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The Party
Anna craned her neck to look back toward the bathroom door. Damn - someone else just went in. she had been wanting to go for a pee for ages,
and always the bathroom seemed to be occupied. That was the trouble with student parties, lots of people drinking a lot, and one bathroom. she turned back to the rest of the group she was part of, talking about some TV show she hadn't seen. Well, she'd have to be going soon anyway.
Soon afterwards, a few people started to leave and Anna felt she could get away also. She finished has glass of wine and started to say goodbye to the others. Finally she was able to get through to the kitchen to thank Katie and Susan, whose apartment it was, before escaping out into the cooler air outside. As she walked away from the apartment building towards the campus, she realized she did have a bit of a buzz from the wine and felt somehow contented with it and somehow a tiny bit reckless.
As she crossed Huntley Road and onto the footpath that led towards the residence hall, the only thing intruding on her good feelings was the nagging urge to pee. Normally Anna quite liked that - holding on and then enjoying the feeling of relief later - but tonight she found it a bit of a nuisance since it had been going on too long. With this, an exciting idea came into her head. What if she peed in her panties outside? There were some people quite a way ahead but they were walking in the same direction as she was, so they wouldn't see, and fortunately she was wearing a fairly short dress under her coat. She decided to walk across the grass, away from the path and its dim lighting, over to the hedge where shadows would give her more cover for what she wanted to do. At the hedge, she stepped out of her shoes and bent down to pick them up, then, shoes in hand, started to walk along by the hedge slowly while she scanned around for anyone that would notice. No-one. Anna paused, bent forwards very slightly and after a second or two, started to dribble pee. The familiar welling up of warmth round her butt and then splashing down her thighs, over her feet and into the grass. She tried to hold her skirt and coat away from her so they wouldn't get wet. The stream got stronger as she relaxed control and then eventually just drips. Her legs grew cold in the breeze but she liked the clammy wetness of her panties as she put her shoes back on and walked back to the path. Her heart almost stopped as she thought she heard a movement on the other side of the hedge, but after standing motionless and listening, decided it was nothing, and walked back to her room.
Anna was nervous about whether it was obvious to anyone what she's done, and as soon as she got into the door and into the light, quickly looked down and felt round the back of her clothes for evidence of wetness. There was a sound outside which made Anna jump - someone coming in! She tried to look nonchalant and turn towards the stairs but half-turned to see who it was. The girl from next door to Ellen. Katherine was her name, Anna thought. Long blond hair and seemed a bit snooty most of the time, like she had plenty of money from her family and didn't have to work for it. Katherine looked at Anna and smiled. Anna turned back and hurried upstairs.
She took off coat and shoes, then pulled the dress over her head and examined it. A little wet at the back but nothing that couldn't be washed at the weekend. Standing in her white satin panties with the lace sides, Anna smiled at her daring, then sat on the floor and began to massage herself through the wet fabric.
Slave for a Day.
Every year the college had a slave auction event for charity, where students would put their names forward as "slaves" for a day and other students would submit sealed bids to "buy" them for that day. All proceeds to charity of course, and amounts of money were fairly small.
Anna, Ellen and Amber had all put their names down after an evening spent drinking white wine and giggling like mad at things they might be asked to do. But Anna had forgotten about the opening of bids in the cafeteria one evening and was late back from tutoring anyway and missed it. Ellen yelled over to her next day as she walked over to her class. "Did you see who bought you?" said Ellen, "it was that Katherine in the room next door to me". "Why her?" Anna wondered out loud, "she doesn't even know me!".
Anna checked the notice board later and sure enough it was Katherine, and her room number. Next Saturday was "slave day". She'd ask Katherine why she picked Anna. Anna was at the tutoring center only on Saturday morning, so after she got back, she went to Katherine's room on the way up to her own room. Anna planned to just see what Katherine wanted first then come back later if necessary. she actually want to go to the toilet anyway, so that would mean a trip up to her own room.
She knocked on Katherine's door and opened and went in when she heard a muffled "come in, it's open" from inside. Katherine seemed like she was about to go out. "Oh, um, come in," she said. "I almost forgot. Um... I have to go out for a while though.". "Is there something you want me to do then.. while you're out?" Anna asked hesitantly. It seemed they were both a bit unprepared. Katherine said Anna could do her laundry. There were coins for the machines in a paper cup on the desk and a spare key to her room in there too. Katherine indicated the laundry in a holdall at the foot of the bed then said she'd be back later and left, closing the door behind her.
It all seemed very strange to Anna. Leaving her door key and trusting her to be in her room with her things. And laundry? Anna would never let anyone near her clothes for washing. Anna looked around the room, at Katherine's things lying around, trying not to feel like an intruder. Then she picked the holdall up and put it on the bed. It was unzipped, with clothes threatening to spill out. Anna pickup a sweatshirt from the top so she could put it inside and a pair of black satin panties fell out onto the bed. They were quite fancy, with narrow lace panels at the sides and a little pink bow at the waist. So much prettier than Anna's panties, bought mostly in multi-packs at chain stores. Anna picked them up and liked the slinky feel of the material. She noticed they were quite stained inside, with a hardened area across the gusset. She put them up to her nose and took a tentative sniff. Smelling Katherine's scent was nice. From Katherine's description, she would be gone a a while. Anna wanted to see what she looked like wearing Katherine's panties so she took off her jeans and her own panties and pulled on the black ones. She felt excited to have that stain against her own body and felt herself get a little moist as she stepped into Katherine's shower room to look at herself in the mirror. The size suited Anna just fine, and she turned to look at her behind in the mirror as if she was trying on clothes in a store. Then she went to see what other panties were in the holdall. Anna amused herself trying on all the ones she could find, ending with a pink G-string mostly of lace. Then she went back to the black pair she tried on first. Anna had deliberately peed in all her own panties at different times, mostly in private but sometimes outdoors at night, and knew the feel of all of them. Now she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to pee in Katherine's panties.
She was going to wash them all anwyay, so what harm could it do? And by now she definitely needed to pee. Anna took her socks off and stepped up into the shower tray. Well-practiced now, she began to dribble pee. Out it ran, down her thighs. She had only just started when she heard the key in the lock and froze in terror, her sphincter tightening to stop the pee. There was nowhere to hide. The room was so small that Katherine was into the doorway of the shower room almost immediately. Anna stood there rigid with embarassment as a drip of urine ran down the back of her thigh and onto the plastic shower tray. she felt her face hot with shame and opened her mouth but could only stammer "I..I..was..just..." before realizing she had nothing to say. Katherine looked at her calmly and kicked the sandals from her feet. Anna watched her as she stepped up into the shower also. "It's OK," said Katherine and kept her gaze on Anna's face. Anna was puzzled for a second then heard water running onto the shower tray. she looked down and saw a yellow stream cascading from the leg of Katherine's orange sports shorts, and a yellow puddle spreading at their feet. I knew you liked it... and so do I. Katherine smiled. Anna stammered "...so...so... you don't mind?". Katherine said of course she didn't, in fact she was very happy to find Anna like this. "Did you finish it?" she asked. Anna said no, and with the relief at Katherine's reaction, felt she had to let go more than ever now. "Then it's your turn again," said Katherine and Anna started to peee again. Katherine knelt down and crept behind Anna as much as the tiny shower stall would allow. Then she pushed her face up against Anna's butt and let the urine run over her face and into her mouth. When they were both empty, Katherine said, "we are going to have so much fun, you and I." |
Ok, so I remember watching My Bride is a Mermaid (Seto no Hanayome) a while back and a lot of things never occurred to me until now, when I watched it again and thought of a whole bunch of Omorashi events that COULD happen but don't lol. So I wrote this.
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Nagasumi Michishio was in a crazy scenario. He had been saved by a young mermaid named Sun Seto during his summer vacation at Seto Bay when he had nearly drowned in the sea. As a result, Sun had paid him and his family a visit at his grandmother’s house and dragged them to the Seto home at the bottom of the sea. At that point, he was informed that it was either he be executed, or marry Sun now that he knew the Seto family secret.
During the last few days, Nagasumi had learned a few things about mermaids. For one, they could take human form; however, Sun had to avoid getting her legs wet like the plague. One drop of water and her legs would become a dazzling pink tail and reveal the Seto secret to any bystanders. He was determined to keep the Seto secret by protecting Sun from being seen if there was a mishap involving water, and helping to dry her tail off so it would return to a pair of legs faster.
Now that Nagasumi’s summer vacation was about to end, he was to go back to Saitama to return to school. Sun had opted to come with him, so he would now have a mermaid living at his home. Nagasumi and Sun were currently sitting together on the train to Saitama.
During the train ride, Sun started to fidget a little. Unbeknownst to Nagasumi, Sun had to pee. Normally, Sun would have just gone to the restroom, but she hadn’t been on a train in a long time and wasn’t sure where the toilets were or even if there were any on this train. Her need wasn’t too bad at that moment, but the urge was starting to build. Sun wished she hadn’t drank so much water before getting on the train, but she said nothing. She was a little embarrassed to tell Nagasumi of her need for some reason, and she didn’t know why. She contemplated letting Maki, who had stowed away in her bag, know, but Nagasumi would overhear, so she decided against it.
An hour passed and Sun really needed to go now. She started to become a little worried about her condition. After all, if she had an accident, her legs would get wet, and not only would it be embarrassing because Nagasumi would figure out what happened, but the entire train would find out her secret. Sun discreetly grabbed her girlhood and tried to fight her reluctance to tell Nagasumi. Finally she spoke.
“Ummm....” She said. “Nagasumi?”
Nagasumi turned to Sun and replied, “Yeah Sun, what is it?”
Sun paused for a moment then brought herself to speak again, this time in a whisper. “I really need to pee.”
Nagasumi’s brain processed the information rather quickly, but he paused before realizing what would happen if Sun were to have an accident. Were there restrooms on this train? He couldn’t remember. His mind started to panic about the situation.
“How bad do you have to go?” Nagasumi asked quietly, hoping Sun would be able to hold it until they reached Saitama. It wasn’t too far from their stop now. It’d only be about an hour.
Sun didn’t answer but Nagasumi slightly blushed as Sun quietly moaned and grabbed herself tighter trying to hold it in. Nagasumi wasn’t entirely sure but he took this as a sign that Sun couldn’t hold it for much longer. Nagasumi wished that Sun’s family had been on the train at this moment. As much as he wasn’t on great terms with her dad, he didn’t know what to do, and the only other being he knew on this train with any knowledge of what would be the best idea in this situation was Maki, who seemed to like trying to kill him.
Nagasumi decided to go look for restrooms, or at least his parents. After all, they also knew about the Seto family’s secret. If nothing else, Nagasumi hoped to find a place on the train that was completely secluded. That way, if Sun lost control, no one would be around to see her accident or her tail.
“I’ll be right back Sun.” Nagasumi assured. He prayed she’d be able to hold it until he got back.
Nagasumi searched left and right for any sign of restrooms on the train. Unfortunately he saw nothing, not even a sign of his parents being there. Either they had taken another train or he just couldn’t find them. Nagasumi began to panic. The whole Passenger car would know Sun was a mermaid if he didn’t find something fast. He’d rather jump out of the train with her than let that happen. Finally, after a few minutes, Nagasumi breathed a sigh of relief as he found a way onto a freight car at the back of the train. There was nothing there but a few boxes in it. He returned to his seat next to Sun to see if she could make it to the freight car.
Nagasumi whispered to Sun. “I couldn’t find restrooms but there’s a freight car a few cars behind us. We can go there just in case... well... you know...”
Sun didn’t answer, but she nodded and started to get up. She didn’t think she could hold it much longer, so the freight car was a good idea since she might have an accident. She followed Nagasumi, struggling to keep it in as discretely as possible.
Sun and Nagasumi entered the freight car. Nagasumi sat one of the boxes and Sun kneeled on the floor, her heel pressing firmly against her urethra. Nagasumi didn’t like the look on Sun’s face. It looked like she was in a lot of pain to him. However, thinking of how bad she had to pee made his dick twitch a little. He couldn’t explain it, but the mere thought of her peeing made him excited. He was very glad at this moment that Sun’s father wasn’t a mind reader and that he was nowhere near them now.
Sun struggled for another 5 or 10 minutes to hold it, letting out a few spurts now and then by accident. Finally she moaned and her control just disappeared and a puddle started forming beneath her. The look of relief on her face moved to embarrassment as her it started turning red. A second later there was a light from her legs and a pink mermaid tail appeared under her skirt. Nagasumi could tell Sun was still peeing in mermaid form, although he didn’t know where it was coming from, because the puddle continued to grow. Eventually Sun let out a sigh of relief and turned to Nagasumi, her face almost the same shade as her tail.
“I... I’m finished.” Sun muttered. She wished Nagasumi hadn’t seen that. He’d seen her legs change to a tail before, but this was different.
Nagasumi, blushed a little and got down from the box to help dry Sun’s tail. There was an awkward silence for a moment. Nagasumi looked at the puddle and realized just how bad Sun must have had to go. He positioned himself so the crotch of his pants wasn’t visible, as it now displayed a giant bulge. He quickly dried Sun’s tail.
Once Sun had regained her human legs, she inspected the damage on her skirt. There were a few dark spots but nothing major. Nagasumi and Sun returned to their seats in the Passenger car. If anyone had been paying attention, their first thought would have been that Sun and Nagasumi had “done it” in the freight car, but no one seemed to notice the look on their faces and Nagasumi’s bulging crotch. As they sat back down, Nagasumi replayed the scene in his mind, hoping they’d get to Saitama soon so he could take care of his boner. |
One Direction was on tour, they had a full week of driving ahead of them. They were bored so they decided to play some games they found on the internet. "I'm bored, what game is next?" Lou whined. "The next one is a Contest." Zayn replied, "What kind of contest?" Harry asked. "A Pee-Holding Contest." Zayn answered surprised. "Ok....What are the rules?" Niall asked worriedly, he knew he had a weak bladder. "Um..It says we drink the same amount of water or any drink, only the winner gets to use the toilet when all the others have wet themselves." Zayn replied. "This is a wierd game, but I'm bored so let's play!" Louis said. Harry was also nervous he knew he couldn't win this contest. "Ok, we should all go before we start." Liam suggested. All the boys went to the bathroom and came back and sat on the couch. "So how much are we going to drink?" Harry asked nervously. "The website recommends we drink one glass each hour." Zayn replied. "K." Niall said. The boys each got a glass of water and drank it and sat back down. "What do we do while we wait?" Lou asked. "We could watch a movie." Liam said. "Ok." Zayn replied. Liam put in Toy Story and they all watched for an hour when they paused it and got another glass of water and drank it, and resumed watching the movie about a 1/2 hour later it ended, "Do any of you need to go yet?" Lou asked. All the boys said No. They all talked for about 10 minutes. Niall felt a twinge in his bladder, "Oh No! Not yet!" He thought. "You alright Niall? You look worried," Zayn questioned, he knew he had a good chance of winning this. "I'm Fine." Niall replied, he really didn't want to be the first one to wet himself.
Harry also felt his bladder filling but didn't say anything. The third hour came and they got up to get more water. Niall heard the water running and it made his need much worse he crossed his legs while filling up his cup. Harry also fidgeted a bit while filling his cup. Zayn saw this and knew they would be the first ones out. When everyone was done their water they went back to the couch. Lou felt his bladder twinge and Liam did shortly after. Niall was now fidgeting constantly, his need was all he could focus on, Harry also ocaisionally moved around. "I think someome needs a wee!" Lou said gesturing to Niall. "No." He replied being as still as possible. "If you say so." Zayn said cheekily. Harry was trying not to move around but he couldn't help it. "Looks like Harry gotta go too." Zayn added. Harry blushed and looked away. Niall squirmed in his seat, doing everything he could to not grab his crotch. Harry squirmed around too. "Niall and Harry will be first to wet themselves." Zayn wispered to Lou. Lou chuckled and watched them, but it was making him worse he was fidgetting too now, Liam had to go but he wouldn't show it, yet. Zayn felt the first twinge in his bladder as well. Another hour was up, they got more water. Niall pressed his legs together as he walked, when the water started running he had to grab his crotch to prevent a leak, "I hope nobody saw that" He thought. Zayn did and smiled, he knew he would win. Harry also grabbed his crotch. Lou crossed his legs and Liam pressed his legs together as much as he could, Zayn did nothing. They went back and Niall was gripping his crotch as tight as he could, trying not to lose, Harry was too but only sometimes. Lou had to go pretty bad now too, he had his legs crossed shaking them. "I have to wee." Lou whined. Zayn chuckled, "Me too." Harry said grabbing his crotch. "I can see that." Liam said bobbing his leg up and down.
Niall didn't say a thing he was too focused on his bladder, he lost a few drops, he whimpered. "What's wrong Ni." Asked Zayn even though he knew the answer. "Ineedtopee." he said quickly. He lost another spurt, making a quarter-sized wet patch on his jeans. The boys saw this and left him alone. Harry now had his crotch in a death-grip, with both hands, Lou was squirming in his seat now and Liam had his legs crossed. Zayn shifted a bit and fidgeted a bit. Niall couldn't take it anymore and his bladder released all over the chair he was sitting on, he started to silently cry. "It's ok Nialler it will happen to 4 of us, don't cry." Liam said. Niall calmed down a bit realizing he wouldn't be the only one and went to get cleaned up. Harry let out a gasp as he lost a three-second spurt. Lou grabbed his crotch now too and Liam squirmed around. Zayn was still determined to win trying not to show weakness but he shifted around and pressed his legs together. Another hour was up as soon as Harry stood up his bladder couldn't take it and released all over the floor. Lou grabbed his crotch with both hands and waddled over. The water started running and Lou bent over as he lost a bit of pee, the wet patch spreading almost to his knee, "Oh my god! I'm peeing!" Lou shouted. He gave up and let go all over the floor. "It's just you and me left." Zayn said crossing his legs as he filled up his water, "Yup." Liam said weakly. "I can't wet myself." Liam thought. They finished there water and sat back down, Zayn would never admit this but he liked to see the boys desperate.
Liam grabbed his crotch to keep everything inside him, he would not give up! Zayn was squirming too now. Liam was starting to doubt himself. "I don't know if I can do this much longer." Liam said, "Then give up." Zayn said trying not to sound desperate, he was doing everything he could to not grab his crotch. Liam shook his head using every muscle to hold in his pee. Niall and Harry were already cleaned up and watching it. "How can they hold it this long?" Niall asked Harry, "I really don't know." Harry replied with a chuckle. Zayn grabbed hid crotch as a wave of desperation came over him. "Shit!" Zayn shouted. Liam lost a few drops but it didn't show, he was doing a full potty-dance holding it in. Zayn was grabbing his crotch now too. Liam involuntarily was letting out a small stream and the wet spot was growing fast it was the size of the baseball when he painfully cut off the stream . Zayn was dancing a bit too, but would not give up. Liam couldn't help it anymore and had to let go. "Thank god!" Zayn said sounding relieved. He stood up and started to waddle off to the bathroom. "Oh No you don't!" Lou said as they grabbed him and sat him back down. "We wet ourselves and you will too!" Harry said. Zayn lost a few drops from the sudden movement but contained the rest. Lou sat on him and all the boys tickled him wildly, Zayn squirmed and tried to get up but it was no use he was wetting himself. Liam and Zayn got cleaned up and went back with the others. "Well that was.......fun." Lou said. "Yeah, let's do it again sometime." Zayn added quietly. "Ok." Liam replied.
The End! |
Objection! I need a wee!As I press iron my tight suit jacket and my formal skirt I took another sip of coffee from my mug. It is monday morning and I have to represent James Marslo in a rape and murder trial at 12. He had being charged for statutory rape and murder of a 15 year old girl. It was obvious he was guilty there was DNA Evidence! But of course I would have to play the “Hes insane!” card. I sigh as I finish ironing my skirt and walk into the bathroom. I look in the mirror and try to straighten my long brunette hair. I start to style my eyelashes when I notice how nice my blue eyes look this morning. My contacts always seem to bring the blue right out above the grey. I walk over to my dresser and take out my blue lace panties and bra. As I start to put them on I get a call on my iphone. “Kate!” Yells my boss. “Yes Mr. Marsh?” I ask curious on what's wrong. “The trial has been moved to 11! You need to get over there now!”. Its 10 right now. Snap! I don't even say goodbye before I hang up. Quickly I run around grabbing my jacket and skirt and briskly put them on. I also grab my mug of coffee and chug it down not wanting to waste it. Then I race to my Mercedes CRX and start my 30 minute drive to the courthouse.On the way there I feel a twinge in my bladder. “Crap!” I say to myself. I didn't use the bathroom before I left. “I'll just go at the courthouse” I think to myself. But this thought starts to diminish as I end up stuck in a traffic jam. “Dammit! Common move!” I yell to myself. Right when I get to the Courthouse its 10:45. Only 15 minutes to prepare. And at that moment my bladder reminds me by making me bend over and grab myself in the middle of the parking lot. I add pee to the list of things I MUST do. As I rush into the Courthouse I find a line for the bathroom. A case has just got out and it must have been super long. The women in line were practically bursting! I decide I'll need to wait until my case is over until I can pee. The thought of this makes me cringe, but deep down I feel something. A thought of naughtiness. I wave the feeling off. But I make a mental note about this for later. Finally I walk into the Courtroom were Jason Marslo is already sitting.“Goo- good morning Miss Kate” He says Nervously. “Good morning to you to Mr. Marslo.” I'm not even paying attention to what I'm laying on the table. I'm concentrating on clenching my thighs so I don't pee myself. For the last 5 minutes of prep time I sit with both hands pressing down on my skirt. When the judge enters I stand and regret it instantly. I spurt in my panties! I clench hard and stem the stream. “I don't think i can hold it for this entire thing! Gah!” I think to myself. We sit and the trial begins.My desperation continues to build. Fortunately the prosecution starts the trial. About half way through the trial I have to put one hand under my skirt to hold myself so I don't pee! “Thank god the table has a front on it!” I think to myself. Finally I present my case. I make it as short as I can.“Judge Conrey. My client is mentally ill! He has no ide-” I grunt slightly feeling a spurt of pee leak its way out. “Miss Conway. continue” And I do. “He had no idea what he was doing!” I spurt again now feeling a wet patch on my panties. “Do you have proof of this Miss Conway?” “Indeed I do!” I hand the judge the records. He examines them. “These are legit Miss Conway. I will take this into consideration” “Thank you Judge Conrey” I say and rush to my seat. I immediately grab myself forcefully with both hands. “All rise!” Crap! I don't know if i can do this... I stand and feel a spurt again this time running out of my panties! I look down and see a drop running down my leg. “Oh no... now not just a bit longer please!” I say to myself. “I find the defendant guilty of all charges! He is to serve life in prison! Case dismissed” I rush hastily to get my things and book out not even saying good luck to my client. I need to pee right now!!! While I walk pee starts to come out of my pee hole. “No!” I gasp and grab myself forcefully in plain view of everyone. I flush scarlet and run to the bathroom. There was no line but when I entered all the stalls were out of order. I gasp and feel another crack in the dam starting to form. I hastily run out of the bathroom and start to run out of the courthouse when it breaks.Standing right at the doorway pee starts bursting violently from my hole soaking my skirt and flooding my panties. It gets into my shoes and starts to form a puddle the floor. I pee for about a minute and then sink to the floor and start to cry. First I fail to defend a client and now I make a fool of myself in front of all these lawyers and civilians. I faint. And when I awake i'm in a hospital with my boyfriend on one side of my and my boss on the other side. And I feel a wetness under me. Oh no! not again!
Alright thanks for reading guys! I hope you enjoyed my first fan fiction. Please leave your thoughts below! And also tell me if i should continue this series. Not sure if I can but i can try :D
Thanks again
~JZ
Edited February 19, 2013 by JZshark
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Disclaimer: I put Chapter 26 because there are 25 chapters in the game. Get it? Also, this post may contain spoilers.Chapter 26: Hades's PrankPit, ecstatic about Hades's defeat, ran up to the door of Palutena's temple with a bright smile. The door opened to his presence and revealed the beautiful land of Skyworld, the Godess of Light's utopian domain. The excited angel ran out the door and jumped of the ledge into the sky. At that moment, Palutena activated the Power of Flight, allowing the normally flightless Pit to soar through the air for five minutes on a controlled path. His wings shone blue as he hurtled through the sky."Good morning, Lady Palutena!" he shouted, unable to hide his excitement. From her temple, the godess responded."Good morning, Pit.""So, remind me again, what is my mission exactly?""Some of the Underworld Army survived, and you need to wipe them out.""Understood!"Suddenly, the sky and clouds turned red and black, signifying that a great evil was approaching. Sure enough, it reared its ugly head."Why, hello there Pitty Pat! Did you miss me?"Pit and Palutena both said, astonished,"Hades!?"Hades replied,"the one and only." He gave them a mock salute. "I was hanging out in purgatory, trying to think of how to get back at you for killing me. Then it hit me..."Pit cut him off,"Don't you talk to Lady Palutena that way, you monster!"Hades snickered,"Tough words, little angel. If you're going to be rude, I'll just let you figure it out." With that, Hades left.Lady Palutena groaned suddenly. "Ooohh, what's going on? My stomach feels weird..."Concerned for her safety, Pit asked her,"Are you alright, Lady Palutena?""Yes I'm...I'm fine." Palutena was not fine, however. Hades had just made her desperate to pee and, being a godess, she had no clue as to what was happening to her body. In her lack of focus, Pit's flight path started going all over the place."Woah! Lady Palutena! Help me!"Realizing what was happening, she immediately straightened out his flight path, but it was still a little wobbly."Paaluteena?" whined two girls' voices. They were Viridi and Phosphora, godesses of nature and lightning."What's going on?" Viridi complained, hands up her skirt, grabbing at her panties."You too?" Palutena said back, in a similar pose.Taking note of Viridi's awkward position, Pit stuttered, blushing, "Umm...Viridi? Your hands...er...skirt...umm""Shut up, Pit. And quit gawking at me!" She was obviously not used to the situation either.Phosphora, thankful to be wearing more desperation-friendly shorts, asked Palutena, "Do you know anything about what's going on?""Yes," she answered, "Hades is back, and I think he's the one behind all this."Phosphora and Viridi both turned pale. "WHAT?!?"Pit chimed in, "He was just here talking about revenge or something."Then, Hades reappeared out of nowhere. "You gals put on quite a show! I love the wiggling Phosphora, too cute."She tried to stop doing so, but she couldn't help it."Hades!" Viridi shouted, "What did you do! My...va", she looked over at Pit, who was now turning even redder, "my, umm, area is on fire!""Sorry dear, but you did assist Pit in his little killing spree so you must be punished." He gave her a smile fit for a con artist.Palutena interjected, "The least you can do is tell us what's going on." She then gased and shoved her hands even further into her dress."OK, OK. You win, pretty Palutena. It's called omorashi. Liquid builds up inside you, until you are forced to release it, spilling it everywhere. It's a gift I gave to the humans, but unfortunately only a handful took it as it was intended." He then turned towards the viewer, "A big shout-out to the fine folks at omorashi.org for understanding me. Keep it cool, you guys!"Pit and three godesses all looked at each other and shrugged, then all except Pit immediately went back to squeezing their hands between their legs."Wait, so what are they supposed to do?" Pit asked, more curious than angry now."Beats me. Try to find a good spot to let loose I suppose. Well, that's all from me, ladies. Ta-ta!" Hades then vanished once again to watch the desperate godesses from the comfort of the Underworld."What a creep!" said Viridi, starting to hop from one foot to the other. "It's getting worse!""For me too." Palutena responded. She had come down from her pedestal and was sitting on the floor of her temple, rubbing her crotch furiously. She then realized what she had to do, even though she really didn't want to. "Pit, I'm bringing you back. I can't focuse on controlling your flight path anymore, and I don't want you getting hurt."In a flash of holy light, Pit warped back to Palutena's temple, only to see his master in serious turmoil."Oh, Pit." she said to him softly, "I'm sorry you have to see this."Pit cocked his head, confused. "L-lady Palutena?"All of a sudden, a strange sound filled the temple. It started with a soft dripping, but quickly escalated to a torrential splashing. Pit could only watch, amazed as Palutena peed for all she was worth. Her liquid began pooling below her bent legs, forming a perfect yellow circle around her. She sighed in relief as her newly-formed bladder emptied itself for the first time."Lady Palutena? Are you OK?" Pit kneeled down into her puddle and grabbed her hand, hoisting her up. The back of her dress was soaked and dripping with pee. Each drop made the puddle below shake and shudder as Palutena had been not a moment ago."I...I'm alright Pit. Thank you. I'm starting to see why this was a gift. Such release, such pleasure..."Pit looked at her and lowered his brow, skeptical. "If you say so. Come on, let's get you cleaned up."Meanwhile, in Viridi's temple...Viridi and Phosphora were laughing hysterically."Look at her, she's soaked!" screamed Viridi."I know! She looks ridiculous!" Phosphora replied.Viridi was doubled over laughing, "I can't believe she..." Her face suddenly turned sour. "Uh-oh." She shut her eyes and squeezed her sphincter shut as hard as she could, but the inevitable trickling sound told her that she was done. "Don't look at me!" she screamed as pee poured from between her legs onto the floor of her temple. She turned red as her stream came to a dribble, then finally stopping.After a moment of silence, Phosphora once again burst out laughing. "You look even more ridiculous than Palutena!"Viridi was quiet, embarassed, until she noticed something odd. "Hey, how come you didn't have an accident? You're not even holding it anymore!"Phosphora shrugged. "Maybe I'm just more mature than you. You should really learn to hold it. You're a big godess, aren't you?" She then walked away, swinging her seductive backside behind her.Viridi was steaming. She couldn't believe Phosphora had upstaged her like that. Then she noticed something else. Was Phosphora's butt always that big? Viridi didn't want to ponder on it, she needed to get cleaned up before anyone else saw her like this.As Phosphora walked away, she giggled to herself, and she patted her very wet diaper. She had slipped it on behind Virid's back. She kept all sorts of odd things in her chambers in case of emergency, and today it had really payed off.The end. Hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to message me or leave a comment with criticisms, story requests, or praises. Thank you! |
So I guess I’m risking a bit here with this title, so first thing first, I have not, nor do I intend to read the perks of being the wallflower or see the movie. Unfortunately I don’t have the time to add that book to my already impressive pile of books I intend to read. With that being said, this story will focus on the daughter of Peter and Mary Jane Parker, May Parker; AKA the Amazing Spider-girl. This isn’t a replacement to my teen titans story, but with the plans for my DC omo-verse being a little grim and dark I wanted to write a comic book story line that focused on the fun side of things. Without further ado, I now present the story of May Parker. May Parker groaned as she roused with her alarm clock. She blinked wearily as she took in her surroundings. Her eyes went wide as she realized the world was upside down, or more accurately she was dangling from the ceiling by her bare feet. She barely had time to register her position before she plummeted onto her mattress below. “Oof!” She groaned as her body bounced to the floor. She rubbed her head as she struggled to her feet. “What the-“ “May? Is everything all right?” A woman’s voice asked from downstairs. Do I tell her? “Peachy keen. Just another lovely Monday morning.” She replied dryly. Guess not. She rolled her eyes as she opened her bathroom door and left the solace of her bedroom for a hot shower. Once the steady flow of hot water began to cascade down her body she let her mind really focus on her wake-up. What the hell was that? I was on the ceiling! Am I a mutant? Oh god, what is this? What am I? The amazing glue girl? The professional Wallflower? What else can I do? Just creep upon walls? I hope that’s not the extent of my freakiness. She was only subconsciously lathering her body with soap as she tried to rationalize her wall crawling. She didn’t manage to make the connection between her wall crawling and her heritage she knew nothing about. Instead she was left wide eyed and dumbstruck as she began to shampoo her hair, her hands were nearly idle as they slowly ran through her shoulder length brown hair. She begun to nibble on the inside of her cheek as she contemplated seeing a doctor for an explanation, or her parents. She ran the thought through her head of her parents turning on her for being a freak. What if they were scared of her? Their little freak who should just stay upstairs and pretend not to exist. She shivered at the thought of being enstranged from her parents if they found out about her morning activities. No! It only happened once. She tried to shake that thought from her head. Only happened once? It still happened! I was on the ceiling! “May!” Her mother called, slightly anxious. “You’re gonna be late.” Her mother announced as-matter-a-factly. “Ok.” She sighed, a feeling of hopeless desperation began to fill her. She quickly rinsed the remaining shampoo suds from her hair before emerging into the steamy bathroom. She shivered again, despite the humidity of the room. She bit her lip and considered calling off sick, but what would that help. It’s not like I’m going to climb walls in class against my will. She reassured herself as she dried off and wrapped her body in a towel and emerged into her bed room. She dragged herself through her morning ritual of pulling on her clothes. She barely noticed she was actually dressing until she noticed that she was in her matching hot pink bra and panties. She blinked, startled at her subconscious movements. Let’s hope I don’t subconsciously decide to scale the classroom walls. She smirked slightly as she pulled a white cotton t-shirt over her head. She followed her shirt with a pair of cigarette jeans. She strained to pull the skin tight denim over her lithe legs, annoyed at the pain of fashion. She rolled her eyes after she buttoned and zipped her jeans up and added a stylish belt to the ensemble before she began to slip on a pair of socks and grey vans. She sighed as she decided that she was finally ready for breakfast, which consisted of bacon and eggs. She was brushing her teeth as fast and thoroughly as possible so she could still catch the bus. “Unggh!” She grunted as she felt her gums start to bleed from the force of her brush. She quickly rinsed the paste from her mouth and rushed to catch the bus, making sure to snatch up her backpack on the way out of the house. She literally just got to the bus stop as the yellow “hearse” screeched to a halt. “Perfect timing.” She muttered as she jogged up the steps of the bus and took her seat near the back, alone. She quickly ran through the possible reasons she woke up dangling from the ceiling. What if it was a dream? The miracle explanation! It could all be just a simple, over active imagination. A simple dream. Of course she knew it wasn’t true, but it was a helpful thought for a few seconds. If only it was that simple. She leaned against the cool window pain and gazed out at the passing scenery, trying to calm herself down. She sighed as she saw Midtown High grow larger as the bus approached its destination until it screeched to a halt outside of the building where all fun went to die. She groaned and dragged herself out of the bus and made her way into the main building. She forced the thought of her dangling from the ceiling away from her mind as she decided to focus on school. It wasn’t until her last class of the day that the realization that she had never used the bathroom amidst the chaos of her morning antics had dawned upon her. She blushed as she crossed legs by the ankles beneath her desk. She bit the inside of her lips and gave a weak smile to anyone who may be looking. She jotted down the last of the notes before putting her stuff away. “Class isn’t over Ms. Parker, don’t put your things away until you hear the dismissal bell.” The elderly female teacher dictated. “Of course.” May muttered as she dropped her notebook and text book atop her desk with exaggerated hand movement and leaned back in her chair. Her eyes drifted to the clock as she considered asking to use the bathroom. No, Mrs. Hobbs will think it’s just some ploy to get out of school early. She made an unpleasant face as she decided to lean forward, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure in her abdomen. She struggled to keep her hands from grasping her crotch area. She curled her toes as she took note that she had five minutes until the end of class. So close. She practiced balling and unballing her fists. She felt her hands grow sweaty as she furrowed her brow, pressing her thighs tighter together. She bit her lip lightly as she watched the second hand tick away ever so slowly. Never again! She promised herself again. She shifted her weight again, leaning back in the seat to distract her from what felt like a cannon ball resting in her stomach.Her usually flat stomach bulged slighty from beneath her t-shirt as her bladder expanded to fit in the extra urine. She grit her teeth tried to sit up straight seem normal. Her breathing rate increased as she struggled to contain her urine. She felt seat begin to form on her brow and her thighs as she fidgeted ever so slightly. She curled her toes more as she felt her urethra tingle as if the urine was just behind the urethra opening, waiting to burst out. Her legs began to tremble from the strain of holding. Her bladder felt like it was being prodded by a dagger. Relief felt so close! Oh God! How she wanted to just void her bladder and lose the feeling of desperation. She began to swivel in her seat as she fought to keep herself from wetting her pants. She switched to rocking back and forth instead, waiting for the sweet relief the bell would eventually bring. Her hands began to tremble along with her legs as she tapped her fingers along her thigh. She knew how much easier it would be just to hold herself but it would be so embarrassing. Not that it already wasn’t apparent that she needed to pee, but that act would without a doubt prove she wasn’t mature enough to use the bathroom like a normal fifteen year old girl. She was shocked to hear the shrill cry of victory the dismissal bell rang with. She felt a single drop of golden urine collect in her panties: a small consolation for freedom. She struggled to shove her supplies into her back pack with shaking hands. She quickly scooped up her bag and rushed to her locker to switch out text books before heading to her house. It was at her locker that she found her first obstacle. She was placing her literature text book into her bag when it clung to the surface of her hand. This is not happening! She shook her hand within her bag to get it to fall off, which resulted in knocking her bag over and spilling its contents. Not now! She groaned as she shoved everything she could back into the bag and pulled the strap over her shoulder as she kicked her locker shut and jogged to her bus. She found the crowd of people blocking her from the doorway seemed to be all dragging their feet way to slowly. She grit her teeth as she shoved her way through the crowd, desperate to get to the bus. As if to prove a point her urethra panged. She winced as she felt the urine slosh around in her bladder as she finally emerged outside of the school. She didn’t take long to admire her victory and instead made a beeline to her bus. She silently took her seat and set the bag on her lap, glad to have the weight pressing against her urethra. She tensed up as she waited for the bus to make its route to her house, and less importantly, everyone else’s. She bounced her legs, thankful to be so isolated in the back of her bus. She grasped the bag by the sides and pressed it further against her lap in hopes it would ease the pressure. She winced as a wave of desperation ran through her body. She curled her toes once more and increased her grip on the bag until her knuckles turned white. She scissorred her legs as she doors to the bus shut and it began to depart from the school. She sighed with slight relief as she watched the school slowly shrink out of sight as the bus crawled towards her house. She began to alternate between bouncing her legs and scissoring her thighs while keeping her ankles crossed in an attempt to contain herself. Her bag remained pressed tightly against her lap. She felt another wave of desperation cause her body to tremble. Another bead of urine fell captive to her panties. She winced and crossed her legs tightly, she began to fidget as she bus drew closer to her stop. She started to tap the one foot still in contact with the ground as she grit her teeth. So Close. She reminded herself. With all the pressure of not wetting herself she had once again forgotten about her wall crawling abilities. She whimpered as she felt yet another wave of desperation. She shuddered but managed to keep from wetting herself. She tapped her fingers along her bag as the bus slowed to a halt at her stop. So Close! She quickly rose to her feet, which resulted in her needing to double over to keep from wetting herself. No sudden movement! She slowly straightened herself out and swung her bag over her shoulder before strolling out of the bus and onto the curb of the street. Soon the bus was driving away and all that was separating her from her home was a block of houses. She started off by slowly hobbling towards her house when yet another wave of desperation sent her doubling over. She felt a spurt of urine force itself out. She winced as she saw a tiny spec show up on her crotch. No, No, no, no! Forgoing her previous decision not to make any sudden movements she decided to sprint the rest of the block. She moved faster than she ever had before, making it to her house within fifteen seconds. She glanced at her crotch to see a half dollar sized stain on her crotch. “No!” She howled as she drew her key from her pocket, shoving her free hand into her crotch as she struggled to fit the key in the lock. After a few failed attempts she paced around the door briefly before returning her efforts on the lock. Soon she managed to enter her own house. She tried to shove her key back in her pocket but it was futile, yet another object clinging to her hand. She rolled her eyes and decided to ignore the key. She shoved her free hand into her crotch and sprinted to her bedroom bathroom. Somewhere along the way the key fell free of her hand. She ignored the minor victory as she clambered the steps and turned down the hall to her bedroom, prying open the door and letting it hang open. Another wave of desperation and she nearly lost her urine. She fought to hobble over to her bathroom door, losing the adrenaline as she began to succumb to the desperation. She winced as she opened the bathroom door and dragged herself into the room. She found her hand stuck tight to the doorknob. “No!” She was so close to the toilet, but the door knob kept her from ever reaching it. She grunted as she fought to break free of the doorway, she jostled the knob and crossed her legs as she shook and trembled. She felt herself begin to leak into her jeans. The wet patch on the crotch began to increase until it became the size of a coaster. She felt droplets of urine slowly trail down her legs. Seeing the toilet so close seemed to increase her desperation as she finally managed to pull free of the knob and shut the door. Next the fumbled to undo the belt and rather than simply loosen it she tore it from her waist as she found it another object clinging to her flesh. “Not now.” She flailed her hand and tried to pry it free with her free hand only to find it stuck to the belt. She fought to release the stupid strip of leather as she felt her bladder begin to fail. Hot pee slowly began to slip through her urethra into he panties. It instantly soaked the fabric of her underwear. She bit the belt and tried to yank it from her hands with her teeth, completely ignoring the fact that she had already begun to soak her pants. The flow began to increase as golden rivulets of hot pee began to cascade down her shapely thighs as the fabric of her skin tight jeans began to glisten and darking as the liquid soaked the fabric before it drizzled below her where it splattered against the ground of her bathroom, forming a puddle of golden pee. She shuddered as more pee began to gush from her urethra and completely soak her jeans and her silky legs.She finally broke one hand free of the belt, which sent her off balance and fumbling towards the ground. She reached out to grab something and caught hold of the shower curtain. The curtain rob broke free and she and the curtain fell to the ground. Her hand quickly became tangled in the plastic curtain which it stuck tightly too. She gave up fighting and just sat on the floor sobbing as urine forced its way out of her body and rolled down her crotch area soaking the butt of her pants and began to form a ever expanding puddle of pee. A half hour later her mother returned to find May still stuck to the belt and shower curtain sitting in a large puddle or urine. “Oh honey!” Mary Jane cried as she instantly rushed to comfort her daughter, the future spider-girl. https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT8jYvV-wGRQzAoWpOusR-yxDdpPJgjJjw9VMDO7Au-cT7qpmuPUg That ^ is essentially who I modeled May Parker after. The girl is a youtube singer in a band, and I believe she is about eighteen. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the first installment. I won't continue this consistently but I hope you bear with me and enjoy the story:) As always, leave any comments, cristism or feedback below :) I do take suggestions to heart so feel free to help me become a better writer, or inspire me on what I should add in the next or upcoming chapters. |
For whatever reason my computer gets rid of italics when I post on here all of the sudden, so I've begun to do a new thing. I've begun to have thoughts placed between parentheses. Not that big of a deal, just thought I would clarify. The next chapter we get to see May don the spider costume so that should be fun... or not, if you ask her ;)
May slapped her hand onto the brick wall for the umpteenth time that night. Her eyes darted frantically around the dark alley way. Her father was right, she realized. It was much harder to climb walls while suffering from stress. “I don’t need this!” She groaned as she willed herself to cling to the wall. She tuned out the sound of traffic and music blaring from some nightclub nearby. She shut her eyes momentarily and rested her hands on the wall and controlled her breathing before increasing the pressure of her push until she felt a connection between herself and the wall.
May grit her teeth and began to scale the building quickly. Her eyes fixated on the wall and she kept her other senses dull. She didn’t waste any time and before long she vaulted over the ledge of the building onto the roof by way of a flip. May landed gracefully on the center of the roof, one leg splayed out in a black widow-esque pose. She slowly rose to her feet as she pulled the red hood of her pullover tighter so it obscured her face. She surveyed the skyline for any sign of her pursuer. She shivered slightly, despite finding the coast was clear.
She allowed a few moments of admiration for the beauty of New York. Tall pillars of silvery glass and steel rose to the stars, not that any were visible from within the confines of the city. The streets were alive with lights, and crowds of peoples, mostly intoxicated, enjoying the night life. May smirked slightly as she noticed a particular group of young adults stumbling around not too far from her position. Her eyes flicked towards the triangular building of Oscorp Tower. Further behind it rested the “ugly” Stark towers. She shook her head at the joke, name or no name slapped on it, it looked amazing to May.
(At least the view is beautiful) she thought as she stepped towards the edge of the roof. She leaned forward cautiously and admired the drop. She whistled softly at the twenty story fall. “I climbed that pretty fast.” She muttered aloud, appreciating her growing skill. She tensed up suddenly as her head tingled. A tug pulled at the back of her head and she risked a glance back but found the scene void of any threat. None the less she didn’t risk it; her spider senses were never wrong. She took a deep breath to prepare her for the rush of adrenaline before she leaped from the roof.
She dolphin dived towards the street below. Her eyes barely registered the intoxicated crowds below, likewise they didn’t pay any attention to the falling girl. A quick image of her broken body lying on the sidewalk flashed through her mind for a brief moment. May shook the thought from her head as she extended one arm out and extended her fingers except her middle and ring finger, which pressed against her palm. A stream of webbing shot from slender gauntlets along her wrist. There was a distinct “thwip” sound as it clung to the surface of the iconic Empire State building near her, and went taut.
May arced her back as she gripped the strand of web with both her hands and it swung her forward. The wind pushed the hood from her head as her pullover flapped in the wind, slowing her down. She cursed as she splayed out both her legs before her and pulled the web between her thighs as she began to arc upwards as the web neared its end. She released the strand and fired a new one a few building away. Despite the poor choice of clothing, she couldn’t deny the exhilarating rush of endorphants surging through her system as her stomach constantly flip flopped and her hair whipped in the wind.
She continued swinging through the Manhattan sky line, her strands of web barely visible amidst the moon’s pale light. She skirted around a building as she turned from her straight forward path. (The wind resistance will bog me down. If I want to avoid him I need to keep my path serpentine. I’m more agile than him and I need to use that to my benefit.) May thought. Putting her plan into action she weaved between building after building using her web swinging methods. Years of gymnastics granted her nimble air movement as she controlled her swinging with graceful maneuvers that looked absolutey amazing.
Despite her elegant moves May began to feel herself grow weary. Her arms trembled slightly, her superhuman strength could only go so far. She groaned as she sped up her pace and adding more complex maneuvers to her set as she hoped to move out of sight until she found an ideal rooftop to land atop. May spotted a gravel topped roof with a large generator on the center. (What better way to recharge? …That was really lame, even for me) She groaned at her own terrible joke and swung to the roof top. She flipped through the air and launched stones upon impact with the roof top.
May leaned against a radiator as she panted softly. She wished she thought to bring a water bottle because all the web swinging was beginning to takes its toll on her. Even her superhuman endurance was beginning to find it difficult to go on after twelve hours of this abuse. She slid to her butt and checked her web cartridges, making sure she would have enough to keep going.
She exhaled deeply and let her eyes drift to the starless sky. The moon was barely visible behind a veil of all to familiar smog. Even with Stark Industries’ green methods, it wasn’t enough to clear up the skies of Manhattan. She shrugged her shoulders and moved into a lying position. She managed to get her breathing into a normal pattern and was beginning to rise to her feet when she heard the sound of web splatting against a wall.
Her head tingled once more. She tensed up yet again as her eyes darted to and fro, looking for her assailant. A familiar tug at her head directed her attention straight ahead. She back stepped until her calf brushed against the generator. She performed an expert backhand spring and took cover behind it. She held her breath as she heard someone land a top the roof from the opposite side. She slowly inched towards the edge of the roof in a crouched position, hoping to make another get away.
A loud thud resounded as the figure landed a top the radiator. May was quick to react and sprung from her position and instantly fired a web. She was in mid swing when the pursuer fired his own web that caught her shoe. The pull yanked her free of her own webbing and she began to plummet toward the buildings side. The glass panels rushed forward, or rather she did, and she wondered what it felt like to receive extreme lacerations. Thinking fast she fired two separate webs that formed a sling. She pulled tight on the strands as all three strands went taut she was left hanging in air.
May grunted through gritted teeth as she pulled her webs tighter until it sling-shot her free of her pursuer. She felt her sneaker slip off her foot as she lurched forward. She kept her body tight as she soared forward. She spun another strand of web that she used to turn from her path and she began to once again weave through the sky scrapers of Manhattan.
May landed atop another roof top in stride. She favored her leg that still had a shoe as she sprinted across the roof before diving towards the ground once more. She was almost street level when she spun a web that kept her from splattering below. (I will not taunt death, I will not taunt death, I will not taunt death…) She recited sarcastically as she remained low, yet kept out of sight of any civilian. Another spider sense tingle and she risked another glance back to find the silhouette of another web swinger hot on her tail.
(Learn to take a hint) She smirked as she began to ascend with each strand until she was over fifteen stories high. She made a sharp turn into an alley way and began to zig zag between buildings until she lost her pursuer… or so she thought. Her spider senses managed to tingle just before a stream of webbing caught her by her leg. The strand pulled tight and she was suspended by her legs. She squirmed to get free as she glanced at her calf to find the web around the leg of her jeans.
(Thank you May Parker for not wearing skinny jeans for once in your life) She thought as she felt the jeans begin to slide off her waist, revealing the waist band of her black panties. She began to blush as she enacted on her last ditch effort: removing her jeans. She quickly undid her belt and zipper as she was drawn to the top of the roof where her pursuer awaited. (I hate buttons. If I ever survive this I will start an anti-button policy) May swore as she fumbled with her pants button until it came undone and she fell out of her jeans. Her shoe momentarily got stuck in the jeans but a little wiggling and she began to plummet towards the ground just inches away from the rooftop.
May scrambled through the air to right herself and managed to swing a web, once again, just inches from the ground. The toe of her sock gently grazed the ground as her other leg bent slightly as she began to kick them forward to rise forward. Her cheeks remained bright red as she swung through the city in her panties. She released the web with one hand and tugged down on her hoodie to help hide her underwear.
(This is not what I think dad meant by a ‘private’ training session) May groaned as she quickly gained height, not wanting to flash all of New York with her panties. She swung over a rooftop as an impact web collided with her back. “oof!” She gasped as she released her web and landed on top of a large exhaust hood. She rolled over the side and took cover behind the hood as her pursuer landed on the opposite side, carrying her shoe and her jeans.
“You’re losing all kinds of things tonight.” Spiderman teased.
“Shut up.” May blushed furiously as she remained hidden behind the hood. “Just give me my pants.”
“No problem.” Peter laughed as he flung the jeans over to her.
“Hmmph!” May grunted as she slipped her shoe off and began to pull her jeans on. She slipped her shoe back on as her father tossed her, her other one. She caught it midair with a strand of web and slipped it on.
“Your feet stink.” Peter commented.
“Yeah, well so does your foot.” She retorted as she emerged from behind the hood.
“You know, the saying is ‘pants hanging from a telephone wire’. It’s not ‘hanging from my father’s synthetic webbing’.” He teased.
“Funny.” May said sarcastically, making a face at her dad. “Can we go home now?”
“I don’t know. Do you want to show off your underwear to the rest of New York, sweet heart?”
She blushed. “Gross.”
“That’s my girl.” He grinned as she leaped from the building with his right leg and began to swing off towards their home. May followed his suit. She was beginning to feel the training session once again take its toll on her body. She was considering asking for a rest when the snug neighborhood, that she called home, came into view. The streets were quiet as usual and not a light was on, this late at night. (Ryhmes are lame.) May scowled.
The pair of vigilantes both managed to sneak into their own home without catching the eye of any of their neighbors, successfully keeping their identities secret. May grinned from ear to ear as she entered the den to find her mother and her baby brother on the sofa.
“Hello Ben.” She cooed as she kissed the infant on the forehead. “Hi mom.” She waved.
“Hey sweetheart, you seem to be in good spirits.”
“I guess she forgot all about losing her pants.” Peter chuckled.
May blushed and playfully hit her father’s shoulder. “Other than that little incident it was great. It’s thrilling, to fill your hair in the wind as you swing through the air. It’s exhilarating.”
“I’m glad you are enjoying yourself.” Mary Jane laughed at her daughter’s enthusiasm. “I hope you’ll enjoy your gift as much as your powers.”
“Gift?”
“It’s on your bed.”
May grinned and dashed up the steps to her room to find a plain white box used in clothing stores on her mattress. She eagerly bounded over to it and removed the lid. She gasped as she revealed a spider costume. She withdrew the main piece from the box and held it up admiringly. A beautiful spandex suit stylized in a more of a feminine fashion than her father’s but the resemblance was still there.
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So I decided to introduce Felicity Thompson a little earlier than I intended too. Other than that this was a pretty fun chapter to write. I hope you enjoy it.
Alarms blared! May flung herself into a sitting position. She scrambled to escape her blankets and to heed her spider sense’s warning. She found herself only further intertwined within her blanket. Her eyes darted around the room for the danger, hoping if she couldn’t get the first strike on it, she could at the very least evade it. Her eyes settled on her flashing alarm clock and a feeling of embarrassment sunk in.
“Riiight. Alarm clock. Not precognitive warning of danger.” She groaned as she flopped onto her back. She slapped the infernal device till it silenced. She gazed at her ceiling bitterly. May gave an exasperated sigh before she escaped her blankets, now with a calm demeanor. She stuck her tongue out at her inanimate ex-captor before trudging off to her personal bathroom.
She paused at her mirror and focused on a mound of messy hair that rested on her head. She ran her fingers through her tangled brunette locks. She barely managed to twitch her fingers before they were caught by knots. She shook her head as she removed her hand and began to undress from her black bra and panties. The adrenaline that she awoke with began to diminish leaving her body weary. Her eyes felt heavy and warm as she slipped behind her shower curtain and switched on the water.
A sharp tingle of her spider senses woke her up seconds before her body was assaulted by icy water. She cried out and cringed, her back arcing as she tried to hide from the cold flow of water. Her hand fumbled for the knob and turned it all the way to the right till the water turned scalding. She adjusted it slightly till she grew content with the water’s temperature. She hesitantly returned to her position beneath the fall of water and sighed in relief.
“May?” Mary Jane asked, knocking on her bathroom door.
“Yeah?”
“Are you ok? I heard you yell.”
“Peachy Keen. I nearly fell victim to hyperthermia, but otherwise I’m ok.”
“Hypothermia.” Peter corrected from down the hall. “I know that squeal of displeasure anywhere. You faced your kryptonite: cold water.”
“Shut up dad! I get enough science lessons from school.”
“Obviously not enough if you can’t tell the difference from hyperthermia and hypothermia.”
“Oh leave her alone, Tiger. Let her get ready for school. Monday’s are bad enough without medical lecture from her police scientist father.” She chided.
“I’d appreciate it if I could take a shower in peace.” May agreed.
“Fine, fine.” Peter resigned. “I know when I’m not wanted.”
May smirked as she ran her hair under the streams of steady, hot water. The knots that once restricted her fingers from gliding through her soft locks of hair, now loosened as she began to manage her messy mop of hair. When she was satisfied that it wouldn’t put up any resistance against her lathering, she addressed it with shampoo.
Once her hair was in optimal condition for her endeavors that Monday morning, she grabbed a pink loofah and lathered it with some sort of fruity bodywash before utilizing it to scrub her body clean. Unfortunately it didn’t wash away her sleepiness and she caught herself dozing off twice. (No time to drown May) she scolded herself as she tried to remain alert. Her hands grew more and more idle as she continued to clean herself off until finally she just leaned against the wall, allowing the water to rinse the suds off her body.
Her eyes flit open, accompanied by a cry of discomfort as icy water poured onto her back. She leaped onto the ceiling instinctively, she managed to keep herself from crashing to the ground as she climbed towards the knob and shut off the flow of water. She flipped to her feet on the matt outside of the tub, grabbing a towel on her descent. “So cold.” She shivered.
She quickly dried the cold water from her body and wrapped herself with it like a dress. May took another towel and wrapped her hair. She rolled her eyes at the “glorious” start to her morning and left her bathroom with a sense of spite.
A few hours later she was sitting at an empty round lunch table. She was dressed in dark skinny jeans, black converse sneakers and a red v-neck shirt. She rested her head atop the table with her crossed arms surrounding it as she tried to block out the loud shouts or conversations and clatters of trays that filled the cafeteria. A tall, handsome blonde athlete snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso with a grin.
He leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Hey babe, what’s up?”
A smile formed on May’s face. “Hey, Gene.” She purred.
“What can I do for the most beautiful girl in the world?” He asked, noticing her discomfort.
“A caffeinated beverage would be great.” May said. (Late night training sessions aren’t good for a student’s health) She thought as she blinked her eyes.
“Got it.” He smirked as he pulled away cooly and head off in the direction of the soda machines. Meanwhile, May simply applied all her energy into not falling asleep… thought it sounded so good… (No!) She forced herself to sit up since lying down seemed to have negative effects on her consciousness. She surveyed the crowded cafeteria, kids of various ages and sizes overfilled the room. Some stood and talked while others ate and spoke with food in their mouth.
May wrinkled her nose as she felt a uncomfortable tingle at the back of her skull. She whipped around as she watched a paper ball plummet towards her, seemingly in slow motion. She moved fast, her hand reached forward reflexively catching it mid-air. Her eyes followed the direction it came from to spot a very attractive blonde student dressed in a sinfully short black mini skirt and a violet blouse.
“Hey Mayday.” Felicity greeted setting her tray full of fries and a greasy burger.
“That’s not exactly healthy for you.” May commented at the fatty foods. Nevertheless she plucked a fry from her friends tray and took a bite of it with a smirk.
“Hey, not cool.” Felicity shouted swatting at May’s hand and covering the fries from her friend’s reach.
“What are you girls getting into now?” Gene asked as he took a seat next to May, handing her a Coke.
“Your sister is starving me.” May said casually, opening the can of soda and taking a long sip.
“I think she means, your girlfriend is stealing from me.” Felicity said between bites of food.
“I think I am going to have to side with May on this one. Starvation is a greater cause of distress than theft.”
“And Eugene has to protect his damsel in distress.” Felicity rolled her eyes.
“I wouldn’t say that I’m a ‘damsel in distress.’ Just a simple peasant scavenging for food.”
“On my tray.”
“Such an insignificant detail.” May commented with a wry grin. She quickly grabbed a few more fries and began to chew on them.
“AUuugh.” Felicity cried.
“What the hell was that?” Gene laughed as he took a bite of his burger.
“My cry of distress.”
“Who’s the damsel in distress now?” May said taking another sip of soda.
“I need to peeeee.” Felicity commented, changing the subject.
“Ah yes, the need for a bathroom; a bodily need that every human being suffers. Whereas most would simply tend to that need and visit a restroom, my sister simply complains.” Gene muttered.
“I would utilize the proper facilities if I didn’t think this thief” she pointed at May, “would eat all of my food.”
May smirked and held her can of soda. “I bet it’s really uncomfortable too hold in all that pent up urine. The liquid is just sloshing around inside of you like a wave pool. The urge will just continue to rise until your body just voids itself and just release all that liquid from your body with golden streams that drizzle to ground and relieve you of your burden.
“I suppose that it will be OK… I mean unless you think of water falls, or fountains, or pools, or rain, or rivers, or water hoses.” May laughed as she tilted her head upwards and dangled the can of soda at an angle until a stream of amber liquid poured out from the height of half a foot into her mouth.
Felicity scowled as she openly held herself in front of her friends. “Shut up.” She frowned.
“Please do, both of you. I don’t want to have this conversation while I’m eating. Felicity, use the bathroom before you pee yourself. May, don’t eat ALL of her food. Deal?”
Felicity cast a question glance at her friend as she bounced her right leg.
May gave an exaggerated sigh. “Fine.”
“Thank you.” Felicity said leaping from her seat and racing from the room with one hand on her crotch and the other flailing at her side.
“So now that the third wheel is gone…” Gene began, putting his arm across May’s shoulder. “…I was wondering if I could finally meet your parents this weekend… maybe for dinner.”
May raised an eyebrow. “That’s a first; a boy wants to meet the girl’s parents.”
“Well you already met mine and…”
“Speaking of your dad… I kinda… I’m quitting the basketball team.”
“What? Dad is going to go crazy. You are literally the entire team.”
“You mean figuratively.”
“What?”
“Nothing. I’ve just been hanging around my dad too much.” May shook her head. “Anyway, I’ve already contemplated your dad’s reaction. I honestly can’t do basketball anymore though.”
“Why not?”
(Oh you know, just because I’m the friendly neighborhood spider girl.) “Because I have other commitments to tend to.”
“Ok… He isn’t going to be happy though.”
“I know he won’t.”
“So…. About that date?”
“Friday at seven.” May replied.
“Sounds good.” He laughed at her initiative.
May hung back after her class, stalling as long as possible before having to face her basketball coach. Even with all her stalling as she waited outside the gym office she still felt nervous. Her hand gripped the handle of the door so tightly her knuckles grew white. Her right leg bent back slightly, the toe of her foot barely touching the ground. She cast a quick glance around the empty wooden gym floor, desperately searching for something to waste more time on, but she came up empty handed. She sighed and finally opened the door just as her coach was coming out.
“Hey, Parker.” He grinned. “Wanting to get in some more practice hours?” He asked.
“Actually… about that… I uh, I am quitting the basketball team.” She admitted, a sense of dread instantly forming in her gut.
“What?” Coach Thompson cried, outraged.
“I’m sorry I just have other commitments that take precedence over the basketball team. I’m really sorry about this.”
“What is more important? If this is a question of grades I can find someone to tutor you or-“
“It’s not about grades. I just can’t continue to play on the team.”
“What could possibly be more important than the team?”
(Protecting New York City.) “I can’t disclose that.”
“It’s not your dad is it? Is he still mad about High School?” He demanded.
“No, it has nothing to do with my dad.”
“Then what? It’s not my son is it?”
“Of course not. He wasn’t too happy about this either. I am really sorry.” May said softly.
“Fine! Don’t expect to come back later though. This is a permanent removal. Are you sure about this?” He seemed to plead with her.
May cast her gaze to the floor. To tell the truth, she wasn’t. She loved being on the basketball team, but with superhuman athletic abilities and spider senses… it just wasn’t fair. (Its cheating) she shrugged her shoulders subconsciously. She quickly changed her posture and forced herself to become more assertive. “I am.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” The coach admitted.
May nodded and left to return to her house.
May sat at the edge of her bed her spider costume hanging in her hands. She examined the not yet worn costume and wondered if she made the right choice. Her query was interrupted as the high tech police scanner behind her buzzed to life revealing a bank robbery on twenty seventh street.
(Time to see if I got what it takes.) She decided, stripping to her bra and panties before wrestling with her skin tight spandex costume till it covered her entirely aside from her head as her mask was balled up in her right hand. Her stomach fluttered with nerves and she almost wanted to vomit from anxiety. Her eyes gazed down at her very revealing costume and realized that she had a very visible panty line. She gasped in horror as her cheeks began to burn a bright red.
(No time for modesty. Several armed captors and hostages are more important than my panty line… maybe. If just a little bit) she rolled her eyes and pulled the mask over her face and glanced at the mirror in her room. Despite her easily noticeable underwear she looked… amazing.
She slipped on her web shooters and flung herself from the window. Thanks to the enchantments placed by Dr. Strange no one noticed the web swinger emerge from the Parker house. She quickly began her race to get to the bank. She founder herself reaching top speed and she wished her hair could dangle from her mask and feel the wind whip through it. Instead yet another one of Dr. Strange’s enchantments caused the hair to practically be swallowed up by the mask and prevent the mask from jumbling up and keeping her aerodynamic.
She flung herself through the air in graceful flips or dives until she landed atop the roof of the bank. She surveyed the steel paneled roof for any entry ways. Her eyes quickly spotted one of many round roof windows that was just large enough for her to slide through. She pressed her palm against the glass of the window and was about to push it out when it seemingly flew out of its frame and shattered the green marble floor below.
“What was that?” She asked aloud. (No time to think, act!) She slid herself through the opening and web zipped to a nearby wall. Her loud intrusion was quickly investigated by a thug with a large machine gun. He glanced from the broken glass to the window frame several times in confusion. May didn’t allow him much time to figure things out before she shot two webs at either side of him. She tugged the strands until the strain shot her forward, feet first.
Her feet connected with the thugs back and he fell forward, his gun firing several bullets into the ceiling as it was flung from his grasp. He rolled across the floor unconscious. May webbed both him, and his gun to the floor as two more thugs emerged from the vault.
“I don’t suppose you two are the welcoming committee?” She teased. The responded by firing several rounds at her. She handsprung herself backwards. She crossed her arms outwards in front of herself and fired two streams of web from both hands at the guns. She pulled the strands backwards, quickly disarming the thugs as the guns fell behind her.
“guess not.” She smirked as one charged at her. She vaulted him easily, he quickly spun around but May was already swing her leg in a 360 kick that easily incapacitated her opponent. His buddy decided to take his chances at taking her out. “really after that display you are still going to fight me?” She asked as he tried to hit her.
May leaped towards the ceiling easily avoiding his clumsy punch. She fired one web at the ceiling to suspend herself and the other at the man’s leg. She pulled the dangling would-have-been-robber close to her face.
“So tell me, where are the hostages at?” She asked after she noticed the empty bank room.
“They are in the vault. We were going to lock them in there.”
“Now that doesn’t sound very nice. What if I just left you… hanging from the ceiling for instance? Who knows how long you would be up there.” She said as she connected both strands together and leaped back to the ground. She fired a strand into the vault room and web zipped into the room to find three more robbers.
“Oh look,” She said gazing at the bags of money. “Are those for me? Aw man, and I didn’t get you anything.” She said lamely. She quickly disarmed two of the thugs as the third one fired his shot gun in her direction. She easily dodged the flurry of bullets. Pulling a hostage out of the way of the fire.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to shoot a girl?” She asked as she disarmed the final thug just as the other two charged her from both side. She leaped upward and flipped backwards and the two bozos crashed into each other. “You are just making this too easy.” She said, flinging a stack a bag of bills at the third thug. He caught it as it came open and a splatter of ink fired into his face.
“Sorry about that.” May laughed as she fired a powerful impact web at her and he fell backwards into the wall and slumped to the ground. She quickly entangled him in her webbing as the other two thugs pulled themselves to their feet.
“So how do you want to do this, one at a time or both of you at the same time?” May asked hopping from one foot to the other in a mock warm-up.
“Shut up bit-“
“Eh, eh, eh!” May chastised as she covered his mouth with webbing. “Potty mouths aren’t welcome here.
While the one thug tugged at his web muzzle the other attempted to race for his gun. May had other plans for him and shot a web as his ankle and sent him crashing to the ground. She swung over to him as she climbed to his feet in time to have her knock him unconscious with a vertical kick.
“As much as I enjoy seeing a girl in skin tight costumes dancing around with a clear panty line, you are getting annoying.” Apparently the final thug removed his muzzle.
“Perv.” May said throwing a stack of bills at him, spraying ink in his eyes.
“Gah!” He screamed stumbling back. May launched herself in his direction, landing on her hands as she performed a spin kick and knocked out the final thug. She rolled her eyes as she webbed the last to thugs to the ground and cast her gaze at the hostages who hesitantly rose to their feet.
A child was the first to speak. “You can see her underwear mommy.”
May blushed and left without a word in a series of graceful swinging that would probably never make up for her panty line.
So the next chapter will definitely have wetting for anyone waiting for that:P Other than that you know the usual sign off: leave any comments, cristism or feedback below |
So I used a scene from a superhero movie for inspiration for this chapter. Ten points to gryffindor if you find it:P
May could only groan as she emerged from the school bus after the long day of school. “Thank god its Friday.” She mumbled aloud as she dragged her feet across the pathway to her front porch. Faint traces of bags were visible from beneath her make-up. She rubbed her eyes lighty. (Oh what a joy it is being the friendly neighborhood wall crawler) she thought bitterly as she slipped into her house.
“Hey sweetheart.” Her mother greeted from somewhere in the house.
“Hi mom.” She replied softly. (Was that even loud enough for her to hear?” She wondered as she climbed the stairs to the second floor. Despite being only being a short distance from the stair case getting to her room felt like the equivalent to running a marathon for May. She barely tugged her bedroom door close and dropped her bag in the middle of her floor. She kicked off a pair of brown uggs before climbing into her bed fully clothed.
The second she pulled her covers over her body she passed out. The world faded as she lost consciousness.
Even in her dreams May found herself swinging from webs; however, her spider costume was absent. In its place was a hot pink bra covering her chest and matching panties hiding her lady parts. May flushed in embarrassment as she swung through Manhattan. She tried to keep herself at a high altitude but she kept finding herself just a few feet above the ground.
Of course the city was just as full as usual and the citizens of New York fixated on the half-naked girl. Laughter reached May’s ears as she tried to get out of sight. Unfortunately, May never seemed to get any higher, in fact she didn’t seem to get any closer to her location either… not that she knew where she was going anyway. May tried to cover her body up with her left hand but she couldn’t ever seem to find enough modesty with a single hand.
A thought popped into May’s head. She could just cover herself in webbing. She rolled her eyes at herself for not coming up with the solution sooner. She awkwardly aimed her arm at herself and began to fire webbing… but she ran out. Both web shooters ran empty and she immediately found herself falling from a tremendous height. She screamed and suddenly wished she was still at street level.
Just before she splattered to the ground she found herself sitting in her school desk. She glanced down to find herself still in her skimpy outfit and began to blush furiously as she surveyed the rest of the class. Her usual class mates seemed to be replaced with a mixture of cute singers from her favorite bands and common thugs she spent most of her time apprehending.
She tried to sink lower into her seat and cover her breasts with her text book but her teacher had other ideas.
“Ms. Parker! How dare you attend class in such a… exposing outfit?” The elderly teacher looked absolutely disgusted. “To the front of the class, now!” She Demanded.
May hesitated, not thrilled to expose herself to her “class”.
“I said now, young lady!”
May blushed but rose to her feet. She bowed her head and sluggishly made her way to the front. Once she got to the board she tried to obscure her class’s view of her with her hands but the teacher scolded her.
“Take a piece of chalk and write ‘I will not forget my clothes’ fifty times on the board. Any attempt to cover yourself will be rewarded with another twenty lines.”
May blushed deeply but obliged. She winced as every time she wrote on the board she was greeted by a loud screeching noise. Her classmates on the other hand seemed to be only focusing on her body. She blushed as she reflexively tried to cover her butt.
“Twenty more.” Her teacher stated simply.
May slumped but continued to jot down line after line. She reached her twenty-eighth line when she began to notice an urge to pee. She winced lightly but ignored it. Her abdomen slowly began to bulge from her swollen bladder as she began to add more lines to her existing one. She began to shift her weight from leg to leg as she made it to her fortieth line. (Almost there) she thought as she began her forty-first.
She frowned at the bulge in her stomach, her four pack was absent and instead she looked like she was in the early stages of pregnancy. She bent her leg back in a ninety degree angle and returned it to its original position before repeating the process with her other leg. She began to continue the process as she added more and more lines of the same repetitive text.
May reached her fifty-fifth line when she began to hold herself.
“Another twenty lines miss Parker.”
“No! I just have to pee!” She complained
“Make it fifty!”
“WHAT?” She shouted.
“Do you want to go one for seventy!”
“Please just let me go!”
“Fine, who else will save the city from shocker anyway?”
“What?”
“The villain known as Shocker II is wreaking havoc across Brooklyn Bridge. All members of the NYPD report to Brooklyn Bridge immediately.” Her teacher replied, only the voice wasn’t hers.
“What’s going…on?” May muttered as she began to rouse to the sound of her police scanner. She blinked a few times as she glanced at her clock, it was only five in the afternoon, she still had two hours till Gene came over.
Her head rang as she remembered the police scanner. “ Shocker huh?” She quickly rose to her feet, happy to find herself dressed in her clothes, not her underwear. She chuckled as she stripped nude and replaced her panties with a black thong before she pulled on her skin tight costume. She didn’t waste any time before she leaped from her window and began swinging through the streets of New York.
She barely got a block away from her house before she began to notice her urge to pee wasn’t confined to her dream. She winced as her urethra began to tingle. She tried to ignore it and continued to swing onward. It didn’t take May long to find herself atop the arch of Brooklyn Bridge. Her eyes darted downwards to find a single man casually stroll along the bridge as he sent cars and policemen flying.
May fire a web and dangled upside before descending till she was face level with the Shocker. “Hey, come here often?” She asked the tall man. She quickly examined his costume. It was mostly yellow full body suit that showed off his large muscles, but some reason he added a red singlet over the suit to add flare or something. His feet were covered by red boots and his hands had red gloves with glowing knuckle extensions.
Rather than reply to May’s question he raised his fist to her face.
A sharp tingle interrupted May’s thoughts and she quickly web zipped away as a powerful blast of blue energy shot through the air.
“Ah, I see. You are the shoot first, ask questions later kinda guy.” May commented as she fired two strands of web on opposite side of him. She slingshot herself towards him feet first, hoping to send him flying. Unfortunately he had the relatively same idea, only his way involve his blaster fists.
A blue jet of energy collided with May in mid-air and she found herself scrambling through the air till her back slammed into a suspension wire. Her body began to fall to the ground before she managed to fire a web. She swung towards the powerhouse only to have him send another wave of energy her way. May released the strand of web and bent backwards in mid-air, preforming a matrix esque dodge.
She fired another strand of web when another blast of energy hit her from below. She flipped through the sky and felt a spurt of urine slip into her thong. She winced but managed to regain control of her body. She fired a strand of web and swung back down towards Shocker. He released another blast of energy that she managed to dodge and follow it up with a swinging kick that sent him flying backwards.
The muscular villain landed on his feet and rather than send a blast of energy he sent a wave of energy that blew May backwards. She slid across the street and at some point began rolling before she staggered back to her feet only to have another blast of energy collide with her chest and send her rag-dolling across the bridge. May slammed into the ground and a spurt of warmth filled her crotch. She glanced down to find a penny sized glistening patch on her crotch.
May shook the thought of her bodily need from her mind and began swinging back towards her foe. She leaped to a nearby wire and clung to its surface. “Tesla would be proud Shocker.” The wall crawler commented as the man fire another blast of energy at her. She evaded the strike but the force of the blast fractured the wire she rested on. She clung to the wall of the arch and surveyed the bridge.
“There are too many people on it too evacuate. I can’t afford to let him collapse it… but he’s too powerful to try and attack head on. How much juice does he have?” She questioned. Her head tingled and she leaped to the ground as a blast of energy damaged the arch.
“You know, this is vandalism at its worse.” May said as she strut over towards the villain. He replied with a blast of energy that she evaded. The bridge rocked. “If you collapse this do you think you can survive?” She asked as she took cover behind a car. She placed both hands on the empty vehicle and prepared to vault it when the car seemed to fly from her hands and slam into the villain.
“What the hell?” May asked as she glanced at her hands. She didn’t have long to wonder what happened before the angry villain retaliated with a series of energy blasts. May cartwheeled out of the way of the majority of the blasts but the last one’s shock wave sent her tumbling behind another empty car.
May felt urine spread through her crotch and managed to stem the flow, but the wet patch spread to the size of a coaster. May blushed but turned her attention to her attacker. She glanced at the car and pressed her hands to the exterior. Nothing happened. She groaned and struggled to lift the vehicle. She just got it over her head when a blast of energy struck the car and tore it from her grasp.
May crouched to the ground as another blast whizzed above his head. She leaped into the air and web-zipped to a nearby cord. May turned to her adversary as an idea began to form in her head. (Those gloves has to be a pain to handle… so how does he deal with all that crippling energy? It has to be his suit!) Her eyes fell onto his body when she noticed a small tear in the fabric.
She smirked as she fired a strand of web at the flap of torn fabric and pulled on it till the rip expanded and he was exposed. He tried to fire a blast of energy but his entire body shuddered and she blast went wild as he fell to the ground. May smile for a moment until she grew aware of a trickle of warmth rolling down her leg. She stemmed the flow as she fled the scene of the attack and raced towards her house.
She examined the damage and was glad to see it was very minor, on the flip side she still REALLY had to go. She winced as she began to swing back towards her house. The journey seemed much longer now that she had to pee oh so desperately. Whenever she began her ascension of her swinging arc she would force the web between her legs and her hand onto her crotch to hold herself for a few moments until she would have to fire a new strand of web.
She was nearly halfway home when her phone rang. She risked a landing on a nearby building when she clicked a button on her gauntlet and rose her wrist to her ear.
“Hey, babe.” Gene greeted her.
“Hey.” She smiled as she crossed her leg and began to bob up and down.
“I just wanted to let you know I’m on my way towards your house now, be there in ten.”
“Great!” May forced enthusiasm into her voice.
“See you then.”
“See ya.” She disconnected the call and shoved both hands into her crotch. She allowed herself a moment to squirm. She groaned as she forced herself to begin her journey back towards her house again, this time with one hand in her crotch.
May was on her street when a gush of pee soaked her hand. She winced but continued to her house. She was swinging through her window when she noticed Gene’s car in her drive way.
“Damn!” She swore as she landed on her floor as the door to her room began to open. Her head tingled as she jumped to the single and spread out her arms and legs so that she remained there, her face gazing at the ground as flash entered the room.
“Hey May, you in here.”
May didn’t answer and only stared at her boyfriend.
“Guess not.” He said softly as he began to leave.
A soft hiss filled the air suddenly as May felt the sensation of warmth begin to spread from her crotch. The fabric around her crotch began to darken and glisten as the wet patch grew larger and larger. A stream as thin as a strand of hair began to drizzle to the ground as the door slowly shut. Gene faintly heard the sound of liquid hitting the ground and darted back to check the source. May just managed to escape through her window where she handstand just out of sight on the window sill.
Hot golden rivulets of pee began to roll down her abdomen and darken her uniform. She cringed as the warm glistening wet patches began to spread towards her chest. Her back didn’t fair much better and grew darker as well. She shuddered slightly as her skin tight fabric rippled slightly with the flow and golden streams were visible outside of the fabric. Pee began to casade from her breast in streams that fell towards her face.
May blew through pursed lips as urine began to roll down her face. Her nose wrinkled in disgust as hot pee began to fill her nostrils with the scent of ammonia. She tilted her head at an angle so that her nostrils wouldn’t fill with any real urine. She winced as urine began to drip from her nose to the ground below.
The flow continued down her torso, it almost tickled as the hot streams of urine multiplied as her flow increased. The chest of her costume was filled with a complex series of wet patches that almost resembled a web in themselves as rivulets of hot pee began to spread and trickle down her body. She whimpered in disgust as her side and arms began to feel the same burden.
Finally she heard the door shut as Gene left. She wasted no time in flinging herself back into her bedroom where she raced to her bathroom. There was no hope for using the toilet now she flung herself into the bathtub and just let the remainder of her urine flow out and down her legs.
When the flow subsided she finally escaped the soggy confines of her costume, though the fabric stuck to her as she struggled to pull it off. Eventually she found herself entirely nude and saturated with he urine. She groaned as she dried herself off and applied a heavy touch of perfume to drown out the scent of urine. She changed into beige bra and panties, a black layered mini-skirt, a red v-neck and black boots before she jumped from her window and reentered from her porch.
May found Gene sitting awkwardly at the table as her father interrogated him about something, or another. “Dad leave him alone.” May laughed.
“I’m just making sure that he-“
“Is completely uncomfortable.” Mary Jane interrupted.
“No it’s fine.” Gene lied. He mouthed a thank you to May, though.
“Alright well who’s up for dinner? I hope you are in the mood for take-out Gene. We’re having Chinese food tonight.” Mary Jane said.
After dinner May walked Gene to his car. “Sorry for turning up late to my own house.” She rubbed the back of his neck.
“It’s cool.” He laughed. “Never had that happen before though.”
“That’s Mayday Parker for you.” May laughed.
“Indeed.” Gene replied as he leaned in for a kiss.
May remembered the urine that had previously rolled down her lips and leaned back.
“Sorry, Chinese breath.” She replied.
Gene looked hurt but didn’t voice his feelings. “Well see you later.” He said and entered his car.
“Bye.” May replied before he shut his door. She watched him leave before she returned to her house.
“You didn’t kiss him?” Peter asked, clearly pleased.
“You watched?” May asked horrified.
“I have to make sure my only daughter is OK.” He replied sheepishly.
“Well… no I didn’t kiss him.”
“Why not?” Mary Jane butted in.
“Well… I… peed all over myself.” She admitted, defeated.
“Even your face?” Peter laughed.
“Especially my face.” May blushed.
“What happened?” Mary Jane raised an eyebrow.
“Spider-girl happened.” May replied before leaving to her room to take a shower. |
May dangled her head upside down from the couch cushion as she lazed around her otherwise empty house. A can of soda and bag of chips dangled from the ceiling near her; both suspended by her webbing. May was amazed to find that she didn’t feel the nauseating sensation of blood rushing to her head. Instead it seemed to feel completely natural.
The young heroine spent her Sunday in less than flattering attire: a baggy navy blue t-shirt she “borrowed” from Gene, and slim grey sweatpants. Her bare feet rested on top of the couch’s head rest. May’s hair was done in a messy bun, with loose strands of hair dangling downwards. Her face was devoid of make-up yet nearly flawless.
A newsflash interrupted her previously scheduled program. “Warning to citizens in the Manhattan area, the super villain known as Shocker has escaped from custody. The criminal was previously apprehended by Spiderman escaped through means of a hidden explosive. He is likely armed and very dangerous. Citizens are warned to keep their distance and report any sighting immediately.”
May’s mouth hung agape for a moment after the news flash ended. “Spiderman?” She asked, clearly outraged. “It’s spider-girl! I have boobs!” She shouted. May pulled her shirt’s collar out a bit and gazed at her bra-less chest. “I mean they aren’t the biggest boobs but still…! A thug checked out my panty line!” She sprung to her feet and bowed her head. “It’s spidergirl…” She trailed off softly.
May’s tantrum was interrupted by a shrill metallic sound. She glanced at her blinking smart phone and read the text from Felecity. “Hey! Hang out? Meet me at Dehango’s pizzeria in an hour.”
“Doesn’t seem to grasp the concept of question marks. This seems like a demand.” May muttered. She returned her gaze to her television. “If Shocker is really on the loose I ought to… to what?” (I have no idea where Mr. Tesla is… If dad gets any leads he will tell me and then I’ll go find him. Till then I can have a little fun.) May justified her lack of super heroing, at least to herself, and set off to get ready.
May was disappointed to have to hurry through her usually long shower time. Once out of the shower she began to lightly polish her blemishes with make-up, a bit of mascara to hide her bags and red lipstick to add a bit of flirty flair to her looks. She dressed herself in a white blouse, black skinny jeans and a red jacket. May was slipping her grey vans on when she got a call.
“You never comfirmed.” Felecity accused.
“You didn’t give me a choice.”
“It’s still polite.”
“Fine, yes I’m coming.”
“Obviously.” *Click*
May rolled her eyes at her friend’s attitude as she headed out the door.
Soon after May entered the pizzeria to find Felecity sitting at a booth… with some boy. May raised an eye brow as she tried to discern who her friend was talking to by the back of his head. Unfortunately May remained stumped as she strolled over to the table, a little anxious to be a third wheel.
May was a few steps from the table when the boy turned around. May froze and gasped. “Normie?” She asked. The handsome teenage boy smiled and rose to his feet. Dark hair fell a little below his ears, charming grey-green eyes met May’s excited blue eyes. A charismatic smirk lined his lips as he embraced the young heroine.
May’s head barely rested upon his shoulder as she made sure to keep her grasp light.
“Hey.” Normie said cooly as he released May.
“When did you get back in town?” May asked, clearly thrilled to have her longtime friend back.
“Today.” He smiled.
“How long are you staying?” She asked hesitantly, not wanting to get her hopes up.
“Quite a while I imagine. After all the Oscorp base of operations is in Manhattan, and as CEO I should stay close.” He replied with his charming voice.
“Awesome.” Was all May could muster. She was way too excited to think of a better response.
“So, I guess Mr. CEO is going to spend all his time in suits now-a-days?” Felecity asked, referencing his grey three piece suit.
“Dress for Success.” Normie shrugged smiling.
May lost focus as her head tingled. Her eyes flit across the room in a slight panic. Time slowed as the wall opposite of her ruptured. Debris hurtled at the table Felecity still resided in. May moved to protect her but hesitated as more debris launched at Normie and several other residents of the pizzeria. May panicked as she tried to decide what to do. Time sped up and the shock wave of the blast sent her flying instead. May scrambled through the air and crashed through the pizzeria’s window.
May groaned as she tumbled across the curb. Regardless of her injury May shot to her feet and leaped into the alleyway between the pizzeria and a comic shop. She clung to the surface of the comic shop and bounced to the roof of the pizzeria. She quickly tugged her shirt and jacket off revealing her spider costume beneath. She quickly stripped the rest of her attire off and replaced it with her mask and web shooters.
May dove to the streets and fired a stream of webbing into the pizzeria and tugged hard till the strand and she was sent flying into the shop. Felecity was slumped across the floor and Normie struggled under a chunk of brick wall. May flung the debris off her friend, who immediately limped over to Felecity.
“Is she O-“ May was cut off as a wall of blue energy sent her crashing into a circular table. The wooden table splintered beneath her. May sat up to find the shocker standing above her.
“You are really annoying.” May groaned. She struggled to rise but Shocker stuck out his fist. His gauntlets sent waves of pressure on her body, pinning her to the ground. Shocker aimed his left fist at her face, his gauntlets lighting up with energy.
May sent two streams of webbing at the wall. She tugged as much as possible till the webbing pulled her back. Her body slid between the shocker’s legs. She rose to her feet as she slid and sent a flurry of impact webbings at his back. The villain winced very slightly but turned around, sending a beam of energy slicing at her head.
May ducked and fired two strands of web on either side of the Shocker and sling-shot herself feet first at his chest. May’s attack was intercepted by a blast of energy. She crashed into a wall and slumped to the ground.
Shocker turned away without a second thought and rushed from the scene. May groaned softly and struggled to her feet. Her eyes slipped over to her two friends who were slumped over each other unconscious. May frowned but refocused her attention on apprehending the larger worry.
May emerged on the street to find a path of destruction leading away from the pizzeria. “Oh where, oh where could he be?” May mumbled as she took off swinging along the path. Her body whipped through the air as she surveyed the carnage below for immediate threats to the safety of other citizens. Thankfully it seemed that most citizens had already fled before Shocker got a chance to harm them.
The path of destruction ended at a large gaping hole in the street. May landed at the edge of the hole. She glanced into it. “Not exactly subtle.” She smirked and plunged downwards. She quickly came to a large cavern that must have once been a subway station. Just before she reached the ground her spider senses went off just moments before her body rag dolled through the air.
“Not exactly reliable.” She snarled at her late warning. She managed to land on her feet and face her attacked.
“Come on Shocker, can’t we just talk this out?”
The villain remained silent, as usual. Instead he replied with a wave of energy that kept May from getting close. He slowly skirted around her till he was on a higher platform. A blast of energy soared towards May knocking her into a weak section of the wall. The wall gave away and she plummeted into a circular pit that reached a hundred or so meters downwards with several intersecting railway bridges.
May crashed onto a bridge. She winced as a rail slammed into her back. She rolled to her stomach and began to push herself to her feet when Shocker entered the pit. He used waves of energy to propel himself to the track May resided on. A blast of energy like a train sent her flying across the track. She landed in a roll and just managed to get to her feet when another blast narrowly missed her.
May leaped to another bridge higher up and sent streams of web at the Shocker’s guantlets. His fist were covered by the powerful adhesive. The webbing was quickly blown away by the Shocker’s powerful gauntlets and two blasts of energy were sent at May. May jumped into the air, flipping to avoid both. She swung to another train track and tried to search Shocker’s suit for any tears.
“What do I do?” She asked, feeling a panicky sensation swell up in her chest. There weren’t any tears on his suit, there wasn’t anything to cut it. His gloves blew her webs away… this was way too much. May sent a flurry of impact webbings to distract him as she leaped to another bridge. Her attention momentarily diverted as she saw a bright light beginning to emerge from a track behind her.
“I don’t like this.” She muttered as she formulated a plan. She fired to strands of webbing at the Shocker’s shoulders. She mustered all her might as she tried to throw him in front of the train. She watched as his body arced through the air… and fell short. May had to back hand spring to avoid him crushing on her. Her toes narrowly missed the third rail and she was at the edge of the track.
The sound of a speeding subway train roared through the room. May knew she lost her chance and now… now Shocker had perfect aim of her. Her spider senses barely tingled before she was uppercut. A blast of energy and she was sent flying. She frantically tried to right herself up as she soared towards the front of the train. Her body crashed hard onto the track only meters from the subways front. With inhuman speed she rolled her body till she lied perfectly flat between the rails. Just as she snatched her arm out of the way the train sped above her.
May began to breath rapidly as the metal contraption drove just inches above her face. “I’m so glad I peed before I left.” She muttered, terrified. “I’m so glad I have small boobs.” She added as the train continued to move above her. She failed. She knew it. She barely survived.
Finally the last train compartment swooped above her head. May reluctantly sat up to find that Shocker had abandoned her. She sighed and slowly got to her feet. Her body was still shaking as she left the tunnel and returned to Dehango’s Pizzeria. The scene was empty, most likely everyone caught in the attack would be at the hospital. May changed before rushing to the hospital in search of her friends.
May shyly made her way into Normie’s room. She approached her friend who looked fine enough. “Hey.” She muttered.
“Hey.” He smiled, sitting up at the sight of her.
“Sorry your welcome back wasn’t ideal.” She laughed as she stood at his side.
“None sense. It was pretty exciting.” Normie laughed. “I’m just glad you’re fine.”
“Yeah. Thanks to Spidergirl.” May said.
“Spidergirl?” He asked a little sheepishly.
“Yes, Normie. Spidergirl. She has boobs.”
“Oh great. A heroic damsel saved the knight in distress.”
“Who says you’re a knight?” May laughed.
“If I remember correctly, a certain six year old Mayday parker called me her ‘knight in shining armor’.” Nromie smirked.
May blushed. “I was six, and you were nine!” She looked away. “I didn’t think you were too knightly after you read my diary, by the way.”
Normie shrugged. “I thought it was cute.”
May blushed further. “This isn’t fun for me.” She scowled.
“Oh you poor thing.” Normie rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry the injured man is making you blush.”
“Don’t play the sympathy card. I feel bad enough I couldn’t save you.”
“I think the rolls should be reversed.” Normie laughed.
“Are you wishing ill on me?” May smirked.
“No, I just mean that I should be the one worrying about you.”
“That’s sexist Normie.”
“Regardless… I’m glad you came by, but I think Felecity will be upset if you don’t say hi to her.”
“Ok, I see. You want to get rid of me. Well I will see you later, tiger.”
“See ya, Mayday.”
May gave a mock salute and slipped out to visit Felecity.
May approached the room where Gene was talking to his sister.
“Awe, how touching. A real family reunion.” May gushed as she entered.
“Hey May.” The siblings called out in unison.
“Hey, guys. I’m not intruding am I?”
“Not at all. Gene is just expressing his concern.” Felecity rolled her eyes. “Where were you?” Felecity demanded. “I was all alone and in pain and-“
“Cut out the exaggeration. I was talking to Normie.”
Gene groaned.
“Don’t mind him. He just doesn’t like successful cool guys on his turf.” Felecity rolled her eyes.
“He’s a bad guy.” Gene mumbled. “I mean both his dad and his grandpa were supervillains. The fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Gene grumbled.
“Normie isn’t going to be a supervillain.” May sighed.
“Whatever, just be careful around him.” Gene warned as he left the room.
Once he was gone Felecity spoke. “He’s jealous.”
“I know.” May muttered.
“With good reason. Normie is hot.” Felecity replied.
“Huh? Do you have a thing for him?” May asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Ew, gross. No!” Felecity scowled. “Besides he’s YOUR knight in shining armor.”
May blushed again. “Did everyone read my diary?”
“I’m the one who told him about that.” Felecity laughed.
“Thanks. You’re a great friend.”
Felecity winked at her. “I need my rest.” She admitted. “You better not keep me waiting next time I get hurt, though.”
May laughed as she began to leave. “I won’t.”
May’s phone went off in the hall. “Hey.” She answered.
“I presume you had a run in the Shocker?”
“Yeah.”
“Are Felecity and Normie OK?”
“How did you know about them?”
“I work for the police May. Are the fine?”
“Yeah, I guess they are just being kept for observation.”
“Good. And you, are you OK?”
“Of course.” May sighed.
“What about Shocker?”
“He got away. I think I need…” May looked around and whispered into the phone. “Stronger webbing.”
“I don’t think it’s a matter of stronger webbing. See Herman-“
“Herman?”
“The original Shocker. Herman used gauntlets that vibrated the air molecules. This Shocker uses some form of energy. Until I figure out what it is I can’t make a webbing to last against it.”
“Oh.” May muttered.
“I do have something that can help.” Petere stated.
“These are called stingers.” Peter said adding needles to May’s web shooters at their home. “If you do this…” He said making a gun with his hand and putting his thumb down so that it’s tip touched the beginning of his index finger. “It shoots a needle out.”
May hesitantly mimicked the gesture and a needle shot from the shooter, piercing the wall. “It almost seems cruel to fire these at villains…” May muttered.
“Maybe, but if you can graze the shocker costume you can tear it and leave him helpless.” Peter shrugged.
“I guess.” May mumbled, not sure how she felt about the new tool. “I’m going to go and survey the city for a while, make sure Shocker doesn’t do any more damage.” May said as she pulled her mask over her face. |
So something I wanted to disclose before you read this chapter. In this continuity, my continuity, a lot of things have changed. Normie isn’t the goblin, yet. Felecity has a stronger relationship with her mother than her father. Peter has never bonded with the venom symbiote, neither has Eddie Brock. In fact the venom symbiote had been brought back to earth intentionally and had been kept in a lab for experimentation for project Spider-Men (later named Project April) but was forgotten and kept in stasis for fourteen years. The symbiote has recently been released via Manhattan Plumbing on accident. Without Further ado I hope you enjoy.
May swung through the gray skies of Manhattan, landing atop her favorite gargoyle perch. She took a moment to catch her breath as she gazed at the horizon, the sun barely peaking at the world. “I spent all night looking for someone who apparently doesn’t exist.” May grumbled. She grew aware of the heaviness in her eyes and yawned. “How do you go from path of carnage to nonexistence?” May asked as she swung her way back to her home.
May clambered into her window, pulling her mask off before collapsing in her bed for a few minutes of sleep. She barely blinked before her alarm clock blared in her ear. May arched her back so that her lap still rested on the mattress but one arm kept her torso in the air. She sent a stream of webbing on the alarm clock before sending it flying across the room in aggression. She groaned, brushing her hair back before she got out of bed.
May peeled her skintight suit from her body and stumbled into the shower letting scalding hot water pour over her body in an effort to keep herself conscious. May furiously scrubbed herself clean as flashes of Felecity’s and Normie’s unconscious bodies flit through her mind. True they were fine, but things could have gotten much worse. She couldn’t save her own friends and what about the carnage the Shocker used to lead her to the subway system? It would be ridiculous to assume everyone got out safe or alive.
May shuddered; suddenly she wasn’t cleaning sweat from her body. She was trying to clean the thoughts, the doubt, the fear away. Maybe she wasn’t a heroine. Maybe she was just a kid playing dress up. May sank to her knees in the shower, hot water washing over her as she felt utterly lost.
“No.” She mumbled softly. May balled her hands into fists. “I can do this. I am May Parker, daughter of the original Spiderman. I am a heroine by blood. I am a heroine through will.” May rose to her feet and ignored her weariness. She shampooed her hair before emerging into the steamy bathroom to dry herself and get ready for the day.
May tossed her towel aside and entered her room. Her skin goosebumped as she met the cool air. She rubbed her eyes and began to dress herself. She grabbed a pair of matching pink bra and panties. She followed the underwear choice with dark wash skinny jeans, gray vans and a form fitting purple v-neck.
May gave herself a once over in the mirror, she looked a bit worse for the wear. Her eyes were surrounded by dark circles she quickly addressed with make-up. Still make up couldn’t hide her obvious need for sleep. Regardless she applied a light touch of eye liner and head out for the day at school.
May drug her body through the halls of Midtown hall and forced herself to remain conscious during her various classes. Finally May found herself groggily making her way to study hall. She sighed in relief at the thought of a well-earned nap, even if it would only extend for the thirty minute period. Focusing on remaining awake she hadn’t really noticed the growing need for a bathroom until she passed through the threshold of the class.
She winced slightly, hoping she could hold it till lunch; nothing was getting in the way of her rest. She eased her head onto her desk and almost instantly slipped from consciousness.
May found herself revisiting a memory from her childhood. She blinked at the intense light the sun gave off. She looked around to find herself at a playground. Her six year old body was dressed in a grey skirt that reached just above her knees, black panty hose, black flats and a white blouse.
May glanced over to the tree where Felecity, dressed in a black dress spoke to Normie who had jeans and a t-shirt. May waited till they both returned to her company.
“OK. May you are going to be the princess so you have to wait up there.” Felecity pointed to the playground’s tallest slide tower. “Normie has to save you from me, the evil witch.” Felecity informed May.
“OK.” May sighed. She wanted to ask if she could use the bathroom, but felt nervous around Normie. She didn’t want to seem like a baby. Besides, as of last year she was potty trained. A little late, but potty trained no less. May scurried up the winding staircase to the tower with the slide. She looked out below as her two friends picked up worthy sticks for their battle.
May crossed her legs as she appeared between the metal bars down at her friends. Felecity stood atop a metal platform drawing a gnarly stick about two feet in length. Normie drew his own, longer and straighter. A worthy sword of any knight.
Instantly the battle commenced, Felecity flicked her wand at the brave knight. A flaming ball narrowly missed Normie’s helmet clad head. The heroic knight attempted to attack the witch but was slowed by a bolt of lightning. He convulsed within his iron armor as he fought to withstand the spell.
Meanwhile May preformed her own trembling. She tucked her feet under her and rested her urethra against the heels of her feet to ease the pressure of her full bladder. She wished Normie would hurry up and defeat the witch.
The witch resorted to fleeing from the knight. The knight pursued her using his magical sword to deflect jets of energy from the witch’s wand. The witch leapt from the castles bridge to the ground below sending a ball of fire into the knight’s chest. The knight fell off on the opposite side giving the witch time to increase the gap between themselves.
The knight leaped to his feet, grasped his sword and raced after the witch. He caught up to her as she began to ascend a tower near May. The witch sent balls of fire to slow the knight down. Said knight crashed to his butt and instantly began to roll on the ground to extinguish the flames covering his body.
May harshly ushered a kid down the slide and returned to her own needs. She slipped her hands into the waist band of her skirt and held herself. She bobbed up and down tears beginning to form in her eyes. She bit her lip; the burning in her urethra was beginning to take precedence over the scene below.
Normie had finally defeated Felecity. She fell to the ground in an over the top death, grasping for life several times after “dying”. Finally, content with herself, Felecity remained dead. Normie raced to the tower at top speeds.
May quickly rose to her feet and began to dance from foot to foot. She contorted her body in several complex patterns to keep herself from peeing herself. When Normie drew close she tried to remain stoic dancing from foot to foot in “excitement”. The brave Knight rescued the beautiful princess and they took the slide down to freedom.
“OK, now let’s play hide and seek.” Felecity shouted as she caught up to the two kids.
(Perfect. Now I can sneak off into the bathroom.) May thought with a smile.
“Not it!” Felecity and Normie both shouted in unison.
May felt all her hope shatter as she was escorted over to a secluded place in the park and was told to sit down cross legged and cover her eyes. May hesitantly obliged and listened as her two friends fled from her.
May squirmed. “One, two, three… four.” May struggled to keep from peeing herself. “Five… Six… ah” May finally lost control. Hot pee began to gush from her urethra. Her panties began to contain most of the urine, keeping the hot wetness pressed against her groin.
Streams of urine began to cascaded down from her urethra collecting at her butt, soaking through her underwear and pantyhose. May sighed in relief as a pale yellow puddle began expand from beneath her. Thankfully her skirt was spread out around her and was out of the danger zone of her puddle of pee.
May felt her cheeks begin to grow red as she realized what was happening. She rose to her feet and droplets of water fell to the ground below her, yet she felt the pee continue to spread to her butt and only half of her thigh.
Regardless of physics weird change, she was glad to remember that Felecity and Normie wouldn’t notice her accident. Her mother would though, and May would spend another month in diapers unfortunately. May sighed as she felt pee continue to gush out of her as she reminisced her past.
May blinked as the sound of laughter woke her. She sat up and tried to figure out where she was. (Study hall.) She reminded herself. She blinked a few more times as she slowly grew aware of the sound of water splattering to the ground and an odd warmth on her seat.
May slowly drew her gaze to her seat to see urine spilling off the seat and a dark stain glisten on the inner thighs of her jeans and crotch. A puddle of urine spread across her seat and cascaded to the ground in several tiny waterfalls. May blushed, utterly mortified. Her peers snickered as she rushed from the room. Rivulets of urine began to roll down her legs, darkening the fabric of her jeans as she fled to the nurse’s office.
A while later May found herself in the nurse’s office. Her pants and underwear were missing, replaced by a princess pull-up. She was glad it wasn’t a bulky diaper, but it would have been preferable to wear pants.
May tugged at the hem of her shirt to pull it past her crotch. She blushed as she waited for her mom to pick her up. Of course the nurse’s office kept pull-ups around, by a change of pants was totally out of the question. She rolled her eyes as the nurse confirmed that her mom was here. May blushed and fled the office and raced down the hall before anyone could see her.
May raced into the car and sat in the passenger. Mary Jane sighed and began to drive away from the school.
“May… what’s happening with you?”
May blushed deeply. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve had quite a few accidents lately.” Mary Jane replied, blushing herself.
“Nothing…” May mumbled, her ears beginning to burn. She looked away and Mary Jane left her alone. May began to drift off several times on the car ride home, managing to catch herself before she gave in to sleep.
Once home May rushed to her bathroom, quickly discarded the pull-up and the rest of her attire before she ran a shower. The hot water felt her with disgust as she recounted her earlier wetting. She switched it to cold and found herself drifting off again.
Dark, thin tendrils began to ooze from the shower head. The strange liquid began to wrap itself around May, covering her legs and feet first as it made its way up. Her entire body was covered in a dark coating of the tar like substance. The strange substance coated the back of her head and top of her head before reaching to cover her face.
May was granted a moment of vigilance and attempted to release a scream of terror before her mouth was muffled by the substance. May could only stare, wide eyed, as the substance covered her face and she succumbed to utter darkness.
May opened her eyes to find herself dangling from a crane at some warehouse. She leaped to the ground and noticed a two way mirror in place of a window. She gazed at her reflection. Instead of her spider costume she found herself in a similar black suit. The fabric was different… it reminded May of the bodysuits worn in sci-fi movies. The skintight suit seemed to increase the size of her breasts and was devoid of the webbing pattern. A white spider symbol resided on her chest.
May felt a strong tingle at the front of her skull. Before she could move a tendril admitted from her side and pulled her away as the window shattered from the concussive force of Shocker’s blast. May web-zipped through the window into the building.
It took May a moment to realize she wasn’t wearing her web-shooters. May gazed at the wrists amazed at the new suit. She wasn’t given much time to admire the new suit before her spider senses went off again. Her suit released another tendril, saving her from another blast. May found herself in the middle of an empty warehouse facing off against Shocker.
“Fancy meeting you here.” May quipped.
The Shocker replied with two blasts from his gauntlets. May easily dodged the two strikes.
“You are really starting to get annoying with those things.” May snarled. She fired to webbing shots at his gauntlets. The black webbing held up against further blasts.
“I think I look good in black.” May muttered, admiring the suit.
Shocker charged the spidergirl swinging his fists, May ducked, webbing his gloves again and throwing him over her. May pulled the webbing from the gauntlets and fired a stinger at his side, slicing the suit open. May felt her senses tingle and she webbed the suit pulling the tear open as he launched a blast at her.
A tendril pulled May out of the path of the destruction, meanwhile Shocker kneeled over in agony. He began to fall over but May intercepted his face with her foot. Shocker lurched across the warehouse floor, unconscious.
A little while later May had the villain dangling from the ceiling, bound heavily by her webbing.
“I hate to leave you hanging, Shocker, but I see you’re a little tied up at the moment.” |
**If you're just joining in on the story, but do not want to cycle through the pages, there is now a condensed version of the story in the fiction section here: The Wild Tempest
Welcome to the Wild Tempest! My second interactive story. In here, you will be taking on the role of Captain Isabel Lester, in a sci-fi adventure, investigating an allied ship that has mysteriously reappeared after going missing many months ago.Unlike Nikki's story, going through here will be far more complex and tricky. You will have a mystery on your hands. But effective use of your skills, your tools, your weapons, and most importantly your squad, will lead you to a successfully completed mission.And of course, being on omorashi.org, there will eventually be a pleasant desperation (and possibly wetting) twist. There may even be more than one considering it's a whole squad we're dealing with. Here's the rules and basics: (spoilered for neatness)
And with that, let's get started.==============================================Space. That’s truly all it was. Space. Something that’s a whole lot of nothing. Sure you could see all of the stars and everything, but they were who-knows-how-far away. Space travel could get real old real fast. When your going from one star system to another, one sector to another- hell, one SOCIETAL REGION to another, things would just become so mainstream. You heave a deep sigh, and continue just staring out at the bright streaks whizzing by at light speed.You are Captain Isabel Lester, service number 23499-00844-32, 10 years in the Republic Marine Corps, now leading the special operations team known as "Blue Team".Your Personal Communication Device begins to beep. You pull it out of your belt and flip the switch.“Captain Lester.”It’s Colonel Andersen, your old CO.“Yes, colonel?” You reply.“I have a new mission for you, Isabel. Remember this ship?”On the screen of your PCD, the image of a Republic Cruiser appears next to Andersen’s broadcast. It’s looked like an older class of cruiser, possibly and “Adamant” or even a “Falchion” class, but its irregular silhouette seemed familiar nonetheless. The large cannons on the sides, the awkwardly bulky fighter bays...“The Wild Tempest.”“That’s correct, Captain. The Tempest has suddenly returned to known space, close to the Wild Fringe.”“Any contact from the crew?”“None. The ship won’t answer any hails or communications. Since your team’s closest, we’re sending you to investigate the ship.”Seemed strange. This ship went missing almost nine months ago. For it to suddenly return with no word from the crew... could be looking at trap.“Sir, you said ‘The Wild Fringe?’ What about the Kauranian Empire?”“The ship’s still on our side of the neutral zone, so there shouldn’t be anything they can do about it. Still, under no circumstances are you to provoke an engagement with the Empire.”“Understood sir,” you say, “We’ll head there at once.”Mission time. Whop-dee-do. Well, time to rally the team._________You arrive in the armory, where your team awaits you. Michelle, Jenni, and Carly. Blue team was the only all-female spec ops team in the Republic Marines, but at the same time, you also had a reputation for being the most ruthlessly efficient. Nothing got in your way, and you always accomplished your objective. Of course, not only are you a most effective soldier, but you have an incredible team.(from left to right)Michelle Smith, First Lieutenant. Your Executive officer and best friend from the officers training course. A dependable person, albeit a little unstable. She was the unit’s best sniper and scout, loving ambush tactics. Her thirst for danger, her relationship with adversity, it was no wonder the others took to calling her “little miss death wish.”Jennifer Freeman, Second Lieutenant. Preferring “Jenni” with an “I” over anything else, she was a duty and honor bound marine to the core. Followed orders without question and executed them with precision. A bit lacking in the humor department however. On top of these qualities, she was the team’s engineer and technician, knowing her way around any machine or computer system. Jenni was the only member of your team to carry one of those newly issued freeze guns as well.Lastly, Carly Montgomery, also second lieutenant. Charming, talkative, and a knack for blowing stuff up. She could easily be described as the “heart and soul” of the team, and the relationship she has with Michelle is more than amusing. Carly is the team demolitions expert, great at arming and disarming any explosive. She also has a special anti-armor grenade launcher.Each soldier was an incredible asset, and losing just one of them would be a heavy blow to the effectiveness of the team. You quickly passed the mission to them and what would go down.“We’ll board via shuttle, and then try and make our way to the bridge. Any questions?”Jenni piped up. “Do we know how and when the ship came back?”“We know nothing.” You reply. “This whole mission is a big unknown, and that’s why they’re sending us rather than a simple investigation team.”Your team nods in compliance. Now it’s time to suit up.Choose your primary weapon:>GN-535 Submachine gun - Standard issue machine pistol for all republic marines, short range, low power and force, but easy to carry and high ammo capacity.>AR6L Assault Rifle - The primary rifle for all marines, carrying a 40-shot energy cell, and having both auto and semi-auto firing modes make it an excellent field weapon.>M-15 Burst Rifle - Hi powered, three-shot burst firing mode, makes it the marksman’s best weapon for tight quarters.>SG7 Wave gun - Firing bursts of energy wrapped in an EM “wave”, the SG7 operates very much like a 21st century shotgun, but without needing to load individual shells. A close-quarters must-have weapon.Choose your sidearm:>S4L Pistol - Compact and energy efficient, this pistol allows for many shots but doesn’t pack much of a punch.>GN-P30 - a much stronger sidearm available for combat personnel, trading ammo capacity and stability for firepower.>Winston and Thompson M25 Magnum - A pistol that uses individual energy cartridges rather than a magazine, much like old-style revolvers. Low ammo capacity, poor accuracy, and harsh recoil, all of which are offset by this gun’s tremendous firepower.Select Ordinance:>Frag grenade: Typical fragmentation hand grenade, with three second fuse after solid contact with an object, sprays fire and shrapnel across an area of 15 meters.>EC grenade: Electric current grenade that does little damage to organics but devastates machinery, including weapons and helmet optics.>Flash-bang Grenade: Grenade that releases a massive burst of photon energy, briefly disorientating targets by creating a blinding flash and a deafening bang. (hence the name)>Plasma Grenade: Highly deadly grenade that causes mass, unstoppable devastation across a 10 meter area. Misuse of this unstable explosive can easily kill the thrower or nearby allies instantly.Choose your utility:>Bio-regen gel dispenser: Medical utility that administers a tissue-regenerating gel into the blood stream to quickly heal wounds. Your wounds will slowly heal over time.>Adrenaline amplifier: Pumps additional adrenaline into your bloodstream during times of duress, increasing response times and giving you a constant edge in combat against adversaries.>Off-hand ammo pack: Small utility for carrying a few extra energy cells for your weapon or an extra grenade.>Flamethrower: A simple concealable flame projector. Maximum distance of 10 meters, good for approximately a maximum 5 minutes of constant use. |
Squad Status:Isabel (you): FineMichelle: FineJenni: FineCarly: Wounded Equipped Weapon: AR6L (39/40 shots)___________ You give the most annoyed look at your squad mates. You take a deep breath and...“What the hell, Blue team? You’re putting your bladders on priority over the mission!? We haven’t even secured this floor, let alone the whole ship! Quite frankly, someone could pop you right in the head just as you’re peeing!” Michelle, Jenni, and Carly softly sink in place during your quiet rant. “If the lot of you forgot to go before we started this mission, too bad! Your comfort and dignity do not take priority here!” You look each of them sternly in the eye. “Is that clear?”Each woman stands to attention. “Yes ma’am!”“Now move forward! Keep watch for hostiles. Jenni, you take point.”You and your team move along the darkened hallways until you reach deck life support.“How’re you holding up, Carly?” You ask.“Don’t worry about me, captain. I’m built like a tank.”You nod in response, but Carly has been known to put on the tough routine before. The extent of her injuries were difficult to determine, but frankly, only she could be the judge of that. Rather than quarrel with the lieutenant, you decide to press on. Reaching deck 1 could be done through either the port or starboard access ways. Which one... screw it. Left. You always picked left, just because you’re right-handed. It shouldn’t make sense, but it does.The access way was closed off by a small hatch. “All right, Jenni. Pop the hatch.” Jenni shakes her head. “No good, captain. Sealed like every other door on this deck.” You sigh grumpily. “Fine. Carly, slap a charge on there. Blow it off.” “Breaching hatch, captain.” Carly removes a small circular device from her belt and sticks it on the hatch lock. “Setting for concentrated, low-power blast... and set. Clear!”Everyone takes cover around the corner, a few beeps sound followed by a quick, soft explosion. You look around the corner, and the lock is gone. You pull the hatch open easily. “All right, everyone head through and up the ladder.” Jenni heads in first, and you follow closely behind her.“If I remember the layout of this class of ship, captain.” Jenni says. “This ladder is going to stop around deck 7. Then we’ll have to find a new way.” “Understood.” You reply. “What’s on deck 7, Jenni?” Carly asks. “Science labs, I believe.” “Science labs?” Michelle scoffs, “On a warship?” “Tempest isn’t a warship. It’s a deep space research vessel, carrying a lot of classified data. If the rebels or the Empire got their hands on it, the Republic’s security could be severely compromised.” You explain. It was true. The secrets carried on this ship were of great importance to the government and could mean disaster in the hands of enemies. This ship would have to be destroyed if it could not be recovered.“Do the labs have bathrooms?” Carly giggles. “Stow it, Montgomery.”You finally reach the top of the ladder and get dumped off at deck 7. The hatch out of the passages is already open.“Jenni, do you see anything?”Jenni takes a quick look around. “Thermal’s clean, ma’am. No contacts in the immediate vicinity.” Jenni taps her helmet a few times. “However... I’m getting a lot of strange readings from the deck itself. Mostly from the labs.”“What the hell were they doing here?” Michelle asks.Indeed, it would seem another mystery is beginning to form. Despite the mission, you couldn’t help but have the need to satisfy your curiosity.“All right, team. Head for the first lab and secure it.” You head over to the nearest science lab,” exobiology: lab 1”. “Let’s see what creatures theTempest has picked up off of other planets.” Jenni heads over to the door control panel, presses a few keys, and the door slides open. “Michelle, cover me.”“Got it.” She readies and charges her pistol. You head in, rifle at the ready.You see a multitude of transparent containers with various plants and insects inside of them. Strange machinery lined the walls. In the back wall, however, were very large armored containers; one of which appeared to have someone or something trying to break out. The door was weakening and you could hear a terrible roaring sound. “Michelle, watch that thing, will you?” you order. You find a gold-lined datapad lying on the table, which usually meant primary or most important notes. You quickly scan the pad and the contents are uploaded to your HUD.-May 8th: We’ve finished our survey of planet Gamma-Phi 011. Despite the impact of the asteroid, a few plant and animal life forms seem to have survived. Most notably, we’ve picked up a large, silky cocoon. We’re curious what animal this will evolve into and have placed it in one of armored stasis chambers until we can transport it to better equipped facilities. -May 23rd: Our study of Gamma-Phi 011’s insects is complete. They are a deadly predator with a highly poisonous bite with fangs that can pierce a standard body suit. The poison will become fatal quickly, depending on the current health of the infected person. The occupant of the cocoon seems to be the same creature, only about thirty times larger. As a precaution, we’ve had the medical staff prepare an antidote should someone become bitten by the insects. Log entries in between were all scientific gibberish, unimportant to the mission.-August 13th: Something’s wrong. Power to the stasis chamber has failed and whatever creature was in that cocoon we picked up a few months ago has hatched. It now rages against the chamber tirelessly. Security chief has already warned me “If that thing escapes, I’m shooting you first!” I believe her too. -August 17th: The ship has been boarded by unknown enemies! They seem to have this attack planned out well, as they have released specimens from the other labs to attack the guards. Whoever finds these notes, take care not to let the cocoon creature out! It’s venom- (record ends with sounds of gunfire) You look over at the chamber. The force inside continued to rage against its prison. You could see the magnetic seals weakening with each hit. “What is it, captain? What was in that log?” Carly asks. “Bad news.” you respond. “It looks like the creature in there is some highly dangerous beast.” The armored door to the chamber then bursts off as the creature makes one last charge. A large, hideous insectoid comes out, it’s fangs dripping with a nasty venom.>Engage! Open fire!>Engage! Get a grenade on that thing! (specify squad member and grenade type)>Michelle, snipe that thing in the _____!>Jenni, freeze gun!>Carly, anti-armor launcher!>Fall back! Seal the lab!>Other |
Squad Status:Isabel (you): FineMichelle: FineJenni: WoundedCarly: Wounded Equipped Weapon: AR6L (22/40 shots)___________“Now, Michelle! Blast that thing straight to hell!”As the head shatters into millions of ice shards, the body falls to the ground in a crumpled heap. It gives only about three twitches until it stops moving completely. You sigh in relief, that was a close battle. It could have gone a lot worse, but your expert judgement and tactical prowess overcame all odds. But... wait. You were forgetting something. Jenni!“Jenni! You all right?” You run over to your fallen teammate’s side.Jenni coughs and holds her side. “I’m okay, captain. Nothing broken. A rib, at most.”You worry about her. She’s clearly not standing straight, but she otherwise appears healthy enough.“All right everyone, let’s get out of here. We need to-” A metal object hits the floor next to you. You take a quick look and immediately recognize the cylindrical shape. “Gas grenade! Get down!”You and the rest of the team try to move, but you soon find yourselves completely engulfed by a red gas. You begin to cough, your head feels so dizzy and light. You try and reach for your breathing attachment, but your hand cannot find its way to your belt. Your vision blurs heavily, and the next thing you know, you’re kissing the floor. _________ “Ungh....” Breath begins to return to you. You open your eyes, and find yourself in a holding cell. “What happened?” “You are my test experiment!” A voice cackles from somewhere outside of you cell. You look through the force field that seals you in to see a very odd man standing outside over a table of many test tubes and chemicals. “I’m your what?” You ask sternly.“Don’t you see?” He says in a sly, confident voice. “Your Republic has done a great many experiments to ensure their place in the galaxy. I, Professor Raimus, shall take over what the good navy scientist were doing, in order to further humanity’s advances in the sciences.” “I’m guessing the fact that experimentation on sapient beings is illegal means nothing to you?” You say. “Since when is the advancement of humanity a crime?” He says in an almost insane way. “I have worked tirelessly to improve medicines, fight disease, and rid our species of any and all scourges that hinder our survival!” He looks over at you and smiles evilly. “So you and the rest of your team have become test subjects for my first vaccination.”He holds up a vial of yellow fluid comparable to urine. “It is a special serum, that runs through the blood stream of the human body, and cleanses it of foreign substances. All toxins in your blood will be purged and sent straight to your kidneys!” “...What?” Your eyes widen. “Fool woman.” He holds the vial to your face. “This will get rid of all diseases and dangerous bacteria from your body and forward it to your bladder, where you shall then urinate and pass all substances!” You hand goes straight for your crotch. That yellow stuff makes you pee! “A-and you’re going to try it on me?” You ask hesitantly. “I already have.” Now you feel it. A growing pressure in your bladder. You’re not sure how long you have. “It’s supposed to make you urinate every 6 hours. I boosted it with the venom from that bug you fought. Well... it’s smaller cousins, at least. Though previous tests indicated that if you are hurt or poisoned, the process speeds up. If you’re dying... well then.”Wait! That means the antidote that Tempest medical team developed might rid you of this! If you did not cure it, however, you’d be doomed to pee every six hours for the rest of your life possibly! First things first, though. You had to get the rest of your team out. “Look, mr. Raimus.” “PROFESSOR RAIMUS, YOU CHARLATAN!” “Whatever. I’m sure you think you’re clever, but you obviously have no idea what a commando is capable of.”You place your gauntlet right next to the force field door of your cell. You press a small button on your wrist, and an electrical charge emits from it. Your secret device for escaping captivity.“What!?” The mad scientist cries out.The force field vanishes, and you step out after the man. “C’mere you... “You’ll never take me! Ah ha ha ha ha ha!” He runs out the door. You pursue, but he is already gone. “Damn...” “Out already, Captain?” You turn around. Your skilled squad are all standing behind you, having already escaped their prisons. “Excellent job, ladies.” “What’s our next move, ma’am?” Jenni asks. “Well... let me first bring you up to speed on what that guy did to us.” ________ You conclude explaining, and shocked looks cover your team’s faces. “So we’re basically doomed to pee!?” Carly shouts. “Yes. About every six hours, we will be forced to pee.” You respond. “There will be a percentage marker on your visor that shows how full your bladder is. We’ll... try to find a bathroom before things get that far.”Squad Bladders:Isabel (you): 20%Michelle: 20%Jenni: 24%Carly: 27% Michelle sighs loudly. “This is stupid.” “What do we do now, boss?” Jenni asks. >Locate the ship’s medical bay, assemble the antidote.>Continue with the objective.>Track down that scientist.>Other |
Squad Status:Isabel (you): FineMichelle: FineJenni: WoundedCarly: Wounded Equipped Weapon: AR6L Assault Rifle (40/40 shots) _______ You pull out one of your medical kits, you find and patch the woman up with some bio-regenerative gel for the wounds, and give her an anti-infection agent to try and remove anything Raimus might have put in her. With that, you finish your patch-up job with a small energy booster shot to her heart, and the private’s head clears up. After a few seconds, she shakes her head, and stands up energetically.[-1 medical kit (field)] “Thank you, captain... I feel much better now.” She says gratefully. “I’m guessing that scientist messed around with you too?” Carly asks. “Yes ma’am.” Lewis looks over at the wound on her arm. “I was shot while trying to fight back.” “Private,” you begin, “I need to know what’s been going on. Who’s invaded the ship? How long have they been on?” “I-I still don’t know much, ma’am...” Lewis says apprehensively. “When the intruder alert was sounded, I grabbed a gun and reported to my station, but they were all over us.” “When did they board?” “I don’t know... a month ago? I’m not sure how long I was even in that cell.” “This ship dropped off the grid nine months ago, private. That’s a lot of time to cover.” The private paused, her face tense with anxiety. “I... I think we entered some kind of nebula or something...” She looks up at you apologetically. “I’m sorry, captain, but I’m only a soldier! I don’t know much of what was going on!” “Tell me what you do know.” You say calmly. “All right.” Lewis takes a deep breath. “My station was overrun quickly. Our sergeant... ordered us to fall back to the security office. That was our base of operations for a while. We tried to mount a resistance... but there were so many... I don’t even know if anyone’s still alive.” Michelle taps you on the shoulder. “Captain, we’ve swept the area. There’s a few dead marines and navy crewmen but that’s it. No other survivors, no salvageable helmet logs from the troops.” “Understood.” You reply. It was good you found at least one survivor, even she didn’t remember much. “We’re trying to get to the bridge. Can you fight?” Lewis shakes her head. “I-I don’t think so, ma’am. I’ve been off my feet for God-knows-how-long, just vegetating. If you think you need me I’ll go, but I don’t think I’ll be much help.” “It’s fine, private. But you can’t stay here. Raimus will probably be back and I’d guess with guards.” “In that case, you should come with me, ma’am.”Your eyebrows perk up. “Oh? Why?” “A fall-back resistance location. Two decks above us.” You decide that this is as good a lead as any. Maybe someone would be there that knew what was going on. “All right, private. Lead on.” “We should go through the maintenance access, captain.” Lewis advises. “They’ve got all the lifts watched and could drop us at any time.” “Yeah. We found that out.” you muse. ________ (approximately 1 hour passes before you reach the intended destination) Squad Bladder Status:Isabel (you): 43%Michelle: 43%Jenni: 56%Carly: 58%________ “Through here, ma’am.” Private Lewis leads you to a small cargo bay. During the ascent, and the long walk through deck 15, you felt pressure grow more rapidly upon your bladder. It would seem Raimus’ serum is at least doing half of its intended job. You and your team come upon a large metal crate with an electronic door on it. Lewis plays with the controls for a bit, until she finally unlocks the door. It slides open, revealing...A few roll-out beds, a small stockpile of food and water, and some monitoring equipment. Jenni takes a quick look at the equipment. “Deliberately and thoroughly sabotaged, captain.” She reports. “Looks like whoever was using this place moved on.”“Can you tell how recently?” You ask. “Weeks, maybe a month. A lot of dust built up in the heat intakes.” You sigh. “Well, I doubt the enemy will look here again, especially since they have us to deal with now.” You turn to private Lewis. “Rest up here, private. Stay tuned to our comm channel, just in case.” “Yes ma’am.” Lewis picks up a pistol. “I’ll help if or when I can.” The woman walks over to one of the beds and lays down. Naught more than five seconds after she rests her head, you can tell she’s already sleeping soundly; probably for the first time in weeks. You step outside of the cargo crate and close the door.“She can open it from the inside, right?” Carly asks.“It would be a real stupid base location to choose if they couldn’t.” Michelle comments.You take a quick look around, and you notice that Jenni’s missing. “Jenni! Where’d you go!?” You yell quietly to your helmet radio.“I’m at the door captain.” she answers. “Found another guide terminal. Pulled a map out for us.”You walk over to Jenni’s position, and sure enough she’s looking upon a ship-wide map.“Looks like there’s a way to cross from the aft section of the ship to the fore section from this deck. From there we can take the maintenance passages straight to deck 1.” “Then make our way to the bridge...” You murmur. “Exactly.” Jenni remarks. “It’s the most straightforward path I can give you that doesn’t involve lift usage.” “I’ll take it.” Finally things were coming together. You lead your team out of the cargo bay and down the hall. You move quickly, anxious to finally get some real answers to the situation.“Hold up, captain!” Michelle says. You hold a fist straight up, signaling all squad members to halt.“What is it?”Michelle looks ahead down the hall. She focuses the “eye” on her helmet. “Something’s there... moving.”“Thermal’s are clean, Michelle. I don’t see anything.” Jenni remarks.Michelle shakes her head. “Not organic. It’s...”“Intruders!” a mechanized voice says loudly. The rapid fire of an assault weapon begins to spray toward you.“Positions! Return fire!” You yell.Carly dives behind a pile of crates while you cover her, Michelle and Jenni take cover around the corner.“Security mechs?” Carly asks.A long red beam then cuts the air just centimeters above your head. “Negative,” you answer. “ Sentry drones.” You take a quick peek around the corner then retreat back. Sure enough, you saw the hovering tin cans that were Republic sentry drones. Doubtlessly repurposed by the Tempest’s new masters.You pop out of cover for a while an fire at the nearest drone. A small, blue bubble appears in front of it, stopping the shots before they reached the drone. “They have shields!?” Carly yells. How best to proceed? >Michelle, pick ‘em off!>Jenni, freeze ‘em!>Carly, give ‘em anti-armor!>Let’s get a grenade in there! (specify squad member and grenade type)>Continue firing!>Other A quick reminder grenade counts: |
This appears to be the preferred vote. While I'm sure it would have been a kick watching four female soldiers pee all over the floor, the squad would have not forgiven you for giving such an order. Anyway...
