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Hey all,
This is an interactive story I wrote with five other people playing the roles of the characters. Huge thanks to my writing partners Katie, MJ, Matt, Vera, and the always awesome Pottypants Princess.
Click here to read about the characters. If you'd like to check out the official HG blog, including some exclusive short stories, go here.
Enjoy, and please tall us what you think.
Prologue
Amy Peale smiled as she looked down at invitation. The first thought that popped into her mind was, "About damn time."
It was a little sad that she was so excited over it - reality shows were an easy way to re-establish fame, to get people to remember you, but she had really been hoping to land one of the roles she'd been auditioning for. Back when she'd been on The Afterlife of Astrid Appleby, she'd always thought it was ridiculous that reality show contestants were considered popular, some even more than her. Sure, she was just the sidekick, but she was still one of the main characters on one of the more popular kids' shows on their channel, not some ordinary slob whose only talent was being able to force themselves to eat insects without throwing up or something.
But the truth was, she hadn't gotten cast in anything for years now, and, at 22, she knew she needed to do something soon to get herself back in the spotlight, while she still had a few years of being young enough to land jobs as something other than a mother left. This could be the perfect solution. And if she could win, it would be even better. She'd be sure to make the talk show rounds then, which would really get her face out there. That was all she really needed, she was sure, to remind people she was still there. And the prize would be nice, too.
She looked back down at the invitation, trying to remember what the prize was. In fact, it didn't mention one, but she was sure there had to be one. That was why people watched these things, wasn't it? She was still getting by all right, largely because her parents had taken care of her money from the show for her until just the year before, but she wouldn't mind winning a bit more cash. Really, it was the publicity she'd get just for winning that was important, but she wasn't going to say no to a little spending money.
She glanced up at the top of the invitation, a little surprised again to see it referred to her by her real name, and not Destiny Starr, the stage name she'd chosen for Afterlife. She'd stuck by it for the other little roles she'd gotten after that, but now, ten years after picking it, she couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed by it. She still used it at auditions, since that was what people might recognize her as, but maybe this show would be her chance to finally break free of it. Then again, she couldn't say she liked her real name much more. And, just like at auditions, she worried people wouldn't realize who she was without that name in the credits. She'd have to think on it a little more, she decided, then talk to the producers about which one they'd use on the show.
Thinking of that, she flipped the invitation over, then looked at the envelope it had come in, but there was no information on who, exactly, was making this show. No producers, not even a production company. It was signed simply by "the game master". She rolled her eyes a little at it. It seemed a little unprofessional, but maybe that was how they did things on reality shows.
"Ugh... What am I getting myself into?" she asked out loud, wrinkling her nose. But the idea of not accepting never crossed her mind. It might not be ideal, but this was her ticket back into the spotlight, and she was going to do whatever it took to make sure it was a one way trip.
Arrival
The road was growing darker by the minute as the sun sank into the sea. Destiny cursed loudly as she passed the road whose name sounded familiar, looking down at the seat beside her at the directions from her invitation. She scanned through them, looking for where she was now. She felt a bump as her car started to go off the road from her inattention, and quickly jerked the wheel the other way with another profanity. Her mood only got worse as she saw that, sure enough, she should have taken the road. She gave a loud grunt of exasperation, slamming her hand against the steering wheel. Had one of her feet not been on the gas pedal, she'd have stomped it, too. She hated driving - she'd never paid much attention as she'd been taught it. Afterlife had wrapped just a year or so before she'd been old enough to get her learner's permit, so she'd still been waiting for the call about her next series, and assumed she'd just have people to drive her around wherever she needed.
As she looked back up at the road, she saw she was more than half in the opposite lane, and corrected herself. She stared ahead, looking for a driveway or somewhere she could turn around, but there was just a big stretch of nothing, so, finally, she just did it in the middle of the road, glad she apparently had it to herself. Why did this place need to be so far out of the way? She was starting to worry there was something wrong, that she was about to walk into a snuff film or something.
Her GPS failed to alert her the second time she approached the road, either, though she was ready for it and did it on her own. "Stupid piece of junk!" she growled, grabbing the contraption from its mount and throwing it into her floorboards in a fit of anger. It was possible she just hadn't programmed it right - she'd only just bought it that morning, specifically for the trip, and had been too impatient to read the directions - but she'd rather assume it was the machine's fault. Luckily, she was almost there now, and the final bit of directions was easy enough.
All her fears melted away as she saw the house, expelled in a single, wide-eyed, "Wow." She double-checked the address, just to make sure, nearly running into another car in the process. The place was huge! It was the kind of place she'd always imagined herself ending up in, back when she'd first started acting. Obviously, whoever was making this show had a decent budget, which made her feel much more excited to find out just what the final reward would be for winning this thing.
She got a little disappointed again when nobody came to carry her luggage for her, and stood at her car for a minute or two, debating whether she should go in and see if there was anybody there, or just do it herself. Eventually, she settled on taking one suitcase, a decision that seemed wise once she'd lugged it all the way to the front door. She hadn't thought she'd packed that much, but that was before she'd had to carry it all that way. She plopped it down in the entryway with a relieved sigh, looking around, pleased, at the interior.
She wasn't sure how they were doing rooms yet - if they were assigned, or if she had to share, or what - so she left her suitcase there and followed the sound of voices to the living room. Four women sat there already, leaving one open seat for her. "Hi!" she exclaimed cheerfully as she walked slowly over to it. "Oh, I hope I'm not late!" She didn't mind making an entrance, but it did irk her slightly to lose out on her choice of where to sit, especially since the most comfortable looking seats had already been taken, leaving her with an uncomfortable wooden chair, elegant but hardly her first choice.
She glanced around at the other women, trying to figure out what she'd seen them on before, hoping to judge how likely they were to have a bigger fan base than her, but none of them looked familiar, with the possible exception of the short chick with the dikey haircut… she seemed kind of familiar—Destiny had thought she’d seen her on a talk-show or something a while ago—Margot something? Had they lumped her in with a bunch of unknowns? That might better her chances, but it bruised her ego nonetheless, as she was sure she deserved much more famous co-stars than whoever these nobodies were. Worse still, two of them looked like they were probably old enough to have considered themselves to mature to watch Afterlife when they were kids, which meant that, even if they weren't famous, they'd be less likely to be intimidated, or even just impressed, by her presence. She could feel a pout starting to form before she made herself smile instead, doing her best to seem chipper and enthusiastic.
She had barely seated herself when the doors at the far end of the room swung open. The man who entered was immaculately dressed, his suit the finest most of the women had ever seen. He had a laidback swagger, a cocky smirk, and sunglasses indoors after sunset. It was almost as though he was daring them to smirk and call him the very embodiment of a sleazy Hollywood producer—yet somehow, he managed to pull it off.
“Ladies,” he greeted warmly, “thank you so much for being here this evening and thanks for accepting the invitation to my humble home. I am your host, and I’ve been known by many names in my time. For the purposes of our program, you may address me as The Game master, or simply Master for short.”
There were assorted snorts, especially from the woman with the short hair. But he pressed on. “I’m sure you’re all wondering what it’s all about—but just in case everyone hasn’t met yet, I’d like to go around the room and introduce our players.
“First of all—I’m sure some of you may recognize Ms. Amy Peale… Though I’m sure you know her better as Destiny Star, star of some silly piece of kiddy crap or another…”
“Hey!” Destiny Snapped. It was true of course, but hardly polite, especially five minutes after she’d arrived.
But he continued undaunted. “Of course we’re also joined by Margret Stern, author, activist, and all around kill-joy who would be sort of sexy if she just grew her bangs out a little…”
Margret said nothing; content instead to shoot him a cool stare. The Master continued undeterred. “Next we have with us Brittany Phillips, 23, a daycare worker who says she came here to quote: ‘get away from awful children and their stinky diapers.’ Oh Brittany,” he chuckled to himself, “If only you knew how funny that statement truly is.
“Next on the chopping block is Alice Lipton: CEO for McSegual Medical supplies and contacts INC, and recently indicted on land fraud charges.”
Alice scowled at him. “I’ll have you know that matter is currently on appeal, sir!”
“Oh, duly noted,” he grinned. He came to rest in front of the last contestant. A slight, young blond girl, she looked nervous in a way that wasn’t entirely related to appearing on network TV. “Now this is interesting,” he said slowly, watching her with a strange smile. Even behind the dark glasses, the girl could feel his gaze on her, inspecting her every atom like he had x-ray vision. She looked to the floor, but her tucked a finger under her chin, tilting her head back so she met his gaze. “On our lists, it says we have one Jessica Smith joining our little competition…” He said with a slow smile. “But you aren’t her, are you?”
“Wh-what are you talking about?” the girl said unconvincingly.
“Oh, you look like her…” he said, bending down close to her. “But Jessica’s a naughty little girl, isn’t she?”
“Well,” the girl swallowed, “that is, I guess it’s up to interpretation…”
“Oh no, my dear,” The Master said, bending down close to her. “You see, I know a naughty girl when I see one. A bad girl wears her naughtiness around her like a perfume. I’m defiantly not getting any of that scent off you, little one. The fragrance I’m getting off of you is…” he sniffed the air deliberately and smiled hungrily. “Innocence.” He straightened, seeming to tower over her. “So tell me: who are you?”
The girl sighed. “My Name is Lucy Smith… Jessica’s my twin sister.”
“Dear Lucy,” the Master said with a chuckle, “I did my homework on you-- you’re a sweet and innocent girl—what would make you come to a place like this… and by such shady means?”
Lucy shook nervously in her seat, looking across at the other contestants. "I... well it was... to... to protect her. Fame would go to her head, and I know she wouldn't be able to take it... I...” Lucy’s face gradually grew more and more red as she spoke, embarrassed at how quickly she had been found out. "I just wanted her to be safe." Lucy then stared at the floor, before finally looking up, on the brink of tears. "Are you going to kick me out for lying?"
“Oh Lucy!” the Master laughed when she finished her story. “I’d like to tell you I’ll go easy on you dear, except… I sssssooooooo rarely get my hands on an actual, genuine innocent…”
“Um, Excuse me?” Destiny was growing weary of all this. “But-- what kind of show is this, anyway?”
“Hmmm… interesting question,” he said in that damn, infuriatingly smug voice of his. “Let’s say it’s a test of your metal—a chance to see who you really are on the inside via a series of challenges, both physical and… well, I’d hate to spoil the surprise. To… separate the women from the little girls, so to speak.
“This show is about finding out who you really are—getting to the real character beneath the surface—and showing it to the entire …”
“How come I’d never heard of this shoe before now?” Destiny interrupted, playing the role of the showbiz insider.
“It’s a top secret project,” he answered. “The network wants…”
"I'm sorry, but on my show..." Destiny began to say.
The master raised an eyebrow. “Kitty cat, I’m getting a little tired of your interruptions.”
Destiny knew this was her chance—this was exactly the kind of crap people loved on these kind of shows… Drama, tension, big, larger than life personalities. This was her chance to establish herself as a sassy bad girl… And the world loves a bad girl, she thought.
“I’m sorry, but this is really unprofessional. Why wasn’t this information made available before the show? This is so disorganized—do YOU even know what you’re doing here?”
He never lost his cool, his smile never wavered. He was utterly confident in something.
“You’re asking me for a demonstration?”
Destiny rolled her eyes, really getting into character now. “Is it really so much to ask? I mean, I was nice enough to come out her for your little show, and there wasn’t even anyone to take my bags at the front door! I think I’m entitled to…”
She was startled by the sensation of something coiling around her torso and slipping beneath her underarms like a large invisible snake. It was an even bigger shock, however, as she glanced downward, and suddenly saw that she was now hovering over her chair. "What the-?!" she gasped, flailing as she rose higher up, feeling the tiniest spurt of urine escape her at the shock, soaking into her panties before she could stop it. She'd been flown a few different times for Afterlife, but this was something different. There was no uncomfortable harness, no wires holding her up - she was simply floating, like some invisible hand had lifted her up and was holding her there.
The other women watched in amazement, unable to believe what they were seeing. This had to be a stunt of some kind, didn’t it? Each one found herself checking for wires.
Destiny simply floated there for a moment, suspended in air, arms and legs flailing. The Master never moved from the front of the room, never moved a muscle or broke a sweat. If he was responsible for this unbelievable turn of events, there was no indication on his serene face. “O-o-OK, Mister Master, sir,” she said, utterly failing to keep the tremble form her voice. “I’ve learned my lesson… you can let me down now!”
There was some type of movement below her, and for a second she thought he was going to let her down. Then she heard the crowd gasp. To her slowly dawning horror, she felt a sudden chill below her waist. Her heart stopped for a moment as she gaped down at herself, her bare crotch visible for any of those other women to see - not to mention all the viewers at home. Her hands shot down to cover it, her cheeks burning bright red.
“Woah!” she shrieked, suddenly pitching forward, sure she was going to fall flat on her face.
But whatever was holding her up had hadn’t let her go; it was simply rotating her in the air slowly, angling her head down and her bare bottom up, until her adorably plump backside was jutting upward invitingly in the air behind her.
“You can’t do this!” she bellowed self importantly. “I--I’ll sue! Yeah! I’m gonna—AAHH!” she cried, her eyes sprang even wider open and she let out a surprised cry as something smacked, hard, against her bare bottom, causing a gasp to ripple through the room.
"What's happening?!" she wailed, just in time for another smack across her backside, making her buns quiver.
“Naughty girls are like bottles of ketchup,” said the master sagely, watching Destiny kick and squeal as another loud swat landed on her backside, “sometimes you need to smack them on the bottom before they come out right.”
Destiny let out another yelp as another loud swat popped against her wriggling rump. "Stop it!" As if in defiance, it came again, and again, faster and faster. And, just like one of the strikes, the humiliating realization hit her out of the blue - she was in the middle of receiving a spanking, like some naughty little brat. "No!" She tried to shield herself with her hands, but that did no good. If anything, it only made it come harder, and faster.
"Stoooop!" she screamed, helplessly kicking her feet and thrashing out with her arms, throwing a mid-air temper tantrum as tears began to shine in her eyes. "You can't do this to me!" But clearly, whoever was doing it could, because it kept going, alternating cheeks at first, then going for both at once in a sudden barrage that felt like a whole team of people were spanking her at the same time. They began moving further downward, to the tops of her thighs, while also being sure to go back over the area they'd already covered.
Destiny punched helplessly at the air and pumped her legs furiously behind her, making her scalding derriere jiggle. Her entire backside felt like it was on fire, and she had no doubt that it was bright red by now. She hadn't even noticed that the protests she kept trying to blurt out had long since been rendered unintelligible by her crying. She was sure her make-up had to be ruined by now, by all the tears that were streaming down her face, but that was the least of her worries. First and foremost was - when will it end?
And, finally, blessedly, it did. Just as suddenly as it had began, it stopped, and she felt herself being lowered, blubbering, back to her seat, though there was one final smack on the rump just before it was settled back onto the chair. She really wished she'd been able to choose a softer chair now, as the hard, wooden seat only made her swollen, blazing bottom hurt more. She could feel all eyes on her as she fumbled with her panties and shorts, pulling them back up, wishing for once that she wasn't the center of attention. Luckily, she wasn't waiting for long.
“Well, this is just typical.” Margret’s voice was clear and crisp in the room, which was silent but for Destiny’s choked sobs. “Another testosterone addled bully who thinks he can cow and control us with physical violence!”
“Baby, maybe you didn’t notice, but I didn’t lift a finger,” The Master said smoothly. “I didn’t even move from this spot.”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. You have no right to paddle Destiny’s fat butt—even if she is a decadent slut and a patriarchal stooge within the entertainment industry.” Destiny glared at her, tears still streaking her face as she shifted uncomfortably on her hard seat. “You’re a bully and a coward and we aren’t going to stand for it!”
The other contestants looked down at the floor and pretended they weren’t listening. After what happened to Destiny, there was no way anyone was taking any chances by throwing in with this goofball.
“Very well, Margret,” The Master said with a smile, “perhaps you’d like to come up to the front of the room and tell everyone your grievances?”
“Gladly,” she said, rising from her seat. The Game Master stepped aside and watched with a grin.
Still sniffling and squirming on her chair, Destiny found it hard not to feel vulnerable as this woman had called further attention to her own humiliating plight. So she couldn't help feeling a twinge of satisfaction as she was called forward, sure she was about to endure something just as mortifying.
Margret stood before the audience, feeling a slight trill at having so effectively stolen the spotlight from the So-Called Master. Clearing her throat, she began to speak. “I know you all think shows like this are just harmless entertainment, but they do real damage to our society in general and the advancement of women in particular…”
God, thought Destiny, this bitch is just asking for it.
“By putting us up on display wike dis, we awre weduced to the wevel of childwen.” Margret stopped and touched her throat. What the hell was that? She could see the word clearly, but suddenly she was lisping like a child. Now her fellow contestants were paying attention, each one watching her out of some morbid fascination. Clearing her throat, she pressed on.
"Male dominated social constwucts ultimately wead to dese fawcical ciwcumstances..." Margret stopped, dumbstruck; her previously confident and domineering voice now sounded like a lispy parody of Shirley Temple on the verge of a tantrum. A humiliating blush rose to Margret's haughtily aristocratic cheeks. Being a control freak, Margret was completely unaccustomed to the situation. Around her, her fellow contestants were tittering, and Margret could only shift and squirm.
“I—um—dat is…” she cringed when she heard them chuckling at her. It was a strange, awful feeling. Like a drunk, knowing exactly what needed to be said but unable to form the words without slurring, Margret knew exactly what she wanted to say but couldn’t say it without sounding like the shy little girl she’d spent her whole life trying not to be.
“It’s like one of those dreams, isn’t it Margret?” the Master said smoothly. “You show up late for an important test… but then you realize you didn’t put any clothes on…”
She wondered briefly what the hell he was talking about when she felt a chill. The other contestants were watching her and tittering in amazement. Hesitantly, she looked down at herself, squealing when she suddenly realized her butch business clothes had vanished and she was as naked as a newborn baby. She let out a shrill shriek that was reminiscent of bimbos she mocked and hated.
There was a strange tingling sensation in her scalp, followed by a growing weight around her skull. She could feel something tickle her ears and the back of her neck. She reached up quickly and felt something soft and glossy hanging there. Catching sight of herself in a nearby mirror, Margret was stunned and mortified to see that her trademark little boy crop was growing into a shimmering mane of big, puffy bouffant banana curls in the most trashy shade of platinum blonde. "How-- why did oo do dis?' Margret stammered feeling further shame over her squeaky little voice
"You don't like it?" The Master replied sardonically. "That short ‘do was holding you back you’re such a pretty little thing and it suits your new voice so much better. You would make someone a wonderful housewife with some further changes your vegan diet and fitness obsession has left you skinny and androgynous—why, your body’s as flat and boyish as your silly old haircut".
She felt the tingle spreading below and a strange pressure inside her. A tightness appeared in her chest. She looked down, realizing that her breasts were beginning to swell. She forced herself to look over into the mirror. She let out a squeal when she saw that her breasts had ballooned into the b-cup range and heading for c territory quickly. She made a series of horrified squeaks as she watched her six pack disappear, her tummy becoming soft and just a little flabby, critically wounding Margret's ego and self image as her pride and joy six pack abs were replaced by a cute, pudgy pot belly. The tingling pressure descended even further, and Margret let out a horrified squeal when she saw her hips surge outwards. She turned to the side and watched, slack jawed, as her flat, bony rump began to inflate, each cheek quickly swelling to the size of half a basket ball and beyond, with no end in sight.
Margret's mouth gaped open in a perfect impersonation of a vacant mallrat bimbo as she saw in the mirror her hips widen her buttocks swell to a fatness where you could she them from the front.
She now had a derriere which made Kim Kardashian look anorexic, perfectly proportional to her new breasts, so big and beautiful they’d make a porn star weep. Margret, unbalanced from the changes and unaccustomed to the new weight both in front of and behind her, lost her balance and fell cutely on to her over-cushioned rump. Tears were flowing down her face-- she hadn't cried in years, but that didn’t stop her from bawling like a little girl. Not even the knowledge that there were potentially millions of people watching her transformation into the living embodiment of the repressive feminine ideal, but also bawling about it like a little girl who just lost her ice cream.
"It's not fair..." Margret wailed like a spoiled preschool Princess having a moronic hissy fit. "Margret whatever’s the matter? Your childbearing hips and fleshy curves are the height of fashion, Christina Hendricks, Kim Kardashian and Coco are the biggest stars on television!" The Master interjected evenly.
"I fucking hate dose twaitors to feminism!" The foul strident language was delightfully incongruous to the cute babyish voice.
"Oh presumably you’re worried those old, manly clothes won't fit and i agree that would be unfair if I hadn't bought you an even more expensive wardrobe of extravagant little girl frocks" The Master spoke with mocking kindness.
Climbing to her feet, Margret heard a loud rustle. Turning toward the mirror, she nearly fainted when she discovered she was wearing an ultra short, ultra full, chiffon party frock in a pale pink , the tight puffed out sleeves pinch hard on her pudgy baby fat arms. Its shortness was increased by a mass of outdated net petticoats, displaying a round, jiggley rump that was made even more comically oversized than before due to the presence of an ultra-thick adult diaper and nearly transparent ruffled rhumba panties.
On her head sat a jeweled tiara, the epitome of the decadent, aristocratic excess she long ago rejected. On her feet where ostentatious mink trimmed boots, a terrible insult to Margret's animal rights activism.
"Well, that was a very good attempt to enlighten your sisters and put us men in our place, but you have to go sit back down with your BIG sisters dearest Maggie" The Master said patronizingly with a playful swat of her jiggly backside for emphasis. Margret looked at him with pure hatred, but with her new look frankly that just made look cute as a button. She was seething with rage but reasoned she needed a retreat to collect her thoughts and think of a plan; ideally a plan that ended up the so called 'master' strapped to a rubber sheeted gurney going to the feminist activist infiltrated hospitable she work with for orchiectomy. Margret's ego and hatred of men was so strong a glimmer of confidence and a desire to fight was returning.
Destiny watched Margret slink back to her chair, gleeful. It was just what that bitch deserved, she thought to herself, glancing back up to get a glimpse of the girl toddling back to her seat. But her face began to fall as she realized the implications of what had just happened. Sure, Margret had deserved it, but if it could happen to her, it could happen to anyone. And Destiny knew that what this Game Master, whoever or whatever he was, was doing wasn't just some trick. Believe it or not - and she wouldn't have, without her firsthand experience - he was a wizard of some kind, and if he wanted, he could turn every one of them into overgrown toddlers at his whim.
Suddenly, Margret's punishment seemed a little less funny.
When Margret had returned to her seat, the Master once again addressed the contestants.
“And now-- unless anyone else has any statements to make?” He looked around with a smirk as the women averted they’re eyes, none of them wanting to wind up on the receiving end of another one of his demonstrations. “I think it’s time we moved on to the first challenge.”
At once the doors behind them flew open, making more than one contestant jump in her seat. The tension was unbearable as they watched an impossibly attractive woman in a lurid and sexy French maid’s uniform entered holding aloft a silver platter. Perched atop its polished surface were five immaculately crafted sherry glasses, which the maid distributed amongst the contestants, smiling placidly as they accepted them. The glasses were filled with a green solution, thick, creamy and almost syrupy. The contestants looked at it with reluctant expressions—even without knowing what it was, none of them wanted to drink it.
“Ladies,” the master began theatrically, a devilish smile playing at his lips. “May I present, guaranteed to unblock the most stubborn clogs and loosen up even the tightest asses among you: Formula 666—the world’s most powerful laxative.”
There was a stunned, disbelieving silence. The women examined the cloudy solution with wrinkled noses, shuddering at the implications.
Alice was first to speak. “Surely you don’t mean for us to…”
“That’s right ladies—down the hatch! The last to ‘go’ is declared winner and get’s a prize—anything she can imagine!”
“What about the loser?” Brittany asked quietly, voice full of dread.
“The first to fill her pants becomes incontinent. Permanently…”
There was dead silence and palatable fear in the air. Each woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“…Unless,” he continued, “She wins a future competition and wishes herself back to normal.”
“What if we wefuse?” Margret asked in her adorable lisp.
“Then you’re out of the contest. I’m sure your friends in the women’s movement will take you back the way you are now,” he grinned, knowing it wasn’t true. “Heck, I may even make you incontinent before you leave, anyway, just for the fun of it!”
Smiling, he crossed his arms. “I’m waiting, ladies…”
Her throbbing backside kept Destiny silent, though she'd have liked nothing better than to scream, "Are you kidding?!" when she heard the challenge. He couldn't possibly be serious! But there he was, passing out those stupid tiny glasses of whatever. Her hand shook a little as she took it, eyes darting around the room to the other girls. Were they going to do it? Surely they had to see how insane this was, how ridiculous and juvenile.
She considered not drinking it, just giving up her spot now and getting out of there while she still could, but she could feel her resolve grow as the countdown began. She'd already endured a spanking, after all - did she really want that to be for nothing? Besides, he couldn't really expect them to poop their pants! She had a feeling this was a bluff of some kind. It had to be!
Lucy looked around at each of the girls in turn, horrified by what she had just witnessed. This man, this master, whoever, whatever he was, could do some amazing things. Things she wanted no part of. But she couldn't leave. That wasn't fair to the others, and it would more than likely lead to something horrible happening to her too. A smell of innocence, that's what the master had said... so, maybe these girls weren't innocent? Were they criminals maybe? Lucy shook her head, chasing away the thoughts and slowly raised the glass to her lips. If this is what my sister would have had to do, then I better do it too.
Maggie heard The Master issue the challenge and it was so surreal it almost didn’t register. Before her recent demotion to toddlerhood, the fearless Ms Stern would have tried to lead her sisters in a solid refusal to comply with the orders; but in her new wardrobe the only thing she was fit to lead was a stuffed animal tea party. She didn't want to take the laxative but as the others contestants grimly consumed it she knew she could not afford to be singled out after her recent crushing humiliation. Reluctantly, she raised the glass to her lips and downed the thick, putrid liquid; she began to tremble, feeling real fear for the first time in a long time. She felt her remaining hubris and self respect drain from her as she took the laxative and emptied the glass.
Brittany swallowed back the thick, creamy liquid, gagging at the taste. To her dismay, she noticed the thick, gooey concoction was sticking to her tongue. “Bllek! That stuff tastes awful,” she whined, smacking her lips together and lashing her tongue against the roof of her mouth to try and expunge it’s horrible flavor from her mouth.
Destiny realized as she felt her insides churning, that it wasn’t a bluff. She looked around at the other contestants, looking for a sign that they were in just as much, if not more, distress than her, but if they were, they seemed to be hiding it better, probably because they didn't have a freshly-tanned bottom making them feel especially helpless.
Lucy drained the glass, grimacing at the taste of the strange concoction. Nothing to do now but wait I suppose, Lucy thought to herself, watching the others drain and lower their glasses one by one. If these were laxatives, like the master had said, then surely he'd provide restroom facilities for the guests... surely?
'Oh, God,' Destiny whimpered to herself, wrapping her arms around her churning stomach. 'Don't let me be the first one!' If he had really given them laxatives, and had really spanked her and baby-fied Margret, she had no doubt he would make the loser incontinent. She looked frantically over at Margret, and the bulging diaper between her legs. She couldn't wear one of those! She'd never get an acting job if she had to wear big, baggy clothes all the time to try to hide that!
Brittany forced herself to sit ramrod straight in her seat, sweating and clenching her cheeks, her buttocks gripping each other as tightly as a drowning man clutching a life-preserver. She thought about every disgusting dirty diaper she had ever changed. The idea that she might someday be the one with the big, gooey load in the seat of her pants had never occurred to her. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen to girls who were as pretty as her. She imagined how it would feel with a big, stinky pile in her pants… With a grunt, she redoubled her efforts to stay clean.
Lucy's stomach gurgled disdainfully as she felt the green liquid make its way through her system. Bending forward, she grasped at her stomach, a sharp pain rushing through her tummy. "Excuse me... umm Master, sir. Umm... where would the facilities be located, please?" Always be polite, that's what her mother had taught her, and even if he was rude in return, at least she had asked.
“The facilities are off limits until the end of the contest, Ms. Smith,” the master explained with a smile.
Lucy went pale. “You mean…?”
“Potties are for winners, dear,” he smiled, delighting as Lucy turned white and crossed her legs.
Margret clenched her buns and shifted in her seat, the thick diaper shifting beneath her. The Master’s threat to make the loser diaper dependent for life didn't sound plausible-- but nothing that had happened so far could be deemed plausible. Hell, she thought, an hour ago I wouldn’t have thought it “plausible” that I’d be sitting here dressed up like an oversized Betsy Wetsy doll, but…
The room went silent but for the occasional gasp, grunt or moan, and the almost constant shifting of legs. Suddenly, there emerged an enormously noisy fart, louder than a whoopee cushion blasted into a megaphone. There was a gasp, and all eyes turned to adorable Lucy, who sat blushing.
“’Scuse me,” she whispered, drawing chuckles from her fellow contestants.
The master came to her side. “Lucy…” he asked sternly, “did you have an accident?”
She shook her head stiffly, but the Master simply pulled her forward in her seat a bit, reached behind her and pulled out the waistband of her pants. She realized with a blush that he was checking her panties like she was a toddler with a loaded diaper!
“Nope, still clean,” he chuckled, letting the waistband snap back across Lucy’s buns and making her yelp.
Maggie had strong digestive system as a vegan health nut and hoped she could hold strong but a queasy churning started swiftly and she began to sweat and shift in her seat from one position to another as her ridiculous crinolines swished and swayed nosily.
Brittany was grunting softly to herself, her hair matted to her face with sweat. She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer—but she couldn’t poop her pants; she just couldn’t! She hadn’t yet considered the possibility that she could wind up incontinent… but with an impending mess ready to explode into the seat of her pants, she was now forced to confront grim reality. With mounting horror, she thought about having to go through life like one of the kids she took care off. As disgusting as the thought of having “accidents” in her pants was, it was nowhere near as frightening to her as the thought of being out of control… of being so helpless she literally couldn’t even keep her pants clean.
She felt a sharp cramp followed by a noisy gurgle from her stomach. She squealed and shot up out of her seat, legs crossed tightly. She reached behind herself and clutched her backside, hopping from foot to foot in a desperate potty dance, squeezing her cheeks together with all her might. “Oh god,” She moaned desperately.
Brittany’s expression went blank… a massive, mushy farting noise came from the seat of her shorts drawing looks from the other contestants. Brittany gasped, feeling a slick wetness between her cheeks. She knew all was lost—that it was mere prelude to what was coming next. Sill she fought, grunting and clenching her cheeks as tightly as they’d go. She could feel the others watching her like buzzards, just waiting for her to go first so they could end their own torment.
She redoubled her efforts, putting everything she had into one last mighty clench of her buns. If she could just hold out a tad longer…. She strained and moaned and grunted: ‘Uh! Ah! Oh! Ee!”
There was a noisy, gaseous explosion—Brittany screeched as she began to mess herself uncontrollably, the poopy load surging wetly into the back of her pants with a noisy bubbling fart. She grunted, another bowel spasm pushing out further mushy mess into her pants.
“Oh my god!” she moaned, barely restraining the urge to retch as she felt the load squish into the seat of her pants. She could feel it there, all hot and gooey and mushy… It plastered her cheeks and filled her crack. Worse, the stench was incredible, enveloping her in the wretched, poopy smell she knew and hated so much. “Eeewww!” she cried, her hands flapping uselessly in front of her like wounded birds.
She turned to the master, tears beginning to streak her face. “Please let me try again!” She begged. “Please don’t make me incontinent! Please give another chance!”
The master smiled. “Sorry sweetie… but you know I can’t do that!”
“But it’s not fair!” Brittany whined, stomping a foot in frustration. “This can’t happen to me! I…” There was another gurgle, another sharp cramp in her stomach, and a sickening fullness in her rump. “Oh no!” she cried, moments before she doubled over, eliciting another nasty, mushy load with a sizable fart. The weight in her underwear doubled, and Brittany broke down into defeated sobs.
Destiny groaned as a cramp hit her, doubling her over. The end was already quite near, she could tell. She watched the other girls, who were starting to show signs of distress, but, she thought, not nearly as much as she was. Tears started to well up in her eyes again at the unfairness of it all. Why had she even come here?! She should have just stayed home! She'd already gotten spanked, and she was about to mess her pants, and...
She let out a sigh of relief as she saw the seat of Brittany's pants expand outward, rendering her the loser. She felt a little sorry for her, but she was glad it wasn't her, especially since it was a matter of moments before the next cramp hit her, and she felt her body betray her, filling her already slightly wet panties with a pile of warm mush, pushed firmly against her red bottom by her tight shorts. She didn't want to announce what had just happened, but she couldn't help a disgusted, "Eww!" escaping from her mouth as her nose wrinkled. She could feel the mess squishing out of her panties and into her shorts, which she was sure were showing the stain quite well, and were now ruined.
Destiny felt very much like a naughty little kid. She'd been spanked, and had an accident in her pants, and now she felt like she was about to be pulled in front of her mother by her babysitter and forced to confess, so she could get another spanking. Except, of course, that this was what she was supposed to do. Without a bathroom, this was what they all had to do. She didn't know what the Game Master's deal was, but he was obviously a very sick person, with a lot of power. And, like it or not, she was under his control. On TV. She had just pooped her pants on television. She couldn't help but feel a little sick at that, but what was worse was she had no idea what else she was going to find herself subjected to here.
It was not long until Margret’s resistance failed and she pooped her diaper. On some level Maggie was grateful for the diaper and the limited privacy the full but short petticoats gave. Here she was: Ms. Stern, the most feared and vocal voice in a new wave of militant feminism having a poopy accident in an infantile party dress on national TV. She knew her career could never recover. She had crossed over from a role model and icon to a contemptible punch line.
Lucy gasped, the pain moving downwards, tears forming in her eyes. With a large gas emission, Lucy voided her bowels, messing her panties completely. Tears flowed from her eyes, upset at having lost, certain she had been the first one out. Slowly raising her head, Lucy looked around the room, only to see Brittany in a much worse state.
She sighed with relief. Maybe she wasn't the first one to lose. Standing up, she awkwardly walked towards Brittany, the load in her pants feeling disgusting as she moved. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she hesitantly asked, "Are you okay?"
Brittany gave her a piteous look of fear and confusion. “I had to go….” She finally declared quietly.
The Master howled with laughter, a cacophony of farting and squishing erupting throughout the room, savoring the expression as each prissy, snooty woman unloaded explosively into her panties (or diaper in poor Maggie’s case.) They were each disgusted and humiliated… but he also knew each one was thankful, safe in the knowledge that they were still better off than poor Brittany.
Every eye in the room went to Alice. The tough business woman was living up to her reputation—aside from looking slightly sweaty, disheveled, and stiff; she gave no outward sign of her discomfort aside for the occasional shift in her seat. She looked like she’d had to walk up a few flights of stairs or had to run to catch a train… looking at her, you would have never guessed the immaculately dressed beauty was struggling to contain a massive load of explosive diarrhea.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Master smirked, “looks like we have a winner!”
The other contestants looked on jealously, vividly aware of the big, stinky loads in their pants. The Master smiled at Alice. “Now, my dear,” he said, “what is your fondest wish?”
She looked up at him, sweat dribbling down her face. She was trying to maintain her dignity, but she was shifting and squirming at an almost constant rate now. “Potty,” she finally managed quietly, her frantic desperation increasing by the second.
“I’m sorry, my dear, could you repeat that a little louder?” The Master asked sadistically.
“Potty!” Alice shouted. “Oh, dear sweet God, someone please get me something to poop in!”
“Your wish is my command,” The Master said whimsically, snapping his fingers. In an instant, an over sized pink plastic potty appeared in the center of the room. All eyes were once again on the horrified Alice.
The potty looked so inviting, innocently so… but people were watching, possibly millions. She could hear her stomach gurgle and the heavy, burning weight in her rump was getting too intense. Sweat dripped down her neck, running down her back, sending a shiver along her spine, forcing her to straighten momentarily. Such a mistake, the pressure off her back causes the poor tightly clenched but failing ring of muscle to flex, just enough for a small trickle of sticky, oozing mess to venture out against the barrier of the cloth. Terror, cold and plain, riveted her to the spot; she could feel the damp, hot spot, sticking to her behind, made worse by sweat and the knowledge that many eyes watching. Alice began to tremble, holding on for this long was certainly not good for the system, she knew. ‘Then get rid of it!’ a small voice echoed in the back of her mind, the voice of primal, uncaring human nature. ‘Just take a shit! Who cares who sees?!’
‘I care!” Her ego cried. Clenching harder, the clock ticking, time running out, Alice tried to decide if she had enough strength left for a run to the bathroom. ‘I’m a strong, professional woman, they can't break me!’ The rumbling intensified within, the walls of her bowels were rebelling against her, her straining buns trembling, glistening with sweat... The wet, sticky gob between them gooey between her buttocks, she was vividly aware that the main load would feel worse so much worse. But the potty would fix that, no mess, no terrible sticky feeling, just cool, clean relief… with millions of eyes watching, through their TVs, through computer, iphones, in their home, workplaces, on the subways, each with a front row seat to her humiliation.
Limping across stage, in front of the camera, the other remain contestants and the Game Master, Alice popped the button on her beautiful designer jeans and pull them to her ankles, kicking them off across the room. Now standing in her underwear, a blush spread across her cheeks; she knew there must be a stain showing at the back of her silk panties. The action of removing her pants, compressed her stomach, increasing her urge. The potty sat before her, innocent, sturdy and horrifying. She could barely take in her surrounding as she carefully swung a leg over the plastic bowl. Misjudging the distance, she fumbled while sitting-- a fatal mistake. She felt her butt cheeks spread, a cue for her poor abuse anus to release. Time slowed; as she attempted to reposition herself, a heavy gush squirted forth, narrowly missing the bowl of the potty and leaking down the side. She barely notice as even this small piece of relief was heavenly, certainly enough to overcome her embarrassment. Alice slammed her backside down hard on the bowl, feeling the cold comfort of the plastic against her ass, not even caring for the sticky, foul smelling mess that had seeped the side of the chair and now smeared her left leg. Alice settled in and simply let go.
Alice exploded. The tiny hole at her base relaxed and the pent up ooze bubbles forth in a cacophony of gas and splattering thuds into the waterless depths of the potty. She could feel the soft, gooey mess erupting forcefully out and past her body to hit the plastic bowl beneath her, pooling there, with heat creeping up and warming her poor abused bum. It was heaven-- even the foul-smelling bursts of gas which accompanied it brought sweet relief. And it just kept coming! Wave after wave, with cramps rising and subsiding, a small leak of her bladder causing a gush which drenched the filth in the bowl, adding more to the heap. As the cramps finally subsided, a stench began to rise from the bowl. She took a deep breath, realization suddenly sinking in—‘I just took the biggest, most explosive crap of my life—and the entire country was watching!” Cheeks burning red, eyes thick with tears she looked up and spoke. “I'm finished…”
The Master tossed Alice a roll of toilet paper. Cheeks blazing bright red, she tore off a wad and reached beneath herself to begin gingerly cleaning her delicate back passage.
“Quite the performance,” the Master said smugly, “I’m sure the viewers at home loved it too!”
Alice grimaced and blushed, radiating pure hate. The last thing she needed was to be reminded of the disgusting and degrading spectacle she’d made of herself, nor of the potentially millions of people who had just watched it. She wanted nothing more than to punch this jerk in his self-satisfied face.
But she knew there would be dire consequences if she even tried, so she swallowed her rage and continued wiping the sticky, gooey mess from her behind and stewing in her own anger and humiliation.
Ironically, the other contestants watched her enviously. Shifting from foot to foot, trying to acclimate to the huge, heavy messes in their pants, they would have gladly endured Alice’s humiliation, and then some, to have spared themselves this indignity… especially Brittany, who was now sobbing at the thought of being incontinent. Lucy stiffly tried to comfort her, vividly aware of the mushy mess currently plastered over her own butt.
“Well ladies, all in all a very successful evening, wouldn’t you say?”
The contestants moaned or grunted in response, each one too busy wallowing in her own misery to muster up an answer. Alice had finished cleaning her rump and was now busy cleaning the smear she’d left on her leg. With a snap of the master’s fingers, the potty and the mess disappeared into thin air as quickly as it had appeared in the first place.
“Now,” he continued, reveling in their embarrassment, “Ms. Stern, you need a fresh diaper, so you stay here while we get that ready for you.”
Maggie sulked and pouted, but simply nodded sullenly in response. The messy mudslide in her diapers had effectively taken the fight out of her… for the moment anyway.
“You too, Ms. Philips,” he said to the sobbing Brittany. “The rest of you are free to return to the living quarters for the evening… and might I suggest a shower, ladies? You’re beginning to smell a bit ‘off,’ if you know what I mean,” he chuckled, delighted with his own wit.
Destiny, Lucy, and Alice took the opportunity without hesitation. A maid appeared to lead the way, and they shuffled off slowly behind her, trying to minimize the movement of their derrieres to avoid squishing the poopy loads any further.
Once they were gone, the master reached into a nearby chest and removed a wide plastic mat, which he spread out on the floor. Making eye contact with Maggie, he pointed firmly to it without saying a word.
For a moment she simply stared uncomprehendingly. Then, all at once, his intentions came clear to her, and she turned pale. She looked up into his face pleadingly, and knew that he was absolutely serious. This… this bastard intended to give her a dirty diaper change!
“… But…” she began piteously, her voice high and whiney at the injustice of it.
“Right now young lady,” he said sternly.
Maggie pouted and whimpered and stamped her foot, but the master didn’t budge an inch. Reluctantly, she lowered herself to its plastic surface, nearly retching when she felt the load squishing under her now Kardashian-esque booty, spreading across her cheeks and oozing up her crack. She realized, with some small satisfaction, that the Master was going to have his work cut out for him getting her poopy tushy clean again. Watching him gather supplies from a cabinet, she spitefully planted her entire weight onto her rump and wriggled her cheeks in the muddy mess, squishing it around as much as possible. Part of her knew it was childish and pathetic, but she was desperate to maintain a certain level of defiance… she still had her principals, after all, poopy diapers or not.
“OK,” he said, setting the supplies nearby and taking a spot between her legs, “let’s check the damage.”
He undid the tapes and folded the front of the diaper down, whistling as the mess came into view. The load itself had been massive and mushy to begin with, but Maggie’s squishing and grinding had spread it all across her butt-cheeks and caked it thickly into the crack. The back panel of the diaper had been stained almost up to the waist band. “That’s a very big mess,” the Master chuckled, taking a wet wipe and diving right into the job of cleaning her up.
Maggie blushed warmly. She’d tried to make the job as disgusting as possible… but this lunatic actually seemed to be enjoying himself.
Then again, maybe it was just her embarrassment he was enjoying… Maggie pouted and blushed, her button nose twitching at the smell of her own poop. It did feel wonderful to get cleaned up, but the embarrassment of the entire situation—being cleaned up and diapered after an messy accident, and by a man to boot!—was just too much to endure. She was also vividly aware that the entire scene was being watched by Brittany, but Maggie knew she had problems of her own to worry about.
“Oh what a messy baby,” the Master chided her, discarding another used wipe for a fresh one. “What a messy baby with a big, stinky bottom!” he chuckled, giving her butt-crack a firm wipe with the cool cloth, making her shiver and blush. It was a thoroughly degrading experience… all the more when she found herself becoming aroused. The militantly lesbian Margret was now forced to confront the alarming possibility it wasn’t just her body that the master had changed… either that, or she was actually aroused by getting a diaper change… she wasn’t sure which was worse.
Finally, he had her poopy badonkadonk cleaned off, and it was time for the Vaseline. “Bottoms up!” he chuckled, hoisting Margret’s ankles into the air above her, drawing a squawk of shock and outrage. She fumed when he began working the gooey gel into her seat, coating each cheek thoroughly, and plastering her butt crack with it, her toes curling with humiliation when he thoroughly greased her butt-hole. And through it all, Maggie found herself more and more turned on.
The powder came next… in her highly aroused daze, Maggie felt him patting it first into her rump, then lowering her legs to repeat the process on her front. The sensation was like nothing she’d ever experienced, tangling her insides into a knot of humiliation and arousal. She’d never felt so deliciously, delightfully feminine. The arousal was building and building inside her—she could feel herself coming up to an earth-shattering climax…
The diaper was pulled tightly between her legs, thick and bulky, the heavy padding muting her pleasure like cotton in an ear. She gave an indignant squeal as she found herself diapered again. She gave the Master an outraged look.
“There now… you’re all ready to go to bed!”
“But…”
“Now, young lady!” and with a snap of his fingers, she vanished.
When she opened her eyes, Maggie was in a darkened room. Momentarily frightened and disoriented, she was blind until her eyes could adjust to the darkness. Feeling around her, she realized she was seated on a thick mattress, surrounded by soft pillows. She slowly stretched her hand out, quickly coming into contact with something solid. She touched it, put her fingers around it and ran them slowly down the entire length. Some kind of wooden bar, stretching from the base of the mattress and high above her—higher than she could stretch her arm from this seated position. There was a similar rail beside than one, and another and another…
With a sinking heart, she realized where she was… her eyes adjusted to the dark, quickly confirming her suspicions… She’d been imprisoned in a giant crib! Outraged, Margret furiously punched the mattress. How dare they treat her like this?! Worse, she was still aroused from her diaper change. The physical arousal was still coursing through her, and the more she remembered her humiliation at the master’s hands, the stronger it became.
Soon, she couldn’t contain it any longer… she reached down the front of her diapers and began to masturbate guiltily…
Brittany squirmed under the Master’s gaze and that damn grin of his. “And last, but not least, we come to the very stinky Ms. Philips.”
‘Who’s he talking to?’ she wondered briefly, before remembering the audience at home. The realization just made her blush even harder.
“First, let’s clear one thing up—although you no doubt don’t feel any difference, you’re now totally incontinent of both bowel and bladder.”
“Oh God no!” she whined, breaking into sobs once more.
“Oh yes!” he said, practically cackling with devilish delight, “and now you have a choice to make.”
She looked up, sobbing and quivering. In his hand, he held a small, plastic square. She broke down once more when she realized it was a diaper. “No!” she cried, “please! I can’t wear that!”
“I can’t make you, of course,” he replied, “but your housemates might not be too pleased with you leaving smelly puddles everywhere. So now you must choose:
“You can go without diapers and instantly become the least popular girl in the house. Or, you can wear the diapers—but you will be unable to change yourself, and will be dependent on others to do it for you.”
She cried even harder. This just wasn’t fair! “Please! I can’t wear diapers, I just can’t! I…” She trailed off, feeling a strange, warm tickling feeling below her waistband. She looked down and gasped at the large wet patch growing on the crotch of her shorts. She was wetting her pants!
She grunted and moaned and sobbed, trying to clench up and re-gain some control, but it was no use, and Brittany could only stand there wetting down her legs until she was finished.
She looked over to the master, who stood in front of the plastic mat expectantly. Inside Brittany was at war with herself—could she really allow herself to be put back in diapers? And go around begging changes from people? The thought was too awful to contemplate! Then again, did she really have another choice? He’d said she could fix herself if she got won another challenge… and if she alienated the other players by leaving “puddles,” she might not be around long enough to do that. She had to go along.
Brittany forced herself to lie on the mat, whimpering as the mess squished beneath her. She lay back and tried not to squirm as he pealed her shorts and undies off, depositing them into the nearby trash. Brittany couldn’t help but think he was throwing away a piece of herself with them.
She forced herself to lie still as he wiped her clean with the cool cloth, which she reluctantly admitted felt much better. She blushed when he lifted her legs to powder her tushy, realizing she must look just like one of the kids at daycare—and on national TV, too! It was by far the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her.
Before she knew it, the Master had her sealed in tightly. Brittany stood, looking down at herself in dismay… the diaper was huge and bulky and could surely contain any accidents she may have. But it crinkled loudly, made her butt stick out behind her, and was way too big to fit under any of her clothes. It was, in other words, totally infantile, and Brittany realized how ridiculous she must have looked, even before she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked like a beautiful, modern 23 year old woman… Except that down below her waist, she was wearing a massive, puffy diaper… one that looked exactly like something a baby in her daycare would wear.
“Now off you go, young lady,” the Master said, delivering a hard swat to the beautiful blonde’s heavily padded rump, sending her running from the room, diapers crinkling loudly behind her. He watched her go, a broad grin on his face… And the best part was… this was just the beginning. He could hardly wait to see what tomorrow would bring.
END OF DAY ONE
Tune in next time for more spankings, more messy hi-jinks… and for our first vote, where you, the audience, decide who goes on and who leaves the show to begin her new life. |
It was a wonderful Monday morning. Sasuke Uchiha had heard the alarm on his phone go off and he'd just worken up. Sasuke made his way to the bathroom where he proceeded to brush his teeth and take a shower.
Once finished, the Uchiha ate an energy bar for breakfast accompanied with a large glass of water. Usually he used the toilet after eating but today he was a bit distracted. He couldn't help but think about the annoying yet adorable blonde boy he recently began dating.
Sasuke had been in love with Naruto almost since the moment they met, so this past month has felt like a dream come true. Sasuke is known for maintaining a stoic face, but being around Naruto made his act different and he kind of liked it. After daydreaming for a few minutes, he glanced at the clock and realized it was time to leave for school.
While walking to school Sasuke realized something horrible, he forgot to use the bathroom. Walking wasn't helping the problem. With each step the liquid inside of his bladder would swish around. He had to bend slightly at the waist to contain the urine. Sasuke was thankful once finally arriving at school.
Most people would have immediately ran to the restroom, but not an Uchiha. People would see weakness if he showed how desperate he was, so he decided he'd just have to wait until lunch. It wasn't that bad anyway...
Once arriving at his locker Sasuke saw a certain blond standing there waiting for him.
The simple sight sent Sasuke's heart aflutter. Then, he realized he was still slightly bent over so he immediately stood up straight and tried to look normal, hoping that Naruto wouldn't notice.
The only problem was that now it was difficult to hp;d om the urine. Sasuke made sure not to allow the strain to show on his face though. He had to look cool and sexy at all times and looking like you are about to pee your pants in front of your boyfriend was neither sexy or cool.
"Ready for class?" Naruto asked, snapping Sasuke out of his thoughts.
"Of course!" Sasuke responded.
They had been walking to Kakashi-sensei's classroom when Naruto stopped at the drinking fountain. The sound and sight of water running was killing Sasuke, he quickly turn away trying to distract himself. He couldn't help it, he crossed one leg over to prevent any leaking.
"You want some too?" Naruto offered, motioning toward the fountain.
"N-n-no thanks." Sasuke stuttered. He was beginning to worry his usually calm demeanor was crumbling. The only thing on his mind was peeing. It took all of his strength to not begin wiggling right there. Naruto and Sasuke then continued walking to class.
While on their way to class, Naruto kept sneaking glances at Sasuke. Something was odd about him today, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was. Sasuke was walking quite stiffly all morning and he even stuttered. Naruto is a bit dense though so he didn't yet realize Sasuke had to pee.
Sasuke was beginning to panic in his mind. 'I have to pee. I really have to pee!'
The two boys then arrive at the classroom just as the bell rings.
Sasuke was slightly relieved. He thought that being able to sit would allow him to discreetly grab himself and prevent any urine from slipping out. Kakashi-sensei was going on and on about something, but Sasuke was too distracted to care. He then began to tap his foot, hoping the distraction would help occupy his mind.
This action however, did not go by unnoticed. After this Naruto figured out why Sasuke's been acting so weird. The answer actually made his chuckle a bit. Sasuke had to pee...pretty badly too. Most of the time Naruto didn't see Sasuke as being human, but some extremely advanced species. Naruto forgot that Sasuke actually has human needs, one being he has to use the toilet.
Sasuke having to pee wasn't only surprising but also a bit arousing. To see the stoic Uchiha so vulnerable for once was absolutely adorable.
Sasuke started to move a bit in his seat. Why did he have to forget to use the toilet this morning, he was even in the bathroom! Now it was only an hour until lunch though and he was confident he could hold it until then. Sasuke realized that he could ask Kakashi to use the restroom but the thought of everyone knowing he has to go and Naruto learning the cause of his strange behavior was just too embarrassing. The mere thought caused Sasuke to blush slightly. It was decided, he'd just have to wait until lunch. Then to his relief, the bell rang.
Sasuke waited until everyone else in the class left so that they wouldn't see him struggling to get up. He slowly stood and gasped, feeling a spurt come out. He headed out the door ready to dart for the toilet, his bladder pulsating in anticipation of sweet relief that was only seconds away. For the first time in his life though when he saw Naruto, his heart dropped.
"Time for lunch." Naruto said cheerfully, grabbing Sasuke's arm.
Sasuke didn't even have time to comprehend what was going on before Naruto dragged him to the cafeteria. The worst part was, they passed a restroom on their way and Sasuke heard a toilet flush. Despite his best efforts, he let out a pained whimper.
It took everything he had for Naruto to not smile. He had seen the look in Sasuke's eyes when he left the classroom. Relief was in Sasuke's grasp and Naruto cruelly snatched it away.
Once they arrived at the cafeteria and took a seat, Naruto excused himself to get lunch for the both of them.
When Naruto was out of view Sasuke took both of his hands and placed them on his lower abdomen, tenderly rubbing his poor, aching bladder. Sasuke was slightly take aback when he felt how full it was.
Sasuke was worried, he thought that at this point his body might let go without his permission. Sasuke was in such a daze that he hadn't even heard Naruto walk back.
The sound of Naruto placing the trays on the table caused Sasuke to jump from being startled. The momentary loss of control caused his bladder and a small stream leaked out of him. His blood ran cold. He immediately reached for his crotch and the blushed crimson once he realized he was still in school, in front of everyone, including Naruto. On the inside, Sasuke was dying but on the outside he simply smiled through the pain.
"Great you're back with the food." He said, trying to distract himself from his bladder yet again. Sasuke wondered if Naruto had noticed his problem yet.
Naruto thought that Sasuke looked irresistible. His flushed face was adorable, but the fact that he was still trying to mask his need at this stage was the cutest thing of all. Actually Naruto was enjoying this so much he wanted to push Sasuke even further. While getting their lunches, he had brought back lemonade.
"Here you go." Naruto said, grinning at Sasuke while passing him some lemonade.
It so closely resembled urine. Something that caused his bladder to thrash around and threaten to release. He looked at Naruto and gave him a look that said 'I have to pee.' He hoped that Naruto would understand this without him having to actually say anything.
Naruto was clueless as usual though and just looked at Sasuke strangely. He then asked, "Sasuke, are you alright?"
Before even thinking Sasuke yelled, "OF course I'm not alright! I've never had to pee this badly in my life!" Immediately after he covered his mouth in shock. Had he just announced his desperate need for the whole world to hear? Thankfully there was so much noise in the cafeteria that only Naruto and a few others heard. Sasuke turned to look at his boyfriend.
"I'm sorry,I didn't mean to yell. I've just been holding it in for so long." Sasuke said, hoping Naruto to understand.
"Then go." Naruto said, trying to help.
Sasuke wanted to, he desperately wanted to, but his need had gotten to the point that he'd lose control of his bladder immediately trying to stand. He didn't want to admit this to Naruto, but he also didn't want to wet his pants in front of them.
"Um, could you help me to the bathroom." Sasuke whispered, sounding a bit like a child. "I won't make it otherwise." Just then another stream trickled out of Sasuke, this time a longer one and dripped down his left pants leg. "Please?" he added.
Naruto took Sasuke's hand and helped him up. Then, they headed to the nearest bathroom, all the while Sasuke keeps one hand on his crotch.
Once they finally arrived, Sasuke ran inside to the nearest urinal and relaxed. It felt amazing and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan. He was more pleasured now than he had ever been masturbating. He peed for what felt like an eternity and then zipped himself up and washed his hands. Once out he greeted Naruto, wearing his usual stoic face again.
"This never happened." Sasuke said looking at Naruto.
"Of course." Naruto responded. They began walking back to the cafeteria. "But..you did look pretty cute." he added
"Shut up!" Sasuke said, the blush on his cheeks revealing his embarrassment.
Please go easy on me, this is the second omorashi story I've ever written. Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated. :)
Edited November 23, 2012 by Tina5422
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This is the prologue to this story, it basically just introduces you to the character. Alexis Yates is a fallen angel reborn as a mortal; however in the next chapter she will accidently regain her "grace". That doesn't necessarily mean she will become a "good" angel though;)
From a distance, she was nothing more than a jet of light, hurtling through the cold vacuum of space. Within proximity of her near annihilating presence you could make out the figure of an angel, a literal angel. She was beautiful, even as she defied the theory of relativity and shot through space like a bullet, moving at several light-years a minute. Her hair and raven like wings dangled upwards around her. It felt like wind was whipping at her body but in reality it was her “Grace” being torn from her “fallen” body during her descent from grace. Her eyes grew dim as they gazed up at the stars.
Eventually she cut through the Earth’s atmosphere. The air around her began to heat up and her body began to shrink as if her body was being burned away in the entry. Rather than revolve around the planet as she entered its orbit her body plummeted in a direct plummet towards a field in Northern Illinois. Upon impact she became nothing more than an infant, helplessly lying in the crater she had created. Within seconds of impact she lost consciousness of who she was, what she was. In that moment she had become the infant she resembled, unaware of the world, ignorant to any form of knowledge, she was devoid of maturity, reasoning and purpose.
Sixteen years Later
Alexis Yates was the perfect specimen. At age sixteen she was at peak physical condition, with the endurance, strength and speed of an Olympic athlete. Beyond that she was at the top of her class and had already had a hefty amount of college credits lined up for her. In fact she was practically guaranteed a full scholarship to any Ivy League college of her choice. The icing on the cake; however, was her breathtaking, natural beauty. Long brown hair, that looked red in a certain light, fell past her shoulders. Long, silky legs accounted for her 5’9 height. Despite her strength her toned arms were surprisingly slender as they led to her soft hands with French nails. Ample breasts and butt gave voluptuous curves to her otherwise slender build. Ruby red lipstick and the faintest trace of black mascara were the only trace of make-up on her porcelain face.
Almond brown eyes pleaded with the clock to move faster. From beneath the yellow short sleeved mini-dress/uniform and white mini-apron Lexi’s bladder was begging to void itself. She crossed her legs, one leg making a flamingo like motion almost. For the moment she was allowed to hide behind the counter, eventually, however, a customer would enter and she would be forced to regain her composure and greet said customer.
Of course a group of customers entered the small diner sooner, rather than later. She bit the inside of her lip lightly and slowly uncrossed her legs. She grabbed her pen and pad before slowly shuffling towards the booth they took a seat in. Her black converse sneakers barely left the tile floor and between each step her thighs pressed tightly against each other. She forced a convincing smile as the group of people noticed her presence.
“Hello, my name is Lexi, and I will be taking your order today. Would you like to start with something to drink?” She barely focused on their replies, just managing to jot down their desired beverages before scampering off to the counter. She quickly pulled out four glasses and crossed her legs tightly. She filled each glass with the desired soft drinks; the liquids pouring from the dispensers as they splashed into the containers were killer on her bladder. She pressed her hand against her lap, adding pressure to her urethra.
Finally as the last glass was filled to a reasonable level she set them on a tray, delicately uncrossed her legs and began her slow gait towards the four friends. She made sure her pace was graceful, so not as too drop the drinks. Unfortunately, she had to forfeit her control over her bladder and had only her sphincter muscles to clench down and keep herself dry. She felt a spurt find itself into her panties. She froze. The warmth spread as the urine seeped into the underwear. With a blush on her face she regained her composure and kept walking as another spurt threatened to release itself.
She set the tray down on a free table and quickly distributed the drinks wanting to desperately get back to holding herself. “Do you want more time to order?” She asked sweetly.
“Yes, please.” They said gratefully. She nodded with a smile and took up the tray, slowly heading back to her post behind the counter. Another spurt moistened her panties further, despite her efforts to keep her urine contained. She grit her teeth and picked up the pace as she took refuge behind the counter. She trembled as both hands found themselves pressed tightly into her crotch.
Five minutes passed before she deciding to go back and check up on the table. “Are you ready to order?” She asked politely.
“As a matter of fact we are.”
“Ok, go on.” She smiled, though she found herself tapping her foot in order to keep from soaking herself then and there. As she jotted down their orders a third spurt soaked her panties. She blushed but didn’t bring attention to herself. Two orders down, two to go. She thought to herself. She curled her toes halfway through the third order and pressed her thighs together. Finally the last of the friends began to recite his order. Another spurt was released. A few drops of urine slowly descended down her thigh, sparkling in the light. Thankfully they went unnoticed as she finished the order and dashed to the counter. She placed the pad on the wheel and spun it around the kitchen before taking a seat on the stool.
She crossed her legs at the ankle, knowing to do so further up while sitting down would jostle the bladder. She sat up, at a relaxed postured, placed both hands in her lap and nonchalantly added pressure to her crotch. Fortunately, while the urine from her panties soaked through the dress the apron hid the small stain. She tried to be discreet with her desperation but eventually found herself scissoring her legs. Tears began to brim in her eyes as she trembled trying to contain herself.
“Order up!” The announcement very nearly ended up with her soaking herself.
She quickly went to the window to find the head chef/manager.
“Hey, listen. It’s a slow day, so after you deliver this order why don’t you take a ten minute break?”
“Thank you.” Lexi blurted out as she grabbed the tray of food and navigated her way to the booth. She didn’t even try to hide her desperation. Her legs were pressed tightly together and her feet were spread as she shuffled her way over to the table. She set down the tray and began to sort the food as urine started to dribble out. Her urethra prickled before hot pee began to trickle down her thigh. Beads of urine descended in plain sight, glistening against her skin. She didn’t draw any attention to the sight as she distributed the food. A leak of urine was visible just as she set the final plate of food down. The small stream was noticeable as is cascaded down her leg. She blushed but said nothing as she turned and tried to run to the bathroom.
She froze a few after only a few steps. Her legs pressed against each other tightly, her knees bent and she doubled over, tucking both hands against her skirt, her toes curled up and her eyes tightened shut. It was futile. Hot pee began to pour from her urethra, soaking her butt and the back of the skirt as streams began to gush down her legs. Pee began to fall from her skirt, drizzling on the ground as it formed a puddle. A dark glistening wet patch managed to show through the apron where she held herself and her own hands were soaked with the hot pee. Golden rivulets raced down her calves and into her shoes. The stream finally died down to a dribble and she felt to her knees and cried.
Her hands pressed against the ground , sending ripples in the puddle of pee. Drops of urine still trickled off her legs and added to the puddle. Even her tears contributed. Finally the manager helped her to her feet. Streams of urine fell from her legs as he led her to the door.
“Take the rest of the day off.” He said gingerly. She nodded and left the diner, utterly humiliated.
Tune in next installment for her finding her "grace". Anyway... please leave your criticism, suggestions and comments below:) |
Since we first began playing with omorashi my beautiful wife Kimiko has expressed a strong desire to write omorashi fiction with me, and now she has the opportunity to do so. Since English obviously isn't her first language she writes in Japanese and I translate it into English while embellishing it with more interesting language. Like most writers of omorashi fiction, Kimiko projects her fantasies onto the victim. However, her fantasies differ from mine. Rather than wanting to watch the girl's desperation, or comfort her afterwards, Kimiko wants to be the girl and suffer the humiliation herself. Consequently the girls in her stories often share her characteristics, sometimes so much that she could have just used herself and changed the name. Sometimes she does use herself. Every girl she creates has at least some of her characteristics:
1. Exceptionally beautiful. (Always, otherwise the story wouldn't be arousing. She doesn't need to go far for inspiration, just look in the mirror. If anyone is thinking “lucky bitch”, as some of you probably are, don't think it's always an advantage to be unusually attractive. She gets a lot of unwanted male attention, particularly at her local anime and manga store which is frequented by lots of young male virgins who react to a beautiful girl in a short skirt like an elephant in musth. And trust me, these aren't the sort of virgins suicide bombers await in paradise. But in a fair world, these are the sort of virgins they'd get. Justice, Dante style.)
2. Exceptionally nerdy. (I've tried to explain to her that the average woman doesn't relax by playing Starcraft 2, like most of her female characters do. Her response? “Well, I'm not an average woman, and neither is she.” Her only female friend is Kana, who also fulfils every one of these criteria. They're like identical twins. In fact, lots of people have mistaken them for sisters.)
3. Introverted. (She tried to make friends at school, but her Asperger syndrome made her seem extremely awkward. That combined with her weak bladder and envy for her looks and academic grades made her, along with Kana, a target for persistent bullying by other girls, which turned her away from social interactions entirely. She still hates social occasions with anyone but her friends with similar interests.)
4. Prone to unusual and crazy behaviour. (Asperger syndrome, and her spontaneous nature.)
5. Unaware of social conventions, resulting in embarassing mistakes. (Again, Asperger syndrome. Luckily she sees the funny side of most of her blunders after she's made them, but they still require some explanation. When we were first dating she always gave her true thoughts on me, and made no pretences otherwise. Since no one, including Kimiko, would say I was good-looking, she made a lot of very unflattering but very funny comments about my appearance. Since the comments were being made by a beautiful girl whom I loved, and they were without exception true, I thought her honesty was cute. If the genders had been reversed things may not have worked out so well.)
6. Enjoys food, but somehow remains slim and sexy. (This is probably because she mainly eats traditional food, which is much healthier than Western fare.)
7. Knows nothing about fashion, and doesn't care. (Though she wears a skirt about 97% of the time and she likes putting flowers in her hair, she really isn't very interested in traditionally feminine pursuits. She detests cosmetics and high heels, and sees shopping as a chore. She'd much sooner be playing Magic: The Gathering with other like-minded nerds, or working. “Working, I get money. Shopping, I lose money. Guess which one I prefer!”)
The point of that verbose disclaimer was that Kimiko's ideas may seem a little strange to those of you not familiar with the workings of her imagination, or the rules (so many rules) of Magic: The Gathering. I have convinced her not to make too many in-jokes and references to avoid alienating the audience, including me. In practice this usually means we write together, and I interpret things into a form more comprehensible to non-nerds (or at least people who are less nerdy, like me – you have to be a bit nerdy to be here).
Before each chapter we shall post a brief disclaimer stating the contents of each chapter: obviously “female omorashi” is going to appear a lot, but there will be other, less conventional content, such as “yuri”, “bondage” and, regrettably, “non-consensuality”. If you feel uncomfortable with any of this content, skip the section at the expense of understanding the plot (there will be one).
A pointless note: Kimiko is bisexual. This doesn't hinder her from being a faithful partner, but it does explain the strong yuri themes of the story.
Another pointless note: Kimiko is a dedicated brony (she thinks the term should apply to anyone outside the target demographic, not just men), and enjoys MLP with the children. Her interest is completely innocent - there will not be any MLP Rule 34 in this story, but several characters share her interest.
Yet another pointless note: all names will be in the Oriental order, with surname first. Since this website has a Japanese name, I doubt any of you will be ignorant enough not to know that East Asians have their names in the reverse order, but we had to be sure.
A final note: This story is very plot-heavy. The omorashi and sex scenes are interspersed with long sections of dialogue. Do not expect constant arousal.
WARNING: EXTREME NERDERY AHEAD.
Kimiko attacks me with her “Teal deer”, an unblockable blue creature. Since I have the “Logorrhea” artifact, permitting me to write verbose and meandering passages with little relevance to the topic, this deals me 1337 damage and I lose the game.
“Wait, Kimiko, that's not allowed in the rules!”
“What's Rule 1 of Magic The Gathering?”
“You do not talk about Magic The Gathering?”
She sighs. “No. If cards and rules conflict...”
“...the card always wins. I know. So why do I have to learn the rules?”
She sits back in exasperation and rolls her eyes. I am now forced to begin the story.
If you got that joke, Kimiko salutes you. There are lots more like it to come.
And now, FINALLY, the story begins.
Chapter 1
Contains female desperation, wetting and mild humiliation. (Shocked silence)
Also contains flippant criticism of Kǒng Qiū.
Miyazaki Haruko stared attentively at her laptop screen, and the game of Starcraft 2 open on it. The fingers of her left hand darted around the keyboard, while those of her right controlled the wireless mouse she had on the table. As Terrans she was embroiled in a battle of highly tactical micromanagement with her Protoss opponent, and was slowly gaining the advantage thanks to her mistressry of hotkeys and her consequential ability to continue to expand her base and army while engaged in battle. She slowly forced him/her back towards his/her initial base while her Medivacs prepared to deploy a strike force to destroy his/her probes. Within seconds of the force landing, most of the protoss player's probes were obliterated and he/she gracefully conceded the game. (I'm now longing for a gender-neutral pronoun in English.)
Emerging from her Starcraft trance, she picked up her Nexus 7 (PRODUCT PLACEMENT FTW!), which was lying on the table next to an empty cup of coffee, and dutifully checked her e-mails. She still mainly relied on her secure e-mail client for communication. She had new messages. In addition to the usual promotional offers from Steam and other gaming websites, there was a message from her husband Kei, titled “Shopping.” She opened it. The mail read:
“Haruko,
I know this is patronising, but the shops close in an hour. If you're sitting in a cafe playing games or reading manga, as I strongly suspect you are, then I suggest that you get moving soon, or we won't have anything for dinner.
Regards,
Kei.”
She looked at the clock on her Nexus 7. 20 minutes had passed already. She needed to move quickly. She shut down her laptop, which took much longer than it needed to owing to her using Windows. At that moment she really wanted the Steam client for Linux to be released a little sooner. (I warned you this was going to be very nerdy. It was co-written by Kimiko, after all.) She folded up the laptop, put it along with her Nexus 7 in her bag, put the bag across her shoulder and stood up.
Over time Haruko had perfected the art of spending as much time exploiting the free internet access and oppurtunity to read manga in peace that this cafe offered while spending as little as possible. Balancing her work as a computer technician with looking after 2 children, her husband and the house was hard work for a 25-year-old woman, and sometimes she needed a few hours to be her naturally nerdy self. She would enter, buy a black coffee, sit down on a comfortable chair by herself and relax with the manga she had brought in her bag, or open her laptop and immerse herself in gaming and anime. If anyone asked her to leave, as they often did after a while, she would buy another black coffee and drink it very slowly. Sometimes she only had 1 or 2; other times, like today, she had more. The cafe was very busy today, and the staff were very impatient. Today over the course of 2 and a half hours she had drunk 5 cups, and her bladder was starting to feel it. She put her left hand on the front of her skirt as she felt the urge which her focus on Starcraft 2 had previously suppressed. She walked towards the women's bathroom, which was only 1 cubicle, and leant against the wall. The cubicle, as usual, was engaged. She crossed her slender legs, laid both hands over the front of her skirt and gently bounced up and down while contemplating her figure in the reflective surface of the opposing wall.
Haruko was a complete nerd; that was without doubt. As a computer technician it was a necessity. But that did not stop her from being one of the most sublimely beautiful girls that you could ever hope to see, even in Japan. She was short, at 1.6 metres (although, as Kimiko repeatedly reminds me, this is above average for a Japanese woman), and her figure was slender and curved, but in a healthy way, not like the anorexia-inducing models seen in fashion magazines. Her breasts were small – about a B-cup size – but this is completely normal in Japanese women, and they perfectly suited her figure. Although her body was scintillatingly sexy, the finest thing about her was her face. It bore an innocent, childlike expression in its perfectly proportioned features, and showed its natural beauty thanks to a complete lack of cosmetics. Her hair was dark and finished at about shoulder level, and her eyes were deep brown. Her skin was between white and yellow, and was smooth and soft to the touch. Obviously Haruko didn't much like being touched by strange perverts, but in a country where chikan are ubiquitous that is sadly inevitable.
Today, as always, Haruko was dressed casually. She wore a dark jacket over a T-shirt adorned with the cast of MLP:FIM. The jacket was both to keep warm and to avoid her telling the entire world “I'm a brony!” every time she stepped outside – even in Japan where women acting below their age is more acceptable, she still got some strange looks from older people. On her lower half she wore an indecently short denim skirt finishing about halfway down her thigh, and brown flat-heeled leather boots reaching up to just below the knee. She detested high heels, and could barely walk upstairs in them. Though she was obviously unable to see this in her reflection, she was wearing white cotton panties. In her ideal world she would have gone commando, but in a skirt as short as hers that is asking for trouble.
If you really want to picture Haruko in both appearance and personality, take Kimiko, change the first 4 letters of her name and you're done. Almost everything we've said so far about Haruko, including her exploitation of cafe services, is also true of Kimiko, and her appearance is identical.
After about 3 minutes of waiting, Haruko was becoming as impatient as the shop assistants who had repeatedly asked her to leave, each time with greater annoyance as she went back for one more coffee. She really did need to go, and there were no signs of activity from inside the bathroom. She began to pace up and down the small corridor, pivoting on the heels of her boots. Eventually she stopped, knocked on the door and politely asked:
“Can you please be quick? I really need to use the bathroom.”
There was no reply. She knocked again.
“If you're conscious, please say something.”
There was still no reply. She stamped her foot in frustration, then leant against the wall again and looked at her watch. 10 minutes had passed, though her desperation had made them feel like 30. She only had half an hour until the shops closed. Desperate or not, she had to start walking now if she was going to be eating anything fresh for dinner. She squeezed her legs together and briskly walked out of the cafe, her boots making loud clacks as she stepped onto the pavement. Behind her, the shop assistants breathed a mutual sigh of relief.
She needed to inform Kei that she was on her way. Besides, sending a message would briefly take her mind off her bladder. She took out her Nexus 7, opened her e-mails and composed a brief reply.
“Kei,
I'm on my way to the shops. You don't need to set rabbit snares.
Regards,
Haruko.”
She sent the message, put her Nexus 7 back in her bag and continued to stride down the pavement. To distract herself from her bladder she contemplated her Starcraft 2 strategy. She reached a road crossing and stopped. While she was moving her urge was manageable, but as soon as she tried to stand still it became impossible not to squirm. She put her hands over the front of her skirt and paced up and down until the light turned green, then hurried across the road and continued walking. The coffee she had drunk was rushing through her faster than she had thought possible and her bladder was becoming more painful by the second. She hadn't been this desperate for months. Suddenly her desperation grew so intense that for a brief moment she thought she was about to wet her panties. She let out an anguished squeal, stopped, bent over forwards and shoved her hands into her skirt. She then bounced up and down for a few seconds before finally rising to lean against a tree, with her legs tightly crossed, panting like a puppy. A mother and her young son were standing beside her, both looking surprised.
“Mother, I think that lady really needs to use the bathroom.”
“So do I.” They both walked on, the mother eyeing her with disgust. Haruko blushed and looked down.
As her desperation slowly returned to bearable levels Haruko slowly pushed herself away from the tree and began to walk again, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed until she was once again striding towards the local supermarket which stood across the road from her current location. She overtook the mother and boy again before stopping at the road crossing. Why did the light have to be red now? She shuffled from foot to foot and squeezed her legs even tighter. While she didn't like looking like a fool, she would look even more of a fool with urine streaming down her legs, so she shuffled and squirmed like only a desperate woman can. Suddenly she experienced another excruciating spasm even worse than the one she felt before, and lurched over whimpering. Her anguished brain played with the idea of just letting it all flow down her legs, but she quickly suppressed these urges. She, a computer technician with a husband and 2 children, couldn't just pee herself on the main road 200 metres away from a bathroom. She willed herself to stand upright and once the lights turned green was once again hurrying across the road towards the supermarket. She constantly reminded herself that relief was only minutes away, but that only seemed to make her desperation worse.
When Haruko finally reached the supermarket, she looked at her watch. Despite walking much faster than she normally would do, she only had 10 minutes left before closing time. That wasn't long, but she had more urgent needs which needed to be addressed NOW. She span on the flat heel of her boot and strode down the aisle towards the toilets. When she finally saw the sign, she sighed with relief and relaxed a little. Unfortunately for her, and fortunately for the readers, her sphincter also relaxed a little. She bent over and squealed again, using all the force she could muster to clench it tight and keep her panties dry. Her hands were pressed so tightly into her groin that she felt like she was trying to push her vagina through her head, and she bounced and writhed in the unmistakable manner of a woman seconds from wetting herself. As she slowly struggled to bring herself upright, trembling from tension, she saw that most of the customers in the shop were staring at her, including the mother and her son.
“Do you think that lady's going to have an accident, Mother?” he asked.
“No, I'm not!” squealed Haruko. “Stop looking at me!” Her voice was quavering, and her eyes were welling with tears. Though her panties were still dry, she wasn't sure that she could keep them that way until she got to the bathroom. No, she could. She was an independent, adult woman. She wasn't going to humiliate herself in front of all these people. She was going to get to the bathroom with her underwear as immaculate as when she stepped out of the house 4 hours ago. She tentatively moved one trembling foot forward and placed it on the ground. She shifted her weight forward, then slowly did it again. She then stepped forward again and again, each time slightly quicker and with a little more confidence. The tears subsided, but the urge grew stronger and stronger. She didn't have long before the next spasm, and when it came she probably wasn't going to be able to hold it all back. She needed to move faster. Behind her a man emerged from the men's bathroom and stopped to look at her. Like most of the crowd surreptitiously watching her, he had no interest in omorashi; he was just interested as to whether this young lady would win the battle against her bladder, and was silently encouraging her as she walked while pretending not to watch and continue with his shopping.
One of the crowd, however, was not a passive observer. A smartly dressed and stunningly attractive young woman of similar age to Haruko moved through the crowd towards her. She shared Haruko's perfectly proportioned facial features and sublimely toned body, but stood slightly taller at 1.65cm. Her hair was shoulder-length and black, like Haruko's, and her eyes were of similar colour. Anatomically she looked like Haruko if she was a little taller, but there was a distinct difference in her deportment and dress. She held herself upright like a soldier, and had a more dignified manner about her, though it did not take much to appear more dignified than Haruko at this moment. She wore a smart brown jacket with a plain white shirt underneath, and a short black skirt finishing just above her knees, which was held tight by a belt with an unusually large buckle. Her boots were almost identical to Haruko's – while they were still brown and flat-heeled, the soles were raised a little off the ground, making her appear even taller than she was. She also carried a commodious shoulder bag, but from a much more expensive brand.
Haruko did not see this woman approaching, since she was too focused on reaching the bathroom in dry panties. She only had a few metres to go until she reached the door. Her toned, sexy legs were quivering from tension, and she was unsure as to how much longer she could keep them tense. She tried to clear her head and formulate a strategy. Having used these bathrooms many times before she knew that after she walked through the door she still had a few metres to go to reach the actual cubicles. She had to be very careful not to lose control when she took her hands out of her skirt to open the door. She would pull out 1 hand, shove the other between her legs and squeeze. She rehearsed the movements in her head. If the sign to the toilets had made her subconsciously relax, what would the sight of an actual toilet do? Maybe she should pull down her panties as soon as she entered the bathroom, in case she spurted on the way to the toilet. But what if another woman saw her? If she spurted in her panties, she'd probably get sympathy. If she pissed all over the floor with her panties round her knees, she'd just look like a freak. What she knew for certain is that she had to decide NOW.
What decision she would have made, and whether it would have saved her panties and her dignity, is moot, since at that moment she was interrupted by the young woman described a paragraph ago.
“Madam, I need to talk to you.”
Haruko replied without even looking back.
“Not now! I'm about to wet myself!”
“Madam, this is urgent.”
“Not as urgent as my bladder! Wait for me!”
With those words Haruko sped even faster towards the door, which was now only a metre away. As she did so she felt 2 hands grab her shoulders and spin her round. She shrieked, instinctively raised her hands to defend herself and landed with her knees bent inwards, in what karateka such as myself would describe as a sanchin-dachi. (Translation – useless stance which will destroy your knees.) She looked at her assailant in shock, then looked down, then up again. Her eyes filled with tears again. As she had spun round she had felt the warmth exploding into her panties, and now she felt the near-orgasmic relief as the urine she had fought to contain cascaded down her quivering legs. But she did not feel remotely relieved. She, a successful working mother, who had succeded in building a career for herself in the midst of a recession, was wetting herself like an infant in public, and she was powerless to stop the flow. Tears flowed down her flawless face and dropped into the puddle of urine growing beneath her. The young woman looked down in mild disgust as the puddle spread round her shoes, then looked up at the distraught Haruko again. Her face now bore an expression of sympathy and compassion.
“I'm so sorry, madam. I didn't realise you had to go so badly. It's just that I have something very important to tell you and-”
“Fuck off!” squealed Haruko, covering her face with her hands, as if she could block people from seeing her by blocking herself from seeing them. “Leave me alone, you bitch!”
“I said I'm sorry, and I really do have something important to tell you. I-”
“I don't care! You made me pee myself!”
“I'm sorry, madam, but what I have to tell you is more important than your panties.”
Haruko raised her head. The stream of urine flowing from her skirt had ceased, and both women were standing in her lake. Her skirt was wet in a V-shape between her legs.
“What is it, then? What's more important than my personal dignity? Clearly you know much more about my rights than I do.”
“Madam,” she whispered, “I think someone may have cracked your bank account.” (Kimiko is one of the few people who still insists that “hacker” is a compliment.)
“What! How do you know?” Haruko was screaming now, but the other woman reamined calm.
“Let's go to the bathroom and clean you up. We'll talk there where no one can overhear us.”
Haruko pulled her legs together and felt her sodden panties squelch against her genitals, and her wet skirt cling to her legs. Her bladder was still aching from the ordeal it had suffered.
“I can clean myself up, thank you! I'm not a child!”
“Well, you certainly sound like one.”
“I reckon you'd sound the same if someone had made you pee yourself in public!”
“Quiet, madam, please. And please stop cursing. There are small children here.”
Haruko looked at the shocked face of the small boy who was still watching her, and remembered her own children. She regained a little composure, and breathed deeply. The other woman spoke again.
“I am very sorry about what I did. It was stupid and rash.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a pack of tissues and a clean pair of black panties. “Here, take these and clean yourself up. I always carry them in case I have a heavy period.”
Now, I know that a considerable portion of the audience will be staring at their screens in disbelief. “Women in erotic fiction don't have periods! Where did you get your inspiration from, John and Kimiko? Real life?” Unfortunately, yes, we did, and as all you men should know, a woman having a period is a good sign, since it shows youth and fecundity. So DON'T COMPLAIN, or you will confirm your status as a crying potato (Kimiko's name for the “Forever Alone” face).
Haruko took the tissues and panties and put them in her bag. “Thank you,” she said, in genuine surprise.
“From “fuck you” to “thank you” in a minute. You do have a volatile temper.” She paused and looked thoughtful for a few seconds. “May I come into the bathroom with you? We really need to talk in private.”
Haruko looked up and down her. She looked like a civil young lady, although her request was distinctly creepy.
“Alright, then. But don't get creepy.”
She laughed. “What makes you think I'm creepy?”
“Your request is a little unusual, that's all.”
“Come on, then,” she replied. “Let's get you cleaned up.”
The woman took Haruko's soft hand in hers and began to walk towards the bathroom.
“You don't need to hold my hand – what's your name?”
She released her grip and turned round.
“Noda Tomoyuki. What's yours?”
“Miyazaki Haruko.”
Tomoyuki pushed open the bathroom door.
“After you, Haruko.”
Haruko stepped through the door, her panties squelching between her legs as she walked. She still had tracks of urine down her legs, and tears down her face. A woman in her 50s stepped round the corner from the basins and looked at Haruko with a mixture of pity and revulsion. She walked round her, opened the door and looked upon the lake of pee on the floor. She looked back at Haruko with a concerned expression, then back at the urine.
“Don't worry, madam,” said Tomoyuki. “Haruko just had a little mishap. She's going to clean herself up.”
The woman quickly departed the bathroom and edged round the pool with her back to the wall. A young male cleaner was standing on the other side, marvelling at its size.
“Whoever made this puddle must have a bladder the size of a watermelon,” he muttered, before lowering his mop and beginning the business of cleaning the mess.
Back in the bathroom Haruko was crying again. Tomoyuki stood closer to her, and placed Haruko's head on her shoulder.
“Come on, Haruko. Let's get you clean, at least.” She led her round the corner, opened a cubicle door, moved her inside and closed the door. “Now, let's see the damage.” She surveyed Haruko's beautiful body, then turned her around and surveyed her rear. “Are your feet wet, Haruko?”
Haruko nodded. “Well, it looks like you're going to need a change of everything on your lower half, and even my period isn't that heavy. I'm going to have to buy you some new clothes.”
“Thank you,” said Haruko. “But what about my bank account? Weren't we going to talk about that first?”
“Of course we were,” said Tomoyuki. “I'll tell you as you clean yourself up.”
Haruko took out the tissues, opened the packet and began to wipe her legs, dropping the sodden tissues in the toilet.
“Take your boots off,” Tomoyuki suggested. Haruko squatted down and squeaked her feet, clad in short socks which had been white but were now dyed yellow, out of her boots. She pulled off her socks and held them in her hand.
“Put your wet clothes in here,” said Tomoyuki, pulling out a plastic bag from her shoulder bag and placing it on the floor. Haruko wrung her socks into the toilet and put them in the bag, then poured the urine in her boots into the toilet and put them in the bag as Tomoyuki began to speak.
“I know it seems unlikely, but I'm actually a complete nerd,” she began, “and when I saw you playing Starcraft 2 in the cafe I sat behind you so I could watch over your shoulder. You played one of the best matches I've seen in a while – you're much better than me. Anyway, there was a man in his mid-30s sitting on the table next to me, and he was watching you as well. I thought he must have been admiring your skill as well, so I thought little of him. Once you closed Starcraft 2 my attention returned to the manga I was reading. A short while later he got out his tablet computer and leant a little closer to you. I glanced round, and saw that you were checking your e-mails. This seemed harmless enough at the time. After you left the cafe, I stood up to go myself, and as I walked past I saw that he was checking his e-mails. Being the curious person that I am, I looked a little closer, and saw that the account belonged to a woman named Haruko. He then proceeded to look through messages from her bank before accessing her bank account. I politely asked him what he was doing, and he told me that it was his wife's account which she had given him permission to use, and it was none of my business to be watching him. I realised that he might have copied your e-mail password, and so I sought to find you. I tried sending you a message, but I suppose I was blocked as spam, so I went after you in person. I had to run to catch up with you – you were walking very quickly! - and I stopped you as soon as I caught you. You need to cancel your cards, and you need to do it now.”
Haruko stood shocked, still wearing her soaked skirt and panties, as Tomoyuki told her story. Now her mind was clearer her memory was returning. When she had gone for her fifth coffee there had been a stunningly attractive young woman and a thirty-something man with glasses sitting behind her. The story might be true. She had to check. She got her Nexus 7 out of her bag again.
“I'll turn away while you enter your details.”
Tomoyuki turned round and let Haruko stab her banking password in. She waited in suspense for several seconds before checking her recent purchases. At the top of the list, above the 5 coffees, were new purchases: subscriptions to a website. Haruko was blissfully unacquainted with the seedy underside of the Web, but she knew that a subscription to “sexygirlsomorashi.jp” (not a real website to our knowledge) was unlikely to be one she wanted on her bank statement. “Bullshit!” she cried.
“What's happened?” asked Tomoyuki, highly agitated. “How much has he spent?”
“Only 1000 yen, on some disgusting porn website. But he has my details. I'll call my bank at once.”
Irrelevant etymological interjection: I've always wondered why “yen” has a silent “y” on the front of it. Most silent letters are etymological leftovers, and this is also true for “yen”. “Yen” derives from the Chinese “yuán”, meaning “round”, which is also the root of the Korean “won”. Since the “y” in “yuán” in pronounced, the “y” in “yen” was originally pronounced as well, and when the first Europeans arrived in Japan they also pronounced the “y”. When the Japanese stopped pronouncing “e” or “we” as “ye” across most regions, Europeans stopped Romanising it as “ye”, except in the word “yen”, which was already in widespread use. That was totally irrelevant to the story, but I just enjoy thrusting my love of oriental languages on you. That's one of the main reasons I moved here.
Being a complete and total nerd, Haruko had enabled her Nexus 7 to send and receive telephone calls. (Kimiko has done the same.) She dialed her bank's number, then looked up at Tomoyuki.
“Tomoyuki, please could you leave me while I call the bank? I'll need to answer security questions.” “Fine,” said Tomoyuki. “Actually, I'll go and get you some clean clothes while you're calling.”
She opened the cubicle door and walked out. Haruko closed the door and began the call. A female voice with a strong Běijīng accent answered:
“Hello, this is Customer Support, how can we help you?”
“I'd like to cancel my cards, please.”
“What's your name, madam?”
“Miyazaki Haruko.”
“Miyazaki Haruko. OK, we need to ask you some security questions.”
Haruko might not have been very careful with her e-mail password, but her security questions were very secure, and very idiosyncratic. The woman's voice clearly had a tone of surprise as she read them.
“Which colour is your favourite in Magic: The Gathering?”
“Blue.”
“What is Goku's power level?”
“Over 9000.”
“In your opinion, what is the best video game ever made?”
“Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.”
“Thank you, madam. Finally we need to ask you for your telephone banking PIN.”
She gave her PIN.
“Thank you, madam. We'll cancel your cards at once and send new ones to your address within 2 working days.”
“Thank you. Goodbye.”
She lowered her Nexus 7 and breathed a sigh of relief. At least she'd stopped him from using her money for his erotic entertainment. But he had access to her e-mail! All her security measures were useless when he could just read the password over her shoulder. He'd almost certainly have changed it. Now he could download all her Steam games...She had to change the e-mail and card number on all her subscriptions. She was going to have a stressful evening. Her discomfort was worsened by the fact that her urine-drenched panties were beginning to irritate her tender skin. She heard the clacking of Tomoyuki's boots on the floor, and looked round the cubicle door to see her coming.
“I've bought you some clothes,” she said. She was carrying a short denim skirt identical to the one Haruko was currently wearing, a pair of black socks and a pair of boots.
“How did you know my shoe size?” asked Haruko.
“It says on the inside of your wet boots,” said Tomoyuki. “I'm very observant.”
“How much did it cost? I'll pay you back.”
“You don't need to. I should have let you go to the bathroom. It's my fault you had an accident anyway. Did you cancel your cards?”
“Yes. But I still need to change my details on Steam, and all my other subscriptions.”
“The shop was supposed to have closed a while ago. They're staying open until you clean yourself up. Get your clean clothes on, then we'll go somewhere else and finish talking.”
Haruko reached up under her skirt and grabbed her sodden panties. “Aren't you going to look away?”
“Of course.” Tomoyuki turned around.
Haruko put her Nexus 7 back in her shoulder bag. She then pulled off her panties and put them in the plastic bag, then removed her skirt and did the same before mopping herself clean with tissues and pulling on the black panties she had in her bag. They felt much softer than the white ones she'd been wearing before. She pulled on her skirt over her panties, fastened the belt, then dropped the toilet seat, sat down and put on her socks and boots. She stood up, opened the cubicle door and turned 360 degrees. She looked exactly the same as when she first left the house, save for the red tint in her eyes from crying so much.
“OK, Haruko. It's time to go. The shopkeepers are becoming impatient.”
The 2 women walked out of the bathroom together.
“Tomoyuki,” asked Haruko, “is there any chance I could buy some food before we go? I promised my husband that I'd get dinner.”
“You've got a husband? You're quite young for that. He's a very lucky man.”
“I've been married since after I left school. We have 2 children at school. If either of us is lucky, it's me. Kei is the kindest and most handsome man you could ever hope to meet.”
(While Haruko is basically Kimiko with a name change, Kei is quite different from me. I like to think I'm a kind man, but no one is going to feature me in an erotic fiction, not even my wife.)
“Whatever works for you. I'm just surprised that a woman in this age would choose to marry so young.”
“Lots of people are. Sometimes they think I'm my children's sister.” She laughed. “But can I get some provisions?”
Tomoyuki looked at the distinctly irate staff.
“I say no. Let's go.”
She led Haruko outside.
Haruko stood by Tomoyuki and crossed her arms. She looked annoyed.
“So now what am I going to get for dinner? I told Kei that I was going to get something, and now all the shops have closed.”
“You could always get a take-away,” she suggested. “I'll pay if you want.”
“I guess so. Why do you want to pay for so much? Do you have a very lucrative career?”
(I know this is an unusual question to ask a new acquaintance, but Haruko, like Kimiko, has Asperger syndrome and doesn't know. Kimiko also asks questions like this sometimes.)
“Haruko, that's not a very polite question to ask someone, especially not someone you've just met.”
She dropped her head, and swivelled her left knee inwards. She'd been rude again. Kei often reminded her about that, and her habit of pacing up and down while waiting. “Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I have Asperger syndrome.”
“Oh, that's fine. I know you didn't mean it. I'm just guilty that I made a fine young lady like you humiliate herself, that's all, and I want to repay you.”
“You don't need to feel guilty. I'm glad you came after me. Who knows how many porn sites he would have subscribed to if you hadn't. Now, let's get that take-away, then I'll go home, feed my family and start changing my Steam details.”
They began walking towards the nearby Chinese restaurant.
“Since you're interested in my career,” said Tomoyuki, “I'll tell you what I do. I know it seems unusual, but I'm actually a computer programmer.”
“So am I!” said Haruko, her voice laden with excitement.
“I'm not surprised, really, judging by how good at Starcraft 2 you are,” said Tomoyuki.
“Do you use Linux?” asked Haruko.
“I dual-boot Ubuntu and Windows. I'm waiting for the Linux Steam client to launch before switching completely.”
“I use Arch and Windows. I'm also waiting for the Steam client.”
“What do you do exactly, then? Programming's a big field.”
“Well, I suppose I'm really more of a technician. Programming's more something I do for fun. I sort out people's computer problems. They bring their computers to me, and I fix them.”
“Are you self-employed, or do you have a boss?”
“I work together with my friends. Everyone's equal, men and women, and we're all paid depending on the amount of work we do. With the children, I have to be flexible. I worked this morning, then I took the afternoon off. I don't earn a lot, but it's enough to support me and my nerd habits, and treats for the children. Kei's income covers most expenses.” (Kimiko has the same work situation.)
“Sounds like a good career. What does your husband do?”
“He's a policeman. He has a day off today, so he's relaxing with the children while I relax with my games and manga. He's also a reservist in the Ground Self-Defence Force.”
“Well, that's quite a career. I just do odd programming jobs and website designs. You can make a surprising amount of money, but I'm not telling you exactly how much.”
Tomoyuki pushed open the doors of the Chinese restaurant and they both walked in. Inside the air was much warmer than outside, both from the central heating and the heat of the ovens. They joined the back of a long, slow-moving queue. Haruko took out her Nexus 7 and dialled Kei's number.
“I need to ask Kei what he and the children want for dinner. Normally I'd send an e-mail, but since that dickhead cracked mine I can't.”
“OK. I'll keep quiet.”
Haruko commenced the call. She heard Kei's voice.
“Hello? Miyazaki Kei here.”
“It's Haruko. I've decided I'm going to get a Chinese take-away. What do you and the children want for dinner?”
There was a brief silence.
“Well, Haruko, I wasn't expecting that. Have you bought supplies as well?”
“Sorry, no.”
“Well, we've got enough for breakfast. That's fine. I'll ask the children what they want, then I'll mail back the order.”
“No, Kei, can you call me please?” Haruko's voice was clearly agitated.
“Why shouldn't I mail you, Haruko?”
She knew he would ask that. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and told the truth.
“When I was in the cafe, someone looked over my shoulder and copied my password. Now he's cracked my e-mail. He only spent 1000 yen before I cancelled my cards, and I'm changing all my details. You don't need to worry. I'll be more careful in the future.”
Kei sounded worried. “Are you sure you're alright dealing with this by yourself, Haruko? I am a policeman, remember.”
“Of course I can! I am a computer technician, remember.”
“Fine. I'll call you back. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye, Kei.”
Tomoyuki was looking at her, perplexed.
“You haven't told him what's on the menu.”
“He has a copy of the menu at home.”
Tomoyuki unbuttoned her jacket and put it under her arm.
“Why don't you take your jacket off, Haruko? It's very hot in here.”
“I'm fine.”
“No, look, your face is red. Here, just undo a few buttons.” Before Haruko could stop her, Tomoyuki undid the top buttons of Haruko's jacket. A smile broke on her face.
“You're a brony! I'm liking you more every moment!”
“Um, yes,” said Haruko, deeply embarrassed.
“If you're embarrassed about being a brony, why did you wear a My Little Pony T-shirt into town?”
“I wear it round the house, and I wasn't expecting someone to unbutton my jacket and display it to the world,” she said, buttoning her jacket up again. (This is the unusual and crazy behaviour that Kimiko also displays sometimes.)
“Being a brony shouldn't be something to be ashamed of. I reckon we should have a Brony Pride march.”
Haruko smiled. The 2 teenage boys walking past her looked at her face very strangely, before returning to salaciously gazing at her and Tomoyuki's perfect legs.
“So, are you going to report this to the police, or deal with it yourself?” asked Tomoyuki.
“I'll probably deal with it myself, although Kei will want to tell Ai and investigate it with her.”
“Who's Ai?”
“A police colleague and friend of Kei's. She's a very tough girl – there's a lot of sexism in the police force, and not many people thought she could tackle criminals on the street, but she's one of the best officers in the city. She's a kind girl, too. She could kick me to Korea if she wanted to, but she's one of the most understanding people I know. That's what makes her such a good officer, I suppose. She takes time to understand people and their problems. She can fight like an onna bugeisha (samurai woman who fought to defend her castle, for those not familiar with Japanese history) if she has to, but she prefers to do things peacefully.”
Tomoyuki listened with genuine interest, slowly nodding her head. “Is she pretty?”
Haruko looked surprised. “Yes, she's very beautiful.” Her expression turned sad. “That's probably why she got the job in the end.”
“If they gave police jobs on looks, you'd be a superintendent.”
Haruko laughed. “So would you. I'd be useless in the police. As soon as anyone tried to resist arrest I'd run away wetting myself.”
“You wouldn't be a beat officer. But I reckon your skills would be very useful behind a desk.”
“Maybe.”
Haruko heard her ringtone, the Legend of Zelda theme tune (which is also Kimiko's ringtone), coming from her Nexus 7. It didn't have a vibrate function, but Haruko didn't mind, not even when her husband was ill. (Yes, we're really that dirty.)
“You have the Legend of Zelda as your ringtone? I love you!” said Tomoyuki, clearly excited. Haruko giggled. She accepted the call.
“Hello, Haruko speaking.”
“Hello, Haruko. 3 fried rice, 1 gōngbǎo jīdīng (spicy chicken stir-fry)and 1 huíguōròu (twice-cooked pork stew). You have what you want.”
“Thanks. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
“Look, Haruko. It's our turn at the counter now. You order for yourself and your family, and I'll order for myself.”
Haruko and Tomoyuki walked up to the counter. An elderly Chinese woman with a distinct Guǎngdōng accent spoke to them.
“Hello, what do you want?”
Haruko smiled and made eye contact, as she had learned to do. (Kimiko had lots of trouble learning to look at people when talking to them.)
“3 fried rice, 1 gōngbǎo jīdīng, 1 huíguōròu and 1 zhāngchá yā (marinated duck smoked over tea leaves and camphor twigs) please.”
Tomoyuki then spoke. “1 fried rice and 1 fūqī fèipiàn (tripe), please.”
“Go and sit down,” said the old woman brusquely, fulfilling the traditional stereotype of Chinese people. The 2 women went and sat down on 2 chairs by a table.
“I know the staff are rude, and you have to wait for a long time,” said Haruko, “but the food is delicious, and good value for money.”
“It's good if there's a long wait. That way it means the food hasn't been stored at room temperature.”
“True.” She paused. “I suppose I'd better create a new e-mail account.”
“Good idea.”
Haruko created her new account while Tomoyuki looked at her.
“So, you're a gamer. What are you playing at the moment?”
“Starcraft, Minecraft. And this MMO shooter called Planetside 2.”
“I play Planetside 2 as well. What faction do you fight for?”
“New Conglomerate. You?”
“Vanu Confederacy. The alien laser weapons were irresistible.”
“It would be strange if I'd actually fought you before. What server do you play on?”
“Helios. American server.”
Tomoyuki shrugged. “I play on Alkali. Australian server. No chance we've met each other.”
Haruko composed a brief message to send to her contacts.
“Someone saw me typing my e-mail password over my shoulder and cracked my account. He subscribed to a porn site using my bank account and may now be sending you unpleasant e-mails. Please remove my old e-mail account from your contacts and add this one.
Sorry for the inconvenience,
Haruko.”
She sent the message.
“Tomoyuki, you know how that porn site was called “sexygirlsomorashi.jp?”
“Yes.”
“Does that mean it's a porn site all about girls wetting their panties?”
“Yes, it does. Some people enjoy watching pretty girls like you wetting themselves.”
“Well, if whoever subscribed to that website followed me, he'd have burst his flies.”
Tomoyuki laughed. “More than burst his flies. He'd have splattered the entire building with semen and impregnated every woman between 15 and 50.”
Haruko looked at her in disgust.
“Sorry, I have a very dirty sense of humour. You wouldn't expect it from a cute girl in a skirt, but then you wouldn't expect a cute girl in a skirt to be a computer technician, either.”
Haruko quickly changed the subject.
“No. And neither do some of our male customers. When I talk to them about fixing their computer problems, some of them laugh and say that I can't do a man's job. I tell them that if they think they're better than me, they can do it themselves. That tends to persuade them. Sometimes they do try to do it themselves. One man tried to clean his computer with a wet cloth! Obviously he destroyed it.” She shook her head and smiled.
“There's still a big problem with sexism in this country. Our glass ceiling is double-glazed.”
Haruko laughed. “I've actually decided I'm going to reverse my life. Most people get their career sorted, then have children. Since I had mine so young, I'm going to go to university and have my career once they've grown up.”
“Sounds sensible, as long as they don't stay at home until they're 35.”
“They won't. As you will probably have deduced by now, I'm not a Confucianist. I'm kicking them out after university, and they'll be glad to go.”
“Kǒng Qiū was a jackass. His philosophy appeals to emperors and the men on top of the social pyramid, and that's why it's so popular. The sooner we throw his ideas away, the better.”
“I can understand why it's stayed, though. If I was Empress Haruko, I'd probably find it more appealing, if I took out the sexist bits.”
“As in, all of it.”
“True. I can't really imagine Confucianist feminism.”
“Neither can I. Maybe it's an oxymoron.”
(In Oriental languages, particularly Chinese but also Japanese, an oxymoron can be created by putting opposing characters together. An obvious example is the Chinese 陰陽, “yin and yang”. This concept doesn't really translate into English. Please remember this is a translation from Japanese, albeit a very loose one.)
They both laughed.
“What would you do if you were Empress Haruko?” asked Tomoyuki.
“I'd focus on getting equal oppurtunities for women in this country. Establish better childcare, and crack down on sexism in the workplace.”
“You're very mature. I'd just enjoy myself.”
“How?”
“I'd have a Michelin-starred chef cooking all my meals. And I'd make myself exempt from the speed limit, and build an extra lane on every road just for my Bugatti Veyron. And I'd make it so any man who made a sexist comment would have to run round his local area dressed in women's underwear.”
Haruko laughed.
“You might be dirty sometimes, but you are funny.”
“So are you.”
There was a long pause while both women looked at the table.
“Do you know any other geeky girls?” asked Tomoyuki. “Apart from me.”
“Yes, I do,” said Haruko. “My best friend Tomoe is as geeky as I am. She works at the computer repair shop with me.”
“Is she pretty?”
“Yes. Extremely pretty. Our male clients show a lot of interest in her, as they do with me.”
Tomoyuki nodded. “People often assume you can't be nerdy and sexy at the same time. When I say I'm a gamer, or a programmer, they think I'm joking, because I don't “look nerdy.” They think I'm one of those office girls whose only job is to look cute and smile.” She stared out of the window. “I couldn't bear working in an office. The patriarchy would make me so angry I'd kick someone in the balls and get sacked on the first day.”
“I wouldn't like to work for a big company either. In our business men and women respect each other, and we're all friends. Tomoe and I both have children, so we can only work part-time, but our work allows for that. We can take computers home and fix them, then bring them in the next day. Work and family aren't mutually exclusive, as some men would like to believe. I suppose it helps that I have 2 children – twin boy and girl – and they play together, so I only have to supervise them and stop them from throwing things at each other.”
“They probably don't really believe it. They're just using it as a reason why women shouldn't take their jobs.”
“Sexism's stupid, really. Our population's aging, our workforce is shrinking and our immigration policy is conservative. Our fertility rate is plummeting because women think they can't have children and work at the same time.”
“Sexism's stupid anyway. Out of all the reasons not to hire someone, “you don't have a penis” is quite weak.”
“I guess it's about emasculation. Some men don't want to take orders from women, because that compromises their masculinity. They've never met my mother.”
“Was she strict?”
“No, she's very kind and progressive. But she didn't mindlessly obey anyone, certainly not my father.”
Their mediation on sexism in Japanese society was halted by the old Chinese woman behind the counter.
“You 2! Your food's ready.”
They both got up and walked over to the counter.
“That's 2600 yen.”
Tomoyuki took out her purse, counted out 2600 yen and handed them to the woman.
“Thank you.”
The food was in sealed containers. Tomoyuki took hers, put it in a plastic bag and put the plastic bag in her bag. Haruko checked hers and put them in a plastic bag. There was no room left in her shoulder bag to fit the food, so she carried it in her hand.
“Well, I guess I'd best get back to Kei and the children. I'm sad I pissed myself, but I'm really glad I met you. You're awesome.”
“Thanks. Why don't you add me to your contacts before you go?”
“Of course! I'd love to.”
They walked back to the table. Kimiko got out her Nexus 7. Tomoyuki dictated her e-mail, Torchat ID, Skype account, Steam name and Minecraft account. (To those of you wanting to add Kimiko on Steam, she only adds people she knows in real life. Sorry.) Finally she gave her telephone number.
“Here's my number. So call me maybe?”
Haruko did a perfect Captain Picard facepalm.
Both women walked outside.
“Despite referencing an intensely annoying meme, you're still the most – well, only – awesome girl I've met since Tomoe. And that was in primary school.”
“Thanks. Not many women say that. Most just think I'm a geeky weirdo.”
“Most women are boring. They'd prefer to go shopping than play Magic: The Gathering. I'd say that's weird.”
“I play Magic: The Gathering too!” Tomoyuki was highly excited.
“Your awesomeness is going to make me wet myself again if I stay here any longer! I'd better go home before my food gets too cold. After we've got the children in bed and changed my Steam details I could probably set up a conference call on Skype with my friends.”
“Sounds fun! I'll be waiting.”
“Goodbye!”
“Goodbye.”
Haruko walked away in a much better mood than she had been when she left the house, and certainly in a better mood than she had been having just wet herself. Was wetting herself in public worth meeting Tomoyuki? Actually, yes, it was. She would have preferred to have met Tomoyuki and kept her panties dry, but she probably wouldn't meet another woman like her for years. She was only the second female friend she'd made in her entire life, and that was something special. Besides, Kei didn't have to know she'd wet herself. Her skirt was identical to the one she'd gone out in, and if she changed her panties before he could see them he'd never know. She'd still be the strong, independent female whom she wanted Kei to think she was. Everything was going to be fine.
Of course, it wasn't.
Edited December 2, 2012 by IForgotMyPassword
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Before we begin we'd like to correct an egregious error in the previous chapter. Tomoyuki was 1.65m tall, not 1.65cm tall. Japanese people are shorter than Americans, but not 100 times shorter. If you have been confused by this error, you can sue us and pay for a judge to laugh at you. That's all, folks.
Chapter 2
Contains consensual sex between a heterosexual married couple (if anyone's offended by this I'll be very surprised), and female urination during this intimate experience.
Haruko walked to the door of her small, suburban home, got her keys out of her bag, unlocked the door and stepped inside. Remembering her routine, she turned round and closed the door behind her. She put her bags of food on the floor, sat on the bottom stair and began to remove her boots. She made no effort to keep her legs together, not because she wanted to flaunt her panties, but because she just didn't think it mattered if her family saw them. Her mother had painstakingly taught her “skirt awareness”, which she tried to follow in public, but at home and with trusted friends she gave no attention to it at all. (Kimiko has exactly the same issues, and regularly flashes her panties at home. She doesn't see anything wrong with it.) As she slipped her slender legs out of her boots she thought about how, in a way, it was lucky that her bank account had been cracked. If it hadn't Tomoyuki wouldn't have followed her, and they'd never have met. Was 1000 yen and lots of hassle worth meeting her? Actually, it was.
She heard footsteps in the corridor, looked round and saw her son Sawao and her daughter Michiko running towards her. Sawao turned round and shouted back to Kei in the living room:
“Father! The food's here!”
Kei's deep voice came from the living room.
“What, just the food? What's happened to your mother?”
“She's here too.”
“Good. I was quite worried for a moment.”
Kei walked into the corridor. As he did Haruko looked at him and thought what a lucky girl she was to have him. He stood 1.83m (NOT 1.83 cm) tall, unusually tall for a Japanese man. This combined with his muscular figure cast an imposing image. His face was symmetrical, masculine and brilliantly handsome. Both his face and body were hirsute (Kimiko likes hairy, masculine-looking men. Lucky for me – from my experience I just look intimidating to most women.), and he had a short beard which resembled extended stubble. His hair was black and his skin was a darker shade of yellow than hers. His eyes were brown, and if she looked into them she could see both strength and kindness. That was what she admired most about Kei – his ability to be strong, then tender immediately afterwards. When engaged in a full-contact kumite bout he was terrifying, but when he touched her he was as gentle as if he was tending a baby. Of course, all this was second to his caring nature and excellent sense of humour. Today, as usual, he was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, with a cheap wristwatch on his right arm.
Kei is mostly based on me. If I had a much more attractive face, was Asian, wasn't diabetic and looked a little less like a violent criminal (I've never been involved in crime and have several friends in the police force – I don't know why people think I look dangerous), I would be him.
Michiko stood in front of Haruko and looked intrigued.
“Look, Sawao. I think Mother's wearing different panties from when she went out.”
Haruko felt a pang of worry, and brought her legs together. She couldn't let Kei know what had happened. Sawao walked round and looked for himself.
“Michiko,” said Kei, “it's not polite to look up ladies' skirts, and it certainly isn't polite to comment on what you see. Come over here.”
Michiko and Sawao ran over to Kei. Haruko pulled off her black socks and put them in her boots.
“Look!” said Michiko. “She's wearing different socks, too.”
Haruko dropped her head, stood up and turned to run upstairs. She knew that she'd probably have to tell him now, but there was still a chance.
“Sorry, I have to use the bathroom.”
She ran upstairs. Kei looked up after her. As he did he glimpsed her black panties. But she only ever wore white panties. Had she...no, surely not. But she had before...
“You're right, Michiko,” he said quietly. “She is wearing different panties. You still shouldn't have looked, though.”
“I wasn't trying to look. I just noticed.”
“I know. You didn't mean any harm. You just need to know it's not polite.”
“Do you think Mother wet her panties?” asked Sawao. He looked concerned. Michiko looked at him contemptuously.
“Don't be stupid, Sawao. Mother doesn't wet her panties.”
Kei lowered his voice even quieter.
“Actually, I think she might have wet herself. But you're not going to mention it. When she comes downstairs you're going to ignore it, and we're going to have dinner together. OK?”
“OK,” said the children as one.
Michiko looked up at Kei.
“Mother told me people weren't supposed to wet their panties. If she does it, does that mean I can too? Because sometimes when I really need to use the bathroom it feels like it would be much easier if I could just wet myself.”
“That's disgusting, Michiko,” said Sawao, his face wrinkled in revulsion. “I don't want to play with someone who wets her panties.”
Kei crouched down to their level.
“Listen, Michiko. Mother might not have wet herself. But if she has, she would have tried her hardest to hold it in. It just wasn't quite enough. It was an accident. Adults have accidents too, sometimes. That doesn't mean you should just wet yourself because you can't be bothered to use the bathroom. Sawao's right – that is disgusting. If you have a genuine accident, when you just can't hold it in anymore, I won't be angry. But if you start wetting your panties out of pure laziness, you won't get any sympathy. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Good girl. Now, let's get the food.”
Upstairs, Haruko removed her jacket and changed her panties, and hid the black panties in her bedside drawer, which was otherwise occupied by manga, Magic: The Gathering cards and action figures. She felt dread in her core. She was going to have to tell Kei that she'd wet herself. Then he was going to fuss over her as if she was a schoolgirl. All the time they'd been together she'd tried to prove to him that she was an independent, self-sufficient young woman. Then, just when he was beginning to give her a little more independence, something like this would happen and he would go back to thinking of her as a child again. She'd get even more of his patronising “reminder” e-mails, although they were admittedly quite helpful sometimes.
She sat on the bed. The dread in her core changed to anger at herself. Maybe she deserved to be patronised. Not only had she wet herself like a child, she'd also put the entire family's finances in peril by neglecting to guard her password. (In Japan it's traditional for the woman to manage the family's finances.) She should feel lucky to have such a caring husband to look after her. Without him, she'd always be forgetting things and making stupid mistakes. Tears of worthlessness welled in her eyes. Then the feminist inside her brought her to reason. If she cried now, she'd only be more pathetic. She had to go downstairs with a smile. The tears ebbed away, she stood up both literally and figuratively and walked out of the room. As she walked down the stairs her face became increasingly joyful, until by the time she entered the living room she looked as happy as a girl who's discovered that the game she's been anticipating for months is 75% off on Steam. (The quizzical reactions Kimiko gets when she uses this simile in real life are hilarious.)
The Miyazaki family had an Occidental-styled home. As is usual in Japanese houses, the kitchen, dinig room and living room were merged into one. The kitchen was fully equipped but small, allowing no more than 2 cooks to work at once. Instead of a tatami and low table they had a high table and 4 chairs in front of the television, which was currently showing a football (soccer) match. Kei and the children occupied 3 of the chairs. The food containers and a pitcher of water were placed on the table. Each place at the table had a large bowl, a pair of chopsticks and a glass of water. When Haruko entered the children looked at her. Kei continued to watch the screen. She walked over to the table, put her bag by its leg and sat on the remaining chair. Kei looked round and saw her.
“Haruko! You're very quiet. I didn't notice you.”
“That's my kunoichi (female shinobi) training.”
They both laughed.
“What about the food?” said Sawao, bashing the table with his fists.
“Careful, Sawao,” said Kei. “I don't want to have to put this table back together.”
He opened the containers.
“I want the gōngbǎo jīdīng,” said Michiko.
“So do I,” said Sawao.
“We're going to share, remember?” said Kei. “Everyone gets some of everything.”
Michiko looked at the open containers.
“There are only 3 containers of fried rice.”
Kei looked at Haruko and smiled.
“You forgot to add one for yourself, didn't you? Oh, Haruko. Next time I'll remind you.”
Haruko tried to smile, but there was no feeling in it. Another thing she'd forgotten. Another thing Kei had to remind her about...Her low mood was immediately raised by the arrival of zhāngchá yā in her bowl. She, like Kimiko, loved food, and the rich aromas of the smoked duck restored her to happiness. After everyone had received some of everything, along with some rice, she picked up her chopsticks and bowl and began to eat and drink very inelegantly. Unlike stereotypical Japanese people, the Miyazaki family cared very little about table manners. No one said “itadakimasu” in their house unless they had guests, mainly because there was rarely anything positive to say about the food's appearance. Haruko tried to follow the etiquette her mother had taught her in public, but at home she was noisy and messy, just as she was in bed. (Marvel at our filthy sense of humour.) Sawao and Michiko ate with similar disregard for good manners, although that is somewhat less unusual in 6-year-olds. Kei was the only one eating with a semblance of proper manners, and even he would have drawn scorn from the prim.
The prim would have been even more unnecessarily outraged by his mostly critical commentary on the football match showing on the television. Most of his comments could be categorised into 3 classes:
1.“You don't deserve hundreds of millions of yen for playing like that!”
2.“Where are replays when you need them...”
and, rarely, 3.“That was beautiful.”
As Kei became increasingly annoyed by his team's inability to score, or even connect passes, his outbursts became increasingly passionate, though he refrained from cursing in the presence of his children. Behind him Haruko and the children were laughing and looking at each other. Haruko couldn't understand how someone could get so angry over a football match, but Kei found her gaming rages equally inexplicable, so they were equal.
(This situation is often repeated in our family.)
After several minutes of vigorous eating, Haruko scraped the last grains of rice out of her bowl, and placed it on the table.
“Kei, I'm going to have a second helping. Would anyone else like to claim anything before I eat it?”
“Come on! At least get 3 consecutive passes!”
“Kei...”
He turned to face her.
“We ought to ask the children first. What do you want, Michiko?”
“I'll have some more gōngbǎo jīdīng and some rice, please.”
He put some gōngbǎo jīdīng in her bowl, leaving only a small portion. along with some of the remaining rice.
“Why does Michiko always get to choose first?” said Sawao, his voice laden with anger. “I wanted the gōngbǎo jīdīng as well.”
“It's the order I've chosen. Children before adults, girls before boys.”
“Why do girls get to choose first?”
“Because traditionally they've been put second. I'm a man, and I don't mind. Besides, there's still some gōngbǎo jīdīng left. Here, have it.”
He put the remainder in Sawao's bowl. He looked a little more contented.
“Now, Haruko, take what you want. I don't expect to be left anything.”
Haruko took the rest of the zhāngchá yā and some rice, leaving the huíguōròu and a small portion of rice.
“Thank you, Haruko.”
He put the remaining food in his bowl. Her table manners were ghastly, but Haruko was a courteous girl inside.
Haruko raised her bowl to begin eating again when she noticed an unusual spectacle on the other side of the table. Sawao was slowly moving his chopsticks towards Michiko's bowl. In a sudden swipe he grabbed a piece of chicken and transferred it directly to his mouth. Michiko looked up at him and, without speaking, snatched a piece of chicken from him in an identical manner before chewing contentedly. Sawao then launched another raid, which was immediately parried by Michiko. They looked into each other's eyes. This was a noble duel. Sawao slid his chopsticks into Michiko's bowl. Michiko then pulled back her chopsticks so the backs of their hands were facing, then struck at his. A rapid sequence of attacks, feints, parries and ripostes ensued before Sawao was eventually repulsed from the bowl. Michiko then lunged into Sawao's bowl and succeeded in grabbing a piece of chicken, only to have it quickly dislodged. Haruko and Kei looked at them, unsure of what to say. Their behaviour was wildly inappropriate, but they looked like promising kendoka.
Eventually Kei spoke.
“Sawao! Michiko! You've got your own food. Stop trying to steal each other's.”
“Sawao started it,” said Michiko as she thrust for another piece of chicken. “I'm only defending myself.”
“You're in his bowl. That's not defending yourself.”
The chopstick duel continued.
“Stop it, children, or I'll split you up – OH! HE SCORED! MY FAITH IS RESTORED!”
Kei bounced in his chair and hugged Haruko, who was still watching the duel. Sawao glanced at the television. As he did so, Michiko flicked his chopsticks out of his hand before stealing a piece of chicken and eating it. Sawao moved his bowl out of Michiko's reach and got down from his chair to pick up his chopsticks from the floor.
“Don't use chopsticks that have been on the floor, Sawao. I'll get you a new pair,” said Haruko.
She got up, walked over to the drawer, got out a pair of chopsticks and gave them to Sawao.
“Give me the dirty chopsticks.”
She took Sawao's dirty chopsticks and put them on the to-be-washed pile, then sat down again. She and Kei had finished their food a while before. The children still had some in their bowls, since they had not been entirely focused on eating. She leant across the table.
“Sawao, Michiko, you shouldn't steal food from other people's bowls. You both have your own food. Now, finish your meals by yourselves.”
After she finished speaking a smile spread across her face. She lunged into Michiko's bowl and snatched a piece of her chicken. Michiko looked at her bemused.
“You've beaten Sawao. I'm your next challenger.”
Haruko and Michiko entered another bout of chopstick kendo. Sawao finished his food, placed his bowl on the table and looked across at them.
“3 way battle!” He plunged his chopsticks into the bowl. Kei looked across at them. It was peurile. It was immature. But even he had to be silly sometimes.
“4 way battle!”
So it came to pass that all 4 members of the Miyazaki family were engaged in a chopstick mêlée over a small portion of gōngbǎo jīdīng. Eventually Kei emerged triumphant, but as a magnanimous victor he declared that Michiko and Sawao should share the remaining food, which they did.
After they had finished, they simultaneously placed their bowls and chopsticks on the table and looked up.
“May Sawao and I go and play now?” asked Michiko. Her face was innocence incarnate. It was difficult to think that this was the same girl who was stealing her brother's food a few minutes before.
“Of course you can,” said Kei. “Your mother and I will stay here and watch the conclusion of the match.”
The children ran down the corridor and vanished from view long before Kei had finished speaking. Haruko took her laptop, mouse and adapter lead from her bag and placed them on the table. She then attached the mouse to the laptop and plugged the laptop into the power socket on the wall with the adapter lead. She started her laptop, selected Windows on her GNU GRUB boot loader and waited while it loaded.
“What are you doing, Haruko?”
“I'm going to change my Steam details. I don't want that bastard getting all my games for free.”
“Since you seem to have a sizeable part of your earnings invested in Steam games, I'd say that was a good idea.”
Windows finished loading. She connected to the family's wireless network. Though wireless network security keys are notoriously easy to crack (there's even an iPad app for it), Haruko and Kei always used HTTPS when possible, so she had few concerns about packet sniffing. This is not a sex act, as less nerdy people than us may be inclined to believe. Of course, a cracker could always just read her password over her shoulder...she cursed herself for being so careless. She opened her Steam account. Nothing had visibly changed. She quickly changed her details.
“Done. I feel a lot better now. Now I just have to change the details on the rest of my subscriptions. First, I'll change my Skype e-mail.”
“That sounds like a lot of work. I'll clear up and wash up,” said Kei.
“Thanks.”
In her periphery she could see the empty bowls, glasses and containers being cleared away as she began changing her contact details for Skype, gaming websites, internet forums and anything else which required her e-mail. The children's school and other family business contacted her though Kei's account, which she also had access to, so she did not have to inform them. Nevertheless, she was surprised at how extensively she had distributed her e-mail. She'd definitely be more careful typing in her password in future. Behind her she heard taps running and brushes scrubbing, along with the occasional passionate interjection directed at the televison, but she did not look back. She needed to be as quick as she could – there were still several computers to fix in the garage, and then she had to fulfil her promise of a Skype call to Tomoyuki. Kei would almost certainly want to have sex, too. She didn't even open the e-mails she had received from her friends. She heard Kei's voice.
“We won! I wasn't expecting that. I'm going upstairs to supervise Sawao and Michiko. Are you alright down here by yourself?”
“Yes, Kei,” she replied indignantly. “I think I'm more self-sufficient than our 6-year-old children, thank you.”
Behind her she heard Kei walk down the corridor and up the stairs.
As Haruko finally logged in to the last online forum, she sat back in her chair and sighed with relief. She still had financial business to sort when her new cards came, but until then everything was done. They were going to have to live on cash alone for 2 days. She smiled. That wasn't too difficult. Before bank cards, everyone did. She shut down her laptop, watched in dismay at how long Windows takes to shut down and stood up. She then turned off the power and unplugged the adapter lead. She had a lot of work to do this evening, and she wasn't going to be available to put the children to bed. She walked down the corridor and up the stairs, towards Sawao and Michiko's bedroom. She stopped outside the door to listen to the lively sounds coming from within.
“Direct hit!” yelled Michiko.
“You just got lucky,” said Sawao.
“It's my shot now,” said Kei.
Haruko pushed open the door to see Kei playing Artillery with Sawao and Michiko.
Artillery is a game invented in real life by my daughter Kanako, and in this fiction by Michiko. She shares a room with her brother Takeshi (Sawao), and they sleep in 2 beds with a small gap in between. To play Artillery, both players first build a town on their beds out of building blocks. They then sit on the far sides of their beds and each take a rubber ball and a blindfold. One player then blindfolds herself, turns a full circle seated, then throws the ball towards the opponent's town. She then removes the blindfold, retrieves her ball (unless her opponent has taken it, in which case a fight ensues) and lets her opponent throw. The winner is the first to demolish her opponent's town. The skill lies in not flattening your own town while throwing.
In the current game, Sawao and Kei were playing against Michiko. Michiko was clearly winning. Only a few buildings in her town were damaged, while most of Sawao's and Kei's was destroyed. Kei was blindfolded, and had raised his arm to throw the ball.
“Mother's here!” squealed Michiko.
As she spoke the ball flew into Michiko's tallest tower and sent it tumbling down. Sawao smiled smugly.
“Why don't you team up with me, Mother? We can play boys versus girls.”
Kei removed his blindfold and turned to look at Haruko in the doorway.
“I'd love to play with you, Michiko, but I have to work. Kei, could you put the children to bed? I have a lot of work to do.”
“Of course! I'd love to. Besides, it's better we don't play boys versus girls. We're having enough trouble beating Michiko without you as well.”
“Thanks, Kei.” Haruko smiled and closed the door as she stepped outside. She walked down the stairs, back down the corridor and through the living room before entering the garage.
The garage, as in most families, served as a storehouse. In prime position near the front door was Kei's Toyota (PRODUCT PLACEMENT FTW!). Piled up by the back door, through which Haruko was entering, were his exercise equipment, gardening tools and a general miscellany of other objects. In another, far more ordered pile were Haruko's tools, and a cabinet containing computer parts packed in foam. Beside them were several computers, monitors and laptops, each with a piece of paper stuck to the case stating what needed to be done, and whether or not that was done. One of the computers was only partially built, though this was not visible from outside the case. In the wall was a power socket and an Internet socket providing a wired connection to the router in the marital bedroom. Haruko was entering the capital of nerdland: her workspace.
Haruko had a very unusual work arrangement, which is exactly the same as Kimiko's, so can't be that unusual. She worked in a computer business with her friends Tomoe (Kana), Hiroto (Ryo), Itsuki (Takahiro) and Min-Jun (Ki-Sung – Kimiko can't even be bothered to change his nationality). Originally they had started as a custom computer service, building computers to order and selling them for less than a pre-made computer of the same quality. However, they could not find sufficient business for this, since the minority who knew enough about computer parts to make an informed decision often just built their computers themselves, so they expanded their business. They continued their custom computer construction, and sold hardware and software, but their greatest source of income now came from computer repairs.
As a mother of 2 young children, Haruko, like her friend Tomoe, could not work full-time. Instead, she took computers home, fixed whatever usually simple problems they had and returned them. She also built custom computers at home. Since computers are both large and heavy she relied on Hiroto to transport them, and her, by car. Before the children went to nursery (kindergarten), her mother had cared for the children while she worked. Now they were at primary school it was much easier – she could work while they were at school. She still had to be flexible, but with her arrangement that was easy. She loved her job, except when she had to deal with stupid and sometimes sexist clients. Machines were so much more reasonable.
In Kimiko's original draft, the reader is now treated to several pages of meticulous and completely accurate description of Haruko changing computer parts, removing malware, cleaning a computer and building a computer. I personally thought the section was quite interesting, partly because I am also a computer geek and partly because I feel obliged to share my wife's interests. However, since it does absolutely nothing to advance the plot or arouse the reader, and might bore less technically inclined readers enough to leave the page, we agreed that it should be omitted. If anyone is disappointed not to read about Haruko's/Kimiko's work, Kimiko gives you 1337 internets and a cute smile. (Those are her actual words.)
Haruko left the garage satisfied that she had done a good evening's work. She had 3 fixed computers and 1 newly built computer ready to bring in to the shop on Monday. Even for a weekend, this was very good business. In total she could expect about 36,000 yen for her work. That was the entire family's food for 3 weeks. In a way it was lucky most people were so utterly ignorant about computers. If people realised how easy it was to clean a desktop computer, they wouldn't pay her 6,000 yen to do it for them. But since they don't, they think that 6,000 yen is a bargain for their computer to run quickly again. She liked to remember that whenever she was struggling to explain computing concepts to customers.
She walked back to the table, collected her laptop, mouse and adapter lead and walked down the corridor cradling them in her arms. She walked up the stairs and into her and Kei's bedroom. Besides the double bed, the marital bedroom also contained the family's router and modem, and Haruko's desktop computer, aptly positioned on her desktop. At the desk was a comfortable brown leather swivel chair. There was a large wardrobe in the corner containing both Haruko's and Kei's clothes, and, fittingly, Kei's shotgun, in a reinforced safe. All around the rest of the room were stacks of carefully ordered manga albums and a few action figures. Kei was sitting on the bed reading “Crime and Punishment” by Fyodor Dostoevsky – a fitting book for an agent of the law. Haruko laid her laptop on the bed and sat next to him. He put in a bookmark and closed the book.
“Haruko! You keep creeping up on me. I need to refine my zanshin (awareness).”
“Don't worry, Kei. I'm not dangerous.”
“I know. I just ought to be more aware.”
Haruko looked at the floor, and then back at Kei.
“I met a new friend today.”
“Did you? Tell me about him.”
“Actually, it's a she. She's called Tomoyuki.”
“A girl? I'm surprised. You don't seem to get on very well with most women.”
“She isn't most women. She uses Linux, and plays Starcraft 2. She even watches My Little Pony.”
“I'm glad to hear you have another female friend.”
“I'm glad, too. She's awesome! Actually, I've arranged to call her on Skype. You can see her for real.”
Haruko got up, switched on the computer and ensconced herself in her chair, spreading her legs so a pervert standing in front of her would have had a prime view of her clean white panties. She selected Linux on the GNU GRUB boot loader and logged in. She then went to her new e-mail account and checked her inbox. There were e-mails from her parents, Tomoe and Hiroto, Itsuki, Min-Jun and Ai. She opened the mail from her parents.
“Don't worry, Haruko. We haven't received anything from your former account. We're glad you cancelled your cards before he could spend too much of your money. Just remember to check behind you before you type in any passwords in future!
Love,
Keiko and Ren”
The rest of the e-mails bore a similar message. She closed her e-mails and opened Skype.
“Don't worry about what happened today,” said Kei. “We can survive without cards for 2 days.”
“I'm just worried you won't trust me with our bank account any more.”
“I trust you! In fact, I trust you more than I did before, after you dealt with today's events so well.”
“I'll be more careful in future.”
“Of course you will! If we learn from our mistakes, they'll be worthwhile.”
Haruko added Tomoyuki as a Skype contact and called her. Seeing she was online, she called her, and invited Itsuki and Min-Jun. Tomoe, Hiroto and Ai were not available. Itsuki was the first to appear. He, like his real-life counterpart Takahiro, was short, fat and utterly unattractive. His hair and eyes were dark. He wore a black T-shirt and thick glasses. His legs were not visible, but if Haruko had been able to see them, she would have recoiled at seeing he was only wearing his underpants. This was mildly hypocritical given the way she was sitting in her skirt. Behind him was a small and cluttered apartment full of nerd paraphernalia and posters of anime girls in suggestive positions.
“Who's XXXNodaTomoyukiXXX? With all those Xs she sounds like a porn star.”
“A new friend. You'll see.”
Min-Jun appeared next. The best way to describe his appearance was that he was average. He was neither tall nor short, thin nor fat, ugly nor handsome. His hair and eyes were also dark. He looked completely unremarkable. He was wearing thin glasses and a white T-shirt. If Haruko could have seen his legs, she would have been relieved to see he was wearing jeans. His room was similar to Itsuki's, but without the posters of anime girls in suggestive positions.
“Who's XXXNodaTomoyukiXXX?”
“A new friend. Hopefully we'll see her soon.”
“I wouldn't get too excited,” said Itsuki. “She hasn't answered yet.”
A few seconds later, Tomoyuki appeared. She was wearing the same plain white shirt she had been wearing when she met Haruko. Her legs were also spread in her chair, revealing her white panties to a theoretical pervert hiding under her desk. This was not visible to any of Haruko's friends. Her room was ordered and tidy, though her nerdery was still confirmed by the carefully organised manga albums and rows of action figures.
“Hello.”
Itsuki opened his eyes wide in awe of Tomoyuki's beauty. He was used to seeing Haruko, Tomoe and Ai's flawless features, but the sight of a new beautiful girl entranced him. Min-Jun also expressed mild surprise at Tomoyuki's appearance.
“Tomoyuki, these are my friends Itsuki and Min-Jun. Tomoe, Hiroto and Ai aren't available. Sorry.”
“You don't need to be sorry! Is that your husband on the bed behind you?”
“Yes. I'm not commiting adultery this evening.”
Everyone laughed.
“I was thinking it might be your brother. I don't like to assume.”
“I'm not commiting incest this evening, either!”
“You've contracted my sense of humour.”
“You exert a powerful influence.”
“How did you actually meet, then?” asked Min-Jun.
Before Haruko could produce a cover story, Tomoyuki covered for her.
“We met in a cafe. Haruko was playing Starcraft 2. I noticed and sat to watch her. After she won we started talking about Starcraft tactics and we quickly became friends.”
“Even to the point of joking about incest.”
“With me, that doesn't take very long. Maybe 30 minutes.”
“I wonder how many women have bonded over discussing the correct way to use medivacs,” said Itsuki.
“Actually, we mostly talked about Protoss,” said Tomoyuki. “I play Protoss. Haruko's Terran. What do you 2 play?”
“Zerg,” said Min-Jun.
“All 3,” said Itsuki. “None of them very well.”
“Maybe you should think about specialising. Does your husband play at all, Haruko?”
“A little, but I'm not very good,” said Kei.
“He's terrible,” said Haruko. “He doesn't even use hotkeys properly.”
“Well, you shouldn't choose a husband on his Starcraft 2 performance. What's his evening performance like?”
“I think I ought to do a little physical training,” said Kei. He got up from the bed and walked out of view, blushing slightly.
“Excellent. I always come during sex. Often twice.”
“I was only joking! I wasn't expecting an answer! Still, you're a lucky girl.”
“You girls have really got friendly now,” said Itsuki. “You've known each other for all of 1 day and you're already discussing your sex lives...”
“If you're feeling jealous, we can discuss your sex lives too.”
“If we actually had sex lives,” said Itsuki.
“I had a girlfriend, but we separated a few weeks ago,” said Min-Jun.
“I'm a virgin,” said Itsuki. “My only true love has been my hand and H-anime.” (The term “hentai” is rarely used within Japan.)
“Since you've asked me about my sex life, it's only fair we get to hear about yours,” said Haruko. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Since you've all been honest, so will I. I'm gay. I don't have a girlfriend now.”
Tomoyuki's fascination with Haruko's body now made a lot more sense.
“Ai's gay and single, too. Maybe we could arrange a date for you. I think you'd love her.”
“I think they ought to actually see each other first,” suggested Min-Jun.
“It could be a blind date.”
“Haruko told me Ai was sexy, so it's fine either way,” said Tomoyuki.
“She's definitely sexy,” said Itsuki. “Actually, all our female friends are sexy. Haruko, Tomoe, Ai, now Tomoyuki...they're all centrefold material.”
“Unfortunately I can't say the same about my male friends,” said Haruko.
“We're just lucky to know such sexy women,” said Itsuki, “and unlucky that 2 of them are gay and 2 of them are married.”
“Even if Tomoyuki was Kinsey-0, I sincerely doubt she'd want to date us. Especially you,” said Min-Jun.
“True,” said Itsuki. “Someday I hope I'll find someone. Obviously she won't be as sexy as the 2 lovely ladies we have talking to us now. I have to be realistic.”
“Women are supposed to be more skilled at seeing inner beauty,” said Haruko.
“Frankly, I don't think Itsuki has much of that either,” said Min-Jun.
