles of water. "I'll take one..." Olivia requested and quickly purchased it, as she began to take small sips from it, wanting to make it last as long as possible. She was quite relieved to find a vendor, not wanting to pass out, but not wanting to leave the line as well.
The queue continued to snake around, and eventually a sign came up. "45 minutes from this point." Olivia read and groaned slightly. The long wait would continue, and she had to stick it through. She had finished her water bottle, and was searching for another vendor. She didn't care how much money it cost, she wanted to stay on line. She observed several people leaving the line, due to the immense heat that was beating down on them. Suddenly, an employee came walking around with a cooler, and Olivia raised her hand. She purchased two bottles, and held the cold bottles in her hand, as she popped one open, and began to quickly down it.
Olivia gave no thought to the high liquid intake she was putting through her body. By now, she had downed one liter of water, and was quickly finishing up another half liter. She had just finished her third bottle when her bladder first started to show signs of needing to relieve itself. "Maybe I should've gone to the bathroom before...but then I would be further back..." She reassured herself, as she opened the fourth bottle, and started to drink. Olivia began climbing a set of stairs, leading up to the station. She was almost there!
Arriving at the platform, Olivia was extremely eager to finally get on the ride. She finished up the water bottle, and chucked them in the garbage bin, as she picked the line she wanted. Being an adrenaline junkie, she picked the very back, which had the most intense experience. The coaster's cars continued their loop, as the line in front of Olivia grew shorter, and shorter. Soon, it was her turn to enter, and she climbed into the car, and placed the lap restraint on. It pressed directly against her bladder, and a belt was tucked in between her legs. By now, she was becoming quite desperate, having downed two liters of water.
"As soon as I get off this ride...I have to find a bathroom..." Olivia muttered to herself, as she felt the pressure of the restraint, press against her achingly full bladder. The safety announcement finished, and the operator turned the key. The ride slowly ascended up the lift hill, but stopped at the very top.
"Attention...we are having some technical difficulties. Please remain still, as we attempt to solve the problem. Thank you for your patience." An announcement over the loudspeaker blared, as the train sat completely still. Olivia groaned slightly, as she could feel her control over her bladder begin to waver. It was well over four hours since she last used the bathroom, and she had drank a lot of water. Her legs began to quiver slightly, as she whimpered softly, hoping that the train would move, and she could get through the ride. The person sitting next to her was a young girl, roughly 17 or 18. She noticed Olivia squirming about, and looked over.
"Excuse me...are you alright?" She asked, and raised an eyebrow. "Me...oh...I'm alright." Olivia responded, a bit surprised to hear someone talking to her. She was trying to do anything to keep her mind off of her strong urge to relive herself. "You don't look alright..." The other girl said, and continued to eye her up suspiciously. Knowing someone was watching her, Olivia tried her best to not show her desperation, even throw it was growing by the minute. Eventually, the loudspeaker blared again. "Riders...we have fixed the issue, and your ride will begin shortly."
The train slowly moved, as it crested the lift hill and soon neared the drop. The riders began to scream, as the car descended down the hill, increasing speed along the way. Olivia screamed, but not in enjoyment. She could feel the speed and bumps have a heavy toll on her bladder, and as the car bounced along the track, she could feel herself leaking out slightly. Although it was covered by the restraint, small stains began to appear on her shorts, and she knew that it was just the start. The loop began to come up, and Olivia braced for the worst. As the train was inverted, Olivia yelped loudly, as she could feel herself lose even more control.
The train snaked through a few turns, and a few more loops, and the minute or so, felt like hours to Olivia. At every little twist, Olivia could feel her control slipping, and after what seemed like an eternity, the ride came to a finish, and arrived back at the station. The restraints lifted up, and Olivia quickly climbed out. However, getting out of the train proved slightly difficult, being low to the ground. She had to lift her leg up to climb, and Olivia yelped out, as her control finally vanished. Her achingly full bladder began to empty out, warm pee trickling down her legs, and hitting the station floor. People getting off the ride turned to her, and looked in awe, as this young woman began to wet herself. Some people looked in horror, while others tried not to laugh. But they were all staring directly at her for a solid minute, as Olivia's bladder finally emptied itself out. A puddle appeared on the station floor, and the young woman looked down in fear at the mess that she made. She couldn't believe that she had just wet herself! Quickly ducking down, she immediately ran for the exit, not wanting anyone to remember the incident on the new ride. |
Kara and her friends, Hannah, Jake, and Kyle, had just finished watching Avengers: Endgame. Most of them had made it through the movie no problem, but Kara had drank an extra large soda over the course of the first hour and needed to pee pretty badly.
She was a very attractive woman about 19 years old, with long dark hair. Today she was wearing a teal tank top and a short, skintight pair of pink spandex shorts, for it was a hot day where they were.
Once they were done, Hannah, Jake, and Kyle raced to the bathroom. Kara stood outside, trying not to look desperate.
After about a minute, her friends returned.
"Don't you have to use the bathroom after that big drink?" said Hannah.
"I don't like using public bathrooms," said Kara. "Plus, I don't have to go that bad." She just said that so they wouldn't be too worried about her, her bladder was pretty full.
They got into Jake's car and drove back. Hannah and Kyle's homes were closer, so the plan was to drop them off first.
As they drove, Kara fidgeted in her seat, feeling her bladder fill up even more from what she drank. She really didn't want to pee all over the seat of Jake's car.
First, Jake stopped at Kyle's house. Once Kyle was out of the car, they continued on the road toward Hannah's house.
Hannah was in the back seat with Kara, and noticed Kara fidgeting. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine."
"You look like you really need to go."
Kara blushed lightly. "Maybe I underestimated it. But I can hold it."
"I hope so," said Jake.
They hit a pothole, and Kara nearly lost it there. She crossed her legs and squirmed harder. She was in desperate need of a bathroom, but if she could just hold it for ten more minutes or so...
They reached Hannah's house, and Hannah got out of the car. Before she closed the door, she said "Thanks for taking us to the movie, Jake. And Kara, I hope you make it."
As soon as Hannah shut the door, Jake pulled out of her driveway and drove toward Kara's house at the speed limit exactly, not wanting to go slower than necessary, and not wanting to get pulled over for speeding.
"Maybe I should've used the bathroom there," said Kara, fidgeting and holding herself, trying to contain her very full bladder.
"Lesson learned for next time," said Jake. "And if you don't make it, I won't hold it against you, or make fun of you. In mean spirit, anyway, there might be some light teasing. I'd prefer not to clean the seat of my car, but it can be done."
"That's good to know." Kara felt less nervous, but she still really didn't want to wet herself here.
After an extremely long red light, which was agonizing for Kara, they finally reached Kara's house.
Kara got out of the car. "I'm still dry. Thank you so much, Jake, and see you tomorrow!"
"See you. Now get inside before you wet yourself."
Kara giggled slightly, and ran inside her house, feeling waves of pee sloshing inside her. Her bladder was overflowing and she was about to burst.
After removing her sandals, she ran into the bathroom, but instead of pulling her shorts down and sitting on the toilet, she climbed into the bathtub, and finally let go. She sighed in immense relief as her pink shorts darkened, and yellow waterfalls flowed down her legs in torrents. She loved this feeling so much, the warm wetness soaking her crotch and legs, and also the dirty feeling of doing something so naughty.
Ever since she got curious and peed her wet swimsuit in the shower, she had always had a thing for wetting herself, although of course she didn't want anyone to know. This was the real reason she had not used the bathroom at the theater, because she wanted to save it for a wetting tonight, and boy, was it worth it.
She peed for just under two minutes, and when she was done she sat in her yellow puddle and let out another sigh of relief and pleasure. She felt her wet shorts, and sniffed her hand, enjoying the pee smell. She took great pleasure in the state she was in and the naughtiness of it all. She had also enjoyed the desperation that came before, even though she was a little concerned she might not have made it to the bathroom, but at least she knew her friends wouldn't hate her if she did have an accident in front of them.
Once she'd had her fun, she rinsed herself off in the shower, without removing her outfit, which she then blow-dried. Her shorts still smelled a little of pee, and she liked it. Tonight she'd sleep in this outfit, then she'd take her morning pee in her shorts, shower, and change into something clean.
...
The next day, Kara met up with her friends at the park, wearing a clean pair of jeans and a black T-shirt.
"Did you make it?" Jake asked.
She was about to say "yes", since she did after all voluntarily pee exactly where she wanted to, but she felt a little more courageous, so she said "I wet myself in the bathroom." She blushed lightly.
"Well, at least no one saw it," said Hannah.
"Key in latch wettings are pretty common," said Kyle.
"I hope it wasn't too unpleasant," said Jake.
"It wasn't. The relief still felt good, and as Hannah said, no one saw it, so it wasn't super-embarrassing. All I had to do was shower and change, and it was all good. But I'd appreciate if you kept this between us."
"No problem," said Jake.
"Of course," said Hannah.
"My lips are sealed," said Kyle.
Feeling more daring, Kara said "If it's just any of the four of us at my house, feel free to tickle me on my way to the bathroom."
"Wow, really?" said Jake.
Kara blushed a little. "I mean, you already know I wet myself once, and I can expect some light teasing, so I know more wettings wouldn't hurt, as long as it's in my house and only in front of you. But don't expect me to do it deliberately or anything."
Jake suspected an ulterior motive, but pretended not to. "I'll keep that in mind."
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I know someone here wanted me to write a story of someone who is into omo, I never got around to it before but I thought I'd start now.
Edited April 28, 2019 by The Dark Wolf
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Although this story is primarily desperation and wetting, there are a couple of moments that include farting. To avoid putting you off if you're not into it, I've made the omorashi parts yellow and the farting parts green to make them easier to avoid.
Part One
Olivia was a curious girl, always wandering through the Magic Forest where she wasn't supposed to go. "There are dangerous things in there," her older sister would tell her, "you wouldn't want a wizard to cast a spell on you for trespassing in his home!" Olivia didn't listen, though. There were far too many wonderful things to see in the Magic Forest.
As she wandered gleefully through a path, she came upon a stream. It wasn't an ordinary stream, though, for the water ran a magnificent glowing blue. Olivia, who had become parched from walking for so long, knelt down and drank from the river. It was the best water she'd ever tasted! She drank and drank until her tummy was full and her thirst was adequately quenched.
"Stop!" she heard someone yell, "stop, stop!"
She looked up and saw a small bearded man with a long cane pointing at her. "You dare drink from my river? My magic river?"
"Oh, I'm awfully sorry," she said apologetically, "I didn't realize this river was yours!"
"Bah, that's what they all say! All want a taste of my splendid water, but it isn't for you! For that, you must pay!"
"But I'm only a girl! I've no powers or weapons! I'll leave now, and you'll never see me again!"
"Nay, no weapons, but you have prying eyes that saw the way to my magic river!"
"I'll never speak a word of it, I swear! I swear!"
"Hmm," the wizard stroked his beard contemplatively, "maybe you speak the truth, but you still have a belly full of magic water. That must come out. Okay, hold still." With that, the wizard shot a beam of golden light at Olivia. It stung a bit, but it mostly just scared her. She fell backwards into the grass.
"Hey!" she shouted, "what did that do?"
"You'll soon see, little girl. It will wear off in a day or two. Now begone with you!"
Olivia ran as far away from the river as she could. By then, it had begun to get dark, and her sister Emma would be wanting her home soon. She began the long way back. As she walked, the curious girl felt herself needing the restroom rather urgently. It wasn't too bad, but she picked up the pace. Not five minutes later, though, her hands had made their way in between her legs, and she was hoping she could make it home. She walked even faster. Ten minutes after that, she was hobbling as fast as she could through the forest, really needing a toilet. She needed to go so badly, but she wasn't even halfway home yet! She decided she couldn't wait and strayed from the trail to look for a good bush.
Once she found one, she began undoing her belt while hopping around from foot to foot. "Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee..." she was saying to herself, pulling down her pants to release her stream. Just at that moment, though, a Bush Gnome popped out, one of the many whimsical woodland creatures that reside in the Magic Forest. She'd never pulled her pants up so fast.
"What're you doing in my front lawn?" he demanded.
"I'm sorry!" Olivia said as she ran away embarrassed, urine sloshing around in her bladder. Now it was an emergency. She felt like she was going to leak at any moment! With both hands pressed hard into her girlhood, she frantically ran around the forest looking for an uninhabited place to do her business. The problem with that is that the magic forest is teeming with intelligent life, gnomes here and wizards there, eyes at every turn that Olivia doesn't want to see her peeing. While she was running, though, she began to leak, and she realized that she didn't have a choice. She yanked her pants down, fell on her butt with her legs spread, and released a torrent of pee, her belly thanking her graciously for the relief. Her head fell back and her eyes closed with bliss. When she looked down, she was surprised to see glowing blue streaming out of her privates instead of golden yellow. This must have been the work of the wizard.
She felt immensely relieved, but the experience had brought back some bothersome memories. As long as she could remember, it was a common occurrence that she would be absolutely desperate for a pee in the morning, but Emma would occupy the bathroom and make her wait. She would bang on the door and beg to be let in. Her sister found the whole situation hilarious and would purposely take as long as possible to come out. She would open the door to make it seem like she was going to come out, then slam it in Olivia's face when she came running. A few times, it had gotten so bad that she was forced to sprint downstairs and relieve herself in the yard. The last time she did this, though, her sister caught her, and she was subject to even more humiliation. After that, Olivia never even knocked on the bathroom door when she needed to go. She simply sucked it up and held it until the bathroom was available, doing her best to show as little desperation as possible. She got rather good at holding, too, so it was kind of a shock to have lost control so quickly.
That was what she thought about for the entire walk home, thankful that she wasn't around Emma when the curse had set in. By the time she reached her front door, though, she was already shifting her weight from foot to foot. She stepped inside and saw her sister reading on the couch.
"Hey," she greeted.
"Hey," Olivia responded sheepishly, making a beeline to the bathroom.
"You weren't in the Magic Forest, were you?"
"N-no," she said, stepping lightly in place.
"'Cause I can tell, you know, when you're lying." She stared Olivia in the eye. There was an unusual air of seriousness in her voice. "You weren't in the Magic Forest, were you?"
"I swear I wasn't!" A worried, guilty Olivia stood frozen in place, clenching her lower half trying to keep her water in. Finally, she said "I have to pee!" and ran to the toilet, which wasn't a lie. She really had to go.
She released a forceful stream of blue and left to her room, where she picked up one of her favorite books. She hadn't even gotten five pages in before she felt the familiar tingle in her abdomen again.
"What the hell?" she mumbled to herself. "That's it! Why do I have to go so often? It's probably an illusion or something. I don't actually have to go, I just think I do. I'm not gonna go until tomorrow morning!"
Thirty minutes after that declaration, she was having second thoughts. She struggled to stay concentrated on her book, having to reread pages two, three, even four times when her need took up to much of her mind. Her bladder felt like it was about to explode. She was forced to change leg positions every few seconds when the discomfort got to be too much. She gave up on reading and threw her book to the side, bringing her knees up to her chest. Her squeezing fingers and her burning urethra didn't feel like adequate protection against the ocean of pee inside of her. Illusion or not, she had to GO.
Olivia jumped up and ran to the bathroom, but to her dismay, it was closed and locked. Her sister must be in there.
As she jumped, squirmed, and squeezed herself, she felt small squirts of urine occasionally trickle out of her and dampen her underwear. She couldn't bring herself to pee in the yard again, but she had to do something. She twisted and contorted her legs to knock on the door.
"How long are you gonna be, Emma?" she asked sheepishly.
"You just went!" snapped her sister. "Leave me alone!"
Olivia groaned miserably and pressed her fingers in between her legs with all her might, struggling to keep dry. The poor, desperate girl was so full of liquid that she couldn't think. She spurted, then again, then again. Afraid of wetting herself, she ran into her room, dropped her pants, grabbed an armful of dirty laundry, and held it in between her legs. She relaxed, making a loud, hissing stream into the clothes. It didn't take long until the clothes were almost drenched and her bladder had been emptied enough so that she was no longer desperate. There was still a dull ache reminding her that she still needed to go, though, and not too long after that she was back to squirming around in uncomfortable agony. With both hands pressed firmly in her crotch, the bursting girl sprinted to the bathroom, hoping her sister was done. She wasn't. She jumped, squirmed, squeezed, and twisted for almost ten minutes before the leaks started happening again. Her already damp underwear was cold and sticking to her body. "Ohhh... I wish I'd never drank from that river!" she moaned, "I hate this stupid curse and I hate that stupid wizard!" Deciding she had no other choice, she held herself as hard as she could and sprinted outside, a small but constant trickle of urine escaping her. As soon as she was out the door, she yanked her pants down, squatted, and exploded a strong blue stream, her pee quickly puddling around her feet. She sighed blissfully, thankful that her house was secluded enough not to be seen, but she still felt twinges of embarrassment and hoped with all her heart that her sister wouldn't see her. She pulled her pants back up, feeling the cold dampness of her undergarments against her crotch and her butt, then went back to her room.
Olivia immediately changed into her pajamas. Later in the night as she lay in bed reading her book, rather tired, she suddenly noticed another dire need to pass water. She hadn't even realized that she needed to go. She rushed to the toilet and relieved herself, then went back to bed and fell asleep.
To be continued...
Edited April 28, 2019 by Quackduck
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Let me continue by turning more and more characters in a fandom into degenerates.
“At this rate you will be half-coffee, half-dragon in a few hours,” I said as I watched Anna down her sixth cup of steaming hot coffee.
Her eyes narrowed and her teeth blinked at me before she slammed the empty cup back on the table. “If you had even half the workload I managed yesterday, you would be too,” she hissed. “No. You wouldn’t even be done and sitting here waiting for the results, you’d still be trying to reconfigure the analyzer,” she said and raised her hand to order yet another cup.
Surely Anna had only agreed to this date because her analyzer hadn’t finished. Or because she enjoyed spending time with me, but she would never admit that. Maybe a mix of the two, her work always came first. So far this hadn’t been a date, but more of a mutual venting about work and angry coffee consumption, which in my eyes wasn’t a date at all.
“We should go somewhere different than the cafe,” I said as the waiter brought Anna’s seventh cup of coffee. She turned to stare blankly out of the window and ignored my question. I took a sip from my second cup of coffee. How Anna drank the equivalent of a whole weeks worth in a few minutes remained a mystery to me, especially since she wasn’t that much bigger than me.
“Somewhere else?” she asked, still motionlessly staring at the busy outside world, “On a Monday afternoon?” She turned back to face me. “And anyway, everywhere else is missing something crucial to me,” she said.
My mouth turned to a crooked smile. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll buy you a coffee to go.”
The hint of a smile played across her face, a first for today. “I am talking about the bathrooms, not even more coffee.”
I laughed. I should not have done that. Every hint of the earlier smile vanished and gave way to a dismissive stare.
“Oh yes, don’t mind me with my normal sleeping schedule and second cup of coffee,” she said and pointed at me. She shook her head and then emptied her new cup in a single go. Small clouds of steam curled up from her throat as she sat the cup back down. “Of course I have to piss like a doped flyer after downing seven cups of coffee you-,” she swallowed the last word of the sentence and reclined in her chair with a long sigh instead. “It was a long night at work,” she admitted in a calmer and more collected manner, “And waiting for the results makes me uncomfortable. It could be a life-changing discovery or just a string of numbers and letters meaning nothing at all.”
Anna worked too much and with too little breaks, no wonder she was always on edge. Talking to her was like running through a minefield while blindfolded and with two peg legs. But behind all of that I saw her other, more private, self. She kept it hidden behind her dismissive attitude and tendency to drown herself in her work instead. I just had to barge through the minefield first.
“All the more reason to go outside. It’s warm and sunny, so stop making excuses about bathrooms. You’ll work better when you are relaxed for once,” I said. “You should be careful though, you might catch some fun.” Her left eyebrow twitched in annoyance, or in caffeine-induced hyperactivity.
She didn’t answer me but grabbed a pen and napkin instead. Her hand slid across the napkin faster than I ever could. I tried to see what she worked on, but only got as far as seeing a few numbers that made little sense to me.
“I hate you, you know that? Stop persuading me to do things. But yes, let’s have some fun,” she said with a dangerously happy voice and crumpled the napkin to a pulp in her hand. “Life’s too short to not try something different once in a while, wouldn’t you agree? First you have to visit the bathroom or it would not be fair,” she added before I could even answer.
“Should I be afraid?” I asked as I gestured for the waiter.
“Depends on who wins,” she smiled and headed to the bathroom herself.
Adine arrived with the bill. “You should consider buying a whole can the next time,” she giggled and produced the bill; Coffee was expensive. “They are cheaper, although I guess it doesn’t matter too much to the human ambassador.”
I thanked her as I left and followed Anna’s advise to head to the bathroom myself. Not that I would’ve done any different before leaving. The two cups of coffee had done their part.
Heading back into the cafe, Anna was already waiting outside and tapping her feet. She gestured for me to follow. A part of my mind spelled out the word ‘Danger’ in huge red letters. After back alley dates and slaughtering sheep I was sure she was capable of anything if she wanted to. When Anna had decided on something you never knew what you got into and I loved her for that.
“Can I inquire about what you have in mind?” I asked.
“You can, but you can also follow me and figure it out yourself for once,” she said.
I shrugged and continued down the street. There was no point in asking her further questions. A few minutes later we stopped in front of a grocery store.
“Wait here,” she said and headed inside.
I did as instructed and stood alone in the middle of the rather busy street. A few weeks earlier I would’ve fled inside after her to hide from the eyes of all the passerby’s. But now I barely noticed them. I caught glimpses of red scales through the windows and after a few minutes, Anna returned with two heavy water bottles in her hands.
She shoved one of them into my arms. “Drink,” she commanded. I eyed the label and unopened top.
“It’s water,” she said, “So drink. All of it.”
The bottle held a good two liters of water, there was no way I could drink that in one go and why would I. Anna’s eyes told me that she would force feed me the bottle if I didn’t. She herself had nearly finished hers.
I opened the water bottle. “This is about me making fun of the bathroom isn’t it?” I asked and started to chug water. The water had room temperature and a strong plastic aftertaste, but under her hard gaze I managed to empty a quarter before I had to stop for a deep breath.
“Should I congratulate you for figuring out the obvious?” she asked.
“Yes, please,” I said sarcastically before continuing to swallow ungodly amounts of water. I knew this would end badly, we’d be on the hunt for a bathroom the rest of the afternoon and the coffee from earlier was already making itself comfortable in my bladder.
Anna watched me, without breaking eye contact, until I had downed the whole bottle.
“Now let’s see how much fun we can catch before one of us gives up or embarrasses himself in front of the whole town,” Anna said and gestured for me to lead us anywhere I wanted.
She thought she could prove a point by having me give up first. I would not give her that satisfaction, not after I had agreed to this stupid bet. I could’ve said no at any point, but I was pretty stubborn too.
My cockiness lasted until we reached the park thirty minutes later. I could feel my bladder resting heavy in my lower body. Looking at Anna, she showed not a single sign of desperation. But on the outside, neither did I.
“Well how about that coffee to-go?” Anna asked with a smile.
“A big one of course,” I said. I would win, even If I did feel my bladder filling with every step I took. Anna had downed so much more coffee than I did, there was no way she could hold on longer than me.
We walked through the park, sipping our coffee as slow as we could. Our conversations were a lot more pleasant after our focus shifted to not showing any signs of distress. I did my best to keep my steps straight and body relaxed. Anna’s steps however were a little off and I could see a small bulge forming on her lower belly.
“You do realize that you look like a pervert, staring like that?” Anna said.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice your eyes on me,” I said, “Too bad I’m wearing clothes right? How close am I to winning?”
She snorted. “Winning? We barely started. But, maybe, maybe we can continue this somewhere a little more interesting.”
Anna was desperate, I knew it. She never repeated herself like that. She was nervous and I was winning. An ice-cold needle struck my tiring bladder muscles as soon as the thought of being in the lead grazed my mind. I focused on not grabbing myself until the feeling passed.
“Somewhere a little more interesting?” I asked after I regained my composure, “What do you have in mind?”
“I could go for a movie. Sitting for two hours, having a big soda,” she said and grinned at me.
She was bluffing, so I accepted. “I haven’t seen any of your movies yet. Let’s go.” I grabbed her arm and turned around.
She resisted me and stopped. “There aren’t any good movies on right now. But, my apartment is a ten minute walk from here,” she said, reversed my grip and started to drag me towards her apartment.
My bladder yelled and throbbed at the rhythmic hell that were dragon sized stairs. They were that little higher and wider than human equivalents but that small difference was enough to drive me and my bladder mad. She did this on purpose I figured as we walked past the elevator doors, but I was winning this contest. Every step she took was followed by a little, barely noticeable shiver and her normally motionless tail twitched left and right. But she tried her best to hide it.
Her apartment was a sight to behold. Modern, with big windows overlooking the town and every piece of furniture looked like a strange designer piece. Only a lab coat thrown over a black kitchen chair showed that someone actually lived here. There was no personal touch to any of it, no pictures, no magazines or catalogs. Looking around a little more I spotted a display case with various awards and trophies. But it all felt as sterile as a holiday home.
“You are the first person to ever step inside of my apartment other than the maid,” Anna said and locked the entrance door behind us.
“Knowing you I would’ve expected a cave in the mountains,” I said and stared at the skyline.
“A cave doesn’t have a coffee machine,” she said and dragged me away from the window towards the wide orange sofa in front of a giant flat screen. She picked up the TV remote and threw it at me.
“You don’t keep much stuff around, do you?” I asked.
She stopped in front of the TV, her eyes darting towards another room. “You haven’t seen my bedroom. I don’t really use this apartment for much else. Now give me a minute,” she said and stepped into another room.
As soon as she had left I pressed my hands into my crotch to ease the tension. The first beads of sweat had formed on my face and my underwear had a tiny wet spot from the horror that was the staircase. The ocean inside me threatened to blew my dam wide open with every passing minute.
I only noticed Anna’s return as a cold metal bracelet closed around my wrist with a click. I turned in terror and saw Anna handcuffing me to the wooden armrest with a futuristic looking pair of handcuffs. She than sat down on the other end of the sofa and did the same to her left arm.
She smiled as if she had won and threw a tiny remote controller at me. “This will release the handcuffs and brand you the loser. And if you dare to violate the virtue of my expensive sofa I’ll have your skin,” she said.
I fumbled with the handcuffs. They were real and I was about to lose it. Cold beads of sweat sat on my neck. I turned back to her. She looked fine at the first glance. Did she cheat when she stepped into that other room for a second?
Anna grabbed the TV remote I was still holding onto. She zapped through the various channels until she had found something horrible; an ocean documentary. She slumped down on the sofa with her legs spread wide open as if nothing bothered her. Not even my glances, she wore no pants after all.
“Why do you own two pairs of handcuffs?” I asked and wiggled my cuffed arm as if to wave to keep my mind off the massive amounts of clear blue water shown on the flat screen.
“Because I am into hardcore bondage,” she answered with a straight face. I played with the thought in my head. It wouldn’t be too far fetched. But right now I would’ve picked any thought that would keep me distracted from my bursting bladder. The red button on the remote labeled release allured me in more ways than one. “Our lab designed these prototypes for the police but they never used them. So I took them.”
“Are you sure it’s not the former? You are drooling,” I said. Anna wiped her mouth with her free hand and noticed that she wasn’t. “You are a pervert,” she stated and clenched her legs together. Maybe because of shame, but I doubted that. She only pretended to be winning.
“Coming from the one who seems to enjoy this,” I said and swallowed the last word as a spurt of hot liquid soaked into my underwear. Than another. Not like this, I couldn’t lose right now. I clenched my muscles with all my willpower that I could muster and the spurts stopped, if just for a few more seconds.
Anna tried to hide her predicament, but I noticed and couldn’t help but enjoy it. I felt a familiar heat and pressure rising in my pants as I watched Anna’s near silent squirming. I really was a pervert.
A numbness spread in my lower belly. I’d wet myself on her couch in a few seconds and I knew. My hands were shaking and my muscles burned as they tried to keep the flood inside, but a new spurt found it’s way into my pants and it didn’t stop. More and more drops made their way past my sphincter as the numbness took over. By now the spot was clearly visible to me. Anna hadn’t spotted it yet.
It was too late and I pressed the button. With a metallic click the handcuffs unlocked. “I win,” Anna said and rubbed her two free arms together. Her face twisted in pleasure or pain as she moved off the sofa. Judging by her shaking legs she was close to her limit too. But that didn’t matter anymore, I had lost the bet.
“Release me, or your, sofa-” I watched in blank horror as Anna threw her remote into the kitchen with the flick of her wrist. “Whoops,” she said and smiled.
“You bitch,” I said through clenched teeth and stifled a laugh. “You planned this didn’t you?” I pulled at the handcuffs to no avail as my bladder failed me.
Anna stepped up to me with a never before seen grin on her face. “Was this not the kind of fun you were talking about?” she asked and her hand slid up my shirt and onto my bladder. She did not add any pressure, but instead moved her hand up and down my belly.
The only warning I got was a flicker in her eyes. Her hand pressed down on my rock hard bladder and I yelled out in surprise as a torrent of piss shot into my pants. My bladder screamed in pain as every last fraction of resistance was wiped from my muscles. I gave into the blissful feeling of relief, stuck in a never ending relaxed outcry.
I felt as the puddle crept up my back and down my legs. The warmth was equally disgusting and the best feeling in the world and it continued to spread even as a curious dragons hand reached down into my pants. The monotone sound changed from a patter against heavy fabric to the dull thud of my powerful stream hitting her hand. She didn’t remove her hand, but pushed and directed my stream into different directions inside of my pants. Her other hand stroked her own private area. Her playful eyes watched my squirm at the touch of her hand and her tongue slowly crossed over her lips.
After a minute of pure bliss my stream died down and I slumped down in exhaustion. My damp clothes clung to me and grew colder by the second. I had lost to her.
Her face twisted to a wicked grin. “Do not think I’m done with you,” Anna said. She jumped onto the sofa and positioned herself above me.
“Anna?” I asked. Her legs spread further apart and revealed her quivering privates to me. She grabbed me by my shoulders and stared me straight in the eye.
“Anna!” I yelled. She smiled as the tension faded from her face. “AnAHHH” A slight trickle hit my pants but then her stream became a raging river pelting against my stomach. The acrid smell hit my nose and pictures flashed through my mind, pictures that could not be mine. Fuzzy and blurred like they were I could make out a yellow shape and the same smell. I was dragged back to my unfortunate reality as Anna aimed a little higher and her stream drummed against my panting chest. Wet and hot the puddle pooled on top of my shirt. Her face was stuck between pure bliss and a victorious smile. Her grip on my shoulders lightened with every second.
“Ohh,” Anna moaned, “I soo needed this.” Her stream died down and with a jerk the last spurt shot straight past my head, over the sofa and onto the floor.
Anna collapsed on my body. She was heavy, but somehow not as heavy as I had expected. She trapped the heat and puddle between our two bodies and purred softly. Her backside wiggled against my privates. I could not remember the last time I was this aroused and Anna noticed with a playful grin.
“Pervert,” she whispered and got back up on her shaking legs.
“You are a bad girl Anna,” I said as she turned around and offered me a great view.
She laughed. “We’ve barely started and we got the whole night. Sleep is overrated anyways.”
“We’ve got coffee for that,” I said. My free hand brushed over the drenched sofa. “But I think we ruined your sofa.”
“Who cares about the sofa, I have something better to sit on,” she said and lowered her private area onto my face.
“Anna-” My words were muffled as I talked into her privates. A low moan escaped her as our lips met. I would not have thought that today would end like this. None of this would go in any record of mine, ever. “Stop talking and enjoy your share of fun. It’s a rare treat,” she said and struggled to remove my belt. |
Premise: An alpha of unspecified gender is making their male omega hold his pee all through their sexual activity. The omega really has to go but he is really into his alpha dominating him and torturing his poor little bladder, so he submits....
All you need to know about this variation of omegaverse is that male omegas have a vaginal opening between their penis and anus. Instead of testicles, they have kind of a large, fleshy vulva area, a bit more pronounced than a real world female vulva. Female alphas (if that's what you read the alpha as) have an anatomy that typically resembles women in real life, but they're a bit taller, and when aroused, their clitorises extend to penetrate- and because they're alphas, they're BIG and they can knot. Male alphas (again, if that's what you read the alpha as) are your standard omegaverse male alphas. Big dicks, knotting and whatnot.
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"Just keep sucking"
The omega did as his alpha commanded from his kneeling position. His bladder ached for relief but nonetheless, he continued to service his alphas hard, pulsating length. With his hands, he squeezed on his own little omega cock through his pants between his legs, fidgeting as he did so. He was trying to ease his dire need to piss. Despite his desperation though, he was awfully aroused. His opening was throbbing and wet, while his dick was stiff between his fingers.
"Just like that.." the alpha let out a low moan as they began to move their hips back and forth, dominating their omegas mouth and throat, "take my cock..."
After several minutes of thrusting, pleasure, growing arousal and an increasing need for bladder relief, the alpha pulled out entirely and stepped back.
"Stay," they commanded with a sadistic smirk.
The omega whimpered but obeyed, as he squeezed himself tighter.
The pair was outdoors, in a rather secluded area. They were on a camping trip to get some alone time.
Stepping back just a few feet, the alpha adjusted their clothing appropriately before letting out a powerful stream of hot piss. It was the early evening and the weather was cool, so you could even see steam coming from it. The alpha moaned in relief and pleasure as they continued their extremely long and hard piss, greatly teasing their omega who wasn't yet allowed to set free his own stream. The alpha was still very much erect and even had the tiniest hint of a knot forming. The omega wondered if he was in for a good, hard fuck after this. As much as he desperately had to go, his arousal was strong and ever growing, and he was hopeful to have it relieved by his alpha.
His question was answered as soon as the alphas stream finally started to die down.
Kicking their pants away completely and quickly removing the rest of their clothes, the alpha was quick to get their omega on his back, quickly removing his clothes also, hungry to be inside of him.
The omega was panting, both with arousal, and the dire need to let go of his pee. The hands squeezing his penis were replaced by just one of his alphas. They just squeezed the tip between their thumb and forefinger to keep his straining urethra from leaking out any fluid.
With one hard thrust, the alphas huge cock was all the way inside their omegas dripping wet opening. The omega gasped in shock at how sudden it was. The alpha, still pinching his tip, leaned down to suckle his neck as he began thrusting back forth, quickly picking up pace.
The omegas bladder could hardly take the pressure of being fucked. His alpha pressing their body down into his wasn't helping, nor was the increase in speed and their growing knot; but as much as it hurt, it felt incredible. The more his alpha thrust into him, the more he needed to be filled with their knot, and with their hot cum; but GOD did he desperately need to release his bladder! The pressure of what was happening was already agony; being stuffed full with a swollen alpha knot and filled with their cum was a terrifying thought, and right now, there was nothing this omega wanted more.
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So this is what I've written of this so far. I wrote it originally a few years ago when I was really into omegaverse- I do still enjoy it; I was just more into it back then after first discovering it. Its funny though, because this story takes place between a male omega and an alpha of unspecified gender when usually, I'm more into f/f stuff. Anyway though, I remembered this story and decided to have a go at rewriting it, because I've started writing again, which is something I haven't done in a while. Specifically, I want to start doing erotic short stories. I think it would be really cool to make little digital books out of them, with some accompanying artwork, and with my background in graphic design, I can lay them out to look really nice as well. I'm not a particularly great writer, but I'm certainly not bad, and I think they would make some good editions to my Etsy store 😁 hehe
Anyway, what do you guys think of this one so far? I'm also working on a piece where a forty year old psychologist tries to spice up her sex life by joining an anonymous sex club and encounters a younger woman who gives her the best orgasms she's ever experienced- it's actually turning out to be longer and have more exposition than I was originally planning, but I'm enjoying it nonetheless- that ones not an omo piece though hehe |
A young Octoling looked out of the window as all the buildings seemed to go by.
Nobody...Not even she...knew her name. But most of her friends called her "Eight".
She's an Octoling that lost her memories after entering the Deep Sea Metro while on her way to "the promised land". The only thing she remembers is that she used to live underground among other Octarians and that she decided to make her way to inkopolis after hearing a song known as Calamari Inkantation.
1 month has passed since she made it to inkopolis. And she's been spending that month starting a new life.
"Next Stop: Inkopolis Square!" The train announcer said. Eight smiled and got up from her seat.
A minute later, the train stopped and Eight got off. She looked around the station. Multiple Inklings and Octolings could be seen chatting with each other.
When Eight initially arrived at Inkopolis, she was surprised to see the amount of Octolings that had already made it there. Even more when it seemed like the inklings were getting along with them just fine.
But then she learned that when Octolings started moving to Inkopolis, the Inklings thought they were just Inklings with exotic hairstyles.
Eight chuckled and made her way to the stations exit. A few minutes later,she made it to the square.
Upon arriving there,she felt a familiar urge in her abdomen. She had recently reached level 10, wich meant she was finally allowed to participate in Ranked Battles. She was so excited to participate that she left her apartment early and forgot to use the bathroom.
Eight headed towards the Deca Tower and thought that she'd have a chance to use to bathroom there.
She entered the tower and headed towards the receptionist counter.
"Hello there! I would like to participate in Ranked Battle please." Eight said.
"Are you level 10?" The receptionists asked.
Eight nodded and pulled out her pass. The receptionist took a closer look at it and nodded. The receptionist returned the pass and pointed eight to the door that lead to ranked.
"Oh,Before i leave...Can you point me to the restrooms?" Eight asked with a nervous smile.
"Sure,Just head to the left of that hallway." The receptionist instructed.
Eight nodded and thanked the receptionist while walking away from the counter. She followed the directions she was given and quickly found the restrooms. Unfortunately for her,there was a line of girls in front of the door.
Eight sighed and headed to the ranked battle entrance. The door opened and revealed a monitor with two pictures on it; one of Wahoo World and one of Port mackerel. Above those pictures was an icon of a tower with "Tower Control" written next to it.
Eight touched the Port Mackerel picture and the floor below her transformed into a launchpad.
She transformed into her Octopus form and with the help of the launch pad,Super Jumped towards her destination.
5 seconds later,Eight landed on a pink spawn point. She reverted back to her humanoid form and looked around. She was the only one on the map right now. She pulled out her phone and texted her friends.
"Hey! I'm at Port Mackerel right now. Where are you guys?" She typed. She then sent the message and waited for a response.
5 minutes passed and she still didn't get a response. To make matters worse,her need to pee had increased while waiting. She put her phone in her pocket and looked around. There was still nobody in sight,so she grabbed the waist of her pants to relieve herself. Right as she was about to pull them down however,3 icons appeared on the Spawn Point.
Eight quickly let go of her pants and stood upright. A few seconds later,3 inklings landed in front of her. A green haired inkling girl,who Eight called "Three" approached her.
"Sorry we're late,Four saw some new shoes at Shella Fresh and insisted we buy them before the match." Three said as she pointed at the Yellow Inkling,Who sheepishly scratched her head.
The hair of the Inklings then changed to pink while they grabbed their weapons. Eight sighed and got her undercover brella ready.
"Alright,Are you all ready?" Three asked. Eight was standing behind her teammates with her legs crossed as she waited for the match to start.
"Ready?..............GO!!!"
The match started and the team wasted no time making a path of pink ink to swim in. Eight followed her team,but was lagging behind because of her bladder. Eight hid behind one of the containers and peeked from behind it.
WE TOOK THE TOWER!
Four was currently standing on the moving tower while Three and the other Inkling were hiding in their ink and following her.
Eight looked at the spot she was on and blushed.
"Nobody will notice....right?" She said to herself. Before she could reach for her waist whoever,a couple of ink shots landed next to her. She peeked from behind the wall and saw another Octoling firing at her. Eight came out of her hiding spot and opened her brella to block the inkoming shots. She then pulled the trigger and fired 3 shots of ink at the Octoling. The Octoling exploded and a ghost flew out of his body.
Eight eight closed her brella and placed her free hand between her legs.
"WE'VE REACHED CHECKPOINT 1!"
Eight transformed into her Octopus form and swam to her teammates.
Upon arrival close to the location of the Tower,Eight quickly exited her ink and reverted back to her humanoid form. She then hid behind a wall and dropped her umbrella to place both her hands between her legs.
Her need was urgent now and she was sure that somebody would catch her if she attempted to relieve herself right now.
"WE'RE PAST CHECKPOINT 1!"
Eight peeked from behind the Tower and sighed as the Tower started moving again. And the smile vanished as quickly as it appeared when four got splatted by someone.
One of the opposing teammates got onto the tower and he was holding an Aerospray. The Tower started moving in the opposite direction.
Eight grabbed her brella and rushed out of her hiding spot. The Aerospray wielder saw her and started firing at her. She opened her brella and blocked the shots. But because of the fast firing rate,her brella ended up breaking. She yelped and quickly swam away before any shots could land on her.
She then got out of her Ink and started firing at the Inkling on the tower. All while making sure she didn't get too close to it. Some of her ink landed on the Inkling, but it wasn't enough to splat him.
Suddenly,The inkling exploded. This caught Eight off-guard and caused her to let out a spurt. She quickly crossed her legs and placed her free hand between her legs. She then looked up and saw Three standing on a container with a charger in her hand.
Eight quickly stood upright and gave three a thumbs up. She then inked the tower and swam up to it.
The tower started moving again and her brella was fixed after a few seconds. Eight placed a hand between her legs and started fidgeting. She was very close to her limit and she was hoping she could reach the goal already. Luckily for her.....
"WE'VE REACHED CHECKPOINT 2!"
Eight smiled and looked around. Unlike the first checkpoint, she didn't have to wait as long for the tower to start moving again. 5 second passed and....
"WE'RE PAST CHECKPOINT 2!"
The tower started moving again and Eight could already see the goal. Unfortunately,she also saw the same Aerospray user from earlier respawning. The Inkling wasted no time swimming towards her and firing at her.
Eight quickly took cover behind the pole in the middle of the tower. Unfortunately,it didn't do much to block the shots and some ink ended landing on her. Eight opened her brella and started firing at the Inkling. The Inkling then swam towards the tower and managed to get on. He then fired at Eight,who still had her brella open. And like last time,her brella broke because of the firing rate.
Eight quickly got off the tower and placed a hand between her legs. She quickly swam away and hid behind a container. She peeked from behind a container again while fidgeting. The tower was once again moving in the opposite direction.
Suddenly,Eight's hair started glowing. Eight gasped and smiled; her special weapon was ready. She left her hiding spot and swam towards the moving tower. She jumped out of her ink and looked at the Inkling. He was currently busy dealing with her team trying to hold him back.
Eight saw the chance and quickly swam up to the tower. She then performed a huge leap while her fist started glowing.
The Aerospray inkling turned around and his eyes widened in horror as he realized what was about to happen . He tried to jump of the tower,But it was too late. Eight's fist made contact with the tower and created a huge explosion of ink. This explosion splatted the Aerospray user.
The tower started moving towards the goal again. Eight got up and put her hands back between her legs. She then starred at the goal as the tower slowly got closer to it.
"C'mon...please!" Eight said to herself as she could feel another spurt escaping.
The tower stopped moving....
"GAME!!!"
Eight smiled and got off the tower.
"The winner is.....TEAM PINK!!"
Eight smiled and spun her Brella. But the spinning was interrupted by her bladder giving her a reminder.
A minute passed and eight was back in the Deca Tower. Once the entrance to Ranked opened,Eight made a mad dash towards the restrooms.
"Excuse me! Coming through! This is an emergency!" Eight said to each Inkling and Octoling she ran past. To her delight,the line that was in front of the door when she arrived was gone.
Eight entered the bathroom and then kicked a stall door open. She then turned around and locked the door. She quickly pulled down her pants and sat down. As soon as her rear made contact with the seat,a stream of pink urine jetted out of her body.
"Ah......Ahhhh...." Eight moaned as she started feeling more relaxed. Her mouth hung open and her eyes shut as the feeling of relief overwhelmed her. She opened her eyes and looked at her panties. There was a pink stain visible in the middle.
After what seemed like a minute,her bladder was completely empty.
Eight got up and pulled her panties back up. She didn't bother wiping as her panties were already wet. She shivered a bit because of the contact and turned around to flush the toilet.
She exited the stall and headed to the sink to wash her hands. Because inklings dissolve in water, they used a special transparent ink to wash their hands or take showers.
Eight left the restroom with a smile. She then headed back to the entrance where her team was waiting. |
Tinkle in the Moonlight
Dragalia Lost fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Sake and Biku for real-time editing
(A/N: This story was an experiment in which I had viewers inside the document watching as I wrote. As a result, I was able to stay focused and get much more written in a single sitting than I could usually muster by myself, while also getting live feedback on my writing.)
“Nnngh…”
A light groan disturbed the quiet of the tent as the tiny fairy Notte stirred awake. She didn't know why her body decided to wake her in this moment, but she wasn't pleased with it. Sitting and letting out a yawn, she brushed her disheveled pink hair out of her half-shut eyes. No need to fully open them; the lack of light mixed with the symphony of cicadas in the forests outside told her it was still the middle of the night.
As Notte sat there, memories of a camping trip with the royal siblings played in her mind. It had been fun, but it was hard to appreciate right now when all she wanted was to fall back asleep. She lied back down and pulled up the hand towel that served as her blanket, intending to do just that.
But only a second after Notte closed her eyes, they popped right back open. Her brain had woken up enough to become aware of a stronger, more pressing need.
Ooh, I need to tinkle. Notte turned on her side and twisted her legs together underneath her blanket, feeling the weight of her bladder uncomfortably shift. She had neglected to visit the little fairy's room before retiring for the night, especially after enjoying some lovely cider in a thimble after supper. Her small frame meant an equally small bladder, and it was stretched well beyond what it normally carried.
Sitting back up, Notte took to the air and floated towards the tent flap, ready to answer nature’s call and get back to bed. She pulled it open, and immediately came to a stop at what she saw, or rather, didn’t see.
It was dark. Not completely black thanks to the stars above and her eyes having adjusted, but dark enough to make her heart flutter. Out in the middle of the woods late at night was no place for a fairy, especially one that would have her guard and underwear down. They may have been within the safety of the Sacred Shard keeping fiends at bay, but that still left quite a few animals that would gobble her up without hesitation.
“N-Nope!” she silently voiced, shutting the flap and floating back to her blanket. With that option off the table, she would just have to go back to sleep and deal with it in the morning. No fairies on the menu tonight!
At least, that was the plan. As the minutes dragged on, she eventually realized that no matter how tightly she shut her eyes, squirmed underneath the blanket, and tried to think of anything other than how lovely the feeling of release would be, she was never going to get any shuteye like this. Even if she did, there was still the very real possibility that she would wake to a very wet blanket and a teary-eyed explanation to Zethia, her tentmate for the trip.
“Uuggghh…” Notte sat up, her hands pressed between her twisted legs. She could only see one way out of her predicament that didn’t lead to a trip to the creek for emergency laundry, and she was curled up underneath her own blanket, enjoying a peaceful dream of her own.
Notte floated up to her head, seeing how peaceful Zethia looked in her sleep. Even here, she wore a smile, as much to express her contentment as it was to hide the pain of a troubled life. For a moment, Notte thought to leave her be, but a sharp pang from her bladder convinced her otherwise. Sorry, Zethia, but a fairy’s gotta do what a fairy’s gotta do!
“Hey, Zethia?” Notte reached out and prodded her face. As it turned out, a little fairy’s hand was not quite enough to wake someone in deep sleep, for she didn’t stir a bit. “Zethy, please!” Notte whined, giving a few good slaps to the girl’s cheek.
