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First of all, would it be possible for a moderator and/or an admin to delete the "(Part 3 & 4)" part of the title please ? I can't edit the first post anymore ... Anyways, here come chapters 5 and 6 :-). I am re-typesetting the others, it takes time, sorry ! :-/ ====================================Chapter 5 : Heat 2 This was expected to be a much closer contest, and so many girls wanted to watch that a rota of spectators had to be drawn up. Sara and Katrina were judges, and the contest was held in Pauline's study, as this was the biggest room they had access to. Alison and Tracy had appointed themselves Erica's chief supporters, and had arranged the rota so that at least one of them would be there to encourage her. Almost all the sixth form girls were supporting Susan, as they could not bear the though of a much younger girl being able to wait longer than any of them. So great was the rivalry between Erica and Susan, that Diana was almost forgotten, and it was soon apparent that her heart was not in the contest. She retired after only an hour of the contest, as soon as she was too desperate to walk without holding between her legs. This left the two main contestants to fight it out for the rest of the afternoon. Erica knew that she was the under-dog in this contest, and was determined to do well. Her plan was not to give any indication of how badly she wanted to go until it was impossible to disguise it. Thus she spurned such aids to waiting as crossing her legs while sitting or standing, and had no intention of holding between her legs. When Diana gave up, Erica was feeling very full, bursting in fact, but was going out of her way to prove that she hardly wanted to go. She was making a point of standing and sitting with her legs apart, just to show Susan that she didn't want to go. Susan, who was in a similar state to Erica, was keeping her legs tightly crossed while sitting, and her thighs were pressed together all the time she was standing or walking. Erica's tactics were working, as Susan was really bursting, and becoming worried about how long she was going to have to wait if she was to win. Two more drinks later, and Susan was twisting her legs together in desperation, and having to press between her legs occasionally as she walked, when the urge to pee became almost unbearable. She was becoming resigned to losing the heat, but continued encouragement from her supporters made her determined to hang on until as long as she could. Already her bladder was throbbing, and felt very swollen. What Susan did not know was just how badly Erica actually wanted to go. She was still not even crossing her legs, though a close observer would have seen that she was having difficulty walking normally. In fact, she was absolutely desperate, having to use all her strength to hold back her pee, and very close to letting some dribbles go into her knickers. It was only her determination to follow the tactics she had planned that was preventing her from either crossing her legs or holding her crutch. This was nearly her undoing. During the next walking time, she was hanging on with every ounce of her strength, fighting so hard to control herself without showing her desperation that she was hardly aware that Susan was holding herself all the time. Then, despite the effort she was making to clench her bladder shut, she felt her sphincter giving way and about to let a spurt of pee escape. Panicking, she grabbed between her legs with both hands, pressing her fingers hard against her pee hole, desperately trying to stop herself leaking and losing the contest. Somehow, she wasn't sure how, she managed to stop herself, and then carried on shuffling round the room, keeping both hands pressed between her legs until she felt she had control of her bladder again. When she was able to sit down, she carefully removed first one, and then both hands, just able to control herself with plaited legs, and thankfully noting that she had not actually leaked, or at least not enough to show and lose the contest. Susan had been close to giving up, but was now heartened to realise that Erica was far more desperate that she had thought. Susan and her supporters guessed that Erica had come very close to wetting herself, and expected her to give up after the next drink. Both Alison and Tracy were encouraging Erica, telling her that Susan was about to give up, and Tracy whispered to her that she should not be ashamed to hold her crutch and take some of the strain off her bladder muscles. Erica replied grimly that she didn't have much choice, as she could hardly manage to stand up unless she did hold herself. Despite her earlier plan, Erica held her crotch most of the sitting period, and all of the standing and walking time, while Susan managed to survive forpart of the time with just crossed legs and walking sideways. Two more 300 ml glassed of water, and both girls felt they were reaching their limit. Susan was now frantic, holding between her legs all the time, often using both hands and doubling over in a last despairing attempt to hold on. Her bladder seemed to her to be so swollen it was sticking out about 6 inches, and she thought she was going to explode if she didn't pee soon. Erica was also holding all the time, often using two hands while walking, but was feeling more in control now the earlier crisis had passed. Her bladder felt enormous and very painful, but she knew she could wait if she really had to. Walking was too much for Susan, and ultimately she lacked Tracy's determination to hold on until she started leaking. She doubled over, pressing both hands hard between her legs, twisting her legs together, trying everything she could to hold back her pee, but finally she could not stand it any longer. She gasped "Sorry! I can't hold it any longer, I give up!" and staggered to the loo, helped by Carol and accompanied by Katrina to time her pee. Erica was elated, because she knew that she could manage to wait the extra 20 minutes, even if she held herself all the time. In fact it was harder than she thought, and as the time approached, she suddenly became incredibly desperate as she anticipated the pee. But she made it, finally walking to the loo with Sara to time her. Susan had been timed at an incredible 2 min 15 sec, but Katrina reported that she had not produced anything like the pressure she had expected, describing it as a very long normal pee. Erica had taken only 1 min 12 sec to empty her bladder, but Sara said that she had started with more pressure that she had ever heard anyone pee with before, gradually reducing to a more normal stream. Whatever their volumes, there was no doubt that Erica was the winner, and once again she had amazed the older girls with her capacity. Because of this difference in their peeing times, it was decided that all the girls would have to pee in a bucket behind a screen in the contest room, so pressures could be compared and volume measured. ===========================================Chapter 6 : Heat 3 After the epic struggles of the first two heats, all the All Day Girls wanted to see the last heat and the final, so a strict rota of viewing times was drawn up, and each contestant was allowed a 'second' to be with her all the time. Now most of the girls were admitting that they found these contests erotic, even though none of them had any known leanings towards lesbianism. The judges for this Heat were Tracy and Janet, and the 'seconds' were Emma for Caroline, Tamzin for Pauline, and Sara for Rachel. Once again, Pauline's study was the venue. When the contestants assembled at 1 o'clock they were all trying to give the impression of having no interest in wanting a pee, though in fact all were already needing to pee, and Pauline, despite being marginally the favourite, wanted to go quite badly. Just before the contest started in earnest, she had admitted to Tamzin that she was worried how badly she wanted to go, fearing that her bladder was mis-behaving as she had been wanting to go since 9 o'clock that morning. Though they might not admit it, almost all of the All Day Girls had tested themselves privately as if they were in the competition. Pauline had done this twice before, and had never wanted to go anything like as badly as she did that afternoon After two hours of steady drinking, all three were at the leg crossing and leg twisting stage, and none of them wanted to be the first to go to the next stage, either sitting on their heel or holding between their legs. The spectators were trying to gauge the desperation level of each girl, and making guesses as to who would be the first to hold their crutch. Much to everyone's surprise, it was Pauline who succumbed first, pressing her hand between her legs several times while standing, and then holding for most of the walk. She now wanted to go really badly, and was far from confident about winning. However, having seen how Erica had nearly slipped up the week before by not holding herself until it was nearly too late, she was holding herself before it was really necessary. Caroline was the next to hold, just before the walking period finished, leaving Rachel the moral leader at this stage. Annette and Janet, the mathematicians of the group, had made approximate calculations of potential bladder volume by estimating the pelvic volume of the girls, hip measurement times distance from crutch to waist. Since two of the three largest, Susan and Tracy were already out of the contest, and the joint smallest, Erica still in, this was not considered to be a very relevant study, and Rachel's state at this stage seemed to be more proof that bladder size was not proportional to body size. Half an hour later both Caroline and Pauline were holding themselves virtually all the time, while Rachel was still only at the crossing legs stage, though by now her legs were very tightly crossed, and towards the end of the walk, she was having to press her hand between her legs a few times to ease the strain on her bladder. She was actually absolutely bursting to go, and her bladder was really aching it was so full. The reason she was not holding herself was that she had found that it did nothing to relieve the pain in her bladder, and she was not yet at the frantic urgent stage when she would be fighting to avoid wetting herself. She could feel the hard, tender swelling of her abdomen which told her that her bladder was full to bursting point, and had no more room to expand internally. Pauline and Caroline were in a completely different situation. They both wanted to go desperately urgently, and needed all the help they could get to hold back their pee. For Caroline, this indicated that she was not going to be able to wait much longer, because despite having a large bladder, which had enabled her to join the 24 hour girls, she was lacking in the will power and competitive spirit that would have made her hold on until she simply could not contain herself any longer. She knew she could not wait as long as either Pauline or Rachel, and she was reaching the point when she simply did not want to suffer the misery of a bursting bladder any longer. She decided that she would hold on until it was time to walk again, and then give up, but thinking about being able to pee was the worst thing she could have done, and very quickly the urge to go seemed to become unbearable and she thought she was going to wet her knickers, even though she was holding between her legs as hard as she could. Emma, her 'second' realised she was approaching a crisis point, and tried to encourage her to hold it and get control again, but Caroline had reached then end of her tether and gasping "I can't stand it any longer, I'm so desperate I've got to go," she dashed behind the screen to relieve herself in the bucket. Both Pauline and Rachel winced in desperation as they heard the force of Caroline's pee hitting the bucket. 'Like an elephant peeing,' 'Like a bath-tap full on' were the expressions that the girls later used to describe Caroline's huge blast of pee. She finished in 41 seconds, keeping the pressure up almost to the end, producing 1180 ml. of pee. This sound was almost too much for Pauline, who had to press between her legs with both hands to stop a spurt of pee escaping in sympathy with Caroline's blast. "I can't hold it much longer, I'm absolutely frantic," she whispered to Tamzin. "I might as well give up now, I'm almost wetting myself and Rachel isn't even holding herself seriously yet." "Hang on, you must hang on, you're going to win this. She's far worse that you think, her stomach is really swollen up, her bladder must be stretched to its limit and almost exploding." Tamzin, who was also a small girl, had been watching how Rachel had been protecting her bladder, and, based on her own experience when desperate, suspected it was absolutely bursting. She realised that Pauline was so desperate that she probably could not concentrate on anything except her bladder, and had missed the signs or Rachel's desperation. Sara, Rachel's second, had just managed to overhear Pauline saying she could not last much longer, and passed this on to Rachel as encouragement. "You are going to win this easily, she is almost wetting herself and you hardly want to go yet." "Sara, I'm in agony, I think my bladder is going to burst if I don't wee soon. Can't you see how swollen it is, I have never been in this state before. It hurts so much I don't think I can bear it much longer." Rachel was hurting more than she had ever done in her life before. The pain from her distended bladder was worse than toothache, and it was a test of her will-power to withstand the pain and keep waiting. She could still hold back her pee relatively easily, but it was hurting her so much to do it. She kept holding her crutch, not because she was frantic, but in the vain hope that it would stop her bladder aching so badly. For a time it seemed as if both girls were on the verge of giving up, but then, encouraged by their seconds, they both decided that the other was even worse than they were, and fought to hang on a bit longer. To her surprise, Pauline survived the next half hour without getting any worse, in fact, she felt more in control than she had immediately after Caroline had given up. Rachel, on the other hand, was considerable worse, and had an increasingly urgent need to pee to cope with, on top of her throbbing bladder. Whereas Pauline's bladder seemed still to be able to expand to contain the pee flowing in, Rachel's could get no bigger, and the internal pressure was rising rapidly. The next session of walking was almost the end for Rachel. She had to hold her crutch with one hand to hold back the ever increasing pressure in her bladder, while with her other hand she was pulling her leggings away from her stomach, as even the slight pressure from them on her bladder was becoming too painful to bear. She was more or less shuffling along, hardly able to walk properly as every step was jarring her bladder and increasing the pain. Sara was doing as much as the judges would allow to help her, but short of actually carrying Rachel, there was not much that was really going to help. "Hang on, it's only another minute or so, then you can sit down again," Sara was trying to keep Rachel in the competition, but every body has its limit, and Rachel's was nearing hers. She managed to survive until she could sit, but this did not offer the relief that Sara had promised, as sitting with her legs crossed seemed to hurt her bladder even more. "I'm sorry Sara," she said, " I simply cannot bear it any longer, it hurts so much I have just got to wee before I injure myself. Even if Pauline gave up now, I could never wait another 20 minutes to win." Sara tried to hold Rachel back, pleading with her to try and wait another 5 minutes, in case Pauline gave up, but Rachel had reached the point where she just could not bear to wait another second. "I give up," she gasped, conceding defeat and staggering towards the screen and bucket and the glorious relief that she had denied herself so long. Sara had to more or less carry her there, as she was holding with both hands to avoid the indignity of wetting herself at the last second. The listening girls were expecting another great blasting pee, with even more pressure than Caroline, but after two initial, high pressure spurts, Rachel peed at a normal, steady rate, but just went on and on, as if she was going to pee for ever. She finished after 2 minutes 25 seconds, beating Susan's time from the previous week, and 1.45 litres of pee, an incredible volume for so small a body. The moment Rachel had conceded defeat, Tamzin had told the judges to start the clock to time the extra 20 minutes that Pauline had to wait to win. She knew just how desperate her charge was, and secretly doubted her ability to wait even another ten minutes. Pauline was doubled over in desperation, holding herself with both hands, as the sound of Rachel peeing was only making her even more frantic. Tamzin was doing everything to help Pauline except actually holding her crutch for her, and she would have done that it the judges had allowed it. She was even holding the glass for Pauline's last drink, so she did not have to take one hand from between her legs. Once Rachel had finished peeing, Pauline was able to regain some semblance of control, at least enough to be able to wait the extra time with only one hand between her legs for most of the time, though the surge of anticipation as the last minutes approached was almost too much for her to control. She was right on her limit, and was almost standing over the bucket as the time expired and she was declared the winner. Sara, doing her job to the last, insisted that she remain standing in the 'arena' until every second of the 20 minutes was up, as she was still hoping that Pauline would not be able to last out. If Rachel's pee pressure had been a disappointment after Caroline's, then Pauline's was even less impressive, as after an initial spurt, she seemed to have trouble getting going, sometimes going at normal pressure, sometimes just a trickle, but like Rachel, she just went on and on, not finishing until 3 minutes 8 seconds, producing 1.45 litres, the same as Rachel. Both girls admitted that they had never before wanted to pee so badly as they had that day, and Rachel said that her stomach was still hurting so much that she thought she must have strained her bladder forcing it to hold so much pee. |
Here comes the final ;) Sorry for the delay I am ... quite busy lately.
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Chapter 7 : The Final
The number of girls crowding into Pauline’s study to see the last heat had attracted the attention of other girls and staff, so they had to postpone the final for four weeks to avoid having to explain what was happening in there. Susan had jokingly suggested that they register themselves as an official school society and thus be allowed to use a proper meeting room, with enough space for all the spectators, to hold the final. During these four weeks there was immense speculation as to the outcome, with no clear-cut favourite emerging. Tracy was Erica’s second, and leader of her group of supporters, who in true British fashion were backing the perceived underdog. However, many of the girls still found it difficult to believe that she could wait so long when only 13, and did not rate her chances against two 18 year olds. The Europeans felt obliged to back Michelle, as the only non-English contestant, and the only contestant who had not been really stretched in the heats. Karen was Michelle’s second. Pauline kept Tamzin as her second, and as leader of the All Day Girls, she had considerable support, many girls considering it her right to be the Champion Bladder of the school.
During the three week run up to the competition, all three entrants were practising seriously, normally trying to stretch their bladders as much as possible for the big day. Tracy was the leading advocate of bladder training, and tried to make Erica hold to desperation level at least once a day. Both the other contestants had also adopted a policy of not going until they absolutely had to, to prepare their bladders for the contest. Erica had wanted to try a solo ‘dummy run’ of the contest the week before, but Tracy would not agree, suspecting that it would be difficult to really hold on with
no competition, and that the result would only demoralise Erica. She was probably right, as both Michelle and Pauline tried this alone in their studies, and Pauline had not been able to contain the volume she had in winning her heat, something that was worrying her as the day of the final approached.
To avoid anyone getting an unfair advantage, there was a prescribed liquid intake for 24 hours before the contest started, but despite this, all three entrants had drunk virtually nothing for the day before this, to get as dehydrated as possible. The contest was so popular with the All Day Girls that the number of spectators had to be limited, and for 45 minutes at a time only, and tickets allocated by ballot. Only the two judges, Susan and Caroline, and the three seconds, would be present throughout the contest.
The contest started with all three girls trying to display a confident air, though all were more nervous than they had been for their heats. Michelle knew that she had not been stretched to the limits that the other two had, and was worried that she would not be able to find the strength or will-power to win. Pauline was still conscious of only being able to hold one litre the previous weekend, and knew this would not be enough to win. For the first time in these contests, Erica was aware of how much younger that the others she was, and despite encouragement from Tracy, could not help feeling over-awed in the presence of so many older girls, particularly as most seemed to be supporting her rivals.
All three contestants were wanting to go when they met in Pauline’s study, but each was trying to give the impression of being totally relaxed and at ease, deliberately standing about with their legs apart. Mindful of Erica’s mistake in the heat, Tracy had counselled against such tactics, and when she saw how the other two were behaving, she told Erica to act normally and concentrate on minimising the strain on her bladder. She was happy to comply, as at this stage she wanted to be as comfortable as possible for as long as she could. Pauline quickly realised that the initial deception had not worked, and went to the other extreme and began to pretend that she was more desperate that she was, frequently twisting her legs together. After 30 minutes, it looked as if Michelle was leading, but nobody could tell how much the other two were bluffing.
It was not long before Erica started to ease the strain on her bladder by occasionally pressing between her legs while she was walking, not because she really had to, but her need to pee was bad enough to make it a strain to wait without. Next time they were walking, Pauline was doing the same, though not as much as Erica was. Michelle, who never normally resorted to holding her crutch however desperate she was, was still walking fairly normally, though she was sitting and standing with her legs either crossed or pressed tightly together. In fact, if it had been possible to measure the girls’ bladder pressures, hers would have been the highest of the three, but her years of training in France, learning how to hold on for ages without giving any indication of her need, were giving her an apparent lead in the competition.
Three-quarters of an hour later, and all three were getting really desperate. Michelle was still managing to wait without holding, but the pressure in her bladder was reaching desperation level, and she was having to fight for control the whole time, and when she was walking she was almost shaking with the effort it was taking to hold on. She might have been the only girl still not holding it back, but she was actually the closest one to wetting her knickers at that point. She had been educated at convent schools in France, where she had been taught that touching between her legs for any reason at all was absolutely forbidden. Even when she was reaching desperation level, and in danger of losing the contest, she had a block against holding between her legs. Only when she was walking round the room and felt her sphincter give way and a spurt of pee about to escape,
did she press one hand between her legs in a last frantic effort to stem the leak. To her horror, she felt a dribble escape her bladder and trickle into her knickers, but the pressure for her fingers at least managed to stop any more leaks. She dare not remove her hand , and she was afraid there would be a wet patch on her leggings. Only when she was sitting, legs knotted, did she take her hand away, and found that while it felt warm and wet between her legs, nothing actually showed.
This near disaster for Michelle indicated that her bladder was full to its absolute limit, and within minutes she was holding herself again, knowing that there was no way she could wait unaided. Even holding, and using both hands when she stood up, Michelle was hardly able to wait, so full was her bladder, and when she had to walk the pressure was too much for her to control, and despite pressing as hard as she could, more pee slowly leaked into her knickers this time the wetness began to show on her leggings. Knowing she had lost, Michelle simply ran for the bucket and the relief she desperately needed, unable to prevent another leak as she pulled down her knickers. The force of her pee in the bucket showed just how much pressure there was in her bladder, and this thin, high pressure jet continued for 2 minutes 35 seconds, and 1.40 litres. Never, she told Karen, had she wanted to pee so badly, and never could she remember going with so much force or for so long.
For two girls as desperate as Erica and Pauline, the sound of Michelle’s pee was agony, and Erica doubled over with both hands between her legs, fearful that she might lose control in sympathy. Knowing the problem, Tracy clutched her arms and encouraged her to wait. The two remaining contestants were on opposite sides of the room, both holding with both hands and just about managing to keep walking enough to satisfy the judges. Thankfully, there were soon allowed to sit, when they tried to get their bladders under control again for the final stage of the contest. Both felt that their bladders were being stretched to the limit, but they were still in control, just.
Another 35 minutes and Erica was almost ready to give up. Her bladder was agony, and so swollen that she could see her abdomen bulging, and feel the pressure of her knicker elastic cutting into her. Never had she wanted to go so badly, and she confessed in a whisper to Tracy that she was not going to be able to hold on much longer. Tracy did all she could to encourage her, almost getting them disqualified when she came too close to actually helping her hold between her legs. Responding to this encouragement, Erica somehow managed to hold out for another 20 minutes, but standing put even more pressure on her bladder, and the desperate need to pee, coupled with the agonising pressure in her bladder, was too much for the young girl to bear. Tears were running down her cheeks as she struggled with all her might to wait, exhorted by Tracy to just hold on another five minutes, but the pain was more than she could stand. The thought of the relief that was just behind the screen was irresistible, and without saying anything she hobbled across the room and conceded the contest as she pulled down her leggings and almost collapsed on the bucket. Her huge blast of pee as she let go left no-one in any doubt as to her desperation, and she kept up the pressure for most of her 92 second pee. The volume was a new record, 1.65 litres, an unbelievable amount for such a small body to contain.
The sound of Michelle peeing had given Pauline the most frantic desire to pee, and she had been fighting with all her strength to avoid wetting herself for the next five minutes. Never had she pressed so hard between her legs, and never had she clenched her bladder shut so tightly. Tamzin saw what a struggle she was having to hold it, and stood between her and Erica and Tracy, who were engrossed in their own struggle, and did not realise how desperate their adversary was. Because Erica was so desperate, and Tracy was trying so hard to encourage her to wait, neither noticed how badly Pauline wanted to go. Even when she was sitting, the frantic urge to pee would not go away, and while she no longer thought she was about to wet her pants, Pauline still wanted to go more urgently than she had ever done before. No matter how she pressed her fingers against her pee hole, or twisted her legs together, nothing would take away the frantic need to pee. She was clenching her bladder shut with all her strength, only just able to prevent her pee leaking out. She survived in this state until Erica finally gave up, but by this time she was also near to the end of her tether. She was having to put so much effort into keeping her bladder shut, despite the pressure for her fingers, that she knew that if the need to pee go any worse she would not be able to hold it.
When Erica gave up, Tamzin was telling her that she had won, all she had to do was wait another 20 minutes and she was champion, but Pauline was so close to her limit that 20 minutes seemed an impossible time. She clenched herself shut with all her might, and closed her eyes, telling herself she would take it five minutes at a time. When she next looked at the clock, only two minutes had passed, yet it had seemed like hours and she wanted to pee even more frantically, so badly that she could feel her last vestige of control slipping away. Despite all the encouragement from Tamzin, she was losing control of her bladder, and after another frantic minute there was nothing more she could do to prevent a long dribble of pee slowly leaking past her fingers and into her knickers. Once she had let go, it was only a few seconds before another leak happened and the wetness was spreading down her legs, revealing that she had lost control. Another big leak soaked the crutch of her leggings before she could pull them down and crouch over the bucket. After her initial blast of pee at tremendous pressure, her stream slowed down and then almost stopped, as it had at the end of her heat. She continued her stop and start pee for 3 minutes 32 seconds, finishing with a long spurt at normal pressure. This was the longest pee ever recorded, but her volume was 1.55 litres, less than Erica’s, though this did not include the initial spurts in her knickers.
As Pauline had not managed to hold out the required 20 minutes after Erica had given up, she was not officially the winner. Tamzin claimed that as Pauline had waited longer, she was the champion bladder, even if she had not managed to wait that much longer, but Tracy countered this by claiming that as Erica had held more pee, she should be champion. The contest was declared a draw, and there was to be a re-match three weeks later, just between Erica and Pauline. Both contestants were suffering from severe bladder ache after stretching themselves to such limits. Pauline collapsed into a easy chair in her study, while Erica, who was too young to have her own room, went with Tracy to her room, where she could stretch out on the bed and allow her bladder to relax. Tracy was trying to hide how furious she was that Erica had given up when Pauline was so close to wetting herself, thinking that they could so easily have won.
Before she could say anything, Erica burst into tears, "Oh Tracy, I could have won if only I had made myself wait a bit longer. I never realised how close Pauline was to breaking down, Oh if only I had tried to wait just a bit longer. It hurt so much, but I was still holding it, and I could have stood the pain a bit longer. Pauline went right to her limit, until she was leaking past her fingers, just like you did, while I gave up just because it hurt."
Tracy tried to comfort her, "I should have seen how bad Pauline was, I should have guessed that there was something wrong , the way Tamzin was blocking my view. The main thing is, we now know that Pauline can’t last as long as you, and she can’t hold as much pee, so you should win next time."
"I shall have to start training tomorrow," said Erica, regaining her resolve with Tracy’s encouragement, "I am going to stretch my bladder to its limit every day until the rematch, so I should be able to hold 2 litres and win easily, even if Pauline trains as well."
Edited September 2, 2013 by JeffreyStein
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Part1 – Stevens Little Lie
“Diinngggg,” rang the bell as another day of classes came to an end. No sooner did students begin to fill the hallways, energizing them with endless gossip and random chatter. After stopping by their lockers, Steven and Jenny rushed to the bus=ses so they wouldn’t be left behind. The two 13 year olds had met just days before on the bus, after recognizing one another from their math class. Steven had just moved to town over the summer, when his dad was relocated as part of his military service, on the other hand Jenny had been living since she was a small toddler. Though they had only recently met, Steven had already begun to fall in love with Jenny; Apart from her luscious brown locks, her stunning green eyes, or even her strong athletic body; Steven had admired her joyful attitude. He admired how despite being new, she was easy to talk to.
As they stepped off the bus, Steven turned to Jenny and asked “you want to come over and do the math homework with me?”
With a bit of laughter Jenny replied “I need a lot of help with it!” She then added, “but Id have to ask my mom first.”
They made their way to Jenny’s house. Once there, Jenny introduced her new friend to her mom, then asked to go study with Steven.
Teasingly Jenny’s mom answered with
“you know I don’t want you at a boys house,” but allowed her to go, after some pleading.
By now Jenny had noticed increased pressure on her bladder, however she at this point just wanted to leave before her mom could say anything more to embarrass her. Taking her school pack with her, she followed Steven to his house; it was only around the corner from hers. As they stepped in, the dead silence struck Jenny. Having a younger sister, she was used to coming home to a loud house, though Steven was used to his parents working odd hours.
“Im thirsty, you want something to drink?” asked Steven as he opened the fridge door.
“Sure,” she answered, being reminded her of her slight urge to pee.
Steven grabbed a soda for both, and took a seat on the dining table where the two could study together. He quickly chugged his soda, while Jenny took a much slower approach. Sip after sip only made her need to go grow. It was after only a few sips that she asked Steven for the bathroom.
“Hey Steven, I have to pee, wheres the bathroom?”
Grabbing his crotch as if to be desperate Steven said “that soda is getting to me too," he then asked "want to play a game, whoever pees their pants loses?”
Looking at Steven, he appeared to be desperate, the soda must have gotten to him within minutes. She knew she wasn’t too desperate at the moment; she was sure she wouldn’t lose, so she agreed to his game. However what she did not know was that Steven wasn’t desperate at all, in fact he had used the bathroom just before they caught the bus at the end of class. His intention was only to pull a little prank on her.
As the math problems piled on she began getting desperate. She was showing obvious signs, wiggling in her chair, grabbing her crotch, squeezing her thighs. Steven had noticed in excitement, wondering if he could really get Jenny to pee her pants. Practically mimicking Jenny, Steven continued to appear desperate for her.
“You know these problems are so hard cause I can barely concentrate,” said Jenny as she worked through one of the many simple review problems, while jumping up and down on the chair.
Realizing she was on the brink of losing, Jenny said to Steven “I think I better go to the bathroom, my mom will kill me if I come home in wet pants.”
“That’s cheating!” exclaimed Steven.
As she got up she could feel a few drops escape, Jenny tightly crossed her legs, she regained control but it was obvious she was ready to let go.
Steven came up with the idea of letting her borrow a pair of his old shorts. They made their way to his room. Worried about peeing in her pants she to take them off, unbuttoning and unzipping them, as Steven looked for a pair. Steven then turned around; so surprised Jenny let out a scream, not wanting Steven to see her in only her panties she quickly covered herself with Stevens bed sheets. Though only getting a quick glance, Steven became elated at the site of her light blue panties. With the scream she also managed to lose control for one or two seconds, she could feel the drops as they trickled down her thighs. Once again, she easily regained control.
“Im seriously about to pee,” said Jenny in jest.
Steven proceeded to hand Jenny a pair of pajama bottoms he hadn’t worn in years, and asked “how about these?”
Jenny grabbed them and tried her best to change under his sheets; though a bit of a tight fit she managed to get them on without any problem. The pj’s were simply a plain dark blue color, and fit almost like a leggings on her. Once her pants were off, she inspected them, and to her relief she had not visibly peed in them.
The two went back to study, though Jenny slowly hopped back to the table. Steven watched her in amusement.
“I cant focus,” said Jenny.”Lets play with my dog” suggested Steven, as he went to let him in from the backyard.
Immediately he jumped up on Steven. Introducing the two, Steven said
“That’s Jenny, shes really cool, see her Comet?”
Curiously Comet approached Jenny. As soon as she began petting him, Comet jumped up on her, tackling her to the ground and licking all over her face. Falling and laughing made her lose control of her bladder. She began peeing in Stevens pants, throwing both her hands into her crotch, before barely hanging onto control again. She could sense the drops between her fingers
“Oh my gosh, I peed!” she screamed
“Im really peeing myself,” she added as she climbed to her knees and feet.
Jenny looked at the pants and realized she had just lost, while Steven kept watching, he couldn’t believe what he was watching. Seeing her pants were already soaked, Jenny stood and let go of what was left of her bladder. From her pants, a quick stream escaped and splattered down to the carpet.
“Ill tell my mom Comet peed, if she asks,” joked Steven.
“Im all wet, I need to change” said Jenny as she once again looked down to her pants in laughter.
Her pants were wet down to her knees; her butt and underwear soaked with pee.
The two went back into Steven’s room, where Jenny grabbed her pants, and made her way to the bathroom. After taking her pants off, she cleaned her legs off with a towel, and put her jeans back on.
As she walked out she asked, ”I thought you had to pee too?”
“I lied,” stated Steven, with a grim on his face.
Throwing her pee soaked pants at Steven, Jenny responded with “I hate you, haha.”
In disgust all Steven could say was “eww!”
Not knowing what to do with the pants, he hid them under his bed, not wanting his mom to find them. Afterwards the two were then able to quickly finish their math homework, and Jenny made her way back home
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Sorry for the long wait, Ive just been a bit lazy.
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Chapter 2: Jenny's Little Secret
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Days after the Steven and Jenny’s game, the two had met up again. It was a Saturday, at mid-day. There was no school to attend, and no homework to work on. Though the summer season was coming to an end, it had been a particularly hot day. Neither of the two had any motivation to stay out in the heat. As they shared some school gossip, they also discussed what they could do. They made their way to Jenny’s house to beat the heat for the time being.
As he stepped into the house, Steven said “its much nicer in here!”
Agreeing with him, Jenny added ”Its too hot out.”
The two were met by Jenny’s parents, who had the weekend off as usual. They greeted one another, and Jenny introduced Steven to her dad.
Leading the way, Jenny ran up the stairs and in to her room. Opening her drawer she grabbed several pairs of bikinis, threw them at Steven.
She told him him to “pick one,” while laughing at the fact that one of the bottoms pieces had covered his face.
Steven wasn’t sure which he should pick, he had choices of several colors, and even some animal prints. He began to imagine how she would look in the colors, holding up each piece superimposing it over her body. Jenny gave him some modeling poses as she watched him try to come to a decision.
After going through each, he eventually settled on pair. They were dark blue with white flower designs bottom, and a white top piece with matching blue accents. Jenny worked to put on the top piece under her shirt. Once she properly had it on her she then took off the shirt she had and asked how it looked, giving a few more poses. She then went to the bathroom to change out of her short denim shorts, and into the blue and white bottom piece. The blue color contrasted against her light-golden skin tone, while the white complemented it
Because Steven did not have swim shorts on, he had to run home to grab a pair. Jenny quickly put the denim shorts back on, and grabbed a thin white, almost see through, shirt.
In Steven’s room, Jenny curiously looked under the bed to see if the pants she peed in only days before were still there. To her surprise Steven had not touched them; they remained under the bed, unwashed. As she picked them up, she noticed they had a slight stench of urine.
“Eww, you still have these,” Jenny said with both disgust and amusement.
“I dare you to pee your pants again,” suggested Steven.
Neither had not given what had happened much thought, though Steven had enjoyed Jenny’s struggle at the time.He then added ”lets play again, whoever can hold it longest.”
Though weary of Stevens lies, Jenny considered it.
“You lied though, youre probably lying again!” she added.
Steven could only laugh at her comment. He grabbed, and changed into the only swim shorts he had, they were a bright blue pair with black designs. After the two made their way back to Jenny’s to swim.
Back at Jenny’s house they each grabbed something to drink: Steven grabbed a bottle of water, and Jenny some juice as well as water.
“I still don’t trust you,” she said as she drank half of her bottle of water.
She added “Im gonna go to the bathroom.”
Having not used the bathroom since morning, she had a slight urge, though by no means desperate. Not wanting to be caught in Stevens lie again, she made her way to the bathroom. In there she slipped off her shorts, and began thinking about what had happened. Standing in her bikini, images began to flow through her head. She could sense the rush Steven game had brought to her; she could sense the joy, the excitement, but also a little fear.
She thought about it, she couldn’t get her mind off of it. In those several seconds, lost in thought, she slowly approached the toilet. With a little fear she sat on it, still wearing her bikini. It felt almost like several minutes to her. At this point her heart was beating more rapidly, she was nervous, yet she was more than excited. What if her parents found out what she was doing. They were, after all, right across watching TV. What if Steven found out and thought she was weird for wanting to do it. As a 13 year old she wasn’t suppose to, but she didn’t care. She would be washing off in the pool anyways: no one would notice, not her parents, not even Steven.
It was at this point she let go. A small stream escaped, flowing into her bikini, then a drop fell into the toilet. She couldn’t. Finally, she managed to. She forced it out, she could feel her pee flow down into her bikini, soaking her butt, she listened as it splashed into the toilet. Despite everything telling her not to, she was able to completely empty her bladder. She stood up from the toilet, wiggling her butt to get any remaining drops into the toilet. Several drops made their way down her butt, halfway to her thigh, while some remained absorbed on the fabric of her bikini.
She didn’t know why, but she had enjoyed what she did. She felt rush like nothing before. She walked to the sink where she washed herself off with just a bit of water. Grabbing a towel, she dried off her legs, and wiped her bikini: looking into the mirror she could see she was as clean as before.
That’s when she walked out of the bathroom. She was ecstatic at what had just happened. When she saw her parents talking out in the backyard and Steven already in the pool she knew with certainty no one would ever know. This had eased the slight nervousness she felt.
She then joined Steven in the pool, cannon-balling into it.
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Hello all! This is my first story. Enjoy!
Summary: This is a story set in a high fantasy world of my own creation. It will involve a lot of pants-wetting, humiliation, and, to a lesser extent, light scatological stuff. This story is wholly fantasy (in the fictional sense) and is in no way representative of the author's actual views on society and human interaction.
CHAPTER 1:
Forward scout Alaina kept her gaze fixed on the horizon of the Great Plains. Hidden in among the leaves of a large eldertree on the fringe of Birkwood Forest, she was situated perfectly to sweep her gaze across the vast plain without being seen, enabling her to spot incoming hostile forces from afar and give advance warning to the rest of the villagers. Alaina herself, however, was no mere villager. Powerfully muscled legs allowed her to and lope across the ground with gazelle-like speed and grace, while a sleek, sinewy upper body enabled her to climb tall trees, wield all manner of small melee arms, and draw her trusty longbow as quick as any in the countryside.
The fishing village of Ekpana was like any other small agricultural town, but unusual lines of birth - stemming, some say, from the legendary huntress Cozma Anteia herself - led to a population of average men but extraordinary women. Women with heroic athleticism, superfine coordination, supernatural resistance to pain and injury, and intense focus that put them above and beyond that of commen women, and indeed on the level of some of the kingdom's finest warriors. The clanwomen of Ekpana had taken part in some of the land's greatest skirmishes and were known not only for their ferocity in battle, but their startling beauty - many foes had fallen to the sword, awestruck by the visages of these amazonian terrors. Their numbers, however, remained small, and many outside of the village still did not believe the tale of the secret forest camp of elite female warriors; their strength, they believed, lied as much in their dedication to training as to their birthrites, and left them with little time or care to procreate. The men, young children, and elderly women of the village were charged with operating the agricultural activities of Ekpana, the primary source of income, while the women of prime age sequestered themselves in the nearby Ekpana Barracks, focusing their efforts on protecting the enclave. Alaina was not the strongest or fiercest of the warriors, but she was fast and and she was intuitive. These traits made her, at the relatively youthful age of 24, the enclave's lead scout. Her bravery in battle and skilled reconnoisance had led to numerous commendations, including one by the High Matriarch herself.
However, this occasion was not a normal vigil. Her mission was still to warn the rest of her clan, yes, but she and all the rest had been expecting enemies on the horizon for days now - the troops of the new Boy King Lazarus of the Ankaran Empire, to be precise. Ekpana had allied itself with the rebel Union that arose in protest of the Boy King's mad machinations. Following the death of his ancient father, the benevolent King Ramzus, the newly anointed Lazarus had done nothing but sown discontent throughout the provinces under his rule. Previous trade agreements were violated at will, territory was forcefully taken from the provinces, whole families known to associate with his political enemies mysteriously vanished... and, disturbingly, the young boy seemed to have a taste for the obscene. He was known to have demanded that serving women close to him be attired in unusual, provocative costumes, he shamelessly slapped and flogged the women of subject villages, and other, stranger tales. Alaina had heard much worse from previous kings and rulers - the odd proclivities of the Boy King actually seemed rather tame compared to the sordid tales of, for instance, the High Lord of Antioch, who was rumored to order whole groups of whores to whip him bloody in his own bedroom - but to hear of such things from a youth his age was troubling.
Following the collapse of the Union, then, the village had heard that King Lazarus was moving randomly from village to village, enacting harsh punishments to serve as warning to those who would foment uprising against the empire. Reports of these punishments were vague and varied. Some warned of brutal trade restrictions, while others warned of more of the king's strange fetishes being forced upon the populaces. The villages were small, though, so the sources were limited. However, she and her scouts had recognized the vast bulk of the king's detachment heading directly toward Ekpana, so punishment, no matter what kind, was virtually certain.
In any case, Alaina felt a small twinge of fear. Never in her life had the clanswomen been under threat from a greater enemy, but now the king himself was bringing with him a numerically superior force to focus on their small fishing village. The clanswomen could likely decimate a disprprortionate number of the king's soldiers before falling down, but the High Matriarch was not one to sacrifice all for glory; she ordered that the women simply take the punishment with pride and live to fight another day. Most of the clan agreed; if they were powerful and brave enough to withstand amazing levels of harm and trauma, then they were strong enough to resist anything the mad Boy King had to offer.
Alaina suddenly noticed a shimmering silver light on the horizon. Surely it was the reflection of Lazarus's host. The silver gleam resolved itself and she could now grasp the size of his company. It was not as large as she was expecting, parts of the host must have splintered off toward other villages, but still she could see that it was far superior to the village. The king's caravan rose high above the troops and was flanked by regal cavalry and platoons of spearmen, so there was no doubt that he was present in this small fragment of his army. Alaina steeled herself, quickly estimated the size of the host, and sped westward into the forest to warn her comrades.
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Ekpana was situated in a small clearing a few miles into the forest. The location gave scouts enough time to warn of incoming danger, but also allowed relatively quick access to the Great Plains while also providing a large buffer of twisting, forested paths, where the clanwomen could easily ambush and dismantle enemies foolish enough to try and assault the village head on. Alaina's quick, strong legs carried her smoothly through the forest. She had committed to mind countless paths through the woods and twisted around the clustered arrays of bushes and tree trunks as though she had planted each piece of foliage herself.
She reached the landing leading to the Ekpana Barracks. The entrance was a large gate, fifteen men abroad, crafted from the tall, slender trunks of the forest's gossamer trees. From the gate, a fence two men tall stretched in either direction, enclosing all of the training grounds. It was by no means an impenetrable wall, but it offered just enough protection and distraction from most threats that the women could appropriately prepare themselves. Alaina approached the gates and was waved in by sentries watching through slits in the doors. She sped quickly down the paths, lined with small huts, toward the High Matriarch's quarters.
The Barracks, in fact, were something of a misnomer. The clearing was no more than half a mile across, populated with small but exquisitely built thatched huts, meant to house two to four women. The houses were laid out in a circular pattern, and the center of the circle consisted mainly of three separate, flat, fenced off areas for training. At the very center, a large stone-paved town square of sorts was situated, with a large raised platform squarely in the center. This area the clanswomen used to socialize with one another, trade goods, watch fellow soldiers train, and hold recreational events.
The atmosphere in the town was tense; women went about their business, training, discussing battle tactics and performing daily chores. All the women of the barracks dressed similarly to one another. Most wore some fashion of leather jerkin or armor, sometimes studded or plated with Lyonese steel and wrought iron, to protect her chest. Some wore one, two, or no pauldrons of tougher leather or metal, depending on what weapons they specialized and which hand they favored. Some midriffs were bare while others were wrapped with additional studded leather sheets. The perpetually hot, humid climate of Ekpana led many women to wear short skirts (as Alaina did), while others favored tight, short-cut pants, and still others (the most confident ones, perhaps) were comfortable with mere skimpy briefs. The women's natural strength and resistance to harm gave them a great deal of leeway in their choice of protection, and all chose to customize her own set of armor in some way or another. As much as they were a tough ruthless model of military efficiency, they also prided their individual strength and personhood.
Many whispered in hush tones to each other about their soon to be known fate. The women were expecting Alaina. As they saw her rush in through the arteries of the training grounds and head directly toward the Matriarch's quarters, they could simply watch and wait. They could pretend that the day was as normal, but they knew the truth of things.
Alaina reached the Matriarch's quarters, a hut just barely larger than any other, but with a small stuffed falcon perched on pole to indicate its noteworthiness. Alaina entered the house.
"Matriarch Susannah," said Alaina breathlessly. A tall, regal woman with clothing more grandiose than any other on the grounds, she wore a flowing cloak stitched from falcon feathers, but still a practical mail of oxskin and plain brown leather briefs that showed her extroardinarily long, smooth legs.
She was not so muscled as many of the warriors, but certainly the tallest. On flat feet, she stood half a head taller than most knights.
"Head Scout Alaina, what news do you have to report?" The Matriarch's voice was calm and strong.
"Lazarus's host appears on the horizon. They bring five fold our number, including engineers to carve their way to the village. At their pace, I suspect they will reach us in less than a week."
Susannah's face betrayed no surprise. "It is as I expected, then. Thank you, Alaina." She turned back to the war table in the middle of the room, casting her gaze across the region map.
"Matriarch?" pressed Alaina, impatient and worried. "What are your plans? Do we still intend to lay down our arms?"
"Our plan remains the same, Alaina. Do not worry. It is our people's only possible path - the only one, I believe, that will not inflict us with great loss." A full month earlier, the Matriarch had announced her plan of action for all in the village. Most agreed with her. While all the women were blessed with physical gifts, and Susannah was no different, some were given strength in areas beyond the physical realm. Matriarchs had been chosen from women with gifts of understanding and insight that had stretched beyond those of the other warriors, and no Matriarch had ever led the clan astray. In spite of the Susannah's own successful history of leadership, there were still those who dissented.
"Bullshit," sounded a voice from the doorway. Alaina turned around. Standing tall in the entrance was an imposing figure, arms straight down her sides, feet apart, and hands clenched angrily. The woman stepped forward, heavy boots pounding threateningly, and became illuminated by the room's torch, but Alaina had already known who it was. Leandra, the strongest, fiercest woman in the training ground, and perhaps in the whole kingdom. Leandra was a vanguard, the mightiest frontline warriors of the clanswomen, who wielded melee arms with fearsome ease and skill and craved the battlefield like a babe craves milk. She was not quite so tall as Susannah, but still on even footing with most of the men of the kingdom. Leandra's legs were like huge smooth barrels of glistening iron. While Alaina's own upper body was muscular in a lithe, sleek way, Leandra's muscled churned like an ox's. They were muscles meant to shear heads from bodies. Her great hips, covered by straining leather briefs, and imposing breasts still lent her a womanly figure, but one that could cleave men in twain. Alaina had known Leandra since she was young. She was on comfortable terms with her, and had even sparred with the giant woman some years ago (Alaina was knocked clean unconscious in less than a minute), but could hardly describe Leandra a friend.
Leandra walked to an arm's length from the Matriarch, folded her great arms over her chest and tossed her short, black hair from her eyes. "It is a coward's plight, to lay down her sword. Matriarch, you must reconsider this foolishness, this betrayal of our people."
Susannah regarded the woman neutrally. "Leandra, though your strength is unmatched in this village, it is not your position to question me. The decision has been made."
"So we'll stand meekly by as we suffer their humiliations?" asked Leandra forcefully. "Do we even know what sort of humiliations we face? What about our pride? Our honor? What would the Huntress say?"
Out of the corner of her eye, Alaina noticed a small, slim girl sneak quietly into the room, her arms wrapped around a cluster of swords in their scabbards. 'Ah, poor Elena,' thought Alaina. Elie at 14, was among the youngest girls in the training grounds. Younger girls in the village train under the elder matrons until they reach the Age of Iron, when their spirits are ready to be shaped and tempered like pure molten steel. Alaina felt sorry for the poor girl, having to serve as squire for the harshest woman in the compound.
"She would be glad of our prudence in preserving our lives," Susannah calmly replied. "Subjugation and punishment are the least of possible harms they can inflict upon us.
"And how do you know they'll stop short of killing us? We make ourselves easy targets."
"I know." With that, the Matriarch ended the comversation. Leandra glared some seconds longer, then tossed her short hair again and stormed out of the hut. Only then, as Leandra turned, did Alaina notice the giant two handed battleaxe strapped across the woman's back. Elie, struggling to keep her hold on the weapons she was carrying, scuttled out after her.
Susannah sighed. "She is so powerful, perhaps the most powerful of all of us, but still so unwise." She sat down behind the table, removed a journal from an adjacent shelf, and began to write. "I'm sorry to keep you overlong, Alaina. Thank you for your work."
Alaina nodded, then let herself out. The meeting had not eased her mind. Though she trusted and loved Matriarch Susannah, she could not suppress a deep, vague terror slowly churning in her bowels. |
Thanks for the comments! Here is another chapter.
CHAPTER 2Six days passed. Word had spread that the King's host was nearing and that no change of the course to the Matriarch's original plan would take place. Though distressed all over again, most had accepted their fate a second time and were ready, faces grim with proud resignation, to face whatever would come to them. Leandra had stalked through the village, frustrated and swearing, knocking over plants and fences in anger. Some of the other vanguards had shared her initial anger but eventually fell in line with everyone else. The great woman cursed and stormed at them futilely.
Alaina herself nervously strapped up her boots and donned her armor. No matter what happened, she thought, she would remain a warrior, true to the spirit of Cozma Anteia. She pulled on her customary steel plated jerkin, iron shoulder guard, and her tight black briefs. She belted on a leather skirt and took her longbow and shortsword in her hands. She went outside.
The host had arrived and was situated outside the front gate. Most of the clanswomen lined up around the center of the town, sheathed weapons in hand, nervous, quiet, and fearful, but still proud. Alaina joined the crowd, but could not interpret what was happening.
"What's happening?" she asked Torine, a tanned, dark haired woman - a fellow scout and good friend to her.
"They are just outside...the Matriarch...she left out the front gates and is speaking with the King's party."
Alaina was surprised that the Matriarch had left already. "Alone? Does anyone know what's going on back there?"
"No. She ordered that we open the gates and allow her outside, then had the doors closed behind her. It's inscrutable."
Alaina was worried, but took her place alongside the rest of the women in the training grounds. They had all arranged themselves in a ring around the border of the central clearing, with the dais situated directly in the middle. All 112 women seemed to be present except one, Alaina noticed: Leandra.
Suddenly, the double doored gates could be heard opening up in the distance. The women shuffled nervously, but remained silent. A clamor of footsteps, many of them,
Matriarch Susannah glided into the center of the paved square, her sleek, royal face held high and her expression betraying nothing. Flanking her was the mad boy himself, atop a great white stallion, bridled with reins of crimson and gold and draped with a purple, gold-fringed headdress. Lazarus himself wore a lush, dark purple doublet and maroon tights and was wrapped in a regal, fur-lined cloak, looking as noble and kingly as a boy could look. Crowning his pitch black head of hair was a tall ring of radiant gold, lined with jewels and, Alaina could tell from a distance, exquisitely ornamented. He looked like he could not have passed his twelfth summer. Behind the king, an ordered column of lightly attired soldiers marched in time, while more columns waited outside the gates.
The only sounds in the air were the rhythmic footsteps of the soldiers and the clanking of their armor. As the Matriarch walked toward the center of the square, in front of the statue. The rest of the procession moved themselves to form an inner ring between the women on the outside and the king on the inside.
"My people," she declared, "lay down your arms."
The women said nothing at first, as though unsure of what to do, still hesistant to obey their beloved leader. Then, a slim, sinewy veteran soldier with bright blond hair and long form fitting cloth pants, Carina, laid her longsword down at her feet in front of her. The rest followed suit, laying their weapons on the ground between themselves and the ring of soldiers, who seemed mostly expressionless men, faces partly obscured by dirty helmets. A ring of assorted weapons now lay on the ground between the soldiers and the women, and a small group of soldiers picked up the weapons and threw them into wheelbarrows.
When that was done, the King spoke up.
"Ah, how marvelous!" he cried in a high, excited pitch. "A group of rebels here, so deep in the forest!" He clasped his hands behind his back and meandered around the statue, addressing the clanswomen. "I am glad you decided to surrender your weapons. Some other rebels were not so willing to bend the knee, and, well..."
He clapped his hands together. "Let's just say there shan't be anymore Shalian wine to water the nobles of Ankara anymore!" He giggled with disturbingly boyish glee. Alaina shuddered.
"I promised your dear Matriarch that I would spare your lives, and I will hold true to my promise." He smiled and giggled again. "I am, after all, a man of honor, I'll hold true to my word. Any tales you might have heard of me, please, do not believe them, they are simply tales told by fools and know nothings." Despite his young age and prepyubescent voice, he was a startling good speaker. Royalty, Alaina had figured, likely spent most of their time training in such areas.
"I told your Matriarch," he continued, "that I would relieve you of your weapons and levy tariffs on your exports, and that I shall do. You see? I am a forgiving ruler." Many of the women, Alaina included, were almost relieved, but still his theatrics and tone were disconcerting. She knew this could not be it.
And she was right. A thin, terrible smile crept across Lazarus's face and he giggled, this time more portentously than before. "Oh, but these punishments? Tariffs and disarmament? They are punishments of economy. Any man may be stripped of his wealth, but is he a new man? Has he changed?" His voice grew more excited, more forceful. "I sincerely doubt it!" Alaina noticed that the Matriarch was now watching the boy. Clearly he had not told her everything he planned, and her resolute calmness seemed to falter somewhat.
"No! The money and the goods are not enough. My dear father would have been satisfied with that, but he was an old fool," he spat. He climbed the steps to the central dais. "I have another, deeper, solution. Guards?"
At this prompt, two soldiers suddenly, harshly grasped Matriarch Susannah by the arms. She cried out in surprise, and her face could not conceal her confusion as she was dragged up the steps after the king. The clanswomen gasped and many stepped forward in protest, but the soldiers immediately leveled their spears at the now weaponless females. An angry murmur rippled through them, but Lazarus raised his voice to quiet them.
"The spirit, not the merely the coinpurse, must be punished! The spirit must be reformed! And this reformation shall start with your Matriarch, the spiritual leader!" He gave another short, maniacal laugh. A third soldier carried a small bench up on the dais, while the other two roughly forced the Matriarch onto her knees and face down across the bench.
"Your grace! What is this meaning of this?" she asked angrily. "We agreed on your honor that there would be no death here!""Do not worry, my lady, there will be no death here." He stepped close to the Matriarch and carefully moved aside her feather cloak, revealing her smooth, tanned brief wrapped bottom. A girl shouted angrily and was immediately struck in the stomach by the hard butt of a spear. Every woman's face was now a mask of impotent rage and horror. What could they do? They had opened their gates and freely given away their only defenses.
Lazarus raised his hand high. "This," he declared, "is the tool of reformation!" He brought his hand down hard on one of the golden cheeks, sending out a loud ringing smack. The pain was not even close to the worst that the Matriarch had ever felt, but this had stimulated a mixture of new, different emotions in her - emotions that were nearly unbearable to her warrior spirit. More hard slaps on her buttocks followed, gradually reddening each cheek evenly. The initial shock had passed for all the women, but the shock was now replaced by deep seated disgust, anger, and embarrassment. Many had even blushed, vicariously humiliated. Alaina was horrified to her core, but could not tear her eyes away. What was this madness? An insane boy barely five feet tall was delivering crude, corporal punishment to one of the greatest, wisest, and most beautiful women in the land., and all Alaina could do was watch and listen. It drove her mad to realize she was so helpless to assist her beloved Matriarch, and she could not keep her fists from shaking violently.
Slap after slap landed, the boy did not seem to tire. The sight of such a tiny boy punishing the tall, graceful woman was almost comical. "Please...Your Grace...stop this..." begged Susannah, her voice breaking. Suddenly, the King let out a great boyish bellow, and Alaina noticed a darkness forming at the join between her Matriarch's legs. 'Oh, Cozma,' she thought with terror. Points of light sparked out from the kneeling woman's groin, and shining streams began to trace their way down her long thighs. The women could see, and felt their world go out from under them. Susannah began to whimper and tears fell down her face. Lazarus laughed gleefully.
"Oh dear! Ha ha ha! The sacred woman is wetting herself! Am I just seeing this?" He placed his hand on her crotch to feel the dampness, only furthering her shame. "What a disgrace!" He landed a few more hard spanks and wiped his hand on his sleeve."I had expected more from your people than a grown woman who urinates her person like an infant!" he shouted evilly. "Soldiers, take them!"
At once, the soldiers stepped forward and grasped every clanswoman in the ring, all of whom were too stunned to react. Even were they to react, what could they have done by that point? They gave away their strength and took brutal humiliation in its place.Alaina was still reeling when she felt her hands pulled behind her back and quickly bound with rope. She and the rest of the women were forced onto their knees, as the Boy King leaped off of the dais, leaving the once dignified leader of women sobbing and kneeling in a pool of her own piss.
Lazarus strode along the row of distraught warriors, stroking the hair of broken warriors as he passed by. “Women of Ekpana!” he shouted. “I have brought shame to your beloved queen.” He stopped to place his hand under the chin of a random warrior, a slim blond scout, lifting her tearful face up to look at it. “And I will bring shame to the rest of you! You pathetic little girls have the nerve to dress up and act as noble soldiers of the Kingdom!” He pinched and pushed at her cheeks, inspecting her like a sheepherd inspecting his property. The woman shook nervously and a pool of hot urine began to form underneath her. Lazarus laughed and moved onward.
Alaina shook with rage. How could this be happening? Were all the warriors of Ekpana so spineless to allow these atrocities to happen to themselves and their own Queen? But even as she raged, she herself felt strangely powerless. The knots that bound her, that she knew she could almost certainly break apart or loosen, felt like wrought iron locks around her wrists. She felt that the strength that carried her across miles of plains and up the tallest mountains, drew the irontwine string of her longbow, and kept her alert in dozens of battles had simply vanished from her. She panicked briefly as she felt her sphincter begin to loosen and tensed her muscles. But it was too late – the thin fabric at the crotch of her briefs became just barely damp, causing her to blush and silently curse herself. What was going on?
The little king continued along the line of genuflecting clanswomen, stopping at intervals to humiliate some poor girl. He brazenly grabbed one young scout's breast, massaging it through her thin leather jerkin. To another, he pushed her further down to the ground so he could deliver sharp swats to her rear end. Still another, he roughly grabbed the sides of her skimpy brief and yanked upwards, tugging the garment embarrassingly into her nether regions. All he encountered had unwillingly lost control of their bladders upon the humiliation he delivered to them.
Then he came upon Alaina. The forward scout kneeled before the king like all the others, but her head remained raised. As he approached her, she fixed him with a dark glare; this boy would not take her pride from her so easily, she thought. Still, her bladder shuddered faintly just from his proximity. She cursed herself again. Was her body already so afraid of this petulant child?“Oh my,” purred Lazarus. “Is this a girl with some spirit left?” The boy reached out to stroke Alaina on the chin, but the defiant warrior pulled away with a snarl. Frowning, he reached out again to grab her hair; Alaina responded by spitting upon his hand. “Oh ho!” the boy chortled, wiping his hand on his cloak and eying her like a gleeful predator would its prey. “The bitch still has some bite! Guards!” At his last word, two armored men sprang from the ranks of soldiers to his side. “Sieze her legs and spread them apart,” he commanded.
The two men roughly hoisted Alaina up to her feet and lifted her upward before she could collect herself, working their arms under the crooks of her knees to keep her from contracting them and lifting her short leather skirt aside to maximize her exposure. Her groin was just level with Lazarus's gaze. She was dismayed by the abasement of exposing her private parts so lewdly to the villain, even covered as she was by her brief. “It looks like you've already gotten started,” Lazarus cackled, noticing the tiny wet spot that had already formed at the bottom of Alaina's pants. Alaina grimaced and clenched her teeth, feeling a mixture of intense rage and mortified disbelief at her situation.
Lazarus exaggeratedly leaned forward to examine the stain, stroking his chin and contorting his eyebrows as though observing some strange phenomenon. “Very... interesting,” he said airily. “My dear girl, do you know that you seem to be leaking down here?” He probed the soft leather surface over her crotch with a small, plump index finger. Alaina twitched at his touch, but was held firmly in place by the soldiers. He poked and probed at her private parts, grazing his finger across the wet patch and rubbing the moisture between his finger and thumb. All through this routine, Alaina felt her face becoming hotter and hotter, her mind seeming to fill with storm clouds. In the tiny window of clarity in her thoughts, she knew that the boy was teasing her in this way precisely to reduce her stature even more. But in spite of her years of training and meditation, she found her willpower undermined and her ability to concentrate utterly broken by this wretched, perverted boy king. She found herself straining every muscle in her body in an effort to steel her own resolve, but her strength was slipping.
Lazarus's teasing continued, dragging his finger agonizingly around the young clanswoman's most sensitive areas. He traced circles around her buttocks and pressured her anus, causing her to twitch again. Alaina's head filled with more clouds and her thoughts raced. What would the other warriors think? They could all certainly see her right now, haplessly being abused. Could Matriarch Susannah see what was transpiring? Would she wet herself like the others in front of all these soldiers and the rest of the tribe?
At this last thought, she felt another twinge of fear, and subsequently another loosening of her internal muscles. The conscious thought of wetting herself increased her anxiety, draining her strength, then increasing her anxiety even more in a cruel cycle. Her wrists began to chafe from the tight ropes binding them as she desperately shifted her weight in a futile effort to escape his touch. Her bladder shuddered, seeping another spurt of piss, darkening and expanding her wet spot further. Lazarus smiled upon seeing this, and smacked her on the bottom.
“I like you, little girl,” he whispered malevolently. “I like that you still some resistance left in you. And I'm going to enjoy stamping it out of you. I think I'll make you my own personal...pet. Would you like that”
The threat pierced through Alaina's clouded thoughts, crushing whatever mental bulwark remained in her and leaving only dread in its wake. The prospect of submitting to the boy's whims, submitting to these same cruelties day after day, struck her with terror. Her quivering sphincter cut loose all at once, and urine began to flood out in a torrent. Seeming to predict the rush of urine from the girl's quaking body, Lazarus pressed his hand against her groin to shield himself. Pee flooded out around his hand and soaked Alaina's briefs. The clear yellow fluid cascaded all around, streaming down her buttocks and arcing out to the ground.
Alaina shut her eyes tight but could not keep stray tears from her falling down her face. The boy had won. He strolled into the encampment with no resistance, then delivered complete shame to the entire tribe as casually as one chides a young girl for taking candy. He forced her to wet herself like a child, and she could only cry bitterly in response.
The soldiers dropped her to the ground, leaving her to stew in the puddle she made. Another soldier rushed to the king's side with a towel in hand, which Lazarus used to wipe himself off.
“Warriors of Ekpana!” he cried aloud to the shackled women. “I came here to punish you. And know that you will all be punished, like this miserable creature here! Not a single one of you will be spared from the discipline you so rightly deserve. It begins now, and it will not end until I have deemed you fit to crawl on your own!” At this, the ranks of Ankaran soldiers broke from attention and began pulling the clanswomen off their knees. The village suddenly erupted into a flurry of motion as soldiers ushered the despondent women warriors across the camp, somehow seeming to know their way about the village.
“That girl comes with me,” said Lazarus to a nearby guard, motioning toward Alaina. She did not fight back as she was lifted to her feet and led along. Through her tears, she maintained the presence of mind to discretely dart her eyes around, trying to see where her friends were being led. Small groups of soldiers led smaller groups of women to different locations, taking occupation over the small huts and barrack halls that were scattered about the village, perhaps intending to separate the warriors from each other and minimize the chances of an uprising. Not that that was likely at this point, thought Alaina sullenly. If they had prostrated themselves so readily to their punishment without so much as drawing blood, then she could not imagine them putting up much of a fight now. Then she shook her head and chided herself for feeling such derision toward her own people. No, she thought, I must continue to believe that we can break free of this bondage. Was our proud history all for naught? That our clan should end in this ignominious way?
The walk felt like hours to her despite the small size of the village. Her garments had grown clammy and cold by now, and the thin sheen of her piss was chilly on her skin. Soon, though, the company of herself, two heavily armed guards, and the king arrived in front of the Matriarch's dwelling.
“Pathetic,” the king spat. “Even the huge cow's hut is barely larger than the rest of the shanties in this town. My personal dwelling must be five fold this size!” They entered the little abode. Lazarus ambled around, inspecting and tinkering with personal trinkets of the Matriarch. He idly picked up precious gemstones and writing tools, then casually tossed them aside; he surveyed a weapon rack of the Matriarch's prized swords with disdain; then leapt upon the fur-covered bedding of the great cot at the end of the room, bouncing up and down to measure its give. “These aren't too bad,” he commented. “Perhaps I'll take these for my own. I could rather use some new linens.”
Alaina watched him rove around the room aimlessly, contemplating. This boy seemed so much like any other: idle curiosity and a mind darting about like a hummingbird. Then what could have happened in his childhood that so poisoned his soul with obscenity and wickedness? “Perhaps you ought to outfit yourself in them, you would appear less absurd,” she said, against her better judgment. Lazarus seemed to snap out of his reverie. He took notice of the sodden warrior once again. “Hit her,” he said nonchalantly.
Not a second later, Alaina felt a heavy fist slam into her belly. A similar blow would have simply glanced off her in battles past, but her constitution and focus were so weakened that she did not even brace herself in anticipation. She crumpled, the wind knocked out of her. Before she could recompose herself, the boy was upon her and slapped her across her cheek. “You don't learn do you?” he chastised, slapping her other cheek. He slammed his small fist into her belly with surprising force, causing her to spurt what little piss her bladder still held into her underclothes.
Lazarus snorted. “Clean her up,” he instructed the guards. “The day grows dim. We will begin the punishments in earnest tomorrow.” At this, he retired to the Matriarch's bed and promptly fell asleep, like a normal young boy tuckered out after a long afternoon of play.
The guards dragged Alaina outside. She did not resist as the guards stripped her of her soiled clothing and armor, beginning with her damp boots; they unstrapped and tossed aside her iron shoulder guard, which saw no use on this fateful day; they unstrapped her plated jerkin and tossed it into a pile of her other armor, then stripped off the woven wraps around her torso to leave her full breasts bare; then last of all, they peeled off her skimpy black briefs, now completely soaked from her ordeal.
She made no attempt at covering herself, fully expecting them to exploit her vulnerability, and was not cowed by the prospect of it. One of the many situations the clanswomen trained for was the event of capture and rape, and had prepared their minds for it. But to her surprise, the soldiers maintained their honor, at least in this little regard: they simply grabbed nearby wash basins and rags and began to roughly scrub her down, causing her some mild discomfort as their scrubbing buffed against her private parts. Soon she was clean, if somewhat raw. The soldiers produced clean new smallclothes for her to take to bed in, likely taken from the village supply depot, bound her hands and feet with long chain cuffs, then ushered her back into the tent. They gestured toward a second cot in Susannah's dwelling nearer the entrance, typically used as temporary lodging for the Matriarch's guests of honor but now relegated to the bedding of the king's special pet. The guards remained stationed in the hut.
Alaina retired to the cot without complaint and one of the guards chained her handcuffs to a nearby steel support pole to prevent her from stealing out at any opportunity. She thought of her comrades in arms, likely undergoing this same routine. She wanted to believe that she still had some measure of resistance left within her. That she could come up with a plan to undermine the small army and purge them from their village, or organize a guerrilla campaign to pick them off piece by piece... but, deep in her heart, she knew it was hopeless. |
a new chapter! a portion of it, anyway.
CHAPTER 3 (part one):
After the events that day, Alaina did not think she could sleep a minute; but as the hours passed by and exhaustion overtook her, she did slumber, if only for a scant few hours.She dreamt of the greatest heroes of Ekpanian history: intrepid Cozina, the huntress and tracker extraordinaire who once slew the great Dunebeest that had stalked the land and devoured hundreds; Bellamure, the Matriarch whose legendary foresight and powers of prediction were second to none; Cozma, the great vanguard – named auspiciously after the clanswomens' cherished diety – who once single handedly held off an entire contingent of axe-wielding Andraluzan savages with her trusty great sword Supraborinian.
But the hero who she most thought of was Ulina, the storied Ekpanian scout whose fabled swiftness was rivaled only by her stunning virtuosity with sword, spear and bow. Alaina's childhood was filled with vivid tales of Ulina's exploits; the most memorable and retold of which was Ulina's effortless weapon technique while defending a small village from a band of orcish raiders. The scout could loose dozens of arrows without pause to fell her distant foes, quickly turn to pick up and throw a javelin at a nearer group of approaching orc warriors, then draw her sword precociously to slay orcs foolish enough to sneak up on her from behind. Young Alaina modeled her own training after the hero. She strove to become adept in the same weapons in spite of the difficulty of mastering so many arms. Unlike many of the other Ekpanian heroes, whose lives ended decades and centuries before Alaina was born, Ulina was a mere three years Alain's senior; but such was Ulina's goddess given aptitude that she seemed decades beyond even the most war worn veterans of the tribe.
But only five years prior to the current day, Ulina mysteriously vanished. She was on a special mercenary assignment for the dead King Ramzus of Ankara – father to Lazarus – to take part in a diplomatic envoy to the neighboring kingdom of Puruna. The clanswomen had been on good terms with the Ankaran government then, and contracted themselves out time and again when the royalty needed some extra strength in its dealings with other sovereigns. A thorough investigation revealed no clues, and even the clan's most experienced trackers could find no trace of Ulina's whereabouts. Many within the clan blamed Purunian wizards for their missing champion, but some suspected the benevolent Ramzus of foul play, though Alaina could find no reason why Ankaran royalty would murder such a powerful ally.
Alaina dreamt that she was watching Ulina battle a pack of wolves in a forest clearing, expertly handling a sword and spear in both hands to keep the drooling creatures at bay. But as she fought, a towering, shadowy figure seemed to be stalking her from among the trees. Alaina wanted to cry out to Ulina, warning her of the danger, but her words registered no effect. The shadow streaked out from the forest in the blink of an eye, appearing to plunge like a dagger into Ulina's back. Alaina gaped in horror as she watched the legendary clanswoman react with shock. Ulina's eyes spread wide open. Her pelvis twitched and spasmed as a dark stain spread across the crotch of her breeches and bright yellow liquid spouted forth from her vulva. Alaina tried to scream, but from her throat sprang only silence.
And then she awoke. She stirred fitfully, and dim light broke through her eyelids. It was dawn. Peering around groggily, she thought perhaps the events that transpired had only been a cruel nightmare delivered from some mischievous god. Through her bleary eyes, though, she spotted a small figure at the table of the Matriarch, appearing to be ripping wolfishly into a large chicken leg. The nightmare was all too real.
“Ah, so you've finally woken!” said Lazarus delightedly through a mouthful of food. “I hope you had a good night's sleep, doggie. But, just looking at you, it seems that maybe you saw some frightful creatures in you dreams!”
Confused, Alaina struggled to divine what the irritatingly pompous boy meant. But soon she had her answer. As she shifted her legs, she felt an odd dampness all around her lower body. Sitting up and shifting her sheet aside with her knees, she saw that a great wet splotch covered her bedding; she wet the bed during the night. Her face flushed. She heard of these incidents, and knew that some of the younger girls of the clan could sometimes relieve themselves unknowingly in the nighttime, but these events were almost unheard of in adulthood. She had never even soiled herself as a child, and so considered the behavior merely a sign of immaturity, or perhaps an affliction more common to the unblessed commonwomen of the countryside and kingdom. But here she was, sitting now in a wet mess like a toddler frightened by night terrors.
“Clean her up,” Lazarus ordered, then resumed tearing into the leg. The same two guards that attended her the night before removed her bindings and ran through the same routine this time, though the process was quicker this time as they only needed to remove her smallclothes.
“Dress,” said one tersely, pointing to a set of clothing and armor on a nearby bench just outside the hut. Alaina was surprised to see not merely another set of smallclothes or other skimpy slave garments, but her full regalia of boots, leather brief, skirt, plated jerkin and pauldron. Why would they want her fully armored again? Was this some kind of trap? Would they force her to battle her comrades to the death? If so, they would find that the women of Ekpana would sooner die with blood on their hands than be turned against one another. Nevertheless, she did as she was told and equipped herself. The second guard handed her a loaf of hard bread to break fast on, which she greedily devoured. As she finished her food, she was given a flask of cold, cloudy water that tasted faintly bitter. They must have found some stagnant water to feed her, saving the cleanest for the soldiers themselves.
She noticed that while many of the soldiers she saw yesterday did not shy away from leering and laughing at the “festivities,” these two were absolutely stone-faced. Perhaps they were so selected so that no red blooded soldier could ruin the king's personal enjoyment. These two guards sharply differed in their appearance: one was a tall, broad behemoth of a man whose stubbly face looked like it was carved from stone; the other was shorter and thinner, but somehow more threatening. His face was like a bird's beak and his eyes were shrouded in shadow. Neither said much nor showed much, if any, emotion.
The king stepped outside, stretching and basking in the sunlight of the clearing. He wore a shiny golden doublet and matching golden stockings with gold trimmed white leather boots. He had evidently left his cloak and crown inside. “Ah, what a beautiful day,” he commented to no one in particular. “Ah, and it looks like you're fed and ready to begin!” he exclaimed, noticing the empty flask.
“What game are you playing at?” Alaina asked, unable to hold her tongue. She figured that her current predicament could not get much worse. “Why have you allowed me to reequip myself? Is this some kind of joke?”
Lazarus chortled and responded, “Nay, doggie, I assure you that I chose your attire quite seriously.” He approached her and casually lifted her skirt up, and she pulled way indignantly. “I'm glad you haven't your spirit yet,” he mused, putting his hands on his hips. “It would be ever so disappointing if you didn't provide some kind of challenge!”
“I won't be party to any of your games, cur,” replied Alaina bitingly. She wondered, though, what challenge he could possibly be looking for. It seemed as though he had already won as thoroughly as an opponent could. What could he possibly do to make his victory more complete?
“Oh my, but you will,” tittered the boy, walking back to one of the guards, the stonefaced one. Stoneface held out a short wooden sword “You're going to be my sparring partner for the morning,” Lazarus said with a smile. “I find it useful to get a good bit of fencing practice in early, it enlivens my mind and brings me out of my slumber.”
“Then you shall have all the practice you want,” she hissed.
“That's the spirit!” cried Lazarus. “There, a weapon for you!” Birdface tossed a second wooden sword to Alaina, who caught and spun it deftly. Somewhere in her mind, she suspected an obvious trap: there was no reason the boy would expose himself to such obvious danger, for a warrior with a wooden sword was still a lethal force. And then she saw the trap as clear as day as soon as she tried to lift her sword, which suddenly felt as heavy as a rock.
“What...” she stammered angrily, “what did you feed me?” Her muscles seemed almost incapable of acting at full strength. She felt that even a simple horizontal cut of her sword would feel like trying to swing it underwater. Lazarus tittered and assumed a fighting stance. Brambleweed, she realized. Brambleweed was an herb that, when dried, ground into a fine powder, and ingested, would drain the victim's strength. Its symptoms were almost undetectable until the victim tried to engage in concentrated flexion and tension of her muscles, be it fighting or fleeing, at which point she would feel as if she could not translate her full effort to her movements. It was a popular drug among nobles who tried to undermine their rivals in duels or young men attempting to forcibly bed reproachful women. This must have been the bitter taste in her water.
“I'm honestly surprised that worked,” said Lazarus. “A trained warrior like you couldn't even see that that was no regular water!”
Alaina cursed herself, but was not surprised – since the day before, she noticed her slipping ability to maintain focus and awareness of her surroundings. A foolish trap that she had seen and avoided a few times before now completely evaded her notice. Fear rose up in her again, as this development turned the situation on its head. Even a goddess gifted clanswoman might have trouble competing with a child while under the influence of brambleweed, unless she could somehow last the twenty or so minutes for which it took effect. She felt a familiar quavering of her sphincter and did her best to suppress it.
“Prepare yourself!” the boy king shouted gleefully, as he lunged forward with a sideways slash into her leg. She barely managed to pull her sword up in time to parry the blow, and felt her grip on the sword almost loosen from the strength of the blow. She began to circle backwards and held her sword ahead of her in a defensive posture, trying to buy time for the potion to wear off. Lazarus lunged with a few more strikes, hopping lightly from foot to foot, and Alaina found herself just barely defending. He must have received some sort of extensive training throughout his childhood, she thought. She would normally make mincepie of him at full strength and quickness, and her range alone would have taken his head off, but as it was, he demonstrated remarkable agility for a young boy. He darted to and fro around her to probe for a weakspot in her guard, poking with his sword and delivering rapid light strikes to force action on her part.
After a mere five minutes of this play, Alaina began to sweat. The effort she needed to exert simply to keep pace in her current state was straining her mind and body to the limit. Each subsequent poke-and-retreat was getting more progressively more difficult to hold off, and all the while she anxiously tried to hold her restless bladder. If she could only hold on for another quarterhour...“Are you tiring already?” taunted the prancing boy, seeming energetic and unencumbered.“Tiring of your boorish tongue,” replied Alaina, but inside she could not deny his words.
Suddenly, an unexpected impediment slipped ahead of her right foot as she tried to strafe, sending her tumbling to the dusty ground. With all her effort, she had trouble keeping track of both the boy's quick movements and the two guards circling the combatants. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Stoneface pulling a long wooden pole back toward him. Lazarus closed in an instant and managed to poke the fallen girl in her breast with the blunted point of his wooden sword, but Alaina managed to parry his next blows and regain her footing.
“So even after your little trick, you still need your lackeys to do your work?” she said cuttingly, continuing to strafe about the clearing. Lazarus gave a hearty hoot and said, “My good lady, you whine too much. I look forward to bending you across my knee!”
Another five minutes later, Alaina felt her resolve weaken. She was still deflecting blows, but now had to worry about the two guards Stoneface and Bird, who were circling around the two like a boundary and trying to trip her up with wooden poles. She panted heavily and her posture was slouching slightly, exhaustion overtaking her and fear building. Even in her compromised state, the proud warrior was desperate not to let a mere little boy best in her combat. This was her calling and her life's work. If all it took were a sprinkle of brambleweed to bring a battle hardened woman to her knees, then how could she even look her self in the mirror?
“You begin to slacken, dear,” jeered Lazarus. “Would you enjoy a break? I promise I won't beat you... too hard...” Alaina could not even spare the effort to respond to his quip. She needed to focus all her energies now. Cozma Anteia, she prayed, please lend me your strength in this dire hour!
As she circled defensively, she backed up a step too far: Bird shoved her from behind to push her back into their makeshift “ring”, sending her to her knees. Lazarus was able to chop her on the side of her knee, stinging her momentarily. He sent an overhead chop her way, which she managed to block with her own sword, but caught a kick to the ribs and fell backwards. She scrambled to get back up, but Lazarus slapped and chopped at her legs and belly. Her defensive posture was failing utterly now: a blocked sideswing was followed up with a successful strike of the blade to her arm; a dodged slash was followed by a hard poke to her groin.
Alaina now felt herself on the cusp of defeat. She only needed defend for another five minutes to overcome the effects of the brambleweed, but her muscles were at the edge of fatigue. Her body was betraying her, she thought. A part of her mind was desperate to simply fly the white flag and release her bladder, making her defeat thorough.
She tripped again an outstretched pole and her sword flew back out of her grip. She turned and tried to scramble on all fours in a last, desperate attempt to reach it, but Lazarus's foot connected hard with the seat of her exposed briefs, pushing her flat to the ground. He had no mercy as he cackled poisonously, delivering blow after blow to Alaina's undefended body. He hit wantonly with both flat side and blunted edge, seeking to do harm to every exposed area within reach: stabs at her back, cuts against her bare legs, and flats against her buttocks.
Alaina tried to push herself up against the flurry but her muscles gave way, surrendering her to the beating. Though her Ekpanian body was so tough that even harsh blows would not break skin, she felt every blow's brutal sting and her head was struck through with agony. The white flag of her body flew: urine trickled out from her loins once again as her bladder finally gave way, soaking her briefs and the dusty ground beneath her. Again she was brought low by this boy, this time in her most familiar territory of battle. Again she wet herself like an infant girl. Again she cried bitterly at the degradation delivered to her.
The terrible boy king did not stop his thrashing for minutes, rapping her repeatedly on the rear and battering the rest of her body at will, even as piss slowly trickled out and pooled around her. Finally he ceased, panting, and threw his wooden blade aside. He breathed heavily, but was invigorated.“Whew!” he exclaimed, walking about to reclaim his breath. “Excellent! Ha ha!” Alaina still lay on the ground, her spirit drained. The Ekpanians had a technique to mentally “remove” themselves from their bodies when under duress, allowing them to withstand almost any means of conventional torture, physical or psychological. But this was no conventional torture, and despite her efforts, Alaina could not help but remain hopelessly, pitifully aware of the warm pool of urine she lied in now, creeping along her legs, seeping into her clothing, and sticking dirt to her skin. The brambleweed had worn off by now, but now she was weakened by shame.
“Come on now, up with you!” called out the boy, who went into the hut to retrieve his royal cloak and crown. “One musn't lie down all day, she'll find it wasted. And we certainly wouldn't want you producing any more waste!” He tittered shrilly at his own cleverness. “All right, doggie. I'm off to make rounds about the village and see how your little friends are doing. My boys will clean you up again and set you at errands. Good day!” He bowed theatrically toward the prone woman and set off from the clearing, disappearing down the dirt path to the center of town.
(part 2 coming soon)
Edited September 10, 2013 by hwchem
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thanks so much! I really like the fantasy setting because you can have solid archetypes like that but you still have enough flexibility to write scenarios that would be really improbable or convoluted in a realistic setting. (Instead, they are only mildly improbable!)
CHAPTER 3 (part 2)
Stoneface and Bird lifted her limp body from the ground, stripping and wiping her clean once again. Her armaments were replaced now by smallclothes, simple cotton briefs, and a tight woven cloth shirt. They bound her with hand and ankle cuffs – both with enough give to allow her to walk and perform labor, but restricting her from making sweeping motions or quick, long strides.
“Clean up after yourself, dog,” said Bird simply, the first time Alaina heard him speak. “And hang that cot out to dry, you disgusting wench.” He retired to a small tree stump under the shade and began sharpening his sword.
“Now,” said Stoneface as he roughly shoved her against the wall of the hut. He went inside and she followed him obediently, glumly trying to clear her mind of her duel with the king. He sat down at the Matriarch's table, removed his gauntlets, and began to polish them with a feathered cloth. Wishing to avoid further immediate punishment, she promptly set to clean her small, soiled cot. She removed the affected bedding and set them in a large wash basin to soak outside. She took the thin mattress outside and scrubbed it to try and soak up as much urine from it as she could, then set it upright against a post in the sunlight. Cleaning her bed and the dwelling floor took the better part of two hours.
“I'm finished,” she said to Stoneface, feeling very much like a child seeking approval from a stern parent.
“Eat,” said Stoneface gruffly. He set more bread on the table, along with some dry scraps of roasted boar shank and a flask of water – this time, clear. She ate and drank quietly. Upon finishing, Bird entered the abode and set another flask of water down on the table next to her. “Drink,” he commanded.
“I've had my fill,” Alaina replied shortly. That, and she had no desire to overfill her bladder with fluids and have it loosened against her will yet again.
“King's orders, dog,” sneered the slim man. “And with all the piss you've been losing, you ain't wanna get parched all sickly.” Alaina gritted her teeth, but she had no choice. She drank the second flask as well, hoping that she could learn to steel her body for whatever punishment awaited her next. She left the abode and walked to a nearby raised bar in the clearing, then began to do pull-ups, push-ups, and other exercices to keep herself occupied. I may be defeated by my opponents, she thought, but I will not forget my training. Bird stood outside and watched her, but did not interfere with her calisthenics.
Sevearl hours later, as the sun began to set, the king returned to the hut. Alaina sat inside on her now dry cot and new bedding, meditating silently. Lazarus entered the cot, stretching his arms again and removing his cloak and crown.
“My, what a busy day!” he declared, and sat down to eat a plate of food similar to what Alaina had earlier. He retched and made a face. “Good gods, is this what passes for nourishment in this place?”
“These are the rations we have with us, my liege,” said Bird. “Your maidservant should be arriving here by midday tomorrow.”
“I look forward to it, eagerly,” said Lazarus impatiently, stuffing his mouth. “She already knows the price of tardiness, I think. And perhaps she could teach you a thing or two about being civilized, doggie.” Alaina did not respond to his barbs, simply gazing evenly at him. “I've set my men at work to discipline your people,” he continued. “Don't fret, my little pet. None of your little friends will miss out on what I've given you! I promise you, my men are very... efficient in their workings. Well trained for this line of work, you might say.” Alaina tried to ignore him, but couldn't. She thought of Torine, one of her best friends in the tribe and a fellow scout. The busty brunette was one of the most genial and good humored women Alaina knew, but her mettle wasn't on Alaina's level: she once could not keep from whimpering upon finding a wounded fawn in the forest and couldn't bring herself to end its suffering, leaving the task to Alaina. And given how Alaina had responded to her punishments, what must Torine be going through? She couldn't keep from envisioning Torine whimpering helplessly, desperate for her beatings to end, her broad, round bottom wet with...
Alaina furrowed her brow and collected herself, trying to shake the thoughts from her mind. Lazarus saw and chuckled.
“Have I bothered you, doggie?” he said callously, trying to get a rise out of her. “I know what you're thinking of. You're thinking of your friends, all panting and wetting themselves like you did earlier. I saw a curvy dark haired one watch you shame yourself in front of everybody yesterday, did you know that? You and her are close, aren't you? Her eyes were so wide, I thought she was going to break down right there, watching you waddle around in your piss. I saw her today, as I passed through the village. You should have seen her, your dear friend, she was spraying piss with every crack of the whip, she was begging them to-”
“Why you little-” Alaina sprang off the cot and leapt across the room, desiring only to rip the boy's eyeballs out from their sockets. But her shackles slowed her down, and her strength was still reduced; Bird immediately stepped in front of Lazarus to block her path, and Stoneface punched her in the stomach, sending her to the ground. Lazarus was unfazed. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, which he carefully folded and placed on the table. Standing up from his seat, he walked over to Alaina, who was still recovering on the ground. “Unhand me!” she shouted venomously, her anger not subsided by the punch. “I'll end you, you little wretch! Release me and I'll take your head off!”
“This must be... the third time you've bit back today?” he queried, placing his finger on his chin and pacing slowly next to the fiercely struggling woman. “It was amusing at first, doggie, but there is a limit to the leeway I will give you. Today's discipline must continue, I'm afraid.” He walked over to small cot and sat down upon it. He patted his lap expectantly.
The guards knew what to do. They lifted Alaina up off the ground and placed her over his knees with her bottom turned up. The warrior knew what was coming to her. She felt absurd, resting atop this little boy's tiny lap; but she knew from the day how serious her situation was. Lazarus surveyed the warrior's backside. He rubbed his hand softly across the tight cotton material of her briefs, like a smith inspecting his a surface upon which work must be done. He began to spank her.
“No, wait-” she cried, but to no avail.
He raised his small hand and brought it sharply down to swat her with rhythmic steadiness, the impact causing the scout's well muscled butt to ripple. Alaina bit her lip to keep from crying out, but after a few dozen swats, she couldn't help but squeal and moan. The strength of the blows should have had no impact on her, like the strike of the king's wooden sword; but somehow her mental anguish was so amplified as to make this spanking equivalent to the worst battle wounds she had felt. The flasks of water she imbibed earlier were making themselves felt now, as she miserably struggled once again to contain herself. Single tears began to slide down her face.
Her bottom turned a pale red as Lazarus continued to smack her and the pressure in her groin was rising.
“St...stop...please,” Alaina blurted out in a trembling voice. He unexpectedly stopped his abuse, instead slowly rubbing his hand in circles around her backside. The scout let her head hang low, breathing heavily and sniffing up mucus and trying to collect herself. “Why....why are you doing this to us?” she said tearfully.
“How much do you know, my dearest pet,” he said in a quiet, contemplative voice, “about my father?”
Alaina, in her distressed state, wasn't she sure heard the boy correctly. “Y....your father?”
“Yes,” he continued. “He was a great man, my father. He brought peace to this land, and was so kind to all his people. 'May the wisdom of Ramzus guide you', the commonfolk like to say. He gave me everything I ever wanted...” He sighed, continuing to massage the scout's sore bottom. He sounded almost wistful. But Alaina felt little sympathy for the contemptible fiend who now held her over his lap. Then he leaned his head in close to Alaina's ear.
“Do you want to know a secret?” he whispered. “My dear father, he wasn't as good as the people like to believe. In fact, he could be rather naughty sometimes...” Lazarus's voice was both mischievous and acidic. Alaina's stomach churned in trepidation. “One time, I was but eight years of age...I was put to bed by my beloved father, as he always made sure to attend me as I drifted to sleep. But for some reason, I could not slip into dreams so easily that night; I tossed and I turned, even till the moon was at its zenith and I still lay awake, lost in my thoughts. I later learned that blossom tea makes one so lively that he can hardly sleep when ingested in the nighttime.
“But that night, as I lay awake, I heard a strange sound coming from the walls... like a tiny dog yipping out, searching for its master. I wanted to find this dog and take it for my own, and care for it, and we would be friends. I was hesitant to step out of bed at so late an hour, but the sound did not cease for many minutes; and I was driven mad by the suffering of this poor beast. I resolved to find it.”
Alaina did not understand why Lazarus was telling her this story and could not divine where it was headed. But she was at least glad for the respite from the spanking, for her bowels now seemed to be bothering her. She realized she had not done her secondary business in the past day. Lazarus continued:
“And so I crept silently out of bed, making sure to stay as quiet as I could, for I did not want my father to hear me and whip me. I searched about my room, placing my ear to the walls to hear for its source. It was so dark, and in my creeping and stumbling, I felt a wall panel move ever so slightly under my touch; so I pulled at it, and it opened on hinges; a secret passageway I had never discovered in all my time playing knights and conjuring worlds in that tiny room. So I braced myself, for I was still at a tender age when I feared the monsters of the darkness, and crawled inside.
“And as I crawled along the narrow, dusty channel, sweeping aside cobwebs and conquering my fear of the tiny squeaking rats, I heard the yipping of the dog grow louder and louder, so I followed it dutifully. But as I continued, it stopped sounding so much like a dog... perhaps something larger, like a pig, or a goat. I moved forward, feeling along the dark walls, and glimpsed a pale light in the distance. This light, I saw as I moved closer, was illumination from some open window, and the sound was coming from there. The light grew brighter, and the sound grew louder and clearer, and accompanying the sound was a second sound, like a horseman driving his charges.
“And I looked down upon through the open grating, the source of the light. I saw... a chamber with stone walls below, lit well with torches. And in this chamber, there was a dais with a scaffolding of bound lumber and iron. On the dais, my father stood hunched. And tied to this scaffolding, a woman with fiery red hair. She was perhaps the most perfect female specimen I have seen, her legs were so smooth and her muscles honed by many hard fought battles. But here, in this chamber, she looked on the cusp of going crazy; she shifted and strained her muscles against her ties uselessly, desperate for some escape, but I could not see why. Near her on a bench were so many empty flasks.
“She asked of my father, 'Why, why are you doing this?' And he responded to her, 'Because I can, my dear.' He drew his fist – for despite his advanced age, he still possessed much strength from his fighting days – and drove it into the fire haired woman's belly. She cried out again, her yip, and then...then I saw her begin to pee. The liquid rained out from her like a waterfall, soaking her breeches, and I saw her stare down at herself in a shock. She had never been made to do this before, I knew. Frightened by the scene, I crawled back through the passageway and to my bed as quickly as I could, but I could not forget what I saw there.
“I went back every night to see the spectacle, for I could no longer sleep idly knowing what went on in my father's private chambers. And each night, he tormented her until she wet herself. He would try new tactics each night. Sometimes he would spank her or strike her with whips and canes, and others he would merely tease her with his hands, but it was always the goal of bringing shame upon her. And she always broke. Each night she would resist less and less, her will dwindling as her accidents increased. For two solid months, he did this to her – I think I remember her name... was it... Ulina?”
Alaina's eyes widened. No, she thought, this can't be. This is impossible. Her sphincter quavered unconsciously, and her bowels rumbled more uneasily.
“After the first week, she stopped trying to break out of her bindings, just urinating herself without fight. After the fourth week, she no longer needed chains at all, she just meekly kneeled before him and allowed him to punish her unhindered. And he would release her from chains and challenge her in combat, but she was so weakened that even the old man could grapple and beat her until she peed her pants. After the seventh week, she was freely sharing her knowledge, telling us of her origins, and her people, and her secrets, anything to spare her of further embarassments. But of course she would not be spared.
“How...” said Alaina breathlessly. “How could...no...”
“Yes...” cackled Lazarus insidiously. “I knew it as soon as I arrived here. She was one of you.” He inflicted a hard slap on her butt. “And she was rather young...young enough that I'm sure you knew her quite well. I knew even at the time that she was once a powerful soldier, her muscles flexed and bristled with so much power... but she was so utterly helpless.” Alaina blushed and closed her eyes even tighter, grimacing. “But this story, I'm sorry to say, has a sad ending.
“In the last week, my father pushed too far. He limited himself to simple humiliations for two months, but felt the woman's usefulness was outlived; and so he brought an ornamental knife to end her life then and there. But upon the first drop of blood drawn by his knife on her neck, something about her changed – her eyes flew open wide, and she burst out of her chain holdings with incredible strength. The very scaffolding broke in half. Her fist slammed into his head, I saw, killing him instantly. And the woman, so broken as she was for two months, finally freed herself and disappeared out the chamber door.”
Lazarus sighed again, still rubbing Alaina's bottom. “I saw my father die that day,” he said sadly. “But I vowed I would continue his work. And so,” - suddenly resuming his cheerful malevolence - “you wish to know why I am doing this, dog? Because,” he said, pinching her bottom, “...I can.”
He resumed his spanking in full force. As pained as Alaina was from the spanks, she was even more distraught over his story. Ulina? One of the greatest and most feared scouts in Ekpanian lore, degraded by King Ramzus as she was being degraded now? She didn't want to believe it, but the tone of Lazarus's voice was truthful. The legendary Ulina, abased and made to soil herself for two months. And revealer of Ekpanian secrets. This must explain how the Ankaran troops knew the layout of the village so welll, and how to bring the clanswomen to their knees so effectively.
And it explained how confidently Lazarus could walk into their village and immediately begin subjecting the clanswomen to all manner of disgraceful discipline.
He slapped her more energetically and forcefully now, beating her buttocks like a drum. The combined effect of the brutal spanking and the demeaning revelation of Ulina's fate devestated Alaina's willpower. She cried now openly now, her nerves frayed. She began to wet herself in earnest, the humiliation too great to withstand.
“Bad girl!” he scolded viciously. “The naughty little baby thinks she can fight!”
The punishment was so intense that her bowels released themselves as well. She moaned loudly and her anal sphincter simply gave out, as stool pushed out of her anus into the tight wrappings of her briefs. A pungent smell rose in the room and Lazarus guffawed more loudly than ever before and wrinkled his nose. “You've made a mess of yourself, you little dog, you pooped right into your panties!” He swatted her inflamed butt one final time, but she continued to uncontrollably release into the seat of her pants. The boy pushed her off of his lap.
Alaina landed with a hard thud on the floor. She had made enemy soldiers brown their underclothes before: she knew from the looks of terror upon their faces and the telltale acrid stench that stirred in the air upon a grown man (or woman) suddenly losing control of their bowels in the midst of battle. The stresses of bloody combat could make even the stomachs of bloodied veterans shaky from time to time. But the great Ekpanian soldiers, strong of limb and ferocious in battle, were never the ones on the wrong side of that embarrassing conflict. Alaina's former foes would laugh themselves to death if they could have known the current fate of their oppressor.
Now she lay again at the young boy's feet in a puddle of her waste and blubbering pathetically. But this time her briefs were also strained by the second affront of her own solid excrement straining against the backside of her briefs. The discharge had smashed itself in a cake across most of her bottom, and with every slight movement she could feel the whole warm mess shifting nauseatingly against her skin.
“Peee-yew!” quipped Lazarus, waving his hand through the air to mock wafting the smell away. “Get this 'warrior' changed, quickly! Her poopy accident will stink up the whole of this tiny shanty!”
Once again, the two loyal guards dragged the sobbing, dejected woman to her feet. Her pants and smallclothes weighed heavily downward as she was stood upright and left a dripping trail out the door. The soldiers dutifully underwent the task of peeling away her soiled clothing and discarding it to a nearby washbin, though leaving the dung filled small clothes on the ground. Alaina was washed and clothed and chains were placed on her limbs once more.
“Clean them,” Stoneface said shortly, pointing to the underwear. So wherever the Ankarans were taking dirty clothes, they would not handle the waste.
“And then the floor,” sneered Bird.
Alaina did as she was told, spending the remainder of the night cleaning up her infantile mess while Lazarus read manuscripts near the fireplace. As she finished, Lazarus stood up.
“You've had quite a lot of... mishaps today, my dear,” he said, smiling thinly. “And I'm not sure I can trust you as you are, so to speak. Do you know what that means?” Alaina could not think of a biting witticism to return. She was too tired of body and mind now, and her accident just prior would render any insult even more feeble.
Lazarus reached into a sack of luggage and pulled something out. It was a thick white brick, glimmering with a sheen from the reflected firelight. She had seen it before, in her rare trips to the peasant villages. Lazarus unfolded the brick, and horror dawned on Alaina: it was a diaper – a crude cushion used to keep infants and incontinent children from messing themselves. This garment was a strange metropolitan variety she had seen a few times before: fabricated from magically wrought woven fibers and sticky strips to hold it in place, its bombastic appearance somehow made it seem even more childish and out of place than the simple folded cloth implements that the amazons traditionally used for their young. And now he planned to clothe her in this most base and degrading object.
“A diaper?!” Alaina sputtered. “What do you think I am?!?”
“Why, given your many accidents in the past two days, I would say you were a panty wetting invalid long overdue for a diapering!” exclaimed Lazarus. “Do you wish to argue?”
“I...” Alaina stammered. But her face flushed bright red, because she knew that she could provide no reasonable argument. He was right. She did indeed urinate herself against her will, by his hand. What was she, then, to argue the fact that she was no more able to hold her liquid than the most immature babe or elderly crone? She hated herself for this admission.
“Correct. Guards!” said Lazarus, and the two men immediately rushed to Alaina's side, pulled down her briefs and smallclothes, and laid her forcefully upon the small cot. The skinny little whelp appeared in front of her, now beholden to her most private parts laid bare. She blushed even more, her face ablaze with shame.
“Up,” he commanded, and the guards lifted her buttocks slightly. He slipped the diaper under her bottom and pulled it up tightly over her groin, finally taping the sides to hold it firmly in place. He placed his hand on her diapered crotch and rubbed it gently across the surface, as if to admire his work and embarrass the grown warrior even further. “You look so much more fitting in the diaper than you did in those silly fighting briefs!”
“You will regret this,” she whined quietly, her eyes clenched tight. Lazarus giggled.
“You should be thankful, dog. You won't have to wash your bed tomorrow with your little diaper on!” The soldiers released her, letting her fall to the bed. She backed away from the boy, leaning against the wall and staring daggers at him. He merely yawned and began to walk to his own bed. “It's time for bed now, I think. And don't you dare take your diaper off at night!” he warned, turning back to point a finger at her. “Or I'll give you a stern reprimand tomorrow. And I promise that you dont' want that.” He turned around again and began to change into his nightclothes. The guards put out the lanterns, leaving only the dying light of the fireplace. Bird left the hut and Stoneface remained vigilant in his dark corner.
Alaina, unable and unwilling to do anything else, set herself to bed and covered herself with the sheets. The thick cloth-like bulk of the diaper elevated her slightly and prevented her from closing her legs. She wanted to scream, and leap out of her bed and slay the boy. Two days ago, she was free and armed, a proud amazonian terror, a dignified clanswoman of Ekpana. It felt an eternity away. Now, under the same bright moon, she lay on her cot in a thick, babyish diaper, in thrall to the perverted whims of a mad boy king. She wept silently, and felt a small trickle of urine escape into her diaper. |
Sorry for the long break! Here is the continuation.
CHAPTER 4 (Part One):
Alaina dreamt that night of Ulina, the fierce flame haired amazon. Ulina stood tall at the crest of a rocky outcropping, watching over the action on a bloody battlefield. She wore a plated vest and covered both shoulders with exquisitely crafted, horned shells. Her legs were encased in hide pants that were stretched taught around her thighs and hindquarters, drawing the large muscles into sharp relief. With her mighty complement of ancient arms strapped across her body, she leaped off the rocks and skidded downhill. Then her strong, powerful legs pumped like horses to carry her into the thick of battle. She held aloft her trusty spear in her right hand and drew the shining scimitar K'thava with her left hand, then set to slaying any enemy soldiers she encountered. The legendary scout moved like a blur: her spear pierced through a man's heavy plate like paper, and a second later she was slicing the head off of an unsuspecting combatant with her scimitar. Massive knights swung their greatswords at her, but hit only her shadow as she skillfully pranced and ducked around their pokes and swings until she could land single, lethal strikes on her prey. Alaina drifted alongside her, viewing the action like a stageplay.
Ulina slew all in her path, until she encountered an unexpected adversary. A tiny person with a bright red cloak drawn across his back, had his back turned toward her. She carefully stepped toward the mysterious figure. Run! Alaina shouted, but her voice did not carry. Flee from him! Keep away! But Ulina continued trotting forward. As she closed, she placed her hand on his shoulder. The figure turned suddenly to face her: it was the face of Lazarus, twisted into a demonic visage. His pupilless eyes glowed red and his smile was contorted into a huge, gruesome grin of spiked teeth. Ulina's expression turned to that of growing horror as she locked eyes with the beast, its stare piercing her very soul and filling her mind with dread. She stumbled backwards, clutching at her temples and trying to shake the demonic visions from her mind. But the boy's cape seemed to come alive, hovering and splintering into a dozen shifting, stretching limbs, all striking out simultaneously toward the distressed woman.
Ulina screamed as the blood red limbs overtook her, grabbing at her limbs and swirling in a threatening ring around her. She could not even raise her arms to fight, she was struck with such awe. Lazarus's demonic mask grew enormous and blotted out the horizon. The warrior's mouth dropped open in utter terror: her arms and legs trembled violently. Alaina wanted to turn away, to force her eyes open and wake up from this nightmare, but she was trapped. As Ulina gazed into the fiery eyes of the demon Lazarus, a dark, gleaming discoloration began to manifest at the join between her quaking legs. Her hands shook so badly that she could not hold onto her weapons, and they slipped to the ground. Her bottom lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears. The wet patch spread and began to travel downward, leaving long, wide trails of wetness on her tight oxhide pants. The crease of fabric between her tight buttocks began to flatten out, then expand, as an expulsion slowly escaped from her fearful body and into her trousers. Lazarus's mouth opened wide and revealed a fiery depth at its throat. The head reached out to devour Ulina as she stood rooted to the ground, wide-eyed, and continuously soiling herself.
Then Alaina's eyes shot open. She was panting heavily and short of breath, and her hair felt thick with sweat. Another nightmare, she thought, as her nerves gradually returned to normal. She gazed at the ceiling, remnants of the terrifying dream still swirling about her head. And then she became aware once again of her bearings and reached down to feel between her legs.
She sat up to shift the blankets aside, and the memory of last night's events struck her like a tide as she looked down at her pathetic garment. “Oh...” she gasped quietly, reeling again from the mere sight of herself. The previous morning, she felt it could not have gotten any worse than wetting her bed in the dead of night like a nervous new recruit. But now she sat in the same bed, her crotch and butt wrapped in a thick, used diaper. She shifted and felt the warm wetness gripping stubbornly to her groin. A bright yellow splotch covered the front of her diaper, declaring to all the world her feeble incontinence. At least in the daytime, she could still mount some resistance to the pressures of her ever weakening bladder; but now her body was choosing to betray her in the land of dreams, and there was not a thing she could do about it.
And there sat the boy at the table, munching on bread and meat once again, leaning back against a chair to take in every second of Alaina's awakening, from her frightened emergence into wakefulness, to her dread filled, expectant examination of her diaper, then lastly to her glimpse of her own diapered crotch and anguished recollection of the predicament that she was now in. He smacked his lips.