“True. Years of rejection has taught me to accept that. I realise now that the closest I'm ever going to get to intimacy with a beautiful woman is gazing at her panties when she sits with her legs open on a chair. I don't do it often, but when Haruko spreads her legs facing me, it's difficult not to take a quick glance.”
Haruko expressed mild disgust.
“Before you pass judgement, Haruko, I've done that as well,” said Tomoyuki. “I derive a lot more pleasure than most from ascending escalators.”
Haruko recoiled slightly.
“Next time I meet you, I'm going to wear shorts.”
“I think it's fair, since usually I wear a skirt myself. It's not harming the girl, after all, and I try to be inconspicuous.”
“Our new friend is a pervert! It's time for a celebratory sake!” said Min-Jun. He reached under his desk and brought out a bottle and glass.
“My new friend is an alcoholic! It's time to masturbate on camera!” Tomoyuki reached under her desk and pulled out a vibrator. Haruko and Min-Jun looked shocked.
“Damn. The battery's flat. Never mind.” She put it under her desk again.
“I really need that sake now,” said Min-Jun. He unscrewed the cap and poured himself a glass.
“Shame about the battery. I was going to enjoy that,” said Itsuki.
Min-Jun drank a long draught of sake.
“Does Min-Jun drink a lot?” asked Tomoyuki. “Because that wouldn't be a national stereotype at all...” (South Korea has the world's highest spirit consumption per person.)
“Yes, he does,” said Itsuki. “Luckily we both live above the shop, so I can drive him if he's over the limit.”
“We both have our vices,” said Min-Jun. “I drink too much, Itsuki eats too much. We're both commting suicide in slow motion.”
“I have a vice, too. I'm addicted to masturbation,” said Tomoyuki. “Sometimes I hear people who try to give up smoking saying “I don't know what to do with my fingers.” If they were as dirty-minded as I am, they'd know what to do with their fingers. It's much more enjoyable and it's actually good for you.”
“I don't think that counts as a vice,” said Min-Jun. “A vice has to be bad for someone.”
“Some people would view it as a vice,” said Tomoyuki. “Some men still think that girls don't masturbate.”
“It's the belief that girls are innocent and pure,” said Min-Jun. “In general terms that might be true. But I doubt many men would retain that belief after listening to this conversation.”
“Or any conversation involving Ai,” said Itsuki. “That girl has a filthy sense of humour.”
“And if Itsuki's saying that, you know she's dirty,” said Haruko.
“Even Haruko and Tomoe can get quite dirty sometimes,” said Min-Jun.
“Maybe they've just been corrupted by bad influences,” said Tomoyuki.
“You mean we had a buffer overflow?” asked Haruko.
Everyone laughed.
“Everybody loves nerd jokes,” said Tomoyuki. “Well, everyone here. I've learnt the hard way that it's not a good idea to tell nerd jokes to impress girls.”
“Or boys,” said Haruko. “You have to explain them, and then they're not funny and he just thinks you're weird.”
“I don't want to belittle you girls' frustrating experiences,” said Itsuki, “but I think I have a slightly harder time impressing girls. Even if your prospective partner thinks you're weird, you still look gorgeous. I just look pathetic.”
“True,” said Tomoyuki.
“I must confess, I'm quite shallow-minded when it comes to choosing girls. Obviously personality matters, but I won't even bother approaching her if she isn't sexy. It's stupid, really – what are the chances of finding a sexy girl who understands nerd jokes?”
“Actually, not too bad,” said Min-Jun. “I now know 4 of them.”
(Obviously, since this story is Kimiko's fantasy, the rate of beautiful geeky girls will be much higher than in real life. In real life we only know 2 beautiful geeky girls, Kimiko and Kana.)
“Anyway, I don't need to worry about that, since you're planning a date with Ai.”
“I think you'd love Ai,” said Haruko. “She's very beautiful, too. I have to tell you, though – she's a transvestite. She doesn't want to be a man, but she likes wearing men's clothes.”
“Why would I be deterred by that?” asked Tomoyuki. “I'm gay. I'm unlikely to be a closed-minded conservative.”
“I just thought I ought to tell you.”
“That's fine. When are we thinking about this date, then? Next weekend?”
“It depends on Ai. I could get Kei to ask her. They're going on the beat together tomorrow evening.”
“Good. I'll be waiting.”
The group sat in silence for a few seconds.
“How about we play something? Does anyone here play Planetside 2?”
“We all do,” said Min-Jun. “We've formed a squad. New Conglomerate, Helios.”
“I play Vanu Confederacy, Alkali. I don't have a squad. Forever alone...”
“Just create a new character and come and play with us,” said Haruko.
“I'm on Linux. I'll need to reboot into Windows.”
“Same. What OS are you boys using?”
“I'm on Windows,” said Istuki.
“So am I,” said Min-Jun.
“Actually, I might be able to get my husband to join in. I'll go and get him.”
Haruko got out of her chair and ran downstairs. As she ran she felt moderate desperation in her bladder. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, leaned against the wall and gently pushed on the front of her skirt with her left hand. She ought to go to the bathroom, but she should get Kei first. He could start the laptop while she was in the bathroom. She regained her posture and walked through the living room to the back door. She opened the back door and looked out to see Kei attacking a makiwara in the garden. She couldn't understand how he could hit it so hard without damaging himself. She'd tried it before, and nearly broken her soft hands and feet, though Kei had blamed her technique rather than her constitution.
“Kei, would you like to come and play Planetside 2 with us?”
Kei jumped back from the makiwara and walked towards her. He was very short of breath, and the hachimaki he had donned was soaked with sweat. He exuded a pungent, masculine odour which Haruko found strangely attractive.
“Of course. I'll come up straight away.”
“I'll go to the bathroom first,” said Haruko.
Kei looked at her.
“Haruko, I know this is going to sound very dirty, but do you think you could hold it in until later?”
Haruko looked up at him.
“Why?”
“Do you want to have sex this evening?”
Haruko turned her leg inwards and leaned against the wall, trying to look sexy.
“Of course I do.”
“Don't try to look sexy, Haruko, or you'll be scrubbing semen out of my underpants.”
Haruko stood up again and laid her hands over the front of her skirt.
“I always try to give you maximum pleasure during sex,” he continued, “and I know that you enjoy sex twice as much if you have a full bladder.”
“I do, yes,” said Haruko. “But you know what happens when we do that.”
Kei smiled.
“I'll put a plastic sheet over the bed. Or we'll do it in the bathroom.”
“The bathroom? Last time we did that I hit my head on the tap. I had a bruise for 3 weeks.”
(Real life experience there)
“Not the bathroom, then. I'll just put a plastic sheet on the bed.”
(We always do that when having sex, in case Kimiko loses control, as she does often.)
“It'll still make a horrible mess. And we might spill my pee on the carpet when we clean up.”
“Good point. Maybe we could do it on the kitchen floor.”
“I don't like doing it on hard surfaces. You're so strong and heavy it feels like I'm being crushed.”
“Haruko, the solution to that's quite obvious.”
“What?”
“You sit on top of me.”
“Then I'll pee all over you!”
“I don't mind being pissed on if it's my Haruko's pee.”
The talk of urination had made Haruko's desperation much worse, and she rubbed her legs and shuffled her feet. When Kei put his arms round Haruko and lifted her off the ground to embrace her, she felt a sudden surge of desperation and clenched her legs together. Normally she would not have felt such intense desperation, but her bladder had already been stretched to its limits and was now weak and slack.
“Put me down! I'm going to wet myself again!”
He put her down.
“Again?”
Haruko dropped her head and looked at the floor. Tears returned to her eyes.
“Did you wet yourself today, Haruko?”
She nodded slowly. He put his arms around her again. She put her head in his chest, since she was unable to fully reach his shoulder. Her tears trickled into Kei's shirt, which was already drenched with sweat.
“The staff at the cafe really wanted me to go, so I kept buying coffee. I had 6. Then the toilet was occupied, and I had to go to the shops to get food, so I ran there, but I wasn't quick enough...Tomoyuki bought me clean clothes, and I thought I could hide it from you...”
“Haruko, I already knew. I saw you were wearing different panties, and your eyes looked like you'd been crying recently. You can't trick a policeman that easily.”
“I tried to hold it in, Kei. But I just couldn't. Once it started coming out, I couldn't stop it.”
“I wouldn't blame my beautiful wife for wetting her panties, Haruko! It was an accident. Remember what I said about mistakes? If we learn from them, they're worthwhile?”
Haruko looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears.
“You've learnt not to drink 6 large black coffees in 1 sitting. That's a lesson worth learning.”
Haruko smiled.
“Now, how about we go upstairs and play Planetside 2 with your friends?”
“I'm not sure I'll be able to concentrate properly when my bladder's this full.” She squirmed and pressed her hands into her skirt.
“Then just tell them I didn't want to play and wanted to have sex. That way I get all the blame for being a satyromaniac.”
“I don't think you're a satyromaniac for wanting to have sex with your wife after being on evening patrol for most of the week.”
“Neither do I. I was joking.”
Haruko continued to bounce and squirm. The spasm that Kei lifting her had caused had doubled her desperation.
“I'll go upstairs and tell them. I don't think you should be climbing any stairs if you're as desperate as you look.”
“No, Kei. I'll come too.”
“Alright, Haruko, if you think you can hold it. I'll carry you if you want.”
Haruko rolled her hips and pushed into her crotch.
“No, thank you. I'll walk.”
Kei walked down the corridor to the bottom of the stairs. Haruko squeezed her legs together and followed. When she reached the foot of the stairs she shuffled from one foot to the other and bounced up and down. Since she was at home with only her husband watching her she could dance and squirm as much as she wanted.
“Stay here, Haruko,” said Kei. “You shouldn't risk climbing the stairs with such a full bladder.”
“No, I want to come.” She stepped onto the stairs, then immediately agreed with Kei as a massive spasm bent her over and made her squeal in distress. She immediately descended. Her bladder was severely weakened. She realised that holding in more urine would only make it weaker, but the thought of sex on a full bladder was too enticing.
“Haruko, listen. Go back to the kitchen and take off your clothes. Then try to hold as much in as you can while I'm upstairs. OK?”
“OK.”
“I'll be as quick as I can.”
Kei ran upstairs and into their bedroom. Tomoyuki, Itsuki and Min-Jun looked at him in the screen. They all looked distinctly impatient, and the level of sake in Min-Jun's bottle was lower.
“Finally, Kei,” said Itsuki. “Where's Haruko?”
“I'm sorry, I can't play now. Haruko and I are going to have sex downstairs. Goodbye.”
Before anyone could object, he closed Skype and ran downstairs again.
Meanwhile, Haruko struggled back to the kitchen and squirmed in the corner. To remove her panties she had to take her hands out of her crotch, and without the extra pressure she could lose control. She couldn't take them off without risking splashing the floor. She heard Kei running downstairs. He stopped in front of her and immediately began to strip, struggling to remove his sweat-soaked shirt.
“Aren't you going to strip, Haruko?”
Haruko felt regressed and infantile. She couldn't even remove her own clothes.
“I can't. I'll pee.”
Kei pulled down his trousers and removed his boxers. Contrary to some people's expectations, Japanese people do not have pixelated genitalia, and Kei bore a large, solid erection surrounded by thick pubic hair. (One of Kimiko's fetishes.)
“I'll strip you, then.” He walked over to her and knelt down.
“I can't take your shirt off with your hands in your skirt. Shall I take your panties off?”
“Yes,” whimpered Haruko. Kei's hands slid up Haruko's smooth legs and slipped into her panties. He gently eased them down her legs and onto the ground. She stepped back out of them and he put them aside.
“That wasn't too difficult, was it? You could actually have sex now if you want.”
“Yes.” Kei lay on the floor between her legs, with his penis protruding into the air. Haruko gently lowered herself down towards him, denying her bladder relief.
“Do you want me to rub you a little first? It might hurt if you're not aroused enough.”
“No.” Haruko struggled to give more than monosyllabic answers. Her desperation was so intense that she could think of little else.
She dropped onto Kei's penis and felt it slide inside her. This multiplied her desperation again. She squealed in a mixture of ecstasy and agony as she tried to thrust. As she slid back onto Kei's testicles, her sphincter finally resigned and opened. As she rose and fell urine shot out of her urethra and splashed over Kei's genitals. The release was almost orgasmic. After a few further thrusts she experienced a genuine orgasm, but this was almost indistinguishable from the pure ecstasy she was already experiencing. She howled and screamed so loudly that Kei became quite concerned that she would wake the children. His worries were displaced as he also climaxed, shooting semen into Haruko's vagina. Haruko barely felt it herself. Her extended orgasm lasted about 40 seconds. As it ebbed away she thrusted slower and slower and returned to her senses. Kei was lying in a pool of female pee, and bore a contented smile on his face. She slowly withdrew, leaving Kei's penis to relax. She looked down. Her skirt was soaked around the hemline with urine, semen and vaginal discharge, and clung to her legs. She quickly removed it and threw it away. Her legs were drooling with bodily fluids. She sat in the pool next to Kei, spreading her legs.
“Do you want me to make you come again, Haruko?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” she giggled, assuming the manner of a misbehaving schoolgirl. Kei placed his right hand on her clitoris and gently began to rub. This was what Haruko admired most about him. Kei could crush bamboo stems in his hand, but when he touched her he was always soft and gentle. As her vagina dilated again he slipped his index and middle fingers inside and began to rub her g-spot. She felt pleasure growing in her again. She squealed and kicked her legs.
“Be careful with your legs, Haruko. I want to wake up tomorrow with all the teeth I had this morning.”
She ignored him. She was too aroused to listen. She could feel another orgasm approaching. Finally, after a long plateau, she came. She screamed nearly as loud as before, and kicked high in the air. Kei looked slightly worried. He'd seen the power a girl could generate in a kick before, and didn't fancy taking one under the chin. He removed his fingers and backed away. A few seconds later Haruko's legs settled on the ground. She panted in exhaustion and fell backwards into the puddle.
“Well done, Haruko. You've got your shirt wet. Never mind, we'll soak it with your skirt.”
“Sorry, Kei. I don't think I can move now.”
“At least your panties are dry. Now, let's start cleaning up this mess. We'll go for a shower, then come back down and mop the floor.”
He walked over to Haruko. His genitals and legs were also dripping with his semen and Haruko's vaginal fluids and urine. He offered his hand to her.
“Come on, Haruko. Get up.” He paused.
“You want me to carry you, don't you?”
Haruko smiled and nodded.
“Of course I'll carry my little Haruko.”
He squatted down and put his arms around her torso. He then stood up, holding her perpendicular to his body.
“I'm going to take your shirt off. Raise your arms.”
Haruko obeyed. He pulled her shirt over her head and cast it over by her wet skirt. He then carried her back down the corridor and up the stairs. She looked up at him in humble admiration, still dazed from the pleasure she'd experienced. He opened the bathroom door, carried her inside and sat her on the toilet seat. He then turned on the shower and put his hand under it until it was the proper temperature. Haruko stood up and staggered to the shower. She put her hand into the shower.
“Is it the right temperature?”
“Yes.”
Kei and Haruko both got into the shower and felt the clean water wash their bodily fluids away.
“I don't know why it's supposed to be normal to have sex in bed,” said Haruko. “I wouldn't like to sleep in a bed we'd had sex in.”
“Neither would I. But I don't think most people's sex is as messy as ours.”
“Maybe not. But I wouldn't have it any other way.”
“Neither would I. In the past, some couples only ever had sex in the missionary position. No foreplay, no variety. Some women never had orgasms.”
Haruko shook her head. Kei picked up a bar of soap and washed himself, then gave it to Haruko.
“Don't drop the soap, Haruko. Your little rear is very inviting.”
Haruko looked indignantly at Kei.
“Sorry, Haruko. That was very immature.”
Haruko washed herself with the soap.
“Once we've finished showering, we'll dry our hair and put on our pyjamas, then we'll go downstairs and clean up the mess. Then we'll clean our teeth and go to bed.”
Once Haruko had finished cleaning herself, she turned off the shower and got out. Kei followed her.
They both dried themselves with towels, then walked into their bedroom and sat on the bed. The computer was still on.
“May I turn off the computer, Haruko?”
“Please do.”
Kei shut down the computer, then got their hair dryer out of the wardrobe. Haruko, being the nerd she was, had customised it to look like a raygun. (Kimiko has also done this. Haters gonna hate.) He plugged it in and sat down beside her again. He combed Haruko's hair with the comb on the bedside table, then dried it before doing the same for himself. Conversation obviously ceased for the duration of this procedure. Once Kei finished drying his hair, he unplugged the hair dryer and returned it to the wardrobe.
“Kei, could you do something for me tomorrow?”
“What?”
“Tomoyuki's gay, and looking for a sexy partner, so we suggested Ai. Do you think she'd be interested in meeting her?”
“Well, I haven't seen much of Tomoyuki, but from the little I've seen I think Ai would be squirting herself.”
“I thought so too. Could you tell Ai about her tomorrow? We were hoping to arrange a date by the weekend.”
“I'm always happy to help Ai find love. Now, let's get our pyjamas on.”
Haruko stood up and walked over to the wardrobe. She took out her blue pyjamas and slippers and put them on. Kei donned white pyjamas and slippers.
“Now, let's go down and clear up the mess,” said Kei.
Kei and Haruko walked downstairs and surveyed the pool of bodily fluids on the floor.
“I'll go and get the mop and bucket,” said Kei. “You fill a bucket to soak your clothes.”
Haruko filled a bucket with water and threw in her soaked skirt and shirt. It felt deeply wrong to be washing vaginal secretions off a shirt bearing children's cartoon characters. She carried the bucket out to the back door, so the children wouldn't see it and ask awkward questions. Kei mopped the floor.
“Tomorrow I'm on evening patrol again. I'll probably have gone to the station by the time you get back from the shop to collect the children. That's the biggest problem with being a police officer: most crime happens in the evenings, so most beat officers are required in the evenings. And that's when your children are home. Before then I'll be playing golf with Ai, Kenshin and Toshiro, so I'll be out for most of the day.” (Doctors like me have similar problems. I don't see my children as much as I'd like.)
“You're basically spending the day with her, then. If she wasn't completely gay I'd be concerned.”
“Most people think it's strange that my best friend is a woman. But we've never been anything other than friends.”
“I know. Did you do all the housework I told you to do?”
“Yes, all of it.”
“You're wonderful.”
Kei finished mopping the floor, then tipped the bucket down the toilet and wrung out the mop. He then thoroughly washed his hands.
“Done. Now we'll lock up, turn off the lights, clean our teeth and go to bed.”
“I'll go upstairs.” Haruko ran upstairs and locked the windows. Kei locked the downstairs windows and the back door, then switched off the lights and followed her upstairs.
“After you, Haruko.”
Haruko entered the bathroom and cleaned her teeth. Her legs were still shaking from the torments and pleasures they had suffered. Tomorrow she was going to regularly use the bathroom and refrain from masturbating, to give her groin a rest. She left the bathroom, and Kei replaced her. She entered the bedroom and got into bed. She wriggled a little to make herself comfortable, then fell asleep within seconds. Kei emerged from the bathroom to see his Haruko sleeping soundly. He thought for a few moments about just how cute she looked, then switched off the lights and joined her in bed. They didn't need an alarm clock – Sawao and Michiko reliably woke them at 7:00 every morning. Within a few minutes he too was asleep. |
We're not posting the edited version of the end of Chapter 2 because it would disjoint the flow of the story. Expect it in the final version.
This is actually only a part of the original Chapter 3, but we felt that we had to post something, so here's what we've done so far.
Chapter 3
Contains female desperation, wetting and messing, and some intimidation. Also contains profuse profanity and sexist opinions which are not held by either of the authors.
2 police officers, male and female, turned the street corner and walked down the street. The man, Miyazaki Kei, you have already met in an informal capacity. The woman, Ishikawa Ai, you have not, though she has been mentioned. Ai stood 1.7m (not cm) tall, unusually tall for a Japanese woman. Her body, though most of it was not currently visible under her police uniform, was slender and toned, like that of a middle-distance runner. Her breasts were of average size for a Japanese woman – that is, quite small. Her skin had turned a darker shade of yellow from years of outdoor pursuits, but was still smooth and soft to touch, if she allowed it. Her face was, predictably for a woman in this story, flawlessly beautiful. Her eyes were deep brown, and her hair was of similar colour and flowed to her shoulders out of the back of her cap. Though she was without doubt outstandingly beautiful, her beauty was different from Haruko's (or Kimiko's). She was not at all bulky, but her muscles were toned and strong, and her sporting prowess was exceptional. (If you haven't worked it out by now, she's my creation. Kimiko, and therefore the girls she creates, wouldn't exercise unless they were rewarded with food, sex or geeky pursuits afterwards. And I have used all 3 of these incentives.)
Since her youth Ai had rejected traditionally feminine values, and this was evident in her dress. She wore a man's cap with her uniform, though she wore a white brassiere and panties underneath for comfort. She had even dropped the patronising “-ko” from the end of her birth name. (“-ko” means “child”.) Throughout her life her best friends had been boys and her interests distinctly masculine. She spoke with blunt, masculine language, using indigenous words. So, if you know your dated stereotypes, you'll not be at all surprised to read that she was a proud homosexual, and wore a rainbow badge on her uniform to show it. She'd had several relationships, none successful, and was now single and looking for a girlfriend. Kei's news of a prospective partner was therefore extremely welcome. Currently, though, another carnal need was dominating her thoughts. No, it wasn't her bladder.
*disappointed grumbling*
Patrolling the streets had made both her and Kei hungry, and their routine meal at their local izakaya (the Japanese equivalent of a British public house, or an American bar – I probably don't have to explain all this, but I have to be sure) seemed very appealing. As they walked they scanned the streets around them for signs of trouble. As usual, they had seen nothing to cause concern. Their radios had remained silent for most of the day. As they walked down the street, they passed the supermarket where Haruko had disgraced herself the day before. Kei glanced inside, then walked on. He felt a pang of sympathy for his wife. It must have been awful for her to wet her panties in front of so many people. But she kept calm and carried on – she did her work, called her friends and gave him more pleasure than he would have thought possible prior to his marriage. He was proud of her.
Inside the izakaya, another exceptionally beautiful and exceptionally nerdy (of course) young lady was experiencing the same suffering that Haruko had done the day before. Takahashi Riko rubbed her legs together and shifted uncomfortably on her bar stool. Riko was about the same height as Haruko, at 1.61m (not cm), and had a similarly slender and sexy figure, with small breasts and soft, pale skin. Her hair was shoulder-length and deep brown. Her face was also beautiful, but it was stricken with anguish and worry, and her brown eyes were filled with sadness. Her head hung low, and her body was marked with bruises. She wore a black leather jacket over a blue and white striped T-shirt. Her legs were partly covered by her denim skirt, which finished halfway down her thighs. Underneath it she wore plain white panties. On her feet she wore short white socks and white trainers.
Her worry was not caused by her bladder, but by the man sitting on the bar stool next to her. Shimuzu Sōta was the man she once would have described as her boyfriend, but now would describe as her jailer. He stood 1.75m (not cm) tall, with a medium build and defined muscles. His face and body were undeniably very attractive, and his eyes were brown. His hair was short and black. He was tattooed across his back, though this was not visible under his black T-shirt, which bore an image of a dragon. He wore blue jeans and high boots. Inside his right boot was a knife. Already I can imagine that most of you would not want your daughter to marry this man. You would be correct. However, Riko had not had access to this description when she met him.
She was a lonely, nerdy, mildly autistic computer programmer silently wishing for a handsome boyfriend. Her looks had drawn a lot of male attention, but none of her potential suitors had suited her. Then she had met a rich and extremely handsome banker who treated her like a princess. It sounded like the plot of “50 Shades of Grey”, and BDSM sex did ensue. Unfortunately, it wasn't. Sōta's wealth came from protection rackets, loan sharking and fraud, and violence was common in his work. The level of sake in his bottles descended alarmingly quickly, and when it did, his temperament became highly brittle. Sometimes he beat her. Sometimes he even raped her. But after his rage had cooled he returned to the kind man she thought she knew, and apologised, and promised he'd never strike her again. And, tearfully, she would believe him. But he never kept his promise.
He was very possessive of her, and always took her to the izakaya with him when he went. Tonight he was here with 2 friends, Mori Yūto and Matsumada Kotarō. Both were muscular, intimidating brutes with cruel-sounding voices. They were also tatooed, and carried knives. She hated sitting for hours while Sōta and his criminal accomplices discussed their work and life in general in true Tarantino style, smoked, gambled, played drinking games and spat sexist abuse at her and any other women foolish enough to enter No Woman's Land. Supposedly Sōta was keeping her in sight to prevent her from cheating, but she knew that he really brought her so he and his friends could mock her and torment her for laughs and sadistic arousal. As the evening progressed, and they became increasingly inebriated, the abuse became worse, though it rarely amounted to violence. She'd never dare to cheat on him, anyway. He'd told her he'd kill her, and she believed him.
The izakaya was dimly lit, and the still air reeked of Turkish cigars. The acrid fumes irritated Riko's delicate lungs and eyes, and she coughed quietly and blinked rapidly. The smoke, along with the intimidating appearance of Sōta and his friends, had driven other more savoury customers off the bar stools and onto the tatami on the floor. A television showed live coverage of a baseball game, which Sōta's gang had avidly watching and betting on from the start. On the bar in front of them were several empty glasses, an ashtray and a pile of banknotes staked on the game. She had drunk only lemonade, but it had quckly travelled through her. It was late in the evening, the match was reaching its conclusion, and they had become drunk and boisterous. They offered an insightful commentary on the game.
“Catch it, for fuck's sake! Are you fucking cross-eyed or something?”asked Yūto, slamming the bar with his fists.
“Don't be harsh on him. He greased his gloves before the game,” said Sōta, smiling smugly. He looked set to sweep the pot.
“Why the fuck would he do that?”
“To please his bitch afterwards!”
“Then why wouldn't he wait until the game's over?” asked Kotarō.
“He's not that smart,” said Sōta.
Riko shifted uncomfortably on her stool. She had sat there for 3 hours already (baseball matches can be very long), and was tired, bored and desperate to urinate. She had to ask for permission to use the bathroom, but she knew not to interrupt Sōta's gang while the match was in progress. She'd ask once it had finished. It couldn't be much longer now. She thought about relaxing in the bath by herself reading manga, while avoiding dropping it in the bath as Kimiko has done on several occasions. (I shouldn't have laughed, but I did.) She knew that wasn't what she'd be doing when she got home; Sōta would want sex, whether she liked it or not. Whether or not he could actually indulge his desires depended on exactly how many glasses of sake and shōchū (potent Japanese spirits) he had consumed. More than 6, and she was spared; fewer than 6, and she was fucked, literally. But her little dream was a simple fantasy she could return to when life became depressing, which was often. It was good to escape to the worlds of mecha robots and super saiyan sometimes. She immersed herself in her dream, and swung her bare, slender legs under the stool.
The match finished with a narrow 5-4 victory for the Giants (Yomiuri, not San Francisco) over the Tigers. Sōta, Yūto and Kotarō had all bet on the score. Yūto had backed the underdog and predicted the Tigers to win; Kotarō had predicted a victory for the Giants by a margin of 3 runs or more; and Sōta had correctly predicted a Giants victory by fewer than 3 runs. The betting had grown to 10,000 yen each (not worth as much as it sounds), and he had made 20,000 yen in profit. Yūto and Kotarō accepted their losses with unusual grace, and began loudly and irreverently discussing the game. Sōta was in a good mood. Now was the time for Riko to ask permission to use the bathroom. If he refused, it would be disastrous – they would know she was desperate, and might make her wet herself. Sōta had done it before. She had to be as polite and charming as she could.
“Sōta,” she said quietly, “may I use the bathroom?”
Sōta turned and looked at her. He saw her legs rubbing and knew she really needed to go. She had adopted the cutest expression she could, and her eyes were childlike and wide. Only a sadistic bastard would have refused her.
“What does your bitch want?” asked Yūto.
“She needs to go for a pee,” said Sōta. “You can tell by looking.”
“Well, I guess you'd better let her go, for the sake of the cleaners.”
Riko felt relieved. She could go to the bathroom.
“Wait,” said Kotarō. “I have an idea.”
Dread shot through her. She dropped her head.
“What is it?” asked Sōta.
“I think we've found something else we can bet on.”
“Do you have any money left? I thought I'd cleared you out.”
“I'll pay you tomorrow if I lose. Which I won't.”
“You'd better. What's your idea, then?”
“Well, your bitch needs to pee. If she can hold it in until closing time, you get another 10,000 yen from each of us-”
“Who said I was playing?” yelled Yūto.
“I did. If she can't, and wets herself, we get all our money back.”
“I'm not staking another 10,000 yen on a bitch wetting herself!”
“Then I'll make the deal a little sweeter. If she wets herself, then we get 20,000 yen each.”
Sōta looked concerned.
“This is Riko! She's as leaky as an aid convoy to an African dictatorship. She'll drench herself in half an hour.”
“Then you'd better incentivise her not to pee,” said Yūto. “Tell her that if she lets go, she'll pay when you get home.”
“I still don't like this idea.”
“Let's have a vote,” said Kotarō. “Who votes for this wager?”
Kotarō and Yūto raised their hands.
“Who votes against?”
Sōta and Riko raised theirs.
Riko was terrified. She was going to be forced to hold her urine, and she would be beaten if she failed. It was like she was trapped in the sadomasochistic fantasies of a highly over-sexed young lady.
“Well, that settles it,” said Kotarō. “We're making the bet.”
“But it was 2 against 2!” squealed Riko in desperation. She crossed her legs to reduce the other kind of desperation she was suffering, and put her hands over her bladder. She could feel it bulging slightly.
“No, it wasn't,” said Yūto. “It was 2 against 1.”
“Why?”
“Because you're a girl. Now shut the fuck up and know your fucking place.”
“Don't swear at my bitch!” said Sōta. “That's my job!” He turned round to face her. “Know your place, bitch, and keep quiet.”
Riko dropped her head and sniffled in quiet suffering. She coughed as the cigar smoke scathed her lungs.
“So, what do we do?” asked Yūto. “Sit and wait until she wets herself?”
“Carry on as before,” said Kotarō. “If anyone hears hissing, check.”
There was a pause as Riko whimpered in misery.
“I'll buy the next round of shōchū, since I'm the only one with any money left,” said Sōta. He stuck the bar, shaking the empty glasses. “Bartender!”
The bartender rushed to him without delay.
“Another round of shōchū for all of us.”
“How about we get Riko a drink as well?” said Kotarō, in a low voice.
“How about you actually give me a chance to win this bet? We're talking about Riko here! She's fucking incontinent!”
“You mean she's incontinent while she's fucking?” asked Kotarō.
“No, you fucking moron. It just intensifies the meaning.”
The bartender looked at them with alarm and mild revulsion. He was used to profanity and the stench of Turkish cigars, but not to discussion of female incontinence.
“Just go ahead and pour our fucking shōchū,” said Yūto.
“Don't swear at the bartender, you fucking jackass!” said Sōta.
“I wasn't being aggressive.”
The bartender poured 3 glasses of shōchū and served them. Sōta paid.
“So, are we getting anything for Riko?” asked Kotarō.
“No!” shouted Sōta.
“No...” whimpered Riko. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, and stroked her swollen bladder.
“Come on!” said Yūto, loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Riko's only had lemonade! Don't you think she deserves some alcohol?”
“She doesn't want any alcohol,” said Sōta.
“You're a mean boyfriend, then, aren't you?”
“She doesn't want any alcohol. Do you, Riko?”
“I don't want any alcohol,” said Riko, her voice timid and soft. She knew that Sōta was only showing concern for her because his money was at stake. If the bets were reversed, he'd be pouring drinks down her, and smiling sadistically as he did.
“She doesn't want any alcohol. Now, let's drink ours.”
“Watch,” said Yūto. He raised the glass to his nose and drained it down his nostrils.
“That's quite impressive. I think I'll drink mine more slowly.”
“Why?” asked Yūto. “This is cheap stuff. It's not worth savouring.”
“If you want anything better, buy it when you get your money. You won't have to wait very long.”
Riko whimpered plaintively. Her bladder was throbbing with pain, but the threat of the pain that would come if she failed was far worse. Her hands moved onto her skirt and felt around her bladder. However she sat, she could not feel comfortable, and if she spread her legs her panties would receive an unsettling male gaze from around the room. Why was no one helping her? Why did she have to be here? She wished she could be back with her parents. Why did she think Sōta was a good partner? It was her fault she was here. Tears began to well in her eyes. She couldn't cry, or she'd be mocked savagely. She forced them back. She continued to shift and squirm on her stool, trying to find a comfortable, or at least less painful, position. The concerned bartender saw her, and walked over to her.
“Are you alright, madam? You look like you're in pain.”
“I really need to pee,” she whispered in confidence.
“The bathroom's over there.”
“I know. But Sōta won't let me go.”
“Why?”
“They're betting on whether I can hold it until closing time. And I don't think I can.”
He looked at them with greater revulsion, then back at her.
“That's disgusting.”
“And if I wet myself, Sōta's going to hit me for losing his money.”
“What sick fucks.” He shook his head.
Sōta looked round and saw the bartender talking to Riko.
“Bartender.” He beckoned him. The bartender walked over to him.
“Has Riko been telling you any bullshit about us making her pee herself?”
He feigned surprise. “No.”
“She's into omorashi yagai. It means that she wets herself in public and gets wet in more ways than one. She's just making excuses.”
“That's...strange.”
“It is. We let her indulge herself, because we're tolerant people,” said Yūto.
“It is true, weird as it sounds,” said Kotarō.
“You have the word of 3 men against 1 squirming girl. Who are you going to believe?”
The bartender looked back at Riko's beautiful, bruised face, her eyes glistening with tears. He knew who to believe. It wasn't the men.
Sōta and Kotarō drunk their shōchū and conversed with Yūto about work, sport and the affairs of the world in their distinctive, expletive-laden style. Riko focused on distracting herself from the agony of her bladder. First she tried to think about Magic: The Gathering. Unfortunately she used a blue/black deck and the thought of water magic made her desperation worse. She leaned forward and pressed her hands into her skirt. If only she could summon some water magic to transplant the urine in her bloated bladder into Sōta's, and make him pee himself like a schoolgirl. (Well, like Kimiko as a schoolgirl. Most Japanese schoolgirls don't wet themselves as a matter of course. Unfortunately, Kimiko did, and she suffered severe bullying for it.) She had to stop thinking about water! It was making her desperation worse! Her thoughts switched to a her most beloved game: Starcraft 2. There was no water in sight. She found that moving on her stool reduced the pain, so she shifted her rear, slid her thighs and swung her legs. She looked like someone had lined her skirt with itching powder, and drew strange looks from the men on the tatami, many hoping to glimpse her panties. Occasionally one of Sōta's gang would look at her to see her still struggling, then check his wristwatch. There was an hour and a half to go. She could never possibly hold it in for that long. But she had to. Sōta was getting very drunk, and though he was losing the ability to rape her he was also losing the ability to control his force. If she failed him, she'd get the worst beating she'd had in weeks. She could not fail. However much it hurt, Sōta would hurt her far more. She wished the bartender would talk to her again, but he was occupied with other customers and not wanting to incur Sōta's wrath. She continued to think about gaming, anime and everything else geeky girls enjoy that doesn't involve water. Her breaths were shallow to avoid disturbing her bladder, and to avoid inhaling too much Turkish cigar smoke at once.
The following 30 minutes were agonising. Yūto and Kotarō watched her growing desperation with glee, and Sōta with concern, not for her dignity but for his money. She couldn't hold it for another hour. Her bladder had swollen large and firm, and even stroking it was painful. Her hands were firmly pressed inside her skirt pushing into her crotch, as if she was engaging in a bizarre form of double-handed masturbation. She bounced, squirmed, writhed and rolled on her stool, and her face was contorted in pain. If her skirt had been lined with itching powder 30 minutes before, it was now on fire. Riko had soiled her panties many times in her life, and she knew that at this stage she could not last another hour, even if her life depended on it. She had to beg Sōta for mercy. He'd probably show none, but it was her only chance.
“Sōta,” she whimpered, her voice quavering from the strain of retaining her urine. “I can't hold it for another hour.”
Sōta span round. His voice was as malevolent a hiss as is possible after 2 glasses of sake and 3 of shōchū. Though no one else could see, he also needed to urinate, but he did not want to leave to go to the bathroom in case Yūto and Kotarō decided to intervene while he was away.
“Don't let it go, Riko, or I'll beat you unconscious.”
“But Sōta, I can't hold it. I'm going to pee myself.”
“No, you're not, if you know what's best for you. I'm not losing 40,000 yen because you can't be arsed to use the toilet like a big girl.”
“But Sōta, it's not a choice. I'm going to pee whether I want to or not.”
“That's just your excuse. Shut the fuck up and hold it like a big girl, or I'll rape you so hard my dick will erupt from your head.”
Most girls, including Kimiko, would have drenched themselves in terror at this point. Riko, however, barely managed to contain her urine, and clenched her legs tight as she tried to calm herself. She could think of nothing but her bladder, and was straining to prevent it from realeasing. She couldn't hold it for another hour – that was certain. And Sōta's threats were genuine. Only one option was available to her – escape. If she jumped off her stool and ran out of the door, wetting like a waterfall, she could probably get away. A night on the streets was better than a night being battered by Sōta. In the morning he would return to his kind self, and welcome her back. She swung her legs round and launched herself off the stool. As she did she felt her straining sphincter burst open. Warmth exploded into her panties as her feet hit the ground. She immediately sprinted as fast as she could towards the door. A jet of urine shot between her legs and splashed the floor like a power hose. Some customers seated on the tatami were gifted with a complimentary golden shower, which none of them particularly enjoyed. The relief was almost orgasmic. In a way it felt liberating to let go in her panties as she ran. She released herself as she released herself from their sadistic game.
As soon as Sōta saw her leap from the stool, he swung round and followed her. Yūto and Kotarō also swung round, but they swung into each other and drunkenly tumbled onto the floor. Sōta was about 3 metres behind Riko as she pushed open the door and ran outside. She turned left, still urinating at full force, and without looking back sprinted away, leaving a river of urine behind her. Every bystander near her gave at least a passing glance. However, even drunk, Sōta could easily outpace Riko, and within 30 metres he had caught her. Riko, feeling freedom rushing through her and urine rushing through her sodden skirt and panties, felt 2 hairy arms grasp her around the waist and halt her. At that moment she felt pure, primal terror. Though she did not notice, she lost control of her bowels, and loudly defecated in her panties. Sōta whipped her round and stared into her petrified eyes. She hung helpless in his arms, crying inside, but unable to even produce tears from her eyes. She wanted to die, and never see the world again. Sōta's eyes were struck with sadism, and in his trousers his penis was struggling against the effects of alcohol. His voice was soft, but that only made it more menacing.
“We're going home, bitch. When we do, you're going to wish you were dead. And by tomorrow, you will be.”
Riko was trembling all over. She felt like she was about to vomit. The flow of urine from her skirt stemmed to a trickle. Why did she have to be geeky little Takahashi Riko? Why couldn't she be a tough girl, and resist him? It was her fault. It was all her fault. Those were her last thoughts as she slipped from consciousness. |
This chapter contains extensive male content, for the straight women and gay men who would otherwise be very bored by now.
EDIT: The italics have returned. Apologies for the inconvenience.
Chapter 4
Contains male desperation, wetting and humiliation, brief violence and sexist opinions not held by either of the authors. Also contains yuri and yaoi subtext.
Fortunately for Riko, Kei and Ai had witnessed the entire spectacle. Ai's attention was alerted when she saw a girl running down the street urinating like someone had turned on a tap (faucet) in her underwear. She stopped.
“Kei, that girl's wetting herself.”
Kei looked at her, and remembered Haruko.
“I see. Poor girl.”
“We'd better go and see if she needs some help.”
They saw Sōta running behind her, then grabbing her. Ai's face turned to horror.
“Fuck,” said Ai. “This looks serious. Kei, film this.”
Ai was a very unorthodox police officer. She had little regard for the failed and primitive Japanese legal system, and conducted her own investigations from start to finish. Senior officers had initially been sceptical, but she yielded such successful results that she was allowed to do as she wished. Her colleagues for her shift at her kōban (police substation), Kenshin and Toshirō, did most of the everyday work, such as the biannual surveys and traffic direction. Kei was her assistant, who accompanied her on patrol. Ai, unlike most Japanese police officers, favoured hard evidence over statements, and whenever she interviewed a suspicious person Kei filmed the interview for irrefutable proof. Kei took out his Nexus 7 (PRODUCT PLACEMENT FTW!) and began to record as he and Ai crossed the road and approached Sōta.
Ai sidled up beside Sōta and stepped in front of him. She possessed a gift for deduction, and her brain immediately went to work. This man was used to fighting, unless he had a propensity for diving into thorn bushes. His breath smelt of alcohol and cigars. His muscles were tensed, and his eyes bore a look of rage. She had to be especially tactful to avoid having to send him to hospital. She put on her cutest smile and hung her hands by her side.
“Excuse me, sir. Please may I ask what's happened to that unfortunate girl?”
She looked at Riko, limply slumped in Sōta's arms. Her legs were tracked with urine, her skirt was drenched, and a foul smell emerging from it suggested that urine was not all she had passed. Her bare legs and face were marked with bruises. She, unlike most Japanese police offcers, did not like to assume, but she could already imagine roughly what had happened, and was not feeling much sympathy for Sōta. This girl was so beautiful! Maybe she was actually rescuing a damsel in distress, like she had dreamed of doing since puberty. Sōta was also awed by the beauty of the woman in front of him, though he was puzzled to see her in a man's cap. Normally he was polite and courteous when dealing with the police, but his judgement was severely compromised by his intoxication with alcohol and rage.
“She's my girlfriend. She had a seizure.”
He stepped to Ai's side and tried to pass her, holding Riko in his arms. Ai stepped in front of him again and blocked his path. Still bearing a cute and playful expression, Ai slowly wiggled her finger.
“No, sir. You can't walk away until I've finished with you. Have you called an ambulance?”
“No,” he grunted.
“Well, don't you think you should? If she's had a seizure, she needs to go to hospital.”
“She doesn't need to go to hospital! She's fine! Just leave us alone!”
He tried to pass her again. Ai once again stood in front of him.
“I'm just showing concern for your girlfriend. What are you going to do with her, then?”
“I'm taking her home.” His patience was in short supply.
“Has she ever had a seizure before? Does she have a history of epilepsy?”
“You don't have the right to ask about my girlfriend's medical conditions!”
“Actually, I do. Now, please tell me. Has she ever had a seizure before?”
Sōta was furious. What right did this girl have to interfere in his relationship? What right did a girl have to be a police officer, anyway? Had the police force run out of men? He'd join if it kept women out.
“Yes, she has, and I know how to deal with it. Now do me a favour and pee off.”
Ai's expression changed to that of a teacher scolding a misbehaving student.
“I don't like to hear language like that, sir.”
If the sober Sōta could have seen the way he behaved after this statement, he would have been horrified, though only for his own sake.
“That's because you're a girl. Your dainty little ears get offended by swearing. Now, get back to the kitchen in your kōban where you belong, let the men do the real policing and leave me to take care of my own girlfriend.”
Ai was incensed, but tried not to show it. She was used to sexism, and it didn't offend her much anymore.
“I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not going to pee off. I'm going to stay with you until your girlfriend regains consciousness, so I know she's alright.”
Sōta tried to pass her again, and Ai stepped in front of him again.
“Why are you so eager to get away from me? If my girlfriend had a seizure, I'd want someone else to care.”
Sōta stopped. Disgust drew on his face.
“Your girlfriend?”
“I'm gay, not that it matters. That's why I wear my rainbow badge. Anyway-”
“So our police force is not only taking girls, but gay girls? Fuck. At least that explains why you're wearing men's clothes.”
“Could you show me a little more respect, please? I'm only asking to be treated as an equal.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you're a stupid dyke who's kidded herself into thinking she can be a police officer. Now, fuck off back to the kitchen, or I'll have to slap you and put you in your place.”
Even as sexist abuse goes, this was serious. Ai felt deeply sorry for the girl who had to have this arsehole for a boyfriend. She winked to Kei, signifying for him to prepare to take violent action from behind. And no, yaoi fans, that's not what we mean.
“I'm sorry, sir, but if you continue to be abusive I'll have to arrest you for verbally abusing a police officer. Now please calm down. I don't mean you or your girlfriend any harm. Just let me stay with you until she regains consciousness. Maybe we should go inside, and let her lie somewhere warm.”
Any temper Sōta had was now gone.
“I told you to fuck off, bitch. If you don't get away from me in 10 seconds, I will smack your cute little face so hard you'll cry like a schoolgirl. Then you'll know your fucking place and stop fucking around with people's relationships!”
Ai remained calm, but she brought her hands up to her chest. Sōta was confident. This cute little girl couldn't possibly do him any damage. He'd show her which was the superior gender, then outrun her partner. If he had been sober he would not have thought that he could outrun a man in top physical condition while drunk and carrying a girl, but he would not have got into this situation if he was sober.
“I'd seriously rethink that threat if I were you,” said Ai, displaying knowledge of the subjunctive, which is different in Japanese, not that many people would be interested. Sōta ignored her warning. He didn't bother reaching for his knife – she was wearing a stab vest, and he didn't need one to deal with girls. He threw Riko on the ground like a doll, dropped into a drunken jiyu-dachi (fighting stance) and shot a powerful reverse punch at Ai's solar plexus. If it had hit her, it would have broken her sternum and several of her ribs. However, Ai's Shàolín-like reactions allowed her to dodge the blow. She grabbed and locked his arm, kicked the back of his left knee with a roundhouse kick which Chuck Norris would have been proud of, then threw him to the ground and held him in an agonising armbar, driving her knee into his back.
“Now,” she asked calmly, “do you wish to surrender?”
“No,” he grunted. “Fuck you!” He struggled to escape. Ai forcefully pushed his arm. He screamed in pain and thrashed on the ground. Tears of pain and humiliation welled in his eyes. He'd been beaten by a girl. In 5 seconds. And it was on film. His “face” was gone.
“Yes! Yes! I surrender! Just let me go!”
Ai released the pressure, but kept him armlocked. She knew better than to release him until he was handcuffed.
“Kei, handcuff him.”
Kei walked over to him and put his right arm into the handcuffs. His body was free of resistance. Ai gently guided his left arm into the cuffs, and Kei locked them shut.
“I don't think I really need to say it, but you're under arrest. Kei, keep him restrained while I tend to the girl.”
A tear trickled down Sōta's bristly face.
“Oh, you're crying?” said Ai. “I guess you've learned to know your place.”
Sōta began to sob. His arm and knee were still throbbing with intense pain. His 5 glasses of sake had travelled quickly through him, and now his adrenaline was ebbing away he began to notice that he was desperate to urinate. All his life he'd used force, or the threat of force, to get what he wanted. If a client said “no” to repaying his debt, he made him pay. If Riko said “no” to sex, he raped her. Now he'd been beaten at his own speciality by a girl. A cute little girl with a rainbow badge who didn't even like to hear him swearing. Now he was going to prison. Yūto and Kotarō would divide his business. His life was in ruins. He might as well cry like a little girl. Nothing mattered now.
Ai walked over to Riko, lying sprawled on the pavement like a discarded doll. Her legs were splayed open, giving Ai a view of her filthy panties, stained brown at the back. Streaks of brown were splattered over her thighs. Her legs were still tracked with evaporating urine, and her socks and trainers were soaked. Ai felt deep sympathy for her, but also a little uncomfortable arousal. She crouched down beside her and put her into the recovery position. She checked her airways, breathing and circulation. All were healthy. An ambulance was probably unnecessary. She just had to wait.
“Kei, call a squad car. We need to take this arsehole to the cells.”
Kei called for a squad car on his radio. A large crowd of observers had surrounded the scene, including Yūto and Kotarō, who stared in shock at their friend being beaten and humiliated by a girl. Sōta did not see them, but he knew that they had seen him. Ai looked at Riko's bruised but beautiful face. She reached out with one hand and gently stroked her long, soft hair.
“Ai,” said Kei. “Don't be unprofessional just because you're dealing with a pretty girl.”
“I'm not going to be unprofessional.”
She continued to stroke her hair. How could such a beautiful girl have such a disgusting boyfriend? If he even was her boyfriend. She'd be a good girlfriend to her...she smiled to herself. Of course she wasn't gay, and even if she was, it would be very unprofessional to become involved with her. She looked back at Sōta. He was still lying crying on the pavement, and his legs were rubbing slightly.
Ai looked back to see Riko's eyes fluttering open. Riko looked up at Ai's beautiful, concerned face and recoiled. Ai spoke softly, and once again adopted her cute expression, with wide eyes.
“It's OK, madam. My name's Ishikawa Ai. Call me Ai. What's yours?”
Riko struggled to pronounce her name.
“Takahashi Riko.”
“Riko? That's a beautiful name.”
“Where's Sōta?”
“Who's Sōta?”
“My boyfriend.”
“If by “boyfriend” you mean the arsehole who attacked you, he's lying handcuffed over there. I beat him up.”
Riko rolled away. Anyone who could beat up Sōta was frightening.
“You don't need to be frightened! I'm a police officer. I haven't just stolen the uniform.”
Ai's sense of humour was lost on Riko, but she rolled back towards her. Riko noticed that she'd defecated in her panties, and put her hand on the back of her skirt. She felt the faeces squelching in her panties, and wrinkled her face in disgust.
“Did Sōta attack you, Riko?
“Yes.”
“You're safe from him now, unless he crawls across and bites you.”
“Ai,” said Kei, “don't try to be funny.”
“I'm just lightening the mood!”
“Consoling traumatised victims isn't really your strength.”
“True.”
“Maybe we could switch positions?”
“No.”
“You don't want me to interrupt your intimate moment, do you?”
“Now who's trying to be funny? Let me get back to consoling Riko.”
Ai turned back to Riko.
“Do you want anything to eat or drink, Riko?”
“No, but I do want some clean clothes.”
“I'm sure you do.” Ai turned to the crowd. “Does anyone have any spare clothes? Jeans, panties, anything? Riko's soiled herself.”
No one answered.
“Well, you're helpful. If I ever soil myself, I hope I'm in better company than you.”
She turned back to Riko.
“I'm afraid no one has any clean clothes. We could go to a bathroom and strip and wash you, but you wouldn't have anything to change into.”
Ai and Riko looked at each other.
Sōta's bladder was causing him severe distress. The alcohol he had consumed had had a diuretic effect, and he was now in urgent need of relief. He felt a growing, throbbing urge in his penis. He squirmed on the floor. He couldn't even hold himself with his cuffed hands. He'd already been humiliated. He wasn't going to humiliate himself. He squeezed his sphincter and tried to stay as still as he could. Kei, still recording, looked down at him.
“Ai, I think Sōta needs to pee. Badly.”
Ai looked at him and smiled.
“That's made my day. Now he's going to the station in wet trousers.”
“Ai, as much as I'd like to see that as well, we can't make him wet himself. It is on film.”
“I suppose you're right. What are we going to do? Escort him to a bathroom and open his flies for him? Because I'm not doing that to someone who tried to break my ribs.”
“You can't, anyway. You're the wrong gender.”
“That's one case where I don't care about gender discrimination.”
“Well, I suppose I'll have to take him. Do you need to use the bathroom, Sōta?”
Sōta had to go. He was going to wet himself if he was left there much longer. Alcohol is a potent diuretic.
“Yes.”
“Ai, where's the nearest bathroom?”
“Take him to the izakaya. No, wait – there's the squad car.”
The squad car pulled over by the side of the road. Sōta felt utter dread. If they put him in the car, he might wet himself. He clenched his legs together as the urge grew in his flaccid penis. He strained at his handcuffs in a drunken effort to break free, just so he could grab his crotch and lessen the pain. He was more desperate than he'd ever remembered being.
“Sorry, Sōta,” said Ai, “the car can't wait. You'll have to wet yourself like your girlfriend.”
“Ai,” said Kei, “this is on film.”
“Let me go for a pee!” cried Sōta, his voice cracking in despair. They probably wouldn't listen. They're probably make him pee himself in front of his friends. This was the ultimate shame.
The door of the squad car opened.
“Take him for a pee, Kei,” said the driver, Sugiyama Iwao. “These seats are tough to clean.”
Kei hauled Sōta off the ground and put his arm around him. The shock of movement made Sōta's bladder spasm and he grunted in pain. Riko felt a little glee.
“Come on, Sōta.”
Kei walked, almost pushing Sōta as he shuffled along beside him. His face was wrought with the pain of retaining his urine, but he knew that relief was near. Ai turned back to Riko. As she did, a woman in her 40s moved through the crowd carrying a pair of jeans, panties, socks and trainers. Ai stood up.
“I've got things for the girl,” she said. Ai walked over to her and embraced her, leaving her slightly surprised.
“Thank you,” said Ai, bearing the cutest smile imaginable. “If I ever wet myself, I know who to be near. How much do I need to repay you?”
“Nothing. I'm always ready to help a woman in need.”
Ai embraced her again.
“Thank you. You're awesome.”
(Kimiko thinks that embracing people is an acceptable way to show gratitude. This has led to some interesting incidents.)
She took the clothes and turned back to Riko.
“Riko, we've got clean clothes for you. Come with me, and we'll get you clean.”
Riko stood up, her legs shaking, and followed Ai along the street. They passed Kei and Sōta. Sōta glared at Riko, making her flinch, before bending over in desperation and trying to break his handcuffs. The urge in his penis was almost unbearable. He felt as if he was about to wet his trousers every second.
“If we're lucky, Riko, we can watch Sōta wet himself. You'd like that, wouldn't you?”
Riko smiled. “Yes.”
They reached the door of the izakaya. The men inside looked up and saw the return of the girl they had last seen sprinting out of the door urinating over them, accompanied by a regular customer.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” said Ai. “We're just coming to clean Riko up. She had a little accident.”
“We know,” said one man. “She pissed in my beer.”
“She didn't mean to. Anyway, we're coming through.”
Ai and Riko stepped over the men on the tatami. One of them glanced up Riko's skirt, and recoiled at the state of her panties.
“Shall we go into the ladies' bathroom,” asked Ai, “or shall we wait and see if Sōta wets himself?”
“Let's wait,” said Riko. If Sōta was going to wet himself, she wanted to see it. Kei and Sōta entered the izakaya. For Sōta each step was agony, but he knew he didn't have far to go. He couldn't pee himself in front of everyone in the bar. He counted each step towards the door. He saw Ai and Riko waiting there. Why did that dyke have to have such a cute-looking face? Appearances were deceptive.
“Kei,” said Ai, “I-” She stepped forward. As she did, she absolutely accidentally with no intention whatsoever swept Sōta's legs away and sent him crashing to the ground. She showed absolutely genuine and not at all feigned horror as he hit the floor and cried out. He felt warmth exploding into his trousers. He tried to stop it, but his efforts were vain. A dark stain flourished on his jeans, and urine poured onto the floor. Riko was right. It wasn't a choice. Even if his life had depended on it, he could not have stopped his sphincter from releasing. He howled in pain and humiliation. Ai's expression of horror cracked into laughter. Riko started giggling, too. Even Kei smiled a little. Laughter is infectious, and as the customers on the tatami saw what had happened they burst into ripples of laughter as well. Sōta would have pierced his eardrums to silence the laughter. Among the laughing crowd were Yūto and Kotarō. He began to sob again. At the first chance he had, he'd kill himself. That was the only way he could redeem any of his shattered dignity.
“When you've finished laughing, Riko, you can come and clean yourself up with me,” said Ai.
Riko didn't finish laughing for a long time. When she did, Sōta was lying in a massive pool of pee, crying like a newborn baby. She opened the door to the women's bathroom and entered with Ai. They entered a vacant cubicle. Ai locked the door.
“Well, get changing. I'll take your dirty clothes.”
“Why are you in the cubicle with me?” asked Riko, slightly disturbed.
“Because I'm a pervert. I'll leave you to change yourself.” She quickly left the cubicle and looked at herself in the mirror. She was a very attractive girl. If she met herself, she'd want to marry herself. She leaned against the wash basins and perused the cracks on the ceiling. She felt disgusted. Despite all her training, there was still a part of her which wanted to passionately kiss Riko and feel the slender curves of her body. A yuri fantasy was still playing in her head where Riko quietly admitted that she liked girls, and they embraced each other as lovers. She probably wouldn't feel like this if she actually had a girlfriend. But she was going to get a girlfriend! Tomorrow she could call Tomoyuki. Kei said she was almost as beautiful as Haruko. She felt a slight pulse in her genitals as she thought of actually meeting her.
Meanwhile, Riko removed her sodden shoes and socks. She emptied her trainers into the toilet, then threw them in a pile along with her socks. She removed her skirt and looked at it. The front was soaked with urine, and the back marked with faeces. She threw it in the pile, then looked down at her panties. They bulged at the back with stools. She grabbed them and dropped them to her ankles. Inside they held a large brown mass. She tipped it into the toilet, then threw them in the pile. She took toilet paper and scrubbed the bodily waste off her legs and crotch, then pulled on her clean panties. It was refreshing to be in clean underwear again. She pulled on the new jeans. They were a little big round the waist, but she was lucky to have them. She donned the new socks and shoes, which were ill-fitting but sufficient, and left the cubicle.
Ai looked back at the pile of dirty clothes. They were filthy.
“Those are destined for the trash cans outside,” said Ai. “That's what my police gloves are for.” She picked up the pile and left the women's bathroom. Outside, Sōta was gone, and the bartender was mopping up his puddle.
“Goodbye, ladies and gentlemen. Sadly we can't eat here tonight. We'll have to go back to Kenshin's cooking...”
Ai and Riko left the izakaya. Ai dumped the dirty clothes in the trash can.
“Ai,” asked Riko, “are you gay?”
Ai turned round. “Yes. Hence my rainbow badge. Now let's get back to the car.”
They saw Kei and Sōta waiting by the squad car, and hurried over to them. Riko felt enormous gratitude towards Ai for rescuing her, but there was also...something else. She felt slightly attracted to her.
“You're scrubbing out the squad car, Kei,” said Iwao.
“Really you should blame Ai. She tripped him.”
“No. Ai's too important to do that.”
“No, I'm not,” said Ai.
“No, I'll do it for you. You don't deserve to after you did so well arresting him. Although I did think you used slightly excessive force after you subdued him.”
“I'll kick myself in the head when I get home.”
“She's serious,” said Kei. Riko looked at her.
“It's my version of a self-criticism. I'm crazy like that.”
Kei bundled the devastated Sōta into the car, then got in beside him.
“Kei,” said Ai, “I don't think we should have Riko and Sōta in the same car. I'm going to walk her back to the kōban to get her a hot meal and a shower, then take her home. She can come in to give evidence in the morning. Leave Sōta in the cells, then come back to the kōban. Tell them not to question him, and that I'll be interrogating him in the morning. I don't want them interfering in my case. Apply for a search warrant to his residence. If he has a computer, we'll have more hard evidence to use against him, and we may even find his connections.”
“Ai's word is final. Iwao, drive us to the station.”
Kei closed the door. The squad car pulled away.
Inside the car, Sōta withdrew into himself, and didn't speak a word for the entire journey. He felt his wet boxers and trousers clinging to his legs, and was starting to itch. He knew that death was the only end to this humiliation. He'd kill himself as soon as he could. Life wasn't worth living anymore. The car pulled up outside the station. Kei roughly threw him out of the door and dragged him into the police station. He closed his eyes, pretending not to notice the people chuckling at the sight of his tear-tracked face and soaked trousers. The pulling stopped. He stopped staggering and opened his eyes. He was in front of the superintendent, a dour-looking old man with large glasses. He was not dour at all, and his appearance was deceptive.
Kei bowed to him, and pushed Sōta into a bow as well.
“What is your name?” asked the superintendent.
“Shimuzu Sōta.”
The superintendent smiled.
“Mr. Shimuzu! We've heard about you before. Although I was expecting a slightly more frightening man than you. But then, most men look dishevelled after Ai's finished with them.”
“I'm leaving him in the cells until tomorrow. Please don't question him. Ai would like to do it herself.”
“Of course she would. She'll do a better job than most of us.”
“She would also like a search warrant for his residence, if you can get one.”
“I can. I'll just check the database...”
The superintendent found Sōta's residence, a penthouse apartment.
“We'll have a warrant by the morning. Now, take him to the cells and search him, if you haven't already.”
“Yes, sir.”
Kei walked Sōta down to the cell block and took him into a room designated for strip searches. He uncuffed his hands.
“Take your clothes off.”
“No,” said Sōta.
“It's an order. We need to strip-search you. Take your clothes off.”
“No,” he said more feebly.
Kei slammed him into the wall, winding him, and tugged off his boots and socks. Urine sloshed out, but so did a large knife. Kei looked shocked.
“You, sir, are in serious trouble,” he said, mocking him with formal address. “This is all on CCTV.”
He picked up the knife with his gloves, so as not to leave his fingerprints, and placed it on the table. He unlocked his handcuffs and removed his shirt. Sōta did not want to resist anymore. Kei saw the tatoo on his back.
“Interesting. Obviously I can't make quick judgements, but...”
He pulled off Sōta's trousers and underpants, leaving him naked. He looked through his pockets to find an old smartphone, his wallet, a wet box of Turkish cigars and a lighter. He then handcuffed him to a pipe and put his clothes and possessions in separate plastic bags, labelling each “Shimuzu Sōta,” then adding the date.
“Since you were carrying a knife, I'm going to have to give you a cavity search. Be still and it won't hurt very much.”
He removed his police gloves and put on a pair of latex gloves. Sōta felt sick. This was even worse than he had imagined. He strained at the handcuffs in an attempt to escape that even he knew was futile. Kei opened his jaws and looked down his throat. There was nothing. He pushed a table up to where Sōta was standing.
“Bend over.”
“No...”
“Sir, this is an order. I need to check your rectum for drugs or other contraband.”
“You don't,” he pleaded. “There's nothing up there.”
“I need to check. Be still, and I'll be quick.”
“No...”
Kei pushed the table into Sōta's abdomen, bending him forward, and pushed him over. He knew he shouldn't be so brutal, and that this cavity search was completely unnecessary, but he hated violence against women, and this man was almost certainly guilty.
“Don't struggle! I'm not trying to hurt you.”
He put his gloved hand up Sōta's anus and briefly felt inside before removing it again.
“I'm very sorry, sir, but I had to check.”
Sōta felt violated. No man had a right to put his hand up there. He'd never been for a prostate examination. Kei removed and disposed of his latex gloves, then donned his police gloves again.
“I'm not going to leave you naked overnight. You need some dry clothes. I'll get some.”
He opened the cupboard and brought out a bright pink uniform with a Hello Kitty face on the front. It was “kawaii”, as we'd say over here, but in a man's size. He threw the uniform to Sōta, then uncuffed him again.
“Put it on.”
“No.”
“I can't leave you naked in the cell. Put it on.”
Even in his drunken state Sōta knew what would come of trying to resist, so he obeyed.
“It's very warm. You won't be cold. Now, have a night's sleep before the interview in the morning. You'll need to have a very fresh mind to get out of this one.”
Kei led Sōta to his cell and locked him in. He walked back to the search room and collected the plastic bags to take them to the forensics department. He considered calling Haruko to tell her he'd be late coming home, but decided against it, since she'd be in bed by now anyway. He had to call Ai and update her about the situation.
Sōta's cell was unusually comfortable, with a proper bed, a chemical toilet and washing facilities. However, there were no razors, so he could not slash his throat. If there had been, he would have done so as soon as Kei had left. He ought to sleep, even just to get away from the torments of the day. He was so utterly emasculated he didn't even care that he was wearing a Hello Kitty uniform. He just wanted to sleep and never wake again. He sobbed as he slipped from consciousness.
Edited January 13, 2013 by IForgotMyPassword
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So this is a story I am writing about my favorite band! :) I'm in it too, and this is the very first time I've ever shared my omorashi fiction with anyone, so feedback is extremely welcome! and later on there will be some bed wetting. Enjoy!
Chapter 1:
It was the day Katie had been waiting for all year. She was FINALLY leaving to spend the whole summer in Florida with Carlos at his beach house. He had invited her, Katie's best friend Thomas, and his friends as a birthday present, and finally, they were leaving!
"Now be careful," Katie's mother reminded her as Carlos pulled into the driveway. "I love you, text me, all that good stuff."
"I will Mama," Katie said, hugging her mother.
"Hi Mrs. Kopp," Carlos said as he walked over to them. "I promise I'll take good care of Katie." Katie let out a titter, she always felt tingles when Carlos wrapped his arms around her.
"I know you will," Katie's mom said. "And I know you two won't be sleeping together, RIGHT?"
"Moom!" Katie whined. Carlos chuckled.
"I promise, no sleeping together," Carlos fibbed easily. He actually had packed a box of condoms at Katie's request, unbeknownst to her mother. Katie gave her mom one last hug as Carlos loaded her stuff in to the car.
"I'll see you at the end of the summer," Katie promised. And she ran off to the car. As she buckled up, Carlos popped in a Taylor Swift CD, and they were off.
"Carlos I can't thank you enough for this," Katie said as they got on the Highway.
"Anything for you babe," Carlos smiled. Katie sang along to every song on the album, only interrupted as the album ended and Carlos' phone rang.
"Hellooo?" Katie answered.
"Someone's had too much Taylor Swift this morning," Logan chuckled. "We were gonna stop for Starbucks at the next exit. y'all wanna come?"
"Let me ask Carlos," Katie answered, turning to her beau. "You wanna grab some starbucks?"
"Sure," He said. He was feeling a little sleepy, so he figured some caffeine would help.
"Yeah, we'll meet y'all there," Katie said.
"Sweet," Logan said, and he hung up. Carlos pulled off the highway and followed Logan's red truck to the starbucks parking lot.
"Morning beautiful," Kendall said as Katie hopped out of the car. Carlos followed behind her. "Where's your other friend?"
"He's stuck at home finishing up school for the year," Katie explained. "He'll fly out next week."
"Ah," Kendall answered. Suddenly James pulled up in his silver Ferrari with his girlfriend Halston, pulling up in her tan Honda behind him.
"We gonna get coffee or what?" He asked, flashing his perfect smile. Everyone went inside and ordered their coffee. Katie remembered that she had medicine she was supposed to take for her bladder, but not wanting to draw attention to herself, she left the pill in her bag. That one choice though, would become her undoing.
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Everyone got back in their cars and got back on the highway. Everyone stayed in a sort of line, but Halston texted Katie that she and James were gonna stop soon for a bathroom break and they'd meet the gang in Florida. Katie then became aware that she needed a pee too.
"Hey Carlos? Can we stop at the next exit?" She asked.
"But we're making such good time baby," He sighed.
"Well then just keep going," Katie smiled. She knew that wasn't gonna end well, but maybe she could make it. it wasn't even an hour later and she knew she couldn't.
"You okay sweetie?" Carlos asked.
"Um," was all Katie could manage to say. It felt like she was about to burst. "Carlos we need to stop."
"But baby we're in the middle of nowhere," He sighed. Why didn't she just tell him sooner? "I promise next exit we'll get off, okay?" Katie nodded, but she knew she wouldn't make it that long. She was rocking back and forth, trying to be a lady, but ended up grabbing her crotch. Carlos popped another CD in the player, this time a Jonas Brothers one, hoping it would distract her.
"Hold on baby, just a little bit longer," Carlos said, rubbing Katie's back. She gasped, and suddenly there was the sound of liquid dripping on to the floor. Carlos was on the innerstate, so he pulled the car off to the side. At this point Katie wasn't even trying to hold anything back. She had her eyes closed and tears were falling down her cheeks. It didn't take her long to get to empty, and when she did, she let out a sob.
"I-I-I'm so sorry Carlos!" Katie blubbered.
"Baby it's okay," Carlos said, hugging her. "I should have listened to you." Katie just laid there in his arms, sniffling and feeling beyond mortified. Then Carlos had an idea as a wave of desperation hit him too.
"Would it make you feel better if I pissed myself too?" He asked honestly.
"Y-you would d-d-do that for me?" Katie asked. Carlos nodded. "Then sure." It didn't take him long. All he had to do was think of the waves at the beach and his bladder let loose. Soon you could hear the liquid hitting his side of the floor, and Katie let out a giggle. Carlos smiled.
"Let's go get some gas and clean up, okay?"
"Deal," Katie giggled.
Edited December 6, 2012 by bashfulbeauty16
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I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's about two people in a band, but that's irrelevant to the story, all that matters is that they know each other and are more than just friends (in this story, anyway).
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Steve and Bunny's slave-and-master bonding time picnic had gone quite smoothly so far. Steve had allowed Bunny to sit on his lap while he fed her and was now stroking her arm while she lied on her back, and though it was a little hot, the sunny day made the scenery quite pleasant.
They were in a park that was all but empty, taking refuge from the California sun under a large tree adjacent to the main nature trail that cut through the park. Steve wore a dark blue tank top with a matching bandana around his dreadlocks and some cargo shorts while Bunny wore a black dress with white polka dots that had been a gift from Steve. It was very old-fashioned, giving her the look of a 50s housewife. She also wore a tight leather collar around her neck, the sign that she was currently subject to Steve's every command.
Although the afternoon had been lovely, there was a small disturbance that crept upon Bunny as the day passed. A gradual pressure had been building up in her lower body, but suddenly it became unbearable. She sat up quickly, surprising Steve.
"Steve… I mean, sir…" she said quietly, feeling a little embarrassed. She wasn't sure why.
"Hm?"
"I need to use the restroom."
"Is that so?"
"Uh… yes. Yes, sir. May I?" Her cheeks turned slightly red. It was like being a child again, having to ask for permission from a teacher to leave class to use the potty.
He looked thoughtful for a second, or as much as he could with his eyes hidden behind his signature shades. "Hmm… no. Permission denied," he stated cooly, taking a sip of his water.
"What?!"
"You heard me. Don't question me, slave."
"But… but why? I just need to take a leak real quick, that's all. I'll go behind the tree, even-"
"I said, no," he repeated firmly. "You'll have to hold it until later."
Bunny started to fidget, her legs stuck together firmly. "You don't understand, I need to go."
"I understand completely."
"Then why won't you let me go?!" she complained. "Sir?" she added as an afterthought.
"Because I want to watch you squirm," replied Steve, a smirk on his face, setting down his water.
"Huh?"
"I like seeing you desperate. Turns me on."
"You…" She trailed off, at a loss for words. Her bladder felt like it was going to explode, and here that bastard was, just sitting and enjoying the picnic like nothing was wrong. "You want me to pee myself, don't you?"
He only smiled.
She had wondered why he had given her so many drinks. Now it made sense.
Funnily enough, she had never pegged Steve for watersports, or… what was it called? She had seen the word before on a fetish site. O-something… Om… Omo…
"Sorry, doll. I guess I never told you, but I'm into omorashi. You know what that is, right? Hope that isn't a problem. Unless you think you can hold it for another hour."
Bunny pulled a little at her collar to let in some air, hoping to find a little relief in the gesture. "I… I might be able to…" she said, squeezing her legs together more tightly.
Her words were blatant lies; there was no way she could hold it for more than a few minutes. Maybe he would feel sorry for her and change his mind? She couldn't bear the thought of losing to him, being a bad slave and failing a direct challenge, but the idea of wetting herself wasn't too appealing, either.
Steve only continued smiling as she squirmed. She was so close to losing it, but she was determined not to give in to it. Part of Bunny felt bad about this, thinking that it made her a bad slave for not just giving up and wetting herself, which would obviously delight Steve, but also because her determination not to lose control seemed like she was trying to fight his control, which was the exact opposite of what she wanted to do.
Her master broke her out of her reverie by taking her hand and placing a piece of ice in it.
"Ahh!" she gasped as he enclosed his hand around hers, keeping her from dropping the ice cube. "What are you doing? Sir?"
"Making the game more difficult," he said slyly. "Can't take it?"
"I c-c-can…" she stuttered, feeling a sharp pang down below. Her hand started to burn around the ice, growing numb quickly.
"I love to see you fight," he growled under his breath, whispering hotly into her ear. "But I'd love even more to see you cave."
She shuddered. All of the stimuli were not helping her aching bladder. Her face grew warmer with embarrassment as he egged her, squeezing her hand and continuing to whisper in her ear, right where she was so sensitive.
Bunny almost hated to admit it, but she was starting to feel really aroused. Was it just an inability to tell the difference between needing to take a pee and true arousal? Or was this omorashi stuff actually turning her on like it turned on Steve?
Steve surprised her by pushing on her stomach, and she yelped.
"Hey! That's cheating, sir!" she cried.
"I make the rules here, if you remember," he said, pulling on her collar.
She panted when he finally released his grip, nervous. She had nearly lost it when he pressed on her. One more push like that and it would go everywhere.
To her horror, he pushed again. She couldn't help but gasp as she felt a tiny trickle of warmth escape. Thankfully, the dam had yet to burst, but it wouldn't be much longer before she lost it.
"Please, don't," she whined, wriggling underneath his touch as his fingers lingered on her abdomen.
"But I want you to let go."
Was that… a command?
"Let go."
"I… I can't…" she mumbled, rocking back and forth. "I just can't!"
"I said, let go," he said in a forceful tone. He meant business.
"Sir, please," she begged. "I'm gonna…"
"Let. Go."
He spoke no more, watching as she wiggled and writhed and moaned before the pressure finally took its toll and she lost the battle. She let out a cry as warmth gushed forth from her, soaking her panties and the front of her dress. Wetness spread on the picnic blanket, leaving a large dark spot as proof of her accidental release. The flow continued for almost a minute, eventually slowing to a trickle as her bladder became empty. All she could do was stare at the ground in shame, a feeling of hotness permeating through her enter body.
She had lost.
And god damn it, she was aroused.
Steve leaned in and kissed her, reaching under her skirt to touch her through her wet panties.
"You're so lovely," he murmured between kisses. "So beautiful when you lose control."
"I need you," she gasped, "right now."
The man smiled. "I knew you would like it."
Edited December 6, 2012 by charm-alarm
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" Come on, we have to! " Argued Kelsy.
" Why? " Inquired Angel back.
" Because its so much fun! " She said back.
" I'll believe it when I see it, " Angel shot back, rolling her eyes.
" Then come on, lets go see it and experience it! " Kelsy demanded.
All week, Monday morning to Friday night, Kelsy had been trying to convince Angel too go to a new horro flic in town. It was unbelievable that it was rated 14A. Angel had saw the previews all week, and she knew she'd probably cry watching that movie. Soon, though, Kelsy managed to convince her. It was playing that very Friday night. Kelsy took a long look at Angel, who looked nervous. Angel was fairly short, about 5'4, but beautiful. She had amazing curves, and you could never see her without skinny jeans hugging her perfect legs and ass. Angel had brown hair, silky and soft, as well as beautiful hazel eyes to tie her all together. Kelsy was almost a clone to her though, but she was a little bit taller, 5'5. She wore dark blue skinny jeans, which also hugged her beautiful ass, and had amazing blue eyes as well as blonde hair. But a bad part to being a small ( yet beautiful ) girl, was a small bladder.
Angel had perfected holding her pee after her second public accident. Still, desperation was a daily occurence. It didn't matter if it was the bus ride home or a simple walk to Kelsy's house after school, she always ended up having to pee. Angel couldn't even begin to imagine how bad she'd need to pee at a horror movie.
Time moved by fast, and before Angel knew it, there she was, sittng by Kelsy with a large drink in her hands and som popcorn. The movie started off pretty simple, but grew more scary every twenty minutes or so. It jumped from horror stories to pop ups. Angel looked down at her bluish - green skinny jeans that curved around her ass so perfectly. She really needed to pee. Angel was squirming in her seat as the movie progressed. It went about its story with about two pop ups, both of which caused her to leak a little in her panties. She knew she was damp.
By the movies end, the crotch of her pants was a tad bit wet and she could practically taste the pee. She looked over at Kelsy, frozen in place.
" Kelsy? Its time to go, movies over! " Angel said, doing a bit of a potty dance.
" I.. I..had an accident, " Kelsy said, weakly, opening her legs to show the darker blue skinny jeans completely soaked and a puddle on the floor. Kelsy had tears in her eyes and she reeked of pee.
It sort of turned on Angel to see her very hot friend wet herself and lose control.
Kelsy looked at Angel who unknowingly had her hand in her crotch.
" You have to pee too? " She inquired.
" Really, really, really badly.. " Said Angel back, taking her hand off her weakening bladder for a split second to show her tiny wet spot. Kelsy took this second to hit her bladder, and Angel shuttered, almost exploding on impact. A giant shot of urine flowed from her, going down her left leg. It trickled into her white sock, then into her shoe.
" No, Kelsy please! " Shouted Angel as she grabbed her crotch and left the now empty theater room. Her hand was soaking wet from her jeans, but she didn't care. The minute she jumped outside to the bathroom, there was a five person line. She couldn't hold it. She saw Kelsy run out of the theater, her hands running a tickling motion. Angel ran.
Angel was about half way down the mainstreet of the small town when she stopped for a breather. Her pants were almost soaked and she hadn't let out half of her bladders contents. Pee was dribbling into her panties, drip by drip.
Drippppp...
The urine hits her cotton white panties with a little splash. It soaks out, creating a moistness, then dribbles down her leg, making a small trail on her sexy skinny jeans.
Drrrippppp...
The urine hits her panties again, but goes back and soaks her ass. Pee warms her freezing ass as she feels it run around her thighs.
Angel breathed heavily, she wasn't much of a runner. It was a nice summers night, yet she could feel the coldness overcome her body. She had to get back to Kelsy's house. It was three minute walk from her. Three minutes wasn't enough. Angel shoved one hand in her crotch and bolted down the mainstreet into the residential area. Immediately, she welcomed herself into the first house on the right (Kelsy's) and ran into the basement. But there, in front of the closed bathroom door, stood Kelsy with an evil grin. Her soaked pants turned on Angel so much as she walked seductively over.
Drrrippppp...
Kelsy finally made her way to her friends face, grabbed her by the sides, and tickled her violentely. Before Angel could count to three, pee splashed out of her. It was too much. Too much for the small girls bladder to take. It ran down both her legs, wetting her pants thoroughly. It overfilled her shoes and splashed onto the white carpet, making a yellow stain. Angel gasped as she looked at eye level to Kelsy, while still peeng herself. Kelsy smiled and simply said:
" You may want new jeans, babe, " seductively, winked, then walked away. Angel looked down. She was just finishing peeing.
Angel quickly walked into Kelsy's room, blushing. Kelsy laid on her bed, smiling. She was just in her wet panties now. They were black, but obviously pee - stained.
" That was .. hot, " Angel said, smiling.
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Too Much Maths
By Ranpalan
Another piece of paper fell to the floor, most of the text crossed out. The desk was surrounded by such scraps: some crumpled, others straight, a few particularly messy ones torn in half. Amidst the mess sat a rather frustrated redhead: dressed in black jeans and a bra, her left hand already pulling up another sheet and her right jotting down the painfully familiar phrase:Let epsilon be a positive real. Let delta be...
The girl paused, looking at the problem once more. She couldn't do this one thing because she had already tried it and it didn't work, and she definitely coludn't do this other thing because even though she hadn't tried it, it would obviously not work anyway. Worst of all, her best friend had already solved it the day before and that meant war.
It wasn't the first time Nataly had challenged her like this; she was the smarter one, while Tara often had to sacrifice sleep to even get the problems done. Today was even worse than average, the alarm clock showing 4:18.
Tara stared at the words she had written down, doing her best to visualise the function in the metric space and cringing again: C-infinity of C was not a set she could see at a glance. Her mind was wandering, begging to be allowed to lie down and finally sleep, but she wasn't going to tolerate it. The room was already littered with cans of red bull from previous sittings, three of them still on the table.
Grabbing one and taking a few sips, Tara was assaulted by yet another worldly need. The girl shifted, but she knew she couldn't work this way; she had been drinking the whole night to keep herself awake, and she wasn't one to allow herself a break without a good reason. It was as good a time as any now that she had so much distracting her, though, especially with her growing headache.
The rest of the red bull disappeared down her throat and she pushed herself up from the chair, leaning on the desk as her body adjusted to the change in pose. It was at moments like this that Tara thought something might be wrong with her: had it been any other moment she would have spent a little more time looking for a solution, but now she merely gave her crotch a squeeze and headed towards the door.
One step, two steps, three... Tara cursed, realising the room had spun and she was now heading for the window. She turned along with it, chasing the door as it ran from her grasp, and decided to lean on the floor to not fall over. It seemed to work.
Consciousness is a funny thing. It wasn't all that rare for Tara to lose it, although she had never before misplaced it so far. When she found it, she had come to a rather peculiar place: clearly a metric space, as she could feel that she was closed, but otherwise not very familiar. In this space, Tara felt unbounded, and truth be told, she would probably have stayed there forever if not for the all the more pressing need to pee.
Amongst her other concerns was the petty fact that eternity was a concept rather alien to spaces with no clear time. As any reasonable person who found herself in a vector space would do, Tara had quickly started constructing a basis. The reluctance with which this basis was coming to her, the girl was starting to suspect the space may not have one at all. That is, of course, if the closed set she now was could be considered a girl.
Perhaps if Tara had thought about the fact that sets have neither bladders nor pants and thus cannot wet one or the other, she would have been a little less concerned about her physical predicament and a little more concerned with her mental issues. Had that been the case, she would probably not have grabbed a few of the functions crowding around and, having ensured it was bijective, passed the world through it.
This world was much easier to understand. She was herself again: not quite her normal self, but at least something recognisable. She was looking into her own eyes, unable to move.
Just as in the previous case, she wasn't all that tightly bound to herself, though. She could see herself, and another herself, and another... The world, as far as she could tell, consisted of a long line of pairs of hers, every next pair a little different from the previous. The changes were slow, and she had to look past several million pairs before she realised what she was doing with herself; not very flattering, but she had wished for it herself.
A bijective function later she is in space-time once again, seeing it all as if from above. Was it the universe, or just her model of it? She didn't want to know. She was Tara, a mostly-normal university student. She had been Tara, a gifted and passionate secondary school student. She would be...
She would be wetting her pants soon if nothing changed, but that wasn't the point. She knew she could hide that, and the future there was okay. It was the further future that she looked at gloomly: her fathers' death, her financial troubles... So much that clearly would soon happen, and yet that she could do so little about. And on top of that, the feeling of understanding: seeing all of the little mistakes that had lead to it and how they could have been fixed.
The functions were suggesting a solution again. Not that they were moving or making any sounds (functions don't change, of course), but Tara knew what they could do. It wasn't a one-to-one function, but that couldn't be all too bad. She could try to lose some of the less important things that way; perhaps if she cut enough away, the world would be a better place.
It took a while longer before she could think again. She? That's how she used to be called. Who this "she" was beyond her. She didn't like being nameless, though. She was a set, she may as well call herself Q.
She felt compact. This space clearly had a lower dimensionality than where she had been before: so low, in fact, that it was finite. Something must have happened that had made her forget so much: she could feel that there were pieces missing out of her. Perhaps a matter of dimensionality?
Q needed to do something. It was something unclear, something so entirely otherworldly that she couldn't quite place it. It didn't fit well with the abstraction of the world as an immutable vector space, and none the less it was an urgent, pressing matter.
For now, however, the most important thing to do was to calm down. There wasn't much she could do as she was; the world around her was dead simple. Not realising the absurdity she started counting the vectors. A more experienced traveller would have told her -- had they any means of communicating -- that such an activity rarely helps one get inner rest, and he would have been entirely right: there is little scarier in any world than finding out you are a subset of something countable.
The question of how one knows that a countable world is too small to be real is a difficult one. Perhaps those who have seen the continuum notice the missing pieces when most of their world disappears. Perhaps the non-existence of some limits that really should exist tips people off. Perhaps it was just the sketchy nature of it all: as if the world had been outlined but never filled in.
Whatever the reason, Q was quite willing to get back into the world of the reals. More functions, jumping out one after another. There were very few surjective ones in the foreground; they knew what Q wanted, and their fearsome continuous backsides would not put her off now. She chose one almost at random, looking into its mouth -- since when did functions have...
If only she was a Cantor set. Even those disgusting creatures were better than her now, their impossible to grasp points still more numerous than hers. The feeling could be described as emptiness, although it was quite the opposite: between every point of her there were infinitely more than there were in all of her, most new and alien beyond recognition. She had wanted a continuum, and she had gotten it, and it had all too much room for her.
She couldn't stay there. She couldn't stand the alien simplicity of it, the minor differences that differentiated it from Q. She had hoped to become bigger after the transformation, but of course the cardinality of the image of a set is never greater than the cardinality of the original set, and every transformation would simply make her smaller and smaller.
The journey had never been what mattered to her. She wasn't sure how she could say this: she didn't remember who she had been, or what she had done then. The world was a blur of points; not surprisingly, seeing as how many there now were. Q wanted to be alone.
A function. She was a function. No, she was a set with a function. And a function. The function was nice. The function was her. She applied the function. She applied herself to the function. This was nice. This was peaceful. She could do this forever; applying herself to herself, over and over again, all alone. Alone.
The desk lamp was still on, illuminating the paper Tara started her last attempt on. The morning had arrived; the lighter sky faintly visible through the blinds, and the slowly growing noise of student household life. Had someone opened the door and looked in they would likely have seen nothing of note: the usual mess of papers, food wrapping, and cans as could be expected from any student dwelling. Some pillows and blankets here and there. In the twilight, the immobile girl was hard to spot if you weren't looking for her -- and it
would be several more hours before anyone would come looking for her.
Those who did notice her would probably notice a little more: the girl had one hand holding her crotch tightly, as if she had been rubbing herself through her jeans before lying down to sleep on the floor. Her legs were moving the slightest bit, thighs clenching. Other than that she was uncannily still, as one could be when in shock of a dreadful realisation.
Moments later, the aura of mystery was gone. Tara stirred, her eyes darting open and her hand digging all the more deeply into her crotch. Using her other hand to sit up, she crossed her legs tightly and mumbled, "Shit..."
She pushed herself a little further up, then froze, cursed again. Hands shaking she undid the button and fly on her jeans, then looked around, her gaze stopping at the nearest can. Apparently, it would have to do; even without the pressure of the jeans making it worse, Tara knew she couldn't get down the stairs without thoroughly embarrassing herself.
The can was almost in hand's reach when it happened: she froze, grabbed herself all the tighter, and then relaxed. She wouldn't be able to do any more now, that much she knew from her experiences when drunk, and there was no need to make more of a mess than she already had. Feeling like a complete fool Tara set there, waiting for her bladder to empty. Time dragged on; two important problems had resolved themselves, and now Tara was all too eager to be done with one and write out the other.
Finally, she could stand it no longer, and Tara grabbed the nearest scrap of paper and got a pen out of her pocket. Still peeing she wrote, her handwriting messy from excitement:Let epsilon be a positive real. Let delta be half r times epsilon to the fourth.
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Hi thar :3
I'm new here, and I would like to share my ideas and stuff with omorashi fanatics like myself. I decided I'd do a Kid Icarus Uprising fic, because it's my favourite game atm :) and I would recommend it to anyone.
I'm not sure where in the game I'm setting this, but definatley somewhere after Dark Pit is created.
I will update this story when I get the time, but if I reach a block, I will write about something related, but not the same.
Before you guys start reading this, it contains mostly MALE charries in these situations. There also isn't really any wetting in this part, but I will put in more as this story progresses.
Enjoy~
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Killing Underworld monsters is never an easy job. Although, Pit may make it look easy, but it really isn't.
Especially today. He had other things on his mind in this certain land battle.
"How many more, Lady Palutena?" He questioned, killing a Monoeye by striking it with his First Blade.
"I'm...not sure. They just keep on coming and coming and-" Palutena was cut off.
"I get it, at least you're not fighting them yourself."
"Is it really that bad?"
"It's distracting! I'm half focused here! Can't you bring down any Centurions?"
Pit was referring to his bladder. He hadn't been to the toilet whilst in Skyworld, and left telling Palutena until he was in an air battle.
He wasn't desperate, but his body was telling him to find somewhere to go. He had to ignore these instincts for the sake of the town's people.
"I'm sorry Pit. They're not built for a long hard battle, unlike you." Palutena replied, sounding a little concerned. "Can you hold it?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Tell me if it gets worse. I don't want that tunic getting ruined."
Pit had been fighting on land for just about a half hour, and the baddies didn't seem to be depleting as fast as his needs were growing.
He wasn't sure whether he could hold it or not.
"That, and it'd be embarrassing..." Pit said, throwing away his now broken First Blade, and pulling out his trademark Sacred Bow.
He lifted his lower body into the air as a projectile aimed at his crotch was fired.
He shoved his hands into his crotch, and held his thighs close, as that movement had put some pressure onto his bladder.
"Pit, are you okay?!"
"Y-yeah..."
He returned into his "firing stance" and let loose an arrow at the plant-like Mik creature.
He looked around, and realized that there were only some Monoeyes, Miks and two unarmed Skuttlers left.
"I can handle these!" Pit yelled, charging at the group of Miks.
He slashed at them with his bow, still very aware of the increasing pain in his bladder.
"H-help!" A little girl's voice screamed.
Pit looked in the direction of the cry, and noticed the Skuttlers attempting to corner somthing.
As he ran in their direction, the Monoeyes surrounded him.
Using the Heavenly Light power up, he was surrounded by a beautiful spotlight, which killed off the Monoeyes slowly. He shot arrows at the ones flying away, until they disappeared into a purple mist.
A shockwave ran through Pit's body, and he doubled over, holding his lower abdomen.
Time was running out fast.
"S-still kickin'," He uttered, pulling himself up.
He'd been fighting for fifty minutes now. The strain was horrible. His bladder was aching, and his urethra was starting to throb.
"Pit...I can take you back now if you want." Palutena said, watching her angel with worried eyes.
"No, I have to save that little girl!"
Throwing a Meteor Shower at the Skuttlers, he made short work of them.
He ran over to the little girl, and scooped her up in his arms.
As he ran behind a stone arch, a heavy thud filled the town, as two giant Clubberskulls landed in the centre.
He looked down at the little girl, who had a very wet patch on the crotch of her brown dress.
"No..." he moaned, holding his crotch.
He was getting very desperate. His legs rubbed together, his body shivered, his urethra throbbed violently, and his bladder was been stabbed.
Ten minutes, his mind told him.
To defeat two Clubberskulls? Not enough time.
"Stay." He said, walking out of the arch towards the Clubberskulls.
Clubberskulls weren't a pretty looking enemy, they were like hearts. Not the cutetsy, cartoon hearts, they're like real human hearts. With arms, an eye and a taste for angels.
These were slightly different from normal Clubberskull's though; they were twice the size, and were a sickly yellow colour.
"I'd pull you out Pit, but you need to defeat those Clubberskulls. Can you-"
"I'll try my best." Pit replied in a weak, yet bitter tone.
Punching and kicking were totally out of the equation, and his arrows would do very little damage.
Time for a barrage of power ups.
The first Clubberskull burnt as he threw a burning explosion at it, and was shocked by the mega laser, it's health was depleting, but not fast enough.
The second was almost completely oblivious, until Pit used his three last mega lasers on it.
It died after about a minute, which left Pit to defeat the other.
He couldn't, there wasn't enough time.
"I-I'm begging for you to take care of that Clubberskull, Lady Palutena, I-I really can't hold it any longer!"
"It's okay, I understand."
Pit ran back behind the arch as he unzipped his fly and let it all loose. He leaned his head on the stone wall as he got his well deserved relax.
However, he was crying, he was horribly embarrassed, she was probably watching him do this.
"I'm sorry..."
"Light Wipe-out...GO!"
The Clubberskull disappeared in a flash of light. The town was safe.
However, Pit couldn't have been any less prepared for the coming impact from behind.
"What's up, Pit-stain?" the dark angel hissed, thrusting his arm into Pit's neck.
"A-Ah, n-now's really not the time for this, Pitoo!"
"Oh really, and why's that?"
Pit didn't have to answer that, as his urethra relaxed involutarily, and a fine stream of warm, gold urine hit Pitoo's sandal.
Pitoo let go of Pit's neck, and stumbled backwards, as a feeling of euphoria swept over him.
"A-ah..." he moaned, his hands covering his protruding crotch.
Pit started to float in the air for a few seconds, and he closed his zipper whilst given the opportunity. He wasn't done yet though.
"I'm bringing you back to my temple, Pit." Palutena said, using her powers to lift the angel to Skyworld.
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Something I've been doing bits and pieces on for a while. This is in relation to the online web comic TwoKinds (which I have now pissed all over, apologies).
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"OK." Zen paused alert in the moonlight at the edge of a thick forest, scanning the line of trees. "From what I know, the humans who've been tailing Trace and you lot entered this forest this evening, heading north. They're not near enough to you to be of any trouble just yet, but we need to try and keep you lot one step ahead. I asked you here because I need your help to eavesdrop, to see whether we can find out what they're planning."
"Sure thing." Natani's robed form stood behind him, magically conjured and shimmering in the moonlight, sharing the link they both possessed between their minds. She smiled confidently. "Shall we get going?"
The two of them entered the trees, following paths where they could, trying to predict which route the humans would have taken. Occasionally some discarded food or recently trodden footprints were visible in the shafts of moonlight, reassuring Natani that they were on the right track. The night was warm and calm with only the slightest of breezes - it would be easy to hear any disturbances in the surrounding flora, but Natani and Zen also had to make sure that they themselves kept as quiet as possible.
It was not the threat of being discovered, however, that was preying on Natani's mind. As the night wore on and she and Zen ventured deeper into the forest, Natani began to grow dully aware of a nagging sensation. It was soft at first, and focused on searching for their group of humans she paid no attention to it, but lodged in her lower abdomen it refused to go away. It was only when the two of them passed a stream, where the water cascaded a short way off some rocks into a pool below with a persistent spatter, that Natani realised she was finding it difficult to concentrate.
"Hold up a sec, Natani!" Zen shot her a sudden message telepathically. They had reached a clearing surrounded partly by bushes and some brambles, which obscured them well from the rest of the forest.
"What is it?" she asked aloud.
Zen drew close to her. "I just need to - go into the bushes for a minute," he murmured, grinning sheepishly. Natani could see he was holding himself delicately, on tip-toes. "I - drank a lot this evening. Keep a look out, could ya?"
"Fine," she grumbled with a sideways glance, and then added "- but I need to go too, so don't take too long, OK?"
"I won't." Zen smirked, throwing Natani a telepathic jab. "Because we both know that you've got the lesser willpower, don't we?"
"Hey! That was years ago!" Natani glowered hotly. "We were tailing that Basitin for hours - !"
Zen sniggered as he pranced into the dense foliage. Natani clenched her fists. If mind-links could hurt, she knew exactly where she'd be sticking her virtual foot.
A light breeze lifted the leaves on the trees above Natani's head. She stood, glancing back along the path they had walked and over the tops of the bushes surrounding the clearing, her toes twitching a little in anticipation. The trickle of the stream they had passed was making her feel uncomfortable, and it didn't help when the sound was joined by a light patter emanating from the direction in which Zen had hidden himself. Natani's bladder gave the smallest of twinges and she checked herself, shifting her position. She was aware of an whisper of satisfaction springing inside her head, where her mind was intrinsically linked to Zen's, but it did little to subdue her own abdomen's soft but persistent nagging.
The finger of a discreet puddle wormed its way out underneath the lowest leaves of Zen's hiding spot before soaking into the soil. Natani held herself firm until the tell-tale noise of trickling urine slowed and stopped, and as Zen re-emerged and took her place she slipped off behind a large tree and squatted down in the undergrowth. She'd forgone underwear - her black robes would help her stay hidden in the night, but panties were an unnecessary and uncomfortable burden for her Kiedran body - so her quick break should end up being just that. Nevertheless, Natani had never tried going to the toilet while in a mind link with Zen before, and part of her wasn't sure whether it would be possible. After all, it was only her ghost that was here in this forest, wasn't it? Unsure, she pulled the hem of her robes up over her bent knees and positioned her undercarriage to aim at the patch of ground just in front of her.
It was like her brain was miles away from her body. Though the sensation of her filling bladder nagged at her, it seemed to take a while for her muscles to respond to the signal to relax, as if her body was resisting her. Natani felt a trickle of urine seep sluggishly towards her open groin, and tensed her legs to ready herself.
Seconds later, Zen heard the bushes rustle behind him and turned around in curiosity as Natani re-emerged, flustered and blushing.
"Did you go?" he asked aloud.
"I - I can't," Natani stuttered.
"What do you mean you can't? Did you try?"
"I mean I can't!" Natani barked, aware of an abashed flush creeping up her face. "I tried but I couldn't!"
As it happened Natani had found out that she could go, but the momentary relaxing of her bladder hadn't been as pleasant as she had hoped. There had been a split second where she had crouched, confused, feeling the trickle of pee leave her body but seeing no warm liquid splattering onto the ground, before she realised what was about to happen.
"I'm only sharing your link," she muttered to Zen. "I went to sleep to join you while I was dreaming, so my real body is back in bed." She adjusted her robes awkwardly, her hold on her bladder tight once again but embarrassingly aware of the warm, trickling sensation that she could feel had soaked briefly into her inner thigh. Part of her mind suspected that, back in her room, she'd just wet herself a little in her bed.
"I'll just hold it, OK?" Natani attempted to regain some of her coolness, relaxing her pose a little and making her way back to the path they had been following. "I'll be fine."
"How badly do you need to go?"
"Zen," she insisted. "I'm fine. Let's just get going."
As she and Zen set off into the trees once more, Natani couldn't help remembering the day her brother had goaded her about earlier. The feeling of warmth and wetness resurfaced in her mind, a sense of relief not entirely eclipsed by shame. She had insisted earlier that day that she would be fine, unaware of how long they would have to keep tailing their target. Despite remembering the crushing weight of her embarrassment part of Natani gleamed inwardly at the gushing sense of relief that had pervaded her afterwards; how lovely it would be to empty herself after they had completed this mission, and the quicker the better. Her bladder moaned silently to her as she walked, but she ignored it. She had work to do.
After another while of careful searching, Natani knew they were drawing close to their targets. She recognised fresh footprints in the well-trodden paths and could smell the faintest scent of cooked meat drifting on the light breeze. They slowed, taking care to make as little noise as possible in the foliage, and it wasn't long before voices became audible beyond a circle of tall trees up ahead, over the sound of a crackling camp fire. The pair paused some twenty yards away, surveying the forest and attempting to work out the best way to get close without being spotted.
"Maybe we could climb into the trees?" Zen suggested. "Get a better vantage point and keep an eye on where they're looking. Do you reckon you could do that if I tried to sneak nearer to their tents?"
Despite her best efforts, Natani wasn't giving Zen all one hundred percent of her attention. The walking had been a welcome distraction from her bladder, which had steadily been filling all the while, and now that they had stopped she found herself uncomfortably fidgety, her right foot bobbing unconsciously on the soft ground. Not for the first time that night Natani returned briefly to wonder how much longer it might be before she was able to relieve herself, but she had barely given a half formed reply of assent before Zen began sneaking off through the leaves and branches, leaving her on her own.
Natani sighed inwardly to herself, ignoring another insistent cry from her abdomen, and selected a grand oak tree whose camouflaged limbs bent in towards the clearing to provide a suitable point to eavesdrop from. She tiptoed over, making sure to stay out of sight behind the thick and gnarled trunk, and silently swung her athletic body up onto the lowest branch. As she began to climb, Natani could feel the strain of the exertion on her already overstretched bladder; the nagging had become an itching, and every branch she mounted pulled at her stomach muscles and sent twinges of desperation shooting through her body. Reaching the first large branching in the tree trunk she paused for a second with legs pressed together and then, feeling the urge overpower her for a second, clasped her robes around her groin briefly with one hand.
"Come on, Natani," she muttered to herself. "Just a few more minutes and you'll be back in your own body again."
Steeling herself, she began to climb again, much to her full bladder's displeasure. It wasn't long before the overhanging branches were spread out in front of her, and she carefully edged her way along until she could see the group of travellers encircled below her. There were four of them in total, talking in hushed voices and eating whatever meat it was they had roasted on the camp fire. Squatted precariously between the leaves, and acutely aware of the breeze embracing her bare undercarriage underneath her robes, it was consuming all of Natani's willpower to hold on to the warm liquid inside of her. Feeling increasingly desperate, she mentally reported to Zen what she could see.
"Four of them - three males, one female - they're all engrossed in whatever it is they're talking about, I wish I could understand them. It looks like you should be clear to get a bit closer -"
Suddenly, Natani realised her grip was slipping. She sunk her claws into the branch she was perched on, wrapping her legs around it as she abruptly lurched from her crouching position onto her stomach. The sudden pressure and alarm on her bladder was too much, and clench as she might Natani was unable to stop an escaped trickle of urine that she felt squirt uncontrollably from her groin. She grimaced; holding on as hard as she could she struggled both for her balance and for her bladder, and through gritted teeth barely managed to retain both. Her slip had made the branches of the oak tree rustle in the darkness and Natani lay awkwardly, sweating and desperate, hoping that the night would cloak her from sight.
It seemed that it did. All four of the humans below stopped their conversation, looking around for the source of the noise, and Natani swore that one of them stared her right in the eyes, but none of them appeared to spot her. They returned uneasily to each other, their voices now mere whispers, and Natani slowly and painfully pulled herself back into a more dignified position. Her legs were quaking and she could feel the mischievous warmth of her pee had soaked into the fur around her groin, back where her body lay in bed, teasing her with the tiniest agonising jabs of relief.
In a split second, Natani decided enough was enough. Needing to go this badly was putting their mission in jeopardy, and she couldn't hold on much longer.
"Zen," she shouted silently. "I'm going to have to go back. I -" Natani was sure her sense of urgency would be detectable even through the mind link. "- I really need the toilet."
"Oh, Natani!" came the invisible reply, and Natani cursed Zen for his patronising tone. "I'm getting close! Can't you hold on?"
"Zen, I've been holding on for the last half-hour!" she snapped, backing up to the tree trunk and once again squeezing herself with one hand. "I can't take much more of this!"
"Surely you could just go anyway? It's only a bed -"
"Zen!" Natani sighed and softened a little. "Look, I know the mission is important but I'll only be gone for a few minutes. I'll get up, nip into the bushes and come back to help, OK? I've got enough crystals for that."
"Alright - just don't take too long! I have no idea what the humans are doing and I don't want to be found out!"
Deeply glad for this final permission to leave, and with her overfilled bladder aching urgently, Natani grabbed one of the crystals from around her neck and broke it from its necklace. A brief rushing noise filled the air as the lush forest dissolved around her, and Natani suddenly found herself wide awake, lying under the covers of the bed she had settled into.
The slightly sticky dampness between her thighs was immediately apparent. Tearing back the sheets, Natani lit the oil lamp beside her bed and peered at her mattress. There was a small dark patch on the deep red linen and, pulling up the hem of the robes she had slept in in order to wear them in the mind link, Natani could see glistening droplets clinging to the soft fur around her labia. The barely controllable itch from inside her protruding abdomen was insistent, and wasting no time she discarded the cumbersome robes and crept out of the bedroom with the oil lamp in her hand.
Outside the woodland hut she had discovered the previous day, the night was tranquil and quiet. The same light breeze that had pervaded the forest where she and Zen had just been travelling was present here too, and Natani felt it embracing her naked body as she tiptoed across the soft grass towards the edge of the clearing, and down the steep bank to where she would find more cover. Her bladder's subliminal moan was unrelenting now, demanding her constant determination to keep the bulging strain of the previous evening's fluids in check. A few of the bushes nearby rustled as Natani placed the oil lamp delicately down on a flat rock and slunk behind the trunk of the tree that stood next to it. The breeze fluttered teasingly between her thighs as if it were trying to prise her open and she quivered slightly, all her intentions on crouching down and letting go of her warm, awkward burden at last, when a murmured whisper from somewhere nearby was caught in her hyper-sensitive ears. She paused, reluctantly, and listened. Something about the tiny rippling noises of the leaves of the bushes behind her told Natani she was not alone.
Suddenly, a loud yell. Nanani jumped, and the tiniest squirt of urine spattered onto her right foot, but the silhouette of a spear-wielding human leaping out of one of the bushes to her right stole all of her attention. She leapt sideways into the nearest undergrowth and heard another scream as a second human joined the first, bellowing something in a language she didn't understand. Disregarding both the oil lamp and her overfull bladder, Natani made a run for it into the surrounding trees as nimbly as she could.
These were human hunters. She knew by the spears they had been holding; they must have been watching her while she had been preparing to relieve herself. Her assassin instincts driving her, Nantani sprinted through the dense foliage, looking for a place to hide and lose her assailants. A thick border of trees stood up ahead and she headed for them, intending to use the cover to slip away; she dashed between them and skidded down a steep, grassy bank on the other side onto what appeared to be a cliffside path.
It seemed she had miscalculated. This wasn't a good place in which to escape after all: in front of her a large valley sprawled in the moonlight, filled with the greens and yellows of trees, but bordered on Natani's side by a sharp and rocky cliff. The only way down was a winding dirt path, completely open and visible; that was out of the question. In a split second Natani made a decision: glancing over the sheer edge of the cliffside, she saw the mouth of a dark cave hiding in the side of the rock and scrambled down, slipping inside between the rubble.
The cave was dark and tight, tall enough for her to stand in, but with large boulders and fragments of rock protruding from the walls. Natani squeezed between them, the pounding of her over-full bladder still nagging at her, and crammed herself into a small gap behind a rock that would conceal her from the entrance. She crouched, panting slightly, knees pulled to her chest and listening intently for any sign of her pursuers from above.
With Natani's immediate danger at bay for a moment, she became almost immediately aware that she wasn't going to be able to last much longer without relieving herself. Her bladder felt desperate from holding on for so long, and even as she sat Natani couldn't help but squeeze one paw into her crotch to try and alleviate the itch. She was stuck here, effectively, until she was sure the coast was clear, but all she could think about was how badly she needed to pee. As the seconds ticked by and she crouched quivering in desperation, Natani became more aware of the shrouding darkness around her, of the almost mischievous sense of secrecy as she knew she was concealed from the outside world. How lovely it would feel to be able to finally go...
The thought had barely crossed her mind before Natani made the decision she knew she would. In the muffled silence of the cave a tiny trickling sound erupted, growing quickly into strong hiss and spatter as she began to relieve herself onto the cold rock floor.
Natani couldn't help a sigh of gratifying relief escaping her muzzle. Pent-up urine was streaming down the insides of her legs because of her cramped hiding place, but lost in emptying her bladder she didn't care. Flooding from her groin, warmth quickly started to pool around her bare feet, soaking into the fur and steaming slightly in the cool night air. She crouched, peeing quietly, but over her spattering Natani's ears caught a murmur from the path above, followed by the sound of shuffling as someone slowly descended the cliff face she herself had traversed just minutes before.
Quick as a flash, Natani clamped her hands over her groin in an attempt to stifle the source of the noise that could give her away. It was a reflex action, and she quickly regretted it - she was too desperate to be able to stem the flow completely from her bladder, and Natani grimaced a little as hot urine soaked through the fur on her hands and seeped out between her fingers. It did extinguish the noise, but she felt small streams running off the edge of her behind and down her lower legs as she continued to leak into her hands, her bladder by no means empty.
Behind her, Natani could hear one of the hunters at the cave entrance, moving slowly inside. She could only crouch trickling in silence as he clambered over the various boulders, squinting into the darkness for any sign of his prey. For a moment Nanani thought he was on the verge of discovering her hiding place, but abruptly the hunter stopped, sniffed the air and grumbled something she couldn't understand."
"Ugh, smells like pee in here."
In a moment the hunter had turned around and was gone, climbing back up the cliff face to meet his companion. Natani listened as they murmured to each other and walked off in a different direction to search elsewhere. Breathing a sigh of relief, she let go of her damp groin and her bladder gladly obliged once again, turning the trickle of urine back into a confident stream.
A short while later, Natani felt empty once more and substantially happier. She scrambled from her hiding place, thankful to be free from the puddle of her own desperation, and cautiously checked outside the mouth of the cave for any sign of the two hunters. Apart from the light breeze, the night was still and quiet. Relieved, she grabbed a crystal from her necklace; she'd quickly inform Zen that she'd been held up, then get back to her bedroom in the hut and join him properly.
Lying undetected in the undergrowth, Zen became aware that his sister had just joined him once again. He turned around as Natani's unclothed figure hurried towards him through the forest, staying out of sight of the human camp site.
"Zen!" Natani whispered as she slipped behind a tree next to him. "Sorry for the hold up, there was an ambush. I just need to get back to my bedroom and then I -"
But Zen had gone bright red.
"Natani - you didn't -"
In shock, Natani was suddenly aware of the cool lingering dampness of the fur between her legs.
"What? No!" she gasped, trying to cover herself, flushing even more than Zen. "It's not what it looks like!" |
I'm sorry if this is awkward--it's my first fic. But I welcome feedback, even if it's negative. :]
Shame and Pleasure
Harry woke with a dull ache in his skull, eyes opening a crack to glare at the harsh sunlight coming in through the tower window. He tried pressing his face deeper into his pillow, but something hard jabbed him in the eye. With a grunt of pain, Harry arched his back and lifted himself onto his elbows to identify the offending object. The movement caused his bladder to give a painful twinge, announcing its uncomfortable fullness.
He gave a shake of his head to clear his fringe from his eyes and realized that the object had been his glasses. He must have forgotten to take them off before falling into bed last night. Or, he wondered, pushing his glasses back onto his face, had he passed out last night? He couldn’t really remember ever heading upstairs.
With a whisper of appreciation for the absence of Neville's usual snores, Harry took a quick survey of the room to verify that he was alone. He took this to mean that the others had taken to the common room floor to sleep off their drunken stupors.
He wished he had a cup of coffee to take away his headache, but felt much too lethargic to actually summon one. The thought of coffee made his bladder twinge again, while a faint thrill of arousal shivered up his spine.
Harry pressed his face back into his pillow and smiled at the thought of how badly Ron's bladder (and head, for that matter) must be hurting about now, for he'd had almost twice as much to drink as Harry had. The pillow's stifling darkness made a radical difference to the state of his head, and Harry was soon drifting back off to sleep.
Barely two hours had passed when Harry found himself awake again, this time reluctantly surfacing from what had been a very pleasant dream, thanks to his bladder’s insistent throbbing.
Unwilling to muster the energy needed to get up and relieve himself, Harry turned onto his back, knowing this would redirect the pressure and give his straining abdominal muscles a break. He had to kick his legs a bit to disentangle himself from the twisted up bed sheets. He hadn’t realized how hot he had been until the sweat-moistened skin of his legs came into contact with the cool air outside of the covers. Goosebumps rose along his arms as his sweat-soaked pants and the bed below him also began to cool.
This changing of position made the sensation of holding his full bladder infinitely more enjoyable. The force of gravity made his need more urgent as it pressed the weight of his urine down into him and caused that strangely arousing and irresistibly addicting pressure that Harry was so familiar with.
Harry closed his eyes and imagined letting go right there, adding to the wetness just so he could temporarily warm up the sheets. He pushed his pants down his thighs, and was able to wriggle them down past his knees. He moaned as he let the imagined sensations flow over his body. He trailed a finger from his left hand down the inside of his now bare thigh, trying to mimic the movement of a trickle of pee flowing down gently and slowly from his cock, completely undirected.
Said cock was quickly beginning to harden; pushing Harry’s little fantasy a little further out of reach. This was disappointing at first, because part of the arousal was coming from the mental teasing of his bladder, letting himself imagine release yet forcing himself to maintain control at the same time. The teasing coupled with the knowledge that there was a possibility that his control would slip had been doubly exciting.
But now, with his cock growing almost painfully hard, he could entertain these fantasies of letting go more freely. Without the need to divert some of his attention to containing the flow, the fantasies became more detailed, more real, more titillating.
Even though the danger of wetting the bed was less eminent now, the sensation of his urethra relaxing while his bladder was still throbbing for release was just as good as the mental teasing.
As his level of arousal rose, so too did his body temperature. The sweat began beading up on his forehead and as the heat from his body rolled off of him in waves, the sheets became sticky with sweat once more. His glasses began to fog, but Harry barely noticed.
Harry used the warmth of his own sweat to further fuel his fantasies. He fisted and tangled his right hand into the already disheveled sheets as he let his mind turn to thoughts of being pissed on, but still not being allowed to give in to his own bladder’s needs. The fantasy he eventually settled on starred a haughty, sneering Snape. The Snape in his fantasy looked down his nose at Harry and warned him to keep control, before reaching into the placket of his trousers and pulling out his prick to relieve himself upon Harry’s naked, kneeling body.
Harry writhed on the bed, fisting the sheets wound around his right hand harder, gritting his teeth and trying to hold back the desire to wank himself in earnest. He couldn’t, he knew. If he came there’d be nothing to stem the tide, and the pressure in his bladder was at its max capacity by now.
Harry moved his left hand away from the temptation of his engorged cock, up a few inches instead, to his swollen bladder. He pressed down, first gently, and then harder, continuing with the teasing routine from earlier. His bladder and his bollocks screamed for release, and Harry’s willpower was beginning to crumble. ‘There’s no one around,’ his brain supplied unhelpfully. ‘A quick cleaning charm and no one will be the wiser.’ His cock wept at the thought, and Harry was sorely tempted. He let his hand creep back down to take hold of his cock—
“Harry, Dean has a hangover cure. Do you need--” Harry’s eyes snapped open and Ron froze in the middle of his sentence, having walked halfway across the room before he realized what Harry was doing.
There were a few seconds of silence where neither of them moved and all Harry could hear was the sound of his heart thumping heavily in his chest. Harry felt his erection wilt with embarrassment without having to look. He clamped down on his bladder, trying to keep himself from further humiliation.
“What, Ron?!” Harry yelled, mortified, frustrated, and wondering why the fuck Ron was still standing there. When Ron didn't immediately respond, Harry made a grab for his pants with his only free hand (his right hand so unhelpfully still trapped in the wad of fisted sheets). The sudden movement caused Harry to release an unexpected squirt of pee from his now flaccid cock. The undirected spurt ran out over Harry's left thigh and dripped onto the sheets below him. He tried clamping down on his muscles, but it was no use; he was no longer in control.
His hand found the waistband of his pants, but it was too late to conceal the rapidly growing wet spot. Clinging to the hope that Ron would somehow miraculously fail to notice Harry’s wetting himself right in front of him, Harry clenched his eyes shut, face burning, desperately wishing he could disappear on the spot.
Unable to muster the courage to look up at Ron's reaction, Harry kept his eyes shut and simply pulled the wad of sheets balled around his right hand to his lap, using his left hand to press down upon the fabric in a vain attempt to stem the uncontainable flow. The relief was near orgasmic, and Harry couldn't help letting out a moan.
After several moments, Harry risked a peak at the look on Ron’s face. Unable to read Ron's expression, he watched instead as Ron’s ears turned impossibly redder, but then their eyes caught by accident and Harry looked away quickly. He could feel his own face burning hotter and hotter with shame as he continued to pee a powerful stream into the wad of, what was rapidly becoming soaked, linen. The sheets weren’t able to absorb the volume of liquid by half. All Harry could think to do was to look down at his lap and pray that Ron would just go away and forget this had ever happened.
He could do nothing but watch as pee drenched the sheets, turning the thin, white fabric semi-transparent. His pee, wicked up by the fabric, began to spill over his hands and run down his thighs and into the mattress, creating a puddle beneath his arse. Finally, after what seemed like hours to Harry, the stream died down to a soft trickle and Harry's prick began to harden once more, tenting the drenched sheets as if completely unaware of its owner's emotional turmoil. Harry, unsure of what else to do at this point, looked up at Ron helplessly, begging him to react rather than leaving him in his current state of terrified trepidation.
Ron merely blinked at him, at a loss for what to say or do. "Harry..." he began, but his voice cracked sharply as his sentence died in his throat.
There was a very long, tense pause before Ron regained his voice and tried breaking the silence once more. "...Er, so..." he paused again, "...pee, eh?" he finished lamely.
If it were possible to die from embarrassment, Harry thought, now was surely the time.
"Er, yeah," Harry replied, his voice cracking too. He cleared his throat and blushed furiously. "Do you... mind?" he asked, voice small and strained around the lump forming in his throat.
Ron's eyebrows disappeared into his hair. "Mind?" he asked, confused.
"Yeah," Harry said, averting his gaze once more. "Do you think I'm... y'know... a freak, now?" His voice rose on the last three words.
"Wha?-- No, Harry. Course I don't," Ron's replied in a 'don't-be-silly' sort of tone.
Harry looked up again, his face expressing a mixture of surprise and skepticism.
"Well, I mean.." Ron hastened to add, "It was a bit of a shock, ya'know? But if you..." he struggled to find the right words, "like that... er, I'm not gonna take the mickey out of you for it."
Harry felt unconvinced, his feelings of vulnerability growing by the second.
It must have shown on his face because, the next thing Harry knew, Ron was closing the gap between himself and Harry's bed. "I could, er..." he hesitated a foot or so away. “I could help you with that, if you'd like,” he said quickly, giving a nod towards Harry's obvious erection.
It was Harry's turn to raise his eyebrows in shock. "What did you have in mind?" Harry asked tentatively, trying not to sound too eager.
"I mean, y'know..." Ron trailed off awkwardly, averting his gaze from his friend's, eyes lingering instead on Harry's lap for a second before flicking away to the floor. "You’ve helped me out, in the past, that one time. Only fair I return the favor."
Harry blushed at the mention of the late night handjob he'd given Ron over the summer. Neither of them had ever spoken aloud of the incident before. Harry was beginning to think that he'd only imagined it. At the time, he’d gotten the distinct impression that Ron had physically enjoyed himself, but in the morning Harry couldn't help noticing Ron’s avoidance of his gaze. Harry took this to mean that Ron had regretted allowing it to happen, and consequentially, Harry’d felt very much like a pervert who’d taken advantage of his best mate. The guilt had weighed upon his conscience ever since.
“That’s not why I did it,” Harry said, forgetting for a minute about the puddle beneath him and rubbing the back of his neck with his free, pee-covered hand. “I didn’t mean it to be some kind of quid pro quo thing.”
“You didn’t?” Ron sounded genuinely surprised.
“Well, no,” Harry said, taken a little aback. “I just… Well, my leg brushed your erection, and I dunno why I did it. I…I wanted to bring you off. I just thought it’d be really hot, so I went for it without thinking. I’m sorry, Ron, I should have at least asked you for permission first. I didn’t mean to, um, make you uncomfortable, or anything. And I certainly didn’t mean—Well, you don’t… You don’t owe me anything, alright?”
Ron looked up, meeting Harry’s eyes and cracking a small smile. For some reason, even though Harry was still in a right state, all hard and naked and covered in his own urine, Ron’s smile was all it took to break the heavy tension between them.
“You didn’t need to ask, Harry; I would’ve given you permission. But you… you wanted me? You wanted to bring me off, just to bring me off?” Ron asked, his voice hesitant, but warm and mixed with astonishment in his last words.
“I--Yeah. I did,” Harry answered sincerely, face still very pink with embarrassment, but the heavy weight on his chest lifting. “I guess that makes me… well, you know… A bit bent.” It was weird, Harry thought, to voice it aloud without feeling his chest tightening in shame as it usually did whenever he thought about it.
“Yeah,” Ron agreed. “Guess so... I’m not, though.”
Harry nodded quickly, “I know. And you don’t have to worry about me, er, trying anything again, or looking at you that way, or anything. I wasn’t thinking that night. I know you’re not, um, y’know…”
“I didn’t--” Ron started, and then scratched the back of his head as though hesitant to go on. “I don’t mind you looking. And I didn’t mind the other thing, either.” Ron’s ears were turning pink again.
“You didn’t? But you acted so affronted the next morning. I thought you were angry with me for doing it.”
“No! No, I wasn’t angry with you. I just-- I felt guilty. For not touching you. I mean, I didn’t mean to be so selfish, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Bringing off another bloke? No offense or anything, but the idea is pretty repulsive.” Ron paused, his face twisting in a bit of a grimace. “But I wasn’t angry at you, mate. If anything, I was angry at myself,” he concluded.
“Well. That’s a relief, then,” Harry said. The knot of tension he’d been carrying around in his stomach for months now was at long last unwinding itself. He fell back onto his pillow with a huff.
“As big of a relief as this?” Ron teased, lighthearted humor returning to his voice as he eyed the mess Harry had made on the bed.
Harry couldn’t help but laugh. He’d almost forgotten, but the urine had yet to cool and become uncomfortable quite yet, and his prick could not be compelled to go down without either a fight or a good wank.
“Well, it could be even more of one if you’d get out,” Harry said while extracting his right hand from the wad of wet sheets and then draping them over his crotch without any further attempt to hide his state of arousal. Ron chuckled at his antics. Harry glared back with mock irritation. “And you said you wouldn’t take the mickey out of me,” he reminded.
“Couldn’t resist, mate,” Ron said, grinning in earnest before his lips slowly melted into an evil smirk. “But you know, if you don’t mind—and I don’t think you do,—it suddenly occurs to me how badly I need a relief, myself.” Ron waited for Harry’s reaction.
Harry’s cock jumped at the implication. He couldn’t stop himself from looking up with interest, unable to resist getting a gauge on Ron’s face to see if he was being serious. Harry’s breath caught when Ron reached deliberately for the fly of his jeans.
Harry barely had enough time to blink the disbelief from his eyes before the hot stream had hit him square in the chest.
Edited December 10, 2012 by Leza
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~I originally put this up on fanfiction.net.~
Chapter 1
The morning sun was bright as it shone through Kurt's curtains. He was just about to go back to sleep as he rolled over before he felt a damp, cold feeling around his waist. Blue eyes opened slowly and he sat up, swearing under his breath when he saw the large wet patch on his sheets.
"Damn sleep paralysis,"the brunette grumbled and got up to take a long hot shower before he dealt with his sheets. He emerged from the bathroom a couple of minutes later feeling fresh and clean, but that was when he noticed Puck of all people standing his his doorway, looking at the wet spot on the bed.
"Get out Noah,"Kurt snarled and blushed beet red when all the mohawked teen did was snicker and start laughing.
"Oh this is rich. The ice queen can't even keep his bed dry. I came here to tell you that Blaine is here. I wonder what he would say if he saw this,"Puck said teasingly and Kurts face suddenly went pale as he looked straight past Puck at a surprised face in the doorway.
"Puck? Could you leave Kurt and I alone for a few moments? Go kick a puppy or something,"Blaine said before he closed the door behind the male and looked at Kurt.
"Is this the reason why you never wanted to spend the night in my room at Dalton?"Blaine asked softly and pulled Kurt into a hug when he started to cry.
"Its not like I can control it. It's sleep paralysis,"Kurt said softly, dropping his blue eyes to the floor. "My body just freezes up and I can't get out of bed."he mumbled and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck softly.
"Shhhh. I'm not mad Kurt. It's a medical condition. Can I tell you something?"Blaine said softly, wiping a tear from Kurts cheek as the countertenor nodded slowly. "I wet the bed until I was about eleven or twelve. I was mortified, but I did find a solution. If you're willing to listen."
"What was it?"Kurt asked timidly and blushed at the answer his boyfriend came up with. Rubber sheets. Man, that was humiliating. But it would help save the mattress even though the laundry bill would still be up.
"The other option, is diapers, but tell you what? We'll try the first option, but if you feel that you want to try the other, I won't be mad. I tried both of these. I just want you to be comfortable though, no matter how long this lasts,"Blaine said and rubbed Kurts back softly, smiling when the brunette nodded.
"I'll give it a try. Thanks for being so understanding,"Kurt mumbled and kissed Blaine's lips softly before he pulled away and let Blaine help him take the wet sheets off the bed.
Chapter 2
Kurt pulled away from Blaine, sniffling slightly still before he went into his closet to pick out an outfit for the day. The brunette hopped into the shower, desperately wishing to get the dried urine off of himself. When he was done with the shower, he dried off and slid his clothes on for the day, black skinny jeans and black boots, as well as a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a purple tie with a black vest.
He quickly did his moisturizing routine and exited the bathroom to notice that his bed was remade with fresh sheets and Blaine had a small smile on his lips.
"Let's go grab some breakfast and head to the store, okay, hon?"Blaine said soflty as he laced his fingers with Kurts and the countertenor nodded, grabbing his wallet quickly. They headed straight to Blaine's car and to a Starbucks, where Kurt happily ordered his nonfat mocha to lift his spirits a little after that embarrassing morning.
"What store are we going to?"Kurt tentatively asked, though his question was answered as they pulled into the parking lot of the medical supply store. The brunette blushed and followed Blaine into the store, holding onto his hand for dear life before they approached the section of protective sheets and a pretty sales lady came up to them.
"Can I help you two with anything today?"she asked with a small smile. Kurt fidgeted a little bit when his bladder decided to make itself known again before he glanced around the store at the people before he zeroed in on the bathroom sign and entered the room, quickly relieving himself before he headed back to Blaine.
"Bathroom?"Blaine whispered softly when the brunette returned and Kurt nodded with a blush before he looked down at the package in Blaine's hands. Yup, rubber sheets, but it was the print on them that made the brunette blush fiercely.
"Hearts, Blaine? Really?"he asked softly and buried his face into his boyfriends shoulder.
"Sorry, it was this, or pink. That's all there was left in your mattress size. Plus, I think it's adorable,"Blaine said softly, rubbing Kurt's back as he was hugged.
"Fine. Do we need anything else?"Kurt asked with a frown and noticed Blaine had glanced over at the diapers, but shook his head sharply. "No. Maybe if I don't like this idea. Let's keep this outing to a minimal embarrassment factor."
"Got it. Let's pay for this and then go to the mall. Will that cheer you up?"Blaine asked with a gentle smirk before he headed towards the register holding Kurts hand, paying for the item as if he was just buying milk or something from the grocery store before he kissed Kurts cheek and headed to the car.
Chapter 3
It was between a couple of stores that Kurt noticed the same small twinge in his bladder from that morning in the medical supply store. He noticed Blaine was intently comparing two cardigans, so, just by that theory, they were going to be awhile. The brunette figured he'd be alright for awhile though since the pressure wasn't too bad just yet.
Blaine made his decision about ten minutes later, so by that time Kurt was trying not to noticeably fidget. He looked down at his watch and silently groaned. They had three minutes to go get their tickets for the afternoon matinee.
"C'mon Kurt, or we'll be late. Are you okay?"Blaine asked, noticing the slender male looked tense and Kurt nodded, obviously trying not to let Blaine notice what was wrong.
He was more than a little relieved to at least be sitting down in the theater seat, since it took a small amount of pressure off of his bladder. Kurt tried to casually cross his legs, but paled when he noticed his jeans were too tight and a tiny spurt came out, though he quickly clenched his muscles shut and bit down on his lip. He made a mental note that his pants weren't wet yet, though his underwear were definitely a little bit damp. Kurt let out a sigh of relief, though the small spurt from earlier made him feel a tad more desperate, causing him to discreetly squirm in the theater seat.
They were watching some horror movie that Blaine had picked, so just about every time something exciting happened on screen, Kurt jumped and small spurts of urine would dampen his underwear. He could tell that there was at least a quarter size wet spot on his crotch, and knew he had to excuse himself very soon or he'd have to buy some new pants.
"I'm gonna quick run to the bathroom, kay?"Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear, making note of the small nod before he got up and went to find the closest bathroom. He spotted it a few yards away and tried to casually make his way towards it, grimacing as a few more small spurts of urine slipped past his urethra into his pants.
As soon as he got inside, he decided that a stall would be less embarrassing than using the urinals. Kurt tried not to squirm so much as he undid the zipper on his pants, but if he stayed standing for too long, he'd spurt more. The countertenor just barely got the zipper down before a longer jet of urine, that lasted about three seconds, got on his hands. Kurt did manage to finish in the proper place, but he made a mental note that his underwear was thoroughly soaked and unsaveable. Luckily, his jeans only had a small wet spot, which would dry in a matter of minutes, so he slid the drenched briefs down his legs, wiping up any spare droplets of urine before he pulled his jeans back up, the damp crotch a cold reminder of the almost-accident he barely managed to avoid.
"Kurt? Is everything okay? You've been gone for like, ten minutes,"he heard Blaine say from the opposite side of the door and panickedly looked around the stall for somewhere to put his ruined underwear.
"I'm fine. I'll be out in a few minutes,"Kurt murmured before he unlocked the stall door, trying to hide the yellowed fabric from view, but Blaine noticed it and looked from it to Kurt, frowning slightly.
"It's okay Kurt. Everyone has accidents sometimes,"Blaine said, watching Kurt throw away the item before he thoroughly washed his hands, a grimace on his face. The countertenor couldn't help but tear up though when he remembered that morning, when Blaine saw the sheets.
"If you wanna dump me, I don't blame you,"Kurt whispered softly, looking at his shoes.
"Break up with you? What are you talking about? You're probably just stressed out over this morning. How about we get you home so you can shower, and then go get some ice cream,"Blaine said, tilting Kurts chin up so he could look him in the eyes before he wiped away a stray tear and kissed Kurt gently.
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I'll hurry up and get to the good parts. feedback is more than welcome! I want to know how realistic and enjoyable this was.... let me know!
Episode 2: Sucky.
As they all piled into the elevator, Katie tried to melt into the background. of course, with six other people in the elevator with you and a gigantic book bag over your shoulder, that is kind of impossible. She tried to smile and answer the guys' questions, but she was still so quiet that they just sort of let her be by the time they were in the lobby. They all then piled into the van, which was felt incredibly small. Kendall ended up sitting in the very back in the middle, with Carlos on his right and James on his left. Katy was in the middle row with Logan, and Katie was riding shot gun with Mrs. Knight driving.
"So why are you so shy?" Mrs. Knight finally asked as they got on the highway.
"I've never been real good with words unless they were written," Katie answered. "Once I finally get to know someone it gets easier to talk to them, but until then... I'm a wall flower."
"I see," Mrs. Knight said. "I think spending some time around us might be good. What with Camille always gone and stuff. You're welcome at the apartment anytime."
"Thank you," Katie said. She slowly sank down into the seat while she listened to the chaos in the back seat, smiling to herself.
AT ROQCUE RECORDS........................
"DOGS!!! YOU ARE LATE AGAIN!!!!" Gustavo shouted. "What is it going to take TO GET YOU TO- Who is that lovely girl behind you?"
"This is our new friend Katie, who is working on her journalism project," Kendall answered, nudging her forward. "She is a little shy, but-"
"NO BUTTS!!" Gustavo shouted. "YOU. Can work in my office on whatever it is you do! The rest of you, STUDIO! NOW!!!"
"Actually, I need to interview the boys and you," Katie said softly.
"Very well. Kelly! Get the dogs started on the track! You," Gustavo said, pointing at Katie, "will interview me in my office! Now move!" And everyone scattered.
-.-
"So how does it feel to know that you are helping a group of kids live their dream?" Katie asked Gustavo.
"See, as a person, who is constantly snubbed in the media, I am required to lie to you," Gustavo said. "So sure! It feels great to do what you just said!" Katie gritted her teeth and asked a few more questions, until she was fed up.
"Just send in Logan," she said.
...............LOGAN'S INTERVIEW:
"Hi."
"Hi."
That was all that was known of that interview.
JAMES' INTERVIEW:
"So how does it feel to live the dream?" Katie asked.
"Yes."
"Okay... What is a big source of inspiration for you?"
"Yes."
"Is that all you can say?"
"We should make out sometime."
"I think we're done here. Be a doll and get Carlos for me, okay?"
CARLOS? CAN YOU MAKE HER BAD INTERVIEWS ANY BETTER?
"Probably not."
GREAT! THIS SHOULD BE FUNNY!
"So why do you wear the helmet?" Katie asked.
"you're pretty," He giggled. Katie broke her pencil.
LUNCH.
"Hey," Kendall said, poking his head inside Gustavo's office. "Kelly is going to get some food for her and Gustavo and wants to know if you want anything."
"Sure," Katie growled.
"The guys give you crappy interviews?" Kendall inquired.
"I have NOTHING!!" She shouted.
"Well maybe I can fix that," Kendall said, Grabbing her hands.
"Why are you holding my hands?" Katie asked.
"Kendall! What's the deal?!" Kelly shouted.
"I'd better go with her," Katie said. "I'll interview you when I get back, okay?"
"Deal," Kendall said. "Now go."
Episode 3: Oops.
James, Carlos, and Logan were enjoying their sandwiches when Kendall came over with a look on his face that screamed he was pissed off.
"She is trying to work her BUTT off for a good grade and all you three can do is hit on her?!" He shouted.
"She's hot," Logan said.
"Oh so just cuz she's hot that means you can't say anything?!"
"Yeah dude, you have to SAY something," James encouraged.
"ALL you said was yes!" Kendall shouted. He took a deep breath. "I am going to eat lunch, and then when she gets back, I am going to give her everything she needs for her paper or whatever."
"Yeah, about that," Gustavo interjected. "See, you all were too busy ogling over her, so I have CRAPPY BACK UP TRACKS AND YOU HAVE TO RE-RECORD THEM NOW!!!"
"Okay... Can we at least-"
"NO! STUDIO!!! NOW!!!!"
MEANWHILE AT SNAPPY SANDWICH...........
"So THAT is how I ended up working for Gustavo," Kelly finished.
"WOW," Katie said, finishing up with a few furious scribbles in her notebook. "I... had no idea."
"Yep," Kelly said. "It just takes one drunk night in Vegas to get you hitched for life. But it does have it's perks. I honestly can't see myself with anyone else when it comes right down to it. We've been through so much together..."
"So do you LIKE working with Gustavo and the boys?" Katie asked.
"Totally!" Kelly said happily. "They're the first people in a long time to actually put up with his moods, and they're changing him. The whole situation is good."
"Order 15!" Someone at the register shouted.
"That's us," Katie said. "Come on."
WHEN THEY GOT BACK TO THE STUDIO.............
After Gustavo had eaten his sandwich, he calmed down some. He sent Kendall in to do his interview with Katie so that he could work on the song the rest of the day.
"So, you're sort of the whole reason you guys are in LA becoming rock stars. Can you enlighten me on that?" Katie asked.
"Well," Kendall started, "We were at home watching TV, when James saw a commercial for these auditions. We went, and Gustavo... Well, you know how he is. He turned him down, but offered me to come here and record some demos with him. I told him that I would only do it if my friends came with me. And that's how Big Time Rush started."
"Interesting," Katie said. "So... How do you like being a singer?"
"It has it's perks and pitfalls," Kendall said. "But one of the beast parts is being interviewed by you." Katie blushed.
"Are you trying to say something?" She asked.
"Maybe," He said. Suddenly the door flew open and Gustavo looked seriously pissed off.
"YOU! STUDIO!!! NOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!" He grabbed Kendall, dragged him out of the room, and slammed the door shut.
"Well thanks for that interview Kendall, I have so much more to use in my report," Katie said to herself.
IN THE BOOTH..............
"Gustavo! I was in the middle of something!" Kendall argued.
"Well I'M on a deadline of 48 hours to get Griffen his next single, so WE have to WORK! Now SING!"
"Can I at least-"
"NO! SING!" Gustavo started the track. The guys started singing the track, but Kendall was on the end, about to burst from all the lemonade he had drank. As the song slowly required more breath, it got harder for Kendall to hold on. Finally, he just couldn't any more, and let go. Pee dripped down his jeans, as his breathing and harmonies came easier. Finally, when the song ended, everyone stared at Kendall, who was soaked. |
I'm sorry about the boring elements, but trust me, it will all pay off once we get back to the omo parts. I promise.
Episode 8: OMG.
"Hello?" Katie said.
"Hi Katie this Kelly," she said. "I have a BIG opportunity for you. How would you like to work with gustavo and the boys to create their own blog on their own website?"
