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Here's the first chapter of my newest story "Desperate to Win."Inspired by an interview with Kristen Bell, where she admitted peeing in a jar during the oscars as her dress was too tight to use the toilet during the four hour ceremony.
Jennifer Lauren is up for best actress at the movie awards. Nerves make her need to pee but she has to sit through hours of awards waiting for her category, all the time becoming more desperate to pee.
As the story progresses her need to pee becomes more urgent, drops forming on her dress and dampening her bare thighs as her best friend sits beside her, waiting for a chance to tell Jenny just how much she loves her.
You can find out more from here.
Let me know if you'd like me to upload chapter two!
Love Luna
x Chapter 1 – The Best Actress Award“And the winner is…”
I held my breath, my heart racing as he paused for a moment, tearing open the envelope. The audience was silent. We all waited to hear which name would be read out.
I’m so glad,” he continued, “to say it’s my favourite this year, Jennifer Lauren.”
I looked round the theatre, stunned by what I’d just heard. Had he really just said my name? Had I won? The director was slapping me on the back from the row behind me and Grace was trying to pull me to my feet. Is it naïve to say I really didn’t expect to win? Something in my mind was whispering to me as I gawped in shock, a warning of some kind, but in the excitement it was easy to ignore.
As I got up, the room applauded, a deafening sound that continued as I began my slow walk towards the stage. I climbed up the steps, having to make tiny movements in my gown. It was a dress designed to accentuate my figure but there were two downsides. One was the fact I had to walk more like a penguin than a glamorous movie star. The other, well I’ll come to that.
When I got the script I never thought it was award winning. And if I’m honest it took two readings before I even began to understand my character and the plot. I talked it through with my agent and she eventually persuaded me to take the role. I’m glad she did but six months of filming around the world took a lot out of me. I sleepwalked through the promotional stuff afterwards and that was me done. I was already preparing for my next role when the film finally came out and the acclaim took me by surprise. All of a sudden I was the country’s sweetheart, the next award winner, topping best actress nominations around the world. It was overwhelming for a nineteen year old who’d only been in three films.
I was halfway up the steps to the stage when the whispering inside me returned, a reminder of how desperate I was to pee. How had I managed to forget? I tensed the muscles in my body and tried to ignore the pressure on me caused by the fabric stretched taut across my bulging tummy, digging into my bladder as I reached the stage and began taking tiny waddling steps over to the podium where the washed up comedian was waiting with my award.
Getting the invitation to the awards, the ultimate awards ceremony, the big ones, that was the moment I knew I’d made it as an actress. I had no chance of winning, not with the competition being so fierce but just getting the invitation made all the doubts and fears when I first started auditioning seem to melt away. What nobody tells you about the big ones is that the drive takes an hour longer than it should as half the world tries to squeeze into a single theatre. It’s not that glamorous, sitting in a cab and wondering whether it would be quicker to walk or even crawl to the venue whilst your nerves make you want to wet yourself.
I could see the presenter holding my award. How amazing does that sound? MY award. Despite everything that happened as I stood in the glare of the spotlights in the next few minutes on stage, all the headlines written about me afterwards, nothing could take away the fact that I’d won. I hardly ever look at the statuette now though, every time I do I can feel my cheeks burning and I have to rush to the bathroom to pee, some kind of Pavlovian response my shrink would be fascinated by. I’m only writing this down to try and help me get over the embarrassment. I just hope nobody else reads this or I’ll have more to be embarrassed about than just wetting myself on stage.
Each faltering step towards the podium brought another lance of pain inside me, my face concealing my discomfort as I finally reached my spot by the microphone. I reached out to take the award but the damn comedian snatched it away from me.
“You did it!” he yelled as I turned to the microphone, ignoring his lame jokes. The audience gasped but I didn’t realise what he was about to do until it was too late. I screamed as he wrapped his arms round my waist from behind, gripping me tightly and lifting me into the air, pressing his forearms into into my bladder and causing the three most embarrassing things that have ever happened to me. Not only that but it was all made so much worse by the face it happened in front of an audience of millions watching at home. |
Here's the start of "Peeing on a Plane"A girly holiday to Spain starts well, the flight is on time at least as we climb on board. Unluckily I'm seated next to someone I thought I'd never have to see again, the only person who knows about my secret obsession with golden showers and desperation.
As I queue for the toilet, the plane hits turbulence and we're all told to return to our seats. As the plane lurches and rumbles through the air, my bladder is bursting and my old flame seems determined to tease me until I just can't hold it in anymore.
Find out about the rest of the story here.
Luna
x Chapter 1 A Holiday with the GirlsI was so excited about my first holiday abroad. Not only that but my first holiday away from my parents. Just me and the girls and a week of sun, sea and as much drink as we could consume without bursting at the seams.
“Have a nice time won’t you dear?” my mother said as Donna and Kelly climbed out of the back seats by the entrance to the airport. “Remember to be safe and if you must have sex, make sure he wears a condom.”
“Mum!” I shouted, my cheeks turning red as my best friends giggled beside me.
“Well, I don’t want you coming back pregnant, that’s all.”
“I don’t think there’s much chance of that,” Donna said. “Not with her being a-“
“Shut up!” I hissed, whacking her on the shoulder as she looked shocked.
“What did she say?” my mother asked.
“Nothing. Look, we better be going. Don’t want to miss our flight. See you when we get back yeah?”
She threw her arms round me, hugging me for the first time in years. “Take care,” she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek as she climbed back into the car. How weird, maybe she did care about me after all.
The three of us rolled our bright pink suitcases through the automatic doors into the organised chaos of the airport. It wasn’t normally this busy but there’d been two day of strikes so angry people seemed to fill the place. Some were relieved to be home at last but others were still fighting to get flights out of the country.
We were lucky. When I’d checked the website before we set off, ours was still on schedule. Or at least I thought we were lucky until I bumped into someone I hoped I’d never see again.
“When are you going to tell your mum?” Kelly asked as we looked up at the departures board together.
“How about never,” I replied.
“Why’s it such a big deal?” Donna asked. “Will she flip out or something?”
“Look,” I said, staring at both of them and gripping the handle of my case so tightly my fingers started turning white. “I have no intention of her ever finding out so please stop talking about it.”
I walked away and the two of them had to jog to catch up. At least they were silent, for a while. We made it to the departure lounge and waited on the chairs for our flight to be called. Donna tapped me on the shoulder. “Hey Anna, isn’t that-?”
I twisted round to see the last person I ever wanted to see. She couldn’t be here. She just couldn’t.
“No I don’t think so,” I said, turning back round.
“It is, I’m sure it is. Hey Tanya!”
“No don’t.” But it was too late. The woman looked up and saw us all, smiling as she walked over and sat opposite me.
“Hi Tanya,” Kelly said, nudging me and raising her eyebrows. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve got a meeting to go to. Actually, several meetings. How about you guys? It must have been what, a year?”
“Year and a half,” I said. If she’d wanted me to, I could probably have told her how many months, weeks, days and hours too. It had taken more than a year just to get over the embarrassment and now it was back. She was back.
“Well now, isn’t this fun,” Donna said. “Come on, tell us what you’ve been up to. We’re bursting to hear all about it aren’t WE?”
Kelly sniggered behind her hand as the speakers above our head burst into life, calling us to the plane at last.
I jumped to my feet. “Well it’s been lovely,” I said, already walking away. “But we’ve got to go. Catch you later Tanya.”
I joined the queue waiting to show boarding passes when I heard Tanya’s voice behind me.
“Well isn’t this a coincidence. We’re on the same flight.”
I forced a smile as I handed over my pass and began the walk to the plane, telling myself I’d be able to relax once I was on board. I found my seat and settled in, turning only when someone came to sit beside me. Kelly and Donna were already behind me and burst out in fits of giggles as Tanya smiled next to me. “Well this is almost like fate isn’t it?” she asked, taking my hand in hers. “I’ve missed you Anna.”
I snatched my hand away. “Don’t do that.” My cheeks turned red as I heard my two friends whispering to each other. I didn’t say another word until we were long in the air and that was only to ask Tanya to move so I could get to the toilet. As I squeezed past her I could have sworn I felt her hand on my bottom but when I looked down she was engrossed in her book. I headed down the aisle and reached the tiny door of the WC only to find it locked and a queue of people in front of me. As I waited, the minutes ticked by and I became increasingly desperate. The door finally opened and I was shocked to see Donna and Kelly come stumbling out, faces red. People muttered their disapproval as the two of them pushed past to return to their seats.
The woman at the front tutted as she walked inside, slamming the door shut. I tried to think of things that might distract me from my growing desperation, my mind being slowly drawn towards thoughts of Tanya, the dark drawer in my mind that I hadn’t opened for a very long time, since the night of the party. |
Chapter 2 Remembering the Party
It was the alcohol. I’d always blamed the alcohol. Donna and Kelly thought differently but then they’d freely told the world they were both lesbians years ago, whilst I was still working out how to kiss properly. I was at Gary’s sister’s party, not that I’d been invited. We’d sort of gatecrashed via the back door but the boy to girl ratio was such that nobody seemed to mind, most of the boys there staring at us as we weaved through to the drinks table.
I had boy after boy try his seduction techniques on me but I wasn’t interested. They all seemed so immature. Since I’d gone away to college and come home again for the holidays, the town seemed smaller, the problems of my old friends more insignificant.
I sat alone in the one spare armchair and drank. The more I drank, the more fun the party became and before long I was dancing round the living room, bumping into people and ricocheting into the walls. The place was starting to spin when I felt a hand on my waist. I looked up to see a friendly face, not someone I recognised.
“Hi,” I said. “I think I’m a bit dizzy.”
“Let’s get you somewhere quiet,” she said, her voice warm enough to make my insides quiver. I let her guide me upstairs by the hand as people pointed and whispered around us. We climbed over the couples sprawled on the stairs and then she pushed open a bedroom door, flicking the light on and closing it behind us. I still blame the alcohol but I don’t really think that’s true. If I’m totally honest I think it was what I’d wanted for a long time.
“Come and sit down,” she said and I almost collapsed onto the bed, groaning as a wave of nausea hit me. I crawled up to the pillow and the woman pulled the covers over me before slipping in beside me.
“You’re pretty,” I slurred, looking at her blue eyes and her auburn hair as she laid facing me.