“My, you still can't believe it can you?” he commented smugly. “Well worry not, my little bedwetting pet. You will spend time enough in a diaper to get plenty used to the feeling of your own liquid shame.”
She flushed and shot him a dark glare. “Perhaps you ought to spend time honing your wit; your barbs begin to dull.” Lazarus remained serene, but his smile tightened imperceptibly and his eyes narrowed.
“Guards,” he said evenly. “Ready her up. And be... thorough.” Stoneface rose up from his seat and Bird entered to drag her outside for her daily routine. As they pulled her to her feet, she suddenly noticed another figure at the far corner of the hut. It was a young, raven haired woman, she saw, wearing a conservative grey servant dress. Alaina caught a brief glimpse of the woman's eyes and knew immediately that she was not a wholly willing maidservant to the king, for she knew those eyes from elsewhere. They were the empty eyes of an enslaved wretch, made to bend to the will of another for so long that any independence she might have had had been thoroughly squelched from her bones.
Outside, the guards took Alaina through her routine. Though this time, she noted, they were indeed more thorough: Stoneface scrubbed his rag deep into her rump, while Bird much more roughly buffed against her groin and breasts, prompting involuntary grunts from the hapless scout. Again, though, they allowed her to dress in her customary warrior garb. She still could not comprehend why: armor and battle garb were difficult and expensive to maintain, so why not simply attire her in slave gowns or other disposable wrappings? Still, she pulled the fresh, tight brown fighting briefs up and buckled her skirt on, and she drank the water and ate the scraps that the guards tossed to her.
Lazarus stepped outside in a red and purple ensemble with a shining orange scarf wrapped about his neck. If I could simply grab a hold of the end and strangle him, thought Alaina grimly. But she might not be able to suffocate him quickly enough, or even have the time to leverage herself and snap his neck. Bird, she noticed from the night before, was long limbed and quick as a rat, ready to beat her down at a single stray move.
“Goodness, what a delicious breakfast,” said Lazarus. “I was beginning to think I'd call it quits on this village, if I had to keep eating that drivel from yesterday. Alright, dog, same as yesterday.” The guards tossed wooden swords to Alaina and Lazarus again. Alaina's eyes narrowed as she felt herself alarmed. What was the boy's trick this time? She checked the water carefully and knew no substance to be in it. No substance she was aware of, anyway. Even after so many humiliations, there was no way the king would submit himself to such risk.
“Another trap!” hissed Alaina through her teeth. “What have you in store for me this time, scoundrel?”
Lazarus giggled his boyish giggle as he casually spun his sword by the hilt. “You're catching on, I hadn't thought you so clever! But what could have trapped you this time?”
Alaina raised her sword to assume a fighting stance, and Lazarus did the same while the guards circled the two combatants as yesterday. She tensed and untensed every muscle; she felt at full strength. What was going on? What had the boy planned?
This time, she decided to take the offensive. She stepped out with a quick poke, a move that had instantly slain her enemies countless times, but the boy sidestepped and continued to dart around lightly. Was he truly this fleet of foot? A mere child, even tremendously talented, should not have been able to evade that strike. But she kept her nerve and kept on the move, still on lookout for any suspicious activity from the boy or his guards. Stoneface and Bird tried, as before, to trip her with poles, but she could move more quickly than before and danced around their weapons.
Lazarus was less aggressive than before, less casually indifferent. He dropped his endless taunting and kept his focus squarely on the battle, his brow furrowed with concentration. Alaina struck out multiple times, sweeping her sword out, swinging it overhead for powerful blows, and stabbing deftly, while the boy had to back off and around and deflect her blade when he could. He was growing nervous, she thought. Perhaps he had grown too arrogant and overstepped his bounds. She even risked a verbal jab at him.
“Where goeth your swordhand, boy?” she shot at him, beginning to feel bloodlust. “You lack the confidence you showed yesterday? Has it fled you?” He did not respond, merely continuing to rove about the little clearing away from her blows.
The dance continued like this, Alaina trying to poke while Lazarus dodged and retreated, until Alaina spied an opening in one fraction of a second. Lazarus's arm brought his sword up, and Alaina could work her momentum to deliver a powerful overhand blow to him. She would land her blade against his, for sure, but the sheer strength of the slash would break his arm and send him flying backward. Then she could pounce upon him and end his wicked life once and for all. Even in the split second, she envisioned herself spearing him through the head with her splintered wooden sword. Her arm came down with all her might, smashing blade against blade.
And her sword stopped. The boy buckled somewhat under the weight of the sword, but he held; and his face morphed from wide eyed surprise to a thin, malevolent smile.
“What...?” said Alaina, not comprehending what had just happened. Before she could say another word, Lazarus spun from under her sword and slammed the blade into her side, nearly toppling her to the dirt.
“What black magic is this?!” she sputtered, regaining her footing. “What trick have you pulled? What is your secret?!” Lazaru's smile broke into a full grin as he suddenly began to press his attack.
“I bet you thought you had me, little girl,” he said cuttingly, beginning to send stabs and slashes her way. She was still recovering from the shock. She had pressed him and chased after him for the entire fight, only now to be put back on the defensive. And she was at her full strength! Was the boy charged with some demonic strength like in her nightmare? Or could the silent slave have been a dark mage, as only she heard stories of but never encountered? Her bladder sent a familiar shiver through her body, and her own concentration began to falter. She was tripped up on a pole, opening to her cuts and jabs by the boy. He seemed to move laterally and cut at her as quick as any amazon, jabbing hard at her breasts and stomach. It was all rolling downhill, the slow, steady road to defeat would be like yesterday's. Her panic increased rapidly, and her face could not hide it.
“Are you scared, little warrior?” he taunted, seeing her frightened face. “Do you have to go to the bathroom again? Are you going to make a pee-pee in your pants?” She hated him for it as she felt herself drip into the crotch of her pants. He struck at her again and again, now swiping aside her sword to slash at her legs. She sent another overhead swing at him, but he simply spun again close to her, shooting his hand forward to fondle her between her legs and humiliate her even more. She pushed him away, her face burning.
“You...how...” gasped Alaina. That was all she could manage to say in her surprise, and suddenly the boy was on her again.
He poked his blade hard at her bladder, sending reverberations through her body and almost causing her to lose control right there. She clutched herself and tried to regain her composure, but Lazarus swung his sword so hard as to knock her own weapon out of her hand. There she stood, trembling and slouched over in pain, not knowing what to do. Surrender in battle was unknown territory to her. Images of Ulina from her nightmare flashed through her head, and her sphincter was wobbling like crazy.
“Ha ha!” laughed the boy king, basking in the sight of this weak, weaponless woman. He stepped toward her and drew the tip of his blade up her body, then gently pressed its point into her neck. “So then. Do you yield?” Alaina couldn't keep her limbs from shaking. The boy was faster and stronger than she could have ever known. His strength was far greater than her own, now. Never had she met an enemy before him she felt so powerless. Her eyes were wide with fear.
“Do it,” he said quietly, cruelly. “Shame yourself, dog. Spare yourself further beating.”
And then a dribbling, hissing rush began to sound from her legs. Drops of fluid moistened the dust beneath her and streams of liquid began to flow down from her thighs. Lazarus dropped his sword and used its point to lift her skirt up, revealing the dark brown patch of wetness spreading across her briefs, and Alaina started to cry.
“Hush, hush, dear,” whispered Lazarus quietly with mocking gentleness. He tucked his sword his arm and stepped close to her, softly placing his hand on her cheek and wiping away her tears. He then lifted her skirt and drew his fingers lightly around her wet crotch. Alaina struggled to control her sobs as the last of her urine seeped out. “Shh, it will be all right, my dear,” he whispered, pretending sympathy. His hands caressed and probed her body as he done the first time she provoked him, when he had his guards hold her aloft while he . But this time she wet herself all on her own, and as he greedily demeaned her with his fingers she could not bring herself, out of fear and resignation, to stop him. She felt like an agitated young child weeping from a scrape, and the boy king played the grown-up who attentively inspected her wound. Even stooped as she was, the boy's head barely crested the bottom of her breasts; yet it was he who acted the adult and she the untrained toddler.
He gently turned her around, and she wordlessly acquiesced. As he scrutinized her sodden wet bottom, she tried as best she could to think hard about what the boy could have done, though it was difficult through the boy's groping and her teary sniffles and hiccups. She ran through every possibility. What else could he have used to contaminate her water or bread, and what would it have tasted like? She recognized no flavors, scents or textures in those: as a scout, she was trained to accustom herself to all the land's senses and to know many possible methods of poisoning, and there was none she knew of that was perfectly concealed. Could he have obtained a rare spice from some far off land, that rendered her not only weakened, but also totally unaware of her own frailty. This seemed unlikely. The only other answer was magic: but the few times she had seen magic, it involved the lengthy incantations and gestures of ostentatiously dressed eccentrics. Was he or his guards or his mysterious new maidservant capable of silent curses upon her?
“You poor little baby,” the boy continued, “you've made an awful mess of yourself, haven't you? Do you think you belong in these grown up clothes? Do you still believe you're a big strong warrior, who can traipse around in these tight little shorts?” He swatted her on the butt. “No, child, no. A diaper is what you need, a diaper is what you really belong in, girl.” He motioned to Stoneface, who approached and grabbed the sopping woman by the arm. “Have Parveen dress the little baby in a fresh diaper, and be quick about it. I intend to make my rounds before noontime.”
They quickly removed her briefs and lower smallclothes, leaving her mostly attired in her armor, then dragged her inside to lay her on the bed. The raven haired woman – Parveen, he called her – seemed to know what to do. She dutifully walked over to the bed and stood over Alaina's prone body with a thick white package in her hands. She produced a small glass jar filled with a white powder and opened it, grasping a small amount in her fingers. Then she bent down to rub the powder around Alaina's groin, eliciting a soft groan. Her hands were surprisingly warm, and as she massaged them around Alaina's vulva, the warrior was chagrined to admit that some part of her felt the stirrings of physical pleasure. From her low viewpoint, she could see an opaque whitish form poking out from beneath the hem of Parveen's high skirt. So Lazarus keeps her diapered like an infant as well, she thought sadly.
Parveen finished by wrapping the diaper tight around Alaina's waste and taping it closed. Stoneface and Bird hoisted her to her feet. Alaina's face glowed red. They left her attired in her fighting attire, iron shoulder guard and all, and like Parveen's servant dress, her skirt barely covered whole of her juvenile raiment. She struggled to pull the fringe of her uniform down over the bulk, but her thick white crotch was plain to see as the leather flap dangled only halfway up. Somehow she was even more bothered by wearing a diaper alongside her standard clothing than simply wearing the diaper alone; like she was masquerading as a brave amazon, but in truth was merely a costumed baby girl. The guards then clamped the customary loose iron chains between her ankles.
Outside, Lazarus unclasped what looked like a long, thin whip, at which Alaina's first reaction was fright.
“Come, dog,” he said delightedly. “Time to see your friends.” As they set off down the winding path to the village, Alaina realized that the guards had not even bothered to clasp her arms with chains today. She cursed herself. Of course not, she thought bitterly, what have they to fear from the hands of a mewling diapered babe? |
Well that took me a long time, sorry. But the next part after this should be shortly forthcoming!
CHAPTER 4 (Part Two)
Alaina could not get used to the feel of the thick diaper between her legs. The crinkling bulk of it prevented her from pressing her legs too close together, making the simple act of walking awkward and difficult. That it crinkled at all was enough to make her flush pink, but it was so loud, she expected that her gait could be heard from miles way. She tried in vain to shift her body away from the bulk of the diaper, but Parveen fitted it firmly. There was no escaping the warm, suffocating mass of it. It pushed against her skin oppressively, making her aware at every second of its degrading presence. She had been so accustomed of feeling the warm winds sweep across the land and brush against her skin, and had taken some small pride in her growth from skinny teenage recruit to lithe, muscular fighter, and now the white garment had effectively erased that pride.
She was led down the winding path to the village with her childish diaper in full view, pulled along by her collar clasped tightly around her neck, with the end of the short leash held tightly by wretched Lazarus. Flanking the two of them were the guards whom Alaina christened Stoneface and Bird, as loyal and brief of conversation as ever. The silent Parveen followed silently at the end of their little train.
A sharp tug on Alaina's leash almost caused her to topple over, so limited she was by the bindings around her ankles. “Hurry up, dog!” barked the boy. The four figures continued down the path from the Matriarch's former dwelling to the central square. At first, the walk was uneventful. As she remembered from the countless trips she had taken down this path, smaller huts on the fringe of the barracks emerged from the thick of the forest. But as the group passed this border, Alaina began to hear voices, like howling animals. First a quiet few, than many in cacophony – no animals were these. It was the distressed grunts and cries of women, she realized; women she knew, and their cries were mingled with the cruel boorish laughs of soldiers. Her sphincter tightened.
“Hear that, little girl?” said Lazarus, with a mischievous grin on his face. “Those are all your little friends! And boy, did I have plans for them!” He gave a high pitched giggle and tugged her onward. She did not reply, for her thoughts were consumed entirely with images of cleaving his face off with a sword. But her opportunity for that had long since passed.
Walking in the opposite direction, a pair of soldiers were pulling along a large wooden cart overloaded with what appeared to be assorted leather garments and straps. As they drew closer, however, a foul smell grew pungent and Alaina could see that the faces of the soldiers were twisted with displeasure. “Phew!” cried the little king, scrunching up his nose and wafting his hand in front of it. “You warrior women put the royal outhouses to shame! Perhaps it's all that green vineroot in your diets. Parveen, remind me to cut all crops of that foul weed from next year's demand.”Alaina now understood what lay before her. The king's detachment had been tormenting the whole of the amazon tribe for days now, likely in a similar manner to her own punishments, and these were the rotten fruits of their suffering. The embroidered jerkins and briefs that once symbolized Ekpanian strength were now heaped in a disgusting pile. The crotches of every set of breeches, briefs, shorts, and underclothes were soaked with the urine of the clanswomen, and much of them appeared to be stained by feces as well. The king must have been sending whole carts of these down to the civilian village for cleaning. What could possibly be running through the minds of the villagers as they were tasked with laundering these massive shipments of shit and urine-soaked battle clothes? The very thought caused Alaina to drop her head in a crimson blush and she tried to banish the thought from her mind.
Further along the path, still not quite to the village square, she saw a group of three clanswomen held in bondage. The women were held in stockades that had been erected in a small clearing along the side of the path, and they were being spanked and strapped by a group of laughing soldiers, who were jostling and arguing with one another over whose turn it was to punish the women. One girl in her late teens, a stocky, brown haired mountrider named Marsine, had already shamed herself from the punishment. A large dark patch spread neatly across the bottom of her tight shorts and her legs glistened as they shook, and the poor girl whined tearfully. It seemed that she was the one the men were most eager to punish. Marsine, like Alaina's best friend Torine, struggled more than some of the other clanswomen at the art of mental evacuation and resistance to pressure. But she was bright eyed and naturally talented on horseback, and would have made an excellent trooper. Her prominent shapely rear end and relative youth, Alaina suspected, made her a prime target for the vicious soldiers. Alaina averted her eyes from her comrades, but still heard their whimpers as she walked by.
“She's soaked herself already!” cried Lazarus, not shying from pointing out Marsine's miserable condition. “What a farce! Soldiers, make sure she is well and proper spanked for her lack of control!” The girl Marsine no doubt heard his abased comments and sobbed noisily as the soldiers dutifully doubled their efforts in slapping and groping her. Alaina directed her eyes to the ground, burning with hatred for the boy.
Further on ahead, two soldiers held in their hands soft, feathery implements and were using them to tickle another clanswoman, who was tied to an upright wooden cross. Kalena, known throughout the village for her skill in stealth and assassination, was one of the most quiet and terrifying clanswomen that Alaina knew. She almost never smiled, and her dark black bangs cut off just across her eyes, often completely masking them in shadow. She could slip in and out of notice without so much as the sound of air rushing in her wake, and until now, Alaina had never seen the woman express more emotion than fleeting smirks or grim, tight lipped gazes.
Kalena had wet herself as well, and quite thoroughly: nearly the entirety of her tight jodhpurs had been stained, and still the two soldiers tormented her. So wet were they with piss that even the bottom of her shirt began to dampen. Soon, it seemed, she would wet so much that the stain would travel all the way up to her full, half exposed breasts. The assassin's face was contorted into a mixture of laughter and rage as she protested through broken stops and starts.
“N..no...” she screamed through her laughter. “St..ha ha.. stop it you...ha...fiends....” She shook her head wildly as the men lightly traced the implements around the parts of her body most acutely sensitive to touch. They tickled her armpits constantly and used their fingers to explore her soft belly, the crooks of her knees, the soles of her feet and the gaps between her wiggling toes. One soldier stopped to force a jug of translucent yellow fluid into her mouth.
“What...?!” protested Alaina. This was a step too far: even she could not imagine the perverted boy king allowing this affront. “How dare you...”
“Ha ha,” laughed Lazarus, waving her off. “Looks like pee, doesn't it? That's not a bad idea, actually, I might try using that sometime... but no, that's pilar juice. The alchemists fixed it up to keep little girls like you peeing and peeing without draining all your... 'nutrients,' he called them, or something. I don't know.” He waved his hand dismissively. “In any case, I don't like my pets starving before I'm done with them!” Alaina's stomach sank at this news. So now the boy had a drink that could allow him to torture her and the others endlessly. “It's a nice party trick, I think,” Lazarus went on, “but it works all too well. They couldn't keep it from making women piss themselves within fifteen minutes. Sometimes you just need to sit back and let her suffer and hold herself, you know? Let her think she's going to make it.” He yanked on her leash again, and they advanced down the path.
The group arrived at the square, and Alaina's jaw dropped with horror. A festival of torment was occurring, and all around her, her friends and comrades in arms formed a cacophonic parade of misery. Clanswomen, singly and in groups, were spread out all across the training grounds, accompanied by packs of soldiers and being tortured in so many different, disgusting methods; methods that could only have originated in the twisted mind of the mad boy king.
“Cozma's bane...” Alaina whispered, her eyes wide.
She could not turn around without seeing some kind of makeshift torture station. The amazons were bound to whatever implement was available: makeshift stocks, small trees, wooden posts. Several were being hit and caned with supple ironwood branches and other implements. A pair of tearful spearwomen were being made to kiss and fondle each other in front of a group of drooling, hooting soldiers. An archer was forced to run on a stationary rolling tread as she was slapped on the hind like a horse, until she collapsed exhausted and peed and soiled herself. Nearby, a group of women were held in tall wooden frames and suspended above the ground with rope; they were being fed pilal juice and appeared to be having their bladders massaged until they urinated in their fighting clothes, unable to even close their legs together to hide their debasement. A pigtailed young recruit was being bullied and pushed around by a few soldiers and had vacated her bowels out of fright; the soldiers continued to push and jab at the girl as her waste stained and spilled out from her shorts.
Alaina's eyes filled with tears upon her next sight. On the central dais was the beloved Matriarch Susannah, bent over on her hands and knees atop an elevated platform, and smacked rhythmically on her wide, perfectly rounded golden bottom by a soldier armed with a great wooden paddle. The beautiful, statuesque woman still somehow looked stately in her compromising position, her body shuddering after each blow. Her brow was furrowed, but her face seemed to project calmness in spite of her situation.
“Here she is,” declared Lazarus cruelly. “Your precious Matriarch! Still preening proudly even through her punishment! I've begun to tire slightly of her haughty whining, but still I cannot resist an inspection of one of my most precious cows.” At this, he ascended the platform steps. Alaina made slight sidesteps to try and escape any possible sight by the fallen Matriarch. She was ashamed that she could only stand and bear witness her matron's unenviable position, and could not stand the thought of locking eyes with her now.
The soldiers on punishment duty stepped aside and Lazarus walked beside the kneeling woman, looking as ridiculous as he did on the first day next to Susannah's towering frame. He petted and stroked her skin like a prize destrier, and the Matriarch's expression changed subtly as she realized his presence.
“You...” she panted, “Treacherous villain! You would have brought...shame upon your father....” Though the woman appeared calm, Alaina could see that she was shivering slightly. Pride had been replaced by child-like fear, and Alaina could only ruefully think that her Matriarch was tenuously holding on to control of her sphincter. She chided herself for these humiliating thoughts of her comrades, but so thorough was her torment that her thoughts had been all but consumed by vivid images of her ordeals. Deep down, she could not bear to admit to herself that the Matriarch would not be able to control herself, and that by the end of this brief encounter, the boy king would succeed once again in turning the magisterial woman into a panty wetting infant.
“Pah!” clucked Lazarus, casually examining Susannah's beautiful, buckling body. “You knew nothing of my father, you pathetic wench.” He brushed his hand down along her back and traced a fingertip along the waistband of her leather panties. She trembled still more, rubbing her thighs together nervously. “I dare say he would not be more proud of me, in fact. I was able to accomplish at my age what the old fart could only dream of! I have conquered the legendary clanswomen of Ekpana and held them in thrall! I have beheld the virtuous beauty of their great Matriarch and crushed it! I have chained her spirit, stamped it beneath my foot.” His finger tracked its way down the crease of Susannah's buttocks toward her clenched and quivering groin. “She is mine now,” he whispered malevolently. “AND SHE WILL DO AS I SAY!” he shouted suddenly, grabbing her hair with his free hand and violently jerking her head backward. The Matriarch emitted a whining cry and her whole body tensed up in that instant; in surprise and fear, she lost what little control she had left and voided her bladder like a babe. Her hot urine gushed out around Lazarus's probing finger and down her thighs, just as it had on the first fateful day.
She sobbed openly, a truly broken woman in thrall to the mad king. Lazarus tutted and wiped his hand on his robes, then made his way back down the dais. It was business as usual for him – he knew his power had already been cemented over these warrior women, this tour was merely a victory march. A few silent tears fell from Alaina's face, as she was reminded again of the shock and helplessness she felt when he first saw this wicked boy shame her Matriarch. This time, though, she was already resigned to her humiliations.
“Come,” he said to his party. “We have a more important matter to attend to.” And they moved to follow him.
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A quick update as promised!
CHAPTER 5 (part three)
On the grounds normally reserved for hand to hand sparring, several vanguard women were forced to grapple with some soldiers, but with a hand tied behind their back, opening the powerful warriors to a variety of humiliating attacks, slaps, and gropes. The great frontline fighters of the clanswomen towered above their captors and fought back with greater success than their peers, but still eventually succumbed to the focused abuse of many men. Gianna, a lithe platinum blond vanguard and among the most accomplished and respected of them, was currently in the throes of abuse. She appeared roughed up and was forced in a kneeling position. A soldier's boot was pressing her head against the ground, while three others were holding tightly to ropes that bound the woman's arms. Even in her restrained and beaten state, it took a full four men to suppress Gianna. Unfortunately, despite the difficulty that the soldiers had in subduing her, Gianna's composure faltered quickly as soon as she realized she was defeated. The muscled vanguard was trying mightily to maintain her steely resolve, but the mask of rage on her face was being undermined now by squealing whimpers and quivering lips. From between her widespread legs, a thin, steady stream of yellow fluid emerged and dampened her clothes. She failed, she broke, just like all the others.
Alaina barely even had time to register her disgust at this pathetic showing by the soldiers, as Lazarus urgently tugged her along to the main event.
Ahead of them, a small training circle drew a particularly large crowd of soldiers who were hooting and taunting. Lazarus led the small entourage through the crowd to the side of the ring. Alaina saw the combatants and gasped – it was Leandra, the great Vanguard warrior, disarmed of her battle axe, but still an imposing sight. She still had on her her warrior attire: the trademark single steel pauldron, a midriff baring plated jerkin, and (to Alaina's surprise) unstained briefs, but it appeared as though she had been in battle for days. Her hair was disheveled and bruises and scratches covered her body. Still, though, she looked a fair sight better than everyone else Alaina had seen to this point. It felt so long since she last saw one of her comrades assuming the dignity of a true clanswoman.
“It's the frightfully huge woman,” whispered Lazarus excitedly to Alaina. “Soldiers found her last night hiding out in one of the southwest shacks, in a little trapdoor. When they tripped over her hidey hole, she jumped out and slew three of them in five seconds, they say. It took ten men to bring her down alive. They told me to have her executed on the spot, but for what? Why would I just kill my great prize cow?”
They planned to exhaust her here, thought Alaina. They would humiliate her in her proudest environment – the battleground. But she looked around at the hollering soldiers, and then looked upon Leandra's magnificently muscled, athletic frame. She had forgotten how radiant and impressive Leandra's physique looked in the midst of battle, not to speak of her brilliance in melee. Surely none of these whelps could ever take the great woman down, thought Alaina. But they had already subjugated the rest of the tribe with ease, and Leandra, powerful though she may be, was still an Ekpanian like all the others.
Leandra was circling a soldier in the ring, her hands held up and ready to strike – she was not only dangerous with her axe, but her martial hand to hand skills were superior as well. The man threw a quick hook forward and stepped directly into Leandra's fist, which knocked him out cold.
“Who else?!” screamed Leandra, baring her teeth. Another soldier leaped over the waist high fence surrounding the dirt ring. He too was dispatched in short order. Five more hopped over the fence – Leandra quickly struck one in the chest, stunning him, then swung around to elbow a second into unconsciousness. A fist slammed into her neck from behind, sending her stumbling backward toward the fence, but still on her feet. A hand from one of the hooting soldiers flashed out and slapped her across her tanned bottom. Leandra fiercely turned around to punish the soldier, and the distraction was enough for one of the soldiers still standing in the ring to land a kick to her midsection.
“Hurgh,” groaned Leandra, but she recovered just enough to land a hook on an approaching soldier and send him flying toward the dust. This small victory was cut short by a flurry of punches and slaps that she could only barely defend.
“Hee hee hee!” cackled Lazarus, thoroughly engrossed in the event. “Slap her on the butt again! Beat her to the ground!”
She stumbled again and pushed the attacker away, but another came at her with a heavy blow to her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Alaina felt a cold chill run through her. She knew then that the fight was over now – Leandra might struggle and fight furiously, even taking out a few more soldiers, but the tide had turned and there was no beating five, ten, dozens of men. But was this the same Leandra that Alaina had witnessed on the battlefield, slaying literally scores of men, huge beasts, and staying entire armies with her supernatural strength?
Realization dawned upon Alaina. She had been asking herself the whole time how their great, glorious tribe could fall so easily and shamefully to normal men. Even a great contingent that the boy king arrived with should not have been a match for the full brunt of the Ekpanian force; the clanswomen had fought off greater enemies in the past. But a curious theory began to form within her mind: perhaps the clanswomen, made so physically strong and adept by the gods and by Cozma Anteia, were not invincible to all manner of weaponry. What if, in place of physical weakness, the warrior women had been bestowed some other curse to balance them? Perhaps it wasn't steel hat could fell them, but shame. The thought caused Alaina to shiver. She felt a small stream of urine escape into her diaper.
“Cowards!” Leandra gasped angrily. “Wretched curs!” She cursed as she continued to stave off her attackers. But as the vanguard grew more desperate, her taunting and curses faded.
After several more minutes of fighting, Leandra looked worn out. Three more men were slumped on the ground, but the expression of twisted rage on the great woman's face began to shift to one of exhaustion and desperation. More soldiers had replaced the fallen ones. One landed a punch to Leandra's groin, another elbowed her in the back, and the third kicked at her heavy legs. Physically, her skin bore few lasting bruises or scars, but mentally she was nearly beaten. She leaned forward in exhaustion, with one hand on her thigh to hold herself up and the other raised in weak resistance. Alaina could not pull her thoughts away from her new theory. The plight of the clanswomen now suddenly made so much cruel, brutal sense. Spears and stones glanced off the skin of the Ekpanian women and their skin renewed itself before their eyes, but embarrassment turned them into incontinent little girls. And as soon as the first failure of resolve occurred, then the stone only rolled further downhill; one shame would beget another, and another, and the warriors became weaker and weaker. This explained the Prince’s easy defeat of Alaina earlier in the morning, as well as the pathetic sight before her now. Even great amazons could be made the playthings of children after enough indignities. This is the secret the dead former king discovered in his torture of Ulina. But where would it end? What became of Ulina?
Then, it happened: a soldier raised his fist as if to land one final, crushing blow against her, and Leandra's eyes widened. Just then, Alaina knew, the brawny woman had lost her warrior spirit – it had been replaced in whole by a terrified young girl with no strength left to give. A dark brown spot formed and rapidly enlarged between Leandra's great thighs and a stream of hot yellow liquid sputtered out. The legendary Vanguard was humiliatingly, degradingly, urinating herself, her bladder yielding to the crude intimidation. Bright yellow pee coursed down her long, quaking legs and into her boots.
The crowd laughed uproariously, and the king with them. “Yes! Ha ha ha!” He tugged hard on Alaina's leash. “Look! I command you to look! See what I've made her? See the little girl she's become?” He was manic with glee.
Leandra's face flushed bright red and her lower lip quivered. “I...I...” she sputtered, but no words would come out. The warrior woman had never before experienced anything nearly so degrading, so demeaning. A soldier in the ring manuevered behind her and slipped his forearms under the crooks of her arms, pulling her body backward and showcasing her sopping wet pants and more spurts of escaping urine to the hooting audience. The skimpy leather briefs that once vainly showed off her beautiful, muscled legs now only sharpened the shame. The soldier dropped her to the ground, and hot liquid began to fan out from her groin across the dry dusty ground. The expression on Leandra's face was one of utter shock; her eyes were wide and her cheeks were burning red, as though embarrassed yet still unable to fully grasp the situation. “Look at the big, brave warrior! Ha ha ha!” hooted a soldier.
Alaina could barely stand to see the sight of the tribal champion brought low, but she feared retribution from the boy king; she didn't know if she could survive the brutal punishment that would follow resistance at this stage. The thought sent another uncontrollable stream of pee into her sodden diaper.
Leandra, recovering somewhat, had been spent of all urine. But the worst was not over yet. She returned to her feet and made to assume a grappling position once again, but her quickness and awareness had all but deserted her. A soldier immediately grabbed her by the hair and jerked her backwards. Leandra was caught by surprise; her moist eyes clenched and the sound of a wet, loud bowel movement pierced the air. The laughter reached a climax as the crowd realized what had happened: the defeated woman's sphincter loosened as she was yanked up, and let a thick, foul stool into the seat of her pants.
“Oh gods, she's messing herself like a child!” came a jeer.
Alaina looked down with horror and saw the leather briefs distend and darken. The fallen warrior had slipped even further into shameful despair. Her eyes closed tightly, but still could not stem the tears flowing down her cheeks. Lazarus was beside himself with glee.
“She's pooping her pants! She's pooping her pants! Ha ha ha!” Tears were streaming down his face too.
Alaina, now pushed beyond the fear of punishment, averted her eyes and shut all senses out. She could turn away from the dismal scene, she found, but the cold truth of her and her friends' situation stared her straight in the eyes. |
In which Kisame gets captured by The Leaf Village and Ibiki decides to use a new interrogation technique, much to the chagrin of his daughter.It had been the usual day for him; he’d been on a mission with his partner Itachi when it had happened. Somehow, he didn’t know how, but somehow, four Leaf ANBU had ambushed them and used a jutsu on Itachi to pretty much turn the effects of his mangyekou around so that he was caught in it instead and a jutsu was placed on him that completely immobilised him enough for them to carry him back to the Leaf Village, which put him in his current position. Tied up in…what appeared to be a torture chair and left alone in a dark room for several hours.It wasn’t that he was afraid of the dark, as a shark he liked the dark more than he liked the light, but being tied to a chair, where you can’t move anything, wasn’t all that comfortable. Especially since his body decided that it was going to create an itch, in a place where it would be improper and impolite to scratch if in the company of someone else. Yes, Hoshigaki Kisame was sat in the interrogation room of the Hidden Leaf Village’s one interrogational expert and he was thinking about how wonderful it would be if he could scratch his balls.He tried to wiggle around on the seat to at least try to get some friction on his scrotum to ease the incessant itch, but it wasn’t easy when you could hardly move. A deep growl filled the room as he was forced to sit there while the itch got worse and worse. He just about gave up hope when the door opened, sending bright yellow light streaming into the room and making him close his eyes a little at the sight of such brightness. A figure appeared in the doorway, one that…were Kisame a lesser shinobi, would have him shrinking in his seat.The figure stepped into the room and the door closed again, before a light in the room turned on and Morino Ibiki was stood there, cracking his knuckles and giving a wry smile to the shark nin. the scars running along his face, showed that he was definately used to being interrogated, but then...if he hadn't, Kisame guessed, he wouldn't be Konoha's leading interrogation specialist. What appeared to be strange though, was that there didn't seem to be any intruments that would be used to 'interrogate' him."Shall we start?" Ibiki asked.Kisame felt like laughing, but all that came out was a small chuckle, which lead Ibiki to raise an eyebrow."I don't think you'll be laughing in a minute Hoshigaki" he stated.Kisame's chuckle did indeed turn into a laugh and this caused Ibiki to furrow his brow."What's so funny?" He questioned.The blue skinned shark-nin shook his head and continued to laugh at the interrogation specialist. It wasn't like he was going to get anything out of the former mist-nin, the one who was aptly named The monster of the mist. But still, the man could definately try to do so. Ibiki narrowed his eyes and began forming hand seals, casting a jutsu over the shark nin that, at first, caused a twinge in the lower abdomen of said blue skinned ninja. Kisame stopped his laughing at this feeling and threw a curious look towards the scarred ninja in front of him."Just what do you hope to accomplish by doing this?" He asked.Ibiki smiled a sick and sadistic smile."You will talk, by the end of the day, you will be begging to tell me everything just so you can relieve yourself" he replied.Kisame's eyes went wide at this, but then they went back to normal. So he intended to make him what...desperate to use the bathroom so he would talk. Pfft, like that would ever happen. Every six months, the Akatsuki were forced to go through an endurance test, see who could hold their urine the longest and though Kisame never actually 'won' those 'contests', he always put up a good show and held it for as long as he could. So this would be easy, he could put all he'd learned from those endurance tests into good use now.*
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A few hours later, Kisame was beginning to feel the effects of the jutsu that had been cast on him, his bladder had begun to fill a short while ago and it seemed to the former mist nin, that the jutsu was designed to accelerate the process, which in result, was beginning to make Kisame a little uncomfortable. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, it was just a niggling feeling at the back of his mind that was telling him that he needed to urinate. For the past few hours, Ibiki had been in the room and watching him with an intent gaze, which, was almost nerve wrecking and would have been if Kisame hadn't known the gazes of both Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Madara. Kisame subtly readjusted himself in his seat, not because he was getting desperate to use the can, but because his buttocks were going numb from being sat down for too long.A sigh escaped the blue-skinned shark-nin as he sat there, it was quite boring really, just being sat in a room, tied to a chair while you were watched by an interrogation specialist, who had cast a stupid jutsu on you that was supposed to accelerate the need to urinate. Another sigh passed his thin lips as he sat there, instead of just looking around the room once again, considering he'd pretty much memorised the entire room, down to every last crack in the cieling and every last cobweb in the corners, he decided to close his eyes. He may as well get some shut eye, because this was gonna take a while and quite frankly, he was bored to tears.
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Another few hours went past and now Kisame was beginning to feel a pressure on his bladder. The acceleration jutsu was definately doing its job and as the minutes passed, he could feel his bladder filling up just that little bit more. If this feeling wasn't enough, Ibiki had decided to leave the room, but before he'd left, he'd cast another jutsu, which made the water pipe behind Kisame crack a little, well, enough for droplets of water to escape and, because of the constant dripping for about an hour and a half, there was a small puddle on the floor, because of which, when each drop fell and landed in the puddle, Kisame could hear the 'Splish, splish, splish' of each one. Couple this with his ever growing need to pee, it was beginning to get very uncomfortable for him. However, he wouldn't give up, he would not tell this pathetic little village anything about the Akatsuki or its plans, there was just no way, that was out...of...the...question.Slowly but surely, the pressure was increasing on his bladder, thus causing his manhood to rise with it, which inevitably caused another uncomfortable situation. As if needing the loo wasn't enough, he now had an erection which was slowly beginning to strain against his pants. A small blush appeared on his cheeks as, he was by no means small in that department and the largeness of his male anatomy was overwhelming for his ninpants. It was at times like these, that he usually had his cloak on, so any erections he got, weren't seen by anyone, but alas, his cloak had been taken from him before he'd been placed in this room, so there was nothing to hide the ever pitching tent. Still though, he didn't make a sound, he wouldn't give up any information at all, his iron will was too stubborn for that.
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Soon Ibiki returned to the room and he was stripped of all of his clothing before the painful side of the interrogation was conducted, each bit of pain was rewarded with either a grunt or a hiss, no other sounds were made, but...Kisame noticed...with every bit of pain he experienced, his need for the bathroom increased tenfold. When Ibiki had finished with the physical interrogation, he left the room, leaving Kisame to squirm a little with the discomfort in his bladder. Kami did he need to pee right now, but no...he wouldn't give up the secrets of the Akatsuki, that was a definate no-go. He was surprised when a young woman entered the room after Ibiki left and he was even more surprised when the young woman began to speak to him as she worked on healing his wounds."I'm sorry for all my father's doing to you, he's not known for his tact" she said.Kisame was...well, he was definately shocked. This girl was Morino Ibiki's daughter? He gave her a large grin and nodded, though it was definately out of shock that he was replying. For the time being, he forgot about his need to urinate and concentrated only on the feel of this beautiful young woman's hands on his body. As he looked at her, he could see the small blush on her features and a small chuckle left him."What's the matter medic-chan, never seen a naked male body before?" He asked.She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, before a small chuckle fell past her own lips."Hai, I have seen a naked male body before and your erection certainly isn't the first I've seen" she replied.Kisame chuckled again and just sit back and let her do her work, closing his eyes for a brief moment, before opening them again."Do you know who I am medic-chan?" He questioned.The young woman looked up at him from where she was working and nodded."Hai, you are Hoshigaki Kisame, formerly of the mist" she answered.Kisame nodded, so the girl knew who he was, yet she didn't seem to be cowering in his presence and nor did she seem fazed by his skin or how he looked. But then again, he thought, she wasn't here to appraise his body or his looks, she was here only to heal him when necessary, so that Ibiki could get back to torturing him. Soon, the young medic was done with her work and she nodded to Ibiki who was stood at the door. Said man, nodded at some people outside and two shinobi came in, unstrapping Kisame from the chair and standing him up, taking him over to the wall opposite him and chaining him up there. Of course, once he was on a vertical base, gravity decided to do its worst and Kisame's need to pee was intensifyed times a hundred and he found himself grunting and trying to bend over to try and ease the pressure. What he didn't see was that, the young medic had given her father a disapproving look when she'd realised what Ibiki had done."Morino-San, could I have a word outside?" She asked.Ibiki nodded and watched as the young woman walked outside, before following her out and closing the door behind him, knowing that with the state Kisame was in, he wouldn't be able to fight off a mouse, let alone two jonin shinobi."What is it Emi?" He asked.Morino Emi looked at her father and raised an eyebrow."Really, you used that technique on him? Dad, that's not fair, even by your standards" she stated.Ibiki shrugged his shoulders."How else'm I supposed to get him to talk Emi? He's an S-Class criminal for Kami's sake, just normal pain won't work on him" he argued.Emi shook her head and sighed."But dad, you could quite easily kill him" she insisted.Ibiki looked at her and raised an eyebrow. He knew that holding your urine was bad, but bad enough to kill someone? That was something he thought wasn't possible from just holding your pee. Emi sighed and shook her head."If you hold your urine for too long, it provides a breeding ground for bacteria, which could easily be absorbed into the blood and cause a blood infection like septicemia, which is a killer" she explained.Ibiki nodded, but the argument still stood, if Kisame died, no-one would miss him and it would be one of the Akatsuki out of the way. He couldn't understand why Emi cared so much about the criminals that came in here, but he guessed it was something to do with being a medic. He sighed and shook his head, before looking down at his daughter again."He'll hold it until I say he can go" he said.This made Emi shake her head in exasperation."Then let me sit in on the interrogation so I can tell you if he's had enough of holding it. If you want to get information out of him dad, he needs to be alive" she stated.Ibiki was rather unhappy with having his daughter witnessing such violence that he was committing against a criminal, but she did have a point about the whole alive and information thing. He sighed and nodded, turning back towards the door and opening it, walking through and looking at Kisame, before once again beginning the physical interrogation.
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A few more hours passed and Kisame still hadn't said anything to Ibiki and Emi had told her father that Kisame couldn't take anymore of the torture, especially not to his bladder. Ibiki had given a growl and had told one of the male shinobi to come in and let the criminal down. Of course, once the male shinobi had done that, Kisame fell to his knees and his fingernails dug into the ground in front of him with obvious need. Emi looked at the male shinobi and told him that he could leave, which he was apprehensive about, but Emi reassured him and he left. Kisame, thinking that he was all alone, having not heard Emi tell the other shinobi to leave because of the pounding in his ears and the throbbing of his bladder, openly gripped his member to stop anything from coming out. About now would be when he would've given up in the endurance test in the Akatsuki and he would've already relieved himself into the bucket, but right now, he was struggling to keep it all inside.He gave a groan as his bladder contracted, forcing a spurt of urine though his partly closed off urethra. A blush spread over his cheeks as he heard the spurt hit the floor with a 'Splat'. He looked up to see the shining little puddle of his own urine taunting him and mocking him, he felt as if it were trying to coax him to let go. He almost did, until he heard noise in the room and looked up to see that pretty little medic tidying things up a little. He gave another groan, there was no way he was going to piss in front of her, wetting in front of a group of guys, he could handle, but...wetting in front of a woman. As long as he had a say in it, that would never happen. Another groan made its way past his lips and he clenched himself more as he felt his bladder spasm again. By now, he was panting and sweating with the exertion of having to hold it in as well as the pain of all the 'treatments' he'd been given by Ibiki.Suddenly, his bladder contracted violently and another spurt left him, a longer spurt. He groaned yet again and this time, he heard footsteps coming towards him, before he felt a hand on his bare back and felt the young medic kneel next to him."Kisame-san, would you like a bowl?" She asked.The blue-skinned shark nin looked up at the woman and gave a small nod. The woman nodded too and got up, retrieving a bowl from the side and coming to place it in front of him, before she went to do another job. Kisame groaned even more and pulled the bowl closer to him, aiming himself into it and letting go, only to find, that when he actually wanted to relieve himself, he couldn't. He let out a growl of frustration and desperation and he looked up in time to see the young woman just looking at him."Is there something wrong Kisame-San?" She asked.He looked at her and growled."What bloody jutsu did your father use on me?" He questioned.He watched as her brow furrowed and she came to sit next to him."It was a simple acceleration jutsu that was used on your already filling bladder" she replied.She looked him over and saw that his lower abdomen was bulging like no tomorrow, which meant that his bladder was extremely full. If he didn't go now, there was a chance he would stretch his bladder and that could cause him to lose the ability to know when he needed to go. She looked around and then sighed."I'll go and get my dad" she stated.She got up and walked to the door, peeking out of it to see that her father was missing."Genma, where's my father?" She asked.The womanizing shinobi looked at her and gave a hint of a smile."He went to see the hokage about what sweet nothing he got from the prisoner, did you want him?" He asked back.Emi nodded."Yes, the stupid bloke forgot to release the jutsu on the prisoner" she stated.Genma shrugged."So?" He asked.Emi shook her head."Watch him while I go and get my father" she ordered.Genma chuckled and saluted her mockingly, stepping into the room while the young woman went to get her father.
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Twenty minutes passed and Emi hadn't returned with Ibiki, Kisame was beyond desperate now, so much so, he was now squirting every time he took a breath. This wasn't good at all, he groaned as a particularly painful contraction of his bladder caused a very long spurt to escape him, a spurt that lasted about three seconds. He could feel that his bladder was beginning to give up the fight to keep it all in and he had a right mind to just let it, but he couldn't, even if he wanted to, because of this damned jutsu, he couldn't urinate freely, it seemed the only way he could relieve himself, was if he did it involuntarily. He groaned again and started rocking on his knees, his hands gripping his erection tightly as he did.Soon, Emi and Ibiki returned to the room and Ibiki dispelled the jutsu, causing Kisame to yell out as an even longer spurt escaped him. Ibiki motioned for Genma to leave the room, which he did, then Ibiki himself left the room. Emi went back over to what she was doing and continued to do it, before she heard Kisame give another groan and then she heard the sound of fluid hitting the bowl. She gave a small smile when she heard Kisame's satisfied sigh as he was able to finally release his urine."This'll all be done again tomorrow" she muttered.Kisame heard it and looked up at her, he found her smiling down at him."I'll ask my dad if I can interrogate you tomorrow, it won't be as bad as this" she stated.Kisame gave her a small smile and finished peeing. |
So... Hi ^^ I'm quite new to this site and this is my very first story about omorashi and wetting and all. I hope it's not that bad! :S Either way, it will mostly be male omorashi/wetting and there might be yaoi scenes and/or piss play, depending on what you guys say you want or what I feel like writing if I get no requests :P
I would really appreciate any kind of feedback! Especially tips about what I could do better! If not though, thank you for simply reading! ^^
Thanks to SeverusSnapeFan for the help!
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These first paragraphs contain male as well as female wetting and that's it for the most part.
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The boy was starting to get restless, the 40 year old business man observed from across the oval dining room table. Not that picking around at his food was anything unusual for the brown haired teen, but the foot tapping he had started up had fallen into an unsteady rhythm, where his thin frame would tense up for a second or twitch. His face, hidden by a curtain of hair, revealed nothing of his state though.
John Harris cut another piece of steak and brought it to his mouth, clearing his mouth as he chewed, just to disrupt the silence. Unsurprisingly, there was no reaction from the younger male, who continued to poke at the slab of meat on his plate with his fork, knife lying on the side uselessly. After several futile attempts to spear a pea onto the fork, Bryan successfully brought the small, round vegetable to his mouth. He swirled it around his mouth, taking his time with it as if it was a mouthful to chew before swallowing it. Mr. Harris watched him take up his previous work of poking the steak for the rest of meal time.
When the man finished off his plate, he sat patiently with his son, waiting for him to finish but aside from glancing up once or twice, the teen changed none of his behavior. As five minutes passed, the man finally figured there was going to be no change and spoke up.
"Are you finished, Bryan?" he asked, softly so he wouldn't irritate the boy. As expected, there was no verbal answer. The teen just lowered his fork back to the table top and gave a curt nod. Rising from his seat, Mr. Harris took his plate to the kitchen sink, noting how little his son had eaten again. The boy was barely eating enough to survive and this is what worried him the most of all of his son's issues.
Bryan appeared a moment later, carrying his plate as well but dumping its contents into the trash before stepping next to the sink.
"Mr. Durant will be arriving in half an hour," he reminded him of the appointment they had with yet another tutor in attempt to find a suitable one. If this man managed to come through to Bryan even in the slightest, Mr. Harris would be glad. So far, his son hadn't taken an interest in anyone he had come across these last 3 years.
Bryan, once again, reacted in no way whatsoever, standing stiffly at the sink and waiting for his father to leave so he could start with the dishes.
John Harris worried about his son. Of course he did, but forcing the boy into doing something always ended with disastrous results so he tried to discomfort him as little as possible and hoped that once day one of his subtle gestures or those of an other person, would reach Bryan Harris and bring him back to life.
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The sound of the running water and its warm sensation on his hands did nothing to help Bryan's state. His squirming rather increased, having him rubbing his thighs together and taking deeper breathes to try and calm his body down again. He made no effort to hurry up with the task and get away from the water, nor did he plan on relieving his bladder yet. Although it caused him great discomfort, he constantly continued to put himself through the procedure of desperation.
After having cleaned all the dishes by hand, dried and put them away, Bryan wiped down the counter tops and the dining table. By then, twenty minutes had long passed and the new tutor should be arriving any minute. With that in mind, Bryan made his way to the living room and sat down in the sofa chair, which he had silent dubbed his with the stains underneath the blanket covering the red upholstery.
That was how Mr. Harris found his son as he led William Durant into the living room. The young adult smiled at the teen he might be teaching but found his warm greeting rejected by a cold stare from the other male.
"This is Bryan," John introduced them, "and Bry, this is Mr. Durant, possibly your new tutor."
"As I've mentioned before, Bryan is in a fragile state at the moment, so please excuse his behavior," he added, fixing the glasses on his face to which Kevin just nodded politely with a smile.
"That is why I am here, Mr. Harris. Don't worry about it," he assured the older man with the paling hair and sent a gentle look to the teen, to be met with the green eyes still focused on him. He tried to set aside the urge to shift uncomfortably in his seat on the couch. There was something unsettling in the gaze of the 16 year old; the way he sat there, silently, with one leg crossed over the other, swinging tirelessly up and down but without any other movement. Although the male was rather small and thin, he sent the tutor a feeling of power over him.
Bryan's stare never seemed to waver throughout the conversation John and Kevin lead. Nothing changed in the boy's stance as the 28 year old learned more about him through his father. Kevin was intrigued by Bryan's condition and felt he definitely needed to show his best side so he would be hired. Then he could learn the background story with all its details and if he was successful, pull the teen out of his post-traumatic daze as Mr. Harris had phrased it.
With his best smile, Kevin was not only handsome but managed to give anyone a feeling of having a capable man in front of them. And that he was. He could see in the manager's eyes across from him that he could have the man eating from his palm and with the promise of success in the air, not even Bryan's empty rigid stare could make him falter.
The moment his breath did catch, was when the glistening of the brunette's black jeans caught his eye and he saw the blanket underneath the boy darkening in color. At first he didn't believe what he saw. He glanced to Mr. Harris for a moment so he wasn't directly staring at the boy's crotch but looked back to find his eyes hadn't played a trick on him. There was actually a growing wet path spreading on the seat of this young male, which now explained to him the tinge of red Bryan had had in his cheeks and his foot whipping, which had now ceased.
Kevin forced himself to tear his eyes from the sight unfolding in front of him as his heart started to race and he swallowed thickly. This was when Bryan decided to move, shifting his position into sitting cross legged on the chair, openly revealing his wetting. It took a few more seconds, in which Kevin fought himself to look away from Bryan until Mr. Harris noticed his son's doing, at which his patience snapped and he turned to the almost grown male.
"Bryan!" he scolded him, shame rising up in him. Even though he had had to deal with this since the big incident 3 years ago, he couldn't help but always be hoping this behavior would stop at any moment. "Go get yourself cleaned up," he told him with distaste. Kevin stayed silent, throat thick as he watched Bryan get up and walk out of the room, leaving back a trail which clearly indicated he hadn't stopped the flow.
Kevin had to concentrate hard on what Mr. Harris was saying, gaze always attracted back to the yellowish fluid on the floor and the wet spot on the chair. To his luck, Mr. Harris only explained that wetting was another one of Bryan's issues, apologized and excused himself to clean the mess up. This gave the man in his late twenties a few minutes to gather himself and will the blood to return from his crotch to his brain. Not only had the wetting hit him by surprise but his arousal to it was new to him as well. He'd known about his piss fetish for a while but he had thought it was just concerning women desperation and wetting. He'd never experienced arousal in response to a male before. It gave him a lightly fearful tingle, as he questioned his sexuality. But no matter what he did, the fascination and arousal remained in his system.
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Sylvia Lahey was surprised by the text she got from her boyfriend while she was out for lunch with a friend. Hadn't Kevin told her he was going to meet a potential client at about that time? Despite her confusion, she complied to his plea and started chugging down water frequently throughout the day. She hadn't used a bathroom break that day yet and soon her abdomen was bulging. The young woman wasn't allowed to squirm or fight her desperation in anyway because she had to stand perfectly still as she held poses for flashes of the camera.
Finishing the photo shoot of the day, she hurried to the changing rooms, fighting the urge to relieve herself there and then as she pulled on her skirt. Apparently, she had underestimated her desperation because she felt a spurt of pee escape her as he gasped, doubling over and pressing her thighs together. Jiggling up and down for a few seconds, she managed to fight the urges down, knowing all this would only be half as fun without Kevin. And he would be so disappointed if this played out with him not around. She had to save herself for him.
The 22 year old model managed to get dressed and onto the bus without further ado, although she did get a few disturbed looks from passing strangers at her restlessness. Spasms kept hitting Sylvia regularly by then and she had to grit her teeth to not wedge a hand between her legs to help hold the flood back. She sat near the end of the bus, bouncing in her seat, bent forward with her legs crossed. As the vehicle passed over a bump that made her jump, another spurt made its way past the barriers and Sylvia bit her lip. Would she even make it home before the gates broke? This desperation thing was still quite new to her, Kevin having introduced her to it a few months ago, when she'd found about his unusual fetish. That was not a story she wanted to think of at the moment. She had to keep her thoughts focused on dry and firm things.
The ride home seemed eternal as she fought her natural urges. Her panties were already damp, and Sylvia was biting her lip from the pain that resided in her bladder. She had pulled the back of her skirt up as to not get it wet. With another spurt, she felt a second of relief, at which she let out a soft moan until she realized she was about to give in and slipped her hand discretely in between the seat and her bottom in time for another bump in the road. This spurt obviously lasted a few seconds longer, giving her hand and the seat a mortifyingly wet feeling. She pressed tightly to stem the flow, tears building in her eyes at the effort and determination. She wasn't going to publicly wet herself!
Thankfully, her stop was the next and she scurried off of the bus, walking the last feet to their apartment with her legs pressed together harshly. The worst part was stopping to unlock the doors and the elevator ride, during which she could hold herself again though, moaning in desperation. She danced as she turned the key in the apartment door, calling, "I'm home!" as she flitted inside, closing the door behind her.
To her dread, she found out that Kevin wasn't home yet, which meant she'd have to hold it even longer. The female groaned, bending over with eyes closed as she breathed deeply. It was all good. He would be home soon and then she'd put on a show for him like he had taught her. He'd see what a good girl she was.
Making tea to make her even more desperate had occurred to the woman but she was barely holding the fluids in her body back as it was so she decided against it. As the times passed, she tried to find the best position to stop the flow as the spasms continued but nothing actually helped. By now, she had one hand lodged up between her legs because she could feel her bladder quivering, about to give up the fight. Her hand was starting to cramp though and using the item nearest to her, she positioned herself on the armrest of the desk chair and pushed herself down on it, feeling a leak starting to dribble down her legs in that split second of no pressure. Her knuckles grew white at the clutch she had on the chair as she rocked back and forth on the arm rest. A spasm shook her badly when she slowed the rocking in exhaustion and she bounced up and down to stop the piss from escaping as a warm drop rolled down her skin. The friction at her crotch soon had her moaning and wet for a second reason, she was so distracted she didn't hear Kevin arrive until he was standing in front of her, watching her with lust filled eyes.
Sylvia let out a loud moan to show him how she felt although he could easily read it off her body language.
"Stop that," he ordered her and she paused with a worried look but complied, getting off the chair and replacing the pressure with a hand. "Hand too," Kevin added and she hesitantly removed her hand, only to find she couldn't stop herself from leaking.
"K-Kevin-in," she pleaded, her knees quivering. The man paid no attention to her though, busy with pulling his erect member from his jeans and stroking it slowly. Returning his eyes to the sight in front of him, he watched the piss slowly run down the slim legs of the girl, forming a puddle on the floor.
"Where's a towel?" he asked her in a strict tone, one hand still fondling himself, liking the feeling of dominance he had in this situation. "You're going to leave a stain."
"I-I did-dn'-t," Sylvia's voice caught in her throat as she shook, a short gush falling from her to the floor before it returned to leaking. "I c-couldn't-t," she restarted, "m-make i-it."
"You can still walk, can't you?" Kevin questioned her sternly, forehead creased, the young woman nodded in front of him obediently and made her way to the bathroom for an old towel, her socks leaving wet footprints on the floor. Sylvia cleaned up the piss on the floor before stepping onto the towel. She looked up Kevin for permission, tears having started running down her face.
"You think one towel is enough?" he asked instead of granting what she so desperately wanted and she let out a small sob.
"No," she whispered, weakening, the piss now flowing down her legs in bigger amount. There was nothing she could do to stop it anymore and she was torn between the relief and the arousal of listening to Kevin.
"P-p-please," she cried quietly and Kevin let her suffer for a few second longer before he told her to let go. His hand picked up its rhythm as he watched Sylvia break down in from of him, piss spurting to the floor, where it drenched the towel in seconds and then splattered. The woman closed her eyes, moaning and then fell to her knees in her own fluids in exhaustion. Kevin stepped back as to not touch the puddle but was panting and thrusting into his hand. Within the minute, he was shooting his load onto the woman on the floor, who was recovering from her tiring accident.
Sylvia was too spent to realize how quickly Kevin had reached release compared to usually. She would never have reason to wonder what had turned the man on so much that he came home with a full out hard on from jerking himself in the car, what thought was on his mind when he came all over her in record time for just simple stroking.
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Bryan stayed on Kevin's mind persistently for the next few days as the man waited for a reply from Mr. Harris, hoping that he would get accepted as his son's tutor. The image of the male teen wetting himself was etched into his mind, even with Sylvia's own wetting and during their sex later that evening, which was quite surprising for him. It had him very curious. He had to get the job and find out what it was about Bryan that was so appealing to him. It was clear to him that the brunette wasn't of age but his arousal overpowered his common sense.
Mr. Harris had explained to him that Bryan had experienced trauma at the age of 13 and that he hadn't spoken, left the house or used the bathroom since. Why, had been left open for debate for the time being.
While watching TV in the evening with Sylvia curled up against him the next Thursday, he got the important call from the business manager, for whose son he labored forbidden urges.
He excused himself from Sylvia, saying it was a matter from work, which was no lie, but he usually shared any and all information with his girlfriend, so she watched him leave with a confused expression. She dismissed the worry though, knowing that the man would have a reasonable explanation and focused on the movie they had been watching again.
(sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language) |
Small update ^^ I haven't been big with ideas though :/
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"Hello Mr. Harris," he greeted the boy's father as he leaned back on the counter in the kitchen, the image of Bryan vivid in front of his eyes.
"Mr. Durant. Would you like to come over sometime this week to finish the paperwork?" At the question, Kevin nodded, remembering soon enough that the man could not see him.
"Sure. How about tomorrow?" he suggested, eager to start as soon as possible. He had been imagining and thinking about it so much, he needed to do something about it. He needed to see Bryan again.
The meeting was quickly organized to both of the men's delight and the next day, Kevin found himself in front of the Harris household 10 minutes early, not willing to be late. He waited in his car for a few minutes so it wasn't obvious how eager he was, but Mr. Harris noticed the car and recognized the driver. Before he went to the dining room table, where he had prepared everything that was needed, he went up to check on Bryan, who ewas lying on the bed, listening to music, eyes closed. He could be sleeping but there was no knowing. The teen didn't sleep much, which was understandable considering the nightmares he would get.
On his way back down stairs, the doorbell rang and Mr. Harris proceeded to open the door, letting Kevin in with a warm smile. To the young adult's dismay the hour passed without an encounter with Bryan. Even after lunch and a cup of coffee during which the two me, talked about Bryan, but only about his education, nothing that interested Kevin personally. What he wanted to know more about were the teen's habits, or better called, accidents. They couldn't actually be accidents when the boy did it on purpose...
Just as they were getting up, when it was time for Kevin to leave, he turned to Mr. Harris. "Uhm, where is Bryan now?" he asked, trying to acted casual and not interested for the wrong reasons. If this man found out about the thoughts he had about his son, he could imagine how forceful he could get.
"Oh, he's upstairs. He doesn't really leave the house," came the reply, apparently seeing nothing wrong with his question. "Come on, I'll
show you the house," Mr. Harris invited him, motioning for him to follow him before he glanced at his watch. "I have to leave in half ab hour though, so we'll make it quick."
"Oh, I don't want to be a bother," Kevin mentioned, forcing himself to seem hesitant to follow even though he was eager.
"Don't worry about it," he was told with a big smile from the man and was lead up the stairs. Kevin didn't really memorize anything about the house except for the way up to the teenager's room. The door was half opened but no sound came from inside. It was silent. Nonetheless he found his pulse rising as if he expected to walk in on another of the boy's wettings. What he saw when he peered through the doorway after the man of the house stepped through was just a teen playing on his gameboy, seated on his bed. Unlike the glare he awaited from the younger male, Bryan didn't even lift his gaze when the two men entered his room. His eyes were trained on the game going on in his slim hands.
"He can finish a game like this in a day," Mr. Harris explained, breaking the silence. "Doesn't leave the bed for anything sometimes. Literally," he sighed, indicating what Kevin was glad to hear. Despite hearing about the teen's wetting problem, it gave him joy every time he heard about him deliberately wetting himself. For such a trivial thing at that, just a silly little children's game.
What neither of the men saw was the state of the pillow Bryan had wedged between his legs under the blanket. Every time his bladder became a painfully pressing matter, he'd release a short stream until he was capable of holding the urine back again without strain, so he could focus on the game. It wasn't the first time he used this technique and this time he had leaked twice up till now, the second leak ending up longer than the first. He'd force himself to stop though, leaving the pillow half damp while his bladder throbbed for relief. His urges left no trace on his face though, so that the two present men were clueless.
At the ringing of the house phone, Bryan startled, eyes flickering up in time with the end murmuring conversation. A gush escaped him and he squeezed his muscles tightly, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. As his father left to get the phone, Kevin's gaze met the teen's and Bryan was tempted to stand up and just let all the piss out, running down his legs to soak up in the mattress underneath him. He'd seen the looks the older man had been giving him and he knew what they meant. Those looks were familiar to him and welcome.
He returned his gaze back to the small screen but decided to give Kevin just a little taste and fidgeted in place, reaching down beneath the blanket and letting go of his lip in time with a gasp as he brushed a hand over his groin. He tried to hold himself as little as possible - it was a bigger challenge - but this was all show anyway. Kevin's gaze was burning into him, he could feel it, especially as he bounced up and down lightly. Then, as if nothing happened, he just returned to his game. His abdomen was still swollen and straining but Kevin didn't know and his imagination was running wild.
The man didn't wait for Mr. Harris to return from his phone call, but waved goodbye in passing, a hand in front of him covering his straining pants discretely, and hurried to his car with his cheeks flushed. |
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Only a few minutes later, Mr. Harris left the house as well and upon hearing the car drive off, Bryan paused his game and hopped down from the bed. He didn't fight the small stream of urine that wound its way down his pant leg, he just made his way to the corner of his room, which was furthest from the door. The image of Mr. Durant's lust-filled gaze returned to him as he kneeled on the floor. His hands clenched into fists, resting on his thighs. He tried to imagine what the older male would do if he were here to witness him like this. There was a constant stream spreading through his the denim, reaching to the floor now but he didn't let go completely just yet.
Mr. Durant reminded him of Will in quite a few ways and this realization reopened a barely healed wound in the boy, his eyes pricking with tears. He felt guilty for feeling drawn to this man. Guilty for imagining him here with arousal coursing through his veins. Torn between the need to be so close to someone again and not wanting to replace Will, tears slipped down his cheeks slowly and he choked down a sob to take a shaky breath.
He pressed his palms against his eyes, stopping all other action as he just breathed deeply. It'd been three years. Of that he was very well aware. It was time to let go, wasn't it. With someone like Mr. Durant to guide him, it was safe to move on. So with the comfort given by the warmth of his wet attire, he locked away the thoughts of his former lover again, brushing the tears off with his sleeve. He let his thoughts focus alone on the lust he had seen in Mr. Durant's eyes. He knew how a bulge would start to show at the front of his pants, seeing him like this. And the teen would in turn let out soft groans of desperation and clench his legs. Most of the jeans he wore were black but he could dig out some lighter ones for Mr. Durant, so there was something to see. Skinny jeans at best because he had legs worth showing off. They were a bitch to get out of when wet but gave all the better display, especially if he allowed himself a few leaks to patch the front.
With the tutor around there was no doubt he would be drinking a lot during and before his visits and to make it worth all worth it for the male, he would squirm and hold himself and give off small moans of relief when letting the contents of his bladder spill into his jeans; all the little indications to what would so clearly be in front of the poor man, who was only trying to do his job.
If the male were here right now, he would slip a hand between his legs like this, cupping his groin through the denim. He'd palm his slowly hardening member through his jeans as the strain of his bladder drew whines from him.
Bryan's breathing hitched at the welcome friction, this being one thing among others, that he'd neglected for quite a while.
He would draw himself to the very limit of desperation for Mr. Durant, he wouldn't be leaking on purpose to ease the pressure, nor would he give up early. If any of the golden liquid escaped him, if would be by the dwindling strength of his sphincter muscles. He would probably leak a few times and regain control, the battles getting harder as the wet spot on him would grow. And greedy eyes with pupils blown wide belonging to a tall and no doubt muscular man would watch every moment of the happenings, catching every inch of of the spreading wetness with his hungry gaze.
He would make the man rub himself like Bryan was doing now, forcing the piss to slowly dribble out as he panted. He would make him expose his lust and junk, make him stroke himself openly. Piss dripped from between his fingers, the boy having lifted himself to his knees, bracing one hand in front of him. As release came closer and closer, the hard on straining painfully in his pants, he couldn't make himself pee anymore, as much as he wanted to, but that didn't matter much because the teen was bucking into his hand with his eyes closed, creating so much hot friction. He let out a hearty moan as the spasms washed over him, coating the inside of his soaked briefs with something other than piss. Breathing heavily, Bryan hung his head as he slowly recovered from his orgasm. Warmth engulfed him from the outside as well as his spent member gave loose the flood he'd been holding back, the teen only becoming aware of the loud hiss a few seconds later at which point he sat back, enjoying the cozy puddle that was forming around him. He'd left his hand in its position, focusing on the sensation of the liquid streaming through his fingers hotly and rushing downward. His other hand still braced him in his state of complete relaxation, soon engulfed into the warmth as well.
It took what seemed like an eternity for his stream to just slow to a dribble, at which point, Bryan was so spent, he had trouble stripping of his clothes before crawling under the covers. His member continued to let out what was left in his bladder into the sheets as the boy fell into a long desired dreamless sleep.
Mr. Harris was enraged about the mess he found when he returned home, having departed only 40 minutes earlier. There was a personal maid, who came to the house Sunday through Friday morning, and helped the busy manager take care of his son. She had been with them since the boy's current behavior had started up and Bryan had grown used to the caring and rather silent older woman. It just so happened to be a Friday afternoon so that the business manager was the one who would be cleaning up the mess.
He was surprised for a different reason when he walked into the teenager's room, for the young male didn't wake up but rather seemed to be sleeping peacefully. This did not happen very often, especially not without the prescribed sleeping pills he would occasionally give his son. He hadn't given him one today though and he knew he hadn't taken one for himself, so Mr. Harris was quite perplexed. Whatever it was helping his son sleep though, he was glad it did and it triggered a spark of hope that just maybe, this would be the beginning of recovery. So the man cleaned up the mess on the floor as quietly as possible, succeeding with not waking the sleeping figure, and decided he would come back later to give the boy a bath because he the teen absolutely refused to enter the bathroom by himself. Changing the bed sheets was a task he had yet to find out about. |
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For the first time in a whole while, Bryan was called to get up in the morning. He had heard his father leave early in the hours but had stayed in bed, massaging his straining stomach. Mr. Durant was bound to come within the hour now, just on time to start the day off with some fun. Moving to the edge of the bed and letting his feet down to the floor, he would've done his body a big favor by just letting go right then. But that was not what the boy was aiming for.
He squeezed into an old pair of light blue jeans, where the hem pressed violently against his abdomen when he buttoned them up, making it a challenge to not leak into the fresh denim. Another treat for the tutor would be that there was no underwear to soak up any stray piss, it was all going to go straight to his jeans. Along with that, he put on a dark blue V-neck with came short to expose a sliver of his skin.
Using the mirror in his room, Bryan made his appearance was satisfactory, avoiding the bathroom also as he brushed his teeth in the kitchen, legs crossed and squirming in place slightly. Once again, there wasn't much of the food that found its way into his mouth but the teen poured himself a glass of water that he forced down to his body's dismay. He clamped a hand down on his member as he got a refill. There was going to be no action before Mr. Durant arrived, he had to make sure of that. His hand remained there as he sipped the water, unable to sit still for even a moment, bouncing in place.
Not a word came from Mrs. Jenkins, the maid, when she passed through the room. She barely gave him a glance. From the obvious state Bryan was in, the diaper he was supposed to be wearing from during the night had yet to be used. Bryan didn't like the diapers though and he had took them off while under the covers, stuffing them in the corner behind his pillow. Diapers were no fun but despite his persistency to not use them, his father and the maid would keep putting them on him.
He was still slurping down his second glass when the doorbell rang, which could only mean one thing. Mrs. Jenkins opened the door and Bryan turned to meet the man's gaze, which immediately searched the boy. He saw his eyes fall down to his lap where his hand was buried as he did the pee dance on the chair and from all the way down the hall and through the doorway into the kitchen, he could sense the arousal growing as he threw back the glass to down what was left inside.
It was good that they would be getting to work soon though because he'd slept through the night with this pressing matter and it was a losing battle. His bladder ached and the piss was pushing at his sphincter muscles, ready to slip out at the smallest chance. As he got up while Mr. Durant was lead inside, he had to clench his thighs together tightly along with squeezing his hand tighter to stay in control.
"You'll have the dining room to work in. I will finish some chores and then I'll leave but be nearby so if there's anything you need, my phone number is on the fridge," he heard Mrs. Jenkins explain to the tutor as she lead him to the dining room, where Bryan was headed as well after having cleared the kitchen table one-handed.
His walk was stiff and concentrated and Bryan pretended not to acknowledge the older male, instead just sat down in his usual spot to resume his bouncing and squirming. He readjusted his member, which was now semi hard from the grip when the maid left and Mr. Durant took a seat on the chair next to him. The heavy breathing coming from the man was more than noticeable and Bryan let out a whining sound, which struck Kevin right between his legs.
The man had been thinking about Bryan since he had gotten up this morning and having come to the house to this scene, he already had a hard on tenting his pants. His attention was focused on the teen and he couldn't find the blood in his brain to think clearly. Did he offer to help the boy to the bathroom? Did Bryan need permission? He hadn't been told yet what was going on with the teen so he was at loss what to do.
"Uh," Kevin cleared his throat, fiddling with the latches of his bag. "Do you need the bathroom, Bryan?" he asked, feeling absolutely foolish. The shake of the head he got from the younger male only increased the feeling and he rubbed the back of his neck, uncertain. "Then, ehm, let's start the lesson," he muttered, turning his gaze to his bag as he fumbled to get it open, dropping a few papers in the process due to his shaking hands. "Fuck."
Before he could do more than worry about having to reach them because Bryan could see his totally inappropriate boner, the teen was already bending down to retrieve them. He let go of his dick for this and the movement made his jeans cut into his abdomen, at which he whined again, a spurt shooting out into his lap before he could latch onto his member again. Bryan let out a few small moans as he fought for control after the damage the size of a quarter, sliding back and forth across the seat.
Kevin's gaze was pulled to the teenager's crotch rather than the papers he was holding out to him and caught himself only after a moment, at which Bryan reveled. Swallowing thickly, he forced his attention on the task at hand, whereas what he heard, the quick breathing and squirming, made it quite impossible. His own member was begging for attention, too, but he needed to keep his hands away from that certain area. Bryan had a problem with wetting and here he was turning it into a sexual fantasy of his.
He didn't even comprehend what he was actually saying because the wet spot was growing under Bryan's hand, and that was all that Kevin had in mind at that moment. His hand was quivering to reach to his groin just like the teen's knees were shaking in strain. He clenched it into a fist on the table, the other one gripping the handle of his bag so tightly, his knuckles were white, but he was just watching Bryan, with no thought of the lesson whatsoever. Instead, his mouth was open just an inch, staring shamelessly as the boy regained control once again, letting out chains of moans and whines now, kneading his dick through the wet denim, which had turned a beautiful dark blue up across the crotch, reaching down to Bryan's ass and thighs.
Bryan had actually wanted to hold off for a bit longer but his bladder had its own mind at the moment. It wasn't even his decision anymore. Of course, he had been doing this long enough to decide how much he wanted to wriggle around and how vocal he wanted to be but the release of urine was all of its own account and at the moment he was doing all he could, to bear the throbbing pain of his bladder and hold back the waterfall before he exploded.
He held it off for a few more seconds, saw out of the corner of his eyes as Mr. Durant's hand twitched toward the man's lap before he gripped the table, clenching his jaw. Bryan loved the hypnotized look the older male had on his face, the way he had completely stopped talking or moving with his eyes focused just on one spot.
All it took was one gasp, one moment where he gave into the pain for his dams to break and for the piss to start rushing out. As it poured out, soaking his shirt before filling his lap, Bryan leaned back, letting his hands fall to the side. The liquid quickly spilled over the edge of the chair, dripping loudly onto the floor along with the heavy hiss coming from his cock. The teen closed his eyes to let out a loud moan of relief and sighing contently. No matter the amount of times he did this, the wettings always gave him such a settling feeling.
In the background, he heard the hitching in Mr. Durant's along with a small grunt and he opened his eyes to find the man palming his cock through his pants. At least he was decent enough to not pull it out immediately. Bryan let a lazy smile hang crooked on his face and watched Mr. Durant's face blast into color. Planting his hands on the chair, he leaned forward, now wetting onto the chair forcefully on his own account. Watching the teen like that hands in his own puddle, piss streaming down the chair from all sides and the light blue jeans completely turning dark, Kevin was unaware of anything around him or even his own body.
The knowing look Bryan had gotten on his face, the same one, that sat there right now, as he let the last contents out, had him even further embarrassed. This had all been planned, he realized. Bryan enjoyed giving this show as much as he had enjoyed watching it, only that the teen wasn't jerking off like he was desperate to do but simply regained a normal sitting position and facial expression, now gazing at him expectantly for his lesson. He was flustered beyond comprehension at the moment and stumbled to his feet, too aware of the giant puddle on the floor. "I'll be right back," he blurted out and left the living room, trying for the sake of himself to remember where Mr. Harris had said the bathroom was. It was only after opening a few doors that he found the sanctuary, where he hurried to take care of his problem.
When he'd finished, he stepped up to the sink, turning the cold water tap and splashing some of that on his face to cool his blazing skin.
Bryan couldn't help but smile to himself. He was the sole reason for Mr. Durant reacting like that and it gave him a sense of achievement, which he hadn't felt in a long time. It felt good. Grabbing his water bottle, he downed it before he got up to clean up, not changing his wet clothes, just placing a towel on the chair beneath him.
Kevin returned to the table, smiling sheepishly, quite embarrassed and keeping his gaze down. Or rather, trying to, because it was being drawn to the wet jeans like a magnet. Bryan sat there as if nothing had happened though, as silent as always.
Clearing his throat, the man sorted through his materials again and finally got to starting his lesson. It was rather one sided, because he was the only one talking. He was never sure if Bryan exactly understood what he was explaining and asked of him. When he gave the boy a notebook and pen to work with, he took it and wrote down some notes.
After an hour, Kevin ordered a 15 minute break because he saw the liveliness in Bryan's eyes fade. Bryan made his way to the kitchen with a greedy gaze following him. Kevin would've gone with him, but it was for the best that he took a moment for a breather once more. He had no idea what was going on. Technically, he was the teacher and in charge, but next to Bryan, he felt like the student, learning about sides of himself he didn't knew they existed.
Had his attraction to other males always existed? Though the man couldn't recall any such experience before meeting Bryan. Sure, there was the teasing and curiosity phase in his teenage years but nothing had really happened back then. That he enjoyed a group piss, he had always blamed on his fetish - nothing more to it.
Now, he realized he had dealt ignorantly with the topic and had easily found what he was looking for in girls, where it might've been possible to find it in a guy as well. He swallowed thickly, frightened a bit by this resolution. Bryan on the other hand seemed completely comfortable with it. This did cause jealousy in Kevin, and uneasiness. He liked to be the dominating side in every kind of relationship but Bryan apparently already took that role.
The teen was currently in the kitchen, boiling water to make himself some tea. He was going to have a lot of fun with Mr. Durant today, oh yes. Sure, he would be seeing the man often enough from now on but he shared this specific interest and that chance, he just couldn't let pass by. Tea passed through quite quickly so if he drank amounts of that, it would offer him many possibilities. |
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Bryan came back with two mugs, setting one down in front of himself and the other in front of his tutor. Mr. Durant wasn't one who drank tea often so he kindly declined and hoped this wouldn't offend the boy. In response, Bryan took set the second mug next to his and disappeared into the kitchen again.
Kevin waited patiently for the boy despite the break being over. They weren't in a school after all, with strict rules and times. He used the spare time to answer a few mails on his phone and browse through his Facebook account, whereas nothing special was going on. He just needed something to distract him. It wasn't exactly helping. The feeling of submission and the imagery of a wet Bryan stayed in his head.
He was surprised when he was then brought coffee and thanked the teen once again. Overlooking the fact that he didn't speak or use the bathroom, Bryan appeared to be a well-raised and polite boy, unlike most of the youth nowadays. And when he asked where he could get some sugar, instead of pointing him in the right direction, he got up and got it for the tutor along with a small spoon.
Up till now, Kevin found nothing worth complaining about. There was the small issue about him being under age but he didn't have anything intimate planned with the boy so all was good.
Since Bryan didn't talk, there was a lot of silence, which wasn't at all filled by the scratching sound of a ballpoint pen on paper. Next to that was the man's on going monologue and Kevin had never had the experience before but it was possible to get bored of your own voice. It was starting to get very irriating to hear himself talking.
He didn't stay longer than four hours though and the end of class soon came. Bryan was grateful to be able to stop writing but his bladder didn't feel quite as full as he hoped it would be by then. He went to bring the empty mugs back to the kitchen while Kevin packed his bag.
Bryan returned to the table and gave a nod in return to the concluding one sided conversation from the other male. He avoided any eye contact at this point, which represented his disappointment that Kevin was already leaving, who didn't catch on though - they didn't know each other well enough for that.
The lost, insecure feeling persisted as Bryan escorted the tutor to the door, giving him nothing for a farewell, just closing the door behind him promptly. Kevin let out a relieved sigh as he walked out into the fresh air. This student would definitely represent a challenge for the young man.
But also a delight, and those two factors were surely a good combination, along with the new territory of a rather dominant younger male. This was definitely going to be interesting.
Arriving at his apartment, Bryan lingered in his thoughts for the rest of the day throughout various activities. Those didn't find a way out through his mouth though. Kevin didn't tell Sylvia much about his new student. It wasn't something he wanted to share with the young woman. It had nothing to do with her after all. What did one of his students have to do with her?
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Bryan was glad to be left alone again, feeling calmer. Setting a movie up, with a tall mug of warm tea in his hands while sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, he let himself fall back into his usual daze. It was easy to focus on the movie at the beginning but the teen had seen it already and soon his thoughts returned to his show for his tutor earlier that day.
This was the first time he had gone so far in his desperation for someone else in years. He had found his way into omorashi with his first boyfriend, Will. It had all been accident really. Neither of them had been aware of the issue before but they had had quite some fun with it and the comfort and pleasure Bryan had felt back then was pretty much the reason he would hold it and wet deliberately these days. It helped distract him from the dark memories that came to haunt him. He'd trained himself to lose control of this bodily function when he wasn't concentrated on holding it. That way, when he was having nightmares or dark thoughts, a spontaneous wetting helped chase the constricting feelings away before he ended up having a panic attack.
Of course, considering he didn't talk, this matter wasn't clear to anyone. The therapists just figured his mind had slipped into a childlike state, blocking out all overwhelming memories in need of the memories of a comforting time period. It just so happened that this entailed wetting, which would be no big puzzle since Bryan had been a bed wetter till 3rd grade.
Seeing Kevin so riled up about it, was familiar and relaxing. It made the 16 year old just want to curl up in his lap to hide from the world. And if he proceeded to wet himself in the process, it seemed the man wouldn't mind at all. If that was not a chance he should grasp while he had the chance, he didn't know what was.
The earlier tea was gathering quickly in his bladder but Bryan let some seep into his sweatpants which he had traded with the wet pants. The soft grey material was much more comfortable than the jeans and he had no one watched him now anyway. The warmth that blossomed around his crotch slowly had him shifting position to cuddle deeper into the couch. Every couple of minutes he let more of the piss soak him in small gushes. His knees were pulled up so that liquid that puddled beneath him wet his feet as well.
It was just a matter of time before either the maid or his father came, saw his state and forced him into a bath and a diaper. The blanket served as a mean to hide from their prying eyes but it soon started showed signs of the ongoing incident.
He didn't even manage to empty his bladder before he was being sent to the basin in the basement, that had been built just for him. Bryan refused to enter a bathroom using all his strnegth and nails so the basin with a faucet served as a makeshift tub. Sat inside, he was given the time he needed to clean himself up. He scrubbed himself down and lathered his hair, rinsing himself off afterward before he sat there enjoying the simple act of sitting in the still luke warm water. It slowly grew colder and without a second thought the teen used this chance to let the rest of the urine flow, the water instantly warming around him. A content sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed his belly until his bladder was completely void of liquid. Letting go whenever he wanted gave him a free and relaxed feeling. He didn't even mind having a diaper slipped on to him after toweling dry.
The diaper was changed by evening but the boy once again took the fresh one off during the night. He already had problems sleeping without it, he didn't need the material distracting him and destroying all chances of sleep.
The next morning, he woke in wet sheets and downed almost three bottles of water to make up for it for Mr. Durant. The man had come bringing excitement with him and was disappointed when nothing special happened during the first hour or so before he mentally scolded himself for being so selfish. He couldn't expect Bryan to wet himself for him every day just so he could get off on it. It wasn't right anyway. He was supposed to be encouraging him to go to the bathroom, not the opposite.
So, when the dark haired teen, who was constantly sipping a drink, started squirming in his seat slightly, he called upon a break. He set the stuff down and observed the younger male. Bryan did nothing but lower his pencil, gazing back Kevin, who then cleared his throat uncomfortably. He shifted in his seat for a different reason than the other and averted his gaze for a moment, tapping on the table.
"Listen, Bryan. I would like you to do something for me," he started saying, although he really actually wanted him to do the opposite. "I'd like you to use the bathroom. Do you think you could do that for me?" He'd heard about the issue Bryan had with bathrooms but there was no harm done in trying his luck, was there?
He got a frown in return from the now still sitting boy, who shook his head, flashing him a cold look. Although Bryan wanted to please the tutor, he wanted to make it clear that this was not something he could do.
Kevin hadn't really expected anything else so the response wasn't that much of a disappointment. Before he could voice his next suggestion though, Bryan stood up from table and held out a hand toward him. That had a dumbstruck expression in reaction as the man carefully reached for the smaller hand. The hand seemed so frail in his grip, he feared he could hurt the smaller male if he didn't keep his grip as loose as possible while he followed him to whever he was leading him. His gaze was immediately drawn to Bryan's second hand though, which made it's way tk his crotch to give himself a quick squeeze. Kevin could already see the streams of piss running down his legs and hear the soft sighs and moans that he could be making. He eyed the boy hungrily, his breathing already deepening in arousal.
That they ended up in Bryan's room, he only realized when his hand was let go of and he was left standing in the middle of the room. Normally, he would take the time to soak on his surroundings because they said a lot about a person but his focus was on the other human in the room alone. Silent, unlike the rest of the time he spent with his student, the tutor watched as Bryan made his way over to an old, office chair.
Climbing onto and pulling his feet up so he was crouching, Bryan then reconnected his gaze with that of the other male. He rested his hands on his knees and relaxed his muscles. He'd made sure he was facing Mr. Durant and had his legs spread wide enough to give him the best view of the piss that bubbled from his crotch and streamed down onto the chair with an audible hiss in the quiet room. A loud sigh emerged from his mouth as the yellow liquid heated the air around both of them, making a flush shoot into the adult's face like a fire and enforcing a twitch from his groin.
The flood was cut off before it could end though because Bryan was saving up for round two today. He reached to his critch and squeezed to wring out excess piss that dripped from his fingers before he got back on the floor. Shooting Kevin a smile, he strode out of the room - not without passing close by the other male though so that the wetness brushed the back of the man's hand for a mere second.
A sharp intake of breath sounded behind him and Bryan smirked as he walked back to the dining room table. He'd wait for his tutor there, would give him the time to sort himself out. |
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Kevin watched Bryan - or better said, his gaze hung on the denim darkened by the piss, wishing he could run his hands along the damp trails - walk away without the power to follow him just yet. He needed a moment to get a grasp on what had just happened and to recollect himself. As Bryan disappeared from view, he turned to the chair again, which held a fair amount of the golden liquid trapped in the cloth and sported a small puddle at its feet from what dripped down over the edge.
The scene should not be appealing. He had accepted his fetish a long time ago, had embraced it with open arms actually when he realized how much bigger the pleasure got for him. When he'd found girlfriends who were into it as well, it was the icing on the cake.
But this was not okay. It was a decision that didn't come easily to the man when he decided to turn away and follow his student back to the table with the school work. The image was replaying in his head, fueling a semi hard on but if Bryan was going to keep wetting himself for the tutor like this then he needed to get used to it and not run to the bathroom every time it happened and jack off. He wasn't a teenager without any control anymore after all. He wasn't supposed to be horny during his job every day.
He would've taken the responsibility and would've cleaned the mess if he could've promised himself he wouldn't get distracted and end up with his dick in his hand in the middle of Bryan's room. The boy was messing with his mind so bad.
Clenching his hand into a fist, Kevin closed his eyes for a moment and willed the scene into a corner of his mind to lock it up and bring it out this evening when he could finally reward himself. He wasn't sure if he saw a flicker of surprise on the young one's face, that he had reappeared so quickly after him. If he had seen it, it was fleeting and quickly hidden under that soft smirk that played on his lips. Kevin cleared his voice as he got back into his seat, eyes raking along what he could see of Bryan's lower half searching for all the wet patches - despite his attempt to give the incident no attention.
"We're going to have to work on that, you know," he mentioned to the boy, trying to come across as calm but there was a raw edge to his voice. Bryan sat but a foot or two away from him, wet and knowing while Kevin had to get a grip and get back to teaching. He wanted to pull the teen closer and run his hands up and down those legs, feel the cooling liquid stuck in the denim. If this was Sylvia in front of him, he'd no doubt have had her right on the chair seconds after the wetting. He found his girlfriend completely slipping his mind in all matters though.
Bryan shook his head in silent reply, the smirk never leaving the face. He liked things exactly the way they were right now so why should he ever even think about using a bathroom again? Gazing back at the tutor, who had a slightly troubled look, he pulled up a knee in his seat to flaunt the piss soaked material at the man next to him. Rubbing a finger across a dark patch of the denim, Bryan continued to watch him expectantly.
Kevin couldn't help loving the sight of the boy in his wet clothes. It successfully distracted him from any and all business matters though, which was not good at all. Licking over his bottom lip, he looked down at the table. He shook his head, stubbornly keeping his gaze on the wooden surface.
"I want to be completely honest with you. We're not only going to be working on your education here, but gradually we'll be working on your behavior as well," Kevin told his student. "We all - but especially your father - want only the best for you and that includes integrating you back into society," he slowed down, hesitating and looking up to check the teen's reaction to this. Bryan's smirk had fallen away and he was no longer giving the tutor that heated look. There was no too negative response yet though, this was all still acceotable. And either way, Bryan had to able to handle situations that made him uncomfortable and unhappy. He'd come across many of those in the future, tougher than this. He had to be prepared.
Just as Kevin opened his mouth again to continue, the home phone rang and before the man could even ponder if he should answer the call or not, the boy had jumped up to get it, obviously very thankful for the distraction. It wasn't long that he was gone, walking up to h with the noisy device and pushing it into his hands. Kevin stared at it like he'd forgotten what the contraption was for like some old grandpa with Alzheimer before finally taking the call. Of course, Bryan wouldn't take answer the phone - he didn't talk. It was with that thought that the man remembered he was supposed to be talking.
"Yeah, hello? This is the Harris hou-" Kevin was interrupted before he could finish the sentence and he quickly recognized Mr. Harris' voice on the line. Gravely, he was told about the car accident the maid had been involved in on her way back from the grocery store. She was now in the hospital but they had no further details for the time being. After a slight hesitation and explaining how he had a lot of work to finish, the man asked Kevin if it was in any way possible for him to stay and care for Bryan till he came home tonight. It would be included in his pay, of course, if he chose to agree. If it wasn't possible, John could arrange to get home and work from there until he found a suitable new maid for the time being to be able to watch his son.
Kevin immediately agreed to help without much thought and tried to wave off the gratefulness coming through the phone. When he hung up, he glanced at Bryan, who had seated himself again, a worried look on his face. Kevin's first decision was to cancel the rest of class today because even though Bryan was not ultimately close to the maid, this was a big break of routine and that was morr than enough to break the boy's concentration for the day.
"Do you want to go visit her?" Kevin asked softly, keeping a watch for the smallest reactions from him. He knew that he refused to go outside but he wanted to put up the offer just in case. It wasn't a normal occasion after all. Bryan shook his head though, silent as always, with his gaze on the table in front of him.
"Okay... well, there won't be anymore teaching today, so you can pack up your books and we'll find something else to do," he told the teen, who obediently sortrd his things and put them away before returning to the table - although not before grabbing sodas for them. Then, a silence ensued as Kevin feverishly tried to think of something to do. Bryan had drunken slightly more than half of his soda - though that really wasn't a time measurement, the boy would down a bottle in under a minute - when the older male came up with a classic.
"Say, Bryan. Do you play chess?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Bryan definitely seemed smart enough to be a worthy opponent. Kevin would let him win either way but he would encourage some hard thinking woukd every move. He knew the game inside out and chess was a good game to train the brain anyway.
It was while the board was still more than half full and Bryan moved his tower that the boy was starting to show real first signs of a full bladder. It didn't stop him from greedily cracking open the third bottle while Kevin was still on his first. Kevin's attention involuntarily shifted from the checkered board to a foot behind it where the teen was rocking slightly in his seat. He knew it was just a matter of time and he'd be witnessing another wetting - sooner rather than later telling from the signs Bryan was giving and instantly his interest was peaked because he had tried to ognore it earlier. He'd hoped to deal with it when he got home but now he'd have to either hold himself back longer - or he could enjoy himself this time. There would be no one coming to check up on them, no one home to notice him letting Bryan wet himself and then spending a few minutes in the bathroom.
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Thank you to everyone who's sticking with this story and reading it and special thanks to all comments! You're the only reason this is continuing at all!
Hope you enjoy~
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It was the way Bryan rocked on his chair, thighs pressed together and ankles crossed under the table. It was the way, his hips would squirm every once a while and the way he would bite his lip. That was what fascinated Kevin, who was blind to the chess figures on the board and moved a random white mini statue when his turn came up. Within a few minutes of the tutor's concentration slipping, it was clear that the younger male was winning and that the match would finish soon. Kevin would be upset if it weren't for the fact that he was recieving a show that was getting better with every second. Although he couldn't wait for the grand finale, the desperation before was just as much of a joy and he couldn't even bring himself to be discreet about it. Bryan knew about his interest in it anyway.
Finishing another thought through move, Bryan gave out an ever so soft whine - his gaze flickering up to Kevin's face to make sure the man was watching - and started fanning his knees as gave his crotch a squeeze, keeping his hand there with a light grip on his member. His situation wasn't that dire yet that he had to hold himself but this way there would be more show for the older male. That was what he was out for - mostly. It was working. Kevin's eyes didn't leave Bryan's crotch as the boy shifted back and forth in his seat. He thought this was it and blindly moved the nearest chess piece forward. The teen couldn't help a grin as he watched the tutor move the horse one tile forward. He didn't point the mistake out to the older male though, instead giving his member and obvious last squeeze before removing his hand to cross his legs. That's how he continued the game, squirming only a couple times and otherwise not moving. Kevin waited hungrily, getting a bit frustrated because Bryan showed no signs of losing control yet.
The game ended a couple of minutes afterward and Bryan smiled victoriously while getting up. The shift in gravity had him pause to squeeze his thighs together, hands on the table, bracing himself. In a moment, he straightened though and walked off, barely showing any sign of the bladder that pressured his abdomen. He was good at this game and he was going to have as much fun as possible today. He wanted to get really desperate and he wanted to get his tutor really worked up. Kevin was already eager, horny so he was on the right path.
Bryan returned to the dining room, where the chess game had been neatly reorganized and an impatient man sat at the table with a small frown. As he spied the bottle, Bryan saw him perk drastically. Sitting down again, right leg going back over the left, he opened the water and drank as he hadn't at all for the past few hours, half of the liquid gone in under a minute. Kevin's eyes were wide, probably just as much as Bryan felt bloated, both his stomach and bladder. He'd had to lean forward as he drank, bladder pulsing in protest. The water sloshed inside him as he moved to set the open bottle down. It was just a matter of time now, he could feel the fluids working their way through him and filling his bladder further as he leaned back in the chair.
Pretty soon he was bouncing his legs with need, letting out a grunt as his bladder spasmed and he straightened in his seat. His hands came to rest on his thigh, shifting his hips rather than moving his legs and leaning forward in intervalls. It was getting desperate now and Kevin could sense it, saw it in the boy's eyes, a firy spark. The urine was pushing downward, wanted out but Bryan willed his bladder to hold it back, letting his body jitter as to help it. The next spasm was already quite strong and he bent forward fully, stilling for a moment. The danger passed for now though and he brought himself back into a rather normal position. He even uncrossed his legs but that only so he had enough space to grip his crotch. Giving himself a few squeezes as he knocked his knees together once or twice, he survives another smaller jolt from his bladder.
Kevin didn't even have the slightest thought of trying to get the 16-year old to go to the bathroom. All he could think about was how he wanted to get closer and feel him squirming against him. He wanted to hear more desperate sounds, more than just the soft huffs Bryan let out and he wanted to encourage him, talk to him and have him speak as well, reply to him and report his desperation. His blood was rushing, mostly downward, making his jeans way too tight.
Bryan hadn't spoken about since Will passed, a few weeks after to be exact, when he had broken down, devastated to have lost someone important to him. His life was already short of one important person, a second parental figure and he was a sensitive boy. He needed company and comfort but feared to accept it too easily and embrace it only to have it ripped from him again. The boy found he wanted to express his need because damn, did he have to piss, but the words remained locked away, replaced only by a whine that accompanied an arching of his back. The spasm that rocked through his bladder and shook the forces that held the flood back, were coming more and more often now and Bryan did not remove his hand from the front of his pants.
"Should we go watch some tv?" Kevin suggested, his tone innocent although there was a slight rough edge to it. He did not intend on watching the tv, no, but it gave the boy something to do while he watched the inevitable develope. He got a shrug of shoulders in reply but the only movement Bryan made for now was shifting his hips in his seat urgently. So Kevin stood first and took two steps toward the living room before turning to indicate he was waiting for the other male. Bryan braced himself, keeping his grip tight as he prepared to stand because the urine trapped inside him was already travelling downward, inching its way outward, at least the first few drops. Either way, the shift in posture and gravity caused the first liquids to escape, rewetting his briefs and he took a moment to bounce in place, huffing, even though it was already game over. He didn't even expect to make it to the living room.
Nonetheless, he fought for the control and stepped forward to walk alongside Kevin. They progressed painfully slow up until the point, with just a third of the hallway behind them, that the next spurt caused Bryan to stop, the piss running through his hands, making the jeans glisten and darken again up to his knees before he stopped it, thighs trembling in the effort. Kevin had him focused in the corner of his eyes anyway but the moan that rang out had him stopping to witness every detail of the wonder in front of him. He couldn't express how much he was enjoying this, unable to build a coherent thought except about how beautiful Bryan looked as he squirmed, his legs jiggling in their wet glory. The desperate whimpers he let out as he took another step, determined, as if he was fighting not to completely soak himself, were music in Kevin's ears. After the eager look Bryan sent him, it took all the control he had in him to not reach out and pull the boy against him, wanting to feel it all the wetness, the struggle, all of it. His hard on was not to be ignored at this point and he readjusted his member in the least irritating position in his pants before catching up to the teen who had struggled forward another few steps.
Both of Bryan's hands were lodged firmly in his crotch and he grunted in pain at the fullness but he continued moving even as a dribbled started that he couldn't stop no matter the grip or his squeezed muscles and thighs. Kevin watched the pee trails slowly leak down Bryan's legs, slowly gaining speed along the way, with the boy hurrying up as he moaned softly.
By the time they reached the living room, the jeans were soaked and he was leaving a trail of piss on the floor. Kevin could hear the hiss in his jeans as Bryan stopped in his tracks and just accepted that he was forcefully wetting himself right there. Drinking in the sight greedily, Kevin just stood and watched for the full minute that Bryan needed, while the blood rushed in his ears, with a hand on his crotch as well but for other reasons.
It was only after he finished, that Bryan straightened his posture, wiping his hands off his shirt. He looked down at himself and the giant mess he made, giving a soft, content sigh before looking up at Kevin but only meeting the man's eyes for a second before the older male was hurrying away to take care of his own problem, which took an almost embarrassingly short time if only it wouldn't have felt so good. |
Franziska Von Karma strode confidently into the courtroom, whip held firmly in hand. She was new to the Alternian law, but she had picked up the new laws fairly quickly with her new mentor: Neophyte Redglare. The laws were easy to remember: Be as fearsome and as ruthless as you can. Redglare followed her into the legislacerator’s booth.
“You ready for this?”
“I have no doubt that I can do this.” Franziska began to play with the handle of her whip.
“If I wasn’t mistaken I’d say you’re nervous, Von Karma.”
“What? No, that’s preposterous! I am certainly not nervous. If anything, I’m confident.”
Redglare laughed and rested her cane against the front of the booth.
“Whatever you say. Now, have you used the toilet? These things drag out for a loooooooong time. Hope your bladder is empty.” Redglare purred a little.
Franziska looked across to the opposite booth and gulped a little. She had slept in for an extra two minutes that morning, and she had to leave for court without having the opportunity for a bathroom break.
“My bladder is perfectly fine, I assure you.” As she spoke she could feel a pressure begin to build a little.
A few hours later Franziska was trying to keep herself together but could feel herself losing by the minute. She turned to see Redglare with her trademark grin of a predator ripping into her prey.
“Is there something wrong, Von Karma?” She asked with a smirk.
“Not at all.”
Franziska felt another pang from her bladder and she couldn’t help but grimace. She needed to convince the judge for a 10 minute recess, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“Miss Von Karma, I understand that humans are accustomed to have a recess every few hours, but I reassure you, having a recess will certainly not hurt nor help your case.”
She growled again and Redglare leaned into whisper in her ear.
“I can smell your embarrassment. You’re just trying to hold on a little bit. Go on. Piss yourself for me. I’ll do the work for you.” Redglare purred, setting a hand on her rear and sliding her hand under Franziska’s skirt and between her legs. She whimpered and Redglare cackled.
“Never!”
“There’s a wall behind you, and no one can what will be going on. Go on.” Franziska turned and Redglare was right.
“No. I refuse to stoop so low!”
Redglare’s finger rubbed up against her and she whimpered more.Right when she thought she couldn’t hold it anymore, the judge finally allowed a ten minute recess due to some missing evidence. Franziska nearly cried in relief. She slowly made her way to the restroom, Redglare following behind her. She rushed into the bathroom, but she wasn’t nearly fast enough. The extra movement of reaching for the stall door unleashed the torrent of her piss as her bladder muscles finally grew tired and let go. She could only tilt her head back and moan in relief as she peed, a puddle forming quite quickly between her legs. She knew she was making a mess, but she didn’t care. She just let it go, lifting her skirt out of the way. After a minute she felt something brush up against her crotch and something rub against her soaked panties.
“I never thought you actually had to go.” Redglare’s voice sounded lower, more towards her legs. Then, with a shiver, Franziska realized that it was Redglare’s tongue pressing against her panties.
“I didn’t want to be seen as weak.”
“Even you, Miss von Karma, are not perfect. You have not realized this yet. Wetting yourself in front of your mentor. How humiliating.” Redglare purred, pushing her face more under her skirt and beginning to suck her panties, trying to get the rest of the piss into her mouth. Franziska couldn’t help but moan again, and moved her hands down onto Redglare’s hair as she began to lick her through her panties more, still wetting. Redglare cackled more and drank down the rest of the golden liquid spraying through the completely soaked panties, swirling her prehensile grey tongue around more. Franziska gripped her mentor’s hair harder as she finally stopped wetting.
“How does it feel to finally be empty?” Redglare purred, still gently lapping at Franziska’s crotch.
“Mmmm.”
Normally when it came to intimacy, there was none with Franziska. She simply wasn’t interested; relationships only got in the way of her work. But now with Redglare between her legs, she was ready to reverse the vow she took regarding to not be distracted. When Redglare pushed a finger into her her head fell back against the stall door, her moan reverberating around the enclosed space. Redglare purred again and the human attorney finally came, gripping Redglare’s head tighter.
Redglare cackled and got up, grinning and wiping stray urine from her chin.
“You’re awfully warm for such a cold human.”
Franziska took her panties out before wringing them out in the puddle she had formed.
“And what’s that supposed to mean? I’m not cold.”
“You’re not friendly, even to your mentor who just pleasured you and let you piss all over her face.”
Franziska flushed a little before stepping out of her shoes and dumping them out.
“I don’t need to thank you.”
Redglare cackled again.
“And who convinced the judge to take a break?”
Franziska growled. Redglare walked around to face Franziska before leaning in and giving her face a sniff.
“You’re embarrassed.”
“What makes you say that?” Franziska snapped, moving to walk out her way before Redglare blocked her path.
“Well I can smell your blush, and I can smell your warm, red blood pulsing two times as fast as it was before. Now as your mentor, I have a request for you.”
“What would that be?”
“Pleasure me the same way I did to you.”
Franziska blushed then glared at her. She hadn’t done anything with anyone before, let alone a mentor, and that was the first time she had been pleasured by someone other than herself, which was rare in itself.
“What? No!”
Redglare smiled her famous predatorial grin before stepping closer.
“Why not? Is it because I’m a troll? Or because I’m your mentor? Or is it because I’m female? You, Miss von Karma, need to relax.”
Franziska jumped when she felt something flat against her back. Redglare had backed her into a wall. As much as she was embarrassed, she couldn’t help but feel another pang between her legs.
“Get off me, this is indecent.”
Redglare cackled again before pressing up against her and whispering in her ear.
“Please? I’m begging you.”
“No.”