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Squad Status:
Isabel (you): Wounded
Michelle: Fine
Jenni: Critical
Carly: Wounded
Equipped Weapon: AR6L Assault Rifle (15/40 shots)
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“Jenni, before anything else, heal yourself. That’s an order.”
Jenni nods. She takes her medical kit and begins to administer the bio-regen gel to her wounds
[Jenni has returned to “Fine” status; Jenni’s bladder status reduced to 65%]
“Ooh yeah...” Jenni sighs as she injects the energy booster into her neck. “Hm, weird.” she says.
“What is it?” Carly asks.
“I don’t have to go quite as bad anymore.”
“The bio-regen gel coupled with the energy booster is probably strengthening all your lower body muscles for a bit, so it’s easier to hold it.” you hypothesize.
“What!?” Carly yells. “I want to do that!”
You glare at Carly. “You will do no such thing unless you are severely wounded.”
“But captain, I gotta pee!”
“And you’re not the only one! But it’s no excuse to go wasting medical resources, especially when we don’t have access to more!”
Carly sighs. “Captain Lester, let me point out-”
“Shut up, Carly!” you shout. Carly’s talkative mouth ceasing moving.
You feel your blood boiling. Frustration builds up inside you. You cannot believe the words about to come out of your mouth. “Squad... fan out and secure... a bathroom.” You nearly had an aneurism as you spat out that final word. You were prioritizing peeing over solving the mystery of the Wild Tempest. Still, you suppose, having to hold one’s pee, or even wetting oneself in the middle of a firefight was not the most effective way of fighting.
There were three ways. Left, right and straight. “Carly, head left. Michelle, head right. Jenni, with me. We’ll take the middle.
Heading down the hall, you look left and right, searching for a either just a small restroom, or an entire locker room. Anything would suffice. Although you would never admit it to your team, you were pretty desperate for a toilet as well. Hell, you might even take a bucket.
“Captain...” Jenni says softly.
“Yes, Jen?”
“I’m really sorry about this. You know I’d never question your orders but...”
“There’s... a different element in play here, Jenni.” you explain. “Raimus’ serum is constantly filtering our bodies and sending everything straight to the bladder. Even if we ate or drank nothing, we’d still be needing to pee at some point, I bet.”
“I just don’t want to seem like I’m overstepping your authority or anything.” She says.
You smile. Her sincerity is touching, to say the least. “You’ve been a good soldier and friend, Jenni. I’d never think so low of you.”
Jenni smiles bashfully. “Thanks, Isabel. Er... captain.”
[Relationship +1 with Jenni]
You hear a buzz from your helmet radio. “Captain, it’s Michelle. I found an small personal bathroom. Level 0 security lock. Want me to crack it?”
“Yes, Lieutenant. Don’t actually go until someone’s there to stand guard, understood?”
“Yes, ma’am. Michelle out.”
You look at Jenni and gesture back towards where you came from. As quickly as you can, you double back toward Michelle’s position.
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Squad bladder status:
Isabel (you): 71%
Michelle: 63%
Jenni: 68%
Carly: 85%
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You arrive and find Michelle standing in front of a small door. Carly follows up soon after.
“All set to go, ma’am.” Michelle says. “On your order.”
“All right then.” You figure she with the higher percentage should go first. “Carly, go ahead.”
“Thank you, captain!” Carly says with relief. She rushes into the tiny room and closes the door. From outside, you can hear the faint tinkle of fluids passing coming from within, which only served to increase your need. “Oooh... oh yeah! Sweet relief!”
[Carly has peed. Percentage reset to 0%]
Michelle slams on the door a few times with her fist. “Shut up and get out!”
The door opens and Carly steps out, a huge grin on her face. “Who’s next?” she asks.
“I’m going by the highest bladder status.” you say.
“So you’re up then, captain.”
You step into the room and close the door. The room really is small. No more than three squared meters probably. Ah well, a bathroom’s a bathroom. It had a toilet and a hand-washing unit. That was enough.
Going to the bathroom in this armor wasn’t easy, but the designers clearly gave the matter consideration. Through your helmet computer, you release the armor piece that covers your crotch and lower body. You then unseal your suit at the crotch. With all appropriate coverings removed you, at last, sit down upon the toilet and relax all lower body muscles. It isn’t long until you feel liquid passing out of your body, and hear it spilling into the bowl below. “Yes...” you moan in pleasure. “Ah... that feels good.”
[You have peed. Percentage reset to 0%]
With the contents of your bladder finally emptied, you deeply breathe in complete relaxation... until the next few hours pass. Regardless, you feel better now. You get up and reseal the crotch of your body suit. You reattach your armor piece, open the door and step out.
“Jenni, you’re up.”
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[Jenni and Michelle have peed. Percentages reset to 0%]
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“Well that takes care of that.” Michelle says as she steps out of the bathroom.
“Now that everyone has finally relieved themselves, can we please focus in the mission?” you ask.
It was time to head for the bridge.
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(about a half hour later)
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As you climb the ladder in the maintenance tunnels, you come to a halt. The ladder’s been cut just below deck 2.
“Seems someone is onto us.” Carly notes.
“We’ll get off here on deck 3. We should be able to to find another route from there.”
You step off the ladder into the deck 3 tunnels. You step out of the hatch, with Jenni exiting right behind you.
You hear a slight creaking metal noise above you, and look above to see the hatch seal quivering. “Whoa!” You shout as the hatch suddenly slams closed.
“What just happened!?” Carly yells over the radio.
“The hatch shut on its own!” Jenni answers. “Magnetic locks are in place, I can’t override from here!”
“It’s all right! Calm down team.” You say. “Michelle, Carly, double back to deck 4, try to find another route to the bridge.”
“Affirmative, captain.” Michelle answers.
You sigh. One trouble after another, and now Blue team was at half strength.
“Look on the bright side,” comments Jenni, “we get a nice chance to bond.” She nudges you with her elbow.
When you really thought about it, how much did you know about Jenni Freeman? You read her biography and her service record, of course, but you never actually asked her. This was a good opportunity to get to know her better.
What would be a good topic to discuss with Jenni?
>Where are you from?
>How/why did you join the marines?
>Any marriage plans? Family?
>How’d you get to be such a good technician?
>So... what’s up with the freeze gun?
>Are you attracted to me?
>Want to have sex with me?
>Forget it. No discussion.
>Other
As you may have noticed, this is a chance to initiate the yuri aspect of this story. Good choices of dialogue will improve your relationship with a squad member.
Here, Jenni is a duty-bound, morally driven individual. Initiate the conversation according to that, and your bond will improve. Poor choices of dialogue, such as going against a teammate’s nature, or betraying their trust in you as a leader will harm the bond. Judge whether a teammate is “interested” in you by how they react. After +5 relationship points, they become very open to you. At +10 points... things can get... passionate.
Build bonds with your squad members and they may, one day, be willing to have a relationship (or just sex) with you.
Current relationships scores:
Michelle: 1
Jenni: 2
Carly: 1 |
/Reinitializing link to squad... /Synchronizing health monitors... /Synchronizing bladder monitors... ................................ Done_ Squad Status:Isabel (you): CriticalMichelle: FineJenni: CriticalCarly: Wounded Squad bladder status:Isabel (you): 58%Michelle: 12%Jenni: 20%Carly: 17% Equipped Weapon: W&T M25 Magnum (5/6 shots)Alert! - Armor integrity compromised. Armor effectiveness reduced to 69%. Seek armor repair station ASAP. ______ “C’mon let’s fall back!” You say to everyone. “I don’t what that woman is, but I don’t think we stand a chance against her.” You all turn around to run, but you hear two loud energy discharges from behind you. A large red bolt passes by your head and explodes on the wall ahead of you, the other hits Carly in the back.[Carly has taken damage] You turn to see Natsumi holding a gun of some kind. “We can’t go anywhere captain!” Jenni says. “Without the lifts being operational, she’s just going to hunt us down!” Jenni has a point. With her apparent capabilities, Natsumi could hunt you down one by one. You had no choice. You had to fight, if only to slow Natsumi down. “Full auto, fire at will.”Carly and Jenni switch their weapons to full auto mode, while you and Michelle rely on your pistols. Each of you points your gun at the approaching samurai. You pull your trigger. You fire three shots. What shots Natsumi did not, or could not, deflect she merely avoided them completely. Her movements consisted of such grace and agility, it was inhuman. Like a beautiful dance of warfare. Before she got within striking distance, she pulled the gun again from her robe. You recognize the black shine of its casing, the red glow of the chamber. An M-2 Black Arrow pistol. One of the galaxies deadliest handguns. She fires another two shots, one at you and one at Michelle. Adrenaline surges through your body again, and you manage to duck under the shot. Michelle wasn’t so lucky, taking the bolt to the right breast. [Michelle has taken damage] “Surround her!” You order. Jenni and Carly take positions behind Natsumi, you and Michelle turn and aim. You fire your two remaining shots. Still Natsumi manages to avoid or deflect all incoming fire. She rushes toward you, her sword in hand, she raises her arms high, about to bring her sword upon you... Michelle gets a lucky shot in with her pistol. Natsumi is hit in the back of her calf, and she kneels to the ground, temporarily. She seems relatively unphased, as far as getting shot in the leg goes.“Now’s our chance, go!” you say. The four of you tuck tail and flee down the corridor. “This isn’t over, trooper!” Natsumi shouts. “I’ll see you again!” The four of you run down until you reach the lift again. “Go!” You leap into the lift, quickly followed by your squad mates. “Michelle, punch in a deck number.” “Um... all right.” Michelle hits two digits on the panel. “Deck... 11?” As Michelle presses the enter key, the lift descends to safety. ______ You step out of the lift as it halts at deck 11. You breathe heavily as you stagger off. You lost Natsumi for now, but you know she won’t let this go. If you don’t eventually go after her, she’ll go after you. Exhaustion, however, burdens you like a thousand iron weights. You had been fighting, running and/or hurting for hours, and it was taking its toll. And you likely weren’t the only one. The looks on your team’s faces were that of tire and fatigue. As you run down the corridor, you come across another cargo bay. You wonder if it would be a good place hole up and rest. “Come on, girls, in here.” It is slightly smaller than the one you left Private Lewis in. You wondered how she was doing, but at the risk of being tracked, it was best not to use your helmet radio unless absolutely necessary. As you suspected, the resistance left a small camp inside of a large cargo container. This container was left open, with all valuable equipment destroyed, save for some roll-out beds and a few packets of field rations. “All right team, take a few and breathe.” You say. No one complains. Each of the ladies sits on a bed and removes her helmet, heaving a huge sigh as they finally relax. You pick up four packets of the field rations and hand one to each person and yourself. You take a bite of the processed food. As always, it lacks the flavor or texture of regular food, but it suffices when one is hungry. You then wash it down with about 50 ml of water from your canteen. [250/400 ml remaining][bladder Status has gone from 58% to 63%] As the water hits your insides upon swallowing, your bladder pings you again. Now above the 60% mark, you were beginning to feel it. You take a quick check around for anything to use as a makeshift toilet, but nothing helpful can be found. You then look over at your team. They appear relieved to finally rest, but you can tell they’re each uneasy. Jenni continues clutching her side in pain, and you remember the hits you and her took back there. You were feeling okay since you were running on stims but the pain would catch up. This whole situation was more than anyone expected. This was a good chance to talk one-on-one with a team member, or perhaps it was best to address them all at once.>Talk with Michelle
“How are you doing, soldier?”
“Tell me about yourself, Michelle.”
“How did you get to be such an awesome marksman?”
“Did you know, you are the cutest thing ever?”
>Talk with Jenni
“That last fight was hairy. How’re you holding up?”
“So what made you want to be a Commando?”
“Have you ever had a special someone?”
“Has anyone told you how hot your ass is?”
>Talk with Carly
“So no trouble getting to us, was there?”
“So what’s your story, Carly?”
“I have to know where this taste for explosives came from!”
“Carly... that is a nice rack you have.”
>Give pretty speech to all
Something inspirational
Something aggressive
Something compassionate
Something comedic
>Take a nap>Other This is an interlude. At the end of the next segment, you may continue speaking to your team until you feel it is time to move on. |
Chapter 3: Seeking the Scientist
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Squad Status:
Isabel (you): Fine
Michelle: Fine
Jenni: Fine
Carly: Fine
Squad Bladder Status:
Isabel (you): 65%
Michelle: 20%
Jenni: 32%
Carly: 25%
Equipped Weapon: W&T M25 Magnum (6/6 shots)
Alert! - Armor integrity compromised. Armor effectiveness reduced to 69%. Seek armor repair station ASAP.
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“Hey, everyone...” you say as you your hand hovers over a personal area. “You all won’t be, like, completely offended if I just peed here on the floor, would you?”
The team looks at you with raised eye brows.
“Sorry, bad joke.” You smile playfully, though in truth you were quite serious. Better attend to the matter at hand anyway.
“Listen up, squad. I believe that Raimus character has a connection to all that has transpired. Our efforts should be focused on tracking him down and getting some answers.” You explain.
“Do you think he’s with the rebels?” Jenni asks.
“Unclear.” You answer. “But he has answers, and he knows about this serum he put in us.”
“Even if he is with rebels,” Michelle adds, “he might only be doing so because it currently suits his purpose.”
You turn to the sniper. “What are you saying, Michelle?”
“With a little persuasion, he might help us out.” she replies.
“But he’s insane!” Jenni protests.
“So am I, you don’t complain about me.” Michelle retorts.
“The corps. sanctioned your mental state. Raimus on the other hand...” you pause momentarily. “Michelle’s right. He might be more useful alive at the moment.”
“How do you propose we find him?” Carly asks.
You think again. It wouldn’t be easy to track this guy down. At least not if you stay together as a group. You don’t like it, but you don’t have a choice.
“We’re splitting up and going back to the aft section of the ship. Jenni, head for engineering. Carly, head for the computer core. Michelle, go for hangar deck control. I’ll go back to security and search around there.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The three respond.
“Check in at hourly intervals. Our health monitors won’t work when we’re long distances apart. If you don’t find anything at your objective, move on at your discretion.”
You all begin to move out. “One other thing, Blue team.” They all look in your direction. “If you run into Natsumi, do not engage! We couldn’t take her as a team, so none of us will be able to take her alone.” You look at the eyes of each of your squad members. “Come back alive, all right?”
Michelle nods, Jenni salutes, and Carly flashes a smile. They then head toward their objectives. That was it. The team had to operate individually now. Though commandos were most effective as a team, they were still very efficient when operating independently.
You move forward and step back onto the lift. You punch in deck 17 and feel the lift start to move downward. You look up at the lift monitor that tells you your current deck location. Deck 8, deck 9, 10, 11...
/connection lost with squad member “Michelle”
/connection lost with squad member “Jenni”
/connection lost with squad member “Carly”
You then hear Carly’s voice on your helmet radio. “Everyone okay? Just lost the signal.”
“Michelle here. I’m fine.”
“Jenni reporting. Status: normal.”
“Captain Lester here. All is well. Continue to your objective, blue team.”
With the connection now broken, you figure this is as good a time as any. You again pop off the hip section of your armor. You open up your body suit at the crotch, and you squat down low. You take your fingers, hold your “lips” open, and quickly relax your muscles. Relief washes over you as pee flows from your body. You look down, watching your yellow stream spray against the hard floor of the lift, and you cannot help but let a small sigh escape.
[You have peed. Bladder Status reset to 0]
You close up your suit and put your armor back on just as the lift comes to a halt. The enclosed space quickly begins to fill with the aroma of your freshly-made urine. You are unhesitant in stepping out once the doors slide open.
The first thing you decide to do is to search the room where you were initially taken captive. Apparently Raimus has been back a few times; there were a few racks of test tubes and flasks of various chemicals that were not there previously. One can only wonder what the madman was up to.
You also notice a new datapad. You activate it and see the title, “Raimus’ research log.”
Entry 1 (one month ago):
These self deluded fools believe themselves humanity’s saviors. Have they even come close to the medical breakthroughs that I have? I think not. Sure, you’ve worked tirelessly in your colonies and farms but it is I that have allowed modern medicine to progress. Regardless, it is because of them that I may operate with impunity. We’ll see now if I can actually get work done without having to devote myself to some mindless crusade.
Entry 2 (A few days ago):
They call me insane! Natsumi intends to hand the whole cruiser over to the Kauranian Empire! They’ll take this cruiser and then blast every last human to hell, even I can see that. I think my gift to Natsumi has caused the power to go to her head. It would behoove me to leave at the earliest convenience.
Entry 3 (a few hours ago):
New test subjects! Commandos even! There pristine physical condition should make them excellent test subjects for latest serum. With the... sacrifice... of the previous marines, I believe I have come to perfect the flaws of my creation. The only setback appears to be frequent urination. If a person were to eat or drink nothing, it would take about six hours for the his bladder to fill. Unknown what foods and drinks may expedite this process. Will test during “feeding time.”
Entry 4 (less than an hour ago):
The time is approaching. The Empire will arrive, take the cruiser and eliminate all Republic resistance. The commandos have escaped, and I believe them to be my best option to leave here alive. They are not likely to be kind upon seeing me again after what I did. I may need to simply cut my losses. I may not be a soldier but at least I have my weapon...
Your eyes widen. It is exactly as Michelle surmised. Raimus was here due to mutual advantage. If what Natsumi said was true, and the Empire was indeed coming to take possession of the ship, those advantages would end for him.
You are about to leave when the door opens. You look upon the psychotic face of professor Raimus. He immediately draws a pistol from his lab coat, dives behind cover and begins firing at you. His shooting is wild and panicky however. He’s not sure he can beat you.
“Stay back, Commando! You cannot hurt me, this I pr-r-r-r-r-romise you!” he shouts in his overly ecstatic voice.
You ready your magnum.
> [Attack him]
> [persuade] Raimus, I read the logs. Let’s discuss this.
> [intimidate] You’re not beating a Commando, egg head! Surrender and we’ll talk!
> Other:
Side note: Though you can't see it in these images, your armor is still wrecked. |
Squad Status:
Isabel (you): Wounded
Jenni: Wounded
Carly: Fine
Squad Bladder Status:
Isabel (you): 9%
Jenni: 48%
Carly: 37%
Equipped Weapon: AR5L Assault Rifle (0/32 shots)
_______
You ready an EC grenade.
“Carly, if you read me, ready your anti-armor launcher, because I got a super drone here.” You say. You get no response however; merely an earful of static. “Carly, do you copy?”
“The drone is likely disrupting short-range communications, Captain.” Raimus explains to you.
In that case, you could only hope and pray that Carly either got your order, or figures out the situation upon arrival.
You throw the grenade over your cover, then quickly switch to your magnum.
[-1 EC grenade. 1 remaining]
[W&T M25 Magnum equipped (6/6 shots)]
The drone shoots the grenade before it can land close enough for full effect, however. Electrical discharges fly everywhere, a few of them striking both you and Raimus.
[You have taken damage]
[Raimus has taken damage]
Your visor goes haywire, and you quickly retract it for visibility’s sake. Raimus lurches over from the electricity.
After you regain your bearings, you see that the drone’s shields are fluctuating rapidly. You aim your magnum and fire three massive energy bursts into the drone. The first shot disables the shields, the second and third heavily damage the exterior armor.
The drone quickly counterattacks with its machine guns, a single shot glances off your thigh. It appears the EC grenade disrupted the drone’s optics as well. Nevertheless, the drone was shooting frantically. You get back down into cover quickly, waiting for you break in the fire.
POW!!!
The sound of an anti-armor grenade detonating deafens you for a few seconds. You peek out of cover to see Carly on the other side, her signature weapon in hand.
“You okay, captain?” she asks.
“Never better, lieutenant. Good timing.”
With communications no longer disrupted, you quickly contact your other teammates. “Jenni? Michelle!? What happened? Report!”
Your second-in-command reports in. “This is First Lieutenant Smith, Captain. Lieutenant Freeman’s a bit beat up, but she’ll make it.”
You then hear Jenni’s soft voice. “I’m all right, Isabel. Michelle made it just in time. You were right not to pick me over the professor.”
You exhale in immense relief. You knew, professionally, you had made the right call. But if that decision had cost Jenni her life... well, it didn’t, and that was what mattered.
“We’ll be at your position a few minutes.”
“Negative, just head straight for deck 10. We’ll meet up there.”
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You, Carly, and Raimus arrive at the doors of the medical lab. The door is, of course, sealed.
“Carly, if you would be so kind.” you gesture towards the doors.
“I would be happy too, captain.” Carly responds. She pulls out one of her non-lethal charges, slaps it on the door, and triggers it. “Clear!”
The three of you duck down, pop! The charge makes its sharp and quick explosion, and the doors slide open.
“All right then,” Raimus starts to say, “I’m going to work on synthesizing a cure for the serum I put in you, and I’ll see if I can find a way to combat Natsumi’s abilities.”
“Work at your discretion, professor.” You tell him. “We’ll keep watch.”
Just as you finish, Michelle and Jenni walk in.
/connection reestablished with squad member “Michelle”
Status: Fine
Bladder Status: 32%
You walk up and open your arms wide to embrace Jenni. She smiles bashfully but holds her hands up to stop you. “Isabel... er, Captain... not here, okay?”
Of course, someone as professionally-minded as Jenni would probably be against such intimate displays in front of fellow soldiers.
“Right...” you say disappointedly. “Well, I’m glad you made it out in one piece, Jenni. Excellent work out there.” You turn to Michelle. “You as well, Lieutenant Smith. Thank you for being so fleet-footed.”
“My pleasure, captain.” Michelle grins and bows subtly.
With the small interlude in the action, you probably had time to talk for a while with one, maybe two of your team.
(you may select up to two conversation options with a single teammate)
> Talk one-on-one with Michelle
“How’d you rescue Jenni so skillfully?”
“Tell me about how you became such a fine sniper.”
“Michelle... you’re not mad at me, are you?”
“How would you feel about a relationship with a woman?”
> Talk one-on-one with Jenni
“I can’t tell you how relieved I am to see you safe.”
“Tell me about your history Jenni. Why join the military?
(Kiss her)
(Stroke her chest)
> Talk one-on-one with Carly
“I can’t tell you how impeccable your timing was, demo expert!”
“I’m just dying to know: Why explosives?”
“Carly... you know the ‘rack’ comment was a joke, right? I care about you.”
“You said you liked my boobs? How about my ass?”
> Talk one-on-one with Raimus
“Professor, have you come up with anything yet? Theories on how to defeat Natsumi?”
“So what’s you background, prof? What medical deeds have you accomplished?”
“If I haven’t said it already, I really appreciate all that you’re doing for us.”
“Have I mentioned just how sexy you are?”
> Skip conversation. Wait until Raimus is done.
> Other/Custom Question: |
Squad Bladder Status:
Isabel (you): 12%
Michelle: 32%
Jenni: 50%
Carly: 39%
______
You decide to first walk over and talk to Michelle, feeling things were left on a sour note in your last conversation.
“Michelle...”
She turns to you. “Yes, captain?”
“At ease, Lieutenant. I’m not here as your CO.”
Michelle leans back against the wall with her arms folded over chest. “All right, Lester. What is it?”
“I felt like we left things in a bad place in our last conversation. Are we... okay?”
Michelle gives you a rather disgusted look. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You seemed sort of upset when we-”
“All right, all right, all right!” Michelle interrupts. “First off, I’m here as your expert marksman, and as team executive officer. I don’t do this mushy ‘let’s be friends forever’ bullshit, and I don’t like being psychoanalyzed. So with all due respect, Captain, shut up.”
[Relationship -1 with Michelle]
Your heart sinks. You hadn’t intended this. You just wanted to make things better with Michelle, but she simply isn’t of the mentality for intimate conversation. Now that you think about it, she’s been like that since training.
“Well...”
“Conversation’s over, Captain. I’ll keep watch outside.” Michelle takes her sniper rifle and leaves the room.
You throw your arms in the air and let them fall down. Things simply weren’t going well with her. You instead decide to talk with people who weren’t afflicted with partial mental aberration. And so you head over to where Jenni was tending to her wounds. The upper half of her armor had been removed, giving a pleasant reminder that there was a woman under there.
“Jen... how are you doing?” you ask.
“I took a few hits, but this armor’s tough.”
“I umm.... I can’t tell you how relieved I am to see you all right.”
Jenni smiles. “Thanks, Isabel. I’m glad to see you too.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, could you tell a little about why you decided to join the Republic Armed Forces? Why not join the Army and stay on Earth?”
Jenni makes a faint giggle. “Earth was never my home. I enjoy being in space, heading from one place to another.” She leans back with her arms behind her head. “I was never of a technical mentality, so I didn’t want Navy. Thought the multi-cultural community of the marines was the best choice.”
“And then commandos?”
Jenni nods. “Yup. During an attack by the Empire, my entire squad was dead or wounded, and I held off nearly ten enemy troops on my own, engaging the last three in close combat. I was honored for my heroism with the cobalt honorific, then asked to join the Commandos. Then after training, I was assigned to your team.”
“I’m glad you were.”
You begin to walk away, to go speak with Carly for a bit.
“Isabel?” Jenni calls your name.
You turn around. “Yes?”
“Promise you won’t ever throw the mission for my sake. Please.”
You hesitate. “...of course, Jenni. But you have to promise me you won’t go throwing your life away.”
“I promise.”
[Relationship +1 with Jenni]
You head over to Carly, and punch her in the arm. “Hey.”
Carly turns to you with her wry smile. “Hey there, captain! What’s up?”
“I wanted to thank you for the expedient rescue.”
“You know me, always saving the ladies.” Carly laughs. Then she looks at Raimus. “Oh, and that thing.”
“You don’t like the professor?”
“I don’t quite trust him.” Carly explains. “It’s circumstance that feeds our alliance and if the circumstance changes, he may betray us.”
You nod slowly. “I’ve considered that, believe me.” You then looks at Carly and get a mischievous grin on your face. “So... you thought my boobs were pretty hot?” You turn around, having your back end facing Carly. “So what do think of my ass?”
As she did last time, Carly burst out in laughter. Jenni and Raimus can’t help but look to see what all the commotion is. “Oh my God...” she laughs “Oh... I can’t believe what I’m hearing!”
“Seriously!” You say with a sarcastically stern voice. “Don’t you think I got a hot butt?” You place your hand on your hip and stick your hip out for emphasis.
Carly is practically in tears from laughter. She clears her throat. “Well, yes. Actually. That is one all-around attractive body you have there!” She then sticks out her own hips. “Almost as good as mine.”
You laugh as well. It felt good to have a team member you could just joke around with. But it was probably time to get an update from Raimus. So you begin to walk over when someone grabs your back end.
“You know,” Carly whispers. “I mean it. You are pretty hot, captain.”
You smile, blush, but say nothing.
[Relationship +1 with Carly]
You approach Raimus. “Professor, how’s it coming?”
“Still researching potential counteragents. I’ll let you know when I find something.”
“Professor, our agreement is for mutual benefit, but I wouldn’t mind if it were a little deeper than that. Could you tell me a little about yourself?”
Raimus nods. “I suppose I could. Your concern is understandable.” Raimus stands up straight and adjusts his lab coat. “I was a practiced and renowned biologist and physicist once in my career. But as I came to discover more breakthroughs in the field of medicine and human advancement, I also came to realize that our preset senses of morality inhibited us from reaching our apex.”
You swallow. “You... began to experiment on people?”
“It was purely voluntary; with the risks outline clearly. I would not perform experiments that would place the volunteers at risk or in an extreme state of pain.” Raimus’ face turned dark. “Still, the Republic did not approve of my methods. So here I am, at first helping rebels and now justifying myself to a mere soldier.”
You nod. “I won’t pretend to understand your frustration, but I’m sure you were greatly infuriated by the fact you were unable to achieve the progress you desired.”
“Hm... yes.”
“Any theories on how we might be able to fight Natsumi? I’m sure we’re going to face her again, and I’d rather she didn’t mow us down again.”
Raimus pauses for a minute. “I can’t counteract the serum she used without a full scan of her body to check for side effects. So unless you can convince her to come down here, strip naked, and allow a full body bioscan, there is nothing I can do.”
You shake your head. “I doubt she will agree to that.”
“There is one method perhaps.” Raimus suggests.
“What?”
“I can give one of you the same serum.”
Your eyes light up. “You have more?”
Raimus shakes his head. “No, but the materials to create another are on this ship.”
“What do you need?”
“A vial of grade C bio-regen fluid, which I have here. A sample of high potency insect venom, the needles of a brelnan luna thistle. Ground-up skalitan ruby quartz. And lastly, a urine sample from the one who will be using the serum.”
You wince at the sound of that word “urine.” You felt like you’ve seen enough of that for one mission.
“All of this,” Raimus continues, “can be found in the deck 7 science labs of the ship, or habitation deck right above it.”
That answered that. You now had your answer as to how to defeat Natsumi. You had another problem, however. The Empire was on its way to get this ship. If indeed there is a resistance left, you may need them to hold back the Empire. If the enemy arrives before you find the resistance, they would be crushed.
> Find Raimus the ingredients for the super serum
> Continue searching for the resistance/survivors.
> Other:
Relationship scores:
Michelle: -1
Jenni: 6
Carly: 3 |
Squad Status:
Isabel (you): Poison
Michelle: Fine
Jenni: Wounded
Carly: Fine
Squad Bladder Status:
Isabel (you): 43%
Michelle: 49%
Jenni: 79%
Carly: 55%
Equipped Weapon: W&T M25 Magnum (6/6 shots)
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“Everyone head for the medical lab! Double time!” You order.
“Wait! Captain!” Reynolds grabs your shoulder. “There’s a large number of us. No sense in heading down in a full group.”
“What are you saying?”
“Let’s split up. I can get my team to the medical bay more quickly. You head to the mineral lab and retrieve your quartz sample.”
You nod. That was a sensible plan. “All right, commander. Go ahead.”
The four new allies leave the room quickly, intent on rescuing that scientist. Now it was time to get that mineral lab. Luckily, it is merely a few meters away from the arboretum. So in that case...
“Jenni, I can see you have to pee pretty bad. Do you want to just go in the plants?”
Jenni’s face becomes rock solid. You can tell that she’s seriously considering it.
“Err... actually, Isabel, I can hold it a bit longer.”
“Come on, Jen!” Carly starts encouraging the younger girl. “Just go.”
Jenni’s face turns bright red. “I-I... I can’t!”
“Why?”
“I just don’t like peeing in front of other people!”
Carly raises an eyebrow. “Oh, come on! You don’t have anything we haven’t seen before! What’s the big deal?”
“We’re wasting time here!” Jenni yells.
You roll your eyes. “She’s right, come on!”
______
You run down the hall (the opposite direction of the bugs which are likely no longer stunned) and into the mineral lab. Much like the other labs, there was a large metal table in the center with many samples of various rock and crystal formations, with complicated testing equipment lining the walls.
You look at the various samples on the table. However, none of them appear to be the quartz that you need.
“Any ideas, anyone?”
“Is this it, Captain?” Jenni asks. She holds up a small vial filled with a red and shiny powder. You take a quick scan with your helmet computer.
Skalitan Ruby Quartz (ground form)
Composition:
Silicon Dioxide: 80%
Aluminum Oxide: 7%
Chromium: 7%
Skalitan Iron: 5%
Adamant Calcite: 0.6%
Element 363a: 0.4%
A mineral initially discovered within the depths of the bynzantite mines of the skalitan home world. The crystal’s strange composition actually allows it to refract certain energy types. More notably, the presence of element 363a, often used as a performance enhancing stimulant, can be extracted when the quartz is ground and liquified.
“Computer agrees, this is it.” You hold the vial high in triumph.
[obtained “Skalitan Ruby Quartz”]
“Captain Lester, this is Commander Reynolds. Do you copy?”
“Yes, Commander. Report.”
“We’ve reached the lab, Isabel...” The grim tone of Reynolds’ voice told you everything you needed to know. “Raimus is dead. Killed by a sword, it seems.”
“Damn it!” You curse aloud.
Michelle strikes the face of her helmet with her palm. “We should have radioed Private Lewis earlier and asked her guard him!”
“Or one of us should have been guarding him...” Jenni adds.
You nod grudgingly. It was a contingency worth considering at the time. How were you supposed to assemble your serum now?
You then feel Carly’s hand upon your upper arm. “Captain, I can see what your thinking. Don’t give up.” She nudges your chin upward until you’re looking straight at her. “It’s a bad leader quality.”
Michelle makes a single nod and a thumbs-up toward you, Jenni very subtly wraps an arm around your hip and gently hugs you.
You smile. God himself couldn’t have granted you a finer squad. “Let’s get down there with the others.”
______
You walk into the medical lab, and remove your helmet. However, no sooner than later do you begin to violently cough as before. It’s worse this time. Suddenly you lungs seize up. You try as hard as you can but no breath comes out. You get a sensation as if you’re drowning, and your vision becomes spotty. You have to hold onto Michelle before you completely lose your balance.
“Holy crap, Captain! What’s going on with you!?” the marksman shouts.
Finally air begins to move through you lungs, and you quickly expel the blood that had temporarily filled them. Your insides, you feel, are quickly crumbling to dust...
Commander Reynolds and her team show up to see what the commotion is about. “Are you all right, Captain?” the Commander asks.
“I... I-I’ll make it.” You rasp. “What’s your status?”
“We’re all fine here.” Reynolds reports. “How do you suggest we proceed?”
You weren’t entirely sure. Without Raimus, it seemed you had no way of getting your serum created.
“Captain... we might be able to make the serum ourselves.” Carly suggests.
“Yeah...” your experience in chemistry was limited, but the capability was within you. You might be able to assemble the serum. First, however, you still needed a urine sample.
> Assemble the super serum yourself.
-Use Michelle’s urine.
-Use Jenni’s urine.
-Use Carly’s urine.
-Use your own urine.
> Forget about the serum, track down Natsumi.
> Other: |
Chapter 5: The Empire
Squad Status:Isabel (you): CriticalJenni: Dying Squad Bladder Status:Isabel (you): 72%Jenni: 29% Equipped Weapon: W&T M25 Magnum (0/6 shots) _____ The first thing you do is bring one of your two med packs to Jenni. Jenni struggles to remain on both feet. “I have my own, Isabel... d-don’t worry...” “Shut up, Jenni.” You pull out the gel and give her energy booster. [Jenni’s health has returned to “Fine” status][Jenni’s bladder status reduced to 19%][-1 Medical kit (field) ] “Thank you... Isabel.” “Of course.” The two of you look at each other, and you feel your heart flutter again. Those beautiful eyes of hers... those red lips... she was the picture of beauty. You were alone now. None of the others were here so that you might ruin your image of professionalism. You had nothing to lose and everything to gain. You draw closer to Jenni, and this time, she doesn’t retreat from you. She seems to allow you near her. Before you know it, you can feel her breath upon your face. Your lips are barely a distance apart... “Captain!” Michelle shouts over the radio. You jump. “What!?” “What do you want us to do? Awaiting your orders still!” You grumble. “Head for the bridge! Let’s get this ship to safer space.” You look over at Jenni. “Come on. Let’s rejoin the others.” ______ [You spend about 8 minutes getting from your current location to the bridge] ______ You and Jenni arrive at the bridge, the doors open, and the rest of the team is there, with everyone at a station. /connection reestablished with squad members “Michelle” and “Carly” Squad Status:Isabel (you): CriticalMichelle: WoundedJenni: FineCarly: Critical Bladder Status:Isabel (you): 85%Michelle: 84%Jenni: 27%Carly: 87% You begin to head to the bathroom, your bladder reaching its absolute limit, when Reynolds immediately comes up to you. “Captain, under the circumstances I think it would be best if I took command of the mission.” “Commander,” Ensign Curtis says, “Long range sensors are showing an Imperial War Cruiser on intercept course! Position is... impossible to determine.” Michelle looks closely out the viewport. “Wait... I think I... Yeah, I see it! Imperial Cruiser on hot approach!” Carly gives Michelle a rather annoyed look. “Not even you can see objects moving at light speed, Smith...” “It’s on the edge of system, bitch. Look.” Michelle points just to the side of a planet in the distance. Your view is suddenly engulfed by a large, bronze-colored warship, armed to the teeth with various cannons and missile ports. “Oh.... crap.” Carly says in shock. You feel another spurt of warmth spill into your suit as you look at the massive armament. “Shields up, charge weapons!” Reynolds yells. The young ensign struggles to execute her orders, but she’s appearing frantic and panicked in addition to squeezing her legs rather tightly. You wonder if she has to pee too. “I-I can’t raise the shields OR charge the weapons, Commander!” the ensign cries. “There’s no computer control!” “Manual bypass!” “Disabled! The control conduit has been removed!” The commander grumbles something that you’re pretty sure was a profanity. “Then can you plot a course out of here?” “Engines don’t seem to be responding, Commander.” The young officer says as she inputs commands in her console. “The reactor’s cold!” “Damn it!” The Commander slams her fist onto the chair arm. She turns and looks at you. “Captain, we need those things back online!” “Commander!” Curtis yells. “Incoming boarding ships!” “How many ships?” “Twelve! All headed for the fighter bays. They should arrive in about ten, maybe fifteen minutes.” “Captain Lester, these things have to be taken care of if we’re to have any hope escape!” Reynolds explains. “Curtis and I can manage things on the bridge, but you can take Corporal Dean and Private Lewis with you if you think you’ll need them.” “Will you be safe here?” You ask. “Ensign Curtis reestablished control of the bridge auto-turrets,” Reynolds explains. “plus we can still seal the blast doors since you were kind enough not to blow them kingdom come.” Michelle runs up to you. “What’s the plan, Captain?” “We have quite a few things that need to be done. We have to reactivate the main computer, reactivate the main reactor, and seal off the hangar bays to prevent imperial soldiers from boarding.” “How do you want to accomplish this?” “Well... um....” You squirm while you try and think, but you have to go! You have to go so bad! You’re really not sure how much longer you can last. The pain is quite prominent, in fact. You look over at Michelle and Carly who are in an equal state of discomfort, but have apparently learned to stay quiet about, as per your orders. It is likely that they will not go without your permission. You’re pretty sure anyone who reaches 100% will forcibly wet themselves in mere moments. A bathroom was in order here. But you might not have time! You had fifteen minutes at most to repel those boarding ships, and it would take a significant amount of that time to reach the hangar bays. Satisfying your desire to use the bathroom could cost the mission... and your team knew that as well. Now, how to execute this next phase... [You have been temporarily joined by CPL O. Dean and PFC R. Lewis] > Head for the computer core> Head for the engine room> Head for the hangar bays> Split the team up (specify who goes where)> Other: ________ |
Squad Status:
Isabel (you): Critical
Michelle: Wounded
Jenni: Fine
Carly: Critical
Lewis: Wounded
Dean: Wounded
Squad Bladder Status:
Isabel (you): 86%
Michelle: 85%
Jenni: 28%
Carly: 88%
Lewis: 59%
Dean: 51%
Current Weapon: W&T M25 Magnum (0/6 shots)
*** automatic weapon switch due to ammo depletion ***
Current Weapon: AR5L Assault Rifle (0/32 shots)
_________
You straighten yourself out and cease your pee dance. Can’t look like a complete maniac in the face of the troops. It was time to execute a plan.
“Here’s how we’re going to do this,” you start. “Michelle and I will be leading separate teams to handle the objectives.” You turn to Michelle. “Lieutenant, I’m going to have you lead Corporal Dean and Private Lewis to try and lock down the hangar bays.”
In your heart of hearts though, you really wanted something else.
“How do we do that if we couldn’t do it from the bridge?” Lewis asks.
“Each hangar has a control bay on the second floor.” you explain. “If you can get into the computer, you should be able to seal the blast doors.”
Michelle winces. “My computer hacking skills are mediocre at best but I’ll try.” She pauses for a second. “Captain, what if Natsumi’s there?”
“Same as before. Avoid engaging her until the rest of us can join you.”
“That may not be an option, ma’am.” Michelle says. “But we’ll do the best we can.”
You turn to Jenni and Carly. “The rest of us will head for the main reactor. Restoring complete power to the ship is priority because the computer won’t boot without it.”
“Isabel...” Jenni sighs. “The reactor works specifically for the propulsion systems. There’s nothing wrong with the fusion generators so power’s not the problem.”
“Oh...” you say. “Well, the objective stands. Each needs to be online anyway.”
You then address everyone. “Once your objective is complete, head for the computer core. We’ll regroup there. Go!”
_______
With the lifts no longer under rebel control, you, Jenni and Carly take the main lift over to the aft section of the ship. With every passing second, though, you can feel your strength lessening. The constant feeling of something heavy pressing down upon your bladder, you were in bad shape.
Carly was no better off. Already she can’t resist the urge to hold her crotch, although with how you know Carly, she probably just doesn’t care.
“Captain...” She says to you. “I don’t know about you but I’m dying here!”
“Use a med pack, Carly.” You say. “That’ll reduce it a little in addition to healing you. I’m going to as well.”
[You have returned to “Fine” status]
[Your bladder status has been reduced to 80%]
[Carly has returned to “Fine” status]
[Carly’s bladder status has been reduced to 80%]
[-1 medical kit (field)]
[Carly: -1 medical kit (field)]
[Medical kits remaining: 0]
“Ahh...” Carly sighs, “That’s a bit better.”
“Yeah... don’t have to pee quite so bad-”
“Oh no! Oh no! Noooooooo!” Michelle yells over the radio.
“Michelle!?” You yell. “Are you all right!? What’s going on!?”
“No, no, no, no, no, no!” she keeps screaming. “Awwwwwww.... damn it...”
Her tone almost sounds more like whining now. “Lieutenant Smith, report! Give me a sitrep!” You hear no words, but you can hear rather heavy breathing in addition to the faint sound of... what is that? Water dripping? You then look at your bladder monitor and notice Michelle’s status.
Squad Bladder Status:
Michelle: 0%
You’re pretty sure you know what just happened, though you had no idea what to say. As the image forms in your head though, your own bladder status began to feel close to 99% instead of 80%.
Carly winces. “Did... she...?”
“I don’t want to know. I don’t want to know. I don’t want to know.” You whisper to yourself. You try your hardest not to think about what you believe happened to Michelle. The mere suggestion of it was setting your nerves ablaze. You deeply consider, letting it go here in the lift. All your troubles could be washed away here, every fluid ounce of agony, discarded while you go about unburdened. All you had to do was open up the suit and let your problem drain away...
But you can’t! You look over at Jenni and Carly and you fret with worry. You can’t simply toss aside your image as a leader just for the sake of release. You might be desperate but you were a soldier, for crying out loud! Gotta maintain some professionalism, even if it would be easier to just let it all go...
Finally, the lift comes to a halt on deck 17. You step off and start running toward the engine room. Maybe the sooner you got the job done, the sooner you could find a damn bathroom.
“How far is it?” you ask.
“Main engineering should be on the far end of that deck.” Commander Reynolds says. “We’re having trouble with internal sensors so I can’t tell you if there’s resistance or not.”
“Understood.”
Pushing through the horrible pain and agony that antagonized your innards, you run down the hall knowing speed is of the utmost importance, in more instances than one. You feel a gentle tingle between your thighs and nearly lose your footing as another spurt leaks out.
You and your team reach the entrance to main engineering in a matter of minutes, but with each minute that passed, the stress on your bladder increased.
Bladder Status:
Isabel (you): 90%
Jenni: 41%
Carly: 90%
That “90%”... it was taunting you. Laughing at your pain and only serving to remind you that it was going to get worse.
“Come on...” you wave your arm forward. “Let’s check out the problem.”
You step into the large room, seeing the giant mechanism that was the Tempest reactor.
“Jenni, check the status of the reactor. Carly, secure the area.” You order.
Jenni runs over to the primary console, pressing a few keys and reading the information that appeared on the screen. Carly, in the meantime, was headed up to the second floo of the room.
“Captain,” Jenni calls, “The core has been taken completely offline. It’ll take a while to get to warm up.”
You were about to give Jenni an order when gunfire erupts on the floor above. Carly leaps over the railing, falling a good 10 meters, and crashing down upon the deck floor.
[Carly has taken falling damage]
“Rebels, Captain.” says the fallen commando. “At least four.”
“Fall back, get to a more defensible position.” You say.
You turn towards the door, but to your surprise, its closed. The rebels must have shut it remotely. Not good.
A lance of blue energy speeds towards Jenni, but her serum-enhanced reflexes allow her to simply step out of the way.
You look at the above floor. You see at the four rebels of which Carly spoke, three with assault rifles and one with a sniper rifle. You and and Carly take cover behind the primary console while Jenni hides off to the side of the rebels somewhere.
“Orders, ma’am?” Carly asks.
You examine the situation again. The angle was nasty, and you weren’t sure if you could get a grenade up there. Even if you could, detonating an explosive around all this equipment would likely result in serious damage to the ship. As long as the rebels had the high ground, you were in deep. You did notice, however, that some of the rebels were standing over a plasma conduit. If you were to reactivate the plasma flow to the reactor and shoot that conduit... well... good and/or bad things could happen.
> Return fire
> Order Jenni to head up and engage them.
> Try a grenade anyway (You: 1 EC; Carly: 2 frag, 2 EC; Jenni: 2 frag)
> Reactivate plasma flow and shoot the conduit
> Other: _______ |
Squad Status:
Isabel (you): Wounded
Jenni: Fine
Carly: Wounded
Squad Bladder Status:
Isabel (you): 94%
Jenni: 47%
Carly: 94%
Equipped Weapon: AR5L Assault Rifle: (0/32 shots)
_____
You decide taking the medical kit for burns would be a good idea. Should the worst come to pass, it might come in handy.
You take the metal cutter, the fire suppressor, and an oxygen mask as well. You also decide, since you had no spare ammo left for it, to swap out your magnum for the M8 pistol. True, there was only one energy cell, but the type that the M8 utilizes is quite common. You were bound to find one if you looked around more.
[items obtained: Metal Cutter, Fire Suppressor, Oxygen Mask]
[Weapon swap: W&T M25 Magnum --> M8 SD Pistol]
You climb to the upper deck and head over to the emerald fires. You take the small can, point the hose and start spraying the fires.
As the white gas engulfs the flames, depriving them of the oxygen they need, they slowly begin to die off.
Unfortunately, a single suppressor wasn’t enough to put out the entire fire. Your can runs out of juice, then sputters and dies.
[item lost: Fire Suppressor]
“Umm....” you moan. “Well... now what?”
You decide maybe something was inside of the canister that you found, in spite of the fact that the label says “empty.” Something HAD to be inside. You were sure of it. An storage canister placed here conveniently has nothing in it? You didn't buy that for a second. Rather than examine the container to try and determine a way to open it, you decide that it is easier to use the metal cutter and open it the unsubtle way.
The top pops off and you look inside, and it is just as you feared!
The empty container is, in fact, empty. In addition to being empty, the container is now broken and it cannot be resealed.
[item lost: Storage Canister (empty)]
[item gained: Storage Canister (empty, broken)]
You throw your hands up in frustration. It seemed events just couldn’t go your way today. On top of it all, you were on the edge of a precipice as narrow as a pen as far as your bladder situation went. Your desperation was overwhelming. You were willing to try just about anything at this point.
Feeling the intensity of the flames, you knew it was still far too hot to attempt to relieve yourself upon the fire. You look at the transparent floor which you stood on. Once again, the idea of simply using the floor again wormed its way into your mind. Your hand reaches down to your lower body, and feel the release lever...
“No!” You say to yourself. Jenni and Carly were right under you and would see you in that shameful position. As long as anyone on your team was nearby, there was no way you could bring yourself to do something as shameful as peeing on the floor. If anything, it might better to see what Carly does. If she gives in and pees on the floor first, it might not be so bad if you do the same after her. Then again... if she were to wait until it was too late...
“Captain!” Carly calls out to you.
“Yes?”
“I got an idea. We still have access to environmental controls here. I can vent the oxygen in the room and that should put out the fires pretty quickly.”
Not a bad idea for a demo expert. “Good idea, Carly.” You slide down the ladder, hand an oxygen mask to Carly, then stand next to Jenni. “You use that one, Carly. Jenni and I will share this one.”
Carly nods. “Give the word then, Captain.”
“Do it.”
Carly puts her mask on, then begins to input commands on the control panel. You see a red light flashing on the console.
“Hold your breath everyone.” Carly says. She presses the button.
You have the mask on first, but you worry about Jenni. She clearly felt the effects of the oxygen being sucked out, as she seemed to get dizzy and disoriented. The fires go out quickly, and as fast as her fingers can move, Carly restores the oxygen to the room.
Jenni exhales loudly and gasps for breath. You quickly hand Jenni the mask. “Here, you still need it.”
Jenni accepts the mask and inhales deeply. “Thanks Isabel...”
You nod. “Take it easy for a little while.”
You walk over to the console next to Carly, and though your knowledge of engineering is limited, you are able to work with your squad mate and restore functionality to the main reactor. At the same time, the lockdown ends and the main door opens.
“Only five of the six plasma conduits are operational.” Carly reports. “Total engine efficiency is only sixty-two percent.”
“Lock out the command functions from this terminal and transfer control to the bridge.” You order. Best not to have the rebels or the empire gain control of engineering.
Speaking of the empire, perhaps it would be best to check on Michelle.
“Lieutenant Smith, come in.” You say over your radio.
“Smith here.”
“What’s the situation?”
“We’ve managed to seal off hangar one. Trying to seal hangar two now but a few ships have already landed.”
“Do you have everything under control?”
“For now, yes.” The lieutenant’s voice was rather unsteady. Quite unusual for her. “But Captain, I’d bet my ass that enemy troops have already landed en masse in the remaining hangars. No way my team can seal them off!”
This was grim, Empire troops had boarded already. You could probably start off at hangar four and work your way to Michelle’s team, sealing hangars as you went, or you could-
You feel another spurt spread along the inside of your suit. Concentration was becoming increasingly difficult.
Anyway, you could meet up with Michelle and go through together sealing the remaining hangars. Then, on the other hand, perhaps it would be best to trust in the lieutenant’s abilities and let her continue while you headed to the computer core, as you initially intended.
> Head for hangar four, work your way down.
> Meet up with Michelle’s team, seal remaining hangars.
> Continue with original plan, head for computer core.
> Abandon the hangars, have Michelle’s team meet you at the computer core
> Other: ______
*Side note: I won't burden you guys with issues that should be left to grad students. For situations like the plasma fire, you can rest assured that if I do not give specific info, it is not relevant to solving the problem, otherwise I would have provided something a lot more complex than a "fire suppressor".
Save for that one problem with the cure, this story is meant to be fun and enjoyable, not brain twisting. :p |
Squad Status:
Isabel (you): Wounded
Jenni: Fine
Carly: Wounded
Squad Bladder Status:
Isabel (you): 100%
Jenni: 57%
Carly: 100%
Equipped Weapon: AR5L Assault Rifle (0/32 shots)
________
You think hard, weighing the decision in your mind, but as squad commander, you had an obligation to fulfill. You could not ask Carly to bear the shame of wetting herself if it could be avoided. You decided to let her go first.
“Carly... you first.”
“Captain, I-”
“That’s an order, Lieutenant.” you croak. “Get done fast and I might make it in time.”
Carly nods, and proceeds to remove the lower section of her armor.
You did the same, so you were prepared to sit and go as soon as she finished... but you highly doubted that would happen. The pain was immense, like your bladder was carrying a twenty-kilo lead ball. You would last for about ten more seconds before the pain became too much.
Carly opens the crotch of her suit and sits down upon the toilet, and the small room is quickly filled with the echo of urine spraying forcefully upon the dry metal of the bowl. The look of ecstatic relief washed over Carly’s face, her eyes half closed and a smile opening up as the contents of her bladder spilled out.
The sound, the relief, and the sight of that pale yellow stream coming from between her legs. Your lower body muscles undergo a spasm that felt like a pulse, and then...
“Aiiiighhhhh.....”
You shove your hands into your crotch again in a last effort to stop yourself from peeing, but to no avail.
It began as only a few drops of warmth spilling out, but you feel your muscles succumb to weakness. The drops become a trickle... the trickle becomes a stream... and the stream becomes a jet. A damp wave of warmth spreads across your crotch, then your thighs, heading downward with the flow of gravity.
“Ohhh...” you sigh.
Pee begins to pour out of the thinner sections of your suit. You feel your backside becoming absolutely soaked. What’s worse was that there was nothing you could to stop it. You tried to hold it in, but your muscles were just far too weak. The legs of your suit become completely drenched with your urine.
Carly looks at you in your helpless state, the look of relief replaced by a look of guilt and concern. “Captain... I... I’m sorry... I just...”
You face flushes in embarrassment as your body fluids spill onto the metal floor. “Don’t... don’t apologize. I knew what was going to happen.”
“Why didn’t you go first?” Carly asks. “I... I would have been willing...”
You shake your head. “I couldn’t ask you to do that. I’m your leader.” you laugh. “I wouldn’t use my position to relieve myself at the expense of your dignity.”
“Isabel...” Carly looked positively touched by your willingness to sacrifice your own dignity. With her peeing in the toilet and you wetting your suit, this was indeed a very awkward, yet very personal moment. The two of you look between each others legs as you each peed in your own way, mixed feelings flowing through your mind.
[Relationship +2 with Carly]
“Um... why are you watching me pee?” Carly asks.
“I was going to ask you the same.” You reply.
“Your peeing in your suit is a little more interesting than my peeing in the can.”
You blush. “Oh, shut up!”
[You have wet yourself. Bladder status reset to 0. Combat performance may be hindered]
[Carly has peed. Bladder status reset to 0]
After what felt like hours, that pee stream of yours finally shrinks away into a few droplets. Nearly the entire floor of the tiny bathroom is engulfed with a large puddle of your urine, and the majority of the lower half of your suit was soaked. You had to admit though, that feeling of warmth was at least a little nice.
Carly gets up off the toilet and puts her armor back together while trying to avoid stepping in your puddle.
“That was... kind... of you to let me use the toilet first. I assure you, Isabel, this... incident will stay between us.”
The two of you leave the bathroom, Jenni waiting outside. She looks down at you legs, still dripping with pale yellow fluid.
She grimaces. “Couldn’t make it, Isabel?”
You shake your head. “I just couldn’t hold it long enough.”
Jenni grins. “I bet the two of your could have gone at the same time if you tried to do it standing up.” she giggles and blushes at the thought.
“I... don’t think I’ve ever peed standing up.” Carly comments.
Jenni laughs. “Under the circumstances, Isabel, I think we understand.”
_______
You finally arrive at hangar 4, and there’s at least two boarding ships landed on the hangar floor. You look around discreetly from the upper platform upon which you entered, and you see roughly twelve, maybe thirteen individual soldiers.
The violet armor of the empire's finest. It had been a while since you'd seen it first-hand.
“Kauranian troopers.” Jenni says. “We’re going to have our hands full.”
You nod in agreement. Unlike the rebels and drones you had faced before hand, these were professional soldiers. Their aim was much sharper, their armor more durable, and their ability to strategize and think in combat made them far deadlier than anything you faced so far.
“Looks like they all have standard plasma rifles.” Carly notes.
“Indeed.” You respond. “And I doubt that they’d carry any heavy ordinance if they intend to take the ship intact.”
“How do you want to do this, Isabel?” Jenni asks.
“We have two options here.” You say. “We can head across the catwalks and over to the control bay to close the hangar doors.”
“But whoever goes across is going to be spotted instantly and have no cover.” Jenni points out.
“Our second option,” you continue, “is to destroy the force field power regulator on the bottom floor and make the field too unstable for anymore ships to pass through.”
You look around the hangar and try to get a summary of the assets available.
On your current level, you saw a few crates that someone could take position behind and on the far end of the platform was a mounted heavy machine gun.
“Suggestions?” You ask.
“I can take cover behind those crates and hit them with anti-armor or grenades.” Carly suggests.
“I can take control of the gun turret and keep everyone covered.” Jenni adds. “I’m also still hyped up on super serum so I might be able to dash to either area unharmed.”
On the other hand, you could just kill every non-human here and then you’d have
There were many ways to proceed here, but which of these methods would result in the least damage?
Who to put on the turret:
> Isabel
> Jenni
> Carly
> No one
Who to place behind the crates:
> Isabel
> Jenni
> Carly
> No one
Who to send to destroy the regulator OR head for the control bay: (specify which)
> Isabel
> Jenni
> Carly
> Other: _____.
Relationship score update:
Michelle: -1
Jenni: 5
Carly: 5 |
/link reestablished with squad member “Michelle”
/link reestablished with squad member “Lewis”
/link reestablished with squad member “Dean”
Squad Status:
Isabel (you): Wounded
Michelle: Critical
Jenni: Fine
Carly: Wounded
Lewis: Wounded
Dean: Critical
Squad Bladder Status:
Isabel (you): 18%
Michelle: 23%
Jenni: 95%
Carly: 18%
Equipped Weapon: AR5L Assault Rifle (22/32 shots)
________
While you keep your face as still as stone, inside your guts are turning. After everything this woman had done, how could you possibly trust her? After all, she attacked you and she... well she... actually, that’s the only thing she did.
It didn’t matter. Every impulse and instinct told your Natsumi was not to be trusted. However, you had underestimated her prowess before. Natsumi was expecting you to play fair? Ha! Boy, will she be surprised.
“Michelle,” you whisper into your comm. “I’m going to distract Natsumi. As soon as you think her attention is 100% focused on me, waste her.”
“Got it.”
It takes every ounce of willpower you have not to smile at your diabolical plan.
“I accept, Natsumi.” You say to her. “You promise to aid us should I win?”
The woman nods. “I am bound by a code of honor, Captain. Deception is not in my nature. I simply will not follow someone I deem to be weaker than me.” She looks solemnly at you. “You have my word I follow without question if you should win.”
Yeah. Sure. Because you had every reason to accept her word.
You cast your weapons aside.
[isabel: -1 AR5L Assault rifle]
[isabel: -1 M8 SD Pistol]
[isabel: -1 EC grenade]
You then ready your fists.
“If I might ask, before we begin. Why follow us?” You ask. “Why not fight the empire yourself?”
Natsumi looks to the ground. “I... I...” You see a tear begin to fall down her cheek. “Everyone trusted me... all those men and women. I thought I was doing what was best, but I got them killed.”
“Why did you trust the Empire over the Republic?” Carly asks.
“Because we weren’t making headway with the Republic!” The woman shouts despairingly. “Our requests and demands for additional food and medical supplies went unanswered for years!” More tears began to stream down Natsumi’s face. “I had to watch my own sister die from starvation because your government thought we weren’t important enough to help!”
“What’s she yelling about, Captain? You want me to waste her or not?” Michelle whispers over the radio.
“Stand by...” You respond.
“You want me to waste her or not?”
“Stand by!”
Natsumi wipes the tears from her eyes. “I would have taken any solution to our problems after that... no matter who else it came from. Yet even after all that, the Empire simply betrays me and leaves me with nothing.”
“Natsumi...” You can’t help but feel some sympathy now. You knew yourself that the plight of the outer colonies was one of suffering and hardship.
“Enough of this.” She declares. “I didn’t come to debate my mistakes. I came to rectify them... but I won’t follow someone who’s heart is weak. Prove your strength of conviction to me.”
You nod slowly. “All right...”
“One moment, captain.” Natsumi says. She reaches into her robe, pulls out a medical kit and throws it to you. [+1 medical kit] “No honor in fighting a wounded opponent. I will see that-”
BANG!
Natsumi’s reflexes are good, but unaware of Michelle’s presence is not able to dodge the bolt. It sails right through her back and out of her chest.
“Got her...” Michelle says enthusiastically.
For once in the time you’ve known her, Natsumi has a look of shock and pain. She falls down to the floor with a hard crash. You run over to her, and turn her over.
“After all that... and now... this?” She coughs.
_____
Natsumi’s eyesight begins to darken, her eyelids flutter as the life begins to drain away from her body. A small glimmer of hope then appears... but why? Natsumi looks off at the distance, and sees the slender figure of a young girl. Something... seemed familiar about her.
“It’s time to come home, Natsumi!” She says in delight.
“Hitomi... my dear sister...”
“I’ve been waiting for you! And so are the others!”
Natsumi looks around the hangar, seeing the faces of all the men and women she had lead. Friends who had lost their lives in the unending struggle to survive in the colonies.
“My friends... forgive me... I was blinded by revenge...”
Hitomi smiles. “No one blames you, Natsumi. We love you!” She holds Natsumi’s hand firmly. “We all know that everything you have done was to help us; to make our lives better, and no one is going to hate you for that.” The younger girl pulls on her older sister’s arm. “Come on, it’s time to go now.”
Natsumi smiles faintly. In a brief moment... all the pain was gone. The Republic soldiers were gone, even the ship around her was gone. Her world became enveloped in a sensation of warmth and light.
______
As you watch the woman, the shine of life in her eyes dims away. You don’t know what it was she was seeing, but in her final moments, she somehow found peace. In spite of all her posturing, she was only a victimized woman intent on improving the quality of life her friends and family suffered under.
NATSUMI HAS DIED
Michelle walks up, holding her rifle proudly.
“Michelle!? Why did you do that!?” You yell.
Her proud expression turns into one of confusion. “What are you talking about?”.
“Why did you shoot her!?”
“Because those were your damn orders!”
“I... I...” You heart fills with guilt like water into a sieve. That woman was a complete victim of circumstance, and no matter how you tried to rationalize it, it was indeed, your fault, your orders, your decision that killed her.
“You ordered that!?” Jenni yells. “Isa- Captain... why!?”
“I-I was going to trick her and then have Michelle shoot her because I thought-”
“You fought dirty!?” Carly adds to the yelling.
“With all due respect, you struck me as far more honorable than that, Captain.” Jenni says.
Michelle grins. “I liked it. I love catching my targets off-guard like that.”
[Relationship +1 with Michelle]
[Relationship -1 with Jenni]
You look over at the two marines, who are completely baffled as to what’s going on.
“We’re not discussing this in front of other troops. We have a mission to complete. Everyone head for the computer core. First though...” You pull out the broken storage container. “Jenni, relieve yourself.”
“Awww.... I’m tired of peeing in containers.”
“I’m offering you a quick alternative to peeing yourself or on the floor. Take it or leave it.”
Jenni grumbles. “Fine....not gonna last much longer anyways.”
Jenni takes the canister from you, then goes behind a few crates and containers. After a bit shuffling and moving around the distinct noise of urine splattering the inside of a metal canister could be heard. Everyone, for some unknown reason, turns their heads to see.
“Please, by all means, watch me pee in a can!” The girl yells while blushing rather strongly.
[Jenni has peed. Bladder status reset to 0]
[The effects of the serum have worn off!]
Once she finishes, Jenni holds the can up and starts looking around frantically. “Um... captain? How do I close this?”
“I... kinda broke the lid.” you laugh. “You’re going to have to carry it.”
“Why!?”
“I have reason to believe your urine will have potential scientific benefits.” You state calmly.
Jenni gives you a very annoyed look. “I’m starting to not like you.”
(Weapons retrieved before moving on, don't worry)
_____
As you travel through the ship, you pass by a cargo bay. Private Lewis grabs your shoulder.
“Captain, can I suggest we stop and take a brief rest here?” She says. “We’ve been on the move for a while and I don’t think anyone’s eaten in a while. One of our camps was in here and I think there’s some leftover rations.”
You nod. “You’re right, Private. Everyone into the cargo bay; take five.”
You step into the bay, and sure enough, a small camp made by the survivors was there with a few emergency rations. You grab six packs, hand one out to each squad member and keep one for yourself.
It had, indeed, been a few hours since you last ate, and you were getting tired too. You’ve been running around the ship solving mysteries, assembling serums and all sorts of things and the exhaustion was wearing you down. You could see it in you team’s eyes as well. They needed sleep. As soon as the computer core was restarted, it would be best if you tried to get some shut eye.
In the mean time, you had enough time to chat with one member of your squad.
> Talk to Michelle
-“Tell me about your career so far.”
-“By the way, nice shot on Natsumi.”
-“Michelle, I think I’m in love with you.”
> Talk to Jenni
-“Any thoughts on how to proceed?”
-“How’d you learn to be such a good hacker?”
-“Are you interested... in a new girlfriend, by chance?”
> Talk to Carly
-“Tell me about your career so far.”
-“Want to have sex? Right here, right now?”
-“Carly... you should know I have feelings for you.”
> Other: ______.
Current relationship scores:
Michelle: 0
Jenni: 4
Carly: 5
Natsumi: 1 |
Squad Status:
Isabel (you): Critical
Michelle: Critical
Carly: Wounded
Lewis: Wounded
Dean: Critical
Squad Bladder Status:
Isabel (you): 23%
Michelle: 30%
Carly: 23%
Equipped Weapon: AR5L Assault Rifle (7/32 shots)
__________
You take a deep breath.
“Listen Natsumi, we haven’t met before now, but let me try and explain what’s going on.”
“A-all right...”
You begin telling her of how you boarded the cruiser and encountered the rebels, then later the appearance of the Empire. Under the circumstances, you thought it best to leave out the fact she led the rebels.
“Oh... you’ve had quite an adventure.” She says groggily.
“Can you tell me what you do remember?” You ask.
“Well... I come from the outer Republic colonies, so you can imagine what life there is like. I’ve studied many arts of self defense... and my memory is mostly intact up until the most recent few days.”
“We could really use someone of your talents to help us.” You look at Natsumi’s hips. While she certainly is attractive, you can’t help but notice the lack of sword.
“Did you have a sword?” You ask.
Natsumi’s hand goes to her hip. “Um... yes. It was an important family artifact, actually.” Her face grow increasingly worried. “I don’t remember what I did with it...”
“As much as I’d love to help you find it,” You say to her, “with the looming threat of the enemy cruiser, we have to tend to that first.”
Natsumi nods. “You’re right, of course.” Natsumi reaches inside her robe and pulls out that ebony handgun from before. “I’d be happy to help you. You seem like a decent person.”
“I appreciate it, Natsumi. Sword or not, I’m sure your skills will be invaluable.”
The robed woman blushes ever so slightly.
[Relationship +1 with Natsumi]
You link up your helmet with Natsumi’s bio-signs so you can monitor her health. As you had feared, the Life Support kit wasn’t able to put her at pristine health again.
Natsumi: Critical
“Let’s have you stay near the rear, Natsumi.” Michelle advises. “In your current state, you don’t look like you take much abuse.”
Natsumi looks at you. “What’s your name?”
“Isabel Lester.” You answer. “This is my second-in-command, Michelle Smith, and my demolitions expert, Carly Montgomery. The other two are Republic marines Corporal Owen Dean and Private Reyna Lewis.”
“If you don’t mind, Isabel, I’d like to change out of these robes. They’re kind of a mess.”
“Go ahead.”
Natsumi walks behind one of the locker doors. Looking over, you see her robe fall down to the floor.
You’re getting an overwhelming urge to go over there and see her. She was a woman too, so she wouldn’t mind, right?
You sigh softly. You know in your heart it wouldn’t be a good idea to do something to make her upset. Listening to your good conscience, you turn your head to the side.
At last, Natsumi closes the locker as she finishes. She’s wearing a set of women’s exercise clothing, a tank top and sweat pants for the most part.
“No armor?” Carly asks.
“I like to be nimble.” Natsumi answers. She then charges her gun and gets behind you. “I’m ready when you are, Isabel.”
_______
After heading through the corridors and engaging in a few minor firefights, you and your team arrive at your destination, gunnery station 4-A. There are three separate control terminals here on the upper part of a ramp, but from what your XO described, each one would have to be brought online independently.
“Okay Michelle, how do we bring the guns online?” you ask.
“I’m working on it now...” Michelle goes over to the leftmost terminal and begins fiddling around with it. It takes her nearly two minutes to access the guns and bring it online, and you begin to hear a low hum beneath you as power is transferred to the cannon. “Captain, they’re almost certain to detect the weapons powering up. I think-”
The ship lurches as an energy bolt strikes the hull.
“Yup.” Michelle says as she tries to regain her balance.
“Captain, the enemy cruiser has opened fire on us.” Reynolds says.
“I noticed.”
“What’s the status of the cannons?”
“One online, two to go.”
“Without shields, we’re as good as dead. Lieutenant Freeman, status on the computer core.”
“Working as fast as I can, Commander.” Jenni answers. “The processors are still warming up.”
Reynolds sighs in anxiety. “Do what you can, Blue Team. Bridge out.”
“Michelle, can we get the rest of the guns online soon?” You ask.
“If two of us work simultaneously, yes.” She answers.
“All right,” you say and point to Carly, then to one of the terminals. “Carly you’re on that one, I’ll take the next. Michelle, take the final one.”
“Once you’ve input the code, you’ll need to create command bypass and disable the computer targeting control, isolating it from the main system. Then transfer power to the cannon. We’ll also-”
Another plasma bolt strikes. Except it wasn’t from the ship. You look down at the station entrance to see a squad of imperial troopers storming in. They take up positions and begin firing on yours.
“So much for an easy time!” Carly yells.
“Someone needs to cover the team activating the guns!” Michelle yells.
The situation grew ever more dire. You had to keep someone on the terminal to fire the cannon, which meant they couldn’t hold off the troopers. Three stations, six of you. Who had the best chance of defending?
> Send ______, ______ and ______ to operate the cannons while ______, ______ and ______ defend the team. [You, Michelle, Carly, Dean, Lewis, and Natsumi]
> Go with Carly’s plan instead.
> Other: ______.
Character info: Natsumi |
Squad Status:
Isabel (you): Critical
Michelle: Critical
Carly: Wounded
Lewis: Wounded
Dean: Dying
Natsumi: Critical
Squad Bladder Status:
Isabel (you): 28%
Michelle: 35%
Carly: 27%
Natsumi: 55%
Equipped Weapon: AR5L Assault Rifle (7/32 shots)
Tempest Status:
Shields: (inactive)
Hull Integrity: 55%
Enemy Ship Status:
Shields: 44%
Hull Integrity: 100%
_______
“Michelle, get over there, give him a revive!” You say while pointing at Dean.
Michelle runs over towards the fallen marine and administers one of her stimulants.
[Michelle -1 resuscitation stimulant (1 remaining)]
Dean:
Dying --> Critical
“Stay down, Corporal. Don’t need you dying on us..” You say to him.
Dean looks at you grudgingly. “With all due respect, ma’am. I can still fight, and you need three people watching your back.”
Crap. You knew he was right. You give a quick affirmative nod before you look back over to you station and continue firing at the Imperial ship. You watch with anticipation as the blue-green beams launch towards the other vessel, crashing upon the shimmering light that was their shields. Shields...
“Jenni!” You say over the comm. “Do you have a way of restoring just shields?”
“I might be able to generate a command from the core that’ll bring the shields back up.” Jenni replies. “Gimme a minute.”
“We may not have a minute, Lieutenant! Work fast!”
You and your squad continuously fire, the loud boom of the cannons now causing a qringing in your eardrums. You feel the deck plating shake beneath your feet as another beam of energy slams into the Tempest’s hull. You flinch as a piece of plating flies off from an explosion and nearly strikes your head.
____
Tempest:
Shields: (inactive)
Hull Integrity: 32%
Enemy ship:
Shields: 9%
Hull Integrity: 94%
____
They’re shields were weakening considerably. It appeared the ship’s heavy cannons were having more of an effect than you had anticipated.
You quickly turn and check to see how the rest of the team is doing.
The fresh, Private Lewis is holding her own, but you can see the look in her eyes. She’s terrified, and she doesn’t believe she’s going to survive. Dean appears to be feeling the same, though fear would seem to be replaced by anger. Natsumi is as cool as ever. Likely her kill count for this fight was already fairly high.
Imperial troops were still pouring in though, plasma cannons ablaze with colorful fire. As you peer down the hall, you see the noticeably shiny golden armor of an Imperial General.
“Captain...” Natsumi says with worry.
“I see him.”
“Look out!” Michelle yells.
You look up out the view port to see crimson flare, arcing toward your position form the enemy ship.
“Tactical missile!” Commander Reynolds shouts. “Brace for impact!”
You grab the console and watch as the light streaks over towards Michelle’s station.
KA-BOOM!!!
Michelle:
Critical --> Dying
Michelle goes flying to the floor and ceases moving. Your helmet’s bio-monitor registered her as unconscious. The enemy would probably regard her as dead as long as you left her alone.
You then glance over at the ship status again.
____
Tempest:
Shields: (inactive)
Hull Integrity: 8%
Enemy Ship:
Shields: 2%
Hull Integrity: 91%
____
“Captain,” Reynolds says. “This ship is coming apart at the seams! A few more hits and we’ll be reduced to a cloud of debris!”
You grit your teeth. The situation was becoming more and more dire. You look behind your shoulder again, seeing what the enemy troops were doing. Including that general, there were at least twenty more troops to contend with.
The General then pulls out what appears to be a grenade launcher.
“Concussion rifle! Get down!” Dean yells.
The General fires the rifle. A blue-violet light sails towards your position
KA-DEOWW!!!
The light detonate just between Dean and Lewis.
Dean:
Critical --> Dying
Lewis:
Wounded -- Dying
The marines were down, Michelle was down, the ship was near destruction, with nigh two-dozen enemy soldiers encroaching upon your position.... you were panicking. You could your heart nearly exploding in your chest, with sweat pouring down your face. Was this the end? Had you finally met your match?
......
......
“GOT IT!”
You pee yourself just a little bit as Jenni screams over the comm. You hear something power up around you, and you then look at the display again.
____
Tempest:
Shields: 100%
Hull Integrity: 8%
____
“Well done, Lieutenant!” Reynolds sighs in relief.
“You’ll have weapons and propulsion in a moment, Commander! Stand by!”
Finally! A stroke of luck.
You then look at the twenty or so troopers advancing upon your position. You were still in a bad wake. Your options were limited, and if you and Carly didn’t continue firing at the enemy ship, it would likely still cause great damage, shields or no. On the other hand, if you focused on firing the cannons, it was likely that someone would not survive.
A trooper stand above Michelle with his rifle raised.
> Continue firing at the enemy cruiser
> Take Carly and Natsumi and attack the enemy troops
> Heroically throw yourself at the enemy.
> Distribute stimulants
> Other: _____. |
Squad Status:
Isabel (you): Critical
Michelle: Dying
Lewis: Dying
Dean: Dying
Natsumi: Critical
Squad Bladder Status:
(no longer relevant)
Equipped Weapon: M8 SD Pistol (5/8 shots)
Tempest Status:
Shields: 85%
Hull Integrity: 8%
Enemy Ship Status:
Shields: 2%
Hull Integrity: 91%
_______
You aim your pistol and you unload on the bastard. All five shots connect, Natsumi fires as well, the General staggers back at the sudden and massive amount of gunfire striking his chest plate.
Imperial General:
Wounded --> Critical
You cast the empty weapon aside, and run up to your adversary, your eyes burning with fury. You jump up and kick him in the head, knocking off his helmet and sending him falling backward. You then jump atop his chest, and clench your fist. All your anger, all your hatred, every desire to avenge your fallen comrade, you channel it through your arm...
Hit after hit, punch after punch, the soldier began to bleed everywhere. At last, you deliver one final devastating punch, straight to the bottom of his chin. His head flies upward, and then he goes still.
You pant heavily, your heart is racing. Never had you flown into such a frenzy before. All that dark energy pulsating in you... it felt unnatural.
But you had avenged Carly. That General would never tell his troops of the magnificent killing of a commando. That much, at least, felt quite good.
You then walk over to your fallen comrade. If only for closure... you had to be sure. You had to check. You look over at her, a gaping hole in her chest, and- wait.
It didn’t look that bad. Is it possible...?
“Carly!” You shout.
The woman suddenly coughs and sputters. “I’m here, Isabel... How’d we do?”
“We beat him. Thanks to you.”
Jenni’s voice then comes over the radio. “Computer fully restored, Commander! All weapons should be coming online.”
“Excellent work, Lieutenant!” The commander shouts. “All cannons, fire!”
You hear the massive booming of the ship’s forward cannons and missile launchers all firing at once. You run back to the gunnery station and look at the display of the enemy ship.
Enemy Ship Status:
Shields: Offline
Hull Integrity: 74%
61%
...43%
......20%
.........6%
You smile proudly as you watch the alien ship ignite in a cloud of gaseous vapor and debris. You did it. You had completely turned the tables on what most would have deemed an impossible situation.
“We did it...” Some says behind you. You turn your head, and there’s Michelle standing up, smiling. “Nicely done, Captain.”
“I couldn’t have done without all of you.” You say. “Come on, we should get Carly to sick bay.”
_____
“How is she?” You ask the young private.
“She’ll live, but I don’t think she’s going to be seeing any missions anytime soon.” Lewis replies. “My medic training isn’t extensive, but if I’m reading the patient diagnostic correctly, the plasma burns have burned and damaged a lot of her nerves and muscles near the spinal column.”
“What does that mean?” Jenni asks.
“She’s paralyzed.” You sigh in dismay. This was a horrible fate to befall any soldier.
“I think the damage can be corrected though. A republic hospital has the treatment for such wounds.” Lewis adds.
“But between that and the physical therapy, she could be out of commission for several years...” You move over to Carly’s side at the bed, and hold her hand. “I’m so sorry, Carly.”
“It’s fine, Isabel.” Carly assures you. “We got the job done, and prevented a lot of technology from falling into enemy hands.” She manages a weak laugh. “But... I think you’re going to need a new demolitions specialist.”
You put your hand on her cheek. “There’ll always be a place for you on Blue Team.”
“She should rest, Captain.” Lewis says.
You nod, and step out of the room. You are immediately greeted by Commander Reynolds. “Captain, you’ve done a great service to the Republic today.”
“All part of the job, Commander.” You reply.
“Indeed.” The two of you begin walking down the corridor. “Is there anything you think I should include in my report?”
“Nothing that won’t be covered in my own report, ma’am.”
Reynolds sighs. “I’m sorry about lieutenant Montgomery.”
“She did her duty, ma’am.” You respond dryly. “Most of us die in that line, but she was spared death.”
“Yes... commando duty can be unforgiving.”
“Was there something you needed me for, Commander?”
Reynolds takes a breath. “I just wanted to express my gratitude, Captain. If your team hadn’t shown up, I doubt I’d still be alive.”
“Your welcome then, ma’am.”
“Also!” She says sharply “I need to know what you plan to do with the rebel leader.”
“Natsumi?” You think for a minute. What were you going to do with her? Ships logs would likely prove it was her who stole the cruiser. Plus if her memory suddenly came back, she could become vengeful. “As you know, she’s suffering from amnesia right now. Under the circumstances...” You didn’t want to do this. She helped you and this was a horrible way to repay her. “...I think we should-”
“Should what?”
You spin around to see Natsumi standing behind you. “Oh! Um...”
“I’ll save you the time. I remember. Everything. I don’t know if your sniper just has a twitchy trigger finger, or if you ordered that but...”
Natsumi delivers a straight punch to your jaw, and you fall down to the floor. That super strength was still quite active. “Either way, I owe you a lot more for that.”
Reynolds immediately draws her pistol and aims it at Natsumi, but the warrior woman uses a crescent kick to knock the gun out of her hands, then lightly kicks the commander, sending her backward.
You spit out blood, your jaw stings immensely from that hit. “Yeah, I deserve it.”
“Glad we agree on that.” She walks up to you then and extends a hand. “With that out of the way, perhaps we can get back to more important things.”
You don’t know why you’re doing it, but you take her hand. Natsumi pulls you back up to your feet effortlessly. “Important things such as?”
“You proved yourself a true warrior in my eyes. If you ever need my help, just call me.”
“Hold on, you need to answer for what happened here.” Reynolds says.
“Technically, she did.” You say. “Received the death penalty.”
Both Reynolds and Natsumi raise an eyebrow. “I... guess it could be viewed that way.”
“Commander, Natsumi was instrumental in taking back the ship. I think, in this case, we can record her as ‘dead’, can’t we?” You wink.
Reynolds grins and nods. “I think so. The Republic would take you into custody regardless of what you did here, so... I think we can do that.”
Natsumi smiles. “Thank you.”
“Don’t let it go to your head.” Reynolds points out. “In a way it was your fault we ended up in this mess.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make myself scarce after this.” Natsumi assures her.
“Hmph.” Reynolds turns around. “I’ll be on the bridge, Captain.”
You and Natsumi then begin to finish the walk. “Please understand, Isabel. I only intended to help my fellow colonists.”
“Yeah, I understand.”
“It’s a harder life out there than people realize. Just because there’s less law doesn’t make it easier to live.”
“I’ll do everything in my power to convince the Republic that the colonists’ need is dire.”
“I appreciate it.”
You then see someone ahead; Jenni. She walks into a nearby locker room, presumably using the bathroom. When you got back to Earth, the first thing to do was get rid of this damn serum that keeps plaguing your team’s bladders.
On that note, you kind of had to pee too. In fact, more than kind of.
But then she peeks out and smiles at you, in a not-so-innocent way. You aren’t sure what to do... though you’re pretty sure you knew what the woman was after.
You are then startled by a quick nudge from Natsumi. “Go. She’s obviously waiting for you.”
Your heart starts beating faster, you can feel your skin becoming moist with sweat. Then slowly, you enter the locker room. You can’t help but feel a sense of both naughtiness and anxiety as you walk in. You turn the corner and there’s Jenni.
“Hey, Captain.” she says lewdly.
“Lieutenant.”
She gets up off the bench and walks up to you. She playfully runs a finger from your chin, to your chest, to just below your navel. “Remember what I said? After the mission?”
“Yes?”
“So... It’s now after the mission.”
Jenni immediately grabs you by the shoulders and presses her lips firmly against yours. “I wanted so much to tell you how I loved you.” she says while kissing you.
“I know...” you say between kisses, “Trying... to stay... professional.”
“Exactly.”
In that moment, you take Jenni around the shoulders and begin kissing her around the neck. The sensation of her flesh on your lips, your heart begins to pick up the pace yet more. You knew what you wanted. You didn’t even have to think about it. Your mind was a ship on auto pilot, and all that mattered was the destination.
Instinctively, your hands go lower, feeling the contours of Jenni’s slender body. Starting from those hips of hers, you slowly work your way around to that soft rear of hers.
You could feel your partner’s hands slowly move up to your breasts. Her gentle touch upon your body, you could really feel yourself starting to become moist. One thing was obstructing you from maximum pleasure... these damn body suits.
As the two of you fence with your tongues, you softly take Jenni’s hands and place them upon the neck of your suit... right where the seal began. Jenni immediately takes the handle and begins to pull down...
all the way down... until it stopped between your navel and your crotch. She then takes the sides of your unsealed suit and pulls it open. Naturally, you work your way out of the sleeves until your upper body was bare.
Now it was your partner’s turn. Excitedly, you feel for the top of her suit, taking the handle and pulling it downward. Jenni slips her arms out and lets the suit go limp.
As you begin exploring the shape of her breasts, you feel Jenni’s hand begin to rub against your crotch. Never had you felt such intense sensations of pleasure before, each stroke of her hand creating waves of bliss that spread across your body... the exhilaration, the euphoria, you didn’t even hear yourself moaning. With each caress of Jenni’s fingers, though, your ability to hold became weaker and weaker. You wanted to tell her to stop, you knew if she kept going, you would lose control! But it felt so good... you couldn’t ask her stop... each stroke was sending wonderful pulses of delight through your-
Oh no... The muscles contract, and something spills out of you. You can’t stop it. Next thing you know, you’re peeing in your suit.
Once again, you feel your suit begin to flood with warm fluid... with Jenni’s hand still upon you.
“Ohh... ohmigosh... I’m so sorry!” You say to her.
Much to your surprise, however, Jenni laughs and shakes the urine off of her hand. “I don’t really mind.” Jenni takes your hand and puts it on her own crotch. You then feel your hand start to become warm and wet. Urine begins to pour into your hand.
It should be gross, right? It was pee after all. Jenni was peeing in your hand! And yet... when you look at the satisfied expression on her face... It only ends up exciting you more.
“Uwaaaahhh!!!” You yell. “J-Jenni!?”
“Hmm... now we’re even.” She says lewdly.
It was now an uncontrollable impulse, like being at a banquet after not having eaten in days. You wanted, so badly, to feel every aspect of Jenni’s body. You wanted to give her as much pleasure as you possibly could, so much pleasure she would be gasping and screaming... and you knew she wanted to do the same to you.
“Let’s get these suits off all the way.” You say.
______
Congratulations! You’ve reached the end of the Wild Tempest!
Mission: Success!
After-action report:
Republic Marine Corps, Special operations, Commando branch, “Blue Team”.
Commanding Officer: Isabel Lester, Captain
Executive Officer/Designated Marksman: Michelle Smith, First Lieutenant
Tech Specialist: Jennifer Freeman, Second Lieutenant
Demolitions Specialist: Carly Montgomery, Second Lieutenant (WIA)
Mission Summary: MIA ship Wild Tempest has reappeared in known space. Blue team is dispatched to investigate the ship, and try and recover if possible. It became known that local insurrectionists were responsible for the ship’s disappearance and intended to hand the ship over to the Kauranian Empire in exchange for full autonomy. The Empire did not hold up its end of the bargain. A single battle cruiser arrived to take possession of the ship and betrayed the rebels. Blue team eliminated all kauranian boarding parties, and destroyed the enemy ship. Mission details listed below:
2 Squad members survived: +2000
Recovered 4 survivors: +800
1 command officer saved: +200
Enemies Defeated: +3230
Injuries: -1000
Damage to Tempest: -1600
1 squad member suffered crippling injury: -500
Raimus was killed: -300
Natsumi was assassinated: -500
Natsumi was recruited: +300
Super Serum Assembled: +250
Defeated a Kauranian General: +500
Destroyed an Imperial Cruiser: +1000
Total Mission Points earned: 4380
Mission Rating: Average
The mission was a success. While your performance wasn’t exemplary, neither was it bad. You did what you had to under extenuating circumstances and were able to recover the Tempest with minimal casualties and/or collateral damage. The Republic honors your work with the Emerald Star for valor and bravery. For a commando, it was not an uncommon medal, but in your heart you know you did well.
___
Thanks again for contributing to the development of this story! I certainly hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have. |
CHAPTER-3
Ruchi got up in the morning and saw the clock beside her bed. It was 7:30. She had again forgot to set her alarm! She hurriedly changed her clothes and took a quick breakfast. Even though it was Saturday, Mr. Pradeep had called the visor team to complete the visor. He had called them at 8 and Ms. Ruchi was late. Mr. Pradeep didn't like late comers. Moreover, Ms. Ruchi had lectured the students
not to be late and didn't want to be late herself. She was going to the toilet or a quick pee when she realized its 7:55 already. She decided to go at the school and started for her 10 minute walk to the school. On the way, she thought about Ryan who had peed his pants the other day. She was hiding near when Prachi was trying to make his video and she saw him wet his pants. Thinking about it really turned her on but thinking about peeing made her more desperate.
Finally, after 10 minutes of walk and desperate crotch-holding, she reached the school where she found the three students and Mr. Pradeep waiting for her. She went to them and apolosiged for being late. Then, they began working on the visor. They had been working for quite a few days now and they aimed to complete it today.
Ryan had started to hate Prachi. After that incident, they had barely talked. They even refused to work on the same parts of the visor. While Ryan was working on the circuit, Prachi was working on display unit.
"I can't believe you can be so ridiculous! Forcing someone to pee himself!"Ryan suddenly whispered to Prachi
"Excuse me? Its not my problem if you have a tiny-puny bladder."Prachi whispered back
"I don't have a 'tiny-something' bladder. Anyone will have to pee bad after 6 hours!"
"Oh really? Tell you what, I peed last at 6 in the morning. I still don't have even the tiniest of plunge in my bladder and I am gonna last the whole day."
"That we will see. I promise I am gonna make you pee today."
"Ryan! Will you please come here!" He suddenly heard Ms. Ruchi's voice and went to her giving Prachi a long stare.
"What is it, Ms. Ruchi?" Ryan asked her
"Will you please install this part for me? I have to urgently go to the washroom" Ms. Ruchi said jumping from one leg to another. Ryan saw this and got a boner instantly. "Sure, why not?" He said even though he wanted to see Ms. Ruchi hold her pee. Ms. Ruchi quickly handed over the part and rushed out of the lab. Ryan tried to fix the piece while trying to hide his boner. Prachi was already making fun of him and he didn't want to give her another reason for the same. After 5 minutes, Ms. Ruchi came back but didn't look relieved.
"Thats weird! All the washrooms are closed. I think its probably because today is a Saturday and all peons are on a holiday." She said frantically holding her crotch with one hand while fixing the part with the other. This made Ryan even more aroused. But he suddenly realized something. Even his bladder was getting quite full and they will be taking another 5 hours to finish the visor. With no washroom at his disposal, it made him even more desperate. But then he remembered the trees behind the school and decided that he could go there if the situation worsened. As it is the school was almost empty. Also, this will make him take his revenge on Prachi easier as she will not be able to use the washroom. Thinking about her and Ms. Ruchi peeing themselves made him cum a little.
All the time Ryan continued to bring water for Prachi to make her more desperate and she also continued to drink it to be a sport. Ryan tried all the methods to make Prachi desperate like talk about him peeing himself, dropping water from one glass to another and even showing Ms. Ruchi do the pee dance but it had no effect on her. Indeed, it just made Ryan more desperate. On the other side, Ruchi was having more and more difficulty holding her pee. She kept on crossing her legs and also let out a few drops but stopped when she saw a drop running down her leg and falling on the floor. She didn't want anyone to notice this, not knowing Ryan had already did so.
After 5 hours the visor finally completed. Ms. Ruchi offered to take it home to which all agreed. At this point, Ryan was sitting tightly crossed leg, Ms. Ruchi could barely move and had a tiny patch in her panties and Prachi was barely fidgeting. Indeed, she was making "shh" noises to tease Ryan. Genelia had secretly taken a whiz in the trees when she was told to bring some items from the bio lab while Mr. Pradeep was a guy with iron bladder. They all decided to go back to their homes with Ryan dissapointed with his failed attempt to make Prachi pee herself. He decided to take a whiz in the trees before going home and ran to the trees behind the school. He was just about to open the chain in his denims when he heard someone call out to him from behind. He just wished it wasn't Prachi again. He turned to see Ms. Ruchi.
"I am sorry Ms. Ruchi but I really have to pee!"He said apologetically.
"Its okay but even I have to pee. Too bad I can't pee like you here. Unlike you, I won't be able to cover myself quickly enough if someone sees me. Just thinking about peeing make me pee myself." Ryan looked down to see a drop of go down Ms. Ruchi's leg."Please let me use your bladder to relieve myself!"
"Huh?"Ryan said.
"Actually, this nosy visor can not only transfer mucus from one person to another but also pee from one bladder to another. Look, I will show you."She switched it on and pointed it towards her. The display unit showed 95%. She then pointed towards Ryan. It showed 65%. "It shows the amount of fullness of your bladder. I added this secret feature for fun but I think I have to use it now. Moreover, You are only at 65%. You can easily hold my pee. I just have to point one end towards you and other towards me and start peeing." She pointed the red end towards Ryan and blue toward herself and relaxed her body muscles. Ryan heard a loud hissing sound from her pussy but couldn't see Ms. Ruchi getting wet. The display started going from 65 to 66, 67, 68, 69, 70..... and so on. Ryan suddenly felt something. The urge for him to pee was increasing. He was getting more and more desperate. He was about to undo his jeans to pee himself when Ms. Ruchi blurted out "Don't! If you pee, it will lose connection and I will wet myself!". The %age of desperation continued to increase until it reached 99 and it became difficult for Ryan to hold. He started to pee himself and quickly ran to a tree and undid his jeans and peed himself. Meanwhile, the visor had lost connection and Ms. Ruchi began to wet herself. A small wet patch began forming on her skirt and pee started going down her legs. She quickly stopped herself and thanked that too much damage wasn't done.
"I will be able to hold myself till I get home now! Thanks Ryan!" she shouted to Ryan who was busy moaning with relief. She then went back home with the visor. Ryan kept on peeing for another 3 minutes. He had never thought that so much happiness could be obtained from peeing! There was also one more reason for his happiness - he had got a perfect plan to make Prachi pee herself!
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OK guys, I think this creates the record for the largest interval between two chapters on this site. I recently discovered it in my content list and I think I should finish it. This is going to be the last chapter unless you guys want more.
CHAPTER-5
Prachi sat in her seat, thighs pressed together and her hands buried in her crotch. Her class mates would have came to conclusion that she had to pee, but they knew that was impossible. She was the girl famous in the school for never ever visiting the ladies room. Everyone knew that no one had a bladder equivalent to her. This reputation was precisely the reason why Prachi didn't want to ask the teacher the permission to visit the loo. Going to the rest room in the first period would definitely ruin her reputation.
Prachi looked at her watch. Half an hour to go. Surely she could hold that long. She was looking at the watch when the teacher noticed her.
"Bored with my class already, Ms Prachi?" He said in a higher than usual tone. Prachi was startled. She was not at all paying attention to what was going in the class. She quickly removed her hands and stood up, and suddenly she felt a drop of pee escaping into her panties. She managed to control it, and pressed her crotch against the table to stop herself. When she was finally comfortable enough, she answered back, forcing a smile on her teary-eyed face, "No sir, I find your class really interesting."
"Oh is that so? Then you must be paying attention. Can you come to the front and right the Cannizaro reaction on the board? I just erased it but I think some students will like to see it again." He said in a sarcastic tone.
Prachi slowly moved away from her desk and started walking towards the front. This had shifted her focus from her aching bladder to the class. She obviously had no freaking idea which reaction the teacher was talking about. She went to the board, grabbed a chalk and stood as if she was thinking something. She rubbed her thighs involuntarily as she noticed something on the board - the impressions of what was last written was still there. She quickly made it out and wrote the reaction. She went back to her seat with an air of confidence when she suddenly remembered of her previous predicament. She could feel the dampness in her panties and she most certainly couldn't hold till the end of the class. She turned to the teacher and asked, "May I go to the washroom?"
"No. This is the first period." He said without giving much thought to it. He had managed to waste the time of the class without proving anything. He didn't want anymore fuss. Prachi just sat and crossed her legs tightly. She had no other option. Also, due to all this holding, she had managed to make her pussy wet due to some other reason and was enjoying the feeling. She wanted to touch it so bad but didn't want to give and impression to other students that she can't hold her pee.
Meanwhile, Ryan looked at her through the visor: 90%. Her bladder was filling up quickly, though he knew that she would easily last till the end of the period. He wanted to make her bladder more full but he surely couldn't pee now. Just then he noticed something. Genelia, who was sitting beside her, was fidgeting and had her legs tightly pressed. Ryan checked with the visor: 70%. He finally had a plan. He just had to fill Prachi's bladder a little bit and his mission would be accomplished.He set the visor between Prachi and Genelia and grabbed his water bottle. Then he started drinking the cold water and suddenly, his hand slipped and the bottle landed on Genelia's skirt, making it wet. Genelia gasped as the bottle landed on her lap. She had to pee really bad and the feeling of cold water didn't help. She started to loose control of her bladder. She picked up the bottle which had only left a small spot on her skirt but she couldn't stop peeing. She was peeing full force but she was surprised as to why it wasn't coming out. She could feel the urine leave from her pussy lips and could also hear the really faint hissing sound but couldn't see anything coming out. However, she managed to stop in between because she didn't want to arouse suspicion. She smiled to herself, thinking about the new "super power" she had discovered.
Meanwhile, Ryan checked the visor. Genelia was at 40% while Prachi was at 115%. He looked at Prachi, who couldn't believe what was going inside her. She could feel her bladder bulging like a giant balloon. It hurted like hell and she wanted to pee right there, irrespective of what anyone thought. She buried her hands deep in her crotch and closed her pussy lips. She could feel the pee trying to force it's way out. A small spurt escaped, dampening her panties. Then another... another... she couldn't control herself! She saw a wet spot forming on her jeans. She raised her hand to ask for permission to relieve herself. But this gave her pee more freedom to escape and it started to escape with full force.The teacher noticed her hand and said, "Ok Prachi I can see you have to go really bad so go but be quick." Prachi got up quickly, forcing her sphincters shut. She just wanted to somehow reach the washroom and let go everything. But the pain in her bladder was too much for her to handle. As soon as she reached the front, her bladder gave a huge spasm and she tightly grabbed her crotch, bending forward to keep it all inside. This gave the class a perfect view of the back of her jeans which had a huge wet spot. One of the students shouted, "Look! Prachi has wet herself!" Everyone started laughing. Prachi was embarrassed and her knees were trembling. She couldn't take it anymore. Spurts after spurts of pee were escaping. She stood straight and waited. She didn't have to do anything else. She closed her eyes and relaxed. A loud hissing sound engulfed the room. She started peeing full force, her jeans getting dampened every second. A huge puddle started appearing on the floor. She had peed for about 30 seconds when she got a hold over herself. She grabbed her crotch and rushed out of the door, tears rolling down her eyes. Ryan looked at the visor: 75%. 'I need to do something about this boner.' He said, smiling a wicked smile.
Prachi almost broke the door of the toilet as she pushed it open. She ran into a cubicle and undid her jeans. She was about to pull down her panties when her pee started coming out again. She just sat on the toilet and relaxed. The hissing sound started again. If she had her eyes opened, she surely would have been shocked by the thickness of her stream. Even though she was embarrassed, the whole scenario had made her really horny and wanted to finger herself so bad. She waited for her stream to die down so that she could take care of the other business. |
I have been working on and off on this for many months. If it sounds jumpy and incoherent, that's why.
I also never actually wrote an ending for it. Please feel free to finish it for me.
As it says in the title, this is a fanfic for the Maximum Ride series (it takes place between the books Max and Angel... I think).
Also, sorry for the weird formatting. I pasted this from a word document and I don't feel like taking fifteen minutes out of my life to go and fix all 6 pages.
Please feel to comment and criticize, but leave out stuff along the lines of "damn dude, you're HORRIBLE at writing. Go get a life."
Chapter I:
My parents had arranged for us and afew of our human friends to go to Disney World. I felt like I was in a dream.Most people like having a vacation. But the rest of the flock and I just loved this vacation. Finally the worldseemed safe and we were, well, as free as birds.
I guess I should explain the birdreferences. The flock, Me (Max), Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel arerecombinants. Although we are mostly human, two percent of DNA is avian. Bird.We have crazy powers and physiologies (yeesh, thanks spell-check). For moredetails, read the rest of my books.
“Hold up,” said J.J. Her full nameis Jennifer Joy and she hates it. “You guys want to take the horse buggy?”
“Where does it go?” asked Sam.
“Just the other end of Main Street…I think,” replied Mr. Lazzara. J.J. and Sam had attended the same “school” wehad way back when were almost kid-bird?-napped by Anne. Mr. Lazzara had beenthe librarian before the school’s closure (see School’s Out Forever). As it turned out, Sam wasn’t in league withThem and I apologized to him. The number of apologies I’ve made so far in myentire life has finally made it to my other hand.
My father Jeb is a total jerk. Ohwait. I forgot Total didn’t I? He’s a black Scottie that can jump really high,has wings, and talks. Right now he’s tucked into his doggie jacket and itannoys him to no end. On the bright side, he still has Akila to occupy him.Akila is a pure white Malamute we met on our far too exciting escapades inAntarctica (see Final Warning).Anyways, back to my genetic family. I have a half-sister, Ella, and mom,Valencia. Everyone just calls her Dr. Martinez ‘cause she’s a vet. She getsalong really well with Mr. Lazzara. (He’s into research. She studies cuttingedge avian genetics. Go figure.)
Our latest goal has to crush globalwarming. That’s how my mom met Mr. Lazarra. He remembered me from school (notThe School) and was totally onboard with the whole CSM thing. He, Jeb, and Mombasically run the whole organization. We’re on a roll right now so everyonedecided to just chill for a bit.
Geez. I sound like Nudge. Normallyshe’s the one that rambles but I guess it’s important to get all thisbackground out of the way first. Back to good stuff.
Angel and I were roaming TomSawyer’s island. I wish we had one. The place was riddled with tunnels andunderground rooms. Rope swings adorned the trees and they even had a pontoonbridge.
It was really hot out. I wouldn’thave been surprised if someone was frying an egg on a flat stone somewhere. Wewere relaxing and walking along one of the shaded paths when I noticed Angelwas walking more slowly than usual. “You alright Angel?”
“Yeah,” she replied nonchalantly.“Actually, I could use a restroom.”
“I think there are some over by theFrontier Land train station.” We turned right and headed over the hill towardsthe boat station. As we waited in line, Angel grew more and more fidgety. “Whendoes the boat get here?” she whined. “I think it comes every fifteen minutes.”
Shenodded and curtseyed a few times. She moaned and gritted her teeth. A coupleminutes later, the boat arrived and we got on.
“Yeah,yeah,” Angel grumbled as the canned welcome speech was blasted throughout theboat. “Great, now we have to go all the way around the lake.” We leaned on therailing and gazed out at the water. I heard a loud tapping sound and realizedAngel was knocking her foot against the deck. We were catching up to a canoeand I saw her eyes light up. She cast a quick glance at me and then focused onthe canoe. I was very apprehensive at this point, Angel was not known for herself-restraint when it came to using her powers. Especially her ability to readto control minds.
“Angel,whatever you’re planning. Don’t”
“ButI can’t wait any longer,” replied Angel. She winced and squirmed. I could seeit was taking all she had not to hold herself.
“Onthe count of three!” yelled the canoe guide. “One, two, THREE!” What seemedlike a wall of water washed over me and Angel as everyone on canoe sprayedwater at the boat; right where we were leaning against the railing.
Angelsagged against the railing all the tension flowing out of her body. “Don’tworry, Max. We’ll dry out in no time.”
“Don’tever pull anything like that again,” I said glaring at her. But deep down Isympathized with her and was glad she was alright.
Chapter II:
Thesand was burning my feet off. The lines had gotten too long and the sun toohot, so the lot of us decided to go to the beach and the flock and I found thisbeautiful cove that was, for some reason, completely empty. I stood at thewater’s edge watching the others and smiling with happiness. Mr. Lazzara hadfound a surfboard rental shop and was now trying to teach Sam, Gazzy, and Iggyhow to surf. J.J. and Nudge were paddle boarding way off in the distancesurrounded by Angel and her entourage of sea-life. Mom and Jeb were setting uprefreshments on a giant picnic blanket.
“Look at me!” called Gazzy. Iglanced at him and saw that he had finally managed to stand without topplingover immediately. He had a huge grin on his face as he slid to a stop right infront of me. “That was awesome! Whydon’t you join us Max?”
“Fangand I were supposed to go swimming with Angel,” I replied. “But I can’t seem tofind him-” I whirled around to find Fang standing right behind me. “Stopcreeping up on me like that!” I protested. He grinned and said, “Let’s go findAngel.” We jumped into the air rising lazily on a thermal and waving to theothers below.
“They’reactually really far out,” said Fang. J.J. Nudge, and Angel were a couple milesout already and it didn’t look like they were turning around soon. We caught upwith them and Angel beckoned us down. I dove into the water and nearly crashedinto a sea turtle. That woulda’ hurt so bad. It was actually pretty coldconsidering we were down in Florida. “That’s because we made it to the deeperpart of the ocean,” said Angel. I grimaced. “Angel, please don’t read mythoughts.” Her only reply was to shrug. “There’s really not much out here,although I did manage to find a few friends.”
Onthe word “friends”, a couple sharks jumped out of the water and splashed Nudge,and J.J., completely freaking them out. “Not cool!” shrieked J.J. “Great. NowI’m cold.”
“Joinus in the water then,” said Angel smiling at J.J.
“Youguys watch my board,” said Nudge. “I’ll be back in a while.”
“Wait, where are you going?” I askedNudge as she was about to take-off.
“To find a restroom.” Nudge shotaway as though launched from a cannon.
Angel thought to me, “Nudge mustreally need to go to just leave her board behind.”
“Yeah,” I thought back.
“Cool, I’ll take it then,” said Fangalighting on the board and lying down. “You might want to try this sometime,”he commented to J.J. “It might help you get a tan.”
“More likely it’ll just dry me offfaster and give me sunburn,” replied J.J. lying on her board and closing hereyes. “That does feel really good though.”