“Thank you,” she replied, “so are you.”
I thought of all this as I stood in the queue for the aeroplane bathroom, cringing at the memory. It was the first time I’d allowed myself to remember things accurately. I’d always maintained that she kissed me first, that she took advantage of me when I was too out of it to stop her. But now I was remembering the truth, the reality of what happened that night so long ago.
I was staring at the woman in the bed as she looked back at me, not saying a thing, the only sound was the thumping music reaching us from downstairs. And then out of nowhere I lunged across to her, shoving my tongue straight into her mouth. She pulled away at first, eyes wide as she blinked and then she closed them and pressed forwards, her tongue flicking over mine.
I lost self control then, no longer caring what anyone thought about the thing hidden inside me for so long. I was so happy to be admitting to the world that I liked women, kissing her felt perfect. Slowly she nudged me onto my back and slid on top of me, I could feel the heat of her body through her clothes as she began to explore me, gradually working lower and lower, lifting my tee-shirt to kiss my stomach, pointedly ignoring my breasts to tease me. She tugged at my skirt, lowering it until it was just above my strip of pubic hair. I shivered as her soft lips caressed my skin, kissing every inch as she eased my skirt lower still, taking my panties down with it.
I lifted my bottom from the bed and shoved my skirt downwards, my legs spreading apart as I lay back down. I felt her head against my leg as her hot breath hit my pussy, making me gasp as my heart started racing, my head dizzy with drink and lust. After a delicious pause, her lips continued their journey around my stomach, easing down to the very top of my pussy, her tongue darting out to taste me as I closed my eyes, my arms draped out to the sides.
I was silent as her mouth moved lower down to trace a line along my labia and then her tongue pushed into me and I almost screamed. I’d never known a sensation like it and it was incredible, her tongue swirling round inside me as my hips began to rock on the bed. My clit was throbbing and it was as if she read my mind, her hand beginning to stroke my engorged nub.
I’ve no idea how long we remained like that. It felt like forever, just me and her and a world of sheer pleasure as she seemed capable of licking me all night. I felt my body beginning to tense up, eager for the release of an orgasm as my pussy began to twitch, moisture almost dripping out of me from my arousal.
I still couldn’t make a sound though, the only noise my heavy breathing as this complete stranger kept licking me, her tongue far inside me. My body began to tense up and I knew I was close. A second more and an orgasm ripped through my entire body, more powerful than I’d ever imagined it would be. I bucked and thrashed on the bed as her tongue remained inside me, the contractions of my pussy holding it tightly as I moaned out loud before collapsing back onto the bed, panting and out of breath as she gave my clit a final kiss. She slid back up the bed and smiled at me, her mouth slick with my juices as she kissed me, filling my nose with the scent of my own sweetness.
It was the most amazing sexual experience I’d ever had and if I’d had my way we’d have stayed there together all night long.
“My turn,” she smiled, lying on her back and pulling off her trousers. She sat up for a second and pulled off her top, revealing bare breasts at least twice the size of mine. I was scared then, the sight of her naked body was a line, I knew that. If I went past that line, I’d have to admit to myself that I was a lesbian. Or would I? I thought about how drunk I was, how that meant things weren’t to be feared. And nobody would ever find out. Or so I thought.
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Author's Note: The first 10 paragraphs are 100% true from my 9th grade class, down to the room number.
It was Block One on a dreary Monday morning. A young man trudged to Room 129 for his first class of the day - English. He took a seat in his normal spot and wearily got his book on his desk, turning to the end of a chapter he read the night before. The other students filed in, and with a ring of the bell, class began as usual. The classroom was set up in two sets of three rows of desks, with each set of three facing the other across the room, with an expanse of drab gray carpet in the middle. He doodled idly on the top of his homework paper and his eyes began to wander to the other side of the room.
The other students seemed just as disinterested as he was. With glazed eyes he scanned the first row of desks across from his, in the first row as well. His eyes settled on the girl directly across from him, and he made every attempt not to stare. Her name was Ashley, and was certainly a sight to behold. She had blond hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and wore a light sweater top and a denim skirt with a brown belt. She wore flip flops and his eyes widened at how thick the bottoms were. He turned his eyes slowly down to his book at an attempt to look focused, but not before noticing that her right leg was crossed over her left, and she rhythmically shook her right foot so her sandal would patter repeatedly against her heel. Her toes were curled upwards, and kept her sandal from falling off. He looked at the clock and sighed as only fifteen minutes had passed. He began to space off again as he turned his page to the start of a new chapter. This began the reading portion of the class, and the students took turns reciting paragraphs of a dull story. He paid just enough attention to catch his turn when it came, and quickly lost interest once his participation was fulfilled. He looked casually across the classroom at the girl again. She sat with both feet planted on the floor, and she was leaning forward in her seat. Her eyes appeared to be closed and he yawned in agreement at the idea of sleeping the rest of this Block away. Suddenly, she pursed her lips and her eyebrows scrunched up. He perked an eyebrow at her and placed his hand on his forehead like a visor to shield his gaze. She leaned forward even more, then quickly sat upright and flapped her legs against each other slightly. He eyed her smooth and tan legs eagerly, and looked back down at his paper. She opened her eyes and looked around the classroom, as if to identify any onlookers. Indeed she did have one, but he remained unnoticed. He looked around as well, but his classmates were staring blankly at their books instead of anything else. From underneath his hand he resumed watching her. She had once again leaned forward in her desk, both feet on the ground, with her eyes closed. Curiously, he stared entranced, until her expression strained again, her eyes still closed, and she flapped her legs together again, this time, more quickly and her legs opened slightly wider. He wasn't quite sure what she was doing, but whatever it was, he hoped she wouldn't stop. His attention was diverted as the teacher moved on to a new lesson. This was the lecture portion. The professor took up a marker and began writing, as the other students began taking notes. He wrote the title of the lecture on the top of his page, and immediately shielded his eyes to watch the girl again. She had the end of her pen in her mouth, and appeared to be lightly nibbling the end of it, occasionally running it along her lips which had a sheen of lip gloss on them. He watched her intently and felt a jolt of excitement in his chest as she once again leaned forward in her seat and closed her eyes. She shifted slightly this time, and her mouth opened partially. After about fifteen seconds of leaning forward, she once again quickly sat upright, and flapped her legs together. This time, he saw a quick glimpse of her light blue panties as she re-positioned herself in her seat. He felt a throbbing run through his manhood and slid a hand in his pocket to readjust the impending erection. As she leaned forward and closed her eyes again, he abandoned all hope of paying attention to the lesson. He leaned forward on his elbow, still shielding his eyes. Her legs were slightly apart this time, and by tilting his head, he saw a sliver of her panties between her thighs. She bit down on the end of her pen after a short moment, slid a hand between her legs, and flapped them together once more. This time, the skin on skin contact between her shaved, soft legs could barely be heard. His mind raced and he felt his breath quicken as he came to realize what she was doing. She was desperate for the toilet, and was repeatedly relaxing her bladder muscles until the tingle of an impending wetting was upon her, and just when she was about to leak she would constrict her muscles and purse her legs together to relieve the sensation. By leaning forward each time she was putting extra pressure on her bladder, and behind closed eyes she could avoid distraction and the possibility of a legitimate accident. His excitement was interrupted once again by a change in the lesson. The teacher began passing out sheets of paper that prompted a surprise quiz on the previous sections. He sighed with frustration and thought for sure this would be the end of his little show. He wrote his name on the top and began the test. He finished quickly and was glad he had been paying attention prior to today. He turned his paper over and sat quietly, looking over at the clock. Fifteen minutes remained in the session and he sighed again, resting his chin in his palm. He gazed dreamily over in the girl's direction, and to his surprise, found her leaned forward with her eyes closed. Her paper was flipped over as well, and he became excited all over again. She was hunched forward quite precariously this time, with her hands folded on her lap. He put both hands to his forehead and watched her intently. Slowly, she slid her legs apart so they were open about six inches apart. From his perspective directly across from her he saw the entirety of her crotch beneath her short jean skirt. He twisted in his seat as his manhood responded immediately to the sight. After a short moment, she pressed down on her lap and flapped her legs together vigorously. The other students, still involved with their test, didn't notice her at all. She opened her eyes and looked around the classroom intently. He flipped his test back over and started to pretend to double check his answers, still keeping her in his peripheral vision. When he saw her begin to lean forward again, he flipped his test back over and carried on watching her. Her legs were spread apart slightly, and she was bouncing both her legs up and down alternatively, her hands still pressed down in her lap. She leaned forward and closed her eyes. His gaze transfixed on her crotch, he held his breath when her legs stopped bouncing. She leaned up slightly out of her seat, and suddenly ran out of composure. Her eyes remained closed but she bit her lower lip and grasped the corners of her desk. To his surprise, a quarter-sized dark spot between her legs appeared as a hot jet of pee stained her soft cotton panties. She sat down and shoved both hands between her legs, looking around the room frantically. Meanwhile, across the room, he had a hand shoved in his pocket and was stroking his manhood as inconspicuously as possible. He could feel the pre-ejaculate seeping through the lining of his pocket, making his hand warm and damp. His eyes darted back to her. She was now sitting on her right heel, her sandal resting on the floor by her desk. She was still leaned forward, grasping either side of her desk. She shifted slowly but rhythmically on her foot. He could only imagine the sensation as she pressed her damp cotton panties against her crotch with her heel. Knowing that he could not stand another moment, he shifted his manhood in his pants, and stood up just as the teacher asked for the collection of papers. Eight minutes remained in class. He couldn't wait that long, however, and as he turned in his test he asked if he could go to the bathroom, citing an emergency, and promising to be back before the bell rang. He was allowed to, and he walked briskly out of the classroom towards the men's bathrooms. His manhood throbbed in his jeans and demanded relief from the sight he had just witnessed. He slowed his pace as he got closer, and rounded the final corner to the bathrooms. Before entering through the door, he heard the distinctive padding of flip flops at an almost running pace behind him. With one hand pressed against the door as to not look suspicious, he stopped short and looked intently behind