Redglare nuzzled into her neck and began to nibble the lighter skin, making Franziska’s hand move onto her back on its own accord.
“See? You don’t like losing control.”
“I’m not losing control.”
“You’re fighting it and failing dramatically.” Redglare took this opportunity to nibble up her jaw and move her hand down onto her hip.
“I don’t want this.”
"But you do. I can feel it. Like I said, you’re losing control.” Redglare leaned up and gave her a gentle kiss, which surprised Franziska. She could feel herself losing, and the scary part was that she didn’t want to win. When she pulled her closer Redglare smirked in triumph before moving her hands down.
“Mmm see? Losing control isn’t so bad, is it?” Redglare purred, licking slowly across her prodigy’s mouth. Franziska backed away to look at her mentor before giving in and kissing her harder, making Redglare cackle again.
“See? Not bad at all. Now hurry up, we only have a few minutes.” Franziska moaned a little when Redglare dropped a hand down under her skirt again.
“There you go, relaaaaaaax.” Redglare purred, nibbling her neck before reaching into her leggings and rubbing herself through her panties. After a minute or so Redglare felt Franziska’s hand grab onto the back of her shirt more, giving it an unintended tug. She cackled and rubbed her prodigy’s crotch harder, earning a faint whimper. Franziska didn’t last that much longer, and came again when Redglare bit down on her neck. The alien was completely surprised when instead of leaving, Franziska shuffled up against her more and pulled her tighter, still panting slightly. She smiled when she felt the younger human slump against her and lean her forehead on her shoulder.
“So you enjoyed losing control, I take it?” Redglare purred, gently kissing the bitemarks she had left.
“Mmm.” Franziska would never admit it, but it was nice hugging her mentor,even though temperature-wise she was cooler than she expected. Still warm, though. Redglare’s skin was a delicate balance of cool and warm, like Franziska had a fever and Redglare’s skin was the cooler skin of her father checking her temperature. Cool, but not too cold.
“Oh my goodness Franziska, are you going soft on me? I didn’t know you were a cuddler.” Redglare teased, rubbing herself more before beginning to grind up against Franziska.
“Get off me, I’m not. Besides we have to go.” Franziska told her, pushing her off suddenly. Redglare finally finished and rode it out against the cool tile wall before checking the time.
“Yes, it’s time to go back. Oh, and von Karma?”
“Yes mentor?”
“I’ll have to get more breaks for you more often.” Franziska could only smile the tiniest smile when Redglare led her back to the courtroom. |
Another Homestuck fic, this time its the (somewhat) crackship of Latula/Aranea. Also there's penetration and actual sex,and I can't wrap it :/
Aranea was sitting under her favorite tree, reading. It had ended up being a longer day than she had anticipated, and she had decided to unwind with a good book. About halfway through the chapter she was on she could hear footsteps approaching in front of her.
"Hey cutie, whatcha readin'?" Aranea glanced up when she smelled the familiar scent of vanilla and grease.
"Well hello coolkid, what brings you out here?" She asked, placing her bookmark back before recatchatapalouging her novel. Latula grinned at her.
"What, I'm not allowed to hang out?" The younger troll teased, sitting down next to her.
"Well surely it's coincidence then that every time we 'hang out' you always want me to do something for you." Aranea teased. Latula raised and eyebrow and crossed her arms.
"Nothin' wrong with that!" Aranea giggled at her before Latula scooched closer and pulled her onto her lap.
"Now whatever do you want this time?" Aranea teased, straddling the tealblood. Latula began to kiss her neck, sliding a hand under Aranea's dress. Aranea let out a quiet moan when she felt a finger begin to circle around her nook and whimpered. Aranea let out a soft gasp when Latula inched her hand up her dress and began rubbing her through her panties.
"Please babe, pee on me?" Latula asked sweetly, tracing her finger around the outside of Aranea's nook. Aranea purred and moved closer before straddling the tealblood.
"Surely you didn't come all this way to have me pee on you." Latula moved a hand down and pushed a hand against Aranea's lower stomach, earning a whimper.Latula had definitely come at the right time. They shared a watersports kink, and Aranea had been holding for quite a while before Latula had found her. She wasn't expecting the intrusion, but it was certainly welcome.
"Come on, do I really ask for this that much?" The younger troll asked, pushing a hand into the cute blue lacy panties in her lap. Aranea chirred at the cool touch, shifting a little. Latula smirked when she felt a splatter of thin hot liquid against her hand and a slick tentacle wrap around her wrist.
"Aren't you polite today?" Aranea purred, leaning in and nibbling Latula's earlobe, who groaned and moved her hands down to grip her hips tighter.
"It would be a shame if you were being so nice just to get me to do you a favor."
"Now why would I do that?" Latula teased, moving her hand up onto Aranea's back.
"Hmm, maaaaaaaaybe because you want my choice ass?" Aranea purred, ghosting her tongue over Latula's ear, making the younger troll shiver.
"Oh my, did I strike a nerve?" Aranea whispered before kissing down her ear to her neck. Latula moved her free hand against Aranea's lower stomach my accident, earning a whimper and a little shifting.
"Looks like you have more struck nerves than I do." Latula teased, pressing down harder before sliding the same hand under Aranea's dress. She wiggled her fingers into the blueblood's nook, earning a gasp and a quieter whimper.
"T-Tulie-"
"Come on spidergirl, I know you want to hose me down."
Aranea whimpered as she tried to control her bladder more. She had been holding for quite a while, and Latula had come along at just the right time; right when she could barely move. Latula began working her fingers harder, making the older troll mewl and let out a loud moan.
"Like that, hmmm?"The tealblood purred, bucking her hips a little.
With every move of Latula's fingers Aranea lost more control of her bladder, until she could feel a steady stream gush out. Latula let out a cackle then pulled her hand out.
"Gave up, hmm?"
"Sh-shut up-" Aranea was a nice shade of blue. Suddenly she found herself being kissed, earning a smile.
"Mmmgod that feels so good." Latula moaned, grinding against her more. Aranea could feel something pressed up between her legs. With one last wiggle of her friend's fingers Aranea felt her own bulge release and push up against her panties.
"This feels good to you?" The older troll teased, grinding up against the growing bulge between her legs. Latula snorted then gasped slightly. When Aranea looked down she could see a huge cobalt stain in Latula's lap and soaking into the grass.
"Feeling better?" Latula teased when Aranea finally felt the stream begin to trickle, then cut off soon after.
"Oooooh-" Aranea giggled and began kissing and nibbling the younger troll's soft ashen ear, earning a buck up against her hips.
"If you ask nicely I'll take care of this." Aranea whispered into her ear, pressing her hand against Latula's crotch before moving her hand into the waterlogged leggings and pulling Latula's bulge out. Latula moaned.
"You're dripping, Tulie."
"Pl-please-" Latula stuttered out, grabbing at her hips more.
"Please what?" Aranea purred, letting go of the teal tentacle.
"Pl-please, r-ride me-" Aranea laughed and allowed the tentacle to wiggle up a panty leg and into her.
"Sure thing, coolkid." Latula made quick work of Aranea's dress and bra, burying her face into her breasts as she continued thrusting. Aranea giggled and tangled a hand in her hair.
"T-Tulie!" She squealed, earning a muffled cackle. "What're you even doing?! I thought you liked my choice ass more!"
Latula smirked and began kissing over the light blue nipples, earning a faint groan. "Spheres are great too!" Aranea laughed then moaned when the prehensile gray tongue began running around the cerulean peaks in light circles.
Aranea gasped when the tip thrashed inside of her and chirred when a soft hand pulled her own bulge out.
"Oh sh-shit." Latula began to give the free tentacle gentle strokes in rhythm to her thrusts, making the older troll grab her shoulders and bury into her neck.
"O-oh f-fuck-" Latula growled and began thrusting harder into the blueblood, earning a gasp. Aranea pulled her closer and buried into her shoulder, purring. "Oh god-" Aranea cried out into Latula's shoulder as she came. Latula smiled and pulled back a little before leaning back and pulling her into a sweet kiss, continuing to thrust. Aranea smiled against her mouth and giggled when the tealblood took a rather handsy grope of her rear.
"Mmmcoming for me, Tulie?" Aranea purred, moving down to nibble her earlobe again. A minute later Latula found release inside of her, throwing her head back against the rough bark of the tree behind her. Aranea smiled and let her ride it out before snuggling up again.
"Mmm that was fantastic." Aranea admitted softly, earning a gentle pressure in her hair.
"See?Doing me favors isn't all that bad, is it?" Latula teased, beginning to stroke the soft fluff on her shoulder.
"Shh." Aranea mumbled, nuzzling against her more and purring softly. |
I wrote a thing!
Why furry? I just felt like it. And there's so little of this stuff out there, I'm so much more likely to make someone's day with it than if it was just another oridinary thing. I hope you don't mind.
I decided not to give my characters names or detailed descriptions, and I think it worked out well, although it did lead to some slightly awkward phrasing I didn't know how to resolve.
I did my best, but no miracles happened - I'm not an experienced or trained writer (this is actually the first story I've written in years that wasn't an assignment) and if that wasn't enough, English is my second language.
Anyway, enjoy! And leave comments about anything you liked, didn't like, or whatever else you want!
Contains straight sexual content.
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The alarm went off again. I poured myself a glass of water, gulped it down, and reset the timer for another ten minutes.
I'd been doing this for two hours, and my bladder was bursting at the seams.
My bushy white tail was twitching incessantly, twisting itself around the base of my chair, beyond my control. My toes were curling up and relaxing rhythmically, my thighs squeezing and rubbing against each other, my pelvis grinding. A few times a minute, I would switch position between leaning forward, supporting myself on the desk, and leaning back in a relaxed posture, trying constantly to relieve at least a little pressure from the large, heavy and very tender ball in my abdomen.
It wasn't working. The urge was now a constant, powerful surge of sensation emanating from my abdomen and lower regions, my body willing me to urinate, a forceful command now more than a reminder. Stopping myself from letting go was at this point like forcing myself not to pull a hand away from a fire, requiring constant effort and distraction to keep up. I was squirming and shifting, rubbing my hands all over myself and over the slight bulge of my bladder, noticably hard even through a layer of soft white fur.
The need was doing wonders for me. I was panting with arousal, my panties damp even though I was sure I hadn't leaked yet. Looking in the mirror I had set on my desk, I could see the perfect image of desire in my foxy face, with dishevelled hair, wide open eyes and dilated pupils, and exposed skin on my ears flushed pink. My blush was so intense I could see a trace of it on my cheeks, though the white, semitransparent fur. I was yearning desperately to cram both my paws between my legs, and not with holding my pee in mind, but even the slight stimulation I was getting from grinding around was enough to send me near the edge, and I didn't want to end the experience yet. My control started slipping, and my claws gently brushed against the wet fabric and damp intimate fur, sending bolts of pleasure mixed with pain thorough--
Doorbell.
I yanked my hand out, swaring profusely. I didn't need this. I briefly considered ignoring it, but then I thought I would deal with it quickly rather than listen to someone pound on my door for fifteen minutes. With greatest care, I stood up and straghtened out, trembling from the sharp stabs of pain and need it caused. There was a mirror in the front hall, and I scowled at my appearance: apart from obviosuly radiating horniness and standing awkwardly bent forward, I was also rather minimally dressed, in shorts, a blouse, and nothing else. My nipples were poking out and tufts of fur were sticking out over my waistband in a way that would trigger a violent assault with a brush if my mother ever saw it. Oh well. They can deal with it if they walk in on people like this.
I did my best to compose myself and opened the door, expecting to sign another housing paper or receive another notification about whatever from the board, but got a surprise.
'Surprise', he said, pulling me into a hug. I tried not to get my bladder squashed.
'You kept bugging me to make this cake and then never turned up to have it', he said with a grin, 'so I thought I would turn up with it.'
He stepped in, and I got a look at him. He was my best friend, occasionally my best kissing friend, and the one person I wouldn't mind barging in on me like this... at least if I weren't about to piss myself. He was a bit taller than me, fine-looking if not really athletic, and in very classic and very pleasing browns, blacks and whites. I got a funny look as he walked by, probably thinking he interrupted me in the middle of a masturbation session. He wasn't wrong, in a way, and I didn't mind.
I stared at the bathroom door. Every logical bone in my body was screaming at me to be sane, excuse myself and empty my bladder, now screaming for mercy. But my arousal-soaked, hormone-infused body had very few logical bones left in it, and I grit my teeth, squeezed my holding muscles and followed him into the kitchen.
Just sitting down was an amazing relief, taking pressure off and letting me squirm about under the table, but I was still in an absolutely desperate situation. The rock-hard lump of my bladder was now stretching out the waistband of my shorts and sending pangs of honest-to-god pain. I felt like I was being stabbed with a needle every few seconds. The other urge wasn't going away, either, and I had to intently focus on the cake to stop myself from attempting to tear clothes off my friend.
I managed to compliment the cake and keep up a semblance of small talk, but his increasingly amused smile told me I wasn't fooling anybody. He must have been thinking I was rubbing myself off under the table and finding it hilarious. I couldn't blame him, really; I was sitting on my tail, rocking back and forth with my paws obviously in my crotch and my whole body oozing lust. I felt a powerful spasm, my entire belly contracting, a spurt jetting into my panties. I let out a little yelp; he shook his head in incredulity.
The water alarm went off. I mumbled something about a phone and hobbled out of the kitchen. Once in the hall, I doubled over, crossed my legs and jammed my figers between them, pushing with all my strength. The urge was terryfingly powerful now, a roar threatening to take over all my senses, compounded by constant pangs of sharp pain. I trembled with the effort to hold my bladder. I was in absolute heaven, and everything about the situation, even my best friend thinking I was getting off right next to him, was turning me on even more.
I silenced the alarm and shuffled back, going right past the bathroom door. I could go in, I could just go in and piss, but I was too far gone to act with any sense, only satysfying my desires counted right now. And, incredibly, my bladder wasn't having the top prority.
I half-hobbled, half-ran into the kitchen, pulled him out of his chair, and completely ignoring his alarmed expression, latched our muzzles in a savage kiss. His erection stabbed me right in the bladder, causing me to spurt, to yelp, and to break off.
'Bed', I blurted, short of breath.
'You sure?', he asked. We'd made out before, but we never went further than that. I had my reasons, and he respected them enough to ask at such a sudden change of mind. He wasn't going to resist, though, I could see and hear and feel that my antics had done a good job of turning him on.
'Yes. Oh fuck, yes. Shut up, go.'
Few seconds later, I was on the bed, on my back, my tail smacking around wildly; I was losing my clothes and my mind. I couldn't quite make out what was happening through the dense haze of urge, lust, arousal and pain, but there were hands and lips all over my neck, my arms, my chest, ruffling the fur over the solid bulge of my distended bladder, and then he burst out laughing.
'Oh god, I get it now. You're the kinkiest bitch.'
I could only respond with a feral wail, and then his hands reached between my legs, and I couldn't think any more, and then he went in and I went up, I lost the perception of time and I cried, I laughed, I felt the unbelievable pressure and urge and pleasure and pain all fusing and feeding off each other and reinforcing each other, I felt him crushing my bladder and filling me, and I gripped him tight with everything I had and moved with him, and I let loose a spurt, then another, and then all the muscles contracted at once and I was completely wetting myself all over him during what was so much more than an orgasm, riding a titanic wave of release of more than one kind.
I came crashing down like a meteor, and my swimming head slowly became aware of a sound. We were both a mess of soaked fur, huddled together, and he was laughing softly with his muzzle in my neck fur.
'You, oh my. You're completely crazy, you know that? Fucking insane. I love it. I love you.' he said softly and kissed me.
'Come on, let me clean up this mess.'
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Every now and then I skim the request thread and try out things I find in there. Vexer6 brought up "Timmy humiliates Vicky by wishing for her to wet herself." and I did a quick little thing about that. Ahahaha there's a bit more desperation than what was probably wanted but I do love it so....
“Ugh!” Ten year old Timmy Turner slammed his bedroom door shut, screaming over the sound of his baby-sitter’s screeching laughter. Yet again, Vicky had cruelly tortured Timmy, setting his clothes on fire and then charging people to peep at his nude body through the window. From out of their fishbowl, Timmy’s fairy godparents appeared, kindly poofing a new outfit onto the boy and attempting to comfort him.
“I’m sick and tired of Vicky always embarrassing me!” Timmy stomped his foot on the ground, frustrated beyond belief.
“It’s too bad you can’t embarrass her, eh Timmy?” Cosmo chirped from his position on the bed, chewing on the end of his wand dumbly and hardly paying his wife any attention.
“Yeah if only there was some way I could get back at her for everything she’s done. But I’m just a kid what can I d-…” Realization seemed to dawn on him and Timmy slapped his forehead. “Doy, I have fairies!” Grinning wickedly, Timmy turned to face Wanda who was already raising her wand in preparation. Though she fixed the young boy with a disappointed look, she didn't say anything. Sometimes there was just no reasoning with the kid.
“I wish that Vicky really had to pee but couldn’t use the toilet!” Nervous but without much choice, Wanda gave a low sigh shook her head as she granted his wish. A small puff of smoke appeared and the usual fanfare of a wish come true bellowed in the small bedroom. Once she had finished, Wanda wagged a finger at the boy, chastising him.
“Just for the record, this is going to be a terrible idea.” And with that Wanda grabbed Cosmo by the arm and forced him to go back with her to their fishbowl home. Shrugging off the pink haired woman’s concerns, Timmy eagerly hurried downstairs to catch sight of Vicky. By now his wish should be having an effect on her and he didn’t want to miss a second of it.
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Wiping the sweat from her brow, Vicky finally felt her laughter dying down. Today was definitely a good day. Humming to herself, she thumbed idly through the money she had collected for her little show. As usual making a fool of Timmy Turner made her a richer lady. She’d made a pretty penny from what she could tell so far but something was distracting her…as she continued counting her foot started tapping at the ground repeatedly. By the time she had finished up and pocketed the wad of bills, Vicky could feel herself shifting from side to side. Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion but shrugging off the mysterious sensation, Vicky sat herself down on the couch and flicked on the tv.
Hiding from the lanky redhead while she was so distracted wasn’t much of a challenge for the tiny ten year old. From his spot on the staircase, Timmy could see everything; the way Vicky sat with her legs crossed tight, foot jiggling restlessly while she changed the channels. She squirmed on the couch, biting her lip multiple times and swearing softly but still made no move to go to the restroom. Even when she began bouncing in her spot, Vicky didn’t bother getting up. Timmy watched as his babysitter shoved one of her hands between her legs, squeezing her thighs together while she continued to bounce. She muttered under her breath, still swearing but softer this time as she grew more desperate to pee.
Letting out a frustrated groan, Vicky stood up from the couch and almost immediately bent over forward. Her other hand joined the first between her legs as she clutched herself tightly, grinding against her fingers. A slew of little gasps and sighs left her lips, and even as her stomach felt bloated and full Vicky couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her.
And then suddenly there was warmth between her slender legs. Where her panties were pulled tight across her crotch, liquid was dribbling out and staining the pastel pink material. Standing up straight, Vicky shoved her legs together, knees bumping painfully into each other, and clenched her muscles. It took a few seconds to stop the leak but once she was sure she had things under control Vicky cautiously opened her legs. Peeking down to assess the damage she let out a small sigh of relief. There was no visible stain between her legs but now her slightly damp panties were rubbing against her, making things worse.
Pacing around the living room in awkward, jerky steps, Vicky racked her brain for a solution. More than once she paused to cross her legs, groaning as she did so. Despite crossing her legs and grabbing herself, she could feel herself starting to dribble again. Warm pee trailed down her thighs, coming in short spurts that Vicky tried and failed to stop. The tall teenager stood with her legs tightly pressed together, feeling her pee come out in faster and faster bursts. Her mouth opened wide as she watched, dumbfounded, while she pissed herself. It soaked down her legs, the stain only somewhat visible on the black fabric of her pants, and gathered in a growing puddle under her shoes. But the sound of pee dripping on the floor and hissing through her panties and pants was loud and clear and a dark blush crept up on the redhead’s face as she wet herself. Timmy watched with wide eyes at the way the crotch of Vicky's pants darkened slowly, then the legs, and finally the way pee poured from the leg holes onto the floor.
It took a bit longer than Timmy had expected but the horrified look on Vicky’s face made up for it. He almost wished he had a camera nearby to capture the look forever. He was about to rush downstairs to laugh at Vicky when the front door opened with a bang and his parents excited chatter died down to a low gasp. As the two parents stormed up to Vicky, her stream died down to a trickle and she nervously tried to laugh off what they had seen.
“Mr. and Mrs. Turner…ahah what are you guys doing back so soon…” Her voice trailed off as Timmy’s mom gestured wildly towards Vicky’s pants and the tiled flooring.
“Vicky! What on earth happened?” Opening and closing her mouth repeatedly, Vicky tried to stammer out an answer. To explain that for some reason she just couldn’t get to the bathroom but the only sound that came out was a whine. She turned to face both parents, shoes splashing in her puddle, but was cut off by Timmy’s father raising a hand to her face.
“I don’t think we need someone like you watching over Johnny-”
“Timmy.”
“Noggy. I think it’s time for you to go Vicky.” Sniffling in humiliation and too tired to fight, Vicky lowered her head and sloshed through her puddle towards the door. Her now cold pants clung to her skin uncomfortably and the fact that she’d have to walk home in her damp pants made her feel even worse than the fact she’d be losing out on tons of money from the Turners. Cheering silently from his position, Timmy watched the evil redhead trudge out of his house. Until the tell-tale sound of a small explosion and a puff of smoke appeared by his side. Floating by his head, Wanda placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and whispered hurriedly.
“Timmy if your parents never hire Vicky again your life won’t be so awful and they’ll take us away!” Timmy let out a loud sigh but nodded his head, looking to his two fairies.
“Yeah yeah I get it…I wish none of this ever happened and no one remembered it.” Before Timmy could even blink his eyes, Vicky was back in her seat on the chair laughing viciously at something on the tv and no longer in wet pants. His parents, the puddle, and any evidence of the day’s events were gone and wiped from memory. He still didn’t think it was fair but at least for a little bit he’d managed to get back at Vicky…he felt a smile tugging at his lips as he followed Cosmo and Wanda back to his bedroom. At least there weren’t any rules against doing this again… |
My word. I've been gone far too long. With such a busy life, inactivity constantly plagues me. I want to try and break that trend, however slow I may need to start. What better way to begin than to continue my first fanfic here, which died because of - you guessed it - inactivity. I hope you all enjoy, and remember to leave comments and constructive criticisms!
You can read the first part of the story here. Be sure to check it out first.
https://omorashi.org/topic/5970-pokemon-distress-in-unova/
Chapter 2 - The Dream World
Unova Pokémon League - early afternoon
Bianca stepped into the massive structure, still in awe at its magnificence. Her trusty Dewott followed close behind her, somewhat intimidated by the mighty presence. Up ahead they saw Hilda and her Serperior waiting at the bottom of the northeastern stairway. From the door at the top poured a violet mist, triggering caution in the trainer and her Pokémon.
"There's the problem, right there," echoed the voice of Alder, Champion of the Unova region. "Caitlin, a member of the Elite 4, is a powerful psychic. Sometime last night, her power went out of control, and it seems to have opened a passageway to the Dream World. We have no idea how it happened, or what could be waiting inside, so we've been hesitant to enter." Hilda took a few steps up towards the mist-filled door, her curiosity piquing.
"The Dream World... isn't that a place for Pokémon dreams?" Bianca asked. She inwardly thanked Alder for this chance to converse, as it took her mind off her gradually filling bladder. "Doctor Fennel told us a little about it. How was Caitlin able to open a portal to it?"
Alder took a moment to ponder the answer, then replied "Like I said before, Caitlin is very powerful, and she has a strong connection to both her Pokémon and dreams. It's likely that in this sort of situation, the two would mingle. The resulting phenomenon, however, is anyone's guess."
Hilda looked back and gave her Serperior a nod, then turned her attention to Alder and flashed a thumbs-up. The Champion laughed in admiration of her courage, but Bianca was worried. "You can't be serious. Alder said it himself, it could be dangerous in there."
"Not necessarily dangerous," Alder corrected. "We can confirm that it is in fact the Pokémon Dream World, so it should be harmless to humans like us. The worry is for our Pokémon. Without them we may not be able to solve the problem, but at the same time they could get hurt." Hilda's expression fell slightly, as she worried for her partner's safety. "However," the Champion continued, "Given that you've made it this far, your Pokémon should be capable of enduring any hardships you may encounter inside. We could use all the help we can get, and if you truly wish to offer that help, I'm not going to stop you." Once more Hilda's face lit up, and she ran into the violet mist head-first, her Serperior enthusiastically following close behind. Bianca let out a sigh; she was conflicted. Despite Alder's reassurance, she worried about her friend. She also worried about her growing need to relieve herself. After a moment of careful consideration she determined the former outweighed the latter and followed Hilda inside. Hilda was tough. Surely they'd be out before they knew it. Surely...
Chapter 3a - Bianca's Dream
The last chapter didn't have much desperation, so today you're getting two for the price of one! =D
Slowly and carefully Bianca trod through the violet mist. She'd lost sight of Hilda completely, and was starting to grow worried. Confidence in her friend's skills alone wasn't enough to keep her calm in such a strange place, especially when that friend wasn't there beside her. As an extra precaution, she called her Dewott back to his Pokéball. If need be she'd call him out again, but until that need arose it wasn't worth the risk.
After what seemed like several minutes of walking Bianca stepped down on something soft. Taking a look she saw that, sure enough, beneath her feet was grass. Naturally she was confused, since there shouldn't have been any grass in the building, let alone on Victory Road at all. It was more welcoming than the mist, at the very least, so she continued onward. Soon the mist started to thin, bringing the presence of shrubbery amongst the grass. After another few apparent minutes, Bianca seemed to be out of the cloud completely, and in a dense forest. She stared around with wonder at how such a place could be inside the Pokémon League building, before realizing that she was surely within the Dream World now and that anything could be possible, as Alder had said.
Not five steps into the forest did Bianca feel her bladder spasm. She swiftly pressed her hands against her skirt, managing to keep control. The strong reminder of her need had her strongly consider going back, but when she turned around she saw that the mist was gone, and now nothing but forest surrounded her. Feeling great disappointment, she accepted that there was no turning back until she and Hilda managed to solve whatever problem Caitlin could be suffering.
As she pressed forward, Bianca found her self dealing with several more small spasms, though her overall need never exceeded the point it was at prior to the first. Rather proudly, she attributed this to her underestimated holding ability, even if the repeated spasms said otherwise. Suddenly she found difficulty maintaining her pride, when the sound of running water came within earshot. At that point her need increased and she had to stop walking, partly to hold herself and partly to contemplate whether it was a good idea to approach the water any more. Against her better judgement she proceeded, thankful that no one was around to witness her embarrassing predicament.
Soon she found herself in a forest clearing, face-to-face with a cliff side that spilled a small waterfall into a pond at the cliff's base. The pond tapered off into a stream that flowed through the forest, farther than the eye could see. Being this close to running water was torture, and it took all of her strength to hold on at this point. Behind the desperation, though, she couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of nature around her. So enticed by the spectacle, she almost couldn't help but partake in it... No, not almost. She really couldn't! Against her will, she found herself squatting down by the edge of the pond and dipping her hands in the water. A sensation of cold spread up her arms and back down the rest of her body, stopping to devilishly tease her bladder. Now she was becoming afraid. In her mind she was shouting at herself to pull her hands out of the water, but she didn't. The change in temperature agonized her and, unable to lower herself further to dig her heel up against herself, caused her to leak a small amount of liquid into her panties. She gasped-- wait, she could gasp. Maybe control had come back? Her hands slowly lifted out of the water again - yes, surely she could control herself again... As she lifted her hands, she noticed they were cupping a small amount of the pond's water in them. She wanted to drop it, but she couldn't. She was still acting against her own will. This was bad. Raising her hands towards her mouth, she could tell what was coming next, and she was terrified. Trembling in anticipation of the awful inevitability that awaited, she couldn't help but leak once more. No no no! Why is this happening? Why can't I do anything?! Bianca screamed at herself in her head, but it was futile. I knew I shouldn't have come, I knew I shouldn't have come..! Her hands met her lips, and they tipped back to slowly drizzle the water into her mouth. She wanted to spit it out, but it seemed so refreshing, so relaxing. It trickled down her throat bringing the same cold sensation with it, meeting her once again at her achingly full bladder. Finally, the shiver through her lower abdomen proved to be too much for her, and the little resistance she could provide had met its match. No... not this, anything but this..
Slowly but surely the urine began to trickle out from within her. It went like that for a few moments, gradual. Once it began to pick up speed, it really got going. As if the faucet had been turned full force, pee began to flow like the waterfall in front of her. In the crouched position she was it, the golden liquid pooled at her bum. Some rolled forward, dragging along her legs and the back of her skirt as it cascaded to her feet. The rest soaked right through her skirt, passing the ever-growing dark stain and falling straight through to the grass below. She kept going like this for what seemed like an eternity, continually saturating herself until her lower half was thoroughly soaked. Tears of humiliation rolled down her cheeks, and though she was now able to move freely once again, all she could find herself able to do was cup her face in her hands. The distinct hiss of defeat echoed through the forest, as the violet mist returned to surround Bianca once again.
And there you have it. I hope you enjoyed this installment of the story. You can look forward to the next chapter... whenever I get the time to write it. Remember to leave comments and constructive criticism, and enjoy the rest of your omo browsing. ;)
Edited October 1, 2013 by OmorashiG
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The Elder Scrolls V
SKYRIM: DISTORTION
The ongoing tale of a young breton girl named Karlie, and her adventures in Skyrim around 4E 201, written by OmoCommando. She connects with characters both new and familiar as she journeys through the land facing threats of various kinds. Karlie has one small problem, though: She is incredibly shy about peeing. Told in the first person, she relates to you the details of her adventure...
The cold, nippy wind blew through again. Where most outsiders would likely complain about the chilly breeze, it was a reminder to locals that all was right with the world. When Skyrim was cold, everything was as it should be. It could make keeping the forge hot a challenge at times though.
“You leave that to me.” Oengul War-Anvil would say. “The forge is like a wild horse that will only heed the call of her master.” Nevertheless, Oengul was not here, and getting the forge to obey my own whims was no easy task. I took the steel out of the hot coals and placed it on the anvil. Raising my hammer high, I carefully, but firmly, struck the hot metal, tempering it into the shape I needed.
Clang! Clang!
You could hear the sound of metal being struck even from the Gray Quarter sometimes. As much as you wanted to say that all is right with Skyrim, Windhelm had grown uncomfortably quiet since Jarl Ulfric declared war against the Empire.
Crack!!!
“Dammit!” I cursed. Thanks to my wandering mind, I managed to smash my would-be blade in half. I was moments away from tossing the hammer at the forge, when a gentle hand is laid upon my shoulder.
“Don’t lose heart, Karlie. Smithing is an art that requires infinite patience.” Said the sweet voice that belonged to the person who laid their hand on me.
“I know, Hermir.” I sighed irritably. “But steel is a whole different category from iron when it comes to constructing a blade.”
“You should try working with orichalcum someday.” Hermir laughed. She gently pushed me aside, took the hammer and grabbed a new rod of steel. “A good sword isn’t something you can fashion in just a few moments.” She said as she placed the hot metal on the anvil. “For it to be strong, sharp, and reliable, you need to work at it for a long time.” Unlike my own hammer strikes, Hermir hit the metal with strong, yet controlled skill. Envy welled up within me like a sickening disease. This girl was a natural. Why can’t my skill be anything like this?
In that moment, she turned and saw my expression of jealousy, making it out for what it was. To my surprise, she smiled. “You’re a clever girl, Karlie. You already handle iron with great ease and I’m sure you will be able to master the smithing of steel quickly.” She stepped back and gestured at the anvil with both hands. “Try again.”
The blade was already half done. I subtly shrugged and picked up the hammer again. This time, I didn’t bring the hammer quite so high. No more than half a meter from the anvil, and I began to carefully strike the hot metal.
Within an hour, I had a well-shaped sword of steel. “Now all that’s left is to refine it.” said Hermir. I couldn’t hide the enthusiastic smile on my face. For the first time, I managed to create a steel sword. I walked over to the grindstone, sat down and began to sharpen the blade. With the same precision, I gently placed the blade upon the surface of the stone and pressed down on the pedal. Sparks flew as the stone wheel turned, refining the blade into a weapon of beauty. Once I had it honed in the manner I needed it to be, Hermir handed me a strip of leather. “Now make your hilt and you’re done!”
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Satisfaction filled my heart as I looked upon the sword I had made. I twirled it around in my hand, swung it a few times and then held it high. Finally, work I could be proud of. “Hermir, thank you so much for your patience and support.”
The woman nodded. “Even Oengul had to start somewhere. We all did. This isn’t a skill that develops overnight. As you know, I’ve been doing this since I was just a girl and I know I still have a lot to learn.”
I gazed at the polished blade once again. I could still hardly believe that this fine weapon was crafted by my hands... well, with a little help from Hermir. “Well we’ve been friends for a long time,” I said, “And your guidance has been appreciated greatly.”
“You’ve helped me a great deal as well, Karlie!” she responded. “Where my skill is at the forge, your skill is in combat. You’ve taught me some impressive tricks.” I smiled. Hermir had been such a good friend and a wonderful teacher. I walked up and gave her a gratuitous hug. As we parted, Hermir’s smile turned into an expression of concern. “So... if I may ask... what do you plan on doing now?”
I looked off to the west. “Well... I’m not entirely sure yet, but I was thinking I might try my luck with the Companions in Whiterun.”
“Karlie... you know that a warrior of your caliber would be invaluable to Ulfric’s cause.” she stated.
“I know. You’ve told me.”
“You have skill in both blade and magic. I have no doubt that Skyrim will benefit from your help.”
I sighed. I’ve held this opinion back for a long time. And Hermir has always been such a loyal follower of Jarl Ulfric. He was a hero to her. What I was about to say, would probably damage our friendship permanently. “Hermir, I don’t completely support Ulfric’s rebellion.”
As I expected, she gave a look of both astonishment and pain. “What are you talking about!?”
“Look, I don’t agree with what a lot of the Empire has done. There’s no reason we shouldn’t be able to worship Talos and I highly doubt the Thalmor have Skyrim’s best interests at heart. But...” I gave Hermir a very stern look. “Look at what’s going on here in Windhelm! Look as the dunmer are bullied by the citizens while guards look the other way! As argonians are forced to live outside of the city walls just because they aren’t nords! Ulfric intends for Skyrim to be a land for nords and nords alone! I won’t support a high king who discriminates so unjustly!”
“He’s fighting a war! He’s trying his best to govern affairs in Eastmarch but there is only so much one man can do!”
“He has Brunwulf and Jorleif to help him. There is no sound reason for this prejudice to continue.”
Hermir’s expression turned into one of anger. “And so for this, you would let our entire nation die!?”
“I doubt I’d be the cornerstone in the war.”
“I thought I knew you better than this, Karlie!”
“Please, Hermir!” I tried to console her, “I don’t plan on supporting the Empire either, it’s just that-”
“You might as well!” She turned and resumed her work in the forge.
“Hermir...”
She wouldn’t listen. In her mind, you were either with or against the Stormcloaks. No in-betweens.
“Just go.” She said.
It hurt immensely. Having to part for reasons such as this. Politics... sometimes I swear that the only reason they exist is to end friendships. There was nothing left to be said. I turned and headed for the main gate.
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I saddled up with my gear onto my newly-purchased horse. Sleeping mat, some preserved food, a canteen of fresh water, some healing potions and a few extra clothes. I decided it would be easiest to wear my armor while riding. A nice set of tanned leather armor, gloves and boots. I was as ready as I could hope to be.
“Leaving just like that, eh, breton?”
I knew that voice. Rolff Stone-Fist. Also known as the “resident racist.” As far as he was concerned, if you weren’t a nord, you might as well be a daedra, for you had no place in his world. He moved into the path of my horse
“I’m in no mood for your bigotry, Rolff.” I said as I got atop my steed. “Stand aside.”
“Rumor has it you’re off to join the Imperial Legion.” He said in a sly tone.
“If you have faith in rumors, you’re a bigger idiot than I gave you credit for.”
“I knew you were a spy! I should kill you right here!”
“The guards would be on you in seconds.”
“No one’s going to miss a breton traitor!”
I growled. “Go pick a fight with a saber cat! You’ll have a better chance of surviving!” With that, I motioned my horse forward. “Ya!” We took off in a hurried jolt, knocking that fool to the ground on our way out. I headed west, towards the city of Whiterun.
I came upon Anga’s Mill, owned by a woman named Aeri. I met Aeri when I was first on my way to Windhelm. I had been wounded by a bear attack, and she was nice enough to help me and tend to my wounds. A good woman, but could stand to be a little more lenient to her workers. Figured I could at least say “goodbye”.
“Karlie! It’s good to see you again!” She greeted me.
“I’m glad to see you again as well, Aeri.” We embraced platonically. It had been over a week since we last saw each other.
“Where are you headed with all that gear?” She said as she looked at my horse.
“Whiterun.” I replied. “I’ve decided to try and join the Companions, but I wanted to say ‘goodbye’ to some old friends first.”
“Kodrir and Leifur are right inside. Come have a drink with us!”
I smiled. “All right.” Tying my horse to the fence, I walked into the house with Aeri. Sure enough, there was Kodrir and Leifur, getting full off of some good nord mead.
“Karlie!” They both shouted ecstatically. “How have ya been, girl?”
“Just fine. I’ve missed the two of you!”
Leifur grabbed a tankard and began pouring some mead into it. “Drink up, my friend. Tonight is a night of good spirits!”
“I’m afraid I can’t stay long, but I’ll have a drink with you guys!”
To be totally honest, mead is not my favorite drink. I have no idea how the nords drink it such large quantities. Too sweet. I prefer a good ale personally. Far be it from me to turn down the hospitality of such good people though. I took the tankard and drank from it with gratitude.
“So why the Companions?” Aeri asked.
“I think that such an organization is better suited to my talents.” I replied.
“I thought you were a mage.” Leifur said.
“Um... ‘spellsword’ would probably be a more appropriate term.” I corrected him. “I know how to use some spells, but I do not share the mages’ desire to learn about the ‘mysteries of Aetherius’ or any of that nonsense.”
“Not totally a mage, but not totally a warrior...” Kodrir mused. “Got any stealth skills as well?”
I grinned. “I don’t pick pockets, if that’s what you mean.”
“I think it’s the perfect job for someone like you, Karlie.” Aeri said. “You have a lot of skills to offer the Companions.”
“The gold doesn’t hurt either.” I said, raising my cup. We all took a big drink, completely emptying our tankards, then slamming them down on the table with an emphatic, satisfied sigh.
“So...” Kodrir started, “What has everyone heard about that attack on Helgen?”
“Sounds terrifying.” Aeri responded. “The leading rumor is that a dragon attacked.”
“Witches are known to be in that area as well. Might have been one of them doing their little tricks.” Leifur added. “What do you think, Karlie?”
I didn’t know how to answer. I thought about it, then decided an honest answer was best. “I was at Helgen when that happened, actually.”
“What!?” Everyone looked at me with wide eyes.
“Yeah... I got caught in a skirmish between the Stormcloaks and the Empire. One of the Legion’s soldiers thought I was a rebel and wouldn’t listen to reason. I had to kill him.”
“One less Imperial.” Leifur chuckled.
“Well, suffice it to say, his buddies didn’t like that and I got captured. We were all take to Helgen for execution. But before my sentence could be carried out, a huge black dragon attacked. Burned down the whole area.”
“How did you escape?” Aeri asked.
“A man named Ralof. He was one of the Stormcloaks, but we managed to work together and get out of there.”
“What were you doing out there in the first place?” asked Kodrir.
“I was heading back to Windhelm after a job.” I answered. “That’s probably why they thought I was a rebel.”
“It’s a wonder you got out of there at all.” Aeri remarked. “Between the Imperials and the dragon.”
“I can still hardly believe it’s true... that a dragon appeared in Skyrim.” said Leifur.
“Well I’ve enjoyed the drink,” I said, “but I want to get to Whiterun before it gets too dark.”
“All right,” said Aeri, “It was good seeing you again, Karlie.”
“Don’t forget about us!” Kodrir yelled, raising his tankard high.
“I’ll visit. Don’t worry!” I rose from my seat, belly full of mead. Arrival at Whiterun was likely going to be entertaining. At least the horse wasn’t drunk. I stepped back outside and prepared my horse. I hopped on and then took one last look at my friends. “I’m gonna miss you guys.” They waved farewell, as I did the same. The sun was setting, Skyrim’s skies turning pink and orange and altering the colors of the landscape accordingly. It was time to go. If there’s one thing you learn in my time in this land, don’t be out after dark...
---
On a slow trot, I scaled the path that encircled the mountain. There, past the cliff, the tall building known as Dragonsreach came into view. Whiterun was finally within reach. Down the path, across the bridge, and past the local meadery. There I was at the gates of Whiterun. Took nearly the half the day, but I made it.
“Whoa girl!” I slow my horse to a halt. Quickly hoping off, I lead her over to the nearby stables. A man walks up to us, and without a word leads my steed into one of the stalls. That’s service for you.
I wasted no time. I hurried up the path to the front gate eager to begin my career with the most esteemed warriors in the land.
“Halt!”
I halted. One of the guards at the gate approached me, his suspicious gaze piercing through the face of his helmet and going right to me. “Is there a problem?”
“City’s closed due to the dragon’s about. What business do you have here?”
“I seek to join the Companions.”
“The Companions? You? Wahahahaha!!!” The man broke out in laughter. He keeps it up and I’ll break him. “You’d be like a butter knife in a room full of greatswords! How old are you anyway?”
“I don’t think my age reflects on my skill in battle.”
“Fine, have it your way, princess!” He chuckled. “Guess Skjor will just have to break the bad news to you himself.”
There was nothing left to say to a man like this. I considered running him through with my sword, burning his head inside his helmet, and freezing off his testicles, but that would likely ruin any chance of joining the Companions. So the best thing to do was to simply shatter the fool’s preconceptions of me and get accepted. And so, I opened the gate.
I have to say, even though Whiterun seems smaller than Windhelm, it is a much more lively town. Not because there were more people in it, but because she was untouched by the war. You could feel it emanating off of the people; there were no Stormcloaks and no Empire. At last I could just forget about-
“You’re a dirty traitor, Gray-Mane! Just get out of Whiterun and head to Windhelm where you can be with your Stormcloak buddies!”
“I’m the traitor!? You’re the one who’s willing to sell your homeland to the elves!”
I just know it. The gods are laughing at me right now. All of them. It’s a sick joke they play. Regardless, it looks like the civil war manifests itself in one way or another in every part of Skyrim. I think the best thing to do is just try and avoid-
“You there! Girl! Gray-Mane or Battle-Born?”
Screw the gods. They hate me and now I hate them.
“What?” I asked.
“You heard me!” the man repeated. “Gray-Mane, or Battle-Born?”
“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He sighs irritably. “Then let me reiterate for you since you obviously fell asleep in school! There are two prominent families in Whiterun: Gray-Manes and Battle-Borns. The Battle-Borns are loyal to the Empire and Skyrim where the Gray-Manes back the Stormcloaks! You’re with one or the other, which is it?”
Thick-headed imbecile. “I support no one. I walk my own path without needing to select sides.”
The man grunted as he shook his head, his long, dirty golden hair shaking with each motion. “Then you ain’t gonna survive long here in Skyrim. You either join one side, or get crushed by both!”
“We’ll see.”
The quarreling men went separate ways from each other. It amazes me really. How can people be this black-and-white on matters? Hermir didn’t surprise me, she’s been like that for as long as I’ve known her. But for her it’s more a case of blind hero worship. This? I don’t even know what to call this. “Idiocy” comes to mind.
Without any further interruptions or divine practical jokes, I made my way to Jorrvaskr, mead hall of the Companions and the oldest building in Whiterun. Eagerly, I stepped in their doors.
---
It was as the troubadours described it. A large central fire pit, surrounded by a large table covered in food and bottles of mead. On the walls were trophies and retired weapons of war. Truly an awe-inspiring sight.
I was immediately greeted by a tall nord woman with long auburn hair and a sexy set of armor reminiscent of that which was worn by ancient nords. Her most striking feature, however, was the three streaks of paint along her face that resembled claw marks.
“Who are you?” She asked sternly.
“Karlie. I seek to join the Companions.”
“Really?” the woman answered. “And what does a meek girl like you have to offer the Companions?”
“There is much I have to offer. I have great skill and experience in battle, but I am also dutiful and committed to causes I believe in.” I explained. “I believe the Companions are a noble and honorable company of warriors and I’d like to be a part of it.”
“You’re joking, right? You look like you’d crumble under the weight of a mud crab.” Said a man behind me. He was half-bald, wore heavy armor with a wolf emblem and had a scarred eye.
“Karlie, meet Skjor.” the woman said. “I am Aela the Huntress, and while Skjor’s analogy may be crude, it is accurate. You do not appear to be the most... physically capable of warriors.”
“That is because I have invested my skill in warfare beyond that of the sword.” I answered. “I posses the ability to wield some magics as well. I have proficiency in the arts of destruction, alteration, and restoration.”
“A mage, huh?” Skjor scoffed.
“Not technically.” I corrected him. “I have no desire for ‘higher learning’, I simply seek to compensate for what you call my ‘physical capabilities’.”
Aela laughed, but not in the manner of ridicule. “You’re a resourceful girl, Karlie, I like you. If it were up to me, I’d let you in, but the decision is ultimately Kodlak’s. You will have to speak to him and he shall decide whether you may be permitted to join.”
“Ah, I see.”
Aela looked down at my legs just then. “Are you... okay?”
She must have noticed me moving from side to side. “Yeah, I’m just kind of nervous. I thought I’d be turned away immediately.”
“Hm. Well head downstairs and speak with Kodlak.”
“I will.” Like I would ever admit it in front of a group of people like this, but in truth all that mead from earlier had made it’s way through my body by now. Nature was calling, I was inclined to answer... but not just yet.
I headed down the stairs. The lower floor appeared to be the barracks or living quarters of the Companions. There was a large room with multiple beds, and then four more rooms with a single bed each. At the far end of the hall, two men were conversing. I’d guess the one with the long, white beard was probably Kodlak.
“Um, hello sir.” I greeted him.
“Hello young lady.” He said in a powerful voice. “What can I do for you?”
“You are Kodlak Whitemane? Leader of the Companions?”
He laughed. “‘Harbinger’ is my title, and I am more of an... advisor than a leader, but it is I who decides whether someone is worthy enough to join our ranks or not.” He began to size me up. “Is that what you seek here?”
I nodded. “I do. You are an honorable group of people that I would love to be a part of.”
The other man looked at me with a scowl. “The Companions aren’t accepting new members at the moment.”
“Now hold on, Vilkas. There’s something about this one.” Kodlak said. “I can feel the determination in her heart. You’re very serious on joining, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
“Kodlak, we can’t just take in every pup who wants to be a part of us! We only just recently accepted Ria!”
“Call it a hunch, Vilkas. I believe this one will prove more valuable than you realize. Take her out back and judge her skill.”
Vilkas sighed. “Very well. Come with me, pup.”
You’d think I’d be used to the condescending attitude of the nords by now. I’m not. Been living in Skyrim for years and that superiority complex still gets my dander up.
---
We came out in the rear part of Jorrvaskr, which was a nice wide-open area. Several training dummies, archery targets, and a place for sparring. That was our destination. Vilkas drew that massive sword of his.
“All right then, pup. Let’s see what you can do. Hit me, if you can.”
And so I drew my own sword. I put my right foot back, keeping my sword low.
Vilkas took one look at my stance and raised an eyebrow. “You plan on blocking like that?”
“I don’t plan on blocking at all.” I retorted.
This time, Vilkas raised both eyebrows. “Really? Interesting. Let’s see what you’ve got!” He rushed forward, holding that sword up to his shoulder. He was going to make a large overhead sweep of his blade. If Vilkas was a leading member of the Companions, why would he telegraph his moves so carelessly?
However, as I told him, I had no intention of blocking. As he charged forward, I slipped to the side and watched him barrel by me. He caught his footing almost instantly, though.
“You’re quick on your feet. Good!”
“If that’s your attack strategy, I think this match is over.” I said.
“Just testing you.” Vilkas said with a cocky tone. Taking a more neutral stance that balanced his weight more, he casually approached me. He was not so eager to tell me his plans this time.
Whoosh!
It nearly caught me by surprise. The man could swing that massive sword as if it were straw! With a flurry of strokes and slashes, he came at me, but with grace and ease, I dodged every one of them. He then came at me with a large thrust from his chest, and I had to think quickly. While sidestepping, I parried his blade with my own, leading it to the ground where it hit with a loud clang! I then jumped atop his blade, pinning it, and place the point of my own sword at his neck. The look of astonishment on Vilkas’ face was priceless.
“Okay, so you have some skill.”
Clapping then sounded around us. I failed to notice as others arrived to watch our match.
“Well done, Karlie!” Aela applauded. “It has been some time since I’ve seen someone put Vilkas in his place like that!”
I looked around. The other Companions has expressions of similar sentiments on their faces. Even Skjor. I calmly stepped off of Vilkas’ sword, and he sheathed it with embarrassment.
“Well done, indeed.” Kodlak stepped out. “It’s a common mistake for the experienced to become overconfident in their abilities. A weakness you exploited with ease.”
“Bah! I’ll be inside!” Vilkas stormed off into Jorrvaskr.
“He’ll be fine.” Aela said. “He’s just sore over losing to a new blood.”
“With skill like that, I am anxious to see how you will do in the real world.” Kodlak said.
“Indeed. Cunning like that will go far here.” Aela agreed.
“Am I a Companion?” I asked.
“Nearly.” Skjor said. “Winning a sparring match, even with Vilkas, doesn’t make you honorable. Try this.” He handed me a small parchment.
Needless to say, I’ve been holding it for a while now. Not holding the parchment! Holding “it”. I don’t think any of the others noticed, but by now I was pressing my legs together rather tightly. I might have actually beaten Vilkas a bit faster if I wasn’t concentrating on holding “it”.
I opened the parchment:
-
Companions,
Traveling caravans have brought to our attention a small but strong bandit presence that has been plaguing the roads near the Pale. Between the war and the dragon threat, I can’t spare any of Whiterun’s guards and Jarl Skald refuses to listen to anyone, as usual. There will be a sizable bounty for the warrior(s) who clears this area of the bandit threat.
-Jarl Balgruuf the Greater
-
“Bandits are just cowards who prey on those who can’t defend themselves.” Skjor explained. “Most cower at the sight of a real warrior. Hardly a challenge, but a good way to prove yourself, whelp.”
I nodded. “Very well. I’ll be back once their gone.”
“Good luck, Karlie.” Aela said.
I hurried out with enthusiasm. Though the reason for that enthusiasm isn’t what you think. While I was excited to get accepted into the Companions, there was another matter that needed tending to. A rather private matter. A private matter I would empty into the grass as soon as I was outside of the city gates. As I exited Jorrvaskr, I went down the steps of the Plains’ District when something caught my eye. A squad of guards ran by me in a huge hurry. They were accompanied by another who didn’t seem to be part of the regular guard. A female dunmer. In a moment, they were out the front gate, heading westward.
I made my way further down after leaving the city. Whiterun hold was filled with open plains. Between the stables and farms, there wasn’t a whole lot of privacy for a girl to do her business. Which was sad, because I really have to go! I headed a little further west myself, hoping there would be less people around. Near a small pile of rocks, there was a nice thick bunch of grass. Perfect! I could hide behind that and do what I needed to do. I hoped over the boulder, then loosened my belt. I reached under my armor, pulling down my undergarments. Why am I explaining all this with exquisite detail? Because it isn’t as simple as you think! Maybe you can appreciate how much of a challenge it actually is to take a leak out in the wilderness! Unless I want to strip down totally naked, I have to... really... wiggle... these... damned... underclothes... out... from... under... this... armor! Finally! By the Divines, why does peeing have to be such a chore!? I squatted down, spread my legs, annnndddd......
“You there!”
I shrieked. I must have sounded like a ten year-old. I quickly yanked my underclothes as far back up as I could, which... unfortunately... resulted in me leaking into them (but only a little bit).
I looked over at who called me. It was that dark elf woman. “I saw you with the Companions earlier. Are you one of them?”
“I-I’m trying to be.” I stuttered, still shaken from being startled.
“Then I would ask that you come with me. We need every abled warrior for this situation.”
“I’d be happy to help but I’m already on a job for the Companions and I-”
“This takes precedence! A dragon was sighted around here and I need anyone who can fight! Even a new Companion could turn the tide!”
I groaned quietly. “All right, I’m coming.” As soon as her back was turned, I refastened my belt, and followed. This was really starting to hurt though... I was just about to pee over there, and as a result, everything in my bladder was sitting right on the edge, just begging to be let loose. “Aaaaaaiiighhh, why can’t you just let me pee!?” I said under my breath.
Then we saw it. The watchtower that stood guard in this area, wrecked and burned. It wasn’t often in life that you saw stones set ablaze. This had to be the work of a dragon. The tower was wrecked. Rubble and bodies were strewn all over with the small of smoke permeating the once-fresh air.
“Why does this have to be now?” I asked myself. I bent over slightly, grabbing the crotch of my armor. This was getting excruciating! Like a fireball was growing within my bladder, steadily getting larger and larger until I couldn’t contain it... all the while burning with pain. “This had better end quickly!”
Just then, a guard emerged from the ruins of the tower. “What are you doing here!?” He shouted. “That thing is still around here! Get out of here!”
A distant, frightening roar pierced the skies. Everyone there, myself included began scanning the sky in horror. We knew what was coming, but we were all hoping we were mistaken. There was still a chance that this could be a few dark mages with a conjuration spell gone awry, couldn’t it?
“By the Eight, it’s coming back!”
No such luck. My heart sank, and fear took its place as a set of massive wings blocked out the stars. The creature grew ever closer, its size constantly growing. How big was this thing? I stepped back, then a few more steps, and I tripped over a piece of rubble, falling backwards. The dragon landed on the edge of the tower, looking down upon all of us. No one dared move.
“Dil thur fen du hin sil ko Sovngarde!” Its booming, ear-shattering voice echoed across the plains. I have no idea what it said, but I never expected a dragon to be able to speak.
“Don’t just stand there! Kill it!” the dark elf woman ordered. Each of the guards drew their bows and readied arrows. They took aim at the mighty beast, and fired. The dragon didn’t even seem fazed by the attacks. And so, I drew my own blade.
I quickly rose from my fallen position, and prepared a firebolt spell. My left hand glowed with a small flame, and as I began to charge my magic, the flame grew brighter. I cast the flame at the beast, and struck it right on the nose. It flinched, but that was it.
“Krif krin... Pruzah!” he bellowed.
Suddenly a lightning bolt struck it in the side and the dragon roared in response. That woman was a spellsword as well! Her free hand surged with bolts of energy as she readied another strike.
The dragon rose back up in the sky. Soaring with grace, it circled around our little party. The lone guard that stood near the tower... the dragon set its sights on him. As it drew closer, a massive burst of flames shot from its mouth, enveloping the man. No one even heard a scream. By the time the flames and smoke cleared, there was nothing left but a smoldering sword.
The dragon then looked at me as it flew by. Instinctively, I began to flee from my position. I took a step
Spurt!
I stopped. As soon as I had relaxed the stance of my legs, my bladder gave way. I... leaked a little into my underclothes again. Could this have been timed any worse? A dragon attacking just as I need to pee. I can’t fight like this! With my blade in one hand, and my... you know what... in the other.
The dragon began to fly towards me, it’s maw opened wide. I saw the flames forming within its jaws, and I crouched down and braced myself. The last joke of the gods, to burn me alive while needing to pee. When I get to the heavens, I had a few things to say...
Another bolt of lightning struck the creature in the face, and its breath of fire sailed right over my head. I felt the edge of the intense heat singe the top of my head. That dark elf woman saved me.
“What’s wrong with you, Companion? Get your nerves together and move!”
Easier said than done! If I moved, I was going to pee all over myself! Though... considering all options... “Get burned alive, or wet myself... I’ll take the latter.” There really was no choice was there? While I was crouched down, and the dragon was occupied with the others, I spread my legs a little, let go of myself and relaxed.
My mouth hung open in relief as I let everything go. I could feel the wet warmth spreading across my crotch, and hear the sound of liquid splattering onto the dirt below me. Dignity be damned. It felt so good, finally being able to let go. As the seconds went by, I just continued to let everything go into my underclothes. A sigh of contentment escaped my lips in the process. All that pain... just being able to relax and let it spill out onto the ground... it was pleasing beyond words.
“What are you doing!?” The woman shouted at me.
I nearly jumped. “I-I’m readying a spell!” I answered. I wasn’t done going, but I had to make it seem like I was doing something. With my free hand, I readied a new spell. An alteration magic called “oakflesh”, which created a magical armor around your body, protecting the caster from harm. Aqua-green energy pulsed around my hand as I charged the spell. There was only one problem: I was still peeing.
I didn’t want to risk looking like a coward. So I stood up... and I cringed as the last of the warm fluid began to run down the insides of my legs and into my boots. “Mara, have mercy.” I moaned. At least the ordeal was over. I sighed again, with both relief and irritation at my predicament.
With the spell charged, I cast Oakflesh upon myself. I then readied an ice spike spell. I charged the energy in my hand, and as the dragon came by for another pass, I cast the spike towards it...
The ice shard pierced the wing of the creature. It roared in agony, and its flight vector became erratic. The dragon struggled to stay airborne, but to no avail. It came crashing down into the ground, and skidding towards me! I dived to the side, just barely avoiding a collision with the beast. With my blade in hand, I got back up and ran towards the creature.
I grimaced. With each step I took, I could feel that warm fluid sloshing around in my boots. The only thing I could do was try to put it out of my mind. I jumped onto the back of the dragon, and crawled towards its head. I held on tightly, as it moved its head back and forth, side to side, in an effort to shake me off. It was worried. As I continued to make my way towards its head, my hand suddenly felt something on the back of its neck. Unlike the rest of the dragon’s hard, scaly body, this part of it was soft and fleshy. A weak point! Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, I plunged my blade into that spot. The dragon thrust its head back, roaring in pain, and throwing me off sending me crashing into the ground. It held that position for a few seconds, before finally collapsing to the ground.
“Did we do it? Did we beat it?” One of the surviving guards asked.
“I believe so.” responded the dark elf woman. She walked over to me, and then helped me up. “I’m glad you found your courage, Companion. Were it not for you, I don’t think many of us would be standing here. You may call me Irileth.”
“Thank you, Irileth.” I answered. “I apologize for my previous inaction. I... never expected to encounter a dragon in my lifetime.”
Irileth nodded. “I understand your hesitation. You wouldn’t be the first to get cold feet in the midst of a battle. Especially in a battle like this.”
Actually my feet were quite warm at the moment. And wet. But no one seemed to notice that my legs were glistening with pee. Thank the gods.
The shock really hadn’t worn off. We all just stared at the scaly corpse of the beast as it lay there. We had beat a dragon, yet none of us had any idea how. Divine intervention? Prodigal skill? Dumb luck? No one could say.
“I will tell the Jarl of your heroism here.” said Irileth. “Stop by Dragonsreach some time and I’m sure he will reward you appropriately. Let’s go, men.” With that, Irileth and the guards, began heading up to the town.
I looked at the dragon corpse again. Something didn’t feel right about it. It’s hard to really put into words, but it didn’t seem completely... dead. Probably just nerves. For right now, it would be in my best interest to get myself washed off. I can see it now. Walking into the Jarl’s hall and him instantly cringing and asking “What is that smell?”
“Oh, I peed myself, but it was necessary to slay the dragon.” Something I’d prefer not to have to explain. I walked over to the stream that was flowing from the sewer gate near Whiterun. As good a place as any to clean up. Seemed secluded enough. Behind the town where no one would really think to look. I began to remove my armor; chest piece, fauld, pauldrons, and the rest. I removed the gloves, and then the boots. Before proceeding any further, I turned the boots upside down, watching yellow liquid pour out of them. I may have to get new ones. After that, I removed my underclothes until I was wearing just my skin. I dipped my hand into the stream, and began to rinse off my legs. If there’s one piece of advice I can give you, if you ever plan on visiting Skyrim.
Don’t. Ever. Pee. In. Your. Pants.
It’s a pain. Look at me, for example. I’m sitting here, stark naked, washing my thighs off with cold-as-hell water, with a chilling breeze blowing across my body. I’m freezing here, and I’m totally miserable. I’m probably going to come down with hypothermia. I realize that it was probably acceptable, given the fact that if I hadn’t decided to go in my underclothes, I’d probably be a pile of ash right now. But still...
Once I was convinced that I had removed the smell of pee from my body, I donned my armor once again. I decided the best thing to do right now was to head back to Jorrvaskr and tell Kodlak of what occurred. I was exhausted. Between fighting that dragon and dealing with the agony of all that desperation... who wouldn’t be?
---
Kodlak, Vilkas, Aela, Skjor, and Farkas all just stared at me. Let’s see if I can match the expressions with an appropriate adjective. Astonishment, bewilderment, awe, confusion, and... derp. Yeah. The best word I can use to describe Farkas’ face is “derp”. I don’t know what else to call it. The man looks thicker than a horker’s hide.
“A dragon?” Vilkas asked. “As in, scales, wings, fire breath?”
“The one and the same.” I answered. “The corpse is out near the western watch tower, and the Whiteun guard can verify if you truly don’t believe me.”
“The Companions are based on honor and integrity.” Kodlak explained. “If I thought you were a liar, I would not have given you the chance to prove yourself. I believe you speak the truth, Karlie.”
“Thank you, Kodlak.”
“It seems our initial judgement of you was... premature.” Skjor commented. “I had heard dragons were returning to Skyrim, but I never thought a new blood would slay one.”
“So, about that bandit job...” I asked.
“I think we forego that as your initiation rite.” Kodlak laughed. “But the job is still there if you want some extra coin. Best grab it before someone else does.”
“Right now, I’d simply love to sleep.” I sighed.
“Understandable.” replied Kodlak. “Go on down and get yourself some rest. You’ve earned it.”
The first thing I did was collapse in a chair next to the fire. I grabbed a honey nut treat and began munching. After sitting out in that air naked, rubbing freezing water over myself, it felt so good to sit by the fire like this, munch on some sweets, drink some ale, and before I knew it, I was passed out where I sat...
More to come later |
ANYWAY! Before we get too swept up in this discussion...
No omorashi is present in this particular part, as it is more intended to set up the parameters for the main storyline.
Part 2:
“Hey new blood! Get up!”
I awoke with a start. Skjor’s grim visage would have startled anyone though.
“We’re moving up your initiation. Something has come up that demands the Companions’ immediate attention.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“A scholar claims to have found the location of a fragment of Wuuthrad.”
“What’s that?”
Skjor crossed his arms and gave me an irritated look. “It’s a relic that’s an integral part of the Companions’ history; the axe that was wielded by Ysgramor himself. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you haven’t heard of it, not being a nord yourself.”
I ignored the “not a nord” remark. “So what do I have to do with this?”
“If this scholar is right, then the honor of the Companions demands we retrieve the fragment. Which is a great opportunity for you.”
“How so?”
“You’re going to retrieve it. Aela has offered to accompany you, and she will judge your worthiness in combat.”
My eyes widened. Aela didn’t strike me as the type of person who would jump on the chance to help a “new blood”. More than that, I was amazed that I would be entrusted to undergoing such an important task.
Skjor looked at me and raised an eyebrow as if he knew what I was thinking. “Don’t let it go to your head, whelp. This isn’t some quest for ultimate glory. You’re just retrieving a fragment that carries importance to our history while proving your honor to us in the process.”
“I understand.”
“Try not to get Aela killed.” he scoffed.
“Aela is undoubtedly a terrific warrior.” I retorted. “If she dies, it is her own fault, not mine.”
Skjor made just the slightest smirk. “Good point.” He uncrossed his arms and walked over to the other side of the central table. “Aela’s getting geared up at Adrianne’s forge. Meet her there when you’re ready.”
I have to say, it still astounded me how the events of the previous day led to such quick advancement here. Even skeptics like Skjor were beginning to warm up to me. Was it luck? Fate? Who knew? I fastened my belt and headed out the doors.
I squinted as the light of the sun beat onto my eyes. Clear days in Skyrim were weird. You had the warmth of the sun on you, while still getting assaulted by the cold winds. And so, your body doesn’t know whether it should be cold or hot, constantly switching between the two. How the hell do nords put up with this?
Regardless of the problems of my body temperature, I shouldn’t keep Aela waiting. I started down the steps when...
“You! You have come to hear the words of Talos?” A robed monk shouted at me.
“Um... no, I’m sorry.” I answered.
“Your presence here is no coincidence, I can feel it!” He yelled. “Even if you had not intended it, the mighty Talos has led you here to me!”
“Brother,” I sighed “I assure you, the reason I’m here-”
“Is because you are to be the instrument in the plans of our Lord! It is you who are to deliver Skyrim from the hands of the Thalmor! To allow the the servants of Talos to be able worship him again, openly and without fear!”
I shook my head. “Not sure how you came to that conclusion, but right now the only thing I’m interested in is finding my friend.”
“Maybe you do not realize it yet, but the great and mighty Talos will-”
“Heimskr, shut up.” Said a deep female voice. The dark elf woman from before, Irileth.
“You cannot silence the words of Talos!” He cried.
“I can silence you, however.” Irileth replied dryly. “Leave before I call the guards to arrest you for disturbing the peace.”
Heimskr grumbled to himself, but obediently walked away. Standing next to a tall statue of Talos, he continued to preach in that obnoxiously loud voice.
“Does he always shout when he talks?” I asked.
“Yes. Though I’m not sure if he’s touched by the gods or touched in the head.” Irileth responded. She then turned to me. “The Jarl wishes to speak to you about the dragon incident. Will you come with me?”
I suppose there was time. If not, I’d explain that I have prior engagements. “All right.” We went up the long flight of steps, and sitting there at the summit, was the amazing piece of architecture they call Dragonsreach. “It’s a lot bigger up close.”
“This way.” Irileth led me inside to the main hall. Which, again, was huge. Large support columns that towered over you, two long banquet tables and a central fire pit. There at the end of the hall, sat the Jarl on his thrown. He seemed to be in a rather heated argument with two other members of the court. One wore rather fancy clothing, while the other wore a set of scaled armor.
“It can only mean that the prophecies are coming true!” Said the man in the armor.
“How can you put your faith in some silly prophecy that has no basis in fact?” replied the other man. “There’s no reason to assume that the world is ending!”
“There is plenty of reason.” said the Jarl. “A dragon returning to Skyrim tells us all we need to know.”
“My point exactly! If all the dragons are slain, how can they be coming back?” said the armored man.
“There is only one inconsistency: there is no Dragonborn in this time that we know of.”
I walked up. “My Jarl, is this about the dragon incident from the other night?”
“My lord, this is Karlie.” Irileth gestured at me. “She is the young warrior who felled the dragon from earlier.”
“Ah.” The Jarls looked me up and down. “Not exactly the biggest warrior that walked the land. But as they say, ‘Good things come in small packages’.”
“You were the one who slew that beast!?” the armored man cried out in astonishment.
“Hrongar,” said Irileth, “I witnessed the event myself. There is no need for skepticism, unless you doubt my words.”
“Forgive me,” Hrongar replied. “I did not expect it to be someone so... young.”
“Is everyone going to pester me about my age?” I said under my breath.
“Well, Karlie, have you seen it yet? What became of the beast you slew?”
“I have not. Did something happen?”
“You could say that.” The Jarl answered. “The corpse of the creature is gone. One of the Pelagius farmers say that he saw another dragon breathe life back into it.”
My eyes about popped out, and my jaw dropped down. “How is that possible!? I plunged my sword deep into its head!”
“Are you aware of the legends of the dragons?” the Jarl asked. “It is said that mere men cannot slay them.”
“Well, I’m a woman, so-”
“The semantics make no difference! The only way to truly kill a dragon, is to absorb its very soul. Something that can only be done by a man or woman who is also gifted with the blood of dragons... a Dragonborn.”
“Apparently,” said the fine-clothed man, “The nords have a prophecy that the world will end when the dragons return.”
“It is true, Proventus!” The Jarl growled. “And only a Dragonborn can deliver us from that fate. But there have been no Dragonborns since the Septim line ended two hundred years ago.”
“What does it mean?” I asked.
The Jarl’s brow furrowed in worry. “I... do not know.” He rose from his throne. “But I did not call you here to debate it. I wanted to personally thank you for the service you’ve done for my hold.” He handed me a large satchel of gold. There must have been at least five hundred pieces there.
“Wow... thank you, my lord.” To be honest, I wasn’t expecting anything more than a pat on the head.
“Perhaps if another dragon should attack, you could lead my men in the attack.” He laughed.
“Maybe.” I answered. “At the moment, the Companions have a task for me. I need to tend to that before anything else.”
“I understand.” said the Jarl.
“Excuse me, my lord, but there is another matter that needs tending to.” Proventus said. “It’s another letter from General Tullius.”
“Again!? Do these Imperials not understand a simple answer!?”
That was definitely my queue to leave. No need to get absorbed in civil war matters again. Without hesitation, I quickly slipped out the doors... |
The Elder Scrolls V
SKYRIM: DISTORTION
Honor and glory to me,
as I stand and I pee,
then pity my poor left boot.
“Are you prepared?” Aela asked me.
“As prepared as I can be.” I answered. “What about you?”
“I replaced my bow string and purchased a few more arrows.” She said. “I don’t think we need much. These tombs rarely have more than a handful of draugr.”
“Where are we headed anyway?”
“Dustman’s Cairn.” she said. “It’s a nordic ruin to the northwest of Whiterun.”
“Well I have my sword and my armor.” I said as I pet my hilt. “I really don’t need anything more.”
“Then let’s head out!”
We stepped out the front gates, and so began our quest. It was like something from a story. Two beautiful heroines on a search for the fragment of... whatever that name was. Resolved, determined, and prepared for anything that the world wished to throw our way.
As we walked, I looked at Aela. A curious woman. Her dress and appearance reminded me of the tales of some huntresses that lived out in Valenwood. Strong, skilled, sexy, and deadly with a bow. Aela had that sense about her. Giving off an aura of strength, it seemed almost... animal-like.
“So how did you become a part of the Companions, Aela?” I asked.
“The women in my family have a proud history of being in the Companions.” she replied with a prideful smile. “My mother, her mother, and so on. We were all huntresses.” she paused for a minute and looked up at the sky. “I regret that my mother was not here to see me when I joined the Companions, but I have been here since that day and fight for the glory of my brothers and sisters.”
“That’s... admirable.” I remarked. An entire lineage of Companions... if there is one thing about the nords that I do respect, it’s their regard for tradition.
“What about yourself?” she asked me. “Were you born here in Skyrim?”
“I was actually raised in Cyrodiil. My family and I grew up in the town of Bruma.”
“Ah, so must have acclimated well to Skyrim’s climate when you moved.”
I nodded. “The cold weather was familiar. I knew the customs of the nords. When I got into my teen years, one of the mages there began to tutor me in some basic spells. At the same time, I learned the art of the sword.”
“It sounds like you’ve been living a full life.”
“One would think.” I laughed. “Between bandits, wild animals, and gods-know-what-else, it’s almost necessary to learn to fight in this land.”
“So why did you move to Skyrim?”
“I don’t know really.” I answered. “It was almost as if it... called to me. One day I just felt like I should continue my life there.”
“I’m sure you’ve noticed that it isn’t a land for the weak.” said Aela.
“Indeed not. Giants, mammoths, falmer, saber cats... I hear there have even been sightings of vampires and werewolves.”
“I’ve heard the same tales.” Aela responded. “The vampire ones are true, I’ve killed some myself, but wolves can be found all throughout Skyrim. It would not surprise me if someone saw one that was a little bigger than usual and jumped to conclusions.”
I nodded in agreement, then took out a small flask from my pocket.
“You’re drinking before a fight?” Aela asked in confusion.
“No,” I laughed, “It’s just water. It’s important to stay hydrated when traveling, or can exhaust yourself a lot faster.”
“Ah, good point.”
“Do you need some?” I handed the flask to her.
“Sure.” Aela accepted the flask and took a big drink. “Thank you.”
She handed it back to me and I looked down the top. “Is there anything left?”
“Should be some.” Aela answered. “Not to worry. I don’t think this hunt is going to be very long.”
We had been so engaged in our conversation, I just about blew my own mind when I saw the nordic ruins sticking out from the ground in front of me. “We’re here already?”
“That’s correct.” Aela hopped onto the rim of the dome-like structure and made her way to the top. “Come on! The entrance is through here.” She jumped down and disappeared. I quickly made my own way up and jumped in. Much like how history texts described it, the entrance had a large door made of solid, black iron. The dragon-like bust that covered the front was rather... intimidating.
I took a step forward, bracing myself for the horrors that lurked within... and I was stopped. It seemed subtle at first, but something felt like it was beginning to push down inside me. Not here, not now. I thought. With any luck, we’d be out of the ruins before things became... dire.
____
One step inside, and we already new there was trouble. Ebony sarcophagi lined the walls... all of which were open, and the occupants splayed on the floor, cut down by a blade.
“Apparently, we aren’t the first ones here.” I commented.
“Indeed not. Keep your eyes open.” Aela responded.
One couldn’t help but be extremely alert. Evil-looking corpses lying about, cut down by an unknown assailant. You’d be an idiot to ignore the signs. We headed down the passageway in the back of the main chamber. Navigating the twisting corridors, we cautiously proceeded through the catacombs, until we heard soft, fleshy footsteps down the hall.
“Draugr.” Aela said. “The guardians of the old tombs. Woe to those who should disturb their sleep.”
“But it wasn’t us!” I replied.
“Do you believe they will discriminate?” Aela asked rhetorically.
“...No. I guess not.”
With the quietest footsteps I could possibly make, I crept forward. Step by step, inching my way towards the corner. Closer... closer... a little closer, and I turned the corner to-
A draugr. Right there, in front of me. Its desiccated face and glowing eyes looking right at me. The monster raised its arm, axe in hand...
Fwip!
I blinked only once, and the walking corpse was gone. I looked left, right, behind me, nothing. Then I looked down. Off to the side was the draugr, laying just as still as the day he was entombed, an arrow protruding from his skull. I looked over at Aela to see her standing with her bow in hand.
“Close call.” she said.
“Thanks for having my back.” I replied.
Onward through the musty tunnels, the smell of death became stronger and stronger. The air was becoming quite thin the deeper we went. Nevertheless, I was here to prove my honor to the Companions. I wouldn’t let a little air deprivation stop me from earning my place in Jorrvaskr. I pressed on, head held high. Though I suppose the lack of air was only one of several problems, such as the ever-growing problem within my bladder.
We arrived at another large chamber. There were two apparent ways out, aside from the way we just came in. A large arch to the left and right.
“You check one, I’ll check the other?” I asked.
“Good idea.”
I took the left. As I walked in, I took a quick look around, trying to take my mind of need to urinate, but to no avail. I began squeezing my legs together, anxious to try and give myself just the slightest reprieve. After my quick examination of the room, I realized that this was just a small side chamber. Nothing in here but a few burial urns and coins left in tribute.
“See anything over there?” I yelled, legs pressed together tightly.
“There’s a gate here, but I don’t see any way to open it.” Aela responded from the right arch.
I took another look around, then seeing a large lever on a small table. How I missed it before, I have no idea.
“Let me try something.” I walked over and pulled on the lever. Damn thing was rusted tightly. I pulled and pulled until I finally jarred it loose. The sound of grinding metal then came from above me. Before I could react, a metal gate dropped down and trapped me inside the chamber.
I ran over to the bars, grabbed them and uselessly pulled on them as if my strength could actually lift these super heavy behemoths.
“Gaah!” I screamed as my hands went in between my thighs. Did you know that stress acts as a good diuretic? Neither did I until now. The pain in my lower abdomen began to gnaw at me in ways you can’t imagine.
Aela walked over looking at my predicament with disdain. “See where your haste has gotten you?”
“Yeah yeah...” I groaned, quickly removing my hands from my crotch. “Can you just let me out?”
“One moment.” Aela looked around quickly, and saw another lever on the wall. “Let’s see if that does the trick. Before she could move though, the other gate opened. From it, emerged four warriors dressing in hide armor. Each one had a silver sword in hand.
“That’s one of them!” the lead man said, pointing to Aela.
“She doesn’t wear the armor of the rest.” said another.
“But we’ve seen her before! She accompanies the rest of them!”
“I say we put her down, just to be safe.”
Aela looked at each of the attackers with extreme hatred. “‘Safe’ is not the term I would use to describe your situation.”
I pounded on the gate again, hoping by some miracle I could break myself free. My own idiocy was going to result in Aela’s death. I shouldn’t have been so quick to dismiss Skjor’s comment. This can’t be happening!
In that moment, Aela dropped her bow. She seemed to... morph. Her skin, her very shape began to shift. It was if she was growing... fur? Suddenly I found myself staring at a bipedal wolf of great mass. It howled loudly, and the four attackers stepped back.
“G-get her!”
One of them charged forward, only to take a massive claw to the face. Then another came forward, getting another claw for his troubles. I closed my eyes, I knew where this was going. Even so, I could hear the screaming, the sound of claw tearing flesh and bones splitting. It was gruesome. Within a few seconds, the noises ceased, and I dared to uncover my face. Well... I think I’ll spare you the details of what I saw. Suffice it to say, it wasn’t pretty.
The gate rose up, and Aela walked from around the corner. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” she said. “I hope it wasn’t too frightening.”
“You’re... a werewolf?”
“Surprised? I’m sure it makes that last conversation feel pretty awkward.” she laughed. “Members of the Circle are granted the power to become as beasts.”
“This is common knowledge?” I asked.
“No. You’ve been allowed to know before your appointed time.” Aela’s face changed into one of concern. “I hope this doesn’t deter you from joining. I can assure you, we are in full control when we transform.”
“I’m just... a little bewildered.” I responded. I felt my stomach start to turn. It really was a lot to take in at once. Just that one thing, that werewolves were real, and that some of the Companions were werewolves themselves. I fell down on one knee.
“Are you all right?” Aela walked over to help me up.
“I’ll be fine.” I answered. “It’s... just the smell. Let’s move on so we can breathe fresh air again.”
“Who were they anyways?”
“Members of the Silver Hand.” Aela answered. “A group of werewolf hating fanatics. They would love nothing more than to see the Circle killed.”
“Then there’s probably more of them inside.”
“Agreed.”
Well, I won’t bore you with the details. A draugr here, a Silver Hand there, a few traps and even a bit of treasure. Suffice it to say, there was a lot that happened on the way to our destination, but nothing extremely noteworthy. Well, maybe except the headshot Aela got on one of the Silver Hand who I bet was more than fifty meters away.
The fights with the dragur were almost welcome, though. At least that required full attention, and the pain of my filling bladder seemed to disappear... for a while. That was nearly an hour ago. The agony was immense by now. Absolutely impossible to ignore. Aela was in front of me, so perhaps she wouldn’t see me in my desperation. I began to massage my-
Well, you get the idea.
We arrived in a room absolutely filled with sarcophagi. Lining every wall, with a single one placed right in the center, next to a large stone structure with writing of some unknown language on it. Oh and there was one little detail I forgot. All of those sarcophagi were open, draugr strewn across the floor, cut down by a blade. As I looked up near that stone... thing, there was a woman, about mid to late forty’s clad in leather armor, a thin, curved blade strapped to her side, and in her hand, a metal fragment.
Aela immediately drew her bow, readied an arrow and pointed it straight at the woman. “That doesn’t belong to you! It’s the property of the Companions, and I will kill you before I let you take it!”
The woman seemed unfazed by Aela’s threats. “Well now that you’re here, I don’t have to take it.” she said calmly.
Aela’s stance didn’t relax at all. “What do you mean? What do you want with me?”
“Not you.” the woman answered. “Her.” She pointed a finger directly at me.
“Me? What did I do?” I asked.
“You killed a dragon.” the woman replied. “Or so everyone thought.”
Aela gave the woman the most elaborate scowl. “Just who are you anyway!?”
“My name is Delphine. Riverwood Innkeeper and local adventurer.”
Both of us cocked an eyebrow. You rarely here of a stranger occupation combination.
“So what about me killing a dragon?” I asked.
“There are very few that have the skill to fell one of those beasts. No one has since the time of the Akaviri.” she explained. “But when you killed it, nothing happened, correct?”
“What do mean, ‘nothing’?”
“You didn’t absorb any power from it. It’s skin didn’t suddenly vanish.”
“How...?”
“Only the Dragonborn have that ability.” she said. “But even still, it is difficult to take on such a beast and survive. You must have exceptional skill in battle.”
“Well... I...” I stuttered. That was quite the compliment.
“I’m sorry, I leaked the information about the Wuuthrad fragment in the hopes that you would be sent after it, Karlie.” said Delphine.
“Why?” I asked with slight irritation. “You still haven’t said what it is you need me for.”
“Meet me at the inn in Riverwood. We’ll discuss it.”
“Why all this secrecy?”
“I’ll explain at Riverwood.” Delphine picked up the fragment and tossed it to Aela. “Here. For your trouble.”
Both Aela and I watched the fragment fly through the air, determined not to let it fall and let it be lost forever. Aela managed to catch it, but when we turned our attention back to Delphine, she was already gone.
“What was all that about?” Aela asked.
“I honestly have no idea.” I replied. “I’m just as baffled as you.”
“Do you intend to go see what she wants?”
I paused. I really wasn’t sure. She was willing to go through a lot of trouble to get my attention, but was being extremely secretive. “I... have to admit that I am curious. I may have to visit later.”
But for now, there was something else that needed tending to. As I squeezed my legs together again, a small whimper escaped between my clenched teeth.
“Is something wrong?” Aela must have caught my whimper.
There was no hiding it anymore. The pain was too great. Dignity be damned. “I... I really have to pee.”
Aela laughed. “Is that all? This is Skyrim, Karlie, and we nords may be a proud people but everyone has to pee.” We stopped in a long, narrow hallway.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Watch and see.” Aela’s hands went to her hips, and reached under the skirt of her armor. I raised a skeptical brow as she began to slide a leather thong all the way down her legs. She turned and faced the wall of the corridor, then bent back a little, spread her legs apart, lifted her skirt up, giving me a clear view of her... lady parts, and then opened it wide with her forefingers.
“What do you think you’re-” before I could finish, a forceful stream of pale yellow began to jet out from between her thighs, loudly splattering onto the stone wall. It was agonizing watching someone else pee when I had to go so badly already. The cobbled stones began to darken as Aela’s urine flowed downward, pooling up into a dark puddle against the edge of the wall slowly expanding and drowning the tiny mushrooms that sprouted from the cracks in the ground. What’s worse, the aroma of her urine quickly began to fill the narrow hallway. Nearly every sense of body was being pressured now. Sight, sound, smell, and of course the feeling of massive amounts of urine filling my own bladder.
Spurt!
My muscles spasmed. That quick relax-then-tighten was just enough for a brief jet of urine to dampen my own underclothes. And despite the torture of it all, I continued watching Aela pee on the wall, agonizing myself to no end. I don’t know. Personally I had no idea a woman could pee standing up with such grace and poise so maybe I was just admiring her for that.
At last, that jet stream of pee began to rescind to a trickle, then just a few drops leaking out of her body. Aela shook her hips around and then took the front of her skirt to wipe the excess drops from herself.
“Now your turn.” she said to me.
“Nooooooooo way!!!” I exclaimed. “I’m not going to just... pee like that all of a sudden!”
Aela rolled her eyes. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll step out while you go.” She walked out the corridor and closed the wood doors at the end.
“Well, I-I suppose I don’t have much of a choice...” I stuttered. I reached for my own undergarments and began to slide them down my legs. Then I did just as Aela had. I spread my legs apart, bent back a little... but with everything “down there” all closed up, how was any pee supposed to come out without splattering everywhere?
“Aw, forget it! I’ll squat like usual.”
I squatted down like normal and finally began to relax my muscles, and something began to snake its way through my body and out of my-
Pee began jetting out of me with more force than Aela’s did. It splattered wildly against the stone floor, spraying the insides of my thighs with millions of warm droplets, and a bubbly puddle forming beneath me. I started to panic as my legs became more and more moist from my urine. I tried to cut the flow, but it was all coming out so strong and so fast, and to be honest, it just felt too damn good. And so, I knew I had no choice. Even though I was still peeing, I tried to stand up. A jet of warm fluid began spraying down the side of my leg and down my boot. As quickly as I could, I bent myself back, spread my legs apart, held open the edges of my... parts, and...
I did it. I couldn’t help but smile as a clean stream of my urine began to spray the wall. “Success!” I silently exclaimed. I sighed in both relief and satisfaction, watching my bodily fluids pour down the wall, seeping into the cracks between stones and turning into a large bubbly puddle below. I watched with an odd sense of curiosity as my puddle of urine began to make its way towards Aela’s. The two dark liquid masses merged together, making it seems like a troll might have left it. Two large puddles of pee from two warrior women. I really wasn’t sure what to make of that.
The jet of pee shrunk down into a stream, and then a trickle, then a few drops flowing down my crotch. And so I looked down to see what the damage was. My thighs weren’t soaked, but all that urine that sprayed onto them from the stone floor had made them fairly damp, and then the inner part of my left boot had a dark trail going along it, clearly indicating that I “missed”. I couldn’t just sit there and wait for it to dry, nor did I have anything to wipe with. I quickly slid my underwear back on and walked out to face the music.
I stepped out the doors and Aela immediately noticed my boot. “It didn’t work?” she asked.
“Not right away...” I mumbled and relayed the heroic tale of my peeing in the dark hall to her.
Much to my surprise, Aela smiled in a sympathetic manner. “I’ve no doubt the gods did not intend for us women to pee while standing. It takes some practice. Gods know I’ve done my share of ‘missing’.”
It was a little comforting to hear that she had gone through similar ordeals and that I’m not just some special peeing-while-standing failure, though it didn’t take away the embarrassment of the fact that I peed on my own boot.
Aela slapped me on the shoulder. “You’ll get the hang of it as we continue adventuring. Don’t worry, the others don’t know what we faced here, so as far as they know, you just stepped in a small creek.”
I nodded. Still humiliated, but I knew she was right. “Thanks, Aela.”
“Now, let’s get this fragment back to Jorrvaskr.”
____
We returned to Jorrvaskr, and quite frankly I couldn’t wait to fall asleep drinking ale again. I could use a good nap. I was just about to reach for the door...
“This way, Karlie.”
Aela began to lead me around the building. Was there some reason we had to go through the back doors? Eh, whatever. I followed her anyway. Though, I have to say, what I saw back there caught me off guard. Kodlak, Vilkas, Farkas, and Skjor were all standing around that little sparring ring. They appeared to be expecting me. What could they want?
“Welcome back, Karlie.” Kodlak said to me. “Were you successful?”
“I was.” I responded and gestured to Aela, who showed everyone the fragment we retrieved.
“Well done, girl.” Kodlak responded. “Then with that, I think it’s time you were officially inducted into the ranks of the Companions.” Kodlak beckoned Aela forward, who walked over and stood next to him. “Brothers and sisters of the Circle, today we welcome a new soul into our mortal fold. This girl has endured, has challenged, and has shown her valor. Who here will speak for her?”
Aela spoke up. “I stand witness to the courage and valor of the soul before us.”
Kodlak looked over to Aela. “Would you raise your shield in her defense?”
“I would stand to her back, so that the world may never overtake us.”
“And would you raise your sword in her honor?”
“It stands ready to meet the blood of her foes.”
“And would you raise a mug in her name?”
“I would lead the song of triumph as our mead hall reveled in her stories.”
Kodlak smiled. “Then the judgement of this Circle is complete.”
“Welcome to the Companions, Karlie.” said Farkas.
“Welcome indeed.” said Aela.
I smiled. It felt great to be in the company of such noble people. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was home. |
This is a story I recently thought about writing. I've got one chapter finished and I hope that it brings joy to whoever reads it. After reading this, when commenting, I would like to see any criticism, ideas, tips, and suggestions for later on in the story that you might have. Without further ado, here's the story!
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Danielle drove around the parking lot, looking for a parking space, but the employee parking lot was nearly filled. It was her first day of work at Andrews Corp. and she had been slowed down by traffic, so she was running behind. What was worse, her bladder was half full from the two cups of tea she had that morning and she knew there was no way she would have enough time to pee before the day started.
Finally, Danielle found a parking space. “Yes!”
As quickly as she could, Danielle parked in the space and shut off her car. She glanced at her watch and grabbed her purse. The time was 7:50 am and she only had ten minutes to get to the top floor where her office was. She still had to pick up her ID card and take the elevator. She hoped she would make it in time.
Once she was out, Danielle slammed her car door shut and locked all of the doors with a button on her key ring. With her purse in hand, she hurried towards the front steps of the building. She was going to be the personal assistant of Katherine Andrews, the sole owner of Andrews Corp. and the wealthiest woman in Lewisville. Though Danielle felt nervous, she was very excited about her new job. She really needed the high pay that she was offered for the position, as it would help a great deal with paying her rent, car payments, and other important expenses.
Danielle entered the main lobby and hurried towards the front desk where a friendly-looking man in a black business suit and red tie was waiting. Luckily, there was no line.
Thank goodness! Danielle thought.
The man behind the desk smiled at Danielle when he saw her and he looked her up and down with his eyes. She was wearing a gray business jacket and a gray skirt. The skirt hung down to her knees, revealing her lovely, tanned legs. She had lovely, shoulder-length brown hair, which covered the shoulder strap of her purse, which hung from her right shoulder.
“May I have your driver’s license please?” the man asked.
Danielle nodded and reached into her purse. “Yes, I’ll get it.” She pulled it out and handed it to the man.
While waiting to receive her ID card, Danielle quickly glanced around at all of the people in the lobby. She saw a lot of men and women of various skin tones and skin types, wearing their own business attire. The lobby itself was lit with fancy-looking light fixtures in the ceiling, several feet above, and filled with small tables covered with magazines and brochures containing information about Andrews Corp, dark-blue leather chairs, and pots holding green plants with large leaves, to give it a welcoming feel.
“Here you go,” the man behind the desk said.
Danielle returned her attention to him and thanked him as she took her ID card and her driver’s license from him. She shoved her license back into her purse and hurried around the desk, towards the hallway that led to the elevators. As she hurried through the hallway, she quickly glanced at her watch. The time was 7:56 am.
Up ahead, a man wearing a blue t-shirt and gray khakis walked into one of the elevators and Danielle glanced up as he got in.
“Hold the elevator!” Danielle cried.
Hearing her voice, the man turned around and held the doors open with one hand so she could get in.
“Thank you!” Danielle said as she slipped inside. “I was afraid I was going to be late!”
David let the doors close and held out his hand to Danielle. “My name’s David.”
Danielle took his hand and shook it, taking in his brown eyes, dark, wavy brown hair, the small, dark patch of hair directly underneath his lower lip, and his handsome face. “I’m Danielle.”
“Are you new here?” David asked.
Danielle nodded. “Yes. Today is my first day as Katherine Andrews’ assistant.”
David raised both of his eyebrows and grinned. “Well, I hope you can handle the job. She really cracks the whip. She’s also very strict about not letting her assistants leave their office between break times. Her last two assistants couldn’t handle it. One of them wet herself in the lobby. The other one quit and threatened to press charges for sexual abuse, but never went through with it.”
A look of disgust appeared on Danielle’s face when she heard about the employee wetting herself in the lobby. “Ew. The assistant who wet herself should have managed her time better. There are breaks during the day and if she didn’t use them wisely, then it was her own fault that she humiliated herself.”
David frowned and shook his head at Danielle. “You’re cold. That remark of yours made me feel a chill on my spine.”
Just then, the elevator stopped on the sixth floor and the doors opened.
“Well, this is where I get off,” David said. “Don’t freeze the elevator and cover the cables with sleet once I’m gone.”
David left the elevator and the doors closed behind him. Danielle quickly pressed the button for the twelfth floor and found herself regretting the comment she made as she glanced at her watch. She only had one minute to get to her office and she knew that whether or not she made it in time, she would not be able to pee until her first break and that wasn’t until ten. By then, she knew she would really need to go.
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The elevator doors parted and Danielle rushed out into the hallway on the twelfth floor. She walked about ten feet and then went left, around a corner, where she came to a security station. There was a small doorway in the middle of the hall and standing to one side was a security guard in uniform. The security guard was very tall and very muscular. He had black skin and a short moustache above his upper lip. Hanging from his belt was a can of pepper spray, though he definitely didn’t need it.
He looks like he could wrestle with a lion and win, Danielle thought as she approached him.
Beside the guard, on the right side of the doorway was an ID card scanner. The guard crossed his arms and watched as Danielle swiped her card through. A green light appeared on the scanner and the guard motioned for her to continue on. With a friendly smile at the guard, she hurried past, around a sharp curve, towards the doors that led to Katherine Andrews’ office. She pulled them open from the outside and walked in.
Across the room from Danielle was Katherine Andrews, looking out at the city through the glass wall at the back of her office. From where she was, a person could see all of the skyscrapers behind Andrews Corp., as well as the small businesses beyond them. The floor of Katherine’s office was covered with dark-blue tiles, with little speckles of brown on them, and all around the walls of her office were small statues, sitting on three-foot tall, white stands.
Katherine glanced down at her watch and saw that the time was exactly 8:00 am. She smirked and turned around to look at her new assistant. “Well, you made it at the last second, so I won’t be firing you on your first day.”
Danielle nodded. “I tried so hard to get to my office on time. I even left home early, but the traffic, it slowed me down and-”
Katherine’s smirk disappeared and her face became expressionless. “Don’t make excuses for not being in your own office at eight. You made it here and I’m willing to let it go for today. Besides, I’m still interested in seeing how good of an assistant you are.”
Danielle nodded. “Thank you Miss Andrews.”
Katherine motioned for Danielle to follow. “Come with me Danielle.”
The two of them walked through a side doorway, to the right of Katherine’s desk, where a second, smaller office was located. The floor of Danielle’s office had the same floor tiles as the larger room just outside. There was a desk at the center of the room with a row of filing cabinets against the wall behind it. Sitting on the top of the desk was a laptop computer, a Personal Data Assistant, a box of tissues, a phone, a twenty oz. bottle of water, and a sign with Danielle’s full name on it.
For a moment, Danielle forgot about her bladder as she took a seat behind her very own desk and set her purse on the floor. She was so excited to have her own office right beside Katherine’s. With a smile on her face, she opened up the laptop, ready to begin the work day.
Katherine pointed at the bottle of water. “That is a gift from me to you. I hope you accept it as my way of welcoming you to the corporation.”
Danielle glanced at the bottle and then remembered that she would need to use the restroom very soon. The urgency of the situation she would soon find herself in made the idea of drinking the water extremely unappealing. “Miss Andrews, thank you for the water, but I’m fine. I don’t really need it.”
Katherine frowned. “It’s a gift. It would be rude of you not to accept it and enjoy it. I can’t have you drying up and withering away on me.”
Not wanting to upset her boss, Danielle picked up the bottle and unscrewed the cap. She took a large gulp and the cold water felt good as it went over her tongue and down her throat. “Thank you Miss Andrews,” she said.
Katherine smiled as she watched Danielle put the cap back on the bottle and set it on the tile floor underneath her desk. “Well, I hope your first day goes well. On your computer is a file with a list of phone numbers for you to call. They are the numbers of small-business owners throughout the Lewisville area and I want you to call them to confirm our meetings with them tomorrow. I am expecting a few phone calls myself, so I need to be sure that you will answer them.”
As Katherine turned away, Danielle decided to ask her a quick question. “Um, Miss Andrews? Where is the restroom on this floor?”
Upon hearing the question, a wicked smile appeared on Katherine’s face and she replied without turning around. “It’s right outside my office, just to the right of the doorway. If you need it, you’ll just have to wait until your first break.”
Danielle found it odd that Katherine answered her question without looking at her. She watched with one eyebrow raised as Katherine left the room and returned to her own desk. Knowing how the next two hours were going to turn out, she thought about asking to use the restroom but was certain that the answer would be no.
Then, Danielle’s phone rang and she quickly answered. “Hello, this is Danielle Smith, Katherine Andrews’ assistant. How may I help you?”
It was a small-business owner on the phone, calling to reschedule a meeting that Miss Andrews had with him that day for Thursday, which was three days away. Holding the receiver between her head and shoulder, she quickly opened up the meeting schedule for that whole week, on her computer, and looked for a time when the meeting could be rescheduled.
“How about Thursday, at two in the afternoon?” Danielle asked. “Would that work for you?”
“Yes, that should be fine.” replied the man on the phone.
Danielle smiled and quickly rescheduled the meeting. “Miss Andrews and I will see you then. Have a nice day.”
Once the conversation was over, Danielle hung up the phone and quickly opened up the file with the list of phone numbers Katherine told her about. One by one, she called the numbers to confirm the meetings. After that, she looked at her PDA and found that for that morning, she had quite a few projects to do. She had to create five different presentations using graphs and charts, which would take up half of her day.
Well, at least I’ll be able to keep busy until my break gets here, she thought, hoping that the time would pass by quickly.
After getting through the phone calls, Danielle got right to work on the presentations. Every few minutes, she saved her work and glanced at the clock on the wall.
As the minutes ticked by, Danielle’s bladder continued to gradually fill. She also found herself feeling thirsty while working and she took a few more sips from the bottle of the water she had been given. The water that she drank added to the flow of liquid through her system.
By nine thirty, she was bouncing her knees up and down and found that her bladder was really distracting her. Oh god, how can I concentrate on my work when I need to pee? The break better hurry up and get here!
When her break was only five minutes away, Danielle was half-way through the second presentation. Knowing that relief was just minutes away distracted her even more, but she continued working anyway.
When the first break of the day came, Danielle heard a beeping sound come from Katherine Andrews’ desk. She stood up, happy that break time had arrived. She watched as Katherine stood up as well and walked towards the doors that led into the hall quickly.
Well, it’s time to pee! Danielle thought excitedly. She left her office and followed Katherine Andrews to the restroom. As her boss walked in and closed the door, she looked to the right and sure enough, there was the restroom, just like she had been told. On the door was a sign that let her know that it was for both sexes to use.
Filled with anticipation for her needed relief, Danielle knocked on the door. “Hello? Miss Andrews, how long will you be in there?”
After a few seconds of silence, she heard Katherine’s voice coming out from the other side. “I’m going to be in here a while.”
“How long will you be in there?” Danielle repeated.
“Probably for the entire break,” Katherine replied. “You should try the lobby restrooms.”
Thinking that was a good idea, Danielle hurried through the hall, towards the security station. She found that the large security guard was no longer there, so she hurried to the elevator doors, which were closed. She quickly pressed the down button and waited for the elevator. While waiting, she quickly glanced at her watch and found that she only had eight minutes left before her ten-minute break was over.
“Please hurry elevator,” Danielle whispered. Luckily, just as she spoke, the doors opened and she slipped inside. She pressed the button for the first floor and the elevator went down, towards the lobby.
After a short ride, the elevator stopped on the bottom floor and she hurried out. Luckily, the restrooms were not far away. At the end of the hallway, just behind the front desk, there was a sign for the restrooms. She hurried towards the sign, turned to the right, and saw a short hall that led to the relief she needed. She hurried into that little hallway and squeezed past two men who were on their way out.
I hope there’s space in there, Danielle thought. She pushed the door open for the ladies’ restroom and when she walked inside, her eyes opened wide with horror. All three of the cubicles were filled and there was a line of women waiting to get inside.
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With five minutes of his ten-minute break left to go, David was sitting in the Break Room, munching on some potato chips. He was sitting all alone at one of the round tables. At each of the other two tables two people were seated, having conversations. David didn’t really notice the other people in the Break Room, however, as he was deep in thought, thinking about Danielle.
As he thought about his encounter with her in the elevator, he wondered if she had to pee yet and how badly she needed to go. He pictured that cute lady with the shoulder-length, brown hair and the sexy business outfit, sitting in her little office on the top floor, with her legs crossed and her hands pressed tightly into her crotch. As he thought about it, he felt a bulge form on the front of his khakis.
“Hey, what are you doing at this table all alone?” a male voice suddenly asked, snapping David from his thoughts. He looked up and saw a coworker slide back a chair and take a seat across from him.
“Um, I was thinking about something,” David replied.
The guy in front of David had no hair on his head and was quite scrawny. He wore the same exact uniform as David since they both worked together in their apartment. He had a grin on his face as he took a seat. “It looked like you were trying to burn a hole in the table with your eyes. Were you thinking about that girl that you were with in the elevator?”
A grin appeared on David’s face and he nodded. “Yeah Mike, that’s what I was thinking about.”
Mike folded his arms on the table and raised both of his eyebrows, which only had a little bit of light-colored hair on them. “I wonder what Miss Andrews is doing to her up above us.”
David shook his head. “I don’t know. I can only imagine what she might be doing to her.”
Mike laughed. “I wonder if the new girl is going to wet herself in the lobby like Andrews’ last assistant. It would certainly be a sight to see!”
David nodded and once again imagined Danielle in a desperate situation. In his mind, he pictured her pacing about her office, with her legs pressed together and her hands buried between her thighs, trying not to soak her panties. He thought about her biting her lower lip with an expression of panic on her face.
The bulge on the front of David’s khakis grew as he became even more aroused. He fantasized about seeing Danielle hurry out of her office, towards the restroom, while streams of pee flowed down her beautiful thighs, into her high heels.
Suddenly, Mike waved his right hand in front of David’s face. “Dude, are you still with me?”
David seemed as if he was coming out of a daze when he nodded. “Yeah, I’m still with you.”
Mike looked at David with a puzzled expression. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were daydreaming. Are you still fantasizing about the girl from the elevator?”
David frowned and shook his head. “No, absolutely not! I’m not fantasizing about her. That would be, like, um…”
Mike smiled at David and chuckled. “Don’t lie to me dude. You would have started drooling all over yourself if I hadn’t snapped you out of your trance.”
David blushed a little and smirked. “Alright, yes, I admit it. I was fantasizing about her.”
Mike opened his eyes wide and gasped sarcastically. “Were you fantasizing about the new girl wetting herself and being punished by Miss Andrews for doing it, you kinky dog you?”