“Mmm…?” Zethia’s brow furrowed before her eyelids parted. Like Notte, her smile had dropped away from the annoyance of being awoken at night. She rolled over, seeing the silhouette of a fairy in front of her. “W-What’s wrong, Notte?” she mumbled, rubbing her cheek.
“Uh, well…” Notte put a hand behind her head. She had not quite thought out how she was going to put this. As blunt as she could be, especially with Euden, it was a bit more difficult when it concerned some embarrassing personal matters. She tried again, unable to look her in the eyes. “So I, um, might need to, er, gotothebathroom…” Her voice petered out.
“You what?” asked a still-groggy Zethia.
“I need to tinkle!” blurted Notte before shutting her mouth and giving a red-faced smile.
“Oh.” Zethia’s eyes fully opened. “That sounds unfortunate. Um, I’m sure no one would mind if you went behind a bush right outside.”
“Um, that’s not the problem,” said Notte.
Zethia raised an eyebrow. “Then what is?”
Notte hoped that Zethia couldn’t see her face growing beet red as she spoke. “Well, it’s just that this forest has some, er, very big animals, and I’m, uh, not very big. I don’t wanna turn into their midnight snack, you know?”
“Ah! I’m sorry, Notte. I wasn’t thinking about that.” Already, Zethia’s caring side was waking back up, heralded by her compassionate smile returning. “Do you want me to walk with you and keep an eye out?”
Bingo! “Pretty please? It’s already pretty bad,” she asked, wiggling her hips and flashing Zethia a pair of pleading eyes.
“Of course I will. I’d never let you down.”
Already, Notte felt a weight lifting from her back, if not her bladder. “Th-thanks a bunch! You’re a real life-saver,” she replied.
Notte flew back as Zethia pulled her covers off, revealing her hip-length blue nightgown as she sat up. “Hmm?” Suddenly, her smile went away, looking as though she just remembered something unpleasant.
“Wait, what’s wrong?” Notte asked. Please don't back out now!
Zethia looked at her with a more sheepish smile than before. “It’s nothing. We should get moving.”
Notte raised an eyebrow at Zethia while she crawled to the flap and climbed out of the tent. She was about to press the issue, but her bladder made its own pressing issue known first. Questions could come after she had watered a blade of grass or two.
Notte flew through the flaps and into the night air. A cool breeze greeted her, ruffling her own nightie, a gown that changed from white to light green as it went down to just past where it needed to cover. This meant her arms, legs, and feet were exposed, sending a chill down her body that made her legs squeeze tighter to hold back the impending trickle. “Ooh, let’s hurry and find a spot please!” She punctuated with a worried moan.
“Mmm, I agree. This cold is quite unpleasant,” said Zethia, who had as much skin to show as Notte. She tapped her bare foot as she looked around for a good spot. “I say we go over here,” she said, pointing towards a small trail where the moonlight shone through the gaps in the trees.
“S-Sounds good to me!” Really, any path sounded good to her as long as they didn’t encounter any wild creatures.
In silence, human and fairy alike traveled through the woods. Notte was quite thankful fairies were blessed with wings, for this meant she could keep her legs together and hands pressed onto her groin while she made her way. Knowing relief was soon made her bladder feel that much more impatient, wanting to get on with it before her legs and elsewhere became very warm and then very cold.
After a minute, the girls came across a small clearing with a sizeable boulder. It was well-lit from the stars and moon above, plus the rock would give them something to put their backs to, in case of wild animals or, even worse, boys.
“Will this do?” asked Zethia.
“It’ll have to. It’s gonna come soon whether I like it or not!” Just as she said this, Notte went rigid as an itty-bitty drop made its way out of her and into her underwear. “Eep! Yep, it’s tinkle time now!”
Notte wasted no time in flying behind the boulder, which was thankfully devoid of living creatures and also gave her protection from the night breeze. Once she heard Zethia’s footsteps following her, she went straight to work disrobing. Lifting her gown, Notte grabbed her light-green panties, containing only a millimeter-sized wet spot, and pulled them down to her knees while lifting her legs up, looking as if she were sitting in mid-air. With her wings keeping her stable, all she needed to do now was let nature happen.
It only took a couple seconds for the first drips to fall from her, so small that even she wouldn’t have known they were there if she hadn’t felt that part of her growing wet. More quickly followed as she relaxed, building into a light trickle, then into a powerful stream before breaking back up into a tiny rain on the dirt below. At least, it was a strong stream for a girl of her size. To anyone else, it was more like a faucet turned on just slightly enough for the water to fall as a continuous trickle.
Her pee was a little different than water from a faucet, however. As it fell, the tinkle sparkled in the moonlight, creating a strangely dazzling sight if anyone was there to witness. Indeed, it was something only a handful of people knew about and even fewer understood the reason why, since asking to watch a fairy relieve themself typically resulted in said fairy quickly flying away in disgust.
At that moment, Notte didn’t care if there had been an entire crowd watching her. Once her floodgates had fully opened, she became lost in the tingly, soothing relief of a shrinking bladder, closing her eyes and smiling wide enough for her fang to show. She was so absorbed, she didn’t notice that she was steadily drifting closer to the ground, having not paid any attention to her wing flaps. Her urine gradually went from erratically hitting everywhere below her to concentrating on a specific point, and a faint noise of water on ground could finally be heard.
After letting out one big sigh, Notte was content to listen to this little piddle until she finished up. However, a much louder noise started up out of nowhere, like a full-on waterfall splattering against the grass compared to her tiny tinkle. Without thinking, she opened her eyes and looked for its source, only to instantly regret doing so.
“Whoa!” There was Zethia, squatted right next to her with her blue underwear at her knees and a large, powerful, hissy, golden spray erupting from between her legs. It crashed into the ground, already leaving a sizeable muddy spot visible even under the moon. Meanwhile, Zethia couldn’t look any more peaceful and relieved if she had tried, a far cry from the chaos she was raining down below. She even let out a long hum as she breathed out all the stress and pain she had been hiding.
Notte could only stare in shock at this brazen display from the princess. She may have been around them for years, but this was something she had never expected from a former crybaby. It brought to mind the few nights when Notte awoke to little Zethia sitting in her bed, tearing up at the wet patch on her pajamas and mattress. To think this was the same girl just a few years later; Notte had to admit, a human’s capacity to grow and change never failed to fascinate.
“Er, please don’t stare.”
Notte perked up and noticed that Zethia had been looking at her for a bit now. Her smile had gone, now replaced with a blushing frown. “Oops, sorry!” Her gaze returned to the stream between her own legs, gradually beginning to die down. It was still a large amount given her size, but ultimately nothing compared to the raging waterfall she had just seen. She could trap me in a bottle and drown me with all that if she wanted to!
Even in the cool night air, Notte felt a good amount of heat on her cheeks as she watched the last of her pee dribble onto the ground. She let out one last sigh, happy that this embarrassing, albeit pleasant-feeling, little break was just about over. All that remained was to clean herself up.
Notte floated over to a small dandelion next to her and broke off its leaf with a single jerk, letting a couple leftover drops fly loose. She then went to work wiping herself up, switching between light dabs and gentle wipes until she was all dry again. Dropping the leaf onto her puddle of piddle, she pulled her underwear back up and flew back up to the head-height where she was most comfortable. She turned to see Zethia discarding a leaf of her own before standing back up, also putting her underwear back where it belonged. I’m surprised she didn’t need to use an entire bush.
“Mmm, are you ready to leave?” asked Zethia.
With her bladder emptied, Notte noticed just how chilly it was outside even without the wind. “Sure am!” She crossed her arms at the shoulders. Her blanket sounded really pleasant right now, maybe even the small lantern in their tent for warmth.
They departed for their tent once more, leaving their puddles behind to soak into the earth. Though neither had a full bladder to contend with, the walk back felt a bit more awkward than before. Notte needed to break the silence somehow.
“Um, sorry again for staring,” she began, keeping her eyes forward. “You took me by surprise there. Wasn’t expecting to have a tinkle buddy tonight.”
“Oh, it’s alright.” Zethia scratched her cheek. “I should have let you know that I also needed to do that. I was a little too embarrassed to say anything, and once I heard you going, I couldn’t hold back anymore.”
“Aw, Zethy, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” Notte looked over to her, both of them still sporting a slightly red face. “I’ve been with you since you were just a little girl. Heck, we still take baths together! You don’t have anything to be ashamed about.”
Zethia tilted her head. “Are you sure about that?”
“Absolutely! You’re such a strong lady now, I’m sure your mother would have been proud to see how much you’ve grown.”
“Mother…” Zethia gained a glimmer in her eyes and placed a hand on her chest. Notte worried for a moment that she might have stirred up some bad memories just now, but a warm smile on Zethia’s lips put that fear to rest. “Thank you, Notte. Euden and I are so fortunate to have you watching out for us.”
Notte giggled. “Anytime! I should be thanking you, though. If you hadn’t come with me, I might have soaked my blanket long before sunrise.”
Zethia’s face turned a little pink again. “I might have done the same thing as well if you hadn’t woken me up. I guess we were both guilty of drinking a little too much before bed.”
I wouldn’t call what I saw “a little”. Before Notte could make this remark, she saw the camp enter her vision as they walked past a large tree. “Ah, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for some shut-eye again!”
“That sounds wonderful to me, too,” said Zethia.
They quickly re-entered their tent and climbed into their covers, but not before Zethia re-lit the small heat lantern inside. They let the comforting warmth soothe body and mind until their eyelids drooped shut. Within minutes, both girls were fast asleep, their chests rising and falling with each gentle breath.
Their late night nature break was over, but it would not be the last one. Every once in a while, Notte would awaken with that pressure in her groin again, and no matter where they were, she would wake Zethia so they could both share in a private moment of relief. It wasn’t the most wholesome way to share a moment between two girls, but when nature called them out of bed, neither could complain about having a friend to let loose with together.
(A/N: Short story this time, but it lent itself well for the "live viewers" experiment. If it keeps my productivity this high, we might see a lot more stories of mine getting uploaded faster. Wouldn't that be lovely? Anyways, I have big news coming soon, so stay tuned!) |
Hey all, I kind of wanted to create a premise that I could write about a series of (fictional) desperate scenarios, so I've created a rather flimsy premise that takes some inspiration from stories like Desperation Visor and the like from back in the day (I'm sure you can find them on this website). I want to have some messing scenarios, but I will give you a heads up if it is, and I'll make sure not all of them are for those who aren't into it. But the set-up and scenario one (with no messing, though a couple of references in the setup) is here!
I have a superpower. Well, I have a really dumb and useless superpower, but supernatural and unexplainable it is. The day after I turned 18, in high school, I showed up at school and could, well, inexplicably see people’s bladder and bowel capacity. Like, a percentage would pop up. It was like I was wearing VR goggles that could read your organs. I was shocked, but maybe there was a god and he was as big a pervert as me and got me that as my 18th birthday present, because it just so happened I really, really liked seeing desperate ladies. There isn’t any deeper explanation for why I have this superpower other than that, but thanks to it, I’ve witnessed more than my fair share of desperate moments and accidents. And I’ve decided to write them down in roughly chronological order.
I first noticed in my first period English class. Halfway through the class, I realized there was a constant creaking sound and I looked around to find the source. Sitting in front of me was a girl who was shaking and tapping her foot constantly and the chair was creaking in response. I arched my eyebrow, my first thought with my… preferences was… did she have to pee? The moment I thought of that, a number popped up above her - 95%. I almost shouted in surprise - you don’t expect numbers to pop up in your vision! Somehow, though, I just knew - I was looking at how close she was to her max capacity. I was obsessed, and I spent most of class ignoring everything else and just watched her fidget. Funny that she was constantly moving yet no one except me noticed. I realized she must not have gone before she came to school - maybe she woke up late (the messy ponytail her hair was in seemed to second that thought). I know I have to pee immediately when I wake up. And poop. At that thought, another number popped up - 75%. Okay, so she could hold that for a bit longer, but she probably needed to go both ways. I suspect she never asked to go because people assume you’ve gone before you got to school or right when you got to school and no one asks to go in first period. Our English teacher was relatively strict so may not have been worth the ask.
When the bell rang, she was at 97% and her legs were tightly crossed, her hand hovering by her crotch. She immediately darted out of the class, and I followed as closely as I could, but she slipped into a bathroom before I could catch up. Just to confirm my suspicions, I went to the male bathroom next to it even though I didn’t have to go and waited a couple of minutes. I stepped out and very slowly used the water fountain and just as I really had to leave to my next class, I saw her leave the bathroom looking relieved. Two “0%”s popped up over her head, signifying she must have gone both ways.
I spent the next few days abusing this power and looking at every girl to see where they were at. Unfortunately, turns out most 18+ people are pretty good at this holding thing and seemed to always use the bathroom in the range of 70-80%. I once saw a girl at 95% for her bowel capacity as she ran back to her car after school, which must have been someone who really didn’t want to use a school bathroom, but there was no obvious sign she was not going to make it. That being said, this was the spring, so a few weeks later, it was finals week - and that was a different story.
Each final was a over two hours long. Holding it through one wasn’t bad, but you wouldn’t want to hold it through multiple at a time. Some teachers would let you use passing time to finish your final, which some slower test takers gladly used, but that left no time for bathroom breaks.
On day one, I had English and science in the morning and an extracurricular class in the afternoon. Everyone seemed fine during the English final, but I noticed one girl in particular. Her name was Alex and she was always known as both one of the hottest girls in high school and yet one of the… most academically challenged, shall we say. I finished my exam early and looked around, now adept at casually using my powers. Most people were in the 30-50% range - I could imagine those higher up would use the bathroom between finals, but most would be fine even to go straight to their next one. I was a little disappointed, but this was the real world. 18 year olds, at least without alcohol, had pretty good bladder control. I did see one 62%, though, and I did a double take. It was Alex! She had a nalgene water bottle and was clearly drinking a lot of it. It was a hot summer day, so I don’t blame her, but she was definitely at risk of needing to use her passing time to finish the exam. Looking over, it didn’t even seem like she was past the second page, and there were six! She had less than half the time to do all that.
Alex genuinely was very attractive. She probably looked a bit like this model, with wavy blonde hair, though her outfit that day was more like this. She was wearing a tank top and sweatpants, like in that picture, clearly deciding not to dress up for the last week of school. She was not doing that fashion thing where you wear brand name boxer briefs, though, and so when she sat her low-waisted sweatpants clearly showed her blue underwear from behind (remember that low-waisted fad? I didn’t mind for perverse reasons but what an unfortunate fashion choice for the ladies of the 2000’s).
I couldn’t help but stare as the numbers creeped up. At 65% her left leg began to tap. At 70% she lifted her leg and sat on it, an uncomfortable position in one of those desk-chairs and seemingly very awkward, but it was her coping mechanism. At 72%, the bell rang, and she was on the final page. I headed out, but I knew she was in my science final. Would she have the time to go in between?
I sat down at my science final, waiting for all the students to trickle in. Alex was one of the last, running in as the bell rang. She was at 75%. Marginal, I thought. Would 25% be enough to finish this final? Maybe, if she hadn’t completely finished her nalgene bottle full of water! I was excited at the thought of it. I looked around, and most people were either in 30-40% or near 0, clearly having gone between classes. A couple girls were between 50-60%, clearly using passing time as well, but I doubted they would have any issues holding it through one final since they weren’t even desperate yet.
It was just Alex who had misjudged her time. Or rather, made the sacrifices needed to finish her English exam. How would she concentrate on her science exam? How would I concentrate?! She sat right in front of me in our class!
She turned to me. She never talked to me. “God, that English exam was sooo hard.”
I didn’t think so, but I wasn’t about to judge. “Yeah, did you end up using passing time to finish it?”
“Yeah…” She lowered her voice. “I have to pee so bad.”
I was shocked. She would say that to me, a nobody, a wallflower of the school… I couldn’t think of any response but thankfully the teacher then told us to be silent as she began passing out the exam.
As we got started, I peaked over my desk. Alex had her leg up again, heel dug into her crotch most likely. She was bent over, which means I got a clear sight of not only her blue underwear (which was clearly a thong, now that I was close) and the top of her butt. Again… a fashion trend we will all regret by the 2010s. Her legs were incessantly shaking.
I forced myself away and focused on the exam. A bit harder than English… but not too bad either. Halfway through, though, and I heard a sharp inhale. I looked up and Alex had both legs down but crossed with her right hand shoved in her crotch and her left hand furiously writing (she was left handed). I looked at her number… 90%. That went up fast. Must be the water going through her system. I watched for a minute as she fidgeted and rocked back and forth and pulled her hand out of her crotch before immediately putting it back in, but I had to force myself to finish my exam. I wasn’t about to fail science just because I was horny!
I finished with about 30 minutes to spare. I looked up and Alex was at 96%. I could not at the time even imagine how she was feeling. She had her pencil down for a moment and her head just in her hand, other hand now permanently in her crotch. I may have been that desperate once or twice in my life since, and it’s like being light headed. There’s no concentrating on anything else. I could not blame her. I wondered how close she was to the end of the exam. She got back to work, but her movements were slow and tentative now. There was no way she was finishing in time. I decided not to turn in my exam as I pretended to look it over, glancing at Alex time to time. She had her legs twisted two ways, then the other, then tapped her foot furiously. Over the next fifteen minutes I saw it tick up to 97%... then 98%... then 99%. What was she going to do? She could NOT hold it a minute longer. Was she going to just run out of the room?
Alex, for all her reputation as a ditz, didn’t actually get bad grades, and I could see why. She didn’t give up. She didn’t give up when I would have easily given up to save face. Especially since she was a popular girl with a reputation at stake. I saw something I had never seen before, one that had me at 100% attention. The number went down. From 99% to 97%. There’s no other explanation than her leaking.
I stared at her. She was currently cross-legged with her hand in her crotch, her favored position. There was no sign she leaked except her ears, poking out of her wavy blonde hair, were bright red. Her pencil was at a standstill. Suddenly, it went from 97% to 95%. Oh, how I wish I could see her facial expression. Her head tilted down - she must have been checking her pants. After a few seconds, though, she got her second wind and began writing again.
5 minutes later and it was back at 98%. Then 99%. She looked around furtively but didn’t see anyone looking - I was directly behind so she had no idea. She stared down at her crotch and then I saw the number ticking down. 98%. 97%. 96%. 95%. It stopped again. Did she just do that intentionally? She pulled her hand out of her crotch and I saw it was… glistening. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
She began furiously scribbling. No sign of wetness from behind, but she must have been soaked in her crotch and maybe her butt as well. Her leak served her well for a few minutes, but at two minutes before the bell rung, it climbed to 99%... then 100%. Her hand jammed back in between her crossed legs, and I saw it drop to 98% then stop. Then it dropped to 96%. Then I saw the wetness creep to the back of her sweatpants and climb up the back. It dropped to 93% and I saw a puddle forming in her seat. I was in heaven, though I felt bad I was enjoying so much at her expense. What was she going to do? She leaked yet again - I wonder if her bladder was just plain tired - and it was down to 90%. The puddle was so close to dripping to the floor… but she stayed still and began to write again. I had to admire the perseverance.
The bell rang and she kept writing. I pretended to be stuck on the last question. The teacher barely looked up and said anyone could stick around for 10 minutes of passing time. Most people left, and then by five minutes in everyone besides Alex and I did. Having calmed down enough to stand up, I used this time to slowly turn in my exam and went back to my desk to grab my stuff. She was up to 96%... as I passed her I saw she was on the final question. I saw a glimpse of her crotch, hand in it, and it was dark and wet all around her hand.
As I very slowly zipped up my backpack, though, I saw the dams burst. She let out a little meep and the number creeped down… 95%... 94%... 93%... slowly the puddle grew again and then finally spilled over. A drip began to echo, so loud to me but probably not actually even loud enough for the teacher to hear. The dropping accelerated. 90%. 85%. She was full on peeing. It kept going until 50%. The drip became a stream and a puddle formed on the floor. I simply stared. The teacher noticed nothing, thankfully, since it would be weird as hell for me to be just standing there. I pulled out a couple of books to cover… a certain part of me and I put on my backpack. She turned to me, panic on her face. She mouthed, “Help me.”
What the hell was I to do? She must have given up on the last question at this point. I gave her a book to cover her front. I whispered, “I’ll walk behind you as you leave” as if I was doing her a favor and not being a perv. Sitting, fortunately, the wet spot in the front was just centered around the crotch and easily blocked. When she stood up, though, the entirety of her ass was glistening wet. It’s a sight I have permanently in my memory. She walked up and smoothly dropped the exam at the teacher’s desk without removing the book from her front and I quickly closed the distance as she turned to leave so the teacher wouldn’t see her behind. Hopefully for her, we would never see this class again and they would either not figure out who caused the puddle or she would have graduated and no one else would know.
Fortunately for her, the hallways had essentially cleared as everyone headed to lunch, the one subject no one hangs out in the hallways to avoid going to. Now that we were out, she spoke out loud. “I’m so embarrassed. Thank you.”
All I could muster was “It’s no big deal.”
A couple seconds later and I said, “It could happen to anyone. Finals are long.”
She asked me, “Would you come with me to my locker?”
More time with her? Sure thing! I nodded, not showing my excitement (and book still over my front) and we went down a couple hallways to her locker, which was fortunately nearby. She put her backpack in and dug around in the bottom before pulling out another set of sweatpants. She closed her locker and beckoned that I follow. With nothing blocking her, I could see the full extent of the damage. It was like a baseball on the front, but it was the size of a basketball on the back, her whole butt covered and her upper thighs as well. Down another hallway was the girls’ bathroom. She asked me, “Could you check if it’s empty?”
I nodded, thrilled at the idea I got to go into the girls’ bathroom. I walked in and looked under the stalls. I opened the door and said, “You’re clear.”
She walked in and I turned to leave. She said, “You’ve been so helpful and nice. You don’t have to leave… plus I need someone to watch the door.”
I could not believe how this day was going. “Uh… sure.”
She handed me her dry sweatpants. I turned to put my back against the door so no one could enter and she headed into a stall and pulled her wet sweatpants and thong down. A trickle started as she finished peeing. I checked… 0%. She flushed before meticulously pulling off her sweatpants and thong. She exited out of the stall, nude from the bottom down (trimmed but not shaved, you pervs!). I was a shy guy, this was definitely the closest I had gotten to a naked lady as a post-pubescent person in my life so far. Her thong was on top, and I saw how the front was just totally wet. She threw the clothes away and buried them in paper towels before drying down her legs, giving me a good look at her ass. She walked over to me and grabbed the sweatpants. “Why are you holding a book over… oh.”
The jig was up. She had seen my raging erection. Fortunately (I guess? Given the circumstances?), she chalked it up to seeing her naked, not seeing her pee. I stammered, “Sorry....”
She replied, “Well… honestly… I’m just glad I can still have that effect on a guy who’s seen me pee my pants.”
She pulled up her sweatpants right in front of me. “How do I look?”
“Good… oh… uh… I mean, no one can tell what happened.”
She smiled. “Perfect.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’ll be our secret.”
We left and went our separate ways and unfortunately never talked again (she went to college somewhere far far away). |
Hey all, here's day 2!
On day two, I had music class and gym class, both of which were just parties, since there was no “finals” materials, then lunch. Afternoon was social studies. There were three girls that day that caught my interest. I had Rita was a curly, brown-haired skinny girl who was in my music and gym class and while we weren’t close, we had mutual friends from music and would sit at the same lunch table. With her hair, she looked rather like this lady, skinny and lanky, though she wasn’t Brazilian (obviously these ladies didn’t actually look like models, but why not pick the most attractive doppelgangers I could find!). She was wearing jean shorts and a black top, kind of like this without the denim shirt or the pantyhose (god, remember when wearing pantyhose under shorts was a thing? Also a fashion trend most of us don’t look fondly back on). Hannah was a straight-haired blonde in my music class and my social studies class. She looked just like this model and was wearing a white shirt with simple jeans like this. She kept to herself and didn’t seem to have close friends, though everyone liked her. We shared the same bus, and maybe because of that proximity I always had a little bit of a thing for her. But, I never brought it up and nothing came of it. The last girl was a redhead named Holly. She looked like the lady on the left and was wearing a denim miniskirt that day, though obviously she was wearing more on the top - a simple tee, I think. I had never talked to Holly, she was one of the queen bees and people regularly thought she was, well, (I hate to say it…) kind of a bitch to anyone outside her friend group.
Music class was a feast. There were cheese and crackers, cake, muffins, cupcakes, and someone even brought cocktail shrimp. Turns out later that the shrimp was, unsurprisingly, not good but fortunately most of us didn’t have any (since who wants seafood in first period?!). Turns out Hannah and Holly had it, but I wouldn’t put that together until our social studies final.
I spent the first period with some friends and Rita joined us, since we had some of the same friends. She hadn’t gotten anything to eat but was chugging a lemonade. “What, no food?”
Rita shrugged. “I forgot this was today and had breakfast already.”
A few minutes in, though, and she had finished her lemonade and poured herself a can of soda.
With some ulterior motive, I commented, “Damn, Rita, you keep drinking like that and you’re gonna have to pee before we can leave!”
Rita laughed. “You’re not wrong, I have such a weak bladder.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I tried not to show my hand. “What? How do you know that?”
Rita looked around. We were a circle of four, and aside from me, the others were girls, so maybe she felt comfortable since they were all girls and all her friends. “Okay, promise not to tell anyone?”
Everyone smirked at the fact she was about to tell us embarrassing stories, but nodded their heads. “Okay. I’ve peed my pants multiple times in high school.”
Everyone was like “Whaaaaat!”
Fortunately, someone asked the question I wanted to. A girl named Marge asked, “Well, tell us the deets! What happened!”
“Okay, twice, I peed my pants laughing at home. Once my dad told a joke and I don’t know why but I couldn’t stop laughing and it just, like, rushed out of me. The other time my friend Sydney was sleeping over and same thing.”
I risked a probing comment. “Well, at least that’s at home. I thought you meant you peed your pants at school.”
Rita replied, “Okay, well, never like, during class, but I actually get super nervous at track meets, and I always have to pee before I run, because no matter what a little bit comes out when the gun goes off. Once, I didn’t, and when the gun went off, I just started peeing everywhere!”
Another girl, Britney, asked, “Well, isn’t that common in track? Or is that cross country?”
Rita replied, “No, that’s cross country… the other runners knew but they all went to different schools. No one else found out because I went straight to the locker room and changed. I don’t think even people in the stands could see.”
Britney laughed. “You’ve gotten away with it every time! One day you won’t be that lucky.”
Rita laughed. “I know, right! Haven’t any of you ever peed your pants?”
Britney shook her head no. I did, too. Marge shrugged. “The last time I legit peed my pants was 3rd grade, I was at church and my mom wouldn’t let me go.”
I was a little stuck on the use of the word “legit,” but didn’t know how to ask about that without being a perv. Rita laughed. “That sucks, but it looks like I have the weakest bladder here. Oh well, I’ll risk another drink anyway!”
Rita had finished her soda and went to get a Capri-Sun. I looked at her bladder… 25%. The drinks hadn’t probably really hit her yet.
The rest of class was pretty event-free, just hanging out, and then we went to gym class. It was also a “party,” but games were set up like basketball and tennis. I wasn’t very athletic, so I just munched on some snacks. I wasn’t close to anyone in gym, so I didn’t talk to anyone. Rita was also just standing around, which surprised me, since she did track, but I guess she didn’t have any close friends in gym, either. I looked at her. 65%. Hmm. The drinks were hitting her, for it to go up that quickly, but she wasn’t desperate. Too bad, I thought. This was real life, I couldn’t get lucky two days in a row. At least I thought. I grabbed a basketball and approached her, though, more out of boredom than anything. “Hey, I’m bored, wanna play a game of horse?” I had hoped hanging out with her all morning and having the same friends made it not weird for me to ask her to play, even though I didn’t know her well. She looked up from her cup of water (oh my god, another drink?). “Sure!”
The game went pretty uneventfully. We were both pretty bad, so we mostly either picked easy shots or hard ones that neither of us made and just chatted about our mutual friends and music. Since we weren’t making much headway, it took a while before Rita missed a shot I made and got the S. I was already there, so I joked, “Ha, we’re a couple of HORS…” Rita glared at me. “Oh… sorry… not appropriate joke?”
Rita shook her head. “No, it’s not that, I just realized I really need to pee.”
I replied, “Umm… well… I wasn’t gonna say anything but you have been chugging the drinks.”
Rita laughed. “I dunno why! I’ve just been thirsty all morning! I think it’s the heat.”
I looked at her percentage… 90%. She was going up fast. “Okay, well, gym is almost over so let’s see who will win this.”
I took a free throw, an easy shot, and surprisingly made it. Rita groaned and walked over to the free throw. I looked at her percentage right as she took the shot, and to my shock, it went from 91% down to 89%. She doubled over after taking the shot, obviously missing (meaning I won the game), before saying, “Oh god, I have to pee so bad.”
“It’s okay, gym class is almost over then you can go.”
She stood back up. I didn’t notice anything, even though I was being driven crazy knowing she had spurted. “Yeah but it’s french toast for lunch! I have to get in line before they run out!”Jesus, was this girl trying to pee her pants? “Oh, uh… well we usually sit at the same table we can go get lunch and then grab seats and I can watch your stuff if you’d like.”
Being nice and making friends outweighed being creepy, I guess. She replied, “Yeah, that sounds good. Also, don’t laugh at me, but I’m gonna drink another cup of water after all this shooting.”
After HORSE, I thought? We just stood around and shot the ball. Well, I wasn’t going to complain.
Soon after, the bell rang and we headed to the cafeteria on the other side of the class. Rita was speed walking, maybe to get in line, maybe out of desperation, and I was barely keeping up. Her percentage kept ticking up… 91%... 92%... 93%...
We got in line, which was long, Rita wasn’t wrong to worry about them running out, and she stood in front of me, bouncing her leg and alternating crossing them. She didn’t really talk to me and seemed focused on holding it. For a few seconds, she would cross her left leg over her right, then she would uncross and go the other way. It was so obvious to me she was desperate, but I guess if you weren’t looking for it, she would at most just look like she was antsy for lunch. We slowly crept forward as the line winded down and we finally made it to the hot food bar. She frantically grabbed french toast (and she wasn’t wrong, she grabbed one of the last pieces!) at the same time as me and dashed over to the syrup. I followed her and saw the percentage go from 97% to 98%... she was cutting it close. Her foot would bounce up and down and her legs were crossed whenever she stood still for anything, but I was surprised she didn’t do anything like grab her crotch the way Alex did. I guess she knew she was surrounded by people who would see.
We both finally got to the cashier’s. As she was paying, I heard a sharp inhale and saw it go from 99% to 97% before dropping down again to 95%. I glanced down to see the smallest trickle going down her left leg, a single droplet. No one would notice unless you looked for it, but I was in heaven. She stood off to the side, facing me and looking impatient, holding her tray with her legs crossed, as I paid. I intentionally fumbled around a little bit before finishing, turning to her. She was at 94%. Did she spurt again? I glanced down and saw the smallest hint of a wet spot on her jean shorts, maybe the size of a quarter on the front. I asked, “How are you doing?”
She replied, strained, “I’m not gonna make it…”
I tried to be encouraging. “You can do it! Let’s set our stuff down then you can go.”
We walked over, Rita taking smaller steps than usual, and grabbed spots next to each other at the end of a long table with benches on either side by our usual music friends. I sat down and she set her stuff down but stayed standing. She confirmed, “You’ll watch my stuff?”
I replied, trying to be a good friend, “I got you, now go!”What she didn’t realize is that sitting, I was at crotch level and saw as the wet spot darkened and grew to the size of a dollar bill. A genuine trickle was flowing down her left leg. She speed walked away, and I saw from behind a wet spot as well, along with another trickle. I saw the numbers go down… 93%, 92%... 91%...
The bathroom, fortunately for her, was right by the cafeteria. A little bit of me had hoped for a line, but the nice person in me was glad to see she just walked right in. I couldn’t believe what I had seen and was glad I was sitting, but no one else seemed to pay any mind - everyone was just excited to be at lunch or dreading their next final. Someone shouted to get my attention. “Hey! What are you looking at!”
I shook my head. “Oh… uh… just zoned out. You know, finals week has my brain fried.”
They accepted that explanation and we got to eating and talking.
A few minutes later, Rita came back. I wondered if she had tried to dry her shorts (and her underwear, I wonder what that looked like!). If she did, she was only somewhat successful, because I noticed a darker patch on her crotch the size of a baseball. There probably was a similar one from behind, but it wasn’t super dark since the jeans were somewhat dark and she had probably dried them a little bit, and she sat down without anyone else noticing. I turned to her. “See, you made it! Now you can eat you french toast.”
She smiled wanly. “Yeah…”
She followed up. “Actually, there were a lot of girls in there. Apparently there was some bad food from the music class? People think the shrimp is to blame.”
I filed that information away to see if it would impact my social studies final. “Damn, that sucks.”
“Yeah.”
She stayed pretty quiet for the rest of lunch, and by the end of lunch when we all stood up to go, I couldn’t even really see any sign - it had all dried out. I, however, have the image burned in my memory. |
Hey all! I actually had written this bit when I wrote part two but I want to give a heads up for those who aren't into it that there is a lot of messing in this one. And in order to compensate for the fact I know a lot of you aren't into that, I waited until I had another scenario written up with no messing and only wetting that you can skip to. I tried to post this as two separate posts but it always combines the two, so I'll bold when this part is over and you're safely in the next one.
Hannah and Holly were in my social studies final. I had wondered if they both had the shrimp in my music “final” and used my vision. Hannah… 50% bladder capacity, 70% bowel capacity. That was definitely unusual, maybe she had it and it was filling up faster than expected. Holly… 60% bladder capacity and 75% bowel capacity. I was surprised she didn’t go to the bathroom at least to pee… 60% is when I start seeing girls go, especially before a long final. Maybe one or both weren’t comfortable pooping at school. I guess Holly, with her reputation as a real “mean girl”, didn’t want to be seen stinking up a bathroom.
I was in the back of the room and Hannah sat in front of me while Holly sat to my right. Holly was wearing a denim miniskirt and the chair was one of those “connected desk” chairs where the arm of the desk blocked one side, so she sat down facing me and then swung herself around to face the front. When she did, my horny self (I couldn’t help it after lunch!) peeked and saw a glimpse of red underwear. Pushing aside my pervy thoughts, I got started on the final.
The first half of the final was without event. The final was all essays, so I stopped to take a second and rest my hand, which was cramping. I casually glanced up and saw Hannah at 65% and 85%. I didn’t see any outward sign of desperation, though. I stole a glance to my right and saw Holly cross-legged and a bit hunched over. I couldn’t tell if that was because of her concentration or her stomach, but I could see she was at 75% and 90%. That was starting to get dangerously high, and it got high pretty fast - it must have been from the morning food. She must have been uncomfortable, but part of me really liked the thought that this stuck up rude hot chick was desperate to poop. She was the kind of person who acted like “her shit don’t stink” as some might say, and I was just a little bit hoping to find proof that was not true. I know, I know - it’s so mean of me. In my defense, she truly was a mean girl. I mean, plenty of popular kids were nice people who just had the “in” with the other popular kids (aka the rich ones), but Holly reveled in her status. In 9th grade, she actually made fun of a guy who wet himself in gym class (I mean, we all did, we were teens and not mature people at all, but she was particularly mean) and would only refer to him as PPP for Pee Pants Phil since, so there was some karmic justice going on. She also had an ugly tendency to laugh at non-popular kids who would talk to her, whether it be a misguided attempt to ask her out or just simply being paired with her as lab partners in science. She didn’t take the bus and drove a BMW to school. Like, she’s a secondary antagonist in a comic book or something. I really hope she grew up and matured, but probably fortunately I never saw her after high school.
Okay, that’s totally off the point. The point was, not just for my own perverse interests, I liked the fact that I knew she was struggling with the most embarrassing thing she could be dealing with for someone like her. And now I had spent five minutes not working on my exam but daydreaming about karmic justice. I quickly went back to my essay.
Fifteen minutes later, I heard something from my right I never thought I would hear. It was a loud fart. Like, I jumped a little because it was so loud. Just a loud, short, quick to the point blatant fart. It wasn’t wet or long or whistle-y, like it was a surprise and immediately cut off. Everyone started to giggle and the teacher had to hush us all and acted like nothing happened. We were in the back, so no one could really pinpoint where it was from… but I knew. I looked right and saw Holly, legs tightly crossed, hunched over, writing furiously and acting like nothing happened but her ears were as bright red as her hair. 95% bowel capacity… we had a ways to go, Holly. It’s not looking good for you.
I was fortunately wrapping up. Another ten minutes and I set down my pencil, shaking out my hand. At this point, it was a ritual. Look up - Hannah at 75% and 90%. In fact, I saw the first signs of desperation as she crossed her leg and subtly rocked her butt to the left, lifting her right cheek. I didn’t hear anything, but I’m pretty sure I knew what happened.
The next step was to look right. Holly was still writing furiously and her legs were tightly crossed while bouncing furiously up and down. If she kept this up, her skirt would ride up. 85% and 98%... it wasn’t looking good for her. In fact, she tried to pull the same move as Hannah, but what came out was a high-pitched whistle that lasted a couple seconds. The class laughed again, but the teacher was quick to silence everyone. Most were still knee-deep in their essays, so everyone got back to business. Between the two farts, I could smell just the faintest smell, but I didn’t know which responsible party I was smelling. Holly stopped to look around anxiously and I quickly pretended to be looking over my essay. She bought the gambit and assumed no one was looking at her. I side-eyed her and was amazed to see her subtly lifting up her denim skirt. Red full-cut panties were on full display. I realized why - she stuck her left hand directly in her crotch. This was like Alex all over again. Her desperate bowels and bladder must have been affecting each other; I wouldn’t have thought 86% was worth it, but maybe lessening the pee desperation made it easier to hold your poop. I didn’t know, I was fortunate not to have been in her situation. I almost started to feel bad for her, then I remembered Pee Pants Phil.
Was Holly going to make the same call as Alex? First of all, pooping yourself is objectively more embarrassing. Second, Holly was probably smarter than Alex, but certainly less studious and more obsessed with her reputation. Then again, we weren’t allowed to leave the final early, but what would they do if she ran out, fail her? Hold her back a grade? That would be absurd. I guess everyone would likely deduce she had farted, but that’s less embarrassing than shitting yourself. This was probably the exact same train of thought she was having.
That was when I heard the type of fart that would scare you if you had it. The wet one. The one that makes you go, “Did I just… shit myself?” Admit it, some of us have done it. I have. Many heavy drinkers have too, I bet. Well, the nice thing about my power is I can confirm. Holly’s number went from 98% to 96%. She was frozen still, hand in crotch. The next thing I saw was crazy. Her bladder went from 87% to 84%. She must have leaked in sympathy with her bowels, or maybe in surprise at herself. People started laughing again, and somebody broke the rules and said out loud, “Man, who’s out here shitting themselves?”
The teacher came down hard on him and took his final (which was probably close to done, anyway) and made him leave the class. That shut everyone else up, but Holly was in a serious conundrum. At this point, we had around 15 minutes left. If she left early, everyone would know why. I did not envy her. I wonder how Hannah felt, knowing someone was doing worse than her. Other than a silent fart, jiggling and tightly crossed legs, you would never know Hannah was in the same boat.
Holly eventually finally put down the pencil. She clearly could not deal with the idea that people would know it was her… because she stayed seated. She pulled her hand out of her crotch (and it was glistening!) and gripped each side of the chair, grinding her butt down. She was back up to 98% and 87%. The minutes ticked by. 99% and 90%. Five minutes left and it was at 100% and 95%. Her poop desperation must have been jacking up her piss desperation. She was at her limit. If it was a solid load, she would probably be turtleheading. But, unfortunately for her, it was not a solid load.
What happened next was so incongruous to what Holly looked like, this uppity rich preppy girl. I heard a strange groan come from inside of her and suddenly just the wettest sounding squelch. It actually wasn’t too loud, so maybe no one but me really noticed, but her face was of sheer panic. 100% dropped to 99%, but there was no stopping it now. Instinct took over and she lifted her butt slightly off the chair and I watched in fascination as everything just evacuated out of her. It was the worst possible shit she could take in public. It was wet-sounding, there were farts, it was clearly soft and maybe a bit liquidy, you know, food poisoning shits. I saw her red panties grow in chunks and could even see the brown discoloration. Unsurprisingly, she began peeing freely, as well, which collected on her seat and began trickling down to the ground. In the silence of the final, it was so loud and obvious. Her face was buried in her hands as it went on for probably only 15 seconds of pooping, but it felt like eternity. At this point, there was no way for the teacher to shush the students, and everyone looked around and could clearly see Holly, skirt up, red panties wet (from the front) with a puddle everywhere, the sounds clearly coming out of her body. The peeing went on as she just… let it all out. It probably went on for 45 seconds or a minute. The food poisoning liquid shit was done, but to my surprise, I heard a soft crackling as the rest of her poop slowly came out, enlarging the bulge from the size of a clementine to the size of an orange. She didn’t move the whole time, and the whole class just stared at her. The teacher was staring at her in shock. The rudest student, the preppiest girl, the rich girl… she was as gross as all of us. Probably grosser at this moment. When she was finished, I looked at the numbers. 0% bladder… 30% bowels. She probably hadn’t let everything out, understandably. She also was lifting her ass over a giant yellow (and a little bit brown) puddle with a wet bulge. Everyone was dead silent in surprise.
Holly made the first move and slowly inched herself out of the chair, an awkward movement when you can’t sit your butt down. She stood up and pulled her skirt down, covering herself. Funnily enough, the thick denim meant the bulge wasn’t really visible (when she walked, you could kind of tell it got caught on something) and didn’t immediately get wet, since it wasn’t really getting pressed into her very wet panties. She took her final and handed it silently to the teacher before walking stiffly out the classroom, still silent in shock.
The moment she left, someone pulled out their phone and began furiously texting. The teacher shouted, “Hey! No phones!”
“I’m sorry, I just have to text Phil!!!”
Everyone started laughing and then even the teacher couldn’t silence us. Fortunately, the bell rang shortly after so we all left, chattering excitedly about what happened to the girl no one could attack until now but about half of us really didn’t like.
I looked at Hannah, finally, having been distracted for the past few minutes. She was at 85% and 97%. It was desperate, definitely, but she could easily go to the bathroom across the hall and make it. I was a little disappointed, but how could I complain after these past two days?
Hannah grabbed her things and hurriedly walked out the door. I didn’t even bother following, knowing she would be headed straight to the bathroom. I grabbed my things, said bye to a few friends, and then headed to the bus to go home.
I was one of the last people on board the bus and I scanned around for seats. I wasn’t very close to most of the people on my bus, so I didn’t exactly feel comfortable sitting right next to some of these kids. All of the seats had at least one person on them… then I saw someone in the back. Hannah. I had talked to her a few times, ridden by her before, and I always had a bit of a thing for her, so I decided that was my best bet. I walked over and motioned to the seat next to her. “Hey. All the seats are taken, mind if I sit here?”
She stiffened for a second but then nodded. Did I do something wrong? Was she repulsed by me? I was a perverse teenage dude, so that’s fair if so. But, I realized, the answer was obvious. I looked at her numbers… 90% and 98%. What. The. Hell. She didn’t even use a bathroom before getting on the bus. Was she afraid of missing it? Was she the kind of girl that never used school bathrooms?
And now I was sitting RIGHT next to her. I could not believe my luck. I tried to act normal, like I didn’t know what was going on. “How was that exam? I thought my hand was going to fall off writing that much.”
Hannah was hunched over with her legs tightly crossed. “Yeah… It was rough…”
She was clearly not in the mood to be a big talker. In fact, I could hear her stomach gurgling. Fortunately for her, though, the bus roared to life and took off. It was a rear engine bus, so it drowned out any stomach noises. In fact, being in the back, I had to shout to be heard. “I forgot how loud the back of the bus is!”
Hannah just nodded. I couldn’t tell if that was because of how inane my comment was or her own situation. We rode a few minutes in silence before I suddenly smelled… a fart? Shit? I looked over. Hannah was still a little hunched over with her legs crossed, but her bowels were at… 90%. Wow. She must have lost control, but I heard nothing with the engine directly behind us. I couldn’t believe she was just sitting there, acting like nothing was wrong, but I guess what could she do?
It smelled pretty rancid, given that it was likely the not-so-solid food poisoning type, but I liked Hannah and certainly was enjoying the situation, so I acted like I didn’t notice anything.
A couple minutes later, though, someone else a couple seats up commented. “Damn, it smells like ass, who farted?”
Fortunately, no one looked to the back row and the students further up all began heatedly arguing amongst themselves. I turned to Hannah and joked, “It wasn’t me, I swear!”
She smiled weakly and shouted over the engine noise, “Don’t worry, I believe you.”
She then winced and her hand moved rapidly from her side to by her crotch, though she stopped herself from holding herself. I feigned ignorance. “Are you okay?”
She looked up, a face of despair. “I… uhh…”
She leaned in so she wouldn’t have to yell. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
It was clear that was what she was going to tell me, but I didn’t exactly have a response planned. I tried to look comforting. I leaned in so I wouldn’t have to shout, either. I couldn’t believe I was this close to a sort of crush of mine as they were having an accident. “Hey, no judgement from me. Nothing that happens to you could be worse than what happened to Holly…”
I thought that might cheer her up, but it seemed to have induced a slight panic. I glanced down and saw a small wet spot form on her crotch before she immediately covered it with her hand. “Don’t remind me of her! I mean, she’s kinda mean, so I don’t think anyone is gonna feel too bad for her, but that sucks no matter who you are!”
I felt a little bad about my earlier vindictiveness, hearing Hannah’s reasonableness. “You’re right. But I’m just saying. Don’t you live out in the boonies? You’re the last stop! You could literally have an accident and no one would notice.”
Hannah rolled her eyes. “It also means I have to wait the longest… I don’t want to have an accident either way!”
I nodded. “Yeah, I hear that. Well, just know that I won’t judge if you do have an accident.”
Hannah rolled her eyes again, but her facial expression softened just a little bit. “Small comfort.”
We rode on in silence for a couple more minutes while I stole glances at her. Her bladder percentage went down a couple times, and I looked down to see the wet spot had grown to be larger than her hand could cover. As I looked, it darkened and grew again, going a couple inches down her thighs and wider than an orange. She was rocking slightly with her eyes closed, concentrating on breathing normally, so she didn’t notice me staring. I was getting rather uncomfortable myself, and I placed my backpack over my crotch.
She opened her eyes so I hurriedly looked away, but I side-eyed and saw her bladder was at 85% now and her bowels were inching back up to around 92%. We still had a few more minutes before my stop, though, and she had a whole half an hour. That and the exhaustion from holding it on both ends must have had her at her limit, though, because I saw her subtly lean over to her left buttcheek, lifting her right one in the air and unintentionally putting her face near mine. She was staring straight ahead, though, so I glanced over and realized what she was doing - letting it out! Her bowels slowly inched down, 91%, 90%, 89%... then suddenly dropped to 70%. I couldn’t even imagine… a turd curling up in her tight jeans. Would a bulge show? She must have gone for broke, though, because it dropped again. 69%, 68%... 40%. She slowly, gingerly lowered herself back to a normal seating position. Her facial expression was one of disgust, probably feeling her poop flatten and spread. I could definitely smell it. This didn’t smell as rancid - it smelled like a solid, regular load.
I could not believe this attractive girl shit herself while sitting right next to me. It drove me crazy. Thank god my backpack was on my lap. If I could have seen her butt, I would have probably made a mess in my own pants. As it was, my fantasizing was on a whole other level at this point. I pretended nothing was amiss, though, and turned to look at her. “How are you holding up?”