"Are you serious!?" Katie shouted. "I mean-"
"It's fine," Kelly said. "I'll see you at nine with the boys then?"
"Yes ma'am," Katie answered eagerly. Kelly hung up, and Katie dialed Kendall.
"Morning," He sighed.
"KELLY WANTS ME TO START A BLOG AND WEBSITE FOR YOU GUYS!!!" She squealed. "And I'm supposed to go with you this morning to the studio to start!!! Isn't this amazing?!"
"Aside from the fact that you just blew out my eardrum yes," Kendall joked.
"Ooops," Katie said, considerably softer. "Sorry. I'll be down after I get ready, okay?"
"See you then," Kendall said happily. "Hurry though, I'm making pancakes and they go fast."
"Save us! they're horrible!" Logan shouted with a mouthful.
"Bye," Katie giggled.
"What's all the screaming about?" Camille said, poking her head in.
"Gustavo wants me to create a website and blog for the guys!!" Katie squealed. "I have to get ready cuz Kelly wants me there with the guys this morning."
"That's awesome!" Camille squealed. "I have a callback, so I probably won't be home until like, six. Can you handle that?"
"Camille I have a REAL shot now, and you don't trust me to be home alone for a little while?!" Katie chided.
"Sorry," Camille said. "I just... don't want a rerun of what happened a few years ago is all."
"Camille I am not going to hurt myself again, I promise," Katie whined. "And besides, Kendall and I are gonna hang out after we finish at the studio this afternoon, so I won't be alone. Now if you will excuse me, I have to get ready for the biggest day of my entire life!"
"Alright," Camille said. "Break a leg!"
Episode 9: Interrogation.
"Hey Katie!" Kendall said as he opened the front door. "Come on in!"
"Thanks," Katie said. The apartment smelled like cinamon and chocolate this morning. "Smells good in here," she added.
"It ALWAYS smells like this in the morning when Kendall's happy," Logan mentioned. "It's like his good first date celebration."
"AND we get pancakes out of it," Carlos added, shoving another forkfull into his mouth.
"And I saved us some," Kendall said, motioning to the table. "I have to go get dressed, but help yourself."
"Thanks," Katie said, sliding into a chair. She grabbed two pancakes and placed them on her plate. James sat down next to her with his pretty-boy attitude going full force.
"So," He said, playing with a fork. "You seem to really make him happy."
"I guess," Katie said, cutting her pancake. "Kendall is really sweet."
"Well what does he have that I don't?" James demanded.
"Um, listening ears and he doesn't make out with a comb," Katie answered awkwardly.
"He made PANCAKES, which means if you break his heart, things will get very ugly," James warned.
"James, cool it!" Carlos shouted. "She's gonna be working with us for the next few weeks."
"Sorry about him," Logan said. "He's just a little crazy." James stomped off. "So you suddenly seem a lot more... social."
"I guess," Katie said, shoving another bite in to her mouth.
"So what changed?" he asked.
"I don't know," Katie said. "I guess I just... trust Kendall, and he trusts you, so I guess I'm cool with talking to you by association."
"That IS sound science," Logan admitted.
.....................AT THE STUDIO! :D
"Welcome to the Rocque Records family," Kelly said as soon as Katie walked through the front door. "Let me give you an official tour of the studio. The rest of you, get up to Gustavo." Katie followed Kelly over to the elevator.
"Thank you so much for this opportunity," Katie as soon as they were in the elevator. "This is a dream come true for me and I promise you won't regret your desicion."
Episode 10: How-to's.
"Alright, here we are," Kelly said when the elevator door opened. "Welcome to Rocque Records. If you can please follow me, I'll show you where everything is and where you'll be working." Katie trailed behind Kelly, taking as many pictures as possible for her personal blog.
"And you'll be working here in Studio B," Kelly said, motioning to the room. "If there is anything I can get you, please let me know. I've provided a few how-to books on website building and I've purchased the URL already." Kelly handed her a piece of paper with the web address on it. "I'll be back to check on you in a little while." And she walked off. Katie settled in to the chair and cracked open the "How to set up a website for dummies" book.
AT STUDIO A...........
"Sorry I'm late I was just settling Katie in," Kelly said as she walked in. "Where are we?"
"The dogs are stretching and preparing for X," Gustavo said softly. "Did you get the carpet cleaned from Monday's incident?"
"Yes," Kelly said. "And this time when the guys say 'can we' dot dot dot let them finish so we don't have to deal with something like that again. I'm surprised they aren't picking on him for it."
WITH BOYS.
"So what time are you and Katie splitting the studio?" Logan asked Kendall.
"We plan on leaving by about two thirty depending on Gustavo," Kendall said. "Why?"
"Camille won't be back by then," Logan reminded him.
"We were kind of planning on that," Kendall said, smiling to himself.
"Hold up, aren't you moving a little fast?"
"No, cuz it was her idea, and we aren't going THAT far... Just making out."
"Nice," Logan said.
AFTERNOON.................
"Hey beautiful," Kendall said as he sauntered into the room. "You ready to go?"
"Yeah, let me just check with Kelly," Katie said. "But before we go home and... try this, do you maybe want to stop by starbucks?"
"Sure," Kendall said. "I'll be waiting by the elevator."
SEVEN MINUTES LATER....
"Hey you!" Katie said as she skipped over to Kendall. "You ready?"
"Totally," Katie said. "To starbucks!" |
And now for the long awaited return of the Omorashi part of this story! :D Sorry it took so long, but trust me, it's worth the wait. I did try to rewrite this chapter and make it a little more interesting. But I'm still sort of new at writing this stuff and not getting judged. :( But I promise, if you stick around, this story will satisfy. Especially when we get to chapter 26. ^_^ Oh, and this chapter is really long, so I'm only gonna post on this time. Enjoy!
Episode 11: First .
WHEN THEY REACHED KATIE AND CAMILLE'S APARTMENT............
"So... Is it normal to feel this... rebellious?" Kendall asked as Katie unlocked the front door.
"It does the first few times," she answered as she shoved the key into the keyhole. "And especially once you almost get caught. The feeling can be it's own kind of high."
"WHAT?! We could almost get-" Katie clamped her hand over Kendall's mouth at that point.
"You swore we would keep this a secret," She reminded him. "It's only happened like, twice. And besides, Camille has her callback, so she won't be home until dinner. We're completely safe. Trust me."
"I do," Kendall said. He wanted to make out with Katie so bad in that moment. Finally she unlocked the front door.
"After you," she said with a grin. They stepped inside the apartment and Katie unloaded her stuff from work that day. "Come with me." Kendall followed her into her room, and over to the computer.
"So we NEED the computer?" He asked, bouncing and grabbing at his crotch. He felt on the verge of another accident.
"Um, I like to watch videos to help, but sometimes it isn't necessary," Katie said. "Is the coffee helping?"
"Yeah, I'm nice and desperate," Kendall said, fidgeting quite a bit, but letting go of his crotch in case Katie happened to glance over at him.
"That should make things a little easier," Katie said as she opened an incognito window on Google Chrome. "Now take your shoes and socks off and just relax, and try to let go while you watch. Or masturbate. I don't care which," Katie said with a wink. She pulled up a video of two hot girls in a park, trying desperately to find a bathroom. But Kendall and Katie both knew their search was in vain. Kendall was clearly losing control, so Katie whispered to him, "Tell me how you feel. I want you to vocalize it."
"I.. Just... CAN'T!" He answered. He sank down on to the bed where Katie had set some towels.
"It's okay," Katie said soothingly. She started rubbing his shoulders. "I knew this might take some time. I didn't expect you to be so willing, but this stuff takes work, and time." Suddenly a wet spot started growing on Kendall's pants, but he clamped down on his crotch immediately to try and stem the flow. "See?"
"God, this feels SOO GOOD," He moaned. Katie took his hands off of his crotch, and kept rubbing his shoulders, growing even more attracted to him the more it grew. Suddenly it spread rapidly down his pants and made its way down onto the floor very loudly, making them both extremely aroused. Kendall kept moaning, when finally, the flow went to a trickle, and then stopped altogether.
"See?" Katie said. "You did it."
"I guess I did," Kendall said, blushing.
"Don't feel embarrassed," Katie said, kissing his head. "This is GOOD. You are so sexy right now." She squirmed a little herself.
"Your turn," Kendall said playfully.
"How shall I do it?" Katie answered.
"Jeans off, all over my legs," Kendall said, listening to his hormones. "NOW." Katie laid out some towels on the floor, and knelt over his already soaked jeans. She closed her eyes, and let go, Suddenly they were both moaning, not caring about anything other than each other at that moment. Eventually, Katie stopped, and she fell on top of Kendall, breathing just as heavy as he was.
"That was... amazing," Kendall panted.
"I know right?" Katie breathed. They laid there, listening to each other breathing, their heartbeats. Finally, they had to get up, because Camille would be home at any second. Kendall took his turn in the shower first while Katie went down to the basement to start the peed on stuff in the washer.
"Your turn," Kendall said, walking into the living room without his shirt. Katie looked over at him and smiled.
"You should were your shirt less often," She said. "I'll be right back." Kendall flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. Camille walked in then.
"Hey Kendall," she said.
"Hey Camille," he answered. "How'd the callback go?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you two about," Camille said. "Where's Katie?"
"She um, needed some uh..."
"I'm right here Camille," Katie said from behind the couch.
"Well, since you're both here... I GOT THE PART!!!!!"
"Oh my gosh Camille that's amazing!!" Katie squealed.
"I know!" She said. "But there's some new rules that have to go into effect now."
"Like what?" Katie asked.
"As of now, I may or may not be around 24/7," Camille said. "So... Kendall? Can you be the rock in this house?"
"Anything you need I'm there babe," he answered, looking up at Katie.
"Well then that's it," Camille said. "Oh, and I have a night shoot in two weeks, so we'll work that out when the time comes, okay?"
"Camille we will be fine," Katie assured her.
"Well as much as I would love to stick around and here about all of this, I am due back at home for dinner in about five minutes," Kendall said.
"Alright," Katie sighed. Camille took a hint and went to the kitchen to start on dinner.
"I had fun," Kendall said when they reached door. "Shall we... do it again tomorrow?"
"Totally," Katie said. She stretched up on her toes, and kissed Kendall. Things went on much like they did that day for the next two weeks, Kendall becoming more and more comfortable in the fetish with Katie. But then...
SATURDAY.
"You're up awful early," Katy said right as Kendall was about to sneak out the front door.
"I'm just going to see Katie," Kendall said.
"What is with you two? You spend like, ALL your time together and frankly, you're going broke doing laundry. Are you two-"
"NO!" Kendall said emphatically. "We're just... doing things. Now cover for me if anyone asks?"
"Always," Katy said. "Now shoo."
"Love you," Kendall said, and he planted a kiss on top of her head. He boogied out the front door and danced down to the elevator. He got all the way to Katie's apartment and knocked on the front door. |
I've decided to just keep going with this and whoever replies, replies. I like sharing this story more than I care about feedback, so... here we gooo! :D
Episode 16: Magical pancake dance! :p
Katie and Kendall walked out of the bedroom holding hands. Logan was still pouting and reading, and Kendall danced into the kitchen to start on pancakes.
"Morning kids," Mrs. Knight said, sipping her tea. "Katie, Camille said not to bug her until after two."
"Thank you," Katie answered as Kendall handed her a glass out of the cabinet. She filled it with water and took her meds.
blah blah blah this is boring! Let's skip ahead to after breakfast! :)
"So, what shall we do today?" Kendall inquired.
"Well, the usual is out," Katie said sadly. "And so is the pool... You wanna go to the mall?"
"You up for that?" Kendall asked.
"Totally," Katie said. "And I have some things that should make it very interesting."
"I'm in," Kendall said, ripping off his shirt and sweats before Katie could blink an eye.
MALL.
"So what are these interesting things?" Kendall asked when they walked in the front door. "And how unconventional?"
"You of all people should help me underwear shop since you're the only one besides me who sees them," Katie said softly.
"How crazy are we talking?" Kendall asked.
"Don't worry I've got this," Katie said.
"I'm not talking price, I'm asking... How risque are we talking?"
"Depends on what you like. We can go lacy, thong... We can check out victoria's secret, Forever 21... It's all up to you baby."
"God you're the perfect girlfriend," Kendall said, crashing his lips down on Katie's.
THREE STORES AND SIXTY BUCKS LATER.....
"We should go underwear shopping more often," Kendall said as he handed Katie her latte.
"simply for the fact of choosing or more trips to forever 21?" Katie inquired.
"Mm... both," Kendall answered. "so how long until we can get kinky again?" Kendall asked.
"I have no clue," Katie sighed. "My cycle is very undependable. It may be a few days, or it may be a week."
"You have the most fickle reproductive system."
"don't blame me, blame genetics," Katie said, sipping her latte. "The bigger question is how I'm going to explain this to Camille. I have to contribute a certain amount of money to the house, and I just blew half of it."
"I could have paid for it," Kendall said. "I am a billionaire."
"But I didn't want you to," Katie said quietly. "It just means we have to be careful this month. And Camille gets paid extra this week since she did the night shoot, so we should be okay."
"I didn't realize you guys were so... financially unstable," Kendall said, dazed.
"Why do you think you've never met me? I've always been working to try and support us."
"Wow."
Episode 17: Horns.
"Wow. I... had no idea."
"It's easier when your label pays for everything, isn't it?" Katie said. "But I grew up not rich but not super poor, so I understand how to work a house on two hundred dollars a week. And since I only have two mouths to feed, it's a lot easier than growing up.." Kendall stared at her, trying to imagine how her childhood looked with all this new information.
"Well, why dwell on the negatives?" He finally said. "When you could be modeling hot dresses for our date tonight?"
"I didn't get a dress."
"Not yet," Kendall said, pulling her towards Forever 21.
ANOTHER HOUR AND FORTY DOLLARS LATER.....
"NOW you're ready for our date tonight," Kendall said as he skipped to the car.
"And am I allowed to know anything about it?" Katie said stiffly.
"Not a thing," Kendall said happily.
"Figures, cuz I just LOVE surprises."
Things went on similar to that the next five days, Katie and Kendall trying to find things to do together other than pee. But Kendall was finally getting tired of waiting on Friday night...
"How much longer until you're done?" He asked.
"I told you I don't know," Katie said. "Maybe tomorrow, maybe Tuesday. And I've enjoyed this week!"
"I have too, but I miss being as close to intimate as you want to get!" Kendall said. "God I am SO aroused!"
"Well then pee on me," Katie snapped. Kendall's jaw dropped. "You heard me! Actually, wait a second." She ran to her room and threw on one of the new bras Kendall had picked out that matched her underwear. She walked back out in just that. "NOW you can pee on me."
"God I love you!" Kendall said, crashing his soft lips down on hers. He had Katie lay down on her bed, stripped himself down, and let loose.
"OHHHHH!!!!!!!"" Katie moaned. She had forgotten how much SHE had missed it too. When Kendall finished, he lay down next to her, panting.
"So... Does this mean we're on good terms again?" He breathed.
"When did we stop?" Katie said, kissing him. Kendall started kissing her too, then slowly kissed down her neck, over her chest, and started kissing her stomach, stopping to suckle every so often on the moist exerts of his bladder.
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Episode 22: (Un)Welcome.
"Mom! I need to talk to you!" Kendall shouted when he walked into the apartment.
"What now Kendall?" Mrs. Knight sighed. "And you are skating on very thin ice." She noticed Katie hiding behind him. "What is she doing here?"
"Um, Camille kicked her out of the apartment, and I told her that she could stay here," Kendall said pleadingly.
"You what?"
"Please Mom?" Kendall begged. "She's sweet, she can feed a family of five on two hundred dollars for three days, and she's house broken, which beats any cat I could bring home!"
"You two swear you won't do what you did this afternoon EVER again as long as you live here?" Mrs. Knight asked Katie. She nodded, and something in her face made Mrs. Knight remember how she felt when her husband had left her. "As long as there is none of what happened this afternoon I'll turn a blind eye," Mrs. Knight said, and she walked upstairs.
"Did she just say yes?" Kendall asked Katie.
"Not only that I think she agreed to let us share your room," Katie said, shocked.
"That's exactly what I meant!" Mrs. Knight shouted. Katie shuffled into Kendall's room, not waiting for him to follow. She needed a moment to herself to process it all. How something that was supposed to be so perfect went so horribly, irreversibly wrong. She laid her head on Kendall's pillow, inhaling the scent as tears overflowed her eyes. She realized she had just been alienated from the last person on earth whom she was related to. And that reality was almost too much to bear. She lay there sobbing quietly until she felt someone else lay down next to her. Only one person would be brave enough to try and reach her in this state.
"Mom has dinner ready," Kendall whispered to her. "You want some?" Katie just shook her head. As far as she was concerned, she was happy just to die at this point. "Alright, I'll just lay here with you," Kendall said. He wrapped his arms around her, and that was all it took for Katie to feel safe. She rolled over and buried her face in Kendall's shirt, inhaling his scent. It was a cinnamon kind of scent, but with a hint of woodsiness to it. She never wanted him to let her go. As long as she was in Kendall's arms, she was safe and loved.
But finally, Logan came in and said that if they didn't tell him why Camille was sobbing uncontrollably that he was going to try and figure it out for himself and he would go to any means necessary to do so.
"She... She's in the grieving process I guess," Katie whispered. "She's just mourning the loss of who she thought I was, what she had hoped for me." Kendall of course, voiced it louder for Katie. Then he looked at the clock and got up.
"Wait!" Katie cried hoarsely. "Where are you going?"
"I'm just going to get your meds for you," Kendall assured her. He walked back over, kissed her pretty head, and left. When he came back five minutes later, he was carrying the plastic tub that held all of the pill bottles and a glass of soy milk.
"I tried, but I have no clue what you take when," he said, frustrated. Katie pulled out the biggest white bottle and started explaining to Kendall. She did the same with a orange bottle, and a purple bottle, when Logan's curiosity got the better of him.
"What are all those for?" He asked nervously.
"I'm not sick," Katie started. "Well, maybe in the head, but..."
"Should we tell him?" Kendall asked Katie. She whispered something in his ear. He turned to Logan. "They are to help her sleep, and to help battle her chronic depression."
"O-kay," Logan said awkwardly. "I'm gonna... go change for bed and brush my teeth." He grabbed some clean pajamas and scurried out of the room.
"And THAT is why I rarely try and explain the meds," Katie muttered. She stuck all the small ones in her mouth and swallowed them.
"He'll get used to them," Kendall assured her. "I mean... to be honest, I was kind of freaked the first time I saw your pill case."
"Yeah... I guess," Katie sighed. "I'll take that dinner now."
Episode 23: Munchie crunchie noodle doodles.
"I'll take that dinner now," Katie said softly. Kendall led her out to the kitchen, and pulled the leftovers out of the fridge. He plopped the remaining Parmesan noodles on to a plate and stuck them in the oven/microwave.
"So... Is there anything I need to know now that... We're living together?" he asked. Katie took a deep breath.
"I can't have dairy, I HAVE to eat with my meds otherwise I throw up, and I have an appointment with my psychiatrist on Monday," she said.
"Okay," Kendall said. "I love you."
"Love you too," Katie whispered. The microwave dinged then and Katie ate the noodles.
BED.
Katie curled into Kendall's chest and let her mind drift. She didn't sleep very well though, and ridden with nightmares. When morning finally reared it's too cheery head, Katie rolled herself out of bed and on to the floor.
"That's not the best way to get ready for the day," Kendall joked.
"Shut up," Katie muttered. She grabbed some clothes and her self care products out of her bag, and left the room.
"She's gone Logan," Kendall said.
"Good," he breathed. |
After these two, it gets hot. ;D Enjoy! Episode 24: sunshine. "Good," Logan breathed. "Thanks man, I owe you." "Honestly we need to tell her," Kendall said. "I can't hide your breathing treatments forever." "Dude you promised!" Logan whined. Kendall gave him a look. "Fine! I'LL tell her. LATER. Now shoo!" Yes, logan was a severe asthmatic and had to have breathing treatments every morning. MEANWHILE IN THE KITCHEN...... "Morning!" Mrs. Knight said as she entered the kitchen. "How are you?" "Tired," Katie said as she pulled the soy milk out of the fridge. "Morning Mommy," Kendall said as he sauntered into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around Katie and kissed her hair. "Mm, your hair smells like coconut," He noted. Mrs. Knight finished making herself tea and left. Kendall whispered into Katie's ear, "Don't let anyone in the bedroom for about thirty minutes." "Why?" She asked. "I'll explain later," he answered. "Did you take your meds?" "I was working on that before you started sniffing my hair," Katie said, a smile playing at her lips. "Well as tempting as it is to keep sniffing, medicating is something that simply cannot wait. Can you please show me what you take in the morning?" Katie walked over to the box on the counter that her meds were in, and started explaining. She was just about to take them when James walked downstairs and started staring. "What now?" Kendall demanded. "One, What the hell are you two doing, and two, WHAT THE F--- IS THAT NOISE?!" Katie listened for a moment, and knew what it was right away; a nebulizer. She kind of figured the rest out. "To answer question one, I am.... doing stuff and two, I think the dishwasher is broken again," Kendall fibbed. "So there." James pouted, and stomped back upstairs. When he came back down, he was dressed for flirt time. "DON'T bother me," he said, and he stormed out the front door. Logan walked out of the bedroom then. "Morning!" He said. "Hey," Katie said. She was now munching on some cereal. "You know that tastes better with milk, right?" Logan joked. "No, because then it gets too soggy," Katie said with a mouthful. Everyone ate breakfast and then Kendall and Katie were stuck without anything to do again. "I hate that we can't get kinky," Kendall complained. "Well..." Katie started, but she hesitated. "What are you thinking?" Kendall demanded. "...The pool," she said. "We have that." "Are you SERIOUSLY suggesting we do THAT in a pool?!" Kendall inquired, incredulous. "Well what else are we supposed to do?" Katie retorted. "Your mom banned us from getting kinky in here, I SUCK at video games, and to be honest, my idea of fun is either blogging or reading." "The pool it is!" Kendall declared. He started digging in a dresser for his swim trunks. Katie pulled out her bag of stuff from under Kendall's bag. "So... do I get a hint about your bikini or am I in for a surprise?" He asked shyly. "I DON'T wear a bikini," Katie stated. "What?!" "...I have three reasons," Katie said. "One, I'm too self conscious to wear one, two, I refuse to get a bikini wax, and three... modesty." "Modesty?" Kendall asked. "Your body is the temple of your soul! And while I'd be perfectly happy to show all of it to you, the rest of the world doesn't need to see it!" And with that, Katie grabbed her TANKini and stormed off to the bathroom. "Hey dude," Logan said as he flopped down on his bed. "So... I talked to Camille about some stuff." Episode 25: Conversation. "So... I talked to Camille about some stuff," Logan started. Kendall ripped his shirt off. "Like what?" he said nonchalantly. "Like what happened yesterday," Logan said. Kendall stared at him. "WHAT?!" He roared. "Chill!" Logan said. "...I'm cool with the fact y'all.... have a fetish," he finished softly. "Well, we can't indulge anymore, unless I want my mom to kick Katie out," Kendall grumbled. "But what if she didn't know?" Logan said, smug. "Go on..." "I'll tell Katie about me, and if she covers for me, I'll cover for you two in return," Logan offered. Kendall's jaw dropped. Was this REALLY happening?! Could he really get to pee all over Katie again? Speaking of her, she knocked on the door then. "Can I come in?" She asked. "Yeah," Kendall said. He was finished changing anyways. Katie walked in. "Hey Logan," she added. "You ready Kendall?" "Almost," he said. "I'll grab some sunscreen if you grab a couple of towels." "Deal," Katie giggled. Kendall kissed her and they left. AT THE POOL..... "So... How to proceed?" He said softly. "First off, how full are you?" Katie inquired. "Not as full as I could be," He answered. "You?" "Same," Katie answered. "So... we just have to wait." "Okay," Kendall smiled. He swept Katie up off of her feet, and set her down in a chair. Lucy walked up then. "Hey Kendall," she said. "Who's your friend?" "This is my girlfriend, Katie," he said, beaming. "So the rumors ARE true," Lucy said. "I didn't want to believe the Jennifer's when they said you two were hooking up, but-" "WHAT?!" Katie and Kendall shouted. "Didn't you hear?" Lucy asked. "They keep telling everyone you two are hooking up and Camille caught you two having wild sex in her living room." "I'm gonna kill them!" Katie growled. "I'll help!" Lucy said, smiling. "No one is killing anyone," Kendall said. "Lucy, you have just as much power as they do, so try and spread the word that we are NOT HOOKING UP!" "I'm going upstairs," Katie said. after she had left, Lucy sat down next to Kendall. "The rumors don't stop there," she said. "There's one going around that she's pregnant, another that says she's a pervert, and another that says she's mentally insane. How much of that is true?" "Everything except the pregnant part," Kendall whispered. "But she isn't mentally insane. Just... disturbed is all." "God I am going to mame the Jennifers the next time I see them," Lucy said. "And DON'T try to stop me." "I wouldn't dare," Kendall said, smiling. "If I could hit a girl, I would seriously fight them." "That's what you have me for," Lucy said, and she left. UPSTAIRS. "Hey," Logan said when Katie walked in the front door. "Go get dressed, we need to talk." "What about?" Katie sighed. "I'm not really in the mood." "Please?" Logan begged. "It's important." "Fine," Katie sighed. she ran to the bedroom and locked the door. THIRTY MINUTES, A SLAP ON THE HEAD AND TWO LATTES LATER......... "What is this about?" Katie demanded. She was clearly losing her patience. "I know what happened yesterday," Logan said. |
Sorry I only posted one chapter last time! :( But if it is any consolation, these next few ones are kind of a let down, but it'll get better, trust me. ;) Enjoy!
Episode 27: The nightmare begins.
Eventually Kendall woke up, did the same thing as Katie, and the rest of the day was perfect. In fact, there weren't any problems until Monday Morning....
MONDAY.
As the alarm went off, Kendall slowly turned it off. He looked down, and Katie was snuggled up against him, her stuffed platypus in her arms. He kissed her forehead, and then chunked a pillow at Logan's head.
"Hey!" He shouted. This in turn, woke up Katie, who grabbed her bag and half walked half ran to the bathroom.
"What's her deal?" Logan asked as he pulled out his nebulizer.
"Like I know," Kendall snapped.
"Well considering you two have had sex twice, I would assume you, of all people, would know," Logan stated, putting the medicine in the container. Kendall hopped out of bed and walked out of the room. He started pulling out Katie's meds and put some bread in the toaster for her.
"Sorry about that," She said when she walked out of the bathroom. "I just..."
"It's cool," Kendall said. "But now it's my turn." He kissed Katie's head again, and went into the bathroom. Katie couldn't help but reminisce about his perfect body. The toast popped then, which made her jump. She got it, buttered it, and took her meds. Suddenly James came bounding down the stairs.
"I have gossip!" He said happily. "Apparently the Jennifer's started a bunch of rumors about you, but they're claiming that NONE of them are true!"
"Why do you hang on their every word?" Katie demanded.
"Because they're HOT!" Carlos said from the top of the swirly slide. Everyone got ready and headed to the studio, where Gustavo, Griffin, and a bunch of other people were waiting for them.
"KENDALL!!!!!" He shouted. "YOU are in a WHOLE MESS OF TROUBLE!!!!!"
"Yes, because thanks to your little romance and your friends, we now have every fan in the world thinking you are dating a psychopath," Griffin said.
"SHE IS NOT A PSYCHOPATH!!!!" Kendall shouted. Katie just hid behind him and Logan.
"Then why do all the gossip sites say that you two have had sex? and that she is on special medication? Hmm?" Griffin demanded. "It's time for damage control."
"Don't I get a say in this?" Katie suddenly blurted out. Everyone stared at her. Logan and Kendall moved aside.
"Who are you?" Griffin asked.
"I'm the supposed psychopath," Katie said. "Look, I can make these rumors disappear. I have friends in high places and I have a blog of note on blogger. Give me an hour, a photographer, and an interview with a magazine, and I can clear this whole mess up, okay?"
"You better," Griffin said. "Otherwise, you can kiss your days of romance with my band goodbye." Griffin ordered the people around him to do what Katie said, and then he and the rest of the people left.
"And you seriously think you can do that?" Kelly finally said.
"Yes," Katie said. "I have a plan, and I need some help from you Kelly." Katie explained the plan and then set to work with Kendall, the photographer, and the interviewer.
"So what do you want me to do?" The photographer asked. "My name is Niam, BTW. And I TOTALLY LOVE that you're doing this!"
"Take some shots of me and Kendall," Katie said while she started her laptop up. She went over to Kendall, and whispered something in his ear. The photographer set to work, and when he was finished, he gave Katie the memory thing with the photos on it. She uploaded them to her blog, and made a post to disprove the rumors. Then Kelly brought in an interviewer from Seventeen, who interviewed her and Kendall. By about noon, the situation was as resolved as it could get, so Gustavo sent Katie home and went to work on recording the boys' new track. Katie called Mrs. Knight, who came and picked her up.
"So how was it today?" She asked blankly.
"I learned how to do damage control," Katie said awkwardly.
"I'm sorry I've been so cold since Saturday," Mrs. Knight said. "I love that you make Kendall so happy. He's only ever felt this way about one other girl, and she got her big break, so she had to leave him. But that was in the past."
"I forgive you," Katie whispered.
"And please please PLEASE just treat me like I was your mother too," Mrs. Knight added. "I know your family situation is very complicated."
"VERY," Katie said. "Thank you. Thank you so much for all your hospitality."
DINNERTIME.
"You missed a SICK recording session today Katie," Carlos said as he bounced into the house. "We totally rocked it!"
"And you missed Logan hyperventilate," James chuckled.
"It was NOT funny!" Logan argued.
"Hey you," Kendall said, kissing Katie. "I missed you."
"I missed you too," Katie said, blushing. "How mad is Gustavo now?"
"Not as mad," Kendall said. "Griffin says it would all clear up a lot faster if we posted something on our website."
"Well, I AM ready for y'all to create a post," Katie said, smiling. "After dinner."
That night went by smoothly. Logan was able to hide Katie and Kendall wetting and making out, and they returned the favor in the morning. But that morning things went a little bit differently....
MORNING.
"Morning beautiful," Kendall said, kissing Katie. She was about to say something, when all of a sudden, she bolted to the bathroom, hand clamped over her mouth.
Episode 28: What up man?!
"Wow, you must have-"
"Shut up!" Kendall said, and he walked over to the bathroom. The door was unlocked, so he walked in.
"You okay?" His answer was Katie's wretching. He knelt down and held her hair out of her face. "Shh. It's okay." He was panicking mentally. Had he gotten her sick from all of his pee? Finally, Katie finished, and she laid her head down on Kendall's chest.
"You didn't need to see that," She moaned quietly. Kendall felt her forehead.
"You're staying home today," he said. He scooped Katie up and brought her back to his bed. He set her down gently. "Wait here." And he left. Logan was already doing his breathing treatment. Kendall brought some crackers and clear soda in for Katie. "Drink this, and if you can keep that down, you can start on the crackers. Oh, and I'm staying home with you."
"Kendall you can't," Katie moaned. "You have a job."
"And I'm also worried about you."
"Fine," Katie said, rolling over. but that made her feel queasy again, so she just laid on her back and pouted. Logan finished up his treatment and left to get ready. Katie felt fine after about an hour, so Kendall got her her meds and let her get up and walk around. Finally he decided she was well enough that they could go to the pool, so they changed into something cooler and went down.
"So what happened this morning?" Kendall asked.
"Like I know," Katie said. "I guess it was just nerves about yesterday. All these rumors..."
"They can't hurt us," Kendall assured her. They stayed at the pool until the rest of the gang came back. They all told Kendall what he missed and that Gustavo was going to have double the work for him to do tomorrow. He didn't care. He was more worried about Katie.
BEDTIME.
"Are you going to be mad if I don't want to pee tonight?" Katie asked as she and Kendall crawled into bed.
"Of course not," Kendall said. "Sleep tight." Katie curled up against Kendall like a kitten. He couldn't help but smile.
THE NEXT MORNING......
"Katie?" Kendall whispered. "Time to wake up." She woke up, but was extremely desperate. She pulled Kendall in for a kiss and thrust her body up against him. she let loose and he responded likewise. Suddenly there was a banging on the door.
"GUYS! We've GOT to get to the studio!" Carlos shouted.
"We're up! Leave us alone for a few minutes!" Logan shouted back. Katie and Kendall stopped their perverted make-out session just in time.
"Control yourselves please!" Logan whisper-yelled.
"Sorry Logan," Katie said. She grabbed some stuff out of her bag, pulled on a pair of Kendall's sweats, and left to get ready.
"And you have to quit giving in all the time!" Logan told Kendall.
"Do you ever say no to Camille when SHE wants to make out?" Kendall asked.
"No, but-"
"Alright then," He said, smug. "get started on that thing, we need to get going." Kendall laughed at the pun he just made. He stripped the bed and threw the wet stuff in a pile behind his headboard. He then got dressed himself and went to check on Katie.
"Hey," She said, smiling. She was drinking her soy milk and eating some toast. They were the only ones downstairs. "Thanks for that."
"No problem," Kendall said, kissing her. "Just warn me before you deside to assault me with your very full bladder again, okay?"
"Deal," Katie giggled. Everyone eventually headed to the studio, and Katie set to work on finishing up some paperwork with Kelly. Since she had started working there, she had become more than a web person, she was also a "go to" person, for anything Gustavo or Kelly didn't have time (Or more often in Gustavo's case, didn't want) to do. Suddenly she was about to burst again, and bolted for the bathroom. She ran by the studio, and Kendall saw her, and butchered his harmony, which pissed Gustavo off big time.
"WHAT WAS THAT??????" He shouted.
"Sorry," Kendall said, blushing. "Can we try that again?" Gustavo started the track again, but this time Kelly was the one who interuppted them. |
Alright, I have created a one shot to go in between parts to give this story more omo. Although I suck at details, so bare with me on my lack of detail. And now for the story! :D
Then the next day....
"Hey can you finish these up for me please?" Kelly said, handing Katie a stack of paperwork. "Here's everything you need to know to fill out the forms. Thanks!" Katie gasped as desperation hit her. But looking at the stack, it didn't seem that big. She could finish it and then go to the bathroom. She set to work on it, but these forms were a little more complex than she has anticipated.
"Hey baby," Kendall said, poking his head in. "You wanna go get some lunch?"
"Um, sure," Katie said, half focusing on everything, including her bladder control.
"You okay?" Kendall asked, walking over to her.
"No, I have to pee SO F---ING bad and these forms weren't supposed to take this long!"
"Well I'll help then," Kendall said, grabbing the extra pen on the desk.
"Here's what I have left, and here's what we need to know to fill them out," Katie said, one hand jammed into her crotch.
FIVE MINUTES LATER
"There, now we're done," Kendall said.
"THANK GOD," Katie shouted. But she no more than stood up and she lost it. Pee raced down her skinny jeans, forming a beautiful gigantic wet spot on her legs and creating a puddle under her feet.
"Mmmm," She moaned. Once she finally emptied herself, she looked down. "F--k."
"Hmm, so many things are running through my perverted little head," Kendall chuckled. "But number one, how do you feel?"
"aroused and embarrassed and hungry all at once," Katie answered, blushing.
"Well, I think I can make that feeling go away," Kendall said. He leaned in close to Katie's ear, and whispered, "I have had to pee for the longest time." Katie looked up at him in shock. Kendall closed his eyes, and started thinking of God knows what, and suddenly his jeans were becoming soaked too. Katie gasped. Once Kendall finished, he opened his mouth. But before Kendall could say anything, Kelly walked in.
"What are you two doing?" She asked wearily.
"We were just on our way out," Kendall said, holding Katie's hand. She held her head low as she walked by Kelly. once Katie and Kendall were inside the elevator, they burst into laughter.
"Do you realize what we just got away with?" Katie hiccuped. "I've only dreamed of doing that!"
"I love you my little perve," Kendall said, pulling her close. "Where are we going to eat?"
"Don't ask why, but I want Chick-Fil-A," Katie answered with a smirk.
"Whatever my lovely queen wants," Kendall said. Katie just smiled; this was the happiest she had been in a long time.
Too cheesy? Not enough detail? lemme know! You'll see in a minute where this one shot fits in but doesn't in a minute when I post two more chapters..
Okay this should make things a little less confusing! And just a reminder, last chapter ended with the recording session being goofed up.
Episode 29: WHAT????
Kelly was the one who interrupted the gang this time. She whispered something in Gustavo's ear, and he sent the dogs home. Kendall waited for Katie outside the bathroom.
"You okay?" He asked her.
"Yeah, I'm just PMS'ed or something," Katie sighed.
Things went like that at the studio for the next couple of weeks. One day Katie fell asleep in the breakroom when she was supposed to be getting Kelly some Splenda. Another day she actually peed her pants trying to finish paperwork. And then another day, she actually got sent home she couldn't stop puking. Then came Thursday....
THURSDAY NIGHT.
KATIE'S POV:
I knew I was dreaming, but yet I could swear it was real. Kendall was wetting all over my legs, kissing me... I left my subconscious...
END KATIE POV.
Slowly, Katie opened her eyes. Kendall WAS kissing her.
"Hey beautiful," he whispered.
"hey," Katie answered, still a bit foggy. "Why did you wake me up?"
"So we could fix this now and not have to have Logan make it any more awkward," Kendall whispered. "Look under the blanket." Katie did, and understood everything; she'd pissed the bed and it wasn't on purpose.
"Kendall I-"
"Shh," Kendall said, kissing her hair. "I'm not mad. Honest." He smiled, And Katie couldn't help but trust him. "I'll go make sure the coast is clear and grab some sheets." Kendall slid out of bed and walked out of the room. Katie grabbed her phone, and pulled up her symptom checker app. She plugged in fatigue, nausea, and frequent urination. The first result that came up was pregnancy. That made her think.... She was late. Kendall came back then.
"Coast is clear," He whispered. Katie grabbed her bag from under Kendall's bed and dug out some new pajamas, and went to change. But her hands were shaking.... She was possibly pregnant.
Episode 30: OMG.
When Katie came back in the room, Logan was up, using an inhaler, and the lamp was on. nobody dared to move, and the only sound was Logan wheezing into his inhaler. Finally Kendall broke the silence.
"We're all living together, so no secrets," he declared. He looked at Katie "I personally, Would love to have sex with you every minute of the day, and not only that, but pee all over you and lick you clean." Katie took a deep breath.
"I just want you to pee all over me, and f--- every now and again." She turned to Logan, who was finally able to stop wheezing, and closed her eyes. "The only reason I'm up right now is because I pissed the bed." She walked over and curled up against Kendall, closing her eyes and didn't want to open them until this was just a dream. She fell into a light sleep, but her dreams were heavily influenced by the sounds around her.
"...She may be," Logan was whispering. "You have to consider it."
"I know," Kendall answered. "I just... I can't get around the fact that I went against everything in my beliefs when we... did it."
"Did you at least use protection?" Logan asked. There wasn't an answer. "Damn, you really COULD have gotten her pregnant then."
"I just... Ever since we started hanging out, I've done nothing but cause her pain and suffering," Kendall sighed. "And I blame myself."
"It isn't your fault," Logan answered. "Sure, wetting all over her and having sex was your fault, but no one could have predicted Camille would come home when she did. And besides, this baby could fix everything." Again, no answer. Suddenly Kendall's chest was close to her.
"She was so embarrassed tonight," Kendall whispered, his cool breath on Katie's face. "As much as she likes peeing, she has to be in the mood. And she wasn't, and you being awake when she walked in just made her more embarrassed."
"How do you think I felt?" Logan asked. "I was wheezing like a fool, and I had a piece of plastic in my mouth trying to unblock my airways." Katie succumbed to a deeper sleep then.
-.-
When morning finally rolled around, Kendall was woken up by the nebulizer. He looked over at Logan.
"James says Gustavo told us not to come in today," he said. Kendall nodded and laid his head back down. About thirty minutes later, Katie woke up, and looked around. She noticed she was wearing something different from what she had put on last night. Then she remembered; She had pissed the bed, Logan caught her, and she was probably pregnant. She hopped out of bed and wobbled, falling backwards. Kendall woke up when she came crashing down on top of him.
"Morning beautiful," He grunted. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just dizzy," Katie breathed. She pushed herself up off the bed and went out to the other room to find Logan. He was sitting on the couch reading.
"Hey," He said. Katie slipped into the spot next to him.
"Listen we need to talk," They both said at the same time.
"I... It wasn't.... You won't tell anyone about last night, will you?" Katie asked. Logan looked at her.
"Of course not," He said. "Will you tell anyone about me last night?"
"Never," Katie said. She took a deep breath and leaned back against the couch. Kendall finally decided to join the world of the living around noon. He made some soup for Katie and himself and sat down to eat. Katie hovered.
"What's up?" He said, lifting his spoon to eat some soup.
"I'm... worried about something," Katie started.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"....I'm late," Katie said. |
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Episode 31: Test tube.
"...My period is late," Katie said. Kendall dropped his spoon into his soup and it splattered onto his arm..
"OW!" He screamed. He looked at Katie, nothing but fear showing. "Are you serious?"
"You don't need to freak YET," Katie assured him. "My cycle has always been wonky. But... you've seen me. I'm been sick to my stomach a lot, and peeing even more than normal, and honestly I can't STAND the way James smells, and... I can't take most of my meds while I'm pregnant and think we need to take a test."
"I... we... oh my God."
"We won't know for sure until we take a test," Katie said. "Now come on. We're going to target."
"Mom! I'm going out! I'll be back before dinner! Katie's coming too!" Kendall shouted, and they ran out the front door.
TARGET.
"Are we really about to do this?" Kendall asked as he turned off the car.
"Would you rather not know and something go wrong and lose both me AND the baby?" Katie asked.
"No," Kendall said, relaxing some. "I'm just scared. I REALLY didn't think we went that far."
"Neither did I," Katie said. "But apparently we might have, and we need to know for sure, okay?" Kendall nodded. "Let's do this." They both stepped out of the car. Kendall locked it, and grabbed Katie's hand. As scared as he was, he knew that this went against everything that he and Katie believed, so they had to get to the bottom of it, good or bad. They made their way to the pharmacy, and Kendall stopped dead in his tracks in front of the feminine products isle.
"Are you seriously bailing on me?" Katie demanded.
"I just... Don't want to go down the isle with you," he said. "I'm sorry."
"Than go get a box of cheesy whales and a bottle of water and meet me at check out," Katie said, letting go of his hand. "I'll do this alone, just like every other pregnant teenager in America." and she stomped down the isle.
"Katie wait!" Kendall called. He jogged down to her. "I'm sorry."
"I forgive you," Katie said. "Now help me pick a test so we can get out of here." they considered a few, but settled on the one that told you yes or no in words. They still grabbed the bottle of water and box of cheesy whales, and then went to check out.
"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but... I kind of want a baby," Kendall said as they walked to the car. "Why did we get the cheesy whales?"
"Um... I was craving them," Katie said with her mouth full. Kendall started laughing.
"You are the cutest thing in the world, did you know that?" Kendall said, kissing the top of her head.
"You might have mentioned it," Katie said, smiling.
WHEN THEY GET BACK TO THE APARTMENT........
"Alright... What do we do now?" Kendall said.
"My mom always said that you should take a pregnancy test first thing in the morning," Katie said. "So maybe we should wait until tomorrow."
"But we have to be at the studio in the morning and you have to come with us," Kendall said.
Katie took a deep breath. "Then I'll take it now," she said.
"I'll come too," Kendall said.
"No!" Katie said. "That's what got into this position. Just... wait here, okay?"
"Alright," Kendall whined.
"I'll be back before you know it," Katie said, kissing his cheek. Logan came down the swirly slide right as the bathroom door closed.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Nothing," Kendall said too quickly.
"Liar," Logan said. "Come on. tell me."
"Um... I'm waiting on Katie."
"What is she doing?"
"....Taking a pregnancy test."
"ARE YOU-" Kendall shoved his hand over his mouth.
"Do NOT shout," Kendall ordered. "I... am just as shocked. I... didn't think... wait, why am I explaining having sex to you?!"
"Because I am the only one who can bail you out if she IS," Logan said, smirking.
"Okay now... We can watch that movie," Katie said at the sight of Logan.
"What's the movie? Juno?" Logan asked.
"Jerk!" Katie said.
"Guys, CHILL!" Kendall said. "There is still a chance that..."
"I'm pregnant," Katie said, looking at the test.
Episode 32: Surprise.
"I'm pregnant," Katie said, looking at the test. Kendall rushed to her side.
"That- I- We- Pregnant?" Kendall sputtered.
"Oh my gosh," Logan said. No one said anything for a few minutes. Kendall finally broke the silence.
"We need a plan," he said. "We need to figure out what to do now."
"I'll call plan parenthood," Logan said, picking up his phone.
"NO!!" Katie and Kendall shouted.
"There is no way in HELL I am aborting this baby," Katie said. "It is wrong and unethical."
"And I agree," Kendall said. "So... Adoption?"
"No," Katie said. "I'm... not strong enough."
"I guess... we're going to be parents then," Kendall said. He smiled, and wrapped his hands into Katie's. They just stared at each other smiling. And it creeped Logan out.
"Okay but what about your mom?!" He finally shouted. "Or Katy? Or your career? Or the fact that you have no money, no place to live, and the fact that with her pregnant, we have a potential crisis with the band?!"
"We'll deal with it," Kendall said, still not looking away from Katie. "I have a few things in mind."
"Mrs. Knight!" Logan shouted upstairs. "Kendall has completely lost his mind!!!"
"I'll be there in a minute!" She called down to him.
"What are we gonna tell your mom?!" Katie panicked.
"We're going to tell her that we're going out tonight," Kendall said.
"Why are we going out?" Mrs. Knight asked.
"Because we have some awesome news that we want to share with everyone all at once," Kendall said.
"And where are we going?" Logan wondered.
"That's for us to know and you to find out," Kendall said.
"Alright then, I'll... tell Katy and Carlos," Mrs. Knight said, and she walked upstairs. Logan looked at the happy couple.
"Nice save," Logan said.
"No thanks to you!" Katie shouted. "And where are we going and WHY are we telling anyone?!"
"I say Olive Garden," Kendall said.
"And then there is just one little thing you forgot... TELLING YOUR MOM!"
"And we can handle that!" Kendall said. "All that matters is that I love you, this baby, and I'm not afraid of what anyone says, because the only people that matter are you and me. Now let's go find you something pretty to wear."
DINNER THAT NIGHT.
"So why are we here Kendall?" Logan inquired suspiciously.
"Well, Katie and I have some very special news to share with all of you," Kendall said happily.
"Well someone's in loove," Carlos teased.
"Oh you could say that," Katie said, not really caring about anyone else but her new family.
"Dude what IS the big suprise?" James asked.
"Well," Kendall smiled. "We didn't really plan it, but... We're having a baby." At that exact moment, Katy did a spit take, which shot into Carlos face who ended up slapping Logan who fell into James.
"WHAT?!" Everyone shouted.
"We're having a baby," Kendall said. "And we plan on keeping it." |
Okay gang, this is where it gets really serious/sad. :( BUT it will all be worth it, Promise. :) PS: if you've read this, please let me know. It's getting awkward being the only one responding to this! :P
Episode 35: The unthinkable.
WEEKS LATER...
KATIE'S POV:
I was at the beach with Kendall. The sand under my bum was so warm, and then on top of me his pee was so hot... So hot...
END KATIE POV AND BACKTRACK A FEW MINUTES....
Kendall woke up to the feeling of a warm bed.
oh crap, he thought. He slid under the blanket, but it wasn't pee; it was blood. He woke Katie up.
"Morning baby daddy," She said, smiling. He didn't say anything. "What's wrong?"
"You're bleeding," He said. Katie looked under the blanket. "Call Dr. Vitz," She said. Kendall grabbed his phone from at the head of the bed, and handed it to Katie. She explained the situation, and hung up.
"Get dressed," she said, tossing Kendall a pair of jeans that were hanging on the footboard. "We're going to the hospital."
Kendall didn't argue, and pulled them on. Katie grabbed some clothes and locked the door. She didn't mind changing in front of Kendall anymore, since they had seen each other naked before, and besides, he never said anything.
"Wait a second," he said as she started to slip off her shorts. He unlocked the door and left. He came back a few seconds later and handed her something; a pad. "Just... so we don't get blood everywhere," He said softly. Katie nodded. She continued changing.
"Thanks," She whispered. Kendall took her hands.
"Are you going to hurt yourself?" he asked. Katie nodded. He held her hands, and the walked out to the living room.
"Mom!" Kendall shouted. She was downstairs in a flash. "We are going to the hospital."
"Are you okay?" She asked Katie. She didn't answer. Kendall explained. Mrs. Knight silently grabbed her keys and purse, and Kendall walked with Katie out the front door.
OB/GYN OFFICE.
"Alright, let's see what's going on," The ultrasound tech said, holding a doppler. Kendall had let Katie's hand go, but she was squeezing it while whispering Hail Mary's. Kendall was saying them mentally. The tech moved the wand around on Katie's uterus, but... nothing.
"Hm, let me get the doctor," the tech said. Kendall looked at Katie, who had closed her eyes.
"Alright, let's have a look at what's going on!" She said too cheery. Katie never opened her eyes. Kendall focused on the screen, hoping that they found something, anything, that indicated life. Nothing.
"I'm so sorry," the doctor said to Kendall. "She's lost the baby. I'll give you two a minute." She and the tech left. Katie opened her eyes. She looked at Kendall, who was choked up himself. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her, and they both burst into tears.
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Logan, Carlos, and little Katy were all waiting when they walked in the front door. Kendall had let it all out at the doctor's office, and on the way home, but Katie was going back and forth between numb and crying.
"What did the doctor say?" Logan asked. Katie burst into tears again. Everyone smushed her into a group hug. Carlos even let out a few tears. As soon as they let go, Katie went back to numb. She untangled herself from Kendall's fingers and went to the bedroom. She curled up in a ball on the bed. Kendall laid down next to her. They didn't move until Logan came to bed, and that was only to change for bed. That night, Katie kept tossing and turning, and often woke up screaming.
The next day, Katie was just... numb. She didn't do hardly anything. Finally Kendall just picked her up and brought her to the living room to watch TV. At about noon, Camille and Logan walked in. Camille ran over to her cousin and hugged her. That broke Katie, and she and Camille started sobbing and apologizing and crying and saying things and just crying.
"I'm so sorry for everything!" Camille finally said, settling down. "I was wrong to judge you. I... I'm not one hundred percent on board, but I'm willing to accept it."
"Thank you," Katie said, emotionless. Camille looked at her cousin hard, and knew that this was going to take time. Just like everything else had. She got up and followed Logan into his room. Kendall got up, and suddenly Katie spoke; "Don't leave me!"
Episode 36: Right around.
Suddenly Katie cried out; "Don't leave me!"
"I'm not," He said. "I'm just going to the bathroom, I promise." He kissed her forehead, and left. Katie suddenly realized she was hungry. She got up and fixed herself a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of soy milk. Kendall was happy to see that when he walked out of the bathroom.
"You feel any different?" He asked.
"Just... Hungry," she said.
"It's a start," Kendall said. He grabbed her meds from the plastic box they had sat in for a month. "At least take the pristiq," he said, handing her a red pill. Katie chugged it down with the rest of her soy milk. She felt better, even smiled once. Camilled invited her over for dinner the next night, and she accepted.
"Mmm! Smells good in here," Katie said, walking in the front door. She walked over to the kitchen and hugged Camille. "I missed you sissy."
"I missed you too," She said. "You've been here so long I forgot how empty it was without you!"
"So what ya makin?" Katie asked.
"Pasta," Camille said. "Come on, the noodles are done." They sat down and prayed together, and started eating. It was the best meal Katie had had since she had been kicked out.
"So, how are things between you and Kendall?" Camille asked as they were finishing up.
"Good," Katie said. "I mean we haven't really been able to do anything since... you know. But..."
"Yeah," Camille said. "I... I miss you living with me."
"I... miss having you around sissy."
"But if you're happy living with Kendall... Than stay with him. It's important to me that you're happy."
"Camille.... I wish I could live with both of you," Katie said. "I mean... I love you. We're family. You've been my big sister since... Since my own mom kicked me out. But... Kendall... I love him. I know I do."
"And I get that," Camille said. "And honestly, you two need each other right now. After what's happened, you both need each other to grieve, and to heal."
"Thanks sissy," Katie said. "But can I come visit again?"
"Any time Kiddo," Camille said, mussing Katie's hair. They did the dishes and talked for a little bit, until Katie decided to go back down to the apartment.
"I love you sissy," Katie said, hugging her cousin.
"Love you too Kiddo," Camille said. Katie smiled. Somehow things were going right, At least, until she walked into the crib. |
Okay, this is still the deep/sad/heavy stuff. It was all written during a really dark phase I was going through. But after this It gets really good, with more omo. ;) PLEASE TELL ME IF I INDUCE ANY TEARS HERE.
Episode 37: Rock bottom.
Katie walked into the crib, which was seemingly empty. Then she heard something: Someone puking. She walked over to the bathroom door and listened. She knew the breathing anywhere; it was Kendall! She had to hold on to the counter for support. What the HELL was happening here?! She texted Camille frantically. In five minutes, she had everyone heading up to 4J for an intervention. Kendall came out.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I think the bigger question is, what the HELL are you doing puking?" Katie retorted.
"I ate some bad cheese for dinner," Kendall fibbed.
"Liar," Katie said. "Kendall... Tell me the truth. I..."
"I was purging!" He snapped. "I was purging. I binged on the bag of chicken nuggets and then made myself puke them all up because I feel like shit. No, lower than shit. It's my fault that you lost the baby, it's my fault your cousin hated you, it's... it's all my fault!" Kendall was in tears. Katie hugged him, holding on for dear life.
"Kendall none of this is your fault!" Katie said, crying herself. "NONE of it! Why? Why? How could that possibly fix ANY of our problems?! How can you tell me not to hurt myself when you're doing the same thing?! Kendall... this is insane!" Katie was hysterical now. "You're coming with me!"
"Where?!" He asked, still in tears.
"Upstairs!" Katie answered. "March!"
4J.....
When Katie and Kendall walked through the door, Logan, Carlos, James, Camille, and Mrs. Knight were waiting for them.
"Where's little Katy?" Kendall asked, raspy.
"I sent her down to play with Tyler," Mrs. Knight said. "Sit." Kendall sank into a chair, and Katie sat down by his feet.
"....How long has this been going on?" James asked.
"This is the first time since I found out Katie was pregnant," Kendall choked out. "Before that.... Every night after you guys went to bed." Logan's eyes grew huge. "And before that.... Whenever I felt bad." Katie's eyes watered, but she just sat there, slipping her fingers into Kendall's.
"Kendall.... Why? Why would you ever think this was okay?!" Camille asked.
"I don't know!" He tried to shout. "It just... It worked! It made the pain go away!"
"Kendall... This isn't safe," Mrs. Knight said. "We... I'm looking into rehab!"
"Mom-"
"No Kendall! This isn't safe, and if this has been going on for years, you need HELP. More than I can give you! And my decision is FINAL." No one made any noise. Kendall just held his head in his hands, wondering where he went wrong. Katie just... stood there. She wasn't crying, she wasn't emotional, she just... hugged Kendall. That night, Logan was assigned to escort Kendall to the bathroom until further notice. The next few days, Katie, Kendall, and Mrs. Knight spent at the studio, making preparations for Kendall to enter rehab. Katie rarely left his side, and when she did, it was only because she absolutely had to.
THURSDAY.
Kendall was leaving tomorrow for rehab. Logan was sleeping on the sofa so that he and Katie could enjoy their last night together.
"I don't know how I'm going to get by without you," She whispered.
"Same here," He said. "But I swear, when I get back you're going to see a different man."
"Will he still pee on me when I ask?" She wondered.
"And lick you clean," Kendall answered. "May I?"
"Always," Katie said. she stood up, and ripped her clothes off. Kendall only had his boxers on, so he yanked them off, and... well you get the picture. And like always, he licked her clean.
MORNING.
Mrs. Knight walked into the room, and saw the clothes on the floor. She flipped the overhead light on. "Wake up Kendall!" She said. "We're leaving in an hour." She walked out of the room as he sat up. He looked at Katie.
"I don't want you to go," she said. "I know you have to, but... I don't want you to."
"It's just a few months," He said. "Now come on. We both need a shower." Katie smiled at that thought. She pulled on the clothes she had taken off before bed, and followed Kendall to the bathroom.
Episode 38: Temporary goodbye.
Kendall started the water, and looked at Katie. She was already disappearing. Kendall walked over and kissed her.
"Don't make me worry about you," he whispered. "Come on, the water's getting cold." They took the world's horniest shower and then got dressed and ate breakfast. Then Mrs. Knight came downstairs with Katy, who was carrying a bag.
"Why are-"
"We're kind of moving out there for a little while," Katy said to Kendall. "Mom wants to be near you, and honestly, I have no choice as a minor. Camille is coming with too, in her car, so she and Katie can get home." Katie swallowed hard. She felt abandonment all over again. Kendall walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. Too soon, Camille was there and they left the apartment. Katie didn't know how she was going to come back after this. She and Kendall spent the whole ride to the treatment facility in each other's arms. Camille followed behind Mrs. Knight in her car. Too soon, they were there.
"Promise me you won't do anything insane while I'm gone," Kendall begged. Katie didn't answer. "I... I couldn't live without you. I love you so much, and... and I want to be there for you when I get out. Promise me you won't hurt yourself, you'll take your meds, and you won't try anything insane. PLEASE." Katie looked into Kendall's eyes.
"I promise," She said. Kendall kissed her passionately.
"I'll be back before you know it," He said. "This is just a temporary goodbye. I promise." Mrs. Knight knocked on the window. It was time. Kendall hopped out of the van, and turned around so Katie wouldn't see him cry. |
Thank you for bearing with the heavy stuff. It will now pay off with some cute bedwetting. ;) You're welcome.
Episode 39: No going back.
Katie got into Camille's car and burst into tears. Camille hugged her, but she just let her cry.
"There is no way I'll make it four months without him!" Katie wailed.
"Yes you will," Camille said. "Sure it'll be hell, but you have me, Logan, Carlos, and even James is worried about you. You'll see." When Katie finally settled down some, Camille started the car. Even though it was only 11 AM, they decided to stop at McDonald's and get some food. Katie ate half of her burger and all her fries, and then just plugged in her earphones. She started looking for a good song when she realized Kendall had downloaded something new on there. She immediately tapped it.
"Hey," His voice said. "I know you're going to miss me like crazy. And I'm gonna miss you like crazy. But this is for both of us, to help close the gap." And he started to play his guitar and sing. The song was one of Katie's favorites; A Little Bit Longer.
"I'm counting the days until we're together again," Kendall's voice said after he was done. "I love you more than the air I breathe." And the track ended. Katie was choked up. She listened to the track the rest of the way home. In fact, she didn't even realize she had fallen asleep until Camille woke her up.
"Hey," she said softly. "We're home." Katie looked around. They were in the parking garage of the palmwoods. "So, am I moving in with the boys or are you moving back home with me?"
"Camille.... We're staying with the boys," Katie said. Camille didn't argue. She just got out of the car and grabbed a bag. "I figured you would say that." they both walked into the palmwoods and over to the elevators. they took the short ride up to floor 2, and then the thirty second walk to 2J. When Katie opened the door, Logan was sitting right there waiting for them.
"You okay?" he asked Katie.
"Not even close," she answered. She grabbed a book and flopped down on the sofa. Camille noticed it was New Moon, and decided to leave her be. She and Logan snuck off to his room.
BED.
"Hey Logan, do you have any extra pillows?" Katie asked.
"No, but Carlos might," Logan said thoughtlessly. Katie moped out of the room and up the stairs to ask Carlos. Camille came in and slapped Logan.
"Are you crazy?!" She said. "She's asking for extra pillows because she's LONELY! She's trying to make it feel like there's an extra body in the bed!"
"Well how was I supposed to know that?" Logan argued.
UPSTAIRS.........
"Carlos do you have any extra pillows?" Katie asked.
"Yeah, I-" He turned around to see Katie about in tears again. "Are you okay?"
"No!" Katie said, and she sunk to her knees crying.
Episode 40: Nightmares.
"It's okay!" Carlos said, hugging Katie. "Hey, James isn't going to be home until the morning, so why don't you sleep up here with me tonight?"
"You sure?" Katie asked, shocked.
"Totally. Come on," Carlos said. Katie followed him. She had never really been in his room before. "So you ready for bed?"
"Yeah," Katie whispered. Carlos crawled in before her and she curled up in a ball. They pulled the blankets up, and Katie let her mind drift, thinking mostly of the times she and Kendall had enjoyed golden showers with each other. Finally she slipped into a dream about her and Kendall, only this time she was in the background. He was purging again, only his stomach was completely empty, and all that was coming up was bile and blood. She tried to get to him as he passed out, but she couldn't. She sat upright screaming. Carlos flipped the light on.
"Katie! Katie, calm down!" He said. She stopped as soon as she realized she was awake.
"It was just a dream," Katie whispered to herself.
"Are you okay?" Carlos asked.
"Yeah," Katie said, tears overflowing her eyes. She buried her head in Carlos' chest and started sobbing. "He was purging and he was puking blood and he passed out and I couldn't get to him, and, and-"
"Shh," Carlos whispered, rubbing her back. "It was just a dream. Just a dream. He's not purging, I promise." Katie just laid there, crying off and on. She finally fell back asleep. Carlos laid there, thinking about what he had seen one time, when he swore he saw Kendall puking before a show. Then he thought about how upset Katie was. Katie. This sweet, beautiful, talented girl, who had the biggest heart, was scared to death for her boyfriend, who was his best friend. He lay there thinking about all of these things, but soon he fell asleep himself. The next time he woke up, Katie was still in his arms. She had rolled over a little, but she was still there. He looked at the clock. 6:30 AM. The alarm would be going off in thirty minutes. feeling exhausted, he snuggled down under the blanket with Katie and fell back asleep.
IN KATIE'S SUBCONSCIOUS.....
I was about to pee myself, yet none of these stalls had doors, and the ones that did were taken. Finally, I just let go, enjoying the warmth that spread down me. But then James walked in and was all, "OMG you pissed yourself! hahaha!" I then heard a beeping and left my subconscious...
END KATIE'S POV.
Carlos woke up a few minutes before the alarm was set to go off, and decided to just wait for Katie. He slowly started moving around when he felt it; the sheets were soaking wet! And they were WARM! Before he freaked out, he remembered Katie was in the bed.
Crap, he thought. How am I going to get out of this one? I can't freak out, I can't make her feel bad in any way, and she's probably going to cry. Man, she cries a lot. But I think I like that, because it means I get to hold her and make her feel better and OH MY GOSH I LIKE HER!!! Oh no. Kendall would KILL ME if I do anything! Kendall's going to kill me if I handle this wrong! GAH! MY BEST FRIEND'S GIRLFRIEND HAS PISSED MY BED!!!! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO??? Somewhere in his mental panic attack, the alarm clock went off and Katie woke up. Carlos held his breath as she slowly went down the same track he did. She looked at him.
"Hi," He said.
"I... I'm so sorry," Katie said, tears already forming in her eyes. "I didn't mean to-"
"Shh," Carlos said. "It's not your fault. So you drank too much before bed. Is it really the end of the world?" Katie hugged Carlos.
"I... Just.... I-"
"Shh," Carlos said. "Come on, let's get ready for the day. James is going to be home any minute." Katie nodded and hopped out of bed. Carlos tossed her a pair of his sweats so that she could at least escape a little bit of embarrassment. She slipped downstairs to get her meds and stuff while Carlos finished upstairs.
"Morning!" Camille sighed as she stared at Logan. "How did you sleep?"
"Horrible," Katie muttered. "I kept having nightmares about Kendall dying."
"He won't die," Logan said, not taking his eyes off of Camille.
"Did you two hook up last night?" Katie demanded as she pulled the soy milk out of the fridge. That snapped the two of them out of their trance.
"W-why would you say that?" Camille stuttered.
"Because after that time that Kendall and I did, we just couldn't take our eyes off of each other," Katie said. "Even when you were yelling at us."
"Um, is that really, uh..." James walked in then.
"Ah, so I'm not the only one who hooked up last night," He said, taking in Camille and Logan.
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Told you I'd post today. ;) I really need something better to do with my time. :P Anyways, read the story! It's good for you! xD
Episode 43: The trick.
Katie opened the staple remover up wider, and rolled up her sleeves. She let out a few tears as she was about to start when someone opened the door.
"Put the staple puller down," a deep voice said. Carlos. Katie dropped it on the floor, and he ran over to her, grabbing her arms. "Did you do ANYTHING to yourself?" He asked. Katie shook her head, tears running down her face.
"I'm sorry I made you mad," Katie whispered.
"I'm not mad!" Carlos shouted. "Who-"
"James and I were doing laundry and he said you were mad at me," Katie explained.
"I'm not," Carlos said. "I'm a little pissed at what you just tried to do, but... I know what happened this morning wasn't your fault. It could happen to ANYONE. You were worn out and just couldn't hear your body. No big deal." He made Katie look up. "But this shit isn't gonna solve anything." Katie nodded. Carlos didn't let go of her hands until he was sure they weren't going to hurt her.
"So do you want to go down to the pool?" he asked.
"Why?" Katie asked. "so the Jennifer's can make fun of us and I can parade around in a swimsuit that makes me feel self conscious?"
"Come on, it beats sitting around here and watching Camille and Logan make out," Carlos said. Katie couldn't argue with that.
"....Alright," Katie said. She went downstairs to change but realized Camille and Logan were in the bedroom. She banged on the door and heard some rustling.
"Camille I just need my swimsuit," Katie said. Camille cracked the door and handed it to her. Katie went into the bathroom and changed. She then realized it was over; she had stopped bleeding, and her baby was completely gone. She let out a few tears, and then finished changing. when she came out of the bathroom, Carlos was waiting for her. James walked in as they were about to leave.
"Ooh! Can I come to the pool with you guys? Pleeease?" He begged.
"Sure," Katie and Carlos said. James changed faster than a blink of an eye, and in a matter of minutes they were down to the pool.
Episode 44: Waterbred.
As soon as they were outside, Carlos jumped in the water. James walked over to some chairs and applied some sunscreen and tanning oil, and Katie sat down next to him.
"Aren't you gonna dive in?" James asked. "It's like, a bazillion degrees outside."
"First off," Katie said, "This is NOTHING compared to Texas. And second... I can't swim." Just then, the Jennifer's came walking around the corner. "I'll be back." But as Katie got up, she messed with the Jennifer's pace.
"What's your problem FREAK?" Blonde Jennifer demanded.
"Nothing," Katie said, trying to stand tall.
"Well it looks like you're all ready to go for a swim," Curly-haired Jennifer said. "Let's help her girls." For three prisses, the Jennifer's were surprisingly strong. They were able to shove Katie into the pool. Wait, WHAT?!
"What is your problem!?" James demanded. "What did she ever do to you?"
"She was in our way," Blonde Jennifer said, and the three of them stalked off. Katie wasn't rising to the surface, so James dove in and pulled her up.
"Thanks for that," Katie gasped.
"Any time," James said. he climbed back out and continued tanning. Carlos swam over to her.
"You okay?" He asked. Katie nodded. "What's wrong?"
"How did you know?" Katie asked.
"Intuition," Carlos said. "Now spill."
"...I can't swim," Katie said, blushing. Carlos smiled.
"Hop on my back."
"Are you sure?"
"Totally." Katie climbed on, and Carlos swam around for a while. "So... I guess we need to fix this, hmm?"
"Fix what?" Katie asked.
"Um-"
"Oh. Yeah, I guess we should," Katie said, suddenly remembering.
"Guys!" James shouted. "Camille has dinner on the table! Let's go!" Carlos swam towards the shallow end and helped Katie off of his back.
"You should be able to stand here," he said. Katie set one foot on the bottom of the pool and then the other. She and Carlos dried off and went upstairs to the apartment. Camille had just set everything on the table and Logan was reading something. They all sat down and prayed and ate.
AFTER DINNER.
"So who wants to watch a movie?" Logan asked.
"As long as it isn't a romance movie," Katie, James, and Carlos declared.
"Fine, how about New Moon?" Camille suggested. Everyone agreed and she popped the movie into the DVD player. James popped a couple of bags of popcorn and poured them into a huge bowl, and the three upstairsies dove in.
"How can you still be hungry?" Logan asked.
"I don't know, but I'm not about to argue with my body," Carlos said with a mouthful. Camille started the movie, and James flipped off most of the lights. Katie and Carlos continued stuffing their faces. When the movie ended, it was almost midnight.
"Well, I'm beat," Camille said. Logan smiled, knowing he would get her tonight.
"Okay let me get my stuff before you two start being gross," Katie said. She ran to the room and pulled her bag out from under Kendall's bed. She figured it would probably be better if she kept it upstairs anyways. They all changed for bed and went to sleep.
THE NEXT MORNING.........
Carlos woke up to the sound of fighting downstairs. |
I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!! :D Yes, I'm reviving this. I'll try and put more omo in, but this thing is going to become whatever it wants. I actually think in a few chapters you'll enjoy what happens. Or at the very least be shocked. :P Whatever, just enjoy! :)
Episode 46: Jagged.
When James, Carlos and Katie got back to the apartment, everyone except James is starving. Carlos got Katie over to the sofa and started in on making food.
"Okay we have the stuff to make grilled cheese, mac and cheese, salads, or... Hot dogs," He said, raiding the fridge.
"I vote mac and cheese," Katie said, flipping through the TV channels. Carlos fixed them mac and cheese and handed Katie a bowl and they settled in on watching Avatar: the last airbender while they ate.
"So," Katie started as she shoveled the last bit of macaroni into her mouth. "Where are Camille and Logan?" Carlos swallowed noticeably.
"She made me promise not to tell you," he said. Just then, Camille and Logan walked in.
"How's your leg?" Camille said simply.
"It hurts," Katie said tensely. Carlos looked at the clock and realized it was time for more pain medicine. "What I'd like to know where you were." Camille looked at Logan, who nodded.
"Carlos, I think I saw your helement under James' bunk," Camille said. Carlos took the hint and left.
"I'm waiting," Katie said impatiently. Camille and Logan sat down next to her.
"We... I... Am having a baby," Camille said. "And... We think adoption might be the best plan for it." Katie just sat there, trying to process this. Her whimsical, doing everything possible to become a star actress, always wear a condom cousin was pregnant. PREGNANT. She had been pregnant, but lost the baby, yet her cousing got the fortune of carrying a child she didn't even want?! This was WAAY too much for Katie.
"Katie? Can I please have an answer?" Logan asked.
"Why? Why were you two so STUPID?! Did you not ONCE think of the life that may have become involved? I did! And why adoption? So you can run away from your problems?!" At this point Katie was screaming, not caring who she hurt. Camille was about to cry, and Logan wasn't going to stand for it.
"Okay that is IT!" Logan shouted. "You are the most annoying little twerp I have EVER met! I don't care what Kendall thinks about you!"
"Oh like YOU'RE the innocent one here! If it weren't for you she wouldn't be in this mess!" Katie shouted back.
And it went like that back and forth until Camille finally screamed, "ENOUGH! Katie you ARE being unfair about this and this baby IS your fault Logan! But I need BOTH of you to get through the next eight months because like it or not, there is a living, breathing person with fingernails inside me and he or she has to be dealt with!"
"Okay when Camille starts screaming I KNOW it's bad," Carlos said coming down the steps. "What's going on?" Everyone started talking at once, which made Carlos whistle to shut them all up.
"Alright upstairs," he said to Katie. She hopped up the steps and into the room she now shared with Carlos and James, and flopped down on Carlos' bed and burst into tears. James came down from his bed to try and console her.
"What's going on?" He asked innocently.
Episode 47: Misguided.
"What's going on?" James asked innocently.
"How could Camille be the one to have a baby!" Katie sobbed. "She doesn't even WANT one and yet when I do, I lose it!" Katie just kept sobbing and sobbing. all James did was hold her, deep in thought. when she finally calmed down a little, James finally began to speak.
"Maybe there's a reason why you lost the baby," he mused. "I mean, if you had still carried it, then we would have never known Kendall was purging and needed the help he's getting." Katie thought about that for a minute. "And if you hadn't lost the baby," James continued softly, "You and Camille might have never patched things up." Katie realized he was right.
"Maybe," She breathed, rubbing her eyes. "God I am such a LOSER!"
"You are not," James said firmly. "You just.... were shocked, and upset. I wouldn't have NEVER thought Logan would EVER be the one to get a girl pregnant."
"I have to go apologize," Katie said, forcing her heavy leg off the bed and hopping back down the stairs.
MEANWHILE........
"God I am such an IDIOT!" Logan said. "ONE TIME! If we had just used a condom..."
"Logan, it's just as much my fault," Camille said. "But that's not the point. The point is that I need you AND Katie right now! And she's had your back since day one, and you just act like she's some freak of nature! She is just as normal as you and me."
"But-"
"NO BUTTS," Camille declared. "You don't even give her a chance anymore. What did she EVER do to you?"
"She and Kendall are freaks! I just can't stand that she thinks it's sexy to pee all over someone and that Kendall agrees with it! And let's not forget that box full of pills out in the kitchen!" Logan argued. Katie was sitting on the sofa outside the room Logan and Camille now shared, listening to Logan call her out. It was the same as when her mom had done the same thing. Camille started yelling back, and when Logan came out of the room his nose was bleeding.
"Do you really think all of those things?" Katie demanded softly. Camille looked at Logan with her arms crossed. He sighed.
"I....... I just don't get it," Logan said. "How..... why......... It just doesn't make sense to me."
"What don't you get?" Katie said. The next hour was spent in conversation, and by the end of it things were.... a little less awkward.
"Now see? This beats yelling at each other doesn't it?" Camille asked. Logan looked at Katie, who was still hiding inside herself. He sighed and went to go clean up the blood that was all over his face. This was going to be a LOOOOOOOONG process. |
Alrighty roo! This one'll be fun, promise. :)
Episode 48: Buckle up or buckle down?
The next few days were tense. Logan was trying to have an open mind, but honestly, Katie still freaked him out. And Katie just sat on the couch and moped most of the time since she was hardly mobile with her heavy leg, losing or having to get Carlos to help her with almost every video game she tried to play.
THURSDAY NIGHT........
Katie was trying to hobble to the kitchen to make herself a sandwich when her phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, but she answered anyways.
"Hello?"
"Hey baby," Kendall said. Katie about passed out at the sound of his voice.
"OH MY GOD! Kendall are you okay?! Did you leave rehab? If you left rehab-"
"No, they just gave me permission to use the phone," He said. "You have no idea how crazy I've been without you."
"Same here," Katie said, choking back some tears.
"But you're the reason I keep pulling myself out of bed and do everything they say," Kendall said. "But enough about me and my sucky situation. What's been going on over there?"
"Um....... I fell down the stairs and broke my leg," Katie started. "And then there's the fact that Camille is pregnant."
"SHE'S WHAT?!" Kendall shouted. Katie fell over laughing at that. Kendall smiled, because that was the one thing he missed the most. "Sorry. But.... I didn't think Logan was the type to take that kind of a risk."
"Trust me, NONE of us did," Katie said, finally breathing normally. They talked for almost thirty minutes, mostly of sweet nothings, when someone came in the room and told Kendall to wrap it up.
"I don't want you to go," Katie whimpered.
"I know, but it won't be forever," Kendall said. "If I keep doing what I am I can call again soon."
"You promise?" Katie asked.
"I swear," Kendall said, making it a promise for himself. "I love you more than words."
"I love you more than air," Katie said. The line went dead. She stood there for a minute. She didn't think she would hear his voice again so soon, and that made her smile. She was so happy to hear it, hear how healthy it was. Camille and Logan walked in the front door then, interupting her daydream.
"Hey," Katie sighed.
"What's up?" Camille asked.
"....Kendall just called," She said happily. "He's.... doing well."
Logan's jaw dropped. "They let him-"
"Yes Logan, he had permission to call me," Katie said. "He said if he keeps doing as well as he is then he can call again." Camille walked over and hugged her cousin. This was the happiest she had been since Kendall had left.
"Well, since you're so happy..." Camille started, "We have something to tell you." Katie looked at her cousin and Logan. "We talked with my agent, and she says that shortly after the baby is due that I leave for promotion for the movie I just did. So... we all think adoption is the best course of action."
Episode 49: Dare ya!
"We think adoption is the best course of action," Camille said. Katie looked at her cousin and Logan, trying to see how THEY felt about this.
"And this is what you want?" Katie asked. Camille nodded.
"I can't be the mom I want to be right now. It isn't the right time..." Katie hugged her. She knew this would happen. At least Camille was being ethical about her unborn child.
BED.
"So I was thinking we could go out tomorrow," Carlos suggested. Katie stared at him awkwardly. "I don't mean it like that, I just meant like go do stuff and have fun and that kind of thing."
"Sorry," Katie muttered. "I'm just.. Not with it tonight."
"It's cool," Carlos said, smiling. "So...."
"Yes," Katie answered. She had really been wanting to get off the couch anyways. She put her iPhone in the dock and pressed play, her usual playlist resuming.
"Got the news today, doctor said I had to stay..."
"Question," Carlos said as he crawled under the blanket with Katie. "Why do you always listen to the Jonas Brothers?"
"They just... They'll always have a special place in my heart," Katie said. Carlos was about to ask her why, but she was already asleep. He wrapped his arms around her and did the same.
That night, Katie spent her dreams with Kendall, making out, hooking up... So much that she was talking in her sleep. Quite graphically too.
THE NEXT MORNING......
Katie slowly opened her eyes. That was the best she had slept all week. She rolled over, expecting to find Carlos right next to her, but he wasn't. She sat up and looked around, finding him up in James' bed.
"Hi," he said.
"What did I do?" Katie asked.
"I'll tell you later," Carlos said with a wink. He left the room, and when the door opened, Katie could smell the cinnamon rolls Camille was making. She and Carlos nearly ran over each other trying to get downstairs.
"Nice to see you two up before noon," Logan said, his face buried in a book. Katie rolled her eyes. James walked in.
"Camille, I LOVE YOU," He said, making a beeline for the cinnamon rolls. Katie nibbled at hers, her mind racing. What had she done subconsciously? They all ate and then Katie and Carlos flopped down on the couch.
"What did I do last night?" She finally demanded of Carlos. He looked around, making sure they were all alone.
"Let me answer that question with a question," He said devilishly. "What were you dreaming about?" Katie bit her lip, not really wanting to answer that question. "That bad, huh?"
"Not bad," Katie said quickly. "Just..... intimate. WHAT DID I DO?"
"You kept demanding more from me, and that it was so WARM," Carlos said. Katie blushed. "And then.... something about fullness?" Katie turned scarlet.
"Um..... I'm sorry," Katie managed. Carlos made her look at him.
"Sex dreams?"
"Crazy unmentionable sex dreams," She said. The subject dropped, and they spent the rest of the morning playing Mario Kart. Carlos won almost every single race. She had just lost ANOTHER race when James walked in.
"Katie, you SUCK at Mario Kart," He said with a mouth full of pretzels.
"Trade your phone number for food again?" Katie asked. James didn't answer.
"At least Mrs. Knight isn't here to keep me at home all night," James said, finishing his pretzels. "But this time she wants to take it slow." Katie smiled, hoping that this time it would be different for James.
"Okay I am so bored. what do you want to do?" Carlos asked.
"I don't know," Katie sighed. "I want to get off this couch." That gave Carlos an idea.
"Katie, how do you feel about scary movies?" He asked. |
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Episode 50: YOU JUST GOT PWNED!
(AN: OMG PART FIFTY I AM FREAKING OUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! :)
"How do you feel about Scary movies?" Carlos asked Katie. her smile turned to a grimace..
"How scary are we talking?" She asked.
MOVIE THEATER.
"Three tickets for paranormal activity Please," Carlos asked the lady at the ticket booth. She gave him the tickets, and they headed inside. Carlos sent Katie and James ahead to the theater to find seats while he grabbed some snacks. Katie hopped along on her crutches.
"So do you believe in ghosts?" James asked her.
"....Yeah, but I believe in certain things about ghosts," Katie said. "Like, some of them are just energy trying to make themselves known. While others are intelligent enough to manifest and do some pretty cool things. And some are very.... angry." (AN: Just some of my opinions. I watch Ghost Adventures lol) James stopped then. Katie noticed his hands were shaking a little.
"Are you actually scared?" Katie asked.
"Ha! I laugh at that! hahaha!" James said boldly. He opened the door for her and they found a place to seat. Carlos came in just before the movie started, arms loaded with junk food. He divied it up amongst them (Katie got a water bottle, a box of Reese's pieces, James got the Gummy bears, a large coke, and Carlos got the remainder of the haul, which was war heads, Fruit punch, and they all got a share of the popcorn bucket) and the movie started.
TWO-THIRDS THROUGH THE MOVIE.......
Katie was a little freaked out, but it wasn't that scary to her. But just to be nice, she pretended to be afraid and hide in Carlos' hoodie every once in a while. She looked over at James, and realized this was waaaay too scary for him. The next time something freaky happened, She buried her head inside of James' chest.
"You okay?" She whispered to him.
"Help!" He whispered back. Katie gave him a questioning look. He came closer to her ear to whisper.
"I...... This is too scary," he whispered. "Look at me!" Katie gave him a once over from head to toe when she saw the glisten from the screen lights; He'd pissed himself with fear. She thought for a minute, and then she had a plan.
"Take your jacket off and put it over your lap," Katie whispered. "How full is your soda cup?" Even in the dark it was clear James was blushing by the way he lowered his head.
"Empty," He answered. "Why?"
"Take the lid off and say it spilled," Katie said. "That should give your clothes enough time to dry. In the meantime, DON'T EAT. It'll make you thirsty, and-"
Suddenly the credits started rolling, and the lights started to come back on. James looked at Katie, who was racking her brain for a faster solution.
Episode 51: La La land.
Katie was racking her brain for a new plan and then it hit her: Her crutches! She was in the middle and Carlos was on the end by the isle, and he was too much of a gentlemen not to try and help her up.
"That was cool, wasn't it?" He asked Katie.
"Totally!" Katie agreed. "Can you help me with my crutches?" She said, squeezing James' leg. Carlos hopped up and grabbed the crutches from next to his seat and handed them to Katie. She steadied herself.
"You know what? Wait here, I'll go get the car and bring it up front," He said, and he ran off. Katie sighed.
"I owe you," James said.
"No you don't," Katie said. "You didn't tell anyone about me that one time, and I've got your back. So we're even." James smiled.
"But we just have one problem," He pointed out. "How am I gonna hide this?" He took his jacket off of his lap since the theater was empty, and Katie was shocked at what was underneath; his Jeans were completely soaked.
"Um........ I have no clue," She answered. James sighed.
"Well, I guess I'm just gonna have to push my luck," he said. They walked out to the car, and James climbed in the back with Katie. This wasn't the first time she was in a car with a hot guy who had pissed himself. But it was just a little bit different this time. Carlos noticed, but pretended not to. He knew how fragile James' ego was.
APARTMENT.
"I can see y'all had fun at the movies," Logan said when the gang walked in. James hid behind Katie, which REALLY made her mad.
"WHEN are you going to GROW UP and stop picking on me?!" She shouted at Logan. He looked at her, and sighed.
"I'm sorry, okay? Can we talk about this later?"
"No, I think NOW is a perfectly good time to-"
"Logan!" Camille called from the bedroom. Everyone came running, even James.
"What's wrong baby?" Logan asked. Camille was lying on her side, looking sick as a dog.
"Can you get me some more water?" She asked. She heaved into a bucket that was on the floor next to her. Logan held her hair out of her face.
"Baby you can't even keep that down," Logan sighed. Katie sent James and Carlos away and hopped over to her cousin.
"Hey sissy," she said.
"Hey kiddo," Camille said, and managed a weak smile.
"What's going on with you?" Katie asked.
"I don't know," Camille said, her smile fading. "Either Logan is a vampire or I've got some form of the flu."
"I told you I'm not a vampire," Logan said. Katie and Camille giggled at the twilight joke. Logan couldn't help but smile. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you Katie. Camille told me about........ your past, and I get everything a lot more now. And I'm sorry you had to go through all of that." Katie just stood there, awkwardly looking at Logan.
"Water please?" Camille begged Logan. He looked at her pale, weak body, and made a decision.
"I'll get you some water, but we're going to the emergency room," He said. He kissed her forehead, and motioned for Katie to follow him.
Edited April 17, 2013 by bashfulbeauty16
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It's time once again for another addition to this wonderful story! xD Yeah I'm just kinda hyper today. :3 Sorry they keep getting shorter and shorter! They're pre-written from last fall and I was uninspired at this point since my main character was in rehab and I was trying to develop three intertwining storylines and yeah just read it and quit listening to me. :P
Episode 55: Late night hooligans.
"Katie this is an old people game!" Carlos whined.
"Carlos quit acting like a baby! My BROTHER could play this at four years old and he could even beat me from time to time," Katie argued. "Now black or white?"
"....White," Carlos puffed, giving in. If it meant this much to Katie, he could suffer through it. Katie set up her pieces and Carlos copied her. Katie explained the rules, and moved her pawn.
THAT IS VERY BORING SO I WILL SKIP AHEAD ABOUT TWO HOURS...........
"I WIN!" Carlos shouted. "My bishop clearly is about to capture your king!"
"Only because you cheated and Moved him three spaces more than you should have!!" Katie argued back. James came bounding down the stairs then.
"SHUT THE F--- UP!!!!!!!" He screamed. That got their attention. "Thank you! It is after eleven at night and SOME of us would like to sleep! And Logan wants you to call him, Katie." Katie sighed and picked up her phone and dialed.
"Hey," Logan said happily when he answered. "I have good news and bad news."
"What's the bad news?" Katie asked tensely.
"Camille has the flu, and she got dehydrated, so they gave her some antibiotics and have her on an IV," Logan explained.
"And what could possibly be the good news?" Katie asked unhappily.
"We should be home by about two in the morning," Logan said, the smile on his face evident in his voice.
Katie rolled her eyes. "Is she okay right now?" she asked.
"Yeah, she's sleeping," Logan sighed.
"Go curl up next to her then," Katie said. "Text me when you leave, alright?"
"Will do," Logan said, and he hung up. Katie set her phone down.
"You okay?" Carlos asked. Katie shook her head, and he walked over to hug her. "Let's just go to bed, alright? I promise you, everything looks better in the morning." Katie nodded and pulled out her medicine.
BED.
...............Nothing really happened until about the time Camille and Logan came home. Although most of it was upstairs. Katie and Carlos had somehow ended up tangled together and his thumb was in her mouth.
Episode 56: Not normal. at ALL.
As I said last time, Carlos' thumb had somehow ended up in Katie's mouth. He woke up slowly, and figured that out too. He slowly pulled it out, but Katie pulled his hand back over and stuck his thumb back in her mouth. Carlos sighed. He was gonna have to do this the hard way.
"Katie," He whispered in a sing-song voice. "Katie, wake up." Her eyes slowly opened half-way, and she realized who's thumb was really in her mouth.
"Oops," She whispered, still half asleep. She rolled over, stuck her own thumb into her mouth, and fell back asleep. Carlos untangled himself, and went down to raid the fridge.
DOWNSTAIRS
Logan and Camille were settling in as Carlos walked down the steps.
"What are you doing up?" Camille asked. Her voice was raspy but she looked a LOT better than after the gang got back from the movie.
"Your cousin's thumb ended up in my mouth and once I got it out I realized how hungry I was," Carlos explained. Camille just shrugged and dragged herself in to bed. Logan lingered in the kitchen, starving for some bacon.
"You wanna go to IHOP?" He asked Carlos. He agreed, pulling on the pants that were in the laundry basket on the floor.
NEXT MORNING AS EVERYONE WAS EATING BREAKFAST.......
"Katie you are a Kitchen GODESS," Logan said, literally licking his plate clean.
"I try," Katie said as she fixed herself a plate of waffles, drowning them in whipped cream. Carlos was washing up his plate and looked at the calendar.
"Why is Friday circled?" He asked.
"Oh, it's my nineteenth birthday," Katie said nonchalantly. (AN: I imagined we were all about eighteen in this story, me being the youngest lol) James dropped his fork on to his waffle, spattering Logan with whipped cream.
"WHAT?! Why didn't you tell us?!" He shouted.
"Lots of reasons," Katie shrugged. "Mostly because it's just another day without my family, another reminder of how much they hate me, and another day without Kendall." Speak of the devil, Katie's phone rang. She picked it up and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey beautiful," Kendall said. Katie choked on her waffle.
"Hey! Oh my gosh we were just talking about you! Are you okay? What's going on? Are you-"
"Slooowwwwwww down," Kendall chuckled. "We have an hour this time. So what are you doing?"
"Eating waffles buried under mountains of whipped cream and berries and talking about how I don't want to celebrate my birthday on Friday," Katie said.
"What?! Why are you not gonna celebrate?" Kendall asked.
"Because it's just like any other day," Katie shrugged. "And besides, you won't be here, so it won't be fun." Kendall thought for a moment.
"What if I could fix that?" He mused.
"I'd be interested," Katie said, trying to hide her enthusiasm. But even Camille, who had just woken up knew she was enthralled with something. "How so?"
"Leave that to me," Kendall said. He and Katie spent the next hour just talking about all the little things. Camille, the people he had met, the songs he had written. Finally the nurse came in and told Kendall he needed to wrap it up.
"Promise me you'll at least do something special for your birthday?" Kendall asked before he got off.
"I'll eat some junk food, okay?" Katie said, trying to please her boyfriend. She was already missing Kendall.
"Trust me, I'll make SURE you enjoy it," Kendall said. "I love you."
"I love you too," Katie said. The line went dead, and she set her phone down. |
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Episode 57: Magical and sparkly.
Katie set her phone down, staring at it for a few minutes. No one said anything, and just looked at her, waiting for a reaction. Katie finally looked up.
"Why does everyone always stare at me?!" She snapped. She hopped up the stairs and flopped down on Carlos' bed and burst into tears. She felt so alone without Kendall. He'd been everything she needed, and without him, she didn't know how to cope. She looked over at the desk and saw Carlos' pocket knife and slipped it into her back pocket. Carlos came in then.
"Hey," He said. Katie just laid there. He laid down next to her, and she rolled over away from him, sticking her thumb inside her mouth. Carlos chuckled.
"You know that was my thumb last night," He said. Katie blushed.
"It wasn't even a thumb in my dream," Katie said, crimson. Carlos was trying hard not to burst out laughing, knowing what she meant. "Sorry I freaked out. I just.... It's so hard to celebrate the day I was brought into a family without that family actually wanting me in their lives."
"It's cool," Carlos said. "But I kind of think you do have a family again. I mean, you have Camille, and Logan, me and James.... We all love you Katie. And we'd do anything for you. At least I would." Katie smiled to herself, and she hugged Carlos. He relished the moment.
"Thank you Carlos," Katie said. She tried to un-hug, but... "Um, Carlos? You can let go now."
"Oh," He said. "Sorry." Katie giggled.
I CAN'T GET PAST THIS PART SO I'M JUST GONNA SKIP TO TUESDAY NIGHT BEFORE BED.......
"Dude, seriously," Carlos said while Katie was getting ready for bed. "We were barely able to get the tickets and locket today without you wetting yourself, and you're STILL drinking?"
"Dude I'm THIRSTY," James whispered. "I know it seems stupid but I just can't help it I'm so damn thirsty!" And with that he finished off ANOTHER water bottle. Katie came back in the room and crawled into Carlos bed and was out in an instant.
"And I'M the one who should worry," James snorted. Carlos glared at him.
"SHE is-"
"Save me the lecture," James said, climbing up into his bunk. Carlos set the alarm for the morning and turned off the lamp. He snuggled down next to Katie.
JAMES' POV:
I looked down at Katie and Carlos. I wanted her just as much as he did! Her feet were PERFECT. Why was she responding to him more?! And.... What if Carlos was right? What if I WAS going to piss my bed? Well, there was only one way to find out. I let my head hit the pillow, and was out in an instant. I somehow ended up in the studio with the guys. We were singing for Griffin, and I was seriously about to piss myself. My harmonies got more and more complex, and required more and more breath. Finally, It just took too much breath control, and as I belted out my part of the song, I completely pissed myself. And we weren't in the vocal booth with carpet. No, we were in the booth with hard wood floors. It didn't take long for me to soak my jeans and for a puddle to appear on the floor either. And as hard as I tried, I COULDN'T STOP wetting. Suddenly Logan was laughing at me, and then the other two started in, and then suddenly everyone was laughing at me. Even KATIE was there, laughing. I left my subconscious....
END JAMES' POV.
James' eyes flew open. He looked around himself. He was in his bed, no one was awake, and everything was fine. Or so he thought. He slid his legs up so his knees were in the air, and his feet were where his butt had been. The sheets were cold and wet. He sat up, and realized it: he HAD soaked himself.
Episode 58: Hit and Miss.
James had SOAKED himself.
"Shit," he whispered. He crawled down to the foot of his bed and looked at Katie and Carlos. She was sucking his thumb again, and they were both asleep. He let out a sigh, and started to pull the sheets off that side of the bed. He then crawled back to the other side of the bed and did the same. He wadded everything up, and climbed down with the huge wad in hand. He grabbed some new PJ's from his drawer in the dresser and left the room, going to shower. Unfortunately, the door wasn't very quiet and woke Katie up. She pulled Carlos' thumb out of her mouth, and sat up.
"What's going on?" Carlos whispered. Katie looked up at James' bed and saw it completely devoid of sheeting.
"Nothing," Katie whispered. "I'm just going to the bathroom, go back to sleep." Carlos nodded and laid his head back down. Katie slipped quietly out of bed and out the door. James was already downstairs and leaving. But she saw their laundry basket with the soap sitting by the door. She sighed and went downstairs to get it and bring it down to him.
LAUNDRY MAT IN BASEMENT.
"Dammit!" James shouted once he realized he'd forgotten the soap. He turned around to go get it, but he saw Katie standing there. She silently moved past him and put the soap in and started the washer. James sank to his knees, humiliated by the whole situation. Katie turned around and sat down next to him.
"It's okay," She cooed. James just laid his head on her shoulder, sobbing.
"I can't do this!" He cried. Katie rubbed his back, trying to make him feel better.
"Shh," She said. "It happens. It isn't the end of the world. I promise you it isn't. I'm not gonna tell anyone if that's your fear. This kind of thing just... happens sometimes. And.... I think it's sexy." James looked up at her.
Episode 59: Swap.
James looked up at Katie, and saw nothing but compassion in her.
"You can't possibly mean that!" He said, laying down on her legs. Katie sighed. She wasn't going to get through to him, so she just let him cry. They finally went back upstairs, and they just crashed on the sofa.
IN THE AM..........
James woke up before Katie. He looked around, trying to remember how he had ended up on the sofa. Then it all hit him. The dream, the bed, Katie.... Katie!
"Shit!" James whispered. He felt around him, letting out a sigh of relief when he felt nothing. But then he remembered what she had said. He contemplated that, until he noticed Logan walk out of the bedroom then, in nothing more than a pair of underwear.
"Nice," James said, making Logan jump.
"God! Don't scare me like that!" he said. He had definitely looked better. "Camille was up all night, so leave me ALONE, got it?" James nodded. Logan went back into the bedroom, and the noise woke Katie up.
"What.. Why am I down here?" She asked. She saw James and remembered what had happened. She blushed and went to the kitchen to get her meds. James followed behind her.
"So... crazy night huh?" He offered, blushing. Katie just nodded. James made her look him in the eye. "Did you mean what you said last night?" Katie's eyes filled up with tears and she nodded. James hugged her and she buried her face in his shirt and started crying.
"Shh," He said. "It's not like I'm gonna judge you. You've never judged me. And.... I personally would love to eat your feet." Katie looked up at him.
"You m-mean that?" She asked. James nodded.
"You're feet are PERFECT," he said. "I'm a feet person. So.... I kinda get it. I mean we all have our things, right?"
"You have no idea how much that means to me," Katie whispered. Carlos walked downstairs then.
"Um, what the hell is going on?! You never came back upstairs!" He snapped.
"Sorry, Camille wanted me, and then Logan asked that I sleep down here in case she wanted me again," Katie lied smoothly.
"And why are YOU down here?" Carlos demanded of James.
"She wanted my company," He answered. Carlos rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, okay then. I'm going back to bed," Carlos muttered. When he was gone Katie and James burst out laughing.
"Keep it down!" Logan shouted.
Episode 60: Invisible? Never.
Katie giggled as she made breakfast, jumping when her phone rang. To her surprise it was Kelly.
"Hello?" She said.
"Katie, Gustavo wants you and the boys down here to work on a new song," She said.
"Alright, we'll be down there in about an hour, is that okay?"
"Sounds good," Kelly said, and she hung up. Katie turned to James. "Gustavo wants all of us down there to work on a new song."
"That's cool," James said. "I'll go tell Carlos." Katie nodded and went in to the bedroom. Camille was curled up in a ball next to Logan, who was asleep. They both looked exhausted, but she knew Gustavo would kill her if they all weren't there.
"Logan," Katie whispered. "Wake up." Logan's eyes fluttered open. "Gustavo wants us ALL at the studio."
"Alright," He groaned. "Can you help me with your cousin?"
"I'm awake," Camille said. "Can't he just stay here?"
"I don't think that's a good idea," Katie said. Camille groaned, and Katie sighed.
"Fine," Camille said, relinquishing her grasp on Logan. Katie left the room and grabbed her phone and pulled up a number she thought she never thought she'd dial; Lucy's. Camille was in no condition to be on her own.
THIS IS VERY BORING SO I GON' SKIP AHEAD TO THE STUDIO.....
"DOGS! And Katie," Gustavo barked once they entered the studio. "Since Kendall is in rehab, and I have a band doing nothing, Griffin has declared I make a remix of your last album with a guest artist on certain songs."
"Who's going to be the guest singer?!" Everyone asked excitedly.
"I'm looking at her," Gustavo said, staring straight at Katie. |
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Episode 66: Dirty dancing ;)
"Katie I need a huge favor," James said tensely.
"What's going on?" Katie asked, sitting up right.
"Who is it?" Carlos muttered, having woken up because Katie was gone.
"The girl I was with took me out clubbing and I stayed sober but I had to drag her home and somehow drunk Annie stayed dry, but I.... wasn't so lucky."
"Where are you now?" Katie asked, much more alert.
"I'm almost to the elevator," James said.
"Cover yourself with anything you can and I'll meet you at the front door okay?" Katie said.
"Okay," James said. "I'll see you in a few." And they hung up. Katie went over to the dresser.
"What is going on?" Carlos asked again.
"Nothing," Katie said, brushing him off.
"That's not true," Carlos said, grabbing her hand. "Tell me."
"I can't," Katie said.
"Why not?!" Carlos asked, frustrated.
"If you had a secret I would keep it, wouldn't I?" Katie snapped. Carlos nodded. "Then let me give James that same level of respect. I'll be back up in a little bit, okay?"
"Alright," Carlos sighed, flopping back down on the bed. Katie grabbed some clothes for James, and ran downstairs right as he was walking in the front door.
"Hey," She said softly.
"Hey," James answered, not looking at Katie.
"You know I meant what I said last time, right?" Katie reminded James.
"Yeah.... I'm just worried what Annie's gonna do in the morning." James untied the jacket, and Katie gasped, both from pleasure and shock. The entire front of his pants were soaked with urine, and it smelled so amazing to Katie.
"God you know how to make a perve horny," Katie joked. James couldn't help but chuckle. "Humor me?"
"Why not?" James shrugged. Katie led him into the bathroom and closed the door.
"How full are you?" She asked him.
"Why don't you find out?" James said, completely getting into it. Katie sat James down on toilet, crawling on to his lap. James pressed his body up against her, and let loose. She was amazed his pants could hold so much moisture, but soon it started spreading all over her, and she was rather full, so she pressed her body up against James and let loose herself. They stayed like this for a while, until they both were empty, at which point Katie gasped from pleasure.
"Wow," James breathed. "Um...."
"Just hop in the shower and give me your clothes," Katie said. James did as he was told, and Katie left.
Episode 67: Seductive silence.
When Katie came back upstairs, James was sitting shirtless watching TV. His perfect body was breath taking, but as she was observing, he saw her.
"Oh hey," James said, patting the seat next to him. Katie slipped quietly into it.
"How are you feeling?" Katie asked.
"Embarrassed more than anything," James shrugged. "I just.... Why me? Why am I the one who has to have the lack of control? Aren't I SUPPOSED to have control?"
"James I've seen worse," Katie said. "My brother had no control over ANYTHING." James shuddered.
"Yeah, I guess that is worse," James said. He turned back to the TV.
"Whatchya watching?" Katie asked.
"Friends," James said. "It was the only good thing on." They both laughed at something.
"Um.... You won't tell anyone about what we did, right?" Katie asked.
"Never," James said. "But silence has a cost."
"How much?" Katie asked nervously.
"You," James said. Katie hesitantly crawled on top of James' lap, and looked him in the eye.
"...I'm nervous," She said.
"Don't worry," James said, tracing her face gently with his hand. "I'll be gentle and slow." Katie nodded, and layed her lips on top James'. He responded, tracing her lips with his tongue. She let him in, and she started grinding on his lap. She kissed down his shirtless body, and stopped at his pants.
"Go ahead," James panted. Katie nodded, and slid down his sweats, and saw how massive his erection was. "Hurry please," James begged. Katie slowly slid off his boxers, stroked his dick. Now, I won't go into details, but.... It was waaay more fun than Drunk Annie had been. ;)
THE NEXT MORNING............
"I have no more of an idea than you do Camille," Carlos said. They were both staring at a messy, sticky, Katie and James, who were both still naked.
"Go get me some clothes for them please!" Camille snapped. She thought her cousin was better than this. Carlos stomped up the stairs, and Camille slammed the bathroom door.
"What the heck!" Katie groaned. She looked around her, trying to remember... Then it all came back. James, peeing, sex... She looked down at herself, and she was stark naked under the blanket. So was James.
"James!" She whispered sharply. "James wake up!"
"Huh?" He looked at Katie, holding the blanket over her chest. "Shit, I guess those beers did get to me. Wait what?!" He was still half asleep so he started panicking, and feeling around himself. But then he noticed he was naked, and blushed.
"Am I really doing this?" He asked with an awkward smile.
"I'm not about to judge you," Katie said.
"Well, in that case, I'm safe," James said happily. Katie hugged him, letting the blanket slip.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" Carlos shouted. |
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Episode 68: Pancake party WOOT!
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" Carlos shouted. Katie froze. This wasn't happening. She didn't just cheat on Kendall and get caught. But yet it was all real, and she felt like a slut. James wrapped the entire blanket around her, knowing she needed it more.
"Here!" Carlos shouted, throwing some clothes at the two of them, and he stomped back upstairs.
"Bathroom's open," Camille said. Katie grabbed her clothes off the floor and ran in, locking the door, and burst into tears. What had she just done?! She just cheated on her boyfriend, got caught by her cousin and roommate, and worst of all, they found her NAKED! could her birthday be off to any worse of a start?
"Katie, open the door please," Camille asked. Katie unlocked the door. Camille waddled in. "James is upstairs. What happened last night?"
"Camille I cheated on Kendall!!" Katie sobbed. Camille was hesitant to hug her cousin seeing as she was still a little bit of a mess, but wrapped her arms around the sobbing little girl.
"Oh K," She said. ".....What was the reason? Lonliness? hormones? Anger?"
"My damn fetish!" Katie sobbed into Camille's belly.
Camille sighed, "Get dressed and we'll fix it later, okay?" Katie nodded.
UPSTAIRS.
"Dude I'm SORRY!" James said for the fiftieth time as he pulled on boxers. "If it makes you feel any better, I... I regret it too."
"No, it DOESN'T!" Carlos shouted. "I LIKE her! How could you sleep with her?!"
"Because she saved my ASS from the drunk I went out with last night waking up to me and her in a pissed bed!" James shouted. "I have pissed myself three different times and she's had my back every single one of them and I wanted her! I don't know why I did and it was probably a big mistake, and now thanks to me and you she's downstairs crying her eyes out! And you're not the only victim here! She just cheated on her boyfriend!"
"WHAT?!" Logan roared from behind the other two.
"As if I don't already feel bad enough!" James pouted as he zipped his jeans up.
"........Just.... We have stuff we have to do and we need her out of the house for most of the day, and one of you is gonna have to do it," Logan said.
"Well don't look at me!" Carlos shouted.
"James it is," Logan sighed. "Get her out of here, okay?" And with that he left.
"Yeah cuz she's TOTALLY gonna trust me!" James shouted.
MEANWHILE DOWNSTAIRS IN THE SHOWER.....
KATIE'S POV:
I had turned the water on and stepped in, trying to muffle my sobs. What the hell had I just done?! We didn't even use protection! What if I was carrying James' baby? What if Kendall found out?! I couldn't stand that thought, and picked up Carlos' pocket knife. I opened the shiny thing up and laid it down onto my arm, slicing open every old scar. I couldn't take the misery I was hiding internally anymore. I ran over every single one until at least a third of my forearm was bleeding. I stopped then, already clean, and turned the water off. I cleaned the knife before drying it and sticking it back into my jeans pocket before I bandaged myself up as inconspicuously as I could. I got myself dressed, and my hair done. I went back to Logan and Camille's room, grabbing my cutting bracelets that covered my arm easily before sliding a thin jacket on just to be safe, and went to fix myself food. I sat down at the table to eat it when James walked over...
END KATIE'S POV
Episode 69: This is what happens when you club excessively (AN: I apologize, this is a very bad one :P )
James finished getting ready for the day, then came bounding down the stairs. Katie was moping over a bowl of oatmeal that she didn't look like she was going to eat, so he decided to make his move.
"Hey," He said. Katie looked up, but then right back down.
"I... I enjoyed myself but-"
"Shh," James said. "Last night was exactly that, last night. So.... If you want, I mean, we can-"
"I just want to move on," Katie said. "I feel awful, and I never EVER want to talk about it ever again."
"Then it's erased," James said. "Come on, let's go to IHOP."
"Why?" Katie sighed.
"Cuz I want pancakes and I wanna enjoy them with someone and everyone else is pissed at me, so..." Katie sighed and grabbed her purse, shouting a general goodbye as James tugged her out the door.
IN THE LOBBY......
Katie was actually happy as they got off the elevator, finally thinking she'd enjoy this, until...
"JAMES MATHEW DIAMOND!!!" Drunk Annie screeched. Katie could smell the beer from where she was and that girl was DRUNK.
"James what the HELL were you thinking?!" Annie shouted, staggering over to James. "Did you just think you'd club with me, drag me home AGAINST MY WILL, refuse to sleep with me because I was, 'wasted', and then-"
"Annie please please PLEASE don't say anything I am BEGGING you," James pleaded, clamping his mouth over Annie's.
"No!" Annie shouted. "Hey everyone! Guess what?! Y'all should know that- GAH!" Katie tackled Annie and pinned her to the floor.
"Go get Lucy!" Katie grunted as she struggled to keep Annie down. James went to go get Lucy, but he ran in to her quite literally as she came around the corner.
"Um, hi, have you seen my cousin Annie?" she asked.
"Uh, that's what I kinda needed you for," James said, leading her over to the catfight between her cousin and Katie. Lucy's jaw dropped to the floor. |
Alright, ya got about two more updates and then it'll probably be a little while. But trust me, you're going to like what I have coming in the future. ;) OH! And I apologize for the... more sensitive stuff in the last topic. It came to me late one night. Anyways, here we go! :)
Episode 70: The REAL pancake party
Lucy's jaw dropped to the floor, and she immediately grabbed Annie's legs.
"Get her in the elevator," She directed Katie. Katie didn't argue and did what she was told, dragging the girl by her wrists. James pushed the button and they all piled in the elevator.
"LET ME GO!" Annie shouted once the doors to the elevator closed.
"I take it you met my cousin," Lucy said as the doors closed. "And her weakness is BEER."
"No! My weakness is when people make me mad and piss my bed!" Annie slurred. James held his breath.
"What is she talking about?" Lucy demanded.
"Nothing," Katie said smoothly. "It's the alchohol talking."
"No! James pissed my bed!" Annie insisted. Lucy looked at her niece, then at James, then at Katie.
"I'll deal with this later. YOU," she said to Annie, "BED." Annie stomped off when the doors opened, and Lucy followed her.
AT IHOP............
"James she's drunk," Katie assured him. "No one is going to take her seriously. If anything they'll think SHE did it because she was in too deep of a sleep. Trust me."
"I hope," James said, sipping on some soda. "But I mean..... Augh!"
"James you need to see a doctor," Katie said. "you've already had two sodas, and it isn't normal to be that thirsty and desperate all the time."
"I'll call when we're done," James sighed.
"No, now," Katie said, handing him her phone. He sighed and dialed.
"Hello? Yes, I need to make an appointment. I've been extremely thirsty even though I've been drinking, and as a result, been peeing excessively. ......Yes, I can come in then." The pancakes arrived then. "Alright, I'll see y'all then." James handed Katie back her phone.
"When are you going in?" She demanded.
"First thing on Monday," James sighed. "Where do you wanna head after this? We have all day."
"Hmm," Katie thought for a moment, but then decided. "How about the mall?"
"OH YEAH!" James agreed. "That sounds AWESOME!" Katie tittered, taking a bite of her hashbrowns. They finished eating and got back in the car. "Where to now?"
"Mall," Katie said, flipping through the radio stations until she found something Country.
"Oh I love this song!" She squealed. James rolled his eyes and sighed with a smile. He really felt awful for upsetting her, but she seemed so carefree, it was adorable.
"Alright, let's go get you something pretty to wear for tonight, Camille'd kill me if we didn't," He said, pulling in to a parking spot, extending his hand for Katie to take it.
Episode 71: Sparkles, dresses and heels, oh my!
James offered Katie his hand to hold.
"Let's go," She said, sliding out of the car. She felt for her knife in her pocket, sighing as she felt it, enjoying the twisted sense of security it brought. She came around to James, and they started walking.
"Where we headed first?" He asked.
"American Eagle," Katie answered eagerly. "I love that store."
"How come?" James inquired.
"They're one of the few stores in this shallow world that carries my size," Katie grumbled. "Shopping is something I rarely enjoy."
"Aw, well it's not gonna be so bad today, I'm not gonna let it," James declared. They wandered around until the found it, slowly stepping inside.
"Oh my god!" She squealed, running to the rack with dresses on it. "Come on, help me find this in an extra large." She tossed James one in a small, and he started sliding through them, finding one at the very back.
"Here," He said, pulling it out. Katie hugged it, before setting her sights on some tank tops. they went like that for a while before Katie went to try the clothes on.
"Wait there," She said before entering the room to change.
"What, do I get a fashion show or something?" he chuckled.
"Yes, because I need to know what looks good," She taunted, sliding off her jeans. She threw the little blue tank top dress over her head, pulling it down before looking at herself. It showed off her curves beautifully, but all she could see was her stomach, just barely protruding. It showed her chest off perfectly, but she was still a little burned, so she hated it. Tears formed in her eyes before she ripped it off, sliding her jeans back on. She needed a minute.
"Hey, you okay?" James asked softly.
"N-not really," Katie whispered. James sighed.
"Can you at least show me? Come on it can't look THAT bad." Katie took a deep breath, sliding the dress back on, opening the door, her head down. "It looks great!"
"No it doesn't," She mumbled. James made her look at him.
"Yes, it does," He said confidently. "Come on, tell me five reasons it doesn't."
"My stomach," She said. "It makes me look like a giant."
"Hmm," James eyed the dress objectively. "No, it doesn't, it shows off your curves in a really sexy way."
"And my thighs look huge," Katie argued.
"Mmm, wrong again, from what little you see it makes the rest of your legs look good," James countered. "You look GOOD, I promise." Katie nodded, smiling a little. "What else ya got?" Katie giggled and went back to her culmination of shirts. She came- well strutted- out in a flowing pink tank.
"Ya like?" She teased, twirling. James nodded. They went like that for about fifteen minutes.
"Well that was fun," Katie sighed, leaving to put things back.
"Hold up what are you doing?" James asked, taking the things he knew she loved.
"Um, putting things away," She said condescendingly. "I can't get them today."
"Uh, yeah, you can," James argued. "Please?" Katie was kinda shocked.
"Um, just one," She said, pulling her favorite out of the stack in her hand; the pink tank. She wasn't used to this.
"Good, that was my favorite," James smirked, going to buy the top. Katie sighed, checking her phone. It was only noon, they had plenty of time to kill. "Where to next?" James asked, coming back over. Katie thought for a minute.
"Rue 21?" She asked with a smile. |
I could depress you with the fact that updates are gonna be few and far between now, but I won't. :) Instead I'll excite you by telling you I'm putting FOUR chapters in this update! :D enjoy.
Episode 72: Super secret sexy punishments. ;3
"Rue 21?" Katie asked shyly. James nodded, leading the way.
"So, what are you gonna wear to the party tonight?" James asked, realizing too late what had come out of his mouth.
"The WHAT?! I told you guys no party!" Katie whined.
"Ah ah ah, you also promised Kendall you'd do SOMETHING," James reminded. Katie sighed, trapped.
"And you knew about this the whole time?!" She demanded. James hesitantly nodded. "You're gonna pay for that later."
"Oh please I'm a grown man," James taunted.
"We'll just see," Katie said, strutting in to the store. She immediately went to the dresses, knowing the clothes here looked better on her.
"Hey what about this?" James asked, holding up a teeny neon pink bikini that said "hot stuff" on the back.
"Oh you'd look great in that!" Katie said confidently. "I mean I'D never wear anything like that, but you go right ahead." James put the thing back, annoyed, while Katie picked up a shirt. "What do you think of this?"
"I still say you should wear the bikini," James said in a sing-song voice. Katie rolled her eyes, picking up a few more things before going to try them on.
"So what am I in for this time?" James asked hesitantly, waiting for Katie to emerge.
"Just wait and find out," She answered, throwing a spotless white dress over her head. She emerged, beaming. "What do you think?"
"I think I should keep my mouth shut because you'll slap me if I say what I'm thinking," James said, drooling. Katie smirked before changing into her next selection. James just about went insane at how hot this little girl looked.
"Alright, punishment time," Katie said with a smirk as they left with her haul. James groaned, wondering how bad it could really be. When Katie stopped again, it was in front of every teenage boys nightmare; Victoria's secret.
Episode 73: Lacy, floral, with a wild side. xD
"Come on now," Katie said, literally dragging James in.
"Why do you hate me?" He moaned.
"Oh grow up," Katie muttered. "Consider it penance for that little bikini joke." James sighed as an older woman with a flat chest came over to help.
"Ah, what can I do for you two?" She asked.
"I'm looking for something to amuse my boyfriend, but every time I get something in my size it never fits," Katie explained. The woman smiled at James.
"Here to help her pick eh?" She said, clearly thinking James was her boyfriend.
"Oh no this is his best friend," Katie quickly explained. "We... made a bet."
"Oh, okay then, let me just measure you real quick," She said, wrapping her tape measure around Katie's ribs. "Alright, I think a double D should do the trick, come with me. Now what kind of bra were you looking for?"
"Something that doesn't push, but really flirty, maybe some lace?" Katie explained.
"Ah, here we go," the woman said. "Everything that would fit you would be here, have fun and let me know if you need anything else." James glared at Katie.
"Oh shut up and help me pick," Katie sighed. "Now zebra and lace, or cheetah?"
"Zebra," James said. "Although I think you'd look better in a floral lacy thing." Katie turned around, a little shocked.
"And you'd know this because...?"
James shrugged. "You just look better in floral in whatever you wear," He answered. Katie blushed.
"Okay penance served, let's get out of here," She whispered, trying to tug James along.
"Ah ah ah, you need something to surprise him with when he gets back," James taunted. Katie ducked her head in slight embarrassment. She couldn't believe that she was underwear shopping with JAMES, and he was enjoying it.
"Fine, but YOU have to judge," She grumbled, grabbing a few bras and some matching panties. She had someone find her a dressing room and shoved James inside. He politely turned around as Katie undressed. "Alright, what about this one?" She asked. James turned around to see a navy bra with intricate hearts on the cups, a teeny bit of lace at the top of it.
"Hmm, too girly," He judged, turning back around. It was then his bladder suddenly made itself known. Katie slipped the current bra off, trading it for a bright red with black lace on the bottom.
"How's this?" Katie asked. James turned around.
"I-it's good," He stuttered, trying to control his body by squirming. "Um, do you mind finishing up or can I leave?"
"Go ahead, I'll meet you in the food court," Katie said softly, noticing James tensing. James breathed a sigh of relief, shouting a thanks as he darted out of the changing room. Katie sighed, worried about him. She tried a few more things on before settling on a bra and some more exotic panties. She went to pay, remembering she had Gustavo's credit card as a present from them, and left to the food court to find James, hoping he had made it. She looked around a little when he phone went off. It was a text from James.
Episode 74: Foooood. :P
Katie opened the text.
Hey, I made it. Just gimme a few minutes.
Katie let out a sigh of relief, texting back. K. little TMI there, but I'll be waiting by Chinese food. She sat down at a table, waiting patiently.
"Alrighty, James is back, let the party begin!" He shouted to announce his presence.
"Chill there bronco," Katie giggled. "What do you wanna do now? It's almost one thirty."
"Well I dunno about you but I'm STARVING," James said, pretending to fall into the chair out of weakness.
"Well we should fix that then," Katie tittered. "What do you want?"
"Chinese!" James answered. "It's calling to me." Katie laughed, going up to order her food, James following behind her. They paid for it and sat back down at their previous table. "So where are we going after this? I say forever 21."
"Nooo," Katie whined. "I hate that store."
"Why? They have some really hot stuff in there," James countered.
"They never carry anything in my size," Katie whispered, fiddling with her rice unhappily.
"Okay then, how about the book store?" Katie perked up, nodding eagerly. James chuckled. She was so cute. They finished, James grabbing an extra large Coke before they left.
"That's gonna go straight through you," she warned. James just shrugged, leading the way, enjoying the huge smile that crossed Katie's face when she entered.
"Where to first?" He asked.
"Graphic novels!" Katie answered softly, finding them right next to the magazines. She skimmed the titles, finding her series quickly, opening the book and reading the intro.
"I'll be at the magazines," James said, going over and grabbing a copy of Men's fashion monthly. Katie giggled, hugging the book she had to her chest before going over to the young adult section to see if anything would catch her eye. For once something did; A novel about a girl who ran a secret blog about her life, and the adventures she encountered. She opened it up and began to read it, deciding on it then and there. She grabbed a package of pencils before going back to James.
"Ready!" She squeaked. James nodded, following her to the register. "Where to next? You pick."
"Hmm," James thought for a minute. "Hot topic?" Katie nodded, following next to James. He had drained his cup by the time they arrived, making Katie nervous.
"Alright, you lead the way," She said quietly. James smiled, marching ahead, knowing exactly what he wanted and where it was.
"Anything catch your eye?" He asked, skimming over the shirts. Katie shook her head, her mind wandering. James got what he wanted and he went back over to Katie. "We need to find you something to wear tonight."
"Ugh, is there any way I could get out of that?" Katie groaned.
"Nope, and Camille would be crushed if you didn't go, she's been working on it for weeks," James said.
"Fine," Katie grumbled. "Is it at least something I'll enjoy?"
"Oh yeah," James said, tugging Katie along. "But that's ALL I'm saying." Katie sighed.
"Where are we even going?" Katie asked.
Episode 75: Ker-sploosh!
"You'll see," James said with a wink. He finally stopped in front of Penny's. "Alright, let the party-outfit hunting begin!" Katie groaned as she walked in.
"How formal is this outfit gonna have to be?" She asked.
"Not formal in the least, just something to have fun in," James said.
"Well then why can't I just wear some jeans and my favorite T-shirt?" Katie whined.
"Because then I wouldn't have an excuse to keep you here while they get ready for everything," James reasoned, the coke now nagging at his bladder.
"Ugh. Alright, how about this?" She held up a top with big navy and fuschia stripes, it was too long for a top but too short for a dress.
"I like it," James said, squirming a little. Katie didn't notice and went on to find some jeans. "H-hey, do you think we'll be done soon?"
"Maybe, I just gotta find the right size jeans," Katie said, looking at the size/style guide for the third time. "Why?"
"No reason," James said, still squirming. Katie saw him dancing out of the corner of her eye but elected not to bring it up, thinking he'd just leave since they were in a department store. James did leave as she found a few pairs, but came back too quickly.
"Ya know what I have some jeans at home," Katie said, knowing how quickly things were going to escalate. She knew how bad it ended when caffiene came in to the picture with someone who always had to pee. James nodded, still dancing in place, trying not to grab at his crotch as much as he knew it would help. "Come on." Katie payed for the top and tugged James out of the store, sighing in frustration. The closest bathroom was Macy's, and she didn't think James could make it that far.
"We gotta get to Macy's bud," she said, quickly taking his hand as they made a sort of dash. James gasped and stopped about half-way; he had started, and it took everything for him to be able to stop, and not without a huge spot on the front of his jeans. He grabbed himself, afraid to move for fear of losing it all.
"James we have to keep going," Katie whispered, tying her jacket around his waist.
"I-I don't think I can make it," He said, tears in his eyes.
"We have to try at least, there are less people in there anyways," Katie pleaded. She knew it was going to happen, but she had to try and conceal him as much as possible.
"I can't do it," James choked out. Katie looked around; there wasn't much option. before she could even make a move though, James began to sob; he'd lost it. His jeans instantly flooded with warmth, the huge mark spreading from the front of his jeans straight down his legs, ending in a huge puddle by his feet. When his river ran dry he looked up at Katie. "Help." |
I feel as though the last chapter disappointed in some way. :( I admit these probably weren't the best ideas, but I came up with them during a REALLY dark period in my life and I'm too lazy to go back and change it because if we get through NOW it will help with things LATER, so just bear with me. Actually you can keep reading or wait until I get to chapter 87, but I'd really like it if you kept reading! :) Oh hell the next three chapters- well, I'm not gonna waste MORE time talking up here, and to conserve update/sucky chapter time, MULTIPLE CHAPTERS IN THIS UPDATE!!! :grin:
Episode 84: GI go
When four o'clock finally rolled around, James was in a room and Carlos had left to go get things for the night, removing all sharp objects from the room and telling the nurse to keep an eye on Katie, who just sat and watched James.
"James you've gotta come out of this bud," She whispered, curled up against his limp, sleeping body. "You're the big brother I didn't have. The brother I've been missing. You're my brother. Carlos is right, you guys are the family I haven't had for so long. And if I lose my brother, what am I gonna do?"
"Katie, you doing alright?" The nurse suddenly asked.
"Yeah, fine Mary," Katie whimpered. She nodded, checking James' vitals again; heart rate, temperature, blood pressure.
"He's doing better, the doctor'll be here in half an hour to check his blood sugar," nurse Mary said. "Do you mind showing me your arms?" Katie nodded, unwrapping the bandage. "Let it air for a while, it's gonna get an infection if you keep it wrapped up."
"Thanks," Katie mumbled. "Do you think he'll be up soon?"
"Depends on his blood sugar," Mary said. "I've got to go, come find me if you need something, okay?" Katie nodded, curling back up against James. Mary left, leaving Katie to her own devices. She pulled out her phone, and started the song Kendall had made for her, falling asleep until her phone started ringing.
"Hello?" Katie answered.
"What the hell is going on?!" Logan shouted.
episode 85: Flash
"What the hell is going on?!" Logan shouted in panic.
"Logan calm down I'm still really scared!" Katie cried, leaving the room and sobbing. "I'm at the hospital with James!"
"What.... what the hell is going on?" Logan asked, much more calm.
"We went to the pool this morning and he passed out and he's got diabetes and he's in a coma and he hasn't woken up!!" Katie said, sobbing uncontrollably at this point.
"Shh, I'm sorry for yelling K," Logan said. "Are you there by yourself?"
"Y-yeah, Carlos said he was gonna go get some stuff from the apartment," Katie sniffled. "Is Camille there?"
"Yeah, right here kiddo," she said. "Whatchya need?"
"Sissy I'm scared! I don't know what to do!" Katie said, starting to sob again.
"Shh, breathe Katie, Breathe. Carlos just left, and we're gonna come down too, okay?"
"O-okay sissy," Katie whimpered.
"Do you need me to bring anything with me?" Camille asked.
"Perry?" Katie sniffled.
"Got it," Camille said, grabbing the stuffed toy. "We'll be there in about thirty minutes, are you gonna be okay?"
"Y-yeah, the nurse is keeping an eye on me," Katie mumbled.
"Alright, we're coming, just hang tight, okay?" Camille said.
"Ok, love you sissy," Katie sniffled.
"Love you too Kiddo," Camille said, before she hung up. Katie looked at her phone for a few minutes before a voice called to her.
"Excuse me miss?"
Episode 86: Brownie bites for thought.
"Excuse me miss?" A voice said from above Katie. She looked up to see a man with a stethoscope around his neck. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah," Katie said, standing up and wiping her eyes. "Are you the doctor?"
"Yes ma'am, are you James' sister?" He asked.
"K-kinda," Katie said, following the man in to James' room. "You here to check his blood sugar?"
"Yep," Doc said. "They told me you had started CPR on him once he passed out. That was very smart and brave."
"I just acted on instincts," Katie mumbled. "I don't feel like this big brave hero everyone keeps telling me I am."
"It's okay if you don't feel like one," The doctor said. "Just know that you are. And it looks like James' blood sugar is almost down to five hundred. he should be waking up soon."
"O-okay," Katie mumbled, tears back in her eyes.
"Trust me miss, he'll be just fine," The doctor said. "I'll be back in the morning." Katie nodded, curling back up against James. She got a text then; It was from Carlos.
Grabbing dinner and starbucks, want anything? He asked.
Yeah, nuggets with ranch? Katie asked
Got it, anything from Sbux?
soy cinnamon dolce latte iced please
Got it be there soon Carlos said. Katie set her phone down before it started ringing.
"What?" She grumbled at the person on the other line.
"Um, it's just me," Lucy said. "Annie is getting her stomach pumped and my aunt is here with her, so I thought I'd leave them to figure things out and come up."
"Oh, okay then," Katie said, telling her where the room was.
Lucy was up in a matter of minutes. "Any change?" She asked.
Katie shrugged. "His blood sugar is down to five hundred," she mumbled. Lucy nodded, Curling up on the other side of James.
"So... how long has he been wetting the bed?"
Episode 87: Bio.
"So how long has he been wetting the bed?" Lucy asked.
"How did you find out?" Katie asked.
"He kinda inadvertently told me last night," Lucy explained. "He denied everything when I asked why Annie's sheets were wet."
"Oh. It's been happening for a couple of weeks now," Katie answered. "How is Annie?"
"She's getting her stomach pumped and then she's going back home with my aunt to discuss where she is going to rehab," Lucy grumbled. "I don't hate her, we used to be really good friends."
"What happened?" Katie asked.
"Well, My aunt and her husband divorced when Annie was thirteen, and her friend's sister gave her a beer. She got drunk, forgot all her problems, and got hooked," Lucy sighed. "My aunt sent her to me to try and straighten her out, but you can see how well THAT'S gone. What about you and Camille? Have you always gotten along?"
"Hey Lucy!" Carlos said from the door, Camille and Logan following behind him. "Any change?"
"No, just lower blood sugar," Katie mumbled, sitting up. "So how'd it go with the adoptive parents Sissy?"
"Really well," Camille answered evenly. "I think they're the right fit for Junior here."
"Good," Katie said, smiling weakly. Carlos handed Katie her food, everyone watching her idly to make sure she ate.
"Here," Carlos said once she was finished. "I got you something." Katie hesitantly opened the little bag from Starbucks, smiling at what was inside; a brownie, the very first thing Camille ever made for her.
"Katie, you never did answer my question," Lucy said softly. "Have you and Camille always gotten along?" Katie looked up at Lucy.
"We.... We're not actually blood relatives," Katie answered. "It's... it's kind of a long story."
"I have time," Lucy said.
"Well...."
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So I've decided against a marathon update. Instead, I'll just post the two i have. :) I think you'll really like em so enjoy! :D
Episode 101: Big and little
"James, what happened?" Katie asked.
"Accident," Camille mouthed. Katie looked at the clock and winced, coming over.
"James look at me," She said softly. "Lucy's gonna be here soon. I'll take care of the couch, go change and you need to put a pull-up on."
"But what about Lucy?" James cried.
"James which is worse? A pull up and no accident, or no pull-up and an accident on the date?" Katie asked. James was about to answer when there was a knock at the door.
"Just a minute!" Camille called.
"Go, I'll take care of this," Katie whispered. James nodded, running upstairs. Camille threw a blanket over the spot on the couch while Katie got the door.
"Hey Katie!" Lucy said, hugging the girl. "Oh my gosh is this okay?" Katie looked her over, it was the first time she'd ever seen Lucy in a dress.
"You look fabulous," Katie said.
"Thanks! So um, where's James?" Lucy asked, briefly glancing around.
"Oh, you know James," Katie said nervously.
"Yeahh so where is he?" lucy asked again. "Is that water running?"
"No," Katie whispered.
"You're nice, but honey you can't lie," Lucy said. "What's going on?"
"He'd kill us if we said anything," Camille said from the sofa.
"He took off the pull-up, didn't he?" Lucy asked. Katie nodded, feeling awful for confessing. "Did I ever tell you I was into AB/DL?"
"What's that?" Camille asked warily.
"Adult baby and diaper lovers," Lucy and Katie answered together, blinking at each other in surprise.
"How do you-"
"I have my own kinks and it can involve that at times," Katie said, blushing and going to the kitchen to get a drink. "The doctor said his kidneys took a good beating, and that his bladder was gonna be really weak for a while."
"How long?" Lucy asked.
"Anywhere from a few days to a couple of months, and that's assuming it goes away," Katie explained. "He barely went along with the pull-up idea, but maybe you can help?"
"H-hey Lucy," James said nervously, a noticeable bulge in his jeans from the pull-up.
"Hey Jamie," Lucy said sweetly, pretending not to notice. "You okay?"
"Y-yeah, just uh, had to do my hair," He joked nervously.
"Whyyyy don't you two take it easy and head up to the apartment?" Katie offered. "You are in no position to be going out mister."
"Aww, Katie," James whined.
"I-I think it's a sweet idea," Lucy said softly. "Watch movies, snuggle..."
"I'll order pizza!" James said. "Can I have the apartment key Katie?" She tossed it to him, also giving him money for pizza.
"Don't touch anything in my room!" Camille said as the door closed. She then turned to Katie. "So how was work?" That was all it took, and Katie came running over, sobbing into Camille's chest and belly.
Episode 102: Teddy bear(s)
"So How was work?" Camille asked. That was all it took and Katie came running and buried her face in Camille's chest and belly. "Shh, it's okay, what happened? I promise you it isn't that bad."
"That's just it Camille, I don't know whether it all is or not!" Katie cried. "A lot happened today."
"Like what?" Camille asked. Katie looked up at her, and explained everything; Kendall calling, Gustavo's offer, the relapse, the hospital, everything she'd been holding in since Kendall left. "And if I go he'll see my arm and what then? He'll blame himself and he'll never leave!"
"Shh, Katie I think you're over-thinking all of this," Camille said calmly. "Do you want to see Kendall?" Katie nodded. "Then go see him. I think it would do you a lot of good to see him, healthy and strong. And do you want to be a singer?"
"I-I-I dunno sissy, that's just it," Katie said. "If I do I can't be a writer then!"
"No said you have to give up writing, and none of us want you to," Camille said, stroking the girl's hair. "If anything, it would give you the ability to kick-start a writing career. Just let it go and we'll talk with Carlos later, okay?"
Katie nodded. "Speaking of which where is he?"
"He left with Logan and neither of them would tell me where they were going, only that James was my man servant until you got home," Camille sighed, making Katie giggle. "How about we order pizza for just the two of us, eh?" Katie nodded.
MEANWHILE ACROSS TOWN........
"Kendall said that one is too shiny," Carlos sighed as he read his phone.
"He's had a complaint about every ring we've looked at!" Logan exclaimed. They'd been ring hunting all afternoon. "He should just wait until he gets out."
"You KNOW he relapsed, which I don't even understand considering he's at a rehab center," Carlos sighed. "I dunno, maybe I should just go out with her later this week."
"And you think she's gonna buy that it's 'Just looking?'" Logan asked as they left.
"Leave that up to me!" Carlos said happily. "Now let's go home, Camille's probably dying to see you."
"No, she hates me," Logan said, exhaustion talking to his self-conscious side.
"No she doesn't and you know that," Carlos said seriously. "Come on, go home, eat, and Katie and I will help you with Cami all night long tonight."
"But you gotta look after James too," Logan sniffled, getting in the car.
"He's taken care of now sleep," Carlos said, starting the drive back to the Palmwoods.
MEANWHILE IN APARTMENT 4J...
"Isn't this nice?" Lucy asked, her head on his tummy, not realizing the predicament James was in.
"Y-yep!" He said, trying to hide the fact he was about to burst.
"What's wrong?" Lucy asked. "And don't say nothing because I know that's a lie."
"U-um I need to-" James squeaked and stopped then, his bladder releasing into the pull-up, only making the weird bulge in his pants grow. "I-I'm sorry," He whimpered, squeezing his eyes closed.
"You wet your pull-up didn't you?" Lucy asked softly.
James nodded. "How did you know?"
"Well for one it's been crinkling all night," Lucy giggled. "But um.... I-I've been into Adult Baby and Diaper Lovers for a looong time, and I knew when you walked downstairs that you were in one. But um.. why?"
"The doctor said that my kidneys were really affected by my diabetes so my bladder would be weak for a while," James explained. "He said it could last anywhere from a couple of days to months, and that's if it ever goes away. I could be stuck in this stupid diaper forever Luce!"
"Shh, Jamie it's okay," Lucy cooed, running her fingers through James' hair. "I think you look adorable in it. and so what if you'll never be back to the way it was? I.... I wouldn't mind if that happened, cuz I think you'd make a good baby."
"Really?" James sniffled. Lucy nodded and blushed.
"You probably think I'm a freak," She mumbled.
"Hey, I like feet, Katie thinks it's hot when I have an accident, and who KNOWS what Camille and Logan have done," James said. "To each their own. You think I'd make a good baby?"
Lucy nodded. "I actually have some diapers that should fit you if you want," She offered. "Do you want to?" |
Okay, so, to be completely honest... I'm not sure if I'm gonna continue to publish this story on this site. And it's anything any of you have done. It's just that certain people don't know how to respect boundaries that have been clearly set and they know who they are and I don't exactly care if I get yelled at for this because that person has already ruined half of my virtual life anyways and all of my life on here. I'm not sure yet what I'm gonna do about this story as it's about the only thing tethering me. I've already started publishing it on a site of my own design and I'd be happy to direct you if you are interested. But here's at least two more chapters for you. I'll make an update when I reach a decision. And these next two chapters aren't my greatest, but they felt really good to write because they were, again, VERY LOOSELY based on reality and a daydream I had once.
Episode 116: little pink lies
(AN: I know this is a weird way to start but again, loosely based on reality.)
CAMILLE'S POV:
"I promise we'll keep her safe," Logan whispered to me as he hugged me. He lead them out the door and I waited until it closed before I burst in to tears.
"Shh, you said you'd get a restraining order," Lucy said, hugging me.
"But who knows how long that'll take and shes' not safe with him hanging around!" I sobbed. "You don't know what he did to her! I don't even know what all he did to her!"