David put a hand over his face and sighed. For some reason, Mike took that as a yes.
“Hehe, you were!” Mike cried. “Well, I’m going to get back to my cubicle, so you can go back to leaking in your pants over the new girl getting punished by her boss for wetting her knickers.”
Mike got up and left David alone. The interruption had killed David’s arousal, but it soon returned when he resumed his daydreaming. Since Katherine was in her early forties and Danielle in her early twenties, he could easily imagine the two of them being in a D/S relationship in which Danielle was hired to please her boss.
In his fantasy world, he imagined Katherine sitting on her chair, in front of her desk, with her feet up, on Danielle’s back, filing her nails. He saw Danielle holding her crotch with one hand while using her knees and her other hand to hold herself up underneath her boss’s legs.
“Miss Andrews, please let me go pee,” Danielle begged. “I’m dying for a wee and I feel like my bladder is going to explode!”
“No you may not,” Katherine replied. “Now shut up and let me concentrate on my nails. If you speak without permission again, I’ll bend you over my knee and spank you!”
“But Miss Andrews, I can’t hold it…”
David’s eyes opened wide and the wooden table top in front of him blurred as he imagined Danielle losing control of her bladder. He thought about her pee soaking her panties and running down her legs, where it formed a puddle on the floor around her knees.
“You naughty girl!” Katherine cried. “I ought to spank you for not holding your pee like a big girl!”
In David’s undershorts, a wet spot started to form due to his extreme arousal. He pictured Katherine get up and throw Danielle some towels to clean up her pee with. Just as Katherine walked behind her desk and retrieved a wooden paddle, he heard a bell. It was time to return to his cubicle.
“Damn,” David said under his breath.
He crushed up the bag of chips he had and threw it in the wastebasket between the two vending machines behind him. He got up and walked out of the break room, towards his cubicle, ready to return to answering calls from people in other departments with complaints about their computers and printers not working. Though he liked working in the Computer Repair Department, he was still irritated that his job had interrupted his trip through Fantasy Land. |
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Only four minutes left! Danielle cried inside of her mind. Though the line had gone down a little bit and there were only two women ahead of her, she feared that she wouldn't make it into the cubicle in time to relieve herself and return to her office before the break was over.
In one of the cubicles, she heard a lady in there talking to someone quietly, possibly on the phone. In another, she heard farting sounds and her face contorted from disgust at the sound. Only one of those three women was actually peeing and the sound of her pee falling into the water underneath her had Danielle bending slightly at the waist and squeezing her thighs together.
What am I going to do now?
For a second, she thought about it and realized that the best option was to return to the top floor and hope that Katherine was no longer using the restroom.
After a moment of indecision, a very worried Danielle bit her lower lip, quickly slipped out of the restroom, and rushed back to the elevator. As she got inside, a man with gray hair and a short gray beard and a woman with long, red hair followed her in and the woman pressed the button for the fifth floor.
No, I can't wait for all of your stops! If I don't pee before the break is over, then I'll be bursting by the time lunch gets here!
When the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, the woman got out. The man was about to push the button to his floor, but being a gentleman, he motioned for Danielle to use the panel on the wall instead.
“Thank you,” Danielle told him.
The man smiled at her in response, but said nothing as she jammed her finger into the button for the twelfth floor. When the elevator began to rise, the man was standing behind Danielle and he saw her shaking her knees as she stood with her back towards him. He raised an eyebrow and grinned. “You must be Katherine Andrews' assistant.”
Danielle nodded and smiled at him. “Yes, that's right. How did you know?”
The man shrugged and tore his gaze away from her legs. “It was just a lucky guess.”
When the elevator reached the top floor, Danielle thanked the man again for letting her go first and hurried out into the hall. As she reached the security guard's station, she looked down at her watch. She only had two minutes left before the break was over.
“Hey young lady, stop and scan your card!” said a voice.
Danielle had not been paying attention to what was ahead of her and had not noticed that the security guard from earlier that morning was back in his spot. Danielle reached down as if she was about to reach her hand into her purse, but she found it was not there and she did not have her ID card with her.
Where is the card?!
She started pacing around in the hallway, thinking about where the ID card could be. Her purse was still in her office, but she didn't know where the ID card was.
“I don't have it, but if you could please let me get by-”
The guard crossed his arms. “Nope, you need your ID card.”
In frustration, Danielle put her hands on her hips. “You already saw me go through the damn hall this morning! What more do you need from me?!”
The guard smiled and chuckled. “It's company policy ma'am. ID cards are required to get through security checkpoints on all floors. For all I know, you could be Danielle Smith's twin or a triplet of hers that is here to sabotage the company.”
She looked at her watch again, saw the seconds ticking away, and started to panic.
“Sir, please, I must have left my card in my office. I really need to go to-”
“Ah, Danielle, there you are!” said a voice, cutting her off mid-sentence. Danielle looked up and the guard turned to see Katherine Andrews approaching them from around the curve up ahead. In her right hand, she held Danielle's ID card.
“I believe you left something in your office, Miss Smith,” Katherine said, with an amused grin.
“Thanks!” Danielle grabbed the card from her boss and slipped it through the scanner. She received the green light and was allowed to continue.
Glancing at her watch again, she saw that she had no more than thirty seconds to hurry into the restroom for a quick tinkle, so she hurried past the guard, but was stopped in her tracks when Katherine blocked her path.
“Miss Andrews, I need to-”
Katherine interrupted Danielle and held up both hands. “I know that you need to get to your office before you run out of time, but don't worry. If I stop you on the way there, it won't kill you to be in your office a little late. I wanted to talk to you about the work you've been doing this morning.”
Katherine turned and started walking in the direction of their offices. About to panic, Danielle hurried after her boss and attempted to plead with her to let her use the restroom.
“But Miss Andrews, I really-”
Katherine looked back at her and smiled. “I know what you're going to say. You really feel uncomfortable about me checking your work during your break. There's no reason to be uncomfortable. You've done an exceptional job.”
As the two of them approached the doors to Katherine's office, Danielle quickly glanced into the restroom. The door was wide open, the lights were on, and the throne was in plain sight, beckoning her. It was as if it was calling to her. Use me Danielle... Empty yourself into me and I shall grant you the relief you crave...
She was about to turn and go inside, but Katherine stepped in the way, touched her shoulder, and looked into her eyes with a smile. “Well, since your break is over, it's time to return to work. I expect you to continue producing the excellent-quality work that you've done so far.”
“But Miss Andrews!” Danielle cried.
She was about to ask about the restroom again, but was cut off by her boss for what seemed the millionth time, especially when she knew that she was about to find herself in a desperate situation. “Alright, alright, I won't look at your work while you're on break again. I'll let you show me what you've got done yourself. Anyway, you need to get back into your office. You never know when the phone might ring.”
Katherine guided Danielle into the office and closed the doors behind her. When she released Danielle and walked away, Danielle's jaw dropped and her heart sank. The welcoming toilet was just a few feet away, but she could not risk losing her job since she really needed the money. Instead of appeasing her upset bladder, she walked into her office, clicking her high heels on the floor tiles along the way.
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Danielle glanced at her watch and it said 11:02 am. She still had an hour and twenty-eight minutes left until her lunch break. She had her legs crossed and was bouncing them up and down underneath her desk. With two presentations finished, Danielle was ready to begin working on the third, but feared that she would not be able to concentrate. All of her attention was on her bladder and the rising water level inside of it.
How am I going to make it until lunch? I need to pee so badly!
Katherine Andrews was busy working at her own desk, talking to someone through the microphone on her earpiece, while typing on her laptop computer. Danielle glanced at her and thought about asking to use the restroom, but knew she couldn't do that.
What if she says no? Danielle thought.
Suddenly, a strong urge to void the urine she was holding struck her. She shoved both hands in between her legs to press against her crotch through her business-skirt and pink panties. No! Don't leak!
Gritting her teeth, she waited approximately ten seconds for the urge to fade. When it finally did, she relaxed slightly and pulled her hands away from her lady parts. Knowing how close she had come to losing it, she sighed loudly. That was close! I almost wet myself!
Danielle glanced at her watch again and started rocking in her chair. The watch said 11:04. Why is time dragging by so slowly?!
Hoping to pass the time and draw her attention away from her increasing desperation, Danielle started working on the third presentation. This particular one was about the increase in profits for Andrews Corp. over the past few months. It appeared that Katherine Andrews had bought several small businesses and brought in quite a bit of extra cash from them, while allowing the previous owners to continue managing them.
While Danielle worked on her current project, she continued to rock back and forth in her chair and occasionally rubbed her womanhood through her panties, which were becoming quite wet from arousal. Never before had she known that being desperate to pee could be so arousing.
After a half an hour of progress, Danielle saved her work and glanced at her watch again. It said 11:34. Only one more hour, I can make it...
After fifteen more minutes of progress, Danielle saved her work again and looked at her watch. When she saw how long she still needed to wait, she moaned in frustration and bounced up and down in her chair, shaking her legs as she did so. I need to go to the restroom!
Where Katherine was sitting, she heard Danielle's moan and quickly glanced in her direction. Danielle did not notice this and Katherine looked away before she was caught looking. Danielle's desperation was plainly visible to Katherine, even though she pretended not to notice. Seeing the lovely, young lady squirming in her seat was making Katherine's gray panties quite moist.
The minutes ticked slowly by and Danielle did her best to get her work done, but no matter what she did, she could not take her attention away from the discomfort in her bladder. The strong desire to rub herself until she had a glorious orgasm wasn't helping her concentrate either.
By noon, Danielle finished the third presentation and she sighed happily that it was done. She saved her work one more time and quickly checked to make sure Katherine wasn't looking so she could rub her wet crotch through her panties again.
I wish the lunch break would hurry up and get here! Danielle thought. She glanced down and slid her butt side-to-side on her chair. She double-crossed her legs and bounced them up and down some more. When she did that, Katherine suddenly got up from her desk and approached her.
“Danielle, it's time to go,” Katherine said as she stepped in the doorway.
“Oh!” Danielle cried. Her eyes opened wide and she blushed, fearing that her boss had seen her squirming. “Where are we going?”
Katherine gave Danielle a stern look and planted both of her hands on her hips with a sigh. “We have a lunch meeting at twelve-thirty with a local, small-business owner. You should know about it.”
“But, you didn't tell me,” Danielle said.
Katherine pointed at the PDA sitting on the desk. “If you looked through that thing, you would know that there was a lunch-meeting scheduled for today.”
“But I rescheduled a meeting with a small-business owner that was for today for Thursday,” Danielle said. “The guy's name was Ronald Rivers.”
“Oh, well, the lunch-meeting is with Michael Springs,” Katherine said. “He hasn't rescheduled has he?”
Danielle shook her head. “No, he hasn't.”
Katherine nodded and turned away, but before she walked out, she looked back at Danielle. “Oh, just for future reference, make sure to always use that PDA and always tell me when you reschedule a meeting.”
When Danielle realized that she hadn't told Katherine about rescheduling the meeting sooner, she blushed from embarrassment. Katherine grinned when she saw Danielle's red face. “We had better get going, this meeting is important.”
When Katherine walked away, she grabbed her purse from her desk and quickly walked towards the doors of her office.
“Miss Andrews, wait!” Danielle grabbed her purse, put her PDA and ID card inside, and hurried after Katherine.
Hoping to stop at the restroom before they left, Danielle rushed out into the hall, only to see Katherine disappear around the curve up ahead.
Oh no, I can't keep her waiting! Danielle thought. She glanced at the welcoming seat inside of the restroom, needing it quite a bit more than before, but she hurried past anyway, to catch up with her boss.
When Danielle reached the guard station, Katherine was nowhere to be seen and she just about started to panic.
“Your boss hurried to the elevator without you,” the security guard said. “She was having a conversation on her earpiece, so she probably didn't notice that she was alone.”
Danielle smiled at him and thanked him before continuing towards the elevator. When she got to the elevator, the doors were closed. Sure enough, Katherine had left the top floor, not realizing that she was alone.
Come on! Danielle frantically pressed the button to call the elevator and looked over her shoulder to make sure the security guard had not followed her around the corner of the hallway. When she saw that she was alone, she crossed her legs and pressed one hand against her crotch while using the other hand to steady herself with the wall.
When the elevator doors opened, Danielle hurried inside and found that it was empty. She is probably waiting for me!
In a panic, Danielle hit the button for the bottom floor and the elevator began its journey to the lobby.
I hope I can make it to a restroom before it's too late! Danielle thought. She pressed her thighs together and placed both hands between her legs. She shook her hips side-to-side when she felt another strong urge to pee.
She wasn't paying any attention when the elevator reached the bottom floor and the doors suddenly opened. Danielle saw two men standing outside, quickly put her hands at her sides, and stood up straight, hoping they had not noticed what she was doing. As she straightened her body, a powerful spurt of pee shot out of her urethra and further dampened her panties.
“Hi,” Danielle said as she slipped past the two men, blushing a bright red.
In the lobby by the front desk, Katherine was waiting for Danielle, no longer talking to anyone. Danielle gasped when she finally saw her. “I'm sorry, I tried to follow you, but you were too fast!”
Katherine shook her head. “Don't make any more excuses! Let's go! I want to get to the meeting early!” She turned away and hurried towards a side hall that led to a door at the back of the building.
“Miss Andrews, wait!” Danielle hurried after Katherine. She desperately needed to empty her bladder, but her boss was moving along far too fast to even ask about it. When the two of them got to the back door, Katherine pushed it open and led the way outside. Danielle picked up the rear and let the door close behind her, wishing she could have stopped at a toilet.
Behind the building was a small garage, with the main door open wide, and four security guards standing in front of it. There was only one car parked inside and it was Katherine Andrews' red Porsche.
“Miss Andrews, the car is ready,” said a very tall security guard with a blonde ponytail and a short beard on his chin.
“Thanks for preparing the ride for us,” Katherine said as she entered the garage.
As Katherine got into the driver's seat, Danielle got in on the passenger side, wondering why her boss moved so incredibly fast and why she was so adamant about going to the meeting extra early.
Danielle glanced at Katherine, about to ask her if she could quickly use the restroom before they left, but Katherine started talking to someone through her earpiece before she could. “Ah, Mister Rivers, about your meeting on Thursday, at two...”
Afraid to interrupt the conversation, Danielle just looked ahead and double-crossed her legs as Katherine started the car, hoping she didn't look desperate. Having passed up the chance to use two restrooms on the way out, she hoped she could make it to the restaurant without wetting the seat underneath her. |
6
Katherine was still talking to Mr. Rivers with when she stopped her car at the end of the parking lot driveway. She was going to turn right, onto the road, but she had to wait because of the traffic. There were so many cars passing by that it looked as if she would never make it out.
Happy that her desperation was still going unnoticed, Danielle rubbed her crotch with both hands through her skirt and panties. She was bursting, but refused to give in to her need.
You can do this Danielle, she told herself. You can hold it! You've got to!
When Katherine finally got a space, she only had a second to get out into the road and she hit the gas. The seat-belt Danielle was wearing pressed into her bladder as Katherine turned sharply to the right and pulled onto the road in front of a large, blue pickup truck, just barely avoiding a collision. The driver of the truck honked his horn at Katherine.
No! Danielle squeezed her sphincter shut with all of her might and pressed her hands against her wet pussy through the fabric of her clothing, but a spurt of pee made it past her defenses. The seat-belt was digging into the bloated water balloon inside of her, making the struggle to contain the flood quite painful.
Once the car was on the road, the seat-belt's grip on Danielle's body relaxed slightly and she pulled it away from her bladder with one hand. That was close!
“Well Mister Rivers, I've got to go,” Katherine said. “I'll see you on Thursday.”
When the conversation was over, Katherine glanced at Danielle with her eyes, but kept her head facing straight ahead. She almost giggled when she saw Danielle sitting beside her with her legs squeezed together, one hand between them, and the other holding the seat-belt away from her bladder.
“Miss Andrews, where is this meeting at?” Danielle asked. She started shaking her knees and bouncing in her seat.
“We're going to The Fountain,” Katherine replied.
When Danielle heard the name of the place, she thought of the large fountain at the center of the dining area, with a large pool around it. The water flowed out of a pitcher that was held by a naked woman made of stone. Having been to the restaurant before, Danielle remembered that the water falling into the pool below sounded like someone was peeing into the water.
At the very thought, she felt a bladder spasm and leaned forward in her seat, clenching every muscle in her body. “No!”
Katherine raised an eyebrow when Danielle cried out. “Will you be alright, Miss Smith?”
Danielle nodded and sat up, trying to act like she wasn't desperate, but she could not hide the truth. “Yes. I just really need to use the restroom. Oh god, I hope I can make it...”
Katherine pulled her car into the left turn-lane at the next intersection where there was a red light. Danielle glanced at the street sign and saw that the name of the road they were about to turn onto was Relief Avenue. She had been on that road before, but never thought much about the name. This time, seeing the name reminded her of the relief she desperately needed and her floodgates nearly burst open.
“I hope I can make it!” Danielle cried. Still leaning forward in her seat, she jammed both hands between her legs and pressed against her crotch, not even bothering to hold the seat-belt away from her bladder anymore.
Katherine had a wicked grin on her face and almost chuckled when she realized how close to bursting Danielle really was. Luckily, she had made sure that the leather seats were treated, so they were water proof, but she wasn't sure how well the seats could withstand a person emptying a full bladder on them.
“You better hold it until we get to The Fountain,” Katherine said sternly as the light turned green. She turned left onto Relief Avenue and got into the far right lane.
“I will hold it, Miss Andrews,” Danielle said. “I will make it.”
Katherine stopped the car at another red light and quickly glanced at Danielle, who was rubbing her crotch with both hands. The very sight made Katherine extremely horny and she wanted to rub herself as well.
Danielle was hit by another bladder spasm and she groaned loudly. She tightened up all of her muscles, but couldn't stop her pee from escaping. It flowed through her urethra and she fought to regain control of her bladder as she peed for nearly five seconds. The partially diluted urine soaked her panties and a few droplets made their way out the sides of her panties and ran over the skin on her thighs.
“Oh no!” Danielle cried. “I peed a little! I hope I didn't get my skirt wet!”
Between Katherine's legs, up underneath her black business-skirt, her clitoris was pushing out through the wet material of her gray panties. Knowing that her lovely assistant had lost control of her bladder, for a few seconds, made her want to rub her clit until she gasped from pleasure. Instead, she kept her eyes on the red light, not wanting Danielle to know how much she enjoyed her desperation.
Once she stopped the flow, Danielle was able to maintain control of her bladder better, though she still continued to fidget in her seat. She watched the red light ahead and wished it would hurry up and turn green so she could get to a restroom and find relief.
When the light at last turned green, Katherine sped off down Relief Avenue, passing pharmacies, gas stations, fast-food restaurants, and party stores. Danielle bounced her legs up and down, afraid that there would be a visible wet spot on the back of her skirt when she got out of the car.
Soon, the two of them stopped at another light, this time, Katherine was turning right to get onto Pleasure Road. What was interesting about this street was that it led right into the parking lot of The Fountain, where the two lanes split off from each other. At the end of the road, the right lane became the parking lot entrance and the left was the parking lot exit. There were also a few businesses in between the intersection where they were and The Fountain, so there was still a five minute drive from there to the restaurant.
When the light turned green, Katherine turned and the right, front tire dipped down into a small hole in the pavement, at the corner of the intersection, and the car bounced as the tire rose up out of the hole. This sudden bump irritated Danielle's bladder and she clenched her sphincter to remain in control. “Oh god...”
Katherine glanced at Danielle with an amused grin on her face. “Are you going to make it Miss Smith? I know that little hole can be a bitch sometimes. Someone ought to fix it soon.”
Danielle relaxed a little and nodded. “Yes, but please don't go over any more holes!”
Katherine returned her attention to the road and Danielle looked out the window, on her side, and watched all of the small auto-shops and tire stores they passed go by, before their lane became the entrance to the parking lot of The Fountain.
“Well, here we are!” Katherine announced. “Once we're in, hurry up and get to the restroom. I'll go to the table that we have reserved for the meeting and wait for you. You have five minutes to get in and out of the restroom.”
Danielle bit her lower lip and looked at the large restaurant up ahead. She had only been in that place once and didn't remember where the restrooms were, since it had been years since she was last there. All she remembered was the fountain and the sound that the water falling into the pool at the base made. “Yes ma'am. Thank you!”
Katherine soon found a parking space, pulled into it, put the car into park, and shut off the vehicle. Danielle fumbled with her seat-belt buckle as she tried to free herself. Since she was so close to being able to release the pee she had been holding all morning, her urgency increased and she was bursting again.
Katherine got out of the car first and then Danielle unhooked her seat-belt. As she got out, she flung the passenger door open, nearly hitting the edge of the door on the side of a van that was parked beside the car.
“Shit!” Danielle cried. She grabbed the door mid-swing, just before it hit the other vehicle, and got out.
Katherine glared at Danielle as she got out and shut the door. “Watch what you're doing!”
Using the button on her key chain to lock the doors, Katherine watched while Danielle did a pee dance beside the car, before hurrying towards the front door of the restaurant.
Yes, I'm going to make it! Danielle thought as she left her boss in the dust. She pushed the front door open and found herself in a waiting area where there was already a line of ten people waiting to be seated. Apparently the restaurant was quite busy.
In a hurry, Danielle hurried past the line, to look for the restrooms, but was stopped by a hostess who was about to seat three of the people from the line. “Miss! Please return to the back of the line and wait to be seated!”
Danielle looked at the lady and just about panicked when the sound of the falling water from the fountain met her ears. It really does sound like pee falling into the water!
“Ma,am, I really need to find the restroom!” she cried. However, the hostess had already turned away from Danielle and led the group of three towards a table on the far side of the restaurant. It appeared as though she didn't even hear what Danielle said.
In the line of people that were still waiting to be seated, three of them were women and the other remaining four were men. All of the men and one of the women snickered when they saw how desperate Danielle was.
I can't wait until it's my turn to be seated! Danielle thought. Instead of returning to the back of the line, she continued making her way into the dining area.
She shuffled towards the fountain at the center of the room and looked around at all of the tables throughout the dining area, most of which were filled, hoping to see the restroom sign over the tops of the rows of booths to her right. She didn't see it. Where is it? Where?!
The sound of the flowing water was really getting to Danielle and she bent forward and grabbed her knees. She felt a strong bladder spasm and fought to maintain control while waiting for it to pass.
She frantically glanced around again, hoping to see the sign and that is when she finally saw it, on the other side of the fountain, through the falling water, on the far back wall. Yes, I found it!
In her excitement, Danielle nearly lost control of her bladder as she hurried around the fountain, towards the restroom. Relief was just seconds away and she imagined herself going into a cubicle, taking a seat, and letting all of the liquid inside of her bladder flow. |
7
Katherine walked into The Fountain and noticed a line of seven people waiting to be seated. She quickly glanced around, but saw Danielle nowhere. Damn, she probably made it to the restroom in time. Now I won't be able to see her squirming anymore.
As she got in line, she sighed and imagined her assistant in a cubicle, sitting on a toilet, sighing as her pee gushed out of her body. The image brought a smile to her face.
Up ahead, the hostess returned to the waiting area and took four of the seven people towards a table. Katherine glanced at her watch quickly. She still had fifteen minutes left until the meeting with Michael Springs.
After a few minutes passed, the three remaining people in front of her were seated and she found it odd that Danielle wasn't out of the restroom yet. I gave her five minutes to be in and out, so she better remember that!
With her arousal fading, Katherine became annoyed. She waited for the hostess to return and looked at the fountain, straight ahead, unable to see the restrooms, since it blocked her view. Folding her arms, she started tapping one foot on the faint, yellow tiles underneath her. She looked at her watch again, becoming more annoyed that Danielle wasn't back yet. What the hell?
Katherine reached one hand up and started to rub her lips with her fingers when she finally saw Danielle returning from the other side of the fountain. She was hurrying towards her and she looked quite worried.
Hmm, what is wrong, my sweet little assistant?
“Miss Andrews!” Danielle cried as she joined Katherine in her wait to be seated.
“Well, now that you're back from the restroom, it looks like it's time to get to a table,” Katherine said with a smirk on her face. “I assume you made it in time.”
Danielle had her legs pressed together and she bent forward at the waist slightly and bent her knees. “Um, Miss Andrews, that is what I need to talk to you about.”
“A table for two?” a voice asked. It was the hostess. Danielle was facing away from her and she stood up straight and turned around, looking quite nervous, as the hostess startled her.
Katherine smiled at the hostess and shook her head. “No, there are four of us, but the others have not arrived yet. I have a table reserved for a lunch meeting.”
The hostess smiled. “Name please?”
“I'm Katherine Andrews and this is my assistant, Danielle Smith,” Katherine replied. “Our table is right in front of the fountain.”
Danielle glanced at the fountain and the empty table, which sat directly in front of it, and her face turned red, but the hostess turned away too soon to notice and led the two of them to the table.
Danielle still needs to pee, Katherine thought. She started to become horny again as she wondered what could have prevented Danielle from getting into the restroom.
When the two of them got to their table, Katherine pulled out a chair and took a seat so that the fountain was to her right. Danielle pulled out another chair across from her, so the fountain was on her left.
On the round table, at the center, was a small rack, which held little pamphlets with images of delicious meals on the outside, containing information about special meals, a salt and pepper shaker, and a rack that held six menus.
“A server will be with you shortly, please wait,” the hostess said. “Thank you for coming to The Fountain!”
Once the hostess walked away, Danielle glanced at the fountain beside her with a look of horror on her face. Katherine became extremely horny when she saw Danielle biting her lower lip and rocking back and forth in her chair. She didn't look under the table, but figured that the worried-looking girl had her legs crossed and her hands pressed against her crotch.
Katherine grinned. “So, did you make it to the restroom?”
Danielle shook her head. “No, I didn't. I-”
Katherine narrowed her eyes and cut her off before she could explain. “You were screwing around, weren't you? You had a chance to do what you needed, but you didn't do it.”
Katherine kept her face expressionless and spoke sternly, but in her mind, she wanted to burst out laughing. It's so fun to interrupt you and you look so cute when you try to explain. 'But... But...' Then I interrupt and put words in your mouth that you didn't even want to say.
Danielle closed her eyes tight and clenched her jaw as she appeared to be struggling to hold back a leak. Eventually, she regained enough control that she could speak again. “But-”
Katherine held up a hand and cut Danielle off again. “No, I don't want to hear any excuses! I gave you a chance and you squandered it. I'll give you another chance after the meeting and you better not squander that as well. If you open your mouth again, there better not be any excuses coming out because I won't listen.”
That is when a waiter approached the table, carrying a notepad. “Hello there ladies. My name is Kevin. Are you ready to order some drinks?”
Katherine looked up at him and smiled. “Yes, we're ready. We'll both have water.”
“Alright then, are you ready to order your meals too?”
Katherine shook her head. “No, we're going to wait until the two people we're waiting for get here.”
“Alright then, I'll be back with your drinks.” The waiter left the two of them alone and Katherine looked back at Danielle, who had her eyes closed tight and was grunting quietly.
“Oh, come on now,” Katherine said. “If you were really that desperate, then you wouldn't have screwed around.”
“But Miss Andrews-”
“I said no excuses!” Katherine snapped. “You may use the restroom again at the end of the meeting and you better take the chance I gave you and use it!”
Katherine wanted to laugh when Danielle's jaw dropped and she looked at her with wide eyes. I wonder what's going on in that pretty girl's head. Hmm... 'You're so unfair, Miss Andrews! Why won't you listen to me? I'm trying to explain, Miss Andrews!'
“But Miss Andrews,” Danielle whined. “I'm not making excuses, the restroom-”
Katherine scowled at her. “What did I say?”
The look that she gave Danielle frightened the poor girl and she shut her mouth immediately. Though Katherine was determined not to let her assistant explain, she still wanted to know what it was she was trying to tell her. I wonder if the restroom was out of order or something... Ooh, that would be the cherry on top of a perfect morning!
Katherine grabbed a menu and started to look through it, but she kept glancing up at Danielle, who was suffering in silence. She was gritting her teeth and twisting her torso around slightly, with her hands under the table. Katherine tried to imagine how close to bursting the girl really was. She imagined liquid escaping Danielle's pee hole and soaking her panties as she struggled to contain the flood. She imagined the lovely, wet pussy across from her, glistening with lady juice and urine, as Danielle's lovely hands rubbed the inner lips and her fingers pressed over the opening of the urethra.
The waiter returned with two glasses of water, four straws in their wrappers, and four sets of silverware, wrapped in napkins, on a large tray. He set all of the objects from the tray on the table. “Here you go ladies.”
Katherine grabbed her glass of water and pulled it closer, causing the ice inside to jiggle and bounce around in the water. Danielle smiled at the waiter and did the same.
Katherine looked up from her water, at Danielle, and saw beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. She is so close to the end of her struggle! How long will she make it?
“Are you alright?” the waiter asked, looking at Danielle with a raised eyebrow.
Before Danielle could reply, Katherine answered for her. “She is not feeling very well today, unfortunately. She's going through a lady thing.”
The waiter formed an O with his mouth and then walked away, feeling awkward for even asking.
Danielle groaned quietly and gasped. “Miss Andrews... Please...” She glanced at the fountain beside her and then down at her glass of ice water in horror. She was clearly about to lose control, very soon.
Katherine looked at the fountain as well. She listened to the sound of the water falling into the pool, beneath the pitcher in the stone girl's hands. It sounds like pee falling in there. No wonder the girl is suffering so much.
Danielle moaned softly and for a moment, Katherine started to feel bad about what she was doing to the poor thing. She thought about saying, 'I'm sorry Danielle. Why is it that you could not get in the restroom? You may tell me without consequence.'
The idea of allowing Danielle to explain her situation caused a quiet voice in her mind, that had been silent for decades, to resurface. Let the poor girl explain and help her find a restroom. You know how terrible it is to experience this torture. Why would you force her to go through the very same thing you went through many times?
Then, another voice appeared as Katherine's dark side reared it's ugly head. You enjoy this Katherine. Her desperation and humiliation brings joy to your heart. You can't deny that. When you want something, you must take it! If you want to be on top, you've got to be a lioness that knows how to hunt and kill her prey!
Katherine was about to listen to the first voice, when she heard the voice of Michael Springs greeting her. “Hello there Miss Andrews.”
Katherine glanced up and Michael was standing to her left, with his business partner beside him. She stood up and shook Michael's hand. Michael had a gray crew-cut and thin, gray eyebrows over his eyes. He was a little over six feet tall and his body quite wide, but he didn't look unhealthy in the least. Katherine guessed that underneath his business suit was a lot of strength and power.
Michael's business partner was quite different from Michael. His name was Tyler and he was quite a bit shorter than Michael, with long, brown hair, which was parted in the middle. He was quite scrawny and half Michael's age.
“Have a seat,” Katherine said.
Michael smiled at Katherine. “Thank you.” He took a seat to her left and Tyler took a seat on the opposite side, to her right. Once they were settled in, Tyler glanced at Danielle and smiled.
Danielle smiled back, but her smile quickly faded as her face turned red and she suppressed a groan.
“Are you alright?” Tyler asked.
“She is not feeling well,” Katherine replied. “She is having lady troubles today.”
Michael frowned and quickly adjusted his tie with his large, muscular hands. “Perhaps we should reschedule this meeting for a day when your assistant is well.”
Katherine shook her head. “No, it's fine. Isn't that right, Danielle?”
Everyone looked at Danielle and her face turned red. She looked at Katherine, then Michael, and then Tyler. She looked back at Katherine again and stared at her for a couple of seconds before giving a response. “I guess... I'll be okay... Th-thank you.”
Katherine nearly smirked when Danielle decided not to admit her problem, but she managed not to show emotion. Sorry quiet voice, but I think I'm going to be a lioness today!
Michael reached into the front of his business jacket and pulled out a folder. “Shall we begin this meeting?”
Receiving no objections, Michael set the folder on the table and opened it up. The lunch meeting had officially begun.
Edited October 15, 2013 by Anubis
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8
While Ms. Andrews and Mr. Springs were having their own little conversation, Tyler was unable to concentrate on the discussion, so he had no idea what they were talking about. He kept hearing Danielle's soft gasps and grunts and kept looking at her, watching her tremble and squirm.
That poor girl must really need to pee, he thought. Why won't she just ask to go? Maybe the restroom is out of order. Or maybe...
Tyler started to stroke his chin with his right hand, while pretending to listen to the meeting. Maybe Miss Andrews is forcing her to hold it against her will!
He took a bite of his salad and looked back at Danielle. Her eyes were closed tight and she had her head bowed. He thought about taking a glance at her lap to see if she had her hands covering her crotch, but was afraid he would get caught.
It's so hot to watch her struggle, but I feel bad for her, Tyler thought. He was becoming aroused as he quickly leaned to the side and saw that she indeed had her hands between her thighs, pressed against her pee hole.
Tyler sat up straight and looked over at his boss and Ms. Andrews. The two were still carrying on, as if nothing was going on. When he knew they weren't looking, he looked at Danielle again, who opened her eyes and looked at the fountain beside her with a soft groan.
If she pees herself right here, it will be so humiliating for her! he thought.
In his mind, he imagined her losing control and crying out as the pee gushed out of her and soaked her panties, skirt, and ran down her legs into her high heels, forming a puddle around her feet and the bottom of the chair, from where the pee ran over the edge and splattered on the tiles below. Thinking about it was major a turn-on for Tyler. A bulge formed on the front of his pants, but he felt guilty. I shouldn't be enjoying her suffering or humiliation, but yet I am! Maybe there is something wrong with me.
Tyler looked over at Ms. Andrews and saw that she was looking right at Danielle, with the creepiest grin he had ever seen on her face, though she was talking to Mr. Springs, so it looked as though she was smiling about the conversation. That is when Tyler had an epiphany. It looks like Miss Andrews is enjoying it too! Has she been manipulating the poor girl, so that she would wet herself in public? Why should I feel bad when I'm not causing this to happen to her? I can't control what arouses me. It just happens.
Then, Ms. Andrews shifted her gaze and her eyes met with Tyler's for a moment. Her grin faded and she looked away from him, back at Mr. Springs.
I think I know what you're trying to do, Miss Andrews! You are a horrible person for doing this! Tyler looked at Danielle again and he imagined, once again, her wetting herself like a small child, in the middle of that packed restaurant, with everyone staring at her. If that happens, I need to do something to help, but what could I do?
Danielle was whimpering and gritting her teeth. He knew that it couldn't be long now. He looked at Danielle's salad, which she had only eaten a few bites of, and her glass of ice water, which she hadn't even touched. He looked at his own glass of water. After only taking a few sips, it was still quite full.
What should I do? Tyler wondered. He looked back at Danielle again and she looked at him. They locked eyes for a few seconds and that is when he thought of an idea.
***
Why is he looking at me? Danielle wondered as Michael's business partner looked at her and her meal. Does he know what is happening to me?
Her bladder was in so much pain, she felt like she had a stick of dynamite inside of her body, ready to blow. If she lost control, she would pee all over the floor.
You... must... hold it! She told herself. Don't lose it now!
Tyler looked away from Danielle and she clenched her sphincter with all of her might and pressed hard into her crotch, between her bouncing, double-crossed legs, as a powerful bladder spasm hit her. She was sure that the floodgates would break open and the flood inside of her would erupt out of her body like a geyser.
No, don't even think about losing it Danielle! Don't even think about it! The very thought of losing control almost made it happen. She knew there was no way to hold it until the meeting was done, but even then, Katherine might rush her out the door.
Is she doing this on purpose? Does she want to see me humiliate myself in public? What exactly her boss was trying to do to her, she was not quite certain, but it seemed like Katherine was plotting everything. Maybe she was being paranoid. She had to be, right? Why would a mature business-woman like Katherine want to torture a sweet girl like her?
No! Another bladder spasm hit Danielle and a spurt of pee leaked past her sphincter. She had her fingers pressed against her pee hole, so the pee did not squirt out, but her clothing was in the way of her fingers and she could feel the liquid seeping out.
I can't hold it! I just can't! Miss Andrews, why wouldn't you listen to me? Why are you doing this?
More pee escaped from Danielle's bladder and seeped into her panties. Her bladder was so full, it couldn't hold any more. It was at its absolute limit and if she didn't wet herself, the pee would back up into her kidneys. No, this can't be happening!
With a loud groan, Danielle leaned forward and pressed her breasts into the table as she felt more pee escape. This is it! I'm going to wet myself, right here! I can't hold it anymore! Why did the restroom have to be out of order?!
Danielle sat up in her chair and saw that Miss Andrews, Michael Springs, and Tyler were all looking at her. Miss Andrews had a smirk on her face, Michael had his eyebrows raised and looked a little scared, and Tyler was blushing and looked very nervous.
It's over! The floodgates opened. She moved her hands out of the way as the pee soaked her panties, her skirt, and the chair underneath her. She gasped and closed her eyes. As her bladder started to empty itself, the relief was pure bliss, but she was afraid to open her eyes and see the stares of everyone around her.
Edited October 16, 2013 by Anubis
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I am definitely continuing. This erotic tale is far from over. If I had ended it now, it would have been like ending a story with a bit of a cliff-hanger, which has happened on at least one TV show that I liked, leaving everyone wondering what happens next. Since you would like to see another chapter, I've got one.
9
It's over, Danielle repeated in her mind, as a puddle formed underneath her rear end. I couldn't take it anymore...
She kept her eyes closed, just knowing that everyone would be looking at her when they knew she had wet herself and she knew she couldn't handle seeing all of the stares. Unfortunately, she would have to face them eventually.
The puddle spread out around Danielle and started to flow over the chair. Just as the urine started to drizzle on the floor, she felt ice cold liquid splash all over her lap and her legs. Gasping, Danielle clamped her sphincter shut, cutting off the flow of pee, and opened her eyes.
“Tyler, you klutz!” Michael Springs shouted. On the table in front of Danielle, her glass was lying on its side, dripping water on the floor, between her feet, from the opening at the top. There were a couple of half-melted ice cubes sitting on her legs and several on the floor below. Tyler's glass was also tipped over. There was a puddle of water on the table from his glass and there was a small puddle on the floor where his water had run over the edge.
“I'm so sorry, Miss Smith,” Tyler said, blushing. “I didn't mean to spill your water on you.”
Danielle stood up and the ice cubes on her legs fell to the floor as she looked down. Her skirt and panties were soaked, both from pee and ice water. The pee that had fallen to the floor was diluted by the spilled water, so it was almost unnoticeable. The seat of her chair had water-proof padding on it, luckily, so the liquids that were on it didn't soak in. However, the liquid on the chair definitely had some yellowness to it, unlike the water that Tyler had spilled.
Hoping no one had noticed, Danielle grabbed her napkin from the table and quickly used it to soak up her pee from the chair, before anyone had a chance to see it.
“Is everything alright over here?” asked Kevin, their waiter, as he quickly approached the table.
Michael Springs stood up and adjusted his tie nervously. He glared and pointed at Tyler. “Yes, everything is alright. Tyler just spilled water everywhere.”
Danielle looked at Kevin and blushed as she balled up her sopping wet napkin in her hands and hid it behind her back.
“I'll get a mop and clean it up,” Kevin offered.
“No, I want to see Tyler clean it up,” Michael Springs said. “He made the mess, so I expect him to take care of it.”
Tyler blushed from embarrassment again. Danielle wondered if maybe he had known she was wetting herself and spilled the water on purpose, to make it look like her clothes had gotten wet from spilled water.
“No sir, it's my job to clean this, so I'll do it,” Kevin told Michael.
That was a good idea, Tyler, if you did actually do this on purpose. Of course, Danielle knew that the water didn't dilute the pee she was sitting in. What if the back of my skirt smells like pee? What if it stains and everyone can tell what it's from?
Kevin walked away from the table and Tyler looked at Danielle. “Are you alright, Miss Smith?”
Tyler's words interrupted her thoughts and she looked at him. “Huh? Oh, yes, I am okay.”
However, that is when Danielle realized that she still needed to pee, though not desperately. She had only emptied half of the pee she was holding and feared that she would be desperate again in a few hours. In all of the commotion, after having cold water spilled on her, she had forgotten about the condition her bladder was in, but right then, it was the center of attention, once again.
Kevin returned and kindly asked Danielle and Tyler to move aside so he could mop up the water. While she watched, Danielle squeezed the napkin in her hands and blushed, afraid of someone noticing it, accidentally causing a few drops of pee to escape between her fingers and fall to the floor behind her.
I hope the waiter doesn't smell my pee! Danielle thought. She watched him as she stood on trembling knees, fearing that he would notice. When the waiter showed no signs that he had smelled anything, she didn't know if that was good or bad. Maybe he does smell it, but doesn't want to let me know and feel embarrassed.
As the waiter finished up, Danielle looked up when she heard Katherine say, “So, Mister Springs. Do we have a deal?”
Michael sighed and held out his hand. “Yes, I believe we have a deal.” Katherine shook his hand and Danielle became confused. She had been so distracted that she had no idea what the meeting was even about. She just didn't remember.
“Um, Miss Smith?”
Danielle looked at Tyler again when she heard him speaking to her and saw him blush once more. She glanced down and saw a bulge on the front of his business-pants, wondering what he was so embarrassed about. Once she saw it, she quickly looked back up at his eyes and pretended not to notice the bulge. “Yes?”
“I'm sorry for spilling the water,” he repeated.
Danielle smiled. “It's alright. It was just a big surprise, is all. Thank you.”
“Tyler, we're out of here,” Michael Springs said. “Let's go.”
Tyler grinned at Danielle before he left the table. “It was nice meeting you, Miss Smith.” With that, he and Michael left Katherine and Danielle alone with the waiter, who had already finished cleaning the mess and was walking away.
Katherine looked at Danielle and raised an eyebrow. “So, should I even ask what happened?”
Danielle shrugged. “All that happened is Tyler spilled water on me.”
Katherine looked her assistant up and down with her eyes, but said nothing more than, “Mm-hm...”
She must notice that I'm not desperate anymore! Danielle thought. She must know that I wet myself!
Just then, Danielle looked in the direction of the restroom and saw a small maintenance team of three coming out. They were wearing belts around their waists, with all sorts of tools hanging from them, and hard hats on their heads. One of them was moving a cart with cleaning and repair equipment on it. Curious, Danielle rushed over towards them to find out what they were up to.
“Um, is the restroom available now?” Danielle asked.
One of the repair guys looked at Danielle and grinned as the rest of his team continued on. “It looks like we got everything fixed in there a little too late...”
Danielle looked down at her skirt blushed. “Oh, th-that! It-it's just water. Someone spilled it on me.”
The repair man nodded and his smile faded. “Well, the broken water line is fixed in there. It was a real mess, but it's alright to go in there now.”
“Alright, good,” Danielle said as the repair guy walked away. She looked at the restroom and thought about going in to empty her half-full bladder before she left.
She started to walk in that direction, but stopped in her tracks when she heard Katherine's voice. “Well, since you already wet yourself in your chair, Miss Smith, perhaps we should just leave.”
Danielle froze in place and blushed a bright red. She knows!
She turned around and looked at her boss, ready to protest. “But, Miss Andrews, I didn't-” Unfortunately, her words fell on deaf ears. Her boss was already walking away, with the bill for the meal in her hand, ready to pay for the food and leave.
No, not again! Danielle wanted to scream. I didn't let it all out, Miss Andrews! I still need to go! Instead of going into the restroom and taking care of her unfinished business, she hurried after her boss. She still had half of a day of work left to go and she had a bad feeling that her humiliating nightmare was not yet over.
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An elderly man with a gray pony tail and bushy eyebrows stood behind a red pickup truck and watched with an eyebrow raised as Katherine and Danielle passed him, just a few feet away from Katherine's car. He was staring at Danielle's wet skirt and she blushed.
Everyone keeps staring at me! Danielle thought as Katherine pressed a button on her key chain and unlocked the doors of her car. She pulled open the front door on the passenger side and got in, happy that the elderly man was no longer able to see her.
Katherine got in the car next and looked at her assistant's wet clothing. She made the 'tsk tsk' sound and frowned. “What are we going to do with you?”
Danielle started wringing her hands nervously and she looked at her boss with a worried expression. “Miss Andrews, I really need to change my clothes. Maybe we could-”
Katherine shook her head. “Nope, we have work to do and we need to get back to the office.” She started the car and backed out of the parking space.
“Please, I can't go back to work in that building wearing wet clothes,” Danielle said.
Katherine grinned. “Tell everyone you got water spilled on you. It's believable. I'll even corroborate your story.”
Danielle didn't mean to, but she started to pout. “But, I can't work and walk around in wet clothes like this!”
Katherine shrugged. “Meh, I'll give you a fan you can put in your office and air dry yourself with. Also, don't pout like that. It's not very lady-like.”
Quickly composing herself, Danielle sat up straight, buckled her seat belt, and folded her hands calmly on her wet lap. She looked down and stared at her soaked skirt as her boss left the parking lot.
This is terrible! Danielle thought. Everyone is going to see that I'm wet and I'll be too embarrassed to tell them that it was from spilled water. Besides, I really did pee!
Hoping to take her mind off of her humiliation, Danielle thought about the possibility of being able to empty the rest of her bladder before her lunch break was over. Since the break started at twelve-thirty and ended at one, that would give her some time, right?
She glanced at her watch and saw that she still had fifteen minutes until her break was over. Alright, that should leave me with enough time to empty my bladder before I start working again. I can air dry with the fan and everything will be okay!
Feeling a little bit better, Danielle smiled and felt at ease, believing that everything was going to be okay. Forgetting her fear that Katherine had been pulling the strings behind her wetting experience, she was calm again. She leaned her head back against the seat, feeling a little exhausted from the strain of holding in a full bladder, and closed her eyes, planning to relax a little.
The ride to the office was a quiet and pleasant ride and Danielle dozed off. Katherine had a wicked grin on her face when she noticed her assistant drifting off into unconsciousness.
When they returned to the garage, Katherine parked her car and shut the vehicle off. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty, we're here.”
Danielle opened her eyes and looked around, feeling as if the car ride had only lasted seconds. Did I fall asleep and not realize it?
The two of them got out of the car and Danielle quickly rubbed her eyes with one hand. Once she was out, she saw two of the security guards from earlier. The tall security guard with the blonde pony tail and beard was one of them. When the two women walked out of the garage, he grinned and nodded his head when he saw Danielle's wet skirt.
Katherine noticed and pointed at him with her right index finger. “Hey, she had water spilled on her, you pervert.”
The security guard's smile disappeared and he scowled at Katherine, who in turn grinned at him and looked away.
“Thanks for covering for me,” Danielle said.
Katherine didn't respond to her assistant's appreciation as the two of them entered the back of the building and walked towards the lobby, which wasn't very full. There were only two or three people standing about and the man at the front desk that Danielle had seen that morning was there, but other than that, there was no one.
Katherine stopped Danielle in her tracks and looked into her eyes. “I have something to take care of down here. I need you to get back to your office and wait for me, alright?”
Danielle opened her mouth to protest. “But, Miss Andrews, I still-”
Katherine put her hands on her hips as Danielle shifted her purse to her left shoulder from her right. “Don't give me that 'but, but' nonsense. Just get up to your office and wait.”
Danielle turned and walked towards the elevators, deciding that it wasn't worth an argument. As she turned, she caught a glimpse of the man behind the front desk gawking at the back of her skirt with a smirk on his face. This is so embarrassing, she thought as she stood in front of the elevator and waited for it to get to the bottom floor.
When the doors finally opened, she saw David and his muscular arms, blue t-shirt, and gray khakis standing inside.
When David saw her, he smiled and started to greet her, but when he saw her wet skirt, he became expressionless. “Hey-ee... The hell?”
Danielle blushed bright red and covered her skirt with her purse. “I, uh, it-it's not what it looks like!”
David motioned for Danielle to enter. “It looks like you, um, wet yourself. You didn't, did you?”
The poor girl couldn't stop blushing, as she tried to explain. “Well, I was at a lunch meeting and, um, I, um, got water spilled on me.”
David nodded and smirked. “Well, have a nice afternoon, Miss Smith.” He walked out of the elevator and Danielle hit the button for the top floor. The doors closed behind him and she was happy to be alone, free from staring eyes.
Oh god, why did he have to see my wet skirt? Danielle wondered. He knows I wet myself and after hearing what I said this morning, he probably wants to rub it in my face.
When the elevator reached the top floor, the doors parted and she walked out. As she turned the corner and reached the guard station, there were three security guards there, including the large, dark-skinned guy who looked like he could kill a lion with his bear hands.
The guard that Danielle recognized held his hand up and looked down at her wet skirt. “Miss, you can't go through here. The card scanner quit working and we're fixing it.”
Danielle started shaking as the other two guards glanced at her wet clothes and one of them started to grin.
“Someone spilled water on me!” Danielle cried angrily. “Why won't everyone stop staring?!”
The large guard smiled at her reaction. “Hehe, that's what they all say isn't it?”
Becoming red with anger, she pointed down the hall. “I need to get to my office. Please let me through.”
The big guy shook his head. “No, sorry. You're going to have to wait here until we fix this thing. It's company policy ma'am.”
Company policy, great! Danielle pressed her back against the wall and looked down at the floor, becoming even more annoyed. Mister Company Policy, if you don't let me through in time, I won't be able to pee before the break is done and then I'll have to wait until my next break at...
She couldn't remember exactly when her next break was, but she had a feeling that it was pretty far off.
“Wow, this is terrible,” said one of the other two security guards, a short, overweight man with no hair on his head and small eyes. “We need to get Maintenance on this right away, possibly even someone from the Computer Repair department. The computer in this thing is shot.”
What in the hell happened to that thing? Danielle wondered. Hurry up and fix it please...
Suddenly, Katherine walked around the corner of the hall. She put her hands on her hips and sighed loudly. “What is happening now?”
The third guard, a tall, scrawny, tan-skinned man with glasses, said, “Miss Andrews, the card scanner is broken and no one can get through here until it's fixed.”
Danielle looked at her watch and it said 12:58. No, I'm almost out of time!
Katherine kept her hands on her hips and sighed again. “Screw the company policy, you guys. I'm Katherine Andrews, the one and only, so let my assistant and I in.”
Mister Company Policy, as Danielle named him, rolled his eyes. “Alright, whatever you say ma'am. Go on in.”
What?! Danielle cried inside of her head. When I really needed to pee earlier, you wouldn't let me through, but when Miss Andrews says 'screw it', you let her through?! What is with this double-standard?
She hurried after her boss, to their offices, and Katherine walked into the restroom, directly in front of her.
“Excuse me, I'll only be a moment,” Katherine said as she closed the door behind her.
You've got to be kidding... Danielle dropped her purse on the floor and put the palm of her hand over her eyes. She stood there like that for a few seconds before removing her hand from her eyes and picking up her purse. She walked up to the restroom door and gently knocked. “Um, Miss Andrews?”
After a short pause, her boss replied, “Go in your office and get to work. You already wet yourself in the restaurant, so you shouldn't need to come in here.”
Afraid to get in trouble, Danielle sighed and walked into Katherine's office. She then walked through the side door, into her own office, and took a seat behind her desk. She looked at her watch and sure enough, the lunch break was over. Great... Maybe I'll finally be able to pee into a toilet on my next break.
Since she had no choice, she pulled out her PDA and returned to work on her laptop computer. She still had two more presentations to work on, so she decided that she had better get to them. |
I believe I forgot to describe what Katherine Andrews looks like, so I decided to try and put it in here, since I didn't want to leave that out, though I do think I mentioned her age somewhere, but I don't remember where... It annoys me that I forgot this important information, but here's another chapter, so enjoy.
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Though she was well aware that the lunch break was over, Katherine Andrews didn't care. She was sitting on the toilet, in the restroom just outside of her office, with her black skirt and gray panties around her ankles. With her fingers, she was pleasing herself and breathing rapidly as she recalled everything that she had done to her assistant earlier in the day.
This is the first time I have ever had an assistant wet herself in a public place, outside of this very building, she thought. It was so exciting!
She pictured Danielle's wet skirt, wondering what her panties looked like, as she had never seen them. She really wanted to look up that lovely girl's skirt and see her wet underwear. She wanted to slide them down those lovely legs and lap up the pee and love juice that remained in the folds of her assistant's flower, with her tongue.
Mm, that would be so delicious... She was right on the edge of an orgasm as she thought about tasting Danielle's love juice and urine. Mm...
Katherine threw her head back and her long, light-brown hair hung down her back and nearly touched her butt down below, but it didn't quite reach. What shall I do to my lovely assistant this afternoon? I have already seen what half of a day will do to the girl. I must see to it that she does not enter this restroom until the day is done!
She wanted to plot everything she was going to do to Danielle right then, but as she reached the glorious orgasm she sought, she was unable to concentrate. “Oh, god...”
Katherine felt an urge to pee as she finished her orgasm and sighed. She opened up her sphincter and released a long torrent of pee from her hole. She let the stream fall into her fingers and flow between them before splashing into the toilet below, enjoying every second.
My dear assistant, it is unfortunate that you did not soak yourself in my car. I was really hoping that would happen, but, there's always tomorrow... When Katherine was finished peeing through her fingers, she was still really horny, so she returned to rubbing herself, ready to orgasm again. “Mm...”
Katherine closed her eyes and felt her thin, square-framed glasses start to slide down her nose, not caring if they fell off or not. She imagined what it would have been like if Danielle had wet herself in the passenger seat of the car. As inconvenient as it would have been for her to clean the mess afterward, it would have definitely been worth it.
In her mind, she looked up inside of Danielle's skirt and imagined the lovely girl's thighs pressed together as she sat in the passenger seat. She imagined catching a glimpse of her assistant's panties as the poor girl groaned and rubbed herself with both hands, trying to prevent her pee from gushing out and soaking the seat underneath her.
Are your undies red? Are they blue, gray, purple, or white? Dear Danielle, if only I could look up at them and watch as your liquid gold gushes out through them. The cruel woman imagined her assistant crying out as she lost her battle and the pee started to flow between her fingers, spraying in multiple directions.
I can't hold it in anymore, Miss Andrews, she heard her assistant say, deep in her thoughts. It's all going to come out. Katherine clenched her jaws as she imagined a puddle of pee forming under Danielle's butt and spilling over the edge of the seat, to the floor. She had another wonderful orgasm as she imagined the urine drizzling down, between Danielle's feet.
I hope to see you wet yourself in my car tomorrow, Danielle, Katherine thought as she finished her orgasm and removed her hand from between her thighs. Deciding that it was time to get back to work, she lifted her hand up and watched as two droplets of her urine slowly dripped off of her fingers and fell on her right leg, just above the knee.
With a sigh, Katherine grabbed some toilet paper and got to work drying off her hand. Once her hand was no longer covered with liquid, she wiped her lady parts and stood up.
Katherine pulled up her gray panties and then her black business-skirt. She flushed the toilet and walked to the sink where she washed her hands, ready to get back to business. She still needed to get a fan for Danielle to air dry with and was not about to let the poor thing get all sore from wearing wet clothes all day.
She looked at herself in the mirror, through her glasses, and smiled. “Well Katherine, you did well today. Always remember, if you want to be on top, you've got to be a lioness.”
She walked away from the sink and used a hand dryer on the wall to dry off her hands. Once that was done, she left the restroom and hurried out into the hall, to find a fan for Danielle to dry herself off with.
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Danielle sat with her legs spread apart as the fan Katherine had gotten for her blew on her skirt and crotch, drying her off. It was sitting directly in front of her desk, pointed up at her, and had only been going for a couple of minutes. Though she wanted her clothes to be dry, she did not like the experience one bit.
This fan is making me cold! Danielle thought.
She was making progress on the fourth presentation, but with her bladder a little over half full and the air from the fan just about freezing her nether regions, she lost her concentration due to a strong urge to pee.
The poor girl clenched her holding muscles and pressed her legs together as she nearly lost a spurt into her already wet panties. No, I can't start leaking already!
When the urge faded away and she was able to comfortably hold in the contents of her bladder again, she spread her legs apart and returned to her work.
I hate using this damn fan to get dry! Danielle thought. If only I could have just gotten a change of clothes...
“Hey, I've got something for you,” said a voice, suddenly startling Danielle as she stared at the computer screen in front of her. She jumped in surprise and looked up. Katherine was standing there, with another bottle of water for her.
“Um, no thank you Miss Andrews,” Danielle said. “I'm really not very thirsty right now.”
Katherine smirked and set the bottle on the desk. “Well, you made quite a puddle back at the restaurant and I imagine you were probably sweating a lot, from the strain of trying not to wet yourself. You are probably dehydrated, so I expect you to drink this water.”
She hesitated, but Danielle grabbed the bottle and unscrewed the cap. She took a little sip and put the cap back on. The water inside was grape-flavored and she liked the taste, but didn't have any interest in drinking it. What are you trying to do to me, Miss Andrews?
Katherine turned and walked out of the side office. Danielle glared at her boss's back and set the water down on the floor beside her desk. Maybe I'm not being paranoid. Maybe you're screwing with me and trying to make me wet myself again. It's not going to work this time, Miss Andrews.
Determined to get her work done before her next break, she returned to working on the fourth presentation. As the minutes ticked by, the moisture in her clothing faded away and she caught her boss glancing at her at least once every ten minutes. Feeling a little uneasy, Danielle grabbed the bottle of water and took a drink every time her eyes met with Katherine's.
When Danielle finally finished the fourth presentation, it was two-thirty and the bottle of water she had been drinking from was nearly empty. Her bladder was starting to cause her quite a bit of discomfort by then, but she wasn't the least bit worried.
There will be another break at three and I'm sure I can make it until then, Danielle thought. She quickly got up from behind her desk and walked around to the front so she could turn off the fan and move it to a corner of the room, where it was out of the way.
As she returned to her seat, she looked at the almighty Ms. Andrews and smiled. If you were planning on seeing me wet myself again, it's not going to happen!
She quickly looked over her work and when she was satisfied with the quality of the finished project, she made sure to save it again and begin the final presentation. I can make it until three. It's just a little under half an hour away. I know I can make it.
Danielle worked on her final project as the minutes continued ticking by, waiting for the opportunity to finally empty her bladder for the first time, since waking up that morning. When three o'clock was only ten minutes away, Danielle was bouncing her legs up and down and repeatedly glancing at her watch. Damn, that water Miss Andrews gave me went right through me. I really need to pee right now, but I can make it ten more minutes.
As the last ten minutes passed, she was unable to concentrate on her work. She was becoming aroused as she started bouncing up and down in her seat. She kept looking at her watch and back at her computer until she only had five minutes left to wait.
Come on break, hurry up and get here! Danielle thought as the five remaining minutes became three minutes.
It's almost break time! Another minute passed. Then another. With only a minute left, Danielle placed one hand between her legs and gently rubbed her womanhood through her skirt and panties. Almost there! I can make it one more minute!
The last minute felt like an eternity to Danielle as she watched the seconds pass. Come on, hurry!
Her eyes grew wide when three finally arrived and she placed the palms of her hands on her desk. She looked at Katherine as she started to lift herself up. She stopped in her tracks when she saw her boss going over files and taking a sip of water from a bottle of her own, making no move to get up.
Maybe she doesn't realize that it's three already, Danielle thought.
She pushed herself up and got out of the chair with her legs pressed together. With a sigh, she walked out from behind her desk and left her office. She turned and walked towards the doors of Katherine's office.
Danielle was only a few feet away from freedom and finding relief when her boss asked, “Where do you think you're going?”
She turned around and looked at her boss. “It's time for another break, right? It's three.”
Katherine shook her head. “No, our next break doesn't come until four.”
No, it can't be! Danielle wanted to shout. Instead of saying what was on her mind, she smiled and slowly returned to her office. Just another hour. I can make it. I'll be uncomfortable until then, but I can do it!
She walked back behind her desk and took a seat. As soon as she sat down, she groaned quietly and placed one hand between her legs. Why did I not know that the next break was at four? Why didn't she tell me? I thought that each break was two hours apart...
Frantically, she pulled her hand away from her crotch and crossed her legs as she grabbed her PDA. She quickly looked through and sure enough, all of the information she needed was there.
No! She tossed the PDA back down on the top of her desk and placed both hands between her legs. Oh god, I need to pee so badly! I have got to make it until four! I must! Why do I need to pee so badly, this soon?!
Danielle reached down and picked up the bottle of flavored water. Feeling a little suspicious, she looked at Katherine. Her boss was looking down at the files in front of her with a smirk on her face. She must have put something in the water!
Hoping she could make it another hour, she set the bottle back down on the floor and looked at her computer screen, but was too focused on her bladder to get any work done. |
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It was exactly three-thirty and Danielle felt like her bladder was going to explode. She was rocking back and forth in her chair, with her legs double crossed, and her hands pressed against her pee hole. How am I going to make it until four?! I don't think I can do it!
Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead and she gasped as an intense bladder spasm nearly sent a spurt of pee shooting into her panties.
Miss Andrews must have put diuretics in my water or something, she thought. What am I going to do?
She had made no progress with her work in half an hour, but Danielle didn't care all that much. All of her attention was on making it until four. I must make it until four! I have to!
Katherine took a quick glance in Danielle's direction and Danielle noticed. When she caught her boss looking, Katherine had a devious grin on her face. She is doing this on purpose! If that doesn't prove it, then what does?
Deciding that it was time to do something about her situation, she got up from behind her desk and shuffled over to Katherine, who was still grinning at her.
“Alright Miss Andrews, this has gone far enough!” Danielle cried. “I know you are trying to make me wet myself on purpose, so don't try and act like you don't know what I'm talking about.”
Katherine leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. “Oh, is that your hypothesis? Where did you come up with that one?”
Danielle bent forward at the waist and grimaced as she felt another bladder spasm. Where she stood in front of Katherine's desk, she squirmed around like a worm on a hook, trying not to lose her balance and fall, knowing that if she did, her bladder would empty itself on the floor.
“If-if you don't stop this, Miss Andrews, I will-”
Katherine chuckled and interrupted Danielle. “You will what? You're going to report me to some authority, for purposefully keeping you away from a toilet so that you wet yourself? You should know, Danielle, that I don't take kindly to slander.”
Trying to keep calm, Danielle pressed harder into her urethra and squeezed her legs together, tighter than ever. “How can you lie to me like that, when I saw you grinning at me and watching me squirm around in my seat?!”
Katherine pressed the tip of her index finger on her lips and shook her head, still grinning. When she removed it, she said, “I'm grinning because it is amusing to see the situation you have put yourself into. It's not my fault that you squandered every opportunity to use a toilet that you had.”
Danielle scowled at her boss, ready to defend herself, but was unable to do so as she had another bladder spasm and lost a spurt of pee into her panties. Her face turned red and Katherine laughed.
“Did you really just do what I think you did?” Katherine asked.
Danielle didn't reply, so Katherine pointed at Danielle's desk. “How about you return to your desk and have a seat. You are not going to leave this room until four, unless you want to look elsewhere for employment.”
Danielle did as she was told and took a seat. She crossed her legs again and groaned loudly. “Miss Andrews, please let me go to the restroom!”
Upon hearing her start to beg, Katherine gave her assistant a seductive look and bit her lower lip. “Do you need to go that badly? Well, I guess it's a good thing that your leather chair is water-proof and that you have a fan to dry yourself off with.”
Danielle started whimpering as she lost control of her bladder again and peed into her panties for nearly two seconds before regaining control.
“Please don't make me wet myself completely, Miss Andrews,” Danielle said, almost whining as she said it. “I really need this job and I need the money. I can't wet myself again!”
Katherine giggled and put both of her high-heel clad feet on her desk and crossed her legs. “So, I suppose you're about to tell me that you'll do anything I ask, if I let you take an early break and let you keep your job.”
Danielle nodded and closed her eyes tight as another intense urge to pee caused her to lose control. She gasped as her pee sprayed into her panties and moaned while she fought to stop the flow. The stream was powerful and lasted for about five seconds.
A small puddle of pee formed underneath Danielle's rear end, creating a wet spot on the back of her skirt.
“Yes Miss Andrews, I'll do anything!
Katherine rubbed her chin with the fingers on her right hand as she looked up at the ceiling, appearing to be deep in thought.
“Well, if you really want to keep your job and have an early break, then you can run an errand for me.”
Danielle smiled wide and slowly stood up. “I'll go do any errand you want me to do, Miss Andrews.”
Unfortunately, her happiness was short-lived when Katherine said, “Only when you have completed the errand, will I allow you to have an early break.”
No! Danielle blushed and bit her lower lip in despair. There is no way I can run an errand like this!
“Danielle, I want you to go down the hall, to the Security Station, and get some files from John,” Katherine said. “He's the big, dark guy with the muscles. He already knows which files I need, so when you say that you are there to get some files for me, he'll know what you're talking about.”
With her fingers pressed against the opening of her urethra, Danielle felt hopeful. That doesn't sound too bad. Maybe I can do it!
Very slowly, she shuffled out of her office, but froze just past the doorway, when she squirted more pee into her panties. “Oh god...”
With the fact that Danielle peed again being plainly obvious to Katherine, she said, “You could always drink what's left in one of those water bottles on the floor, in your office, and pee in it. However, if you do it, then you better make sure none of the pee ends up on the floor.”
Danielle groaned loudly again and bent forward at the waist. With all of her strength, she pressed her fingers into her pee hole as pee leaked through her sphincter again, but prevented it from escaping her body completely. Okay, there is no way I can run this errand without wetting myself. What should I do?
Deciding that the errand was too much for her, Danielle shuffled back into her office and picked up the bottle she had already drank from that afternoon. Since it was nearly empty, she figured she could just pee into it, without emptying the last gulp of water that was in it.
She tensed all of the muscles in her body and held her breath as she reached up to unscrew the cap on the water bottle. With no hands over her pee hole, her tired holding muscles were the only thing between the ocean of pee inside of her and the inside of her panties.
When Danielle removed the cap, she tossed it to the floor and shuffled back to her seat. She took a seat and found that Katherine was still watching her. For some reason that Danielle did not understand, knowing that her boss was watching her, as she was right on the edge of spraying pee all over the floor, made her extremely horny.
Danielle slid her butt forward on the chair so that her crotch was over the floor. She slid her skirt back, so it was no longer covering her butt, and with one hand, she pulled her panties to one side and used her fingers to place the opening of the bottle around her urethra.
I can't believe she is letting me do this, Danielle thought as she dampened her fingers and the opening of the bottle with her arousal juice.
Come on, I can do this! I need relief! As desperate as she was, she was afraid of slipping and spraying pee on the floor, instead of in the bottle, and was unable to relax and let the liquid flow.
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Come on Danielle, you've got to let it out! Danielle tried to relax and let the pee flow, but it still didn't come. This can't be happening! Please come out, pee, I'm bursting!
Katherine folded her hands, placed her elbows on her desk, and leaned forward, watching and waiting. She saw Danielle's quivering legs and the bottle hanging down between them, underneath her desk.
Danielle kept glancing up at her boss and back down at the bottle she was holding. Come on, you can do this Danielle. You must do this!
She closed her eyes and tried again to relax. After a short pause, a slow trickle of pee went into the bottle and the room was quiet enough that both Danielle and Katherine could hear it splashing into the water at the bottom.
Yes, it's coming! As Danielle's stream became a powerful spray, she sighed loudly. “Yes...”
Just then, she heard the doors of Katherine's office open and close, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching Katherine.
In a panic, Danielle squeezed her holding muscles and fought to stop the flow, but it hurt and she couldn't make it stop right away.
No, stop! After peeing, full-stream, for about ten seconds, Danielle was able to stop the flow, but by then, the person who had entered the room was already standing in front of Katherine's desk. She looked up and there was David, the guy from the elevator.
David was smiling and he quickly looked over at Danielle for a second. Filled with embarrassment, Danielle's face turned red and she quickly moved the bottle away from her crotch and hid it behind her back, but feared that he already knew what she had been doing.
“So, is the ID card scanner out there fixed?” Katherine asked, looking serious and ready to get down to business.
David nodded. “Yeah, we've got it working again, so there shouldn't be any more troubles with security.”
Katherine smiled at David. “Good. Hopefully this doesn't happen again.”
David glanced at Danielle again and nodded. “Hello, Danielle.” He then turned away and walked back to the doors and out into the hall.
Katherine glanced at Danielle and started laughing when she saw how red her assistant's face was. Danielle's bladder was still hurting and was still really full, so she pulled the bottle from its hiding place and lowered it to her crotch again.
The bottle held about an eighth of its capacity when she started peeing, but now the bottle was a third full and the liquid inside was clear, but slightly yellow. Danielle was going to fill it up even more, but Katherine pointed at her. “Nope, you're done peeing.”
Danielle opened her eyes wide and her lower jaw dropped. “No, I'm not even close to done!”
Katherine got up from her desk and walked into Danielle's office. Afraid of her boss seeing her stained panties, she lifted herself up and yanked her skirt over her crotch.
“You've peed enough that you should be able to hold it until four,” Katherine said. “That is all I was going to let you do anyway.”
Danielle shook her head. “It's over twenty minutes away, Miss Andrews. Please, I really need to pee. Just let me finish!”
Katherine held her open hand towards Danielle. “Since you couldn't wait until four, I let you pee out enough that you could hold it in until then.”
Danielle glared at her. “You said I could use the bottle and that I wasn't supposed to get pee on the floor. You never said I had to stop.”
Katherine put her hands on her hips and glared back. “I know what I said, but you are an adult and should be able to hold it in until your break. I was generous by letting you pee as much as you did.”
Danielle reluctantly held the bottle out to her boss. She crossed her legs and started bouncing them up and down. “Miss Andrews, please...”
Katherine snatched the bottle out of Danielle's hand. “Nope, you're all done, until four.”
Danielle tried to protest again, but Katherine looked at the screen of Danielle's laptop and cut her off. “It looks like you're in the middle of a project that should have been all done this morning. You haven't made any progress in a while, have you?”
Danielle's face became red from embarrassment, again. “I really needed to go to the restroom and my bladder hasn't been empty all day!”
Katherine turned away and said, “That's not my fault or my problem. Now, get back to work. I would hate to fire you on your first day.”
Danielle then remembered that she had a second bottle of water sitting on the floor. She quickly grabbed it and saw that it was still a quarter full.
Katherine walked out of the side office and turned so that she was walking towards the doors that led to the hallway. When Danielle heard the doors open and close, she lifted her butt off the chair and moved her skirt up around her waist so that it was out of the way. Then, she unscrewed the cap, slid forward to the edge of the chair, and pulled her panties to one side.
Come on Danielle, you've got to pee in this thing before she gets back. Danielle tried to hurry as she held her panties out of the way and placed the opening of the bottle around her pee hole.
With her eyes closed, she tried to relax. After a short pause, a stream of pee fell into the bottle. Danielle tipped her head back as the sound of her pee hitting the water inside of the bottle filled the room.
That feels so good! Keeping her eyes closed, she sighed as her bladder slowly drained into the bottle. The relief was amazing. “Mm...”
The bottle filled up quickly as her pee sprayed into it at full blast and she should have been paying more attention to what was happening. Danielle's bladder was still about a quarter full when the bottle overflowed and the opening of her urethra became completely covered with pee.
“No!” she cried, suddenly cutting off the flow. Pee drizzled to the floor as she pulled the bottle away from her crotch. She quickly put the cap back on the bottle and set it down, somewhere that it was out of the way.
I need to clean up this pee before Miss Andrews gets back! She slid her panties down to her ankles and then kicked them off. Quickly, she got down on her hands and knees and soaked up the pee from the floor with her panties.
When she was done, she tossed the sopping panties into a nearby trash can. With that taken care of, she grabbed the bottle full of pee and set it in the trash can as well.
Alright, that's better... Danielle got back in her seat. Feeling relieved, she decided that it was time to get back to work, but she still couldn't concentrate, because she was very horny and really wanted to play with herself. The embarrassment of knowing that two different people had seen her peeing into a bottle was very erotic, though she was unsure as to why that was the case.
What was also arousing was the fact that she was at work, in her office, with no panties on underneath her skirt. She had never been in a public place without wearing panties under her skirt and never thought of doing it on purpose, so she didn't know how erotic it could be before then.
Since she was still alone after peeing and cleaning up the mess, she was tempted to start fingering herself right then and there, but didn't do it because she was afraid that Katherine would return at any moment. |
15
For about fifteen minutes or so, Danielle didn't see Katherine return. She got a little bit of work done on the final presentation, in that amount of time, but she could hardly concentrate, when the only thing she wanted to do was stroke herself in the downstairs area, until she had an orgasm, but the fear that Katherine could walk in at any moment prevented it.
When her last break of the day was only five minutes off, Danielle decided that her boss wasn't going to come back right away, so she pulled the front of her skirt up towards her waist, completely exposing her bare vulva. Her clit was bulging out, demanding attention, and she reached down and started to gently stroke it.
“Mm...” She tipped her head back and slouched in her chair a little bit as she started to gradually stroke harder and faster. It felt so naughty to be doing it right there in her office. That made the experience all that more enjoyable.
“Mm!” Danielle was just moments away from climax when she heard the sound of the office doors opening and closing, followed by the sound of Katherine's high heels clicking on the floor towards her.
No, I wasn't finished yet! Danielle pulled her hand away and frantically covered herself with her skirt. Her fingers were all wet and she accidentally got a little of her lady juice on her skirt. She was afraid of Katherine finding out what she'd done, so she quickly grabbed a tissue from the box of tissues in front of her and started to dry off her fingers, to hide the evidence.
Katherine poked her head into the doorway and looked at Danielle. “Hello. Sorry I was gone for so long, but I've decided not to make you hold until four.”
Danielle gave her boss a puzzled look. “But you already did. It's only five minutes away.”
Suddenly, Katherine narrowed her eyes. “You seem a little too comfortable for someone who is bursting.”
Danielle shrugged. “I guess I peed enough, but didn't realize it sooner.”
She started to become nervous when Katherine entered the room and looked down at her. She balled the wet tissue in her hands and squeezed it between them, afraid that she had been caught.
Katherine slowly stepped towards the trash can and Danielle looked at it nervously.
“Someone looks a little guilty,” Katherine said as she took another step and looked down into the trash can.
Danielle jumped up from her seat. “I can explain.”
Katherine pointed down at the contents of the trash can. “What is this that I see? I see wet panties and a bottle full of pee in there. It looks like you don't need a break at four o'clock, after all.”
“Right, I guess I don't need it anymore,” Danielle said. “Am I in trouble because I didn't wait?”
Katherine frowned. “Well, I should have taken that second bottle, but I forgot about it being here. I'm not going to fire you, if that's what you are asking.”
Danielle smiled and sighed with relief as she sat back down. “Good, I thought you were going to.”
A grin appeared on Katherine's face and she folded her arms over her chest. “I'm going to give you some overtime today. You're going to be here an extra two hours.”
Danielle wasn't sure how she felt about being there twelve hours instead of ten, but overtime meant extra money, so it sounded like a good deal. However, she was suspicious of her boss.
Katherine stepped out of the room for a moment and returned with four twenty-ounce bottles of cold water, from her private refrigerator, which sat against the wall, a few feet to the right of Danielle's office doorway.
Katherine set the bottles on the desk in front of Danielle and she opened her eyes wide with horror. “I'm not going to drink all of those!”
Katherine laughed. “Of course not. I'm going to drink two and you're going to drink two. We're both going to be here an extra two hours and we need to make sure we don't get dehydrated.”
Danielle grabbed one of the bottles and unscrewed the cap. She took a small sip, certain that something was off. There could be more diuretics in these... Even if there isn't anything in the water, it will be four hours until the end of the work day and I'll be bursting long before then, if I drink two of these!
Katherine picked up one of them, took off the cap, and gulped down a whole quarter of the bottle. Then, she put the cap back on and picked up another one. “I'm going to take these and the ones in front of you are yours.”
Katherine turned and walked away, leaving Danielle feeling worried and extremely aroused. She knew that she was expected to drink all of the water, but she didn't know what her boss was planning. She felt a strong sense of excitement about not knowing what Katherine was up to.
She was absolutely certain that her boss was purposefully trying to keep her bladder full, but she didn't understand why Katherine was going to drink so much water, along with her.
Katherine took a seat behind her own desk and her eyes met with Danielle's. Danielle was filled with excitement as she took a big gulp of water from the bottle she had already opened. Katherine's eyes lit up as she watched her assistant drink, turning Danielle on even more, which she didn't think was possible.
Much to her surprise, Danielle had discovered a new side to her sexuality that she never knew was there. Being dominated and controlled like she was, filled her with excitement and fear. As much as she did not want to admit that she liked this, she certainly couldn't deny it. |
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It was five o'clock and Danielle was on the phone, talking to a farm owner who lived just outside of Lewisville. Katherine had previously offered him a large sum of cash, in exchange for his property, and Danielle was scheduling a meeting with him for the next day.
Though she tried to pay attention to the conversation, Danielle was already bouncing in her seat and had her legs crossed. Lying on the floor, beside her desk, was an empty water bottle. She had gulped it all down by a quarter after four and was already halfway through her second bottle of water, which was still sitting on her desk.
“So, I'll see you and your boss tomorrow at one?” the farmer asked, making sure he had all of the information straight.
Danielle twisted her body side-to-side, turning the rotating chair with it, and grimaced. “Yes. We'll be there.”
The farmer on the other end laughed. “Thanks for this deal! I really need this cash.”
Danielle grunted a little as she fought against a bladder spasm and placed one hand between her legs.
The farmer heard Danielle's grunt, which told him that she was suffering from some sort of discomfort. “Are you alright ma'am?”
Danielle pressed her hand against her crotch and squeezed her muscles as she waited for the urge to pass. “Yes, I am alright. See you tomorrow sir. Bye.”
She hung up the phone and looked up. Katherine was standing in the doorway, leaning her shoulder into the wooden frame, with a grin on her face. “You need to pee that badly already?”
Danielle nodded. “Yes. All of this water is going right through me and my holding muscles are tired out from all of the other times I've had to hold it today.”
Katherine left the doorway and walked up to the desk. She placed both hands on top of the desk and leaned on it. “So, the urges are coming sooner and stronger than before?”
Danielle quickly placed both hands between her legs. “Yes, they are. I am not going to be able to make it until eight!”
Katherine slowly walked around the desk and Danielle watched, but did not move. She went behind Danielle and placed one hand on each of her shoulders.
Danielle could hear her boss's gentle breathing as she leaned on her and lowered her head towards her ear. After a short pause, she heard Katherine whisper to her. “I need to pee too and I'm going to hold it with you. It only seems fair.”
Danielle started to rub her labia through her skirt when her boss admitted to needing to pee. Knowing that she wasn't the only one in need of the toilet made her want to have an orgasm so badly.
Katherine moved her hands, reached down, and grabbed Danielle's wrists. “No rubbing yourself in the office, young lady. Your work day's not over and your break time has passed.”
Danielle stopped rubbing and kept her hands still, while pressing into her crotch. Being dominated and denied an orgasm by her boss was very erotic for her and she loved how horny she was. “Okay, Miss Andrews. I'll stop.”
Katherine pulled her hands away and placed one of them on Danielle's right cheek for a few seconds. “Good girl.”
With her high heels clicking, Katherine walked around the desk again and returned to the doorway, where she glanced back at Danielle and smiled, before leaving the little office.
Once she was alone in the room, Danielle grabbed the half-full bottle of water and gulped down another quarter of it. When she put the cap back on, she couldn't help but think about how strange all of this was.
She didn't understand how she had come to enjoy being in this situation. Perhaps her will had been broken by Katherine, making it possible to enjoy experiencing what she once hated. Or maybe, she had always liked being desperate and forced to hold her pee, but was afraid to admit it, and suppressed it.
Thinking back, Danielle remembered that as a teenager and a child, needing to pee and not being able to, always felt exciting for her, though she found the idea of holding and possibly wetting in public frightening. She especially feared wetting in public, after she wet herself as a young child, in Elementary School, and the kids in her class laughed...
As the minutes continued ticking by, Danielle's desperation increased. By five-thirty, all of the water she had been given was gone and when she looked at Katherine, she could see that her boss was fidgeting in her seat. Miss Andrews is getting desperate!
Unfortunately, her own desperation appeared to be far more severe than Katherine's, as she felt like she had a bloated water balloon inside of her, filled to the brim with pee. Not wanting to disappoint Katherine and risk getting in trouble, she did everything she could to keep holding. She had every muscle in her body tensed and her hands were practically welded against her wet pussy.
When it was a quarter to six, Danielle got up out of her seat and hobbled over towards her boss, with her legs pressed together and her fingers glued over her urethra. Katherine had her legs crossed and was bouncing them up and down as her desperate assistant slowly approached her.
“Miss Andrews, I can't hold it much more. I'm just about at my limit and I-” Danielle stopped talking and gasped as her bladder was struck with another spasm and a little bit of urine squirted out of her, onto her fingers.
Katherine smiled at her and stood up. She moved beside Danielle and grabbed her shoulders. “You've got to keep holding it. Don't let it gush out until your work day is done.”
Danielle groaned as more pee escaped from her bladder and she pressed even harder against her crotch, trying to prevent it from falling to the floor. “I don't think I can do it, Miss Andrews!”
“If a little leaks out here and there, there isn't much you can do about that,” Katherine said. “But, don't completely soak yourself.”
Danielle nodded and grimaced. “I'll try not to.”
Where Katherine was standing, she crossed her legs and blew air out of her mouth. “I'm almost as desperate as you, but not quite. I don't think I can make it to the end of the day, either.”
“If we aren't going to make it, then what should we do?” Danielle asked.
Katherine looked down at Danielle's pretty legs, which were double -crossed, and narrowed her eyes. “Hmm... If you can just make it until six, the day will be over for almost everyone here. We will practically be alone from then until eight, when the evening employees arrive.”
Danielle groaned as a few drops of pee fell between her fingers and splashed on her legs, just above the knees, sending small droplets of clear liquid splattering in all directions. “What will we do at six?”
“We will help each other hold,” Katherine replied. “Maybe I'll even let you pee early, as well as have the orgasm you've been wanting for the last two hours.”
Danielle closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and nodded. Her whole body started shaking as more pee dribbled out of her, onto her fingers. When the leak stopped, she opened her eyes again. “I can make it until six, I think, but not much longer than that.”
Katherine smiled and looked out through the glass wall behind her desk, at the afternoon sun. “Good. Now, return to your office. You never know who might call.”
Danielle looked back at her office from where she stood, beside Katherine. When she was so close to bursting, the little room, just a few feet away, seemed like it was miles off in the distance. Despite the fear that all of her pee would gush out on the way there, she turned around and slowly hobbled back to her little office. |
Thanks for the comments everyone. I'm glad that this story has pleased so many readers. To show my appreciation, I have written a special chapter for everyone who is a fan of this erotic tale of desperation and wetting.
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It was six o'clock at last, the end of the work day. David pressed the down button for the elevator and waited for it to arrive on his floor. With most of the building going home for the night, he was sure glad there were multiple elevators.
While David waited for the doors to open, he thought about the odd thing he witnessed while paying a small visit to Ms. Andrews. He wasn't completely certain, but he thought he saw and heard Danielle peeing into a bottle. He had only caught a slight glimpse of what he thought could have been the bottom of a water bottle underneath her desk, between her legs. He clearly remembered her face turning red as she quickly hid the mysterious container behind her back.
It was probably a bottle filled with pee that she was hiding! David thought.
As the doors of the elevator opened, he got into the elevator, along with several other coworkers, before hitting the button for the lobby.
He remembered the muffled sound of Danielle's pee going into the plastic bottle, at full blast, as he approached Ms. Andrews, before glancing in the side office, at the very lovely Danielle.
I wonder if Miss Andrews ever let any of her past assistants pee into a bottle in their office? Maybe she likes seeing women desperate, like I do, so she has been purposefully keeping her assistants away from the restrooms, causing them to wet themselves!
He thought back to early in the afternoon when he saw Danielle's wet skirt. Back then, he had been fairly certain that she had peed herself, probably while sitting down, but the story about having water spilled on her was equally as believable.
Regardless, it seemed extremely likely that Ms. Andrews was forcing Danielle to hold her pee until she wet herself. Thinking about this possibility gave David an erection. He imagined Danielle begging Ms. Andrews to use the restroom, only to be told no, multiple times.
He tried to imagine the conversation between the two of them when Ms. Andrews finally allowed her new assistant to pee into the bottle.
In his mind, he imagined Danielle sitting behind her desk, while her boss stood over her, with a whip in her hand. He pictured Danielle with a red face as she sat with her legs crossed and her hands pressing into her crotch, through her skirt, as she looked up at her boss. “Miss Andrews, I'm going to burst! Please let me take a wee!”
He pictured Ms. Andrews slapping the desk in the side office with her whip, startling her assistant, causing her to lose a spurt into her panties.
I wonder what her panties look like... I'd like to know if she was even wearing any.
In his head, he imagined Ms. Andrews smiling sadistically at Danielle. “You may pee into an empty water bottle, but you may not leave this room. If you slip and spill any pee on the floor, I will whip your bare butt until it is red!”
“No, please, don't do that!” Danielle begged. “I promise that I won't slip and get pee on the floor!”
When the elevator reached the bottom floor, the doors opened, snapping David out of his fantasy. As he got out, he walked into the lobby and found it full of employees, some carrying briefcases, some purses, some nothing at all. He looked around to see if Danielle was there, but she was nowhere to be found.
Maybe Danielle already left or hasn't come down yet, David thought. Or maybe she is working late and Miss Andrews is going to continue dominating her up there. Ooh, I wish I could be upstairs to see that.
With a smile on his face, David walked towards the front doors of the building and walked out, trying to imagine what sort of things might be going on between Danielle and Ms. Andrews.
***
It was exactly six and Katherine was tapping her fingers on the digital clock on her desk with one hand. It came with an alarm that signaled each break in the day, but she had turned off the alarm long before, to keep Danielle clueless as to the times when there would be breaks.
If only she had known that she really did have a break at three, Katherine thought, almost laughing. Turning off the alarm and putting a little false information on her PDA was just too good...
She had both of her legs crossed and one hand in between them. She was rubbing her crotch through her skirt and panties. She could feel her own bladder swelling up inside of her and hoped that what she had planned would turn out better than it did with her last two assistants. One of them threatened to press charges on me and the other simply ran away and never came back. I hope Danielle is more accepting. She seems like she will be, since I know a horny girl when I see one!
Where Danielle was sitting, she was whimpering and was sitting on one of her heels, with both of her shoes kicked off to the side. Katherine was sure that her desperate assistant was grinding that heel in there, doing everything possible to keep that urethra blocked, for as long it was safe to do so. Wanting to know how Danielle was doing, Katherine got up and approached her.
“How are you doing with your hold?” Katherine asked.
Danielle's face was red and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. “I am in pain...”
Katherine crossed her legs and closed her eyes as she felt her first strong urge. She nearly lost a little bit of pee into her panties, but was able to keep it held in. When she opened her eyes, she smiled. “If it gets too painful, don't be afraid to let out a little bit of pee. I don't want you to hurt yourself.”
Danielle pressed her heel into her crotch, through her skirt, and cried out loudly. “Miss Andrews, I can't do it!”
Katherine watched as her assistant moved her heel and stood up. She pressed her legs together and groaned loudly as streams of pee ran down her legs, towards her feet.
Katherine got down on her knees in front of Danielle and lifted up her assistant's skirt. “Don't let out too much. You need to stop the flow.”
Danielle did not resist as her boss uncovered her very private area and reached down with both hands to stop the flow, which was nothing more than a slow trickle. “I can't, Miss Andrews!”
Katherine smiled as she watched her assistant press her fingers into her crotch, finally able to stop the trickling of pee. When the flow ceased, Danielle sighed and lowered her hands. She looked down at Katherine, but kept her legs pressed together.
“So, my dear assistant, did you pee out enough that you are now able to hold it a little while longer?”
Danielle nodded and bit her lower lip. “Yes, but I still need to pee very badly.”
Katherine lowered her gaze and looked straight ahead, at the little patch of pubic hair on Danielle's groin. She lowered her gaze slightly and took a gander at the lovely girl's outer labia. There were droplets of clear liquid hanging from them, ready to fall off. Katherine watched as one fell and splashed on the skin of Danielle's leg below.
After watching more droplets fall from Danielle's outer lips, she decided that it was time to come clean and see what would happen. “I need to be honest, Danielle. All day, I really have been trying to keep you away from a toilet, just so I could see you squirm and wet yourself, because I think it's so sexy.”
She looked up at Danielle and saw a faint smile appear on the young woman's face. “I know, Miss Andrews. I'm not stupid.”
Katherine chuckled as she dropped the skirt, allowing it to cover Danielle's womanhood again, and stood up from the floor. “Of course you're not stupid. You accused me of this long before the last two assistants did. It took them a couple of days of misery and wetting to figure it out.”
Katherine groaned as she felt another urge to pee. She put one hand against her crotch and pressed through her skirt and panties, to hold back the flood.
Danielle looked into Katherine's eyes and scowled at her. “After all that you have put me through today, I feel like I should hate you, but...”
Did she really just say 'but'? Katherine couldn't believe what she was hearing. “You feel like you should hate me, but you are horny, correct?”
Danielle nodded as her expression softened. Katherine saw a gleam in Danielle's eyes that she had not seen in the last two assistants' eyes. “Holding in a full bladder is really exciting and it makes me, um, you know. It's just that being desperate and wetting in public is so humiliating.”
Katherine smiled. “Do you want revenge for what I have done to you? I was mean.”
A smirk appeared on Danielle's face as she looked down at Katherine's crossed legs and the hand she had between them. Katherine glanced down too and then looked back at Danielle's face. “Um, there is something else that you should know.”
Danielle looked back at her boss and a puzzled expression appeared on her face. “What is that?”
A wicked grin appeared on Katherine's face. “You actually were supposed to have a break at three, but I turned off the alarm on my clock and put a false time on your PDA, before you arrived this morning.”
Danielle's eyes went wide and she suddenly looked really angry for a moment, but that did not last, as her expression softened again and she smiled. “Why would you do such a thing, Miss Andrews? Why are you so mean to me?”
Katherine put her face up close to Danielle's, so that their lips were almost touching. “I am mean to you because I can get away with it. I promise that I will make up for it.”
“How?” Danielle asked.
Katherine got back down on her knees again and lifted up Danielle's skirt. Once again, Danielle made no move to stop her. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she dipped her head, placed her lips between her assistant's legs, and stuck out her tongue. |
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Danielle looked down into Katherine's eyes and gasped as she felt a warm tongue gently touch her clitoris. It felt so good, but she had never done anything like this with a woman before. She had only ever been intimate with men and even then, it never had anything to do with domination or pee.
“Wait, stop, please,” Danielle said. She backed away and Katherine pulled her tongue back into her mouth.
Katherine got up from the floor and let the skirt fall back over Danielle's crotch again. She put her hands on Danielle's shoulders. “What's the matter?”
Danielle crossed her legs as she fought against another strong urge to pee. “It's just that I've never done this with a woman and it's so strange. As much as I want, well, you know, it's confusing and feels so wrong.”
Katherine smiled and jerked her hands away from Danielle's shoulders so she could put them between her own legs and press against her pee hole through her skirt. “It may be a little strange to you, having never done this before. All of it is taboo and I can understand if you feel uncomfortable about going forward. We can just hold and not do the other stuff, if that is what you want.”
Danielle shook her head. “It's not that I feel uncomfortable about going forward, it's that I feel like I'm not supposed to enjoy this. A lot of people would not understand how a sane person could enjoy being forced to hold their pee while being intimate with a member of the same sex.”
Katherine frowned and started twisting her body side-to-side, with her hands still pressed into her crotch. “You have been conditioned to feel uncomfortable about liking it, either by family or the culture around you. Danielle, if you like it, it shouldn't matter what anyone else thinks. Besides, we are the only people who will ever know.”
Maybe she is right. Danielle thought. Even if it is considered wrong to enjoy bladder domination, or even to desire intimacy with a woman, by many people, why should it matter to me what they think?
She looked into Katherine's eyes, knowing what she wanted, deciding that she wasn't going to let other people's opinions stand in her way. “I want this, Miss Andrews. I think I am ready to go forward.”
A grin appeared on Katherine's face. “Are you sure?”
Danielle nodded and then got down on the floor, so that she was sitting on her butt. She looked up at Katherine as she lay down on her back. Having only emptied a small portion of the pee she had been holding, the space left behind by the leak was filling up quickly. She felt a bladder spasm and pressed her legs together.
Katherine got down on her knees as Danielle fought to stay in control. She closed her eyes as she clenched her holding muscles. The spasm was so strong, she felt like all of her pee was going to gush out, right then.
“Keep holding,” Katherine whispered. Danielle felt her boss gently place her hands on her knees. She allowed her boss to slowly spread her legs apart, though she feared that she was going to spray pee all over.
“Oh Miss Andrews, I can't have my legs spread out like this!” she cried. “I'm going to lose it again if I don't close them!”
Katherine pushed Danielle's skirt up onto her stomach, so it was completely out of the way, and placed one hand on her assistant's pee hole. “Don't worry Danielle, I will help you.”
Breathing heavily and grunting, Danielle struggled to keep the ocean in her bladder contained as Katherine lowered her face down towards her crotch and stuck out her tongue again.
Danielle turned her head sharply to the right as she felt Katherine's warm tongue touch her clitoris again. She felt the tip of the tongue move back and forth over it and then around it in a circle. “That feels good, Miss Andrews...”
The tongue soon moved away and she wanted it to touch her again. “Please do that again.”
When Katherine did not put her tongue back, she opened her eyes and saw a devious grin on Katherine's face. She watched as her boss frantically removed her business jacket, after fumbling with the buttons on the front. Once it was off, she tossed it to the side and quickly put both hands between her legs.
Danielle reached her hands towards her own crotch and pressed her fingers against her pee hole, fighting a strong urge of her own, which nearly caused her to spray the front of Katherine's white shirt with pee, from between the parted lips of her womanhood.
Katherine lifted her hands up again and pressed both of her legs together. Danielle watched as she fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, with trembling hands. She kept stopping and shoving one hand between her legs and then pulling the hand away to finish with the buttons.
When the buttons were finally undone, Katherine quickly pulled off her shirt and tossed it to the side. Now, she was wearing only her black skirt, gray panties, high heals, and a lacy, gray bra, which just barely covered her nipples.
Katherine leaned down and used one hand to support herself, while keeping the other between her legs.
Danielle pulled her hands out of the way and gasped as a squirt of pee flew out of her urethra and splashed on Katherine's chest. She tensed all of the muscles in her body and cut off the flow. She closed her eyes again and felt Katherine's tongue make contact with her clitoris.
She felt the tongue move side-to-side over it, before it was pulled away again. Miss Andrews, why are you teasing me so much?!
After a short wait, Danielle heard the sound of high heel shoes clattering to the floor in the distance, followed by the sound of a piece of clothing falling to the floor. She opened her eyes again and saw her boss in only her underwear, her skirt no longer in the picture.
She looked at Katherine's curves and muscular abs. She was a very sexy, forty-something woman. Katherine was still on her knees, with her legs pressed together, and both hands inside of her underwear.
“Miss Andrews, please...”
Katherine chuckled as she bobbed her torso and head up and down. “Do you really think I'm going to let you climax that easily? You've got to wait to get the good stuff, young lady.”
Danielle put both of her hands over her crotch and pressed against her pee hole as a strong urge forced her sphincter open. She stopped the flow with her fingers, trying not to let it out, but she couldn't seal her bladder back up. “Miss Andrews, I can't hold it! If I move my hands again, it's going to come out!”
Pulling one hand out of her panties, Katherine crawled forward with her knees and one hand until she was looking straight down into Danielle's eyes. “I have an idea.”
Waiting to see what her plan was, she watched as Katherine stood on her knees and pulled her other hand out of her panties. With shaky hands, she fumbled with the buttons on the front of Danielle's business-jacket. Once the buttons were undone, she sat up and allowed Katherine to pull off the jacket and toss it out of the way.
Katherine was about to start taking off Danielle's shirt, but stopped suddenly with a loud squeal. Danielle watched as pee started flowing through Katherine's panties and drizzled on the floor. Katherine quickly put both hands between her legs and pressed through her panties, stopping the flow.
“If I can't pee, then neither can you,” Danielle said with a smile.
Still sitting up, Danielle pulled both hands away from her crotch and frantically tried to get her shirt off. While she struggled with the buttons, pee trickled out of her urethra and formed a wet spot on the back of her skirt. Katherine pulled one hand from her crotch and pressed her fingers over Danielle's pee hole, helping her to keep the clear liquid inside. The flow slowed down quite a bit, but a few droplets made it past her fingers.
When Danielle had her shirt off, she threw her shirt off to the side, exposing the pink sports bra that covered her breasts, which matched the panties she had tossed into the trash can. She then lay back down on the floor.
Katherine let go of her assistant's crotch for a moment and she turned her body, so that Danielle got a nice view of her panty covered butt. She lifted one leg up in the air and Danielle heard her groan loudly as her boss straddled her chest.
Katherine placed both of her hands against Danielle's crotch and pressed the pee hole with her fingers, all the while grunting and swaying her hips. Danielle watched as more urine trickled through Katherine's panties and drizzled on her chest. Not wanting her boss to pee, she reached up with both hands and pressed against Katherine's crotch with her hands, stopping the flow.
“This is how we will help each other hold,” Katherine said.
“Mm-hmm,” Danielle replied. Using one hand, Danielle slowly moved Katherine's wet, gray panties aside a little bit, so she could see one side of Katherine's vulva. Wanting to see more, she took pressure off of Katherine's crotch and pulled the panties all the way over, so she could see the whole thing. Katherine's clitoris was bulging out, looking like it was in desperate need of some stroking, and the rest of her womanhood was wet and glistening in the light of the evening sun that entered the room through the window above the filing cabinets that were behind Danielle's desk.
Since Danielle wasn't pressing against Katherine's pee hole anymore, a squirt of pee shot out and splattered on her chest. She then used one hand to hold the panties out of the way and the other to press against Katherine's urethra.
While they were in this position, Danielle felt one of Katherine's finger tips gently touch her clitoris. Once it made contact, it sat there for a few seconds, before Katherine started to gently stroke it, causing her to moan softly. |
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With her head lowered, Katherine stroked Danielle's clit, listening as her assistant moaned softly behind her. Her own bladder felt like it was about to burst and she kept losing control with every spasm, but very little pee escaped from her body. Danielle is putting a lot of pressure on my pee hole...
Thinking that maybe it was time to let go, Katherine lifted her head and looked over her shoulder. “Danielle, I need to let a little bit of pee out. Could you move your fingers?”
Katherine groaned as Danielle moved her fingers and she felt her pee gushing out of her body. Katherine sighed with relief as she listened to the sound of the stream spraying Danielle's chest, but was stopped suddenly when she felt some fingertips forcefully stop the flow. “That's enough peeing, Miss Andrews.”
Katherine smiled as she used her muscles to coax the pee that remained in her urethra back into her bladder, so she could continue holding. She still needed to pee pretty badly, but was no longer desperate. She lowered her head back towards Danielle's crotch, but stopped when she felt a hand slap her right buttock.
“Ow!” The slap left quite a sting in its wake. “Why did you hit me Danielle?”
“Because you weren't even trying to stop peeing,” came the reply.
Katherine giggled. “Fair enough.”
Katherine stuck out her tongue again and poked Danielle's clit with it, but didn't lick. She looked down between Danielle's legs and pulled her hand away from her assistant's pee hole.
“No, keep pressing!” Danielle cried.
Katherine watched with delight as a little bit of pee squirted out of Danielle's urethra, out over the floor. Danielle's knees were trembling as she stopped the flow and tried not to let out more, but soon, a long, powerful stream sprayed out of her.
“Miss Andrews, I can't make it stop!” Katherine lowed her head and allowed the stream to spray into her mouth. Her glasses fell off and landed on the floor inches away from Danielle's wet pussy as the stream doused her tongue and droplets flew around inside of her mouth.
“Miss Andrews!” Danielle cried as the flow suddenly stopped.
Katherine lifted up her head and swallowed the pee that was in her mouth. Deciding not to do any more licking, she got up off of the floor and stood up. She turned around and looked down at Danielle, who was lying on the floor with her hands at her sides, breathing heavily, no longer appearing to be desperate.
Katherine reached her hands around to her back and unclasped her bra. She held it over her breasts for a little bit and played with her breasts to tease Danielle before finally letting it fall to the floor. “So, Danielle, did it feel good when your pee gushed out of you?”
Danielle nodded as Katherine looked at the very wet bra that covered her assistant's chest. The whole front of it was soaked with pee and Katherine noticed a few droplets of her own urine on Danielle's chin and neck, which had splattered all over from the force of her stream.
Putting her hands on her hips, Katherine took a moment to inspect the damage they had done. There was pee on the floor by Danielle's sides where a few droplets had run down from her chest. Between Danielle's legs there was a trail made up of droplets of pee leading to a small puddle a few feet away, which had been formed by the powerful stream that gushed out of her assistant's body. Her glasses were sitting upside down on the floor with droplets of pee all over the lenses.
She looked back down at Danielle and then slid her panties down to her ankles. She kicked them off, directly into Danielle's pee puddle, where they immediately soaked up the liquid. Once she was naked, she got back down on her hands and knees. She straddled Danielle's crotch, enjoying the feel of Danielle's legs touching the skin on the back of her own legs.
Katherine looked down into her assistant's eyes and grinned. Danielle grinned back up at her. She watched as her assistant shifted her gaze right to her tits. “Do you like my tits, Danielle?”
Danielle nodded and Katherine grabbed the young woman's hands. She lifted them up off of the floor and placed the palms up against her nipples. “Feel them and play with them, Danielle.”
Her assistant did as she was told and Katherine closed her eyes as she felt her hard nipples being gently stroked and rubbed by the young woman's delicate fingers.
She started breathing heavily as Danielle fondled her tits. She released a little bit of pee from her bladder and allowed a short squirt to spray Danielle's groin and the skin over her bladder.
She opened her eyes again and saw that Danielle was arching her neck and gasping, as if she was about to have an orgasm. “Did you enjoy that little squirt, my lovely assistant?”
Danielle nodded. “It was very hot, Miss Andrews. Some of your pee trickled over my, um...”
Katherine laughed softly and lowered her face towards Danielle's and kissed her lips. She felt Danielle return her kiss and move her hands from her breasts to her neck. She then lowered her body until their skin was touching.