him. Much to his surprise and excitement, Ashley appeared, frantically walking to the woman's bathroom, adjacent to but beyond the men's. She was hunched over slightly, her legs pressed tightly together. He smiled pleasantly to her as she looked up. She had a flustered and panicked look in her eyes when she saw him, and breathing heavily, said only "I really have to go". A lump rose in his throat and he said in return, "I know. I've been watching you all class". She stopped in front of him and stood up straight, looking slightly embarrassed. "Oh..." He put a hand on her shoulder gently. "I see you didn't quite make it all the way either". She looked down at the ground as he continued. "But that's alright, it felt good, didn't it?" At this, she looked back up at him and smiled nervously. "I didn’t think anyone would notice…" He grinned at her. "I did. And it looked like you were enjoying yourself as much as I was." She began to giggle, but immediately doubled over and crouched down on the ground, wincing. She took in a sharp breath through her teeth. "Ooh, I really have to go..." His manhood throbbed at the situation, and he eyed the janitor's closet directly across from the bathroom he was standing in front of. She glanced up at him, and then to the direction of his gaze. Saying only, “Alright, but hurry!” in a breathless, frantic voice (and much to his bewilderment), she grabbed his arm and they darted towards the closet and inside, closing the door quickly behind him. As soon as they got in, she turned on the light and began looking for a place to relieve herself. She made a beeline towards the sink and stopped short, glancing down at a drain in the floor. She crouched down again and, lifting her skirt, she held herself with both hands. "Ahh, I'm going to have to do it here", she whispered loudly as she looked up at him. He had his hand buried in his pocket since walking in, and was stroking himself vigorously, and without shame. She looked down at the floor, and then up at him. "If you're going to do it, I want to watch." His heart skipped a beat as she gingerly took one hand away from her crotch to pull him to her. She began to tug at the waist of his jeans as she bounced repeatedly on both her heels, still crouching above the drain. Not willing or able to hide his intentions anymore, he slid his jeans down around his thighs, exposing his manhood. The tip of it glistened with pre-cum and much like her, he was unable to take a hand away from the area. She grabbed at his jeans again and he looked at her inquisitively. "I can't go, you have to come here." Puzzled, he crouched down in front of her, awkwardly shuffling around with his pants halfway down, the heat of the situation combining with the risk of being caught sending his heart beating furiously. "Sit down, hurry", she commanded. He did as he was told and sat on the cold tile floor of the closet, sliding his pants down further. "No, come -here-", she pleaded urgently. He inched himself to her, his erection at full height. She kept beckoning him closer until he was directly below her, almost sitting on the drain. She hovered over him and lifted her skirt, exposing the entirety of her panties. The stain of the front had grown considerably since the first spurt of desperation. She reached down, struggling to balance on her trembling legs, and began to stroke the wetness of her panties with his manhood systematically. “I told you I can’t go unless I rub myself,” she said in almost a whisper, her cheeks completely flushed. She had to go so badly that her muscles had completely seized up and didn't allow any natural flow. He moaned with pleasure as the head of his manhood grazed the warm wetness of her crotch. He looked up at her and her eyes were closed, expression twisted up like before. Suddenly he felt a stinging warmth down his shaft and a heard a sharp "Ahh!" escape Ashley's mouth. He immediately looked down and saw the remaining drips of pee falling on his throbbing erection. She rubbed herself with the head of his penis more rapidly, suddenly stopping and letting another jet of pee spurt through her panties and onto him. He reached down and began stroking himself, but she bat him away. "I'll do it", she breathed heavily, and ran a fingernail up the underside of his shaft, which made the hairs on his neck stand. "We have to do it now", she whispered urgently, and he raised an eyebrow at her. He looked down as she took her hand off his manhood and slid the crotch of her panties aside, revealing a freshly shaved and glistening pair of slightly reddish lips, tinted with excitement. She slid her index and middle fingers between her legs, parted her lips, and descended onto him. They gasped in unison as she slid easily onto him, slick with a blissful mix of juices and urine. She leaned back on both her hands and vigorously and repeatedly thrust herself down on him. It wasn't fifteen seconds before she began spurting on him. He moaned loudly as he felt spurt after spurt of her hot pee bathe his cock, with a steady stream flowing down his thighs into the drain below. With a violent thrust she suddenly fell fully down on him and began peeing unconstrained with his cock deep inside her. His nails scratched at the tile floor as the audible hissing of her pee streamed frantically down his legs. He felt the distinct tingle and in return shot several heaving and equally hot jets of his own juices deep inside her. After what seemed like several minutes, she raised herself off of him and hobbled over to the sink to clean herself up. He sat still on the floor, his manhood still throbbing, and the last remnants of his ejaculate dribbling lazily down his shaft. The jolt of the bell rang, and he snapped to, standing up. She walked over to him with a clean rag from the supply area that she wet with warm water. She handed it to him as she walked past him to leave. With one hand on the door, she turned around, and with her free hand, lifted up her skirt, bending backwards to expose the warm wet patch of her panties that she was still wearing. "I guess I'll be wet all day", she smiled, and with a wink, she cracked the door open and walked into the crowd.
Edited March 15, 2014 by Tempest
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Annie thought that she had died an gone to heaven when her mom Connie had suggested that she was now a young women and as such she was entitled to attend her cousin Sara's bachelorette party. Sara was the oldest of the cousins and the first of their generation to get married, as such it was a big event for the family. At 18 this would be a Annie's first bachelorette party, but more important she was now being recognized as a young women. In Annie's family that was not a right of age but something that had to be earned. Annie had earned that right by not only graduating from high school but by being a very good person that had made her family proud. Tonight with her family there would be no age restrictions, she was not restricted to the soft drinks or just sips of table wine it was up to her although certainly under the watchful eye of her female relatives. It was girl talk not the stuff that girls giggled about in the locker room but real stories about real life and what happens in the bedroom. For Annie it was an OMG night. Connie for her part proudly watched over her daughter, she was not there to dictate but to advise. In a couple of months Annie would be off to college tonight would be an experience to help prep her for the times when mom was not going to be there. As difficult as it was, Connie's oldest was about to leave the nest, never an easy thing for a parent.
Sara and Annie were five years apart but still very close, she had always looked up to Sara and Sara had always looked after her little cousin. Annie was so excited and to be one of the brides maids in Annie's mind it was such an honor. She was a big girl now and she loved it. As the margaritas flowed so did the candor. Annie about fell out of her chair when the subject of bridal diapers came up. Sara turned a little red when she admitted that her husband to be not only liked the idea but thought she should practice wearing them before the wedding. When asked what Jed (Sara's groom) was going to do if she actually wet her diaper Sara answered with a giggle "same as he does when ever I have a little accident he spanks my bare butt".
Annie was shell shocked, Sara her idle, some times wets her pants and gets spanked and judging from the comments being made other women she was not the only one. Even her own mother turned a little red and smiled one of those inward smiles that told Annie she was thinking naughty thoughts. Suddenly Annie's whole world was opened up, she was not so strange after all. Not that she was going to admit it here that she secretly wet her pants and sometimes wished her mom would catch her so she could get a spanking like she did when she was a little girl.
At about midnight the party broke up, arrangements had been made for the shuttle bus to take everyone home so no one had to drive. I very good thing since there were very few in attendance that should have been anywhere near a steering wheel at that moment. Annie and Connie lived about 12 miles out of town and would be the last to get dropped off. Normally the trip from town to home could be made with easy in about 20 minutes. So from the prospective of Annie and Connie it should not have been that big of a deal to wait until they got home before relieving themselves. But the shuttle was not normal, and there were several stops to be made and it was slow, like molasses in January slow. Twenty minutes was turning into an hour and a half.
It was Annie who broke the silence first. "Mom I really need to pee I don't know how much longer I can hold it" she whispered to her mother. "Me too" Connie whispered back, "we might have made it home sooner if we had walked and at least we could have peed in the bushes. Annie giggled at her mothers comment. Lots of times on their way home the two of them had stopped and watered the bushes. As bad as they had to go neither were about to asked the driver to stop so they could pee by the road side.
Connie dealt with the situation by tightly crossing her left leg over her right and rocking back and forth. Annie used the classic sit on her ankle maneuver while she bounced up and down. As the ride drug on all efforts of discreetness were abandoned in an all out attempt at not wetting themselves on the shuttle bus. As for the driver if he noticed he certainly didn't make any effort to drive faster. Connie would later referrer to the guy as a robodriver not even really sure that he was actually a human.
As they neared home both were rapidly moving from desperation to hopelessness. "Mom I am not going to make it" Annie whined. "Honey just make it long enough to get off of the bus" Connie whispered back. "Even if I make it to when we get dropped off I will never make it into the house" Annie whispered back. "Honey the second I get off this bus I am peeing my pants" Connie said with a bit of a giggle "I am not even going to try to make the bathroom". "Will daddy still be up" Annie asked. Connie shot her one of those looks like what do you think. "Mom what is he going to say if we wet our pants is he going to be mad". "Oh child your daddy is not going to be mad he is going to be..... uh he is going to uh" Connie struggled with the words she might have been a bit tipsy but telling her daughter about her and her husbands extra curricular activities was not very easy . "OH MY GOD MOM" exclaimed Annie "You and daddy uh well uh" it was now Annie who was struggling. Connie laughed out loud at her daughter "Yes honey your dad and I still have sex". Annie giggle and a little spurt escaped but she was able to quickly bring it back under control. "Mom so what is daddy going to do if you wet your pants" Annie asked coyly not really expecting an answer. Connie gave her inquisitive daughter another of her mom looks, normally she would have stopped the conversation right there but well tonight was different. Connie fought off bladder surge gathered what composer she had left and frankly leveled with her daughter.
"Well you were at the party tonight what do you think he is going to do if I come home with wet pants" Connie replied in a rather mater of fact tone. Annie's eyes got big and there was a hint of excitement in her voice "will daddy spank you" ? Connie fighting off another bladder contraction answered with a little giggle in her voice "yes and both of us are going to enjoy it". Both girls about fell out of their seats at Connie's answer like the dampness gradually seeping into her panties it just slipped out.