I saw Angel grin sneakily. “There’sa pod of dolphins a little to the north. I’ll see if I can draw them over.” Shedived down and I followed her.
“Whatare you up to?” I gurgled at her. She pointed and I looked just in time for adolphin to clip me in the nose. I looked back at the boards and saw twodolphins knock Fang’s board up into the air.
Hetried to catch himself, but plunged straight into the water. We all laughed asFang rode up on a dolphin. The dolphin chirped. “He says ‘hi’ Fang.” Angelsmiled innocently up at him as he glared at her.
Wedrifted around waiting for Nudge, playing with the dolphins, and, in Angel’scase, riding sea turtles.
Chapter III:
Nudgereturned in flurry of feathers and tried to land on her board. She didn’t seemto realize it was upside down. “Hey, guys. There’s a boat out there and itsheading towards us. Fast.”
“I’llgo check it out,” said Fang taking off and showering with water. Nudge tried tofollow him. “Just stay with the others, I’ll only be a moment.”
Nudgejumped into the water, flipped her board right way up again and clambered backon. “It’s probably not anything dangerous, but I still think we should get outof the way. The guy’s going way too fast to steer away even if he sees us.”
Iclimbed up on the board next to Nudge and beckoned her to lean down. Iwhispered to her, “Did you make it?”
“No,”she admitted blushing. “The line was too long so I just went through my suitwhile using one of the outside showers.”
Iwinced in sympathy. J.J. paddled over and asked, “What are you guys talkingabout?”
BeforeI could make something up, Fang swooped in and landed next to where Angel wasplaying tag with a seal. “We’ve got a problem. We need to leave. Now.”
“Holdup,” I said. “What’s wrong?”
“Thatboat belongs to Chu Industries.”
Chapter IV:
Fearflooded my veins. “Angel, Nudge. Each of you grab a board. Fang and I’ll carryJ.J. back in case this turns nasty.”
Fangand I grabbed J.J. underneath each arm and despite her protests, hauled herback to shore closely followed by Angel and Nudge. Fang and I set J.J. downrelatively lightly. Nudge set down heavily with her board. Angel on the otherhand overshot and almost ran into a sign warning about the dangers of riptides.The others were gaping at us lounging around the food, of which, I was annoyedto see, there was none left. “What’s the rush? Someone get stung by a jellyfishagain?” asked Gazzy.
“No,but there’s a boat from Chu Industries headed right this way at high speed,” Ireplied causing some of them to jump. Gazzy and Iggy stared at me with horroron their faces. The three adults glanced at each other and then started packingas quickly as they could. “How do we know they’re after us?” asked Sam. “Maybethey have a legitimate reason for being here.”
“Legitimatereasons don’t shoot at you,” responded Fang shortly. He stretched his wing outso that we could see his missing feathers. “They’ve still got those sub-machineguns.
“Whichis why we want to evacuate as fast as possible,” commented Mr. Lazzara as hereturned from the car. “Help us pack this stuff away.” He picked up two of thesurfboards on his own and headed back to the car which was conveniently parkedon top of the cliff next to us.
“J.J.”said Sam. He snapped his fingers right in front of her eyes and she appeared tocome out of shock. “We need to get these boards back to the car.”
“Right,”came her panicked reply. The two of them grabbed the remaining boards andsprinted for the car closely followed by Akila and Total.
Iggyyelled at us frantically, “We gotta get outta here now. They sound reallyclose.”
“Right.We need to get over the cliff and maybe through that copse of trees.” Behind usthe motorboat was growing louder by the second.
“Jawohl.”Nudge and Gazzy were up first followed closely by Angel and Iggy. Fang and Iflew up beside each other. The wind whistled through our wings as bulletsstarted ricocheting off the cliff face. Unlike last time, no one was laughing.This was deadly serious.
Wecleared the cliff, we were going to make it. Another failed attempt by the idioticMr. Chu. But c’mon, this is me we’re talking about.
Chapter V:
Momentumcarried me over the cliff and I crashed through a bush scraping up my arms andlegs in the process. My wing was all shot up. Again. At least I was safe forthe moment, the m-geeks are actually pretty slow and they would have get uphere via the parking lot. On the downside, I needed a restroom. I mean really?Now? Why does this have to happen to me when I’m grounded with a bunch ofm-geeks after me?
Somethingbrushed against my wing causing me to instinctively try to fold it against myback. I sucked in a breath and clenched my hands in fists stifling my shriek ofpain.
“Max”. I looked up to find Fangbending over me in concern. I struggled slowly to my feet. I needed to move fast, and yet here I was lying on thefloor. Finally I was on my feet again. Fang mouth seemed to twitch as I roseand looked at him. “That’s my Max. Tough as nails. Now c-”. He stared at my shotup wing as I drew my wings in against my back as fast as the pain allowed. Iwas unpleasantly surprised to feel the blood dripping down my back. My bladdertwinged and I squirmed uncomfortably
“I’ll fly cover,” he said lofting upeasily and checking for enemies. “Follow me.” Then flew deeper into the woodsand I had no choice but to follow as fast as I could. We emerged a few minuteslater to find the rest of the flock waiting for us in front of a huge expanseof flat land. Since we only had what we took off in, we were all still stuck inour stupid bathing suits.
“Max, are you okay?” asked Iggy fromhis perch up in a tree. “Why aren’t you flying?”
“Wing’s busted,” I replied.
Iggy frowned. “How are you going toget back then?”
“We’ll carry her like you guyscarried me,” said Fang. “Get her other arm Iggy.”
Flying feels awesome, being carried…does not. All in all the trip back sucked as I spent the entire time trying notto imagine myself flapping uselessly until I formed a Max shaped crater in the groundbelow and ignoring the feeling of wet blood on my back.
Chapter VI:
The sun was setting and the sky wasa deep red. I was really woozy from loss of blood and was having troublestaying conscious. It was thus an unpleasant surprise to me when Fang and Iggythrust me through the window of the room Angel, Nudge, and I were sharing withmom and my sister Ella.
“You guys are back!” exclaimed Ellarushing over as Angel and Nudge clambered in through the window. Then shenoticed the blood. She called over her shoulder, “Mom, we need you. Now. Max ishurt.”
“Hurt? Hurt how?” asked Mom,grabbing a box from her bedside table as she entered from the adjoining livingroom. “Oh my.” I tried to rise from the floor but my head was spinning so muchI nearly fainted. Mom gently pushed me back down and started bandaging my wing.As mom finished wrapping my wing, she reminded Ella that we needed to leave assoon as possible. “We’re just staying the one more night and then leaving. Iwant all your stuff packed away.”
“Okay, Mom.”
Mom lay a blanket over me. “Max, I’m going toleave some water next to you, drink it when you wake up. Sleep tight.” I almostmissed that last part consciousness left me so fast.
I woke up in the middle of the nightwith an excruciating pain in my lower abdomen. I almost screamed, then Irecognized the face looking back at me. “What are you doing in here Fang?” Imoaned. I clutched at myself and it seemed to make the pressure more bearablebut I was still twitchy as all heck.
Hegave me one of his half smiles. “So you’re alright.”
“Actually,” I grimaced, “notentirely.” I tried to sit up but I the pressure increased so much I nearly lostit. “Help me up.” Fang disappeared from my vision. My heart rate quickened andI was aware of him gently sliding his arms under mine. But I was even morepainfully aware of how wet the floor was going to be if I didn’t get to therestroom quickly.
I stood leaning heavily against Fangmy legs knotting themselves in pretzels. He glanced down then raised hiseyebrow at me. Despite the seriousness of the situation I blushed furiously.“Just help me to the restroom.” Ever the gentleman, Fang helped me there andeven opened the door for me. I stepped in and heard the door snap shut behindme. I stood there a moment my feet tapping on the cold tiles taking deepbreaths and steeling myself. “Three seconds, just give me three seconds,” Ithought.
I manage to shrug my way out of mybathing suit. And yes, I made it.
I was just about to step out of therestroom when I realized something. I cracked the door open and poked my headout. “Fang? Could you um… hand me my clothes?”
“Sure, where?”
I looked into the room and realizedMom or Ella had packed it away. “Just give me the olive bag over there,” I saidgesticulating to the foot of the bed Angel was sleeping in. He brought it overto me and I quickly changed. I stepped out with a huge yawn. Fang watched as Idowned one of the many bottles of water mom wanted me to drink. “You know Ican’t take a spin with you tonight,” I told Fang as I got in bed with Angel.
“I know,” said Fang. “I was justchecking up on you. See you in the morning.” He went back to his room as I fellasleep again.
Chapter VII:
“We cannot fail again.” Three peoplesat in an office room around a circular desk. One of them leaned forwards.
“We won’t fail again, sir,” saidChu’s third in command stiffly.
“They can’t leave Florida or else.”Mr. Chu drew a line dramatically across his throat. “Chu Industries has a largeamount of political support and an office in Florida, but our presence in otherstates is nigh negligible and it would take too much time to try to extend ourinfluence in other states.
“We bribed the Coast Guard intopatrolling the waters for us. We have helicopters patrolling the northernborder,” said second in command.
“In addition to these moretraditional defenses, we also have barrage balloons,” interjected third incommand.
“Remember. Only the leader is to betouched. The board will not tolerate any collateral casualties.”
The others nodded and the meetingwas adjourned.
Chapter IX:
Normally I am a light sleeper, butnot that day. I woke up the next afternoon to find myself alone in the room. “Angel?”I called out. I was answered by a resounding silence. I looked around and sawthat the rest of the room was empty aside for the bottles on my bedside table.I downed another one, grabbed the rest, and stepped out the window taking aquick flight the guys’ room next door.
“Max!” The rest of the flock mobbedme in a giant group hug.
“We were so worried! How are youfeeling? Are you alright?” On and on and on. Thanks, Nudge.
“Where is everyone else?” I askedconcerned. Thoughts were racing through my mind of the horrible things thatmight be happening to them. “Oh they left early to scout ahead for us. We’resupposed to watch after you until you recover,” said Gazzy.
“Well I’m recovered enough, let’sblow this joint.”
“You should probably finish that waterfirst so you don’t have to carry it,” said Iggy. “You’re probably right.” Idowned another couple bottles and stuck the remainder in the oversized hoodie Iwas wearing to hide my wings. After a quick trip to the restroom I caught upwith the others who were hovering just outside the window.
“Where’s Fang?”
“Oh. He went to go get food. Youmust be famished.” I was, but since that appeared to have been taken care of Iignored my hunger.
“According to the others, ChuIndustries is attempting to trap us.” said Iggy. “There were border patrols andstuff. The guy in the booth mentioned that even the Coast Guard has beenmobilized.”
“They even have helis and balloons.I mean, seriously, what’s up with the balloons? Like those will even help.”Angel pulled a knot out of her hair.
“No idea, what’s the terrain likenorth of here?”
“Well…” said Nudge, “Fang thoughtthat it would be a good idea to fly to a heavily forested valley about fifteenminutes from here. We should be able to sneak past the heli patrols and theballoons.”
Fang returned loaded down with candybars. “Oh. Thanks Fang,” said eating a snickers in one bite. “Lead on. Let’sblow this joint.” |
Sorry this is a long time comin' folks...
The bus arrived righton time, which Kari was glad about. She wanted dearly to start on her day ofvengeance. At long last, Alissa Hawthorne would get her comeuppance. Shestepped onto the bus and took a seat next to a girl named Doreen. Doreen waspretty, with luscious black hair and startlingly green eyes, just as pretty asany of the cheerleaders. She and Kari weren’t exactly best friends, but she,like Kari, hated the cheerleaders for their arrogance and cruelty, so they sortof hung together with a common enemy. Actually, Doreen had helped Kari with her“accident-prone” nature, giving her a schedule for bathroom time to avoid anyhumiliating incidents. Doreen smiled slightly as Kari plunked down next to her.“Hiya, Kari”, she said, smiling. “Good thing it’s a field trip today… I had atest in Mrs. Thornton’s class that I totally blew off studying for.” Kari hadto laugh at this, because Doreen NEVER blew anything off. She was a straight-Astudent, probably the smartest in the school after Kari. They talked a bit howthe field trip was probably gonna be lame but how it was nice that they gotFriday off from school for it. As the bus pulled up into the parking lot forthe front entrance, Kari had something nagging at the back of her mind aboutDoreen, but she couldn’t quite place it, so she decided to leave it alone forthe time being. Walking into the school,she was so preoccupied that she didn’t even notice Ms. Thane, the principal,bustling past her in a beeline for the ladies’ room. She entered her class roomand sat in her usual seat at the front of the class, squinting a bit to keepthe honey-colored sunlight out of her eyes from the nearby window. While Ms.Roberts took role, Kari snuck a look behind her. Alissa was being her usualflirtatious self, repeatedly dropping her pencil as to give the boy on her leftan eyeful down her shirt and the one on her right, a full-frontal of her ampleass. “Alissa Hawthorne?” said Ms. Roberts in her sing-song voice. Alissa pausedher provocative pencil-grabbing long enough to look up at her teacher. “Yes’m?”she asked. Ms. Roberts frowned disapprovingly, and Kari knew that her teacherhad seen the way Alissa was flaunting her flesh. “I have put you in charge ofthe cooler for the trip, so you will be distributing the refreshments to theother students.” Alissa rolled her eyes. “Um, Ms. ROBerts, how am I supposed tokeep everyone’s morale up for this trip if I’m stuck doing menial labor?” Shegasped, as though she’d had a brilliant idea, which immediately made Kari groaninwardly. “Why don’t you get Kari to do it? I’m sure she’s great at this stuff,she never has anything better to do.” Ms. Roberts frowned again, and thenturned to Kari. “Would you be willing-“ “YES!” Kari said so suddenly evenAlissa was surprised. “I mean…sure, whatever…” Alissa smiled her trademarkpoisoned-honey smile, and Ms. Roberts gave the cooler to Kari. Kari couldhardly contain her glee. Alissa had not just given her the cooler, but controlover the severely shrunken bladders of her and every other girl that had beenmean to her. She checked the cooler to inspect what weapons of warfare she hadbeen provided with. The cooler was chock full of bottles after bottles of water,soda, grape juice, lattes (bottled lattes?) and apple juice. Oh yes, this wasgoing to be fun.As they all filed onto the bus, Kari passed most of the seats and took a windowseat at the back of the bus, as to have a good view of what was to come. As thebus rolled out of the school parking lot, Kari waited till she felt that thegirls’ bladders were dangerously far from any kind of relief before she startedhanding out the drinks. Bottle after bottle was guzzled as the girls laughedand talked and basically ignored Kari, which was fine by her. After a while, shebegan to wish that she could see how the liquid was progressing when shespotted the wizard in the seat next to her. She managed to stifle a yelp. Thewizard grinned and handed her a pair of normal looking glasses. “Just so youcan…see everything that’s going on.” He winked one of his piercing blue eyesand disappeared. Kari looked at the glasses. They felt normal when Kariexchanged her old ones for these new specs. They were even in her prescription.She looked around, and everything seemed normal, but she almost had to stifle agasp again. Every girl on the bus now looked as if they had a long tube runningdown their neck, connecting to two kidney bean looking organs and a pouch-lookingsac. With a gasp, Kari realized that she could see every girl’s bladder, andshe was pleased to see that they were filling quite nicely. Alissa herself wasfidgeting a bit. Her bladder was almost full, and she had a nice bulge in herabdomen. Kari was about to take them off when she noticed Ms. Roberts, sittingin the seat next to her, legs crossed, tapping her foot on the floor, andDoreen, who was squirming incessantly. Through her specs, she could see thatMs. Roberts’ bladder was filling rapidly, as was Doreen’s. Oh no! she thought furiously. Iforgot…the wizard shrunk EVERY girl’s bladder! Shit! Kari took off theglasses and shoved them in her pocket, and then she heard a groan from ahead.Gina, a Latina girl on the cheerleading squad that had been one of the girls tolock the bathroom door at school, had her hand on her stomach, and Kari wasdelighted to see how swollen it was. Looking around, she saw a blonde girl injeans and a t-shirt rub her peehole furiously, and another brunette bouncing upand down in the seat. “God, I have to pee so bad…why do I have to pee so bad, Ididn’t even drink that much… I hope we stop soon, I’m gonna wet myself!” sheheard some of the girls whisper, much to her delight. Doreen groaned nervouslyand sat with her legs pressed tightly together. “Ohhhh, man, Kari, I’ve gottago, REALLY bad…” Ms. Roberts, in the seat next to her, rubbed her backsympathetically. “We’ll be fine, sweetie…if it makes you feel any better, I’min pretty bad shape too…” The teacher drew a sharp breath, rocking back andforth.As the bus neared its destination, the level of desperation was reaching afever pitch. Even Kari was beginning to squirm now. Nervously, she put theglasses back on, and she was amazed at what she saw. Every bladder was round,bulbous and pulsing with pent up urine. “Ooooh, shit, Alissa, I…I can’t wait muchlonger!” Gina groaned. Alissa just shot her an annoyed look. “Shut up talkingabout it, you’re gonna make me pee myself?” she spat waspishly, shoving herhands between her legs and bouncing up and down. Doreen looked about ready topop. “Ohshitohshitohshit…” she breathed. Ms. Roberts was breathing hard. “Ifeel your pain, dear, I (oh) don’t think I’m going to make it…” Suddenly,Doreen bent down. “Hey, we can just use the bottles! They’re all plastic, wecan throw them away when we get there!” The girls all up and down the busturned around and began nodding assent, and there was a dull roar permeatedwith little “oh messes” and “oohs” and “ahhs” as the girls scrounged formakeshift pee receptacles. Suddenly, there was a sound of mass uncorking andsplatters of liquid on plastic, followed by a loud, collective groan as thegirls emptied their bursting bladders into the bottles. Doreen had her eyesclosed and her face slack with relief as she peed into her latte bottle. Ms.Roberts looked a little red, but an especially severe pang from her abdomenquickly made her decision for her. With trembling fingers, she quickly undidthe cap of the water bottle she was holding and thrust it under her skirts.Kari heard a small trickle, and then a loud patter as Ms. Roberts sighed inrelief. Kari was just about to do the same when she heard a voice loudlywhisper her name. “Kari!” It was Alissa Hawthorne. Her blue eyes danced withdesperation. One hand was buried beneath her skirt, the other on the seat. Karimerely looked at her, surprised that the great Alissa Hawthorne would DAREdeign to speak to Kari. “What?” she said, disdainfully. Alissa pursed her lips.“Are you gonna use that?” she whispered fervently, nodding her head at theempty bottle in Kari’s hand. Kari slowly shook her head, wondering if this wasgoing where she thought this was going. “C-can I have it? Please, Kari, I’mgonna burst!” she whined, her eyes welling with tears, stretching out her handtoward the bottle. “Please, I can’t…I can’t hold it any longer, Kari, please!” she bit her lower lip, shaking withthe effort of containing her long-held waters. To be continued.... |
Katara grinned toherself as Azula slumbered in her chains, spent from the past few hours’activities. Her ample ass was still a bit sweaty and it caught the firelightquite nicely, and it wiggled a bit as Azula slept. Katara placed her hand on Azula’sabdomen and closed her eyes. She sensed liquid, warm and acrid, brewing insideAzula. Katara grinned as she realized that Azula was subconsciously nursing a slowlygrowing lake of fresh urine in her bladder. She licked her lips, finding itimmensely difficult to tear her gaze from Azula’s sleeping form, and partlywishing that it was HER bladder holding Azula’s pee, but she shook her head andgot down to business. Suki would be here in about an hour to collect Azula, sothe place needed to look presentable. Using her bending, she was able to restoreall of the liquid back into the pot. She picked it up and walked through asmall corridor that led outside, not noticing Azula stir. She dumped thecontents of the pot out and lifted her arms, thrusting them out in front ofher. The pee rushed in a golden tidal wave down the dusty slope. Katara sighed,regretting having to waste pee that could very well be used to torture anybladder that she could force it into. She grinned to herself, knowing she wouldneed some more, and she knew exactly where to get it. The prison had neededguards for Azula’s cell, and Suki and her Kyoshi warriors had readily jumped tothe task. Katara was willing to bet now that they wished they hadn’t. Theywould be antsy by now, on duty for several hours without a break. Katara couldalmost picture them standing at attention, sweating profusely as theirabdomens, swollen with urine, stretched painfully against their uniforms. Thisvision made Katara nearly dizzy with excitement as she rushed inside to where theguards stationed.She looked around the fortress that she and her friends had been sent to inorder to attempt peace talks with the princess of the Fire Nation. Inactuality, it was more of a “this-is-what-we’re-going-to-do-so-just-stay-out-of-the-way”talk, but the formalities could not be overlooked. Katara walked over to theveranda where the guards were standing, stoic and unmoving. Katara walked byevery woman in the line, including Suki, who tried to smile, then grimaced likeshe had relaxed too much. Katara set the pot down with a clatter, and shesmiled as she saw some of the guards shift their weight from foot to foot. Katarawatched as they all looked at her expectantly, barely able to stand still, and,yes, Katara was right; every single one of them was sporting a bulging abdomen.Katara stood in front the waiting guards. “Suki, status report.” Suki steppedforward with difficulty. “We’ve been here all night, Katara, just as Zukoordered. No messages from the outside.” Katara smiled. “Good work, Suki. Now, Iassume that you all have been out here all this time, and could probably use abreak, right?” Suki looked around at her bursting band of warriors, and thenturned back to Katara. “I’ll be fine for a bit, but my girls have to pee likeracehorses.” Katara grinned then stepped back, gesturing Suki to the pot.“Well, then, have at it girls. Let it aaalllllll out.” A tall, black-hairedgirl was first in line as the warriors scrambled, pushing each other trying toget in line. She quickly tore down her dress and swung her leg over the pot.Katara stood beside the waiting warriors and watched her release a huge streamof pee into the pot as soon as her pussy was free of her panties, moaning asthe liquid splattered noisily into the makeshift toilet. The next girl in linewas hunched over with both hands clamped to her pussy, her painted face beadedin sweat. Behind her, a raven haired girl was pee dancing furiously, her fingersfumbling as she struggled to undo her dress straps. The third girl stood withher legs crossed tight, biting her lip, eyes watering, while behind her anothergirl was holding her crotch under a hugely bulging bladder. Then there wasanother brunette girl, like Suki, running on the spot and waggling her ass fromside to side while the next girl was rubbing her thighs together, lifting oneleg to press it against the other. Suki was last, and Katara saw that despitethe fact that her bladder HAD to be full, she didn’t look nearly as desperateas her comrades. Katara felt her nipples get rock-hard as she stared at the secondgirl dance around, wondering if she´d be able to make it. The first girl hadfinally emptied herself and emerged, glowing in the euphoria of release whilethe second warrior was already hoisting up her dress, revealing a perfect assthat she hung over the chamber pot just as a torrent of pee exploded from her.As she sighed in relief, Katara watched the other 5 girls double over almost inunison, each longing only to hang their bums over that blessed pot of relief.This went on for a bit, each girl’s dance of desperation getting more and morefrantic the closer she got to the pot and salvation from their burstingbladders. Finally it was Suki’s turn, who looked like she was in a prettydesperate stage now. But as she made her way to the pot, smiling giddily,already hiking up her dress and pulling aside her panties, Katara heard a voicefrom over the ramparts. “THE PRISONER HAS ESCAPED, I REPEAT, THE PRISONER HASESCAPED!” Katara’s blood turned to ice as she thought back to her evening withAzula, and then smacked her hand against her forehead. She had forgotten tohave Azula sedated again before leaving the chamber. She looked over at Suki,who was staring at her with open-mouthed horror, and Katara motioned for her tofollow. The two girls raced back to the corridor that led to Azula’s chambers.Katara flung open the door “Oh no…” The chains lay in a clattered heap on thefloor, and Azula was nowhere in sight. Suki and Katara rushed back out and intothe peace-talk room, where they found Azula in a chair, dressed in a fancyEarth Kingdom robe and Ty Lee next to her. Ty Lee smiled. “I caught her as shewas trying to make a break for it. Luckily, I was on patrol last night, withouta SINGLE break, mind you,” Katara took this moment to glance at Ty Lee’sabdomen, which protruded slightly. “I heard her break the chains, so I ran tothe prison and intercepted her, blocking her chi. Then took her back to herroom, and made her put on the dress. I figured the negotiations should probablyhappen now, before she tries again.” Katara smiled. “Thank you, Ty Lee...” shesaid. Ty Lee curtsied and left the room swiftly, no doubt to relieve herself ofa night’s accumulation of pee, Katara figured. Suki sat down opposite Azula. “Ok,Your Majesty…Sokka has drawn up some agreements that we believe will benefitboth parties greatly. Zuko hopes to retain the Fire Nation’s heritage andstanding amongst the nations, as long as hate crimes and unwarranted hostilitytowards other nationalities will cease.” Suki slid the papers toward Azula, wholooked down at them disdainfully. She then glanced up at Katara. Katara rubbedher abdomen, pointed at Suki, and then winked at Azula before leaving the room,all beyond Suki’s knowledge. A smile crept across Azula’s face. “Hmm…Yes, theseseem like very cogent and reasonable proposals, but, I’m not sure if I canaccept them.” Suki looked up at her, frowning. She had hoped that the princesswould be cooperative. She really needed this meeting to be short, since shenever got her turn over the chamber pot. “U-Um, well, if you’ll look atparagraph three, I think you’ll see that we’ve taken great lengths to-” Azulacut her off. “Make it so the Fire Nation will no longer be a threat to theworld?” she asked calmly, still grinning. Suki wasn’t sure if she liked the wayAzula was looking at her. “W-well, not necessarily, we still want you all to beab-” Azula cut her off again. “Were you one of the women guarding my cell, Suki?”Suki decided at this point that she’d better just go along with whatever Azula wanted,so she could get out of here, find a bathroom, then tell Katara about whathappened. “Yes, yes I was…” Suki replied. Azula smiled. “So, with me being ahigh-risk prisoner and all, I guess you had to stay there for a while, huh?”Suki swallowed, not sure where this was going. “Um…yes, I did. I was there allnight.” Azula scooted her chair closer. “All night, hmm…without a single break?”Suki just blinked. “O-oh, well, I-” Azula smiled wider. “Tell me, Suki, whenwas the last time you…took care of this?” Suki flinched as she felt a hand onher swollen abdomen. Azula clucked her tongue sympathetically. “Oh, so the bigbad Kyoshi warrior needs a wee-wee, does she?” Suki felt anger seeping into herstomach. “I’m fine, Azula,” she stated grimly. Azula’s eyes widened with mocksurprise. “Oh…so you don’t mind if I do…this?” She pressed her palm down intoSuki’s abdomen. Suki lurched forward as her brimmingly full bladder wascompressed, causing her nearly to lose a spurt. “D-don’t do that…” Sukigroaned. Azula’s lips parted, revealing her pearly white teeth. “Don’t worry,Suki…I’m in the same boat, I can admit it…” Suki felt her wrist being grabbedand placed on Azula’s smooth skin, right on her abdomen, which was nearly as swollenas Suki’s. Suki felt a tingle in her womanhood that had nothing to do withdesperation. Azula’s smile softened. She looked to the window next to them andnodded. Suki was too busy rubbing Azula’s abdomen to notice Katara waving oneof her hands. Azula looked under the table where a small bucket of urine sat.She looked up at Suki. “You might wanna lift up your dress so it won’t get wet.”Suki looked up at her. “What?” Azula merely smiled, spread her legs, lifted herskirts and pulled aside her panties. Suki had no idea what was going on, untilshe saw what looked like a liquid snake slithering into Azula’s urethra. Sukiducked under the table and saw the bucket, and some of the liquid in it disappearinginto the folds of Azula’s labia. She looked up. Azula smiled again. “Go on,spread your legs, let it in.” Suki nervously spread her legs and pulled asideher panties, and at once, she felt a jet of liquid surge up her urethra intoher already full bladder. She gasped with pleasure. The feeling was so…erotic. Shelooked up just in time to see Azula’s lips come crashing against hers. Suki’seyes widened, then slowly began to close as she parted her lips to admit Azula’stongue. She slowly began to move her hand toward Azula’s panty-less crotch,spreading her legs once again to allow Azula’s fingers near her soaking,simmering pit…To be continued…. |
The Morning Marathon
Time: Morning/Breakfast
Characters: Ryoma, Nanjiroh, and Ryoga
Warnings: Only Desperation, No wetting, and abrupt ending
When Ryoma woke up, the first thing he realized was that it was the first day of school and, that he was absolutely dying for a pee. His bladder always seemed to be uncomfortably full to bursting in the mornings, and it seemed today was a ‘bursting’ day. Quickly shaking away the sleep, Ryoma threw off the covers and jumped off his bedside. A startling pressure in his lower stomach made him pause, and a wave of desperation shot through him.
He twisted forward, his blue-pajama clad thighs instinctively squeezing together.
Straightening up, Ryoma tried to take another step, but was shocked when a hot jet of pee streamed out. He gasped and jammed his hands between his legs. The pressure was incredible and he found himself squirming like mad to regain control. Once slightly more composed, Ryoma dashed to his bathroom. To his dismay, he found it firmly locked. His older brother was taking a shower inside. The sound of running water only added to Ryoma’s desperation.
Ryoma moaned and crossed his legs tightly. He banged furiously on the door.
“Nii-san, get out, hurry!”
There was no response and Ryoma knew with dread that his brother couldn’t hear him because of the loud shower and air ventilation system. Ryoma breathed deeply and gave his crotch a hard squeeze, before making his way to the bathroom downstairs. His bladder throbbed and begged to release it’s load, but Ryoma refrained. The problem was, the downstairs bathroom had a broken toilet, so the only one that worked was the upstairs one.
Ryoma shuddered and squeezed his crossed legs closer together as he spread the toothpaste on his brush.
As he brushed his teeth, he couldn’t help but march on the spot, pulling his knees abruptly to his chest. He hoped once he was showered and dressed, his brother was out of the bathroom, because Ryoma wasn’t so sure if he could hold it much longer. As if on cue, a wave of desperation washed over his entire body, and he abruptly dropped his toothbrush and dug his knuckles deep into his crotch.
He bit his lip and bounced on the spot for a moment. He had never woken up with such an intense desire to pee before.
After Ryoma gained a fraction of control, he carefully removed his hands, stripped, and stepped into the shower. He gritted his teeth before wearily turning the shower on. The moment the hot water spilled over his porcelain skin, Ryoma’s bladder pulsed and pushed, pee trying to squeeze out. Ryoma moaned and buried his hands in his crotch. This was all Ryoga’s fault. If his brother hadn’t been occupying the only bathroom with a toilet- Ryoma stopped mid-thought and rocked on the heels of his feet, trying to hold back the fluids inside of him.
With the water dripping over his body, it was extremely hard to try not to pee.
Ryoma quickly washed himself, one hand in his crotch, the other taking the soap, shampoo etc. All the while, he couldn’t help but release a small spurt. He moaned and crossed his legs tightly, before reaching over and grabbing his towel. Once he dried himself off, he pulled on his black trousers and fitted his belt. He groaned as his belt squeezed his overfull bladder, and he knocked his knees together, trying to hold back the impending flood.
He didn’t bother to comb his hair as he ran upstairs to go and finally relieve himself.
To his horror, when he burst into the room, the shower was still running. Ryoma squeezed his eyes shut and buried his hands deep in the crotch of his pants. He squirmed, shifting his weight from foot to foot. With slow movements, Ryoma banged on the door.
“Nii-san, nngh…open up!”
No response. Ryoma thrust his hips desperately as a little bit of pee crept out. He was on the very edge; the fluids inside of him brimming to escape.
“Nii-san, I can’t…” Ryoma moaned, “I can’t hold it.”
It was his obvious his attempts were futile, as Ryoga was obviously having a very long, relaxing shower. His older brother liked to shower with music on, so he probably had on his water-proof ear buds, blown up to the max. Ryoma was about to try knocking again when his father’s voice rang loudly in his ears.
“Yo, seishounen, breakfast is ready!”
Ryoma clenched his thighs and resolved to wait a bit longer. He took small steps down the stairwell. His hand hovered about his crotch, aching to cram itself deep inside, but Ryoma was too embarrassed to do so. When he got downstairs, his father was reading his porn magazines as usual. He looked up when his son walked in.
“Mornin’, seishounen,”
“Mornin’,” Ryoma replied in his usual apathetic voice. However, his insides were panicking. He badly wanted to hold himself, but could only cross his legs tightly as he took a seat. His father, still mesmerized in his magazine, merely shoved a large glass of OJ and a slice of toast in his direction. Ryoma’s bladder throbbed in protest as he took a long gulp of his OJ, and he discretely buried a hand between his legs under the table – he was sure his father couldn’t see him under there. He was literally about to burst!
His tight belt pressed hard on his bladder, giving it no room to expand for the OJ. Ryoma bent forward and breathed heavily, trying to hold it all in.
“You alright?” Nanjiroh asked when he saw the tense expression on Ryoma’s face. Startled, Ryoma’s hand shot out of his crotch and he jiggled up and down to regain control without his hands.
“Fine,” Ryoma said, and he bit his lip. He took another chug of his OJ to distract himself, but as he drank it, his bladder pulsed wildly, as if it knew more fluids were soon going to enter. Ryoma moaned loudly, momentarily forgetting his father was there. He plunged both his hands deep in his crotch. A small squirt escaped into his boxers and Ryoma squirmed to stop the rest of the flow that was beckoning to follow.
“Uh…kiddo,” Nanjiroh said awkwardly. He blinked in disbelief for a moment, before smiling sympathetically. “Do you need to pee?”
Just the word ‘pee’ sent a desperate sensation over Ryoma’s body. He closed his eyes and bobbed up and down.
“I - ohhhh,” Ryoma groaned and doubled over. His stomach had stopped sloshing, which meant the OJ was rapidly filling into his overfull bladder, and with his tight belt refusing additional space, Ryoma’s bladder tried to release itself. Ryoma shuddered with agony. Nanjiroh stared at him.
“Buddy, why don’t you just go? Or, as a matter of fact, why didn’t you go this morning when you woke up?”
“Nii-san,” Ryoma said breathlessly, and he abruptly stood up. He immediately crossed his legs tightly, pushing one hand deep into the crotch of his black trousers. He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet. ”Nii-san, in bathroom, taking long shower…”
Nanjiroh couldn’t believe what he was hearing or seeing. His little boy, Echizen Ryoma, who was always calm, was holding himself like a small kid. Nanjiroh chuckled.
“Go check again, he should be out by now.”
Ryoma didn’t need to be told twice. His bladder pushed downwards from the additional pressure and Ryoma pushed his thighs together, awkwardly walking up the stairs. One hand stayed firmly jammed in his crotch, while the other occasionally slipped in on particularly desperate throbs. When he reached his bedroom, his bladder nearly released it’s load since he was so close to the relief he so desperately craved.
Ryoma buckled to his knees and pressed his hands deep into his crotch, trying to hold on for a moment longer.
His brother was still in the shower! Tears filled Ryoma’s large golden eyes, and his entire body trembled from the effort of holding back his pee.
“Nii-san,” he begged through tears, his voice breaking, “Hurry. I can’t – can’t hold it in anymore…”
He banged furiously on the door, and his bladder once again pushed downwards. A spurt forced itself out and Ryoma moaned, squirming on the ground. He had to hold it all back, but it was so hard. Just as Ryoma was going to give up, the bathroom door slowly creaked open. Ryoga popped out, hair wet, smelling freshly of cologne. His mouth dropped open when he saw the sight of his little brother. Ryoma was sitting on the ground with his knees tucked to his chest, both hands crammed in his crotch as he struggled to hold back his pee.
“Help,” Ryoma gasped, “Can’t hold it anymore…”
“Oh…oh, Chibisuke,” Ryoga said, feeling awful. He had never seen his little bro in such a desperate state before, and it was clear the boy was absolutely dying for a pee. Ryoga crouched down and gently lifted Ryoma’s small, shaking frame into his arms. Ryoma squirmed and wriggled in his brother’s arms, trying to hold on for just a second longer. He was full to the brim and he knew his bladder was on the verge of exploding out it’s contents.
Ryoga hurriedly went into the bathroom, and placed his little brother in front of the urinal. Ryoma crossed his legs tightly and squirmed around.
“Belt,” he choked out, and squatted down with his knees pressed together. “My-my belt!”
“Oh – oh, right!” Ryoga quickly bent down to unbuckle Ryoma’s belt. Ryoga could see Ryoma’s bladder protruding at least two inches from his normally slim-flat stomach.‘He must be so full’ Ryoga thought. Ryoma shifted from foot to foot, hands jammed in his crotch deep, squeezing his thighs for all it was worth.
A long stream shot out.
“Hurry,” Ryoma moaned.
Ryoga fumbled for the belt, before he finally managed to unbuckle it. Ryoma ripped down his zipper, and another spurt followed. Ryoma hissed, before he threw his head back, preparing to release.
The End. |
(MALE DESPERATON, NO WETTING!)
Echizen Ryoma squirmed on the smooth covers, every inch of his body begging to release the pee inside of him. He felt like he was holding a large lake inside his overfull bladder, and at the thought, he moaned and squeezed his crotch tightly with both hands. He couldn't believe what his stupid boyfriend was doing, accidentally locking both bathrooms like this. Ryoma writhed on the bed, his thighs squeezed together as tightly as humanly possible, his legs permanently crossed. He most definitely regretted drinking that extra large milkshake, along with those two water bottles - but, it was Momoshiro's fault! His boyfriend had insisted he drink, apparently concerned about his dehydration on such a hot day.
Momoshiro loomed over top of him, a grin on his face, his violet eyes dancing with excitement. "So hot," he whispered under his breath, watching as Ryoma squeezed himself tightly.
Ryoma moaned, "You think this is hot? I'm going to wet the bed any second now!"
Momoshiro's smile grew at the thought of the hot urine spilling over Ryoma's slender thighs, wetting the entire bed. He would have loved to see Ryoma have an accident, but Momoshiro was too nice to give into his desires. He knew Ryoma would be embarrassed beyond belief if he wet himself, so Momoshiro's plan was to let him go the very last minute, when he just couldn't hold on any longer. Momoshiro's lips quirked as he watched Ryoma roll over to his side, pushing his legs together tightly, both hands still permanently jammed between his thighs.
"Echizen," Momoshiro breathed huskily. "I just wanted to tell you, I find it really, really sexy that you have to pee like this."
Ryoma blinked at his boyfriend in disbelief - this was definitely new. He didn't know Momoshiro was into pee desperation or whatever. Before the boy could dwell on it, however, a strong urge, stronger than any ones he'd had so far, took over his body. He moaned in agony as a small squirt escaped into his boxers. With determination, Ryoma held his crotch even tighter, resolving not to let anymore out. He shifted on the bed.
"Momo-senpai..." he whimpered, clutching the front of his black shorts tightly. "When did you say the people were coming to unlock the bathroom?"
Momoshiro paused for a moment, and a guilty look appeared on his face. He touched the key around his neck, and bit his lip. "Um, actually Echizen, I - uh - locked the bathrooms on purpose. I wanted to see you desperate and...well, I knew you would never willingly do it for me, but I really wanted to see it just once, you know? I know, I'm a horrible boyfriend, but gaah, you're just so cute when you're bursting to pee..."
Momoshiro trailed off as he noticed Ryoma was glaring at him darkly, gold eyes flashing with irritation. "I can't believe you," he snapped, but before he could scold his boyfriend further, Ryoma suddenly made an odd noise and cursed, curling himself into a ball and shuddering. His whole body trembled from the effort of holding it all in. Momoshiro saw a trickle of pee slide down Ryoma's leg, and knew the boy was on the verge of losing it.
"Echizen-"
"Momo-senpai," the boy shivered all over, and squeezed himself for all it was worth. Another long spurt escaped, and he moaned. "Unlock the freaking bathroom now! I don't wanna have an accident!"
Momoshiro froze, his lips parted slightly. He knew he had promised himself he would unlock the bathroom when Ryoma was on the verge of losing it, but as his boyfriend lay there squirming, he felt like he couldn't move. He just wanted to keep watching him, the way he would twist and moan sexily. And so, Momoshiro just stared at Ryoma with wide eyes, watching as another long stream escaped through Ryoma's shorts and down his legs.
"Momo-senpai," Ryoma begged, and he pushed his quivering thighs together even harder, his hand buried in between. "Please unlock it, I - ohh, I c-can't..."
Momoshiro snapped out of his daze as he saw tears forming in Ryoma's eyes from the pressure of holding everything back. He shook his head and quickly caressed the tears with his thumb. "Don't cry Echizen, please, don't cry..." If there was one thing Momoshiro had a weakness to, it was his boyfriend in pain. Even though it was beyond hot to see Ryoma squirm, he never, ever wanted Ryoma to be pain.
"Okay, okay, I'll unlock it..." he whispered, and Ryoma only shuddered in response.
Momoshiro carefully scooped Ryoma into the arms, knowing he was beyond walking. Ryoma squirmed and wriggled in his arms, trying to hold on for just a second longer. Momoshiro could see how hard he was clutching the front of his shorts, and he bit his lip, because he hoped it didn't hurt how hard he was holding. Momoshiro sighed as he fumbled for his key to unlock the door. He could hear each of Ryoma's pronounced whimpers and moans, and he knew he was 'this' close to losing it.
"Hurry, hurry...I can't..."
Ryoma coiled as more pee shot out. He pulled at the waistband of his shorts and gripped himself through his boxers instead, watching as Momoshiro unlocked the front door. The sight of the toilet was almost too much for Ryoma, and he let out a loud groan as his bladder pushed and throbbed to release. Momoshiro gently set him down in front of the toilet, and Ryoma removed his hands rapidly to pull down his shorts.
Pee splattered onto the tile floor and Ryoma quickly aimed for the toilet bowl, his whole body shuddering with relief. "Oh. My. God. This feels so gooo-oood," he threw his head back and relaxed as pee streamed out, hard and furious. Momoshiro watched in awe as the clear liquid gushed out, the stream never dying down for a second.
"Woah, it's like the Niagara falls," Momoshiro exclaimed.
Ryoma snapped, "Shut up! This is your fault!"
Momoshiro just grinned, still fascinated by how hard Ryoma was peeing. Eventually, after a long time, Ryoma's stream trickled to a stop. Ryoma just stood there, breathing heavily after that long holding session. His bladder ached a bit from being so full, but Ryoma could care less at this point. He was free, and relieved, and that was all he cared about. He never, ever wanted to experience needing to pee so badly again. At the thought, his eyebrows knotted angrily and he whipped around to face his boyfriend.
"You!" Ryoma declared, gold eyes furious. "This is absolutely all your fault. How could you lock the bathrooms on me? You knew I needed to go badly!"
"I'm into it, okay?" Momoshiro said weakly, holding up his hands. "I won't do it that much..."
Ryoma blinked at him in bewilderment. "You won't do it that much? You're never doing it again!"
Momoshiro just smiled brightly, patting the cute boy on the head. Honestly, he got even more cuter when he was mad, because he tried to seem all angry, but he actually ended up pouting. If there was one thing Momoshiro knew, he was most definitely doing that again. Not for a little while, but when Ryoma was caught off guard, he would make sure the boy was desperate to pee. Since Ryoma had a pride and hated being embarrassed, he wouldn't go as far to make him have an accident, but definitely desperate...
"We'll just see about that," Momoshiro whispered, kissing him lightly on the cheek. Ryoma blushed, still furious, "You're so weird, Momo-senpai!"
"And yet you love me," Momoshiro sang in reply.
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Hey gang, here is my second story. I hope you understand the flashback changes. It's mostly true. If you have a trustworthy partner, tell him or her about your fetish!
“Tell me a story,” John said.
He had recently come out to his girlfriend Laura about his omorashi fetish. To her surprise, Laura had found that she shared in it – or atleast, she found aspects to like. She loved how much it turned John on, and sometimes, like now, she found that having a full bladder added an urgency anda delightful new sensation to sex.
John was on top of her, thrusting into her gently. Laura needed to pee badly, but the weight of her full bladder, combined with John’s bulk inside of her, created an amazing sensation in her vagina.
“Mmm, Ok,” she said, fluttering her green eyes, her bangs falling across her forehead. “One time in college I was riding home fromvacation with my family and I had to pee really bad in the car.”
John made a low sound. He approved. Laura kept going.
“We had lunch before we left and for some reason I drank a lot of water in the restaurant. Then we were driving and all of a sudden I hadto pee, and it – MMM!”
Laura remembered it all: the pain, the rising panic that matched the swelling in her bladder as mile after mile rolled by with no hopeof relief forthcoming. She remembered desperately bouncing her legs around and the cold fear that she would flood her panties right in front of her family.
“mmm, I can’t!” she exclaimed, shutting her eyes tight. Just thinking about this experience made her current bladder situation almostunbearable.
“Please. Try,” John said. Laura continued.
“Right when we crossed the state line, all of a sudden I had to pee really, really bad. It kept getting worse and worse until I felt like I was gonna’ explode and flood my panties…”
Laura remembered the pressure that seemed to increase exponentially by the minute. There were no rest areas between here and home, her father said.
“I had to keep moving my legs around to stop it from coming out.”
Laura bounced her legs, squeezed and scissored her thighs for what felt like an eternity. Her skirt began to ride up her thighs. She could acutely feel her little black panties bunched against her aching, straining vagina.
She was tortured by all the usual fantasies suffered by a woman stuck in traffic with a full bladder: a rest area, a port-a-potty, being alonein a field even, being able to collapse onto a toilet and just PEE. If she were driving by herself or with friends, she would have pulled over and franticallydragged her panties down for an emergency pee on the roadside.
“Laura, stop acting like a little girl,” her mother scolded.
“I’m sorry, I just really have to go,” she replied.
Underneath John, in the present, Laura remembered the embarrassmentshe felt.
And then she confessed in a low voice, a little ashamed: “I had to put my hand under my butt to help keep it in.”
Laura HAD to hold herself to keep her flood from pouring out, but she didn’t dare do it in front of her family. She had to be discreet. She lifted her butt just slightly and sat on her hand, advancing her fingers past her crack and the roundness of her cheeks to find her pee hole. The whole area felt unusually hot and damp with sweat.
Laura ground her fingers into her pussy as hard as she could and crushed her thighs together. She could feel muscles starting to spasm inher legs.
“And then I…I…”
Laura remembered the burning sensation from deep inside her pelvis. It rose and rose while she sucked hard on her lip and screwed her eyesshut tight. The stinging sensation seemed to travel downward and down the length of her urethra. Suddenly her fingers felt wet.
“I leaked a little,” she said to John softly. He gasped as his penis quivered.
‘NO NO NO NO!’ Laura thought then, trapped in the car and about to flood the seat. The family car pulled into her neighborhood.
There were no more cogent thoughts now, just a fierce struggle to overcome her body’s urges. Her body was about to win.
‘Dad, please hurry,’ she said. She used her free hand to undo her seatbelt, ready to bolt into the house in a desperate race to reach the toilet in time. It was going to be a photo finish.
The car pulled into the garage and Laura opened her car door before it was even fully stopped. She was mortified that her family waswitnessing this, but there was nothing she could do. The alternative would be worse.
Laura hobbled around the car to the door leading into the house, half bent over and taking tiny steps. She could barely keep her eyes open because she wanted to keep them shut tight, scrunched up in agony like the rest of her reddened, sweaty face.
Her mother unlocked the house door as Laura bounced up and down in embarrassment and despair. She was positive she was going to pour herbladder out onto the garage floor right there.
Laura collapsed against the door as it opened, beelining for the first floor bathroom as her mother turned off the burglar alarm. Its blare was like a soundtrack, a tangible, real-world sound to match her body’s own screaming alarms.
Laura was tugging her skirt up as she ran into the bathroom. Her firm, round butt cheeks and the little wet spot on her panties would havebeen visible to anyone looking. She kicked the door closed behind her. She was snorting through her nose throughout her run, and this turned into a whimper when she saw the toilet. There were tears in her eyes.
“I lifted up my skirt and pulled my panties down, and it just POURED out of me,” Laura purred. “It felt SOOO GOOOD that I moaned.”
Laura felt a stinging heat in her crotch as her bladder emptied with a vengeance. Her feet tapped on the floor. She had barely made it.
“I peed and I peed and I peed,” Laura said to John dreamily. She stopped thrusting her hips and lay still. “…and I peeed… and I peed and Ipeeeed.” Her eyes were closed as she remembered the surging relief. Her butt began to grind into the mattress. John could have sworn he felt a quick spurtof warm wetness against his leg. Laura gasped.
“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed. Her eyes were wide as if in shock. “I can’t hold it! I’m gonna’ pee my pants!”
Thinking about her past relief had been too much. Now Laura’s bladder was about to explode.
“You’re not wearing pants,” John said teasingly.
“Well then I’m about to pee all over you,” Laura cried. “Please let me go, PLEASE!”
It was too much for John. As he lay on top of her, he felt his member spasm in ecstasy as he came. For all her bladder agony, Laura waspleased to see her lover happy, pleased to have this effect on him, but soon all she could think about was getting to a toilet and avoiding a mess.
John pulled out of her and as soon as he did, Laura grabbed her naked crotch with both hands. She rolled forward at the waist, bending almostdouble, kicking her legs and whining.
She used the momentum to carry herself into a standing position, but she stood only about two thirds of her full height. She continuedto hold her crotch and stamped her feet, jiggling her naked breasts and buttocks.
Although none of John’s roommates were home, Laura insisted on wrapping herself in a towel for her run to the toilet. Once she was wrapped, Laura began to take small, delicate steps out of the bedroom and down the hall. Her arms were doubled across her abdomen, holding the towel up and providing abit of a psychological relief from her punishing need.
Halfway down the hall that led to the little bathroom, Laura stopped, bent double and whimpered again. Another spurt had escaped and hit thetowel.
“What’s wrong?” John asked, absolutely in heaven.
Laura stared fixedly at the ground. She was willing to do this for John but was still a little embarrassed. “Nothing,” she said, as shefought to get her body back under control.
It occurred to her that from here on out, there would be no control. She was about to pee. A lot. She began to run with stiff little shuffle steps toward her salvation.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she intoned like a mantra, a chant to keep her dry as she closed the distance to the toilet.
John turned the bathroom light on for her and Laura dashed toward the toilet. She tore the towel from around her.
“Mmm, hold this,” she groaned, thrusting the towel toward John. He caught it in mid-air as Laura simply dropped it in a rush.
She collapsed onto the toilet, her naked butt making a soft, plump sound as it struck the porcelain. Her whole body sagged and relaxed as she sighed deeply, but no pee came.
“I thought you had to go?” John asked, teasingly.
“I DO but it takes a second to come out someti-AH!”
A sharp burst of pee shot out of Laura’s vagina and hissed into the bowl. Then another. Then she was peeing with great, splashing, splattering force.
She doubled over at first, groaning with delight, then sat up and spread her legs for John’s benefit. He saw Laura’s powerful white stream spraying fiercely out of from her closely shaved hair.
“Oh my GOD that feels so GOOD!” Laura said. She had meant to exaggerate for John’s benefit, but found that she was sincere. She was really enjoying this!
As the last drops trickled out of her, Laura felt a new sensation: an incredible heat and sexual energy between her legs. She could barely help herself; she plunged her right hand in between her slippery wet lips and began to rub.
The effect was immediate. She was really turned on by this! Laura lay back fully on the toilet, spreading her legs out and lolling her head back.Her teeth were barred and her breath came out in short exhalations. Her left hand played with one hard nipple. John heard the sound of a single water dropfalling into the toilet bowl. Laura’s pussy was soaking wet, but not from pee this time.
“mmm, MMM Ohhhh AHH!” Laura cried as her orgasm was upon her. Her cries echoed in the small space of the bathroom. Her hips rocked and her butt bounced on the toilet seat as she was overcome with pleasure. Her naked feet tapped against the cold tile of the bathroom floor.
And then came the familiar post-orgasmic bliss. Exhausted, she sagged on the toilet seat and sighed. She dried her vagina, deposited the paper, and flushed the toilet.
She turned her sweating and flushed face to John, her eyes shining with pleasure.
“OK, MAYBE there’s something to this,” she said. |
I have been determaining on releasing this Omorashi seeing that technically it's my first that I wrote. Through the Splinter Cell Series, I always thought "Why doesn't Sam ever" kind of situation... One lead to this. Short, sweet, and hopefully entertaining. Enjoy!
~Silver Jackal
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It must have been raining, hard, but what was Sam to to? His mission was simple. Hugo Lacerda would surely die. I shouldn't screw up.. he wasn't at the lighthouse. I am certain that this time he needs to die.Giving a quick look around, Sam noticed that there were two that he could assault from the darkness. For this he smiled, it was something he quite enjoyed. Not in for the kill all the time. Sam took a big breath, at least the night was nicer than standing in the rain.As he grabbed his first victim. A normal reaction. The man was scared to death, who wouldn't? "How many on board?" The man wouldn't easily give up the number to the roster. Sam saw it was wasting time. He choked the man, making sure that he wouldn't run off and tell others of his whereabouts.Sneaking past the other one, he started heading down into where the cargo would possibly be. One slip up and the alarm could alert everyone on board and being on a ship, it would be harder to get away and wipe clean the slate.Heading just on past a set of stairs, Sam spotted an alarm. What luck. This would mean... His head looked off to the right, there was someone that was patrolling just up ahead. With a quick move, Sam slit the throat of the mercenary. It was noticeable that he wasn't like the other crew on the ship.It was then as Sam dropped through the cargo hold that it hit him. His bladder actually started filling up. I should have went when I had a chance, now it's going to me on my mind all night. Squirming a bit to get it off his mind, he knew it would be quite difficult. What was worse? Sam had a stealth suit. Damn it.. this isn't good.Running into the back cargo, Sam knew he had to pee, but the mission was important. "Sam, there are some illegal weapon creates. Can place trackers on them so that we can know their destination?" Sam agreed. "All right, I'll do my best."As Sam bent over to place the tracker on the crate, he hesitated. There was a spasm from his bladder. No.. no no.. not again. Maybe it was a cruel thought. Maybe this was worse than I believed. Sam placed the tracker quickly, soon grabbing his dick the best he could through his now tightening stealth suit.Focusing on the rest of the cargo, Sam knew that climbing the crates was making it harder on his bladder. Swearing to himself was getting worse. "Sam, there's something you need to be informed of...""Yeah? What is it you forgot to mention?""There are some lower areas that are flooding. You'll need to decompress the water through the pumps if you need to retrieve the tracking information."Sam keeled over. That's what he didn't need to hear at the moment. Why did this ship have to be flooding? "You're telling me that you decided to place me on a sinking ship?""Don't worry, if you take care of the pump, there should be a way to get into the flooded corridor."Sam swore under his breath. "You got it."As Sam climbed the ladder, his thoughts and ears settled upon the flowing and gushing water from the closed door. This made him focus on his bladder again. This isn't the time to focus on that! He was getting fidgety. Something was deliberately wrong now, it would only be a matter of time before he would burst himself.Come on Sam, focus. Focus... His dick was throbbing by now, it wouldn't be long before his suit would become more tight. To give some delay until he would find a bathroom. Having a tight suit also wasn't helping one bit. The more he would need to move, the worse it would get.Heading into the nearest door to the right, he entered a crawl space as a man seemed to be sawing up a few things, what that would be was irrelevant. As Sam entered the air duct, his bladder was being pressed against. Making my situation worse. Just great.Sam entered the area seeing that it was the pump room. "Bingo. No just to...What..??" His bladder gave another spread of desperation. He grabbed his dick again, needed to keel over. God, not now, please not now.. PLEASE. There was a small throb again. Groping his dick wasn't helping at all at this point. The burning sting on pee was trying to make itself to surface.Holding back all he could, he examined the room to see there was two people patrolling around. Sam knew he couldn't concentrate, he grabbed on to himself harder as he grabbed his SC Pistol. Just a couple headshots and he could continue. Keeling over even more, he knew his bladder couldn't take anymore. Need... NO NO.. I don't need to. I can hold it for a while until. Another throb broke his concentration.Sweat started to form on his face. Inhailing and exhaling, Sam sniped both of them. Sliding down a nearby ladder and turning on the pump, there was a sound, identifying that the room was ready. Making his way up to the vent and on through, it was soon that Sam found himself losing at the moment. His bladder couldn't take it as it wanted relief.Doubling in pain, Sam grabbed himself again. Damn it. He thought. Out of all times, I have to be stuck in the middle of an ocean. The thought of water was very painful by this time. Maybe I could find... just one. Please..."Sam is everything all right?" It was Grim."Yeah." Sam spoke, pressing on his implants in his right ear. He was lying. Sure it wasn't in his nature, sure, but this time it was an embracing excuse. Crossing his legs, it was becoming harder on his mental state. "I.. I'm just scoping the area is all. Nothing else."Within seconds, he felt a little pee escape. His bladder couldn't take it. Sam held back all that he could. He couldn't dare to move anymore than he already was. His breathing increased and his efforts were to no avail. There was no choice but to let go, but he wasn't ready to loose this battle. Not yet.Making his way though to the cargo room that was filtered, Sam was relieved that there wouldn't be rushing water to worry about, however, the water level was to his ankles. He knew this was bad. Very bad. His bladder was close to bursting as he continued to fight. Sam couldn't take it anymore.Not knowing if it was a safe area, Sam took a deep breath, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then relieved himself. Not bothering with anymore pressure, he knew that making it to a bathroom was quite pointless by now. Especially after all the pressure he was applying and the pee that was trying to escape earlier.However, knowing he was standing in ankle deep water wasn't any better. Sam caved into the pressure, collapsing to his knees. Feeling the warm fluids drench the water and wetting his trousers, it was known that there was nothing sweeter. Sam must have moaned with relief. Not like the people from Third Echelon could hear him unless he pressed on his ear implants.Sam stayed there for a moment as he emptied what was left of his bladder. Thank God. He whispered to himself. With confidence, Sam knew he could continue his mission, regardless of the damage to his outfit. The water he sat in was a little warmer, but it was a small price to pay compared to failing his mission. |
(Hi! I'm new! This is my first.. well.. story on Omorashi.org! :D I post a lot of my One Direction omos on DeviantART (I'm StrawberryGiggles there!) and Archive of Our Own (I'm Star_less) so um this is all my work and it hasn't been stolen tehe. Other than that, enjoy! Oooh and sorry it's so long *blush* I wish it was shorteerrrrr!)
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There was one thing Louis Tomlinson loved about being famous, and it was the parties. He loved a good party with his boyfriend - and fellow bandmate - Harry Styles! Yes, after much pursuit Louis had claimed Harry as his own.
Louis smiled a little as he slipped a little clear liquid down his throat.
"Come on!" Harry chuckled to Louis above the music. "It's getting late and maybe we should head off."
"Good idea." Louis said, feeling a slight pressure in his bladder area. He knew it would maybe be a good idea to go to the bathroom, but he could wait until he got home - Lou was pretty sure of that - after all he was twenty one.
"Let's go then." Harry said, offering a hand.
Louis reached out and gave the younger's hand a squeeze. Harry strutted along and out into the cold of the evening.
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Five minutes passed.
"Your costume is genius, babe." Louis chuckled as he walked. He looked Harry up and down; from the robes to the wand to the little wire glasses and the smudgy marker-drawn scar. "Potter." He smirked. "Harry PotterStyles and the four idiots!"
"It had to be." Harry laughed.
"Harry - yer a wizard." Lou joked.
"I'm just Harry!" He replied mournfully, falling about. "Besides, your costume is great too." Harry complimented, rubbing Lou's arm.
"Thanks." Louis said, blushing. He looked at the bandages wrapped around him - Harry was right, he did look like a good Egyptian mummy. He stared at his feet as his bladder nudged and tickled against him. The liquid he had drank earlier on was already ingesting into his bladder, adding to the urine he'd been holding onto without realizing it.
The air was cold and it was working well on the little nudges Louis' bladder was giving him. Louis whined softly as he walked; his desperation had actually been mounting while he was at the party and he'd made the stupid mistake of not going to the toilet, to rid his bladder of the drinks it held.
He had to go to the toilet.
He had to go to the toilet now if he wanted to avoid an accident. "Out of curiosity, Haz..." The Doncaster boy started nervously, his voice wavering a little. "How long until we get home?"
"Still a little while." Harry said vaguely, putting an arm around Louis. "Why?"
Louis looked at Harry for a long moment. "Nothing." He eventually said, melting into Harry's embrace. "It's okay. I'm okay."
"You say that like you're trying to convince yourself.." Harry said suspiciously.
"I'm fine Haz, promise. Just a little cold." Louis lied.
"Okay." Harry said, definitely not believing.
Louis rubbed his thighs together slightly, wincing when the material rubbed at him, trying to persuade him to let out a little spurt and to relieve some of the pressure he was feeling. He dropped his free hand to his crotch and squeezed lightly, but winced and shuddered. It just made it hurt more! Lou stumbled backwards a little from the shock, his stomach trying to cramp.
Harry watched the scene. "Are you okay?!" He asked, frowning more.
"I- I'm fine." Louis said. Oh, great. Here was the tell-tale 'I'm getting desperate' stutter.
"Are you sure?" Harry pressed on.
"Y- yes." Louis nodded, bending at the waist a little and rubbing his abdomen subtly. He could feel the pressure; it wasn't just building up in his bladder any more, it was travelling to his cock and waiting at his slit.
The bandages he was wearing were grazing against his cock lightly (Louis had refused to put underwear on and just layered himself up) and trying to tease a spurt out, or a little trickle, or a splash or even just the mounting flood. He groaned and splayed a hand, giving his cock a light squeeze and feeling the sweat already start to form and slicken. His bladder was having what Louis could only describe as a temper tantrum, as it started to thud beneath his costume; thud against his skin - he'd overdone it with the drinks and he knew it.
"Louis just tell me what's wrong!" Harry said worriedly, looking out of the corner of his eye at Lou.
"Nothing, Hazza!" Lou almost yelled, oh he was getting so desperate now and he couldn't control his frustration, he just needed to wee and let it out to get rid of the pressure.
As he said this, he'd let his muscles uncramp, and a quick stream splashed against his crotch. Louis groaned in annoyance, holding his bladder with a hand so that no more would come out. His crotch had soaked up the burning liquid, but to Louis it was like acid at the moment, fizzling away at his slit and just waiting for that moment when he could let it all flood freely.
"Oh.." Harry said, watching Louis sympathetically.
Louis whined; after that spurt had hit his padded crotch he wanted to let more out - his desperation had gotten worse with that lone trickle. The twenty one year old hobbled along and one-handedly kneaded his abdominal area; it was starting to get taut and hard with all of the urine it seemed to be holding. A tired whimper passed his lips and Louis couldn't help but let his aqua eyes flit around for any suitable place he could find to relieve himself. Lou was panicking and tugging at his crotch more often than not - glad for the darkness, trying to twist his legs and walk at the same time. The poor boy's concentration on anything else was crumbling, and so he failed and stumbled slightly, crying out as he keeled. Suddenly though Louis could feel a strong pair of arms lifting him back up.
A long shot of pain slid in stabbing motions through his abdomen, making his bladder muscles sting and shudder.
Lou cursed when he was reminded maliciously that his bladder was pretty weak in 'desperate' situations like this one. An anguished moan his his lips as he felt his bladder muscles still for a second, and a hot stream graced his already wet crotch, burning at him. Louis squirmed in anger, wanting the stream to end, he couldn't be peeing like this, not all over Harry.
Harry could feel the rush of warmth against his arm. "Do you think you can tell me what's wrong now?" He asked gently.
"N- no!" Louis said through almost gritted teeth, as he clenched his fists hard at his sides and his face flooded red-white. His bladder muscles burned and grinded but thankfully his little stream had stopped. Louis jammed his legs together and his bladder bounced, the poor tortured boy could feel it stretching past his capacity to try and hold in the urine - he had so much to let out, more than he should.
"Louis please tell me what's wrong hon, I just want to help okay?" Harry said smoothly. "You look in pain, and I hate seeing you in pain." He said, moving close to Louis and tracing the boy's perfect cheekbone.
Louis shuddered, and trickled a little more. "Harry stop it." He choked at the tickling movements. His legs wobbled and his face had streaked salmon colour. "I need to go pee, stop it or I'm not gonna get home d-dry." He groaned out softly.
"Oh!" Harry said. "Okay. Let's hurry home?"
The two picked up the pace.
Louis was not doing well at all, he had to let out this pent up urine so badly. The soaked crotch of his costume rubbed against his sore slit, which was teasing out little slivers of urine which splashed against his inner thighs and ran down his legs.
As this happened, Louis heard a few whimpers leave his mouth. He was embarrassed to be acting like such a child but he couldn't help it now; wasn't it strange how childlike you act when your bladder had gotten full?
The crotch of his costume was slowly turning a pale yellow and sticking to him. Even though Louis had barely released, the scent of pee was in the air around him and he really didn't like it. He scrunched his nose up and choked on a cry.
"W- we h- have.. to.. h- hurry home-e-e.." Lou pleaded to Harry, bending his knees and folding himself at the waist.
With his bladder raging and sloshing loudly, Louis managed to pull a poised hand to his quickly dampening area, wincing when he felt little dribbles and droplets of hot, acid-like urine trickling beneath his splayed digits. His legs were wobbling and Louis couldn't feel his abdomen all that much; he'd been holding for so long that his abdomen had numbed up. His bladder muscles were hot and rigid and pulsing with the effort it took to contain his yellow flood and-- oh, he really needed to stop thinking about his need to urinate. He pushed his legs together with a slight squish, and sniffled. Urine was still freely trickling outwards from his crotch and down his legs, Louis was worried that he would be weeing all over the floor and soaking his costume with his fluids. He didn't want that to happen!
Louis continued to make little, almost heartbreaking noises as he tried to walk without the worst happening.
Until Louis had cried out to be let home, Hazza would've admitted he wasn't paying that much attention to Louis.
But upon hearing the boy's anguished cry, Harry was keeping a good eye on Louis, as they walked - even though Louis didn't seem to be doing very well with controlling his bladder at the moment.
"Don't worry." Harry soothed. "If we can find a place for you to go, we will." He said sincerely. But then he noticed how slow the boy was walking - it was baby steps. "Can't you walk faster, boo?" Harry asked gently.
Louis shook his head, doing a potty dance. His hips gyrated, his legs and hands shook with great pressure and his bladder swished with liquid. Spurts were dribbling out from his sore cock, he was holding for so long it hurt to let spurts grace his crotch, let alone burn the tip of his cock. The bandages he was wearing as a costume were becoming soggier with the urine soaking, heck, saturating them, and splattering onto the floor with varying speeds, running in almost all directions onto the road, like a golden stream.
His breathing was becoming labored as he tried to hold his liquid in, and his fingers were wobbling against his bladder. Speaking of that, his urine was thudding hard against his bladder and sent pangs and aches through his entire body which made him shudder, his urine was needing so badly to escape.
Louis bent himself at the waist in a desperate last attempt to hold onto his water.
"Do you want me to pick you up?" Harry asked.
Louis whimpered, and nodded. "Be careful!" He choked out gravely.
"I will." Harry promised, picking the boy up easily and in one swift move. "Now." Harry whispered silkily in Louis' ear. "You do what you need to do to hold it, Boo-Bear."
Louis nodded, twisting and turning. It was much harder to be holding it when he was almost laying flat. Louis angrily twisted in Harry's arms.
"Calm down." Harry said primly. "We're almost there. C'mere." He gently nudged one of Louis' hands and nudged it onto the boy's bladder, pressing both his and Lou's hand down for a second.
Harry hissed in sympathy; Louis was so very full, his bladder was tight and taut with the liquid. "Oh man, Louis.." He said softly. "You're all full up.."
"I- I know.." Louis whined. A few longer spurts were hissing through his clothes and soaking through to Harry's clothes too.
Louis moaned and twisted as he felt the warmth burst in between his legs, he pressed his hands tighter against the stream. Harry kept a straight face and hiked himself and the waterlogged Louis up the hill and to their flat. "A- almost there!" Harry said breathlessly.
Lou's bladder gave a particularly painful spasm; oh it was overjoyed to be almost home, almost close to his relief, almost close to the toilet and being able to let out all this pent up golden liquid, that Louis felt his bladder get excited, and his cock throb with the pain of trying to hold it back. He slid a hand and gave his cock a firm squeeze, pressing a thumb to the tip of his cock, but urine spilled onto the pad of his thumb anyway. Louis tried to clench his muscles and cross his legs but his abdomen was starting to hurt and he could barely hold. "H- Harry-y!" He shrieked as another wave of warmth began to spill out from his cock and spill through to his messed costume, prickling his sore bladder and crotch area with burning urine before spilling over and through to his clothes with a toxic hiss. "I- I'm losing it." A low groan and a growl tumbled from his mouth.
"I know, I know." Harry said gently. He carried the boy up to the door of his (Harry's) home. "Look honey, we're here."
He let out a rushed breath and stepped inside, gently tilting Louis down so he could stand.
Louis smiled and let out a happy sigh, trying to run. He almost did, but quickly tripped on one of the bandages on his costume that had come loose, and went tumbling forward with a cry.
"Louis!" Harry gasped.
Louis groaned as he fell forward and crushed against the floor. He hit the wooden floor with a bit of a thud and as he did.. "I- I c-can't h-hold it.." Louis realized, his voice cracking.
And then, lo and behold, Louis Tomlinson's bladder's floodgates finally opened purely because his muscles were unable to keep holding. Immediately his urine exploded from the tip of his cock, quickly spreading outwards and down, soaking the insides of his thighs with burning liquid and quickly spattering out onto the wooden floor beneath him when his costume couldn't hold any more urine within it. The more urine that came out, the soggier and saggier Lou's costume became, and it was quickly becoming a deep yellow colour.
Louis was letting out a sigh he hadn't realized he'd been holding, as he visibly went more 'loose' and relaxed. He whined and placed a hand on his still-spurting length, feeling hot spurts force themselves through and hit his palms pretty hard.
"Don't try to fight it." Harry said, leaning down and pushing Lou's hands away. His own hands felt the stream - and Harry had to admit, he liked the feeling of the warmth dribbling against his fingers - but he quickly pulled away.
And from then, Louis didn't fight. His eyes slid shut slightly and he shivered a little as his liquid ran out and over his legs, and continued to spread out in a puddle around him. He watched for a moment or two as his once-white costume became yellow, as his urine gush turned to some spurts, from spurts to thin trickles, to nothing at all.
There was a long silence. Lou was taking deep breaths and trying not to cry.
"Oh, it's okay.." Harry said gently. "Come here."
Lou groaned as Harry pulled him up (this elicited a tiny squelch from the other) close, and melted into the boy's embrace despite the wetness all over him.
"I love you, Louis." Harry said as he planted sweet, quick kisses onto Lou's damp cheeks. He started to unravel Lou's wet costume. "How about we get a pizza later. Lad's night?"
Louis nodded, shivering and whining as the cold hit his damp body.
"Ssh." Hazz replied silkily, kissing at Louis again.
"B- but.. I- I p-pissed.. on your floor!" Louis managed to say. This was weird. Why wasn't Harry angry at him?! His urine was coating the floor, it stank too, why wasn't Harry angry? Harry deserved to be angry after Lou had done that!
"It's fine." Harry said gently. "I've had worse on my floor, and my lover's urine is nothing compared to it."
Louis relaxed a little at this.
"Come on." Harry prompted. "Let's get a shower."
"Together?" Louis asked, a little timid.
"Together." Harry smiled, sliding an arm around Louis' damp back.
A little while later, Louis was sat in the bath, covered in bubbles, Harry was kissing hungrily at his neck and lips. He smiled a little to himself; if this was the reward for wetting himself, then Lou was going to do it more often... |
Contains female desperation and wetting.
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My dad turned around and called back to us.
"Hey you two, pick it up a little, you're falling behind."
I smiled up at Jake.
"See, I told you if we fell back he would say something about it."
We increased our pace to catch back up with my parents and Jake's younger brother.
Unfortunately, thanks to my older sister, my relationship with Jake was a pretty contentious point between my parents and I. When Jenna was 17 she had fallen in with the wrong crowd and ended up getting pregnant right before graduation. That shook my parents pretty badly (premarital sex was against their religion), but when she told them she was getting an abortion, they totally snapped. My parents were bound and determined that I wouldn't end up like Jenna. As I grew up their overbearing attitude grew more and more intense; now I was just a few months younger than she had been, and they were worse than ever when it came to boys.
Jake and I had met at the beginning of the summer while helping out at a church lunch for the elderly members of the congregation. We had hit it off really well over the past few months. I was pretty sure the only reason my parents allowed us to be together was because he went to our church, and it helped a lot that our parents got along well too.
My mom was not at all thrilled when she learned that Jake's family had signed up for the church's annual family camping trip too, and even less thrilled to learn that our campsites were right next to each other. She would have tried to pull some strings to get the sites reassigned if Jake's parents hadn't found out about it first and gushed to my mom about how excited they were that we would be located right next to each other.
As Jake and I caught up with the others, I saw Jake's brother finish off the last of a water bottle, which reminded me that I was pretty thirsty from the long hike.
"Is there anymore water?" I asked.
"Sorry honey, Joe just finished the last bottle," my mom responded.
I licked my dry lips.
"Are we almost back?"
"Should be about...," she paused to look at her watch, "20 more minutes I think."
"OK, that's not too bad I guess."
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My lips were cracked and my mouth tasted of dust when we finally made it back to our camp, 40 minutes later. The sun had shone intensely on us the whole way back, and there hadn't been a single drop of water left.
I really didn't want to deal with a headache from dehydration, so I headed straight to the drink coolers to grab a coke. Drink in hand, I headed over to a shaded area of the campsite and sat down in a camp chair next to Jake. We sat talking idly while my parents worked on preparing dinner.
An hour and three cokes later, and I felt confident that I had successfully warded off any ill effects from the hike; I did have to pee pretty badly though - since the camp's bathrooms were a few minutes walk away, I tended to put off going a bit longer than usual.
"Dinner in five!" my mom called over to us.
I stood up and stretched.
"I'm gonna run to the bathroom, I'll catch you after dinner," I told Jake.
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After dinner I helped my mom clean up the dishes while my dad started building up a fire in the firepit.
"Honey, why don't you run over to Jake's and see if his family wants to join us around the fire for some hot chocolate?" my mom requested.
"Sure," I responded, drying off my hands and heading off through the thin line of underbrush separating the camp sites.
Oddly, Jake's camp site seemed to be deserted. The food from their dinner had already been cleaned off their table and his parents' minivan wasn't parked on the car pad anymore. I wandered over to Jake's tent and saw that the tent's zipper lay partially open.
"Jake?" I called out, sticking my head into the tent.
Jake looked up in surprise from a book he lay reading.
"Oh hey, Emily, come in."
I crawled into the tent on hands and knees and plopped down next to him.
"No one can see us here can they," he asked rhetorically as he put his arm around me and pulled me close.
"Ha, true, but that's not why I'm here. Where is everyone?" I asked.
"My brother felt pretty sick after the hike so my parents took him into town to stay at a hotel for the night."
He leaned closer and I felt his warm lips nudging against my cheek, "That means I'll have the tent to myself tonight."
I stuck my tongue out at him as his cool fingers grazed the skin under my t-shirt. His hands had started to creep up my stomach when I heard my mom call out.
"EMILL-EEE! Where'd you go?"
I sighed, "Do you want to come over to our fire for hot chocolate?"
"Sure, sounds like fun"
I scrambled out of the tent, adjusted my shirt and called back, "Yeah mom! I'm on my way now!"
We sat around the fire sipping on hot chocolate until Jake's parents got back. They joined us around the fire, but by that time it was starting to get pretty late. Hoping to encourage my parents to head to bed early, I stood up from my camp chair and yawned.
"I'm pretty exhausted from our hike, I think I'm going to head over to the bathrooms and then go to bed early tonight."
Jake stood up as well, "Me too, I'll come along with you."
"OK, just don't take too long you two," my mom cautioned.
I walked over to my tent and grabbed my toothbrush, a washcloth, a towel, shampoo, conditioner, a brush and my pajamas. Jake was already standing outside my tent by the time I got back out.
"How did you get your stuff so fast?"
He held up a toothbrush in one hand and spread the fingers on his other to show it was empty, "I don't bring a whole bathroom with me when I go camping."
"It's just cause I'm taking a shower," I said, giving him a pretend pouting face.
Jake placed his arm around my shoulder and we walked together in silence along the dimly lit roadway to the campground's restrooms. Outside the building he gave me a light kiss on the forehead.
"See you soon," he said as we headed to opposite ends of the structure.
"I'll be a while, you don't need to wait," I called out after him.
Stripping off my clothes, filthy from the dirt of the trails, felt wonderous. The shower's warm water rehydrated my skin and released the tension from my tired muscles.
After finishing with my shower, I slipped on a fancy pair of black panties. These were my special panties; the only piece of my clothing that my parents didn't know I owned, and the only piece I painstakingly washed by hand and air dried in my closet overnight. On top of them I pulled on some pink fleece pajamas and a white t-shirt.
I walked back to the campsite alone, and retired to my tent for the night. I lay awake listening to my parents and Jake's parents talking around the campfire. Eventually the voices fell quiet and I heard the thud of car doors as they prepared for bed.
After laying still for another 15-20 minutes to give them ample time to fall asleep, I peaked out of the tent to make sure the coast was clear. The fire smoldered dimly and all of the chairs around it were empty.
A slight urge to pee tugged at my bladder as I left my tent, but I didn't plan to be at Jake's site for long, and I didn't want to have to walk all the way to the restrooms right now. I carefully made my way over to Jake's tent, treading as quietly as I could over the gravel and broken twigs on the ground.
Jake lay waiting for me when I crawled into his tent. I snuggled against him, and he wasted no time in getting down to business.
I slid one fleece-covered leg between his, and he started lightly massaging my chest through my thin shirt as we kissed.
Soon I started rubbing my leg against his package and was rewarded with a moan as he squeezed his legs tightly around mine.
I felt his hands slip away from my breasts and drop lower; fingers hooked under the elastic of my pajama bottoms, and I felt the fabric start sliding down my navel.
The waistband of my pajamas had reached my knees when suddenly a chilling sound rang out in the night air.
thud thud.. thud
I jolted in surprise at the sound of car doors closing. Low voices carried through the night air and into the tent shortly afterwards.
"Shit, I guess they weren't in bed after all," Jake noted.
Sitting up, I pulled up my pajamas and scooted over to the tent's zipper. Silently I raised it a few inches. Through the slit I saw my dad throwing wood onto the dwindling fire, while my mom and Jake's parents took seats around the fire and opened up beers.
Suddenly feeling trapped and somewhat claustrophobic, I look back over my shoulder at Jake.
"Looks like they'll be here awhile..."
Jake, apparently not seeing any problem with that, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against him.
"Guess we'll just have to snuggle a while," he said, pressing his lips against my cheek.
I made it clear that I didn't want to mess around much anymore; the thought of my parents finding us weighed too heavily on my mind. I didn't want to think about what would happen if they decided to check on me in my tent before they went to bed.
I slid into his sleeping bag and we lay there for a while, just cuddling together and listening to the hum of voices from outside.
I have no idea how quickly time passed while we lay there. After a while, I couldn't think of anything except needing to pee. It felt like an eternity had passed, but still I could hear voices from the campfire.
I didn't want to make my situation obvious, but eventually I had no choice. I tried to discretely shift one of my hands from around Jake to between my legs, but no sooner had I done so when I felt Jake's hand press against mine and rub it against my panties.
"Jake!" I hissed, pushing his hand away.
"Whoa, sorry," he responded, in obvious surprise.
"I have to pee. Really bad." I told him flatly as I felt my face grow flush in embarrassment.
"Oh, sorry, I thought... nevermind," he said.
I knew what he had thought, but I definitely wasn't in the mood for anything at the moment.
"I have a plastic bag in my suitcase, you know, if you end up needing that," he offered.
I tried to laugh off his suggestion, "No, I'll be fine. They can't be up that much later."
I decided to simply push my need to go as far back in my mind as I could. I lay snuggling with Jake as the crackle of the fire mixed with the sound of our parents talking.
~~~~
Our van stood still, completely stuck in the traffic jam. I sat on the bench seat in the back, knees locked together and hands thrust between my legs.
"Mommm, Emily has to pee," my little brother told my parents in front.
My mom looked back at me, "do you have to go Emily?"
Annoyed, I tried to sit still, but I had to go so badly I couldn't help but bob up and down on the seat.
"No mom, not that badly, I can wait," I lied; in truth, I was on the verge of losing control completely.
"I'm just a little cold I said," as I reached into the back and pulled a blanket over myself.
Even under the blanket I was hopping up and down on the seat. They were all staring at me.
And then it happened, I just couldn't hold on any longer. I pressed my butt hard against the seat as I started to wet myself.
I stopped bobbing and sat still. They were all still staring at me. I looked out the window, and suddenly the traffic had cleared.
"I can pull over now Emily, do you still need a rest stop?" my dad asked.
"No, I'm fine," I replied, looking away from his face as I answered; even though I was covered by the blanket, they obviously knew what had happened.
"Are you sure you don't need to go pee-pee Emily? I can pull over now," my dad asked again.
"No, I don't have to pee," I said, annoyed at him for treating me like a child.
To my horror, my brother reached over and started to pull back the blanket that covered my lap.
~~~~
I woke up suddenly in a hot sweat. I jabbed a hand between my legs, but to my relief I was dry. Boy did I ever need to pee I thought as I drifted back to sleep.
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I stood outside the camp's bathroom facilities pushing against the door to the women's room, but it wouldn't budge. I was desperate to pee.
"Why is the door locked!" I screamed.
In desperation I ran around to the men's side. Thankfully the door opened, but Jake was standing inside.
"Hi Emily!" he greeted me.
Embarrassed at being caught in the men's room I ran back out.
~~
I ran down a hiking path, trying desperately to find somewhere I could squat down and go, but the trails were busy today and other hikers kept walking past just as I was about to squat down.
Eventually the other traffic cleared, and I settled down to pee in a small pile of leaves. Just as I started peeing, I heard more voices coming from around a bend in the path. I quickly pulled up my clothing.
I stood by the side of the path and greeted the people nonchalantly as they walked past. When they were gone, I squatted down again. I peed for ages, but it didn't seem to be helping; I still had to pee.
~~
I was riding along in our family car, on the way to the campground. It felt like I had been holding myself for days, and I was really starting to get tired of it. I begged my dad to pull over, but when I looked in the drivers seat no one was there.
The absurdity of riding down the highway without a driver at the wheel finally made me realize I was dreaming. I decided I wasn't going to play along with my mind's attempts to torture me any longer, so I started peeing defiantly in the seat.
~~
Now I was sitting at the picnic table eating dinner with Jake. I looked down at my pants and saw they were totally dry, but I still had to pee, so I did. I peed and peed and peed. I peed as hard as I could. And still it seemed to have no effect on my need to go.
~~
Then I was laying in a dark tent next to Jake, but I still had to go badly, so I peed again. I had more trouble getting started this time than before, but going felt much better now. The relief was almost orgasmic, so I pushed harder. A sudden burst of real pee leaving my urethra shocked me to full alertness. I stopped peeing immediately and wiggled my hand under my hip bone, afraid of what I would find. Although the sleeping bag was a little damp under my butt, it wasn't soaked. With my fingers I explored my panties; a wet trail, about an inch wide, ran down the back, but overall they were in OK shape.
Actually peeing my pants, albeit only a very little, came as a bit of a shock, but drowsiness clouded my mind, and I thought I could still hear my parents outside, so I rolled over and did my best to ignore the urgency of my situation as I drifted back to sleep.
----
I awoke from a night of hell to a soft light penetrating the tent and the chirp of early morning birds in the trees overhead. I hadn't meant to stay the night with Jake, and what should have been a romantic evening had been ruined by my need to pee. It felt like I had spent the entire night dreaming of either peeing endlessly without relief or peeing my pants, but I hadn't woken up enough to actually get up and go to the bathroom.
Now though, I had to get to the camp's outhouses ASAP; and I had to do it without being seen, or I'd be grounded the rest of the summer for sure.
I managed to slip out of the sleeping bag without waking Jake up, then I crawled on hands and knees over to the tent's zipper. The movement awoke my - apparently dormant - bladder, and I recklessly unzipped the tent and stuck my head out in great haste.
I was just about to run headlong out into the camp when I spotted my mom unloading food from the back of the car. I recoiled into the tent abruptly and slammed the zipper closed.
Groaning, I lay down on my side next to Jake, not sure what to do next.
I tried rolling onto my back to see if that would make it easier to hold, but it didn't. In fact, as soon as I was on my back I felt myself losing control. I quickly rolled back onto my side, but not before a small dribble came out.
I rested my fingers tight against my crotch, feeling the wet spot on the fabric.
Jake shifted next to me, and his elbow brushed against my stomach. I felt warmth against my fingers and a trickle running over my leg.
I couldn't remember ever having been this desperate to pee before. I had never experienced being on the verge of wetting myself, but I knew I was there now. Technically I'd already wet myself, I mused; but I still hoped to get through the situation without anybody else knowing that.
I shifted slightly, trying to drive my hand deeper into my crevice, but I felt renewed warmth against my hand and another trickle tickled my leg as I moved. My bladder was completely numb to the feeling; it felt so strange to know I was peeing, but at the same time not be able to actually feel myself going - it was almost an out of body experience.
I had no time to delay now. Swallowing my pride, I nudged Jake's shoulder and whispered as loud as I dared, "Jake. Wake up, I need to pee, literally right now, I need to pee."
Jake's eyes popped open, and he stared at me in momentary confusion.
"Jake, my mom's outside the tent," that really got him alert, "I need you to distract her, or I'm literally going to pee right here, please."
I tugged on his arm as he started to move.
"Sure, no problem," he said as he crawled to the tent's opening. Initially he ran headlong into the tent wall, not realizing the door was still zipped, but he quickly corrected the mistake and got out.
"Oh hey, Mrs. Hunter... ha yeah, I hadn't unzipped the tent far enough."
"..."
"Oh yeah, I slept well. Hey, do you think we could move the picnic table to the other side of the campfire for breakfast?"
"..."
"Great, could you give me a quick hand moving it?"
"..."
"Here, why don't you get this other side, the ground looks a bit rough on your side."
I peaked out the tent door and saw my mom's back to me as she and Jake struggled to carry the heavy wood picnic table across the camp. Never had such a clear and golden opportunity presented itself to me.
My bladder screamed for me to race straight to the bathrooms, but I knew I would never make it there before my mom turned around and saw me running down the road. To my body's angst I instead headed in the opposite direction, back towards my tent.
At inhuman speed, I unzipped the tent and dove inside. I turned and glanced through the crack just in time to see them set down the picnic table. I felt distinctly damp between the legs now, so I grabbed a pair of spare panties, scrunched them up as small as I could in my hand, and then ran back out the tent.
"Whoa, good morning dear," I heard my startled mother say as I bolted past.
"Sorry mom, I gotta pee right now," I said, not even looking back.
I ran down the road, but had to slow down after just a few yards - the jolting of a full out run was just too much to handle. I could feel an odd pulsing sensation in my abdomen, like my bladder was making an effort to push the urine out, only to be momentarily reined in again by sheer will power.
A hundred yards from the bathroom I started to feel pee leaking out with every pulse. A little more dribbled out with every step. I knew I was actively peeing myself at this point, but I also realized that the faster I ran the faster I would be peeing. Walking slowly and steadily at this point represented my only hope. Every few steps, enough pee accumulated that a chilling drip ran down one leg or the other.
With just a few yards to go I felt a sharp pain in my navel. I pressed my hand to the pain, but that proved to be a costly mistake. Immediately my bladder let go, and suddenly I was peeing myself hard enough to actually feel it through the numbness. My body ignored my brain's urgent commands to stop peeing, and I took off running towards the bathroom as an unrestrained stream ran down both legs.
Thankfully the bathroom was deserted, and I immediately took the largest stall.
My mind was totally on autopilot; so, purely out of habit, I turned around and stood there, still peeing into my pajamas, while I secured the door. Then I turned around, and pulled down my pajamas and panties - while still peeing - and sat down on the toilet to finish up the 3 or 4 seconds of pee that hadn't already gone onto the floor.
I looked at the crumpled, but dry, panties in my hand. Then I looked at the soaked mess that were my pajama bottoms and the puddle of yellow on the floor of the stall. I didn't bother cleaning up much; I would need a lot more than just a pair of dry panties to fix this mess. I walked slowly back to the campsite, thinking carefully of a good cover story.
My mom let out a gasp when she saw me, "Oh dear, did you...?" she asked as I walked into the site.
"No, but it looks pretty bad," I said, trying to fake a convincing laugh.
"There was a puddle in the bathroom from the showers, and I slipped on it when I was leaving," I lied.
"Oh! Are you alright?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fine," I replied, slipping past her and Jake and going back to my tent. |
I have written this to go along with one of the movies that were recently uploaded to the vids area. I hope you enjoy it. It is only wetting and involves the wetting girl, a mistress woman who treats her more like a slave, and a man that is more or less just there for the story, and not really important to the events.
There is some BSDM here, but more just on the soft core level of controlling someone else's bladder release. There is no spanking or hurting of the submissive except in forcing her to try to hold it as long as she can. You might even cheer at the end, I'm not sure. Well, have fun reading:
Shiori
“What are you doing?” the mistressMayuki asked the girl that was on the floor in a pair of old jeans and whitet-shirt with her hair in two sets of braids. “Do you want to be fired? Youhaven’t really even touched this room yet!”
“I’m sorry, mistress,” the young girllooked up at the woman in a white button down blouse and a dark businessskirt. The woman’s face was sincere withdisapproval written all over it. Ofcourse, this made Shiori’s condition much worse than it was, because she fearedthe mistress, or rather, that the mistress would really fire her one day.
“Shiori, why isn’t this room cleanedup?” she asked with a hand on her hip and her face as stone cold as a rock.
“I… I just got to this room,” Shiorisaid honestly. “I’m going to clean itnow.”
“Good. I’ll be in the other room, and when I comeback, I want to see this wood floor so shiny, it would be like a mirror.”
“Yes, I understand,” the younger girlbowed as low as her waist would let her. Then she dropped down to one knee, pulling out a small square of thickcloth with which to wipe the floor. Theliving room, which she was to wipe, was rather spacious with few furnishingsbreaking it up, and all of this, Shiori was expected to wipe with nothing but asquare of cloth until the floor shined. In some ways, it reminded Shiori of being in high school again.
She put the cloth firmly in place onthe floor, put both of her hands on the cloth, and started to push it down aninvisible aisle on the floor so as to make sure she got every part of it.
Already, Shiori thought about howtime was quickly passing. She had beenworking for this woman for the last two months, something that actually, thewoman had done as a kindness for her because before this, the girl had been livingon the street, often finding no more refuge than that of an alleyway to block thewind of cold nights. Now, however, sheat least had a nice place to sleep and some food on a daily basis.
Shiori wiped back up the way shecame, but in a second imaginary row wiping the dust from the floor in onestreak that did indeed leave a shine as if the wood had just beenvarnished. This was her job. She was the maid of this household.
As Shiori started a third line downwhich would take her right by the low table, a man entered through the frontdoor and looked down at the woman nearly on her hands and knees, her butsticking up so that he thought he was looking at heaven. She dropped her butt and turned to see thatYato had come in.
“Master, I’m sorry. I’m still cleaning.”
“Mayuki came in from the otherdirection and saw Shiori and Yuto looking at one another. With an indifferent face, she nodded atShiori to continue her chore while she walked over to the businessman that wasdressed in a white shirt, striped blue tie and dark blue dress pants, and shekissed him.
“Welcome home, dear husband.” It seemed that she was taunting Shiori as ifshe knew that Shiori wanted a man of her own, but somehow didn’t feel that shedeserved one. “Shiori is just going tofinish cleaning the living room, and then she can get you some refreshment torelax from your hard day at the office.”
Shiori wiped another row.
“That’s fine. I’m actually going to take a shower firstanyway,” Yuto informed Mayuki. “I feelas though I’ve crawled through the grime of life for the last eight hours, andas if it is clinging to me like particles of slimy mud.”
“I understand. I’ll just go prepare your evening wear whileyou are in the bath then.”
Shiori wanted to stop Mayuki and tellher that she needed something, but she felt as though trying to interrupt now,might cause a scene, and she also knew that she was lucky not to be yelled atas it was because she had not finished cleaning the living room before Mayukihad returned though it was unnaturally early for her to come back through, andonly brought on by the arrival of her husband from work.
Shiori made a fifth trail of shinywood appear behind her as the other two departed the room. She sighed as she continued wiping the roomuntil the entire floor was shiny. Thenshe stood up, her hand on her side, as if it hurt, and she walked over to thestorage closet where the sitting pillows were stored.
Just as she opened the closet, Mayukicame in again.
“Good, you’re about done. I want you to get some refreshment ready forthe master after you put the pillows down. Then we need to start dinner.”
Shiori nodded knowing that whenMayuki said ‘we’ she really meant that Shiori would be the one cooking whileshe supervised. But as she placed thelast pillow in its proper spot around the table, she looked up at Mayuki with pleadingeyes, just a little moist in meekness.
“I’m so sorry, but may I please usethe bathroom before getting the refreshments?”
“What are you talking about? Of course, you have to take care of themaster of the house before you think about yourself. Are you so foolish as to think likethat? Now, come and get therefreshments!”
“Please, I wouldn’t ask, but I reallyhave to go.”
“Then stop stalling and get hisrefreshments. The longer you stall onnonsense, the longer it will take to just finish so you can do what you want.”
Shiori nodded. Of course, the mistress was right. If she just argued, nothing would get hercloser to the bathroom, and it would just make her mistress upset. She walked towards the kitchen a few stepsbehind Mayuki, her left hand still on her side rubbing it as if to rub thetension from her distraught bladder into oblivion.
“Of course, Yuto likes to drink hissake and have dehydrated fish chips before dinner. You should know that by now, so I expect youto get it automatically from today when he comes in from work.”
Shiori nodded. Of course, she knew that now.
She took the little pot for the sake withits little burner to the table and placed it at the master’s seat so he couldheat it up while watching television. Though this was a very expensive house with a western style dining roomand table, Yuto really prefers the Japanese style table in the living room.
Once the sake pot, bottle of drink,and dehydrated fish were set out for him, Shiori looked up at Miyuki to see ifshe could visit the toilet room or not. She thought she had permission, but she knew better than to assume whenit came to the mistress, because assuming was the fastest way to get introuble.
“So, um, may I go to the bathroom?”she asked again.
“If you hurry,” Miyuki saidsternly. “I don’t want the master towait all night to eat.”
Shiori nodded her head and startedtowards the toilet. She pulled on thedoor, but it was locked.
“Mistress!” she called.
Miyuki came towards her, wonderingwhat the helpless child-like young woman wanted now.
“It’s locked,” Shiori whispered.
“Well, when the toilet is locked,what does that usually mean?” Miyuki asked her servant as though she weretalking to a two year old.
“Someone is in there?”
“Right. So, you’ll just have to wait a littlebit. Come and start dinner.”
“But you said I could go,” Shioridrew back towards the toilet door to emphasize the point.
“Yes, but if someone is in there, Idon’t see how you can go, can you?”
Shiori shook her head.
“So, come and start dinner, and whenyou get to a point where you can take a break, you can try again.”
“Please, I don’t think I can waitthat long. Can’t I just wait for Yuto tocome out and then go?”
“No, you cannot! You are here because we have given you a roombut you know you have to work for that room, right?”
Shiori nodded.
“Well, unless you want to get fired,you need to come with me.”
Shiori nodded and walked, or morelike stumbled along towards the kitchen, her left hand not leaving her achingside and stomach as she faced the stove.
Miyuki pulled out three pans, somefood, and then coughed lightly to let Shiori know that she was expected tobegin. Shiori sighed and started to cutup the vegetables. Miyuki retreated tothe dining room table to take on the role of supervisor, watching to make sureShiori continued working, but not whether she was doing it right or not. She was sure that the girl could cook by now,of course.
Shiori shifted her weight as she hadto move her hand away from her side and stomach to properly hold the vegetablesfor cutting. It was starting to feelquite full in her stomach, and her privates tingled with a feeling of burningdesire to relieve some waste water, but she knew that it was not going to doany good at the moment to ask.
She cut up some carrots, then startedon some cabbage. The time seemed totrickle by as she was working, and she felt like she’d never get to a break,and meanwhile, her stomach was sending signals as if it wanted to pulsate. Sweat dew prickled the top of her head nearher hairline. Her eyes squinted a coupleof times and her mouth drew tight as sharp breathes were inhaled to keep her incontrol.
Mayuki smiled at the tortured girl asif she was actually enjoying the predicament that she was in. It was not a new position for Shiori to bein, but still, the humiliation of being like this was still much to bear forthe young woman, and she if she wasn’t so afraid of going back to living on thestreets, she’d tell the woman to go to you know where, but no, she was scaredto go back to that.
Shiori finished cutting up thecabbage, as Mayuki shifted her feet so that her left leg laid across her rightthigh.
The young girl was now starting tocut up a sausage piece. They were goingto have a kind of stir fry with sausage, cabbage, carrots, and thin chow meinlike noodles. It was the Japanese way ofmaking said noodles, not with the hard fried noodles, but with just the ramenstyle soft ones.
Yuta came into the kitchenmomentarily after his bath, his blue shorts and a t-shirt on.
“Shiori’s making dinner,” Mayuki saidwith a clever smile that told Yuta that she was enjoying something orother. Then she noticed Shiori just asone of Shiori’s feet shifted and she bent her legs drawing in another deepbreath.
“Does… does she have to pee?” heasked the mistress.
“If she does, what is it to you? You hired her for me, and whatever I wantedto do with her, remember?”
Yuta nodded. “But if she has to pee, shouldn’t she go?”
“I’ve decided that she has to hold itbecause she was stalling,” the strict looking woman said her mouth tighteninginto a frown that gave both Shiori and Yuta a message that they should drop it.
Shiori would have dropped it, but itwas much easier to be told to drop something like this than to do it when youare the one suffering from constant signals that your bladder wants to giveout.
“Mistress,” Shiori turned to look herway. “Please, may I go before I turn onthe stove? I’m really not going to beable to wait.”
Mayuki already could tell that thegirl was squirming quite a lot, however, she decided to play dumb about it.
“Well, you will wait, or you befired. It’s up to you.”
Shiori looked at her, her mouthparted and blowing out hard breathes of anxiety at her predicament. Her ears were burning and her head felt bothhot and cool at the same time. What did the woman want from her, for her to really pee her pants in front of her? Until now, she had only ever came close, because Mayuki seemed to call the holding off at the last minute and let her go all thetimes before, however, she doubted that if she turned on the stove, that she would be allowed to turn it off to go at the last minute, and she was certain she wasn’t going to make it past halfway through heating the food up.
“Please, you don’t understand,”Shiori said tears slipping out of her eyes as she wiggled in place. “I really honestly can’t wait. I think I’m going to pee my pants. It feels like it’s going to come bursting outat any minute.”
“Well, if you do pee your pants,”Mayuki looked dead into her eyes. “If you pee yourself like a baby, that’s what you are telling me you are. Do you want me to treat you like a little kid from now on? Maybe put you in diapers?”
“No,” Shiori sniffled trying to keep control of her bladder.
“Then you better hold it until you finish with dinner.”
Shiori turned back to the stove.
“If you say one more word about it, I’llput you in diapers anyway, so it’s up to you. Either finish dinner, or you can wear diapers like a little baby.”
Shiori felt her heart grow pins atthese words, and the tears in her eyes stung twice as much, but she hobbledabout trying to keep control and worked on trying not to bring it up again.
The sausage and stuff was soon in afrying pan sizzling, and as it did so, the sound played tricks with herears. It was as if there was little differencebetween that and the sound of pee gushing out of a naked body and just beforeit hitting the water of the toilet bowl. She wanted to go so badly, but she just squirmed and even put her lefthand between her legs to try to add to the pressure. Was she going to wet? Please, no.
Several seconds passed as shesquirmed at the stove, and finally, the sausage, cabbage, and carrots seemed tobe finished and tender as they should be. Shiori turned off the stove and then turned around, her hand still inher crotch of her jeans, trying to control her bladder.
“It’s done?” Mayuki asked.
Shiori, feeling the cool of fear onher head nodded. She was shaking and herdancing had momentarily stopped while she grabbed herself tighter.
Mayuki walked over to the stove andinspected the dinner.
“It looks good. You go ahead and go potty now, and I’ll dishit out,” Mayuki said with a soft smile on her lips.
Shiori hobbled to the bathroom door,turned the knob hoping it would not be locked again. She feared that even another minute wouldspell disaster for her already weakening muscles. She wasn’t even sure she could getthere. She had shuffled her feet so asto not move her thighs away from her groin. She was delighted when the door handle turned, and she was able to pullthe door open.
Did you change the way stories appear, Kiri? It seems that it now keeps the exact format of my microsoft word format, down to how many words per line. It makes it easier for making paragraphs, but I'll have to remember this and maybe use a different font for my next story.
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I know this isn't exactly finished. I'm not sure how I want to end it yet.
I did think that you might like to see where I am with it, though, and maybe someone might have suggestions about where it should go.
Shiori
Another Problem in the Making
Shiori was a lot better at pleasing her mistress and the master of the house about a month later, and she had not had any close calls in that time. The mistress seemed bored of the game where she tried to make her wait as long as possible, and Shiori was very glad of that.
Shiori was now in the living room straightening it up, and Miyuki was watching television occasionally glancing over at her little maid. One thing that she still insisted on, was that Shiori had to wear a cute short skirt, one that was extremely juvenile and showed off her panties when she bent over. She loved Shiori in skirts like that, or in jeans.
Shiori had protested once upon a morning, but now, she just accepted it, and wore the skirts on her own. What did it matter? She never really went anywhere, and the mistress and master had seen her like that many times now.
“Shiori?” Miyuki said from the sofa as Shiori stood up from wiping the floor with the square of cloth. “I want to take a little trip this afternoon, and I don’t want to go by myself. How would you like to get out of the house?”
Shiori looked over at the mistress very surprised. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. Let’s go to Disneyland or something.”
“Can… can I wear jeans?” she stuttered knowing that the mistress had to be obeyed even if she said no. “It’s just… just that in public, this skirt… well, it wouldn’t be so bad, but the panties you always put on me are so childish.”
Miyuki smiled. “I know. I do that so you know your place in this house,” she said. “But I see no reason you can’t wear jeans. It might be a little chilly anyway since the sun isn’t properly out.”
Shiori smiled. It seemed that her mistress was really going to let her enjoy a day out for once.
“Actually, I want you to wear that purple top, too,” Miyuki said. “That one I got you that looks a little more grown up?”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Since we are not in front of Yuto, today, I don’t see any reason for you to dress like you are a child. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone you want to talk to, and you wouldn’t want to look like a child in front of that person.”
Shiori smiled and nodded.
“I figured you have been working so hard in the last month, you deserve to actually enjoy a day.”
“When do you want to leave?” Shiori asked.
“I was thinking at eleven.”
“Alright,” Shiori looked up at the clock and realized she’d have to hurry if she was going to get a bath. “Um… do you need me to do anything else?”
“No, just get ready.”
Shiori was in the bath for about fifteen minutes, then started to comb her wet hair in just a towel when Miyuki came in on her.
Miyuki put some hair bands down for her to choose from, and got out some make up.
“What’s this?”
“I just thought you should look your best when you go out,” Miyuki said as if she was talking to a friend rather than her ‘little maid girl.’ “If you’ll let me…,” she reached for the comb that Shiori was dragging through her hair.
Shiori relented, and Miyuki started to brush it into a nice set of braids. She swept back Shiori’s bangs with a purple hair band, and then she started to apply the makeup.
When they were through, Shiori looked quite different from her usual immature image that Miyuki liked her with. She was very pretty, with her slender build, her nicely smooth and tan legs, and her face now nearly blemish-free looking. Her brown eyes shined behind the complementary colors of the makeup, and it was like a completely different, more peaceful spirit was inhabiting the slender small body.
“Alright, get your jeans and that purple top on,” Miyuki said. “Then I want you to drink the orange juice on the table I got for you before we leave.”
This was not strange at all to Shiori. She was used to her mistress insisting she drink something or eat something at odd times of the day because she was not allowed to do anything on her own without permission, and it seemed like her mistress enjoyed giving her stuff to eat or drink when she wanted to.
Shiori started to drink the orange juice down after she was dressed, and then Miyuki pushed her along towards the small dark blue hatchback Subaru.
Suddenly, Miyuki had a change of mind. “I don’t think I want to go to Disneyland this late,” she said. “How about we go to the beach instead?”
Shiori wasn’t picky. Whatever her mistress wanted was fine by her, so she just nodded.
It was a three hour drive to the beach, and along the way, they listened to music and talked as if they were best friends. Shiori even forgot for the moment, that she was Miyuki’s maid, and Miyuki seemed to have forgotten that, at least until Shiori realized two hours in, that she wanted to stop off somewhere.
“Um… Miyuki?” she asked a little nervously knowing that she had no rights if Miyuki didn’t want to stop. “Can we stop off for a minute at the next convenience store?”
“Why? Are you hungry?” Miyuki asked completely oblivious to her maid’s reasons.
“No, but I… I kind of want to use the… the toilet.”
“Oh, is that all?” Miyuki asked. “Well, you don’t have to be so nervous. I have to stop for myself as well, soon, so yeah, I’ll stop in a bit.”
Shiori was relieved to hear that.
It seemed like time was slowing down, but her bladder urgency was starting to speed up. Shiori wasn’t sure why it always seemed to come on her when she was least ready for it, but she closed her legs a bit tighter and looked carefully around for any place that they could stop.
“There’s a ‘family mart,’ (a convenience store in Japan) just ahead,” Miyuki said with a smile on her rosy lips. “How about we stop there?”
Shiori nodded. She didn’t care where they stopped as long as it wasn’t too late.
“When you go in, I’ll give you the money. I want to use the bathroom first, and then after you buy our things, you can go,” Miyuki told her as if it was expected that she just hold it until given permission.
Shiori, though a little panicked in her head, figured that this was the way it would be. Miyuki had told her that she had to go, and most convenience stores only allow one person at a time, so she, being the mistress, would definitely go first.
Shiori waited for Miyuki to stop the car, give her a little money for buying some snacks that she wanted, and then she stepped out of the car and walked into the convenience store going towards the snack aisles while Miyuki went to the back towards the girls’ room.
Shiori pulled some juice out of the refer area, a bag of chips off of the snack aisle and a couple of sandwiches. She could feel a heavy fullness in her stomach that was pressing with intensity as a slight burn of desire tickled her vagina-lips. She really had to go.
She walked up to the cashier, and just as she was standing there, nearly doing a pee dance, Miyuki came out and walked up to her.
“I’ll get this, you go ahead and go,” she whispered opening her purse.
Shiori nodded and started to shuffle to the back of the store towards the toilets. She wasn’t sure if she would even make it, but somehow, by sure will, she made it to the back in time to see three people in line. She sighed as she stood in the back wiggling her legs.
“Look mommy,” a girl behind her pointed. “I think that woman really has to pee!”
“Quiet, Emiru. We don’t say things like that.”
The girl was only about five years old.
Shiori blushed and looked straight ahead at the three people in front of her and the closed bathroom door. She really hoped whoever was in there would hurry, and that the next three people would also not take too long. She was already pushing her limits with her bladder as it was. It seemed to take forever to find the convenience store, and it really was. It had taken at least an hour to find it because they were driving in the mountainous country area.
‘Please, please, please,” Shiori started to mouth under her breath. “Please let me make it. Please, please, please.”
She was bouncing a bit as her knees and thighs were as closed as possible and her shines were slightly spread apart to give her balance as she bounced in place, her hands panicking and restless. She couldn’t openly hold herself in front of these strangers, but she could feel her muscles wavering in strength as wave after wave of pressure was sent from her bladder down her tubing and towards her throbbing girlhood.
Time seemed to trickle by. The lock on the door jingled, and it came open revealing a teenager. She gave the small line a small guilty smile and went to the sink to wash her hands. Shiori shrugged it off.
The next woman went into the stall, but then she gasped as the toilet was flushed again, again, and again. She came back out.
“It’s broke, girls,” she called to them.
The young girl hurried away and to her parents’ car. She didn’t want the others to accuse her of breaking it, even though she was the last one to use it, when it was still working. Shiori wasn’t sure whether it was her fault or not. It didn’t matter, all that did matter, was that there was now only a men’s toilet, and she really had to go.
She cautiously opened the men’s door, but then gasped when she saw that it was nothing but a urinal. There was no way she could use that! She was not like some bold girls who somehow found a way to do so, and so she closed the door, and shuffled in tiny steps towards the door that separated the toilet areas from the shopping area.
Even if she did get Miyuki to pull over again, she was certain that she wouldn’t make it to the next toilet. Still, she had to tell Miyuki, and try to wait because there was no way she could use the toilet there, and she couldn’t wet her pants like a little kid!
She opened the door carefully, to find Miyuki standing there looking stern.
“Took you long enough.”
“There was a line, and… and I can’t even go,” Shiori whimpered.
“What do you mean you can’t go?”
“The toilet is stopped up.”
“Oh, well, get in the car, and I’ll take you somewhere else to go then.”
Shiori shook her head.
“I can’t wait that long. I’m going to wet if I wait for the next stop.”
“Well, what do you want to do?” Miyuki asked.
“I… I don’t know,” Shiori whispered, her face blushing, cooling, and blushing again in turn. She felt as if everyone was looking at her, and with her bouncing movements, and her legs writhing together, it was no wonder if they were.
“Then, just piss your pants,” Miyuki said.
“But…, I thought you said I’d have to wear diapers if I do that.”
“Of course you will,” Miyuki confirmed. “But if you can’t help it, and have to pee your pants, you might as well get it over with.”
“No, no, no,” Shiori whispered. “I’ll hold it.”
“Then let’s get in the car, and I’ll look for a place for you to go.”
“Shiori nodded and shuffled, slower and slower, towards the car, quite certain that it was a lost cause, but unwilling to give up because that would mean not only total embarrassment, but also diapers for however long Miyuki would decide for.
“I… I could pull my pants down around back the store and go,” she suddenly decided.
“You would do that?” Miyuki asked in surprise.
“Better than wetting my pants,” Shiori said.
“Better that than living at my house?” Miyuki asked.
“Huh?”
“You heard me. I don’t want an indecent person working for me.”
“But…, I’m not indecent!”
“Then you won’t pee out where anyone might look at you.”
“They won’t. I’ll be behind the store. I don’t think anyone would go back there.”
“Well, someone would, or you wouldn’t have thought of it. And as far as I’m concerned, it’s indecent to pull your pants down outside no matter what, so you can either move out when we get home, or you can hold it.”
“I’ll… I’ll hold it,” Shiori’s shoulders sagged. “But it’s not my fault. Someone stopped up the toilets.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I told you that you can pee your pants.”
“Yeah, but then you’ll diaper me,” Shiori said. “Besides, everyone will see me in these wet jeans, and know what I did.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Miyuki said. “Well, just try to wait as long as you can. I’ll try to find you a bathroom as soon as possible.”
Shiori didn’t know how she managed to get to the car without leaking at all, but she did, and when she sat down, she hoped it would relieve some of the pressure, but instead, it seemed to intensify it as her stomach was folded in on itself now causing pressure to be felt from the outside of her stomach. She unbuttoned her jeans.
Miyuki didn’t seem to notice, or she didn’t say anything about it.
The car was started and Shiori felt her stomach vibrating with the engine of the car. It was like fate was conspiring against her. She really hoped not to have to wear diapers because of leaking into her pants.
In less than five minutes, they were pulling out of the convenience store. Miyuki was keeping her seemingly straight, but from time to time, she looked out the corner of her eye towards the struggling young maid. There was a small smile on her lips, but she was trying to keep it from getting too wide because she didn’t want Shiori to know that she was enjoying this.
Shiori was too entranced in her own problems to notice anything else going on around her, even her mistress’s sly thin smile that was fighting to come out, and her eyes glancing towards her. She swayed both legs together as she tried to hold herself hard. She moaned heavily. Coolness that should have been heated sweat was teasing her hairline and she felt almost sick to her stomach.
“Please! Please! Please don’t let me pee my pants!” she thought over and over as she dug her fingers into the fabric of her pants trying to keep them dry.
“You aren’t going to make it, are you?” Miyuki said which seemed very tantalizing to the young girl. “I mean, I bet you’re already leaking.”
Shiori shook her head no, but she couldn’t utter a word because she was using every bit of effort she had to just keep her piss where it should be stored until the proper time and method of release presented itself.
“I know you are,” Miyuki said. “I don’t see any point in you trying to hold it any more. You’re just going to be uncomfortable until it happens anyway, right?”
“Do you want me too?” Shiori gasped out whispers trying to keep control.
“Not really, but if you do go, I’ll understand. You just can’t hold it anymore, and I don’t really think that’s your fault.”
Shiori had tears in her eyes as her head felt even cooler where she thought it should feel hotter. Her legs were shaking as much from nervousness as from having to go now, and her arms were trembling like a miniature earthquake.
“If you pee you pants,” Miyuki went on. “Since it’s not your fault that that other toilet was clogged, I’ll not put you in a diaper, but in exchange, you have to do something I want from you, and you will not know what that will be until I’m ready to ask. Do we have a deal?”
Shiori was still struggling to hold herself in. She didn’t want to wet her pants even if she was not going to have to wear diapers over it. She was too old for that!
“No?” Miyuki asked. “If not, then you better not wet until we get to a toilet. If you agree now, whether you make it or not, at least, if you don’t make it, you won’t have to wear a diaper.”
Shiori sighed, and then nodded.
“So, do you agree?”
She nodded.
“Good. Now, go ahead and pee your pants. You aren’t going to make it anyway. And later, when I want, you will do what I say.”
Shiori looked up at her. She really didn’t want to wet her pants even if she had made the deal already.
“Now!” Miyuki barked. “Do as your mistress says. Show me you trust my judgment, and that you want to stay at my house, still.”
Shiori looked at her feeling trapped. She thought that Miyuki was being a little strange and unreasonable, but she knew that she couldn’t argue with her about it because that would just get her in trouble. She sighed and started to try to pry her legs apart.
Her body didn’t want to relax, and her legs wanted to stay melted together, but she knew that she could not disobey her mistress.
“I’m trying,” she whispered as she tried to force her legs apart. |
I was browsing through old stuff I'd written when I came across this. I don't remember when I wrote it or for what purpose, and it's not really a story so much as it is the introduction to one. There's not a whole lot to it, but hey, I liked it and figured I might as well share what I did end up writing.
Note that this story is written from the first-person perspective of one character; this isn't an actual experience or anything. It's all fiction.