"Shh, Camille breathe," Lucy said, rubbing my back. I hadn't even realized I was hyperventilating. "Camille we CAN keep her safe. ALL of us. We just have to be on our toes. We can't leave her alone at ALL. Carlos can go with her to the studio, and I can escort her around the Palmwoods, and any other time she's either here with you or with Carlos."
"But what about this weekend?" I asked hoarsely.
".....I'll take her," Lucy said. "She trusts me, and I fend off bitches too. Carlos just has to look after James for me."
I nodded slowly, sitting up and wiping my eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to freak out, but..."
"She's like your sister, I get it," Lucy said. "I was that way with Annie."
END CAMILLE'S POV, AND MEANWHILE, ON A HIGHWAY ACROSS TOWN CAUGHT IN SOME TRAFFIC.......
(AN: We're gonna go with what's at the Six Flags in Texas if I use ANYTHING that's actually at Six Flags, because that's the only one I've ever been to. But I'll probably take creative license most of the time. Carry on! :)
"Dude and The Batman!" Carlos said.
"I know man, we've GOT to get on all of them!" James said, squirming a little in his seat. Katie, sitting where she could see him, caught it instantly and pulled out her phone and started typing, showing the final result to Carlos; he nodded, getting off at the first exit.
"Dude, we're not even half way to the park," Logan said.
"I need gas and K forgot her water bottle," Carlos said easily. Logan sighed, playing along even though he'd filled up the tank that morning. Carlos chewed his lip and parked the car in front of the convenience store.
"Come with me James?" Katie asked.
He nodded, rushing out of the car and in to the store with her. "How did you know?"
"Nevermind that," she said, spotting a bathroom at the back corner of the store. "They're in the back now go."
MEANWHILE IN THE CAR....
"Carlos I filled up the tank this morning," Logan said. "And if I'm correct that pink thing in the side of your backpack is Katie's water bottle, is it not?"
"Um..." was all Carlos could manage to get out.
"You could have told me the truth, I knew he had to pee," Logan said.
"He get's really self-conscious about it though," Carlos said. "It's just easier if I make an excuse or distraction and Katie takes him."
Logan nodded as the other two came back to the car. "We good?" he asked them, getting a nod from Katie and James.
"Then lez go!" Carlos said, pulling out of the parking lot.
Episode 117: Shaky.
WHEN THEY REACHED SIX FLAGS:
Katie, Carlos, James and Logan grabbed a park map and started to plan out their day of adventures.
"I HAVE to ride the Tower of power," James declared.
"Three words: Turn-uh-round!" Carlos added.
Katie and Logan looked at each other, then said together, "We don't like thrill rides." Carlos and James both stared at them as if they were crazy.
"WHAT?!"
"I got on one when I was really little and it scared the crap out of me," Katie shrugged.
"Wait Camille said you got on one again at fourteen," Logan remembered.
"Only to avoid a dream I had from coming true because of a stupid promise I made a friend," Katie answered.
"Well.... There aren't JUST thrill rides here," Carlos said, examining the map again. James pouted.
"I wanna ride thrill rides!" He whined.
"Oh shut up James you two can go get your adrenaline rush, I'm just not gonna join you," Katie reasoned.
"Wait, Logan didn't you get on the scream back in Minnesota?" James said, instantly regretting saying it because he remembered the same time Logan did what happened afterwards.
"Yeah and I pissed myself too I got so scared," Logan mumbled, embarrassed.
"Okay!" Carlos shouted. "Perfectly balanced, enjoyable day planned! Now follow meeee!" Carlos said, running off. Katie giggled, seeing he was headed the wrong way.
"So what did the doctor say the other day?" Katie asked as she fell in step with Logan.
"Baby's doing good," He said softly. "He's definitely a boy. He would have been my boy. Maybe an athlete." Katie saw how much he didn't want this adoption. "But it's not the right time."
"Hey, you have as much right to be as upset as she does," Katie said, wrapping her arm around Logan. "You don't know how many times I catch Camille crying looking at those sonogram photos. She doesn't want to give him up either."
"Then why are we if we both don't want this?" Logan mused.
"Because you know it's what's best for him," Katie said before stopping. "Hey wait a second where'd Carlos run off to?"
Logan sighed. "Let me call him," He muttered, dialing. "DUDE! WHAT?! Yeah, we're coming!" Logan pressed the end button and shoved his phone back in his pocket. "They somehow ended up on the other side of the park, come on." Katie jogged behind Logan, who was surprisingly fit for a nerd. When they finally reached James and Carlos, all four of them were dripping with sweat.
"How did you lose sight of us?!" Carlos grumbled.
"Well if you hadn't been going the wrong way MAYBE we wouldn't have gotten separated!" Logan shouted. Katie was so incredibly hot, and James noticed her swaying, and walked over to her.
"You okay?" He asked, noticing how heavy her breathing was. She shook her head no, and fell on top of James. "CARLOS!" |
Y'all are seriously the best readers. :') I'm nowhere NEAR as far along there as I am here, but I'm currently publishing at omoforall.freeforums.net Feel free to check it out. :) I'm so glad I decided to share this story. I love you guys and I'll see you soon! And here's three more chapters.
Episode 118: Drip drop.
"CARLOS!" James shouted, a firm grip on Katie. Carlos looked up and his eyes widened.
"Katie what's wrong?" He asked.
"What do you think is wrong?!" Logan shouted sarcastically.
"I'm.. So.. hot," Katie choked out. James leaned the sweaty girl onto his best friend.
"I saw a cafe down the hill that was shaded," James explained.
"She needs water," Logan added. Carlos checked the backpack, but her water bottle hadn't been filled.
"You think you can walk?" Carlos asked.
"No," Katie said, getting sleepy.
Carlos picked her up. "Come on, let's go get you feeling better," Carlos said, carrying her down the hill. He found the place James was talking about and set the girl down at a table. "Wait here okay?"
"Okay," Katie said, not really intending on going anywhere else, except maybe to sleep. Carlos left and came back with a gigantic cup of water in his hand.
"Drink," he ordered gently. Katie slowly sipped at it, her cheeks becoming a little less red by the time she was half-way through.
"I'm sorry," Katie said finally.
"For what?" Carlos asked, thoroughly confused. "You didn't do anything. Logan walks freakishly fast is all."
"Yeah," Katie said, sipping at the drink again. Carlos made her look at him.
"ANYONE could have gotten dehydrated," He clarified. "It HAPPENS. I'm just glad you're okay."
"I'm supposed to drink a lot generally but even more on hot days," Katie admitted sheepishly. Carlos nodded, taking the cup to refill it when Katie emptied it. "You feel ready to go back to the others?"
"Not really," Katie said, though more from embarrassment than weakness. Carlos shrugged, happy to do whatever kept Katie happy. Even a sweaty disheveled mess, he still couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He knew how wrong this crush was, yet he couldn't help but fall. "Why are you looking at me?" Katie finally asked.
"Just trying to make sure you're okay," Carlos shrugged, blushing a little himself. Katie sighed, draining her cup a second time. Carlos filled it again and brought it back.
"Alright, let's go see where the other two ran off to," Katie said, finally standing up. She stretched a little, before Carlos placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Promise me something?" He asked. Katie slowly nodded. "Promise me you will tell me if you need anything. And I mean ANYTHING. Whether it's as simple as more water, or as extravagant as winning you the fluffiest unicorn at some booth. I need my buddy around, okay?" Katie smiled and nodded, and Carlos slung his arm around her. "Good. Now let's go find something for all of us to do together." Katie smiled at that thought.
BACK BY THE THRILL RIDE:
"There!" Logan shouted, spotting Katie and Carlos walking back up to them. Logan and James ran down and swallowed the small girl up inside a group hug.
"Okay I do need oxygen ya know," She joked. The two boys let her go.
"Sorry," James said. "Just, ya know, worried." Katie smiled, happy to be worried about. "Where to now Carlitos?"
"Well... According to the map..." Katie looked at the thing In Carlos' hands and realized he had no idea whatsoever as to what he was doing.
"Why don't I have a look?" Katie suggested. Carlos handed the map and explained where he wanted to go. Katie examined the intricate maze of paths and figured out the best way to go. "Alright, you hold on to this, and follow me," she instructed. Carlos followed close at her side, James and Logan at the back. After a short walk they all arrived at their intended destination; The Lolly-Pop.
Episode 119: fun in the sun (?)
(AN: I know the title sucks, but this one is actually kinda cute. :P)
After a short walk they all arrived at their intended destination; The Lolly-Pop.
"Duuuude why are we riding this little thing?" James whined. Katie bit her lip. She didn't want to upset James, but this thing actually looked like something fun, but at the same time not terrifying. Logan whapped James on the back of the head, making Katie and Carlos giggle. James stuck his tongue out but didn't argue, seeing how this little ride was something both Logan AND Katie were actually willing to get on. Katie kept drinking, still really thirsty. She knew this would probably come back to bite her, but she didn't want to freak everyone out again.
"You okay?" Carlos asked her suddenly. She realized she had been locked in her head for the duration of their line time.
"Yeah, just... thinking," Katie said.
"Whatchya thinking about?" Carlos asked, worrying again.
"About Kendall, Camille, how I need to revive my blog," Katie shrugged.
"Oh yeah! Man you haven't posted on THERE in forever," Carlos chuckled. "I could help ya if you wanted."
"Yeah, that would be fun," Katie said. "Maybe you could even become co-owner."
"Hah, THAT would be interesting," Carlos laughed. "I can see it, a blog about cupcakes and hockey." Katie burst out laughing with Carlos at that thought.
"Alright what are you two so amused with?" Logan asked with a small smile.
"Oh, nothing, just cupcakes," Katie giggled.
"And Hockey," Carlos chimed in, making the two burst into laughter again. Logan shook his head.
"You two better watch it or people might think you're a couple," James said. Katie instantly stopped laughing, pulling away from Carlos.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Carlos asked.
"I already cheated once, I don't need it looking like I'm doing it again," Katie whispered. Carlos pulled her in to a hug.
"This is just what best friends do," he whispered back. Katie smiled, hugging Carlos. He always knew what to say. "Now SMILE. I don't wanna see any frowns on your face, got it?" Katie nodded, beaming. They finally reached the front of the line.
BLEH. THEY HAD FUN, AFTER:
"Okay wow, that WAS fun," James chuckled. Katie and Carlos had their arms slung around each other, both laughing their heads off. James rolled his eyes and smiled, they looked like two little kids.
"Where to now?" James asked.
"Hold on, lemme check," Carlos said, conferring with Katie as to where he wanted to head next. She examined the map carefully before folding it back up and leading the group towards where they needed to go, sipping at her water.
"Empty yet?" Carlos asked, noticing how frequently the girl was drinking.
"Not yet," katie mumbled, blushing.
"Hey, no blushing, please?" Carlos said, giving her the puppy eyes.
"How can I say no to you like that?" Katie giggled. Carlos smiled. "You're adorable, you know?"
"Yeah," Carlos said. They arrived at their next destination then. "You gonna come?" Carlos asked, looking at the mammoth of a coaster. Katie shook her head violently, her ponytail smacking her face. "Okay then. Come on James," Carlos said, getting in the line. Katie and Logan wandered around aimlessly.
"So... you feel better now?" Logan finally asked.
"Yeah, just got too hot," Katie said. "I'm sorry I made you worry."
"It's fine, I enjoy worrying about someone else for once," Logan chuckled, rather awkwardly. Katie smiled.
"Camille is really lucky to have you ya know," She said, trying to build Logan up. "If there were anyone to put her in this mess, at least she has someone with a level-head."
Logan blushed. "Thanks."
Carlos and James bounced back over to them.
"THAT WAS FREAKIN AWESOME!" They shouted.
"Good, glad you enjoyed it," Katie giggled. Carlos looked at her and smiled. "Where do you guys wanna go next?" As if on cue, Logan's stomach growled.
"Fooood," Logan said. They all agreed, Katie's cup empty anyways. They all followed Carlos, because for once he knew where he was going, and each went to find food.
"Hmm, whaddya want?" Carlos asked Katie, his arm still slung over her shoulder protectively.
"I dunno," Katie said, blushing at the looks people were giving her and Carlos. "pizza?"
"OOOOHH! Yeah that sounds goood, course, I want a corn dog," Carlos babbled. Katie giggled, just making Carlos smile wider. He ordered their food and paid for it, handing Katie her cup back. "Go find James and Logan and I'll meet you there." Katie nodded, skipping off to find her friends. Carlos watched her, drooling slightly, but quickly snapped himself out of it. She was KENDALL'S girlfriend. Not his.
MEANWHILE....
"Dude, she's FINE," James kept trying to convince Logan.
"But what if she isn't?" Logan argued.
"Then Lucy will take care of it," James countered.
"What's going on?" Katie asked, sitting down.
"Logan is convinced that he needs to go back home to Camille," James explained.
"Dude she's fine," Katie said, once again sipping. "And besides, if it's an emergency, Lucy'll call. RELAX."
"Yeah, but I just-"
"No butts," James and Katie argued. Carlos sat down then.
"What'd i miss?" He asked, passing Katie her nuggets.
"Logan wants to go home and check on Camille," Katie informed him, biting into her pizza.
"What?! Dude she's fine!" Carlos argued.
"Yeah yeah. I'm going to call her," Logan said, leaving the table. The three of them shrugged, returning their focus to their food.
"Don't forget this," Katie said, handing James his insulin pen.
"Thanks," He said with a blush. "Hey, how many of those things have you downed?" James asked as Katie took another sip. She set the cup down and looked at her lap.
"Three," She whispered. Carlos shrugged, going back to his food. James just stared at the tiny girl. He of all people knew how evil ones kidneys could be. Katie could feel James' eyes boring into her, and Carlos noticed how quiet she had become.
"James leave her alone!" He snapped.
"What?! Three is kinda excessive," James pointed out. He and Carlos got in an argument, so Katie went to find Logan, who was even more worried now.
"Camille I- no but-" Katie tapped on Logan's shoulder, and silently reached for the phone. Logan handed it to her.
"What's he so upset about?" Katie asked.
"He just misses me, and he wants to take care of me," Camille sighed. "He'd try and take care of you but Carlos snatched that role up. And by the way what did I tell you about drinking?!"
"Yeah I know Camille," Katie said, rolling her eyes.
"Show him a good time and he'll loosen up. He's not one for thrill rides but anything fast or wet he'll love," Camille explained. "And if nothing else call me and I'll give him a good slap in the head." Katie giggled, knowing Camille could probably get that to happen. "AND DON'T FORGET TO PEE."
"Yeah yeah," Katie said, shrugging her cousin off, although she realized she needed to go pretty bad.
"And you know I'm right," She said. "Go, then tell Logan to have a good time or else, okay?"
"Okay sissy," Katie sighed. "Love you."
"Love you too kiddo," She said. Katie hung up, deciding for once to actually listen to someone's warnings.
Episode 120: SPLISH SPLASH WE WUZ TAKING A BATH!!
(AN: How about we just stop naming them now? :P Comment yes or no.)
Logan wandered back over to the table while Katie ran to the bathroom real quick.
"So are you convinced on staying with us?" James asked with a mouthful of pizza.
"Yeah," Logan said, playing with his food rather than eating it. Katie returned then, quietly slipping back into her chair, downing the pizza in front of her.
"Where to next?" Logan asked once everyone was done.
"We are gonna show you how to relax and have fun," Katie said, a simple yet effective plan forming in her head. "Carlos can I see the map?"
"Chyeah!" He cheered, handing the crinkly piece of paper over. Katie examined it carefully before folding it back up and leading the boys to their next destination.
"So where ARE we headed?" James asked Katie, seeing her examining the map again.
"Shh," She said, She then led them off to the right, stopping in front of huge water coaster. Logan's jaw dropped and he dragged James along with him to get on.
"You wanna join in?" Carlos asked Katie.
"Nah, if my hair gets wet what little control on it I have will go to hell," She mumbled. Carlos laughed.
"Aw come on, I like your hair all frizzy," he chuckled.
"Shut up," Katie said, taking his hand.
"No I'm serious, I like when you just brush it in the morning before you do anything to it," Carlos said, looking Katie in the eyes. She blushed.
"Thanks," she said. James and Logan were still waiting to get on the ride, so Katie and Carlos decided to look around.
"So how are you doing without Kendall?" Carlos asked. Katie squeezed his hand.
"It's not so bad when you're around," She confessed. "I just miss him so much though! It's hard, because... Because I love him." Carlos' heart broke for the little girl. "I miss him singing me to sleep, I miss his smell around me, I miss his laugh his smile..." Katie was full-on crying at this point.
"Shh, shh," Carlos said, hugging her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset."
"Y-you didn't," Katie whimpered. "I just miss him. And I've tried not to let it show."
"Well don't do that. You gotta let it all out at some point or you might explode," Carlos said, meaning it both figuratively and literally. Katie smiled just a little.
"Thank you," She said, hugging her friend. She heard a huge splash behind her and she looked to see James and Logan dripping and cheering. She smiled to herself, knowing this would keep Logan happy for a while.
"Okay thanks for that," Logan said, wrapping Katie into a cold wet hug.
"Any time," She said, trying to push him off.
"Where to now?" James asked. Carlos handed Katie the map.
"Closest adrenaline rush please," Carlos said. Katie looked at the piece of paper before folding it back up and once again leading the way. Carlos took the usual position of his arm around her shoulder, giggling about cupcakes and hockey.
"They're so adorable," Logan said. "Just wish she could actually date him."
"I dunno, I kinda like that they're best friends," James shrugged. "Besides, she needs someone to protect her right now. We've got too much drama and the level-headed one needs someone to lean on. I mean she's always there for all of us, she needs someone too. I can only imagine how hard it is for her without Kendall..."
"Yeah, I'd go crazy without Camille, she's my world," Logan said. James sighed.
"I need a girlfriend," James muttered.
"You have one!" Katie called back.
"Oh yeah," James said with a smile.
"Are we almost there?" Logan whined. Katie stopped.
"Yup." |
I give up. Rules and such just make this hard to post anywhere BUT here. So this is where it shall stay. Although, and I have no idea how to do this and am only considering at the moment, someone mentioned to me a while back about combining chapters to make one long chapter and publishing this on amazon. Anyone think it's worth it? Lemme know. In any case, here's another two chapters.
Episode 121: THE SUPERMAN (DUH DUH DUUUUH!)
"Are we almost there?" Logan whined.
"Yup," Katie said.
"Sweeeet," James said, staring at the gigantic bouncing tower. Katie squirmed a little, but not enough that anyone noticed.
"Hey, could I m-maybe get on with you guys?" Logan stuttered. Everyone stared at him.
"Course ya can!" Carlos said. "You okay by yourself Katie?"
"Yeah," She said happily. "I'll be fine, you three have fun." They all nodded and ran off to get in line. Katie decided to sit down on a little ledge close by, enjoying the shade. She sipped at her drink more, until she realized how badly she needed to pee. She chewed her lip; the boys still had a ways to go, but the line for the girls room was just as long. She debated for a while, but finally, after remembering what Carlos had told her earlier, she texted James to tell him where she would be before running off.
MEANWHILE IN LINE....
"Who's that?" Carlos asked when James pulled out his phone.
"Just Lucy," James fibbed easily with a smile.
"Aww, someone's in loooove!" Logan teased.
"Eh, so what if I am? I think the bigger problem is someone has forbidden hearts in their eyes," James said, looking directly at Carlos.
"And what happened to, 'I think I might be-'"
"Shut up," Carlos whined with a blush. "I don't know what I am but she makes me feel something."
"Yeah, and about the only person who doesn't see that is her," Logan said.
"We're THAT obvious?" Carlos asked.
"Um, Lucy hears at least three rumors a day about you two, not to mention what Gustavo called and yelled at me about it the other day," James said. Carlos pouted until he realized they were next.
"I-I'm not so sure about-"
"Oh relax Logan, this'll be fun," Carlos said, forcing himself to forget everything that was making his head spin and his stomach churn at that moment.
Episode 122: Spooky happs in the Six Flags Circle
"James we CAN'T go through the center court, it's sunset," Katie begged.
"And why not?" He asked.
"Did you NOT see all the zombies walking around today?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah," he said sheepishly, realizing how much creepier things got in the park after dark.
"And unless you look them all in the eye, they'll get you," she said.
"Well there's no other way to get to the other side of the park and YOU need more water," Carlos said. "And besides, we're in a pack, so they can't get you."
"Promise?" Katie asked, still not completely on board.
"Pinkie promise," Carlos said, gripping her pinkie with his own. She sighed, wrapping an arm around Carlos' torso. He responded with putting an arm around her shoulder as they made their way across the circle without incident. "Now see? Nothing happened."
Katie nodded as they made their way to the small pizza place. They got their food and sat down together.
"We should do a haunted house before it gets too late," James suggested.
"I'd be down," Logan said.
"Me too," Carlos added. "K?"
"Sounds fun," She said with a small shrug. She wasn't quite sure about it, but what was the worst that could possibly happen?
"Okay then, but not til it gets darker," James said. "I hear it's spookier then."
"Okay, that gives us time to ride a couple more rides," Carlos said, finishing up and pulling out the map. He and Katie plotted out the remainder of their night, which ended with them going through "Dr. Strange's Asylum."
"Alright, to the slides!" Carlos declared. Katie couldn't help but giggle, assuming her position by his side. They had a grand time, and finally it was almost time to go home and they made their way to the haunted house.
"So... this is the place, huh?" Carlos said, staring at the seemingly ordinary stone building in front of them.
"According to the map," Katie said, looking at James squirming in front of her. She looked at Carlos, who nodded.
"James, come with me for a second?" she asked.
He gratefully nodded, following behind her. "You know where we're headed?"
"I think," she said, quickly locating the bathrooms. "Go ahead, I'll meet you out here, okay?" James nodded and ran off, making Katie realize how badly she had to pee herself. She went to the door of the girl's room only to find it shut with a sign that said, "out of order." She chewed her lip, not sure if she could make it, but at this point she didn't have a choice. She sighed, waiting on top of some tables while she waited for James, who finally emerged.
"You didn't..."
"I know."
"Are you gonna be-"
"I don't know."
"Then maybe you should-"
"NO." James sighed but nodded, and they walked back to the group, Katie forcing herself into line as they walked inside "the asylum." |
Back from weekend vacation! :) It was epic. And now here's an update for the week! :D
Episode 123: pitter patter
Katie sucked her thumb as they walked past the curtain.
"Relax K," Carlos whispered as an insane nurse danced past them.
"I can't relax when-" suddenly a patient covered in fake blood screamed at them, making her flinch, "When I have THAT all around me." Not to mention I'm about to explode, she added mentally.
"Don't worry," Carlos said, pushing aside a curtain. "It's all-"
"Body bags!" Logan shouted; he had a fear of body bags.
"Breathe Logan," James said, pushing the boy forward. They kept walking, nothing but tubs full of random skeletons and goo until they reached a pass with two halls, both with exit signs over them.
"Which one leads us out?" James asked to no one in particular.
"Be careful kiddies!" A random straight-jacketed boy said suddenly, making Katie jump, accidentally dampening her panties. as he danced away, he called back, "Choose wisely!"
"Let's split up, odds are we'll end up together at some point," Carlos said, feeling Katie tense next to him.
James nodded, still pushing Logan forward. "See you on the other side!" He called, going down the left pathway. Carlos kept a firm arm around Katie's shoulders as they went down the right.
"H-hey Car?" She mumbled nervously.
"Relax, we'll be out of here in no time," He assured her.
"N-no, it's not that," Katie said, a feeling that they were being watched creeping in on her. "Um, remember how you told me to tell you if I needed something?"
"Yeahh," Carlos said unsurely, not sure where this was headed.
"Um, I need something," She squeaked, shifting a bit in place since they were standing still.
Carlos chewed his lip and nodded. "Right after I swear," He said. Unfortunately, what the two of them didn't know was that they were almost out, and the last person had both a chainsaw and a fetish, as well as the ability to hear them.
MEANWHILE DOWN THE OTHER PATH (WHICH HAPPENED TO HAVE MORE BODY BAGS THAN LOGAN WOULD HAVE LIKED).....
"Logan come on! I've pushed you through most of this and wasn't this your idea?!" James grumped.
"B-but the body bags..!" He stammered.
"I know, but she's not-"
"I don't care!" He said hysterically, almost in tears. "Sh-she was- and Camille-"
"Shh, bud you're gonna be okay. What happened with your mom was a freak accident, and it won't happen again. Camille will be fine too, but we've got to get out of here, okay?"
Logan nodded, wiping his eyes. He continued down the path, relieved when he saw Katie, though she looked extra tense. "We've got to be close," Logan said. James boldly lead the pack, followed by Logan, Katie trying to stay both in front of Carlos yet at the same time tucked in to his side. They could see and hear the exit, but there was one thing standing between them and freedom; the actor who was supposed to be a psychopath with a chainsaw, and man did he roar that thing. they all bolted through the door, him following them just until they were past the gates, only turning back when Katie's hands were buried in her crotch as she struggled to catch her breath and control herself. They all stood trying to catch her breath when it happened; Katie lost control and started peeing.
Episode 124: Itchy and Scratchy
(AN: I feel like I've used that as a title before.... Eh, it's not like anyone ever reads them anyways! :P)
They all stood trying to catch her breath when it happened; Katie lost control and started peeing.
"Shit!" She whispered, her shorts now soaked and a huge puddle forming at her feet. Carlos looked over and saw what was happening and wrapped the small girl in his arms, doing his best to conceal her.
James saw the puddle forming under her and his heart broke as she started crying softly, the day at the mall flashing in his mind. "Hey Logan come on, I have something to show you," he said, instantly dragging Logan away, in an attempt to give the others some privacy.
"Wait what about-"
"They need some space," James explained, not stopping until they couldn't see Katie and Carlos.
"Why, are they okay?" Logan asked.
"Physically, yeah," James said. "Just.... they need some time to sort themselves out." Logan nodded, still not understanding. A group of actors holding a coffin walked past them then, followed by a huge mass of people.
"Wanna see what that's all about?" Logan asked. "They'll call if they need us, won't they?" James nodded in agreement.
MEANWHILE....
"Shh," Carlos soothed, noticing the puddle had stopped growing. Katie refused to look up, still sobbing. "Hey, it's gonna be okay, I promise."
"H-how? Everyone is gonna see," Katie choked out.
"Shh, you're not the only one. Think about all those times it happened to James. All the times it's happened on purpose," Carlos said, whispering the last part. Katie looked up at him.
"You knew?" She asked.
Carlos nodded. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, and if James knew he wouldn't let anything happen either."
"He knew, he wouldn't have tugged Logan off if he didn't," Katie sniffled.
"See? I'm not gonna let anything- well, I'm not gonna let anything ELSE happen," Carlos assured her. Katie nodded, still not making any move away from Carlos, shivering as it was kind of cold. Carlos untied the sweatshirt at his waist and offered it to Katie.
"Thanks," she sniffled, sliding it over her head. Carlos smiled when he saw it covered her shorts almost all the way.
"Come on, let's go find the others and head home," He said, placing his arm over her shoulder.
"Mkay," Katie mumbled, her throat a little sore from all the crying. She kept an arm around his waist protectively as they walked, Carlos glaring at anyone who so much as looked at them.
"C-can we stop for a minute?" Katie asked.
"Sure," Carlos said, leading her over to the benches. She leaned her body up against Carlos.
"How about I call James to get the car and we just head home, eh?" Katie nodded, sleepy. Carlos sighed and dialed James.
"Hey! You two okay??" He shouted over the background noise.
"Yeah, for the most part," Carlos said.
"How bad is it?" James shouted again.
"Tell him it's like that time when we were at the mall," Katie rasped.
"That bad?" James asked, finally having gotten far enough away from the noise to hear.
"Yeah, can you get the car and bring it up front please?" Carlos asked.
"Yeah, but there's a huge thing going on by the gates," James worried.
"We.... found a solution," Carlos said. "Just get the car, okay?"
"Kay," James said, hanging up.
"Carwos I'm sleepy," Katie mumbled, her thumb partially in her mouth. Carlos smiled, scooping her up and setting her on his hip. "Nooo! I'll get you all icky!"
"Oh hush, it's not like I haven't been icky before, and I clean easily," He said. Katie was too tired and felt too crappy to argue. So instead she just leaned against Carlos and fell asleep. |
Chapter One:
How it started
Tomoe (To-moe-ay) was a young lady of about thirty-eight years but still single and living at home. Her parents were in their sixties and seventies, but still seemed to make all the house rules for her because ‘she was living there, and it was her father’s house.’
A man of about forty-two was teaching a class one day. He was an English teacher, it was considered cool for Japanese to learn English in this day of age, so he was always getting calls for people that would try a class or two, but a lot of them just realized how much work it was to learn English and would soon drop the class after a few months. The thing is, that they wanted immediate results despite the fact that they forget that young people take eight years or so before becoming fluent enough to express all of their ideas to people around them.
This man was a little tall with shiny light brown hair which was slowly turning gray, and he had round lensed glasses that covered the front of his bright green eyes. His face was a little scruffy from a shave of the day before, and he wore button down ‘church’ shirts along with nice trousers, never jeans.
This man, Ralph, was in the middle of a class when he first got a call from someone named Sano. Now, he always had to answer calls in the middle of his lessons because he had no secretary or anything like that. He wasn’t a big enough school to hire all the help he’d really like to have.
“Excuse me,” an aged woman politely said into the phone. “But I’d like to talk to a man named Ralph?”
“That’s me,” he said in his best Japanese.
“Can we talk now?”
“Actually, I have a class right now. Can I call you back in an hour?” he asked her using all of the polite formalities of the Japanese language at his command.
“Sure. In one hour then?”
Ralph said “Yes” in the typical strong affirmative of the Japanese way of a clear agreement.
An hour later, he called the number back, and then they began discussing the details of how the new meeting should take place.
Mrs. Sano, the mother, answered the phone with a soft tone of respect.
“We would like you to teach my daughter,” she said. “My daughter is working at the hospital at the moment, so I’m trying to set up the appointment for her. It seems she has little time to do the things that she wants unless I do this for her.”
“I understand,” Ralph said as politely as he could. “So, let’s see, I have most mornings free….”
“I’m sorry, but she works in the daytime. She was hoping to have an evening class.”
“I see. Well, the only evening I am really free is on Saturday after six.”
“Actually, we need the lesson to be later than that. We were hoping that maybe you could teach her from nine o’clock.”
“I see. That is a pretty late class.”
“Yes, I know. I’ve called all over, and it seems that not many schools are willing to do it so late.”
“Well, as it is on a Saturday, so I’d have Sunday off the next day, maybe I can do it.”
“You can?”
“Sure. Do you know where my study room is?”
“Actually, we had hoped that you could come here. You see, my daughter is always working until about eight, and she needs about an hour to get home and then get ready for you, so that’s why we need such a late hour. She’s really too tired to drive after that.”
“That’s kind of irregular for me….”
“I figured, huh? Well, if you don’t want the job maybe I can just….”
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll meet you on this Saturday and talk about it, and we can kind of see how it goes. This is very irregular for me, and if it’s a little distance to your house, I might have to charge car gas.”
“Sure. Shall we meet at the family restaurant on route six?”
“Yeah, I think I know that one.”
“Okay, so on route six, okay? On Saturday at around nine?”
“Sure.”
That Saturday:
Ralph waited in his classroom after the last lesson was over at six for a bit reviewing what to teach the new student and getting in how he was going to test her level so he could start off on the right foot with her. He wasn’t really sure this was a good idea anyway to work so late and at someone’s home privately. He normally only did such things in cases where the client couldn’t drive or in cases that had better reasons, and he certainly usually didn’t work after nine anyway. But it had been awhile since he got a new student, so he felt like he wanted to just try to see how it went.
At seven, to his surprise, the mother had called again. It was nearly two hours early and he thought, ‘As I expected, it really is too late and she’s going to cancel, right? Wrong.’
“Hello. This is Ralph.”
“Hey, my daughter is home earlier than usual, so we’d like to meet at the restaurant as soon as you are ready,” she said.
“Sure, I’ll be over in a bit then.”
Ralph jumped into his car and drove towards the restaurant after checking to make sure he had all his stuff with him. He pulled into the parking for the restaurant and called the cell number back to inform them that he was there.
“Oh, we are inside. Can you come inside please?”
Ralph parked the car and went into the restaurant through the lobby and found two women, one clearly older and grandma looking though her beauty had not yet left her. The younger girl had shiny black hair and a somewhat crooked smile because of the neglect of her teeth at a young age, perhaps. Still, she looked a little bit cute standing there in her white uniform that she wore at the hospital.
“Hi, are you Ralph?”
“Yes I am.”
“This is Tomoe, your new student,” she began as she led Ralph back towards their table. It seemed that they wanted to have dinner there. “I’m sorry, but she’s not very good at anything, and she’s not very cute, so please be kind and teach her English slowly, okay?”
Ralph nodded. The Japanese were always like this, always putting down themselves or their own inner circle while looking up at the outsider. He didn’t like this attitude much among the Japanese as he found it an attitude that often got in their way of growing in English, but there was nothing he could say or do to fix it in just one meeting.
He sat opposite of the ladies, and after they had basically ordered some soup, they started to talk about what they would like to see happen.
“Tomoe is really shy, and she’s not so skillful or pretty, so she doesn’t speak English well, I’m sorry. You’ll have to go slowly with her.”
“Don’t worry, I always teach at the level and speed of the student especially when it is a private lesson.”
“Well, it is my hope that one day, she might be able to meet a foreigner that she might date, then maybe she would become better at English.”
Ralph gulped and mentally rolled his eyes. Was the mother trying to set her up, or was she just saying what he might want to hear so that he would teach her.
“I understand,” he halfway lied. “I will do my best for her, and you will see that through the class, she will learn pronunciation tricks which I’ve noticed that Junior High Schools and other places of learning seem to leave out, and she will also learn to speak naturally when things come up, as that is the best way to learn. You will quickly forget if you just learn something you never use, so I will be trying to teach her things that she will need to say all the time in class.”
“Good. What are your usual fees?”
As talk turned to business, Tomoe stood up.
“Shall I get you something to drink?” she offered to her mother.
“Yes, please, and get him something too, okay?”
You see, in Japanese family restaurants, they have what is called a ‘drink bar’ that you pay once for, and then you can go up and refill your glass as many times as you want with whatever drink you want. No alcohol, sorry folks.
While she was gone, Ralph and Mrs. Sano set up the arrangements to her liking, and she was quite happy with the payment schedules and what her daughter should be learning.
Tomoe came back with the drinks.
“Tomoe, I think he is maybe a good person to teach you English,” her mom turned to her. “Do you think you want to learn English from him?”
Tomoe smiled shyly and nodded.
“Then it’s settled. Shall I show you where we live so you can do the sample lesson then tonight?” she asked Ralph.
“Sure.”
Chapter Two
The Second Lesson:
The street his new client lived on was dark and very narrow with houses lining both sides of the street. Even the intersections needed mirrors across the road so that you could look into them around the tight corners to know if someone was coming because the houses blocked the view. There was hardly any room to park outside the house at all, and Ralph had arrived a bit early as he was always punctual.
He sighed and decided to wait the extra few minutes in the car by reviewing his notes about what he wanted to go over with the young Ms. Tomoe. From what he had seen of the trial lesson, she really was at the beginner level, but then again, he wasn’t sure if that was because she really forgot that much English since junior high school days, or if she was just too shy to speak out much. She barely said much anyway outside of the lesson. Her mother had set up all the arrangements, so he knew she was definitely shy.
Ralph finally called them on his cell phone to let them know he was out there as he was sure that he couldn’t just park where he was. It was way too narrow and no one else was parked outside on the roadway.
“This is Sano.”
“I’m here. I don’t know where to park though.”
“Oh, just a minute and we’ll be right out.”
“Okay.”
Ralph sighed as he closed his phone. He was giving up one of only two days a week that he could watch TV in English, he was a little tired from working the last week, and still had to teach another hour and a half from now, and by the time he got home it would be nearly eleven.
The woman and the girl once again came out to meet him together. Tomoe opened the garage door for him while the mother went to the driver’s side to explain that he had to park in the garage.
Ralph nodded and once the ladies were out of the way, he proceeded to get in position to back his little silver ‘K’ car into the garage.
A ‘K’ car is a fairly small Volks Wagon sized vehicle with a small engine that you can purchase in Japan. The difference is such a car is usually charged less on the freeway, and for yearly taxes, but it rarely has enough power to climb mountain roads effortlessly like larger engine cars.
Once he was parked, he got out with some books and notebooks, and bowed to the women.
“Nice to see you again,” Ralph said politely in Japanese. “Shall we begin?”
The mother nodded and the two ladies led him into the house. Once he was seated in the living room/ dining room area, the mother offered him something to drink before making herself unseen.
Ralph started the lesson as usual by starting with greetings since Tomoe seemed to need some work on natural greetings rather than the robotic greetings she learned in junior high school.
The lesson progressed quite quickly with both Tomoe and Ralph smiling and really getting into the exercises of introducing themselves and talking about their home addresses and phone numbers. Then as the time drew to a close, the mother once again appeared in the living room/ dining room. It was like she was always there as if Tomoe would need her help with something, but Ralph tried to shrug it off as a concerned parent though to tell the truth, at thirty-eight, he really didn’t understand what was going on. Shouldn’t Tomoe be able to talk for herself?
When her mother appeared once again, Tomoe became quiet and didn’t say anything while her mother once again apologized for her daughter’s unskillfulness, and even, to Ralph’s thinking, being a bit rude by calling her ‘slow’ or ‘stupid.’
Her mom didn’t actually say the words slow or stupid, but she might as well had.
“I’m so sorry she is hard to teach and she is so slow on picking up English.”
“Actually, she seems quite able to pick up a lot of things,” Ralph tried to reassure the mother.
“That’s very kind of you to say,” Mrs. Sano replied. Tomoe stayed quiet and though quite visible, just didn’t seem to have anything to say for herself at this time. “It is my hope that one day, she might meet a foreigner boyfriend, maybe from America that maybe she can improve her English much better that way.”
Ralph mentally rolled his eyes again. Why was Sano so hard on her daughter? She wasn’t even in the room to see what Tomoe could really do. And he was quite happy with her pronunciation and with her ability to catch on about what to say for each exercise. She might not be a hundred percent sure of the meaning yet, but she knew it enough to do the exercises in the book with him.
“What do you think would best help her in her studies to learn English?” Mrs. Sano asked of the teacher.
“Well, the best way to get comfortable with listening, which is usually the number one complain among my students, is to rent movies that are in both Japanese and English with subtitles. Watch them all the time in Japanese until she knows all the parts really well, then watch them in English with English subtitles so that she can pick up on the words that went too fast.”
“Sure. We already watch some dramas in English,” her mom said. “We usually just watch them in Japanese, but maybe we can sometimes turn them to English only too.”
“That’s good, but really, if you want to help improve her listening, she should know the story well when she hears it in English so she can imagine what they are saying. I think it would be better with a rental movie as she can watch it many times both in Japanese and in English to learn certain parts.”
“I see.”
Meanwhile, as always, Tomoe was sitting silently barely saying anything for herself.
Ralph looked over to her. “How do you feel about tonight’s lesson?” he asked her in Japanese.
“It was okay,” was all she could say with that cute shy smile on her face. Really, there was something that Ralph didn’t know, but she wasn’t really willing to let him know, so she just sat there waiting for her mom to finish with him.
Ralph had taught her how to ask for a break and how to ask to be excused to go to the bathroom during lessons, but this… this was not a lesson. It was after the lesson, and she felt it might be rude to leave him with just her mother so she didn’t want to say anything. Besides, she could wait a few minutes.
A few minutes seemed to turn into an hour, but still Tomoe was resolute in not saying anything, and her body barely moved so that he really didn’t have a clue about what her predicament was. Finally, he headed to the car none the wiser for her situation already thinking about what he would teach her the third lesson.
Chapter Three
The Talk
As Ralph drove home, he started to wonder if she really was thirty-eight years old, this Tomoe. Her silent behavior, and her compliance and willful obedience to sit through whatever her mom said, reminded him more of a child. He knew this would be rude to say in person to either the mother or Tomoe, but he wondered why her mother had to set up her classes and why her mother always had to talk about the business side of her daughter’s English study. Wasn’t it her daughter who was paying him, not the parents? Well, it wasn’t his place, so he tried to put it out of mind.
Before the third lesson, as was quickly becoming the custom, both the ladies met him outside and arranged to have him park in the garage again, and then as the mother thought there was still ten minutes before the lesson, she sent her daughter to the store for soft drinks.
‘If Tomoe is too tired to drive after work, why was her mother sending her to the store? The nearest one, for Tomoe to be back in less than ten minutes, would have to be reached by car.’
Before Ralph knew it, Tomoe was gone to get the drinks, and he was sitting there with the mother once again.
“Tomoe is not good at anything,” her mother started to complain again. “I’m really sorry if she is too much trouble to teach.”
“Tomoe is actually doing really well, I think,” Ralph tried again to put her mind at ease. “She already seems to know well, about how to convey personal information and she seems to be able to talk about simple topics with help. She also has clearer pronunciation of words than many Japanese who have studied longer periods than she has.”
“That’s kind of you to say,” her mother said once again making Ralph’s eyes mentally roll. “But the truth is she is not very skillful at anything, she doesn’t learn very fast, and she’s not very pretty, so she doesn’t have any boyfriends.”
Ralph gulped. “I’m sure there are people who look at her.”
“Maybe,” her mother said doubtfully. “But I think if she could just speak English or maybe do something else a little better, then maybe someone will like her.”
Ralph didn’t know what he was supposed to say, so tried to keep quiet.
“You know, people don’t really like unskillful girls who always seem to be kind of klutzy, right?”
Ralph blushed. He actually though that Tomoe was not as bad as her mom was making her out to be. And why was her mom telling him this stuff outside of her daughter’s ears? Shouldn’t they be talking about this in front of the daughter, with the daughter able to say what was on her own mind about it? But he tried not to pass judgment. These were a mother’s concerns.
Tomoe came back, finally, with the drinks, and Ralph was ready to start the lesson. He was really getting uncomfortable with the way the mother was talking to him almost as if she wanted to set him up with her. He barely knew her, and she barely knew him. It would take more than a few lessons to do that, and anyway, he was supposed to be her teacher. Why was her mom talking like this?
What Ralph didn’t know, was that Tomoe was kind of interested in him as a boyfriend, but she was too shy and scared to say so, and she also knew he was supposed to be her teacher. It was she, who had put her mother up to asking about these things and seeing how he would take it.
Tomoe came back from the store with a smile. She actually hated to leave the room when he was there because she liked his company, and because she hated to leave the room, now that she had the drinks, she sat down purposely ignoring her bladder. She wanted to start the lesson.
As usually, her mom disappeared again. Her dad was always only ever seen at the very end of the time for a minute or two to escort Ralph out. He was watching, too, but he had other things on his mind. He was NOT trying to set his daughter up with a teacher.
The two of them talked about pronunciation again, some real time English that she could use with him during a lesson like when she needed help with something, when she wanted to ask to look something up, or even when she wanted to take care of a basic need like getting a drink or using the bathroom.
Tomoe smiled. She would never use the words for a break or going to the bathroom, she knew, because she really didn’t want to spend any more time away from her ‘cool’ teacher than she had to, and anyway, her mom would scold her about wasted money if she left the room during the lesson.
Tomoe felt her legs squeeze a bit tighter in her nursing outfit as he brought up how to ask to be excused for the bathroom. But she was stubborn, and she didn’t want to be yelled at by her mother for missing any of the lesson.
Ralph still had not noticed anything even though she was now squeezing her legs together nearly halfway into the lesson.
Ralph and she finished the lesson, and then once again, her mother started to talk about Tomoe’s weaknesses even in front of her apologizing for her inability to ‘keep up.’
“I assure, she is doing great,” Ralph said. “As a matter of fact, she already knows the rules of pronouncing the three kinds of ‘A’ sounds in less time than it usually takes to teach other students. I think she’s picking up a lot of things very quickly.”
He turned to Tomoe to prove his point.
“Tomoe, can you tell me the three sounds for A?” he asked in Japanese.
“Ah, a-a, and ay.”
“And when do we use the ay sound?”
“It has an ai, ay, or a plus one letter plus e after it.”
“Exactly. Normally, it takes most students as many as nine lessons, and three different times for a total of twenty-seven lessons before they really catch on to the rule and remember it. Your daughter has only studied English now, for the fourth time, and she knows this rule. Not only that, but now, she can respond to simple questions in English, which means she is learning.”
Her mother frowned.
Ralph looked at her confused.
“I see. So, you are happy with her English ability?”
“Yes, I am happy with her learning ability in English. She still has a long way to go before she can really say things confidently as if she is a native, but she is definitely on her way to doing so.”
“I’ve told her that she can improve in English much faster if she makes a foreign boyfriend though. What do you think about that?”
“Well, I think that learning English should not be the motive because to really make a relationship work, you need communication most of all. I think a nice cool Japanese is probably better for her than a native English speaker because one of the pitfalls of such an arrangement will sometimes be the inability to communicate what you feel to each other.”
Mrs. Sano thought about that a moment. Then she nodded.
“But you know? She doesn’t even have a Japanese boyfriend. She’s not cute, and no one really likes her.”
Ralph mentally tried to roll his eyes again, but then caught Mrs. Sano’s eye. She was trying to tell him something.
“Tomoe isn’t getting any younger, and now she really seems like she will be lonely the rest of her life. She can’t meet anyone because she is too much of a child. She isn’t cute, and I really wish she could meet someone nice like you.”
Ralph looked over at Tomoe for a moment or two.
Tomoe looked back, her mouth set in that crooked smile caused by her uneven teeth which really make her look cuter, and somehow, also made her seem much younger.
“You know, Mrs. Sano, I don’t think it’s her looks or her abilities at all. I think she’s really cute, and if the situation were different, I might even have asked her out if I saw her in a different place than teaching her.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I would,” Ralph sighed. “But what are we talking about here? I’m her teacher, right?”
Her mom nodded.
“He said I’m cute,” Tomoe smiled.
“Hey, I didn’t just say it,” Ralph said sincerely. “I said it because it’s true. If I don’t think you are cute, then I wouldn’t say anything. You can’t trust a teacher that lies to you.”
Tomoe blushed and became quiet again as her mom took over.
“But she doesn’t have any boys looking at her at all. I really feel like she won’t ever have that kind of life.”
Ralph sighed. He didn’t know if he should tell her the problems that might turn boys off to Tomoe that he could already make a pattern of because it really wasn’t his place was it?
“Do you have any suggestions for her? We really would like your advice and because you are her teacher, I think you can teach her how to get a boyfriend.”
Ralph felt trapped now. What was her mom saying? What was he supposed to say or do? Was he supposed to go along with this?
Tomoe also felt a little uncertain about her mom’s choice of words, but she did like her teacher, and so much so, that even now, it had been thirty minutes since the lesson was up, and she was starting to feel her muscles strain because she really had to use the bathroom, but she didn’t want to appear rude to Ralph by leaving even for a minute.
Ralph felt his face blushing.
“Please, teach her how she can find a nice man like you. What do you think she should do?”
Ralph looked over at Tomoe. Then he looked back at her mother. The real problem, he had not yet seen, but one problem he did see, was that Tomoe was rather lazy about taking care of herself after work. It’s okay to come home and just watch TV in your work clothes after you are married because you are not trying to impress anyone, but, maybe he shouldn’t say that to them. Maybe it would be the wrong thing to say.
“I think for one,” he started as he felt a lump in his throat. “Tomoe needs to feel confident about herself. She is always quiet when we talk, for example, which makes it seem like she’s disengaged. As I am coming to know about her, I think the problem of her being so shy is she just isn’t that confident in herself.”
He waited for the words to take weight to see what her mother would say.
“How can we fix that?” her mother asked.
Now, Tomoe was sitting there, her legs starting to bounce just a little. It was as much from being nervous of what they were talking about as it was being nervous that he would be kept much longer making her sit there through her need to pee.
“Well, she needs to do things that make her feel good about herself,” Ralph said bluntly. He had done it now. He had opened the can of worms. “She needs to, um… for example… she is always in her nursing clothes when I come for a lesson,” Ralph started not really knowing how to end this.
“She’s always tired after work,” her mom explained.
“I know. Work makes people tired,” Ralph looked at her trying to understand. “I am usually tired after work too, but if she is looking for a young man, and if she goes out somewhere, even to a Seven Eleven for a stop, she really should be the best she can. People judge others on a first appearance.”
Her mom nodded.
Ralph looked over and saw her looking down and wondered if she felt a little embarrassed or ashamed of what he had said. He almost wanted to take it back when he looked at her red face.
Tomoe actually knew that keeping clean was important. She didn’t need someone to tell her that, but that wasn’t the reason she was blushing. She was really starting to wonder if her mom would ever let him leave as she started to feel her privates burn under the pressure of trying to hold her urine back.
Ralph noticed her mom was still concentrating on what he was saying, so he breathed out a clean breath of air and then went on feeling a chill down his spine as he did so.
“Tomoe needs to take a bath after work if she meets someone,” he said plainly. “She also needs to do something less professional more cute or interesting with her hair if she wants to meet someone for the purpose of a relationship rather than work,” he informed her. She is a cute girl, but she has to take proactive action if she wants to get noticed.”
Tomoe never thought of that. She blushed feeling like she should have thought of it though.
“Would you be interested in being her boyfriend?” her mother bluntly asked. “I mean, to teach her?” she quickly corrected what she meant.
Ralph thought a moment. He didn’t know if this was the best thing to do. Already, this arrangement was out of the ordinary for him, and he was sure it would lead to trouble.
Tomoe also felt her face heat up as her mother asked. She had not expected that.
“I don’t know,” Ralph said hesitantly. “This is something that you normally don’t expect from a teacher.” Then he looked and saw Tomoe looking a little nervous and sad at the same time, and honestly, he felt she was cute. “Alright, I guess I can.”
Suddenly, Tomoe forgot about the need to pee. It was like it had disappeared completely as she looked into his eyes when he agreed. She felt every bone in her body get mushy, and her heart beat heavily in her chest.
Mrs. Sano nodded with a smile as though satisfied.
“I’m very protective of ladies though,” he warned them. “I also think that if you really want me to teach her about the etiquette of setting up for a date and dating, then you might have a problem with some of the things I might believe.”
Tomoe smiled unconcerned at first, but her mom grimaced wondering if she had set her daughter up with the wrong sort of person.
“What would you require of her?” she asked.
“Well, I’m not requiring anything of her,” Ralph made clear. “What I’m going to tell you is my advice, but it’s up to her to do it or not. I’m going to check on if she’s doing it or not, but if she’s not or doesn’t want to, then I want you to know there is nothing I can do about it. It is up to her to be her own person and have the confidence to tell what she wants to do.”
Her mom relaxed a little bit.
Tomoe looked up at him. “But someone like me really needs help because I’m ugly.”
“You are not ugly,” Ralph tried to reinforce to her. “The only things that make you less desirable are your own feelings of self-unworth. You can change these feelings by doing some simple things, okay?”
She nodded.
He reached behind her back and started to let her hair down from the working pony-tail.
“For one, you don’t have to be so professional looking when you are seeing someone on a personal level,” he told her. “You should wear your hair cute,” and as he pulled her hair down her face, her radiance in beauty became all the more defined. “Change your work clothes and if possible, take a bath before meeting people after work.”
Tomoe nodded.
“But I’m fat,” she tried to point out.
“Are you?” he asked a little puzzled that he might have missed something obvious. Sure, she was a little heavyset, but he never really thought of her as actually fat. “Stand up a minute.”
She complied, but as she did so, her bladder reminded her that it was still full and she crossed her legs to put pressure there.
“You are not skinny like a model,” he observed. “But really, models are not that pretty or cute,” he told her. “And you know that from a health point of view, that their lifestyle often is not healthy.”
She nodded in agreement.
“I would not really call you fat,” he went on. “And to tell you the truth, some guys, like me, like to have something on a girl to hold on to. Sometimes, girls worry so much about their figure for the wrong reasons, but if you are confident about your weight, and it causes you no personal problems, then there really is nothing wrong with it. I’ve seen a lot of girls a lot bigger than you with boyfriends.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, but again, the difference is self confidence.”
Tomoe nodded as did her mother.
“And you know,” he turned back to her mother because he was used to discussing business with her. “The more confident Tomoe is about herself, the better she does at work, in English, and anything else she does. The confidence will also help her from feeling so worn out when she gets off of work because people with confidence usually have more energy.”
Ralph then turned to Tomoe again. “Are you sure you want to try this boyfriend, thing?” he asked her before looking back at her mom.
Her mom was the first to nod, and then Tomoe blushingly, smiled and nodded.
“Well, if we do this, you need to know I’m the kind of person that likes a lot of hugs,” he told her. If that makes you uncomfortable….”
He waited for Tomoe to reject him, but instead, she came closer and hugged him despite the feeling she really should go to the bathroom soon. She could feel the verge of it trying to push her tubing apart and start down towards the dark insides of her panties.
Ralph hugged her back, and smiled as he felt her butt through her white hospital skirt.
“Let’s do that, then,” her mom said a bit more confident.
Ralph nodded.
“Why don’t we let you go now?” Mrs. Sano started, but that’s when the father came in.
“Can I talk?” he asked.
Ralph nodded.
He sat opposite of him, and at that moment, for some reason, Tomoe felt like moving further away and into the kitchen which was still in the same room, but quite a bit further from Ralph.
“Are you going for the night?” he asked with a smile.
“Yeah, when you are finished,” Ralph said to Mr. Sano.
“Well, I really shouldn’t keep you much longer tonight. But later, we should probably talk.”
The man led Ralph out to the car this time, Mrs. Sano and Tomoe also came along because they felt like they should. Tomoe could feel the leak pressing at the last point in her tubes trying to… oh, actually, it had just dribbled a bit. She could feel a bit of dampness now, between her legs.
Ralph drove off.
“Well, Tomoe, Sachi, please come into the house. I need to talk to you.”
“Actually, can I go to the bathroom first?” Tomoe asked her father.
“You can wait a minute.”
“I can’t,” she fidgeted a bit.
“You sure waited while he was here, though, didn’t you?”
Tomoe blushed.
“He’s not a good teacher,” he told them. “He should not agree to teach her personal relations because he is supposed to be an English teacher, not a match making teacher.”
Sachi nodded. “Yeah, I felt like he was a bit too easy to ask to do that. He also seems to think he can tell her to take a bath and stuff like that.”
“Yes, that is not his place. Tomoe, I forbid you to contact him after tonight.”
Tomoe nodded. Her heart was starting to break, her bladder was leaking again, though she tried to stand as though nothing were wrong because the man of the house was speaking, and she had to listen. Her eyes glistened as she realized she might never see him again.
The man looked down the girl’s legs and noticed a small stream of water which was now starting to dribble on her shoes.
“Are you wetting your pants in front of me?” he asked his daughter.
Tomoe nodded and now started to shake as more liquid suddenly flooded her panties, then dropped down her legs and to the floor between them.
“You see? That man has made you irrational. You would never wait that long normally, now would you? And yet, you waited until he left, and then expected ME to just let you go when I had something important to say.”
Tomoe felt like he was scolding her, and shrank her head between her shoulders and hovered her arms in front of her wishing she was the size of an ant at the moment.
“Go clean up. We will not talk about this anymore.”
Not the End: Wait for Part 2 |
Chapter Four
Risk Tomoe knew that it was no use arguing with her father, so she laid low for a few days and didn't bring up anything that would remind him that she had wanted to study English. More so, she didn't want him to remember that she liked her previous teacher, and she didn't want him to suspect her for any plans she might have involving that.
It was more than two weeks, when Tomoe had decided she would try to look into learning English again, only this time, she decided she would try to set up the meeting herself and find out where he usually taught at. She knew that she'd have to do something earlier so that her parents wouldn't get suspicious, and that it would be hard to schedule around her work, but then if things worked out the way she wanted, she might not have to worry about that much longer. She was actually tired of living there, but she had no confidence to find her own place because her parents had well taught her that a young lady needed to be careful these days, and it was much safer to live at home.
She was now, coming home from work, but instead of going straight home, she was making a detour to call the number in the paper. She hoped it was the right number.
"Ralph," he answered the phone. "I teach children and adults alike. English is the way of the future."
"I don't know if you remember me, but I want to continue learning English."
Ralph had not remembered her voice, and so he asked for details.
"Who is this?"
"I am Tomoe."
"Well, do you know where the classroom is?"
"No, I forgot. Can you tell me?"
She wrote as Ralph gave her directions and then she drove over so early that if he knew, the he would know that meeting that late at her house had been all her parents' doing, and nothing at all to do with her schedule.
As Tomoe arrived at the unimpressive four car parking building, she stepped out of her blue little k-car and walked up towards the door. She knocked once as it looked like an apartment building more than a school, then she opened the door. There was another door just across from where she could see in that was open.
"Come in," Ralph said to her.
Tomoe came in with a small shy smile.
"Um... I am sure your dad said that I couldn't teach you anymore," he told her.
"Yeah, I know. But about that, I... I won't be telling him that I'm taking the lessons. It's not like I'm a teenager. He doesn't have to know."
"And what happens if he finds out and sees you coming here?"
Tomoe hung her head knowing she couldn't really tell him what she thought if he caught her.
"You see, what it will look like, is that I came looking for you, and your dad will try to press charges or something like I'm stalking you, and you won't even tell him that that's not what happened. It's too risky to teach you."
Tears came to her eyes.
"But I will keep it a secret. He won't know, and I promise to do anything you say, even the hair and clothes stuff if you teach me."
"I'm sorry, but you are asking me to take a really big risk, and if things go wrong and he finds out, I know you won't take the fault here."
"Please! Because, I... I like you as my teacher and I like you."
Ralph smiled. "You do?"
"Yes, and I'll do anything you say. Honest."
"You are still in your hospital clothes," he reminded her.
"That's because I didn't know I could find you today. I promise if you teach me, you will see me in regular clothes next time."
"Alright. I'll teach you if you really are willing to do what is told to you, but how can I actually test that to see if you would?"
"Um... next time, I'll have my regular clothes on or you can turn me away even though I pay you."
"No, not enough," he said considering what if her dad found out then.
"What do you want me to do?"
Ralph thought about it for a bit.
"Well, I don't really think you will do anything I say," he finally said. "And since you said you would, I guess that means there is an issure of trust here. I just can't trust you after what you and your family did."
"Honest, that wasn't me! I wanted to tell them that that was mean!"
"Well, I don't know how I can trust you. The only thing that makes sense to me, is to have you do something so hard, that if you aren't serious, you would definitely say no."
"I can take off my clothes in front of you."
"No, that would definitely be used against me by your father even if not you. No, I don't want to see you naked anyway unless it is by your choice."
"Well, what can I do? Please! I want to learn from you!"
Ralph considered a bit longer.
"I don't know, Tomoe. I mean you said anything, but if it gets you in trouble, obviously, you would not do it, right?"
Tomoe looked at him sideways for a minute. "Get me in trouble? With who? I'm thirty-eight, you know."
"But your parents, frankly, treat you like you are sixteen or younger."
She sighed. He was right, they do.
"Yeah, so you think my dad punishes me?"
"He might. Especially if you did something... like... I don't know...."
He continued to rub his chin as though thinking though he honestly already decided on something that he was sure would make her say 'no,' even if her dad didn't punish her.
"What?" she asked getting nervous but really wanting to please him at the same time.
"Well, first of all, can I ask you why it has to be me, and not another English teacher?"
"Because, I... I think you actually care, where as another teacher, would just be, like it's a paycheck or something."
"What if I told you I didn't care."
"Too late," she smiled shyly. "I've already seen the way you teach, and you looked at me when you tried to help me a few weeks ago."
"Well, here is the deal. Remember how I told you that I'm protective?"
She nodded.
"Well, I can't be protective if you don't listen to me, right?"
She nodded again.
"Well, what I want you to do to prove it to me, that I can trust you, is two fold...."
"Wait, you want me to ... um... do that thing, don't you?"
"Do what thing?" he asked trying to make her be clear so he was certain they were on the same page.
"You want me to pee my pants or something?"
"Very good," he smiled. "So, you not only have to go in your pants anytime I tell you, but you also have to do it in public if you don't have two friends with you or your mom to go in the bathroom with you, and you have to take the blame and tell your parents it was an accident."
Now, Tomoe was thinking. Was it worth that, what he wanted?
Ralph smiled. He was sure she would refuse and that would be that.
"When do you want me to wet my pants?" she asked him.
"Well, for starters, how about right now, or at least before you go?"
Tomoe thought about it some more. Would it be worth it? What would she tell her parents about it? Would they believe that a thirty-eight year old had an accident like that? Well, they did treat her like she was sixteen. Would they believe a sixteen year old could do that?
"Alright, I'll do it," she suddenly agreed.
Ralph's mouth dropped as she agreed and sat down to talk business with him.
"But in return, I want a reduced fee, and I want you treat me like a boyfriend and teach me to really attract a boy."
Ralph gulped. He had not expected her to agree! And what was more, she was cute and he really did like her which meant it was hard to turn her down now that she had agreed to do whatever he wanted. |
This story doesn't exactly follow a specific part of the Zelda game, Wind Waker, but it falls right after Link leaves Dragon Roost Island for the first time after completing the 1st dungeon. Medli goes with Komali to get his wings in this story, and it's not seen in game. It's one of the reasons I didn't go into great detail at the end about it. Once again I have linked Zelda specific elements to zeldawiki.
medliomo.pdf
A calm wave of ocean rolls over the shore of Dragon Roost island, where a vast mountainous adobe is home to a race of bird like people known as the Rito. At the very top of the mountain rests the Sky Spirit, Valoo, a large red dragon that protects the Rito of Dragon Roost. He is also the one that grants the Ritos their ability to grow wings when they become of age. Among the Rito, only one has the ability to understand Valoo's language (though not fully), A young female Rito named Medli who appears to be about 13 years of age and has been Valoo's attendant since the passing of the previous one.
The young brunette was sitting in front of her wooden mirror, brushing her long brown hair which was quite ruffled from having just getting out of bed minutes before. She was wearing a blue dress with the symbol of her race stitched on a red cloak that flowed over the front. Right above her mouth was a bright yellow beak with a concave slope to the tip. These beaks also served as the Rito's noses.
It was rather early for little Medli to be awake, but this day was special to her and she didn't want to waste any time. Medli had already grown her wings but her younger best friend, Komali was still a flightless Rito boy. She was to assist him in visiting Valoo so that he may obtain his wings from the great dragon, though she wasn't as confident as she should have been. Even if she was the only one on the island that could understand the ancient Hylian language that Valoo spoke, her knowledge was limited in that area.
As Medli was finishing up making herself look presentable, she heard a knock upon her door.
"Come in!" The Rito girl cheerfully said. The door opened and a tall, older male Rito entered, dressed in gray and red ceremonial robes with green sleeves. His aging gray hair flowed freely over his ears and two parts of it were braided in the front. A golden hair piece rested on his head that matched his more rounded beak.
"Medli, it is good that you are are awake. I need to have a word with you before you and my son set off this morning." The Chieftain of Dragon Roost said in a concerned voice.
As Medli was putting her hair into a long pony tail with two golden rings, she caught on to his somewhat disheartened voice and looked up to him.
"What is it...?" She said, matching his tone.
"As I was attempting to wake Komali up moments ago, he was unresponsive, he seemed melancholy about something. I know he is not the most confident boy of his age, but I sense something more is bothering him other than visiting Valoo today."
Medli looked down for a bit with a slightly sad frown, becoming worried about her friend.
"I was hoping you might be able to find out what would be troubling him." The Chieftain requested.
"Of course. I am worried about him, but I will do what I can to help him today." Medli replied happily as she hopped off her chair, her yellow bird-like feet plopping to the wooden floor below.
"Thank you, Medli, I have no doubt that you will be a great asset to the Prince today, you two have been very close for many years. Will you report back to me before you leave?" The Rito asked.
"I will, Chieftain. Don't worry." Medli smiled and cupped her hands to her chest. At that, the Chieftain left Medli's room and headed back to his quarters, leaving Medli alone. She began wondering what could be wrong with Prince Komali and hoped she could cheer him up enough to let her escort him to the top of the mountain this morning. Her worried thoughts were momentarily paused as she felt a tiny pressure in her bladder, but she decided to put off that need for now. Her duties today and assisting Komali were her top priorities.
Medli quickly walked out of her room and down the hallway to her friend's room. Lightly, she knocked on his wooden door but after hearing no response, she slowly opened the door and peaked inside. Komali was laying on his bed, awake, but had a depressed look in his bright red eyes.
"Ko.. Komali...?" Medli softly said as she pushed her way inside, closing the door behind her. "What's wrong? Are you worried about meeting Valoo today?"
Komali didn't say anything, but he finally decided to turn over and face Medli, sitting up a bit. His body was shaking a little and he looked like he was about to tear up. Medli walked to the side of his bed, still unsure of what was bothering him and why he wasn't speaking. She knew that something other than meeting Valoo was the cause of his depressive mood today and tried her best to find out what that something was.
"Just tell me what's troubling you... you know you can talk to me about anything." Medli put her hand upon his shoulder and felt the shaking from his body. She smiled warmly at him, looking at him with her also bright red eyes.
"I..." Komali began to speak, in a broken up voice. He couldn't bring himself to tell Medli what had happened, so he slowly lifted up the covers off of his body to show her instead. Medli looked down at Komali where he was sitting to see a wet patch underneath him and on his cream color robes. She sighed a bit, knowing now what had happened.
"Oh... I see..." Medli was glad she knew what is was now, she could finally help him, but it reminded her of her own need that she put off once again. "Well that's not so bad Komali... it was only an accident.. I'm sure it happens to everybody..." She assured him as she continued to comfort him.
"Why did this happen...?" Komali softly said under his broken up voice, desperately holding his tears back as he looked into Medli's eyes, confiding in them. Medli thought about it for a bit before she replied reassuringly. "You're just nervous about today, that's all. You couldn't help it." Medli smiled at him. Komali started to calm down a bit from Medli's comforting words. She was always good at cheering people up. "I.. I don't want my father to find out... I'm afraid he would be disappointed in me. I shouldn't be..." He looked down at his wet bed and crotch again before looking back to the duck billed girl. "...doing this when I supposed to be a grown up." A lone tear had managed to escape Komali's eye and it dripped down the side of his straight slopped beak.
Medli grabbed a tissue and handed it to Komali. He took it and wiped his watery eyes with it as Medli spoke to him. "He doesn't need to know... but... I don't think any less of you because of it. I know how you feel." She looked down a bit, referring to when she had to go visit Valoo as well.
"You.. you do?" Komali perked up when he heard Medli say that and he looked at her inquisitively. Medli nodded.
"I.. also wet the bed the night before I went to see Valoo. I was so nervous." Medli blushed lightly before she met Komali's eyes again. She was embarrassed to say that but she wanted to make him feel better.
Komali started to feel much better and his shaking body came to a halt. "I had no idea..." Komali looked at her with a concerned look. "I'm so sorry."
"I-It's okay." She replied with a smile, becoming her natural cheery self again. "So you see, don't be so hard on yourself. You deserve to get your wings today! It's what you've been waiting for your whole life! Don't let one little accident stop you, okay...?" Medli wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
"Thanks Medli.. I feel much better now." A smile came to the boys face, along with a sigh of relief.
"You're welcome! Now go get yourself cleaned up so we can go... Chieftain wants me to report back to him, but I promise this will all be our little secret okay?" Medli said. Komali nodded in agreement, putting his trust into her and then went to get cleaned up. Medli was alone once more, but she was glad Komali was okay now. She was again met with the building pressure in her lower abdomen, which was slightly stronger than before, but she could wait a while longer. Besides, Komali was in the bathroom, so she would have to wait anyways. She decided to go see the Chieftain while Komali was getting ready. She walked out of her friend's bed room and back down the hallway. When she arrived to the Chieftain's bedroom double doors, she knocked softly.
"Yes, who's there?" The Chieftain inquired in his deep voice from the other side of the door.
"It's me, Medli, you asked me to come see you." She replied back, awaiting permission to enter.
"Ah, Medli, please come in."
Medli opened the door and walked in to meet the Chieftain, who was sitting at his desk reading a book, titled Medli's Delayed Need by antifairy of omorashi.org. He marked his position in the book with a feather and closed it before placing it on the desk.
"Did you find out what was going on with my son?" He asked, concerned.
Medli nodded. She did not need to lie, but she didn't need to tell the Chieftain the entire truth.
"He's just nervous, is all. He wasn't confident in himself. But I was able to bring him to high spirits again." She confidently said, hoping that she wouldn't be probed for more information.
"I see... I could have sworn there would have been more to it, but I suppose this can be a very stressful time for a young child, as it was for you when it was your time..." The man said. Though he wasn't aware of what exactly happened to the poor girl back on that morning, Medli nodded and agreed.
"Well, thank you for bringing my son's spirits up, I now feel comfortable with you accompanying him to see Valoo. Now that Link has defeated the evil creature that caused so much distraught to our great protector, it will be much easier for Komali to obtain his wings." The Chieftain said with confidence. "You had better get going then I suppose."
Medli smiled and bowed to the Chieftain. "Everything will be fine, Chieftain. Don't you worry."
"I know, Medli. I will see you two when you return."
Medli left the bedroom and sighed in relief after she shut the door behind her. Now she only had one thing on her mind, taking Komali to see Valoo; She had completely forgotten about her need to pee, though it had been growing this entire time. Making her way back to his bedroom, she noticed that he was already walking out and they exchanged smiles.
"Are you all ready now, Komali?" She excitedly said to the much better feeling Rito.
"Yeah, I am. Still kinda nervous... heh..." Komali smiled shyly but seemed to be very comfortable around Medli.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine! Now let's go!" She smiled with her eyes closed and grabbed his hand before leading him outside. Komali almost tripped from Medli's pull but regained his balance and willingly went with her.
"Okay, Okay, we're going!" He giggled.
Both Ritos left out the back door way of Dragon Roost and began making their way up the side of the mountain, which was a lot safer journey now that Ganon's evil creatures no longer inhabit the island. Medli, however, just remembered something important and she stopped in her tracks as she felt the growing pressure in her bladder. Her need was getting a little urgent but she was still able to manage for now. She contemplated going back inside to use the bathroom real quick, but decided against it as they were already outside and Medli didn't want to make Komali wait. He did notice that she stopped and was thinking about something, so he stopped with her."Medli...? What is it?" He inquired curiously, hoping something wasn't wrong.
Medli was a little shy about letting others know when she needed to "go", even a friend like Komali, so she kept that part to herself.
"Oh... umm, it's nothing... I was just admiring the nice weather today is all. Let's go!" She started leading him along the mountain path once more, trying her best to ignore her urge. Medli was sure she could hold it until they returned.
"Oh...okay then.." He replied, still confused as to why she stopped suddenly, but brushed it off as they continued their journey.
"We should be careful Komali, Link said the path may be broken in some spots. Watch your step, okay?" Medli warned him and he nodded as he grabbed a hold of her hand again, which made him feel more secure. Most of the path was still in good shape, though it was a little rocky but the Rito's feet were able to tolerate harsh terrains due to their bird like features.
Along the way, Medli tried to keep up conversation so she could keep her mind off of her filling bladder. Most of the time it was about Valoo and his wings.
"After I get my wings... will you teach me how to use them?" Komali looked to Medli, still unaware of her problem.
"Of course! We'll start as soon as we're done talking to Valoo!" She smiled and said happily. At this point, her bladder was making constant reminders that it was needing release soon and it was getting harder for Medli to manage her urge. I wish I peed before we left, I really need to go... At least we can both just fly back down when we're done, she thought to herself. It was taking longer to get to the top of the mountain than Medli remembered, though she could see Valoo from here.
“I think we're about halfway there... but... oh...” Medli stopped as her pee started pressing down hard on her urethra. She squeezed her legs together until her short spasm was over, her hand just as tightly squeezing Komali's hand. “...I'm not sure.” She finished. Komali looked to the pee filled girl, concerned.
“Medli... Are you sure you're okay? You look like you...” Komali started to realize what was troubling his poor friend. Medli's cheeks blushed a shade of pink as he took notice to her predicament.
“I guess I should have gone to the bathroom before we left.” Medli looked ashamed as she looked down and smiled sheepishly, her hand lightly grasping her privates through her dress.
“Oh... umm... well you can just go here.. right? I'll go around the corner, I won't look!” Komali started to walk away before Medli stopped him.
“No, I'm okay, I can wait. Besides I can't just go here...” Medli shifted her weight a little. “It's not so easy for girls...” She was still blushing brightly, especially now that Komali knew she had to pee pretty badly.
“Let's just go okay? I'll be fine...” At least I hope...
“Okay.. if you say so..” Komali reluctantly agreed, though he was still worried about her. The two Ritos continued on their way to see Valoo.After a while, they were almost at the top, Valoo's sanctuary was just up the stairs around the corner now, however, Medli had become increasingly desperate to urinate since she stopped halfway earlier. Her bladder was aching now but she had managed to stay dry, though her hand was clasping her girlhood tightly. Komali had been noticing her get worse and worse, he was really starting to worry about his friend. He knew she was probably in pain. Especially when she stopped once again and let go of his hand.
“Medli?” Komali's hand felt cold when she let go, and he became scared as he put his finger nails to his mouth. His body started shaking again, just like it was earlier that morning.
“I'm... I'm fine...” Medli grabbed herself with both hands, her aching bladder was right near it's limit and she felt like she was going to lose it any second.
“No you aren't Medli... please just go here... I don't want you to have an accident.” Komali looked like he was going to tear up, as did Medli.
“No! I can hold it! We're almost there, look there's the stai-” Medli looked in horror as she looked where the stairs were leading to Valoo's place. They had collapsed and the pieces were floating in the water below. She was so shocked that she leaked urine into her panties and had to kneel down to stem the flow.
“The stairs are gone...” Komali stared at where they should have been before turning to Medli who was still doubled over, tightly clutching her burning girlhood.
“Medli... what are we going to do?”Medli was determined to make it. She wasn't about to give up.
“Grab my waist, Komali.” She demanded, forcing the thought out of her head that she would probably wet herself from carrying him across the gap. Medli had to try.
“Wh... what? Are you sure? Medli I don't you can..” He was cut short off his sentence by the bursting Rito.
“Just do it!” She sternly demanded as she shut her teary eyes.Komali then reluctantly grabbed onto Medli's waist as tightly as he could right above her bulging bladder. Wasting no time, Medli immediately spread her concealed wings and flew as hard as she could over the gap. As soon as she took off, she felt spurts of pee escape her opening and soak her underwear as it started to drip down her legs and probably onto Komali's robes. By the time she made it to the other side, she was peeing a constant stream, unable to stop the flow. When she landed, she fell to her knees grasping her flood gates, but it was no use. She was fully wetting herself right there.
“I.. can't hold it...” Medli sobbingly said as she began crying. Komali stood behind her, watching in horror as his mortified friend had a complete accident. The urine was pouring out of the back of her dress and puddling on the cement ground under her feet for a almost a full minute. Komali was speechless, he wanted to help her but he didn't know how. He started to feel like the whole thing was his fault.
“Medli.. I'm sorry.. I caused this...” Komali walked closer to her and around the front of her body. Medli's eyes slowly opened when she heard that, though she couldn't believe it.
“Wh.. what? No you didn't...” She said in her broken up voice, tears running down her cheeks. Her eye's seemed to be having an accident of they're own.
“.. If I didn't wet the bed.. I wouldn't have taken so long in the bathroom... you could have gone sooner...” Komali didn't even notice the tiny wet spot on the bottom of his sleeve, instead he was looking down in shame.
“Komali...” Medli's shaking body slowly stood up and she looked down at the wetness on her dress where she was holding herself.
“I should have gone earlier this morning, I just kept putting it off and I forgot. I was just determined to help you today.” She looked into Komali's eyes with earnest. Her voice was still a little broken up, but she was normalizing.
“I can't tell you how much I appreciate that... you're a great friend Medli.” Komali looked to Medli with a smile.
“It makes me happy to be your friend!” Medli said happily. “But I failed myself... I'm so humiliated...” Her happiness went away as she examined her accident again.
“Medli it's okay.. you tried your best... you couldn't help it.” Komali put his arm around the embarrassed girl and hugged her. It was at this time that Medli noticed the tiny wet spot on his sleeve.
“I think... did I... pee on your sleeve?” Medli took his hand and turned it over so he could see. She looked into his eyes with worry.
“...looks like it... but don't worry I don't mind.” Komali said as he hugged her again. He didn't care that he was peed on, he was just happy that he had a friend like Medli. She smiled as she slowly hugged him back. Medli began to feel better about herself and realized how much better her bladder felt now she was empty. She sighed happily from the relief and comfort from Komali.
“Don't worry.. I won't tell anyone about it.” He said as he let go of his much relieved friend.
“Better not. Or I'll pee on you some more!” She playfully said. Komali giggled at her.
“Ha, come on, let's go see Valoo and get your wings!”Both the two Rito's eyes had dried up and they skipped happily the rest of the way to see the great Sky Spirit. After the ritual was complete and Komali had his wings, they raced each other to the bottom of the mountain. Komali won. |
This is a story that was recounted to me a while ago by a fellow physics student. I’ve taken the liberty of changing the ending to provide a more…. interesting narrative. As you can imagine all personal details and the like have all been change.
A warm feeling wafted in with the light of a fresh spring day. The sky was a vibrant baby blue and there was only the slightest hint of clouds in the otherwise picturesque spring day. Jessica shifted lightly in her bed, bringing the sheets up to cover her head and protect her from the vicious light that tried to wake her. Being an incessant insomniac, she wanted ever last ounce of sleep that she could drag from the day; frustrated with the light, Jessica finally pushed off her covers from her head and gingerly opened her eyes to see 11:38 Tuesday, November 23 emblazoned on her alarm clock. She let her head sink gently back into her pillow as she slowly closed her eyes.
Suddenly, Jessica sat up right in a near panic. Shit it’s 11:38!?! She threw off her blankets and jumped out of bed in one deft move as she quickly grabbed her glasses. Jessica rushed to her dresser and threw open the top drawer.
“Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck. I must not have set my alarm clock last night,” she gripes out loud as she took her contacts case out of the drawer. “God damn it! I must have fallen asleep while studying last night!” Jessica quickly glanced over at her bed that has her copy of Classical Mechanics by John Taylor awkwardly wedged between her bed and the wall. She proceeded to hurriedly put her contacts in while throwing off the salmon coloured cami that she had worn to bed last night.
There’s no way I’m going to make it to my exam. God damn it, why does this always happen to me? Jessica quickly grabbed the forest green tank top she had sitting on her chain and donned it, forgoing a bra in the interest of time. My 34B’s will be fine without one; I’m just taking an exam for Christ’s sake.
Jessica looked up after making sure her tank sat right to see that the clock read 11:44. Oh God no; I’m going to be late for this fucking exam. I hate this class more than anything else in the world. Jessica quickly grabbed a light grey ruffled skirt from her open closet and slid it up her bare, toned legs over the purple and pink striped bikini panties she had worn to bed that night to finally rest on her butt that was shaped by the countless hours of soccer and tennis she played. I don’t have time to change these now, I need to hurry. It’s not like anyone will know anyway. With that last thought out of her head, Jessica bolted for the door, grabbing her bag in the process.
As she was leaving her building, Jessica glanced quickly at her phone and saw that it read 11:49. Jesus Christ! The exam starts in six minutes. With a growing feeling of dread Jessica begins to head off towards the exam at a near run. If I make it to the exam in six minutes, it’ll be a fucking miracle.
As she moved away from the shelter of the building, Jessica was buffeted by a strong, brisk spring wind that droves is chilly claws deep into the very center of her being. Fuck, why didn’t bring a coat?!? She felt her nipples harden from the cold as she dashed towards the physics building. Great, the one day I decide not to wear a bra, I get to proudly display my nipples to every aroused guy in the class that so happens to want to look.
Jessica slammed her hand into her thigh at the thought of this. She was tired at constantly being hit on by every guy she came across in her classes. She absolutely despised being the only girl in her classes. It just made it far more obvious when the guys were staring at her chest or ass. As her hand moved away from her thigh, Jessica felt her hand move past her bladder and felt an immediate twinge. Great, absolutely fantastic. First I’m going to be late for my exam, now I need to pee. Could this day get possibly worse?
With this Jessica moved inside the physics building and towards her classroom where the exam was taking place. As she passed the bathroom, she paused and looked longingly. She looked up at the clock in the hall and saw that it read 12:03. The exam already started 8 minutes ago and Jessica knew that she would need the rest of the forty-two minutes remaining if she even hoped to finish the exam. Fuck it, I can wait. And with this, she scurried inside.
Professor Bridge looked up from his laptop as Jessica darted into the room, allowing the door to slam behind her.
“Sorry I’m late professor, I forgot to set my alarm and I over slept,” Jessica said as she extended her arm to receive the exam material.
“You’ve got thirty-nine minutes to work through this, no exceptions,” he balked as he handed her the exam.
Asshole! Can’t you have a heart, you old fuck? Jessica steamed as she took a seat in the back. Before she sat though, she saw the stares from the guys in her class looking at her still hard nipples from the cold. Terrific, I’m late for an exam worth forty percent of our grade, these lecherous douchebags are staring at my nipples, and I need to pee. God why does this shit always have to happen to me?
As Jessica sat down hard in her rage, she banged the side of her bladder into the desk sending waves of pressure shooting down into her nether region. Damn I really need to pee; this isn’t going to make this exam any easier. With this, she began to diligently work on the exam. Fifteen minutes of agonizing silence have gone by and Jessica’s brain and bladder felt taxed.
As Jessica, looked over the next problem she felt a sharp pain shoot down towards her vagina. I can’t even stop holding myself. This is ridiculous, I need to pee and if I get up to go, there’s no way I’ll finish the exam. She looked at the problem. A double spring pendulum being compressed. Great, a Hamiltonian problem; these are the worst. How does he even expect us to finish this in time? These take forever. He probably just wants the entire class to fail.
As Jessica contemplated how to tackle this problem, her mind concentrated on that word. “Compressible.” Why is that so important? It’s no different. With this she immediately thought of her previous classes and learning about the Bernoulli Principle and how it only applied to compressible fluids. God damn it Jessica, stop thinking about this. All it’s doing is making me need to pee worse and it’s not helping me solve this fucking problem.
With her attention reverted back to the exam, Jessica was about to start writing, when an uncontrollable spasm hits her, forcing both her hand into her lap so she can hold herself. In the process, she lets out a small, almost mouse like, squeal that was heard by the guys sitting in front of her. They turn around to look at her, taking an extended stare at her nipples that are hard from the exertion of holding. Why don’t you be more obvious you fucking perverts!!! I need to pee and all you guys can do is picture me fucking naked.
As Jessica began to write again, she clenched onto the hem of her skirt with her left hand as she gently rocked back and forth. All of a sudden, another wave of pressure hit her, and her left hand immediately darted in to control the dam of urine that was waiting to burst forth from her neatly shaven vagina. Oh God no, this can’t be happening. At that very moment, Jessica felt a single, solitary drop of pee escape her and gently slide down between her tight pussy lips before finally finding a home in the fabric of her panties. No, NO!!! I am not going to wet myself like some little three year old in the middle of my fucking college exam.
Jessica tried shifting her weight in order to relieve the pressure, but all that did was cause another, longer spurt to leave the confines of her struggling body to seek refuge in the cotton material of her panties. Oh my God. I can’t hold it anymore. I need to pee. I’m never going to finish this exam and make it out of here without embarrassing myself. Just then, a long, hot jet of her pent up pee escaped her urethra in search of her already moist panties. As it landed in its final resting place, Jessica felt the wetness spread from just in front and below her swollen pussy lips to the bottom of her butt. Jessica gasped as she rapidly moved her hand to her toned ass and felt the wet spot that was now emblazoned on the back of her skirt for the whole world to see. That’s it; I need to go to the bathroom right now. No grade is worth this discomfort and embarrassment. With this Jessica quickly gathered her things and stood up to turn in her exam and run towards the bathroom.
As she straightened up and moved, Jessica felt another hot burst of fresh pee push past her ever cracking dam and spread its wetness into her ever increasingly moist panties. A single, anonymous drop of pee slithered its way down the inside of her left thigh, snaking towards the back of her calf, before finally falling to the ground after passing through her designer flip flops. I don’t even know I can make it now. As she approached the front of the room she could almost feel the eyes of everyone beating down on her. She felt that every single person of her twenty-six person class had x-ray vision at that moment and could see the mess that was already forming in her panties. She was the first to turn in her exam; the professor accepted it, making some remark about coming in late and leaving early, but Jessica was in no state of mind to listen. She bolted from the room, allowing the door to bang loudly, but not before allowing everyone in the room to look at her hard nipples for one final time. There were even a few inquisitive students that happened to notice a small wet sport about the size of a silver dollar on the back of her skirt, but they quickly moved their eyes back to their exams which they needed to finish.
Jessica moved in quick, awkward steps down the hall towards the girl’s bathroom, leaking heavily with every step. She felt more and more pee force its way out of her with every step, and she became increasingly more frantic. Oh Lord, please don’t let me have an accident. I’m not a little girl anymore; I can’t just pee myself like that. Jessica relinquished the last shred of dignity she had as she plunger her left hand under her skirt in order to try and forestall the inevitable wetting that was going to occur. She reached the door, but as she moved to open the door with her right hand, she felt and incredibly wave of pressure that forced her to place her free right hand into the crotch of her panties to help stem the heavy leak that had flooded her panties, causing a short jet of pee to run down both her legs, and a separate one to reach the floor. Come on Jessica, you’re almost there. I can’t have an accident this close to the toilet. It’s just a little bit further now. One final dash and you’re home free. With this, she quickly pushed open the door and ran inside.
Jessica darted past the sinks in the bathroom while leaking the entire way. Her panties were now completely drenched and the front of her skirt had begun to get wet as she continued to hold herself. I’m there; I’m almost there. As Jessica turned to enter the stall she froze, and an uncontrollable urge hit her. She felt a spasm worse than she had before, making her bend her knees inwards as she felt a continuous stream of urine push past her hands, soaking her panties and skirt as she tried to stem the flow. Oh God no, no!! Why me, why ME? I was so close, I almost made it. Jessica closed her eyes as she sank to the bathroom floor, still continuing to pee. She was soaked. Her panties didn’t have a dry stop on them, her skirt felt wet and clung to her drenched legs.
Jessica felt a hot warmth on her face as she finally opened her eyes. The light beating in from her dorm window had awoken her. She looked in front of her to see her clock read 11:38 Wednesday, November 24. As she stirred, she felt something weird and not quite right.
“Oh God no, not again”
Gylfi
Thank you all for reading. This is my first story, so any criticisms would be appreciated.
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This is actually from a larger fanfic I am writing, it just so happens the first chapter has a fear wetting. If you like the story you can read the rest at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8815835/1/Death-Note-Relight-3-Will-of-a-god I will Bold the wetting and use orange font coloring so you don't have to read the whole chapter. Anyway, it's near the end so... hope you enjoy I suppose.
A dark room was illuminated only by the faint, blue glow of an alarm clock. Outside the sky was still dark, though dawn was approaching. Just within radius of the blue glow was the slumbering body of fourteen year old Melissa Young. Her budding chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern as she slept soundly. The serene scene was interrupted in an instant as her alarm blared to life and her almond shaped eyes flitted open, revealing emerald green irises with reddish brown corona bursting from around her pupil.
She groaned as she reached over to her nightstand and shut the alarm off before sitting up, revealing her black night shirt and white soffe shorts. She set her feet onto her hardwood ground and recoiled instantly at the cold surface. She sighed before setting her feet on the ground more hesitantly. She cringed slightly, but rose to her feet with a groan. She yawned loudly and stretched her arms up, arcing her back before returning to her slumped posture as she grabbed a change of clothes and made her way towards her bathroom.
She quickly stripped from her “pajamas” and stepped into the shower, running the faucet first, but instantly switching to the shower head; a big mistake. She leaped back as scalding water sprayed against her body. “Today is not my day.” She grumbled as she lowered the temperature of the water before stepping back into the stream, this time content with the water. She sighed happily as she began to wash her body and hair.
Roughly thirty minutes later Melissa was pulling on the last article of her clothing, dressed in her school uniform: dark grey thigh high socks, a red plaid skirt that stopped at her mid-thigh, a black leather belt, a white blouse and a black cropped vest with her school symbol on it, and her own signature item, black converse sneakers. After getting fully dressed she applied black eyeliner and ruby red lipstick before styling her brown hair into semi-curls. Finally satisfied with her appearance she left the confines of the steamy bathroom to grab a breakfast bar.
Melissa’s eyes surveyed the streets as she strolled to her school. The world seemed peaceful enough, but she knew the truth. The world is rotten, corrupted by its inhabitants. The world has never been perfect, perhaps not even during the age of Adam and Eve. But ten years ago… it had been so close! Kira was cleansing the world of the filth that plagued it. But in an instant his presence was snuffed out like a flame. Without warning the beacon of hope had been destroyed without reasoning. All progress to a better world was wiped away and the world returned to chaos, progressively getting worse without hope of halting. In recent years alone, the world’s crime rate had gone up twenty percent.
Her porcelain face etched itself into a scowl. She shoved her hands into her skirt pockets and continued her pace towards school. Her mom barely nearly forbid her to go out alone, frightened that some psychopath would gun her down within the ten minute walk to her school. The fear was more than unprovoked paranoia of course. A child was murdered two blocks from his school a couple weeks ago. Of course the child was from another state, but Melissa’s mother remained frightened nonetheless.
She’s frightened with good reason. The world needs salvation, or we will all find ourselves dead or corrupted. There is no one to save us, not anymore. The legal system is flawed, the law enforcement is corrupted and anyone who tries to fix the world is quickly shut down… have I always been this cynical? Her thoughts briefly changed their course as she found herself closing in to her school’s court yard.
More than a few hours later Melissa was shifting around uncomfortable within her desk. Her eyes repeatedly found themselves watching the second hand move ever so slowly as it counted down to the end of her school day. She tapped her fingers impatiently as her gaze drifted to the window. She was about to flick her eyes back towards the clock when something caught her eye. A black book plummeted towards the ground from the sky. She furrowed her brow. “Since when does it rain books?” She mused, a slight smirk forming on her lips. She raised her eyes to see where the book had possibly come from, but the sky was empty. Not even a cloud billowed through the evening sun.
Evening… winter days go to fast. Melissa was in the process of returning her gaze to the clock when the bell rang, causing a slight jump. Finally. She grabbed her back pack off the ground and hurried from the detention room. A hand caught her by the shoulder, she spun around to face the teacher charged with manning the detention.
“Maybe next time you won’t let your tardies catch up to you?” Her tone was stern, but her eyes gave away to her pleading nature. “I don’t like punishing you.” She admitted.
“Ms. Briggs, I don’t intend to be tardy. It just… sort of happens.”
“It just sort of happens a lot.” Ms. Briggs said with a slight eye roll. “Listen, Melissa you are a bright kid, but you are lazy, unmotivated, and frankly it’s a waste of your potential. You could do so many great things.” She sighed.
“Don’t worry, I don’t intend to settle for anything less than great.”
“You could have fooled me.”
Melissa sighed, her toe brushed against the ground, and her right hand grabbed her elbow as she looked away awkwardly. “I’m sorry.” Was all she could mumble.
“It’s ok.” Ms. Briggs sighed, her tone almost apologetic. “Just try and be more punctual.”
“No problem.” Melissa said, her smile returning as she left the class room. She found herself the last one on school grounds by the time she emerged into the court yard. She was about to make a bee line to the parking lot when the black book caught her eye again. “Still here, huh?” She jogged over to its spot on the grass. “Now where did you come from?” She grabbed the book, turning over to read the cover. She gasped lightly.
“D-death Note? Like the kind serial killers use to list their victims?” She reluctantly flipped through the book to find it strangely empty… except a few black pages at the front that had some strange sort of rules, written in both English and Japanese. She read the first rule. “The human whose name is written in this note shall die.” She gasped. “What is this?” She questioned, pondering if she should take it or leave it. “I guess…. I guess there is no harm in taking it home to examine.” She slipped it into her bag with nervous hesitance.
She glanced around, suspiciously before hurrying off. Her heart was racing. What am I thinking? It has to be a joke, or a gag… or a real life murderous notebook. No that’s ridiculous. How can a simple notebook cause someone to die? She shook the thoughts from her head and sped up her pace.
She found herself reading the last of the hundred and fifteen rules. “This is a detailed prank.” She said, feeling a little dizzy. “Ok so… I guess I should try it out.” She muttered. She grabbed a pen from her desk and tapped it against the first page. “But… who?” She laughed nervously. “I guess, anyone since it’s not going to work.” Can I really risk that?
Her head began to pound. She flicked on the news to a live broadcast. “Ok… uh… no emotional attachment to a Mr. Henry Truman.” She said jotting down the name onto the page, in her curly hand-writing. Her eyes returned to the screen. “One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi…” She felt a little foolish counting the seconds off to an imaginary event but kept her voice at an even count. “…Forty Mississippi.”
Nothing happened initially. “I knew it was a fa-“ Her voice broke as the handsome newscaster cried out before collapsing onto the desk… dead. “I-I-I didn’t mean to!” She cried to no one in particular. “I didn’t think it would work!” Her voice cracked as she felt tears well up into her eyes. “It’s impossible!” She rose to her feet, sending her chair rolling back. “No!” She felt a panicky sensation well up into her chest as she backed away from her desk. She fell over onto the ground, her eyes flicking from her entertainment center to her desk where the death note rested.
She felt herself begin to pant as she broke out in a cold sweat. “I killed a man… I killed someone… I Ki… I can kill someone… just by writing their name in a book…. I… Oh god what have I done… I… I…I used a notebook to kill someone…” Melissa began to hyperventilate as she felt the world spin. Her eyes narrowed as the sickening realization slowly melded into intrigue “I destroyed a life… but… Oh my God! I’m a murder!” She began to rock back in forth as she crawled up into a ball.
“No. I can’t afford to think like that. I can’t feel self-pity. Not now… I killed a guy. I can never take that back. I can’t fix things, I can’t make up for it! … can I? Can I avenge his death. No, I can’t avenge it… but can I honor it? Can I use this power for good? Killing is still killing! … Or is it? The authorities kill criminals they deem fit. C-can I do that? Do I have the right to judge others? I just killed a guy!”
Her chest began to resound with a dull ache as her shaky hands pushed herself to her feet. She returned her eyes to the damn book that caused her troubles. “What the hell did you do?” She screamed at it. “You killed a person! What are you?” Her throat began to throb as she continued her break down. “You weren’t supposed to work!” She collapsed to the ground. “I’ve become a killer… I’ve become… Kira.” The name, the one that was once feared above all, had entered her head at random.
“Is this how the great Kira killed?” She pondered aloud. “The angel of death, who could kill with nothing more than a name and a face, used a death note. It has to be! How else could anyone kill so many criminals? Kira used a death note to rid this world of corruption, and now I have possession of a death note. Was it a mistake? A coincidence? No. It has to be fate.”
“ I have the power to kill someone just by picturing their face and writing their name down… maybe I killed an innocent man… but I can make up for it. With this power, I can create a better world. I can improve society; I can rid it of evil, of ignorance… of weakness.” A shadow crossed her face in an ominous manner. “I was given this power for a reason. Fate chose me to eliminate the world of the darkness binding it.” She rose to her feet. “And I will accept the burden that fate has put upon me.”
She yawned, and her posture relaxed. “But first… I guess I’m going to sleep.” She chuckled lightly as she stripped from her school uniform and replaced it with cheetah print pajama pants and a black t-shirt before collapsing into her bed. She practically fell asleep the second her eyes closed.
The next day Melissa found herself dressed in a similar school outfit, once again shifting restlessly in her seat, this time; however, she wasn’t in detention. She was simply in her last class of the school day. A small trace of guilt mingled with her impatience, but she brushed it off and focused her thoughts on righting her wrong. According to the death note it was impossible to bring back someone from the dead, but making sure the reporter didn’t die in vain… that would fix things. He had been a test, and now that she was aware of the power she possessed Melissa could save the world from its corruption.
She tapped her pencil against her desk as she tried to decide who to kill… the word seemed a little dark to her. Perhaps remove was more fitting? No that would be sugar coating it. She sighed audibly. Does this make me a murderer? Obviously… but I guess I will have to be a murderer if it means saving the world. She leaned back in her chair, her hair splayed out on the empty desk behind her. She crossed her legs around the ankles as she gazed at the ceiling. Who to start with? Her thoughts returned to the trivial matter of who her first criminal victim shall be. Decision, decisions. An amused half smirk crossed her face as she stared at the ceiling.
The bell rang, signaling the end of school. And the beginning to a new era. Melissa slowly gathered her things, playfully torturing herself as she prolonged her first cleanse. Cleanse. That’s right; I am cleansing the world of evil. She slipped her text bugs into her bag and strolled from the class room. She drew one strap of her bag across her shoulder and let the other dangle as she left school grounds. Who knows. A new thought began to form in her brain. Maybe that newscaster was a reporter by night, criminal by day. Who says that the bad guys have to adopt the shadows of night? She smirked as her own fabricated explanation erased all shreds of guilt from her adolescent mind.
“Hey Melissa!” A teenage males voice called out. Melissa slowed her steps, her way of inviting company without stopping all together. “Hey.” A breathless, dark haired boy said catching up to her.
“I hope you didn’t run all this way for me, Tod.” Melissa flashed her signature half smirk.
“Actually I did.” The handsome sophmore boy admitted. “But with good reason.”
“Oh?”
“Well… I… well you see, I kind of have this crush on you.”
Whoa. Melissa stopped walking as her cheeks burned. Is a boy hitting on you… rather bluntly, all it takes to get you flustered? She asked herself. Kira must be rolling in his grave. You think you’d be used to this thing by now.
“I see.” Melissa squeaked. Melissa Young, master of seduction.
Tod chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies this weekend?” He asked.
Does Kira date? If it was at all possible her cheeks turned an even brighter shade of red as her ears joined in on the burning. She bit her lip, somewhat flirtatiously as she weighed her options. “What do I got to lose?” She asked aloud. She blushed at the possible suggestion he could make.
“Great. I’ll pick you up at seven on Saturday then?”
“Sounds like a plan.” She smiled.
And the goddess of the new world gets a date. She stopped for a moment as Tod bid her a farewell. “Goddess, huh?” She smirked and resumed her gait.
“Time to find a victim.” Melissa smirked as she flicked through the news channels till she found a savory victim.
“Alleged serial killer Edward Millton has just been apprehended and will be transported to Pine City Fedral Jail where he will await a court date.” Melissa’s eyes rolled over to the latest picture of said killer.
“Wrong. He has already been judged.” An evil glint filled Melissa’s eyes.
“Edward Millton, Heart Attack. 9:35 PM September 19th 2017” The words were scrawled in red ink in the death note. The killer would be given twenty minutes of life before he would die; plenty of time to get to the prison. Now for the details. “Edward admits to killing all the so-called Sister Slayer’s victims.” Melissa smiled. Her first victim was a truly sinister one. He had killed in pairs; his victims were always pre-adolescent sisters.
“Edwards, your reign of terror is over.”
Three more days had passed. Three more days’ worth of criminals died and Melissa found herself at her desk on Friday night adding even more names to the death note. A single lamp illuminated her desk as she jotted down the name of a convicted rapist, setting him to die of a simple heart attack. A chill ran down her spine, but she ignored it as she surfed the internet for another victim.
Something cleared its throat. Melissa jumped out of her seat and turned towards her far wall. A tall silhouette hugged the shadows. The only discernible feature Melissa could make out was two glowing dots. She took a step back.
“W-who are you?” Her voice shook.
“I believe the proper term is what.” A cold voice called out from the shadows. He stepped out from the shadows and a shriek emerged from Melissa. A tall skeletal monster loomed before her. A sinister grin was perpetual drawn across its face. Near empty eye sockets glared at her, red, ember like pupils glowed in a menacing manner in her direction. Brown hair spiked back from behind a black bandana and goggles. A menacing hammer that appeared to be constructed from bones hung across his back .
Melissa was utterly terrified. Another shriek escaped her lips and she tumbled backwards. She pushed herself against the far corner of the wall, keeping as much distance from the monster and herself.
“What are you?” She managed to choke out as her eyes darted to the death note. Damn! My only weapon! Panic swelled in her chest as she tore her gaze from him and began to gasp and scream in utter fear. She became aware of something warm and wet begin to soak her butt and legs. Oh god! He got me! I’m bleeding. She didn’t try to reason how he couldn’t have possibly cut her from that distance, but she was near hysterics.
The warmth spread across her lap and past her knees. That’s too much blood! She panicked as she risked a glance down, to find her cheetah print pajama pants soaked with dark wet stains expanding from the inside of her thighs to her crotch, seeping downwards to beneath her. A brief moment of confusion crossed her face as the sickly bittersweet scent of urine waferred upwards into her nostrils. The next thing she noticed was the pale yellow puddle expanding beneath her, soaking her legs further.
A blush cut across her cheeks for a moment till her attention returned to the monster, now closer. She couldn’t even scream now and only gaped at the monster as she wet herself in fear. She shut her eyes and waited to die, after what felt like of eternity with only the sound and feel of warm urine soaking her pants and spaying across her floor she opened her eyes to find herself alive, albeit soaked.
“I must have made a huge mistake in who I gave my death note to.” The monster spoke cynically.
“A-are you the Shinigami, whose coming was foretold to me by the death note.”
“Obviously.” He scowled.
“Are you here to kill me?”
“No. I came here to… accompany you. Of course I didn’t think you would be a fourteen year old girl only capable of wetting yourself.”
“Shut Up!” Melissa yelled, rising to her feet. “I am Kira!”
His eyes widened, almost in amusement. “I suppose I can give you a chance. Don’t expect me to ever lend you a hand. You have to earn my assistance.” He scowled.
“So then… Kira did kill with a death note.”
“Yes, he did.” The Shinigami said as he picked up the notebook.
“The same one as this?”
“I don’t believe so.”
Bummer. “So… I can still continue his legacy.”
“I hope so.”
“You don’t say much, do you?”
“Not particularly. You on the other hand are quite loud. How come your parents haven’t come to check on you after you just screamed your head off?” He wondered aloud.
“They aren’t home at the moment.”
“Lucky you.” He said, sprouting ugly black wings as he began to hover. “Well, I am going to rest.” He said floating through the ceiling without another word.
Melissa relaxed immediately with a loud sigh. “Well… that was terrifying.” She muttered as she noticed the sounds of urine dropping from the back of her legs. She glanced down to find another puddle on the ground and a set of wet footprints leading from her large puddle.
She blushed brightly as she stripped from her urine soaked clothing. “Gross.” She muttered as she set about cleaning her mess.
I hope I didn't waste your time with this:P |
Oh how the mighty have fallen. Encased in stone, yet again, his brief stint at freedom brought to an abrupt end by six young ponies and their magic jewelry. If he hadn’t been covered in stone, he’d have sneered sarcastically. Instead, however, he could do none of that. He sat, his face frozen in a ridiculous pose. He had nearly unlimited power, and had been brought down by a group of school fillies. It was nothing short of unbelievable.
The most frustrating thing about the stone though wasn’t the lack of freedom of movement itself, as trying as that was. It was that his body still felt everything as it had promptly before being frozen. An itch seemed to be permanently on his nose, and nothing he did would ever let him scratch it. He thought he felt a bug on his neck, and he had no method of swiping it away. Perhaps the most frustrating thing of all though, was that he, Discord, the Lord of Chaos, the Spirit of Disharmony, had neglected to use the restroom prior to being encased in stone.
He had to pee. Badly. This wasn’t a case of ‘Oh, well, I’ll find a bathroom later.’ He had been about to go prior to being ‘frozen’ so to speak, because it had finally become too strong of an urge to ignore and even the embodiment of Chaos was subject to basic needs. If it hadn’t been for Twilight Sparkle and her lousy lot, he’d have been able to quietly (or maybe loudly, with fireworks and fanfare) relieve himself and then get back to his beloved disorder and disarray. Instead, however, he’d been trapped in stone, his bladder stuck in its impossibly full condition for Celestia only knew how long, desperate for some relief from the ache.
Not that he was in any danger of an accident, by any means. He was in stone, after all. But the urge was incessant and unending. He couldn’t grab himself, couldn’t go, couldn’t even change positions. Anything to make it slightly easier to bear was out of his reach.
Days would bleed into weeks or months, maybe even years, he had no way of knowing, but his urge never lessened. He wished desperately to at least squirm, to shift positions, to do something, anything to make holding back all the urine that had been in his bladder at the time of being coated in stone feel a little more bearable, but to no avail.
The worst thing of all though had to be when it rained. It didn’t even rain chocolate milk like during his short reign. It poured down water, torrents of it, dumped onto his body, taunting him. He could feel the cool liquid falling all over his body, running down the stone, between his legs and… IT WASN’T FAIR! EVEN THE BLASTED SKY GOT RELIEF! The sky got relief whenever it wanted (or at least whenever the Pegasus weather teams deemed it appropriate, but at least it got that release in some form!), the animals in the garden could go whenever they pleased, even the guards disgraced themselves in such a manner from time to time, thinking no one was around (but he saw, oh, he saw.).
Discord, however, got no such courtesies. He was made to bear the watching the others, feeling it on one occasion when a guard got particularly cocky (He’d remember that guard too, for when he got out.), and he could do nothing about his own urge. The worst part of being encased in stone wasn’t any of the things one would have thought. It was that simple need to pee that he had no method of fixing.
More time passed, his need for release seeming to be a permanently uncomfortable state, when he felt an itch on his left ear. His first instinct, of course, was to twitch it, try and flick off anything that had landed there. So he did.
And then he blinked.
Stone fell away from his ear and eyes. He twic
The stone on his ear came off. He twitched his other ear. The stone on it fell away as well. He went to crack his neck, and more stone cracked apart from his body. This continued down his body until finally, even the last of the rock on the end of his tail came off. The Lord of Chaos shook himself, dust flying in all directions. For one glorious moment, he breathed in deeply, absorbing all the world had to offer as he gazed almost lovingly at Celestia’s garden, when that oh so pressing urge that had plagued him in the stone reared its head. The Spirit of Disharmony did the only thing he could think of. His hands flew to his crotch, applying pressure, as he skittered off to the bushes to relieve himself in, not caring how undignified it was for a creature such as himself.
This was precisely how he realized that despite all the other rock coming off his body, some of it hadn’t. The slightest bit of himself had been protruding when he’d been encased, and that slightest bit on just the tip was still there, preventing him from the pee he so badly wanted. Cursing, he set about attempting to gingerly break the stone off. He found this to be much more difficult than he’d anticipated, at least without hurting anything, not to mention whilst constantly moving.
At last, the stone came off the end of Discord’s cock, and he stood still. All his muscles relaxed as finally, FINALLY, after however long he’d been trapped, he was able to just let go. His stream started weak, but quickly gained speed, falling upon the bushes and ground. The Embodiment of Chaos moaned in relief as urine gushed out of his body, in what was very likely the most relieving pee of his incredibly long lifetime.
Minutes later, he stood in Celestia’s royal garden, with just the slightest urge left as he closed in on finishing his desperately sought relief, when he heard hooves on pavement. Instantly, Discord ducked down and cut off his flow to his great distaste, having no desire to be seen should it prove to be one of the royal sisters. Likely Luna, given that it was night, but it could have been either. When the pony came into sight, the Draconequus grinned. It was the guard that had thought it so appropriate to urinate on he, the Lord of Chaos. Discord snapped the fingers on his chicken hand, appearing right next to the guard.
“Why hello there, my good gentlecolt. How goes your rounds this evening?” He asked, grinning evilly. He snapped again, taking himself and the guard back to where he’d just peed, and threw the pony to the ground. The guard attempted to get back up, his training coming to him just a split too late as Discord’s lizard foot came down on his chest, pinning him to the urine-soaked ground.
“Let’s see how you like it.” Discord murmured, as he released the rest of his pee onto the other pony, covering the entire body. The guard member was quite quickly drenched from head to hoof in the last of Discord’s urine.
The Spirit of Disharmony chuckled. “I’m normally not one for such petty revenge, but you seemed like you needed it. Now, I’m going to be on my way. Feel free to go tell whoever you need to tell that I’ve escaped, but you might want to wash off first.”
He snapped his hand again, and disappeared before the Guard, leaving the bewildered pony struggling to his hooves and staring in shock, whilst simultaneously trying to shake some of the pee from his coat and mane.
What now? Mused Discord. The Everfree was the natural choice. It was huge and easy to hide in, somewhere he was unlikely to be found while he plotted his revenge. This time he’d be smarter. This time he wouldn’t get caught in stone. Perhaps most importantly, however, was that he’d need to get even with those damned ponies that had done this to him in the first place, and he had a pretty good idea of how.
(( I'll add more to this depending on reception to this first chapter. It'll also be subject to edits. This is very much the first draft stage.)) |
Alright, I've decided to do a fanfiction of my favorite Japanese anime which actually goes all the way back to the 1970s.
A robot cat has come to help Nobita because he is always getting in trouble by his mom for poor grades, bullied by Jian because he is basically a coward and weak, and given problems by all sorts of other things.
The robot cat that has come back to help him attempts to help him, but it being set up by a kid, it's solutions are not really perfect and well, I hope this takes off here as I put in my own tweaks in this loveable anime to give his crush a few embarrassing moments.
Now, no a side note, Doraemon has actually had one wetting scene in it where Nobita, the main character actually wet himself because he had tried to get away from his mom by making her climb too many stairs through one of the gadgets that was provided by Doraemon, but then when he has to use the bathroom, he finds that he has to run all the way down the stairs and doesn't make it, and to make it worse, his crush happened to be on the stairs at the time!
Well, without further ado...
Doraemon
Episode 1: (Not original, but my fan fic 1)
"Nobita!" his mom was calling his name yet again because of something. Not wanting to even know why he was being summoned by his mom, he hid out upstairs in his room pretending to do homework at his desk so his mom wouldn't guess that he was just ignoring her.
"Jeez," he thought to himself. "It's not even an hour after school, and already mom is yelling at me for something. Can't she ever take a break and just watch television or something?"
Nobita has an average frame which appeared quite weak, he had round glasses that made him look like a nerd, and he wasn't particularly good at sports or anything else as far as anyone could tell, but still, he seemed very friendly, and even put up with the bullies of his life calling them friends.
"There you are," his mom finally came up and found him studying. "Why are you studying?" she asked him with suspicion thick in her throat.
"Because you told me to do so after school every day," he said coyly not looking up from his Kanji (spelling) homework.
"Don't get sly with me, young man. You know you never do what you're supposed to unless you are trying to avoid taking responsibility for something else that you think you are in trouble for."
"I don't even know what I did," he mumbled down at the floor.
"This," his mom produced his latest Social Studies test result. "Your teacher was sure you would try to hide it, so he hand delivered it to me so I would see it."
"Oh," he scratched the back of his head unconsciously. That was the test he forgot to study for and had scored only like ten points on.
"Oh? Is that all you can say?" she asked him. "Well, your teacher has been kind enough to decide that you can take the test again tomorrow at recess, but that means you need to study for it this time, so get your books out and study for it."
"All right, all right, I am."
Nobita dug into his books looking for his notes on the prefectures of Japan. Yes, is a fifth grader, and just as American kids learn about the States of America in fifth grade, so too, do they learn about the Prefectures of Japan. There are 47 such 'States' in Japan split among four main Islands and Okinawa as the 47th. Hokkaido is the largest and takes up the norther Island completely.
Now, as Nobita studied the states, something quite disturbing and life altering happened. He was just looking over the norther region of Honshu Island when he heard some thumping in his closet to the left of his study area. Now it should be mentioned that at this point, his room had no visible bed, and except for the desk situation near the window of his bedroom, the room seemed lacking of furniture. the floor had a special carpet made of straw on it called Tatami. Because of this, slippers are strictly prohibited in that room.
Curious as the thumping in the closet, and not one to like studying too much, the easily distracted Nobita walked to the closet and opened it to find a blue robotic cat with a white belly and face staring at him. In the belly of the robotic cat, there was a pocket that seemed quite prominent enough to draw his attention. He stared at it as he started to question this robotic alien about its origins and its purpose there.
"Where are you from?" Nobita asked the first question that came to mind.
"I am from about three generations into your future," the robotic cat replied. "My name is Doraemon, and because of your family's needs, your grandson has built me and sent me into the past to help you."
"My grandson?" Nobita asked bemused. "You have to be kidding me. You are probably some prank set up by Jian or Suneo!"
"I'll have you know I'm a state of the art machine for my day of age, and that I can help you."
"Really? Well I have a test tomorrow, so I need to learn the 47 'States' of Japan before then. I think you should just go back to wherever you are from so I can study."
"No! I was sent her to help you, and I will help you!"
The cat then reached into its pocket and pulled out a map of Japan.
"What is that? I already have a map of Japan so I don't see what that's going to do."
"This map is magic. You can look at it anytime you want, but no one else will know what you are looking at. You can take it to school with you tomorrow, so you can pass your test without studying the rest of the night."
"Really?" Nobita asked daring to hope. "But you could be planted her by Suneo to deceive me and make me fail tomorrow. I will pass that test."
"How about you try it out?" Doraemon insisted. "Go down stairs and show it to your mom. She won't be able to see it."
"Alright, then, I will." Nobita said chuckling to himself.
(From mother's perspective):
"Nobita, what are you doing out of your room? Aren't you supposed to be studying?"
"Yes mom," he answered as he held a fist out to her. "What do you think I have in my hand?"
His mom seeing his closed fist but nothing there, shook her head.
"I have no Idea, Nobita, but you better get back to the books."
"I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry. Alright, if I agree to make you a snack, will you go to your room and study."
"Yes, but first, will you show me where Fukushima is on this map?"
She still saw nothing in his hand.
"What map?"
"The one I'm holding right here!" And he shook his fist at her.
"Well, open your hand so I can see the map then," his mom said thinking maybe he had it balled up in his hands. He was really clumsy about folding stuff and tended to just ball them up in his bag when he left school.
"I am showing you my map. Don't you see it?"
"Alright, enough play. Go upstairs and go study or I will forget about making your snack."
(Back to Nobita):
"Wow, she really didn't see the paper," he frowned at it. "Does it really work?"
He walked into the bedroom and saw the blue cat now looking over his homework.
"You do know that half of these answers are wrong, don't you?"
"What? Who told you to snoop at my math?"
"Like I said, I was told to help you."
"Sure. So tell me the trick with the map. Why can't my mom see it?"
"I told you, it's magic. You just make sure to keep a hold of it or you will lose it. When you aren't using it, just put it in your text book folded in half and then you can find it. If you don't put it exactly in half and in a text book when you are finished with it though, you will lose it."
"Wow, really? Do it can disappear from view?"
"Yup. Here, give it to me."
Nobita gave it to Doraemon, and as soon as Doraemon took it, the paper disappeared.
"See?"
Nobita nodded. "Cool!"
Doraemon handed it back to him and then sat down.
"I'm really hungry," Doraemon said. "Time travel really makes you feel starved."
"Well, mom is bringing up a snack soon, so you can have some with me when she gets it up here."
"Great."
Doraemon, not sure that the quiz problem was solved opened his math to see what Doraemon was talking about with half of his answers being wrong.
He scratched his head and looked up at the cat.
"Which ones are wrong?"
"Are you really so helpless?" the robot cat asked. "I can't believe what I've gotten sent back to!"
"Hey! For a mechanical cat, maybe this stuff is easy, but I'm a kid! Give me a break!"
"Fine. Let me see, and I'll circle the wrong answers."
Nobita gave him the notebook, and when he got it back, only five of twenty problems were not circled.
"What is this? I thought you said half of them were wrong."
"Well, I said at least half. That was as far as I'd gotten read when you came and caught me looking."
"Well, fine."
He sat the notebook on his desk and closed it.
"What are you doing? Aren't you going to fix them?"
"Nope. Now I know they're wrong, I'll know what answers not to put," he smiled. "It's just so I do good on tests. So now I will know that those answers are not what I will answer on a test."
Doraemon wanted to roll his mecanical eyes, but he found that he really couldn't do that because of being a robot.
"Oh, is that your mom?" the cat looked up at the woman coming into the room.
"Wow, what's that?" his mom screamed at the robotic cat.
"I'm Nobita's new robot cat," he said extending a show bow to the mother. "I'm going to help him this year."
His mom, a bit curious, poked a finger at the cat's head and found it hard like metal.
"You really are a robot?"
"Yes ma'am. I am a present for Nobita."
"I see. Well, as long as you are a robot, what do we have to do to take care of you?"
"Oh, I can eat human food for energy, and I don't need very much since it takes very little to refuel me. I'm starved now because I just came back through time."
"Through time?" she looked skeptical now. "Is someone using a microphone or something to talk for this thing?"
She looked at Nobita.
"Where did it come from?"
He pointed at the closet.
"It's no use looking in there...."
But it was too late, Nobita's mom was already opening the closet to only find the bedding stuff neatly folded there.
Not knowing what to make of it, she just walked out of the bedroom back downstairs.
"Well, since my homework is done, maybe we can go out and see what my friends are doing," Nobita said to Doraemon. "I bet they'd like to meet you."
"Sure, why not?"
The robot reached into his pocket and pulled out two caps with propellers on the top.
"What are these for?" Nobita asked.
"Watch."
Doraemon put one down on the desk and took one putting it on his own head and then opened the window flying out through it.
"Wow! ARe you saying that I can fly with this?"
"That's right," the cat said a bit excited.
Nobita put it on, and opened the window wondering what he'd have to do, but it seemed almost automatic as he was lifted into the air at the very thought of flying.
"Wow! This is so cool!"
"I thought you'd like that. So, where do you want to go?"
"How about to the park?" Nobita asked.
"Alright, but things are different in the future. You'll have to show me where it is."
(Sorry, no wetting yet, but I will get to it as soon as I can): |
Continued ep1As the two flew around the corner to the neighborhood park, Nobita saw Jian and Suneo talking about something. He knew that more than likely, Jian was trying to bully Suneo into giving him something or do something for him by the way Jian was raising his right fist right in front of Suneo's face, and Suneo was shaking his head cautiously. He was glad at the moment, he was up here and out of reach of the bigger 'giant' of a kid.
"Doraemon! That's Jian and Suneo!"
"So, those are your neighborhood bullies," he said loudly enough that Jian looked up.
"Hey, how are you staying up there?" he Jian yelled up at them forgetting about Suneo who was now creeping away. "How dare you spy on us like that. If you come down here, I'll teach you manners about spying on people."
Nobita stuck out his tongue and pulled his left eye down with a finger saying 'Akabe!'
This was some form of taunt that Jian really didn't like. He bent down and picked up a rock.
Knowing how deadly on target Jian was with throwing things, Nobita immediate flew away to find something else to do. There would be nothing to gain by pestering Jian any longer.
"Nobita!" Doraemon called after him as he flew to catch up. "Do you really have to incite him by saying such careless things? It doesn't exactly make you seem your age, you know."
"What do you know?" Nobita respond with a frown. "Jian doesn't need to be incited, he is always looking for an excuse to be an ass. I was just getting back at him while he can't reach me."
Doraemon stuck a hand to his head as if to say 'why me?'
Nobita laughed and when he looked down, he saw something that really did make him happy. Shizuka was actually outside for once. Between her juku studies, her piano practices, and her shopping trips with her mom not to mention her like for taking baths, it was a rare treat to see her actually outside. He flew down to around the corner so he could walked around it and 'accidentally' bump into her.
Doraemon shook his head at this approach. Nobita was so predictable.
"Oh, Shizuka! You're out today?"
"Uh huh. My mom says I need some fresh air, so she told me to go play, but until now, I really didn't know what to do."
"I know what we can do," Nobita said excitedly. "I want you to meet my new friend."
"A new friend?"
"Uh huh! Doraemon!"
Doraemon sighed and came down next to them.
"It's a blue... man-like cat," Shizuka stated in shock.
"I know. He's actually a kind of magical robot. And guess what! We can fly!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, just watched."
Nobita put on his 'copter' cap and took off into the air.
"Wow!" Shizuka looked up excitedly. "I wish I could do that!"
"You can," Doraemon smiled. "Here."
He handed her another 'copter' cap from his pocket.
"Let's go look around or something," Nobita called to Shizuka once the three of them were air borne.
"Alright. How about we go towards our school? I've always wondered what it looked like when no one was there."
"Sure."
Doraemon followed closely behind them as the two children giggled cutely.
The wind blew at Shizuka's red and blue dress as she flew through the air, and though Nobita would have liked to be behind her for other reasons, she was just as happy being next to her holding her hand. He always wondered what he magic of wearing a dress was, and since it was always longer to her knees, he had never had the opportunity to see Shizuka's panties thought he kind of wanted to. Maybe he was a pervert, but it didn't matter. He wasn't trying to look now.
They flew into the fenced in yard and look around at the empty grounds.
"It's kind of spooky," Shizuka said in a whisper. "Kind of like we aren't supposed to be here or something."
"I don't think we are," Nobita said. "But what's the harm? It's not like we're breaking into the building, and no one is around to scold us, so let's just play."
Shizuka nodded and ran off towards the monkey bars to climb on them.
Nobita hated climbing as much as he hated any other physical activity, but he went along with her and started to play on the bars as well, hoping she might make a mistake and accidentally show him her panties or something, but not know it. He wouldn't want her to be embarrassed, he was just curious about what it looked like under there.
Doraemon walked over to the monkey bars too, but he yawned.
"What is it?" Nobita came over to check on his new friend.
"Oh, it's just that these are boring," Doraemon said with a frown.
"What do you mean?" Nobita asked as he squatted down to talk.
Shizuka, noticing that the boys were no longer climbing, also came down to sit in a squat next to them.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Doraemon says that the jungle gym is boring."
"Oh, I see. Well, what does he want to do then?"
Doraemon perked up.
"Do you really want to know?" he asked as he reached into his large pocket in the center of his stomach.
The kids, curious now, nodded.
He pulled out a door from his pocket and set it on the ground in front of them.
"What is this?" Shizuka asked not understanding. "What's so fun about a door?"
"Watch," Doraemon answered opening it inward.
Now, from where they were, they would just imagine that it should reveal the space on the other side of it, but what was actually inside it, was not the playground behind it. There was something more like fun land of sorts.
"Wow, where is this?"
"It's called Playland," Doraemon responded happily. "It has all the toys and interesting playground equipment that you can imagine in it."
"Wow!" Nobita's eyes were as big as silver dollars. "Can we really go in there?"
"Of course," Doraemon smiled. "Just go on in and play as long as you like."
Shizuka looked around, her eyes as wide as Nobita's.
"This is wonderful!" she exclaimed after a few minutes of taking everything in. |
Still Ep 1
"PLay Land with Doraemon"(Sorry about the long waits, and the amount it is taking to finish one epistode)
Nobita pulled at Shizuka's hand and they ran through the door, finding that every step they took kind of made them bounce. The ground seemed to be like the floor of a bouncing castle. And as they ran, or rather, bounced down the road, they could see a jungle gym that was actually moving. It was quite a bit more challenging to climb on something that moves than it was something stationary. They also saw a sand box with fairly large and elegantly made sand castles in them. The castles were so large, in fact, that they could actually go through the doors, and found rooms made of sand.
"Wow," Exclaimed Shizuka. "This really is better!"
Nobita found one sand castle that looked like a battleship of sorts.
"I am the captain. Assemble, crew!" he called to Shizuka and Doraemon. "Want this ship shipshape and ready to sail!"
Doraemon nodded and pulled out of his pouch a small bottle that he poured on the ground.
Moments later, a few men made of sand sprang up and started to prepare the ship for movement. To both Nobita's and Shizuka's amazement, the ship actually started to lift from the ground, and not one ounce of the flooring was lost. It was starting to fly!
"Wow!" Shizuka clapped her hands. "This is... wow!"
Doraemon smiled.
Nobita then walked around until he found a small room with a bed and some chairs made from sand. He sat on the bed and Shizuka and Doraemon sat in chairs.
"This is a pirate ship, captain, so what are your orders?" Doraemon said to Nobita.
"A Pirate ship?" he asked smiling. "Well, look for treasure, or someone to take some from, then," Nobita called out.
"Aye aye," and Doraemon stood up and went to the desk made of sand taking a map from a drawer which happened to open despite being made of sand.
Nobita, curious, scooted to the edge fo the bed and then stood up so he could go see the map.
"We are here," Doraemon pointed on the map. "We should be able to find some ships to attack in this location."
"Great!"
Shizuka sighed.
"What's wrong?" Nobita asked her.
"I'm just not interested in pirates," she sighed.
"Oh, sorry. What would you be interested in?" Nobita asked her.
Doraemon shook his head.
"I don't know, but something a little less violent like a concert recital or something."
"As long as it's you and not Jian," Nobita winked at her.
They both had to giggle at that.
"Well, should I set the sand ship down then?" Doraemon asked them.
"Yes, please," Shizuka nodded. "And direct me to the nearest bathroom too."
Nobita smiled imagining her taking another bath. But the word she used in Japanese did not mean bath, but toilet room.
"Oh, um..." the metal blue cat looked at them apologetically. "For that, we'll have to leave the playland."
"What?" asked Nobita. "Why?"
"Well, some things are not supported by a robotic's imagination. I don't even think of those kinds of things because I never need them."
Shizuka nodded.
"Well, then set us down and open the door so we can go home."
Draemon nodded.
The sand ship started towards the ground, and Shizuka sat in the chair holding her hands in her lap. It seemed to be taking quite sometime for the ship to land.
Nobita sat back on the bed.
"Shizuka?"
"Yes, Nobita?"
"Why don't you like pirates?"
"Um... I don't know. It just seems like a lot of killing all the time."
"But what if I said that there's a love plot in pirate stories?"
"What if there is?" she looked back at him.
"Well, isn't that what girls like? Romance?"
"I suppose some of us do, but what I like is music."
"Yeah, right."
The Sand ship was still slowly descending.
"I know," Nobita said after a moment. "What if what we were seeking was not treasure and gold, but talented concert performers?"
Shizuka looked up at him. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, what if we didn't go to war for gold, but we instead looked for talented musicians to entertain us?"
"What about killing?"
"Well, we wouldn't want to kill them because we'd want them to entertain us."
"That's not what I meant. I know that part," Shizuka stared at him.
"Well, we wouldn't be pirates if there wasn't some fighting. Can't you give in a little?"
"I suppose. But I really need to get to a toilet before I can agree to anything."
"Doraemon! Why can't you make a ship with a toilet on it? You are too insensitive!"
The blue cat shrugged its shoulders.
"I'm just not made that way. I don't understand the principal of needing to go to a place with water, and adding more water to it from your own body."
"Well, hurry up and land. Shizuka has to go."
"Aye aye. We are working on it. Of course, we don't really need to land."
Nobita looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"We could just exit the door while the ship is still in the air."
"Why didn't you say that before? Shizuka really needs to go now. Open the door!"
The blue cat chuckled and pulled out his door.
Shizuka hated that Nobita was making it a bigger deal than it was. It wasn't like she was going to wet her pants, or so she hoped. She wasn't like dancing around, at least not yet.
The cat opened the door, and Nobita and Shizuka walked back out into the school yard. Doraemon followed them.
"Well, where do you want to go now?" he asked them.
"Home," Nobita said.
"Yeah, but which home?"
Nobita looked at him wondering what other trick he had up his sleeve.
"This is a doko demo door! That means it can open anywhere you want it to."
"You mean, we can go directly to Shizuka's house?"
"That's right, even right to her bedroom or her bathroom if you wanted."
"Yeah, open it to her toilet room then."
"You better not look!" Shizuka yelled at Nobita.
"Don't worry! We'll go home after you go in the bathroom."
"Alright," Shizuka said not really trusting them, but just the same glad they could get her home before her bladder became a problem.
End episode 1:
No one has wet yet... sorry.
Hope you might want to see episode 2 soon. |
Yes, yes, yes - I have finally managed to complete a story! *Feeling pretty good about myself* :)
Ok , I'm sorry for the enthusiasm, but so many of my stories have ended in writer's block, that it feels really good too actually complete one.
A special credit goes out to pdeferred, whose amazing stories have inspired me to come up with my scenario. Thanks!
Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation, holding and wetting and some very very mild male desperation.
- - FIFTH DATE RULE - -
As I drove my small rusty car towards the towns’ Christmas fair, I wondered how my night with Jess would end. On our first date, I had bought her a cosy romantic dinner at her favourite restaurant - on our second date, she had taken me to the zoo. On our third, we had been to the bowling center and on the fourth date Jess had cooked for me at her place. And tonight - our fifth date - I would pick her up from work and take her to the movies.
Our first fourth dates went pretty well - I mean, we certainly liked each other and loved spending time together, as far as I was concerned - Jess really was something. Though I would have never admitted it, I had fallen for her and was nervously hoping that she felt the same way about me. I could have really imagined myself being in an - undeveloped - relationship with her. There was just this small thing... after four solid extensive dates, we had not yet... kissed - I mean - there were a few polite kisses on the cheek, and I had amusingly kissed her hand once, but up till now, the taste of her lips was still unknown to me.
It was nothing that I was really concerned about, I had never cared about those so called “date rules” anyway, but I was getting a little bit insecure about the reason why we didn’t kiss yet. Was it because Jess was a little shy - she really was - or was it because she didn’t truly want me - but then why would she agree to go on another date - or was there another obscure reason? It’s not that I hadn’t tried to kiss her - on our fourth date, in her comfortable couch, we were pretty close - but the moment our cheeks had touched, she had turned her head away. It wasn’t a deal breaker for me, it was just that I was hoping for a little more - I mean, in my last relationship, I had gotten to second base with my ex after just two dates. I could easily wait for a girl like Jess - I would even go on twenty more dates if I had to - I was just afraid that she wasn’t really interested in me. Shy Jess - insecure me.
Either way, I was thrilled to go on another date with her - we’ve had so much fun in the last four ones. I parked my car and walked towards the fair - 6:59 PM, her shift would end in just a single insignificant minute. I walked up to the coffee stand where she was serving coffee, and she waved at me from a far distance - almost if she had been waiting for me in the last half hour instead of working. I waved back and I couldn’t stop smiling; she was the prettiest coffee girl I had ever seen - chestnut brown curly hair just hanging above her shoulders, brown sensual eyes, a cute face, wearing her all-green coffee stand uniform; a simple T-shirt and a tight green skirt which was really showing off her slim thighs, and a brown apron to cover her front body.
“Hi Jess!”
“Hi! There you are, just in time - I have just served my last coffee for today!”
“Great! So um... do I drag you over the counter, or do you guys from the coffee place also have a back door?” Jess smiled.
“No you silly,” she replied, “I have to change my uniform, too! Just wait there!”
“You don’t have to change for me, you look great....” I complimented her, and I didn’t even had to lie. She - did - look great. She smiled again.
“Thanks, but I really am going to change. Just...”
She left my sight, and invited me to join her in the back of the coffee stand a few seconds later, explaining that she didn’t want me to stand out there in the cold while I would wait for her. Even though the weather was quite warm for the time of the year, I gladly accepted her offer - just out of sheer curiosity for the magic happening in the back of a coffee stand - I simply couldn’t refuse a smile like hers. I followed her into a small place, which happened to be the storage - slash - dressing room, and she offered me a chair and an instruction to sit down while she would change her outfit.
I wondered where she would modify her clothing, this - was - the dressing room after all, wasn’t it? But before I could even say a thing, Jess closed the door behind her, turned down the lights and told me to close my eyes and not to peek. For a brief moment, I was perplexed; she was going to change - right in front of me? Sure, it was pretty dark in here with the lights down, but the street lights shining through the small window were providing enough light for me to see her figure quite clearly. I felt my heart racing, searching for the right answer to her command, but I figured that it would be best if I just did what she asked me to.
Being a true gentlemen, I closed my eyes and promised that I wouldn’t peek. I heard her unzipping a piece of clothing, and I silently wondered; “Does she - want - me to look?”
After all, she was undressing herself to her undergarments in a room that was only slightly bigger than my own restroom, less than a meter in front of me - a quick glance was tempting, to say the least. But her command sounded sincere, so I kept my eyes firmly shut, sitting on my chair as still as possible. Despite keeping my self-control, I couldn’t help to fantasize about her while hearing her change. How her tight skirt slid down her delicate thighs, how she pulled her work shirt over her brown hair, how she was now standing in front of me - barefoot and wearing nothing but a bra and a pair of panties. I wondered what the colour of her panties was - white, I hoped. How she pulled a new piece of clothing on and zipped it up, how she brushed something off her back. How she switched on the light, and told me to look.
“Tadaa! Much better than my coffee outfit, no?”
She was looking good in both, but that was a clear hint for a compliment, so I gave her one.
“Wow, Jess, you look - amazing. You know that it’s just the movies that we’re going to, right? - you could go to a gala night in that dress.”
And amazing she looked. She was now wearing a tight cream-colored dress which showed a substantial part of leg and accentuated her breasts as well as her cute butt. I had never seen her dress up so sexy, and cursed myself for picking my casual “shirt and jeans”-outfit for tonight.
“Glad you like it, this dress has cost me a day of carrying around coffee!”, she smiled.
She opened the door, then halted and grabbed an envelope out of her purse.
“Before we go, I have to give you something...”
“W - what, a present? But I didn’t buy you anything...”
“It’s not a real present, it’s... you’ll see. But... you can’t open it yet”
“So... when can I open it?” I was definitely intrigued. I brushed the envelope with my fingers, and wondered what was inside. It felt like some sort of key, but I wasn't sure. Why would she give me a key anyway?
“I’ll tell you when to open it, ok? Come on, let’s go to the movies!”
We arrived at the cinema early, so I invited her for a drink and a chat in the foyer. Before entering the theatre I went to the bathroom, remembering the long movie without a break coming up in the next two hours. Jess simply told me that she didn’t have to go, and that she would buy us some popcorn and a soda in the meantime. With two really large soda cups - Jess told me that there was a promotion and large cups were cheaper - we walked into the movie theatre.
The movie Jess picked turned out to be pretty good, and time passed by quite fast, and so did the contents of our soda cups. Halfway in the movie I finished mine, while Jess’ cup was already empty. Despite relieving myself right before the movie, I felt my bladder already refilling itself, and I wondered how Jess was doing - after all she had not gone to the bathroom since finished her shift at the coffee place, or even longer. She had her legs crossed and her hands on her lap, but she had no intention to share her predicament with me; I could only assume that her bladder was also getting full.
An hour later into the movie I definitely felt the need for a bathroom coming up more distinctly. Jess was occasionally shifting in her chair by now, her legs subtly shaking, her hands deeper in her lap. I wondered if she was ok; she looked like she could really use the little girls’ room by now. I decided to carefully check up on her, by sharing my own position.
“I have to um - pee.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, you?”
“I’m ok.”
Jess continued squirming until the end of the movie - she was definitely in worse shape than I was. I hated to see her suffering, but at the other hand... I found the image of her, controlling her hot urine from escaping... quite sexy. Small movements of her legs, her knees brushing together, her hands ever deeper in her lap - all gestures out of sheer desperation, but they somehow turned me on.
As the first credits appeared on the cinema screen, Jess jumped up enthusiastically, legs knotted tightly together, clearly having trouble to stand still. Although I shamefully enjoyed her small dance, I didn’t want to torture her any further, so I immediately jumped up too and we both rushed to the exit. Being a gentleman, I led Jess to the bathroom, but to my surprise, she refused.
“Can’t we go - um - to my place?”