At last the shuttle made it to their house. Somehow the seat was safe except for a tiny wet spot that Connie covertly wiped up with the sleeve of her jacket. As soon as they got out the door and the bus headed back to town Connie looked at her daughter, "do you want to do this together or do you want to try and make the bathroom"? Annie was rocking back and forth her thoughts were running wild "so what about me will daddy give me a spanking too"? It was Connie's turn to be shell shocked a bit, "uh well ummm it is not exactly the kind of spanking you get when you are naughty" . "Mom we are in this together and if we wet our pants we have both been naughty girls and we both should get a spanking" Annie stated rather confident in her argument. Connie started to laugh but and to quickly get back to focusing on her desperation. "I can't hold it any longer Annie are we going to wet our pants together our not". Annie smiled "lets do this". Both women relaxed an relinquished themselves to the inevitable. It took a second for each of their bodies to react but soon the flood gates opened and relief came out in a warm wave soaking their bottoms and flowing down the legs forming a puddle at each of their feet. When they finished they took to time to examine each others handy work then proceeded to the house.
Dan was waiting up for his two favorite gals to come home. The two bothers were staying at friend house for the weekend so Dan had the house to himself. When he heard the shuttle come into the driveway he had gotten up and looked out the kitchen window. Instantly he could tell that the two girls were desperate. He had hoped that Connie would come home needing to pee and maybe if he was lucky indulge him. He had not counted on Annie being in the same state. It was rather obvious what was going on and it was all Dan could do to contain himself at watching his bride of 18 years wet herself. Dan had no idea what to think about the daughter other than he had to smile at the mother daughter bond.
Dan quickly took a seat at the kitchen table and waited for the girls to enter. "Hi honey" Connie greeted her husband as she came through the door. "Did the two of you have fun tonight" Dan asked nonchalantly? "Oh daddy we might have had too much fun" Annie replied. "Daddy mom and I well we had little accidents on the way home" Annie sheepishly explained. " What kind of accidents" Dan was doing his best to maintain composer. Connie laughed "Dan you know what kind of accident I saw you watching why do you think I turned my bottom to the window and bet over a little". "Oh that kind" Dan was smiling ear to ear totally focused on Connie. "So daddy just what do you plan on dong to us" Annie asked in her best little girl voice.
TO BE CONTINUED |
Author's note:
The next chapter will be devoted to some character development and to get Dan's prospective on spanking his daughter. For those of you who want to get right to the action sort of speak this might be a bit boring.
Family dynamics:
As far as Annie was concerned she had the coolest parent on earth. Not that it was always that way but over the years she had really grown to appreciate what she had. Mom and dad were not push overs in fact they were pretty strict but fair, there was never much of a question of their expectations. The rules were quite simple be respectful, be responsible, and do your best with what you were given. In Annie's family NO meant NO. Failure to abide by the rules resulted in consequences every time. There was not a lot of raised voices or long drawn out drama sessions. Generally Connie was the head disciplinarian with dads role being her backup. Just don't ever make the mistake of disrespecting mom and getting dad involved because neither you or your butt were going to be happy.
For Annie, Dad was the easy one, in fact she was well aware that she had her dad wrapped around her little finger. He was much harder on her brothers. That was ok because mom was no fool and made up for it by being a little easier on the boys and making sure that Annie did not stray too far even if she was daddy's little girl.
The family was also extremely hard working, and no one was exempt from helping out; but with responsibility came privilege. Annie learned very early that if you worked hard there were rewards. Connie and Dan put the needs of their kids first and made sure that there needs and even some of their wants were fulfilled. Just don't expect a free lunch.
At 18, Annie was the oldest, her brother Todd was almost 13, and her little brother Mickey was 10. As siblings go they got along very well.
Connie had just turned 19 when she had Annie and Dan was 20. Even with a baby the couple had struggled to get Connie through college and get her nursing certificate. Dan had worked as a mechanic during the day and took handy man jobs in the off hours while Connie was in school. Annie spent a lot of time with Connie's mom Val and her grandpa Pat during those first years. Annie remains very close to her grandparents to this day. Once Connie received her nursing degree the family moved back to Front and took over Dan's parents ranch were they remained still. Connie worked her way up and was the head nurse at Mercy Medical a small community hospital. Life was good.
For Annie she was her dad's right hand man, fantastic on a horse, and had developed into one hell of an equipment operator. What Annie really excelled in was teaching, starting with her little brothers. Annie just had the gift, and be it a stubborn colt or her little bothers she found a way to teach them what it was that they need to learn and did so in a manor that left everyone happy. No one was surprised when Annie decided that she wanted to be a teacher.
Annie had not always been an angel, at 15 she went through a phase that caused her parents oh so many sleepless nights. In general 15 year old girls can be a challenge but Annie fell into a bad crowd during the summer between her freshman and sophomore year in high school. It culminated when Annie snuck out one hot July night to go party down by the River with her new found friends. Never mind she was already grounded, and all but her most basic of privileges revoked. Annie was out to make an impression with the "in crowd" and she really did not care what mom and dad thought.
Fortunately for Annie, Connie had that certain sense of a mother to know when something was just not right. While Annie had managed to get out of the house, get picked up, and pick up her best friend Jen undetected her escape was short lived. Within an hour Mom, Dad and Jen's mom Heather were hot on the trail. The river was the first place they looked. As Connie would later lament, the look on Annie's face was priceless when mom and dad strolled into the light of the fire. Annie's look of terror was however rivaled by her very short term 18 year old boy friend who had his hand on her butt when dad arrived. Needles to say the former boyfriend and the rest of his minion were long gone in seconds leaving Annie and Jen all alone to face the wraith of some very worried parents. To make matters worse both girls were high on pot and Hydrocodone supplied of course by the former boy friend who at that point was at least 2 zip codes away and gaining speed. That long ride back to the house made the ride in the shuttle bus seem like light speed. The silence was deafening.
Upon arriving at home Jen went home with her mom and Annie was dismissed to bed with hardly a word, at that point Annie would have rather been yelled at. The next morning dad was at her door instructing Annie to get dressed and come with him. Without much discussion Dad escorted her to his work shop, Jen arrived shortly with her mom. For the next two hours the girls had to watch as Dan constructed a paddle, the kind that hurt like hell hanging on the wall. The finishing touch was the dozen 1/4"holes, and the leather wrapping on the handle. Upon completion and still in almost complete silence the girls followed Dan back to the house were the mothers were waiting.
There were no raised voices just a very straight forward conversation about how much danger the two girls had put themselves in. Complete with the reading of a couple of articles about young drug addicts who turned to prostitution and ended up dead. What Connie, Dan, and Jen's mom did not know was that the party last night had already open the girl's eyes and when the bad boys had started talking about what it was going to be like being their bitches both girls had already figured out that it was a very bad idea to have been there. Despite all the trouble they were in the girls were very thankful that the parents had showed up when they did.
The girls were given a chance to speak, but other than how sorry they were there was not much to say. Then came the edict the consequences for their actions was going to be the paddle and it was going to be Dan doing the paddling. Each girl was going to be given 6 swats on her panties. Both girls turned snow white but deep down they both knew they had it coming there was nothing to do but get it over with. Connie asked if either girl wanted to go first, or if they should draw straws. Before Annie could answer Jen volunteered. Connie positioned a dinning room chair in the middle of the kitchen, "Ladies I want you to stand up and pull your pants down to your knees but leave your under wear on to cover your bottoms" Connie instructed in a firm but soft and calming voice. Both girls stood up and slowly complied, they were now softly crying, there eyes glued to the floor. Connie and Heather gave each girl a big hug and told them that while they might not understand at that moment the punishment was not because they were mad at their wayward youth but because they loved them. At this point the crying had progressed to audible sobs.
"Jen I want you to bend over , grab the chair and hold on to it" Heather instructed. Jen started to move towards the chair then froze placing her hand over her mouth in a look of total panic. It took everyone a second to figure out what was wrong but the sudden hissing sound followed by the splashing of water falling on the floor gave it away. Jen was wetting herself and there was nothing she could do. Heather rose and hugged her daughter, "honey it is ok, I understand that you are scared but you are not getting out of it because you wet yourself". "Jen be a big girl and let's get it over with" Heather continued.
Jen composed herself, waddled up to the chair and bent over grabbing the sides of the chair with her hands. Dan asked if she was ready and Jen nodded. Six swats in somewhat rapid succession rained down on Jens bottom. Each swat landed with a loud pop. When told it was over Jen stood up and went straight to her mother, expressing how sorry she was and how she would never do anything that foolish again. Heather rocked her daughter like at little girl softly consoling her to stop her crying and dry her tears.
"Annie it is your turn" Connie instructed refocusing on the task at hand. Like Jen Annie was sobbing well before the first swat even landed. She did her best to be brave, as she assumed the position and waited for the paddle to land. Annie was not sure what was worse the whoosh sound the paddle made as it travel towards her bottom, the popping sound that it made upon impact or the string that it produced. Regardless it took her breath away, she barely had time to regain it when she would hear the whoosh of the next swat. Without warning between swats 4 and 5 the paddling stopped. It took Annie a second to realize that Dad was delaying the last two swats until she finished wetting herself. Connie softly instructed her daughter to stay in position and finish peeing. Upon the task being complete the last two swats fell on her bottom and it was over.
The paddle had hurt like hell but the pain that was unbearable was when Annie stood up and looked into her fathers face. Tears were rolling down her fathers face at a rate that rivaled her own. Seeing her dad cry because he had spanked her simply broke Annie's heart. She wrapped her arms around her father and the two cried together, soon Connie, Jen, and Heather joined in and they had the quid essential group cry. |
Oh Daddy
Dan was a little taken back by his two favorite girls, he had more than expected it from his wife but Annie was a bit out of character. His little girl had turned into a women right before his very eyes and he was not sure what to think. "Well before I do anything ladies, Connie Dr. Connors left you a message on the answering machine" Dan confided. Connie stopped in her tracks and focused on Dan's face. "Go ahead honey, I think you just might like what she has to say" Dan reassured his wife. Connie rocketed into the bedroom to listen to the what her OB GYN Doctor had to say. "Daddy is everything ok" Annie asked her father. "Yes dear I think your mom is going to be more than happy with what Sheila ( her doctor)has to tell her" Dan replied reassuring his daughter. "So what is it about" Annie asked not really sure that she should. Dan smiled "I am going to let your mother tell you". "Oh daddy you are a big chicken when it comes to girl stuff" Annie laughed.