She jumped a little, clearly lost in concentration from before, and her ears and cheeks burned bright red. “Oh… ummm… Okay.”
I leaned in to talk quieter. “You gonna make it? You can stop at my house. I don’t drive to school but I know how to drive, I could drive you home after.”
Hannah groaned. She whispered, “Where was that offer ten minutes ago?”
“Wait… what?”
“Oh. I mean. Um… I would have tried harder to hold it. I… uh… leaked.”
So… she wasn’t going to admit to shitting herself. I didn’t blame her. She didn’t know me that well. She was a pretty reserved person. Getting her to admit that much was… maybe unintentionally manipulative of me, but it wasn’t my logical brain making the decisions. She removed her hand and I looked down. “Oh… ooohh. I mean… well… don’t hurt yourself. Just let it out. No one will notice.”
She shook her head. “I thought about it… but… I can’t. I really can’t. I can’t just give up completely.”
“Well, you definitely are not gonna make it if you’re already leaking. Want to stop at my place? I can give you a pair of my pants and you can do the laundry.”
This was way too much friendliness from someone who isn’t a real friend, but I couldn’t pass up to try to get her to come over.
“Umm… that’s okay. I appreciate it.”
I mentally sighed. Turns out real life isn’t a porno, people don’t just come over to your house if you’re nice to them. Probably for the best. I was thinking like a perv, not like a normal human.
“Okay, suit yourself. Next stop is mine. Your secret is safe with me.”
That last sentence seemed to provide some comfort. I got up, awkwardly holding my backpack in front of me and pretended that was normal as I walked off the bus. I have no idea what happened to her after that, and last I heard she was working in a totally different part of the country, but I couldn’t help but imagine her having an accident in the back now that she was alone. She would get away with it from other students, but that bus driver would know… I would spend many a night remembering that finals week.
Here's the next part, only wetting, so you're safe here if the section before isn't your thing!
Freshman year of college was mostly a year of adjustments. I got along with my dorm-mates, I went to my classes and worked hard on them, but I didn’t get deep into the social life or make really close friends for most of it. In fact, I was feeling pretty lonely for most of the first semester as I had fallen out of touch with my music friends from high school. I still had some guy friends I played video games with, but I wasn’t making any new ones. My roommate, a nice but somewhat bro-y guy was always out partying, so I had the dorm room to myself a lot.
First semester, I had this misguided idea that I should try to continue music, so I had auditioned for a character role in a musical. Turns out there are very few guy singers, even in a college with a music department, so I got a background role in the fall production of Les Miserables. I had hoped doing something as big as a musical would lead to making friends, but most of the people involved were music majors and already a clique and I hadn’t picked a major yet and certainly wasn’t interested in music as a career. They were all nice, but in the down time I mostly sat by myself with my thoughts.
It wasn’t a total waste - it was very cool to see a production with a whole orchestra, actors/singers, stage hands, etc. come together and be a small part of it, and it gave me something to do besides classes and video games, but for the sake of these stories… there was only one moment that really stood out. And boy did it.
Musicals are rough. Les Miserables is over three hours long in musical form. We had four hour rehearsals twice a week. The orchestra had separate four hour researsals twice a week and a month out we combined. There was, of course, an intermission but often it was full of frantic dress changes and stage changes and setup. I’m frankly shocked I didn’t see more desperation. Oh, certainly, I saw some stagehands in the 75%-85% range by the end of the musical, and I saw some orchestra players go home in that range, too, but that was really the stage where you tell your friends “I’m gonna piss myself if I don’t find a bathroom now” but it’s funny because you aren’t really quite at risk yet of pissing yourself yet. Besides, the orchestra players were in “the pit,” so I couldn’t even see them when we rehearsed the full thing.
The actors and actresses seemed even lower, usually, probably because they plan their bathroom breaks around the musical. The ones that could used intermission and the ones that couldn’t made sure they weren’t drinking too much water and were empty right before it began. No one wants to run around stage dancing and belt out the loudest singing they could with a full bladder. Plus, not every performer had to be in every scene. Really, statistically, the crew and the orchestra were the ones stuck not visiting the bathroom for three hours. And yet, didn’t see any real desperation out of them, aside from the occasional foot tap or crossed leg.
That’s why I was so surprised during our final performance to see Lina rush in to pre-performance rehearsal at 70% capacity for her bladder. I had talked to Lina a few times during rehearsal. She was very nice and quite attractive, too, looking like Broadway performer Laura Osnes but a bit more muscular and bigger (especially in the legs!) because she was a dance major, like this lady. She played Fantine, a really important role but one that only needed to be on stage for the first few scenes (Anne Hathaway played her in the movie, for all you movie-goers). Fantine was a tough role, but Lina was a good cast. She was extremely studious - I once, in making small talk, brought up how calculus was kicking my ass only for her to talk me through what we were going over so she could give advice because she had taken college calculus her junior year. She also used to play an instrument and, like me, wasn’t even a music major - she was a dance major. She was just doing this as an extracurricular and was so good she beat out the actual music majors to one of the critical roles. She took it very seriously but was so nice the often catty music majors didn’t even begrudge her the role.
A small detail about Fantine that made the role a pain in the ass was the costume changes. She has back to back to back costume changes - first, as a factory worker, in a blue dress like the left, second her street walker outfit, like this, and third, a simple white nightgown like this. She had the fastest costume changes, and as such, her costumes were literally just left hanging stage left and she would exit one scene, rip off her dress, and throw on the new one. In an almost-professional production like this, no one batted an eye at seeing someone in their underwear off-stage between performances, but I couldn’t help but check out her athletic and muscular dancer body. She always wore a very plain tan full cut panties and tan bra for the performances, probably so it would be generally invisible. I was in the ensemble, so I was in her first scene and her third scene, but not the second or last. I would spend the second scene, like many of the ensemble, milling around off-stage, and that meant I was right by her as she changed between scenes two and three.
Pre-performance rehearsal was just going over some trouble spots and it took about an hour before we had to get ready. I kept an eye on Lina, who slowly went from 70% to 85%. She didn’t go to the green room, where the bathroom was, though. She waited on stage left for the prologue. I guess she had to be in the first scene after the prologue, so she didn’t want to be delayed, though personally I thought she would have plenty of time. I had to go on stage, so I lost track of her, but when it was her time to come out on stage, I saw she was up to 90%. I was fortunate all I had to do was stand in the back and look tough (I was a foreman or something in that scene), because I was so distracted. Imagine having to pee badly in front of an audience of hundreds. Imagine the spotlight on you. And yet… she didn’t look distracted in her role at all. She was a factory worker. She wa bullied by the other workers and fired. She encapsulated that fear, the anxiety, and she sung her heart out. You would never even know… except when she was pushed off by a foreman as she was fired, I saw it. It went from 91% back to 90%. The smallest of leaks. She then had to sing her solo. “I Dreamed a Dream.” A heart wrenching, sad, beautiful, belting solo. You would not even know if I hadn’t seen with my powers what had happened. It was amazing. I was standing right off stage and watching, entranced. It went from 90%... to 91%... to 92%... and she kept singing. I was the only person who caught her desperation, and it was because I was watching so intently. At the last long note… (this moment, and you should watch Les Miserables if you haven’t… actually you shouldn’t you’ll have a girlfriend who will make you watch it and you’ll spend the whole time thinking this is overrated while she cries her eyes out), she cut off the word seem just ever so slightly early. And I saw why. The exertion dropped her from 93% to 92%.
No one noticed. She got a standing ovation. She rushed off stage and I subtly positioned myself to be right where she changed. She ripped off her workers’ dress over her head and I saw her tan underwear from the back. Not a sign of a leak. But she bent over to pick up her next dress and I saw… right at the crotch, a dark spot. No one who wasn’t looking would have noticed. But I knew.
I had to go on stage for the next scene, too, so I quickly put the thought out of my mind before I would have the most embarrassing scene in the musical and we went forward with the next scene. Poor Lina had to be pushed around so much in this scene, running around the stage. I could see… It would go up to 95%, then 94%. Then 95%. 96%. 95%. She was letting out the smallest of leaks, often when being pushed, having to run, singing a high note. I had to imagine her underwear was soaked at this point. Maybe a couple droplets on the stage. But she kept going admirably.
We headed off stage and I didn’t have to go back on for several scenes, but I stood right by where Lina would change for her final scene before the ending. I acted like I was there to watch the next scene, but really, I was watching Lina as she ran off stage. She ripped off her dress, and this time I saw the wet spot clearly as it climbed somewhat up her butt. I could see a couple trails along her muscular legs before she threw on her final outfit, a white nightgown. The crew wheeled out a bed for her final scene and she threw herself in before the lights came back on, covering herself in a blanket. How lucky, I thought. She could cover her lower half. Would she have to take advantage?
I watched as the scene went on. The number kept going up, not down. 96%. 97%. 98%. Not a sign from her about her desperation. Perfectly acted, perfectly sang. A sad, sad song leading up to her death. Oh. Uh. Spoilers.
I knew exactly where she would be when she got out. I feel bad looking back, but I was on a mission and was using my powers for my own benefit. I headed to the green room and pretended to look around for my phone. Everyone else was backstage, waiting for their various scenes, but I didn’t have one for probably half an hour.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Lina came in, finally showing a sign of desperation. I looked up. She froze, surprised to see me, and threw one leg around the other and stood there. Her hands were holding the bottom of her nightgown and she was halfway done pulling them up so I could see the bottom of her underwear, which had a large and obvious wet spot. I stood up and acted like nothing was normal. “Lina! You did so well!”
She opened her mouth to reply but I saw the number hit 100% and then plummet. I looked down and saw as she stood, frozen, peeing in full force in front of me, trickles turning into rivers down her crossed legs, a puddle growing and growing. It had to have gone on for a minute and a half. Her bladder must be huge. I was in awe. We both just stood there in silence. I had to act normal! I had to not show that this was the best thing I had seen all freshman year! “Oh… I’m so sorry... “
She sighed, resigned. She said, “Ugh, don’t worry, it was bound to happen. I had to pee since before rehearsal.”
She pulled off her nightgown. I was happy about this, but I said, “Oh, uh... do you want some privacy?”
She replied, ever the professional, “I just can’t get that wet, I need to wear it in the last scene. Could you actually do me a huge favor and make sure I didn’t get anything on there? I know that’s super gross but… I need to take this off and dry myself off.”
I was secretly very happy to do this and agreed. The dress, however, was completely dry and none of her leaks got to it. She knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey, could I get that back? I’ve dried myself off and don’t wanna step out with everything just hanging out, ya know.”
A sight I would have loved to see, but I gave her the dress through the cracked door without sneaking a peek. I then grabbed some paper towels from the green room’s sink area and crouched down to clean up Lina’s puddle. It was acrid and very yellow and… well… I was enjoying myself, to be honest.
Lina stepped out. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’m sorry, it’s super gross and my fault I can clean it.”
“Please, Lina, you’re the star, I got this. We’re professionals! Sort of.”
She laughed. “Thanks, dude. I appreciate it.”
I had to ask. “So… uh… if I may ask, why didn’t you go before the rehearsal?”
She shook her head. “Ugh. I’m so stupid. I had class this morning and I should have skipped it but I didn’t and the professor went long so I had to run straight to make-up and costume. The make-up took forever and by the time it was done I had to run here.”
I threw away the paper towels and nodded in sympathy. “That sucks. Well, you killed it and no one but me knows. It’s actually more impressive how good you were given the situation.”
She smiled. “Thanks. That makes me feel a little better.”
We went our separate ways after that. We never became friends who hung out, but any time we saw each other on campus ever since we would stop and say hi and catch up for a couple minutes. I always enjoyed her company, and she seemed perpetually grateful for my help and my zipped lips. She went on to become a broadway dancer. I wonder if she ever had other accidents or close calls as a professional… I felt a little guilty she was grateful for something I had sort of taken advantage of, but… well… all’s well that ends well. Oh wait, that’s Shakespeare.
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Thanks for the positive feedback, everyone! I wanted to do a couple of shorter stories/scenarios, with the first being a classic stereotypical one. So these next couple aren't going to be quite as in-depth as the others, but hopefully I'll also have a more in-depth one later. Anyway, enjoy.
My roommate, Jalen, as I had mentioned, was a bit of a party-goer. He was nice and we got along, but we never hung out or became close friends. I was a video game playing studious type and he was a former football player and was pledging for a fraternity. The weekend before finals week, though, he suggested I go with him to a party. I was on our futon, hand in my head, trying to force myself to write this end of the semester paper for one of my English classes (classic English class, instead of a final, it was a paper). I actually discovered I really liked writing through this class, and it would lead me to choose my future career, but right then I was at a brick wall. Jalen said, “Dude, you looked stressed.”
“Yeah, it’s this final paper that’s got me down.”
“Comon man, that can’t be due until next week. You should unwind a little.”
“Maybe.”
“Hey, I got invited to this house party nearby hosted by some friends of mine. It’s not fraternity related, you could totally come too!”
I don’t know why, since I usually would never go to a party where I only kind of knew one person, but maybe I was stir crazy and maybe I just wanted a peek into that party college life that I hadn’t seen yet, but I replied, “Actually, yeah, sure. I’m going to go crazy if I stare at this blank word document any longer.”
“Siiiiick.”
Half an hour later, we were walking over. Jalen and I were walking over and it turns out we had more to talk about than just our very different interests, but this isn’t a story about getting to know my roommate.
At the party, I thought for a second I had made a mistake. Dozens of people, lots of dancing, loud shouting, drunkenness… it was very overwhelming. Jalen dragged me in, though, and immediately got me a solo cup and filled it up with cheap beer. “Let me introduce you to a couple of my friends.”
A couple beers later, a few intros later, a game of beer pong later, and I was getting along fine. In fact, my beer pong partner was rather fine herself. Her name was Rana and she was a sophomore. She was quite inebriated, swaying as she took her shots. She looked like this model and was wearing a similar outfit, though her skirt was much shorter and stopped above the knees. She missed every shot, but fortunately a combination of being somewhat more sober than the other team and beginner’s luck meant that I won the game. Rana cheered when we won. “You did it! You carried us, I was no help at all.”
We high fived. I thought about getting another beer and looked at her… and her bladder was at 85%. “I’m gonna get another beer. Want me to pour you a victory beer?”
She cheered again (man, drunk girls are loud) and we headed over to the keg. As I poured her beer, she walked in place and then crossed her legs as I handed it to her. “You good?” I asked, knowing full well what was up.
“I have to peeeeee,” she said, elongating the last word.
“I’ll walk you to the bathroom so I can hold your beer if you want.”
“No! This is our victory beer! We are chugging it!”
“Wait… what?”
She pushed my beer to my face and we chugged our beers. She was the expert on drinking, and she easily finished hers before mine and… yes… shouted “Woo” at my face.
“Alright, where’s this bathroom?”
“I think it’s upstairs, here let me lead you there.”
“Good, because I CANNOT walk straight right now.”
“Yeah, I can see that…”
She stumbled forward before putting her arm around me and I led her towards the stairwell. At the bottom, she even stopped me to cross her legs and bend over. I pretended to be an encouraging friend and not a perv enjoying the situation. “Comon, almost there”
We went up the stairs slowly, Rana taking one step at a time. When we got there, though, she was greeted with a line. A guy and two girls were waiting. I, of course, was fascinated and checked… both girls were in the 70s, though, nowhere near an accident, though they both fidgeted as they chatted with the guy.
Rana groaned. “I can’t wait that long!”
“Uhh… I don’t think there’s a bathroom downstairs but wanna check?”
“Just take me to the back yard.”
“Uh… what? Okay.”
I think I knew what she was thinking… but was I going to be able to witness it?
We gingerly walked down (even slower, as I didn’t want her falling down the stairs!) the stairs. I looked at her and saw she was now at 95%. The alcohol goes through the body quickly!
I half-carried her through the house and out the back door, where fortunately for her no one was outside. I looked at her. 94%. What?
She turned to me and let go. “Uh… I’m already peeing.”
“What?!”
She stepped back from me and pulled up her skirt and I was greeted with a white thong with a small dark patch. It then grew and a stream began to fall. She spread her legs slightly so it fell straight through. I watched, mesmerized, as she peed for about 45 seconds in front of me. She wasn’t even technically totally “full,” but I guess the drunkenness affected her holding ability. I gawked, totally turned on. I sheepishly held my cup in front of my crotch but she was so drunk I don’t think she either saw or cared. When she finished, she pulled down her skirt and giggled. “Our secret!”
She headed back into the party and when I calmed down I followed suit. I kept my eye on her and she spent the rest of the night the same bubbly drunk girl, but I knew she was also sporting wet underwear.
I unfortunately didn’t see anything else remotely close to that, but at least I saw the cliche drunk college experience my first night out. I actually later met Rana sober and she greeted me by saying, “Hey, you’re the guy that watched me pee!” which was both funny and embarrassing for both of us, but it turned out when not drunk, she’s quite the accomplished student and we became friends. I didn’t see anything like that again from her, though, and I never dared bring it up again.
That night when we went back to our room, Jalen asked, “So. Did you have a good time?”
I grinned. He must have been thinking about the booze and the drinking games. I, however, was thinking of the image of Rana peeing. “Yeah, I did. Thanks for bringing me.” |
Here's the next two stories! As I said, they're a bit shorter. I wanted to write them because the first is based very loosely on a real experience and the second is based very loosely on a story someone else told me. The first, while tame, has messing so I'll make it bold when you're safe if you're not into that.
The rest of freshman year, from a desperation standpoint, was pretty dull. I had one short story over the summer. I took a janitor job at a local indoor pool. I would show up fifteen minutes before closing and get set up and begin to clean the place as it closed. This meant I usually overlapped for half an hour with the lifeguard that summer, who was a girl named Leah who was using this as her summer job before she went off to college. She was nice, we greeted each other, but we never got to know each other. She was, however, very attractive, and looked rather like Kelly Rohrbach, stereotypical one piece red swimsuit and all. She did wear her hair in a ponytail while lifeguarding, because unlike in movies, girls try to keep their hair out of their face when they have to do physical activities. I know, the least important aspect of unrealistic portrayals in movies.
One day, I had come in to work and saw Leah sitting in her lifeguard chair, but she was gripping the sides of the chair very tightly. It had become second nature to double check people’s desperation status, so I did. 50% bladder. Well, that doesn’t seem to be the cause of her discomfort. Bowels: 99%.
Oh. That’s really high. I couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable it was. Well, I thought humorously, I hope no one drowns for the next fifteen minutes because she is not in much position to save you.
Unfortunately for her, she had to be there as long as someone was in the pool, and some kids were making sure they were there until the absolute closing time. I quickly stopped in the janitor’s closet so I wouldn’t be just standing there gawking suspiciously and filled up the bucket and grabbed a mop. When I wheeled back out to the pool area, she was at her limit. 100%. She looked extremely uncomfortable and was hunched over now. She blew her whistle to signal closing for the last kids (I’m pretty sure they technically had a few minutes, but fortunately/unfortunately they didn’t check the clock and listened to her). I slowly began to work as the last kids in the pool ran into the locker room. I slowly worked my way closer to her as she gingerly stood up and got out of her chair. She inched her way to a small office where she kept her things (and my janitor closet was in) and as she got to the door, I could see her from behind and could see her butt clearly tightly clenched. As she fumbled with the door, I finally saw the number drop. 99%. 98%. A tiny bulge appeared, like a knuckle, before it slowly grew. As it reached the size of a clementine, she got the door open and rushed inside.
There was no bathroom in there, but she must not have wanted to enter the girls’ lockers while the kids were still there. I got back to work, amazed by what I had seen, but couldn’t see her now.
A few minutes later, after the kids had left the locker room, she came out wearing sweatpants over her swimsuit. She still had her swimsuit on and it was covering her top. She speed-walked past me, face bright red as she muttered, “Hi” and left the building. Her walking was a little bow-legged and she smelled clearly of poop as she walked by - she must have decided she was going to clean up and change at home rather than here as I cleaned the place. Understandable. I smirked, knowing what had happened, but of course neither she nor I ever brought it up (nor did she likely think I even knew what had happened).
Just wetting here on out
I mentioned before that my English class had inspired my career choice. Sophomore year, I declared myself a journalism major and began to take all the required classes. I also ditched the music extracurricular and signed up to write for the student newspaper. There’s always jokes about journalism being a dying career, but it was pretty true with our student newspaper because they immediately assigned me to cover the student government, despite having no background in politics and no past experience in journalism.
As I attended student government meetings, I realized it WAS the sucker assignment as student government was boring as hell. It was just giving money to student groups. And planning homecoming week. It didn’t attract the best and brightest, either, mostly College Republicans and College Democrats seeking a résumé boost. However, out of sheer dumb luck the student government president wasn’t a total idiot and pushed forward a sustainability plan for student housing that the rest of the legislators were all too happy to vote for to take credit. The day it passed, late in the fall semester, she promised I could interview her after the meeting. I sat to the side as the meeting went on, people dragging the meeting out with inane questions about procedure and passive aggressive comments about each other.
I sat there, bored, already having typed up a summary and only making a note to jot down particularly good zingers that might spice up the article. I watched the president, Sandra, who couldn’t hide her own face of boredom (and probably contempt). Sandra looked a lot like this blogger and had on a similar-looking professional outfit minus the blazer (do these student government types even understand that they’re college students, not real politicians?). She almost seemed to be… bouncing, though, despite her bored facial expression. I was off to the side, so as I looked down I could just see that she was bouncing her knee up and down. Hmm…
Yup. She was at 90% bladder capacity. Poor Sandra had to run these meetings and these people could debate for hours. Sometimes, she hands over the facilitation to someone else to leave the room, but it seems with her legislation on the line, she wasn’t going to excuse herself. I couldn’t help but fantasize. What if she had an accident? It would be so obvious with that white skirt. These were catty people. They’d probably find some way to punish her. But embarrassment aside, you can’t impeach someone for pissing themselves, could you? I thought, amused, for a moment what would happen if the President pissed themselves in front of people. Late night TV would have a field day.
Would I… cover that? Is that newsworthy? I was pretty early into my journalism career, but I’m pretty sure the answer is a resounding no. I’m not looking to work for TMZ here. Though… with my “superpower,” I’d probably be a pretty good tabloid reporter…
Back to Sandra, I saw her bite her lip and lean forward a little as the number climbed to 92%. Finally, however, the bickering stopped and a vote came up. Despite all the arguments, the sustainability legislation sailed through without opposition. I saw Sandra loosen up with relief and then immediately tighten up, probably because she was at 95% capacity. After some other logistical details, the meeting was finally adjourned. I approached her with my laptop and my recorder. “Hey Sandra, can I interview you about the sustainability legislation?”
I could see her almost twitch in reaction. She probably had forgotten she had agreed to do this but seemed either thrown off-guard or didn’t want to admit to having to pee, especially with all these politically conniving people around her, and just blurted out, “Sure.”
She then followed up, “Let’s go to my office.”
I followed her in and sat across from her as she took her chair behind her desk. I set down my laptop and recorder. “Mind if I turn on the recorder to make sure I quote you accurately?”
“Sure.”
“Alright, thanks.”
I set everything up and then looked up to ask my first question. I also was double checking her desperation… 98%. I could see her legs were tightly crossed, but she then pulled herself and her chair towards me and her legs were covered by the desk. I could see her bounce just a little bit as I presume she was shaking her foot. Her hands were on the desk, but they were tense, not relaxed. She really had to go and was doing a good job of hiding it, but since I knew, I could see the signs.
“Alright, so, today the student government passed a resolution outlining and supporting a sustainability plan. What exactly does that entail and why did you introduce it?”
I saw beads of sweat form along her hairline as she concentrated to both hold it and answer. “Umm… Well… Climate change is this existential threat, which can seem overwhelming, but that means everybody needs to do their part and we’re trying to do ours. So, that includes introducing composting to student spaces and doing an analysis of the student union and student housing on waste and carbon emissions. We’re setting aside student money to fund studying ways to reduce those things.”
It was strange to hear someone as no-nonsense as Sandra use fillers like um and and well. “What are examples of potential ways to reduce waste and emissions?”
“Umm… Like, switching light bulbs to LED or fitting windows that don’t let heat out in the winter.”
“Great… Did you expect any controversy? Any potential unintentional consequences?”
“Umm…”
I saw she had reached 100%. Her hands tightened into balls on top of the table and she looked down for a second. She sounded strained as she answered. “This really should be commonsense and…”
She paused, inhaling sharply. She sat, frozen, for a second, then continued, “I think you saw that with the universal vote.”
“Fair enough, but there was quite a bit of debate. Why?”
I saw her hands loosen. She coughed, and then spoke a little louder than before. “Well, it will cost student fee money, and I think representatives should be thorough and ensure that our fee money isn’t being wasted. They’re just being thorough.”
After she was done talking, I could hear a faint trickling. I checked. Yup. It was already down to 50% and dropping. She was peeing right in front of me and hiding it under the desk! She had relieved half her bladder as she spoke to me and was still peeing! I was amazed at the brazenness.
“Okay, one more question. Anything else on the agenda for this semester?”
“I would love to investigate ways to have students control the student union more, things like pricing, decorations, even wages.”
Back to no-nonsense, professional, confident. This lady really was meant for politics. She was so confident that if I didn’t hear the faint dripping as she finished peeing, I wouldn’t have believed it for myself that she had just wet herself in front of me. I checked her bladder. 0%.
I turned off the recorder. “Thanks so much for your time”
I stood up and offered my hand to shake. She very briefly looked at her lap, then stood up. No sign of wetness on the front of her white skirt - must have been why she checked - but I could hear the drips from the back of her skirt onto the floor. We shook hands and I left, amazed at what she got away with. I was tempted to hang around to see what she would do, but I couldn’t figure out a non-creepy way of doing that, so I headed home to finish my article. |
Thanks for the continuing positive feedback 🙂 Here's the next story I wrote, which is a bit longer. There is sexual content, as a heads up!
A month before I had interviewed Sandra, I met a fellow sophomore named Jennifer. We were at a Halloween party hosted by my now friend Rana. I didn’t know Jennifer before, but I noticed her immediately. She was dressed up as a very outdated character, Miranda Frost, from the James Bond movie Die Another Day, but I could also see why - she looked a lot like actress Rosamund Pike. Though, if my perverse self could say, the was a little bit curvier, with a bigger butt accentuated by the tight white pants and breasts that really filled the mesh top. Actually, I confess: I was obsessed. She looked incredible. I saw her the moment she walked into the party and I was just dying to find a way to talk to her. I was pretty passive around women, and actually up until that point I had a few crushes but never any romantic encounters and not even real kisses except for games like spin the bottle, so it was pretty out of character for me to just… want to be proactive like that.
I acted cool, though, not wanting to come across a creep, and mingled with the friends I knew there (I know, sophomore year was a big step up from freshman year - I had friends outside of video games!). Eventually, we ended up at the same spot. I was talking to Rana about who knows what when Jennifer came up, apologized for interrupting, and whispered to Rana, “Where’s the bathroom?”
I didn’t actually hear it, but Rana replied, perhaps a little too loudly due to the alcohol, “Down the hall and to the left, but there’s a line, I just checked.”
I knew that had to be about the bathroom. There were some somewhat desperate ladies in the house, at the 80% range, including Rana, but nothing obvious or totally urgent (and as far as I know, they all made it), but I glanced over Jennifer and saw she was a little bit higher than that at an 85%. Still could easily make it if she got in line, but she shrugged and said, “I can hold it.”
At that point, Rana introduced us two and I smiled and shook Jennifer’s hand, learning her name. “So, Jennifer, how do you know Rana?”
“Oh, we had the same intro to sociology class and we used to do our homework together and complain about the professor. We also did a rec league volleyball team together. How about you?”
Rana slipped off to get in line for the bathroom and now alone with this woman I had been eyeing all night, I replied, “I met her through my old roommate Jalen.”
In reality, in my head, I thought about that night Rana peed herself in front of me, but I wasn’t about to mention that.
“Oh, cool, I’ve met Jalen, he’s nice.”
Okay, I had to make this interesting, otherwise we would be stuck making small talk then never talking again. “He is! Okay, let’s not get stuck making small talk like we’re real adults or something. If you could solve one real-world problem immediately, what would it be?”
Jennifer laughed. Good sign. “Wow, um… okay… I’ve never been asked that before.”
“I bet you have some good ideas.”
“Really? Thanks. I’m actually looking to study public policy.”
“See? I knew it. But what’s your answer?”
She thought about it. She then replied, “Everyone gets a place to live. It’s so hard to fix anything else in your life if you’re homeless!”
“That’s a good point. I like it. Sounds like you’re a good person, too, unlike half the people who make policies in government these days.
“Ha, yeah, that’s a big reason I want to do it. So, what about you? What’s your one single policy?”
My gambit worked and we had a good conversation that was a bit more meaningful than fluff about our majors and the weather. Eventually, though, I had to ask. “So, since we’re at a Halloween party, I gotta ask… are you dressed as Miranda Frost from Die Another Day?”
“Yes! Oh my god. No one can figure it out.”
“Yeah, because that movie sucked and no one remembers it.”
She laughed. “Oh, don’t make me laugh, I have to pee…”
I realized we actually were talking so much I had forgotten she had to. 95%... Yeah… that’s getting there. She continued, “It’s true no one liked it, but hey. Halloween costumes in college are just an excuse to show off your body anyway.”
Was she… maybe… flirting with me? Me? The sophomore nerd and total unintentional eunuch and secret pervert? While she really had to pee? I wanted to pinch myself. I had to think of a reply. Acknowledge the flirt, give it back, don’t be a creep. Argh, why is that balance so hard! “Well… Who are you showing off your body to?”
“Whoever will appreciate it.”
“I think I might know someone who will…”
“You’ll have to introduce me to him… but after I pee.”
She crossed her leg and did just the shortest pee dance to accentuate the point before walking over down the hall. I was a little disappointed she would get to pee, but maybe if I played my cards right something perhaps even more special (for me, at the time, at least) could happen.
Imagine my luck, then, when she came back not a minute later. “Well, that was quick.”
“There were four people in line… I don’t know if I can hold it for that long.”
“Well, my apartment is just a few blocks from here. If you’d like, you can use my bathroom.”
“Hmm… I gotta say, I didn’t expect to be invited over to a guy’s place for the bathroom, but I’ll take it.”
I could not believe how quickly things were rolling. I checked the clock as we headed out and realized we had talked for almost an hour - maybe there was more of a click than I had even thought at first. That would explain how she got so desperate. I must have been a better conversationalist than I thought for her to stick around and talk.
We walked and talked, laughing at each others’ jokes and didn’t mention her desperation again until a block away from my place, a one bedroom I lived in by myself, when she suddenly crossed her legs and bent over, hands on her hips. “Oooh… I really have to go.”
“We’re just a block away! Just hang on.”
She uncrossed her legs, but now she was walking with one hand on her crotch. “I’m sorry, this is probably really not sexy…”
Seeing her in that little top and her tight white pants and her hand in her crotch at 98% of her bladder capacity… it was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. “Trust me. You look good regardless of the situation.”
She seemed encouraged by that and we made it to the front door of my apartment complex without any complications. As I stood there, fumbling with the keys, though, she resorted to hopping around on her feet and doing a classic, almost toddler-esque potty dance. I had to get this door open or else I would have a hard time explaining why I was so… “excited.”
I finally did and she rushed in. She turned around and gave me a slightly panicked look. “Where’s your apartment?”
“Is this… a bad time to tell you I live on the tenth floor? Stairs or elevator?”
She lightly punched me in the arm with the hand that wasn’t in her crotch. “Elevator. I would not walk ten flights of stairs even if I wasn’t about to piss myself!”
I punched the elevator button. She danced around nervously. I was hit with inspiration. I stepped closer to her. “Hey… I have an idea to help distract you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Mind if I grab this?”
I took her hand out of her crotch and held it.
“So far I don’t know if this is going to be helpful… but go on…”
I leaned in. It was clear what I was interested in doing. “May I?”
She leaned into me in response and we kissed. We made out. It was really my first time genuinely kissing like that. I had no idea if I was any good at it. We separated for a moment. She grinned and said, “Is this your first time?”
I died on the inside. “Was it that obvious?”
“No, it was good, it WAS distracting… You’re just enthusiastic. Play it cool, I know you can, you’ve been playing it cool all party. But don’t think I didn’t notice you checking me out from the beginning.”
“Damn, you caught me.”
We kissed again, with more restraint on my end. I think it went a little better because we kept kissing until the elevator arrived and kept kissing as it went up. I subtly checked her bladder capacity… 99%... I could tell her legs were tightly crossed as we made out, arms around each other. It was driving me crazy to feel her subtly fidget and bounce as we kissed. Good thing our making out was a good cover for what was surely physical proof I was… excited. 100%. There was a ding as we hit the tenth floor. The doors opened and we separated. I stepped out but turned around to see her standing still, legs crossed, bent over. Her hands were back in her crotch. That’s when I saw the numbers start to go down. 99%. 98%. She stood up and yanked her hands out of her crotch, both slightly wet and glistening, and immediately started to undo her pants button. A wet spot appeared, first the size of a coin, then a hand. It grew a couple inches up, a few inches to the side on each leg, and a few inches down her thighs before she could undo her pants. She yanked them down and squatted in the elevator right in front of me (as I held the door open so it wouldn’t close on her and on this view!) and I saw she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She was peeing as she squatted, full-force, as I stared. I saw her trimmed brown hair, a shade darker than her blonde hair on her head, and I could see every detail as she kept on peeing. The number kept going down… 70%... 60%... At around 55%, though, she forced her stream to stop, a puddle a couple feet wide already at her feet. She looked up at me, red in embarrassment, but she raised an eyebrow at my nether regions. She pulled up her pants, wincing as the wet fabric re-met her skin, then stepped out of the elevator. “Umm… I’m so sorry. This is so embarrassing.”
I put my arm around her. “I don’t care one bit. Now let’s get you inside before they find out who vandalized the elevator.”
I followed up my comment with a grin to let her know I was joking. She let out a laugh, to my relief, and followed me into my apartment. As I closed the door behind us, she said, “I hope I didn’t totally ruin the mood.”
I wish she knew the absurdity of that. “Trust me… Not even a little.”
I emphasized my point by kissing her again. We stood there, making out, before I felt her hand get lower and lower... She said, “I can see you’re not lying. Good.”
I took that as permission to get a little… handsier. As my hands descended, I could feel the tip of her wet spot on behind and almost shuddered in anticipation. She interrupted me, though. “Before we keep going, I should finish peeing. Where is your bathroom?”
I nodded and led her down the hall. She undid her pants and sat on the toilet without closing the door. She said, “You can come in if you’d like, you’ve already seen everything.”
I wondered if she knew now what I was into… I gladly stepped in and she pulled me closer, clearly observing my… well, you know. She began peeing. 55%... 50%... 45%... As she peed, she undid my pants and slid them and my boxers down. Hearing her pee, seeing her with her pants down, having my pants down… I was light-headed. She put it in her mouth. I came so quickly, probably even before she finished peeing. In my defense, it was my first time.
She was nice, though, and we spent the night with her teaching me various ways to pleasure a woman… I think she had a good time by the end of it. The next morning, I made her breakfast and offered her sweatpants. She smiled at me and pulled up her white pants instead. There was a faint yellow stain on both the front and back that I could clearly see, but she said, “I think it’s more obvious if I walk around with non-matching sweatpants.”
Fair enough. We hooked up a few more times that year, but she eventually ended up with a boyfriend. We stayed friends through college. As for peeing, I never saw her wet herself again, but once we went out and on the way back she pulled up her red dress and pulled aside a red thong and peed behind a bike rack, clearly visible to me. She always peed in my bathroom with the door open, too. I still don’t know to this day if she knew the effect seeing her pee would have on me, but I those moments are saved in my memory forever. Oh, and once she told me about coming home to her boyfriend drunk as hell and wetting the bed. Lucky guy. Though he probably didn’t enjoy it as much as I would have. |
Here's another two stories! The first has messing and is short, so I'll bold where you're free to skip to if you're not into that.
I unfortunately didn’t witness anything like my high school senior year during exam weeks in college, but there was one incident. The end of sophomore year, I had to miss a final (I genuinely had to travel due to a death in the family, but I felt weird telling that to the instructor knowing she probably didn’t believe me) and I was scheduled to make it up the last day of finals week in the office of our TA. Selene was also there to make up the final. She was on our track & field team and in my discussion group. They had their last meet on the day of the final, so she was making it up as well. When I got there, she was telling the TA that they had their end of the year celebration last night. She did seem a little hung over, dressed in a plain tee and green athletic shorts. She looked a lot like (and had the build of) track star Michelle Jenneke, but her athletic shorts were the loose, baggier, comfy kind, not the kind you wear when actually running.
We got started with the exam, with me checking Selene’s capacity out of habit now. 60% bladder, 70% bowels. Seemed high right before a final with six essays, but not so high I was anticipating a “moment,” if you will. She must have been hung over and just wanted to get this final over with. In the silence, punctuated by furious writing, I could hear her stomach grumbling. I’ve firsthand experienced the kind of uncomfortable stomach that comes after a long night of drinking and didn’t envy her attempting to try to concentrate on her exam.
I was sitting at the desk next to her, so I could side-eye and see as her legs crossed at 65% and 75%. She started tapping her foot and bouncing her legs at 70% and 80%. She leaned forward, probably in mild pain, when her bowels hit 85%. I was so distracted I was probably only halfway done with my essays. The whole time, she was just continuously writing and writing. The TA was just sitting at her own desk on the other side of the room on her laptop, oblivious - which gave me more time to observe this desperate, attractive, athletic lady. I saw her face wince and she leaned so far over her nose was practically on her paper. At that point I saw the bowels hit 90%. She eventually straightened up when the wave of desperation subsided, though, and resumed writing. I realized I was not on track to finish my own essay at this rate and forced myself to ignore her and get to finishing my own writing.
Focusing on the final, I breezed through the next three essays. I looked up, debating turning it in and leaving so I could be done with the semester, but I glanced over and saw Selene at 95% of her bladder capacity and 99% of her bowel capacity. One hand was dug in her crotch and as I looked, I realized I could smell a faint fart. She was lucky it was silent - the TA didn’t notice anything. In fact, as I kept staring (probably very obviously if anyone was looking), I saw her subtly lift her butt up and in the quiet room, I could even hear another “silent” fart - like the wind blowing.
A couple seconds after that, though, I heard another quiet fart, but this one ended in a quiet squelch. I saw her bowel capacity had reduced a percentage. She must have sharted! Her ears started to burn red as she stood up and gave her final to the TA, who didn’t suspect a thing - though her percentage lowered by another point as she handed her final. Her bladder reduced sympathetically, from 95% to 93%. She muttered goodbye to the TA and myself and quickly walked out. I couldn’t see any sign of her small accident yet, though I could smell a faint poop smell. I couldn’t miss this - I gave the TA my exam.
I quickly followed after Selene, pretending like I was just happening to use the exit by the girls’ bathroom. Selene heard my footsteps and straightened up and removed her hand from her crotch, pretending nothing was wrong.
This was her demise. I saw as she slowly walked down the hall, with me quickly catching up, her bowels immediately began to drop from 98% all the way down to 0% over the course of about 30 seconds, the time it took for me to catch up to her. I could see her shorts, though loose, start showing a bulge at around 50% and it becoming quite obvious as it reached 0%, the bulge implying something the size of an orange trapped within. In the quiet and empty hallway, I could hear the crackling and the occasional quiet fart (though not as bad as you might imagine given her recent drinking) and saw her bladder was also decreasing in spurts - 95% to 90%, 90% to 80%, all the way down to 50% by the time I was beside her. There were trails of her pee along her toned legs and a couple of yellow splotches on the white floor behind her. I, of course, was in heaven, and it was very visible I was enjoying the show. I couldn’t let Selene know I was a perv! I dipped left while she went right and immediately entered the men’s bathroom. I was so horny I really thought about jerking off right there in public, but I entered a stall and sat down to calm down and eventually pee.
Fortunately for me, though, I heard the door bang open and footsteps as someone entered the stall next to me (there were only two stalls). I looked down and saw familiar running shoes, shaved legs, and trails of wetness. It was a girl! It was Selene! Why was she here? She must not have known I was in the bathroom and perhaps the girls’ bathroom was closed for repairs or cleaning. She must have seen my feet in the stall next door but probably didn’t recognize my shoes and also didn’t care - she probably didn’t want to walk all the way home with a load in her shorts. I heard her slowly lower her shorts and heard a loud splash as she must have dumped the load into the toilet. The bathroom began to smell like her poop as she lowered her shorts the rest of the way and sat down to pee. I could see the inside of her shorts, wrapped around her ankles. You know how some looser women’s shorts have, like, compression shorts or a pseudo-underwear inside? Often of a mesh pattern. Kind of like men’s swimming trunks. Anyway, if you can picture that, it was like that, so she wasn’t wearing underwear. The lining was white and there was a clear brown stain the size of an orange and a yellowish tinge further up. The sight of that and the sound of her peeing was too much and I sat there on the toilet, willing myself to be silent as I came. I believe she was none the wiser as she pulled up her shorts, not bothering to wipe or clean up (I guess what’s the point at this rate) and walked out. I waited for a certain… issue to subside before doing the same, though she was long gone by the time I left.
Wetting only here on out, next part.
My junior year, I was lucky to witness three events. The first was at a protest I was covering as a reporter for the student newspaper, a break from student government I was happy to take. The protest was about sexual assault, as this was around the time the #MeToo movement was gaining visibility, and campus had a few blatant cases of sexual assault being ignored by administration. But you’re not here to hear about depressing college politics.
The protest marched all throughout campus for a couple hours, stopping to disrupt places like libraries and administrative offices. I didn’t expect to see any desperation and the thought was furthest from my mind as I took my job seriously and wanted to cover the protest well, walking along and jotting notes and pulling people aside to interview. However, ¾ of the way through, a friend named Melissa came up to me. I knew her through journalism because she was a photographer for the student newspaper, but today someone else was doing that and she was participating as a protestor. Melissa was a skinny blonde who you’d easily expect to be at a protest, with hip high-waisted shorts and dreads, like this Instagram model. I personally thought it was a bit weird to have dreads as a white person, but you’re also not here to hear my opinions on these things. Melissa was a nice person, we got along in the office, and she was an excellent photographer.
Melissa stepped out of the stream of a couple of hundred marchers and came up to me as I stood to the side on the sidewalk away from the road, notepad in hand. She looked a little panicked. She stood close so she could talk quietly. “Hey, where is the nearest bathroom? I gotta pee…”
As if to emphasize her point, she squirmed then, lifting her left leg and wrapping it around her right, holding her crotch with her right hand for a couple seconds. I couldn’t believe she was so blatant about her “potty dance” in front of me, but she was always a pretty forward person. I looked at her bladder capacity… she was already at 95%. Yeah, that’s potty dance in front of your friend levels, for sure. I realized she asked me a question and I should stop staring at her like a creep. “Oh… uhh… there’s a coffeeshop a couple blocks away, the march should go right by it. I’ll point it out when we get there.”
She looked relieved. “Thank god. I didn’t know we would be marching this long, I didn’t use the bathroom before coming here.”
I didn’t have an answer to that so we walked at the back of the pack in silence, Melissa occasionally stopping to cross her legs and bounce in place for a couple seconds. A block away from the coffeeshop, I saw she was at 98% and had taken to permanently having her hand in her crotch, no longer caring if people saw her. I said, encouragingly, “It’s just a block away, hang on!”
All she could muster was a muffled “Mhmm” in response. Her steps were getting smaller and smaller until we were at the front door. She stood there, hand in crotch, hunched over, veryy clearly needing to pee to anyone looking and very clearly waiting for me to open them. The protestors were just marching by without caring, and were fortunately grabbing most of the attention, but I saw a couple people sitting on the outside patio giving her a strange look. She was at 99%. I swung the door open, willing myself not to be… too visibly excited at watching this very desperate lady, and she shuffled in. Bathrooms were for paying customers only so I told her I would buy one while she went before a barista would yell at us. The bathrooms were behind me so I couldn’t watch while she walked over, but apparently there was a wait because by the time I bought a coffee and walked over, she was still in front of two doors, each locked. Must have been single occupancy bathroom. I saw her number was down to 95% and couldn’t help but look down. I didn’t see a visible wet spot from behind as I walked towards her, but I as I got closer I could see just one wet trail along her upper left leg as she crossed her right leg over in front. In fact, as I got to her, I saw it go down to 93% and the trail grew in size. I tapped her shoulder. “How long have you been waiting?”
“Ugh, there was someone in front of me before and she just went in so who knows. I don’t know what the other person is doing but they’ve been in there the whole time.”
We were at the back of the coffeeshop and I saw her eyeing the door to the back alley. Was she… thinking about peeing in the alley? I was honestly so turned on at the thought. Her percentage suddenly dropped to 90%. Standing beside her, I could see her front and could now see a wet circle at her crotch. She muttered, “Fuck it.”
She started running to the door as I saw the number begin to drop steadily. With each step, it was 89%, 88%, 87%. Trying to be helpful and also wanting to see the action as the pervert I was, I ran ahead to open the door for her. She rushed out, now more than one trail running down her leg as the wet spot kept darkening and growing. From behind, I could see it climb up her rear and appear along the legs of the shorts. I followed her out into the alley, which fortunately for her, was empty and closed the door so people inside the coffeeshop couldn’t see. She swooped her shorts down and squatted, revealing a surprisingly effeminate flower-patterned panties. I was surprised her panties didn’t go down with her shorts, and maybe she was too, because I clearly saw the already darkened crotch glisten with renewed wetness as a trickle dripped down her bottom and onto the ground. It stopped before a full on spurt came out, pushing through the cotton and forward a little towards her feet. She finally got control and pulled aside her very wet gusset, revealing her vulva as piss shot out. She peed freely now, audibly sighing in relief and not caring as some of it dripped down her vulva back into her panties. The puddle below her grew and grew, bubbling a little and frothing where the pee landed. I could easily hear the hissing of the piss coming out of her over the sound of it hitting the asphalt ground. The puddle was a couple feet long by the time her percentage hit zero and I watched as the last drops trickled down and was absorbed by her underwear. She let go and the gusset slipped over, covering herself. She gingerly stood up, wincing at how wet it probably felt down there. The wetness was less than a third up the front of her flower-patterned underwear, though I suspect it was much higher up in the back given her squatting. She pulled up her shorts, which showed a relatively small circle on her crotch the size of a fist before finally making eye contact with me. That was, of course, when she raised her eyebrow at my obvious arousement. She walked up to me. “I would say thank you for helping me out, but it seems I already paid you back.”
I was deeply embarrassed. I didn’t know how to answer. “Uh… Sorry…”
She smirked. “It’s fine. Actually, it makes me feel a little bit better about myself. Now, you need to calm down so you can go back to reporting on the rest of the protest while I go home and change.”
I nodded and she turned and walked away. I could see a similar fist-sized wet spot from behind as she walked down the alley and turned and disappeared before I went to trying to distract myself so I could go catch up to the protest and report on the rest of it. I hoped I hadn’t missed anything important…
Melissa and I continued to work for the student newspaper for the next two years (she was a year ahead of me and graduated after that) and stayed friends through that, but we never did bring up that incident and I never saw her that desperate again. Ah, well, that’s probably the best possible outcome in real life - mutual ignoring of an embarrassing moment for everybody. |
Like last time, the first story has messing so please skip if you're not into that.