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My girlfriend is amazing. Perhaps extraordinary would be a better word.I've always been pretty laid-back and relaxed about things. I find that life is too short to worry much about the small things, especially if they're not enough to really cause a bother. I mean, I know that there are probably some guys who would have problems with the fact that their girlfriend is stronger than they are by a large margin, or that she has some kind of power that you don't understand and can't really comprehend. It can be scary to look at things like that, but from my perspective, I just think of it in terms of "My girlfriend can really kick some ass" and I'm proud of her. When your girlfriend is the kind of heroine who's out there busting her ass to keep megalomaniacal creeps from ruining things for everyone, it seems to me that a little humility is in order anyway. I don't have a problem with indulging in her kinks and desires, being on the bottom during sex once in a while, and being the one who wakes up every morning to make the coffee. I enjoy the current state of affairs, and as of late, there haven't been many crazy people thinking they can get away with grandiose shit. Thing is, if they knew what I knew, they might get away with more.Yeah, my girlfriend is super strong, amazingly resilient, sharp as a tack and amazing in bed, but she's got one really huge weak point. A weak point only I and someone else know about. Let's be honest here - I'm kind of a pervert, and so is she, we've got some fetishes between us that are probably well out of the mainstream, but that doesn't ever stop us from having fun. What she doesn't know, however, is that I know her weak point, and as of late I sold knowledge of it to someone who's been having me make use of it in... creative... ways, ever since. This morning would be no different, as I opened my eyes, put on my glasses, and paused for the minute or so it would take me to build up the willpower to get out of bed and downstairs to the kitchen. The knowledge of what I was going to do, however, made that much easier, and as carefully as possible I eased out of bed so as not to wake her up, slipped on some clothing and tiptoed down into the kitchen, where I had left my phone charging. While I filled the coffee pot with water and got a filter and grounds out of the cabinet, I turned on my phone, and checked it for new messages. The one I had been hoping to find was there.Stakeout today. Give her an extra dose - M.I admit, it's probably a bit strange for someone to get an erection from making coffee. It wasn't just the making of the coffee that aroused me, though - it was the coffee-like substance that I plucked from a hidden corner of a spice cabinet. I took two pinches of the fine powder from the pouch and added them to the coffee, then poured in the water and set the pot in place as the coffee began to drip. You see, my amazing girlfriend's one big weakness is her bladder. Not that it's weak - not by a long shot. Her bladder is more like one of those containment devices for nuclear waste. Nothing leaks out of it for like, fifty years, unless someone tampers with it. In this case, the person doing the tampering was me. I was hard as a rock by now, but thankfully as a male I could write this off to normal morning wood and not look suspicious in the slightest. The coffee brewing, I tiptoed back up the stairs, checked the clock, and kissed her on the cheek gently, whispering in her ear: "Come on, babe. Time to get up." The short blonde hair shifted slightly as she rolled onto her back, letting me see her cute face with eyes still closed, and I kissed her again on the lips, this time met by a tongue which quested out from her mouth and tried to gain entry to mine. That was definitely no sleepy reflex kiss."Already?" she asked with a sleepy murmur, and I nodded, despite the fact that her eyes were still closed. "Shit, I have to piss. I had too much to drink last night." Though I always would steer her towards bed when she'd been drinking and get her to sleep without visiting the toilet, my girlfriend's iron bladder had yet to burst in her sleep. But she almost always woke up with a throbbing need to go, and reluctantly she threw back the covers, giving me a glimpse of her curvy body and luscious big tits, which I couldn't help but grope as she sat up in bed, evoking a soft sigh of pleasure. "Mmm." I distracted her further with another kiss, sucking firmly on the side of her neck, sitting behind her and letting her feel the pressure of my hard penis against her back. "Damn it. Is it going to be the stakeout today? Still no word?" she asked, referring to her partner who took the night shift, and I nodded, giving her shoulders a quick rub. "Shit. I've gotten up all horny... fuck.""Coffee will be ready when you get downstairs," I said, giving her a swat on the butt. "I'll start making us something to eat." Gingerly, she rose from the bed, and openly holding her crotch she started to waddle slowly towards the bathroom. No leaks that I could detect, running my hand against the sheets where she'd been sitting, and again where she'd been laying down as she slept. That's my girl. Still hard as a stone, I considered jerking off before going to cook, but decided against it. She'd likely be gone all day, and I would have plenty of time to entertain myself. Walking more normally this time, I descended the staircase, and went back into the kitchen, opening the fridge for some eggs and bacon and untwisting the twist tie on the loaf of bread. Percolating away steadily, the coffee pot was about half full at this point, and I heard the bathroom door shut, then the shower turn on. I smirked; she's so proud of her giant bladder that it would be just like her to force herself to shower before using the toilet. I doubted she'd pee in the shower. The thought of her grabbing her crotch and bending double as the hot water streamed all over her body kept me hard, and I started cracking some eggs to make scrambled eggs and bacon.The shower ran for about ten minutes, ten minutes that I could only imagine were pure blissful torture for my girlfriend the heroine. You see, while she can hold her piss like no one's business, it definitely has a... weakening effect on her to be so full. After she lets go, she recovers soon enough, but coupling her pride together with her immense holding power means that I can get away with quite a lot of shenanigans. Of course, I was going to be drinking this coffee too, and I'd probably be wetting like the dickens all day. Difference is, I'll be able to walk fifteen feet to the toilet and relieve myself immediately, while she's going to be who knows where maintaining a constant vigil on some boring building or what have you, with only her aching bladder for company. If I was in her place, I'd probably be wetting my pants three times at the least, because my bladder is tiny as hell and holds maybe a few thimblefuls before I lose it. When the coffee finished percolating, I poured a big mug for each of us, and setting out a plate with some eggs, bacon, toast and a small butter dish, I set her place first and then continued to work on my own breakfast.Like I said, I'm comfortable with this role reversal, especially when it means I get to fuck with her this much. The shower had stopped, and the toilet flushed, and soon enough she came into the kitchen dressed smartly in a business jacket and skirt. Power attire. "You're the best," she says, flashing me an amazing smile, and I kiss her as she sits down for breakfast. "Today is going to be boring as hell. I can't even use my smartphone because it might set off some sensors or something. All I'm going to have is a book and thoughts of you to get me through the day." Then she gave me a downright evil grin, and I knew I was about to be in for something. Between scrapes of the butter knife on the toast she laid out her ultimatum: "You've got the world's biggest morning wood today. I don't want you jerking off at all until I get home. Got it? You know I'll know if you do." And she would. Immediately I realized I was facing a very long day myself, because thoughts of her desperate suffering would be with me the entire time she was gone, keeping me in a state of perpetual hardness. I pouted as I set out my own breakfast, but watching her drink her coffee with gusto while she attacked her breakfast distracted me from objecting too much.We made small talk over the table for another fifteen minutes or so, and I glanced at the clock. Still ten minutes before she had to leave, and she was starting to squirm in her chair. If I didn't distract her, she'd probably go pee again before leaving, and that wouldn't be any fun... hell, I had to pee, too, but being hard kept the urge down for the time being. Sometimes being a guy has huge advantages, and as I stood up to clear my plate and make like I was going to take hers, I suddenly leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, hard enough that she started to moan gently and thrust her tongue against mine. Breaking the kiss after a minute, she gave me a grin, cheeks flushed rosy red, and winked. "I love getting a goodbye kiss," she murmured, standing up, but when she did so I suddenly pressed her against the wall and kissed her again, my erection rubbing lightly against her thigh, through my clothing and hers. I could feel how her legs were shifting uncomfortably against one another, an echo of how my own bladder was starting to protest and a hot pressure was growing at the base of my penis.I wasn't kidding myself - if she really didn't want this, then she could have pushed me away with about as much effort as it takes to push one's chair in. Or judo-thrown me to the floor so hard it would break bones. The only reason I was getting away with this is because she was letting me. Thankfully, it distracted her from her throbbing bladder, and when I pressed up against her she ran her hands against my back and shivered, letting out a soft mewl of pleasure as my fingers massaged her breasts lightly through the white button-up shirt. "Yes... yes, oh, fuck... mmm, yeah... shit... I really... mmh... it's almost time, I have to..." I glanced at the clock, distracted her with one more long kiss, and then broke away with a grin on my face - one that was actualy hard to maintain because my own bladder was starting to scream with discontent, but if I wiggled around it might make her recall her own situation, and risk a quick bathroom break before heading out. "We'll continue this discussion when I get home," she said with a wink, and as I walked her to the door for one last kiss, I inwardly rejoiced. Once she got in the car, there would be no pee breaks for... shit, I didn't even know how long."I'll look forward to that," I promised. "And I won't masturbate." She nodded, acknowledging her power to forbid me from self-gratification with just a word, and then made her way to the car, legs wiggling just a little bit as she did. Maybe, I thought, as I saw her get in the car and drive off, maybe it's fucked up and messed up and wrong or whatever, but it seems like sometimes our relationship is built on mutually fucking with each other.Shit, I had to piss. Once her car was out of sight, I hurried back into the house and walked quickly to the toilet, only to realize I'd gotten hard again, and I did a stupid-looking pee dance in front of the toilet with my cock out and bouncing up and down, begging for release but too damn stupid to get soft so I could pee... had I somehow missed her spiking my drink with Viagra again? I sure as hell hoped not.This was going to be a long day... |
Thanks for the feedback. I was bored at work today so I worked up a little continuation. Hope you all enjoy it =) This one has male desperation and wetting along with female desperation and peeing.
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One would be forgiven for thinking me strange if they happened to see me as I was now, completely dry yet with a towel wrapped around my waist and otherwise naked as I made sure that the stew I was making would keep if I left it for twenty minutes or so. There is a reason for this, though, I promise. I was keeping an ear cocked for the sound of the returning car which would signal my girlfriend's return. Unless something unexpected had happened, she would barrel through the front door like she usually did when I messed with her coffee, making a beeline for the bathroom where I would be ever so inconveniently taking a shower. The shower was, in fact, already running, so that I could race for it and slam the door shut behind me and make it seem like I'd just happened to be in there when she returned, dying for the toilet. Satisfied with my culinary efforts, I looked around the kitchen to see if anything else needed doing, decided that it didn't, and tried to think on how to spend my time. I had an erection which had been bothering me all day, and my heart was thudding with evil anticipation, such that when I first heard the telltale sounds of a car engine my adrenaline-fueled dash for the bathroom had me nearly walking on my toes.Our bathroom door jams. When it does so, you have to spend a while jiggling and fiddling with the knob from the outside, but it can be opened without much effort from the inside. It's finicky, and it usually works just fine, but I had accidentally stumbled upon a way to make it jam reliably; slam it closed. That's precisely what I did, whipping the towel off from around my waist and hanging it on the hook, then gingerly making my way into the shower; it'd ruin the fun if I slipped and ended up in the hospital for being a dumbass. Once inside the shower, I grinned, feeling the warm glow of the water and of a plan well conceived. She'd be bursting, probably on the edge of leaking, and having to deal with the janky door while hearing the shower running might push her over the edge. Maybe. It was hard to tell what pushed her over the edge. But I could hear the front door slam closed, and frantic footsteps race down the hall before the jiggling sound of the doorknob reached my ears. "Oh, god, open up, please!" I heard her anguished cry."What?" I called back loudly, pretending to have not heard her, the image of her dancing outside in the hall conjured up in my head. "Dinner's almost ready," I added without her asking anything else, for the sake of pretending I'd misunderstood what she had said. Never let it be said that my girlfriend the heroine doesn't keep life interesting, though; I suddenly heard a wrenching, creaking, then a sharp report and a heavy clatter before her silhouette passed by the shower curtain and she dropped onto the toilet, peeing with such force that I wondered if she'd shatter the porcelain of the toilet bowl. Impatient to relieve herself, she had apparently thrown all her might against the door and broken it clean off of its hinges, and I could only laugh. "What's wrong?" I asked her, although I knew fully, and she responded from where she sat on the toilet."You would not BELIEVE how bad I had to piss today! It was like some kind of fucking torture - I was in agony starting at about noon." There was a pause, and the hissing sound of the water made an interestingly different sound than the hissing of her pee. "Oh god, ohhhh god. It feels so good it's like a fucking orgasm. Christ." Now there was an interesting thought. I knew, or suspected at least, that when she didn't need to be focused on something else, my girlfriend liked holding her pee to the point of desperate fullness. Even when she wasn't busy with a stakeout or something of the sort and we just had a lazy day at home, she'd keep holding until she was squirming out of her pants. "So what did you do today, hon? Nothing naughty I hope?""Speaking of peeing, do you have any idea how hard it is to go when you're popping a boner every hour? You have to do gymnastics over the toilet to get your dick pointed in the right direction." I heard her laugh, the sound of the pee changing pitch in a wobbling fashion before settling back down. The stream was still going, as far as I could hear. "Just did some shopping otherwise. I've got some beef stew going in the crock pot, it should be ready to eat pretty soon. Also got us a little bit of wine too." The wine was part of a separate plan. She'd start off drinking some of that and before long she'd be pounding back booze, getting tipsy and full, and I would again put her to bed without getting her to the toilet. I was bound and determined to make my girlfriend piss the bed, moreso because of the text I'd received in the afternoon:See if you can make her pee the bed. Try convincing her she has something that needs checking out. We've got a setup ready for her. - M"Sounds good," she said. "I'm going to go change." Throughout the whole conversation she'd been peeing, and she was still peeing now, a condition that continued for another minute. Finally, the sound of it tapered off, and she rose from the toilet and flushed - then giggled and walked out of the bathroom. The moment she had done so I leapt from the shower with a gasp, having felt the water temperature start to rise a bit, and turned off the water, surveying the damage to the door. The hinges had come clean off the doorframe, and though the door itself was thankfully in one piece, the frame would need to be repaired and a new door installed. Well, I supposed that for the next few days we wouldn't have a bathroom door at all. Finding my towel in the ruins of the bathroom door, I started to dry off, going back to our room to get some clothes for myself after I was mostly dry. Then it would be time for dinner.---She'd had a few glasses of wine and was already giggly. Dinner had been consumed, and I let her drink most of the wine, partly to get it into her system but mostly because I just don't like the taste of wine. The bottle I had gotten wasn't very large, and I'd only had a glass and a half myself, yet the day's ordeal of wetting every hour on the hour had left my bladder in a weakened state and I kind of had to go again. "We're out of wine," she said somewhat sadly. "Mix me something?" I downed the remainder of my wine and stood. "Nothing too strong," she said. "Just a little bit of alcohol." I nodded, and went into the kitchen, fixing us both glasses of whiskey and coke. Very little whiskey. I had no desire to get plastered either, but the tipsy buzz made playing around fun, and it would make it easier to get her into bed full.When I came back into the living room and handed her drink over, she took a sip of it, nodded in approval, and then set her drink not on the side table but even further away than that, as far as she could reach and on the floor. That should have been a warning sign, but I didn't pick up on it, dicking around with the remote control and just about to rise and use the toilet when I felt her press into my side, push me down onto the couch, and kiss me. She took my glass, too, and set it far away, pressing me down into the couch cushions as her lips locked with mine. We were both a bit buzzed, she much more than me, but I wouldn't have refused this had I been stone sober. Making out on the couch made me forget that I had to pee, at least for a few minutes, and when I remembered the urge was stronger than ever. In between kisses I murmured: "Can you let me up quick?""Why?" she teased aggressively, sitting upright astride my waist, and grabbing my wrist when I tried to wiggle away. "C'mon, tell me," she taunted, tickling along my side and causing me to gasp and burst into laughter, the surprise of it making me leak a bit into my underwear. "Oh, you've gotta pee, hm? I felt that leak." Like I was a little kid, my girlfriend easily gathered up both wrists and pushed them above my head, and with a sudden panicked jolt I realized that I was completely fucked. "Say it. Tell me you've gotta tinkle or I'll tickle you and make you piss your pants.""I have to pee," I confessed instantly. "God, don't tickle me. I'll burst. Please. You don't want me peeing on the couch, right?" But I suspected she wouldn't care at this point. Damn, she was so strong! I couldn't even pull one wrist free from that iron grip, watching her wiggling fingers warily. My bladder, without kissing to distract me from its signals, was now indicating its extreme displeasure in the form of hot, pulsing waves, urine pushing against my frantically clamped muscles. "Please. I can feel it at the base of my dick. I can't hold it if I can't grab myself." Her weight was actually in the right place to help a little, not pushing on my bladder, but without being able to cross my legs or squeeze I wouldn't last more than a minute. With each passing second I could feel the desire to void growing stronger within me, and she could most definitely feel the slightly damp patch as I wriggled and squirmed beneath her."But I like seeing you pee yourself," she said with a wicked grin. "You're sneaky and you slip off to the toilet all the time before I notice and can make you hold it. It's so fun to see you suffer so obviously." I had been listening to her and taken my attention off of her free hand for a fatal second, and without warning her fingers dived into my armpits and started scratching gently against the skin. I'm incredibly ticklish and this amuses her greatly, moreso when I have to pee, and I arched my back with a screech of laughter, loosing another squirt of urine into my already stained boxers. "I know you can't take it," she whispered to me, stopping her tickling for just long enough to let me hear, and to revel in her power to make me piss myself. Agonizingly, with my bladder already throbbing and at the bursting point, my shorts already damp with failure, she touched her fingernails to the inside of my elbow and torturously walked them down my bicep, the ticklish sensation slowly blossoming - then disappearing just before reaching my armpits.I could only gasp and shut my eyes tight, trying both not to laugh and not to pee myself as her fingernails teased my sensitive skin. And then it stopped. "Fine," she said with a sigh, rolling her eyes as she reluctantly got up and opened the way for me to spring off the couch and dash to the bathroom. Or so I thought; I was so desperate that sudden movements would lead to leaking, and though my first instinct was to grab my wet crotch and hold on tight, I found that it was difficult to move my legs in such a way that I could get off the couch. My girlfriend was delighted by my inability to move, and sat there at the foot of the couch with a huge grin. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to do it all at once, squeezing hard against the leak and managing to make it to my feet with only a little bit more soaking of my underwear.And then I felt my girlfriend's fingers in my armpits, tickling furiously. "Gotcha!" she taunted, and though I tried to squirm away and protect myself by pressing my arms to my sides, it was useless. I pissed my boxers thoroughly with my girlfriend's tipsy laughter teasing me, feeling the blessed relief of emptying my bladder mixed with the embarrassment of having thoroughly wet myself. I could only stand there awkwardly, laughing and shaking my head and grabbing myself as I lost control completely, the ordeal ending only when I had stopped peeing and my girlfriend slapped me on the ass playfully. "Take a shower. I'll finish your drink, since your bladder is obviously too weak to have anything else in it." Recovering from my embarrassment, I stuck my tongue out at her and retorted:"I'll get you back for this." Her amused smirk was par for the course. I left her to drink both her whiskey and cola and mine as I went to first toss my soaked boxers into the laundry, then to take another quick shower to rinse off. By the time I was done with these chores my girlfriend had downed both drinks and was working on another one of hers, and I settled back down on the couch with her. "You," I said, trying to be as assertive as possible, "aren't going to pee until tomorrow morning." She laughed and agreed without a second thought, her impish grin speaking louder than any words that she thought my attempt at retaliation weak. I had been banking on that, however, knowing that her pride would lead her to accept my challenge, such as it was, and that she wouldn't be on her guard.Moreover, with my intention stated openly, I had all the excuse in the world to continually refresh her drink, keeping the alcohol content low as before, and even lowering it a bit because she was going through them so fast. I was heartened by the sight of her starting to squirm by the end of the night, but she still wasn't really all that desperate. Not like she had been before, just showing a visible desire to use the bathroom, but it was better than nothing, I guess. By the end she was drinking almost entirely soda, and when she started to yawn, I feigned defeat, prompting her to smile at me and finish the last drink. The movie we'd been watching was done, and I turned off the TV and the lights, guiding her past the bathroom and into bed, where she kissed me on the cheek and promptly dropped off despite all the soda she'd been drinking.Now for the hard part.I'd done this a number of times before and despite my best efforts she still never wet the bed. Even doing the hand-in-water trick hadn't broken through her bladder's defenses. I judged that this time I'd gotten more liquid into her. How, I wondered, was I going to make her wet the bed? With the lights dimmed and my girlfriend the heroine fast asleep, I tried to clear my thoughts and think about how I was going to make her leak. |
I'd tried the hand in the water trick before, and it hadn't worked. I'd tried getting her so drunk she woke up with a hangover and a sour expression the next day, and it hadn't worked. While I was pondering this, I decided to use the toilet myself, leaving the bedroom lights off and making the rounds to check that the door was locked, all the lights were off, et cetera. My own pee at the toilet didn't yield any insights except perhaps some mental musing about what might need to be done to repair the bathroom door. Once done, I flushed the toilet and stared out the window at the quiet, dark street, lips twisted in useless thought. Who was I kidding? I'd filled her up with coffee and a strong diuretic this morning and she'd still held on for twelve hours. Sure, she'd nearly wet herself, but almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. With her body's natural anti-diuretic processes helping her hold on for the duration of her slumber, I'd need to think of something outside the box to get her to lose control.A thought occurred to me, and I went to shake the computer in the den out of sleep, squinting as the electronic glare filled the room with eerie bluish light. Once my eyes had recovered I spent the next half an hour searching for any possible advice for making someone pee the bed, but I didn't make any headway there, either. The only advantage I was working with was that my girlfriend slept soundly enough to miss an earthquake, but how could I turn that into practical leverage for making her pee the sheets? I could try tickling her, but I did suspect she'd wake up if she ended up breaking the bed or something nearby. Sighing with frustration, I shut the computer down and yawned. Trying to engage in creative thinking past midnight was useless. I'd let her have this round.When something buzzed in my pocket it nearly made me jump out of my skin with fright before I realized that it was just my phone. Feeling my suddenly racing heart thudding against my chest, I pulled it out and checked the new message I had just gotten:Open the door.I blinked. Surely that didn't mean... Was I crazy? This felt like some kind of weird horror movie. Tiptoeing to the front door in a t-shirt and boxers, I cracked the door and peered outside. There, standing on the front step, was a masked woman in a catsuit, who grinned at the sight of me. "Open up," she whispered. When I didn't react right away, she grinned. "I'm going to make your girlfriend pee the bed. Let me in." I opened the door for her, not quite sure who was coming inside, but if she'd known to send me a message, she must be associated with the person who was being so generous in giving me money, right? I shut the door behind her and indicated that she follow me, and we walked on quiet feet to the bedroom, where my heavy-sleeping heroine girlfriend lay blissfully unaware of anything. Dimly I realized that my heart was pounding again and my dick erect."How are you going to make this work?" I asked in a whisper. "I've put her hand in water, put on water sounds, put her to bed drunk, everything I can think of." Then my better judgement caught up with me and I added: "And just who are you, anyway?""Call me the Bedwetter," she replied with a giggle. Her voice was enticing, somehow. "I make full boys and girls pee their beds. It's not very easy to make someone pee the bed if they aren't already inclined to do so. You have to get past a lot of conditioning for the purpose of not peeing oneself in sleep, as well as body mechanics like the physical size of the bladder and so forth." She took my hand in hers - it was gloved, but still soft, and before I could ask what she was doing, she touched my girlfriend's temple, and I felt a strange lassitude wash over my body. Then, before I knew it, I was in another place entirely, one not darkened by night, but rather lit by a strange light that seemed everywhere. I looked around, seeing what looked like our bathroom, but it was much larger than the real bathroom, and the door was still attached.Abruptly my girlfriend burst into the room, although I'm not sure if burst is really the right way to describe it. I could definitely feel that she was in a hurry, but she seemed to simply appear without touching the door, which became suddenly open without having crossed the intervening space. More oddly, the toilet had changed shape - it was a useless device in this form, looking somehow melted and misshapen. The toilet was tilted towards the floor, in a position between horizontal and vertical, more like a urinal but not really that either. My girlfriend tried to sit on it anyway, contorting her body in all sorts of strange ways trying to get comfortable, and holding her crotch while squirming the whole time. She looked much, much more desperate than she ever did normally, and didn't seem to notice me."Your girlfriend is dreaming," said the woman called the Bedwetter. "Her physical body needs to pee, of course. That's why she looks so desperate." Despite the awkward position, my girlfriend started to pee into the toilet, with most of it splashing around and not going in the bowl thanks to the bizarre shape of the toilet, but the splashing pee seemed to simply disappear. "But her mind knows that she's not supposed to pee. That's the significance of the useless toilet - though her body wants to relieve itself, the subconscious knows that it can't." As she squirmed around, letting out jets of pee that didn't seem to do anything once they left her body, she finally stopped and pulled her shorts back up, yet jammed her hand in between her legs and whimpered with desperation. "Though she's peed in the dream, she hasn't actually peed, and the very real sense of desperation caused by her full bladder won't go away unless she actually wets herself.""You mean she can pee in the dream without actually peeing?" I asked, feeling myself grow stiff at the sight of my desperately dancing girlfriend, rocking back and forth as she bent over double. "Like, dreaming of peeing doesn't mean her bladder is actually emptying?""Not whatsoever," the Bedwetter replied fiendishly. "She'll only stop feeling desperate if she actually pees, but if things continue normally she'll probably just remember trying to pee and failing in her dream, and wake up dry. That is, if we don't give her some nudging towards actually peeing." My girlfriend, taking hobbling steps with her thighs wrapped around the hand jammed between her crotch, flickered forward and then out the bathroom door, which inexplicably led out front to the neighborhood where we lived, which was sunny and looked fairly normal. Curious, I followed her and the Bedwetter came along, until we came to something that looked like an elaborate port-a-potty built on the corner, and she went inside.It was clean - it actually just looked like a different sort of bathroom, except the toilet was five feet tall. Must be another one of those mental inhibitions. "Ohhh, no!" she moaned. "This toilet is so tall!" It was true, but a nonsensical thing to say, as toilets were never supposed to be five feet tall. Nevertheless she tried to build a stepladder of empty yellow buckets that were there for some reason, but this work did not go so well when she was hunched over double. Moreover the buckets were not very stable and they kept falling over for no apparent reason, until my girlfriend finally gave up and pulled over a bucket with the intent of peeing into it. That bucket seemed to slide away from her as she peed and its shape grew narrower and more oval-shaped, yet my girlfriend didn't move, trying to arc her pee from where she was squatting into the bucket and missing terribly. It would have been a huge mess had the pee remained once it splashed off of the bucket."She'll be doing this for a while," the Bedwetter commented, as my girlfriend stopped trying to pee in the bucket, hunched over and grabbed her crotch, and then stood up straight with her legs and hands twisted around her body. "Notice how she hasn't actually peed her clothing, just continually tries to pee in absurd or difficult to reach places.""But I thought you said she won't actually end up wetting herself," I replied. I had to admit that watching this dream sequence was kind of arousing, but also surreal enough that it was pretty weird too. "Isn't the point to get her to pee the bed? What are you actually going to do?" She smiled at me, and then we were abruptly back in the dark bedroom. I half expected my girlfriend to be tossing and turning, given how desperate she'd acted in her dream, but she slumbered peacefully, a random fact about how most muscle groups were turned off during dream sleep coming to mind. She still didn't look that desperate, but the Bedwetter let go of my hand and pressed both of her gloved fingertips to my girlfriend's temples."What we're going to do is override the subconscious impulse to not pee herself," she replied. Then she turned to my girlfriend and whispered teasingly into her ear: "Gotta pee? I bet you have to pee real bad, huh. Bladder's so full and aching to be relieved. It would feel soooooo good to pee. Mmm, just think of how full you are," the Bedwetter went on, turning to wink at me. My girlfriend shifted slightly in bed, and I ran my hand under the sheets to see if that had done it. No, nothing yet. It was still dry. I shook my head in reply, and to my surprise she motioned me to my girlfriend's other ear and started to whisper again: "Just go ahead and pee. It'll feel soooo nice to pee... there's nothing wrong with peeing right where you are."My heart was hammering so hard and my hands shaking with so much excitement that it took me a bit to find my voice. "You should just empty that bursting bladder of yours. I don't mind." Immediately my girlfriend let out a small moan, and I pulled back, fearful that she'd awakened, but she settled back into sleep. The Bedwetter nodded at me to keep going, and once I was convinced she wouldn't awaken, I did. "Just go ahead and pee everywhere. I'd love it if you peed the bed, drenched those sheets nice and good. I love seeing you completely fucking lose control and pee everywhere. It's okay. Just go ahead and wet yourself.""I think she reacts more strongly to your voice," the Bedwetter murmured to me. It certainly seemed to be true, and she reached under the sheets, then grinned and took my hand, guiding it to my girlfriend's crotch. There, I could feel a telltale wet spot. "She's leaking. Keep going."Unable to help myself, I started stroking her pussy gently through her panties as I kept whispering, growing bolder. "I know you love peeing your panties. It hurts so much to hold - just let it all flow out. Trickle slowly out from that pinched urethra of yours. Mmm, I have to pee too. Let's pee together... ooh, it's coming out, I can't help it. I'm peeing all over my shorts, all that warm pee soaking the fabric and starting to run down my legs..." I wasn't actually peeing myself. I was way, way too hard to pee right now. "I feel you peeing a little. Let it all out for me, hon. I want you to completely flood the bed and pee everywhere, yes, just like that." I felt another, stronger squirt dampen my fingertips, and I kept rubbing.The Bedwetter's fingertips stayed pressed to her temples. I had no idea what she was actually doing, just that it seemed to be working. And who the hell called themselves the Bedwetter anyway? It was like a cheesy villain name from some crappy cartoon, but I couldn't care that much if she was actually making my girlfriend wet the bed. "Let it go," I said more firmly. "Pee yourself. Soak those panties. Drench the sheets - yes, just like that, keep peeing, keep peeing," I encouraged her, feeling a flood starting to soak my fingers, and with that, her dam broke; a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she grinded against my fingertips, bladder emptying itself in sleep. I didn't even mind having my hand peed on, and as the flow continued for its usual minute, positively drenching the bed, the Bedwetter took her fingertips away and smirked."You know what to do from here," she said simply, and left the bedroom. By the time I had recovered my wits enough to follow - God, I was so fucking hard it was all I could do to keep from jerking off - she was gone, and I simply locked the front door once more and returned to the bedroom. Though I had been tired before, I was too excited to sleep now.Besides, getting into a completely soaked bed and falling asleep wasn't going to be very easy. |
That would be an entirely different story altogether, I feel.
In any case, here is the next installment. This part features mostly male desperation and wetting with some female desperation.
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I ended up not sleeping a whole lot that night for a variety of reasons, but once my phone vibrated its quiet alarm early in the morning, I was pretty much awake already, and so I slipped out of the pissed-in bed and slipped away to the kitchen for the normal morning routine. Mindful of my own bladder, I made a pit stop before getting to the kitchen, starting up breakfast, and brewing up some of the special coffee before returning to rouse my girlfriend. Unlike most mornings, however, she was already awake when I returned, out of bed, and looking at the bed with a displeased expression on her face. "Good morning," I asked, then hesitated. I was supposed to convince her to see a bladder specialist, but how would I maneuver the conversation there? "Is something the matter?" I blurted out, having to restrain the urge to smack my forehead immediately thereafter. It wasn't a very good start when not only was something clearly the matter, but by any reasonable expectation I would already know what it was.
"You don't have to be nice about it," she said somewhat crossly. Her lips twisted into an expression of distaste, although I was fairly sure it was more directed at herself than at me. "Christ. I can't believe I pissed the fucking bed. What the hell is wrong with me?"
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You've been under a lot of stress recently with this stakeout thing, right? It's probably not out of the question to think that it just got to you yesterday and your bladder decided to act up. Besides, it's not like I think you're a freak or anything." I shrugged. "Hell, I'm surprised I haven't pissed the bed myself, with a bladder as weak as mine."
"Adults usually don't pee the bed," she retorted, then stopped and took a deep breath, her expression softening. "I'm sorry. You don't deserve that. I'm just kind of mad at myself." She looked at the large, damp patch on the sheets and shook her head again. "I should be apologizing to you for wetting in the bed you were sleeping in."
"Don't worry about it," I said, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Like I said, it's probably just stress or something. If you're really worried about it I can call the doctor and ask for a checkup later, make sure it's nothing serious. But probably just a day or two of taking it easy will clear things right up." On second thought, that might be too wishy-washy of a push, but I'm actually really terrible at lying to my girlfriend and so I figured playing it safe was probably the better move, even if it took longer to accomplish the end goal. Although, I wasn't sure if my mystery employer would see things that way. "For now, though, just go ahead and shower. I'll take care of this later today, no sweat. You really don't need to worry." That seemed to be enough for now, as she returned my kiss to the cheek, stripped off her dampened and stained clothing as she went, and threw it in the laundry basket before heading to take a shower. Laying in the dampness had proved impossible, so I had spent most of the night in a restless perch on the very edge of the bed and was dry.
I hadn't recieved any new messages, so I figured the previous instruction to get her to a doctor stood - there was one in particular I was supposed to call, and I had the contact information already saved. I figured that she'd be in on whatever scheme was being cooked up, and as I served breakfast with the spiked coffee and toast and eggs, my girlfriend appeared again, but just as she sat down I heard her phone's ringtone and she fished it out of her pocket. "Mm? Oh, hey, what's up? ....You did? God that's a relief to hear. All right, all right... you'll take care of that? You're a dear. All right, you take it easy. Good work." My girlfriend smirked as she keyed her phone off. "Nailed the bastard, finally. Today suddenly started looking a whole lot better." She sat down and went to eating and drinking with gusto, joining me, with my cup already half gone while listening to the conversation.
"That means you don't need to go in today?" I asked, mentally reassessing what my day was going to look like. One fact floated immediately to the top of the to-do list. "Wonderful. That's great news, babe." She grinned, and we were able to have a fairly normal breakfast, although this time when she finished her coffee she put the cup into the sink and went to the refrigerator, opening the door and looking for something. "Only you would drink soda with breakfast," I said, chewing on a mouthful of egg. "I don't know how you can stand it." She didn't answer, instead frowning at the fridge for a minute before coming back. "What?"
"We're out of coke," she said matter-of-factly. "All that's left is your diet crap." She had a can of aforementioned diet crap in hand, and it didn't stop her from opening it and starting to drink heartily. I left her to her can of soda and put my dishes in the sink, then as casually as possible started to make my way back to the toilet. Knowing that she was going to be here, with nothing to do -- "Where are you going?" she asked with a wide grin that said both she knew exactly where I had been planning to go and that I was no longer allowed to be going there. "We're out of Coke, and I know you were going to go shopping today, so as soon as the store opens I'll drive you over there so we can stock back up." Unspoken was the fact that I would not be allowed to pee at least until the shopping trip was over - if then.
Suddenly it seemed like I had to pee again.
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If there was a device invented for the sole purpose of torturing someone who has a full bladder, it would still pale in comparison to a car seat.
There's something about the combination of literally nothing to do when you're not driving, the shape of the seat itself where you can't stretch out or change positions very well, and the constant stop/start and humming of the car itself that makes a full-bladdered car trip a desperate ordeal. In this case it was me, with my hand squeezing between my legs and my body hunched over as far forward as I could with the seat belt on, suffering that desperate ordeal, much to the delight of my superpowered girlfriend. I could see her grins as she looked over at me, enjoying every detail, every shift and squirm that spoke of my discomfort as the warm pressure sensation in my bladder grew and grew. She delighted in conservatively stopping when lights turned yellow and never even inching above the speed limit, casually blowing off the sometimes irritated reactions this earned us from other drivers.
I was indulging myself in this extremely obvious holding and squirming because I was going to have to make an effort to look reasonably normal when we were shopping. I think my girlfriend knew this too and was starting to get impatient towards the end, because the red light she had to stop at prompted a sigh and for her to finish off the can of Diet Coke she'd brought into the car - for all the complaining, she'd had three already - and tap her foot impatiently. Anyone else, and I might have read early signs of desperation into that motion, but aside from the foot-tapping she was completely in control and would probably not start showing the diuretic's effect for a few hours yet. But me, I was dying. I wasn't even watching where we were going - a fact I didn't realize my girlfriend had capitalized on by taking a few superfluous turns. When we finally arrived, I took a few deep breaths to steady myself before going to open the door, and my girlfriend lunged across the center console to dive her fingers into my armpits. She couldn't get them deeply in there, of course, but I gasped, nearly jumped a mile, and felt a droplet leak out of my penis. "Just hold on a bit longer," she teased, whispering into my ear. "Love ya, hon."
I had to focus as I got out of the car, but I admitted to myself that changing position and standing helped, for a little bit at least. Being able to grip the shopping cart also helped, and leaning on it let me change positions; when ostensibly looking at something on the shelves, I leaned forward and put my forearms on the handlebar. It fooled casual observers, but not my girlfriend, who could read my desperation in every move, and by the time we reached the aisle with the Coke I was wondering if I'd be able to make it back home without flooding my boxers. Strangely, my girlfriend seemed more distracted than pleased with my obvious suffering, even when I had to stop, glance around, and squeeze my penis hard to regain enough control to keep walking. Her body language was tight, arms crossed under her chest, and she walked quickly. It seemed like she was struggling with something.
However, I was far too busy with my personal pee torture to take notice. I tried to rush, but it quickly became obvious that slow, painstaking steps would be the best I could manage, and I focused wholly on the present, on each step after the next not being the one that jarred loose my aching bladder. Items went into the cart haphazardly, my knuckles white on the handlebar and my hand trembling when I had to reach for an item. More than once I had to stop, gasp, cross my legs tightly over one another and double over, trembling, until the wave of pee pressure had passed and I could resume my snail's pace through the supermarket. My cheeks burned as I was increasingly unable to act normal, aware that I must be drawing stares, but there was nothing else I could do except pee myself right there in the aisle. Finally, all the items on the checklist were crossed off, and I turned the cart ponderously around a corner and started to make my way towards the checkout line and salvation. "Got everything," I muttered through clenched teeth.
My girlfriend was silent until we got in line, there thankfully being a short one to jump into, although even the two-person wait would feel interminable. It was then that she leaned in close, her voice tight and as close to panic as I could ever remember it being: "I think I'm about to piss myself." That was surprising enough to hear that it gave me a thirty-second reprieve, a burst of resolve as my flagging penis tried to rally and stiffen up. I hear that some guys can be stiff and desperate at the same time, but not me. When I get this bad, where it feels like I've got a ball of molten lava in my bladder, I couldn't get stiff if you put me in front of a harem. There was no longer any question of pretending to be normal. I crossed my legs too tightly to move, squeezing my cock with my thighs, and holding onto the shopping cart with both hands. My eyes were wide and directed, unseeing, at the ceiling while I battled with my bladder for control of my dignity. When we had the chance to move up in line, I didn't even bother to walk, but took a series of awkward hops using the cart for balance. It was only then that I made the too-obvious reply to my girlfriend's observation:
"Me too." A part of me tried to wonder how she had gotten so desperate so fast, but the other 99% of me was too busy containing the urge to soak my shorts to care. I'm sure the cashier wasn't deliberately trying to go as slow as possible, but it sure as hell felt like it. Then came the awkward realization that I had to start putting all of the stuff in the cart onto the conveyor belt to be rung up, and I held onto the cart for balance like my legs were broken, coming around to the front, and carelessly piling everything up in a big heap. I could feel that each time I bent over, I trickled a little bit of piss from the tip of my dick into my boxers. All I could do was pray it didn't start showing.
When it finally came to be my turn, the cashier looked at me with an are-you-serious look at the jumble of groceries I'd piled up, but saw something which made her bite back a snide comment and just get to work as quickly as possible. Maybe she was just too weirded out by our behavior, looking like we were being tortured standing there in the checkout line, to make an argument of it. Maybe I was just too busy suffering desperately to notice where her eyes kept going as she rang up the items in an excruciatingly slow normal manner. I sure as hell didn't notice the little smile and the gradual but real slowdown in the pace at which our stuff was rang up. It was only when I gasped and abandoned dignity, resorting to a crotch-grab to physically stop the pee from flowing out of my cock, that the total finally came up.
I didn't remember what it was. I just remember all but tossing my card at her, dancing on the spot with my hands full of grocery bags, and leaving my girlfriend to actually deal with the matter of payment. I took those grocery bags and, gathering my last bit of strength, strode quickly out of the store and across the parking lot, where my girlfriend had deliberately parked far away from the entrance. Unfortunately my strength had long since run out, and my desperately quick pace burst the dam. The pain in my bladder had gotten the better of me and I started to spurt, then stream, piss into my pants, only able to slow the flow and use the grocery bags to shield my crotch, almost tearing open the car doors to throw the grocery bags in the back seat. As I slammed the door shut my girlfriend came running up, grabbing her own crotch but still dry, and hurled herself into the passenger's seat. "Drive!" she shouted at me.
"Are you fucking nuts?!" was all I could think to reply with, my hand wrapped around my piss-soaked cock and stemming the flow to occasional spurts between my fingers, but she had a point. Neither of us was in any condition to drive. I'd gone past my limit, but she was still holding, so by all rights she should, yet... I couldn't take it anymore. I heard her yell suddenly as I ducked down to inspect the front wheel, ostensibly looking at something but in reality using it and my body to shield myself from onlookers as I hauled my dripping cock from my shorts and let loose a torrent of piss underneath the car, sobbing with relief as my bladder began to empty in earnest.
"You had better not be peeing!" she yelled, but my girlfriend was currently curled up in a ball in the side seat and was in no condition to do anything to me. It was amazing, really, how clarity of thought and purpose flowed back into my mind as pee flowed out of my bladder. I hoped an onlooker would mistake the inevitable river for some kind of leak of fluid, because there was no way I could stop now, and I enjoyed more than thirty seconds of blissful relief before pulling my wet shorts up, still trying to shield the huge wet spot with the car. I was lucid enough now to consider grabbing a plastic shopping back and laying it over the driver's side seat to sit on before I sat myself atop of it. My hands were still wet with piss, but nothing to do about that now.
"Give me the keys," I said, and she stopped struggling long enough to hand them over, before returning to her tightly curled position. As I started the car, I now had plenty of time to wonder about - and enjoy - my girlfriend's desperation. What had gotten to her so badly and so fast? Surely it wasn't the diuretic. She'd shown herself capable of holding for a normal amount of time even with it in her system, so what had been the catalyst?
If I could find it, I would get one step closer to getting her to that phony doctor's appointment. |
Sorry for the long wait. I have finally finished the next chapter! Huzzah and all that.
This story contains mostly female desperation and some wetting. Be warned: the second half of the story contains a fair bit of sexual content, so if you're the kind of person who is squeamish about that... you've been forewarned.
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I was in no hurry as I pulled out of the parking space at the supermarket, and nonchalantly waited to turn back onto the road, being rather careful to ensure there was no chance of being surprised by oncoming traffic. In fact, I felt rather good now that I had soaked my shorts and relieved the pressure on my bladder, and not even the damp, clammy feeling of rapidly cooling piss that soaked my clothing could outweigh the immense pleasure I got from seeing my girlfriend's bladder betray her. It was amazing to watch her legs grind against one another, shoes kicked off so she could curl her feet in vain agony, hands jammed in between her legs and body bowed over. Unlike myself, who tended to suffer in an obvious and squirming manner, my girlfriend tended to become more and more unresponsive when she had to go pee, focusing every last bit of her iron will on containing the contents of her bladder. That suited me just fine, as I came to a stop at the traffic light."Go faster!" she hissed desperately from between clenched teeth without looking up. She shifted position slightly, arching her back and leaning backwards, suddenly yanking on the lever to send the seat into as near a horizontal position as it could manage. Of course, car seats don't go all the way back, and even if it did there's that gap between the seat and the back which more or less coincides with the lower back. When she arched her spine so much that the top of her head was pressed into the car seat, I got an amazing view of her breasts pressing against her shirt, so much so that I nearly forgot to start moving again when the light changed."We've still got to stop for red lights, babe. It wouldn't be very smart to run a red light or be caught speeding and then have to explain to an officer why. 'Sorry, officer, but my girlfriend is going to piss herself if we don't get home soon.' I doubt they'd buy that, and it would just take us longer - and you don't want to lose control with someone watching, do you?" Her only response was another desperate hiss as I kept the speedometer needle exactly at the speed limit. Since she wasn't responding and I did have to keep my eyes on the road enough to drive, I instead started letting my mind wander to the next step. This sudden onslaught of desperation was a godsend, making it easier to argue that her normally-strong bladder must be stressed and that she needed to go and see someone. I'd bring that up at home after she'd peed, though. It would probably seem a bit douchey to do it right now.Still, I couldn't help but be impressed by her resilience. I had failed my test, so to speak, bladder bursting before we had finished our shopping trip. This was more or less to be expected, though, and even though I was having my 'revenge' with the slow drive back home while she tried to stay perfectly still in the passenger's seat (mostly failing, given the twitches and tensing I could see in her lower body) the real victory was that she was having bladder trouble at all. Come to think of it, I had no idea what a 'doctor's appointment' would even do, but I had been told to get her to one, so I would. Without even thinking about it I was muttering encouragement to her: "Come on, babe. It's just a few more minutes away. You've got this." And hold she did, clamping her hands even harder into the crotch of her shorts, squeezing like she was trying to wring water from a rock.Since I had already peed, when we made it back she simply threw the car door open and ran awkwardly around her clamped hands while I went to deal with the groceries. It was fortunate the door was still awaiting repairs or we might have suffered a second broken bathroom door in as many days. Without thinking I took the grocery bags into the kitchen and more or less dropped them in place while I went to go and check on my girlfriend. I heard her groaning with relief as she emptied her piss into the toilet bowl, and rapped lightly on the wall to get her attention: "You doing all right?"A sigh came back. "Yeah, it's just... fuck. What the hell is wrong with me? wetting the bed and now nearly wetting in public. I'm an adult, goddammit." This was her usual line of self-criticism when her bladder failed her, which I had learned was almost never."Look, babe, why don't you let me set up an appointment with a doc? I know someone you could go and see, and it's not like you're going to be busy tomorrow, right? I'm sure she'll tell you it's just stress and you've gotta relax and maybe lay off the drinking a few days to give your bladder some time to relax, but it'll probably make you feel better to hear it from someone professional, right?" I waited, heart thumping, to see if she'd go for it. One of the interesting things about my girlfriend is, for as clever and intelligent as she can be, she's also shockingly gullible if you know how to go about it. I was rewarded with a nod and a muttered "all right" by way of response, so I left her there to finish up in the bathroom and started unpacking, my hands trembling with so much excitement now that I fumbled a few things and dropped the bottle of coke onto the counter, making me wince. I'd have to tell her not to open it for a while.Then I went to my phone and dialed the number I'd been instructed to. The fact that there was more than met the eye here was confirmed as soon as someone else picked up on the other end, as it seemed like my call had been expected, but I was absorbed in the details and failed to notice my girlfriend come in and open the fridge, going right for the bottle of soda. "Shit!" she burst out, loud enough to be heard on the other end of the line, and I turned to see that it had exploded, a good third of the bottle foaming out over the top and into the sink, which she had thankfully had the lightning reflexes to toss the bottle into. "God dammit! Today fucking sucks. I'm going to go and watch TV for the rest of the day and drink soda." She glanced at the bottle and frowned. "And your diet crap too. Fuck me."I couldn't hear the smile on the other end of the line.---"I can hold it," she said, placing just enough emphasis on those last two words to convey her frustration.Today must have been the day my number got called, because even the relaxing nature of doing nothing but watching TV and playing video games all day hadn't done anything to calm my girlfriend's suddenly overactive bladder. "Don't push yourself," I tried to cajole her. "The doctor said you need to be full tomorrow and you can't use the bathroom after ten tonight, so if you stress your bladder it's just going to be that much worse on you tomorrow." I could guess the reasoning for the need for a full bladder, something that had kept me enjoyably hard for most of the night. My girlfriend's stubbornness had been a treat today, as she desperately tried not to acknowledge how badly her bladder was pulsing and throbbing, leading to lovely scenes of her sitting on her heel at the computer chair and almost shaking with desperation while refusing to stop playing, or barely able to watch TV because she had both of her hands between her legs and her head bowed.Moreover, after the second such episode of desperation she had taken a little longer than usual in the bathroom for whatever reason, and immediately thereafter jumped on me with an almost ferocious desire. "Maybe sex will fix whatever's wrong with my bladder," she had said, pulling at my shorts and giving me a knowing smirk at discovering I was already rock-hard. We had gone at it for a little while, and after we were done and had been pressed together on the couch, lethargically unable to move for a few minutes, she'd gone to pour herself another drink. I'd already told her a few times that maybe her Coke guzzling was responsible for her need to pee, to which she replied each time that she'd been pounding away Coke like this for as long as she could remember and never had trouble with it. Then had followed a sudden tickle punishment for dropping her Coke and wasting a third of it before she'd even begun to drink. By the time evening had rolled around, she was back to the 'diet crap' and making pointed remarks about it every other minute or so."So I'll hold it until ten," she said stubbornly, glancing at the clock to confirm that there were indeed only forty-five minutes left until then. I kept an eye on the time as well. Knowing my super girlfriend as I did, I realized that today's frequent bouts of peeing and holding would have left her weak, and that opened up opportunities which usually were not available. I'd have to make it count, though, and I was content to wait and let her desperation grow as the minutes ticked by. I think she must have caught me glancing at the clock thoughtfully, because despite her need to void her bladder she smirked and teased me; "Yeah, I bet you like that, huh? Another forty-five minutes of me squirming around like a little bitch. Maybe I shouldn't go to the doctor after all and just let you prescribe some bladder punishment for me. That'll teach my bladder to misbehave like this." Since she was already looking at me, I'm almost certain she saw the subtle shift in the bulge in my shorts as my cock tried to grow even harder and stiffer."I almost never get to see this," I said by way of explanation, not even bothering to deny that I liked it when she had to pee. "You've got a super bladder of steel and usually I see you 'deciding' to use the bathroom after holding it for a day and a half or so. I don't get the enjoyment of watching you hop around like some chick at a bar who's had too much to drink and is too wasted to get herself to the toilet in time. So if it's the only day I get to see you like this, I'm sure as hell going to enjoy it.""You sick fuck." She grinned at me, and I grinned back, and then she put on a little bit more of a show of needing to piss. "Your sick perversion is rubbing off on me, too. Being this desperate has made me fucking horny. The only thing that's stopping me from jumping your bones again is that I don't think I'll be able to hold it if I do.""I don't mind," I said with a waggle of my eyebrows. She laughed, then gasped and clamped down on her pussy again with her hand."Yeah, but where would we do it? I don't mind wetting on your cock, but making a mess of the bed or the couch or the carpets means it would be a bitch to clean." I had actually already thought about this before, and so I had an answer ready:"Let's go take a shower, then." While this was not where my plan had originally been going to go, I was more than willing to make some adjustments. "Why don't you finish up that glass and make it your last drink for the night, then I'll bang the pee out of you?" God I was getting so hard. It was that kind of hardness where your hard cock just starts to rub against the material of your shorts and keeps you hard because even that feels good. My girlfriend shot me a look."Yes, Master," she said with a smirk, and chugged the rest of her drink, which inevitably resulted in a belch, but we both laughed and made our way to the bathroom, with its still-destroyed door propped on the wall beside it. Clothing was stripped and tossed in the dirty clothes basket, and as I poked into the shower to start adjusting the water temperature I could hear her feet pattering slightly on the floor as the running water rekindled her need to pee. "Shit. Fuck that makes me need to go. You sick bastard, wanting me to piss myself." Glancing behind as I ran my hand through the water, I could see how her breasts bounced now as she squeezed her pussy directly, legs bent as she danced back and forth on her toes and then squatted. "Hurry the fuck up already. I'm going to piss on the floor in a minute." While teasing her by taking even longer was definitely a tempting notion, I didn't want her actually wetting on the floor.I slid the shower curtain aside and let her wiggle in, then followed behind her and closed it, immediately pressing up against her back and murmuring in her ear as the warm water started to flow down over both our bodies. My stiff shaft pressed up against the small of her back, and she moaned appreciatively and rubbed up against me while I took hold of her large breasts and gently fondled them. "Come on, stop holding yourself with your hands," I coaxed her gently. "It doesn't matter if you pee yourself now. Just hold with your legs and muscles." It took a moment, but her hands unclenched from her crotch and settled at her sides, then slid back to rub up and down my thigh firmly. The pressure of her rubbing spoke of how badly she needed to go, but she was quite responsive to my touches and started to grope around for my length."I'm going to pee so soon," she muttered in reply, teeth gritted and jaw clenched. "Come on. Don't make me wait." Finding what she was looking for, my girlfriend guided me between her legs from behind, and then leaned forward to brace herself against the shower wall, leaving the stream of water splashing down over her back as I entered. I could feel how tightly she was clenched around me, and as I slid forward I heard her gasp slightly, going up on her toes. "Fuck, my bladder. Oh god. It feels so fucking good. I don't know whether to cum or piss. Shit. Come on, move. Move, dammit - FUCK!!"Her outburst came for one simple reason; as I thrust into her, I reached around to her front and suddenly pressed in on her bladder, abusing it from both sides and making her wet hair flop about as she tossed her head. A low but steady stream of invective came from her as I slowly thrust into her, kneading her rock-hard bladder with my fingertips, trying to more or less squeeze her piss out. But there was a more effective way, something I would never get away with if she'd been in possession of her full strength and normal bladder. As I picked up the pace, thrusting into her and clenching my own muscles to keep from climaxing too soon, my fingers went from squeezing to tickling along her sides and ribs.I can't imagine that it's very easy to maneuver when you've literally got something inside of you. My girlfriend's position on her toes and with me inside of her made her quite helpless and despite her shrieks of laughter she couldn't really wiggle away in any effective sense. It didn't take long, either, when I tormented her in this way - I could suddenly feel something even warmer starting to flow over my shaft and spatter on the floor of the tub, and given the way she was moaning and screaming and gasping I figured that my girlfriend was either peeing or cumming. Well, she was almost certainly peeing and possibly cumming, or maybe just the pee relief was so good that it felt like an orgasm. Sometimes, when you've got to go really really bad, a piss feels better than sex when you get to let it out. For her this was probably one of those times, and I slowed down, partly to keep myself from letting go but also partly to hit each stroke deeper and harder, pounding the piss out of my girlfriend's bladder.I could tell when she was done because of how much her posture relaxed, but just as I was about to speed up again she wriggled free of me, turned around, and kissed me, while grabbing my cock rather firmly. "Sick fuck," she whispered in my ear again. "You've had enough fun for tonight. If I let you cum again you might start losing discipline." While her grip wasn't as strong as it otherwise would have been, I knew better than to push my luck. "Now come on. Let's get cleaned up and relax before bed. You're probably going to get to see me suffer again tomorrow, so try not to enjoy it too much."Tomorrow. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I had a feeling it was going to be excellent. |
Hi all,
As some of you know, I recently decided to stop posting updates to my main story.
But I have now started a new story - which I hope you'll enjoy.
As you'll see, the main character is a Princess who is heir to the throne. I guess it's reminiscent of a slightly historical time, because she lives at court with the nobility, and everyone else there is obliged to be very respectful towards her because of her position. That said, it's still set in the presnt time.
I hope you enjoy it, and I would welcome any feedback.
Kelli
Chapter 1
It all began when Princess Jade was waiting for her ride to school one morning. She was watching her mom, the Queen, giving an interview on TV about the importance of healthy eating for kids. The Princess didn't normally watch her mom's TV appearances, but this one just happened to be on as Jade was killing a few minutes of time before she went to school.Her mom was explaining to the host of some breakfast show about why she was backing a campaign for kids to have less unhealthy food and drink:"We know that too many sweets and too much soda is bad for kids teeth and for their long-term health. And it's not just that - when Princess Jade was younger, I had to stop her drinking soda in the evenings at all. If she had a cola with her dinner, I didn't need to set an alarm clock that night - I could be sure that she would wake me up at 4am, having soaked her bed."The TV host smiled at this cute anecdote from the Queen, but Jade froze. She'd always managed to keep any accidents she'd had a total secret from other kids, but her friends could have been watching this interview, the other kids at Court could have been, anyone at her school could have been. Despairingly, she checked her watch in case it was earlier than she thought - but it wasn't. It was exactly the worst time: all around the country people watched this show before heading out to work or to school, which meant that before long every kid she knew would have heard this story.It was bad enough that the other kids at Court would know she used to wet the bed, even if they'd be too respectful to ever mention it, but because her mom insisted on her going to a school for commoners, she was not going to hear the end of this for months. She always hated going to school, but as her driver pulled up at that very moment, she was dreading it more than ever.******************************************************It was even worse than she had feared. All day, she was pursued by jokes and taunts about wetting the bed, about drinking soda, about whether the "precious little Princess goes pee-pee in her royal bed". At lunch, she lost count of how many kids thought it was hilarious to offer her a cola, and then correct themselves and say that maybe it wasn't such a good idea.By the time she came home, she was furious. So many times she'd asked her mom to send her to the school where all the other nobles went, but she had always refused. So at the very least, Jade had made sure that nobody at her school found out anything that would make her the butt of attention anymore than she already was by being heir to the throne. And now that was ruined.She knew she mustn't respond to the taunting, so she had put up with it all through school, but now that she was back at Court, she was desperate to have revenge somehow. But how could she humiliate anyone like she had been humiliated all day? She walked angrily back towards her chambers in the palace, when a young boy (the son of some minor nobleman) ran past her chasing a ball. "Watch where you're going!" she snapped. The boy immediately stopped running. "Sorry Princes Jade", he replied nervously, standing still and waiting for her to walk on before retrieving his ball.He had done no more than every other kid at Court was always obliged to do, since she was the Queen's daughter, but it immediately gave her an idea of how she could satisfy her desire for revenge after such a horrible day. She continued walking back towards her chambers, and she saw Cassie - the Count of Wessex's daughter - who was sitting in the courtyard, playing on a handheld games console."Hi Cassie", she called out in a friendly voice."Hi!", the younger girl looked up, and immediately put down her game when she saw who it was. "Um...hi...Princess Jade.""What are you playing?""Oh, it's...um...it's just an old game I like."The Princess waved her over. "I got some new games recently for my X-Box - do you want to come try them out with me?"Cassie looked shocked. "Um, me? Play with you? Now?"Jade smiled. "Sure? Why not?""Um...okay, of course." She followed Jade towards the Princess's chambers and they went in to her large living room, where there was a sofa facing a big TV."Go sit down - I'm just going to get a drink of juice, and then I'll come join you. You can be picking out a game for the X-Box if you like."Normally the servants in the Royal Household would fetch any food or drink that was needed by Jade or the Queen, but she had a small kitchen of her own, and she got two large glasses of juice. Then she went back to where Cassie was sitting nervously on the sofa.The Princess handed one glass to Cassie, who was clearly nervous. "There you go - I thought you might like one too.""Thank you, Princess."Jade smiled. "You don't have to always call me Princess you know - you can just call me Jade. Did you choose a game?""Um...no...it's okay, you can choose Princess. I mean, Jade.""Alright, I'll choose." The Princess chose a game and put it into the X-Box, knowing full well that it would take Cassie a while to get over her nerves. She was only a a few years younger than Jade, but wasn't used to spending time alone in the company of a Princess. Jade settled down into the sofa, and they started to play the game.****************************************************************After a couple of hours, Cassie's nerves about even talking to Jade had mostly disappeared. She clearly knew how impressed her friends would be when they heard she had been playing X-Box with the Princess. They had played a couple of different X-Box games, with Jade making sure she brought herself down to playing at the 8 year old's level, and they'd also each had a couple more large glasses of juice. On each occasion, the Princess hadn't asked Cassie if she'd like another glass, she had just brought it over - knowing full well that she would be polite enough to drink it.Cassie had chatted happily with the Princess once she'd relaxed, but she had also started to squirm a little on the sofa - her bladder reminding her how much juice she'd drunk, and also that it had been a while since she'd used the toilet. Jade had noticed too, although she hadn't said anything, and she guessed that Cassie might drop hints about excusing herself soon.Sure enough, she spoke up the next time they finished a game. "Um, Princess Jade, should I be leaving soon? I don't want to stop you being able to play whatever games you like." As Jade expected, Cassie was much too polite a girl to explicitly ask a Princess if she could leave."No, don't worry! I've got lots of games that we haven't tried yet. In fact - why don't you swap this game we've just been playing for that disc there, while I get us another glass of juice." She gestured at the glass that Cassie had obediently emptied over the past half hour."Oh...um...you don't have to - I don't want to make you run out of juice.""No, it's fine." Jade smiled back warmly. "I don't mind at all."She disappeared out into the kitchen, leaving Cassie on the sofa, anxiously keeping her thighs pressed closely together. When she came back into the living room, she had just finished changing the discs in the console and was nervously crossing her legs. As soon as she saw the Princess, she stopped and sat back down on the sofa, trying to sit normally.As they played the new game, Jade continued to chat as if unaware that anything was wrong, and Cassie did her best to disguise her growing desperation, knowing that it wasn't polite to give away that she urgently needed the toilet. Slowly as time went by, she started to fidget more and more. She resisted the temptation to cross her legs, let alone squeeze between them, but it was clear that the 8 year old's bladder was getting close to its limit.Really anxious now, she tried to keep her mind off her growing desperation. She had always been brought up to be totally unassuming and obedient around the Royal Family - so she had absolutely no idea how to tell the Princess that she was bursting for a pee. As soon as there was even half a break in their game, she spoke up again:"Um, Princess, do you think I should go let my mom know that I'm playing at yours, so that she's not wondering where I am?""Oh, that's a good thought." Jade could see the anxiety on Cassie's face, praying that she'd be excused. "I'll send one of the Footmen to let her know that you're here.""Oh." She couldn't resist squirming on the sofa as her latest hope of relief seemed to fade. "I really don't mind going to tell her.""Don't worry, it's no problem." Jade smiled at Cassie, enjoying the pretence that she dind't understand her predicament.The Princess called for one of the Footmen, who quickly came in. "Marcel - please can you let Countess Wessex know that Cassie is playing here, and that she'll be home later.""Of course, Princess, I'll let her know immediately." He was about to turn away, when he noticed Cassie pressing her thighs tightly together, doing anything she could to ease her urge to pee and resist the temptation to grab herself in front of the Princess."Um...Princess." He paused, unsure exactly what to say but guessing that the Princess hadn't realised the situation and (correctly) that Cassie was too polite or shy to say. "I wonder if young Miss Wessex might appreciate a short break from playing games."Jade turned to Cassie immediately tried to stop squirming. "Aren't you enjoying playing?""Oh, no, I really am...it's just...I...um...""Well shall we play for a bit longer then?""Um...yes...of course, thank you Princess." The agony was all over the young girl's face as she realised she was going to have to hold on for a while yet.Jade turned back to the Footman. "Thank you Marcel - you can go deliver the message now.""Yes, of course, Princess. Right away."The two girls carried on playing, with Cassie now even more desperate than before. After a few minutes, a note came back from her mom, who was naturally delighted that her daughter was playing with the Princess, saying that she would come over and see them in a little while. Increasingly, she couldn't resist squirming on the sofa, so she was in almost constant motion now, constantly trying to resist the urge to grab herself for relief."Are you okay?" Jade asked, when Cassie's squirming had got really agitated."I...um..." she had no idea what to say to get out of this situation, because she knew it wouldn't be polite to say what was wrong, but it didn't seem like she would be able to get away any time soon. She longed for her mom to arrive and show her the polite way to excuse herself for the bathroom. "I'm fine. Thank you for letting me play." She tried her hardest to sound genuine.After a few more minutes, Princess Jade suggested changing the game again. As soon as Jade got up off the sofa to swap discs, Cassie found herself feeling even more desperate now that she didn't have the game to distract her. As the urge to pee started to overwhelm her, she panicked and put her hand up her skirt, grabbing herself tightly through her panties to try and hold back the flood. She writhed desperately on the spot, but as soon as Cassie started to turn around, she had to let go. For a few moments she managed to hold it in despite taking her hand away, but then she couldn't hold on any longer."Oh...no..." Cassie blushed bright red as her resolve gave in, and she started to wet herself. She looked in shock as the pee poured out from between her legs, soaking her panties in seconds and then running down her legs. Some of it soaked into the Princess's sofa, while a puddle also started to form at her feet."Um...Princess...I'm so sorry...I..." she didn't know what to say. She tried not to cry as the sense of shame washed over her. At that moment, one of the Footmen entered to announce a guest."Princess Jade, the Countess Wessex is here."Cassies's mom entered, smiling broadly. "Princess Jade - so lovely to see you. We're so delighted that you and Cassie have been playing together..."Sensing the awkward look on Jade's face, she looked down at her daughter, who was stood uncomfortably, her skirt soaked and her legs streaked with pee. The wet stain on the sofa and the puddle on the floor were also obvious."Cassie...what do you think youre..."Jade interrupted. "I'm very sorry Countess - I did suggest to her that she might like to take a little break, but she..."Cassie couldn't resist speaking. "You didn't, you just asked if...""Cassie! Don't you dare interrupt the Princess! I'm so sorry Princess Jade - I don't know what's come over my daughter. I will get somebody from my staff to clear this up immediately."Princess Jade smiled back sweetly. "Please don't worry Countess, she's only a young girl after all. I'm sure this was just a little slip up. I'll have one of my own staff take care of it.""You are too kind Princess Jade. Cassie - apologise to the Princess for what you've done, and then you and I are going home to have a long talk."Cassie looked like she wanted the ground to just swallow her up. "I'm very sorry Princess Jade" she said quietly. Jade smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry Cassie - I'm sure I'll see you again soon."The Countess led Cassie out, and Jade sat back down on the sofa. It had felt amazing getting some revenge of her own after all the taunting at school, but she had never expected it to feel so exhilirating - watching the little girl trying desperately to hold on, and then the look of shame as she flooded her panties. She started to wonder if she could make this happen again. |
Hi everyone,
Chapter 2 is below - I hope people are enjoying the story!
Let me know your feedback...
Kelli
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The next morning, Princes Jade lay in bed, breathing heavily as her fingers moved beneath the sheets, bringing herself to climax. She had her eyes closed, picturing the look of anxiety and anguish on Cassie's face as she had clutched desperately between her legs, and then the look of horror as that flood of pee poured out of her. Jade's body shook slightly from her orgasm, and she smiled to herself - still delighted with what she'd been able to achieve.As always when she came, her climax was swiftly followed by a strong urge to pee. She swung her legs out of bed, and made a quick line to her bathroom to use the toilet. As she did so, she thought about how much she'd enjoyed the experience with Cassie, but also how amazing it would be if she could repeat it with a slightly older girl.*************************That day at school, the other girls' eagerness to mock her had shown no sign of easing up. She spent the whole day counting down the minutes until she could escape from their taunts about cola, and bedwetting, and soaking the royal sheets - and get back to the Court where she was in control. It also did nothing but reinforce her desire to enjoy some revenge wherever she could get it - just like she'd done with Cassie the day before.*************************That evening, Princess Jade was attending a short talk in the Palace with a drinks reception afterwards. She found these events hugely boring, as any girl her age would, but she was expected to attend lots of them through the year, especially when her mom, the Queen, couldn't attend - which was the case tonight.Jade's maid had laid out an outfit for her when she got back from school, and she got changed into it in plenty of time - before heading over to the hall in the Palace where the talk was taking place. As she was walking in, she found herself just a few steps behind Lady North and her daughter Amy. Amy was 11, and was slim with long black hair. She was always getting compliments around Court for what a pretty young lady she was turning into. On this occasion though, she was clearly bored."Mom...why do I have to come to this - they're always such boring events?""Stop whining - Amy. It's important for you to be seen at things like this. So make sure you behave.""Fine. But we're early anyway - it's not going to start for at least a quarter of an hour. I'm going to go to the bathroom...do you know where it is?""There isn't one in this part of the Palace - so you'll just have to wait. The whole point is to be here beforehand to chat with people anyway - especially as we have to get home afterwards, so we can't stay for the reception."Amy rolled her eyes, but complied obediently, and began making the circuit of the room with her mom, making small talk with the other nobles. But Jade's heart was racing. She couldn't believe her luck. Was there any way she could make use of what she'd just heard? If she could see Amy squirming around in clear desperation - that would be almost unimaginably exciting.Telling herself to calm down, Jade began her own tour of the room, until eventually it was time for the talk to begin. She went up on stage, introduced the speaker and said a few obligatory words about how happy the Royal Family was to sponsor this event, and then took a seat in the front row. The talk went on rather long than it was scheduled to, but eventually it came to an age and everybody began to file out and head through into the adjoining room where long tables had been set up with glasses of champagne and soft drinks.Princess Jade's mind was on only one thing. She soon caught sight of Lady North and Amy, and to her excitement she saw that Amy was standing with her legs crossed and an impatient look on her face. As they managed to slip through into the drinks room, they began to head directly for the exit - just as Lady North had said. Quickly, taking advantage of the fact that everyone else was trained to move out of her way, Jade slipped across to the tables, picked up two glasses of champagne, and cut Lady North off before they reached the door."Lady North - how lovely to see you!" She beamed her best Royal smile."Princess Jade! What a delight. May I say what lovely opening remarks you made tonight - I thought your mother would have been proud."Jade thanked her for the compliment - and they settled into the standard pattern of Court small talk. As they did so, Jade wordlessly handed her one of the glasses of champagne, which of course Lady North accepted. Although she hadn't spoken at any point, Jade watched Amy's face intently as her mom accepted the drink, and was delighted to see a momentary look of frustration flash across it.As the conversation continued, the sign's of Amy's need to pee became more obvious. She started switching her weight from her left foot to her right foot, and back again, every minute or so. After a little longer she began uncrossing then recrossing her legs with increasingly regularity. She was starting to chew her bottom lip nervously, and the movement of her legs became continuous, with one thigh being rubbed constantly against the other.It was at this point that Lady North saw her daughter's agitation out of the corner of her eye."Stand still will you please, Amy!" She was obviously embarrassed that her daughter was not acting with the grace that was expected in front of a Princess."But mom..." Amy spoke as quietly as she could, blushing slightly. "I need to...I thought we were going straight home."Her mom glared at her, and she was quiet and controlled her fidgeting somewhat."I apologise for my daughter, Princess Jade. She's normally much better behaved."Don't worry at all Lady North." Jade looked at Amy directly. "I remember having to come to these events when I was Amy's age - and I always found them unbelievably boring. so I can understand her impatience!" She grinned at Amy, who smiled back - glad that their Princess was taking her side to an extent. "In fact", Jade continued, "I remember one talk from an aid worker about how he thought he had proved a connection between the waterfall at Westington and the flooding in the Yellow Plains.""Oh...um, really?" Amy was smiling a little less now, but she did her best to show interest."Yes - you wouldn't believe how many pictures we had to sit through of this waterfall. He had photos of the pouring water from above, and below, in the dry season - when it was just a trickle, and in the wet season when it was like a huge shower from the sky." Amy was looking a lot more anxious now, and the constant movement of her legs had started again. In fact, forgetting that she was wearing a dress which was partly made of sheer material, she was giving anyone who was watching a very clear show of her slender thighs being frantically rubbed together. "And as if that wasn't boring enough, he then had all these pictures from his aid organisation of the flooding that had happened on the Plains that year. So we had to sit through this endless analysis of how the streams began as little cracks in a dam, and soon there were huge torrents pouring out from the valleys, and flooding village after village with massive waves."Seeing the look of nervousness on Amy's face beginning to overwhelm her, and her hands now scrunched together in anxiety, Jade forced herself to turn back to Lady North. She smiled again. "So yes, I can understand that these talks can be very dull for girls of Amy's age - so don't worry, I don't blame her in the slightest if she seems a little impatient.Lady North looked relieved. "You're too kind, Princess Jade. I only remember being you a perfectly behaved young lady at that age. Anyway, we have already taken up too much of your time - thank you so much for hosting tonight, and I do hope we see you again soon." Amy, who had just about controlled her movements so they were short of a full pee dance, looked very relieved that they were going."Ah", Jade feigned surprise. "You can't stay for any more of the reception?""I really wish we could", Lady North replied. "Sadly duties call at home - especially with Lord North still out of the country."Jade decided it was time for her to make her move. "Such a shame. I know the Queen has had you in mind to be the head of a new charitable project that she is setting up - a cause that is very important to my mother - and so I had promised I would discuss it with you for a short while tonight. But it sounds as if this is a very busy time for you - so perhaps it would be better if we considered somebody else for the role..."Lady North immediately looked torn. Jade knew full well that leading charity initiatives, especially at the direct request of the Queen, was the currency of social status for noble ladies like Lady North. "Well that sounds like a very important project - and the Queen wanted you to discuss it with me tonight?""She is keen that it gets going as soon as possible, so she didn't want to waste time.""Of course, I understand. Then I'm sure we could stay a little longer - just to hear what it's all about."Jade smiled a very real smile, glad that her trick had worked and she would now have a little longer to test Amy's bladder. Amy though, looked aghast. As Princess Jade handed her mom another glass of champagne, she tugged nervously on her sleeve to get her attention."But mom...I need to go home." She was trying to speak quietly, but she couldn't disguise the urgency in her voice. Nor could she stop herself squirming constantly on the spot, bending her legs occasionally as well as constantly rubbing them together. Jade knew how much she must be longing to grab herself."Amy", her mom's voice was stern, very unimpressed that her daughter might cost her this chance to secure an important role working for the Queen. "Please behave yourself this instant. You'll stand there and act your age while I walk with Princess Jade - and we'll go home when I'm done.""Can I at least go sit down to wait for you?" Her eyes looked at her mom pleadingly, as her hands inched closer and closer towards her crotch. But her mom was in no mood to be contradicted by her own daughter in front of the Princess."What did I just say? Stand there - and wait for me to be done." She turned back to Jade and again apologised to the Princess for her daughter's behaviour. Jade smiled off the apology, and started explaining. "So, Lady North, as I'm sure you know - our citizens in the South of the land are often subject to sudden crop failures, leading to poverty and the risk of famine. The reason for this is that the rivers there are prone to dry up. Some years they're raging torrents, but others there is barely a trickle of flowing water in that whole region." Lady North listened intently, but Amy couldn't believe her luck that this had become the topic of conversation again. Only her years of upbringing at the Court prevented her from clutching her peehole in a desperate bid for relief.Jade continued. "My mother is very concerned that we find a solution for this - whether by damming a lake so that the water flow can be controlled all year round, or through digging irrigation streams, or any other solution so that farmers there have the control they need over when the waters flow."At that moment, Amy gasped almost inaudibly. The pressure had finally become too much for her to bear and, blushing bright red, she had jammed a hand in between her legs - desperately pressing against herself through the front of her dress. But it had been too late to prevent a few small leaks, some of which had overwhelmed her panties and were now running down her thighs. As she stood there, frantically trying to retain control over her body, a couple of small droplets of pee became visible as they ran down past the cover of her dress, leaving a tell-tale trail on her pale skin.Adopting her best fake voice of concern, Princess Jade broke off from her description of the problem to Lady North, and spoke to her daughter: "Amy - are you sure you're okay?"Lady North looked around, and was aghast to see that her daughter was grabbing her crotch in front of not only the Princess but a whole room of Nobles. "Amy North! Stop that this moment!""But mom...she writhed frantically on the spot. I can't!" She looked pleadingly at her mom. "If I let go, I'll...". Her words tailed off as her mom furiously extended her arm, instructing Amy to take her hand so that she knew she wasn't putting it back between her legs. After a moment's pause, Amy did as she was told. Despite her mom's glares, she tried to compensate by squirming even more, dancing on the spot and crossing her legs as tightly as she could. But it wasn't enough.Amy's bladder finally gave in, and the pee poured out of her. Within moments, her panties were soaked and the sheer material of her dress became totally transparent. The pee streamed down her legs, and puddled at her feet on the floor.Amy looked down, tears welling up in her eyes. Her mom was momentarily too stunned to speak, as were several other attendees at the reception who had just witnessed Amy's humiliation. Princess Jade didn't say anything either, although inside she was loving every moment of what she'd just witnessed. |
For my 200th post, i am going to begin this story.It is fact-based fiction, and i hope to exorcise some old demons
by posting it. Apologies to QT and to RR...
Blade of Vengeance Pt. 1
Three young men sat tied securely to their chairs in a dark, dank basement, clad only in their underwear.
They shivered, both from the cold air, and with a growing sense of dread.
They each had funnels in their mouths, and tubes running down into their stomachs.
There was a large cistern of water suspended above them and water was dripping into the funnels and flowing continuously through those tubes.
Their stomachs were distended, their bladders full to the bursting point.
They were quite uncomfortable; the urge to urinate was getting overwhelming but they couldn’t, because their penises had been bound tightly, and catheters inserted.
There was no way to release the pressure building within.
The last thing any of them could remember was that they had been invited to a party by a very attractive woman wearing a tight black leather outfit. But upon arriving at her house, they found only one other person there, a slightly younger girl who was dressed seductively in a French maid’s outfit.
The young men had taken seats in the living room, and were served drinks by the young girl as the woman watched, an amused smile on her face. She explained the situation to the young men.
She was a dominant mistress; the younger girl was her ‘sub’, and would therefore be obliged to do whatever was requested of her.
The dominant made it quite clear that they wouldn’t be having sex with her, or with her sub.
“However, she’ll be quite happy to play with you in some other ways a bit later, if you so wish,“ the leather-clad woman said. Her voice was soft, with a seductive foreign accent they couldn't place.
The boys couldn’t believe their luck at first.
They were so thrilled at the chance to engage in some hot kinky action that they didn’t notice the sardonic smile on the woman’s lips as she uttered those words.
They jumped at the opportunity, agreeing immediately. Fools...
As the girl served them their drinks, their hands wandered over her body, touching her small breasts and reaching up under the short, revealing black skirt she was wearing. They could feel the tops of her silky stockings, and the garters that held them in place.
Although her face and body displayed no emotion, inwardly she shuddered as they touched her.
She could feel nothing except repulsion and rage.
She took a deep breath to calm herself, her mind drifting backwards to the events that had led them all to this time and place.
It was ten years to the day since she had been abducted and raped by these same three boys.
She had been talking on the net with one of them, and had agreed to go to a comic convention with him.
The day of the convention, he picked her up in his car.
He had two friends with him, but she didn’t think anything was wrong with that at first.
On the way, he offered her a soda. It was a hot day, and the girl drank it eagerly, because she was thirsty.
Being nervous always made her thirsty, and she was starting to get a bit nervous in this car with three unfamiliar boys, who had begun looking at her in a way that was making her very uncomfortable.
She pulled her short denim skirt down as far as she could towards her knees, regretting that she had chosen the outfit she was now wearing. Plain white cotton panties and a matching bra. Over those, a tight white lycra camisole top, a denim jacket and miniskirt, white ankle socks and black low-cut sneakers. A small Hello Kitty backpack to hold personal items: her diary, a water bottle, hairbrush, makeup and cell phone.
An inexperienced and naive girl who attended an all-girls parochial school, she had wanted to look cute that day. She had wanted this boy to like her. She had never been on a date before, and didn't know what to expect; she only hoped he was as nice as he had seemed when they spoke on the computer.
By the time the girl had finished the soda, the uncomfortable feeling had grown stronger, and was now accompanied by a woozy sensation inside her head.
Her vision blurred, and she slumped forward in her seat.
Her last memory was of laughter, and someone saying, “Looks like you’ve caught us another fish, Billy!”
Billy, that was the boy she’d been talking to on her computer. She passed out.
When she woke up again, she was lying naked on a bed in a dark room, tied up tightly in a spread eagle position. She was still woozy and disoriented, but as she realized her helpless position, a feeling of inescapable terror began to engulf her. She tried to call out for help, but her mouth was gagged and she was unable to make any sound except for a soft whimper.
She already had to pee, and her fear made her lose control.
She began to wet herself, soaking the mattress with her hot urine as her bladder released the fluid within, feeling it rushing out from between her spread-apart legs, powerless to prevent it. Then, as the flow diminished, she could feel it trickling down between her buttocks.
Normally, she enjoyed the sensation, but not while in this situation.
Now, humiliation and shame were added to her terror.
How could she have been so trusting, so stupid?
She heard a door open, and one of the three boys entered the room.
“Good, you’re finally awake! “ he said, chuckling. “It’s no fun having sex with a corpse.”
The young girl strained desperately at her bonds, trying to break free, but it was no use.
She had been tied too securely. There was no hope of freeing herself, no way to cry for help.
She was trapped. And over the next few horrible hours, she lived through a hell that no one should have to experience. During her ordeal, she tried to let her mind drift away from what was happening to her, but at that time she did not possess the mental powers of her present-day self.
No, back then she had been a helpless victim, unable to escape either in body or in mind.
And they had had their way with her.
Nine years ago, waking up with a headache and an empty stomach.
She had tried to kill herself with an overdose of pills stolen from her mother, but they had found her lying on the bathroom floor. Her mother called the ambulance that rushed her to the hospital, where they pumped her stomach and then admitted her for psychiatric evaluation.
Diagnosis: severe depression. They could never figure out the cause, and she never told them.
The three boys that had raped her had promised that if she ever told anyone about what they had done to her,
they would come back and hurt her again.
After the suicide attempt, she was subject to sudden panic attacks, and the ADD she had already been afflicted with was joined by OCD, which manifested itself in all sorts of strange ways too numerous to detail.
She was, in the words of a former friend, ‘a weird chick’ now.
She was an emotional basket case… a wreck.
Eight years ago, completely alone… family not understanding, people she had once thought of as friends not caring what she was going through.
The darkest time, darker even than before her suicide attempt, because now she knew that no matter how bad the pain got, she would live on and suffer through it. She could not allow herself to take the easy way out.
She was now dependent on antidepressant drugs to dull the constant pain.
Seven years ago, starting college… her grandmother, the only one in her family she had ever felt close to, had passed away the year before. In her will she had left a trust for her favorite granddaughter to attend the college of her choice.
Eager to leave her hometown and its unpleasant memories behind her, she had enrolled in a small liberal arts school in the northeastern USA.She took the usual classes, but also began to study the martial arts, first by taking self-defense classes that were offered by the college, and then, studying privately with the Japanese woman who taught those classes, progressing slowly but steadily.
Finding a focus at last, a physical pain now overlaying the emotional one.
She started with Aikido, and then moved on to Kendo.
The smooth wooden sword felt strangely natural in her hands, as if she had been born to hold it.
And she began to progress more rapidly.
In her junior year, she found someone who cared for her, and with her help, was able to leave the antidepressant drugs behind her permanently. A ray of light now pierced the darkness that had surrounded her.
And she continued to train, even more intently now. A goal had formed in her mind.
Three years ago, college behind her… sitting at a lunch counter in a run-down section of Tokyo.
The dour, wizened man behind the counter asking, “What can I get you?”
“A sword.” she replied. “A very special sword. A Hattori Hanzo sword.”
The man looked at her intently.
“And why would you have need of such a sword, young one?”
“I have a rat problem.,” she answered. “Yes, a rat problem.”
“Must be a very big rat.”, the man said with a smile.
“Three big rats, in fact.” As she said that, she felt herself smile for the first time in a very long while.
“Funny,” the man said, almost to himself.
“Not too long ago, another pretty girl was here with almost exactly the same problem.”
He nodded his head, and said, “You’d better go upstairs. This will take some time…”
One year ago, back in the USA..
Researching her prey, finding out their current location, their habits, and their vices.
Preparing in secret, continuing to train with fist and sword.
She was hard now, inside and out. Honed physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Watching her prey, and waiting. Waiting for the right moment to strike.
Tonight, that long-delayed moment had finally arrived.
Her three former tormentors sat helpless before her, as helpless as she had been on that fateful afternoon ten years ago. They had not even recognized her when she served them their drugged cocktails; ten years ago she had been just another victim, faceless and soon forgotten. They certainly would not recognize her now that she had changed into a black cotton ninja suit and mask… but this time they would not forget her. They would remember her for as long as they lived, that much was certain. The only question now was how long that period might be.
In her hands she grasped the sheathed sword, the Hattori Hanzo sword she had worked so hard to earn.
The old man would not sell her a sword, not for any price, he had told her.
“The sword will be made to be worthy of its owner,” Hanzo-sama said, “but first, the owner must prove herself worthy to carry such a weapon.” He was not smiling then.
It had taken her four long years to do so, four years of agonizing physical and mental training.
But she herself had become a weapon forged in pain. Four long years…
She had emerged rejuvenated, reborn, and ready.
And he had given her the sword on the day she left him to return to her home in the USA.
Reluctantly, yes; but given it to her all the same.
She had earned it.
His parting words to her: “Use it with wisdom and restraint; for each use takes a toll you will someday be forced to reckon with. This is why I put down my own sword so many years ago. I live now only to atone for my actions. Go in peace, young one. “
But peace was not what she sought; not then… not now.
Her fingers grasped the lacquered sheath of her sword, feeling the cool smoothness of it.
After all the time she had spent with a katana in her hands, it felt natural for one to be there now.
The sword had become an extension of her body, of her mind, and of her will.
And this blade was special.
It had been designed, forged and honed especially for her by the master Hattori Hanzo himself, its weight and balance perfectly suited to her own, its hilt carved to match the size and curvature of her small hands precisely.
It was the perfect weapon for her.
Wielding this katana took no effort; she had only to think of a target, and almost as if by sorcery, the blade would be on its way, slicing easily through whatever lay in its path.
The kill would be quick and painless, unless she wished it otherwise.
But tonight, she wanted it to hurt.
These three boys had hurt her badly, practically destroyed her ten years ago.
They had left her beaten and broken and bruised all over, 16 years old and a virgin no more.
For many years afterwards she could not give herself to anyone, having been so brutally taken,
and for awhile it seemed as if she would live out her life alone, without love.
But love had found her, love in the form of the beautiful woman who waited upstairs while she would wreak havoc on those who had almost destroyed her.
The girl slowly began to draw the blade from its sheath, the metal glinting softly in the
dim light of the room.
As the boys looked on, the figure in black before them withdrew a long sharp blade from its scabbard. The blade seemed to glow in the darkness, catching what little light there was and reflecting it back to their eyes, which were now wide open with terror.
Even with their heads tilted back to ease the flow of water into their bellies, they could still see the figure before them, now holding a long thin blade in her hands.
They could tell it was a ‘her’ now, because she spoke for the first time.
In the darkness, they couldn't be sure before.
“So, how are we feeling tonight?”, she asked.
“Oh, don’t bother to try and answer, I know you can’t.”
She smiled through her mask, although the boys couldn’t see.
“You boys have always been party animals, up for fun and games. I hope you’ll enjoy my game this time, since you made me play yours ten years ago ’
Although they had no idea what to expect, they all had a sinking feeling that whatever was coming, it wasn’t going to be fun; at least, not for them.
But they were powerless to prevent it happening.
(to be continued)
Please comment, i'd love some feedback on this one !
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link to Pt. 1
https://omorashi.org/topic/13061-blade-of-vengeance/
Blade of Vengeance (Pt. 2)
In the darkness, the three of them sat, bound and helpless, staring at the masked and mysterious figure standing in front of them dressed fully in black from head to toe and holding what looked to be a very sharp and deadly sword.
Their bellies were swollen from the water they had been forced to swallow, and not been allowed to release.
They were suffering; the pain from being forced to hold so much in their bladders was excruciating.
Although the room was cold, they had begun to sweat, with fear as much as pain.
After a suitable pause, the masked figure spoke.
“Do you recognize this place?” she asked, grimly.
“Ten years ago, the three of you brought a young girl here, to the basement of this abandoned hospital. You raped her, beat her, and then left her here, unconscious. Tonight, you will pay for that.”
The boys thought back to that time. There had been more than one victim, and there was no way of knowing which of their bad deeds had come back to haunt them.
In any case, it didn’t matter.
They were going to atone for everything all at once, here and now.
The girl fell silent. She wanted to let their imaginations run wild with the possibilities of what might happen to them, to experience the terror that she had felt that afternoon long ago.
Ten years had passed, but the feelings and memories were still vivid in her mind.
The brutal rape, the physical pain they had inflicted upon her, and the emotional scars which had taken so much longer to heal.
Her descent into a private hell, and the long road she had traveled to get back.
She had been swallowed up by darkness, and had survived.
She had embraced the darkness, and it had become a part of her now.
Tonight, she would create some memories of her own.
The sound of dripping water had finally stopped.
The cistern was now totally empty, and the three boys were totally full.
It was time to begin.
She would need both of her hands for the next step. Reluctantly, she sheathed the katana.
Bending down at the knees, she carefully placed it in its stand on a low table.
“Normally, I would not put my sword away before it had tasted blood,” she spoke softly.
“But that will have to wait.”
Going to each of her captives in turn, she removed the plug from the catheter and released a carefully measured amount of liquid into a container before carefully re-sealing the outlet.
The boys shuddered with the relief of pressure on their bladders. But that relief was not the point.
She simply needed to make room for what was coming next.
She picked up a large jar containing a dark yellow-tinged clear liquid.
“I’m sure you can guess what this is. I’ve been saving it just for you, and there’s more than enough to go around.”
The girl carefully poured a third of the jar’s contents into the first boy’s funnel, slowly and deliberately.
He tried to move his head aside, but she held him firmly in place as the urine flowed into his mouth through the funnel and down the tube into his stomach.
The other two boys knew that the same treatment awaited them shortly.
And all too soon, they were taking in their equal share of the girl’s warm, acrid urine.
She had made sure to avoid drinking too much water while saving it for them, so that it would be particularly strong and undiluted.
She left Billy for last.
Although they couldn’t really taste it fully, the smell was enough to make them gag and choke.
She laughed, and said “First payback… You made me wet myself, and I vowed to make you drink my p*ss.”
Normally, she avoided vulgarity, but tonight she used the word for its effect.
‘Urine’ seemed too clinical, and ‘pee’ a bit too cute. She wanted to intimidate, not amuse.
“I hoped you would choke on it, and it seems to be having that effect. How nice.”
The girl set the empty jar aside, laughing.
Stepping behind the first boy, she pulled an ice pack from a cooler.
Reaching around to his bare stomach, she then applied it directly over his bladder, and duct taped it in place.
He whimpered and shivered as the cold had its effect.
He began to squirm in his chair, at least as much as he could, being tied to it so tightly.
If he had been able to, he would have immediately started to release the urine which was trapped inside of him, but with the catheter in place, there was no way he could.
She did the same with the second bound boy, and then the third.
Saving Billy for last again… smiling once more, she brought her fist sharply into his left kidney, hitting as hard as she could.
He grunted with the pain of it, but like his two companions, he was unable to relieve the pressure on his overburdened bladder.
His body twisted violently in spasm with the force of her unexpected blow.
The girl knew he was in serious trouble. In fact, all three of them were.
If they weren’t allowed to release the pent-up urine inside of them soon, bad things would begin to happen, very bad things.
Still, her revenge had been delayed for so long. Now she wanted to prolong their punishment just a while longer.
This was justice being served, payback for ten long years of her own suffering.
She picked up a feather from the low table.
Slowly, she began to tickle each of them in turn, stopping just long enough to move on to the next helpless victim, not allowing any significant recovery time, keeping them on the edge. The relentless feather visited the soles of their feet, the backs of their necks, the area around their armpits; inflicting the gentle cruelty of tickle torture on bodies trussed up and unable to laugh, squirm, or pull away… and unable to release the contents of their bladders, no matter how much they needed to.
By now sweat was pouring out of all three of them, running down their faces in rivulets.
If the funnels hadn’t been blocking their mouths, they would have been begging her to stop.
Their suffering was immense; and yet, apart from that one kidney punch, she had been restrained.
The state they were in was due to only water, ice and a feather, each judiciously used in the most efficient way.
She thought of the irony of their fate, to be humbled and humiliated by such soft and seemingly innocent means.
In a way, it was both an appropriate metaphor and a perfect turnabout.
They had taken her by force, but until now, her revenge had followed a different path.
Now she pulled the funnels and tubes out of their mouths as they choked and gagged again.
She wanted to hear them speak.
The first boy began to sob quietly, unable to do anything but suffer.
The second boy begged for her to let him go, to let him pee, to stop the pain any way possible.
But Billy tried to seem defiant.
He spat and spoke to the whimpering, pleading boys next to him.
“Shut up, you asses. Don’t give her the satisfaction of hearing you whimper and beg!”
Then, directed at her, “You bitch! If I wasn’t tied up like this, I’d show you a thing or two!”
“Ah, yes. But you ARE tied up quite securely, aren’t you?” she asked.
“How does it feel to be the helpless one? To know that there is no way to prevent what is coming, no matter how horrible it might be?”
Not waiting for a reply, she kicked each of them in the chest, not hard enough to cause damage but just hard enough to topple them.
They were now lying on their backs on the floor, still tied to their chairs.
She then pulled on their catheter tubes gently but firmly, exposing their privates outside of their boxers.
The girl moved over to the low table once more.
Kneeling down respectfully, she first bowed her head and meditated briefly, clearing her mind of all thought, blanking out all sound.
Then, she took the katana in both hands and lifted it up from its stand.
With a single fluid motion, she rose and once again withdrew the shining steel blade from its lacquered sheath.
Her feet padding softly on the concrete floor, she made her way back towards the three boys on the ground.
As the girl approached, the sword in her hands, the three captives began to seriously fear for their lives.
There was no telling what this vengeful fury had in store for them, what she was capable of.
She waved the katana blade slowly in front of them, gesturing in turn to their genitals, their stomachs, and finally their necks.
Even Billy fell silent now, his false bravado silenced by what he expected to be his imminent death.
The moment of truth had finally arrived.
Her mind was clear and resolute as she reflected back on her history and on all of the events which had brought her to this place. Her studies of religion, philosophy and literature; her pursuit of the martial arts, first with her female Japanese sensei and then with Hanzo-Sama; everything was coming into focus with crystalline clarity at this moment.
It was a revelation to her, all of her senses heightened with the truth of it.
Until now she hadn’t been quite sure exactly what course she would pursue in the end.
As she gazed down at the three helpless boys, she realized finally that there was no honor in slaying them,
no matter what they had done to her in the past.
She had become a warrior, wielding an honorable weapon.
Using the Hattori Hanzo katana to kill these three would be like using it to slaughter pigs.
She thought back to Hanzo-Sama’s words as he had handed her this unique and special weapon.
“Use it with wisdom and restraint, for each use takes a toll you will someday be forced to reckon with.” he had told her.
At that time she had been so intent on revenge that she had neither fully heard, nor fully understood his words.
Now, in this moment of revelation, she understood… to take a life should be a meaningful act, one that had a higher purpose behind it.
In order for that act to have meaning, one’s opponent must be worthy of the toll one would pay in the end for the taking of that life.
And now she understood finally why Hanzo-Sama had given her such a sword.
Not to doom her intended victims, but to save her own soul from damnation.
She smiled again, reflecting on her master’s wisdom, and his trust in her true nature.
He had seen this moment residing within her, although she had not been able to see past her need for vengeance at that time.
How wise he had been, to know her better than she knew herself.
Now, her decision made, she strode purposefully towards the boys, stopping at each one in turn to slice at their genitals as they shrieked in horror, only to realize that her precise strokes had not unmanned them, but instead had only severed the plugged ends of the catheter tubes.
Finally free to void, the contents of their bladders rushed forcefully out of the tubes, spilling over their stomachs and splashing into their faces as they sputtered and choked.
There was a lot of urine contained within, so the full emptying took some time, and the girl enjoyed every second of their humiliating discomfort.
Once they had emptied their overworked bladders fully, she moved behind each one in turn and rendered him unconscious with a single hard blow to the head.
Then, she used her katana to slice their bonds, freeing them.
When they awoke, they would have headaches for awhile, and bad memories of this night for the rest of their lives.
But they would be none the worse for wear physically, and they would be free to leave.
Of course, the only clothes they had were the urine-soaked boxers they were wearing.
She smiled again, this time at the thought of the three of them making their way back home from this remote location in those.
Returning the sword to its sheath, she turned away from them, walked out of the room and headed up the stairs to find her lover, who had been waiting there patiently for her as the drama had played out in the basement below.
As the girl pulled the mask off, her reddish brown hair fell into her face.
The woman took the girl into her arms and brushed her hair aside, planting a warm kiss on the nape of her neck.
Then, in her soft, accented voice, she asked, ”Did you get what you needed, sweetie?”
The girl looked up into her eyes and said, “Yes, it’s all over now. I’m satisfied.”
And she meant it.
The katana in her left hand and her lover's hand grasped firmly in her right, the girl walked out of the abandoned hospital.
She walked out of the darkness and into the light of a new day, the sky brilliant and blue above her.
She was truly free at last.
(The End.)
Please comment, i'd love to know what you think now.
Thanks for taking the time to read this, and for staying with me on this journey.
I know it hasn't been easy, but it hope it has been worth it in the end !
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Sorry this took so long.
Chapter 3: Face-off in the Sky
Tails and I sat under a large tree. I looked up at the sky, admiring the bright green of the leaves being caressed by the Sun's rays. Tails was looking at his laptop, trying to find a position to sit in so he could work without the glare on his computer screen. I rolled my emerald green eyes, wishing he would put his work down for once and smell the roses. I myself picked up a bright red one.
Suddenly, the rose turned dark, as did everything else. I looked up from the flower and saw that a large part of the plains surrounding our solitary tree was also covered in shadow. I looked over at Tails, who was just happy to finally get some decent shade. I craned my neck upwards, expecting to see a raincloud or some other kind of natural occurrence. However, my eyes were not greeted with such a comfort. The cause of the shade was all too man-made. I leaned over and tapped Tails on the shoulder.
"Sonic, I'm working. What do you need?" Tails said, annoyed.
"You might want to see this." I replied.
"What could possibly-" What he saw cut him off. This was no ordinary occurrence. This was one of Eggman's machines. It took the form of a giant bird, blotting out the Sun with its gigantic wings. It let out a roar worthy of a machine its size. The shriek shook the both of us to our cores. After we recovered, we looked to see where it was headed. Tails analyzed the behemoth's path, and his eyes widened when he saw the results.
"What is it, Tails? Where is it going?" The young fox had no words for me, but instead turned the laptop to show me what he saw.
The metal beast was headed for Station Square.
For those of you who don't know, Station Square is where Tails and I spent a large part of our lives. It was our home, and it was in trouble once again. We looked at each other and nodded. We both knew exactly what to do. The Tornado was lying nearby. We ran over as quickly as we could, and jumped in. Tailsinteracted with a few of the plane's controls before starting it up. The red biplane roared to life as the propeller began to spin. From my usual place on the wing, I steeled myself. This one was large, and looked more powerful than what would we were used to facing, even from Eggman.
In no time at all, the Tornado was in the air. Tails left the throttle wide-open, and we sped at blinding speed towards the robotic beast. With each flap of its wings, a large gust of wind pushed even harder on the already stressed plane. As we approached it, I was able to get a good look. This thing was big. Imagine a 747, but much larger and more sinister. I crouched down, preparing to leap off of the plane. Just as I was about to, a pair of turrets rose up out of the bird's spacious back. Without hesitation, they began firing on the Tornado. I chose that moment to strike.
I leapt off the plane, bullets whizzing past my pointed ears. I landed hard on the back of the machine, the impact reminding me that I hadn't relieved myself before we took off. I wondered if Tails was in a similar situation. However, now was not the time to think of such things. The bird wasn't phased at all as I made my way to one of the turrets. I jumped up, spinning at the same time, and dispatched it with a single homing attack. I dealt with the other one in a similar fashion. No longer being assaulted by gunfire, Tails brought the Tornado behind the bird, firing at the engines. He was sure not to shoot where I was. He would not have been able to live with himself if he shot me, you could be sure of that. It was then that several other turrets rose up all around me. Like the mythical Hydra, it seemed that for every turret I destroyed, another one took its place.
Without warning, one of the engines exploded. It appeared that Tails had completed his mission admirably. The shockwave's impact rocked the entire machine, and the metal bird let out another horrifying shriek. It felt like being in the middle of an earthquake, which was not helping my bladder's status. I felt a drop or two of pee leave my body, and watched it land on the steel floor. I gave my crotch quick grab as I made my way to the base of the bird's neck. From there, I jumped up and dealt a finishing blow to the metallic beast's head. The great bird fell out of the sky, however, so did I. I felt my feet leave the iron ground, and I found myself tumbling towards the Earth alongside the huge machine at incredible speed. It was at that moment that my bladder had had enough, and relaxed. I couldn't help but smile as its pent-up contents spilled out into the sky, spreading out into all sorts of strange shapes and formations. As I finished, I turned my head to face the bird's. Its deactivated gray eye suddenly glowed red again, and the beast awoke once more.
The machine let out its trademark scream, leaving its mouth open afterwards. From its throat leapt orange flames, singeing the one side of my face as they blew past. I looked up to see Tails coming down at me full speed.
"Sonic!" He yelled, the wind taking his words away as soon as he spoke them. He came up alongside me, reaching his hand out. I grabbed it and he pulled me inside the cockpit. Then, he pulled up, and at the last second too. The metallic beast gave out one last unholy shriek, before plowing into the ground at incredible speeds. Its entire being exploded on impact, spreading robotic parts and pieces as far as the eye could see. We were lucky to get out of there alive. Tails landed the Tornado on a flat nearby plain. He took a full thermos from the cockpit and dumped its dull yellow contents onto the ground.
"What is that?" I asked him, smiling.
"N-nothing, Sonic." He said nervously. "Just some, uh, lemonade."
"Sure it is." I said sarcastically. Tails just blushed as he finished pouring the liquid out. I rolled my eyes, and when I did, I saw a familiar shine out of the corner of my eye. I ran over to the shining object, and picked it up. It was the Chaos Emerald that had been powering the metal behemoth. I snickered as its yellow color reminded me of recent events. This made three. Only four more to go until I could show Eggman my true power.
End Chapter 3.
I hope you like these, I work very hard on them. Coming up next, Chapter 4: The Path to the Fortress.
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I proudly present my zombie omo-fiction story that is loosely based off of Resolution. http://imgur.com/a/DeOSG#0 (Warning, I wouldn't check it if you are weak stomached. While there is no gore the infected victims aren't exactly pretty) So far I don't have entire plots planned out and I don't want to follow the same ending as Resolution so if you have an suggestions of what you would like to see I'll definitely think about them.
Here is the actress I have in mind for Nikki (though I imagine her hair a bit darker)
Day 1
Over protective was an understatement when it came to Nikki Stokes’ parents. They were the type of family that had months’ worth of food stored away, including perishable that were cycled out regularly, in case some freak storm hit. They never let their seventeen year old daughter out past nine, even during New Year’s. They wouldn’t even stay up for the New Year.
So of course at ten thirty PM December 31st 2013 Nikki sat at the edge of her bed in total darkess. Her long, silky legs dangled off the bed, kicking lightly. Her raven black hair fell in semi-curls to her mid back. A grey nightie covered her torso and little else as she waited in utter silence.
Nikki bit her lip lightly as she grew aware of her bladder filling up from dinner. She ignored the trivial need and continued to wait anxiously.
Eventually the silence of the house was broken by the sound of her father’s snoring. A smile found its place on Nikki’s face as she stood up and flicked on her lights revealing her room. Her family did fairly well and rested just above middle class. Her large room reflected that.
flat screen TV rested on the far wall from her bed, next to it was a folding door that led to her closet filled with clothes she barely got away with wearing. The right wall housed a couple bookshelves full of fantasy and science fiction novels. Next to that was a rack of DVDs ranging from the Titanic to Fast 5. The other wall was lined with a dresser full of skirts, jeans and underwear, a desk with a small spot cleaned off for homework and the rest dedicated to her make-up.
Her walls were painted a light pink color and held posters of various interests of hers (movies, rock and pop bands, soccer, etc.) The wall opposite of her bed jutted out along the left wall revealing two doorways, a bathroom and an exit. A large mirror rested next to her closet door and the right wall with a hamper flanking it. Her floor was hardwood and had a single grey rug in front of her bed. The room was perfumed by the subtle scent of apples.
Nikki slipped the nightie over her head, revealing black panties with white polka dots and a Pokebra. She tossed her nightie into the wooden hamper. She moved to her oak dressed and ruffled through it before pulling out black skinny jeans. She tossed the pants onto her queen sized mattress’s hot pink comforter and moved to the closet.
Nikki quickly selected a red v-neck from the hangers and brown leather belt from the top shelf. She bent down grabbed a pair of black flats with white polka-dots. “Matches my panties.” She said in a soft, alluring tone.
She pulled over the V-neck that showed off enough cleavage to be flirty, but not enough her parents would throw it in a pit of fire. Nikki struggled to tug on a pair of skinny jeans. “Pain in the butt.” Nikki muttered as she sat on the edge of her bed and kicked her legs through the pant holes. Once her feet emerged from the jeans she rose to her feet and began to pulled the jeans slowly to her waist.
Nikki hopped a few times, tugging on the waist of her jeans until she had it in proper position. She slipped her belt through the loops and buckled the unnecessary accessory. Before Nikki put on her shoes she quickly brushed her hair till it looked good and applied ruby red lipstick and a tiny bit of foundation.
Nikki admired her image in her mirror, he lithe but curvy body looked great in that evening’s outfit. Satisfied the teenage girl grabbed a black cardigan and piled a couple pillows under her covers before shutting the lights off and exiting.
Nikki crept down the hall in the darkness of night. She checked her smartphone and found it to be a quarter till eleven. “Still have time to make it to the party.” She grinned as she strolled down the hardwood hallway. She froze and tensed as the floorboard creaked.
There was a slight hesitation between her dad’s snores but eventually they continued. Nikki gasped for air, not aware that she had been holding her breath. She was fully aware; however, of a growing pressure in her lower abdomen. Nikki lifted her shirt to find her faint four pack growing even less defined than normal. She dropped the hem of her shirt and continued onward with a frown.
Nikki finally found herself in front of a large open window that looked out to the side of the house. She slowly slid the window open and stepped out onto the roof’s ledge. Her other leg followed as she steadied herself on the ledge and slid the window shut. “Getting back in is going to suck.” She groaned.
Nikki carefully gripped the metal gutter and threw her body off. She dangled several feet above the ground for a few seconds before she let go and landed on the soft, wet grass. The impact sent a jolt to her bladder and Nikki cringed for a moment. Her eyes fell on her smartphone lying on the grass. She rolled her eyes and placed it in her back pocket as deep as the constricting pockets allowed.
The raven haired girl took a deep breath and set off for her friend’s party. Nikki shivered in the cool air and hugged her body. The low light cast by the moon and the occasional street lamp gave the world an eerie feel. Then all at once she was shrouded in darkness as the trees in the front yards grew too thick for light to penetrate.
Nikki took off in a sprint, partly to get to the party at a decent time, partly to escape the darkness. The sound of her flats slapping the ground was the only thing keeping her busy in an otherwise silent night. Everyone else was probably downtown partying like she was about too.
Nikki found herself on the lawn of a large two story house. Loud pop music and flashy lights came from the tan house. Nikki hesitated at the curb and considered returning to her house.
“No, I’m not my parents. I won’t live like a recluse.” She decided. Nikki put on a smile and strutted over to the party. The overwhelming scent of greasy fast food, alcohol, pizza, sweat and various deodorants and perfumes bombarded her nose as she pushed open the door. “Smells like bad decisions.” Nikki smirked.
“Hey, Nikki!” A blonde teen greeted.
“Hey, Mia. Great party you have.” Nikki said as she handed her cardigan to Mia.
“Thanks. Got to go out in style, right?” Mia said as she hung up Nikki’s jacket.
“Definitely. Hey do you have anything else to drink aside from beer?”
Mia laughed. “Yeah, for our less than exciting guests we have soda and sparkling grape juice.”
Nikki rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her friend as she went to retrieve a coke.
It was at three in the morning when Nikki felt the consequences of three cokes and an entire bottle of sparkling grape juice rush to her bladder. She squirmed on the red couch for a moment before deciding the urge wasn’t going away.
Nikki sighed as she rose to her feet, squirming in place. “Maybe I should have went sooner.” She muttered to herself as she danced from foot to foot over to the only bathroom in the house. Of course there was a long line of girls and guys, some in as bad shape as her.
A mixture of sleep deprivation and desperation overshadowed the young girls modesty as she crossed her legs and began to squirm behind ten other party-goers. Nikki’s lower abdomen felt like it was housing a bowling ball decorated in porcupine needles. Nikki shoved her hands into her crotch to soothe her tingling urethra as she trembled.
Thankfully most guests seemed to utilize the bathroom quickly and Nikki soon found herself third in line for the bathroom; however, she was close to her limit. Nikki doubled over, both hands tucked into her crotch and began to bob her butt. Nikki’s legs crossed so tightly they could crush a can of soda. (No thinking of soda) Nikki winced as sweat began to form on her brow.
Nikki shuffled forward, still doubled over, as another guest left the bathroom and was quickly replaced with a dancing guy. Nikki began to squirm and bob and everything she could possibly try to keep herself from soaking her pants with pee. She curled her toes as the boy emerged from the bathroom and was replaced by a girl as erratic as Nikki.
Nikki sighed lightly; she was so much closer to relief. A single drop of urine collected in her panties to remind her how close she was to defeat. Nikki tensed up for a moment as she began to breath in rapid shallow breaths. She uncrossed her legs and began to kick her calves back so they made ninety degree angles with her thighs. She continued her awkward dancing as her upper body squirmed and her hands remained tucked away in her crotch.
In preparation Nikki undid the button and zipper of her jeans. The loosened waist band brought little relief and she still felt the urine on the verge of escaping. Nikki could practically hear the urine sloshing in around her as if searching for the exit. Her urethra practically burned as it desired to release the pee she so cautiously tried to keep contained.
Nikki recrossed her legs as tight as possible. Sweat began to collect on her thighs as if her body was trying to find any means possible to release its excess water. The raven haired girl curled her toes and balled her fists till her knuckles turned white. Nikki kept one fist pressed against her crotch and reluctantly raised the other to knock on the door.
Tears welled up in Nikki’s eyes as she rapped on the door. “Please hurry.” She pleaded with a strained voice. She blinked away tears as she could feel the flood of urine seemingly approach the end of her urethra and threaten to escape.
“I’m so sorry.” A sobbing voice cried from the other end of the door. A few moments later, before Nikki could reply, a girl emerged from the bathroom in a rush before Nikki could see what was wrong with her. Nonetheless Nikki eagerly entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her.
The sight of a toilet sent Nikki into absolute agony. She doubled over further than before and began to shake and bob. She grit her teeth and struggled forward. Nikki paused as she heard her shoe hit water. She glanced down to find herself standing in a puddle of urine. “Oh that’s what took the other girl so long.” She winced as she wished to release her own urine. She shook her head and shuffled over to the toilet, another spurt soaked her panties.
Nikki bit her lip in front of the toilet, she could feel the urine beginning to set itself free. She trembled as she struggled to pull her skinny jeans down. Her eyes went wide as she began to feel the urine rush to escape her body. She quickly tugged at her panties and moved into a sitting position. A thick golden stream gushed from her urethra and managed to soak the waistband of her panties before Nikki pulled it away.
Hot pee began to cascade into the toilet with a satisfying trickle as it splashed into the toilet water below. Nikki sighed in utter relief and ecstasy as she voided her bladder. Her body immediately began to relax as the trickle grew louder as the flow increased in speed. Her shoulder’s began to sag and the flow slowed before halting altogether. Nikki rested on the toilet seat for a few more seconds before rising to her feet.
She pulled her panties to her waist and winced at the dampness of it. Thankfully the damage was minimal and her jeans were free of any wetness. She eased her jeans up before buttoning them and zipping them. Nikki took her times as she washed her hands, completely content with herself now that she was no longer in danger of wetting herself,
Finally Nikki emerged from the bathroom to find people leaving in crowds. Mia approached the confused girl and explained the situation.
“Some douche was going around biting guests or something. I had to kick everyone out because a few people were actually bleeding.”
“Wow, he must have the munchies.” Nikki joked.
Mia didn’t look amused. “Whatever, the asshole ruined the party and probably sent a few people to the emergency room. I hope he’s satisfied.”
“Maybe he just needed a snicker’s bar.” Nikki shrugged as she retrieved her cardigan.
“Maybe. See you later I guess, and be careful; the creep might still be out there.” Mia said as she walked Nikki to the door.
“I’ll watch my back.” Nikki smiled and shut the door behind her. Nikki shivered in the cool air. Of course it might have been the thought of some psychopath chewing on people that made her shiver; nonetheless she set off to her house.
Nikki continuously rubbed at the back of her waist since her wet panties began to rub against her uncomfortably. (I have bigger things to worry about… like some dude wanting to suck my blood.) Nikki rolled her eyes at the thought. Still, she kept glancing back and forth to make sure no one would jump out and attack her.
The night was almost eerily quiet, everyone who stayed up for New Years was now asleep and Nikki was left wondering the silent darkness alone. She shivered again, this time due to fear. Nikki pulled her cardigan tighter over her as she hurried her pace. Each sound sent a pang of fear through her as she rushed to her house. By the time Nikki got to her block she was full on sprinting and only slowed when she reached her lawn where her porch light shone down on her.
Nikki cringed at the light. (Great, the parents are up.) She slumped and dragged herself up the porch and through the front door.
“Where were you?” Her father demanded before her eyes could adjust.
“A party dad.” Nikki sighed.
“At this hour young lady?” Her mom asked.
“And eleven, and twelve and one and two, but yeah this hour too.”
“Very funny. Let’s see how funny you think two weeks of being grounded are.”
“What? That’s not fair.”
“You could have been killed.” Her father cried.
“I could be killed by a jet liner crashing into my room every night. This isn’t a big deal! I just went to
Mia’s New Year’s eve party! What’s the big deal? You like Mia.”
“It’s not a question of whether we like the girl whose party you sneak out to go to, it’s a question of your safety. You didn’t tell us where you were going you-“
Nikki cut her mother off. “If I told you, you wouldn’t have let me.”
“Exactly! You knew you weren’t supposed to go out.” Her mom replied.
“Big deal. Of course I can’t go out with my timid parents who are afraid of their own shadows. You don’t even stay up for New Year’s! You just go to sleep early like every night. You are so boring and dull!” Nikki yelled and with that she ran up to her room
Nikki’s mom attempted to follow but her father stopped her. “Careful, a jet airliner might crash into her room.”
I couldn't let her wet herself the first installment could I? Thanks for reading. Leave feedback, suggestions, critiques or comments below. |
Day 2
A chill ran down Nikki’s back. She was quick to spin around, only to find herself standing on an empty street. Her eyes stared into the dim horizon granted by late dusk. A sudden tap on the shoulder and Nikki makes another twirl, only that time she was instead greeted by her friend Mia. Nikki immediately relax, despite prior paranoia.
“Hey, where did you come from?” Nikki asked.
Mia tilted her head slightly. “Uh… my mom?”
Nikki blinked a few times but suddenly lost her focus. Instead she found herself accompanying Mia as they walked down the usually busy street. Mia spoke to Nikki as they walked but her voice and message grew distant and mute. At a similar pace the street lights that cast a soft orange glow grew further and further apart. Finally Nikki was cast into near darkness, with only the moon to illuminate her path. She turned to Mia but was startled to see her evaporate into a fine mist.
Nikki froze as she found herself standing in an ocean of fog utterly alone in near complete darkness. She shivered despite the lukewarm night. Her eyes shifted around as she spun slowly on the heel of her right foot. Nikki’s eyes went wide when she saw a lone man maybe twenty meters away. His body was draped in a black cloak, ruffled black hair hung to his chin, a pale white face drew back in a sneer. The man possessed a pair of fangs dripping with some sort of dark liquid.
Nikki suddenly grew aware of a dull ache in her bladder. She trembled, partly from desperation, partly from fear, she awkwardly crossed her legs as her eyes grew fixated on the man’s glowing red eyes. The eyes seemed to grow in intensity as if his eye sockets were kindling a flame from smoldering embers to a roaring inferno. Simultaneously the moon darkened as it was eclipsed by a thicket blanket of clouds.