"So pumpkin did you two have a good time" Dan asked already knowing the answer. " What do you think Daddy" Annie replied than paused "I had so much fun. Annie stopped and a naughty little smile formed on her face. Dan new he was had, he was not sure what Annie was planning but he knew that look all too well. Annie came over and gave her dad a huge hug, snuggling in as she held him tight. "Oh daddy I love you so much" Annie said in an almost whisper. "What do you want young lady" Dan was about half laughing but had no doubt that Annie was about to ask him for something and he was not sure that he was going to like it but figured he would have a hard time saying no. The good news was that Annie rarely asked for much of anything, she was pretty damn independent.
Annie stepped back her eyes dancing as she bit her bottom lip just a bit. "Daddy, mom and I had such a great time , and well uh umm we uh, well we were very naughty together" Annie was struggling for words. "Alright pumpkin what is it" Dan asked not really sure he wanted to know what was on his daughters mind. "Daddy just for fun umm if you are um uh well going to spank mom for peeing her pants will you spank me too. Annie asked. "Annie" !!! it was Connie who had just came out of the bedroom "are you trying to give your poor dad a heart attack".
Annie started to shrivel the wind completely knocked out of her sails. "Oh child I am giving you a hard time" Connie reassured her daughter. Dan was just getting his breath back and looked like he had seen a ghost. Annie regained her composer a bit " I am sorry mom if I got out of line" "OH honey there is nothing to be sorry for" Connie said warmly as she put her arm around her daughter. "Come on honey lets go have a little talk while your dad recovers" Connie giggled. "Dan you stay right there I have plans for you tonight big boy" Connie said smiling at her husband who was doing his best imitation of a deer in the head lights.
Connie took Annie into Annie's bedroom and closed the door "come her you, come cuddle with your mom" Annie complied she loved her moms cuddle session even if she was now a young women. "Mom did I do something wrong" Annie asked timidly. "Not really wrong but not quite appropriate either" was Connie's reply. "At your age unless you really screw up your dad is not about to spank you even if it is playing" Connie continued. "Peeing your pants might be naughty but that is not something your dad is gong to spank you for" Connie's voice was very gentle. "Mom would you think I was bad if I told you I really wanted a spanking" Annie asked. "Not at all Annie" was Connie's comeback. "As soon as we have are talk, I am going to take your father into my bedroom, I am going to take my wet pants down, then my panties, and I am going to lay over your dads lap and he is going to spank my bare ass till it is red hot and then my dear". "Oh god mom way too much information" Annie squealed but still laughing. "Thank god" Connie replied I was not sure what to say if you would have let me keep going". "The point is honey what happens between us in the bedroom is our thing, not something to share" Connie continued. "I understand mom" Annie said quietly.
Annie was feeling a little distraught yet at the same time happy that her mom was so honest. Connie let Annie pout for a couple of minutes. "Annie, I want to level with you, I know that sometimes you wet your pants when most likely if you would have really wanted to you could have made the bathroom" Connie's tone was soft and warm. Now it was Annie who was dong the deer in the headlights look. "How did you know" Annie finally asked. Connie giggled a bit "I am your mom silly". Annie giggle herself "but you have never said anything". "Child of all the things that you could be into to satisfy your inner naughty I can't think of a more harmless act than peeing your pants in private" Connie was laughing but her point was serious. Annie put her hand over her mouth as her eyes got big. "Mom sometimes I feel so naughty and well um, uh I well" Annie was stumbling all over. "Annie you wanted to be caught" Connie replied bluntly. "How did you know mom" Annie explained. "Baby have you ever heard the expression that the apple never falls far from the tree". Connie was giggling. "Honey in your case you never got out of the branches" Connie said in a bit of an after thought. Annie's eyes were huge and she was smiling from ear to ear.
The two set in silence for a few seconds both savoring the contents of the conversation. Connie gathered her thoughts "Annie what do you want to happen if I do find out that you wet your pants and it was not a real accident" Annie knew exactly what she wanted she was just having trouble saying it to her mom. There was a few second pause as Annie tried to think about how to tell her mom. "Annie do you want a spanking when ever you pee your pants young lady" Connie inquired in her best mom voice. Annie gave her mom a bit of a seductive smile. "Alright young lady peeing your pants will earn you two swats with the paddle on your wet panties is that understood" Connie tone was half scolding. "Yes mommy" Annie replied in her best little girl voice. Annie stood up and faced her mother mommy I had an accident, tonight and I peed my pants". "Let me see young lady" Connie slowly turned her daughter around examining her still soaked pants. "Pants down young lady and hand me your ruler" Connie commanded. Annie complied her heart was starting to race as she handed her mom the heavy ruler she kept on her desk. "Annie bend over and grab your ankles" Connie instructed. Connie stood up and took the ruler. Annie lowered her jeans to her knees exposing light blue panties with the definite wet mark from her accident. She bent over and took hold of her ankles something she had not done in a couple of years. The ruler fell hard oh her wet bottom, the soaked panties offering little protection. There was a sting but Annie did not care. She stood up and gave her mom a huge hug. "Thanks mom" Annie said. "Your welcome Annie" Connie replied. Annie bit her lip a little as she looked into her moms eyes, "go take care of daddy she giggled. "Her mom gave her that mothers look punctuated with a light swat on her bottom and headed to the kitchen to find Dan.
Annie put her wet clothes in the wash machine, gathered her Pajamas and headed for the shower. She smile to herself as she watched her mom and dad go into their bedroom hand in hand. It had been a wonderful day. |
This is fiction, but based on a couple experiences that help get me started.
Bud was a student at West High, a blond kid almost six feet tall and in good shape, he played on the soccer team. It's a late May morning and as he gets dressed he glad to see his tan is coming back - that was one advantage to running around in shorts and no shirt during practice. He pulls on his frosted Levis and has to suck in his stomach a little to zip up, he's grown a little since last fall and it's hard to close the fly over his morning erection. Tugging his t-shirt down to hide the bulge, he grabs his books and runs for the bus. As he stands on the corner his erection fades and his bladder reminds him he should have taken time to pee. The half hour bus ride seems to last forever, and at school he barely makes it to the bathroom in time, helplessly leaking a little in his underwear as he unzips. His relief at finally letting it go is unbelievable, feeling a little like the afterglow of a wet dream, and he thinks: "God, I almost wet my pants, like on the sliding hill in seventh grade...at least nobody noticed; we were all so wet from the snow."
He finishes peeing, but it feels funny, like he's not quite done. A few shakes get no response, so he zips up, relieved that his Levis aren't wet like his jockeys. As he starts out he feels a twinge in his cock, and as he tries to ease it in his jeans he feels a warm dampness in his groin. He rushes back to a stall, afraid he's going to wet his pants, but nothing else comes out as he sits after dropping his pants. His Levis are damp around the fly, but the frosted denim doesn't look wet. He dries the cloth with wads of toilet paper, and after stuffing more in his jockeys just in case, he zips up again and experimentally walks around, watching in the mirror. Nothing else happens, and his shirt covers the barely noticeable dampness, so he heads for class, thinking: "Wow, that was close, I hope nobody notices...they still tease Billy about wetting his pants on the school bus...I wonder if other guys pee their pants sometimes, and I don't notice?"
During first period he's very conscious of his damp crotch, it itches a little and he keeps getting erections. He starts thinking about the times he's peed his pants; the time on the sliding hill when he was having so much fun he didn't want to go home to pee. A bump had made him wet a little, at first he was embarrassed, and then realized they were all so wet from the snow that nobody could tell, and every time he went down the hill he peed a little more till his bladder was empty, the warm piss even felt kinda good! Several times while swimming he peed in his suit, once he did it while sitting on the dock before he dived in. On the Apple River he wet his cutoffs in the tube several times, the first before he was completely wet from the river, and had to `accidentally' fall out to rinse off. A couple times when he took a piss wearing his soccer uniform a few drops soaked through his jock and wet his shorts. Most of the other guys had the same problem, and it always reminded him of what his underwear looked like after a wet dream. Several soccer games had started with him trying to hide a bulging erection.
By lunch time he's almost dry, and after eating he goes into a stall in the bathroom to pee and remove the tissues. He uses some toilet paper to try and wash his groin to stop the itching. His jockeys have an obvious yellow stain, and he's glad today’s not a gym day or somebody would be sure to notice. The rest of the day goes quickly, as he gets off the bus at home he feels a mild urge to pee, and he hurries to the bathroom, grabbing his soccer uniform to change into. As he closes the door he suddenly wonders how much more he could have peed before it showed on his jeans. Figuring he hasn't anything to lose, he decides to find out. He stands in front of the mirror, and feeling strangely excited, he tries to pee a little. At first it won't come out, and then a long spurt flows, giving him a warm pleasant feeling in his crotch. A few moments later nothing is showing, so he pees a little more, the warm wetness soaking to his balls, and still no wetness showing. A minute later and he lets another long stream flow, so much that he feels it trickle down his legs as he reflexively squeezes his knees together and grabs his crotch with his hands. This results in an almost sexual tingle, he relaxes and pees some more, enjoying the pleasant warm sensation as the wetness spreads around his groin and down his legs. He can feel the wet Levis with his hands, but the frosted denim is just the right color so it doesn't show. He thinks: "I was worried for nothing; it doesn't show...I could have just relaxed and enjoyed it!" There's nobody else home, so he walks around a little, enjoying the slightly wicked feeling of his wet pants on his cock. A few moments later he comes down off the high, and sheepishly wonders what to do about his wet pants so his mom won't find out. Then he realizes he'll be late for practice, he quickly undresses, rinses off with the hand shower, and puts on his soccer uniform. He rolls up the wet clothes and hides them in the bottom of his dirty clothes basket, grabs a can of pop and his bike, and heads for practice.