The two of them kissed each other passionately as Danielle sat up. Katherine lowered her butt until it was touching the skin on her assistant's legs and she removed her young lover's bra. She tossed it off to the side and then slowly moved her lips over the skin, down from her assistant's lips to her neck. |
I haven't felt very motivated lately, so there haven't been any new chapters in a while. Anyway, here's another chapter!
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Stepping out of the side office, Katherine turned towards the doors that led to the hallway.
Danielle poked her head out of her office and looked at her boss' exposed rear end as she walked away. “You're not going out there, are you?! You're still naked!”
With a naughty grin, she turned around and looked at her assistant. She was holding her glasses in one hand, so she put them over her eyes. “Not anymore. Now it should be safe to walk out into the hall.”
Danielle turned her head and looked out through the glass wall behind Katherine's desk. She could see the buildings outside with the evening sun reflecting off of them. What if someone from one of those other building is able to see in here?
Frowning, Katherine put her hands on her hips. “Come on Danielle, we need to get paper towels to clean up the mess you made. No one is going to see us.”
Slowly stepping out of the office, Danielle covered her chest with one arm and her crotch with one hand as she hurried towards her boss. Katherine turned and opened the doors. She stepped out into the hall, but Danielle remained behind, afraid of someone seeing her in the hallway. Katherine walked into the restroom and turned the light on. “Come on Danielle, I'm waiting for you!”
Slowly poking her head out, she made sure no one was outside. When it looked safe, she hurried into the restroom, with her private parts still covered, and shut the door behind her.
She pressed her back against the door and sighed. I can't believe I'm walking around in this building naked!
While her eyes were still closed, she felt Katherine's breasts press up against hers and felt her boss's lips touch hers. The two of them kissed each other again and Danielle opened her eyes when Katherine pulled away.
A creepy grin appeared on Katherine's face and Danielle felt nervous and excited when she saw it. “Do you still need to pee, Danielle?”
She nodded her head in response and Katherine grabbed both of her hands. She let the dominant woman guide her to the sink where the two of them stopped.
Katherine pointed at the sink. “Have a seat on it.”
Danielle looked at her, confused. “Why? What am I going to do?”
Katherine laughed. “You are going to empty your whole bladder into it while I stroke you some more with my fingers.”
Danielle looked at the sink. Though it looked clean, she felt a little apprehensive about sitting on it and peeing into it.
Katherine put her hands on her hips. “Do not worry, my dear assistant. I make sure that this restroom is always spotless. I'm the one that cleans it because I take pride in making sure that this room is the cleanest one in the whole city.”
Danielle smiled and hopped up on the sink, so that her butt and vulva were over the drain. With one hand, her boss reached in between her spread legs and gently touched her clit with one finger. Mm...
Katherine moved her hand further back until she was rubbing with the palm of her hand, with her fingers directly underneath Danielle's pee hole. “Go ahead and pee, Danielle. Don't stop until it is all out.”
Though she was not desperate, Danielle's bladder was still quite full. She closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and sighed as her sphincter opened and clear liquid gushed out of her body. The liquid washed over Katherine's fingers and fell down into the sink, where it went down the drain.
Katherine stopped rubbing and took a moment to enjoy the warm liquid that was soaking her fingers. After a good thirty seconds or so, the flow stopped and she returned to rubbing Danielle's clit.
Danielle started panting and she gripped the edge of the sink so tight that her knuckles turned white.
“Does that feel good, Danielle?” Katherine asked.
Danielle nodded. “Yeah...”
Danielle started to moan softly and closed her legs around Katherine's arm. She squeezed Katherine's arm with her legs and her grip grew tighter and tighter as she grew closer and closer to the orgasm she desired.
It's coming Miss Andrews, don't stop now! Please! Danielle didn't dare beg Katherine to keep going out loud, fearing that she might stop and deny her an orgasm again. However, when she was right on the edge, it certainly didn't appear that orgasm denial was the plan. Danielle curled her toes and leaned forward with a loud gasp. It's here!
Katherine laughed as Danielle leaned back against the mirror and she pulled her wet hand out from between Danielle's legs. Her whole hand was wet from urine and love juice. She spread her fingers apart and looked at the strings between them.
Danielle opened her eyes and watched as Katherine raised her wet hand. “Lick my fingers until they are clean, Danielle.”
Doing as she was told, Danielle lowered her head and stuck out her
tongue. She licked up her own juices and looked at the grin on Katherine's face.
“Danielle, you are a very good girl! You are the assistant that I have always wanted.”
Danielle stuck her tongue between Katherine's index finger and middle finger. She licked up the juices between them and then proceeded to lick the liquids between her other fingers.
“The other assistants that I had before did not enjoy this as much as you did, Danielle,” Katherine said. “This is what I was hoping for. I was hoping for an assistant who would enjoy doing this with me. I am certainly going to keep you around.”
When Danielle finished licking, she looked into Katherine's eyes. “Are you going to make me hold my pee in public again?”
Katherine nodded. “Oh yes, I certainly will. I won't make you do it all the time, but every once in a while, yes. Your first day was only a test, anyway. I'm going to let your bladder rest a while. I don't want to be too hard on it.”
Danielle smiled and shook her head. “You have a weird way of finding people who will hold for you, but thank you for letting my tired bladder rest.”
Danielle got down from the sink and Katherine gently put her hands on her arms. “When you go to sleep tonight, I recommend you find a way to protect your sheets. After everything you've been through today, there is a likely chance you will wake up wet.”
Danielle nodded. “Okay. Um, should we get some paper towels to clean up the office with?”
Katherine looked down at Danielle's nipples and gently pinched one of them with her fingers. “Oh yes, you should. You are going to clean the mess. I just brought you here for more fun.”
Danielle frowned and turned towards the paper towel dispenser. She grabbed a large hand full and opened the restroom door. Taking a quick peak outside, she made sure that no one was outside. Sure enough, she saw no one. Feeling safe, she hurried out of the restroom and back to her office.
Katherine followed her, obviously nowhere near as uncomfortable about walking around in the buff, in her own building. When the two of them were back in the side office, Danielle got down on her hands and knees.
Katherine picked up her wet panties from where she had tossed them into the pee puddle. The panties were dripping as she watched Danielle clean up every little droplet of pee in the room.
“Danielle, my panties are dripping and I need you to clean up the drips,” Katherine said with a giggle.
Danielle looked up as Katherine turned and walked out of the room, obviously letting the panties drip on purpose. “Miss Andrews, what are you doing?”
Danielle quickly followed after her on her hands and knees. She wiped up the trail of drips Katherine was leaving behind as she followed her around the office.
Katherine stopped moving around right in front of the doors of her office. She watched as Danielle caught up with her and wiped up the drips on the floor in front of her.
“You did a good job, Danielle. Now, wrap up these wet panties in the towels and get rid of them.”
Danielle stood up and took the panties from her boss. She wrapped them up with the paper towels in her hands and carried them back to her office where she tossed them into the trash can. |
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When at last Danielle had all of the required information on her PDA, she stood up from her desk and smiled at Katherine. “Well, I think I'm ready to go back home.”
Oh god yes! Katherine thought, ready to get to the restroom before she sprayed her urine all over the floor beneath her feet.
Danielle closed her laptop and picked up her purse from the top of her desk. “I'd like one more kiss before I go. Your lips are soft and they feel good.”
Katherine nodded and walked around Danielle's desk so that they stood face to face. Okay, good. Maybe she won't try to get revenge on me for what I've done.
The two of them kissed again and Katherine quickly put her hand between her legs and pressed into her crotch. Expecting a quick peck on the lips, she tried to pull her head away from Danielle, but her assistant set her purse back on the desk and wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling their lips together again. Though she definitely enjoyed this, what she really wanted to do right then was let her piss gush into the toilet and make her fingertips all juicy.
Katherine put one hand on Danielle's back as she allowed Danielle's tongue to enter her mouth and explore a little. While she met her assistant's tongue with her own, she felt the young woman move her arms and place her hands on her shoulders. Then, she felt those hands gradually slide down to her shoulder blades, down her back, and they eventually met her buttocks and squeezed them.
A bladder spasm hit Katherine and she clenched her holding muscles and squeezed her hand between her legs. Her sphincter opened up for about a second and her clear urine met the skin on her hand as it escaped from her body.
When Danielle finally pulled her tongue back into her mouth, she released her grip on Katherine's butt and backed away. “Before I go, I need to go in the restroom.”
Katherine raised an eyebrow at her and put one hand on her hip. “But you were just in there!”
Danielle shrugged. “I'm horny again, what can I say?”
Katherine sighed and smirked, again, hoping to hide how desperately she needed to relieve herself, in more ways than one. “Alright, but make it fast.”
Danielle nodded and grabbed her purse again. She slipped past her boss and went into the main office. Katherine followed her out into the hall and watched as her assistant stepped into the restroom.
“Should I come in with you?” Katherine asked.
A devious grin appeared on Danielle's face as she closed the door ,without saying a word, and carefully locked it, leaving her boss alone in the hall.
She's doing it! She's doing exactly what I knew she'd do! In the restroom, Katherine could hear the sound of Danielle moving around, though she couldn't quite tell what her assistant was doing.
She paced back and forth outside of the restroom door, hoping that she wouldn't be kept waiting for too much longer. As hot as it was to make passionate love with Danielle while they were both bursting, she was not a big fan of holding her own pee for the sake of holding. Seeing others desperate had always been more enjoyable than being desperate herself anyway.
Tapping one of her bare feet on the floor while she waited, Katherine looked down at her naked body and saw her bladder bulging. Oh god it is really full! Come on Danielle, before I make a mess on the floor!
Hoping to pass the time while she waited for Danielle to leave the restroom, she returned to her office to collect her clothes, which she had scattered all over the place.
She approached her shoes and bent down to grab them, but froze suddenly as another bladder spasm forced pee past her sphincter. She quickly put both hands between her legs to cover her pee hole, but not before a small spurt shot out and landed on the floor.
She got down on her knees and tensed every muscle in her body. Don't lose it Katherine. Don't let Danielle gain the upper hand.
Leaving one hand against her crotch, she picked up her shoes with the other and slowly got up off of the floor. She shuffled into Danielle's office and set the shoes on the floor where they'd “done the deed” earlier. She carefully picked up her shirt, bra, business-jacket, and her skirt from the floor.
As she grabbed the last piece of her wardrobe from the tile floor, she stood up straight and a little bit of pee dribbled out from between her downstairs lips. She tossed the clothes into Danielle's chair before quickly covering her pee hole with both hands again. Alright, I'm going to go see if she's going to be out soon.
Katherine hurried back out into the hall and pounded on the restroom door with one hand. “Danielle, how long are you going to be?”
There was no response.
She pounded on the door again. “Danielle, I'm about to make a mess on the floor!”
Once again, there was no response.
She tapped on the door lightly this time. “Danielle, are you even in there?”
Just as before, there was no response, so she pressed her ear up against the door and listened for sounds of movement. She heard only silence. What the hell?
Katherine grabbed the doorknob and tried to turn it but the door was locked. Did she seriously sneak out when I wasn't looking and lock the door on the inside? How could she have done it without me hearing her?
If indeed Danielle had done what Katherine thought, she'd need to find a key to unlock the door, since the door could only be unlocked from the inside without it.
Hoping she was wrong, Katherine tapped on the door again. “Danielle, are you screwing around with me?”
Just as before, her question was answered with silence. Alright, if I don't find a place to pee, I'm going to lose it where I am!
With both hands practically welded between against her womanhood, Katherine shuffled into her office, panting as she hurried towards Danielle's office. Giving up on fighting her desperation, she removed her hands and ran towards Danielle's trash can with pee running down her legs. When she finally reached the only place she could pee, she quickly squatted over it and let go completely, allowing her stream to fall on the trash that had already been inside.
“Oh god!” She closed her eyes and sighed as she emptied her bladder.
As the urine flowed from her body, she found herself thinking about her assistant. Not only was Danielle her favorite, but she was a clever girl with more of a backbone than Katherine knew she even had. There was no way she could let her go and the young woman knew it, but either way, something between them had been set in motion. Despite being lovers and co-workers, they were also at war and Katherine needed to get Danielle back under her thumb. |
Hey everybody, I've got another chapter ready. There won't be much omo content in this one, unfortunately, but there will be more to come. Lucifer Angel, I may have a surprise for you in chapter 25. I also have no intention of making you wait too long for it either. I promise.
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After returning home from work after her first day, Danielle hurried to her bathroom where she stripped and pleasured herself for at least half an hour in the bathtub, all the while, lost in thought, thinking about her day and fantasizing about what sort of cruel things Katherine might do to her on her second day.
She once again imagined being forced to endure a full bladder during a long car ride with Katherine. As before, she both feared and hoped for the scenario to take place in real life. Of course, she didn't truly know what Katherine actually had planned, but she knew that it was wise to expect the worst.
After finally allowing herself to climax, she leaned the back of her head against the tile wall behind her and let out a gasp, which was followed by a long sigh. She closed her eyes and let both of her hands rest on the floor of the tub between her thighs, feeling exhausted, having drained all of her remaining energy.
I really should have a shower, she thought. Instead of doing what she knew ought to be done, however, she simply remained where she was, imagining herself passing out on her bed.
After a few moments of indecision, she reopened her eyes and slowly stood up. She used a towel on the towel rack over her toilet to dry off her hands and threw it down into the bathtub. Screw it, I'm going to bed.
Feeling like a zombie, she left her bathroom and shut off the light behind her. She quietly passed over the soft, red carpet of the hallway outside of her bathroom, to the other side, where her bedroom waited. With her eyelids drooping, she pushed the door open and entered.
The room was dark, since the sunset had already passed, but the moon had not yet become visible, so no light shone through the window at the head of her bed. Slowly, Danielle staggered over to her dresser, just to the left of her bed, where she opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of tiger-striped panties. She carefully slipped them on and threw her body down on the bed. Not even knowing or caring if her alarm was already set to go off at six on the following morning, she closed her eyes and set her head on her pillow. In only a matter of seconds, the world around her faded away as she slipped into the void, no longer thinking or feeling anything.
***
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
With a gasp, Danielle's eyes snapped open and she sat up, suddenly realizing that it was morning again. She glanced at her alarm clock, happy to find that she'd set it in the morning before going to work on her first day, because she had no memory of setting it the night before.
Phew! She thought. She got up out of bed and returned to her bathroom and turned on the light. She looked at herself in the mirror, wondering what sort of horrors and pleasures the day would bring. She almost could not wait to find out.
Still clad in only her tiger-striped panties, she began her morning routine by brushing her teeth, using some mint-flavored dental floss, and swishing some mint-flavored mouth wash. She completed the process by rinsing her mouth out with water, to dilute the strong mint taste in her mouth.
When that was complete, she slipped off her tiger-striped panties and picked up her clothes from the floor where she'd dropped them on the night before. She inspected her business skirt, which still needed to be washed, looking for any signs of visible pee stains. The back of the skirt was slightly stained and she let out an irritated sigh. Fortunately, she had many skirts like it that would go along with the jacket, so she could always get it dry cleaned later on.
Danielle folded the skirt and set it on top of a nearby clothes hamper. She then picked up her business-jacket from the floor. After tossing it to the floor so carelessly and leaving it lying in a heap, she found that it was wrinkled. With another irritated sigh, she carefully folded it up and carried the jacket into her bedroom and set it on her bed. She then retrieved a plastic bag from her closet that she used to transport clothes that needed to be dry cleaned. Luckily, there was a dry cleaning company in Lewisville that offered free pickup and delivery of laundry, so she thought it would be a good idea to contact them after work and have them pick up her things the following morning.
She returned to the bathroom with the bag and placed her peed in skirt inside. She then set it down on the floor beside the hamper and got into the tub to begin her shower.
After the shower, she dried herself off with a fresh, clean towel from her towel cupboard and continued getting ready for work. While getting dressed, she decided not to wear any panties that day. She was sure that Katherine would like that.
During her breakfast, she was careful not to drink too much tea. She'd learned her lesson about drinking too much of it before work and was not going to make the same mistake again.
After drinking a cup of tea and eating her ham, eggs, and toast, she returned to her bedroom for her business-jacket and put it on. Even though it was a little wrinkled, she decided to save time and hope that no one noticed the wrinkles. I could just iron it out when I get home tonight.
She retrieved her purse from her couch, where she'd tossed it before playing with herself in the bathtub after work, and went out the door, ready to see Katherine Andrews' smirk some more. She got in her car and backed out of the driveway, with enough time left to get to her office about ten minutes early. |
I didn't intend to take this long with this chapter, but I was stuck, trying to come up with a good ending. After working on it on and off and (over)thinking about this, chapter 25 is ready. Hopefully I'll have better luck with the next one.
25
As the elevator went up, Danielle did her best to wait patiently as it made its way to the top floor. The small box was packed full of people, making her feel as if she might suffocate. To make the situation worse, she really needed to get to a toilet.
Why didn't I pee in the shower this morning like I usually do? In all of the excitement that morning, she'd completely forgotten about her morning pee. She'd been preoccupied and hadn't experienced an urgent need for release, so she didn't even notice that she needed to go at all, at first.
It was only in the last few miles of her trip to work, that she'd begun to feel quite a bit of discomfort in her bladder. If she didn't let it out before Katherine saw her, she had a feeling that she might not get the opportunity for quite some time.
Upon entering the building, she'd made a stop in the lobby restroom, before taking a ride in the elevator, only to find that the stalls were all filled and there was a lineup of women waiting to use the toilets. She knew there was no time to wait for a turn. Why didn't all of those people use the restroom before coming over here? Why can't I be the only irresponsible one around here?
When the doors of the elevator finally slid open, Danielle pressed her purse against her side with one arm as she squeezed past everyone else. As soon as she was out, she hurried down the hall, towards the security station.
Please don't let Miss Andrews notice me, Danielle pleaded in her head, hoping that some higher power might hear and grant her the morning pee that she needed, before it was too late.
As she rounded the corner of the hallway, she slipped a hand into her purse and retrieved her ID card. The large, black security guard was in his usual spot, standing beside the card scanner, watching Danielle with a faint smirk on his face.
As she swiped her card through the scanner, she looked up at the security guard and smiled. “Hi.”
The security guard nodded and smiled back. “Good morning, Miss Smith.”
After verifying her identity at the scanner, Danielle picked up the pace, hoping to make it to the toilet before becoming trapped in Katherine's grasp. Though the idea of being kept away from the restroom made her very horny, she had little interest in holding stale urine any longer than necessary.
When the restroom at last came into view, she increased her speed some more. The door was wide open and the toilet in plain sight, ready to gulp down her stream as it gushed from her body. I'm so close!
Just the thought of releasing all of her pent up pee caused her discomfort to swiftly graduate to an intense state of urgency. A sudden bladder spasm struck her body and she froze in place, just in front of the double-doors that led into Katherine's office. With a soft gasp, she pressed her knees together and bent forward at the waist. She reached up underneath her skirt with one hand and pressed her fingers against her pee hole.
Come on! Don't come out! Remaining frozen, Danielle closed her eyes as she struggled to calm her bladder. Her urine was on the brink of spilling out on the floor.
Slowly she breathed in and out, until the urge to release her urine returned to a tolerable level. She opened her eyes and sighed with relief, happy that she'd regained control and avoided making a mess.
Unfortunately, her relief was very short-lived. The doors of Katherine's office suddenly opened and Katherine stepped out, with a sadistic grin on her face. Quickly composing herself, Danielle parted her knees a little and pulled her hand out from underneath her skirt. She turned toward her boss, who was wearing a pitch-black skirt, business-jacket, and black high heels. She looked into Katherine's eyes and smiled awkwardly. The gleam she saw in them made her excited and terrified all at the same time.
“Good morning, Danielle,” Katherine said.
Danielle folded her arms and began tapping one of her feet on the floor below. “Good morning, Miss Andrews. I'm here bright and early today!”
Katherine nodded. “Come to your office, I have something for you.”
Danielle's smile faded as Katherine turned and led the way. She followed her boss to her office where she found a small, black box sitting on her desk. The box had a small lid over the top, with a decorative, golden bow at the center.
Katherine stepped off to the side and motioned for Danielle to approach the desk. “Open it.”
Danielle reluctantly did as she was told and set her purse beside the box. She then picked up her gift with both hands and slowly pulled off the lid.
Katherine's grin appeared to widen as Danielle looked inside and saw the hidden treasure. At the bottom was a small, egg-shaped object. Danielle was not sure what it was, since she'd never seen anything like it. She reached into the box and took hold of it.
The egg was light-gray and was made of smooth plastic. She gave Katherine a puzzled look and held up it up at eye level. “What is this?”
Katherine chuckled and reached inside the front of her business-jacket. She slipped a hand into one of the inner pockets and retrieved a small remote control. With one press of a button, the egg came to life. It started to hum and vibrate where it rested in Danielle's grasp.
For just a moment, Danielle stared at the vibrating thing between her fingertips. It didn't take long for her to figure out what it was. Katherine had come up with a new way of controlling her, one which Danielle hadn't anticipated, and she knew that another pleasurable, yet humiliating, day was about to begin. |
Previously: On the way back, Lilo asked "Can a ask a favor?"
"What is it?" asked Nani.
"Since you can go to the bathroom anywhere, can you teach me that? Like if I have to go while looking for an experiment in the woods, on a nature trail, or when you're in the bathroom for hours?"
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt," Nani smiled. "It would be nice to have that kind of fun between the two of us."
Part 2:
The next morning, Lilo woke up to find Nani in the kitchen. She was already up and about and working hard on something. lilo took a closer look and saw that she was making sandwiches and other various snacks and packing them up in a large bag along with a large water bottle.
"Nani?" Lilo asked.
"Oh, Lilo." Nani said turning around and facing her younger sister. "Sorry, I didn't here you come down."
"What's going on?" Lilo asked.
"Well, I was thinking since it's such a beautiful morning and that we have nothing else to do today, that we could go on a nature walk together." Nani said. "Just the two of us."
"That sounds like fun." Lilo said. "Plus I could come across a new experiment."
"Let's just focus on the walk." Nani said. "I packed us a couple sandwiches, including a peanut butter and anchovy one for you, and some water in case we decide to have lunch."
"I'll go get ready." Lilo said running up to her room. "Don't leave without me."
A short wile later, Lilo came out wearing her usual clothing: her red dress and a pair of sandals. She also had her camera with her in case she came across some of her usual...subjects for taking pictures. Once Nani grabbed the bag of food on the kitchen counter, they headed out and into the woods near their house. As they trekked along the wooded path, they looked in awe of the many plants and animals that they came across. Lilo decided to snap a few pictures, as they were moments worth saving. After almost an hour, they stopped briefly, took out their sandwiches and had their lunch. Once finished, they made sure to drink plenty of water. Lilo especially, as a girl her age needed to stay hydrated on such a hot day.
They continued to walk along the path until Lilo suddenly felt a pressing need that had to be taken care of.
"Nani?" Lilo asked tugging on her big sister's pant leg.
"What's the matter, Lilo?" Nani asked.
"I have to go to the bathroom."
"Do you think you can wait until we get home?" Nani asked.
"No, I have to go now." Lilo said desperately.
"Well, you know, we are out in the woods, and you did bring this up yesterday." Nani said. "How about we just go out here?"
"Really, you'll show me how?" Lilo asked.
"Sure." Nani said. "I kinda have to go too. There's a bush that can hide both of us right over there."
The two then made their way behind the bush.
"When I was your age, our mother used to take me on such hikes and this was one of the first things she taught me." Nani said. "Now make sure you watch what I do."
Nani started by unbuttoning her pants and slid them down to her knees.
"Nani!" Lilo said shielding her eyes. "I can see your you-know-where."
"Lilo, we're sisters and girls, there's no shame in seeing each other like this for the sake of teaching you something like this." Nani said. "Now first, do what I did and take your panties down no lower than your knees."
Lilo reached under her dress and lowered her underwear. Thankfully for her, her dress still covered her private regions.
"Good. Now we squat down on the ground like this." Nani said getting in the usual squatting position most females take when getting ready to pee outdoors. "You might wanna hike your dress up for this part so it doesn't get wet."
"But then you'll see everything." Lilo said.
"I promise you I won't look." Nani said. "If it helps, you can look at my face to make sure."
Lilo nodded as she lifted her dress partway up, exposing her private area and squatted on the ground like her sister.
"Now just relax." Nani said.
The few seconds of silence was broken up by the familiar hissing sound. A stream of urine flowed heavily from each of the girls and made contact with the dirt, creating two tiny rivers that converged to form a large foamy puddle in front of them. Both girls just sighed in relief as they continued to urinate on the ground below. After nearly a minute, their streams died down and the girls were fully relieved. However, Lilo noticed something.
"Wait." She said. "We didn't bring anything to wipe with."
"Normally we'd just drip dry or wipe ourselves with a leaf." Nani said. "But in case you're uncomfortable with that, I came prepared and brought a roll of toilet paper. Your choice."
"I think I'd be more comfortable using the paper." Lilo said.
Nani just pulled out the roll from the bag and tore off a couple squares for the each of them. They then wiped themselves clean, tossed their waste in the puddle and readjusted their pants and underwear. The two then walked back onto the trail.
"You know, that was kinda fun." Lilo said.
"Was it?" Nani asked. "You're free to do it right outside the house, but you have to promise me you'll only do it when the bathroom is taken and you absolutely have to go. I don't want to see you going to the bathroom outside just for the fun of it."
"I promise." Lilo said.
With that, they continued on their walk ready to head home.
End of Part 2
Well, hopefully this is an improvement. |
It began when Myrtle, Elena, Teresa, and Yuki planned a tea party at Myrtle's house. When Myrtle decided to invite Victoria, Victoria insisted on bringing Lilo. Myrtle objected, but Victoria pointed out Myrtle had recently considered herself a part of Lilo's family. Myrtle insisted it was because of her pet Gigi, Experiment 007. Victoria pointed out Myrtle was a part of Lilo's family regardless. Finally Myrtle reluctantly agreed.
The 6 girls now were in the backyard. The tea made was green tea. Deciding to add a little flavor, a couple of the girls added some things, like dandelion and ginger. They weren't aware of the diuretic effects of each of item. The girls didn't say much for awhile. Myrtle was still a little haughty towards Lilo and the other girls tried not to force conversation. They focused on eating and drinking instead. As they watched the final tea drops come out, each girl could feel the effects of the strong tea. As they waited for a chance to go to the bathroom, Myrtle was first to get up. "I'll get some more after I go to the bathroom." She then went inside before any of the others could say anything. They knew it would be a long wait for them.
Myrtle came back out very quickly and sat down with a nervous look. "My mother's in the bathroom and will be there for awhile." "But I have to go too," said Victoria. "Yeah," said Elena, Teresa, and Yuki. "Me too, but I feel bad for you, Myrtle," said Lilo. "There must be a way around this. Why don't we go somewhere else? Your mother doesn't have to know." "Where?" the girls asked. "I want a private spot," said Myrtle. "Then we each find our own place," suggested Lilo. "The yard is a bit open," said Victoria. "Maybe one of us should go here. The rest of us will find somewhere inside. I think Lilo should take the yard. She came up with the idea, she should get the easiest." The girls decided not to argue. They went inside, leaving Lilo alone.
Lilo, by herself, went behind a tree. Lifting her dress and sliding her underwear down, she lowered herself and relaxed. She heard the gentle sound of urine hitting the grass and sighed in relief as her bladder drained and the pressure lifted. She relaxed and focused on the yellow puddle in front of her, amusing herself watching it grow and become bubbly. It was always fun and relaxing to pee outside for Lilo now. Having finished, she got dressed and went to wait for the other girls.
Myrtle locked her bedroom door and looked around. It was the only place she would find a private spot, she reasoned. She needed a spot where a stain wouldn't be noticed. There was a large circular carpet in the room. Part of it went under the bed. Mom hasn't looked under the bed or changed the carpet in a long time, she thought. Decided, she got under the bed. Crouching, she got her shorts off and peed onto the carpet. Her stream was very long and she wondered how it would look. She tried not to think about it as she allowed her urine to flow freely. Once the final drops stopped, Myrtle got out. The stain couldn't be seen from any angle except under the bed. Satisfied no one would find out, she pulled her shorts on and went outside.
Victoria was alone in the hallway. As she walked, she paused by a potted plant. It might work, she thought. Getting behind the plant, Victoria saw it hid her completely. She slid her shorts down and got in a near sitting position. She let a few drops out into the soil and waited. There were no other sounds, she was alone. Hoping to go quickly, she relaxed as much as possible. Urine gushed out, drenching the spot quickly. She wasn't sure about this, but it felt so good. She breathed out, the relief washing over her. She felt pee splash on her a little bit, but when she assessed the damage, there were only a few drops on her shorts. The back of plant was dripping all over, but it was only on the back. As long as no one turned it around for a bit, no one would know. Victoria then slipped out and went to find Lilo.
Elena, Teresa, and Yuki found their way in the kitchen. They debated if they could go in here and each came up with a way. Elena found a towel. Once her shorts and underwear were off, she pressed the towel between her legs. The sound of peeing was muffled in the towel, but it lasted for about the minute. Once dressed, she took the soaked towel and put it with the laundry. Yuki took the towel and used it as lining for the wastebasket in the room. Gripping both sides, she positioned herself directly in the center and allowed everything to flood out. She kept a tight hold, but relaxed a little, letting the stream become larger and faster. Fully relieved, she took the towel and put it back where Elena placed it.
Teresa, now alone, filled the sink. Once full, she lowered her shorts and positioned herself just over the water. She let go, the sound of urine hitting the water. Teresa sighed with relief and looked down. The water took on a slightly yellow color, and she could see her pee spreading the color. Finally done, she dressed and drained the sink. There were no traces of the yellow water left. Relieved that she had peed as much as needed and that the sink didn't look any different, Teresa joined the other girls. They all shared stories of their solutions, glad they could tell each other without anyone else finding out. They felt a good bond between them now, even Myrtle and Lilo. |
It was a sunny afternoon in Hawaii. Lilo was up and about and getting ready to meet with her so-called-friend from hula class, Mertle. Under normal circumstances, neither girl would would want to spend time with one another unconditionally, however, today they had no choice. After another scuffle in hula class, both Lilo's sister, Nani, and Mertle's mother got a call from their teacher telling all about their recent behavioral problems. To settle this, both guardians agreed on setting one day in the week aside for the two to spend some quality time alone until they learned to make up, a sort of bonding exercise if you will, and today happened to be that day. Today, the two girls would be having a nature walk by themselves. What better way to establish a bond than in the serene paradise of Hawaii's own flora? After meeting with Mertle and beginning their hike in the woods, Mertle could do nothing but complain.
"Ugh, I can't believe my mom agreed to do this stupid thing." Mertle groaned. "I could be sitting in my room, grounded from all leisure time. But no, I have to spend my weekends with Weirdlo because I get bitten for the third time in a year."
"You know, if you put just as much energy from your whining into admiring the surroundings, you could looks at things in a more positive light." Lilo said. "I think it's nice we're spending more time together. Outside from Stitch, I never really have anyone to enjoy the outdoors with."
"Yeah, I just wish it wasn't me." Mertle said.
Although Mertle was always reluctant to spend any sort of time with someone like Lilo, it was only half the reason she was angry. The other half involved a very private matter that needed attending: She needed to go to the bathroom. After oversleeping and barely getting ready for the nature hike, she couldn't find enough time to properly relieve herself before her mom hopped in the shower and before Lilo arrived. Feeling the sensation in her bladder get sharper, she immediately fell back and walked at a noticeably slower pace. Lilo caught eye of this and decided to check on her.
"Are you feeling alright?" Lilo asked. "You're fidgeting an awful lot."
"I'm fine." Mertle lied. "I'm just getting sore from all this walking."
"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Lilo asked.
"What? No!" Mertle exclaimed. "And even if I did, I'm not going to stoop as low as going outside."
"I didn't even suggest that..." Lilo said confused.
"Okay fine." Mertle said blushing. "I just really have to go to the bathroom."
"So go." Lilo said.
"Go where?"
"Well, there's a tree there." Lilo said pointing. "A bush there, a rock there, and a nice valley of flowers that could use some watering."
"No way, Weirdlo!" Mertle said. "I'm a sophisticated human. I don't pee outdoors."
"You've never peed outdoors before?" Lilo asked. "You're missing out. It's fun."
"What's fun about being an indecent savage?" Mertle said.
"There's no shame in having to pee, Mertle. And there's especially no shame in peeing away from a toilet when one isn't available." Lilo said walking behind a bush. "I do it all the time. Come on, I'll show you."
After bringing Mertle with her, Lilo just crouched down behind the bush where Mertle couldn't see.
"You just find a private place to go, drop your clothes, squat down like this and let it all go." Lilo instructed before she went silent.
The only thing Mertle could hear now was the sound of underwear being lowered, followed by the familiar trickling sound of pee hitting the dirt below as Lilo sighed in relief. The sounds only intensified Mertle's desire for relief.
"I can't take this!" Mertle exclaimed. "Lilo, don't look."
Throwing all cares aside, she just bolted across the path, hands covering her crotch, as she found a nice, tall tree and ran behind it. After looking to see if anyone was coming, she just unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, lowered them to her knees with her panties, squatted down with her legs spread and relaxed. Immediately, a nice stream of pee flowed out and splattered the tree trunk below. Mertle just sighed in relief as she saw her pee pour out from underneath her and form a nice, small pool around the roots. She was amazed; she almost enjoyed doing such an act in an open place like this, but of course, she couldn't let Lilo know that. Once the stream slowed down and came to a stop, she called out to Lilo.
"Hey, you wouldn't have anything to wipe with, would you?"
"Sorry, I didn't think I'd need it." Lilo said.
"What do you mean?" Mertle asked irately. "Surely being a girl who pees outside as often as she does, you'd remember to bring something to wipe yourself."
"Why would I?" Lilo said. "I just use the leaves. They're just as useful, and it doesn't litter."
Mertle just sighed. She looked around and noticed a slender, green leaf near her feet. She just picked it up, wiped the wetness off her vagina, readjusted her shorts and underwear and made her way back on the path.
"Never mention this to anyone." Mertle growled.
"I would never violate anyone's privacy like that." Lilo said.
After walking for a few minutes, Lilo looked and saw Mertle walking slowly and scratching her crotch.
"Mertle, you shouldn't touch yourself down there." Lilo said. "It's not decent."
"I just urinated on a tree alongside with you, don't talk to me about decency." Mertle said still scratching. "Besides, my privacy itches real bad and it hurts to walk."
"Umm, what did you wipe yourself with?" Lilo asked.
"A slender green leaf." Mertle said. "About six inches long, two inches across."
"Mertle, that was a mango leaf!" Lilo exclaimed. "That can cause rashes upon contact."
"What?" Mertle said still scratching.
"Look, my sister can probably help. I used to get mango rashes when walking outside." Lilo said. "Come on. My house is just a short walk away, and try not to scratch."
Mertle just groaned as she followed Lilo back to her house.
A few minutes after reaching the house and explaining her predicament, Mertle was in the downstairs bathroom with Nani examining her. With her shorts and underwear to her knees, Mertle just blushed as Nani looked at the deep red blotches near the top of her legs and right on her vagina.
"Wow, I haven't seen a mango rash this bad all my life. Fortunately, I have something that can help." Nani said as she reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out a small tube of ointment. "Now, I'm going to apply some of this on you; it'll stop the itching. This means I'm going to be touching your privacy. We're both girls, so it's okay."
"No!" Mertle exclaimed blushing. "I can do it myself."
"Suit yourself." Nani said leaving the bathroom. "If you need help, let me know. I'll call your mother and tell her what happened."
Once the door shut, Mertle just sat on the toilet with her pants still down and began to place a dab of ointment on her fingers. She then looked at her red, swollen vagina as she rubbed the ointment across all the rash-infested areas.
"Hey, Mertle, are you feeling...?" Lilo said opening the door and paused as Mertle screamed, covering her privates with her shirt.
"Get out, Weirdlo!" Mertle exclaimed. "I'm not decent."
"Lilo, leave your friend alone and come here." Nani said from across the other room.
"Sorry." Lilo said shutting the door.
Mertle just sighed. In no doubt could this day have gone better. However, rash aside, she did find it very eventful and, dare she say, fun. Peeing outside didn't seem so indecent anymore. Mertle thought about trying it again, only this time with better knowledge of the local flora. |
Candace and Stacy's Yellow and White Christmas
Candace agreed to spend the day with Stacy. It hadn't been easy. Candace kept insisting she needed to watch what Phineas and Ferb were doing, surely something big for Christmas, which was a couple days away, and Stacy kept saying Candace needed a day off. After Candace agreed to go on a walk with Jeremy in the woods on Christmas, and pondering a certain problem, she decided maybe she should spend the day with Stacy and ask her advice.
It was just Candace and Stacy at Stacy's place. For awhile, it was a quiet day for the two of them. They spent time guessing their presents, clothes to buy, and clothes to get when they return the clothes family gives them. Candace kept wondering how to ask Stacy's advice. Her wondering was noticed by Stacy. "This is our day," she said. "No thinking about about your brothers today." "I'm not thinking about them," said Candace. "I'm thinking about me and Jeremy on Christmas." "Here we go," thought Stacy. "Another mostly one sided conversation about thinking things are wrong when things are right." "Is it what to get him again?" asked Stacy out loud. Candace had asked Stacy about what present to get Jeremy over 100 times, and each time Candace spent what felt like hours talking non stop, before saying she had the perfect idea, and thanking Stacy's advice when she said almost nothing the whole time.
"Jeremy and I are spending Christmas in a pine forest," said Candace. "We're going to see so many Christmas trees covered in snow, and it'll be just us for the whole day." "Thinking what to wear?" asked Stacy. "It's not that," replied Candace. "Don't you remember what it was like for us that time in the woods with no running water?" "Vividly," said Stacy. The two of them had once been out in the woods when both had to use the bathroom. Stacy had convinced Candace to go on a tree with her, but the experience had left a deep impression on Candace.
Now Stacy gave the more direct answer. "Just ask Jeremy for a bathroom break. He won't laugh." "You don't know what it's like for a girl to ask her boyfriend that." "Obviously I wouldn't," said Stacy. She was not in such a strong relationship like Candace and Jeremy. "It's easier for a girl to ask her best friend who is a girl than her boyfriend who is a boy," continued Candace. "I sure Jeremy thinks the same thing to," said Stacy. "Vice-versa, of course." That gave Candace something to think about. After a minute she said, "I'll tell Jeremy not to be shy and ask me for a break and I'll promise I won't be shy to ask for a break myself. Thanks Stacy."
"Glad that's over," thought Stacy. "Now we can relax for the rest of the day." But Candace wasn't done. "Now when I go, how do I? It's so inconvenient for a girl in the woods, especially when you're with a boy and it's quicker and easier for him." "You remember how I went when were in the woods that time?" "How can I forget?" asked Candace. "You tried standing up." "While you went like a girl, someone had to face the clearing to make sure no one was coming. You wouldn't go that far off the path," said Stacy. They laughed over old memories. "I might be able with your current problem," said Stacy.
They dressed up and went out to the yard. Stacy brought them behind a tree that hid them from the house. "Try it," said Stacy. Candace started to slide her pants down, then stopped. "I can't," she said. "What if I try this and Jeremy sees?" "Then he'll see what a special girlfriend he has," said Stacy. "Maybe this'll help." Stacy pulled her pants all the way down, spread out her legs, held herself just right and tried to arch her urine directly in front. Not much got on her clothes and most of it made a yellow spot in the snow. The sight and sound was too much for Candace. She threw her pants down, tried to get in the same position, and let go. The relief slowly overcame her as she relaxed, feeling the slow emptying of her bladder, the soft, gentle pitter patter, and the growing yellow spot as she struggled to keep it in front of her. An idea came to her. Through an effort and intermediate pauses, she managed to trace "C + J" in the snow. "Writing your and Jeremy's initials in the snow," observed Stacy, when they had dressed and put fresh snow on the spot. "Cliche, but nice."
A couple hours later, Stacy put an old sweater around the Christmas tree. "Want to relive an old childhood memory?" Candace agreed and both laughed over this memory. When they were younger, and at Stacy's house, both needed the bathroom after drinking a lot of Christmas drinks. But with Stacy's mother in the bathroom, both struggled to find a place. Finally, Stacy decided to go on the tree, causing Candace to try it as well. They tried standing up and managed to get most of it in the water, but some had gotten on their clothes, and they passed it of as spilling drinks on them. Now they're clothes were safely out of the way, and side by side, both peed on the old sweater that Stacy vowed never to wear that was around the fake tree. It was more fun this time, with no one around and not worrying about keeping their clothes dry. Candace went home later at night, not afraid about her walk with Jeremy, and enjoying the first fun day with Stacy she had in a while, while Stacy thought about having fun with her sister Ginger.
I know this story could have used more detail, but that is the area I've never been best at. I may write sequels and prequels to this story, but if anyone wants ideas about what to write for Phineas and Ferb stories, I hope I have given some inspiration. |
A Lesson in Diuretics
At the library, Ginger was having a quiet day of reading when she noticed Baljeet sitting by himself reading. Her heart jumped when she heard him say "Ginger," but then saw he was reading about plants. Still, she was hopeful he might value her knowledge of plants. Casually, she walked over. "Hello Baljeet. Whatcha doing?" Isabella, at home, suddenly felt a disturbance. Someone had used her catchphrase, and it felt like it was one of her own Fireside Girls.
"I am engrossed in this book about plants and their effects on the human body," said Baljeet. He normally would not liked interruptions, but he had a friendly relationship with Ginger and liked speaking with her. "I know about certain types of plants," said Ginger. "We Fireside Girls are trained to know which plants are dangerous and which can be helpful." "Plants can do much more than those two things," said Baljeet. "I am doing a science project for the beginning of school on this particular subject for extra credit so I will An A+ before the first day." "I could use a some private tutoring in what you've learned," said Ginger. "Since you know so much and it might help my wilderness survival skills." Having him tutor me is a dream come true, she thought.
Baljeet then told Ginger what he learned, mostly by giving her the book and having her ask questions. She learned about mescaline, a occurring psychedelic alkaloid found in the peyote cactus, known for causing hallucinations, among the different types of poison ivy and healing plants. As Ginger looked through the book, she noticed one passage starting: Diuretic plants: plants that increase urination. Curious, she showed the passage to Baljeet. "Why would anyone want to take these plants?"
Baljeet said, "They are special remedies for certain problems with the body, such as obesity, uric acid, and kidney stones. They are as natural as emetics like syrup of ipecac that induce vomiting to expel poisonous substances." "Isn't it dangerous to take so much of these plants and lose so much water?" asked Ginger. "As long as taken sparingly and in small doses and not mixing them with certain medications, there should be no serious effects."
After awhile, Ginger had an idea that should allow her to spend more time with Baljeet, and she hoped she could impress him with an idea for his project. "How about making some of these medicinal remedies for extra credit? I could help if you want." Baljeet thought about it. "I suppose it might give me an A++. But which ones should we make?" "How about these?" Ginger indicated the diuretic plants. "They're not local, but the girls can get them and it'll be a labor of love." "What was that?" asked Baljeet. Ginger paused. "I meant doves. The girls sometimes use specially trained doves to fly things in from far away." Baljeet wondered, but knew the Fireside Girls were capable of many things, so he didn't pursue the subject.
The next day, Ginger arrived at Baljeet's house with a variety of plants. Baljeet noticed scratches on Ginger. "They're nothing," she said. "Besides, the crocodiles the girls and I fought yesterday to get some of these are worse off." Again Baljeet decided not to pursue the subject. For some time, Baljeet and Ginger gathered plants together, sharing their knowledge of scientific names among other things. Soon Baljeet had a few vials filled with different diuretic formulas. As he put the finishing touches on them, Ginger made tea. She brought a cup to Baljeet. "The girls and I are having a tea party later. I bringing a family recipe to add to the tea. Please accept a cup." She bowed and held out the cup. Feeling unsure, he took it and drank. Feeling she had acted strangely, she tried to direct Baljeet's attention elsewhere. She asked him about the plants and other ingredients in the formulas made.
Ginger then noticed one had a sweet fragrance. Baljeet pointed it out as acorus calamus, also known as sweet flag or calamus. "It's rhizome is used as a substitute for ginger. You can have it. I have plenty. Besides, since ginger is associated with it, it would be appropriate for you to have." He's so romantic, thought Ginger, as she accepted it. As she took it, their hands touched. Ginger walked into the kitchen where she made her tea. Her hands were shaking from Baljeet's touch. As she set the vial down, another strong shake came over her hands. She was so caught up in the moment she didn't notice as she spilled a couple drops into the tea she would give the girls later.
As she gathered her things and got ready for the tea party, Baljeet appeared. "You forgot the stopper," he said, giving her the top to the vial. "Please be careful with it. It's very powerful. Even a couple drops are potent enough." Ginger said she would, vowing to treasure Baljeet's gift, and enjoying its ginger scent. She went off to the Fireside Girl's tea party, carrying her unknowingly diuretic laced tea.
A sequel is planned, but I am open to suggestions and help to make it good and I won't deny anyone who wants to try writing it. |
The Fireside Girls Wet Afternoon
Ginger arrived in the park and met up with the other girls. They were tending their injuries from the plant gathering expedition. Ginger tried not to notice the looks the girls gave her. "At least we're sure to get a good Help Thy Neighbor Patch," she said uncertainly. "We have plenty of those already," said Milly. "We're sure to get more by helping Phineas and Ferb." "Also, this patch just doesn't seem worth it," said Holly. "If we're going through something like that, I'd prefer it to be for Phineas and Ferb's ideas," said Katie. "Why did we have to do something like this for Baljeet anyway?" asked Milly. Ginger looked at the other girls for support. "A little diversity is always good," said Gretchen with a shrug.
"At least it was nice of you to make tea for the rest of us," said Isabella. Ginger began to pour the tea. A couple drops spilled and Adyson said,"Careful. It'll be a disaster if you spilled it all. What's a tea party without tea?" Ginger managed to pour each girl a cup. "So why did Baljeet need all those plants anyway?" asked Adyson as she took a cup. "Just a science project," said Ginger. None of the other girls seemed too thrilled to go through all that for a science project for someone like Baljeet. Clearly not worth it. But they each took a cup. Once they each had one, they made to drink it. Suddenly Ginger said,"Don't drink it!"
The girls paused as Ginger handed out cookies. "I baked these as well. Try it with the tea." Once each girl had a cookie, they dipped it in the cup and took a bite. Soon the rest of the tea party went on normally. The girls had plenty to drink and plenty of cookies. At the end, each girl commented on the good taste was in the tea. Ginger was amazed she and the girls managed to drink it all. She noticed one comment in particular: "How appropriate the tea had a ginger scent to it, Ginger." There's no ginger in the tea, thought Ginger. Now she noticed the distinct scent of ginger in the dregs. She thought back to earlier. She remembered the scent of ginger in the vial Baljeet gave her. Then she remembered her hands were shaking as she placed it near her tea before Baljeet gave her the top to the vial. A look of shock appeared on Ginger as she realized what must have happened.
"What is it?" asked Isabella. "You look like you've seen a ghost or something." "It's nothing," Ginger said. "I just remembered Baljeet said there's a chance for rain today, so we should probably get home, or indoors." There'll definitely be showers soon, she thought. "It's pretty sunny out now," said Milly. "When's it supposed to start?" "Soon," said Ginger. "Then we'll head back," said Isabella. "Although a little rain never hurt anybody." Ginger said, "I guess I'm afraid of catching a cold. I'm just going to head home now." With that, she ran off, leaving the other girls with curious looks.
Ginger was nearly home when she felt the diuretic take effect. She stopped, gasped, and held herself. She had never felt her bladder fill so fast. Already she was losing control. She was still outside, but she had to go now. Running into her yard, she dashed behind a tree and pulled down her shorts. Bending over, she relaxed. Urine gushed out as she peed into the grass. It sounded like a large waterfall and she saw it splashing onto her shirt. Unable to stop the flow, she pulled her shirt up and fully gave in to the relief that washed over her. Finally, everything stopped and she got dressed. The yellow foamy puddle was larger than any other time she had gone outside. As she carefully went inside for water to get more water back into her system, she knew the other girls would be feeling the same sensation soon.
The other girls went to the clubhouse. They had decided to stay there for this sudden shower to come. The diuretic began to effect them as they neared. Each girl tried not to show the growing desperation on them. None of them had ever felt their bladders become so full so fast. Each girl knew they had to something fast. Adyson stopped first. "I think a patch fell off my sash. I'm going to look for it over there." She ran off into the woods. "I think I saw it over there," said Milly, running in a different direction. Soon the other girls claimed they saw the patch and ran off in different directions. Isabella, alone, ran into the clubhouse. Once inside, she looked around desperately. She had to find a spot here. Noticing the water balloons in the corner, she got an idea. Grabbing a funnel, she threw her shorts off, placed the funnel into a balloon, put the funnel between her legs and peed. She sighed in relief and couldn't help but giggle as she watched the balloon fill up as her bladder emptied.
The rest of the girls soon got to feel relief as well. Adyson, running to find a spot, fell into a stream. She gasped and jumped out, but the wet clothes combined with hearing and seeing the running water was too much. She tried to pull her shorts down, but they and her hands were too slippery. Realizing she was already wet, she felt a little more wetness wouldn't matter. As she felt drops, she relaxed and let it become a stream. As she peed into her underwear and shorts, she felt a warm spot grow throughout her legs. Everything, the growing warmth, the sound of urine as it come onto the grass, and the feeling of her bladder emptying was an overwhelming feeling of relief. Milly, Katie, and Holly met up near a tree. They glanced at each other and the tree. By unspoken agreement, they dashed to the tree, removed their shorts and peed, their desperation and sudden relief overwhelming their self conciseness as they noticed each other's stream wet the grass.Gretchen managed to find a secluded place. She was near a patch of poison ivy and got an idea. Once she pulled her shorts down, she spread her legs, arched over, and tried to pee in front of her. Even though she was far away, there was so much urine in her bladder, it could reach the patch a few feet away. Gretchen never knew peeing could so much fun like this. She actually hoped she would get another chance at this again.
The girls found each other and went into the clubhouse. Inside, they noticed Isabella adjusting her clothes. Noticing this, the water balloon, and Adyson's wet pants, they understood. "Water balloon," said Isabella simply. Adyson pointed at her wet shorts. "Tree together," said Milly, Katie, and Holly. "Arching over poison ivy," said Gretchen. Suddenly they all laughed. As it started to rain due to Dr. Doofenshmirtz's Rain-Inator, or Weather Changer-Inator, the girls had plenty of water. They mentioned how they wanted try some of the other methods the girls used. Isabella promised Adyson they would each wet their pants, Gretchen promised to try to teach the others to pee in front of them, and they all agreed to invite Ginger to share in the fun. "I think the tea was very strong and had its effects on us," said Gretchen. "Then we'll ask her to make it again soon," said Isabella.
THE END |
Alright, finally got my installment for this topic done. I hope it's good for what it is, it's my first time writing with this show and these characters.
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During a nice summer day in Danville, Phineas and Ferb were sitting underneath the large oak tree in their backyard. Their parents had gone out to run errands and Candace was out visiting her friend Stacy. This was the last few weeks of summer vacation; school would come along soon to end it. The problem that faced them was finding the best way to spend it. They had done nearly everything they could do and more. As they were pondering, a familiar face showed up.
“Hi Phineas.” It was their friend Isabella. “Whatcha doin’?”
“Oh hi Isabella.” Phineas said. “We were just thinking about how summer is ending soon and we don’t seem to know what we wanna do today. We’ve done pretty much everything we can think of.”
“Well, I wish I could help, but I’m only here to grab my stuff before I leave.” Isabella said.
“Leave for where?”
“The Fireside Girls are having their end of the summer, week-long campout starting tonight.” Isabella said. “I was supposed to be ready yesterday, but I’ve fallen behind.”
“That sounds like fun.” Phineas said.
“Yeah, fun…” Isabella said hesitantly.
“Is something the matter?” Phineas said. “Maybe we can help.”
“No, it’s silly…” Isabella said.
“I don’t mind.”
Well…” Isabella said taking a deep breath. “I’m nervous about having to go to the bathroom in the woods.”
“Is that all?” Phineas happily asked. “I figured you’ve been camping outside plenty of times before.”
“All those times there have been working facilities.” Isabella said. “I would use those even though the other Fireside Girls would be more than happy to pee outdoors.”
“Peeing outdoors is easy, not to mention fun.” Phineas said. “We used to do it in our backyard when we were much younger.”
“That’s easy for you to say.” Isabella said. “You’re boys. You’re supposed to have it easy.”
“Hmm…” Phineas said. He then turned to his stepbrother. “Hey Ferb. I know what we’re gonna do today!”
After nearly an hour of getting a number of supplies together and working in the upstairs bathroom (along with a brief wondering of where Perry, their pet platypus, went, but that’s a different story.), the two brothers heard a knock at the door.
“Are you almost done?” They heard Isabella say. “I really need to go to the bathroom.”
“Alright, Ferb, that’s our sign.” Phineas said opening the door. There he found Isabella hopping up and down in desperation, holding her crotch. “So, are you ready?”
“Ready for what?” Isabella asked.” And why does this require me drinking a full liter of water?”
“We had to make sure you really had to pee in order for the simulation to work.” Phineas said.
“Simulation?”
“Follow me.”
Phineas then led the desperate girl inside the restroom and right by the toilet.
“Now what?” Isabella asked.
“See that dial next to you?” Phineas asked pointing to a large knob next to the toilet paper dispenser with various phrases written on it.
“’Car Trip’, ‘In the Bushes’, ‘Ocean’, ‘Boys’ Urinal’.” Isabella said reading off the various phrases. “Phineas, what is all this?”
“These all represent common bathroom scenarios for girls when no proper toilet is available.” Phineas said.
“So why is a urinal an option?” Isabella asked dryly.
“You’d never know when that could come in handy.” Ferb stated.
“Anyways, turn this dial to whatever scenario you want, and a holographic simulation will appear of that very scenario, allowing you to relieve yourself in the given environment while still being in the comfort of your own bathroom.” Phineas said. “Well, that is to say our bathroom.”
“I’ll admit it, that’s not a bad idea.” Isabella said. “This could help plenty of pee-shy kids.”
“Thanks.”
“Now could I please get some privacy?” Isabella said as another wave of desperation overcame her. “Now!”
“Alright then.” Phineas said as he and Ferb left. “Good luck.”
Phineas then closed the door.
Isabella, meanwhile, walked over to the toilet, looked at the dial next to her and immediately tuned it to the ‘In the Bushes’ setting. Immediately, the appearance changed to that of a heavily wooded area with bare dirt as the ground and a large bush in the center. Also present was the noise and ambience of various birds and other woodland animals. She looked and listened in awe of how real this mere simulation seemed, but her marveling didn’t last. She still had a need to take care of.
“Well, here goes nothing…” Isabella said to herself.
After hobbling behind the bush, she immediately hiked her dress up and lowered her panties to her knees, squatted down behind the bush and relaxed.
Just then, a nice stream of pee flowed from her aching bladder and down to the ground below. Isabella just sighed in relief and giggled as she watched her pee flow from the private place between her legs and lightly tickle her. Phineas was right, this was fun, and she could hardly wait to try it for real.
Once she finished her business, she picked up a fallen leaf off the ground and used it to wipe off the remaining wetness that stuck to her private area. After standing up and pulling up her panties, the simulation suddenly disappeared and the whole bathroom returned to its original state; the dial itself was also gone and there wasn’t even any evidence that showed that Isabella had peed on the floor to begin with, other than the slightly wet wad of toilet paper in her hand. Isabella then walked out of the restroom and met up with Phineas and Ferb.
“So how did it go?” Phineas asked.
“I could get used to this.” Isabella said. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Great.” Phineas said. “Well, have fun camping and good luck.”
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A week later, Isabella and the rest of the Fireside Girls were having their first hike in the woods when a few of the girls called for a bathroom break. The scoutmaster decided that the best course of action was for them to relieve themselves in the bushes. Some girls just groaned in disgust while others, like Isabella, eagerly decided to give it a try.
After hobbling near a nice, secluded place, Isabella immediately lowered her panties and squatted down so that her private place couldn’t be seen. She then hiked up the skirt of her uniform so that she wouldn’t accidentally splatter it and just relaxed as she peed full force and soaked the dirt and plants below.
As she continued peeing, she flashed back to a week ago when Phineas helped her out of her predicament. She then remembered a certain sentence Ferb said.
‘You’d never know when a urinal would come in handy.’
‘Maybe I should try it.’ Isabella said. ‘Who says only boys are allowed to pee conveniently?’
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During the bigfoot episode, Isabella lay awake in the tent. She tried to sleep, but her bladder kept her awake. She thought about her situation. She was still getting used to peeing outside and only did so in extreme cases. Now was such a case, but not in the middle of the night. She didn't feel so sure about going outside by herself in the dark. She thought about asking one of the Fireside Girls to go with her, but felt it wasn't a good idea. She was supposed to be the leader and shouldn't be seen as so scared to ask one of her group to go with her. Now, if one of them asked her, Isabella would gladly go with them. But it didn't seem like any of them would wake up and have to go anytime soon. Isabella knew she couldn't wait that long. If she didn't do something soon, she was sure she would wet her sleeping bag, which wouldn't go unnoticed. Then the girls would know their leader was too afraid to go outside at night.
Cautiously, Isabella got up, and making little noise, walked out the tent. She didn't want go far. As she looked around, she saw Phineas walking nearby. Isabella wondered. She didn't want Phineas to see her in such a situation, but she would feel safe with him close and he wasn't the kind to make fun of such things. She walked up to him. Phineas stopped when he noticed her. "Did I wake you?" he asked. "I was awake already," said Isabella. "I know it's embarrassing, but I'm trying to find a bathroom." "I was looking for one too," said Phineas. "Do you know where you're going?" Isabella hesitated. "It's just, since it's so dark, I was trying to stay close." "I understand," said Phineas. "There's nothing wrong with being afraid to go outside at night. If you want, I'll stay close if that will make you feel better." "I would feel a lot better," said Isabella.
As Isabella followed Phineas, he suddenly held out his hand. "You can hold my hand if that would help." Isabella blushed and reached out a trembling hand. Phineas's fingers closed around Isabella's hand and he pulled her closer until they were side by side. They walked a short distance in total darkness. "I think this is far enough," said Phineas. "Phineas?" asked Isabella. "I don't want to ask this, but I still don't want to be alone." Phineas thought about it. "Well, it's dark, so we won't see much. We could go side by side and I'll hold your hand if you want." "You'd do that?" asked Isabella. "Sure," said Phineas. I'll even go sitting down if it'll help. Can you adjust yourself with one hand, or do you want to let go for a moment?" "I think I'll need both hands." "All right. Let me know when you're ready and I'll take your hand again." Once their hands were free, both slid their pants down and got on the ground. Isabella then reached into the darkness and felt Phineas's hand. He grabbed. "I've got you and I'll be right here," he said.
"Ready?" asked Phineas. "Ready," said Isabella. They both counted to 3. On 3, both relaxed. A stream of urine flowed onto the ground. The sounds were distinct from one another, but Isabella only cared that Phineas was holding her hand. Phineas also only cared that Isabella felt safe. Even if they could see the streams, they felt they wouldn't be ashamed. Phineas was done first, but Isabella continued for a few seconds more. She felt awkward, knowing Phineas could hear everything now, but he didn't say anything. Finally, when she was done, she stood up and, both got their clothes back on. Then Phineas took Isabella's hand and led her back.
"Boys must have it so easy," said Isabella in the clearing near the tents. "I wish I could go to the bathroom like you and I wish I wasn't so afraid of going out at night." "I can give you something to help you practice both," said Phineas. He gave her a small device. "With this, you can redo anything. You can try going again near the tent and get a little farther each time. It's hard to make and it doesn't look like I'll have time to make another for the summer. But I think you need it more." Isabella decided to thank Phineas with a hug. She reached over, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close. She was surprised when Phineas placed his arms around her and pulled her close as well. For a little bit, both just enjoyed the comfort of being close together. Then they said good night and went to their tents.
Isabella tried the device. She felt her bladder fill again and peed relativity close to the tent. She tried again, going a little farther each time. Finally, she was able to pee in a dark spot with the tent out of sight. She then tried something else. She stood, bending a bit, and arched her pee forward. However, she got some on her clothes. But when she tried the device again, the stain was gone. Isabella kept practicing, able to remove any stain every time. After finally managing to pee standing with getting nothing on her, Isabella went back to the tent and went to sleep, reminding herself to give the device an honored place in her room, as something that was useful and one of the best gifts from Phineas and as a reminder of one of the best nights she spent with Phineas. |
My name is Bes, and this is the first time on this site. I have made desperation stories for a while so I decided to try my hand into this type.
This is Just a Drill:
Chapter 1: Lockdown
"You must never pee." Mary looks at me with cold eyes. I have been sitting in a chair, laughing with friends for a while. My eyes were accustomed to the dark room. And it seemed everyone was desperate but me.
"I have to pee." I blew Mary off, Mary was Mary Glass, she was a tall slinky girl that I ha d been friends with for ages. She had long brown hair that flowed freely from her head. She was currently bouncing around, negating attention. She was never the girl that begged for it, especially at a time like now.
I looked at the clock, it was 3:30, we were approaching hour three of lockdown. I was going through a normal day, in history when the teacher got an e-mail, and the lights went out. We were told that no one would leave the room, no ifs, ands or buts. Most girls complied though it was just before lunch, the one time of the day that most girls could piss. 4 minute passing periods were asses. Like most girls, I last pissed a few minutes before driving, at 8:00.
I was surprised at how undesperate I was. It may have been my surroundings, but most of the time I didn't even feel my bladder intruding on me. My name was Andrea Weston, I was around five foot six, good looking with short brown hair. I had grown to know that my bladder was fairly large for my size, I could handle fair amounts. But normally around 8 hours, my body forced from the urine. Most times I reach the 8 hour point, but most of those times I am not in a room with other students.
There is a few people yelling on the other side. I look around, a boy had just pissed himself. Popular one at that. That brought up the total to four, 3 girls, one guy. And I was the only one that didn't look completely desperate.
"Poor bastard." Alice spoke. Alice was next to me, in a short mini-skirt and blouse. She had been adjusting her legs to meet her demands. I pitied her. Alice Hertzler, she was a bigger, but more athletic girl that was fairly masculine for her body.
"The one day I decided to wear a skirt." Alice joked. I laughed with her, I was in a billowing flower dress with a jacket over it. None of us were prepared to stay in this room for four hours.
I felt my bladder try to expel itself. It wouldn't be long before I am like all these other people. I shifted my weight and continued talking. At the beginning they stated that this was going to be a drill, but normally drills lasted 20 minutes. Something must have happened.
"Aww, Jesus Christ." I look over again, another girl, this one wasn't popular though, the count was now 4-1. If we stay in this room for another hour, I doubt any of us would survive without our bladders exploding.
"I'm going to be next." Another girl screamed in front of me. I shivered a bit and looked at her. It was Katie, or Katie Pinegar. Katie was another one of my friends, she was dancing around, holding it in somehow. I laughed at her desperate, knowing all to well that I was the next one to do it.
"Shut up Andrea." Mary spoke. I looked at her. "How are you not dying?" She asked me again.
"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm about to piss myself." I lied. She looked at me doubtfully. My bladder spurted out a bit, I squeezed myself to maintain my balance. Mary was in a pair of jeans and a white blouse.
More screaming, 4-2. I maintained my focus. I looked back at the clock, it was 3:45. 7 hours and fourty five minutes. My record was eight and a half, done on one crazy road trip. I felt like I was going to break that today.
5-2
6-2
6-3
6-4.
I looked in the room. The room was even darker, school would be over know. The clock read 4:30. Jesus Christ, I whispered to myself. My bladder was like a air balloon, about to pop. I looked at my friends, all were still holding it. I was at my record now. My body burned for relief. I pushed down on my dress, stretching out the feathers. My friends didn't give a care in the world. 7-4. I looked around again, how were we the ones still holding it.
The room began to have a stench, like a cesspool. The teacher was dying for a piss. We weren't getting out of this, I realized. No one would come out of here without a wet bottom. I spurted another time.
I looked around to see why I was being taken out of my daze. I looked over to Alice, she was poking me, trying to get my attention.
"Andrea...Andrea..." Her other hand was wedged in her crotch.
"What!" I whispered.
"Look." Alice gave me a phone with the teachers e-mail. I knew that somehow Alice was able to retrieve the e-mails from faculty through one dumb English teacher. "The guy left." She spoke.
"Really." Mary spoke, "so we can go." Alice nodded. I watched as the obviously desperate teacher ran to another depserate teacher to discuss the letting go of students. Suddenly the room was empty. I looked at Alice and Mary, we nodded and we stood up. And we ran to the door.
"The robber is gone." Alice said. "Fuck it." We opened the door and ran out. The sun was certainly lowered as the afternoon heat was on us. When the door closed we all dropped and held ourselves. Our body were so desperate. I wanted to drop my white panties, piss on the ground and carry on but I didn't want to be rude. So I grabbed myself and made our way to the bathroom.
"Oh thank God. Oh thank God." We ran as fast as we could to the nearest toilet. I wanted nothing more than to open the floodgates. My body burning. I danced around in my flower dress, exposing my damp panties at time. Alice waddled in her mini, and Mary diligently held herself through her jeans.
We got to the toilets. Opened the heavy door together and entered the large female restroom. We walked happily.
Suddenly, Mary stopped. We looked ahead and saw a man in the girls dressing room. He had sort brown hair, a small beard and wearing all black. On his sides were two pistols and a knife.
We stopped in our tracks.
"You think that if you were a robber being tracked by half the police in this area, they would think they would ditch social norms for their own survival, no guy would go into the girls dressing room." I wanted to run but was scared he would shoot, we stood still.
"My name is Randall by the way, and you three are screwed." He pulled out his gun, and I knew that my bladder was going to explode this day. |
Chapter 3: Hostages:
` I never had to pee so badly in my life, but the entire atlantic ocean could have been in my bladder and I would have budged. Mary, Alice and I were scrunched up looking up to this mystery man, or Randall, as he called himself.
It didn’t take long to realize that we didn’t have an escape plan. Randall had a gun pointed to us, a smaller handgun that still could easily kill us. Next to him was his lover, or so we thought. They were dressed in all black, Randall had a backpack.
“This is Tricia by the way.” He snarled. I felt a dribble of wetness from under of my skirt, but I held it. “I’m going to explain some things to you since you three are very special.” He continued. “We robbed the bank, no surprise, but we lost half of the money that we were meant to acquire. Now we are taking you guys hostage until the police have the balls to give us the money. We will be taking you three into the cafeteria, I would say that you guys might be spending the night here.”
Hostages, Jesus Christ. I felt my bladder spasm. I was more scared of wetting myself than being captured by this maniac.
“What are your names?” Randall asked.
“Andrea.”
“Mary"
“Alice.” We took our times speaking to Randall. He continued to hold his gun high, pointed at us.
“Remember, nothing personal. If the police are smart, you will be with your families by dinner, if they aren’t, consequences are unforeseen.” We were fucked, so fucking fucked it wasn’t even funny. I shifted my weight around, holding the urine inside of me. I looked around. I could just piss right here, ignore wet panties and spread my legs to it doesn’t hit my dress. I could run into a stall and piss so fast I would fall over. Or I could hold it, and not let my body force out it.
I chose the latter. The three of us followed Randall to the cafeteria. The halls were still empty with students. I wondered how many had already given up and pissed themselves. I wondered how many girls were worse than us. There had to be one girl that had drank 3 massive cups of coffee, and has been holding herself by sure will and determination. If he is on campus, I doubt any girls will hold it.
I wondered if I should just piss myself now, I am being held at gunpoint during lockdown. I doubted anyone would think less of me right now. I still had too much pride though, I shifted my weight again. Bending my legs and holding myself.
Spurt.
I moaned as I reached down. You could see the jet of urine’s stain on my flower dress, a small stain. I covered myself to avoid embarrassment. I adjusted my panties and kept going. I could plead to him, get on my knees and force him to allow us three to piss before this long process takes place. I just didn't want to piss in front of anyone. A vision kept going through my mind, me in front of Alice, Mary, Tricia and Randall dancing around before an incredible amount of piss exited me, leaving me in a flurry of embarrassment and sadness
"I'm not going to make it." I hear a voice behind me, it is Mary. I had forgotten about Mary, the queen of this desperation ball, She had been squirming for as long as I could remember. You could see faint drips on her crotch.
"You are going to make it." I assured her, I didn't know how much help I would be, but the last thing my aching bladder needed was someone relieving themselves in fron of me.
"I haven't pissed since 6:00 in the morning." She spoke to me, one hour later than me. I pitied her, she had both her hands jammed in her crotch. "I'd rather just piss myself than go through more of this torture."
"Please don't." Another voice rang through the group, it was Randall's. He was still holding a gun. "There will be no puddles on my watch."
"But we are about to piss ourselves!" I yelled. He remained quiet.
"Don't blame me, blame the stupid ass cops!" He yelled back.
I went quiet and looked around. I spotted Alice. Alice was rubbing her crotch through the small mini-skirt she was wearing. I walked closer to her and bumped into her. She almost screamed and then looked pissed at me.
"What?" She spoke, she continued to rub herself.
"Stop it. Stop masturbating." It's odd, but I knew that Alice was the one person enjoying all of this. I remembered a party, some random boys party that Alice and I were invited, lot's of alcohol of course. I remember us desperately waiting outside a stall trying to hold our urine.
"Yuh know wutts weird." She slurred, she had drank too much. I had maintained most of my composure and still felt sober. "I'm actually turned on by this." She spoke,
I looked at her with weird eyes.
"Why the fuck are you telling me this?" I asked her, my desperation had made me irritable.
"I dunno, I'm bored and need to pee." She then proceeded to wet herself. Forcing me to drive her home to save embarrassment, causing me to wait another 45 minutes before relieving myself. But that is what friends are for, right?
"I'm not masturbating." I looked at her. "Okay, a little, but what else is there to do."
"No masturbating either." Randall spoke, "Though I am a little flattered." He had a wit to him that made him somewhat enjoyable, almost making up for the fact that he was a fucking robber.
We approached the cafeteria. It was a large room, painted white, purple outline, school colors. I held the edges of my dress, crumpling them to try to ignore my bladder. No use. I was at the point of no return. I knew that right outside cafeteria was a bathroom. I immediately broke for it. I ran as fast as I can. I got to the door, began to open it...
"Stop." I looked back, Randall had his gun right at my face. I gulped and stood back. I looked at him. "You are being very difficult Andrea." He grabbed me by the bottom of my dress. I screamed but he pulled me back to the others, and away from my sanctuary.
"Here is how bathrooms are going to work. I understand you girls are desperate, but you know what really get's anxious mom's scared, seeing their girl desperate. So here is how we are going to roll. You three get a cup, every hour you get to piss into the cup and expunge it. Simple as that, that said. If you break any rules, try to run, you will lose your cup privilege for the next hour. Andrea, you have lost yours." I nearly cried, I couldn't even imagine holding it for any longer than now. "You piss yourself, we will see what happens."
I felt Tricia's hand over my shoulder as I get walked into the cafeteria, my body in incredible agony. My bladder dying, forced to hold for it's life. And the one shot of relief, taken away at a moments notice. |
Chapter 5: Tricia.
I felt like I was about to fucking die. I had been hiding for ages so the first time I was able to be alone with the girls, I let out all of the agony inside of me. I bent down, held myself constantly, almost in tears. I was surprised my jeans weren't soaked to the brim. I danced around a bit and sat back down, my face was pink, embarrassed, my hands were held in my crotch.
"Good news everyone, cops have refused my offer. Hostage situation coming up, we might be here for a while." I sat back up, quietly adjusting my weight. Damn I had to piss so bad. But I couldn't let go, even a bit. If I was going to get out of this situation without going to prison. I was going to have hold it.
"So... uh... the girls?" I asked Randall. He got close to me.
"If we let them piss, then what about me?" He whispered to me, putting his lips up to my ear. He gave me a devilish smile. He pushed my bladder. I tried to stay still, I needed to hold. He begins to force his hand to clutch my bladder. "You really drank a lot." He continued to whisper. Oh God! I was going to piss myself, was dying, breathing heavily.
"Yeah, it's weird." I did the only sensible thing and grabbed his erect penis. I clutched it. "Stop pushing." He winced in pain and let go. "Thank you."
Randall backed up and looked at the girls, who were staring in their seats, watching the whole ordeal. "Sorry about that." Randall murmured. "Look Tricia, I have three girls here, I don't need another person dancing."
"I'm fine." I muttered, but I concealing my desperate self. Last time I pissed was in the morning, wetting before we began preparing for the robbery. I was on the toilet as Randall kissed me. I soon concealed myself in black and started to drink the big gulp which I finished by the beginning of the robbery. I never felt anything during the robbery, the adrenaline was too high. But soon after we got the money, I began to feel the urge.
"I'm probably going to have to piss soon." I told Randall, but he was still fuming over me losing the money.
"You can fucking go when we get to the school, alright." I followed his instructions. I wasn't bursting yet, but I felt it coming. The school was about a mile away and by the time I got their I was desperate.
"Where can I piss?" He was calmer now.
"There are some bathrooms in the halls. It is one of those schools that is half inside, half outside so the bathrooms are somewhere outside. I guess we will find hostages their."
"The school will be on lockdown."
"Meh- they won't look in the bathrooms. They will cancel the drill and girls will run to the toilets and find us, we will take the first few and get the 2 million." The problem was that I didn't want to be captured. I only did the heist for Randall, I didn't care about the money. Then, I had an idea.
If I don't pee then when the lockdown happens, I could pretend to be one of the girls. I was only 2 years older than the other girls that could be captured. If those girls are bursting the cops will perceive me to be one of them. I still went to the toilets and faked to piss myself.
Now I was here. Desperate from head to toe, constantly pretending not to be. I wanted nothing more to use my hands to hold myself, but I as too alarmed of alerting Randall. He knew I needed to, but not desperate.
Ring-Ring. The phone in the middle of all of us rang. It was the school phone for the cafeteria. Randall grabbed it and held it to his ear."
"Yes. Yes, I am holding some ladies hostage.... Their names are Andrea Weston... Mary Glass... and um... Alice Hertzler... And let me tell you officer, their parents are not going to like it when they learn that you had the chance to save them. You could just give the money and they will not be here any longer than they have to be... Not happening good sir... Look, keep telling yourself that. Call me when you have the money." He slammed down the phone. "Tricia, watch over the kids. I have some other stuff to take care of." Randall walked out of the room.
Oh god. Oh God. OH GOD! The urine was coming out. I felt it as a drip at first, but the pressure was too much. I scrunched down, into a ball trying to prevent it from spreading. It was no use. I ran like the wind to the trash can. Unbuckled my jeans as the stain started to appear. I pulled down my already soaked boxers, and let it all go into the old trash can. It was heavenly. The urine rushed out like a jet stream. I maintained quiet, but my stream went on forever. I moaned as I finally fished, what felt like hours was probably only a minute or so, but I was finished. I felt relieved for the first time.
Then I realized that I couldn't get out. I was there in soaked panties and wet jeans, and Randall was going to come out and accuse me of holding it. I began to panic as I remembered something in the bag. I ran towards it and pulled out four diuretic pills. I never figured out what they actually did except make you die of needing to pee. But that one thing they did very well.
"Hey ladies. I'm going to be dick to save my ass. I need you three to take this little pill with me okay."
"No." Mary spoke, bouncing around more than ever. Hand in crotch.
"Do you want to see me killed." They shook their heads. "I thought so. Take these pills please." The girls accepted and swallowed the pills without water. As they did so I swallowed mine and began to cry, just imagining the girls as they realize that I had made them need to pee more than anyone else on earth.
Inside of Andrea, her bladder had basically already exploded. |
Chapter 6: Diuretics.
It took maybe thirty seconds for the pills to feel themselves. I began to feel bloated, uncomfortable beyond my bladder, my stomach turned, I hadn't aten all day, I felt miserable.
"What the fuck was the pill?" Mary asked Tricia, who had her hands in her face, sniffling and sobbing. She was parked in the lunch bench with her jeans unzipped and a large piss stain.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She murmured. Did she just poison us? I began to panic. Oh God, she poisoned us. Then I began to feel a more crunching pain.
"What was the fucking pill!" Mary yelled now. Tricia was motionless in her seat. I felt extremely bad for her unless she had just poisoned us.
"It's...It's...A diuretic." I had no clue what that was. I shifted my weight vigorously, I felt my bladder growing out of its semi-uncomfortable state. Shit, it was only 6:40. I didn't need myself to piss before 7:00.
"What's a diuretic?" I asked Alice. Who was generally more relaxed. Her legs were apart revealing her panties, making no notice of her aching bladder, except for the fact that she was rubbing it vigorously.
"It's a pill that makes you, uh, piss more." I looked back at Tricia. Shit, Shit, Shit. I was going to explode. My bladder was still increasing in magnitude. I shifted my weight under my dress. I looked up, it was beginning to be a night sky, luckily I brought a jacket and I wasn't cold. Then again, I had more things to worry about than temperature.
"Look. I need to pee to get out of this. But if Randall sees that only I took one, he would be suspicious. So I am torturing you guys for my own sake, I'm sorry." I grabbed the corners of the skirt and lifted it to reveal my panties. It was just girls here and I wanted to rub myself. It felt so good rubbing the outer portions of my panties. I wanted to go in and touch myself, but I had just a tad bit of pride. I put my skirt down.
"If you are going to piss yourself, you should probably do it now." Tricia continued to talk. It felt like it was coming that way soon. I began to squirm in my seat. I had been sitting for a while now and was desperately needing relief.
I began to imagine the earlier scenario, dropping my panties and wetting standing up, letting the urine his the ground and not getting wet. I imagined the relief I would feel, the aching bladder healed by one movement.
Squirt.
I crossed my legs furiously. This was more than a squirt, this was a jet stream squirt. You could see a wet spot immediately on my dress. Oh god, this was a nightmare. I looked around me, Mary was shaking in her tight jeans, Alice must have been rubbing herself non-stop for the last 20 minutes. Even Tricia began to dance around. This was a nightmare, a nightmare that causes you to bed wet. I was fucked, so fucked.
"Hello ladies..." A voice came the end of the hall, it was Randall's. He walked down the white halls with a pistol in his hand. "There are bombs planted on two back entrances, so they will not go through there. By the way I..." He stared down Tricia, who's jeans were still wet. "What happened?"
"I pissed myself, that is what happened. But I took diuretics. We all took diuretics."
"You all took diuretics." He giggled a bit and then saw the empty package. "You wasted my last pills on small teenage girls that can barely carry their weight without the pills!" He began to look angry, but then calmed down. "I like your thinking." He then took his attention to us three, we silently watched the ordeal, bursting as always. "Maybe we will have to give these girls buckets after all."
Ring-ring....ring ring. The phone was off again, it was more of the officers.
"Yes officer... Yes, I know... Yes... Jesus Christ officer, all I want is a few million that is all... Ridiculous, no!... You are not... Okay." At that moment Randall took his gun and fired straight into the air. The bang basically busted my air drums. I screached but crossed my legs even more, not a drip came out. I looked at Alice she was fine. Then I looked at Mary.
"How about now officer... Yeah, you got some blood on your hands... I still got a few if you want....Bye." He slammed the phone down. "Oh come on Mary." I stared at Mary. She was on one knee, her jeans getting darker. She was clutching her crotch, but the urine kept coming out. She stood back up, in defeat. Soon enough she was completely wet and she began to freak out.
'Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" She pleaded to Randall.
"Why the Hell will I kill you. I don't need to kill you when I can kill imaginary people. Now Tricia, go clean this mess up. Their is an extra pair of shorts in the bag." Tricia grabbed Mary and took her to the toilets.
"Alice and Andrea." Randall spoke as he stood up. "Let me ask you a question, did you really take the diuretics or is Tricia trying to get me to use the toilets." We both nodded.
"She took one too." Alice implanted. She was still holding herself shrewdly, her body contorted and still rubbing her swollen bladder.
"I know. Look, I like you guys, you have real character and personality. Can I trust you not to run if I leave to take a piss." We nodded. "By the way there are motion sensors on the door, I implanted them earlier that allow me to detect when you guys leave through my phone. If you guys leave to urinate, or to run. I will be run out with a gun. You understand." We nodded once again. "Good, I've been holding forever."
"Fuck you." I mustered up a few words through gritted teeth, my bladder on the verge of explosion.
"I get that a lot." He laughed and exited the room. I hated that guy. I also hated my poor bladder.
"Fuck this. I'm wetting." Alice spoke to me. She got up and immediately fell to her knees, holding herself, exposing her underwear to me. I followed suit, but it flared up my dress. We walked over to a corner of the room where we stopped.
Alice pulled down her miniskirt. I watched as she pulled off her panties and looked at me.
"Do you want to go first?" Alice asked me.
"No thanks." I refused, I knew that she suffered as well. I took off my jacket and lifted up the flower dress. I kept my panties on as I impatiently waited for her to piss.
"FUCK YES" She screamed as the stream started. I began to dance around, my desperation was so urgent, I couldn't help it. I bent down, put all my strength into not allowing myself to piss with every force of my body.
"GO FASTER!" I yelled at her. She began to force out everything. I watched the clock as she hit the minute mark. "Jesus Christ Alice, piss." I heard her stream and a puddle began surfacing near my boots. I moved away, still holding myself down with all my force.
Then I broke free. A lapse of concentration, something turning my mind away, and immediately all the urine pent inside of me after 10 hours of holding and diuretics came free in my panties.
"Oh shit. I pulled my panties down as fast as possible, but by the time I got it off, it was soaked beyond repair. I put it down and began putting my urine in the puddle. Alice's jet began to succumb as I reached the climax. I moaned in relief, my body felt orgasmic. I'm pretty sure I did orgasm their. Every pent up pain exiting me after hours of forcing it down. I never could do this again.
The stream began to diminish. The whole corner of the room was filled in urine, my body felt relief for the first time. I ignored my soaked panties and decided to go commando. Alice and I began to put on our clothes back on.
Then Randall entered the room.
"Umm... Couldn't wait any more I suppose." We froze. "Doesn't matter, I'll giver you thirty minutes." I was confused but then I remembered the pill, and then I remembered the piss that was already started to push inside of me. I was not finished any time soon. |
Chapter 7: Finale.
"I don't want to paint the picture that I am a bad man, I am not, I just need to do some things. Some day you will look back on this day and realize that none of this was personal, may be when you rob the bank or something like that." Randall was grabbing Alice and I by our wrists back to the main area. The room smelled like piss, and was flooded in it. Alice and I had finally relieved ourselves only seconds ago, only to be caught in the act. "I don't care what you did, but I did say you were going to be punished, this will happen to Mary to by the way."
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I yelled.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!" Randall yelled back, before proceeding to laugh hysterically. "Well, when we are finished I will be seen as this evil guy and you get to right a book about this whole thing, get rich on telling the story of how you pissed yourself so many times it was like a toddler daycare for all I care, I just want money and if it means to make you guys look as miserable as possible then so be it."
"You are a pervert." Alice murmured as we reached the base of operations.
"Didn't think it would take that long to figure out." We reached the base. He sat us down. I remembered that my panties were in the trash can, I frantically closed up my legs to prevent Randall from seeing up my dress. I was starting to have to pee again, my bladder beginning to rise. Couldn't I just have relief, peace.
"You know what parents really don't like, handcuffs." Out of nowhere Randall pulls out six pairs of steel handcuff. I begin to shuffle my weight, I wasn't going to be able to use my hands to stop any leakage, I couldn't move my legs because Randall will see up my dress and I could leave the chair because I was locked in. All the while I was starting to need to piss again.
I wiggled a bit as he grabbed my arms and locked me in. The feeling of being trapped scared the Hell out of me. I was confined to a cheap plastic purple chair that was going to be the source of a lot of agony in just a few seconds. I crossed my legs for some relief, but it was scarce. He moved on to Alice, who needed to pee more than me. She was almost dancing around as the handcuffs were put on, quietly murmuring to yourself.
At that time Mary came out. Her skin tight jeans were replaced by a pair of fairly large booty shorts that barely fit her. She got pushed by Tricia, who still looked miserable. She was also begging for relief, she must have to pee very bad. She got placed down and cuffed in.
"Ladies, you have one strike. I'm going to be honest, more piss and I will be mad. I don't know what I will do next but it..."
Ring-ring.
"Oh come on." Randall picked up the phone. "You have my 2-million...What....What do you mean we know you didn't kill anyone...Really...Well, tell me about this." He motioned to Tricia, I was confused.
"Oh please, don't shoot me, please, no, no, no." Tricia acted as she supposedly begged. Then Randall shot the gun back up and Tricia became quiet.
"That uh... Sound fake to you... Yes 2-million." Randall slowly lifted his hands in the air, pounding it up. He slammed the phone down. "We are getting it!" He screamed at Tricia, they both celebrated.
"Can we leave, please."
"Oh no. You are staying until we get the money." My bladder spasmed a bit. It began to be full, I crossed my legs in another position. My bladder was sore from all the fullness, now it a feeling of rapid filling that got me scared.
"They aren't going to give you money that easily." Tricia spoke, she was sitting with crossed legs, seemingly much more comfortable than I. I was starting to feel a full bladder. I wish I could use my hands, to push down, feel some relief. But my hands were stuck to the purple chair.
Thirty minutes had passed. The last thirty minutes were mostly silence, a few snickers and moans here and there. It was reaching 7:45. The day had turned to night. I was starving, miserable, desperate and sore. The entire day had been horrible. Now I was stuck in a chair, my bladder bursting and my legs unable to move, because the last thing I wanted to do is to get Randall to know that I was commando. Alice and Mary were also in bad shape, so was Tricia. Tricia was lying down on the table, also desperate. Randall was the only one moving.
That was when I remembered the shot. Randall was looking through one of the windows in the front when I heard a bang in the window. The window broke and the shot ruptured by ear drum. I figured it was Randall once again. Until I saw him fall down with the shot.
"Randall!" Tricia yelled. Her body jumping up to Randall, who was already unconscious. The police had shot him. I began into a frantic haze. I began worrying what would happen next, I held in my urine as panic set in. There was screaming, and crying and the whole 9 yards. That was when a swat team divulged on the cafeteria.
"Hands in the air and no one gets hurt!" The SWAT leader spoke in a dark tone. Tricia put her hands up. As she did a torrent of urine flew from her. She fell to the ground, unleashing everything on her sodden jeans. The SWAT team stood back. She also began to cry, she pulled off a trick. She made herself look as innocent as possible, just another girl that was captured. "We got four hostages, Mr. Peters is dead, I repeat Mr. Peters is dead, no sign of an assailant over." We stayed silent as the SWAT team leader walked over to us, it hadn't even came to mind that it was over.
"Are you ladies hurt?" The SWAT leader spoke. I decided to talk back.
"No. Just get us out of here."
"Sure thing." The leader spoke. He grabbed some pairs of keys that were lying around near Tricia's bag. They were the keys to the handcuffs. He slowly walked towards us as if he didn't have a clue of our depseration and unlocked us.
He unlocked me first. As soon as the cuffs were free I stood up and began to walk. I would have ran if I had underwear, but a fast walk with my hands holding my dress so nothing would come out.
I had a front side parking spot where my car was. I grabbed my keys out of my pocket and walked as quickly as possible to my car, beyond the rows and rows of reporters looking for a story. Fuck them, I needed to pee.
"Andrea...Andrea." One reporter came right next to me. My full bladder pushing ahead. I bumped into her, we crashed. As I tried to maintain my balance I felt something break and I realized that it was coming. The whole tidal wave. That was when I ran.
I ran as fast as possible, my body pushing me so these reporters wouldn't see the urine rolling down my legs. I got to my car as it was starting to appear. I jumped in and grabbed the nearest object that could soak. A pink towel. I rolled up my skirt and relieved buckets, and I mean buckets in to the towel. I moaned in relief. It was over, the hostages, the handcuffs, the desperation, it was all over. Here was I, a survivor, wetting into a pink towel. I never felt better. I finished, my body feeling like it could fly.
Then I looked outside the window. It was the other kids. Rows and rows of the other kids that were in the classrooms at the time. They came in heaps. Almost all of them had one thing in common, whether jeans, skirts, shorts, they all had a dark spot near their crotch. I must have been the only girl in their that didn't. There were a few guys and girls that didn't, but they were so desperate, I was surprised how they survived. A few kids with patches were even desperate. Poor guys, I'd rather take being taken hostage and desperate than being locked in a small room desperate.
Then I realized that the diuretic wasn't finished yet, and I decided to do something I hadn't done all day. Use a toilet.
The end. |
I'm so fucking proud of this one. It still could be better, but I feel it's much better than anything I've ever written before. I hope you agree.
Enjoy!
Link to the previous story.
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I pulled up into the driveway of Monica's, my girlfriend's, house, walked up to the door and knocked. We hadn't seen each other in a week, both being unreasonably busy, and I was excited to see her again, even if it was to be just a simple evening spent together at her place. Maybe even more so.
She opened the door and gave me a bright smile. Monica is a fox, like me, but an Arctic one – her fur is mostly pure white, except for the tips of her tail and her ears. It's also longer than mine, even in summer, and silky to the touch. My brown coat, next to hers, feels like sandpaper. On her chest and belly, in a narrowing stripe, where foxes of more typical coloration have their white belly fur, hers is instead even softer and more delicate. Just seeing it made me want to press my face against it. And I could see it, because she was only wearing a bra and shorts. It was reasonable, in this weather, but I appreciated nevertheless.
I stepped in and she pulled me into a tight hug. 'Hey, Vic', she said, and gave me a kiss. I smoothed the fur on her back with my paw.
We retreated into the kitchen. I sat down and watched her as she made tea, perhaps paying more attention than I should have to her slim rump and legs. And doing that, I noticed something strange: she was standing with her legs pressed together, rubbing her thighs slightly against each other as she shifted her weight. Her bushy brush of a tail twitched nervously, smacking the cupboards every few seconds. I wondered. Did she need to pee? Was she that excited to see me again? Both? The thought of the last of option made me a little hot.
'Vic? Victor? I don't mind you staring, but try to listen to what I say.'
'Oh. I'm sorry. What were you saying?', I stammered. At the moment I could have sworn my ears were giving off enough heat to warm the house.
'I was asking you about the conference. You'd been gushing about it for weeks, how was it in the end?' The keetle boiled and she turned back towards the counter.
I told her about it as she poured the water. I couldn't help but notice that as it flowed she bent forward slightly, sticking out her bottom at me and squeezing her legs together so much they trembled. A small gasp escaped her. She didn't think I could hear it over the pouring water, but I could, and I was now sure that she needed to pee, badly. But why?
We kept talking and I kept watching her, taking opportunities to glance at her body under the table. She was curling her toes constantly, her claws scraping against the floor, and several times I caught her rubbing her abdomen, as if trying to relieve a cramp. Her legs never went an inch apart.
I was wondering. She had a serious need to pee, she could pee at any moment, but she chose not to. Why? I didn't think she knew about my preferences in this matter. Was she doing it because she shared them? Was she enjoying it? I found myself getting seriously excited at the thought. I could help my drying mouth with the tea, but not the lack of space occuring in my pants.
She stood up and stretched – very carefully, not to pull on her bladder.
'Come on, let's watch the film. I understood nothing the first time around, maybe you'll help.'
We settled on the sofa in the living room. I put on the movie on the laptop and set it on a chair in front of us. I put my arm around Monica and held her left paw with mine, and she leaned against me. She shifted slighly as she pressed her legs together every few seconds. Her tail wrapped around my back and rested my lap, helping me conceal my erection. If she noticed, she didn't show it.
Ten minutes into the film, she cracked open a can of soda. I wondered. She couldn't have possibly been thirsty. Was she trying to fill her bladder? I decided to drop the games and ask.
'Monica, why won't you go to the bathroom? I can see you have to.'
Her green eyes glared at me over the can. Monica hesitated, and bit her lip. She started to say something, but shook her head and looked away. Then she took my right paw and said:
'Let me show you something.'
She pulled back the waistband of her shorts and slowly slid my paw against the crotch of her panties. Carefully, I touched the fabric. It was damp, slightly sticky, and incredibly hot, as if she had an oven down there. I couldn't help but rub against it. Monica gasped and threw her head back, letting out a shuddering sigh. I pulled my paw out.
She looked me in the eye. Her eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, and she was panting softly. She moved in closer to my face, and with deliberation grabbed my paw and brought it in between our noses. The intense scent of her arousal lingering on my fur overwhelmed my senses, making me shudder with excitement. I kissed her on the lips and reached for her breast, but she pulled out.
'Not yet.' she said in a shaky whisper. 'Won't be long, I'd been drinking water for an hour before you came'. Her hand trembled as she lifted the soda can and gulped down the remainder. She tossed the empty can to the side and gave me a naughty grin... as she reached for another one. The tightness in my pants was getting downright painful.
Over the next thirty minutes, as we kissed and fondled, her urgent need transformed into intense desperation. I watched in fascination as she constantly ground her hips into the sofa and openly rubbed her paw against her crotch. She was constantly panting with arousal, her muzzle hanging open, and she felt burning hot against me. Her left paw caressed her abdomen, now visibly proturding with the bulge of her bladder.
I couldn't believe my luck. I was going out of my mind with excitement. It was the most arousing sight I had ever seen or even concieved, this beautiful vixen squirming with her bladder about to explode and aroused beyond sanity.
I slid my right paw down her body to her abdomen and pressed gently. Right under her soft fur, I could feel the rock-hard roundness of her completely full bladder. It felt like it had stretched to fill all space between her hips, and extended up to her navel. I pressed a little harder, and she cried out with pain and urgency. Her entire body tensed up with the effort to hold against the overwhelming pressure.
She pushed me away, and in slow, deliberate movements she stood up. She couldn't come close to standing straight and stayed bent forward, one of her hands holding her bladder, as if to stop gravity from tugging at it. Her rump was inches from my nose. Suddenly, her tail smacked me right across the face.
'Sorry!', she gasped. 'I can't stand it any more. I'm going to the bathroom, and then...'. She didn't bother to finish; there was no need to.
But I was right behind her. I grabbed her by the elbow and spun her around. She stared at me, startled.
'Come on', I said. 'I thought you enjoyed this.'
I pulled her into a kiss, and reached to pull down her shorts and panties, caring not to put any pressure on her bladder. She struggled for a second, but when I reached around and touched the inside of her thigh, she let out a deep moan and responded to my kiss. Her panties dropped to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. I stepped back for a moment to work on her bra.
'This is insanity', she gasped.
'Yes', I agreed.
I lowered her onto her back on the sofa. I tried to spare her any strain, but she still hissed with pain as her stomach musles tugged at her bladder.
I stipped out of my own clothes and joined her. She was on her back, staring at me with anticipation, barely able to move. She was heaving with lust, desire and pain. Her fur was damp over most of her body, even in places where it wouldn't normally get sweaty, and she radiated heat of arousal. I could smell it, too, the intense, sweet scent of pure sexual need setting my nerves on fire and making my head swim.She no longer had her fingers between her legs, but I could see her straining to contain her body's urges just a while longer. I could also see the while wouldn't be long.
I leaned over her and kissed her. She responded in force, wrapping her arms and legs around me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her moving undearneath me, fighting against her desire to pee. Her intimate fur rubbed against my erection.
I pulled out and looked her in the eye. I said, 'Tell me how you feel.'
She gasped in anguish. 'You know damn well how I feel.'
I licked and kissed her neck, moving slowly downwards. 'Tell me. Please.'
She started speaking. 'I need to piss so bad I can barely hold it. The urge is so strong I need to squeeze back all the time. It hurts and the pressure is...' I reached her nipple and sucked on it, while fondling her breast with my fingers. She moaned in crumbling pleasure for a second before she composed herself enough to talk again. 'I'm so horny I feel like I'm on fire. I can't...' She let out a frustrated wail. 'Do something about this!'
I didn't need to be told twice. I moved my muzzle down, tracing a line through the impossibly soft fur of her belly. I stopped to lick the solid bulge of her distended bladder. I could feel and see her muscles spasming and straining, barely stopping it from emptying. Her cries urged me on.
Her crotch was soaked in her fluids. Its scent hit me like a brick wall, overwhelming my senses and making me dig my claws into Monica's hips. I put my tongue and mouth to work at her own engorged lips, and was rewarded with moans of pleasure. Her paws were on my head. Her hips bucked, pressing her crotch into my face, craving more stimulation. I couldn't imagine what it was doing to her need to pee.
I moved back up and kissed her, making her sample her own taste.
'Ready?' I asked.
'Yes. Be gentle.' Her voice was weak and trembling.
I was. I put it in very slowly, trying not to hurt her bladder. I could feel it, its wall rubbing against my shaft and its huge roundness pressing into my abdomen. Her musles were so clenched she gripped me like a vice. I stayed in, not moving, to let her adjust.
She moaned in ecstasy and excruciating pain, gripping me with her legs around my hips and her arms around my back. I started to move. I couldn't avoid pressing into her overstretched bladder with every thurst, and every time she cried out in pain. But she was moving with me, lost in the mix of bliss and agony.
Finally, she let out one more cry, louder and longer than any previous one, and stopped breathing. She pressed herself into me with all her strength in a silent yet tremendous gesture, her claws digging into my back and her rock-hard bladder ramming into my gut. Her entire body spasmed and her floogates broke, releasing the long-withheld liquid with startling pressure. She wailed a moan of relief as both of her body's desperate urges were satisfied at once. That was the last straw for me as well, and seconds later I collapsed next to her now limp form. She was still peeing full force, oblivious of anything but her release.
A minute later, I was lying on my back and she was relaxed on top of me, her head on my chest, staring in my eyes. She brought up her paw. It was stained red around her claws.
'I came so hard I stabbed you.', she giggled. 'I'm sorry.'
'Don't worry,' I said, 'it was worth it', and kissed her.
Edited October 12, 2013 by olrast
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Okay so my mom introduced me to this Nickelodeon show on Netflix called House of Anubis. I've watched Season 1 on Netflix and quite a bit of 2 and 3 from various online sources. Anyway, I'm hooked enough to write a fanfiction based on the series. I plan to extend this one multiple chapters as it seems like the perfect candidate. I think the show's structure has given me some perspective on the matter of writing multiple chapter works.
Anyway, without further ado, here's Chapter 1...
NOTE: This chapter contains male desperation and wetting. Future chapters will likely not be exclusively male, but the first chapter is so...
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Chapter 1: House of Trouble
It was a friday night and Jerome Clarke had somehow gotten himself locked in Mr. Eric Sweet’s office. He had snuck in at night hoping to change his grades, only to discover that the door had locked behind him. Try as he might, he was unable to find the key. Mr. Sweet must have taken it with him. Therefore, Jerome would simply have to wait there until morning, when Sweet came back to his office and Jerome would find himself in a LOT of trouble.
It wasn’t long before Jerome regretted not using the loo before he left Anubis house that night. He was greeted with the all too familiar twinge of his bladder. It wasn’t bad, but it was enough to acknowledge the fact that he needed to go. He bit his lip realizing he’d have to hold it through the night until Mr. Sweet unlocked the door.
A couple hours passed and Jerome considered using the phone to call for help getting out of the locked room. His bladder had progressed from needing to go to feeling the need to fidget… a lot. It was nearly 5:30 am. He had 3 hours until Mr. Sweet would supposedly arrive, and he didn’t know if he could hold it that long. He dismissed the phone idea, afraid it would get him in even more trouble.
“I shouldn’t have even come,” Jerome thought. Better grades would not be worth the amount of trouble he’d be in once Mr. Sweet found him here. Not to mention the predicament he found himself currently in. It was definitely not worth going through this.
Jerome pressed his legs together. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so eager to see Mr. Sweet walk through that door until now.” Jerome said to himself. He knew if it hadn’t been for his bladder distress he’d be more worried about how severely he’d be punished when someone did find him. Jerome sat on the floor fidgeting. “He better come soon. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it”
It was almost 8:00 am when Jerome heard footsteps. By now he was more than eager to get out of Mr. Sweets office. He clutched his manhood through his pocket as hard as he could, bent over due to the fact he couldn’t stand straight. Just then, the door opened. Instead of Mr. Sweet, Jerome saw none of than... Victor?? What was Victor doing here before Mr. Sweet?
“Jerome Clarke?” Victor said in a stern voice, “What, may I ask, are you doing in Eric’s LOCKED office at this hour?”
Jerome stuttered, “I… um… I… I was just…” A bladder spasm interrupted Jerome and he doubled over, clutching his crotch for dear life. “Sir, if I may first go to the loo…”
“Silence!” Victor stated. “You may leave for now, but you will be in this office after school, where you will explain to both me and Eric exactly why you were here. Is that clear?”
Jerome nodded and started towards the door. He had reached the doorway when all of a sudden he felt yet another spasm and a slight warmth from his crotch. “NO NO NO NO…” He muttered as he stopped and grabbed himself as hard as he could to stop the flow.
“Is something wrong Jerome?” Victor asked in the same cold voice as before.
Jerome could hardly move after that last spasm. He started to leak through his grip slowly. “I…” Jerome started, but before he could finish the floodgates opened and Jerome stood in the doorway soaking himself with him own urine. He felt a rush of relief as the pressure disappeared, only to realize a moment later he had peed himself. “I couldn’t hold it…” Jerome said, his face turning a shade or two of red. “To be fair I was locked in here all night…” he protested.
Victor looked at him with a stern face. “Very well! Go get yourself cleaned up then you shall be taken out of your classes to clean up this mess and meet with Eric and I to explain why you were in here ‘all night’.”
“Yes sir!” Jerome replied before starting his walk of shame back to Anubis House to get fresh clothes.
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Okay, so I'll get to working on Chapter 2 as soon as I come up with some ideas. There will be more to this story than just wetting and holding, so every chapter won't necessarily be like this one, I just wanted to start off with something in this ball park. Elements from this chapter will tie into non omo parts of the story (like why Victor's skulking around Mr. Sweet's office). So stay tuned.