The man charged forward in a sudden burst of aggression. Nikki trembled, she willed herself to flee but her legs remained frozen on the spot. As the two red balls of lights approached Nikki felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Finally as the man drew near she managed to turn and run.
Nikki’s legs felt like jelly and threatened to give out as she fled from the man. Despite his superior speed and head start Nikki managed to somehow extend the distance between herself and the monster. With legs that began to feel like a mixture of jello and lead she dashed for a small proximity of light belonging to another street lamp.
With each step Nikki felt her legs regain strength, no longer wobbly they began to develop a new problem. Suddenly her legs began to grow heavy again. The frantic girl felt as if she was running through a wave of water, so close to reaching her destination but her tired muscles began to prevent her from ever reaching it. Finally, submitting to death Nikki spun around expecting to find the monster on her heels.
The area was empty. Nikki was standing in a small circle of light. She stepped away from where the monster once was and bumped into something. She frantically leaped away to discover the lamp post. She laughed softly, feeling silly yet still terrified. Her relief was short lived as a crack similar to a gunshot sent glass shattering upon her. The world went dark again, but only for a moment before Nikki was tackled to the ground and found herself gazing at bright red eyes.
Nikki awoke in cold sweat. She frowned at her nightmare, but the memory quickly faded away leaving her with bitter disappointed at being cheated out of a restful sleep. The raven haired girl bit her lip as she felt her full bladder begin to bulge. She grimaced but shut her eyes, trying to return to sleep.
Nikki began to squirm on her mates. She shut her eyes tighter as she tossed and turned, desperately trying to both keep dry and return to sleep. Nikki grabbed a sheet and shoved it between her legs along with both her hands in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Sweat began to form on her brow as her bladder began to scream for relief.
Her urethra began to burn and finally she decided to finally give up any hopes of returning to sleep. She groaned and sat up, the covers slipped off her revealing her grey nightie. The end of which tugged up slightly to reveal her bare butt and crotch. She winced at the sudden movement but prepared to abandon her bed when she noticed her phone.
Nikki grabbed her blinking device and flicked it on to find a text from Mia. She clicked on the notification to find a disturbing message from her blonde friend.
“Did you see Rachel’s bite?”
“No.” Nikki responded. She crossed her legs tightly further and tapped her foot as she waited for a reply.
“Check out this pic.” A response came a little bit later.
Nikki hesitated to open the message but her decision was made shortly after she found herself doubling over in pain. She winced and quickly checked the message. A gruesome image greeted her.
Her friend’s arm took up the majority of the image, the most noticeable feature was the ugly shade of purple engulfing most of her bicep. The point of origin was made obvious by the nearly black swollen lump. Nikki cringed and tossed her phone away. She gagged and felt a drop of urine slip from her urethra.
Nikki’s eyes went wide as she imagined a repeat of the previous night. Not wanting another close call Nikki leaped to her feet. She soon realized her mistake as a cold jolted her foot. She cringed and a droplet of urine began to cascade down her shapely thigh. She winced and rushed to the bathroom. Her eyes began to water from the pain of her swollen bladder.
Nikki charged into the bathroom, only to find the sight of a toilet send a wave of utter desperation throughout her bladder. Hot pee began to leak from her burning urethra and gush down her thigh once more as she rushed to the toilet and slammed her bare butt on the seat. She let out a loud sigh and slumped in relief. Once the golden stream began to splatter into the water below she allowed herself to dread her saturated leg as the rest of her bladder emptied itself.
Once she ran empty Nikki quickly discarded her grey nightie and clambered into the shower. Within a few seconds hot water began to pour down her bare body. She sighed once more as she began to appreciate the sensation of a different kind of warm liquid cascade down her body.
Not too long later Nikki found herself dressed in a black yoga leggings, a long sleeve purple shirt that fit her form quite nicely and a pair of brown uggs. Nikki smiled at her appearance as she brushed her hair and applied a touch of makeup before slipping out of the house undetected by her absent parents. Nikki slipped her phone between her boots and leg before leaving for a taste of freedom,
At the back of her mind Nikki was aware of the repercussions for bailing on her grounding, but she brushed them off in search of entertainment for her last day of winter break. Nikki watched as small flurries of snow billowed to the ground. She smiled and shivered slightly as she abandoned her prison and set off towards the local town diner.
An hour later Nikki was picking at the last couple fries that had previously accompanied a cheeseburger. She sighed and realized she had little choice other than to return home. She took one last sip of her milkshake before she noticed a nurse enter the diner, still dressed in blue scrubs. She was clearly stressed from something.
Nikki listened as she described her day to the cashier. “…And people kept coming in with these awful bite wounds. The doctors all think that it’s a case of rabies, but there has been two cases of rabies since 2003 here. It’s a little jarring to imagine a sudden outbreak in the virus.”
Nikki returned her thoughts to Rachel’s bite. She cringed at the thought and decided it was best for her to return home. She left a tip and quickly left the diner. Nikki’s stomach lurched as she began her walk home. No matter what she tried she couldn’t find a way to distract her train of thought from the new pandemic.
Nikki did, find a distraction however. A man in a torn jacket ambushed her on the sidewalk. “It’s all a lie!” He screamed at the poor girl.
Nikki tried to back away but he grabbed her arm with an iron grip. “They are saying it’s rabies but it’s something worse. It’s a epidemic! They infected us with a disease to test a biological weapon! It’s chemical warfare.” Nikki recoiled and noticed an ugly swollen bite mark on his arm.
Nikki struggled and finally broke free. She wasted no time in sprinting back to her house.
This chapter is pretty short and not all that interesting... but not a lot happens on the second day. Day five is when things get really exciting; however, I aim to bring some zombie action in the next chapter. |
Snow crunched beneath the soles of white tennis shoes as a blonde girl jogged down the sidewalk in the early hours of dawn. Wisps of her breath billowed before her as the icy air burned her throat. Nevertheless she continued her routine exercise as she neared a wall of trees that lined the outskirts of the suburbs.
The young woman stopped as the sound of pained groans reached her ears. She shivered slightly, but brushed it off as the cold. Her eyes surveyed the woods to her left until the fell upon a figure huddled near a tree trunk. The jogger found herself staring at the dark figure as her own breath obscured her view; not that there was much to see, the twilight of morning provided little light.
She hesitated before moving forwards slowly. She opened her mouth to call out but her voice caught in her throat and she simply moved forward. The crunching of snow must have alerted the figure because it moved to look at her.
The girl gave a weak smile and waved, stopping in her tracks. “Hi-“ Her eyes focused on a blood splatter, clashing across the pristine white snow. “Oh my God!” She cried. “Are you OK?” She asked, hesitating to move forward.
She was answered by a low guttural growl. She cringed at the sound and froze. “W-what?” She asked, not sure what else to say.
The figure slowly rose to its feet revealing a pale white face. Dark bags surrounded his eyes and blood stained his face. His eyes reflected an insane rage as grimaced in anger, his tongue managing to peek between his nearly clenched teeth. He snarled before barreling towards the girl.
She found herself paralyzed in fear for a moment as he charged her. Her legs trembled as she felt like a deer caught in headlights. She could only stare as the man tackled her to the ground. She was shocked from her stupor as her body slammed to the cold ground. The attacker bit into her shoulder.
She screamed as she struggled from his grasp. She managed to twist to her side, bringing him with her. She cringed as she stared at his face, mad with insanity. She kneed him in his groin as he attempted to bite at her once again. His grasp loosened slightly but not enough for her to break free. She kept fighting and thrashing as she grew aware of blood pouring from her shoulder. She screamed for help but knew it hopeless.
Nikki was torn from her dreams by the blare of her alarm clock. She groaned as she deactivated the alarm and slipped from her bed. She slowly lowered her feet till they met the cold floor. She gave herself a moment to adjust before moving towards the bathroom. She quickly went through her typical morning ritual and arrived at the bus stop dressed in skin tight khaki’s and a red polo shirt that unbuttoned showed a decent amount of cleavage. Her sneakers tapped the cement impatiently as she waited for her bus.
Finally the yellow monstrosity screeched to a halt in front of her. The door slid open, inviting her in. She sighed and climbed up the steps and navigated the narrow walkway until she found Mia. The blonde girl waved her over. Nikki accepted the invitation and sat next to her on the uncomfortable seat.
“How’s it going?” Nikki asked glumly.
Mia shrugged. “It’s… going.” She shrugged. “First day back at school and I already recontracted senioritis.” Mia grumbled as she leaned against the window and stared at the house speed by.
“I know what you mean. But at least your prison sentence ends every afternoon at three. I get solitary confinement.” She mumbled.
“Oh, right you got grounded. Tough luck.” Mia frowned sympathetically.
“Uh huh.” Nikki groaned and slumped in her seat.
“So… I put this off for a while… I saw you doing the potty dance outside my bathroom at the party… were you the one who left me a puddle?” She asked lightly.
Nikki blushed. “No, definitely not. I did have the misfortune of stepping in the puddle though.”
“Whatever you say.” Mia smirked as she gazed out the window.
“You walked me to the door!” Nikki accused. “You saw my DRY legs.”
“You wore dark jeans.” Mia pointed out.
“I didn’t wet myself.” Nikki grumbled.
“Relax, I’m just messing with you.” Mia chuckled as she turned to face her friend.
“So… have you talked to Rachel since the party?”
“No, why?”
“She has some massive fever. She claims that she is going to die or something.”
Nikki winced. “She’s been having all sorts of tough luck lately.” She muttered.
“I feel like shit for letting that douche into my party. He gave like ten people the same ugly bite. I’m just glad they don’t sue me or something.”
“Could they do that?”
“Maybe.” Mia shrugged. “I like science stuff, not legal stuff.”
“Maybe you should study up on laws so you don’t get busted for your next party.”
“I don’t think I’m ever going to host another party after this.”
“Calm down. It’s not your fault Dracula showed up to your party… well I guess you had to have invited him in...”
“That’s not funny” Mia mumbled.
Nikki frowned at Mia’s solemn composure but said nothing more as they traveled onto school.
The first day back at school was fairly dull and easy. No assignments were given out, thankfully, all that occurred was getting resituated to the schedule of school.
Nikki sighed in bittersweet relief as she emerged from the confines of school and strayed from the line of buses. Instead she chose to walk to her house, a few moments of utter freedom from the confines of any sort of prison.
Nikki regretted that decision as she stumbled upon the scene at the woods. A crowd gathered around a series of police cars and a single ambulance. Nikki jogged just as a body bag was hoisted into the cab.
“What happened?” She demanded. “A person… was eaten alive.” Someone answered.
“W-what?” She asked, but received no answer. She found herself staring at the tail lights of a fleeting ambulance. |
Ok, so I was reading through some Omo on deviantart and found this and though I could tweak it. Tweaked from: http://hiccupfangirl11.deviantart.com/art/Ianthony-A-Trip-to-the-Beach-Omorashi-361590467 Which is tweaked from: http://lovemcg99.deviantart.com/journal/trip-to-the-beach-OMORASHI-ianthony-361385579
Tweaked here a little~
"Hey, Ian. It is a beautiful day out. Do you want to go to the beach?" Anthony asked Ian, heading for the car."Sure, why not? When do you want to leave?" Ian replied, smiling. He felt like he needed some sunlight anyway."I actually wanted to leave now so we don't hit traffic," Anthony said, opening the trunk of the car and putting some towels and such-like in it. Then both Anthony and Ian got in the front seats and began driving off.They were 30 minutes down the road when Ian had felt something that he didn't want to. "Hey, Ant, do you think you could pull over?" Ian had asked his friend, shifting around a little. He had chugged three large bottles of water for a video of theirs and he hadn't gone to the bathroom, and he was beginning to regret it."Why do you want me to pull over Ian?" Anthony asked, not taking his eyes off the road."Please Anthony just pull over?" Ian asked desperately."Not unless you tell me why. Because if it is a stupid reason, the answer is no." Anthony replied. Ian nearly had his legs crossed."Anthony, please!" Ian pleaded."Ian, I had told you no, unless you tell me why." Anthony said, feeling a little bit dominant over his boyfriend at the moment.Ian whimpered slightly but stayed silent, looking out of the window and trying to ignore it the best he could. Another 10 minutes passed and Ian sighed, knowing that he would barely make it by the time they got to the beach, and he imagined relaxing and the long stream, but his thoughts snapped back to reality as he realized how desperate he was by receiving a firm nudge from his bladder, making his hands shoot straight onto his crotch and he groaned.This got Anthony's attention, and he looked at Ian, suddenly turning a bright red. "Oh..." Anthony said, nearly licking his soft dry lips and laughing."Sh-shut up!" Ian said, almost shouting but that would put more pressure onto his bladder. Anthony couldn't help but chuckle a little bit."I said SHUT UP!" Ian snapped, but then whimpering as he lost a tiny spurt."Ian, we are almos-" Anthony's sentence had cut short when he realized the traffic was bumper to bumper. "Oh shit... Ian, do you think you can make it? Because we are stuck in traffic..."
This is were my part comes in~"WHAT? You got to be fucking kidding me! Ugh, it hurts..." Ian said, grabbing his crotch tightly."Okay, just keep trying," Anthony had said, trying not to sound turned on, but failing a little. Luckily, Ian was too busy trying not to wet himself."You don't happen to have a bottle, do you?" Ian asked, his voice sounding very desperate. "Sorry, I don't," Anthony replied, honking at a car that wouldn't move. "Dumb asses...""Oh... It hurts, Anthony... I-I can't hold it," Ian said quietly, desperately grabbing his crotch. This made Anthony even harder."Okay, you know what? Just go. I don't want you to hurt yourself," Anthony said, resisting biting his lower lip."NO! I can't do that, it will be everywhere!" Ian replied. Anthony really want this to happen, because seeing Ian desperate was always turned him on.Anthony tried to hold the bulge he had in his pants, but picturing that was turning him on."Anthony... Is that what I think it is!" Ian said, seeing Anthony's boner."Sorry, Ian, I'm trying not to be turned on by this whole thing..." Anthony replied, blushing a little."Anthony, how could you be turned on like this!?" Ian yelled, groaning at the immense pain. "S-shit..." he whimpered and bent over, one hand on his bladder and the other hand giving himself a tight squeeze so that he wouldn't piss himself.Anthony bit his lip, crossing his legs so that he could keep both hands on the steering wheel, and then the traffic began to move again. He slowly picked up speed so that he could get there faster, but he hadn't seen a bump coming. The bump lifted them both out of their seats slightly."Aa-ah! Anthonyyy!" Ian whined, losing a 4 second spurt. The whine made Anthony even harder and he was finding it hard to keep his hard-on under control."Stop being turned so damn horny and pull over!" Ian demanded."I'm sorry Ian, but we both know I can't..." he said, trying to sound sorry although he knew he could if he really wanted.Ian sighed and whimpered, looking out at the cars that were passing and trying to take his mind off of wetting. Anything, apart from wetting. However, Anthony was doing the opposite. All he could think of was how hot it'd be if Ian actually pissed himself in his car! He fidgeted in his seat too and as his trousers rubbed against his groan he had to suppress a groan of pleasure."Great, so here I am about to piss myself and all you can think about is your dick! What's so 'sexy' about this anyway!?" Ian demanded loudly, but then he whimpered as he lost another spurt. He now had a semi-big wet patch on his groin. "It hurts, Anthony..." he said, quietly."I know, Ian, how long can you hold it for?" Anthony asked, feeling ashamed of himself whilst avoiding the question."N-not long..." Ian replied in a whisper.Anthony slowed right down as they went over another bump, but as each wheel went over the bump Ian felt his bladder spasm and he continuously spurted. "A-Anthony! I-it's happening! P-please stop!" Ian begged, tears of desperation welling in his eyes,Anthony couldn't move in case he gave himself more pleasure, but he sighed. "Just go." he said."W-what!? No! It'll go everywhere! Just STOP! NOW!" Ian yelled angrily, groaning as the spurts continued and his wet patch grew."No, just go in the seat. I won't mind." Anthony replied, finding it extremely hard to keep his eyes on the empty road.Ian couldn't protest any more, it was too late. Sweet relief coursed over his body as the warm yellow-ish liquid forced itself out of his body, the wet patch increasing in size extremely quickly. "A-anthony..." he whispered as his jeans overloaded with the liquid and the pee began to soak into the seat as well, the hissing noise extremely distracting in the silent car.Anthony's boner was so overwhelming it was painful, and he crossed his legs tighter and had to stop himself from head butting the steering wheel. Eventually (after a good few minutes) the hissing noise died down, leaving the soaked Ian sobbing lightly, his trousers soaked along with the seat. Anthony gently rubbed his back, unsure what he could do."There, isn't that better?" he asked nervously."No... Now your car is ruined..." Ian said quietly."No it isn't, I was planning to get new seats anyways." Anthony reassured."I just pissed myself in front of my best friend, in his new car, Anthony. Leave me alone." Ian continued.Anthony took his hand back and sighed, extremely ashamed at how turned on he was as they made their way to the beach anyway.TO BE CONTINUED... |
"I gotta peepee," Drucilla exclaimed a bit too loudly; "Come with me."
Marlaine slid out of the booth and caught Drucilla when she staggered and almost fell against a neighboring couple. Dru -- that's what I called her -- really liked the kiss of the hops. Was it just cute, or was it a real problem? I hadn't yet decided. Marlaine was Johnnie's date. She drank a brew now and them, but never more than one. I was glad Marlaine was going with Dru. Navigating a bathroom can be hazardous, when you're already three sheets in the wind.
"I gotta peepee," Dru explained to the couple she bumped into leaving the room.
"I can imagine, " was the guy's licivious reply. He needed his butt kicked, but it would take a way bigger foot then mine.
"That's five for Drucilla already," observed Johnnie. As did I, Johnnie worried about Dru's heavy drinking. Johnnie was a good guy, caring and kind.
"I quit counting," I confessed; "After two, Dru's on her own.
Johnnie shook his head and remarked about the game on the big screene TV above the bar.
In the bathroom, Marlaine guided Drucilla into a stall. Dru hiked up her skirt and started to sit down, but Marlaine jerked her up and reminded her that she really ought to pull down her panties first. Dru giggled, and fumbled about herself, finally managing to lower her drawers crookedly.
Dru sat on the toilet grinning for a while, while Marlaine tapped her foot, not too patiently. "Finished?" Marlaine prodded.
"Yurp," slurred Dru. She tried twice to stand up, finally succeeding with Marlaine's help on the third try. Obviously pulling up her panties was way beyond Dru, so Marlaine did the honors, none too gently.
With one motion Marlaine raised her skirt and lowered her panties and sat down. Instantly a hiss and tinkling sound told Marlaine's story.
"Ooooo!" moaned Dru, holding herself. Then she urinated, in her panties, down her legs, over her shoes, across the floor.
"Get away from me," ordered Marlaine, pushing Dru back and pulling her own feet away from the spreading flood. "Geeze Louise, Dru, I thought you just peed."
"I forgot," explained Dru sheepishly.
"You sat on the toilet and forgot to pee?" returned Marlaine. "What were you thinking?"
"About beer, and Toli, and been," Dru giggled.
"Geeze, Louise," exclaimed Marlaine again. She rose, dried herself, rearranged her clothing, and flushed the toilet. "Wait right here," she ordered, squeezing past Dru and out the stall door. Momentarily Marlaine returned with paper towels and a small package. "You owe me fifty cents," she scolded Dru. Dru just grinned.
"Hold your skirt up," Marlaine ordered, shoving Dru into shakey compliance. She patted Dru's soaked panties with a paper towel, looked at it, tossed it and proceeded to wrestle Dru out of her sodden undies. She tossed them, too. Dru never notices.
Marlaine dried Dru's crotch and legs, when reached for the package. "I hope this will fit; it the largest one the machine had. Most adults don't need diapers."
Dru worked to focus her eyes on the diaper. "For me?" she exclaimed.
Marlaine positioned the diaper on Dru. "Close your legs," she commanded.
"My legs," said Dru, complying. "I think I peed my pants."
"Hold still." Marlaine pulled and stretched the diaper and finally got it fastened . "There!" she proclaimed, surveying her handiwork; "Good to go."
Back at the table, Johnnie and I were wondering where the girls were, when we saw them moving slowly toward us. Marlaine had a supportive arm around Dru, who was having real trouble with the concept of walking. "Marl diapered me," Dru informed me and half the bar, lifting her skirt and displaying said diaper. I jerked down her skirt and pulled Dru into the booth.
A waitress approached with a mug of beer. "From the gentleman over there," she explained, setting the beer before Dru, and nodding toward the guy who needed his butt kicked. I reached for the beer, but Dru was surprisingly quick. She grabbed the mug, spilled only a little bit, and chugged the beer. The empty mug reverberated Dru's belch.
I was about to question Marlaine about Dru's change of garment, when Dru anticipated me. "I peed my panties," she said. Johnnie surpressed his laughter much better than the adjoining tables. I decided not to ask for details, though I admit to being a bit aroused and curious. Again, Dru anticipated me, telling the whole story in minute detail. More ears than mine listened.
Three beers later Dru said, "Oops," and grabbed her crotch. "I peed again,: she explained unnecessarily.
"Your problem this time," declared Marlaine.
"Change my dipee, Toli," Dru slurred.
"Don't look at me," said Johnnie, holding up his hands, as I looked at him. I was on my own.
"Let's head home," I suggested to Dru.
"Righteeo, Toli, ol' Buddy, ol' Pal." I picked Dru up by the shoulders and started her for the door.
That's when her too-small diaper tore lose and plopped around her ankles. "Eeeeee!" a pissy diaper, screamed Dru, kicking the offending blob off her right foot.
The projectile sailed unerringly across two tables and splatted against the side of the head of Mr. Needs-His-Butt-Kicked.
To make a long story short, Johnnie and Marlaine forgot they knew either Dru or me, Needs-His-Butt-Kicked kicked my butt -- several times. The last thing I remember, before my lights went out was Dru shouting, "I'm peeing! I'm peeing!
As Marlaine would say, "Geeze Louise!" |
Okay, so I actually wrote this like two months ago, but I wanted to finish my other story [shrinking Violet] first. So, after having successfully wrapped that one up, here is my second ever omorashi story! I know it’s really long, and I tried to give it an old-timey feel (if that makes any sense) but I would still very much like your feedback. It means the world to me!
So without further ado, enjoy ^_^
Eight-year-old Scarlett Reed was the epitome of a goody two-shoes. She prided herself on being the first to arrive in class almost every day, sometimes holding the legendary apple to present to the teacher. Her grades were nothing short of stellar, and being wise beyond her years, she was naturally every teacher’s favourite pupil. She kept mostly to herself, believing the only companions in life she needed were her academics. For the most part, people happily respected her barriers and did not approach her, except for one boy in particular who had never seemed to get the hint that she would rather be left alone. At home, she was also an excellent daughter, helping out around the house as often as necessary and doing what she was told without a single complaint. In short, she was perfect.
That morning however, Scarlett felt far from perfect. Something was off. Instead of the usual ringing of her alarm clock that she‘d grown accustomed to, she was seemingly being awakened by the sound of her mother’s voice, and it sounded like she was in her room.
“Scarlett, what are you doing in bed? Have you forgotten, you have to go to school!” Scarlett slowly opened her eyes and saw that her suspicions were indeed correct -- her mother was standing right beside her bed, hands on her hips and bearing a look of disapproval. “I won’t ask you again. The school bus will be here in five minutes and I’ve already made your breakfast. Get up or else you‘ll be late.” The mother left.
Scarlett sat up on her bed and rubbed her eyes; the early morning sleepiness rendered her a bit disoriented for a few seconds. However, it wasn’t long before she gathered her senses and the reality of the situation crashed down on her -- she was going to be late for school! For the first time! Scarlett raced out of bed like the Road Runner and stopped at her nightstand where her alarm clock sat, not believing this could possibly be true. Her mother had to have been playing a trick on her. Scarlett was never late for school! However, as soon as she saw the time her alarm clock read Scarlett nearly jumped out of her skin.
This is impossible, she thought. How could I have forgotten to set my alarm clock? I never forget!
Then it all came back to her. Last night, they had gone to some distant relative’s house for a party, and Scarlett had almost somersaulted out the window from boredom. There were no games, the food was mediocre, and to top it off hordes and hordes of guests were constantly prying the aberrantly frightened Scarlett from her parents, picking her up and pinching her rosy little cheeks. It was a child’s worst nightmare. The Reeds had not returned home until almost midnight, and by then Scarlett was so exhausted that her brain had completely shut down and all she could do was collapse onto her bed. Now she was paying the consequence.
How could I be so irresponsible?
Scarlett zoomed to the little white bench in front of her vanity table where she always laid out the clothes she was going to wear the next day. The bare surface on the bench revealed that she had forgotten about those too.
Splendid.
She dashed over to her immaculate closet and opened it up, revealing multiple articles of clothing stacked into neat little piles. She scrambled out of her yellow pyjamas and put on some clean underwear and socks. She growled at the whole unnecessary situation. She was usually so organized and well-planned. This manic rush to catch the school bus was throwing her off and she didn’t like it one bit. She reached into one of the piles and hastily grabbed and slipped on the first things she could find: an ivory blouse and a pink skirt.
She rushed to her vanity mirror and sighed when she realized she had no time to brush her immaculate teeth that completed her A+ smile. She was also in too much of a hurry to braid her hair like she usually did, so instead she gave it a quick brush and pinned a barrette to the side.
She studied herself carefully in the mirror. At least she didn’t look too bad. Despite her cold and somewhat conceited nature, Scarlett was a fairly adorable kid -- her silky light brown hair combined with beautiful blue eyes and pastel freckles made her look not only cute but very innocent and sweet. She of course, hated when Blake Mercado, or anyone for that matter, called her cute. It sounded so childish to her. If anything, she would have liked to be esteemed for her outstanding attendance and excellent grades. Satisfied that she at least looked presentable, she quickly left her room and headed downstairs towards the kitchen.
On top of the kitchen table, a plate of plain toast and a glass of orange juice sat waiting for her. Her mother was packing her yoga outfit to take to the community center and her father or his briefcase was nowhere to be seen. He must have already left for work, and Scarlett realized that she really was running late for school. She gulped down her breakfast as fast as she could. She felt disgusted at herself for eating like such a slob, but the number one priority that day was getting to school on time, and don’t the ends justify the means? After finishing off her bland breakfast and giving herself a quick dab on the lips with a napkin, she slipped on her shoes and grabbed her schoolbag, quickly checking to see if she had everything she needed inside it. She then took a breath mint from a small bowl in the living room and popped it in her mouth, praying it would do a good job.
As she was about to head back inside the kitchen to say goodbye to her mom, she stopped outside of the bathroom and glanced at the door for a while, hesitating about whether or not she should use it. While she had been very busy that morning gathering everything she needed at the last minute, she had not yet tended to her own bladder’s needs, and after doing a quick mental calculation she assessed that she had not used the toilet for nearly eight hours since last night. But the bus was going to be there any minute, and Scarlett couldn’t risk the fact that she might miss it if she used the bathroom. So in the end, she decided that she would just have to go to the bathroom once she got to school, which she wasn’t too crazy about but was certainly not impossible to accomplish. She kissed her mother goodbye, and hurried out the door of her house.
* * *
7:48. Scarlett frowned impatiently as she checked her watch for the sixth time. The bus was three minutes late. Scarlett hated when the bus was late, as it always made her fear that she would be late too. Even more disappointing was the fact that she realized she would have had time to go to the bathroom and still catch the bus, and she was starting to wish she had done so. But oh well, it was definitely too late now. She would just have to hold it until she got to school. Which wouldn’t be a problem. She was certainly old enough to control her own needs without too much trouble, and the school was only ten minutes away. She was confident that she could make it.
It was a beautiful, sunny day, typical of April weather. However, Scarlett was not enjoying the sunshine as she normally would have on account of the nagging discomfort in her abdomen. She twitched her feet uncomfortably and bit her lip, praying that the bus would arrive soon to take her to school.
It wasn’t very often that Scarlett was anxious, and it was even less frequently that the result of that anxiety was due to a bodily need. Scarlett hardly ever felt the need to pee to the point where it was bothering her as much as it was now. Granted, the only time was when she woke up, but then she would just go to the bathroom and not have to worry about it anymore. She had never given it a second thought, but now that she had deliberately sacrificed going to the bathroom in order to preserve her abiding punctuality, she was starting to wonder if maybe literally putting her bladder on hold hadn’t been such a good idea.
Suddenly, the school bus pulled up in front of her stop, and Scarlett was interrupted from her unusual line of thoughts. Scarlett stepped on the bright yellow vehicle and took her usual spot in the back of the bus, away from all the other kids. She even placed her schoolbag on the seat beside her to ensure that people would know she was riding solo. Almost immediately after doing so, however, Scarlett felt a slightly painful jolt from her bladder, startling her a little. For a split second, she though about grabbing her crotch area, but decided that she was much too mature for that. Besides, the last thing she wanted was to give any indicators of how desperate she was, and touching herself down there would surely give it away.
Disregarding that minor warning from her abdomen, Scarlett decided to distract herself by reading a little bit of the upcoming chapter in her science textbook, since she always liked to read ahead anyways. She pulled out the thick book from inside her schoolbag and flipped to the desired page. However, hardly a paragraph into her reading she was struck by another, slightly stronger spasm. She sighed. This could be a problem. While she was certainly not going to hold her privates like any four-year-old, she couldn’t just ignore the pesky urge altogether, so she settled for a happy medium and crossed her legs. She smiled as the urge subsided significantly. This also provided another benefit since she had seen many young women sitting in this position before, and Scarlett was always trying to act mature. Satisfied that she had put a temporary stop to her temporary problem, Scarlett refocused her attention to the science textbook and resumed with her reading.
Five minutes later the school bus arrived at Blake Mercado’s stop, and the towheaded boy whistled cheerfully as he climbed on the bus, dressed in a green and blue striped shirt and jeans. Scarlett covered her entire face with the book in her hands so she wouldn‘t be noticed, otherwise he‘d surely want to sit beside her. After a few seconds, Scarlett slowly lowered the book so only her eyes weren’t hidden and sighed in relief when she saw that he had chosen a seat a few rows ahead. He had never seemed to catch on to the fact that she sat at the exact same spot every single day. But Scarlett wasn’t surprised. He wasn’t exactly the ripest berry in the bush.
The bus ride took a little longer than it was supposed to, due to some light traffic and a flat tire incident, so by the time they arrived at school there were only five minutes before the first bell. Scarlett was about to get up, but immediately after uncrossing her legs she was suddenly reminded of her pending need for the bathroom. She realized that the urge had increased a lot as well, probably because of the orange juice she drank for breakfast. She would really need to hurry up if she was planning on visiting the little girls room and still make it to class on time.
The elementary school kids got off the bus and headed towards the tall building ahead. The school entrance was quite crowded, and Scarlett walked quickly, trying to meander past the large crowd. While she certainly was assertive, she never pushed or bumped people out of the way; usually a civil “Excuse me“ or “Pardon me, please” would do the trick.
She entered the school and walked swiftly towards the location of the washrooms. The hurried footsteps weren’t really helping her steadily filling bladder, but Scarlett didn’t care. She just wanted to relieve herself once and for all so she could try to start her day over again. She smiled as soon as she turned the corner and saw the washrooms at the end of the hallway. The sight of the washrooms caused her to feel even more desperate, but again, Scarlett didn’t care. At least now she could get rid of that embarrassing nuisance inside her abdomen.
As soon as she was halfway to the restroom, Scarlett heard a voice that immediately caused her to groan inside.
“Scarlett!” The voice was much too familiar. She heard it everyday. On the bus, in the playground, in the cafeteria. It was none other than Blake Mercado, her happy-go-lucky young swain.
Oh no, please not now, she thought, walking faster. She tried to blend into the crowd, but soon Blake was right beside her, grinning as usual.
“Hey, cutiepie.” He smoothed his hair and tried to look poise. Scarlett gritted her teeth. She was in no mood for his obnoxious flirting, especially since her bladder’s need to empty itself was starting to become a priority. But, since one of her primary goals in life was to always be polite, she met the blithe young boy’s eyes and forced a smile.
“Hello, Blake. How are you?”
He grinned wider, showing his missing front teeth. “Great! Say… you look different today. What happened to your braids?” Scarlett looked down at her hair and remembered that she had let it down today. She knew it was because she had been irresponsible and not set her alarm clock and had no time to braid her hair. But since she could never say this to Blake, she instead shrugged and told him, “I thought I’d give the braids a break today. You know, try something new.”
“I like it,” he said. Scarlett, unsure how to feel about this compliment, looked away.
The two engaged in a bubbly conversation as they walked along the hallway (well, really, only Blake did; Scarlett just nodded politely). Finally they reached Scarlett’s original destination. She stopped walking in front of the bathroom doors and cleared her throat awkwardly, knowing exactly what she had to say but having a hard time getting the words out.
“Um, if you’ll excuse me, I have to, um …” Fortunately for her, Blake spoke up.
“Oh yeah, good idea! My sister was hogging the bathroom this morning so I didn’t have a chance to go.” He must have forgotten he needed to pee, for as soon as he said this he immediately looked nervous and crossed his legs tightly. “Promise we’ll meet back here after, o-okay?”
“All right,“ Scarlett sighed. He jammed his hands into his crotch and desperately ran inside the boys room. Scarlett rolled her eyes; sometimes she couldn’t believe they were the same age. But then remembering that she still had her own need to take care of, she quickly entered her corresponding bathroom, eager to quell the feisty urge once and for all. However, her hopes fell when she saw that all three stalls were in use. N-no problem, she thought. I can wait. It’s not like I’m bursting or anything. She leaned against the wall and fiddled with the hem of her blouse while she waited, trying to take her mind off her now full bladder.
After a few seconds, the stalls were still occupied, and Scarlett was starting to worry. However, Scarlett soon heard a toilet flush and was immediately relieved when the middle stall opened and a girl walked out. But as soon as she was about to go in the school bell rang. Scarlett growled softly. She had two choices now -- either hold it and definitely be on time for class, or pee and maybe or maybe not arrive before Mr. Andrews took attendance. It was déjà vu of standing in front of her bathroom door at her house that morning. While she was seriously considering the second option, Scarlett never liked to take chances, so she reluctantly left the bathroom and wondered if she’d made the right choice.
She sighed when she noticed that Blake was still in the bathroom and didn’t even wish to try and figure out what he might be doing in there. She folded her arms over her chest. It then occurred to her that she didn’t have to wait for him, especially since the bell had rung already. But Scarlett always had to be polite; she had promised to meet him outside the bathroom, and Scarlett never broke a promise. And even if she did ditch Blake, that would just give him another reason to find her later. If there was one thing she had learned over the course of elementary school, it was that no matter how hard you tried, you could not escape Blake Stephen Mercado.
Hurry up, hurry up, she thought, tapping her fingers against her arms. She looked at her watch and bit her lip. The urge to pee had grown from just a nuisance and was now causing some great discomfort. Scarlett casually rubbed one leg against the other, trying to relieve some of the pressure but not wanting to be obvious. Finally, Blake emerged the bathroom looking happy once again, as well as quite relieved.
“That feels so much better now,” he said. Shut up, she thought. “You have no idea how badly I had to go!” he said with a bit of a chuckle. Wanna bet?
“Well, see ya!” he waved, heading the opposite way towards his classroom.
“See ya,” she muttered listlessly. She sighed and walked to her own class. She was ineffably grateful that she and Blake were not in the same class, otherwise she might just go insane.
As she approached Mr. Andrews’ third grade room, she started wondering what she was going to do about her bladder situation. It was now the first thing on her mind when she wasn’t thinking about anything else, and she was aching for relief. She realized that she could just ask to go to the bathroom, since as far as she could remember, no one in her class that had ever made the request had ever been disappointed. And she was the teacher’s pet, so she couldn’t possibly be an exception. But she had never done this before and that idea of asking made her a little uncomfortable. Truthfully, she had always been too proud to ask for a bathroom break. After all, she’d never seen a grown up do so! But there’s a first time for everything, right?
She stepped inside the classroom and was glad to see that there were only few other students already there. She walked over to her desk situated in front of the teacher’s and laid her schoolbag on the ground.
“Good morning, Mr. Andrews,” she said in a sugary voice before taking her seat. Mr. Andrews looked up from a test he had been marking and smiled once he saw his favourite student sitting like an angel.
“Good morning Miss Reed,” he said. Scarlett loved that he called her that. It made her sound older, and it was especially flattering since he only used that nomenclature on three or four other kids in her class. “Your hair looks very lovely today,” he praised.
Scarlett pretended to look bashful. “Thank you.” She took out her books from her bag. That was already the second compliment she’d received that day about her hair. Was it really such a big deal that she’d unsheltered it from her braids that day?
She had almost forgotten about her distressing need to pee, but as soon as she saw Mr. Andrews take a sip of his coffee she instantly felt a leak impending. She hurriedly crossed her legs, remembering how that mechanism had helped her on the bus. Unfortunately, it didn’t provide as much relief this time. She still felt the urge, and for the first time in her life, she just wanted the class to be over soon.
* * *
“Now, when you add fractions, make sure they always have the same denominator…“ Scarlett could barely concentrate on anything now, much less the lesson. She tried very hard to focus on the teacher’s words, but her dangerously full bladder constantly demanded her attention. It was not used to waiting this long, and Scarlett had been uncrossing and re-crossing her legs all period. It was getting to the point where she feared she might finally need to ask for the dreaded bathroom break. This was one instance where she definitely did not want to attract attention to herself.
She tried a number of times to work up the courage, but each time she would start raising her hand she just chickened out. She then went the opposite direction and tried to make excuses in her head not to do it -- she told herself that it was ridiculous to ask to go when there were only twenty minutes left before recess, she told herself that she couldn’t afford to miss that lesson, and she tried to convince herself that only little girls ask for a potty break and big girls can hold it. She even tried a bit of placebo and tried convincing herself that doing some math would alleviate the problem, but it hadn’t worked.
In the end, she realized that she was wasting so much time and mental energy thinking about all these things that she might as well just go. Taking a deep breath, she slowly raised her hand, cringing at what she was about to do.
Mr. Andrews, who had written an equation on the board, smiled as soon as he saw Scarlett’s hand in the air. He was certain she was going to provide the correct answer, as she always did.
“Yes, Miss Reed?” he said.
“Um … may I go to the bathroom, please?” Scarlett asked, sounding a lot more shy than she had wanted to. Mr. Andrews raised his eyebrows. He had definitely not expected that. A lot of other students looked surprised as well. Everyone just assumed that Scarlett loved school too much to want to miss a second of it, and for the most part they were right. But Mr. Andrews had noticed Scarlett was a lot quieter and a little on edge this whole time.
He cleared his throat. “Why, of course, Scarlett. Go ahead. Hurry back, please.”
“Thank you,” Scarlett muttered, slowly getting up from her chair. She felt heat rush to her face and tried to ignore the curious glances as she exited the classroom.
As soon as she was out the door, she sighed. That had been humiliating. She kicked herself for not using the bathroom when she’d had two chances earlier. She tried to calm herself down. At least now she’d finally get to pee. That was a good thing, right? And as soon as she returned, she’d be her usual, confident self again. Everything would be back to normal.
Scarlett walked quickly towards the school restrooms, trying to keep her breathing steady. She looked down at her skirt longingly, wanting so badly -- even though it went against everything she believed in -- to reach in there and squeeze her little box. Just a tiny squeeze. She immediately felt ashamed of herself for even thinking about doing something like that. Even though she was alone in the hallway now, she refused to let her hands go anywhere near her crotch. For one, she wasn’t that desperate, at least that’s what she told herself. And two, even if she was, it was a shameful thing to do, especially since it would damage Scarlett’s sacred pride.
She felt her mouth water and a tiny smile form on her lips as soon as the washrooms were in sight. She walked a little bit faster; the urine inside her was ready and more than eager to come out. However, as she was about to walk past the water fountain, she gasped. There, leaning over the fountain was, you guessed it, Blake. Scarlett almost burst into tears. Why? Of all people, of all times … Why him?
Scarlett started to sweat. Maybe if she was quick enough he wouldn’t notice her. She walked as quickly as she could, trying to hide her face in her hair. Maybe he would be stupid enough not to recognize her then. But her hopes were dashed when she heard that all too familiar voice say, “Scarlett?” Please, kill me now. Blake ran up to her, drying off the water on his lips with his shirt. Scarlett didn’t even bother trying to smile.
“Hey, fancy meeting you here,” he commented. “Where are you going?”
“I-”
“Are you going to get a drink of water too?”
“No, you see, I, um-”
“Hey, something’s missing.”
“I have to-”
“A button! No, that’s not it.”
“Blake-”
“Your bracelet? Wait, you don‘t wear a bracelet.”
“Just-”
“Your barrette! That’s what’s missing!” He smiled proudly. Scarlett touched her hair and realized that sure enough, he was right. Her barrette was gone. That gave her an idea. She had the perfect reason now to explain why she was going to the bathroom. Thank you Blake, oh thank you so much! I can’t believe I just thought that.
“That’s what I was going to tell you,” she acted. “I left my barrette in the girl’s bathroom when we stopped by this morning and I was just going over there to retrieve it.”
“Great, I’ll walk with you! My classroom’s that way anyways. But I’m sure you already know that, cutiepie.” Scarlett began to get testy again. Any opportunity to follow me, huh?
They walked together to the girl’s washroom. At one point, Blake boldly took Scarlett’s hand, making her grimace.
“Ahem,” she scowled.
Blake looked up, grinning like a chimpanzee. “Yes?”
“If you would kindly keep your hand to yourself.”
Blake stifled a laugh, and waved his free hand in the air. “It is.”
Scarlett could have killed anyone with her death glare right then, but she managed to keep it together. “I’m sorry, I suppose I should have been more specific. If you would kindly keep your left hand to yourself-” Scarlett stopped abruptly, her eyes widening. A stream of pee had just moistened her lilac panties. Scarlett was completely shocked. She had definitely not seen that coming. She thought she was in control, that there was nothing to worry about. Now, after her body had a taste of sweet relief, it wanted more. Scarlett felt herself shaking like a leaf; she had to pee so badly.
“Scarlett? What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Uh…” Scarlett soon realized that Blake was staring at her, obviously surprised by her sudden alarm. She tried to think of anything reasonable to say that didn‘t involve the truth. “I, um- nothing! Just, my, um, stomach hurts.”
Now Blake’s eyes widened. “Golly! We’d better get you to the nurse!” He began to sprint the opposite way, whisking Scarlett right along with him. Her eyes widened even more in horror.
“What?! No, Blake, I’m fine! I swear!” But he wasn’t listening to it. He continued dragging her towards the nurse’s office. Scarlett tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but his grip was surprisingly strong. The fast speed at which he was forcing her to run made her sensitive bladder start to dribble even more. A tear formed in her eye as she watched the bathroom get further and further away.
* * *
“This really isn’t necessary, I told you I’m fi-”
“Shhh. Don’t talk. You’ll be okay soon.” It took every ounce of self-control Scarlett had in her body not to rip Blake’s hair out right then and there. Blake knocked on the door of the nurse’s office and soon an African-American woman whose badge read Sharon answered the door.
“Hello Blake,” she said, smiling. “What can I do for you? Is your asthma giving you troubles again?”
Blake shook his head. “No, ma’am. But my friend Scarlett here has a tummy ache.” Scarlett waved and smiled nervously.
“Oh my,” Sharon said. “Well, let’s get you to come inside, then, dear. I’ll see what I can do.” Blake made a sweeping motion with his arm towards the office.
“Ladies first,” he smiled. Why don’t you go jump in a lake. Blake.
“Sit right there, dear,” Sharon said kindly, pointing to what looked like a standard hospital bed. Scarlett reluctantly did what she was told, wincing as she touched the cold surface of the bed. Her bladder responded too, with a strong spasm that caused Scarlett to slightly twitch. Suddenly, Scarlett became terrified. The nurse was surely going to notice that there was nothing wrong with Scarlett, and she would most likely be very angry for wasting her time. And what was she going to tell Blake? What could possibly be a good explanation for fibbing about a stomach ache? Scarlett closed her eyes, hoping when she reopened them she would find that everything had just been a horrible, nasty dream.
“I think Scarlett fell asleep, ma’am,” Blake contemplated. Scarlett opened her eyes again. This was no dream. She was still in the nurse’s office, bursting to pee. She wondered briefly what would happen if she bolted out of the room. It was awfully tempting, she had to admit.
“Were you taking a nap, Scarlett?” Sharon asked with a coy smile.
“Heh …”
“I always said kids don’t get enough sleep these days. Now, let’s see what’s causing these tummy ache blues. Where does it hurt, dear?” Scarlett decided if she wasn’t going to run out of the room like a maniac, she might as well play along. She patted the area approximately where her bladder was.
“Hmmm,” Sharon said. “Does it hurt anywhere else?”
Scarlett shook her head.
“Do you feel dizzy? A little nauseous?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Have you eaten anything at all today?”
“Yes.”
“And what was that?”
Scarlett described her ordinary breakfast.
“Have you gone to the bathroom?”
Scarlett turned the colour of a poppy. Just hearing that word caused another yellow stream to dampen her no longer clean knickers. She shifted uncomfortably and crossed her legs.
“She did, ma’am, yes,” Blake answered for her. “This morning, after we got off the bus.”
“I see,” Sharon said. “How long ago did it start to hurt?”
Scarlett felt a twinge from her now angry bladder reminding her that she was overdue for the toilet. She suddenly couldn‘t think straight. “I don‘t know,” she responded simply. She immediately wanted to slap herself for giving such a stupid answer. She made a note to herself to never again pass up the opportunity to use a restroom.
Sharon raised one eyebrow a bit. “Well, then, it sounds like it may either be a cramp, which usually goes away, or it may be the cause of some psychological stress. Are there any tests coming up, or something that might be giving you butterflies?”
Scarlett thought for a second. “There is that spelling test tomorrow, but I finished studying for that last week.”
Sharon smiled. “Then it looks like you are going to be just fine, dear. Remember, if you feel like it’s getting worse, or if you do start feeling dizzy, then come right back here. And drink lots of water, that helps. Have a nice day.” Scarlett slowly stepped off the bed, using all her muscles to hold back a violent flood that would soon become present on her clothes if she didn’t do something quickly. She felt embarrassed that Blake’s thank you was louder than hers as they left the nurse’s office. Ironically, it was as soon as they stepped out into the corridor that Scarlett did feel a pain in her stomach, and she didn‘t have to be a nurse to figure out why.
However, it seemed that Blake was embarrassed too, obviously for a different reason. His cheeks were slightly pink and he was looking at his feet. “I guess you were right then, it was nothing. Sorry I panicked like that.” Scarlett looked at him; she had never seen him looking as vulnerable he did right then. She immediately softened the animosity she had experienced for him only moments earlier.
“It’s all right, you were just concerned. But, yes, once again, I am fine.” He looked at her, his usual joyful expression restored.
“I didn’t know you had asthma,” she said as they walked, once again forgetting about her enormous need for the loo.
“I’ve had it since I was four,” he said, his smile fading a bit. “Sometimes I wish I didn’t.”
“Oh,” Scarlett said, unsure how to respond. She knew she should feel sympathy for him, but sympathy was not her strong suit. Hardly any emotion was.
“But then I just tell myself that it could always be worse,” he admitted. Scarlett smiled, happy that the sympathy thing had worked itself out.
They walked along the hallway; it was getting harder and harder for Scarlett to hide her dilemma. She had begun to feel herself sweating from the sheer desperation, and every time she tried to talk, her voice came out sounding strained. Now, her first instinct was obviously to go to the bathroom, forgetting about the false explanation she had provided Blake. She was surprised when Blake stopped walking once they got to her class.
“You’d better go in, Scarlett,” he said. “They might be worried about you.” Suddenly, Scarlett’s face turned pale, and not just because of her painfully full bladder. She had forgotten all about her class. What was she going to say? The fact that this had been the only time she’d ever asked to leave the class and that she’d been gone for so long was sure to cause suspicions. She looked inside the window of her classroom door and saw that the students were quietly working. Maybe they’d be too busy to notice her walk in. Or maybe it would be so quiet that they would immediately hear Scarlett‘s footsteps enter the classroom. Either way, she was definitely not looking forward to returning inside and facing her class again.
And what about her much needed toilet? She hadn’t even gotten a chance to stop by the bathroom after all. She cursed the fact that her classroom came before Blake’s. There was no way she could ditch him now.
“Don’t worry about your barrette,” he reassured her. “When I make sure the coast is clear, I’ll run in there and get it for you. Sound good?” He grinned expectantly at her, but she couldn’t form even a trace of a smile. She felt absolutely miserable. She needed the bathroom like she needed oxygen, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on. She had already leaked twice, and there was no telling if the next loss of control would be quite that unnoticeable.
“I’ll bring it to you after school,” he told her, walking away. “If your teacher asks where you were, you can blame me, okay?” Scarlett swallowed hard. Okay . . .
She stood in front of the door for a few seconds, petrified. What if she got in trouble? What if she got detention? How was she going to live with herself knowing that her perfect track record had been permanently stained, all because of an innocent human need? She didn’t know who to blame for this disastrous misadventure -- her parents, for taking her to that awful party last night and getting home too late for Scarlett to remember about school the next morning, Blake for worrying too much and causing more trouble, or herself for not using the bathroom in the first place that morning which she should have done all along. In the end, she decided to blame her inconveniently overactive bladder.
She realized she could still go to the bathroom; just wait for Blake to leave and then go. She had already wasted so much time, what more was one or two extra minutes going to cost? As soon as she was about to depart, however, one of the students looked up and saw her standing outside. Scarlett nearly cried. There was no way she could leave now, someone had already noticed her. Sucking in air, she slowly grabbed the knob and turned it, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. However, she may as well have been covered in neon lights, for as soon as she stepped in the classroom everybody turned their attention to her. What are you all looking at? she thought crossly.
Mr. Andrews lifted his eyes from his desk and immediately looked concerned as he saw Scarlett lumbering into the class, red-faced and avoiding any type of eye contact.
“There you are, Miss Reed,” he said as Scarlett took her seat, which felt cold from not having been sat in for a long period of time and caused her bladder to twitch in discomfort. “We were starting to worry about you. Are you all right? What happened?”
Scarlett glanced quickly around the room. Everyone was staring at her. Suddenly more nervous than she had ever been in her life, especially since her bladder felt like it was about to burst, she couldn‘t form a simple sentence. “Nothing,” she murmured. Mr. Andrews raised his eyebrows; where was his favourite, intelligent student? And who was this tense, unhappy girl that had taken her place?
Scarlett wanted to die. So much for being her confident self again. If anything, she felt twice as mortified. Especially when she realized that she had been gone for much longer than people usually go to pee. That could only mean … people would assume she hadn’t gone to the bathroom to pee. That was even more embarrassing.
“Oh,” Mr. Andrews said, then awkwardly cleared his throat. “Well, then, um, I suppose, um-” Suddenly, the recess bell rang, interrupting his gauchely sentence. However, for Scarlett, this was the best surprise she had ever received that day. It was recess time now. That meant she could go to the bathroom. And actually use it! She felt triumphant once again.
All the kids immediately rose from their desks and headed out the door. Scarlett began to follow them, but was stopped.
“Hold on, Miss Reed.” Her shoulders drooped. What now? Was she in trouble? “Sit down, please.” Scarlett did as she was told, not before glancing sadly at the open door that kept her freedom. She pressed her legs tightly, trying to combat the powerful force that was showing her no mercy.
“While you were gone, I handed out these worksheets,” he explained, laying down a piece of paper on Scarlett’s desk. “I’m afraid I can’t let you go until you finish it.” Scarlett was devastated. The words that had stuck out the most were can’t let you go. She was even more shattered when she flipped the sheet over and discovered it was double sided.
“But you’re very bright, Miss Reed, I’m sure you’ll finish it in no time.” He smiled at her and returned to his own desk. Scarlett looked down at the paper. She couldn’t believe her luck. Her fate rested in the hands of a two sided math worksheet that was too easy for her anyway. Sighing, she took out her pencil and began to answer the questions quickly and half-heartedly.
When she was almost done the second side, Mr. Andrews frowned as he counted sheets.
“Only twenty-eight? I could have sworn I made thirty copies.” He sighed. “I guess I’ll have to use the photocopier.” He got up and walked over to the door, shutting it as he left the room. Scarlett, on the last question, suddenly remembered that the classroom door locked from the outside. She gasped, and yelled for Mr. Andrews not to close it. But it was too late; he was already gone.
She ran to the door and desperately and vainly turned the door knob. She then pounded on the door itself, shouting for anyone to let her out. But nobody could hear her. Scarlett was so furious that she kicked down the recycling bin. Then, choking back a sob, she retreated back to her desk and finished the worksheet.
She slowly moved from her desk to Mr. Andrews’s empty writing table. She laid down the completed question sheet on the surface of the table, and said drearily,
“I’m done, Mr. Andrews. Can I go to recess now? … Thank you, Mr. Andrews.”
She walked back to her desk and buried her head in her hands. Today was the worst day of her life. Now she really regretted not using the bathroom at home earlier. Look at all the trouble her hasty decision had caused now. She wished she could just go back in time.
She tried to think positive. Maybe Mr. Andrews would return soon. She looked at her watch; there were still eight minutes left for recess. Maybe, just maybe she might have a chance. While she knew how much time was remaining before recess was over, she did not know her time limit for her poor, tormented bladder. The urge was eating away at her; she had never felt so desperate to pee in her entire life. She looked down at her crossed legs and once again considered sliding her hand right in between her two thighs. She was alone now, so she wouldn’t have to worry about being noticed by anyone. She slowly brought a hand into her crotch, but immediately felt self-conscious and yanked it away. It was a shame, because for that nanosecond that her hand had touched the spot the urge had actually diminished if not a tiny bit.
What am I doing? she thought. I’m not thinking straight. Maybe a snack will help. She dug into her old-fashioned, leather schoolbag and took out a cereal bar. She unwrapped it carefully and chewed on the treat as slowly as she could, looking for any means of distracting herself from the litres of urine that had yet to be released. Although she had tried to prolong her eating session, the cereal bar was really not that big. Even at her age, Scarlett was already mindful of calories, so she always chose a light snack to bring to school. She stuffed the empty wrapper into the side pocket of her schoolbag and began swinging her leg restlessly back and forth. She looked at her watch. Three more minutes. Where was he? She moaned; the acute pain in her abdomen was killing her.
She glanced over to the adjacent wall and wondered if she might be able to climb out the window. Nope, too high up. She laid her head on the desk and shut her eyes, wishing she could be somewhere else. Then, the whole hectic morning began to wind down on her, and somehow forgetting about her severe need to pee, she wandered off into a short sleep.
* * *
A loud, piercing sound awakened Scarlett from her light slumber. She immediately jumped up from shock, and rubbed her dizzy eyes until she was aware of where she was. She looked around; it was the classroom. She suddenly felt a burning spasm and remembered how badly she needed to pee. She also felt like she was sitting on something warm and sticky. She gasped, and turned a visible shade of red when she realized she must have wet her panties a little bit while she had dozed off.
Then she discovered something else awful. That ringing noise that had startled her awake was the school bell, which could only mean that recess had ended. Therefore the perfect opportunity to go pee was now gone. The number of kids striding into the classroom was further proof of this.
“I see you’re awake, Miss Reed,” a soft, masculine voice said. Scarlett looked up to see Mr. Andrews standing by her desk with his hands clasped behind his back, smiling serenely.
“Hmm?” Scarlett hummed, still distracted about the quandary that she was in now.
“When I returned from printing out the extra copies I needed, you were sound asleep. I didn’t want to wake you up, so I quietly walked back to my desk, and I was very pleased to see you had completed the worksheet,” he explained. “But I’m glad to see you are well rested now.” He gave her a gentle pat on the back and headed for the chalkboard to begin the next lesson.
Scarlett was speechless. Why didn‘t he wake her up? Now she was going to have to sit through another gruelling period. She looked at her watch. It was an hour until lunch break. At this point, she was seriously starting to doubt whether or not she could hold it for even half an hour. She glared at the other students; they had no idea the anguish that she was going through at the moment. She squirmed as discreetly as she could in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position that she could remain in for the rest of the class. When she had finally found one, she tried to focus the remainder of her attention towards the lesson.
The next forty minutes were nothing but torture for poor Scarlett. The pain was so strong that she could barely think straight, let alone talk. Everything reminded her of the toilet, and her panties were now uncomfortable soggy; she hadn’t been able to stop the leaks that were becoming more and more frequent. She jiggled her legs in her seat, trying for the umpteenth time to relax herself and stop thinking about her urgent need. But the scary reality that she was about to burst was constantly front and center in her mind.
What would happen if she did have an accident in class? All the children would surely tease her for who knows how long, not to mention the loss of respect she would gain from Mr. Andrews. Teacher’s pet no more. And that would be nothing compared to the disappointment her parents would bestow on her when their ideal daughter came home in smelly, dripping clothes. It would truly be a disastrous fall from grace. The only person she couldn’t see her hypothetical accident having a negative effect on would be Blake. But then again, he was such an easygoing, carefree spirit, what did bother him? She honestly didn’t have a clue.
She removed her fingers, whose nails she had been biting, from her teeth and came to the conclusion that if she didn’t ask to go to the bathroom soon she was going to have a nasty spill. She remembered the excuse she had used on Blake about her missing barrette, and decided to rework that same alibi. She slowly walked up to the teacher’s desk, and mumbled some nebulous sob story about how her cousin that was visiting from California had given it to her last Christmas and would be crushed if she wasn’t wearing it. Mr. Andrews hardly had time to reply before Scarlett whisked herself out of the room, praying that she wouldn’t run into Blake this time.
This was her third trip to the bathroom that day, and it was undeniably the worst one. The pain was agonizing and every few seconds she had to stop walking and cross her legs firmly, making the walk to the toilets take almost twice as long. But she hoped that, unlike her last two journeys, this one would be successful. Third time’s the charm, right?
She stumbled into the medium-sized girls’ bathroom and saw that her barrette was not on the floor. She wondered briefly if Blake really had gone in to fetch it, but she scoffed away the thought; he had to have been joking, no boy in their right mind would barge into the girl‘s washroom to look for a measly barrette. She was overjoyed to see that the three stalls were available. She went inside one of the stalls, locked the door, sat down and slid down her skirt and panties. However, as soon as she waited for the waterfall to cascade, she encountered a new problem: nothing happened. She panicked, and pushed harder, but could only release three or four drops into the water below. Tears began to form in her eyes. Hurry up, she thought. But her sensitive bladder wasn’t used to this new location, and it was especially hard for her to pee after not having done so in what seemed like forever.
She realized that she was putting too much pressure on herself. Maybe relaxing her muscles a bit would help. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, trying to make it as natural as possible. After a few seconds, her tense body finally stopped resisting, and soon a small, but steady stream began trickling out of her. She sighed in relief as she heard the stream bouncing off the china and plinking into the water. Soon it began to expand and the light pittering grew louder. Scarlett felt wonderful; finally, she was getting her much needed relief.
However, less than five seconds into her blissful release, Scarlett heard footsteps coming into the bathroom. Her eyes flicked open, and just like that, her pee was cut off. She had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from screaming. The person that had just come in settled themselves into the next stall and confidently answered the call of nature. Scarlett was paralyzed. She couldn’t pee anymore, not with someone listening. She waited for that person to leave, but they were taking their sweet time, and soon another person entered the bathroom too. Scarlett was trapped.
Scarlett couldn’t release another drop; her body had already done her a big favour by allowing her to pee somewhere other than her own house, but there was no way it was going to let her do it in the company of others. Scarlett realized that she had, once again, taken a lengthy bathroom break and that she had no other choice but to return to class. She sniffled and re-clothed herself, then wiped her virtually dry parts and flushed the toilet. As soon as she exited the stall, the familiar desperation resurfaced and she nearly doubled over. Her bladder had only been a little bit emptied, and there was still so much more to pee. Frustrated, and upset that she was being forced to leave the bathroom with her pee incomplete, Scarlett stomped her foot on the ground. Not the best idea when you‘ve got to pee tremendously. The slight vibration that was caused by this action shocked her bladder and released a wave that went into her panties. Scarlett immediately had to contract her entire body to cancel the flow. As soon as she started breathing again, she began heading out. While Scarlett was one of the most sanitary people in her school, she did not wash her hands before leaving the bathroom, thinking that perhaps running water wouldn’t the best thing for her swollen bladder.
The walk back to class was almost worse than the one to the bathroom. Scarlett was sweating; she had never had to pee so badly in her entire life. Then she remembered that she had made a huge deal about her barrette and now Mr. Andrews would notice she was returning with no barrette to be seen. But she realized that she was crying anyways, and figured she could pass off her tears as a result of not finding what she was looking for.
“I’m so sorry, Scarlett, is there anything I can do?” asked a concerned Mr. Andrews after handing Scarlett a tissue. She sniffled and shook her head.
“No, I’ll be fine.”
Of course that was an utter lie. Scarlett was not fine. In fact, she was the very opposite of fine. If she was fine, she wouldn’t be squirming in her desk feeling like a thousand needles were being poked into her abdomen. Fine was not holding back tears and thinking, I want go home, I want to go home, I want to go home. And fine was certainly not grabbing onto her crotch and trying to stop the everlasting streams that had turned the majority of her pretty lilac panties into a dark purple.
I can’t hold it, she thought. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t hold it. I can’t hold-
“And have a nice day everybody! See you tomorrow!” Scarlett lifted her head from her cold desk, her curiosity suddenly piqued. Had he just announced that it was time to go home? Wasn’t that what he usually did at the end of the day? And then Scarlett could have jumped to the ceiling for joy. Of course. Today was an early dismissal. That meant she could go home! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!
She wasted no time picking up her bag and heading out of the class, ignoring the massive waves of desperation assaulting her. The need to pee was colossal; she felt like her bladder was a ticking time bomb about to go off. She frantically tried to slip past the overwhelming amount of students. She had to get to the bathroom, and fast. She remembered how she’d left prematurely the last time she had tried to pee in there, but this time it would be different. She didn’t care if she had to stay there all day, she wasn’t going to leave until her bladder was one-hundred percent empty. She was about to turn towards the hallway that she had traveled three times already, but something stopped her dead in her tracks. There, past the school entrance doors, the school bus was parked, and a number of kids were hopping on.
Scarlett’s throat went dry. She didn’t know what to do now. There was no way she’d have enough time to go pee and catch the bus home. She very quickly considered what other options she could have: her father was working and would not be able to pick her up for at least two hours. Her mother would likely still be at the rec center and there was no telling when she’d be back. She didn’t know the way home and therefore could not walk, and she had no friends that she could carpool with. She had to take the bus.
Scarlett walked out the school doors, looking ghostly pale. The bus had betrayed her today, showing up late in the morning and too early now. And her bladder was so excruciatingly full that she wondered how on earth she was going to hold it until she got home. As she blended into the crowd of kids mounting the bus, she suddenly got an idea. It was definitely risky, but she was willing to try anything at this point.
If she could somehow convince she bus driver to hold the bus for a minute while she went to the bathroom, she might have a chance. She decided she could use her cute looks to her advantage; maybe the driver would feel so sorry for her, he’d be more than happy to oblige.
She practiced her cute face as she staggered on the bus, although it was hard given her current desperate situation. She finally saw the bus driver, a gruff-looking man with an impatient look planted on his sour face. She took on an adorable expression, and said in a very, very sweet voice, “Excuse me, mister. Do you think, I mean, is it possible, that you could maybe hold the bus while I go to the bathroom? It’ll only be a minute.”
The man looked outraged. There was no compassion in his eyes. “Are you crazy? What do I look like, some kind of dealmaker? Three other schools I got to be at! Ain’t no way I’m gonna wait for some bratty little kid to run off to the potty when I got a bus schedule to keep. Either hold it or get off the bus!”
Scarlett sniffled. “Yes sir,” she said tearfully, and wandered mindlessly into the steadily filling bus, feeling like her urethra was on fire.
“Hey Scarlett! Over here!” Scarlett heard that joyful voice call out. She saw Blake grinning and waving, beckoning her to sit next to him. She didn’t even bother trying to avoid him. What she was trying to avoid was having an accident on the bus. She sat down and crossed her legs.
“I saved you a spot,” he said enthusiastically. “Oh yeah, and look.” He dug into his pocket and removed Scarlett‘s barrette. “I went in the bathroom and got it for you. Just like I promised.” He placed it in the palm of her hand.
“Gee, thanks,” she droned, and clipped it back on her hair. In reality, she could care less about her stupid barrette. She was still concerned about the fact that she was about to explode, and the fact that Blake was so calm compared to her wasn’t helping. How can he be so oblivious?
The bus finally took off, and fortunately for Scarlett, Blake didn’t talk to her. He seemed preoccupied by just staring intriguingly out the window. Meanwhile, Scarlett was in a different boat entirely. Her face had almost gone white, and she could hardly think from all the pain. The urge to pee was past its peak, and now it was at a retaliating stage. Scarlett could no longer stay still; her legs were dangling ceaselessly in the air, and her hand was now buried deep inside her crotch. She was no longer worried about her pride or dignity, heck she could have been naked for all she cared!
“Halfway home,” Blake announced casually. Scarlett’s eyes were as big as saucers then. Halfway home? That meant they had only been on the road for two and a half minutes. Gruelling minutes, to be precise. But to Scarlett they had felt like hours, days. And then she realized, if she had barely managed to hold on for less than five minutes … there was no way she could make it home. She winced; another leak had just moistened her panties. She didn’t even want to picture what they must look like now. The only other option if she was planning on making it home dry (well, mostly dry) was …
She tapped Blake weakly on the shoulder. He turned around, beaming. He was happy that Scarlett had sat with him on the bus, but he was even happier when he saw that she wanted to talk to him, something he would have never expected.
“Um, Blake?” she whimpered. He hadn’t seemed to notice her unnatural position.
“Yeah?” he said eagerly.
She took a deep breath. “Um, do you think … could I maybe … come to your house?” She bit her lip and waited for his reply. He was very surprised, shocked as a matter of fact, but there was no mistaking his eyes lit up.
“Sure, but why? Did your parents kick you out?”
Scarlett’s eyes widened. “No!” she said a little too loudly. She immediately lowered her voice. “It’s just that I … I kinda need to use your bathroom.”
“My bathroom?”
Scarlett nodded desperately. Then, she was putting so much effort into holding in the gallons of pee that were about to spurt out any second that she could not control herself from blurting out everything that had happened to her that day,
“Yesterday, my stupid parents took me to this horrible party and they apparently forgot it was a school night because they brought me home at 12 A.M.! I was too tired to set my alarm clock so I woke up really late this morning and I didn’t have time to go to the bathroom so I just held it and rode on the bus, then when I got to school I went into the bathroom but all the stalls were occupied and the bell rang and I didn’t want to be late for class so I held it some more and then I asked Mr. Andrews if I could go and he said yes but then I saw you and I didn’t want to tell you I had to go so I lied about having a tummy ache but you took me to the nurse and then I went back to class and it was really embarrassing and I kept holding it and then I asked Mr. Andrews if I could go again but then I couldn’t go because there were other people in the bathroom and I got too scared, so I still held it, and then there was no time to go because the bus was here and I asked the stupid bus driver if he could wait but he said no and now I need to go so badly that I won’t be able to make it home!”
She gasped out breaths, feeling agitated and desperate. She had half-expected Blake to be confused out of his mind, but he seemed to have got the basis of Scarlett’s anecdote. He looked at her with a hint of pity in his eyes.
“Wow, sounds like you had a crazy day! But, you know, you could have just told me you needed to go instead of saying you had a tummy ache. I would understand. Why didn’t you just say so?”
“I guess it was just too embarrassing.”
“Why?”
Scarlett was now rocking back and forth, her fists forced so deeply into her skirt she could feel the bones. “I’ll tell you later. Just … don’t talk to me right now, okay?” She looked at him with pleading eyes; even Blake took that as a sign not to bother Scarlett anymore.
“Okay. We’re almost there, Scarlett. You can make it.”
Scarlett was beyond desperate now; it was just a very short matter of time before the dam burst. She was glad she had spoken up to Blake about her tremendously indescribable need, because now she could no longer speak anymore. She was nearly paralyzed with pain; it felt roughly like what she imagined getting shot would be like, only it wasn‘t blood that would be seeping out of her. She tried looking out the window to distract herself, but as soon as she saw a lady watering her plants she immediately looked away, her teeth chattering. Her breaths came out in short soft shudders now, she could no longer focus on anything but keeping herself dry.
“We’re here!” announced Blake enthusiastically. “Let’s go.” He slipped past Scarlett and kindly offered his hand. Scarlett, who was barely even aware of her surroundings, took it and very, very slowly got up from her seat. She was in so much pain she could barely keep her balance. Blake and her walked to the doors of the bus; Scarlett’s hand was still strongly clutching her crotch. Scarlett could hear some whispering and had no doubts that a lot of people were staring at her, but she could care less at that point. All she cared about was getting to pee!
Blake helped Scarlett carefully get off the bus, each step felt like acid was burning her traumatized bladder. Finally the two reached the pathway that led to the door of Blake’s house.
His house was tall, magnificent, and majestic-looking. Quite a contrast from Scarlett’s small, modest cottage-like home. A dog was sitting in the neighbour’s front yard. Blake walked with Scarlett along the stone pathway, reassuring her that they were almost there and everything would be all right like she was his daughter. Scarlett’s vision was now clouded, her entire body was shaking as she clung on to her crotch for dear life. She could barely breathe. Her bladder was so full now it was almost numb. Many drops and a few streams had dripped onto the pathway. One might compare the look on Scarlett’s face to that of a woman in labour.
“Here we are,” Blake calmly said as they finally made it to the door. He turned the knob -- since his family was careless enough never to bother locking the house -- and opened the door and walked in. Scarlett was overjoyed. She had finally made it! She began to follow Blake inside his house, but as soon as she was about to go inside, something happened. The dog that was in the next yard suddenly noticed Scarlett, and being unable to recognize her, barked.
This had no effect on Blake, who had lived in that house long enough to be used to the dog’s loud barking, however, for Scarlett this wasn’t the case. The abrupt noise made her jump from surprise, and unfortunately that was the last straw for her poor bladder. Scarlett gasped as she began to feel drops of warm pee soak into her underpants. She pressed her fingers tighter into her urethra, but there was nothing more she could do. The pee forcefully penetrated her panty fabric and began pouring down onto the cement under her feet.
“Scarlett?” Blake turned around, wondering why the girl had not followed him inside the house. Scarlett wanted to tell him to look away, but it was too late. He instantly saw what was happening, and quickly became shocked. Scarlett turned bright red, and took her hands from her crotch and slammed the door.
“Don’t look!” she shouted. She stood thunderstruck, panting as she watched the torrent spraying out of her like broken pipe. The multiple jets of urine, some sliding down her legs, made a pattering sound as they formed a vast puddle on the ground. Soon Scarlett began to cry, caught in between a feeling of humiliation but also great relief. Her panties felt quite squishy now, as did her socks which had accumulated a good deal of pee. Scarlett continued peeing for a solid minute; even she was amazed by how much liquid there was inside of her! Every time she thought the flow might recede, a new stream surprised her. The puddle had now grown to an impressive size, and left a trail all the way down the stairs and a few feet into the pathway. With all her strength gone, Scarlett slumped down into the golden pool, further soaking her skirt, and finished peeing sitting down as she closed her eyes; she couldn’t bear to look anymore, it was too humiliating. She kept crying and crying, wishing and pleading for the spectacle to end. Finally, the waterfall turned into a river which turned into a drizzle which turned into a trickle until at last Scarlett was empty. However, warm wetness still moistened her cheeks as she sat on the pavement crying her eyes out, looking at that moment like the most helpless and innocent little girl in the world. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. At eight years old, she had wet her panties. No, wet them would be an understatement. She had drowned them. At eight years old! She had never felt more disgusted at herself in her whole life.
“Can I look now?” a voice said quietly. Blake had opened the door a tad and was now peeking outside. Scarlett couldn’t respond. She wanted nothing more than to dissolve in her own urine and tears. He slowly walked out and was surprised to see the size of the puddle that had nearly reached the street; he had heard the loud splatter as the pee hit the ground even from inside but hadn’t imagined Scarlett had needed to go that badly. Although the nearly the entire stair was soaked with pee, he still sat down next to Scarlett and laid a hand on her back.
“Gee, I‘m sorry, Scarlett,” he said soothingly. Scarlett looked at him with shock in her tear-filled eyes. She had expected him to stand there like an idiot not knowing what to do … was he actually offering some sympathy?
“I wet myself!” she wept. “Like a baby!”
“Don’t be sad, Scarlett. It happens to everybody.”
“But it’s not supposed to happen!” Blake patiently waited for her to let it all out before saying,
“You know, it’s pretty cool how you managed to last all morning. I could never hold it that long.” Scarlett gave him a quizzical look. Obviously they had very different opinions of the word ‘cool.’ But he was obviously trying to make her feel better, so she shouldn’t give him too hard a time. It was definitely more preferable than her parents’ reaction would be if they were to see Scarlett in her current state. And for some reason, seeing Blake grinning at her with that naïve but optimistic enthusiasm of his seemed to dry her tears right off, so she gave the boy a weak, but genuine smile of her own.
“Do you want to come inside?” he offered.
“But I’m all wet,” Scarlett reminded, gesturing to her soaked clothing.
“That’s okay, you can use our bath. And I can lend you some of my clothes if you want.”
“I can’t wear boy’s clothes!” cried out Scarlett.
“Well, my sister’s and my mommy’s clothes are too big,” Blake pointed out. “Besides, it’s better than wearing nothing, don‘t you think?” Scarlett blushed, but decided he was probably right. Not to mention, it was the least she could do after she’d just peed on his doorstep.
“I guess so,” she muttered. She slowly got up, her sopping wet skirt dripping some more into the ground.
He smiled. “I’ll be right back.” He went inside, and Scarlett waited, feeling grateful that although she did have an accident, at least it had happened with the least worst person. Maybe she had underestimated Blake. Despite being somewhat annoying, he was probably the kindest person she had ever met. Soon, Blake returned, holding a sailboat-patterned towel in his hands. He gave it to Scarlett, who wrapped it around her waist to conceal her wet skirt.
“There, now you can come in,” he said.
“But what about …” she blushed deeply. “the smell?”
“Don’t worry, my mom loves air fresheners so she won’t even notice it. I‘ll just tell her you were coming here to borrow a ruler but someone spilled their lunch on you so I‘m lending you my jeans.”
She smiled, and nodded. He stepped inside, followed by Scarlett, who closed the door.
“How about I race you to my room?” he proposed, a mischievous smile on his lips.
Scarlett scoffed. “Race you? What am I, five?”
“Okay, looks like I’ll have to give myself a head start. See ya … cutiepie!” he winked and ran off.
“Blake!“ Scarlett exclaimed, and chased after him. For the first time that day, Scarlett laughed, as they frolicked up the stairs of the grand house. |
Preface: Need we say it? Yes, we do. All the characters are fictional, and over eighteen years of age.
Phoebe
by BigBengalThe stagecoach had been on the road for several hours by the time Phoebe felt the first indications she needed to pass her water.They had, ironically, started out later than they had anticipated. The driver drank plenty the night before and woke up much later than he realized. He cursed and complained as he herded the passengers to the stage, and grumbled irritably as he and the gentlemen swung the ladies' trunks and bags on the top of the stage and inthe boot. They were and hour late by the time he cracked his whip and the stage rolled.Breakfast, of course, was cut short, as were their morning ablutions. Most of the passengers barely had time to wolf down a small plate of breakfast and a few cups of coffee before it was time to hit the road. Phoebe herself had drank two cups to give herself the false feeling of being full for sometime. And now she was paying for it by becoming full elsewhere. She cursed her small bladder. It made travel very difficult.The ladies passed around meaningless banter. Most of it consisted of complaints of the road, the weather, the dust, the temperature, relegated by horror stories of similar conditions on other stages. Phoebe smiled and feigned interest. Eventually the chatter faded off as the ladies ran out of topics to discuss. The coach's rocking lulled many of them to sleep.Poebe surreptitiously shifted in her seat. In her haste to get dressed she had not tied her drawers as securely as she should. They started shifting under her skirts, slowly working their way in between her legs. It was an altogether not-unpleasant sensation. In fact, it was similar to the sensation she experienced in the hotel. Phoebe had finished her evening ablutions - washed her face and hands, braided her hair, and changed into her nightgown. As usual, she used the chamber pot before going to bed, so she would not have to endure the humiliation of having to get up in the middle of the night and waking everyone with the sound of her piddlinginto the pot. Unfortunately, even though she had to go (and rather badly) Phoebe realized for some reason she could not. She tried - it was essential to pass thewater before going to bed - but for some reason she could not bring herself to do it.Phoebe's chamber pot squat put her eyeline directly in front of a knothole in the hotel wall. She was astonished to discover she could see into her neighbor's room. Specifically, the nice man who had conversed with her at the supper table. She watched him finish his ablutions, and change into a nightshirt. And like her, he, too,decided it best to pee into his pot before retiring for bed. he raised the shirt and aimed his manhood at the pot. A strong stream of urine exploded forth and cascaded forth, seeming to Phoebe to go on forever. She marveled at its size and length and duration, a marvelous golden stream in the lamplight.And a strange thing happened. After he turned down his lamp and got into bed, Phoebe felt a warm dampness between her legs. She relaxed and aimed carefully as her own flow swirled into the pot. Her stream was not quite the waterfall of the man next door's, but it was lengthy as well and almost filled the pot. She replaced thelid as carefully and quietly as she could and got into bed. She tossed for about an hour, visions of her neighbor (and fellow passenger) parading through her thoughts. . .Which of course brought her back to her current dilemma. Her desperation increased with her excitement, and the stagecoach's constant bouncing and swaying added to her misery. She could feel her urine sloshing in her swelling bladder. A bladder which began to press against the lower half of her corset. Phoebe shifted in her seat and tried to exhale, hoping that her corset might shift and allow some more room (and a temporary respite) from the pressure. It did not.A sudden lurch threw Phoebe off balance for a brief moment and then threw her back into her seat. Only through iron will did she manage not to lose control of herself right there. The lurch also awakened the other ladies, most of whom laughed and apologized for being flung in each other's laps. They begged forgivenessfrom each other, thinking the lurch signaled the start of the coach falling over.Mrs. Amrose remarked that she sincerely hoped they would stop sometime soon, as the ladies could afford to rest a little bit on the journey. Vigorous nods andagreement all around. So. Phoebe was not the only lady who had to piss.Piss. A vulgar word. But now Phoebe was beyond vulgarity and in the arena of anger that if she opened her mouth, profanity fit for a dock whore would be the only thing coming from her mouth. That and the helpless desire to raise her skirts, spread open her drawers, and . . . piss. Keep wetting for hours on end. Create ayellow river and drown the damned coachman for not stopping. Phoebe no longer tried to conceal her agony. Her bladder cheerfully snugged against the corset, the piss therein sloshed, her kidneys ached, and a cramp lanced across her middle as she clamped her legs together. If they did not stop soon, she would have to pissright here and now.Phoebe glanced around for some suitable receptacle for her upcoming accident. At most she found a ginger beer bottle. No, that wouldn't work. The other ladies likewise had given up any pretense of decency and also complained. Mrs. Ambrose leaned out the window and somehow got the attention of one of the men. Shepolitely relayed yet again that they needed to rest.Phoebe couldn't tell if their message had been received. Disappointment gave way to pure horror settled in when they realized the coach had no intention of stopping. Phoebe moaned. She was certain sure the piss was coming down the pipe and would explode all over her petticoats. Maybe even soak her dress itself! Did shehave an apron in her luggage to cover the stain? She would be doomed to total humiliation - in front of the very man who excited her. She would have to sit in her own puddle, feeling the hot wetness leaking all over and drizzling off the seat. Her mother's ability to be a parent would be called into question. Perhaps maybe shecould partially piss herself? Just enough to relieve the worst of the bladder pressure, hoping her petticoat layers could absorb it? It would require a finesse she didn't think she had. But from sheer desperation, Phoebe was willing to give the ridiculous a try.Follow me, Dear Reader, as we venture into a place that is ordinarily denied to the male of the species. Don't worry, our helpless protagonist is too distracted by her immediate crisis to notice we have slipped past her ankles, past her knitted garters with "STOP" embroidered on them. We have navigated the fearful entanglements of lace and tucks of her petticoats. We have charged her ramparts of decency and succeeded in debouching past her knees and up past her shapely thighs. And here we may halt. If we go further we might get doused. And we watch as carefully, slowly, Phoebe relaxes her sphincter, clenching and releasing it, practicing a little bit. She tries it one more time. Her body, sensing evacuation at last, opened the gates. A thin squirt of hot wetness leaked from between her legs and we are submerged in the arousing scent of her urine. We watch as she opens her legs further, to reveal her plump womanhood, and a second squirt soon follows . . .Suddenly they heard shouts and loud conversation. The driver protested something, and someone said something in return. The coach slowed down and pulled over to one side of the road. It lurched one more time as one of the men dismounted. Phoebe's "man", the one she had witnessed piddling last night, appeared in their window. He wrenched the door open and stated loudly:"Ladies, I don't care how far behind schedule this coach is. WE will break for nature."So saying he began assisting the ladies out one by one. When Phoebe's turn came she clasped his assisting hand longer than was necessary and gave him a smile. Much to her delight he returned it. For the first time in several hours, her urinary catastrophe receded into the background.She looked around. One side of the road had an open field bordered by a low stone wall. The other side had a slight incline that ended in some light woods. Out of courtesy for the ladies the men took the stone wall, leaving the cover of the woods and bushes to act as a screen for the ladies. Each group went their separate ways, promising to return in a few minutes. Everyone except the coach driver and his designated guard, one of the male passengers holding him by his collar.Phoebe scurried up the hill. Her urethras burned under the strain and her corset pushed and shoved against her protesting bladder. She wanted to get away as far as possible. She did not want anyone to see just how weak she really was. My God, she was about to piss herself deliberately. Like an infant!Phoebe emerged at the other edge of the woods. She could now look back at the road they had just travelled. To her right she espied the field where small male figures lined up against the stone wall, facing the same direction she was. Even from here she could see the merry streams leaping from their trousers, and occasionallaughter.Phoebe squatted. She gasped as two exploratory jets of hot, yellow liquid hissed from between her slightly-spread legs and pattered onto the ground. She fumbled with the hem of her skirts to reveal her voluptuous womanhood – rounded and plump, a thin trickle dribbling down one leg. The trickle increased to a small, yellow string, then splattered onto the ground like a waterfall in a single thick, twisting stream of light-yellow liquid. She sighed with abject and unrestrained relief as the gusher spilled out of her; sprinkled her legs, split into two smaller streams. The smaller stream arced out like an accusing finger before rejoining into one stream again. The flow tapered off for a second, then more urine cascaded from between her legs, roping around her crotch. Her draining tapered off to a few thin squirts, then a few drops, and then stopped altogether. She dropped her skirts, and sighed over an ever-expanding lake of piddle.She cried out a second time as another horrid cramp lanced at her middle. Another light pattering upon the ground. She yanked her skirts and petticoats out of the line of fire. More piddle cascaded from her womanhood in a flood of moderate yellow. Droplets winked and gleamed in the sunlight as the flow continued unabated for another minute or so. And once again, the flow tapered off to a thin trickle, augmented only by a few last deliberate squirts before it stopped altogether.She moaned as a little shiver wracked her body. A light breeze caressed her legs. She tried to stand up on wobbly legs. She failed the first time; succeeded on the second. She turned to head back to the coach.And there stood "her" gentlemanly neighbor. |
Since I've joined up here, might as well post something! This is a story I wrote awhile back, and my first attempt at omorashi fiction. Has anthro/furry characters, which I know not everybody enjoys, but hopefully those that do will like it. I've drawn a couple of omorashi pictures of the character too. I can't figure out how to get them to post in here from the site they're on, so I'll just link them: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6905925/ http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8420084/
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It was an oppressively hot summer day out in the forested countryside, the heat at its most brutal of the day now with the midday sun looming at its highest in the sky. The thick and shaggy fur of a werewolf definitely was not at all suited for hot days, either. Nono was panting with his tongue lolled out as he made his way to the lake, walking on all fours from the exhausting heat. As the clear surface of water came into view, he bounded the rest of the way there and immediately submerged his entire head in it to cool off, wagging his tail. The sound of laughter made him lift his now-soaked head curiously to glance in the direction of the noise. A demure lady rabbit who he recognised as a neighbour of his was sitting at the lake's edge, shielding herself from the sun with a fancy parasol. He'd seen her in passing a few times, though he didn't know much about her besides her name--Lynna--and that she'd moved here from the city. She was a very proper sort of lady and certainly strikingly attractive, possessing a very plushly-curved figure that tended to bring one's attention to her in spite of her short stature, covered in soft, pale creamy-caramel fur all over. Both of these lovely attributes were particularly visible at the moment, as she was currently dressed for the weather in a flowing sundress rather than her typical more conservative attire. Nono tended to feel very shy around her, knowing he was nowhere near as cultured as the people Lynna must have grown up with. He rarely wore clothes on account of his wild nature, and his shaggy fur provided ample cover besides, long and ruffled and dark grey over most of his body with slightly shorter beige fur on his face, belly, arms, and toes. It did make him feel somewhat like a dumb animal around the pretty and fancy rabbit, though. The fact he was not only a tad scrawny but also practically towered over her in height didn't help matters, either. "Really is warm out today, isn't it?" she asked mildly, making idle friendly small talk. Nono simply nodded, unable to respond since he'd lowered his head again and was lapping at the water, muzzle dipping underneath the surface now and then to make it easier to pull the water into his mouth. He was oblivious to the rabbit's sparkling blue eyes watching him while he continued to drink for several long minutes. "Tsk...you must be really thirsty, hmm?" she finally spoke up again after a long pause, reminding the wolf that she was there. He lifted his head and quickly shook the water from his fur as his bright yellow eyes glanced toward her briefly, feeling a bit embarrassed at his more feral nature and somewhat impaired social skills, especially under her scrutiny. "It's the weather," he panted in explanation, splashing water onto his face with his paws. Lynna nodded in response, then gave him a rather pleasant smile, always well-mannered. "Would you like to come by my house?" she offered. "A day like this is perfect for making lemonade, and I'd be more than happy to share with a neighbour." Nono's eyes lit up at that. "Really? Sounds great!" He shook himself a final time to dry off, raising himself up from where he was hunkered down at the shore to adopt a more upright position. Lynna stood up and offered him her hand with another smile, and he placed his clumsy paw-like hand in her more delicate one, allowing her to help him up and lead him in the direction of her house. He'd been wanting to get to know her better for awhile and had simply been too shy, and it would probably be a bit cooler in her house. Not to mention the offer of lemonade...he was parched from the heat and it really did sound nice. However, there was a slight niggling feeling in the back of his mind that he was forgetting about something. It didn't come to him until he'd finally arrived at the rabbit's house and was about to follow her inside the door--he abruptly realised he felt the need to relieve himself, something he couldn't do indoors as he'd never quite understood how to use the loo like more 'civilised' people did. Hesitating for a moment, he glanced around for a nearby tree or bush and tried to think of a way to ask the rabbit to wait for him without seeming rude, but he eventually thought better of it and let himself be led inside. It wasn't so urgent that it couldn't wait a bit longer, and his throat was so dry from the heat that he didn't want to chance missing out on the lemonade. He figured he'd just wait until he left to take care of it. Though he wasn't aware of it, Lynna didn't miss the way he paused to look around, and she felt a slight thrill when she realised what it meant. No one knew about her secret interests, hidden carefully beneath her polite and cultured demeanor, and she realised that now might be the chance to finally indulge them. She tugged at the wolf's arm to urge him inside, not wanting to miss what was sure to follow. Once inside, she offered Nono a seat at a nearby table with a pleasant smile and set about quickly preparing a pitcher of lemonade, not wanting to keep him waiting...well, not for his drink, anyway. Blushing briefly at her thoughts, she poured them both a glass and offered one to the shaggy wolf, her eyes widening in surprise as he downed the glass greedily in a matter of seconds. "Wow, you really are thirsty," she observed with a slight laugh, receiving a nod in response as the glass was handed back for a refill. Instead, she opted to hand him the pitcher with the explanation, "Here you are. I'll just make some more." Not being terribly bright, Nono had already completely forgotten about why he'd hesitated earlier, caught up in enjoying the delicious beverage, and he readily accepted the pitcher without even the slightest thought as to the consequences. He promptly set about knocking it back in long gulps, not even pausing until he'd fully drained it, his stomach even feeling rather full when he'd finished it. In his obliviously cheerful consumption, it didn't occur to him that all of that was eventually going to need somewhere to go. It was this that kept him from declining as the pretty rabbit took the seat across from him and continued to offer another glass to him now and again, though he wasn't as thirsty now and drank slower while he listened to her talk and attempt to engage him in casual conversation. He didn't have much to add, not being very adept at this sort of thing and feeling a tad awkward around her besides, but he remained attentive and occasionally got a word or two in. What he wasn't aware of was that Lynna was deliberately stalling for time. And stall for time she did; Nono hadn't expected the visit to last long, but still he found himself caught in the conversation as hours ticked by. The need to urinate was becoming an increasingly urgent one with the passing time and the glasses of lemonade he wasn't even fully aware he was still accepting. He also wasn't aware that he was squirming now and then from his mounting need, but Lynna noticed every bit of it, and she was quite surprised--albeit pleasantly so--that he hadn't yet asked to go relieve himself. She then decided that she would take advantage of that, because she was enjoying watching his desperation. Nono set another now-empty glass on the table a bit shakily, chewing his lip and crossing his legs tightly, feeling his bladder throbbing with acute urgency as he deliberately denied escape to the liquid inside it. It felt so full inside him, slowly swelling tighter as time passed and the lemonade traveled downward, and he realised with alarm that he could still feel quite a bit of the drink in his stomach. He was going to have to hold even more, and he wasn't sure if he could continue to hold it. He briefly thought about asking to leave, but the very thought of release only sharply heightened his need, freezing him in place and forcing him to clench his muscles tightly and squirm his hips to contain himself before he could even open his mouth to ask. No, it would probably be rude to ask, anyway. The urge just continued to mount, however, the pressure inside him still increasing. Panic surged through him as an urgent spasm very nearly forced a bit of urine out, causing him to quickly slide a paw under the table as discretely as possible and grab himself tightly to contain it. He went very tense and still for a moment, then panted with relief when he managed to prevent himself from leaking. He then bit his lip hard when he felt that his swollen bladder was actually bulging outward noticeably against his paw, his lower belly round and distended with the sheer amount of liquid he was struggling to hold back. Even holding himself didn't help enough for long, either, causing him to shift about restlessly for a moment before slipping his tail between his legs, pressing it tightly between his crotch and paw as he tangled his legs more tightly together. There, now he could keep it in. His overfull bladder felt like it might burst, but at least he could keep holding it for now. He had to keep holding it. Strangely, he realised he almost wanted to keep holding it, oddly slightly enjoying the sensation of such tight fullness inside him despite the discomfort. All the while, he had no idea that he was also holding the rapt attention of an audience, Lynna watching his efforts with great interest. She hadn't offered him another drink in awhile, captivated by his squirming and glaringly obvious need. It was bringing a blush to her face, exciting her to watch his fight to contain the impossible quantity of beverage she'd helped to get him to drink. Finally shaking herself from her fascinated daze, she poured another glass of lemonade, another thrill shooting through her as the trickling sound caused the desperate wolf to flinch. Clearly it reminded him of something else. She watched the wolf's face as she very slowly finished filling the glass, her heart fluttering in her chest as she watched him tremble with his need for release, eyes squinted shut and panting heavily while he tried to regain his composure. When he opened his eyes again, she held out the glass to him, seeing if he would actually take it. "Still thirsty?" she asked innocently, despite knowing at this point he was likely anything but. However, much to her surprise, Nono still hesitantly accepted the proffered glass from her, very slowly drinking it and not setting it down until it was empty again. She didn't bother offering him any more after that, since he couldn't even pick up a glass anymore--the realisation he'd just added more liquid to his body made it all the more difficult to tolerate the veritable ocean he was already holding back inside him, so he'd given up all attempt at subtlety now and was holding himself tightly with both paws. He couldn't sit still at all, squirming and contorting his body in a great effort to keep holding in the massive amount of liquid stretching his bladder, straining it very taut like an overfilled water balloon. He was so embarrassed and determined not to leak inside the rabbit's house that all he could do was fight to keep holding it in, ignoring that it all had nowhere to go and that the need would just continue to worsen until he finally let it out. He had no idea that the rabbit was secretly somewhat hoping he would end up leaking inside her house. She wanted to get to see when he finally lost control and wet himself. As she watched him impossibly continue to fight it, though, she eventually decided he needed a little encouragement. Standing up from the table silently and slipping up behind him, she slowly reached a hand around to touch the wolf's belly with subtle rubbing motions, blushing madly from being so forward but wanting very badly to do this. He froze for a moment at the unexpected contact, surprising her with the fact that he was blushing as well, then he whined in alarm and redoubled his efforts, almost losing control for a moment. She didn't miss this moment or what it meant, and heat rushed through her at it. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered softly to him, "It's okay." He gave her a puzzled look, then gasped as she brushed her hand lower, rubbing over the round and tight shape of his bladder, applying just enough pressure to force him to relax without hurting him in the process. "Just let it go," she coaxed him. "No one will know. Just us." He squirmed frantically, feeling suddenly very shy at the rabbit's words, but he could feel his tensed muscles starting to give up, trying to force his body to let out what he desperately needed to. He felt as though he couldn't hold another drop without bursting, especially not with this added pressure, and he whimpered in embarrassment when he felt his paws starting to grow damp as they failed to hold back the flood, the moisture beginning to trickle down his inner thigh. Panicking, he put all of his effort into trying to stop the thin stream despite the twinge of strain he felt at the action, but he simply couldn't get it to stop fully. Feeling that little bit escaping also made him ache badly to release the rest, something he was far too ashamed to do here. It greatly distressed him that he felt himself on the verge of losing control in front of the lady he'd hoped to impress. "Shhh," Lynna soothed him, one hand still rubbing over the wolf's taut and swollen lower belly while she stroked the top of his head with her other hand, reassuring him that he didn't need to worry. She was more impressed than he could know, letting her witness the show he'd unknowingly put on for her and letting her touch that surprisingly large swell where she could feel every drop of liquid he was holding in his body. Despite shyly still fighting it, Nono was rapidly losing the battle to hold it in. More warm wetness escaped, and it was becoming harder to tense up his body the way he wanted to with the way Lynna was touching him, her warm and soft hand essentially forcing his painfully-tightened muscles to loosen. Just as he realised he had no choice but to let it out now, he felt Lynna tug at his arms, forcing to him to release his grip from his crotch. So full past capacity as he was, holding himself had literally been the only thing keeping it all in by that point, and quite abruptly the stream was now coming out at full force, just as he'd been dying to let it for hours. Gasping and panting at the overwhelming sensation of finally feeling relief, he relaxed fully and let it come, finally resigning himself to wetting himself all over the chair and floor. Feeling his achingly full bladder finally emptying in a high-pressure stream, he let his body go limp in bliss, allowing himself an indulgent sigh of immense relief and pleasure at the gloriously long-awaited release, nuzzling his head back against the soft form behind him. Long minutes passed before the stream began to finally slow down, and she continued her gentle massaging until she was sure he had finished, helping his bladder fully empty and easing the residual ache from holding all of that in for so long. "Why..?" Nono began to ask when he'd recovered somewhat from the haze of greatly relieved contentment, looking shyly and curiously at the rabbit. She blushed brightly at the question, ducking her head. "I...I really enjoyed it," she confessed. "I...wanted this. I enjoyed watching you acting so desperate, and seeing you wet yourself. Please don't tell anyone. I'm so ashamed..." Nono looked surprised for a moment, then a bit embarrassed himself. "I...uh...kinda liked it too...that felt good..." He chewed his lip nervously, silent for a moment before deciding, "I won't tell if you don't tell about me." Lynna smiled widely and kissed the side of his muzzle, earning a sheepish smile from him in return. "Deal."
Edited April 13, 2013 by ThatLimeyWeasel
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This is the sequel to another story I wrote, with the same characters again. I want to write some others with different and more 'normal' characters, as these were mostly written to explore Nono's character quirk. I usually prefer more humanish characters, but this was fun and Nono's shyness fit well for my first attempts at writing something I'm very shy about. I'm really rather happy with this one.
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For a werewolf who'd lived his whole life out in the countryside, London was absolutely breathtaking. Nono gawked at the gorgeous buildings surrounding him, watching all of the people milling about on the streets, the werewolf sniffing the air curiously as they passed by him. Their scents all told stories as fascinating as the scenery itself to his greatly heightened senses, telling him their moods and where they'd been. The sky was cloudy, and the smell of a recent rain lingered in the air; it was pleasantly refreshing, and the lanky wolf closed his eyes and wagged his tail happily as he felt a gentle cool breeze ruffle through his shaggy fur.Lynna, the demure lady rabbit he'd become acquainted with, smiled at the sight of the rugged wolf so caught up in cheerful wonder at his urban surroundings. She'd brought him here to see the city she grew up in, intending to take him shopping with her and let him see the sights, and she still owned a flat here where they could stay. "You seem to be enjoying yourself," she told him with a bright, gentle laugh.Nono nodded enthusiastically, beaming. "It's amazing! I want to see everything!""Don't worry, we will," the creamy-furred rabbit assured him, fiddling idly with the leash she was holding in her hands as she mentally assessed a plan for where to go next. Since this was the wolf's first time in a crowded city, Lynna had given him a collar to wear and was guiding him around with the aid of the leash so that he wouldn't get lost in the crowds. He'd been very anxious at first at the prospect of being around so many people at once, but fortunately being linked to her by the leash seemed to make him feel a lot more secure.Lynna did wish she'd managed to coax him to wear actual clothes as well, however. While the rabbit had donned her fanciest clothes for this trip, the wolf had insisted on wearing only his thick coat of fur, which looked very out of place here. At least his fur adequately covered him, so he wasn't indecent, but she still felt sheepish whenever someone would give the pair an odd look. A tall and rather scrawny werewolf being led on a leash by a short and plumply curvacious rabbit was an odd enough image as it was."I'm thirsty," Nono spoke up as he continued to look around at everything, panting. "Too much walking..."Lynna blushed at the memory of what happened the last time the wolf had been thirsty. "I know a place we could go to get you a drink," she told him, looking away shyly to hide her flushed face. "I've some other things I've been meaning to pick up there, too."Nono nodded as she guided him along close to her side with the leash, preventing him from getting lost or running into other pedestrians while he was distracted with the sights and smells everywhere. She took him to the all-purpose market, stopping at the food and beverage counter near the entrance to buy him a large soda.The moment it was handed to him, Nono took the drink between his paws and began knocking it back thirstily, his throat moving with each long gulp. Lynna couldn't help but stare, blushing slightly as her thoughts drifted to the state the wolf would be in a few hours from now if he continued to drink like this while they were out. He seemed to be entirely unaware of the consequences himself."Make that two sodas," she sheepishly amended to the man behind the counter, acquiring a second, larger drink for Nono which he cheerfully accepted and drank a bit more slowly as they began to casually browse the store proper.The wolf trailed along after her quietly as she did her shopping, fascinated by this new experience. Lynna smiled as she watched him survey the place with wonder, taking her time shopping rather than rushing, allowing him to see each part of the store...and giving those drinks time to go through him, she realised shyly. There wasn't much selection here as far as clothes went, and certainly nothing that matched her high-end tastes. She decided they'd go to a nice clothing store later for that.The store was quite large, allowing the rabbit to draw out the simple act of shopping for various assorted essentials as long as possible. Even she was starting to somewhat feel the need to relieve herself by the time she'd finished selecting everything, and she hadn't been the one downing sodas. Passing by the public toilets, she glanced thoughtfully at Nono, unsure if he would try to use them and spoil her fun.Thinking quickly, she released Nono's leash and handed him her shopping bags. "Here, would you mind taking these bags for me? I'll be just a moment." He nodded, taking them and waiting for her while she went in, the rabbit taking his empty cup from him as well to toss into the bin on the way inside the restroom.The wolf fidgeted a bit from his own need as he waited for her, thankful when she didn't take long and soon returned to take the shopping bags back and lead him towards the checkout. The queue on the other hand seemed to take far too long to get through, his fidgeting increasing as the urge slowly built, though he reasoned with himself that he could certainly still hold it. It did give him pause when Lynna asked him if he wanted another drink on the way out, but he nodded reluctantly regardless. They'd been walking around the store for a long time, and he was thirsty again, so he couldn't turn it down.Moving on to the other shops, Lynna wandered inside each one to look around even if she didn't intend to buy anything, in no hurry to end her shopping. She never passed up an opportunity to buy another beverage for Nono, though by the time they'd hit a few shops he was hardly drinking them anymore, just sipping slowly at them...hours of shopping with an increasingly full bladder were making him rather reluctant to put even more liquid inside his body.Noticing the way that Nono was squirming and scanning his surroundings with gradually mounting urgency as they walked between the stores, Lynna decided it was time for a detour. She led him towards the centre of the area where there was a small park-like square with benches to sit on...and a large fountain. The wolf flinched and froze in place the moment he saw and heard it, but she pretended not to notice, using the leash to force him to continue following her, leading him to a seat on one of the benches close to the fountain."I thought you might like to rest for awhile," she told him innocently as they sat down. "We've been walking around a lot, after all."Nono swallowed nervously and shifted about a bit where he sat, nodding hesitantly. The rabbit felt a slight thrill at the clear look of desperation on his face as he completely failed to sit still at the sound of the running water, and she couldn't help but enjoy the fact that the leash kept him from being separated from her. She would get to witness every moment of his battle against his need, and that was a very appealing thought.The wolf whimpered slightly and shifted to sit with his paws resting between his legs, trying to look as natural as possible while pressing them to his crotch slightly in attempt to alleviate the heightened need to urinate and keep holding it in, the sound of the fountain making that task significantly more difficult. Hearing the fountain gushing water rendered him entirely unable to think of anything but the incredibly overpowering urge it made him feel to mimic exactly that, weakening the muscles that were holding back what suddenly felt like far too much.Shuddering at the thought of losing control in front of all of the other people here, he moved his legs a bit closer together and pressed his paws against himself more firmly, his bladder beginning to throb in protest from denying himself the release he was beginning to feel like he desperately needed. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling, almost exciting, but he was starting to feel rather frantic at how hard it was to keep holding it in while listening to that fountain.Lynna continued to watch the wolf's struggle for awhile with great interest before she decided she'd tormented him enough with it. While she greatly enjoyed watching his battle to contain himself, being here was clearly wearing down his control too much, and she knew he'd be very upset if he ended up wetting himself in public. Finally standing again and motioning for him to do likewise, she stroked his head softly, silently rewarding him for enduring this. "Well, I'm rested up now. There's plenty more shopping I'd like to do."Nono whined slightly at that, realising his relief was still far out of sight, but he decided he could still manage awhile longer. He gave a brief nod in response, then stood up slowly and awkwardly to follow the rabbit as she guided him back toward the shops. Thankfully, he managed to regain stronger control once the sound of the water was out of earshot, and focusing his thoughts on all the other things around him as they walked aided him in distracting himself enough to partially forget about the need for awhile. There was still a feeling of fullness inside him, but at least he felt like he could still endure it now.However, on the way between yet another set of shops, his restlessly roaming eyes caught sight of something that caused him to stop walking abruptly and stare—there was a tree on the sidewalk with a short fence circling it. Lynna gave him a puzzled look at his sudden stop, not noticing what he was looking at until he'd dashed towards it and began to sniff at it, at which point she quickly tugged on the leash in alarm to pull him back from it."You'd better not be thinking about what I think you are," the rabbit told him sternly. Even if he couldn't hold it, this was definitely not an acceptable place to go.Nono bit his lip. "I-I've never seen a fence-tree," he replied lamely, flattening his ears as he shifted in place, struggling to restrain himself again when he was so ready to let go."This tree is not for marking!" she scolded him, trying to coax him away from the tree. "It's illegal, and you could get arrested for it."He nodded slowly, thinking of protesting that he needed it enough to justify the risk, but he was too embarrassed to admit out loud to the rabbit that he wasn't bright enough to find anywhere else to go in this city. Giving one last longing look at the fenced-in tree, he reluctantly let Lynna lead him away from it. The rabbit patted his shoulder gently for listening to her and not getting himself in trouble, consoling him a bit with her approval.The urge only continued to worsen as they continued shopping, however, and by the time they reached the clothing store, it was transparently obvious that time and the beverages Nono had drank had definitely caught up to him. To anyone not watching the wolf too closely, he just seemed unusually restless, but Lynna was watching him closely and could tell that his movements were from what by now was doubtlessly an immense need to urinate. He'd declined from using the public toilets when she'd stopped to use them herself, and the rabbit was beginning to wonder just how long the wolf thought he could hold it. He hadn't spoken up about it yet, though, so she assumed the urge wasn't so pressing that she couldn't still stall for more time.The wolf was constantly bouncing in place and shifting his weight from one foot to the other when Lynna had finished selecting clothes. She'd deliberately picked out a large number of things to try on to keep him waiting as long as possible, strangely compelled to see how just how desperate he would have to be in order to actually confess to his obvious need. "Alright, I'm going to try these on," she told him innocently as she walked towards the dressing room, indicating the benches outside it for him to sit on as she surreptitiously admired his deliciously urgent squirming. "I'll just be awhile."Nono nodded, chewing his lip a bit. He tried to convince himself that this wasn't an emergency yet, that he didn't really need to go as badly as he felt like he did. Surely he could tough this out. Sitting down did help remove the need somewhat, if only a bit. Trying to appear as though he were merely doing so casually, he crossed his legs as he sat on the bench and waited for Lynna to finish trying on clothes.It began to seem like the rabbit was in the dressing room for an eternity between each outfit she returned in to ask his opinion of, and he was growing increasingly aware of just how uncomfortably full his bladder felt now that he was sitting still and not distracted by anything. The wolf squirmed and crossed his legs tighter, jiggling his foot and tapping his paw-like hands on the bench restlessly as he worried his lip. He needed to think about something else, anything else, but his thoughts refused to budge from how just how much he was holding inside him and how badly he needed to let all of that out. There was simply nowhere for him to go here, with no wilderness in the city and no trees he was actually allowed to use.This wasn't a good train of thought, either. Thinking about trees was just making it even worse. He sucked in his stomach as he drew in a breath and then held it, using the action to help tense up his muscles and make the pressure a bit more bearable, but his muscles tightening around his bladder also made him even more keenly aware of just how achingly full and swollen it felt. Glancing down, he winced when he noticed that his lower belly actually was noticeably swollen and round there from the impossible amount of liquid trapped inside of him, and he struggled to focus his thoughts on the need to breathe instead."How about this one?" Lynna interrupted the wolf's thoughts as she stepped out of the dressing room in yet another new fancy dress. He couldn't even remember how many she'd showed him by now, since he hadn't been able to focus and had mostly just been nodding absently in response.Nono gasped for air and panted, feeling a bit lightheaded and a lot embarrassed. It took him a moment to catch his breath before he could stammer in reply, "Good...it...yeah...it looks good." He was sure it did look good, but he was having a great deal of difficulty paying attention. The wolf blushed slightly and ducked his head sheepishly, feeling extremely awkward. "A-are we almost done here?"Not one bit of the wolf's plight went unnoticed by Lynna, and the rabbit was suddenly quite a bit more fascinated in him than in her shopping. "Oh, are you tired?" she asked him, feigning innocence as she watched him restlessly shift positions and jiggle his tightly-tangled legs. He was trying to hide how desperate he was, and he probably wasn't aware of just how badly he was failing at it. Wanting to see his response, she mildly added, "Are you alright? Do you...need anything?"Nono blushed deeper, pinning his ears back and biting his lip. "I...uh...n-no..." He was clearly far too ashamed to admit what he so obviously needed, and though the rabbit certainly found his shyness very endearing, she also wanted to get him to say it."Are you sure?" she pressed. "You look like you need something."Nono squirmed uncomfortably at this observation, ears flattened as he slouched down as though trying to disappear, nervously studying the floor for a long moment. He considered not responding, or maybe insisting that he didn't need anything, but he knew he couldn't fool even himself with that. He could already feel a bit of strain on his bladder from how tautly full it was. "I...I have to pee," he finally confessed in a quiet yet frantic voice that clearly spelled out just how urgently. "I really have to pee. Bad." He turned his eyes towards the rabbit once more and whimpered in embarrassment. "Can...can we go somewhere else? This...I'm so embarrassed...too many people..."Lynna flushed slightly as heat shot through her at the wolf's confession. Evidently he was mortified at anyone else seeing the extent of his desperation, and the rabbit couldn't find any fault in that...she wanted to be the only one to get to see it, anyway. "Oh," she responded shyly. "Well, we could go over to my flat, does that sound okay?"Nono nodded, and Lynna took the lead to his leash in her hand again, petting his head softly as she told him, "It's not too far from here. I'm buying this dress anyway, so you won't have to wait for me again." She smiled gently, reassuringly, while carefully helping him up from his seat.The wolf stood up shakily, squinting his eyes shut and quickly pressing a paw firmly to his crotch when he suddenly found himself fighting against gravity again to contain himself, his eyes then darting all around him as he grew self-conscious about having to hold himself in public. Sucking in his stomach again and tensing up as best he could to hold back the contents of his overfull bladder without the aid of his paw, he finally removed it and followed after Lynna as she led him along, albeit in an awkward and wobbly manner.Nono struggled to look casual standing beside Lynna at the till while she bought her clothes. She made her purchase as quickly as she could, though it seemed to take forever to the wolf when he was aching to get out of there and get an opportunity to relieve himself. Knowing he felt nervous at being so obviously desperate, Lynna tried her best to shield Nono from the people they passed by as they left the store and began the walk to her flat. He took advantage of this slight amount of privacy to hold himself again in order to keep it in, since walking caused his bladder to threaten to rebel against him with every step, trying to force him to let it all out."It's not much further," Lynna assured the wolf, and he nodded shakily. Fortunately it indeed wasn't too long of a walk, though it seemed like miles to him. The steps up to the door of the flat also seemed much longer than they were, since ascending them sent dull twinges of pain to his bladder from the added strain of the motion and made it feel heavy inside him, forcing him to take them very slowly and carefully with his muscles tensed taut against the gravity.Once they were finally inside, he heaved a slight sigh of relief, grateful to be on level ground again and glad to at least be somewhere private now where he wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing him in this embarrassing state. It did nothing to relieve the still-mounting pressure inside him, though, and he had no idea how he could here."Here we are," Lynna announced pleasantly. "I'll show you where the loo is, it's just..." She trailed off from her offer at the uneasy look on the wolf's face. The knowledge that there was a toilet here that he could use didn't seem to be of any comfort, and realisation dawned on her after a moment as to why he'd not used any of the restrooms. "You don't know how to use the loo, do you?"Nono shook his head at this, looking at the floor and seeming incredibly ashamed of this fact. There was absolutely no questioning that he very desperately needed somewhere to go, though, evidently barely managing to keep holding it in at all by this point. He couldn't even stand remotely still.In fact, Lynna had the distinct feeling that the wolf was going to inevitably lose control soon. While it did excite her to see him like this, her flat was so expensive that she would prefer he didn't have an accident here if it could be avoided. "Do you want me to show you how? I could―""No!" the wolf nearly squealed in alarm, blushing intensely. "I-it's too embarrassing...I can't...n-not like that..."Realising the far too intimate implications of what she'd just offered to do, the rabbit looked abashed. "Oh...I'm so sorry. I...I didn't mean..." She looked down awkwardly for a moment, but she found her eyes trailing back upward almost against her will towards the wolf, who was so obviously dying to relieve himself, despite turning down her help. Bent forward slightly, he was holding himself with both paws, his thighs pressed tightly together as he shifted rapidly from one foot to another, biting his lip with a very slight flush visible on his face from both embarrassment at his situation and the sheer effort it was taking to contain himself by this point. The intense neediness of his frantic desperation had the rabbit unable to look away, her heart beating faster at the sight.As she watched him, she became increasingly aware of just how clearly she could actually see where the wolf's lower belly was visibly distended and stretched taut around the incredible amount of fluid he was struggling to contain inside him. Captivated, she was unable to resist reaching out to ever-so-gently touch the straining bulge despite the shyness she felt at the action, taking extreme care not to add any pressure at all as she felt the shape of that very tight, full ball of liquid he was fighting so hard not to release. The odd thrill of literally feeling beneath her hand just how desperate he was brought a blush to her face, and she could hardly believe that he was even still managing to hold all of that back.Glancing up at his face again, she was slightly surprised to see that Nono appeared very shy at this as well, the wolf genuinely seeming to enjoy the attention he was receiving despite his obvious discomfort. He most certainly didn't look like he could hold it in much longer though, and she had to do something before he lost the battle to keep it in.Thinking quickly, Lynna stroked his head and spoke in a soft, encouraging voice of gentle yet firm authority as she told him, "You've been such a good boy all day. I'm so proud of you. You're doing so well." Her efforts were rewarded by Nono's ears lowering and his tail wagging slowly at the praise, her words and tone seeming to have set him more at ease, so she continued, "Do you think you can hold it just a little longer?"The resultant blush on the wolf's face deepened to a bright pink that nearly glowed in intensity at the request, and he looked away in embarrassment, strangely excited by the rabbit's question. He contorted his body further in effort to keep holding back the contents of his swollen bladder, feeling as though he had an entire ocean trapped inside of him that was vying for escape, but he was still successfully containing every drop, if only barely. He nodded hesitantly in response to the rabbit, though he didn't know just how much longer he could keep holding it. He would have to trust her, but at least her tone oddly made him feel much more confident in doing so.Lynna was so pleased of Nono that she was nearly in awe, taking in his intensely desperate squirming as he deliberately kept holding back that large swell of liquid inside him. "Good dog. Very good dog!" she praised him, petting his head soothingly again. Of course, she was so enthralled watching his struggle that she briefly all but lost her train of thought entirely. He was so needy and now completely reliant on her to provide him relief, and it surprised her just how much she enjoyed that notion...but she still needed to find somewhere acceptable for the wolf to relieve himself, and soon. He looked mere moments away from bursting.Recalling that she had a large and very tall potted plant in an adjacent room, she assured him, "Just a tiny bit longer." Nono nodded a bit shakily, beginning to pant with the effort of still holding it in while he shifted about in place frantically. Lynna wasted no time in hurrying to the next room and beginning to drag the heavy plant over to him as quickly as she possibly could, very much not wanting to force him to disobey her by causing him to be physically unable to follow her orders.The wolf gave a desperate, longing whine upon seeing the potted plant, and she had to gesture for him to stay put as she labourously hauled it the rest of the way towards him, since it was very clear that by now any attempt to move on his part would render him no longer able to hold it in anymore and cause him to leak. "Wait for me to bring it to you," she told him, the soothing authority surfacing in her tone again to help him calm down and trust her. "You cannot make a mess on the floor. It has to only go in the pot."Nono nodded with a whimper as he bit his lip, frozen in place and trembling slightly with the heightened need for release he felt at the sight of his relief so close. Pride swelled in Lynna's chest at the wolf as he obeyed her nonetheless, managing to keep holding back with truly incredible effort until the plant was close enough for him to properly use it, the rabbit then giving a nod of approval that he was now allowed to do so.His intense relief at finally having the opportunity to empty his bladder was so overwhelming that he didn't even stop to consider that he was doing his business with someone watching him, only taking a split second to ensure he was properly aimed at the pot before relaxing and releasing the massive flood inside him as a high-pressure stream of urine, his eyes nearly closing as he let out a deep sigh of gloriously overwhelming contentment and pleasure. Lynna found herself stifling a laugh at exactly how he aimed the stream, not wanting to embarrass him by drawing attention to his unusual habits―rather than using his hands, he lifted his leg like a dog. She suspected that might have something to do with why he was so puzzled over how to use the loo.The rabbit gently wrapped her arms around the wolf and soothingly rubbed his belly to help him fully relax as he blissfully let go, letting her hand slide down low enough to stroke over that tautly swollen spot, feeling the tight and round shape slowly becoming flatter and softer as that great torrent of fluid was finally allowed release. He let his head fall back against her as he panted and lolled his tongue out, having very desperately needed to go for so long that letting all of that out now felt absolutely euphoric, and eventually his whole body melted into her limply as the hazy sensation completely overtook everything else for a moment. The rabbit's pride for him grew even more when she noticed that, even while so overcome with relief, he was still paying just enough attention to not miss the pot.For awhile it almost seemed that the stream would never stop, several minutes passing before it even began to slow down. Lynna continued her gentle massaging for awhile after he'd finally finished, helping to soothe the slight lingering ache there from being so very full for so very long, as well as earning soft contented sounds from the greatly relieved wolf. Holding him in her arms since he was now entirely bonelessly flopped against her, the rabbit slid her hand upwards to rub all of his belly."Such a good boy," she told him as she kissed his muzzle tenderly. "I'm so proud of you." She then couldn't help but giggle a bit and add, "...Even though you nearly drowned my poor plant."Nono laughed sheepishly, snuggling back against the rabbit cozily with half-lidded eyes and turning his head slightly to return the kiss, his ears flopped back and his tail wagging lazily. "I'm a good puppy?""You're a very good puppy," Lynna agreed, sliding her hand up further to hook a thumb into the collar still around his neck. She was charmed by a shy blush and smile from the wolf in response to this action, prompting her to gently add, "...And you're my good puppy." His smile grew positively brilliant at that statement, and she had the distinct impression that despite everything―or perhaps because of it―he'd absolutely enjoyed this whole experience every bit as much as she had.