In the fall of my junior year, the staff of the student newspaper got to go to a conference about student journalism. It went from Friday morning through Sunday morning to avoid missing too much school. It was a state over, but not too far, so we carpooled/road tripped there. One of our sports reporters, Matt, had a car in college so he drove. In our car was Melissa, who you heard of previously, myself, and Leila, an opinion editor. I didn’t work with the opinion side, so I didn’t know Leila well, but she was not what I expected after spending all weekend with her. She was in a sorority and intimidatingly beautiful, standing out from the others due to being half-Persian, and she always came across like she was too good for her surroundings. She looked, in fact, a lot like this Iranian model. She was always fashionable, as well. But, when I actually began talking to her, she was actually quite down to earth and quite an open book, as well. This unexpected bluntness was quite endearing, I think because you just didn’t expect it from such a lady. But, all the way there, she and I were in the back seat so I got to know just how little she lived up to the “prim and proper” mannerisms and fashion she had. We talked about drugs, boys and drunken hook-ups, the gross secrets of her sorority sisters, her cheating once on a final, and (to my interest) her propensity to have to poop if she ate figs.
The drive over and the conference was, from you readers’ perspective, probably uninteresting. However, it was very, very busy as people tried to jampack the whole conference into two and a half days. And, with all college conferences, the nights were full of alcohol, parties, and hook-ups. I definitely got lucky myself. But, no desperation sighted. So, after a blur of a weekend, it was Sunday afternoon and Melissa, Matt, and I were groggily packing ourselves into Matt’s car, hungover to all hell. Leila, on the other hand, despite drinking just as heavily, was dressed to the nines as she had been all weekend. She was wearing a white romper like the model was in that post earlier. Similarly, she was also wearing sunglasses, perhaps the only sign she was also hungover.
The first hour of the drive was in silence due to our throbbing headaches. As we chugged water and slowly recovered, I finally spoke up. “Alright, Leila, how the hell are you so well put together?”
Melissa chimed in. “Yeah, you’re dressed like you’re going to a dinner party and I’m in sweatpants.”
Leila chuckled. “Trust me, I’m dying on the inside too. I’m just chugging water and if I take off these sunglasses the sunlight might make me puke.”
I laughed but replied, “Okay, but do you need to out-dress all of us so badly?”
Leila was apologetic. “I’m not trying to show you up! I just have a date when we get back.”
We all replied with, “Oooooooooh.”
Matt spoke up from the driver’s seat, “Tell us the deets!”
“Um… he’s a senior, he’s in a frat… but he’s not like a bro-y douche, he’s an engineering major. He wants to research cleaning up oil spills. My friend introduced us.”
We gossiped a bit more about the boy and her love life before Melissa spoke up, “Do we have any food? I’m famished.”
We had slept late Sunday morning and skipped lunch to finish packing, so we hadn’t had food yet. I rummaged around the back seats. “Umm… We have a can of peanuts here and some dried fruit.”
I passed it to Melissa, who shared it with Matt, before she passed them back to Leila. Leila hungrily dove into the peanuts before moving on to the dried fruit. I noted the type. “Uh… Leila… You know those are figs, right?”
Leila laughed. “I don’t even care. Besides, figs are from the Middle East just like me, we have to get along, right?”
“...that doesn’t even make sense.”
Hangovers reduced, water drunk, and food eaten, we were all more talkative and the miles passed by. I discreetly checked Leila’s bladder and bowel capacity. Sure enough, the eating and drinking to compensate for the late and hungover morning was catching up to her. Her bladder was at 70% and her bowels had surged ahead of it to 75%. That piqued my interest, as we had probably two and a half more hours to go, but there were gas stations and rest stops along the way so I assumed it wouldn’t get out of hand and I wasn’t going to get a show. I was wrong on that…
The first reason why is because despite the conversation livening up, Leila eventually fell asleep. Unsurprising, as she had hinted to us she spent both nights with different guys (raising even more questions for me as to how she manages to look so put together). We drove an hour without her waking up. The longer we went, the more I checked on her capacity as I realized it was climbing quickly and steadily. After an hour, her bladder was at 80% and her bowels were at a shocking 90%. She was not lying about the impact of figs.
The reason she woke up was rather funny. When she hit 90%, asleep and head against the window, I heard a quiet “woosh” noise, which I realized was a fart. It must have been from Leila while she was asleep. I assume I was the only one who heard that one, being much closer in the backseat, but it was immediately followed by a louder, ruder sounding one, more like a “brrap.” The whole car realized it came from Leila and we all looked at each other in surprise. We then smelled the farts and maybe it was such a bad smell coming from such a put-together looking woman like Leila, but we all started laughing hysterically, which woke Leila up. “Uh… what’s so funny?”
Melissa replied, “Yo, you just farted so loud in your sleep.”
Leila started laughing along. “Ugh, not even the first time I’ve done that in front of others. Apparently I farted in my sleep in front of my ex all the time.”
I joked, “Those figs getting to you?”
Leila grimaced. “Uh… yeah, actually. Can we stop soon? Otherwise this fart is just a taste of what’s to come.”
Matt laughed. “Gross, Leila. But, some bad news, we just passed the last exit for 35 miles, so it’ll be half an hour.”
Leila groaned. “Ugh. I can hold it. Stupid rural America.”
Melissa winked at her. “Not a good thing for an Iranian to be caught saying, don’t you think?”
We all started laughing again and I think Leila put her desperation to the back of her head as we continued talking.
I could observe her subtle body language, though. A few minutes later, she had her legs tightly crossed. Unsurprising, her bladder was at 85% full. Her arms were then locked stiffly, pressing into the car seat on both sides. Her whole body was tense, which was probably from her trying to hold her bowels in, climbing from 90% to 95% in a relatively short time. As it climbed, she stayed stiff with her arms straight down, but she started leaning further and further forward and her arms moved forward until it was gripping the edge of the car seat. Her stomach probably hurt, the combination of figs and last night’s alcohol doing her no favors.
We finally saw the exit coming up and she moved her hands to clutch her stomach. “Please hurry…”
Matt took the exit as quickly as he could, but when we took the off-ramp, we realized the exit was just to a country road with nothing on it. It said there was a gas station, but as we went further down, we saw it was abandoned.
Leila groaned loudly. “Why is this happening!”
Matt reassured, “There’s a rest stop coming up. It’s just in a few miles!”
He gunned it back to the highway. I could see Leila was at 98% of her bowel capacity. She caught me staring at her, though. I blushed, hoping she didn’t think I was objectifying her (which I was…). She didn’t, apologizing, “You’re right, I shouldn’t have eaten those figs…”
I forced a chuckle. “It’ll be fine, Leila, we’ll get to the rest stop and then afterwards we can laugh about this.”
“I don’t know if I can la-”
Leila stopped mid-sentence as a wet-sounding fart escaped from her. We were no longer laughing, knowing that she was on the verge of stinking up the whole car for the rest of the ride. Melissa subtly rolled down her window just a little. Leila did the same and then said, “I’m sorry!”
I was confused as to what she was apologizing for, but then I saw her lift her butt off the seat and let out the loudest fart yet, probably three seconds long. It was so ridiculous we couldn’t help but laugh, including Leila. Melissa said, “Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve farted like that ever.”
The rest stop appeared then, and Leila clapped her hands against the front seat. “Faster faster!”
I saw her bowels go to 99%... then 100% as we got to the off-ramp. Her bladder was at a desperate 93%, too. Leila turned to me, dead serious. “I’m straight up prairie-dogging it.”
Melissa shouted, “Gross!”
I patted her back sympathetically and told her she would make it, but I was in heaven internally. Leila practically opened the door before Matt finished parking. I said I had to go pee, too, and got out and followed Leila in. She made no illusions about her desperation, hunched over with her arms over her stomach. Matt and Melissa stayed in the car while I watched as Leila’s butt faced me. I kept an eye on her 100% full bowels. As she grabbed the rest stop door, I saw the first sign of disaster as the number crept down to 99%... 98%... then as she swung the door open, it plummeted to 70%. The white romper had a lacy layer on top and like many rompers of such a design, there was a solid and more form fitting white layer inside. While the lacy layer was loose enough to not show anything, I could see through it to the tighter inside layer and saw a telltale bulge. Additionally, while she wasn’t totally full bladder-wise, I could see a trickle go down her left leg as she must have let out a spurt or two as she pooped.
I saw her let out another spurt as a trickle went down her right leg as she was confronted by the situation inside. Girls’ bathroom: closed for cleaning.
She hurried over to the unisex single occupancy bathroom and pulled. Locked. Someone was inside. As she pulled, I saw her bowels drop again to 50%. I heard farts and crackling echo the empty main room and saw the bulge grew big enough to push the lacy layer back. I was surprised there wasn’t an obvious brown discoloration, but whatever underwear she was wearing was containing her accident. The leg openings of the romper were loose enough that as she also pissed in spurts, it just trickled down her legs rather than discolor her romper significantly.
I couldn’t just stand there and stare at Leila poop herself, since she would wonder what the hell I was doing, so I walked past her like I hadn’t just heard her obvious accident (and could now smell her accident, too!) to enter the men’s room. To be honest, at that point, I just really wanted to jerk off in a stall at what I had just witnessed and what I presume to be a total accident while she waited. I’m not proud to admit I did just that before using the bathroom myself. By the time I had calmed down and washed my hands thoroughly and exited, she was nowhere to be seen. I wondered if she had finished cleaning up… I pulled on the door for the single occupancy bathroom. It was unlocked! She must have headed back to the car. I looked around furtively, seeing I was alone, stepped in and locked the door. The smell of a fresh shit was very obvious. On instinct, I looked at the trash and saw a layer of loose toilet paper. I had a suspicion… I swept the top layer of toilet paper aside and lo and behold was greeted by a pair of white panties, almost certainly Leila’s. I picked it up and saw the gusset was soaked and the back was totally stained brown throughout. The sight is burned into my memory. I wished I could take it with me, but there’s no way I could hide a smelly pair of underwear in my pocket for a whole car trip.
I returned to the car and got in. Beside me, Leila sat in her romper, meek and red faced, but no evidence of an accident. I saw she was at 0% now. Matt said, none the wiser, “Alright, everyone ready?”
Leila and I nodded and Matt set off. I snuck a look to Leila’s romper and could see a hint of a wet spot in her crotch, but nothing obvious. Leila was understandably quiet for the rest of the trip. When we got home, she got out and I could see a hint of dried yellow in the inner layer and the faintest small brown stain, maybe the size of a clementine. No one would notice unless you really, really looked… but I noticed because I knew what had happened. To this day I have no idea if she knew that I knew, since we never talked about it. I also have no idea how her date went or if she got to change beforehand. I love the idea that she went straight to her date, though, being viewed by her date and others as this fashionable, sexy woman who was perfectly dressed and made no mistakes while her romper had just the slightest hint she had had an accident.
No more messing content. There is sexual content as a heads up!
Even though I had, by my junior year, hooked up with various people, I didn’t have a long-term girlfriend until that year. Her name was Cory, one of those unisex names rising in popularity these days. We met on a dating app towards the beginning of the semester dated all through junior year, but she was a year older and graduated before me so we split amicably at the end of that summer so she could go off to grad school somewhere else. She was an education major, and like many teachers, had a bladder of steel. She was just a bit of a tomboy and very blunt, and part of that meant she liked to rip farts around me and then laugh maniacally as I gagged, but my secret power meant I knew when she did that it was almost never out of a moment of desperation, which always secretly disappointed me. In a year of dating her, I didn’t see any real cases of wetting or close calls to share with you - except one. That incident, actually, involved two people - Cory and her friend Ellie. I always found Cory’s friend Ellie a little too attractive… she looked like Blake Lively, but of course I would never tell Cory that. On this day Ellie was wearing a sundress like Blake’s here, though her hair was blonde like Blake’s is now. Cory was a little curvier, and she actually rather looked like a lady some of y’all probably have seen before, which is Naomi. Like her in that picture, Cory was dressed on this day in a simple small pair of jean shorts and a plain form-fitting long-sleeved shirt. Cory never was big on dressing up for things - she didn’t get into fashion the way a lot of her friends did. I always found it endearing how little she conformed to what people felt ladies should be like.
It was a very warm day in late spring, signalling the end was near for the school year, and everyone was dressing in warm weather clothes as a way of almost willing summer to arrive. Cory and Ellie had a lecture together (that was two hours long, apparently!) and had gone straight to a popular bar in the summer that had an outdoor patio. Cory texted me to join her and I had finished my classes for the day, so I did. When I arrived, Cory, usually pretty emotionally calm, bounded out of her seat to stand up and kiss me. I was happy to see she was so exuberant… maybe we would have a good time tonight. The girls had a pitcher of beer to share and we contentedly talked about nothing as we enjoyed the beer and warm weather.
After we had finished our pitcher, we were a little bit drunk and loose (I may have been grabbing Cory’s leg under the table flirtatiously…) and Ellie brought up, “Tonight’s actually the first outdoor concert at the park! We should go!”
Our college was by a park that the town would host outdoor concerts by local artists. It was really an excuse to legally drink outside in a park during the day. It seemed de-stressing from the end of the semester crunch was on the minds of both girls, because Cory agreed and said that we should pick up some alcohol from a liquor store to bring.
It was probably another hour by the time we had picked up alcohol (two bottles of wine and a six pack of beer because Cory prefers beer to wine) and found a spot in the park to settle into as the first musician got started (some… techno DJ? It was not good and very out of date, even by then). As Ellie sat down on the grass, my perverse self glimpsed up her sundress and saw light pink boyshorts. Halfway through the DJ’s setlist, Cory made a joking drinking game where we drank every time the DJ used the airhorn noise and, unsurprisingly, by the time he was done with his setlist, we were pretty drunk. A more talented and interesting rapper was up next, so we actually paid attention as Ellie and I sipped wine while Cory started on her third (!!) beer.
After the rapper was done, while we were waiting for the next artist, I joked at Cory, “Wow, you gotta slow down, you’re gonna finish that beer before we’re halfway through.”
Cory laughed. “I need it! These end of the year projects are killing me. My groups are all idiots!”
Ellie nodded. “Group projects always means you’re gonna carry all the weight and everyone else freeloads.”
Cory added, “Besides, you two are almost done with that first bottle. Don’t attack me before looking at yourselves!”
It was true, I was feeling quite tipsy and I suspect Ellie was the same. We had now gone probably three hours drinking non-stop (and Ellie and Cory came straight from class, so who knows when was the last time they had gone to the bathroom!), and despite Cory’s iron bladder, I suspected they would be desperate soon. A look with my “power” confirmed - Ellie was at around 70% full while Cory was at 75%.
There weren’t exactly bathrooms out in the park, so I wondered if I would finally see my girlfriend and her hot friend desperate. After some chatting and drinking, another artist came on. I didn’t pay much attention, though, as I furtively checked Ellie and Cory’s bladders as the show went on. They were into the musician and didn’t show any signs of desperation, but I saw as their bladder got more and more full. It was fascinating to have two girls to compare. It seemed Ellie, despite starting at a lower number, was getting desperate faster than Cory, and by the time Cory hit 80%, Ellie had caught up and was at 80% as well. It wasn’t just my imagination that Cory had a stronger bladder than average.
I could tell Cory was feeling the effects, even if she showed no outward sign of desperation, because she had significantly slowed her drinking. By the time the third artist was finished, Cory was at 85% and Ellie had surged past to 90%. I was feeling rather… frisky knowing, secretly, that they both had to pee, and I put my arm around Cory and kissed her on the cheek. She was probably feeling that, too, in part because of how much she drank, and kissed me back on the lips deeply.
Ellie groaned. “Ugh, stop showing off, you know I’m single.”
Cory laughed. “You could pull in boys like that, you know?”
“Yeah, but most boys are trash. Besides, I gotta pee.”
Damn, I thought. This is where common sense comes in and they go find a bathroom together. Hell, even I had to pee a bit, I had been drinking right alongside them, though not as much as Cory (heaven knows I would never win a holding contest against her if we tried). However, as luck would have it, Cory knew the next artist. “After her setlist we’ll find a bathroom, okay?”
Ellie groaned again. “Fine. She better be good!”
She was actually very good. She was a singer and rapper and dancer, and it was pretty impressive to me to do all that as a single artist on stage. I didn’t pay that much attention, though, because Ellie was showing clear signs of desperation now. First it was the legs fidgeting, then the constant changing of seating (first she sat with her two legs on her right, then on her left, then she sat directly on her legs). She was stuck switching between two or three positions, though, since she was wearing a dress and couldn’t risk flashing everyone. Soon, though, she was blatantly putting her hand in her crotch.
I had my arm around Cory and she was doing a better job hiding it, but I could tell she was a little tense and even felt her flex her lower muscles a couple times. She sat cross-legged for a while, but the open legs clearly wasn’t helpful so she switched to laying her legs straight ahead and crossing one over the other.
When the artist Cory knew was finished, Ellie jumped to her feet, giving me another glimpse of her pink panties. No sign of wetness… yet. She was at 95% of her bladder capacity. That would be considered an emergency; given how desperate she was, she was honestly more subdued than I expected. Cory stood up, too, knowing what Ellie wanted, though not as urgently. As she got up, her shirt rode up and I could see a white thong peeking above the hemline of her somewhat low cut shorts. Since I had never seen her truly desperate before despite dating for more than half a year at that point, I loved the idea of her having to pee so badly.
We wandered around the park for a few minutes and realized there were no bathrooms around. Ellie finally snapped and showed how desperate she was, crossing her legs and doubling over. Cory, ever the leader, decided to lead us back towards the bars we came from. It was late enough that other businesses, like coffeeshops and restaurants, were closed already. Ellie now was desperate enough to be stopping occasionally and crossing her legs, which led to Cory turning around and impatiently tapping her feet, waiting for her and showing just a hint of her own desperation.
As Ellie’s desperation stops got more frequent, I put my arms around Cory again and rubbed her back to calm her down. It worked, and as Ellie started stopping every few feet, I began to use these breaks to kiss Cory. That definitely worked to distract Cory from her own desperation and Ellie’s slow progress. As we passed an alley, Ellie stopped yet again and this time blatantly shoved her hands in her crotch and doubled over. I saw she was at 99%. The sight was too much for Cory, who finally showed real signs of her desperation at a wild 95%. She crossed her legs on the spot. I was very excited watching this and pulled Cory in for a kiss yet again, which she still responded hungrily to. My hand, on her back, descended down and gave her butt a squeeze and I could tell she was exercising her pelvic muscles, holding in her own bladder. She playfully pushed me aside, but then kissed me again.
Behind us, we heard Ellie say, “Fuck it.”
We broke off to look and saw her diving into the alley. We followed suit and I saw her hit 100% of her bladder capacity then it immediately start to decline. 99%... 98%... 95%... 90%... Now in the alley, she started to lift up her dress. I could see trickles rolling down her legs and a full stream creating a puddle between her legs. She fully lifted her dress above her waist and I saw her pink boyshorts with a growing dark spot in the front, glistening as a stream practically fell out of her. Seeing as she was already wetting herself, she resigned to just standing there and finished peeing right through her panties. Cory and I just stared in surprise. I was so horny watching this absurdly attractive woman hold up her dress and pee on the spot and I realized that we were in public and anyone would be able to tell how I was feeling… Ellie looked at us and raised an eyebrow at me, but I think she assumed it was because I was just making out with Cory, fortunately for me. Watching Ellie pee was clearly tough for Cory, because she put her hand in her crotch and crossed her legs while bouncing subtly. I had never seen her do that. Wanting her to be comfortable more than wanting to see her wet herself, I said, “You can pop a squat if you want. I’ll cover you.”
She shook her head. “I can wait till we get home.”
Ellie at this point had finished peeing, and she looked mournfully at her wet legs and wet panties. “I think I need to go home and change.”
Cory, not wanting to leave her friend alone, but also wanting to get there as quickly as possible, suggested getting an Uber ride. We agreed, but to save on cost, Cory ordered an Uber pool, which carpooled us with other people headed in the same direction. As the bars were beginning to get into full swing, we got a ride pretty quickly. As it pulled up, we could see there was someone in the front and someone in the pack of the sedan. The driver rolled down his window and said, “Hey, Uber pools are for two people only! All three of you won’t fit.”
Cory brushed him off. “Don’t worry, I’ll just sit on my boyfriend’s lap.”
The driver, wanting the money, shrugged his shoulders and let us enter. The very idea of my desperate girlfriend sitting on my lap was getting me excited, but I tried to stay calm as Ellie sat in the middle, her accident hidden from the other passengers, while I sat down and Cory sat directly on my lap. Cory was at 99%...
Cory tried to sit still, given that two of the passengers and the driver were total strangers, but I could feel her flex her muscles as she held everything in. Eventually, it got too much and she crossed her legs and began to squirm right on my crotch. She would lean left then right, shaking her right leg while it was over her left leg. Truly, it was her desperation that caused me to have an erection, but at least I could blame it on her squirming right on me. She definitely felt it, and I could tell she began to rub her butt on it intentionally. I loved the fact that she was clearly horny too despite having to pee so badly.
I had my arms around her loosely, but as I got turned on again, I subtly moved my left arm, which was away from the other passengers, into her crotch between her crossed legs and covered it up with my right hand. I pressed against her, on the premise of helping her hold it in, and she rewarded me by pushing her butt particularly firmly against me. Eventually, this escalated to me moving my fingers in a circle, trying to tease her through the denim. I heard her softly gasp, but she grinded her butt against me, silently asking me to keep going.
I looked around, and the other two passengers were oblivious, but it seemed Ellie was looking on in interest. Rather than seeming disgusted, she seemed to look on longingly, like she wanted in on the action. I loved the idea that she actually found us attractive, since I thought she was a bit out of my league, so I kept going despite knowing we were discovered.
A few minutes later, the other two passengers got dropped off. Cory didn’t even really seem to notice, staring ahead without focus as her cheeks and her ears got redder as she got hornier. With the other two passengers leaving, Ellie moved over and I could see a damp spot on the middle. Her underwear must have gotten her dress, and eventually the seat, wet. Cory didn’t bother to get off me, though, as the driver made the last leg to Ellie’s apartment, and I got more brazen. I switched hands, then moved my left hand up her shirt and slipped beneath her bra and began to play with her nipple, which I knew was very sensitive for her. She gasped, louder this time, but the driver was oblivious. Ellie stared hungrily on, clearly enjoying the show.
Cory had hit 100% of her capacity at this point, and the situation was such a turn on I was afraid I would cum in my pants as she grinded her butt against me. Eventually, the inevitable happened. I felt a sudden warm wetness against my fingers as I saw her drop to 99%. She pushed particularly hard against me and used her hands to press my fingers harder into her, and this combination was too much for me. I knew she could feel me pulsate as I came right into my jeans, too horny to care about the embarrassment. Cory, both feeling that and my fingers, came as well, and she moaned softly as she tried to hide what was happening from the driver (Ellie knew full well what was happening). Cumming was too much for her, and she started to spurt against my fingers. I felt each one second spurt align with her orgasmic contractions, wetting her denim before rolling down to her butt and onto my own jeans. At 80%, she held it in, which was good so we didn’t mess up the Uber, but I could feel my front being completely wet from both her and myself.
After we came down from that high, we arrived at Ellie’s apartment and breathlessly thanked the driver before stepping out. I looked down and saw Cory’s butt darkened and completely wet, along with the front of my jeans. It honestly looked like both of us peed ourselves (I did rather have to go, but nothing like the girls). Standing on the sidewalk, Cory announced, “Fuck holding it in any longer.”
She started to pee, spreading her legs so it would go straight down and not into her shoes. Since she was no longer sitting, the wet spot grew on her front as a stream fell straight down. I could hear the hiss as she forced it all out. If I hadn’t just came, I would have been totally hard, but fortunately I could hide my fetish this time. Cory eventually finished peeing, her butt totally soaked and her front having a spot the size of a dinner plate that went down to the edges of her shorts. A puddle was beneath her several feet wide. She must have had a huge bladder. Ellie commented, “Damn girl, how much pee can you hold?”
Cory laughed. “I haven’t peed since I woke up this morning!”
Holy shit, I thought. Eventually, Ellie unlocked the front door to her apartment and we all went in. We followed Ellie up the stairs (giving me a good shot of her still wet pink boyshorts and the back of her dress, which indeed looked damp) and into her apartment, which was an efficiency she lived in by herself. Ellie announced, “I gotta change.”
Since I had to pee and wanted to give Ellie privacy (well, I didn’t WANT to, I just knew that was the nice thing to do), I said that I would go to the bathroom. Cory pulled me in. “Oh no you don’t.”
“What?!”
“We both peed our pants, you’re staying here.”
“You can’t make me.”
Cory grabbed my wet crotch. “I bet I can convince you.”
She began full on making out with me, clearly still horny. I couldn’t believe it. Ellie couldn’t either, but she looked on excitedly as Cory pushed me onto a futon and straddled me, kissing me the whole time. I was quickly hard again, and Cory grabbed my crotch as she made out with me. I was kissing her back enthusiastically and then ripped off her shirt, not caring that Ellie was right there. Ellie had not changed and was staring at us, mouth agape.
I quickly took off Cory’s white bra, showing off her somewhat small but pert breasts, her nipples sticking out as I played with them. She moaned, louder now that she wasn’t in public, before pulling me off the futon so that she could undress me down to my boxers. She followed suit, pulling off her shorts and I saw her white thong in full glory, wet almost all the way up to the hemline. She got on her knees and pulled my boxers down and began to blow me. I glanced over at Ellie, and to my shock, she was sitting on her bed with the front of her dress up as she fingered herself inside her wet panties. The sight was too much and I knew I would cum very quickly, so I gently pulled Cory away and sat her down before moving her wet thong aside and eating her out. I loved that I could smell the acrid pee on her thong. After a few minutes, Cory pulled me on the futon, completely ignoring Ellie, and pulled off her thong and began to have sex with me. I could see Ellie still masturbating past Cory, and the combination of witnessing them wet themselves, having sex, and seeing Ellie masturbate was too much and I came in Cory, pulling her across the finish line as she came again, but this time loudly. The sight must have been too exciting for Ellie, as I saw her flush red as she moaned, as well, I suspect having orgasmed at the sight of us.
Eventually, the excitement died down and Cory got off me, embarrassed as she realized what we had done in front of her friend. She looked down, not making eye contact, and muttered, “Uh… sorry… got carried away.”
Ellie smiled. “You have nothing to apologize for. Besides, we all need a shower…”
With that, I finally got to go pee and we all laughingly showered together. Nothing sexual happened, which is good, since Cory and I were committed to each other at the time, but that night was the greatest sexual experience in my life, and it was spurred on by two accidents in one day. |
I'm working on a somewhat ambitious story, but I wrote a short one while I was working on that, so here it is. Just a short made up anecdote.
Senior year was a wild one from a desperation standpoint. Before I explain that, let me tell a quick anecdote from graduation, because the rest of senior year might take a while to tell. I witnessed one accident at graduation. I’m surprised I don’t hear more stories of it - hundreds, sometimes thousands of people stuck in a long ceremony (and often hungover and chugging water…). Anyway, I was lucky because the girl it happened to was sitting next to me. Her name was Rosie, a half-Black half-Latina woman and she was wearing an outfit much like this and looked much like her as well, showing off her midriff. I could see her outfit as we lined up to enter the auditorium and take our seats because she had come in late and hurried into position in front of me, zipping up her graduation gown (our colors were blue) over the outfit. I knew her briefly because we shared one class our junior year so I said a quick hello and she returned it with a quick and distracted hello.
Lots of people party the night before graduation and I wonder if she was running late after a late night. Curiosity piqued, I checked her bladder (easy since she was in front of me) and saw she was at 80% capacity. I had enough experience at this point to know I might be in for a show.
She finished zipping up her gown and we were immediately ushered into the front of the auditorium to take our seats as the ceremony began, no time for her to find a bathroom. Immediately upon sitting, Rosie crossed her legs tightly. Unfortunately for her, we immediately had to stand as the university president entered to give the introductory address. She winced as she stood, keeping her legs crossed. I imagined how tightly she was clutching her muscles under her graduation gown. We sat as the president spoke, a boring and cliché address that he probably repeated every year with tired trivia about our college and pleas for us to be “active alumni.” Rosie looked even more bored than me, her legs not only crossed but now bouncing up and down, her hands at her sides gripping her chair. Someone glancing at her would assume boredom; I knew it was more than just that. By the time the president finished, she was at 85% of her capacity. It would be touch and go for her…
After the president was the student speaker. I had no idea who he was and his speech was similarly boring and rote. Something about being proud of each other and our accomplishments and how important this school was for us. I was just excited for thousands of dollars of tuition finally paying off in the form of being sort of qualified for a job that might not be as meaningless as some. And, at the moment, it was more interesting to side-eye the ever more desperate Rosie. At one particularly corny line, Rosie groaned. Others assumed she just disliked the speaker, who was genuinely bad, but I saw she had just hit 90%. She was now bent over, in addition to her shaking crossed legs and hands gripping her seat.
Finally… the speaker was done. Unfortunately, graduation is all pomp and circumstance, and there was yet another speaker, the keynote, before we could get our degrees. The speaker was a former student who now played professional sport, the closest our school had to a celebrity graduate. He was okay, but again - corny, stereotypical, not interesting. Certainly not engaging enough for Rosie, who I saw creep up in percentage as the speaker went on. 91%. 92%. 93%. Sweat was forming on her forehead. She stared straight ahead, zoned out and not focused. Even if the speaker was interesting, there’s no way she would be paying attention.
At 96%, the keynote finally ended. She finally smiled and applauded along with the others, probably seeing the end was near and she could soon go to the bathroom. However, she was mistaken, as now the students earning PhDs and Masters degrees lined up to be brought on stage and handed their degrees. There were probably a hundred students before we could even line up to get ours. I saw Rosie’s face fall and eyebrows furrow with worry as she realized the setup. I tried to make small talk. “This ceremony is so boring… I paid thousands of dollars, I just want to get my degree and go.”
Rosie nodded. “Honestly, I’m hungover as shit, too. We stayed out until 4 AM last night.”
So… no admitting you had to pee, too. “Damn, what bar was open that late?!”
“We went to a house party… big mistake. I’m wearing the outfit I went out last night, I just threw on my graduation gown when I got up and ran here.”
“Well… you look pretty good for rolled out of bed and hungover.”
She smiled, thankfully, and didn’t think my flirtatious comment was over the line. “Thanks… UGH how many graduate students do we have? Don’t go to grad school here, we’re not that good.”
I laughed at that. She was now at 98% and rocking back and forth. The line of graduate students still paraded through stage, each person stopping to pick up their diploma and shake the president’s hand. It was moving for their family, I’m sure (mine out in the crowd somewhere, too), but so incredibly boring to watch. The rocking was a bit more noticeable, and I wondered if she was getting to a point where other people would notice.
Fortunately for her, as she hit 99%, it was our turn to get up and line up backstage to wait for our turn to cross the stage. She stood up and stiffly shuffled her way along the line as I followed, pretending to stare at my own feet when really I was staring at her and waiting for her to lose control. As we reached back stage and came to a halt, waiting to be sent on stage, I saw her hit 100%. Now that we were standing still, her legs returned to their crossed position. She had to be close to losing it.
As it was, that was when she lost it. I was so glad she was in front of me so I could stare at her without anyone noticing and keep her number visible. Before the first undergraduate was even announced across the stage, I saw her drop to 98%. I looked down, but saw nothing yet. As it dropped to 95% a few seconds later, I saw the first droplets roll down the back of her lower leg, which was just visible past the hem of her gown. She slowly uncrossed her legs and stood with them slightly apart as I saw a steady stream begin to fall. I could hear the faintest hiss and trickle as it hit the growing puddle beneath her, but no one not paying attention would likely notice in the dark backstage. The names began to be called out as the people at the front of the alphabet began crossing the stage. Rosie shuffled forward, still peeing. People were cycling through quickly and we were roughly in the first 25% of the alphabet, so we got all the way to the edge of the stage before I saw her stream die out completely. It was a long piss, probably over a minute (and she was likely trying to keep it from being full strength, to be fair). I saw she was still at 30% when she stopped, a small puddle leading to her feet going back about 15 feet. I had to imagine someone noticed wet spots on the ground, but I guess without context one would assume spilled water.
She had no obvious tell she had just done the deed and confidently grabbed her diploma and walked out on stage, shaking the president’s hand and waving to the crowd before exiting off stage. I was grateful for the gown which hid my otherwise visible excitement over what I had witnessed. I grabbed my diploma and walked out on stage. With the bright lights, I saw there were still small droplets on the ground, probably drops falling from her wet legs (and presumably her underwear). The brazenness of her… I was impressed. I shook the president’s hand, who was none the wiser, and exited. By the time I had exited, I saw she was running off backstage, likely to a bathroom.
I didn’t see her again until after the ceremony outside, where she was posing for pictures with friends and family. I could see she had unzipped her gown and her crop top and skirt were on full display but there was no sign of wetness. She had gotten away with it! I wondered if she was wearing a wet pair of underwear or if she threw them away. Both thoughts excited me. It was an enjoyable end to my college life, that was for sure, and I admit I may have looked at her social media photos from her graduation after that, knowing what she had done just an hour before those pictures were taken. |
So I organized this story a little different, it’s a fiction based on living with some girls for a whole year. Also, just a reminder that the behavior of the first person protagonist is often creepy and not acceptable in real life, so please don’t interpret my stories as me endorsing this kind of behavior lol. This is fantasy, after all. This story was inspired by a series called The Best Place I Ever Lived In on a Tumblr site called The Yellow Safe.
The reason why senior year will take a while to explain is that up until senior year, I lived by myself. Senior year, through happenstance, I lived with four girls. And somehow, I witnessed all of them have accidents. Between that and the sex at the end of junior year, my life may have peaked. I, of course, did my best to be a respectful and not creepy roommate… but I’m not sure I always succeeded.
What had happened was a good friend from the student newspaper and fellow journalism major, Yannelly, had agreed to live in a house with three other girls but they were looking for a final roommate. Desperate to sign the lease before someone else swooped it up, she asked me to join and I did without hesitation. Yannelly was model-level beautiful, a Latina woman who looked like this model, but we bonded easily at the paper over similar opinions on social justice, where journalism should go, and a whole variety of issues. We also worked well together, often working on similar or parallel political coverage. We were also the same year in school. The other three were friends of Yannelly. One was a black girl named Amy, who was a bit curvier than Yannelly. I knew Amy, too, and we had mutual friends and got along before living together (she was a big activist and thought I covered her issues well on the paper), though we weren’t close before senior year. She was a year younger. Veronica, who was model pretty and also on the curvy side, I had met before at some house parties - she used to be a big party-goer (which is how she met Yannelly) and was in the same year as Yannelly and myself. Lastly, there was Lauren, who became friends with Yannelly through a class. She was a year younger and was the only one I hadn’t met before, but the other three vouched for me. I know it seems ridiculous, but if I were to compare Lauren to someone in terms of looks, it would probably be Kendall Jenner (though she, fortunately, did not have the personality of one of the Jenner/Kardashian sisters).
I won’t lie, I was pretty excited to live with such attractive women, but my main focus was the cheap rent and being a good roommate. In fact, I wanted to prove as a guy, I could be a normal and not creepy roommate. I hadn’t anticipated, even remotely, witnessing what I did that year.
We were a surprisingly good mix for people who didn’t know each other well and ended up all close friends over the course of the year. We had movie nights, did chores and went grocery shopping together, often walked to campus together, and generally hung out (and since Veronica had a car, we often carpooled to different places, like late night food runs). I got to know all of them really well, ranging from their social lives and hobbies (Veronica loved The Office, Amy was a nature lover, Yannelly and Lauren worked out regularly, and they all partied like stereotypical college students) to their boyfriends (and sometimes girlfriends for Lauren!) and their sexual proclivities. Yannelly was still a party hound and would regularly bring home boys for very loud, often slightly drunken sex, which the rest of us would often proceed to poke fun at the next morning after the guy had slipped out. Her, Lauren, and Amy loved to gossip about sex and masturbation. I kept my mouth shut to not be a creep, but secretly I loved listening to them talk about that kind of stuff. Lauren was seeking more of a dating situation, but aside from a few flings, nothing stuck for her first semester and she complained regularly her only dependable partner was her trusty collection of vibrators, which she showed off proudly. In fact, since she had the bedroom next to mine, I could hear her masturbate, though I of course did not tell her (in part so I could continue to enjoy hearing it!). While Amy loved to gossip with them and was very open-minded, she lived her personal life more conservatively. She was often out of the house in the wilderness with her boyfriend who she had all through that year. Veronica was more of a mystery; she grew up a bit more insular and while supportive of her housemates’ lifestyles, I never once heard her give detail about her own sex life. Her refusal to admit un-ladylike habits extended to never talking about her bathroom habits, which made it more exciting whenever I did notice she was at her limit (since whether they behave like they’re desperate or not, my power meant I could see where they were really at!).
Veronica, in addition to being the least upfront about desperation, seemed to have the best control. She seemed to always come home from class or parties or events with her bladder 80-90% full and sometimes her bowels similarly high, but I rarely saw her actually not make it. Sometimes, she would come home and not even go to the bathroom right away, cooking herself dinner or doing a chore as I surreptitiously watched. She would be at 90% of her bladder capacity and just stand there in the kitchen over the stove and cook as if she wasn’t minutes away from pissing herself. She would finally pee in the 95-98% range.
The first time I had any inclination that she, too, had the occasional accident like the other girls was in late October. It was one of the last warm days and she had gone out to the bars with some friends of hers to enjoy the warm weather. She was wearing a sundress like the one in the earlier picture. Similar to that picture, her curvaceousness and big butt meant the dress always seemed a bit shorter. When she went up the stairs wearing sundresses, I realized from the bottom of the stairs I could always catch a glimpse of her butt and underwear, though I tried to not take advantage of that too often. This one day, though, she came home and was 0% of her bladder capacity. She regularly held it in public, so this surprised me. After she said hi she went upstairs and I followed her to go into my room. Looking up, what I saw was both surprising and unsurprising. Her full cut gray panties were soaked, going halfway up her butt. Her legs were dry so she must have cleaned up or wasn’t standing when she went. I was deeply curious about what happened but obviously had no way of broaching the subject. Later in the evening, it was clear she had changed out of it and that was that.
You might think three months into living with each other is actually pretty early to witness an accident, but I quickly found out desperation was common for these four girls. Amy was, frankly, lazy and seemed to always procrastinate. This meant she often seemed to come home desperate, probably having run out of time to use the bathroom while out, and sometimes it meant leaving the house desperate because she didn’t give herself enough time to use the bathroom (there was only one for all five of us).
Yannelly just seemed to have poor control, actually. I realized quickly that she regularly came home and went directly to the bathroom before going directly to the bedroom to change because she often only mostly made it. She also had one helluva metabolism and seemed to always be stinking up the bathroom, not that you want to hear about that, but it seemed she was always desperate. It was funny to me that she was, because I had never noticed before when working with her at the paper and she was a very determined person who took herself quite seriously as well (before going into journalism, she wanted to be in government and regularly went to student organization meetings well into the night on weekdays).
Lauren seemed more like Veronica at first, with no seeming out of the ordinary desperation or accidents until a certain situation late into the first semester that I’ll get to.
My first inclination that I had accidentally roomed with girls who were particularly attractive for my… preferences was literally a week into living together in early August. Since school hadn’t started back up yet, we were doing a lot of socializing and partying together, in part to get to know each other. One night, we all went out to a friend’s house party but most of us came home early. Yannelly stayed out late and I had no idea when she got home but when she did she must have passed out on the couch because I saw her there, out cold, when I came downstairs for my breakfast. She was wearing a short black dress like this one. She was passed out lying stomach down and in her passed out state, the back had ridden up somewhat and her left leg was hanging off the couch, spreading them apart. As I turned to go to the kitchen, I could see directly up her dress and saw a pair of simple, translucent pair of full cut white panties. What most intrigued me, though, was what seemed to be a stain. I furtively looked around to make sure no one else was awake and around and walked closer to her. I’m not proud of doing this, but I squatted down so I could directly see her underwear and saw her entire gusset to halfway up the back of her underwear was a clear yellow stain. She must have fully pissed herself at some point last night before she got home to pass out. Excited but not wanting to be caught, I went to the kitchen and went about my day. At some point as I was eating breakfast she woke up and muttered hello before sauntering up the stairs, clearly very hungover.
Partying certainly didn’t go well with continence. We hosted a party at the beginning of the school year and the morning after I saw Amy rush down the hall into the basement where our laundry was with the clothing she was wearing last night. I had my suspicions and snuck into her bedroom. Sure enough, her bed had a wet spot about three feet in diameter. I quickly hurried out before she returned, since I’m sure her next goal was to wash her bedding.
Similarly, a couple weeks later Yannelly came home from working out while I was on the living room couch watching TV. She muttered hi and rushed past me to the stairwell, and I could have sworn her leggings were glistening a little. She joined me on the couch in athletic shorts a few minutes later. I really felt like I could smell just a hint of acrid pee, but I didn’t say anything. Later, I checked her laundry pile while she was out of her room and found, hidden under a top layer of clothes, a pair of very wet leggings. They indeed smelled of urine. I wondered if Yannelly had an accident while working out, which wasn’t unheard of, and just walked home.
Indeed, at the beginning of October, I witnessed the first accident first-hand and it was Yannelly. It wasn’t a big one, but on Mondays I didn’t have any late classes or newspaper related meetings, so unless I had something to cover I was home first. This Monday, Yannelly was home next. She had a presentation for a class so was dressed a little fancier in a dress much like this. I was in the living room scrolling through some homework on my computer with the TV on when I heard the rattling of a key and the door burst open and slam shut as Yannelly kicked off her shoes. I suspected immediately and checked; 96% full… which suddenly dropped to 95% continued to drop. I pretended to look at my laptop as I watched. She frantically dropped her backpack by the front door and speed-walked to the stairs, presumably to the bathroom. As she came in full view, I saw glistening streaks along her tan legs before she disappeared up the stairs. By the time she left my view she was down to 80%. When I heard the bathroom door shut, I immediately headed over to the front door. Unsurprisingly, I saw droplets and little puddles leading from the door to the stairwell. They continued up the stairs and down the hall, but I went into my room rather than get closer to the bathroom so as to not arouse suspicion. I suspected Yannelly would want to clean up and didn’t want to do that with me watching. When I saw her next that evening she was dressed in casual clothing and there was no evidence of wetness on the floor.
It turns out this would be a regular occurence. A couple weeks later, on a Sunday morning, Yannelly came home from spending the night either passed out from a party or a hook-up, dressed in this very revealing dress (with similar underwear). I was vegging out on the couch (a common occurrence on the weekend), having spent the night in. Again, she came bursting in and stumbled up the stairs. I could see the numbers go down, 90%, 89%, 88%, as she disappeared up the stairs, along with the rivulets down her legs. This time, I was too lazy to make my exit and continued to lounge on my couch. A few minutes later, Yannelly reappeared wearing a tank top and sweatpants. I wondered what she would do about the trail of piss from the door to the hallway. As she came in, she dragged her feet slightly and I realized she was wearing socks and was subtly soaking up the droplets with her socks. She muttered a hungover hi to me, grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, and walked back up. I was impressed by her ingenuity, though maybe this had happened before. Over the course of the year, I saw this pee-while-running-to-the-bathroom routine a whopping four more times from Yannelly, once in purple athletic shorts where I saw rivulets along her legs as she rushed home from the gym, once in jeans that left a small wet spot visible before she disappeared to the bathroom and her room to change, and once in a romper like this that very visibly showed her growing wet spot. I had to sneak in to her laundry pile after that time because I couldn’t believe she would have mostly made it with the difficulty of taking that off. I wasn’t wrong, as the romper in her laundry pile, unlike the tennis ball sized wet spot when I saw her enter the house, now had a wet spot in the front the size of a dinner plate. *messing mention* The last occurrence was in leggings, and this time not only did I see her black leggings glisten as her bladder counted down from 99% to 90% in front of me, I saw as she entered her bowels were at 100% and then 95% by the time she passed me. I swiveled my head to follow her and saw just a hint of a bulge the size of a golf ball by the time she reached the stairs, her bowels reduced to 90%.
Oh, actually, as an aside, I did once see Veronica, who almost never displayed any poop desperation, come home from a jog late in the spring and was similarly turtleheading as she entered. Her workout leggings looked like this and the tightness along with her curvaceous butt meant despite it only being a little bit out, I could clearly see the bulge as she rushed up the stairs.
Back to Yannelly, another time, she came home from a night out wearing that dress from earlier. I was grabbing a late night snack from the kitchen when she burst in. At this point, when one of my roommates burst in with such urgency, I always automatically checked if they were desperate. This time I saw she was only at 50% of her bladder capacity and 0% of her bowel capacity. I couldn’t figure out why she was so urgent until I smelled a faint smell of poop. She said a quick hello as if nothing was wrong and proceeded to the staircase. Given the sheerness of the dress, I saw very obviously the bulge in her full black panties. Afterwards, as usual, she changed and acted like nothing was wrong. She must have decided not to go at the party and pooped herself on the way home. I wondered if anyone saw; a translucent dress is never a good option to hide your accident. *messing mention end*
It was funny how different Amy was the first time I witnessed this almost-accident happen to her, since her personality was much more down to earth. This was a chilly fall day, and she burst through the door in tight black jeans and a blue college sweater. Amy in tight jeans always had that effect of thick thighs but with a thigh gap due to the tightness of the pants, and that was always secretly a look I liked. Like Yannelly, she frantically threw off her tennis shoes and rushed to the staircase. I knew at this point to just immediately check and saw she was at 95% of her bladder capacity and dropping by the second. Despite the black jeans, I could see a glistening circle about the size of a tennis ball on the front and in behind when she started going up the stairs.
Unlike Yannelly, afterwards Amy came back downstairs with a towel to wipe up the floor, not hiding what she was doing in front of me (and still wearing her black jeans). I feigned ignorance. “Amy, what are you doing?”
She looked up. “Well, to be honest, I’m cleaning this trail of piss I left behind.”
I started laughing at her openness. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry that happened. I’m just glad you didn’t leave it to someone else to clean or something.”
“Don’t worry about it, it is kinda funny. I just didn’t bother to go during class and afterwards I didn’t want to walk and saw the bus right outside so I just jumped on… but I shouldn’t have put it off because I started peeing the moment I got to our door.”
She walked up to me. “Can you see?”
If only she realized how exciting this was for me. “Oh yeah, I can kind of see a darker patch… it’s like perfectly round.”
She looked down and chuckled. “Oh yeah, it is.”
“Good thing you’re wearing black pants so if anyone saw you from the outside they wouldn’t notice. So… you gonna change or you just gonna keep wearing those?”
“Honestly, it’s tempting… it’s too much effort to change… but I should. Besides, my boyfriend Ryan is coming after he’s done with class, I wouldn’t want him to see. I’ll change after I clean up the floor.”
That’s what she proceeded to do. I saw her again that semester have a similar minor accident in this outfit. It stuck out in my mind because that time she didn’t change and despite the fact I knew she peed a little, she spent the rest of the evening in that skirt. By the end of the night, with all the sitting and moving around, the only sign she was still wearing wet panties there was a tiny wet spot on the back of her skirt, but she generally got away with it. I only noticed because I was looking for a sign. At one point she was sitting across the living room from me and when she adjusted her seat, I saw a pair of yellow panties with a darkened crotch, confirming my suspicion that she hadn’t changed.
One night towards the end of the first semester when we had all become friends, we were all hanging out to watch a movie. It was a comedy, but it wasn’t that funny. We did spend the movie making fun of the characters and dumb plot. I don’t remember what the comment was, exactly, but with all the jokes and laughing, Lauren said something that just made us snap. We were literally on the floor laughing for a minute. Amy, who was wearing overalls and an outfit like this, suddenly shouted out between wheezes, “I’m peeing!”