Feedback would be much appreciated (also sorry if I've offended anyone british with trying to sound british in places... most of the cast is british and the show is filmed in liverpool so I wanted to give it the same touch as the show...). Please let me know where improvements could be made! Thanks! |
Daddy, I have to tell you something, my heart sank as I looked up and saw the posture of my oldest daughter. Lynn who is a very free spirit, with a very wild side was looking not at me but at the floor. It was past her curfew by about a half an hour but for her that was an accomplishment. What is the matter baby I asked almost afraid of the answer? Despite her sometimes wildness she was always very honest, matter of fact and to the point. My wife appeared in the doorway behind Lynn with one of those “she is your daughter and you have to deal with this looks”. Lynn looked up at me with those big brown eyes, Daddy we were drinking beer and well I had an accident. Oh shit, what did you do to the truck I blurted out? Lynn looked a little annoyed at my question. Your truck is fine she retorted, well except for the seat. What happened to the seat I asked obviously puzzled? “It is wet”, her eyes now showed a bit of sparkle. Why I asked, still a bit confused? “Daddy, don’t make this any worse than it already is”. “Baby, just tell me what happened”. My wife was giggling in the background obviously enjoying the conversation. Well I was coming home and a deer jumped out on the road on the big curve and well it scared me. Did you hit the deer I asked still concern over the condition of my new pickup? No she snapped, your truck is fine well except for the seat. If you did not hit the deer why is there a problem with my truck seat? Huh she snapped “Daddy I peed my pants”. Oh is that all. Daddy! I am so embarrassed and mom made me tell you. I looked up at my wife, who was enjoying the conversation immensely, my wife mouthed you need to deal with this. Damn I was in one of those spots that us dads hates to be in and my wife was going to make me be a father. In her dark jeans I had not noticed initially the situation that Lynn had found herself in but on careful examination I could that not only had she wet her pants but Lynn had soaked them. Baby we have had this talk about drinking and driving more than once as I desperately tried to find my father voice. I know Daddy, but it was not that much and I am not drunk or anything. Then young lady why are your pants wet? Because I got scared when the deer jumped out and well, ah… Daddy I am sorry but really It was not that much beer. Honey you are sixteen you should not have any beer, wine or any alcohol unless it is in a very small glass at a family dinner. K, I am sorry Daddy as a tear fell down her face. I got up from my chair and gave her a big hug, I know honey we all make mistakes. Over Lynn’s shoulder I saw the scowl on my wife’s face. My wife “mouthed paddle her you cannot let her get away with this again. My heart was now at the basement level but my wife was right. Tonight it was the truck seat, and Lynn’s Wranglers god only knows it could have been a lot worse. Lynn you know what I have to do don’t you? Really Daddy, I am sixteen is there she stopped in mid-sentence, I understand Daddy. My wife was looking a little sad and I could see that she was feeling bad for Lynn then again if I did not follow through I knew that I would be under the dog house. Without further prompting Lynn opened the door to my office closet and took down the paddle that hung there. It was not used very often but all of our kids, nieces, nephews, and acquired kids knew it was there and what it was for. I huge lump came up in my throat as Lynn handed it to me. Baby go potty first my wife gently instructed Lynn. Put your wet close in the hamper and I will wash them tonight for you. There was a bathroom right off of my office and Lynn stepped into the bathroom. She half closed the door behind her. Mom a small voice came out of the bathroom can I leave my panties on until after daddy paddles me a bit of a pause then can I have clean panties. I heard Lynn start to pee, my daughters were never real modest about peeing in front of me then again neither is their mother. My wife thought about it for a second then stepped into the bathroom with Lynn. I could not hear what was being said but the conversation was not confrontational. My wife came out of the bathroom carrying Lynn’s clothes, the white panties with the light yellow stain were on top and as she went by I could smell the urine aroma. Lynn came out of the bathroom red faced and embarrassed she had a towel wrapped around her waist. She started to cry when she asked Daddy how many swats. It broke my heart, but I mustered up the courage and replied softly “honey tonight we were all lucky, drinking and driving can get you killed” I paused Honey as much as I hate doing this I have to make a point. We have talked about this more than once now I need to make a point. So how many Daddy? Six honey and I need to make them hard. I know, tears were now running down the side of her pretty little face. I reached out and pulled Lynn in tight and gave her a huge hug, I felt a tear slide down my face. My wife was now back and she softly said let’s get this over with; she gentle took the towel off of Lynn exposing her ivory bottom. I sat down in my chair and Lynn laid herself over my knee with her hands on the floor. I took a deep breath and rained six hard swats rapidly down on my daughters quivering bottom. Lynn sobbed loudly and tears streamed down my face in silence. It took Lynn a few seconds to realize that it was over. Once she did she wrapped her arms around my neck and held on like she was once again a little girl that I had rescued from a bad dream. I am sorry Daddy; I promise it will not happen again. I know baby I replied somehow my wife had also squeezed on to my lap for an extended group hug. At some point we regrouped my wife slipped into the kitchen and made hot coco. We joked as a family about Lynn’s wet pants and my truck seat. Before going off to bed Lynn turned and look at my wife and me and thanked us for always being there for her. Tears ran down my face one more time. After Lynn had headed to bed I noticed that my wife was not wearing her normal flannel pajamas under her house coat but instead a little nighty top and pink sexy panties. She smiled upon seeing my revelation. She poured us each a glass of wine and we cuddled up beside each on the love seat. Her big brown eyes dancing as she fidgeted. Young lady do you have to pee I asked in my father tone. "A little she quipped", don’t you pee your panties young lady. Oh what would happen if I did she asked slyly? I will give you a hard spanking your wet bottom young lady. We stated to make out, and made our way into the relative privacy of my office. My shirt and her nighty top did were both on the floor. Oops she giggled and jumped up off of the big chair we were sitting on. She bent over in front of me and looked over her shoulder to watch my reaction as her pink panties became soaked. Streams of hot pee flowed down her legs and on to a towel that earlier had covered my daughter. The aroma, combined with the pheromones was intoxicating, the view of her now semitransparent panties breathe taking. I was still taking it all in well after she a completely emptied her bladder. My wife brought me back to reality by whispering into my ear, I am a very naughty girl shall I get the paddle. Yes I commanded, she retrieved the paddle and I marched her quickly into our bedroom. My office is next to the bedroom and can be accesses directly without have to expose our selves to any of the children that might have been up for what ever reason. Bed over and grab your ankles young lady. She gave me that naughty little girl look before compliing. How many swats do I get she mused. Ten young lady and hard ones, she shot me one of the those looks that said don’t make them too hard. The paddle cracked her wet panties and little sprays of hot urine flew with each stroke. My wife yelped with each swat but stayed into position. After the tenth swat she quickly popped up and rubbed her bottom regrouped her composer and undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants and gentle worked them down to my ankles. I stepped out of my pants. Of course a certain body part was at full attention. I slid her wet panties over her very cute little ass taking in the wonderful aroma of her wetness. She took that certain body part of mine in her hands and gentle stroked it. Spare the rod and neglect the women. I reached over and turned out the lights as we fell onto the bed. She was not neglected.
It was a wonderful night, and we awoke to Lynn arguing with at her younger brother Jake to help out and her little sisters to go potty and wash up for breakfast. Why is it that we have kids again I asked my smiling wife. Her smile turned devious well honey after last night we might not be done yet. Really, honey I managed to blurt out. We will have to wait and see she whispered. Lynn knocked lightly on the door and popped her head in. Are you two love birds going to get up it is almost Eight, I have breakfast ready? Thanks honey I replied. Lynn's eyes got big as she saw my wife's wet panties and the paddle. You know dad that is exactly how you and mom ended up with Megan and Melisa (they are our five year old twins). "Oh honey" my quick witted wife popped back "that is also how we ended up with you too". I wet my pants on the way home from our graduation party and your dad spanked me and well um ya. "I bet he doesn't cry when he spanks you" Lynn giggled. We all turned red and had a good laugh. That was eight weeks ago and we are starting to buy diapers when ever they are on sale. As we were checking out of the store with a cart full of diapers I looked at Lynn and said "you know young lady this is all your fault". She laughed and gave me a huge hug.
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“Daddy, I have to tell you something”, my heart sank as I looked up and saw the posture of my oldest daughter. Lynn who is a very free spirit, with a very wild side was looking not at me but at the floor. It was past her curfew by about a half an hour but for Lynn that was an accomplishment. Besides my wife Ann had dealt with Lynn’s tardiness as soon as Lynn and her friend Katelyn had come into the house. “What is the matter baby”, I asked almost afraid of the answer?
Despite her sometimes wildness she was always very honest, matter of fact and to the point. Ann appeared in the doorway behind Lynn with one of those she is your daughter and you have to deal with this looks. Lynn looked up at me with those big brown eyes, “Daddy we were drinking beer and well I had an accident”. “Oh shit, what did you do to the truck” I blurted out? Lynn looked a little annoyed at my question. “Your truck is fine” she retorted, “well except for the seat”. “What happened to the seat” I asked obviously puzzled? “It is wet”, her eyes now showed a bit of sparkle. “Why” I asked, still a bit confused? “Daddy, don’t make this any worse than it already is”. “Baby, just tell me what happened”. My wife was giggling in the background obviously enjoying the conversation. “Well I was coming home and a deer jumped out on the road on the big curve and well it scared me”. ”Did you hit the deer” I asked still concern over the condition of my new pickup? “No” she snapped, “your truck is fine well except for the seat”. “If you did not hit the deer why is there a problem with my truck seat” I asked still a bit confused? “Huh” she snapped “Daddy I peed my pants”. “Oh is that all” I responded very relieved. “DADDY”! “I am so embarrassed and mom made me tell you” Lynn was now whining and that rarely happens. I looked up at Ann, who was enjoying the conversation immensely; my wife mouthed “you need to deal with this”.
Damn I was in one of those spots that us dads hates to be in and my wife was going to make me be a father. In her dark jeans I had not noticed initially the situation that Lynn had found herself in but on careful examination I saw two horizontal wet screaks across the back of her pants. “Were you not wearing light blue pants when you left home young lady” I asked? “I had to try” Lynn responded shrugging her shoulders. “Baby we have had this talk about you drinking and driving more than once” as I desperately tried to find my father voice. “I know Daddy, but it was not that much and I am not drunk or anything”. It was obvious that she had not had much to drink and I doubted that her driving had been impaired but I certainly was not about to let her know that. “Then young lady why are your pants wet” I scolded in a very quiet voice? It is the quit voice that gets them every time. “Because I got scared when the deer jumped out and well, ah”… her voice faded away into thought. “Daddy I am sorry but really it was only a couple of beers and I switched to Dew over two hours ago” obviously pleading for her bottom. “Honey you are sixteen you should not have any beer, wine or any alcohol unless it is in a very small glass at a family dinner” I retorted. I have to admit during the summer when I was her age her infraction would have not been that big of a deal but today society has taken an extremely dim few of teenage drinking; cracking down on her was for her own good. “K, I am sorry Daddy” as a tear fell down her face. She glanced at the closet door with a look of surrender. I got up from my chair and gave her a big hug, I know honey we all make mistakes. “Oh honey you did pee your pants didn’t you” I teased as I passed my hand over her soaked bottom. “How much beer did you drink this afternoon young lady” I questioned. “Two beers and well Katelyn and I shared a wine cooler” “oh daddy it was not the drinking that made me pee my pants” her voice matter of fact. “By the way where is Katelyn” I asked? “Katelyn went to bed as soon as mom was done with us” replied Lynn obviously trying to seize on an opportunity to stall. “She said to tell you she loves you and the two of you can have a Daddy Daughter talk in the morning” Lynn was gearing up for a filibuster. Over Lynn’s shoulder I saw the scowl on Ann’s face. Ann mouthed “paddle her don’t let her get away with this again”. My heart was now at the basement level but my wife was right. Tonight it was the truck seat, and two pairs Lynn’s Wranglers god only knows it could have been a lot worse and it was not a habit we were about to let her get into. “Lynn you know what I have to do don’t you” my voice was soft but very firm? “Really Daddy, I am sixteen is there she stopped in mid-sentence, I understand Daddy” at this point she knew full well that her fate was sealed. My wife was looking a little sad and I could see that she was feeling bad for Lynn then again if I did not follow through I knew that I would be under the dog house. Without further prompting Lynn opened the door to my office closet and took down the paddle that hung there. It was not used very often but all of our kids, nieces, nephews, and acquired kids (insert Katelyn here) know it is there and what the paddle is used for.
Ann keeps her own small paddle called, Mom’s Helping Hand, in the kitchen and it is used for breaking of house rules. It is shaped like a person’s hand and constructed out of clear latex with little red hearts painted on contact area. Pretty simple, break a rule and the offender bends over and grabs their ankles for two light swats and life goes on. It stings a little on the pants stings a lot more on the bare and I know because when the kids are somewhere else I am subject to it when my wife thinks that I am not behaving to her standards.
The paddle in the office is for more serious offenses. It is referred to as The Paddle and is constructed out of laminated hardwood and adorned with 1/4” holes. The Paddle makes your butt sting just looking at it hanging in the closet, which is the entire point. Because it is so scary our kids avoid doing things that could end up with a date with The Paddle like the plague.
It was those two swats that Lynn and coconspirator Katelyn had reserved from Mom’s helping hand that had exposed Lynn’s little secret. Lynn had tried to cover up (literally) her accident by taking off her wet pants before she came in the house and putting on another pair. She did not have the opportunity to change her panties. Figuring that going commando would lead to way to many questions if discovered Lynn took the chance. It might have worked but even though Ann’s swats were only token swats at best it was enough to push the jeans and the panties together long enough for the jeans to absorb some of the wetness from the wet panties. Things went downhill for Lynn from there.
A huge lump came up in my throat as Lynn handed the paddle to me. “Baby go potty first” my wife gently instructed Lynn; “Put your wet close in the hamper and I will wash them tonight for you” Ann was being very kind and felt all most as bad as I did about what had to happen. There was a bathroom right off of my office and Lynn stepped into the bathroom. She half closed the door behind her. “Mom” a small voice came out of the bathroom “can I leave my panties on until after daddy paddles me”? A bit of a pause then came “can I have clean panties I don’t want to be spanked on wet panties”. I heard Lynn start to pee, my daughters were never real modest about peeing in front of me then again neither is their mother. Ann thought about it for a second then stepped into the bathroom with Lynn. I could not hear what was being said but the conversation was not confrontational but my wife’s voice was firm. Ann came out of the bathroom carrying Lynn’s clothes, the white panties with the light yellow stain were on top and as she went by I could smell the aroma wet panties. “Honey come on I don’t want to have to go through this again so it is going to be on your bare bottom” my wife was almost coxing. Lynn came out of the bathroom red faced and embarrassed she had a towel wrapped around her waist. She started to cry when she asked “Daddy how many swats”. It broke my heart, but I mustered up the courage and replied softly “honey tonight we were all lucky, drinking and driving can get you killed” I paused “Honey as much as I hate doing this I have to make a point”. “So how many Daddy” her little voice to the point? “Six honeys and I need to make them hard”; of course I had to say it but the reality was that I would be lucky if they even turned her cute little bottom red but pain is only a small part of an effective paddling. “I know”, tears were now running down the side of her pretty little face. I reached out and pulled Lynn in tight and gave her a huge hug, I felt a tear slide down my face. My wife was now back from putting Lynn’s clothes in the laundry and she softly said “let’s get this over with” she gentle took the towel off of Lynn exposing her ivory bottom shaking slightly.
I sat down in my chair, without being told Lynn laid herself over my knee with her hands on the floor she adjusted herself, she was crying softly but managed to tell me that she was ready. I took a deep breath and rained six good swats rapidly down on my daughters quivering bottom. Lynn sobbed loudly and tears streamed down my face in silence. It took Lynn a few seconds to realize that it was over. Upon the realization Lynn wrapped her arms around my neck and held on like she was once again a little girl that I had rescued from a bad dream. “I am sorry Daddy; I promise it will not happen again”. “I know baby I replied” somehow Ann had also squeezed on to my lap for an extended group hug.
At some point we regrouped Ann slipped into the kitchen and made hot coco. Lynn ducked into the bathroom to put on her fresh pajamas that Ann had waiting for her. As she headed into the bathroom with her now neon pink bottom in full view I could not help but notice that Lynn definitely had her mother’s backside; a beautiful thing to behold. We joked as a family about Lynn’s wet pants my truck seat and that Lynn has a history of peeing her pants and getting caught doing something that she should not have been doing in the first place.
Before going off to bed Lynn turned and look at my wife and me and thanked us for always being there for her. Tears ran down my face one more time. After Lynn had headed to bed I noticed that my wife was not wearing her normal flannel pajamas under her house coat but instead a little nighty top and pink sexy panties. Ann smiled upon seeing my revelation. She poured us each a glass of wine and we cuddled up beside each on the love seat that adored the corner of my office. Her big brown eyes dancing as she fidgeted. “Young lady do you have to pee” I asked in my father tone. "A little she quipped", “don’t you pee your panties young lady I threatened”. “Oh what would happen if I do” she asked slyly? “I will give you a hard spanking on your wet bottom young lady” in my father voice. My shirt and her nighty top quickly ended up on the floor.
“Oops” Ann giggled and jumped up off of the big chair we were sitting on. She bent over in front of me and looked over her shoulder to watch my reaction as she soaked her pink panties. Streams of hot pee flowed down her legs and on to a towel that earlier had covered my daughter. The aroma, combined with the pheromones was intoxicating, the view of her now semitransparent panties breathe taking. I was still taking it all in well after she a completely emptied her bladder. Ann brought me back to reality by whispering into my ear, “I am a very naughty girl shall I get Mom’s Helping Hand”. “Yes” I commanded, Ann retrieved her helping hand from the kitchen and I marched her quickly into our bedroom hoping to not to expose ourselves to any of the children that might have been up for whatever reason. “Bed over and grab your ankles young lady”. She gave me that naughty little girl look before complying. “How many swats do I get” she mused. “Ten young lady and hard ones”, she shot me one of those looks that said don’t make them too hard. The paddle cracked her wet panties and little sprays of hot urine flew with each stroke. My wife yelped with each swat but stayed into position. After the tenth swat she quickly popped up and rubbed her bottom regrouped her composer and undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants and gentle worked them down to my ankles. I stepped out of my pants. Of course a certain body part was at full attention. I slid her wet panties over her very cute little ass taking in the wonderful aroma of her wetness. She took that certain body part of mine in her hands and gentle stroked it. “Spare the rod and neglect your wife” she cooed. I reached over and turned out the lights as we fell onto the bed. She was not neglected.
It was a wonderful night, and we awoke to Lynn instructing her little sisters to go potty, put their wet jammies in the laundry and wash up for breakfast. Jake my fourteen year old son was teasing Katelyn mercilessly to which Lynn was yelling at Jake to leave Katelyn alone and attend to his own chores. “Why is it that we have so many kids again” I asked my smiling wife. Her smile turned devious “well honey after last night we might not be done yet”. “Really, honey” I managed to blurt out I was trying to act like it would be a bad thing but I was not fooling Ann for a second. “We will have to wait and see” she whispered. Lynn knocked lightly on the door and popped her head in. “Are you two love birds going to get up it is almost Eight, I have breakfast ready”? “Thanks honey” I replied. Lynn's eyes got big as she saw Ann's wet panties and Moms Helping Hand. “You know dad that is exactly how you and mom ended up with Megan and Melisa” Lynn stated half laughing and half scolding (they are the five year old twins that Lynn had been trying to wrangle minutes earlier). "Oh honey" my quick witted wife popped back "that is also how we ended up with you too". I wet my pants on the way home from our graduation party and your dad spanked me and well um ya". “I bet dad doesn't cry when he spanks you" Lynn giggled. We all turned red and had a good laugh. That was eight weeks ago and we are starting to buy diapers whenever we go on a large scale shopping trip. As we were checking out of the store with cart full baby stuff I looked at Lynn and scowled “you know child this is your entire fault”. Lynn smiled from ear to ear and gave me a giant hug.
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Before reading: This is a Tyzula fanfiction of avatar the last airbender. It takes place on ember island, in the house the group was staying at, shortly after the episode "The beach". I got the idea for an Avatar fanfiction from foxlover after reading their story "Horny and desperate:An Avatar: The last airbender fanfic" and I would just like to give a shout out to them. without further adoo, my story:
It was a hot, beautiful day on Ember Island. The sun was blazing, not a cloud in the sky and an abundance of vacationers enjoying a day at the beach. Mai and Zuko had gone to the beach for a date and Lo and Li were catching a play by the ember island players. That left just Azula and Ty Lee, alone and bored. Ty Lee was wearing her white bikini that caressed her tantalizing breasts. Azula looked equally stunning in her red bikini and beautiful black hair let down.
Ty Lee was lying on a couch; head sloped over an armrest bored out of her mind. Azula was with her, she however was keeping busy practicing master level firebending forms. Due to the extreme heat of the day both girls were making sure to stay very hydrated. “Ugh, I can’t take it anymore Azula. I’m sooo bored, and it’s sooo hot. Why don’t we go out and do something?”
“How dare you disrupt my training!? You simpleton! Can’t you find something to amuse your mentally deficient brain with?” Azula snarled angrily. Embarrassed and feeling like a young child scolded by their mother in front of their friends, Ty Lee managed an apology. “I’m sorry Azula. I was just hoping to get to spend some time with you on this vacation... I enjoy spending time with you.” “Well the feeling isn’t mutual! Why don’t you go amuse yourself by banging two pots together or whatever you like to do, circus freak!” Ty Lee left the room, tears falling from her eyes.
Ty Lee went up to the guest room she was sleeping in and plopped herself on her bed, sulking in tears. Her best friend since childhood, practically her sister just announced their dislike for her presence. Azula was usually quite cruel as far as friends go but she never said anything like this before. This was scarring news for Ty lee, who had a deep admiration for Azula. Actually, it was a lot more than admiration. Though Ty Lee would never admit it to anyone, much less Azula, she had a major crush on the cruel but alluring princess. As Ty Lee lay sulking she fantasized about Azula as she often did. She dreamed of her beautiful face, her irresistible ass, she fantasized about kissing Azula, and Azula kissing her back. They would then undress each other and begin gently massaging each other’s ample breasts before again sharing a passionate kiss as they caressed each other.
Ty Lee’s fantasy made her feel a lot better about the earlier incident and in fact was making her quite horny. Her erotic fantasies however, came to a halt when she realised she needed to pee, bad. Ty Lee looked at her sun dial and realised she’d been fantasising for hours, and all the water she’d been drinking had finally caught up with her. Naturally Ty Lee got up and headed for the bathroom.
Ty Lee got about half way to the toilet when she saw Azula. “Oh, um hey Azula...” Ty Lee was expecting to be mocked or perhaps scolded but she was not prepared for what she was about to hear. “Um Ty Lee... About earlier, I’d just like ... to apologise...” Ty Lee was stunned and couldn’t believe her ears. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” “I was a huge jerk, I’m sorry for what I said. The truth is I was just angry With Lo and Li, they said I need to improve on some of my forms... How can they expect improvement among perfection?!” Ty Lee was amazed at what she had heard. Usually on her nicest days, Azula could barely manage to be somewhat human-like, apologising was unheard of. Ty Lee would normally be ecstatic to have Azula show her kindness, but her urgent need to pee forced her to be a little aloof.
“Thanks Azula, but if you’ll excuse me I gotta go... Literally.” Ty Lee couldn’t help but have her knees buckle and slightly shift weight from foot to foot due to her desperation. “ Hmm I can tell by the bulge in your bladder that you’re quite desperate. Well so am I.” Ty Lee could tell she needed to pee by a quick glance at her bladder. Both girls had drank much water due to the heat but neither one had yet gone to the washroom “How about we make things interesting...”
“W-What do you mean Azula?” Ty Lee asked nervously. “Well you said you wanted to spend time with me so here’s my deal: We’re both dying for a pee. If you can hold it in longer than I can I’ll spend a whole day with you doing whatever you want” Ty Lee could not believe her luck. Desperation was her biggest turn-on, well biggest accept for Azula’s shapely body. The combination of both was something Ty Lee could only attain in her wildest fantasies. “Sounds great!” Ty Lee exclaimed trying not to sound too enthused with the idea. Azula, in reality just wanted to see Ty Lee humiliate herself. Azula for some cruel reason always enjoyed seeing her friends in humiliating situations, but none more than Ty Lee. She knew Ty Lee’s squirrel sized bladder couldn’t outlast her bladder of steel. In addition, albeit having a rather swollen bladder, Azula’s desperation wasn’t too severe compared to her friend’s extreme desperation. Ty Lee wouldn’t stand a chance.
Both girls went into the living room, the most spacious of the rooms and began their contest. Still in their bikinis the bursting beauties began quite calmly. They sat on the couch reading firebending scrolls to pass the time, with little indication of desperation, absolutely none from Azula and the occasional leg twitch or crotch grab from Ty Lee. Ty Lee couldn’t believe her luck. A holding contest with Azula was her biggest fantasy. She pretended to be reading the scroll but in actuality she was passing the time taking glances at Azula, waiting to see her show signs of desperation and thinking of all that pee in her bladder Azula must be dying to release. Azula too was ignoring her scroll and couldn’t help throwing a few gazes at Ty Lee. She enjoyed seeing her friend squirm in her tight little bikini. This however was a different feeling to Azula than the usual one of joy from another’s misery, she was not just getting pleasure from Ty Lee’s pain but she was getting aroused. Azula never really thought of her friend sexually before but now she couldn’t help but notice Ty Lee’s large breast and perfect curve,s her adorable face and ample ass. The desperation, originally intended just to bring Ty Lee pain was now arousing Azula. Azula’s eyes were glued to the bursting acrobat as she jiggled her leg or as her breasts squeezed together while she put her hands in between her legs.
As time progressed the desperation grew. Even Azula’s steel bladder was reaching its limits now. Both girls had abandoned their scrolls completely to focus on containing the yellow rivers within them. By now even Azula was putting her hands in between her legs and bouncing up and down. “Ugh, her bladder’s stronger than I thought!” Azula thought to herself. “I must find some way to make her piss herself.” Azula got up and got 2 cups from the kitchen. She poured the water from one cup into the other repeatedly to mimic the sound of urine. “Pssss! Hey, Ty Lee, doesn’t this remind you of waterfalls, and rain and waterbenders... Makes ya’ kind of wish you could unleash your own torrent of liquid doesn’t it? Well you can, you have an ocean within you just dying to get out. Wooooosh! Wooooosh!” “Stop it Azula. That trick won’t work on me!” Though sounding confident Ty Lee knew this was not true, Azula’s trick was getting to her. Her legs squeezed together, her breasts nearly pouring out her bikini as her hands pressed tightly against her bladder. She closed her eyes as beads of sweat began to form. The poor girl was dying for the toilet.
A little while more had passed and now both girls were approaching their limits. Ty Lee was managing to hold on quite nicely while Azula’s need to pee was rapidly increasing. Both girls were now standing, jumping up and down, hunching over and doing anything and everything to hold it in. Azula was bending over and Ty Lee could see her breasts convulsing slightly as Azula desperately fought her bladder. Suddenly something came over her. Ty Lee reached out and grabbed Azula’s boob. She quickly pulled her hand back expecting to get scolded but instead Azula returned the favor. Both girls then kissed passionately, their rock hard bladders rubbing against each other as their hands groped each other’s ample breasts. Both girls felt a mixture of pleasure and pain from their screaming bladders. “Ugh!!! I-I can’t hold on anymore!” Azula was done. A massive stream flew through her pussy as she let a massive si of relief. “Well, it looks like I won Azula... I’ll just go to the washroom now and then plan out our super fun day tomorrow.” “Oh no, your not getting off that easily.” Ty Lee suddenly became nervous as a devious smile formed on the wet princesse face. Out of nowhere she began tickling Ty Lee. “No! Ha ha! Pl-Please sto-ahaha!” Azula was torturing the sexy Ty Lee in her most desperate stage. Ty Lee of course could not hold it against the masterful fingers of her torturer. Ty Lee showed a big expression of relief on her face as she let her urine out.
When both girls emptied their bladders they began kissing again. Touching each other’s breast, rubbing each other’s asses. This was a very arousing first day for Tyzula, the first of many to come for the beauties of the fire nation. |
Trick or Treat: An Omo Story: Chapter 1
T'was the 31st of October and all through the house, not a creature was stirring....Okay. That last bit was a complete lie. The house wasn't even a house it was an apartment. I was stood at the mirror preparing my Halloween costume. It was kind of a last second thing. I was going as a nurse...well a “Sexy nurse” according to the package. Whatever. I wanted to go as something gory like a zombie but my room mate is a little shit and threw my stuff away so I was forced to get this piece of crap. She, on the other hand, was wearing an elaborate zombie costume cough cough stole my idea.
“Okay. I'm ready” She yelled out the door. I was sat on the couch with a bottle of water. Not my usual choice of beverage but it'll do. I'll be drinking a lot of alcohol later on. I stand up and walk to the door as she comes out of her room. “You look good she says.”
“Thanks. I'm sure you'll be getting laid looking like that” I reply. I like Laurie but she can be such an idiot. We start walking towards the party, taking place at some frat house on campus. Right now, Laurie has an eye hanging out and has blood dripping out her mouth. It looks horrible and is badly done. Should of called over that one guy from the media department and have him do it. He was apparently going around doing peoples costumes for them. I regret not asking him.
“Do we have to go through the woods?” Laurie whines. I can tell she's scared.
“It's the only way to get to the party. God knows why they decided to have a stupid ass party at this house.” I say “it's cold, wet and-” I suddenly hears bushes shaking behind us and I take a look behind. In the centre of the road is a huge guy, and I mean huge. About 7 foot. He had to be wearing stilts or something. He was wearing a large black cloak, torn at edges and flowing in the cold wind. He looked to be extremely thing, almost skin and bones. I could feel him staring at us, his eyes boring into us. All my hairs stood on end and I practically dragged Laurie to the party. I don't know what that guys game was but he scared me so badly.
We arrived at the party and I could already see people passed out on the couch and so on. Judging by the banging upstairs, some lucky guys or girls were getting laid. Good for them. Me and Laurie made out way over to the keg.
“What's this?” A deep male voice from behind us sounds out. “A...poorly done zombie and a slutty nurse, how original.”
I turn around and see Tyler, the local douche bag.
“Look what the transvestite dragged in” He was dressed as Freddy Krueger and I gotta say, he looked fantastic. It looked just like the movies, he must of gotten the media guy to do his costume. “I'm surprised they let you in”
“I am too. After what I fuckin' pulled last time I thought so too. Hah.” He grins and downs his drink. “You ladies want one?”
“Yes! Defiantly” Laurie says. Eager to start drinking. I, on the other hand, don't trust Tyler. Something is off about him. I take the drink anyway, swear at him a little then leave Laurie to have fun with the prick. I quickly down my drink and grab another. I should of got a better costume, this one sucks. I can feel every guy sitting down, trying and succeeding to look up my short skirt and see my pink underwear. It annoys me a little until I'm suddenly hit with a massive urge to pee.
“That...came out of no where” I say to no one in particular. I suddenly sit down and have to jam my hands to my crotch. “Jesus fucking Christ” I can feel the urine pushing against the front of my bladder, just dying to get out. Tyler suddenly moves next to me.
“See, this is why you should be fucking nicer to people. Then they won't through diuretics in your drink.” He says, smiling smugly. “In case you don't know they make you need to go pee really badly, it's quite a cunt to deal with.”
I want to slap him so badly, but if my hands leave my crotch, I'm gonna piss myself.
“Anyway! I have to go see my other little pet project, have fun embarrassing yourself, ya mean bitch.” He stands and walks away, following some girl dressed as Red Riding Hood out the door and outside. He smiles, flips me off and steps backwards out the door, slamming it behind him. I'm left on the couch, with my fingers stuffed up against my vagina lips.
“You okay?” Laurie walks over to me, holding a large bottle of vodka.
“That blonde prick put something in my drink” I quickly said, I could feel my panties getting wet, I was dripping, my underwear getting saturated. “You gotta help me get to the toilet.”
“I would, but...I think...Ima go back home...I'm kind of” She stops for a second and laughs before walking away. Fucking light weight. She steps out the door, tripping before quickly steadying herself. Kinda wish she'd tripped. I'm gonna have to risk it. I stand and begin walking towards the stairs. The pressure on my bladder forces me to keep my hands pressed against my crotch. I'm bent over and pushing down as a small trickle makes it's way down my left leg. Suddenly a guy runs up and squeezes my breasts.
“Surprise grope! WoopwoopwoopwoopwoopWOOOOOOOP” he yells and runs off upstairs. The surprise causes me to lose it for a full 10 seconds, urine dripping down onto the floor and pooling around my legs. I make it to the bottom of the stairs before I have to make the difficult move of raising a leg up. As I do my shoe drops off and I feel a huge stream start going down my leg. Oh my god. I'm actually losing it. I put my foot down on the stair and it burns so badly. I fall backwards and land. Some ass hole (Probably Tyler) left a partly smoked cigarette on the stairs. This is too much and I feel the urine pool around my ass and streak off towards the stairs. Everyone is staring at me. I feel hot tears stream down my face as I run upstairs. I have never been so embarrassed. I'm gonna get Tyler for this and Laurie too. I'm gonna kill her for this.
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I kinda feel bad when I walk out and leave Tara stuck on the couch. Maybe if I catch up to Tyler, I can try get him to get him to help out. Maybe there's a way to reverse the effects or just help get her to the bathroom. I walk out to the woods and begin to look around for the blonde bastard. Probably out smoking somewhere. I begin to walk down the path to our house, the only path I know well enough.
I suddenly hear a jarring sound in the bushes and I look to them. They move a little more and I move towards them. I look behind them when he suddenly grabs me by the back of the neck, forcing me into a tree. I feel his hands, if that's what they are. They're so cold and as thin as bone. He slams me against the tree, sending me into a dizzy spell. He flips me around and I see his face...Oh my god...this thing isn't human...what is he? I feel my legs get warm as urine pours out of my purple underwear and falls into the snow below. In his other arm I see a huge black pole with a single curved blade on the top...it's a scythe. When I see this, I feel the back of my pants begin to expand and I let lose a warm piece of shit. If I didn't know I was about to die, I'd be embarrassed. I just pissed and shit myself like a little girl. The urine feels warm and is almost nice compared to the cold air. The last thing I see is him swinging his scythe back and-
To be continued
I felt the need to do something on this site for Halloween.
Fun fact: Two differnt versions of myself are mentioned in this. Obviously Tyler is partly based on me but who is the other?
Please comment, it makes me want to write another part quicker. |
Hey everybody,
I’m back with another story, well more like a few “excerpts” or small parts.First off, this is NOT my own story. I found it off a website called BDSM Library. The author of this story is Gary Mendor so the credit goes to him.Second, I found this story a few years back so I thought it was about time that I share it with you guys.So here's the synopsis of this story according to BDSM Library.Synopsis: Tales of a boarding school designed to break young women and turn them into twisted perverts. The signature technique used by the school to warp its victims is to force them to break their toilet-training - thus the school's nickname, from the Japanese word for 'bathroom accident'.
Now for some disclaimers:
1. The story has three chapters. Though, I'm only going to post the wetting scenes from two chapters. The rest of this story involves crapping and sex as well (Really gross stuff and big fat turnoffs IMO) so I will not be posting those. Just be warned that the chapters are abruptly cut off at the end because they lead into the nasty parts.
2. One of the girls who wets herself in this story in the eighth grade so if you that doesn’t sit well with you, don’t read this story.
In any case, enjoy the wetting parts of this story!
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Chapter 1: The First Day
"Kimiko! Sit still!" barked Mr. Johnson, glaring at the new student from over the tops of his spectacles. Kimiko wilted under the attention, and tried to stop rubbing her legs together, whimpering softly.
It's not fair , thought Kimiko, her face pale as she clutched at the edge of her skirt. He already said no to a hall pass, and now he's yelling at me for trying to hold it? She glanced at the clock, and groaned inwardly. Forty- five minutes to go...
It was two weeks since Kimiko Saeki's mother had decided to send her away to the Alderson Institute, a secluded but well-regarded boarding school - at least, according to the literature they'd received in the mail. The elder Saeki hadn't investigated much further - after all, the reason she was sending her daughter to boarding school in the first place was that she hadn't the time to take proper care of Kimiko. Perhaps a closer look would've warned Kimiko's mother that something was amiss about the Institute. And then again, perhaps not - the Institute was well-practiced at hiding its true nature from casual observation.
Certainly neither Kimiko nor her mother had noticed anything unusual when the girl was moving in; the facilities and rooms were quiet, and the staff polite and friendly. As an incoming eighth-grader, Kimiko had been assigned a senior as a roommate; Bridget was a leggy blonde with a cheerful disposition and a twinkle in her eye.
Kimiko Saeki herself was quite pretty - or at least, that's what her mother had always told her. And, well, it was true. She was a petite young half-Japanese girl, just beginning to bloom into womanhood - she'd gotten her first bra over the summer, and was very proud of the fact that she'd finally started to develop. She kept her straight black hair cropped in a short pageboy cut, with a blue ribbon tied in it.
One of the first things Kimiko had noticed was that there wasn't much time between classes; three minutes was barely enough time to get from one class to the next. She hadn't even really noticed this until just before third period, when she realized her bladder was starting to get a little full, and the line to the restroom looked a little long.
Just before fourth period, she'd waited a full minute in the line before she had to rush to class with an achingly full bladder - and Mr. Johnson had refused to give her a hall pass, saying that "You should've taken care of yourself between classes. You're expected to be a grown-up in this school."
So now Kimiko was stuck - sitting in an interminable lecture, her need to pee inexorably growing every moment. She'd tried to catch Mr. Johnson's eye, to ask again, but his expression was formidable and unsympathetic. She squirmed in her seat again, trying to control her bladder, only to freeze again at another glare from the teacher.
Thirty minutes to go now, and Kimiko simply couldn't sit still any longer - she was constantly shifting her slender hips on the hard wood of the chair, her thighs crossing one over the other, her hand pressing into her crotch to hold her aching bladder. Mr. Johnson, seeing this, snapped, "Stop that this instant, young lady! Either sit still, or you can stand in the corner in front of the class!"
"Y-yes, Mr. Johnson," squeaked Kimiko, as she tried to straighten up in her seat... and then her face went pale with shock. She slammed her knees tight together, but it was no use - she could feel the hot wetness soaking into the crotch of her panties and spreading down her bottom.
Seconds later, the entire class was mumbling to one another and staring at Kimiko - or more accurately, at the fragrant yellow cascade pouring from the back of her chair and spreading in a puddle beneath her desk. Her eyes tight shut and her face blushing to the roots of her short black hair, Kimiko was helpless to do anything but sit there and wet herself in front of everyone.
Mr. Johnson watched impassively, waiting until the flood had slowed to a slow trickle, and then a drip. "Are you quite finished, Kimiko?" he asked, his tone cold and sarcastic. Starting slightly in her chair, Kimiko swallowed, and then nodded mutely, tears of shame beginning to form in her eyes.
"Good," said the teacher. "Now come up to the front of the classroom and stand in the corner. I will not tolerate a student who has no self-control!"
"But sir," protested the shame-faced Kimiko, "I couldn't help-"
"Silence!" roared Mr. Johnson. "I will not tolerate excuses either! Now on your feet, little girl!"
Stifling a response, Kimiko nodded, sniffling softly. She got up, and walked past the snickering and muttering students on either side of her, feeling the tears begin to start - and also feeling the way that the back of her school skirt, which she'd been sitting on, was now clinging wetly to the backs of her thighs, and the way her sodden underwear was quickly growing cold and clammy.
By the time she reached the corner, she was sobbing in shame and humiliation, and was more than happy to face the corner so that she didn't have to look at the faces of her fellow students - even if that meant that the piss-soaked patch on the back of her skirt was plainly displayed for all to see, as well as the tiny rivulets of urine that were running down the backs of her thighs from her saturated panties and being absorbed by her socks.
The next half hour seemed to take an eternity, as Kimiko stood there in her peed panties - but finally the bell rang and the students began to file out, a janitor pushing past them and heading toward the puddle under Kimiko's desk. Kimiko turned to Mr. Johnson, and asked timidly, "Sir, can I please have a late pass to my next class?"
"Certainly not! What makes you think you need one?"
"I, uh, I need to change my panties... and my skirt-"
"Nonsense! If you pee in your panties like a little girl, it's your own fault. Which reminds me..." He scribbled on a notepad and handed it to her. "I'll expect to see you after school for an hour detention for disrupting my class."
"B-but sir!" Kimiko wailed, shifting her weight uncomfortably. "I'll have to go the whole day with-"
"Are you going to stand here and argue with me, young lady, or are you going to get to your next class?"
Kimiko's lower lip trembled, but she mutely accepted the detention slip and filed out of the classroom, whimpering as her soggy panties shifted and clung to her rump. The syllabus had been very clear that tardiness was unacceptable, and she'd already gotten one detention on her very first day - she was in dread of what might happen to her if she committed another offense.
Catcalls followed Kimiko down the hall as she rushed to fifth period, and several students pointed at the wet patch on her skirt. Covering her face, she cried as she ran - in the shame and disgust over the urine-drenched panties clinging to her crotch, she completely failed to notice that a few other students were doing the same thing...
Kimiko tried to sneak into Mr. Jarvis' math class without anyone noticing her. Unfortunately, one of her classmates from Mr. Johnson's class was ready.
"Well, if it isn't Little Miss Kimmy Potty-pants!" jeered Brenda, a red-headed girl who looked about a year older than Kimiko - several inches taller and with bigger breasts. Brenda was also one of nature's bullies, and she'd already managed to assemble a small clique. As Brenda mocked her less fortunate (and wetter) fellow student, her cronies took up the cry. "Little Kimmy Potty-pants! Little Kimmy Potty-pants! Gonna pee for us some more, Little Kimmy Potty-pants?"
"Shut up!" whined Kimiko, her face reddening anew. "I couldn't help it! Leave me alone!" But her pleas only encouraged her tormentors, repeating their cruel chant until Kimiko was crying again, burying her face in her hands.
"Let's see Kimiko's potty pants!" exclaimed Brenda suddenly, and before Kimiko could react, she'd pulled the smaller girl's skirt up. Several other students, who'd just now been looking up to see what all the fuss was about, began to murmur or giggle as they got a good look at the girl's pee-stained panties. Most of them were repulsed and looked away, but a few - especially the boys - were ogling the girl's wet panties with the undisciplined lust of the young adolescent male.
"NO!" squealed Kimiko, now nearly in hysterics. "C-c-cut it out, or I, I, I'll tell!" She tried to tug her skirt away from Brenda's grasp, but the other girl was too strong for her, and so poor Kimiko's sodden underwear remained on display as Brenda continued the taunting. "Awww, poor widdle Kimiko went pee-pee in her panties! Sooo yucky! Does widdle baby Kimmy need a diaper? Oooh! I bet she's gonna go poo-poo in them too! Kimmy wanna poo her panties for us?"
Unable to do anything other than flail ineffectually at her tormentor, Kimiko was red uced to a blubbering bawling wreck - and then Brenda let go of the skirt and scuttled to her seat, suddenly the picture of studious innocence. As Kimiko's skirt mercifully fluttered back down over her shamefully soaked panties, she looked up just in time for Mr. Jarvis to walk into the room.
"Would you like to sit down, young lady, or do you want to remain standing the whole period?" said Mr. Jarvis sarcastically, evoking another brief storm of giggling at Kimiko's expense. Red-faced, humiliated, and teary-eyed, Kimiko could only stumble toward her desk, wincing as the cold wet cotton pressed into her rump.
Kimiko didn't learn much in the last three periods of the day - the discomfort and smell of her cold wet underwear, and the occasional taunting of her classmates, made it hard to concentrate on anything else. Three very wet and uncomfortable hours later, Kimiko was rushing back to Mr. Johnson's classroom as fast as she could despite the rumbling sensations in her tummy. The detention note had been quite clear - three minutes after seventh period, without fail.
NOTE: There's more to this chapter but it all goes downhill from here so here's the next wetting part!
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Chapter 3: Dirty Mouths, Dirty Bottoms
It had been two days since Kimiko's humiliating punishments at the hands of her English teacher, Mr. Johnson. She was mild-mannered and obedient by nature anyway, and two days in a row of having to wet and soil her panties made her very determined to avoid any further punishment.
Other students weren't so well-behaved. Brenda, the girl who'd made fun of Kimiko for wetting her panties on Monday, had been chewed out yesterday by the biology teacher in second period for swearing in class and ordered to serve detention. The foul-tempered Brenda had seemed quite blasé about this punishment, especially given Ms. Itsuki's kindly and even-tempered attitude in class. You're just lucky you didn't do that in Mr. Johnson's class, Kimiko had thought to herself with furtive glee.
This morning, though, as Kimiko filed into the classroom, she noticed that Brenda was wearing a sullen expression, as well as a bright orange wristband. And when Brenda noticed the attention, she glared at Kimiko with sullen rage.
What's got into her? thought Kimiko, as she took her seat. It's not like I'm the one who made fun of her on Monday. She glanced again at Brenda, who was no longer looking in her direction - and noticed that Brenda was squirming slightly. Before she had much longer to think about this, though, Ms. Itsuki had arrived, and the lesson was beginning.
Kimiko dutifully took notes and read along in the textbook, and only gradually was she aware of a shuffling sound from the direction of Brenda's desk. Eventually, Kimiko's curiosity got the better of her, and she looked backward, bracing herself for Brenda's evil glare. But Brenda wasn't looking at her. Instead, her eyes were fixed with a venomous gaze on the teacher, and she was muttering under her breath, as she twined her long legs together, one knee bouncing over the other.
Kimiko, having suffered the same symptoms in Mr. Johnson's class on Monday, recognized them immediately. She has to go pee? thought Kimiko wonderingly. But it's only second period. Why didn't she go before class? And surely she could ask permission? I'm sure Ms. Itsuki isn't as mean as Mr. Johnson...
Even as she thought that, though, she saw Brenda's eyes squeeze shut, and the (relatively) busty redhead's body tensed up. Kimiko's eyes went wide and she bit her knuckle in shock, knowing what was going to happen next... and sure enough, a trickle of piss began to flood off the edge of Brenda's chair and patter to the floor.
Just as on the previous Monday, the class erupted in a chorus of muted murmurs as they turned as one to watch Brenda's shameful predicament. All except Kimiko, whose eyes turned toward the science teacher, wondering how she'd treat this indiscretion. To Kimiko's astonishment, though, the teacher said nothing at all, merely nodding and watching Brenda, as if in satisfaction.
Oh my god... that orange wristband... Ms. Itsuki put Brenda on toilet ban! thought Kimiko in shock, putting a hand to her mouth and turning in her seat again as Brenda continued to wet herself, her face twisted in an expression of helpless rage. Mr. Johnson had threatened Kimiko with that terrible punishment two days ago: a student under toilet ban had to go the whole day without the use of any toilet other than her own panties.
Up until now, Kimiko would have been quite happy to watch Brenda suffer that punishment, especially after Brenda had pulled up Kimiko's skirt on Monday and displayed her wet panties to the whole math class. But now, as Kimiko watched the hot urine spread in a puddle beneath Brenda's chair, she felt a pang of sympathy for the erstwhile bully. It's not fair, Kimiko thought. Even she shouldn't have to wet her panties as a, a punishment...
Finally, the flow of pee slowed and stopped, and Brenda turned her sullen glare upon the students watching her, as if promising terrible retribution if anyone dared to comment. As Brenda's gaze passed across Kimiko's wide-eyed face, though, some other unidentifiable expression flickered across Brenda's countenance - but it only lasted for a moment, replaced by an especially hostile stare and even a snarl.
Kimiko flinched back as if struck, and faced forward again. What did I do to her? Kimiko wondered. Well, I guess I was staring at her, but so was everyone else - why'd she look so angry at me? Even Ms. Itsuki didn't get that nasty a look... At which point Ms. Itsuki cleared her throat and got on with the lesson, leaving Brenda to marinate in the pungent odor of her own urine and Kimiko to look upon the biology teacher with newfound fear. She seemed so nice... how could she do that to anyone? Even Brenda... Another thought occurred to Kimiko. How come she peed herself so soon, anyway? It's only second period - I don't even feel a twinge...
"Fuck no, I'm not writing any goddamned sentences!" Brenda had snapped at Ms. Itsuki. "That's a, a kiddie punishment! I'm in high school now, I don't have to put up with that shit!"
"Apparently you still haven't learned your lesson, Brenda," said Ms. Itsuki, sighing. "So your punishment is going up to from two hundred to five hundred copies of 'I will not use swear words at the Alderson Institute'. You'd better get started - it's going to take you a while."
In a foul mood, Brenda sat down to writing, but had barely finished the first ten sentences when she threw down her pencil. "Fuck this! I'm outta here! Call me when you have a real punishment!"
"A real punishment, eh?" said Ms. Itsuki, and she leaned out to grab Brenda by the shoulder. "All right, here's a real punishment. Tomorrow, you are going to be on toilet ban."
"What's a toilet ban?" Brenda asked, confused. Ms. Itsuki explained.
"The whole day? And I have to do it in my panties if I can't hold it?!" exclaimed Brenda, now truly outraged. "Fuck that! What kind of fucking sicko are you? I'm not going on any fucking toilet ban, bitch!" exclaimed Brenda, shoving Ms. Itsuki backward.
Or at least that was the plan. Instead. Ms. Itsuki's hands flashed out like lightning and gripped Brenda's wrists in an iron grip. "Let go of me, you bitch!" frothed Brenda in frustration, struggling to free herself.
"You still haven't learned, have you, Brenda?" said Ms. Itsuki, her level voice still showing no signs of strain. For her slight build, the older woman was surprisingly strong. "You will serve a toilet ban, young lady... and because of this insubordination, it's going to be even worse."
"How can it be worse than a toilet ban?" shouted Brenda, beginning to grow fearful despite her bravado.
"Well, you could have two or three days of it, for one thing," replied Ms. Itsuki. "But instead we're going to do something a little different..."
It was time for English class with the dreaded Mr. Johnson. Kimiko tried not to look too directly at Brenda as she walked into the room, but even out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the redhead was walking funny, with her knees together and shuffling steps. She needs to pee again already? thought Kimiko in confusion. You'd think that she'd avoid the water fountains when she was on toilet ban...
Kimiko tried not to watch Brenda, knowing that the other girl was suffering enough already, but she couldn't help but hear the shuffling and squirming as Brenda struggled to control her bladder. "Goddammit, not now..." muttered Brenda under her breath. "Not in front of her, not again..."
Not in front of who? thought Kimiko to herself, confused. But Kimiko wasn't the only one who'd heard the outburst. "Please come up to the front of the class, Brenda," said Mr. Johnson, his eyes glinting with what Kimiko recognized as delighted lust.
"Whadda ya want now?" growled Brenda as she laboriously got up from her desk and tottered to the front of the classroom, one hand pressed to her crotch and her knees squeezed tightly together as the girl tried not to pee.
"I understand that you're on toilet ban at least partially for swearing, and yet I distinctly heard you swear yet again. Kindly raise your skirt and stand with your feet one foot apart, so that your fellow students can see what-"
"Raise my skirt?! Are you f- are you kidding me?" exclaimed Brenda. "Forget it!" And with that, she started to walk back toward her desk.
A hand gripped Brenda's free wrist. "I gave you an order, Brenda, and I will be obeyed," said Mr. Johnson, dragging her back to the front of the class. "And for disobeying me, you will serve a detention with me this afternoon. Now raise your skirt. Now."
Kimiko cringed in horror at this. Of the entire class, she alone knew what a Mr. Johnson detention meant, and it was more than just soiled panties. No... please don't do that to her, Mr. Johnson... she's suffered enough... thought Kimiko to herself, but she didn't dare say it, for fear that she'd join Brenda in Mr. Johnson's depraved detention hall.
Instead, Kimiko watched, white-faced, as Brenda reluctantly lifted the hem of her skirt above her waist, displaying the white cotton panties of the Alderson Institute and the damp yellow stain from her earlier wetting in biology class. And then, the crotch of Brenda's panties suddenly overflowed with piss, as the girl's overtaxed bladder once again began to relieve itself against her will.
And so Brenda stood there, holding her skirt up, trembling and red-faced with anger and embarrassment as she helplessly peed her panties in front of the entire class, while Mr. Johnson said, "This, my students, is what happens to disobedient young ladies. If a little girl has a dirty mouth, she'll have a dirty bottom too." She winced as she felt the piss run down her legs and begin to soak into her socks, and groaned as she heard some of the boys whistle at her. And she cringed as the girls who she'd thought were her friends, the same ones who'd helped her mock Kimiko for her accident on Monday, where among the loudest to snicker and point as Brenda was forced to wet herself in front of everyone.
As Brenda finally managed to stop urinating in her panties, and the flood of pee slowed to a drip from Brenda's soaked crotch to the puddle below, Mr. Johnson said, "All right. Now, class, please turn to page thirty-eight - Brenda, I did not dismiss you, please remain with your skirt up - and read the poem halfway down the page."
Brenda, who'd been preparing to flee to the relative safety of her desk, gasped in dismay, but reluctantly lifted up her skirt, her glare passing around the room. Once again, Brenda's eyes fell on Kimiko with particular viciousness, and Kimiko blushed and averted her eyes.
Brenda had to stand there in her own puddle for ten minutes, trembling with humilation, her nose wrinkling from the pungent smell of piss, her teeth clenched in frustration as the other students were allowed to ogle her sodden panties as much as they wanted. Finally Mr. Johnson said, "Please return to your seat, Brenda," and she nearly ran back to her desk, her piss-drenched socks squelching and urine splashing out of the sides of her shoes, and she barricaded herself behind her textbook. Kimiko wasn't sure, but she thought she heard a sniffle. Well, I know I'd be crying if I'd had to show off my panties to everyone while I peed in them, thought Kimiko, but Brenda? Surely Brenda wouldn't cry...
NOTE: Once again, there's more to this chapter but it all goes to hell from here.
Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this story and I apologize for the abrupt cutoffs.
For those of you interested in reading the full story, here's the link:
Be warned though that the full story contains some nasty sex and crapping parts (which mainly involves the eighth grade girl just to let you know). So read at your own risk!
Explicit Content
http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/wholestory.php?storyid=3374
FYI, I only the wetting parts of this story. The crapping and sex parts are just mother freaking sick! |
I make an omorashi fic about Hey! Say! JUMP (a Japanese boy group by Johny's Entertainment), but only for Yabu and Ryutaro since I can't imagine the others doing it. In this chapter the leader (Yabu) has an accident on backstage, please enjoy!
(PS: I'm sorry if my English is wrong)
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It was an Hey! Say! JUMP concert. Yabu, Takaki, Inoo, Hikaru, Daiki, Keito, Yamada, Yuto, Chinen, and Ryutaro performed on stage, singing "Mayonaka no Shadow Boy", "Time", and "Arigatou Sekai ni Doko Itemo" non-stop."Whoaah~ so tired" Hikaru fell into his chair in the changing room."But the smile of the fans worth it," said Keito, grabbed a cup of tea."Yeah, and everytime I heard the girls screamed 'Yamada'!" Daiki said. "You're really popular, boy. It's like all girls are coming to see you"Yamada smiled. "Dont be silly, Daichan. Everyone coming to see us, Hey! Say! JUMP, not only me. And you also have so many fans here...""Okay, everyone! Already to perform next song?" called Yabu, the oldest and the leader of JUMP. He took his fouth cup of the tea."Ready!" yelled nine other boys."Don't drink too much, Yabu kun, unless you'll wet yourself like Ryuu did last night," said Chinen when Yabu drank the fifth cup.Ryutaro blushed when he heard that. He had wet himself when he stayed overnight in Chinen's house. He turned his face and acted like he was not listening."I won't" said Yabu, smiled. "It's the perform time already, everyone, let's go!"The ten boys went up to the stage and the fans screamed. When they began to dance, Yabu felt a little twinge on his bladder. 'Fuck Chinen was right,' Yabu thought. 'But I can bear it. I can!'Hey! Say! JUMP performed two songs and Yabu was scheduled to perform solo after the third song, without any break before.Yabu felt more pain on his bladder, he tried to control himself. It's so difficult to bear his bladder when he dance. 'How long I can bear this? I don't want to wet myself in front of everyone!'Time for Yabu's solo was already begun. Nine other members left the stage, the music play and Yabu had no other choice than singing and dancing with the pain. He put his hand on his crotch to bear the urine releasing while he dance, and wished that the fans didn't think he's going to wet himself."Is it just me or Yabu being sexier?" said a cute girl in the audience seat."Yeah! I like the way he holds his crotch like that! Please help me I'm going to nosebleed!""Oh and his expression! Awww!"Yabu's wish was granted. The fans looked like enjoying his action - which actually wasn't included in the real coreography. Not that only the crotch-holding action, his sweats came a lot (actually sweats of fear and pain) and his expression was full of fear but it seems like delighted expression, gave Yabu more sexier performance than before.Meanwhile, Hey! Say! JUMP's other members were changing clothes and practicing a bit. None of them watching Yabu's performance via the screen. Only the staff members who watched the screening, but the thought it was only Yabu's improvisation."Lalala yeah!!" (<-- not sure about the song but forget that lyric and imagine it was a cool and sexy song! please!)Yabu ended up his performance after finished the song, followed by the girls' screams. After entered the backstage, he rushed off to the toilet.Chinen, who was going to go on stage, looked at Yabu's running. 'Glad he finally made it,' Chinen thought, as he go up on the stage with other JUMPs.Meanwhile..."Aaaarrrgghh stupid costume why aren't you going to open yet???!!!" Yabu was frustated. He made it to toilet, but when he's already to pee it's like his costume couldn't be opened."Stupid trousers! Stupid zipper!" Yabu cursed the costume. A small jet of urine released, Yabu felt a little wetness on his underwear. "Gasp!"He held his crotch again, tried to bear the urine flood which were going to release. 'Oh God... What if I dampen this costume?'Right after he thought that, the flood was coming already. Yabu couldn't help his bladder but releasing its contents. The yellow liquid soaked off his trousers and made a pool on the floor. Yabu's face turned red as he realized it. He looked left and right anxiously. 'Uh... At least nobody's here to watch this embarrassing moment...'As he thought that, the door was opened."Yabu-kun?"Yabu was like being shot. He turned back awkwardly and saw a black-haired tall and skinny guy wearing concert outfit, looking at him unbelievably."Y-Y-Yuto?"Yabu was trying to cover his crotch by his hand, although it's not working because there's already an urine pool below him. Yabu was really embarrassed, he couldn't stare at Yuto, thought that the younger boy will make fun of him.".... Err, I think you should prepare yourself for the next performance..." Yuto said awkwardly."..." Yabu couldn't say a word. All he thought was he wanted to magicly disappeared or at least erasing Yuto's memory of this accident."Since it's the time of MC and the Johny's Junior's performance, change your clothes with this! I bring your costume already!""T-thanks""Make sure you clean yourself from the pee properly"Yabu's face getting deeper red. He took off his top awkwardly. While he tried to unzip his wet pants, it was still stuck." Your zipper can't be opened, huh?" asked Yuto. Yabu nodded, still wasn't looking at Yuto. The younger then put his hand on Yabu's crotch. Yabu gasped. "What are you doing!""Help you unzip your pants" Yuto felt the warmness of Yabu's urine on his wet pants. Yuto blushed as he realized that he was delighted doing that.Yabu was annoyed and he felt a twinge on his crotch, maybe because of Yuto's touch? "Do you want to help me open this fucking zipper or grape my private area instead? Stop it or I-I-whoaaaah!!"Another stream of urine escaped him again, gave more wetness on his trousers. Yuto felt the Yabu's urine came to his hand and weirdly enjoyed it."Fuck," Yabu cursed blushingly.Yuto finally comeback from his weird self. "L-let's change your clothes now," he said awkwardly. "Can your zipper be opened now?" "W-well, it's still slippy..." Yabu used his almost all powers to open the zipper, and it's finally unzipped. "Fuck. My boxer is also wet" Yuto blushed. "Y-You don't bring more pairs?" Yabu shook his head."... Maybe I'll took it off," said Yabu while took off his boxer."W-w-wait! Are you okay without it?""It's better than I wear the wet one," said Yabu, heavily blushed. "What my fans would think of it?""If you think so, t-then it's okay. I'll wait outside, ne?"Yuto exit the toilet, waiting Yabu in front of the toilet door. "Ready?" he asked when Yabu came out from the toilet, wearing the next costume."Where's your dampened costume?""I've thrown it after using it for cleaning the floor. If the manager asked I would say it's ripped off or lost," Yabu's like he can control himself from the embbarassment already."Okay. Now let's go to the stage!" Yuto grabbed Yabu's hand and ran to the stage.---------------------------After concert ended."Yuto," The leader of Hey! Say! JUMP called."Yes, Yabu-kun?"Yabu pulled the younger's arms to get close with him. "About 'that accident'...." he started blushing as he whispered. "You're not going to tell anyone, right?""Of course not," Yuto said. "M-moreover, I found it sexy..." he blushed.Yabu smiled. "Was it?" Yuto nodded. "You're not saying that you have a crush on me, right?"Yuto blushed. "I-it's..."The leader pulled Yuto's arms again, made his body closer to him. "It's okay," he smiled, and kissed Yuto's cheeks. Yuto heavily blushed but he enjoyed it."Was it me or my pee that turns you on?""I-it's..." Yuto cut his words. ".... both.""Hahaha whatever it is, I like you too," Yabu said. "Want to share bed with me tonight?""O-of course," said the younger boy. "...... By the way, do you still wet the bed?"Yabu glared and punched him. |
Finally, a new chapter has been written. Hopefully next time, I can do better than this.
Chapter 6: After Hours
It was nighttime at Kadic Academy. Jeremie and Aelita were coming back from the factory after a routine Lyoko mission. Fortunately, this was a mere research mission with no XANA attack in sight so Odd, Ulrich and Yumi were not needed for that night. When Aelita and Jeremie made their way out of the sewers and on school grounds, Aelita felt a strong sensation in her bladder: The urge to go to the bathroom. Normally she would just duck behind the bushes for a tinkle right about now, but Jeremie was in a hurry to get back to his dorm so that he and Aelita can look over the data they found. However, this was an emergency and Aelita had no choice but to let Jeremie know of her dilemma.
“Excuse me, Jeremie.” Aelita said. “Would you mind waiting a minute? I really need to go pee.”
“Aelita, we’re out far past curfew as it is.” Jeremie said. “Why didn’t you go when we were still at the factory?”
“I didn’t have to go then.” Aelita said.
“Well, we can’t stay out any later or we could risk Jim catching us.” Jeremie said. “Can you hold it until we get back in the dorms?”
Aelita just nodded.
“Good.” Jeremie said. “Just try not to think about using the bathroom in the meantime.”
After making it to the boys’ dormitories, Jeremie and Aelita quietly made their way to Jeremie’s room, hoping not to wake anyone up or, heaven forbid, alert Jim of their presence. For Aelita, though, this was the last thing on her mind. With her hands pressed against her crotch as her urge to urinate increased greatly, she noticed the door to the boys’ showers. Surely Jeremie wouldn’t mind if she snuck out for a bit while she did her business. Just as she was about to, though, Jeremie grabbed her arm and dragged her into his room and slowly closed the door.
“Jeremie, what are you…?”
“Shh…” Jeremie said as he gestured toward the peephole on the door. “Look.”
Aelita looked and saw Jim patrolling the halls with a flashlight, looking to see if any student was dumb enough to be out this late past curfew.
“That was close.” Aelita said. “I think I felt myself leak a bit.”
“Do you still have to go?” Jeremie said.
“Of course.” Aelita said. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”
“Too much information.” Jeremie said. “Either way, it looks like it’s not gonna happen.”
“What? But I have to pee.” Aelita said bouncing up and down.
“If Jim catches you up here, it’s detention for both of us.” Jeremie said. “And we need each other to decipher these codes.”
“But…”
“No buts.” Jeremie said. “You’re just gonna have to hold it until the heat’s off.”
“But that could take all night.” Aelita winced. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Don’t worry Aelita.” Jeremie said nonchalantly. “Nobody has ever died of a full bladder.”
“If you say so.” Aelita said.
Jeremie and Aelita then got to work on the data they had uncovered. The two would take turns sifting through the data so that Aelita could focus on holding it. However, once Aelita’s turn came, she could barely get anything done due to her being distracted by her aching bladder. She desperately wanted to take a break so she could have a nice pee and not worry about anything else. But every time she asked or tried to make a break for it, Jeremie would give her the same response: It’s too risky. Aelita knew that after the Skidbladnir debacle that they had no choice but to keep low, but she never imagined that such heightened security would come at a time where her bladder was screaming for release. Why didn’t she just go in the factory, or better yet, just take off her panties and peed as she walked across the woods. Either way it was too late now, she either had to pee here and now, or go through an incredibly painful night of keeping her bladder from leaking. As time passed, she knew she had no choice.
“Jeremie, please!” Aelita said rubbing her legs against each other. “Surely you must have an alternative.”
“Well…” Jeremie said digging through the junk on his desk. He then found an empty water bottle, perfect for holding a large amount of liquid.
“Here you go.” Jeremie said handing it to her. Aelita just stared at the bottle dumbfounded.
“Jeremie, I can’t pee in a water bottle.” Aelita said. “I’m a girl.”
“Oh, my mistake.” Jeremie said embarrassed. “If I had a funnel, it would probably help.”
“Well you don’t, so keep looking.” Aelita snapped.
“Alright alright.” Jeremie said.
He continued to look around the room, hoping to find something for the poor girl to relieve herself in. Just then, he noticed a large drum shape object in the corner of his room.
“A wastebasket, perfect.” Jeremie said picking it up. “It’s just about the same shape and size of a regular toilet; it’s perfect for you.”
“I guess I have no choice.” Aelita said still in pain.
“Hold on.” Jeremie said. He then grabbed a box of tissue paper and set a few layers across the bottom of the can. “This is so your pee doesn’t echo in the can.”
“Thanks.” Aelita said. “But I am gonna need a couple sheets for cleaning myself when I’m done.”
Jeremie just handed her a couple sheets of tissue and Aelita went over to the trashcan.
“Don’t look.” She snapped.
As soon as Jeremie turned around, Aelita lifted her nightshirt up partway and lowered her panties, exposing the lovely pink hair covering her vagina. Once her garments were out of the way, she immediately hovered over the large container and relaxed. Once relaxed, a large torrent of pee made its way out of her body and splattered onto the tissue-lined bottom of the can. As the pain left her bladder, Aelita let out an audible sigh in sweet relief; she never had to go this badly in her life and she was glad she finally did. Although he still had his head turned, Jeremie couldn’t help but blush as he heard his close friend sigh and giggle in relief as she was doing such a private act only inches away from him.
After just over a minute, Aelita’s pee stream began to die down. After pushing out the last few spurts, she looked in awe at the yellow liquid below her and on her pubic hairs and between her labia. She then grabbed a tissue sheet and wiped her vagina until not a drop of urine remained stuck to her.
Just then the door opened.
“What is going on in here?” They heard a voice shout as a bright light shone at their faces.
Jeremie and Aelita looked and saw that Jim had heard them and wanted to see who was being this noisy at this late at night. However, they noticed Jim drifted off as his attention shifted to Aelita, still naked from the waist down on her makeshift toilet as she finished wiping herself and dropped the tissue paper in the wastebasket.
“Sorry Jim, I just…”
“You two!” He shouted. “Principal’s office. First thing tomorrow morning.”
He then slammed the door and walked out. Aelita then just glared at Jeremie.
“So much for keeping it low, right Jeremie?” She asked angrily.
“Hey, at least you’re relieved now, right?” Jeremie asked awkwardly.
“Whatever.” Aelita said leaving the room. “Goodnight Jeremie.”
With that, Jeremie called it a night. With what had happened these past few minutes, it wasn’t like he was going to be focused enough to get any work done now. |
Just a Little Longer
"Just a little longer." Melissa FitzSimmons had been muttering that to herself for a while now. She was stationed, or trapped as she would have put it under a long branch of an oak tree. Beneath her was a simple plaid picnic blanket and small bunches of food, and few drinks. Next to the young lady was Harry Dunn, the man in this relationship, five years the senior in the relationship, yet there wasn't much of a difference between 27 and 22.
Harry poured Melissa another glass of wine. She painfully accepted the red liquid as she begrudgingly sipped it. She had begun to feel a little woozy.
"You know, you are in a very cute dress." Melissa looked up to Harry, who was holding the wine bottle, almost half empty, smiling at the lass. Melissa smiled and looked down, she hated the word cute. She was never hot, nor beautiful, but cute. Cute wasn't bad, but she wanted to be a beautiful lion, not a kitten her entire life. She already hated the dress, a blue sun dress that looked like it could have came out of the Wizard of Oz, in Dorothy's wardrobe. She had other cute parts, a small frame, skinny body, not large exteriors but a firm, round chest. She had a small button nose as well in her cute face. Yet, cuteness was none of her worries.
Melissa was silent. She cautioned herself before any movement. Behind her cute dress, small frame, she was carrying a very, very, very full bladder. Something that was put aside in the preparations for this date, and intensified my the wine. She had been desperately trying to find a position that suited her and her bladder. Currently her legs were crossed, revealing some of her underwear, but she didn't care.
Melissa had been dating Harry for only a few months now, and this was the first date that felt real, more than two friends. They had met at the Newspaper job that Melissa and Harry both worked at, a few water cooler talks led to a movie together that led to this. They had strong feelings for each other, enough to distract the fairly large gap in age.
"Are you okay sweety?" Harry spoke in a soft and savvy tone, his own way of speaking. He gently caressed Melissa face with his hand. What was wrong with her, Harry wondered. Was she not feeling well, or was she just angry for some reason. She was relaxed as he played with her.
"Yeah." Melissa didn't want to annoy Harry. This was his date in the edges of an empty park, she didn't want to be one of the people that can't hold their urine and ends up going in the trees, she diligently hanged on.
Come on Harry, Melissa thought to herself, notice that I am dying. Harry had other idea, mostly to get under that cute blue dress. During his time dating Melissa, he had learned that at 22, she was a virgin, a lady yet to sin. It seemed a long time before someone broke the ice. The truth was that Harry had brought Melissa out here not to have a picnic, but to fuck the living daylights out of her, or at least as much as someone with zero experience.
Melissa meanwhile had other plans. To go as fast as possible, walk two blocks to Harry's house with him and use his miraculous toilet. She was fully uncomfortable, she stood up and adjusted her dress.
"Harry, I was wondering if..."
"Me too."
"What?"
"It's a beautiful day."
"I know..."
"I love you."
"Me too."
"Well, let's do it."
"What do you mean?" Melissa was confused by the dialogue, she walked towards Harry.
"Do you want to fuck?" What! Melissa almost jumped back in amazement. She was not prepared for this at all. Her bladder also wouldn't allow it.
"Yeah, we could go to your house and..." She tried to get it to go her way, but she was interrupted.
"Do you see anyone?" Harry asked, he looked around. The park was empty.
"Harry, this is not..."
"Don't worry." Harry started undressing. We were doing it on my very full bladder. Fuck no, fuck no, Melissa thought.
"Harry! I'm sorry but I really, really need to use the restroom right now!" Melissa yelled and Harry stopped in his tracks.
"Hm?"
"I am dying Harry."
"What type?"
"What?!"
"Piss or shit."
"Piss." Cracks began to show on Harry's face. He began to smile.
"Oh. You got me scared for a second." Harry stood up with Melissa. Melissa realized that no matter what her bladder foresaw, she was going to have to do this. In seconds, Harry was naked with a condom on. He then looked at Melissa, whose only undressing had been her shoes. "Come on." Harry continued. Harry grabbed the edges of the blue dress and pulled it up. Revealing a white bra and pantie. Melissa danced around as the cold wind covered her cold and desperate body. Sweat rolled down her forehead as she realized that she was holding herself with her hand.
Harry grabbed the hand Melissa and took her to a woody area of the park. He was naked, she was in her underwear. "Come on Melissa, we ain't got all day." Melissa's panties were hot and steamy from the desperation, a few squirts had exited her body during the park. She gently lowered down her panties to show her exposed vagina, cleanly shaven. She then unclipped the tight bra, letting her breasts flow. Now they were both naked.
"Stay calm and relaxed, it's going to hurt, but it will feel good afterwards." Suddenly Harry thrusted himself into Melissa. Melissa screamed in agony and pleasure, she felt the burning of the first time, the arousal from it all and the gallon of urine being pushed back into her. She moaned in euphoria as the two babes in the woods fell over.
She had never felt anything like it, even when she was younger and would masturbate over People magazines, this was completely new. She moaned once again. She shook as she prevented the urine from getting out. She tightened her muscles. Harry began to moan as well, he turned himself over so she was on top of him.
"Just slide up and down." Melissa followed the orders, her vagina burned as she felt her feeling of senses combining into one epic feeling. The pressure was building, and Melissa continued. She hadn't felt this feeling before and kept going and going before it happened. Suddenly all of feelings of pain, desperation and relief bundled itself into one ultimate feeling. She had orgasmed, so did Harry.
"Oh no!" Melissa then remembered her burning bladder. She jumped from over Harry and ran to the nearest tree, she squatted down, still incredibly horny and delivered the most incredible piss of her life. She collapsed as the burning pressure inside of her decreased until only a few spurts of piss remained.
She had finished, and when she did she laid in the grass next to the bewildered Harry. She gave a few kisses to Harry and walked off. She collected her bra and panties, and slid her cute blue skirt, though she didn't feel like a child anymore, she felt like a lady. |
Oh look, another one of these.
I'm not sure what to say about it. I tried to fix some of the stuff that was wrong with the previous ones, but I'm not sure how well that went.
There might be a part II to this if there is enough interest and I feel that I can pull it off.
My previous stories:
* An Interruption
* Not Quite As Planned
Furaffinity link.
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I woke up pinned to the bed by a big and warm weight. Groggily reaching out, I discovered that the weight had soft fur long enough to almost completely bury my paw in, and opening my eyes I saw that it had a face, currently planted right on top of my chest. Two blue eyes, wide open and staring into mine, were surrounded by a corona of snow-white fur, longer than you would expect on an oridinary fox but just right for her Arctic face, topped by triangular, tufted, black-tipped ears, perked up at attention.
'Morning', said Monica. She didn't bother to lift her head to open her mouth, and it came out as 'mwnng'.
'Hello', I said 'are you really comfortable like this?'
She was lying on top of me, on her belly, with her nose in the middle of my chest and her lower body down between my legs, feet hanging off the edge of my bed.
'Not really. But I'm flexible.', I decyphered.
She demonstrated that by stretching like a cat, planting her paws on both sides of my head and lifting her bottom. Her tail arched above her, spreading out like a fluffy white umbrella, tipped with black. Pretty as it was, it was futile to try and keep my eyes on it, with a sight as shapely as there just below it.
As she stretched, she shivered slightly and gave a small moan of contention before slumping back on top of me. She kept her arms up, holding my shoulders, and her eyes on mine. Her stare was almost so intense as to be intimidating, and not finding anything to say, I reached out to stroke the flowing fur on her neck and scratch her behind the ears, making her purr with pleasure and rub her muzzle against my chest with affection. She shifted on top of me, moving her legs.
I grabbed a handful of her neck fur and pulled gently. A whole tuft of fine white hair came loose, stuck to my claws and fingers.
'You're shedding, again' I said in mock accusation. Spring was just starting, and with her semi-long fur, Monica would be spending this turn of seasons leaving obscene quantities stray hair everywhere she went and bullying hours-long brushing sessions out of me on a daily basis.
She tilted her head to free her jaw. 'At least I have something to shed. You always look like you just got trimmed.'
She wasn't wrong, unfortunately – my dark brown fur was never longer than just existent. But I couldn't let her have the last word. 'At least I have some colour to me. You're just blank.' But I had complimented her on her snowy fur way to often for this to have any impact, and she didn't dignify it with an answer. Instead she grunted and squirmed again. I kept stroking her back.
'You know,' she drawled, 'I really have to pee.'
'Do you?' I was certainly interested.
'Yeah. I woke up with a really full bladder, and that was... half an hour ago, or so. I thought I'd wake you up and go, but you wouldn't come around, and I got too comfortable.' She certainly didn't look comfortable, the way her legs kept rubbing against each other.
'Oh I'm sure. You wouldn't do it on purpose, would you?' She pouted at me. I knew of how much holding in her pee turned her on, and though I did tease her about it on occasion, I couldn't deny that I enjoyed it at least as much as she did. In fact, she could definetely feel my enjoyment poking her in the chest now.
'Maybe I would, if I knew you'd react that way', she giggled. She lifted herself up and slid forward, until her head rested on my shoulder, and her arms beside my shoulders. Then, with utmost care, she lowered herself and pressed her lower belly down on my member. I gasped at the pleasure of her fine, soft fur enveloping me, and I felt something more: in her abdomen, the round, solid hardness of her full bladder. She gently nipped the scruff of my neck with her teeth and pressed the overfilled ballon into my crotch, while grinding hers into my thigh. I held her and felt her tremble with effort as she fought the desperate urge she inflicted on herself; she let out a deep moan of pain and pleasure as she collapsed next to me, holding her proturding abdomen away from any further pressure and panting heavily. I held and kissed her, paws wandering down to her bottom, quivering with her need. She responded enthusiastically, and two hard proofs that what she did was not just for my enjoyment poked me in the chest.
'You're magical, you know that?' I said as I finally pulled back.
She laughed. 'I'm just perverted. And my perversion matches yours.', she said with a strained voice, hungrily eyeing my erection.
'I don't care for the difference.' I kissed her again. Even as she pushed her tongue into my muzzle, she whimpered and squirmed desperately, clutching her crotch with the paw that wasn't fondling my buttocks. Her entire body strained as she fought to hold back the pressure in her bladder.
'Okay, I've really gotta go now', she gasped and made a move to run for the bathroom. But I wasn't going to let her go that easily. I pinned her down on her back, holding her arms and legs down with mine, staying clear of her tender belly. After a token attempt to wiggle herself free and an annoyed sound she settled down and glowered at me half in accusation, half in anticipation and excitement.
'But I thought you were enjoying this?' She managed to keep her pouty face on for a few more seconds, but then burst out giggling, throwing her head back. This did no good to her bladder, and I let her yank her left arm from my grasp and rub it against the outlet, whimpering urgently.
'I do.' She sounded breathless. 'But you'll have a wet bed if I don't go.' She grinned madly.
I leant down and pressed my nose against hers, forcing her to look me in the eye. Her nose was wet. 'You've never worried about that before. You're not going anywhere.'
She let out an indignant howl. 'I have to go to the bathroom... or I'm going here!'. She seemed proud of her choice of words, giggling even as her paws and thighs worked overtime propping up the floodgates. I tutted at her with disapproval.
'You're drink.' I declared.
'At this hour? Are you crazy?'
'You have a problem.'
'YOU have a problem. It's making girls piss your bed.'
'Or you're high. You're laughing and grinning. While about to piss my bed. Sober people don't act like that.'
'It's your fault.'
'Excuse me?'
'I'm not drunk. I'm happy, I'm horny, in love and about to piss myself, and it's all your fault anyway.'
'Ha! Always blaming me. You got yourself into that.'
'Yeah. But you're keeping me here way too long,' She kissed me. 'but now I'm going to the loo.'
Still reeling from the exchange, I didn't stop her from getting up. She stood up and hobbled, bent forward and with a paw in her crotch, towards the bathroom. Her tail was sticking high up, and I could see a wet patch of fur between her legs, matching a dark spot on the bedding. Halfway into her slow shuffle to the bathoom, I sprang up and stood in the doorway, blocking her way just a meter in front of her.
'Nuh-uh. You think I'll let the fun go that soon?'
She cried out in anguish. She was standing bent deep forward, with one hand on her hip and the other rubbing vigorously in her crotch, her legs squirming and pressing together. She was doing a pee dance, constantly tiptoeing in place. Her face was flushed and she was heaving, I couldn't tell if with need or lust, and anyway, for her it was often the same thing. Her desperately overfilled bladder made a bulge in her abdomen, and the quivering bush of her tail swished urgently. Small patches of dampness showed on her crotch, thighs and sticking out butt, evidence of a few good spurts already escaped.
She groaned and stopmed. 'Fine. I'll give you your fun.' Before I could respond, she took a step forward and straightened out, pulling her paws back to her sides. A brief stream of urine escaped from her pussy, not able to hold back without aid, and pattered on the floor. She embraced me and pushed me into the bathroom, kissing me on the mouth. She lost another spurt, and I felt moisture spread on my leg. She led me, half-blind, to the toilet, pushed me onto the open seat and straddled me, but this time she couldn't take the pressure; with every movement, another small jet of pee escaped into our fur. I slid my fingers down her back, bottom, under her tail and into her sticky and burning hot folds, making her whimper in pleasure and release more, finally giving up. I felt her body relax and then strain as she pushed out a powerful stream. We were both immediately soaked; torrents and rivulets of urine flowing and pattering down into the bowl and onto the floor. Monica stopped keeping up with the kiss and released a deep, powerful moan of relief. As her bladder empied, she slumped back onto me, breathing heavily into my ear.
But she had only a few seconds of rest. As soon as she relieved one desire, another took its place, compouneded and fueled by the release. She stood up and pulled me to my feet, only to push me into the shower cabin. She stepped in after me and bit down on my neck, reaching down for my waiting member...
to be continued?
Edited October 24, 2013 by olrast
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Jenny and Ann: A swimming fantasy.
This is a piece written to appeal to my own particular fantasies. I enjoy aspects of wetting, wetlook and female one piece swimsuits. I wanted to write a piece that had a woman swimming fully clothed, without any embaressment, with another swimming in a swimsuit. The following is the result.
As awlays I quite enjoy a bit of back story about "discovery" and the single idea that other people out there also enjoy my particular kinks. So if this is your thing, please read on. Positive critisisms are always welcome, though negative comments will probably be written off with the suggestion to go and write something better!
Anyway, here we go!
Jenny and Ann were good friends, both were professional married thirty something’s who were lucky enough not to have to work full time. A couple of days a week they were ladies of leisure, which usually meant a trip to the gym to keep their bodies lithe! Which is where they had met. They recognised the enjoyment in each other of keeping fit and soon after their friendship blossomed Ann invited Jenny over to her house, to have a swim in their indoor pool.
For a couple of months things went, well, swimmingly, both women felt relaxed in each other’s company, and they enjoyed the mutual times together keeping up their fitness, and generally gossiping and chatting as they swam. However one week things suddenly became interesting!
As they swam up and down the reasonably short pool their conversation had turned to sex, and specifically sex with their husbands, and the little games they played. Ann let slip that one of the reasons they had bought the house with the pool was that she and her husband both enjoyed something called wetlook. Jenny was a bit lost at this, having not come across the term before now, and asked Ann to explain. But Ann became extremely embarrassed at this point saying something along the lines of having said too much. The subject was changed and the conversation moved on to other subject whilst they continued their weekly swim.
However the following week, Jenny again visited for their weekly swim meet. She was welcomed by her host, Ann, at the door as usual, and they gently wandered through the reasonably well to do house to the rear parts where the pool and changing area was situated. Both were casually dressed in jeans and blouses, and as soon as they arrived in the changing room Jenny plonked her swimming bag down and proceeded to remove her clothing in readiness for her swim. She had stripped to her underwear, and was rummaging in her sports bag to pull out her swimsuit, when she noticed than Ann was just stood with her arms folded, leaning against the wall, still continuing to chat, as they normally did, but making no effort to change.
“You not swimming today? Asked jenny, somewhat perplexed that Ann was not changing into her swimsuit.
At this point Ann blushed a little, and then said rather hesitantly that she was going to swim, but, she wasn’t going to change.
“What do you mean”? Said Jenny, “surely you’re going to put on your swimsuit to swim aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not” said Ann suddenly finding some courage to admit a dark secret. “I really quite like getting my clothes wet, and I hope you don’t mind if I swim with them on today”
“Well, it’s your pool” said Jenny “and I guess you can do anything you want to, as long as it’s legal, she added with a smile on her face. “is this the “wetlook” you mentioned last week?
“I guess it is” said Ann, becoming emboldened that she had seemingly broached the subject with her friend, without any reproach. “Are you OK with it, ‘cause if you think it’s really weird I can always take my clothes off like normal”
“No no no, “said Jenny” if that’s what you want to do, please go right ahead. Feel free, I hope we’re good friends, and I’m pleased that you seem to value our friendship enough to admit be able to own up to your little enjoyment.
“Oh, thanks Jenny, I was really concerned you might think me really weird wanting to swim in my clothes, it’s not the sort of thing normal people seem to do”.
“I guess it isn’t, but hey, I don’t reckon it does anybody any harm, and if you enjoy it, why should you not. You have a lovely private pool here, and I think I’m starting to understand why now! Let me just finish getting changed and we can have our swim.”
With that Jenny stripped off her underwear, something she had done many times before in the presence of Ann and proceeded to clamber into her powder blue simple T back sports one piece swimsuit, an action that most women find a little difficult to do with very much grace. However this time, she fumbled a bit more than usual, and ended up turning to her waiting friend stuttering and blushing as she did.
“Whilst we’re talking of such things,” Jenny said, “I might have a little confession to make myself”
“You don’t like wet clothing as well do you”? Ann asked in a slightly hopeful voice, thinking that the slight discomfort of her admission could be lessened.
“Well, you’ve been open enough to share your little diversion, and I feel I ought to redress the balance by admitting to mine” stuttered Ann.
“Well, like you said, as long as it’s legal” encouraged Jenny, “go ahead, we’re all girls here, and after my rather embarrassing confession, I don’t think I can be really shocked by anything! ”
“The thing is, it is quite embarrassing!” stuttered Ann, slumping to the little bench that ran down the short wall of the changing area.
“I promise it will go no further than these walls” said Ann, trying to put Jenny at her ease. How bad can it be? Come on, you can tell me, how much more embarrassing can it be than admitting I like to swim in all my clothes, that’s the action of a mad woman. Come on you can tell me, after all we’re all girls together”.
“Well the thing is, “faltered Jenny, “well, before I swim, I like to get a little wet first”
This only drew a puzzled expression from Ann. She could see that Jenny was deeply embarrassed by what she was trying to say, so she went and sat next to her on the bench, putting her arm around her, still trying to fathom what she was getting at.
“You mean you get a bit excited by going for a swim?” floundered Ann, wondering what she meant about “getting a bit wet”
“Well, yes,” said Jenny, “but it’s not really the going for a swim, it’s what I do beforehand. “
“Curious and getting more curious by the second” said Ann “whatever it is you do obviously excites you, so why don’t you tell me what it is”.
“Well,” Ann almost whispered, “before I go for a swim, “again a pause, “ I like to go into the toilet” another long pause, “and I sort of, well, I... I wet myself; I sit on the toilet and quite deliberately wee in my costume. There, I’ve said it now. I would understand if you were completely disgusted and never wanted to speak to me again. You must think me very childish.”
“I’m not disgusted, “ said Ann, “in fact quite the opposite, I’m quite intrigued! I’ve been getting my clothes for many years, but never thought of wetting them by peeing in them, you enjoy doing this?” Ann gently asked.
“I always have done”, said Jenny, her courage returning now that her dark guilty secret was out in the open.
“Wow” said Ann, I’ve never thought of doing that, sounds like it could be fun.
“I’ve never thought of swimming in my clothes, but I quite like the sound of that too” said Jenny.
“I’ll tell you what,” said Ann, “why don’t you go into the little toilet here, and have a right good pee, and then we can have a swim, and we can both enjoy ourselves, and talk about this some more. Leave the door open if you like.”
“You don’t mind?” asked Jenny”
“No, of course not, why should I? As you said, it does no harm, and if you enjoy doing it, why shouldn’t you. So, come on, let’s really enjoy our weekly swims together.
They both got up from the bench, and Jenny made her way into the little toilet attached to the changing room, she lifted the lid, and sat down, a little self consciously on toilet with her swimsuit very much in place. Ann hovered by the door, “do you mind if I see?” she asked, “no”, replied Jenny, “but I might be a little shy”
A few seconds of silence passed as nothing very much happened. Jenny looked up at Ann and gave a bit of a lop sided smile, “I’m not used to doing this in front of strangers” she said. “Well I’m not exactly a stranger” replied Ann, “well, no”, said Jenny, “but, well, you know what I mean, you’re not my lover..” “True” agreed Ann, “but we seem to be sharing things that are quite close to our hearts”. Jenny sat, willing her flow to start, but feeling a huge case of bladder shyness coming on, a syndrome know by lots of blokes at public urinals. “Just relax”, said Ann, “pretend I’m not here, let it all flow, go on, enjoy yourself, I want to see how good it can be!” and with that a wet stain blossomed at Jenny’s crotch, turning the pastel blue material of her crotch a shiny darker blue, it slowly grew in size as her inhibitions loosened, and she bore down on her bladder, emptying it into her gusset, pee jetting through the material as well as collecting behind it gravity drawing it back towards the seat of her swimsuit before emerging, in a small but steady stream, and falling noisily to the waters below. All of this whilst her friend gazed on.
As Jenny’s stream faltered and died her friend noticed a slight shudder as Jenny touched her private place and gently rubbed herself. Her dreamy eyes, slightly flustered cheeks and erect nipples told the whole story of her enjoyment of this, usually socially distained, act, and Ann found her own hand gently massaging her mound through her own clothes, she allowed her friend a couple of moments of quiet before asking her, “Wow, you did enjoy that, do you think I should have a go”.
“Well, “said Jenny “only if you really want to.
“I really think I do” replied Ann “you obviously enjoyed that very much, and I think I would very much like to try it, let’s change places” Jenny stood and eased past her friend in the small toilet, allowing her friend to access the waiting toilet bowl. Jenny was a little surprised when, rather than removing her jeans, and maybe sitting on the toilet in her pants Ann simply plonked her behind down on the toilet seat still sporting her jeans.
“Wow” said Jenny, “you’re really going for it aren’t you”. “Well, in for a penny, as it were” said Ann, not realising the unintended irony in her comment.
“I was worried you would think me sick, wanting to wee myself” admitted Jenny, “but when you said about getting your clothes wet, I thought you might get it, you know, doing something a bit naughty..... “ she trailed off. “No, I get it completely” said Ann, “It’s deeply sexual isn’t it, and strange though it might first seem, I can understand it being fun and exciting and kind of forbidden. Now let me get started. I tell you what, it does feel really strange, sat here on the toilet with my clothes on, but exciting, and a bit naughty at the same time!”
Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes ticked away as Ann desperately tried to pee in her pants, but years of ingrained toilet training stood in the way of her first and desperately wanted full-on intentional pants wetting.
“Tell me” “asked Jenny “you understand that when I wet my swimsuit it’s sexual, is it the same for you?”
“Oh yes” said Ann “It’s something I’ve done for most of my life, when I turned puberty my wet childhood games took on a very sexual turn. I was in heaven when I married Bob and discovered he liked it as well. We hardly ever have sex without some sort of wetlook involvement. Damn, I just don’t seem to be able to go. How do you manage it so readily?”
“Years of practice” said Jenny, “I remember the first time I tried to pee myself as a young kid, I just couldn’t do it. It took me several goes straining and trying to pee in my pants before I could do it deliberately! Just relax and let it come.
A couple more minutes passed, but still Ann’s panties and jeans remained stubbornly dry.
“Can I make a suggestion” offered Jenny, “you’ve kind of been caught off-guard today, and you’ve not had time to prepare, why not leave it for now, and try again when you are ready. Next time try this, start by drinking a lot of tea or coffee, or diet coke, and then when you are really bursting, come into here and try again. Maybe just wear some knickers, or even your swimsuit, take your time, don’t rush it, maybe stimulate yourself a bit, trust me, there’s nothing like a good orgasm when your bladder’s really full and ready to give out, and quite often that orgasm is the trigger your bladder needs to burst right into whatever your wearing”
Again, minutes past and in the end the look of deep concentration on Ann’s face morphed in to disappointment and frustration.
“Come on, I can’t get wet like this” said Ann, “not now, let’s go and get good and wet in the pool” She stood up and they both turned and rushed into the main pool room.
Jenny went to the steps and started to lower herself into the water, savouring the warm waters of the pool as they welcomed her into the pool. Ann walked round to the deeper end of the pool, she stood on the side, and caught Jenny’s attention as she stood right to the edge of the pool and proceeded to perform an almost perfect dive into the water, she swam a little way underwater before surfacing, standing on the bottom of the pool, and gathering her hair, sweeping it behind her shoulders. Her cotton blouse was plastered to her skin, and almost completely opaque now that it was sodden, her white bra was also no longer hiding anything and her nipples were standing to attention peeping out through the material for all the world to see. “Now that feels better” she said, “I’ve always enjoyed our swims together, but also saw them as missed opportunities as was only wearing a swimsuit. I’m glad we got to share our little kinks.
The two swam the lengths of the pool for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts, enjoying the trust and freedom of the friendship to relax, and be a little bit more themselves than they had been before. Eventually Jenny broke the silence.
“You’re a bit slower fully clothed, I usually can’t keep up with you!”
“I thought I might well be, to be honest I was almost planning to tell you that swimming in my clothes was good training, as is slows me down, and makes it more hard work, but that would have been a bit of a lie, I just enjoy every opportunity to get good and wet, and now, because of your acceptance of me being me, I can do it more often. I should have known that I swim slower with my clothes on, I swim here often enough! But I guess most of the time I’m in here with Bob, and we don’t do very much actual swimming!”
“Ooh, do go on” said Jenny, “tell me the dirty details”.
“Well, I guess that I can leave an awful lot to your imagination, but we often dress up to come in for a swim together, I’ve got loads of clothes in my fantasy wardrobe to keep things fresh with Bob, he likes all sorts of outfits, and we often come in here dressed up and splash about till he can’t keep his hands off me anymore and then he starts touching me up and getting me all excited until I’m begging him to satisfy me, we very often end up coupled in the pool, him with his knob out through his fly and me with my skirts up round my waist, or my trousers round my ankles, and my knickers just pulled to one side. But tell me, come on, fairs fair, I’m telling you all about my intimate details, It’s time for you to fess up, does Dave like it when you pee yourself?”
“Well yes, I must confess” said Jenny, emboldened by their new openness, “Dave does enjoy the wet side of sex. We often have an intimate evening that will have me copiously wetting my knickers at some time in the proceedings. He likes to tank me up and then stimulate me until I lose it and piss all over myself, and him into the bargain, he just loves it, the wetter the better he says. You know that large luxury bathroom I said we had installed a couple of years ago, well now you know why! No one else knows this, but when we’re both feeling randy we take double inflatable mattress into the bathroom with us, and we can be as pissy as we like!”
“Well, who’d ‘ave thought” said Ann, “two normal looking women of a certain age, both with naughty little secrets! At least we can be ourselves here, doing whatever we like. It never occurred to me before that I would like it if I deliberately wet myself, but I’m going to give at a bloody good try ‘cause I think I would really enjoy doing it!"
“And suddenly I feel under-dressed” chimed in Jenny. Would you mind if I brought some spare clothes with me next week! |
Authors Note:
Major thanks to Anubis for giving me the inspiration for this story. It will be 5 chapters long, Also visit my other post so you can decide which topic I will write about next. I will end the vote for the next topic soon after I finish the last installment of this story.
CHAPTER 1: THE OUTBREAK
"I have to piss" was the only thing I could think about. I hadn't pissed since my last break at 8. It was around 12:30 now and I had half an hour until lunch. I was typing steadily on my computer inputting data for the company I worked for. I drank the last gulp of my second water bottle and threw it into the bin with a grimace. I knew it would come back to haunt me. After a few calls and numbers hastily typed into my computer it was finally break. I was one of the last people to finish up as usual and made my way through the empty office. As I was walking by the break room towards the restroom I glanced in the small room and saw everyone standing around the one small TV in the corner.
"Holey Shit! Tom you have to see this. It's unreal."
uhg the last thing i want to do is watch some stupid clip of a cat or something. I replied, "Not now Mike I gotta piss."
"You can hold it. You reeeaally need to see this. It isn't good."
I made my way towards one of my only friends in the office and looked at the old TV. The News channel was on and there was a reporter with a hefty guy wearing a blood splattered white T-shirt. He was also sporting a pump shotgun and a rather large knife in his belt loop. The guy looked at the camera and said," You hafta aim for the head if you want them dead. Body shots may only scare 'em away." A loud yell was from the background and the camera was knocked to the ground. The reporter began screaming and a few gun shots went off. At that point the camera changed to an over view of the city. The streets were filled with cars, smoke was coming from everywhere, and gun fire could be clearly heard. That was when the fire alarm in the building started going off, and snapped me back into reality. A voice came on over the intercom.
"PLEASE REMAIN CLAM. THE MILITARY WAS ORDERED AN EVACUATION OF THE BUILDING. PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE LOBBY. THANK YOU."
The alarm continued to blare as everyone filed out of the break room toward the elevators. As I walked by the restroom I hesitated before I continued to walk.
"Tom get your ass over hear. The elevators are going to take way to long. Lets take the stairs."
I reluctantly fallowed him remembering about my filling bladder. As we walked down the stairs we were joined by a few people. When we finally reached the lobby we turned the corning to see what was going on. Tom pushed me back around the corner.
"I don't feel good about this the military doesn't seem to be letting anybody leave they're just piling them up on the other side of the room."
We stayed by the stair well with our heads round the corner watching everything. The people behind us joined the ever growing crowd. The elevators dinged dropping off another 30 or so people. Their was at least 10 military guys just standing there giving orders to every one waving around their assault rifles. One guy was talking to Sara, the receptionist. we heard him ask her, "Is this everyone?" She looked really nervous and shrugged. Their was no way of knowing if every one was there. Minutes went by and more and more people joined the crowd, and my bladder continued to fill. I began bouncing up and down and squirming. Luckily it was only Mike and I by the stair well.
"HEY! I thought we were supposed to be EVACUATING?" was yelled out of the crowd. It was none other than JIm. Jim has been working at the offices longer than anybody on my floor. People always said he was one of those crazy guys that prepped for the end of the world. Some even said he went as far as installing an underground bunker under his shed.
A few agreements could be heard from the crowed, but the military continued to stand there doing nothing. At this point Jim had inched his way to the corner of the room near a giant flower pot. The security guard, Miguel, disappeared into the security room briefly and returned leaning against the reception counter. The main military guy walked out the lobby for a second and ran back inside. He confronted another dude then went back outside. When he came back in he pause for a moment before saying, "Green Light."
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN GREEN LIGHT!?" was yelled from the crowd. I recognized the voice to be John's. John served in the military for several years before retiring and getting a desk job here.
Five military guys lined up facing the crowd of now terrified, screaming crowd of people. The Military guys then did the unbelievable. They opened fire onto the crowd shooting and killing everyone. Anybody who tried to run was shot by another guy behind the five soldiers in front. Jim, who was now crouched behind the flower pot, had gotten a gun from somewhere and was shooting back at the marines. He shot one and he fell to the ground then another. The elevators dinged and opened revealing more petrified civilians. The military dudes then slaughtered them in a hail of gun fire. Jim stopped shooting and was behind the flower pot taking cover. Miguel, the security guard, stood from behind the reception counter and began shooting at the marines. He hit two before he was shot by the automatic rifles. His body collapsed by Sara who was really freaked out.
"Tom we have to get the fuck out of here! go back up the stairs!"
Mike was already a head of me when he yelled that at me. I turned to run then heard a loud screech. I stopped and turned around to see a catering truck bust through the glass doors into the lobby. It took out three of the marines when it busted through the doors and slammed into the reception counter. I looked at Sara who was still sitting behind the counter. she had crawled toward the stair well and was now sitting with her back against the counter. She was covered in dust and crying in fear. That was when I noticed a wet patch on the front of her jeans. It continued to spread and formed a puddle beneath her. I couldn't believe that she just pissed herself. I wanted to help her, buy couldn't. Tom was yelling at me to hurry up. I looked at him then back at Sara and ran through the lobby and slid behind the counter.
"Are you ok? Are you hurt? Do you think you can make it back over to the stair well?"
She looked at me still crying and just nodded her head. I peeped my head over the counter and saw one of the two remaining marines walk over to the flower pot where Jim was Still hiding. The other guy was tending to the couple guys that got hurt either from bullets or from the truck. The guy by the flower put had his side arm out and was aiming at the pot. When from the pile of corpses by the wall sprang John. He ran up to the unsuspecting marine at the flower pot and talked him. This knocked the pistol out from his hand. John lunged for the pistol and rolled when he got it. He shot the guy he tackled in the leg and foot. This finally got the attention of the other marine on the other side of the lobby. John was quick and shot the other marine in the head before he could do anything. I stood up shakily and helped Sara up who leaned against the counter.
"DONT SHOOT! Whoa that was some shit. what the hell was up with that?"
John looked at me and said, "I guess the government is gone. This was an act of self-preservation. Not a military order." John walked over the guy he shot in the leg and began questioning him. "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU KILL CIVILIANS?"
The marine looked up at him and said, " Fallowing orders. They don't want the infection to spread."
"SO YOU'RE GOING AROUND KILLING INCOCENT PEOPLE? THESE PEOPLE EXPECT TO BE SAVED BY YOUR SORRY ASS NOT SLAUGHTERED FOR NO FUCKING REASON!"
John then ripped the gas mask off the marine. He looked at me and told me to grab the cuffs off of Miguel. I did what I was told. John cuffed the marine and began to take the gear and armor off another. John was about to hop through the window when to picked up the wounded marine by the back of his shirt and threw him through the shattered window.
"I'm going home you all can do what you like." He then hopped through the window.
Jim left soon after with a bullet proof vest, a fully loaded assault rifle, a knife, and some beef jerky he got off the marines. Mike and I had no where to go so we were just going to stay at the building over night. I noticed Sara was sitting on the stairs by her self. I was going to go and talk to her when I was hit with a bladder spasm. I completely forgot about my need to piss during the chaos. I speed walked over to the restrooms and finally relived my self.
END |
This is a Halloween special I wrote recently. It's the first full-length work of fiction I've made in roughly a year, so don't expect anything special. I also rushed through it a bit, especially towards the end, and haven't extensively reviewed it all, so there may be some errors here and there.
It was inspired by a sketch/drawing someone posted on the site around Halloween time last year,
Sorry it's kind of long. If you read it, please feel free to offer feedback, positive or negative!