Edited April 13, 2013 by ThatLimeyWeasel
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This story is pure fantasy. It contains desperation, wetting, and a sex scene. This is my fantasy, as a 20-something male. I wanted to finally get IT down, that perfect fetishist encounter (for me). Fan meets fan, and a mutual interest is discovered in the most garish way possible.
(Indentation go messed up during copying. Sorry!)
I met Stacy at school. We were both what you might call “professional” students. I had recently broken up with my girlfriend of some years because the demands of my education were too much. I waited a while before getting back onto the dating scene, but I knew when I did it would have to be with someone who was similar to me. Stacy and I were the same year, gunning for the same career, so you don’t get much more similarity then that. Or so I thought.
She had caught my eye a while ago, but we never formally met. She was about 5’6 and blonde, and had what I considered to be a great body. I’d say she was somewhere on the line between thin and a few pounds extra. She wore dresses in the warmer months that highlighted just the sexiest pair of legs that I’d ever seen. She may have been a track runner or soccer player in earlier years, before academics sucked up all our time. She wore glasses usually and had an adorably warm smile.
We would catch ourselves glancing at each other, but we never talked until one night at a bar event hosted by our school we were finally introduced by a mutual friend. We hit it off right away. She was remarkably easy to talk to, laughed at my bad jokes, and I laughed at her good ones. She suddenly shifted from being some sort of mythological princess seen from afar into a real person, with interesting things to say. It always amazes me how natural these kinds of encounters can be when they are just allowed to happen and not thought upon so much. Just like that, we made plans for dinner and drinks the following weekend.
We lived in the same area, a nice suburban part of town with plenty to do, so we decided to walk from place to place. She was looking gorgeous. She wore a tight green summer dress that stopped mid-thigh and a pair of black flats with a little jewel near the toe. I also have a pretty strong foot fetish, so my heart skipped a beat at the sight of her bare legs, with her feet showing toe cleavage in those shoes. I couldn’t help but look down and I think she saw me but she didn’t let on.
We had dinner and talked about what two students of our type inevitably talked about: school. We lamented about the scheduling of classes, the instruction of certain professors, all the typical stuff. I made her laugh a few times and she did the same for me. Outside looking in, it would appear we were hitting it off pretty nicely. She was easy to talk to and I did my best to keep the conversation smooth and light.
We had gotten a few drinks in us when I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I noticed Stacy had not yet taken a break.
“What’s the matter, can’t hold it?” she teased.
I chuckled and continued on my way. When I came back, I noticed she had ordered us a couple more drinks. She smirked and asked, “How was it? Everything you thought it would be?”
“Oh yeah, heavenly,” I said. “The bladder is like a video game power bar that fills up and has to be emptied before reaching that critical point or, game over!”
She giggled. I never feel odd dropping a few innocuous lines here and there. It’s all in good fun and people don’t really question it. I trained myself to respond like most anyone would at this casual bladder talk, despite my fetish.
A few more drinks in and we began talking about one particular lesson than involved sexual relations and deviances. I forgot how we arrived there but we were both pretty loose at that point so we continued.
“Sex is a big power play for people, isn’t it?” she asked rhetorically. “The man has to try to seize it and the woman has to surrender it, but the way the mainstream talks about it for people our age, it’s like a game. Almost like the girl has to be tricked by the guy into giving it up.”
“Yeah, I can see that. I’m not so sure we can ever escape that, though. It’s almost like it’s built into our romantic encounters to have this play at power.”
“It should be simpler,” she said, taking a sip of her drink.
“Yeah, for sure. Behind it all, it’s really about control. Who’s got it and who doesn’t. You see it in couples all the time. Either they are constantly at war with each other for it or one of the two has completely given up and is just sad. Even those with submissive tendencies need to feel in control sometimes. It’s a major stessor.”
“Oh, I like that! I definitely get the control thing. So maybe people just don’t realize it. What if they did?”
I was running my finger around the rim of the glass. “Well, I guess it would simplify things. If you were completely aware of it and you didn’t have to have it all all the time, then you could willingly trade off. Keep ego out of it and keep things balanced. Take sex, for example.”
She looked attentive but a bit red in the face from drinking. It was a first date conversation that could have only been inspired by alcohol, after all.
“Some people do realize the nature of the ‘game’ and use sex as sort of the silent bargaining tool. We put all these rules on sex. When it’s too soon to have it, when you’ve waited too long, how often. All this stuff. And all it does it result in pressure and stress. It’s because people are just so afraid of losing control. In all cases, right?”
She nodded.
“And yet is there no greater gesture of love and trust than to completely surrender control to someone who is special to you? Sex is just one way of doing it, but I think if you look you’ll find that we humans have created dozens of behavior to symbolize it.”
“I’m inclined to believe you, Mr. Jack. You’re kind of a smart guy,” she said, sipping again.
“Kind of?” I asked with a smirk.
“We’ll have to see!”
We decided to leave just after that and I immediately noticed her a bit fidgety when we got up to go. At the coat check, she was shuffling from foot to foot with her arms crossed over her shoulders. I didn’t ask if anything was wrong and she didn’t say anything. I was going to walk her home and we had a good few blocks to go before we got that. It was easy to see she was desperate as soon as we got out the door. We barely walked 20 feet when she said something about it.
“Oh man, I should have gone to the bathroom!”
“Ha, who’s laughing now!” I teased.
We continued walking and talking for another block. I noticed she had significantly quickened her pace. She was definitely desperate. It was a bit exciting, but I had been in this situation dozens of times before. Nothing ever comes from it and to think something will alters one’s capability of having normal interactions with his date. Play it off like any normal person would. Forget about the fetish now and maybe think of it later. But this girl, oh this girl was going to make it incredibly difficult.
“Oh my Goddd, I really have to pee. I always do this. I’m sorry!” she said, half laughing.
“Oh come on, don’t be sorry. That’s totally okay!” I replied grinning.
We continued walking towards her street. She was taking small quick steps and holding onto my arm. “Wow, I’m about to pee myself,” she declared out loud.
“Oh stop, it can’t be that bad!” I chided.
“Nooo, I’m serious! Would you never talk to me again if I did?”
Now, this was not my first casual pee conversation like this. Girls always seem to get themselves into micro-desperation situations and the subject of squatting or peeing oneself comes up for a moment or two, in jest or whatever. It’s nice to let the imagination wander and think that they are talking about pee for a specific reason, but in all my experiences it’s never been the reason I was looking for. Still, I always like my responses in these situations to be somewhat ambiguous; befitting any kind of intention the girl has in mind. And, also, I like to do some prodding when appropriate.
“I can absolutely promise you that I would still talk you. Do you really think you might?
Her tone became a bit more serious now, her voice slightly quieter. “Maybe…”
She stopped abruptly, crossed her legs, bent slightly forward at her hips and uttered a moan. “You alright?” I said.
She nodded, “Yeah, let’s hurry.” And we continued.
You see friends, in the typical “night-of-drinking pee talk” that little break in the action would have terminated the subject. If I would continue to talk about the prospect of her wetting herself, then I’d risk showing my hand and coming across as someone who was peculiarly interested in her predicament, more so than someone should be. So, I’ve learned over the years that a sacrifice has to be made at this point. A fetish isn’t the end-all be-all, and it’s simply not worth creeping out a good person to explore your kink. So, despite wanting to only pry into this situation more, I let it go.
Or, at least I would have. If she wasn’t the one to bring it up again.
“Jack…I think I’m not going to make it,” she said after about 20 seconds, with a strange tone in her voice. The desperation was there, but there was something else, too. More like something was lacking. She sounded concerned, but not as concerned as someone should be.
“Are you serious? I really think you should reconsider the whole squatting thing. And besides, we’re not that far away from your place.”
“No, I know, but now my neighbors might even see now. And I know we’re close but….God, I haven’t peed myself since I was a kid. Have you ever seen someone wet themselves before? Like totally soaked themselves by accident?”
Wow, okay so she was having a pee conversation with me. All centered around her wetting herself. Damn. I was intrigued, but I was careful not to get my hopes up. I had to keep calm. It’s so easy to let your imagination run away. I needed to keep my wits about me and stick with the plan.
“No, I haven’t actually. I mean, I’ve seen it in like movies and stuff but never in real life. I guess I’ve never been that lucky!” That was risky.
“Lucky?”
Shit. Damn idiot, couldn’t resist, could you? Okay, think.
“Well, I would imagine it’s just such an event, you know? Like what we were talking about before with everything being about control. What is more loss of control than someone peeing themselves? I would imagine there are some complex emotions going in a person that that happens to. It would be interesting to see how someone would react to that.”
Okay, not too terrible…I hope.
“Do you think someone might like that happening?”
Is she talking about the peeing or the witnessing? You know what, it doesn’t matter. This is a case where less is more. She keeps wanting to have this conversation so I’m going to keep having it.
“Yes,” I said firmly.
“Like, exciting?”
“Definitely.”
“But if I pee myself in front of you…you’ll think badly of me.” She moaned a bit in desperation after she said it, a reminder that she was still in trouble. But again, she was concerned but it was an odd type of concern. Almost…faked? Whatever, just roll with it.
“No. I can guarantee I would definitely not think badly of you. In any way. In fact I can promise you right now that you’re going to get a phone call from me tomorrow no matter what happens tonight, and during that call we’re going to make plans to go out again” I made sure my words were like bricks. It was the truth, after all.
She didn’t respond at all to that. I felt my answers were sufficient and she didn’t really seem put off by them. We were on the same block as her house at this point and I noticed she began holding herself. Her hand was moving under her dress.
“Oh my godddd,” she moaned. “Ohhh, we’re almost there,” she almost squealed.
It was this point where she began making little sounds. Mico moans, I guess you could call them. My cock was hard as a rock at this point. A beautiful desperate girl was in front of me, talking about wetting herself, and it might finally happen. And she might actually be into it. No…nonsense. It’s just talk. Still, I was pitching a strong tent. I don’t think she noticed as we were walking. She was preoccupied anyway.
We arrived in front of her house and she was hopping from foot to foot. She immediately opened the fence and went there. “Where are you going,” I asked, puzzled.
“The back door. Come on, hurry!” Just like that. No explanation. Okay then.
The path to her back door was concrete. As we neared the door, a motion-detecting light switched on. With the light on I could beads of sweat on her forehead, and her face was absolutely flushed.
Just a few steps from the door step, she stopped abruptly. “Oh Goddd…oh God Jack! I’m…I’m…! Uhnn!”
I heard a hissing noise and saw some dark spots on the concrete between her feet. “Oh my god!” she uttered, halfway between mortification and ecstacy.
She immediately grabbed at her crotch, then kicked off her shoea so hard that they slapped against the front door and fell to the ground. “Ohh Goddd,” she moaned and just stood there, grabbing her crotch and wetting, the streams running down her bare legs and over her feet, forming a puddle. Her legs glistened in the light and the purple nail polish on her toes shined even more. I watched her up and down as she peed, not knowing where to stop my eyes. My heart was racing and my cock was about to burst out of my pants. Stacy kept her hand at her crotch, he pee splashing all over it as she uttered short, intermittent moans.
When she finally looked at me, she looked straight at my pants first and saw my hand rubbing my bulge slowly. She had finished peeing and just stood there in her large puddle. I took a silent step closer to her and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close. She looked up into my eyes, her breath shallow and rapid, her face completely flushed, and said, “Do it.”
I kissed her forcefully. She moaned. My hands were all over her body. She immediately went for my belt and undid it along with my pants. They fell to the ground, soaking in her puddle which we both stood over. I reached for her soaked panties and yanked them down quickly, also dropping them into the puddle. I grabbed her leg and lifted it so that she would wrap it around me. When she did, I could feel the warm wetness on it spread across my skin. When I entered her, I grabbed her other leg and lifted her off the ground, pushing her back against the wall next to her door. She wrapped both her legs around me tightly. I held her up with both arms as I thrust, momentarily reaching back with one hand to grab onto her foot and squeeze it tightly. It made her utter a stifled moan, as if she wanted to scream but knew she couldn’t be so loud.
I was an animal. She lost all control in front of me and in turn made me lose complete control over myself. I was giving her all I had, completely driven by this savage desire she had awakened in me. After several minutes the bee on her legs was causing her to slide down and out of my grip. She lowered both her legs and spun around, bending slightly over with both her hands on the wall. I entered her from behind and firmly grasped her hips with both hands. We continued like that for some time until she reached back and grabbed my forearm impossibly tightly. I thought I heard more dripping on the ground when I heard her making a muffled sound and I realized that she had begun to orgasm and was biting her arm to suppress her screams. That sent me over the edge and I began to pound harder until the last sense of humanity and reason in me returned and I pulled my cock out of her in the last second and ejaculated all over her ass and legs.
I leaned against her on the wall, her back still to me, and began gently kissing her neck, both of us breathing quickly and shallowly. We remained in that embrace for a few minutes when she turned and began kissing me softly. She broke the kiss and step backed from me. She walked over, picked up her shoes, then walked back into her puddle where we had just stood and had sex.
I pulled up my pants, sodden with her pee. She broke eye contact with me.
“I’ve never done…any of that before,” she said quickly.
“Me neither,” I replied.
There was a strange air about us then. Something not sure, uncertain. She stepped towards her door.
“You promised you were going to call me tomorrow right?” she said quietly, looking deeply into my eyes, embodying the very definition of vulnerable beauty.
“Yes,” I said. “God, yes.”
She smiled. “Okay,” she said quietly, putting her arms around me.
I returned her embrace and kissed her softly on her lips. “Have a good night, Stacy.”
“Good night, Jack,” she said.
It was if she moved in slow motion. She opened her door, stepped inside, and looked back at me, pausing for a moment. She simply smiled, said bye once more, and closed the door.
I stood there for a few minutes, trying to comprehend everything that happened. It was difficult to process it all. It felt positively unreal. I didn’t mind that she didn’t invite me to spend the night. It was probably a lot for her, too. We both needed to marinade with this a bit.
I began my walk home with that familiar sense of longing one experiences, the telltale signs of becoming addicted to another person. I was addicted to Stacy just like that. My stomach sank as I thought about her deciding it was all too much for her and not picking up when I called tomorrow. I shook the thought out of my head and checked my phone to see what time it was. I saw that I had a text message. It was from Stacy. “Don’t forget J,” it read.
The sense of relief and suggestion that I could forget even a second of tonight’s occurrences made me laugh out loud for a good five seconds.
“If I don’t call, assume I’ve been kidnapped and send for help,” I replied.
“ lol, g’night you,” she replied.
Everything was going to be just fine.
Edited April 15, 2013 by wiseguy
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Akiko paced around a moment in the morning, glancing from the newspaper that she had gotten about ten minutes ago and out the window thinking about the most effective way of getting a job or at least some money to pay for another night or two at her current room. She was sipping on some coffee, and thinking when an idea came to her. Maybe an old friend, Anna, might know of a place she could work. Anna had helped her out once before, and they were good friends growing up.
"I'm not even sure if she lives there anymore," Akiko scolded herself. But as she took another look outside at the prospects of going out there among those people, and wandering from Help wanted to Help wanted store, she knew that it was going to be hell. If there was even a chance that Anna was where she last remembered, and that she could help, then it was certainly worth the call. She went to her purse and looked in it hoping to have the nickel she needed for the call. She was in luck. She had exactly one nickel.
She dressed herself respectfully enough to be seen outside in a blouse that covered her arms fairly well and a skirt that went down past her legs, and some white socks and black dress shoes, then she finished her coffee and walked out of her room towards the lobby of this little hole that she lived in to use the pay phone. The good part of where she lived, was that no white man would set foot in there, which meant she would not be rushed off of the phone by one. She walked into the lobby and by luck, found the only phone unoccupied.
She placed the nickel on the phone to show that she was paying for the call, and then dialed the number.
'Please be home,' she thought to herself as she waited for the operator to come on so she could tell the name and number she meant to call. "Please be home," she breathed out loud.
"Anna Cassillas," a voice came from the other side after the operator had connected her.
"Anna! It's me, Katie!"
"Katie!"
"Um... do you still live near where you used to?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Can we possibly meet today and talk? I wouldn't bother you, but I don't really know where else to turn."
"Sure. How about at that old cafe we used to like to go to?"
Katie frowned. She hated that cafe these days because since she had become an adult, she could see the way they treated people 'like her,' and right now was the worst time to be caught up by such places. However, she didn't feel as though she had much choice, and it wasn't like they'd treat Anna much better, so she was sure that Anna must have just wanted to go there for convenience.
"Alright," she said after a long pause. "But they don't let me sit near the front anymore."
"I know," Anna said. "They've changed their attitude ever since I turned sixteen, but they are still the nicest place I know of that will even let us in."
"Alright."
After she had let her friend go, she ran to the office and put the nickel under the glass for the attendant and then back upstairs to fix her hair a little better. She braided it and then wrapped it in like a bun around the back of her head. Once she was happy with her appearance, she grabbed her purse, keys, and anything else she might need, walked out locking her room, and down to catch the bus.
Like everywhere else, the bus had signs that said if you were 'colored' meaning non-white, you had to sit in the back if there was even room to sit. Most of the time, you had to stand even if there was only one white man in the back. She climbed aboard the bus and walked to the back where she found several non-white people sitting and nervously watching to see who got on the bus.
Akiko just stood because it was less troublesome if a white did come aboard.
She was relieved to arrive at the cafe without much trouble on the bus or as she walked down the streets. She walked around to the back, where the secondary entrance was, and waited for a table which wasn't very long. It was still too early in the day for most people. Besides, it seems that Anna had beaten her, and had left word for them to look for her, so that she didn't have to worry about it at all.
As she really wasn't hungry, she didn't care how long they took to serve her. They always seemed to take at least thirty minutes to an hour to serve the back area even if they didn't look busy.
"So, what is it?" Anna got right to business. "Do you need a place to stay?"
"Not exactly, or at least not yet," Akiko blushed. "But what I do need is a job. I've been trying to find think about the best course, and then I remembered that you work at a very large factory of sorts. Do you think they might hire me?"
"Well, I don't see why not, but you better be willing to work without breaks and very long hours, if you want to work there."
"I am," Akiko said. "I've been out of work for too long, and I'm really scared that I won't be able to find anything else."
"Alright, go to this address. There is a man by the name of Lynchwood that owns the factories, but he'll never come and check on them himself. The people at this address that I gave you do all of his business for him for the cotton and yarn factory. Make sure you bring extra clothes with you when you come and wear pads."
"Why?"
"Because, there are no breaks except when they tell you. They don't care why you want one, they won't give you one no matter what."
Akiko looked at her and then she remembered a long time ago, how her mother had come home smelling bad often from work.
"Oh," she said a little nervous about that.
It was about two hours later, when her friend left and she was faced with a choice.
1. Go to the address and get the cotton factory job.
2. Check Help Wanted signs outside of stores.
3. Check the newspaper |
Akiko walked out of the café with a sigh. She did need a job, and she knew what it would be like if she went hunting in the stores with help wanted signs. They would likely tell her they’d consider it, probably yell at her for disturbing them, and in the end, she would be lucky if even one of them called her back.
She also imagined what the newspaper ads would be like. They would eventually get around to her ethnicity, and even if they didn’t on the phone, then when they were talking to her in person, they would scold her for wasting time, and then they would likely not even call her.
That was why she had decided to call her friend in the first place, so she might as well take her friend up on the lead even if the place was a bit like slavery, at least they might give her enough money that she wouldn’t lose her room.
She walked to the bus thinking about what to wear for the interview. Her friend had forgotten to tell her if she should wear anything specific, but if she knew anything about finding a job, it was important to look your best. So, that would mean she would dig through and find her nice white skirt and black blouse. She would take a shower, not because she felt dirty in the slightest, but just as a precaution so that they couldn’t complain of any imaginary smells coming from her, though they might anyway.
The bus wasn’t much longer than five minutes from the time she got there to wait for it, and she walked aboard to find one white man way in the back sitting with his head down as if sleeping. Of course, he would be asleep or even pretending. He didn’t want to be disturbed, and he probably thought it was his right to make non-whites stand all over town. What did she care?
Akiko arrived at her bus stop about ten minutes later, departed the bus and started to walk towards her one room apartment to get ready. She could feel the morning sun nearing the middle of the sky, and that meant that noon was approaching. Even if the man thought she was lazy for waiting until noon to come looking, she had to give it a try today. She was desperate for a job, so that she could delay the rent for a week. It was in the lease that as long as she could produce some document that she had changed jobs, they would give her a week, the normal time it took for most jobs to pay you your first wage.
She walked up to her room and found a notice on her door.
“If you do not make arrangements by the end of the day today, you will have to move out tomorrow morning. Your rent is already a month behind.”
She nodded at the note as she folded it up and put it in her purse. She unlocked the door and walked to the bathroom to get ready. Well, now she certainly hoped that God, whatever he was made from, would help her. She would pray the Christian way, the Buddhist way, or any other way she could, if she knew how. For now, all she knew was to say, “Please, God, let them have something for me.”
She got her shower, and then dressed herself as nicely as possible. It was going to be a long day, she just knew it. The plant was out of town a ways, and she knew that the bus would only take her so far. She thought about asking someone for a ride, but who? Her friend didn’t have a car, as far as she knew.
She was resigned to take the bus as far as it would go. In all, the bus ride was a two hour ride, but she barely felt the time slipping away. Then she started walking along the highway. She hoped that it wouldn’t take as long as it seemed it would.
Akiko looked up at the sun and realized that it was already heading into the mid-afternoon, and she wasn’t sure she would get to the job in time, let alone, get back to the room in time. Maybe she was going to lose her room after all, regardless of whether she got the job. She shook her head. Either way, this job was all she had going for her at the moment.
As she walked along, a small truck pulled over ahead of her, and a white man got out of the truck. She didn’t know what he wanted, but she kept on walking hoping he wouldn’t bother her. She didn’t have time for crossing the road games. She had to get to that factory before the office closed.
“You going somewhere?” the man called to her.
Akiko looked up at him a little surprised.
“Well, are you?”
“Yeah, I mean, yes sir.” She blushed. “I’m trying to get to Lynchwood’s cotton and yarn factory.”
“If you don’t mind riding in the back of the truck, I can take you.”
Akiko nodded. She didn’t think she had anything to lose at this point, and the man seemed nice enough.
He helped her into the pick-up and drove up the road. As it turned out, he was one of the inspectors for Mr. Lynchwood, and therefore, he was going to that very place. When he parked, not more than twenty minutes later, he helped her out of the truck and then they walked into the office building together.
“What’s this?” one of the other white men asked the man with the truck.
“She said she was coming here, so I gave her a lift. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No, not really. So, if you’ll just sit tight, miss,” he had turned his attention to Akiko. “We’ll be with you in a minute. Right now, I have something important to do.”
Akiko nodded and sat trying to look her best though her skirt and blouse had gotten some dust on them from the road trip.
It seemed like an hour later, but the man did come back, the one that worked at the office that is.
“How can I help you then, miss?”
“My friend said you might be hiring,” she looked up at him trying to be polite and smile. “I’ll work really hard.”
“What happened to your last job?”
“They didn’t need me anymore. That’s all I know,” she said truthfully.
“I see. Well, we make yarn here out of cotton. Have you ever spun cotton before?”
“Once or twice when I was young, I’ve tried it,” she said honestly.
“Then you know it’s tedious work. You will have to finish a certain quota each day before you can go home. You will be paid according to the quotas you make each day.”
Akiko nodded.
“Then, I think I can use someone, even if we have to train you a bit. If you wait here, I’ll get the papers for you to fill out to begin work.”
Akiko nodded.
“You can begin this evening.”
Akiko now knew that she was going to lose her room. There was no way she’d be back to discuss anything or arranging anything. She sighed and sat as she waited for him to bring her some papers.
Akiko looked up at the clock noting that it was already nearing three. What was she going to do about a place to stay or her things at her room? Surely, before she got back the next morning, the manager will lock her stuff up so she can’t get it.
Only a moment or two had she been able to think of that before the man brought out some papers for her to fill out. He looked at her attire though and frowned.
“You do know that working in a factory, and that spinning cotton is a dusty job, don’t you?”
Akiko nodded.
“And you planned to wear that to work in?” he asked.
“No sir. I just thought I should look my best for an interview.”
“I see. Well, do you have any other clothes with you?”
“Yes sir, I have another skirt and work shirt in my bag.”
“A skirt?” he laughed. “I don’t mean to tell you how to do your job, but really, this is no place for a skirt. Tell you what, I’ll lend you a pair of jeans for tonight, but tomorrow come dressed for work, alright?”
Akiko nodded though she wasn’t sure how she’d do that if she lost her things.
The man’s name turned out to be Mr. Brice West, but she would rarely actually see him. He was mostly just the office clerk, who talked to buyers and customers. He would rarely see the factory floor at all.
Akiko started filling in the information, but when it came to address, she paused uncertain if she should put her current room or not. There being no better answer, however, and that being the same with a phone, she guiltily filled them in. It seemed to take nearly an hour to work through the paper work, all the while, Brice was watching her with interest.
Now, finally, as the clock neared four, the man took her papers from her, and called for someone to give her a tour.
Akiko sat waiting, a little nervously, biting her pinky on her left hand as she waited. She looked so much like a little girl like that, that some of the passers-by thought she was cute. Still, no one talked to her as children in those days were seen and not heard, and more so if you were not a white child. At least, if you knew what was good for you.
It seemed to take nearly fifteen minutes for a tall black man to come out with a white hat on.
“Matt Cunningham? This young lady is one of your new charges. See to it that she gets to work, and someone trains her.”
“Yes, mastah,” the blackman said in his heavy southern accent. “I be getting the pretty miss settled in as quick as the wind.”
“Good man,” and the pair of them were off leaving the white man behind.
“Excuse me, um, is it Mr. Cunningham?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the man responded with a smile. “That be me.”
“Can you first show me to a place I can freshen up?”
“You don’ts needs no freshing up, ma’am. You quite a pretty girl as you are,” he said without shame.
“I don’t mean that,” Akiko said. “But um… how else am I to politely ask for a moment to… um…you know.”
“No, I don’ts know,” Matt said rather thickly. “I just knows they said shows you to your workstation and gets you a trainer, so I be doing it. If you need something, speak up, miss.”
What should Akiko do now?
Just follow him and forget trying to get to the bathroom.
Follow the man and start leaking in her pants on purpose. Remember, these are not even her pants.
Ask him outright where the toilets are, and demand to go to one.
Also if anyone has any interesting twists they want to share for me to think about, please PM, don't use the thread for that, if that's okay.
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Akiko cleared her throat as the man started to walk her down towards the workstation. She wanted to ask him something urgently, but was a little nervous to do so.
"Yes?" Matt asked asked as he looked into her eyes.
"I... I have to do something privately, okay? It's just going to take a second." In the 1950s and 1960s, it was still rather rude for a woman to come out and say she had to take a piss, so they had many round about ways to ask, but it seemed that Matt was being rather thick about this. Her expression was quite often used when she first asked him, and she wondered if he was just being thick on purpose or if he really had that little of experience with the ladies.
"Privately?" Matt's brows knitted nearly coming together in thought. "What could you?" then he smiled. Akiko could actually see the moment that realization was forming in his face. "Yeah, that's something you should definitely do before you start work. You must never ask for a break during the shift as they will take that wrong and think you want to quit. I'll show you where you can go, then."
Matt took her all the way to the back of the main store building, it was rather a walk. He waited outside the door for her, and when she finally came out, her face full of relief, he gestured ahead of himself.
"Well, that was a very long second," he teased. "We could be in trouble for taking so long to get you to your station, but as it's your first day, they might forgive us this once. Just make sure you always take care of this in the future only during your breaks and before your shift. Never ask to go during your working time."
It took them ten minutes to get from the bathroom to the factory.
Ms. Smith, a tall black woman with a bun at the top of her head met the two coming in.
"You two were supposed to be here minutes ago," she said. "Now, The young Nakagawa is already behind in her work, might have to finish through her break."
"Sorry," Matt said. "She just had to take care of something private."
"Something she could tell a man but not me?" Ms. Smith asked raising her eyebrows.
"No ma'am. She wouldn't have told me, but I was walking with her, and I'm too much a gentleman to tell you where I had to take her."
Ms. Smith let it drop.
"Fine, Ms. Nakagawa, your spinner is right there," she pointed between two other women, both of who were African-Americans. Most of the women in this factory were 'black' a term that was common in that day, and which was actually considered a kind term compared to other things they might have said.
Akiko nodded and sat down at the spindal.
"You know nothing about these things?" Mrs. Smith asked her.
"Oh, I know a little about them. I used one when I was younger."
"Good. Once you make the threads, then I'll show you how to turn it into yarn," the woman explained. "You have to make fifty feet of yarn each shift. You may not go home until that quota is done, and you'll be paid $2.00 for fifty feet. Later, your quota will increase, but so will your pay. Do we understand each other?"
Akiko nodded.
"Good. I'll be over there in the office, so if you have any trouble, you just come and knock on the glass. I'll arrange for any problems to be solved like if your spinner has some problems or if you run out of cotton. Get to work."
Mrs. Smith walked away from them, and towards her office. She seemed to be acting like a boss of some kind which sort of surprised Akiko, but she didn't say anything as she sat down to get to work. Once she was gone, and in the office, however, one of the black women next to Akiko sighed and started to talk very low.
"She thinks she's so bad just because the people in charge put her over us, but they don't really think she's any different than the rest of us. She don't know it, but she's a real joke!" she pointed out to the room at large.
Many of the women seemed to agree and voice it very quietly. The way they quietly talked about Ms. Smith, Akiko felt a little reluctant to join in. It was bad mannered to talk about your employers like that when without them, you wouldn't even have a job. She just kept quiet scared to rock the boat. That was something about being Japanese. You never stuck out, if you could help it.
"So, we got ourselves an Asian in the factory!" one of the women next to her called out. "Didn't they call you Ms. Nakagawa. That ain't no Mexican name."
Akiko nodded in agreement. "I'm Japanese."
"You speak it?" the woman next to her asked.
"Yes, I'm more comfortable speaking Japanese than English," she confessed though there didn't seem to be anything wrong with her pronunciation.
"Well, whatever that woman said about you should go get help from her, you really better not," the woman next to Akiko said. "I'm Karen, and I don't mind telling y'all that it's a trap. They get rid of women by giving them little tests like that. If you run out of cotton, you should just take some from my bag. As long as you have fifty feet done by the end of your shift, they won't complain."
Akiko wasn't sure about this Karen character. She was told to ask for help if she needed it, and Karen was telling her that she shouldn't because she might be fired. Well, who had the authority to fire her, Karen or Ms. Smith?
"I'm sorry," Akiko looked down. "But I am thinking I have to ask the office first before I take from your bag. It is custom in Japan that we trust our employer."
Karen shrugged. "Suit yourself."
The other women around her acted as if she said something evil, and it made her feel very small. Maybe she should listen to them. If they were all doing the same thing, then it might look bad on them if she was the only one that went to the office for them. She just hoped she didn't run out of cotton and have to really make that choice.
A couple of hours in, while everything seemed to be going smoothly, Akiko had about sixty feet of string spun, but to make fifty feet of yarn, they actually needed about three hundred feet of string. (No, I don't really know how yarn is made, I'm making it all up, just pretend I know what I'm talking about, please). She didn't know how she'd ever get enough string by the end of her shift, and have the yarn done too! Around her, many of the women were already working on what seemed like 200 or 300 feet of string. It had been a while, but she didn't think she was that slow.
She started to get nervous, and realized that she had to speed up. She tried to get the wheel spinning faster, and using her hands, twisted the cotton as fast and straight as she could, but it started to get out of shape, and she had to stop and correct some mistakes as some of it started to look fatter here and too thin to hold together there. It was really hard to go that fast.
It wasn't but a few more minutes after she realized that she was behind, that a smell came from the girl on the other side of her, not Karen. She looked at the woman who didn't even seem to flinch, or let on anything was wrong, but Akiko was sure that she smell strangely. She looked down at the woman's lap, but it wasn't exactly any different from what it should be. She had on dusty jeans which were quite covered in lint just as her own were. There was nothing to see there. The floor around her was dry. Moments later, Akiko even though she heard a faint 'schurr' sound from under the very same woman, but still, nothing could be seen. This had distracted her for a few moments from her work, and she realized that rather than being worried about a strange smell or some sound that she couldn't identify, she should be working!
The problem, was that after the noise that she couldn't identify had finished, the smell was stronger, and Akiko was tempted to plug her nose though it might be rude because not only would it mean that she noticed that the other woman smelled, but it would make others aware of her predicament if there was something off about her. Not only that, but if she used one hand to plug her nose, then she couldn't work. Oh, she had to get back to work and stop thinking about what she was smelling or hearing. Even though it felt strange to smell the weird unidentified smells, she had to work through it or she would not be even close to her quota by the end of the shift.
Two more hours of quiet passed when Karen spoke in whispers again so that she could be sure that Ms. Smith wouldn't hear them.
"This is really crazy the way they make us work without breaks," the woman whispered. "Four hours in, and I'm sure that among the nearly fifty of us, some of us are already wet, right?"
No one actually nodded. Everyone was either too ashamed to saw it was them, or too polite to point out their neighbors, Akiko thought. Actually, wasn't it a bit impolite to even say such a thing, let alone not even lady-like to say this in a room full of strangers? Then she realized, maybe she was the only stranger in the room. Who knew how long the women had been working together before Akiko came. There were no men in this part of the factory, the whole group of them were stuck all day together.
Akiko looked down not wanting to say that the girl next to her, Vivian, smelled like she was one of them. There was no proof except for the smell, but Akiko now knew what that smell was, and wondered how the woman was being able to hide it. She looked around at the other ladies, but none of them seemed to be standing out as being wet either.
Karen's hands were quickly at work, even as she spoke.
"So, you know my idea," she continued after a few minutes of quiet while those that had wet their pants contemplated what she was talking about. Something that Akiko was only just about to learn. "I want to form a union."
Akiko wasn't really sure what a union was since she had never worked for a factory before.
"I want us to think about standing up to our bosses, demanding fair pay for our work, better working conditions, and breaks more frequently."
Some of the women nodded, but Akiko among a few others, seemed reluctant to give any kind of answer. It was soon apparent who the lead of the girls was, when the office wasn't watching. Karen was not only an organizer, but she was kind and she seemed to know everything about everyone. This was apparent when the woman next to her started to shiver, and Karen took a moment from her work, went to the other side of the room where Akiko learned the cotton was actually stored so that she didn't even have to ask for help in getting it, and she pulled a quilt from a cubby and put it over the woman's lap.
"It's okay, Maria," Karen said. "We are all in the same boat. Just go. They can't do no worse to you if you wet your pants than if you don't, and it's impossible to wait all night."
Maria nodded and whispered thanks.
Karen turned from the shaking woman, apparently she still couldn't relax, and Akiko knew that she would feel the same way. But Karen continued with trying to rally the others.
"We have to show these people that we ain't no animals! We have to have certain rights like in the constitution!"
A few of the women nodded in agreement.
Akiko was beside herself. It was wrong to fight your employers. They were the ones that paid you, and it could cost you not only your job, but what if they said something bad about your performances to other companies. You wouldn't be able to work. Still, she felt too scared to speak up and tell anyone what she thought. She just sat there hoping something would make this tense moment pass.
She nervously worked on her strings. And cutting through the whirl of the machines and the voice of Karen's rebellion, after several moments, a sound of water hitting the floor and some gasps from Maria could be heard. It was all Akiko had to concentrate on to block out the tension of the moment. She could feel her face heat up as she sympathized with the young Mexican woman. She knew she'd die if it was her that had peed her pants in front of everyone. It was obvious that she had not gotten the same thing that Vivian had to hide her problem.
Vivian was also quiet. She worked silently as did most of the girls. When Karen thought she saw the door to the office opening, she became suddenly quiet. Her string pile was the longest, so that when they came out to check on them, no one even suspected that Karen was up to ill.
However, while inspecting, they came across Maria who had a quilt over her lap but a huge puddle under her chair.
"This one has peed her pants again," one of the three assistants that helped Ms. Smith pointed her out.
"Take her to the back and get her ready," Ms. Smith said her eyes shining. Why were her eyes shining? Was that a tear about to come down her face? No, her face was too stern. She didn't care about Maria or anyone else.
"That one's wet too," came a sound of an assistant across the room. A black girl not much older than high school aged stood up with a very embarrassed face and everyone could see her pants were just soaked.
"Take them both away." Ms. Smith turned to look at a wall. "Then come back and check that they have enough cotton. It is almost time for them to start working on the yarn."
She walked back to her office while the two girls that had gotten caught wet, were taken from the room. Akiko wanted to ask where they were being taken, but she was scared. She felt like they were going to get in trouble. No one in the room seemed to like the sound of them being taken to the back. Indeed, Vivian had gasped when the first girl was found out, and she closed her eyes and seemed to pray when the woman came up behind her, and seemed to relax again when she was passed over.
Though Ms. Smith said it was almost time to start working on the yarn, Akiko noted that it seemed as if it was forever before they came back to line the women up with their bags of string. It had been at least two more hours, and one more girl was taken to the back as they started to stand up. By then, tears coming from the faces of the two woman that had been picked out earlier, they had returned and somberly taken their places to start working again, though in dry jeans.
Akiko was sure she had nowhere near enough string for fifty feet of yarn, but she took her place in line and no one seemed to check how much she really had done.
They walked down the hall, and into a large cafeteria-like place. The three assistants stayed with the girls the whole time they were there, and they all lined up at a counter where they were given brown sacks and glasses of tea. Each girl took the sack with gratitude and nodded thanks. Each took the tea as though it was precious and delicate, and they walked to tables where they were assigned where to sit and eat.
Vivian was sitting next to Akiko and she opened her brown bag.
There were two sandwiches and an apple for each person in the bags. They could go up and have as much tea as they wanted. Akiko was very grateful for the meal for she had not even thought to bring a lunch, not that she had any money or food at her former room for one. She looked at the clock in the room. It was now way too late to call the manager, but still, maybe she could try.
She raised her hand to try to get the attention of one of the assistants.
One came right to her.
"What is it?"
"I need to use the phone," she said. "It's about my rent, I have to call them."
"Your rent? You're behind, right?"
Akiko's face blushed. "Just let me call, please?"
"No. Phones are off limits during working hours. You can call tomorrow when you get off of work."
Akiko's shoulders sagged as she nodded. It would be too late by then, but that was her problem. She just started to eat.
What would she do:
1. Try to sneak to the phones before lunch is over.
2. Just accept that she will have no room the next day. |
I've been lurking around here for a while, and recently noticed that more active measures have been taken to try and make lurkers become assets to the community, so to start off, I've written the first post of a fiction story I hope piques some interest as well as other things. Writing is something I've passionately been doing for halfway to a decade now, so feel free to leave commentary, all discussion (and desires) are appreciated and welcomed. I've left a .doc for anyone who wants to keep this around if it dies out.
A Wet Future ~Rushed Traffic~
"I hate this stupid thing!" A young woman's voice spat from her bedroom, the sound of plastic hitting a wooden floor soon followed, "It never wakes me up when I tell it to!"
The door to her room was opened by her mother, "Excuses, young lady," she said to the upset brunette, "Now get yourself up and out the door before the next Mag-Train goes without you. I refuse to give home to a daughter who can't manage the start of her career, honestly."
"Yes mother," she sighed, lifting her cozy sheets off her light body, her undersuit stuck tightly to her form, its hexagonal pattern across every curve, its pure white sheen shown in the gentle sunlight, it was snug against her rear as she got up, she pulled it back down and rushed to her closet where she had set her formal wear for her second day on the job. She turned to run to the bathroom to get herself ready when her mother stopped her.
"Jessica Hiten, you have five minutes to get from here to the station before the last train goes that will arrive before you are late. Just run through the Refresher and get out that door."
Jessica groaned and rushed to put things on, her nipples still slightly erect from her admittedly wonderful sleep, she put on her shirt, long skirt, blazer, and grabbed her favorite ring from the hall dresser before running through the Refresher. Like a zap of electricity, her body tensed just for an instant as the Refresher woke her up, sprayed her with a generic purpose deodorizer, and recharged her undersuit in no time, the undersuit quickly tightening her chest and hiding her protruding points as a bra would.
"Good Morning Jessica," a metallic, feminine voice echoed in her head, R0M-23 was her designated suit AI, and it was either hit or miss with how Jessica got along with it. Jessica grabbed her briefcase and put on her shoes she left at the front door after last night's work and bolted outside, the solid stone maintained as always, the nanobot sprays every week made sure things were up to code.
"Not now Rom," she replied, "I woke up late again." The sound of her heels clacked against the concrete, the large Mag-Station sign flashed a couple blocks ahead of her.
"This would not be a problem, if you would just remember to refresh me before bed, I would wake you up on time."
"Well maybe next time you can schedule a reminder for me to do so before you go to sleep mode then." Jessica retorted, her rush halted by a red pedestrian light.
"I do," Rom quietly stated as it combed her daily bio evaluation of Jessica, "Jessica, how late did you wake up?"
"You woke up a couple minutes after I did, and here we are." Jessica replied back mentally, her arms flopped at her sides as she paced the crosswalk point. Albeit flying vehicles were created, many people still opted for land travel for their own comfort and personal fears.
"I'm detecting increased stress levels from your sacral nerves. Is something the matter?"
"No, I just wanted to use the bathroom before I left because of the late night project I was finishing for the presentation today. I drank way too much coffee last night..." The admitted awareness of her bladder caused her to gently tighten her legs together, "But I'm fine, I'll be on the Mag-Train and then up the elevator and on my floor in no time once I clock in."
"Acceptable." Rom replied, as the crosswalk allowed for her to continue, she sped to the station among others of the late crowd, in the large scheme of things it were best described as ants filing themselves into their own little holes.
The large majestic lightshow of a sign flashed red, indicating the train would be leaving in less than a minute. Jessica clacked her heels against the concrete through the terminal doors and up the stairs, she nearly tripped, but Rom stimulated her arm to catch the railguard at the center. "You do need to be more careful." It reminded.
"Care is for those who wake up on time, Rom." Jessica sighed as she got herself up back to a stand and ran to the train. Which closed merely seconds after she went in.
"Ten seconds to launch, please find a comfortable spot to sit or a place to stand and brace for launch." The terminal announcer said, the generic male voice for any train anywhere.
Jessica looked around as she held her briefcase with one hand, every seat was taken, but it could be worse, she could have missed this. She grabbed one of the rails and held tight.
With a loud and deep resonating boom, the train launched to a fifty mile start in no time, Jessica's small need however, was mildly magnified with the sudden shift in direction, and her legs tightened again, this time more visibly, but not many people could stand during a launch and not need to brace.
"Two stops to Nuevo Grace." The announcer said, Nuevo Grace was her stop, the final stop on this speeding bullet.
Again, from a solid 50-60 miles per hour to zero in less than half a second, the train stopped and Jessica braced once more. The shuffle of feet commenced as people got on and off, and all secretly rushed for the chairs that Jessica wanted. But her with late becoming a recurring theme, got none.
"Ten seconds to launch..." Jessica dulled the voice out of her head with her own thoughts of how the presentation today was going to go, and how for such an early start she is enjoying the limelight on how her idea might help amplify the company's projections for this quarter. Maybe--
The train launched again and Jessica more visibly buckled this time, her bladder was filling still from her digestive system speeding back up to full steam again, there was apparently still coffee in there and she didn't like it.
"One stop to Nuevo Grace."
Once more unto the closed breach, as the contents of her bladder pressed against her walls at the stop of the train again.
"Jessica, are you sure you will be alright? The stress is now at both your sacral and lumbar sections.--"
"Yes Rom, I'll be fine." Jessica interrupted, as a seat cleared from the commotion that she could actually grab. She placed her small rectangular briefcase on her lap and held it in preparation for the next launch to her station.
"Jessica?"
"Yes Rom?"
"I'm detecting other stimuli as well--"
"Initiate Privacy Mode." Jessica interrupted mentally again, and Rom's voice silenced. She looked down at herself for a bit, she couldn't see her bulge, but she could feel it, she pressed her briefcase against herself as she held it tightly for the launch.
This was going to be a long day.
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I didn't want to give everything away in the first part, my favorite thing to do is write suspense in my fiction, but we'll see how suspenseful things get.
A Wet Future 1.doc |
Today's a slow day, so before things get crazy this week for me I figured I'd give the next section, .doc included as before I hope this will make up for anything if I drop off the radar this week.
A Wet Future ~Meeting Anticipation~
Jessica tapped her finger on the top of her briefcase as she waited for her elevator. Big time companies eventually couldn't get new offices without the obnoxious integration of new buildings into their network. So they just built up what they already had, making skyscrapers into atmoscrapers, catchy and tall in one go.
Because of how tall these atmoscrapers were, they changed the elevators so that the down designated elevator and up designated elevator alternated with one another, and fortunately for Jessica she caught the up elevator just in time, she did not want to stand much longer with her bladder in its current state. Several other people joined the elevator with her on the first floor, other lategoers she assumed. To her dismay, every single person who came in had to do something on a different floor, and with her office being on floor 147, this could take a while.
She sighed, her mind not distracted enough from her issues by the faint repetitive elevator music, the twinge in her bladder not going away, "End Privacy Mode," she grudgingly thought, and then continued, "Listen, Rom, can you find me something to keep my mind busy?"
"Yes, Jessica," Rom replied, "But my sensors are really picking up you should stop your attempts and perhaps get off on an earlier floor? I can link to the map database here and direct you to the closest facility."
The elevator door opened and closed as people got off, not too many getting on, the conversation with her AI at least was something rather than reality where her bladder burned for release soon.
"No, no I'll make it, just please, music, something, news..." Her mind trailed as she looked around to grab herself while no one paid any attention to her.
"...Understood." Rom replied, turning Jessica's internal transmitter to a newstation.
"--And with that another planet has fallen, the Sysys really show no sign of regression back to their dormant state. 'You know it's a damn shame that our government's lackeys can't find out what causes these things to tick, yes they're purely mechanical in nature, but there has to be something we can do...'" And lo, Jessica thought.
"The world was much more exciting out there and here I am, holding a small briefcases while wars and discoveries are to be fought and found..." She looked up, still fifty floors to go, at least seven stops if hopefully no one else presses a button.
The news paused with a brief thematic interlude, "This is IUN bringing the latest report in from the disaster on planet GH1214b: 'Yes, Marta here, in the background I have one of the hundreds of holes caused by this strange unknown substance that crashed on the planet today," Jessica's legs tightened slightly, she heard the sounds of running water in the background, "This water delivery planet, meant for using water to terraform normally inhospitable planets, has been practically shut down from the amount of damage the plant has received. We tune in now with a factory worker at the scene." The sounds of rushing water got louder as the worker talked, to the point where Jessica could only hear the free flow blast of water crisp and clear.
A small spurt, "R-rom, off now, turn it off!" Jessica thought to herself, feeling liquid dribble down her leg, the fabric of her undersuit did not absorb anything at all.
"Jessica?"
Her undersuit spasmed at her pubic area slightly, it detected she wanted to go now, but her continued pee holding caused the material to not know if it should open a hole or not. Jessica managed to control herself.
The door opened, and Jessica burst out the door ahead of others, attempting to walk as quick and straight as possible, "Rom, bathroom, now." She ordered.
"Yes right, it should be down to the right at the end of this corridor, you can't miss it."
Jessica continued her adamant walk down the hallway, knowing full well that if she stopped or changed anything she wasn't sure if she could maintain her posture.
That was until a door opened up in front of her path, revealing her boss Chris, she panicked in her mind, but her fear for her own job and respect for the young forward thinker caused her body to freeze up, against her bladder's will which just desired to let go as soon as possible.
Chris noticed her, "Oh, hey Jessica! I was just about to go upstairs to get you myself, got the e-mail then?"
"N-no," Jessica stammered before calming her voice, "I got off here to print off some deliverables for the next project since the toner on my floor is out again." A smooth lie, but usually it's true, her floor was not too kept.
"I keep telling Will to keep some around for some of us office workers to just put in ourselves... Oh well. Well listen, an investor apparently is here who is interested in your current projections, so I moved the meeting to now since he has a flight relatively soon off this planet. You're prepared right now right?"
Jessica's mind screamed no, but her mouth said, "Yes." And she nodded, her bladder knocking at the door as she went into the meeting room, an older face there to greet her.
"Ah, hello," the older woman said, at least in her seventies, "My you're young for the business aren't you? I can't say I'm surprised though, I was a go-getter at your age, too."
Her smile was genuine, and her temperament kind, Jessica wished she could have met this woman in a better predicament, "Why start later?" She jested, the friendly atmosphere helping to keep her bladder at bay. Her mind hoped that another desperation wave would not hit her again as she opened her small briefcase, in it, a tablet that already hooked up to the main projector. She scanned her thumb on it, and proceeded into her presentation.
"As you can see," Jessica pointed to her graph, "The finance documents show that we're clearly in the gray, and while that's the case for a lot of Fortune Five-Thousand companies, let me show you how this is different for us." She turned her body partially to the screen, the bending and stretching of her legs felt good as it alleviated her rising need, "These numbers here not only forecast that we will stay in the gray, but," She pulled up other documents to hover in the slide, "If we follow this strategy," she turned around to gently pace again, "that I have outlined, our numbers will increase exponentially in this upcoming quarter."
She leaned onto the podium to gather her audience's response, and for reasons more apparent to us.
"That's unheard of! Your math must be flawed." One of the other higher-ups said, "There's no way the market has given way to us that easily!"
"The market has, and we must take it, there are at least five galaxies that are open ground for our product, if we don't jump on this, our competitors will." Jessica replied, wishing there was a way to sneakily grab her crotch at a podium, but there wasn't, she paused, this meeting would be going on too long if she didn't word things carefully, "I can give you full confidential documentation, whatever trade secrets we have redacted of course, just so you can have your own number crunchers do the math. But this is solid, and this will take us to the top." By now she had pressed her groin against the wall of the podium on her end, anything to not raise suspicion, she felt the mild humidity between her legs from her spurt, and... She felt something more honeyed too, but she snapped out of those thoughts when the older woman brought up a point.
"If your math is so sound, prove it here and now." She smirked, she was curious as to how this young lady did it.
Jessica withheld a sigh, "Well said," she said aloud, completely contrary to what she thought.
The numbers on her board were not the only numbers on the rise in Rom's databanks. |
I'm procrastinating my assignment today, so you guys get another lucky treat. I also want to apologize, I did not realize that quick responses could not attach files, and I can't edit my previous posts yet, so part 2 will be included in part 3.
A Wet Future ~Breaching Point~
The meeting grew to the point where Jessica had said her piece and everyone talked with one another, she took this opportunity to squeeze herself behind the podium to relieve the heavy desperation she was in right now. The meeting had lasted no less than thirty minutes and those were more lifetimes than she anticipated to have waited to pee.
"Alright Ms. Hiten," one of the higher-up voices ended on, "You have our interest, we'll take copies of your documents and see to it that this strategy gets through."
Jessica beamed, her pride on her face clean of her inner turmoil, "Thank you sir, I'll be sure to continuously update the documents as new information comes through, she bent to bow and unexpectedly another small squirt came out between her legs, her undersuit spasmed between opening and closing again as quickly she bent back up, her legs twisted tightly together behind the podium. She barely could keep a straight face.
"Well then," the old woman said, "This was an exciting meeting and I do look forward to investing in this company, you have a wonderful workforce." She got up and her eyes were locked on Jessica and Jessica knew the intent, a proper handshake and congratulations before setting off.
"Rom..." Jessica begged, "I'm not sure if I can move without breaking soon..." Her own inner thoughts were twisted with her lustful wishes.
"I'll give what aid I can." Rom said, the undersuit tightened to apply and relieve pressure where needed, Jessica felt the new wave of desperation fade out, but the burning need continued as her undersuit felt mildly slick against her,
Jessica came to attention again as she shut her briefcase and held it at waist-level in front of her, in hopes that if there were a wet spot (God willing otherwise) it would be concealed, the position her arms were in helped her to also guide her undersuit where pressure was most needed, Rom was very attentive.
"I do my best." Jessica said, shaking the older woman's hand.
"That shows indeed, now then." She looked to her business compatriots, "Let's get to the space elevator gentlemen." She gathered her things and left with her peers, the group headed out to the Inter-Spatial Travel Point located North of the city. It was a long trip if it weren't for the immaculate infrastructure of the city.
Chris clapped, "Bravo," he couldn't believe how well that went off, that was one of the biggest investors to ever walk into this building, "I can't believe you managed to do it." Before Jessica could react, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, a bit unprofessional, but his pride in his gambit of a girl-for-hire was too strong.
Unfortunately, Jessica's bladder wasn't as strong for the sudden onset of full pressure, Rom did not anticipate the hug and too much pressure hit a sensitive point on Jessica, a longer much more powerful spurt came out, Jessica's eyes widened as she shook slightly, one arm around Chris she patted him on the back to distract him from her sudden movements. A couple spurts more and she managed to stop the flow, there had to be a wet spot now, she could feel it on her skirt. She kept the briefcase where it was.
"I-it's nothing," Jessica quickly put off, "If you'll excuse me though, I need to prepare for my next meeting."
Chris nodded and waved her off happily and unaware as she quickly dashed out of the room, a very obvious wet spot now on the front of her tan skirt.
"Ohgodohgodohgod..." Jessica thought to herself, buckling her knees and clutching her swollen bladder the moment she got out of sight down the hall, the bathroom door was right in front of her, she just had to go in and finally feel sweet relief.
The gentle blue flooring where she stood turned a solid crimson red, Jessica knew immediately what that meant and sobbed quietly, this section of the floor is about to be swept and all personnel needed to clear out for the next ten to fifteen minutes.
These were moments Jessica couldn't afford, she tried to open the bathroom door, but since no one was inside it had already locked.
"Nooooo...." Jessica desperately moaned to herself as her legs buckled again, this time, both her hands were tightly on her crotch, her briefcase dangled between them.
Rom piped in, "Jessica, if you hurry, there is an elevator about to hit this floor, if get to the elevator hall in time, you can catch it to another floor."
"I can barely move Rom..." Jessica replied, "It's so close to bursting out..." There was still that lingering thought in Jessica that wanted this, her undersuit by this point had been keeping a small hole open for her to pee as her legs bounced together.
Rom sealed the hole again, "I'm doing what I can." Rom stated, "You can make it if I expend some of my internal battery to stimulate your nerves. Be aware though that I might not have enough battery to lead you to the bathroom on another floor."
"Okay..." Jessica said, mustering what she could to stand like a lady again.
A quick jolt from her spine and Jessica felt a reaffirming of her legs and bladder, the shock was stronger than she expected as it tingled everything around her waist, she let out a small moan before stifling herself, someone see her any minute and that would spell trouble. She quickly shuffled down the hall, her briefcase still in front of her drying crotch as she turned the corner and pressed the elevator button, Rom was right, the up elevator opened and was thankfully empty.
She stepped in and quickly pressed a floor, any floor above this one, she could feel her bladder reawakening and the ocean within her conjuring its turmoil once more.
"Are you there Rom...?" She thought to herself.
"Yes... What do you need...?"
"I'm ah..." She clutched her groin again, the dam becoming loose, "On floor 98, where's the bathroom?"
"It's..." Rom's voice was quiet in her mind, she could feel the modifications Rom made to her suit beginning to loosen, her relief hole opened once more from the lack of manual override.
"Rom don't do this to me..." Jessica desperately said to herself in a whisper, the door to the floor opened and she sped out, her hands clamped to her crotch without her realizing it.
"Left..." Faded into her mind as she darted left, this was a storage floor so fortunately the only workers were in closed offices from the products they had to deliver to other floors.
Rom's modification to Jessica's upper body became undone as well, this desperate experience has had her nipples very erect, and were almost clearly pointed through her shirt under her blazer, they bounced with less restraint as Jessica attempted to not attract attention to herself. Her heels clacked with every move.
"No, no!" She mentally yelled to herself, her legs tight together, the bathroom was ahead of her. She saw it, her goal, ahead of her, she got herself to a stand again and forced to get her knees to unbuckle.
Spurts were starting to come out once more, her skirt became more decorated with coffee from yesterday. She opened the door, leaving an apparent golden trail behind her, dropped her briefcase to open a stall.
It was occcupied. She closed her eyes tightly as she couldn't contain the flow any more, and she fell to her knees, the sounds of her pee splashed onto her skirt and pooled on the tiled floor.
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And that's the story of Jessica. I'm a fan of writing magical fantasy and dystopic future sci-fi, so expect to see one or the other in my future submissions! As always comments are appreciated and desired!
A Wet Future 3.doc |
"This is Saturday night and I,m not staying home".shari told her sister who also happened to be her roomate",if you want to stay home fine but I'm not".Melony really didn't wish to stay home either,but didn't want to go to a club."I know you want to go to that dance at the lake don't you Shari?"Melony asked trying to persuade Shari into joining her at the festivities taking place out at stoney creek lake. "Not really "came the response that Melony didn't want to hear but took it in stride.'Ok then but I know that Bo is gonna be there with his Jeep."Bo? you mean that big o boy with the chest and huge muscels and Jeans and all that blonde hair and blue eyes ? You mean that Bo"?Shari asked excitedly."Yep thats the one."ok I'm going."Couldn't have guessed."Melony remarked rather smuggly.
Bo stripped the top of the jeep off because it had been a hot day and the night was certainley going to be a warm one as well.Bo drove grain truck for some local farms in and around the county and harvest season had just finished.It was now time to kick back and do some serious beer drinking and dancing and if all went well hook up with one the towns honeys,and it didn't matter which one!
Bo liked girls and they liked him but he couldn't see him self settleling down at 23 years old hell he didn't know if he'd ever consider it,he was just out to have fun and besides he hated drama.Bo was in love once back in high school but it only turned out bad and he vowed never again.It was hi time to get reaquainted with the what they had to offer however and ,that, he was sure would happen tonight.After disrobing the jeep he ran into his house stripped down and proceeded to shower throw down a sandwhich real quick like and out the door he flew as if know one in the world was gonna stop him tonight.
people begin to gather up in the empty just cut wheat field which bordered the lake that was to serve as the festival hot spot for the night.There were several large tents donated by the local national guard armory and a make shift stage where a live band would later be performing rock and row and country hits.Beer kegs bbq and lots of games were all set up for the crowds enjoyment.Young and old alike were present and it appeared there would be something for every age,who wished to participate.Pickups and 4wheelers,jeeps and tractors were quickly filling the makeshift parking area and it appeared that some of the local hot rodders started a little car show off in the corner of the field.
Shari and Melony road together in Sharis'Pontiac Grand Prix.They quickly found a place to park got out and headed for the beer.They both enjoyed drinking ice cold Bud Lites or Wine coolers,but tonight was definately an all beer night.After a couple of cold ones Shari annoouced she had to pee but didn't want to walk over to the portables."I'm gonna hold it for now" she told her younger sister and with that they decided to walk around some more.After several minutes Shari knew she wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer and asked Melony if she had to go yet?She figured that her sister would walk with to the portables and use the bathroom too,but Melony just said she didn't want to go to the bathroom yet and kept walking around.they played a few games and hit the beer troughs a couple more times.Shari was by now getting desperate but didn't want to go with out her sister.Just then Bo walked up and looked directly at Shari,with that look of desire he said" howdy girls want to get some brews"?Before they could answer and before they knew it, they were hot on his heals to get more beer.Shari started drinking hers but knew she couldn't drink it fast because of her predicument,which she did not care to disclose with Bos' ever presence.Shari was wearing tight blue jean shorts cut way high and a white tank top which showed a great deal of cleavege.Her sister was dressed the same except her tank top was red.
After another couple of beers Bo decided it was time to take that ride around the lake.This of course meant through the woods and trails that circled the lake not the paved roads.He asked the two girls to come along and they quickley accepted the invite.They were giggleling and holding hands as they ran towards the jeep which was waiting for them.Bo cried out "hey wait for me" and took off to beat the two there,as he did.Once there they all had to take a minute to catch thier breath before climbing up inside the monsterous beast. Shari had to be helped in but did manage to get into the passenger seat.She had forgotten for the the moment that she had to pee badley and besides she was drunk enough that she didn't care if she peed her shorts.Melony on the other was wishing she had gone with her sister to pee,but she knew it was to late now.Once they were on the way any thought of stopping this joy ride was unthinkable,so she would have to hold it.
Bo was an expert at manuvering the jeep through the trails and did so brilliantly,but he had no mercy for his riders and with every bump and jump and scream of half terror and excileration came the ever inevatable chance someone was about to pee their pants and Melony was first. "Oh my God I'm gonna pee!"she screamed half laughing half crying.Bo just started laughing and whooooing and kept going."I'm gonna make her pee her pants"he shouted out and started jerking the wheel back and forth than started driving in a circle spinning up dust from the huge tires.Melony laughing histerically tried to speak but only could murmur the words "I'm peeing"and as she clenched her legs together her hot piss began pooring into her shorts and all over the back seat of the jeep.Bo had stopped the jeep and peered at Melony who now had her legs open and half attempting to stand up while peeing a solid steady stream of clear liquid onto the seat and floor of jeep.It seemed to go on for an entire minute before she stopped.When she did she looked at Bo and Shari and said "God that felt great"!I have to pee too Melony"Shari said sounding like a two year old little girl and with that through her head back and told Bo she was" sorry but...its to late".She grabbed her crotch and with a loud moan started peeing herself.She let her pee fill her shorts and ass and the seat of the jeep and as she continued to pee it begin to run down the back of her legs and onto the floor.She peed even longer than her sister did and when she finished she said" I needed to do that for a long time and oh yes it felt good to pee".Shari then looked at Bo and said "well Bo your turn".Bo looked at her like she was crazy and said "uh no not me".Come on Bo" Melony said half pleading lets see that big cock of yours wetting those wranglers."Yea Bo Lets see it you might get a surprise if you do it."Oh yea whats that?Bo asked." Us, you get to fuck us both Bo,"how bout that" ?Damn ok I'll do it I've had to piss for an hour anyway".Bo stood up in the jeep and began rubbing his crotch until his pee started escaping him and flooding his jeans.He looked down at himself and gasped,and then said" man that does feel good".When he was finished he looked at the two lovely bodies in front of him Who had already taken off all thier cloths and was now helping him out of his.They had a great time frolicking in the fields in that jeep.......for manys summers to come. |
Spatial Concerns ~Deliveries Delayed~
Eve scanned the surface of the planet from the satellite's position deep in space, the terraforming procedures were going smoothly as the atmosphere of the planet condensed beneath the hovering craft.
The Commander stood by her console that overlooked the bridge, her space suit a sheen gray that reflected the light of the sun distal in the spacescape. She sipped her morning nutrients, the sweet nectar that under a full bottle supplies the drinker everything except water content for a whole day.
Unknown to her, however, her right hand man had a prank in mind this morning. Today is the day they begin draining the ocean tanks from the incoming water Dreadnought ship. Today is also the day that her first mate, lovers when off duty, snuck in some diuretic into her drink, she always had a strong hold on her crew, her fearsome temperament caused wills to bow and backs to bend. Let's see if we can't get her legs to do the same, he thought to himself.
Eve downed another several gulps of the nutrients, the flavor lingered in her mouth before drying it like it eventually does. Not many people actually were able to finish their nutrient bottles in a single day, the Commander however, could probably down more than two if she wasn't warned of nutrient overdosing. She got herself up from the command, pinging the lower team to keep watch and ensure things are on schedule while she went to get water from the small cafeteria quarters. Most of the satellite's space was taken up by engines, comm arrays and other tech storage, what was left was split into common areas and things actual people could use and live in.
The strong woman downed two whole glasses and grabbed a third to go, enough to keep her from needing to leave the deck again for a while, she bet. The octagonal pattern of her suit refracted from the gentle luminescence from the inner lights of the station. The suit form-hugging, but thicker than it looked on the thirty-year old woman.
"Commander, we're getting a message from the deliverers." One of her crew relayed to her, "There may be a change in plans."
Eve made her way into the bridge to find out what was different.
Meanwhile, Dirk, her right hand man, was enacting the second part of the operation, their scheduling for years has shown in their daily habits, there was no weekend or weekday, every day was the same, so much so in fact that Dirk knew that Eve goes to the bathroom at least twice earlier in the day before anyone else goes once much at all. With that, he got into the control room, usually left on autopilot as the nanomachines and other working relays would check to see if anything really went wrong. Using his priority keycard, he accessed the maintenance logs of the nanomachines, which swarm about the station with near reckless abandon. They were located far into the weapons bay, where self-defense measures were located, they were doing general cleaning. He modified their logs to show that all the bathrooms on the ship were overdue for full routine checks. It would take the nanomachines at least 4 hours to get to the bathrooms, let alone do a full check, and because of a bug in the system since it's meant to make the machines go to the next directive closest, the directive gets shut off from personnel without proper credentials. With that, the first-mate pulled out his key and saved the changes; his mind played endless tales of how the Commander would go.
"So the delivery is delayed?" She asked.
"Yes, but not by much, so we can't leave post since their ETA is still only marginally unchanged, they're checking for damage to ensure none of the falling space debris hit them." The comm. man went over, "We'll keep you posted ma'am."
"Very well, back to your station soldier." Eve said, taking a sip from her glass, "We can't have a planet without water. The stuff's too important."
She sat herself back at her own station, she wondered where her first-mate went, he's usually by her side awaiting orders. Another chug from her nutrients, the commander trying to down what she can so she can focus entirely on her work, but her stomach was full and would complain if it had any more.
"Dirk, where are you?" She asked impatiently, "You're not at your station."
"Making sure everything's on time." Dirk replied on the local comm, "And using the bathroom, too."
"Yeah, yeah, well after you're done lollygagging you can get going to the bridge."
She closed the comm and patted the small lump on her stomach from a full meal and got to work, the jumping pixels and dodgy texts were hers to catch and peruse to make sure she caught anything her own crew missed. The beautiful sights of the galaxy lost upon such a busybody.
It took Dirk fifteen minutes to get to the deck, "Sorry," he said, noticeably out of breath, "Forgot to make my journal entry for the day."
"You and your soft side," Eve replied, "When are you going to stop attaching yourself to things?"
Dirk chuckled and said quietly in return, "When you're no longer attached to me."
"Work related activities, helps keep the mind open and the body ready," the blonde woman retorted, "Now do me a favor and get these holo-arrays sent to the light-transfer station, I'm going to check a zoom-in on our current planet."
"Yes ma'am," Dirk said, upset that he wouldn't be around again within the timeframe for the first effects of the diuretic. In a couple of conversations with his buddies in the med-bay he found out that the diuretic was powerful and in a single dose it practically siphons water from the patient in half an hour.
Eve peered into the looking glass on her desk, or rather, a hologram of one, but one all the same. Within it was the cataclysmic stormy activity brewing on the planet. Heat lightning, air rushing through and pushing rocks all about, boulders tumbling from cliffsides, cliffsides tumbling from mountains, it's all chaos without water to absorb some of the blow.
Time passed as Eve analyzed the planet, her data matching up with what was happening. Soon, her bladder walls absorbed the blow of her water, and she felt the need to go. But again, the adamant commander refused, she could hold it until the delivery arrived, besides, it was barely a call for nature. It mostly went straight to voicemail.
Even gently took another swig of water and finished her notes, forwarding it to the science team. Catching her by surprise though, her bladder knocked again, this time a bit more audibly, Eve put a hand between her legs as if to choke out the upcoming complaints. Just in time for Dirk to catch her doing so, a small grin barely withheld from his face.
There were still many hours to go.
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Another small start, I was on the IRC chat and most people were interested in another Sci-Fi, so I brought another! This start is a bit more quiet than the first one, but trust me, it will have just as much of a ride, if not a bit more, than my last work. As always, .doc included and comments appreciated!
Spatial Concerns 1.doc |
Quick day for me, thank goodness, with what little this story has given you guys so far I wanted to continue it ASAP, there are some people who have downloaded my work, those who have feel free to comment, after all, lurkers can't have a say in anything if they don't show up!
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Spatial Concerns ~Two Limits~
"Delivered, Commander," Dirk said, announcing his entrance, "Anything else requested?"
"None as of now, go about the other stations, I need to doublecheck my work here," Eve fibbed, but Dirk agreed and went down to the other stations. As soon as his eyes were focused on the stairs down, Eve grabbed her crotch and pressed it, the diuretic shooting through her system as its due time kicked in.
Eve tried to look over her desk for her work, but the silence was deafening, and the lack of things to grab her attention didn't help her situation. For the few minutes Dirk was away, the commander wriggled in her chair, the sensation clearly not going away and it bothered her that she would need to leave her station before they got contact again from the water delivery.
She sighed to herself, Dirk turned about to head back up the stairs. She pulled her hand back again, her legs pressed together as tightly as they could, "Well?" She said, her voice stern and commanding.
"The delivery will be warping in less than five minutes, we should allocate the proper crew to meet them in the Linking Bay." Dirk said, leaning over the desk to change the projected screen indicating a timer, and to get a glimpse of his work in progress.
"Yes, we should," Eve said, "Can you round them up?"
"Me?" Dirk said, "You usually handle these sorts of things."
"Is that insubordination?" Eve retorted, annoyed.
"No ma'am, you just tend to prefer to be in charge," He replied without hesitation and then added, "Is everything well Commander? You usually finish your nutrients by now..."
He was right, she thought to herself, it would be apparent to the others that something was amiss if she didn't act herself and the very concept of that bothered her. Her body will not override her position as a commander.
She downed a massive swig of her nutrients, the near empty bottle slammed onto the desk, "Everything's fine, now let's move." She said adamantly once again standing up Dirk's eyes couldn't help but catch a glimpse of a faint bulge on her body-formed suit.
Dirk quickly put his eyes at attention, "Yes ma'am."
The two moved down the steps, Eve leading the way, the steps she could feel jostle her insides, and the nutrients and water she could still feel sloshing about in her stomach.
After going down the stairs, Eve turned her attention to the engineer crew, all at their desks, eyes focused on her, "We move to the Linking Bay, we have only a few minutes before the Dreadnought arrives. Move people, move." Her arms motioned for the crew to move, and they obeyed, grabbing whatever devices they needed as they headed for the elevator.
Dirk and Eve made their way up the stairs, upwards on the stairs felt a lot worse for the woman as every time her legs thrusted up, the torrent in her bladder shifted left and right, the discomfort rose.
She let out a sigh from one misstep as she grasped the railing, her bladder pulsed, "Go ahead of me Dirk, I need to check one thing at my command post and the team can't afford to be late or dilly-dallying."
"Yes ma'am," Dirk said without any attempts at word play, he didn't want her angry albeit he didn't want to miss the show that was bound to happen sooner or later. He left for the elevator down the hall.
Eve maintained a straight posture as she turned to her desk hidden to the left of the doorway and she doubled over, her bladder was starting to fill dangerously fast, a quick trip to the bathroom didn't sound that bad now so she can get back to focusing on her work. She bounced on her boots for a bit as she grabbed her groin again, the pressure alleviating and it felt wonderful, she let out another sigh, a bit audible as she wriggled her hand between her legs.
"Commander?" Dirk's voice interrupted her moment of personal serenity, he actually had turned about the moment he went out of sight, but never intended to feast his eyes on his work so well.
Eve straightened herself and reluctantly grabbed her bottle on her desk to appear like she was doing something, "Yes officer?" She replied, closing her eyes to not bear witness that she was indulging in the remnants of her liquid, her legs begged to press together but she was not that far gone yet.
"I was going to ask if you could bring a Comm Tablet, I left mine in my quarters and the crew is waiting for us on the elevator."
Damn her attentive measures, her crew's obedience was flawless, but that would mean she would need to stop them to use the facilities. This woman was too prideful for her own good as she bottled up her need once more. "Very well," she took the tablet and followed her officer to the elevator where her crew waited.
The two stepped onto the lift as electromagnetic gates sealed it shut and went downwards. The shift in motion had a strange effect on Eve's bladder, almost alleviating as the pressure was lifted from her gates.
A hard stop as they reached the Linking Bay, the Commander, in front of most of her crew, visibly buckled her legs partially as a small stream of urine started, stopping it as soon as she could, she felt the wetness of what she just did dribble seep into her suit, she had no time to check for a wet spot as she brought herself to full attention again, her bladder bounced inside her from the quick shift and burned for release.
Dirk thought about asking if she was okay again, but he'd rather watch his work quietly as the gates opened and the group walked out, the Commander holding her tablet against her crotch, blocking any proof he had that her walls were collapsing.
A loud bang echoed in the distance, the Dreadnought had finished porting through the warp, and would be linking in less than a minute.
"Are you ready to watch the waterworks?" Dirk jokingly asked the crew, who generally nodded and chuckled, adding water to a planet via terraforming came in many ways, but for the severely dry planets, it was usually poured like a massive waterfall, where most of it evaporated upon entry allowing for heavy storm rains, the rest of it impacted deeply on the planet at point of arrival. The mere thought of that rumbled the Commander's insides, another wave of need ran over her. Another bathroom in the station would probably be by the arrival platform, but the crew would be there still.
She sighed, and shifted as the massive Dreadnought came adjacent to the station, another spurt was rolling about inside her, and the rest of it, too.
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There we go, apologies for the lack of entertainment in the first part, the third part will probably happen Thursday night/Friday night!
Spatial Concerns 2.doc |
Spatial Concerns ~Internal Affairs~
As the massive Dreadnought linked with the station, the engineer crew went to their stations to ensure power was diverted properly and all systems were functional on account of both vessels. The commander stood with Dirk to ensure all measures were in place, impatiently she tapped one of her boots. The giant vessel's outer lining was as gray as Eve's suit, and both of which were filled to the brim with liquids.
"Science team, are the numbers looking fine?" Eve asked through her comm.
"Yes ma'am," one of them responded, "The delivery is as good as golden to let loose, all we need is to aim it right and proper at the drainage point!"
This constant talk of running liquids was really starting to get to the commander, she subtly shifted her legs tighter, resisting the urge to bend her knees, she let out a small sigh and replied, "Forward me the data screen for reference.""Can do!"
The tablet blinked twice as new data got forwarded to it, in small holograms several tables and charts popped up, indicating winds, barometric pressures and due time for several planet activities.
Eve looked over the data and offered it to Dirk, "I'm going to be right back," she said, her bladder throbbing as she felt her control begin to shiver again, another wave was on the rise and she could feel her bulge pressing against her suit immensely. As she handed Dirk the tablet she began to walk to the opposite end of the arrival platform where the facilities were, Dirk spoke up.
"Commander the link is complete and we're preparing for aiming, are you sure you shouldn't be available in case a change of plans is needed?"
"Everything seems to be going according to regulations Dirk, just make sure the numbers are--" Eve's response was interrupted with a comm response from the engineering team.
"Commander, apparently their warp was to avoid further damage from the spacestorm, they have some repairs that need done before we can proceed!"
Eve withheld a gasp, her limits were definitely being tested and the thoughts of further delay were having a negative effect on how much longer she had, her legs were so tight that the air may as well have been diamonds, she needed to go, and her adamancy waned, this was an emergency.
"Understood, prepare a bridge to board..." Eve turned off her comm and watched as people closer to the edge of the platform began to mobilize, she turned to Dirk, "Dirk, I'm going to need you to split the teams properly to make sure this goes off without a hitch since the sooner we're done with this, the safer since we're slowly approaching a not-so-optimal point--" She caught her breath and slightly buckled her knees before continuing, her pee slamming against her bladder's barricades ferociously, her voice slightly sped up, "Can you do that...?"
"Sure Commander, is everything well?"
"Y-yes, I'm just going to be right back," she replied, beginning to walk hastily to her initial destination.
"Be sure to be back as soon as possible, just to make sure!" Dirk called back, Eve took it to mind but didn't look back.
She could feel the contents between her legs jostle and shake, like she had ingested a water-balloon and it was close to popping all into her suit, she was doing everything she could to stop herself from bending over and rubbing her swollen bladder.
Eve rushed to the off-shoot hallway at the other edge of the platform that led to the bathrooms, as soon as the hallway hatch to the platform closed behind her she let all decency go and shoved her hands into her whining crotch, her knees buckled and she wobbled down the hall with pressed legs. Relief would come soon, she kept telling herself.
She turned the corner to the women's bathroom to find it refused to open, a small light indicator higher up on the door flashed, Eve grimaced as she pulled herself up from her needy position to see what the indicator said:
"Bathroom shut down for 3 more hours."
The sight of the time sent a shiver down her spine and Eve leaked again, the stream picked up steam as she quickly shrunk down to her hunched over state, her golden river definitely darkening the crotch of her suit, and dribbled a bit down her leg, before it stopped. Her suit was only partially absorptive though, as several drops pittered on the ground.
Eve let out a moan, her bladder quivered as she tried to stop the flow, and two more spurts came out, clearly and quickly the vacated space in her bladder filled again though, the diuretic from her other gulps quite clearly not done. Several more drips and eventually she managed to halt it again, her breath quickened as she attempted to regain her composure, she is a grown woman in charge of this station, she will not pee herself here. She continued to try and think herself out of this desperate situation, three hours will be nothing to her, she will get herself back together and get on board that Dreadnought.
Several more minutes passed as Eve managed to pull herself back up by sliding up the wall, she leaned against it, quietly panting, her legs were still tight together.
"Commander do you copy?" Dirk's voice went over comm. The sudden snap back to reality pulled Eve mildly out of her desperate rut.
"Yes Dirk?" She replied, trying to keep her responses short while she caught her breath.
"There are a few issues here and we need directives for how to approach them."
"Understood... On my way now." Eve responded, closing the commlink, she put one arm up against the wall and got herself going again, with no tablet to cover her crotch she just had to hope that no one would notice the mild dark spot between her legs and partially below her cheeks before it dried. The platform was mostly empty, one or two engineers stayed behind to ensure the link and bridge were maintained, Eve gently rubbed her bulge, anything to prevent the need to double-over again soon.
Eve made her way up the bridge, again the steps upwards pushed her pressure around left and right, but she kept calm, her quiet breath the only indicator that she was desperate. Inside the Dreadnought she heard voices and a static-like sound down the hall, Eve brought up her commlink and used it to locate the position of her crew, merely down the hall and to the right. She headed down that way, looking at the signs that indicated that was where the reservoir tanks were. She turned the corner and came to a stop as her eyes widened, her crew was there and several members from the Dreadnought itself, several leaks were pouring from the tanks, water splashing and soaking everything beneath the catwalk her and the crew were on.
"There you are Commander," Dirk said, "The crew was about to go down without you, the Dreadnought's crew patched the hull damage, but their supplies are low and we don't have the proper tools, what are your orders?"
Eve's peehole twinged and twitched, the sounds of spraying and tinkling water echoed around her, she held her hand out for her tablet back from Dirk. He handed to her and she twisted her body to face the tablet at an angle, in an attempt to both look in thought and to apply pressure to her weakened water-gates.
"Well... ah..." Eve started, but her body groaned, her sore bladder had not much patience left, "We could..." The pressure returned full force again, Eve twisted herself further and with her back to the crew stuffed her hand into her crotch, not very stealthily either.
"...Commander?" Dirk started.
A couple more spurts, Eve couldn't maintain a straight face as she bit her lip, "If we get some... Nnnh..."
Dirk said no more and watched his plan's fruits take over.
Eve moaned gently, "I-it's nothing," she said, as the dark spot between her legs grew, her knees buckled as her gates crashed open, the spurts turned into a full-force stream as Eve more audibly whined and moaned, "Nothing a-aah-t ahh...." Her suit dampened and spread her stream all over her legs, the drops joining the sprays of water down below. She couldn't stop it, it felt too good and it came on too fast, her bladder emptied in front of everyone, her face incredibly red from all forms of embarrassment.
Their project wasn't even over.
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And that's the end of this short story! It was a longer ending, but I hope you enjoyed it, later this weekend I'm going to be moving over all of my work (and future work!) to the full fiction section on the website, so keep tuned for me there! As always a .doc is provided and commentary is appreciated!
Spatial Concerns 3.doc |
So, I write erotic fiction a lot, and I generally put pee in it because, well, that's my biggest fetish. So, this was a story I wrote a while ago, based on the song "The Lazy Song" by Bruno Mars; it doesn't have Bruno Mars in it, but it references the song and follows some of the events in the song (throw my hand in my pants, strut in my birthday suit, meet a really nice girl, have some really nice sex). I wrote two versions of this, because the first time, I wanted to appeal to an audience that might not enjoy my fetish, but then I just thought it was too hot to be without it, so I wrote it with the pee in it. Although this story does have a straight couple, it focuses more of the guy, because, well, I'm gay. I hope you enjoy it. :)
Today, I don't feel like doing anything.
It's 11 o'clock on Saturday morning, in the middle of July, I thought to myself as I rolled out of bed. Today is going to be my do-nothing day. I stood up and looked down at the huge tent formed in my Red Wings pajama pants. Well, my do almost nothing day.
I quickly checked my bedroom door to make sure it was locked, then made sure the blinds were closed, and tore off my shirt, throwing it onto the mountain of dirty clothes in my room. I'll get it tomorrow. Today's my lazy day. I rubbed up and down my slightly squishy chest. I had started working out, so I had some muscle mass, but I still had a bit of fat on me. Hopping on my bed, I ripped my pajama pants off, revealing Kevin Jr., reaching seven inches long and four in diameter, well above average for a seventeen year old boy. One of my favorite things to do was stroke my long, thick meat, and today was no exception. It felt extremely good, today, for some reason. Each stroke sent dozens of tingles from the head of my cock to my brain.
Who would I jack off to today? There were a whole bunch of hot girls that I could imagine naked. I let out a low grunt of pleasure as I imagined one of the girls from school. "Oh, yeah," I moaned, as she took her top of, leaving her in a skirt and a bra. "Damn, Jessie, take it off." She winked at me and slowly unsnapped her bra, and her large, plump breasts plopped out. I jerked up and twitched with pleasure as she slowly pulled her skirt and panties down over her ankles. "Fuck," I moaned, as I imagined her clit, and pictured myself there, squeezing her beautiful breasts and pushing my larger-than-average member into her tight pussy.
"Ohh, Kevin," she moaned in my mind. "Your cock is so big." I tightened my grip with my right hand and started playing with the brown hair on my balls. It'd been a few days since I'd had a good crank, so they were pretty full, and I was ready to spew my juice all over my chest. I pounded Jessie in my mind, and every time I pushed my cock deeper into her, she'd scream a little. It fueled my sexual desire. I clenched my teeth. It felt so amazing. I tightened my grip even more, and imagined my hand was her tight pussy. My precum lubed my cock and so my hand glided up and down. I started thrusting into my hand, and moaning out her name. I was so close. I was gonna cum.
But at the last second, a new image popped into my mind. I saw Liz, one of the girls at my school. I don't know why I thought of her, but it set me over the edge. I shot a blast of cum all the way up my chest and hit my face. It hit my eye, which was uncomfortable, and it also splashed on my lip. I was curious. What did cum taste like? Did wondering about that make me gay? I decided to try it, and I licked my lips. The taste was salty and bitter, but it wasn't that bad. Did LIKING the taste make me gay?
I put the thoughts behind me and grabbed a Kleenex to clean up. I wiped the jizz out of my eye, but my vision was still kinda hazy, so I walked over to my bathroom and splashed some water on my face. Food. I thought. I checked the clock. noon. Mom and dad were at work, so I could strut around the house in my birthday suit the whole day. I opened my door and slowly went down the hall, just in case they weren't gone, and when I was finally sure I was alone, I eased up, and went into the kitchen for breakfast.
I poured myself a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice, and chowed down. I was done in a few minutes. (My stomach is a bottomless pit.) After I belched and wiped up the mess I made, I scratched my stomach and headed into the living room and plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.
By about 1 o'clock, I got bored of watching television. Coincidentally and fortunately, that was the same time my phone rang. It was Liz, one of the cute girls at my school. I picked up the phone and answered with a "Hey, Liz, what's up?"
"Not much," she replied. "I was just bored. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today."
"Well, sure, but I'd have to get dressed first."
She giggled. "Still in your pajamas?"
"Not quite."
"Ohh," you could almost hear her winking. "Well, in that case, I'll just come over. No need to doll yourself up for me."
My face lit up, and so did Little Kevin's. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"Mmmmmhmmmm," she said slowly and quietly into the phone. Little Kevin stood up. Lizgiggled. "I'll be over in a few minutes."
"I'll be here."
She hung up, and it was then that I realized how disgusting I was. My breath stunk, I hadn't shaved, and worst of all, I still had cum all over my chest. I turned on the shower and hopped in lickety-split. I soaped up the washcloth and quickly ran it over my entire body. I rinsed off and went to brush my teeth. I quickly churned the toothbrush around my mouth, brushed it across my tongue, and finally rinsed with a bit on mouthwash. I splashed water onmy face and dried myself off to go meet Liz when she arrived.
I went to the door and looked through the peephole, making sure it was Liz. It was, so I opened the door, revealing my naked self for her to see. "Hey, Liz," I said, trying to sound sexy. It apparently didn't work, because she giggled.
"Hey, Kevin," she said. Her eyes immediately dropped to my crotch, and instantaneously grew wide. "Whoa."
I grinned. "What's wrong?"
"It's...so huge..."
I raised my eyebrows. "Is it now?"
She'd lost her cool. Amazing how a dick can do that to you. Liz instantly blushed and looked back at my face, then blushed harder and looked down at her feet, then back at my cock. She was amazed. I didn't know why. I mean, it was only seven inches long and four around.
Okay, so I was hung. Big deal.
Liz dropped to her knees and fondled by not-so-little guy. It started to grow hard, which made her eyes get even wider. "Holy fuck." I just grinned. She stroked my cut cock back and forth, gently. That was when I made my first mistake.
I let out a moan.
"Aww, yeah, baby. Don't stop."
And that was her cue to know that she was in control now. She did exactly what I told her not to do. She stopped. She stood up, looked me straight in the eye, and kissed me. Then she took my hand and led me to my bedroom. She pushed me onto the bed. I lay on the bed, my cock aching for attention and my legs dangling over the side. She knelt down again, but she didn't play with my cock; this time she played with the hair on my leg. She pulled on a hair. "Yowch!" I screamed. That hurt, but oh, it felt so good. She continued to pull on my hair, sending tingles of pain and pleasure throughout my body. By second nature, my hand went straight to my cock, and I moaned as I stroked myself and she tugged on my leg hair. "Ohhh, baby, don't stop. That feels amazing. It hurts so good."
I was not very good and moaning seductively.
Liz slapped my hand away from my cock. "I am the only one allowed to pleasure you." she said. She was such a dominatrix and I loved it.
But it wasn't until then that I realized how badly I had to pee. Every morning, I usually wake up and take my morning pee, leaving me standing there for a good five minutes at the toilet. But today, I decided to jack off instead, and when I jack off, I generally have to pee afterwards, so the pressure in my bladder had increased only from that. I have a pretty strong bladder, so I didn't see the need to go at the time, and went and had some breakfast. Did I mention orange juice goes RIGHT through me? So now I had over a day's worth of pee inside me, begging for a release, and a hot girl over to fuck who will probably not let me go anyway. But if I didn't get release soon...
I tried to stand up. "Liz, I..." but she pushed me back down and continued to pull on my leg hair, which really wasn't helping the bladder spasm. "You're not going anywhere, big boy." I grimaced and whined, which only furthered her sexual desire. She planted a kiss on my knee and made her way up to my dick, spasming from the pain of my aching bladder. She kissed the shaft and I almost lost it. Then she grabbed it with her right hand really tightly and I screamed. "Yeah, baby, you're gonna love this." She winked at me as she started to take her pants off with her left hand. Finally she was naked from the waist down, and her hand never left my cock.
Without releasing her grip, she climbed up on the bed and sat at the tip of my cock, rubbing her clit on my head, teasing me. I nearly lost it again, and let out a moan of pain, which Liz must have received as a moan of pleasure, because she slowly sat down on my dick, it pulsing inside her with both twitches of pleasure and longing for a release. She moaned and pushed further down on my dick. I penetrated her pussy, leaving her screaming from my size. She went further and further down on my dick, until she'd swallowed the whole thing with her pussy.
By now I was extremely desperate. If I didn't get to the bathroom immediately, I would end up peeing inside of Liz, and that would be embarrassing, to say the least. I moaned again in desperation, tears streaming down my face. "Liz, I really need you to get off of me for a minute..." I begged. "Are ya kiddin'?" She said, moaning and panting as she slowly rose off my dick and sat back down on it again. "I'm havin' the time of my life here! Aren't you?"
Well, I kind of was. The pressure in my bladder was fueling my dick, keeping it harder than ever before. It kind of felt good, but it hurt just the same, and I wanted to get rid of it. Liz started riding my dick faster, and I squirmed to keep my bladder under control. "What's wrong, Kevin? Why are you so squirmy?"
"Cuz," I murmured. "I..." The pressure in my bladder was too much. "Unf...really..." I couldn't hold it any longer. I felt it getting closer to escaping. "Nng, gotta..." Here it comes. "PEE!" With that, my muscles failed, and I let loose a strong jet of pee into Liz's cunt. I struggled to keep it under control, but to no avail. I was now wetting furiously into her vagina, and I couldn't do anything about it. Liz let out a confused but excited mewl, and suddenly I felt empowered. Still wetting ferociously inside of her, I rolled around so that I was on top now. Without my stream even wavering, I proceeded to powerfully pound her pussy, peeing inside her the entire time. My thrusts got steadily faster, and her moans got steadily louder and higher and more intense. My pee was now flooding out of her, and my stream was still going strong. It didn't stop for at least five minutes. I guess that's what you get when you don't go for a day and a half.
My god, it felt amazing to be fucking her while I peed. Mixed with the pleasure of the relief and the pleasure from the sex, it was easily the best thing I have ever felt in my life. Finally, my stream started to waiver, as did the steady rhythm in both my thrusting and her moaning, and I knew we were both reaching our climax. "Ahhh, Kevin!" she screamed. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Me, too, babe!" I pulled out just as I shot six thick streams of hot juicy cum all over her chest. My pee was still flooding out of her pussy, mixed with her own orgasmic juices. Exhausted, I collapsed next to her, laying down in a pool of my pee. Both panting heavily, she planted a kiss on my cheek. "Wow, this was great." |
Here's another story I wrote. I hope you enjoy it.
Seven innings into the game, I scolded myself for not using the bathroom beforehand. "I have a strong bladder," I told myself. "I don't need to go." Boy, was I wrong. By the bottom of the second, I'd started to feel a little tingle in my lower abdomen; nothing I couldn't handle. By the top of fifth, I'd started to squirm a little bit in my uniform. It was now the top of the seventh, and I was desperate.
"Just a little longer, Tony," I encouraged myself. "Just two more innings and you're home free." Standing by second base, my squirms of discomfort seemed only like I was ready to pounce on the opposing team. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like this inning would be ending any time soon. Nobody was scoring; nobody was getting out. The batters kept hitting foul balls, and when they finally hit the ball to the outfield, none of our guys were catching it. I was about to shout at them to get their heads in the game, but I really couldn't complain, seeing as my head was down my pants right now.
"Ohh, man," I groaned. I started to grip my crotch with my free hand, but moved it away quickly; I didn't want anyone to notice my desperation.
The other team was still hitting foul ball after foul ball (neither of our teams were entirely that great). It was about half an hour before they finally were on their second out. By this time, my bladder was really starting to spazz. I was afraid if I didn't get to the bathroom soon, I'd wet myself. I could not let that happen. I was 15 years old. I did not wet myself anymore. But, ohhh, the pressure in my bladder kept increasing.
Finally the last batter had struck out. Our team dragged ourselves to the dugout. I was finally about to dash to the restroom real quick when the coach called "Tony, you're up to bat!" Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I didn't think I'd be able to handle batting. I grabbed a bat and went up to home plate. My batting stance was a little different than usually; rather than standing in the position easiest for me to hit the ball, I stood in the position easiest on my bladder. The pitcher tossed a curve ball, and it's a swing and a miss! "Strike one!" the umpire called.
My bladder was begging for release. The strain was visible on my face. I swung at the ball again, and this time, when I did, I felt a jet of warm pee escape into my cup. "Nonononono," I muttered to myself. "Strike two!" the ump called.
I looked down to assess the damage. Only a small wet spot was visible; nobody would really be able to notice. But I don't think I could handle any more. But I couldn't just give up. If I got one more strike, I was out, and maybe I'd be able to dash to the restroom. The ball was pitched, and I swung one last time, feeling another jet escape from my crotch. It took me a fraction of a second to realize two things at once: I had hit the ball, and I was now wetting myself. Ignoring the second one, I dashed to first base, pee streaming violently out of my dick, spreading a warm wetness all over my uniform pants. Urine trickled out of the pant leg, spraying the dirt with a warm, wet, yellow liquid. I slid into first base, heard the ump shout, "SAFE!" and finally let the look of relief appear on my face as I stood up, and finished wetting myself.
The first baseman snickered at my predicament. "Hey," I turned and scolded him. "Let's see you drink 2 Monsters before the game and not have the same thing happen to you." He snorted again, but smiled at me. "It's okay," he said. "Sorry for laughing at you. Name's Ryan."
"Tony," I responded. It was then I noticed his cup bugle was a little larger than the rest of ours. My eyes widened. "Are you...hard?"
Ryan blushed and nodded. "I just saw a hot guy wet himself. How could I not be?"
Now my face was turning red. Hot? Well, that was a compliment, right? "Well, maybe we should hang out after the game?" I winked at him. What was I doing? I wasn't gay. But standing there in my pee-soaked baseball pants, I couldn't help but sport a hard-on of my own.
"Sure," Ryan beamed. Then the next batter hit the ball, and our conversation was cut short. "After game," I said quickly before running to the second base. "Behind the bathrooms." Ryan nodded before looking to the air to catch the ball.
Without the aching desperation of my bladder, the rest of the game went by smoothly and quickly. We lost, but it was still a fun game. My teammates taunted me to no end about wetting myself on the field, but I responded with, "Hey, I coulda left you guys at any moment and ran to the bathroom, but no! I decided to be a team player and stick it out on the field, even if it meant peeing myself." I ignored their snickering, and broke off from the mass of people to go meet Ryan behind the bathrooms.
There he was, standing about as tall as me (I was 5'10"), with short brown hair, matted down from the baseball cap. He looked pretty in shape, being a baseball player and all. And when he saw me, he beamed a giant grin. "Hey," I said.
"Hey," he said back shyly.
"So, uh...I've never really done anything with a guy before," I confessed. "What did you wanna do?"
Ryan shrugged. "I dunno. But first things first; I have to pee."
"Bathroom's right there," I gestured.
Ryan chuckled. "I'm not going to use the bathroom." He winked at me.
And then I stood by as Ryan pissed himself right in front of me.
It started as a small wet spot right at the spot where his cup bulge was formed. Then is spread further out through his pants, down his leg, a yelled stream trickling out his pant leg. I stood there, mouth agape, as my member stood up and pushed itself out of the cup. "Wow," I said. Ryan blushed. "That was hot," I said.
Ryan smiled. "Thanks."
We stood there for a second as I stared at his crotch, soaked thoroughly with pee. The next thing I need, Ryan's hands were around my waist and his tongue was in my mouth.
He wasn't so shy now.
I melted into the kiss. My first kiss ever, and it was with a guy I'd just met at a baseball game. Did I even like guys? Until now, I'd never really thought about it. I wrapped my arms around Ryan and collapsed onto the ground, with him on top of me.
It was starting to get dark, most of the spectators had gone home. The teams were still chit-chatting with each other and the parents. Soon mine would come looking for me.
Ryan tore off my pants, stripping off my cup, and my boner sprung straight up. He gently ran his hands down the shaft, still slightly damp from my accident. I shuddered. Bringing it out here brought a rush of cold to it, since it was still kind of wet. The cold died away, though, the moment Ryan put his mouth over it.
"Mmmm," he moaned. He bobbed his head a couple times and then released my dick. "I can still taste the pee." He put his head back on my dick and sucked it until I was about to cum. Feeling my climax building, Ryan pulled his head off my dick. He lay down next to me as we waited for my orgasm to recede. Then he pulled down his own pants, and his rock hard dick sprung straight out to perfect attention. It was bigger than mine by a couple inches, and uncut, which I wasn't used to. I had seen uncut before in the health videos they showed us in school and online, but never in real life.
I really wanted to touch it for some reason.
I reached over and stroked it a couple of times, and the foreskin moved in a way I wasn't used to. I smiled. "This is cool," I giggled as I played with his foreskin. Ryan moaned.
Then Ryan pulled my hand away from his dick, and he kicked off his shoes, pulling his pants over his ankles. He climbed back on top of me and pulled me into a kiss. Our dicks rubbed together and it felt amazing, sending jolts of electricity through my entire body. Then Ryan turned around, and his ass cheeks rubbed my dick. With a look of shock, I asked, "You...want me to...?"
"Uh huh," Ryan said. Eyes widened, heart racing, throat dry, I slowly guided my cock into his ass. "Ohhh yesss!" He moaned, and screamed in pain right after. "Damn, Tony! You're so huge! Bigger than anyone I've ever taken before!"
Suddenly I was a bit scared. How many people had he taken before? What if he'd caught something. "Don't worry," he said, as if reading my thoughts. "I'm clean. You're the first time I haven't used a condom."
That made me feel a little bit better. I eventually just melted into the ecstasy. Ryan was riding my dick, so I didn't even need to bother thrusting. I just lay back as thousands of jolts of pleasure were sent rippling through my body, each stronger than the last until...
"Ryan," I moaned, "I'm gonna..."
Ryan hopped of my ass just as I blew my load, with a loud grunt, as my cum flew up in the air and landed on my shirt. Ryan pulled back his foreskin and jerked off over me until his blew his load as well.
Ryan lay down next to, both of us breathing heavily. He kissed me on the cheek and I blushed. "I gotta pee again." |
Dismissing the fact that his back side was getting relatively numb was proving a most irritatingly impossible job,
after all a wooden stool is not the most comfortable of seats. Even a five minute sit on such a hard seat would earn
you a sour behind, so try a whole hour and see what happens. But of course this happened a lot to Tails, most of the
time he was sat at a desk tinkering much like now. The loud clashing of metals, the occasional whooshes of drills
and clangs of metal echoed throughout the shed. There was a pause, a slurp of liquid, back to work. More clunks and
clicks, a quick flash of sparks. Pause, slurp, work. The desk was chared and dirty with chunks of metal, wires and
screws scattered atop its surface. Another slurp, and for the fifth time that day Tails sent the soda can home with
a perfect shot into the trash. Then there was stillness.
"Finished! Just wait till Sonic sees this one!"
The stool fell to the ground, now redundant after serving its purpose, like a pawn in a game of chess.
"Hmmm, where is he? Sonic!"
Tails wiped the dust off of his denim shorts and began to briskly walk toward the shed door and outwards, his
trainers skidding across the floor as he went. The sun was harsh outside but the wind whooped and cooled against
Tails' heated skin, thirty degrees centigrade. The summer days were always a little hotter when you had fur on top
of flesh to think about, wind was a most welcomed pleasantry. The flapping sleeves of Tails' hooded jumper flailed
from the relentlessness of the wind, it's red now faded to a dulled crimson from the sheds dust.
"Sonic? Sooooonic!"
The breeze quietened for an empty moment and then blue mist, a whirlwind of it, leaving everything in its path
wobbling with force.
"Hey! Sonic, over here."
And with no recoil or stopping momentum it slowed to a hault a feet away from Tails.
"Hey bud! Finally, I thought I'd never see you out of that shed again. So, what you make?"
Tails did not have a chance to answer, Sonic had begun to pat his clothes down to rid them of dust. He nodded in
thanks.
"W-well, it's kind of hard to explain... at first it was going to be a computer upgrade for the tornado, then it
kinda turned into a..."
Sonic stopped him, placing his hand on Tails' shoulder
"Just tell me what it is now."
Tails faltered into a stutter, having been kicked out of engrossment.
"Wha.... Oh, right."
He wiped the back of his neck.
"Anyway, I tinkered on for an hour and, oh yeah I kinda drank the last of your sodas, and it turned into this."
Tails relinquished his grip of the metallic item in his left hand, it fell into the flat that was his palm.
"Y-you drank my sodas?"
Sonic looked as though nothing could have shocked him more, HIS sodas, gone. This is an outrage.
"I specifically saved those for..."
He had began, but was stopped the shiny glimmer of chrome in Tails' gloved hand.
"Go ahead, pick it up."
Sonic pulled his hand free from his jeans pocket, there was a hesitation in its grabbing motion, unintentional, and
then he grasped it. Surprisingly heavy, like it was solid gold, yet it look as though if you stamped on it there
would be no more solid metal ball. A this moment of admiration then the questioning began.
"W-what is it?"
Tails gave a glee filled smile.
"This is a deflector shield, you see originally it was going to be for the tornado but then I kinda made it a little
small and then I thought, it could be something you could run with, with, dodging bullets will be a thing of the
past. I programmed it so that when you grip it really tightly and hit super fast speeds it'll boot up instantly...
So, what so you think?"
Sonic looked from the ball to his beaming friend and began to ruffle his hair playfully.
"It's great, but can it really deflect bullets?"
Tails stepped out of the hedgehogs friendly gesture and straightened his hair back.
"Well, not really, this is only a prototype sadly."
He licked his hand and gelled his hair back with the saliva.
"It could possibly cover you from one, maybe two bullets? There's just not enough juice, I'm going to need to
invest a lot of time into this baby."
A determined look shone in his eyes, he was going to get this to work, now that he had already had the idea.
"Well good luck bud, this will come in handy some day in an emergency."
Five sodas, that's 1650 milliliters of caffeinated liquid, caffeine being the well known diuretic that it is will
increase the amounts liquid transported to the bladder, which leaves you more liable to dehydration. Unfortunately
for Tails he had ingested the earlier specified amount and the need for a pit stop hit him faster than you can say...
"I need to pee."
He surprised at his own utterance.
"What was that?"
"Oh, uh, nothing, just talking to myself... Look at us standing out side like a couple of lemons, let's go inside."
Lemons are also a rather strong diuretic.
"Sure thing race ya back to the house!"
The blue mist was back, then gone. Twenty yards in under a second just outside the house. Tails chuckled and took a
laid back meander to the back door.
"Too slow my two tailed protege."
Tails slid the door open with smooth dexterity, it thumped into the stopper that blocked its path towards chipping
the wall work. A dull sting from within, Tails did not know he had to go this badly what with all the excitement of
showing Sonic his new invention... ('Bathroom please.') Tails quickened his pace.
The texture of the carpeted floor in the living room contrasted greatly with the paving stoned back-garden under
Tails' sneakers, the squeaking from his rubber soles stopped immediately. An extended arm held the door open for
Sonic as he stepped smoothly through.
"Hey Tails you want to watch some T.V?"
Sonic had already grabbed the television remote and pointed it toward the screen, it came to life with a flash.
"Uh, not right now, I have to..."
"What's the matter? You're acting so weird, has something happened?"
Tails' bladder was still collecting urine, it was starting to get rather painful to stand still. He began to fidget
without taking notice tapping his left foot and rubbing the back of his neck, all the nervous energy and minor
desperation was slowly eating away at him.
"N-nothing's wrong I just have to..."
Tails blushed slightly.
"Take care of business."
He prayed that even a blunt mind like Sonics could pick up on the obvious implied indication. He found it hard to
own up to his own bathroom needs, it was embarrassing especially in front of his best friend.
"I'm sure it can wait Tails come on."
He tapped the cushion next to him on the sofa, Sonic was obviously oblivious to his urinal needs.
('Just tell him you have to pee Tails, it will be over in a second.'
'But what if he laughs at me?'
'He'll laugh harder if you have an accident.'
'N-no, I can hold it, the show can't last too long, thirty minutes at most. It'll be best to just go with the flow.')
Tails walked over to the sofa with reluctancy in his eyes, he wish he could be more
"Come on it'll be fun."
He sat next to sonic, the pressure in his bladder ever growing.
"Look, it's a three hour cartoon marathon, we can just chill out like a couple of couch potato's all afternoon!"
Sonic ruffled Tails hair again and chuckled in delight but his two tailed friend stared blankly into the T.V screen.
Three hours? His heart sank, could he really hold it that long. He noticed Sonic looking at him with concern he had
been doing this for a second too long, he chuckled back he was surprised how easily the laugh came, he could have
Sonic know he needed to pee oh but he knew something was up, Tails always straightened his hair after he ruffled it
but it was just left there sticking out. Tails bit his lip tight and gave his legs a sly squeeze while he thought
Sonic wasn't looking, this experience was going to hurt.
*
Another episode had finished and three others before that, one hundred and twenty minutes of slapstick comedy and
funny, often painful, situation for the characters to deal with. Sonic had been laughing and at a couple of point
been laughing in hysteric fits while tears streamed down his cheeks in laughter. He had just come out of one of
these as he pulled himself back onto the sofa.
"Man that was funny, eh Tails?"
He did not reply, trying not to laugh was getting progressively harder as were the tensed muscles in his bladder.
He had gone beyond desperate he was busting for a piss, he legs wobbled from exhaustion, there was no discrete
anymore which did not really matter as Sonic was laughing too much to notice Tails extreme desperation. There had
been a couple of times where he'd almost lost it there and then on the sofa from laughing, Sonics laughing did not
help. He was relieved when he heard the DJ announce a five minute commercial break, maybe he could meander off to
the toilet, or not.
"OK Tails, spill, what's up with you? You have purposely been trying not to have a good time. Is it something I've
done? Have I said anything? You know I like a little bit of banter with my buds that's why I do it with you so much,
I don't really mean it."
God damn it he needed to piss, his bladder felt like a sore mass of raw muscle containing a supply of liquefied
yellow cargo. His center muscles wobbled warningly. His hands had been rammed between his legs and squeezed
tightly onto his penis, his knees bobbing up then down up then down up then down the denim of his shorts chaffed
his legs red. An explosion of pain wanted to push a wave of hot piss into those shorts watering them to a navy blue
of serene release. What a feeling that would be to piss right there in front of his friend and on the sofa, he could
feel it creep down his legs and drip to his socks, soaking his briefs to translucency; he leaked.
"NO NO NO!"
Sonic had watched on in horror not knowing what to do, not knowing what was wrong. He looked in serious pain but not
injured. Maybe he was having a heart attack or worse? What could he do? Why did he jump up all of a sudden? Why
won't he stop jumping about the room? And for gods sake why did he have his hands so tightly clasped on his dick?
"Tails what the... What's wrong? Please tell me."
The leak lasted a second maybe, standing up gave him more grip on his member which started to hurt from forceful
squeezing. There was no wetness to be felt, he could only imagine the inch wide translucent spot on his underwear.
He stopped jumping and slowed to a quiver of desperation. There was no use in lying anymore Sonic knew something
was up. He took a deep breath of oxygen and exhaled the pain, still not calming him down in the slightest.
"I...I."
A spasm; a leak. The wetness made it through the thick barrier that his pants created and turned dark in the shape
of a small coin.
"DAMN IT I HAVE TO PEE!"
The blue iris' in Tails' eyes glimmered as tears began to form in them, both in desperation and shame, emotional
overload was too much to handle.
"I HAVE TO PEE SO FREAKING BADLY! I'M NOT SURE IF I CAN H-H-HO-HOLD IT!"
A lump grew at the back of Tails' throat as his voice stuttered and choked up. Tears shone in the light as they ran
down his fury cheeks. They made the sleaves of his jumper wet as he wiped them away. He was now on his knees, his
hands gripped tightly as ever onto his penis, his legs squeezed with tremendous force.
"Oh... Uh... Hmmm."
Sonic was taken off guard by this predicament, one moment they were watching T.V next moment Tails was a quivering
body on his knees. Of course he was relieved to hear it was not anything too serious after all. But it must have
been pretty damn painful if he was crying like that, he hated seeing him like this like this, it was too painful,
he wanted to cry with him, but he could not, he had to help his buddy, he needed to be strong for his sake.
"C-can you stand?"
Tears ran from his eyes rapidly, he could no longer wipe them from his face as both his hands were clinging onto
his crotch for dear life. He managed to muster a response.
"I don't th-think so. I..."
He took a deep breath to pluck up the courage to tell him.
"I just wet myself a little bit just now, I barely managed to stop that, I don't want to have an accident sonic,
please I don't want to wet my pants like a baby."
He began to cry again, he felt helpless, he could not stand or he would loose control over his bladder, and if he
stayed there he would eventually lose control and piss himself anyway. His desperation reached critical overload,
he leaned over his legs and squeezed with all his mite. Everything from his closed streaming eyes to his curled up
toes were helping to fight the battle. Both his tails were now pushed up against his tired hands to help support
there up keep of forceful grip. It was getting all too difficult for Tails to hold in and then he was not on the
ground anymore.
"Hold on to something this is going to be a bumpy..."
"NO!"
Sonic was about to run full speed with Tails in his arms to the upstairs bathroom.
"Please no, if you go to fast I'll p-pee. J-just try to walk please."
As much as he hated to hear it Tails was right, if he bolted it the force would cause him to lose all control over
his bladder which would lead to an extra pair of shorts in the wash later.
"OK Tails, I'll take it nice and easy."
"B-but by all means hurry, I don't think I can hold it much longer."
Tails was curled up Sonics arms, his hands jammed between his shorts, his lip had been bitten so hard it drew blood,
he tasted metal on his tongue.
"Gotcha."
Sonic filled the gap between them and the stairs in five stairs and then stopped.
"Stop, please!"
Tails' bladder muscles felt like jelly he had little control over them anymore. He felt the piss spray out of his
penis, it was painful to urinate when your muscles ached so. He gripped tightly onto Sonics neck and leaned his head
against his chest, crying, as he urinated shamefully on his best friend. Now he could feel it, his jean shorts
became heavy with wetness, the way he was sitting cause the urine to spill out from under neath them and cascade
from the back of the left shorts leg onto the floor creating a thudding splat as it hit the carpet. For four
seconds he pissed himself when out of nowhere he found strength, the strength to hold on, he squeezed tight, tighter
, as tightly as he could, the spillage stopped. Sonics jumper was soaked in pee.
"I-I'm sorry Sonic, I can't h-hold on much longer I'm... Sorry."
Sonic did not say a word. He felt that this was somehow his fault, if he had picked up on Tails desperation before,
there was no time to wallow he had to get tails to the bathroom.
"Don't apologize, just hold on."
Sonic ran up the stairs, not quite as fast as he would usually go for Tails' sake, but faster than before. Two at a
time they went, each thump of shoe to stair felt like a punch in the bladder for Tails this would be a photo finish.
Six stairs left, Tails' bladder was ready to burst. Four stairs left, Sonic was focused in the moment. Two stairs
left, Tails was seconds away from urinating himself. They were at the end of the corridor the bathroom insight,
steps away, there was a moments pause and then.
"SONIC, PUT ME DOWN, I'M ABOUT TO PEE, I'M GOING TO WET MYSELF!."
Out of instinct Sonic stopped at Tails' say so and placed him down on the ground, he stood there, crying,
whimpering, shaking violently then he stopped, another moments pause, too long. The shaking stopped too abruptly
for Sonics liking, then a gasp escaped Tails bleeding lips.
"Tails, are you..."
"I couldn't make it, it's coming out... I'm s-sorry."
Then there was the splatter of liquid hitting the floor, loud and assertive. Hot piss began to trail down his legs
in two streams, one for each leg, his hands were now fists at his sides. Tails had stopped crying and looked down
to his shorts, there was already a tennis ball sized wet stain on the front of them and it was steadily growing,
he sighed in the relief that he was blessed with, there was a slight sting from the force but his bladders
relaxation was too overwhelming.
"Ahhhhh, that's better."
He could feel piss fill up his shoes and leak out of the soul on them adding to the growing puddle. His knees bent
inward as he could no longer stand up straight. Piss exploded out of Tails' penis like a fire work in his underwear
which were now soaked through, they clung to his fur tightly. The piss stain continued to grow uncontrollably fast
it was now the size of a basket ball and continued down both legs of his pants. The loud hiss behind his pants was
not quieting. The contents of his bladder seemed to be never ending, the puddle beneath Tails' bladder was reaching
Sonics, he took a step back. Thirty seconds in the stream had began to slow and the hiss was silenced and all to be
heard was the drip drops of urine splatting on the giant puddle, he had finally finished.
"Sonic... I'm..."
Tails' face was bright red in shame his cheeks can went from a solid white to a thick scarlet, he could feel another
wave of tears on its way but they didn't come, he just looked down towards his soaked pants and waited for a
flabbergasted Sonics response. Sonic had been watching on in shock at his fury friend, he had not wet himself in a
long time ever since he was four or five. Then completely ignoring Tails urine soaked clothes he held him in a
brotherly embrace.