I looked up from the floor where I was sitting and could see. Each renewed laugh was accompanied by a few percentages dropping. She repeated herself, dropping from 90% to 88% to 85% between words. “I… can’t… stop!”
The situation made everyone laugh harder. Veronica kept some sense to her and said, “Get off the couch! Don’t mess up the couch!”
Amy got up, but doubled over with laughter and desperation as she tried to shuffle to the bathroom. Now I could see a growing wet spot. Wet streams appeared along the inside of her overall legs. Halfway to the stairs, she tried to preemptively take off her overalls, undoing the suspender-esque belts. As the front and back fell away, she kicked off her overalls and stood in front of us in a black thong. I could see her pee at full strength at this point, running down her legs and also going straight down onto her crumpled overalls. She gave up and turned around, shouting, “It’s too late, I can’t hold it!”
I tried not to show how amazed I was to watch a wet stream shoot out of her thong. Everyone else was now laughing even harder at the ridiculousness of the situation, but eventually Amy finished peeing and the rest of us got control of our laughter (and me of something else). Amy picked up her drenched overalls mournfully. “I guess I should clean this up…”
Lauren stood up to help. “No worries, this happens to everyone. Once, in high school, my friends and I tried to hide to jump out and scare our friend as a prank and her reaction was so over the top I peed my pants laughing. I’m sure you’ve all peed your pants, right?”
I shook my head no. Veronica also claimed she didn’t pee her pants (which definitely wasn’t true!). Lauren pouted. “Okay, perfect people, you don’t count. Yannelly, back me up here.”
Yannelly never admitted those desperate small accidents, so I wondered how she would handle it. She was plenty open about sex but weirdly too uptight to talk about her bladder regularly, but she defied my expectations revealed perhaps the most inappropriate story yet. “Well… umm… actually, once I was hooking up with a guy and I had to pee but I didn’t want to ruin the mood… and I actually peed a little during sex. The guy thought I had squirted so he didn’t know but I knew it wasn’t that.”
Lauren confessed, “At least you got away with it. Once I didn’t go after class and came home and didn’t quite make it and THIS GUY over here was just hanging out and saw the whole thing and even saw me have to clean up…”
I replied, “That was nothing compared to this! But you’re among friends, no one here is judging. Who knows when any of us will piss ourselves in front of each other…”
That caused us all to start laughing again before we all chipped in to help Amy clean up.
Amy had another accident early second semester in front of me. The winter really hurt her motivation and she often rolled out of bed to go to class at the last second. On this day, Thursdays, we had class the same time and took the bus (to avoid walking in the snow) together to get to campus. This particular day, I was about to head out when I saw her door still closed. I banged on the door. “Amy! We gotta get to class!”
Amy opened the door, clearly having woken up only five minutes ago and having just pulled up a pair of pants (black jeans like earlier) along with a white tee I suspect she had slept in. She threw on a coat and grabbed her backpack and we wordlessly walked to the bus stop, since Amy was barely awake yet, and sat down to wait. I then realized she was rather restless for a barely-awake person, shuffling her legs up and down. Right… she just got up and hadn’t used the bathroom. She was at… 90%. Wow. That was full. The ride to campus wasn’t far, though, since it was in theoretical walking distance, and there were plenty of bathrooms on campus, so I still expected her to make it. She grumbled, “Where is this damn bus?”
“Amy. We’ve only been waiting like three minutes. It’ll be here.”
“Why can’t we have like a train or streetcar system so we’d know exactly when it would be here.”
“Damn, Amy, early in the morning for infrastructure policy proposals. You switching major to urban planning?”
She laughed. “No… I just didn’t get a chance to pee before we left. I could NOT wake up this morning.”
“Yeah… I noticed. That you couldn’t wake up, not that you had to pee.”
Which was a lie. At this point the bus showed up so we got on and grabbed seats in the back together. She was at 95% of her bladder capacity, and her tight black jeans must have felt like they were relentlessly pushing in her ballooning bladder. She crossed her leg and stuck her left leg in her crotch under her backpack, though I could see what she was doing. I instinctively raised my eyebrow at the obvious desperation. She noticed and whispered, “I’m sorry, I have to go so bad, I feel like a little girl but I just have to literally hold it in.”
Her words turned me on and I was glad I had my own backpack on my lap, but I didn’t let that on. “It’s a short bus ride, you’ll make it.”
The bus had to stop at every single stop as college students universally chose the bus on this winter day rather than walk, so it was slow progress. I watched as Amy squeezed her hand and legs tighter together as the number went up. 96% at the next bus stop. 97%. 98%.
We were two bus stops away from Amy’s usual stop (I stopped the one after that) when she was at 100%. The bus was really full and we were surrounded, so I leaned in and whispered, “You doing okay?”
She just shook her head no. As the bus took off, the jolt caused what I saw was a drop to 98%. She let out a meep but no other sign she had leaked was visible. As we braked for a traffic light, I saw that cause another drop to 95%. She held on until the next stop. However, as we departed from that, she started leaking at regular minute intervals. I began to see a shinier wet spot grow where her thighs met her crotch. At 90% it was like a golf ball. At 85% it was a tennis ball. At 80% it started elongating down her thighs. A minute away from her stop, disaster struck as I literally heard a hiss as she let out a five second leak that dropped her down to 65%. I looked down to see urine pool in-between her thighs between her hand and backpack before it slowly seeped down. She looked to me, panic in her eyes. “I’m pissing myself, what if people see?”
Thinking fast, I whispered, “You’re wearing black jeans, no one will notice. I’ll get off this stop and walk right behind you to block it just in case.”
“You sure? It’s not your stop.”
“It’s literally a three minute walk to the next stop, I’ll be fine.”
“Okay, thanks.”
We arrived at the stop and Amy stood up and scooted past me out of our pair of seats. Her butt was directly in front of my face and I could see her whole butt was darker and glistening and I saw her seat was totally soaked. Fortunately, the padding meant it wasn’t a literal puddle, so it wouldn’t be obvious until some poor soul sat in it. Hopefully not for a few stops so no one would put together who had done it. I got up and followed Amy closely, awkwardly keeping my backpack in front of me to hide my arousal and to better block Amy’s butt, and we got off the bus without anyone noticing. Amy threw on her backpack and lowered it as far as it would go to cover up her butt. She turned to me. “Is it noticeable?”
Looking right at her crotch, I could see the darker patch around it and going down almost to her knees, but it was only because I knew to look. As I looked, I saw a sudden glistening as she must have let a little bit more out. Her left hand, which was in her crotch, was obviously wet too. “I can tell because I’m looking for it, but it’ll dry soon and no one will notice. Do you want to skip class and change?”
She shook her head no. “Can’t miss any more class…”
I walked with her to her building, backpack now on my back and hopefully she wouldn’t notice my front. She lowered her voice and leaned in, “I gotta confess. I always put off going to the bathroom last minute and I love black jeans because if I leak no one will notice. But I think I full on pissed myself this time. This is, what, the third time I’ve pissed myself in front of you!”
“Hey, no judgement. That’s what friends are for. Make sure to get my back when I inevitably piss myself at some point.”
She laughed before heading to the bathroom. “You better get to class so you’re not late. Thanks, man.”
I nodded and headed off. When I got home from my classes (and a newspaper meeting) I saw Amy was on the couch, still in her black jeans. I raised an eyebrow and she looked down and laughed. “Oh, yeah, when it dried off it was totally not noticeable so I got lazy and haven’t bothered to change. I got away with it, in part thanks to you!”
I high-fived her and we didn’t talk about that incident again.
Amy was in a committed relationship, but the other girls weren’t and that mattered twice in my time living with Yannelly and Veronica. Our relationships were generally platonic, but they had a sexual turn in conjunction with two accidents I witnessed.
Yannelly sometimes did yoga in front of the TV in the living room when she didn’t want to go out to the gym, so late in the first semester during winter she did this quite often. She had a very stylish rotation of athletic clothes, and on this day was wearing a matching pair of leggings and sports bra. At this point, we were comfortable enough that I could be on the couch on my laptop and half-watching whatever show Yannelly was watching while she did yoga.
I, of course, may have checked out her butt as she posed first face down kneeling and then with her butt in the air. She seemed to have noticed, and I don’t know if she was feeling horny that day, hadn’t hooked up a while, or what, but she seemed to play into it when she noticed and teased me by pointing her butt at me during various poses and holding some poses longer than others (not much time on planking… but seemingly much more time than should be warranted on down dog poses). She also regularly pulled her leggings up to keep it tightly wrapped around her butt. I kept an eye out on the show, but I didn’t pay much attention until about halfway through her workout when I saw her pause very briefly as her arm grabbed her crotch mid-lunge. She must have thought I wasn’t looking at that moment. I then saw she was working out at an 85% full bladder. Not accident-worthy in normal circumstances, but exercising puts strain on the muscles. I continued to work on a paper on my laptop but kept one eye on her.
I didn’t see any accidents until she switched to a rather old school set of crunches (is that yoga at that point or just plain working out? I’m not an expert on these things). A couple crunches in, I saw the number drop from 86% to 84% when she lifted her upper body. She didn’t stop, though, and for fifteen reps I saw the number drop a percentage or two with each crunch. Her leggings had to be soaked in the crotch, but she was facing away from me and towards the TV. By the time she was done, though, she was down to 79%.
She stuck her arms beneath her butt and began doing leg lifts. As she raised her legs, I saw a faint glistening on her crotch, more visible once in a while as she let out another spurt ery five or so reps. On her last rep, she peed a full 15% spurt down to 60% as her legs were in the air and I saw a trickle roll past her leggings and along her exposed abdomen. This seemed like her wake-up call because she immediately dropped her legs and got up, exposing a foot-wide puddle on her mat and a clear wet spot covering her whole butt. She quickly looked to me and I raised my eyebrow at her to signify I had seen what had happened. She froze before saying, “Oh my god, I peed while working out, I didn’t even notice until that last rep…”
“Yeah… I noticed just now… but don’t worry about it I’m not judging.”
“You just noticed? You weren’t looking that whole time?”
“Uhh…”
“Don’t worry, I don’t mind. In fact, I think I ought to help you keep this a secret…”
She walked up to me and moved aside my laptop, which was hiding a now obvious boner in my jeans. “I thought so.”
She grabbed it before unzipping my pants and slipping her hand inside. She straddled me on the couch and I had a straight view to her wet crotch before she started making out with me. She began stroking me and said, “This is me paying you to keep a secret. Is it enough?”
Enough?! This was far too much payment! But I was fine with that and nodded. Despite the awkward angle, I managed to slip my hand in her very wet leggings and began to finger her. It wasn’t long before I could feel her cumming, which was accompanied by several spurts that directly hit my hand before soaking into her pants. The feeling of her literally peeing on me was too much and I came in my pants. She pulled her hand out and stood up, grinning. “Guess we both had accidents.”
She winked at me before going to go clean up. We never talked about that incident again, but for the next couple of weeks I blushed a little when I saw her and she smiled knowingly at me.
Early second semester, Veronica and I went to a house party together because a student org she was in was having a keg fundraiser (money for cups for alcohol went to the student org). Against school policy, but everyone did it. Despite the cold, Veronica dressed in a striped miniskirt and black top under her coat, which she took off immediately upon arriving at the party. I loved when she wore short dresses and skirts, because her curvaceous nature and big butt meant it always seemed to almost be too short.
For the first half of the party, Veronica and I just drank and had a good time. However, around 11 PM, the volunteer collecting money asked if I would be willing to do it so he could have a drink. Grateful for an opportunity to sit down (in a nice armchair couch, no less!), I agreed. A few minutes later, Veronica came by to keep me company. She was clearly drunk, as evidenced by her trying to start toasts with the people I was collecting money from as they entered and drawing penises on their hands (gotta draw something to know who’s paid!). At one point, she dropped the marker she was using and bent over right in front of me to change, giving me a straight shot of her butt and white thong. Her drunkenness culminated with her sitting on my lap to take over talking to newcomers while I just kept a close eye to make sure her drunkenness stopped any financial mistakes. I don’t think she intended to sit on me as a sexual act, since she almost never was upfront about sexual things, but she kept shifting back and forth as it dawned on me she had drunk a lot and not yet peed at this party. I tried to will myself to not get turned on, but between the literal shifting of her butt left and right and the knowledge that she was at 90% of her bladder capacity was too much. She had to feel that… Despite my embarrassment and to my surprise, she stayed sitting and actually shifted more vigorously on my lap. She rocked back and forth as she collected money from people arriving. It had to look like she was trying to be sexual now. I put my arms around her waist, just as much to keep her steady as a flirtatious move. She didn’t move away. I was shocked. Veronica, the iron queen with the poker face, was rubbing her butt on my dick on purpose. And she had to pee. I had flashbacks to Cory in that Uber.
The stream of late party-goers died down for a little bit and she took the opportunity of the privacy to say to me, “I gotta pee but I’m not gonna go until you cum.”
I had never heard her remotely be that sexual before and the change in personality caused my dick to twitch in anticipation. She was at 97%... She unzipped my jeans, pulled out my dick, and proceeded to sit on it, pulling her thong aside so I could slip in. I paused for a second. “Are you sure you’re not too drunk?” She gave me a look, like “Don’t question my actions again.”
I didn’t protest any further and she pulled down the front of her skirt as I settled in and now it looked like she was semi-innocently sitting on me but it was so much more than that.
She bounced up and down, gripping the arms of the chair, only stopping when someone showed up to the door. It was surreal to talk to people who were oblivious to the fact that you were literally having sex in front of them. After the foot traffic died down again, I slipped my hand in her crotch and fingered her as she rode me. Soon, I could tell she was cumming, though she kept the volume down to a minimum as she shuddered. I felt a wetness on my hand and then on my lap as I saw her let go of her bladder, from 98% to 95% to 90%. It was too much and I came in her as she kept peeing, 85%, 80%. I felt warmness spread along my legs, up my crotch, seep under me and pool under both of us on the couch. She sat there, shaking, until she was totally empty, probably a minute. She slowly slipped off me and readjusted her very wet and yellowed thong and pulled down her skirt, which miraculously showed nothing. She laughed. “Now it looks like you’re the one who pissed themselves.”
I couldn’t be too mad given what had happened and zipped myself up. “Well, Veronica, I think that means you’re on door duty by yourself because I gotta go home and change.”
She eyed the wet couch, then pulled up the back of her skirt so it wouldn’t get wet and sat right down. “It’s not gross if it’s my own pee.”
I laughed and headed out. Unlike Yannelly, there was no acknowledgement the next day that had happened and we carried on being platonic friends for the rest of the year.
Speaking of hook-ups, I should now get to the Lauren stories. I didn’t notice any accidents from Lauren until late first semester. She was cramming for finals and jokingly complained at me for playing video games. She yelled down the hall, overhearing my games, “I can’t believe you can play games at a time like this! I got four exams to prepare for and I still have five million chores to do!”
I paused the game and peeked my head in her door. “Want me to help you with any of those chores? My finals are all papers I can do on my own time.”
“Yeah, do my laundry!”
She meant it as a joke, but I went over to grab her laundry basket. “Wait! Really? You’ll do it? I hate doing laundry.”
“Yeah, of course. Don’t stress it, focus on studying.”
I took it to the basement and began grabbing clothes to throw in the washer. About halfway through, though, I felt wetness. I grabbed what felt wet and held it to the light. It was a pair of brown leather pants and a yellow thong inside. It must have happened days ago, since she hadn’t worn that pair of pants today, but it was clearly soaked at one point. Now it was mostly just damp, but the thong stayed wet due to being inside her pants. I sniffed the thong and sure enough… the acrid smell of pee. I wondered what happened. I’m ashamed to admit, but I pocketed her thong and finished throwing everything else in the laundry.
Nothing else of note happened that day, but not long after that she came down to the kitchen to cook while I was on the living room couch and reading a book wearing gray sweatpants and a sports bra (a common lounging outfit for her) and began to cook while tapping one foot and the other. I didn’t pay much attention until she started crossing her legs as she fried something. I looked over and saw it. 89% full. She was never the kind to hold it for no reason… I could have sworn she glanced at me and bounced up and down now that she knew she had my attention. I kept an eye on her as she cooked while desperate. When she finished (some stir fried vegetables), she grabbed a seat by me and turned on the TV, crossing her legs and setting her plate on her lap. She was at 96%. “Hey, how’s it going?”
I replied, “Not bad… dinner looks good.”
She said, “Yeah, I was really hungry but I really had to pee the whole time…”
What was she doing? This wasn’t like her at all. “Oh… Why didn’t you go?”
She shrugged. “Didn’t feel like it.”
She must have noticed the effect her desperation had on me as she stuck around to eat and make small talk. Finally, though, it got too much and she leaned over as I saw it drop from 100% to 96%. I didn’t see any evidence, but she said, “Alright, I really do have to pee.”
She got up to rush to the bathroom and I saw just a slight wet spot on the back of her sweatpants. And that’s the story of how I realized she knew I took her underwear and instead of being creeped out, wanted to tease me for the rest of the year.
That was almost the end of first semester, but she proceeded to be desperate in front of me all second semester, which bit her in the ass a few times. She regularly asked to study together and twice I saw her run off, wet spot growing on her sweatpants once and khaki slacks another time. She had an internship second semester and would regularly come home desperate, often wearing khakis similar to the one before, but instead of going straight to the bathroom would sit and talk to me, crossing her legs and only disappearing when she had begun to lose control. I must have seen a wet spot on those khakis two more times that winter.
Another time, I came home from class and she was already home. I went to the bathroom and was shocked to see her peeing with the door open, jeans at her ankles with a pair of rainbow striped underwear inside, a clear small wet spot at the center. She feigned embarrassment but I knew she did it on purpose. I wondered if I should make a move… There was no doubt she was attractive. I felt like I dodged a bullet by hooking up with Yannelly and Veronica without it affecting roommate relationships, would this?
Late winter and early spring meant basketball season and another time she went out dressed in a cheerleader outfit (a common outfit for our sports fans) and came home clearly desperate and leaking. Like the other girls, she kicked off her shoes and I saw shuffle to the bathroom, streams glistening down her toned legs. However, she didn’t change and proceeded to come out to talk to me, sitting on a different chair across from me. I swore she intentionally let me see up her legs multiple times, showing off the dark blue patch on her underwear. It was too much and I swore I would make a move.
Merely three days later, on a Friday, she came home desperate from her internship in tight white jeans (like the one on the left, with rips - must have been casual Fridays) and a blue blouse under her coat. She was at 85% as she danced around the kitchen, preparing a snack and giving me a show. I took the chance. “Hey, I was gonna watch a movie in my room tonight, want to join me?”
She seemed slightly surprised and I wondered if I had misread things for a second, but she said, “I would love that. Let me finish putting together this cheese platter.”
“Jesus you’re fancy. The rest of us just grab a bag of chips, ya know?”
“You just wish you were at my level of fancy.”
“You’re not wrong.”
We settled in on my bed as I set the laptop on my desk chair to play an underrated comedy I had been meaning to check out, The Heat with Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy. Also, I think Lauren would have appreciated a choice involving women leads.
First third of the movie, nothing in particular happened except us eating snacks and me noticing Lauren’s knees bouncing. Around the first half, she hit 95% and crossed her leg and put her hand in her crotch. It was not subtle. I breathed in to gain my courage and scooted closer to put my arm around her. She reciprocated, leaning onto my shoulder, still with her hand in her crotch. I was distracted from the movie as I saw the number go up… 96%... 97%... 98%... 99%... 100%.
She turned to me. “I don’t think I can hold it any longer.”
All I could say in response was to kiss her. She kissed me back hungrily, a release of several months of sexual tension. We made out as she squirmed with her hand in her crotch for a couple minutes before she gasped, breaking off the kissing. I opened my eyes and saw she had dropped down to 95%. She stood up as it continued to go down and I saw a growing wet spot on her white jeans. The wetness turned her pants translucent and I could see the outline of a tan skin-tone thong start to appear. She pulled me up and led me to the bathroom, the number dropping - 90%, 88%, 85%. From behind, I saw the wetness grow along the bottom of her butt and down her thighs. We entered and she closed the door, jumped in the bathtub, and dragged me close as she made out with me and peed her pants. I could hear the hissing, followed by the tinkle of liquid hitting the tub and then liquid hitting liquid as a puddle formed and grew before draining away.
After she finished peeing, I eyed her up and down. Her white pants were soaked from her crotch to the seams at the bottom and they were clearly translucent. In fact, I could even see the outline of her trimmed brown-colored pubic hair. I said, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I proceeded to unbutton her blouse as she unbuttoned her pants, throwing them aside, followed by her tan bra. She pulled off her pants, then her soaked thong, and I undressed and joined her in the shower. You can imagine what happened from there.
Lauren remains the only person I hooked up with who knew my sexually deviant preference and played into it on purpose. That being said, we began casually hooking up for the rest of the semester and they weren’t usually piss-related. The other roommates knew soon enough and were fine with it as long as we didn’t start any house drama, which we didn’t (I wondered if Yannelly and Veronica would reveal our past hook-ups, but they didn’t, unsurprisingly). Often, Lauren and I would study together or watch a movie to de-stress in one of our rooms and things would escalate from there. While we grew closer as friends over it, we didn’t date as I was graduating and likely to move. There were a couple more stories with Lauren involving accidents, though.
Warning: Stories involving messing from here on out. Skip if that’s not your thing.
Before I get to that, though, there are two more accidents involving my other roommates. Late spring, as it got warm, I saw Amy mess herself. Amy had gone to a festival over the weekend with her boyfriend and she got home Sunday evening. When she came in the door, she was wearing corduroy striped pants like this and a black crop top (with a white bra somewhat visible underneath). It was a pretty hip outfit, perfect for a festival, but my attention was drawn to something else. She clearly had to go. Her bladder was fine, at around 30%, but her bowels were at a 97%. I then realized that Veronica was taking a shower…
Amy headed up the stairs to the bathroom but quickly returned downstairs when she realized it was occupied. She squirmed as she poured herself a glass of water. I pretended nothing was wrong. “Hey, how was the festival?”
She took a seat by me. “It was awesome, we saw all the bands we wanted to see, got pretty wasted, camped out in the woods, you know. Festival life. Hey, how long ago did Veronica enter the shower?”
“Uh, I think she just went in.”
She groaned. I innocently asked, “Why, do you have to go?”
We were pretty close friends at that point, so she confessed, “I could NOT poop out in the woods, so I held it all weekend and I really have to go.”
“...Oh. Yeah I can’t help you there.”
She jokingly glared at me before turning on the TV to distract herself. I continued to work on my laptop as I side-eyed her constant rocking back and forth, hands around her stomach. At one point, she leaned to her side and was clearly letting out a fart. This went on for about ten minutes, at which point she was at full capacity. She muttered, “I can’t hold it any longer…”
She stood up to go back to the bathroom and wait for Veronica, but when she stood up she lost it. She immediately hunched over and I watched in fascination as a bulge began to push aside her tight corduroy pants. The tight pants kept the bulge size to a minimum, but over the course of a minute I heard a soft crackling and Amy involuntarily grunting as it began to droop to her left thigh, trying to find space. When she finished, she stood up straight and it looked like a fist along the seam of her butt and a pear-shaped droop down her left thigh. I wondered if she was wearing a thong or something that didn’t contain it in. She turned to me. “Not. A. Word.”
I threw my hands up. “Your secret is safe with me.”
At that point, we heard Veronica leave the bathroom, so Amy rushed upstairs to clean up, and that was that.
While I had seen Yannelly start to poop herself and once saw her after she did, I once also saw Yannelly do the whole deed in front of me. This was early spring and it was a late Tuesday evening. She had stayed out late for some political meetings (something about student organizations trying to get proper funding? I had moved up from covering student government meetings, so I immediately stopped paying attention) but texted our roommate chat frantically around 11 PM. It said: “Guys, I forgot my keys at home. Is anyone at home or free to help out?”
Amy responded first. “At my boyfriend’s, sorry.”
Lauren texted: “Late night at the library, won’t be home for a while.”
Veronica didn’t text at all, likely already asleep. I jumped in. “I’m at the newspaper office but am wrapping up. Wanna meet me here so we can walk home together?”
Yannelly confirmed that plan and met me in the journalism department. She was wearing a professional white jumpsuit like this along with a black bomber jacket to deal with the early spring chill.
She said, “Hey, is there a bathroom here? They shut down the one in the student government building because they were closing it for the night.”
I shook my head no. “They locked down the bathrooms in this building an hour ago, we just get to stay late to work on the newspaper if we’d like.”
She groaned. I knew to check… 95% bladder and 97% bowels. How did she get so desperate?! “Couldn’t you go during the meeting?”
“Ugh, people were playing politics and I didn’t want to miss out and have someone do something stupid. People kept finding new things to complain about!”
I had no idea what the issue was, so I didn’t respond and we headed out to walk home. Occasionally, Yannelly crossed her legs for a second or stopped walking, but she put on a brave face generally as we walked. She was trying to explain what had happened at the meeting, but she was so desperate she didn’t really talk in complete thoughts. A block away, I could tell this was going to end in an accident. She was at 100% on both ends and was now walking in baby steps. Despite her desperation, it seemed she didn’t want to be too obvious in her desperation and just held her arms crossed. Since she was walking so slowly, I got to the door first and watched as she shuffled over. That’s when I saw the wet spot form on her white jumpsuit. It was very obvious, though she made no sign she was peeing herself. It grew as she got closer until it was the size of a baseball on her crotch and halfway down her thighs on both sides. I checked her bowels and saw those were dropping too… 95%... 90%... When she got to me it was down to 80% and I could hear the crackling of her continue to poop, though she again made no visible tells that she was doing that. I opened the door and she rushed in. Now I could see her from behind and saw an obvious bulge that was staining her white jumpsuit brown, not aided by the wet patch creeping up her butt. She threw off her jacket onto the living room couch and wordlessly walked up the stairs, but as I followed I saw the bulge continue to grow and the wetness continue to spread down her legs until she was leaving a trail of piss all the way down the hall to the bathroom door. By the time she got there, she was clearly at 0% on both ends, her bulge the size of a baseball and her legs totally soaked. Even if we had gotten home a minute sooner, I knew she would never have gotten that jumpsuit down in time.
In typical Yannelly fashion, though she had to know I saw everything, she never acknowledged what had happened. I guess poop was just too embarrassing to talk about. I never saw that jumpsuit again. I wonder if it was too badly stained to clean.
Two accidents stand out with Lauren in the late spring as the end of school drew near. The first was in April and Lauren had dragged me to the gym to make me try working out, in part so she would have company and in part because I had once asked her to make me but was too lazy to follow through. She was wearing an outfit much like this, gray matching workout leggings and sports bra. When outside, she also wore a windbreaker like this, since it wasn’t quite summer weather. The workout itself wasn’t of interest, except that Lauren was really into fitness and drove me into the ground, roasting me as I just tried to survive. Afterwards, though, she suggested we go to the local mall so she could reward me with ice cream and to pick up some make-up she wanted to buy. I asked, “Doesn’t eating ice cream ruin the point of working out?”
“I feel kind of bad of how much I made fun of you. I’m trying to get you to keep coming the gym. Next time there won’t be ice cream.”
“Fair enough.”
We walked down the block to the bus stop. This whole time, I hadn’t noticed any desperation from her, but as we waited at the bus I thought I saw a grimace. I checked, just out of curiosity, and saw she as at 65% of her bladder capacity. Not nearly desperate territory yet. However, she was at 75% of her bowel capacity. Not an emergency, but uncomfortable. At that point, I didn’t think anything of it, since I assume she would have easy access to a bathroom at the mall.
We got there and first grabbed ice cream, sitting at the food court and just hanging out. It was good comfort after that workout, but I felt like I just ate all the calories I burned. At one point, I’m pretty sure I smelled Lauren fart, but neither of us commented on it. We then spent half an hour at a makeup store as I stood around, overwhelmed all the products I didn’t know existed. Later I learned apparently once a month they have one free product for members, so Lauren had to go every month to get the deal. While in a lip gloss aisle, Lauren audibly farted, an abrupt brrap sound. She looked at me in surprise before giggling at my surprised face. She then let out a longer, lower-register fart and said, “That’s better.”
She pulled me to another aisle. “Quick, before someone smells that monstrosity.”
Knowing she had to poop was making me a little aroused and I kissed her. She was a little surprised, but returned the kiss. We made out for a few seconds before splitting off so we wouldn’t cause a scene, but she grabbed my crotch and could feel my interest. “We might have to take care of that before we go home…”
As we checked out, I could start to see Lauren fidget, crossing her legs every few seconds and tapping her foot. From behind, I definitely saw her clench her butt for a few seconds as well. She was at 80% for her bladder and 90% for her bowels. I was surprised at how quickly it went up, but perhaps the ice cream jogged her insides into action.
At that point, I assumed she would use a bathroom and that would be that, but as we walked past the nearest set of bathrooms, I saw they were cleaning it. Lauren looked longingly as we walked past. The other set was on the other side of the mall. Still no emergency, but I decided to take action. I pulled her close and kissed her and to whisper in her ears, “I think you should hold it until we both cum.”
She looked at me in surprise. “I would… I’ve been wet all day from making you work out for me... but… I don’t just have to pee…”
“I know.”
At that, she raised an eyebrow at me but decided to accept my game. She pulled me into a clothing store (Forever 21, I think?). As she looked through each aisle of pants, she stopped to make out with me, which I gladly reciprocated. At another aisle, she slipped her hand in my pants and jerked me off for a few seconds. At one particularly secluded aisle, I came up to her from behind and pressed her butt into me, which I could feel was tightly clenched. I kissed her and my hand wandered down and I returned the favor. She wasn’t wearing underwear, and I fingered her for a little bit, listening to her moan softly. I could feel a wet spot form on where I was pressing her leggings into her, probably only the size of a quarter but it drove me crazy. She quickly grabbed a pair of pants so we could go to the fitting room, and once inside, we continued our make-out session. It escalated to her lowering her and my pants just enough to sit on me, facing away and towards a mirror, as she rode my dick. Seeing her try to have sex with me in that position while desperate to go was a huge turn-on, and I could feel her fart a couple more times but she was too much in the heat of the moment to care. She was at 90% for her bladder and 95% for her bowels and was going strong. I knew I wouldn’t last long like this so I began to finger her at the same time so she would cum. My gambit worked, and in a couple minutes she muffled her moans of pleasure as she orgasmed. I noticed she squirted a little bit of pee on me as well, but I don’t think she really noticed. She pulled up her leggings and turned to me. I could see the wet spot on her crotch from her arousal. She smiled. “That was amazing… I think you deserve a reward for how well you did.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m gonna wait until we get home to make you cum.”
This was a dream come true. I re-did my pants and we speed-walked to the bus stop, getting there just in time for our bus. While we sat together, she whispered, “So… You don’t just like it when I have to pee.”
“I have to confess, I just really like seeing you desperate, either way. You’re the only person that knows that about me.”
She smiled. “Your secret is safe with me, I’m not here to kinkshame. But don’t get used to me doing this for you, poop is a lot messier than peeing.”
I kissed her. “I’m amazed you’re even doing this for me right now. Know that I don’t ever expect you to participate in my… eccentricities.”
“Well, I like to drive you crazy once in a while. You know… if you weren’t about to graduate and probably move to a whole new place… I would definitely go out with you. Like on a date. The sex is great and you’re not a half-bad human being, either, which can’t be said for most of the guys I’ve dated.”
“How’s this for a deal? If I don’t move to a new city to get a job, I’ll ask you out on that date.”
She smiled at that. Her smile was interrupted by a cramp, though, and she bent forward, holding her stomach. 95% bladder, 99% bowels. I put my arm around her and kissed her to distract her. When we were almost at my stop, she hit 100%. She grabbed the side of her seat and ground her butt into the seat. It dropped to 99%, which signalled to me that it started coming out and she held it in with the bus seat. The effort caused a drop from her bladder, though, from 97% back to 95% and then to 92%. I saw the wet spot, originally from arousal, now grow with urine to the size of a fist. At that point, we got to our stop so she quickly rushed out the bus before anyone could get too close a look and I followed her out. Her butt was clenched extremely tight and sported an obvious wet spot on the back as well, but we made the one-block walk to our house, my arm around her, without any further accidents. At the front door, though, she murmured, “I think I’m losing it.”
I looked, and indeed she was pooping, going from 99% to 95%. I grabbed her butt and felt a turd push her cheeks apart and press against my hand. She held it in place, though, and I unlocked the door and she waddled in and up the stairs. No one else was home, fortunately. I followed her up, staring at what was now the faintest sign of a bulge. It started to grow as she walked up the stairs, curling up into a ball the size of a clementine. She was down to 75%. She dragged me into my bedroom and shut the door, and ripped off my pants, continuing where we left off. She blew me as I watched her really begin to lose it from both ends. I heard a trickle and a crackle at the same time. Hearing her have an accident was too much and I came in record time. As she stood up, I saw the now dinner-plate sized wet spot on her crotch grow as she peed full force, running down her gray leggings. She turned around to show me her butt, and I saw it was totally drenched and now had a bulge the size of an orange. She grunted, and it grew again, doubling in size, accompanied by a cacophony of farts and crackling. The not-entirely-unpleasant smell of fresh and healthy poop permeated the room. I checked and she was finally empty. Now that we died down from our illogical horniness, she started laughing at the absurdity of what had happened.
I stood up to hug her. “I think now I owe you… Perhaps I can pay you back by cleaning you up.”
She nodded, grinning at me. “You better. This is the grossest thing I’ve done for a guy.”
“Fair enough. In a weird way, this is also the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
I cleaned her up in the shower, which unsurprisingly led to round 2 of sex.
The second accident is a shorter anecdote and it happened at one of the last weeks of the school year. Lauren wanted to unwind by going to a beach that was at a nearby state park before having to make the deep dive of finals studying. It was probably a twenty minute Uber ride. Since I was the closest thing she had to a boyfriend at the time, she asked me to join her, which I gladly agreed to. Once there, we laid out a towel to claim a spot and undressed, revealing our swimsuits. She was wearing a green bikini like this one.
We spent most of the afternoon laying on the beach, reading books, chatting, and drinking some beers we had brought. We did go into the lake for a bit, but the water was still quite cold as summer hadn’t been going on long enough to really warm it up, so we returned to our towel. Lauren actually fell asleep for a while, and I took to reading my book. I heard her fart a couple times in her sleep, and that’s when I realized - while she slept, her needs had gone up significantly. When she woke up with a start, she immediately grimaced. I recognized that face now, and saw she was now at 90% for both ends. She turned to me. “Umm… I have to use the bathroom.”
I looked around. “There’s a porta-potty on that end of the beach. I’ll walk you there.”
We walked down the beach, but when we got there I saw there was only one and it had a rather long line. The beach was extremely busy as people took advantage of the first days of summer. She looked panicked, but got in line and I stood with her to keep her company. We chatted about different things to pass the time, but it was clear she was distracted by her growing need. At 95%, we were only halfway through the line. I said, “Just pee in the lake.”
“I don’t… just have to pee.”
“Oh.”
It was obvious how clenched her cheeks were in a bikini. Unsurprisingly, many of the people in line were desperate to poop, since people could just pee in the lake, but it meant the line moved slowly. I certainly enjoyed the view of people in swimsuits having to poop, since women’s swimsuits did nothing to hide the flexing of those muscles, but I didn’t want Lauren to be embarrassed in front of everyone. When we were second in line, Lauren gasped softly. I saw that she had hit 100% on both ends and immediately let out a spurt. I could see pee trickling down the side of one of her legs. She forcefully whispered, “I can’t hold it any longer!”
I dragged her along to the ocean. I could tell she was peeing as we walked, trickles running down her leg with a darker spot on her bikini (which had dried out from when we had gone into the lake earlier), but I don’t think anyone in line noticed and we were walking too fast for anyone on the beach to get a close look. As we got close, Lauren practically ran into the water and I joined suit. I held her hand and even though I couldn’t see her pee, I could see her number go down. I put my hand in her crotch and felt the warmth jet out of her. She said, “Yeah, you’re probably enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Guilty as charged.”
She moved my hands to her butt. I felt her lose control as she began to poop into her bikini. She slipped her hand into my swimsuit and stroked me as I felt her bulge grow to a similar size as last time. It all stayed contained in her bikini, but I imagined what it would look like. The thought and feeling her poop herself was too much and I came. I couldn’t believe we did that in the lake on a public beach, but to outsiders it just looked like we were holding each other in the water. I slipped down her bikini bottom and dumped the poop out before pulling it back up. She grimaced, since her butt and bottom weren’t exactly clean, but at least there wouldn’t be a bulge.
She gave me a quick kiss. “Thanks for your quick thinking.”
We stepped out of the water. “Is there a stain or anything?”
I checked. “Nope, your butt looks as fine as ever.”
She laughed, but we took this accident as a sign to head home. Once home, she took off her bikini to show off a circular brown stain wider than an orange to me on the inside. She was about to throw it in the laundry, but then she handed it to me. “Consider this a graduation present, you perv.” |
Hey all, it's been a while but had a short chapter to continue. I probably only have about three or so scenarios in my head I want to write about for this series after this, but I haven't decided. Hope you enjoy.
Unfortunately, I did not find a job in the same town as my college. I know, I probably look like an idiot passing up on the chance to be with a dream girl. But I was ambitious, I wanted a career, and I wasn’t likely to find something in journalism in my sleepy college town (or my sleepy hometown, for that matter), and if I did it wouldn’t go anywhere. So, with my degree and years of work at the student paper, I took an entry level reporter job focused on local government and affairs for a newspaper in San Diego. Not the most prestigious city or the prestigious paper, but a major city with opportunities for a career (including possibly moving to the nearby LA, which is where everyone ambitious wants to go to but also doesn’t want to admit they want to go to because it’s such a cliché to want to go to LA and it’s such an overpriced, clogged city that doesn’t live up to the hype at all). My dream is to become an investigative journalist, and being a political reporter wasn’t a bad place to start to get there. Still working on that dream, though.
One thing adults don’t tell you about leaving college life is that your circle suddenly shrinks, especially if you move far away from everyone else. You stay friends, but you no longer see them all the time. You don’t make many new friends; you might make a friend at work, but mostly you want to keep them in the “friendly” area. No one wants their work life to dominate everything. So, what that means is that it’s a struggle to adjust to how much slower life is. And how much more boring. It also means that the rate of desperate ladies I saw went down a lot. But, after a handful of years in my early professional life, I did rack up a few stories.
The first was a coworker named Selena who was a photographer. I had a lot of respect for her - she was a San Diego local who never went to college, but her talents with photography meant she was successfully employed by our paper full-time and had a side gig as a private photographer. I always thought she looked a bit like Michelle Rodriguez, and on this fateful day she was dressed in a way that helped the comparison - she was wearing a red crop top and camo pants, like Michelle Rodriguez in this picture. The crop top was solid red, not the somewhat outdated design in that picture, and of course Selena had buttoned up her pants and wasn’t showing off her underwear (though it was clear from behind when she bent over she was wearing a black thong… I noticed because, ya know, secret perv). I always liked the fact that she dressed how she wanted and didn’t have any regard for “office professionalism” (which is something I personally hate but am too meek to stand up against). She was a good enough photographer in a paper struggling to retain talent that I think they would let her dress how she wanted.
On this day, about half a year into my career, I was covering a City Council meeting. One could guess what were the controversial policies of the day based on the agenda or previous stories, but you never knew what could blow up or sail through on any given day so my MO was generally to sit through the meeting, do a summary for the next day, and if there was any further controversial issues, interview community members and alders for a follow-up article the day after that. Some days there weren’t any controversial issues, but on this day, I saw the last resolution being discussed was about providing free tampons in government buildings. I know, SO touchy. I didn’t think it should be controversial, but we had one alder who was not only a die-hard conservative, he was the token old-school sexist and I knew this would get a rise out of him, if only him.
Selena actually wasn’t there for the first half hour of the meeting. When she showed up, she grabbed a seat by me in the city council hall’s wings (designated for press and community members) and whispered, “Sorry I’m late, had to cover a story about the teacher’s union Quin’s doing.”
Quin was a woman (the gender-neutral name doesn’t lend easily to figuring that out) who was our education reporter. I actually have a story about her too that I’ll tell a later time.
I whispered, “No worries, you haven’t missed anything yet.”
“I’ll get some pictures of the whole council and then I’ll come back and ask you which alders I should get pictures of individually.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
She stood up, but I noticed she crossed her legs when she stood up and paused for a brief second before walking out the wing to get a panorama shot of the meeting. I had seen a couple desperate ladies, but nothing substantial since I moved to San Diego, so my interest was piqued. I checked - yup, 85% full in her bladder. She must have had to hold it all the way through the last story and came straight here. I was distracted from the meeting, watching her take photos (which involves crouching, bending over, and other odd body angles to get the right shot - must have been a nightmare for her to do that while desperate), but I couldn’t imagine she really would be pushed hard, since there was a bathroom outside the meeting room.
She came right back to me, though, and asked what to look out for.
“Okay, so I think there will only be one agenda item with a lot of debate. We’re already halfway through the agenda and it’s been 45 minutes, so you haven’t missed anything. The last item is about free tampons and so you know you-know-who is gonna have a ton of stupid things to say.”
Selena rolled her eyes. Latina artists are rarely sympathetic to sexist white guys, in my limited experience.
To my surprise, Selena sat by me for the next ten minutes, probably hoping we’d breeze through fast enough for her to get the shots of debating and then head out. I didn’t have much to write so far, so I had plenty of time to side eye as she crossed her legs and tapped her foot. It was exciting and strange to see someone who usually exuded confidence and was a little larger than life have such a human need as being desperate to pee.
Then something happened that I didn’t expect. The agenda item before the item I thought would get controversy exploded. Something to do with the fiscal details on some land purchase. I really couldn’t care less, but the price tag pissed off some conservative who began railing against it as big government.
Selena knew she would have to take profiles of the politicians debating in case the story focused on one of them, so she reluctantly got up, now at 90% for her bladder. The alders were used to journalists taking photographs, so they weren’t phased as she stood on the sides and took photos. As the next legislator railed against the conservative, Selena bent down and stood in the empty space between the alders and the City Council President, who sat at podium facing the alders. She squatted to not block the President and got a front-facing shot of the alder speaking. As she squatted, though, I saw her bladder drop from 91% to 89%. The force of squatting must have caused her to squirt! I was personally glad I had my laptop on my lap…
Eventually, about half an hour later, debate subsided and they voted, Selena snapping one more photo. She walked up to me. “Hey, do you still need me?”
I was apologetic. “One more agenda item, then they’re done. I think it’ll have some debates so I’ll need you to grab a couple more photos.”
She nodded, not letting on that she was at a 95% for her bladder at this point. As expected, the Republican I had pegged stood up to criticize the legislation. Selena walked back out to take pictures, taking smaller steps than before. She managed to be still and not let on many signs of desperation while she took photos (just the minor foot tap and she crossed her legs while she waited for the next debater so she could take their photo), but unfortunately for her the debate stretched out for another twenty minutes, and by that time she was at 99%.
An alder on the front row was making a fiery feminist speech that I think Selena liked even despite her desperation, so she kneeled in front to get a shot of her speaking. As she kneeled, I could see disaster strike as her bladder dropped from 99% capacity to 95%. I didn’t see any sign from where I was standing, but Selena ducked out back to the wings and as she approached me, I saw a small dark patch that wasn’t really noticeable unless you were looking for it at her crotch. The debate was finally over so they were voting. Selena turned to get one last shot of them voting and I could see a larger wet spot the size of a fist on her butt. Again, with the dark camo, I didn’t think anyone noticed except me since I was staring and waiting for it to happen this whole time.
As she stood in front of me taking the photo, I saw the wet patch darken and then slowly expand into two trails down her thighs, stopping at about a couple inches below her butt on both sides. She was down to 90%. She turned to me, and I saw the crotch was now pretty obviously wet. She asked, spurting between words, “Do… Umm… You need me… For anything else?”
She could barely talk, she was so desperate. I shook my head. “Thanks, Selena. I’ll see you in the office.”
She rushed out of the hall as I watched the number go down and the dark patch expand down her legs. 85%. 84%. 83%. 80%. She then disappeared from my sights.
The meeting wrapped up after another minute and I had calmed down enough to get up, so I packed my things and walked out to beat the politicians out of the building. I got to the elevators just in time to see Selena get in one. She clearly had mostly peed in her pants, with the dark wetness going from her crotch all the way to past her knees, both from behind and in front. Her butt was totally soaked and I wonder if she just sat on the toilet and peed without taking off her pants. I pretended not to notice and dived into the elevator before it closed. I could smell the acrid pee wafting from her in the confined space as we descended in awkward silence. I could see her ears were bright red in embarrassment so I pretended not to notice anything. Her pants were so wet I actually could hear the occasional droplet falling off and onto the elevator floor, just residual drips from how soaked she was. As we exited the building, we parted ways to our cars and said our goodbyes like nothing had happened, which was also the vibe in the office when I saw her next, though I saw her cheeks redden as she likely remembered the embarrassing incident. I wish I could talk to her about it, but it was clear she wanted to never think about it again. |
Hey all, here's another couple of stories. The first has some messing references, I'll put in bold when you're safely free of that if you don't want to read it.
My next story involved a coworker named Dani. I didn’t know her well, as she worked on the video side for our website. She didn’t seem to take her job seriously and was the kind of person who was always Instagramming and going out, but I think they honestly had her do certain video reports (generally fluff pieces about cute things like pets for the website so we get clicks and ad revenue… print journalism is dead, don’t go into it) because she was good looking. She was actually younger than me and was hired the year after. This story happened two years into my career, so she had been working there for a year.
The head of the video department, Tom, stepped out of the video studio and into the room with cubicles for us reporters. “Hey, anyone seen Dani?”
We all shook our heads no. “Damn. She’s late. We’re supposed to do a video about the zoo’s upcoming exhibits and they brought animals so we’re on a time crunch.”
At that exact moment, Dani came rushing in wearing a somewhat gaudy pink skirt and blazer combo (she was both similar in dress and looks that day to Aly Raisman, and like Aly was much shorter than she seemed), though I had certainly seen her wear more revealing and less professional outfits before. I flippantly checked her capacity and realized she had probably slept in late - she was at 95% for her bladder and 98% for her bowels.
Tom shook his head and ushered her into the studio. I turned to Quin in the cubicle next to me. “They got zoo animals! I’m checking this out.”
Quin rolled her eyes. “That is not real journalism.”
“Hey. Don’t knock on Dani’s stories. They bring in the money that pays for us to do our stories. You know no one’s actually reading my write-ups about the City Council.”
Quin laughed. “Why did we go into this profession?”
I shrugged and stepped into the studio and stood to the side. It wasn’t uncommon for other employees to take a break and watch the shooting of a video, since they often involved cool things like animal visits and celebrities. I was also watching to see a different certain something happen…
She read her prompt on the teleprompter but was only slightly fidgety, stepping forwards and back a few times. Then the zookeeper pulled out the animals one by one and explained each one as Dani acted excited to hold the cute ones and scared of the reptiles (she probably wasn’t acting; the mammals and birds were pretty cute). I was surprised at how little desperation I was seeing, since I could see her numbers go up - 95%, 96%, 97%, 98%.
As the zookeeper finished putting away all the animals and turned to the camera to give her final spiel, I saw Dani freeze, a fake smile plastered on her face. She stood stiffly as the number for her bladder declined rapidly. 98%. 90%. 80%. 70%. The zookeeper talked for a whole minute (something about free admission day, I wasn’t paying attention obviously) and Dani hit zero as the zookeeper wrapped up. What astounded me, though, was I saw no sign of an accident. No trails along the legs, no puddle, no nothing. I was confused, and Dani proceeded to wrap up the story, reading from the teleprompter, like nothing was wrong, though her ears were a little red.