“Errr... Sure - I guess? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, let’s just head to my apartment - *quickly*.” She was rushing her words, and whispered the last one. It was pretty obvious why, but it wasn’t obvious - at least not to me - why she just didn’t go to the bathroom here.
“You’re sure - absolutely sure?” I almost couldn’t believe her.
“Sweetheart, I’ve never been more sure, just - go!” Sweetheart? First time I’ve ever heard that nickname. I gazed at Jess one more time - she was now truly fidgety - and then walked her to my car.
The car ride to her place was a pretty awkward and silent one - the first of it’s kind between the two of us. The thought of her desperately holding back her pee made me nervous, and the fact that I had to pee too didn’t help either. I decided to turn on the car radio and quickly glanced at Jess. Her feet was furiously tapping on the car floor, and she had her purse on her lap - one hand was located on the purse and one hand - under? I suddenly noticed that my hands were sweating a little. There she was, Jess, the girl of my dreams, sitting in my car, pressing her hand on her panties, touching her privates through the thin fabric. And I - I didn’t know what to do. Pull over? Find her a public restroom? But - she asked me to drive her to her place, right?
Finally we arrived at her building, and I found a parking spot not too far away from the entrance. Just as she did after the movies, she jumped up quickly and left me sitting in my driver’s seat, heavily breathing, my heart bouncing. It’s no big deal - I told myself - she would go upstairs to the bathroom, rip her panties down and let her contents gush into the toilet bowl. But - what if she wouldn’t? I didn’t want her to pee herself, but nevertheless, I fantasized about it. Trembling with adrenaline, I stepped out of the car and locked it, while Jess - she was dancing up on the spot, her two hands buried deep between her thighs. She probably thought that I couldn’t see her from the other side of the car, but I - did - see her.
We hobbled up the stairs to her apartment, and Jess knocked on the door.
“Um - don’t you have a key?” I asked her, while watching her tiptoe on the hardwood floor.
“I have, you silly, but my roommate Chloe is in here, so - yeah.”
“Ah... your roommate.” I tried not to sound too disappointed, but I was hoping for a little alone time with Jess.
“Don’t worry, she’s studying in the kitchen, so she won’t bother us.”
“Oh - I didn’t mean to...”
“I know.”
Another awkward silence was coming up, but then Jess’ roommate opened the door.
“If it isn’t Jess and her lovebird - hello - did you two have a pleasant night yet?”
Jess answered something and I just nodded - my mind was too fixed on Jess’ little pee dance to have a proper conversation with Chloe. I found that Chloe was almost as good-looking as Jess - a bit shorter in size though, wearing a ridiculously tight blue jeans and a very flimsy top, comfortable enough to wear at home but possibly inappropriate to wear when having guests around. Me and Jess both stumbled into the apartment, and I assumed that Jess would do the sensible thing for a girl in her condition, and rush to her bathroom. I wanted to ask if I could come with her and watch her pee, with the excuse that I needed to pee too, but I decided that a question like this would be unacceptable on a fifth date.
“Coffee?”
“Um - coffee?”
“Yeah, I’m going to make myself some - do you want a cup?”
Wait - what? She wasn’t going to the bathroom? Even at her own place? She momentary grabbed her crotch openly, not even trying to hide that she was absolutely bursting.
“Coffee sounds... great.”
Jess instructed me to go sitting in their couch, and she and Chloe walked to the kitchen to make some coffee. I couldn't overhear what the roommates were saying - they were whispering, it seemed - but from my point of view, I could just see Jess, fidgeting furiously, her one hand holding the coffee pot and her other holding her crotch. She looked like she could lose it any minute now - not very surprising, given the amount of liquids she had taken in in the last couple of hours. And she - still - wanted coffee?
She returned from the kitchen with a small tray with two medium-sized cups on top of them, trembling so hard that the cups were jingling cheerfully. I wanted to help her, but she instructed me to sit back and relax as she carefully - almost helplessly - approached me. I kindly accepted the tray and put it on the small table next to me. Jess’ hand darted between her legs again as soon as she let go of the tray - her skirt was ridden up to the point where I could almost see her panties. She plopped down on the couch, quite close to me, and we started drinking our coffee.
“Mmm - good coffee.” A silly compliment, but I didn’t know what else to say.
“It is, right?” She hastily drank her cup down in one big gulp, as if she was extremely thirsty, and carefully dropped her empty cup onto the floor.
“Oh, I got something for you”, she said, breathing heavily too, almost moaning, and she grabbed a photo album which was lying next to her.
“Remember last time - you said that you’d love to see my childhood photo’s - well, I have been on a quest for the album - do you want to browse it with me?”
Now that I was drinking coffee, I felt my own bladder asking for my attention again, but I didn’t have the courage to excuse myself for the bathroom - especially since I had relieved myself at the theatre, long after she had peed. I nodded and we flipped the pages of the album, and I listened while she was telling about the content of the photo’s. They were all in there; her birth photo’s, cards and pictures of her cute stuffed animals - her first birthday - visual proof of her very first steps - the obligatory awkward picture of her taking a bath, fully nude - her going on the potty - and so on and so on.
She was telling all details wholeheartedly and in a very cute way, but I couldn’t help it - above all, I was admiring the way she was frantically keeping her bladder muscles shut. One moment she would cross her legs and furiously shifting her butt in the couch, another moment she would bend forward and jam her hands between her legs, knocking her knees together, another moment she would sit on her heel; I had never seen a girl so desperate in my life. I pondered whether I should ask her if she was fine, but I had already asked this question so many times this night yet - I hated to repeat myself.
After a few minutes, halfway through the album, our cheeks accidently brushed each other, and I looked her deep in the eyes. Hesistantingly, I leaned forward and felt our lips almost touching each other - but then - she suddenly jammed her hands between her legs as quick as lightning, and jumped up, moaning.
“Some more... coffee?” She was trembling, clasping her crotch with both hands, sensually waving her butt back and forth. Without awaiting my reply, she rushed off to the kitchen, and left me behind, vanquished. We were - so - close! I cursed myself for being little straightforward, and didn’t notice Chloe coming out of the kitchen.
“Still didn’t kiss her, huh?”
“I - uh... what?”
Chloe positioned herself on the edge of the couch, and to my surprise, she was openly holding her crotch too! WHAT? She also needed to pee? What kind of freak show was this? I was about to speak up, but Chloe was first.
“Jess - you still haven’t kissed her. Come on, what kind of man are you?”
“Wh... excuse me, but how do you... it’s none of your...”
“Don’t you see how bursting she is?”
“I - I did, but what does have to do with...”
“Normally I would say that this is none of my business; but it concerns me too. You see - for the last four dates, Jess was too shy to kiss you, and she felt really bad about it. So I suggested that she could not allow herself to go to bathroom, before kissing you, so she wouldn’t postpone it.”
“Chloe, what on earth...”
“And just so she wouldn’t be the only one having to hold her pee, I decided to be sympathetic and I gave her the key to our bathroom. You see why this also concerns me...” She gave her crotch another obvious squeeze.
I looked over to the kitchen, and saw Jess holding herself back and front, bent over the kitchen counter, but I still couldn’t truly believe it.
“You’re kidding with me... right?”
Chloe sighed, clearly irritated with my ignorance. “What, you’re blind too?” She pulled her cellphone out of her pocket, and showed a text to me - it was Jess’.
“Chloe, I can’t hold it any longer, if we don’t kiss soon, I’ll flood my panties!”
I checked the time - 10:11 PM - the time we had left the movie theatre, more than half an hour ago! So... it was true, then? Jess was holding her water... for me ... until I would kiss her?
I gazed at Jess again - she wasn’t even trying to make coffee anymore, she was only trying to keep her panties dry for as long as possible. And for the first time since we started dating, I wasn’t hesitating. I jumped up, ignoring Chloe completely, raced myself towards the kitchen, and I kissed Jess passionately - full on the lips. And finally, I knew how they tasted - the sweetest I had ever touched. And she kissed me back. Heavily trembling, as she was still trying to hold her pee back. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever done in my life - and it was just a kiss.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that...” My apology was weak, but she understandably nodded.
Her eyes were red; she had wept. Her left hand was furiously massaging her privates, and I could now see her panties - white. She looked deep into my eyes, then intensely kissed me again. Slowly but surely she stopped trembling, and I recognized the splattering sounds of fluids falling onto the tile kitchen floor. Jess sighed heavily, gently but firmly pushing me away. Hot, transparent pee was gushing between her fingers, travelling down her thighs and finally landing on the cold floor. In a last act to spare her clothes from becoming soaking wet, she pulled up her tight dress to her waist, giving me a clear view of her white panties, with a small hint of yellow. She spread her legs and let the torrent of pee soak her undies - they were becoming transparent as she wet them more, and I could see the outline of her privates. I wondered if I should turn my head away, but I - wanted - to look. It took her ages to finish, but finally her oversized stream transferred into a small trickle.
“Um - I’m sorry to interrupt your glorious moment but - can I have the key to the bathroom, please?”
It was Chloe, standing in the door opening, dancing on the spot, her hand now - in - her jeans.
“The... key?” She was obviously talking to me, but I honestly didn’t have a clue what she was talking about.
“The white envelope Jess gave you, you stupid! Come on, I’m barely holding on here!” And I think she meant it.
“Errr... You probably don’t want to hear this, but I left the envelope in my car...”
“WHAT?!” She angrily threw a marker at me, missing me by an inch. “Then why are you still standing here? Go, go, GO!”
I hesitated for a good few seconds; I really did not want to leave Jess behind, not at this very moment, but Chloe looked like she would kill me if she didn’t have the key soon. I looked Jess deep into her eyes, and asked if she was ok. She said she was and that I should get the key for Chloe, so I obeyed her. I raced towards the car and grabbed the envelope, realizing I was in a dominant position now - if I would refuse to hand the key out to Chloe, she would soon soak her tight jeans too - the thought alone excited me. The slower I would get to their apartment, the more desperate Chloe would become, but also the longer I would be separated from Jess.
I decided to do the chivalrous thing and ran up the stairs, the envelope in my hand. The front door was still ajar, and I walked in carefully, not knowing in what crazy situation I would walk in to. I noticed Chloe, trying the doorknob of the bathroom in vain, dancing around to control her need to urinate, her jeans unbuttoned and her hand clutching the contents of her panties.
“Finally, there you are! Come on, give me the key! Gotta pee, gotta pee....”
I slowly walked up to her, and showed her the envelope, which she was craving - so hard - for, and I watched her squirm. God, I never knew that possessing a simple key could be so much fun. In my mind, I sincerely wanted to play with Chloe, postpone her bathroom visit just a little longer - but in reality I was too much of a nice guy. Plus, I didn’t want to jeopardize my thing with Jess by fooling around with her roommate.
“Where’s Jess?”
“In her room - for fuck’s sake - just give me the bloody key!”
I gave Chloe what she asked for and traveled further towards Jess’ room, and knocked on her door. Coming from behind me, I heard the sound of an envelope getting ripped, some effectless fiddling with a lock and a key, a loud moan and lots of swearing. I smiled on the inside; yes - bathroom locks had the tendency to fail to cooperate when being desperate to pee. There was some more fiddling and swearing, but as Jess opened the room to her door, I stopped caring about Chloe.
“Do you... want to finish the album with me?”
“Yeah sure... but without the coffee this time. And um Jess - I’m sorry about earlier.”
“I’m the one who needs to be sorry, I’ve made a fool of myself...”
“You didn’t.”
Jess - sweet sweet Jess. She kissed me again, and invited me to sit on her bed and gaze further through the photo album, still wearing her beautiful evening dress, but with a pair of new panties underneath. I felt my own bladder pressing against the belt of my jeans again, but I did not want to spoil this beautiful moment by leaving her - besides, Chloe would probably be in the bathroom.
After we finished the album, I finally excused myself for the bathroom, needing it quite badly but not nearly as badly as Jess did before. Chloe had left the bathroom, but I found her light blue jeans lying next to the toilet bowl, which I classified as ‘odd’ - why would she would she take off her pants and walk through the apartment ‘bottomless’? Having fed my curiosity, i took the jeans, and while I did so, a pair of red panties fell out of them. Glistening wet. The back of her blue pants; wet too. Then I noticed the dark floor joints in front of the toilet bowl, and I smirked - Chloe had definitely soaked her pants too.
Note to myself: New rule - on a fifth date, your date and her roommate wet their panties.
THE END |
Something I posted to Nyou Fiction recently. Heavily inspired by livinginfinite's love of ladies being frightened into messing themselves, and Linkx's story, "Castle Fear" also from Nyou Fiction... and possibly here. I haven't checked :p. I've wanted to do a take on "Castle Fear" ever since reading it, and I suppose you could say that this story is that take.
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“It is difficult to believe that the Mage's Guild had such humble beginnings,” Cassandra observed.
“We were not always regarded with the respect we enjoy today. When we first started displaying an aptitude for magic, people were afraid and they reacted the way frightened people do. Early mages were persecuted, even murdered for their abilities. What we now call The Gift was a curse to those people. Those who wanted to practice were driven to do so in secret. Caves like this one were popular Guild Halls in those days.” Naomi the Sorceress smiled. “Things have changed, haven't they Lady Silvermoon? Once criminals, we now serve as advisers to kings. We no longer study in secrecy or caves, but in grand Magical Laboratories funded by the greatest Kingdoms in Westland. Even the Paladins, mighty defenders of Balor, send their very best at our beckoning.”
“We value our alliances, Madame Sorceress, and we would have our allies see us in a positive light. If the mages require our help recovering texts from an ancient Guild Hall, we are happy to offer the best that we have. We only hope that when we have need of the Mage's Guild we will be shown the same respect.”
“Yes, yes. Come on, let's quit wasting time,” Naomi said, and dismounted her horse. “I'm ready to start seeing what secrets my ancestors left behind.”
“Not yet,” Cassandra responded. “We tend to our mounts first. We need them strong when we are ready to leave, without them we will be fortunate to escape the forest with our lives let alone your tomes.” She didn't miss the way that Naomi rolled her eyes.
“Well, I don't really know how to do that. The Guild pays people to take care of our horses, we're too busy studying magic to be bothered with mundane tasks.”
“Then I will do it for you,” Cassandra responded. “But we tend to our mounts first. Your books have laid undisturbed for hundreds of years, if I am to understand correctly. A few more minutes will do them no harm.” She dismounted, and led both horses by the bridle to one of the nearby trees. There were plenty to choose from. The cave was located in the deepest parts of Woodcutter's Forest, many miles from any of the small settlements and towns that had begun popping up along the ancient forest's farthest edges. The trees here were towering oaks, with countless branches that stretched out like a thousand arms, and bark as thick and sturdy as the finest Dwarven armor. Before them, the earth opened up and the ground sloped sharply into the hole. A thick darkness swallowed it up a few meters in, and no light penetrated farther.
It was not difficult to understand why she had been selected for this assignment, Cassandra reflected as she started brushing the mounts. Certainly, she had earned the respect of her peers through fierceness in combat and genius tactics; and that was part of it. But, Naomi Firecrest was not an easy person to be around. She wrapped herself in an air of superiority, and looked for every opportunity to get under Cassandra's skin. Cassandra estimated that most of her peers would have only tolerated the young mage's mouthiness for the first half of the journey, and Cassandra had no doubt that Naomi would make a full report to her masters if she felt she'd been slighted in anyway.
Cassandra had a unique advantage over her peers in this regard. She'd been born into nobility in Winterhold far to the north, and had spent much of her early life learning diplomacy. She had been sent to the Paladins after her younger brother had been born, a gift to strengthen ties between Winterhold and Balor, but retained much of what she had learned as a child. She could endure veiled rudeness if it meant furthering her position. She wondered if the same could be said of Naomi, and doubted it.
The differences between her and her companion didn't end there. They were like polar opposites in appearance as much as personality. Neither woman was tall, but Cassandra stood at least half a head higher than Naomi. They were both pretty, but Naomi's beauty was girlish with rounded cheeks and shallower curves. She wasn't fat, but there was no muscle definition either. Cassandra's features were sharper, years of wearing heavy armor had toned and shaped her muscles, she boasted a curvier figure and even beneath her armor the swells of her hips and breasts were more defined than Naomi's. Cassandra's hair was as white as the snows from her homeland and cut to her shoulders, Naomi's was darker than night and fell down past the middle of her back. Cassandra wore a slivered breastplate over a thick leather doublet, both of which squeezed her tightly, heavy protective gloves, a sword at her hip, a shield at her back, and a heavy leather and mail skirt. She looked ready for battle. Namoi wore dark, flowing robes and carried no weapons. Not even a wand or a staff.
It didn't take Cassandra long to see to the needs of their mounts, and she and Naomi were descending into the cave within the hour. It was midday, and the sun was at its highest point. But the thick canopy of leaves blocked out much of the light and it became very dark in the cave very fast.
“I was not aware we would need torches,” Cassandra said when all she could see was Naomi's faint outline beside her. “Why were they not on the list of supplies you provided? We cannot go deeper than this without light.” She frowned. Had Naomi wasted their time? Cassandra had never known a mage to be so unprepared.
Naomi gave a short laugh. “Your first time in a Guild Hall, is it? Don't worry, Lady Silvermoon. When mages enchant something we do it to last.” The sorceress snapped her fingers once, and the stone walls began emitting a pale blue light. The shadows fled, and revealed the path before them. “Better than the flickering of a torch, wouldn't you say? Less smokey, too.”
Guided by the pale light given off by the enchanted stones, Cassandra and Naomi made their way deeper into the bowels of the cave. The narrow passageway wound downward, burrowing deep into the earth. The walls and ceiling were made of solid rock that had been cut smooth on all sides. It was like walking through a long, sloping box of stone.
Several minutes in, the passageway suddenly widened and opened into a vast, circular chamber. At once, it reminded Cassandra of an upside down Tower of Hanoi. She and Naomi were standing at the top, and a stone pathway wide enough for them to walk abreast looped around the chamber. Just before them, a set of stairs lead down to another equally wide walkway. Each level formed a ring, with a single set of stairs leading down. The deeper you went, the smaller the ring at that level.
The walls still glowed with the pale light of Naomi's magic, and Cassandra could see that shelves had been cut into each wall. Each one was stacked high with scrolls, leather bound tomes, and loose parchment rotted and crumbling with age. Each shelf was about as tall as her, and maybe three meters long. Separating one shelf from the next was a dusty old skeleton wearing rusted armor and wielding an ancient broadsword. They stood like silent guardians over the ancient tomes. There must have been hundreds of skeletons, but they all looked the same to Cassandra. She supposed that was the thing about skeletons. Once the flesh had rotted away, there was nothing left to distinguish one body from the next.
“This is more than I was anticipating. We are not going to be able to carry all this back with us,” Cassandra said, frowning.
“Don't worry. All the good stuff is at the bottom. All these books,” Naomi grabbed a random parchment off a nearby shelf and roamed it very briefly with her eyes, “useless. There may be a handful of volumes that are of use to us, but most of what we'll find above the bottom ring are personal journals, book keeping, and maybe a few recipe books. The kind of thing our historians drool over, but valueless to those of us actually interested in what our ancestors were studying. Come with me. What we want is further down.”
Cassandra followed Naomi down. It was somehow an odd experience. Each new level brought the walls closer around her. It was difficult not to feel like the chamber was closing around her. Swallowing her up.
Three rings from the bottom, she indicated the shelves around them. “Are these documents important? Did your ancestors only keep their knowledge at the lowest level?” In the pale glow of the enchanted walls, she saw Naomi shake her head.
“It was a ranking system, really. The further down, the more important the mages considered the volume. It's a tradition we keep today, in fact, with our most important texts always stored at the very bottom of our libraries.” They were on the second to last ring now, and Naomi indicated the shelves around them with a sweep of her hand. “Most of the information in these books is probably magical in nature,” she explained. “Spell formulas, components, astrology, basic studies of The Gift and the craft. Most of what we know today comes from books just like the ones around us from other ancient Guild Halls. Down there,” Cassandra followed Naomi's pointing finger to the shelves lining the final ring, “is where they stored research on the magics that are forbidden today. We've found books on necromancy, resurrection, demon summoning... there were even a few mages who thought they could call the sun down upon the Earth.”
Cassandra shook her head slowly. “These sound like evil things. Why are the mages interested in black magics such as these?” They had entered the final ring now, and while Naomi made her way at once to the first of the shelves and began perusing titles (on the volumes that had them) Cassandra leaned against the old table sitting in the center of the ring.
“Protection, mostly. If we have these books in our libraries, it means no one else can get to them. Your order is known for its role in stopping the Necromancer King. His power was gained through his own research. These books could contain hundreds of years of notes and guides on necromancy. If someone like him were to get his hands on these books...” her voice trailed off. “And besides, they do offer valuable insights. Many of the principals of necromancy, keeping with that example, have been applied to improve healing magics. We are expressly forbidden to practice necromancy, so we learned those principals from these books. I assure you, Lady Silvermoon, the Guild has only good intentions in mind for these books.”
“Perhaps,” Cassandra allowed. “However, the Paladins have a saying about good intentions and how the road to-” her sentence was cut short by a sudden cry. She jerked her hand back from the table and stumbled away so quickly that her feet became tangled and she only narrowly avoided dropping heavily to her bottom.
“What! What is it,” Naomi asked. She had brought her hands up to her chest, and Cassandra could see a faint glow surrounding them. They were out, a few inches in front of her body and Cassandra could almost feel the magic sizzling in the air around them. Cassandra's voice had caught, and so she could only raise her hand and point to the old table.
She watched Naomi's eyes narrow as the sorceress made her way to the center of the room. Naomi stood before the old table for several moments that passed in utter silence. At last, she turned toward Cassandra, her brow furrowed with confusion and curiosity. Her expression seemed to ask, “what is it?”
“D-Did you not see it?” Naomi tilted her head, and Cassandra could see that the woman had not. “The spider!” She pointed at the table again, more insistently. Naomi turned to face it for a moment, then her gaze shifted back to Cassandra.
“You mean this,” she asked, holding up her right arm. Cassandra recoiled a step when the pale glow of the magical light revealed the ugly insect crawling on the back of Naomi's hand. She didn't see the corner of Naomi's mouth turn up in understanding. “You're afraid of it, aren't you?” She gave a short laugh. “Really? You'll face brigands, trained killers, even the undead but you lose yourself at the sight of a spider?”
“You are not familiar with the spiders who call the North their home,” Cassandra responded. The tremor was gone from her voice, but she still kept her distance from Naomi and the arachnid. “Where I come from, the spiders are as large as wolves and far more aggressive. The smaller ones, such as this one, are venomous enough to kill a man within minutes with a single bite. Children in Winterhold who do not grow up fearing spiders do not grow up at all.”
Naomi laughed. “Well, our spiders in Westland are not so nightmarish, Lady Silvermoon. There are certain breeds with enough poison to kill, but these are rare and not aggressive unless threatened.” She held her arm up to Cassandra, as if to demonstrate. “You see? Nothing to be a child about.”
“I was not being a child,” Cassandra mumbled.
“Oh? Because your cry sounded like the cry of a child. Like a small girl whose brother has put a frog in her hair.”
“Just... finish gathering your books, Sorceress. I would be out of this place. It makes me uneasy.”
“I have no doubt. This certainly isn't the only spider within the Hall,” Naomi teased, and released the spider back to the table. Cassandra was silent as Naomi opened the pouch at her waist. “Bag of Holding,” she explained to Cassandra with a smile. “There should be enough room in here for the books on this ring.” She began to go through the books, taking each one carefully off the shelf and placing it in her bag.
Cassandra shook her head. “It is not just the spiders. There is something not right with this place.”
“Like what,” Naomi asked absently as she browsed the book in her hand for a few moments before placing it in her bag.
“Well, to start how is it that this place has not been stripped bare? No attempts were made to conceal it, other than placing it deep in Woodcutter's Forest. These tomes must be valuable... priceless even. How is it that no one has already found this cave and stolen the tomes for themselves?”
“I wondered the same thing,” Naomi responded. “Usually, the important documents are guarded by some spell. Would be thieves are turned to smoke and dust before they can so much as remove a book from the shelves. I was prepared to lift the enchantments when we arrived, but they do not seem to be present. Maybe this Hall was in use before they started that practice? In any case, it seems that we were merely fortunate and were the first to discover this Hall.”
“Perhaps, though I-” Cassandra caught a sudden movement in the corner of her vision. Her head jerked toward the motion, her eyes squinted in the pale light. “Did you see that? Something moved!” Cassandra could almost hear Naomi rolling her eyes in response.
“I have to admit, Lady Silvermoon. You're... a bit of a disappointment. You didn't strike me as the type to jump at every little thing like a scolded puppy.” Cassandra ignored Naomi. She had seen something move. She was certain of it, she just couldn't-
There it was again! This time caught by the corner of her other eye. She spun to face the mysterious movement, but found only Naomi bent over at the edge of one of the shelves and carefully placing volumes in her bag. Her eyes narrowed at the scene before her. There was something amiss about it, something that wasn't quite right. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
By the time she finally realized what it was, it was almost too late for Naomi.
“The skeleton!” she cried. It's head had moved. It no longer looked ahead toward the center of the chamber. Instead, it had shifted its gaze down and to its left. The black voids where there should have been eyes were turned downward, looking at Naomi with what Cassandra was certain was malice. It began to lift the heavy, rusted broadsword it carried.
Cassandra exploded into action. In what seemed like a single motion, she drew her sword and armed herself with the shield slung across her back. She reached Naomi just as the skeleton began to bring its sword downward. She slammed into the sorceress shoulder first and sent her stumbling out of harm's way. At the same time, Cassandra planted her feet and brought her shield up to intercept the skeleton's attack.
Sword and shield collided with a terrible crash. The sound of steel against steel sang out in the ancient Guild Hall, echoing down the halls like the cries of a dying beast. The skeleton had tremendous strength, and the weight of its blow vibrated painfully through Cassandra's body. It drove her to one knee, but stopped the attack and left the attacker exposed. With a battle cry, she swung her sword hard in a horizontal arc. It severed the skeleton's exposed spine. The abomination fell into two separate halves, both of which faded to dust the instant they hit the ground.
All around them, the skeletons came to life. Ancient bones stepped away from where they had rested for time untold, rusted great swords coming to bear against the intruders. Already, the skeletons that remained on the bottom ring were moving to surround Cassandra and Naomi, and Cassandra could see that the skeletons on the rings above were stirring to life as well. There were far too many of them, there would be no fighting their way out.
“The spell!” Cassandra ordered.
“Spell,” Naomi asked, her eyes dazed as hell literally broke loose around her.
“The disenchantment! You said you could disenchant the spell guarding the books. I believe we have found that spell!” The closest skeleton lunged forward, great sword leading. Cassandra pushed its weapon aside with her own, and the rusty blade thrust harmlessly to the right of her torso. Keeping her blade between her body and the skeleton's sword, she stepped in and swung her shield hard at the monster's head. It hit with a dry crack, and the skull splintered. It dropped to the ground, and faded to dust as well. That made two down, and thousands to go. “THE SPELL!”
“R-Right,” Naomi responded, shaking free of her daze at last. “This will take a few moments! Do not let them kill me!” She reached into her bag and began withdrawing components. Cassandra watched this from the corner of her eye and bit her lower lip. She hoped it didn't take too many moments...
The skeletons were intelligent. They were forming a semi-circle around her and Naomi so that they could attack from all sides at once. If she were to have any chance, Cassandra knew she'd have to break their formation. She brought her shield up to her chest, and charged the middle of the group.
A skeleton met her with a thrust of it's sword. She swung her shield arm hard, catching the weapon at the tip and knocking it aside. She continued to flow forward, and she brought her own weapon across in a high horizontal slash. It hit the skeleton's exposed, bony neck and separated its head from the its body.
There were only two skeletons left on their ring, one on either side of her and both closing in quickly. If she could dispose of them quickly, she might be able to reach the stairs before any more monsters had come to their ring. She could use the stairs as a choke point and control the flow of enemies until Naomi finished her spell.
This all flashed through her mind in the moment it took her to dig her heel into the ground and pivot. The maneuver transferred the momentum of her run into her right arm. Her sword swung wild and hard, but fell a few inches short of its target. She grit her teeth as the tip of her sword clanged noisily against the stone ground beneath her.
The skeleton she'd attacked brought it's own sword across in a vicious chop. She only just managed to get her shield arm up to absorb the blow. Even still, it hit with tremendous force and sent her reeling. She misplaced her right foot and dropped to her hip. The skeleton stayed on her, stepping in and thrusting at her prone form. She managed the bring her shield up again, and angle it enough to deflect the sword away from her. Her own weapon followed behind her shield, and scored a hit just above the skeleton's right knee. Suddenly unbalanced, it toppled to the ground, it's head just inches in front of Cassandra. She brought her raised shield down on its skull, smashing the old bones to splinters.
Before she could react, the next skeleton was upon her. It's bony foot stuck out, and hit her hard in the center of the chest. She fell back and hit the ground with jarring impact. Her sword shook loose from her hand, and a haze of dark spots clouded her vision. She was too dazed to defend herself as the skeleton's foot came down on her chest again, pinning her to the hard earth.
Her vision cleared in time to see the monster standing above her with hollow eyes and an evil grin that dripped with malice. It brought its sword back and held it there, prepared to run her through but appearing to savor the moment. Her shield wouldn't do her any good, she knew. From this angle, the blade would punch right through it, right through her armor, and right through her. Her only hope was to take advantage of its gloating. Her sword was just out of reach of her right hand. She stretched for it anyway, straining her shoulder in her desperate attempt to reach it. She could feel the hilt brushing against her fingertips. She was almost there...
She felt a sudden pressure on her exposed throat. The skeleton had pressed the tip of its sword against her jugular. It had her where it wanted her, and the slightest pressure would open her up and spill her life blood all over the dusty ground. Her fingers slipped away from the hilt of her sword. This was it, she realized. She was going to die.
Her teeth ground together as she looked up into the eyes of the monster that had beaten her. She had expected to see emptiness, hollows as dark and deep as the cave had been before Naomi had activated her spell. What she saw instead truly terrified her. An enormous spider, larger than her hand, emerged from the skeleton's empty eye socket. It skittered across the grinning skill to the top of the head. It turned. It was looking directly at Cassandra. She swore she could see herself reflected a thousand times in its glassy eyes...
Perhaps it was the realization that she was about to die. Perhaps it was the spider. Perhaps, a little of both. In any case, her bladder let go. A flood of hot urine burst from her urethra like the waters from a broken dam. It gushed out of her at a torrential pace, and the hissing sound of her relief was only slightly muffled by the heavy armor she wore. Her underthings were made of thick animal hide and were designed for protection. They were sleeveless, but covered her from shoulder to crotch and were tailor made to fit her form. They soaked up her urine as quickly as she could produce it. The hide became damp at once, and the warm fluid began seeping through and drenching the furs as well. She was only vaguely aware of a hot dampness climbing her undergarment as it drank in her release and clung wetly and uncomfortably to her body. It seeped through to the leather doublet that she wore beneath her breastplate. It pooled about her bottom and back, and a stream of it began running down the back of her mail skirt. It dribbled out of her skirt onto the ground, like a yellow river emptying into a dry basin.
She voided the contents of her stomach as well. Her tight anus blossomed without her even realizing. She opened wide back there, as if every ounce of feces in her body was trying to jump ship before the end.
It came out of her in a hot, sticky rush. She could feel it flowing against the ring of her anus, against the canyon walls between her shapely moons. It was thick and heavy, but soft and malleable at the same time. Unhindered, it poured out of her and began piling up in the seat of her undergarment.
The mess pushed a slight bulge in her underthings, but they were tight and offered very little room to expand. She was releasing a tremendous volume very quickly, and the limits of her undergarment's elasticity was soon reached. The load was loose enough to flatten inside of her undergarment, and that is exactly what it did. It oozed outward across her bottom, filling out the seat of her garments like a smelly pancake.
She was dimly aware of what was happening. She could feel the hot mess spreading in all directions across her backside. It felt sticky against her bare bottom, and warm as well. It smeared and smashed and flattened as it flowed from her backside, loading the seat of her undergarment until there was simply no more room. At that point, it filled the crevice between her cheeks. She felt it forcing the moons to part slightly as it looked for someplace to be that wasn't inside her body. Where there was no more room between her cheeks, it simply began flowing upwards. It inched up the small of her back, warm and moving as if it were a living thing.
When she was completely empty, she felt the point of the skeleton's blade pressing harder against her neck. She closed her eyes, and braced herself for the final blow.
Before it could be struck, there was a sudden flash of light so bright that, even with her eyes closed, it seemed to turn the world around her white. It lasted only a few moments, and when it passed the pressure on her throat was gone. The spider dropped to the ground next to her and skittered away.
“Lady Silvermoon!” Cassandra cautiously opened one eye at the sound of Naomi's voice. The sorceress was kneeling over her, smiling triumphantly. She gave a quick laugh. “Well, that was close. I thought for sure you were dead. I wasn't sure you'd held them off long enough either. There were some from the next ring up down here by the time I finished casting. One even got as far as bringing his sword back to cut my head off. Good thing I-” Naomi trailed off, and Cassandra saw the sorceress' nostrils flair as if she were sniffing the air. Her face furrowed into an expression of disgust.
“Oh, that is foul! What in creation is that? It smells like sh-” Naomi cut herself off again as realization dawned on her. “You soiled yourself!”
Cassandra's face grew hot with shame. There was no denying it. Odor hung about her like a cloud, and there was no mistaking the foul stench of urine and voided bowels. “I... that abomination was about to snuff me out,” she explained.
“Yeah, well I had one about to 'snuff me out' too, but I didn't mess myself like a little girl. What kind of warrior messes herself when faced with death?” Naomi winced as she took in another whiff of Cassandra's mess. She brought her robes up to her nose to block the smell, and backed away from Cassandra. “You are fouling and defiling a place sacred to the Mages' Guild!”
“I could not help it! You think I wanted to soil myself. I did not do this out of disrespect,” Cassandra explained. She pushed herself to her feet, and the urine that had pooled about her bottom came pouring down her skirt and onto the floor like a golden waterfall.
“Just... go clean yourself,” Naomi commanded. “The danger here has passed, and I cannot stand the stink of you. Your Lord Commander will hear of this, Lady Silvermoon. I don'tt want to be escorted by another Paladin who has yet to be housebroken.”
Cassandra hung her head. She wanted to defend herself, but she was too stunned. The weight in the seat of her undergarment demanded her attention, the warm mess clinging to her bare flesh made it impossible to find any words. “I... will be ready to depart when you are,” is all she could manage.
“See that you are. And see that you clean yourself well. I do not want this stink offending me for the whole trip through Woodcutter's.” Cassandra offered a nod in response, and began the long climb out of the ancient Guild Hall... |
'Charizard, you ready?'
Mekhi was in the fight of his life in the Saffron City gym. He was ofcourse, going up against Sabrina the master of psychic type pokemon and herself a vey powerful psychic rumored to have powers of an otherworldly nature. So far, the battle wasn't going too well. It had been a three on three fight and he was down to his last partner, while Sabrina was still on her first. An Alakazam of incredible power and skill, his first two partners hadn't even softened him up. But Mekhi didn't give up easily. He had a couple tricks up his sleeve too and Charizard was his strongest ally and had been with him the longest. He had faith in his partner.
Sabrina on the other hand hadn't done or said much yet. A few short commands, a few small gestures, but for the most part she let her pokemon deal with the fight as he saw fit.
It irked Mekhi to no end that he was being beaten so effortlessly. But he'd show her now. His Charizard had flown up high, just out of reach of Alakazam's psychic range but unfortunately also out of range for any of Charizard's attacks. While Charizard was circling up high, Alakazam had assumed a meditative stance. He levitated above the ground a few feet, both spoons circling around him in a calm organized fashion, his eyes closed and his legs crossed. It was in the trance of a Calm Mind and didn't seem inclined to break it any time soon, apparently willing to wait for the fiery pokemon to make the first move.
Mekhi knew waiting too long was dangerous, because the longer Alakazam maintained his Calm Mind, the stronger his psychic powers would become. He had to make a move soon.
'Ok, now. Go for it, Charizard!'
Charizard responded immediately and swooped down ready to attack his enemy head on. Or at least, that's what Mekhi wanted Sabrina and her pokemon to think. Sabrina on her part looked calm and bored, and didn't even bother giving out a command to her pokemon. It turns out she didn't need to.
Alakazam's eyes flew open, both his spoons flying into his hands and a shiny blue aura surrounded him. He looked up at the charging beast of fire and suddenly Charizard just stopped moving midflight.
His charging advance was halted suddenly and violently and Alakazam was holding the mighty pokemon suspended in mid air effortlessly. Charizard struggled and fought back ofcourse, but couldn't break the mighty hold his adversary had on him.
'CHARIZARD!' Mekhi yelled. 'You can do it. Break free! I know you can'
'Now' Sabrina replied unexpectedly in that calm monotonous voice of hers. Alakazam responded by flinging the opposing pokemon violently into the gym's walls, knocking it out in a single blow.
Mekhi was stunned. Lost. He'd lost. Not just lost. He'd been crushed. Humiliated even. He didn't even manage to put a scratch on her first pokemon. He realized he was way out his league in this gym.
'I... I lost.' he said, withdrawing his Charizard to it's pokeball.
'Yes,' Sabrina responded, also withdrawing her Alakazam. 'Now, come with me.'
'What?' Mekhi was confused. 'Err, shouldn't I go to a pokemon center first?'
'No. Gerald will take care of them. Won't you, Gerald?' Sabrina glanced only briefly at the current match's referee who rushed over to Mekhi's side and took his belt with pokeballs. 'O.. ofcourse, mistress Sabrina. Right away.' And with that, he scurried off with Mekhi's pokemon.
'H..hey, my pokemon! Where are you taking them?!' Mekhi couldn't believe what was going on here. A stranger had just taken his pokeballs to god only knows where, just because some snobby gym leader had asked!
'To be healed, like I said,' Sabrina responded, turning away from him and walking away. 'Do not worry about them. You will see them shortly. But first, come with me.'
'Wha.. why? What's going on here?'
Sabrina sighed annoyed and rolled her eyes. 'Mekhi, you really need to stop asking so many pointless and tiring questions. Your confusion is enough to give me a migraine. Now, are you going to make me ask again or are you coming?'
Mekhi was dumbfounded. What the flare was going on here? One moment, he was having a seemingly normal gym battle (ok, so the gym leader totally creeped him out, but aside from that everything was normal) and now his pokemon were being taken and Sabrina was making weird demands. But he had no choice but to follow. After all, she did have his pokemon. So he followed Sabrina into a cool, white condo.
'Whoa, what is this place? It looks like a miltary sterile facility threw up in here!'
He was referring to how white, clean and sterile the building looked. Everything in it, from the couch to the walls and TV was white and looked like it had been cleaned several times. Not a single speck of dust anywhere.
'Thanks,' Sabrina reacted, still in that monotonous voice that never pitched higher or lower or betrayed any kind of emotion. 'I like my house to be clean. And sterile. But this isn't where I want you. Come.'
'Want me?' Mekhi thought. 'What the spell does that mean? Weird ass witch.' Ofcourse he knew better then to say this out loud. He kept following Sabrina until she led him to a bathroom. There, she stopped and turned to look at him expectantly.
Confused, and unsure what to do next, Mekhi said, 'What?'
Sabrina stepped aside and motioned for him to go on it. 'Enter.'
'Enter? In your bathroom? Why?'
Sabrina sighed again and rubbed her temples. Apparently she wasn't kidding when she said that his confusion was giving her a severe headache. 'Enter,' she stated, 'or I'll make you enter. Your choice.'
Mekhi was starting to feel incredibly uncomfortable now. He didn't like where this was going at all. Frankly, he wanted to turn and run, but he couldn't just leave his pokemon behind.
Hesitantly, he entered and looked around carefully, as if he were expecting to be jumped by a creatures right out of a Lovecraftian novel. But nothing was there. The bathroom was clean and sterile, just like the rest of the house. Sabrina came in after him and locked the door behind them.
'Good,' she said, 'Now take off your clothes.'
Mekhi looked at Sabrina with a look of both disbelief and panic. His eyes flit towards to doorknob and then to Sabrina's face which remained impassive. 'Sorry, what?'
'Take. Off. Your. Clothes.' Sabrina repeated. 'Trust me, you're gonna like this. Most of them do.'
'Most of them? Most of who? Just what the hell are you planning to do? I want out now. Let me out!' Mekhi was panicking now and frantically tried to open the door. Locked, ofcourse. And there was no way he was strong enough to bash it open. He was locked in a bathroom with a crazy gym leader who was asking him to take off his clothes! He was dumbfounded at how quickly this situation had gotten out of control.
Sabrina merely shook her head and mumbled, 'Why do they always have to do things the hard way?'
Suddenly, Mekhi felt his limbs go numb. He lost complete control over his own body and couldn't even manage to speak anymore. His muscles still worked, evidenced by the fact that he could still manage to remain standing, but they didn't take orders from him anymore.
Sabrina got down on one knee and started undoing the straps on his shoes. Mekhi's eyes opened in pure horror as he finally realized what was going on. She had done this to him! She won the fight, she'd taken his pokemon, his protectors, away from him, basically shoved him in here and now she was going to do whatever it was crazy, psychic gym leader broads did with their victims. She had put him under some sort of psychic paralysis spell and now he couldn't even wiggle a finger to stop her as she went about her business.
Sabrina finally undid both shoes and removed them and Mekhi's socks. She looked up into his panicked eyes and smiled calmly. 'Relax,' she whispered, 'you're going to enjoy this. I know I am.' She curled her fingers around the elastic of his shorts and slowly started pulling them down.
Mekhi yelled internally and summoned all his strength to the simple task of trying to stop Sabrina from doing that, but not a single muscle moved to obey his commands, no matter how hard he tried. Sabrina pulled his shorts down, revealing his blue boxers and Mekhi blushed fiercely. This could not be happening! He was going to get raped by a famous gym leader and he couldn't even twitch a pinky to do anything about it. Sabrina sprawled up against him, apparently really enjoying her role of the dominant female. It was the first emotion he had ever seen her express and the sexual hunger in her eyes scared Mekhi more then anything else ever had. Sabrina slowly slid her hands under his shirt and gently pulled it over his head. She stepped back to look at him and nodded confidently. His clothes were laying in a pile on the ground and all he had on were his boxers. Just when Mekhi thought things couldn't get any crazier or weirder then they were now, Sabrina pulled off her pink top, revealing her perky breasts. Despite the situation and vast danger Mekhi found himself in, he was still a normal guy. He blushed fiercely and try to think of anything else, but couldn't stop himself from getting a clearly visible boner through his boxers.
Sabrina smiled that predatory smile again and approached him. She leaned in close, until their faces almost touched and Mekhi could feel her right hand slightly pulling the rubber band of his boxers away. Sabrina peeked down in mock innocence and smiled contently. She pulled the boxers down and gently rubbed Mekhi's exposed member back and forth.
Although all Mekhi's senses were enjoying the feeling, his spirit broke inside and he started crying. He'd never been this embarassed or humiliated before. Getting raped by a woman, being completely helpless, no hope of anyone coming to help, Mekhi felt desperately scared.
Sabrina's face suddenly went from coy and seductive to surprised as she looked down. Mekhi didn't know what was going on at first. Something had happened that didn't go according to Sabrina's plan. And then he heard it. The sound of water hitting tiles. Not water, he realized. pee! He was wetting himself with fright! Tears flowed freely down Mekhi's face as he realized that he was standing there, completely naked, wetting himself and scared shitless for what was going to happen next.
BUM BUM BUM! Cliffhangar ending! Bet you didn’t see that one coming, did you? Want me to continue this story. Just say the word. Got any suggestions? Got something you wanna see added to this story? Let me know. I can’t guarantee it’ll make the story, but I’ll give it a chance. |
So, a friend of mine asked recently asked me to write a short story about female desperation. He was curious to see a story in a certain set that he had set up, and asked me to write it. He liked it well enough and gave me permission to post it here. Thought I'd share it with you guys.
I know it's short, but hopefully you'll enjoy it nonetheless. One shot story, I'm afraid, so don't ask for sequels as this idea wasn't even mine to begin with.
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Early morning desperation.
Zach awoke to some unusual sounds for a saturday morning. Still half drunk with sleep, he first heard a door open and close, followed by some rapid footsteps, a loud bang on the door and some swearing. Then water started running and the swearing passed on into disgruntled noise and restless pacing.
His room was right next to the bathroom and the walls of his room had always been thin. He was just gratefull that his room was opposite that of his sisters and their mom. He really didn't wanna have to hear anything going on in their rooms. It was already awkward enough having to battle for the bathroom with two women every morning. He didn't even bother anymore. He almost never won those battles anyway, so now he just let them go first and resigned to his fate of always being the last one in the bathroom and thus the one responsible for cleaning it up.
A stupid rule, but when you're just a teeanger, you don't get a lot of say in your house. He looked at the alarm clock and saw that it was only 8:30. Way too early for a saturday morning.
He rolled over and tried to close his eyes for a while longer, but the sounds that had awoken him and were still continuing right now made it impossible. Zach grumbled and rolled out of bed. He yawned lazily and opened the door to the hall.
'JESUS CHRIST, BETH,' he yelled and jumped back slamming his door shut. 'What the fuck are you doing prancing around the hall like that?'
'Get lost, Zach,' his sister yelled back at him through his bedroom door. 'What's your problem, anyway?'
'My problem? My problem is my elder sister is walking down the hallway in her underwear. NOT something I wanna see early in the morning. Put on some clothes, will you?'
He heard the pacing sounds stopping, then moving themselves away from his door. He heard another door open a bit further down the hall and he went back down the hallway.
His sister came back from her own room. She had pulled a loosefitting T-shirt over her to cover up her bra but hadn't bothered to cover up her lower half. Zach glanced a quick view of light blue cotton panties before he hurriedly averted his gaze. If Beth had been anyone else but his sister, he might've been turned on, but she wasn't. His sister Bethany was eighteen, two years older then him, and the guys at school considered her to be quite goodlooking.
Zach didn't even want to consider that option and always pretended not to have heard comments about her. She was tall, slender and have a nice figure, but she was still his sister. Family wasn't meant to be considered in such a fashion.
Zach rolled his eyes and focused on looking her in the face. He quickly noticed something was wrong with his sister. Well, even more so then usual. She was nervously pacing up and down the hallway, occasionaly stealing a glance at the bathroom door. A few times, she stopped gathered a few deep breaths and then continued pacing for a while. Zach watched this ritual for a short time, then finally asked, 'Ok, spill. What's up now?'
'Nothing!' Beth spat back at him. 'I just need to use the bathrooOOOoohm. Oooooh.'
Beth stopped talking midway and jammed both hands down her legs. She had one leg pulled up and danced about on the other.
Zach, too embarassed to do anything other then watch, remained silent and waited for the show to be over. Finally, Beth regained some of her composure and went back to pacing. Her pace was much more rapid now, though. You didn't have to be a genius to figure out what was going on here.
'That bad?' Zach asked.
'No,' Beth snapped, ' I just thought it'd be fun to test my bladder endurance this weekend. What the fuck do you think?'
Unfazed, because he knew his sister, Zack continued, 'Why didn't you go last night when you snuck back in?'
'Yea, real smart that. And wake you up and risk you ratting me out to mom. Not a chance. Ooooh, why does this fucking house only have one bathroom?!'
Beth continued pacing about, one hand between her legs, furiously attempting to hold back the flood. She walked towards Zach, turned on the balls of her feet and walked away from him. Zach just watched. He didn't know what else to do. Suddenly, as Beth was walking back towards him, she moved her hand from between her legs to inside her panties.
'Whoa!' Zach responded 'Not suited for the eyes of little brothers!' and turned his back to his sister.
'Oh, stow it, Zach. It's not like you can see anything!'
'Uhu,' Zach responded and walked backwards towards the bathroom door, just to make sure.
He banged on the door and yelled, 'Hey mom, Beth's gotta use the loo. Like really bad. Let her in.'
'What the fuck?!' Beth yelled. 'What is your problem?'
'I'm not cleaning up the mess if you decide to pee the hallways, Beth. No fucking way!'
'One more minute' their mother yelled from inside the bathroom.
Beth had stopped pacing and shot Zach a dirty look, which quickly passed. Her face flustered and she held her crotch with both hands. Despite himself, Zach looked anyway and saw small rivulets of pee running down Beth's shapely legs. 'Ooooh, hurry up,' Beth moaned.
'MOOOM,' Zach yelled and banged on the door. 'Now would be a good time to open the door!'
'Alright, already. Hold on.' Their mother opened the door, a moist towel wrapped around her otherwise naked figure and Zach blushed, retreating back to the safety of his bedroom door.
Beth, noticing the door opening, didn't waste anytime, and stripped down her panties down to her knees, let them fall the rest of the way and dashed into the bathroom, one hand tucked between her legs. A small stream of pee streaked out behind her. Both her relatives looked on in amazement at the show. Zach was pretty sure he was never going to be able to burn the memory out of his mind of seeing his sister's naked backside dashing into the bathroom followed by a stream of pee.
They heard the sound of water clattering into the toilet followed by a huge moan of relief and the ripping of toiletpaper. Mother and son looked each other in the eye as if to seek confirmation with each other that what they had just seen was real. Zach blushed and looked away, while his mother just stood down the hallway, holding up her towel with one hand.
'Hey, uhm... guys' came Beth's voice from down the bathroom, 'could one of you maybe .. euhm... give me back my panties?'
Both Zach and his mother turned to look at the discarded pair of panties laying down the hallway and burst into laughing. |
Hello all,
I had originally written this for Experience Project but as I've discovered this awesome site I decided to share it here as well.
It's just a piece of fiction I wrote involving my ultimate fantasy; being with a woman who enjoys desperation role-playing (ie: likes to get desperation and then be denied the use of the toilet). I love desperation and wetting (as a result of the former) but to have a kindred spirit to share it with would be out of this world. So this story is about just such a relationship.
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The pub is surprisingly empty given the time. It's mid-evening on a Friday night and we have our pick of several choice tables. I guide you to a booth in the back and we sit side by side, facing outwards towards the stage, watching the band as they set up. It's an "English" style pub and a couple times a week they have a local band come in to play live music. Usually an East Coast style with plenty of fiddle and every second song being about whiskey or beer (or both). It's a comfortable place you feel happy sitting in, losing oneself in conversation and drink. We come here often.
The waitress comes by with menu's but I turn them down. We've just come from dinner, at a restaurant down the street, and are here for some extended "dessert" instead. We ask for a couple of pints and then pick at the final pieces of a topic we brought in with us, finally laying it to rest and sitting in silence for a moment. Then you turn to me and sheepishly say "I need to pee".
It sounds like a statement but know it's actually a request. This is confirmed by the fact that you haven't excused yourself to the bathroom and are instead looking to me for some type of response. I can see the waitress returning with our order and I hold up a "just a second" finger as she reaches our table. You cross your legs.
After we've been given our drinks I pretend to give some thought to the waitress' question of "is there anything else I can get you?" before letting her leave. The band is doing mic checks and I can feel your eyes on me, even though I'm watching them instead.
"Well?", you ask politely.
"Hmmm?", I reply feigning forgetfulness. "Well what dear?". I relish making you ask again, I love hearing those words.
A group sit down at the booth next to us, and I can see the pub is finally starting to fill up. You give them a quick glance, then sliding in closer and blushing slightly ask again. "I need to go pee". The embarrassment is adorable and only further endears me to you.
"Right!", I say as though I've just remembered your earlier question. "Let me see, what should we do?". I say "we" but we know it's just me who will decide. You've given me total control and I know you won't get up and pee unless I let you, even if that means sitting in a puddle.
I look at the time and think about how much you had with dinner. Some wine, and some water. However it's still early and I'm settling in for the long haul. I love dragging these things out and I don't want it to be over too quickly. I feel like it's been a while since we've been able to hang out, just the two of us, and I genuinely enjoy your company.
"I'd like to stay a while and I'm not sure I'll give you another break later on. Are you sure you want to use your chance now?", I ask. I purposely word things to give you a little hope, with uncertainty, for later in the evening. Your knee is bouncing and you pause only a moment before nodding. I reach over and mark a point halfway down your glass. "Okay dear, you can go once you've finished this much of your drink".
Much to my surprise, you cross your legs the other way and then chug down the required amount. You then get up and smiling coyly, head to the toilet.
There is always a balance when controlling one's bladder, as you try to get things just right. I deny the toilet 90% of the time but to make things more interesting I will occasionally let you go. Besides I know breaking the seal and drinking more pints is going to fill you up fast.
I watch you as you return, weaving in and out of people and tables, admiring the look of your grey skirt, matching blazer and collared white blouse. We've both come from work and you look amazing. As you approach you slip off your blazer and place it on top of my own discarded jacket, on the seat next to us. I can just barely make out your bra through your shirt and it's pleasantly distracting.
The band is in full swing now and after some sporadic attempts to talk over the noise, we settle back to give them our full attention. I have the waitress bring us two more pints as well as some water. My arm is around your waist with my hand on the side of your thigh and as the band starts in on a heartbreaking ditty about a pub with no beer, you rest your head on my shoulder.
By the time of the band takes a break the table is a graveyard of empty glasses. You're crossing your legs again and there is a subtle rocking in your hips. I sense you're going to say something but cut if off. "Man I really have to pee now", I say standing up. "I'll be back in a moment". I see your face fall knowing you'll have to wait on me to return as well as imagining the relief I soon get feel. The suggestion teases you and without the distraction of music you've become very aware of your bladder. As I pass the waitress I ask for some more water.
On the way back to the table I run into a work colleague who joins us. While I'm annoyed by the interruption I also know it means a further delay before you'll ask me about your need. I can feel your movement beside me, knee bouncing and legs tightly crossed. Your hands are in your lap, more for the psychological effect of being close to your crotch as you're not holding yourself. Not in public. Not with my coworker across from you. I reach down and hold one of your hands. I give it a squeeze; our private system to indicate how excited you're making me. Reflectively you look down at my crotch, before catching yourself and blushing. I doubt anyone even noticed. My coworker is rattling on about office politics and I barely have the mental capacity to add the polite nods and "uh huhs" required when pretending to be interested. All my attention is on you. On how much you've had to drink. On how full your bladder must be. On your subtle but constant movement that tells the trained eye you're desperate. You squeeze my hand several times in return, your own signal that you're bursting.
"Hon, can you scratch my back?", you suddenly say to me. There is a quiet pleading in your eyes. It's the code phrase we've come up with so you can ask permission to pee when in a crowd of people. We designed it to be simple and innocent in nature. The type of thing you can interrupt a conversation for without looking rude and is quickly forgotten by everyone else. If I start at the bottom of your back and scratch upwards, the answer is "yes". If I start at the top of your back and move down, the answer is "no". There is a kinky excitement to being able to so openly "talk" about peeing without anyone actually knowing. I can feel a tight throb in my pants as I reach over and begin scratching downward. Your shoulders seem to shrink with the answer and you squeeze my hand once more. Hard.
Looking at the time I suggest we should be going and my coworker finally leaves to return to his table. I catch the eye of the waitress, indicating I'd like to settle the bill and we get ourselves sorted out. "Oh my god I need to pee so badly" you whisper breathlessly in my ear. "I thought I was going to wet my panties sitting there, can I please go to the toilet?".
"No", I reply. "You can go when we get home".
"I don't think I can wait that long though", you plead. "I'm worried I'm going to pee my pants soon".
"No".
"Please? Oh god you don't understand how bad it is, I'm sure I won't make it. Please?".
I love when you beg. You bounce up and down, knees knocked together. I'm so excited I can hear my heart pounding in my ears and I feel like the entire world must be able to see my bulge. I hold my folded blazer in front of myself to hide it.
"No you can't. Let's get going or I'll make you finish the last of the water here".
The threat of more liquid causes you to cross your legs briefly. "No no, don't do that. Okay lets get going, but we need to hurry, I feel like I'm going to lose it if I just keep standing here".
It's a clear summer night. The coolness in the air is a welcome reprieve from the heat of the day. I let you set the pace and you're walking as quickly as your heels and bladder with allow. Home is about a 20 minute walk, the first part taking us out of the busier town area and then into the quieter residential area. I'm guessing you want to get there as soon as possible so you can hold yourself without anyone being around to see. I can hear you moan and whimper to yourself. During a brief moment of privacy you press into the front of your skirt. I take the same moment to adjust myself, you're sexy squirming is making walking uncomfortable for both of us.
The last business we pass, before moving away from town, is a McDonalds. You stop and look longingly at it. "Please, oh god, please I can go use their toilet? I'm going to leak".
I pull you in close to me, one hand on your back the other on your backside. I press my excitement against you and kiss you deeply. Then I lean in close to your ear and whisper, "No".
Taking your hand I pull you away from the store and I catch a glimpse of your hard nipples through your shirt. As the yellow sign disappears around a corner you whimper, "I'm going to make my own golden arches in a second".
"What?" I respond laughing, "that barely even makes sense".
"I know, I just need to pee so badly I can't think straight. My desperation has super sized since we left that pub".
"Oh groan. We're not going back there you know, you'll just have to hold it until home".
"But I'm McFrantic with a side order of wet panties".
"Now you're not even trying".
We enter a small park, following a path to cut through it. You take advantage of the dark to really press into yourself. You continue holding yourself the whole way though, stopping every so often to get yourself back under control before moving again. I drink in these moments, watching you jiggle and wriggle about. I give myself a squeeze for another reason.
When we leave the park and enter the light of the street lamps again you continue to hold yourself. There is no one on the sidewalk so I know you can get away with it, but it's still a brave thing to do. Anyone could be watching from their windows. Anyone could turn around a corner. But desperate times call for desperate measures and you're fast approaching the point of no return.
We reach the crosswalk of a busy road and it's the first time we've had to wait for lights since leaving town. You stop holding yourself as cars and the occasional person is about but you can't stand still. You're pacing and wiggling. There is no doubt you're bursting. Suddenly you stiffen and I'm sure I hear a hiss. You moan and bend slightly, hands wringing tightly beside you. I look down and see small splash pattern on the sidewalk. It would be easy to miss if you weren't paying attention, but I am paying attention and I see it all. The glisten of drops on your shoes. The thin line snaking down your left leg.
"I leaked" you whisper, facing burning red.
"I'd say", I grin and as the lights change in our favour, I lead you across the road with me. Your hand in mine (your other fixed permanently to your crotch), we rush the remaining few blocks to our apartment building. We move with an urgency fuelled by your bursting bladder and my own mad desire to tear your clothes off. By the time we each the entrance doors your breath is haggard, but not from dash.
"Hurry!", you moan, voice strained with desperation as I fish out my keys and let us into the lobby. We're the only ones in there and you're dancing about both hands kneading the front of your skirt. I press the button to call the elevator and we watch as it slowly makes it's way down from the top floor. The elevator here is notoriously slow, a fact that is annoying the majority of the time. Tonight however I want to sing its praises.
"Oh my god, I'm going to flood this carpet, I don't know if I can make it in time".
"You'll be fine", I say in a soothing voice while rubbing your back and downplaying the situation. "We'll make it with plenty of time to spare". We both know that isn't true. You respond with only a whimper. My hand moves down to your ass and gives it a playful pat as the doors open and you stagger in.
I make a show of slowly finding our floor and pressing the button. You stamp your feet quickly and turn about in the lift, unable to stand still. "Hurry, I'm going to wet myself".
As the doors shut, I move over to you and press your back against the wall. "Let's see how wet you got down here" I whisper in your ear, as my hand carefully traces a path from your ass, up under your skirt, and to your front of your panties.
"I was wet before I leaked" you tease and I kiss the side of your neck as my hand explores between your legs. You're panties are still quite damp and I can feel the heat of your sex radiating through them. You're straining and quivering against my palm, your thighs trapping my hand as you squeeze your legs together while you bounce. I fight to keep my kisses soft and gentle and the urge to take you immediately is all encompassing.
*Ding*, the elevator interrupts as it announces our floor. "I thought this thing was supposed to be slow" I grumble as you rush out and down the hall.
"Thank god it's not", you call back to me, "I was about to hiss all over your palm."
"Yeah, that would have been a tragedy", I smirk back, sorting my keys again as I meander to meet you at our door. Again I make a show of slowly unlocking the door but you're too desperate to even protest. You just dance about, muttering to yourself over and over again about how you're going to lose it any second. It makes me want you all the more.
With the door open you dash in, struggling to take your shoes off as quickly as you can, and throwing your bag and jacket over a chair. As I close and lock the door, I can hear you shuffling your way to the bathroom.
"Stop". I don't yell it, nor is there any hint of anger in my voice. However I am firm and you obey, jiggling about in place. "Not just yet" I follow up, and then move to take off my own shoes and blazer, emptying my pockets and generally just sorting myself out as one does when they first get home.
"Oh please can I go? I'm going to pee myself. I can't hold it". You're frantic. From your breath to your voice to your constantly shifting body, there is no mistaking that you're a woman on the verge of losing control.
"No, not yet". I grab some towels we had left out and place them on the floor. I pull over a chair from the table and put it on top of the towels.
"Pppppppllllllleeeeaaasssseeeee?", you beg. "I'm going to leak. I'm going to burst. I need to go within the next minute or I'm not going to make it". You carry on like this, one plead after another, wriggling about with sweet relief only feet away from you.
I no longer reply. I walk as calmly as I can towards you. My erection bulging obviously in my pants. I want to run over. I want to grab you up in my arms and pull you in so tight, against my body, we become one. I move my hand around you and grab your ass, squeezing it while I bring you in close, allowing your to feel my hard heat pressing against your body. I then unzip your skirt and stepping back, let it fall to the floor. Your hands quickly return to your crotch, massaging back the impending flood.
I shift my attention to the buttons of your blouse. I notice for the first time they are the snap kind. Grateful, I hold back my desire no longer and tear open your shirt, flinging it to one side and then waste no time freeing your breasts from your bra. I kiss down your neck to your left breast and playfully bite at your nipple. You moan and tense up. I look down to see a little pee dripping through your fingers. "I'm going to lose it" you say quietly, staring into my eyes.
I pull you towards the chair and sit on it. Then I turn you around and have you sit on my lap, your back against my chest. You can feel my excitement throbbing under you. I want all of you all at once. My lips kiss and nibble at your neck and shoulders. My hands play with your breasts and tweak your nipples. My fingers run along your thighs and up between your legs. They slowly rub the outside of your wet panties and tease the elastic band, slipping underneath it all too briefly. I continue doing all this as you bounce gently on my lap.
"Please".
I don't know if you want me to let you pee or make you cum. I'm not sure you know either. My hand finds itself way inside your panties and I continue rub, pinch, play and tease, increasing my pace.
You're hot. I can feel your heat everywhere I touch. I can feel you shaking, squirming, wiggling. You're moaning softly. My hand gets wet. It gets wet again. I can feel the warmth drip down and seep onto my lap. The intensity of my pace increases. Your body rocks and pushes back against me.
"Please".
Your right hand reaches up beside my face. It runs along my cheek and then grabs the back of my head. Your left hand moves up on top of my own. It guides my touch, squeezing and rubbing your breasts. I give control over so I can fully concentrate on the quivering hot wetness of your sex.
"Please".
The moment builds to it's crescendo. My hand gets wet again. Your breath is rapid. Your hips buck.
"I can't…"
For a split second everything freezes, then your grip tightens and I feel nails on the back of my neck. You call out and your body tenses as climax takes you. I feel a powerful rush against my hand and hear you hissing as you pee forcefully in your pants. In seconds I am soaked, as your hot pee waterfalls into my lap, and you sigh from the relief of both your bladder and your orgasm.
When you're done, still panting slightly from the relief, you stand up, turn around and straddle me. Wrapping your arms around me, I do the same and we sit in silence for a time.
"I got you wet", you say. Looking down at myself I can see I am completely drenched. The towels beneath the chair are full to capacity and a small puddle pulls away from their grasp.
"I know, you're a naughty girl aren't you?", I reply smiling. "Can't even hold a little pee."
You stand and head to the bathroom. Your panties a beautiful two tone colour, with a few droplets still gliding their way down the back of your legs. "Shower?" you ask looking over your shoulder.
I grin and begin to remove my wet clothing, then follow. "Why not, the night is still young". |
The children bounded off the bus, glad to be on the ground, after a two hour rise from the city. Most ran to clam choice bunks in the various cabins. Some, including Emma, made a bee line for the bathroom. Too much orange juice at breakfast, and that Coke sneaked out of the basement refrigerator -- Emma always drank too much when she was excited; and Emma was certainly excited. She'd been to Church Camp before, but always with the little kids -- the grade schoolers. At last she was old enough to go with the Jr. High group. That's where Emma belonged, she knew -- with the big girls, teenagers, the almost women, with boyfriends and periods and zits and all those teen things.
"Emma, come on, so we can get bunks together." Alice. Emma really had to go, but she couldn't ignore her best friend. "Coming." With one last longing glance toward the bathroom, Emma races off after Alice.
It was the very best cabin, the one nearest the boys cabins. Dotty, Alice's older sister, said you could actually see through the boy's windows -- that is, if you broke a few strategic branches off the intervening pine trees. She said she had actually seen Dean Moore in his undies. Dean Moore! To die for. A ninth grade god. Maybe Emma, too....Emma shook off the day dream. Thoughts of boys made her have to go worse. Emma didn't need that. What she needed was a bathroom.
Clang, clang, clang. The dining hall bell signalled lunch time. Everyone headed out the door and across the ball field. Emma looked at the bathrooms. O how she wanted to go, to pee, to teetee, as her silly Mom called it, to pee, dog gone it. "I have to friggin pee!" screamed Emma to herself. But the bathroom would have to wait; it didn't do to be late for lunch.
"I bet we can drink more milk than you can." Alice was challenging a neighboring table to the traditionsl Church Camp drinking contest. "Bet you can't! And the race was on. "Alright," said alice, leaning in secretly toward her table sisters. "Everybody's got to kill a quart. Got it? One quart. I think that will skunk them. "What to we get if we win?" asked Babbara, always the calculator. "It's not the winner who gets it, Barbie; it's the loser. Losers have to run around the cabin three times in their panties." Hoots and giggles. "What about bras?" asked Mona. "You don't need one, dear; wait till next year." Uproareous laughter; Emma tightened her thighs together. Gee she had to go! She thought she was going to wether pants right there at the table. Was the crotch of her panties already damp. Emma prayed not.
"Ohhhhhh! Yuk! Suzie Mae at the other was barfing milk like a fountain, all over the floor, even out of her nose. "We win! We win!" screamed Alice, jumping up and down. "Better get your panties ready." Say, how about we invite Dean and his friends to watch the show?" Groans rose from the other table. Then, all sound ceased.
"Congratulations, girls; once again you have drunk two days of milk at one sitting." Miss Hesenhoffer, queen of the camp kitchen -- she who must be avoided, or encountered at one's peril. "Since you sweethearts won the milk drinkingh contest, why don't you get the mops and clean up Suzie Mae's little accident." Groans. But there was nothing for it. Out came the mops.
Finally, they were out of the dining hall, running and giggling toward the ball field. Thank goodness there was a bathroom there! Emma's eyeballs were floating. "Let me make it, pleaseeeeeee!"
"Okay, everyone; choose up teams. We're going to play some softball." Mr. Bowen was the best camp counsellor of all. He always behaved as a mature adult, but with a little mischief in him, too -- nothing naughty, mind you. Mr. Bowen just enjoyed working with children.
"Bee there in a minute. Gotta use the "facilities." Emma quick-walked toward the bathrooms. "They're locked, Emma; sorry. We've had a sceptic problem. You'll have to use the batbhroom in the cabin area." Mr. Bowen shrugged. "If you really have to go, take Alice with you, but come right back." Thank Heavens Mr. Bowen understood!
"She doesn't need to go," spoke up Alice. "Let's play ball!" Emma shot Alice the evil eye. "Why did you say that? I'm about to teetee...I mean, pee my pants."
"Teetee! You still call it teetee, like a little girl," Alice teased. "It's my mother; she thinks I am still a little girl." Do you know she actually told grandma to get me some My Little Pony panties for my birthday. Thank Heavens she couldn't find any in my size!"
"My Little Pony, My Little Pony," Alice chanted. "Come on, girls, called Mr. Bowden, let's play ball."
Emma's team batted first, then took the field. Emma took right field. It was far away and nothing much happened there. Emma could focus on holding. Funny how desperation makes you feel like your bladder is the only thing in your whole body. Why did I drink all that milk? lamented Emma. But she knew why; that was the game, and Emma was a player.
"Yikes!" Pee pressed to the very verge of Emma's slit. She clinched her thighs. Please! Please! Please! Thank Heavens, the urge was subsiding. But it would come again...and again.
Four innings passed, fast by the clock, unbearable slow by Emma's bladder. Her panties were definitely damp. Surrepticiously Emma had turned around and felt up the leg of her pink shorts. Yep, definitely damp. Is ity showing? Oh I hopoe not!
That's when Emma felt the urge begin building, but something was different. Her muscles didn't want to squueze and clinch. It was like her body was actually trying to push the pee out. Sweat broke out on Emma's forehead. O no! Emma felt the unstopple urge work its way down her urethra, to her slit, into her panties with a sizzinmg squirt. Desperately Emma grabbed her crotch. almost, almost...but no. A little pee was still running out. Her hand felt warm. Thern she felt something run down her left leg. Emma's muscles just gave up and let loose a flood of pee -- in her pants, down her legs, soaking her socks and sneakers, running onto the ground. The worst thing ever!
"Emma's peeing her pants." Good old unstoppable Alice. Emma's face burned. She gave a half wave. Mr. Bowen pointed toward the cabins. Emma started walking; no need to hurry now. |
(Yeah…another FMA fanfic. As if I haven't written too many already.)
ONE
Edward Elric tossed around in his sleep, moaning and whimpering softly. He and Alphonse had stopped at an inn late at night, after a long day of battling and eating nothing.
Sweat rolled down Ed's face. He couldn't remember exactly what his dream was about, but he was currently a child, a cliff behind him and a sinister figure in front of him. He took a step back, then plummeted over the edge of the cliff…
Edward sat up quickly, his heart racing. He calmed down when he realized he was still in bed at the inn. Al had apparently left in the night to go for a walk, seeing as how he couldn't sleep, but something seemed off. The Fullmetal Alchemist was suddenly aware of a loud hissing noise erupting from his pants. He panicked again, letting out a loud "gyaaaaaaa!" of distress. He willed himself to regain control, jamming his hands into his groin, but it was too late. A golden stream flowed from his body with great force, soaking the sheets and forming a large yellow puddle under him. He grabbed frantically at his crotch, glad his brother wasn't there to see him holding himself as he wet the bed. All he succeeded in doing was soaking his hands. A doomed feeling washed over the boy. His bladder was emptying onto the hotel's sheets, and there was nothing Ed could do about it.
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Edward yawned loudly as he and Al set out the next morning. Between stashing the soaked sheets away and cleaning himself as best as he could, the undersized alchemist had hardly had any time to sleep. His hair was messy, and he had given up trying to braid it and merely put it in a ponytail. He threw on his coat and adjusted his gloves as the two brothers stepped outside into the chilly winter air. They had completed yet another mission. Ed had only to report to Colonel Mustang at this point, and was in no hurry to see the smart mouthed Flame Alchemist.
"Hey Al…" Ed yawned, "what do you say we stop so can eat first? I'm starving."
Al paused.
"But…Ed…"
Edward sighed.
"Look, Al, I'm sick of eating nothing but bread I transmute from grass! We still have enough money for the train, if that's what you're worried about."
So it was agreed, or, rather, forced upon Alphonse that the two of them would stop in a caffe near the train station. Edward counted his money before buying several small cakes and, though he had never liked it, coffee. Of course, with the amount of sugar and cream he added, one could hardly consider it coffee. Al just looked around, wishing he could eat. The little cakes and rows of scones looked so good, but in his metal body he had no stomach.
After Ed had scarfed down most of the little cakes, save a chocolate one and two filled with jam, which he had placed carefully in a paper bag for later, the two left with just enough money for the train. It was as they were leaving that Ed realized he had forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving the hotel that morning. It was a pain, an inconvenience at most, he decided, as he didn't have to go that badly yet. Besides, if he stopped to pee now they would miss their train, and the next one wasn't for over an hour; not a long wait, however the Elric brothers were in a hurry. They had decided the night before that they would stop in Resembool before returning to report to Mustang, using the excuse that Ed's automail needed repairs. There was nothing to do but tough it out. Besides, Edward was fifteen. If he could survive the loss of both an arm and a leg, learn to fight using mechanical limbs, and become a state alchemist at the age of twelve, he could hold in his urine for a couple of hours. He'd already wet the bed that night, and there was no way in hell he was gonna have an accident while he was wide awake.
After about five or so minutes, Edward and Alphonse were seated in the train. Edward was staring out the window, as usual, although he seemed more distracted and easily startled, not his relaxed, alert self. Twice he had practically jumped out of his seat, once when a man several seats away coughed loudly, and once when a child sitting on the side opposite them dropped a toy he'd been playing with.
"Nii-San?" Al asked finally as someone sneezed, causing Ed to sit completely rigid and bite his lip.
"Is something the matter?"
"…I'm fine, Al." Edward lied after a moment, though he obviously wasn't. He was sweating bullets and his lip was bleeding where he bit it. He was leaning forward slightly, both hands nervously balling up the fabric of his pants just above the knee.
Al sighed. There was really no point in trying to squeeze information out of his stubborn older brother. It was easier to squeeze the juice out of an apple with one hand.
Edward bit his lip again, crossing one leg over the other. He hadn't had to go so badly fifteen minutes ago when they first got on the train, and while he was confident he could hold it until they reached Resembool in an hour or so, he didn't think it would be easy or comfortable. He sighed, uncrossing his legs then crossing the the other way. Only an hour, not counting the five minute walk to Winry's house, and he could take care of this. Only an hour…
The thought echoed through his mind for about half an hour. By then he had begun squirming in his seat, constantly rubbing his legs together. He received odd looks from countless passengers, but he didn't seem to notice. He was too busy trying to prevent himself from soaking his pants on the train. Besides, better to be seem squirming like that than to pee yourself in public.
"Al…" Ed hissed weakly, "how much longer?"
"About 25 minutes, why?" Al replied.
"No reason…no reason." his brother sighed.
Ed looked out the window again. He had just managed to get his mind off his aching bladder when he was hit with a wave of desperation. He reached down with his left hand and squeezed himself until the feeling went away. More strange looks, of course. Al glanced at his brother.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned.
"I already told you I'm fine!" Edward snapped, his face reddening. The train hit a sudden bump on the track, and Ed leaned forward, jamming both hands into his crotch. By then, even Al knew what was wrong, and he sighed. His brother could be so…difficult sometimes. And a human body was so troublesome. Eating, sleeping…and having to stop for the bathroom.
"We'll be there soon, Ed." Al promised. Edward just grunted, still grabbing himself.
After 25 hellish minutes, the two arrived at the station in the small, nearly empty town, if one could even call it a town, of Resemool. Since all the houses were spread so far apart in Resembool, it would take a good five minutes to arrive at Winry's house. Edward got shakily to his feet, a spurt of golden liquid forcing its way out. Ed panicked, but his pants were, to his relief, still dry. Al carried Ed's suitcase as they walked, as Ed's hands were both in his pockets as he secretly held himself. The walk would only take five minutes, but it was mostly uphill and Ed was already getting desperate. Every so often he would leak a little, and by the time they were halfway there he had a visible patch of wetness on the crotch of his pants. Just as Winry's house came into view, Ed's bladder spasmed and he stopped to cross his legs. A thin trail of pee snaked down his left leg, and he bounced slightly in place. He couldn't believe he had to go that badly! He had been fine when they first got on the train, and that was only just over an hour ago. There was a loud hiss as another jet of pee forced its way into his pants. He looked up at Al, his vision blurred by tears. Al had dropped Ed's suitcase and was now standing in front of him.
"Ed! Are you okay?"
Before Ed could say anything, his bladder answered for him. There was a gentle pattering sound, which quickly grew to a rather audible hiss. The front of Ed's pants quickly became soaked, as did his legs. A large puddle grew around his feet, and his hands, still at his crotch, grew wet. After about two minutes, the golden stream slowly trickled off. Ed groaned. His gloves had been stained yellow, and his red coat had taken a great deal of damage as well.
"Damn…" he muttered.
"Winry's gonna kill me!"
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Scribbled together rather quickly. I hope you all enjoy it.
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“Are you hungry?”
“What?”
“I can hear your stomach. You should get something to eat. No telling when we'll find another sphere,” Shinra spoke without turning to face her, so he didn't see Yuna's frown.
“Can you show me the one we just found,” Yuna asked. Her stomach was rumbling, and audibly. A sort of wet growl issued from her lower abdomen and she shifted her weight from her right leg to her left.
“Not yet. It was pretty fuzzy. It will take a while to clean it up and get a picture.”
“You'll let me know when we can watch it?”
“Yes.” Yuna's stomach rumbled, and she shifted her weight again. “Go get something to eat.”
“Yeah,” Yuna agreed. She stepped away from Shinra's console. Her boots clicked against the metal floor as she made her way up the stairs and into the lift corridor. She pressed the button to call the lift, and let out a soft moan of discomfort.
Shinra had been wrong about the sounds coming from her stomach. Yuna didn't need to put something in, she needed to let something out. The urge had come on suddenly a few minutes after she, Rikku, and Paine had returned to the Celsius following a successful sphere hunt in Mount Gagazet and refused to let up. It was starting to get bad, and she tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the lift.
She stepped inside when it finally arrived, and pressed in the command that would take her to the cabin. The lift shifted, and began to move. Yuna felt a sharp cramp in her lower abdomen. She shook her head and let out a groan of discomfort. The pain doubled her over, it made her squirm in place in hopes of somehow loosening the knot in her stomach.
She hoped she wasn't coming down with a stomach bug. She couldn't afford to be stuck on the toilet if another sphere popped up. Or worse, get caught short in the middle of a fight in some ancient tunnel with nowhere to go but her hot pants. A bubbling gurgle issued from deep within her bowels. If the lift didn't hurry up, she might find herself in that situation now.
The lift at last reached the cabin, and Yuna hurried out. Barkeep greeted her with a wave, and she offered a pained smile in return. She was getting more desperate, and could feel her sphincter quivering as it struggled to hold back the load. It was as if her body knew relief was near, and so had sent the contents of her colon on the fast track toward daylight.
The bathroom wasn't far from the lift, but by the time Yuna stepped in and shut the door behind her she felt a cold sweat trickling down her spine. Her stomach felt tight, as if everything inside her had been pulled into a compact knot. She clenched as tightly as she could, but she could feel her anus getting loose. She was on the verge of losing control, but her salvation was in sight. She flicked the lights on and made a beeline to the toilet in the back of the bathroom.
Frantic fingers worked the button of her hot pants loose on her way to the toilet. She stood just inches in front of the bowl, and could feel herself starting to dilate. She bit down on her lower lip, struggling to hold on for just a few more moments. She grasped her zipper's tab between her thumb and forefinger and pulled down.
It didn't budge.
She tugged again, but the zipper refused to move. She looked down, her brow knotted with desperation. A flap of denim from her shorts had caught in the teeth of her zipper, and the brass chain had bitten down hard. “No,” she moaned, giving the tab a hard yank first down, then up trying to free her shorts.
“Come on... come on,” she pleaded. The zipper refused to budge. An icy sweat had formed in her palms, and made it impossible to find a good grasp on the tab. Her stomach rumbled. It was a loud, wet gurgling noise that issued from somewhere deep within. Her body seemed to be asking what the hold up was. She felt a knot forming in her side, and a tremendous weight pressing against her exhausted anus. Her bowels would void themselves soon, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
She slid her thumbs into the waist of her shorts. It was a tight fit, and she could feel the circulation being cut off. She didn't care. She pushed down as hard as she dared, but the denim hugged her hips too tightly. Like her zipper, the shorts refused to budge. Her bowels rumbled again. Yuna bent her knees as she squeezed her sphincter with all her strength. The cold sweat dotted her brow now, but her efforts were for naught. She could feel herself opening back there.
“No, no, no...” she whined softly. She grabbed the material stuck in her zipper as close to the teeth as she could and pulled, jiggled, and wriggled trying to work it free. The teeth refused to let go, like a big dog with its favorite toy.
When it finally happened, it was very sudden. Her sphincter relaxed involuntarily, and her anus opened like a broken floodgate. Everything came out in a hot, mushy rush. The mess was heavy and formless, and Yuna felt like she was expelling thick applesauce. It poured from between her shapely cheeks in a single unbroken stream.
Her hot pants couldn't expand, and so filled up very quickly. She felt the hot mess rushing across both cheeks as it piled up in the seat of her shorts. It expanded across her bottom like a balloon, forming a layer of sticky mush between her skin and the cotton of her panties. It flowed up her backside, filled in the crack between her cheeks and oozed out across her tailbone.
It was too soft to stay in her shorts, and she felt it squeezing through her right leghole. Thick, brown chucks of wet poop slid down the inside of her thigh before separating from her skin and falling to the ground with a soggy splat.
It felt so good to have it all rushing out of her. The pain in her stomach subsided as the mess was evicted, the knots loosened and the dreadful ache of fullness eased. When the flow began to slow, she gave a push. It was too late to worry about ruining her clothes now, and she simply wanted to make sure she was completely empty.
The mush slowly got thinner and wetter. It wasn't long before Yuna was voiding pure liquid. It was thicker than water, but there was nothing solid in her waste. She felt it pouring down the backs of her legs, the insides of her thighs, down her knees and into her boots. It felt very much like peeing from the wrong hole, like her backside was the mouth of some great waterfall.
Yuna had no choice but to stand there and let it happen. Her mouth hung agape. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Her shorts, full of feces, felt so heavy. The hot mess shifted around as she moved, she could feel it rubbing against her.
She was standing there in her own waste, trying to decide what to do when she heard a door open. It only took her a moment to realize that she had forgotten to lock it behind her.
“No! Don't come in!” she cried, but it was too late. Rikku was already standing in the bathroom, her green eyes wide as she surveyed the mess coating Yuna's legs and the ex-summoner's slightly sagging shorts. At least Rikku had the sense to close the door before Barkeep peeked in and caught Yuna too.
“Uh... everything okay, Yunie,” Rikku asked after a few moments of awkward silence passed between the two.
“I couldn't hold it,” Yuna blurted. “I was sick, and my zipper...” her voice trailed off. Her face felt like it was on fire. She could only imagine how red she must be. Her head hung in shame. “I can't believe this happened.”
“Oh, don't worry about it, Yunie,” Rikku said, trying to encourage Yuna with a cheery voice. “It happens to the best of us, especially when we're sick. Here...” Yuna watched Rikku's hands reach down. They grabbed hold of the denim caught in her zipper and Rikku pulled hard. Her face grew pink with effort, but she did finally manage to get the denim free. Rikku gave Yuna a gentle push toward the shower. “Go take your clothes off, and then we'll get you cleaned up.”
Yuna nodded, and waddled toward the shower. Thick, heavy globs of poop fell to the ground with a sick splat as she walked, leaving a trail behind her. She pulled her zipper down, her shorts and panties followed.
As she squatted to unlace her boots, she heard a muffled hissing and looked up to see Rikku sitting on the toilet. The blonde shrugged. “I had to go,” she said sheepishly as her urine splashed loudly into the bowl.
Yuna finally got her boots off. She set them aside with her ruined pants. She didn't know how she'd ever get them clean, but she needed to worry about herself first. “Would you hand me some toilet paper, Rikku?” She looked up to see her friend shaking her head, and running a bath towel under the faucet to get it damp.
“Toilet paper isn't gonna do it, Yunie. And you're not gonna be able to get clean by yourself. Turn around.” Yuna realized what Rikku was planning, and her blush deepened.
“Rikku, no. I can clean myself. I'll just take a shower...”
“Nope, I'm gonna take care of you. Besides, there's a lot of... it stuck on your bottom and between your cheeks. It might clog the drain if we don't wipe you first.” Rikku made a circular motion with her finger, indicating that she still wanted Yuna to turn around. She resisted at first, but in the end Rikku won out and Yuna found herself with her messy bottom facing Rikku and her hands braced against the wall.
She felt something warm and damp slip between her cheeks. The towel was coarse and uncomfortable against the sensitive skin between those two half-moons, but Rikku was gentle as she brought the towel up, scooping out the crap stuck between Yuna's cheeks.
“You really made a mess, Yunie,” Rikku teased. Yuna watched Rikku use the towel to carry a handful of mush to the toilet and drop it into the bowl. The blonde returned, and gently wiped away the mess clinging to Yuna's bottom and legs. She wet a clean portion of the towel, and scrubbed away the liquidy stuff that had started drying and caking to Yuna's legs.
When she'd finished, Rikku dropped the messy towel into the hamper. She grabbed Yuna's ruined clothes and deposited them as well. She closed the hamper and picked it up.
“Rikku, no! Let me clean them,” Yuna asked, but Rikku was already shaking her head.
“Nope. You need to take a shower and a nap and get better as quick as possible. What if we find another sphere? You don't wanna go hunting with diarrhea. What if this,” she holds up the hamper, “happens in the middle of a hunt? In front of Leblanc or her goons?” Rikku shook her head, as if to say she wouldn't let that happen. “You let me worry about cleaning up, you just worry about getting better.”
Yuna smiled. “Rikku... I owe you one.” |
A slight change from the normal story of RE 4, Ashley is taken captive during a time of crisis and... well...
It was a very third world house. Wooden structure all around, a pick-up truck that looked like it was built in the 40’s, and the grizzliest home owner Leon had ever seen. He looked like he hadn’t bathed in weeks, and had the angriest demeanor about him. Nevertheless, Leon knew he had a job to do, and this was as good a lead as any.
“Um, excuse me... sir?” Leon pulled a picture out of his jacket. “Have you seen this girl?”
The man turned, and gave Leon a very hateful look. He spouted something in spanish that Leon couldn’t understand, but the angry tone in his voice said it all. Leon raised his hands and backed off. “Sorry to have bothered you.” As Leon began to step away, he heard the sound of a rusty metal blade scrape against wood as it was lifted. In an instant he rolled to the side as the man swung a scythe, striking the floor. Leon drew his gun and pointed at it straight at the man’s head. “Freeze!” The man picked up the scythe and continued forward, ready to strike again. It was as if he had no fear of being shot. “I said freeze!” Leon said again. The man raised his weapon again prepared to impale Leon. The gun discharged and the man fell to the floor with a hole in his head.
Leon sighed. He was in disbelief. Why didn’t he stop? Was he so unafraid of death, or did he simply have a strong hatred for Americans? Leon’s radio buzzed as he pondered the dead man’s intentions. He picked up the ear piece, raising it to his ear. It was Ingrid Hunnigan.
“Leon, are you all right?”
Leon looked back at the body. “There was a hostile local. I had no choice but to neutralize him.”
“Get out of there, Leon. The subject is being held in a church not far from your position.”
“Understood.”
Angry voices were suddenly outside the house. Leon ran to the door, turned the knob, but it wouldn’t budge. He rammed the door with his shoulder... nothing. “They must have barred it from the other side.” Looking around, he saw the window. He leapt through and collided with another local. There was about three, each armed with a barbed or bladed farm implement. Knowing full well what was going to happen, Leon readied his weapon and took aim.
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“Ahh!!” Ashley screamed as she was thrown in the storage room. She lost her balance and fell into a stack of barrels. She regained her composure as quickly as she could and looked up at her kidnapper.
“You’ll stay here until Lord Saddler says otherwise.”
Ashley was confused. “You’re American! Why are you helping them!?” She cried.
The man laughed, “I have my reasons.” He closed the door and Ashley heard a click as he locked it.
Ashley stood up and looked around the room worriedly. No windows, or any other way to escape. “Oh no... why did this happen?” she whined. Why did she suddenly get kidnapped like this? Nothing made sense. Worse yet, Ashley could feel nature beginning to call. Her hands went between her legs as the pressure began to build. “Argh! Why me!? Why now!?” She yelled. She began pacing, trying to take her mind off of her misery. “Okay, maybe I can try to think of a way to escape.” On the off chance, Ashley tried the door. She tugged on it, pushed on it, but to no avail. She became even more worried.
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Leon sprinted forward and delivered a swift kick before the man could bring his chainsaw down upon him. The man flew backward and landed hard. Leon winced at the sound of the man’s skull cracking on a stone. The body lay there, the chainsaw still running. “Better not take any chances.” Leon aimed his gun at man’s head and shot a hole through the burlap sack that covered it. He then kicked the chainsaw away from his hand. This had been one hell of a nightmare. It was almost a Raccoon City revisit, except these didn’t seem to be zombies... or at least not any zombies he’d ever seen. They were shrugging off bullets in the same manner, but they seemed capable of communication. It was puzzling. Still, there was a job to do, regardless of the nature of these... things. Leon picked up the strange insignia and continued onward. A boat was waiting there in the river. Leon entered it and followed the river back down to where he first entered the area. He went up and through the door way and soon found himself back at the church. He started forward when he began to hear the faint pitter-patter of animals. Was it that dog from before that helped him against that giant? No, and there were more of them. Leon holstered his handgun and pulled out his shotgun. He crept carefully towards the door. Step after step, he could hear the animals circling him, their breathing heavy and hungry, preparing to attack.
Then all the noise stopped. Not a single footstep could be heard and the panting ceased. Leon turned around and aimed but a green-eyed dog leapt out at him and knocked away the shotgun as a shell fired off to the side. Leon put his left arm out across the canine’s neck barely stopping it from biting down on his head. It barked loudly, drool and blood pouring from its mouth, the fanged death trap snapping open and shut as it tried to tear Leon’s face off. Leon quickly reached for his knife and jammed it into the dog’s neck. The animal yelped and recoiled, Leon took the opportunity and kick the dog off of himself. He quickly picked up the shotgun and pumped a round into the creature. Two more dogs surrounded him. Leon took aim and shot each one as it took a leap towards him.
Each animal now lay still. Leon exhaled and panted. Now that that was over, he moved up to the church doors and placed the insignia into it. The doors opened without a hitch. With gun in hand, Leon stepped inside.
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As time passed, Ashley’s urges became more and more prominent. With both hands in her crotch, she began dancing. Desperate to go, Ashley cried out, “Can anyone here me? I really need a bathroom!” No response. “I’ll settle for... like... a pot or something!” Still nothing. “PLEASE!!!” Ashley felt her bladder muscles release their grip for a split second, and a warm, wet spot fill her silk panties. “Eep!” she squealed. Ashley looked around the room. She didn’t know what to do at this point, and options were limited. “Aw, to hell with it!” She pulled up her green, felt skirt and reached for the rim of her panties. She began pulling them down, to about her knees when the door opened. “AAH!!!” Ashley screamed and jerked her panties back up. “Don’t come!”
“Ashley, wai-”
Ashley picked up a wooden beam and threw it at whomever was at the door, then she curled up into a ball and put her hands over head. “No!”
“Ashley, the president sent me to rescue you.”
Ashley perked up. “Huh? My... father?”
“Yes. My name’s Leon.”
Ashley looked up, the man was pretty cute, the way his blonde hair was swept to the side like that. Sharp lower body pain and pressure then reminded Ashley of her priorities. He resisted the urge to hold herself in front of this guy, but she was still bent over with her legs pressed together tightly.
“Um... Leon? I was in there for a long time and I really-”
“Wait!” Leon interrupted.
“I’ll take the girl.” an eerie voice said. An old man in purple robes stepped out. He held a fleshy staff covered in eyes that gave Leon and Ashley the creeps.
“And you are?” Leon asked.
“Osmund Saddler.” The man grinned. “I am the leader of this fine... religious community. We’ve given the girl a gift you see and will soon giver her back the president in exchange for some.. donations.”
“Faith in money will get you nowhere, Saddler.” Leon responded.
“Ah, but you see... we’ve given you the same gift. An excellent way to propagate one’s faith. It is only a matter of time before you become our puppet, so surrender the girl!”
Three robed men burst through the doors with crossbows aimed at Leon and Ashley. Leon reacted instantly. “Come on!” He pulled Ashley by the arm.
“Ah!” Ashley felt herself leak again as Leon tugged her. The men then fired their weapons, and three arrows narrowly miss Ashley’s head. Leon and Ashley dived through a window and landed a story below. They got up quickly and left before the others could return.
“You all right?” Leon asked.
“Well... I really need to p-”
“Look out!” Leon tackled Ashley to the ground as a rusty axe flew over their heads. More of the villagers were coming, armed with many different farm tools.
As Leon fought off the horde, Ashley felt under her skirt. Her panties were already quite wet from what had leaked out, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could go until... she shook her head, unwilling to even think about the matter.
As the last villager went down, Leon grabbed Ashley’s wrist and pulled her along. “We’ve gotta keep moving!”
Her urine was on the precipice, Ashley’s fingers went straight into her crotch, to block the passage. “Leon! I need to-” Ashley’s eyes widened. Her hands became warm and wet suddenly. Pressure begun to lift like a balloon off of her body and fluids spurted out of her like a hose. Her skirt darkened and urine flowed down her legs into her boots. A puddle formed beneath her, steaming in the cold air. Ashley almost wanted to cry, but the disaster wouldn’t stop. As the seconds passed, she simply continued to pee and pee. After nearly a full minute of straight urination, Ashley looked up at Leon. Her hands and legs dripping with urine, her clothes covered in large wet spots. “I... I’m sorry...” Ashley began to sob. “I tried to tell you... I needed.”
“Um... just... don’t worry about it.” Leon had no idea what to say, but under the circumstances it was probably best to be a supportive as possible. It going to be a tough journey ahead.
Ashley started to cry. The humiliation was too much to bear. “I... I can’t believe... I peed myself...”
Leon put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Look, there’s a lake not too far from here. You can wash off down there.”
Ashley was frantic. “I- I don’t normally do this! I’m-”
“Ashley! Enough!” Leon said firmly. “Accidents happen, (no pun intended) but there’s no point in dwelling on it. We should go before more of the villagers come though.”
Ashley sniffled. “All... all right. I’m sorry.” |
This is a bit of a long story that I have just finished writing. There is a lot of background, but it felt necessary for the storyline.
A major part of the story is about wetlook, if that's not your thing, I'm sorry, but as there is a lot of wetting in the story, I cannot publish this in a wetlook forum, as the wetlook police would have me crucified for mentioning wetting!
Please enjoy the story, and if you feel moved, offer critisism. Negative critsism will probably be met with a challange to write a better
story!
Swimming at the club.
Let me introduce myself, my name is Harry, and I am a very lucky bastard!
I work for a private members health club as a maintenance engineer and this gives me access to the club at all time of the day and night. Now I can tell what you’re thinking, that’s not very lucky! Well let me tell you another couple of facts, and you can see where the luck comes in. We have a little arrangement between about six of the leading employees of the club, and that is a rota of private use, when the club is closed on a Sunday evening. So once every six weeks, or so, my beautiful wife, Ann, and I have complete private access to the club, and all it’s facilities, including the swimming pool, and Jacuzzi.
Now, you may think that’s quite lucky, and it is, but that’s not the real piece of luck, the real piece of luck is that Ann and I are crazy about wet sex, and the completely enclosed private swimming area allows us to share and enact our wettest fantasies!
We arrived at the club, and let ourselves in to the deserted building. The club shuts on a Sunday evening, ostensibly for maintenance, but usually there is precious little maintenance done then!
I made my way to the reception office, and switched off the alarm, before switching on enough lights to get us into the pool area. I wanted to make it look like there was someone here, but not enough lighting to make it look like the place was open. We relocked the door behind us, and put one of the phones on to the front reception desk. This was our secret sign to anyone else arriving at the club, that a private session was in progress, and they should leave. The privacy sign seems to work well, as no one has ever been interrupted, to my knowledge!
By now we are starting to get really excited about what we are going to do, so we rush into the changing room, where our evening really gets going.
Let me tell you how it started.
Ann and I had been school sweethearts for more years than either of us can remember. We were more of less inseparable, and thought we would leave school and be together forever. However, for many reasons, too boring to go into here, this did not quite go to plan, the course of true love never did run smooth, and we ended married for a while, unfortunately not to each other! But I’m running away with myself, and need to return to the story.
We were always an item at school, and spent a lot of time in each other’s company, we were best friends, boyfriend / girlfriend and shared all of our secrets, desires and thoughts. We were never lovers as such, though as we grew older there was some “fumbling” once in a while, but these were far more innocent times, and the fear of getting pregnant put paid to any serious activity!
It was during a phase of sexual awakening and discovery that coincidentally the really good swimmers in our year embarked on survival swimming, and as we both enjoyed swimming, and had reached the required standard we joined our class mates at the poolside, first in our pyjamas, and later fully clothed for swimming lessons to help us survive falling into open water.
On the face of it, this was probably a useful skill, avoiding drowning! And there was probably a fitness thing going here as well, It was quite hard work swimming with the drag of clothing to slow you down.
What was not planned, or intended, by the good people who invented this activity was the pure sexual thrill I enjoyed from the feel jumping into a swimming pool fully clothed, or the site of seeing my long term girlfriend, do exactly the same thing. The smile on her face was testament to her enjoyment!
In our private and more intimate moments we often spoke about our enjoyment of swimming fully clothed, and wished that we could do so less publicly and more intimately. We spent hours in school boy / girl fantasies planning how we would throw caution to the wind and take the plunge when we were older, more adult, and out of our parents control and limitations.
Fast forward a few years and we are both now products of failed relationships. Friends Reunited was the instrument that put us back in touch with each other, and at first sight all of the intervening years disappeared. We embarked on a relationship, that just did not seem to need the “getting to know you” phase, and we fell into such an easy and comfortable relationship, we could only regret the ten or so lost years.
Inevitably we wasted little time getting each other into bed, and enjoyed what had previously been forbidden delights!
It was during one of our early warm post coital cuddles that we started to talk about out old desires and dreams, and we discovered that we both still hankered after the idea of getting good and wet. In fact we also discovered that to be part of the cause of our respective failed relationships, both our ex partners had been horrified by the idea of wanting to get wet, whilst still clothed. They had thought we needed serious psychiatric help!
We embarked on a very wet relationship, grabbing each and every opportunity for a clothed dunking almost always followed by a wonderful love session of love making. There was nothing we owned that had not been drenched and no bath or shower was safe whilst we were in town!
We arranged holidays with wet-look in mind, trying to find secluded safe beaches so that we could frolic in the water fully clothed, away from the misunderstanding gaze of those who do not comprehend, and so we could enjoy the privacy of lovemaking in the water, usually still in our clothes.
We had been enjoying the damp delights of fully clothed bathing and fucking for only a little while, when, one day, my soon to be wife expressed the urgent need to visit the toilet . Up until that day the idea of “water-sports” had not really occurred to us. We had driven to a beach, and found ourselves out of sight of anybody else, and ready to head into the water for a good soaking. The journey had taken longer than we had expected and Ann was starting to suffer. We had dressed for a swim prior to leaving home, and had taken dry clothes with us for our return journey. I knew she was wearing a blue regulation swimsuit under her clothes, as I had watched her dress in our bedroom before leaving. She was also wearing stocking and suspenders, and a reasonably demure cotton patterned green sun dress. I suggested waiting a few minutes until we were in the sea, and she could quietly just pee in the water, but she said she was bursting. Trying to be helpful, and realising that Ann would not want to strip naked to remove her costume fully, I suggested that she just hold her gusset out of the way, but Ann said she would probably manage to pee over her hand. Well, ever the pragmatist, I suggested she just squat down with her dress out of the way, and pee in her costume, It seemed to be that a lot of pee was just water, and we would be getting wet anyway, so what was the problem? Ann seemed to buy into this idea, and proceeded to do just that.
I sort of expected her to be somewhat disgusted by this procedure, but after the initial reluctance to start her stream, she seemed to quite enjoy the novelty, her confidence grew, and she ended up royally wetting her swimsuit, smiling as she did so.
“Oh, that’s so much better” she said as she stood up, “do you know, I don’t think I will ever hesitate to do that again” she went on, “as long as you don’t mind”. Well what was I to say, my pre soaking boner was like an iron rod, and to be honest, I was just about ready to shag her right there on the spot, with the rest of her clothes all dry! We rushed into the water, and enjoyed a very short lived shag in the shallows, a very short while later.
Later, as we changed into dry clothes to head home, Ann asked if I had really enjoyed it when she pissed herself. She was concerned that I might be a little disgusted by the episode. I calmed her fears and told her it was about the sexiest thing she had ever done, and I would really enjoy it if it became a regular part of our wet lives. Had she already forgotten the renewed vigour with which I had fucked her in the waves?
Well very soon there wasn’t a pair of Ann’s knickers, or a swimsuit that had not been pissed in. We experimented in skirts, and trousers and jeans, enjoying the sight and feel of wet denim down her legs, light cotton trousers turning almost see though, and skirts that could be lifted out of the way for a good wet shag! We had discovered an additional edge, and it made our fantasy complete. How had we never thought of it before?!
Going for the job at the club, and being employed there became the icing on the cake especially when I became aware of the private arrangement that the manager explained.
I knew that a couple of the guys used the time to work in the gym, and at least one of the managers admitted that he and his wife used their allotted time to skinny dip in the pool and the Jacuzzi. I did not want to let on about our little damp secret, so when challenged, I mumbled something about skinny dipping as well, trying to make it sound like I was embarrassed about admitting it! I really did not want my co-workers thinking me nutty or something, wanting to swim fully clothed!
Back to the changing room and we rushed to strip out of the clothes we had worn in the car. We enjoyed some “themed” evenings, and would have received some hard stares at some of the outfits my wife has worn for me.
Ann often surprises me by bringing a bag along to the club, and changing into her outfit when we arrive. Sometimes, she just wears what she has worn to the club, changing into dry clothes, from the bag, for the return trip, other times she has worn pyjamas, a night-gown, a netball outfit, a demure nurses uniform, just a swimsuit, jodhpurs, in fact all sorts of outfits. I suspect the local charity shops do quite well out of us and our little fetish!
Now I would have to admit that, over the years, I have also developed quite a liking for the female one piece swim suit, and when we swim like this, I quite like my wife to wear one, under her clothes. I guess this may go back to our survival swimming days, when we were all required to wear an appropriate swimming costume under our clothes. This was probably to do with keeping the proper dignity when we removed our clothes in the water. All I do know is that the whole swimsuit thing stuck, and as Ann does not mind what she wears in the water, she is quite happy to indulge me by wearing a costume more times than not. Once in a while she will wear the more traditional bra and pants, and I would have to admit watching her panties go all see-though is a delight, but it’s not the same a swimsuit!
So it was no surprise when, having stripped naked, the first thing my wife removed from her bag was a swimsuit which she slipped in to, closely followed by a pair of stockings and a suspender belt! Next she buttoned a nice white blouse over the top half of her slim and shapely torso, before finishing the ensemble with a tie and a below the knee light grey skirt.
My wife knows I cannot resist the schoolgirl look, and this uniform is one of our favourites. We spent a little bit of money buying an adult size authentic uniform, but it was worth every penny. I like the more demure and studious look, and my wife can do it in spades. She is quite small and slight, and with her pert little breasts, she can carry off the schoolgirl look very well. Aren’t I the lucky one!
I too was rushing to dress. My one piece swim suit fetish reaches as far as liking to wear one myself, and as we have come this far, it would be a shame not to allow myself the pleasure of wearing such an exquisite and, for me at least, forbidden garment. You might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb! I put on my cozzie, and start to dress in blue shirt, tie and trousers and socks over my costume. Today I will be a fire officer, a bit of a father figure to my schoolgirl! We both slip on river shoes to complete the ensemble. Ordinary shoes can be destroyed by wearing in the pool, and can do harm with all sorts of bacteria living in the soles, but river shoes are just bits of neoprene, and give us the feeling of shoes whilst not causing any problems. (I’ll be back in tomorrow, checking the chemical level in the pool, so must ensure nothing causes any problems!)
We are rushing for two reasons, we don’t want to waste any time, getting into the pool, but we both have overfilled our bladders to bursting point., in readiness for a mutual wetting, and we wouldn’t want to have an accident prior to the planned event!
Sometimes we go into the Changing room toilets to sit on a toilet to pee ourselves, sometimes sitting on each other lap, but today my wife took my hand and led me into the shower area, where the showers were dry from the last showers of the club members, and the waiting drains would deal with our little indiscretions! Ann guided me to lie on my back on the floor, and immediately turned to squat facing me, lowering herself over my midriff and settling on an already quite stiff part of my anatomy! I put my hand up her skirt and gently rubbed the area of her gusset where her secret place was hidden, her gusset was sopping with her own juices, and would soon be even wetter!
Ann settled down, and allowed my to move my hands up to her breasts and gently massage her beautiful pert tits covered as they were by a layer of lycra as well as a layer of cotton blouse whilst she dreamily started to set about the dirty little pleasure of royally soaking the gusset hidden under her flowing skirt, along with a substantial amount of my clothes as well.
The club was almost silent with only the quiet whine of the pool pumps audible in the changing room, when I heard the gentle roar of a pissed in swimsuit and the subtle and barely discernible sigh of relief as Ann bore down on her poor overfilled bladder and commenced the naughty pleasure of emptying of her pent up pee into her swimsuit. Her swimsuit, of course, completely failed to contain the liquid onslaught, consequently my, as yet, dry trousers began to get wet as copious amounts of my wife’s pee, filtered by the lycra of her swimming costume, drained down through the fabric of my trousers and costume, and washed over my own, very excited, sex.
The dreamy look of relief, mixed with wicked devilment on Ann’s face was a picture to behold. Since her introduction to intentional wetting she had embraced the concept with enormous enthusiasm, and I could not begin to explain why I found it so exciting and sexy. wetting in her clothes excited my wife as much as leaping fully clothed into a swimming pool, and she always found this intentional departure from society’s normal behaviour unbelievably exciting and made her feel intensely aroused. Many’s the time she had come very forcefully just by peeing herself!
My trousers and, albeit unorthodox, underwear were soaked by the time Ann’s streams ran dry and I was about ready to consummate our play session, when Ann stood up, and bent down to guide me from the floor. She was still looking very dry in her chosen unusual swimming attire, and made it clear that she wanted me to return the dampening favour before we made our way into the pool area. To this end she kneeled in front of me, nestling into my slightly parted legs, and looked up into my eyes, begging me to release my own liquid gold.
To be honest, I was so excited by my wife’s sexy actions that I had tremendous difficulty relaxing my bladder into my already sodden swimsuit, but I persevered and after only a short wait I sluiced my own garments, along with my wife’s breasts and blouse with the contents of my own complaining, overfilled bladder. All too soon, after what had seemed like gallons of pee had left my body to moisten our clothes, my stream faltered and died, Realising the source was now dry Ann stood up and we embraced rubbing our sodden clothed bodies together, hand everywhere, simply enjoying the feel and touch of each other’s patchy wet clothes, which started to cool.
“Swim” I said, and lead Ann out of the showers and into the main pool area, where the waiting waters invited us in to ruffle the unbroken surface of water.
At the sight of the water Ann broke away from me, “chase me” she said as she ran to the edge of the pool, and without slowing, or breaking stride, executed a damn near perfect running dive into the calm waiting waters. She glided under the surface, before swimming a couple of strokes and then broke the surface, whooping as she turned to face me, standing almost shoulder deep in the clear waters of the pool. Her demure skirt swirled up around her waist allowing me a glimpse through the shimmering waters of stocking tops and the dark V of the bottom of her swimsuit. Her cotton blouse had gone almost completely opaque and the top part of her high necked swimsuit was clearly visible. I was in heaven and could only think of joining my wife in the pool, and pleasuring her until she begged me to take her, right there in the water.
Taken a little by surprise by my Ann’s speedy entry into the pool, I had been left standing, high and dry on the side of the pool, but enjoying the visual banquet of an excited woman glorying in entering the water fully clothed, I had to try and catch up with Ann and ran for the pool, and adopted a more male bomb posture as I leapt in.
As I surfaced and swam towards the position where my wife had been, I realised that she was swimming towards the shallow end of the pool. So I set off in pursuit. On arrival at the pool ladder Ann started to climb, and was soon stood level with the pool side, water cascading from her chlorine sodden clothes, a sheen of water disappearing from the surface of her clothes as gravity dragged the water back towards the pool. As I arrived at the edge of the pool, my wife was lowering herself to sit on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs in the water.
I swam to the side and stood in the shallow just about level with the edge of the pool. My wife moved forward to meet me, and lifted her skirt, whilst she spread her legs, exposing the front of her swimsuit to me in a very provocative way. “Make me come” she said as she eased her swimsuit out of the way exposing her sex to me.
I did not need a second invitation and set about pleasuring her clitoris with my tongue. I held her costume out of the way whilst Ann leaned back on her arms, and arched her back in pure ecstasy. It became very apparent that she was turned on beyond all expectations, her juices were flowing even with all the pool water cascading from her clothes and she came with a huge buck of her hips in what seemed like only seconds of tongue work on my part, spraying me with more pee as she came!
After a couple more seismic orgasms Ann could not cope with any more and begged me to stop, so I withdrew and allowed the costume to resume it’s more usual place, covering all that is usually covered, and tugged Ann back into the buoyant waters of the pool, where we again embraced and explored each others clothed sopping bodies.
We quickly moved to a slightly shallower of the pool, and Ann stared to ease my zip down before fishing my manhood out of the leg-hole of my swimsuit, and through the fly of my trousers before turning around to face away from me. Ann lifted the back of her school uniform skirt , and I again eased the gusset of her swimsuit out of the way to enter her silken confines. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand sought her swimsuit and blouse clad breasts to gently rub and squeeze whilst the other explored her exposed sex, seeking out her clitoris to gently massage, whilst we fucked, gently at first, but quickly gaining in speed and frenzy until we both came, and then huddled soaking wet and with our animal passions temporarily allayed.
Eventually we had to break from our post coital cuddle, and we gently separated ourselves before re-arranging our clothes and various parts of our anatomy! We kissed and cuddled again before setting off to swim some more. We swam for another half an hour or so, leaping in and out of the pool, ducking each other, and generally playing about as anybody would in a swimming pool. Al too soon we knew we had to leave our little living fantasy and return to the real (dry) world outside.
We made our way out of the pool and headed back to the changing rooms, heading for our bags, where our washing stuff was waiting for us. We grabbed shampoo soap and towels before turning back towards the shower, dripping water from our sodden clothing everywhere we walked. On the way back to the showers Ann said she needed the loo again, and turned to head into the toilets, I followed into the Ladies, pretty sure I knew what was coming. It turned out I was not wrong!
Ann walked straight in to one of the cubicles and without closing the door, opened the lid on the waiting toilet, turned and sat down, on the toilet seat still in all her wet clothes. I stood just in the cubicle and watched as my naughty lovely wife smile as she again set about wetting herself, this time whilst completely soaked.
Water splashed noisily into the pan, draining from Ann’s clothes as she sat there starting her little stream deep within the confines of her clothes, and a smile spread across her face as things got going and she felt everything become warm down there as cool pool water was replaced around her sex by her own warm pee. “You never quite empty yourself when you’ve filled yourself right up, do you” she said as a little trickle made itself apparent in the toilet. I just stood there admiring the view as I emptied my own bladder into my swimsuit leaning casually against the cubicle door. It occurred to me that I would really like to see Ann use a French toilet wearing a swimming costume, and I started to wonder about the venue for our next holiday!
Suddenly Ann decided she was finished and stood up from the toilet. “We’d better go and cleaned up” she said, leading us back to the showers we had sluiced with pee earlier.
We started a couple of showers, next to one another in the main area, and let them warm up for a couple of minutes, before standing under them and allowing the warm water to soak through our clothes. We both wondered about the way the cold water feels colder as it’s met by the hot water from the shower, and banished to the drain. We embraced and kissed under the shower, gently washing each other’s hair, and pouring copious amounts of shower gel over each other before stripping each other off, making a huge pile of wet clothes, which we left where the shower would continue wash away the pool chlorine.
Finally we stepped naked from the shower, and towelled each other off, still enjoying each other’s bodies. “Damn,“ I said “we forgot the Jacuzzi!” “Don’t worry” said Ann, “there’s always next time!”
When out sodden clothes were rung out, we placed them in plastic bags to take them home and dry them out, ready for next time. We made our way out of the club, securing everything as we left, making sure there was no trace, other than wet floors, of our secret little dalliances. We would sleep well that night, and we would both be starting to make our plans for the next time our names came up on the secret rota. |
This story is meant as a continuation of my only other story which I wrote last year in July but forgot to continue, so if you want to hear the events leading up to this, search 'An Unexpected Visit' or my name 'Mr_Awesome' and you will find it.
This story may seem very cliché because of the situations so I apologise if it isn't to the same standard as my last one.
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Jesse woke up on Monday morning feeling pleasant. She remembered her encounter with John, a guy from school she had feelings for. She had shown up at his house on Friday with a desperation problem and it had all turned out for the better.
Now she couldn't wait to see him at college. And thinking about college... Jesse picked up her alarm clock, looked at it and practically threw it at the wall as she realised she was going to be late.
If she was late she wouldn't be there for her register class and if she wasn't there, she wouldn't get to see John until Maths at the end of the day.
She threw on her clothes and was gone in minutes. The bus journey was a pain as she realised she had forgotten to make her daily bathroom visit before leaving her place. This bothered her and she knew she would either have to go and wait to see John, or rush to register class to see him and have to hold it for a couple of hours.
Holding it is.
She made her way to class and when she got there she froze in her tracks upon seeing John sit at his usual place. She had initially planned to speak to him but now the moment had arrived, she couldn't help but back out. She sat down at her designated desk.
--- 3:45 PM, Maths Class ---
Jesse is sat down with her hands awkwardly positioned near her crotch. She knew she couldn't hold herself for fear of embarrassment but having her hands close to there gave her reassurance.
John walked in the door. She stared but luckily he didn't notice. The sight made her relax for a moment and a squirt of pee made its way out. She panicked and squeezed herself. She regained control easily but she knew it wouldn't be easy after a while.
Everyone else sat down on the teacher's request. Her teacher was quite old so therefore they could get away with most things like passing notes and talking. However they would never be allowed to leave for the bathroom. "College is a grown up place, meant for young adults. Which means no bathroom breaks." She had grown tired of hearing this and many had wet themselves on the classroom. It usually only resulted in the person being told off and sent home.
The lesson started and the only thing keeping Jesse from making a huge puddle in her chair was John. What had happened on Friday was good, but she would prefer not to have an accident accompanying every sexual interaction between her and the one she wanted so much to have a relationship with.
The lesson was half way through when she got an idea. She got a piece of her pink printed paper from her notebook and scribbled down some words. "I have to pee :(" John sat only a few desks away so she got the note to him easily.
She looked at him as he read the note and his expression turned into shock and then a smile. He shuffled awkwardly. The note had awoken his mind a bit, resulting in unwanted bodily reactions. He looked in her direction and she's looked back, finally pressing ether hand into her crotch to stop herself from making a mess and to keep John's interest. The note arrived back at her desk. ":)"
She smirked and accidentally let out another little spurt of pee. She was wearing back leggings as she normally did and so she wasn't too worried about stains but if she didn't manage to hold it in until the end of the lesson, whether she had wet spots or not wouldn't matter.
The note conversation between Jesse and John continued for quite a while. John knew of her growing desperation, and Jesse knew about his arousal.
She knew she couldn't hold it much longer.
"I barely have a few minutes left. This is so embarrassing...."
"I can imagine Jesse, but I'm sure you can hold on a little longer"
His note reached her and she tuned around, slowly shaking her head. He wondered why until he heard the hissing coming from her direction. She tried to stop it by pushing her hand as far into her crotch as possible but it didn't help. She started to cry. All eyes were on her and the pee was spurting out of her, flowing over the edge of the chair and splattering onto the floor. She got up and left with her head hanging in shame. A few could be heard smirking to themselves but Jesse didn't take notice as she rushed out of the door.
John followed her, despite the teacher trying to stop him. He chased her down the corridor until she slowed to a stop and he took her in his arms.
"It's okay Jesse. You don't have to be embarrassed. You can come to my house again and ill wash your clothes."
"Thank you so much John. How can I repay you?"
"You don't have to."
And with that, he kissed her again. They left for his house but when they got there, they did more than just wash her clothes.
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Ok that definitely wasn't as good as my last story but I hope some people enjoy it anyway. My girlfriend helped a bit with this story as well so I just thought I might point that out. Thanks for reading! |
Hey, so this is my first story. Sorry if it’s not great.
Please give me your feedback and let me know if there’s anything I can improve.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Janie and I are anything but friends. In fact, I‘d say we‘re about as opposite as we can possibly get. And before you ask, no, I don’t believe in that ‘opposites attract’ myth, or whatever they’re calling love these days. How would a neurotic neat freak possibly be attracted to a vile slob, for example? But enough about that.
It’s the beginning of first period, and currently we are sitting in Mrs. Hughes’ seventh grade class engaged in our silent reading. I -- Macy -- am wearing bubblegum eyeshadow and violet lipstick. My medium-length red hair is down and my bangs swept back with a hot pink headband. I’m wearing a red, spaghetti strap dress long enough to not get in trouble, but short enough to show off my sexy, bronzed legs. Underneath my dress my bra is completely stuffed like it is everyday, not that I have small boobs or anything, and I‘m sporting black converse sneakers with no socks.
Janie has milky-white skin, and long dark brown, almost black hair that she always pins back in a half-ponytail. Her cheeks are pink like cotton candy, and she has small eyes the same color as her hair. She usually wears a plain blouse and skirt in drab, sombre colours and without texture. Sometimes I hear boys in my class talk about how her clothes don‘t do any justice to her ’scrumptious’ body, but they must have X-ray vision or something cause I don‘t see any curves whatsoever and frankly, I‘m kind of glad.
Janie sits in a lonely island by the window, as usual completely detached from the rest of us. Today, she is wearing a bright green shirt and an iris purple skirt that makes room for a good portion of her legs; an unusual choice of clothing for her. Her hair is still in that usual half-down/half-up style, locked in place by a purple ribbon that matches her skirt, and on her feet are shiny black flats. However, as I glance towards her desk, I notice a small look of worry on her face which catches my attention. It’s true she is hopelessly shy and is probably anxious 24/7, but the look seems to be attached to something else. Just as I start to wonder what could possibly rattle her so much, I see her press her knees together and bury her hand into her skirt. She bites her lip, looks around self-consciously and jumps right back into her book. Of course; she has to pee. I wonder why she was foolish enough not to use the bathroom before class started.
Mrs. Hughes has a strict rule against going to the bathroom during class -- she told us on the first day of school that she has not once allowed a single bathroom break in her thirty years of teaching, saying they are unnecessary and a waste of time. She also doesn’t trust us leaving the classroom unsupervised. This rule has resulted in a lot of uncomfortable situations and a few embarrassing accidents. However, despite this Mrs. Hughes has not discarded the rule and says it should serve as a reminder for us to be wise and use the bathroom before class begins.
I take a look at Janie. She is now wriggling in her seat with her hand still buried in her lap, chewing on the nails of her other hand. She tries to concentrate on her book, but looks like she just can‘t take her mind off her need to pee. I remember my older brother telling me once that he was into girls wetting themselves -- I even saw him going into pee fetish websites. I had no idea how anyone could possibly be into something like that. I thought it was sick and reprehensible, but now that I see Janie squirming and tapping her foot restlessly on the ground, something about seeing it in person makes me unable to ignore her unfortunate situation.
For the next hour, I find myself focusing less on the lesson and more on Janie as she becomes increasingly desperate. I see her constantly shift in her chair, uncross and re-cross her legs, bite her lip, and blushing every time she’s forced to slide her hand into her skirt. Then, when first period is finally over and it’s time for PE, I see a look of relief on Janie’s face. I remember that there is a toilet inside the change room, which she obviously plans on using. My shoulders sink in disappointment. While I’m sure the class must have been torture for her, it went by too fast for me, and for some reason I want to see her suffer more.
We walk along the narrow hallway towards the change rooms. Even as I chat with my friends Jessie and Micki I still keep my eyes on Janie, who looks even more stiff than usual. She walks in short steps keeping her legs close together and her hands on her crotch. She bites her lip and the eagerness to relieve her bladder is clear in her eyes. We finally reach the change room, and I hear the quietest sigh of relief coming from behind me; it’s pretty obvious who it’s from. I frown in disappointment. I’m about to open the door, when I suddenly develop a brilliant plan, and a wicked smile forms on my face. Maybe I will get to watch her suffer more.
We scatter inside the large change room and I immediately diverge from my friends and head straight for the stall in the corner. Janie is heading that way too, almost running, but I get there first. When I’m inside the stall and I’ve locked the door, I hear a soft gasp and then a sigh. I smirk to myself. Looks like poor little Janie is going to have to hold it. I’d always assumed Janie is one of those pee-shy people and normally wouldn’t feel comfortable going to the bathroom where everybody can hear, but I guess she’s just that desperate.
I sling my bag off my shoulder, lay it on the toilet, and remove a skintight grey T-shirt, some white socks, and red short-shorts. I take my sweet time untying and removing my sneakers, stripping my dress off over my shoulders, putting on my shorts, changing into the top, slipping my socks on, and finally putting my sneakers back on my feet.
I occasionally glance down at the small opening between the floor and the stall door and can see the bottom of Janie’s crossed legs. I can only imagine the look of sheer panic she must have on her face, biting her lip, praying for me to hurry up. I guess this is what is known as schadenfraude.
I look at my watch. There’s still a minute left before we have to meet out in the hall. I frown. Janie is still waiting outside the stall, and when I peek through the tiny space in the door, I see she is slightly bent over with her legs crossed tightly and her hands pressing lightly on her peehole. I really don’t want to give her the satisfaction and relief she’s so desperately craving. Suddenly, I have a ruthless idea -- I remember I have some of my own pee to let out from the soda I drank on the way to school. It can wait; it’s still a long time before it becomes anything close to urgent, but what the hell, I’m already in a stall, why waste the opportunity?
I grab my bag from the toilet and set it on the floor. I then lay a few sheets of toilet paper on the seat, pull down my shorts and panties, sit on the toilet and use it for what it was made for. I make sure to pee forcefully into the water so it’s nice and loud, and I let out a huge, exaggerated sigh of relief, smiling as I realize how deliciously cruel I can be. I get exactly the reaction I want -- a soft moan comes from the other side of the stall. I try to make the pee last as long as I can, knowing the sound is making Janie more desperate by the second.
When I finish peeing, I hear the footsteps of girls leaving the change room; Jessie calls after me:
“Macy, come on, we have to go!”
“I’ll be right there!” I shout. Smugly, I wipe, flush the toilet, pick up my bag and exit the stall. Janie is still there, of course, crossed legs and all. There are beads of sweat running down her neck, and she’s having trouble just standing still. She really must be about to explode. I realize she hasn‘t even brought her gym clothes. What a bimbo.
“Oh, were you waiting for the stall?” I ask her innocently. She nods, and then with a gasp, frantically shoves her hand into her skirt. I‘m guessing she must have leaked in her panties. “Sorry, I guess I kind of lost track of time. Silly me!” I tip my head back slightly as I laugh. “Well, it looks like there’s no time to use the bathroom, Mrs. Hughes is gonna come and lock up the change room, and we have to go. You’ll just have to hope you’ll be lucky and she won’t notice you’re not wearing your gym clothes. But it’s not that bad, right?” I ask, now referring to her other, more important problem. “Surely, you can make it.” She nods slowly, looking devastated that she‘s going to have to wait another whole hour before she‘ll have a chance to relieve herself. Jessie is leaning against the door, impatiently playing with one of her braids. “Let’s go,” she mouths. I smile and hold up a finger. “One minute,” I mouth back to her. Jessie sighs.
I walk over to the sink and turn on the tap, letting the cool water pour onto my hands. I can see Janie in the mirror above the sink and it gives me a great view of her increasingly dooming desperation. I decide to torture her a little more and splash some water onto my face. She hurriedly looks away, and almost doubles over with overpowering desperation.
“Macy, I am leaving in two seconds if you don’t get your ass over here-”
“I’m here!” I say cheerfully, running up to Jessie with a water bottle in my hand. “See, I’m right here, and I’m all fresh and ready to go.”
Jessie grins, and rolls her eyes. “It’s about time.” I toss my gym bag off to an adjacent bench as Jessie opens the door to leave. I whisper to her about Janie’s dilemma and she giggles. Then, while we’re walking out of the change room, I ‘accidentally’ let the door slam in Janie’s face. I hear a soft, “Oh!” and a dripping sound coming from behind us, and Jessie and I burst into giggles again.
We wait outside for Mrs. Hughes to come so we can head for the gym, eager and a little nervous to find out what activity is planned for today. I just hope it’s not running. I hate running. I watch Janie trying to hide her greatly uncomfortable need for the bathroom, but still giving a small squirm every now and then. I smile, knowing how much she’s dreading PE. Now that she missed her chance to use the bathroom, she’ll have to wait until the period’s over, and the change rooms are locked up after we change to avoid theft, so she can’t sneak out and use the toilet during PE. Finally, Mrs. Hughes shows up, with her whistle draped across her neck like a necklace. She locks the change rooms and leads us into the gymnasium.
We are all lined up in alphabetical order in the large, air-conditioned gym as Mrs. Hughes walks by, performing her routine gym strip inspection. She nods at each person she passes until she stops in front of Janie, not looking too happy.
“Janie, where is your gym strip?” Everyone turns to look at the timid brunette girl who is now blushing.
“I … I forgot,” she whispers, looking down at the ground.
“SPEAK UP!” Mrs. Hughes roars. Janie flinches and instantly looks up, her face becoming redder and redder. I notice a small wet spot forming on her skirt.
“I forgot it,” she says, a bit louder this time, though still barely audible.
“You forgot, your gym strip?!” Mrs. Hughes bellows, practically steaming. I notice Janie fidgeting with her skirt and how she‘s slightly bouncing up and down, and I can only imagine the force she must be using to refrain herself from crossing her legs or jamming her hands into her crotch.
“I‘m waiting!”
“Y-yes,” Janie squeaks, then does her trademark lip bite. I suddenly, to my shock and amusement spot a few yellow drops on the back of her legs. I stifle a giggle.
Mrs. Hughes’ expression of absolute fury turns to a less intimidating, but still degrading look of disappointment. “Well, what a shame. Our quiet, forgetful Janie forgets her gym strip … the simplest thing. A shame indeed. But certainly not an excuse. It looks like you’ll have to participate this class in your street clothes. And you’ll be very lonely for the rest of the day, as nobody’s going to want to hang around a forgetful, sweaty girl.” Several students laugh, including me. I see tears in Janie‘s eyes. “And this had better not happen again!” Mrs. Hughes turns back to the other students. “Well, now that we’ve wasted the first five minutes of class, hopefully we‘ll still have enough time to play a good ol’ game of dodge ball.“ The class erupts into numerous cheers and a few groans. I don’t have to be a mind reader to know that Janie is not happy about this. A vigorous, fast-paced game like dodge ball is not a good idea when you’re dealing with a very full bladder.
Mrs. Hughes and a couple of other kids walk into the storage closet and fetch several colourful balls. They lay them on an imaginary line separating the gym into two halves, and then we form our teams. I volunteer to be a captain. My first choice for team-mates is Jessie. Next is Micki. After that, I pick Quinn because he just looks so f*cking hot in that a-shirt. When there are only two kids left -- Drake and Janie -- I think about picking Janie for my team so I’ll get a closer view of her humiliation, but I quickly decide no because first of all, I am pretty popular and I have an image to maintain. Of the two last choices I have, Drake is at least somewhat less of an outcast. Besides, I already have another plan.
After the teams are formed and standing on opposite sides of the small gym, Mrs. Hughes blows her whistle and the game begins. I run over to where the balls are scattered and pick up a ball. I scan the opposite team looking for a good target. Aha. I toss the ball towards Jocelyn, and she yelps when it hits her arm and her glasses get nudged. “You’re out!” I yell. With a sad look on her face, Jocelyn walks over to the bench and sits down.
I smile and pick up another ball. Let’s see, who‘s next? Connor… Narrowing my eyes and focusing on my prey -- while at the same time avoiding getting hit myself -- I throw back my arm and viciously throw the green ball at the chubby boy, hitting him square in the shin. He cries out painfully.
“You’re out!” I shout again.
“Nice!” Micki and Jessie cheer me on. I smile arrogantly. They do tell me I have good aim. Quinn comes and gives me a high five; my heart flutters.
“Great job, keep it up,” he says, and then runs over to grab a ball.
“Um… thanks,” I stammer, and I feel myself begin to blush. Horrified, I pull myself out of this dreamy state and get back into the game.
Five minutes later, there are three people left on the other side of the gym, but only half of my team is out. Let’s see… there’s Carla, no, she always jumps out of the way. Richard, nah, he‘ll just start whining.
Janie.
An evil grin spreads all over my face. That’s right, the little mouse is still in the game, and now is the perfect time to carry out my plan. I tell Jessie and Micki, and they love it. I run back to grab my water bottle and take several long drinks, glancing over to see if Janie is watching. Apparently so, because I see her cross her legs and bury her hands into her skirt, blushing heavily. I seal the water bottle, swipe a hand across my lips, and run back to where Jessie and Micki are standing.
“Quick, get a ball,” I say to them. “And bring me one too!” While I’m waiting for them to return, I look over to where Janie is standing. She’s biting her lip, I might have guessed, and keeping her legs firmly crossed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a subtle look of suffering before. Jessie and Micki come back, practically giggling from excitement. They hand me a ball.
“Okay, on three,” I say. “One, two, THREE!” Immediately, we all hurl our balls violently towards the desperate brown-haired girl. She gasps, but somehow manages to avoid getting hit. As she jumps out of the way, her skirt flies up and I catch a glimpse of her white, lace-trimmed panties. It’s hard to tell from here, but I can almost swear I saw a growing wet patch on the material. A few drops fall underneath her, creating a small puddle.
“Crap, we missed her,” says Jessie irritated. Micki grunts.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get her,” I say. “I think I just need more room. You guys stand back.” I don’t need to repeat myself, as they eagerly step back and give me some space. I lick my lips and grip on to the ball as tightly as I can. It was easy to knock out all the other kids cause I wasn’t aiming for any specific part of their body, but this time it’s different -- I have to hit that spot.
I take a deep breath and with all my might, hurl the ball straight towards Janie. It hits her right in her stomach. She squeals in pain, and then covers her mouth with one hand as she gasps and looks down. I do the same and notice a dark, glistening wet spot forming on her skirt. She shoves her hands in between her legs, but her effort to stop the flow is now futile. A river of urine escapes from her and starts flowing down her leg. I am about to announce the arrival of her anticipated accident, but Jessie notices as well and beats me to the punch, shouting:
“Look, Janie’s wetting herself!”
Immediately, the room which had previously been so noisy and out of control becomes so silent that -- forgive the cliché -- you can hear a pin drop. Every single person turns their attention to the shrinking violet that Jessie is pointing at standing in the corner. Janie’s face turns the colour of cherries, and she takes her hands away from her legs. She closes her eyes in shame as her bursting bladder erupts and hot pee starts trickling down her legs and splashing on the floor. Her pee pools into her shoes, and forms a large puddle underneath her feet. The girls look in complete shock and disgust, and I try to savour the moment, enjoying every second of her dismaying humiliation. Some boys start hooting and whistling bawdily. Janie looks like she wants the ceiling to cave in and crush her as she continues to let her bladder empty itself for what seems like an eternity.
Finally, after about two minutes, the waterfall dies down and the last trickles of pee exit Janie’s exhausted bladder. I inspect the damage. Her skirt is completely ruined, almost fully soaked front and back. Her legs are shimmering with streaks of pee, and her shoes are drenched. The room is now silent again, except for the occasional drop that hits the puddle surrounding Janie measuring about 5 feet in diameter.
Mrs. Hughes is the first to break the silence:
“Oh, Janie, this is beyond disappointing! Look at you, wetting yourself like a little girl. Unbelievable.” Soon people start whispering and pointing at the soaked girl. Gradually the chatter gets louder and louder until the room is filled with so much noise you can barely hear your own thoughts. I manage to catch small bits of conversation, like “She f*cking pissed herself!”, “Thank god it’s not me” and “Is it me or was that kinda hot?” The plethora of conversations are shattered by the deafening, shrill sound of Mrs. Hughes‘ whistle. Everybody shushes and turns to look at our teacher, except for Janie who is too mortified to look anywhere but her wet feet.
“Enough!” yells Mrs. Hughes. “What a disaster,” she sighs, placing a hand on her forehead. She ponders about what she is going to do, and everybody waits anxiously. Finally, Mrs. Hughes says, “I’ll have to call the janitor to come and clean this up. Until then, PE is suspended.” The room fills with loud groans and complaints; some people glare at the dripping Janie for interrupting the dodgeball game that most of us were enjoying.
Mrs. Hughes blows her whistle again. “I am not finished!” As instant as the flame of a candle being blown out, we are all silent again. “Janie, you’ll have to go to the nurse’s office so they can give you some clean clothes. Macy, please accompany her.” I freeze. What? Me? Why does she want me to go? Mrs. Hughes says, “If a twelve year old girl can’t control her own bladder, I am not going to trust her wandering around the school all by herself. Go immediately.” She points to the door, and I reluctantly walk towards it with Janie trailing behind me, still looking at the ground.
We walk along the hallway of the large school towards the stairs to walk down to the office. Janie’s shoes make a squelching sound with every step, and her sopping wet skirt is still dripping every few seconds. Then all of a sudden, Janie starts crying. My eyes shoot wide open, not expecting the usually withdrawn Janie to express herself so openly.
“I-I hate my life,” she says through her sobs. What a whiny bitch. I’m already regretting she wet herself.
“It’s bad enough I don’t fit in here,” she continues. “But n-now …” She can’t finish her sentence and buries her face into her hands as she starts sobbing again.
When she regains composure, she sniffles and starts talking again, “And now, everybody’s going to find out what happened, and I’ll never make any friends.“ She is right about that. Stories like this spread like a forest fire in this school. Still, I‘m surprised she‘s even talking this much. Usually, she won‘t say a word unless someone asks her something, and even then it‘s usually a mumble. I guess this really must have got to her.
“Why didn’t you just go?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
“I was too scared to ask,” she says and dabs at her eyes. “Besides, it would be pointless. Mrs. Hughes never lets anyone go to the bathroom, and she was already angry at me, so there was even less of a chance. I tried to hold it in, but … ” Her eyes well up again and she cries miserably. For a second I almost feel sorry for her, and a little bit guilty, but I quickly shake those feelings away. After all, it’s not my fault she was too stupid not to go to the bathroom before school started. She cries for almost a minute before she can get a hold of herself and go on talking:
“A-and, this morning, I was reading my horoscope, a-a-and it said today would be my lucky day. I was so happy, and that’s why I wore these clothes.” So that explains the colourful outfit. But seriously, she reads the horoscopes? How naïve is she? “I guess I was so excited that I forgot to use the bathroom.” She sniffles. Excuses, excuses. And can’t she just say pee? Is she that insufferably shy that she can’t say the word ‘pee‘? “I can’t believe I peed myself.” There. Was that so hard?
“Well, if it makes you feel better, at least half the guys in the class seemed to enjoy it,” I say dryly, rolling my eyes. This doesn’t help -- more tears stream down her face and she looks like she is going to start crying again. Fortunately, she doesn’t.
“And now,” she starts saying. “the worst part is, when I get home, my dad is going to yell at me and probably spank me, and my mom won’t even look at me-”
“Wait. Did you just say, spank you?”