That night he hangs the wet clothes on his desk chair to dry in front of the window. In the morning he notices a faint smell of piss, but otherwise you couldn't tell he'd wet them, so he throws them in the laundry pile. The underwear is too obvious, so he hides them in a bottom drawer. He gets dressed in an old pair of Levis, stops by the bathroom for an insurance pee, and heads for the bus, pulling his shirt down over his bulging fly. The last couple drops in his underwear reminded him of yesterday’s experience, resulting in another erection. The day is fairly normal, except every time he pees he puts his cock away without shaking the last drops off, enjoying the feeling of damp underwear. He also starts checking for other wet fly’s, not having much success, but finding several nice bulges. He's the second guy on the bus, and as he watches the other kids get on, he sees a seventh grader holding his books over his crotch as he walks toward the bus. Figuring he'll see an erection, he looks close as the kid walks past, and is amazed to see a large wet spot around the kids fly. Twenty-five minutes later the kid gets off three blocks before he does, the kid has to wait for the bus to leave to cross the road, and as he stands there with his legs squeezed together, Bud sees a growing wetness on his thighs. He was standing there wetting his pants! The bus pulls away, and knowing nobody will be there he decides to pee his pants again. He lets a quick spurt go, enjoying the familiar warm wetness, glancing down to see if it shows. So far nothing, so he lets some more go, hurriedly stopping as he feels the wetness on his balls. This time it was too much, and he sees a big wet circle around his fly, and as he opens the door he sees it spread down his thighs. Washing up, he again hides his wet jeans till after practice. In the morning he's shocked to find a yellowish stain on his Levis where he'd wet them, obviously pee. He hides them with yesterday’s shorts, and heads for school, trying to decide what to do, and hoping nobody finds out.
The rest of the week he cools it, a little embarrassed and a little afraid somebody will find out. The jeans are still hidden in his drawer, Friday night he takes them out, thinking maybe he could sneak them in the wash, but they smell too much and the yellow stain is really obvious, so he hides them again. In the shower in the morning he gets the idea to wear his smelly jeans while he showered next time, they'd dry overnight, and he could piss them again in the shower before he turned the water on. Saturday evening he and some friends go to a movie and stop for pizza after. He decides to build up a load of piss for the shower, and doesn't pee when they do. It works almost too well, as they walk home he feels like the other morning at school, barely able to keep from wetting his pants. The last block from Tom's house to his, he almost runs, putting his hand in his pocket and squeezing his cock to help hold it in. At home he has to tell his mom about the movie, fortunately she can't see his jeans over the kitchen counter. He's desperately squeezing his legs together, and almost crushing his cock with one hand, trying to keep his pants dry. Finally he says goodnight, but it's too late, as he walks upstairs he feels his hand get wet. There's no sensation of peeing, just the warm wetness spreading in his groin. He grabs his sweats and runs for the bathroom, kicks off his shoes, and helplessly stands in the shower as the piss flows, soaking his jeans with warm wetness, flowing down his legs into his socks and puddling in the shower. Again he feels the wonderful sense of relief as his bladder empties. After taking off his shirt he turns on the shower, the warm water running down his chest into his jeans feels just like he was peeing some more. He takes off the jeans and wrings them out. He carefully rinses off, and feeling very daring he lets loose a spurt of piss on the wall, then pushing it all down the drain with the hand shower. In his room he hangs the wet clothes up to dry on his desk chair, and crawls into bed thinking he'll have to wash his other clothes tomorrow...if he can ever stop wetting his other pants long enough!
Sunday afternoon his parents tell him they're going to a movie and then dinner. They give him some money for a pizza, and leave, saying they'll be back around eight. A little later he's wondering what to do about his jeans, and realizes he could wash and dry them before anybody got home. Figuring he shouldn't waste an opportunity, he puts on another pair of his school jeans, the tight fitting black ones, and lets loose. The spreading warmth feels as good as always, and he wears the wet Levis as he carries his other clothes down to the washer. Throwing them in, he strips off his wet pants and starts the washer. He hooked. |
So, I looked back in this forum and saw there weren't any threads for omorashi poetry (or at least any that had new posts recently), so I thought, "Why not start one up?" I've got a couple here to share to start things off with, with illustrations.
Here's the first!
Beneath the ancient apple tree that stood
Atop the low-curved hill beside the dell
Sat Danny Ashford, waiting for his Nell,
His fine young love who treated him so well,
His fine young love with laughing eyes who could
With slightest smile her joyful feelings tell.
So Danny waited, watching summer clouds
Drift by like tumbling heaps of fullered wool.
But all the while, his bladder grew quite full,
Yet, steadfast, he denied his body's pull:
Just going on the tree -- he was too proud,
And what if, just then, who should come but Nell?
Hands in pockets, legs crossed anxiously,
Poor Danny waited, back against the bark.
"Oh where," Dan thought, his blue eyes growing dark,
"Could Nelly be, could she have missed the mark
We set on Sunday afternoon at three?
Did she forget?" And right then rang the bell;
As Danny squirmed beside the apple tree
The distant church bell three then four times rang.
His bladder in his abdomen did hang
So heavy, urging on his growing pangs.
"Oh, fuck!" he cried, "I've got to have a pee!"
And, fumbling with his trousers, nearly tripped.
Hands trembling, legs shaking -- The button stuck!
A jolt of fear shot down from head to feet
And prompted bursting bladder to release,
Its warm and golden weight to quick decrease.
A thick stream gushed, fabric was soaked. "Oh, fuck!
Oh, fuck! Oh, all the rotten things in hell!"
Despite his shame, he heaved a heavy sigh,
His urine patt'ring loudly on the grass
And to the deep, rich soil clinging fast,
Dampening it, when Danny heard a lass:
"Sorry I'm late. . . Are you still here?" she cried.
And, in a flash, around the trunk came Nell.
On seeing her sweet love in such a way,
She stood in place and blushed, and Dan did too,
For his strong stream did not abate in view
Of the sun-haired maiden standing scant few
Small steps from him, thinking to turn away,
But watching, fascinated and compelled.
The stream at last came trickling to a halt
While Danny, both relieved and mortified,
Stammered out apologies, both his eyes
All fringed with tears, the kind a person cries
When faced shame entirely their own fault --
So weighted down with shame, Dan almost fell.
"I'm sorry, but. . ." he nervously began,
"You came so late and I could wait no more.
I didn't think I'd need to go before
Arriving here, but when the clock struck four,
It was too late. I couldn't go and run
To where I could. . ." and nothing more would tell.
Expecting her reproaches then, he shut
His deep blue eyes. His face was burning hot.
He thought she'd go away, but she did not --
Like slender vines, like blankets on a cot,
Nell's arms wrapped 'round him -- Pressed her cheeks to his,
And whispered, "Dan, I've got to go as well."
She drew away, a wry grin on her face,
Keeping his hand so gently in her own.
A moment passed, and Nell began to moan,
And as her pee trickled down she intoned,
With mock anguish, "Now I have been disgraced!"
And lifted up her skirt to show Dan well.
Coiling, fluid shadows rolled down her thighs,
Like Danny's own, glistening in the Sun.
Marks of pleasure, shame, release happ'ly run
Down trembling calves, chilled by a breeze that one
Old apple tree could not stop anywise.
Once more they embraced, together they fell.
So tight they held each other then, so close,
And kissed in view of all the summer birds.
Forgiveness for a sin in neither word
Nor thought condemned, in fact so much preferred
By his beloved, whom he pleased the most.
And so, good Danny Ashford laid with Nell.
Till sunset they laid there, green leaves above,
Small beneath the turquoise sky, large in love.
This next one is a little different. It's something I wrote for myself in high school, and I only tweaked it a little bit from what it was then. I don't know who "Amanda" is. That's just the name I picked for the character.
It was in class one fine day
That I heard Amanda say
That she one gallon of water drank,
All in one sitting -- Who'd have thank?
Now she's squirming by the door,
Regretting her decision poor.
Hands in pockets, casually,
Say "This girl don't have to pee!"
But her bobbing says it all,
As for the bell she quietly calls.
When knees bend for' and butt pops out,
It's obvious what its all about.
The class bell rings and out she zooms,
To the nearest ladies' room,
Moving fast as she can go,
Trying not to leak cargo.
Into the washroom she dashes,
Bladder hot like smoldering ashes,
Leaps in a stall, tears down her jeans,
And lets loose a torrential stream!
She breathes a sigh of ecstasy,
Taking badly needed pee.
A gushing river, crystal clear,
Tinkles loud for all to hear.
Hope you all like! Anyone, please post more poems here. There aren't enough omorashi poems out there! |
The Pee FactorTaken from "Dripping Wet," my collection of 50 watersports stories for kindle and kindle app readers. In this story, the bitchy host of a TV talent show is about to get tied to her judge's table and peed on by a desperate contestant...
"What's your act?" The woman turned to face Clare, passing the time waiting for her turn to go on stage.
"Soaking the host."
The woman turned away, whispering to her friend about the weirdo behind her. Clare didn’t care. She hated talent shows, all of them. She couldn't stand the catty judges, the self deluded singers, the backstage bitching, all of it caught on camera of course. But now she'd thought of the perfect protest against them. She had auditioned alongside countless others, using her superb singing voice as a cover, pretending she wanted to make it big as a solo artist.
It was nerve wracking, even if it was only the first round of auditions, it was still a chance to make a statement about the whole thing. Particularly Alice Cowling.
Alice was the host of the show, famed for making most of the contestants cry. She was in her thirties, wore a trademark business suit, always smiled for the camera and revealed just enough cleavage to regularly appear in the papers, making the dads who watched the show happy and the mums jealous.
Clare had thought of the perfect way to get revenge on Miss Prim and Proper, her cut glass accent, her silver spoon life and everything her show stood for. She was nervous now though. She'd let other people cut in front of her all through the day, ending up right at the back of the queue, needing to be the last act to be seen for her plan to work, there was no way they’d be able to continue the broadcast after a stunt like this. Now at last it was her turn. She was brought at the side of the stage, waiting for her cue. She could see auditorium of the theatre from here, packed with people. She'd heard them alternately cheering or booing depending on how Alice told them to react. She was like a puppet master, pulling all their strings. But not for much longer.
The stage manager pointed at Clare. It was her turn at last. She stepped out onto the stage, carrying her props. Time for the real show to start.
"Hello," Alice began, nice as pie as always. “What's your name?"
"I'm Clare."
"Hi Clare. And what are you going to do for us today?"
"I'm going to put on a magic show. And I need your help Alice."
Alice frowned. This was unusual. But the audience cheered and she felt backed into a corner, the first time that had ever happened. Reluctantly she stood up, vowing to have strong words with the producer about this change from the script, her notes said Clare was a singer. "Shall I help her?" she asked the audience and they cheered in response. On her side as always. She walked round her table and out onto the centre of the stage. Clare nodded to the wings and her music started, a pounding beat. She danced round Alice, taking one of her long scarves and wrapping it round Alice's wrist. She brought the host’s arms together and tied a tight knot, binding her hands together.