They went off air and the director gave Dani a thumbs up, who hurriedly shook the zookeeper’s hand before rushing out of the room. I still didn’t see any sign of an accident, though I saw she was at 100% of her bowel capacity. I walked out and decided I would go to the bathrooms, since I could assume that is also where she was headed to. As I followed, a few feet behind Dani, I saw the percentages indicate she was emptying her bowels as she walked. 95%. 90%. 75%. I still didn’t see any sign of an accident, and it dawned on me - could she be wearing a diaper? Why would she do that? Does she regularly wear one?
We were at the hallway that had both the men’s and women’s bathroom. At this point, she was down to around 35% and I thought I could see a faint bulge, really just like her butt was bigger than usual rather than anything obvious. I could, however, smell a faint trace of poop, and now that we were away from the cubicles and other employees, I could hear the crackling as she dropped to 0% as she got to the door. She rushed in and I went into the men’s and took care of business.
I stayed late that day, mainly to get a story done on time, but also because I wanted to confirm my suspicions when no one was around before the janitor came to clean up the place. I did also keep a close eye on Dani the rest of the day, who acted like nothing was wrong, but as we were all getting up from a staff meeting at the conference room, I saw a brief flash up her skirt and saw she wasn’t wearing any underwear (and was fully shaved, if you were wondering, which is bad for your health just so you know). When everyone was gone, I snuck into the girl’s bathroom and warily dug through the trash (trying not to think how much of an idiot pervert I was). Sure enough, about a third of the way down, I found a diaper wrapped up in paper towels. I shook them off and opened up the diaper to see the inside totally soaked with a large mound of poop inside. I smirked and threw it back in before hurrying out to finish my article.
I spent the next couple of days dying to know if Dani regularly wore underwear, but it took a couple months to piece together why. The day after, the zoo piece went live and I complimented Dani on it and said, “I wish I got to play with zoo animals…”
Dani said, “Thanks, man. To be honest, I was pretty hungover that whole time, maybe even a little drunk still. I got up late and went straight to work, I was even wearing what I wore out last night. I need to stop going out on weekdays.”
I laughed. “I wish I could still pull that off, I’m too far out of college to be able to survive working hungover.”
So… does that mean she was wearing a diaper when she went out? I confess, I watched the video more than a few times since I knew when she secretly wet herself, though there was so little tell by her body language besides freezing and stiffening for a minute and a fidgeting before and relative stillness after (though she was still tense, since she had to poop at that time).
I wasn’t close to Dani, but a couple months later, on a Friday, we bumped into each other in the break room and I asked if she had any plans. She said her friends from college were visiting and they were going to do a bar crawl. I joked, “I can’t drink that much anymore, I’d probably pass out and piss myself on the street after the fifth drink.”
She looked around and saw the break room was empty and leaned in, lowering her voice. “Real talk… the girls in my sorority would wear diapers when they went out so they could pee and keep drinking.”
I pretended to act shocked, though internally I was celebrating and piecing together that whole zoo story. “Damn. I don’t know what to say. That’s pretty ridiculous.”
“Don’t tell anyone!”
I winked. “Secret’s safe with me. If I see you out tonight though I may give you shit about it.”
She groaned. “That better not have been a diaper joke already.”
I laughed and we parted ways, me now knowing the whole situation. I guess she was lucky, in some way, because if she didn’t do that, she would have visibly wet herself on camera.
Wetting only here on out
My next story was my third year working at this paper. It sticks out in my mind because it’s a two-fer, if you get what I mean. An alder was in hot water from community activists for backpedaling on a campaign promise for more low income housing. I know, depressing and probably rather boring stuff. But there was a protest outside led by activists and non-profits, two hours of community testimony, an hour of debate on the floor (not to mention an hour to deal with everything else on the agenda), before it finally came to a vote, with the housing activists losing.
I followed the controversial alder back to his office, but once inside he denied me an opportunity to interview him one-on-one and directed me out the door. Personally, I agreed with the activists that he was a coward.
Once outside, I asked the group of protestors that were now blockading his office and chanting if anyone would like to give a final statement. Some activists pulled up a rather tall woman to speak to me and said she was the media contact.
Of all the people I expected to be protesting in defense of the homeless, a buff, Ronda Rousey lookalike in a jumpsuit like this was not it. She introduced herself as Chrissy, then she asked for us to walk and talk away from the protests so I could hear her, which I appreciated. As we moved out of earshot from the crowd, Chrissy said, “Thanks, actually I also really have to pee if we could walk and talk to the bathroom, I didn’t think we’d be here for so long.”
I looked and saw she was at 95%, which was very urgent. I’m surprised I didn’t notice her sooner. I replied, “Sure thing.”
I got my recorder and notepad out as we walked and asked, “So, Chrissy, tell me about yourself and why this issue is important to you.”
Chrissy said, speed walking out of desperation but focused on answering my question, “I was once homeless and thanks to the help of our safety net stabilized my life and got to go back to school. I’m now a social worker for a non-profit working in transitional housing.”
When she finished talking she stopped for a second to squeeze her right leg over her left leg before we kept moving to the end of the hall where the women’s bathroom was. “So, as someone with a background in this, why should we have more low income housing?”
“I got my life together because of subsidized housing! It’s hard to fix anything else in your life until you have a roof over your head. I--uhh…”
I looked and realized why she had stopped. The bathroom was being cleaned. She called out, “Hey, are there any other bathrooms open?”
A gruff voice replied, “No, I locked down the other ones for the night.”
“No rush, but how long until you’re done cleaning in there?”
“Five minutes, probably.”
Chrissy bit her lips. I asked, “You want me to keep interviewing?”
She nodded. “I need something to take my mind off things.”
For five minutes, I got quotes from her while she fidgeted and did a potty dance. It was arousing to see her dance around while trying to answer my questions (getting a bit less coherent as the minutes went on), but I was focused on being a professional. I got all the quotes I needed as she hit 99%. I saw her bend over almost 90 degrees and put her hands in her crotch. It was, for some reason, weird to see someone that buff desperate. “Well, that’s all the questions I had. Thanks for answering.”
She forced out a “no problem” before saying, “Ugh, I don’t think I’m going to make it.”
I watched, shocked at the admission. She looked at me. “The recorder is off, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I need your help. Can you unzip the back of this?”
I was taken aback, but I nodded and unzipped her jumpsuit on the back, which went halfway down. She pulled her hands out of her crotch and started shuffling back down the hall. I saw she had spurted, as she was down to 97%. As I followed her down the hall, it went down to 95%, 93%, and 90% before she arrived at the intersection with the main hallway we had come down and I realized what she was thinking. There was a fake tree in a pot at the intersection, and she pulled down her black jumpsuit, which now had a glistening though subtle wet spot the size of a dinner plate, revealing a very toned ass and regular white panties that were now visibly soaked. As she pulled down, I saw her spurt again and a trickle fall through her underwear onto the floor. She managed to squat over the pot though and let the rest out. I pretended to look away and willed myself not to be visibly excited by what I was witnessing. I turned back around as I heard the hissing trail off into a trickle. She finished peeing through her panties and pulled up her jumpsuit. Red-faced, she asked, “Could you zip me up?”
I nodded and zipped her back. She continued, “I’m so embarrassed. I weight lift, and I’ve definitely peed a little doing deadlifts, but this is the worst accident I’ve had. Is it visible?”
I gave her a once over. You could kind of see the wet spot on her jumpsuit, but due to the black color, you really had to look. “I don’t think anyone will notice, you have to really look for it to see it.”
“Okay good, thanks. I can’t leave the protest. Promise this won’t make the news?”
I gave her a reassuring look. “No worries, your secret is safe with me. Plus, I shouldn’t tell you this as a journalist, but that alder is an asshole.”
She laughed and we walked back to the chanting protestors, everyone else oblivious to what had happened.
I wrote down some of the chants of the protestors and got ready to leave, but as I did, the door opened and a staffer exited. Everyone rushed forward, but she shut the door before they could get in and she ignored the loud yelling and chants at her as she moved past them. I did want a few more quotes from the alder’s side, so I followed her as the protestors stayed at the door, waiting for the alder. I said, “Hey, aren’t you the alder’s media person? Sophia? Mind giving me a quote for the paper on his side of the issue?”
Sophia looked like actress Amber Heard and was dressed professionally in a button up and pants like Amber Heard wore in this picture. She grimaced and I realized it was more than just a touchy political issue. She was at 98% of her bladder capacity! I couldn’t believe it but then again, both the alder’s staff and the protestors haven’t had a chance to use the bathroom for at least four hours. She said, “I can give you one quick quote if you walk with me, but that’s it.”
“Perfect.”
I got out my recorder and notepad. It was hard to keep up with how quickly she was speed walking. “Alright, the alder promised this low income housing development and backed out of it, which killed the project this meeting. What’s his rationale?”
She said, not very convincingly, “The alder remains deeply committed to affordable housing. We’ve had concerns from neighbors at the site about this specific location and potential complications with the pricing of building here. We think we can do it more effectively for taxpayers and in a place that will upset less neighbors than the proposed location.”
“Great, thanks. Is there anything else?”
She opened her mouth to reply as we rounded the corner to the only open women’s bathroom. At the sight of the door, though, she said, “One second.”
We got to the door and it was still closed for cleaning. This janitor was a liar! Not that I minded… Sophia had also hit 100% as we arrived. She was doing a good job of looking like a stern professional without a trace of a potty dance, but this was clearly too much. She crossed her legs, put her hands on her hips, and bent over slightly and held that position before I saw her drop from 100% to 98%. She moved her hands from her hips into her crotch and whispered to me, “Look away, please.”
I saw the number start dropping in earnest as she squatted before I looked away and in the silence I heard the hissing and trickling of her peeing full-force through her black pants and onto the floor.
After about a minute I heard the trickle die down and completely stop so I turned around. “Umm… Sorry to bother… Was there anything else the alder wanted to pass on?”
Sophia shook her head no, though I’m not sure if that’s just because she wanted privacy. I had everything I needed, though, and left to go write the article back at my office. Later, I realized I never turned off my recorder and I re-listened to Sophia’s accident. The sound, that time, will always be stuck in my head as one of the most memorable sounds I’ve heard. |
Hey all, I'm running out of ideas and writing this one felt kind of forced so this might be it for the near future. I might return to it one day, might not. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
My last story at this paper involved the education reporter I mentioned before, Quin. She was a serious and smart person whom I often asked to double check my work and given our similarity in job and age, we were probably closest in the office. We were also the same age and were hired at around the same time. This particular Friday, we were both in the office late trying to meet deadlines for our articles. She was dressed professionally, like Emilia Clarke (whom she also had a resemblance to) in this picture.
It was probably an hour after the office had “closed” and we were clearly the only two people in when I saw her get up and go to the bathroom. She was at 75% of her bladder capacity. So, I was surprised when she almost immediately walked back. We were pretty friendly, so I commented, “That was fast.”
She said, “The bathroom is locked, the janitor must have come by already. I thought he didn’t lock it when people were still working here!”
“He must not have noticed. Speaking of soul-crushing work, we haven’t even put on any music. Got a pick?”
I pulled up my chair around and sat next to her with my laptop to continue writing as we picked some tunes and she got back to work as well, occasionally making small talk and asking each other about edits for our articles. About an hour later, I could see she was up to 90% and now was incessantly bouncing her legs as she typed, rarely stopping to say anything at this point. I was almost done with my article, but my work had slowed down as I watched her desperation. “How are you doing on your article?”
She groaned. “This damn word limit… Trying to include all the people I interviewed without cutting them short but it’s not working.”
“I feel that. Fortunately no one in politics has anything important to say.”
She laughed. “I’ll be done in about half an hour, mind giving it a read-over when I finish?”
“Sure, same here.”
Truth was, I was almost finished but I would definitely stick around half an hour, both to help her and watch what she did with her full bladder.
Over the next half hour, I finished my article and surreptitiously watched Quin’s body language as the number ticked up. At 93%, she crossed her legs tightly. At 95%, she became hunched over her laptop as one hand seemed to permanently rest on her crotch. The skirt meant she couldn’t hold it, though, and at 96% she went back to typing with two hands.
She finished and we swapped laptops to read through each other’s articles. As usual, I didn’t really find any issues with Quin’s writing - it was clear, logical, followed formatting, was well organized. I noticed a couple typos towards the end that I quickly fixed up (though the editor would give it a once through as well), and I wondered if she was distracted.
I looked up at the same time as her. She said, “Looks good, I really don’t have any suggested edits other than a couple typos. I swear I’m not just saying that because I’m dying to pee.”
I laughed and pretended to be surprised. “Oh right you tried to go like two hours ago! We should get out of here so you can pee.”
We emailed our articles to the editor and shut our laptops down and walked to the elevator together. I saw she was at 100%. She must have been dying to go. When we got in the elevator, she immediately crossed her legs and bent her knees. I pretended not to notice. “Got any plans this weekend?”
She didn’t respond and then I realized the number was going down! 97%, 96%, 95%. She had her eyes closed. Soon, as the peeing sped up, I could hear the hissing and the trickling as it pooled on the floor of the elevator. As she kept peeing, I noticed her tight skirt was getting a wet spot at her crotch that slowly grew and ran down the front. I made sure her eyes were closed before I leaned back to look at her butt and saw a similar stain growing until it reached the bottom of her skirt.
After 30 seconds, we reached the bottom floor but she kept peeing. The door opened and closed as I watched for another half a minute before she was empty. The puddle was several feet wide and had reached my feet as well, but I didn’t mind. Her skirt was soaked. She finally opened her eyes and I could see her lip trembling slightly; she must have been feeling humiliated. I instinctively put my arm around her. “Hey. It’s okay.”
She looked at me like she didn’t really believe me. She was so cute with her big eyes looking up at me that I instinctively leaned in to kiss her. She stiffened for a second before leaning into the kiss. After another half minute, we pulled away. I was preemptively apologetic. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t appropriate…”
“No, I liked it… I just wonder why you’d do that right after watching me have an accident like a child.”
“I just… Uh… You looked so sad about it and I wanted to let you know it was okay and I don’t judge you at all for it.”
“Thanks… I wish you did that a previous time when I hadn’t just wet myself.”
I perked my eyebrows at that. She continued, “So… I walked to work today, and I don’t want to walk home.”
“I drove. I’ll give you a ride.”
She hugged me. “You’re a life saver.”
We walked together to my car and I drove her home (she was hesitant to sit with her wet bum on my seat but I told her I didn’t care). I parked outside her apartment and she shyly said, “I feel ridiculous asking this after peeing myself, but would you want to come in?”
I smiled and said, “100% yes.”
I leaned in to kiss her again to prove my point and reassure her I didn’t care about her accident (in fact, the opposite of what she feared…). I followed her up her stairwell, staring at her wet skirt the whole way up, before we entered her apartment. I said suggestively, “I think we should get you out of these wet clothes so you don’t mess anything up…”
“Are you just saying that to see me naked?”
“Absolutely.”
She undid her belt and unzipped her skirt as I pulled out her tucked in blouse and unbuttoned it. As her skirt fell down, it revealed a soaked white thong. I pulled her in close to kiss her before she could take it off, pressing myself against her so she could feel how excited I was. I tossed aside her bra and slowly worked my way down, kissing along her body until I got to her thong. I pulled it down and began to eat her out, the faint smell of her accident driving me crazy. Eventually, she pulled me up and she pulled me to her bedroom to finish the job.
The rest of the night was kind of a haze. We went out for tacos then came back to the apartment and had sex again. We knew each other pretty close from work, but we didn’t spend much time socializing. Maybe there was unspoken sexual tension from work that came through. Maybe it was because neither of us had had sex in a long time. Either way, after two rounds, you get pretty tired, so we drifted off to sleep together.
Warning: Messing mention, sexual content here on out
The next morning was a Saturday, fortunately, and I woke up to the natural light streaming in the room. I looked over and saw Quin was stirring awake, as well. I kissed her good morning, which seemed to wake her up considerably and she returned my kiss hungrily. It was clear we were still vibing from last night, and it escalated to her rolling on top of me, dressed only in a pair of full cut pink panties with me in boxers. Eventually, I rolled her onto her back and began to finger her over her panties. They felt damp, and I was encouraged by her moans of pleasure and kept going. A couple minutes in, though, I felt a clear dampening warmth in my hand and I quickly realized she had accidentally spurted into my hand. Having just woke up, her bladder was at 90% and her bowels at a 97%, but she was enjoying herself too much to notice. I decided I had to escalate before she realized just how precarious her situation was and pulled her back on top of me. She understood what I wanted as I took off my boxers and she slipped me inside her by pulling her panties aside, not even bothering to take them off. I watched with anticipation as the numbers went up as we had sex. Soon, though, she was cumming, and it must have been too much to hold back, as I felt her spurt with each contraction and saw the number go from 90% to 87% to 85%, eventually descending to 75%. Feeling her pee on me and watching the gusset of her pink panties get soaked was too much and I came with her. My entire hip was soaked and there was a puddle beneath me on the bed. As we collapsed into each other’s arms, I realized her bowels had dropped to 95%, and I realized she must be turtleheading even as she finished cumming. Her senses returning to her, she must have finally fully realized how wet the bed was and her poop descending. I pretended not to see the face of panic on her and kissed her before giving her an excuse. “A squirter, huh?”
She grasped the excuse. “Umm… yeah… That’s never happened before… Let me get cleaned up.”
She got off me and during the process her bowels started dropping again. As she got off the bed, facing me, I could see her panties were wet and could just hear a faint crackling as it went from 95% to 85%. I could faintly smell it, as well. She backed her way to the door and quickly turned to run down the hallway, and I saw one glimpse of her backside with a golf ball sized bulge and similarly sized brown stain in her pink panties that I froze into my memory. She came back ten minutes later, bladder and bowel empty, without any underwear on, and pretended nothing was awry as she slipped into bed and we continued to cuddle.
Despite the one and a half accidents I saw from her, I never saw her have another accident, though we continued a friends with benefits situation throughout our time working at the paper. Eventually, she got a job at a bigger newspaper and moved on. I still I look at our time together fondly. |
Sandy Part 1
Evelution of a huge bladder
By:Bubba
Not my Story but its one of my favorite stories
"Sandy, would you like some coffee?"
Sandy looked up from her cluttered desk and politely declined. "Thank you Doreen, but I had better not." Truth be told, Sandy, along with the rest of the crew working on Senator Hazelwood's re-election campaign, could definitely use a caffeine jolt as the day continued past 5:00 into the young hours of the evening. With only a week remaining until the election and early polls showing a near dead-heat between the senator and his vivacious challenger, everyone at Hazelwood's camp was putting in heavy overtime. "Are you sure?" Doreen persisted. "You look like you could really use one." Sandy sighed. "Yeah, I probably could, but I don't like to drink caffeine later in the day. It makes me too jittery, and I, we, cannot afford to lose any sleep tonight!" Doreen, shrugging her shoulders, retreated to the break-room to enjoy some half-day-old java, and Sandy, suppressing a yawn, went back to her paperwork.
Sandy had been telling the truth: coffee did make her uppity, at least it did the few times in her life she had indulged, but this was not her main reason for declining her colleague's offer. Certain authorities had told her at a young age, mostly doctors and her parents, to avoid coffee, tea, soda, and chocolate, because caffeinated substances could upset her "condition." At eight years old, Sandy had been on a horseback riding adventure with her parents, when something in the distance spooked Sandy's horse, and she was thrown off as the frightened animal galloped away. Her terrified parents had raced Sandy to the hospital; careful not to move her neck and head from the position in which she had landed. Fearing the worst, Sandy's parents watched in anguish as their daughter lay comatose for three days before regaining consciousness. As bad as the blow was, Sandy was incredibly lucky not to have had any spinal damage or serious head trauma. However, the accident disrupted the functioning of her pituitary gland, leaving her with a condition known as diabetes insipidus, or "water" diabetes. This rare form of diabetes does not affect the pancreas or insulin levels, but rather does not allow much of the water taken into the body to be absorbed, and therefore it passes right out. From the time of the accident up until young adulthood, Sandy's life had been water. There were times when she felt she could never get enough, and her parents would have to pry water bottles away from her just so she could get some air. As a result of her almost non-stop drinking, Sandy needed to use the restroom practically all the time. Her teachers, after speaking with her parents, had been sympathetic to her case, and allowed Sandy to use the bathroom as much as she needed, which could easily be several times an hour. The students at her schools, from elementary through high school, had been kind to her for the most part. Many of them knew Sandy at the time of her accident, and her friends would explain her condition to those that questioned her leaving all the time. Being that kids can be so cruel, Sandy was still not without her fair share of tormenters over the years. One girl in particular, a snotty, well-off brat named Traci, always gave Sandy a very hard time. "Why can't you hold it like me? I never leave to use the restroom," Traci would snicker. She nicknamed Sandy "leaky," even though Sandy never had any accidents, and even went so far as to trip Sandy once as she was walking down a class aisle. More than once, Sandy arrived at home in tears because of Traci's abuse, leaving her mother with the task of consoling her. Despite these instances, Sandy led a normal life and was ultimately a well-adjusted, happy girl.
One Saturday afternoon, all of the students in Sandy's class grudgingly gathered to take the PSAT, the practice version of the dreaded Scholastic Assessment Test needed for admissions to most colleges. Sandy had always been a very bright student, and, being a good test taker, was not particularly concerned with the exam. The testing environment was set up to resemble as closely as possible the conditions of the actual SAT test. Sandy's counselors explained that while Sandy would be allowed to use the bathroom without hindrance, an adult escort would be provided to make sure no cheating occurred. In addition, Sandy would not be given additional time to complete the exam, as this was seen by the state as an unfair advantage to the other students. The test contained two sections, math and verbal, and each section was to be completed in two hours, with a 15 minute break scheduled in between. Sandy hadn't realized just how difficult the exam was to be, and, try as she might, she had to leave the class three times per section, costing her valuable time and causing her to finish barely over half of each unit. Once the final bell rang, Sandy lowered her head and began to sob. Her best friend, Alicia, tried to comfort her, but Sandy knew she had done very poorly. Feeling like a victim to her condition for the first time in her life, Sandy spent the evening crying on her mother's shoulder. Sandy's poor mother, not knowing what to do, consulted their family doctor for advice. Since Sandy's disease was so rare and medical professionals were only beginning to learn how to effectively treat DI, he could only recommend that Sandy work on increasing her bladder capacity by letting it fill and performing kegel exercises. Sandy, upon hearing of her doctor's advice, decided to give it a valiant effort. Sandy's bladder was not actually small, in fact it was bigger than average, but simply couldn't cope with the amount of liquid her kidneys were pumping each minute. Drinking less was not an option, because proper hydration was essential for her organs to function correctly. And it would be an extremely difficult ordeal to challenge the state to allow Sandy to take the test without being timed due to the nature of the politics and bureaucracy involved.
Sandy hated the feeling like she was handicapped in some way, and made it her goal to only leave the SAT during the official break.
Over the course of the year, Sandy managed to build up her capacity so that she was leaving each class fewer and fewer times. Her teachers commended her for trying to reduce her number of bathroom visits, and Sandy found that it was much easier to keep up with her assignments since she was missing less class. The following summer, Sandy continued her exercises and steadily increased the time between each bathroom trip. Shortly after celebrating her 19th birthday, Sandy was able to last an entire hour without needing to visit the toilet. Once reaching the hour milestone, she was certain she could manage to last two hours by the time the SAT rolled around that October. She treated her kegel exercises like she did her studies, very seriously, with perfection being the only satisfying result. With three weeks remaining until the gruesome exam, Sandy was able to last over two hours without peeing. She practiced on old tests to make sure her need to pee wasn't too much of a distraction, and found that she could just complete a section before her bladder frantically cried for relief. Finally, in late October, the Saturday arrived to take the critical exam. It was a particularly cold morning, and the heating system in the old schoolroom was barely keeping the temperature warm enough to concentrate. At 8:00, the math section of the exam was promptly administered. Sandy made sure she had enough to drink to last until the break, and had downed a liter of water beforehand to make sure she was hydrated enough to perform at her best. By 9:00, Sandy was very much feeling a need to pee. The cold temperature combined with her overall nervousness was playing havoc on her bladder. Fortunately, she was well over halfway done at this point, and could take her time on the remaining questions as well as check over the entire unit before the break. With only 15 minutes remaining, Sandy had finished the test and was almost through double-checking. Feeling like she had done well, she allowed her mind to focus on her now bulging bladder, which felt as full as it ever had in her life. Even though she could have left at that point if she wanted, she felt obligated to live up to the goal she had set early on, which was not to visit the restroom until the official break. After a seemingly eternity, the bell finally rang, signaling that pencils were to be placed down and people were free to leave the room. Sandy and Alicia, also needing to go badly, hobbled to the nearest ladies' room. Having consumed almost three liters of water since the test started, not counting the liter beforehand, Sandi felt as if her eyes were floating and was sure her bladder would explode. Praying for an available stall, she mouthed "thank you" into the sky as she raced into the middle stall of the surprisingly empty restroom. She removed her undergarments quicker than a flash of lightning, seated herself, and released a torrent of pee that she thought the whole school could hear. To Sandy's right, Alicia started her own pee, her small, maxed-out bladder producing a slight stream, which she could barely hear over her friend's monstrous output. After a meager 12 seconds, Alicia finished, breathing a sigh of relief as she re-dressed, flushed the toilet, and left the cubicle. Still hearing Niagara Falls from her friend's stall, she knocked on the door. "You ok, Sandy?" questioned Alicia. "I...I...had to pee" Sandy replied over her deafening stream. "I STILL have to pee!" Truth be told, Sandy didn't even feel as if she was close to finishing this much-needed pee, now going on for close to a minute. As Alicia went to wash up, she noticed Traci enter the restroom and occupy the stall she had just left. The arrogant strawberry-blond 18-year-old more resembled a fashion model than a high-school senior, and unfortunately, she knew it. Praising her large trusty bladder, Traci began to pee a strong stream straight into the water below. She was aware that an even stronger stream was spraying the toilet to her left, but she thought little of it. As the second hand of the clock went around one and a half times, however, Traci couldn't help but pay attention to the incredible noise next to her. Having a bladder as large as she did, Traci was not used to anybody but her peeing for so long, let alone an even more powerful stream. Her friends would always comment on her prodigious bladder when they were together, and would often gather outside of her restroom stall, waiting for her super-long pees to end. Sandy was aware that someone had taken Alicia's former stall, as she could barely hear her new neighbor's pee over her own din-rattling stream. After another 45 seconds, Traci's stream began to lose strength, stopping altogether some 15 seconds later. Traci cleaned up, flushed the toilet, gathered her belongings, and left the stall, only to hear the same violent gushing emanating from the middle stall as when she first arrived. Peeing for two and a half minutes may not have been her best effort, but it was certainly way longer than almost all other girls peed, and she couldn't help but question the mystery middle stall occupant. "Oh my God, who is in there? You've been peeing for, like, ever, and it sounds like a frigging fire hose!" Sandy smiled and blushed simultaneously from inside the stall, recognizing that the voice belonged to Traci, one of the biggest tormenters of her schooling years. Too glorious a moment to pass up, Sandy responded. "Traci? Is that you? It's me, Sandy! Sorry 'bout all the noise. I guess my bladder is just way bigger than yours and takes much longer to empty. Hmmm, I suppose this means you can't make fun of me anymore for having a weak bladder, huh? Unless, of course, you'd like to challenge me to a peeing contest sometime?" Traci, her mouth gaping, stood momentarily in shock from what she had just heard, before leaving the room in a huff. Alicia, who had witnessed the whole event, began laughing hysterically, and Sandy, failing to suppress a smirk, patiently waited another 35 seconds for her bladder to finally finish draining.
Chapter 2: To Pee or Not to pee
Sandy's much increased bladder capacity allowed her to earn a remarkable 1430 points out of a possible 1600 on her SATs, permitting her admittance to a top-ranked ivy-league school. Her parents couldn't be prouder, and frankly, Sandy couldn't have been more pleased with herself for conquering her illness. Throughout the remainder of high school and the first two years of college, Sandy rarely missed any class on account of her bladder. There were still some days when her thirst would be too great and she would still need to leave occasionally, but those days were few and far between. She continued working on her kegel exercises, and only visited the toilet when absolutely necessary. Even when bursting, she would still wait patiently in the bathroom line during passing period, gossiping with other students about clothing, boys, and other typical girl-talk, before entering a cubicle and drowning all other sounds with her thunderous urination. Students began to recognize when Sandy was in one of the stalls by the tremendous sound and incredible duration of the urine stream she produced.Some girls even began to place bets about how long she would pee for, or how many times the stalls to each side of Sandy would turn over before she finished.Sandy could hear the comments and snickers, even over her own strong flowing stream, and although mildly embarrassed at times, she considered her bladder a point of pride, something that she had worked hard to control, and her massive output demonstrated this fact.During the latter part of Sandy's 2nd year in college, a new drug entitled DDAVP entered the market for treatment of DI. This drug allowed much consumed water to be absorbed by the body and not simply passed out, and was essentially a godsend for people affected with DI. For the first time in her life, Sandy was drinking slightly less than a liter of water an hour, as opposed to the 3-4 liters that had ruled her past. For once, it was not her that was asking for a bathroom break during road trips or leaving football games to relieve herself. Her capacity granted her several hours without peeing during both day and night, allowing her to sleep better than she ever had in her life.It was around this time that Sandy had finally chosen a career path in the field of political science, and was accepted to work as an intern for the local congressional office the following summer. It was here that Sandy was introduced to Robert, a returning intern who attended school north of Sandy. Both Robert and Sandy were instantly attracted to one another. Robert admired Sandy's intelligence and was turned on to Sandy's somewhat shy yet witty disposition. As a lover of taller women, Sandy's 5'10" (1.78m) tall stature was also not overlooked by Robert, nor was her ample bosom. Sandy found Robert's sense of humor hysterical, and found herself falling for his charming, yet not arrogant persona.The two interns began seeing each other on nights and weekends, having typical dinner/movie dates, playing games with friends, cuddling on the porch swing, etc. They simply could not get enough of each other. During one particularly hot summer afternoon, while sipping lemonade by the pool, Robert excused himself for the second time in two hours to use the bathroom. "Damn it! Gotta pee again. Hey, how come you never have to go?" Robert's eyes glanced towards Sandy's nearly empty 2-liter water bottle and half empty glass of lemonade. Sandy tried to avoid the question.Robert shrugged and left the poolside to relieve his tiny bladder, while Sandy was left to ponder the scene that just occurred. Why was she embarrassed to tell him that she had a gigantic bladder? She thought maybe she was afraid of bruising his fragile male ego if he found out that she could pee more in one go than his entire family combined (whom she had heard peeing on more than one occasion), and still have plenty in her bladder to take on her former nemesis Traci in a long-peeing contest. She thought she was probably over-analyzing the situation, perhaps putting too much credence in the introductory psychology class she had just completed, but she came to the conclusion that she did not want to risk their relationship in any way. Things were going too perfectly, and as ridiculous as the whole idea seemed to her, she just didn't know how Robert would cope with her endless pees. So far, she had been able to easily hold her urine while she and Robert were together, which had never been more than a few hours. However, she and Robert had discussed spending the night with one another, and while she desperately wanted to, she knew that she would have to pee at least once in his presence. Once again, she felt that her bladder was dictating her life, although in a much different sense this time around. She realized that she could pee often around him when she didn't need to go, but he had already seen that she was capable of lasting long periods of time without urinating, and she did not want to undo the capacity that she had proudly built up. Knowing how silly of an issue it was that was keeping Sandy from being intimate with Robert only served to drive her crazier.One weekend towards the end of the summer, Sandy met up with her best high school friend, Alicia, and the two both caught-up and reminisced while spending the day swimming and enjoying a meal at their favorite caf� that evening. Alicia's small bladder filled, she headed to the single unisex bathroom in the back of the restaurant when the meal was over. Sandy, feeling the effects of several glasses of lemonade and bottles of water, as well as a large soda which she so rarely allowed herself, followed her friend into the tiny yet clean restroom. Alicia, needing to go quite badly, wasted no time in lowering her panties and spraying a wild stream inside of the toilet. Fifteen seconds later, her short pee had ended, and, after cleaning herself, allowed Sandy to take her place on the commode. The antithesis of Alicia, Sandy's stream started off somewhat weak, yet organized, and built up over the next few seconds to a level of intensity that did not seem possible, cascading into the high water level below and resonating loudly throughout the cramped room. A minute and a half later, Alicia practically yelled "God, Sandy, I forgot just how much you could pee!" Sandy blushed slightly, then, remembering her fears about Robert, decided to broach the subject. "I'm worried about peeing when Robert's around. He's never heard or seen how much I can go." Embarrassed to continue, Sandy forced herself to go on. "I'm afraid he'll think I'm a freak or something and won't want to see me any more." The thought of her not seeing Robert anymore caused her face to fall. Alicia didn't quite know how to react. It seemed absurd for a relationship to end based on one's peeing ability, yet that certainly wasn't a problem she had ever had to deal with, so she couldn't write it off as being completely ridiculous. As a psychology student with an emphasis on relationship counseling, she knew that while she was pretty sure that Robert, if he was at all a decent guy, would not end a romance for something so trivial, the fact that Sandy felt so strongly about it was enough for her to break away from Robert and ultimately end their relationship.Alicia knew that Sandy didn't have all that much luck with guys, and had never seen her care about a man as much as she did about Robert, so she was determined to help her friend out as best she could. She essentially told Sandy exactly what she had been thinking. "Sandy, if Robert is the kind of guy you believe him to be, do you think he would have a problem with you peeing way more than any racehorse I've ever seen?" Alicia was smiling, forcing Sandy to smile and shake her head. "And, if he did have a problem with something so stupid, would he be the kind of guy you would want to be in a relationship with?"Sandy again shook her head no, but still didn't feel completely comfortable with the whole idea. "But if he dumped me, wouldn't that confirm that I'm some sort of freak"? "Only if YOU believe you are," Alicia replied. "You've worked way too hard in life to place your self-worth in the hands of some guy. If he can't handle some aspect about you, that's his problem, not yours. And vice versa. You wouldn't get rid of him if the situation was reversed, would you?" Sandy tried to imagine the idea of Robert urinating in a urinal for ages, while guys on either side of him came and went. The thought actually turned her on slightly, and she quickly tried to brush the idea out of her mind. "No," Sandy finally replied, "I wouldn't" "Then why expect any less of him"? The last statement finally clicked in Sandy's mind. "I shouldn't" she replied. Sandy suddenly smiled. "Wow, you're going to make a really great therapist someday! Thank you so much!" Sandy started to stand up to give Alicia a hug, but stopped herself as she realized what she was doing there in the first place and indeed, what she was still doing. "Oh, right." Sandy commented, her pee stream mightily pounding the porcelain as evenly as when it started almost four minutes ago. "God, sorry, I'm on here so long sometimes that I forget what I'm doing. When I have to go this bad, sometimes I wonder if I'm ever going to stop!" Sandy blushed again. Alicia smiled broadly and proclaimed, "That certainly makes two of us!"
Chapter 3:Roberts Awakening
A week later, with only two weekends remaining before heading back to their respective schools, Sandy informed Robert that she was ready to take their relationship to the next level and spend the night with him. Both Sandy and Robert were extremely nervous yet excited about the idea, as they had both been saving themselves for the right person, and it seemed that their waiting would finally pay off. Robert spared no expense in planning the perfect evening. A quite impressive cook for a college student, he prepared a candlelight dinner of salmon and steamed vegetables, followed by white chocolate mousse for dessert, both served with plenty of punch. Neither Sandy nor Robert was keen on alcohol, Robert because he simply could not stand the taste and Sandy because it would upset her DI. Sandy took notice of Robert leaving the table after dessert was finished to use the facilities. Her own giant bladder, having been emptied before she left for Robert's house, was not feeling full in the least, despite her consuming nearly four large glasses of punch over the course of the two-hour meal. Leaving the dishes to be tended to later, the hopelessly in love couple walked hand-in-hand up the stairs of Robert's guest house, where he had been living during the summer months. Once inside, the two embraced each other passionately, kissing and hugging the way in which only a couple madly in love could do. Removing each other's clothing and throwing themselves on the bed, Sandy allowed Robert to explore every inch of her body, fully aware that her large breasts captured most of his attention. Sandy admired Robert's slim yet toned body, nearly giggling like a schoolgirl when she saw Robert's manhood standing up at attention. The evening together was like a dream, neither one realizing just how wonderful it was to be. Although still somewhat early in the evening, both Sandy and Robert were exhausted from their fervent lovemaking. After relieving himself again in the single, tiny guesthouse bathroom and retrieving a couple of 2-liter bottles of water for his sweetie, the two lovebirds cuddled together, with Robert falling asleep almost instantly. Sandy, downing one of the water bottles as she usually did to stay hydrated through the night, followed suit.
During the middle of the night, Sandy was stirred when she felt Robert leave the bed to use the toilet. Feeling thirsty, she pretended to be asleep so that Robert wouldn't feel as if he had awoken her. Crawling back in bed after his usual short pee, Robert kissed Sandy on the cheek and fell asleep quickly, allowing Sandy to down the second bottle of water. Feeling that she had to pee, although not too badly by her standards, she opted to go back to sleep and wait until morning to take care of business. She didn't want to stir Robert by getting out of bed, and moreover, didn't want to take a pee during the middle of the night that her sister, Morgan, had recently remarked could "wake the dead." Over the last couple of years, as Sandy's bladder capacity increased almost exponentially, her mother and sister had good naturedly teased Sandy about her extremely long, very noisy pees, and Sandy had good reason to worry about waking someone when she let loose. The previous summer, during a road trip to visit Yosemite National Park, Sandy had unknowing awoken her mother and sister in their motel room while taking a particularly monstrous pee during the middle of the night. Finally emerging from the toilet, she was greeted with pillows thrown at her face by her disheveled family. It was all in good fun, though. Her family knew that she had worked excruciatingly hard at overcoming her DI, her marathon pees were proof enough to anyone who questioned that fact. Still, it was always an interesting situation for them to go into public restrooms with Sandy. Sandy's mom and sister could take a pretty good pee, longer than most women they knew in fact, but they would nevertheless be finished, hands washed, waiting outside of Sandy's stall, listening to the drone of a very loud, hissing pee that showed no signs of wavering, and indeed seemed like it would go on forever. It was even more remarkable in crowded restrooms, where bursting women would be lined up waiting for available stalls, acutely aware of a furious pee stream emitting from one of the cubicles. Minutes would pass, stalls would turn over, and these same women, now quite relieved, would practically drill holes with their eyes at the same cubicle they heard when they had first entered, its occupant peeing as though she hadn't peed in years. Sandy's mom and sister, waiting patiently, would hear snickers and giggling, as well as see gaping mouths and women staring at their watch, unable to comprehend the amount of time during which this mystery super-bladder girl was peeing.
At 10:30 AM the following morning, Robert was finally awoken by a combination of sunlight shining in his eyes and birds chirping just outside the bedroom window. Glancing lovingly at the still sleeping beauty at his side, he carefully exited the bed and headed to the bathroom to relieve his full morning bladder. Finished after a full 30 seconds, a lengthy pee by his standards, he flushed the toilet. The gently swirling of the water and the slight groan of the pipes was enough to awaken Sandy, who sat up in bed with a start. She had been having a vivid pee dream, and was quite thankful that she was still dry. Though she hadn't had an accident in bed since she was quite young, she still worried that she might, especially when she was not in her own surroundings. That fear expelled, she became aware that her bladder was very, very full, and would need to be emptied soon before she really did have an accident. Realizing that she hadn't peed in over 16 hours and recalling all that she had drank in that time, she knew that she was about to take a big pee-an extremely large pee in fact, and the fear about what Robert might think hit her like a ton of bricks. Her morning pees were so huge that sometimes even she was amazed at her capabilities. Forcing herself to dismiss the idea of quickly leaving the guesthouse and finding another toilet, she got out of bed and greeted Robert in the bathroom, who had just finished filling the sink with water. "Good morning dear," Sandy greeted Robert, smiling at her own greeting, which made her feel as if she and Robert were wedded stars in a campy 1950's sitcom. "Morning sweetie" replied Robert, wrapping his arms around Sandy and kissing her forehead. "Did you sleep ok?" "Yes, thanks," said Sandy, glancing longingly at the toilet, her giant bladder crying for relief. "I, uh...need to pee" Sandy said nervously. "Oh, ok, I'll give you some privacy then" replied Robert, starting to leave the confined bathroom. "No, wait" Sandy suddenly proclaimed, probably louder than necessary. "I don't mind going while you're in here, if you don't mind," Sandy stated, feeling more confident with her new plan. She would rather pee in front of Robert and perhaps discuss her amazing peeing ability in person than have him listen, however unintentionally, from outside the door, wondering if she was part camel, pretending later that nothing was at all odd with what he had heard. "No, I don't mind at all," replied Robert, somewhat surprised by her brazenness. Peeing, after all, was generally a private thing. He actually liked the fact that the woman he loved didn't seem concerned about urinating in front of him. Everybody pees, right? While he was splashing water on his face and reaching for his razor, Sandy went ahead and hiked up her oversized nightshirt, lowered her panties, and seated herself on the toilet. Within a couple of seconds, her stream began spraying the water below. Sandy was surprised that she wasn't more pee-shy; after all, she hadn't ever peed in front of a man before (her father didn't count), especially not one she loved so much, but her overfilled bladder wanted relief far too much to care. Her unified stream gained strength, building and building, her urine shooting out of her faster and faster, until the hiss that she was making as her pee grazed her labia was just as loud as the incredible stream hammering the water below. Closing her eyes, Sandy sighed slightly, her relief finally under way. Robert, his face now lathered, forced himself to stare straight ahead at the mirror, trying, but failing, to ignore the amazing noise that his girlfriend was making simply from peeing. He had heard a few women pee before. For a time in high school, his father had been laid-off from his corporate job, and the family had been forced to live in a modest, single bathroom home. Having two sisters, one being a fraternal twin, the other slightly older, he had heard them pee quite a number of times in the shared family bathroom. But their combined streams couldn't produce even close to the noise that Sandy's was making. Applying the razor to his unshaven face, he heard Sandy ask over the sound of her immense stream "so, what do you have planned for today?" "Not too sure," replied Robert. "I need to get my mom a birthday present, and I really should register online for fall classes." "Yeah, me too," replied Sandy. "I always hate going through that process. At least this year I am guaranteed to be in my required political science classes." "Yeah, me too" replied Robert, aware that the mega-decibel pee stream to his left was still going on strongly. "Hey," Sandy said, "Maybe I could help you pick out a gift for your mom?" "Sure thing," replied Robert. "I could always use a woman's touch." The restroom then took on a conversational silence, the sound of Sandy's pouring urine filling the small area. Robert shaved, Sandy peed, until Robert, completing his task, replaced the razor and drained the basin. Not knowing what to do, Robert took in the situation that was unfolding in front of his eyes. Not only was Sandy peeing way louder than anyone, male or female, he had ever witnessed, but she was also peeing much longer as well, and showed absolutely no signs of stopping anytime soon. He had never timed how long it took him to shave, but he thought it had to be more than two minutes. "Wow, you really had to go, huh?" Robert stated, surprising himself with his blunt comment. "Yeah" Sandy replied, almost in a dazed manner. "Sometimes my pees take a while to finish." She didn't really know what to say next, but, feeling as though she hadn't even dented her mighty bladder, felt that it was time to spill her guts. "No, that's not true...all of my pees take a long time to end...a really, really long time." Robert stared at her in amazement at what was just revealed to him, but before he could question her, she went into a detailed monologue about her past history, an area that Robert had tried to bring up before, but which Sandy had been reluctant to discuss. Sandy explained it all: the horseback riding accident, the DI, the SATs, her new medication, all the while her pee flowing from her loins, her stream rising and falling in perfect rhythm with her breathing. She even told him that she didn't want to pee during the middle of the night for fear of waking him up, recalling the incident with her mom and sister in the motel, which he wouldn't have believed to be possible if he wasn't personally hearing her furious output in its full glory. Her story concluded, her pee everything but, Robert felt himself become aroused, seemingly without explanation, his penis extending as far as he had ever felt before. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" questioned Sandy, her eyes staring at Robert's crotch, an impish smile spreading across her face. "I...I don't know" replied Robert, slightly embarrassed by his reaction, but feeling more turned on than he ever had in his life. "It's just that...I keep thinking you must finish at any time, but there's always more!" Sandy blushed, her cheeks turning quite red. This certainly wasn't the first time she had shocked someone with her endless peeing, but it was the first time, at least that she was aware of, that she had excited someone simply by doing what came so naturally to her. "Oh, there's much, so much more to come," Sandy retorted, purposefully pushing her stream out so hard that she actually felt splash back. Sandy had been worried about Robert's reaction to her endless deluge, afraid that he might label her a freak, but hadn't ever considered the possibility that he would be turned on by such a display. Remembering her own reaction to the image she held of Robert peeing forever, she was suddenly surprised that she hadn't thought about this type of response before. But then again, how was she to know that endless peeing would also turn on other people? She had thought she was weird in that aspect, but the evidence clearly showed that Robert felt the same way. Perhaps they were in the minority. Maybe it was fate that had introduced her to Robert. In the end, it didn't matter. She loved him, and he loved her more than ever. Glancing up at the tiny wall clock, Robert suddenly yelled, "My God Sandy, you've been peeing for over seven minutes!" Looking down at her own spewing urine, feeling her urethra being filled with a practically endless supply, Sandy calmly retorted "yeah, I had a feeling this one might last a while. Do you have a book I could read? Perhaps the bible, King James version if you don't mind?" Sandy, of course, was joking, although there were times when she felt like she could make it through Genesis before finishing a big pee, but the effect on Robert was not lost: he was visibly shaking, about to collapse from excitement. "I think," said Sandy, gently pulling Robert to his knees, "that this is the start of a beautiful relationship." She leaned in to kiss him, her pee stream splashing the porcelain with the changing of her position, and the two locked lips, incapable of even imagining their experiences yet to come.
Chapter 4: A Pee to remember
Glancing at the elegant gold watch her parents had given her as a commencement gift (a newer car, she felt, would have been much more appreciated), Sandy was surprised to see that another hour had past. Looking up out the far window of the 17th floor, she was also not expecting night to have overtaken the day so quickly. Daylight savings time had been implemented only the previous weekend, and she, like most everyone else, was still adjusting. Honestly, the night did not appear much different from the just-ended day, which had been overrun with ominous clouds, destroying any chance of sunlight heating their quaint city beyond the freezing point. On a clear day, it was possible to see as far as 35 miles from the observation deck of their building, dubbed the "skyscraper on the prairie." This, however, certainly was not the case on this November day, where a light snow had been falling off and on, the wind blowing such that one would surely suffer from hypothermia if not protected by layer upon layer of clothing. No, Bismarck, North Dakota was not a setting Sandy would have ever expected to call home, but here she was, grinning and bearing a full day of constant freezing temperatures, the first of many, and wishing that such a job opportunity had opened up in a more climate-friendly state. Still, despite the weather, Sandy was quite happy with her new environment, and more importantly, was finally granted the opportunity to participate in a honest-to-goodness political campaign. After she and Robert were married the summer following their college graduation, both newlyweds had trouble finding careers in their fields, and had spent the next three years bouncing around jobs in a recessed economy, kissing up to superiors in the fields of marketing, sales, and customer service, working positions in which they were underpaid, under appreciated, and most importantly, did not feel passionately about. Therefore, when Sandy's former internship manager informed her that Senator Hazelwood's re-election camp was interested in hiring her to fill a newly opened position, she practically accepted the offer on the spot, knowing Robert would fully support such a move. By springtime, Sandy and Robert acquired a cozy two-bedroom apartment near the state capitol, and Robert was able to land a job in the local congressional office, which he thoroughly enjoyed. Life was good- hectic at the moment for both Sandy and Robert, but much better than it had been a year previously, and worth the absence of days where sitting by the poolside and patio dinners were feasible.