"Tails, it's OK, accidents happen buddy, please don't cry."
After a moments silence he felt Tails embrace back. Tails finally felt the tears wet his face again, his body
convulsed in hysterics.
"Please... Tails stop."
Sonic felt his own tears stream down his face.
"I'm sorry, please Sonic don't be mad."
Sonic knelt down to Tails' level.
"I'd never be angry at you for something you can't help, you could not hold on any longer than you said so, you said
put me down and I did, you had to go there and then."
Tails then noticed how wet he'd gotten Sonic.
"S-sonic, your clothes they're covered in my..."
He bowed his head in shame only for it to be lifted by Sonics hand.
"Don't worry about that I'll take care of this. You go and have a shower, I'll clean this up."
Tails smiled for the first time in hours.
"Thanks Sonic..."
He walked into the bathroom, his pants squelched as he walked causing his chafed skin to sting slightly. He looked
back to Sonic who shot him a wink. He shot one back in return and proceeded to lock the door behind him.
The shower felt cool on Tails' skin, he had removed his jumper, shirt and shoes but had not bothered with his socks
or shorts after all what was the point? The smell of urine still remained in his nose, even though the clean water
had now soaked through the front and back of his shorts. He stood there for empty minutes under the healing spray of
the shower. He needed to pee still. He stood there and urinated fro fifteen seconds, his bladder muscles were too
tired to hold it anyway.
After hopping out of the shower he removed all of his clothes and dried off. Sonic had came in half way through his
shower and brought him in some fresh jeans and underwear, he pulled these on gratefully. After putting his shirt and
jumper back on he exited the bathroom to be greeted by Sonic who was on his knees cleaning the carpet.
"Hey buddy, how was your shower?"
Tails rubbed the back of his neck.
"It was good. Here let me help."
Tails got to his knees rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up his own urine with the cloth Sonic was using, he
began to protest but Sonic saw how determined he was.
"Look Tails, don't beat yourself up too much it was an accident."
"I know, but I can't help but feel ashamed, I peed on myself, my clothes, the floor and you... My best friend, you
really are a great friend Sonic."
"You're too buddy, you would've done the same fore me. I'm going to order us some pizza, looks like the floors
pretty much clean any way, what topping do you want?"
Tails' face instantly lit up.
"Pizza great!"
Tails through the cloth back into the bucket of water, he lifted the bucket in his left hand. The night was still
young they had T.V, pizza and good company what else could someone want?
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This is a Doctor Who fanfiction, also uploaded (by me) on fanfiction and archiveofourown. My first time writhing omorashi.
The Doctor once told Rose about his kind. He told her things such as how Gallifreyans were a humanoid species native to the planet Gallifrey, or how they could survive the extreme cold. He also told her about his superior biology, with a lot of arrogance, of course. But she hadn't expected any less of him. He had told her about his sleeping habits, he only had to sleep around fifteen hours a week. Just as he informed her why he didn't eat as much as her, about the Time Lord metabolism.
Her friend also stated that his bladder could hold far more liquid than a human's, and they could go days without a bathroom break. But when he started telling her about reproducing she had cut him off, slightly embarrassed.
Now they were stranded, off the side of the road of some planet he didn't even know the name of, with a group of angry tourists. Some people were useful and went looking for shelter on the first day, while others kept whining.
"The car is low on fuel, the brakes are stuck and there is no signal we can use for help," said a pessimistic passenger, summing up what the Doctor had discovered about the stranded bus. "Is there anything about this that is ok?"
"Well," The Doctor answered his rhetorical question, "We have food and water for at least a week, and I should be able to fix this piece of junk if I can find the right parts." He frowned.
People had reacted positively to that news, but when a day and a half later the bus still wasn't running they stared getting irritated, and Rose went to his side and handed him another water bottle.
"I thought your kind didn't need so much fluids," She stated.
"We don't," The Doctor confirmed, "but I delayed drinking way too much, I was parched!" Rose chuckled at that.
"Then don't delay going to the bathroom!" She playfully said as she walked away. He rolled his eyes at the girl and laughed.
Two days later the Doctor yelled and waved at the others from the driver's seat of the bus. "Pack your bags! We're going home!" He yelled with joy.
Rose was the last one to join him, after she guided all the other people in the vehicle, and she sat on the seat next to him. The companion hadn't had a good look at the Doctor in a few days now because she had tried to keep the group from trying to start a fight with each other and to keep hope, but now they were all relieved and on their way she gave him a proper once-over.
He was still wearing his suit that was filthy with grease and dirt, but his tie was a bit loosened. His leg was bobbing up and down and his face was scrunched up in concentration, unlike it had been when he had looked at her a few minutes ago before she climbed into the bus.
"Doctor?" His face was pulled into that broad grin he always wore, and he answered with a single hum, not taking his eyes off the road. But she wasn't fooled, "Is there something wrong?"
"Hmm? No. Nothing's wrong, Rose. I'm alright. I'm always alright." He rambled the words off so fast she almost couldn't make them out, this new Doctor talked so fast but she had gotten used to it. "Really, Rose. It's just been a long time since I've last driven a vehicle like this." She didn't press him about it although he kept moving around.
The first few hours were boring, she talked to some of the other passengers and the Doctor kept on driving. He was biting his lip now, and pressing his thighs together when his friend looked away. He didn't want to look weak in front of her.
He had been needing to use the loo for more than twenty-four hours. He couldn't let it show, because he wasn't a human. He was a Time Lord. He could do so much more than humans. He needed to have the bloody self-control to decide when to pee. The man was scared to make any sudden movements that could put more pressure on his bladder so he tried to find the position that would relieve the pressure a bit. But it was hard, because he had to use both his feet and hands to drive the bus.
After another hour filled with agony they reached their destination.
Everyone hurried to get out as soon as he stopped, everyone except the Doctor.
"Doctor, are you coming?" He heard Rose say from the doorway.
"Yes, I'll be right there! Just need to check up on something, just wait outside for a minute." He answered. When she was out of sight and no one could see him he immediately put one hand between his legs and hunched forward. He gasped at his urgent need, he should have gone in the TARDIS before they left, but now his limit seemed close. He was desperate to use the loo, now, and he didn't know how
much longer he could wait.
He carefully stood and removed his hand from his thigh, time to leave. He forced the troubled look off his face and followed Rose. Although he was taking tiny steps his need wasn't lessened by it, and he was desperate for the loo.
He finds his friend a few desperate minutes later, she had wandered off again. This time at a very bad moment.
"We have to go now." He insisted, pulling her with him by her hand. It first earned him a glare for being rough, but then when she looked up at him she saw right through his mask.
"Seriously Doctor, you have to tell me what's wrong!" She insisted, pulling her hand out of his. But h still didn't say anything, "I'm not leaving until you tell me!"
The Doctor turned around quickly, he felt scared about the possibility of losing control, and Rose saw that. "Rose, please, I need to go back to the TARDIS." She still stayed put. The man felt embarrassed about the situation, him being so desperate and on the edge of losing control, and then also having to tell Rose about it while the TARDIS was still more than ten minutes away. He looked around, they were alone on the street. "Please follow me now, Rose." His tone was urgent and Rose knew he was not kidding around like he usually did.
He gasped and hunched over, resisting the urge to put his hands in his crotch. He tried to stand as still as possible, but then he remembered his friend was there, too. And immediately straightened up and tried to appear casual. That was not a goof idea, as was proved a few seconds later when he spurted into his pants, one hand grabbing at his member to stop the flow, he bent over again with crossed legs.
"Doctor! Just tell me, maybe I could help!"
"I need to get to the TARDIS. Oh, this is so humiliating. I need the loo, Rose. I've needed it since yesterday." He rambled, straightened up and looked into her shocked eyes, "Do me a favor and walk." She did as she was told, and five minutes of him squirming and shuffling later she began to ask him questions.
"You told me that your kind didn't have to use the loo as much as we. What's happened to you?"
"I overestimated my bladder… This body.. It has a smaller bladder than the one I was used to…" He gasped and stopped dead in his track as he felt his bladder spasm again. One hand shot between his legs to stop anything from coming out. His face flaming, a little bit of the Time Lord's urine trickled out and dampened his boxers again. When he spoke again his voice was a bit higher, "I haven't had a bathroom break in a week time,"
Rose looked at him with compassion, "Come on, you'll make it." She encouraged him. He glanced up at her and gave her a small nod, but he wasn't sure. "Just hold on a few more minutes."
He couldn't believe how desperate he was as he started moving again, small steps, but as quickly as he could. As he saw his spaceship a flood of relief washed over him, he was almost there… It took him three seconds to realize his mistake.
Another spurt of pee had escaped him, this time there would surely be a wet patch on his trousers. He gave himself a quick squeeze, but he didn't become hard anymore as he had already given himself an erection before leaving the bus.
They hurried towards his ship and he tried to grab his key from his pocket with the hand that wasn't buried in between his legs. He was squirming constantly now and he hold on to his muscles with all that he had. He was still faintly aware of the woman who stood next to him, wanting to help.
"Just let me find your key." She said softly. The Doctor nodded and closed his eyes tightly on concentration.
She rumbled around in his bigger-on-the-inside pockets until she found the key. After that, she quickly opened the door and motioned for the Doctor to go in.
Nothing happened.
"Doctor? It's open. Just hang on for a little while longer."
He tried to uncross his legs from his locked position, but felt like he would lose control immediately if he would do so. So he tried to walk with small steps, like before.
One step was weakening the muscles that were holding back what suddenly felt like far too much. He let out a desperate gasp, and realized he wouldn't make it. He wouldn't make it. He would wet himself like a toddler in front of his companion, the woman he loved. He quickly stopped that thought and tried to encourage himself to prove his bad thoughts wrong.
A tear rolled down his face as he tried to hold on to his bladder when another spasm hit. His bladder contracted painfully before he hobbled into the TARDIS. He walked fast with one hand gripping his crotch. Rose closed the door behind him. One hand gripping his member, he took off running as fast as possible.
He felt warmth spreading through his trousers, and buried his other hand in his crotch, too. He tried to stem the flow as much as he could and struggled to regain control. He rushed further to a place where he knew to find a loo.
And then there he was, finally.
He tried to pull the zipper down but his hands were shaking, "No, no, no…" He gasped. "I'm so close.. Please." His bladder gave out before he could even attempt to open the door. Once the floodgates had opened the urine soaked his boxers, and then his trousers. The relief was great, but the humiliation greater, as he leaned his head and a hand against the wall. He was soaked and sobbing when he felt a hand rubbing his back.
He looked up with tears still forming in his eyes and he saw Rose Tyler. "I'm so sorry" He said.
She shushed him and held him until he stopped crying and then sent him off to clean up.
Later when he strode back into the console room with his shoulders slumped Rose gave him another embrace and ensured him that everything would be fine. |
Alright, before I begin this let me tell you something. (YOU CAN SKIP THIS IF YOU WANT) If you watch Doctor Who and pay attention to the Doctor’s character you see he is very strong, but needs a companion by his side. He loves, but can never allow himself to get too close to someone. Now, to get to the point, I have made a mistake in the last part of the fic before what I’m typing right now (you know what I am talking about, right?). I was writing and wasn't able to make an ending, so I rushed it. The Doctor very out of character. Of course he wouldn’t be sobbing, maybe his face would be blank, or angry with himself. I apologize for that
After thinking for a day or two if I would do another one, I thought, "why not" so here is part 2(done)
When she said it would be fine he had believed her, because, after all, why would it not be?
Their life on the TARDIS had resumed, and they picked up where they had left off. It wasn’t like none of his companions had ever had an accident before, in fact, Rose had a close call a few weeks before that. The problem was that in his over nine hundred years of traveling in time and space he had never once wet himself. He had never allowed himself to become that desperate, so human. Even just thinking back about what had happened still brought a blush to his face.
Every time he stepped out of the TARDIS’ doors he made sure he went to the bathroom first, to avoid another accident, not that he thought anything like that could happen again but he was very strict about that. Rose had remembered him to do that the first time they went exploring after his accident, he still remembered that.
“Doctor,” She had called after him as he went to grab his coat. He turned around with a big enthusiastic grin on his face.
“Yes Rose?”
“Shouldn’t you,” She stopped there for a second and it didn’t feel like she was the person who should be telling him this, but Rose didn’t want him to have another accident. “Shouldn’t you go to the bathroom first?”
His face fell and flushed red with embarrassment. She spoke to him like he was some kind of toddler. She didn’t mean it like that, of course, but he couldn’t help but feel like a kid, scolded by his mother. After insisting that was really not necessary and he didn’t need her reminding him when to go he put his pride to the side and used the loo before they went out.
It was more than three months later, 104 days to be precise, and he had to be because he was a lord of time, when he had trouble again.
They had been locked in a cell in thirty-first century New Ancient Rome and he had to go bad. There was no one in the cell but him and Rose, he was fumbling with the sonic screwdriver at the lock. It wouldn’t budge and his need continued to grow. He tried to keep as much pressure off his bladder as possible and keeping his legs pressed tightly together.
“Why don’t you just go in the corner?” He heard Rose say from behind him, he immediately stilled his movements, he didn’t know it had been so obvious. “It’s alright, Doctor.”
“I’m almost done, then we can leave. There is no need for that. I’m not a child, Rose.” He said through gritted teeth. If they were outside, he’d just go in the forest. Peeing in front of his friend would be horrifying and not to mention humiliating.
“There is no need to be ashamed about it.” He could hear she was trying to stay nice but was pretty irritated with him.
He was lying to himself and her if he said he didn’t need to go, and he wasn’t nearly done with the lock. Maybe a corner was just what he needed. “Well, it’ll have to do.” He muttered under his breath. The man stood up and straightened his back, his muscles sore.
They heard the sound of a key in the lock, crushing his plan to relieve himself before their escape. He turned around quickly and went to stand by the door, signalling Rose to be quiet and act normal. The door opened and the voice of a young man spoke.
“I have come to inform you, you will not be freed until further notice of the department of alien life-forms and intruding-” The Doctor grabbed him by his collar and pushed him into the wall before covering his mouth with another hand. He was by nature not a violent person but this was different, his body was being used against him and that was not the way Time-Lords worked. Rose grabbed the guard’s key.
The Doctor slowly released the other man’s collar and brought a finger to his lips, “Now you are going to be very quiet, and not alarm anyone while we, very quickly, get out of here. Do you understand that?” The man looked scared and nodded his head very slightly as if he didn’t want to upset the taller alien in front of him. The Doctor knew he wouldn’t do what he asked him so he pulled off his tie and used it to tie his hands behind his back. “This will have to do. Rose, is there anyone else watching us?” Rose popped her head into the hallway.
“No one there.” She answered and the Doctor nodded. He tried to remember the fastest way out of the building.
“Alright, let’s move.” They left their cell with the Doctor in front of Rose, already using his sonic screwdriver on the next door. Thankfully this one opened faster than the door that had stopped than earlier. Now they were walking again, he could feel fullness of his bladder again. He had almost forgotten about that after the guard came in.
His hand reached out for Rose’s. “Run. And don’t make a sound.” He breathed into her ear before breaking into a run and dragging her with him. He tried to supress his need to pee, but running made that very hard as he felt the pressure building on his bladder. They had to keep going if they wanted to get out of here.
Behind them they could hear yelling and men screaming in rage. He was so scared that they wouldn’t make it out in time, that he lost control for a second. The Doctor gasped and clenched his muscles, but because they were still running it wouldn’t work! With his free hand he grabbed his leaking member and gave it a squeeze but then moved his hand again so he could use his sonic. He couldn’t lose control again. Not with Rose. What would she think of him? What does she already think of him?
They finally saw a door with a sign above it that said ‘emergency exit’ and rushed through it. He slammed the door shut behind him and pushed his back to it, then used the sonic to lock the door.
“We have to get back quickly, they could open the door very soon.” He told Rose when his heartbeats and breathing had slowed a bit. His legs crossed in desperation when his friend looked for the TARDIS, which was around the corner, gravity was working against him. They broke into another run when there was loud banging against the door. The two of them weren’t off for twenty seconds before the door crashed open behind them.
He was spurting into his trousers while running but he couldn’t help it because he would never risk their safety. All he could do was hope he wouldn’t wet himself completely. Rose had realized too late how slippery the ground was and almost fell, the mud splashed around their feet as they ran towards his TARDIS. He grabbed his key from his left coat pocket before they had even reached his ship. As fast as he could he opened the door, constantly looking over his shoulder to see if the guards had caught up yet.
As soon as the door was unlocked he threw it open, letting Rose in first and then following. The console room was bright and warm which was a nice change from outside where it was still drizzling. He rushed over to punch in some coordinates to get away from here, and was glad to have something between his companion and him so he could grab himself and stop himself from leaking. Rose said something about getting a shower and walked off to her room.
His bladder cramped and he winced. A door to the left of him was open, and he knew it was his bedroom, which led to his bathroom. The doctor took a deep breath before shuffling to the door, but his rock hard bladder made it hard for him to move and not wet himself. He cursed himself for not having cleaned up his bedroom for so long because now he had to push through piles of blankets and discarded clothes to reach the bathroom.
He stumbled over a pillow and caught himself on the doorframe. The Doctor hissed when another spurt soaked right through his already soaked pants to his trousers, but it didn’t stop. He was losing the battle with his bladder slowly and he moaned as he still tried to hold on. But it was all in vain.
Warmth spread around his crotch when he lost control. Even then still tried to open his belt and buttons but soon gave up as pee soaked through his trousers. He was breathing hard and his face was flushed as he saw the small wet patch spread and grow across his legs. When the forceful stream had reduced to a mere dribble, and then finally stopped, he stepped out of the puddle of urine that had formed at his feet. Shame washed over him, he was more than nine hundred years old and ought to have better control of himself
He was glad Rose hadn’t been here to see it this time, because that would have been even more humiliating than the last time. He stripped completely naked and then stepped in the shower to clean off.
After that he put on some clean pants and climbed into his bed. Falling in an exhausted sleep. |
I feel the need to explain some things about Doctor Who to people who don’t know it, so here it goes. The ‘TARDIS’ is his spaceship, it’s small, but bigger on the inside (huge, really). She can communicate with the Doctor on a telepathic level. Jackie Tyler is Rose’s mother, she isn’t violent or anything (maybe a little) but more in the ‘did you get my daughter into trouble again’ way. That’s it really, I think.
There will probably be one more. I thought of it as a one-off thing at the start, so I have no plot line. I’m sort of making it up as I go along. But it’s the kink that counts (is it, tho?).
The next morning the Doctor awoke well rested. He stretched out in bed, trying to remember the last time he had slept this well. After that he put on a blue suit and his red trainers.
As he stepped into the bathroom it all came back to him, the wetness of his trousers, the humiliation. He shuddered and was glad the TARDIS had taken care of the clothes he had left there the day before. It didn’t feel good to be in there with all last night’s memories. He ran his hand through his hair a few times to get rid of the ‘I just woke up’ look and then walked out again.
Rose was already making breakfast when he arrived in the kitchen and his mood shifted immediately when he saw her.
“Look who’s finally awake! I thought I’d have to go check if you weren’t dead or something!” She said jokingly. He rolled his eyes at her.
“What makes you think I was asleep all night? Maybe I was fixing something in the console room until dawn,” He pretended to be insulted, “I am a mighty Time Lord, I do not need as much rest as you humans!” She tried to supress her giggling, but ended up bursting into laughter.
“Yea?” They hugged as a form of ‘hello’. “So tell me this, did the mighty Time Lord make it to the loo last night?” she giggled. The Doctor stiffened for a brief moment, before relaxing in the hug again.
“Rose Tyler,” He gasped, and tried to look as casual a possible when he joked with her, “I am astonished you think something like that would happen! Of course I did. Are those pancakes?” The Doctor let Rose go and grabbed a plate. At moments like this he was happy he had a big experience in lying.
“I want to go visit my mother, could we do that?” Rose said between bites. He sighed.
“What is it with your kind? It’s like you can’t go a moment without these things. But now I think of it I once met these species who stayed with their mother until they died, only then they would go find someone else. Fascinating, I met this man there, he was the president, but his mother lived so long he had to stay with her till his late forties. He wasn’t that cut up about her death-”
“Doctor,” She interrupted his rambling, he could go on about all kinds of alien species for ages when he wanted to “I was telling you I wanted to visit my mum, remember?”
He didn’t want to go. Every time they went see Jackie Tyler, he expected a slap. A true Tyler-slap. Since the first time he met her and she hit him, but the Doctor probably deserved that because he had brought Rose home a year too late. He didn’t dislike her as much now that he had regenerated had she helped him back to health, but he still rather avoid her hand.
But then she did that thing with her eyes and almost pouted, and the Doctor found himself saying “Yea, sure” and then cursed himself for letting her win so easily.
She jumped up and embraced him, “Thanks!” and she went to change, leaving him to clean up. He wanted to protest, but she was already gone. He shifted on his feet when he felt his full bladder. I should go to the bathroom, he thought to himself. He wasn’t desperate yet, but given what had happened before he wanted to be sure.
He strode through a corridor on the left towards a room he knew the TARDIS kept one of the toilets in. Then he tried to open the door.
It wouldn’t open.
The Doctor felt the TARDIS connecting with his mind with a small pull in his head, “I’m not cleaning up your messes in the kitchen again.”
“Don’t be like that, love.” He said back mentally. The Doctor tried the door again, but it still didn’t give.
He sighed, knowing the TARDIS would not give in until she got what she wanted and paced back to the kitchen. His ship was so stubborn.
“I also want you to check yourself up in the med bay, my thief.” He didn’t answer to that, but he knew what she was talking about. Just as he was done placing all the dishes in the dishwasher his companion came back.
“Are we there yet?” She asked him.
“I was just finished with roaming the table, we can go now.” He told her in response. The walk to the console room was short and they chatted happily with each other, he didn’t even notice his growing need until he was setting the coordinates to London. He felt a twinge in his bladder and shifted on his feet again.
The ship touched ground with a shock and the Doctor fell over, the desire to put his hand between his legs and grab at his crotch was big but it quickly faded as the TARDIS steadied. On his right side stood Rose, already on her feet and laughing at him.
“Oi, stop that!” The Doctor told her jokingly. She ran towards the doors that led to the outside before looking back at him.
“Are you coming, or what?”
“I’m just gonna… I’m just gonna stay here while you visit.”
“Alright, I’ll be in my mum’s flat if you need me!” And she was out the door. He hissed when his bladder cramped and crossed his legs. His body wanted his attention back. The Doctor tried the door to the loo again, but it was still locked.
“I have to pee, let me in!” he shouted mentally at his TARDIS.
“I told you before, I want you to check yourself up in the med bay. You know you have to do that after regeneration and you have put it off for too long.” She responded.
“There’s something else I’m putting off too long and that’s entirely your fault,” he whined under his breath, when a wave of desperation hit. But he gave in and opened another door that led to the medical centre of his ship. Arriving there he saw that the TARDIS had been considerate towards him and placed all the things he needed in a row on the cabinet.
Before sitting down on the nursing bed located next to a wall under a scanner took off his suit jacket and shirt, and placed them on the wooden chair in the corner. While waiting for his results he put his shirt and blue tie back on, but then he remembered he also needed a blood sample so the Doctor rolled up his sleeve and knotted a tourniquet around his upper arm. He couldn’t stop his right leg from bobbing up and down and didn’t feel the needle when it slid into his vein.
The door opened and he jumped.
“Auch! Shit!” he pulled it out immediately and pressed a cotton ball against the small wound he made when he jumped in fright.
“Doctor, are you alright?” Rose asked, but he could barely hear her because the control on his bladder had slipped. He crossed his legs and clenched his muscles.
“I’m fine, Rose!” he replied through clenched teeth.
“What were you doing? Are you ill?” She asked, obviously referring to the fact that he still had a blood collector in his right hand.
“What? No, of course not. It’s standard procedure after regeneration.” He scrambled off of the bed and put the tube in a scanner.
“Come on, Doctor. Mum wants to see you and she can fix up that cut for you.”
He didn’t respond, but instead the Doctor was looking at a monitor in horror. The gallifreyan writing showed very clearly that there was something wrong with his body, but he didn’t get the time to study it because he spurted into his pants again. One hand went to his upper thigh and he had to ball his fist to refrain from putting his hands between his legs.
Another hand grab his free one and pulled him towards the doorway, he looked at Rose.
“I can’t come yet,” He protested.
His friend sighed in an irritated way, “Don’t be so childish, Doctor.” They were almost at the TARDIS’ front doors now, and he almost couldn’t hold it anymore and slipped his free hand between his legs.
“Rose, listen to me.” He finally got her attention. She turned around when she noticed he was serious. “I really can’t come yet.” The Doctor said panting. He could feel the wet patch on his crotch as he pressed his hand against it.
“Are you in pain? What is it?”
“Yes, it hurts. But that’s not it, the TARDIS forbade me from using the loo because I had to do some other things,” He gritted his teeth and then realized something else, “This is punishment for the way I’ve been neglecting my body.”
Another spasm shot through his bladder, groaning he hunched over.
“It’s alright, Doctor. Just let go, it’s hurting you.” Rose’s voice sounded comfortingly. “It’s alright.”
“I won’t.. I’ll just..” He protested, but in the back of his mind the Doctor knew it was already too late.
He spurted once more and he grabbed himself, but it wouldn’t stop. A dark line ran down his trouser leg and the patch on the front of his trousers grew bigger. The Doctor couldn’t hold it anymore and urine flooded his trousers, running down the floor making a puddle at his feet. He looked down in shame. It had happened again.
“Doctor, look at me,” His friend lifted his chin with her hand right hand, and grabbed one of his with the other. Hesitantly, he met her eyes. They showed no sign of the disgust or irritation he had feared. “What’s happening to you?” she asked.
“I’ll explain it later,” he breathed. Rose face clearly showed her worry, but the Doctor really didn’t want to speak to anyone about it. He turned on his feet and strolled towards his bedroom to shower and change.
“I want you in mum’s flat in ten minutes!” Rose yelled after him in a strict voice. |
Heyo!
So before you read this, this is pretty much first EVER story I've ever actually written. (Other than school work.) And with that, my first ever omo related story. So, if there's anything I should improve on, please tell me.
But with that, I hope you guys enjoy!
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It had been a wild night. Alyssa was walking home from a party she had been to just a couple blocks down the street. There had been many drinks, and with that, Alyssa had taken advantage of it. Though, Alyssa wasn't drunk as she was walking home, as she made sure not to be completely wasted, so she could get home without a problem.
She might not have to worry about being drunk, but there is one thing that she didn't take care of before she left. She might have enjoyed all the drinks that had been given out during the party, but with all those drinks, came a price. She didn't want to take a bathroom break at the party before she left, as it would have too contaminated for her liking. So she decided to take the risk and just walk straight home.
Alyssa was starting to regret her decision, as her bladder was burning for relief. She didn't want to hold herself, as she was afraid someone would see her, even if she was walking alone in a dark streetlight lit neighbourhood. She also regretted wearing her tight jeans, which didn't help with her situation at all. She put all her power into her legs, and into holding her pee inside of her. Wetting herself out here would be the last she she wanted.
She continued down the sidewalk, almost impossible, as her muscles were squeezing in the liquids that begged for release. She gasped as the smallest golden drop leaked into her panties, and she quickly shot a hand to her crotch, making sure no more drops would follow. She stopped for a few seconds looking around, and with all her power, she continued moving forward, and she took her hand away when she knew she could take it on for just a little bit more.
She knew she had to do something. She had to take care of this, even if it meant not going in the comfort of her own home. She noticed bushes to the left of the side walk, so she quickly trotted over to them. She unbuckled her belt, cursing as she fumbled a couple times, unzipped her zipper with a loud “ZZIP,” quickly slid down her jeans, and her panties following shortly after. She squatted down, her bare lips being caressed by the tall grasses, left uncut around the bush that spelt her relief. She could feel the hot liquid rushing to her urethra, to be sprayed out onto the earth below her. Oh how her struggle was going to be over.
Right as a torrent of urine streamed out of her, she clenched up, with tears in her eyes, she stopped the flow. She heard a group of guys walked past the bush that she was concealed behind, talking about the wild party, and some of them sounding obviously drunk. They turned right, and continued down another street, thankfully not in the same direction Alyssa planned to go.
With that, she would dread having another person walk by, noticing her half naked, and her golden stream glimmering in the moonlight. So she quickly stood back up, zipped back up her jeans, and with much desperation, she managed to buckle up her belt again. She got back onto the sidewalk and continued forward towards her house.
Many agonizing minutes later, she managed to reach her house, she awkwardly approached her door, and with as much caution as possible, she grabbed her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She hobbled inside and locked the door behind her. She knew she was all alone in her house, so she jammed her hand up her crotch, a finger squeezing in between her lips to make sure nothing came out before she reached the bathroom.
With her hand up her crotch, and her bladder agonizingly full, she made her way up the stairs to the temple that would cure her of her suffering. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she hobbled over to the door of her bathroom, took her empty hand, and opened the glorious door.
She entered the room, and the atmosphere of the bathroom itself, caused her to almost lose it right then and there. She clenched her muscles to the best of their ability, and shoved her hand further into her crotch. She stood the like that for a few more seconds, until she finally decided to start moving again. The sight of the toilet was such a huge tease to Alyssa. A few feet in front of her, was the thing she had been waiting for all night.
With all her might, she let go of her crotch. The hot liquid pooling around it's exit, ready to explode. Her forehead was sweating as she cautiously unbuckled her belt, relieving her bladder giving it extra space, and with that extra space Alyssa really found out how much of a bulge the was. There was so much pee! She slowly unzipped her jeans and slid them off. Bent over slightly, she pulled down her panties, which were showing a small wet spot where her lips had been. A small drop fell from Alyssa's womanhood, splashing down onto the glimmering porcelain tiled floor beneath her shaking legs. She slowly sat her bottom onto the toilet bowl. The place she had been waiting anxiously for all night.
All of that night boiled down to this one point in time. The golden liquid ready to spray out of her. Her brow was sweating like mad. Her muscles worn out to the point of breaking. She finally let go. A thick torrent of golden urine splashed into the water inside the porcelain bowl beneath her, a loud splashing and spraying noise, amplified by the emptiness if the bathroom, probably able to be heard throughout her whole house. The stream did not stop. It increased in speed as the torrent of pee streamed through the lips of her bare womanhood. Alyssa's jaw dropped as she let her head back, and moaned in almost orgasmic pleasure. The alcoholic beverages that had brewed up inside of her strained bladder were streaming out like an endless river. Her stream went strong and steady, with such extreme force for a couple more minutes, until it slowed down and later stopped completely.
Alyssa sat there. In total bliss. On the toilet bowl that she owed her life to. Amazed by the pleasure of unleashing her unbelievably full bladder. After a few more minutes, Alyssa stood up, leaving her pants and undergarments on the floor. She went to her room, and had the most amazing orgasm she had ever experienced. But, that's another story.
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A/N: Short story about Dave discovering he has a wetting fetish. I'm also open to Homestuck fanfiction requests :)
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Your name is Dave Strider, and you have a strange fixation. You’re not quite sure when it started- you have many memories of sitting in front of your computer or fiddling with your camera while rocking gently in your seat, trying to put off that inevitable trip to the toilet. It was never something that really stood out in your life, at least not until you began entering the wonderful world of puberty.
Now that you sat in your makeshift bed, rubbing your crotch idly and clenching your abdominal muscles, you had to fess up to yourself- this was a fetish. A full blown, unable-to-jack-it-without-it fetish. It burrowed its way into every masturbatory fantasy that crept into your mind, and even the slightest pang from your bladder was enough to put a bulge in the front of your god tier pants.
The first time you’d ever held a hand over your mouth to stifle your grunts as you palmed yourself through your shorts had more to do with drinking too much apple juice than any nudity you’d happened across online. It was bordering painful each time, a heated battle between cumming in your underwear and wetting your pants. Dwelling on the thought of an accident never failed to curl your toes- at least, at first.
After a while, it wasn’t enough. The rush you had felt during the your “sessions” died down, and left you desperately needing more. Periods of experimentation began, you remember doubling the amount of water you drank one day- could you even distinguish the blackness of space as day and night?- and how long you spent squirming on that weird purple toilet before urinating in your own hands. You repeated the venture, but it was only so long before you needed something new.
You found yourself standing in the tub not long after, naked and shivering in the cold, dry air that filled every inch of the fucking place. A sick weight was in your stomach- anxiety, the feeling of taboo- but it was outweighed by curiosity and arousal. Minutes had passed with you shifting foot to foot before you finally turned on the tap to a slow drip. That did it- you remember gnawing your lip as your stream shot down the side of your left leg.
Your watched your dick shift with how forceful you were letting go, and when you reached down and pumped yourself, you aimed to splash piss on the inside of your thighs. It felt thrilling and hot, and became your standard for getting off. You tried different positions: sitting with your legs crossed; laying on your back, then on your stomach (you found out how hard it was to piss while on your stomach, but it was still fun to try).
Once, you even cushioned your shoulders with a towel and tried it nearly upside down. You ended up splashing piss in your eye and getting some in your mouth. It was a venture you never repeated- you’d spent the next hour washing your face and gargling mouthwash. That incident aside, without much to keep your attention on the meteor, you spent at least once a week indulging yourself in your secret habit.
Naked wetting had it’s thrill for a long time, until now. After months of repetition, it was again time to step it up. You now found yourself tense and shirtless, in that bathtub that you’d spent so much time in over the last weeks. It was a particular time of day, between Rose waking up and the trolls beginning to doze- a time that you specifically picked to give you a few extra minutes of cleanup time.
You’d rushed into the bathroom, nervous and excited. The sleep you’d lost for the purpose of downing three bottles of juice was a price you’d gladly pay if this played out like you imagined. Just the thought of what you were about to do sent a thrill up your spine, and you purposefully pushed it all out of your mind before you got too riled up to piss. Standing still in your god tier pants, you took a deep breath and relaxed your muscles.
For a brief, teasing second, you could feel a rush of warmth to the head of your penis- and then nothing. Chewing your lip, you spread your legs a little before trying again. A heavy weight settled in your stomach- your nerves building up a slightly sick feeling at something you’d been taught from childhood to absolutely /never/ do. You forced your breathing to even out, and reached to turn on the bath’s tap.
Hearing the steady drip from the faucet sent a tingling pang to your bladder, and you covered your mouth to stifle a gasp. It took a scant few seconds before you finally felt yourself let go. A streak of almost-black appeared against the red fabric of your pants, and you felt your underwear cling hot against your skin as the urine soaked into it.
God, it was amazing. You cupped yourself through your pants, sending droplets cascading down your fingers onto the hard enamel of the bathtub. Already, enough liquid had collected to make a flowing trail to the drain, and you had plenty left. Rubbing your crotch, you watched a spray of piss dribble straight out of the saturated cloth- it was more satisfying than you could have imagined.
You bore down a little, reveling in how forceful your stream was and just how desperate you had been. If you let yourself get lost in that engulfing feeling of relief and taboo, you might have made yourself too hard to keep wetting. As you watched the wet patch quickly spreading across your legs, however, the universe took a sharp turn against you and your burning desires.
There were times in everyone’s life when the sound of an opening door can stop a heart from beating, and now was one of those moments for you. Having just enough time to turn your head in reaction, you were staring at an equally startled Karkat. His eyes glinted out from under a messy mop of bedhead, and you felt sick twist of your stomach.
You were blessed in this instant, at least in a small way, by the fact that the fiery troll seemed to be absolutely speechless. Your mouth was dry, and you swallowed hard before attempting to spew out any words you could form in your startled state. “The door’s locked,” was all you managed, a failed attempt at conveying your intent. Karkat blinked once, twice, and then stepped back out. The door slammed quickly, and you were left alone again in the bathroom.
It was a small consolation that you, at that moment, finally stopped wetting. Unfortunately, your clinging pants and briefs were already becoming cold and unpleasant, and now you had to content with the awful reality that someone just saw you purposefully peeing yourself. You could have sworn you locked that door, but the proof had already barged in- you had been too excited to tend to that small detail today.
Your pants were shucked off, and you started the shower at full blast. There was no point locking the door now, you’d already been embarrassed to the furthest extent you thought possible. Right now, you’d focus on cleaning up before working on the real damage control. Your name is Dave Strider, you have a piss fetish, and you were never going to live that down. |
Carly blearily glanced at her alarm clock. 8:12. Shit. She had to be on the school bus by 8:20.
"SAM, WAKE UP!" Carly hissed.
"But I don't have school today," Sam complained.
"Yes you do, it's Monday," Carly rolled her eyes.
"Fuck,"
Sam rolled out of bed, wearing just her white bra and panties. She removed them hastily, revealing her large breasts and short pubic hair. She changed into some black underwear, 3/4 length jeans and a white t shirt. Carly looked enviously, she'd always been slightly jealous of Sam's bigger breasts. Carly had shaved her pubes recently, and she preferred how she looked this way. She put on her favourite red panties and a matching bra for her petite boobs, before desperately struggling to some skinny jeans and a purple jumper. Both went into the kitchen to get some breakfast. Sam wearily went to get some bacon.
"No time Sam."
"Urghhhh," Sam sighed, before downing a full glass of orange juice. Carly did the same, while debating in her head whether she had time for food.
It was now 8:28, and Carly was panicking. She had never been late for school before, and she didn't want today to be a first. Sam went towards the bathroom.
"Have you got your books?" Carly asked.
"I'll get them after, I really need to use the bathroom" Sam replied, placing her hand between her legs in mock desperation.
"We don't have time," Carly said this with a hint of tetchiness in his voice.
"Fine!" Sam growled, looking longingly at the toilet. While she wasn't desperate yet, she wasn't keen on using the toilets in school, especially as the teachers were so strict.
Sam picked up her books, and trudged out the door. Carly followed on, double checking she had everything. The bus stopped right outside the house, and they both sat in the only two seats next to each other left, on the bumpiest area of the bus
"This is going to help my bladder," Sam sarcastically whispered.
"Stop going on about it," Carly moaned.
"Aw, does someone have to go tinkle too?" Sam mockingly asked.
"No," Carly said if only to convince herself. She actually had to go pretty badly. And it didn't help that Sam kept mentioning it. Carly crossed her legs and hoped she'd let it go.
"So you don't mind if i talk about splashing, dripping water, toilets flushing, waterfalls.."
"Alright, I really have to pee," Carly admitted.
"It's cool Carls, we'll go when we get there,"
"Yeah, it will only be 20 minutes,"
But Carly didn't consider the possibility of traffic. Half an hour later and they had only travelled a few miles. The desperation had increased for both girls, Carly had been forced to put her hand between her leg at regular intervals, while Sam kept voicing how she was going to wet herself, and bouncing up and down in her seat.
"What's the hold up, some of us have to pee back here!" Sam yelled.
"Sam, not so loud," Carly hissed, again grabbing hold of her crotch.
"Sorry, there's been a crash, you should be in school in time for first lesson," a teacher assured them.
"Great," Carly murmured.
"This is really bad Carls, I haven't had to pee this bad in a long time,"
"Just don't think about it, we'll be there soon,"
"I hope I last that long," Sam replied, now with both hands stuffed in the crotch of her jeans. She hadn't had an accident since she was eight, when she pissed herself on the side of the road while on holiday. Now she was seriously contemplating the prospect that she might have an accident again. The orange juice had now worked its way to the bladder, and it was screaming for release.
Carly meanwhile suffered silently, trying to think different thoughts. But every thought went back to the toilet, the feel of relief, the embarrassment she felt last time she wet herself. She was hoping it wouldn't come to that, but now she truly was bursting.
By the time the coach arrived, Carly and Sam were almost in tears. Their full bladders were visible underneath their tops, and a few people had already asked them if they were ok. Carly began to stand up when she gasped.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"I think I just leaked a little," Carly cried, sticking both hands in her crotch to prevent further leakage.
Sam took extra care standing up, and made sure to keep her legs as close together as possible. They both walked into school, trying not to draw attention to the fact that they were on the verge of wetting themselves. As soon as they were out of sight of the other students, they ran as fast as their aching bladders would let them to the toilet. They saw a sign however that caused them to panic.
"TOILET OUT OF ORDER. OPEN LUNCHTIME!"
"Nooooo!" they cried in unison now in agony.
"What are we going to do?" Carly desperately asked, leaking a bit again.
"I don't know, but if I go to lessons, I'll wee my pants,"
Right next to it was the boys toilets, Carly and Sam both looked at each other.
"I'm so desperate now, I'd pee anywhere," Sam replied, her resolve finally beginning to slip.
They opened the bathroom, only to find there was only one stall.
"Shit, who gets to go first?" Sam asked.
"Come on, I'm already leaking!" Carly begged, a wet spot had formed on her crotch.
"Rock, paper, scissors?" Sam suggested.
"Sure," Carly was now bent over with her hands desperately holding her pee from exploding out of her urethra. Sam had already removed her jeans, and was gripping her peehole to gain some time.
They tried Rock, paper, scissors, First time, both rock, second time, both scissors, third time both scissors again.Eventually Carly came out on top, trumping rock with paper.
"Hurry!" Sam begged.
Carly ran into the stall and bolted the door shut. She hurried desperately to remove her belt from her jeans. She panicked as she failed to remove it. The sight of the toilet made this pure agony.Tears flooded down Carly's face as the inevitable happened. Just as she removed her belt, the dam building up inside her finally cracked, as pee trickled out of her urethra. Firstly it built up in her red panties, but eventually they had reached capacity. The pee dripped down her leg, and finally burst completely, covering her legs with her hot urine. She wriggled to get her jeans off, but the damage was already done. The feeling was so orgasmic that she just left her panties on.
The sound of Carly's pee hitting the toilet water was too much for Sam. After pleading for Carly to let her in, she collapsed on the floor as her pee quickly soaked her jeans. She felt the contrast of extreme relief and extreme humiliation. She knew she'd have to face her peers with urine soaked jeans, but right now, she wanted to enjoy the incredible feeling this had given her. Carly let her into her stall, and they both hugged each other with their wet clothing clinging to each other.
"Can I see?" Sam shyly asked.
Carly obliged, pulling down her jeans to show her wet panties. She pulled the waistband of her panties to show her womanhood glistening with pee. Sam showed Carly her panties without prompting, now completely see through. The two shared a kiss, and almost started feeling each other's erect nipples before a voice brought them back to earth.
"Who's in there?"
Sam and Carly both froze, for that was the unmistakable voice of their best friend Freddie. They both knew things were about to get a lot worse.
Edited May 9, 2013 by DESPERATIONMAN
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Chapter 3
Carly came home wanting to cry. How could her school be so unforgiving? No spare clothes for her to change into, no chance to go home and shower and detention for skipping lessons. She had to spend the whole day sat in her pee-soaked clothes, listening to people taunt her. It had been bad for everyone, both Sam and Freddy had been mocked in equal measure. Because of detention, they'd all had to walk back across the streets in pissy clothes. Carly's bladder has significantly weakened due to the morning's events, and by the time she reached her bathroom, she was desperate. She pulled the door handle. Locked.
"Spencer, are you in there?" Carly asked, bouncing up and down while jamming her hands into her crotch.
"Yeah, I just got in."
"How long are you going to be?" Carly worried about the prospect of another accident.
"20 minutes maybe. Why?"
"No reason." She lied. She knew she wouldn't last 20 minutes, but she wanted to try and see how long she could make it. She removed all her clothes, and put them in the washing machine before Spencer asked questions. She stood there completely naked in her kitchen, trying to hold the large amount of pee left inside her. She broke into a pee dance, while clutching her shaved fanny. She tried to relax watching TV, but her thoughts drifted to the events earlier. How Sam looked in utter desperation, the way she broke into a sweat, the way her eyes filled with tears, the way the bent over forwards to keep her pee in, the way she stuck her hands into her crotch. And then the relief, the moans, the pee dripping out of her cotton panties.And then afterwards. The way her breasts felt, the look of her hairy soaked vagina. This was weird, Carly thought. Normally, she'd be repulsed by bodily functions, yet now, all she wanted was to see Sam naked and desperate to pee. It was the same for Freddy. Carly had never usually thought of him as more than a kind friend, but after seeing him wet himself after a period of desperation, she kind of saw him as boyfriend material. Her thought's were interrupted as a short burst of pee leaked on the couch.
"Shit" She said, desperately sticking her fingers into her peehole in order to stop anymore leakage. This was bad, she needed somewhere to pee and quick.
"Spencer open up. I'm about to piss myself!" Carly yelled, as another spurt of wee gained freedom.
"WHAT?" Spencer shouted.
"I'M ABOUT TO WEE MYSELF"
"WHAT?"
"NEVER MIND!"
Carly needed a back up plan. She grabbed a small drinking glass from the counter, placed her pussy lips inside the glass and began to urinate. The pee made a harsh dripping sound on the glass, and Carly pulled a relieved facial expression. But this was short lived, as she realised the glass was too small. She had to stop her stream. She pressed her hands against her squirting pee hole, and while her hands dampened a bit, she managed to temporarily stop the flow, albeit while in agony herself. She used her hands to lift her up onto the counter. Moving her hand caused her urethra to squirt pee at the floor, but she managed to position herself over the sink. She once again let her pee go while her bottom was carefully positioned over the sink. At that moment, Sam and Freddy both walked in.
"Carly?" Sam asked, looking flustered herself.
"Oh God, I'm so embarrassed," Carly exclaimed, blushing.
Freddy just stared open mouthed. Seeing Sam half naked before was good, but now he saw his crush of five years fully naked, while peeing in a sink. For the most mortifying day of his life, it had gone pretty well.
"Shit, is there something wrong with your bathroom? Because I really need to pee again." Sam asked, breaking into a pee dance.
"No, but Spencer's using it."
"Crap, I'm leaking here." Sam put her hands into her knickers in order to stop any further damage. Freddy just looked on in ecstasy.
"I'd better get dressed before Spencer comes out."
Freddy admired as Carly's naked body ran past him,and then turned his attention to Sam, who was sat on a stool with her hands dug deep into her crotch. Freddy was still annoyed at Sam, who had tickled him until he wet himself again on the way home, so he decided to get even. He slowly turned the water tap on.
"Knock it off you bastard, I really have to go."
"Unlucky."
"Come on, I'm going to wee myself."
"Like I did before?"
"Fuck off Freddy."
Spencer walked out of the bathroom, but it was Freddy who ran in and locked the door.
"Come on Freddy, I'm leaking her." She was right, pee had slowly started dribbling out of her panties.
"Come on Freddy, let her go." Carly had emerged, wearing a sexy miniskirt and a white tshirt that showed off her purple bra,
"Fine," Freddy groaned.
Sam waddled in to the bathroom, but a big wet spot had formed on her jeans. Using all her willpower, she managed to get her jeans and severely dampened panties off. While she relieved her full bladder, Freddy decided to take a big risk.
"Carly, I've liked you for ages now, and I know you could do a lot better, but no-one could love you as much as I love you. Will you consider being my girlfriend."
"Freddy that's so sweet. I'd love to." Before today, Carly would have let him down gently, but now she felt Freddy really was right for her. As Sam emerged looking relieved, Carly broke the news.
"Me and Freddy are going out!"
"Really?" Sam looked strangely disappointed. "Um... I'm happy for you guys." That couldn't be any further from the truth. She'd grown to really like Freddy, despite giving him a hard time. She was days away from asking him out herself, and had always been jealous of Freddy's obsession with Carly. She'd go home and cry later, but now she had to pretend to be happy for her two best friends new found relationship." |
Chapter 4
A week had gone since that strange day, and it had been a strange week to follow it. Carly and Freddy's new found relationship had left Sam alone and jealous, while mocking had continued about the wetting. iCarly had been aired as usual, and Sam decided it would be funny to tell their story. They told it in full detail, and had overwhelming response asking Carly and Sam to have a holding contest. Carly thought about this as she straightened her hair. Did she want the public to see her possibly wet herself, or at least come close to wetting herself? Just telling the story made her feel sick. But then it had felt amazing when she did piss herself, and she would secretly love to see Sam desperate again. She looked at her clock. Half past six. She had loads of time. Freddy had organised a date for them to go and see some crappy Titanic remake that he thought would be romantic, but she thought would be long and boring. Nevertheless, she was happy to be going on this date, and she hoped they'd be too busy making out to concentrate on the film. Carly put her sexiest black lingerie on, a denim mini skirt and a white jumper. Her hair was now done, so she just had her make up to do. She took a large swig of Cola from her almost empty glass and began to apply the make up. By the time she was finished, the doorbell rang and Freddy was waiting.
"Hi Carls, ready to go?" he asked, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Sure," she said, downing the rest of her Coke.
Carly followed Freddy into the taxi he had booked. Freddy was wearing casual jeans and a grey hoodie. She liked the fact that he never felt the need to over impress her since they started going out. It had been a relaxing relationship so far.
"You look nice," Freddy commented, although really his teenage mind was interested in what was underneath the clothes.
"You too babe." Carly returned the compliment. The two continued their pleasant conversation until they reached the cinema. Freddy stepped out of the taxi, and held his arm out to help Carly out.
"What a gentleman." Carly exclaimed, as Freddy tried to get a glimpse up her miniskirt. He thought he saw the edge of some black panties, but he couldn't be certain. Freddy paid the taxi driver and they went inside to get their tickets. After that, they went straight to the refreshment line.
"Two extra large cokes please." Freddy asked.
Carly grimaced slightly. The medium sized cokes usually filled her small bladder to the brim, so she wasn't sure how she'd put up with the extra large coke. She couldn't do anything about it now though, as Freddy had already paid. It didn't help that she already felt a minor urge in her bladder. She thought about going to the restroom, but she decided against it. The two got seats right by the wall and at the back, so no one could see what they were doing. Their plan was quickly foiled however, as four people sat right next to them. This worried Carly, as she was naturally shy and wouldn't want to have to excuse herself to the bathroom if she had to ask them. She slumped in her seat, and took a big sip of coke in the process.
The film was about an hour in now, and Freddy uncomfortably shifted in his seat. He was so thirsty at the start of the film that he had almost downed his coke 20 minutes in. He was beginning to regret this now as he desperately crossed his legs. It didn't help that the entire film was set on the ocean, and therefore with a continuous soundtrack of crashing waves and dripping water. He was starting to worry he'd wet himself in front of the most gorgeous girl he knew for the second time in a week. He grasped his crotch and hoped for the best.
Carly was now desperate for a wee, there were still two hours of the four hour film left, and she wasn't sure if she could make it one hour. Not even concentrating on the film helped, as it was so water based. She absentmindedly took a big sip of coke, and realised she'd finished the whole cup. Her bladder was now full of an extra large coke, on top of the coke she'd had before. She was at the stage of desperation she'd usually reach at the end of a film, but the end was nowhere near of this one. She was forced to stick her right hand to hold her crotch, in slim hope she could make it till the end of the film.
Great, the crash has started, Freddy thought sarcastically. This involved a great deal of water leaking out of pipes, splashing waves, and continuous shots of the bathroom flooding. And he was in danger of leaking too, his bladder was full of recycled coke, and he knew it was only a matter of time before it soaked his boxers. He was absolutely busting for a pee. He looked over at Carly, and saw her hands jammed into her crotch. Her eyes were full of tears.
"Carly do you have to pee?"
"I'm bursting." Carly could barely talk. Some pee leaked into her knickers as she said this. She gasped, and crossed her legs to ease the pain. "I'm going to wet myself any minute."
"Come on, let's go!" As Freddy stood up, a big spurt of pee leaked out of his boxers. He paused to compose himself, then slowly pushed through the people sitting next to them. Carly was having bigger problems, her wee was trying to force itself out of her urethra. She slowly got herself up, but couldn't let go of her crotch. The film then showed some crashing waves as the worst time, and Carly almost lost her fight with her bladder there and then. A small spurt of urine welled up in the crotch of her panties, put she managed to make it out of the theatre without wetting herself. When she got out, she saw two things that made her heart sink. Firstly, the line to the ladies was very long, and it would take at least 5 minutes to make it into a stall. Secondly, at the back of the line were two of the bitchiest girls from school, who kept giving her a hard time after her accident. There was no way she could let them see her like this. Freddy was on his way to the men's bathroom, but Carly dragged him back.
"There's no way I'm going with them there." she hissed.
"But I'm going to piss myself!" complained Freddy.
"Come on," she said. She headed towards the emergency exit, and when no one was looking, pushed the door to bring them to the back of the cinema. "I'm sure there's a toilet round here!"
Carly hobbled in utter desperation, while Freddy carried on behind, hands gripping his penis to stem the flow. Freddy was ready to piss himself, but he dragged himself to the side of the road. He struggled to get his cock out of his jeans without completely soaking his boxers, but he did eventually, and sighed as a stream of urine flowed out. The relief was something else, but Carly looked furious.
"So now I'm the only one of us who has to pee? How is that fair?" Carly now had both hands up her skirt and had her legs tightly crossed. The sound of Freddy's trickle wasn't helping, so she decided to keep on going.
"I'm sorry Carly, but these are my favourite jeans."
"Yeah, and these are my favourite panties," she pulled up her miniskirt revealing her sexy black knickers, much to Freddy's pleasure. Another spurt of pee leaked out, and Freddy could see it darken her panties slightly. "But you don't see me taking them off and wetting on the street."
"Carly, just pee."
"I'm not peeing myself again. I am old enough to control my own bladder." She continued to stride towards the fabled bathrooms. Another spurt leaked out, but she soon saw the public bathroom. At that point, her bladder almost voided completely.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. She ran inside as fast as her aching bladder would allow her. As it looked empty, Freddy decided to follow her into the ladies. He heard a shriek coming from Carly.
"EW!!" Carly was looking at a disgusting unflushed toilet bowl with a seat covered in urine. She was on the verge, and a long spurt leaked out of her panties.
"What are you going to do?" Freddy asked.
Carly broke into a full pee pee dance, while desperately holding her crotch. Her bladder decided to make the decision for her. Initially the pee pooled at the crotch of her panties, but soon, they were full to capacity and it trickled down her legs. Freddy was so turned on by this, and took the opportunity to place his hand on her still urinating crotch. Carly moaned in relief as her extremely full bladder emptied.The pee collected in Freddy's hand, this was the most intimate as he had ever been with a girl. With Carly still peeing, Freddy grabbed her to the floor and started passionately kissing her, while exploring every inch of her soaked knickers. After 5 minutes of kissing, the two sat up, both amazed at the experience. Freddy had Carly's urine all over his lap now, while Carly was covered in her own urine, but they both knew that there was something about peeing that really turned them on. It was Carly who spoke first.
"I think we should do the holding contest." |
Chapter 5
Freddy had set up everything in anticipation for the big holding contest. He wanted to make sure viewers missed nothing, so had positioned cameras all across the house, including the bathroom. He had layered the floor with towels to prevent too much cleaning, and he had filled his computer with water sounds if he needed to speed the show up. He had also devised a number of challenges which he would keep secret from the girls. He had asked them to come while needing to pee, so they could empty their bladders live, and make the contest fair. Freddy was really excited about this, he had been having several fantasies about this throughout the week. He wondered how this would change the dynamic within the group further. He secretly hoped it would, as he was starting to find Sam sexually attractive.
The doorbell rang, Freddy ran downstairs in anticipation. Stood on the doorstep was Carly and Sam. Carly was wearing a pink cardigan over a white t-shirt, and you could see her purple bra through it. Freddy wondered if her jeans were hiding panties of the same colour. She had her hands lightly placed on her crotch, and she smiled nervously as Freddy leaned in to hug her, putting pressure on her bladder. Sam meanwhile was wearing a black t-shirt, a short skirt and black tights, and stood there bouncing up and down.
"When are we starting this?" Sam asked, quivering in desperation.
"5 minutes, you both look ready for this!" Freddy gleefully answered.
"I don't see why we have to go to the toilet on camera. Surely they see enough with the holding contest?" Carly asked, hoping for a bit more privacy.
"Gets them onside from the first minute. It's how all good holding contests start... probably." Freddy was keen to cover his tracks. He didn't particularly want them to know that he was really into omorashi now, and had spent the past week pleasuring himself to videos of that nature. Carly would kill him.
Freddy led the girls upstairs, both followed on slowly due to the pressure in their bladders. Carly crossed her legs as she sat down, while Sam opted to stand up with her hand placed in between her legs, while she bent over slightly. Neither of them had been to the bathroom since the morning, so they were both pretty desperate. The three chatted about the webshow for a few minutes, before Freddy got them ready.
"Okay, one minute to go, can you both stand in the middle?" he asked.
Sam kept her legs close together as she moved, while Carly held her hands between her leg.
"Live in 3... 2... 1..." Carly moved her hand from her legs at the last second.
"Hi you're watching iCarly." Sam put on her best fake smile to hide the fact that she was bursting for the loo.
"We've been reading through all your emails, and it seems that you all want us to do a challenge." Carly couldn't help shaking a bit as she spoke.
"And the most common challenge was for us to hold our pee."
"So we've delivered, and today, the show will last until both of us have peed."
"But first, we both kind of have to pee already, so we need to do that before we start. This will be filmed so you can enjoy every minute of the show."
"Wait Sam, who's going to go first?"
"I have a coin here, let's do heads or tails."
"Okay, you call."
"Tails."
Sam tossed the coin in the air. She caught it on a jumper, and hoped it'd say heads. She moved the palm of her hand, and sighed. Tails.
"You win Carls, be quick." Sam grabbed her crotch as she said this.
Carly awkwardly ran to the toilet, begging herself to hold on. She ran inside, quickly pulling her jeans and purple knickers down. She positioned her bottom over the toilet, and tried to let go. It was hard peeing with 1 million people watching though. The pee was desperate to come out, but nothing was happening. Sam banged on the door desperately, before realising Carly had forgotten to lock the door.
"Sorry Carls, I was about to piss myself."
She jumped in the shower and pulled her tights off revealing white panties. She groaned as she peeled them off, and she squatted over the plughole. She released her pee, moaning as she did so. The pee splashed against the glass of the shower, and pooled around the plughole. The sound was enough for Carly, and she relaxed to allow the pee to trickle out of her urethra. The urine splashed against the water in the bowl, and Carly's mouth gaped open in relief. After she finished, she wiped herself and passed the toilet roll to Sam while pulling her knickers and jeans up. Sam did the same, turned the shower on briefly to clean up her mess, and put her pee soaked tissue in the bin. They were now ready to begin this holding contest.
Freddy had laid out a table with two chairs opposite each other, with a large glass of soda for each of them. Carly and Sam both sat down, presuming the seats were laid out for them.
"Okay, so how's this going to work?" Carly asked.
"Well," Freddy used his best gameshow host voice. "Every 30 minutes, you will drink a large glass of soda as quickly as possible. You will have to do some various challenges as selected by the viewers in between this time. This water feature will be running the whole time to make it more difficult, and every 5 minutes, you will hear the sound of a flushing toilet. And this water feature will be running constantly."
Sam and Carly both looked at the water feature Freddy was pointing at. It was just a small fountain, yet it constantly made a tantalising dripping sound, that made you have to pee, even if you'd just been. This would be torture, they both though.
"Okay, we're ready." Sam answered, although she wasn't really.
"Cool, you may start drinking... now!"
Sam and Carly both grabbed their soda, and chugged it down their throats. Halfway through, Carly paused to take a breath, but Sam got it all down with remarkable speed. Carly finished a good ten seconds later, while Sam burped loudly as a result.
"Okay, your first challenge is to talk about the first time you wet yourselves. Sam, you go first."
Sam contemplated it. She had had quite a few accidents in her time, but she couldn't remember which was actually her first
"When I was ten, my whole family went on holiday. I had had loads to drink before we left and it was a five hour car journey. It was about an hour in when I first needed to pee, but my dad told me to hold it. I was desperate half an hour later, and just kept begging my dad to let me go. Eventually, he pulled over at the side of the road, after I told him I was leaking. I tried to make it to the bushes, but as I was getting out of the car, my bladder gave up and I pissed myself. I had to drive all the way there in soaked jeans."
Freddy could barely contain his interest, but he managed to keep calm when he asked Carly.
"I think it was at the start of middle school. I'd heard loads of rumours that all the bullies stayed in the bathroom all day, so I was desperate to stay away from there. It lasted well until the end of the day when I really had to pee. I managed to make it home, but by this stage I was bursting. It was then I realised I didn't have my key, so I had to wait for my brother to get back. Unfortunately he took too long and I wet myself outside the front door."
“Wow.” That was all Freddy could muster. He stayed out of shot to hide his obvious erection from the cameras. The two continued with the show as normal, until half an hour had passed. It was time for some more soda.
“How do you two feel?” Freddy asked.
“Not too bad, I have to pee a little bit though.” Carly replied.
Sam had drunk her drink faster, so it had already been in the bladder for a while.
“Getting a bit desperate now, not going to lie.” Sam crossed her legs at this point.
“Get ready to get a bit more desperate.” Freddy evily grinned.
Once again, the two downed their sodas, and were eager to hear about their next challenge.
“Okay, now you have to sit on the toilet as if you were about to pee, have the tap running, but hold it for 15 minutes.”
“Should be able to do that.” Carly looked confident, although her bladder was filling up faster than she’d have liked.
Sam looked a lot less confident, she was already holding herself, and she looked in dismay as Freddy read the challenge.
“Carly, as you went first last time, Sam will this time.”
“What do I do then?” Carly asked, hoping it’d be something gentle.
“It doesn’t say. Just sit by the water feature.”
“Fine..” Carly grumbled. She was now forced to hold herself to stop any pee leaking out.
Sam wriggled her tights and knickers off, positioned herself on the toilet. She turned the tap on, but had to quickly plug her peehole to prevent pee leaking out. She tried to drown out the sound of running water with her thoughts, but it was no use. This was going to be a long 15 minutes. After 13 minutes of struggling, she was really desperate, and the pee was constantly on the verge of escaping. She gasped as a small spurt of wee threatened to escape
“This is bad Freddy, I’m about to leak.”
“Its Carly’s turn now anyway.”
“Can I pee?” begged Sam.
“No.”
Sam groaned, pulling up her panties and tights. Her bladder was visibly full now, and she wasn’t sure if she could last much longer. Her bladder had already been weakened after earlier, and she was bursting to let it all go. Carly meanwhile was sat next to the water feature, leaning on it with her hands pushed into her crotch. She was now dying for a pee, and wasn’t looking forward to the next 15 minutes. Sam shuffled out of the bathroom, walking in a strange way to Carly’s seat. Carly’s bladder almost gave up at the sight of the toilet, so she had to try her hardest to complete the challenge. As her bottom touched the seat, she almost started absent mindedly peeing. Instead, she grabbed her peehole and tried her very hardest to hold her urine inside her. It burned her urethra as it begged for escape, but Carly was determined to win the holding contest. Sam meanwhile had her legs tightly crossed, and was constantly holding her crotch. She bounced up and down, whilst begging Freddy to end it.
“Please, I’m going to wee myself.”
Freddy felt his dick harden at this point. “Sorry Sam, we did agree this.”
“Fine,” Sam sighed, whilst checking her crotch for any leakage.
Carly only had three minutes to hold, but she now had to focus her whole mind on not peeing. She had never been this desperate in her life, not even at the cinema. It actually hurt to hold her urine in. She really wanted to beat Sam though, as she had mocked her about her weak bladder recently. After what felt like an eternity, Freddy came in, with 2 glasses of soda and Sam holding her urine in with all her strength. The two winced as they downed their glasses, Carly had to double over to stop herself from wetting her pants. Freddy meanwhile had began to urinate. The steady stream was torture to Sam and she couldn’t help but leak a bit.
“Oh my God, I’m leaking!” she exclaimed. “Why do that?!”
“I was desperate” Freddy winked evily.
The flush made it worse, both girls having to tightly cross their legs.
“Anyway, your next challenge is to do the show as normal, but everytime you hold your crotch, you get tickled for three seconds, and drink soda for five.”
Both gasped at the task. Freddy had also opted to do it right by the water fountain making it even harder. The two held their crotches for as long as they could until the challenge officially started.
“3...2...1... Go”
Sam began speaking, and although Carly was listening, she had almost completely zoned out. Her bladder felt like it was going to explode, the urine was only being held in by her tightly crossed legs. Without really thinking, she stuffed her hand down her crotch as her bladder spasmed again.Freddy began tickling her, and she again had to be alert to stop herself from leaking. However drinking the soda afterwards meant a little trickle of pee escaped. She now stood up, hopping from foot to foot to contain her urine.
As Carly began speaking, Sam felt as though she wanted to cry. She no longer felt the thrill of being close to wetting herself, but felt the pain of a full to capacity bladder. Another spurt leaked out, but there was no stopping it this time. The spurt increased to a trickle, and then a full blown accident, as urine flowed out of Sam’s peehole, through her panties, and showed up on her jeans. Carly ran as fast as she could to the bathroom, knowing she’d won. The sight of the toilet was enough however, and despite getting her jeans halfway down, she just let the rest of her urine out in her knickers.The filming quickly stopped, and Freddy could barely believe what he had just seen. Sam just wept with joy, lying on the floor with piss soaked jeans, while Carly was now on the toilet, releasing the rest of her pee. Freddy knew that at that moment, he was one of the luckiest boys in America. |
Sorry for the length we got kinda.... Carried away.I was a babysitter and she was a little girl.This is unedited SO there are a bit of spelling mistakes.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------You: (I walk into the room)Hi amy im ashley ill be your babysitterStranger: hii *acts sweet at 1st wait until later*You: Honey why are you squirming?Stranger: cause i can! *spits at your face* haha *runs around*You: HEY YOU LITTTLE BUGGERYou: *I grab your arm*Stranger: MEEEH!! *tries to get out of you're grip*You: Lets just watch tv honey.You: And stop acting bad we have a month together and i WILL spank youStranger: HMPH! *crosses arms*You: Here girlYou: Ill even be niceYou: You dont have to go to bed till 10You: Deal?Stranger: deal..You: Now its already 9.....You: But WHY ARE YOU SQUIRMING?Stranger: NO BEDDIE BYE TIME! *runs around the house knocking things over* OR SPANKIE TIMEYou: *I grab your arm harder*You: THATS IT!Stranger: *growls* LET ME GO you're DUMB!You: STOP IT NOWYou: *I bend you over*You: I WILL SPANK YOUStranger: *i bite you're leg until u leg go*Stranger: *letYou: AHYou: *I spank you hard*Stranger: *cries loudly like a baby* Waaaaah!!!!You: Bed timeYou: NOWStranger: NO!You: *I throw you on the bed.*You: (Try to take this into the morning so we can do something fun ;D)Stranger: (( hehe ok :3)) *crying my eyes out*You: *I close your door*Goodnight honey.Stranger: *sniffles,gives the finger while you're not looking*You: I close my door and go to sleepStranger: *falls asleep,now morning* zzzzzzzYou: *I yell for you from downstairs*You: AMYYYYYYYou: BreakfasttttttStranger: *wakes up* hm? okays *i jump from my bed and come down stairs,sees a high chair* whats that for? o.oYou: Sorry girly but your parents said so...Stranger: whaaaa?! WHYYY? IM NOT A BABY!You: I know honey......You: But listenYou: If your nice we can go outside to the poolYou: K?Stranger: okay.....*slowly comes over*You: *We eat breakfast*You: Alright girl.You: Wanna go to the pool?Stranger: ya!You: *I notice you squirming*Alright but do you have to potty first?Stranger: no! im fine lets go!You: Haha okay go upstairs and ill help get your swimsuit on...Stranger: okays *runs upstairs* X3You: *I come in your room*You: Okay pick out your suit.Stranger: okay :3 *picks a cute princess bikini*You: *I pull down your pajama pants*You: Honey your panties are wet.You: Do you have to go potty?Stranger: *blushes dark* noYou: Come on to the bathroom.Stranger: *shakes head no*You: If you dont wanna be treated like a baby dont act like one.Stranger: .....meeeh...*heads for the bathroom*You: *The door is locked*Stranger: *tries opening it* Its locked!! *trying not to pee* D"XYou: *I notice a slip of pee on your panties*You: Your a big girlYou: You can hold it.Stranger: o-ok..*few sec later,pees self* *tries to hide it before i cry*You: Amy!Stranger: 3: i-im sorry!You: The hell!?Stranger: i couldnt hold it in *cries*You: Its okay dont cry.....You: But if your gonna act like a baby...You: I have to put you in a diaperStranger: :o No plz dont!You: ill think about it in the poolYou: Get your suit on and meet me down there*I go down to the pool*Stranger: *follows*You: AmyYou: Get your suit onYou: NOWStranger: *gets it on fast* :3You: *I open the door to the pool*Stranger: *goes in* X3You: *We stay in for about 3 hours*You: Alright girlyYou: Lets get out.Stranger: Awee 3: but i love the pool...*peeing in it*You: AMY!You: Are you peeing!?Stranger: No! im just swiming!!You: No you are not!You: get out.You: Your getting in a diaperStranger: NOOOO!! I dont want one! im 7! *swims under*You: *I swim over and grab you and pull you out.*Stranger: *crying loudly in public* D"XYou: HEYYou: (This is a private pool)You: Get upstairs NOWStranger: (( ohh :p but ppl could be watching from somewhere else)) FINE! *goes upstairs with tears in eyes,whispers ->* bitch...You: I HEARD THATStranger: I DONT CARE *slams door and locks it*You: Come on amy.....You: Just be nice and i wont put you in a diaper alright?Stranger: ok...but um *blushing* i kinda want one on... (( if this was for real i would want a diaper on :3))You: Well.....You: ill think about it JUST COME OUTYou: (Dont worry ill make this really hot)Stranger: okay *unlocks door,slowly comes out* (( hehe))You: I have to go to the bathroom real quick okay?Stranger: okayYou: Can you stay here by yourself for a sec?Stranger: yesh i can :3You: OKay......You: *The door is locked*AH!Stranger: *giggles* :3 you're a big girl u can hold it to! :DYou: Well i guess your right....You: But i have to go pretty bad.Stranger: u have to hold it *smirks* :3You: I dont know if i can...Stranger: fine me just get a diaper for you :3You: HEYYou: I'm a big girl.You: I dont need diapersStranger: i dont either but u do of course *sees a big pee mark on you're pants* diaper time :)You: NOYou: Go uh...You: Its almost 8You: Go to your roomStranger: Nah :3 its almost you're bed time *grabs you're hand,takes you to a changing table puts a diaper on u there are no tabs only a lock and i have the key*You: HEYYou: Go to bed NOWYou: *I grab you*Stranger: *smacks you're hand* bad baby who's the one in diapers? not me so bed time for you! *takes you and puts you on my bed* nighty night big baby :3 *locks my door shut*You: *I go to the bed ad slam my door*Stranger: NO slamming young lady or bad little baby gets a spanking!Stranger: x3You: *i go to sleep*Stranger: *the next day i come in with a bottle* good morning little baby :3 i have a nice bottle ready for you *checks you're diaper*You: *I am wearing pajama pants*NO!You: (Can i be back in control?)You: Stop it now!Stranger: (( yea in a sec :3)) *pulls you're pants down* awe u went potty! *changes,you're chance to take control*You: THATS ITStranger: huh?You: JUST BE NICEYou: ALRIGHTYou: Or ill call your parentsStranger: nuuuu dont!!!!You: That what i thought.You: Now.You: I unlocked the bathroom.You: but YOU have to use a diaprStranger: but...im not a baby....and the bathroom is unlockedYou: FineYou: Ill get you dressedYou: Go to your room.Stranger: okay *goes to my room*You: *I come in with you.*You: Alright....You: We are not going anywere today.You: So......You: Just put on new pajamas.Stranger: okay *puts some new pjs on*You: Give me your old panties....Stranger: *gives them*You: AMYYou: Did you wet yourself?Stranger: n-no!You: yes you did!Stranger: im a good girl im dry!You: (Can we do a thing were you get sick and wont go to the bathroom?)You: JustYou: Go play.Stranger: (( sure)) *coughs,sniffles*You: Whats wrong/Stranger: i think im sickYou: Oh great.........................You: Come in my roomYou: Ill turn the tv on for you.Stranger: okay..*goes to you're room coughin*You: *I take your temp*You: Wow....You: Your burning up....Stranger: 3: i dont think ill be able to get up....You: Alright honey....You: Do you need anything?Stranger: a drink plz? *baby bottle instead cuz big cups might spill on me*You: Alright....You: *I go pour some milk and bring it to you.*Stranger: a baby bottle? *coughs*You: I just dont want you to spill it.Stranger: okay *drinks it*You: Anything else?Stranger: i need the bathroom (( for real to and im holding it in..))You: Well get up.... ( lol im wearing a diaper in real life.)Stranger: (( lucky....)) i-i cant im to weak (( i do get to weak when im sick then if i make it to the bathroom i shake so much i cant go...))You: Awwww honey...You: Need a diaper?Stranger: *blushes,nods* yes plz i actually want one on...*giggles then coughs*You: Alright...You: *I pull down the blankets and your pajama pants*Stranger: *smiling as u do so*You: Do you want to keep your panties on>Stranger: *shakes head no*You: *I take your panties off*You: Lift up.Stranger: okay *lifts up;*You: *I put the diaper on you*Stranger: *giggles,pokes it* its soft :3You: Haha i know...Stranger: *pees in it* <3You: Haha you really had to go..Stranger: yep now it all filled up <3Stranger: x3You: Well do you need anything else?Stranger: a change? pweasseYou: No.You: Keep that one onStranger: why? :"(Stranger: *i begin to squirm,feeling uncomfortable*You: Just lay down.You: Ill change you later.Stranger: ok...*lays down*You: Anything else you need?Stranger: more baba? *blushes*You: Not right nowYou: I REALLY have to pee.Stranger: Hehe :3You: DID YOU LOCK THE BATHROOM!?Stranger: noStranger: *smirks*
----------------------------------------------------------We never got to finish :p if you wanna keep this going say so in the comments. |
This was just a short deviation from spider-girl and resolution. I will update this story when ever I feel like it or I hit writer's block with my other two stories. This story actually takes place in 2017 America.
The world seemed to be drowned in a gray hue as storm clouds collected overhead. A tall, blonde teenager moved quickly, as if to avoid the coming storm. Her unbuttoned red plaid blouse billowed behind her like a cloak as she dashed down the empty street. Her right hand remained at her side, grasping a willow stick that peeked from the waistband of her skinny jeans.
The young witch slowed her pace as she came into proximity of a McDonalds. Her stomach rumbled from beneath her royal blue t-shirt as she slowly made her way into the restaurant, trying to remain casual. As she entered the annex of the restaurant she quickly ran her fingers through her golden hair to make it look nice before entering to fast food joint.
She controlled her breathing and kept her emerald eyes on her feet as she stepped to the back of the short line. Her pail, pink fingernails tapped against her thighs as she waited for her chance to order. She pretended to be fascinated with the pre bought tears on the thighs and knees of her jeans as the line ambled forward.
The teen finally looked up as the cashier spoke. “What can I do for you?” The clearly bored, older girl asked in a monotone voice.
The blonde girl licked her ruby lips before speaking. “I would like a number 4 to go.” The girl replied, forcing her pleasant sounding voice to fill with confidence.
“What size?” The cashier replied.
“Medium.” The blonde shrugged.
“Great that will be $5.67.”
The blonde withdrew a wad of cash and fumbled through it till she withdrew six dollars, leaving only a couple of one dollar bills left. She paid and was in the process of stepping to the side when the cashier asked one last question.
“What’s your name for your order.”
“Samantha.” The blonde replied instinctively. She winced immediately but played it off as she leaned against the wall. The cashier however, took no notice and simply magicked a cup onto the counter and scrawled the name down simultaneously. She awkwardly made her way back to the counter to retrieve her cup a second later however and filled it with coke.
Sam returned to her position on the wall and waited for her order, periodically sipping from her cup. She found that staring at her drink gave her yet another excuse to avoid looking at the occupants of the restaurant without drawing attention to herself.
Finally Sam’s order came up and she quickly grabbed the bag of food and darted out of the McDonalds. Once she was back on the streets Hannah broke into a sprint, her eyes flitting between her surroundings and the angry looking clouds. Occasionally a car would speed down the street, paying the fleeing girl no attention.
Thankfully it wasn’t uncommon for the citizens of Elton Illinois to be in a hurry so no one stopped the frantic blonde as she made her way to her “home.”
A few blocks and narrow alleyways later and Sam emerged in front of a vacant split level house. She withdrew her wand as she skid to a halt at the door.
“Alohomora.” She muttered breathlessly. The tip of her wand lit up and the brass doorknob clicked. She quickly swung the door open and entered the threshold of the house. She slammed the door shut, locking it and placing a forgetting charm on the doorknob to prevent intrusion.
Now that Sam was in the comfort of the empty house she casually moved up the stairs and too the far room. She entered the barren room and muttered an incantation. Instantly the room filled with a slender mattress, barely wider than Sam’s slender frame, a pillow, black comforter, a hamper barely filled with dirty clothes and another with even less clean clothes. Next to the mattress were Sam’s two luxuries: a half empty bottle of pink nail polish and a thing of red lipstick.
Sam sat at the end of the mattress, her back against the wall as she laid out her food on the floor, using the wrapper on the sandwich as a plate. She flicked her wand towards the wall. “Lumos.” She spoke sending a blue ball of light to dangle at the edge of the room.
Finally Sam allowed herself to enjoy her meal as the sound of pouring rain began outside her house. She quickly finished her meal and discarded the balled up wrappers across the room, intending to throw them away later. She laid out across her mattress and stared at the white ceiling. She withdrew her wand and hesitantly set it aside before wrapping herself in her comforter.
After a few minutes of restless shifting sleep overtook Sam and the world faded away as she dreamt of a world without President Mark Hawthorne of the Wizarding World.
Sam awoke at some point in the night to find her bladder throbbing. She sat up in the dark room preparing to make the trek to the bathroom when she felt a sort of warning signal go off into her brain. She had never been great at divination but Sam felt like something was wrong. Along with her bloated bladder, her abdomen filled with a sense of dread.
Sam remained perfectly still, listening to the sound of rain and hopefully for a sign of security. Instead she heard her windows suddenly frost. In a single instant all of her happiness had been depleted. Her skin gather goosebumps and her breath billowed before her, entirely visible. She reached out for her wand, fumbling across the floor for it in futile effort.
Before she could find the versatile tool a dark figure appeared in the door way. A terrifying phantom floated before her, a black cloak like body billowed in the air as it approached. Fear and utter grief began to overtake Sam as it approached. Skeletal hands slowly reached for the phantom’s hood revealing it’s horrific, zombie-esque face.
Sam felt her life being drained out of her as she struggled to her feet. She sluggishly moved toward the window sill, just managing to yank it open and send tiny ice particles flying. She hoisted herself onto the ledge and began to slide out. Her vision grew dark around the edges as she felt the world fade once more. She felt the dementor grab at her leg just as she began to fall. The icy grasp broke as she plummeted to the grass below.
Sam grunted as she slammed to the ground. Her vision cleared, but only slightly. Utter despair still followed her like a shadow. Nevertheless she forced herself to move, despite how her body felt like it was made of lead.
The black ghost followed her through the window. Sam only barely noted that as she raced from its presences. She reached her arm backwards and summoned all her strength. “Accio wand.” Her wand flew through the air landing in her grasp. Unfortunately the act of using magic without a conduit left her drained. She forced herself to move from the dementors proximity, a task that quickly became futile.
Sam reluctantly turned around and grasped her wand with both hands. She grit her teeth and forced herself to recall a pleasant memory. She imagined her family, still intact. Her father was holding her mother around the waist, her younger sister was smiling and laughing. It was just the short memory, of her family that caused her to draw the strength to produce her wolf patronus.
“Expecto Patronum!” She shouted as her arms shook. A bright white light emitted from her wand tip. The light took the form of a wolf and quickly pounced on the dementor forcing it away.
Once the phantom was gone Sam felt the despair lift and her energy return. She stood up straight and moved to run once again.
“Expelliarmus!” Her wand shot from her hand and she stumbled backwards. She heard the wand hit the ground but couldn’t see where it landed.
“Stupefy!” a jet of red light narrowly missed her face. She wasn’t given any time to search for her wand and was forced to make a run for it. She knew she wouldn’t be able to accio her wand again after being disarmed, she would just have to hope to double back and find it later.
Sam dashed from her attacker, a tall wizard. He was well dressed and groomed. Short brown hair and a clean shaven face. His body was adorned in a grey three piece suit, including a black tie. In his extended hand was a Fir wand that cast another stupefy jinx.
Sam dodged the spell and continued to flee. Her grey vans slapped the wet cement of the sidewalk as she hurriedly ran through the night, hoping to escape in the darkness. She cursed as she found herself running down an empty residual street with no hiding spots. Sam found herself constantly ducking and dodging spells from the wizard behind her.
She came to a perpendicular intersection. She paused briefly as another wizard attacked from her right. Sam ducked below a fire spear and fled left. She found herself racing downhill in the middle of the street aiming to seek refuge in a large empty building at the end of the slope. She sped up forcing herself to move as fast as possible.
Suddenly her shoes lost traction on the wet concrete and Sam slammed to the ground on her hands and knees. She cursed as her bladder spasmed leaving a large wet patch on her crotch. She cringed as she pushed herself to her feet.
“Levicorpus!” Sam found her body flipping until she was suspended a foot in the air by her feet. She struggled frantically to regain her composure and return to the ground as her bladder spasmed violently. Hot golden rivulets began to cascade down her abdomen and the crevice between her breasts.
“Stupefy!”
The last thing Sam recalled before she blacked out was the unpleasant sensation of pee rolling down her body and streaming to the ground below, just inches from her own face. |
Before starting, you may feel a little bit weirded out by all those weird words. That's Portuguese. I write my stories both in Portuguese and in English. The original in Portuguese comes first, followed by the translation to English. I do this because I want my folks from Brazil to read it too. Dunno if there's any here. This one is part of a bigger story, but, as it features desperation, I decided to share it with you guys. Report any spelling or grammar mistakes, pretty please.
- Parece que a chuva parou – disse Sérica.
Os filhotes saíram da caverna. Era manhã.
- Nossa, que bom – falou Guino. - Afinal, não podia chover pra sempre.
Bolico foi o último a sair; ele tinha uma forte tendência a dormir demais.
- Alguém precisa procurar comida – disse Sérica.
- Quem te elegeu líder? - perguntou Guino.
- Bom, alguém aqui quer ser líder?
Ninguém respondeu.
- Então, esta sou eu – Sérica disse, dando um sorriso sarcástico. - Afinal, sou a mais velha do grupo. Não lhe devo explicações, pivete.
Sérica bagunçou o pelo da cabeça de Guino, irritando-o. Enquanto isso, Mático observava os arredores, em busca de presas potenciais. Eles estavam na frente da caverna em que se abrigaram à noite. Ao redor, árvores altas, a maioria frutíferas. Mas frutas são de pouco interesse para felinos. Aqueles gatos iriam, inevitavelmente, dar seus primeiros passos no terreno da caça, uma responsabilidade antes de seus pais.
Bolico, contudo, tinha outras preocupações: sua bexiga doía de tão cheia. Após ser abandonado e encontrar seus novos amigos, ele não teve chance de aliviar-se. Ele sentiu vontade pela primeira vez na noite anterior, mas, sendo tímido e assustado, não pôde urinar perto de gatos praticamente desconhecidos nem se afastar deles para usar um arbusto na selva.
Explicit Content Discretamente, ele apertou seu pênis (nenhum dos membros da antiga tribo usava quaisquer roupas), ganindo para si mesmo, esperando que, quando o grupo se separasse para caçar, ele pudesse ter um pouco de privacidade.
- Muito bem – disse Sérica. - Iremos caçar em duplas. Mamãe costumava fazer assim.
- Quem vai com quem? - Guino perguntou.
Sérica olhou para Mático, que ainda estava em silêncio, observando os arredores. Ele parecia competente.
- Eu vou com ele – Sérica apontou para Mático.
Mático olhou Sérica e assentiu.
- Então eu vou com o barrigudinho! - disse Guino, aproximando-se de Bolico e dando-lhe um amigável abraço no pescoço com um dos braços.
Os planos de Bolico de ter privacidade já estavam sendo boicotados e a caça nem sequer havia iniciado.
O grupo se separou. Bolico e Guino aventuraram-se dentro da selva. Bolico estava muito desconfortável; sua bexiga estava pesada e distendida. Ele passou a pata sobre ela e sentiu como se fosse explodir. Era como ter um balão cheio d'água, líquido este que movia-se de lá pra cá a cada passo.
Explicit Content Bolico agarrou-se sua pequena vergonha novamente e parou de andar por alguns segundos.
Guino percebeu.- Algo errado, cara? - ele perguntou.
- Não... Estou bem... - Bolico mentiu.
- Sério? - Guino aproximou-se de Bolico. - Você parece sentir dor em algum lugar.
- Estou bem, sem truques – Bolico assegurou, embora sua postura denotasse o contrário.
Guino sabia que algo estava errado, mas resolveu acreditar no colega. Guino então sentiu sua própria bexiga demandar alívio. Sem vergonha, Guino simplesmente virou-se para o lado, pôs-se em posição e começou a despejar sua urina na trilha de areia em que andavam, bem à frente de Bolico. O cheiro de urina ascendeu às narinas do pobre e desesperado felino gordo e a visão provocante de urina fugindo da bexiga de seu colega fazia todos os seus músculos contraírem, tanto os que eram a favor do alívio quanto os que eram a favor do pudor.
- Ah, como é bom mijar, não concorda? - perguntou Guino ao seu amigo.
O sorriso satisfeito de Guino quase desapareceu quando a micção terminou, deixando um sorrisinho vestigial. Bolico olhou a poça ser absorvida pela areia, ainda em posição de repressão. “Preciso achar um lugar pra mim agora!”, ele pensou, “Não posso fazer isso na frente dele, não com a mesma facilidade que ele faz em minha frente”.
- Ei, Guino... - disse Bolico, pronto para inventar mais uma mentira.
- Sim? - Guino perguntou, olhando para seu colega.
Explicit Content Os olhos de Bolico miraram uma gotinha de xixi no orgulho de Guino.
Bolico contorceu-se um pouco mais, lutando por controle.
Explicit Content Ele estava quase completamente curvado, agarrando seu pipi como que agarrando sua dignidade, sua face mostrava nada além de dor.
- Eu confesso que não me sinto bem... - Bolico continuou.
- Eu sabia – Guino sorriu, ocupado demais saboreando o fato de estar certo para sentir empatia por Bolico. - O que você sente?
Explicit Content Guino então percebeu a pata de Bolico agarrando sua vergonha.- Ah, você... quer “brincar aí embaixo”? - Guino perguntou.
- O quê? - Bolico gritou. - Não!
- Ei, ei, calma! Perdoe-me... Não sabia que era tão tímido – Guino percebeu que havia falado besteira. - Quero dizer, claro, claro que não...
Bolico havia ficado embaraçado demais para continuar.
Explicit Content Ele tirou sua patinha de seu pipi e assumiu a postura mais ereta que conseguiu.
- Quer saber? Estou bom o bastante para caçar... Depois eu tomo conta disto... - Bolico disse.
- Se você diz... - Guino chutou um pouco de areia sobre a marca que sua urina havia deixado e tornou a andar.
Bolico rosnou para si mesmo e esfregou o pé de sua barriga. Estava cheio, rígido e extremamente desconfortável.
Desnecessário dizer que a situação de Bolico ficava pior a cada segundo. Seus esforços em não demonstrar fraqueza só tornavam sua missão mais difícil. Sua bexiga crescia e seu esfíncter, obviamente, enfraquecia.
Explicit Content Vez por outra, ele tinha que apertar seu pipi para evitar que algo escapasse. Ele sentia sua modéstia ficar um pouco mais úmida a cada contração mal-sucedida de sua bexiga.
O desastre parecia iminente. Seu voto de parecer “apresentável” eventualmente caiu e ele voltou a se segurar desavergonhadamente.Guino escalava e descia de árvores, procurando quaisquer presas. Pássaros ou ratos seriam ótimos candidatos. Subitamente, o som de água corrente atingiu as apuradas orelhas dos dois gatos. Um rio! A possibilidade de encher a barriga de peixe distraiu Bolico de sua luta por alguns segundos, mas o som do rio lembrou-o de sua triste situação depois da excitação passar.
Os dois amigos seguiram o som até chegar à um calmo rio. O som da água cristalina batendo nas pedras era engraçado e, de fato, vários peixes passavam pelo rio constantemente, sem falar que o rio era raso.
- É nossa chance! - Guino pulou nas pedras e, de pedra em pedra, chegou ao centro do rio.
O rio era raso o bastante para que ele fosse andando até lá, mas Guino realmente não gostava de se molhar, o que era esperado de felinos. Bolico experimentava contrações frequentes, agarrando-se sem misericórdia. Ele sentou-se sob uma árvore enquanto se forçava a assistir seu amigo pegar peixes no rio. O som da água chegava aos seus ouvidos e o fazia pensar em tudo o que não se podia pensar numa situação como aquela: como seria bom sua urina ser liberada, fazendo cócegas em seu interior, aliviando a dor que você sentia e fazendo aquele mesmo barulhinho engraçado que o rio fazia. Bolico começou a se imaginar urinando naquele rio, assistindo seu fluxo pessoal fazer comunhão com o agradável correr das águas que ele assitia no momento. As imagens tentadoras que lhe vinham à mente pareciam vir por si próprias e Bolico não tinha poder para pará-las. Ele começou a se contorcer novamente, trazendo seus joelhos para perto de seu peito, ainda se apertando com as duas patas superiores. Sua urina movia-se de um lado a outro para adaptar-se à nova posição e, a cada ameaça de alívio vergonhoso, ele sentia arrepios intensos, como aqueles que se sente ao urinar. Seu corpo o lembrava de como ele se sentiria bem ao liberar o conteúdo de sua bexiga, embora o fato de já haver urina presa em sua uretra, entre o esfíncter e o agarro das patas, denotasse que em breve isso não seria objeto de seu juízo.
Guino estava distraído. Será que ele notaria se Bolico se afastasse? Afinal, o lugar parecia deserto. Bolico tinha que tentar... Ele levantou-se e, quando o fez, não conseguiu ficar ereto; sua bexiga doía tanto que permanecer curvado parecia ser a melhor posição para estar. Bolico rapidamente pulou para trás de um arbusto, sem fazer barulho. Ele então agachou-se e suspirou. Finalmente, alívio. Doce alívio.
Ele deixou sua urina sair, o forte jato amarelo-bem-claro atingiu o chão. Claro que não fez o som que ele achou que fosse fazer, mas servia. Ele sorriu, apesar de estar quase tremendo com a possibilidade de ser pego em meio a um momento tão íntimo. A urina lavava seu interior e mandava-lhe arrepios por todo seu corpo. Era um longo jato que precisava ser expelido havia horas! O cheiro subiu e Bolico deliciou-se com o odor de urina fresca, da sua própria urina fresca. Era, para ele, uma festa de sensações maravilhosas sobre as quais ele nunca havia refletido antes. Ele já estava exausto de tanto segurar o xixi e deixá-lo ir, sentir todas essas coisas, era como uma recompensa por ter atingido algum tipo de linha de chegada. Foi um esforço quase atlético. Sentindo-se aventureiro, Bolico pôs as patas sobre sua bexiga e sentiu-a esvaziar, ficar menor sob seu toque. Finalmente, o jato terminou. Havia uma enorme poça sob as patas inferiores de Bolico. Era quentinha e Bolico ficou ali, na mesma posição, por alguns minutos, aproveitando a temperatura. Ele levantou-se quando estava completamente satisfeito, deixando atrás do arbusto um poça de urina já fria.
Aliviado, Bolico sentou-se sob a árvore novamente e assistiu seu colega trazer os peixes à margem, um após o outro. Uma vez que o trabalho parecia concluído, Guino e Bolico começaram a comer sua parte.
- Ei, vamos chamar os outros pra cá pra eles comerem também – sugeriu Guino, com a boca cheia de peixe cru.
Bolico assentiu e levantou-se, andando em seguida de volta à caverna. No caminho, ele refletiu sobre o que fez. Ele passou por um grande sufoco por causa de sua timidez e sabia que maior parte desse sufoco foi desnecessário. Mas ele não podia magicamente superar seu receio quanto às próprias funções corporais. No fundo, ele sabia que situações como aquela se repetiriam por causa de seu acanhamento.
- Seems like the rain stopped – said Sérica.
The cats left the cave. It was morning.
- Well, that's good – said Guino. - After all, it surely wouldn't rain forever.
Bolico was the last one to leave; he had a strong tendency to oversleep.
- Someone needs to look for food – said Sérica.
- Who gave you leadership? - asked Guino.
- Well, is there anyone here willing to be leader?
No one answered.
- So, that would be me – Sérica said, giving a sarcastic smile. - Plus, I'm the oldest in the group. I don't owe you explanations, twerp.
Sérica messed with Guino's head-fur, enraging the smaller cat. Meanwhile, Mático looked around, searching for potential preys. They were in front of the cave they spent the night in. In the surroundings, tall trees, loaded with fruits. But fruits are uninteresting for felines. Those cats would, inevitably, give their first steps in the hunting territory, which once was a responsibility of their parents.
Bolico, however, had other worries: his bladder was so full that it ached. After being abandoned and finding his new friends, he had no chance to relieve himself. He first felt the urge the night before, but, being shy and scared, couldn't urinate in front of unknown cats nor walk away and use a bush in the jungle.
Explicit Content Discreetly, he squeezed his penis (none of the members of the old tribe used any clothes), whimpering to himself, hoping that, when the group split to hunt, he could have some privacy.
- Alright – said Sérica. - We will hunt in pairs. Mommy used to do it that way.
- Who with who? - Guino asked.
Sérica looked at Mático, who was still silent, looking around. He seemed competent.
- I'm going with him – Sérica pointed at Mático.
Mático eyed Sérica and nodded.
- Then I'm going with the plump one! - said Guino, approaching to Bolico and giving his neck a friendly hug with one arm.
Bolico's plans of having privacy were already being boycotted and the hunt didn't even start.
The group splits. Bolico and Guino ventured inside the jungle. Bolico was very uncomfortable; his bladder was heavy and distended. He rubbed his paw over it and felt like he would explode. It was like having a balloon full of water, liquid that moved from side to side at every pace. Bolico grabbed his small shame again and stopped walking for some seconds. Guino noticed.
- Something wrong, dude? - he asked.
- No... I'm fine... - Bolico lied.
- Really? - Guino approached to Bolico. - Looks like you are hurting somewhere.
- I'm fine, no joke – Bolico assured, even if his posture suggested the opposite.
Guino knew that something was wrong, but decided to trust his friend. Guino then felt his own bladder demand relief. Shameless, Guino simply turned to the side, put himself in position and began to release his urine on the sand trail they were walking, right in front of Bolico. The scent of urine rose to the poor and desperate fat cat's nostrils and the teasing sight of urine fleeing from his friend's bladder made all his muscles contract, both the ones that urged Bolico to allow himself relief and the ones that kept tight locked out of shame.
- Ah, how nice it is to take a leak, don't you agree? - asked Guino to his friend.
Guino's satisfied smile almost disappeared when the urination ended, leaving a vestigial smirk. Bolico looked at the puddle being absorbed by the sand, still in a repressing position. “I need a place for myself right now!”, he thought, “I can't do it in front of him, not with the same neutrality he did in front of me”.
- Hey, Guino... - said Bolico, ready to make up another lie.
- Yes? - Guino asked, looking at his friend.
Explicit Content Bolico's eyes spotted a small drip of pee on Guino's pride.
Bolico squirmed a little more, fighting for control.
Explicit Content He was almost completely bent, holding his small thing as if holding his dignity, his face showing nothing but pain.
- I confess I don't feel good... - Bolico continued.
- I knew it – Guino smiled, too busy tasting the fact that he was right to feel empathy for Bolico. - What do you feel?
Explicit Content Guino then noticed Bolico's paw holding his shame.- Ah, you... want to “play down there”? - Guino asked.
- What? - Bolico yelled. - No!
- Hey, hey, calm down! Forgive me... I didn't know you were so shy – Guino noticed he had said something stupid. - I mean, of course, of course not...
Bolico became too embarrassed to continue. He pulled his paw off his dripping faucet and assumed the most erect position he could.
- You know what? I'm fine enough to hunt... I'll take care of this later... - Bolico said.
- If you say so... - Guino kicked some sand over the mark his urine left and resumed walking.
Bolico growled to himself and rubbed his underbelly. It was full, rigid and extremely uncomfortable.
Needless to say that Bolico's situation worsened by the second. His efforts in not showing weakness only made his mission harder. His bladder grew and his sphincter, obviously, weakened.
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Once in a while, he had to squeeze his small faucet to prevent something from escaping. He felt his modesty become more and more humid at every unsuccessful contraction from his bladder.
The disaster seemed imminent. His vow of looking “presentable” eventually fell and he resumed his shameless crotch grabbing.Guino climbed up and down on trees, looking for any preys. Birds and rats would be great candidates. Suddenly, the sound of running water hit the sensitive ears of both cats. A river! The possibility of filling his tummy with fish distracted Bolico from his fight for some seconds, but the sound of the river reminded him of his sad situation once the excitement ended.
The two friends followed the sound until they reached a calm river. The sound of crystal-clean water hitting the rocks was funny and, in fact, several fishes crossed the river constantly, not to mention the river was shallow.
- It's our chance! - Guino jumped on the rocks and, from rock to rock, arrived at the center of the river.
The river was shallow enough for him to walk there, but Guino really didn't like getting wet, which is expected from felines. Bolico experienced frequent contractions, grabbing himself mercilessly. He sat under a tree while he forced himself to watch his friend grab fishes from the river. The sound of water reached his ears and made him think about everything you couldn't think in a situation like that: how good it would be to release your urine, tickling your insides, easing the pain you felt and making that same funny noise the river did. Bolico started to picture himself urinating in the river, watching his personal stream join those pleasant waters he watched at that moment. The tempting images that came in his mind seemed to come by themselves and Bolico had no willpower to stop them. He started to squirm again, pulling his knees close to his chest, still grabbing himself with both paws. His urine sloshed from side to side to adapt to Bolico's new position and, every time his bladder contracted and threatened to force Bolico to release, he felt intense shivers, like those we feel when we urinate. His body reminded him of how good he would feel if he let go the contents of his bladder, even if some urine that was already released and was stuck in the urethra, between the sphincter and Bolico's tight grasp, warned him that soon the decision of having relief or not would not be up to him.
Guino was distracted. Would he notice if Bolico sneaked off? After all, the place seemed desert. Bolico had to try... He got up and, when he did, couldn't stand erect; his bladder hurt so much that staying bent over seemed to be the best position to be. Bolico quickly jumped behind a bush, without making noise. He squatted down and sighed. Finally, relief. Sweet relief.
He let the urine go, the strong almost-completely-clear-yellow jet hit the ground. Of course, it didn't make the noise he thought it would do, but still. He smiled, even if shaking with the possibility of being caught in the middle of such intimate moment. The urine washed his insides and sent him shivers through his whole body. It was a long jet that needed to be expelled since last night! The scent rose and Bolico delighted himself with the smell of fresh urine, his own fresh urine. For him, it was a party of marvelous sensations that he never took time to reflect about. He was exhausted from holding his pee for so long and letting it go, after all the things he had to go through, was like a reward for meeting a finish line. It was, indeed, an athletic effort. Feeling adventurous, Bolico put his hand-paws over his bladder and felt it deflate, becoming smalled under his touch. Finally, the jet ended. There was a huge puddle under Bolico's feet-paws. It was warm and Bolico idled there, in the same position, for some minutes, enjoying the warmth. He got up when he was fully satisfied, leaving behind the bush a puddle of already cold urine.
Relieved, Bolico sat under the tree again and watching his friend bring the fishes to the margin, one after another. Once the job seemed to be done, Guino and Bolico started to eat their share.
- Hey, go call the others here so they can eat as well – Guino suggested, with his mouth full of raw fish.
Bolico nodded and got up, walking back to the cave. On the way, he reflected about what he have done. He went through a great discomfort because of his shyness and knew that most of that discomfort was unnecessary. But he couldn't magically overcome his embarrassment towards his own bodily functions. Deep inside, he knew that situations like that would repeat over and over due to his bashfulness. |
Dear reader,
I do not own Harry potter J.K Rowling does. This was my first time writing something like this, so I was ashamed and filled most of it with fluff. As my writing progresses you will see some of the fluff goes away. Dracos gay, Harrys not.
They are abused. Not all parts of this story contain pee desperation.
Please comment ....
Malfoy Manor was a respected place, by everybody but the ten year old Draco Malfoy. He had respect and always used it, but Draco thought different then his father Lucius. He thought different about muggles and even about the Malfoy Way. Sometimes Draco Malfoy thought his father cared more about a those words then he did his own son. The Malfoy Way had six rules to it, his father added two of them. They rules were:
1)A Malfoy never shows weakness.
2)Never question the Dark Lord.
3)Don't speak unless spoken to.
4) Never treat muggles as equal, even in there world.
5)Never shame your family.
6)Act as a Man, or act as a Woman, but never act as a boy, or a girl.
Draco had never questioned his father. Lucius had strict punishment and methods of teaching ,and today he was enforcing one of his methods of teaching. So that brought him here, There stood a small blond boy in front of his father, expecting a punishment. He had no clue what he had done wrong, but Lucius always found something.
" .Draco." his father walked back and forth in patently. Draco shifted in his seat. "I have been going over the Malfoy way with you since you were seven. You are now ten. I have been waiting for a long time to teach you about the last rule." Lucius watched as Draco shifted again he knew the only rule they had not gone over was the fourth rule. Draco Malfoy saw nothing wrong with a muggle though." It is time Draco, I will be sending you to the muggle world tomorrow. There you will see how they act, you will go to a day of school there, and hopefully by the end of the day you will treat muggles the way they deserve." Draco opened his mouth but did not speak, speaking would result in consequences. " I will bring you back when I feel you are ready, no sooner." Lucius left the room. A house elf appeared from the corner .
"Young Master " He stuttered a bit as he was the oldest house elf." Lucius requested for me t bring you to bed early today." Draco nodded and took the house elf's hand. He wasn't tired, but he could easily fall asleep in his dark room. When inside his room the house elf handed him pyjamas, and then proceeded to go into one of the four corners of the large room. Draco thought about how painful it must be for a elf his age to sleep on the ice cold floor. He stared at the elf for a moment." Young Master have I done wrong" The house elf asked.
" No" Draco stated. He put on his pyjamas and laid down, He laid thinking for long time before finally falling asleep.
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"WAKE UP!" Lucius yelled, pulling the covers of his son. Draco squirmed in his bed trying to cover his eyes from the light. " Well come on now, we haven't got all day. "Draco jumped up out of bed not wanting his father to become madder at him.
"Father I cant exactly wear my robes to school, people would know I am different." Lucius rolled his eyes, Draco had made a mistake.
"Do you think I am stupid? Draco Malfoy! How many times have I told you not to question my abilities. All I have told you to do is get out of bed!" Draco saw it coming it was all but to easy to anger his father. Lucius hand balled up into a fist, then he relaxed it. Into the common slap Draco got when he could not be bruised. Rubbing his face Draco stepped towards his father.
"Now Draco, I am sorry you made me do that. I have plans arranged for you to get the muggle world but from there you must figure it out." Lucius quickly used a non verbal spell to change his son into muggle clothing. A green scoop neck much to big for the small boy ,and a pair of black school pants with a belt. Lucius summoned the elder house elf and whispered in ear.
"Young master are you ready?" The house elf held out its hand shaking.
"Yes but let grab something." Turning to make sure his father had left the room already Draco opened his bottom drawer, any grabbing three chocolate frogs two pouches of pumpkin juice. Quickly stuffing them into his pockets he turned back to the elf taking it hand.
" Were to?" The room spun quickly around them as they changed locations. Then it stopped.
"Were are we, This isn't a school?" Draco worried out loud, but the elf had disappeared. "Privet Drive, How odd ?Why would father send me here?" It was cold outside and very dark, Draco would have been scared had there not been a muggle just four houses down. The muggle was walking closer, Draco watched as he saw a plumper muggle leave from the same house in the opposite direction. The boy was getting closer, finally standing next to him. Draco must have looked confused because the boy spoke.
"Are you lost?" Harry asked, nobody went to the same school as him on there street. Harrys school was not like his cousins, almost nobody went to public schools anymore, but to his aunt and uncle that's what harry was. A nobody.
"Umm" stuttering and shacking from the cold and nervousness Draco spoke," Is this a bus stop?" He looked at the older boy who was now pointing at a light in the distance. A bus." Sorry I guess that sounded stupid." Draco felt a wave of shame fall over him. What would his father say had he known he was talking to a muggle. Let alone asking for directions. The bus approached and not sooner then it did harry step on it. Draco stepped on after him.
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The last bell rang , and boy was Draco glad. He had been taugnted and teased all day , but that was nothing compared to all the emotional trauma his father had caused him. So there Draco stood like a Malfoy doing what Lucius told him to do hating muggles, or at least that's what he'd tell his father. Draco walked as slow as he could to the buses. So slow in fact that there was only one person left in the school by the time Draco was out there. The older boy from earlier seemed to be walking a different direction. This made him curious why would he be walking. Draco ran up next to the boy quickly .
"Why aren't you taking the bus?!" The words came out like a statement and kind of mean, but he was concerned. For the first time He got to look at the boy He was older by a year at most, that puts him at eleven. His natural completion seemed like it may have been a healthy tan but he was pale and had purple hues in his skin from bruises. The boy was much too skinny like he had not eaten in weeks, But yet he was talker then Draco. He had black hair. And glasses. The older boy looked sad yet Draco remembered him so happy this morning.
"Can't" Harry wasn't sure if he could tell the strange blond boy everything. His stomach Made a noise. Lowering his head, harry picked up his pace if he got home before the neighbors he could take one tomato from the garden, they wouldn't notice its missing." Why aren't you?"
Draco shrugged why not tell the boy the truth, as long as it wasn't the whole truth." I don't know were I am going. My name is Draco By the way ." He sighed. His fathers mission was a complete and utter fail. Draco pulled two chocolate frogs out of his pocket." Want one?"
" I guess you heard that" Harry blushed ,taking the chocolate frog." What are these?" Looking at the strange packaging he could tell it was nothing he had ever seen before. Let alone ate , but what did he know.
" There chocolate frogs, Be carful not to let it jump away." He opened his up, quickly grabbing the frog by its leg and dangling it into his mouth. " There really good go on."
Harry ate his frog but not until he almost dropped it , luckily that was what Draco expected and he caught the frog handing it to harry. "Thank you Draco, my names Harry by the way. I have to go inside Now my aunt and uncle are going to be really mad if they see me talking to somebody. " It felt weird to say the young boys name. Harry rushed inside, slamming the door behind him.
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If there wasn't a clock place on privet drives corner Draco would have assumed his father forgot about him. It was 2:48 in the morning Draco was having a hard time staying awake and had already finished his food supply,when he heard a door slam.
"Harry Potter. Don't you ever ask questions again in this house! You know what happened to them!" Draco heard a series of slaps and whipping sounds. When Draco heard the door slam shut he turned around, feeling sorry for harry knowing he should see what happened but it was to late. He could hear the crying sounds getting closer.
"Draco? Is that you?" Harry sobbed quietly Draco turned around only to see his very red face.
"Yes its me." The blond stated. He was getting tired.
" Draco , they hate me because I'm different." Harry moved closer to Draco who was now sitting on the ground.
" Harry , You have it good." Draco patted the grass for harry to sit down but instead Harry lay his head on Draco Malfoy's lap. Draco put his arms around him. "Good Night Harry."
"Good Night Draco." Harry thought about what Draco said , He had it lucky. What could Draco's parents possibly put him through that makes this lucky.
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Draco turned and swayed quite franticly in his sleep. It was unfortunate for him that harry was a heavy sleeper and he had nobody to wake him up from the nightmares of his dad. He knocked harry off his legs. Draco started mumbling words in his sleep" A Malfoy never shows weakness. Don't question the Dark Lord. Don't speak unless spoken to. Never treat muggles as equal, even in there world. Never shame your family..." The Mumbling stopped he let out a scream " I am sorry father. I'll try harder" This woke harry up. Draco was now in tears mumbling.
"Draco, Wake up ! Your O.K." Harry franticly shook the poor boy. Draco woke , but was crying harder.
"I am sorry. I have to leave." Draco knew he had brought shame to his family , and shown weakness while doing so. Deciding to try to find a way home was the best thing he could do now. Lifting his feet of the ground, Draco shook unsteady like from the cold weather.
" Wait don't go!" Harry ran up after the crying boy, " I know what it like. "harry paused." I still have nightmares, about my parents... There dead." Harry let swayed back in forth waiting for Draco to come sit back down.
" I have too!." Draco yelled, not knowing what made him so mad. Maybe it was the fact the boy had it almost as bad as him. Maybe it was the guilt he had it worst. Draco started walking . About a block down the street, He realized how bad he needed the loo. This frustrated the ten year old. Lucius really had not made plans in advance for his son had he stay in the muggle world, but then he heard them. footsteps
"I can't let you!" Harry said. " You cant wander on these streets alone at night. You wont believe the things people will do to you!" Harry knew what people would do, If you got caught in there yard they could go as far as beat you themselves sometimes. Draco continued to walk swiftly. "Can You stop?" He did. Harry wrapped his thin arms around Draco's soft body, and gave the boy a hug. Something Draco must have never had before considering his reaction.
" GET OFF OF ME!" Draco squirmed it was easy to get harry off, but then felling bad after seeing the disappointment in his face he asked something." What was that ?"
" A hug, they mean you care. I have never been able to give one before because I never cared about someone." Harry smiled, Draco really never had a hug before. He wasn't as alone as he though. Draco started walking again." Were are we going?"
Blushing" Well um I have no clue. I don't exactly live around here."
" What are you looking for?" Harry asked. The younger boy had picked up his pace and he was struggling to keep up.
" A exit to this neighborhood, but it doesn't matter that much." He sighed. It was getting pretty easy to tell that he needed the loo, well unless you Harry who seemed not to tell. Or maybe not to care one bit. Draco stopped walking.
" Oh it that way" Harry pointed the opposite direction. " How about going back to sleep?"
" I guess" Draco set down this time leaning into Harry's lap, which was hard and consisted mostly of bone. Harry gently ran his fingers through Draco's hair. Draco could not stop moving. No matter how hard he tried to sleep all he thought about was having to pee. This keep Harry up.
" Draco, is there a problem." Harry stated seeing that there clearly was.
" No... Well." He really thought about telling Harry but that would be dumb. He Just had to wait for his father."...No" Draco said, but you could hear the tears in his voice. Harry knew what's wrong.
" Honestly Draco I wont make fun of you. Your only ten." This made Draco cry. At ten Lucius would never had embarrassed himself like this in the muggle world. Age had nothing to do with it. " Draco what's wrong?" He wanted the real awnser
His legs were now crossed and he was crying into the young skinny boys ribcage as he had no chest. " It doesn't matter!" Draco yelled. He just wished harry would go away. Maybe he would if Draco let him. Draco got up." GO! I don't want any body to have to see me like this again." Harry stared and then got up he could help the boy. After all there were plenty of days when he was younger, That his aunt had looked him in his spare room, and well... Harry shuddered understanding what the boy was going through. Embarrassment is the worst punishment ever. " I should have never talked to you, You filthy muggle. "Draco knew harry was not a muggle but he let it go.
" Come here." Harry said dragging Draco behind one of the many privacy fences.
" I can't ..." Draco stopped. He fell to the ground. Being only ten this was to much for him. Harry picked Draco up almost dropping him, not being used to lifting people. " Why did you do that?" Draco said crying." The sudden movement caused him to pee. Quickly crossing his legs tighter.
" I don't know." Harry did not want to admit to the real reason. Sitting Draco on the ground he looked into the boys eyes and saw his pain. " Your father is a bad man not to have picked you up tonight, I just met you but I can tell he has caused you a lot of pain in your life." Draco blushed , as more pee escaped him. Harry didn't care." Its O.K to let go." Harry turned.
" I can't people live here and... and .." Draco could not find the right words so he used the wrong ones. "You.'
" I won't judge you, besides I may not be smart but what your doing is very unhealthy." Harry walked behind Draco who was now jumping up in down. Wrapping his arms around Draco was all it took. Harry meant it as a sweet embrace, but also to push the boy to do what he needed. Draco sobbed for a second .
" I am sorry, Harry." it took fifteen seconds to make to whole front side of the ten year olds pants to become wet, but it took two minutes for him to stop. Draco's face scarlet with embarrassment. This was something he would never live down. Or should he say his father would never let him.
"Give me you pants." Harry said, as he started to take of his pant. " Come on, now its almost sunrise!" It would be easier had harry take the blame
" You can't" Draco said, breathing fast and crying hard.
" I am now hurry up." Draco gave harry his pants.
"thank you" The exchange was silent. Draco was quickly able to put Harry's pant on. Harry didn't want to make Draco feel worse, so he made it look like it was easy to put on the pre- soaked pants. Draco had been embarrassed enough he just wanted to go home to Malfoy manor.
A owl appeared suddenly from the corner of the street. Draco knew his father had sent it. attached to its foot was Floo Powder. He grabbed the powder and sent the owl away.
" Harry this years going to change your life. So do me a favor try to forget about me , and umm " Draco pointed at the pants." This." He threw the flow powder And said the words "Malfoy Manner." But no sooner then he got there did he wish he could go back, There stood Lucius with a belt in his hands ready to punish Draco Malfoy.
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Chapter 2 has no omo. to make the story more realistic.
Enjoy.
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Draco Malfoy was exited the summer was ending, living in Malfoy Manor had became pure torture since his mother passed last year, at least that's what the Daily Prophet heard. Father, was always drunk or getting drunk. As Draco packed up his text books , something on one caught his eye, his blood. Draco would never admit to anyone that his father, and fellow death eaters beat him, but some times the pain of the memory's hit him full force. Sitting down on his bed Draco held the book.
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Lucius swayed grabbing on to the fellow death eaters arm as he walked up the steps of Malfoy Manor. Draco looked out his window, knowing he had nobody to protect him when his drunken father came upstairs. Lucius threw open the door in one swift motion. The room quickly filled with smells of alcohol and cigars. "You boy stand up." Draco didn't stand, he sat there pretending to read a textbook. The History of Magic to be exact. " Get your nose out of that book, boy stand up." Draco refused "Accio History of Magic" The book flew out of Draco's hand and into his fathers. "Now stand."
Moving slowly towards Lucius, Draco spoke. " Father must we do this tonight I go back to Hogwarts tomorrow. What if..." Draco's Protest was cut short by the hard slap the partially sober death eater made across his face. His father then hit him with the book, were one of the edges left a gash in his head. His platinum hair quickly turning a deep scarlet color.
" Take you shirt off." Lucius ordered. Draco knew what this meant. His father was going to whip him. Not like the belts he used to use, but a actual whip. Maybe he found this punishment more entertaining. Draco took his shirt off and put it in his mouth not wanting to break of any more teeth. It was always a pain getting them fixed. Draco leaned against the wall taking the first hard thrash. It stung, but the pain was so familiar that wasn't the worst part. After Draco's back had been covered in large cuts from whip. His father would pour whatever alcohol they were drinking earlier over his back and on his t-shirt leaving him there to suffer in pain.