PDF Download: the-wet-witch.pdf
The Wet Witch
“Saraahhh, hurry up!” rang an impatient voice from the other side of the door. “There’s not going to be any more candy left if we don’t go now!” Letting out a sigh, the short statured girl ignored the pleas. It wasn’t even really dark out yet, there’s no way anyone would run out of candy this early into Halloween night.
“Why did I get stuck doing this again this year?” the girl scoffed, slipping on some socks and tucking her feet into a pair of shoes as she protested.
Quickly hopping up off the edge of her bed and picking up a large pointy hat that was sitting beside her, she walked up to a nearby mirror and plopped it down on top of her head. “Besides, he should be old enough to go trick or treating on his own. Why does he need me to go with him?”
But even after all of her protesting, the petite girl couldn’t help but grin as she admired herself in the mirror. Dressed in almost all black from head to toe, with a black corset, a short black skirt, all topped off with a pair of striped knee high socks and even a cape that covered most of her backside. She did a quick spin, twirling her skirt and cape around a bit, and feeling a slight blush stain her cheeks as she caught a glimpse of her panties being flashed in the mirror.
Without any doubt, she held the appearance a young witch, and a pretty cute one at that. “Well.. it’s not so bad I guess.” she mumbled.
After taking a few final moments to adjust some of the smaller details of her costume, she started to head downstairs. Right as she opened her door, her path was blocked by a small boy wearing a red robe of sorts with long white hair and a pair of dog ears attached to the top of his head.
With arms crossed, he looked up at the girl with an impatient expression. “Shesh, took you long enough. I’ve been waiting here forever. Why do girls always take so long to get ready?” This costume was apparently based of some character from a popular anime series. A “half-human half-demon-dog” type character, which explains the ears at least.
“Oh hush. You should be thankful I’m even taking you, just because you’re still too much of a scaredy cat to go on your own.”
“S-Shut up! I’m not scared! M-mom wouldn’t let me go out by myself anyways.” scoffed the flustered doggy eared boy.
“Oh? Wasn’t it you who kept nagging mom to go with you to start with? If you really want to go by yourself, I’m sure you could just as-”
“No! I-I mean, it doesn’t matter now, you’re already dressed up and everything. You know you didn’t even have to wear a costume, right? I think you secretly still want to go trick or treating, even though you’re practically an adult. So don’t make fun of me!”
“Un! T-That’s not true. I just.. thought I’d dress up to be festive, that’s all.”
“Oh yeah? Is that way you’re bringing a candy basket too?”
“Tch. If I have to take you, I just figured I might as well get something out of it. So, are you ready to go, imp?”
“I’m not an imp, I’m a half-demo-!”
“Yeah yeah, you’re a half-demon-dog-thing. Whatever you are, let’s go.” she responded, dismissively walking off towards the staircase while waving a hand in the air.
After reaching the bottom of the staircase, they quickly received compliments from their parents on how adorable they both looked. Sarah topped off a large mug she was drinking from earlier with some freshly brewed coffee, and after grabbing their candy baskets, they both headed out the front door.
They started off visiting the neighboring houses before eventually having to walk to some of the more distant streets. There seemed to be fewer people celebrating Halloween this year. There was a noticeable decline last year too. Not only that, but people seemed to be getting stingier with their candy. Years ago, people used to give all the kids handfuls of candy, now most parents seem to be handing out a strict limit of one candy bar per person.
By the time their baskets were half full, it was already getting rather dark out and the temperature was starting to drop as the night sky took over. The drop in temperature made the girl resort to chugging down her coffee down for warmth.
It didn’t take long before she had sucked the last drop out from her mug, and with it, the only thing helping keep her warm was lost. Her body started to turn cold shortly after. As she started to shiver, she felt an uncomfortable pressure starting to build up inside her.
“..Hey, Imp, it’s starting to get kind of late.. we should probably head home now.”
“I told you I’m not an imp! And I’ve almost filled my basket, can’t we wait a little longer?”
“We really sho-...”
“Pleeeeaseeee? Come on, I’ll even share some of my candy with you!”
“Nnh.. fine.. but just a few more stops and that’s it... okay?”
Without responding, her doggy-eared brother just smiled and nodded happily before quickly running off to the next house.
“Man.. I really should have brought a jacket..” she groaned as she tried to catch up with her younger brother. But before she could reach the driveway, a sudden strong gust of wind caught her off guard. The cold breeze caused her body to tense up, and an uncomfortable sensation started to well up inside of her. With the gust continuing to flutter by, she froze in place as she started to shiver, wrapping her arms around her stomach to try and keep herself warm.
“Look mom, hers has stars just like mine!” commented a young girl as she walked by.
Confused, Sarah looked over at the child and blinked when she noticed the girl was pointing directly at her. When she noticed where the girl was pointing, her cheeks suddenly blazed a crimson red and her hands immediately bolted down to her skirt. While she was preoccupied with keeping herself warm, the sudden gust had been giving everyone behind her a nice clear view of her star printed panties.
With her cheeks still on fire, she quickly pushed forward and moved to try and catch up to her brother, only to be met by him half way.
“Hey, where’d you go?” he asked.
“Nnh, nowhere. Let’s just hurry up and go to the next house.”
“Don’t you want your candy?
“No, it’s fine, let’s just hurry up so we can head home. Please.”
It took the two a few minutes to reach the next house. As they continued walking, she was starting to grow increasingly restless. The uncomfortable pressure she had been ignoring was starting to quickly intensify. She could feel the coffee she had so carelessly chugged down earlier starting to hit her with a vengeance, and the freezing cold temperatures weren’t helping in the slightest.
By the time they reached the next driveway, the pressure had nearly doubled in intensity, and it was becoming really hard for her to stand still. She told her brother to go ahead without her and waited at the end of the driveway.
“Ahhnn.. I have to pee so bad.. I guess I shouldn’t have had so much coffee..” she grumbled to herself. Looking around her to make sure no one was near, she attempted to cross her legs together slightly, as inconspicuously as possible. A sudden wave of desperation hit her as she did, forcing her legs to lock together and ruining any subtlety her actions may have had. The pain made her wince and arch forward slightly.
Something about these freezing temperatures made it so much harder to cope with these things. Every chill and shiver made her body feel weak.
After a few moments, she saw her brother walking back her way. Carefully, she forced her legs apart, and stood back up straight, a slightly numbing pain running up her body as she did. As another pang of desperation hit her, and she felt her legs start to shake a bit, this time not from the cold.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”
“N-Nothing, it’s just getting really cold out. And it’s getting really late. So let’s head back home now, okay?”
Her brother was starting to look a little worn out from all the walking, so he didn’t protest much, and they both agreed to head back home.
Trying her best to just ignore the urge, she somehow managed to keep herself walking a straight and steady path back. At least, for a little while she did. When another strong gust hit, her body unwillingly tensed up, and with nothing else to stop it, a foreign warmth suddenly spurted out into the witch girls panties.
“...!!”
Feeling her cheeks go hot, she immediately froze in place and bolted her hands down to her skirt, clenching her fist into the fabric and quickly locking her legs together at the same time. She regained control over herself before any real damage was done, but she felt like that might change if she moved even an inch.
“Sis? Hey, sis, why did you stop?”
As her younger brother looked back at her, it didn’t seem to take him long to figure out her predicament.
“What are you doing, do you have to pee or something?”
“Sh-shut up! Not so loud!”
“Keh, well what did you expect? You’ve been sucking down whatevers in that huge cup of yours all night.”
“Shut up I said! I don’t like this cold weather, and I didn’t think to bring a jacket, it was the only thing that helped!”
After a few more moments passed, she managed to calm herself down and the pressure melted away, allowing her to stand back up straight and walk past her brother at a slightly faster pace than before.
Every step she took now felt like it was causing her bladder to increase in size. After a minute passed, the pain became so bad she couldn’t force herself to walk straight. Unable to pay attention to where she was going, she stubmled over a rock on the side of the pathway, and the shock caused her to lose control for a second.
“Pssshhhh!”, despite only lasting a few seconds, the spurt made an audible hiss as the wet warmth quickly soaked into the girls panties. In a panic, she bolted one hand down, shoving it up her skirt and grasping herself as tightly as she could, the short stream dying down to a trickle as it soaked through her panties and dampened her fingers.
Blushing like mad and not caring who could see at this point, she started to speed walk as fast as she possibly could. The warmth in her panties quickly started to turn cold, and even with her fingers dug into them, the panties were starting to tickle her more with each step she made. Roughly 30 more seconds passed by and an even stronger wave of desperation hit her without remorse.
Feeling powerless to stop it, a heavy spurt broke free and quickly warmed her panties again. The stream jetted out at full force, quickly soaking through her already wet panties and flooding into the palm of her hand, then pattering down to the sidewalk below as she continued to push forward.
In an act of sheer desperation, she bolted for a nearby tree and threw herself against it, cramming both her hands into her skirt and all the way down into the front of her panties. She clasped her hands against the stream and pressed her legs as tightly together as she could, letting out a fairly load moan as she desperately fought off the urge to just give up and let herself go here.
After a few moments passed by, she somehow managed to regain control again. The stream died down to a trickle, then finally stopped. The blissful feeling of relief filled her with a desire to just let go, but she knew that absolutely was not an option. Looking up, she saw a nearby house with the porch light still on.
“T-There’s no way.. I can make it back like this.. I-I’ll have to ask.. I have no other choice..” she thought to herself, letting out a loud groan as she forced herself back up. Wobbling painfully to the front door, she rang the doorbell, but there was no response. She waited,and again rang the doorbell, her legs starting to quiver and grow weak.
“I have to.. hold it.. nnghh..!”
Moaning out loudly, she dug an arm back into her skirt, holding herself through the fabric and tightly clenching her fist shut. She felt herself losing strength as her knees started to give out.
Just then, someone came and opened the door. It appeared to be a boy around her age. He was around the same height as her and had dark brown hair that was only slightly shorter than hers. “Sorry for that, trick or trea-.. eh? Hey, are.. are you okay?”
The boy blinked in her direction with a slightly confused and concerned expression. She tried to open her mouth, but was suddenly lost for words. She didn’t expect a boy so cute and around her age to answer. How could she ask something so embarrassing to him?!
“U-Uhm.. I... I...”
She suddenly gasped out in reflex as an intense pain shout through her lower abdomen. Her fist clenched tighter and her legs twisted, starting to shake violently as she desperately forced some words out.
“C-Can I.. Can I.. u-use the.. the.. the..”
As the pain intensified, her cheeks burned a deeper shade of red than they ever had before. Tears started to well up in her eyes as she tried to force the last of her sentence out
“Restroom.. Can I use the restroom.. p-please..! I need the restroom now!!”
By the time she managed to stammer her words out, she started to lose it. A wave of desperation hit her harder than ever before, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. It started with a few small spurts, those spurts turned into a light trickle, and that trickle quickly grew in intensity until it became a roaring hiss in a matter of seconds.
Unable to maintain the strength to fight anymore, the girl quivered and gave in, letting her body relax. The stream quickly soaked through her panties again, and with nowhere else to go, the flood mercilessly poured down her legs like a waterfall.
With her legs still arched inward, some of the stream parted and started to run down her thighs, soaking into her socks and pouring down to the concrete below in several directions.
10 seconds passed, then 20, then 30. Neither of the two had moved or said a word. The flood continued to pour out of the witch girl mercilessly, splashing down onto the porch below with loud pitter patters that only slightly muffled the intense hiss that was flooding her panties.
Losing the will to fight anymore, her legs gave out. There was a sudden “splash!” as her butt got very warm and damp. In a complete daze, she looked down to see herself sitting in a large golden puddle that was spreading out in all directions.
Looking back up, she felt tears welling in her eyes again, giving out light sobs as the boy in front of her looked down in shock, remaining speechless for a few more moments before finally managing to get some words out.
“U-Uhm... H-Hey, you should probably come inside, you’re going to catch a cold like that..” mumbled the boy with his own cheeks flushed slightly red.
But the girl was unable to move. She couldn’t do anything but sit there, frozen.
“H-Here, can I help you..?”
The boy leaned down and offered her a hand, pulling her back to her feet and leading her inside.
“I think my sister might have a change of clothes you can use.. so.. wait here a moment please.”
As the boy quickly turned around and ran up a staircase, the witch girl was left standing there, still in a daze with her clothes still dripping yellow liquids onto the carpet below..
A few moments later, the boy returned, carrying a black skirt that was slightly longer than the one she currently had on topped of with a clean pair of panties.
“The bathroom is right over there, so, uhm.. h-here.”
The boy offered the clothes to the girl, looking away shyly and scratching his chin.
Accepting the clothes, she nodded gently and walked over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her and letting out a sigh as she stripped out of her skirt and panties. As she started to come back to her senses, she dried off and slipped on the clean clothes, stepping out from the bathroom right after.
“U-Uhm.. thank you.. for your help.. but.. you didn’t have to do allthis..” the girl said shyly, hiding her face as she did.
“It’s okay, really.. uhm, accidents happen, right? Eheheh, I don’t mind, and my sister was more than happy to help.” he responded, giving her an encouraging smile at the same time.
After promising to return the clothes tomorrow, she said her goodbye’s and headed for home again. In the end, she ended up having to bribe her brother with the candy she collected that night so he wouldn’t tell their mom about the incident. |
Hi everybody,
I'm taking another shot at a multi-part story :)
I will try to keep it going over lots of chapters (if people like it). I know maintaining enthusiasm for my stories is one of my weaknesses - so, as always feedback (whether positive or helpfully negative) is always very much appreciated and will help keep the story going!
As you'll see - there's a slight "magic" bit at the beginning. That's really just to set up the premise, and after that it will all be very naturalistic.
This Chapter (1a) is a lot of set-up, but I hope you think it's worthwhile and I promise more real content soon!
Hope you enjoy it!
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The Device - Part 1a
Amanda walked down the road from her friend Megan's house to the train station, starting to make her way back to her own house. Although she'd had fun with Megan, she couldn't help feel a bit disappointed. After all, the main reason she'd gone there after school was in the hope that Megan's little sister might have an accident.
That probably needs some explaining. When Amanda was younger, she was always having problems keeping her panties dry. She was late potty-training, and her parents got used to her having a lot of accidents and wet beds even when she was 4, 5, 6 years old. But even as she continued to get older, they never really went away. Of course they happened less often when she was 10 than when she was 5, but the combination of her small bladder, her shyness about asking to pee, and her terrible habits of leaving it to the last minute and not thinking ahead and using a toilet while she had a chance meant that she continued to endure embarrassing moments well into her childhood.
Now, thankfully, at 14, that basically never happened anymore. I mean there was that time a couple of months ago at the sleepover, but they'd had a lot of soda...and that kind-of one outside the bathroom, but it had been occupied for ages...anyway, as far as she was concerned, that was now behind her. But while she'd always detested her own accidents, one side-effect of having been embarrassed and in trouble from her bladder so often growing up, was that she loved seeing other young girls in the same position. To Amanda, seeing a girl desperately trying to hold on until they could get to a bathroom, but ultimately fail and soak her panties in disgrace, was the most exciting thing imaginable.
The problem, was that it almost never happened anymore. Amanda's little sister, Poppy, evidently had almost all her genes in common with her big sister. She had been just as accident prone growing up, and seeing those had been one of Amanda's main sources of this type of entertainment. But with Poppy now 12, even those were much rarer than they used to be. And so Amanda spent a lot of time online, looking for stories or videos, trying to get the excitement she craved. And although she found occasional enjoyable material, it was never as good as a actual, genuine accident in real life.
Megan's little sister Lizzie had been pretty accident prone herself when she was 7 or 8, and that was why Amanda always had hopes when she went to visit Megan's house - but Lizzie was almost 10 now, and Amanda was duly disappointed when the evening went by without even a glimpse of desperation.
Amanda walked down the stairs to the platform, noticing that it was only a couple of minutes until her train arrived. At least, she thought to herself, it was the half-term vacation next week. Not only did that mean that she didn't have to go to school herself, but it also meant lots of kids around, enjoying their holidays, so who could say what she might see. (While school had once been a good place for her to see accidents - now that she was older, that was basically unthinkable in her classes, and since her school started at 13 there weren't even many other chances around.)
The train pulled in, and Amanda got on at the far end having wandered all the way along the platform. It was almost totally deserted in that part of the train, and she sat down on an empty bank of seats. The seats facing her were also empty, and she noticed that a small piece of paper had been left on one of them. As the train pulled away, she glanced at it and realised that it was a hand-written note that had been left there deliberately:
"Hi - do NOT sit on this seat. My daughter wet herself in this seat. Sorry!"
Amanda had to read it twice - not quite sure if this was real. When she finished reading it the second time, she felt a surge of excitement. She lifted up the piece of paper, and realised that it was actually true. The seat underneath was wet - with the not-quite-circular pattern that was undeniably from having been peed on by a girl sitting down. Her heart beating faster, and checking around nervously to make sure nobody was watching or setting her up for a practical joke, she gently ran her hand over the wet surface. She felt odd doing it - she didn't like playing with someone's pee itself, it was the desperation and the accident she enjoyed - but she sniffed her fingers. It really was pee!
Amanda sat back in her seat, trying to believe her luck that she'd happened to sit in the right part of the right train to see the note. She started trying to work out if she could tell anything from it - what kind of parent would leave a note? Presumably it was a really young girl who would wet herself like that, but actually the pee area was not small? It excited Amanda even more to think that this wasn't just a potty-training mistake by a 3 year old, but potentially a very embarrassing incident for an older child.
There was also though, a tinge of regret. Yes it was fun to have found the seat and the note, but she'd never really know what had happened. And just imagine if she'd been on the train earlier! How exciting she'd have found it to watch the wetness on the seat get made! She closed her eyes briefly, thinking "I would love, more than anything, to be able to see exactly what happens with any accident I wanted!". She opened her eyes startled as a huge clap of thunder rolled outside. She glanced out the window - it was dark, but she was sure it hadn't been cloudy. How could there suddenly be thunder? And just one clap? There was no sign of any further storminess - let alone something so loud and close.
Puzzled, she sat back in her seat, and noticed there was suddenly something beside her. It was like some kind of tablet computer - but not. It was less shiny, but somehow also looked more expensive, as if it had been made in a really important factory. She turned it over in her hands. There was nothing on the back, but a big screen and one button the front. Had it been there when she sat down? At first Amanda presumed she'd just missed it until the thunder caught her attention - but then she remembered that she'd specifically picked these seats because they were totally clear apart from the small note (the other set had bits of old newspaper scattered on them). But how could the device have suddenly appeared?
Intrigued by it, and having checked again that nobody was watching her or even close enough to see what was in her hands, Amanda looked more closely. The one button said "Scan" in small letters. She pushed it, and the screen remained blank. At first she thought it had done nothing, and maybe the device was broken or needed power, but then she noticed a small red line come out the top - shining across the train carriage like a very faint laser until it hit the other side. It was like the barcode scanner at the supermarket, Amanda thought, but very faint. She wasn't sure that anybody else would have noticed the red line even if they were sitting right opposite her - unless they were deliberately focussed on the device.
Wondering what it did, she tilted the device around the carriage, so that the red line traced over the seats and walls. Nothing happened, until she titled it right down and ran the beam over the seats right in front of her. As she did so, the screen suddenly lit up: "Scanning...". But it soon went blank again. She swiped the beam across those seats, and at the same point the screen came on again with the same message. In fact, she found, the screen only came on when the red line was pointing right at the seat with the note on it - right at the wet patch that she'd been exploring a few minutes ago.
She watched the screen, for a few moments, and after 10 seconds or less, suddenly "Scanning..." was replaced by a full screen - complete with numerous menus and options. It was as if pointing the laser at the wet seat had somehow turned the device on. In the middle of the screen was one main block of text, so Amanda started reading:
"Rachel Bradman, 12. Today, 18:21. After going shopping with her mom after school, Rachel discovered to her surprise that there was no toilet on the train. Having not peed before leaving school because she'd forgotten that they weren't going straight home, Rachel preferred not to use the supermarket toilet. On boarding the train with her mom, Rachel at first just took a seat - but as her urge to pee became more urgent, she decided to try to find the on-board toilet before discovering to her frustration that it was too small a train. Fidgeting increasingly in her seat, she soon drew her mom's attention..."
Amanda could not stop herself shivering all over. She had so many questions. Could this possibly be what it seemed? How did it work? Why had it appeared on the seat? Still in disbelief, her excitement almost doubled when she noticed one button next to the story that was larger than most of the others: "Watch". Checking once again that nobody was watching her, she pressed it.
Amanda jumped when the device started to make a noise. She hadn't expected it at all. But she quickly pulled her headphones out of her pocked and plugged them into a small hole at the top - realising that this could be even better with sound, if it was what she thought it was. But it couldn't be that? Could it?
The screen was offering her some further options: "From leaving school", "From at the supermarket, "From boarding the train", "From getting desperate", etc. Amanda nervously tapped "From boarding the train."
Instantly, the video began. A pretty girl, who did look about 12, was getting on the train with a woman who seemed like her mom. They were carrying quite a few shopping bags, and Amanda recognised the girl's clothing as being the school uniform of one of the expensive private schools in that part of town. They walked a few steps down the aisle, and put down their bags, before taking seats.
Amanda froze, and pressed Pause. It was undeniably the same train and the same seats as where she was sat now. She could even see little marks on the floor of the carriage in the video, that she could also see right by her own feet now. And in the video, the girl had just sat in the very seat which was now wet.
Amanda looked around, suddenly suspicious. Surely there had to be some camera, that was watching her even now. This video had to have been filmed somehow. But there wasn't. It was an old train - it clearly didn't have CCTV and she could see nothing else that could possibly be a recording device.
It started to dawn on Amanda, that however inexplicable this might be, it was also real. Her excitement increased by the fact that the girl was pretty, and much older than Amanda had thought the culprit of the wet seat would probably be, Amanda looked back down at the screen. She had no idea how this could possibly be happening, and yet she was also oddly certain what was going to happen if she kept watching. She pressed Play...
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As the video began, Rachel settled into her seat and took out her phone. At first, Amanda wondered if she might have misunderstood this whole process, but she didn't have to wonder for long. Soon Rachel's tell-tale signs became visible on screen. As Rachel crossed one tights-clad leg over the other and slipped forward slightly onto the front of her seat, while continuing to tap away on her phone, Amanda had been in the same situation enough times before to recognise a girl who needs to pee but isn't yet consciously addressing her urge.
But whereas Amanda knew at the same age she might have waited a long time indeed before responding to the messages from her bladder, Rachel soon reacted. Just a few seconds after one moment where her hand flicked instinctively between her legs, Rachel stood up.
"Where are you going?" Amanda heard Rachel's mom ask in a surprised tone.
"Oh, I'm just going to go use the toilet."
"There aren't any on this train - you know that", her mom replied casually.
"Oh." Rachel acted unconcerned, and sat back down, but Amanda caught her breath in excitement at the brief flash of anxiety that was shown in Rachel's face.
As Amanda continued watching, the mom and daughter returned to their routines. But Rachel was decidedly more fidgety now. Barely two minutes would go past without her changing position: crossing and uncrossing her legs, shifting back and forth in her seat, and increasingly fiddling with the material of her skirt in a clear effort to resist the urges to apply some pressure to her crotch. Rachel was undeniably a pretty girl, and Amanda watched enraptured as she nervously brushed some hair from her face and gave a quick glance at her watch.
"Are you sure there isn't a bathroom on the train, mom?"
"Yeah, positive. It's only a small train hun."
But Rachel's anxious question had attracted her mom's attention, and now she looked up and saw her daughter squirming.
She rolled her eyes. "Why didn't you go before you left school?"
"I thought we were going straight home."
"Or at the supermarket then?"
"Because I thought there would be a toilet on the train!" Rachel sounded tense now, and slightly frustrated.
The conversation lulled briefly, until Rachel spoke again. "It's okay. I can hold it." She sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as her mom.
"I should hope so, Rachel...a girl your age!" Amanda was loving that Rachel's mom clearly didn't regard an accident as something that might normally be expected to happen from her 12 year-old daughter.
As time continued to pass though, and Rachel's anxiety became more and more apparent, her mom relented slightly.
"Look, do we need to get off at the next stop so that you can use the bathroom? It will be a pain with all this shopping" - she gesticulated at their bags - "and we might need to talk about whether the money I give you for soda at school is such a good idea, but if you're that uncomfortable then just say."
Rachel blushed, clearly not enjoying the fact that her bladder was disrupting their plans. "No, it's fine. I'll wait" she insisted, clearly steeling herself to just wait out the rest of the journey.
Her mom went back to her magazine, and Rachel went back to her book. Amanda noticed that their train seemed to be moving much more slowly past the scenery outside than hers normally did - but because she didn't take it at that time of day often, she couldn't be sure if that was unusual or not.
By the time they arrived at their next stop, Amanda could see that Rachel's fidgeting had got worse. She looked longingly out at the station building, but said nothing, and soon the train pulled away again.
Within the next couple of minutes though, Rachel looked like she was probably regretting that decision. Her hand was permanently on her lap, making repeated little grabs through the front of her skirt. And she couldn't sit still.
Inevitably, her mom soon commented. "Really Rachel..." she said disapprovingly. "You're acting like your little cousin!"
"I'm sorry mom...it's just I do really really need to go."
"Well then you should have used the toilet at school or the supermarket! I shouldn't be needing to remind you to take bathroom breaks at your age."
Rachel accepted the mild reprimand, but her desperation only got worse. And, as far as Amanda could tell, their train seemed to have slowed down even more. By the time Rachel spoke again, she had jammed her thighs against each other and was rubbing them urgently together. Her hand was almost permanently buried into the front of her skirt - something that she was half-heartedly trying to hide with a bag.
"Mom..." she sounded very nervous. "Do you know how much longer it is?"
"I'm not sure hun. I think the train's running late."
"I'm not sure I can make it."
Her mom sighed, but didn't respond too severely at all. "Okay, fine, we'll get off at the next station, and you can use the toilet before we catch the next train that comes through. But remember not to do this again, okay?"
"No mom - I mean I'm not sure if I can make it to the next station!"
Now her mom really paid attention. "You're not serious, Rachel? You're 12!"
"I know, but I have to go so badly! I'm trying to hold on, but the train's taking forever and I haven't been since before lunch at school!"
"Well who's fault is that?" Watching her daughter squirming frantically in her seat, Rachel's mom clearly realised that just telling her off wasn't going to keep her panties dry. "Well just think about other things. You're a big girl - you can hold on. It won't take too long to get home."
Rachel clearly tried to do exactly what her mom said, but it was clear on screen to Amanda that her need to pee was about as strong as she could cope with. She was chewing her bottom lip nervously, staring straight ahead the whole time.
Once or twice, Amanda thought she saw Rachel freeze in panic for a moment, but she always resumed her desperate behaviour immediately after. Until eventually, Rachel gasped. The sound caught her mom's attention, but Rachel was only focussed on one thing. She jammed both hands tightly between her legs. "Oh god...no no no...please!" she begged to herself, but it wasn't enough.
As the pee began to flow, Rachel was clearly powerless to stop it. It soaked into the seat - so none pooled on the floor - but the growing wet area between her legs was absolutely obvious. Her light grey tights were soon painted a much darker colour.
"Rachel!" Her mom sounded almost more shocked than annoyed. As she stood her daughter up to inspect the damage, Amanda could see the large wet area on her skirt too.
After a few moments of Rachel looking mortified and apologising to her mom - promising that she hadn't meant to and it wouldn't ever happen again - the video suddenly clicked to a stop.
Amanda was breathless. She looked around, almost not believing that she could be the only person to have witnessed what she'd just seen, but nobody was even close to her on the train, let alone able to see the screen on her device.
It was now giving her several options: "From immediate aftermath", "From arriving at their station, "From getting home". Amanda wanted more - she wanted to know how Rachel and her mom handled the incident through the rest of the evening. Although she didn't admit it to herself, she'd have liked to see the pretty girl stripping off her soaked uniform. But at that moment, Amanda's own train started to arrive at her station.
Amanda glanced at her watch. She really was home already - she'd been so absorbed in the video that the journey seemed to have gone by in an instant. Suddenly slightly guilty of her secret, she slipped the device into her bag, hoping that she could pick up where she'd left off later. She got off the train, and began the short walk home, trying to recompose herself after such an exciting discovery.
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Hi everyone, hope you liked it!
I thought it was important to actually give you some of the fun that Amanda gets out of the device - rather than just revealing its abilities one-by-one without fully exploring them.
Chapter 2 should show Amanda using it again (on a different person/incident), and I'll try to keep to the same principle of telling my narrative but also letting you enjoy what Amanda enjoys!
As before, all feedback very much welcomed to help me keep the story going :)
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Just one last Halloween story!!! Since the greatest of holidays is over and everything...
I haven't written any story in years (Twoish?) So please go easy, but all criticisms are well appreciated! Also I didn't really bother to give it a thorough editing, so i'm sure there are some typos and syntax errors and whatnot.... sorry! Hope you guys enjoy anyway! Happy Halloweeeeeen!!!
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THE HALLOWEEN PARTY ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The petite freshman girl stared at the cute barista, tracing lines around his face and hair with her mind.
"What can I get you?" He repeated a second time.
"Oh. Sorry." The young girl blushed. "2 large Pumpkin Spice Lattes please."
"What's your name?"
"Rosie," She replied.
"That's a nice name," he said and wrote it across the cup he had in his hand. "I like your costume."
"Thanks," She said. She turned in a full circle letting him see the outfit. Yellow antennae poking out of her wavy brown hair, yellow and black striped top, and a black frilly skirt over a pair of white leggings. "I'm a bumble bee."
"I can see that," he grinned. "It's nice to see not all girls go slutty on Halloween. That some pretty girls can still be cute."
Just then a blonde girl put her arms around the bumble bee. She wore perfectly fitted red riding hood dress complete with matching hood. "Not all girls can pull off slutty like I can." She winked at the barista.
"Well my name is Adrian," the boy said. "You girls go to school around here?"
"Yeah we go to Overlook High right down the street," the blonde said. "I'm Bridget."
"Nice to meet you guys. I'm a junior over at Mayfair High. You guys got plans for Halloween tonight?" he asked while finishing their drink preparation.
"Not really, Going to a costume contest. Then probably just staying in." Rosie said.
"Some buddies of mine are having a party late. It's near here in some old house. Supposed to be a lot of fun, you guys should stop by."
"Maybe we will," Bridget smiled.
"Cool." Adrian put the finished drinks on the counter, and wrote an address on a piece of reciept paper. "Party starts at 8. hope to see you guys there."
The two girl took their drinks and walked out of the cofeeshop quietly giggling to each other. The sun was slowly sinking into the horizon.
"He wants me," Bridget said.
"I saw him first anyway," Rosie retorted.
"So we gonna go hit up that party then?"
"Yeah we should." Rosie took a long sip of the drink.
"What else were we going to do anyway, watch Hocus Pocus and eat candy corn? We did that last year."
"Yup." Rosie checked the time on her cell phone. Five-thirty. The two girls drank the warm pumpkin flavored drinks on the six blocks it took to reach the comic book store down the street. The store was hosting an annual holiday party and costume contest. When they reached the storefront a man dressed as Doctor Who was standing out front.
"Rosie! There you are."
"Hi Dad."
"You girls gonna enter the contest?"
"No way Mr. Williams," Bridget said. "Besides, that might be unfair since you own the shop and all."
"Come on inside. I ordered a bunch of pizzas. And there's punch. Wait til you see the Tardis photobooth I rented!"
Bridget nudged her friend in the ribs. "Your dad's a dork," she whispered.
"Mm hmm." Rosie smiled.
The next two hours went by as Rosie and Bridget watched the kids and teens engaging in Halloween festivities. The costume contest, bobbing for apples, and even the Monster Mash. Bridget was drinking a cup of Halloween punch when Rosie checked her cell phone.
"It's past seven-thirty," She said. "Maybe we should get going and find the place."
"Yeah OK, Bridget replied. "Just let me go take a piss first. I drank way too much today."
"Me too." the two girls went to the bathroom, relieved themselves and fixed their hair and makeup in the mirror.
"So what do you think Rosie?"
"About what?"
"Our first High School Halloween party. Could be good."
Rosie shrugged. "Maybe." She applied some lip gloss and the two of them headed out into the night.
The streets were dark and filled with children flitting to and fro, bags and buckets rattling with candy and treats. The address on the receipt paper was a good twenty block walk from the comic book store and it was starting to get cold out. Bridget felt the breeze against her bare legs as Rosie rubbed her hands together to keep warm. They turned down a lane with no streetlamps and noticed no children around.
"I've never been to this street before," Rosie said. "Its really quiet over here."
"Yeah, it's spooooky isn't it." The blonde girl grinned and grabbed her friend by the shoulders. She looked up and saw a large white house at the end of the lane. It looked older than the other houses with chipping paint and pillars near the front door. None of the windows seemed to have lights on.
"You sure this is it?" Rosie asked.
"Looks like." Bridget checked the address on the receipt and matched it to the dilapitated numbers on the house. "7781. This is definitely it. It doesn't look like anyone is home though."
"Maybe we're early."
"It's past eight though. He said eight."
"Let's knock on the door anyway. Maybe someone is there setting up. I kind of have to use the bathroom again." Rosie walked up to the door. There was a rusted lion's head knocker across the center of it.
"What are you waiting for?" Bridget asked.
"This place is creepy. Who has a party in a place like this?"
"It's a Halloween party stupid. It's kind of the whole point."
Rosie shifted slowly from one foot to the other. She felt all the liquids slowly filling up her small bladder, only made worse by the cold night breeze. "OK, here goes nothing." She took the knocker and knocked three times heavy against the old solid door. She waited about a minute and knocked twice more.
"Um, I guess nobody is home Rosie. That guy must have given us a bunk address. What an ass."
"This sucks. It's over a half hour back to my place. It's cold, and I have to pee." The two girls turned towards the street to walk away.
BANG!
Rosie jumped forward in fright.
"What the hell was that?" Bridget yelped and turned around quickly. Her eyes darted back and forth as the the large door opened slightly. "Who's there?" she called out. No answer. She took Rosie's hand and walked her up to the door. "Should we go in?"
"What? Are you kidding me? I'm not going in there!"
"Come on. It's probably just someone messing with us. I bet this is the right place. Just part of the party fun! Besides, don't you need the bathroom? There's one inside obviously."
Rosie shivered and pressed her hands between her legs. "Alright let's do it."
The girls pushed on the door and it slowly opened up with a loud creak revealing a dark foyer. The seemed to be a glistening marble and the walls were covered in old paintings.
"Hello?" Rosie called out meekly into the darkness. She held tight on to Bridget's hand and the two girls stepped into the house.
BAM!
They jumped forward as the front door slammed shut behind them.
"What the crap!" Bridget yelled. A light flickered on above them; A crystal chandelier that began swinging with a clanking sound.
Rosie began banging and pulling on the front door but it didn't budge. "What do we do?"
"I have no idea." She walked forward to a carpeted staircase at the end of the foyer.
"Where are you going Bridgie??"
"Up. There has to be someone around here. Just playing games is all. It is Halloween."
Rosie's skin suddenly felt clammy and cold. She hurriedly walked to catch up to her friend. They slowly walked up the stairs to find two long hallways in either direction. Bridget took Rosie's hand and pulled her down one of them. There were sconces attached to the walls, glowing softly with candlelight. Bridget pushed open every door they came across, revealing ornate bedrooms filled with victorian decor. Rosie's stomach was feeling unsettled the further into the house they ventured. She could feel the liquid pushing against the walls of her bladder and she instinctively pressed one of her hands into her girlhood . " Do you think one of these doors is a bathroom?"
"Probably. These rooms look so old I bet there's a chamberpot or something if there isn't."
"Not funny dude. I really have to go." She bounced up and down on her feet.
"Yeah I kinda do too. Let's find one."
They turned down several long hallways opening all of the doors, Rosie's urge growing stronger by the minute. Finally one door opened up into a beautiful marble room with a sink and an old fashioned bathtub in the corner. "There's no toilet," Bridget said."
"What I am suppsed to do?"
"Uhhh. I guess you could go in the bathtub. Or the sink."
"Seriously? How does this big house not have a toilet!" she whimpered.
"Just use the tub Rosie. It's better than nothing."
"I don't know."
"Well if you won't, I will anyway." Bridget walked into the bathtub room. "See you in a minute."
"Wait I don't wanna be out here all alone!"
"It'll be quick. I promise." Bridget shut the door.
"OK". Rosie hopped up and down outside, the prospect of being able to go to the bathroom causing her need to grow tremendously. She waited for a couple minutes and knocked on the door. "Bridgie?? What's taking so long?" she pressed her ear to the door and listened. Nothing. She rattled the doorknob and the door opened seemingly by itself. "Bridgie?" Her eyes widened in fright and she felt her arms go numb and tingly. The room was empty. Her friend was nowhere to be seen. She backed up into the wall behind her and felt her breathing turn fast and shallow. She felt a sharp pang in her bladder and her stomach tied itself in knots. A loud screech caught her off guard and she turned to see something small fluttering above her.
"Oh Crap!" She shouted and took off running towards the door at the end of the hallway. She opened the door and shut herself in. If she kept breathing so fast she would surely hyperventilate.
Screeeeeeech!
She felt a trickle of warmth release into her cotton panties. She quickly pressed her hand deep and clenched the flow. She could hear the sound through the door. "It's a just a bird or a bat stuck in the house," she said aloud still breathing heavy. She felt the wetness in underwear and squirmed uncomfortably. She looked around and seemed to be in a storage room of some sort. There were old paintings stacked against each other, statues covered in sheets, and a suit of rusty armor that looked to be from the middle ages.
Bridget awoke with a start. "What the?" She looked around and seemed to be sitting in a plush chair in the middle of a library. Her heart beat fast against her ribcage. The last thing she remembered was closing the bathroom door and walking towards the bathtub. Her mind was woozy and felt a throbbing against the back of her head. She reached her hand up to touch it and felt a sick gooeyness. Blood.
The lights of the library danced around as she tried to regain her composure. She put a hand down onto the seat and felt more warm wetness. More blood? Was she covered in blood? She ran her hand across her thighs and noticed the fluid wasn't blood at all. She was soaking in her own urine. She looked down to see her dress pulled up. Her white panties were saturated with pee and turned a light yellow color. She could smell it now, lingering in her nose. She must have accidentaly peed while she was out cold. She stood up and stumbled over the to door of the library. She opened it and fell through to the ground into another room.
"Bridget!!" Rosie yelled. She ran over and picked her friend from the ground.
"Rosie?"
"I'm here. What happened to you?"
"I think somebody hit me. I don't remember." She held on tight to her friend. "Rosie?"
"Yeah?"
"I peed on myself."
"It's OK It's OK." Rosie supported her friend and carried her back through the door into the library. She set her down in an armchair that wasn't covered in piss. "What the hell is going on in this house? We have to get out of here!"
"Duh," Bridget replied, her head still swimming.
Rosie fidgeted uncontrollably, jumping up and down in place.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I have to go to the bathroom really bad. If we don't get out of here right now I swear I'm gonna pee my pants too." She bit her lip.
"Let's see if I can stand up straight." She felt a little wobbly but managed to get upright. "OK."
The girl's began to walk to the door. Rosie walked quicker as bladder screamed for release.
"Slow down Rosie, I'm getting dizzy."
"Sorry. I just have to go so bad." She squirmed as she walked and felt cold sweat forming on her face. She lef her injured friend through the storage and almost into the hallway when she remembered the screeching sound. Her muscles tensed and she gingerly opened the door, peeking out with a sense of fear. The noisy culprit had vanished. Her bladder was too full and she waddled down the long hallway like a little girl who wasn't quite potty trained. When they reached the staircase she felt her urethra give slightly, and a small spurt find it's way out into her already damp underwear. She quickly stopped the pee but felt it reach inside of her thigh, finding her sheer white tights. It wouldn't be long now before her muscles would fail her completely.
Bridget held onto her as she lowered themselves slowly down the stairs. She didn't like the feeling of cold wet fabric chafing against sensitive areas of skin.
Rosie felt as though she really would burst all over. "Bridgie, I can't hold it. I don't know what to do. I'm gonna pee I'm gonna pee." She was shaking all over.
"We're almost there," The blonde said quietly.
They reached the bottom of the staircase and walked halfway down the marble floored foyer when a flash of light erupted around the room. Rosie grabbed herself hard as a torrent of liquid rushed from inside her. It ran it's way down both of her legs as she tried hard to plug the flow. She looked up and her heart pounded. There in front of them stood the barista, Adrian, a long cape swirling behind him as he walked toward the girls.
"Welcome to my home!" He growled with a cackle.
It was all too much for Rosie who could no longer subdue to the river of urine that flooded her panties and soaked through her white tights in long streaks. She let go of her friend and closed her eyes. Her pee escaped violently and splattered across the hard marble floor, filling her thin canvas shoes and forming a large pool beneach her.
Adrian floated over to the bewildered girls, a menacing smile on his face. Rosie fell to her knees, further soaking herself in the puddle of warm urine on the ground.
"Do you like my house?" He asked. "I've had this old place for generations now."
Bridget looked up and in a daze, thought she saw a sharp pair of fangs reaching out of the boy's mouth, and felt a new stream of warmth running down her legs.
The boy laughed as all of the lights in the house turned to darkness.
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"Hey Dez! You going to the after party?" It was one of my friends.I sighed. "Nah. I'm a little out of it." I shout back with the solemn response.I wanted to do something mind numbing. Something more than just the same routine. I wanted to be somewhere where no one knew me for once. I decided instead to head into a night club. Lights. Action. Bass drum. Mind-numbing. One hundred twenty-four beats per. Twice the speed of a beating heart.I kept my head down and my hood up. I didn't want anyone pointing me out of the crowd. God, they all looked so good. The girls in their skirts, batting eyes, the beads of sweat. Everyone was so beautiful in those flashing lights.I couldn't wait to join the crowd. With my throat parched however, I needed a drink. Joining the bartender, I called out. "Hey." The tall, muscular bold man turned his head in my direction. "Know how to make a Shirley Templar?" There was a questioning look in his face. I laughed. "It's just the usual with some gin stirred into the mix." It was something I invented. It was no surprise he wouldn't know the drink.I allowed the bass to clear my thoughts. As I sat at the bar, an attractive, very mellow female had joined me. She held up her hand. Two shots. I knew that gesture. The bartender nodded in her direction. "Coming right up."Her eyes met mine. "Where you from?" She sparked the conversation. "Never saw you around here before."Pretty lame introduction. I shrugged. "Around." I gave a snark response. I found myself yelling over the bass. The woman gave a laugh. Turning her full attention towards me. This is the first time I saw her through the flashing lights. Short blond hair. Blue eyes. A smile that even sparkled. It was enough to make me smirk. I observed her more. She seemed to be wearing tight jeans and a leather lace top. It hugged her body beautifully, as if she where to be made of art."No, I mean. I never seen you in this club." Her voice continuing to yell over the bass. "What's your name?"Great she was wanting to do small talk. This didn't seem to bother me too much. It was nice to talk to someone different for a change. "Miles." I speak. "My name is Desmond Miles."Another laugh. She gave me a wider smile. "Nice to meet you Mr. Miles. My name is Aya Brea." It was a moment after I was given my drink. Perfect timing."You can call me Desmond." I correct her.The night carried on. We shared a few stories. I was surprised enough to hear she was a cop. Not really enjoying her job it seem. I must have gotten drunk. I told her that operating in a night club was no stranger to me. She had gotten me to laugh. It was nice to talk to someone with more sense than the depressing bastards.As I downed my fourth Shirley Templar, I felt the urge to pee, but seeing that I could hold out until at least midnight, I ignored the feeling. It was soon that I realized that Aya herself was opening up. She wanted to do something, but I couldn't read her that well. For once, it was unpredictable.Aya reached out her arms, gripping my left arm. "You wanna dance?" She asks. "Come on! I can show you how to have a good time."I seemed a little stubborn at first. I was a new man. Born again. Alone but alive. Trying to forget. Maybe tonight, just tonight I wouldn't have to endure my shyness. I wanted the company. Aya just.... She represented herself at a difficult time. Then again, I was interrupted by a thought... Let go, Desmond. Just let it go. Forget it.The time sluggishly went by, but for once I was thankful. We had danced the night away. I was happy. Maybe she was the "one" I was searching for after all. My body close to Aya. The way she touched me at times. Rubbing against me. It felt... good. I often found myself groping her. She didn't seem to mind.The music blurred my senses. Aya was allowing this. Letting the music move her. We both seemed to need this moment. Please. Don't let this end. I had begged.The scene shifted as I felt my urge come back again, but I had the feeling if I left, I would never see her again. "Do you want to head back to my place?" I practically had to yell in her ear. There was a smile. A nod. Finally. A break.Knowing that both Aya and I are drunk. I was going to be a rough night if one of us decided to drive. Aya insisted on calling a cab. Being responsible, I agreed.Heading back home, I couldn't help but notice something. Aya is needing to pee herself. Back from the party and knowing we had quite a few drinks, I couldn't blame her. It was a slight reminder of my own urge too. Aya must have consumed more than myself. I pretend to ignore. She was crossing her legs; focusing on her need.It must have been hard for her to maintain, though it seemed to be more than a turn on for me. Maybe because I was trying to keep my cool for the same situation? I needed to pee pretty badly by now. I wanted to grip myself. Anything to push back my urge. My bladder is a hard by now. All evening it has stretched and expanded to accommodate the hours. The urine in my body has generated sending stronger and stronger signals that it needs to be emptied. I ignored it as best I could. I resisted with all my strength. So thinking of Aya and her need wasn't as bad, I started to fantasize. This way it wouldn't become too critical.As we reach back to my pace, I can see the need and urgency in Aya's face. I pay the cab seeing Aya seemed to be having trouble getting to her money. I could tell Aya took it more of a compliment than anything. As soon we climb the stairs and get out of public eye, I keep forward. Though, Aya seems to be dying by now. She leans forward.I fumbled for my keys, more distracted as Aya shoves her hand up her crotch. Her legs even buckled. Maybe she was more desperate than I thought? I couldn't help but to pant with that thought. Hot... too.. hot. Ugh. Was I really being turned on by her desperation. Damn. What the hell? Why was I being turned on like this? I couldn't help it. I could hear Aya whispering and swearing to herself.I felt my dick throb. I was becoming hard. Don't stare. Don't stare. I repeat to myself, trying to keep focused. My keys slipped into my door. Aya was really trying her best to keep under control. It must have been embarrassing for her.My breathing got heavy as we walk into my place. I must have been sweating more than I realized. Bad time to be turned on. But was it really? It was nice to see a weakness of a woman who appeared to be strong... sexy... No.. No... not that. Aya had inched her way to another position. Pretending herself not to focus on her need.Then there it was again. Another throb. Damn... my urge was getting worse. I needed to pee. And soon. By now I realized I was reaching my limit. Why doesn't she just ask? Better yet... why didn't I just tell her I needed to go as well? I was being a complete idiot. I was getting horny. Dear god... this can't be. I needed to come to terms that I was... that I was being turned on. Not just by her, but holding out on her as well. Seeing Aya desperate made me VERY hard.My bladder was pounding. Aching. I started to get a look on her face. Aya noticed. Instead of saying anything, there was a slight smile on her face. I have to bend over by now, but she saw. She KNEW. Oh no... No no no no... don't do this in front of her. She approached me, getting into my space. I needed to squeeze my dick by now. Anything. Yet Aya was face to face with me. It was with action. No words.Aya is seeing me start to tremble. Through that she watched. Seeing my troubles made her feel secure. I could feel a little pee trying to escape. I panic. Aya could sense my desperation by now, rubbing by crotch. I didn't want to wet myself in front her her. I gave a nervous laugh. We both need to pee, but don't wish to admit to such low circumstances. I hold back, hoping not to make this more awkward than it already had become.Aya rubbed herself against me more. She was doing all that she could to help herself hold back. "I know we know this." Aya finally blurts out. "We need to pee. bad. Really. I can't hold myself any longer." She pressed herself harder into my leg. Frantically trying to fight my own urge. I wanted to be a gentleman, let her go first. Yet...I say nothing. I couldn't help myself either. I kiss Aya. I continue to do so as my hands wrap around her. She groaned in response. Yet... she didn't pull away. I was in the clear to continue. Both of us were in the moment, forgetting our problems for just the moment. I kiss down her neck, absorbing her pleasure like a sponge.Aya is getting edgy. Her groans turning into soft moans. Fighting the complex mix of desperation and becoming turned on herself. My hands start to untie the leather top she was wearing. She was quick to react by ripping off my hoodie... and my shirt. By now, I was feeling exposed. I know she saw it. My bladder being swollen and as hard as a rock,"You weren't kidding..." Aya whispered into my ear as she started teasing me.I return her reaction, allowing her to play. I did the same was I ran my hand over her jeans. Her belt restricting her desperation as best as it could. I gave myself an evil, cynical idea. I unbuckle her belt. This was my turn to feel how hard her bladder was. She was just as bad as me. Perhaps worse by this point? We both waste no time unbuttoning our jeans.This was getting intense. We were both turned on. Not holding back anymore. But to be honest, sex was the last thing on my mind seeing I was more desperate than horny. Though, I could tell that Aya was more horny than desperate. She wanted more from me. Sure, I would be happy to give it, but this would have to wait.I needed to beg to her to get off me if not a moment. Being patient was passing and I needed to pee. Aya began kissing me hungrily. She wrapped her fingers around my dick. Damn. No... please.. not now. My breathing increases as I postpone my urgency. Maybe I could hold off. That's if I could quickly get it out of the way.I go in for a deep kiss as I kiss down her neck again. Aya began to thrust, though I was quick to rub her as well. How could I forget? She needed to go as badly as myself. "You know." I say between kissing. "We could both go and have fun after..." That thought made me even harder. Her soft skin was now against me. I couldn't help but to now be on top of her.With us so close together, I couldn't help but to grope her whole body. We were both clouded with excitement to stop each other. Though, by now I could see Aya squirm. She begins to tremble. There was a powerful urge trying to release itself. I could feel it as Aya was trying to charm her way out.Her thoughts change. "Desmond!" Aya cries out, forcing her hands into her crotch. The desperation for her was getting out of control. She started to wet herself. Aya was crying out. She didn't want to end up this way. Losing the battle and giving into her baser urges wasn't something she was willing to accept.Aya cried out as she wet herself. Cries of pleasure follow. "That must have felt good." I wanted to assure her."I couldn't hold on." Aya admitted. "I'm sorry, Desmond." She began crying.Clearing her tears away, I kissed her neck again. "Don't be shy about that. To be honest. This was the first time this has ever happened to me."There was a confusing look on her face. "You... accepted that?"I said nothing more as I brought her face into view. "You what to know something?" Her eyes met mine. "Don't feel embarrassed." I released the pressure from my bladder. Warm pee soaking not only me, but Aya as well. This was something either of us have EVER experienced.The passion escalated. "Oh Desmond..." There was nothing more Aya could say.I continued to pee for several seconds as Aya held on to me. It's been done. There was nothing more that could have been more.. satisfying... Picking Aya up, I lead her into my bedroom as our night of passion was only beginning. |
Tom awoke slowly in the darkness of their bedroom. His chocolate brown eyes opened groggily, blinking a few times in an effort to clear his vision as he tried to make out the red display on the small alarm clock resting on the oak nightstand next to the bed he shared with his girlfriend, Kelly. He moaned as consciousness seeped into his mind and, blinking again, he finally made out the digits glaring back at him.
4:52am
There was a good bit of space between him and Kelly as she tended to sleep on the edge of the bed. Rolling onto his back, Tom stretched his legs beneath the down comforter and yawned quietly. He drew in a quick breath when he suddenly felt a cold dampness underneath his right hip. Opening his eyes fully, he gently pulled the covers down and patted his green cotton boxers. Tom furrowed his brow, nearly knitting his brown eyebrows together when he noted that, while his boxers were dry, the bed sheet beneath him was not. He sat up and grabbed his phone, using it to shine some light from its screen on the bed.
Oh no. Not again.
The wet spot was spread halfway up Kelly’s back and centered on her pink, cotton-clad bottom. The right side of her thick pajama pants, the side she was currently sleeping on, was thoroughly soaked down almost to the back of her knee while her thinner, white night shirt was yellowed to just below her ribs. Tom shook his head and placed the phone back on the nightstand next to the clock. He gently placed one hand on her dry left hip and brushed the short, dirty blonde hair from her ear as he leaned over.
“Kelly.” He whispered. “Kelly, honey you need to wake up.” His gentle effort was met with a muffled groan. “Kelly, it happened again. You had an accident. Come on, we need to get you cleaned up.” Tom gently shook Kelly’s hip as she began to move. Her slender arms moved to stretch as she turned over onto her back. Tom cringed as he realized what she must have felt when she did that. Her sky blue eyes opened quickly.
“What time is it?” She asked. Before Tom could answer her, she gasped at the cool dampness beneath her and covering her right leg. As Tom moved to hold her, Kelly batted his hands away and pulled the blanket off of her. Staring down at the sopping mess that was her pants and bed, Kelly said nothing and, pursing her thin pink lips, buried her face in her hands. “God dammit! Why?” Her muffled voice escaped through her fingers as Tom put his arms around her.
“It’s ok. It’s almost time to get up anyway. We’ll clean this up and…” He was interrupted as Kelly pulled away, embarrassed and angry.
“Just…just get a bath and the washer started.” She pulled herself out of the wet bed and stood up. She looked at him with red, puffy eyes and then down at the wet spot. “I’ll take care of this.”
Tom hated to see Kelly like this. This was the third time in a little over a week that she had wet the bed. He knew she was under some stress at work and, going on that, began making an effort to make things as relaxing and stress free as he could at home. He started the washing machine and then went into the bathroom to start the water for Kelly’s bath. As the hot water filled the tub, Tom added some bubble bath into it hoping that would help her mood. As he watched the tub fill, he heard Kelly loading the washer with the sheets and her pajamas. He went into the kitchen to start on breakfast.
Kelly peeled off her soaked panties and threw them angrily into the washer with the rest of the load. She was angry with herself. Angry about not handling the stress, angry about wetting the bed and angry about it not getting any better. She gritted her teeth in shame as she looked down at the soaked, blonde hair between her slender thighs and walked naked into the bathroom. Slowly lowering herself into the tub and muttering under breath about the bubbles, Kelly began thinking to herself.
I’m 27 years old. This is ridiculous. Why am I wetting myself like a damn kid? Maybe it’s the merger. Maybe becoming a junior partner isn’t worth it. What’s Tom got to be thinking of me now?
Kelly stepped out into the kitchen after getting dressed and emptying the tub. At 5’5” and 124lbs, she was an amazing sight. Short, dirty blonde hair framed a small nose and pink lips. Her sky blue eyes brought out the natural red in her round cheeks. She was dressed in a dark blue jacket over a white silk blouse and sported a matching knee-length skirt that showed off her shapely calves. Kelly looked every bit the lawyer she wanted to be throughout college and was very good at what she did. It only made her more ashamed when she woke up in wet pants.
“Enjoy the bubble bath?” Tom sat down opposite her and started eating. Kelly shook her head and began eating as well.
“I’m not a fucking baby, Tom. I don’t need bubble baths and coddling after I wet the bed.” She said it gently enough, but put her fork down as soon as she realized what she said.
“I know.” Tom said quietly. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to help and…” Kelly looked at him and smiled sadly.
“I’m sorry, Tom. It’s just that I…” she struggled for the words. “I…I don’t know where to go with this. Maybe you’re right and it’s just the stress, but it’s still humiliating as hell to wake up like that.”
“It’ll be fine. Once the merger is done and you’re made a junior partner this will go away.” Tom cocked his head to the left a bit when Kelly bit her lip.
“But what if I don’t make junior partner? Even if the merger goes off without a hitch, there’s no guarantee…” Kelly was stopped mid-sentence. She didn’t even see him get up. Her mouth was suddenly claimed by his in a passionate kiss. She felt his hand caressing her right cheek as his tongue met hers. After a few moments, Tom drew back and smiled.
“Then you don’t get junior partner. It’s not the end of the world. You’ll still have a good job. I’ll still love you.” He kissed her gently again before returning to his seat.
“Even if I’m still peeing in your bed?” Kelly asked sheepishly.
“Yeah.” Tom sat down and resumed eating his breakfast. “Even if you’re still peeing in our bed.”
(( It has been a very long time since I've written any omorashi or any kind of erotica. I'm thinking about making this into a series and would like some feedback. )) |
Harry Potter was not a happy wizard. Earlier that day he had woken up to a wet bed - for the eighth night in a row - and had gotten into a minor duel with Draco Malfoy in the corridor before breakfast. Flich, of course, had to be the one that caught them and took them to McGonnagal. Sick of their constant fighting, McGonnagal decided to force the two to cooperate. She'd ordered them to pack a bag, telling them that they were going to be spending the weekend away from their dorms.
Nervous, Harry walked slowly back to McGonnagal's office after packing his bag. He'd be spending the weekend with Malfoy. He wasn't sure what that entailed, but with Harry's growing bedwetting problem and occasional day wetting problems Harry wasn't sure he'd survive with his pride intact.
He came upon the office door and was unable to dally any longer. Knocking and getting a response, Harry opened the dooe hesitantly. Malfoy was already back, looking as if someone had stuffed an entire lemon in his mouth.
"Follow me, boys," McGonnagal ordered, and took off quickly down the corridor not waiting for the boys to follow her.
Glaring at one another, they complied, chasing after their professor as she made her way through the castle, opening doors and turning paths that Harry had not explored before. He wasn't even sure they were on the Map. Malfoy looked as lost as he did, so Harry was sure this part of the castle was long forgotten by the students, making the young Gryffindor more nervous with each passing second.
Finally, McGonnagal stopped in front of a tall oak door. She turned to her students giving them a calculating glare.
"This room was built by the founders when they first discovered how volitile young Gyrffindors and Slytherins can be towards one another." she started. "The room was used to house problem students, keeping them there until they could learn to get along." Harry gulped at that. He and Malfoy were like fire and water; it would take years for the boys to solve their problems, if ever.
"However," McGonnagal continued, "that rule was disbanded many years ago. These days the room is hardly used, and only in extreme circumstances. It was also changed to allow students to leave after three days. Locking them up in here for weeks or months caused a drastic slip in grades."
"So we'll only have to be in here until Monday morning?" Harry asked.
"Yes. However, after speaking with Professors Dumbledore and Snape we decided that it would be best to have you stay in this room every weekend until you learn to get along."
"WHAT!" Shrieked Malfoy, aghast.
"Do not ask me to repeat myself, Mr. Malfoy." McGonagall warned. "The house elves will provide you with your meals and will unlock the door Monday morning in time for your first class." With that she swished her wand and the door opened. "This is a time of war; you two are the leaders of your houses, and in order for us to win this war you two need to set aside your personal differences and get along.
"You are also required to surrender your wands while you are in the room. You will not be needing magic, and you clearly cannot be trusted not to do bodily harm to each other when unsupervised." Glaring at the grumbles of protest, Harry grudgingly gave his professor his wand. Malfoy slowly gave his wand up as well, although Harry swore he heard Malfoy mummer something about his father hearing about this.
She hustled the two into the room, shutting it behind them quickly. Harry heard the door lock behind them. Resigned, Harry looked at the room they were in. It was an average sized room, done in tones of soft browns and creams. Two beds were at the far wall, night tables and dressers beside them. Closer to the door was a large fireplace, a sofa and two armchairs facing it. A bookshelf stood off to the side, and opposite it was a door Harry assumed lead to the bathroom. No place for Harry to really avoid Malfoy, however, the more pressing problem was that Harry was not seeing a way to hide his nighttime problem from his arch enemy.
Thinking about his bladder made Harry realize that his bladder soon needed release. He sat his bag down on one of the beds and was just about to turn to the bathroom when Malfoy stormed his way past, heading for the loo.
"Hey, I was about to go in there." Harry protested.
"Too slow Potter. I need a shower. A Malfoy is expected to look his best at all times, even when there is no one important around to see him." With that he shut the door, leaving Harry and his bladder on the wrong side of the bathroom.
Harry heard the shower turn on, the sound of running water making his bladder twinge. It wasn't a desperate twinge, not yet, and Harry figured he could wait it out and he set about unpacking his things.
Half an hour later the shower was still running and Harry began to grow desperate. He had taken a seat by the fireplace and tried to read his new Quidditch book, but he couldn't stop squirming. If Malfoy took much longer Harry wasn't sure he could wait it out without accident. Gathering up his willpower Harry turned back to his book, doing his best to ignore his persistant bladder. He was sixteen years old and he could damn well act like it.
Ten minutes later Harry heard the shower shut off. Finally, Harry though, setting his book aside, preparing himself to rush to the loo the second Malfoy vacated the room. His bladder had turned painful and he couldn't stop himself from squirming at the prospect of soon being able to release himself. Harry, however, underestimated the time it would take Malfoy to get dressed after his shower. Ten more minutes had passed and still the Slytherin boy hadn't come out. Harry was beginning to panic. He no longer tried to restrain his squirming. He crossed his legs, but that was no help. Minutes more passed and Harry knew it wouldn't be much longer before he would loose it. Glancing at the bathroom door Harry decided he had to chance asking Malfoy how much longer he'd be.
"Oi! Malfoy! Would you hurry up in there?"
"A Malfoy's beauty takes time to complete." Came the muffled response.
Harry groaned in fustration. If a Malfoy's beauty took too much longer to complete Harry wouldn't make it. The pressure just kept building and building. Harry's hand began to slip its way down to his penis, grabbing himself through his jeans and squeezing, trying to relieve himself of some of the pressure. It worked for a minute, and Harry began to relax a bit.
Inside the bathroom Malfoy turned on the tap, the sound carrying outside to Harry's weak and protesting bladder. His slightly relaxed bladder couldn't take it, and he released a few drops of golden liquid into his boxers before he could grasp himself tighter, moaning.
Harry was now completely tense and unable to keep still. His leg was jiggling, and his left hand was reaching down to join his other hand in grasping himself. He squeezed tighter as he felt a sharp pain flow through his lower abdomen. His bladder strained, and he couldn't stop a small squirt from leaking out into his now damp boxers. Harry grit his teeth, crossed his legs, and hoped to Merlin Malfoy would get out of that bathroom. Harry wasn't sure he could last any longer.
More minutes passed and Harry found it harder and harder to keep himself dry. He heard the tap turn off just as his bladder let go for a few seconds. Regaining control of his aching bladder was much harder this time, and Harry looked down to find a small dark spot in the crotch of his jeans.
Just as Harry wasn't sure he would last a minute longer Malfoy exited the bathroom. Harry jumped to his feet, his bladder leaking more drops out as he moved. Ignoring Malfoy's snide comments, Harry quickly pushed past him, slamming the door shut as he finally made it to the loo. However, those last, desperate, steps had been Harry's undoing. His poor bladder could take no more and Harry stood in the middle of the bathroom, his bladder emptying itself. It was all Harry could do not to moan loudly in pleasure as the golden puddle gathered at his feet.
As the final drops escaped, reality hit Harry like a bludger. Here he was, wandless and stuck in a room with Draco Malfoy, surrounded by a puddle of his own pee. How would he clean up this mess?
Thinking quickly, Harry pulled off his sodden jeans and boxers, using them to mop up the puddle. He wet his shirt in the sink and used it to clean up the remaining traces of his accicent, throwing it all in the hamper when he was done. Luckily, the hmaper was still charmed to send any dirty clothes directly to the house elves for cleaning, so Malfoy would never know. Harry hopped in the shower, thinking to himself that this weekend was going to feel more like a week if Malfoy kept hogging the bathroom. He still wasn't sure what he was going to do about his nighttime wettings.
This is my very first time ever writing a fic of any kind, so please be kind. Constructive criticism is welcome, as is undying love. Keep in mind I wrote this in about an hour, and it's not edited. Mistakes are sure to appear. If people seem to like this I'll probably contiune when I have time. |
Chapter 2
The rest of the afternoon went by smoothly, with both boys ignoring the other. Harry worked on his schoolwork and for the first time ever he was done before late Sunday night. Despite Hermione's nagging, Harry and Ron had always put their work off until the last minute.
Harry made sure to make several more trips to the loo throughout the day, not wanting to get put into another situation like that morning. Luckily, or unluckily, it seemed like Malfoy was only a bathroom hog when he knew Harry needed to get in.
Around ten o'clock the house elves brought the two an evening snack, with a warning that the lights were spelled to shut off at exactly midnight, and that McGonagall’s orders were for the boys to be in bed before then. Harry was disheartened. He'd been thinking about his situation all afternoon and decided that if he didn't drink anything after supper and stayed up really late he might be able to make it through the night dry. Being told that he had a curfew along with the tempting hot chocolate that the house elf had served went against Harry's plan.
Maybe if I just sip it. It would look strange if I didn't drink it. Malfoy's gulping his down.
So Harry drank slowly, hoping that this screw in his plan wouldn't ruin things too much. He'd pee twice before going to bed. It would work. It had to.
Of course it didn't work.
Early the next morning Harry woke with a start. It took him a moment to get his bearings, used to waking up in Gryffindor Tower after six years at Hogwarts. After remembering where he was - and who he was with - Harry noticed his problem. He was lying in a puddle of cool liquid. Clearly he did not make it through the night dry, and peeing twice before bed hadn't helped. Harry groaned silently. How would he manage to hide this from Malfoy? More urgently, Harry could feel his bladder straining, telling him he needed to use the loo again, and soon.
Harry looked over at Malfoy's bed to find it empty. Looking around the room Harry didn't see Malfoy anywhere. Harry almost sighed in relief until he remembered that Malfoy couldn't leave the room. If he wasn't here then he must be in the bathroom. Looking at the door with dread Harry noted that the door was indeed closed, and he could hear faint sounds coming from inside the room. Damn. Harry squirmed, his pajamas uncomfortably damp and the waistband pressing unhelpfully into his aching bladder. Waking up in the morning meant anyone would have to pee pretty bad, but for Harry it meant he had minutes or less. Harry couldn't decide what was worse; wetting his bed again or getting up and begging Malfoy to let him in the loo. Either way Harry braced himself for the inevitable fact that Malfoy would be seeing him with wet pants and sheets.
Deciding to suck it up and ask Malfoy to let him in the loo, Harry started peeling himself apart from the soggy sheets when the bathroom door swung open, startling Harry, and in turn, his overfull bladder. His poor bladder couldn't take the scare and it let go in a strong stream. He froze, barely containing a moan of contentment at finally letting go. Harry glanced down at his crotch, noting that his pants had been so wet already that this new stream arched straight up from his lap, as if there were no barriers. Harry glanced back up at Malfoy, who was standing in the middle of the room, staring at Harry's crotch in shock. Harry, caught between watching Malfoy and watching the stream of urine leave his body, was sure he looked like one of those Muggle bobble heads, glancing up and down in rapid session.
After what seemed like several long minutes, the stream began to slow down, no longer flowing from his pants like a fountain. When all that was left were a few dribbles Harry hesitantly looked up at Malfoy.
Malfoy, for once, seemed speechless, still staring at Harry's wet pants, blinking owlishly.
"Malfoy..." Harry began, not really sure what to say.
Harry's voice seemed to break Malfoy's trance.
"What the sodding hell Potter? Are you five years old? Can't you control yourself or is this what all of the cool Gryffindors do?" He sneered.
"No," Harry murmured quietly, ashamed.
"You're not Harry Potter, you're Harry Potty!" Malfoy snorted, amused at his own joke.
Harry could feel tears threatening to fall at Malfoy's cruelty. He knew it wouldn't take long for Malfoy to spread the story around the school come Monday morning. By suppertime everyone would be calling him Potty.
Harry looked down at his mess, more ashamed and embarrassed than ever. "Please," he whispered, "Please don't tell anyone."
Malfoy stared at him, sneer still on his face. "Well why shouldn't I tell everyone that the great Potter can't even go potty on his own?"
Harry couldn't help it; a tear escaped.
"How do you plan on defeating the Dark Lord? wetting on him?" Malfoy continued.
"Please don't," Harry whispered again, head hung in shame and tears falling freely now.
After a minute, he could hear Malfoy move closer to the bed, but he didn't look up. He felt a hand hesitantly touch his arm.
"Hey, Potter. I was just joking. I'm not really going to say anything. McGonagall'd be really pissed if I started something so close to the war."
Harry glanced up at the blonde. Malfoy looked uncomfortable, but had a determined glint in his ice blue eyes. Eyes a person could get lost in if they let themselves...
He shook himself out of it, sniffled a bit, and said, "Really? You really won’t say anything? No one knows, not even Ron or Hermione."
"I really won’t say anything." Malfoy promised.
Harry wasn't sure what made him believe the Slytherin, but he did.
"Thanks,"
"Don't mention it. Now, let's get you cleaned up. If you take your sheets to the hamper the house elves will wash them, no questions asked. They'll probably bring you clean ones with breakfast."
Harry smiled. Malfoy was still arrogant and rude, but spending the weekend locked up with him might not be so bad. |
Chapter 3
Malfoy was right. When the house elves showed up with breakfast they brought Harry clean sheets, and even spelled the mattress dry. They said nothing about it, for which Harry was grateful. He kept waiting for Malfoy to change his mind about not telling anyone and start making fun of Harry again. But, so far, Malfoy has barley said a word to him, content to eat his breakfast in peace. Harry followed his lead, not bold enough to say anything or try to explain what happened that morning.
With breakfast finished, Harry picked up his new Quidditch book to read whilst Malfoy took out some boring looking book about Wizarding history. The two spent most of their morning in silence, not speaking until Malfoy marked his place in the book he was reading and sighed loudly.
“I’m bored.” He announced. “I don’t suppose you’d fancy a game of wizard’s chess?”
“I haven’t brought my chess pieces.” Harry told him sadly. There wasn’t much to do cooped up in this small room and a game of chess would have been a nice distraction from the boredom.
“I’ve got an extra set.”
“Great. I’m not very good though. No strategy.” Harry said as Malfoy walked across the room to gather the board and pieces.
“That’s fine. It means I get to win more.” Malfoy looked positively gleeful as he spoke. Leave it to the Slytherin to get excited at the prospect of besting Harry at something.
The two boys played chess quietly for a while, only speaking to direct pieces. Halfway through the second game Malfoy hesitantly brought up the subject Harry’d been dreading.
“So… Er. What was this morning about?” He asked as he directed his Queen to take Harry’s Knight.
Harry kept his eyes on the chessboard, concentrating on cleaning up his ruined Knight.
“I… Er. Well… It’s… It’s not my fault. I. Er. Well, I can’t really… I’ve got…” Harry really didn’t know how to explain things so that Malfoy wouldn’t laugh at him and kept stumbling over his words, trying to think of a way out of explaining his situation.
Malfoy looked at him with empathy in his eyes. “Harry,” he started, shocking the other boy with the use of his first name and causing Harry to look up and lock eyes with the blonde. “I promise you, whatever you say won’t leave this room. You can tell me.”
The sincerity Harry saw in the Slytherin’s eyes gave him the courage to speak.
“It started when I was a kid, three or four maybe. Aunt Petunia had finally gotten Dudley potty trained, so she decided that I was old enough to stop wearing diapers, too, even though she’d never bothered to teach me. I quickly learned not to have accidents around the house, but at night I couldn’t help it. Uncle Vernon -” Harry’s voice broke at the name and he finally broke his gaze with the ice blue eyes. “Uncle Vernon would beat me every morning that I wet.”
Harry felt a gentle hand cup his cheek, forcing his head upward to meet Malfoy’s eyes once again.
“Harry, it wasn’t your fault. You were just a kid. What they did was wrong.”
“That wasn’t all they did.” Harry was scared to continue. He’d never told anyone this before. He still wasn’t really sure what was compelling him to confide in Mal - Draco. If Draco could call Harry by his first name then so could he.
“Things started getting worse. The hitting, I mean. One morning I woke up really wet. I guess I’d had too much to drink before bed or something. I was soaking wet and the mattress was ruined. Uncle Vernon was furious. I had never seen him that mad. He hit me and hit me until I collapsed. Then he started kicking me. I think my ribs were broken and my arm certainly was, I was bleeding everywhere and still he didn’t stop.” Harry’s voice broke with a sob, but he couldn’t stop talking. Words were pouring from his mouth and he didn’t think he could stop talking if he tried. “Then he hit something and I’ve never felt such pain before. Even facing Voldemort I’ve never felt pain that bad. I’m not sure what he did but he must have gotten my bladder somehow. It let go then and I wet all over the carpet. Vernon went into a rage and the last thing I remembered was seeing his foot come down across my face.
“I woke up later in my closet. I don’t know how much time had passed, but my arm and ribs were better. I didn’t understand it at the time but I guess I must have magiced myself better. My lower stomach still hurt bad, my bladder I realized later, but at the time I didn’t know. I laid there for hours and no one let me out. It wasn’t the longest I’d been locked in my closet, but usually when they were leaving me there for long periods of time they’d leave me a bucket for.. y’know. Bathroom purposes. This time they didn’t and I started to have to go real bad. I didn’t want to get into more trouble by wetting again so I held it for as long as I could. When I finally couldn’t hold it any longer it hurt so bad. I couldn’t go at first and it scared me. It felt like a knife was stabbing at me.”
At some point Draco had moved around the table to sit next to Harry. He felt a warm arm wrap around his waist and Harry willing leaned into the embrace. Harry was openly sobbing now, unable to catch his breath. Draco murmuring calming words and rubbing his back only caused Harry to cry harder, and when Draco pulled the younger boy closer to him, he didn’t protest. He buried his head into the crook of Draco’s neck and sobbed for his lost childhood.
Some minutes later Harry pulled himself together, pushing himself away from the blond, embarrassed by his emotional breakdown. Draco wouldn’t let him go far, keeping one arm around the boy’s waist for comfort.
“I guess it was the combination of the kick from earlier and holding it so long after, but since that day I’ve always had a really weak bladder. I’ve never been able to stay dry when I sleep, and since I’m a pretty heavy sleeper most nights I wake up wet.” Harry finished his story, emotionally spent.
“Harry,” the other boy started. “You know that none of that was your fault, right? You were just a little kid. You didn’t deserve to have any of that happen to you.”
Harry nodded. “I know. Doesn’t make it any less embarrassing that I can’t even control my own bladder.”
Draco sympathized, he knew what it felt like not to have control over things.
“I know. But Harry, when you’re with me you don’t have anything to feel ashamed about, okay? I won’t make fun of you anymore, and I’m sorry I did earlier.”
“It’s okay. I must have made a pretty funny sight.”
“More like shocking. I had no idea what was going on. First I thought it was some sort of prank till I remembered that we couldn’t use magic. Does anyone else know this? Weasley or Granger? Madame Pomfrey?”
“No, no one. You won’t tell anyone, will you?” Bright green eyes met Draco’s, pleading with him silently.
“No,” he promised. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Thanks, Draco. For not saying anything, and for… being here.”
They eventually broke apart, going back to their chess game, which Harry lost spectacularly. They played a few more games, stopping when the house elves brought in lunch. They talked the rest of the afternoon, Harry sharing more details of growing up with the Dursleys and his wetting problem, and Draco speaking of growing up in the Wizarding world. It felt freeing to Harry to be able to talk so openly about his childhood; even Ron and Hermione didn’t know most of the stories Harry was telling Draco. All of a sudden Draco had gone from his school nemesis to his confidant, and Harry had no clue how it happened or if it was going to last.
He voiced his thoughts during a lull in conversation.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen. Only certain Order members know I switched sides. Dumbledore wants me to be a spy like Snape but I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it.”
“Does this mean that our… friendship.. can’t leave this room?” Harry asked, not even sure how to label this new development.
“I don’t think it can, not until I decide what I’m going to do. My father still sends me letters from Azkaban, trying to ensure my support of the Dark Lord in his absence. Mother seems to be going along with him.”
“That’s okay.” Harry was disheartened. He felt as if he had finally found someone who he could truly trust with his secrets only to have him ripped away.
“I’m sorry, Harry.” Draco noted the raven-haired boy’s change in demeanour. “We’ll find a way to still see each other. I am a Slytherin after all. We’re sneaky and clever and you know the entire castle like the back of your hand, we’ll think of something.” |
Chapter 4
The rest of the afternoon passed quickly. The boys played chess, exploding snap, and ate the snacks the house elves left for them. They quickly became more comfortable with one another and were having a genuinely good time getting to know each other without egos and classmates getting in the way. While playing what had to be the eleventh game of Wizard’s Chess that day, Harry felt a twinge in his bladder, warning him he’d soon need to use the loo. He ignored it. For once it looked like he might be gaining the advantage on Draco and he didn’t want to distract himself from the game now.
He was in the process of cornering Draco’s Queen when the urge to urinate hit him even stronger. Again, he ignored it as he gleefully checked Draco’s chess piece. Draco took a long time trying to find a way out of defeat and for every minute he took thinking strategy Harry’s bladder threw stronger and stronger signals his way. He squirmed in place, waiting for Draco to make his move so Harry could win and run to the loo.
To Harry’s dismay, Draco found a way out and Harry ended up chasing him around the board for several minutes. The longer the game went on, the more Harry needed the loo, but he didn’t want to get up now, he was having a fun time and he still seemed to have a good chance at winning.
As Harry leaned over the table in concentration, his belt buckle dug into his bladder, irritating it and causing a small dribble to let loose into his boxers. Harry quickly leaned back, subtly placing a hand at his crotch, clutching his member in hopes of holding the liquid in until the game ended.
Draco was caught up in the game and didn’t notice Harry’s growing desperation. He moved his piece further out of the way, grinning. He mightn’t win, but he could make sure Harry had to work at winning this game.
Harry groaned silently, caught in a new dilemma. Even if he asked Draco to pause the game, Harry wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stand up without completely letting go control of his bladder.
Draco found a way to destroy one of Harry’s bishops and as he reached across the table to move the broken pieces out of his way a gush of hot liquid soaked his boxers. Harry couldn’t hold back his gasp of shock, causing Draco’s concentration to move from the game to his new friend.
“Are you okay?” he asked in concern.
“No,” Harry forced out, moving his other hand to his crotch in hopes of keeping the rest of his piss from coming out. “I really need to pee.”
“Well we can pause the game while you go. I promise I won’t cheat.” The blonde laughed.
After a moment of Harry not moving Draco’s expression once again turned to concern.
“Harry?” he asked.
“I don’t think I can get up…without wetting. I’ve held it too long.” Harry said softly.
“Oh,” Draco looked lost as to what to do help him.
“Ahh,” Harry groaned as a second spurt escaped, lasting longer than the previous. After several seconds Harry regained control, squeezing the life out of his penis in attempt to stop the flow. Looking down he saw a large wet patch at the front of his jeans. It was all he could do not to let go at the sight of the wetness. He looked to Draco for help, desperation in his eyes.
“What can I do to help?” Draco asked, willing to do anything to make the sad look in Harry’s eyes go away. He might have stopped to wonder how his feelings for Harry grew so quickly if it weren’t for the younger boy’s pressing problem. Harry was now almost doubled over from the pain of stopping the flow of liquid.
“Just help me stand up. Slowly.”
Draco rushed over, trying to get the boy to his feet without jostling him too much. The other boy was in such desperation that he feared moving his hands away from his crotch would end it all. Harry was almost fully vertical when Draco moved just slightly wrong, causing his elbow to jab into Harry’s lower stomach and the despondent boy to let loose a long stream of pee. Pee flooded his boxers and trickled down his legs while Harry desperately tried to regain control before a puddle formed on the floor. After a few tense seconds he slowed the flow, but he knew it wouldn’t last for long. He could still feel a steady stream of dribbles escaping.
“Hurry,” Harry urged Draco. “I’ve stopped, but barely.”
Moving quickly, Draco ushered Harry to the bathroom, half dragging half carrying the boy who was still holding himself in a vain attempt to stop the flow that had moved past a dribble at the constant movement. Harry could feel the wet hot urine trailing down his legs. He was sure that they left a path of pee behind them but all Harry cared about was making it to the toilet before his last shred of control left him.
Draco shoved the door open and led Harry to the toilet, noting that the closer they got the darker Harry’s jeans became. He figured he’d have seconds before the floodgates opened up.
Harry’s bladder grew more insistent at the sight of heaven being so close and Harry used every bit of will power he had not to let go yet. Not when he was so close. Draco placed Harry in front of the toilet, ready to exit and leave Harry with his last shred of dignity.
Harry panicked when he saw Draco begin to walk away.
“Draco,” he groaned out, “I can’t… move my hands. I need help.”
Draco noticed Harry’s dilemma as soon as the words left the other boy’s mouth. Cursing himself for his stupidity, he rushed back to the other boy, trying to work around his hands to open Harry’s jeans.
As his jeans button opened it dug into his stomach slightly, causing another small gush of pee to escape. Harry was beyond desperate by this point and was only seconds away from giving in.
“Okay, I’ve got your pants undone, but you’ve got to move your hands so I can pull them down.”
“I can’t!” Another trickle escaped, longer this time. Harry knew if any more escaped he’d be done for.
“Uh. Here’s what we’ll do. Move one hand at a time inside your pants, ‘kay?”
Harry nodded and concentrated on slowly moving one hand inside his jeans to grasp himself directly. He was able to hold himself more directly and successfully stopped any more urine form spilling. As he moved his other hand, Draco pulled his jeans down quickly and angled him towards the toilet.
Harry let his bladder release, the moan of relief Harry let out belonging in a porn video. Harry didn’t care, nor did he care that his jeans were soaked. He made it, mostly, and he felt it was an accomplishment. He didn’t stop to think what Draco thought of the whole thing until minutes later when the steady stream trickled down and stopped. He shook the last drops out then looked up at Draco, cheeks turning pink.
“Draco, I – Sorry. I didn’t mean for that –”
“Nonsense. Harry, you misjudged and held it for too long, it’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t.” Harry burst out. “I’m sixteen bloody years old and I can’t tell how long it too long and I pissed myself.”
“You made it in the end.” Draco tried to encourage his friend.
“Barley, and only because you were there.”
“Well that’s what friends are for.”
“Friends shouldn’t have to help friends make it to the bathroom in time.”
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Harry? We’re not the normal kind of friends.” |
Chapter 5
That night, Harry went to bed with mixed feelings. He knew that if he wet the bed Draco would not make fun of him. It felt so good not to have to worry about hiding his bedwetting. However, this was also the last night they'd spend in the room. Tomorrow was Monday morning and McGonagall would be there to get them in the morning. Harry really wished that he and Draco were able to stay friends in public.
Troubled, Harry had a hard time falling asleep, spending a good hour tossing and turning. He heard Draco do the same in the bed next to him.
Eventually Draco stilled, but just when Harry thought he'd gone to sleep he heard a rustling come from the other bed, then the light from the lamp lit the room.
"What are you doing?" asked Harry.
"I have an idea." Draco announced.
"About what?"
"About how we can still see each other after this weekend." Draco pronounced proudly.
"Well, how?" Harry urged, growing excited.
"When McGonagall comes to get us tomorrow we have to pretend like nothing has changed and that we still hate each other. She said we'd be stuck in this room every weekend until we can learn to get along, so we can just take a really long time to learn our lesson. This way, even if we don't get to see each other much during the week, we're guaranteed the weekend."
"Draco you're absolutely brilliant!" Exclaimed Harry.
"I know," smirked the Slytherin, turning the light off once more.
Content that their plan would work, Harry quickly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Harry woke wet and desperate to pee again. Jumping from the bed he rushed to the bathroom to take care of business. After leaving his damp pajamas for the elves to deal with, Harry took a quick shower, then dressed for the day. When he wandered back into the main room Draco was just beginning to wake.
"Morning," Draco grunted.
"You'd better get up, McGonagall should be here soon." Harry warned as he moved to his bed to gather the wet sheets.
Draco grumbled, but gradually got out of bed, shuffling to the bathroom.
He's adorable in the morning, Harry thought, then stopped in his tracks. Did he just think of Draco as adorable? It must have been a mistake. Not enough sleep and too much stress were making his brain fuzzy. Harry shook the strange thoughts from his mind and moved toward the coffee table, were a house elf was laying out breakfast.
"Professor McGonagall is to be getting yous from yours punishment room at exactly 8:45." The elderly house elf informed him, moving to remake Harry's bed.
Harry thanked the elf for her trouble and dug in to the pile of eggs in front of him. Draco joined him several minutes later and the two ate in silence.
At precisely 8:45 there was a knock on the door, followed by the click of the lock being opened. Immediately the boys moved farther apart, Draco adapting his trademark scowl and Harry's face forming a look of displeasure. They had to pull this plan off if they wanted to be sure of their continuing friendship.
McGonagall walked in, surveying the room, eyes landing on her two students.
"Well, boys. Have you learned anything from your weekend in this room?"
"Yeah, Draco's a bloody bathroom hog." Harry muttered, just loud enough to ensure his professor heard him.
"Language, Potter." She scolded. "Mr. Malfoy?"
"Your Golden Boy talks in his sleep. Moaning about his poor, tragic life, I'm sure. I don't know how the other Gryffindors can stand his snivelling." Draco spat.
The two boys turned to each other and scowled.
"Mhhf, well I see you boys have learned nothing from your time in this room. Meet me in my office Friday after last class. You will be spending a second weekend here."
With that she turned and marched away, leaving Harry and Draco to scramble after her or get lost in the maze of unexplored corridors. They didn't even chance a look at each other for fear of McGonagall noticing. Who knew how good her feline senses were in human form.
The week passed slowly. Hermione, Ron, and the rest of the Gyrffindors were aghast at his punishment. Hermione was appalled at the idea of the isolation room, stating that it was barbaric and should have stayed unused. Harry only barley talked her out of issuing a formal complaint, terrified for a moment that he'd lose his only guarantee at a connection with Draco.
Classes went by as usual; Binns put his students to sleep, Flitwick showed them a nifty new concealment charm, Snape loudly complaining about his inept students, eyeing Harry as he did. All the while, Harry only saw Draco in class and the Great Hall, for his friends seemed to try to make up time lost on the weekend by never letting him go anywhere alone.
It was in Thursday's potions class that the only real glitch happened. Harry had a full class schedule that day, and spent lunch time revising his history essay, adding something Hermione insisted was vital information that couldn't be skipped over. Because of that, he hadn't gotten a chance to use the loo since before lunch, and midway through Snape's lecture about the important uses of unicorn hair in potions Harry's bladder started signaling him that he needed the toilet soon. Knowing that Snape never let the Gryffindors go to the loo during class, Harry did his best to try to ignore it.
Harry focused on taking notes, trying his best to keep from squirming in his seat. It worked for a while, but, fifteen minutes before the end of class, Harry's bladder contracted painfully, going from I need to go to I need to go now! Harry moved his left hand to his crotch, hunching over his desk to hide where his left hand went. Luckily, he was at the back of the classroom with only Ron on his right. Ron who was almost asleep, only waking every few minutes to scribble something down on paper.
Harry could feel a few of the first dribbles escape and clenched harder. There was no way he wetting in front of Snape and the Slytherins. He'd never live it down, and Snape would probably make him sit in his mess for the rest of class.
As the minutes slowly passed, Harry grew more and more frantic. The lecture was just winding down when Harry briefly lost control and a small spurt of hot piss dampened his trousers. He gave up all pretense of writing notes and focused solely on not losing it in class.
Draco noticed something was wrong with the Gryffindor when he had started squirming in his seat, and when Harry's left hand disappeared Draco knew the problem instantly. Harry had to use the loo, and badly. Draco spared a moment to wonder why Harry didn't ask to leave, but then remembered this was Snape. He once refused to let a girl use the bathroom, resulting in her upchucking her breakfast in her cauldron. Draco shuddered the memory and tried to focus on copying notes, but he couldn't stop himself from sneaking quick peeks at Harry every few moments. The other boy looked like he was fighting for control and Draco hoped he'd make it.
Snape had finished assigning that week's homework and was hurrying out of class. He never stayed after class, not wanting to be swarmed with confused students. Draco thought it irritating previously, but was glad for it now. Harry wasn't moving from his seat and he knew that it was because the other boy was scared to get up and jostling his weak bladder.
Draco dallied, telling his friends to go on ahead of him, he had something to do.
Across the room, Harry was telling his friends the same, and though they looked at him with question, they left him be, which Harry was relieved at. He had feared an argument from Ron.
Harry looked round the room, wondering if he would be able to make it to the nearest loo. He waited for the last of the students to leave before slowly getting up, only to moan as another small spurt escaped.
Someone came up behind him and Harry almost panicked until he saw white blonde hair and nearly cried with relief.
"Draco," he gasped out. "I don't know if I can make it. I'm already losing it!"
"Don't worry," the blonde moved a calming hand to his back and started rubbing soothingly. "I know a loo nearby that no one uses."
"Get me there, now!'
Draco led the teen to the door, peeking out to see if the corridor was empty. It was, so he moved out, guiding Harry by the arm, trying to get him to move as quickly as possible. Harry, however, was having difficulty moving fast, for every time he moved his bladder protested and threatened to give out.
"Draco," he moaned, stopping in his tracks. Another, longer, spurt of piss was escaping, and he clenched down hard. It had left a wet spot on the front of his trousers. "I'm losing it."
Seeing Harry so close to letting go and with tears in his eyes, Draco grew just as desperate. Thinking quickly he cast a feather light charm on the smaller boy, picked him up carefully, and all but ran to the loo.
Harry was clutching the older boy, caught between being happy at the speed in which they were now moving and being desperate because of the constant jerking of Draco's running.
"Please, hurry!" He cried, squeezing himself tightly, but not tight enough to stop more liquid from flowing. It soaked his crotch, and ran down his leg. It seemed to take forever for him to take back control and, as soon as he did, he almost lost it again.
"Draco, put me down! I'm peeing on you. Merlin, put me down!" Harry felt tears wet his face, but all he could think about was being seconds from completely letting go and not wanting to cover Draco with his piss too.
"It's okay, you're not going to pee on me. We're almost there." Draco tried reassuring his friend.
"I can't hold it!" Seconds away from the door Harry lost the battle with his bladder, piss spurting from his pants so quickly the stream was arching away from him, hitting Draco.
Sobbing now, he tried to shove Draco away, but the blonde refused to let go, instead continuing his trek to the bathroom.
Once inside the doors Draco still didn't put the wetting Gryffindor down, instead he spelled the doors closed and held the boy tight. He felt the wetness spread from the boy to him, but didn't care. He didn't want Harry to think that a little pee would ruin their newfound friendship.
Harry, upset and still wetting with gusto, clung to Draco, burying his face in the crook of Draco's neck as his body shook in relief. His trousers were soaked, so were Draco's, and a puddle was forming on the floor, but still the urine kept flowing. Finally, his pee slowed down, spurting out final dribbles until he was left empty.
He was snaking now, but for a different reason.
"Draco," he gasped out, "Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. Don't leave me. Please, I'll be good."
His fear caused him to revert back to his time at the Dursley's, and he clutched at Draco's clothes, begging with the older boy not to hurt him.
"Shush, Harry. It's okay, I'll never hurt you. It's not your fault. I don't care that you pissed on me. I'd let you piss on me every day of the week if it meant keeping your friendship." Draco kept murmuring calming words into his friend's ear, rocking him gently, one hand stroking the boy's soft raven colored hair.
Harry finally looked up at Draco, sniffling. "You really don't care? I peed on you, you should care."
"It's only pee, Harry. It can be cleaned up easily with magic. See?" Speaking a simple cleaning spell, Draco waved his wand, their clothes drying and the puddle disappearing.
Harry realized that Draco was still holding him and moved to be put down. The other boy complied, but kept his arms wrapped around him, knowing he still needed comfort.
Pulling Harry into a hug, Draco kissed his forehead. Harry was shocked at the gesture. No one kissed him, ever. Well, except for Cho Chang, but that barley counted.
Feeling the warmth radiating from the blue-eyed blonde, Harry leaned in, wrapping his arms around Draco and settling his head over his chest, content for the first time in a long time.
AN: I won't do many author's notes, but I just wanted to send out a big thank you to those of you who have been following and reviewing my story. I never even expected readers, much less positive reviewers! I also probably will not be updating again until Monday since I'll be away for the weekend and will probably be too busy. I've got a few more chapters written though, and I'll post one as soon as I get back. Thanks again guys! Much love to yahs. :) |
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Chapter 6
They stayed that way for a long time, reluctant to separate from one another. The warm embrace was calming to Harry, and he didn’t want to lose that. The only thing that motivated him to pull away was the knowledge that Ron and Hermione would soon come looking for him, if they weren’t already. With that thought in mind, Harry slowly pulled out of the other boy’s embrace, smiling shyly.
“Thanks for, um, well thanks for helping me out. Again.” Harry spoke softly.
“It’s weird. Last week I wouldn’t have cared and now… Well now I can’t stop caring. I just…” Draco trailed off, not sure what to say; he’d never been in this position before.
“I know.” Harry ducked his head, trying to his hide the slight blush he knew was on his face. “Well, I better go. Ron and Hermione, y’know. They’ll come looking if I don’t show up soon.”
“Don’t want them to think the evil Slytherins got you.”
Harry chuckled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He unlocked the door, and, with a final glance back at Draco, headed to find his friends.
“Can’t wait,” murmured Draco at Harry’s retreating back.
That night Harry lay awake thinking about the weekend. He was excited, more than he should be probably, but he couldn’t place why exactly he was so excited to see Draco. Just last week they had been enemies; it was what landed them in this predicament in the first place. Harry had never become such fast friends with someone before. Not even Ron, whom he hit off with right away. He hadn’t trusted Ron like he did with Draco after only one weekend and he didn’t understand it.
Harry supposed it wasn’t something he had to worry about. Somehow, it worked and he just knew he could believe in Draco to be there for him.
Just as he was beginning to drift off Harry felt the urge to pee. It had hit him quickly and strongly, telling Harry two things. One, after the incidents this past week his bladder had grown weaker, and two, he would have to move soon to prevent an accident.
He knew he should get up and go to the loo, but he was just so comfortable and so close to sleep he didn’t want to ruin it by moving. He laid there for a few more minutes, becoming more comfortable and more urgent with each passing second. Not wanting to move he didn’t even try to stop the first trickle of urine from wetting his boxers. It felt almost… good to just let it happen. No one was there, or at least, awake, and he had his curtains drawn. He didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing the wet spot. In fact, Harry didn’t really have to worry at all. He had his wand, and like he did every morning, he could simply say a spell and have his nighttime accident disappear.
Spurred on by this new thought, Harry lay still. If he got up he’d be completely awake again, just when he had begun to feel drowsy. And really, what was the point? Even if he got up for the loo now, his sheets would end up wet in the morning anyway. Why not just let it happen?
Content, Harry let go, willingly wetting himself for the first time.
Hot liquid quickly drenched his threadbare boxers, and, with nothing more to absorb it, flooded his sheets and mattress, pooling around Harry’s arse in a warm embrace. The act gave him a sense of serenity, and he felt sleep taking him. He surrendered, letting the acrid smell of his urine give him pleasure for once.
Harry woke late the next morning, drifting slowly from sleep to wakefulness.
“Hey, mate, you better get up if you want time for breakfast. Everyone else is gone already.” Neville’s voice brought him to full consciousness.
“Alright, thanks Nev.”
“Want me to wait for you?”
“Nah, it’s okay. Go on ahead. I still need to pack for this weekend.”
Harry heard the sounds of Neville leaving, relaxing back into the bed. He was right about wetting again in the night; his sheets were especially soaked this morning, but yet Harry didn’t want to leave them.
Thinking about last night’s wetting reminded Harry that he needed to use the loo quite urgently, like he did every morning. He was about to get up when a through struck him. Why not just pee in bed again? It prevented a trip to the loo and an advanced cleaning charm would get him as clean as a shower would. He’d have enough time to pack and still eat breakfast. And, Harry admitted to himself, he kind of liked the freeing feeling of just going in his bed.
Deciding, Harry opened the floodgates, letting the feeling of hot urine surround him once more. He almost moaned at the feeling, his dick taking notice as the pleasure took over his brain. He had to think of Filch to keep himself from growing too hard to finish wetting, but when the final dribbles hit his boxers he couldn’t stop himself from reaching his hand down, cupping himself through his sodden boxers.
He did moan this time, his cock growing harder at his touch. Rubbing himself through his underwear, Harry moved his hips slightly, feeling the cooling urine slosh around him. The feeling went straight to his penis as it strained into his hand. Harry slipped his hand into his boxers, knowing he’d have to be quick about this, the only downside to living in a dorm with four other guys who could walk in at any moment.
He played with the slit for a moment, mixing the precum with the droplets of urine left behind. Harry threw his hand back into him pillow and began to stoke himself in earnest, from base to top again, rubbing his thumb over the slit with each stroke. Thrusting his hips into his hand made the golden liquid beneath him tickle his balls and made his cock throb painfully. Stroking himself harder, just this side of painful, Harry moved his left hand to fondle his balls, rolling them in his hand and feeling the heavy weight of them. It was enough to push him over the edge. Harry let out a loud moan, bucking into his hand as he came hard, using his semen to milk out every last drop before collapsing back into his bed.
After the bliss wore off Harry felt the beginnings of shame at getting off in a puddle of his own pee, but he pushed it aside. He didn’t have time for such thoughts, he needed to pack for his weekend in the room with Draco. He grabbed his wand, uttered a few quick cleaning spells, and hastened to his trunk, pulling out his duffle bag and shoving clothes and books into it.
He barely made it to breakfast, only having time enough to eat a piece of toast and a few bites of oatmeal before Hermione was dragging him off to class, insisting that today’s Transfiguration lesson was going to be particularly interesting, as they were learning about animagus transformations. Harry disagreed, knowing they’d spend several lessons on theory before they actually tried the spell, but followed Hermione to class, knowing it would be much easier not to argue.
He was right; the class was a dud. He idly copied notes, but spent more time thinking about Sirius and his dad then about the lesson at hand. He couldn’t help wondering that if his dad or godfather were would they have taught him this? They were both animagi and Harry couldn’t help but think that James and Sirius would have taught him how to first chance they got. Harry would never know. He and Sirius never had the chance to spend much time together before he died, and he couldn’t even remember his dad.
Harry was stuck in a funk the rest of the morning, Sirius and his parents not far from his thoughts. Even the prospect of seeing Draco in a few hours didn’t cheer him up too much. He shuffled through his classes in a sad daze. He was alone on his way to the Great Hall for lunch, Ron and Hermione still in the common room fighting about… something. Harry couldn’t remember what, they were always fighting about something and he eventually just stopped paying attention.
Turning a corner, Harry was startled at a hand reaching out and grabbing him by the shoulder, pulling him into a small alcove. He had his wand half drawn before he realized that it was Draco standing in front of him, not an enemy.
“What are you doing? What if someone sees and it gets back to McGonagall?” Harry whispered, looking around.
“Relax, no one’s around. They’re all in the Great Hall or their common rooms, and this passage is pretty unused.”
“Won’t you be missed?” asked Harry.
“I won’t stay long. I just wanted to see you. You looked so sad today in class. What’s wrong, Harry?” Concern shone through the piercing ice blue eyes in front of him.
“Nothing really. It’s just. I donno if you knew or not, but my dad and godfather were unregistered animagi. McGonagall’s lesson just sort of made me think about them. About how it could have been if they were alive.” Harry felt tears threatening to fall but refused them. He’s already cried in front of Draco too much, he didn’t want the blonde to think him a wuss and get tired of him.
“Oh, Harry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know they were animagi. But that’s so cool. Maybe it’ll be genetic, McGonagall says that not everyone will be able to transform but if you’ve got a relative that does then the chances are higher. It would be wicked if you did. I wonder what you would be.”
Draco’s enthusiasm caused Harry to smile. There was something about the older boy that was so captivating, his mere presence lifting Harry’s spirits.
“We better go before someone comes looking.” He said.
"You're right. I'll see you after last class." Draco smiled brightly at him. He leaned close to Harry, causing the younger boy to think Draco was going to hug him again, when instead his lips met Harry's for the second time in as many days. Leaving the alcove Draco took off in the direction of the Great Hall. Harry waited a minute, then left, happier then he'd been since first class. |
Chapter 7
Harry couldn’t stop thinking about Draco. He kept wondering if the kiss on his forehead meant anything, or if it was just friendly. Harry had no previous relationship experience unless you counted Cho, which he didn’t, really, because one bad kiss did not constitute a relationship. Harry hadn’t even thought about being attracted to guys before, the thought never occurred to him. Now he didn’t know if he was attracted to Draco or if he just wanted the affection that he never received as a child. Even Molly Weasley never truly treated him as one of her own, he didn’t get the kisses hello and goodbye that the Weasley children received, although he reveled in the few hugs she did give him. Mrs. Weasley and Hermione were the only people who had ever hugged him before, had ever bestowed any affection upon him, so he was doubly confused as to what to do about Draco.
Harry mentally shook himself before he got into another funk, trying to focus on Tonks’ lecture. Harry still couldn’t get used to calling her “Professor”, especially when she showed up to class with purple hair, pig’s ears, and cat whiskers. He was happy they had a competent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after last year’s disaster with Umbridge teaching.
Throughout the lecture, Harry kept glancing over at the back of Draco’s head. Thoughts about the kiss aside, he couldn’t wait for their second weekend together. He simply wanted to spend more time getting to know his new friend, and to be able to truly be himself as he couldn’t with anyone else.
Class finally came to an end, and, it being their last class of the day, Harry hurried off to the Gryffindor common room to grab his weekend bag, before dashing to Professor McGonagall’s room. He made it there before Draco, meeting McGonagall in the corridor, where she was waiting for them. Harry had to remember to look sullen, as if he didn’t want to go back to the room again. They only had to wait a minute before Draco appeared, snotty look on his face as he, too, remembered to keep up appearances.
Without a word, McGonagall lead the two boys back to their room, and, with a swish of her wand, unlocked the door. She held out her hand, indicating for them to give her their wands. They complied, looking reluctant, although Harry wasn’t too sure how good of a job he was doing. He often wore his heart on his sleeve, but hoped that he was doing a good enough job of hiding his true feelings. He didn’t want to ruin this.
McGonagall nodded to the boys, and with an impatient gesture, waved the two into the room.
“Behave,” she warned, then locked the two inside.
They waited to hear her footsteps retreat, and, when they could hear her no longer, turned to each other with wide grins.
“We did it!” Harry all but giggled.
“Yeah, we’re really pulling it off.”
“So, what do you want to do first?” Harry asked, a little awkwardly now that they were there.