Despite the later hour, Sandy had no plans to leave her cubicle anytime soon. Her desk was piled with unopened letters from concerned voters, and her job was to ensure that each letter was answered in a professional yet personal manner, either addressing their concerns with the senator's four-year master plan where applicable, or thanking the would-be supporter for bringing a new issue to the senator's attention, promising to consider solutions and implementing the one providing the greatest benefit to the most people. Born and raised in the sparsely populated state, Bill Hazelwood had a very real connection with the people, and Sandy felt better knowing that the incumbent senator was genuinely interested in their concerns. With the race as tight as it was, every single vote counted in this 1992 election year, making Sandy's job that much more important to the senator's success, and ultimately determining her own. Sandy busily worked away, only slightly aware that the sound of wind could be heard screaming even from inside the enclosed area. She paid more heed, however, to the messages being sent by her throbbing bladder, signaling, as voluminous as it was, that it was near maximum capacity, and quite understandably so. Normally, Sandy only peed twice a day, once in the morning after she awoke and once in the evening a couple of hours before bed. Abiding by this schedule, Sandy ensured that she would not have to urinate at her work, which suited her just fine. However, Sandy had overslept on this day, largely due to her having a late night the previous evening, and was forced to forgo her morning pee in order to catch her carpool. Despite having not peed since the night before, Sandy had not visited the capitol's restroom throughout the entire day, nor did she have plans to do so, a remarkable feat considering the numerous water bottles littering her trashcan, their life-giving liquid consumed and existing in the vastness of Sandy's gargantuan bladder. It was one thing to pee endlessly in the privacy of her own home or even in the role she won as "restroom celebrity" in her college dorm community bathroom, but Sandy wasn't anxious to show off her unique peeing talents to her fellow coworkers. Pissing forever just didn't seem professional to Sandy, and although she couldn't really explain why she felt this way, she had no desire to become the butt of office gossip, which, she had unfortunately discovered, ran rampant throughout the adult office world nearly as badly as in junior high schools across the nation. She could almost imagine the conversations in her mind: "Have you ladies ever been in the restroom when Sandy is peeing?" "Oh my God! Yes! She must pee gallons at a time! And that stream! I have seen elephants let go at the zoo, and Sandy puts them to shame without even trying." "Ladies, I went in the bathroom once to have a, um, number 2 shall we say, which you know can take quite a while, and that fire hydrant was going the entire time I was in there. I wanted to see just how long she would go, but you can only wash your hands for so long before becoming suspicious. So I waited outside the bathroom, and do mean waited, for her to finally come out. Good gracious, I could cook an entire meal in the time it takes her to empty that mammoth bladder of hers." "You mean she actually DOES finish at some point? I had no idea." No, Sandy was content to keep such comments at bay. Besides, by saving her urine, she ensured some truly fantastic releases for Robert, who had come to worship Sandy's mighty bladder, leading to unforgettable sexual episodes. If Sandy had dug a little deeper within her mind, perhaps she would have realized that her magnificent peeing had become a prime sexual focal point for not only Robert, but herself as well, and mixing erotic thoughts into a professional environment was generally not a good idea, hence her apprehension about peeing at the office.
Sandy's attention was suddenly diverted to a ringing bell, and she looked up to see her manager, Kendra, standing in the middle of the room, waiting for each person's full attention. One of the few African-American females in Bismarck's mostly Anglo population, Kendra had been a strong supporter of Senator Hazelwood since he first entered politics. Satisfied that she had the floor, Kendra began her announcement. "The National Weather Service has issued a winter storm warning until midnight. It's going to get pretty nasty outside real soon. I would like for everyone to please go ahead and leave. I appreciate the hard work everyone has been putting in, but nothing is worth risking our safety, not even an election. Thank you." Kendra then went over to Sandy's cubicle to speak with her. "If it's ok with you, Sandy, I would like to finish a few things up here before we leave. I think it will be all right since we only have a short way to go." "Sure thing," Sandy replied, finding it ironic that Kendra was defying her own words spoken just a few seconds ago, yet glad to have some more time to continue her work. She, Kendra, and Doreen, the intern, all lived in the same apartment complex, and carpooled to and from work, alternating cars each week. Even if Sandy had wanted to leave, Kendra was driving this week, and demanding to be taken home immediately would not have been one of Sandy's wiser career decisions.
After another 45 minutes, with another three letters completed and snow now falling down in earnest, the trio of women made their move to exit the building. At close to 7:00 in the evening, with wintry weather more than knocking on its doors, the capitol was void of all but a few brave, perhaps foolish souls. Kendra pressed the down arrow button on the elevator, and the three waited impatiently for it to make the journey to their high-level floor. All three women were glad to be leaving, exhausted from putting in more than a full day, but satisfied with their outcome. If the election was lost, at least no one at the camp could claim the defeat resulted from a lack of effort. Sandy was especially glad to be going home, excited to see Robert, who should have left his office well before the storm hit. She imagined Robert would be anticipating her arrival, and she thought briefly about his delicious reaction to the especially huge pee she would take upon arriving. The doors finally opening, the three stepped on the practically silent modern elevator, which began its descent once the doors had closed and the "L" button had been pressed. Only a few seconds had passed before the three women felt the elevator abruptly halt and simultaneously witness the main cabin lights flicker off, replaced the next second with a dim emergency lighting system powered by the buildings low-wattage backup generator. Sandy, Kendra, and Doreen stood in silence for a brief while, taking in the situation, before Kendra exclaimed agitatedly "What the hell? Why did we stop?" This certainly was the question on their minds, but none had any answers, at least not any that could be proven within the confines of the now cell-like surroundings. Well before the days of cellular phones, the only means they had to communicate with the outside world was through the emergency call button, which would signal the fire department of their plight. "We should be out of here soon enough," Doreen said, trying to brighten the mood, but Sandy was a bit more of a realist than the perpetually optimistic Doreen. With the storm getting worse and worse, the priorities of the fire department would be to help stranded motorists, which would no doubt be plentiful, especially as swiftly as the storm had overtaken the city. A stuck gas-heated elevator, Sandy reasoned, would have to wait. She imagined their situation was caused by a power failure, and not by an elevator breakdown, simply because of the way the emergency lights clicked on as soon as they stopped. Leaning back against the carpeted walls of her jail, Sandy let out a barely audible sigh and closed her eyes. She hoped she was wrong about having to wait long. She really needed a pee.
An hour and a half later, Sandy realized that her initial thoughts had been correct. With still no communication from would-be rescuers, the trio had taken their seats on the surprisingly comfortable carpet of their new home, Sandy's long legs stretched out almost at the doors' edge. The three women had said little, and Doreen's mood had visibly deteriorated. Sandy thought that she saw her squirm a couple of times. "How long do you think we'll be trapped in here?" Doreen suddenly piped up. Sandy and Kendra shook their heads that they didn't know. "I hope not too much longer," Doreen continued unabatedly. "I shouldn't have had that coffee earlier. I really gotta pee." Sandy nodded, empathizing with the intern. Doreen was usually visiting the restroom every couple of hours. Her bladder, while only containing a drop in the proverbial bucket compared to Sandy's, was full, and Sandy, more than anybody, understood what that felt like. "Me too," replied Kendra, shifting her position on the elevator's floor. "I haven't been since lunchtime. Everything has been so hectic." "Geez, I could have never lasted that long, I'm always having to go." Replied Doreen, silently cursing her miniscule bladder. "Hey, Sandy, when did you last use the restroom?" She asked, not remembering Sandy's leaving her seat all day. "Oh, a while ago" Sandy said, avoiding the question yet certainly not lying. It had been a while ago, almost 24 hours by her watch, yet her trained bladder was holding on. Unfortunately, while Sandy could control her bladder for hours on end, her thirst still consumed her, not nearly as badly as in her youth, but enough that she was forced to remove one of the few emergency water bottles from her purse. "Wow, Sandy," Doreen spoke up again. "You are always drinking water, yet I never see you go to the bathroom. Your control must be excellent." "Yeah, I suppose so" Sandy lazily replied, thinking that while her control was definitely exceptional, it helped to have a bladder the size of a Yugo.
After another hour and a half, though, Sandy was really questioning her ability to hold on. Doreen was in visible pain. Sandy had offered to let her use one of her water bottles, which she thought she could make useable by cutting the top off to allow for a wider opening, but Doreen was saving such measures for a last resort. Sandy would have liked to use one herself, but she would need more like ten to gain relief, and the pressure of her stream would surely splash back out of the bottle. Kendra was feeling the effects of a very full bladder as well, but moreover, she felt responsible for putting the other two women in this predicament. "I am so, so sorry about this," remarked Kendra. Sandy and Doreen didn't blame Kendra for their predicament; if anything, they admired her work ethic and dedication, which they wasted no time in telling her. "Still," replied Doreen, feeling a bit better and greatly appreciated, "if you need to just pee in the elevator, I will take responsibility for it and have it cleaned up." Sandy imagined herself peeing and peeing in the elevator, amusingly thinking that she couldn't possibly do so because none of the women were equipped with scuba gear. Despite the jokes she made in her mind, Sandy realized that she needed to pee extremely badly, worse in her adult life than she had ever remembered it. She couldn't fathom how much her bladder was holding, but she knew the figure had to be astronomical. "So much for not peeing at work," Sandy thought to herself. She would have given almost anything for a toilet to open up so that she wasn't forced into flooding the elevator with her endless reservoir. Praying for a miracle, Sandy pulled her knees to her chest, assuming a sitting fetal position, trying to take some of the pressure off of her incredibly distended bladder.
Twenty minutes later, it seemed that all hope had been lost, and the women had resigned themselves to the inevitable. Kendra was practically doubled over, her own urgency increasing greatly at a rapid rate. Sandy was fighting with all her might, but felt that she was ultimately losing the battle. Over the last two hours, her bladder had reached new levels of urgency, filling greater than it ever had, perhaps greater than any other human being was capable of, yet her healthy kidneys were relentless in their quest to continue pumping liquid. She fought back a couple of severe spasms, yet she could not bring herself to let go just yet...there was just too much to consider. Her gallons of urine would probably ruin the carpet, and she respected Kendra too much to put her through that kind of scenario. Her urine would no doubt seep underneath the doors and fall either to the floor below, whichever one that was, or down the elevator shaft, creating a whole new mess for someone to deal with. Finally, she didn't want Kendra and Doreen to have to be exposed to that kind of messy situation, for there was no telling how much longer they would be incarcerated. After the carpet had soaked up all that it could, she guesstimated there would still be a couple of inches of urine completely covering the floor. They would have to stand the entire time to save their clothes, and would be forced to deal with the smell until they were finally rescued. Sandy didn't think her urine had much odor to it, because the amount of water she consumed made it mostly clear, but with such a quantity pouring out in a very confined area, she didn't want to take the risk. No, as long as she had an ounce of strength, Sandy would fight until the bitter end, putting her years of bladder endurance training through its most difficult challenge ever. "SHIT!" Sandy's thoughts were broken at the sound of Doreen's agitated expletive. "Quick, give me the bottle!" Sandy looked up to see Doreen in a half squat position, pushing her crotch with both hands using all her might, trying to avoid disgracing herself and knowing that she had reached her small bladder's absolute limit. Just as Sandy was handing Doreen the modified water bottle, its top removed just in case of such an emergency, the three women felt the elevator lurch and begin moving downward, at the same time seeing the main cabin lights click back on. "Good lord, the power's back!" exclaimed an excited Kendra, thinking of the lobby bathroom that lay just around the corner. "Oh God, oh God," Doreen was muttering to herself, trying to find strength to last just a bit longer, her dress hiked in preparation for her release. Sandy mouthed a silent "thank you" into the sky, fully intending to make good use of the building's facilities. "4...3...2..." The women were almost counting out loud as the descending elevator's LED panel lit up, the women's relief nearing closer and closer with each passed floor. "DING!" The elevator finally stopped, signaling it had reached its destination, and the two seconds it took for the doors to open was perhaps the longest in each woman's life. Wanting to sprint, but at best achieving a fast hobble, the women made their way to the bathroom conveniently containing three stalls, as if the restroom's designer had anticipated such a day. Plowing through the door first was Doreen, closely followed by Kendra, with Sandy at her heels. Knowing the unwritten restroom etiquette rule for this type of situation, Doreen made her way to the far-ended handicapped stall, with Kendra taking the middle and Sandy practically knocking the door off of the stall closest to the sinks. The desperate women began relieving themselves in the order they arrived. Doreen re-hiked her dress and snatched down her panties, her splatter starting before she was even fully seated. A split second later, Kendra's skirt was raised, her panties lowered, and she allowed her strong, hissing stream to completely engulf her with ecstasy. Thankful that she was wearing a skirt herself, Sandy followed Kendra's example and began her usual unified stream straight into the water below, which built and built as it typically did to where it was by far the loudest stream in the bathroom, indeed the strongest most women had ever heard. "Ahhhh" Sandy moaned aloud, not caring about anything except the relief she would finally get. Kendra responded with an "Amen" and Doreen stated, "I'll second that." The three women peed in silence, verbal silence at least, for the next forty seconds. Never in the history of the capitol's lobby bathroom had so much hissing noise been made and so much urine expelled in that amount of time before, and indeed would probably never happen again. Doreen was particularly proud that she had held on, and the length of her urine stream showed as much. She was usually all peed out in less than 15 seconds, and even when seemingly bursting, she had never delivered more than 25 seconds worth of urine in one go. Now, only after 45 seconds was her pee beginning to taper off, coming to a finally conclusion a few seconds later. Sighing, she began to tear off paper, only now realizing the immensity of the streams she was hearing to her right. What amazed her was that even though Kendra was in the cubicle next to her, peeing a strong stream in her own right, she heard Sandy's stream more clearly, which must have been spraying out with a force she could only dream of achieving. Flushing the toilet and exiting the cubicle, Doreen stood with her back against the wall, facing the stalls of the two still strongly peeing women. If this was a dual, Doreen thought, Sandy would clearly be the victor. "Girl, I hope you're feet aren't tired, 'cause I still got some peein' ahead of me," Kendra brazenly said to Doreen, who laughed at the remark. "I don't know, Kendra...it sounds like Sandy's gonna give you a run for your money," replied Doreen. "If you only knew," thought Sandy, whose bladder felt even fuller than when she first started peeing 60 seconds ago. She knew that she could stop after a couple of minutes, a very long pee by most anyone else's standards, and save the enormous quantity of urine still remaining for her loving husband, but the feeling of relief she was experiencing after being so incredibly desperate was practically orgasmic, nearly indescribable, and Sandy had every intention of prolonging the sensation as long as possible. There would be no cutting this pee short, and from the signals being sent from Sandy's bladder, she would be seated on the toilet for a long time, an unbelievably long time indeed. If the Guinness book had peeing records, Sandy was certain that this pee would win all of them.
"Mmmm...this feels so good." Sandy's thoughts were echoed by Kendra's statement. "I'm glad that I still have some company in here," Kendra continued over the flow of her pee stream. "Sometimes when I wait too long, I just can't seem to stop going." Sandy was almost dumbstruck for what to say next. She was somewhat surprised that Kendra would bring up the forbidden topic of peeing, viewed as such a private event by most women, yet Kendra was never known not to speak her mind, a quality which Sandy both admired and respected. "Yeah, I know what you mean," Sandy replied, knowing all too well exactly what she meant. "Obviously!" exclaimed Doreen, still waiting for the urinating women to complete their task. She was aware that Kendra had a fairly large bladder, having heard some of her peeing escapades at the office before, but what she was hearing with Sandy was unique. Never before had she heard a woman pee as hard as Sandy and sustain the stream for so long. "Sandy, if you don't mind me saying so, I don't know how you waited so long...I mean, it sounds like you're gonna break the toilet in there and you've been at it for quite a while now!" Doreen's statement of fact ended just as Kendra's stream came to an abrupt halt, lowering the decibel level in the room only slightly. The pipes carrying her significant output away, Kendra joined her colleague on the wall, waiting for their third member to finish urinating, the mounting duration of Sandy's pee not lost on either of them. "I'll say this," Kendra stated, "not too many women completely outshine me in the bathroom when I am as full as I was." "Uh, thanks," Sandy almost apprehensively replied. Then, beefing up her bravery, she added, "I hope you guys don't mind waiting...Like Kendra said, when I'm really full, sometimes I just can't stop urinating. I got a ways to go I'm afraid." Bewildered at such a response and thinking she couldn't possibly be serious- especially considering how much Sandy had already urinated, Kendra and Doreen laughed nervously, simultaneously listening to the incessant spray emanating from the far stall. As Sandy's urine stream continued, its pulse relentless, its intensity extreme, its source seemingly endless, the women began to believe Sandy's claim, yet with each passing second, thought that she must finish at any moment. But this was not to be. As the minutes ticked by, Sandy's pee surpassed the impressive, silly, and even ridiculously long stages, and still she urinated, unwavering in her quest, her bladder showing its true magnitude. Hearing nothing from her workmates, Sandy felt obligated to speak, almost feeling the need to apologize for spending so much more time of an already overlong day. "Sorry I'm taking so long guys. I was really desperate to go, I guess." Kendra, trying to take in the circumstances she was witnessing, was at a loss for words, a first for her it seemed. After a while, Doreen finally responded. "My God Sandy...how can you still be...?" Doreen asked, almost in a whisper. "Uh-oh," Sandy thought, realizing that she was putting her friends into shock with her non-stop urination. She had been told by her college girlfriends that her pees were hypnotic to the point where one could go crazy waiting for them to end, similar to the beating of the old man's hideous heart in Poe's famous literary work, so she was not too surprised by the reaction they were experiencing. Reaching up to unlatch the stall door, Sandy's unexpected move had the effect of breaking their trance. "I thought I had lost you two," Sandy exclaimed, a smile spreading over her face. "I'm sorry Sandy," Doreen said, embarrassed of her reaction to the simple act of another person's urinating. "It's just that, well...I've never heard..." Doreen trailed off, her gaze fixed on the inch-wide stream shooting from Sandy's loins, its sound even louder with no door to hinder its progression. "Me neither," Kendra spoke up, unable to explain her own pleasurable feelings, yet enjoying them just the same. "I'm not surprised," Sandy retorted, feeling that she had to explain herself. "I've never met anyone who can go as much as me either. What can I say? I have an enormous bladder, and I wasn't kidding when I said it was full." Kendra and Doreen certainly did not object to this statement, unable to comprehend how much Sandy's bladder was capable of holding. Sandy went on to explain the story of how her great organ came to be, all the while pee pouring into the commode. Noticing the significant water level of Sandy's toilet, Kendra was grateful that Sandy had waited to use the toilet instead of going on the elevator. She wasn't sure she could have explained how such a mess was created with any degree of believability, as she certainly wouldn't have bought such a story if she weren't witnessing such a monstrous peeing event for herself. "Wait, Sandy...you said that you hadn't peed in 'a while' on the elevator." Kendra's curiosity was overwhelming her. "Just exactly how long is a while for you?" "Uh, last night?" Sandy replied innocently, almost questioning herself on how she managed to hold her urine so long. Doreen's mouth fell open, but Kendra was there to ask the immediate question that formed in her mind. "And you said you drink about a liter or so of water every hour?" "Mmmm hmmm," Sandy nodded, "maybe half of that when I'm sleeping." Doreen was quick on the calculation, but quickly shook her head at the figure she came to. "No, it can't be possible...that would mean you've drank 20 liters of water in over 24 hours WITHOUT peeing." Yet Doreen knew from what she was hearing that it was indeed possible...unfathomable indeed, but her senses told her it was true. As if to accentuate the truth of the situation, Sandy bored down on her gigantic bladder, sending an ungodly powerful stream straight into the water below. "I'm sorry...what was that? You'll have to speak up," Sandy was smiling, her action understood by her stunned teammates, who suddenly broke out into a fit of laughter, causing Sandy to do the same, her pee stream shooting wildly into the bowl as her abdominal muscles broke their concentration of the task they began over eight minutes ago. "Whoa, calm down" Kendra said amidst her giggles. "If we want to leave here anytime soon, we had better let Sandy get back to work. With that, Sandy's stream built back up, and she leaned against the back of the toilet, sighing contently. Peeing out a full bladder felt so good, and she was blessed with the ability to experience this feeling for so much longer than other women. It almost didn't seem fair. After another minute, Sandy felt that she had finally reached her "slow-down" stage, which would last much longer and produce a stronger stream than most women were capable of when bursting, yet signaled that at least the end was within sight. "Not too much longer now," Sandy explained hopefully to her colleagues. "Ah, take your time girl," Kendra replied, eyeing her watch bug-eyed and not believing how many minutes they had spent in the bathroom. At long last, Sandy's unified pee stream faltered, and she dribbled for the next few seconds, coming to a final conclusion after peeing for 10 minutes, 34 seconds. Sandy reached for some toilet paper, and Kendra remarked "what, that's it?" "Yeah, Sandy...I thought you said you had to pee?" Doreen joined in, broad smiles forming over both their faces. "Ha ha, go ahead, make fun you guys!" Sandy good-naturedly replied, all too familiar with such comments from her family. As Sandy washed her hands, Kendra quipped from behind "Hey Sandy, you ever hear of those urine charged batteries?" "Uh-huh," Sandy replied uneasily, drying her hands and not sure where this joke at her expense was headed. "Well, I was thinking Bismarck could use some local power competition..." Kendra couldn't even finish her witty remark without cracking up, and was soon joined by Doreen. Even Sandy was amused by that one- she had to give Kendra props for originality, but that didn't stop Sandy from lightly punching her in the shoulder in mock protest. Leaving the confines of the restroom, the women were elated that the storm outside had slowed down some, enough to where they thought they could drive safely to their apartment complex. Entering the automobile, the women began their journey home, listening to the radio announcer's explanation about the jackass drunk who slid on the ice and slammed into the electrical lines, knocking out power to most of the city. Kendra had another thought. "Don't worry...if the roads are still bad, we'll just have Sandy pee from the hood and melt the snow as we go." More laughter ensued. Sandy sighed, thinking what a bunch of comedians she worked with, yet she was content, relieved in more ways than one. As she entered her apartment, Sandy was almost bombarded by Robert, who had been worried at her absence for the past few hours. "Oh, thank God you're ok. I was so worried...why are you so late?" Robert questioned. "Sorry, sweetie," Sandy replied, kissing Robert on the lips, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. "I had to pee." |
For those of you who follow my games this follows the main character of the third game of the Legacy of Gold series which has now entered development.
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Colors
I awaken to the smell of thoughtfully brewed tea, the savory aroma of charred meat and a familiar discomfort in my abdomen.
“Good morning, Master Skye!”
I open my eyes and am greeted by the pleasant sight of my hand maiden, Meiko. Her brilliant red hair contrasts so starkly with her pale skin and white dress that her appearance is almost artistic. Such a beautiful color of red has been the inspiration behind so many of my works.
I smile as I sit up and feel the discomfort grow. My eyes adjust to the light as I look around from the vantage of my futon. The wood of the house shines today in the morning sun.
“I think wood today, Meiko,” I divulge quietly as I stretch my back and arms, yawning quietly. My tail peeks out from under the covers as I do so and my smallclothes pull up a little high to be dignified, but I never need to worry about such things with her. My tall canine ears twitch as I crack my neck.
“Wood?” Meiko asks, tilting her head slightly. The sparkling white feathered wings extending from her back rustle a little in her confusion.
“To paint today. Look at the sun bloom on the maple there. The refractions create an almost geometric pattern don’t you think? Reds, golds, yellows. They evoke such elegant thoughts don’t they? Such a wonderful palette.” I sip my tea from the bedside table Meiko has brought me. As it goes down, I shift a little on the futon to relieve some of the pressure.
“Geometric…Um, sure!” While Meiko does not fully understand my work, she is always a source of encouragement and conversation. She stands and brushes herself off. “I’ll bring you your training garb while you eat!”
I smile as she walks away and enjoy the meal she has provided. As I do, my thoughts drift to a distant memory. A much younger me is sitting at my Master’s bedside, waiting for him to awaken. I shift uncomfortably, not because I am sitting properly in seiza as instructed, but because of the length of time I have been sitting. A worse pressure plagued me then, a nearly unbearable sting that bade me to run for the latrines. I was always to awaken before my master and attend to his needs before my own. Thankfully, he woke up before I needed to clean the mats.
As I return to my present, I shiver slightly as my current need worsens with the tea. This is one of my favorite moments. As someone who has honed their body and bent it to their command so many times, there is still one small piece of it that remains entirely outside my control. The poetry of this contrast inspires much of my work and training, a delightful reminder that while perfection is unachievable, the struggle against the inevitable makes life so worth living.
I close my eyes and revel in the desperate sensation. I can feel the pressure pushing for escape through a narrow, tired opening. The movement of the water as I shift and bend, flowing towards its inevitable release; I could get lost in this sensation for hours, if I had hours.
“I brought your clothes for you master!” Meiko has laid my training garments in front of my bed neatly while I daydreamed. She is always so careful to allow my imagination to flourish. A simple pair of grey hakama and my white gi emblazoned with my emblem; Meiko’s eye for subtle contrast has always remained subconscious to her. I stand and press my knees together for a moment, pausing to collect myself as the liquid inside me begs for release.
Meiko blushes a little as I squirm slightly. “W…will I be needing to wash your smallclothes this morning, Master?” She of course knows of my habits as my handmaiden. Meiko has, as ever, been a delight to confide in. Once I explained the allure of my habits over tea one morning, she understood perfectly. On occasion, she even indulges my art.
“We will see. Thank you for the meal.” I wince as I bend to pick up my clothes and head to the wash room. My body implores me to hurry and release the explosive tension, but I ignore the urges to rush or run, instead exploring the feelings of panic and fear that enter my mind. I nod to the other servants as I pass them, wondering to myself, “Will I make it? Or will I embarrass myself in front of them?” None would care. They understand the peculiarities of their master well enough and all are well treated and well paid.
My breath shortens and hastens as I walk down the hall. Just another few meters, my body tells itself and I feel my muscles begin to relax. My smile broadens as the panic fully sets in. I feel the water moving down. The tea from the night before, the water from my nightly training, the sake with my friends and the tea from this morning all weaving itself slowly, inevitably towards my opening. As I think of this, I feel the phantom of the wet relief that will come should I not make it. A lapse in concentration as I walk allows a single shining drop to escape and I tense as it does. My legs tremble as I approach the door. My hands shake as I open it.
Upon seeing the porcelain and its bright white sheen, my instincts go crazy. I feel my muscles give out and I gasp as a tiny amount of amber gold darkens my panties. My limbs and tail stiffen as I fight against the inevitable deluge. Two more spurts leave me before I regain command of my own body. I am sweating and panting as I take the last of my strength to lower my smallclothes and sit upon the toilet. I try to resist, try to stop, try to fight the tide as unstoppable as the ocean, but as always, I fail spectacularly. The sound of the liquid leaving me echoes through the room and reminds me of the heaviest rains. I sigh deeply in contentment, relishing in the rushing release. My body grinds and pushes against itself as I go, forging itself back into homeostasis. Finally, the experience wanes and I return to my senses. I look down between my knees at my small clothes, absently observing the beautiful contrast of the now-golden gusset against the stark white fabric. I smile brightly, freshly inspired.
“What a beautiful color.”
Thanks to the following for helping with editing and proofing:
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Kyanna got a call from her yoga instructor and friend Beli to come over to her house for a fun activity and to make sure to come with a full bladder for some "extra challenge". Kyanna did not like the idea of having to hold her pee without being able to use her hands or legs but she figured she could manage. She finished the rest of her water, refilled her,and got in her car.
As Kyanna pulled into the driveway she could her bladder starting to fill. When she stood up she squirmed a bit before she closed her door and went to ring the doorbell.
"Hey sister how you doing?", Kyanna asked in an excited tone.
"I am doing great. I have already set up the yoga mats so we can get started immediately" Beli said with an equally excited tone
Kyanna and Beli walk into the living room and sit on the mats. They decided to start small and just do some push ups ad push ups to get the blood flowing. They then did some yoga positions as Beli was there to remind her to stay hydrated. After an hour of working out both of the women were bursting.
"Beli i don't think i can do any more stretches without peeing myself" Kyanna moaned.
"Yeah you said it. I honestly can't believe we have been able to do this without a single leak. Anyway here comes the fun part" Beli said a grin. "Now come over here please" Beli said as she sat on the couch and took off her yoga pants revealing her
"Beli why are you taking off your pants?" Kyanna as she now stood in front of Beli.
"I am just getting comfortable. Now let me take off your for you. You seem struggling a bit more." Beli said as she moved her hands onto the edge Kyanna's pants. Kyanna only let out a nod and moan as a response. Beli then slid down the pants to show her yellow panties. Beli then placed her hand on kyanna's bladder. "Wow you are really full" Beli said in amazement. She suddenly got a wicked smile and poked Kyanna's bladder.
A moan was all kyanna could get out as she quickly pressed her hands against her pussy. "Beli please don't do that. I almost leaked", Kyanna exclaimed.
"I am sorry Kyanna i just could not resist. Now get on the couch before gravity subdues you" Beli said. Kyanna then slowly took her seat next to Beli. "How you holding up?" Beli asked
"Now that i am sitting i don't think i will leak in a while but the spasms are getting more frequent. How are you doing?" Kyanna asked who was now starting to admire Beli's body as she rarely her in such little clothing.
"I don't think i will leak in a while like you so we should be fine for awhile, and don't think i don't see you looking at me. I think we should get naked now and admire each other's bodies,and once we start feeling e might leak soon we can just back on our panties and bra. Sound good?" Beli questioned hoping Kyanna would say yes.
"I like that idea. But will be ale to put our clothes without leaking if we can't use our hands?" Kyanna asked not wanting to lose one of her motivations to not pee herself.
"Don't worry if you can't put on your clothes by yourself I can get on the floor and put them on and you'll help back on the couch, and of course you can do the same for me." Beli said with confidence.
"Ok it sounds risky but we should be able pull it off if worse comes to worse. Ok now that we got that figured I want to see you naked." Kyanna said as she swiftly removed her bra and panty with Beli swiftly followed.
"Wow you have an amazing body. Your slim hips, Your firm breasts, and nice ass" Beli said who is now thoroughly examining Kyanna who is doing the same back.
"You too. I would masturbate right now, but that wouldn't do much good to my bladder." Kyanna said as she did an over exaggerated sigh. "But I do something better I could do." Kyanna then suddenly put her right arm over Beli's should and then groped her breast.
"Oh Kyanna you think you can get away with that" Beli then used the same technique as Kyanna and now had control of Kyanna's left breast. Then she started to repeately rup her pinger over kyannas erect nipple.
Kyanna let out a soft moan and then she put he left hand over her pussy. "Oh god my nipple is so sensitive." Beli then stopped rubbing kyanna's nipple but still had a firm grasp on her tit. "Don't worry I won't leak. I am just putting my hand there to be sure. Now come on lets get back to it" As Kyanna said this she gently pinched Beli's nipple which cause to moan in a high-pitched voice.
"Oh don't think your so slick" Beli then resumed to rubbing and now occasionally gently pinching her nipple. Then continued this for about a minute.
"Ok I think we should stop and get our panties on" Kyanna then reached for panties.
"What about our bras?" Beli questioned as to why Kyanna would want to deviate from.
"Well I want to see my work" Kyanna said as she leaned next to Beli's left breast. She then sucked on it for 2 seconds. "Don't you?" Kyanna asked.
"Definitely" was Beli said in response. Kyanna tried to put on her panty but couldn't as she wasn't able to put them on while sitting without stretching her legs or leaning. Beli had the same problem.
"Looks we'll have to try that plan" Kyanna said nervously. "I'll go first as i don't know if I'll be able to do the plan if i don't do it quickly" Kyanna explained.
"Alright good luck" Beli said as she looked with worried eyes at Kyanna.
Kyanna first looked backwards towards the couch. Then she slowly lowered her body to a crawling position on the floor and got the Beli's panties from the sofa. "Ok raise your feet so I can put your feet through the holes" Beli did as comandedand Kyanna slowly started moving the panties up her legs. As the panties was right on her thigh Kyanna gave a quick kiss on Beli's womanhood and then moved the panties up the rest of the way. Kyanna then crawled to where she was first sitting. Kyanna then quickly stood with her hands as pressed as they good against her pussy and she quickly sat back down. " Oh god that was so hard. I almost leaked when i stood up"Kyanna exclaimed.
"Well its time to get your panties on" Beli said as she moved to the ground. Beli did the same technique as Kyanna included the kiss and then got back on the couch. "Ok we both got our panties on, but Kyanna are you sure your fine. Your legs were shaking when i put on your panties" Beli asked worried about the state of her friend's bladder.
"I am getting close to leaking Beli. I think I might start having to use my hands pretty soon. Are you doing any better?" Kyanna asked followed by a light moan.
"I am still awhile from a leak. I am going to go get something to help us out a bit. Be right back hunny." Beli then rose from the couch and immediately buried her hands in her crouch as ran to kitchen. Kyanna could Beli moan as she got something. Beli then came rushing back into the living room with small paper cups. "Here we go. Now you can pee into one now so we are more equal." Beli explained
"I don't know if I can do this. If I start peeing I don't think I'll be able to stop it without my hands.." Kyanna said as she was now shifting on the couch.
"Don't worry if you can't stop the leak just tell me and I'll use my hand to hold back the flow." Beli said as she moved her left hand to Kyanna thigh.
"Ok thanks Beli." Kyanna then moved her panties downward to her knee cap. She took one of the cups and put it close to her pussy. "You ready Beli?" Kyanna asked with a strained expression on her face.
"Yeah I am. Make sure to pee as slowly as you can." Beli advised. Kyanna then went into a more relaxed position on the couch. Beli then saw as a stream went into a cup. When the cup was near full the stream did not stop and in fact picked up speed.
"Oh god Beli I can't stop" Kyanna screamed. Beli acted quickly and moved her hand right in front of Kyanna's pussy. Her hand got soaked but the stream immediately died down. "Thank Beli. I think I will be fine for a while now" As Beli moved her hand away Kyanna brought it back to her pussy. "Hey I never said took your hand away" Kyanna moved her hand into Beli's panties.
"Kyanna what are you doing? You want me to leak early" Beli yelped as Kyanna made circular motions on Beli's inner labia.
"If I have to deal with damp panties so do you" Kyanna said as she pointed to the baseball sized mark on her panties." I am just making it even. Don't worry you won't have to deal with this for long your pussy seems to be to making ample juice"Kyanna explained as she now moved her fingers to the side of Beli's clit. Beli moaned as Kyanna saw her juices stick to the panties. "Wow Beli your panties are way more damp than mine can rub me a bit" Kyanna exclaimed astonished as the entire front of Beli's panties were damp.
"Yeah I can, but it was so hard to hold when you were rubbing me"Beli explained as she put he hand inside of Kyanna's panties and started circling her finger to the side of Kyanna's clit.
"Wow I see what you mean" Kyanna said which was followed by a moan. It took 15 seconds to get the rest of Kyanna's panties wet.
"Well someone is horny." Beli said as instead of removing her hand she moved her fingers to Kyanna's clit and started moving in a circular motion.
"Beli please stop it is getting hard to hold." Kyanna pleaded as she was moaning, and removed
"Ok Kyanna its clear you can't handle, but we can do something else" Beli said as she got up. She then ran into the kitchen and came back up with a cup of ice. Beli then got in a kneeling position and got rid of Kyanna's panties.
"Beli what are you doing?" Kyanna asked with a worried expression.
"I am just seeing how well you can hold" Beli said as she removed Kyanna's panties and took out an ice cube from cup. She put the ice cube on Kyanna's bladder which caused her moan.
"Beli I don't know if I can hold it for much longer", Kyanna said.
"Come on Kyanna you had to have a big bladder to hold it this long you can deal with the ice" She then slowly moved the ice cube right on Kyanna's clit. Kyanna was now squirming and squeezing her legs together. Beli then got a second ice cube on her second hand and gently rubbing it on her nipple.
"This feels so good and bad at the same time. I want to orgasm so bad but I if I do I'll leak. Please stop." Kyanna said with a sigh.
"Alright I am having trouble holding too anyway." Then with a groan Beli got up back on the couch. So how you doing?" Beli asked.
"I am going to have to use my hands soon and these damp panties make it so much harder" Kyanna complained now having to bring her legs together tightly to hold back the flood.
"Yeah I will have to use hands soon too. Anything you want to do before then?" Beli asked as she was out of ideas
"Well there is one thing i want to do" and with that Kyanna moved her hands behind Beli's head and shoulder kissed her passionately and BEli soon kissed back. Kyanna then withdrew from Beli's mouth and went to sucking Beli's erect nipple. Beli moaned loudly in response had to put her hands in her panties just to stop a leak caused from her shock. Kyanna then stopped sucking and gave Beli a quick peck before going back to her original position.
"Ok Kyanna I am going to piss myself if I let go and you turning me on isn't helping" Beli said.
"Well then you won't like this idea. How about we hold for each other. Its like a trust fall" Kyanna explained and then she went right next to Beli so their bodies touched.
"Ok sounds like a plan. Please put your hands quickly or I'll leak" Beli begged not wanting to be the first to leak.
"Don't worry I will. Now remove your hands" Kyanna commanded. Beli did as told and immediately let out a loud moan, but like Kyanna promised her hand now had a tight grip on her pussy and any fear of leaking was gone for now. Beli did the same as Kyanna but not before a quick pinch on Kyanna's nipple.
"Its hard to resist touching you right now" Beli said. Kyanna then loosened her push Beli's peehole.
"Does this make it easier to resist?" Kyanna asked in a seductive tone.
"Yes please push harder or I am going to pee" Beli pleaded. Kyanna did as asked and resumed her hard push against Beli's pee hole. Kyanna then used her free hand to touch Beli's bladder.
"Wow our bladder have gotten so big" Kyanna stated. She then put a little bit pressure on her bladder which caused Beli to squirm a lot and make a high pitched moan. "Wow even the slightest pressure and you can barely hold it. Lets put these hands somewhere else then" Kyanna states as she takes her free hand from Beli's Bladder to her nipple started pinching and pulling it.
"Your going to have to push my peehole harder than that if you want to do that" Beli as she constantly moaned from her sensitive nipples. Kyanna pushed as hard she could.
"Is that good?" Kyanna asked not wanting to be the reason Beli leaks.
"Yeah now keep going darling" Beli said which was immediately followed by moans. Kyanna then leaned and started to suck Beli's breast. After 15 seconds Beli's bladder went into a spasm and Kyanna had to stop.
"Kyanna its getting so hard, I think we should our own hands now", Beli said as both of the girls were not visibly struggling.
"Yeah lets switch on the count of 3. 1...2..3" As Kyanna said this they both pulled their hands out replaced it with their free hands.
"That feels much better. You know you don't have to be so close anymore" Beli noted.
"Well we if we want to warm up to dry these panties we got to so really close honey" Kyanna said as she put her free hand to wrap around Beli's hip and pulled her towards her. She then ran her finger over Beli's panties. "And they are really damp so its going to take awhile so you better not make them more wet ok" Kyanna commanded.
"I'm trying as hard as I can Kyanna,but thankfully our panties seem to be less damp" Beli said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
"Yeah thats good and all,but these spasms are getting really bad" Kyanna then all of sudden yelped as she put he free hand in her panties and squirmed for a few seconds. "Oh god I almost leaked. Beli you doing any better?" Kyanna asked hoping she would not be the first to pee.
"No,I am about to leak too. Any ideas on how to last longer?" Beli asked knowing that they won't be able to pee slow enough for the cup idea.
"Well there one thing we can try. Instead putting pressure on our pussies with our hands we can use each others bodies. Now let us get on the floor" Kyanna commanded and they were now sitting on the floor across from each other. "Now I'll sit on your left leg and you can push your pussy into my right thigh. Also lets get rid of these panties they are not helping much"Kyanna said as she took off hers and Beli's as she couldn't. Then Kyanna sat on Beli's pussy and put her right leg under Beli's right leg. Beli then pushed her pussy into Kyanna's leg as hard as possible. They then both put their hands around the other's hips to create as much pressure as possible.
"Wow Kyanna I did not know you wanted to cuddle so much" Beli said with a giggle.
"Who wouldn't want to cuddle with you and your perky breasts" Kyanna then she placed her hands on both of Beli's breasts "And they are firm too" Kyanna examined.
"Oh Kyanna you flatter me. Even letting me use your sexy body to hold my pee" Beli said pushing her pussy even harder to prove her point.
"Yeah if it wasn't for you I would pee myself. Though I hoped you're ready to get pissed on because I am about to burst" Kyanna said and she moaned quickly after and pushed her body harder into Beli. Beli pushed back to create more pressure on Kyanna's pussy. "Thanks now let me help you back" Kyanna said as she pushed her left thigh into Beli's wet pussy.
"Thanks hun I can last longer now. Hows your situation going?" Beli asked hoping her help is working.
"Its going better thanks to you. We should be about equal. I think at this point even if I wanted to I would not be able to get the bathroom in time" Kyanna said.
"Well if you went to the bathroom I would not be able to see you squirm" Beli said with a grin. "So are you having a fun time?" Beli asked hoping she was not wasting Kyanna's time.
"Surprisingly I am. I never knew I could hold for such a long time " Kyanna states as she has almost never had to hold a full bladder before.
"I have to hel like this before. I was on a road trip whe-" Beli was telling but was cut off by Kyanna's moans.
"Can we talk about this story later I don't think handle listening to it sorry" Kyanna stated.
"Its ok I should be the one apologizing" Beli said.
"Its fine just focus on holding your pee" Kyanna commanded both girls moaning at the mentioning of pee. "Beli I don't think I can hold it much harder" Kyanna cried with a strained expression on her face.
"Yeah me too. Once you start peeing over my body I don't think I can handle that" Beli cried with a similar strained expression stamped on her face.
"I did not even think of that. I'll try to hold for as long as I can " Kyanna stated not wanting to cause Beli to leak.
"I know you are trying your best and so am I. So when either of us leak should we jump off the person so they don't get pissed on or should stay together so the person leaking can try to stop it and the other person still gets pressure?" Beli asked knowing they don't have much time to answer.
"I like the latter option. We can't hold it without each other's thighs but we might be able to hold with the other peeing" Kyanna commented.
"Ok that makes sense" Beli added. Beli pulled Kyanna closed to her body and then Kyanna felt it a hot jet of pee. Kyanna pushed her thigh into Beli into Beli as hard as possible. Beli stopped peeing after about 3 seconds.
"I barely stopped that. You doing good with the pee on your leg?" Beli asked disappointed in herself how she was the first to pee.
"Its making a lot hard than I thought I would" Kyanna commented. She then started rubbing her pussy back and fourth on Beli for a few seconds. "Oh sorry I just had a really bad spasm. Hey don't feel bad I am about to piss myself too" Kyanna said.
"Thanks and feel free to use my body however you want to hold your pee" Beli said as she started moaning loudly again. "I c-can't hold it anymore" Was Beli as she released a jet of pee. She stopped it shortly however another spurt came out which lasted a second for a split second which. Kyanna was unable to control her bladder for a split second and ejected a small amount of urine. This however combined with the small puddle under Beli was enough to make leak again. She released her pee this time for 5 seconds before briefely stopping. She tried to close her pee hole but was unable too and the flood gates opened as Beli peed herself for about 10 seconds as she moaned the entire way through from the relief. This created a massive puddle under both Beli and Kyanna but Kyanna was miraculously holding on. "That felt so good", Beli said with a huge grin on her face.
"Hey Beli open your eyes I am about to pee myself and I am sure you want to see" Kyanna said with a small grin on her face.
"Of course but if I want to see it all I will need to remove my thigh" Beli stated. Kyanna furiously shook her head but Beli withdrew her legs anyway. Kyanna's ass now made contact with the puddle and this was too much for her as her pee hole opened. She released pee for about 5 seconds before stopping it. That did not last long though as like Beli she could not close her pee hole fully and started to pee again. She could do nothing to stop the onslaught of pee coming out of her other than moaning. She stopped after a staggering 14 seconds.
"Wow Kyanna you have such an incredible bladder. You won't be so lucky net time though" Beli said.
"We will see. How about next time we can do this in the bedroom for some more intimate warm up exercises" Kyanna suggested with a wink.
"Definitely, but speaking of the bathroom we need to clean up" Beli said as she used her fingers to indicate to come to her.
"Coming" Was all Kyanna said as she got in the shower. |
Preamble: I know some of you are waiting for me to complete the final chapter of Desperate Demon, and I will. But that's a story that requires me to finish up several emotional character arcs, tie together several disparate plot threads, and generally do work. So I will do that, hopefully soon, but in the meantime I was suddenly inspired to write something a little bit smuttier, and seasonally appropriate.
This story's background is the absurdly complex and ostentatious celebration of finishing high school that Norwegian graduates-to-be stage each May. It's called russ, and you can google it if you're not familiar with the concept as I'm not about to dump a wall of text explaining all the traditions and rituals associated with it, since they are many and elaborate. I think the important bits are for the most part woven into the story below. This is a fictional story, but the particular dare/challenge described is real, and used to be a staple, at least it was when I graduated high school nine years ago. Don't know if people are still doing it since there are so few phone booths left.Usually I don't do visual aids, because I'm terrible at drawing and I don't want my perverted fantasies to be connected to other people's pictures against their knowledge. But I'm gonna make an exception this time since it's kinda important for the story. Here is a picture of the overalls prominently featured in this story, which are worn for seventeen days straight:
Spoiler
This is a promotional picture from a company that sells these overalls (russ equipment is an entire industry in Norway). The person depicted has nothing whatsoever to do with the purely fictional story to follow. Onwards with the story!
The Phone Booth
The rules of the challenge were simple: drink a case of beer or cider inside a phone booth. You’re not allowed to leave the booth until the case is empty. It was a group challenge, but the number of participants was severely limited by the available space inside the booth. Three was already close to a game of Twister. Katrine wasn’t old enough to remember a time when phone booths were actually functional, but as she carried the case in alongside her two friends, she felt absurdly nostalgic for a time she hadn’t even experienced. She’d owned a cellphone since she was in first grade. Now the only phone booth in town, long since out of date and nonfunctional, was scheduled to be torn down. Next year’s crop of high school graduates would have to invent their own variation on the classic “consume a lot of alcohol in a very restricted space” theme.
“Right, let’s get on with it, girls,” said Emma. She was tall, absurdly blonde, and the most boisterous and outgoing of their little trio. She bent down and Katrine felt Emma’s breasts brush against her leg as she fished out three cans of cider. Thankfully it was an overcast day, neither too hot nor too cold, but Katrine could already feel a droplet of sweat trail down the back of her neck.
“Cheers!” She touched her can to the other girls’ cans, then opened it and took a long sip. Emma continued drinking until she’d drained her can.
“I’m not chugging, if that’s your idea,” said Anne, the third member of the trio. She had long, brown hair and wore glasses, which complimented her face nicely. Emma had suggested Anne should go for the “sexy librarian” look for Halloween, and Anne had rolled her eyes, laughed, and said, “You mean, show up in my regular clothes?”
“Well, just drink quickly, get on with it and don’t be a spoilsport,” Emma said.
“What’s the hurry?” Katrine asked. “There’s no time limit on this thing.”