She nods. “Yes, my dad does that when he’s angry at me. Sometimes he uses a paddle. That’s the most painful.” I am completely in shock. Spanking? Her dad spanks her? My own parents have spoiled me rotten since the day I was born. I’ve received some light grounding before, but never a spanking. Jesus Christ.
We keep walking until we arrive at the summit of the staircase and begin going downstairs to the office. Suddenly, I trip over my shoelace which must have got untied, and next thing I know I’m crashing all the way down the twenty-six stairs of our school. I hardly have time to blink as my body tumbles down and down until finally, after I hit my head on the rigid surface of the stairs, I collapse face first on the ground. Janie gasps.
“Macy!” she cries, and I hear her footsteps running down the stairs. “Macy?” I can’t talk. I can’t feel anything now. Only sleepiness. My eyes slowly begin to shut on their own, and every breath is longer than the last. “Macy?” The sound seems so distant now… so … distant ….
… and slowly everything begins to fade away.
So, how was it? Good? Bad? Please let me know!
I realize this was more or less a ‘traditional’ wetting scenario, but the next chapter will be a lot different.
And yes, Macy is a huge bitch, I know, but she is also very insecure. I don’t want to give away too much, but I promise you she will change throughout the story.
I’ll be sure to post the next chapter ASAP :)
Edited January 18, 2013 by abbyzelda
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First of all, I apologize for the delay. I suffered major writer’s block when I was working on this, so this chapter took me a little longer than I intended. (Hopefully the wait was worth it.)
As well, thank you for all the supportive comments. They have been very motivating!
So as a reward, here is the first part of the second chapter of the story.
Enjoy! :)
Chapter 2
I have no idea where I am or what has happened when I slowly open my eyes and lift my upper body off the ground. The first thing I remember is falling down a staircase and hitting my head somewhere along the fall. Strangely, I don’t feel any pain in my head, or anywhere else where I must have collided with the stairs. The only pain I can feel is in my lower abdomen, and I suddenly realize that I really need to pee.
Immediately, I sit up so I’m kneeling and bury both hands into my crotch. I moan softly at the fullness of my bladder -- it feels as heavy as a boulder, and the pain is massive. I can‘t remember being desperate before. Then, as I look down at my lap, another memory flashes back. I realize I am wearing my red dress that I was wearing earlier, before PE … wait. PE? Why does that ring a bell?
Like a flash flood, all the events from earlier swirl back into my memory, and I remember about what happened that day -- the dodgeball game, the water I drank during PE (maybe that’s why I have to pee so badly) Janie peeing herself. That’s right, poor little Janie had an accident today. I smile to myself when I remember how humiliated she looked. But thinking about this incident does nothing to ease my own situation, and before I know it my hands are in my dress and pressing forcefully against my magenta panties. I blush when I realize what I am doing, and slowly get up, careful to avoid leakage.
The last memory crawls back to me, and I remember walking with Janie to the nurse’s office. Then it suddenly hits me; where is Janie? She was right here, wasn’t she? Where is anyone? I look around for the first time, and almost do a double take.
The surroundings are all too familiar -- it looks exactly like my school. The only differences are the ice blue walls are a hideous brown, and the shiny white floor a depressing grey. Most of the furniture is gone and there is a distinct, but nauseating smell that forces me to breathe through my mouth. As well, I notice garbage, and what looks like puddles of urine practically everywhere, once again reminding me of my unpleasant need for the bathroom.
I start to walk slowly around the place, and it suddenly begins to dawn on me that I could very well be dead. It would explain a lot, like for instance how my injuries seem to have magically healed. But if I am actually dead, then where am I? It can’t be heaven. Could it be hell? I wonder.
No, it can’t be. I wouldn’t belong there. It’s true, I’m not exactly the sweetest person in the world, but I thought you had to do something truly evil to go to hell, and I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like that. Have I? Then again, I’ve never done anything exceptionally good either. Does that mean, if you’re not quixotically good, you automatically go to hell? That’s a downer.
And if this is hell, it sure looks a lot different than I’ve imagined it. Where are the fiery pits? The tortured screams? The terror I should be feeling? Right now, I am more concerned about finding a place to release all this pee.
Aha, a person. I spot a guy dressed in a blue jacket, probably around my age. Something about him looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t place my finger on it. I walk up to the person -- God, he smells horrible -- and tap him on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, do you know where the washroom is?” He whirls around and jerks my hand violently off his shoulder.
“Get your hands off me, you skank!” He storms away.
“Well, f*ck you too!” I snarl back. God, some people. Still, hearing him call me a skank, I admit, stung a little. (I am very sensitive about my looks.) I feel like wetting all over him, but I can’t be wasting time now, and I’ve got other things to worry about, like:
How am I going to find the bathroom? Every time I bend my knees to hold in my pee I seem to sink closer and closer to the ground, like the weight of my bladder is pulling me down. Then it occurs to me -- if this is essentially a dystopian version of my school, then the bathroom should be right where it’s located in my school. All I have to do is follow the same path! I smile, pleased at my intelligence and the fact that relief is now within sight and waste no time heading towards the corresponding hallway, praying that my hypothesis is right and that there actually is a bathroom there.
I take quick, but careful steps walking along the dimly lit corridor, passing several obscure, barricaded classrooms. At one point I pass my own classroom, in which the glass panel on the door is smashed and the door itself rotting, covered in cobwebs. The lettering above the door spelling Mrs. Hughes’ Class has all but faded. It‘s spooky how the place looks so familiar and yet so alien at the same time. I have to stop every few seconds and hold myself firmly, as the pressure in my bladder increases to the point where it’s almost abnormal. I start to worry that I might not even make it to the bathroom, but I know that I can’t let myself think those thoughts. I can’t wet myself. No, I REFUSE to wet myself.
I try to distract myself by again pondering about the possibility that I am dead. As logical as it seems, I just can’t accept the fact that suddenly out of the thin blue, I am no longer a breathing, living thing. Besides, aren’t you supposed to have your whole life flash before your eyes when you die? I didn’t see my life flash before my eyes. That proves that I can‘t possibly be dead, and that therefore I am not in hell. Maybe that hit to the head is giving me hallucinations. Or maybe I’m in a coma and this is some bizarre dream-like state. But either way, I am not dead. I repeat, I am NOT DEAD.
Suddenly, another violent spasm hits my bladder, and I can feel a tingling sensation in my urethra, like there are spiders crawling inside of it. I double over as I desperately try to hold the litres of boiling urine inside of me, begging my bladder to hold on just a little bit longer. My pulse is racing -- I told you I‘m not dead, otherwise I wouldn‘t have a pulse! -- as I cut the corner and I pray that the bathroom will be there, otherwise I don‘t know what I‘m going to do. Please be there, please be there, please be there.
To my indescribable relief, I sure enough see a door with the silhouette of a woman painted on the surface. I don’t care if I’m in hell -- this is heaven for me! I almost cry with relief, but this premature jubilation is a huge mistake, as I feel drops of urine escaping from me and dampen my panties. I gasp and swiftly shove my hands under my dress and hold myself forcibly so as not to leak any more. This helps, but I’m scared to remove my hands from this position, in fear that all will be lost. I stay like this for about half a minute, then finally, when I’m almost certain it’s safe, take a deep breath and recompose myself. To my great relief, I remain dry. But I soon feel an acute pinch in my throbbing bladder, reminding me that I need to go now.
I whimper, and push open the door to go inside the bathroom, which looks even filthier than I thought it would. To add to my dismay, I immediately notice a line of people waiting for the toilet. It’s not much, only two people, but in my current condition there isn’t a second to lose. And even worse, I notice that there isn’t even a stall or anything, just a desolate toilet. But wait, I‘m in hell. What was I expecting? I feel mortified at the fact that I’m going to have to use the toilet in full view of everyone if I want to get my much needed relief, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and it looks like no matter how much I’m dreading it, I have no choice but to swallow my pride.
While I’m waiting anxiously in line, I notice something odd about the girl standing in front of me. Her hair is dishevelled and her clothes are a wreck just like the last boy I talked to, but she’s wearing a white blouse with an ascot on the collar, a plaid skirt and black and white oxfords. Just like they wore in the fifties. Now that seems very unusual. Then I notice the girl in front of her who is now peeing into the toilet is wearing clothes similar to the ones I saw my parents wearing in old pictures when they were kids. What is going on?
I shut my eyes and cringe as the unmistakable sound of peeing drills into my ears, which catapults my own need to pee to the near max. Fortunately, the stream flickers out after only a few seconds, and soon the girl steps away from the white fixture, not even bothering to flush. Finally! It was almost worth the wait now that I’ll be able to secrete every single drop of my pent-up fluids. It might even be beautiful. Of course, I’d enjoy it even more if I wasn‘t stuck in this dingy place. But then I remember that it’s not yet my turn. Shit! It was pure torture having to listen to that girl pee; I have no idea how, or if I’m going to be able to hold past another girl taking a Chinese singing lesson.
As the fifties girl is about to approach the toilet, I tap her on the shoulder. “Please, can I go in front of you?” I beg her. “I’m really about to soak myself.” I cross my legs even tighter to prove my point.
She sighs. “All right, go ahead. It’s not like it’ll make a difference.” Huh? Why does nothing make sense here! … I’ve got no time to ask questions. I just need to pee.
I almost gag when I see the toilet. It looks absolutely disgusting; like it hasn’t been cleaned for years. Now would be a good time for this hallucinogenic nightmare to end. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to do this. I want to at least lay some toilet paper on the seat, but there is no toilet paper to be seen. Part of me wants to run away at the revolting sight of the toilet, but at the same time I know it‘s literally a golden opportunity for my bursting bladder. The fact that the girl who gave up her turn for me is probably not happy that I’m taking this long to use the apparatus isn’t helping with the pressure either. Priorities, Macy, priorities! Don’t be stupid, take this opportunity!
Finally, mustering as much courage as I can, I take a deep breath and lift up my dress. As I am sitting down and about to pull down my panties, the fifties looking girl sits right on my lap, crushing me. This also puts tremendous pressure on my swollen bladder, and I feel a jet of pee moisten my already damp panties.
“Hey, what the f*ck?” I snap.
“Read the sign, you dunce!” she yells, pointing to the wall. Dunce??? God, she even talks like she’s from the fifties! I look and see a yellow sign saying: 20 SECONDS MAXIMUM. What the hell kind of policy is that?!
“Get off me!” I shove her off my lap. Ugh, now the back of my dress is all sloshy. I am about to stand in line again, since now I’ll finally get to be alone when she’s done, but then I notice something. I see the girl lift up her skirt, but she doesn’t pull her panties down and pees right through them. Is she just lazy or clueless?
“Um, you do know you’re supposed take those off when you go pee-pee?“ I say a little mockingly.
“You don’t say,“ she drones, but continues to pee with her panties on. I want to throw back a good comeback at her, preferably using fifties slang to mock her even more, but the peeing sound is really starting to push my bladder to its limit. I start to leave when I see a girl with frizzy blonde hair dressed in a cheerleading outfit walk into the bathroom. She gives me a smile. I smile back, grateful for at least some kind of hospitality. I want to talk to her, maybe she knows something about all this, but I know I can’t hang in here much longer or else I am going to spend eternity with a ruined dress. (I’m playing along, duh.)
I bolt out of the bathroom, and as soon as I am out the door, I ram my hands into my crotch and cross my legs, sighing blissfully at the temporary relief. Then hesitatingly, I lift up my dress and since I’m afraid to look down, put a hand on the front of my panties. To my relief, they don’t feel too wet; just a little bit. But once I feel the back of my panties, I realize with horror that there is a vast wet area across nearly my entire bottom! I shriek, and abruptly yank my hand away. Oh god, I’ve already wet my panties. This is so embarrassing. And I still need to go, BAD. I bite my lip and decide that I’ll just have to try Plan B -- find somewhere private to tinkle. |
I am SO sorry it‘s been so long! I’m absolutely terrible when it comes to updates so please forgive me!!!
Anyways … here is the other part (this is still the second chapter). This one was really hard to write and I hope it doesn’t confuse you. Just to let you know, after this will be the last chapter (I‘ve already written most of it, so it‘ll probably be posted a lot quicker than this one)
Enjoy! :)
I walk down the corridor, sweating like hell (no pun intended). The pain is beyond measures; it feels like there is a thornbush inside me. For a second I consider actually wetting myself just to put myself out of this misery, but I quickly veto this thought, appalled that the idea would even cross my mind. I haven’t wet myself since I was two years old, and I am sure as hell not going to start doing it again!
The only time I can remember ever being this desperate, or close to it, was at my brother’s birthday party when I was ten. We’d gone to a bowling place, and I was already bursting before we even started playing the game. Unfortunately, the only bathroom available was out of order so I’d been forced to hold it for three excruciating hours, not including the drive home. I’d only just barely made it when we arrived home, but my panties had already started getting wet and if I had waited a second longer it would have been too late.
I finally spot a small corner between a locker and the wall at the end of the hallway. It’s not the ideal place to pee, but at this point I’ll take anything. I walk into the semi-secluded area and sigh with relief. Finally, I‘ll get to put an end to this agony! I crouch down and reach under my dress to grab my magenta panties. To my horror, they won’t come down. No, this can’t be happening. I tug harder and harder, growing more agitated, and when it still doesn’t work, I grab the crotch of my panties to see if I can at least push them to the side. It’s no use. It’s like they are sewn on or something. I start to panic. What am I going to do? Any moment a waterfall is going to come gushing out of me, and unless I can find some way to melt, vaporize, or otherwise eliminate my underwear, I’m going to be in a lot of trouble. Then suddenly, I see something shiny not too far away. I squint my eyes to get a better look and soon an elated smile grows on my face as I see that it is in fact a small pair of scissors. Maybe if I can’t remove my panties, I’ll just have to cut through them.
I limp over to the area where the scissors rest, and careful not to touch any urine surrounding the metallic object, I pick up the scissors while holding myself with my other hand. I kiss them even though I know it’s probably not the best idea, but hey, I’m already ‘dead‘, what’s the worst that can happen? Smiling at the deus ex machina placed before my eyes, I open the scissors, glide one of its blades into the crotch of my panties, and press down, telling myself it will work, that it has to work. No luck. It’s like trying to cut through a rock. Furiously, I toss the scissors away out of sight, and I can only hear the soft clink when they hit the floor. Oh, why did I wear panties today? And who’s the idiot that invented underwear anyway? I’d like to throw a pair of scissors at him.
I feel another ferocious cramp attack me, and decide that maybe sitting down would be a good idea. I wriggle down so my butt sits on the hard floor, not even caring about the puddles of urine that are undoubtedly surrounding me, and stretch out my legs, burying both hands into my crotch. Now I really do feel like I’m in hell. How I wish I could hold myself inside my panties, but if I could do that then I wouldn’t need to because then I would already have taken the opportunity to relieve myself. How I wish I hadn’t been so clumsy and tripped over the stairs. I might then still be alive. I’d still be unhappy, but alive. And how I wish I hadn’t been so cruel to Janie. I know right now that if someone were to try and prevent me from going to the bathroom -- even though I can’t -- I sure wouldn’t appreciate it. In fact, I’d be pretty damn pissed. Ooh, why did I think of that word? I look down and see a steady stream of pee flowing through my panties, leaving a dark trail on my dress, and forming a small river on the floor. Instantly, I curl my legs together and clutch my girlhood as hard as I can. I manage to stem the flow, but it won’t be long before it returns, stronger, and perhaps indomitable.
I feel tears stinging my eyes, as I realize that sooner or later -- probably sooner -- I am going to end up totally wetting myself, and there is nothing I can do about it. Holding it may be helping to stall the accident, but it’s not going to stop it. What would my parents think if they saw me like this? For a second, I actually feel glad that I’m alone and that no one can see me. Even though my parents tend to spoil me rotten, they can still be pretty strict about some things, and I know if they were to see me right now bursting to pee like a little kid, they would most certainly not approve.
I think about Janie and how I basically killed any chance she could have had at making friends, except this time I don’t feel good about what I‘ve done. How could I be so cruel? Where had that hatred come from? There have been plenty of kids desperate to pee in my class before, but I never bothered them. Did I really want Janie to have an accident because I’m a sadistic psycho who gets her kicks from watching others squirm … or was it because I’d been desperate for anything that might repel the boys’ attention from her? Of course, if it was the latter then it would have completely backfired since many boys had clearly been aroused by her puerile predicament. And what was I expecting to gain from her humiliation? What did I gain, apart from an untimely death, an eternity in a hell that an LSD fantasy couldn’t top, and a very, very full bladder? For someone that gets straight A’s in almost every subject in school, I sure can be dumb sometimes.
I sigh, and since it’s only a matter of time before the flood strikes, lift up my dress and look down at my wet panties for the first time. It’s mortifying that I‘m wetting myself like I were three years old, but even worse, it makes me feel like a lousy hypocrite for laughing at Janie’s accident when the same thing is about to happen to me. I made my own bed with this. There is no getting out of this one.
Unless …
There is a pool in the courtyard of my school. This is an exact replica of my school. What if I were to jump inside the pool and pee in there? My clothes would already be wet, so what difference would it make? A smile lights up my face, euphoric that I‘ve found a solution. The only problem is whether or not I can make it there. The courtyard is all the way on the other side of the school, at least 300 feet from here. I sit like a coward for three full minutes, afraid to move a muscle. I know that I’ll never reach the pool if I keep wasting time sitting on the floor, but I’m scared standing up might cause me to pee. No, I have to try. I have to make it -- no, I will make it!
“You figured it out, huh?” a voice says, startling me so much that another mini stream soaks my panties. I have to use every muscle in my body to once again cancel the flow. I turn around and see that it is that same girl that was in the bathroom earlier, the one wearing the cheerleader outfit.
“W-what?” My voice surprises me when I hear it. I realize that I’ve actually gone more than five minutes without talking, almost a record for me.
“Come on, I’ll walk with you,” she offers, extending a hand towards me. Standing up proves to be a very difficult task, and pain shoots through every inch of my body. But I guess that means the worst part is over, right? Maybe the walk to the pool won‘t be so excruciating now. Maybe talking with this girl might even distract me from my own distress.
“I’m Karen,” she says.
“Macy,” I say, trying not too waste too much energy by talking.
“I’ll try to make it quick, I know you have to be heading out soon.“ She clears her throat, and tries to decide where to begin. I debate whether or not to grab my crotch -- it would certainly do my bladder a favour, but I do have company now, and my dignity -- but she soon interrupts me before I make a proper decision. “You know the middle school has been around for a long time, right?”
“Since 1943,” I respond.
She nods. “Well, every decade since it’s been established, there‘s been … disappearances. We don’t know exactly what this place is or how it was formed. But we have theories.” I notice a faint glint in her blank, grey eyes. “I guess I might as well start with my story. It happened in 1986. I was a pretty popular girl in eighth grade, cheerleader and everything, as you can see. I was ‘bodacious‘ as the boys called me, had friends at my beck and call, basically I had the life every girl could only dream of. Until that day.” She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and suddenly that fleeting glimmer of light in her eyes is gone. “It happened on a Thursday afternoon. There was this girl in my class. I forgot her name, but it’s not important. This girl, she had … a problem. A pretty embarrassing one, actually. Do you want to know what it is?” I nod furiously, realizing that my hand has impulsively crawled to my crotch. Holding it without making a public show may have been possible under great effort before, but now that my hand is nestled in that spot, it’s not going anywhere.
“Okay, so this girl, she had a bladder condition. It was pretty bad. She would go to the washroom more than five times during the school day. Sometimes she would almost have an accident, but this never actually happened, at least not in school. So one day, I noticed her wriggling in her seat, grabbing herself constantly. It was obvious she had to pee. Well, I was in a nasty mood that day and decided, she’d had enough lucky breaks. So me and my friends -- pardon me, I should have said, me and my henchmen -- put up fake signs all over the bathrooms saying they were out of order. We had so much fun watching her plight, squirming like crazy and almost in tears. And then when my cheer team was practicing our routine after school, I saw her walking home, and to my astonishment, she had still survived an accident. I had no idea how she’d managed to hold on for so long. But one thing was for sure, I wasn’t going to let her get away that easy. So guess what I did? I tickled her. She was trying desperately to break free. Tears were coming out of her eyes, she was begging me to cut it out, but I was having too much fun. And that’s when it happened. She pissed herself. At first I thought she’d just spilled some water from the water bottle in her backpack, but soon I saw that her shorts were growing wet and then when I saw the huge yellow puddle on the ground, that’s when I realized I had made her wet herself. Well, that day when I got home I took a shower. After that I was plugging in my hair dryer, and I forgot to dry my hands. Let’s just say I got a bit of a shock.” She chuckles, but it’s a sad chuckle. “Then I found myself trapped in here and that‘s where I‘ve been.”
Wow. So she was popular too. Just like me. It‘s astounding, and a little scary just how similar her situation was to mine. “So, you’ve been trapped here for…” I quickly do the math in my head. “Twenty-seven years?”
She shrugs. “Give or take. But time is meaningless here. So tell me what happened to you.”
I do. I tell her all about my day of mishaps -- how I watched Janie squirm all throughout first class, how I took the stall and peed just to torment her, how she wet herself in front of the whole class in gym, and how I fell down the stairs when taking her to the office. I talk pretty quickly since it‘s not exactly a tale of honour that I‘m telling, and not to mention the fact that talking about desperation isn‘t helping with coping with my own.
“Poor girl,” Karen says sympathetically. “That must have been horrible for her.”
“Yeah. I‘ve only just started to realize that. So who was that girl standing in the bathroom behind me?” I ask, remembering the fifties looking chick that was in the bathroom earlier. “The one with short hair, and the passé clothing?”
“Oh, that’s Eleanor. She was the first one to arrive. She’s been here for …” She places the tip of her finger on her lip as she counts in her head. “Sixty years? I could be wrong. But anyways, she was a nasty gossiper, all right. Always had to stick her nose in everyone’s business. Well, one day, after Eleanor caught an old rival engrossed with her beau, she spread another of her infamous rumours around the school, this time claiming that her rival wet the bed and even hid diapers inside her knapsack. She was pretty darn pleased when the whole school was talking about and ridiculing her rival who said she would never forgive her, but then only a few hours later, while she was walking home she got hit by a Chevy.”
“Ouch.”
“Oh, we’re almost there. Anything else you want to know?”
“Yeah. What about the other girl?”
“That one’s Kate. She came about forty years ago. Oh, what a troublemaker she was. She’d been held back in sixth grade three times. She never did any homework or paid attention in class, and people scolded that if she kept undervaluing her education she wouldn’t get very far in life. But she didn’t listen. Well, one night on a school camping trip, she decided to have a little fun with the old hand in water trick, but since she’d done it to her younger siblings several times already, she figured trying it on adults would be more fun. She begged her cabin mates to aide in her prank, trying to convince them that it would be ‘far out’ and to stop being so critical, but they did not yield. Everyone warned her that the teachers would be furious and that the trail wasn’t a safe place to be at night, but she of course didn’t listen to them, and insisted that she’d just have to do it herself. So that night, while everyone was asleep, she snuck into the teachers’ cabin, only being able to carry two cups of water since nobody had assisted her. She chose two unlucky teachers, followed the famous procedure, and ran out. While she was walking back to her own cabin, she got mauled by a bear that had been wandering the trail. They found her bloodied corpse the next morning, torn to shreds.” I shudder at the gruesome image. So much for getting a good night’s sleep ever again.
“I think she was more upset that she didn’t get to see the results of her prank rather than the fact that she died,” Karen admits. “Actually, she really doesn’t seem to mind being here. She hated her parents anyway and actually enjoys the freedom here. I guess some people just never grow up.”
“This is starting to sound like an episode of The Twilight Zone,” I mutter. She laughs, showing her chipped, rotting teeth. I would laugh too if I wasn’t, you know, absolutely DYING to pee.
“And, who was that boy?” I ask. “He had a blue jacket, I think. Very polite.” I roll my eyes.
“That boy is Mike Lighthouse. He was assassinated when walking home from a high school party he’d sneaked off to in 2006.”
“That’s why he looked so familiar!” I shout with sudden realization. “My brother told me it had happened when he was in eighth grade. It was all over the news as well.” Wow, a car collision, an electrocution, a bear attack and a murder? Now my death is really starting to seem insignificant.
“Right. Anyways, his story is basically, he had a very rocky relationship with his sister. Not like a typical harmless, innocent rivalry, but they truly hated each other’s guts. They were both equally surly and ill-mannered, so their brutal tempers would frequently clash, often resulting in shouting or worse.” I think of me and my brother, and how we sometimes have minor arguments. However, I don’t think we’ve ever gone as far as to shout at each other -- well, maybe I have. “So one night, after a particularly violent fight, he was so furious that he decided to slip diuretics into her water bottle that she takes to school. You can imagine how pleased he was when his sister came home from school the next day, sobbing and with soaked jeans. Little did he know, that would be the last time he saw her.”
“He called me a skank,” I pout.
She clicks her tongue, shaking her head. “Yeah, unfortunately he’s still an asshole.”
“So, wait. All of these stories, including mine, had something to do with a not too nice person wanting to humiliate someone on their behalf, only to be killed instantly.” I stop for a second, remembering how Eleanor was peeing fully clothed, and how I was unable to take off my own underwear. “Is that the punishment we get for our own misdeeds, to have to wet ourselves forever?”
She smiles. “Exactly. Ironic, isn‘t it?”
“T-that’s … horrible,” I finally manage to say.
“Yes. I was horrified at first too, but now it‘s become so routine I barely even give it a second thought.” God. The idea that someone could get used to this monstrosity is nothing less than frightening.
“How do you know I’ll be able to return home when I walk out the doors?” I ask, trying to switch to a more comforting subject.
“There was one other kid. He was sent here probably before you were born. He was able to escape before, well, to put it bluntly, wetting himself, so we never got to know him. I guess this first … is just a test, one last chance to redeem ourselves. Unfortunately, after that you’re pretty much trapped.” Great, not only do I feel bad for Janie, but I think now even Karen has awakened some of my sympathy too.
“But there’s one thing I still don’t understand,” I say.
“What’s that?”
“Why am I wearing the dress I was wearing earlier, but not my gym clothes I had on when I fell down the stairs?”
“Well, what were you wearing when you decided to humiliate Janie?”
I think about it for a second, remembering first period when I first noticed Janie squirming in her seat. “Oh.”
She nods. “Yeah, I wasn’t wearing my cheerleading outfit when I bit the dust either, but it’s what I had when I tickled that girl.” I see the exit doors right at the end of the hallway. Karen lays a hand on my shoulder.
“Look Macy, I know I still look thirteen, but my mind has matured. And ever since I hit my ’late twenties’, there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t regret what I did.”
“Oh, I regret what I did, don’t worry.”
She smiles. “I know. Hopefully now that you return home you‘ll be able to make up for what you did.” I sure will.
“I just feel so bad leaving you here.”
“I’ll figure something out, don’t worry about me.”
“Where there’s a will,” we both start to say, and then she laughs. Once again, I am unable to join in.
“Well, thanks Karen. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go pee now.”
“Hang on,” she says. “I want you to have something.” She removes a dirty ring from her pinky and hands it to me. I can see it obviously used to be in better shape. “I just know it’ll fit right on you. As you can see, it‘s kind of outgrown me.” No kidding. Her narrow, bony fingers couldn’t fit a bead.
“Thanks,” I say, slipping it inside my dress. “I’ll save it for when I’m back. Um … I’ll see you around, maybe.”
“Sure, someday.” She waves at me and then starts walking away.
I look longingly at the open doors. Never has twelve feet seemed so far away. For some inexplicable reason, having that … interesting conversation with Karen somehow managed to pacify my enormous need, but now it’s back and stronger than ever. I can barely stand straight, let alone walk. My bladder feels as fragile as a china plate. I almost start to reassure it that I’m almost there, like I’m soothing a crying baby. I feel my heart hammering in my chest. I’ve never thought about how much effort is required to hold in urine, but this indubitably dwarfs any time I’ve felt desperate to pee in the past. I‘m panting as I walk, tears streaming down my face. I can’t lose now, not that I’m this close. If I make it out the doors, not only will I be able to give my bladder the tremendous relief it’s been yearning for what seems like ages, but I’ll also be free. As the pain grows to the point where I can‘t bear it for one more second, I do the unthinkable. I start running. It’s no doubt this is a terrible idea to do at the moment when my bladder feels like an anvil, but I have to make it. I won’t allow myself to rot away here like those other poor people. I start feeling small drops slipping through the fabric of my panties and landing on the floor. Just a few more steps, just a few more steps …
I’m free! I inhale the crisp, clean air, like an escaped prisoner stepping out into fresh sunlight for the first time. I’m so blinded with happiness that I don’t notice my foot colliding with the aluminum threshold under the door. In a manner of seconds, I am staring down at the cold, hard ground. The joy I felt just a few seconds ago is now gone, but instead of shock, horror, or any sort of trepidation my body is just sucked into a cataplexy. I can’t feel anything at all, yet I‘m not numb. Simply, all of a sudden that monstrous pain from earlier has just disappeared. It takes me a few seconds to register that I have tripped and that there is a growing warm feeling somewhere. Suddenly all my senses snap back to me and I try to stop the flow, but it’s much too late. The explosive impact between my body and the floor has served as too perfect a catalyst for my bladder’s demise.
With one last, defeated sigh, I shut my eyes as warm pee floods into my panties and soaks through the fabric with a loud hissing sound. The powerful torrent drenches my dress, thighs and sneakers thoroughly, blasting into a ginormous puddle like I were spewing blood. I can do nothing except let tears run down my burning cheeks as I lie on the ground, wetting myself like a little kid. In the humiliating moment, I feel a wide array of emotions: I’m disgusted, as I can feel the sopping wet fabric of my dress clinging to me like a sloth, not to mention the fact that I’m practically swimming in my own pee. I’m angry at myself for tripping when I was just a few feet away from my only salvation. I’m regretful for being such a bitch earlier, and knowing that if I hadn’t caused Janie to embarrass herself in front of the class, none of this would have happened. But mostly, I’m just ashamed.
Just as the last few drops make their way into my now ruined dress, that familiar feeling of sleepiness whelms me again. My eyes slowly shut, and just like before, the whole world begins to dissolve. The only thing I can hear is a soft voice, calling from far away:
“Macy?” |
Here it is! At last, the conclusion. This one is mostly character development, and unfortunately no wetting. But it does mention the two previous accidents.
Enjoy!
Chapter 3
… Macy? … Macy?”
My eyes slowly begin to open themselves again. I refocus my vision towards its new subject. At first, I see just a green and purple blur. Then that blur becomes a person, and I look around to see my school. My school. My old, overcrowded, clean, familiar school. I’m home! I notice that I’m now wearing my gym clothes again, and thankfully, they’re still dry.
“Oh, good, you’re okay!” Janie cries. “You had me scared me for a moment.“ Still not exactly aware of myself, I jump up and hug Janie like I’ve seen mothers on TV embrace their sons returning from war, murmuring a tearful “I’m sorry,” into her shoulder. She gasps in surprise, but doesn’t recoil. Finally, after a few awkward seconds, I take my arms away, finally snapping back to reality (although I still feel a bit shaky).
“Um, what was that for?” Janie asks. I look away hurriedly, a blush tinging my cheeks.
“Just, uh, a little overwhelmed, I guess,” I stammer, and clear my throat. What has gotten into me?
“Does it hurt? You hit your head pretty badly when you fell.” Oh, right. How could I forget about that? I do feel a faint tingling sensation in my head, but nothing excruciating. Not nearly as painful as when my bladder nearly murdered itself earlier.
“Well, a little bit, but it‘s fine.” I clear my throat. “How long was I, um, out for?”
“About thirty seconds,” she replies. “I couldn’t tell if you were breathing or not, so I turned you over on your back. That’s when you started waking up.” Thirty seconds? It sure felt longer than that. Then, still in a post-traumatized state, I say,
“I… I think I had a near-death experience.” More like a near-death expeerience.
Her eyes widen. “Really? Wow, I’d heard of those, but I always thought they were just tall tales! So what was heaven like? I’ve always wondered.”
Oh Janie, still naïve as usual. “Oh, um, I- I don’t remember anything now,” I lie, looking away.
“Oh,” Janie says, clearly disappointed.
As we walk to the office, I can‘t stop thinking about the promise I made to myself earlier, that I would make up for what I had done. But how? I can‘t just reverse time and stop her from wetting her skirt and panties in front of our class, and I certainly can‘t tell her I’m sorry for causing the whole fiasco. Who would forgive someone for that?
We finally reach the office doors; I hesitate once my hand is on the knob, remembering the office’s emergency clothing prepared for this situation is usually an ugly pair of sweatpants or overalls which wouldn’t flatter the most sensual figure. Normally I’d be more than pleased for something that wouldn‘t compliment Janie‘s supposedly scrumptious figure, but now I think it might be a bit unfair considering all she’s been through today.
“Wait, I’ve got a better idea” I say, grabbing her arm, leading her back towards the stairs.
“W-where are we going?” Janie cries. I smile mischievously. We walk until we’re standing in front of the stairwell. Before we begin the climb up the stairs, I tie my shoelace.
* * *
“Give me your bobby pin,” I say to Janie, extending a hand out while we’re standing in front of the change room doors. She hesitantly reaches under her purple ribbon and removes a black hair clip, placing it in the palm of my hand. I examine the clip, stroking my thumb across its wavy surface a couple of times.
“Perfect.” Janie doesn’t say anything. I slide the bobby pin carefully into the keyhole of the door and perform a series of twists, turns, and winds just like in movies. Before you can say abracadabra, the door swings open. I clap my hands.
“Let’s go,” I say, walking in the change room. Janie follows me in tentatively. I lock the door behind us, then walk over to the bench where I’d laid my bag earlier. I reach into the bag and pick out my red dress, which has thankfully been restored and looks as good as new now. I smooth out a few wrinkles and hold it out in front of Janie.
“Here,” I say. “Wear this.” Her eyes widen.
“But … that’s yours.”
“Well, duh,” I smile. “But I think you need it more than I do. And trust me, you do not want to wear those rags they give at the office. Go ahead. Take it, I don’t mind.” I place the dress in her hands. She doesn’t meet my gaze.
“So … you’re just going to wear your gym strip for the rest of the day?”
“Hey, it can’t be worse than walking around in wet clothes, right?” I laugh, gesturing to her apparel. She blushes.
“I guess you’re right,” she finally says, and then her voice lowers. “I … I don’t know how to thank-”“Don’t worry about it. That’s what friends are for, right?” She finally meets my eyes, a smile curling on her soft lips.
“Um … right,” she says. Then she frowns, touching something inside the fabric of the dress. “What’s this?” she asks, taking out the ancient ring which is in much better condition than it was before.
“Oh, Karen gave that to me,” I respond calmly.
She looks confused. “Who?”
Crap. “Uh, n-no one!” I stammer, snatching the ring and pushing her towards the stall. “Uh, you should go change now. We don‘t want to keep the class waiting for too long.“
“Oh, right.“ She goes inside to put on the dress. I sit down at the nearest bench while I’m waiting for her to change, suddenly feeling a little nervous. I tell myself there is nothing to worry about. Sure, that dress is meant to be revealing, maybe a little too revealing for my age, but like I said, my parents have always spoiled me and they‘d buy me a zoo if I asked them to. To distract myself, I take the ring and slide it onto the base of my pinkie. It fits perfectly, just like Karen said it would. I miss Karen. I hope she’ll be okay.
Finally, Janie comes back out, and for a second I wonder if this is really the same Janie that was standing here a minute ago. Gone is her modest, girl next door image, and now she really looks like a Hollywood movie star. Her slim shoulders are now exposed, as well as her curvy hips, and partly revealed is her creamy chest which is not at all flat. Even my best dress looks better on her. While she isn’t drop-dead gorgeous, I can definitely see why some boys in my class swoon over Janie, as she indeed does have a body. Strangely, I’m not jealous of it like I always feared I would be.
“So how does it look?” Janie asks nervously.
“You look great,” I say. “The dress really suits you.”
“Really? I feel a little … unwrapped.”
“Trust me, it looks amazing. Better than it does on me.”
“Well, okay, if you say so.”
I narrow my eyes, concentrating on her entire figure. “Hmmm, maybe you should change your hair,” I say. I untie the ribbon from her hair and let her dark locks fall all over her shoulders, tousling them a bit. “There, now it’s perfect.” I grab her shoulders and twirl her so she’s facing the mirror. “Now, you look me in the eyes and tell me that is not the quintessence of beauty.” She looks at her reflection, eyes widening in surprise. However, I can see that she is secretly pleased with her new look. Finally, she turns to me, smiling, which makes her look even more beautiful. “Thanks, Macy.”
I shrug modestly. “Hey, I just work with what I got.”
Suddenly, her smile fades, and Janie does something I wouldn’t expect in a million years. She lifts up her dress to reveal her cloud white panties that are now soaked to the point of being almost see through and says in a quiet, embarrassed voice,
“Um… I don’t suppose you have an extra pair of panties I can borrow?” She laughs timidly. My face turns white for a second, unable to comprehend that she just … exposed herself to me like that. JANIE, one of the shyest people I have ever met, just exposed herself to ME. She never so much as changes in front of the other girls. But I guess that’s one good thing about peeing yourself -- that smaller things like this become less embarrassing by comparison.
I shake my head. “Sorry.” She sighs. “But why do you need your panties? Just take them off. No one will know.” She blushes, darting her eyes swiftly away from me.
“I- I can’t.”
“Why not? It’s no big deal.” She doesn’t answer, but continues to look the opposite way, biting her lip. Finally, after a few seconds, I snap my fingers.
“Come on,” I say, grabbing her arm and leading her towards the sink. I gesture to the faucet. “Ta-da!”
She looks confused for a second, then understands.
“You mean…”
“Yep!” I say. “Wash them. Here. In the sink.”
She lights up. “Why didn’t I think of that?” She starts to lift up the dress to remove her sodden underwear, but suddenly stops, reddening again.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. She lets go of the dress.
“N-nothing! It’s just, that, um … would you mind, um …” I instantly catch on.
“Oh yeah, sure, no problem.” I turn away to give Janie some privacy; she thanks me quietly. Though she did just display her cute little panties at me, revealing more than that would make even me uncomfortable, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that it’s too much for her. I wait until she says it’s okay, then turn back around.
She places her panties inside the basin and turns on the tap. I see her blush a little as soon as the jet of cold water comes pouring down; maybe it reminded her of her accident? As soon as the panties are rinsed out, she holds them under the hand drier for a few minutes. They don’t get completely dry, but at least they’re a lot cleaner now. Then, while we’re at it, I help wash one of her shoes while she washes the other, then we dry them off with paper towels.
“That’s better,” she says, once her freshly washed garments are back on.
I smile. “Ready to go?” She nods. I unlock the door, and before I’m about to walk out, Janie says something that catches me completely off guard: “You know, you’re the nicest person I’ve ever met, Macy.”
I want to laugh. Me? Nice? Hardly so. Didn’t I just go to hell less than half an hour ago? Well, a weird version of hell, but that’s beside the point. I can’t remember ever being nice before, except for when it benefited me. But still, hearing her say that to me is, well, kind of touching.
“Oh, gosh… thank you,” I say, humbled by the compliment.
We step out into the hall and begin walking back to the gym. I notice Janie looking tense again, and I’m pretty sure I see tears forming in her eyes.
“Janie … is everything okay?” She bites her lip and doesn’t look at me.
“I can’t go back there, Macy,” she finally answers after a few seconds. I stop walking and so does she, and turn so I’m looking at her directly.
“Why not?” I ask, shocked.
“Macy, everybody in our class just saw me wet myself. How am I supposed to show my face after what just happened?” Oh, right, I should have thought about that. I don’t mention the fact that I technically wet myself too, because first of all, that happened during my … whatever that was, and I already lied to her about not remembering anything. Besides, all evidence of my accident is completely dissolved and no one knows about it except me. I know that Janie would love nothing more than for everyone to forget what happened, but unfortunately, no one in the class has amnesia, so it’ll be a while before that happens. Not even Mrs. Hughes is senile enough to forget! I do feel bad for her, though.
“It’ll be fine, Janie,” I reassure. “You have me. Besides, it’s not like you’re the first person to have an accident in our class. Remember how Tricia wet herself in March during that science test? Or when Jordan peed his pants when we played softball with Mr. Orson’s class? You should be grateful yours only happened in front of our class! And who knows? Maybe they won’t say anything.”
“That’s even worse,” Janie whimpers. “It’ll be like a big, fat elephant in the room. I just …” Her eyes brim with tears, and she turns away. “I-I just d-don’t w-want people to say n-nasty stuff about me …” Oh, Janie.
“I promise they won’t say anything bad,” I say gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll make sure they don’t,” I add, lowering my voice. She turns back towards me, and fortunately seems to have calmed down a little bit, though there is still sadness in her smile. We continue our walk.
“You’re so confident, Macy … I wish I was like that.” I sigh. I had a feeling she might say that.
“It has it ups and downs,” I say slowly.
“What do you mean?” she asks, obviously more intrigued about the downs.
“Well, for starters, I’ve had a lot of people call me arrogant, cocky, hotshot, condescending, passive-aggressive, too smart for my own good, slut, self-righteous, you name it.” I scowl. Listing off all of these enemy words makes me feel like running someone over with a truck.
“I don’t think you’re any of those.”
“Of course you don’t,” I mutter, irritated. As soon as I see that hurt look on her face again I know I’ve said the wrong thing. Crap. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. It’s just… I’m not as confident as you think, okay?”
She raises her slender eyebrows a bit. “Oh? Why is that?”
“Well, have you noticed how much makeup I wear?”
“What’s so bad about that? Lots of girls wear makeup.”
“No, you don’t understand. I wear makeup as a security blanket. It’s the same reason I stuff my bra all the time, and why I always try to find something enticing to wear. I just feel like, if I don’t go out of my way to look my best … people aren’t going to notice me. I mean, I know I’m not ugly, my looks are okay, but that’s it. That’s all they are -- just okay. I guess I was a little bit jealous of the fact that you got so much more attention from guys than me and you weren’t even trying. It was so ironic I wanted to scream.” I exhale, a little shocked that I’ve expelled all of this information to Janie, of all people. Someone who I’d never give a second glance to on one of my better days. Janie looks equally as shocked, and remains silent for a while, like she’s taking it all in. But I suppose it all had to come out eventually.
“Wow. So have you told anybody else about this?”
I look at her with wide eyes. “Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how quick they’d be to label me as a loser? My whole reputation would plummet like I did down the stairs.” I shake my head in disgust. “Being popular is so overrated. I just hate it sometimes.”
“If you hate it then why do you still hang out with the popular kids?” I wish she hadn’t asked me that. To be honest I sometimes wonder the same thing.
“I don’t know, Janie. I guess it’s kind of like a comfort zone for me. To know people look up to me, and treat me with such a high level of respect. It’s kind of invigorating. Isn’t that why you’re always solitary and reserved? Because it’s your comfort zone?”
“Hmm … sometimes, but I still wouldn’t mind having a few close friends,” Janie admits.
“Well, having me as a friend is a good start, don’t you think?”
She grins. “Sure. And um, if you want to know the truth, I always thought you were too smart for those cliques. No offence.”
We cut the corner towards the next hallway leading to the gym, and I start to wonder if Janie’s right. Have I been hanging out with the right people? Just in the short period of time I’ve spent with this girl, I feel like me and Janie have already got to know each other a lot more than I’ve gotten to know my so-called ‘friends’ over the last few years. Funny how sneaky these revelations can be.
After a brief silence, Janie says,
“Um, thanks again for lending me your dress. It really means a lot to me. I’ll give it back to you first thing on Monday, or if you want you can give me your address and I’ll bring it to your house during the weekend. Is that okay?”
“You can keep it,” I say. It really does look better on her. Besides, it’s not like I’ll be able to wear it again anyways from all the unpleasant memories it would bring every time I look at it.
Her face lights up. “Really? Oh my gosh, thank you!” She gives me a small hug, which doesn’t really surprise me. Janie has certainly been … open today.
“Maybe today is my lucky day after all,” Janie says.
I feel a smile crawling on my lips. I did just do a nice thing for someone, didn’t I? No one was forcing me to do it. It didn’t benefit me in any way. But I did it nonetheless, and it felt pretty good! Maybe I should spend less time focusing on my appearance and more time trying to make others happy. The latter is ultimately more rewarding.
We finally reach the twin doors of the gymnasium, and Janie and I turn so we’re facing each other.
“Well, here we go,” I say. Janie takes a deep breath, but I can see that she is less nervous about facing our class than she was earlier. I open one of the doors, and although you can’t see it on my face, I am smiling inside.
I guess opposites really do attract. |
Sorry if you've seen this post under fiction before. I don't like it under fiction for some reason so I'm posting it here.
During the start of the twenty first century, Japanese scientist Mitsuyuki Ikeda developed a method for extracting proteins from feces, ultimately creating artificial steak that became known as poop burgers, turd burgers, and a number of other ridiculing names. For decades, people dismissed the idea as being unsanitary and just plain unpleasant. Additionally, the meat was worth twenty to thirty times that of typical steak. To remedy this, Mitsuyuki worked with a team of American genetic engineers to develop a more profitable way to extract the proteins. They genetically modified a kind of fungus to devour the bacteria found in feces and produce the proteins they contained. While this method proved to be far more affordable, the psychological factors lead scientists to use this meat as animal feed.
The fungus got into the meat it produced for livestock and the livestock was the first to start collapsing with meat and blood oozing from their anus. The fungus would eat away the animal flesh in addition to the feces as it produced protein from both the feces and the flesh. The disease found its way into human digestive tracks from there. The Japanese government ordered an immediate recall of produce and ordered farmers to slaughter their infected animals. Unfortunately, this didn’t remedy the problem. The livestock wasn’t properly disposed of, and the wind carried off the fungus’ spores. The fungus ultimately spread throughout the air in Japan and infected people directly from the anus. With panic spreading faster than the “bowel mushrooms” as they called it, the government resorted to a desperate tactic they called “catching the mushroom.” This meant that the Japanese government would take extreme measures to prevent the fungus from spreading any further beyond its borders.
Chapter One
My name is Anzu Kohaku. I was born here in Takahashi Japan. I have short, slick, light purple hair to match my eyes that falls to the bottom of my neck and curves slightly inward. I also have these stupid freckles on my big, puffy cheeks that my grandmother likes to pinch. Everyone always tells me they make me look cute, but I don’t like them. I’ve always been shorter than all the other students too, and I would always struggle in gym class. I’ll never be able to ask out Hiroyuki Rokou like this!
Anyway, there’s been a serious disease going around killing people. I hope it doesn’t spread to Takahashi. It’s already spread to other parts of the world. Today should be a pretty normal day at school with my friends, Kyoko and Hiroshi.
“Hi Kyoko!” I greeted. Kyoko was my best friend in the whole world. We’ve been friends since grade school. She has long, green, thick, wavy hair that falls all the way down to her lower back. Her body is amazing! The curvature of her hips, the size of her chest, and she’s 163cm tall (five foot two). I’m only 146cm, and I have a flat chest! Sometimes I wonder if I hang out with her because I like her or because I envy her! She’s had at least sixteen boy friends in her past. As for me, zero. My life stinks!
“Hi Anzu. Have you seen Hiroshi?”
“No, I haven’t seen him anywhere.”
“Oh, I hope he’s not sick or something.”
I hope he doesn’t have bowel mushrooms!
“Anyway, did you hear? The government’s going to try to stop the mushroom from spreading.”
“Yeah. I heard their covering all the school classrooms in plastic and making everyone wear these weird costumes to keep the mushroom out.”
“Really!” Kyoko rolled her eyes. “Why don’t they just evacuate everyone and do things normally for once?!”
“Are you kidding? Do you know how crowded those refugees are?! They have people sleeping on four-decker bunk beds with one foot of space between their face and the mattress. It’s like military bunk beds.”
“Yeesh! really?”
“And besides, what if you evacuate people who’ve caught the mushroom all ready? Wouldn’t it still spread? And if everyone is covered up the mushroom can’t spread to anyone else. It would be trapped inside the persons suit.”
“Yeah, I guess so. But how would you even go to the bathroom anymore?”
“I don’t know.”
Things have been getting pretty weird at the school lately with this fungus going around. What if I’m next! DX
“Anzu, don’t look now but here comes Rokou san.”
Hiroyuki Rokou?! The boy of my dreams?! The one with thick, wavey, dirty blonde hair and defined muscle tone?! The one with those luminous blue eyes who’s 171 cm tall?! The one who makes me wet myself every time I lay eyes on his angelic beauty?!
“Hi Kohaku san!” He smiled warmly at me.
“EEP! H-Hi R-Rokurou san!” I stuttered before he walked off. “Whew!”
The bell rang for class to start and my friend and I had to go separate ways.
My bladder’s starting to act up. I should probably use the toilet before I go to class, but if I’m late for sensei’s class again I’ll be suspended. I’ll just go next period.
“I have an announcement to make about the bowel mushroom before we start class this morning.” Said the sensei. He teaches biology, the most boring subject in school.
“So, is it an actual mushroom that grows out of peoples butts?” I asked. The class snickered.
“This is serious business guys. People are bleeding to death from this infection. As for your question, the fungus looks more like mold from the time of infection to death. Research shows that when depleted, the fungus dose sprout mushrooms, and that’s where the real problem arises, because mushrooms have spores that the wind caries off in the air we breathe. New fungi are born from those spores when they get consumed or come into contact with the anal area, and that brings us to our announcement. To prevent the fungus from infecting you, government officials will be coming here today with insulated walls and protective gear. In short, they’re covering everything in plastic, including your butts. They say you don’t need to cover your mouths because the fungus can’t cultivate from there. It cultivates inside your bowels since the fungus is designed to feed off your feces. I don’t quite get how that works but prepare yourselves.” He paused for a moment. “Everyone in the community will be wearing depends and an air tight seal under their clothes from now on until further notice, including students, peers and you’re parents. The bathrooms will be sealed off by insulated walls and used as changing champers. Showers in the school will be sealed off in place of out-door portable showers, and for the home, bath tubs.”
The crowd began to buzz. “Diapers, really?!” one student retorted to another. “Why couldn’t we just sleep on those military beds!?”
“I know how disturbing it seems, but if you think about it, astronauts had to wear adult diapers in outer space during voyages. So it’s not completely out of the ordinary.
“Gee, thanks!” Another student retorted.
“It will feel very weird for the first week or two, but you’ll eventually get used to the idea. This is a matter of survival now, and we’ll do whatever it takes to deal with the global situation.”
Diapers!? How will I gain the courage to ask Hiroyuki out now?! And to think that he’ll be wearing diapers too, and my parents! This is so embarrassing! Stupid Mitsuyuki and his stupid poop burgers and his stupid mushrooms! Ooohhh! I really need the toilet now!
I couldn’t sit still. My bladder bulged at the thought of wearing diapers. I started shifting in my seat in a sad attempt to get comfortable. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs and shifting my butt back and forth. I tried really hard to sit still, but I couldn’t concentrate on the lesson. It seemed to drag on. The clock ticked as slowly as possible just to make me mad. Only half way through class, my bladder became really full. I started rocking in my seat and pressing my hands into my crotch to stem the urge.
“Are you okay Anzu?” Someone asked me.
“Uh, y-yes, of course! Why wouldn’t I be? Hehehe! Eeep!” I through my hands down to my crotch as I felt a wet spurt of pee spit into my plain white panties and form a small dark spot. They had a sewn line that connected the panties around the groin area, you know, the standard type. Though the damage was minimal, it had begun. The lips of my girlhood felt wet and slippery., as if breaking the seal. Now I had to manage with sheer will power.
“Yeah, okay Anzu. Look, we’re all a little nervous about this whole thing. I hope this ends soon.”
Nerves, when I thought about it, I figured it was nerves.
“I hope so too!” I sighed. Nerves or no nerves, I still had to pee really badly. I felt my legs quivering from the pressure. Fifteen minutes had passed and I was double crossed. My double crossed legs bounced up and down and I rocked frantically back and forth. I could barely concentrate on my bladder, let alone the lesson. I just waited anxiously for the class to end so I could use the toilet. I couldn’t stop groaning as the pressure wined at my flood gates. Another slippery spurt leaked in my underwear. My face burned red hot from the warm, gush of liquid now leaking onto the seat through my skirt. The dark spot on my panties grew into a marble, but the stain on my skirt was as big as my ear, making my whole crotch feel damp. A tear dripped from my eye when I looked up at the clock and realized I still had thirteen minutes to go. Three minutes had gone by and a slow, gradual stream of liquid oozed out and groped my butt cheeks. A puddle formed at the seat of my skirt bigger than a baseball, but I was stubborn. I felt wet and miserable sitting in my own toilet seat. I only hoped I could leave early enough to beat the line up at the toilets. I crammed my fists in my crotch to hold it, and I realized that it was my own weakness and fatigue that allowed spurts to come through. With every waking breath I felt myself slowly going insane. The clocked ticked exponentially slower until finally, a miracle happened. The bell rang. I sprang up from my wet seat when I was interrupted by my sensei.
“Anzu!” He shouted promptly. I froze in place with my underwear dripping urine on the floor. The class erupted into shocked laughter seeing the obvious splotch on the back of my school uniform, a green skirt with a white strip along the bottom, a white shirt and red tie. It took at least a minute it seemed for the class to settle down. “I just need a couple of minutes to finish this up okay?” He smiled warmly.
A couple minutes!? My heart sank. At that point I could barely wait two minutes if I was lucky, but I knew in my heard the line was building up at the door as we speak, and I’d have to get to my next class by the time the wait was over. I would have to sit through a whole other class like this. Tears streamed down my eyes. I sat in my puddle defeated. It took him three minutes to realize that he would need to continue the lesson tomorrow, and dismissed us.
In a panic, everyone crammed their books in their bags. I rushed out the door with false hope and saw that the dreaded line was there. I waddled to my next class and sat down in the seat with my wet skirt, looking up at the clock. I poured my entire body and soul into keeping myself from getting any soggier. I just took deep breaths and meditated during the class to calm myself down. I tried to think about other things, like my friends, and Hiroyuki, the boy of her dreams. Despite the blaring, throbbing pain in my bladder, I was able to wait a little longer. I just challenged myself to go as long as I could without checking the clock. Pretty soon I found myself at a mental sleep state.
“Anzu!”
“Huh, oh, yes sensei?”
“Pay attention, this is important.”
There goes my happy place, at least my skirt dried a little bit.
I dared to look up at the clock. Fifteen minutes. In all that time, only fifteen minutes had passed. I felt my crotch lips spazing out as they spilt drop after drop into the seat. My panties were soaked to the bone by now. I quivered at the warm slippery feeling of pee drenching the bottom of my skirt. I forced my fist into my crotch and managed to stem the flow. By that time the puddle had grown to the size of a basketball, easy. I crushed my vagina in the clench of my fist until it hurt, but it was the only thing pinching off the flow. The front of my skirt got wet from the panties underneath. I just had to hold it until the end of class. I began to shiver and sweat. My body grew cold. My mind began to go numb. I squirmed in my seat like an angry eel in a pot of boiling water. My butt squirmed in my wet seat and my legs rubbed hard against each other, shifting left and right, up and down, all around. There was no rhyme or reason to my patterns at that point. I just squarmed randomly as the pressure pressed hard enough to compete with the clutch of my hands. Another long squirt slipped through my skirt and past my fingers. I checked the clock at least every five minutes, if I was lucky, then soon I started checking the clock every thirty seconds. I still had twenty four minutes to go till the end of class. To make matters worse, I felt pressure coming from my bowels. It couldn’t get any worse.
“Anzu. You think you can help me solve this? I always forget how to cross cancel here.” I froze.
“Anzu, can you come up and help me solve this?”
Tears started to flood my eyes. I quivered with desperation and I felt a sudden, long stream of pee leak before I got a grip again. The puddle started to peak out from under my skirt. “No sensei!” I cried. “I can’t!”
“Why not?” She puzzled.
I paused for a long time with my face all but catching fire. “I need the toilet!”
“Toilet, why didn’t you say so!? Go, hurry before you have an accident!” My brain just about blew a fuse. Why didn’t I just ask!???? Without a moments delay, I tried to stand up, but the rock hard pressure in my bladder forbade me to move. The class stared in awe as they watched. “I can’t move!” I cried.
“Uh oh! Marcy?” She looked over at a Swedish transfer student. “Can you help her get to the toilet?”
“Yeah!” She promptly got up and rushed over to my rescue, but I couldn’t move. She was the thinnest, lankiest, most flat chested girl in the school, even more flat chested than me, but slightly taller too. She had a bright, highlight blond ponytail braided down to her upper back. She tried to hoist me out of my seat. “STOP STOP, Stop! It’s gunna!” I groaned and whimpered. A powerful, audible jet of urine shot through my fingers and the puddle became more visible. My fragile tissue hung on by a mere pinky. She quickly shot her hand under my butt and lifted me up without breaking a sweat. She felt short, spazmic jets shooting agains her hand and ran out of the room with me in one hand, opening the door with the other. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.
She put me down and let me stand on my own. She saw short strings of pee spill from under my sopping wet skirt while I still had my hands rammed in the hole. “Uh, oh! You think you’re going to make it?”
“I don’t…”
“Just hold it a little longer, we’re almost there okay?” Without saying a word, I let her drag me across the hall way, holding one of my hands. I got a grip and managed to hold it in until we got around the corner, but my heart started pounding when I heard activity going on where the toilets were. My pupils dilated. The government officials had already come to seal up the bathrooms with insulated, plastic walls, and I didn’t even have a diaper yet. It crushed me. I stood in the hallway next to Marcy and let the pee spray into the ground. It flooded my panties completely. A wet splotch crept down the front of my skirt and my pee spilt into the ground below, flowing down my legs and flooding my black, slip-on shoes and short white socks. I sobbed openly in the hallway while Marcy looked away to give me privacy.
“Don’t worry about it.” She perked while urine flooded my butt with wet stickiness and flooded my entire spine with putrid shame. I collapsed into my own mess and buried my face in my hands. I wanted to die. I wanted someone to just shoot me with a tranquilizer, or better yet, a bullet. I wanted to puke.
“Hey hey hey! Cripes, it’s not that big-a-deal! I peed my pants in the car once!” I tried to calm down a little as I hiced.
“Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll join you.”
I was at a loss for words, so I didn’t say anything. She pinched her skirt between her legs and stood there for a minute or two before I noticed pee trickling down her legs and a splotch sprawling over the front and back of her skirt. Marcy’s pee sprinkled into the floor and added to my puddle, making her socks wet too.
The government officials took notice and tried not to stare until their boss out-right smacked them upside the head. “Get to work!” He scolded.
Marcy and I took notice. I don’t know what kind of magic possessed me all of a sudden, but suddenly all my shame just went down the drain.
“See? It’s no big deal. Me and my friends do it all the time when we play spin the bottle.” Marcy fixed her skirt as I stood up to give her a hug. I pulled her tightly against my body. Pee dripped from both our skirts into the enlarged, rippling puddle below. Her wet skirt pressed against my wet skirt and I embraced her. “Thank you.” I sniveled.
“Don’t mention it. Now let’s go get cleaned up.” We walked off hand in hand like best friends down to the locker rooms where we’d fetch our gym uniforms. |
Ha XD. You live in Scotland? :l Funny thing. The next chapter talks about new school uniforms that were designed in Scotland. That's actually pretty significant. No wait, I think it was Poland actually. Sorry. lol Anyway, Here's the next chapter. I just finished it.
Warning, this chapter contains male and female defecation. I'll warn you ahead of time so enjoy.
Chapter Two
Marcy and I made our way to the locker rooms to get our spare clothes. Pee sloshed around in my shoe at every step I took and we left a long trail of wet foot prints behind us. When we saw a police tape blocking the way, we saw some officials across the hallway and tried to get their attention. We didn’t have to try that hard though since our green skirts were dripping wet.
“Can we come over for a sec? We just need to get our gym uniforms!” Marcy asked. I was still a little shaken up though, so I stayed quiet. The worker came over to talk to us. I hid myself behind her a little.
“Are you girls all right?” He puzzled.
“Can we come over and get our gym uniforms?”
"Yeah, of course. Follow me.” He wore a full body, plastic uniform that looked almost like a space suit. At least he’s protected from the mushroom! We cocked inwardly.
"So where's your locker?"
“Mine is E29.” I replied.
“Mine’s right here.” Marcy pointed.
“Watch your step now, don’t step on those tubes whatever you do.”
Marcy worked her locker with minimal difficulty and pulled out her gym uniform, then the man took us down to get my clothes. “You girls want a bag? I can find one in the back for you if you want.”
“That would be great, thanks.” Marcy replied.
“And you probably want somewhere to change too, right?”
"Nah, we can change on the roof.”
“Ha! Right. Unfortunately those bloomers of yours won’t cover you up very well when we have to get those seals on you.”
“Seals, you mean those…” I trailed off.
“The insulation, to protect you girls from that fungus. Did your teachers give you the heads up yet?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“I know, it’s weird.”
I grabbed my uniform and he took us to a secluded, open part of the bathroom they covered in plastic. I didn’t even recognize it anymore.
“These girls need some privacy if that’s all right!”
“What are they doing in the, oh! Sorry.” He apologized politely. “If you want, you can be the first to try on your big girl pants.”He waved some cloth and a diaper around in front of us.
“I-it’s okay. We’ll try them on later.”
He just burst up laughing. “All right then. See you in twenty minutes.”
Twenty minutes? The guys led us into the stall, which was covered in plastic. Floors, walls, ceiling, everything was covered. Even the toilets were covered. It was like being inside some weird, balloon thing. The teacher’s weren't kidding when they said the toilets wouldn't be used. They guys gave us some bags to put our wet clothes in and stood off to the side. The stalls didn't have anything that resembled doors so we had to change in the open. I slid down my skirt and panties and put them in the bag. My legs sparkled from wetness. My panties were drenched on the bottom where I sat on it. The front side looked pretty soaked too, riding half way up to the band, clear and obvious. My skirt, of course, was wet from front to back. I used the dry part of my skirt to dry off my bare legs. I took off my shoes to pour the pee out into the bag he gave me. I dried my feet off with the skirt, through my wet clothes into the bag and tied it up. It wasn't exactly a grocery bag with handles so it made a really big, bulking knot. Finally, I pulled up my green bloomers and changed my shirt, just so I had a complete set. Marcy and I came out of our stalls with our bloomers and bags and bit the guys “good by”. We had ten minutes left of class by the time we got back. We saw janitors over there mopping up our mess. My face blared red as they saw two girls coming down the hall way with their gym uniforms on carrying plastic bags.
“Sorry guys!” Marcy perked at them, just to make matters worse for me. I really wish she wouldn’t attract so much attention to herself.
“Don’t worry about it girls. We’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you!” It was so embarrassing coming into class with bloomers, and bags! Everyone stared at us on our way in, but they particularly stared at Marcy. What was she doing in bloomers carrying a plastic bag of wet clothes? She didn’t have to go near as badly as me did she?
“Marcy?” The teacher puzzled. “What happened to you?”
“The bathrooms are officially sealed off.” She replied.
“Oh, I’m sorry. So you didn’t make it either huh?” She turned over to me. I just covered my red, freckled face with my hands and grieved. “I’m sorry girls. Well, you’ll be given all new uniforms next period to fit casually around your depends so It won’t be too long.”
I noticed a small twitch in my bowels that moment and realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear under my bloomers. My bloomers revealed more details about my butt crack and privates then I wanted it to. It felt like the cloth was groping me. Anyone could notice the details if they looked. I pulled my shirt down as far as it would go, as if it would help. I noticed my parts weren’t as dry as they could be either, so it made a fine, dark line on my bloomers. Marcy let her parts hang out as she sat in her seat. Every boy in the classroom, and some girls, eyed me for the remainder of the class period.
Thankfully the bell rang and we made our way to our next class. On the way to history, I bumped into Hiroyuki Rokou. “H-hi Rokou san!” I could never greet him properly. He stopped to greet me back.
“Are you going to Gym?” He asked.
“O-of course!”
“Ah, well gym is that way.”
“Oh, right. Um, thanks.” It was a stupid thing for me to say, of course the gym was in the other direction, where Hiroyuki had to walk! I had to walk with him, still carrying my plastic bag. Good grief!
“What’s that?” He asked.
“Mylunch!!” I replied promptly. “It must have gotten soggy in the car.”
“Okay.” He replied, but there was a suspicious tone in his voice. What if he’s on to me?! What if he finds out!? Looking back, either he saw the clothes in my bag, or I smelled funky at the time. Probably both. My pee did stink pretty bad when I wet myself in the hall way.
“You don’t have gym next period do you?” He smirked.
“Of course I do! I’ll prove it to you!” I yelled at him. I ran off to gym class and slammed the door behind me, leading outside. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the right exit either.
“Honestly Hiroyuki!” A shapely girl rubbed her forehead at him.
“What, it’s pretty obvious isn’t it? She’s carrying her wet clothes around and she smells like my grandmother.”
“Insecure and naïve girls 101, never state the obvious.”
I waited for Hiroyuki to pass by the hallway so I could head to my next class. Sweat built up under my purple bangs.
“Hi Anzu!” I heard a male voice call out from behind me. I jumped out of my skin and turned around to see a familiar set of flaming orange hair that stuck out all over the place and a pair of red eyes. “Oh, hi Hiroshi.”
“Hi, are you okay?”
“I’m okay.” My eyes trailed off.
“Why are you wearing your gym uniform? Did you pee your pants or something?”
“No!! I was just on my way to, uh, gym?”
“Kyoko and I both know you have history this period!”
“W-w-w-well I-I-I-I h-had a schedule change! Yeah, that’s it! Hehehehe!”
“You’re not hiding anything Anzu! Look, we’re just a bit freaked out about this whole mushroom thing. It’ll pass soon enough.”
“What makes you say that?”
“They’ll figure something out. They always do.”
“Are you sure?”
“Guaranteed!” He smiled with confidence, revealing his missing tooth and shot me a thumbs up. He always knew how to cheer a girl up, but the mushroom still bothered me. What if the wind blew over before we got our diapers on? Oh, that’s the other thing I should explain. The “wind” in context referred to the mushroom’s seeds that the wind carried. You see, the fungus spread through the air so the only way to stay safe was to… wear air-tight diapers.
I went inside as soon as I saw Hiroyuki pass through the hallway and said goodbye to Hiroshi. Next class was History, like Hiroshi mentioned. I loved my sensei from History class. She was always so funny and full of energy.
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD Morning class!”
“Good morning.” Everyone greeted, including me.
“Everyone take a seat, quickly! We have a lot to do today and so little time to do it!” Everyone seated themselves and awaited further instruction. “Now everybody get up! It’s time to try on our new uniforms!” She cheered.
The class laughed as they stood up to follow her out the door. People’s hearts started pounding when they realized what their uniforms would probably be. Sensei lead us outside where a man in a plastic suite waited to explain things in detail. The whole school was outside to listen.
“Good morning everyone!” The crowd stirred a little. “First of all, thank you for being mature about this. This is really the last thing we would want to do, but desperate times call for desperate measures.”
Speaking of desperate, Hiroshi had been holding in a load since yesterday and his bowels were churning. He had his hands around his stomach as he hunched slightly over, The pressure felt like a weight in his abdomen. He could drop it at any moment. My bowels were acting up too. My bloomers began to ride up my cracks as I squirmed a little. Marcy didn’t have too much luck either with her bowels, but she had some time.
“So here’s what we’ll do from now on. You’ll be asked to use depends when you need the toilet, obviously. I’m sure you’re teachers already went over that with you. Now the real protection comes from this.” He held out a thin, pare of plastic, transparent shorts with thousands of tiny, stiff, metallic strips for infrastructure and reinforcement, for reasons we didn’t know. The waist band was a thick, metallic belt with a compact lock on it. There were two similar strap-locks around the pant legs that made it complete. In another hand, he held a rubbery pare of short shorts. “These, ladies and gentlemen, will make your butt airtight and keep out the fungus. They will be taken on and off by professional assistance in order to assure that the pants stay airtight. Do not try to put them on or off by yourself. Do not try to tug on them or let any air in. If it starts to get stuffy let a professional know. The idea is to keep the air OUT.”
I felt the pressure increase in my bowels as he spoke. Hiroshi felt his starting to force its way into his briefs, but he held it in.
“The ones we’ll be giving you won’t be nearly this ugly. There’ll be a pair of boxers mounted on the men’s depends,” He mused. “and shorts for the ladies to wear under their skirts, which will be elongated.” Next he took out some school uniforms. The men’s uniform looked just about the same as the ones we had. They had long, black sleeves, black, long pant, black everything. The main difference was that these shirts were longer and fanned slightly outwards to complement their hips, falling to their knees. Their pants were a lot baggier looking too.
In his other hand he held the girl’s uniforms. It was an entirely different design then our current ones, but it was a heck of a lot better than wearing bloomers in class. They were light blue with a white strip around the bottom, just like ours, but the shirt was completely white with a red tie. Like he said, the skirt was elongated, almost twice the size of our old skirts, and much frillier. It was mounted onto a pair of blue shorts, which was mounted onto the butt-cage balloon, as we later called it.
Skirts mounted onto underlying shorts!? What a concept! Every girl in the entire field thought to herself. Why didn’t anyone thing of this before, after generations of going up the stairs and crossing overhangs!? Or did they!? Girls began to question their social status in Japanese society. I certainly did. Come to think of it, there were a lot of overhangs and stair cases in schools too. Could it be because of the population, or were they just subconscious, male factors?
My bowels were really starting to bug me. I pressed my cheeks together and fixed the weggie on my bloomers. Kyoko felt a slight urge to pee.
“These new uniforms are made to fit more nicely around your butt so it won’t look so awkward. There actually quite stylish. They were made by designers in Poland about your age.”
Poland? I thought. Okay, there’s definitely something up with our society. Kyoko hopped from foot to foot. My friend Hiroshi felt a log begin to poke it’s head out. He squeezed his butt together to keep from dropping his load.
“Today, you’ll start out by getting fitted into your protective gear. By lunch time, you can report back here if you’re interested in a little education on the fungus. I highly recommend it, in fact, the first ten minutes are mandatory. Continue you’re classes for now and you’ll be called up to rooms c123 through c131, aka, the has-been bathrooms. There you will receive your uniforms, protective gear, and details on daily routine. If you have to go to the bathroom in the meantime, we’re providing port-a-potties. Ask your teachers to go. That’s all. No go learn something!” He concluded. “And no, the wind has not blown over your province yet, because if it had, we wouldn’t be giving you protective gear, we would be giving you intensive treatment involving injecting acid in your butt hole. Be thankful you’re not passing acid. Okay, that’s all.” We were brought back to our classes. I asked my sensei if I could go to the bathroom.
“No!” She scolded. “We have lots of work to do!”
“Y-yes sensei!” I replied.
“You’re so cute when you’re gullible!” She laughed and ruffled my bowel-shaped purple hair. “Yes, you can go to the bathroom.” She smiled. “Just don’t go in your pants yet.”
“Gee, thanks.” I retorted.
Meanwhile, Hiroshi hobbled over to the port-a-potties with his legs quivering. [start of male defecation] He felt one wave after another hit him, and he dropped a marble in his pants. Blushing profusely, he made his way to the lineups that formed at the doors. He tapped his stomped his feet on the ground and groaned. He crouched as the load weighed him down.
“You wanna cut in front of me?” A girl asked him with the softest, sweetest voice.
He didn’t delay for one second. He seized the spot in front of her, with three people in front of him to wait for. “Thanks. Nngh!” Suddenly, a log slipped out and dropped into his briefs.
“C-can he cut you guys, he’s really trying hard to hold it in.” That same girl requested the students in front of him.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” They agreed. He was at the front of the line, but there was just one more person to wait for. He pounded on the door and begged while he hopped from foot to foot. “Jesus Christ, let me in! I’m going to shit my pants in a second!”
“I’m sorry!” A cute voice replied. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“Hurry!” He groaned. He dropped another load into his pants and it started to expand outward. He pulled his shirt over it to hide it while a snake started slithering out.
“Jesus, hurry!!”
“I’m going as fast as I can! Geez! You sound like my brother!”
“You sound like my sister!! I’m messing myself here!!”
“Okay okay, I’m coming!!” It was too late. He had completely lost control of his sphincter and he loaded his pants with rancid mud. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!”
“I’m out, I’m out!” The door busted open and out cam Marcy. “I didn't even finish.”
He pushed right past her and locked the door behind him. “You’re welcome!” She retorted, but then she sniffed the air and plugged her nose. The other’s in the line followed suit. “Holly shit dude, did you shit yourself!?”
“I’ve had enough shit for today, thank you!” He replied. Hiroshi pulled down his pants very carefully to reveal his white bulking briefs. He held it up to keep it from spilling in the wrong place and dropped his load in the toilet. Hiroshi found it difficult to wipe himself completely since the poop had mashed around in his pants and smeared against his cheeks. He went through at least twenty sheets of paper to fully clean himself, and another twenty or more to clean the inside of his briefs. He placed some toilet paper inside his man panties to keep his dirty underwear from rubbing against his skin again and pulled it up. A little bit of toilet paper hung outside the edges of his briefs as he pulled his pant up. [End of male defecation]
“Are you coming out soon?” The sweet girl said. “I really gatta go!”
“Yeah yeah, I’m coming!” He stepped out smelling funky for the rest of the day.
I waited in line for the toilet, bouncing up and down with pressure in my abdomen. Finally the door opened and I rushed right in. I promptly lifted the toilet seat to find pee on the rim. “Thanks for cleaning up after yourself you pig!” I scolded. [start of female defecation] I quickly took some toilet paper off the walls to wipe up the mess while I did a potty dance in the port-a-potty. I felt the snake begin to slip out and I caught it just in time, but now my hands were preoccupied. My face flushed red at what I was about to do, but I swallowed my pride and relaxed my mind.
“Un, excuse me! Could someone come in and help me?” I quivered. A snake slipped into my bloomers. “Hurry!!”
“I’m coming in.” Said a girl with pink, long hair and green eyes. When she tried the door, it was locked.
“Ooohh!” I moaned.
“Are you going to be okay?” She asked.
“Nooo!!” I whimpered.
“Un lock the door for me and I’ll come in and help you!”
“I can’t!!”
“It’s okay, just go in your pants then.”
“Okay I’m unlocking it, I’m unlocking it!” I pressed as hard as I could to push the load back up, just long enough to take my hands away. I unlocked the door and my hands went right back down to my butt. It was so embarrassing asking someone to help me, but I didn’t know what else to do. I already had a lump in my bloomers. The girl came in and locked the door behind her.
“What’s the problem?”
“The toilet, I need you to cover it up with toilet paper! Pleas hurry!”
“S-seriously! Is THAT what’s holding you up?”
“Hurry!!” Another long snake loaded my bloomers and they began to bulge and sag. The girl frantically covered the seat in toilet paper while I was completely losing my grip. My sphincter gave in and the muck just spilt into my bloomers.
“There, go!!” The girl said. I quickly pulled down my bloomers and finished my business in the toilet. The mess flowed into the hole like tooth paste through my anus for almost a half a minute. I started to cry from the mess I already made in my bloomers.
“It’s okay!” She patted my back. “You made it, for the most part.”
“That’s the second time today!” I cried. “I don’t have anything else to change into!” When I finished and wiped myself, she dumped out my mess for me and wiped up the inside of my bloomers with toilet paper to the best of her ability. We took up to fifteen minutes to come out, making the other students mad at us. [End of female defecation]
“Whew! That was close!” I heard Kyoko say from the next door port-a-potty. I was not going to enjoy wearing diapers.
That's the end of Chapter two. So yeah, it was the Polish who designed the new uniforms. Again, pleas leave feed back. Feed back helps. It's also very tasty. :p
Edited January 21, 2013 by Marin
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I finally got the third chapter finished, I stayed up way too late though.
Quick review.
The protagonist, Anzu Kohaku, is short, skinny and fairly flat chested, but she still has a little shape. She has short, bowel shaped, purple hair, puffy cheeks and freckles. Her two best friends are Hiroshi and Kyoko, and she's in love with Hiroyoshi Rokou, a lean, muscular, blue eyed stud with thick, wavy blond hair. A Fungus was genetically engineered to extract protein from human feces, but it infected humans and live stock from the anus and proved to be a deadly infection. In a desperate attempt to seize the infection at it's boarders, the Japanese government is making it's people wear airtight diapers to keep the infection out and creating plastic insulation inside the bathrooms for experts to change them in.
Anzu has to use the toilet during class, so her teacher allows her to go with a student escort, but when she gets to the bathroom to find it covered in plastic, she wets herself on the spot. To make her feel better, Marcy, her escort, wets herself deliberately. They both change into their gym uniforms and head outside for an assembly that explains the new daily routines regarding diapers and the new uniforms to go with them. After the assembly, Anzu tries to make it to the port-a-potties that were provided as a temporary substitute for the school bathrooms, having to go number two. She soils herself before she can get her bloomers down with the help of a student. Her friend, Hrioshi, finds himself soiling his briefs before he can even get inside the port-a-potty.
And now, for our featured presentation! lol
Chapter 3
I was in history class waiting to be
called up for my uniform so I could change out of my sticky bloomers. I swear if
they didn’t call me up soon I’d get a diaper rash before I even got a diaper.
“Takashi Tsucasa, report to c122.” The
intercom requested. “Shizuki Akira, report to c125; Naoki Reiki, to c 127” The
intercom went on like that for the rest of the day every ten minutes. I don’t
remember the actual names or room numbers but I know they were a lot more
organized then that. They called out six boys to one bathroom at a time, times
the four or five other bathrooms we had in the school which had varying amounts
of stalls to change in. They called out boys in order from c123 to c131, then
the girls in order from c122 to 130. The girls bathrooms were all even numbered
rooms, and the boys obviously had the odd ones. They also called students up in
alphabetical order. They had all their numbers strait. They had too, there were
billions of people they had to diaper with only a limited amount of human
resources.
Teachers didn’t really get any quality
teaching in with the intercom rambling all day. My bloomers felt miserable to
sit in. I wish I would have put some toilet paper in them or something, because
it was starting to sweat and itch. To make matters worse, the boy who sat next
to me was a snob. If he noticed something funky, like my smell, he didn’t hold
back.
“Dude, why do you smell like shit?”
“Shut up Noboru!” I snapped.
“Did you shit your pants or something?”
“Shut your mouth!”
“You did, didn’t you!? It smells funky!”
“Would you shut up! You’re so stupid
Noboru!” I slammed my hand on the table.
“Anzu! Pay attention!”
“But he…”
“Anzu, I will not ask you again.”
I took a deep breath as quietly as I could
so she didn’t accuse me of huffing at her. Her name was Nori sensei.
“Anzu, Anzu.” Noboru tried to get my
attention, but I tried to ignore him. “Anzu!”
“Anzu, stop talking to your friends and
pay attention.” Her tone grew impatient with me.
“I’m not!” I protested.
“Quiet!” She scolded. “If you keep this up
I’ll send you to the office!”
“I’ll just go!” I surrendered. I knew
Noboru and Nori sensei well enough to know better, and I didn’t want to listen
to her yell at me anymore.
“Fine!” Nori sensei pouted. “You can just
wait till the end of the day to get your uniform!”
“What!?”
“To the office.”
“But what was I supposed to…”
“Now, Anzu!!” I stormed off and slammed
the door behind me as hard as I could with rage flaring in my chest. My eyes
grew moist as I tried to hold back tears of frustration. Teachers were supposed
to get fired for raising their voice like that, but staff members never took
claims seriously, obviously because they abused the privilege.
Meanwhile I sat in the principal’s office
trying not to cry again. I’d been crying a lot lately over a lot of things.
Well, not really. I had two accidents in a row, we were all doomed to wear
diapers and my teacher was being impossible! And worse, I couldn’t get changed
until the end of the day! Who does she think she is anyway!? I couldn’t stand
sitting in my sticky bloomers anymore. My butt was soggy and raw from sitting
in my own pee for over a half an hour and now this!
“What happened?” The principal asked me.
“I robbed the bank and killed my family
and gutted them for dinner!” I pouted.
“Calm down!” He chuckled. “You’re human,
humans make mistakes.”
“Noboru wouldn’t stop talking to me and
sensei thinks it’s my fault!” My voice started breaking up.
“Nori!” He said aloud.
“She said I can’t change until the end
of the day” I cried. “and I havn’t been able to change my pants all day! I
didn’t make it to the bathroom and now…” My voice locked up.
“That’s it, Nori’s fired.” He threw his
hands up in the air.
“Why, what did she do?” I was relieved
to hear that the principal was having as many problems with Nori sensei as I
was. It was delicious to see her getting in trouble for once. Principal Hinata
made his way to that class room where she taught her class.
Earlier that day, when I stormed out the
door, Nori sensei continued her lesson on world war two, but she was
interrupted by a student “Hey Nori sensei?”
“Yes Hideyoshi?”
“Why are you such an ass hole?” Her face
went blank.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
She chuckled sweetly.
“Ass… hole!” The class could see it in
her face, but then a dirty thought came to their mind regarding the principals
policies towards teachers. “And a butt-fucking duck spooner.” Another student
smirked.
“And a baby raping…”
“That’s enough!!” She shrieked.
“You’re also a…”
“Kristine!!” She called out to a Swedish
student. Her face exploded with rage as her voice surely carried out through
the hallways.
“Kiss my ass Nori!”
“E-excuse me!!”
“Go F**k yourself Nori san!” As the class
began to sing a colorful chorus of horrendous language for her she marched
over, grabbed the ruler and started hammering it onto her desk to get the
classes attention until it splintered, and she hammered it further as the
splinters of wood flew across the class. The class went dead silent in shock.
“Listen to me you brats!!” She shrieked. Her voice echoed in the
hallway.
“Chill man.” A bold student remarked.
“What!!”
“Nori chan!” She heard the voice of the
principal standing by the door. I hid behind him for coverage. I’ve never been
so scared in my life when I saw the burning rage in her face. Students looked
at me like some sort of tattle tale. “First off, you have no authority to
determine when students receive their mandatory uniforms under the governments
orders. Secondly, those rulers cost the school a hundred yen each.” Her heart
sank, but she didn’t dare dispute him. “I’m afraid I have to let you go.” He
announced.
I felt a twinge in my bladder as I merely
trembled from her rage I heard in the hallway. I bent my legs inward. I also
drank a lot of fluids that morning. With a tear in her eye, Nori sensei left
the room.
“And
as for you students” He glared at them. “If I ever hear that kind of language
again I’ll skin you alive.” The principal snickered a little. “It was pretty
funny though!” Nori sensei couldn’t believe what she was hearing from down the
hall way. “Nori chan, huh!?” She snorted. “Anzu Kohaku, report to c126.” I
heard them say on the intercom. Great, I would be the first student in my class
to walk in with a new uniform, and a… well.
So I got up and left to c124 like she
said. I couldn’t believe I was the first student in my class to be called up.
Then again, Anzu is pretty close to the first letter of the alphabet, unless
they were going by last names. They must have been going by first names because
that was way too fast. Still, it would be a relief to get out of those
bloomers. I wonder if they have something special for bloomers too, or if were
having gym at all. Maybe this mushroom’s
infecting people’s heads. I mused.
I approached the bathroom c124 to find
that there was a line waiting outside the entrance. There was a long, plastic
tunnel along the wall with tubes sticking out all over. I heard girls and boys
from both bathrooms peeing in buckets, and I overheard people inside asking if
the students had to use the toilet before they changed them. Gross!
Students came out of the bathrooms either
blushing their face off, or strangely, full of energy. I didn’t want to know.
Maybe they just liked the uniforms. I have to admit I did like the new skirts
girls were coming out with. They were so much cuter then the ones we wore. The
shirts were almost like dresses with their frilly bottoms.
I heard some people talking about how
comfortable the diapers were. Some of them talked about how weird they felt and
some of them simply went back to class. I saw a few standing outside the door
of their classroom doors so they wouldn’t have to face the class. I considered
it, but my teacher would start to wonder where I was. Wait, my teacher was
fired, but they probably found a substitute by now. She probably wouldn’t
recognize me though, but, then I’d miss the lesson, like I cared anyway.
Suddenly I saw a familiar face stroll
down the hallway. It was Hiroyuki Rokou. His dirty blond hair shined like gold,
and his eyes shimmered. I couldn’t believe these people were about to put
someone as dignified as him in something as degrading as big boy pants, if you
know what I mean. I couldn’t stand the thought.
“So you’re here too huh?” He looked me
in the eye. I didn’t speak. My whole soul froze over. This couldn’t be
happening. I couldn’t stand it.
We waited in line, practically right next
to each other. It was the most awkward twenty minutes of my life and my bladder
was starting to build up. I knew I only had two options. Go in the bucket in
front of everyone or go in my diaper in front of everyone when I received it.
It was too trivial for me. I tried to think about something else while the line
progressed quickly. Before I knew it, I was standing at the foot of the plastic
tunnel. The urge in my bladder grew uncomfortable. I paced a bit in the line. I
wanted to ask someone to cut me in line so I could prepare myself, but that
would be even more embarrassing. After all, I wasn’t the only one having to go
through this.
I was now half way through the tunnel. I
felt a breeze coming from inside the plastic-sealed bathroom every time the zipper
to the plastic tent-like hatch came open. The zipper was perfectly vertical.
They barely opened enough for someone to fit through and closed it again. I
felt the plastic along the way. It was very stiff and crinkly. It smelled like
it came fresh out of one of those store packages, like the smell you get when you
pull the rappers off of a new printer. I came closer and closer to the zipper
as it neared my turn. My heart was racing. The tension in my bladder grew.
I had finally reached the zipper. My chest
was pounding as the zipper opened and the woman there pulled me through. I
walked hesitantly through to what used to be the inside of the girls bathroom.
The floors, walls and ceilings were all covered in plastic. A long, cardboard box
of air tight diapers rested along the wall under a portable hanger full of our
uniforms. I was lead into the stall all the way to the end while there was a
line of girls on their way out with their new uniforms. They looked so cute, uh,
the uniforms I mean!
“This will be your daily routine from here
on out, Monday through Sunday.” A woman whispered to me, standing inside the
stall with me while she handed me an envelope. “Do you want to use the toilet
before we begin?”
My freckled cheeks burned red. The
humiliation was intoxicating. There was no door on the stall besides the solid
one underneath the plastic, so it was wide open. The only privacy we had was the
fact that there were only enough girls in the bathroom at one time to fill up
the stalls. On top of that I went in there with my gym uniform, which I soiled.
I just couldn’t build the strength to use the bucket. I shook my head and that
was it.
She yanked my bloomers down to the floor
and wiped me with a baby wipe. I felt her warm hands smear powder on my bare cheeks.
I saw the inner crotch of my bloomers on the ground hang out. It was smeared
with my poop. I wanted to puke, but the woman paid no attention to anything
more or less then her job it seemed. She moved so quickly I could tell she had
been doing this all day, and she didn’t seem to care. My bladder tinged again
as she reached for the diaper next to her. It wasn’t mounted with the shorts
like they showed during the assembly. Nor were the shorts mounted onto the
skirts. It came separately. At first I wondered why, but I would figure it out
real fast.
She laid the diaper out on the toilet seat
and sat me down on it. It was white, fluffy, and very soft, like silk on tissue
paper. It was a big, bulky tape-on. I could see why the uniforms were so big
and loose looking. She taped my diaper in place as its soft texture pressed
against my skin. It felt so good to finally be clean after sitting in those
bloomers all day, and there were no inappropriate creases that revealed my
parts.
I still had to use the toilet as she stood
me up to put my shorts on. She lifted the pant legs to reveal the metallic
strap that secured the garment. The inside of it was made of rubber. It was extremely
stiff, yet extremely flexible. It felt like really short tights, except a lot thicker.
The pant legs were about an inch long. The woman tightened the straps from
behind and locked them in place somehow. There were no huge locks. The straps
just stuck a cirtain way. I never really understood how those things worked.
The woman pulled down the top part of my
shorts to reveal the metallic belt around my waist and tightened it. Something
told me there was no getting this off by myself. I really wish I would have
just used the bucket. My big, round diaper and the shorts together were bigger
then my waist. I stood there in my bulky diaper shorts and my gym shirt when
she grabbed a size small uniform off the hanger and handed them to me. She allowed
me to change myself from that point on.
I slipped my shirt off to expose my plain
white bra and threw the stand-alone gown over my body. It was enough to cover
up my airtight shorts. Regardless, I pulled up my skirt, which almost looked
like a bell dress. It was blue with a white strip along the bottom, falling
down below my knees. There was no hiding the diaper underneath if some pervert
decided to lift my skirt, so it was especially handy how long they were. It was
a lot heavier than my old uniform, and a lot cozier. Though my heart was still
pounding from excitement, all in all, it really wasn’t that bad. It was really
weird though. It felt like wearing a pillow on my tush.
When everyone was done changing and using
the toilet, We exited the room through a different zipper that lead to the same
hallway. It felt great walking around in my new uniform. My diaper rubbed
against my skin as my legs moved around. I loved it. I was actually a little
anxious to show my friends how I looked. There was just one problem though. I
still had to pee. |
Here's forthe minority group who tagged along. Thanks for your support. Enjoy.
Chapter Four.
Anzu Kohakuhere. I just got changed into a, well, and a cute new uniform. I didn't go inthe bucket when I had the chance so I'm stuck in a locked diaper until, well,until they decide to change me I guess. Maybe we just go to get changed when weneed to. I don't know. The lady who change me did give me an envelope to lookat, so I guess I'll just open that and read it.
Dear HohakuShi,
Due to adire state of emergency it will be required that every citizen ofTakahashi will be required to wear the assigned protective gear at all times.The primary, underlying layer of protection will be replaced bya certified professional starting 5:30AM. The professional will also be responsible forsome personal hygiene for ensured medical and personal health until5:45AM. There will be a changing chamber stationed on your property until theemergency situation subsides. Thank you for your cooperation.
State ofTakahashi, Japan.
I don't likethe sound of that. Theprofessional will be responsible for some personal hygiene? What dose that mean, that I can't washmyself anymore either?!
Hiroyoshicaught up to me with his new uniform. It through my mind for a whirlwind ofmixed feeling. His uniform was perfect. The curvature of the cloak around hiswaist, the shine in his new shoes, the bagginess of his slick, black pants, thesimplicity of it all! And underneath it all...
"Hey!You look great in that uniform! It brings out the tender loving creature inyou!" He smiled. My heart wanted to explode out of me. I felt my face burnup, steaming, creating enough smoke to set off the fire alarms, but I couldn'tget my eyes away from his crotch. I couldn't believe this gorgeous hunkhad a diaper down there! A diaper! That word rang in my head as I tried tomaintain eye contact. "These diapers are really weird feeling huh. Whathas this world come..."
"By Hirohi, I mean, Rokou san! I'll see ya around. Sorry I have togo so soon but I'm late for class." I laughed nervously. His shapelyfriend from earlier approached him with her new uniform while Hiroyoshiface-palmed.
"Lessonnumber one in insecure and naive girls, never state the obvious!"
I arrived atmy class door with a tear drop near my eye, but I shook it off. I was cryingWAY too much today. It's been a long day. To my reassuring horror, I was thefirst to enter my class room with a new uniform. Strangely, the girls werecrawling all over me, hugging and cuddling me. "You look so cute in thatAnzu chan!"
"It'seven better then I imagined."
"Areyou really wearing a diaper under all that!?" I had three girls tacklingme over my new uniform. One girl lifted my skirt and peaked shamelessly to findthe bulging, light blue shorts underneath. "She is!! Oh my God!look!"
"Don'tlook up my skirt you perverts!" I did a dramatic uppercut on the three ofthem to get them off. They were lying on the ground rubbing their backs andnoses and other sore areas. "Geez!"
"Areyou really wearing a diaper under that uniform?" A boy asked.
"Shutup Noboru!" Someone said in my defense. "Don't you remember lessonnumber one in insecure and naive girls?"
"Whoare you calling naive and insecure!" I protested. I felt my blood vesselabout to pop in my four head.
“I can’ttell you.” Noboru spouted off. “I’d be stating the obvious.” The girls next tohim smacked him in the back of the head.
“Just ignorehim Anzu.” Marcy told me. “That outfit looks great on you.”
“T-thanks.”
She leanedin closer to me. “So how is it?” Marcy whispered.
I hesitated,not to mention I still had to pee. “I-it feels weird.” I told her. She nodded.“Still, I can’t wait to try it on. It looks so cute!” The shirt was a turtleneck with a white ribbon collar and white ribbon wrists. It was practically adress. It looked kind of big on me but maybe that was just the design. I caughther undressing me with her eyes and covered my crotch.
“Go aheadand have a seat and I’ll finish up the lesson on world war two.” I took my seatwith my legs bent slightly inward. It felt like sitting on a cushy pillow. Itwas so soft and warm I didn’t want to use it just yet. It was irritatingthough, sitting there holding it, again. Why did I have to drink so much thatmorning? It wasn’t just morning though. It drank a lot from the fountainsbetween periods. I’d been real thirsty lately. Just thinking about it made itharder not to think about it.
“You know,if you have to go” The student next to me whispered. “you can just, you know.”Damn it, I couldn’t hide anything no matter how hard I tried. Everyone elseprobably knew too. Everyone would know what I was doing if I suddenly just wentbecause I’d stop squirming.
You’re so obvious it’s embarrassing! I remembered Hiroshi say.
Lesson one on insecure and naïve girls, never state theobvious.
Was I reallythat obvious? If that was the case, I would definitely be obvious if I waitedmuch longer.
“Just go allready! You’re driving me nuts.” Noboru told me. How could I go now?! Everyonewould know for sure! Why oh why didn’t I just go in that stupid bucket!? Whatif I make a noise when I pee?! I decided if I waited much longer I’d definitelymake noise and attract attention. I tried to let out a little, but my sphincterdidn’t listen to me, instead spazing out before it sealed me off. I couldn’teven let go. It was getting bad. I tried pushing it but my parts wouldn’tlisten to me, like they had a mind of their own. I tried relaxing, but thepressure in my bladder drove me nuts. I spread my legs out a bit. It seemed tohelp a little, but still no results. Just when it was about to come out… “Areyou peeing yet?” Noboru inturupted. I immediately pinched it off. “StupidNoboru!” I told him.
“Anzu, payattention!” The substitute teacher demanded. I grieved. Even this teacherblamed me for everything. At the end of the hour, I still couldn’t relieve myself.It felt too weird. I decided to go outside and stand next to the wall where itwas secluded, but there was another girl there in her uniform trying to do thesame thing. We both blushed and I walked off.
The last classof the day for me was art class. It was my favorite class of the day. I always loveddrawing. This is embarrassing, but I mostly just drew naked guys. Sometimes Idrew Hiroyoshi naked. Okay, I drew him naked a lot. I’ve never told anyoneabout it before, but it saves me the trouble of having to delete my history onthe web browser, and I can draw whatever I want. That’s the nice thing aboutbeing able to draw. You can draw your own fantasies. Don’t take me for somekind of pervert because I’m not. I just have hormones.
Class beganand I took my seat. I was one of only five people in there who wore their newuniforms. Three of them were guys. Only one other student was a girl. She wastall and lanky with orange hair that fell to her neck. She was the skater type.Everyone stared at me on my way in. Why was everyone staring at me? I wasn’tthe only one with the new uniform.
“That looksreally cute on you!” The girl next to me chuckled. “I can’t wait to get mine.”
I didn’tunderstand it. What made me so special? Why id everyone compliment me. I sawsomeone taking a picture of me with their cell phone. My head plunked down onthe desk. My urge to pee reminded me again of what I needed to do. I could goon forever about how I should have used that damn bucket, and I would regretthat decision for the rest of my experience. I decided to just hold it untilthe class was over. Hopefully by then my privates would cooperate. I sat inclass trying to concentrate on the lesson. I don’t think I learned much ofanything that day. I did everything in my power just to hold still. The diaperand the shorts hugged my waist tight. I just couldn’t use it. Five minutes wentby and I caught myself shifting uncomfortably. I hoped to dear God nobodynoticed. I tried again to just release.
“You lookawfully uncomfortable there Anzu.” The teacher said.
“Sensei!Lesson number one!” A student told him.
“Sorry!”
“I’m notinsecure.” I protested.
“Then whydon’t you just go already?” Another student said.
“I already peedmy pants.” The tall girl said. Great! within the first five minutes of classeveryone was riding my ass about using the toilet. “I’ll be in the hallway ifanyone needs me.” I said, and I stepped outside.
“You don’thave to step outside if you need to use the toilet. You just go.”
“Just leaveme alone.” The door closed behind me. “Some students will take some time to getuse to this so be patient with them, be supportive, be a friend. Don’t bring itup if they have trouble with their situation. Don’t go around telling everybodyelse how many times you peed in your diapers already or how full it gets. Justkeep it to yourself. If you’ve read your notes already then you know you won’tbe taking those belted shorts off very often. Just remember lesson number onewhen you’re dealing with an Anzu.” The class chuckled. I heard the whole thing,and I stormed off in the hall way to sit somewhere by myself. With the securityof seclusion, I lifted my skirt to take a look at my shorts. They were roundand plush. I felt the fat material on the front and tried again to let go in mypants.
“Anzu?”
“EEP!!” Ithrough my skirt down and shoved my hands between my legs, once again interruptingthe flow of urine. Once again my blood boiled over under my plump, freckledcheeks. It was Marcy. She was coming down the hallway with her new uniform.
“What’swrong Anzu? You look sooooo cute!” She came over and squeezed my thin, flatbody in her big, round breasts.
“Why doeseveryone go all gobbly goopy over me?!”
“Because you’reso cute!” She smiled, like I was her kitten. It didn’t make the pee situationany better for me. I had my legs crossed without realizing it. And worse, I hadmy legs up, leaving my padded shorts open for the world to see.
“Leve myfriend alone!” Kyoko stepped in to my rescue and pried Marcy off of me, accompaniedby Hiroshi.
“It’s okayguys.” Marcy assured them. “I was just saying hi to my new friend.”
“She walkedme down to the bathroom today.” I assured them.
“So how didyou pee your pants?” Hiroshi asked. He had his new uniform on, as well asKyoko.
“Thebathrooms were sealed off by the time we got there.” Marcy replied.
“So why didn’tyou go outside? Did you not make it or something?” Hiroshi asked.
“I didn’tknow you peed your pants today. Why didn’t you text me Anzu?” Kyoko demanded. “Icould have called a friend and covered for you.”
“I-it’sokay.” I told them. The conversation was really starting to get embarrassing. Istarted rocking back and forth in my diaper without realizing it, with my handsin the crotch of my skirt.
“Are youokay?” Kyoko asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Just go ifyou have to.” Marcy insisted.
“I went inmy diaper.” Hiroshi told me.
“I reallydidn’t need to know that Hiroshi.” Kyoko complained, though she knew she had touse hers pretty soon too.
“Do I haveto pee with you again.” Marcy demanded.
“I’m fineguys. Let’s just stop talking about this. I don’t have to go yet okay.”
“Then youdon’t mind if I tickle you do you.” Marcy crept fourth.
“Wait, I,Marcey, don’t!” I pressed my legs together while her fingers started wigglingher fingers around my tender spots. I scrunched up like a raisin in a giggling frenzywhile everyone joined in.
“Not youtoo!” I shrieked in laughter. I spurt uncontrollably in my diaper trying tofend off three people. “Stop, stop, please! It’s killing me!” They let up intime for me to spill plenty of urine into my padding. I instinctively pinchedit off as soon as I got ahold of myself again. “You almost made me pee myself!”I complained.
“Almost?”Kyoko smirked.
“Oh no, ohno! AHHH!” The tackled me again and showed no mercy. I lied on my side,scrunched in a ball with my knees up to my chest trying to guard myself,exposing my padded tush. They attacked every open spot they could dig theirfingers in. A full force torrent of urine ran through my lips and began todrench my diaper underneath. “Stop guys! I’m peeing!” The got up laughingthemselves. By that time, I couldn’t even stem the flow anymore. It justcollected at the crotch of my undergarment. “Guys!” I whined. “You made me wetmyself!”
“Feelbetter?” Marcy smiled.
“Um, I guessit’s not too bad.” The diaper was so absorbent it soaked up every last drop. Mydiaper almost felt dry. It must have been made to go all day. “I still won’tforgive you though!” They laughed and stood me up. “You’re so cute when you’reembarrassed.” Kyoko giggled.
“Kyoko!” Igrumbled. My diaper felt a bit heavier than it was a second ago. “I don’t knowabout you guys but I don’t get changed until morning.”
“Morning? Ihave to wait till lunch time tomorrow.” Hiroshi complained.
“I won’t bechanged until after school.” Kyoko told me.
“I’ll getchanged during lunch hour.” Marcy said. “I think they shower you too.”
“Yeah theydo, just to make sure the mushroom doesn’t stick to you somehow.”
“We can’teven shower ourselves anymore?” Hiroshi protested.
“Think of itthis way. We have our own personal servants.” Kyoko grinned.
“Yeah, Ilike the sound of that!” Hiroshi concurred.
“Way to lookon the bright side.” Marcy continued.
“I don’tcare if they serve me breakfast. I don’t want some stranger to see me naked.” Icomplained. Marcy felt her bowels talking to her. Hiroshi noticed a twinge inhis bladder but decided to wait until later, when he was sitting down in class.Kyoko felt the need to use the toilet and released in her diaper. Her fluidssprawled out inside and climbed up her crotch to her waist and the back side ofher rump. The diaper just absorbed fluids that way and sprawled it out.
“You gotquiet all of a sudden.” Marcy commented. Kyoko shrugged it off and headedtowards class. “See ya guys.” She waved.
“Buy Kyoko.”
“See yalater.” Hiroshi waved. Marcy left as well and I went back to class. When Iwalked in, half the class had their uniforms on. Everyone had a paper out, drawingthe manikin on the teacher’s desk. We were fifteen minutes into class when Isat down on my wet diaper. It was wet, but it wasn’t anywhere near full. I didn’teven want to think about going number two, or Hiroyoshi at the moment. Thingswere going to hell. |
Here it is at last, chapter five. You know, I really like the way this is turning out, in both versions. I wouldn't waist your time with the version under fiction though because I'll have a bit of that in the next series, which will be a sequel to this one. Without further ado, enjoy.
Chapter 5
I was in art class drawing the manikin on our paper. It was in one of my favorite poses, the combat stance. He, or she, had one fist pumped out in a strait punch, and his other fist back behind him and held up. He had his left foot forward and his back arced forward a little. His chest was turned slightly to the side so you could see his pecks, if he had any.I liked to imagine the manikin as a guy, no matter what pose he took. When he had a hand on his hip and his other hand hanging delicately outward, I imagined him as being gay, call me boy crazy. I've never had a boy friend up to that point so I guess that got to my head a little bit sometimes. The only boy I really loved was the one I could never speak to, and at that time, the one I didn't want to speak to. Just the thought of my sweet, dignified Rioyuki Rokou wearing dirty diapers all day was a major turn off for me. I hate it! The whole diaper thing just ruins everything for me! Putting Hiroyoshi in diapers is like throwing a delicious sukiyaki in the toilet. It looks so delicious, but you know in your heart how delicious it will look when it flows into the sewer. I mean, I don't want to eat Hiroyoshi, like in a sexual way or anything if that's what you were thinking. I mean, what do you take me for, some kind of slut? Get your head out of the gutter.Anyway, so I was drawing my manikin in class when I noticed a boy in class looking pretty fidgety. He was two desks up and a desk over. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and a pretty thin body. I figured he was probably just anxious to get out of class, or uncomfortable in the diaper. As the class progressed his antsy pantsy movements increased. He started bobbing his legs up and down. I bet if he could cross his legs, he would, but he couldn't because he was a boy. It was obvious at this point that he had to pee, so why didn't anyone say anything? Why was everyone honing in on me when I had to go? Was I really that obvious? Was I as obvious and adorable as that boy was squirming in his chair?I know how embarrassing it is to have to use diapers for the first time, but he sure was self conscious for a boy. Come to think of it, he didn't have his uniform yet. Oh! I see how it was. He couldn't go until he got his diaper. Come to think of it, His name sounded pretty far down the alphabet. I think it was something like Rioyuki, or Rioyasha, Sauske, not Sauske. Let's see, it was... Rio-Riona-Riofu-Ri-Riyuki, no I'm thinking of Hiroyoshi. Um, OH! I remember. It was Ryosuke. Dang, that is pretty far down the list, no, it was literally at the bottom of the Japanese alphabet.For the time being he was stuck in a rut because those government officials sealed off all the toilets with that stupid plastic. He had to just wait. He'd probably use the bucket as soon as he was called up. He just had to manage until then. Then again, they did provide port-a-potties, unless they took them back all ready. By the end of the class period Ryosuke had his legs pressed tightly against each other, unable to concentrate on anything. As soon as the bell rang for lunch time, he shot up out of his seat to find a bathroom. He went down to the toilets to find a line in front of that plastic tunnel, and to see people coming out with uniforms. Then it occurred to him that the toilets were sealed off. He bobbed frantically in place just anxious to relieve himself. Who knew when they'ed get to the R letter names. All he knew is that they were around the m letter names, which was pretty close to his name so it couldn't be too much longer. However, there were a lot of m letter names in this particular school, and even more y letter names. It could be quite a while before he could get to use the bucket.He went outside to get lunch for himself when he saw the port-a-potties being hauled off. He kicked himself for not thinking to use them earlier. He considered going in the bushes somewhere in the school. That's not a bad idea. He thought. He quickly looked around the school for a bush to pee in. There were plenty of trees in the court yard but that was anything but discreet. He looked in narrow areas and behind the school, and all around, but no bushes. He squirt in his boxers and the small amount of fluid dripped slowly down his right leg. "Shit! I have to find somewhere fast!"I felt my bladder talking to me too. Having gone once, I felt more comfortable using the diaper again, but how much could it hold before I needed to change it? Supposedly the diaper would go all day, but for some reason I didn't have full confidence. I sure didn't want it to leak into my air-tight shorts. Hiroshi and Kyoko was there with me at the usual spot under the tree. We ate in the court yard outside by the fine arts building. I was daring enough to release my urine a second time in my diaper. We usually stood up to eat our food so if worse came to worse the pee would just trickle into my shorts and nothing would really get wet, except my skin of course. I peed very slowly and carefully to see how much it would hold. I let out one spurt at a time as I gave my diaper time to absorb it. The padding of the diaper went all the way up to the waist band in the back and front, leaving only an inch and a half of waist strap that almost reached my belly button. Pretty much everything else was padding. I thought if I lied down My diaper would most likely hold a lot more urine, or if I laid on my front, but that would be an experiment for when I got home. Chances are, because of the shorts, the pee would climb up the front and back of my diaper long before it leaked into the shorts. Come to think of it, the diaper did feel pretty darn tight around the legs and hips. It was probably made to allow pee to build up within the diaper itself. I couldn't believe how quickly I got used to wearing diapers. I decided to let my pee flow full force. So far so good. It didn't leak or anything. I certainly felt it climb up around my waist. I literally felt my diaper filling up like a cup. It felt more like a fish bowel filling up than an absorbent garment. It was very warm and wet."You're awfully quiet all of a sudden." Kyoko didn't hold back."Yeah Anzu, what's up?" Hiroshi added."N-nothing." I pinched off the flow. My diaper felt a lot warmer and heavier now. I felt the urine absorb into the padding within seconds after I stopped."Did you pee yourself again?" Hiroshi teased."As if you haven't gone yet!" I protested. "Why dose everyone pick on me?! We're all on the same boat here!""It's more fun when you do it! You're so self conscious." Hiroshi ruffled my hair.
"Shut up Hiroshi!"
"You're just so cute when your embarrassed." Kyoko pinched my cheek.
"Stop that! You're as bad as my grandma!"
"Hey Anzu! Check out that dude over there!" Hiroshi pointed to a male student in his old school uniform with his legs crossed and his hands grabbing his crotch. He was so cute standing there doing the pee pee dance. I saw his cheeks turn a little red when he flinched. He stamped his feet on the ground and groaned uncontrollably. "He's really on edge and he doesn't even have his uniform yet!" Hiroshi continueded. "If you think you feel bad, your not the first one to wet yourself today. Those ass wholes blocked off more toilets today then they substituted with port-a-potties. Have you seen those lines? It's as bad as the line-up for the fricken bathrooms at Disney land." We watched the boy struggle by himself in a discrete area just waiting for his name to be called. Riona-Riako-Ri-Riosuke! Yeah, that's what it was, Riosuke. I keep forgetting. "Moto Katana, Yaci Kiyoshi, Yua Kosuke, Yui Maemi, Report to c-126, Moto Katana, Yaci Kiyoshi, Yua Kosuke, Yui Maemi, Report to c-126" The intercom announced.Shit, they barely started the Y letter names! Riosuke thought to himself."Well guys, what do ya say we help the poor guy out?" Hiroshi suggested with his usual confidence."What can we do?" I asked."We could help take his mind off of it or encourage him or something.""I guess." Kyoko decided."Sure, why not." I agreed. We went over to say hi to him while he was hunched over with his hands in his crotch. "G-get out of here!" He demanded."Chill man, we're here for ya!""Just get lost!""Just relax man. We were sitting over there when we noticed you having some problems so I thought we'd just talk and help you get your mind off of it.""Fuck off!""Hiroshi, he really doesn't want to talk." Kyoko whispered in Hiroshi's ear. The boy's breath quivered. The pressure in his bladder began to slowly pry away his grip until he spurt in his pants. There was a small wet spot on the front, unnoticeable amongst black material but wet just the same. His cheeks burned bright red. "Holly shit guys, I'm going to pee myself in a second!""It's okay! You can make it." I tried with a soft voice. He was just so cuuute!"Shut up!" He barked at me."Well you're name should be called up any second now. There getting towards the bottom of the list." Hiroshi reassured him. I watched the whole show, I mean predicament. I couldn't get over how adorable he was. He was average size and build with his dark hair and dark eyes. He would have been so much cuter with freckles, unlike me, who looks ugly with my fat, cheeky freckles. "What's your name anyway?" Hiroshi asked."Riosuke." He replied grimly."See man, you're almost there!" He felt two longer, spazmic spurts escape his grip and make a warm, wet, soggy spot now as big as his palm, with a small wet streak down his pants. Again, you couldn't tell by looking at him, unless the sunlight hit him from the right angle. "Shit, I can't do it! I just can't hold it!" Another slurp of urine licked his legs. "I'm seriously wetting myself as we speak!" His face burned. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.Kyoko unzipped her backpack and dropped it on the ground, pulling out a water bottle. She dumped the liter of water and tried to hand it to Riosuke. "Here, use this!""Gross!" He whined."It's either the bottle or your trunks kid." Kyoko sighed."I can't even move my hands!" Riosuke had his fist around his junk to literally pinch off the flow directly. It stung but it was the only way to keep from getting any wetter. His breath quivered loudly as he shivered with pane in his bladder and strain in his sphincter. Hiroshi briefly unbuttoned and unzipped his pant for him."W-what the hell!?" The boy blinked. It seamed that he lost his grip as now a slow, steady yet wavering stream picked up in his trousers, making his pants shimmer along the legs. He felt the warm, wet fluid dampening his pants and tried to hold it back. He could only resist it, but it had won the battle. Seeing this, Hiroshi made a swift movement to yank his pants down, snatch the bottle from Kyoko, and plant it at the head of his penis, all within the blink of an eye. No one even saw what he did it happened so fast, but the next thing Riosuke witnessed was his penis in brad view releasing a torrent of urine full force into the bottle, striking the edge of the bottle to create a horrendous sound. Riosuke felt personally disgusted with himself. Kyoko and Hiroshi didn't make a scene out of it. I for one felt my nipples hardening. I couldn't believe what I was seeing."I can't believe this is happening to me!" Riosuke grieved."Awe pipe down!" Hiroshi said. "I've peed in bottles lots of times. It's no big deal." The bottle soon ran out of room and Riosuke wasn't able to stem the flow. "Holly shit, I can't stop!"Hiroshi gripped his penis in one fist and snatched the pee bottle from him with the other, chugging it down within seconds before planting it right back under Riusuke's junk. He unhanded his penis to release the torrent into the emptied bottle and wiped off his mouth with his sleeve. "You need more iron in your body." He told him. Our eyes popped wide open, our pupils dilated, and our jaws dropped."Okay!" Kyoko mustered. "That was the weirdest shit I ever saw in my life.""What-the-fuck!!" The boy said as he continued peeing uncontrollably in the emptied bottle."When you've been stranded out at sea for as long as I have, you man up and do what you have to do, even if you sweat off your own pee under the hot sun." He smiled with a twinkle in his tooth.I knew Hiroshi was insane, but I never thought in a million years that he'd do something like that!"Hiroshi!" I said. "You're insane!""But it worked. A helicopter came and saved me from the ship wreck, and me and my dad were the only survivors. Everyone else, dead in the water." Riosuke was able to regain control after the second liter. "Okay, that's good for now. Thanks man.""No problem." Hiroshi chugged that helping down too and gave him his pee bottle. "You need greens too." he retorted."Stop that!" He barked. "Freak!""You're welcome." He noticed his own small urgency hit him and let his pee soak into his diaper. I finished where I started as well. Riosuke decided to take Hiroshi's advice and finish off that last liter. He equipped his junk, pressed it into the bottle, and let it stream into the bottle one more time."Riosuke Aoki, report to c133!" The intercom requested as soon as he finished. |
At long last, Chapter 6. This one is my personal best up to this point so enjoy.
Chapter 6
That was the longest day of school I have ever had in my life, but it was finally over. I wet myself twice up to this point, with the diaper on of coarse, on top of wetting myself in the hallway and soiling myself in front of the toilet, in front of another girl! It was hard to believe but my bowels were acting up again. I think I have to look out for my diet a bit more, especially since I would be wearing diapers twenty four hours at a time. I mean, that can't be good for you, just sitting in there.I headed towards my bike to head home. Feeling a small twinge in my bladder hit me, I held it in until I got to the bike rack. I couldn't pee while I was walking and if I stopped to pee, it would look really weird. I couldn't wait to get changed and showered tomorrow. It would feel so good to finally be dry and clean. Did I mention that I rode my bike to school? Anyway, when I got to the bike rack, I obeyed my whining bladder and let it empty itself into the padding. I wondered how much pee it could really hold. We were told that they tested it to last for two days. I can't imagine wearing a wet diaper for two days in a row.Students came down to the bike rack unlocking their bikes and I was standing there like a dope, a sitting duck. It would be so nice to ride my bike with a longer skirt, so I thought.To my horror I saw my friend Hiroshi walking down the path. I unlocked my bike and mounted it carefully so my long skirt didn't fall one way or the other. My diaper pressed against the small seat. I didn't feel as much of a breeze between my legs as I used to when peddled out of the bike rack. I used to wear just underwear, and the skirt used to be much shorter, you know, in the old days. The front of my skirt flew up from the wind resistance, flashing the whole world with a clear view of my belly button and everything under it. I promptly shoved it back down with one hand while my face lit on fire from embarrassment. This was going to be a miserable ride home, if I even made it off the campus alive."See ya Anzu!" Hiroshi waved to me."By Hiroshi!"As I reached my comfortable speed, I heard a weird kind of drag that drastically slowed me down, until my skirt got caught in the gears. The gears yanked my skirt right down, flashing the back of my padded shorts to Hiroshi, and then my wipe out happened in stages. First my bike got jammed and came to a complete stop, throwing me over the handle bars. Next, with my skirt still stuck between my waist and the back chains, my bike completely flipped over on top of me and I fell out of my skirt. I landed flat on the road with my hands out in front of me. It skinned my forearms and knocked the wind out of me. I was on the ground with my bike on top of me. Only the front wheal spun on. My arms were covered in blood, dirt, rocks, and blood blisters. I was lying on my side with my leg twisted out of it's socket from getting stuck in the skirt. My skirt was completely down around my legs still stuck to the chains and my padded butt stuck out to the world.There were at least twenty students within range who could see me, including Hiroyoshi, to my hearts greatest dread. He had his hand over his mouth laughing in shock. I felt my stomach churn. My thick, puffy pants were in plain view. My whole body shuddered with shock and humiliation as I heard some students in the crowd falling over laughing and others gasping, and some turning their heads away at the sight. Hiroshi rushed over to help me. I couldn't face him. I wanted someone to shoot me."Anzu! are you okay?!" He knelt down. I couln't stop whimpering. My leg was in horrible pain and I couldn't move to get comfortable."My leg!" I cried. My eyes were beat red and throbbing with tears of pain. "Itai! ITAI!" I groaned through my teeth, meaning "It hurts! It HURTS!" I never usually narrate in my foreign language, but that was a day I'd never forget, and I'll never forget that painful experience to this day, but it was also a moving experience for me.Hiroshi looked at my leg. My knee bone poked out through my skin and my leg was bent awkwardly. "All right, hold still!" He told me. The next thing I knew he was torquing my leg like crazy. I let out a deep, sharp gasp as I felt a brief shot of excruciating pain, followed by a sudden flood of instant relief and relaxation in my dislocated knee as it snapped audibly in place. "There! That's better!" He chirped with his bright, ecstatic smile. You could see his missing tooth whenever he talked. He flipped his orange, messy hair away from his glistening red eyes and slowly helped me up. "That was a sick wipe out dude!" He praised as he stood me up on my feet. My shirt fell over the diapered shorts enough to pass off as a gown while Hiroshi worked my chains to get my skirt back. I leaned on him for support since my leg still ached. The skirt was covered in thick streaks of black oil from the bike and it was a bit tattered, but he slid it up over my fluffy tush and stood my bike up.My body was shaken and I could barely stand, let alone walk."You think you can walk down to my place? I can fix up your bike there." He offered."I, um!" I hesitated. If I so much as lifted my right leg I'd fall over. I put all my weight on one foot and balanced myself off of Hiroshi's shoulder. Suddenly he hoisted me off my feet and cradled me in one arm. He carried both our back packs on his shoulder and my bike in his other arm, as if it couldn't just be dragged home. "I'll carry ya!" He said effortlessly. I couldn't believe how lean he was. He surprised me every day.I had my slim arms around his shoulders to keep from falling off of him. The tension in his neck was unheard of. With me on one side and two rock-hard backpacks on the other it was no wonder, and he carried my bike home, I mean, to his house. It was a small, humble home with roughed up edges here and there. My bowels twinged a bit more as he carried me to his front door. Amazingly, he was able to pull his keys out with the bike in his arm and unlock the door. He carried me inside and laid me on his couch. "Hi Mom! Hi Dad!" Hiroshi greeted. His folks were in some other room in the small house when they came out to say hello."What did I say about picking up hookers!" His father mused."Her bike broke down." Hiroshi told him."You gatta dope e'm first!" The old man laughed in his rustic voice."Akido!" His mom stood behind him with a rolling pin in her hand ready to hit him."I'm just saying, if your going to pick them up you atta..." She thumped the rolling pin over his head. Hiroshi had a fun, colorful family. I always enjoyed coming over to his house."I through my leg out and he put it back in place and carried me and my stuff all the way here. I fell off my bike before I even left the campus.""How the hell do you dislocate your leg from falling off your bike?!" Hiroshi's father Akido asked. "It's because you have no bones or meat!" He finished. "Look at this. What is this, some, skin and a little cartilage?" He dangled my skimpy arms with his thick, callused, oil stained fingers as I giggled."Oh stop Akido!" His mother rolled her eyes at him. She was chubby and jolly with red eyes and hair. It was obvious where Hiroshi got his looks. His orange hair came from a blend of his fathers blonde hair and his mothers red hair. Why his eyes didn't go purple like mine, I didn't know. His father's eyes were crystal blue."I'll be in the garage if anybody needs me." Hiroshi said as he headed out front."You want a snack?" The mother offered."Watch out for Arine's cooking!" Akido retorted."Akido!" She glared at him as he laughed."She's a good cook." Akido assured me."Thank you." I bowed. I wondered if I should wait till tomorrow to go number two and just hold it until then, or just go right now so I don't raise any suspicion again?I had to use the toilet, for number two, but I didn't want to go in there house. Fortunately they arranged for me to get a ride after Arine cooked me something. She always insisted on cooking me something whenever I was over here. She gave me the phone to call home and let mom know I was here with them. I told them the bike story, well, maybe not the whole story."Goodness! Are you okay sweetie?" My mom worried."I'm fine Mom, really. Hiroshi and his family is taking good care of me!""Oh I don't doubt that! They're wonderful people! You'd better thank those people before you leave.""I will Mom!" I tried not to huff. Mom always got on my case about manners, as if I don't know better."Well okay. Can I get Harue san on the phone?""Sure." I handed the phone to Akido."Don't you worry you're pretty little face!" He assured my Mom. Arine shot him a look. "You're daughter here is a perfect angel, and she's a pleasure to have around!""Well I'm glad. I'll pick her up for dinner.""Nah don't worry about it. Well take her home. After all, we do have a pick-up truck for her bike." My stomach started to hurt. Some times I forget why we even wear diapers. Every time I think about it, I think about the genetically engineered mushroom that was supposed to turn human poop into meat, but it infected people and animals. It infected the live stock and it was now infecting the world. It's all because some idiot wanted to eat poop and call it food. I'd gone all day with a diaper on and I almost forgot what that was all about. That stupid mushroom cultivates within us and now we have to wear air tight diapers because of it. For all I know, I could be infected with it right now, right before I had my first air tight diaper put on. I guess I'll know when I start to pass hamburgers into my diaper."Anzu, are you all right?" His mother Arine asked."Uh, yeah." She gave me a look of minor concern."What's on your mind?""It's just this whole thing. I can't seem to get over it." I whispered. "Now everyone I know and love is throwing away there dignity and I can't stand it!"She nodded. "Yeah. People have really made a mess of things haven't they? Who would have thought such a harmless experiment could have lead to such turmoil? Live and learn huh?""Yeah, and now we're back in diapers because of it.""The Russians aren't wearing diapers, nor are the Americans or the Africans. They're just spraying the hell out of everything. Only in Japan would someone think to try to contain an infection by sealing it off and throwing it in the trash. Honestly, they'd have more problems trying to contain the fungus in the trash then in the toilet. I mean, do you know where trash even goes? And how dose it get there? Have you ever wondered how the government actually handles the fungus?"I'll tell ya, if there's anyone who could get you thinking it was Hiroshi's mom. How does the government handle the fungus? Even if they stopped it from spreading in cities and towns, how exactly were they going to put it to extinction when there's so many hiding places for them, like in other countries where thy don't try to put it to extinction? Speak of the devil, the news was on there tv. It was a news cast about the genius behind it all, the inventer of the mushroom himself, Mitsuyuki Ikeda."If I had the slightest clue it would come to this I wouldn't have even touched the stuff." Ikeda said on the news interview. "It doesn't even make sense. It's just a tropical mushroom. It shouldn't have had such a drastic effect on people. We get athletes foot all the time and nobody ever dies from it! I honestly don't understand it!" The news turned over to a biologist of the Yakamoto University of Japan."Bringing a tropical plant into a non tropical environment always leads to disaster, if that tropical plant survives the foreign conditions, because tropical plants evolve in a highly competitive ecosystem. Ikeda used a tropical plant known as the red-thorned gold mushroom. If you take a highly competitive plant from a highly competitive neighborhood, that plant becomes a bully to the calmer plants in the cooler weather, and spreads drastically. It's not the first time a tropical plant was brought into non tropical areas. Not only dose the mushroom emit spores and cultivate on diverse land, it has devastating effects on the anal area of the human body when it develops in the mold stage. As id cultivates in the human digestive track, it cultivates along the side of the large intestines and feeds off of human tissue. Symptoms of infection include cramps, excessive bleeding from the anus, and nausea. Further stages of the infection include diarrhea shaking of the body, high fevers, hallucinations, aggression, and a long list of other symptoms. This is due to a toxin from the red-thorned gold mushroom getting into the blood stream." I watched in horror seeing the footage of what victims looked like. They're faces were pale white. They looked horribly sick."Japanese officials are taking action to revoke Mitsuyuki Ikeda of his license and charge him drastically." I turned the tv off right there. I couldn't stand to watch any more news. I got up slowly to go outside and check up on Hrioshi. I limped outside with my sore knee and carefully sat down on the ground with my leg sticking out. I couldn't bend it properly without it hurting.Hiroshi was covered in oil stains and surrounded by tools, and his tool box. He wore his sleeveless, white shirt and baggy jeans. I didn't know he changed out of his uniform. "Hi Hrioshi.""Whats up." He perked."I just came out to watch.""That's cool with me." My bike was up-side-down, resting on the seat and the handle bars. There were nuts, bolts and parts all over the place. He even took my handle bars off for lord knows what reason. I saw his bulking arms torquing on bolts and parts as I watched him work up a sweat. He spun my back wheels around to hear it ticking, for mechanical purposes I suppose."How badly did I bust this thing?" I asked."Ah well, you didn't exactly bust it in one wipe out. You've been wearing this thing down for a long time it looks like. Do you ever have problems with your bike stopping or slowing down all of a sudden?""Yeah. How did you know that?""Your breaks keep getting stuck under the wheel, so I just adjusted it to be a little closer to the tire. I'll just be oiling the cables for you while I'm at it so your breaks and gear shift will work more smoothly." He spun the back wheel manually and let it tick. I watched him work his magic. How could he be so awesome? "So you can fix bones and bikes. Who knew?""Ha! True." He replied."Where do you learn all this stuff?""My dad taught me everything I know. He taught me to use all kinds of guns, he taught me to fix bikes, fix bones, survive. He's basically making a solder out of me. My dad was in the military for a short time, then he wanted to be a mechanic. So he's your classic handy man. He fixes everything. He used to take me camping a lot too, so I learned a lot about starting a fire with plain old sticks and hunting. He even taught me to hunt with a bow. Then he taught me how to make a bow out of stuff we found in the forest. One day he took me out in the middle of the woods for a week to teach me how to survive out right.""That's amazing." I said."So if there was ever a zombie apocalypse I could fight them off, run in the forest and live happily ever after off of squirrels." I giggled. My bowels sent another surge of pain in my spine. The pressure built up in my bowels. I decided it was time to just let go."Anzu, the stir fry's ready!" Arine called. Drat! I tried to get myself up to eat with them. Hiroshi helped me up and carried me over to the dinner table."I can walk." I told him."Nah, you better just take care of that leg of yours."Food was the last thing I needed right now. I saw Hiroshi's missing tooth when he opened his mouth to take a bite and wondered. How does he chew?"Hiroshi." I asked. "What happened to your tooth anyway?""I didn't tell you that story!?" His red eyes beamed up at me. "Well shoot. How could I not have told you the bear story!""The bear story? What happened?""I tamed a wild bear with my two bare hands!" He smirked. My eyes just about popped out of my head."You tamed a wild bear!?""He's messing with ya!" Akido said. Of coarse he was! How could I be so stupid? He was pretty tough all right but who on earth could fight off a bear!?"Yeah I lied." He affirmed. "It was a dragon." I laughed. Hiroshi was nuts."All right, now tell her the real story!" Arine laughed inwardly."I fell out of a tree when I was real little. I landed face first on a pick-nick table.""Jeez!""It knocked out my tooth and cut my lip. I had to get stitches.""That sounds like it hurt.""Nah. I didn't feel it. I just got up and walked it off.""That's not true Hiroshi!" Arine exclaimed."You were screeching like a chimpanzee when we found you're four year old body bleeding under the table.""That's awful!" I felt my heart just scrunch up for this boy."I don't remember that!" He said."You wouldn't have remembered something like that. The brain puts those kinds of memories in the back of your mind." How old was he when he had to drink his own urine to survive!? "Anything else I should know?" I asked."Well, I don't get along well with bronies, I have an IQ of about a hundred and ten or twenty or something, I'm blood type O positive and I hate my math teacher.""Thanks." I smirked. I did my best to hold still while I ate. The pressure in my bowels was building up as we spoke. I felt myself begin to sweat."You okay Anzu?" Hiroshi asked again."Y-yeah." I subconsciously pressed my legs together, and my buns."You look real tense.""I-I'm okay. Really.""Did I over cook it?" Arine asked."No, it's delicious! Thank you!" People were getting more and more suspicious by the minute. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep up this act. I grew more and more nervous by the minute until I started shifting in my seat, as if to get comfortable."Just go in your diaper all ready girl!" Akido blurted out. Hiroshi started laughing in his throat."Akido!" Arine scolded. "Lesson number one Akido! Lesson number one!""Not you too!" I protested. "Hiroshi, you didn't teach them that did you?""Don't look at me!" He smirked. He was obviously lying."Some friend you are!" I pouted. He just laughed. "You're so mean!" With my bowels nagging more then ever, I gave in. "Pleas excuse me." I got up and limped to find somewhere private to take care of my business."She's so shy, the poor dear!" Arine whispered. I went in his back yard to be horrifically reminded of the current state of things. There was a large, plastic, fold up chamber attached to a long tube that stretched out over everyone else's back yards, connected to everyone else's weird, plastic chamber thing they suddenly had in their back yards. I looked up in the sky and noticed a giant blimp connected to a large tube that connected it to the ground. I found out later they were pumping clean air from the sky into those showers and changing chambers. It was amazing how much money the government was spending on measures that probably wouldn't even work. I went back inside to eat my food.I hesitated with my heavy bowels waiting patiently for me. I sat in my chair at the dinner table as my padded diaper maned it's station. I felt my legs quivering at what I was about to do. I just wasn't ready for it, even though I really, really, REALLY needed it. Another sharp pain rose up my spine. I bent over and gripped my stomach, then I sat right back up! I tapped my feet in place nervously."Are you all right there?" Hiroshi asked. Oh great. I was all ready raising suspicion!"Y-yeah. I'm okay." I just let it go. This wouldn't be the first time I pooped myself today, but the first time in my life I ever pooped my pants on purpose, and at the dinner table of all places. I felt that rancid tooth past slithering through, building up behind me and groping me. It felt warm and sticky. The back of my diaper bulked outward and started to sag more than ever. Nothing was visible under my skirt. A chill rand down my spine as I loaded my diaper with that horrible mud. It was so nasty I wanted to cry! I didn't even want to know how many snakes there were in my bowels. I wasn't hungry anymore. I just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. I forced the load through one snake at a time as they all morphed with the pie in my pants. The bulk in my diaper became very noticeable if I lifted my skirt. I felt my freckled face heat up. When I finally finished soiling myself, again, I tried to resume eating. My knee still felt sore from earlier and my arms were now scabby. I figured I might as well pee too while I was at it. I let a small stream pick up. It lasted for about five seconds and trickled to a stop. My diaper was officially full. I had actually filled my diaper, and I still had like, twelve hours to go. I didn't think a diaper could get more full then this, but I would soon find, it could get much more full.The family loaded my bike into the back of there truck and Hiroshi carried me into the passenger seat."Um, Hiroshi. Thank you." I bowed. "For everything.""Hey, don't mention it. What are friends for?" He gave me a thumbs up."I can think of three things they're not good for." I retorted."You're welcome!" He smiled. "See ya later.""By Hiroshi." That was that, and Akido drove me off. Talk about a long day. I couldn't wait to get home and just collapse on my bed. I only wish I could get changed though. Akido carried me to the front door and set me down on my good leg, letting me lean on his side. He rang the door bell and Mom came to the door."Hi Anzu!" She cheered and gave me a big hug. She was an exact copy of me, or, me of her anyway. She had short, slick, purple hair, freckles on her puffy cheeks, the whole package. She had t-cup breasts and an extremely thin body. She was short and very shapely. Her cheeks glowed with cheer. "Thanks for taking my precious daughter home Harue san.""Mom! You're embarrassing me again!""It's my pleasure Kohaku san! You have a good night." We had Korokke for dinner tonight, one of my favorites. Unfortunately, I wasn't in the mood for anything right now. I had to sit in the mess I made all night. I had to sleep in my own toilet."So what happened at school today?" My mother asked."Oh, uh. I just, fell off my bike.""How did that happen?""Well, the new uniform got stuck in the gears and, well." I lifted my skirt above the table so she could see the stained, shredded portion of it that got caught in the chains."Uh oh! We'll have to buy you another one ASAP! So did you hurt you're leg too?""Y-yeah.""I thought I saw you limping in here. Did you hurt your leg too?""Yeah. But, Hiroshi fixed it for me.""Fixed what, your leg? Was it broken?""Well no, but I dislocated it.""How did you do that?" I didn't want to tell her the embarrassing part of my story when I had to take my skirt off to get it free. "The bike landed on top of me." I told her."Jeez! Were you going full speed or what?""Yeah. Hiroshi had to carry me to his house so he could fix my bike.""He carried you all the way to his house and fixed your bike for you? Did he have to carry your bike too.""And my back pack.""So he was carrying two back packs, a bike, and a girl!""He's really very strong. He carried me with one arm without even trying.""Wow! He must really like you!""W-we're just good friends.""Careful now! You might break his heart.""It's fine Mom. He knows I like Hiroyoshi." I wish I would have shut my stupid mouth! My mother wens so gaga over the idea of me having a boy friend."You have a crush!?" Here it comes, the ultimate bomb of hugs and kisses. "Oh! Who's the lucky man?" She purred."N-no one!" I lied."Oh common Anzu! I remember when I fell in love for the first time. It was a cute boy who use to play the piano. I was a sucker- for boys who played the piano. I was just about your age when I asked him out. I was afraid he'd reject me. Surprisingly, he was happy that I asked him, because all the other girls thought the same exact thing." The muck smeared around in my diaper while I tried to shift to get comfortable. I couldn't get comfortable. It was so gross. "They all thought that he was WAY out of there liege, and none of them ever asked them out! He was actually pretty lonely for a time. He didn't have any friends because they were shy around him. I was shy around him. He was amazing at the piano. He made you wet yourself just to be near him when he played." That's one thing I loved about Hiroyoshi. He played the piano like no bodies business. His fingers would run so gracefully, so effortlessly across the keys, as if it were second nature to him. When he played, his face changed. He would go into a zone. I would see his face change based on the mood of the melody. I could see the reflection of the piano keys in his eyes.
I remembered that day I walked through the school hallway in the fine arts department. It happened to be connected to the cafeteria. I heard a faint sound of music coming from the hall way. I followed the sound, getting lost in the school. It was my first year. As I heard the music getting closer and closer, a approached a door. I opened it very carefully to see who was inside, playing. It was a boy, sitting at the bench. I snuck in and left the door cracked. He didn't seem to notice me. His eyes centered on his hands as they glided over the keys. His fingers hardly moved and somehow they made music come off of that box. I listened intently. It was so beautiful. I stood behind him watching. His eyes seemed somehow off center, like he wasn't even looking at the keys. It seemed as if he merely felt the music flow through his arms. It was a breath taking sight and I got to see it in person.
When he finished playing, I just had to say something. I didn't know what to say, so I stuttered. It startled him as he suddenly sprang up from a strange sleep.
"How long have you been there?" He asked.
"U-um! J-just long enough. I just heard some one playing and I- came in here to see who it was." He nodded. "You're really amazing!" I told him.
"Thanks." He replied.
"Have you considered joining the talent show?"
"You can do that?"
"Are you kidding? They'd want you to. With your music, you could knock everyone dead!"
"I don't know. I'm too nervous."
"Nervous of what, that hundreds of people will be watching you?"
"Try thousands."
"But you won't even notice them! You didn't even notice me walk by you!"
"You walked right by me?" The conversation continued from there. He took my advice later that year and joined the talent show. Ever since then, the girls were all over him, all the popular girls, and the popular boys. He became the most popular boy in school. Every girl wanted him, but they were afraid they were out of his liege. So was I. I didn't even know how to talk to him anymore. What could I possibly say? Ever since then, I'd been in love with him. I couldn't keep my eyes off him, but I couldn't get near him. I was too nervous around him, especially since he attracted a lot of attention.