If Alice was scared, she didn't show it. She let Clare wrap another scarf round her face, blindfolding her. In the enforced darkness she felt another scarf being wrapped round her ankles, bringing her legs together. Now she was bound like this, she no longer felt in control. She tried to speak, to tell the crew to get her out of this but Clare quickly tied a last scarf over her mouth before she could get a word out. She was gagged now, trapped until Clare chose to let her go. The audience were riveted, no one spoke. They were all wondering what would happen next. At home, audiences were on the edges of their sofas. They too were anxious to see just what magic would take place that involved their favourite TV star.
Clare guided Alice back towards her table, helping her shuffle along with her ankles bound so tightly. When she got there Clare assisted her up onto the table before using the loose ends of the scarves to tie her down, leaving her prone and wondering just what the hell was about to happen.
Clare turned to the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen. This woman and this show represent everything that's wrong with this country today. This show wets all over the real talent that exists out there. Today I intend to return the favour, to piss all over the show and all over your beautiful hostess."
In a room upstairs a crew member turned to producer, hand hovering over the cut off button. They couldn't let this be broadcast, surely? But the producer wasn't there, he was outside, on the phone to one of the sponsors. Unable to make a decision the crew member just remained frozen as the cameras kept rolling. Clare was smiling, amazed to have gotten so far. She turned to Alice, her bladder aching with the pee she'd been holding in for hours, waiting for this moment. She found she wasn't just angry anymore, she was also strangely turned on, the idea of exposing herself in front of the whole theatre tickled her secret exhibitionist fantasies.
She reached across and undid the button on the front of Alice's trousers. Alice tried to scream, to squirm free but she was bound too tightly. She could only lay there twisting her body as her trousers were unzipped and tugged down her legs. Her tiny white panties were be on display to the silent crowd as were her long slender legs. She felt a tug at her waist and then her knickers were ripped off her.
She began to cringe, knowing her shaved pussy was now exposed on national TV on her own TV show. They’d throw her off the air for this. She wanted the ground to swallow her up. Why weren't her crew stopping this? She screamed into her gag again as she felt a tongue run across her clit. Then she remembered. She had yelled at the crew, warned them never to stop any act, told them everything was always planned to the last detail. They probably thought this was one of her shock tactics to increase ratings.
Alice was laid very still, breathing quietly. She thought back to the meeting she'd had the day before, telling someone they needed new ideas, something exciting to increase ratings. The other producers smiling and saying they had some good ideas. Was this their plan all along? Or was it a coincidence and this was just some insulted contestant back for revenge. She thought about the publicity. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, she’d always fantasised about another woman tying her down and licking her to orgasm. She began to push her knees apart, thrusting her hips upwards to encourage the contestant, what was her name again? Anyway, to encourage her tongue back onto her now aching clit.
Clare stood back, she hadn't planned on licking Alice’s pussy but her clit was so exposed, the shaven skin around it so inviting she hadn't been able to control herself. She pushed her fingers between the two bound thighs, making the host moan into her gag. Alice's pussy was sopping wet. Clare moved round the table and pulled the two sides of Alice's shirt apart in a single movement, buttons flying off as it ripped open, exposing her bare breasts for the first time. They were exquisite, small but well formed with hard nipples that made Clare want to tug at them, bite them, play with them. She found it hard to stay focused at the sight of them. She realised if she didn't get this over with she'd be wetting herself instead of on Alice.
Climbing up onto the table she tugged the gag from Alice's mouth and kissed her. To her surprise Alice kissed her back, their tongues entwined for a moment before Clare pulled away. She lifted her skirt, no panties underneath. The audience was still silent, too shocked by what they were seeing to say anything at all.
In the booth the crew member was frozen, not knowing what to do, just watching the monitor as Clare sank downwards until her pussy was directly over Alice's face. There was a moment's pause, concentration visible on her face as she relaxed her bladder. Reaching down, she pulled Alice’s gag away from her mouth.
"What are..?." Alice began but got no futher as her mouth was immediately filled with a torrent of hot piss making her cough and splutter. She had to swallow to avoid choking, the taste of piss filling her mouth. Clare found herself laughing, she never dreamed she'd be able to get this far. She looked up wondering what the noise was before she realised. The audience were cheering, on their feet, giving her a standing ovation.
She got to her own feet, thrusting her hips forwards so the rest of her piss splashed over Alice's body, soaking into her skin and trickling from the edges of the table onto the stage. When the hot pee hit Alice’s exposed clit, she screamed out loud. Her nub was so sensitive, the pressure of urine was enough to make her whole body tingle with excitement.
When Clare had finished she knelt down, her bottom directly above Alice's face.
"Lick my ass," she yelled. "Everyone round here licks yours. Now it’s your turn."
Alice didn't know what to do, she was in the thrall of this mad woman. She nervously stuck out her tongue, not sure what to expect, the blindfold still covering her eyes. To her surprise as her tongue made contact with the puckered hole pressing onto her face, she found she was enjoying this, having spent years in charge, telling other people what to do, it made a refreshing change for someone else to be in control. She licked the skin she could feel, unable to see what was there. She could feel Clare’s tight hole pushing back onto her tongue. She was able to nudge inside it as she felt wetness press against her chin. She jumped as she felt a hand on her pussy again, stroking her clit. Against her will, she moaned into Clare’s bottom. It was just too good a feeling to keep quiet anymore.
Clare remained in this position, wanting to see just how long she could get away with this. The tongue in her bottom was exquisite, making her clit throb with desire. She adjusted her hips so she could rub her clit against Alice's chin, using her like a sex toy to help her masturbate. She forced a finger between Alice's legs, pushing it up inside the host’s pussy. Someone leapt on stage from the audience and pulled away Alice's leg restraints to try and help her escape but Alice only spread her legs wider, not trying to escape. The person walked slowly back to their seat, looking confused.
Clare could see the pert bottom under her better now, the slickness on her legs. She moved her other hand until she was able to push two fingers through the wetness and up into Alice's bottom. Alice screamed with joy into Clare’s pussy at the sensation of both holes being filled. Within moments her orgasm hit her. She'd always had a weakness for her ass being played with and now she was pushed over the edge, climaxing loudly on live TV in front of millions of people.
Clare rubbed harder, grinding down faster and faster, her fingers still gripped by the rhythmic contractions of Alice's tight holes. She felt her own orgasm approaching and seconds later it hit her. She cried out, unable to stay upright, collapsing onto Alice's face. She felt the tongue still circling in her anus as the waves of her orgasm washed over her until it slowly withdrew as she lay still, panting for breath, breathing in the sweet scent of Alice’s pussy.
When she’d recovered enough, she stood up, legs wobbling. The audience member who'd leapt on stage looked at her warily before untying Alice’s wrists and then jumping back down to her seat once again. Alice stood up and tugged off her blindfold. She folded her arms over her still wet chest, holding her shirt closed, feeling very exposed as Clare’s pee trickled down her body. She turned to the red faced contestant, seeing her as if for the first time, her bottom still exposed to the audience behind her.
"Clare?" she said loudly.
Clare glared back at her, ready for the explosion as the audience waited to see how Alice would react.
"You're through to the next round."
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Chapter 2 Secrets Comes Out
"Kilyn, what are you doing." James said as he entered the door. Kilyn turns around, as a little more pee comes out as she holds on tighter.
"Nothing, just dancing." Kilyn said.
"Ya the potty dance, if you need to pee then why don't you go?" James asked.
"I don't know." Kilyn respond.
"Why did you late til the last minute, your never like this. Is there something that your not telling me."
"No." Kilyn lied.
"I know that you're lying to me, come on tell me."
"Okay, I have a fetish, I like to where diaper and pee in it, sometimes I pee my pants and on rare occasion I pee on the floor."
"Oh wow, is that all."
"Yea." Kilyn is now holding tighter it's now a nine, it's going to come soon.
"I'm not mad, and if this something you like to do then I'll support you."
"You could be my daddy, and put diapers on me and punish me like a little girl." Kilyn said.
"I'd love that, I think this can be fun."
"Trust me James it is."
"Wow looks like my little girls needs to go potty." James said.
"She does, I drank to much."
"You should know better, you have to hold it in, til I say otherwise."
"But daddy I've been holding it for a while."
"Well you can hold it some more. You know when you should go."
"Daddy I need to make peepee please let me go potty."
"No, and stop holding it, it's not good. If you have an accident then you get spanked."
"If I move, I go. Please let me go."
"Hold it for 30 minutes and I MAY let you go."
James helps her to sit down. He sets a timer for 30 minutes.
"Do you do this while I'm at work?" James asked.
"Yes, I start as you leave the driveway and stop when you pull back in." Kilyn said.
"Oh, so it's been a while. Why haven't you told me sooner?"
"I didn't want you to leave me or be embarrassed my me, or worse make fun of me."
"Oh honey I would never make fun of you, and if your bladder starts to hurt then you can let go, even if I want you hold it. I don't want you hurt."
"Okay, but I like holding til I explode."
"Well it looks like you will soon, you must really have to go."
"Oh I do, ive been doing this til you left."
"Oh. Well baby girl, I'll let you go potty now. But don't expect to always be nice like this."
"Thanks daddy, I really need to go potty." Kilyn climbs on James lap.
"Well go."
"I'm nervous daddy, I've never done this."
"Well think of a nice waterfall, and you just let go. Think of a hot summer day and you need some ice cold lemonade." That made Kilyn lose it. She peed her diaper forcefully on James lap. Her diaper turned a golden yellow.
"Wow you made a big peepee."
"I know I really had to go."
"Yes you did. This time I want you to hold, til I tell you let go. Okay?"
"Yes daddy, I'll try.
"that's my girl." James said. Kilyn got up and got another diaper for James to put her in.
James gives her the biggest pitcher of Ice tea and told her to drink it in half an hour. Kilyn thought that, it was too easy, since she loves ice tea.
James was cooking dinner he was cooking stir fry, but added lots of pepper so Kilyn will drink more.
"Kilyn, baby dinner's ready." James said as he set the table.
Kilyn came with an empty pitcher. James refilled it with more tea.
"Remember my rule, can't leave the table unless I say it's okay, or if it's an emergency." James said.
"Okay daddy." Kilyn said.
"How was work daddy?" Kilyn asked.
"It was good, stressful and tiring. How was your day?" James asked.