“Shall we get homework out of the way so we have the rest of the weekend to ourselves?” Draco asked.
“Sounds like a good plan. Snape’s assignment will be hell. Not to mention Binns’ readings and McGonagall’s essay on the qualities of animagi.”
“I’ve got three feet on Ancient Runes to do, too.”
“Well, let’s get started then.” Harry groaned.
Three hours later Harry and Draco had finished everything but Binns’ readings, which they were currently taking turns reading out loud, with each turn reading in a tone mimicking one of their professors. The best one was Draco reading in Flitwick’s squeaky voice, although Draco assured Harry that his Trelawney impression was pretty spot on.
Midway through the last chapter and Draco’s impression of Madame Hooch, Harry began to feel the first urges to pee, but ignored them, not wanting to ruin the fun. They were almost done the chapter anyway, he could wait that long, surely.
Not five minutes later he was ready to eat his words. The urge to pee went from barley there, to bad, to getting desperate quicker than Harry had thought possible. If he hadn’t needed to piss so badly he would have taken time to reflect that over the past week he had held it in far too long and probably weakened his bladder quite a bit.
Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer Harry interrupted Draco midway through the fifteenth goblin rebellion.
“Draco, I gotta pee. Can you…?” He trailed off as another wave of desperation hit him.
“Of course, Harry. Go ahead, I’ll wait.”
Harry jumped off the couch, feeling the first dribbles of piss escape. Holding onto his penis tightly and crossing his legs as much as he could, he quickly hobbled over to the loo, feeling a few more dribbles escape as he did.
Finally reaching the loo, he closed the door, desperately trying to undo his trousers and place himself in front of the toilet. At the sight of the toilet so near, his bladder got excited and let loose a small squirt of liquid into his boxers, dampening them. It was much harder to undo a belt with only one hand, but Harry knew there was no way he could let go of himself in order to use two hands to undo the belt. There’d be no point if he did, he’d lose control the second he let go.
Harry got his belt undone, and was working on his zipper when a second squirt let go. Groaning, he tried to keep control of himself. Shoving his pants and boxers down just as he lost complete control, Harry’s bladder erupted, spurting hot piss over the floor and toilet seat before he could aim properly.
Just as he finished he heard Draco shuffle by the bathroom door.
“Harry, did you, uh, did you make it in time?” Came the hesitant voice.
Harry looked down and his damp boxers and wet floor, but was heartened at the fact that he did, mostly, make it.
“Uh, mostly. But my boxers are kinda wet. Could you, um, well, could you bring me a clean pair?” He called shyly through the door.
“Of course.”
Harry busied himself with taking off his boxers, using them to mop up the mess he’d left before chucking them into the hamper. Draco knocked on the door once, then opened it, hand pushing through the crack to pass Harry his boxers.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Don’t wait that long again, okay Harry?”
“Sorry,” Harry said quietly, ashamed.
“It’s nothing to be sorry about,” Draco said as Harry opened the bathroom door, once again dressed. “I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. You don’t need to wait for my permission to use the loo, just go when you have to, okay?” He grasped Harry’s hand, turning the younger boy toward him.
“Okay. I promise.” Harry said, mesmerized by the piercing blue stare.
“Good. Now come on. That goblin war was just getting interesting. I think they were just about to form another treaty.” He joked. |
Chapter 8
Harry woke the next morning to shouts from an excited Draco.
“Harry, come on, wake up and look outside!” Even though they were technically located somewhere in the dungeons, they had an enchanted window that showed them an accurate picture of what was outside.
He got out of bed, noting that once again, he had wet the bed. Knowing Draco wouldn’t mind, he trodded over to where Draco stood by the window to see what the other boy was so excited about.
Looking out the window, Harry saw a foot or more of snow, the first of the season. A huge grin spread over his face, matching Draco’s.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Draco asked. “I love winter, always have. My favorite time of the year.”
“It matches your hair and complexion. No one’d ever find you out there if you didn’t want to be found.” Harry teased.
“Hush,” Draco pretended to be irritated, but couldn’t keep the grin off his face. He gently shoved the other boy, then caught Harry in his arms as Harry went to retaliate. He pulled the smaller boy into his arms, wrapping his arms around Harry from behind and pulling him close, not caring that Harry’s bottom was still wet and smelling of piss. Harry was the perfect height for him, and Draco was able to rest his chin on the top of Harry’s bushy head.
Harry leaned into the embrace, feeling warmer than he ever had. They fit perfectly together.
The two boys stayed quiet for a long time, until Harry’s bladder started urgently signaling to him that he needed the loo. He reluctantly started to pull away from Draco, but the blond refused to let go, pulling Harry back into his embrace with a small whine of protest.
“Draco, let go. I need to use the bathroom bad.”
“Don’t wanna let go, you’re comfy.”
“I’m gonna wet if you don’t let go.” Harry squirmed and lowered a hand to his groin for emphasis.
“Don’t care. You’re already wet from the night anyway, and you’ve dripped all over the floor already. We’re going to have clean up a mess later, might as well make it worth it.”
Harry couldn’t believe his ears. Draco wanted him to wet… on purpose?
He voiced his last thought, not comprehending why Draco would possibly want to deal with Harry’s messes more than he already had to, and without a wand to make cleaning it up easier.
“I don’t want to let you go.” Draco sighed into Harry’s hair, breath tickling and warm. “It’s just pee, we can use your bed sheets to clean up the mess later. Just let it go, you know it does not matter to me.”
“But, it might get on you.”
“You’ve peed on me before.”
“But not on purpose.”
Draco turned Harry’s head around to look at him. “Harry, I will never fault you for wetting. Ever. No matter if it’s an accident or on purpose. Your bladder is weak and you can’t hold it very long. It is NOT your fault.”
Harry opened his mouth to protest again, but Draco silenced him by leaning down and pressing his lips to Harry’s. He gasped into the kiss, surprised, and Draco used the gasp to gently urge Harry’s mouth farther open, getting the full taste of the smaller boy. Harry turned around completely, pressing himself closer to Draco, arms going around his neck and grabbing a fistful of blonde hair. It was softer than it looked.
They spent several long moments tasting each other before Harry pulled away as his bladder sent a sharp signal to his brain, reminding him that he needed to go now.
“Draco…”
“Just let go, love.” Draco urged before he captured Harry’s mouth again, intent on exploring every inch of the other boy, morning breath or not.
Harry groaned into the kiss and let go, hot piss re-wetting his pajama pants and soaking Draco’ too, for they were pressed so close they might as well have been one person.
Draco let out a loud noise at the feel of Harry’s hot urine soaking his pants and running down his legs. The feeling of the hot body and warm piss went straight to Draco’s dick, which grew hard in his boxers. Not sure how Harry would react to his erection, he tried to pull away, only to have Harry follow him, pulling at his hair to keep him close.
Harry was surprised at Draco’s reaction to his wetting, but also excited, thinking back to the other morning when he got off in a puddle of his own pee. He felt Draco move away, but was having none of it, and pushed closer. He pushed his hips into Draco’s hard cock, feeling himself begin to lengthen and grow hard as well. He tried to control himself; if he got too hard he wouldn’t be able to finish peeing.
He held off until the last trickles escaped, then thrust his growing erection into Draco’s, grinding hard as he pushed his tongue back into the eager mouth before him.
Draco let the younger boy take control of the kiss for a minute, until Harry moved to start licking at his neck. He found the sensitive spot beneath his ear and went to town, sucking and licking at that one spot until a bruise formed.
Draco had enough of the teasing. He picked up the smaller boy, pushing him until his back was against the wall. Harry wrapped his legs around Draco’s waist, lips meeting lips as Draco ground his cock into Harry’s. Harry pushed back, gasping at the wonderful friction. The two began to meet harder and faster as their orgasms grew closer, teeth scraping and hands moving over every available surface.
“So close, Draco, ugh, harder.” Harry broke apart from Draco, trying to regain his breath.
Lips met skin as Draco attached himself to Harry’s neck, biting and sucking, drawing several bruises as his hips moved faster.
“So close. Fuck, ugh, fuuuck, Draco, gonna, gonna cuuuum!” The word ended in a wail as Harry’s orgasm ripped through his body. He bucked into Draco, throwing his head back in ecstasy. Draco’s mouth followed, once again meeting Harry’s lips in a fierce kiss as Harry’s orgasm brought on his own. Thrusting fast into Harry, the blonde milked out their orgasms until they were both spent.
Gasping, they pulled apart from each other slightly, just enough so they could catch their breath, lips still close enough to touch.
Draco leaned against Harry heavily, legs having a hard time supporting them both.
After several minutes, Draco pulled away from Harry, just enough to properly look at the beautiful boy before him.
“Was that okay?” He asked, a little uncertainly. Had they moved too fast?
“Merlin, Draco, that was… that was perfect.” Harry said, caught between shyness and trying to reassure the other boy.
“Good,” Draco smiled, leaning in to gently kiss those red lips again.
Later that morning, when they were showered and dressed, mess cleaned from Harry’s bed and the floor, the two teens cuddled into each other, feeding each other fruit from their breakfast tray.
Harry couldn’t remember ever being this happy and blissful. When he was with Draco all thoughts of the outside world ceased to exist.
“Harry?” Draco’s voice asked quietly as he fed Harry a strawberry.
“Hm?” Under some unspoken agreement the two remained quiet, as if speaking loudly would break the spell they seemed to be under.
Only, it wasn’t a spell. The feelings were too true to be a spell. Harry knew this for sure or else he would wonder how he fell for his school nemesis so quickly.
“Have you ever, uh, done what we did before?”
“No. I’ve only ever kissed Cho Change before, and I’ve never even kissed a bloke before.” Under any other circumstances Harry was sure he would feel awkward about his lack of experience, but with Draco it did not seem to matter. “Have you ever?”
“Yeah, I’ve rubbed off on a guy before, and we’ve exchange hand jobs, but never anything else.”
Harry was a but put off by Draco’s previous encounters, but Draco noticed this and quickly added, “But it’s never meant anything before, not like it did with you.”
Harry smiled shyly. “I’ve never felt this way before, about anyone.”
“Neither have I.” Draco put down the bowl of fruit, shifting so he was mostly laying down on the sofa, pulling Harry on top of him, running his hands through the boy’s unruly hair.
Harry lay his head down on Draco’s chest, the sound of his heartbeat and the feel of hands running through his hair lulling him to sleep.
The two lazed around most of the morning and afternoon, not speaking much but content in simply being near one another.
Mid-afternoon, Harry broached a more serious topic.
“What are you going to do about Voldemort? Your family are serious supporters; won’t they expect you to be as well?”
Draco took a while to respond, not sure at how much he was willing to tell the boy. After mulling it around in his head he decided to tell him everything. After all, Harry had been honest with him, it would only be fair to tell the whole truth as well. Harry might also be able to help him find a solution to his problems as well, after all, he was The Boy Who Lived for a reason.
“Actually, mother is the only true supporter of the Dark – Voldemort. Father was, at first, but when Voldemort started to go barking mad, father had enough and wanted out. He’s really more gentle hearted then he portrays himself as, and he could not stomach the murders of innocent children. Father only wanted to keep muggles unaware of us, for he feared the wrong person would discover us and try to destroy us. Voldemort’s views seemed ideal at first, but when he started talking about elimating all of the mudbl – muggleborns,” Draco hastily corrected, “then father tried to find a way out.
“But mother was the one who fully supported Voldemort, and she refused to drop her support. She can be just as insane and cold-hearted as Aunt Bella, but she hides it a lot better.”
“Why didn’t you dad just leave your mum?” Harry asked.
“Me. I was only a baby at the time, a few months old. Father wouldn’t leave me behind and mother was keeping me close, ensuring that father would never leave her. She knew that he loved me, and used it to manipulate him. Mother never cared much for children, and only had me because an heir was required or else the Black line would die out with half-bloods, something she would never stand for.
“So father stayed, and then you defeated the Dark Lord, and he thought he was free from it all. Mother locked herself in her room, only emerging to keep up appearances or take long shopping trips to Paris.
“When I was five, father fell in love with a half-blood witch from Spain, Daniella. She was wonderful. For the first time ever I felt as if I had a real mum, and she treated me just like her own son. Father wanted to take me and leave my mother, but she found out and grew furious. I’d never seen her so angry. She found Daniella, brought her back to the Manor and murdered her in front of father and I. Then she bound me to her, so father would never be able to take me and leave. I couldn’t leave her side for more than a week of time. Father didn’t know the spell she used, or how to break it. He was sure it came from one of the Black family books, but she never let him near them. When I started school she extended the spell to allow for extended absence, but I’m still bound to her.”
“Is there no way to remove it? Have you asked Dumbledore?”
“I asked him at the start of the year, when I made my decision on which side I want to be on. After father was sent to prison I knew I couldn’t keep up this charade. He was the only one standing between me and Voldemort. Every time mother tried to get me marked father interfered, saying I was too young. This summer he wasn’t there and mother finally got her way, using father’s life as an incentive.” Draco swallowed hard, tears threatening to spill at the painful memory.
“I’m so sorry Draco. It’s my fault he’s there, I know. It never would have happened if I weren’t so stupid and believed the vision Voldemort sent me was real.”
“It’s not your fault, you were worried about your godfather.”
Harry hugged the Slytherin close. “I still feel partially at fault. I have some say with Dumbledore, maybe I can convince him to try to get your father out of Azakaban.”
“I doubt it. After Voldemort’s return, father tried to play him from the inside, tried to find his weakness. He needed to become the Dark Lord’s right hand if he ever had a hope of finding it, and he played his part well. I think mother even began to believe it. There’s no way anyone in their right mind would let Lucius Malfoy out of prison.”
“It’s a good thing Fudge is in power then.”
Draco looked over at Harry, and, for the first time since the topic had been broached, broke into a wide smile.
“Do you really think there’s a chance?”
“I’m the Boy Who Lived and Fudge owes me after printing all the rubbish about me last year. I’d reckon there’s a fair chance I’d get my way.”
“Harry… That’d be. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet, it hasn’t happened. Do you think that you’ll be able to escape Voldemort and your mother if we broke the spell and freed your father?”
“For sure, they’re the only two things tying me to that side.”
“Then we’ll find a way to do it. I don’t want to lose you.” Harry promised. |
Chapter 9
Harry was in a large, windowless room. Dozens of dead bodies surrounded him, their blood painting the walls and dripping from his hands. Frozen with terror, Harry could do nothing but stare at the sight before him, eyes wide and mouth gaping.
Something moved at his left, startling him out of his trance and he turned to see what had moved in this dead room.
A woman lay gasping for breath, her arm outstretched, reaching for nothing, but desperately trying to do something. She was dying, seconds from death, really. He slowly moved toward her, eerily calm.
“Please,” she pleaded, “Please, I have two children, they need me. Please, if you have a heart you’ll let me go to them.”
“It’s a good thing I was born without one.” Harry raised his wand and cast Crucio upon her, extending her suffering.
The woman’s screams echoed through the room, her body convulsing with pain. It didn’t take but a minute for the screams to die out as the woman succumbed to death.
Harry laughed.
The sound of his cruel laughter was still ringing through his ears as he raised his wand once more and began mutating the already dead bodies before him.
“Harry! Harry, wake up! Please, love, wake up. It’s just a dream!”
Harry woke up sobbing and thrashing at the body next to him. He struggled against his attacker before realizing two things; one, the body next to him was Draco, and two, his bladder had let loose and he was wetting.
He sagged against the pillows, body shaking as he continued to empty his bladder onto his bed. Draco moved closer to Harry, paying no mind to the urine evacuating Harry’s body, and pulled to boy on his lap, cuddling him close.
Burring his head into the crook of Draco’s neck, Harry let out a keening cry. His bladder was still emptying itself, now onto Draco. He clung to Draco, comforted by the hands rubbing his back and hair. His bladder finished, but Harry continued to cry for a long while.
Draco said nothing, letting Harry take time to shake off the nightmare.
As the cries died down, Harry’s breathing evened out, signalling that he had fallen asleep in Draco’s arms.
Draco sighed. He wanted to know what had caused friend – were they still friends now or had they moved past that? – such terror. He had woken up to screams so terrible and fear-ridden he thought Voldemort had somehow gotten into their room and was torturing Harry. When he found Harry thrashing in the next bed it took him a moment to act, surprised that one nightmare could cause a person such agony.
He only spared a moment with that thought, for Harry chose that second to arch up from his bed, body shaking with fright.
Draco acted, trying to keep him voice calm as he had shaken Harry awake. The other boy didn’t speak, but clearly took a moment to find his surroundings. Draco had taken a hit to his chest before Harry had calmed. Once Draco had been sure Harry would no longer attack him, he had pulled the frightened and wetting boy to him, holding onto the other boy in hopes of taking away some of his pain.
Draco didn’t know what caused the nightmare, but he knew he wasn’t letting go of Harry any time soon, so he settled down into Harry’s bed, tucking Harry’s sleeping form in close as he pulled the less damp comforter over them.
Draco didn’t get any more sleep that night, instead lying awake fretting about Harry. The younger boy seemed to have no such problem, sleeping soundly pressed up against Draco. By dawn, Harry had his legs tangled up with Draco’s, his hand had slid under Draco’s t-shirt, and his head was resting against Draco’s chest. Sometime before dawn, Draco had begun to cramp up, arm falling asleep as Harry lay on it, but Draco refused to move, not wanting to disturb the brunet’s sleep, nor particularly wanting to push away the beautiful boy beside him. He wanted to keep Harry as close to him as humanly possible. Parting ways on Monday morning was beginning to seem more and more impossible.
By mid-morning, Harry began to stir, much to Draco’s delight as his own bladder was urging him to use the loo.
Harry snuffled cutely, snuggling his head closer to the blonde.
Harry slowly woke, immediately noticing that he was half draped over Draco. He idly rubbed his hand in small circles over Draco’s ribs as he looked up at the older boy sleepily.
“Morning,” Harry said softly.
“Good morning, love.” Draco replied, pressing a kiss to Harry’s lips.
“I’m sorry that I woke you up last night. That happens sometimes.” Harry said, remembering the dream terrors from last night.
“What was that? I’ve never seen someone have a nightmare like that before. Must have been pretty bad.”
“Mmm.” Harry agreed, fingers lazily tickling Draco’s side.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“It was Voldemort.” Harry said after a minute.
“You had a nightmare about Old Voldie? Understandable, I guess, considering he’s always trying to kill you.”
“That’s not it. It wasn’t a nightmare. It was real.”
“What?” Draco pulled away slightly, shifting their bodies so they were laying side by side, face to face.
“I have this… connection with Voldemort. Mental connection I mean. Because of the scar, or so Dumbledore thinks. He can send me visions, like last year when Sirius…. And more often, I can see things. Things he does as he’s doing them, I don’t think Voldemort knows he’s sending me visions. It’s usually connected with a powerful memory, hate or rage most often. This time it was different. He was weirdly calm.”
“What did he do in your, er, vision?” Draco was hesitant to ask.
“He was in this room with no windows. He had killed a bunch of muggleborns and muggles connected to the wizarding world. I recognized a few of them. One woman was still alive and he Cruicoed her to death. He… did things to the bodies after they were dead. I don’t know what. I didn’t recognize the spells, and woke up before anything else happened.”
“Whoa.” Draco was sickened at the thought that Harry had to see all that. “Do you get these visions a lot?”
“More often recently, since the summer. I’ve got to write a note to Dumbledore and let him know what I saw. Sometimes it helps the Order to know what he’s planning or who he’s killed. I should write it right away, the sooner the better. Plus, I really need to pee.” Harry added with a shy grin.
“Me too, so hurry up. You’ve been laying on my bladder all morning.” Draco grinned back. |
To answer your questions, I'm not sure if I'm going to make Draco wet or not. I've set it up in this chapter just in case I do decide to take the story in that direction, but I'm still not sure if I want to go there or not. Right now, Draco just likes to get off on Harry's wetting.
To answer MalfoysFangirl, althouh Snarry in my number one ship, Drarry is a close second. When I decided to first start writing fanfic I decided to do a Drarry, since I'm not sure how in-character I'd be able to make Snape. Someday, maybe even some day soon, I shall write an omo Snarry, just not today. After I'm done with this fic possibly.
Anyway, thank you both for reviewing, always puts a smile on my face to see a positive review.
x's, Always
Chapter 10
Throughout the day, Harry shared more tidbits of information about his connection with Voldemort with Draco. He told Draco about how his scar hurt every time Voldemort was near, about the night in the graveyard, Arthur Weasley’s attack, and Sirius’ death. In turn, Draco shared more of what it was like growing up with Death Eaters as parents, even if his father wasn’t one by choice.
Late that afternoon the two boys were dozing on the couch, stirring briefly only long enough to press a kiss to the other’s lips. Harry was cuddled up on top of Draco thinking that there was no place he would rather be. Draco was lightly trailing his fingers over Harry’s spine when Harry felt the first twinge of his bladder. Comfortable and not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment by moving, Harry ignored it in favor of nipping at Draco’s ear playfully.
“Mmm, Harry, feels good.” The blonde boy murmured.
Harry giggled, moving to kiss the other boy’s lips. Draco deepened the kiss, loving the mint chocolate taste of the Gryffindor.
The two lazily kissed for several moments, until Draco noticed Harry’s squirming on top of him – and not in a sexual way either. Draco knew immediately that his boyfriend needed the bathroom, but was either ignoring it or hadn’t noticed yet.
He broke apart from the smaller boy, causing Harry to moan in protest and try to chase his lips.
“Harry,” Draco was breathing heavily. “Do you need to use the loo?”
Harry’s bladder had indeed been signalling him more and more over the past few minutes, but Harry was enjoying himself much too much to listen to it.
“No,” Harry tried to lie.
“I could feel you fidgeting, I know you have to go.”
“Don’t wanna,” Harry whined, “You’re so comfortable, I don’t want to move.”
“You don’t want to have an accident. You always get upset when you do.” Draco didn’t want to ruin the moment more by causing the other boy to grow upset, but knew that wetting often caused Harry’s self-esteem to plummet.
“You make me feel like I don’t have to be embarrassed.” Harry glanced up shyly at the boy.
“You never have to be.” The blonde promised, kissing Harry’s forehead sweetly.
Harry cuddled into Draco further. “Good. Can I stay here then?”
“Yes.”
After a moment of silence, Harry brought up something he’d been wondering for a while.
“Draco… Have you ever wet before?”
“Not since I was a kid. Mother insisted that I be potty trained as soon as possible. She hated diapers, thought they were unbecoming or something/” Draco answered.
“So you’ve never had an accident like I have?”
“No, I don’t ever remember accidentally wetting.”
“What about on purpose wetting… Like I did before.”
“Again, no. If mother found out she would have thrown a fit. She was prone to them when things weren’t spotless or didn’t go her way.”
After a moment, Draco continued. “Why do you want to know, Harry?”
“I guess I just, I donno. I guess I just wanted to know I’m not alone with this.” Harry said softly.
“You’re not, Harry. I’m sure someone somewhere has the same problem you do.”
“I guess.” Harry squirmed a little more as his bladder began to protest more urgently.
“Even if you’re the only one ever, Harry, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter. I’d still really like you anyway.”
“You really like me?” Harry asked shyly, looking up at Draco with wide eyes.
“Yeah. I really like you. A lot.” Draco knew he was turning a little red at the statement, but it was worth it to see Harry’s eyes light up the way they did.
“I really like you a lot too.” Harry said.
Draco reached up to pull the other boy’s head towards his, lips meeting as they met in a passionate kiss. They kissed for several more long minutes, Draco’s hands moving up underneath Harry’s shirt, feeling the strong muscles he gained from playing Quidditch.
Draco pulled the shirt up further, over Harry’s head, wanting to feel the younger boy without a pesky shirt in the way. Harry must have felt the same way, because, within seconds of Harry’s shirt disappearing, Harry was tugging at Draco’s shirt as if it offended him. Draco moved to dispose quickly of the item, immediately latching back onto Harry’s lips before his shirt hit the floor.
Harry, lost in the kiss and feel of Draco, forgot about his bladder until, with a sharp pain of protest, a stream of pee forced its way out into Harry’s boxers.
Gasping, Harry pulled away. “Draco, I –”
“I know. Just let it go.” He pulled the other boy back to meet him.
Harry lost himself again, this time doubly in the perfect kiss and the wonderful relief of releasing his bladder.
Draco moaned into Harry as he felt the hot liquid escape from Harry and pour onto him. He never thought it would be as much of a turn-on as it was, and he felt the beginning twitches from his dick as the hot piss ran through his jeans and over his cock.
Harry rubbed up against Draco, spreading his piss over them. Draco reached down to Harry’s jeans, fingers brushing over the wet denim, pausing over the button.
“Can I?” he asked.
At Harry’s nod, Draco made quick work of undoing Harry’s jeans, pulling them and his boxers down in one swift motion, Harry lifting his body up to help.
Harry was still peeing, and Draco gasped at the sensation of hot piss hitting his bare skin. Fully hard now, Draco couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips up to meet Harry’s, moaning at the pure feeling of bliss.
Harry was glad he was almost done peeing, because he, too, was growing hard. Draco’s beauty alone could cause that reaction, but when the blonde started rubbing against him Harry was a goner.
Just as the last drops were escaping, Draco bucked into Harry particularly hard, turning Harry into a pile of mush and turning his dick rock hard. Harry reached down to Draco’s soaking jeans, putting a hand on Draco’s erect member and rubbing. Letting out a particularly loud moan, Draco thrust up into Harry’s greedy hand. After several thrusts, Harry gently squeezed the outline of Draco’s cock, deciding that he wanted to see more than the outline. Moving his hand to the zipper, Harry looked at the keening blonde, silently asking if it was okay.
“Please,” the other boy groaned out.
Harry quickly undid his lover’s jeans, pulling them down as far as they could go without with boy moving. Pressing his cock into Draco’s, now free without any barriers, the two formed a rhythm, thrusting into each other, gasping and moaning all the while. It was the most incredible thing Harry had ever felt, and he didn’t think he would last very long.
“Oh, Merlin, Draco, feel so good.”
“Ugh, Harry,” the blonde’s hands came to rest on Harry’s arse, squeezing the cheeks lovingly.
“Draaaco,” Harry gasped out, loving the feel of hands there.
Urged on, Draco moved a finger lower, to rest just above Harry’s puckered entrance.
“Draco, please, do it.” Harry was torn between bucking into Draco’s hard and weeping cock, or his teasing finger, wanting to feel more of both, and insanely curious to how having a finger there would feel.
Draco teased his hole gently, knowing he couldn’t do too much without lube, he didn’t want to hurt the other boy. He pressed a finger to Harry’s hole, circling, but barely breaching.
Harry was so close, if only Draco would stop teasing him!
“Draco, want your finger in me. Wanna feel it in me.” Harry all but cried.
“Don’t have any lube, don’t want it to hurt you.”
Harry moaned, but paused to concentrate, hoping he could perform the spell without a wand. He had never tried this particular spell before. He knew the instant it worked because he could feel cool liquid in and surrounding his puckered entrance.
“There. Now fuck me with your finger!” Harry demanded, attacking Draco’s neck, intent on sucking a new bruise.
Draco spared a thought at Harry’s display of wandless magic, but when Harry pushed his arse up to meet his fingers, all thoughts left his mind. He slowly circled the needy hole, pushing the tip inside.
“Nugh,” Harry moaned into Draco’s neck. “More. Want more.”
Pushing his finger all of the way in, Draco slowly fucked his lover with a finger, gradually adding a second. After a few moments of searching Draco found what he was looking for, causing Harry to near scream as his prostate was grazed for the first time. Twice more was all Harry could take before he was cumming all over the blonde, biting into the blonde’s shoulder as his body shuddered. Draco felt the hot, sticky liquid cover his stomach and cock, and that was all he needed to join Harry in ecstasy, cumming with Harry’s name on his lips.
Harry collapsed onto Draco, completely spent, his whole body tingling.
“That was…”
“Incredible.” Draco finished.
“Very much so. When can we do it again?”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to move in the next few minutes, much less get it up again.” The blonde laughed.
The brunet fake pouted, but knew Draco was right. There was no way he would be able to move again so soon after the best orgasm of his life.
Eventually, the two had to move or risk getting stuck together with dried cum. They made their way to the bathroom to shower, where they washed each other down, exchanging kisses, and inevitably, rubbed each other to completion once again.
The two went to bed that night, knowing that they simply had to find a way to spend more time together over the week. Harry was quickly growing addicted to the beautiful blonde boy.
Edited November 25, 2013 by AlwaysSnarry
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Chapter 11
McGonagall arrived promptly on time the next morning. After noting the scowling boys she assigned the two another week in the room, and took off towards the Great Hall.
Harry didn’t see Draco much that day, only in classes and never in the hallways, although he was already dying to sneak a kiss or two. He wished he could meet his boyfriend after supper but he had to talk to Dumbledore about Draco’s father, then had Quidditch practice to deal with that evening.
Harry waited for the old man to leave the teacher’s table before he excused himself from supper with the whispered excuse of needing to talk to Dumbledore about a vision he had over the weekend (a truth, sort of) Harry left his friends.
Reaching the gargoyle that marked the headmaster’s office, Harry stopped. He hadn’t been given this week’s password so he would have to guess. The headmaster had been using Muggle candies recently, so Harry started there.
“Jolly Ranchers. Twizzlers. Jawbreakers. Gummy Worms. Cinnamon Hearts. Skittles. Chocolate covered pretzels…. Um. Sour Patch Kids. Fuzzy Peaches.”
The gargoyle started to move at that last one, and Harry sighed in relief; he’d been running out of ideas. Stepping onto the twisting staircase, Harry ascended to Dumbledore’s office.
Before Harry had a chance to knock he heard Dumbledore’s voice telling him to come in.
“Welcome, my boy. How are you this evening?”
“I’m fine Professor. I actually have a favor to ask you, if that’s all right.”
“Of course, Harry. Fuzzy Peach?” Dumbledore held out the bowl to Harry, who took a couple before continuing.
“Well the thing is. D – Malfoy and I –”
“You can call him Draco, Harry. I am aware that the two of you are becoming friends and are tricking Professor McGonagall into letting you stay in the room.”
Harry gaped at the professor. If Dumbledore knew that then did he know…?
“How do you know that?” Harry asked.
“Ah, the perks of being Headmaster.” Dumbledore winked at him, but said no more.
Harry was doubly worried about the Headmaster knowing about his wetting and his and Draco’s sexual encounters in the room, but continued on, determined to stay true to his promise to Draco to get Lucius Malfoy out of Azkaban.
“Professor, the thing is, well, since Draco and I have become friends he’s told me about his home life. More specifically, his parents.” Harry launched into an abbreviated version of Draco’s story, finishing with, “Is it possible to get Draco’s dad out of Azkaban since he’s really innocent after all?”
Dumbledore had a pensive look on his face and took a long time to answer.
“Well, my boy, if what you told me is true, and I don’t doubt it if Narcissa is anything like her youngest sister, then it may be possible to get Lucius released. Truth be told, I never did believe that Lucius was anything like his father. He really was a good boy when he attended Hogwarts, if only his father hadn’t arranged the marriage between him and Narcissa. But then, we wouldn’t have the pleasure of Draco’s company.”
Harry blushed as the last comment was said with a wink.
“So, do you think we can get Draco’s dad out of prison and safe? What about the spell on Draco?” Harry asked.
“I think it will be only too easy to get Mr. Malfoy’s father out of Azkaban. I shall see to it tonight.” Harry grinned at this, excited to tell Draco that he would get to see his father really soon. “Concerning the spell on Draco, it sounds quite familiar, but I will need to do a bit of research before we try to break it. If we can keep Lucius Malfoy’s release out of the papers then it will buy us some time before Narcissa uses the spell to hurt her son.”
Things were working out better than Harry expected and it was all he could do from jumping up and running to find his boyfriend right now.
“Yes, yes, I think this will all work out, Harry. Hmm. Yes. Well, Harry, I must ask you to tell no one other than young Mr. Malfoy about this. Words heard by the wrong ears can end up repeated to a certain Dark Lord.”
“Of course,” Harry nodded. “Professor?”
“Yes?”
“Where will Mr. Malfoy stay after you get him released? He can’t go back to the Manor.”
“The safest place for him will be Hogwarts. That way he will be able to see his son and we will be able to keep an eye on him. I would like to go through his memories before we leave him alone, just to make sure Draco’s story is accurate.”
Harry grumbled a bit at the mention of Draco being anything but trustworthy, but understood Dumbledore’s need to ensure he wasn’t letting someone in the castle who could turn against them. They were in a war, after all.
“I think our dear Severus wouldn’t mind an old friend staying with him for the time being.” Dumbledore mused.
Harry almost choked.
“Now, now,” Chuckled Dumbledore, “Severus and Lucius are old friends, and are now on the same side of the war. Professor Snape is Draco’s godfather for a reason.”
Draco hadn’t mentioned that. Still, Harry supposed it made sense. “So he’ll just hide in Snape’s chambers?”
“Professor Snape, Harry. And yes, he will have to, at least until we can break the spell on Draco. Well, I will send Dobby to find you two when I return to the castle. I’m sure you will be waiting up.”
Harry nodded, thanking his professor. He couldn’t wait to go tell Draco the news. He’d never dreamed that it would happen so fast.
Harry was halfway to the Slytherin common room when he remembered that he had Quidditch practice to attend. Cursing, Harry turned and headed back to his own common room.
“Hiya Harry. Almost ready to head to practice?” Ron asked from his spot by the fireplace.
“Just about.”
Harry hurried upstairs, quickly changing into his Quidditch robes. He penned a short note to Draco, asking the other boy to meet him by the changing rooms after practice. He gave the note to Hedwig, who was resting in her favorite spot by the window. Ron kept joking that she was too good for the owlery, and Harry didn’t think his friend was far off.
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Practice seemed to drag on, the cold weather not helping matters. By the time practice was done Harry was grumpy with impatience and badly in need of the loo. Held up even further by his beaters incessant questions, Harry was still cleaning up practice equipment as the last person left the changing rooms.
He noticed a blonde head peeking out from behind the bleachers as he locked up the equipment room. Heading over to the changing room, he gestured Draco to follow him. They both hurried to the room, wanting to get away from the cold.
Draco greeted Harry with a long kiss before he broke away.
“What was so urgent you needed to meet me in the middle of the night – and cold?” He grumbled. “Miss me that much already?”
“Git.” Harry joked, although he had missed the Slytherin. “Dumbledore’s getting your dad back tonight.”
Draco’s eyes bugged out of his head. “Really? So quickly?”
“Yeah, he was leaving before practice, should be back soon, I’d guess. Dumbledore probably had some favors or something, but he acted like it would be no big deal.”
Draco broke out into a huge smile.
“Harry, this is amazing! Thank you so much!” He engulfed the smaller boy into a huge hug, swinging him around in his excitement.
The squeeze and sudden movement caused Harry’s bladder to protest strongly, a warning squirt of piss escaping.
“Draco,” Harry gasped out, “You gotta put me down.”
“Don’t wanna. You’re amazing.” Draco said, pressing kisses to Harry’s lips.
Distracted, Harry kissed back, until a second, longer stream of piss emptied itself into Harry’s boxers.
Pulling away as much as he could, Draco was still holding him in the air, Harry groaned out, “Gotta pee, Dray, real bad. Let me down.”
“Oops, sorry Harry.” He quickly sat Harry down, smile never leaving his face.
Harry hurried off to the stall to empty his bladder, sighing in relief as he made it in time.
Exiting the stall, he was immediately embraced by Draco again.
“Draco, I gotta shower before Dumbledore gets back with your dad. I stink.”
The blonde sniffed the air around him. “Yeah, you really do.” He teased. “Better help you get clean.”
Draco started peeling Harry’s robes off before Harry could even form words. Leaving a trail of clothes behind them, Draco gently shoved Harry towards the showers, pulling his own shirt over his head as he did.
“Oh, you’re gonna join me then,” Harry’s eyes were immediately drawn to the perfect, pale chest before him. Unable to resist touching, he reached a hand over to tweak and tease a nipple until it hardened.
“Yeah, got to properly thank you.” Draco shoved his pants and briefs down as one, kicked off his socks and shoes, and backed Harry into one of the showers. Turning the water on hot, he pressed himself up against his beautiful boyfriend and proceeded to ravish him.
Harry gasped as Draco’s mouth bit lightly at one nipple, then the other. Mouth slowly moving downwards, Draco nipped and licked his way down Harry’s body, stopping at Harry’s needy cock.
“Draco, please, ugh, do something.” Harry’s cock was straining at Draco’s lips, which were just barley touching him. Draco’s tongue slowly circled the head, licking the precum up and smacking his lips at the salty taste of his lover.
“Nugh, Draco,” Harry whined.
Taking pity on the other boy, Draco closed his lips over the cockhead, sucking lightly. Harry’s lips bucked at the sensation, not used to a mouth there. Draco put his hands on Harry’s hips, holding him still as he took Harry’s cock as far as he could. He got into a rhythm, using his tongue to run along the underside of Harry’s dick.
Harry couldn’t stop himself from crying out and moaning every time Draco ran his tongue over the head of his cock or when he would hollow out his cheeks for better suction. His knees were going weak. Needing something to hold on to he grabbed a handful of Draco’s hair, his other hand holding on to the wall.
“Draco, go good. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Gonna cum, Draco, I’m cumming!” Harry moaned as he shot his load down Draco’s throat, who gasped around his mouthful. Harry looked down at the blonde, who was greedily swallowing every last drop, save for the small bit that had escaped, running down his chin. Harry nearly came again at the sight, and hauled his lover up, to face him. He reached his tongue out and tentatively licked the drop of his cum off Draco’s face, curious at the taste. It was bitter, but not bad. Harry bet it would taste a lot better on Draco’s lips, and moved to kiss the other boy to find out. He was right.
Harry moved his hand out from Draco’s hair, downwards to grip Draco’s cock. Draco’s soft cock.
“Didn’t you get hard?” Harry asked, wondering if he had done something wrong.
“Of course not. I came when you did.” Draco grinned.
“But I didn’t even touch you.”
“Proof that I can come just by looking at your beautiful dick and face.”
Harry was slightly shocked, and very happy, at this. No one else had ever called him beautiful, but Harry was quickly learning that Draco was an exception to most things.
The two had just finished dressing when they heard a loud crack.
“Misters Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, sirs. Professor Dumbleydore is to be wanting you in his office now.”
A/N: Sorry that there's not much omo this chapter. The next few are going to be more focused on plot than on omo/smut, sorry guys. I do have to move this story onwards though, and I promise there will be more omo in the future. |
A/N: Sorry this one took so long. I kept trying to write this chapter differently and it wasn't working out. Eventually I just let the chapter take me, and I ended up in a completely different direction then what I had planned. Still, I think I like it more this way. I hope you do, too. There ended up being a long omo scene, which I hadn't planned on.Chapter 12
Harry sat in Dumbledore’s office, quietly fidgeting. Not because he needed to pee, but because Draco and his father had been in an adjoining room with Dumbledore and Snape for the past hour, and Harry had no clue what was happening. He wanted to be there for Draco but instead he was made wait here like he had no involvement in the matter.
Eventually, Dumbledore and Snape came out of the room. Dumbledore looked tired while Snape looked as he always did.
“Is Mr. Malfoy okay? How is Draco?”
“They are both fine, my boy.” Dumbledore assured him, “They’re asking for you now.”
Harry rushed off to the other room, anxious to see Draco and make sure he was okay for himself. Getting his father back, especially a father who had spent the past months in prison, had to be emotionally draining.
Draco and his father were sitting side by side on a large sofa facing a burning fireplace. Mr. Malfoy had his arm around his son and Draco was clinging to his father tightly. Mr. Malfoy looked worse for wear. He was wearing simple black robes, something Snape must have lent him for they seemed much cleaner than the robes he would have worn in Azkaban. He was free of drit and grime, and his long blonde hair, now streaked with grey, was clean, meaning he must have taken a shower or someone had cast a few strong cleaning charms on him. His face held more wrinkle lines than the last time Harry had seen him, and his eyes had a haunted look to them, but his face reflected happiness at having his son so near. Harry paused just inside the doorway, not wanting to disturb the moment between the two Malfoy men.
Mr. Malfoy looked up at that moment, eyes locking with Harry’s.
“I hear I have you to thank for my rescue. I thank you, Mr. Potter, for reuniting me with my son.”
“I didn’t really do anything. It was all Professor Dumbledore and Snape, really.”
“Nevertheless, they would have not known our circumstance had you not decided to help, so, for that, I am in your debt.”
“No, really. You don’t have to be in my debt, I was happy to help Draco.” Harry hastened to say, not wanting Mr. Malfoy to feel as if he owed him anything.
“Ah, yes. Draco has told me about your relationship.”
Harry hadn’t thought that Draco would tell his father about them so soon and was lost for words, not knowing what Draco had told his father exactly or what he should say to the man.
“I, uh, well…” Harry blushed.
“Shush, Dad. Don’t interrogate Harry.” Draco came to his rescue.
Harry was still standing awkwardly near the door, shifting from foot to foot when Draco go up and embraced him.
“Thank you so much, Harry. I love you.” He murmured in Harry’s ear.
“I love you, too.” Harry responded quietly, feeling awkward proclaiming his love for Draco in front of Draco’s father.
Draco pulled out of the embrace, but held tight to Harry’s hand as he led Harry to sit on the sofa with them. Draco settled back beside his father, pulling Harry to rest against him. Harry relaxed into the warmth and happiness radiating from the blonde, feeling himself being lulled to sleep by the soft voices talking beside him.
***
Harry woke with a start, immediately becoming aware of his rapidly soaking trousers. It took him a moment before he remembered where he was and who he was with. He was wetting on a sofa in Dumbledore’s rooms, curled up next to Draco, with his boyfriend’s father on the other side of the sofa. His only saving grace was that they were both asleep.
Harry panicked, forcing his bladder to stop emptying itself. He grabbed hold of himself with the hand that wasn’t trapped between his body and Draco’s, holding tight to prevent the remaining urine from escaping. It proved difficult, for his weak bladder had filled to the brim while he had been sleeping, and not enough liquid had escaped to make things easier on his bladder.
Moaning quietly, Harry scanned the dark room for a bathroom, but the only door in the room was the one he had entered through. Harry wasn’t sure he wanted to take the chance of running into the Headmaster or Snape, not sure how long he had slept or if either of the men were still in the office.
Harry whimpered as a spurt escaped. Regaining control was difficult, but squeezing harder on his dick helped a bit.
“Harry?” Draco’s sleepy voice murmured.
“Draco,” Harry cried silently. “Please help me.”
“What’s wrong?” Draco was immediately awake, shifting around so that he could wrap his boyfriend in a loving embrace.
“I w-woke up and I was w-wetting and I – I – I still need to go really badly, and th-there’s no loo here.” Tears were falling silently down Harry’s face and both hands were now clutching his dick for dear life, trying their hardest to delay the wetting.
“Shush, love. It’ll be okay. We’ll find you a loo.”
“It’s already t-too late. I w-w-wet on the sofa, a-and if we leave this room D-Dumbledore might be out th-there and he’ll see. Draco, please.” He didn’t even know what he was asking for, but three-second stream let loose, arching out from his jeans between his fingers. Sobbing in earnest, he clamped down tighter, trying to prevent further leaking.
“Draco,” he hiccupped, “I can’t hold it much longer, it’s coming out!”
“Harry, love,” Draco kissed the sobbing boy’s cheeks. “Just let go, okay? Once you’re done I’ll clean it up and no one will ever know it happened.”
“I can’t! Your father is there, I just can’t!”
Draco’s mind was racing, trying to think of a way to help his boyfriend. He pulled Harry completely on top of him, rocking him back and forth as he sobbed.
“Harry, you’ll hurt yourself. Please, just pee, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Harry shook his head, burying it into Draco’s chest. Draco didn’t understand. He just couldn’t wet in front of Lucius Malfoy. Thoughts of the time he accidentally wet in front of Uncle Vernon ran through Harry’s head and he sobbed louder, clutching Draco in fear, Draco’s voice fading as he was pulled into the memory.
Violent sobbing woke Lucius Malfoy from his slumber, and, for a moment, he thought he was back in Azakaban. It wasn’t uncommon for the Dementors to drive a person mad; screaming and crying could be heard at any given time. Hearing his son’s voice brought him out of that thought. He opened his eyes to see his son cradling Harry like a small child as the smaller boy howled in fear. It took a moment for Lucius to notice the boy’s wet crotch and the hands clutching himself.
“Draco, what is wrong with him?”
“Nothing’s wrong with him.” Draco answered fiercely, pulling the boy tighter to his chest.
“Something is clearly the matter.”
“But not with him. It’s not Harry’s fault!” Draco pressed kisses to the younger boy’s face and hair, trying to bring him back to the present.
“Harry has problems with his bladder. He can’t control it that well, and not at all when he’s asleep. He woke up wetting, and freaked out. He stopped himself from finishing, and now it’s hurting him.” Draco explained.
“Well we will just find him a loo.” Lucius said, not really seeing the problem.
“He doesn’t want to chance seeing Dumbledore or Professor Snape if they’re out there. And he wouldn’t finish up in here because he was scared of you finding out.”
“Why would he be scared of me?”
“I’m not sure. He wasn’t this bad when I found out. I think it has something to do with adults. His uncle was the one who caused this problem in the first place.”
“Oh, the poor child.” Lucius knew all about abusive family members and his heart went out to the boy.
Lucius moved closer to the two boys, putting his hand on Harry’s back. The young Gryffindor flinched, unconsciously pressing in closer to Draco, where he felt safe.
“Harry, I promise you, I will not hurt you. I am not like your family, child. I will not punish you for wetting, ever. Please, Harry, do not hurt yourself by refusing your bladder.” Lucius spoke quietly to the young boy, trying not to frighten him more.
“Harry, please listen. Please, love, for me.” Draco pleaded.
Harry finally moved his head out from Draco’s chest, looking up into the shining blue eyes. Just has Harry was about to nod, he was stricken with a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. Doubling over, whimpering and crying, he once again buried himself into Draco’s protection.
“It hurts.”
Draco’s heart was breaking for his love. He gently pried Harry’s hands from their tight hold on his penis, hoping that would help, but Harry continued to cry out in pain.
“Draco, you rub his lower stomach, I will rub his back. Try to coax him into relaxing.” Lucius instructed.
Draco did what his father said, rubbing Harry’s bulging bladder and muttering calming words into his ear.
After long minutes, Draco felt the rush of liquid hit him and sighed in relief. Harry was shaking from both the remains of panic and the relief of letting go, feeling the hot urine soak through his clothes and cover his boyfriend. His crying died down as his bladder continued to empty and he loosened his grip on the younger blonde. He could feel Mr. Malfoy’d hand gently rubbing his back, and while part of him was still scared, another, larger part had been pacified by his words earlier. He had sounded just like Draco and it soothed Harry. This Lucius Malfoy was nothing like the one he had met before, nor was he anything like his uncle.
The three stayed that way for some minutes after Harry had finished peeing, until Draco shifted Harry so they were face to face.
“Don’t ever do that to me again, Harry. I don’t ever want to see you hurt yourself that way again. I love you so much. So much.” Tears were gathering in his eyes as he starred at the man he loved.
“I can’t… in front of people.” Harry’s eyes pleaded with Draco to understand.
“You did in front of my father and nothing bad happened. Harry, promise me. Don’t do this again. I can’t bear to see you hurt like that.”
After a long pause, Harry said, “I can try. But I can’t promise Draco. Not yet.”
Draco sighed, knowing that was the best he was going to get for a while. Harry really wasn’t in the right emotional space to be able to promise this and not break it, he supposed.
Draco pulled Harry in for a quick kiss before letting the exhausted boy cuddle in to him.
“Love you, Dray.” Harry’s yawning voice trailed off as sleep quickly took him.
Father and son sat silently for a few moments before Lucius turned to Draco, his expression clearly saying that he wanted an explanation.
Draco sighed.
“Harry’s aunt and uncle abuse him, really badly. They locked him in a cupboard for days on end, and never gave him enough food. Sometimes he’d go days without anything to eat. Sometimes they would give him a bucket to pee in, sometimes they wouldn’t, then they would punish him for wetting. His uncle used to beat him, break bones or burn him usually. Harry’s magic healed him most of the time, but sometimes… it didn’t. When his uncle kicked in his bladder his magic didn’t help him. He’s had very little control since.” Draco buried his face into Harry’s soft brown hair, tears falling for the boy he loved.
“Why did no one report the abuse?” Lucius asked.
“No one knew.” Came a voice from the doorway. |
Sorry this has been a long time coming. I've had a particularly hard few months and wasn't up to writing, but I'm back. This was actually up on FF.net earlier, so you guys are getting this a day later (sorry!) Anyways, I hope you enjoy! :)
Chapter 13
Draco and Lucius startled at the unexpected sound. Turning, Draco saw Professor Snape wearing an expression he had never seen before: guilt.
Severus, having witnessed the end of the scene that had played out in front of him, was at a loss. For years he had gone on believing that the Potter boy was as spoiled and arrogant as his father, only to have all his beliefs concerning the boy shatter right in front of his very eyes. He had no idea that the boy had been as badly abused as he had. If he’d only known…
“What do you mean? Surely someone would have noticed. Didn’t anyone check up on Harry in the ten years he was living with his aunt and uncle?” Lucius inquired.
“No,” Severus sighed. “We were under the impression that he was safe there. No one thought that he would suffer at the hands of his relatives.”
“But Dumbledore knows everything!” Draco exclaimed.
“He knows what goes on in his castle. He has informants on the goings on of the Ministry. He even placed Arabella Figg in a house nearby to the Dursleys, to watch over Potter, but she never reported anything out of the ordinary.”
“Well she must have been in on the abuse too!”
“No, Draco. Arabella does not contain a single cruel bone in her body. It is much more likely that the Dursley’s hid the abuse from the public eye. Even Pot –” Severus stopped himself, the boy hardly felt like a Potter after the abuse he had suffered. Surely he deserved to be called by his proper name. “Even Harry might have hidden the abuse, for fear of further abuse from his family or out of shame.”
“He wouldn’t have hid it!” Draco said furiously, tears in his eyes.
“He hid it from us. Never once did he confide in any Hogwarts professor. I doubt even his friends, the Weasleys, know about how he was abused.”
“Some people do not know how to look for signs of abuse.” Lucius added sadly.
“But…” Draco cradled his sleeping lover closer, determined to protect him from any further abuse.
“Come, Draco. Let’s clean you two up. You need sleep.” Severus said.
“I’m not leaving Harry.” Blue-grey eyes flashed determinedly.
“You can stay in my guest rooms for the night, until Dumbledore has rooms in the dungeons for your father. You may stay with Harry.”
Draco sighed in relief. He didn’t want to leave Harry alone after the scare he had just had. What if he woke up again, alone and still scared? He was glad his professor was not making a fuss about it.
Severus continued. “May I ask you stop lying to Minerva, though? She will find out that the two of you are lying about getting along, and the longer you lie about it, the harsher her new punishment will be. Do not be fooled by her Gryffindor colors.”
“I’m sorry,” Draco apologized, “We really weren’t getting along when she first assigned us detention. But then we were getting along, but we knew we can’t be friendly in public. We didn’t want to be separated that long. We needed those weekends.”
Lucius’ heart broke for his son, for what his boy had to endure because of his poor decisions. He should have tried harder to escape from Narcissa’s control. Reaching over, he wrapped his son – and Harry, who was still curled up in Draco’s arms – into a loving embrace.
“I am truly sorry, Draco. I know it is, in part at least, my fault that you cannot openly show your affection for young Harry. But I can promise you that you both are free to spend any time you have out of class in my chambers.”
“Thank you, dad.” Keeping one arm firmly around Harry, Draco returned his father’s hug with one arm. He couldn’t remember ever being happier than he was at this very moment, with the two people he loved most next to him. Three, he corrected himself, looking to his godfather who was looking awkward at the open display of affection.
“I think it is best we head for my chambers. Morning comes early.”
“Right,” Lucius nodded, disentangling himself from the boys. He cast a thorough cleaning spell on the two boys and the couch causing the sleeping hero to wiggle in his sleep as the spell tickled him.
“Can you carry him?” He asked his son.
“Yeah. Lead the way.” Draco kept Harry wrapped securely in his arms as he followed the older men back into Dumbledore’s office and through the floo to Uncle Severus’ dreary chambers. The room was done almost entirely in black, save for the odd splashes of Slytherin green. By the fireplace sat a rickety armchair and an old sofa, which was covered in books. In fact, nearly every available surface was covered in books or potions supplies. The room was small and cluttered, and frankly, a little smelly thanks to some of the potions ingredients.
“You really ought to brighten the place up a bit, Sev.” Lucius echoed Draco’s thoughts.
“And clean,” Draco added.
“I’ve never had reason to.”
“Yes, while if I am going to be staying here for the next while, I’d like something a little less depressing. I think that the only positive lesson that I took away from my marriage is that interior decoration is important.”
“I thought you are getting your own chambers?” Draco questioned.
“I will be, however, they will be attached to Severus’ for convenience’s sake. Whenever you come to visit me you will have to go through his rooms, for my rooms will have no other door. Dumbledore thinks it will be the best way to keep students from snooping.” Lucius said, ignoring the muttered comment from Severus on the student’s ability to put their noses where they don’t belong. “He’ll be by sometime tomorrow to expand these chambers. For now, we make do with what Severus already has.”
“Speaking of, where can I lay Harry? He’s getting pretty heavy.”
“Follow me.”
Severus led Draco through a door on the left of the room to a bedroom that had only slightly escaped the clutter of the sitting room. The room was rather dusty and Draco could tell from what he could see that the room was used to store broken items and unimportant books (Draco thought he saw some old school Divination textbooks stacked by the wardrobe).
“It’s not much. I never have guests.” Severus said uncomfortably as Draco gently laid Harry onto the rickety old bed. “And I’m afraid I only have one guest room. Lucius, I’ll have to transfigure the sofa for you.”
“Don’t worry about it, old friend. Tomorrow we can fix this place up, make it homey and new, and add a small hidden wing for me. Not to worry, it’ll be fun.”
Severus looked as if the idea was anything but fun. Draco chuckled at his godfather’s expression and climbed into bed with his sleeping lover. Harry immediately latched onto Draco, mumbling happily about pretty blondes.
“Goodnight, son.” Lucius bent to kiss his son on the forehead, placing a kiss upon Harry’s messy head as well. “And thank you. Both.”
“I couldn’t face leaving you there any longer, but it really was all Harry’s doing.”
“I will see to it that I thank him properly in the morning.” Lucius smiled, exiting in the room.
Severus hung back for a moment, eyeing the small boy sleeping contentedly.
“Draco, if Harry wets, make sure he knows not to worry. I will not punish him for it.” Severus was concerned for the young boy, fearing that the trauma of the boy ran deeper than anyone knew.
“I’ll make sure to tell him, but he’ll probably panic like he did with dad. He terrified of people knowing, and I think he associates all adult men with his uncle.”
“I do wish that we can prove to him that he will be safe with his wetting, in my chambers if nowhere else.”
“Thank you,” Draco whispered, as Severus left the room, thankful that Harry seemed to have another ally, another person who could help him see that his wetting was okay.
***
Draco awoke in the morning to a panicked cry. His first instinct was to reach for Harry, to make sure no one was hurting him. However, he was shoved away by the same boy he wished to protect.
“Harry, what’s wrong?”
“Wh-where am I?”
“We’re in Professor Snape’s guest rooms. Harry, you’re safe here, I promise.” Draco tried once again to reach out to his boyfriend only to be shoved away again, more violently than before.
“No. No, no I’m n-n-not.” Harry could barely get the words out, he was sobbing so hard.
“Yes, Harry. You are. I’m here to protect you, like I always will. Your uncle isn’t here, he can’t hurt you. No one will.”
“Pr-pro-professor Sn-nape will.” Harry buried his face into his palms, shaking like a leaf.
Realization dawned upon Draco. “No, Harry. He won’t. He told me last night. He won’t punish you for wetting.”
“But I w-w-wet in his be-bed.”
“It’s okay, he won’t care. We’re wizards, we can magic away the mess within seconds.” This time, Draco was allowed to embrace his boyfriend.
“Is everything okay? We heard a shout.” Lucius and Severus entered the small guest room, both pajama clad and neither seemed fully awake.
“It’s all okay. Harry just wet the bed.”
“Draco!” Harry hissed, mad at his boyfriend for telling the two older men, and scared that Draco was wrong and Snape really would punish him for wetting.
“Draco, may I speak with Harry alone?” Severus asked, much to Harry’s dismay. Draco was wrong! Harry was going to be punished for his accident, he knew it. Whimpering, he melted into Draco’s warmth, trying to hide himself away from the potions master.
“Harry, I will not harm you. I simply wish to speak with you. Draco will not be far, you will be able to call him back if you need him. Please, I only want to talk to you.” Harry thought Professor Snape’s face showed a genuine wish to talk to him, but he was terrified to take that chance.
“Will you give Draco your wand, that way you can’t hurt me with magic?” Harry asked meekly.
“Yes.” Snape promised, already giving his wand to Lucius.
“Okay then. I’ll talk. But Draco, you’re going to stay close, right?”
“Of course. I’ll be right out in the sitting room. You can call for me if you need me, and I’ll be back here before you could say “quidditch pitch”. Draco grinned, elated, at the small smile Harry gave him.
“What do you want for breakfast? I’ll have the house elves make us something while you’re talking with Sev.”
“Pancakes with blueberries. And bacon.” Harry gave him a genuine smile this time.
The smile began to falter, however, when Draco and his father left the room, softly closing the door behind them, leaving Harry in the room with Snape.
“I’m r-really sorry, S-sir. I did-didn’t me-me-mean to wet your bed.” Harry timidly looked at wet sheets covering him.
“Harry,” Severus said sitting down at the foot of the bed. “I will never be mad with you for wetting, asleep or otherwise. It is not your fault. It is the fault of your blasted uncle, but nothing you ever did caused this.”
“I was bad. It was my fault, I should have been better.”
Severus recognized the words. They were the words he told himself when his own father beat him for his freaky powers. They were the words he had told himself as a child, as he cried himself to sleep cradling a broken arm or favoring bruises. He was furious at hearing the words come from Harry Potter, the one boy that should have had the best chance at a happy childhood.
“No, Harry. Never say those words again,” he spat, then was immediately sorry when he realized that the boy flinched away from the venom in his words.
Flinching at Snape’s words caused Harry to realize a growing problem: the need to pee. He hadn’t since he’d woken up, and the violent movement had awoken his much weakened bladder. Desperate to go to the loo, but scared to ask Snape, Harry sat still, hoping Snape finished their talk quickly.
“I’m sorry, I… Harry, I have heard those words far too often and never once were they true.”
“Really?” Harry asked, squirming a little in place. “From who?”
“Myself.”
“What?” Harry asked, stunned at what that could mean. The admission also momentarily cost Harry his concentration and he felt the smallest of trickles leak from his penis.
“I, too, was abused Harry.” This was the first time Severus had admitted it out loud, and was shocked at the weight that lifted off his shoulders once the words were uttered.
“But,” Harry sputtered, “Who would abuse you? You’re… strong and scary and…you.”
Severus chuckled. “Now I am, but once I was a scared little boy, afraid to anger my father for fear that he would take his temper out on me.”
“Did… did he hurt you real bad? Like Uncle Vernon hurt me?” Harry was fascinated at the direction their conversation was turning, but at the same time had to pull his legs up close towards his body in an attempt to apply much needed pressure to his bladder. If the conversation lasted much longer, he wouldn’t. But Harry didn’t want to end the conversation. He needed to hear someone else talk about their abuse almost as much – more than – he needed to pee.
“Yes, my father did hurt me quite badly on several occasions. Once, he almost killed me. However, he did not injure my bladder as your uncle did yours.”
At the mention of bladders, Harry’s let out a short stream of hot urine, fighting to remind Harry that it was important, too.
“Ugh,” Harry moaned out.
“Harry? What is wrong?” Severus moved closer to the boy, scared that the talk of his abuse had frightened him.
“Professor, I gotta… I really gotta…” Harry couldn’t get the words out, still afraid that his professor would punish him in some way.
“Harry, do you need to pee?” Severus asked, finally seeing the way the boy was holding himself and the new wet patch that stood out from the slightly dryer ones from his night wetting.
Nodding, Harry tried to move off the bed.
“Can I use your loo?”
“Of course you can. You don’t have to ask.”
Still, Harry sat unmoving on the bed.
“Harry?” Severus questioned.
“Where is it?” Harry quietly moaned. He didn’t think it would matter now. Pee was trickling out with increasing intensity and he wasn’t sure he could stem the flow.
“Oh, sorry. I will show you.” Severus moved to stand, but stopped as a small hand grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“Professor. I can’t make it. I’m s-sorry. I’m wetting. C-c-can’t stop it.”
Harry let out a small cry as he lost the fight with his aching bladder. Piss spouted from his already wet trousers, arching up and soaking the bed sheets below his arse. Harry shook, partially out of relief, partly because he was wetting himself in front of his potions professor.
“Shh, Harry, it’s okay. Let it happen.” Said professor had sat back down on the bed and proceeded to rub Harry’s back as Harry emptied his bladder all over himself.
It seemed to last forever, longer, Harry was sure, due to his present company. The piss continued arching from his pants with such intensity that, if Harry hadn’t known any better, he’d swear he wasn’t even wearing pants. A slight change of angle had the piss hitting the floor, covering the rug lying by the bed.
“S-sorry,” Harry said, ashamed. He put his hand over the wet stream coming from his pants in an effort to stop wetting on the man’s rug.
“Do not worry about it, Harry. It can be cleaned, and even if I couldn’t, I hate that rug. Why do you think I put it in the guest room?”
Harry couldn’t believe it, but he actually chuckled, and moved his hand away, letting the last of his pee escape onto the rug. As he finished, Professor Snape pulled him closer, putting his arm around Harry. The embrace felt closer to parental than anything he had had before, and Harry found himself leaning into his professor.
“Why are you being so nice to me? Last week you hated me.”
“Because, Harry. In you I see me. I could have very easily been the boy unable to control his own bladder.”
“It’s getting worse. I can barely control my wetting anymore.” Harry admitted. He was shocked at how easy it was to confide in Snape, easier even, than confiding in Draco. He voiced this.
“Undoubtedly because I have been through the same abuse as you. It is easier to speak with someone who understands you than to tell someone who has never been through that kind of abuse, no matter how much you love them.”
“Will I be able to talk to you again?” Harry asked, not willing to give up this newfound comfort so soon.
“Always, Harry. I will always be here for you, as a confidant and as a friend.”
As a parent? Harry wanted to ask, but stopped himself. He didn’t want to get needy and ruin this. No one would want the full-time responsibility of being a parent to Harry Potter.
“Ready to get breakfast? We better get out there before the Malfoy’s eat all of the pancakes.” Snape asked, not knowing of the drama raging in Harry’s head.
Harry silenced it as best he could, opting to smile at this new side Snape was showing him. “You bet. Let’s go fight them for it.” |
Chapter 14
After breakfast the four wizards began cleaning Severus’s chambers. It wasn’t until late afternoon that they collapsed on the now clean and transfigured to look new (and more fashionable) sofa, surveying the newly shining surfaces and matching décor. Several times Harry had had to stop what he was doing and rush to the loo, barley making it there without wetting each time. He was steadily growing more and more worried as his control over his bladder continued to decline.
Severus, too, spent much of his afternoon worrying about the boy’s lack of control. It was unusual that one’s control would decline that quickly and he made a note to speak to the boy about it later. He wondered if he could modify one of the potions used to help prevent toddlers from wetting the bed to fit Harry’s specific needs. He would have to begin researching the possibilities. Anything he could do to make the abused boy’s life easier.
That evening, as Dumbledore stopped by to make the necessary expansions to Severus’ chambers, both Harry and Draco left and headed to their respective houses.
They’d been gone all day and Harry knew his friends would be getting worried.
Worried was a bit of an understatement.
The moment Harry entered the Gryffindor Common Room he was pounced on by Hermione, Ron not far behind.
“Harry! Where were you? We hadn’t seen you since yesterday and Ron said you didn’t sleep in your room last night! We were scared that You-Know-Who had kidnapped you, or worse!” The bookish girl looked out of sorts, and Harry immediately felt bad for worrying her.
“I’m sorry I scared you ‘Mione.” Harry apologized as the three made their way up to the boy’s dorm room.
“You’re forgiven, mate. But where were you? Were you with a girl?” Ron asked slyly.
“Ronald!” Hermione exclaimed. “Harry has much too much going on in his life to be gallivanting around the castle with some girl!”
Harry wanted to agree with her, but he was never particularly good at lying, especially to his friends, and his guilt showed on his face.
“Aha! You were out with some bird! Who was it? A Hufflepuff? I heard they’re animals in bed.” Ron winked as he sprawled out on his bed. Hermione perched on the foot of Harry’s bed as Harry sat near the top of his own bed.
“Ronald!” Hermione spit out, “That is entirely disgusting. I do not what to know where you heard that.” She turned to Harry, expression turning gentle. “Harry, I understand if this whole Chosen One thing is getting overwhelming, but you have to act more responsibly. What if something happened and no one knew where you were?”
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but something stopped him. He couldn’t let his friends worry like that, and he couldn’t lie about sleeping with some girl when all he wanted to do was shout from the rooftops that he loved Draco Malfoy.
“I’m sorry,” Harry began again. “There’s something I need to tell you, and before you go off again, Hermione, I was with an adult. Two of them, in fact.”
“You’re sleeping with TWO professors!?!” Ron’s shout could have been heard from the Common Room if not for Harry’s quick spellcasting, casting a silencing charm on the room. He added a few more wards before he answered, knowing that what he was about to tell Ron and Hermione could not become public knowledge.
“No, I’m not. I’m sleeping with Draco Malfoy.”
“WHAT!”
***
Harry spent the next hour explaining to his friends how he had become boyfriends with Draco and helped to free Lucius – leaving out the parts about his wetting. He wasn’t ready to tell them that. He wasn’t sure if he ever would be, just having three people know about it was scary enough. As expected, he spent a great deal of time simply convincing his friends that Draco didn’t curse him or dose him with a love potion. Hermione wasn’t satisfied until she had run several diagnostic spells, and had spent more time trying to convince Harry to visit Madame Pomfrey. He had put his foot down at that, too afraid that Pomfrey’s spells might reveal his secret.
When his two friends were finally convinced that Draco meant Harry no harm, the three headed off to the Great Hall for supper. Ron, of course, was starved and proclaimed that he could not deal with stressful situations without sweets.
Hermione was in the middle of berating Ron for eating desert before his supper when a small school owl landed beside Harry’s plate. Curious, Harry untied the note, gave the owl a bite of his roast, and sent it on its way.
“What’s that, Harry?” Ron asked, mouth full of chocolate cake.
“Dunno,”
Harry turned the note around and instantly recognized the writing. Glancing around at the Slytherin table Harry spotted his blonde smirking into his food. He turned back around to his friends, grinning.
“It’s from Malfoy, isn’t it?” Hermione asked quietly.
“Make sure it isn’t cursed!” Ron advised.
Not sure if Ron was joking or not, Harry decided to ignore the other boy in favor of seeing what Draco had written him.
H –
Father’s chambers are ready, there’s even a second room for us. S said we could spend the night again if you can get away from Weasel and Granger for a second night without them causing a fuss. I love sleeping with you in my arms and miss you when we’re apart.
Hope to see you tonight.
Love,
D.
Harry couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face and tucked his head towards his meal to avoid everyone seeing him so happy and asking questions. It didn’t stop Ron and Hermione from asking, though.
“Well,” Demanded Ron, “What did Ferret-Face say?”
“Don’t call him that!” Harry hissed, automatically defending his boyfriend.
“Sorry,” Ron had the decency to look slightly ashamed.
“He wants me to meet him tonight. Could you maybe cover for me?” Harry asked, and as he did he felt the first stirrings of his bladder, signaling to him that he didn’t have very long before his need became much greater and more desperate.
Harry started shoveling down his food, rushing to finish so he could leave. He knew it would simply look like he was anxious to meet Draco.
Finishing the last bite of potatoes Harry couldn’t help but start to squirm in his seat some as his need quickly grew. He started to stand and make his excuses when Hermione pulled him back down to his seat, jarring his bladder painfully and causing Harry to let out a small grunt of pain. Thankfully, neither Gryffindor noticed. Ron was too focused on his food whilst Hermione was fixing Draco with a death glare.
Draco had noticed Harry’s squirming, recognizing it for what it really was. He made his own excuses, hurrying out of the Great Hall to wait by the dungeons for his boyfriend. He guessed that Harry would need him to help make a quick escape once he got away from his friends. Draco only wished that he had the freedom to go up to Harry and pull him away, but until his mother’s curse was contained he had to act like Harry meant nothing to him.
Back in the Great Hall, Harry was suffering through Hermione’s lecture about responsibility to his studies and his duty to the Wizarding World. While Harry knew she meant well and was only trying to help, he couldn’t help but wish that for once she would just shut up.
“Hermione, Draco’s waiting for me.” He interrupted.
“You can’t be meeting up with him every night. Someone’s bound to notice that you’ve gone missing from your bed. Not to mention that you’re going to neglect your studies if you spend all of your time with Malfoy!”
“Draco’s just as devoted to his studies as you are, Hermione. We will spend part of the night working on our homework, I promise.” Harry was ready to promise her anything if she would just let him go. “’Sides, Snape will be there to supervise. We’re meeting in his chambers.” Harry squeezed his thighs together tightly in an almost panic as he felt the first dribbles of pee escape. He couldn’t wet in a place as public as the Great Hall; it would be all over the papers by morning and he would become The Boy Who Wet. A humiliated blush began to creep over his face, Hermione mistaking it for his normal flush when he lied.
“Harry! This year is too important to just throw away! NEWTs are just so close –”
“Close?” Sputtered Ron. “They’re not until next year! Go Harry, and have fun with your ferret.”
Harry could have kissed Ron for providing him his escape. If not, of course for the fact that he was dating Draco and thought of Ron like a brother.
Mumbling his goodbyes, Harry made his way out of the Great Hall as quickly as he could, trying, and failing, to contain another spurt of piss as he pushed the door open.
The moment Harry was under the relative cover of the dark dungeon tunnels Harry was grabbing hold of himself, squeezing on the now damp fabric in hopes of containing the rest of his pee.
Movement from out of the shadows caused Harry to start, pulling his hand away from his crotch and letting loose another, thankfully small, spurt of pee. Harry could feel the first couple of dribbles run down his leg and prayed that it wouldn’t show through his trousers.
“Relax, love, it’s just me.”
Harry sighed in relief as Draco’s face appeared. Glancing around to see nobody else about, Harry moved his hand back to grip his crotch.
“Draco, I really got to go!”
“I know baby. We’re not too far away from Sev’s chambers. Think you can make it that far? There aren’t any other loos nearby.” Draco said, worrying that Harry wouldn’t make it to the end of the corridor, much less Severus’ chambers. His boyfriend was already clutching himself and hopping from foot to foot.
“I can try,” Harry whimpered. “I don’t wanna wet out in the open!”
Draco wrapped an arm around his scared lover, pulling him close as he hastened them deeper into the dungeons. He led them through several short cuts, but the closer they got to Severus’ chambers the slower and more doubled over in pain Harry became.
“Draco, I’m leaking, really bad. I won’t make it.” Harry sobbed, feeling ashamed as both his eyes and his cock leaked.
Harry’s underwear were soaked through, every step was releasing another spurt of urine. He was trying desperately to hold it in, but knew he was seconds away from losing it all.
“We’re really close Harry love. Just around this bend. I know you can make it, just hold strong a little bit longer.” Draco tried to encourage the younger boy.
Harry nodded, Draco’s confidence spurring him to keep moving.
Both boys stopped in their tracks as they heard quick-approaching footsteps behind them.
“Draco!” Harry cried, breathing growing frantic as he fought a losing battle with his bladder, the shock of the nearing students causing him to release a longer stream of pee. Harry gained control of himself once more, but barley. He knew that the next time he lost control would be his last. Doubling over in front of Snape’s door in utter agony, he moaned.
“I know, baby. Just a sec.”
The student’s laughing voices got closer.
The pure terror at the thought of getting caught caused Harry to shut down, tears falling silently as he hyperventilated, memories of past abuse flashing past his eyes.
The pure terror at the thought of getting caught caused Harry to shut down, tears falling silently as he hyperventilated, memories of past abuse flashing past his eyes.
Aunt Petunia, swatting five-year-old Harry away when he tried to hand her his handmade Christmas card, hissing at him that his card could never be as good as Dudley’s.
Dudley, hunting Harry at school until Harry was cornered between the sandbox and the slide, whimpering and wetting himself when he found he could run no further.
Uncle Vernon, kicking Harry out of the house one winter night shouting at him to sleep outside where he belonged.
Uncle Vernon, twisting Harry's arm behind his back as Vernon held him over the hot stove, inching young Harry closer to the heated element.
Uncle Vernon, throwing Harry into his cupboard after beating him black and blue, naked and smelling of piss. He hadn't meant to have an accident, but Uncle Vernon wouldn't let Harry use the bathroom until he finished his chores.
“Hang on!” Draco urged to deaf ears, all but carrying Harry towards the door, now not twenty feet away.
“Mandrake Root,” Draco blurted the password, looking back to make sure the approaching students were still out of sight. The door opened just as shadows appeared. Draco pushed an unresponsive Harry quickly into the room, knowing that the shove might be the last straw with his control, but knowing also that it would be a better alternative than Harry being caught by their peers desperate and with his pants wet.
***
Severus and Lucius had just sat down to enjoy a cup of tea when Harry fell through the door sobbing quietly. Both men rushed to the small boy just as Draco rushed through, slamming the door shut behind him.
Severus fell to his knees in front of the boy, not caring that he was kneeling in front of an ever-expanding puddle of pee.
“Harry?” Severus prodded gently. Harry whimpered, shaking where he knelt.
Severus gently grasped the boy’s chin, guiding the small Gryffindor to make eye contact with him, but the boy’s eyes were closed.
“Harry, please, look at me.” Severus pleaded as Harry shuddered once more.
“Harry, love, please open your eyes.” Draco knelt behind his boyfriend, rubbing his back in slow, soothing circles. Beside him, Lucius petted Harry’s hair, like he used to do for Draco when he was feeling unwell.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Harry’s shining green eyes peeked out from behind long lashed, peering us at Severus, fear still prominent in his expression.
“Hurts,”
“Shush, Harry. I won’t let those blasted Muggles hurt you anymore.” Severus tried to soothe the young boy.
“Really hurts,” Harry sobbed again, still doubled over, although the hand that had been clutching his penis was now wrapped around his stomach.
“Severus, holding it so long… He might have done more damage to his bladder.” Lucius said at no more than a whisper.
“Harry, what hurts? Please tell me sweetheart.”
Maybe it was the soothing voice or maybe it was Severus calling him “sweetheart”, but Harry finally moved from where he had been kneeling, crawling instead onto Severus’ lap.
“My stomach hurts, Daddy.” Was the last thing Harry said before he fell unconscious.
Edited July 30, 2014 by AlwaysSnarry
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Hi all,
I've been writing desperation stories for about a year now and would be grateful for any feedback you have.
This one is called "Desperate in the Lift" or "Desperate in the Elevator" for American readers!
Beth was glad to finally be on the way home. It had been a long day and she'd spent most of it dying to pee. Her boss had called her into his office first thing and given her the task of showing the new girl the ropes. She hadn't wanted the job, things were busy enough without spending the day babysitting. But when she met Kathleen she quickly changed her mind.
Kathleen was quite an old fashioned name for a sprightly nineteen year old. Named for her grandma apparently. Although Beth bet her Grandma wouldn't have thought the best way to make an impression in a new job would have been to leave the top three buttons of her shirt undone, revealing her bra and half her boobs whenever she bent over. And that skirt that was so short it was almost obscene. Not that Beth had minded too much. She had fallen pretty much in love with the new girl before 10 o'clock. They'd sat together during morning coffee break and Kathleen kept flashing her sheer panties, either accidentally or deliberately. Beth tried not to look at first, but when she caught Kathleen's eyes, an understanding seemed to pass between them and she took to openly staring as Beth continued shifting her legs around on the chair, ostensibly to get comfortable.
Beth had been single for a while now and the flirting was fun. She sipped her coffee and her mind drifted back to her last orgasm. Was it six months ago? A year? She couldn't remember, but for the first time in a long time she found herself actually aroused, wanting to touch herself again. She was also starting to need to pee but didn't want to leave Kathleen alone. What was it the boss had said. "Don't leave her side." Something like that.
Come 5 o'clock Beth was feeling very uncomfortable, her bladder aching and her tummy distended, pressing against the belt of her trousers. The journey back to the flat had taken forever, the bus breaking down half way which didn't help, leaving her to walk the last few streets in a downpour. Beth noticed as she walked that her knickers felt damp, she hoped it was excitement at the thought of what she planned to do when she got home or the rain soaking her to the skin. Kathleen's insistence on three coffee breaks through the day were taking their toll now. Beth pressed the lift button in the lobby whilst shuffling her feet, wondering if the batteries in her vibrator would still be working after all this time. And if she should wee first, or come. The lift door opened and she stepped in, reaching for the buttons.
"Hold it would you," said a voice. It was Kathleen running after her, red faced, breasts bouncing in her clingy top, soaked to the skin from the rain outside.
"You live here?" Beth found herself asking, incredulous as Kathleen reached her. She'd spent all day talking to her, chatting her up, finding out about her sex life, her fetishes for crying out loud, her desire to be spanked by a woman, something Beth had spent most of the afternoon fantasising about, but hadn't thought to ask where she lived. What was wrong with her? This was like a schoolgirl crush.
"On the top floor. I shouted you on the way out but you had your headphones in. I caught the bus behind yours, got stuck in a jam though as something had broken down in the road."
"Oh, right. Well." Beth didn't know what to say so she just pressed the door close button. The lift began to rise. Second floor, third, fourth. Suddenly there was a judder and a scraping noise, then the lights flickered. The lift ground to a halt, its lights going out completely now.
"What the hell?" Beth said, groping for the emergency call button. She found it and pressed.
"Can I help?" a tinny voice echoed out of the lift speaker.
"We're stuck, the lift isn't moving."
"Hold on. I'll just look into that for you."
Faint voices were audible in the background before the person came back to the microphone. "Hi there, we can see there's a problem, but it may take a while to get it sorted. Is it just you in there?"
"Nope, there's two of us," said Kathleen.
"Okay, well try and keep calm and we'll get things moving as quickly as possible."
"Oh God," said Beth, letting go of the button, pushing her hand between her legs in the darkness, squeezing it and squirming slightly.
"It'll be all right," replied Kathleen. "We can carry on our talk from earlier, don't have to wait until tomorrow."
"It's not that," said Beth. "It's kind of embarrassing but I'm dying for a wee."
"Oh. Can you hold it in?"
"I'll try, but I hope they get this fixed quickly."
Time passed. In the darkness Beth wasn't sure how long they'd been waiting. "Have you got a phone?" she asked at last.
"No, I left it at home this morning. What about you?"
"Batteries dead. I just wondered what time it was."
They stood in awkward silence for a while longer, in the pitch black it was impossible to know even where each of them was even stood. Beth was wriggling on her feet, feeling the pressure on her bladder growing ever stronger. She was going to have to go soon. This was so humiliating. She pressed both hands between her legs, squeezing her hand with her thigh muscles, but the dampness in her knickers was pressing against her, making it harder to distract herself now. Why was she still aroused? It didn't make sense.
"Listen," she said eventually. "I can't hold it in any longer, I'm going to have to go. Just don't hate me for this."
"It's fine," she heard Kathleen's voice come from the other corner. "Do what you have to do. Remember what I said today about being spanked? After the talks we've had, I don't think I could ever be embarrassed around you, no matter what you do. There's something about you, I just feel comfortable with you."
Beth couldn't wait for more compliments, nice as they were. She frantically pulled her knickers off from under her skirt and held them in her hand. Crouching in the corner of the lift, legs spread, she hoped she wouldn't splash onto her expensive shoes. She stood up again deciding to pull them off, putting them in the far corner away from her. She squatted down once more, feeling as if she were about to burst. She tried to relax her bladder, wishing this wasn't happening, face going red in the darkness. It was harder than she'd thought, her body not co-operating. It still thought this wasn't the place to go. Finally a single squirt of pee splashed out of her and she jolted in shock. The warmth hit her foot and at the same time a hand began stroking her bottom. Her body froze, her peeing stopped, bladder screaming for release, still desperate to go.
"Is that you?" Beth found herself asking, almost laughing. Who the hell else would it be?
"I was coming over to hold your hand," replied Kathleen. "It's a bit scary in the dark like this."
"That isn't my hand though. That's my bum."
"I know." Silence descended. Beth stayed perfectly still, waiting for her new friend to move away, not wanting to get pee on her.
Kathleen continued stroking her bum though, arm trapped between Beth's legs. Beth didn't know what to do, she couldn't hold it in much longer. A drip fell from her, landing on Kathleen's arm. She expected her to move away disgusted, but instead she just kept stroking her in the dark, arm brushing against her pussy, hand probing between her buttocks, stroking up and down with her fingers, exploring in the dark.
Beth couldn't wait any longer, her bladder relaxed involuntarily. She felt herself opening up and a stream of hot piss flew from her, splashing straight onto Kathleen's arm before falling to the floor. She felt something pressing against her legs too, then realised it was Kathleen's hair. She was leaning her face in, shuffling in the dark to lie underneath Beth on her back, wriggling along the floor..
Beth felt down with her hands. She could feel that Kathleen had moved to lie directly under her, tongue sticking out, hot pee splashing onto her, soaking her face and hair, covering her clothes as she lay on the lift floor. Still the hand kept probing round her bottom. Beth found herself incredibly turned on by this, in the pitch black it didn't feel as inappropriate as it would have in the light, not making eye contact helped. It was like a dream, anything was allowed. When a long fingernail brushed round her anus, she didn't even move away, just pushed down slightly, helping it to go inside. She felt it slide up into her, probing inside her bottom, thrusting gently. It was joined by a tongue licking between her pussy and her butt.
Still she kept peeing, it smelt strongly in there now having been held in all day long. She knew it would be soaking Kathleen's top and she found that excited her more, thinking of her bra showing through the wet top. She could feel pee running over her own feet, pooling under her. She could hear Kathleen swallowing, never stopping the exploration of her bottom. Finally the flow began to reduce to a trickle, then a few last drops. At least she felt better, no longer like she was about to explode. She was still so excited though she decided to try risking something raunchier. Instead of standing up, she lowered herself down onto Kathleen's face. She felt a tongue begin to slide up inside her, it felt exquisite, silky smooth, tasting her, licking inside her, a nose brushing her bottom, chin pressed against her clit. She ground down onto it, at last feeling the burning in her clit being satisfied.
Beth had expected to be touching herself that night, so to have someone else do it to her was incredible, especially after being single all this time. She fell forwards, laying herself down on top of Kathleen, groping in the dark for her skirt, pulling it up to her waist, pushing knickers to one side. She slipped her fingers into the sopping wetness she could feel in the pitch black, one finger then another, thrusting them in and out of her new friend. She felt with her tongue for the bump of a clit, sucking it into her mouth, running her tongue over it, circling it over and over.
The finger in her bottom was thrusting faster now as the tongue inside her lapped ever harder. She ground her hips down, the pressure on her clit now so much she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Seconds later she felt Kathleen bite down onto her as an orgasm ripped through her, the fingers inside her squeezed so tight by Kathleen's muscles it was almost painful. Beth felt hot gasping breaths between her legs, muffled groans coming from her partner, her legs were twitching as the climax took over. Beth felt a squirt of something coming out of Kathleen and splash over her face. The taste was sensational and she found herself gulping it down, licking up as much as she could.
It was all too much for Beth now, she felt her own orgasm flying towards her, the pent up days and months of not touching herself combining to make this the most powerful climax she'd ever felt. The naughtiness of what they were doing excited her even more, knowing that at any moment the lights might come on, the lift doors might open. She screamed out loud as her climax took over her, bright lights flashing in her eyes even though they were closed, the finger in her arse gripped tightly, pulled inwards. She pushed down with her hips, almost suffocating Kathleen who struggled for breath under her. Her hands became fists as she felt the sensational joy of her climax, her clit at last being satisfied as the orgasm spread its warmth throughout her whole being. She collapsed onto the body under her, breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down.
With a jolt, the lift suddenly began moving again. Beth shot to her feet, wobbling dizzily, reaching out with her hand. She helped Kathleen up just as the lights pinged back into life. She looked at her companion, top soaked to the skin, nipples clearly visible through it, hair still a mess. Beth glanced down at herself. She was dressed, her shoes were still on her feet.
"Why is the floor wet?" Kathleen asked suddenly. "Was it raining that much?"
"Erm..." Beth thought. Was it a dream? Was Kathleen pretending? They both stood there for a moment, unable to look each other in the eyes. The lift door opened and Beth stepped out, body aching for a piss. She must have been daydreaming in there.
She looked up at Kathleen, standing in the lift and smiling at her warmly. As the doors slowly closed she looked out at Beth and blew her a kiss.
"See you at work," said Beth.
"Unless the lift breaks down again," Kathleen replied as the door finally clunked shut.
The end - For now!
Hope you liked it! |
Desperate At The Doctors Chapter 1 A Full Bladder Needed
The letter said "Ensure you have a full bladder." Mine wasn't so much full as overflowing like a sink with the tap left running. I had arrived at the surgery with two minutes to spare before my appointment. Just my luck that they were running late today as well.
I didn't know what my stomach cramps were, but then that was what the scan was for. I stood up as another pang of pain shot through me, they better not be much longer.
"Hi," I said to a receptionist half my age. "I know I'm meant to have a full bladder but I'm dying to pee. Do you mind if I use the bathroom?"
She frowned at me. "We really do advise you to wait until after your appointment Miss Welles. Please take a seat,. I'm sure they won't be much longer."
I sat back down, ignoring the supportive glances of the other women in the surgery as another twenty minutes slowly ticked by. Finally just as I felt about to burst the speaker burst into life. "Miss Welles please for Doctor Carmody."
I almost ran through the surgery door, along the corridor and past the waiting doctor who smiled at me. "Miss Welles?"
She looked far too young to be wearing that lab coat, barely out of her teens and not a single wrinkle in sight. "Come in and climb on here," she said, pointing towards the bed.
I clambered up, trying to ignore my desperation. "Can we get this over with quickly?" I asked, "I really need to pee."
"Well that's good," she replied, taking a seat beside me and beginning to coat the ultrasound wand with gel from a bottle on the desk. "I'll be as quick as we can and then you can use the bathroom I promise. Okay?"
I nodded, hoping she meant it, I hadn't wet myself since I was a child and didn't want to start doing it again now.
"Do you mind if I lift your dress or would you prefer to do it?"
I reached down and tugged at the hem of my dress, raising it to lay across my bust. I glanced down and wished I'd chosen different panties, these plain white ones made me look so dowdy. Still nobody but the two of us would see them. The doctor typed something into the computer beside her before swivelling the chair back towards me. "Let's get started shall we?"
She gently placed the wand on my stomach. This isn't so bad, I was thinking just as she suddenly pressed down hard. I moaned in pain, the need to pee was excruciating now. "Can you be gentler?" I asked. "I really need to go."
"I know, " she soothed, ignoring me and continuing to probe across my stomach, pressing hard into my bladder. "I'm just going to get my assistant in here for a second opinion. Hold on a second."
She pressed on the intercom. "Sophie, could you come in here please."
The door opened moments later and a woman younger than the doctor walked in. They whispered in the corner for a few moments before turning back to me, my legs clamped tightly together as I tried to distract myself from the urgent need to pee.
"Hi," Sophie said. "I think we need to scan a little bit lower. Do you mind if we take those panties down?"
I nodded, my face flushing slightly. Sophie hooked her hands into the elastic and slowly peeled them from my legs. She passed them to me and turned to Doctor Carmody. "Clare, I think we need to have legs up too, wouldn't you agree?
Doctor Carmody nodded and they each took one of my ankles, lifting them into the stirrups placed at the end of the bed. In this position I felt both nervous and exposed. My vagina was on show now to two strangers and to make matters worse if this took any longer they might both see me pee myself on their bed.
Sophie picked up the wand and began to run it over my stomach, covering a wider area than the doctor. She probed into the skin just under my breasts before working down gradually, ending up pressing it into the skin directly above my clitoris, making my bladder feel like it might explode at any moment. I winced as I felt a little trickle of pee flow dribble out of me, soaking into the layer of tissue paper that had been draped over the bed, immediately darkening it.
To their credit neither of the women commented but I felt the wand press harder into me and a second trickle dripped out, this time strengthening to a stronger flow. The pool of darkness under me widened and I could hear the awful hissing sound of me peeing. I tensed up every muscle in my body and somehow managed to stop any more from coming out.
Finally the pressure from the ultrasound stopped, though my feet remained in the stirrups. I waited whilst the two them whispered to each other once more.
"Can I go to the bathroom now?" I asked, interrupting them. They both turned to me.
"Not just yet I'm afraid," Doctor Carmody said. "Just another minute. We just need to examine you a bit more closely."
I watched Sophie apply the ultrasound gel to her hands, rubbing it into to the finger tips. "This might feel a little bit cold. I'll be as quick as I can."
I breathed in sharply as I felt her place her hand on my labia. She pulled the lips apart and moved her face closer. Her other hand lay flat on my lower stomach and as she pressed down I felt her little finger just brush over the top of my clitoris. I winced, the tingle of pleasure was out of place in a surgery like this and it had made my desire to pee even stronger. Sophie moved her face closer, I could feel her breath on me as she peered at my most intimate area.
Another pang of pain shot through my bladder, making me shudder. I couldn't help myself then, a gush of pee sprayed out of me and hit Sophie directly in the face. I expected her to jerk backwards and she did but not straight away. She spent at least five seconds frozen to the spot, I assumed in shock. My piss had splashed into her open mouth, making her cough and splutter. As she pushed the chair backwards I craned my neck to see my urine dripping off her chin.
"I'm so sorry," I muttered, my face bright red.
"Don't worry," she smiled, wiping her face with a length of paper towel. "It's okay. We've had worse here before haven't we Clare?"
I was continuing to pee, the flow feeling like it could last forever. The two of them stood watching as a puddle began to spread across the floor under the bed. I waited, wanting to die, until finally it stopped.
"Should I go?" I asked, unable to look either of them in the eye.
"No," Sophie said. "We better finish the exam. That is, if you're finished?" She raised her eyebrows. I nodded in response.
Sitting back down, Sophie moved towards me with her roll of paper towel. "Let's dry you off," she said as she began to dab at my legs with the towels. Next she pressed paper against my labia, pressing it between the lips and I felt her finger slide under, covered with paper to keep it hidden from the doctor as it slid slowly inside me. I gasped in shock but then felt a strange warmth spreading through me. For reasons I couldn't explain, I wanted her to keep the finger inside me. I felt empty when she withdrew it, pressing a towel to my clit and stroking it softly more times than was really necessary to dry me.
The next few minutes passed in a daze as Sophie prodded round my stomach and vagina, though not going inside me again. Finally she was done and I was allowed to sit up. I looked for my panties but they'd somehow fallen off the bed and were now soaked in my urine. I picked them up and wrung them out.
"Maybe go without, stop the risk of infection," Doctor Carmody said, taking them from me. They promised me results by my next appointment and ushered me out the door. I was just walking through the car park when I realised I'd left my handbag in the surgery. I turned back, only to find the receptionist wasn't on the desk. I waited a moment before pushing open the door to the ultrasound room. What I saw in there made my jaw drop, I just couldn't believe what I was seeing...
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Space Wetters (The Story of Aurora Stardust)
Chapter 1 Does Time passes in Space-time?
The Witch Head Nebula (900 light years away for Earth).
Salutations! My name is Aurora Stardust, and this is how my odd and tragic story begins.
No, wait… let me start at the very beginning, because this story really started long before my own time.
It was in the year 2135 that my great grandmother invented the very first faster than light engine, starting the greatest human revolution and evolution in the history of the planet, as many nations around the world began to work together to better the human condition.
Wars and other world problems slowly disappeared as people began to see the planet Earth as just a small (little) speck in the universe and that there was more to life than being a total whiny primitive.
In the year 2185, Humans first encountered alien races; some were friendly and wanted to be allies with us Humans.
One species gave us the technology to make worm holes, giving us quicker ways to travel the Milky Way, but we also met some species who were not so friendly as Humans traveled deeper into the galaxy.
Yes, we met both friends and foes along the way!
This brings us to my tragic tale… it happened in the year 2400, when both my sister Liz and I decided to follow in our parents’ footsteps and join the Space Alliance. Sadly, our parents had been killed four years previously by space raiders who were trying to steal a new type of deadly weapon for space ships.
I was the oldest and I begged my sister not to join, but she was stubborn and never agreed with me on anything... if only she had, just this once.
We Humans made contact with a unknown species while deep in space. My sister and I were part of the away team which met them on a rocky surface planet (Almost similar to the Grand Canyon on Earth, but much more darker reds and purples).
So far, it had gone quite well, as our captain made peace with them.
They were very beautiful beings, made of light energy, but you could still make out their humanoid facial features and body forms.
I turned to smile at my little sister, but my smile turned to a worried frown as I noticed she was holding her crotch and crossing her legs.
"Sister, my love, are you okay?" I asked.
"No... I have to pee really bad." she whined quietly to me, hoping that no one else would hear her, but some of the troops did. They giggled at her statement, making her blush.
"Why didn't you go on the ship?" I queried as I noticed one of the light aliens eyeing my sister very oddly.
"One of the officers stopped me, ordering me to go to the docking bay right away." she explained as she was getting more and more desperate.
"Did you say that you had to go?" I queried once again, trying to understand my sister's stupidity.
"I did but she.... told me to act.... like a soldier not a... little child with a.... still developing.. bladder!" my little sister moaned as her bladder was filling with more and more urine. The Alien was staring even more oddly at my sister now.
"Just try to hold on (just) a little longer, okay, sissy?" I said trying to give her some hope.
""I..... Can't.......... Ahhh!" my sister yelled as pee shot out of her pants.She was soaking herself (in her own urine). Suddenly the strange alien screeched a very loud scream as she saw my sister wet herself.
All the other aliens flew into the sky and began to surround my sister. They started to touch her, and I was in total shock as I saw my poor sister being attacked by these things. (then)
Our captain ordered us to open fire, and as we did the strange aliens attacked back, killing many of our away team. I was knocked out while I was trying to grab one of the aliens.
I could feel myself falling in and out of consciousness; it was weird because I wasn't hurt badly enough to be K.O, but besides seeing my sister being taken away by the aliens, I could feel my pants getting soaked (and darkening) with my urine.
Then I woke up in sick bay and one of the doctors told me what had happened; I was the only one on the team that had survived!
The Year is now 2405, and we still are fighting these creatures.
We now known more about them; they are a race that's oddly all female , and they are called the Fetisains, but we soldiers like to call them Banshee because of the scream they make when we destroy their robotic armor or when we kill them.
One embarrassing detail… they also like to make us… um, wet our pants.
It has happened to me many times, but it’s still always so embarrassing. It feels like someone else is in control of your body, but only your bladder!
For some weird reason, they only do it to us women; probably because they don't find men attractive. For a species that's all female, I guess it makes sense.
Also a last note: they usually don't kill us, they just control our minds and make us black out after they make us pee ourselves. It’s weird why they don't just kill us.
This morning I woke up to yet another nightmare of my sister being taken away, and as always, I had wet myself again.Luckily my protective aborbies soaked up all the urine, saving my sheets from an embarrassing accident.Absorbies were invented by a alien race called the Bladdoars before their deep space travel era.
They were in a world war; (one of) the other (-) side had invented a gas weapon, but when they tested it, it got out of control, engulfing their whole planet. It didn't kill anyone, but it made all their females have weak bladder control. The war was ended by (the) all their scientists working together for a cure, but after all those years nothing had come out of it, so some gave up and worked on effective (bladder) protection instead. One of the inventions was the absorbies that look (like) just like panties and fit the same way (tightest) but can absorb a lot of urine!
I took off my absorbies and opened the laundry panel, then threw them inside..
A computer voice then said, “Laundry basket full; now washing clothing.”
I was thinking about all the wet absorbies it was washing right now and feeling somewhat aroused by the thought of it!
I then had to snap out of it as I got ready for another day on the ship. I was (so) excited because it was my first day as 1st officer and 2nd in command.
I hope you enjoy it! Special thanks to frostyjr2 for helping me with editing!
Please note I'm a very busy girl flying threw space and all! If I can get 10 or so "Engages" I will definitely continued the story! If not we'll see. |
Chapter 2 Commander Aurora Stardust
Real Picture of the planet Saturn taking by Cassini spacecraft
I walked out of my quarters as the doors shut automatically behind me.
As I made my way though the halls, it gave me so much confidence in myself to hear my fellow crew members saying "Hello commander!" and see them saluting me as I passed them. I had waited my whole life to be called that! Well, at least ever since I had joined the S.A. ...
But, in fact, I still couldn't wait to be a captain and have the right to have my own star ship. Because then, maybe... I could start the search to find my lost sister Liz.
Everyone around me always told me I should just accept the fact that she was dead and move on with my life, but I couldn't ever bring myself to believe that. Somehow, I just knew deep down inside of me that she was still alive, somewhere in this massive insane galaxy!
I made my way up to the bridge. As I entered, I overheard some of my crew members talking, and I was not very happy about what I was hearing!
"Yeah, and then she wet her pants!" laughed a male crew member. He was a Human in his late 20's, he had short black hair, with suntanned skin, and blue eyes. "Yep, we're in this war 'cause some air-headed girl couldn't hold her pee inside her little bladder!" The man laughed again as he said this.
"Is that why you Humans have that phrase 'Liz the Wiz'?" queried a Omosim female, who was also in her early 20's. Omosims are a reptilian race. They have humanoid faces, but small reptile-like ear holes. Like reptiles, they have no hair on their bodies, but they modified their D.N.A eons ago so they aren't cold blooded anymore.
"Yep, like 'I got to wiz like Liz the Wiz'!" laughed the man yet again. "We even have a song; would you like to hear it?" the man asked with a grin on his face.
"Um... sure... I guess so," she smirked. It wasn't so much that she really wanted to, but she had a little crush on the Human.
"There once was a girl named Liz the Wiz who had to take a piss but she missed and now we're all in a hissy fit with a race that's all into wetting!" laughed the man humorously.
"That's kind of boorish," she said, not liking the way a dead girl was being portrayed.
"Yes, quite!" I added my personal opinion with my arms crossed. I was miffed; I had heard that stupid song before and it always infuriated me.
The first time I heard it, I cried and ran to my quarters for I didn't have the authority to tell them to shut it, but now... I did!
"Oh, um..... Commander Stardust! I... I didn't see you there!" he stuttered with fear as he quickly went back to his work on the computer.
"If I hear you sing that song again, I'll make sure you don't get to fly on another star ship ever again! Got that, lieutenant?" I demanded.
"Yes, Commander! I'm sorry, I forgot she was your sister... I didn't mean to..." he tried to apologize, but I interrupted him.
"Just don't talk about her again, all right?" I ordered. "I really love my sister with all my heart, and I truly miss her!" I explained. This obviously made him feel really bad; he just put his head down and nodded in agreement as he went back to work right away on his computer.
Right at that moment, Capt. Neil walked in.
"What's going on here?" inquired Capt. Neil.
"Nothing, sir. We're just talking, is all!" I answered with my arms now crossed behind my back as I looked into his kind, dark gray eyes.
"He said something about poor Liz, did he?" asked Capt. Neil.
He always sees right though me!
I have known him for as long as I can remember; he was a very close friend of my parents, and is like a father to me. So much so, he even knows about my..... little bed wetting problem.
"Everything is fine, Captain... no worries!" I said, not looking at him in the eyes any longer.
"Aurora, sweetie, call me Jake; how long have you known me?" he inquired with a laugh.
He wasn't like any other captain in charge of a star ship. He preferred using his given name, for he really didn't like his last name very much. I asked him a long time ago why he didn't like it; he just laughed and said, "Because Stardust is better!"
He also says that when other people ask him that question.
I thought it was sweet of him at first... I'm like a daughter to him after all. But it got old after a while.
"I need to get back to work, Captain." I said, not giving in as I walked to my computer, sat down on the chair and began scanning space for enemies or something not yet discovered by humanity while also running diagnostics on the ship.
Although I love him as I would a father, I would never allow myself to use his first name instead of his rank; it's not who I am!
I turned to look back at him and I saw him shake his head sadly as he walked over to the captain's chair to sit down.
Moments later, my best friend walked onto the bridge.
She was a Bladdoar named Penny. She smiled as she came over to stand next me.
She and I used to date a while back, but we called it off in order to see other people.
Sometimes we were still 'friends with benefits', though.
I love her a lot because she didn't ever judge me for my bed wetting problem; being a Bladdoar, she had one of her own, which made us closer. Some of my other girl friends in the past didn't even try to understand; they just dumped me as fast as lightning when I told them.
I feel sorry for a Bladdoar female. I can usually manage to hide my bed wetting problem from people, but if you're a Bladdoar, everyone in the whole galaxy knows you're a bed wetter and and that you wet yourself so often that you have to wear absorbies all the time.
Hours later, I noticed Penny moving up and down in her chair. I was feeling somewhat turned on by this. Was I getting a fetish? I wondered. She then got up to go to the toilet, but she stopped only a few inches from her chair. I knew exactly what was happening. She had wet herself!
She looked at me with great embarrassment, but the other crew didn't really seem to take any notice. She then went back to her chair. As she sat back down, I clearly heard a little squishing noise.
Her poor absorbie must be really full! I thought to myself.
To make a sound like that, it would have to be!
My heart began beating faster as I thought about her having wet herself just now.
I had never had any type of wetting fetish before this. I knew a couple of people who were into it and had had some lovers who were into it also; plus Penny, of course... most Bladdoars did have a wetting fetish of one kind or other after the war, but I had never gotten into that myself. Despite, or perhaps even because of, my bed wetting problem, it wasn't ever my thing... until now, I guess!
(Whiter's note Bladdoars look exactly like Humans but with green or purple hair and green/purple eyes).
Story whiten by SciFiGirl Edited by frostyjr2 |
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