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Draco threw the book up against the wall, refusing to bring it. He hurried down stairs to see if Lucius was home, silly of course it is day time. He probably didn't know Draco even had to leave today he's so drunk. He was gone as Draco suspected, but Draco like most people left a note. It read.
Dear Lucius,
I have no clue were you are right now, but summer break is over. I have leave now if I want to make it to platform nine and three quarters. Lucius you have not treated me the best you could as a father this summer, but you certainly taught me what it meant to be a Malfoy. Try not to get drunk as often, I say this as if you care, but it is truly in your best interest. I am only looking out for the father I once loved.
Malfoy
P.S; I have arranged plans ahead to stay with Uncle Sevus during school holidays. I gave him no reasoning why, I hope your happy Lucius Malfoy. Father.
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Meanwhile at the Privet Drive Harry had not woke up yet his body still in a almost coma like state from the dehydration, and lack of food the Dursly's provided him. He was officially late for the first time, and had missed the train to Hogwarts. Hagrid's owl flew in the window, making screeching noises attempting to wake Harry. The owl finally gave up and scratched his arm, it would not have been deep n a normal body. But Harry was far to skinny , the scratch was deep and needed attention. Harry woke up realizing what time of day it was , and that the train had left. Grabbing his wand, broomstick. he tip toed out of the house quickly. His body ached, Harry mentally motivated himself to keep going, something that he had to do many days with the Dursly's. Harry got one his broom and started towards Hogwarts. He couldn't help, but think of the condition he had been in just the day before.
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Harrys Uncle handed him another list of chores to do, he had to have them all done before dinner in order to receive any food. His uncle being the cruel man he was, made sure this was never possible. The last time harry had a decent meal was at Hogwarts, and even there he didn't eat like all the other kids. Harry would eat one helping of food. He also never ate dessert, the last time he ate something chocolate was, well when Draco gave him it.
"Get a move on boy, what are you doing still standing in the kitchen, you should fixing the flat on the car." Harry Uncle gave him a hard slap on his back and pushed him forcefully to the garage. The heat was unbearable, for harry, but to ask for water... well the punishments would be even worse. Harry was never allowed to ask for things, they had to be offered or thrown at him, or thrown away. Being very lucky there just happened to be a some stale water in the car. It wasn't much and Harry regretted drinking it, as soon as he did he became nauseas. "One More day ..." Harry said out loud, he didn't mean to, but it was what he had been thinking.
A few hours passed and It was midday, Harry sat outside watching his Aunt ,Uncle , and annoying Cousin eat a large amount of food. They always left the windows open for this reason. The food smelled burnt, but it made Harry hungry. His stomach roared at him. Knowing that there was nothing that he could do until he got back to Hogwarts Harry listened to his angry stomach, and finished his chores. The Dursly's didn't let him inside the house until 3:24 in the morning causing the cold air to make his bones ache, but harry didn't care. He went to sleep listening to two things this time, his stomach and the quite sobs, that had became a lullaby over time.
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At Hogwarts everything changes, for Draco Malfoy, well he becomes his father , hiding his true felling inside him. Taking out his anger on mudblood's. When secretly all Draco didn't care who you are, he was usually jealous of the people he picked on. Ron and Herminie are perfect examples of his jealousy , only now did Draco realize this. Ron had family and siblings who loved him. Herminie had parents who didn't care what she did, she was perfect in there eyes. Draco had only met one other person who he could relate to, but sometime last year that person decided he hated him. That person was harry. The two had grown so far apart that they now only called each other by there last names.
For harry, there was only one big change, He was forced to see Draco Malfoy, this year. They now shared the defense against the dark arts class. But the little changes is what harry enjoyed ; drinkable and assessable water, which he seemed to take advantage of, There was also the idea of sleep, or food. Two things Harry really had not had over the summer.
Malfoy looked at Harry who seemed to be struggling with finding somebody who knew the password for the Gryffindor common room. Of course Malfoy knew it, He bought the knowlage of one of the first years just minutes ago. The Potter boy looked towards Draco who was walking his way.
"Potter, are you locked out again ?" Draco teased mockingly. Of course he was going to help, but why not have some fun now.
Harry rubbed the back of his neck, blushing." Yeal, I actually missed, everything, even the sorting. You don't have a clue where I can find a prefect do you?"
Draco thought, this meant potter didn't eat, the boy was already bones, maybe he should. Yes he will. " Potter did they...Never mind." He couldn't. Potter and him were enemy's now. Draco started to walk away," The passwords is pig snout " Draco watched Harry climb carefully into the portrait hole then made his way down to the Slytherin common room.
"Pure Blood" Draco was greeted into the Slytherin common room, but he walked past everybody. Not in the mode to talk. Uncle Sevus picked up on this lack of enthusiasm and walked into his godsons room.
" Draco, is something bothering you?" Snape knew that something was, but Draco could not be forced to talk. Draco not been acting himself all summer.
" No ... Well actually yes, I told my father you'd let me stay with you over the summer." Draco paused. " If I can't I'll find someplace to go but I cant go back to him uncle Sevus." Draco could see that he was going to need to give some sort of explanation, but why tonight. His body ached from the beating he had just yesterday.
" I know you never liked your father, but that's no reason to disown family. Draco My dad" Snape Paused unsure weather to go on." Well he was a crazy man, but he was just like me. He used to tell me things I didn't want to hear though. So in turn I started um..."Snape raised up his jacket, so you could see the scars. "He told me I would never amount to any thing, that I was never going to be as good as him. He was wrong Draco."
They talked for another ten minutes, and then snape left. Draco felt guilt hit full force, but Potter was his enemy why was he feeling like this. Draco's mind swirled, for hours. Finally managing to go to sleep. It was four in the morning when Draco woke himself, his hair sticking to face, his shirt drenched with sweat. What had he been dreaming about?
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Dear Malfoy,
It came to my attention today that you are not as bad of a guy that I made you out to be, I never thanked you for helping me with the password.
Tear this note up after reading it, I would prefer for people not to think that I ever sent you a letter. See you in class.
-Potter
Harry paced back and fourth, the note seemed a little friendly to send to your enemy. Yes, it was. Could he possibly send it.
"Harry! When did you get here?" Ron yelled excitedly, like he didn't share a room with harry and hear him come in last night. Sometimes the boy could be so clueless. Ron eyed the note in the skinny boys hand, harry then started to put it in his pocket. "What's that? " Ron said pointing to the note in his pocket."
"Uh letter, But I am not going to send it." Harry frowned. Not a fake frown, he was being truthful. Malfoy had at one point been his friend, but some were along calling his best friend a mudblood, and telling him that he hung out with the wrong type. Well that changed.
"I'll send it, What's it say Harry." Ron could not see that harry was about three seconds away from crying other wise he would have stopped. Ron did notice a few of the usual things, Harry was skinny then before he left, and he was dirty; greasy hair and grass stains on his clothing. This was usual for harry, but most times he made a attempt to clean himself up before people noticed.
"Ron, You can't be mad at me." Harry paused." I know I am mad at myself but for different reasons." Harry shoved the letter into Ron's hands and sat down on the bed. Not ready for one of his best friends to hate him. To think he betrayed him. Ron Read the letter in his head, then out loud, then in his head again. He looked up and ... was laughing at him.
"See you in class... Not the bad guy I made you out to be." Ron laughed at harry who was crying very loud in front of his friend. " Harry Malfoy is a bad guy! " Ron had stopped laughing and looked serious.
"You don't know him, the way I used to, Ron." Taking the letter back harry strapped it onto Hedwig's foot, whispering "Draco Malfoy." The bird refused at first but then took off to the great hall.
"You called him... We never, since he called Herminie a mudblood. " Harry knew what Ron wanted to say, Harry called him Draco. That was his first name. Harry missed calling him that.
"Fear of a name only increases fear itself." Harry used Herminie's own words against Ron. "Give him a second chance." Harry made his way to the great hall, not willing to argue with Ron any more.
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Draco Malfoy had been in the great hall for thirty minutes now. He already ate, and was bored. it was becoming a worrisome task trying not to pay attention to the burning pain on his back and shoulders. He received a nudge from a fellow Slytherin, who noticed he was drifting of to sleep.
"Look that's Hedwig, Why is she going to the Slytherin table." Malfoy's head perked up so he could see who was receiving mail from Potter, but the stubborn owl was just sitting in front of him. Laughter grew at the Slytherin table, all Draco could think about was what unforgivable curse he would use on potter. He grabbed the letter from the owl violently. Exchanging a look with potter , who seemed unhappy. Ripping the letter open , he read it.
"Give me a quill," The person didn't respond still laughing at Draco. Taking a quill for himself Malfoy etched,
Potter,
Eat! Your all bones again.
Malfoy
The owl took the letter giving it back to Harry who almost smiled. Draco watched though as the boy still didn't eat at the great hall that morning.
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Draco became frustrated with his enemy why. Walking quickly down the halls to his History of Magic class he forgot all about the, missing book. Only after he sat down, Draco understood what class he was in. " Fuu..." Eyes were on him now. " We'll get over your self's. " Draco blushed and buried his head in his desk. The teacher soon came over to see what was wrong.
" Draco Malfoy is there a problem! " The teacher said in a accusing voice," Mr. Malfoy told me to call if you started acting up in class again." This particular teacher was not concerned, she just wanted to make Draco's day a little harder.
" Don't call him... " Draco's head still laid down on the table, " You cant." The teacher shot him a sympathetic look and went on with class.
The rest of the day flew by, but Draco felt some what upset that Harry wasn't eating. This was one of the few things Draco did care about, he was no longer living with the muggles. Why would Harry still refuse to eat food offered to him. Draco unlike many other students had a free period, Harry however was a student who did not. He wanted to be forceful to make harry himself again, not the skeleton nobody seemed to notice. Speeding up as he reached the Gryffindor tower, Draco found himself face to face with the fat lady again.
"Password.." She drew the word out, Giving her a lower voice.
"Pig snout " Draco rushed the words out of his mouth, he walked up what he assumed was the boy hall to find harry and Ron's room. Hedwig immediately started screeching. Fumbling through his pockets Draco pulled out a chocolate frog. Using one of Harry's quills and apiece of parchment he scribbled ;
Dear Harry,
Eat , please. I remember the eleven year old you had no hesitation to the same chocolate frog. I hope you will listen to me, You look like a skeleton.
-I rather not say, incase Ron finds this, but you know who I am.
P.S; I hope those Muggles treated you well.
Leaving the note on Harrys bed Draco dashed out of the dorm and down to his room. It was empty, almost pathetic, that he had nothing to fill the room with. Draco laid on his bed thinking about this summers events. Eventually falling asleep.
"Draco, you missed half your classes today! Wake up!" Draco peered open one eye, it was his uncle Sevus.
"I am sorry, its just." Not able to explain Draco struggled for words.," I cant tell you, Hey you don't happen to know if the prefects shower room is empty do you?" it was a strange question to ask but his Uncle did not care. Draco had to have complete privacy, He needed it. It was one of the upsides to being a prefect.
"Yes, well they were. May I ask why?" Snape started to leave the room." I'd get down there if I was you. Dumbledore set a new rule even the prefects cant be out of bed past nine.
After his uncle left room, Draco grabbed his towel , robes , shampoos and soaps. He also grabbed a razor, then put it down remembering the last time.
Dear reader, This chapter has a lot of misspellings I remember it was pretty late at night when I wrote it. enjoy
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Draco woke, his still wet from the night before. How was that possible, if he were correct. The blondes thin hair should have had at least eight hours to dry. Taking a minute to rub his eyes and sit up into a more awake state, the Malfoy noticed what had woke him. He doubled over in pain as his over full bladder made itself noticed. Draco looked at the green number displayed on the ceiling. yes it was to early in the morning to leave the Slytherin dorm. Snape had surly set some sort of alarm... again. Draco though back to last year. Pansy was in the same predicament and set a alarm of, thus wetting herself in the Slytherin common room. The blonde shifted before attempting to go back to sleep. ' This is going to be a long night.' He fell asleep forty five minutes later.
" Draco wake up, now your going to miss Hogsmade. Hurry!" Pansy of all people was pulling, on the tired Slytherin's arms forcing him out of bed. Before he could protest he did not want to go to Hogsmade, and that the sold common items pansy had pulled a shirt over the white tank top Draco fell asleep in.
" O.K., O.K. " Draco said fixing the top and putting on a pair of slacks, and a belt. A choice he would soon regret, having forgot all about his urgent need. Making a grab for his wand and a hair brush, the Malfoy was out the door. disposing of the hairbrush soon after.
...I noticed I've used quit a few time skips in this chapter,...
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Draco had got rid of pansy five minutes ago and was regretting that choice, now having nothing to distract him from his now aching bladder. The young boy searched the streets and had found one place with a loo, The leaky cauldron, the lines were incredibly long and at that point time he convinced his somewhat stubborn mind he could wait. Now he was on his way back in the leaky cauldron. Trying his hardest not to make a display of himself The Malfoy walked swiftly to the loo. Managing to run face first into the opening door, a short spurt escaped him. He avoided grabbing himself and crossed his legs. 'If father could see me !' The boy thought causing his eyes to become glassy.
" Malfoy." Harry was the guy that had opened the door, Draco reopened the door to be greeted by a line longer the last time. Harry followed.
" What do you want Potty, and don't even tell me you are here for the loo. After you almost broke my nose leaving it ." Malfoy exaggerated. People were staring.
" No, I wanted to tell you I am sorry and thank you for the chocolate frog. You were right Malfoy. " Malfoy smirked at this. Then notice Ron who was at the front of the line was also staring, listening deeply to the conversation.
" Yeah right potter like I would ever send you a chocolate frog, I don't fancy you, the famous boy who lived. " Malfoy crossed his legs as he leaned against the was trying to look causal. Failing.' Not in front of Harry' He thought. He knew he sent harry the chocolate frog, but he also knew that he was seconds away from wetting himself. He had to get rig of potter.
"I never said I fancy you," The raven hair boy said, he was now on the verge of crying." How dare you Draco ? After I helped you all those years ago? I wont help you today" Potter was screaming. He stormed out of the bathroom, on the verge of tears. What happened to the Draco who visited the muggle world. This was all a game to him. Yes He supposed it was.
Ron left his spot at the front of the line and was now face to face with Draco. There were two things the weasly had going for him at this point; One Draco left his wand with Pansy and was terrible at fighting Muggle style. Two Malfoy had just lost another spurt in his trousers and it was now visible through the thin fabric, he was surly going to play this to his strengths. " Ron please ." Draco looked down, indicating he was about to lose it all. Ron noticed. " Please I didn't mean to hurt him." This was partly true.
" I'm sorry, I did not ask for you to speak. " Ron put a silencing charm on the blonde. The people in the bathroom stared Draco would have been in the middle of the line by now but Ron had not allowed him to move. " Now , where were we? Ah yes. " Draco squirmed, A large spurt escaped him. Giving up on his dignity he moved his hands to his now soaking wet trousers. Ron teased. " Ah Malfoy, did you hear that. Oh no well I'm sure your father will. Maybe I will write him a letter, better yet a howler." Ron chuckled " I don't want to keep Harry waiting, but if you ever hurt one of my friends again I will make sure you have a punishment much worse then this. Sorry to end the fun so soon." Ron punched Draco in the bladder, causing him to involuntarily release his bodily fluids. ( Just so you guys know this is very important this is the reason Draco will have bladder problems. Ron Damaged something down there. Poor Draco.) Along with tear. Ron released the silencing spell." Oh and clean this up."
"Are you O.K Lad." A braver man walked up to the child who was now throwing paper towels in the puddle on the floor." Here let me get that, Draco continued cleaning. Wizards watching in amazement. Only one noticing whose child this was. The braver man had a name. Sirus Black.
" No I am not!" Draco said getting to the point, "the only person whom I have ever wanted to be my friend. Hates me and I love him. I just wanted him to leave, I didn't think I could make it... and..." The blonde was now having a panic attack. " And I didn't, and it hurts no bad." The mad looked down at Draco who was clutching his stomach.
" Here" Sirus grabbed some towels and finished cleaning the mess up, before spelling Draco clean. " I am sorry, I know what it feels like, though to be misunderstood." Sirus did being misunderstood landed him a first class cell in Azkaban. " You should be getting home now."
" Tha..." Draco stopped remembering he did not know the man, he headed back for Hogwarts. Hoping to get back after dinner so he wouldn't see ron or harry. |
This is a story I wrote for Kelli, but I worked way too hard on it not to post it here.
Susan yawned as she opened the door of her bedroom. After a tiring day at school, she just wanted to flop onto her bed and go to sleep. Unfortunately, she had to get ready first. She took off her jeans and tank top, replacing them with a pink nightgown. She decided that she didn't need panties, so she got in bed without any. As soon as she pulled up the covers and got comfortable, she felt a twinge in her bladder. She put a hand on her stomach, easing the small pain. She figured she could just wait until tomorrow since she was much too tired to get up. She turned off her bedside lamp, and dozed off.
That night, she dreamt that she was at school. She was in class, and she really needed to pee. She raised her hand, but the teacher didn't seem to notice. After what felt like forever, the teacher finally asked her what she wanted. As pee slowly leaked into her panties, she frantically told him about her need, but all he said was: "Wake up, sweetie. you're going to be late. Wake up...wake up..."
"Wake up! Come on Susan, get up!" It was Susan's mother, trying to get her daughter awake before she ended up missing the bus. Susan awoke with a start, as intense pain and agony assaulted her pee hole. She immediately put two fingers on it to stop any leaking. Then, her mother pulled the covers back in one swift move, and Susan had no choice but to take her fingers away. She tried to hold it in on her own, but it was no use. Pee squirted, then flowed from beneath her nightgown, soaking her bed sheets. Her mother just stood there, shocked at what she saw. Her teenage daughter was wetting the bed right in front of her!
"Susan! Absolutely not!" Her mother scolded, slapping her rear repeatedly as she continued to pee uncontrollably. Susan screamed in pain,"I'm sorry, Mom! I won't do it again! Owww!"
"Damn right you won't! I'm calling your father right now so we can talk about this."
"No, don't!" Susan pleaded. She was embarrassed enough without also getting chewed out by her father. Susan's mother left the room, and Susan sat up. Her hands were soaked with a mix of urine and tears as she overheard her mother telling him what had happened. Then, her mother walked back into the room.
"Get ready for school and don't you dare miss the bus. I'll think about how to punish you, and it will start by having you clean up this mess before you leave, understood?"
"Yes, mother." Susan sighed and did as she was told. The next morning, she woke up just as desperate as before, if not a little more so. She jumped up and ran, hands between her legs, toward the bathroom. She tried the knob, but it was locked. Then she saw the sign on the door. It had a crude drawing of a girl with a yellow circle around her feet, and it read,"Toilets for Adults Only." Great. Susan got ready for school, skipping most of the steps due to the locked bathroom, and waited outside for the bus. It was a cold winter day out, and it was not helping. She danced in place until she saw the bus turn the corner. She stood as still as she could as the doors opened, and she got on.
Thankfully, she was one of the first stops, so there were not a bunch of kids to shove past. She took a seat as far back as she could, and squirmed violently. She tried everything from bouncing up and down to sitting on her heel, but nothing seemed to help whatsoever. Finally, the bus arrived at the school building. She waited in agony for the kids in front of her to get off the bus, whispering 'hurry up' over and over to herself. She hopped off the bus and ran inside, no longer caring who saw her with her hands now firmly down her unbuttoned jeans and laced white panties. She felt a spurt of warmth hit her hands, and she ran even harder. As soon as she reached the bathroom, she shoved the door open and dashed inside.
BOOM!
She hit the ground hard after crashing into someone. That someone turned out to be a guy from her AP Chemistry class, Ron. Even being knocked to the floor, he looked dreamy. He looked a bit like Jacob from the Twilight films.
"Susan?" he asked. "Why are you in here?"
"Wha-? Oh, umm, am I, uh, not in the girls' room?"
"Nope."
"Oh...sorry." She was lost in his eyes. He made her forget everything that was bothering her, and she felt her stress just melt away. She felt relieved...uh-oh. She looked down and, sure enough, she was having another accident. Right in front of Ron. "I'm so sorry! Don't look at me!" she squealed as pee gushed into her jeans and spilled out onto the floor of the boys' bathroom. She felt so defeated, there was nothing she could do. She felt her panties become soaked and sticky with all the pee flowing through them.
Ron couldn't help but watch in amazement as this beautiful girl unleashed a torrent of pee into her clothes. He felt bad for her, so he walked over and helped her up. A few drops of pee fell from her soaked jeans as he helped her to the nurse's office. He winked at her before leaving to go back to class, and she couldn't help but smile and blush. Her smile soon turned into a frown, however. Her mother was really going to pissed about this, pun intended. |
This is my first complete omorashi story.
I'd love feedback, and please give me a little lenience (I wrote it between 3-6am)
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“Oh no you don’t.” I grimaced, pulling him out the door by the collar of his leather jacket.
“No! Outside is bad!” he grasped the doorframe.
“Please, come on!” I replied, tugging at the collar of his jacket again.
His tall, skinny frame stumbled down the front steps and recomposed on the pavement.
“You can’t spend all your time indoors, you know.” I locked the door behind me, slipping the keys into my pocket and turning to look him dead in the eyes.
“I usually do, though.” He frowned, squinting up into the sky.
“We have to do something.” I shook my head, and wandered down the steps towards him.
At something over six foot tall, he towered over my small frame.
“Don’t want tooooo.” He stared longingly at the front door.
“Don’t care.” I grabbed his wrist in my hand and walked down the street.
I’d only been here for a few days, but in that time all we’d done was sit in his house and listen to music, talk and chill.
Surely there had to be something else to do around here; it was London after all.
“You know this place better than I do,” I glared up at him, “show me around or something.”
“But but…” he grumbled, glancing down at me before hunching his shoulders, “I don’t hardly go out, so I wouldn’t really know…”
“How long have you lived here?” I continued to tug him ahead.
“A while…” his resistance was minimal, but still there.
I could tell he really didn’t feel very comfortable being out in public.
“Well, okay, I suppose there are shops… We could go and look in those…”
Finally, we were getting somewhere.
A few streets later, we were in the middle of bustling market stalls.
“Wow…” I mumbled, looking around in awe at all the people.
“Y-yeah.” He tugged on his collar gently.
“Come, let’s look around.” I grinned, grabbing his bony arm gently and pulling him to a stall.
He tailed along behind me for God knows how long, as I went in and out of shops, sorted through market stalls and gawked at the passerby’s.
The dress sense of the people around here amazed me; I had never seen so many goths in one place before, and I felt this odd sense of belonging as people nodded at my tartan tights and knee-length platform boots.
“Yeah, I told you before that people around here dress alternatively, didn’t I?” he laughed at the amazed expression on my face.
He was no exception, in his leather jacket and jeans, that tee with the ripped neckline, and the studded collar that spent all its’ time adorning his neck.
“You fit right in…” I breathed, smiling, and then turned to him, “Would you like to catch lunch?”
“I uhh… ‘Spose..” was his tentative response.
So nervous, so cute!
We sat in a small café for an hour or two, making fairly awkward conversation whilst eating our lunch.
For such a skinny guy, he could really pack in a meal!
Kinda made me wonder where it all went.
We sat back, me drinking the last of my cola, and him finishing what must have been his 4th glass of the stuff.
“Don’t you uhh… Y’know… Worry?” I glanced at the glass, then back at his face.
“I, umm… Well, no, I don’t really…” he awkwardly stuttered, clearly not used to discussing our fetish out loud.
“This could probably prove to be fun, you know.” I raised an eyebrow, giggling at him.
“Uhh, prolly…” he replied, nervously running a hand through his short, bleached, spiky hair.
“Oh lighten up!” I grinned, nudging his foot with mine under the table.
“You know how I am…” he muttered quietly, looking down at his near-empty glass.
“Yeah, true. Hey, finish that glass of Cola, I want to look around some more.”
“Yes, Kay.” He skulled the last of the cola, shaking his head a little, then stood.
His body stiffened a little as he stood, and I knew that the soda he insisted on drinking before I dragged him out the door was beginning to come back to haunt him.
“You alright?”
“Nnn… Yes.” He smiled, offering a hand to help me up.
“Aww, such a gentleman.” I laughed as a slight blush rose to his cheeks.
“Shall we continue on?”
“We shall.” I nodded, taking his arm in my hand again, and pulling him through the doors.
Our afternoon continued quite the same as our morning, him tailing along as I went in and out of stores, ogling at alternative wares, lusting after trinkets and clothing I knew that I would never find back in Australia.
However, as taken as I was by all the items around me, I still couldn’t get my mind off the way his posture was changing.
His steps had become slightly laboured, his stride rigid, and his face held a small look of concentration.
I knew what was happening, and I couldn’t help but feel myself grow damp thinking about the internal struggle he was enduring…
The internal struggle that could only get worse as time progressed.
“Are you okay?” I paused my window shopping to turn and see him squeeze himself gently.
“I, uh, yeah, fine.” His cheeks flushed bright red as I raised an eyebrow.
“You aren’t lying?”
“N.. No, not lyinggg…” his voice almost lilted into a moan as he spoke.
“You know, if you need to go, we can-” an awkward squeak cut me off.
“N-uhh. I’m fine, promise.”
I shot him a half amused, half concerned look before shrugging.
If he wanted to get ridiculously desperate in public, that wasn’t my problem.
“Well, if you want to… Rest at any point, let me know, and we can stop.”
His cheeks burned even brighter as he realised that his attempts at hiding his desperation were quickly failing.
A curt nod signalled for me to keep walking, so I grabbed his thin wrist and continued forward, hearing a quiet whimper as I pulled him forward.
Probably not the best idea I’ve ever had..
Just over half an hour later, I found a hand of bony fingers closing around my wrist, dragging me for a change.
I looked into those blue eyes as he pulled me onto a bench.
“I.. I don’t think…” his face was redder than red, and he tried to hide it by hanging his head partially.
“Are we finally owning up to something?” I shot him a sidelong glance.
“Maaayyybeee…” his voice wavered as he spoke.
I looked at him harder.
“Oh, fiiine, yes. Okay, I need to... uhh… Do that thing…”
Red, red, red and more red.
“It’s alright, you know I know what you mean. How long do you think you can hold out?”
“I… Not really sure.”
My heartbeat quickened at the mental images of this tall, lanky man wetting himself in public.
It was enticing for sure, yet I knew it to be impossible.
“Alright, do you know where the nearest Mens is?” I inquired.
His body shuddered at the mention of a bathroom, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was in pain.
More than likely…
Due to his more-than-thin frame, his bladder visibly bulged from under his shirt, and as soon as he noticed it, he surprised me further by turning a darker shade of red I wasn’t aware existed.
“You stay here, okay?” I laid my hand on his shoulder, “I’ll go locate a bathroom for you.”
“Hurryyyy…” he squeezed his eyes shut for a second, and I noticed a shiver run through his body.
I picked myself up and walked into the crowd, searching for a bathroom desperately, asking the stall keepers until I was finally directed to a Mens Room.
I worked my way back to the bench, only to find my dear friend squeezing himself together as best he could, his legs crossed, and his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, inconspicuously crammed between his legs.
The sight sent a shudder through my body, and for a second, I was tempted to hide in the crowd and watch from afar as he struggled to keep whatever shreds of composure he still had, but my heart knew better than that.
He was relying on me, so I approached him quickly.
“Well, I’ve found a bathroom, so come on.”
“This is going to hurt…” he mumbled before standing, a wince spreading across his face.
“You going to be okay?” I frowned.
“Y-yeah… If I don’t explode first…” his teeth were gritted in concentration.
I pressed my hand into the small of his back, guiding him forward, and as we moved along, I tried to stand in a way that shielded him from the view of others.
He whimpered softly in pain as he walked, his posture stiff and his brow furrowed in an attempt to hold back the tsunami of urine that was waiting to break through the barrier of his urethra.
An excruciating minute later, the bathrooms came into view, and he all but ran inside.
I spent somewhere around 10 minutes, leaning on the outside wall of the Mens Room before he emerged.
A dopey, blissful smile decorated his pale face, and he almost seemed to float as he walked.
“Better?” I giggled at his orgasmic-looking expression.
“You have no idea.” His voice was soft and quiet, almost sleepy sounding.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” I grinned, shaking my head and leading him along once again, my arm threaded around his waist.
“Sounds great.” He mumbled in reply, lazily draping his arm over my shoulder. |
A VISITOR TO TRITON
by Write And Left
I looked across the Manhattan skyline and watched streams of aircars travel at the various levels of the city. “It is good to be back on Earth, Doc,” I said, “but I still miss that girl I met back on Triton.”
“Lie down on the couch and tell me about her,” said Dr. Emily Gleeson, the shrink that the Navy forced on me.
“Why should I?” I asked. “No one takes me seriously when I talk about her.” I stared at the ceiling and paused. “No one takes me serious at all. Why should I bother if you are not going to take me seriously?”
“Just humor me,” she said. She flicked her Tablet with a finger, obviously going through her notes. “Tell me about Alison Randall.”
Why not? I thought. I would just tell her everything about the girl I left behind on. Maybe she would believe me. “Well it started back when the Orion stopped by for my regularly scheduled relief...”
###
The alarm blared in my quarters. The relief ship was arriving. I had been stationed on Triton for two years and my relief would finally take over so I could return to Earth and go to the next place the Navy wanted to send me. I had requested Mars, the second most populated planet in the solar system.
Triton Station had a crew of one: just me. Before the advent of Faster Than Light travel, Triton acted as a way station at the edge of the solar system. The newer FTL ships would blink into and out of existence at the orbit of Saturn, thus they never needed to come way out here. Only the slow boats came to Triton, and as soon as they arrived in the solar system, they upgraded their engines to FTL and never returned to Triton. The only slower than light ships around were those that left before FTL’s invention. Still there were quite a few out there and Earth command wanted someone out here to greet them.
Since I was stationed out here, the only ship I had seen was the one that brought me out here to the butt end of the solar system. The Orion was the second ship I saw, but it had come from Earth to relieve me.
“USS Orion,” I spoke into the Mike, “this is Triton Station. I look forward to your arrival.” I then waited the two minutes for my message to travel the eighteen million kilometers back and forth to the ship.
After the wait the speakers sounded, “Sorry about this, Triton Station, but the ship is in plague status. No personnel may be transferred from our ship to the planet. We are at quarantine. A container of supplies will be dropped to you.”
My heart sunk. I was stuck here and I would be alone for who knows how long until the Navy saw fit to send another ship out here. “How much longer am I stuck here?” I asked.
“We sent a message to Earth and they sent another ship immediately. Your estimated time of arrival is six months.”
I clicked off the radio and swore. There would be another six months of not feeling the breeze on my cheeks. There would be no pizza from Manhattan Pie Company and worst of all, no people to talk to. The loneliness that I had put behind me for the past two years suddenly came to the forefront of my mind.
###
“So Alison Randall never arrived on the Orion,” asked my shrink.
“Of course not,” I said. “She arrived on the bulk carrier, the SS Fortune.”
“Go on with your story then,” she said.
###
In the weeks that followed, I became more and more despondent. I was still imprisoned on Neptune’s largest moon for five more months and I was bored. I had watched every holovid, read every text drama on my Tablet, and even went so far as to write my own stories.
One night, at exactly midnight, I heard an unexpected alarm. A ship was arriving, but this ship was transmitting a distress signal. Triton Station had one shuttle stationed there and I ran to the shuttle. The message attached to the distress signal said that the ship was rapidly losing air and that they needed help. I wasted no time.
The ship was dark; the only light came from the day side of Neptune, but I piloted the shuttle closer and closer. The ship was completely dark. There were no running lights and no indication of anything approaching life, but I continued onward. As I drove the shuttle around the ship, I saw a horrible tear in the hull that went across all five decks of the ship. There would be no survivors unless they were suited or they were trapped in an airtight compartment somewhere.
It was a bulk carrier. It is a common enough ship even today. It contained five decks and a spine to which cargo containers were attached. The only difference between it and a modern FTL ship was the massive fusion tanks on the tail end of the ship. Modern ships replaced most of the tank space with an FTL engine. I drove the shuttle around until I found a hatch where I could enter the ship. The only good hatch was on the spine. I set my coffee on the copilot’s seat and went inside to look for survivors.
I floated through the spine of the ship and watched for any signs of life. There was air there, but as I walked forward of the spine the hatches all had red pressurization faults. All five decks were airless. Since I couldn’t get to the main hull of the ship, I walked aft. That is when I saw her. “I’m from Triton Station. I am here to rescue you.”
She was young, probably in her early twenties, but dirty and disheveled. And she stank like a bad environmental plant and lack of showering. “Everyone else is dead,” she said.
I took her by the hand and put her in the co-pilot seat in the shuttle. “I’ll take you back to Triton Station,” I said. “You’ll be safe there.” She was too shocked to say anything else, so I just let her be silent. She had just lost the rest of the crew of her ship.
###
Dr Emily was tapping her Tablet and looking up stuff while I talked. I knew she was not just taking notes. “What are you looking up?”
“Just reviewing your log for the incident,” she said.
“Oh?”
“But...,” Dr Emily started to say. She must have thought better of it. “Just finish your story.”
###
Alison sat in silence on the way back to the moon’s surface. I thought I saw a tear in her eye, which was only natural since there were no other survivors on her ship. However, the tears were there for another reason.
I pulled the shuttle into the dock and went toward the airlock and motioned her to follow me, but she wouldn’t move. “Come on in,” I said. “There is food, clean clothes, and showers.”
She gave a sheepish look and then stood up to reveal a circular wet spot on the co-pilot’s chair. Her face turned red as she looked down at her seat. “Um,” she said, “I have trouble getting to the bathroom.”
I sighed and we left the shuttle. Once in the passageway, I stooped down and caught a cleaning robot that was rolling along the corridor and took it back into the shuttle with me. I dropped it on the co-pilot’s chair and returned to the passageway.
The girl stood there waiting. “I will take you up on that offer of a shower and clean clothes.”
“Of course,” I said. I took her to my quarters where the only working shower in the small station was located and motioned her inside. I went back to my bedroom and opened my drawer to look for something for her to wear. I was a bit larger than her, so I just picked a t-shirt, and some shorts for her. The shorts would obviously be big on her, but she cinch the belt tightly around her waist. I slipped into the head and set the clothes on the sink. After that I slipped out.
She finished soon after I left. I had never met a woman on Earth who took such short showers, but she was from a space ship and water is scarce, especially on a slow boat traveling between the empty gulf between the stars. When she came out of the head, the T-shirt and shorts looked quite large on her, but she smiled at me.
“Thanks,” she said.
“Are you ready for dinner?” I asked.
She rubbed her stomach. “Are you kidding? I haven’t eaten for three days. I was trapped in the spine of my ship and couldn’t visit the galley or the rest of the ship.”
“Well let’s take care of that.” I lead her to the galley and started taking packages out of the boxes of supplies that lined one wall and covered the galley tables. I had emptied the container that was dropped and brought everything inside and just put it along the wall. I pulled out some pre-made chicken cordon bleu and made that. In all I made four servings, figuring that we would probably each eat two. I was hungry too.
She took a bite and then began to hungrily shovel in the food. “This is so good,” she said. She paused to take a drink of Kool-aid and then shoveled more into her mouth.”
“These are space rations,” I said. “They are not really considered the best of cuisines.”
“These are new rations then,” she said, “Our food has to last years and I bet you these would taste bad too if they were in storage for decades, even with the effects of relativity.”
“Yes, I guess so,” I agreed. “I don’t think I could stand to be on a ship that long between ports.”
“It’s tough,” she said. “I am on my first push out from Epsilon Eridani. We were to go right back after stopping at Earth, but forty years will have passed when it’s only been four years four me. My parents will be in their nineties. The trip after that, I would have been visiting my sister’s great grandchildren. I wanted to be a spacer though and signed on with the first ship that would take me.”
“Wow, you must have just left before...,” I started to say.
She put down her fork. “Before what?” she asked.
“I don’t know if I should tell you, but I will. About twenty years ago ships started getting faster. You could have been home already.”
“How fast?” she asked. She picked up her fork again and took another bite. She had a look of relief on her face. “I thought something horrible had happened.”
“Faster than light,” I said. “A journey only takes the amount of time needed to go far enough away from the sun and then it is instantaneous.”
“How far away?” she asked. “I could get home next year?”
“Depending on the spectral type of the sun, it varies. In the solar system it is about ten astronomical units.”
I heard a pattering sound coming from beneath her chair as she stared at me open mouthed. I looked down and saw a growing puddle.
When she noticed what she did, she looked down and turned bright red. She looked at me. “I’m so embarrassed. What you said took me by surprise.” She stood up and looked down at herself. “I get like this when I am taken by surprise. Perhaps I should be wearing diapers.”
I was inclined to agree with her. “What happened on your ship when this happened?” I asked.
“It’s just been happening the last couple of weeks. They put me in EVA diapers. I heard they were going to beach me on Earth because of it.” She shuddered.
“Well you are pretty much stuck here on Triton until a relief ship comes. We are about twenty astronomical units out from where any ship goes anymore. The only reason we keep Triton open is to support stragglers.”
“Stragglers?” she asked.
“People like you. Slower than light ships that left before they came home to find out that the universe changed and transportation is faster. Anyway, I have some EVA diapers. You probably should wear them until we find out how often you wet yourself.”
She sighed. “Well okay,” she said. “I will.” She got up and I led her to the airlock. There were spacesuits there. Some were for walking across the planet, but others were for fixing ships in space. The station used to be a lot bigger and at one time it was a full support base. Now it was just an outbuilding with a section converted to quarters. The full supply of spacesuits and accessories were there. I opened a cupboard and found a pack of EVA diapers and gave it to her.
“Well here you go,” I said. “We can travel quickly throughout the stars, but we can’t figure out a better way to pee while wearing a spacesuit.”
“Well that works for me,” she said with a smile. She hurried into my quarters to change. When she emerged she wore only the diaper and the t-shirt.
“I can find you another pair of shorts,” I said.
“They made me dress like this when I was on the ship,” she said. “I’m used to not wearing pants with diapers.”
“Suit yourself,” I said, “but you can still have shorts if you want.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “It’s quite warm in here. So what do you guys do for fun around here?”
I showed her my Tablet. “You can either read books or watch movies.” I showed her how to access both.
###
“So you say you dressed her in EVA diapers and a shirt and she didn’t mind?” asked Dr. Emily.
“No she didn’t mind,” I said. “She will testify to that fact, that is, if anyone can find her. No one will tell me what happened to her.”
“How about you finish the story.”
###
That night (if you can call it night, because the southern hemisphere of Neptune is constantly in daylight) I set her up on one of the couches in the staff lounge. Before going to my quarters to sleep, I showed her where the head was in case she needed to use the restroom in the middle of the night. I made sure she had plenty of blankets and was comfortable before I returned to my quarters to sleep.
I woke up later with a soft, warm body pressed up against mine. It was Alison. She was fast asleep, but I woke her up anyway.
“What happened?” she asked. She stretched and turned to look at me.
I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. “You must have sleep walked or something. You crawled into bed with me.”
“Oh, yeah.” She yawned and stretched again. “I couldn’t sleep all alone. The ceiling creaks and the couch is uncomfortable. Besides you are cute. I want to sleep with you.”
“What? No,” I said. “Go back to the lounge and sleep on the couch.”
“Please,” she said, “just for tonight.”
“You’re too young. I’m almost thirty and you...” I paused because I didn’t know how old she was. “...are too young.”
“What’s the date?” she asked.
I told her.
“Well I am almost forty-one,” she said, “and that makes me a cougar, but plenty old enough.”
“A cougar?” I asked. “What’s that?”
“Nevermind,” she said, “I am plenty old to share your bed. I only look twenty-two because that is my subjective age. My objective age is forty-one. Besides, we are just sleeping.”
“Fine,” I said, “but tomorrow night you are going back on the couch.”
“Okay,” she said. I turned and went back to sleep. She never did go back to the couch in the five months we waited for the relief ship.
###
I woke up late the next day. Alison was gone. I figured she was in the bathroom, but I didn’t hear water running. I got up and went inside and looked around. She wasn’t there. I wondered where she could have gone. I was about going to do a tour of the station, but then I heard a thumping sound coming from the galley. I raced to that compartment to see if she was okay.
She was standing on counter wearing just her EVA diaper and t-shirt. She held a bunch of food containers and was stacking them in the cupboards.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She pointed to the row of cartons stacked along one of the walls of the galley and stacked on the tables. “I am stowing the supplies,” she said. “I am also rotating the stock here. We might have to stretch the food a bit since we have two people here and your planners only planned to supply the base for one.”
“There is plenty here,” I said.
“I agree,” she said, “but I didn’t find that out until I started to inventory the food. Although if worse comes to worse and we are out here longer without resupply, we can take the shuttle back up to the Fortune and raid the galley there. You got proper suits and stuff and according to the chart, the Fortune is in a stable orbit of Neptune.”
I looked around. She made a lot of progress on unpacking the food supplies. “You’ve thought quite a bit about this,” I said.
She reached for my hand, which I took, and then jumped from the counter. “Of course,” she said. “I also should try to earn my keep.”
I was please her restocking effort, but I also felt a little guilty for not doing it myself. It was not like there was anything else for me to do and I was required to restock instead of letting the supplies sit in the hallway. The only thing I had done besides parking the dry goods on the tables and against the wall was pulling the pallet of frozen goods into the freezer.
###
That evening we ate a feast. The proper ingredients were easier to find and Alison gave the meal a woman’s touch. We even had a salad before the meal and she had crawled through the frozen foods to find some ice cream for dessert.
She stuck her fork in the lettuce and held it up. “This is pretty good,” she said. “Where do you get green lettuce?”
“Um,” I said, “all lettuce is green. That is how it grows on Earth, except there it is greener and not freeze-dried.”
“Lettuce is black on Epsilon Eridani III. Most plants are black there. You can only see the amazing color patterns if you wear infrared glasses. Most animals and insects see in infrared on Eridani III, so no plants are really colorful to humans.”
“Sounds depressing,” I said.
“Well, I grew up that way. How much difference can colorful plants make?” she asked.
“Women like to get colorful flowers,” I said. “In fact my wife used to love it when I brought her flowers, especially when there wasn’t a holiday. I brought them to her because I loved her.”
A wave of disappointment washed across Alison’s face. “You’re married?”
“She died in an aircar accident,” I whispered. It was all I could do not to cry. “We argued the last time she and I spoke, and now she is gone.”
“I’m so sorry,” said Alison. She paused for a moment, but apparently thought it was okay to say what she was going to say. “I know how you feel. I argued with my parents before I left on the Fortune. With time dilation, I thought I wouldn’t see them again. I don’t know what happened to them or anyone else I left behind. I felt guilty about it for the whole trip to Earth. That’s probably the reason I started wetting.”
“But now you can go back home in about six months and see them within the year,” I said.
“That’s true, but Mom and Dad are almost seventy. I hope they are still around when I visit again.”
We finished the meal and by the time we started on dessert, the conversations had moved to lighter subjects. “They usually just spray paint the leaves of existing trees and flowers when they do movie scenes that are set on Earth,” she said. “Of course now with FTL, they can now bring real Earth plant seeds to use in sets.”
“They’ll probably need to use special lights if they want them to grow,” I said. Suddenly an awful smell filled the air. I wrinkled my nose and then looked around for the source of the smell.
“Oops,” said Alison. Her face turned red and she smiled slyly.
“You didn’t?” I said astonished.
She took one last bite of her dessert and then stood up. “I’ll go shower,” she said. She turned and waddled away with an obvious bulge in the back of her EVA diaper.
###
The next day I caught her in a wet diaper. “Alison,” I asked, “are you trying to get to the bathroom on time?”
“I am wearing a diaper,” she said. “I don’t really need to worry about getting up to use the restroom. Besides you don’t tease me like the other crewmembers of the Fortune.”
I sighed. “You know you can become dependent on diapers if you don’t try to avoid accidents. You don’t really want to deal with diapers when you get to the beach on Earth and want to wear a bikini.”
She nodded. “You are being nice about this. I still might have accidents, but I promise I’ll try to make it to the bathroom.”
“Good,” I said. “That is all I ask.”
After that she made more of an effort to get to the bathroom. She still used her diapers at night when she was in bed, but I didn’t notice her sitting in a wet diaper as often during the day.
###
When we had been together for almost five months, the incoming ship alarm went off. I raced to the control room and Alison followed behind.
“What’s that sound?” she asked.
“Our ticket to Earth,” I said. “We can tow your ship back to Earth so you can sell your cargo and then arrange passage back to Eridani. You might even make enough on your cargo to buy an FTL drive for your ship, make repairs, and head back home to see your parents.”
“I’ll believe that when I see it,” she said.
I picked up the mike. “Gemini, this is Triton Station. Please state your ETA and intentions.” I waited for the time for the round trip communication.
“This is Gemini. ETA is six days and our intentions are resupply and relief for station personnel,” the voice from the speaker said.
“There is a straggler ship in orbit around Neptune,” I said. “Will a trip to tow it back to the inner system be possible,” I asked. “The ship’s hull was breached and most of the crew were killed, but one surviving crewperson was evacuated to the station. Will passage for her be possible?”
I waited for the communication lag again.
“Yes,” said the transmission from Gemini, “we’ll clear some room for an additional passenger.”
“Here that?” I said as I turned to Alison. “I told you they would...” My voice trailed off. Alison was gone.
###
“None of the crew of Gemini could find any trace she was on the station at all,” said Dr Emily Gleeson. “Why do you think that is?”
“I don’t know. She had to be on the station somewhere. No space suits were missing and the shuttle was the same way I left it when we arrived from the Fortune,” I said.
“Where was there to hide on the station?” she asked. “Never mind. Please finish your story.”
###
In the final week when I was awaiting the arrival of the relief ship Gemini, I search the station from top to bottom looking for her. She was nowhere to be found. I searched the galley, the lounge, my quarters, the restrooms, and even the sanitary tank reservoirs. The latter was the most disgusting place to look, but I didn’t care. I had to find her. I then checked the shuttle. It was in its slip and it was empty. The cleaning bot I had put on the chair had even cleaned Alison’s pee stain. It was still trapped in the immaculately cleaned shuttle and fled through the door as soon as I had opened it. Obviously no one used the shuttles. I also checked out the suit lockers. All the suits were accounted for. I suddenly had a horrible thought.
I quickly readied a suit and put it on. I then exited the station through the only airlock in that building. What if she had left without a suit? I walked all around the station, even though I knew she couldn’t make it ten feet without a space suit. Triton’s outdoor temperature was almost 400 below zero on the Fahrenheit scale. I finally went back inside.
The crew of the Gemini found no sign of her either. Finally, I had to get on the ship and go home alone. Instead of going to Mars I was sent straight to Earth.
###
“So what is the official story about where she went?” I asked.
“She never existed,” said Dr Emily. “You made her up.”
“But she was there. I saw her. If she didn’t exist, then who put away the supplies? Who did the deep cleaning of the station? Who did I talk to for almost five months?” It was a ridiculous idea the Alison Randall did not exist. “I suppose you are going to say that the SS Fortune doesn’t exist.”
“No,” said Dr. Emily, “I’m not. I am going to say that Alison Randall never came down from the Fortune once you saw her.” She pushed a button and a wall panel moved aside revealing a view screen. “Watch the view screen.”
A camera moved around the inside of the SS Fortune. The floating camera came to a door that said, “Spine.” An arm reached up and opened the door to reveal another airless compartment beyond. Inside a body floated. The figure was frozen in the moment that air had escaped the compartment. She was trying to pull on a space suit but hadn’t got it pulled up higher than her legs. She only wore a t-shirt and an EVA diaper.
“They all died two months before they reached Neptunes orbit. That’s Alison Randall floating there. She was dead all along. Your brain pulled her image off out and used her so you wouldn’t have to think about your loneliness.”
“It can’t be,” I said. “Who wet the co-pilot’s seat in the shuttle? Surely the video log in the shuttle caught that.”
“It did,” said Dr. Emily. “It showed you knocking your coffee over onto the co-pilot’s chair.” She pulled up another screen and I saw the coffee cup fall over and create a circular wet spot on the chair.
“No,” I said. “It’s not her.” I pointed to the other view screen. “That is some other girl. Alison came back to the station with me.”
“Look,” said Dr. Emily.
The body rotated until I could see her from the front. The nametag area of her shirt said Alison Randell. She looked the same as Alison, but her skin was a bluish shade. She almost looked like the way my wife when they dragged her body from the crashed aircar. I felt empty then and I felt just as empty now. |
I get that when a story or series gets too long and you're barely getting into it, it can be very overwhelming to try to catch up. So I'm going to post a summery for every chapter, or sub section, of the series. I'll keep it as brief as possible without leaving out important details that contribute to the series.
Just a quick note, this story is heavily noted and praised for the richness of the characters, and the craziness of the story.
Part 1
Tina wakes up to a thick, sodden, wet night-time diaper and strips to get in the shower. While she's showering, she introduces her three main friends, Sarah, Megan, and Riley. She tells the story of how the tree of them found out about her bed wetting issue, and her day time incontinence, during a sleep-over. Her friends promise not to tell anyone, and they remained true to their word. Tina needs diapers day in and day out due to a number of medical conditions. Rather then that, she's a fairly typical, young teen girl fourteen years old.
Part 2
Tina is out of the shower and headed towards the kitchen for Mom's homemade breakfast, where we mete Tina's perky mother and her grumpy father. While they're having breakfast, a bird runs into the window and injures itself. Tina and her mother race to the birds aid with first aid supplies. The bird comes to know Tina and her family, and is eventually named Charlie. There was a gaping plot whole, establishing the bird as a female, when later the bird was given a male name. The male name is there to stay, so I apologize for the blunder. The bird is male.
Tina metes her fourth friend named Tomas, Tom for short, at her bus stop, where she also metes her soon-to-be-named new bird friend. The bus driver drives extremely carelessly to school with the students and dropped them off in the middle of the court yard, as apposed to the drop off.
Part 3
Tom and Tina go into the library to do their thing, where we mete Mr. Garder. Mr. Garder is an extreme germaphobic who wears glove before he uses anything and carries germ-x in his pocket. Tom helps Tina with her math homework, but then she has to go to the bathroom. Despite wearing diapers, she likes to use the toilet sometimes so she doesn't go through as many. When she gets there, there's a lineup. The girls in the bathroom prioritize Tina for the stalls and she was able to make it in time with minimal leakage.
With her pull-up around her ankles, she assumes she's safe from peoples view, but as is revealed in Kelly's log, Kelly saw her diaper in plain view from under the door of the stall, and dedicates her life towards protecting her, swearing on her life that one day she'd tell Tina what she saw so Tina could be more careful. This part ends when Tina returns to continue her math homework.
Part 4: Diaper trouble (First major omo chapter.)
Tina begins by explaining her medical problems in detail. One, her bladder is over-reactive, two, her body doesn't hold on to the water it retains, and three, her body dosn't tell her until late when she needs to go. She goes through her classes of the day when she has to go to the bathroom during her English test. She decides to use her diaper for this instance since the class wasn't near over. There's lots of details in this scene.
During class discussion, Kelly, Tina's new-found stalker guardian, partners up with her and starts talking about the strangest, most awkward bathroom topics out of self consciousness; unable to pursue her promise to tell Tina what she saw in the bathroom. After a long day in class, sitting in her increasingly uncomfortable diaper, Tina is able to make a quick stop by the bathroom and change her diaper for next class.
Chapter 5: S'mores Anyone?
This is my largest chapter ever, and the first to be labeled as such. This story as a whole is a guinea pig experiment with a new secret ingredient, character. As I began writing the series, I began to realize that A) there was no long term plot aside from twists and turns involving the characters themselves I plan on inserting in the story and B) I started to realize that if I didn't think of something, I would very soon run out of wetting scenarios, and scenarios all together. Thus, Chapter 5 was borne, with one more ingredient, a plot. From now on, my chapters will have a distinct plot, and they will all build up to the end, if there is an end.
On to the review itself. Tina packs her bags for a school field trip, a camping trip. Meanwhile her father is swearing at the neighbors from his back yard about the barking dogs. He gets into a fight with a Hispanic fellow in a different yard. Tina's bags are packed and ready for the trip for morning. She takes her bags to the bus and uses the bathroom before they leave, but it wouldn't be enough. It was a four hour trip and Tina had two hours or more.
Before the students left for camp, the buss driver for the travel bus had a cardiac arrest and Mrs. Sherry, the dangerous buss driver, took his place.
After wetting her diaper once, Tina flooded it later and soaked the seat and her skirt durring the trip, while sitting next to the "cutest boy in the school." Here's where another major plot whole comes in. He was named Jeremy in the narration, but later he introduces himself as Charm. He live up to his name in poetry and his love obsession for Tina. The name Charm is here to say.
Everyone else on the bus had to go urgently, so Mrs. Sherry drove off the highway and cleared a path through the woods that lead directly to camp. Kelly's log explains further that that pathway is used to this day by drivers to get to camp. By the time every one gets to camp, everyone is bursting, and it's evident that the entire buss wasn't going to make it through the lines to the bathroom, so Mrs. Sherry takes them into the woods again to go. Along the way, she crosses a river where she hits a bear with her bumper, once on her way there and once on her way back, who was just trying to catch a fish. By the time Mrs. Sherry gets students into the forest, they have all peed their pants, including teachers. This gave Mr. Garder a beg cleaning job to do.
In Kelly's log, Kelly explains a side story of why she wet her pants on the bus, since she was also part of the ride to the forest. She bathed in the river Mrs. Sherry crossed where she met the bear, who chased her up the tree naked. She wet herself a second time upon encounter with the bear. The rangers come to pick her up and get her down out of the tree some time after the bear left. Kelly hid in her dorm for most of the day with humiliation, but then she got a pantie shot of Tina's diaper and remembered her ultimate goal of protecting Tina and confessing what she saw in the bathroom with her, her diaper.
The first encounter with the bear written in the story was with Tina, who was chased out of the forest after trying to relieve her bladder. She soiled herself when she got tackled by the bear before the bear smelled her diaper and walked off. Her friends came to comfort her and lead her out of the forest. Tina encounters the bear again when she tries to pee in the forest at night before she goes to bed. When Her friend Riley finds her, she yells at Tina for running off into the forest, and explains her concern for her. This is a delicate scene between them, that reveals a more protective side to Riley.
Befoer Tina's second encounter with the bear, she enjoys hot dogs and s'mores with her class mates, where she wets her diaper in the line to get her roasting supplies. Megan, her other friend, is revealed to be a vegan, eating only s'mores with her own non-dairy chocolate. Another plot whole is that she ate the worm that was offered to her before they took off to leave for camp, brought to them by Tina's bird, Charlie.
Tina forgets to change her diaper while she roasts her hot dog and s'mores. By the time she remembers she has to change, she has to pee again. This is when she goes into the forest and encounters the bear a second time.
As she goes to bed, she realizes that, seeing as her room mates are not her friends who know of her incontinence, she has to make a conscious effort to protect her secret from her room mates. Her friend Sarah helps her out of a situation where the girls push her to change in front of them, with good intentions in mind.
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That's it for now. Whew. That took a while. Hopefully now I can get more people to read the story I'm writing. No one really knows how enjoyable a story is until it get's too long to catch up with, not to treat my own horn, so I hope this helps. |
I'm going to do something new. Instead of posting the summery as soon as I post the latest update, I'm going to post a summery of the part previous to the latest post to encourage people to read the latest post after they've caught up, but for part 5 I'll make an exception because it is SOOOO long! I do encourage you to read it though. It's pretty good, and there's plenty of omorashi in it.
Ch. 6 Tina's Got Talent (Part 5)
This part picks up where Tiffany's ride, a pure bread horse, takes Tiffany and Tia to her home. During the ride, with the butler up front, Tiffany behind him and Tina in the back, Tina almost falls off the horse. Tiffany lifts Tina with her brute strength and places her between the butler and herself. This is a somewhat delicate moment as Tina narrates her sense of security in Tiffany's grip.
When they arrive at Tiffany's home, it's the most massive structure she'd ever seen. It's a bio-dome facility containing different artificial biomes a few square miles in size, as well as a laboratory, a large clothing and costume shop (changing room actually) and regular houses for each biome for Tiffany and her family to live and sleep in. As it turns out, her father works for NASA, who's gotten the world's scientists to invest in the facility for space colonization research. Additionally, her Mother turns out to be a world-famous celebrity, leaving Tiffany with the wealthiest, most prestigious state of affairs; having hundreds, maybe thousands of butlers and maids who all ride horses to get around and provide different services. Lastly, the facility has only four bathrooms throughout the entire expanse, making them difficult for Tina to manage.
Eventually, Tina is unable to make it to a bathroom in time, despite the obnoxious help she gets from twin maidens who try to carry her to the toilet. She has a leaky accident half way to the toilet, completely soiling her clothes. In the maid's obsession to serve Tina, they forcefully take her wet clothes off to clean her and change her, but they inevitably discover her wet diaper and realize she's incontinent. As a result, they request a high tech, state-of-the-art, custom tape on capable of holding several accidents. Though it looks like a perfectly normal diaper, the entire surface of the diaper works like a tv screen on which a wetness indicator flashes, the wetness indicator interface (Wii). Additionally, the diaper has the ability to disguise itself as a number of different, random objects using it's tv screen properties.
After Tina is changed into this new diaper, She's ridden over to the mall sized changing room by horse. It has the world's largest selecting of modelling costumes, uniforms and swim suites. Tiffany metes her other two friends in the changing room, Tia and Tyler, who smother Tina with affection and excitement before the drag her along to find costumes for her to try out. Tina convinces them to train her to model first before she changes into any clothes in order to stall the inevitable discovery of her incontinence.
While Tina trains under Tiffany, who's mother is a model, and enjoys herself, Tina's friends practice their acts for the talent show at Megan's house, where they mete Megan's Mom.
Megan practices her speech for veganism while Tom helps her formulate her speech with his spiritual wisdom. Sarah pitches in for Megan's speech as well by giving her facts and statistics. Riley practices belching out the song "Baby" by America's most hated and beloved pop star Justin Beiber. Sarah rehearses her presentation about why the big bang theory is incorrect, and what really happened.
Upon meeting Megan's mom, she turns out to be sweet, chirpy, and cheerful on the surface, but under the surface, it is revealed that she has deep, traumatic experiences that effect her behavior. For example, the conversation between Megan's mom and Riley proceeds as follows.
“Hey, Megan’s Mom?” Riley asked, belching accidentally.
“Yes my lovely star?”
“If your best friend wants to be a slutty model for the talent show, and you don’t want creepy males sticking their penis in her vagina, what do you do?”
She giggled. “That’s easy.” She smiled with a cheerful twinkle in her eye.
“You simply take a dull, rusty pair of scissors that are about a hundred years old and wrench off his penis like a dog rips off a chickens wings, struggling to completely cut through, you fiercely yank and tug while the delicious blood splatters everywhere and he’s helplessly strapped by his arms and legs to the kitchen table shrieking for mercy and begging for God’s forgiveness!” She laughed insanely. “How do you like that Gordon! I’ll bet you don’t get any of that in prison!”
She paused for a minute to take back the awkward silence. “That is, of course, provided Gordon actually raped me!” She laughed uncomfortably.
Riley and Sarah sat on the floor dumfounded. Their faces froze in place.
“You’re so funny Mom!” Megan laughed.
This moment reveals a very obvious event in her life that has left her traumatized. As a result, she takes pleasure in torturing a chicken by cutting it's limbs off with an ax for dinner. She takes the limbs and sticks them in the microwave, resulting in a bloody dish. She also cooks some vegetables for her vegan daughter, who may very well be vegan for a good reason at this point. Megan's friends, including Tom, feel extremely uncomfortable around the mother, except Megan of course, since she's used to it.
Back at Tiffany's enormous home, Tina doges yet another situation where Tiffany and her friends want her to change in front of them by saying it's night time, but she ends up stuck sleeping at her regular house in the swamp biome. The only problem is, there's no bathrooms in Tiffany's normal houses because she and her family prefer to go in the forests. This is problematic for Tina since she wears diapers. It's especially problematic since Tina can't take her diaper off to go to the bathroom, even in the woods, because she wouldn't be able to put it back on. She pees in the diaper for the fifth time that day in Tiffany's house, hoping it could still last her the night.
Tiffany and her friends try to get Tina to change into some pajamas in front of them again, and she declines, saying she'll sleep in her clothes, but Tiffany holds her in an arm lock and tells her friends to yank her skirt down. Tina is helpless as they succeed, and discover something shocking about her attire.
Tina breaks down and cries while the girls are extremely apologetic, but when she looks down at her thick, wet diaper, what she sees is a perfectly normal pair of black, sexy underwear. With the diapers ability to disguise itself as random objects, it disguises itself as a pair of underwear, which was worn by Tiffany's world-famous mother in a sexually abusive movie that she starred in. Now Tina's embarrassed for a completely different reason, and it's apparent why Tiffany and her friends reacted the way they did.
Megan and her friends go to bed at night for the sleep over, and Megan is the only one who is able to sleep soundly. In Tiffany's home, Tina is the only one who can't sleep soundly. |
> Story request by Krystal, for all idea credit, hope you enjoy!
> Third part is here: A Taste of Revenge
> Second part is here: The Troublesome Task
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The high school’s notorious clock tower rang in the foggy morning with its low and ominous droll. The fog seemingly dulled the noise, the warning bell ten minutes before classes started. It was a dreary morning, with blurry figures only being revealed from the concealment a few feet in front of one’s own face. The students shifted towards the building’s entrances, the distant individual shadows melding into one. The lanterns outside of the bricked building served as a sort of lighthouse for the students in this gloomy autumn morning. Unfamiliar with the school, Lillie fumbled in search of the main entrance, poking around to try and regain her bearings with a minute map. A few beads of sweat anxiously dabbled the young girl’s forehead, plastering several stray blonde hairs to her head. She only had a simple ten minutes to find the entrance and the room where her English class awaited. It was a particularly humid day, but the unease of her first day in this high school made the sophomore so edgy she could scarce keep still. A stray drop of sweat snaked its way down her cheek, but the young girl quickly mops it up with her sleeve. She adjusts the cross-patterned green hairband on her head, ensuring the orange tiger lily was still tucked in the side. Some thought of it as immature, but it meant a great deal to her and soon became one of her quirks.
A pang of concern caused the mousy girl to blindly stumble into another person, their details quickly refining into another female student. ‘Oof!’, within an instant, the two were on the ground in a tangle of limbs. A new level of panic shot through Lillie, scrambling to assist the girl in getting up and gathering her things.
“I’m sor- I’m so so so sorry! I’m new here and thought I would be late and I woke up late and thought the teachers would hate me if-“.
Two notebooks and a few papers of the victim lay sprawled out in the grass and walkway, only to be scooped up by a very apologetic Lillie. The embarrassed girl nervously brushes back her long blonde hair, waiting for a response from the now disheveled student. A minute sting of pain struck her scratched hand, but she disregarded it to ensure everything else was fine. Her mandatory black school uniform jacket and white shirt below were a little ruffled, but nothing a quick adjustment couldn’t fix.
The petite girl rose from the ground now adorned with a few scrapes on her knees.
“No! Don’t worry about it, I was just caught up in my thoughts, I shouldn’t have been just standing in the way like that. I’m Jena, don’t think I’ve seen you around before?” She politely brushes a patch of dirt from her grey skirt and corrects the wrongdoings of her short dark hair. With a limited hairstyle, it was only a second of brushing her hair to one side before she felt satisfied with it. The smaller framed girl glanced up with soft, friendly yellow eyes, revealing the sincerity in her words.
Lillie’s eyes drifted towards the scrapes on the small girl’s legs and cringes at the discomfort she put this girl through. “I’m... Lillie. Just moved into town last week.” Her lively emerald eyes meekly peered towards the ground below to break eye contact. It was pretty obvious she was mortified to hurt someone so soon after her beginning. “... Today’s actually my first day.”
Jena’s face was overtaken by a comforting smile, “Oh! Welcome then, what year?” She began to pace forward slowly with first block so imminent and Lillie mimicked.
“Sophomore”, muttered the blonde girl, almost as if bothered by it.
The petite girl paused, almost as if pondering it for a moment, “Nothing to be ashamed about, I’m only a junior.”
The booming school bell gave another single heavy chime, sending the small girl off in a hurry.
“Crap! Have to get going, class is on the other side of the building, see ya around Lillie!”
“S-sorry again, bye!”, the words clumsily left her mouth.
In a bound of good fortunate, Jena had led the confused sophomore up the main entrance and her first class was only a short stroll down the hall. The school was more up-to-date than her previous, with freshly tiled floors and a crisp modern feel to it all. Lillie gingerly took a seat towards the back of her first class. The first class of the day went by without issue, a tentatively bland and dry course with a healthy amount of homework to go with it. Secretly Lillie enjoyed the dated literary works they were covering, but it would be the last thing she would ever tell anyone.
Her stomach churned as the sophomore peered down at the schedule in her hands, with second block gym following up her english course. Gym had never been her strong point other than swimming, so this was easily her most dreaded part of the day other than the stark awkwardness of finding a table at lunch. Lillie made her way loathsomely to the gymnasium, shuffling her way through the crowded hallway in between classes.
The young girl opens up the set of thick wooden doors, revealing the expansive gym and a group of students all seated in the center. It was probably going to be the usual first day of gym, covering the course and what would be expected of them. Lillie took a seat towards the back of group, only to soon after spot the familiar form and dark hair of Jena. She muddles her way towards the girl, an acquaintance in a sea of unknown faces.
“Oh, you’re in my gym class? I thought you were a junior?”, the whisper was almost difficult to make out, the blonde-haired girl trying to not interrupt the gym teacher’s syllabus.
“Sometimes they mix classes up for gym and art classes, but hey! At least there’s one sophomore out of this whole group that I know.”, the yellow eyes of Jena scanned the group, only recognizing a person or two from the grade below her.
The remainder of the period was uneventful, Jena and Lillie exchanged a few words here and there to distract from the dry material of the course description.
Lillie’s classes went by quickly, meeting a few other peers and trying to familiarize herself with the day-to-day schedule. It was a change enough with how much more hustle and bustle there was here compared to her own high school. There should could probably name a grand majority of the students in the same grade and even a good amount in the entire school. It was a finite adjustment for her with an overall different lifestyle there. The sophomore shyly introduced herself to a few, but still felt that invisible strain of being an out-of-towner.
The next few weeks went by uneventfully, the petite girl buzzing about her academics and familiarizing herself with this strange town. Lillie acquainted herself with a few peers, but ultimately felt ostracized for being the new student, almost grouped in with the freshmen.
The trouble started on a brisk autumn Friday, their class was set to play volleyball inside the vast gymnasium. Lillie and Jena were chatting in the lockerroom about the upcoming weekend.
“So, wanna head into town for a bit after school? Around 5 if you’re open?”, Jena extended the invite towards the still awkward sophomore.
Lillie had to veil her excitement, for she really had a friend at the school now, it was a start. The two had been growing closer over the past few weeks and made the move that much less intimidating. It was a lonely start here, but the blonde-haired girl was starting to warm up to the town.
“Sure! I’ll head home and then walk on over after, meet you at Clark's?” A small diner in town made its home as their meeting place.
The gym class started out ordinarily, a quick drill and lesson about proper technique for serving in volleyball, then making teams. They split off into groups and started to form the teams. Lillie was agile enough, but just lacking that spot of hand-eye coordination that makes a great volleyball player. The small girl had rotated to the back row and spotted a high flyer coming towards and poised for the return. She forms her arms low and moves in, but staggers on one of her teammates’ shoes, stumbling into a fall. The blonde-hair falls into her eyes as she fumbles forward, her arms wildly clutching for something to spare her the tumble.
Instinctively she feels contact with something, but still manages to land clumsily to the hardwood floor with a thud, a heavy pain hitting her knees and elbows. Still coming to, she hears an immense gasp and an eerie silence overtake the whole gym. No just the other team was staring at her, but the whole class. Time seemingly stood still, but after a moment Lillie realized they weren’t looking at her, but at something else. She slowly looks up to see the bare flesh of her peer, Lindsay, and the now askew gym shorts and panties, about halfway down her legs.
In a shrill scream, the girl in front of her scrambles her hands downwards to cover herself up, bringing her clothes back up in matter of seconds. Frantically she tried to conceal her now revealed womanhood. The boys around were almost all smirking, exceptions only being those shyly turned away with blushed faces. Lillie’s terrified green eyes peer up to make contact with an infuriated set of blue eyes accompanied by tears. “I’ll get you back for this, I swear.” The girl, sobbing, sprints back towards the lockerroom.
The gym teacher calms down the class as Lillie follows momentarily behind to apologize and ask if there’s anything she can do. She felt so bad, her clumsiness always caused so much trouble. Even worse yet, when Lillie entered the lockerroom, it was completely empty. She didn’t see the girl the rest of the class and carried her guilt the rest of the day.
The remainder of the day she set to seeking out the girl she had wronged, but with no avail. The day came to a close as the last class let out and students piled into the hallways. It was a Friday afternoon, so the students were in more of a frenzy than usual. Lillie stood at her locker, stuffing her backpack with whichever books she needed for the weekend. Just as she was about to zip up her bag, a realization dawned on her. The green notebook with her notes for test on Monday wasn’t there. She sifted through the contents of her locker, interrupted by the girl from gym class. Lillie didn’t know much about her, only that she was a rather shy girl, played on the soccer team, and made Lillie feel terribly out of shape. The sophomore started, her built up guilt making its way out of her mouth, “I’m so sorry, I swear. I tripped and fell and didn’t mean to. At all, seriously.”The girl’s sapphire eyes shifted from Lille’s open locker to Lillie, “It’s okay, I’m sure no one will remember on Monday.” There was a residual sense of sarcasm in her voice. “I did see your one notebook on the bench though, you had your name written in the front. I would’ve grabbed it, but I didn’t know where your locker was. I was on my way to the bus and I saw you and thought I’d let you know. Have a good weekend.”
"Thanks... bye.", Lillie managed to say before the girl vanished. With as quickly as she appeared, she was gone.
The whole thing really put Lillie in a strange mood, but she needed that notebook and set off to snag it before the buses left. She closed her locker, accidentally leaving her bag to grab on the way back. She found the lockerroom door was unlocked thankfully and with a decent effort, forces the door open. As the girl had said, her green notebook was waiting inside.
The heavy weighted door eases itself backwards as soon as she let it go. Lillie was heading to grab the book she had so neglectfully left in the lockerroom, then off to her eagerly-awaited weekend. A few paces into her stride, the wooden door emitted a heavy ‘clack’ noise. Thinking nothing of it beyond the metal piece making contact, the blonde-haired girl spies her notebook waiting dead ahead and bounds off to grab it. She could still easily make the bus after this impromptu errand, so there was no cause for concern. Lillie scoops it up and gingerly holds it to her chest and begins to make her way towards the door. With her mind wandering off to her agenda for the weekend, her thoughts are interrupted by a harsh ‘clack’, by no mistake the door being forcefully locked.
A stiffened panic set throughout the girl and sent a churning feeling to her stomach. The frightened sophmore sprints to door and furiously pulls at the handle, only to feel the expected resistance. The thick wooden door stubbornly stood unmoved, clearly locked. After a few more futile attempts to open the door, she began to pound on it with her fists while crying out for help. It was a solid 15 minutes before she realized this might not be the Friday afternoon she had been hoping for. Not only was she going to have to call home to be picked up from school because she missed the bus, but also when would she even get out? A desperate cry left her mouth and the scared girl could feel tears begin to well up in her emerald eyes.
Defeated, she sat on the bench in between the lockers. Her phone was in her backpack and her backpack was in her normal locker, not her gym locker. Every 5 minutes she would go and yell for help and give the door several forceful hits, but all to no avail. A grim idea of having to spend the night and starve here made her begin to sob again. The time was also a test on her now irritating urge to use the bathroom. The lockerroom was seperated into two sections, the lockers and then the bathrooms and showers. Lillie tries the other door to the bathrooms and showers, only to find it locked as well.
Her stomach lets out a tortured gurgle, the rumble setting an uncomfortable strain on her urge to pee. She uneasily shifts while seated on the bench, trying to figure out just how she could get someone’s attention. Another half an hour passes, with her body pressing her for relief and for some form of food.
Lillie lets out a distressed whimper, only greeted by the echoing response in the locker room. She rests one hand on top of her pulsing bladder, while her other tries to hold it all in. A numbing sensation slowly was overtaking her lower body, causing the petite girl to wince for a moment. She hastily paces about the empty locker room, tugging on random lockers to see if she could find anything to relieve herself in. A lunchbox? A coffee mug? A bag even? The sophmore is only left with tightly sealed lockers, making her panic increase. A few stray beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead, her mind racing and trying to figure out a solution for her.
A churning builds in her stomach as she realizes she might have to pee on the white tiled floor of the empty locker room. The bathrooms and showers were only one thick locked wooden door away, teasing her poor body. A stray trail of wee snakes its way down the tortured girl’s leg, causing her to peer down to see in her good fortune that none of it showed. The tickling sensation down her leg drives Lillie crazy and almost over the edge, had it not been for her strong will. The poor girl freezes up, feeling the first drop making contact with her white knee-high socks. The tormented sophmore feels her full bladder harshly pressing on the waistline of her dark grey trousers. In order to alleviate some of the pressure, Lillie slips one hand up to aptly undo the button, quickly giving her expanded bladder some freedom. While it was a splendid little relief, the spurt she had lost earlier was nothing but a tease.
The frighetened girl gives a solid pound on the thick wooden door, but the effort causes another small spurt of pee to sneak its way out of her. Instantly she feels her striped panties re-dampen and the warmth spread outwards a little more.
“P-please! Someone l-let me out!!”
The blonde-haired girl’s voice trails off and her words became more personal, “I r--really really need to pee.”
It was lucky she was alone, at least she could hold herself and move around to try and distract herself. She dare not do that in public, for sake of anyone else seeing, but she was in her own privacy right now. At this point, the young girl was resorting to dancing in place, trying to hold back the impending flow. Her bladder was still so strongly pushing on her waistline, causing tears to well up in her soft green eyes. A sharp terrified gasp leaves the small girl, feeling a powerful spurt sneak its way past her control.
“No, no, no, no n-n-n-n-n-nooooo.”
Her hands clumsily fumble with her zipper below the button on the front of her pants, unable to stand still and undo it. The fumbling causes a sharp dark line to form along her right leg, the warm pee once again snaking down her leg. The dark spot creeps its way outwards, showing without doubt she was slowly peeing herself. Spurt after short spurt leaves Lillie until she successfully gets her pants halfway down her legs. Her grey trousers cling tightly to her legs from the spurts and she peers down to notice the large dark patch on her yellow-and-white striped panties.
It was then her control completely leaves her, the stream increasing in strength. The first solitary burst of urine goes downwards to her already wet trousers at her knees, quickly being absorbed by the material. She helplessly lets out another groan and leans back in a feeble attempt to get her trousers the remainder of the way down, her stream of pee arcs a little to spatter noisily against the locker in front of the sophmore. Lillie cringes at the sensation of her hot pee partially reflecting off of the locker and splashing back on her, but the battle had been lost. The pent-up pee quickly pools at her feet at the base of the locker and spreads outwards. A heavy defeated sigh comes from the humiliated girl as it pours out of her in increasing force.
The pulse in her chest felt erratic and untimely, her anxiety increasing as the liquid continuously flows out of her. The base of the red gym locker loudly echoed the stream in the vacant lockerroom, making her face turn a deep beet red akin to the locker. She was alone in her accident, but the shame and humiliation still lingered.
The young girl haphazardly takes her discarded pair of pants and tries to mop up her mess. The pee hastily saturates the grey pants, darkening and making the balled up cloth slightly heavier. It was a fruitless effort that halved the size of the puddle, but now only left Lillie with a bigger problem. The sophomore gingerly steps out of her soaked panties and ungraciously drops them into the puddle below, making the girl cringe at the sound of contact. Standing there now naked from the waist below, she feels the cool air make her aware just how extensive her wetting was. A shiver overtakes her, jolting her to quickly open her locker and slip into her yellow gym shorts.
Patiently seated and still shaken from her mishap, Lillie clutches tightly to the textbook, holding it against her chest. In an unsteady pattern, the sophomore taps her left foot while eagerly waiting to be freed. The worry of being stuck in the lockerroom all night was not a concern of hers, for the janitors always made their rounds before closing the school up for the night. Lillie gives a meek calling outside, “Hello? Anyone?”, with the only response being her echo.
It was a good thirty minutes until the distressed girl heard anything. She quickly puts her ear to the door and hears the approach of a set of feet, finally the janitor is here! A burst of enthusiasm enters her and presses out a sharp,
“Hey! I’m stuck in here!”.
Lillie stands there in the deep silence, quickly interrupted by a girl’s laughter. No, it was several.
Once again she hears the sharp ‘clack’ of the lock and sees four girls make their way into the lockerroom, Lindsay trailing behind the rest of them.
The girl in front grins and gives a confident shake of her head, “I’m Lynn, team captain of the soccer team and I look after my own. I heard you embarrassed my goalie, so I thought this was a good bit of revenge, bet you cried in here.” She followed it up with a sly grin and brushed her jet black hair to the side.
“Well, you weren’t even alone in here, thought we’d get some footage of you bawling like a baby like you were going to be here all weekend. We had practice today, so we thought you'd want to stay after with us. Well not so much with us as by yourself.”, she nimbly motions to another girl with her hands. The brown-haired girl starts to walk towards the bench and stops suddenly, both seeing and smelling the huge puddle of pee. In a horrified look she takes a step back.
The brown-hair girl looked up with her mouth agape, “Did you PEE yourself? Are you kidding me? Holy shit. What are you, 5?” The gagle began to roar with laughter, taunting the new girl with their words.
“Had a widdle accident?”, piped in another of her group.
Lynn spoke up again, her grin becoming more menical by the second as the brown-haired girl tip-toed around the puddle, stood on the bench and grabbed a video camera from on top of the lockers, “Well, seems this movie might be better than I thought.”
In a horrified stare, Lillie watched as the camera was brought down, glowing with its red watching light. The whole thing, her crying, her begging, and worst of all, her wetting all over herself was all caught on tape. A deep blush sets on the tortured girl’s face as she scrambles for words,
“But I. You. I.” She breathes for a moment and filters her words, “You can’t show that to anyone. Please, please don’t.”
The smug Lynn smiles and looks devilishly towards the other girls and then gives a demeaning wink to Lillie, “We’ll stay in touch.”
Edited February 18, 2015 by dodedrea
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You know when you’re browsing through old documents and you find those awful stories you wrote when you were younger that you‘ve forgotten about? Well, I’ve just found this little gem from when I was a crazy, clueless teenager. I guess you could call this my first attempt at omorashi fanfiction. It is actually an Alvin and The Chipmunks omorashi, back when I was still into them (don’t ask). I rewrote the ending to add some actual wetting, but other than that, everything else is untouched, including the author’s notes that I put throughout the story (I was originally going to post this on fanfiction.net, but I was too shy ) So, yeah, enjoy! *hides*
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“We’re here!” Dave said as he pulled the car into the mall’s parking lot. They were going to Future Shop to buy a new TV, and Alvin, as usual, was complaining.
“Ugh, this is soooooooo boring,” he sighed as Dave browsed through the store. “We’re wasting so much time when we could be at home watching TV!”
“How ironic,” Simon remarked. Dave was barely paying attention. He was too busy looking at the displays of wide screen TV’s spread around.
“Come on bros,” Alvin said. “Let’s ditch this place and go somewhere else, like Nintendo!” He was already heading towards the exit.
“Alvin, don’t you think we should consult Dave first?” Simon pointed out.
“Yeah, Alvin,” agreed Theodore. “I mean, what if we get lost? It is a big mall, you know.”
“Um, hello?” Alvin pulled out his iPhone. “I have this. Besides, with my impeccable sense of direction, there’s no way we can get lost!”
“Alvin!” they cried.
“Ugh, fine,” Alvin groaned. “Pain in the tail,” he muttered. “Hey Dave, we’re going to... uh, see if they have some outfits at... uh... American Eagle,” he lied. “We’ll be back soon!”
“What? Uh yeah, whatever,” Dave muttered, still distracted.
“Yes! Let’s go!” Alvin started running, Theodore and Simon hurried to catch up.
“Alvin, wait!” they called. “Slow down!” But Alvin couldn’t hear them. He ran out of the store and waited for his brothers.
“Next time don’t walk so slow,” Simon said sarcastically.
“So what do you want to do?” Alvin asked while they were on the escalator.
“Ooh, let’s go to the food court!” Theodore chirped. “I’m hungry!”
“Later Theodore,” Alvin said. “Let’s go somewhere fun, I’m bored.”
“There’s a great exhibit they just set up,” Simon suggested. “It’s on fossils, and-”
“You know, the food court actually sounds like a good idea!” Alvin said as they got off the escalator. He ran off once again. Simon rolled his eyes and followed his brothers. They arrived at the food court, and Theodore bought a large milkshake and fries, Simon got a cookie, and Alvin got a huge Coke which he refused to share.
“Alvin, are you sure you want to drink all that right now?” Simon said. “Why don’t you save some for later?”“I’m thirsty!” Alvin replied as he took a last sip. “Ahhhhhh.”
“Alvin! You drank all that already?” Theodore cried with his mouth full of fries. Alvin responded with a loud burp. “That’s disgusting!”
“Next time remind me to sit like 50 feet away from you,” said Simon, fanning the air with his hand.
“Whatever,” Alvin said casually. They waited until Theodore was done, then began walking again. Suddenly, Alvin stopped.
“What’s the matter, Alvin?” they asked.
“Damn, I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Well no wonder,” Simon said, rolling his eyes, “You just drank two whole litres of Coke.”
“I know. Where are the restrooms?”
“Hmm, let’s see what this map says.” They looked at the map of the mall, following the dot that said YOU ARE HERE.
“According to this, they’re right upstairs,” Simon realized.
“Well what are you waiting for? I have to pee, let’s go!!!”
They took the elevator and Alvin was relieved when they finally found the washrooms. “Yes!” he cried triumphantly. He ran over to the men’s room when he stopped in shock. A sign was hung saying the bathroom was out of order. “NO!!!” he literally got down onto his knees and screamed. “WHY??!!” Theodore hid his face in his hands in shame. Simon just sighed while shaking his head and said, “Alvin, stop being so dramatic.”
“This can’t be happening!!” Alvin cried, in false agony. “The pain!! The pain!!”
“Come on Theodore,” Simon gestured. “Let’s let him figure this out for himself.” They started walking away.
Alvin was desperate. What to do, what to do. Unless... he stared at the ladies room. The only answer. No, he thought. That’s against the rules. Even I wouldn’t dare. He noticed that Simon and Theodore were no longer with him. “Guys?” he said. “Where are you?” he saw them walking away. “HEY, WAIT UP!!!” he tried to catch them. Finally, he made it.
“So,” Simon smirked. “Have you solved your little problem, Alvin?”
“Wow, thanks for reminding me, Si. Now I have to go even worse!” Simon chuckled.
“Just hold it in, Alvin,” Theodore said quietly.
“Like I’ve got a choice.” They continued walking; Alvin began to feel more uncomfortable, it got to the point where he could barely even talk. “C-c-c-can w-w-we s-sit d-down? I d-don’t think w-w-walking is h-h-helping!”
“Sure Alvin,” they said and walked over to a nearby bench. Alvin felt a little better, but he was still jumpy.
“Hey look, it’s the chipmunks!” they heard familiar voices and turned around to see the chipettes running towards them. Oh god, he thought. Bad timing!
“Hi, Alvin!” Brittany chimed as her sisters greeted their counterparts.
“Um, h-h-hi, B-b-brittany,” Alvin stammered. He crossed his legs.
“Alvin! What’s wrong with you?” Brittany cried in shock. He wasn’t usually this nervous. Eveyrone turned towards Alvin.
“N-n-nothing’s w-wrong!” Alvin cried as he bounced up and down.
“Then why are you so jittery?”
“M-m-me? I-I-I’m n-not j-j-jittery!”
“Um guys, is he okay?” Jeanette asked.
“Alvin has to pee,” Theodore giggled.
“Wow, thanks Theodore,” Alvin muttered.
“Oh,” Brittany said. “That’s it? Have you tried the washrooms, Alvin?”
“Oh, why didn’t I think of that?” Alvin said sarcastically. “The washrooms are closed!”
“Aww man, I hate when that happens,” said Eleanor sympathetically.
“No, this is too good to be true,” Brittany laughed. “I can’t believe it!”
“It’s not funny, Brittany!” Alvin frowned. Brittany decided to take advantage of the situation and teased him.
“Boy, you must REALLY be desperate, huh, Alvin?”
“Brittany, I’m warning you,” Alvin threatened, while Eleanor and Jeanette tried not to laugh.
“I bet you’d just LOVE to pee right now, wouldn’t you?”
“Brittany...”
“Did I ever tell you about that time we went to Niagara Falls?”
“Brittany, shut up or I’ll pee all over you!!” Everyone burst out laughing.
“Aw, does Alvie have to go pee pee?” Brittany teased. They laughed again. Alvin blushed.
“Well, me and Jeanette are going to the bookstore,” Simon announced.
“We’ll come too, guys,” Eleanor said.
“Yeah, me and Eleanor want to find a cookbook,” Theodore said excitedly.
“How about we meet here in half an hour?” Brittany suggested.
“Okay!” the four chipmunks said as they walked towards the elevator.
“WAIT!” Alvin cried. “Don’t leave me alone with... her.” But it was too late.
“Listen, Brit,” he said impatiently. “I WASN’T kidding when I said I’d pee all over you.”
“Relax, Alvin,” Brittany said, flipping her wavy auburn hair. “I won’t torture you... on one condition.”
“What,” he sighed. Brittany leaned over and whispered something into his ear. “WHAT?” he shouted. “No way, you’re crazy!” Brittany made peeing noises. “Oh, fine. But you owe me, okay?”
“Sure, whatever you say, Alvin.” She grinned.
TO BE CONTINUED...
nah, just kidding :)
Later... Brittany had forced Alvin to accompany her to her favourite store, and wait while she tried on numerous outfits.
“How about this one?” Brittany asked as she came out of the dressing room for the hundredth time.
“It’s nice, now can we go?” Alvin said impatiently, squirming.
“Wait, I’m not done!” She stepped back into the dressing room. Alvin sighed. Looks like he was going to be here for a while...
10 minutes later...
“What do you think?” Brittany said, stepping out wearing a purple blouse and a pink miniskirt with golden sandals.
“F-fine,” Alvin stuttered, crossing his legs tightly. God, he thought. How many clothes can she try on?
After what seemed like forever, finally Brittany ran out of outfits.
“Finally!” Alvin cried. “So can you buy the stupid dresses so we can get out of here?”
“Nah, these aren’t really my style. They’re too tacky.” Alvin almost exploded with anger.
“YOU WHAT??!!! YOU TRIED ON A HUNDRED OUTFITS AND YOU AREN’T EVEN GOING TO BUY ONE??!!!!”
“Jeez, Alvin. It’s not like you’ve never wasted my time.”
“That’s it! I’m out of here!” he turned to walk out the store.
“Wait a minute! We’re not done. Remember your part of the deal?” She smirked at him.
“What?” he cried. “No way, remember, you said that was a joke!”
“Alvin, you promised.”
“Brittany!” Brittany started making peeing noises. “All right, fine, I’ll do it. I am never, ever, ever going to forgive you for this, Brittany. Ever.” Brittany laughed. Alvin closed his eyes and sighed. He couldn’t believe he was really going to do this...
He stepped out of the dressing room, mortified. He couldn’t believe he was wearing a DRESS!!! How did Brittany talk him into this? Brittany laughed so hard she fell to the ground, but she didn’t care. Alvin covered his beet red face with his hands.
“I hate you, Brittany.”
“Oh my god, Alvin, you are so convincible,” Brittany giggled, wiping a tear from her eye. “I have to show this to Eleanor and Jeanette.” She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture.
“If you post that on the internet, I swear you'll be a dead chipmunk.”
“Oh don’t worry, Alvin, I’m not that mean.” Lie, she thought, and grinned. Alvin stomped back into the dressing room. I can’t believe I actually did that. I’m such an idiot. Alvin finished changing, and the two chipmunks left the store, Alvin humiliated.
Later, they were sitting on the bench. Alvin was squirming from needing to go so badly and Brittany thought it was hilarious to watch him try to stay calm but he couldn’t.
“You know, Alvin, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this anxious.”
“That’s because I’ve never been this anxious!” He bounced up and down in anticipation. “Where’s Simon and the rest? They were supposed to be here by now!!”
Right on cue, the four chipmunks showed up holding Chapters bags in their hands, and walked towards Brittany and Alvin.
“Hi guys!” they said. Brittany and Alvin waved. They sat down.
“So, what did you two do?” asked Eleanor. Alvin covered his face in shame.
“He doesn’t want to talk about it,” Brittany explained. Everyone could tell right away how bad Alvin had to go; this was the worst day of his life.
“You know, Alvin, I warned you not to drink all that Coke,” Simon said in as-a-matter-of-fact tone.
“Simon, can you please say I told you so later?” Alvin said with his legs crossed. “Now’s not exactly the best time to talk about Coke.”
“Yeah, guys, leave him alone,” Brittany said. “He hasn’t had a very PEE-ceful day!” Everyone laughed.
“Oh, ha ha ha ha ha,” Alvin laughed sarcastically. “That’s real funny.” Suddenly he felt his phone vibrate. He saw a text from Dave that said: Hey Alvin, I'm all set to go. Come meet me outside Future Shop. “Oh, suckers!” he laughed. “I get to go home now!” The chipmunks said goodbye to the chipettes.
“Finally,” Alvin thought. “Now I'll go home and put myself out of this misery.” They ran back to Future Shop where Dave was waiting. He decided to purchase the TV some other day.
"Okay boys, let's go," he said cheerfully. They walked outside to the parking lot. "Hmm... now where did I park that car?"
uh oh, looks like Alvin's in trouble! Oh well, I like to stretch this story. Keep reading!
"What do you mean you don't know where it is?" Alvin gasped, his legs shaking.
"Now, hold on, I'll remember," Dave said unsurely. He started thinking. Alvin buried his hands deep into his knees. Please, god, kill me now.
“Oh, wait, now I remember!” Dave cried, snapping his finger. He led the boys to the other side of the mall. Never had Alvin been so glad to see his car. He almost felt like hugging it but then realized his brothers would never let him live it down.
“Alvin, put your seatbelt on,” Dave said once they were inside. Alvin was hesitant. The pressure of the seatbelt wouldn’t really help his...problem.
“But Dave...”
“No buts, Alvin. Safety first.” Alvin groaned and did as he was told. Now he had to go even worse.
“Don’t worry Alvin,” Theodore reassured him. “We’re only twenty minutes from home. It won’t take long.” But he was wrong...
ahhh don’t you just love cliff-hangers? If you keep reading I’ll give you a hug! Pretty please?? Ok, I’ll shut up now.
About five minutes later, Alvin noticed the car had stopped. He looked out the window. No! he thought. Not traffic! This can’t be happening!!! Almost like he could read his brother’s mind, Simon said, “Relax, Alvin. It’s only a minor jam. It’ll clear up soon.”
Thirty-one minutes later... they were still stuck in traffic and by that point Alvin was about to explode. He couldn’t take it anymore. He clicked off his seatbelt so he wouldn’t wet himself.
“Alvin, what did I say about the seatbelt?” Dave said.
“But Dave, what’s the point? We’re not even moving.”
“He’s right Dave,” Theodore agreed.
“Alvin...”“Oh, all right.”
He hesitantly put his seatbelt back on. Now he was sure he wasn’t going to make it. But suddenly, the cars magically started to move. Alvin gasped. Could it be? He was so relieved he almost forgot how much he needed to pee until he saw a water fountain out the window. Then, almost as if the sky wanted to torture Alvin some more, it began to rain.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me. He started to shake, but tried to dissimulate it. He wanted to ask Dave if they could pull over so he could go in a tree or something, but he convinced himself that they were almost home, so it didn’t really matter. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he saw their house. Hallelujah! The car pulled into the driveway and they stepped out, but poor Alvin could barely walk. He stumbled out of the car and slowly made his way to the door where his brothers and Dave were standing.
“Now where did I put those keys,” Dave muttered as he searched his pockets. “Uh oh...”
“No!” Alvin cried a little too loud. “Why???!!”
“Alvin, relax,” Simon said. “He found them.”
“NO!!!-wait, he did?” He saw suddenly that he was the only one standing outside. Everyone else had already gone inside. He ran in, and then made a dash for the bathroom. He was so glad when he saw it was empty.
“Hello, Mr. Toilet!” he said. He ran over, so glad he could finally relieve himself. Suddenly, he stopped. “Wait a minute. Oh my god, my zipper’s stuck! NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!”
He couldn’t believe it; his zipper was caught in his jeans right in front of the toilet. He began to sweat as soon as the first few drops of pee leaked into his boxers, and he tugged furiously at the zipper, but this tugging only agitated his bladder more. Now his underwear was flooding with warm urine, which flowed down his pants legs and onto the floor. The exhausted chipmunk finally went limp, and collapsed onto his knees, laying his head on the toilet seat and sighing with relief. Pee continued to permeate his glistening dark jeans and formed a pond around his legs that soaked into his shoes.
Finally the waterfall had run dry, and Alvin now opened his eyes and blushed brightly as he realized what he had done. Crap, he thought. How am I going to get out of this one?! |
In order to be able to write and post without getting constantly suspected of having made up or exaggerated, when I write about my experiences, I'll try to write a fiction (or maybe several fictions if it seems to be liked). In the fictions I'll use my own experiences but you'll never know if I write about something I've experienced myself or if I'm making it up. Or if it's a mix. It'll be brilliant; I just have to put another person (or persons; it could be a little of me in different persons) in my place in the story and then I don't have to defend myself against more or less explicit suspicions of lying! What a relief it'll be for me and, hopefully, for the readers as well! And for the admins: no more stirring-up "dramas"...
Now we only have to see if I've got imagination enough to write fiction... I only want you to believe that it could have taken place even in real life, and... maybe, maybe it really did!
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TUA
When this story occurred, Tua was 17 y o. No, she was only 13. Or maybe 15 or 14...? It doesn't matter. She was a teenager. She wasn't tall. As a fact, she was rather small with a slim figure and small, firm breasts. Her hair was dark brown and she'd a forelock. She was cute and sweet. But also naughty and, sometimes, evil. And she was lesbian, she'd always been.
She lived with her foster parents, Mary and John, who were in their early thirties. Tua got on very well with them. Especially with Mary. "Especially" as in a particular special way. It began with an episode, that took place not long ago.
Mary and John had been at a party, and when they came home late at the evening they were rather drunk. Tua hadn't yet gone to bed, she was sitting on the sofa with her lap top in front of her at a table. John was tired and went directly to bed. But Mary thought she would take the opportunity to have a nice chat with Tua.
She sat down beside Tua and asked, pointing at the lap top:
"Are you doing some home work? I hope I don't disturb you!"
"No, not at all! I've been chatting with a friend, but we've just finished."
They started to talk about this and that. Tua's school, the party Mary and John been at. Mary was very merry and felt she would like to have a drink. She went to the kitchen and fetched gin and a bottle of tonic water. She also brought two glasses.
"I thought you might have a drink too", she giggled. "But don't tell anyone!"
She poured out gin and tonic in their glasses. As her hand was a little unsteady, the amount of gin in their glasses became quite considerable...
They continued their chat, Mary told some amusing stories about some of the guests at the party they've been at. She also refilled their glasses a couple of times. Tua began to feel very tipsy. And she thought it was very nice to sit and talk like this with her foster mother. It felt more like Mary was an older sister. It was so comfy to sit this close to her. She felt Mary's warm thigh press against her. Both their skirts had ridden high up and she could see a glimpse of white skin above Mary's stockings. The sight made her aroused and she began to feel very warm between her thighs.
Mary stood up. "I got to pee", she said. "I'll be right back."
"I've to pee too", Tua said. I'll come with you!"
They reeled away to the bathroom. When they entered, Mary stumbled on the doorstep and in the next second she found herself sitting on the bathroom floor. Her legs were parted and her skirt was gathered up around her hips. She giggled:
"Oops!! I'm peeing myself!"
Tua looked. Mary's pee flowed through her light-blue panties and she was sitting in a rapidly growing pool of her own pee! Tua sat down beside Mary and put one hand in between Mary's thighs and touched her pussy. Excited she felt pee running between her fingers. With her other hand she reached down to her own pussy and began to stroke outside her pink cotton panties. Mary realized that Tua was caressing her pussy and although she was pretty drunk, she thought it wouldn't be appropriate to be caressed by her young foster daughter.
"No, Tua", she spoke thickly, "you mustn't do that!"
"But, Mary, don't you like it? I want to make it nice for you, you're so cute when you're wetting yourself like a little girl! Please, don't stop me from make it nice for you!"
Right then Tua felt a sudden spurt of pee in her panties.
"Oh, Mary, I'm starting to wet myself too! Feel!"
She took one of Mary's hands and placed it upon her panties, which now were flooding with her warm pee. Mary made a feeble attempt to move away her hand but Tua held it close to her pussy. Not quite realizing what she was doing Mary began to stroke Tua's pussy with gentle but yet firm moves. At the same time Tua continued to caress Mary's pussy, from which pee still poured. They were both heavily moaning (while John was sleeping a drunk man's deep sleep in the bedroom upstairs). It didn't took long before they both had their first strong orgasms. Tua's orgasm was so hard that it pushed a gush of pee through her panties right into Mary's face!
Exhausted they rested on the bathroom floor a while before they went to Tua's room. It was dawning outside when they took a shower and then went to sleep. Mary in her and John's bedroom.
Next day Mary took Tua aside.
"Tua, I was terribly drunk yesterday. I didn't know what I did! We mustn't ever do it again! And, please, I beg you, don't tell John! Promise me!"
"Of course I won't tell John! You can trust me! But didn't you like what we did? I think it was so amazing! I know you liked it too! Tell me you didn't..."
"As I said, I was drunk and so was you. We shouldn't have done it!"
Tua went on.
"Oh, you liked it! You can't say you didn't! I wanna do it again some time!"
"OK, perhaps I liked it. It was nice. I got horny and carried away. But we shouldn't do it again, don't you understand that?"
"Oh, Mary, nice wasn't the word you used when we made love! Don't you remember all the words you used? And that I was your little wonderful baby? You called me that when I peed myself again! All over your tammy!"
Mary blushed and turned and went to the kitchen, where John was sitting with a cup of coffee. Tua smiled contently. |
My heart fluttered as I watch her face fill with excitement. I couldn't help but stare at her brown hair blowing in the soft breeze. Her tiny white hands waving over her head signaling me to come over. I couldn't help but smile, when I saw that full and joyful smile on her cute and beautiful face. "Come on, let's see something else," She said breathlessly, clearly excited from all the shows and everything that she haven't seen before. Before I could even reply, she grip my hand and start to pull me toward the exit. I didn't know or care where we were going. All that matters was that her tiny warm hands was holding tightly on to mine. We walk the through the park, and watch a few more performances. With her next to my side I couldn't concentrate on the events other than just steal glances at her blushed face, filled with excitement. Each event, no matter how boring it was to me, seems like a new wave of excitement for her. When watching her joyful expression, I couldn't but feel like the luckiest alive. We continue going through a few more events, until my stomach started to growl. That was when I know it was lunch time. "I'm kind of hungry, so do you want to go eat somewhere and then go to the next event?" She slowly ponder over the option. There was sometime before the event we were hoping to see would start, and in that time we could visit a few more performances or eat lunch first. "Okay, I'm kind of hungry too." She replied in a cheerful voice. "But we eat somewhere close to the next event, because I don't want to be late to it." "Of course, My Princess." With that we both started laughing. Once we recovered, we found a fast food restaurant that was close to the event we were hoping to see. She order a sandwich with a large drink, me, on the other hand order fries and a small drink, because I know that she wouldn't be able to finish that sandwich. Once we sat down to eat, she ripped the sandwich in half and gave me half of the sandwich, and I shared my fries with her. We chat and laugh as we eat our food. When we finish our food, she have drank the huge soda that she had order. I can clearly tell that she wants to visit the restroom before going to the next event, but people was already crowding around the stage and if we don't go now then we would never get a good spot. She sat there a second more weighing her options. Then decided she can wait until after the event, "Come on, the event is starting." She told me, as I pick the trash. The event wasn't too special for me, but all her attention was absorb into the performance. A few time I glance over at her and saw that her hands was buried into her light pink skirt, clearly she need to restroom. About half way through with the performance, she started crossing her legs and fidgeting a little. Then soon escalated into dancing on the spot and jumping up and down a little. Luckily everyone was doing the same because the music was putting on the party mode and this didn't make her stand out. Finally the event came to a conclusion and everyone was starting to file out of the event area. I was about to leave, when i realize, that she was crouching there was her hand dug deep into her skirt, holding her crotch tightly. "Come on. We should go." I said softly. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little tired." She said clearly too shy to say she needs to go. I waited for her to recover her posture, and when she stood up, I took her hand pull her toward the exit. I remember that there was a restroom near the entrance, and if only we could make it there. When we reach the entrance, I look at her brighten, yet blushed face. It had relief radiating from it. But it quickly turn a defeated look, when we saw the huge line in front the restroom. Her mouth drop open slightly, couldn't believing what she was seeing. Then suddenly she shoved her free hand under skirt and closed her eyes. There was single lone tear that slide down her face. With that I pulled again, this I feel a soft resistance from her. But there wasn't much time until she totally floods herself. We got back on to the streets, and then I pulled her into the back alley. "You can go here." I whisper softly. She was clearly shocked, then look around at the bare alley with a few trash bins, and a few empty crates. Then she slowly nodded, "Please don't hate me for this..." She said through sobbing. She slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal, her while and blue polka dotted panties. Near the crotch area there was a wet spot. She clearly had leaked earlier. Then her sobbing got more violent, and it happened. Her pee gushed out of crotch, some fall down to the ground splattering, while some slowly snake her with powdery legs and soaking her pink socks. As the wet spot on her panties grew, so did the puddle that was surrounding her. The splattering pee and the hissing that was coming from her, made me feel like I was the luckiest man alive again. I couldn't help but realize how cute her deeply blushed face, with tear streaks running them are. I couldn't help but stand there spell bound and just stare at her while she had her accident. I was lucky that her eyes was closed tightly. Then like how it suddenly started, it stopped. Her panties were soaked yellow, and they were dripping wet. Also I was savoring those few moments of her accident before her pink skirt fall back in place to hide her shameful moments. Slowly I approach her, and pulled her in an embrace. She rest her head on my shoulder and silently sob. I couldn't resist the urge to reach my hand up her skirt to and feel those wet panties. She tremble at first, and then stand very still as if not wanting to disturb this very important moment. Slowly I feel the warmth of the pee and the very soak panties. That moment I knew what I want to protect, and what I"m willing to give up to protect it. Yet, at that moment I realize how lucky I was, but also how much of pervert I am. |
The subject of Buffy 'popping a squat' while on patrol has come up before, and I liked the thought of it, so I made it the basis for a fanfiction. I wrote the first part yesterday, will start work on the second as soon as I enough good ideas for it (all I know so far is that I'm going to include a wetting in the second part). Here's the first chapter for you to be getting on with, any feedback is appreciated :D
Problems
Buffy and Faith had begun to enjoy patrolling together a little bit more recently. They were beginning to see the benefits of it, and there was a definite improvement in their technique since they started working together. Patrolling had become a much smoother operation, and both Slayers were learning from each other.
This particular night, Buffy learnt something which she had previously though unthinkable. Something she would have never dreamed of doing for the sake of her dignity and her cleanliness. But because of Faith, the realisation that doing this would probably make patrolling a lot easier made her sit up and wonder why she ever shied away from it.
The night had basically consisted of waiting for a Vampire to rise, during which time more vampires than they had originally anticipated made their presence known. Giles had told them it would be a quiet night, and the vamp they were waiting for would be their only problem. Clearly he had been wrong. He was right about the Vampire rising at least. A small mercy I suppose.
They were just finishing off the last of the vampires, and both of them noticed a discomfort in their bladders. This was not unfamiliar to either of them. Working long hours in combat meant keeping hydrated, which inevitably meant they would eventually have to pee. Tonight, however, patrolling took up more time than they had originally planned, meaning the urge was starting to become desperate.
Buffy staked the very last vamp, and the relief she felt as she saw it turn to dust before her eyes was overwhelming. This diminished very quickly when she then remembered how far it was to the nearest bathroom.
Buffy and Faith stood for a few seconds exchanging victorious glances. There was no indication between them that suggested they both needed to pee, but they were both very aware of themselves and their own full bladders. They both started to make their way back. Buffy wanted to say something about it, to ensure that Faith knew it was urgent so they could get to a Bathroom quickly. Faith wanted to say something too, she however was less hesitant.
"That was great B." She said "But I gotta take a whiz like you wouldn't believe." This was good, Buffy thought to herself. If Faith needs to pee too, then she won't be holding Buffy up. Her desire to get to a toilet would be just as strong as her own.
"Yep." Buffy replied "I don't agree with the choice of wording, but I do sympathise with your problem. I need to go too. The nearest bathroom is a couple of blocks away, at the gas station."
"Ah, Buffy." Faith said, in a condescending manner "We're in the open air. There's no one around. The world is your bathroom. We're in a frickin' cemetery for crying out loud, the ground couldn't be more welcoming."
"Excuse me?" Buffy asked, not entirely sure was Faith was suggesting.
Faith rolled her eyes in disbelief of Buffy's innocence. She began to walk over to a nearby grave. "Listen carefully Buffy, this is important" she began to explain. "When our loved ones die, we put flowers in their grave to remember them. Except it doesn't work. We forget about them, and so the flowers begin to wither away and die too."
"What the hell does this have to do with having to pee?" Buffy asked.
"What I'm saying is, it's our duty to save lives and stuff, right?" Faith continued to explain "Well, I'm gonna go ahead and water these plants, and so you should too."
Faith began undoing her belt, and unzipping her Jeans. Buffy watches as she does this, and it finally hits her what Faith is doing.
"You can't just relieve yourself on someone's grave Faith!"
"Why not?" Faith asks, pulling her pants down "It's not like they care!" Faith exposes her bare backside and squats down next to the tombstone.
"Faith, stop it!" Buffy whispers. Buffy knows that what Faith is doing is wrong, but at the same time, she also remembers that she is fighting against wetting herself in public. She realises that she may not have much choice.
Faith on the other hand is perfectly happy squatting down on the ground. So happy, that she ignores Buffy's requests an lets out a long stream that soaks into the ground.
Faith lets out a cry of relief "Ah, man. What are you waiting for, B? Just pop a squat over there, no one's gonna see you."
Buffy wishes it didn't have to be that way, but she was already desperate ten minutes ago. She was struggling with keeping her own urine from leaking out, now that Faith is peeing right on front of her, it is even harder. She could hear the sound of Faith's pee hitting the ground, and although she was trying not to look, she also caught a glimpse of the stream coming out. The pressure on her Bladder was unbearable, and she could slowly feel the contents of it making its way down her uretha. Buffy had no choice. She had to pee on the grass.
"Alright" Buffy shouted "But if anyone asks, I did not agree to this!"
"Yeah, whatever" Faith replied.
Buffy walked a little further away from Faith. She felt uncomfortable peeing in front of anybody. She found a little patch of grass behind a big tombstone that was practically out of sight. She pulled down her pants and sat over the edge of the tombstone. She was worried that her discomfort of the situation would cause her to tense up, making it difficult to pee. She closed her eyes, applied pressure very slowly, and sure enough, out it came. A gigantic streak of pee that came out with such force that the pain in Buffy's bladder disappeared almost immediately. This was pleasure like she had never known it before. The relief was otherworldly. She peed for a full minute, the steam from the ground below was rising and warming her crotch. When the flow was finally beginning to stop, Faith walked over to where Buffy was, doing her belt back up.
Buffy finished peeing, shook off the last few drops, and pulled her pants back up. Faith came over to the other side of the tombstone and saw the massive wet patch Buffy had left.
"Man!" Faith exclaimed "I'm proud of you Buffy! Wasn't so bad was it?"
Buffy hated to admit it, but she actually had enjoyed it. More so than if she'd used the toilet. There was something so satisfying about doing it in the open air. Being able to see it, smell it, feel it, let it all out.
"No" she said, with a smile on her face "No, it wasn't." |
Funnily enough, I have just finished writing the second part and it does include Willow :D
Here it is:
Buffy couldn't stop thinking about how much pleasure she got out that pee. When she got home after patrolling, she wished desperately that she could do it all again. The confines of her own home where not the ideal place for her to replicate it, however hard she might have tried. She purposely drank a lot of water in order to make sure she needed to go desperately, and more often. Peeing whilst standing over the toilet had not worked for her, and in fact it was just incredibly messy. Peeing whilst standing in the bath was better, but she still had to clean up after herself. Eventually she convinced herself to sneak outside and pee up the side of the house. She had to pee so badly that she didn't even care that there were people walking passed the house, who could probably see exactly what was going on. This was the beginning of a new interest for Buffy, and she fully intended to put it into practice the next day at school.
The next day came and Buffy was taking in water periodically. She made sure to keep her intake minimal during the day so that she could control her desperation. By the time lunchtime came, her bladder was beginning to get full. After eating lunch she went straight for the library, where she knew she would be able to occupy her mind until the next period.
"I really don't understand it" Giles said "I've no idea where this group came from, and historically it's not a night which vampires feed on mass traditionally. I can't imagine that there was any kind of purpose to their visit other than that."
"It's probably nothing to worry about" Buffy said "We took care of it."
"But I mean if there was something going down, and they were invited, then we didn't stop it from happening, right?" Faith added "We just stopped those guys from going."
"Well, as far as I know there haven't been any attacks " Giles said "So if more them did in fact meet last night, there certainly haven't been any repercussions."
Buffy was trying to concentrate on what was going on, but the pain in her bladder was getting worse, and looking the clock she only had ten minutes left until the end of lunch. She couldn't hold it for much longer, and definitely wouldn't be able to hold it through the next period.
"Ok" she said, as she stood up "If we're all done here, I really need to go the bathroom."
"Yes, certainly" Giles replied "But, if you see anything else tonight that may be cause for concern, let me know."
"Sure" she answered, trying to get away in a hurry "I gotta go, see you tomorrow."
She began to walk away, when yet again something held her up. "Buffy, wait" Willow shouted, from across the room. Buffy's bladder was about to burst. Much more waiting around would cause her to wet herself in front of her friends.
"Will, please, I really need to go!" Buffy said in a tone of voice that let Willow know she was serious.
"Me too" Willow said "I'm coming with you."
"Oh." Buffy replied, as her and Willow walked out the library door. This scuppered her plan completely. This is what Buffy had been leading up to all day. She had not been specifically holding all day just to pee in a toilet. It didn't look like she had a lot of choice given the amount of time she had left. But then again, Willow might be understanding. After all, she had been persuaded by Faith the night before, having been skeptical about it.
"Will" she said, as they were getting close to the Girl's Bathroom. "I don't wanna go in there."
"But you said you needed the bathroom, didn't you?" Willow asked
"Kinda." Buffy replied.
"No, you definitely said I really need to go to the bathroom." Willow said with sincerity.
"Yeah, but..." Buffy replied "What I meant by that was that I really have to pee."
"I'm not really seeing the distinction here, Buffy" Willow said "Those two phrases are kind of synonymous."
"Just come with me, I'll show you what I mean" Buffy said, dragging Willow away by the arm quickly. Her bladder was so full at this point it was difficult for her to walk. She took Willow through the double doors at the front of the school, and found a spot just behind the sports field that looked perfect. There weren't too many people around, and they would be pretty much sheltered.
"Buffy?" Willow said, a little concerned "What's going on?"
"I'm gonna ask you a bit of a personal question." Buffy said "Have you ever peed outside?"
"Well yeah" she replied "But only in specialist circumstances. Personally, I prefer to do what the non-crazy people do and pee in the toilet."
Willow turned away from Buffy and started to go back as she was saying this. Buffy grabbed her by the arm to stop her from going anywhere. "Willow, please." she said "Just try it, I guarantee you'll never want to use the bathroom again."
"I don't want to Buffy!" Willow snapped.
"Will, I'm about to wet my pants here." Buffy said.
"Yeah?" Willow said "Well so am I. And if we'd have just gone five minutes ago like we should have done, then we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"Willow, I won't be able to make it back" Buffy said "And if you're desperate as I am then you know that you have no choice. I'm peeing right here, right now. I suggest you do the same."
Before Buffy could say anything else, she squatted down and started peeing. She let out a sigh of relief, in an attempt to make Willow join her.
"Oh my god" she moaned "That's so good."
Her stream was coming out at full force, hitting the concrete ground and making a huge puddle. Willow looked at her watch, they had a minute left until the end of lunch. It was either pee there, or not pee at all. Watching Buffy do it disgusted her, but also made her desperation worse.
Willow said nothing, she just sighed, pulled her pants down and squatted down next to Buffy. Buffy was just finishing up when Willow decided to join her. Willow was not comfortable with this at all, in fact she couldn't make herself do it. She tried applying pressure, she tried closing her eyes and picturing waterfalls. It made her desperation worse, but it didn't make the pee come out. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't pee.
Buffy pulled her pants back up, and first looked at the puddle she had left in admiration. Then she looked down at Willow, which made Willow feel even more uncomfortable.
"See?" Buffy said "Not so bad is it?"
"I can't." Willow said, as she pulled her jeans and her panties back up. "I can't do it Buffy, I have to go and use the bathroom."
Willow started running back inside, when suddenly the bell went off, signifying the end of lunch. Willow was so desperate that she hadn't even considered going straight to class. This was an emergency. She would rather be given detention for being late than wet herself.
She ran through the corridor, narrowly dodging people as she made her way to the bathroom. She could feel it working its way down, ready to leak through at any second, but she could see the bathroom just fifteen feet away. She was almost there, she unbuttoned her jeans so to not waste time doing it in the bathroom stall.
The bathroom was so close now, she could start letting it out at any moment. All of a sudden, she felt someone grab her arm and stop her. It was Xander.
"Hey, Will." he said "You look terrified. What's going on?"
"I can't, Xander" she said, pulling away from him "I can't stop."
Just as she said this, she stopped in her tracks. Xander had made her loose her concentration, and she was unable to fight her bladder. She felt all the tension disappear as it all leaked out into her panties. Xander watched from behind as a dark patch appeared on the back of Willow's jeans, and started making its way down her legs, onto her shoes and started forming a puddle on the floor around her.
Willow burst into tears as everyone in the corridor watched this happen, but she didn't want to go anywhere. She knew there was no stopping it now, she wanted to finish there and then while she had the chance.
Willow never lived that day down. Buffy later explained to Willow that it was Faith who had suggested it to her. Willow was very forgiving, but Buffy felt so guilty about it that she quit urinating outside for good, even during patrol. |
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