Emma blushed, a rare sight. She was capable of laughing off anything and appeared not to know the meaning of the word embarrassment. “It’s, uh, nothing,” she said, too quickly.
“Spit it out,” Anne said.
“I just realized I should have gone for a piss before we started,” Emma said. “It’s not a big deal, let’s just not drag it on longer than necessary.”
Katrine felt a small sympathetic twinge in her own bladder. When was the last time she’d peed? Not too long ago, she figured: about two hours. But if each of the girls shared the cider equally, they had around two and a half liters of alcoholic, diuretic beverages to consume. She did not have room for two liters in her bladder. “Shit,” she said. “I didn’t even think of that.”
“This challenge has been a staple since forever,” Anne said with a grin. “I betcha there’s more than one girl who’s pissed herself in here.”
Katrine’s eyes fell down to her crotch, then down her red overalls, the legs decorated with stickers and friendly or lewd messages scrawled in black sharpie. It’s not like she was in any danger yet, but she could absolutely not piss these pants. Not that peeing your pants at age eighteen wasn’t a disaster any which way you looked at it, but these particular pants would be extra-specially bad to wet. She had to wear them every day for the next two weeks—and if she washed them, she’d be breaking an unwritten rule and it would be obvious and people would ask her why…
“Let’s talk about something else,” Emma said. “Anything else, literally.” Katrine finished her can and bumped her head into Anne’s knee as she bent down to get another can.
“Ow!”
“Don’t put your forehead in a space my knee has dibs on, you doofus!” Anne said. Katrine blushed. She’d never admit it to anyone, but she might have a minor crush on her petite, bespectacled friend. Well, she got more flustered and tingly whenever she embarrassed herself in Anne’s presence, anyway.
“Take this and stuff your face with it,” she said, handing over a can and trying to paper over her embarrassment with aggression. Anne laughed as she accepted. She had a contagious laughter that would brighten anyone’s day—at least it brightened Katrine’s. Soon they were all laughing, and then Emma bent over, crossing her legs and bumping into Emma, who fell onto Katrine, her hair tickling under her nose. It smelled nice, but this wasn’t the time nor the place for that. Would there ever be?
“Careful,” Anne said as she steadied herself and disentangled from Katrine.
“Fuck, but I gotta piss,” Emma said. “Don’t make me laugh if you don’t want to stand in a puddle for the next two hours.”
“Is it really bad already?” Katrine asked, concerned.
“It’s not, like, total crisis yet,” Emma replied. “But it’s getting there. Fuck me, it’s been a while since I went.”
“Psshh!” Anne said, elbowing her friend in the side accidentally on purpose.
“Stop it! I’m serious.”
“Sorry.”
They drank in silence for a while. The atmosphere was stifling: it was too hot, they were packed too close, at least two of them were worried about springing a leak before they were done, and the alcohol buzz hadn’t kicked in yet. By the time they finished their third cans, however, Katrine could feel some of the tension leave her shoulders. She spotted a duck waddling across the parking lot outside the booth—what was it doing here—and before she knew it, she was giggling. “Look at that thing,” she said, pointing.
“You think he’s on his way to meet Dolly?” Anne asked.
“That thing looks more like a Goofy motherfucker to me,” Emma replied. She had taken to standing with her legs permanently crossed, but otherwise seemed fine.
“How can you even tell it’s a he?” Katrine asked.
“Don’t assume its gender, it’s 2019, jeeze,” Anne said, giggling.
Emma doubled over, laughing. Soon she had to grab her crotch with her free hand, still bent over laughing, and then she began gasping for breath. “Stop, stop, I said don’t make me laugh, hahaha,” she said, “Hahah—fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Her cheeks blossomed red as she grabbed herself furiously, before she finally managed to get the giggles under control. “Fuck, I think a little bit came out.”
“Did you just piss yourself?” Anne asked.
“No. It was just, like, one drop. Don’t tell me you’ve never laughed so hard a little bit came out.”
“I haven’t,” Anne said, grinning.
Katrine blushed.
“What about you?” Emma demanded.
“Uh, maybe one drop, once or twice,” she had to admit. Why did she have to make her say it in front of her crush? She could feel her bladder filling up—it was getting to the point where she’d definitely excuse herself to find a restroom if she could. But then she noticed that Anne seemed to be looking at her, biting her lip, a glint in her eye that hadn’t been there before. Was she… enjoying this? Or was it just wishful thinking?
“Let’s get it over with, girls,” Emma said. She bent down to retrieve another can, but then she had to stop and squeeze herself. “Uh, a little help here?”
Anne giggled again, bent down and handed her a can. Then she grabbed Emma’s hand, the one she was trying to hold herself with, and hoisted her friend back up to her feet. Emma blushed, and Katrine could see a shiver run through her abdomen as her friend struggled to maintain control. Emma opened the can and set to downing it in one go, only briefly pausing to draw a breath of air before diving back into drowning her sorrows in lukewarm cider. When she was done, she leaned back on the wall, rubbing her abdomen, which was visibly distended. “Fuck me,” she said, moaning. “Fuck, fuck, fuckity-cuntfucking fuck...”
“My my, she’s got a dirty mouth,” Anne said.
“Don’t you have to go even a little bit?” Emma asked. “Or are you just gonna stand there and be smug the whole time?”
“I’m fine,” Anne replied cheerfully.
Katrine was now subtly squirming. The alcohol was catching up with her, and she officially had to pee. Not as bad as her friend, but it was definitely not comfortable.
They sipped in silence again, and soon they were halfway through the case—the easy half. From now on, they’d be fuller and drunker for every can, and the once pleasant sweetness of the cider now felt cloying and icky in Katrine’s mouth. Why not beer? Sure, the first can or two might be a bit bitter for her taste, but after that her taste buds would be numb, and now it felt like she was drinking alcoholic sugar water. She got the sinking feeling that this had been a bad idea, but she couldn’t back out now—couldn’t let her friends down and invalidate the challenge.
“I can’t hold it much longer,” Emma said, and to Katrine’s surprise, her friend’s eyes were moist. “I really can’t. I gotta let it out.”
“Don’t piss on the floor!” Anne said.
“I guess I could sort of hover out the door,” Emma said. “Then I’d technically be inside the booth, but the piss would go outside.”
“You can’t do that, we’re in public!” Katrine said.
“Well I can’t piss my pants either,” Emma said.
“There’s literally no one but us around,” Anne said.
“Fuck it, I’m gonna do it. I can’t last five more minutes,” Emma said. She was shaking all over, desperately clutching at herself with her free hand. It really looked like she was on the verge of an accident. “Hold my cider.” She handed the can over to Anne, who seemed a bit too eager to accept. Then she set about lowering her overalls, shuffling over towards the open door and swinging her butt around all the while. Once she had her pants down to her ankles, Katrine could see a wet spot nearly the size of a hand on her friend’s green panties. “No, no!” Emma said, and although she couldn’t quite see it, Katrine could hear the dam bursting, urine beginning to hiss through her friend’s underwear before she got her panties all the way down. Katrine respectfully averted her eyes, although not before catching a glimpse between her friend’s legs, yellow droplets glistening on her skin. But she wasn’t into girls, like that. Well, maybe with the exception of one particular girl. She couldn’t see anything from this angle, but she could hear her friend’s pee spatter on the concrete, and it wasn’t helping her own bladder.
What she could see, however, was Anne’s face, a rapturous look and eyes very clearly focused between her friend’s legs.
“Eyes up here,” Katrine said, giggling despite herself.
Anne quickly refocused her gaze on Katrine, blushing. “I, I wasn’t...”
Emboldened by drink, Katrine leaned in and whispered conspiratorially: “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Her friend blushed. “I’m not, it’s not what you think...” Emma seemed to be zoned out in bliss, still relieving herself, her mind far away. It was like the two of them were alone, pressed too close for comfort—perfectly close, not close enough.
“It’s okay, you can tell me,” Katrine purred. What am I doing? A voice in the back of her head said, but still, she leaned in closer until her lips were almost kissing Emma’s earlobe. “You can admit that you like it.”
“It’s...” Anne struggled to find her words. “Is it that obvious?”
“Uh-hmm,” she purred.
“This is, uh, awkward,” Anne said.
“I really need to pee as well,” Katrine said, squirming a bit for emphasis. She was making a show of it, but the show wasn’t far off from reality. Her bladder throbbed, her muscles were clenching, her legs were crossed and that bit was not for show.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Anne said.
“Maybe that’s exactly what I’m going for,” she whispered, blushing.
“What are you two whispering about?” Emma said. She’d finally emptied herself and was in the process of hoisting up her overalls. There was a massive puddle right outside the door to the booth, a trail leading several meters away across the concrete, but nothing had hit the inside of the booth. A little bit had splashed onto the back of her legs, and there was a damp patch about the size of a coin between her legs.
“Nothing,” Anne said, taking a deliberate step away from Katrine.
“That was five seconds away from total disaster,” Emma said. “You two better keep your mouths shut about this.”
“Looks like you had a minor disaster anyway,” Anne said, gesturing towards her friend’s wet crotch. Emma blushed.
“I’m gonna have to insist on swearing you two to absolute secrecy,” Emma said. She was still red-faced, and Katrine could see a wet trail down one of her cheeks where she must have shed a tear. It was odd, seeing her confident friend look so vulnerable. All her usual bluster was gone, she was blushing and breathing heavy, and she held her hand “casually” in front of her lap to hide the evidence of her little accident.
“You’re so cute when you blush,” Anne said. “Shame you don’t do it more often.”
“Oh fuck off,” Emma said, but by now she seemed to have regained her composure. Then she noticed Katrine’s crossed legs, the hand clutching at the spot where they met. “You doing okay there, Kat?” She asked.
“I might have to do what you did soon,” she admitted. She could admit it now, knowing that her crush was likely enjoying this more than was strictly necessary. “But I don’t know if I can bring myself to pee in public.”
“You better not pee on me,” Anne said, although the look in her eyes said she might not mind all that much. Why did I have to fall in love with a pervert? Katrine thought. Wait, it’s just an innocent crush, not love. Right? Right.
“We better get drinking, then,” Emma said. Now that she was empty, she had no trouble bending down to retrieve three fresh cans. Katrine had to force herself to finish the half-empty can in her hand.
Soon they were down to two cans each left. A pleasant buzz had settled over them, but for Katrine it was marred by a steady pulsing from her bladder, standing on shaky legs and trying not to think of waterfalls as the two other girls gossiped.
At one point, she had to bend over and furiously grab herself as she felt a trickle threaten to escape her. She was on the brink. And just then, she heard a bike screech to a halt outside. She looked up to see a little kid, maybe eight years old, eyes wide as he took in their red, highly decorated overalls. Of course a snooty little card-collector would show up when she was fighting a losing battle against her bladder.
“Can I have your cards?” The boy said, eyes wide, as if he were a supplicant in a church. Which, to be fair, was the exact same look that would have been plastered on her own face when she was that age and encountered a graduating high schooler in full uniform. It was one of the many rituals and traditions that make up the traditional Norwegian russ celebration for graduating high schoolers, alongside the distinctive overalls and the public dares. Each of them carried a fat stack of faux business cards, professionally printed, with a picture, a scattering of in-jokes aimed at their friends and frequently a lewd joke that was sure to go over the heads of the little kids who collected them.
“Sure,” Emma said, flashing the boy an innocent smile—her joke was more risque than the other girls had dared—and reached into her pocket to retrieve a card. Anne did the same, suppressing a giggle when she noticed the boy had planted his sneakers in the middle of Emma’s pee puddle, seemingly oblivious. Katrine had to let go of her crotch both to preserve her modesty and to retrieve a card from her pocket, but as she did she felt a little bit of urine leak out into her panties. Fuck fuck fuck. She quickly handed over the card to the little boy and placed her hand back where it belonged, desperately clutching her privates through her overalls, as soon as he’d mounted his bike and turned away with a smile and a “thanks!”
“You okay?” Anne whispered as soon as the boy was out of earshot.
“No, I’m not,” she had to admit. “I just leaked a little when I grabbed the card.”
“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Emma said. “Soon as that little shit is out of sight, you do what I did.”
“I… I can’t,” Katrine said. “I just can’t. It’s too public. What if someone sees me?”
But then, before she could formulate another objection, her bladder seized up, and a massive wave of pressure threatened to overwhelm her defenses. Katrine sank into a crouch, desperately grabbing at herself with both hands, letting her nearly empty can of cider clunk fall to the floor. She managed to regain control, but not before a three-second spurt wet her underwear, shooting out with such force it instantly soaked through her overalls, forming a wet spot between her legs, joined by a thin dark trickle down the inside of her thigh, halfway down to her knee.
“I changed my mind!” She yelled, shoving her friends aside and swinging herself around, quickly undoing her overalls. Her bladder seemed to make the assumption that partial undressing was a signal to release, and she felt herself burst so fast she couldn’t properly aim or lower her panties, settling for holding onto the frame of the door with one hand, yanking her panties aside with the other. They were already soaked, but at least she managed to direct most of the stream out the side, hovering her butt out of the booth and spraying the concrete so hard she could feel the recoil spatter against the back of her legs. For a moment, she closed her eyes, lost in the bliss of release, but before she was done, she opened them. Emma had averted her eyes, pretending the phone handle was made of an absolutely fascinating material or texture, but Anne had not. She was looking straight between Katrine’s legs, right at the wet pink material and the bit of skin that wasn’t obscured by Katrine’s bent-over, butt-in-the-air posture. Katrine looked down at herself peeing, noted the little fuzz of blonde hair that was visible, the wetness that was glistening on her skin, and then she looked up into her crush’s eyes and winked. I can’t believe I did that, she thought, and then she couldn’t help but giggle.
Finally, she was done. She had nothing to dry herself off with, so she had to settle for pulling up her wet underwear, then hoisting up the overalls. There was a wet spot between her legs the size of a baseball, a small trickle down her inner thigh, and her calves were spattered with droplets, but overall, it could have been so much worse. She noted that the droplets she could see were colorless and hoped there wouldn’t be too much of a smell when her overalls dried—her kidneys must be working overtime. Probably the alcohol working.
Still breathing hard, she rose from her squat, taking a second to admire her handiwork—the pee puddle outside the door had now doubled in size. That must have been a whole liter, more than she’d ever pissed in her life. A mixture of emotions played on Katrine’s face: relief, embarrassment, and what the fuck maybe even a hint of arousal, thinking of the way Anne had been looking at her.
“This is so embarrassing,” she managed, finally.
“Hey, you’re not alone,” Emma said, and leaned over to give her a hug. Anne joined in, and then they were standing there, drunk, hugging, and then one of them began to laugh, and soon all of them were doubled over, gasping for breath.
After that, they finished up the case fairly quickly. Katrine thought she saw Anne began to squirm subtly towards the end, but her friend put on a brave face and refused to acknowledge any urgency.
“I’m gonna catch the bus,” Emma said when they finally stepped out of the booth, all of them unsteady on their feet, sweat pooling on their brows. The late afternoon sun had decided to break through the clouds and grace them with their presence—it was a beautiful day, now. “I’ll take the empty case, let it not be said we’re littering and killing the environment or whatever. See you at the party tomorrow?” They both nodded. “Okay, then. You two have fun!” And she gave them a wink and a smile as she walked off, carrying the case full of empty cans.
Had she noticed the way her two friends were looking at one another? I thought I was being sly!
When Emma was out of sight, Anne gave her a shy look, extending her hand tentatively. Katrine seized the opportunity and grabbed it.
“I gotta piss like a racehorse”, Anne confessed. “Let’s hurry to the park and find a secluded spot before I explode.”
They half-walked, half-stumbled towards the nearest park, not entirely steady on their feet. The clammy feeling of her friend’s hand in hers made up for anything else that had happened today.
They found the park and began looking for a spot that wouldn’t be visible to passersby—not that there were many people out right now, since the day had started windy and cold and had not turned hot and pleasant until just now. There weren’t any public restrooms in the park, but there was a small thicket of trees and bushes, and Anne began power walking in that direction, dragging her friend along. They ran straight through a bush and behind a couple of thick, dense trees—an early spring had made the leaves into a nice shelter from prying eyes—before Anne released Katrine’s hand. Then she began fumbling with her overalls. “Help me, quick!” She said, a hand stuck in her crotch.
Katrine tentatively took hold of her friend’s overalls, began lowering them as Anne struggled to hold on. She could see now that Anne’s bladder was bulging out, fit to burst. When the overalls were down to her knees, Anne squatted down, steadying herself on a tree trunk, and then her bladder burst: she began peeing forcefully, uncontrollably, straight through her panties. They were white and very soon they were see-through: Katrine could see her crush’s labia, longed to touch—no, bad girl, no!—but even in this drunken state, she managed to restrain herself.
It went on for over a minute, and although her overalls were spotless, aside from a little splatter around her ankles, the panties had nary a dry spot on them. Anne stepped out of her puddle, shaking her butt to disperse some droplets, and then she proceeded to remove her shoes and then lower her overalls to her ankles.
“What are you doing?” Katrine asked, eyes darting around to confirm that they were indeed completely shielded from view—unless someone stood in a very specific spot on the hill above them and looked straight down, and the spot appeared to be mercifully empty.
“If I put on my overalls with these panties on, they’ll get wet,” Anne said, as if what she was about to do were entirely logical, practical, and ordinary. But it wasn’t. Soon she had her overalls off in a pile to the side, standing there only in see-through, soaking panties, and then she lowered those, too, stepped out of them and squeezed them out. A little waterfall splattered between her socks. Now she stood there, nude from the waist down, holding a very wet pair of panties, apparently with not a care in the world. A grin spread across her face, and she spread her legs a bit, giving Katrine a good look—then she turned around and wiggled her bum for good measure.
Five minutes later, they emerged from the thicket, hand in hand, the panties left behind. A cop car drifted lazily past them on the street, the driver only sparing them a casual glance. They giggled.
“You’re not gonna regret this when you sober up?” Katrine asked.
“I had my eyes on you for a while,” Anne said, suddenly serious. “You’re not going to regret it in the morning?”
“I might have had my eyes on you as well,” she admitted, blushing.
And so the two friends who might become something more walked home, hand in hand, another feather in their cap and a challenge well completed.
Edited May 3, 2019 by satyr
fixed minor mistakes, thx Sake
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It was Saturday afternoon at around 1pm when Soph decided that she wanted to have some fun with Jess' poor bladder. The girls had already decided that they'd be going out to watch a film, followed by a nice meal out, and finally an evening spent in a nice bar that Soph really enjoyed going to.
"Can I watch you pee before we go out Jess" exclaimed Soph.
"Of course you can!" Said Jess. She loved when Soph teased her and enjoyed her pee fetish with her.
The girls both went into the bathroom and Jess settled her self onto the toilet. She opened her legs slightly so that Soph could see her cute little pussy and slowly released her muscles. The pee trickled from her delicate pussy lips and splashed into the toilet below. Soph watched patiently, knowing full well that this would be the last relief Jess would get until late that night! Jess' poor bladder and dainty pussy had no idea what was coming! Soph watched with intent as the last few trickles dripped from Jess' delicate lips.
"No wiping Jess!" She said as she saw Jess reach for the toilet paper. "I want you all tingly and turned on!"
Jess smiled and stood up. She slid her panties up and Soph watched as a tiny dark patch appeared on the light pink material.
"Naughty girl!" she exlaimed as she gently spanked Jess on her firm butt.
"You love it!" said Jess, putting on a cheeky pout.
The girls both headed out for the cinema. It was a short drive. Jess was wearing her tight jeans and had her converse on her dainty bare feet. She quite liked the naughty feeling of not wearing socks. It was almost rebelious! Knowing that it made Soph tingle was also a huge advantage.
Once at the cinema, they ordered their tickets. Soph decided to order the drinks.
"2 medium lemonades please." She knew the film was long. She wanted to give Jess at least a fighting chance to make it until bed time. She also wanted to know she'd make it till she got home!
Throughout the film, the girls both drank their entire drinks and by the time it was the end, Soph already needed to pee a fair amount. She had been lazy with her bladder training the last few weeks and it was clearly showing. Jess on the other hand was only just feeling the light tingle. Before going out for their meal they decided they'd go home, shower together, and change into nicer clothing.
The girls both entered the bathroom at the same time, stripped naked, and Soph turned on the shower. Jess walked towards the toilet and began to lift the seat.
"What are you doing?" Demanded Soph.
"Peeing? I easily held through the cinema. I always pee before I shower."
"Not today you don't." Soph grabbed Jess' arm and pulled her into the shower with her. "You're holding till we get home later!"
Soph jokingly grabbed Jess' puffy pussy and gave it a gently squeeze.
"I'll help if you like." She joked as she let go. She then took hold of Jess' hand and put it between her legs. Instantly releasing her pee hole and peeing all over Jess' hand.
"Oh god that feels good!" Exclaimed Jess as she pulled her self closer. Intertwining her legs with Sophs. "Keep going hun!"
Once Soph had finished peeing all over her girlfriend they scrubbed and washed each other clean.
The girls dried them selves off. In the bedroom, Soph decided she would be dressing Jess. She handed her a pair of lacey panties, a sexy tight dress, and her favorite pair of over knee boots. She watched as Jess' shimmied into her dress and then slid her gorgeous bare feet into the boots.
"I'm gonna nibble those cute little toes later!" Soph teased. "Those boots really get me tingly and excited!"
Jess was looking down at the boots when she caught sight of her little tummy bulging slightly. It was a clear sign that her bladder was starting to fill. The walk to the restaurant wasn't far. As Jess stepped out of the house a cool breeze wafted up her skirt. It was at this point that she felt her first little bladder spasm. She began to wonder how long was Sophie going to force her to hold her pee in for?!
Sitting down at the table the girls got comfortable and ordered some coctails. Soph made sure that Jess was getting a large one and then gazed into her eyes as she drew it up through her straw. She knew that every gulp was yet another little addition to Jess' already rather full lightly throbbing bladder.
"When am I supposed to hold till?" Whispered Jess after checking that no one was in hearing distance.
"We aren't starting to walk home until that sexy little pussy of yours has leaked all over it's self!"
"But Soph! I might pee my self on the way back!"
"We can only hope!" Soph winked and waved over the waiter to order the second drink. She was determined to keep pouring liquid into Jess. She wanted to witness her begging for relief that night.
Throughout the meal, Jess' bladder began to send her more and more signals, It was like a pestering child, tugging at her skirt asking for sweets. She could live with it, but it was starting to get rather annoying. She focussed heavily on her beautiful girlfriend sat in front of her, pushing the nagging throb to the back of her mind and forcing her pee hole to do it's job properly! It wouldn't be getting relief any time soon!
By the time the deserts had arrived she had sipped her way through 2 coctails and a glass of wine! She was really starting to feel the need for relief and Soph was starting to notice.
"Do you need a wee wee hun?" She teased in a soft childish voice.
"No, not at all!" Jess lied. Her bladded spasmed as if to make her to correct her self, but she ignored it and clamped her leg muscles together tightly. Once again forcing her pee hole to resign to the fact it wasn't getting relief just yet.
"You look like you have to go quite badly hun." Again, Soph said teasingly. Jess picked up her wine, and drank another sip, as if to prove to Soph that she was totally in control of her need to pee.
They finished their meal rather early. It was around 7pm when they decided to head out to the bar. Already it had been 6 hours since Jess' bladder had been able to relieve its self, and by now she had drank a Medium coke, 2 coctails, and a big glass of wine. Soph spotted Jess' obvious bladder bulge as she slipped out the door of the restaurant.
"Look at that bulge!" She teased as she poked Jess in the tummy. Jess' bladder instantly sent a signal that it required relief but once again Jess denied it of that pleasure and clamped her pee hole tight shut. She wasn't sure how long her muscles would continue responding to such unfair requests. Only time would tell!
Both girls entered the bar, it was very busy and people were dancing. Soph dragged Jess straight to the bar. Once again she was in charge of the orders. She decided upon 2 more large coctails. Both looked to contain a stupid amount of liquid! Jess' bladder throbbed and she once again focused on holding as Soph payed the bar maid and began walking to an empty 2 seater table. Perching her self on the tall chair Jess realised how desperate her situation was. Her bladder was sending constantly nags to her brain, begging her to go and relieve it. Soph could tell she was getting uncomfortable and decided to tease her.
"I have to pee sooo bad Jess!" She whispered. "I'm going to have to go to the toilet in a second."
"You suck! You know that!" Jess whispered back. "You know how full I am!"
"Don't worry, I know. But I'm sure that tight little pussy of yours can keep it under control! When I get back from peeing, we are going dancing!"
Soph stood up, kissed Jess and wondered off. Jess began to panick a little. She couldn't dance?! Surely she'd pee her self?! How could she clamp her legs together when she was trying to get her moves on?! What if people saw her wetting her self?!
Soph arrived back, making Jess snap back out of her panicked thought as she put her hand on her shoulder from behind.
"That's soo much better!" Teased Soph. She leaned into Jess' ear. "I only pulled my panties to the side to pee. And I snapped them back across my still wet little pussy Jess"
Jess felt her clit tingle with excitement. Instantly she was totally focused on her own need and she forced her pussy to hold back her throbbing bladder as she dragged Soph out onto the dance floor. Every step she took towards the dance floor her bladder warned her what she was doing was stupid. She could feel each step jolt her huge swolen bladder inside her tummy and each step was another time she had to focus on clamping her tight little pee hole even tighter!
She attempted to dance. The steps were hard for her to focus on and each sudden move mad her pussy beg for relief. Soph pressed her self up against Jess she intertwined her legs with Jess' and began grinding against her. She felt Soph gently brush her pussy against the top of her thigh, the cool damp panties slid across the top of Jess' leg and instantly her pussy tingled again. Soph was amazing at dancing and could move in such sexy ways. Jess however was being forced by her bladder to keep some composure to her dance. She couldn't go all out because she knew if she did, she'd end up a soaking wet mess!
15 minutes or so passed. Suddenly, during a particularly risky dance move, Jess felt it! The first leak! It sprayed into her panties and the warmth spread fast around her pussy lips. She instantly forced her pussy to clamp shut and stop the flow. Luckily it responded. The look of shock on her face was an instant sign to Soph that her girlfriends pussy was now soaked with pee, and that they had to get out of the bar ASAP. She dragged Jess off the dance floor and through the crowded bar, hurrying straight to the front exit. Every step was torture for Jess' already worn out pee muscles and she could feel her bladder fighting for relief. The cold air hit her like a brick wall as she stepped out into the evening air. A huge spurt escaped. She felt the trickle splash down the inside of her thighs. This time she couldn't help her self, she physically grabbed her pussy tight under her skirt. Hurrying down the pavement towards a back alley was torture. She knew she couldn't pee her self in full sight of the main road. Every hurried step tortured her worn out pee hole muscles. Soph was giggling as she dragged her girlfriend down towards a secluded walkway. Knowing full well her pussy was a soaking little mess at this point.
The second that Jess was off the main road she felt her pussy give up it's fight. A torrent of pee began flooding out of her, instantly pouring through her panties and down the inside of her sexy smooth legs. She felt the hot stream begin to wind it's way down into her boots, and a lovely hot pool began to fill up around her toes to begin with, then totally submerged her soles and heel as it filled futher and futher up in her boots. She peed endlessly for near enough a whole minute, totally filling her boots up to her knees! Soph watched in amazement as her gorgeous girlfriend drenched her self.
"You really really needed to go didn't you Jess?!" She said, the wideness of her eyes revealing her amazement at her girlfriends holding ability.
"Soooooo sooooooo badly!!!" puffed Jess as the relief washed over her. "I have hardly ever had to pee that bad before!"
"I'm so so impressed baby!" Whisperd Soph. She looked around, and once happy that no one was around she slid her hand up the inside of Jess' legs and grently stroked her soaking wet pussy through her panties.
"Lets get home! Quick!" Jess grabbed Sophs wet hand and dragged her from the alley way. Every step she took she felt her gorgeous feet splash around inside her totally soaked boots. "My feet are soaked Soph!" She giggled "You're licking them clean when we get home"
Soph nodded and hurried along behind her drenched princess.
Arriving home Jess leaned over and begin removing her boots. Soph pulled her back up and dragged her through to the bedroom instead. She wanted the pleasure of sliding Jess' pee filled boots off her gorgeous little feet. She grabbed a towel and sat Jess down on the edge of the bed, then knelt her self down beside her legs. Slowly she unzipped one of Jess' boots. As she slid it off a huge splash of pee fell to the floor between them. Jess stretched her leg out and wiggled her soaking wet little toes in front of Soph. A few little drops trickled off her smooth heel and dripped onto the floor. Instantly Soph grabbed Jess' little foot and began nibbling her pee soaked dainty toes. Jess' head tilted back with relaxation. It felt so nice having her gorgeous feet played with after stressing her poor bladder all day. It was just so relaxing for her.
"They're so sexy aren't they Soph?" She teased as her dainty feet got licked clean.
"Mhmmm!" muttered Soph as she continued kissing and licking Jess' soles and toes.
Once happy with her job on both of Jess' feet Soph crawled onto the bed next to Jess. She slid Jess' skirt up to reveal her wet little panties. Jess was lay flat with her legs slightly apart. Soph slid her finger under the side of Jess' panties and pulled them gently to the side, revealing a perfect neat glistening little pussy.
"You have the cutest little pussy you do Jess!" whispered Soph.
"I know! Are you going to lick her clean? She's been so good hasn't she!" Jess was smiling cutely at Soph. The look on her face was saying "I want to come! Hard!!"
Soph slid her finger between Jess' pee soaked little lips and gently tickled her for a little while, then slid it back out and let her panties snap back over her pissy pussy.
"Nope!" replied Soph. "I'll do it tomorrow. I think you deserve to sleep in those stinky panties you naughty girl!"
"Seriously?!" Replied Jess. The mood on her face obvious.
"Yup. Then I'll lick you clean tomorrow!" Soph by now was removing her boots and taking off her skirt ready for bed.
"Fine!" Replied Jess. Clearly rather stroppy now.
Soph slid under the covers and settled in. Jess removed her skirt and slid under the covers to join her. Soph rolled onto her back with Jess snuggled up tight against her. She felt Jess press her pissy pussy against her thigh. She didn't mind at all. |
This is a new series of stories of various workers who really need to pee. This first one is about male desperation but there will be an equal amount of female over the series.
Here’s the first one:
January. The carpet fitter
Jason had worked at Fantastic Floorings since leaving school, before if you include work experience. The company was in the family and since Jason hadn’t any other ideas of what he wanted to do in life for now it paid the bills.
At 26 he already rented his own place, even if it was small. He drove a company owned van and worked long hours, especially since the money was handy and so many others in the company now had families.
January was traditionally a dry month in his field of work; as with most retail companies people had little money or motivation in winter right after Christmas. Even with the traditional January sale he usually found himself home earlier than usual or having a pint with his friends at the pub after work at this time of year. This month though was the exception. This month the company had successfully won a bid for a local housing development to lay flooring on 124 new properties all with entry dates in late January and early February. Jason had never had a busier month, which meant sacrifices had to be made; less time to see mates, less time for banter during work and often working through lunch and breaks. Long hours but good pay, and Jason was wise enough to know it was worth doing his best work as future contracts like this could make or break a small family business such as Fantastic Floorings.
It was Thursday of week one. Already Jason and his partner Kyle had laid linoleum in three kitchens, four bathrooms and carpeted one whole four bedroom house! Days were starting at 8am and finishing up to 12 hours later but the job satisfaction was worth it and Jason and Kyle worked well together. Today they were working on an apartment block of six identical flats all needing complete flooring from one end to the other. Jason could feel his back ache already and he’d only just arrived onsite.
It was still dark and he was relieved to find the electrics had already been installed so lighting wasn’t going to be an issue. He unlocked the back of his van and, together with Kyle, they unloaded rolls of carpets, linoleum and tools and placed them throughout the flat ready to start. It was now almost 9 and already Jason was sweating despite the flats having no heating on as the boiler was yet to be turned on. On his final run to the van Jason grabbed his travel mug and finished a full mug of coffee in minutes. The caffeine and warmth gave him an immediate boost and he agreed with his partner that the linoleum was by far the best to begin with to allow the glue time to dry. As they measured the bathroom, en-suite and kitchen to check one last time Jason felt a tiny twinge in his bladder. Nothing to worry about though so he carried on and by mid morning the first bathroom, en-suite and kitchen all had flooring. They needed time to dry but both Jason and Kyle took a much needed break in the van and both drank a can of cola and had a snack. Jason felt another small tingle at his penis but laughing and joking with his colleague and mate took his mind off it quickly. They decided to make a start on the carpets sensibly deciding to work backwards from the furthest away room which happened to be the main lounge.
Once back inside the flat Jason felt another twinge between his legs but the fact the linoleum was still drying and the fact he had seen both toilets taped up with the usual ‘do not use’ builders tape he decided to carry on and drive to the local supermarket during their lunch break. He could hang on until then quite comfortably. After a quick final measure the lads rolled out the light brown carpet and on their hands and knees set about hammering it into place securely. Bending on his hands and knees wasn’t helping Jason and soon another twinge hit. On the opposite side of the room facing away from his friend Jason took a moment to give himself a quick pinch as his need began to increase. He resolved that after this room he would suggest they stopped for lunch and he would endeavour to find a loo somewhere nearby. The radio was playing and the music served as a welcome distraction as Jason continued to work around the floor making sure it was all secured in place and cut to size where required.
Another wave and another quick pinch and Jason was just about to shout over to Kyle that he could do with a ‘stretch and a break’ when Kyle’s phone went and Jason had little choice but to continue working. The boys had a great system where they began together in the room at opposite sides and worked their way towards each other until the entire carpet was fitted. With Kyle now on the phone Jason was fast approaching the half way point at which they usually met but, ever the professional, he carried on until he came to where Kyle had finished. Kyle ended his call and apologised though Jason just laughed knowing full fell he had taken many a call before and left colleagues to do more than usual. Laughing wasn’t such a good idea though as Jason realised how bad he had to pee. Despite working with Kyle for months he still somehow felt embarrassed to admit his need. Instead he decided on another tact.
‘God my backs sore after that. What do you reckon to breaking for lunch? We should easily get the rest if this one done before we finish?’
‘Yeah I was going to suggest the same mate. I’m sweating and bloody starving!’
They headed to the van and Jason started driving.
‘You want Tesco mate or McDonald’s or Greggs? I’m easy.’
‘Oh that was Tam in the phone earlier. They’re in the houses at the top of the site and he said there a great burger van they have found just in the estate across from the top of here. He said they do a fab all day breakfast. I could so go a roll with bacon. Let’s try there. He said you cross the main road, do,low signs for the industrial estate and it’s on your right. Sounds near enough eh?’
Jason loved a good burger van and needed little convincing. Despite his full bladder his empty stomach was rumbling too and he was sure to find a public toilet nearby somewhere?
They found the van easily and parked up. There was a steady queue but it moved quickly enough though Jason found himself stepping from foot to foot and using his hand in his pocket to hold when needed. He really was needing to pee now and before heading back to the flats he would definitely need to find one. First though he had a roll with chips to eat and a bottle of water. His belly was grateful fir the food even if his bladder wasn’t so thankful for the water. The men sat in the works van earring with the radio on and chatting on and off. Jason was tempted to mention his need but felt socially awkward about it. It was getting stronger and stronger though and quite bothersome and distracting. He had to think of some excuse to go into the local supermarket so he could take a leak.
‘Kyle I think that glue from the linoleum is affecting me again. I’ve got a bit of a headache so I’ll just nip to Tesco before we head back to work and get some aspirin, ok?’
‘Sure thing.’
Jason had finished his food and consumed about half his water when another urge to Lee hit him hard. He used his hand to push his penis through his trousers hoping Kyle hadn’t noticed. Oh he needed to piss a lot so he fastened his seat belt and started the van towards Tesco. As they approached the first set if traffic lights Kyle’s phone went again. Jason could hear the call though his attention was more on holding his bladder and driving than anything else.
‘Sure thing boss. We’ll be back at the flats in a matter of minutes. We only nipped out for lunch. Of course you can inspect anytime. We only have the bedrooms and hallways to go and that’ll be the first completed. Yes of course we’ll have that completed by the end of today. See you soon.’
‘Change of plans mate. We need to head back to the flats right now. Big Doug needs to do an inspection with the head of procurement. This being our first contact and all that they want to see how we are going. Sure you can nip out for those painkillers after they’ve been. I’m sure you’ll be fine.’
Jason wasn’t so sure. He was rather desperate for the gents but with no other choice he headed back to the site to meet his boss. His bladder would just need to wait.
Back on site they could see the biases van in the car park so not wanting to make a bad impression the lads raced back to the flat and began laying carpet in the first bedroom. Unlike the square lounge this bedroom was an awkward shape and required the pee-measured carpet tube cut to fit. Jason was struggling to stand still and sitting on the floor was putting more pressure on his already overworked bladder. He was just about to try a tap in the bathroom to see if the water was on so he could use the toilet when his boss walked in with someone with him. Jason shook hands, waited to be introduced whilst standing cross legged then followed the men as they looked around to inspect the work so far. Opening the bathroom door and looking right at the toilet made Jason squirm and he had no choice but to briefly grab himself to avoid a leak. He so needed to piss but his heart sank as the head of procurement rabbeted on about how the electrics were complete, plumbing complete and plasterwork all dry but yet the water supply company hadn’t yet turned on the water to the properties meaning final checks on bathrooms, sinks and showers and even washing machines could not be done just yet. Without stepping on the flooring he continued to talk about how it would at least allow the flooring to dry before anyone was using the toilets or sinks. Jason bent forward a little at this and his legs twisted around him in absolute desperation. Kyle had carried on fitting carpet as the men looked into the main room and then kitchen and followed quickly behind Jason into the room where Kyle was now on his knees hammering carpet in.
‘Looking great lads. Keep up the good work and I’ll come check when this flat is finished. ‘
Big Doug and his suited companion left and as the door closed Jason grabbed his member before he leaked and pee danced back to the room Kyle was working in. He had to piss so so badly he was afraid of having an accident on the posh cream bedroom carpet his friend was laying.
‘Sorry Kyle. I’ll be back in a minute mate. I really really need to find a bathroom. God do I need to piss so bad. I’ve been bursting to go for ages and it’s an emergency.’
Kyle looked up at his mate who was dancing and holding himself like a little child.
‘Just use the toilet mate. What’s the problem.’
‘There’s no running water! They haven’t turned it on. Oh what am I going to do. I’m on the verge of pissing myself.’
‘Oh. I didn’t know about the water. You gonna head to Tesco or something then?’
‘I can....can’t drive mate. Oh my God it’s leaking. I’m gonna wet myself. I’ll piss myself before I get to the van. It’s that bad mate. Honest.’
Jason unhooked his trousers and slipped his hand inside his waistband while he gripped his throbbing and leaking penis as hard as he could.
Kyle looked at his mate with compassion and grabbed him by the arm leading him to the en-suite shower.
‘Just go there Jas. Seriously.’
Jason had no choice as another spurt shot out into his boxers. He pulled his penis out, not caring that Kyle was watching and allowed himself to relax as warm urine shot rapidly out of his penis and landed in the shower tray. As his body relaxed the stream continued on and on with Kyle still watching.
‘God you really must have been busting mate. That’s a shit load of piss!’
‘I was mate. I really was. God that feels so much better. I can actually think again!’ |
February: Florist delivery driver
January and February were sobering months for Skye as she delivered more to funeral directors and hospitals than to private houses. Cold weather, the abundance of viruses and infections and an ageing population meant more and more of her florist deliveries left her feeling a little sad. Thankfully the odd retirement or birthday or new baby would intersperse her day just enough to keep her blues at bay. Skye loved her job, driving with her favourite tunes on, meeting people, bringing smiles often and even the odd kiss or cuddle when people weren’t expecting a flower delivery. Although the van had a cooler to keep the flowers and gifts as fresh as possible her day was usually split roughly into two with morning deliveries, then back to the shop for a break before afternoon deliveries before returning to the shop before closing and driving her own car home. She could never predict where she would be going but one thing she could predict was that one day would always be her busiest all year: Valentine’s Day!
Today was that day.
Skye woke with an excitement and anxiety combined. She knew today would be busy with little time for chatter between jobs and possibly a very rushed lunch too. She poured her heated soup into her flask with her bread and butter and biscuits and two bottles of water. She finished her cereal and mug of tea and headed out to work with a spring in her step.
There was a real buzz about the florists today. Bunting hanging outside, a full shop of newly made bouquets and baskets of every colour imaginable and the smell was so beautiful and calming. Everyone was busy even before the shop opened and Skye was greeted by Freddy with a quick ‘good morning’ and handed a long list of addresses.
‘It’s all ready darling over there. I know it’s a lot but you know what today is like. I’ve put them in time order for you. I’m sure you’ll make plenty people smile like you always do Skye. See you later. Any problems just call.’
In the three years Skye had worked for Fred she’s never had to call but he always reminded her she could. She carried bouquet after bouquet out to the van at the rear of the shop smiling at the added teddies, hidden rings and large vases. How she wished someone special would surprise her one day with sweet beautiful flowers. 20 deliveries all to get completed before 12. Wow. She hoped the traffic would be in her favour. She was about to do a final trip back to use the small unisex toilet when she noticed Fred nip in and she thought she really had better set off otherwise she’d never get the flowers out.
Her first call was to a young mum who answered in her pyjamas with a baby in her arms and two other children by her feet. Skye loved seeing the glint in the young mums eye as she received some traditional roses. Next was a busy office with a surprise for someone called Donna who was equally delighted with her big bouquet with a little teddy bear. Skye was making good time thankfully and before leaving she had a quick sip of her water. Onto her third which was another residential address in a new build estate with more speed bumps than Skye liked! She had to go so slow over them as her deliveries were precious and some contained water that she didn’t want spilled. Going over the speed bumps seemed to shake things a bit in her bladder too and Skye wished she’d had a chance to pee before starting her busy day. Thankfully the bell was answered quickly and Skye could get on her way. The order of deliveries seemed so disjointed and disorganised to Skye who would much rather have done them in geographic order to make best use of her time and fuel. However, clients often requested times, on Valentine’s Day especially, and Skye understood that sometimes she just had to admit life was a bit illogical and get on with it.
Thankfully the fourth and fifth deliveries were both in a local industrial estate with one handed directly to the delighted recipient and the other safely left at a front office. It was now almost ten am and Skye was a bit more aware she could use a toilet break but for now she could wait. Her next one was a little awkward as the shop was inside a small shopping centre so Skye had to park in a multi-storey car park and walk through the shops to the right one. As she passed the ladies she thought momentarily about going in quickly but time just wasn’t on her side and she was now running behind. She had no time to spare at all but she knew, for now, she could wait.
The morning continued with deliveries to a local college, a sheltered housing complex, a gym, a school and even the library! The loveliest one was a warehouse where she could see an eager face waiting outside having a smoke nervously. He smiled and winked at Skye as she buzzed entry and he followed her while the office used the intercom to call Prevena down. As the beautiful Indian girl arrived the young man took the bouquet from Skye and knelt on one knee proposing to his girlfriend in front of everyone in the warehouse. Skye joined in the round of applause caught up in the moment but with her legs crossed hoping to escape back to work as soon as she could. As she headed out she once again saw a bathroom sign and she momentarily paused thinking she could ask to use it before carrying on. Then she remembered just how many deliveries she still had to do and she changed her mind and rushed back to the van. A quick check of the time and her sheet and it was now just after 11:15. She was late for two different orders now so she quickly strapped herself in and set off. One was a residential house but no-one answered as Skye stood holding a vase of roses and moving from foot to foot. Her need to pee was steadily increasing now and the cold air wasn’t helping. After a few minutes she tried a neighbour and finally managed to get someone to take the delivery from her. Next was the other side of town and Skye patted her thighs at each red light and delay. She should be heading back to the shop for lunch now but she still had six outstanding deliveries to do! She was tired, thirsty, hungry and could really use a visit to the ladies. None of those were able to be sorted immediately though.
Finally she arrived and thankfully another recipient was delighted with her surprise and Skye could rush back, this time to a restaurant! Parking was proving difficult as the restaurant was full of couples out celebrating a valentines lunch together. Finally Skye pulled in, though it was double yellow lines. She was in a hurry though! She opened the back of the van and found the right bouquet, this time a lovely bright basket of mixed seasons flowers and she checked the name. She opened the door to the restaurant looking around for a member of staff she could hand the delivery to so she could get back to her van but even when she found one they were reluctant to take the flowers off her as they were not for any member of staff. The waitress had to call management and Skye found herself standing at the reception suddenly really needing to go to the bathroom quite bad. She had nowhere to put the flowers and no chance of going and no ability to even give herself a quick hold to help! She moved from leg to leg anxiously and crossed her legs as best she could internally begging the manager to come as she was bursting! Time seemed to drag in when finally someone returned saying they had looked at customer bookings and it appeared the flowers were for a customer who had since left! Skye wanted to scream but politely left apologising for her delay in getting there and ran back to her van, embarrassed and annoyed. At least she could escape a parking ticket even if she was returning a paid for order! Four more to go and already now 12:20.
Skye had some more of her water but immediately regretted it. ‘Oh I really need to pee’ she muttered to herself as she fidgeted behind the wheel and held herself before driving off. As luck would have it all four final deliveries that morning were to local houses. The first another young mum, the second a couple in their thirties, the third a businesswoman who looked like she was just home on her lunch break and the final one a bemused young student who wanted to take a selfie with Skye for her Instagram! By now Skye could hardly control herself, bouncing her knee, fidgeting at door steps and pee dancing getting flowers from the boot. She only hoped the student hadn’t seen her grab between her legs as she took the selfie! It was now ten minutes to one and Skye could not wait to get back to the shop to have a super quick lunch and a desperately longed for pee. She could barely recall the last time she’d been this bursting!
She pulled into the rear of the shop to find Fred outside with bouquets, baskets and vases lined up ready. He seemed in a great mood. Business was booming and he was keen for his reputation to remain strong and all the afternoon deliveries to be started. Skye was anxious to please but knew she had to pee before she did anything else or she would honestly wet herself.
‘How did you do lovely? Any proposals this year?
‘Just one. And one return. Can I tell you more in a minute?’
‘Just tell me while we load these ones in. I have warned customers we can’t be as strict with times today due to our workload but we do aim to please. Right Skye I’ve got all these in order again. One is in a high rise flat so you need an entry code. I’ve stuck a post it on your sheet with it on. Oh and there’s one for the hospital but they aren’t sure what ward so I said you would just check when you got there. That all clear enough? Skye, are you ok?’
Skye had been trying to listen and load the van as best she could though she really could not stop dancing, bouncing, crossing her legs and bending forward. She knew she must have looked a sight but she was so close to wetting herself she couldn’t help it.
‘Sorry Fred. I’ve been so busy I’ve not been to the toilet since I woke up. I’m absolutely bursting for the loo. I need to run!’
Skye dropped her basket and pushed a hand between her leg and ran for the back door which had now closed. She banged the door but with the shop continually busy the other staff never heard.
‘Fred. You got your key? I’m dying for the loo and the doors gone and shut!’
‘Oh of course lovely! Goodness you must be in so much need. Just a minute.’
‘So what was that return you were going to tell me about?’
‘Just a minute. You’re really going to need to let me pee first. I’m about to burst!’
Fred opened the door and waited as Skye ran into the small toilet. He needed to know about that return but he also enjoyed hearing the huge long pee Skye was doing and he couldn’t help but feel quite an excitement as he heard her sigh loudly while her pee continued to come. In all his years working with Skye he was always amazed how few times she used the toilet and he always hoped one day she might call him saying she had to go and asking him what to do. He really must remind her to call him anytime she had a problem. |
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