I went to bed that night thinking. I had forgotten about the poop in my diaper by now, and I thought about asking him out. What would I say? What would he think? |
This is quite literally a shot in the dark. Quite frankly, I have no idea what I am doing here except that I have a wetting story that I think other people might like. I have tried to keep the language in this piece to be of a reasonably friendly nature (ironic, right?), but this is my preference.
This also happens to be part one. I have, stored within the depths of my computer, some uncounted but numerous collection of sequels. If anyone wants to read them, I will be posting them upon request, one at a time. Also, if I should shut up and leave the site now, feel free to inform me so that I'm not hanging around where I'm not wanted. I promise you won't hurt my feelings—like I said, this is a shot in the dark. However, both characters are embodiments of myself (it helped when I was establishing their relationship). Please criticize me and not them if you see error in their actions.
Other lurkers, or even members, may note that this has a very similar plot line to a much older piece in the depths of the archives. That piece was my inspiration; I am not trying to copy it, and the plot line deviates from it in part 2 onward. And now, without further ado:
It really, really sucks to have a hot teacher. Of course, he's not hot to everyone—just me.
I'm the same age as the high school seniors I have classes with, but I'm old at heart and have never really seen eye to eye with them. I don't like them—silly juveniles, and they get on my nerves. It really sucks to be mentally forty when your body is convinced it's seventeen.
Either way, that explains how I wound up sitting next to Alec Conway. An English teacher in his early thirties, Mr. Conway was one of the chaperones for the annual senior field trip to New York. Ordinarily, of course, I would have been sitting alone—I have big feet that take up all of my space with no room to move, and hate the obligation to have to touch my peers. It was single-sex seats, but for me—always the odd one out and known for my maturity, I was trusted with a teacher.
Back to Alec. He's tall; taller than my five foot nine, several inches over six feet. He's got these laugh lines just starting to show around his October blue eyes constantly framed in wire-rimmed glasses, and the slightest touch of silver in his dark brown hair, which is always neatly ponytailed, leaving me unsure exactly how long it is. The man is always immaculate, and I have never seen him lost for words.
I'm very different. I hate my peers and am rarely thought of by them anymore, our mutual dislike having been established over a decade ago. I am always the unacknowledged teacher's pet. My brown hair is always ponytailed like Alec's, and falls well past my shoulders when loose. I never wear makeup, and I rarely wear bras, due to a complete lack of any physical reason to.
The basic point to such long-winded introductions being that I and Alec Conway, the two main characters here, are a little off the beaten path.
It's ten hours to New York from school, less stops. I came prepared—I had my sewing bag, and was busily embroidering grape vines on a table runner for my aunt. I was plugged in to my iPod, listening to the usual—acoustic guitars and vocal harmony with no beat by folk bands that no one has ever heard of, save one cranky old science teacher a few years back. Alec was in the aisle seat, and I was desperately trying to pretend that I wasn't watching him intently.
The first rest stop was two hours in. I had already polished off my twenty-ounce cherry Kool•Aid, and wandered off to refill it. I, like the rest of my family, was blessed with the talent of needing a bathroom infinitely less than other people—on an average day, about once every twelve hours—and so did not bother to use the facilities.
Needless to say, I was the first back. Alec and one other chaperone were the only people on the bus. He stood up to let me into my seat, which I dramatically flopped into before reinstalling my music and needlework.
I felt a brush and looked up. Alec had stepped into the seat to let the other teacher past, and was now looking at me with the strangest expression.
Very slowly, I pulled out my earbuds, still staring through the glasses and into the clear blue eyes.
"Why don't you date?" he asked softly.
I raised my eyebrows at him.
"If you want to go there, why aren't you married?" I countered.
"Never spoke up to the right woman," he sighed, sitting down carefully.
"You've met her? The one?"
"Why is this about me? I asked you first."
"There's this guy."
His eyes closed for a hair's breadth longer than a blink—just enough to hide any change in emotion. I carried on, regardless.
"There's this guy who's totally enchanting to me. He's handsome, he's smart, but—"
"—But he has a girlfriend," Alec interrupted.
I shook my head.
"He's single. It's just wrong for either of us to make a move."
I realized too late the "us" I could have been referring to. Alec, though, did not seem to realize the double implication, though he made no comment.
After nearly a full minute of silence and the return of several students, I slipped my earbuds back in. Then I took one out and offered it to Alec. He took it.
I looked at him again as we pulled out. His lips were moving to the song—he knew the words.
Swoon.
I woke up from my catnap to the bus sitting at a standstill. The playlist had ended, and Alec had thoughtfully put away my headphones and needle.
"Where are we?" I asked sleepily.
"About twenty miles past our third stop," Alec informed me.
I stretched as best a long-limbed being can do in the minuscule excuses for personal space busses provide. I was still stiff—and suddenly reminded of why I was now awake rather than sleeping like every other student on this bus. I had to pee.
Damn.
Alec twitched again in his seat. That was the third time in three minutes. I looked sideways again—his hand was inching its way towards his crotch.
My ever-immaculate teacher was in my same predicament.
"We will be stopping for our fourth rest stop at Mile 105," the bus driver announced over the intercom.
It had been half an hour. Alec and I were both shifting a fair bit now. A glance out the window showed us at mile marker 99—in standstill traffic.
I took another swig of my Kool•Aid and winced.
"I have to pee," I whispered to Alec.
"Me too," he admitted stiffly.
Always a little shortchanged as far as social skills, our earlier conversation came back to me at that moment. I had, of course, been referring to him—had there been some misinterpretation? Who had he been referring to?
"Six miles," I offered helpfully.
He looked around. Most of the students around us were asleep; and those that weren't were distracted by each other and their cell phones.
Alec grabbed himself. I blushed, and turned to stare out the window.
It took half an hour to reach Mile 104. Half an hour of tense silence, discrete grabbings, and not-so-discrete grabbings. Well—I'm not so sure about the rest of the bus, but in my seat, at least, it was tense.
And yet there was this sort of teamwork. Like Alec and I were silently egging each other on—hold it. Encouraging the wait we were both suffering.
Alec was hissing a steady stream of curses in Klingon by the time mile marker 105 was in view, ten cars ahead.
I was in a bad way. I had finished my Kool•Aid on pure stress, and was squirming madly in my seat. I know I kept bumping Alec—heck, he kept bumping me. But I had hope that we would make it.
We pulled into the rest stop parking lot. Alec bent in his seat—he couldn't move for a spasm. Students filled the aisles, and we were trapped.
I knew that there were fifty girls in line ahead of me, and had resolved to head for the woods behind the small building…and at long last, Alec stood up. I had a very clear profile of his very stiff manhood, which had been hidden while he was sitting. He blushed when he noticed I had seen, and began to hobble off.
Now began my problem. I hadn't spurted yet, but I was on the brink. Very carefully, I stood, and managed to hobble off the bus.
I was barely aware of my surroundings. I had to pee, and the trees may as well have been people for all the craps I gave. I had spurted once going down the bus steps, and my briefs were damp.
I felt it coming. I yanked down the soft pants I had worn for the bus ride and collapsed against a tree, only to begin peeing forcefully.
Some minute later, I became aware that the patter of liquid hitting dry leaves was not coming from me alone. Freed from my desperate haze, I could see Alec, red as beet, peeing in all his glory against a nearby tree. As I watched, his stream tapered off—impeded as its delivery system climbed skyward.
With this distraction, I finished first and stood up. My head cocked to one side—I knew what I intended to do; the question was how. I had no experience and little third-party teaching to assist me in this situation.
Alec's stream tapered off, bringing my dilemma to an impasse; a moot point. He turned again to look at me, still standing there nearly a full minute after I had finished, back through the trees in the direction of the completely obscured busses, and back at me.
Very, very carefully, he touched my cheek with his fingertips. I made no move against it, only smiled. In one motion he had me up against a tree (one which had remained unsoiled) and was kissing me with a stunning passion. I was surprised, but pleased, and allowed him to keep me pinned there, though my size would have easily allowed me to break loose if I had chosen.
"I just gambled my career," he murmured as we parted with a soft smack. "Any comment?"
I kissed him gently on the lips. "It paid off."
He was standing a full foot from me, and I could see rather than feel his erection returning. I though some more. How was I going to go about this?
Fingers twitching in indecision, I reached slowly for his zipper. His hands on my waist trembled as I stroked him carefully one, two, three times before sliding the zipper home again. Then he came—all across the front of his pants.
"Sorry," I murmured.
Alec kissed me delicately.
"Wait a few minutes before heading back, all right?" he told me.
Some hours later, about ninety minutes out from New York, I was faking sleep on Alec's shoulder, talking very softly.
"What I said before," I whispered. "I meant you."
I felt the gentle squeeze on my thigh; he understood.
"What are your rooming arrangements?" he whispered softly.
"Odd one out again—I'm alone."
Again, the squeeze on my thigh. Totally invisible to any nearby students—him simply being too polite to wake me up was what they saw.
"May I come by tomorrow?" he whispered.
"Tonight," I breathed.
The bed was trouble. It was a nice hotel, too—nice hotels are big trouble. The pillows and coverlet were both down, which I was allergic to. After a moment of deliberation, I upended my suitcase onto the floor. The heap of soft cotton plus-size garments would serve me well as a bed.
I brushed my teeth and flopped onto my clothes. It was late, but I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned; the laundry was comfy enough, but I was a little chilly. In retrospect, I was lonely; but I had never needed people before then and could not identify it.
I fell into a fitful sleep just before midnight, flat on my back.
I woke up to Alec's arms supporting me—barely. His grunt of exertion from getting my bulk off the ground had woken me.
"I was going to put you in the bed!" he said.
"Down coverlet," I pointed out. "I'll drown in snot."
"Ah," he said, trying to lower me gently back onto the contents of my suitcase. He lost his balance halfway down, though, and landed on top of me.
"Sorry," he murmured.
I didn't have to stretch very far to kiss him.
I woke up buck-ass nude in a pile of my own clothes. The window was still dark, and Alec was fastening his pants by the door.
"I didn't want to wake you," he said softly. "Wake-up call is in twenty minutes—I'd stay like that until then."
"Naked?" I asked, fishing beneath me for something to wear.
Alec just rolled his eyes, pulled on his shirt, and shut the door behind him.
Formatting note: the line skips are for time skips. Five spaces act as paragraph tabs. I'll fix it if the story gets continued. |
All right, so I did not have the time to reformat. I'm still stuck in purgatory, otherwise known as the last four months of high school. Thank you for the comment, it will be considered for future revisions.
Also, if anyone has ever actually been to Broadway, please excuse my skimping on the research. I've never been, and the situation is little more than a background to what's happening.
I get very intimate with the characters in this part, more so than I have before or since. Consider this your warning. Also, I realized I never actually named the narrator—for future reference, she's Jenna Faulkner, though I don't think that is mentioned until part 4 at least.
Love you all, and hoping to share the sopping joy:
Part 2: Wet on Broadway
The first thing on my list for New York was Broadway.
The first thing on everyone else's list was shopping.
I left the hotel in high spirits. The hotel coffee was stunningly delicious, and I had gotten (perhaps mistakenly) three cups of the stuff, fully sugared. I was totally high on sugar and caffeine, and ready to go and watch a MUSICAL, dude! Woo-hoo!
I mentioned before that I was a little loopy. Either way, I managed to be surprised when Alec swept me off my feet after I turned the corner out of sight of the hotel.
"Good morning," he purred.
I kissed him lightly and lifted the leg he had in his grip carefully to the ground.
"Broadway, Alec," I told him. "Phantom's on. You know—awesome, romantic opera?"
He still had his hand in the small of my back.
"Are you sure?" he murmured.
There was a reason relationships just didn't happen with me.
"I am going to see Phantom today with or without you," I informed him. "Now kindly let me walk."
That shut him up. He let go of me, and we walked off talking like old friends about this and that and how in God's green Earth we had gotten into the same kind of music.
We got in line right behind each other, me in front, to buy tickets.
"One for Phantom, please," I told the teller when it was my turn.
"Two," came Alec's voice behind me, followed by a long-fingered hand with a credit card.
"You don't have to—" I began to protest. He kissed me gently, cutting it off.
Three minutes into what I knew as disc 2 (unlike the Broadway experience, I am very well-versed in the Phantom soundtrack) I had to pee. The sugar buzz from the coffee was leaving me, it was dark, and I was watching my favorite musical live on Broadway from the second balcony. Quite frankly, I had never been more glad for my hawk vision—but I was still bored.
Alec was mostly asleep, his head lolling back. There were very few people in our area, as well…it was time for a little fun.
Slowly and carefully, I unbuttoned his slacks and slid one hand inside. Alec bucked upward from his semiconscious state as I began to stroke him gently, then moaned softly.
I was suddenly reminded of my need to use the restroom. However, my hand was rather busy—and Alec's was now sliding into my jeans. I struggled to control my breathing and my hand around his tender parts—no need to give him an unexpected squeeze.
Using his free hand to guide our faces together in the dark, Alec kissed me rather hard. My bladder gave a sharp jab as he slid his tongue into my mouth, trying to avoid unnecessary noise as I got another finger into the job down below.
His fingers pressed harder on me. The only thought I could get through my head was that my teacher must be stunning on a piano if he had fingers like that. My bladder jabbed again—it was getting worse.
I put a final finger into the job, and was rewarded with a hand- and pants-full of stickiness. He closed his teeth on my nether lip, fingers working furiously; but I was busy dealing with the sticky stimulation on my rapidly filling bladder.
It was then that I realized that I was not going to get out of this musical with dry briefs unless I left probably within the next five minutes—so much for invincible bladder. I may as well enjoy the situation.
His fingers dug deeper. I moaned softly, and he began to kiss and rub me even deeper.
It was a chain reaction from there. My bladder spasmed, and my hand clenched around his genitals. In surprise and possibly pain, his fingers between my legs pinched together. I bucked, everything else forgotten, moaning in ecstasy.
The next thing I was aware of was the soaking heat cascading down my legs. My jeans were wet all down the inside of my legs, my socks were squishy, and my shoes had already overflowed onto the floor. Alec was also kissing me delicately on the neck—very carefully, so neither of us would get in too much trouble later.
"Never would have thought of that," he murmured, "but you'll probably want to change before dinner."
"Dinner?"
"Dinner," he purred. "Dinner somewhere very nice. Somewhere…"
He began to kiss me gently between words.
"Very…very…nice."
"You slept naked on my clothes, Alec," I pointed out gently. "There's nothing remotely nice in that pile."
"I'll buy you something."
Yes, I know the ending is kind of random. I added it later as a reasonable lead-up to part 3. Of course, the rules from the original still apply—I will cease this storyline the moment I am bid so as not to take space from others. |
This is mostly true but the names have been changed to protect the downright guilty :shock: :shock: :DI had just reached Aber and driven to the harbour, the lads, all three of them, had just finished another lager each, making that about 2 lagers and 2 soft drinks each, differing variety! Dan threw the cans into a skip as we passed one. We had actually stopped and he loitered for a moment by it. We were in a secluded area, businesses, but I would of known what he wanted if I was “with it” more. I called back to him and he hurried back to the car and we left straight away.We carried on towards the front and pier, but it was a narrow road that was having roadwork’s to shore up the sea wall. So it was traffic light controlled and there were quite a few cars around. Otherwise we could have stopped on the front to look at the view. The waves crashing over the harbour break was quite an impressive sight in a storm, and even at high tide with a bit of a wind the whitecaps could be seen. So passing that we reached the sea front and drove all the way to the end and turned and headed back. It was brightly lit and still had some daylight left, the bars were spilling out onto the road and the students crowding the area, so we headed back through the town, the quieter streets towards the harbour right through the middle of the town. Past the 24h garage, the bus station, the train station and the oldest roundabout in the town. Back towards the harbour. Finally, we turned away and caught the traffic lights on orange so went ahead. As we passed the castle statue Dan called out in his strong Welsh accent, urgent and important"Can we stop, I need to go for a pee!?""It's not really possible. Why didn't you say back there?" I asked, having been near the Harbour Toilets. There was silence, then after whispering in the back in Welsh "Everybody knows that its used by perverts!" He groaned, as if in terrible pain"And they would be this late?" I asked "You'd only be in there for about a minute tops, and if you were scared I could go and check for you first if you had wanted, then kept people out while you went, I am sure we used to do that for younger kids on school trips?!" he didn't like being criticised that way, the others giggled "Or perhaps they said that so you wouldn't go there yourself when you had to go?""Just stop the car, I really have to go, right now!!" He moaned, pleading, sounding in agony, he bent over and held his tackle, fist to groin, so tight his knuckles went white! Jay grinned at me from the passenger seat"Look, just hold it OK?!" he didn’t like that idea"I can't! I'm bursting for a pee!" He cried out, he sounded in a lot of pain, almost hysterical"Look Dan, your what, 18? Surely you can hold yourself for a bit longer!" I said sarcastically, Jay muffled a laugh, so did Chas"I already have! I really can't hold it any more!" he pleaded, desperate to go. His bladder no doubt acutely full to bursting point; He must have had warnings for a while but I knew he was a bit of a poser and had probably tried to out-wait the other two. Jay was nearly 18 and had pointed this out a few days ago chatting about this."It's too late now. I'm in Pier Street now!" As we passed the brightly lit Pier"I can go in a doorway" He would try anything as he pleaded"Don't be stupid! The police will arrest you for that""Yeah, but I'd have gone then" he seemed triumphant"Indeed, and it will be on CCTV, I am sure you're parents would love to see that!" he suddenly didn’t like the idea anymore!"Please! I'm in agony" he cried in distress!"Ok, look, if you're really cant wait we'll go somewhere around town, ok?""Thanks!" He groaned, then I stopped, he seemed frantic again. It was on the high street, people bustling around and no where near any side streets"Just going to get some cash before they run out, Jay wants something later to play with" Jen blushed deep red but Dan didn’t seem to hear that, he was hunched over and breathing hard through his mouth, he was rocking back and forth on the seat and his legs were tightly closed. He pointed out he had had two mugs of tea before leaving home as well! His hands had moved to the upper legs of his trousers and he kept clenching and unclenching his fists around the material and breathing through his mouth"Can't it wait?" he whimpered, his eyes brimming with tears"No! Its usually empty after 10 pm! Besides, you should have said earlier. We’ve passed loads of public toilets. This town has a few because of all the students here and the drink loads and pee loads” I wasn’t helping, but he’d brought it on himself earlier with his holier than thou attitude"Well hurry up or these seats will need to be cleaned!" I leaned back and smiling I rested my hand on his leg, about a foot from his groin and squeezed, he gasped in pain"Well, I'm sure you don't mind footing the bill to get it cleaned, and if you do I'll personally castrate you with a sheep castrating tool, Jay will explain one to you! I’m sure you’ve met them?” he nodded slowly and meekly and closed the door.I hurried across the road, there was a queue of about 4 people and more than once he opened the window and stared at me, his pleading facial expressions were almost comical! Eventually I got to the machine and took out some money. Dan was tightly crossing his legs and holding on even more than before, he was doubled up
Almost as if on cue Jay piped up and said he needed a pee as well, and then Chas did! It was probably trying to make Dan feel better, but I knew Jay for one could hold quite a lot for ages. He’d out-waited me and I was older! I put the money and wallet away in the glove box and as I glanced over at Jay's lap, I saw he was massaging his cock, swollen to almost double size in his trousers. I wasn’t sure if it was a side effect of Dan’s condition or those skimpily clad students that had walked past wearing a thick belt for a mini skirt and showing enough cleavage to cause discomfort in most men below the age of 60. Dan in the back was looking rather pale, a light sheen was reflecting off his face and he was repeating the position of before I’d gone over the road. He croaked out “Go! I’ve got to go! Go!” Chas was smirking next to him. I fired up the car and pulled out into traffic.Having spent more time in the town myself than the others I asked for suggestions of where they wanted to go and they mentioned road names. Queen Street. Well, I knew there was 2 on that so went to the first. Parked up, and there was a Police car nearby. Not unusual, the old Police carpark was nearby. All three dismounted and walked up the walkway along the white corridor towards the public toilets. Dan couldn’t stand straight, his legs were bent slightly and he was tilting forwards. He used a wall to steady himself then managed to walk oddly up the pathway to the toilets. Chas had run ahead, hand clamped between his legs and abused the door
“Locked” he called back before we were even half way. Dan whimpered and turned back, he looked around for anywhere but it was just a brightly lid passageway and a Police car at the end. So we returned to the car. Dan eased himself in, wincing, with Jay in the front and Chas in the back. Chas said the other one was closed for refurbishment so we skipped that and headed back to the town. I wasn’t rushing, but I wasn’t dawdling either. I was directed to the 3 others the lads knew of in the next 15 minutes. Thanks to the one way system it was the long way around. I knew Dan had already had driving lessons and so didn't complain about them but Jay was more confusable.Finally we passed R Avenue and idling at the lights on red Dan let out a soft moan, a glance back and he was squeezing his bulge and there was a dark glistening patch about the size of a wallet spreading over his groin“I’ve got to pee so bad, forget the toilet, this road leads to wasteland” I nodded and off we went. I wasn’t rushing, although there was more pleading in the back. It was only a mere few minutes before I pulled into the far end of the carpark and stopped the engine. Dan staggered out but before he got far, Jay called out“Hey, I've got an idea! Just to prove how much of a man you are…” If Dan wasn’t desperate he would have decked Jay; he had that look. Jay slipped to the boot and extracted 3 mostly empty bottles of water. I carried them full normally and on a road trip would drink about a litre of water. The empties went in the boot to reuse them with fresh tap water. Jay pulled the sports caps off and handed a one litre one over to him and grinned. I didn't say anything but Jay had one and so did Chas.Dan already had his other hand full, squeezing his bulge to prevent any more glistening leakages and couldn’t stand straight and looked scared and surprised at the same time. I opened another bottle and poured the contents to the tarmac roadway. That spurred Dan on at the very least and they all slipped to their own spots on the deserted waste groundThere was some muffled dual language curses before a gasp, then a cry of relief followed by the noisy splattering into the bottles. I already knew they were all uncut so figured they had all had to pull the sheaths back a little so as not to cause flooding issues whilst filling the bottles. Almost a three handed operation, but they were managing without outside assistance.... Dan slipped back to Welsh and I was sure he was criticising me. Not that I cared. Their body language signified they all relaxed standing up and Dan was panting a bit. Chas was the first to finish and slipped back, presenting me with a warm clear half full litre bottle. He said quietly that Dan had questioned my parentage until Jay had pointed out he hadn't actually asked until the last minute and brought it upon himself! Jay returned next with about three quarters of a litre but he had a grin on his face and his boner remained. They both relaxed sitting on the side of the road when Dan returned. He looked relaxed and mildly happy. He presented me with a full to the brim bottle of clear warm pee and sighed“Sorry, had to be careful not to spill any” he sighed and sank on the ground next to the boys. He stared down at his trousers“Nearly made it” he sighed and leaned back. I added the tops to them and handed them over“Souvenirs”, and gave Dan a small disposable cloth towel, about A4 sized. Sitting down on the tarmac he released his belt, button and zip and eased the cloth into between his legs and the trousers to soak up the liquid and cupped it around his groin as his boxers were quite a bit more damp. We climbed back into the car“MacDonald’s anyone?” |
Well... It truly has been some time hasn't it? I'm back. AND I bring a brand new IP. This time, I dug deep in my creative well and decided to do an original project. I don't know how often I'm gonna update this. I wrote this in an hour so... more in my "On the fly" nature. I MIGHT revisit or bring back Maylu if anyone wants it (It's in my signature so new members can read as well). None of this is a guarantee. I don't have the time as I did last time but I felt the urge to write and I did XD Without further ado, here we go :)
Every Movie star has to start somewhere, right? This was the thought process of Alexa Wisdom, a sixteen year old acting hopeful. She dreamed of the day that her name would be seen in lights but for now settled on signing her name up for the new school play. It was nothing out there. The usual Romeo and Juliet play that any California school would perform. Alexia had always shown great acting prowess, able to switch up her styles with expert precision and finesse.
“Hey Lexi, can you come here?” called a voice next to Alexia followed by a tap on the shoulder.
Alexia broke out of her dream state and snapped her neck to the right. She was looking at her best friend of twelve years, Crystal. They had known each other since they were four. Practically sisters. They went to the same acting school, enjoyed the same things and were the usual best friends. They told each other about the boys they liked and even checked out the other’s love interest for each other. They were inseparable.
“What’s wrong?” Lexi said, a little concern in her voice.
“You were staring off into dreamland there, Kirby.” Crystal joked.
Alexia rolled her eyes at the video game reference.
“You are such a nerd. You know that?” Lexi scoffed.
“Ummm… who’s the one with a boyfriend right now?”
“Touche.”
Alexia focused on the English teacher who continued his lesson in spite of the girls. Alexia looked at Crystal and sighed. She knew that look. Whenever Crystal tapped her toes and her face went into ultimate focus mode, she had to pee- and bad.
“Just ask to go.” Alexia ordered.
“I can’t.”
“Why not? Come on. You’re not the best at holding it.”
“I… can’t.” Crystal said with tears in her eyes.
“Oh my God. Crystal what happened?” Alexia whispered with a concerned fury.
“I lost the bet. My bother said I can’t go all day.” Crystal sighed, remembering how she lost a bet with her brother. She almost beat him too. But he was a Smash Bros. champion and she, as always, was second fiddle. She loved her brother. She really did. Probably trusted him more than Alexia if she were to be truly honest with herself. She had to go through with the bet. She lost fair and square. She had made it through first, second, third and lunch and with ten minutes left in the school day, she only had to make it home. Once there, she would beg him to allow her to go. She was his baby sister after all. Could he say no?
“Crystal, you know that’s stupid. You’re gonna pee yourself because your brother beat you in a video game?” Alexia almost face palmed.
Crystal averted her gaze and struggled on in silence. Her toe tapping turned into fingers drumming across her lap and eventually crossing and uncrossing her legs for ten minutes. She breathed heavily, feeling Alexia’s worried and angered gaze on her. She felt like a three year old. She leaned forward putting her head on the desk. She stared at the teacher and took her notes from his lecture. As the teacher was finishing up the lesson, he told them to read three more chapters and sat down.
RING! RING! RING!
Sweet salvation! Crystal, Alexia and the rest of the class packed their things and rushed out. Crystal was a bit slower and made extra sure to tuck in her chair. Alexia took the lead, grabbing her best friend’s hand and carrying her to the bathroom. They both went in to Crystal’s dismay. Alexia pointed at the stall with a motherly scowl. Crystal shed a few tears and repeated herself,
“I lost. Fair is fair.”
“So you’re gonna have another accident then…”
“If that’s what it’ll take…” Crystal lowed her head and buried into inter her taller friend’s chest and cried.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” Alexia said stroking Crystal’s blonde hair. Another girl walked in on the two but Crystal didn’t care. The freshman that intruded on their moment backed out slowly and awkwardly apologizing for the intrusion. After two minutes of crying, Alexia took Crystal over to the mirrors.
“What will your parents say this time?” Alexia asked dreading the answer.
“Probably a month…” Crystal thought, “Oh no… but the last accident was last month… So probably two.”
Alexia groaned in displeasure for her friend. Crystal washed her face and allowed Alexia to re-apply her mascara which had run from her crying spell. Once complete, both girls looked in the mirror. Alexia admired her hair, brown, strong and long, going past her shoulders. She was a C cup sized girl fast approaching her 17th birthday. She was 5’6 and the taller of the two. Crystal was on the other hand was smaller; 5’2 and was a B cup girl. She had more curves where Alexia had less size almost as compensation. Both girls were pretty, nothing truly standing out but nothing truly lacking. They were natural beauties.
“We have to get you home fast. Two months is too long.” Alexia stated.
“I know.” Alexia said more to appease her friend. She had already accepted her fate.
Alexia and Crystal walked out of the bathroom and down two flights of stairs to the ground floor of their school, where they then proceeded to their lockers. Alexia and Crystal were lucky enough to have been locker neighbors so Alexia hurriedly cleared out both lockers and the friends were on their way home. They lived across the street from each other with school being a ten minute walk away. Alexia noticed Crystal’s increasing discomfort. She walked slowly and with small steps. Alexia held out her hand and Crystal took it and squeezed hard. Lexi half jogged, half walked practically dragging Crystal home.
Crystal could feel the liquid slosh around with each step. Her blue skirt being nothing but a blue blur as her eyes burned with tears. She lost the bet and now could feel her dignity slip away. She allowed Alexia to drag her until-
“Yes! We’re almost here. Hold on for two minutes!” Alexia shouted in victory.
Crystal’s eyes were unclouded just enough to make out her roof and looked in front of her to see the left turn leading to the girls’ street. Then disaster struck. Both girls gasped as Alexia tripped and they both fell. The shock on Crystal’s body was enough to cause her to lose all control. Her pee, though inaudible was clearly visible for anyone on the street, if there was anyone. Crystal screamed and laid there crying as she wet herself uncontrollably. Her white cotton panties and blue skirt were soaked. While Alexis got up, Crystal remained down, stunned and crying. She peed for two minutes, the liquid running down the side walk and making it down the nearby drain. Crystal sat up on her knees, bawling about her accident. Alexia stood outside the puddle radius and lowed herself down and sat on her haunches,
“Crystal... I’m so sorry.” Alexia tried comforting her best friend.
“Not even one month! Mom and Daddy are gonna put me in diapers for two months now.” She managed to say in between sobs.
Alexia helped her friend up and finished the walk. Both girls entered Crystal’s house. Crystal was still crying which attracted a rapid succession of thuds from upstairs, onto the stairs and eventually down the stairs.
“CRYSTAL!?!?!?” A worried voice called out.
Crystal ran with outstretched arms to her big brother and for the second time in a day, she cried into a chest. This chest however belonged to Shane, Crystal’s big brother.
“What happened? I didn’t think you’d actually wet yourself!” He said with genuine concern.
“It was accident.” Crystal sobbed.
“It’s all my fault…” Alexis said, beginning to sob as well, “If I didn’t trip like the clumsy klutz I am, she probably would have made it.”
Crystal stopped crying long enough to turn and around and yell, “That’s not true! I was… I was already wet when we were in class. I was soaked before we fell. You did your best but I already lost.” After making that confession, she sat down on the mini flight of stairs that separated the front door from the house proper.
“It’s okay. Just shower and change. Shane told his sister, while stroking her long hair.
“Ya…” Crystal slumped off upstairs, sobbing.
“Do you have to go?” Shane teased Alexia.
The girl stiffened but laughed it off,
“No.”
She walked up the stepped and hugged Shane by the waist and rested her head on his neck. He hugged her back and she felt his lips on the side of her temple.
“How long do we have to hide this?” Alexia asked Shane.
“Just until you graduate. I know it sucks. If your parents liked me, we wouldn’t have to but it is what it is.
” Shane responded softly.
They separated and Shane led her up to the living room where he offered her a coke. |
@Teaforme Thanks man! Always nice to hear good stuff ^^This chapter actually came along much more quickly than I had originally thought it would. Since it's done, I thought I'd share some more of the love with you guys :D
Chapter 2
Alexia followed Shane to the living room and accepted his coke offer. He tossed her a can and took one himself. They sat in the two-seater that faced the TV at a 45° but Alexia sat in Shane’s lap to continue the mood.“I can’t wait till I graduate. Then you will be all mine.” She said clawing at his bicep in a sexy manner.“Oh baby girl, you read my mind.” Shane said kissing the girl’s neck.Alexia stiffened, relaxed and melted in his arms like putty, all three actions occurring in the blink of an eye.Upstairs, Crystal sobbed as she removed her wet skirt and underwear in the privacy of the bathroom and hopped in the shower.Why does this always happen to me. Lexi never seems to have any problems with her bladder anymore. What was her secret? I’m sure if she knew, she’d tell me. Crystal thought to herself, of the two of us, Lexi wet the bed longer and even wore pull ups into the second grade and now I am the one who pees her pants and gets put back in diapers. What am I thinking? She tried her best to save me from my accident! Remember who your friends are numb tits.
Alexia and Shane had begun a full on make out session in the living room. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and he was kissing and licking her neck. She moaned out in pleasure and came slightly. She could also feel his boner rubbing against her ass, which only turned her on more. Then disaster struck. The feeling of being turned on brought on a sudden urge to pee.
“Shane,” She gasped between moans, “I need to pee! Please let me go!” Alexia pleaded weakly.
Shane didn't buy it however, “ Didn't you say you didn't need to go?” he said laughing it off while increasing his grip on her waist and her bladder as well by accident.
Alexia, realizing that he was squeezing her more, began to struggle harder and her grunts became shouts and pleas became cries.
“Please Shane. I’m gonna wet myself!” She said, her gasps being caused by tears of pain rather than the endorphins rushing out before causing pleasure.
Shane, finally realizing what was happening, let her go and apologized profusely. The struggling girl stumbled backwards out of his lap and fell on her behind- hard. Just hard enough to cause a small leak to be sprung. She quickly stuffed both hands into her crotch, jammed her legs shut and crossed them at the ankles. The tears of pain running down her face came unrelentingly as she only just caught herself and regained some semblance of control.
“Lexi, I’m sorry. Oh my God! I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. How can I help?” Shane begged her.
“It’s okay,” she sniffed, “I got it.”
With those words she got up and ran to the bathroom. When she ran off, Shane noticed a tiny puddle of urine where she was and saw little drops trailing behind her to the bathroom. He followed the trail from the living room to the hall that led to a small flight of stairs containing six steps. There was a bigger puddle at the door, and sobbing coming from inside.
Shane opened the door to see a crying Alexia on her knees in a yellow puddle against the off-white tiles. He stood frozen staring at his sixteen year old “girlfriend”. He put a hand on her shoulder, which she immediately shrugged off.
“D-don’t…” She sobbed, “I wanna go home.” She whispered the last part.
“No! I’m sorry. Don’t go!” Shane continued to beg.
“Are you high? I just peed myself. I can’t stay here. I’ll clean up the floor but I’m leaving.” Alexia snapped at Shane.
She then rose from her knees and walked past him without a glance and continued down the stairs into the basement and found the mop. She walked back up and cleaned the bathroom, the grand hall and the living room. Shane opened a few windows and pleaded for her to stay. Alexia, having said her piece earlier ignored him and hurriedly replaced the mop and just as quickly scooped up her bag and left. She ran across the street crying all the way home.
Shane stood in the archway cursing himself for not letting her go and missing the perfect opportunity with her. He watched as she ran across the street and up to her door, opened it and closed… or slammed it shut. He stood there for five minutes before going in and gently closing his own front door. He went into the living room and sulked, only nursing his now half empty coke.
“Shane? You okay?” Crystal called out from the top of the stairs.
“Yeah, why?” Shane responded, trying to sound confused.
“Well… I heard screaming and yelling. Sooo… Ya…”
“It was nothing. Lexi and I were playing Brawl.”
“Liar! You got her to play?” Crystal said genuinely hopeful.
“Ya… I-I don’t think she’ll want to play again though,” He said forcing a laugh as best he could, “I whooped her pretty bad.” He said trying to close the subject.
“Awww, Damn. Why couldn’t you guys wait for me? I’m getting dressed!”
“If she plays next time, you can fight her. Oh and… sorry for making you hold it all day.” He said trying to change the subject.
“…It’s… It’s okay…” She said deflated.
“Come on baby sis! Why not play some brawl with me? You seem to be getting better with Wario and Snake.”
“Coooooming.” She chirped, “Let me finish getting dressed first.”
After five minutes of silence, Crystal returned downstairs and walked into the living room in grey sweatpants, a white tank top with a light pink bra underneath. She sat in the lazy boy chair on the opposite side of the room from the two-seater. She looked at Shane, who was wearing a graphic-T, sweatpants and his golden locks were jelled in that pretty boy style. Crystal herself kept her blonde hair just below her shoulders in a plain, almost standard straight style. She grabbed a wii remote and nun-chuck and tossed her brother the wireless gamecube controller. |
The Clans in the Game:
By Ishigreen
There is no greater shame than to be kicked out of your family, and there is no greater loss than having to give a worthy warrior a choice between honorable suicide and the title of an outcast in society. This story revolves around the games that the clans play, and how honor might be restored to the pawns of those that are always constantly thinking.
There was no question about the circumstances. A single blade with blood had been found on Tomoko’s person. A member of the Kitsu clan was found on the floor, dead, in his chambers.
“My lord,” Kanu of the Bayushi addressed the court. “It is the fault of the Doji clan that they had allowed a murder to take place within their walls, and it is their place to restore honor to their family by exacting swift justice upon the accused.”
The man that sat at the head of the room, a table separating those that had gathered over the matter on the other side, wore an elaborate Kimono and a Hakuma of station denoting himself as the head of the Doji clan.
“I will hear the evidence of all parties interested,” he nodded at the people gathered. “As for you, Kanu of Bayushi, what is your interest in this manner?”
“Only that I want to see justice done.”
“Then you may leave as this does not concern you.”
“As you wish.”
Kanu, a man in brown with a single red symbol on each sleeve bowed to the lord of the castle. However, anyone that knows the games and how they are played knows that he would not go quietly without some word to his lord. The Doji knew that they would hear from the Bayushi clan again, particularly if justice were not served.
“So, Tomoko of the Daidoji family, the knife was found on your person. Would you care to explain?”
“I had just arrived there. I had not killed him, I found the knife by his side.”
“What were you doing in a guest’s quarters?” he asked sternly.
Tomoko’s brother spoke up. “My sister was summoned there.”
“And you know this how, Nobita-san?”
“I was with her when a messenger from the Kuni clan had given her the message. I wondered if she should go, but did not stop her.”
“Then the responsibility of your family is as much your fault as it is your sister’s.”
“But she was summon,” he started to argue.
“Enough. If none can speak for you…,”
“Doji-sama,” a familiar man in blue had spoken up. “I saw a messenger approach the young Samurai-ko with a private letter. We were all in the great feasting hall when this happened.”
The lord stood up and paced once and then a second time back and forth. If nothing were done about the blood in his palace, the Doji family would be seen as harboring assassins in their palace. He could not just take the word of Satsushi, another Doji as this would not look good. He wanted to know if anyone who was not a Doji could speak up for them. Then, to Kitsu Ayumi’s displeasure, her brother, a bushi of her own clan stood before the lord and bowed. “I know that the young lady was summoned to our comrad’s room.”
Now, the lord had enough doubt to put off prosecution. If somehow they could prove it was a set up, and that she was not responsible, and they would find the murderer, then all would save face, but if not, then he would have to order her death.
Another Kitsu looked in disfavor on the young rash bushi because this would have given the Doji house a bad reputation had it not been able to prove the innocence of its house member, but still, there was a chance that they might still find the Doji responsible. Ayumi could see the look in her clan’s man’s eyes, and she feared for her brother’s position in the clan. Still, what could she do? She would not let her brother be cut off for some folly that had to do with the Doji if she had anything to say about it.
The lord of the Doji house spoke once more, making all heads turn towards him. “You, Doji Tomoko, and Doji Nobita, have three days to find the party responsible. If you do not, then you will pay the price of this dishonorable act.”
They bowed and walked away from the lord’s room rather worried.
“How are we going to find out who wanted that Kitsu courtier dead?” Tomoko asked her brother as she shivered walking down the wooden floor covered walkway towards their own rooms.
“I have no idea, but since Kitsu Sasami had known about the message, maybe he will help us.”
“And there is Satsushi of our own clan, who might help,” Tomoko tried to keep from losing hope.
“Yes, there is. I will talk with both of them tomorrow. For now, I’d like you to stay in your room as much as you can for now so that you do not become suspect to anything else foul until we get a lead.”
“That’s not fair, brother! I am just as strong as any of you brethren, and I am the one that is accused! I should be able to….”
“Exactly, you are the accused. We do not know when or if the murderer will strike again, and I don’t want you anywhere near the scene if it happens.”
“I understand,” she bowed as was custom since her brother was elder to her.
In another room, one reserved for important guests, both Kitsu Ayumi and Kitsu Sasami were facing their own lord. One of their brothers, Kitsu Ryu was also there to provide evidence against Sasami.
“He gave doubt as to the Doji involvement with our brother’s death, and yet the Doji caught had the weapon in her hand! She should have been executed on the spot and the Doji should have offered a public apology as well as some compensation to our clan for this. But instead, Kitsu Sasami spoke up in defense of the murderer.”
“Is this true?” the man at the head of this room was wearing a plain tan Kimono with very little embroidery. He still had the face of a veteran and a general of the emperor’s army. He was a simple man, but his face was every bit as defining as any that might wear jewels and other getups to get noticed.
“Kitsu-sama,” Sasami bowed low. “It is true that I have prevented an unfortunate misunderstanding in our clans. The girl had indeed been given a letter which might have explained her presence in our fellow clan man’s quarters.”
“So, you saved the Doji face, and do you have any proof that she did not actually kill the man, even if she was summoned there?”
“No sir.”
“Then you have committed treason. You should have left well enough alone!”
“I… I didn’t….”
“As such, you will have three days to help them find the murderer or I will disown you, and you will become an outcast. That is all I have to say.”
Sasami nodded understanding. At his side, tears filled his older sister’s eyes as she heard what the decision was. She would do what she could to help her brother regardless of what it was, and she would make sure that the blame was not on this Tomoko, even if she had to mess with the evidence to do so.
Sasami and Ayumi started back towards their quarters.
“You really don’t know when to leave things alone,” she told her brother sternly. “What matter did it have that the Doji girl might have been found guilty? Do you have a thing for her?”
“No,” he shook his head. “I simply could not allow her to be punished if she really didn’t commit the crime.”
“So, now you have only three days to find out who did this, or you will be an outcast!”
“And I accept the terms. I am a man of my word, and I will not allow an innocent to die for the crime of a guilty party.”
Ayumi sighed. “Fine. If you need any help, please just ask. I’ll use whatever I have to help you.”
“I appreciate that.”
The Doji Daimyo, however, was not done with the matter even though he was sure that Tomoko and Nobita would do what they could to clear their names. He also had to make sure that they had not been the ones involved, so he immediately arrested any movement from or to the castle by anyone except under extreme permission of himself or any lord that he gave permission to to allow communication with their clans.
“Nobita,” Tomoko looked up from where she was sitting in her small room. “I’m sorry you were drug into this. I wish I knew that it would have come to this, because I would never have responded to the message if I had known.”
“”It’s over,” Nobita shook his head. “What is done is done. Just obey me, and I’ll do what I can to protect you.”
She nodded not knowing what else she could do at the moment. As the two of them sat in near silence for nearly half an hour, there was a call from outside their sliding door, and then it was pushed open.
“Excuse me,” Sasami bowed to the siblings. “I am Kitsu Sasami, and I am now responsible for helping you to find out who had caused this problem and tried to frame you.”
“Why?” Nobita eyed him with suspicion.
“Because I had held up for you, and someone in my clan didn’t like it, and had reported it to our daimyo. I must help you find the murderer or I will become an outcast.”
“Well, there could be worse,” Nobita lowered his eyes. “You could be hung as a criminal.”
He had no doubt that if he did not find the murderer, that would be the fate of his sister.
“Yes, I know,” Sasami nodded. “But I would think you’d be happy for any help.”
“Do you know who did it?”
“No.”
“Then I do not see how you are of any help.”
The two men sat in near silence as they each thought about the other, and about what task was ahead of them. Two great clans, who had always been at odds for expanding their own empires, now found two young men who were fated to work together to save themselves and one, his sister.
“Fine,” Nobita finally gave in. “You will probably be of some help, but it doesn’t mean I like you.”
“I understand,” Sasami replied.
The two men stood and bowed very formally before Sasami walked off out of their room wanting to just get some idea of something to look for. He headed right for the room that it had happened in.
Not to be outdone, and guessing at where the Kitsu was going, Nobita stood and ran out to follow him.
In some dark room elsewhere in the castle, three figures, a young woman and two young men were talking in one room.
“The Kitsu ruined everything! We nearly had Tomoko in our trap, and we had ridded ourselves of a very difficult opponent for our agenda.”
“Don’t worry, dear brother. It is only a matter of time before the Doji will have to accept responsibility, and if the Kitsu want to get so involved, maybe we can turn something against him, maybe even show some kind of connection between that outspoken young man and the young Doji Samurai-ko.”
“Yes, I like the way you think, sister. Maybe we can do something about this after all.”
“Leave it to me, brother. I will talk with an ally and get the Doji the reputation that they deserve. I will make sure that those Kitsu clan troublemakers also pay their price in interference.”
“Who will you see, sister?”
“Of course, I will see the greatest enemy of both the Kitsu and the Matsu, the Kuni. I am sure that someone there would help in our plans.”
As Sasami and Nobita walked off towards the Kitsu quarters to find the room where the man was murdered, they came face to face with a bodyguard that was placed in the halls. It was not a doji guard, but a Kitsu guard.
“What are you doing here, Doji?” the guard asked Nobita.
“I am investigating the crime.”
“No, no more Doji will be permitted in these halls while my daimyo is requested to stay. He will not be treated as a common prisoner, and so these halls will be off limits by any Doji bearing swords.”
“And if I leave my swords with you?” Nobita asked.
“I don’t trust you. You cannot pass.”
“You don’t trust me?” Nobita whispered. “Whose home are you in? Who is being rude?”
“Considering your sister was already caught with the murder weapon in her hands, and your lord has requested my lords’ extended stay, I would say you are in the wrong.”
Nobita shook his head.
“I will search the room,” Sasami placed a hand on Nobita’s shoulder. “I will tell you everything I find.”
“I supposed,” Nobita shook his head not liking this at all.
“I swear, on my honor, that we will get to the truth. I am in just as much trouble as you are over this.”
“Alright,” Nobita relented and started to walk away. “I’ll be at the great hall when you are done.”
Actually, now the great hall was quite busy, for the Doji lord had ordered every person that his messengers could find to report there. He didn’t really trust either of the soon to be Ronin, or anyone else of finding the true convict, so he had decided to use his own Magistrates, Doji Akari, and Doji Fumi.
The magistrates were sitting up by the lord as the hall filled with people.
“Alright, I am sure we haven’t gotten everyone, but there are enough here for our magistrates to start questioning people. As of now, in the case of the murder of Kitsu Yasuhiko, everyone in the palace will cooperate with Doji Akari and Doji Fumi unless you want to be held accountable for the murders.”
The guests all seemed resigned to getting this treatment. It was only natural since if such a thing had happened at their own palaces, that their lords would have done the same.
“This is better than I thought,” the sister assassin said to her two brothers. “Don’t you see? If things work out well, we can get the Doji family blamed, we can also make them seem inhospitable in light of their crimes, and we’ll be in position to make their house fall, and get our clan that much closer to being at the right side of the Emperor!”
“Yes, I think we’re well on our way of helping our own clan.”
Kuni Hiroki looked put up on to be questioned by the Doji who knew nothing of battle. Sure, he would kill someone in cold blood if it were necessary because that is how you survive down south where you are constantly threatened by the demons of the south. But up here? Murder made no sense at all. No Kuni would kill just for the hell of it. They knew very well, that every person in the Empire was a valuable comrade in the fight against the demon hordes.
“You must be kidding,” the small man said as Akari chose to ask him first. “You think I would just kill someone without a reason? Tell you what, let’s put you on the wall for a month, and then if you can come back and fight your petty wars with your neighbors the same way as you do now, then I’ll answer any of your questions you have.”
“You are in no position to decide the conditions,” Akari reminded him. “My lord said that everyone will be questioned, so everyone, it will be.”
“Of course,” he sighed. “But I will be talking to my diamyo and the Hida daimyo when I return to the wall, and then we will see what he has to say about the Doji house.”
“You do that. Now, if you please, answer the questions truthfully.”
Again Hiroki shook his head. “How else would I answer them?” he asked. “Besides, if I were to lie, you’d probably know on the spot, wouldn’t you?” |
The Clans in the Game:
Chapter Two
Doji Nobita could clearly see what was going on when he walked into the great hall, and he sighed. Of course, the Daimyo would want to make sure this was solved, and would not trust it to man that was nearly on his way of becoming an outcast of the Doji clan. He had to be sure that the Doji were not found at fault, and if the Doji were, then he would have to exact justice mercilessly in order to save any face at all.
Doji walked into the great hall without fear of being cornered by the magistrates or by any of the other clans.
“I demand that our own clans have their own Magistrates involved,” Togashi Yui said as it was her turn to be questioned. “If we must be questioned by the Doji clan, what is to keep the Doji clan from hiding the truth and trying to make it seem as though there is another clan responsible?”
Togashi Yui wore a green long kimono with a small round symbol on each sleeve. “Only if you allow each of the clans to do our own investigations, and then we compare notes, will I permit my fellows to be questioned like this. I will also protect the Mirumoto and the Agasha clans from this dishonor.”
The Doji Daimyo understood that he really had little choice. He sighed and nodded.
“Go tell all the lords in the castle that we will have a meeting, and then we will choose among us, a team of magistrates to carry out this investigation. Everyone else is free to return for now.”
Togashi Yui bowed and departed from the great hall to round up the lords.
The many people started to depart the great hall, as they were now released, and a particular group of two brothers and a sister, the same as before, were now whispering about the turn.
“That Togashi clan girl might just make things easier for us,” the girl said. “If we can persuade her to find the evidence that we want her to find, then she well bring a strong enough argument to the Doji Daimyo that he would have to accept responsibility.”
“But sister,” the taller of the brothers whispered as he looked around for eaves droppers. “The only reason the Doji Daimyo accepted her proposal that all the clans get equally involved, is that that girl is a favorite member of the Doji’s court. You cannot really expect her to willingly go along with our plans.”
“Yes, I can brother. If you just shut up and watch your sister work, you will see just how convincing and beguiling I can be.”
The shorter brother smirked at the look on the taller brother’s face. The taller one had a scowl, but his eyes held the surprise of someone that had been shamed or scolded by one of lower rank in the caste system. To make things clear, the caste system does favor boys, but only when all is equal. More important than gender is birth rite. The taller boy was, in fact, the oldest of the three, so it was definitely out of place for the girl, who is the youngest of the three, to talk to her brother like that.
Meanwhile, Tomoko sat in her room, feeling grounded like a child, and what was worse, for something she had not even done. Why should she have to treated like she was being disciplined? She should be the one out there looking for the person that killed the man she went to see since it was her that was being accused!
“This is nuts!” she stood up. “Why should I listen to Nobita? It’s not like I’m a child, and he has no real power over me! I want to investigate! I am the accused after all!”
Tomoko walked to the door just as Nobita was about to come in.
“Where were you going?” Nobita questioned Tomoko.
“Um… the bathroom?” she asked a little too unsure of herself for Nobita to believe her.
“That’s a likely story. I’ve told you, if it happens again, and they find you anywhere near the scene, they’ll accuse you, and our daimyo will have no choice but believe the allegations. Please stay here, sis. I’m trying to protect you!”
“And if I really have to use the bathroom?”
“Then I’ll come with you!”
Tomoko looked down. “You really think that’s necessary, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Alright,” she gave in and sat back down. “I’ll just leave when you are with me then.”
“Good,” Nobita said. “Someone from another clan has gotten involved and is now having a magistrate team put together to investigate. I don’t know what is going on, but I’m pretty sure, that it will make proving your innocence even more difficult rather than easier.”
“But if more are involved in the investigation, wouldn’t that make it more likely that they find the real murderer?”
“Well, it would if another clan didn’t have any reason to try to discredit our clan, but as it is, the Kitsu would like to see us dishonored, The Hida wouldn’t mind us losing position, And the Bayushi and the Shosuro clans were very likely to want us to lose face. I am also unsure as to what the Shinjo really think.”
“We would have to contend with those issues regardless of who was investigating though.”
“Yes, but what I’m afraid of, is that the magistrates who are supposed to be researching might taint the evidence against you.”
“You can’t be serious. If they were caught, it would look bad on their own clan, wouldn’t it?”
“If they were caught, yes,” Nobita had to agree. “But if they have no fear of getting caught, or if they were sure they could get away with it….”
“That’s enough,” Tomoko said flatly. “We cannot believe that all of this is so hopeless. We will find out who is at fault and exactly what was going on with the death of that Cairo.”
“Yeah, you’re right. We do need to keep an open mind. Just do as you are asked, and let me protect you. Please.”
“As you wish,” Tomoko sighed.
In some other part of the large grounds, in a large meeting room, the Doji Daimyo was now holding court with just the daimyo representatives of his visitors.
“It has come to my attention that a few of you do not believe that the Doji would conduct an investigation of its own house with sincere honesty and strict research for fear of prosecuting our own. Of course, I could claim an honor duel to be in order, but that would not solve the problem at hand. I do feel that more eyes looking into a matter might actually speed up the process so I welcome your help, but understand this. If any of you have the intention of dishonoring the Great Doji clan, then at least have the courtesy to step forward and formally declare your opinions and choose your champion so that we might prove that our intentions are pure!”
No one stood up. The Doji was right. If you were not going to stand up and fight for your belief, then your belief is flawed, and if your belief was flawed, then surely your champion will die, and you will lose another faithful asset for little reason.
“Good, now that that is settled, I don’t want anyone blaming or pointing at Doji Tomoko until you have the evidence that backs up the claim. If you find conflicting evidence, I expect you to share it around all the other clans as much as some of you would love to share the evidence if you find that it is Tomoko’s shame.”
The Daimyo representatives all nodded in agreement.
“Then I send you all to make your own preparations with my blessing at finding the real murderer whether it is Tomoko, another Doji, or someone else.”
Nobita and Tomoko stayed in their room the rest of the afternoon, Nobita feeling like this was the best way to keep an eye on his sister and not have her be set up again without his knowledge.
There was a shadow that moved across the castle grounds, a lone one that walked past the friendly clans and the hostile clan rooms as silently and as swiftly as if they were the same. This figure had come upon the Kuni clan, and she threw a dagger against the far wall, attached to it, was a paper.
“The evidence against the Doji is indisputable. If you meet me after midnight, I will show you beyond a doubt how you can be sure.”
Then she disappeared from plain sight, as if swallowed by the shadows.
A young man among of the Kuni approached this notice, and he pulled the dagger from the wall and read the paper. His eyes narrowed as he read it, wondering what was really up. Was it certain that the Doji had done this, or was this really someone framing them. Well, this young man was no bushi, nor any real magistrate. He was not sure if he should show it to those above his station or not, but if he did, then they might mock him for believing what he wanted, and for being naïve. Maybe he should investigate this on his own first, just to see what was going on.
Meanwhile, Bayushi Kanu was found walking towards Togashi Yui’s quarters with something that he had found that might have been of interest to the favored courtier of the Doji.
Kanu, an average male with black hair tied into a top knot and red and orange robes on, slid the entrance doors open to the young female’s quarters. “Exucse me, miss,” he said using the lesser title of chan rather than san to show her that he thought he was superior in rank. “I have a message about the Doji which might interest you.”
“You do?” she asked. “Who asked you to deliver it?”
“No one. I was to keep it secret, but it profits my clan not to keep it a secret, and I am just as worried about who the murderer is as every other person here.”
“Then, give me your message.”
The man bowed, not as deep as he would for someone of station which was really irksome to Yui, but she took the scroll anyway, and the man, Kanu, walked away feeling extremely pleased.
‘The Doji feel that they can hide and cover up murder in their own palace. Hida Daimyo, I am writing this message in secret that you send someone from the outside for I have little trust that anyone that the Doji allows to investigate, to really tell the truth when it brings shame upon their house. We must know what kind of traitors we are defending!’
The paper was signed Kuni Hiroki, which not even of the Hida clan.
Yui, a small frame girl shrugged at the message. This was simply politics and meant very little to her, except she wondered how it was that this Kuni clan had known for sure it was a Doji, and why he was talking to the Hida Daimyo rather than his own. |
The commuter train jerked forward abruptly as it departed from the station. Julie pressed both hands hard into her crotch to keep from losing bladder control. Even with her purse sitting on her lap to hide it, she was sure that the people around her could tell she was touching herself inappropriately, but she was beyond caring. She had been crossing her legs and shifting in her seat for the past half an hour--surely anyone paying attention to her in the crowded morning train car already knew that she was on the verge of peeing in her pants.
"Just two more stops to go," she told herself. Julie shifted her left leg underneath of her and sat on the heel of her black pump. It offered some temporary relief to her straining bladder.
In the wake of her wetting in the office a couple of weeks prior, Julie's long-suppressed urges to push her bladder to its limit and beyond in public places had been fully awakened. She never even considered using a toilet anymore unless it was an absolute emergency. Plus, she was intentionally guzzling water, tea, and coffee in copious amounts.
Just like in high school, these habits were making her accident prone. She had already soaked herself twice on the way home from work, both times in front of dozens of strangers. Also like high school, she would not go home to change clothes after a wetting--that was cheating. As a consequence, she spent both evenings sheepishly running errands in her blatantly soiled clothes while cashiers and customers gawked at her.
Doing her evening grocery shopping in pee-soaked clothes was one thing, but showing up for work in the morning wearing them was another. For that reason, this was the first time she had ever dared risk a holding challenge on the commute into work.
Like most nights since the re-ignition of her fetish, she had spent the previous evening on watersports websites posting about her wetting adventures and chatting with other members about theirs. She went to sleep the previous night fantasizing about different outfits and situations in which she might get desperate and wet herself.
As a result, Julie was feeling particularly naughty this morning. She put on one of her favorite pairs of pants--form-fitting light gray dress slacks--and couldn't help but immediately think about how they would look with dark, glistening pee streaks running down both legs. The thought made her so aroused. She wanted to wet these pants really badly, but that would have to wait until later in the evening.
On her way out the door, Julie grabbed her typical large bottled water to drink on the train and a devilish thought occurred to her. She couldn't pee in her pants before work, but she could still have some desperate fun. She opened the bottle and chugged the contents until they were gone. Then she re-filled the bottle from the kitchen sink tap and drank the contents again. Surely she could handle making it to work after just two bottles of water plus the two cups of coffee she had drank earlier. If she couldn't manage that, she reasoned, she deserved to spend her whole work day in wet pants. She refilled the bottle again to drink on the trip and left the house with a mischievous smile on her face.
Now there were 15 minutes remaining in the train ride to work, and Julie was beginning to think she had over-estimated her holding capacity. She began to bounce up and down on her heel as the short-lived numbness of sitting on it began to wear off and she felt the intense pressure of her bladder again. Why did she always do this to herself? Julie had no idea what she was going to do if she couldn't hold on.
She had been able to successfully play her wetting after the morning meeting off as a simple error in judgement, albeit a humiliating one. Her team was amused by the idea of their manager wetting her pants at work. They openly teased her about it, but in some ways they were more comfortable with her now. Her boss was clearly much more disgusted with her, but he did not say anything beyond impatiently asking her to clean up her mess and sit on a plastic bag the rest of the day to avoid ruining her office chair.
Julie knew she couldn't pee in her pants at work again so soon. She knew all too well how quickly a group of people could stop looking at pee accidents as a laughable quirk and begin treating you like a outcast because of them.
The first few times Julie had noticeably pissed herself in high school had not been a big deal either. She had been discretely wetting her panties under skirts and intentionally letting out spurts of pee into her black jeans during the school day dating back to junior high. No one had ever caught her.
One day early in her sophomore year, however, Julie had gotten distracted during a busy day and completely forgotten to pee between classes. Lunch was only one class away, so she decided to cross her legs and try to hold on for one more period. Julie desperately squirmed in her seat trying to hold back the flood, but as she felt the first warm spurt of pee begin to leak into her panties with 20 minutes to go before the bell, she knew she wasn't going to make it to lunch. Julie was wearing dark blue jeans. They could cover up some damage, but she knew they were not dark enough to hide a major accident.
She raised her hand and pleaded with her teacher for a bathroom pass, but he told her to wait until the lesson was done. The next 10 minutes seemed like an eternity as Julie fidgeted frantically trying to keep her bladder from bursting in the middle of class. Every minute or so, she could feel more damp warmth escape into her panties. Finally, the teacher stopped talking and let the class begin work on their homework assignment. He beckoned Julie to the front of the room to collect her bathroom pass.
She could barely move without leaking as she awkwardly waddled to the teacher's desk and down the hall to the restroom. She had to keep her legs tightly together and stop every few feet to keep from losing control. With every ginger step she could feel pee sloshing around in her bladder. She had barely pushed open the girls' bathroom door when she felt a hot flood burst into her panties and begin to run down her legs. She quickly ran into an open stall and began to fight with her belt, but all the while she could feel a torrent of warmth running down the thighs of her tight jeans. By the time she got her belt undone, she could feel her socks and shoes become engulfed in the flood.
The relief of finally emptying her aching bladder plus the familiar feeling of warm pee soaking her clothes triggered a sensual explosion in Julie. Her pulse raced and she became weak at the knees. As her shoes filled with urine and a puddle spread below her feet in the stall, she stopped struggling to get her jeans off and began rubbing her crotch through her soaking wet pants. pee dripped off of her fingers as she massaged her throbbing clitoris through the tight, glistening denim. She leaned against the wall of the bathroom stall as she rubbed faster--the fabric hissing with the force of her pee stream as she rubbed. As the flow of pee finally stopped, she climaxed.
After Julie caught her breath, she had to figure out what to do about her predicament. Her jeans, socks, and shoes were completely saturated in urine and she was only half way through the school day. Julie knew her mom would never leave work to come and get her because she peed her pants--she was way too old for that. If she skipped the rest of her classes without an excused absence, she would fail her math test that afternoon. Plus, she would have to walk across town in her wet pants to get home.
She began to think that her best option may be to go back to class and try to pretend like nothing happened. After all, she had gotten her pants so completely soaked that there was no obvious wet patch--she thought maybe no one would notice. Julie poured the pee out of her shoes and wrung out her socks. She dabbed at her jeans with paper towels as best she could, but decided they were a lost cause after the tenth paper towel came up yellow and soaked with no discernible improvement to the state of her pants. Her sneakers squelched noticeably as she walked back to class drenched from the waist down.
Julie hadn't even sloshed her soaked jeans into her seat when she began to hear the whispering and giggling spread through the classroom. All the rest of the day she dealt with staring and teasing, but it wasn't as bad as she feared it would be. Mostly her classmates just made fun of her about her being a baby and needing diapers. Meanwhile, she passed her math test and enjoyed the feeling of the soaked pants against her skin all afternoon. She felt free, like her secret was finally out in the open and she loved the naughtiness of spending her whole day in pee-soaked pants.
In a couple of weeks, the incident was nothing more than a running joke--yesterday's news to her classmates. Of course, the memory of the intense orgasm she had experienced in the bathroom stall as she peed in her pants stuck with Julie much longer.
As the train lurched to a stop, Julie felt the first warm spurt dampen her panties. She moved her heel out from underneath her and instead tightly crossed her left leg over her right. More pee escaped during the shift, leaving her underwear warm and wet. The office was still one more train stop and a four-block walk away. She bounced up and down anxiously in her seat, willing the train to begin moving again.
Just then, she heard a familiar voice over her shoulder. "Hey Julie, I didn't know you take this train in the morning."
She turned her head to see Sara's smiling face behind her. Of all the luck ... Sara had been witness to Julie's previous work accident. It was beginning to look like she would have a front-row seat to another wetting.
Julie tried to steady her voice as she replied, "Yeah, I do. It's always so crowded, we must have always just missed each other."
"Are you feeling OK?" Sara asked. "You look really flushed."
"Yeah, I'm fine," Julie said through gritted teeth. "I just need the restroom."
"Oh..." Sara said as she peeked at Julie's contorted legs. She gave a smile and a knowing nod. "Are you going to be alright this time?"
"I hope so," Julie said weakly as the train began to move again. She leaned forward and buried her hand in her crotch.
"I felt so bad for you the other morning at work," Sara said. "I still can't believe you wore that skirt all day."
Great, Julie thought, now everyone in earshot knows I wet my pants at work. "Yeah," she mumbled in reply.
Julie closed her eyes and clenched muscles as tightly as she could. The light fabric of her dress slacks felt soft and comforting pressed tightly against her legs. For several minutes, Julie squirmed in her seat in focused silence--eyes closed, legs tightly crossed, shifting every few seconds. Her bladder ached, but she avoided more leakage.
"Almost there," Sara said reassuringly, breaking the long silence.
Julie opened her eyes and saw that their stop was only a minute away. She stood up to make her way to the door and immediately felt warmth spread in her panties. she reflexively bent over and pressed her thighs together, but it took her a few seconds to choke off the flow. Julie's whole crotch felt warm and wet--she dared not move or check her pants for damage.
Now that she was on her feet, Julie had to contend with keeping her balance as the train moved. When it reached her station, the car came to a sudden stop and jerked her forward. The sudden violent motion nearly knocked her over. The flow began again--this time she could feel stray drops begin to run down her thighs before she could stop it.
Sara began to make her way to the door through the sea of passengers. Julie followed in her wake, keeping her thighs clamped tightly together as she waddled through the car. For the first time, Julie was grateful that Sara was there. She never would have made it through the crowd without completely wetting herself if she had been alone.
Julie followed Sara through the doors of the train and onto the platform. Sara stopped and turned to face her. "I've never used the restrooms here. Do you know where they are?"
Julie shook her head. She bent double and hopped from foot to foot as she scanned the station for a bathroom sign. Her wet inner thighs felt a cold chill in the open air of the platform. Julie knew that her leakage earlier must have soaked through her pants.
Her mind raced. She could barely concentrate with her bladder so full. Plus, she was still super aroused and wet. Her eyes barely processed what they were seeing as she frantically looked around for a bathroom.
Warmth began to engulf her underwear again. This time, Julie chose not to fight it. She relaxed and looked down as a glistening dark patch began to spread rapidly down both legs. Sara gasped as Julie stopped fidgeting and stood upright while an obvious wet patch continued to grow on her light-grey dress pants. pee streamed from the inseams of her pant legs and on to the concrete below her feet as a puddle began to form and spread. Both women's eyes were fixated on Julie's slacks.
Julie closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation. Her toes were swimming in the warm flood that was filling her heels. The soft fabric of her dress slacks felt as good as she imagined all morning as they clung tightly to her ass and thighs in their warm, soaking wet state. Julie wanted to rub herself through her soaked underwear, but she knew she couldn't on a public train platform.
"Oh my God," Sara said, eyes still glued to Julie's pants. "Do you at least have a change of clothes this time?"
Julie shook her head. The flow finally reduced to a trickle and then stopped. Julie lowered her eyes to her slacks. The dark-grey pee streaks ran all the way down both her legs and her feet were now completely submerged in warm urine within her pumps. Her clitoris ached with desire. Julie stood there in a haze of her own pleasure--oblivious to the many strangers that had caught sight of the spectacle that were now staring at her.
Sara grabbed Julie's hand. "Come on," she said as she led Julie away from the train platform and toward a secluded wall of the station. Julie's shoes squelched as she walked.
"I'm sorry I keep doing this in front of you," Julie said. "Clearly I need to drink less coffee in the morning ... or just start wearing diapers."
"If you want to call in sick today, I promise I won't tell anyone," Sara offered as they settled into a corner out of obvious sight. "You'd have to figure out how to get home, but at least you wouldn't have to walk into the office like that."
"Thanks Sara, that's sweet," Julie said. Of course Sara was right--she should just call in sick. Julie knew that going to work in this state would just lead to lots of humiliation and probably setback her career. Why did the thought of just going home leave her feeling so unfulfilled?
"You look disappointed," Sara said with the hint of a smile. "You know it will make just as good a story if you don't go into the office, right?"
"Huh?"
"When you write it up tonight," Sara said. "You posted a story about your last wetting. I can only assume you'll write about one as epic as this ... PissyJ28."
Julie just stared at Sara, who was smiling coyly back at her. The pit of Julie's stomach dropped. No one had ever called her by her online moniker. Finally, she stuttered out, "You read online wetting forums?"
"Yeah, I was actually planning to post about your wetting a couple weeks ago. When I saw your write up of it, I nearly died. Can you believe the odds? You're a really good writer, by the way."
"Thanks," Julie mumbled, still not quite believing her ears. She began to wonder if she was still dreaming. "So ... you are into this?"
"Well, clearly not as much as you are," Sara said. "I could never pee my pants at work ... and some of the stories from when you were in school I could barely believe anyone would put themselves through."
"Yeah, I do get carried away sometimes," Julie said with a smile as she looked down at her slacks, which were now cooling down and beginning to chill her thighs. The dark wet patches down both her legs were extremely pronounced now against the light grey fabric. She shifted her weight and felt the pool of urine in her shoes slosh. "You probably think I'm completely nuts now, right?"
"I don't know how you can do this in public and then go about your day as if nothing happened. Don't you care that everyone is going to stare at you?"
"Oh, I care," Julie said. "I guess holding and wetting is just more exciting when I know I'm going to be in trouble if I don't make it. It's just not the same thing if I do it when there's no risk of anyone finding out. Does that make any sense at all?"
"A little," Sara said. "So, you actually wanted to pee yourself today?"
"Not exactly," Julie said. "I was just challenging myself to hold it as long as I could. I thought I could make it."
"But you didn't bring anything to change into if you didn't?"
"No," Julie said sheepishly.
"You should really think about calling in sick," Sara said. "Your pants are soaked. What are you going to tell everyone?"
"I don't know ... that I peed my pants."
Sara laughed. "I think they'll figure that one out on their own."
"Yeah, you're right," Julie said with a smile. "I don't know, the thought of walking into work like this really excites me right now. Maybe I like punishing myself ... I don't know."
"You seem to have a talent for it."
"Tell me about it."
"Well then, I guess we better get to the office," Sara said glancing down at Julie's soaked slacks and smirking. "I'm sure those are going to be really comfortable for you today."
"Oh, I know," Julie said, smiling naughtily. "They're already starting to get cold, and I have a small lake in my heels."
"Enjoy your chaffed thighs."
"I'm sure I'm going to get diaper rash," Julie said. "Plus I get to smell like pee all day and sit on plastic sheeting again. I'll bet you're so jealous of me right now."
"Definitely, all the guys will think you're so hot now," Sara said. They looked each other and giggled. "Seriously though, are you sure you really want to do this? I just found out that I work with someone I can share this with. I really don't want you to get fired."
"Don't worry," Julie said. "They won't fire me for this."
"Well, if you're sure, I'll see you at the office," Sara said. "You want to catch a few drinks after work?"
"I'd love to."
"Great," said Sara, "If you're lucky, your pants might even dry by then."
"Probably, but who knows? If I get a few drinks in me, they may not stay that way."
"With you, I'll bet they won't," Sara shook her head and laughed. "You're crazy Julie. I'll see you later."
"See you at work," Julie said as Sara turned and walked away.
Julie's mind filled with possibilities. All these years her wetting had isolated her, could she have finally found a partner in this? She wondered what Sara was into. She couldn't wait to meet her after work and find out.
Her pulse raced as she ran her hands along her chilled, wet thighs. No turning back now. Sara had offered her an out and she turned it down. Now she was going to have to spend the whole day in these pee-soaked slacks and everyone at work was going to know about it. She could picture the condescending smirks on her co-workers faces as they saw that she had peed in her pants again.
Julie's fingers reached her crotch, which still radiated warmth through the wetness of her slacks. She decided she'd better find a ladies' room to take care of her naughtier urges. |
Yea, what can I possibly say about this ?
It`s an attempt to write something about my OC Jake...who is quite the fucked up character....in many ways.
I have no idea if it fits here, surely will contain quite a lot peeing scenes, however less in the classical way of Omorashi.
Guess I just post it and see how the reaction is...
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What a beautiful day!
Warm sunlight was shining through the leaves of the nearby tree and sprinkled it into hundreds of small spots on the concrete tiles on the ground, moving back and forts as the soft wind blew through the tree.
Simply perfect...
A deeply satisfied and relaxed purr came from the lips of the black-haired boy who laid there, enjoying the pleasure of doing nothing.
He stretched his arms and legs a little, opening his eyes for the first time in a while and quickly turned his head away from the bright light – appearantly he really fell asleep for quite a while...the sun was already high up in the sky, maybe it was already past noon.
In that case, school would be over soon...and since no tried to wake him up in the meantime, they seemed had no idea he was hiding here on the roof.
"Even tho, I could`ve SWORN that Mr. Ingmar saw me sneak up here..." he murmured slowly, followed by a yawn. "...maybe just my imagination."
Or maybe they were just happy, he wasn`t down in the building today, so they could all have a normal school day for once.
The young male had to smile over this thought – if that was really the case, he even had his influence on the entire school when doing NOTHING.
Anyway...what should he do now ? For some reason he didn`t felt like going back to sleep...and even tho he was used to the sunlight, he really wasn`t looking forward to a sunburn.
After all, it was just early May and after a really long and cold Winter, going far up into April this year with loads of Snow and Ice on easter, this was the first time you could actually smell the summer and was enough reason for him to skip school and lay down on the roof for sunbathing instead. And he was smart enough to know how sensitive the skin was to such intense sunlight like today, after month of cold and dark weather....plus, he could go for a drink and some food. If he was lucky, maybe he could organize some small snack from the cafeteria...and a drink of course, best a big bottle of-
"OUCH!!!!!"
Distracted by his own thoughts, he hadn`t noticed the misdirected football until it crashed into his back, causing him to stumble a few step forwards and almost fall over on the ground.
Who the hell threw that on him ?
He kneeled down and picked it up, recognizing the "school property"-stamp on the side.
So this meant the ball was from the official football team, which was probably also the reason how anyone could kick it in such a completly wrong direction it landed on the roof. The schools team was famous to compare their lack of playing skill with a great creativity in swearing, just like he could hear their voices now:
"Damn, it landed on the roof you stupid jerk! NOW DONT STAND AROUND LIKE A FUCKING RETARD, GO GET IT!!!!"
Oh he recognized that voice...he would hear it through thousands of others.
The boy stood up, holding the boy in his hand and slowly walked towards the end of the roof...
His number-one enemy in the school...a huge mountain of many muscles and little brain but even more violence...and last but not least: leader of the schools football team:
"Hello down there, Okyl! Seems like one of your idiots down there kicked the ball up here, want me to hide it somewhere so you can spend the rest of the afternoon using whatever-you-have-instead-of-a-brain to find it or do you prefer me throwing it right back into your stupid monkeyface ?"
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"JAKE!!!!!!!"
The other boys voice was just as loud and impressive as you expect it from 160 pounds of pure muscle.
Right now it was also filled with furious rage, as it`s owner saw his biggest enemy now staring down at him with that arrogant little smile that coward always showed when he felt safe.
"YOU BETTER GET DOWN HERE RIGHT AWAY AND GIVE ME THE BALL BACK AND MAYBE, JUST MAYBE I WONT KICK YOUR ASS ALL THAT WORSE!!!"
A disgusted shudder went through his body, on his second glance he noticed something else about his opponent:
"And seriously, put some clothes on...do you have no shame to walk around completly NAKED ?"
Seriously, what was wrong with that guy ? Sometimes he really wondered...
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"I`m trying to get some tan up here, what is the big deal ? And best way to do that is without clothes..."
Jake put up an innocent face while he looked down his slender body.
"Besides, if you don`t like it, dont look up here....unless of course you secretly admire my sexyness...ohhh, don`t worry – I fully understand that. It`s just a fact that I`m unresistable to all genders..."
Oh how he liked to mess around with that low-brain idiot...it was such a joy to see Okyls face become redder and redder...
The Raven closed one hand around his cock and gently rubbed his impressive length, moaning softly before he pulled his foreskin back, revealing his glans and smirked once again. Too bad he didn`t had the time to jerk off now, it would be such an awesome moment...
"Want a lick of that ? Just come up her...I wait for you..."
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"Ewww, don`t show me that THING, fag! Just return the ball before I beat you up.."
That boy....he was freaking him out. Every bit of him fueled Okyls desire to smash his fist deep into the others smirk, so maybe Jake would finally act like a normal person.
Too bad that his opponent was a simple coward, never facing him in a direct fight, probably knowing that he wouldn`t stand a chance against Okyls fists with such a feminine body.
"Brian, Cord, Volbar – you three go up on the roof, one guards the stairs back down into the building, the other two get him! Clear ?"
The three named boys nodded in agreement, quickly running towards the school building to do as he told them.
..
"Aww, sending your pet gorillas to get me now ? Don´t think I didn`t heard what you told them."
Jake chuckled softly, watching how the three boys entered the building.
"It`s a little unfair for them, don`t you agree ? Don`t you feel bad for what I have to do to them now?"
He shook his head and put up a sad face.
"I can`t understand how they still do what you say...are you THAT good in bed ? Maybe I really should give it a try with you...I mean okay, usually I dont like vulgar muscle heads like you, but I am always willing to experimant, ya know ? I wonder...are you still a virgin ?"
He heard the rusty door on the other side of the roof opening, quick, heavy steps running into his direction.
"Sorry, seems like your simple-minded henchmen are here now, excuse me for a moment while I deal with them, okay ?"
With that, he turned around, facing the two boys charging at him.
It was impressive how there were people so completly resistant to learning.
Otherwise they wouldn`t try to attack him so directly.
"Oh well...here we go!"
Jake waited till his attackers were really close, already rising their fists, about to smash them into him.
Thats when he ducked down in a seconds fragment, using his legs to thrust him off the ground, right through the small space between them, way too fast for them to react.
Now he was behind them, whirled around and placed one perfect kick between the legs of the first one.
Even from behind, he still managed to hit the most sensitive spot of the boy, crushing the balls hard against his opponents body.
"One down, two to go!"
His other attacker had turned around by now and tried to hit him again but once again, Jake was way too fast and dodged the fist with a quick sidestep.
This was the chance to run around the much slower opponent and deliver another, well-placed kick between his balls.
"Two down, one to go!"
Jake sighed a little – in fact, he felt a little sorry for them. He knew too well how much pain it caused to be kicked there.
Many times HE had been the victim, before he learned to fight back:
Due to his skinny, almost femine body, he never had much strength: if he tried to face an opponent head-on, he would stand no chance – but in return, he had the agility and speed advantage...and the knowlegde how to flatten an attacker with just one hit: like many other things, it wasn`t a matter of strength of power, but more about knowing an opponents weak spot.
And the weak spot of any male was always the same; right between the legs.
Of course, this all had it`s limits – if he would be up against a group, even his quick reflexes and movements wouldn`t help him, only chance there was to run...and his speed allowed him to outrun everyone.
Now there was just one left.
Probably at the door.
"How about you call your dogs back, Okyl ? I feel bad for hitting those dumber than me..."
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His left hand had into a fist – there was no way to describe how much he HATED Jake!
Why couldn`t it be like four years ago, when that freak was just ten years old and their favorite victim ?
Things were so easy: whenever he or one of his friends felt bad – there was always someone to release their anger on; the class weakling and coward: Jake!
And now ?
That guy was still a weakling and coward, but he also became the biggest weirdo he ever met.
NO normal person would run around the school while NAKED! Or try sunbathing on the roof.
It wasn`t the first time that black-haired pervert did something like this.
"How fucked up must your mind be, to behave like this all the time ?"
One day! One day he would catch Jake off-guard. And then, he would make that little fag pay for all these times he made fun of him, all these times he dared to oppose him and his friends! And he didn`t cared how much trouble this would cause to him, all he wanted was that weirdo back where he belonged; as their punching-ball!
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"Is that a No ?"
Not that he really expected anything else...Okyl would never cancel an order he gave, even if it was a stupid one.
"Too bad, guess I have to take care of that last idiot then..."
Was that guy still waiting at the door ?
Only one way to find out...
He turned around, walking back to the stairs carefully...he couldn`t be sure that the last guy wasn`t hiding somewhere for him to attack in an unnoticed moment.
However, as he came closer he noticed something completly unexpected:
appearantly the last guy just locked the door behind him and walked off.
And there was no way to open it from this side, it only had a knob.
But wait...they couldn`t just lock him up here! This meant they would lock the two guys he knocked out before as well.
"Hey Okyl! I think your two friends won`t like to spend the night up here...you should let them out...h-huh ?"
They were gone! Just in the moment he came back to the roof side, he realized their bodys vanished.
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"You`re talking about Brian and Volbar here, huh ?"
This time it was Okyl who had the smirk on his face as he pointed at the two boys next to him.
"Luckily for us, the ladder from the old tool shed is really long...and while you`ve benn looking around for Cord at the door, I had enough time to get them both back down here. This time you are the dumb one, Jake! Ha! And I think we let you stay up there till tomorrow....I heard it`s going to be really cold this night..."
Okyls smile went even wider as he noticed his third friend coming back from the building – with something in his hand.
"Oh and lookie what we also got now – your clothes! That was pretty dumb to lay around unguarded. Now you even spend the night up there NAKED! Isn`t that what you always wanted, perv ?
And by the way, I don`t care if you wont give us the football back! Don`t even try to bargain over that, letting you rot up there is the best thing ever!"
With that he bursted into laughter, with his friends joining in.
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Jake shrugged in indifferance, a bored expression on his face.
"You really think that you got me trapped up here ? That easily ?"
But he had to admit – that was actually pretty clever. Most other people would be in real trouble now. And he never expected them to come up with such a smart trick. Almost too bad it wasn´t going to work.
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"Don´t act so cool, not even YOU will find a way down there. It`s more than ten meters, if you jump, you die! And you cant climb down on a flat wall either! Admit it, this time you`re trapped!"
Really, what could that jerk possibly do ? Okyl walked a little closer to the wall, now looking almost directly up to Jake. "We see you tomorrow....and if you ask really nice, we let you down again, fag!" With that he turned around, about to walk off with his friends; "Let`s go guys!"
But then he froze – something warm was raining down on his head. "NO WAY!"
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"Sorry, said something ?"
Jake aimed his penis straight down, a big stream of golden liquid running out from his tip.
"Couldn`t hear you over the sound of me wetting, my apologies..."
He simply couldn`t miss that chance.
When he saw Okyl moving closer to the building, he just HAD to do it. After all, that was his signature move...peeing was such a wonderful and creative way to tell his opinion...or just to be naughty. There was nothing like it.
"Mmmh..." he loved it! That feeling of his full bladder emptying, the urine gushing through his uretha, leaving his penis with a loud hissing noise. How good he found that opportunity to empty his bladder, otherwise he would`ve been forced to waste his wonderful urine into a bush like most other people. For him, it was arousing to say the least, causing him to tighten the grip around his cock, squeezing it shut for a few moments and enjoying the soft pain coming from it before he relaxed his hand again.
Great. Now he was really aroused!
The blackhaired male started rubbing his wetting member, making the stream unstable and spray violently all over the edge of the roof – and on himself.
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"YOU ARE SUCH A FREAKY PERVERT!!! I LET YOU ROT UP THERE FOREVER!"
He was soaked. Completly drenched in the urine of that sick bastard. How dare he ? Oh damn, that smell...it was so disgusting and foul, all over his body.
Okyl screamed some more curses up the roof before he ran off to the gym – he had to get that smell off his body, or he was going to puke...and luckily they had some in there.
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Faster...faster!!!
Jake moaned loudly, the sweet tension of lust building up in his lower body as his hand went up and down his throbbing erection, urine spurting out from his tip every time a wail of pleasure escaped his trembling body.
Just a little more...yes...
"Nnnnghh..."
His fingers were flying over his sensitive, wet glans, pee running down his fingers as well.
So close...
The young male closed his eyes, shutting himself off from the world completly, only focusing on the current moment.
"Ahhh..."
He felt the pressure rising inside him, an unresistable force building up at the base of his penis, rising in intensity just as it rose up in his member.
And finally...
"YESSSSSSSS...."
The pressure explodes into his hand in form of a huge, creamy squirt of cum, followed by a second one just moments later and a third, slighty smaller one with some more seconds delay.
Jake let go of his twitching cock, the last, small spurts going all over his body and ran down his smooth, soft skin.
Great...that was just really, really needed.
But now he had something else to take care of – or rather: someONE.
After he made his way down from here of course...like being locked out on the roof of a building would stop him from going anywhere.
Jake guided his steps to the adjacent corner of the roof plattform, taking a quick breath and jumped – for one second, two, three, he glided through the air, high above the ground – and landed on top of the gym.
How useful it had about the same height as the main building and just two meters away.
From there, he climbed down the fire ladder on the side of the gym...finally back on the ground.
And now he could focus all his attention on the people who tried to trap him.
It didn`t mattered that their attempt was rather futile and pointless, he just had to teach them not to mess with him...
Otherwise, it would be just like a few years before, never fighting back and submitting to their will.
He wasn`t going to let that come true again.
"Well well...watch out Okyl...here I come~~~"
And he had a good idea where to find that huge gorilla...
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"I`m going to break EVERY single bone in his body!"
Damn! And he could still smell the urine on his skin, even after spending three entire bottles of shower lotion to wash it off.
"Thar freaking little jerk is going to wish he was never born!"
Okyl slammed the third empty bottle of lotion against the wall and turned off the water – it was no use.
That smell just didn`t wanted to go away, it just as persistant as Jakes arrogant smirk he saw in his mind.
"I KILL HIM!!!!"
Nothing would stop him from doing that deeply justified act. Not even his friends, trying to calm him down...if Brian would say "Take it easy, Boss" just one more time, HE would be the first one to taste his fist. Even before Jake.
Right now, everyone was wetting him off.
The heavy-weighted boy stepped out of the showering stall, grabbed a towel and went over to his locker on the opposite site of the showers before he realized, something was missing.
"Where the fuck are my CLOTHES ?!"
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The answer to that question was already far away. Too far for Okyl at least.
With a wide smirk on his face, Jake looked up the tree and made sure the clothes were impossible to spot from below...indeed, he really hid them almost perfectly.
This would give that low-brained Gorilla a nice time to play hide-and-seek.
And as much the Raven wanted to watch that definitly amusing scene from a distance, he had other things to attend to.
Besides, there were still many other days to come, where he could humiliate that guy.
For now, he was happy to have paid them a lesson – again.
So what next ? It was still just early afternoon and somehow he didn`t knew what to do next.
That was the downside of being a "freak" probably – most others had their friends or gangs to hang out with.
He only had the company of himself. Then again, things never had been different. He always had been alone, even before these times he decided to "fight back" against the others.
And still, he couldn`t get used to it.
That depressing emptyness in his life...yet another reason why he did, what he did.
At least he got peoples attention when he acted weird. He could kick them out of their own boring lifes, shock them and freak them out, just so he could make sure he was still alive.
Jake shrugged as he left the school grounds, aimlessly wandering the streets for about half an hour.
"How lame...you know it`s your own fault you`re alone if you behave like a total retard..."
Great, he was just becoming even more depressed now...thats what he got from listening to his own mind for too long.
He needed to distract himself. Quickly. Just doing SOMEthing, which would keep himself from thinking too much about things he couldnt change...
But before he could do anything else, he first needed a drink.
When was the last time he had some water ? His throat felt uncomfortable and dry.
No suprise with such intense heat and sunlight...
However, how was he supposed to get a drink now ?
Without any money – as usual, he was broke.
But he knew that part of town quite well and it happened that just a few blocks ahead, he would find the perfect solution for his thirst problem – in form of a store.
Not just any store – it was HIS favourite place whenever it came to "organize" something to drink.
Not because of the friendly staff or cheap prices...actually, quite the opposite. Not like he could afford anything from that place anyway.
There probably wasn`t another place in the entire world, trying to make it`s potential customers feel so unwelcome and as some kind of aggravation like that one. The exterior already spoke for itself:
a small, secluded building in the middle of the less popular area of the town with dirty, old windows, paint peeling from the half-rotten door and a rusty, barely readable sign, declaring the whole place as "Mr.Taylors Gen. Store" – it was like everything about this place literally screamed NOT to buy here.
At least the Owner just fitted nicely to that place, Jake knew him quite well. Not in a positive way tho. It was that kind of person who liked to yell at potential customers for coming to his store and not buying anything...and shooting anyone who looked suspicious in Mr. Taylors eyes – which was basically everyone younger than him. He was just a rude and short-tempered old fart.
But that made it easy for Jake to justify it for himself, whenever he had to...organize...a few things.
It was just a fact that his family never had any money. It was the original reason why people bullied him in school...
All those times the other kids asked him if he found his clothes in a dumbster...and they didn`t even knew how right they were.
It was just thanks to his actions, most kids now stopped making these jokes about him.
However, that alone still didn`t changed the fact he was poor. Just like his entire family.
By now he had reached the entrace of the store and took a careful look through the dirty window...he was lucky, there was no one else inside.
Not that he expected anything different. Who in the world would go to this place....except to steal ?
The old storekeeper at the counter was asleep from what he could tell...but Jake knew the doorbell would still wake that guy up from his fragile sleep.
He wouldn`t be Jake tho, if he had to use the door like most other people...
Two quick glances down the street confirmed him that no one else was watching, so he jumped up to the large crate near the entrace, from there he grabbed the sign hanging above the door and swung back himself up so he could grab the ledge and pull himself up the flat roof.
And just as expected, he found the roof hatch wide open...probably the only way to keep the temperature in there below 50 degrees without air condition that place couldn`t afford...neither could Jakes family.
Now he had to be careful...any noise would most likely make Mr.Taylor wake up. And he would immediatly know that Jake didn`t came through the door because otherwise the bell would`ve kicked him out of his dreams before.
From the hatch he gracefully jumped down on the shelfes and from there on the ground – he was skilled enough to do that without any noise, but that would help nothing if someone else would enter this place.
Then again – who on this planet would do that ? Most people ignored that small building in that part of town purposely...and with good reasons.
And without such great opportunity to grab everything he wanted, Jake would do that as well.
Actually, there was just ONE thing here he really wanted – water. Right next to the counter was the only electrical device of that entire place - an icebox full of water, cola and similar drinks. Just what Jake came here for.
Without leaving the man at the counter out of his eyes, the black-haired boy carefully sneaked closer – this was the most dangerous part.
The notoriously short temper of the owner was well-known, even tho no-one usually shopped here...or rather: no one shopped here BECAUSE everyone knew about the bad behavior – combined with the little detail that he never let his shotgun out of his eyes, it made Mr.Taylor an even less predictable person.
Probably, just 120 years ago, during the classical wild-west times, this man would`ve been incredible popular with his business...too bad that in the 21st century, most people didn`t liked some sweaty, 70-year old redneck, pressing a gun into their face, just because they took a second too long to draw their wallet.
"Alright...you can do that..." he whispered to himself in his thoughts, just like he was afraid that thinking a bit too loud would also wake up the lion.
Jakes hand reached deep inside the icy depths, grabbing one large bottle of coke.
Actually, he would`ve preferred water, but putting the coke bottle back carried the risk of colliding it with one of the others, thus creating way too much dangerous noise...and there was no need to pull that risk.
The boy quickly closed the box again and quickly sneaked away from the counter.
Now he finally had the chance to dampen his dry throat.
Not just the chance actually – he HAD to drink it now. Right here. Because there was no way he could climb back to the roof with the bottle in his hand, he needed both arms to swing himself up there. Plus, the pockets on his jeans were way too small...
And that was why he would`ve preferred water; water didn`t contained carbonation and therefor was much easier to drink right away...and without the risk of unwanted burping noises.
He stared through the glass into the dark brown liquid....all at once. That was the only option, there simply was no time.
Nervously he uncapped the bottle, his whole body twitching in chock as he heard the hissing from the gas escaping upon opening.
In panic his eyes wandered to the counter – no reaction, thankfully!
Jake let out a small sigh from relief.
Somehow he was unusually scared today.
It wasn`t the first time he was stealing, not even the first time in this shop.
And he knew what he was doing here...yet, something seemed strange. He felt like something would go completly wrong – very soon.
"Calm down...just calm down..." his voice, even tho it was just a whisper, was shaking and trembling just like his entire body.
Okay, he waited long enough – with a determined expression on his face, he moved the bottle to his lips and started to gulp the sweet liquid down as fast he could, ignoring the uncomfortable cold feeling spreading in his stomach...of course that stuff was still ice cooled.
"Just keep going...keep going..." Jake tried to focus his mind to ignore anything else and keep drinking.
"A little more..."
His eyes noticed how the liquid was becoming less and after one full minute he finished it.
With a supressed moan of relief, he pulled the noe empty bottle away from his mouth, staring at it in disbelief – he just downed fucking 1,5 litres of cola in one go.
Maybe he wasn`t the first person who ever did this, but it still was damn impressive.
Everyone could do it with just a small can of cola. But this was several times bigger.
But it also meant that he had to hurry now. His body would be completly overwhealmed with such huge amount of liquid at once. Without a doubt he would need to pee like crazy...very soon.
And when it came to that, it would be better to be already at the mall.
His eyes wandered up to the hatch, now there was the other tricky part; he had to climb back up there without any noise....unlike before, now there was a big amount of liquid inside his body, weighing him down.
Jake grabbed the upper shelf in front of him, pulling himself up – or at least trying to.
His body was too heavy. Or maybe he was just too weak.
"Come on..." he mumbled, placing his right feet on the lowest shelf, trying to find some space between all the stuff stored in there – the good thing was that these shelfes were tightly screwed to the floor...the bad thing; just one wrong move and something would fall out, creating much unwanted noise.
Another step, second row.
Maybe it was possible to use that thing as some kind of ladder ?
...or maybe not - the third row was completly stuffed up with crates, no space to use it as another stepping stone.
It seemed like there was no other way, he had to jump up there...in that condition.
Jake moaned nervously, instantly forcing himself to shut up again, he was already suspicious enough.
"One..." he gulped, tightening his grip around the top shelf....
"..two..." ...trying to focus all his strength in his arms...
"...and go!" With his teeth gritted together to avoid any noise escaping from his strained body, he managed to pull himself up the shelf and stand on top of them.
Pain was flowing through his muscles and made them feel on fire.
Luckily the second step was much easier; he used the handle from the hatch cover as a step and finally he was back at the roof, panting heavily.
He made it. And he took care of his thrist.
But now he was in the same situation as before:
What should he do with that afternoon ?
Going home to his parents, who didn`t gave a shit about his existance ? No thanks...
If only there was something to-
The sound of approaching voices shook him out of his thoughts; someone was coming.
Jake sighed softly and tried to calm down from the first shock upon hearing them....in the first moment he feared that the shopkeeper woke up and realized the boy on his roof – or even worse, that that boy just broke into his store.
But the voices came from across the street and now he also recognized one of them: Okyl.
And from the sound of it, he still seemed to be quite steamed about that little prank Jake played on him before. Really, that guy seriously needed to chill out a bit, how could anyone freak out about a small "shower" ? Or maybe it was about the clothes Jake decided to hide ?
Now that he thought about it, how did that Neanderthal managed to find his stuff back ?
After all, Jake tried his best to hide it – but he was going to find out. And maybe he could use that opportunity to tease that big idiot a little more.
Quickly he cowered behind some large boxes on the edge of the roof, using that cover to spy down on the almost completly empty street, it would be better if Okyl did not saw him up here...at least not for the moment.
And in the first moment he had to press his hand on his mouth to avoid bursting out in laughter:
Okyl was wearing Brians clothes. Appearantly he didn`t managed to find his own back, so he probably forced his friend to "borrow" his own.
That also explained why Brian wasn`t with him, usually they were hanging out together.
Instead he was together with Cord now and eagerly discussing something.
But that wasn`t the main reason why that scene was so amusing, it was more because Brian – even tho that guy was still quite bulky – didn`t nearly had the same size as his "leader".
And that meant that the clothes were also quite a bit too small for Okyls size, making him look totally hilarious – not only he appearantly had trouble to walk in these much-too-small shoes, the tight fabric of the jeans also seemed to cut deeply into his skin, making him feel quite uncomfortable.
What could possibly make Jake any happier than seeing his greatest opponent in such a situation ?
Just too bad he couldn`t understand them clearly – that was the downside of hiding here, if only he would know what they were planning to do next.
Messing around with Okyl never became boring and only few people deserved it more than him, who tormented Jake for years.
Carefully he tried to listen to their words, but since they already passed the store, the voices just became even lower.
Appearantly there was no choice – he had to follow them.
"Watch out Okyl...I`m not yet done with you..." the black-haired boy mumbled happily as he jumped down from the ceiling and landed on the sidewalk without any noise.
And now, after them...
Great!
Jake sighed in annoyance and shook his head softly to get some hair out of his face, throwing another glance down the mall.
He lost them.
After almost half an hour of sticking to their heels, they suddenly left his view area and vanished into the crowd.
But at least they didn´t realized that he was following them, it was always good to know that his sneaking skills were still as good as always.
What should he do now anyway ? The whole time he hoped for another chance to play a little prank on Okyl, especially in public.
Seemed like he had to wait for another time.
Well, since he was already here, why not look around a little ?
It felt like forever since he had last been at the city center and especially the mall.
Of course, what was the point to hang around in a place like this without any money ?
And with all the security guards and cameras it was also too risky to simply "borrow" something like from the redneck store.
Speaking of that place...the bottle of coke he stole from there was beginning to show it`s effect.
His bladder was sending soft but persistant throbs through his body.
Jake liked that feeling – that slowly growing urge in his lower abdomen.
Just like he enjoyed peeing in general.
Maybe he should just....let go ?
This would definitly give him some attention he seeked all the time.
People would turn around, stare at him in shock as the wet spot on his crotch would grow, the warm liquid run down his legs...and while they were staring, he would enjoy the wonderfull feeling of pleasure and relief....
Arousal filled Jakes body as he spun his thoughts further, combined with growing exitement.
He should do it. Right here. What was he waiting for ?
Another push from his bladder went through him, making his arms and legs tingle.
Okay, enough with that hesitation already, time to find a perfect spot with as many people possible seeing him.
But in that very moment, he noticed someone bulky entering a nearby store -
"Okyl.."
So maybe he could get another chance after all ?!
Edited January 27, 2013 by YaoiOmoFanatic
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The sequel to the Mansion Accident, this story follows Claire Redfield at first, but at some points will follow other characters as well. In here, my fiction twist is that in order to cure a zombie bite, one must mix an Arklay herb in a bottle of water and finish the entire bottle.
Raccoon City, it seemed serene enough. It was one’s typical American urban locale. Twenty story buildings, various diners, gas stations, a fancy hotel... everything one might expect. As Claire rode her motorcycle down the Raccoon City streets, she marveled at the magnificence of the city. There was only one thing it lacked compared to other cities. One very vital thing that should be present in any city: People.
The streets were virtually empty. Not a single soul was walking along the sidewalk. No cars or trucks were driving down the roads. Even the nearby shops were empty. It was the most peculiar thing. Perhaps her brother’s disappearance was somehow connected to this? Claire’s brow furrowed in confusion. Why would a place as heavily populated as Raccoon City be deserted?
Claire finally stopped at a nearby diner. Something seemed to be moving around inside, and quite frankly Claire was simply hoping for some sign of life in the still city.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” She asked aloud as she opened the glass door.
Something seemed amiss. She cautiously stepped in, putting her foot down softly onto the tile floor. She looked at the bar, where drinks a meals sat unfinished. It was as if everyone had simply gotten up and left in the middle of things. It was the most puzzling circumstance.
Then Claire listened. A soft slurping sound could be heard around the corner, like the sound of an animal feeding on a fresh kill. Claire’s pulse seemed to spike. Something about this just rubbed her wrong. As carefully as she could, she crept around the corner. Two people were there, one lay on the ground while the other was crouched over him. Claire looked closely, and she saw that the person who was laying down, his chest was torn open, organs and bones exposed. The other person... was he eating the corpse!? Claire gagged, then coughed. It was horrid.
Then the person turned around. He must have heard her! He slowly stood up and Claire gasped upon looking at his... or rather it’s face. It’s flesh, rotted and putrid, it’s eyes white as a bone worm, and its mouth hung open with a ravenous hunger. It raised its arms, made a terrible moan and started toward Claire.
“I-I’m sorry to have disturbed you...” she stuttered. She began to step back, but the warped human kept coming closer, those bloodied teeth and hands reaching for her. “Stay back!” She yelled, but it did not hear her. When it as nearly centimeters away, it reached out and tried to grab her. On instinct, Claire ducked under it’s arms and made a run for the door. She skidded to a halt. Outside, dozens of people, of similar appearance to her attacker had gathered. All making the same hideous moan. All shambling towards the diner with a desire for human flesh.
Claire immediately turned around and headed for the back door, breaking into a full sprint. She burst through the door and came face-to-face with the barrel of a gun. A man, mid-twenties, blonde hair, police uniform, stood there with a very grim look on his face.
Claire raised her hands and stepped backward, “W-wait! Don’t shoot! I’m human!”
“Get down!” he yelled.
Without thinking, Claire hit the pavement. The man fired three shots, and she heard the sound of a body falling. Claire looked behind her, and the zombie was face first in the cement steps of the diner. She looked back up at the police officer. His hand was open and extended toward her.
“Come on! We have to get out of here!”
Claire gave him her hand, he pulled her up and they ran. They both just wanted to get as far away as possible from that place, and their flight lead them to police car.
“Get in!” The two of them jumped into the car, the officer into the drivers seat. He started up the car and jammed in the gas pedal.
“What’s going on in this town?” Claire asked in a panicked tone.
“I don’t know. I just got here and the whole town was crawling with these... zombies.” he responded. He was surprisingly cool and level-headed considering the situation.
“You’re a cop?”
He nodded. “First day on the job. My name’s Leon S. Kennedy.”
“Claire Redfield. I’m here looking for brother, Chris. He said he had gotten back from some assignment at a mansion a few months ago and I haven’t heard from him since.”
“I don’t know about that. All I know is that this town is overrun with undead.” He turned the corner and pickup as much speed as he could. The streets were absolutely packed with those things. “Open the glove compartment.”
Claire opened the compartment. “A gun?” A typical police sidearm, it looked like, along with a few extra magazines for it.
“You may need it.”
Claire picked up the weapon and loaded it. Pulled back the slide and heard the click as one round readied itself for use. She looked at the gun, it was the first time she had ever held one, and was probably the first time she would use it. It was... disconcerting. She turned to Leon to ask him something, but before she could utter a word. Someone from the back of the car sprang up, making a grab for her.
She screamed. The zombie grabbed her by the shoulder and bit her. She fought, but its had a grip of iron.
Leon then drew his gun, put into the creature’s jaw and fired. Claire moved her head to side as blood and brains splattered the car window.
Leon struggled to regain control of the car. He took his hands off the wheel for only a moment, but the car banked hard, and they slammed into a brick wall.
Claire shook her head, clearing the disorientation. She then looked at the bite wound in her arm. Claire could almost feel something inside her. She was infected. She knew it.
Leon saw the wound. He took a bottle of water from the cup holder in the car, and unscrewed the lid. He then took a small plant from his shirt pocket, scrunched it up and put it into the water. He shook the bottle hard, letting the ground plant dissolve into the liquid.
“Drink this.” he handed Claire the bottle. “The herbs that grow in the Arklay mountains are supposed to have healing and cleansing properties. It should get any infection out of your system.”
Without question, Claire took the bottle and began to drink. And she drank and she drank. In only a few seconds, the 500 ml bottle was empty. It wasn’t tasty, but Claire felt purified. She knew her body was free of the disease. “Thanks, Leon.”
“Sure.” he nodded. “I was thinking, we should probably-” Leon paused. He looked over at the brick wall, which was steadily getting brighter. The source of light coming from behind, he looked through rear window. The giant headlights of big semi truck was speeding towards them.
“That maniac’s going to ram us!” Claire shouted.
The two of them, as fast as they could move, opened the doors and dived out of the way. The truck slammed into the car at full speed. It’s oil tank ignited, causing a massive explosion of fire and debris.
“Unggh...” Claire moaned. Her ears were still ringing from the loud sound. She staggered, but tried to stand up. She was still shaken from the event, but she had to get ahold of herself if she was going to survive this.
“Claire!” she could hear Leon’s voice from the other side of the wreckage.
“Leon!”
“Head for the police station! I’ll meet you there!”
She gathered herself. Several more of the zombies had taken notice of the flaming wreck and were heading towards her. Claire took aim for the nearest one and fired.
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Claire burst through the police station’s doors, turned, slammed them shut, then locked them. She picked up a broken metal pipe as well, and stuck it through the door handles. Hopefully, Leon was already here, but she couldn’t risk the zombies getting in. She looked around, the station was empty, no souls in sight.
Subconsciously, Claire found her hand had somehow made its way to her crotch. Pressure had begun to build in her lower body, all that water had made its way through her system.
“My fault for having a fast metabolism, I guess.” she said to herself. It was a police station, though. With any luck, a bathroom would present itself. She tried the nearest door; locked. She tried the next nearest door; also locked. Anxiety began to well up within Claire.
“I had better not be trapped in here!” she said. There was one door left. She turned the knob, and the door opened. She came to an office, desks were placed everywhere as barricades, and the floor was littered with spent bullet casings. Bodies lay all over the room. It seemed the police made a stand here... and didn’t make it.
Claire listened, and she heard heavy breathing from across the room. A police officer, sat against the wall clutching a chest wound.
“Are you all right?” Claire ran over to the officer.
“Who... who are you?” he wheezed.
“My name is Claire Redfield. Have you seen my brother, Chris?”
The officer grunted in pain. “He disappeared a few weeks ago. After the incident at the Arklay Mansion, he, Jill, Barry, Brad and Rebecca came back trying to tell everyone that Umbrella Inc. was responsible for what happened, but no one would listen. We all thought they were nuts, all these reports on zombies and giant animals.” the wounded officer managed a small chuckle, “Shows how smart we were...”
Claire shifted where she stood, her thighs rubbing together slightly. “How did this happen?”
“Not sure. One day, we were finding a few bodies in the streets, then there’s rumors of monsters, and the next thing we know, the town is crawling with zombies.” he coughed hard, then pulled a card out of his jacket pocket. “Here. Take this.” he handed the card to Claire. “Use it and get out of here!”
“What about you?”
“I’m finished.” He aimed his gun at Claire. “Go on... get out of here!”
Claire was about to protest, but knew she couldn’t do anything. “I’ll be back for you.” and she left the way she came. As she left, she heard the door lock behind her. Upsetting, and on top of it all, she still needed to pee.
Pushing through the pain, she went over to the computer at the front desk. She slid the card through the reader, and the remaining doors unlocked with a resounding click! Her hand on crotch, she moved for the door.
A few zombies were waiting on the other side, Claire quickly dispatched them. The entire place was a mess, covered in loose papers and knocked over chairs. While survival was taking precedence, the need to urinate was making itself more prominent. Claire made a soft whine, it was like she had a cork in place, and something was trying to force its way out. The pressure raging against the walls of its prison, she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. She continued on down a ruined hallway, when she saw a sign. The universal sign for men’s and women’s bathrooms. Joy filled her up, until something moved along the window. She stopped and looked around, her gun held in ready position. The faint sound of claws could be heard scraping against the wood of the walls and the soft squish of flesh dragging against it. Claire quietly crept forward, though her bladder was becoming increasingly impatient. Her ability to hold it was weakening with each passing second.
Then she stopped. Blood was dripping from the ceiling, and she could hear a rather sinister hiss! It sounded like breathing. She looked upward to see this fleshy creature attached to the ceiling. It’s head was nothing more than a brain and huge maw with extra sharp teeth, resembling thin daggers. It crawled on all fours, each appendage having gigantic claws protruding from it.
The monster seemed to be looking right through Claire. It shrieked, the dropped to the floor. It stood right in front of her, and Claire was sure she was going to die here. She was paralyzed in fear, her eyes shut tight.
“Oh, damn it!” she whispered.
Claire felt warm fluid begin to cover her crotch. The immense pressure she once felt began to lessen, and a faint hiss could be heard coming from her pants. She held her breath, as that warm fluid began to flow down her legs, and seeped into her boots. It felt undeniably good to be rid of that feeling, but the feeling of relief was quickly replaced by humiliation. She, a grown woman, had peed her pants.
The creature seemed alert to sound of Claire’s urine spraying the interior of her panties. Though it was beginning to walk off, the hiss! of her pee was audible enough. The creature shrieked again and raised its giant claw. Though unfinished peeing, Claire raised her weapon. The creature leapt into the air and Claire fired. The bullet struck the creature’s exposed heart, killing it instantly. She stepped to the side, and watched as the creature crashed into the floor.
Claire sighed and emptied the rest of her bladder. Her red leather unitard was soaked. Claire sat down on a nearby chair and began to unbuckle her boots. She removed one and held it upside down, letting the pooled urine fall out onto the floor. She did the same with the other boot. Looking at the floor, she was astounded that she had left so large a puddle. Her face turned bright red, but she had to continue on. Claire put her boots back on and pressed forward.
Next: Leon S. Kennedy |
Chapter 2
Claire entered the hallway to find two more zombies, but they were chasing someone. A child, a girl in a white school uniform with a blue skirt was huddled in the corner with the walking corpses drawing ever closer.
“Help me!” she cried.
Claire took her gun and aimed at the zombies’ heads. One shot a piece and the creatures were down. She ran over to the girl, her arms over head in fear, Claire reached out to ease the girl’s anxiety.
“No! Go away!” The short, blonde-haired girl yelled.
“It’s okay! I’m not a zombie!” Claire assured her.
The girl looked up at Claire, the tension in her eyes had begun to lessen, but not much. Whatever this girl went through had her traumatized. “My name’s Claire. What’s yours?”
“S-Sherry... Sherry Birkin.” She sniffled.
“What are you doing here by yourself, Sherry? Where are your parents?”
“I don’t know...” Sherry whimpered. “My mom told me to go here when the monsters started appearing.”
Claire put a hand on Sherry’s shoulder. “Well you’re safe now. Stay with me, I’ll protect you.”
Sherry managed a faint smile. She stood up, ready to hug Claire when she began sniffing. This wasn’t a sniff of fear or grief though. The younger girl looked down near Claire’s hips. Her right brow went straight up. “Claire... did you...?”
“I don’t even want to discuss it.” Claire said dryly, “Let’s just say grown-ups can get scared too and leave it at that.” She could almost feel her face turning red. How embarrassing it was, having to explain to a child why she peed in her own pants.
“Okay...” Sherry seemed slightly amused by the fact an adult woman could wet herself.
Claire turned her head, “Let’s just find a way out of here. We can’t stay in the police station, it’s not safe.”
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As they searched the police station, the two finally made their way to a basement. The soft pitter-patter of foot steps could be heard around the corner.
“Stay close to me, Sherry.” Claire put her arm in front of the girl.
The foot steps were too light to belong to a person. This sounded more like... an animal. Claire readied her weapon, held her breath, then turned the corner. A dog was there, about ten meters away, it’s eyes white and it’s flesh rotting like every other zombie she had encountered. It saw Claire and quickly growled, showing its teeth in hunger. Then it broke into a sprint. Claire aimed and opened fire on the creature. The first shot missed, striking the brick wall in the back, the second shot missed, rupturing a water pipe, the third shot hit the dog in side. It yelped in pain and stumbled, but its dash wasn’t slowed. The dog leapt into the air, its maw wide open, poised for the kill. Claire fired one more time. The shot went clear through the zombified animal’s head, halting it aerial velocity. The carcass slammed into the floor and ceased all movement.
Claire exhaled. The looked over at the pipe she hit. Clean water was pouring from it, and under the pipe, a familiar plant was sitting in pot. It was one of those herbs that Leon has shown her. Claire ran over to the ruptured pipe and picked up the plant, taking a few leaves form it. Behind her, it looked like the coroner’s table for the station. A canteen was sitting there, unused. Claire picked it up, filled it with water from the broken pipe, then grounded up a few of the leaves and dropped them into the canteen.
Sherry looked confused. Claire walked over to her and showed her the canteen. “These herbs can counteract the virus that turns people into zombies. If you get bit by one, just drink this.” Sherry nodded in understanding. Claire smiled, it was good to see that this girl actually kept pretty cool, under the circumstances, but the sooner they got out the better. Claire looked around and found a double door. A sign next to it said “water treatment plant”.
Good. Claire thought. Maybe we can leave here without having to go through the infested streets. Claire pulled on the handle but the door wouldn’t budge. She looked in the top corner of the door to see the red light of an electronic lock. Below it, a card key reader. “Looks like we’ll have to find that key or find another way out.” Claire commented.
Claire and Sherry continued on, until they hit a dead end. “Great.” Claire sighed, “Now what?”
Claire leaned on the wall then slumped to the floor. She had been running for what felt like hours, and welcomed the chance to sit down. Meanwhile, Sherry looked around, noticing a broken grating near the floor. On the other side was a narrow alley that lead into the treatment plant.
“Claire!” Sherry exclaimed and pointed at the hole in the wall. “Look! I can get through that!”
Claire looked over at what Sherry was indicating. “Oh!” She said in surprise. Claire’s excitement then dropped. There was no way she was fitting through that little opening.
Sherry seemed to observe this as well, but her enthusiasm remained. “I can go through, and I’ll find the key!”
“No, Sherry!” Claire responded. “It’s way too dangerous!”
“We don’t have a choice! We can’t stay here; you said!” Sherry protested aloud. The young girl took the initiative. She slid through the grating and dropped to the floor.
“Sherry, No!”
“I’ll be all right, Claire! I can take care of myself!” Sherry reassured her.
Claire sighed in frustration. “All right, the take this with you.” She threw the girl the canteen she had put the herbs into. “You know what to do if you get bitten.”
Sherry took the canteen and nodded. “I’ll be careful, don’t worry!”
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As quietly as she could, Sherry opened the door. She peered outside to see what was there. Two more of those zombie dogs were stalking the area, their mouths drooling from their intense, insatiable hunger. Sherry saw the door on the other side though. If there was a key, it was probably on that side. The girl swallowed hard. There was only one way through. She carefully tip-toed, being as careful as she could not to alert the undead canines. Sherry took about five steps when a loud slam! of metal hitting metal resounded. Sherry forgot to close the door behind her, and it shut on its own.
The dogs’ ears perked up. They looked over to see what had made the noise, seeing the little girl. With a voracious snarl, they began scampering over to Sherry.
Sherry didn’t panic. She couldn’t. Claire was depending on her. As the first dog made a running leap at her, Sherry ducked to the side, and the dog missed her completely, crashing hard into the chain link fence behind her. Sherry ran for the door, as fast as she could, then something grabbed her leg and she fell. Sherry felt four sharp objects pierce her ankle, as the thing that grabbed her clamped down on her leg. Sherry screamed, trying to shake the dog off. She finally used her free leg to kick the animal in the snout. It yelped, and Sherry wasted no time. She limped to the door fast, and closed it as quickly as she opened it. She felt the door jolt twice as two objects crashed into it. Sherry fell to the ground. She looked at her ankle. A huge bite mark, not too much blood though. Then Sherry remembered. A bite from a zombie, even a zombie dog, would cause infection. Sherry quickly took the canteen of water and began drinking its contents. Not the tastiest thing, but Sherry felt better almost instantly.
She got up and searched the room. There, on a nearby overflow control panel lay a red card. “That must be it.” Sherry said to herself. She picked up the card and put it in the pocket of her shirt. She then looked over at the door. “There is no way I’m going back that way.” Sherry searched the room hoping to find another way out. She could hear a familiar moan from across the room...
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Claire began pacing. It had been over a half-hour since Sherry left. She began to fret. She couldn’t forgive herself if that girl got killed trying to find the card key.
“Argh! I should have just tried the streets! I should never have let her go!” Claire shouted. She kicked a nearby empty can across the room. As the can flew, it struck a weapons locker, and the door slid open. Inside was something that would come in extremely handy: a grenade launcher!
“Finally, something good happens!” Claire ran over to the locker and picked up the launcher. It came with six rounds and a strap. Claire fixed the strap to the launcher and slung the weapon over her shoulder. Just as she did that, a small hand tugged at her jacket. Claire jumped, drew her gun and pointed. There was Sherry, undaunted and had a prideful smile on her face.
“I did it, Claire! I found the card!”
Claire sighed in relief. “Thank goodness! I thought-” She looked down at Sherry’s ankle. “You’re hurt!”
“It’s fine, Claire. I drank all the water and I began to feel better, just like you said.” Sherry reassured her.
Sherry had her legs crossed as she stood there. While she was happy she had accomplished her mission, the water passed through her system quickly. “Let’s get out of here, Claire.”
They proceeded through the treatment plant, but as time passed, Sherry’s discomfort grew more intense. Walking was becoming difficult, and the pressure build-up in her hips was proving to be a big distraction. Pain filled her... private area, and a small whimper escaped Sherry’s mouth.
“You okay?” Claire asked.
“Um... yeah... just nervous.” Sherry responded. Her knees were beginning to feel weak, and her hand went between her legs, tucking her skirt. “A-actually Claire... I really need to go to the bathroom.”
Sherry’s eyes then widened. She felt her lower body muscles loosen for only a moment, and she felt fluid escape her body, and spill into her panties. She regained control, but that little bit of warm liquid spreading in her underwear had her on edge.
Claire nodded in understanding. “All right, we’ll look around but there might not be anything.”
Sherry whined audibly. Her hand was tight on her crotch now. They kept on going, the moans, growls and footsteps of many kinds monsters constantly sounding.
Claire opened the next door which lead to a small office. She scanned the room with her gun. “All clear.” Her and Sherry walked in, and they both immediately noticed the universal sign for restroom, a simplistic male and female figure next to each other. “There, Sherry!” She ran over to the bathroom door and motioned Sherry over. “Come on, quickly!”
“Claire... I...” Sherry made a soft, but long whine through her nose. Her face was a highly noticeable red. Claire looked down at the girl’s skirt. A wet spot was beginning to form near the crotch area of her skirt, yellow fluid was pouring out from under her, and a puddle was quickly expanding below her on the concrete floor.
“Oh... too late...”
Sherry just stood there, hands at her sides, urine flowing out from under her. A tear formed at the girl’s left eye, followed by a sniffle. “I... I’m sorry... I couldn’t... (sniff)...”
“Aw, Sherry... don’t worry.” Claire walked over and hugged the distraught girl, despite the fact she hadn’t finished peeing. “Well now we’ve both done it, so don’t feel bad.”
Sherry wiped the tears from her eyes. “Thanks...” Somehow, knowing Claire had done the same thing brought a little comfort. She looked up at Claire, who smiled and shrugged her shoulders. They both laughed the accident off.
“All right, Sherry. I think it’s time to leave this awful place.”
The next segment will be about Leon and Ada. |
I am resurrecting a multi-part story I wrote about ten years ago that I don't think I ever shared with the fetish community and that got lost in the shuffle of multiple computer failures over the years. I still had my old storyboard for this one, which I have revamped and expanded a bit, and I'm rewriting it over time and posting the parts as I finish them.
This is a fanfiction in the universe of the 90s/00s sitcom "Friends" involving our shared interest. I've entitled the story "The One with the Wet Rumors" in an homage to the Friends naming convention.
CHAPTER 1: Monica's Discovery
Her sanctuary hummed with perfect order – that fifth floor walk-up in the heart of Manhattan that’d been home to the Gellar girls since 1959. Monica smiled and glanced up from her magazine at the apartment; not the same as it had always been, now that Chandler had moved in. Normally, such changes wouldn’t sit well with someone as high-maintenance as her; but just as Chandler had seemed to fall perfectly into her arms in London, the changes he brought to her home seemed to flow perfectly into her heart. They’d had a few minor skirmishes along the way, and there was the hideous leather Barker Lounger she’d made space for in her increasingly eclectic living room. But on the whole, his arrival had seemed easier than she thought possible.
She hated that Barker Lounger 22 hours a day, but there was a small period each afternoon when she took a seat in the beastly contraption in order to enjoy her little secret ritual. This deeply personal game was easier to hide now that all of her friends were gainfully employed with day jobs while she worked evenings as a head chef at Alisandro’s. There’d been times when she was the lunch chef at that wretched little 50s themed diner or when her old roommate Rachel worked only in the mornings or evenings at Central Perk and her apartment was constantly filled with her friends – especially Phoebe and Joey, who’d had trouble staying employed. In those days, it was a challenge to test her will power at all, and when she did, she was always gambling on being noticed and having to give up prematurely and make a trip to the bathroom. All great athletes thirst for the fire of competition – some men pound weights so they can hit a small white ball hundreds of feet, others fight for goofy trophies in colorful helmets and bulky body armor, but Monica’s was the purest competition of all. It was her against herself – her favorite kind of battle – and better yet, it was her against an irresistible force of nature. Like she did every afternoon at three, Monica badly needed to pee.
Through the many years she’d been playing this little game and keeping score in oh so many ways, she’d never been found out. There’d been a few close calls. She’d gambled once while the friends were gathered to watch ‘Days of Our Lives’, only to find out that Joey had been killed off and the group had to dash over to his apartment to console him, leaving her no time to pee and on the verge of a spectacular accident outside his locked apartment door. In her college years, she always waited as long as she could stand it at parties, and had even wet her panties once, but she hid the evidence in a really old bean bag chair and if anyone noticed, it never got back to her. And in high school, where this all began, all eyes were on the beautiful people – girls like Rachel – and not on poor Monica, who, at the time, was more than a bit rotund. She’d learned to love challenging her bladder during long, dull afternoons in math and history classes. The bathrooms at Lincoln High were always filthy and there was no way she was ever going to sit on one of those toilets, so she always held it until she got home, at first out of necessity, but eventually, it became her favorite part of the day.
The throbbing, tingling sensation between her legs reminded her why she loved this game so much. She could feel her parts growing damp as the tantalizing pressure increased in her pelvis. She knew the stages so intimately after ten years of mastering her technique and pushing the envelope when she really wanted a challenge.
First, she’d feel that gentle pressure as her body registered a need, then there’d be a brief period where it felt like she was going to explode if she didn’t go immediately – she’d have to fidget in her seat and cross her legs for a little while until her body got the message: “I’m in control here, not you!” Then, for a good hour, the urges from her bladder would become steadier and easier to ignore – just a dull ache and the occasional little wave of tingling that made her heart skip a beat. If she went on ignoring it for long enough, she’d feel her insides heating up, as though someone had lit a fire between her hips, and her pulse would quicken with each wave of ever-increasing urgency. Her sphincter would begin to burn and she’d start sweating just a little around her forehead and underarms. Generally speaking, she’d go on holding her pee until it reached a point where she couldn’t relax even a tiny bit between desperate pulses of her distended bladder and she felt her muscles begin to tremor at the strain of keeping all that gold locked up. Then she’d get up from the Barker Lounger – no sense gambling on her grandmother’s antique couch. If something went wrong, the Barker Lounger would have to go…and wouldn’t that be a shame! If she was alone, she’d run for the toilet grabbing her crotch as she went – not so much to stem the flow as to feel the fabric of her panties grinding against her throbbing lips as she hobbled. With company, she prided herself on quite demurely and calmly walking to the bathroom while inside, she was dying for release. And oh that release…it was always glorious, and if no one could hear her, she’d let herself moan and pant like a dog in heat until the flow slowed to a trickle. Oh the fun she’d had all those years. Oh the fun she was going to have today.
She’d decided to test her abilities a bit more than usual. Generally, these days, she’d have two of those giant mugs of coffee at Central Perk while eating lunch with the gang, then head upstairs and chase the coffee with one or two glasses of water and settle in for the ride. Today, however, she had her usual coffee plus a diet coke at lunch (this time at Café Maurice, since she was entertaining the troops from Alisandro’s in an attempt to make peace with the staff) and two bottles of water between Brooklyn and her living room. That was a lot of fluid for such a small person, and she was determined to make it all the way to 4 PM like she always did. If she couldn’t even control her own bladder, what could she control?
Speaking of controlling herself, she was forced to press her crossed legs more tightly together and her hand balled involuntarily into a white-knuckled fist for a moment as she tried to concentrate on her People Magazine. Who did that article say was dating Angelina Jolie? Sean Penn or Penn and Teller? She laughed at that thought…and at the realization that she’d been ‘reading’ for at least the last twenty minutes and couldn’t remember a word of it. Perhaps that was a bad sign. She didn’t usually lose her focus until at least 3:30, and it was hardly 3:10 yet. “Oh boy…” she suddenly said through clenched teeth as another pulse hit her. “Not yet!” she hissed at herself as she caught her breath. It was game on, now!
Why had she chosen skinny jeans today? They made her look svelte and athletic, but she knew she wanted a good challenge. “Well, gonna have to unbutton,” she thought to herself as her fingers battled the tight little button atop the waistband of her designer jeans. When it finally came loose she sharply inhaled and let it go with a satisfied puff through pursed lips.
“Oh yeah,” she whispered. “Thank God.” The pressure eased off for a moment and she turned her attention back to her magazine in a futile effort to keep her mind off her bladder. “Billy Bob Thornton! Where’d I get Sean Penn from?” she chuckled out loud. “Oh…that ad for ‘Up at the Villa’,” she concluded with a nod. She felt a twinge in her bladder, just enough to make her hold her breath to stop from laughing. “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee,” she chanted for a bit while her insides quivered and her pee hole burned…without even thinking about it, she ran her hand rapid fire over her crotch as though she were trying to start a fire there and frantically bobbed her top leg a few times before the pain subsided. “Oooh…” she grunted, as if to punctuate that spasm.
It was happening way faster than she’d intended. There was no way she was going to make it to four at this rate. “No, damn it! I am not a quitter!” she scolded herself, a bit more loudly than she’d intended. But sitting down wasn’t helping, so she got up and paced uncomfortably around her coffee table. “Thank God Ugly Naked Guy doesn’t still live across the street,” she murmured. “And thank God Ross isn’t still on sabbatical!” With the apartment across the way empty, there was no one to see her desperate battle.
She was fast approaching the point where she would normally give in and head for the bathroom – there were no steps in her playbook beyond this point. She had no idea what would happen if she tried to last another fifty minutes. But one thing was for sure, the thought of that bathroom was a mistake. She quickly stopped her pacing and doubled over, clamping down on her groin with both hands and both thighs. “That was different,” she said to no one in particular. The burning and throbbing she knew was slowly being replaced by a strange new electric storm in her nether regions; this despite the undeniable pain above. “Oh lord…oh God…” she grunted as another shock-wave stiffened her legs.
“I really can’t do this,” she said as the urgency diminished for a few precious seconds. Just as she made a beeline for the bathroom, however, her phone rang – the noise startling her just enough to redouble her agony. “Shit!” she growled. “This better be quick.” She extracted the cordless phone from the base unit by her couch and answered.
“Hello.” The voice on the other end was her mother’s, and her heart sank. “Hi Mom, can I call you right back? I was just in the middle of…” but it was one of those calls. Her mother could not be stopped when she launched into a speech, and this…was definitely a speech. “Mom…Mom…MOM!” A brief moment of silence ensued, followed by an annoyed tone. She felt a bead of sweat forming just left of her left eye and rolling down along her hairline as she stood stock still, every inch of her body shaking with the strain of holding back the flood.
“Mom…I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be rude, you just caught me at a bad time! I swear, I’ll call you right back in five minutes and you can go right on yelling at me.” Ever since her parents had found out about Chandler, they weren’t terribly thrilled with her. They didn’t dislike him, exactly – not since Thanksgiving anyway; they just didn’t think he’d ever propose to her. This was one of those moments where Judy felt like ranting about how Monica needed to get more serious and date someone who was more commitment minded. As if she needed her mother’s opinion on the matter! Yep…she was still talking and Monica wasn’t hearing any of the words at this point. “Mom, please…I just need to do something really quick…”
It was like talking to a wall. While trying not to explode! She’d broken into a full on sweat now, beads dripping from between raven black strands of hair and making her armpits damp. Squatting was her last refuge – there was no trick left to help stave off disaster that she could imagine. All of her might went into squeezing herself shut, the phone barely pinned between her shoulder and her cheek. And on and on, her mother droned. Monica thought she recognized the all too familiar warning, “You’re not getting any younger.” But otherwise, this might as well have been the horn from peanuts. “Wah wah wah…waaahhh.”
“Mom…pleeeease…just…ooh…I can’t…” she sucked in her breath and held it for a few more seconds, but somehow, as a tiny trickle of pee slipped through her swollen lips, she knew that when she dared let that breath go, she was done for. With her last ounce of strength, stopped that little leak and let the phone fall from her shoulder – her mother would have to go on talking to thin air. As she exhaled, a deep moan forced its way out of her. “Oh goooodddddddd…” and the dam broke with a furious hiss that instantly darkened her form-fitting jeans and rushed down her thighs. She tried to stand and race for the bathroom, but the exhaustion of holding for so long made her legs shaky and she fell off to the left, the impact quickening the flow of hot pee into her pants. Like a woman possessed, she gave up trying for the bathroom, threw her head back and moaned for joy at the immense relief of fully relaxing and letting it go. “Oooohhh yess…yesss…oh…oh lord…”
Her unthinking hand reached under the waistband of her jeans and found its way to her sopping wet womanhood, instinctively stroking every crevice even as pee rushed through her fingers and pooled under her butt on the hardwood floor. Somewhere, distantly, over the rush of her heart beating monstrously in her ears, she could still hear her mother’s voice nagging her cluelessly through the phone. And for the first time since she was old enough to understand, she didn’t care.
Her flow became a trickle, then a few quick squirts as she pushed to empty her bladder fully, and then it was over. And then her fingers moved more quickly, probing and searching for another kind of release. Oblivious to the footsteps in the hall, she groaned again and stroked her much flatter stomach with her free hand as she grew ever closer to orgasm.
“Hey, Monica, can I borrow your OH MY GOD!!” The world froze and Monica’s mind – gone for the last ten minutes – lurched back into place between her ears. “Oh my!” the voice said suggestively. Terror was all she could fathom. |
The muse was still with me...so I'll continue on with chapter two:
Chapter 2) Trying Anything Once
Phoebe stood in the doorway to Monica’s apartment watching in disbelief as Monica gingerly slipped a trembling hand out from under the waistband of her unbuttoned and thoroughly soaked pants. Although she’d always been in relationships with men, she had to admit that, on a few occasions, women had inspired a wilder side of her that was hard to explain. But standing over Monica in this compromising pose made her swallow hard and clear her throat. Monica, meanwhile, picked herself and the phone up off the floor, wobbling to a standing posture, sweat dripping from her hair and her face red as a maple leaf in fall. “Mom…I’ll call you later,” she croaked, and then hung up on her mother without another word.
“I had no idea…” Phoebe started, but Monica was quick to interrupt and go on the defensive.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you ever knock?!”
“Rachel broke our phone...OK I broke it, but it was totally her fault, she counted to ten too fast!”
“What?” Monica barked. She was legitimately confused, but was hoping to use this tangent to buy herself time to think of an explanation. “Oh God,” she thought. “How can I possibly explain this?”
“For tag! She was giving me a head start, but the phone rang and I dropped it!”
“Again…what??” Monica answered blankly, still flushed with embarrassment and unspent sexual energy and still desperately trying to come up with a plausible explanation for how she came to be in this state.
“Never mind…sorry…I just wanted to borrow your phone to check my messages and…I hardly think that’s the point right now,” she smirked. “So…what exactly were ya doin’ there, Mon?”
“It’s not how it looks!” (oh God…what now??) “I was reading and I got up to go and then the phone and my Mom just would not shut up and I couldn’t hold it anymore and what business is it of yours anyway!” She got squeakier and squeakier as she babbled her way through the humiliation. By the end, she was starting to hyperventilate. “Oh God! The one time this happens and you had to walk in!”
“Monica…Monica…MON! Relax, please. Breathe! It’s oh-kay.” Phoebe reached out and grabbed Monica by the shoulders to rope her in a bit. A tear formed in the corner of Monica’s eye as she tried to take deeper breaths. “I won’t tell, I promise.”
“Really? You mean that?”
“I swear on my Grandma’s ashes…which…where did I put those, anyway?” Her random trail of thoughts was interrupted by Monica hugging her without thinking. She pulled back instinctively to avoid getting her skirt wet. “Whoa…remember?” she asked, waving her hand toward Monica’s still dripping pants.
“Sorry,” she muttered, breathing a bit easier. “I’ll just go wash up. Maybe you ought to go over to Joey’s to check your machine. It’s a mess in here.”
“You’re not kidding!” Phoebe echoed, scanning the massive puddle on the floor behind the couch. “How bad did you have to pee, anyway? I don’t think I’ve ever gone that much.” The last line she called out more loudly as Monica turned and disappeared into her bedroom, still shaking a bit as she walked unsteadily out of sight.
“You have no idea!” Monica called back through the closed door. “I don’t know how it got so bad!” The distinct smell of pee was beginning to fill the living room as Phoebe curiously approached the scene of the crime.
Her next question would have to be creatively worded, she thought, or Monica would probably clam up and she’d never know what was really going on in here when she arrived. “Oh my God, that must have felt so good to get all of that out of you!” The door burst open and Monica emerged, wrapped in towels and holding some bath salts. The expression on her face was an odd mixture of anger and guilt.
“What are you talking about? It was horrible.”
“I know, I know…but still, when you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go, am I right?”
“You know what? I need to have this place – and myself – cleaned up before I go to work and Chandler gets home, so why don’t you just scoot on over to Joey’s apartment and get out of my way, OK? OK!” She grabbed Phoebe by the arm and yanked her over to the door. A quick flip of her wrist and Phoebe was back in the hall and the door slammed shut.
“Well done, Phoebes. Excellent detective work.” She pouted at the door and then turned to the door on the opposite side of the hall, knocking twice. Joey appeared a second later, and just as he was about to speak, Monica opened her door a crack and peered outside.
“Oh and Phoebe – I hope, for your sake, that you keep your promises.” The door snapped shut again.
“What was that about?” Joey asked. Some tiny part of Phoebe wanted to rat her out, but she thought better of it.
“That time of the month, I guess.” Joey put both hands up as if she’d pointed a gun at his chest.
“Whoa! Say no more. Please.”
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By the time Phoebe returned home from playing a set at Central Perk that evening, she’d replayed the events of the afternoon a dozen times in her head. She found herself fascinated by the entire experience – the look of raw passion in Monica’s eyes when she’d arrived, the over the top emotions, the smell, the denials. It all seemed to paint a picture of something big that Monica didn’t want to admit. And here’s the thing. Phoebe didn’t like missing out on all the fun.
Her mind was racing as she turned the key in the lock and stepped into her apartment. “Rach! Rachel! You home?” There was no answer, meaning Rachel must still be out on her date – Kenneth, Phoebe thought. He seemed like a real bore when she’d met him, but hey, Rachel was still out, so he couldn’t be all bad. And this meant that the apartment was clear. Thanking her lucky stars, she kicked off her floppy shoes and plucked a couple of her extraneous rings off of her fingers. “Well well…time to see what all the fuss was about.”
She popped into her bedroom for a moment and dropped her scarf, shawl and purse on the chair by her mirror. Having just leaked into January, it was freezing outside, so she was in winter weight stockings, a long skirt and a cute little sweater she’d nipped from Rachel’s closet that was a perfect match. But now that she was home and warm, she pulled the sweater and undershirt over her head and hocked them into her clothes hamper in one tangled ball, then got to work slipping off her skirt and shimmying her way out of her stockings. They too found their way to the hamper and her bra wasn’t far behind. Normally, this would be “naked alone time” and she’d take her panties off before ducking into the bathroom, but not today. Today she had other ideas – ideas that were making her more than a bit giddy. After all, it wasn’t often that she found a new way to spice up her fantasy life these days. Whenever she learned a new trick, she tried it at least once to see if it worked for her and she’d thought she was running out of new tricks to learn.
That look on Monica’s face – the only other time she’d seen Monica so hungry, she was across the street at Ross’s place and trying to keep him from noticing Chandler and Monica doing it in the living room. This had to be good! She ran her hands over her bare chest for a moment, lighting a fire within so that she might properly enjoy what she was about to try. Just the thought of breaking such a basic rule was magnetic – it reminded her of their sojourn to Montawk, the one and only time she’d ever peed anywhere but a toilet since she was potty trained.
They’d all gone out for a swim. Bald-headed Bonnie, Monica, Chandler and Ross were out enjoying the waves and generally growing down, complete with splash fights and other pranks. Phoebe was relaxing in a backstroke and letting the currents carry her for a bit when she realized she needed to pee. They were over a mile from the house and she didn’t want to get out of the water yet, so she’d done the practical thing and flipped upright to submerge her suit before peeing right through it under the water. Just as she started to let go, Bonnie swam over to talk to her about Ross and she couldn’t get the pee to stop. So for a good half a minute, she tried to act naturally while her suit filled with warmth below the waves, and somehow she was overcome by this strange rush – she was peeing a scant few feet from a friend and no one was the wiser. Her frustrating encounters with her birth mother had made her forget all about that little moment, but it all came back to her now.
“Showtime,” she whispered with a bit of a giggle and an inexplicable little squeak. She darted out of her room and into the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a louder bang than she’d intended. She didn’t want Rachel to find any evidence of her little experiment, so, for now, she decided she would just sit on the toilet and pee, but without taking down her panties first. When she sat down, she drew in a breath and waited – nothing happened.
“This could be a problem,” she mouthed, almost inaudibly. She stared down at her little baby pink lacy bikini cut number and willed it to show that telltale stain, but she just couldn’t relax her insides enough to let it all melt out of her. And it’s not as though there were nothing there. She’d intentionally put off peeing all through her set so that she’d be full enough to get a reasonable idea of what it must have felt like for Monica to lose control and flood those jeans so totally. But try as she might, nothing would come. She stood up again and glanced around the bathroom for anything that might help her reach a more relaxed state. Candles were the ticket! Her scents would help her do a bit of meditating and she’d be wetting those panties in no time.
She shuffled quickly across the apartment to the kitchen to find a match and returned to the safety of the bathroom in a flash (no pun intended!). A moment later, her lavender and vanilla candles were burning and the room was filling with a tempting aroma. She ran her fingers gently through her blonde hair and over her thighs and stomach, listening to the sound of her breath. Soon enough, she’d found her happy place, complete with ‘plinky plunky’ music, babbling brooks, gorgeous trickling fountains and warm summer showers. She could feel the soothing breath of a breeze on her neck and the fall of rain on her skin…though it soon seemed to be falling exclusively on her womanhood. With a start, she came out of her trance and realized she’d succeeded.
“Oh…oh! I’m peeing!” she said with a wide grin. It ran, very slowly at first but soon at a full rush, through her panties and tinkled into the bowl, sending little fingers of tingly pleasure through her from the pelvis to the tips of her toes. It was nice – kind of like gentle foreplay from the impish hands of a gentleman. But something seemed oddly missing. When she’d seen Monica, even her own pulse had quickened – she couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for Monica, but that look in her eyes suggested it was something grander than this. This was pleasant…relaxing…she could well imagine doing it again if the mood struck her, and it was enough of a thrill that she noticed, only belatedly, that she was gently stroking herself through the wet lace entirely on instinct. But it hardly reached the burning “gotta have it now!” impulse she felt with David the ‘scientist guy’ or Ryan, her sailor friend.
Her flow had long subsided by the time she was satisfied with this first experiment. She slid her panties down, still seated on the throne, and dropped them on the edge of the tub for a moment, then gave herself a furtive wipe with toilet paper and flushed as she stood to leave. The silence remained unbroken outside, so she figured it was safe to make a mad dash to her bedroom, reclaimed her soaking wet panties and disappeared into her room.
Once inside, she held up the evidence in front of her mirror and examined it. It made her just a little giddier to see the wet patch from multiple angles. “I wet myself…on purpose!” she huskily intoned. The act of saying what she’d done get her heart beating faster. “Oh my…what have I done? They’re filthy!” It dawned on her as her breath quickened that this was the key. “Grown women shouldn’t do that. This is very bad…” No more words were necessary. She sunk into her bed, still holding her panties, and reached for those most sensitive places. Within seconds, she was drifting off in an ocean of electricity and heat, the panties held in front of her face in one hand, her sanity held in the other. Her mind dropped away and she let herself go – and the only thing she remembered when she woke the next morning was that salty smell and that incendiary phrase. “That was very bad…”
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Chapter 3) Bad Memories
“Phoebes?” Rachel knocked on her roommate’s door a second time, hoping for an answer. “Phoebe? You still here? You borrowed that cute little cashmere sweater and I need it back. There’s this guy at work I wanna impress.” No answer. She sighed and opened the door to Phoebe’s room. Her friend must have had an early massage appointment, because she was gone, leaving only an unmade bed and the overwhelming smell of lavender. Phoebe never bothered making her bed look neat, but the recently snuffed scented candle was a bit unusual – those she typically reserved for the bathroom. Rachel shook her head and strode with a purpose to Phoebe’s closet to search for the sweater. A quick scan of the items hanging within – one fashion eyesore after another as far as Rachel was concerned, though somehow, she thought, Phoebe had always made her look work – revealed no sign of her ‘third date sweater.’
“What did you do with it?” she thought with the slightest hint of annoyance. “You could have asked, y’know.” She looked around the floor – there were a few loose socks and a shirt or two strewn about on the floor, but no sweater. Then, in the middle of her search, she noticed the hamper by the mirror. She couldn’t go in there, though…that was the dirty pile. “You didn’t, did you?” she thought. “You know you’re supposed to give my stuff back to me, not stick it in a pile with your dirty underwear!” That last line she actually spoke. “You can’t even wash that sweater, Phoebes!”
She had to do it…she had to go in there. This was a rescue operation! She stamped her foot and then marched over to the hamper. Gingerly, she lifted the lid and turned her face away from its contents, preferring not to know what things she was touching before she found the right material. “No…cotton…sock…bra…ew!!” she thought as she pawed through the pile within. She withdrew her hand as though she’d just touched a snake – that last item had been soaking wet! Now she just had to look to find out what she’d touched. Turning her head very slowly toward the hamper, she peered inside and saw the offending pink panties resting neatly on top of a skirt and her very special sweater.
“Ooohhh, Phoebe!” She was going to have to have that sweater dry cleaned – she only hoped it hadn’t inherited any untoward odors. She walked back into their kitchen for a moment and returned with a pair of tongs from their utensil drawer. Gently, she snared the stained garment and held it before her, trying to decide what should be done with it. In her head, memories were stirring at the sight of this lovely, yet besmirched, bit of feminine attire. Mrs. K, her nanny growing up, helping her clean up and get ready for third grade classes after yet another nighttime accident, that bitch Sharon Majewski standing over her sleeping bad, pointing and laughing as she emerged wet from chest to knees, Monica dying of laughter as Rachel giggled and peed her jeans uncontrollably at a seventh grade slumber party, her splashing water down her front to cover up the fact that she had wet her cheerleading outfit Freshman year.
So many times, she’d come to curse her tiny bladder. It’d taken years to adapt and learn to take advantage of every opportunity to pee, lest disaster ensue. By the time she reached, college, she’d grown into her body a bit more and gained the upper hand on her countless accidents, but even in college, she’d managed to get herself into trouble a few times when she had too much to drink. If it hadn’t been for her sorority sister Melissa, she’d have been the laughingstock of NYU. She was the only one who ever realized that Rachel had a hard time making it through the night dry when she got silly on sangria or wine. They spent enough time together that whenever she found herself in a compromising position, Melissa covered for her – she called it their ‘bond of sisterhood.’ If they went somewhere where they had to share beds, Melissa was the first to volunteer to bunk with Rachel and if she wet the bed, Melissa would take the blame. When they hit the clubs in Manhattan, Melissa stood watch for Rachel in those back alleys and always made sure she got home safely. What a pair they’d been – they’d even kissed for a bit at a sigma kai luau, though Rachel was certainly Melissa had forgotten about that by now.
Not that Melissa didn’t have her fun teasing Rachel about her bladder issues when they were alone. If she didn’t know any better, Rachel would have accused her sorority sister of flirting with her…but Melissa had gone on to get married and they’d lost touch a few years back, so that couldn’t be the case. It would be little things – she’d say “keep your panties dry!” when Rachel was being impatient or emotional, or “don’t wet the bed!” when Rachel was about to take an exam or otherwise be tested in some way. Yet Rachel remembered at least one instance where, in order to take the fall for her own bedwetting disaster at Alpha Omega fraternity house, Melissa hopped into bed with her at the last minute and wet her pajamas next to Rachel in bed, so hers wouldn’t be the only ones soaked. On oh so many occasions, she’d been a godsend.
But now, Rachel stared at the results of Phoebe’s experiment with no idea that her friend had done this on purpose (and liked it!) and a crooked smile came across her face, just for a moment. For once in her life, Rachel wanted to be the one doing the teasing. This was too easy! She walked back into their open living space and extracted a plastic bag from the recycling pile into which she lowered her exhibit A. Phoebe was due to play a lunch time set at the coffee house and Rachel had a feeling she was going to have trouble keeping her focus. |
Chapter 4) Rumors and Lies
“Your usual?” Gunther asked, standing behind the garish orange couch at the center of the living room-themed coffee house. Monica cleared her throat awkwardly and shook her head.
“No, I’d better not…I’m trying to cut back on coffee at lunch. Can I just get one of those gingerbread muffins and some water, please?” Gunther nodded and stepped away.
“Oh, I’ll have a…” As usual, Gunther failed to notice the men on the couch and Chandler trailed off, looking a bit irritated. “…walk to the counter – the exercise will do me good. Anyone else want anything?”
“I can’t, I’m about to play,” Phoebe replied. Joey shook his head. “Hey, where’s Ross, anyway? Didn’t he say he was going to come down here for a lunch break today?”
“Oh, he wanted me to tell you he’s proctoring an exam and can’t make it. Sorry Phoebes.”
Phoebe waived her hands in obvious frustration and got to her feet, carrying her guitar. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was trying to avoid hearing me sing! Why would he do that?”
“It’s a mystery!” Monica said with a shrug. “Want me to kick his ass?” She surreptitiously plucked a pair of earplugs from her purse and palmed them, knowing the tympanic torment that awaited the start of Phoebe’s first set.
“No no…I can do that myself.” Everyone in the group nodded knowingly. As Phoebe marched over to the little platform in the front window display to set up in front of the microphone, Rachel came bouncing in with an enormous grin on her face and approached the counter to place an order.
“Hello Gunther! What a wonderful day it is to be at Central Perk in the company of your dearest friends, wouldn’t you say so?”
Gunther turned and gawked rather obviously at her, and with some effort, managed to force himself to speak. “It is now…” Rachel patted him on the shoulder obliviously and
“Half-caff latte, please,” she added with a warm smile. He stiffly turned and buried himself in his work and Rachel practically skipped over to the couch – sometimes, a juicy tidbit like this one just brightened her whole day. “Oh my God…you guys will not believe what I found today.” Monica didn’t appear to hear her, but Chandler perked up. “What’s with her?”
“Earplugs,” Chandler said in a low voice, pointing toward Phoebe.
“Well she’s gonna want to hear this, I promise!” Just then, Phoebe’s mic snapped on and she introduced herself.
“Hello, Central Perk! I’m gonna start with one I just wrote – I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” She hoisted her guitar into position with the shoulder strap in place and began picking out a really basic set of chords. A few seconds in, she was singing off key with an infectious enthusiasm, but the words were vintage Phoebe. “Well a family was happily making their plans; they’d ordered the cake and they’d gathered the clan. In grandma’s apartment they’d all hunkered down, but the joke was on them when she came back to town. In she walked…BOO they cried…with a thud…granny died!” Cheerily, she played on.
“Wow…” Rachel mused, “…is Phoebe alright?”
“It’s Phoebe,” Joey answered. “How is this any different than last week’s ode to a squashed rat or that song she did about the plague?”
“And besides, I think the more important question is…what were you gonna tell us?” Chandler interrupted.
“Right…hey Monica…MON!” she called. This finally got Monica’s attention. Gunther plopped her bottled water and muffin down on the table in front of her along with Rachel’s latte as she took out her earplugs. “You won’t believe what I found this morning when I was looking for my third date sweater.”
“Wait a minute, hold up there for a second,” Chandler barged into her thought. “Third date sweater? So that would imply that this lucky garment spends more time off of you than on?”
“Ha-ha-ha very funny…do you want me to tell you what I found or not?” Chandler put of his hands as if to silence himself, and she continued. “As usual, Phoebe borrowed it without asking, and I couldn’t find it in her room, so I looked in her hamper and found this.” She pulled a plastic bag from her shoulder bag as Phoebe hit the chorus again.
“BOO they cried…with a thud…auntie died.” She lifted the panties up for all to see and Phoebe, seeing her unmentionables being so indiscreetly mentioned, began garbling the chords on her guitar until suddenly a string snapped under the increased strain. She sat for a moment at the microphone, not able to move, and then suddenly made up her mind and defiantly yelled into the mic, “Excuse me for a moment…technical difficulties…” and bolted on foot through the front door of Central Perk and out of sight, knocking over the microphone with her guitar, sending out a painful whine of feedback.
Joey, trying to hide his fascination with this discovery, cleared his throat and made a show of standing as calmly as possible. “Uhhh…I’d better go after her,” he said, almost incoherently. “You know…make sure she’s OK.” He gingerly turned from the group and walked out as nonchalantly as he could, before breaking into a spring just outside the door. Chandler, meanwhile, chuckled to himself and took a closer look at Rachel’s discovery.
“Well I’ll be…I never would have figured Phoebe as a fan of the French cut over thongs.” Chandler always had a good sense for when to let the obvious joke hang out there for a few minutes – he was hoping someone would set him up for the put-away line. Rachel was only too happy to oblige.
“We, you know, thongs aren’t for everyone…”
“Of course you’re right…I mean would you want your toddlers wearing thongs?” He and Rachel both cracked up at those words. Monica was eerily silent.
“Well now, let’s give Phoebe a little credit – maybe she was trying to set a new trend…I mean fashion is about looking young, right?” Rachel added, reducing herself to further hysterics.
“It’s so hard to find a thin-enough pull-up for someone like her, isn’t it? Might as well go with the flow, ey?” Chandler peppered further. As this point, Monica stood abruptly and reared back, delivering a mighty slap across the back of Chandler’s head. “Ow!”
“What is wrong with you two?! So what…she had a little accident…it happens to everyone eventually! I’d think you’d be a little more understanding. Especially you!” The last two words were aimed at Rachel, who had stopped laughing and was looking more than a little stunned.
“Would you relax, Mon? We’re just kidding around…not like we’re about to disown her!”
“You know what…I don’t even want to hear it. I have to get ready for work, and I just lost my appetite. Gunther…here’s a ten…keep the change.” She threw the bill at Gunther in a ball and stormed out, rattling the door in the frame as she slammed her way through it.
Chandler and Rachel sat staring at each other for a moment, unsure of what to think of this turn of events. “What was that about?” Rachel finally asked.
“Who knows,” Chandler quietly answered, lost in thought. “Hey, what did she mean by that comment – ‘especially you’?”
“What?”
“Well is there something I should know about you?”
Rachel cleared her throat and feigned looking at her watch. “Whoa, look at the time! I’d better be heading back to work. I’ll see you later, Chandler!” The last several words were said as she fled the Coffeehouse, leaving a half-drunk latte on the table. The panties were still there, resting on the plastic bag, strewn out on the table. Gunther approached from behind Chandler and handed him Rachel’s check.
Chandler picked up the bag and told Gunther he’d send Rachel back to pay her bill later on, and then headed out in a haze of confused thoughts. Something was up with Monica, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.
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“Phoebes, wait up!” Joey sprinted through the village as he chased his friend toward a subway entrance on fifth ave. She could really fly despite the awkward flailing of her limbs, and Joey was about to run out of gas by the time he’d finally caught up with her and grabbed ahold of her arm to stop her. “Wait! It’s not that big a deal!”
“Yeah, right,” Phoebe grumbled as she shook her arm free of his grip. “You probably all think I’m twisted!” Joey didn’t recall the last time he’d seen Phoebe this upset, though for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why it would bother her so much.
“Why would we think you were twisted? This kind of thing…we’ve all had that happen.”
“Really?”
Joey hastened to correct himself. “Well…I haven’t, but I know plenty of others who’ve done it.”
“Like who?” Phoebe asked, still on the verge of bolting if she didn’t like Joey’s answer.
“Uhh…” Phoebe shook her head and turned to run again, but Joey stopped her. “Like…do you remember Lisa DiBatista? She did it once on a date – a little wine does funny things to some people.”
“She peed her pants on a date?” Phoebe seemed more surprised at this revelation than Joey expected.
“Sure! We had to leave the club…she was so embarrassed, but it worked out alright. Now will you stop worrying and come back to the coffeehouse?”
“I had no idea she liked doing that,” Phoebe half-whispered, feeling a bit better. Maybe she wasn’t the only one after all.
“See, now don’t you feel b…wait what?”
“You just said…” and a terrifying realization dawned on her. They didn’t know she did this on purpose – they were all assuming it was an accident. “…that wine did funny things to people. It’s such a relief to know there are others who like…drinking wine…too much…” She was trying, but the words weren’t coming fast enough to fill the void and extract her from this disaster.
“No no no…you said ‘liked’ – you actually liked peeing yourself, didn’t you!” He practically hopped on the spot as he prodded her for information. “Come on…tell your friend!”
“No. No! That’s not what I meant. I meant the wine…”
“Phoebes…”
“Okay OKAY! I did it on purpose…and you know what? I liked doing it. Are you happy now?”
“Huhuhuhhoo…no way! That’s…kinda hot! Where’d you even get an idea like that?”
“Oh no…I can’t tell you that. I’m sworn to secrecy. You really think it’s hot?”
“Well not when you’re getting thrown out of a club for having an accident, but…yeah!” Joey escorted Phoebe back toward the coffeehouse, but had a different idea in mind now for their final destination. “You have to tell me all about this. Did you plan to do it, or did you get up to go like normal and on the spur of the moment, just let it go? I want details!”
A bit later, they were in Joey’s apartment sitting on opposite sides of his little kitchen counter and sipping yoohoo through crazy straws. “It wasn’t so much what I was doing – that felt kinda nice, but it wasn’t the main attraction – it was that what I was doing was forbidden. You know what I mean?” Joey, having listened to Phoebe’s description, was busily picturing his current roommate and recent girlfriend Janine in wet jeans with a come hither stare. He’d forgotten how to speak for a long moment. “Joey?”
“What? Oh…yeah…totally.”
“What was the last thing I said?”
“You know what I mean?” he said quizzically.
“Before that!”
“Uh…”
“Wow…you really do think it’s hot!” Phoebe said cheerily. “It’s so funny…even with all of your exploits, I still never thought you of as anything other than vanilla in the bedroom, if you know what I mean.”
“Hey, listen here, Missy…I may be a creature of habit, but how do you know what those habits are?”
“Because you always tell us!” She had him there. “But hey, I was wrong! That’s still the last time you’re ever gonna see my panties wet, but it’s nice to know.”
“Aahhh…why’d you have to go and say that! Now it’s like an unattainable goal! Remember when I had that thing for Monica when I first moved in here?”
“Oh, I’m sorry…well don’t worry, I have an idea.” An evil grin appeared on her face and she grabbed Joey’s wrist as if to emphasize the conspiratorial nature of this moment. “How would you like to help me get a little revenge on Rachel for that little stunt at the coffeehouse?”
“Oh, whoa, I don’t know about that…Rachel’s a friend...I couldn’t…”
“So? She’s my friend too, but she’s gotta learn – if you mess with this bull, you get the horns. She’s got everyone thinking I can’t hold my pee…well, we’ll just see.”
“Well it’s not like you can trick her into having to pee – you know how careful she is about that. She goes every time she sees a bathroom!”
“Don’t you remember that little story she let slip about the warm water trick?”
“No. That doesn’t work anyway…I tried it on my sisters to get back at ‘em for ratting me out for having sex in my room. Nothin’!”
“Well it worked on Rachel in middle school…I bet we can get it to work again. She sleeps like a rock and has a bladder like a sieve. I’ll set everything up…all I need you to do is hold the camera and document the evidence. What do you think, huh?”
“I don’t know, Phoebes…this seems kinda mean.”
“Come on! If it works, you get a free little show, and I get my revenge, and Rachel learns a valuable lesson about her roommate! Everybody wins!”
“Well…when you put it that way…”
“Good! Now don’t tell anyone about this…and you have to swear you won’t tell any of the rest of them about what I told you. If you do, I swear to Lucifer, I will hunt you down like a Dog, Mr. Tribiani.” She wagged a finger at him menacingly, even while maintaining a friendly smile. Joey couldn’t help but picture himself being dragged out of a dumpster by ‘street Phoebe.’
With a sigh, he agreed to their arrangement. This day had turned strange so fast, he couldn’t even figure out how he’d come into the middle of it!
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Chapter 5) Phoebe’s Revenge
Joey’s knock at the door started Phoebe – and if it started her, it could easily awaken Rachel. She leapt to her feet and carefully answered, immediately pressing two fingers on his lips to prevent him from making a sound. “Ssshhh! Think you could knock a little louder next time? I don’t think my Grandmother heard you in hell?” she whispered angrily. “Do you have it?” Joey sheepishly lifted a hand to reveal his digital camera, powered up and ready to record.
“Let’s just get this over with,” he whispered back, almost desperate to pretend as though the scenario wasn’t at least a little thrilling for him. In reality, he’d been so aroused by the ideas Phoebe put in his head that he’d been unable to sleep before arriving in the wee hours of the morning to take part in the prank.
“That’s the spirit,” Phoebe hissed back, “we gotta move quickly! Rachel always gets up to pee at around five, so we only have about an hour to make this work.” She skipped behind the couch and picked up a bowl of very lightly steaming water. “Took me a few tries to get the temperature right!” she mouthed barely audibly. “C’mon…start recording!” With the flick of a wrist, she waived him toward Rachel’s door quietly slipped into her room. There she was, out cold in her bed in the fetal position with about a third of her body still under the blanket. She’d managed to turn over a couple of times in her sleep and most of her body save her arms and shoulders was now exposed. This was too perfect – the evidence would be completely visible if she didn’t move too much, and if they were careful, they would be able to get her top hand into the water without disturbing her too much.
Joey pointed at the camera as if to confirm that he was rolling and took a position behind her, focusing on her exposed, pajama-clad butt. She wiggled a bit as Phoebe approached from the other side and she froze long enough to be certain it was just a twitch. Oh so slowly, Phoebe reached out a hand and took hold of Rachel’s exposed fingers, resting peacefully on the pillow near her face. She cradled the bowl and carefully lowered it into position on the bed, then painstakingly inched Rachel’s hand into the water. As those lovely, feminine fingers dipped beneath the surface, Phoebe and Joey both cringed, fearing she’d wake up and catch them, but, despite another twitch that re positioned her top leg such that even more of her was exposed below the waist, she did not.
After an intense pause, Joey inhaled and blew the breath through his lips, then stabilized the camera and focused on the shot. Nothing happened. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he watched, but Rachel’s white cotton pants were still dry as a bone. He shook his head and lowered the camera for a second, but Phoebe made a hasty hand gesture as if to say “be patient!” and, with a sigh, he resumed peering at Rachel through the lens. The silence was pierced by a tiny whimper – Rachel must have been dreaming – all of the friends knew that Rachel sometimes talked during her dreams. It sounded like she was trying to form words. Joey thought he could hear a “no” in there and maybe a “can’t,” then the words stopped and were replaced by a sort of high pitched groan. And then he saw it.
A dark spot appeared at the place where her shapely legs met – at first just a little dot, then a patch the size of his palm, he guessed, and then the floodgates opened. Her pee glistened as it ran over her bottom thigh and pooled beneath her butt, spreading slowly in all directions, eventually soaking into her cotton shirt and wicking upward to halfway up her back and down toward her knees. For a good half a minute, she peed at full force, locked in a dream and soaking her bed. As the pace of the flow slowed, she exhaled loudly, as though experiencing relief in the dream world. Joey didn’t even realize that his mouth had dropped open and his pants were now sporting a visible bulge, but Phoebe covered her mouth and pointed, and, embarrassed, Joey turned away from the scene and tiptoed toward the exit. Phoebe, followed him, shaking her fists excitedly in the air and leaping for joy as she waited for Joey to carefully open the door. Joey, however, was so turned on and shaken by the experience, that he couldn’t keep his hands still, and the door rattled as he fought with it. And then, from behind them they heard Rachel gasp and jump to her feet.
“What the…oh you have GOT to be KIDDING me!” She flipped on the light on her bedside table and glared at the culprits. “Look what you did! I’m gonna kill you!” She stamped toward them – she never was much of a morning person, least of all when she was pranked before she had her coffee – and Joey pulled hard on the doorknob until the door flew open and he could stumble out into the living room. “Is that a video camera?! Give that to me!” She pounced on Joey and, in a panic, he tossed the camera end over end toward Phoebe, who miraculously caught it and dashed past Rachel, who now had Joey momentarily subdued with both arms behind his back. “Phoebe! This is unbelievable! Give me the damned camera!”
“Oh no! I think our friends would be very interested in this little demonstration. Rachel pushed Joey toward one side and charged at Phoebe, but she jumped backwards, causing Rachel to flop forward and land in a heap on the floor. “Run Joey!” Phoebe yelled, flipping the camera back at him. He caught it and bolted out into the hallway and out of sight. Rachel clamored back to her feet and made to follow, but Phoebe cleared her throat and pointed at Rachel’s pajama bottoms. At this point it dawned on Rachel that she probably didn’t want to be seen in public in this condition. She was bested.
“You!” She stepped angrily toward Phoebe and glowered with every ounce of intimidation she could muster. She developed a new plan on the spot and grabbed Phoebe’s expensive faux-fur coat from his perch on the sofa. She held it between her legs, not quite touching any of the soaking wet material that clung to them. “Call him back here with that camera or the coat gets it!”
“Oh this is worth far more than a coat,” Phoebe calmly answered. “Go ahead. But before you do, I have a different idea in mind. Call off your dogs. Stop with the jokes about my little accident and get the rest of them to drop it too, and that video never sees the light of day. If I’m still hearing about it after tomorrow, we show all, and you never live it down. Either way, they won’t be talking about me after tomorrow, but if you choose wisely, they won’t talk about you, either. Face it…you lost. You met your match, Rachel Green.” Rachel gave serious thought to clamping her legs down on the coat just out of spite, but decided against it after a long pause.
“Fine!” she huffed. With that, she whipped the coat down on the couch, turned and headed back to her bedroom, slamming the door with every ounce of her strength. After she disappeared out of sight, Phoebe raced to collect her coat into her arms.
“I’m sorry! It was just a bluff – I’d never let her hurt you!” She hugged the fuzzy fake beast for all it was worth, and then carefully draped it back over its usual perch. “Never mess with Phoebe Buffay,” she said with a laugh.
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Joey was out of breath as he got to his door and stumbled inside. He’d run practically the entire way back from Phoebe’s place, a solid twelve blocks uptown in Central Park West and up the four flights of steps once he got to the village. When he got inside, he headed for his room and disappeared, not even making eye contact with a sleepy Janine, who shuffled past him toward their shared bathroom. He thought he heard her mumble a greeting, but he didn’t care. Once in his room, he flung himself onto his bed in a heap and practically tore the zipper undoing his jeans. Joey was never one to go without a bit of sexual release when he needed it, but, given his jam-packed dating schedule, he rarely went wanting enough for the five-knuckle salute, but this was an emergency. Despite pangs of guilt over their prank and over his being turned on by it, he couldn’t deny the unstoppable arousal he felt now, after having seen it all in real time. He took hold of his throbbing manhood after greedily freeing it and worked himself over furiously and with lightning speed. It took less than a minute before he could feel the explosive release building to the point of no return, and with a powerful grunt, he exploded, sending several pulses of white fluid hurtling several feet in the air. The evidence of his pent up desire, other than the shocking force of the orgasm, collected on his shirt and quivering right hand.
After a moment to collect his breath and calm down a bit, Joey looked down at the camera, still clutched in his left hand. He didn’t dare let himself think this way about Rachel – she and Ross had such a history that they’d never really be completely over each other, and Ross and Rachel were both among his very best friends. But…was it really Rachel he was so taken with? Or was it the events he’d just witnessed? He resolved never to show anyone the footage he’d captured, even if Phoebe tried to force him to give it up. But more than that, he resolved to figure out what it was that drove him so mad with desire, and quick. Sooner or later, he’d have to bring this up with his new girlfriend in the other room. Janine might not understand, but he had to know what had just happened, and soon. |
Chapter 6) She Can’t Fight It
Thump. Thump. Thump! A pillow smacked down on Chandler’s head repeatedly, jolting him out of a sound sleep after the last strike hit with enough force to practically snap against his cheek. “Huh?” he muttered.
“Oh, did I wake you?” Monica retorted. “How inconsiderate of me.”
“No, no…it’s fine. I like surprises. Especially painful ones at…” he glanced at the alarm clock, “…6:12 in the morning. Remember when you used to wake me up with a kiss?”
“Alright! It’s just that my boyfriend is a complete ass – I tend to get testy about that.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I know this boyfriend. Unless of course daring to sleep counts as poor manners.” Chandler rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his frenzied hair to bring it back into line.
“I had a dream…” Monica began. She got no further because Chandler immediately cut her off.
“Whoa, whoa…unless this sentence ends with either ‘and you woke me up with a snore’ or ‘and you were so good in bed, I had too many orgasms,’ I don’t think I’m interested.” He flopped back down on his pillow and turned his back to Monica. It was barely two seconds before he felt a hard slap on the shoulder and was blinded by a bedside lamp being turned on. “But you’re just dying to tell me anyway!”
“Would you just listen?! I dreamed that I was dumb enough to be suckered into having your child, and while I was pregnant, the same thing happened to me that happened to Phoebe…and all you could do was crack jokes at my expense. And you know, it occurred to me just now that you would totally do that – you’d make fun of me for that sort of thing, you big jerk!”
Unmoving from his position on the bed, Chandler replied, his voice growing testier. “So tell me something, Monica, just so I can be clear. I made a few jokes about Phoebe – a young, healthy, NOT pregnant grown up who had a little accident. You know…the same kinds of jokes you made about Rachel a few years back? And you got through police academy while I was asleep and are now working in the future crimes division. Am I right?”
“You can’t even deny that you’d make jokes at your pregnant wife’s expense without making a joke!”
Chandler bolted to a sitting position and slapped his hands on his blanket-covered knees. “Wow! One minute I’m drowning in a puddle of my own drool, the next I’m married with a baby on the way and my wife’s playing a side kick from the movie ‘Time Cop!’”
Monica leapt to her feet and glared down at him. “OK, you go ahead and make your little jokes, Chandler. I’m gonna go pee, before I give you more ammunition.” She stormed off and slammed the door to her bedroom behind her. Chandler sat dumbfounded for a few seconds, then balled his fists and made a face like he was passing a kidney stone.
“Unbelievable…” he muttered, before getting to his feet and stumbling out into the apartment after her. When he reached the bathroom door, he could hear the sounds of her morning pee hitting toilet water and, despite the frustrating nature of their seemingly random tiff, he could feel himself stiffening under his PJs. He waited for the trickling sound to stop and then knocked on the door. “Mon…I’m sorry about what I said to Phoebe. I swear, I would never make fun of you for something like that.” A long silence followed. “I mean it. I might make fun of my friends, but you’re more than just a friend.”
“Yeah, right,” Monica muttered, loudly enough for Chandler to hear through the door.
“What do you want from me? I said I was sorry.” The toilet flushed and water ran in the sink, then Monica appeared through the newly opened door. She stood in the frame for a moment, as if trying to decide what to say next. Her lips parted and then closed again.
Finally, she sighed and folded her arms in a manner that just screamed ‘I’m not convinced,’ before opening her mouth to speak again. “Why did you say all of those things?”
“You know how I am – if there’s a joke out there, I always go for the laugh.”
“No, there was more than that going on. I know you better than that. You never make a joke if you think it’ll hurt one of your friends, and Phoebe was already upset. So what was different this time?”
“I don’t know…maybe it was my gym bag.”
“Your what? What does that have to do with anything?”
He’d been so certain when he said it that this was the right time to explain, but now he was losing his nerve. Rachel and Phoebe had found out about it years ago while searching for Monica’s Christmas gifts, but Monica herself seemed to be none the wiser. “Well I just…think…that people should…work out…or…stuff like this can happen, you know?” He was sweating…damn his nervous sweating habit! Monica looked on with obvious confusion and curiosity now. That searching stare of hers never failed to break him. “Alright, it’s not a big deal. Phoebe and Rachel just found something of mine a few years back.” He didn’t even get to finish before Monica turned and headed for the bedroom. “Wait…just let me explain first!” But she was already bound and determined to get to the bottom of this latest revelation.
She flung open the closet door in their room and found his gym bag resting in the far rear corner behind a mountain of hangers and old book boxes. “What have you got in here?” She picked up the bag and unzipped it, scanning its contents – a workout suit that desperately needed washing, a couple of water bottles, two five pound free weights, spare soap for the shower, but nothing unusual. “There’s nothing in here but workout gear that obviously hasn’t been touched in years!” And then she saw the space on the closet floor that had been beneath the gym bag. It looked like a collection of old porn based on the PlayBoy playmate poster on top. “Tsk…Chandler! You said you didn’t keep any porn.”
“Look, I’m sorry…I’ll get rid of it if that’s what you want. I just…wasn’t sure I’d stay this lucky.” Monica sighed and dropped the gym bag on the floor by her feet. “Anyway, Phoebe and Rachel never miss a chance to make fun of me for having that stuff.” Monica gave Chandler a little hug as if to shore up his confidence in their relationship in one embrace, but abruptly she pulled away.
“Wait a minute – this doesn’t make any sense. Joey and Ross have just as much porn as you. Why would they pick on you for keeping PlayBoy?” She stopped over the pile and began leafing through it. The sweat came back to Chandler’s brow. “This doesn’t look like anything that would…” she stopped cold. “Oh…God…” She very slowly picked up a magazine from the stack to examine it more closely. It looked ancient, like it’d been kept since he was a teenager, so it must have been important to him. Even more bizarre – the writing was entirely in Japanese. But emblazoned on the front cover there was no mistaking the image of a young Asian woman in a formal-looking grey pantsuit bearing a vivid dark stain running from near her belt buckle to both ankles, covering her mouth with one hand, her eyes wide with alarm.
“Now do you understand?” he answered back quietly, sounding more terrified than he’d intended.
“I don’t…I mean, I…what is this?” It was all she could think of to say.
“After my parents got divorced, my Mom took me on a trip to Tokyo to try to get my mind off of things. My Mom being the great font of parental wisdom and responsibility every struggling pre-adolescent boy needs, she handed me a one hundred yen note and told me to get myself something to read from a newsstand while she did some shopping in a lingerie shop. Don’t ask me what she bought…I’ve happily repressed it. But I found that in the restricted section and…I don’t know…it caught my eye. It’s not something I obsess over, but it’s there, and I could never bring myself to give it up.”
“So…this is an actual thing? Like…that people buy?” Monica couldn’t possibly have sounded any more incredulous if she tried. “And Phoebe and Rachel knew about this??”
“I just found out about it last Christmas. I don’t know why they didn’t blab my little secret all over New York, but they definitely know. Point is, I guess I just wanted to distance myself from that…you know I always defend myself with humor. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
“I can’t believe this is actually out there in print. I mean…it’s sick!”
“Oh c’mon, Mon, it’s not like it’s any worse than handcuffs and safety words, right?”
“I guess…there’s no way in hell you’ll ever catch me doing that, though, so whatever you were hoping for, you can forget it.”
“Are you kidding? You’re Monica! You stayed up half the night once because I got a coffee stain on the table cloth. It never even crossed my mind.”
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Monica tapped her foot anxiously and checked her watch. It was just after 3:45 and she was rocking slowly back and forth in Chandler’s Barker Lounger, trying to keep her mind off of her straining bladder. Today, she had more to prove than usual. This wasn’t about demonstrating control over her body, besting herself in competition or enjoying the rush of relief when she finally hit the Jon – far from it. Today she intended to show herself that she was the master of her desires. The neat freak in Monica was horrified at the notion that she’d taken any satisfaction in her recent accident – that just wasn’t something a proper grown woman would do! It was made all the more horrifying by this morning’s discovery that Chandler might have actually been aroused by it too, if he’d seen her. No! That couldn’t be allowed! She was not going to fall for a one-time fluke of extreme relief mistaken for pleasure – she was going to get back to her routine and prove that what happened two days ago was ‘just one of those things’ and not some sign that she was perverted deep down.
All of those familiar stages of desperation were playing out like they always had – the first urges, the intense ‘first wave’ of desperation, the comfortable lull, the dull throbbing ache, the tingling of her sphincter as pulses of pressure from her bladder forced her golden flood to the brim before she could push them back, the fidgeting and that glorious feeling of spreading heat rising into her abdomen as her insides began to churn and melt. She’d been here hundreds of times, but today was the first time she could ever recall it being a letdown. She wondered why she wasn’t excited anymore while taking part in her favorite ritual.
Two days ago, she’d been more desperate than ever in her adult life – the pain and exhilaration and tension had reached new heights while she tried to talk her mother off the phone. Her feminine center had swelled, burned and ached for release and not even the anticipation before the best sex in her life could compare with how it’d felt. Was it possible that pushing herself to those new limits of her endurance and desire had made her crave that greater challenge? Usually, she’d be thinking about going to the bathroom at about this point, but the stakes had been raised. She had no intention of letting herself be swept away into a new addiction to such unsightly behavior, but she didn’t even want to think about losing her interest in the holding game – it’d gotten her through too many tough times to be forgotten now. Her rocking pace quickened as a painful spasm began, and at its peak, and perched herself on the edge of the massive chair and stiffened in a doubled-over position with both hands clamped between her now crossed legs. Here, she could drive her weight down through her most sensitive areas and get that little extra bit of pressure from her hands. And here, frozen in this position, the thrill seemed to return.
“Gotta pee,” she mouthed under her breath as the wave passed. Her panties began to grow damp with arousal – late was better than never, she supposed. “Oh God, I gotta pee! Gotta pee!” It was glorious again, and all it had taken was a return to that place she’d reached two days earlier. She knew she had perhaps five more minutes, based on her previous accident, so she carefully got to her feet and practically tiptoed toward the bathroom. Apparently, she needed to push herself to the brink of disaster to enjoy this little game now, so at the very least, she thought it would be a good idea to be close to the toilet for the final moments. Every step was dangerous now, with a nonstop burning ache in her pee hole and the slightest release meaning a certain flood. She could barely keep herself contained as she reached the bathroom door – mincing as she was with both hands rubbing furiously against the crotch of her jeans for comfort and strength. Removing one hand to turn the door knob was torture, but she made it inside still in command of her faculties.
“Now be a good girl,” Monica thought. “Oh God I have to pee. Just a little longer – I’ll make it to 4:00,” she coached inside her own head. “Yeah, that’s a good goal. Ooooh…or maybe not…oh crap!” she thought as she fell into a crouch for a moment to protect her aching bladder. She didn’t dare look at the toilet sitting there a few feet away and calling her name. That’d been her mistake just now. She glanced at her watch – it read 3:54 – and some part of her realized that her five-minute estimate from before was a tad shorter than the goal she’d set, but that part of her didn’t care. The real game had finally begun and despite the almost unbearable pressure and strain, she didn’t want to see the game end. To raise the stakes further, she forced herself to stand upright again, though she did allow herself to grasp desperately at her crotch with both hands.
“Gotta pee, gotta pee gotta PEE!” she said out loud unintentionally. “Good thing no one’s here,” she thought. “I have GOT to pee…NOW!” she said, her voice rising to a higher pitch as the battle raged on inside her. “Oh no…no no no…come ON Monica…you can do this!” she urged, louder still, as her whole body began to shake with the effort. “Just a few more minutes.” She glanced again at her watch – 3:55 it mockingly reported. “That was only one minute? Oh my God!” She shuffled her feet in place as though she were running on a tiny treadmill no larger than a few bathroom tiles and periodically hopped from one foot to the other or with both feet in the air in a truly frantic effort to buy herself time. Nothing she did made that increasingly urgent, almost piercing burn in her womanhood go away.
A tear came to her eye as the pain intensified further still. “Oh my God, I gotta pee so bad!” she half whimpered, half grunted. She didn’t think it’d been this bad two days before – somehow she was keeping herself dry despite a whole new level of ecstatic desperation unlike anything she could have ever imagined. “Oh no…” she grunted as the most ferocious wave of need overtook her entire body from head to toe and forced her to freeze on the spot to focus all of her strength on holding back the tide. She thought she could feel a tiny trickle slipping past all of her defenses and further wetting her already damp labia. It was 3:58 and Monica knew she had to call off the game. She had no time left. The next impulse to shake her body would surely be her undoing!
And yet there she still was, frozen in place and staring at the toilet. “Go ahead,” she thought. “Better do it now. Come on, be good.” Her feet didn’t move. One hand slid up from her mighty and now useless crotch grabbing exploits and rested on the buckle that held up her jeans. She would simply unclasp it, pull down the zipper and sit like any normal human being over the age of three. Yet her fingers wouldn’t take hold of the buckle and still she didn’t move. She looked down at her watch – it was 4 PM and she’d met her goal, but still she stood as if captured by some unseen force. She could feel her bladder clenching tight and her body shaking with the enormous effort of keeping herself dry. It was now or never. And in that moment, something snapped inside her and, while some part of her looked on in horror at the sheer potency of her own desires, she pulled both hands away from her pelvis and held them at her sides. A faraway look filled her face as a melting sensation spread through those overworked muscles in her gut and she let it happen. Her body gave up the fight and she relaxed.
It started as a gentle trickle, but within a few seconds, there was a roaring hiss as her pee thundered through her throbbing, engorged lips and her panties and into her jeans. She closed her eyes and sighed as electric shocks filled her spine. “Holy…crap…” she groaned, as her body rewarded her for finally letting go with wave after wave of pleasure. She nearly fainted and teetered off to one side, supporting herself against her bathroom sink and letting her body lower into a sitting posture. The pee kept coming, now gushing over her vagina and rolling down her butt cheeks to the floor, rather than running down her legs as before. This new set of feelings was the last straw. Even as her stream continued at full force, she felt an orgasm building within her and involuntarily shrieked as it reached its peak, the spasms causing the flow to be periodically staunched or accentuated.
The orgasm began to subside, but she hardly felt satiated. As her bladder finally emptied and she ran dry, she pushed a hand greedily under the waistband of her soaking wet jeans and fingered herself, not waiting for any build-up – this need was far too urgent. Within a short moment, she was rocked by another, even more powerful orgasm, and again she grunted out a high pitched shout of blissful release. This orgasm seemed to take forever to subside, though in real time, it was probably no more than a minute or two. She rode the waves like a body surfer – the only time she’d ever felt this good was in London with Chandler.
As her eyes opened and her body relaxed, fully spent from the desperate release of pee and sexuality, she felt truly alive. Nothing she’d ever done in her whole life had been anything like it, other than deciding to sleep with Chandler. It was a moment of clarity and she held onto it for as long as she could, but it wasn’t long before she realized what she’d done, and perhaps what it meant. She tried to jump to her feet, but her legs wobbled and she fell back into her own gigantic yellow puddle on the floor with a splash that brought the reality home even further. Not even attempting to move again, she collapsed into tears, her heart in her throat as panic set in. She really was a freak, and there seemed to be no fighting it.
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Finally had some time to get back to the story...here is the next installment.
Chapter 7) More than He Bargained For
Arms and legs flopped wildly this way and that, though her blonde hair flapped in the breeze as she ran and the dangling yarn hanging to skirt-length from her aging 70’s era hand-knit sweater moved in a straight line through Central Park West. Phoebe was on her daily jog – she’d had to forego this ritual for a few days to avoid a nasty winter cold snap, but it was a sunny lunchtime sky and a much warmer afternoon today and she planned to take full advantage of it. She delighted, as usual, in running with complete abandon, not caring what people would think of her madcap style – nylon-clad legs and loosely-knit sleeves flailing like a marionette controlled by a tragic victim of an epileptic fit. She saw the familiar right turn on her running route approaching and veered away into the park. As this was the first relatively mild day New Yorkers had experienced in over a week, there were dozens of joggers, bikers and walkers out and about within the confines of the tree-lined trails. And, on this day, Phoebe wasn’t indifferent to the throngs – she was pleased that so many were there.
This wasn’t going to be just any run. Phoebe was on a mission. She sprinted into the center of the park, galloping past others and noting how their heads turned to follow her for a moment. Most days, she’d simply shrug it off as an irrelevant detail, but today, it was an opportunity to prepare – a fact that announced itself even more obviously in her mind as her bladder began its telltale throbbing. Oh, she could easily finish her run and get all the way back home without this need to pee becoming an issue, but that’s not what Phoebe had in mind. As heads turned to admire her spirited, if bizarre, trip through Central Park, Phoebe pictured those eyes on her as she wantonly let loose a warm river of pee into her jogging pants and her heart skipped a beat. Just imagining what she was about to do made her damp with anticipation and that was the only encouragement she needed.
About halfway through the park, there was a large clearing and a rolling hill that sloped down toward the south. She ran straight to this common gathering place, full speed with the afterburner blasting in her heart – she wanted desperately to get to the proverbial punch line, skip to the last chapter of the story. She never was the patient type, but something inside her just knew that she was on the verge of an important moment of discovery, and that drained all desire for a slow burning build-up to this crescendo. There – up ahead – she could see the sun brightening the clearing ahead of her. She’d arrived, and not a minute too soon!
Were you a casual observer, you’d have seen a blonde bullet streaking into the sun in some kind of mad hurry, and then, without warning, slamming on the breaks – her blurry likeness coming into focus and revealing a strange, excited smile. You’d have watched this person stand still for a minute and scan the crowd from one end of the hill to the other, nod with satisfaction, and then casually jog in a new direction – toward the shade of a row of trees. You’d observe as she circled a few times, before finally settling comfortably on the grass and taking a swig from her water bottle. Then you’d probably have looked away, satisfied that she was content to fade into the background and enjoy the odd bit of warmth in the heart of January. You wouldn’t have noticed that, after a moment, she put her hand to her heart and swallowed hard, nor that she glanced nervously around your patch of grass as though she was afraid someone was looking over her shoulder. You’d have missed that look of concentration on her face – unmistakable to anyone paying the slightest bit of attention, and passing from view periodically with a deep sigh and a frustrated grimace. If you were just out for a bite of lunch in the out of doors, you wouldn’t have noticed this battle of wills. And you’d have been sorry to learn that you’d missed such a raw display of drama.
Phoebe was caught between the irresistible force of her desire to boldly gamble her pride on this little mission and the immovable training that put her bladder on lock down. Grown women just didn’t do what she was trying to do! Some part of her mind was screaming “you can’t pee here!” and her sphincter was stubbornly obeying. She strained several times to break through that barrier, but all this accomplished was the feeling of pressure in her neck as her blood pressure climbed and her heart bounded in her ears. Every position she tried – Indian style, crouching, sitting with knees up in front of her, even standing – seemed to make this struggle worse. She couldn’t believe it – she’d been looking forward to this little excursion ever since talking to Joey about her earlier experiment!
“Well,” she thought, annoyed, “there’s nothing for it but to sit for a bit and wait it out.” She rested her chin on one knee and lazily took in the passersby. On a normal day, she enjoyed making up stories to go with the faces in the crowd. The teen with the skateboard could become a star-crossed young lover there to meet the girl he dreamed he’d find here. The elderly Asian woman on the benches sipping some sort of hot beverage from a thermos was actually an oracle who could tell your fortune or relive past lives. She even gave life stories to the trees, wondering what they’d seen in the many decades they’d stood watch over Central Park. She hummed under her breath – a random meandering ditty she invented on the spot – and thought of words to describe her surroundings. “Easy breezy, waving trees…all the things that nature sees…old man winter’s such a perv…strips you naked as a jaybird.” She smirked, thinking she’d have to remember that line. Relaxed, she leaned against the trunk of a gnarled tree behind her, singing a little louder now. “Easy breezy, waving trees…fill the world with inner peace…can’t imagine what you’d think…knowing I was on the brink.” This song was taking on a life of its own now. “Easy breezy, waving trees…” She breathed deeply to contain her racing heart as she felt her insides melting. “You’re friend Phoebe’s gonna pee.”
The last words came from a different place in her chest – deep down and filled with longing and trepidation – and she held her breath as the floodgates finally opened. Slowly at first, the heat spread and she instinctively pushed her knees together to hide what was happening. After a few seconds at a trickle, she heard a little rush and felt rivulets of pee rolling down from her nether regions to her butt, soaking her jogging pants and French cut cotton panties. “No one can tell,” she mouthed to herself reassuringly. “I’m peeing my pants!” she whispered breathlessly. She only hoped no one noticed her beet red face as the endless seconds ticked by, each one an eternity. People of every sort milled about in the clearing, oblivious to what she was doing. She couldn’t believe she was getting away with this. Her hands shook as she surreptitiously spread her legs just far enough apart to inspect the glistening stain on the insides of both thighs and high on her pelvis, only visible when she quickly lifted her ragtag sweater above the waist. Just to look at the evidence of her misdeed was all it took to drive her completely mad with desire.
She wobbled to her feet and dusted the grass off of her backside, quickly tugging her shirt down low enough to obscure the stain. “Bathroom, NOW” she whispered. She had another need to be tended, and if she didn’t do it soon, she thought she might explode. A gust of wind sent a shiver through her, but it wasn’t from the cold – it merely reminded her that her ass was soaking wet with her pee. “What did you do, Phoebes!” she thought, urging herself onward. “You peed your pants! It’s unbelievable! You bad girl!” Oh those words echoing in her head were completely intoxicating.
“I knew I’d find you here!” The world stopped, and for a split second, so did Phoebe’s heart. That voice was all too familiar, even though she hadn’t heard it in four years. “You look amazing,” that grizzled, romantic voice intoned. It couldn’t be him – not now, not in this moment. “Turn around and let me look into this beautiful eyes of yours – and don’t tell me you have chicken pox again.” Shocked, Phoebe slowly pivoted and locked eyes with Ryan, her submarine guy, in his dress white uniform and smiling. “Ah, see! Still as lovely as ever…and this time, pock free!” He swooped in to kiss her and sent her head dipping toward the ground behind bent waist. She was so startled that, for a moment she forgot about her previous intentions and lost herself in his embrace. And then, like a speeding locomotive, it all came back to her. Here was Ryan, as if dropped from the heavens in her hour of need, and boy was she needy.
Without a second thought, she took hold of his arm and yanked him back toward Central Park West. “C’mon, we’re going to my place.”
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They stumbled into her apartment and Phoebe called out for Rachel. Getting no answer, much to her relief, she pushed Ryan forcefully toward her bathroom – not the destination he was expecting, but he was more than willing to play along when he saw that hunger in her eyes. “What’s gotten into you?” he asked. “Am I really so hard to resist?” He didn’t have a chance to say anything else because his mouth was swallowed up in a ferocious animal kiss as they pushed their way inside the little bathroom and Phoebe kicked the door closed behind her.
“This is how it’s gonna work, sailor,” she grunted throatily. “I’m gonna give the orders and you’re gonna follow them.” Ryan had never seen Phoebe play this kind of game before, although given his occupation, he was now a little surprised at that fact. “Is that clear?”
“Aye, ma’am!” he answered, saluting her as if she were his CO. “What are your orders?”
Without a word, Phoebe lifted her sweater over her head, revealing her pee-soaked running pants in all their glory. Ryan’s eyes grew suddenly wider than dinner plates, it seemed to Phoebe. “My God,” he stuttered. “What…happened?”
“I was bad, Ryan. So bad. I was out for a run and, just because I wanted to, I peed my pants. That’s not something grown-ups like me do, now is it?” Ryan certainly didn’t expect this turn of events – Phoebe had always seemed like such a flower to him after months in a steel tube with fifty men. But there was something about her choice of words that made his member stand at attention faster than he’d ever felt it spring to life. He was certain Phoebe wasn’t going to miss that fact. “Well?”
“Uh…I don’t think so, no, ma’am.”
“You have to punish me, Ryan.” He could barely make a guttural croak of acknowledgment. There she was in front of him, soaked from nearly her knees to just below the waist, sweating already from the intense glow of her full-body blush. He could swear he saw heat rising from her like a wave. “I gave you an order, sailor!”
“What would you have me do?” he asked, still numb from the jarring surprises she was throwing his way. One look at her almost begging eyes, and the idea came to him. In one swift motion, he lifted her up off the toilet seat and over his shoulder, reached back and slapped her hard on the ass. At the sting, she gasped and clutched at his sides passionately. He raised a hand and slammed it back down a second time, a little harder still and she squeaked her approval. “Naughty…naughty Phoebe,” he said authoritatively as he leveled another blow to the opposite butt cheek. “How could you do this? Are you five?” He was getting into the spirit of this faster than Phoebe would have imagined possible, and she loved it.
“I want to bathe in it,” she demanded, her desires interrupted only briefly by another crack of his hand against her wet bottom. “I need to be taught a lesson, I’m so bad,” she said between gasps of air. “Cover me, Ryan, now!” He didn’t seem to understand, as his posture didn’t change. “Pee on me, Ryan. That’s an order.”
The thought had never occurred to him, but now that she mentioned it, he was even more aroused. This could pose a problem. He set her back down on her feet and she immediately laid out on the bathroom floor in her white sports bra and jogging pants, waiting expectantly for him to take action. “Uh…I don’t know if you realize this about men, Phoebe, but…”
“Oh, don’t quit on me now, soldier! I’ll never behave myself if I’m not punished.”
“I’d like nothing better, but…I don’t know if I can. It’s hard to…you know…when I’m…you know! You know?”
“That’s not something a girl wants to hear. You’d better follow orders, mister. Don’t make me bust you back down to Ensign.” Encouraged by her insistence, he unzipped and extracted his extremely stiff member – the site of it made Phoebe even more desperate for release. It took him a few tries, but, much to his surprise, he was able to push out a small, fast-moving spurt of pee that splashed Phoebe just below the chin. That first little jet of warm pee startled Phoebe just a little, but she quickly reached a hand under her waistband and rubbed her soaking wet center, slowly at first. “You can do better than that,” she prodded. He tried again, and with slightly less effort, he squirted a second time, aiming this time for her breasts and soaking one of two bra cups. A fully loaded bladder was on the edge of being released completely after this second shot was fired, and, with a little concentration, Ryan was able to start his stream in earnest.
Phoebe’s breath quickened still further and she reached two fingers deep inside of herself as he guided his pee from one side of her to the other and from chin to crotch, coating every inch of her with pee other than her face – something about that didn’t seem gentlemanly to him. “You want to pee your pants like an incorrigible child? Let’s see how you like being soaked in it from head to toe. You filthy girl – you wanton little menace!” She quickened the pace of her fingering, knowing his stream would die down soon. She needed to climax while still feeling that warm salt rain pouring over her unpredictably. She was oh so close…and as the flow slowed to a trickle that danced over the arm that reached under those soaking wet pants, she exploded with a scream and her body contorted into orgasm.
“Now…take me now!” she begged, still frantically rubbing and fingering her throbbing womanhood. Ryan came prepared, quickly plucking a condom from his pocket, kicking his pants and uniform shirt to one side and diving on top of her, not caring that his undershirt was instantly soaked. He pulled her legs around his waist and slid her jogging shorts and panties off of her, freeing one leg at a time. And, as quickly as he could manage, he was inside her, pushing in as deeply as he could go, and she was moaning even more loudly, barking incoherent orders as he began his rhythmic thrusting. Their grip on each other slipped more than once from all of the wetness around them, but he kept up the pace. With amazing speed, he felt her convulse and she squeezed him between her thighs with amazing force to keep from spending that orgasmic energy on a scream piercing enough to bring the cops down on her apartment. Ecstasy fell on her in waves, and never ceased until he groaned his way into his own spectacular climax and collapsed on top of her.
After what seemed like an eternity in heaven, the two returned to the real world together. Pee still dripped from Phoebe as she lifted herself and Ryan into a sitting position on the floor. “How long are you here for, Lieutenant?”
“Just for today – we’re in port for refueling and then we’re off.” Phoebe’s heart sank. “You’d better clean this mess up, little Missy. You were the naughty one – this’ll be part of your punishment.”
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I'm still new to this and trying out new concepts and scenarios. I would love feedback and advice from more experienced members, but please don't post mean comments. Thanks ~R
Lisa, A tall blonde woman, sat in her cubicle, finishing of the last bit of work for the day. She was very excited because tonight she would have some of her work friends over for a girls night. Lisa took a swig from her vitamin water, she finished the whole half of a liter bottle. Staying hydrated was very important to her.
As Lisa left her workplace she noticed a slight urge to pee but ignored it, she had so many thing to do before the girls came over! She stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner and cleaned up around the house a bit. It was already 4 o'clock and she needed to meet her friends at Starbucks at 5. Lisa looked through her closet and found a black skirt and red top to wear and put a black thong on underneath.
Lisa's urge to pee was slowly growing as she left the door to go to Starbucks. When she entered the coffee shop she was greeted by Heather, a slim red-head who likes to party. "hey girly!" she said hugging her friend. "Hi, Heather" said Lisa "are any of the others here yet?" she asked. "Not that I know of" Heather replied. "Do you think there is a washroom here?" asked Lisa who needed to pee. "I would think so" said Heather who had to go a little as well.
After asking a employee Lisa was pointed in the direction of a small hallway in the corner of the cafe. However after walking there and being unable to open the door she asked if there was a key. "No mam, I think the door is just jammed that happens from time to time" the employee replied "but the men's is probably open". Lisa did not want to use the men's washroom, she didn't need to go that bad. Lisa ordered a latte and sipped it quietly as the other women arrived.
Holly a short Asian woman with dark brown hair who was shy at first but when she warms up to you she is feisty and Amber, a curvy brunette with a naughty side. After they talked and finished the assorted drinks they ordered they arrived at Lisa's house at about 6.
Lisa prepared dinner and they girls socialized . Lisa still hadn't used the bathroom yet and neither had the other women. But Holly was the first to speak up, "Lisa can I use your bathroom?" she asked. Before Lisa could answer Amber interjected "how about we have a holding contest" she suggested. The fellow girls seemed to like the idea. "OK the last girl who hasn't peed wins!" said Thea who already had to go pretty badly.
The women stood strong for the first hour or so, the contest had started at 7 but at 8:30 the women started to get restless. "Man this is harder than I thought it would be!" said Amber holding her throbbing urethra. "Agreed" said Holly bouncing up and down on Lisa's bed. Lisa slipped off her thong and her her bare vagina, she didn't care who saw, these girls were really close and she was really competitive and wanted to win.
After another hour none of the women were wearing underwear and they were all holding up their skirts or dresses in order to hold themselves. "I have to pee so bad! I don't think I can hold it much longer!" said Heather trying hard not to loose it all. Suddenly a spurt emerged from between Heather's tired fingers dripping onto the tile floor of Lisa's bedroom. "Oh no! I think I'm going to loose it!" said Heather urgently. A low hissing sound filled the room as a small leak of urine trickled from Heather's exposed vagina. "somebody get the garbage can I'm loosing it!" said Heather as Amber kicked the garbage can towards her. As soon as Heather had her privates over the can pee started gushing out from within her spraying all over the metal. She sighed with relief as she emptied her bladder into the metal can.
Holly moaned in agony at the sight of Heather wetting sending a spurt through her small fingers. "I don't think i can hold it I'm going to the bathroom!" said Holly hobbling to the bathroom which was connected to the bedroom. Holly was halfway into the bathroom when she lost it pee went everywhere all over the floor dripping down her legs and landing all over her feet. After her bladder was completely emptied she began to clean up after herself.
Lisa meanwhile was on her bed clutching her privies for dear life watching Amber do the same. "This is so hard!" said Lisa "I've had so much to drink today".
Amber was barely holding on, she had secretly already leaked a few times. She had also drank a lot. "I con't do it!" she said " the pain is too much!" she exclaimed "but i don't know where to pee because I can't make it to the bathroom" she said she was laying next to Lisa.
"How about we both let it go together, right here right now" said Amber barely able to contain her bladder. "but where will I sleep?" asked Lisa "You guys can sleep at my place" offered Heather
"Done" said Lisa "on my count 1,2,3!" she said letting go of her vagina letting her pee fly from her vagina soaking the sheets along with Amber's strong stream. The golden liquid soared from their strained urethrae. Tiny droplets hitting Heather and Holly and hitting the floor. Lisa ans Amber moaned in pleasure rubbing their vaginae. Amber came sending her pee mixture all over the bed and after 2min they finished panting.
That night marked the wettest girls night Lisa had ever hosted and it was a night t remember indeed.
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A bit of a foreword, this story takes place in a Post new frontier-esque world where super heroes are just now being accepted as heroes. The first four chapters will chronicle the origin story of the four female titans: Starfire, Huntress, Wondergirl and Arrowette. The fifth chapter will be the formation of the titans, including Damian Wayne, Impulse and Blue Beetle. This will probably be a seven chapter run, but if it is successful I may make a prequel involving WonderWoman, Catwoman, Powergirl and Black Canary. This world is the first in my DC Omo-verse reboot. Any other questions, just ask.
Chapter One: The Leader
Utter darkness enveloped the room, shallow breathing could be faintly heard coming from the far corner along with the occasional shift of fabric against fabric. Outside the large window, the swirl of darkness continued, with the added hazard of thick fog, visible from small fields of light originating from nearly useless street lamps. The thin crescent moon granted a sliver of light that only gave the fog a silvery glow.
In an instant the peace was disturbed by a blaring alarm. A startled gasp was uttered from the far corner as an adolescent girl was abruptly awoken from her slumber. She fumbled for her lamp switch before succeeded in illuminating the room. She quickly shielded her squinting eyes from the burning light with her hand. She groaned audibly as she hopped out of bed onto the cold hard wood floor.
The blonde girl cringed instantly, but continued onward, dressed in only white panties and a pink night shirt. As she approached the bathroom she began to lift her night shirt above her, revealing her ample breasts. Just before her shirt obscured her vision, she caught a glimpse of a silhouette outside her window. By the time she removed her shirt, it was gone.
A foreboding began to rise with in her, but she fought to suppress it. You’re imagining things, Cassandra. She scolded herself for over-reacting to a half asleep delusion. She shook her head as she slid her panties down her long silky legs before starting a hot shower to cleanse her body and more importantly, wake her up.
An hour or so later Cassandra was lacing her red converse sneakers, dressed in dark wash skinny jeans, and a hot pink t-shirt. She smiled as she shouldered her bag and started off towards school. She was a few blocks from her house when she felt a tug in her bladder. She grimaced inwardly as she realized she had forgotten to void her bladder prior to leaving her house.
No time to fixate on could-have-beens. Cassandra told herself. She took off into a jog, hoping to get to school in time to stop by the restrooms… if not god help her. She cursed under her breath as she pushed her way through the streets hoping to cut her twenty minute walk in half. “Shoulda took the bus.” She mumbled under her breath. No time for shoulda’s either. The people of Jumpy City became obstacles in Cassie’s path.
She constantly stumbled into pedestrians who lined the streets moving about their morning business. Typically she would stop and apologize but she had bigger problems than poor manners. She grit her teeth and kept her head up as she moved forward making sure to hang onto her bag as she navigated the streets of the busy city.
She grimaced as she seemingly felt the urine slosh around in her body. She picked up the pace as she continued forward dodging people like they were mere obstacles as she kept on hand on her back pack strap so she didn’t lose it amidst the crowds. She cringed as her urethra began to tingle, threatening to allow the pent up urine passage into her jeans. “No, no, no, no.” She groaned.
Her eyes darted for her least favorite shortcut. Within mere minutes she came into proximity of the alley way. She reluctantly made a sharp turn into the filthy passage and continued racing forward, knowing it would emerge on the other side of the block, giving her a straight thought to the school. On the other hand it also made sure there would be no witnesses if something went awry.
She didn’t ponder the circumstances as she ducked through the alleyway and skirted around trashcans and piles of trash. Right now, her bladder was the only thing that could potentially make life harder for her. At least that’s what she chose to believe. Of course, Murphy’s law decided to come in play. As she shifted around a corner and out of sight she was shoved against a wall.
“Ow!” She groaned as pain traveled shot from shoulder. Her eyes briefly caught a glimpse of a spray painted S-shield and a sense of irony momentarily passed through her brain. Where is her hero now?
Before she could fully react she was turned to see her assailant, a lean, dirty faced thug with a weathered beany and torn jacket. “Ay, sweet heart, are you going to make this easy for me.” He said flicking out a knife as he began to slice open her shirt.
“Ah!” Cassandra squealed as she struggled against his grasp. Her eyes were wide with fear and her knees began to go weak. She barely recognized the steady flow of hot pee pouring down her leg. “Get off!” She tried to shove him away but he held on with an iron grip.
“I guess no-“ He was cut short by a jet of fiery energy crashing into his body, sending it flying like a smoldering rag doll.
“Well that was hardly a demonstration worthy of the daughter of Zeus.” A sarcastic baritone mocked. A moment later a tall, handsome man appeared. He wore simple blue jeans and a button up dress shirt, that was left unbuttoned, showing off his prominent set of abs and pecks. His face bore a cocky smile and ruffled reddish brown hair fell just above his ears.
Cassandra retreated from the figure, her legs trembled as rivulets of golden pee continued to cascade down her thighs, soaking the fabric of her jeans. Her body shook as a puddle formed beneath her. She instinctively covered up her black bra from his sight. “W-who are you?”
“Aw, my own sis doesn’t recognize me.” He said with a smirk. “well half sis, anyway. We share the same dad. The big man upstairs,” He said making a snarky point towards the sky. “Zues. And for whatever reason daddy dearest has decided you are worthy of powers.” He rolled his eyes. Within a blink he was a mere foot from Cassandra and his hands grabbed her shoulders as they grew bright white.
Cassandra was unable to react and could only stand there as her stream of urine began to subside to a trickle before stopping all together. The next thing she knew she felt an overwhelming sense of power and pent up energy over take her. The world spun and she stumbled backwards just as everything fixed itself.
The man grimaced as he stepped out of her urine puddle and examined his sneakers. “Well sis, see ya.” He muttered. “Oh, and here’s this.” He said tossing her a glowing lasso. “I don’t think Zeus directly implied you were supposed to have this, but why not?” He turned to leave.
“You never answered my question.”
“Oh? Who am I? Well, the Romans call me Mars, the Greek call me Ares. Personally I prefer the latter. But I will also accept, ‘your royal highness, patron father of war.” He winked before vanishing.
Two Months Later
Cassandra found herself atop the roof tops of Jump City. She was dressed in jeggings, for style and mobility, and a red t-shirt with a golden W across the majority of the chest. Golden gauntlets protected her wrists and a red glowing lasso was suspended from her belt. He eyes searched through the darkness.
“Come on out Cheetah.” Cassandra coaxed, strutting forward. “I promise I won’t bite.”
“I can’t promise the same.” A voice snarled as a humanoid cheetah like creature leaped from the shadows, pouncing on Cassandra.
Cassandra hit the ground and rolled from the flurry of claws that Cheetah released. The villainess managed to leave deep cracks into the concrete roof as Cassandra pushed herself to her feet and brought one leg in an upwards sweep, connecting with Cheetah’s head.
“You will pay for that Amazon!” She hissed as she stumbled backwards.
“No, actually I am the greek demigod Wondergirl.” Cassandra smirked as she released a punch, connecting with Cheetah’s bare abdomen.
“Titles are meaningless for the dead.” The cheetah slashed at the young heroines body. Cassie managed to block the attacks with her Olympian guantlets.
“Come on Barbara, you have to do better if-“
She was cut short as the villainess feline manage to slice her arm. “Better than that?”
“Much.” Cassie grunted, instantly returned the attack with a bunch. Barbara managed to dodge most of the impact as she sprung backwards into a summersault.
“Careful to keep your ego in control. Arrogance makes the meat taste bitter.” She growled, leaping back at the demigod, her claws slicing across her stomach. Cassandra cringed as she fell back to the ground, kicking Cheetah’s feet out from under her.
Cheeta caught herself with a hand stand before propelling herself over Cassandra, landing gracefully on her feet as her tail swatted Cassie in the face.
“It’s time to end this.” Cassandra growled as she leaped to her feet and grasped her lasso. With nothing more than mere focus the glowing lasso shot at the villainess , entrapping her around the throat. The noose pulled tight as powerful lightning surged through the lasso, subduing the feline villainess . She slowly transformed from her cheetah form to her read haired mortal form, completely nude.
“This should be an interesting find for some cop.” Cassandra chuckled. She carried the limp body in her arms, checked for breathing, when she confirmed the villainess was stable she floated to the ground below and wrapped her in a trench coat before laying her in front of the police station. Even after the vigilante legislature had been lifted, it was still best for her too keep out of sight, especially with such a simple costume. She instantly took off in flight, hurtling through the sky away from the police station and back to her bed. |
I am sorry for the quality of this post. I rushed through this thing within ten-twenty minutes. I just want to get to the other characters I guess:P
Chapter 2: the pariah
Rain fell in sheets around the slender silhouette as it made its way across the rooftops of Gotham City. The moon briefly illuminated the city before it passed behind yet another storm cloud. In that single moment the purple ensemble that compromised the Huntress uniform.
Her icy blue eyes drifted across the streets of Gotham, looking for her target. Her silky black hair billowed lightly in the winds as she stepped to the edge of the rooftop. Her shadow fell across the street as the moon slipped from the cover of a cloud. The familiar, almost batman like shadow stretched just in front of a lumbering man.
“I am not in the mood Batman.” An almost robotic voice called out.
“I’ll be sure to pass the message to him.” Huntress called down, leaping form her perch to the street below. Her cape billowed out around her, catching the air like a parachute as she landed gracefully on her feet. She was quick to act as she withdrew her signature minicross bow from her belt and sent a bolt flying at the man’s metallic armor.
“Yet another one of the dark knight’s lackeys. No matter.” He said plucking the arrow from his suit. “You will have to excuse me. I have other matters to take care of.” He said firing a beam from a futuristic gun.
“Gah!” Helena cried as her arm was encased with ice against the building she leaped from. “Fries!”
“It appears you already have.” He said as he turned to leave.
“Not funny!” She cried as she struggled to pull free from the ice trap. Her plight was answered by another blast from the freeze ray and her other hand froze to the same encasement of ice. “Dammit Victor!” She swore as she began to push against the wall with her feet. Eventually the icy man left and Helena was stuck leaning against the wall in a very uncomfortable position.
She groaned as she crossed her legs and rested her head against the wall. She began to tap her feet as she frowned as she attempted to wiggle her fingers from behind the ice. She began to pick up the pace in which she tapped her feet. “So not the time…” She mumbled as she leaned away from the ice, hoping to break free. She exhausted every method in her immediate arsenal, but without her hands, Helena was helpless to escape the ice trap.
“Not good.” She groaned as she tightened her legs around each other. She blushed as she imagined how the sight looked. The great Huntress, hands encased in ice, legs crossed as she desperately fought to contain her urine. She blushed harder as she began to shiver. “I am going to kick his ass.” She said through gritted teeth as she grudgingly relaxed and leaned against the wall, making sure to keep her legs crossed.
What felt like hours, but in reality must have been one hour at the most, later Helena was approached by a common street thug. The dirty villain flashed a yellow grin at what he assumed was an easy target.
“Hey, sweetheart. It must be your lucky day.” He said with the same, disgusting grin. He swaggered over to her drawing a knife.
“Today, on the other hand, isn’t your lucky day.” She confirmed as she tore her hands from the ice and sent a kick flying towards his head, instantly knocking him out. “oh!” She cried as she shoved her hands into her crotch. She wrinkled her face as she felt the urine slosh around in her bladder. “That was NOT a good idea.” She managed to regain her composure and quickly started off one Fries’s trail. Fortunately he wasn’t exactly subtle and left a trail leading directly to him, and the Gotham Bank.
“Hey, Mr. Freeze, we have some unfinished business.”
“Oh, you again?”
“Don’t give me such a cold shoulder.”
“Ha.” He groaned, annoyed. His ice beam shot in her direction once again. She cartwheeled out of its path. She grit her teeth as she felt a spurt of hot pee seep into her panties. This was yet another bad idea to add to her pile. She withdrew her crossbow again and sent an explosive bolt into his gun. The Ice ray ruptured immediately sending frozen gusts within the ten foot radius, as well as encasing Victor in a prison of ice.
“It almost seems poetic.” She smiled as she started off. “Now to find a bathro-“
“Stop in the name of the law!”
“Of course.” Helena groaned as she raised her arms only to hear gun fire aimed in her direction. “What the hell?” She cried hitting the ground as hot lead flew overhead. She immediately rolled and turned to face her attackers. Her efforts were rewarded with a bullet connecting with her chest. She cried out as her body was sent backwards. Fortunately her suit spared her of any serious injury; however the shock of the impact relinquished her control over her bladder.
She winced as she felt hot pee gush out of her urethra, soaking her panties and seeping out of her leg holes into a puddle beneath her. “Great.” She groaned as she passed out. |
So here is a model of how I imagine Cissie:)
Chapter 3: The Victor
Cissie’s legs trembled as she drew her bowstring back. She bit her lip lightly as she released the arrow and watched it easily slice through a bulls-eyes. Of course it did, she could hit that target mid-flip, a simple pee dance was nothing. The blonde archers paced around the cement floor of the large hangar like room that was filled with targets and a complicated series of walls, pillars and many other obstacles that formed an obstacle course of a maze that only a life-long athlete could ever HOPE to complete.
It wasn’t the first time Cissie had been in this situation. Since the time she was old enough to draw back the string of a compound bow she was stuck spending four eyes in the “quiver”, as her mother called it, honing her skills. Of course it had paid off, last year at the summer Olympics she became the youngest gold medal archer at the age of fifteen.
Gold medal or not, Cissie wasn’t nearly as fond of her skills as her mother was. Her mother was overbearing to say the least. She was an Olympic archer as well, but had less success: silver medal, brief career as a vigilante before she was apprehended and barely avoided death row. So of course the prideful women decided to live her life through her “prodigal” daughter.
Cissie doubled over as she drew the string back, she held the bow sideways and aimed it up, firing yet another bulls eye. Tears welled up in her eyes; this was worse than anything Cissie had ever endured. She had been desperate too pee before, but never this badly. She wondered how long it had been, her mother never allowed her a clock in the room.
In fact, aside from a pair of yoga pants, a sports bra, tennis shoes and of course her bow and arrows, she wasn’t allowed to bring anything in the room. “No time for nonsense.” Cissie’s mother had often said.
Cissie rolled her eyes at her mother’s strict training regimen for her: sit-ups, push-ups etc. before school, four hours of training with a bow after school, gymnastics on the weekends, MMA every Tuesday and Thursday and even the stupid trapeze class when she was younger. She barely had time for homework, and no time for friends or TV, despite the flat screen that resided in her bathroom.
She glanced down at her grey yoga pants with no desire to seem them darken with glistening wet patches. She contorted into an odd shape as her body erupted in agonizing desperation. Her gaze rose to the ceiling to find another target which found itself holding an arrow in its center.
Cissie grit her teeth as a drop of golden pee seeped into the fabric of her thong. She winced but allowed herself to shoot another arrow into a bull’s eye. She groaned as she prepared for her next shot. She loosened her body up and froze as she waited for her bladder to adjust. She managed to contain her bladder with only her sphincter muscles but only just. She took a deep breath and broke out into a run.
She performed a one handed hand spring and as soon as her hand left the ground it pulled the string of the bow back and fired an arrow into a target midway through her arc. She landed with a jolt to her bladder but ignored the second drop. Her mother wouldn’t be satisfied it she wasted time catering to her bladder, besides what hero would waste time with such a trivial need?
Oh yes, another one of her mother’s plans. Cissie was training not only to be a gold medalist, no she already achieved that, now she was training to become a vigilante. Why not? The public was beginning to accept vigilantes after the attack from the war world. So of course her mother began to sew her a costume while she continued her training with the eventual plan to patrol the streets as a vigilante.
Cissie barely realized she was slide through a tube until she emerged from the other side and sent an arrow immediately into another target. She brought her knees to her chest and launched them forward so that she propelled herself to her feet instantly sending yet another arrow into a target.
Her urethra was in agony as pent up urine sloshed around her bladder, begging for release. The run was helping but not by much. (If only I had a plug arrow) Cissie mused as she grabbed another quiver of arrows from the ground to replace her empty one. She raced off again towards another series of targets as pee spurted into her thong.
She glanced down to make sure there wasn’t a wet spot as she drew back her bow. Satisfied that there wasn’t she released the arrow into a target and continued on. She dove forward and managed to send two arrows before she was on her feet. One went over the obstacle before her, mid dive, the other to her left immediately after colliding with the ground.
She was on her feet again but at a slower pace. Her bladder began to feel like she was lugging around a cannon ball in her gut. Even her abs was missing and a bulge in their place. She winced as every step sent a jolt to her bladder that was sloshing with golden liquid searching for release. Cissie tried to keep up her pace but with every target she was dragging her feet more and more.
She dove sideways behind a pillar sending an arrow into a target. The hard landing sent a drizzle of urine free. She was still lying on her side when she gasped; hot pee began to seep from her urethra and into her yoga pants. The fabric gradually began to glisten around the crotch before two trails began to form leading down the side. She winced despite the euphoria of the relief. Golden rivulets rolled down her right thigh as her hands grasped her crotch. She managed to stem the flow and rise to her feet.
She glanced down at a coaster sized puddle and then her legs. Her crotch had a large stain and two trails rain sideways. Her face burned like a red flame. (Oh god, I’m actually wetting myself!) She strained to move forward and continue firing at target, but now she was stuck walking.
Even at her steady pace she was in agony. Every other step sent a drop of urine free, eventually the warmth of the soggy fabric began to grow cool. Her body trembled but she never managed to miss a bull’s eye. (Oh God!) She desperately thought, wishing nothing more than too hold herself. She entered a circular chamber with several targets for her.
Cissie couldn’t deny the immense relief she took in not having to walk, at least for a little while. She instantly wrapped her legs tightly around each other and began selecting targets to fire at. Her body began to shake and it took her longer to aim. Her bladder began to resound with a stabbing pain in her lower abdomen. Her urethra was practically on fire as she released arrow after arrow.
Despite her plight, she eventually grew too weak to fight her urge. Hot pee began to leak from her urethra in golden rivulets that slowly cascaded down her thigh. Her skin tight yoga pants began to reveal the stream as it darkened and glistened with warm wetness. Her butt began to grow damp and warm, the fabric formed a large heart like wet patch that glistened and expanded.
Cissie’s bow clattered to the floor along with the arrow she never managed to nock. Both hands immediately flew to her crotch as she tried to desperately stop the flow. She trembled her hands proved futile and were only saturated with hot pee. Cissie winced and bent her head back, eyes shut tight.
Golden pee was now gushing out of her body and streaming down her long legs, the streams were visible from outside the fabric as the rivulets streaked behind her legs and began to drizzle to the ground in several small streams. The fabric of her yoga pants seemed to ripple with the flow of urine as it grew darker and darker and began to glisten.
Cissie finally removed her hands too find them dripping with urine and fell to her needs. Golden pee began to pour from her and soaked the butt of her pants before rolling down her ankles and heels too form a puddle below. Her head slumped forward and her golden hair hid her blushing face. She resigned to wet herself and took no pleasure in the humiliating release.
A large golden puddle began to expand beneath her. Ripples spread throughout it as more and more golden liquid began to release itself. Rivulets ran down her thighs and calfs in chaotic patterns, her yoga pants showed several dark glistening streaks that began to connect and intertwine until nearly her entire pants were dark grey, almost black, and glistening with wetness.
The warmth was almost a welcome compared to the chill of the room, nevertheless Cissie felt absolutely disgusted by her embarrassing accident. Her hands hung limply at her sides and her finger tips brushed through the expanding puddle. She winced in disgust and rose to her feet as her bladder finally emptied itself. Golden rivulets that had collect on her before, now fell to the ground below.
She remained in her place until her legs were only dripping with urine. She cast her gaze to her bow that was just out of proximity of her puddle of pee. She glumly picked both up and headed for the doorway. She attached the bow to her back and waited at the door in her most passive pose she had ever found herself in.
Her right arm loosely clutched the wrist of her left, which hung to her side. Her right leg bent back slightly and fell behind her right, it’s toe barely touching the ground. She bit her lip as her mother opened the door and found her urine soaked daughter.
Bonnie froze, shocked. She wasn’t sure what to do. Her daughter had never wet herself before, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. “Uh.” She stalled. “Go get cleaned up.”
Cissie’s eyes widened. She had expected to be punished. (How many teenage girls wet themselves? I acted like a little baby. How am I not in trouble?) She didn’t ask her question aloud, and instead left the room silently and went to take a shower.
Cissie took a cold shower, no longer enjoying the sensation of hot water running down her body. In fact the thought of it disgusted her. She shook her head and allowed herself to cry. Her tears mingled with the running water and her sobs were drowned out by the shower. She remained under the flow until she finally regained her composure and thoroughly washed her body of sweat and urine. When she was sure she was clean and all cried out, she shut off the flow and left the bathroom in a towel.
She cast her gaze to the sopping pile of wet clothes and frowned, she was about to start a wash for it when her mother called her too their living room. She entered the room, which was surprisingly homey for two people who rarely resided in it. A large television rested in the middle, one couch sat several feet in front of it and a recliner sat at an angle facing it. In the center of the room was a coffee table covered in old magazines, and new ones alike. A picture of some mountains rested against the far wall, near a window that revealed a small neighborhood within Jump City. The strangest object; however, was a large white cover over some hidden object.
“Suzanne, I have something for you.” Her mother said warmly. She pulled the cover to reveal a mannequin dressed in a super heroine costume. A red mask covered the mannequins eyes and forehead. A skin tight midriff shirt, that was almost short enough to be a sports bra, covered the torso along with a strap to a large metallic quiver full of carbon arrows. A white tennis skirt with a golden waist band covered its waist and groin area. Red flat thigh high boots leaned against along with red leather archery gloves that reached too the elbow.
“Wow!” Cissie gasped. Despite her general apprehension to her mother’s ideas she was amazed at the costume. She loved it.
“I’m taking it that you like it, Arrowette?”
X
Cissie hid behind a rooftop generator as she shimmied her leg into her last boot. She piled her street clothes together before she pulled the quiver over her shoulder and onto her back. She rose to her feet, admiring how flexible the boots actually were. Her costume actually felt as good too wear as it was to look at. She grabbed her red bow and peered over the generator and glanced into the window of the empty airport. She drew a zip-line arrow. She attached one end to the building behind her and shot the arrow through the window sinking into a wall.
She attached a hook to the wire and slid down the line, across the street and inside the airport. Cissie drew a blunt arrow and crept through the room. The sound of gunfire came a short distance away. She immediately took off in a sprint, her bow still drawn back as she round the corner to see a young girl dressed in a simple white dress, hiding behind a food stand. A henchmen chased after her firing his pistol.
Arrowette didn’t waste any time and sent the arrow flying, easily knocking out the criminal. She approached the younger girl and knelt next to her, noticing a puddle of urine beneath her. “Hey, do you know what’s going on?”
“My uncle is trying to kill me!” She cried in a hushed tone.
“What, why? Was that him?” Cissie asked.
“No, that was one of his servants. My uncle is Count Vertigo and I believe he wishes to kill me to gain throne of Vlatava. I am Queen Perdita.” She announced, ignoring her puddle of urine.
“Well I am honored to be in your presence my highness.” Arrowette bowed politely.
“Thank you.” Perdita answered unsure of what to say.
Two more goons came down the hall and Arrowette drew another trick arrow and sent it flying at them. The arrow ruptured and formed a net that ensnared both men and instantly became alive with electricity.
A wall exploded to her right. Cissie drew an arrow but froze when she noticed it was a local superheroine, Wondergirl.
“Whose that?” The queen asked.
“A good guy.” Cissie answered as she rose to her feet.
“Hey, I’m on your side.” Cissie called.
“Glad to hear it.” Wondergirl replied. “I take it that she is Queen Perdita?”
“Yeah, I’m escorting her to safety. You are welcome to help.” Cissie replied helping the girl to her feet.
Cassie nodded and flew over to the girls.
“We can help too.” Answered a young boy, about twelve. He was surprisingly muscular for his size with dark hair and a red costume she recognized as batman’s sidekick’s costume. Robin. His friend was an older, attractive girl with raven hair and a mostly purple costume. Huntress.
“We can watch your back, while you too pave a way.” Huntress said.
“I feel so honored to be in the presence of so many powerful people.” Cissie remarked as she grabbed the young girls hand and led her towards the shattered window. Their escape was interrupted by a powerful explosion. Cissie was launched through the air as a wall of fire erupted from the ground. She seemed to move in slow motion as she reached out and caught the Queen just as Cissie crashed onto her back.
“Guess we’re not going that way.” Wondegirl chuckled.
“Funny.” Cissie muttered as she helped the Queen to her feet and ushered her into the opposite direction.
The group raced through the airport in search of a viable exit. Cissie occasionally fired arrows at enemies but mostly kept to comforting Perdita while her allies took out henchmen left and right. They finally found themselves in the parking garage.
“Almost there.” Cassie announced.
“Obviously.” Robin rolled his eyes.
“Shut up, Damian.” Helena groaned.
“Well, she is really letting her blonde side show.”
“What’s wrong with blondes?” Arrowette asked.
“Well they obviously don’t know how to come up with super hero costumes.”
“Whatever.” Cissie said with no real idea for a comeback. They were racing to get from the eighth floor to the ground floor when another explosion interrupted their progress. Cissie felt the ground fall from beneath her. Perdita fell with her. Cissie gripped her tightly as the fell down several floors before she crashed onto solid cement, somehow alive. Perdita was in much better condition somehow.
Cissie released Perdita who immediately hid behind a car. Cissie groaned as she pulled her quiver from behind her back, cringing. She removed an arrow as she saw a tall man in a green cape approached.
“Relinquish the girl.” He demanded.
“Never.” Cissie said as she rose to her feet. She moved to protect Perdita when Count Vertigo pressed a mechanism on his temple. Instantly the world began to spin. Cissie struggled to walk, she nocked her arrow and aimed only to find far too many Count’s. She fell to the ground and released the arrow anyway only to find it pass through one of the many Count’s. She curled in a ball, no longer able to too tell what was up and down.
“Don’t hurt her!” She demanded. She grit her teeth. (I can’t give up like this. I can’t let her die!) She fought to rise to her feet. It took her moment to realize she was already standing again. She moved towards Perdita but found herself getting further way. She fell over. “No!”
“Amazing. Not even a solider should be able to stand. What is your drive to protect a girl you don’t even know?”
“She’s innocent.”
“So?”
“So I won’t let you kill her!” She tried to charge him but slammed to the ground and caused her nose to bleed.
“Your valiance is almost noble… I mean stupid.” Vertigo announced as he moved toward Perdita. He was interrupted as a red blur crashed into him. A tall teen boy with dark reddish hair in a red and white costume dangled his mechanism in front of the man.
Instantly the world righted itself and Cissie dashed for Perdita. The other teen heroes finally decided to make an appearance and apprehended the Count. Arrowette finally managed to escort the queen to her guards below. She was on her way to leaving to her house when the group dropped by, led by Wondergirl.
“Hey, we were talking while you saved Perdita we were talking and… we think that we can form a team.”
“The teen Titans.” The speedster named impulse interrupted.
“right. And we were hoping you would join us.”
“Of course!” Cissie answered immediately.
Next chapter will be the last sadly, but will include starfire and raven. |
So for imagery purposes below is an image of the model for Starfire
A teenage girl sat atop the ledge of one of the many skyscrapers in Jump City. Her barefeet dangled off the edge below, long red hair ran nearly the entire length of her back and seemed to flow like a billowing flame. Her groin and breast areas were covered by a two piece violet swimsuit she had stolen from someone’s backyard.
The alien shuddered as she recounted her arrival to earth. She had fled from her homeworld after her own sister sought to execute her. Using her own flight energy she managed to escape her own planet’s atmosphere and carry her body the twenty six light years from her planet of Tamaran to Earth in a stasis similar to cryogenic coma. Her royal uniform had burn off upon entry of the earth’s atmosphere leaving her nude and alone.
Starfire shook the thoughts from her head and turned her attention to the setting sun. Her eyes followed the clouds nearest to the horizon as they slowly drifted out of sight amidst the red skies. The colors slowly grew deeper and darker as it transitioned from scarlet, to violet then the deep indigo of night.
Starfire slowly leaned backwards until her back rested on the smooth cement rooftop. Her legs still dangled below as she fell asleep staring at the few stars that dared to show themselves in the Jump City skyline.
Starfire was awoke to an odd tickle in her urethra. She instantly shoved her hand between her legs as her body began to alert her to its need to void itself of liquid. Even her Tamarian biology couldn’t continue without the need for a restroom and she desperately needed one.
Though Tamarians spoke English, oddly enough, it was apparent that certain terms didn’t translate to English. One term in particular, Starfire learned, only gained odd looks from citizens she spoke to on the streets. She couldn’t find the earth term to express her need to urinate and eventually found it futile and flew to her perch atop the sky scraper she woke up on.
Regardless of her conversational block she needed to pee! She began to squirm as she descended to the ground below in search of someone she hoped to speak too. Her body slowly drifted to the ground and despite her skimpy attire, she blended in well among the citizens of Jump City. Her eyes darted among the crowd of people as she tried to speak.
“Hello,” “Excuse me,” “Boarse Squadley?” “Lawlip?” “Help!” She tried to gain their attention to no avail.
She was beginning to give up when she saw a girl in a purple cloak dart into an alleyway. Starfire assumed it would be easier to gain someone’s attention if they were alone; with this in mind she followed the odd girl.
“Hello, you!” Starfire called as she floated after the pretty girl.
The girl turned around. “Go away.” He tone was calm and devoid of emotion.
“I just require your assistance, I need to find a… facility to… remove the liquid from my body?” She tried to explain her need.
The girl froze in response trying to decipher her message. “Do you mean a restroom?” She asked in a monotone voice.
“Yes, a restroom!” Starfire rejoiced.
The girl began to reply when she began to tremble, her eyes flicked between their normal hue and bright glowing red before settling on the latter. She released a blood curdling shriek and arced her bag, hovering in midair for a short moment.
Starfire stepped backwards, holding herself in order to avoid wetting herself at the frightful display.
The girl fell to her feet. Her smile twitched to a sinister smirk. She uttered a few undecipherable words, her normal voice nearly drowned out by a demonic overtone. Starfire couldn’t react before her body was encased in a black shell of energy as it was propelled backwards.
The other girl took off in a flight, assuming Starfire would be incapacitated. Starfire was fine however, and despite a coaster sized wet patch on the butt of her bikini, she rose unscathed. She was however, beginning to feel herself grow increasingly desperate.
Her eyes began to glow bright green as she hurtled after the cloaked girl. “Excuse me, but that wasn’t very nice.” Starfire called to her. She received no reply.
“I’m sorry, but I was talking to you.” She cried as she launched an orb of green energy at her attacker. The girl recoiled and began to fumble through the air before regaining her composure. She turned, uttered another few undecipherable words and Starfire found herself slamming to the sidewalk below. Even she couldn’t take that much abuse and she began to lose consciousness as a dark yellow puddle began to form beneath her.
Starfire awoke sometime later to find an ensemble of teens in colorful clothing standing above her.
“What is it and girls not controlling their bladders?” Damian asked.
Helena flicked the bratty Robin in the ear.
“Are you ok?” Cassie asked helping the Tamarian to her feet.
Starfire gazed down to find herself dressed in civilian clothing: violet skinny jeans, black high heels and a violet helter top. “I’m… ok.” Starfire said as she admired her clothing.
“Sorry, Huntress was the only one whose clothes fit on you. Apparently she only wears purple.” Cassie replied.
“It’s ok... I like purple.”
“Great. Now who attacked you?” Arrowette inquired.
“A girl with a purple cloak and…”
“Magical powers and flight?” Impulse asked.
“Yes… how did you know that?” Starfire tilted her head.
“Because she’s coming in.” He replied. Just then the windows of Titan Tower (which despite Impulse’s suggestion, was not shaped like a giant T) erupted in shards of glass as a street light sliced through and stabbed itself onto the far wall, in the middle of a large metallic T.
The girl from earlier entered through the shattered window. “Hello.” The demonic voice spoke. “Teen Titans.” It uttered the two words in a mocking tone.
“Who are you?” Wondergirl asked as she reached for her lasso.
“I am the demon Trigon, inhabiting the body of my Daughter ‘raven,’ as she likes to be called now.”
“Well Trigon, I hate to break it to you, but we don’t appreciate you breaking in here.” Wondergirl replied.
“Pun not intended.” Impulse interjected.
“That wasn’t a pun. She just said the same word twice.” Arrowette corrected she nocked an arrow and drew the string back.
“You foolish mortals, dare attack the great Trigon?”
“More like the great Trigon dares to attack the Teen Titans!” Impulse shouted as she sped towards the floating girl.
Trigon uttered another phrase and he was sent flying back where he collided with Damian. The two were knocked out upon impact with the ground. Wondergirl hurled her lasso which was crackling with electricity but Trigon’s magic caught it midair and caused it to capture both Cissie and Helena. The two archer themed heroines spasmed from the voltage before the passed out.
Wondergirl herself was encased in a flowing black forcefield, only her silhouette was visible from within.
“I won’t allow you to hurt these people!” Starfire cried sending a large blast of green energy at Raven. Trigon screamed and for a brief moment Raven’s eyes returned to normal. In that moment she uttered a phrase in her natural monotone voice and the world went black for Starfire.
When her vision returned, Starfire found herself in a negative version of the room she previously resided in. To her right Raven stood in white clothing, before her another raven floated in black robes.
“I’m going to need your help to do fight my father.” Raven said as the black cloaked raven spoke with Trigon’s voice.
“Stand down, daughter.” He demanded.
“Never!” She replied defiantly.
“Very well then.” He uttered another incantation and four more raven’s appeared. Starfire instantly engaged in battle with the shadows of the true Raven alongside the real one. After a while the two heroines found themselves facing off against Trigon, still using Raven as a vessel.
“I repent you!” Raven cried as she screamed her father was encased in dark energy and his physical body began to fade and dissipate.
The world returned to normal and Raven was back in her purple cloak, slumped over in exhaustion. Wondergirl broke free of her prison.
“Not cool.” She leaned against the wall, gazing at her friends. “I saw everything, seems you are yourself.”
“My father won’t return.” Raven agreed.
“Great… you know… We could use someone as powerful as you two on our team. Are you up for it?”
“Definitely.” Starfire agreed.
“…That would be nice.” Raven admitted.
You have no idea how happy I am to be finished with this story. Now I can begin writing Smallville High:) |
First attempt at a fanfiction, it's a little long but I prefer stories with more of a buildup, plus I'm a big justice league fan (although this is on Teen Titans, they're in the same comic universe)
Beast boy sat on the cold floor of the tiny cell wondering how on earth they had managed to get themselves into such a ridiculous predicament. In principle it had been a simple assignment; the justice league had their hands full with some scheme of Lex Luthors, when they received a distress signal from Atlantis. Since the Teen Titans had visited the city before, Batman suggested that they be allowed to handle it. The Titans had been pretty damn excited when Bats and Wonder Woman showed up that morning at their base with a mission assignment. Beast Boyhad quickly chugged the remainder of his coffee (he really needed to cut back on that) and boarded the sub with his friends; he could have just gone as a dolphin or something, but why waste an opportunity to bug the hell out of Raven in an hour of forced captivity.
The ride there went off without a hitch, although he did begin to feel the bladder pounding effects of the coffee (he tried to remember if he had used the bathroom since last night's gaming and Pepsi chugging session with Cyborg, he didn't think he had). They arrived and found...absolutely nothing wrong, Aqua Lad had met them (guess his dad's too cool for us, Beast Boy thought sourly), and seemed genuinely surprised at their arrival. As they talked, Beast Boy felt a much stronger pang in his bladder (damn it had been a looong time since he had gone), but what was he gonna do,tell Aqua Lad he needed to go potty? Hell no, especially not in front of Raven and Starfire. Besides, he had never had an accident in his life, one of the perks of being able to turn into a dog and let go at any tree of his convenience (well, he supposed he HAD wet the bed once when he was 12...but the hand in warm water trick hardly counted.) Anyway they were just about to leave when they were suddenly attacked on all sides by weird fish monster things, which was totally fine, but when Green Lantern nemesis Sinestro showed up, things got a bit dicey; apparently they had been expecting some members of the justice league to answer the fake distress call, well sucks to be them...no wait, sucks to be me he thought as he morphed into a cheetah to avoid Sinestro's ridiculous ring blast things. Of course, he was so busy looking up he didn't see the wall as he ran full force into it.
The first thing he felt after that was an intense urge to pee, he said to himself just go man, he relaxed, and suddenly woke up on the verge of wetting himself for the first time in his life. He muttered a curse word, and pulled back hard on his bladder, preventing any leakage (had he? he felt a little damp but it had to be sweat). After waking up a little more, he realized that both his hands were bound and some weird collar was clamped around his neck. After managing to sit himself up he saw Starfire (still out cold), and Raven (meditating, although she seemed unable to levitate), in the cell with him, all bound and with identical weird neck collars. As if reading his mind Raven muttered "they seem to prevent us from using our powers." As Beast Boy processed this he became aware thathis bladder was yelling, no SCREAMING at him for sweet release. For the first time in the 14 year olds life, he began to worry; not about being trapped in a cell, he was sure they would be rescued eventually, presumably by the Justice League when they didn't report back...no, he was worried about being trapped in a cell with two girls (who were both pretty cute in their own ways) on the verge of an incredibly embarrassing situation. Ok man, he thought, just take a deep breath, you're 14 for cryin out loud, you can probably hold it for days, just chill and focus on something else. He looked around (it was pitch black in the cell, he could only see things because of incredible night vision, which seemed unaffected by the necklace things. That is when he noticed the slow steady drip of water coming from the far side of the cell (well, they were underwater). He gritted his teeth and tried to drown it out, but couldn't seem to focus on anything but the drip and his tortured bladder. He couldn't even move his hands to press down on his bladder, so instead he tried to bring his knees up into his crotch, getting into a semi-fetal position (he hoped to God that Raven couldn't see, he didn't think that she could). I feel like I'm 5 years old here, curling up trying not to go to the bathroom in my pants he thought as another spasm hit him. He would give every penny in the bank (not that he had much) to be able to turn into a dog, or ANY animal for that matter, so he could shred his pants and let it out. As if to add insult to injury he was wearing his favorite boxers, warm hand knitted ones from Starfire last Christmas (he reflected for a moment on how strange a gift it was, but then again she was from another planet).As he was thinking of Starfire another spasm hit him, and this time (to his absolute horror), he felt a brief warm sensation flare down there...yup, it was definitely damp now, and this time he was pretty sure it wasn't sweat. Now he was shaking slightly, he had seen someone have an accident before, and he knew it made a loud hissing sound...no way THAT would slip by Raven. Starfire began to stir and his panic mounted. Oh God oh God oh God, I'm about to pee in my pants in front of Raven and Starfire. He suddenly had an idea, maybe if I release it slowly now, on purpose, it won't hiss and go everywhere. He stopped for a moment, holy crap, I'm actually considering peeing in my pants on purpose, but the alternative...Starfirewas sitting up now and Beast Boy decided to act; praying he could pull it off he began to relax and let go. To his amazement, despite how badly he needed to go, the pee didn't want to come outat first (guess undoing 14 years of potty training isn't easy) then he felt liquid slowly climbing up his dick, he could feel the liquid hover for a moment at the tip , before it finally spilled out into his boxers. Every time the stream would pick up speed, he would reel it back in a bit. It didn't even hurt, any sense of pain was vastly overshadowed by the overwhelming relief he felt at letting go. Starfire and Raven were chatting now, completely oblivious to the fact that Beast Boy was letting out a massive amount of urine into his pants not 10 feet away. When he was done he had another worry (there was a pretty massive puddle underneath him), but at least it didn't smell too bad, he doubted Starfire and Raven could smell it. He worried about one of the girls coming over but didn't need to, they all stayed put for several hours until suddenly the roof unexpectedly seemed to cave in, plunging them into freezing water for just a second, until a familiar green bubble enveloped all three of them. As Green Lantern lifted them out of there (he could see Superman standing over an unconscious Sinestro over in the non-submerged part of town) he could not believe his luck, they were all soaked, and nobody was any the wiser to his embarrassing predicament. He was heckling Raven again on the way home in the sub, when she murmered,
"thank God Lantern got us out of there when he did, you really reeked up the place, next time try to hit the bathroom BEFORE the mission..."
For as green as his skin was, even that couldn'tcompletely hide the shade of red coloring his face for the rest of the trip
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This is a story I wrote recently. Although it's fiction, it's based on a few true stories, so it's not really that fictitious. I hope the ladies who are into male desp/wetting find it to their liking, as I know there is not a lot of quality material available.
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Slowly emerging from sleep, he was greeted by the familiar feeling of warm breath and soft lips against his neck. He moaned softly, noticing the familiar, flowery scent and silky touch of his girlfriend's long, dark brown hair draped over his chest. As he noticed her fingertips gently gliding across his sides, he also noticed she was fully on top of him, pinning him down. As he slowly became aware of his surroundings, he felt a gentle rocking back and forth.
She was grinding her panties on him.
It all started two days ago when they were out shopping for clothes together. They were in the men's section of the local department store when she noticed a pair of blue and green, striped cotton sports briefs. She felt a warm shiver run down her spine as her pulse increased, imagining her boyfriend wearing them under his tight jeans or walking around the house in them.
"Ohhh, these are cute." She remarked, bending her knees slightly .
"Are they?" He questioned with a smirk. "Maybe you should buy them for me."
He had a feeling she was up to no good, but he did have a fetish for underwear that rivaled his girlfriend's, and an even bigger kink for indulging her and making her panties wet. He didn't anticipate the trouble he was about to get himself into.
"Oh should I?" She grinned mischievously. "If you want them, there's a... price."
He shivered as he felt his body warm intensely.
"Price?" He asked.
She leaned in, put her hand on the side of his stomach, placed her lips near the nape of his neck, breathing warmly, and whispered in his ear "Yes. If you want them, you have to wear them for the next three days..."
"Without orgasming." She hissed in his ear.
He gasped, knowing what a tease she could be. She was hard to resist with her dark brown eyes and long, dark hair.
He was just about to blindly, arousedly accept her proposition without question when his better senses kicked in. She must have a plan and be after something. This was some sort of pervy, erotic torture she was planning for him, where failure would surely be his demise.
"What happens if I cum?" He asked.
Her hands trembling slightly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and straddled his leg in the back of the department store, grinding super slowly against his leg through her tight, medium blue designer jeans.
"Then you have to hold it."
She felt his body tense and his breathing rapidly increase. She felt warm currents running up and down her body and a warm gush soak into her tight, silky black bikini panties.
"You have to drink six beers. One every half an hour. When you're done drinking, then I will start a timer for an hour and a half. After 45 minutes, if you haven't peed your pants, we will go for a nice, slow walk outside. If you can hold it, you win and get free underwear. But if you pee in your pants..."
He gasped in her ear. Between what she was proposing and her ever increasing tempo of grinding her jeans against his leg in the back of the store, he was shakey and sweaty with arousal.
"Then you'll be my pee slave for the remainder of the week." She giggled as she coyly stared him in the eyes.
"Y-y-yes Mistresssssssss..." He groaned as he found himself semi-involuntarily agreeing to her incredibly risky proposition for him. He was just highly intoxicated by his girlfriend's smell and his own arousal.
"Sexy!" She said as she quickly grabbed the colourful, skimpy underwear off the shelf, and took it to the register to pay. "You can put these on when we get home."
"Oh, one more thing." She whispered. "When I get to make you hold it, because let's be honest, you can't last three days, I'm going to put a lock on your jeans and make you beg me, slave."
Now he was waking on the third day of their bet. Over the last two days, she had tried everything she could to make him orgasm in his new underwear. Touching them, stripping for him, grinding on his leg and kissing his neck while he sat on the couch, walking around the house in her panties, touching herself while he watched, and all while forcing him to edge. Unfortunately, he was determine to not let her win, and had been doing exceedingly well with not letting her win. Each time she had tried, it was her who had ended up frustratedly soaking her panties.
Worse, he had been teasing and griefing her constantly about losing. He was so cocky and smug about it.
She knew, much to her pleasure, that he always was more aroused doing things to her than he was if she were doing things to him. So she had even made him kiss her entire body, massage her breasts, kiss her nipples, and kiss her thighs, but nothing had worked. Not even tying his hands behind his back and grinding her soaking, black panties against his face had worked. Even when she gave him her worn panties and told him to look at them and smell them while she touched him gently through his underwear, he still wouldn't orgasm.
Instead, he just mocked her about how embarrassing it was for a girl to lose to a guy in an orgasm holding contest.
She was frustrated, sweaty, and overly aroused. She had enough of his trolling. She wanted to punish him for his hubris so badly. Normally all of her tactics would make him orgasm for her. Who was he to deny her now? She was going to make him pee his pants for being such a jerk.
He felt her grab his arms by the wrists and pin them above his head. She rocked back and forth rhythmically, straddling his hips.
She was wearing nothing but those same black, silky panties. They had been damp, with an obvious wet patch since they were at the department store the first day. But now, they were soaked with her thick, sticky, white wetness. It had stained the front of her panties, leaving them stiff, rigid, and sticking to her pussy as they had dried.
His gaze constantly wandered from her soaked little black panties, up her slender stomach, across her pert, cute B cup breasts, and to her face where he noticed she had her eyes closed as she rocked back and forth, noticeably holding her breath. She was clearly on the edge of cumming again.
The crotch of her panties had been firmly pressed against his briefs, his ever growing morning erection constrained underneath. After teasing him for days and making him edge, his briefs were soaked with precum, constantly being released, and she loved it. His underwear were damp, sticky, and he constantly smelled like boy. It did nothing to help her frustration.
Now she was grinding and grinding, feeling her clit throb as her pussy continually spasmed gently. She was gushing all over her panties, making them shimmer in the morning light. It was getting to be so much that even her inner thighs began to glisten. More importantly, it was soaking his briefs and he was finally waking.
As he realized what was going on, with his arms pinned down, feeling her soaking him with her wetness, and the sweet scent of her incredibly wet panties reaching his nostrils, he quickly became incredibly aroused and was on the verge of losing their bet.
"Noooo, stop!" He pleaded.
He struggled to free himself, but she was 6"1 with a broad shouldered, Amazonian sort of build. She had leverage on him, and was extra strong and determined from all her excess arousal. He couldn't escape.
"Shutup and cum already." She groaned.
"I think that's your panties." He quipped back.
"I hate you so much. I'm going to make you pee your pants so bad." She replied, staring him in the eyes as she felt a hot gush of wetness soak her panties and trickle down her thigh as if she had leaked pee.
His body was frozen as he struggled not to orgasm. He could barely stand it. He could smell her, and it was making him tremble. He could feel her soak his already dirty, colourful, skimpy briefs with her wetness. She was sweaty, covered in goosebumps, shivering, and frustrated. She was pinning him down and he couldn't escape. He knew he was screwed, but it was turning him on so much.
He felt the wetness gushing over him as he felt her pussy spasm and her body shake. She groaned and shivered, threw her head back, and started to moan loudly as she collapsed on top of him, grinding hard, but slowly. He felt her gush and gush all over him. as her sweaty, soft body rubbed against him.
He couldn't take it an instant longer. He felt his body spasm, and no matter how hard he held back, he started to cum. He wrapped his arms around her back and groaned softly in her ear as he lost control, soaking his briefs.
"I win. I win. I win." She giggled with exhaustion. "You're so screwed now." They both passed out.
He woke alone in bed with the smell of coffee filling the house. She had woken before him and just stepped out of the shower. Draped in a towel, with her long, dark hair cascading down her back, he watched as she dropped her towel, walked over to her dresser, and picked out a cute pair of white, silk, bikini panties that were trimmed and accented with soft lace. He watched her step into them and pull them up over her cute butt before pulling up a pair of tight fitting blue jeans and slipping a black cotton printed t-shirt over her firm breasts.
"Nice panties." He teased.
"Don't talk too much shit. Are you ready to hold it?" She smiled mischievously.
"Can I change first?" He asked, noticing his briefs were cool, clammy, and sticky from her grinding on him earlier.
She laughed. "Remember what a cocky little troll you were when you were winning? Well, now the tables have turned, and I'm going to make you suffer. I already picked out clothes for you to wear. Get dressed and let's have some coffee."
He noticed his new pair of tight, light blue jeans laying on the bed. They hugged his butt and were snug in the crotch. He knew any leaking would show, and any kind of pants peeing would be an incredibly obvious stain.
Along with his jeans was a black t-shirt, and a black belt. He noticed there was no underwear. She really was going to make him wear the same underwear while she made him hold it.
He reluctantly got dressed and walked to the kitchen. She was leaning against the stove sipping on her coffee as she checked him out. A cup of coffee and the first beer was already waiting for him.
"I figured there isn't any reason to wait." she said. "Drink up."
"But before we begin..." she pushed him up against the wall. "Put your hands up."
He did as he was told and she kneeled in front of him. She revealed a small padlock with a small key.
"No! Stop it!" He gasped as he squirmed and tried to get away.
"I told you I'm going to make you suffer. You thought you were so cool, teasing me about not being able to make you cum. Well, now you're mine. There's no way a pants pisser like you can hold six beers for an hour and a half, especially with your jeans locked." She said.
She slipped the padlock over his jeans button and snapped it shut. She tugged on it to make sure that it wouldn't come loose, and indeed, without the lock removed, undoing his jeans was impossible. They were too fitted for him to pull down. If he wanted out of them, he would have to either get the key from her, or cut them, and since they were a $200 pair of jeans, there was no chance he would cut them. It was a perfect plan.
As he groaned and squirmed in frustration, she reached into the freezer and pulled out a large bowl.
She saw his confused look, and pointed to the contents of the bowl. He looked inside and saw a small key suspended in the middle of a frozen bowl of ice. It was the key to his jeans.
"The fun thing about doing it this way is that I can't control when you'll get your key. You can't microwave it to melt the ice because it's metal. It'll take over an hour for it to melt by itself. If you try to run warm water over it to get your key, well, good luck doing that while desperate. If you try to crack the ice with something hard, well, have you ever tried to break ice? It's really, really hard, and you'll just break the bowl."
As he finished his cup of coffee, he shifted uncomfortably in his jeans. He was shaking slightly. He wasn't truly confident he could hold as much as he had to for as long as he had to. His jeans were locked and from the sounds of her ice trick, even if he did hold it, he probably wouldn't get the keys out in time to keep his jeans dry. She could be so unreasonable sometimes, especially when she was getting him back.
Worse yet, if he did pee his pants, he would have to be her pee slave for the remaining three days of the week. That means he'd have to get explicit permission to use the washroom and probably be on a timed drinking regimen. He knew she probably wouldn't let him change if he peed his pants as slave, but would instead make him drink more and hold it more, and if he made her mad, she might even make him sleep in his wet jeans.
All that, and he'd have to fulfill her arousal as she wanted, when she wanted it.
He drank his beer while they hung out in the kitchen talking about this and that, her teasing him and taunting him. After he finished his third beer he was feeling pressure in his bladder as it constantly filled. It was a cheap trick of her to force him to drink coffee too.
"What's the matter?" She asked. "There's only three more beers to drink and three more hours to hold it. Should be fine, right? Boys are great at holding it. It's always us girls who pee our pants all the time, as you like to say."
"Please don't do this to me, Mistress." He begged.
"Well, if it were up to me, I would let you pee because I don't want to see you cry. But unfortunately, your key is trapped in ice, so you'll just have to deal."
"I've always wanted a slave. You look good on your knees, with your head up my skirt. And you always brag about how good you are at it. Well, I can't deny it, so I'll just have to abuse it while it's available."
By the time he had finished his sixth and final beer, he was feeling a ton of pressure. The worst thing about it was, he knew he just finished drinking, and his bladder would keep filling rapidly. Beer was always one of the worst tortures for his bladder. It made him very desperate, very quickly, and he always found beer desperation was hard to hold.
He was also very, very buzzed. They had just woken up, and naturally, had not eaten yet. His speech was a little slurry, he was a little slower to react, his limbs felt warm and tingly, and it was even harder to ward off her tricks.
She saw him discreetly bending at the knees and shifting back and forth. She smiled.
"Okay, 45 minutes before your walk. Good luck, and take a seat." She said.
"Take a seat?" He said anxiously.
"Yeah, I'll be right back."
She returned with two long, red silk ties. He groaned, because he knew what those were for. It was not the first time she had implemented them.
"Noooooo! Please Mistress." He pleaded.
"What does it matter what you're doing while you're holding it? You may as well be tied up. Don't complain or I'll make you drink more."
He acquiesced to her demands, sitting down and placing his arms on the arm rest of the kitchen chair. She tied his right hand to the chair, looping the ties through his fingers so he was tied tighter and had less room to move. Then she tied his left in the same fashion. She sat back, grinning.
"You look cute with that lock on your jeans, all tied up." She said.
"You're sort of at my mercy now. I mean, what if I don't untie you when the timer is up? Should I save that trick for when you're my slave, or use it now? So many decisions."
"You can't really move, so you can't stop me from tickling you either. Oh mmm, I think I'll definitely save that for when you're slave."
"Must suck being trapped there like that. Even worse having to wear those briefs. You've been wearing them for so long. It must be so frustrating for you. Having to wear them after I cummed all over them. But it's fitting for a slave. You're just lucky I'm not making you wear panties... yet."
He was now at the stage of constantly squirming in his chair. He was having constant spasms and having to squirm wildly in order to be able to keep his jeans dry. He was sweaty, buzzing hard, and still listening to his girlfriend make fun of him as she watched him squirm.
"25 more minutes before our walk. You look pretty screwed." She said smugly.
"Even if you do hold it for another 25 minutes, you'll just pee in your pants as soon as we get out the front door. Boys can never hold it. Boys always pee their pants. Haha."
Having to listen to her goad him about his predicament was not only making it much harder to hold, it was also ruining his confidence that he could hold it. He was constantly trembling, with his ass and thigh muscles clenched as his beer-and-coffee-induced pee crashed against his bladder. He was acutely aware of both his underwear and jeans pressing tightly against his body. He was doing his best to not let any leak out, because he knew when he was this desperate, any leak could soak his jeans to his knees and he'd instantly lose their bet, becoming her slave.
As she was watching him drunkenly squirm while tied to his chair, she realized that he was going to pee his pants for sure. After all, she hadn't even taken the ice bowl out of the freezer yet, so even if she wanted to let him escape the remaining hour of holding, there was no way the key would unthaw fast enough.
She started to fantasize about a wet stain growing on the crotch of his jeans, shimmering in the kitchen lights. She fantasized about his frustrated moaning. She fantasized more about how she'd get to make him her slave for the next three days. She fantasized about having him go down on her whenever she was aroused. She fantasized about how weak his bladder would be after it was stressed like this. She fantasized about all the begging and groveling and feet kissing she was about to receive. It was making her so incredibly turned on. She felt her panties grow damp, warm, and sticky under her jeans, which of course made her fantasize about pressing them against his face while she wore them.
She started to massage her breasts slowly, standing in front of him.
"It's going to be fun having you call me Mistress all weekend." She moaned.
She slowly removed her shirt, exposing her soft, firm breasts. Running her hands from her neck, all the way down the front of her chest, she reached the button of her tight jeans and undid them. She slowly slid down the zipper, watching his eyes follow her fingers the entire time. Her little white silk panties being slowly revealed.
She slowly walked a few steps closer. She was now directly in front of him. She ran her hands through his hair and pulled a handful of it playfully. Breathing heavily, she reached down and slowly slid out of her jeans. His eyes were affixed to her panties. Panties had always been one of his biggest turn ons, and these ones were extremely sexy. He also noticed they were extremely wet.
Her panties were so wet that they were glistening in the light, a dark semi-circle extending from between her legs. He could see the faint outline of her pussy as they clung to her. He could also smell them from where she was standing, which made him grind against his jeans sensually as he struggled, having to constantly hold his breath, trying to hold it.
He knew those wet panties would soon be against his face. His girlfriend had a huge fetish for having him smell her panties, one rivaling her kink for pants peeing. It always made her so hot. It made him hot too, and got him in a lot of trouble.
"Just pee your pants already." She said through deep breaths. "You still have to hold it for another 15 minutes, and then there's our walk. You're going to pee your pants walking down the street if you aren't careful."
"It won't be so bad being my slave... well, maybe it will. But it won't be so bad for me."
He was so frustrated. Aroused, but extremely desperate. He knew that if he lost, she would take full advantage of him. But at the same time, he was now involuntarily leaking small spurts into his briefs as she stood in front of him in her wet panties. He could no longer totally control it, and the spasms simply never ended now. One after another he barely held on. He was going to pee his pants.
"You're going to pee your pants." She echoed his thoughts. "Just hurry up with it. Your first act of slavery is kissing my legs. We need something to do while your key unthaws anyway."
The constant leaking in his underwear had finally started to do its damage. There had been for a while a constant, small squirting being absorbed by his briefs. They were now saturated and the damage was beginning to show on his jeans. She saw it right away and began to touch her clit in small circles through her wet panties, moaning softly.
"Hotttttttttt." She moaned, soaking her fingers.
He could hear the squish, squish, squish of her touching her sensitive, soaked, quivering pussy through her expensive panties. The smell of her fresh wetness hit his nostrils, and he moaned.
It made him lose control.
His face clenched as his bladder spasmed. He doubled over at the waist, as much as his restraints would allow, and groaned helplessly as a dark, shiny stain quickly spread in the crotch of his light jeans. She watched it run up and over his hips and pool in between his clenched thighs as it poured down his legs, staining his jeans.
He peed for about five seconds, but it was so forceful and voluminous that he was soaked to his ankles, with his pants dripping on the floor.
"Nooooooo. No. No. No." He gasped frustratedly, realizing he had lost and would now be her slave.
"It's so not fair." He complained as he squirmed uncomfortably against the fabric of his wet jeans. His bladder, now somewhat relieved, was unfortunately continuing to fill, and fill quickly.
But for her, the sight of him tied up, desperately, helplessly peeing his pants while she stood there in front of him, touching her panties, sent her over the top. She quickly started to groan loudly and tremble as her fingers continued to touch, her pussy now gushing all over her panties, saturating them as her wetness spread down her innermost thighs.
When she came to her senses and opened her eyes again, she looked down at him, noticing his face still tensed in concentration and his legs squirming. She looked down to see his jeans glistening as more pee cascaded through his crotch.
"Boys are such pants pissers." She said, out of breath.
"Can you unthaw the key now, please?" He pleaded.
"Hmmm... you know, one of the dangers of peeing in your pants, having an accident, is that you'll be stuck in pee soaked jeans until you can get to a change of clothes. I think that applies even more to a slave."
"So, no. I'll start to unthaw your little key after you have... satisfied your Mistress's wishes."
The reality is, she wasn't finished at all. She had cummed so hard when he wet his pants, but it was sort of like the prelude to the real show. Now, with him as her slave, she felt strong, confident, bold, and she wanted to really get him back for picking on her.
She untied his hands from the chair and had him get up. All of the pee pooled in his jeans poured down the back of his thighs.
She led him to the bedroom, her legs quivering the entire time, nipples totally erect.
She laid a plastic cover on the bed and told him to lay down and put his wrists together in front of him. She retied the red, silk ties on his hands so that he could barely move his hands. He certainly couldn't open and close them because of the finger lacing.
She crawled on top of him, one leg on one side, and swung the other over. She planted herself on his chest, with soaking panties well exposed.
"You know what you have to do, right?" She asked.
"Shutup." He said defiantly. "I still have to pee so much."
"Get used to it. Slaves don't get to decide when they pee." She grinned. This was going to be so fun.
She crawled up his body until her thighs were above his arms. She sat with her soaking, silk panties inches away from his face.
"Can you smell them?" She asked.
"Yes. It's gross." He replied.
She laughed, knowing he was trolling her. She frequently caught him voluntarily smelling her worn panties. It made her hot, so she would often leave them in places where he was sure to find them, knowing he would smell them, and then she could punish him.
"Sucks to be you then, slave." She grinned while she leaned forward and pressed the soaked crotch of her panties against his helpless mouth.
Grinding slowly and gently, she quickly felt her blood pressure rise as sweat poured down her entire body. She had always thought grinding her wet panties on her boyfriend's face was one of the most erotic things ever. She felt his lips crawling across the fabric as they struggled to find her clit or a lip to suck.
"I'm... I'm... wetting my pants." He gasped from under her panties. His bladder had a large capacity, although he got desperate easily. The unfortunate outcome is that if he peed his pants once, he would often pee them several more times as his bladder continued to fill.
She turned around while she was grinding his face and looked at the crotch of his jeans, hearing a distinct hissing as he pissed himself.
She reached down and pulled her wet panties to the side. "Just finish wetting your pants already, slave."
He quickly slid his tongue between her lips, slowly sliding it inside as far as it would go, pointing it upwards. His lips wrapped around her clit, and he sucked gently and rhythmically. She moaned and clenched her thighs as her pussy spasmed. She looked back to see him still peeing in his pants. His jeans were soaked. She had him just where she wanted him.
Orgasm gripped her as he teased the inside, top of her pussy with the tip of his tongue and sucked on her clit. She moaned loudly, her abdomen muscles, normally smooth and fair since she was slender but didn't work out, were tensed and well defined. She gushed wetness all over his mouth as her pussy contracted against his soft tongue.
When the surge subsided, she crawled off him and collapsed on the bed next to him. Breathing heavily and obviously exhausted. She was beginning to doze off.
"Hey!" He shook her. "No sleeping. You need to unthaw my key."
"M..maybe after I wake up, slave." She said groggily, before passing out, snoring loudly.
He drunkenly, tiredly lamented against the wet fabric of his soaked jeans, his tied hands, and the lock.
"This is going to be a long three days." He thought to himself before passing out, still trapped in his pee soaked jeans. |
Johnnie put a finger to his lips, as he opened the closet door. Pushing aside some hanghing jeans, he motioned for me to look. At first I didn't see anywhere to look; then my eye caught a small hole in the back wall. I knelt under the hanger rack and pressed my eye to the peep hole. Dottie was just placing her homework books on her desk. Then she unfastened her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Stepping out of it, she bent over to retrieve it, giving me a perfect glimpse of her perfect round bottom in perfect ruffeled panties. I think those kind of panties are called rumba panties. A lot of girls wore them; they were supposed to give them a fuller look in the butt. It worked for Dottie. Her blouse followed her skirt and I could see that her training bra was actually beginning to fill out. NICE! Dottie pulled on a tee shirt and shorts and left the room. I didn't know exactly why, but my peepee was hard and I was involuntarily rubbing it.
"What do you think?" queried Johnnie. I couldn't answer for grinning. Dottie was the girl I dreamed about, even if she regarded me as a twin worm to her brother. Fifth grade girls are so stuck up. But when Dottie was around, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. No doubt about it; this boy was in love!
The spying was repeated regularly, and I discovered that sometimes my underpants got sort of wet and sticky after watching Dottie. There was also a wierd exploding feeling in my peepee, just before it went limp. What other mysteries did life hold in store?
One day, Johnnie and I snuck into Dottie's room and Johnnie pulled a pair of her panties out of the laun dry hamper and held them out. My shaking hand took them. These were actually Dopttie's panties! Dottie actually wore therm! Her perfect bottom actually filled out this back part! This narrow part actually touched the mysteries between Dottie's legs! This dampn ess was actually...."They're wet," I exclaimed to Johnnie. "I know," Johnnie replied knowingly; "Sometimes Dottie wets her panties walking home from school." I knew the routine. Everyone hated the school bathrooms -- dirgty, no doors on the stalls. We all tried to make it home to peepee. Johnnie and I both had had more than one accident walking home, and perhaps once or twice, with me, at least, it wasn't really an accident; but it just felt so good to....Wait a minute; this is Dottie's story.
One day we actually saw Dottie wet herself. She and her friends always walked in front of us -- fifth graders, you know; they wouldn't deign to let mere forth graders to tread the sacred earth in front of them. Then, too, the "scenery" was really good from behind, if you know what I mean. All that roundness! My, O my! Anyway, Dottie and her friends were talking and laughing, when Dottie bent and grabbed herself under her skirt. "You're peeing yourself!" giggled one of the girls. Glancing back in our direction, the girls went instantly silent and moved on. As we passed the spot whete Dottie had stood the moment before, there was a puddle on the sidewalk. It was true! Dottie had actually wet her panties!
Dottie walked kind of funny into the house, and as soon as she was outy of sight, we ran to Johnnie's closet. Dottie must have been holding all day; her panties were really yellow -- and really wet! Once again, I had died and gone to Heaven. Dottie patted herself dry, put on play clothes, and left the room.
Johnnie was just about to open the closet door, when it flew open, and Dottie grabbed us both by our shirts. Dottie surely was strong for a girl! Dragging us into her room, she closed and locked the door. That's when I realized that I was wetting my pants, too. Yup, right there in front of Dottie -- in my pants, down my legs, into my shoes, onto the floor. This time I had died and gone to hell. Wrong again. Hell was yet to come.
Quicker than I can tell it, Dottie sat down on the bed, pulled Johnnie's pants and underpants down, and threw him across her lap. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Johnnie's bottom grew pink, then red, and still the spanking continued. When Dottie finally let Johnnie up, he was sobbing. He started to pull up his pants, but Dottie said, "Leave them down; stand over there and watch." I knew this boded no good for me.
How right I was! Dottie repeated the above routine on me, with similar results to Johnnie. Johnnie and I both stood there, pants down, bottoms red, crying.
Out came Dottie's camera. Click. Click. "Don't you dare move!" Click, click, click. "Put these on," ordered Dottie, handing Johnnie her wet panties. Johnnie opened his mouth to protest, but wisely closed again, and complied. Click. Click. Click. Johnnie looked really funny in Dottier's wet rumba panties. The humor passed me by, however, as I klnew my time was next. Click. Click. Click.
Dottie sat back down on the bed, looked at both of us, and asked, "What just happened?" Johnnie started in to recount everything, adding that he would tell his parents, when Dottie dropped the othe show. Holding up her camera, Dottie smiled and said, "They'll love these pictures at school." If I hadn't already emptied my bladder, I would have right then. Johnnie did, right there, on the floor. "Clean it up!" "How?" "With your pants!" Johnnie pulled off his pants, knelt down, and went to work. Thank Heavens it wasn't me!
"Now," Dottie continued, "Let me tell you what actually happened." Johiine and I held our breaths. "Nothing happened," Dottie stated; "Understand me?" I wasn't sure; Johnnie occupied himself with sleaning up his pee. "Nothing happened. We came home from school, I did a load of laundy, and we did our homework." "What about the pictures?" This from Johnnie. "I'll keep the film; maybe I'll develop it, maybe I won't. We'll see. Got it!" O, yes! we got it. Never happened -- never, ever!
Tentitively I pulled up my pants to leave. "One more thing," Dottie said. I stopped dead in my tracks; Johnnie hadn't moved. "That peep hole goes both ways; ask any of my friends." And Dottie, smirking, flounced out of the room, leaning Johnnie and me to wonder.
Finis. |
Anna stood in the shower stall looking at herself in the mirror three feet across the tiny shower room. 20 years old, she thought, what am I doing? Her eyes drifted from her light brown collar-length hair down over the short white T-shirt with her breasts making two peaks since she had taken her bra off earlier for comfort. Below the hem of the T-shirt, her bright yellow panties tight round her belly, and disappearing round and back between her pale thighs. Anna dithered.Earlier, she'd been on the bus back from a day's tutoring session at the center on the other side of town. Two buses away, and now with the rain leaving long diagonal streaks on the bus windows, a walk up the hill to the campus in the wet. Anna let her mind drift as the bus idled in traffic. She gazed out the window at the strip malls that lined both sides of the wide boulevard. She was tired and looked forward to having a relaxing evening by herself. Not that she didn't like the tutoring job - it was rewarding and gave her some much-needed cash, and could be fitted around her college classes and studies.The voices from the two people a couple of rows behind and one the other side of the bus intruded on her reverie. A girl, similar to her age, and a guy. The girl was telling her companion about a concert she and friends had been to recently. The girl was explaining that it had been very crowded and hard to move in all other other people there. she went one to eagerly relate to her companion a story that one of her friends had actually wet herself there. Anna started to eavesdrop. Apparently the friend had been desperate to pee for ages and they hadn't been able to find a toilet. By 9 o'clock her discomfort had been obvious to others, and when it got to about 10 o'clock, "she just couldn't wait any longer!". This, the girl excitedly related to her male friend on the bus, and they both chuckled about it.Anna thought about it. She herself liked the feeling of holding on a while before going to pee, sometimes, when she was alone, to the stage of having to dance around and hold herself, but she had never felt like she would actually wet herself - something she had not done since she was a kid. She couldn't really imagine not being able to hold it as long as she needed to. The conversation went on about how cold it was on the way home from the concert, but it Was coming up to Anna's stop, and she got up and moved over to the exit as the bus was slowing down.Anna went straight into the cafeteria in the residence hall since it was getting late for serving. she spotted her friends Ellen and Amber, so sat with them and let them do most of the talking. Afterwards, as they put their trays into the rack, Anna said she was off up to her room and would see them tomorrow. Anna's room was on the 6th floor of the residence building, one of a block of 8 rooms off a central stairway. The rooms themselves were tiny, with small windows and utilitarian furniture but they each had an ensuite with toilet and shower, something Anna especially liked, since it gave her complete privacy in contrast to her older sister's college, where showers were shared between several rooms.She took off her coat, damp from the rain and hung it over the chair by the desk. Her jeans were damp at the front also so she kicked off her sneakers and took the jeans off too, draping them over the desk. That evening, she was going to watch a movie on her computer, one she'd been wanting to see for a while, and finally got the chance to borrow it on DVD. It was good to chill out and relax and the room was warm, so she took her socks off and slouched back on the bed. By the middle of the movie, Anna was quite feeling she needed to go to the bathroom, but didn't want to pause the DVD and get up to go so she just ignored her need. At the end though, as the credits started rolling, she hit the stop button and got off the bed and into the bathroom. The feeling of needing to pee made her remember the story she'd overheard on the bus.She approached the toilet and turned to sit, hands on the sides of her panties to pull them down, then hesitated. she wondered What it would be like to pee in her panties. She could try just sitting on the toilet and peeing with her panties on, but to be like the girl at the concert that couldn't hold it, she would have to stand up. If she did it standing up in the shower then there would be no mess to clean up and she could just take a shower afterwards. She was alone, in private. She was responsible for doing her own laundry, so why not?She felt this was a taboo, and was tempted to just give up the thought. But since she was needing to pee quite badly, Anna forced herself to relax and let a tiny dribble go, then involuntarily tensed to hold it back, a lifetime of training kicking in. She immediately felt the dampness, but discovered that the liquid was absorbed by the thin cotton fabric and there were no drips. She tried to relax again and started to let it flow, slowly at first then more. The hot urine pooled around her crotch briefly and lower butt and then she felt it cascading down the backs of her thighs to splatter onto the white plastic shower tray. She watched a yellow puddle form around her feet, before running down the shower drain. Anna enjoyed the relief of peeing, and liked the feeling of the wet panty fabric hugging her crotch. She squeezed out as much pee as she had in her then looked at herself again in the mirror on the wall across from the shower stall. Where the yellow triangle of her panties curved away underneath her, she could see a darker shade of wetness. She touched her fingertips to the wettest part of her panties and ran her fingers back and forth a few times. Reaching for a towel, she wiped her feet and legs, and stepped out of the shower. Then she sat on the toilet with her knees apart and touched her wet panties again. Then she started to masturbate, slowly rubbing the wet fabric into her pussy.
-------------------------A few days later Anna decided to try it again. She'd gone to have coffee after class, sat talking with her classmates for a while then spent the next two hours in the college library. As she sat in the library, pretending to read a book, she was enjoying getting nice and full, putting off as long as possible the time when she would get up and head back to her room for a long pleasurable pee in the shower stall. When she thought she really couldn't sit still any longer, she got up and took her bag, walking towards the library entrance. Before she got there, she remembered she needed to borrow a book for an assignment due soon. Because there wasn't much time left, Anna didn't want to delay it until another day. She turned and went towards the section of shelving where she knew the book would be.. if it was not already borrowed by someone else.Anna walked along the aisle between two walls of shelving, towering above her head. Stopping at the right section, she bent her head to the side to look along the spines of the books for the one she wanted. Impatient due to her need to pee, she jiggled around slightly while her eyes scanned the rows of books. "Come on, come on" she thought, as she bent over to see the lowest row. Suddenly she spied the red spine of the book she was after and crouched down to take it from the shelf. Anna turned and walked back to the exit where the checkout machines were.Walking was more comfortable than trying to stand still when she was badly needing to pee, but there was a line at the machines where she had to wait her turn. Only a few minutes, but of course she had to stand still, which was getting more difficult. At last she was able to walk up to a vacant machine, put her card then book under the scanner, and go. Anna put the book in her bag and walked out of the library exit into the hallway where the elevators were. She could have taken the stairs down to the street level but her bladder was just too full and she didn't want the extra discomfort. There were three others waiting for the elevator, so she had to stand behind them and try to look calm. It was a struggle to stand still now and she wondered if she had left it too long before leaving. She could always go to the restrooms here but it would be waste of effort after building up for so long - she wanted to go back to her room and enjoy it properly.She anxiously watched the red numbers above the elevator doors show the floors, willing them to come, as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.Eventually the elevator arrived and after a moment of panic when she almost thought she would lose control and leak a little bit, the door opened. Anna walked in, glad to be moving again. Thankfully she noticed that the others were going down to the exit floor also. Anna moved to the back corner so they wouldn't notice her discomfort. She badly wanted to cross her legs and jam her hand up to her crotch but of course she couldn't. She tried to look nonchalant and unconcerned. The urge was enormous and she felt her legs trembling. Despite all her efforts, she felt a little pee leak out and she felt the wetness of her panties but hoped her jeans would absorb it. As the car slowed and lurched to a stop at her floor, she couldn't hold back another dribble, a longer one this time. she felt herself blushing but started to walk out after the others, who walked slowly to the exit door and paid her no attention. Anna wanted to barge past and rush out, back to the safety of her room, but it was really too uncomfortable to walk. She realized that she had to find somewhere right now. She turned and walked back along the hallway to the restrooms, feeling the dampness of her crotch. She looked down at her jeans - she couldn't see anything but maybe at the back? she hoped no-one would see. She dribbled again as she turned into the restrooms and lurched into a stall, banging the door behind her.She didn't care about locking it, just frantically undoing the button and zipper of her jeans, pushing them out of the way and almost falling back on the toilet seat as she started to pee uncontrollably through her purple panties. She sat there and peed, feeling the pee soak her butt and pour into the toilet below. After she had no more, she carefully looked over the wet areas of her jeans. A patch at the back and some on the waistband but not too bad. All near the top and would be covered by her sweater if she pulled it down a bit more than usual. Her panties were saturated though. There were still a few drips falling off the back but they were made of some synthetic fabric like nylon or polyester and didn't hold as much as cotton did. She tore off some toilet paper and wiped the worst of the residual liquid from her panties.She stood up and hooked her thumbs under the elastic below her buttocks, pulling her panties away slightly from her skin. She let them back again and brought her hands back in front of her. She noticed the cool wet clingyness of her panties now as the warmth ebbed away. Anna pulled up her jeans over her wet panties and went home, enjoying the feeling and looking forward to touching the wet area over her pussy more once she was in private again. Maybe next time she'd dare to just do it outside. |
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