"Good I had tons of fun."
Kilyn has been drinking more since the stir fry was spicier than usual. but this is making her fill faster.
Almost through most of the meal, Kilyn needed to pee.
"Daddy I have to potty."
"You just went, you can hold it."
"My teas is all gone though." "You shouldn't have drank it all, you can hold it.""I really to potty though."
"So, you can wait, enough of this, or you get a spanking."
"Okay."
Kilyn ate the last of her meal, but at this point she's holding herself.
"Kilyn I said don't hold herself."
"I can't help it."
"Stop, Kilyn."
Kilyn let go, her twisted her legs.
"Come sit we'll watch the little mermaid."
Kilyn sat next to James.
About halfway through the movie. Kilyn forgot about James deal and completely had an accident.
"Kilyn you had an accident, when I told you not too."
"Sorry daddy, I forgot."
"That's not an excuse. you need to be punished."
"But I really needed to go potty."
"So you should have been able to hold it. Now lay on my lap."
Kilyn laid on his lap. He gave her 5 spankings. Kilyn was crying.
"Sorry I had to do this baby girl, but I told you to hold, next time try and listen okay."
"Okay daddy, love you."
"Love you too baby girl."
James and Kilyn continued Little Mermaid.
By the end of the movie it was 11:00
"Let's go to bed." James said."Okay."
James and Kilyn went to their bedroom and got ready for bed.
"Kilyn do you need to go potty, before you go night night?" James asked.
"Yes daddy." Kilyn said, not realizing that she needed to go.
James watched her go potty.
"Night night princess." James said.
"Night night daddy." Kilyn said.
They kissed and went to sleep.
TBC I hoped you like this second chapter. I'll try and post two tomorrow. I think you'll like it. It gets better as it progresses I promise. |
Sorry that I haven't been online lately, I couldn't post for a week. But hey now I'm back, and I can't wait for you to read this chapter. I hope you like it!!
Chapter 3 Naughty Girl.
It's the next morning, and it's a pretty normal morning. Now with the secret out, it's been a whole lot easier on Kilyn. She can finally be herself 24/7 it can't get any better than this.
James is making breakfast for him and Kilyn. They're having pancakes, bacon, sausage and fruit. James has been taking the news very well, about the whole diaper situation. It shocked him at first, but now that it's out in the open he kinda likes it. He loves being Kilyn daddy. He's hoping that they can go on vacation soon, I mean come on it's summer. Everyone deserves a summer vacation.
Kilyn is just now waking up, and she smells the sweet smell of bacon. She jumped up and followed the sweet trail.
"Hey baby girl." James said.
"Hi daddy, do you have to work today?" Kilyn asked.
"Yes I do honey." James answered.
Kilyn went to the living room and cried.
Breakfast was ready and James went to get Kilyn, who has still crying.
"Kilyn, come on let's eat breakfast." James said.
"No because once you're done, your going to leave." Kilyn cried.
"Hey, if you can be a big girl, I'll let you potty anywhere and anyway you want." James said.
"Promise?" Kilyn said.
"Yes I promise." James said.
"I don't want you too leave though." Kilyn said.
"I know you don't, I don't either. I'll see if I can get a week off." James said.
"Okay." Kilyn sniffled.
She got up and James led her to the kitchen.
They started to eat breakfast.
"If I'm able to get a week off where do you want to go, princess?" James asked.
"I don't know, as long as I'm with daddy, I'll be happy." Kilyn smiled.
"Awe princess. I'll let you pick." James smiled.
"No I want us to pick, you know I can't make decision." Kilyn informed.
"Okay, when I get home we'll decide." James replied.
Breakfast time was over.
"Do you need to go potty, before I leave?" James asked.
"Yes daddy, I really do." Kilyn said putting her hands in between her legs.
"Okay let's go, so I can get you out of this diaper, so you can go like a big girl all day and make a big mess when I get home." James said.
They rushed to the bathroom and Kilyn made it- just barely.
"Good girl." James praised as she went.
Kilyn finished and they walked to the living room.
"I'll call when I get off work. Decide how you want to potty. Okay?" James said.
"Okay I will." Kilyn said.
Kilyn made sure she went when she knew to go so, by when it's closer to when James gets home she can make a big mess. Kilyn hopes James can get a week off, she really wants to go on vacation just the two of them. Kilyn isn't sure where she wants to go, but she h.opes that it's warm and sunny. But she doesn't want to go travel on an airplane. She gets air sick, and she gets claustrophobic. Yes a car is small, but she doesn't feel on top of everybody in a car, while on a airplane your all scrunched up in one space.
"Hopefully James doesn't want to travel somewhere where we have to fly." Kilyn wondered.
She doesn't want to disappoint James, that's the last thing she wants to do. It's just that she doesn't want to hurt him. The only way she'll go on a plane is it's for James. But that's the last resort, other than that, no plane no way.
It's the end of the day for James, he was able to get a whole two weeks off. Since he's done amazing for both of his cases. His boss let him get two weeks off. James couldn't believe it. James can't wait to tell Kilyn. Speaking of Kilyn, James needs to call her.
"Hello." Kilyn answered.
"Hi princess, how was your day?" James asked.
"Really good, I went potty like a big girl."
"You did, how many times?"
"Three!"
"Good job, baby. Daddy is proud of you. Guess what?"
"What?"
"I got us two weeks off, so we get to go on vacation!"
"Yay!!."
"We get to start tomorrow. How does that sound?""Amazing."
"I know, I can't wait."
"Me either. How far are you?"
"I'll be home in three minutes."
"Okay, good."
"Why, what's wrong."
"Nothing, I really want to see you."
"Okay, I pulled up, love you bye."
"Love you too."
Kilyn really needs to pee, she drank three iced teas and a coffee since the last time she peed. And now she really needs to go. She is currently on the couch.
James finally walks in.
"Daddy!" Kilyn cheered.
"Hi princess." James said and kissed Kilyn forehead.
"So remember your promise?"
"Yes, but before anything have you decided where and how you want to do this?"
"Yes, somewhere naughty, where I get in trouble."
"Oh okay."
"Let's get something to eat."
"Okay."
"Does my princess needs the potty before we leave?" The word "potty" really makes Kilyn desperate."No."
"Okay, I'm going to get your bag ready, then we'll go."
They got in the car
"Where do you want to eat?" James asked.
"Hu Hot." Kilyn said.
James is going to go to the really far one hoping she'll pee her pants in the car. The farthest one is about an hour.
20 minutes later.
They're about a 1/3 way there and Kilyn is about ready to lose it.
"How much farther daddy?" Kilyn asked
"About 40 minutes. Why, are you really hungry?" James asked.
"Yes but I need to potty."
"I asked before we left, and you said no. You have to wait til we get there."
"But I really need to go know."
"Sorry princess, but you should have went before we left."
Kilyn looking at the clock, which each minute going by, feels like an hour.
10 Minutes later.
Kilyn was hoping that traffic wouldn't happen, but of course nothing ever turns her way.
"Awe traffic."Kilyn said, jamming her hands in between her legs for dear life.
"Don't worry baby traffic will clear up." James comforted.
"But I really need to potty."
"Just hold it the best you can okay. Just don't pee pee in my car."
James was getting excited, he knew that she will. But he can't take it. If she doesn't pee in the next five minutes then he'll force her too.
It's been five minutes and traffic is still in play, Kilyn knew that she'll lose it any minute know.
James took the bull on the horn, and took matter in his own hand.
"Let's listen to music." James said.
He put a CD in.
It's a waterfall.
Kilyn started to squirm."
"Daddy can we listen to something else?" Kilyn asked.
"Sorry this is all we have."James said.
"But I can't hold my pee pee in much longer."
"Yes you can and will."
After ten minutes of this Kilyn lost it. James saw that her pants got darker.
"Kilyn I told you not to pee in my car."
"Sorry, but I couldn't it any more."
"When we get home you're in so much trouble."
"I tried daddy, I really did."
"Now you ruined my seats."
Kilyn started to cry.
Traffic started to clear up and they finally made it to Hu Hot. Kilyn was still crying.
"Don't cry, daddy shouldn't have been hard on you. I knew you held for the best you could, plus we were in traffic."
"So I'm not in trouble anymore?"
"No you're not, now let's change you and then eat."
He changed her in the trunk and then ate.
"So princess, where do you want to go on vacation for two weeks?"
"I don't know, as long as we don't have to fly and it's must be warm."
"Okay, how about Florida ? It takes a day to get there and we can drive."
"It's perfect."
The rest of the ride home was silent, only because Kilyn passed out.
Once they got home, James carried her in, and changed her. He decided to go to bed too. Tomorrow they will pack and he'll clean the seat.
TBC sorry if the ending felt sorta rushed. I couldn't think of anything else. What did you think? I hoped you enjoyed it and I'll try to write another chapter and post it tomorrow. Have a day day bye |
This is a story I've had in mind for a long time now. I'd appreciate feedback, and I'd like to know if I should continue or not. This first part doesn't have any omo in it. That will come in later chapters. So, without further delay, here's the epilogue.
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Rellen gasped as he shot up in bed, the CrystalTech alarm clock on the wall to his right buzzing loudly. He took a minute to catch his breath, then clapped twice to cease the insufferable noise. He had just had that odd dream again. It had been coming to him more and more frequently. He didn’t remember much about the dream, but he remembered floating through space, among the stars. There was something floating next to him; a beautiful glowing being radiating with pure energy. He felt a very powerful urge to stay near this being as they drifted through the cosmos together. These dreams always felt like they lasted for an eternity. However, Rellen always woke up when an odd, pitch black humanoid being attacked him and the pure being next to him. And when he woke up, he’d instantly feel an unbelievably intense loneliness. This day was no different. He managed to quickly shake off the feeling. He had always felt this dream might have meant something, but his logic reasoned it was just that; a simple dream. It couldn’t possibly mean anything very important… could it? Rellen quickly regained focus. He had a job to do, and he couldn’t be dwelling on some insignificant dream. He got up and stretched, then made his bed and tapped a blue button on a touchscreen panel in the wall. A mechanical hum could be heard as the foot of the bed lifted off the ground, and the entire bed folded up into the wall. Rellen went into the bathroom to shower, brush his teeth, and otherwise make himself presentable. Afterwards, Rellen walked over to his dresser. Normally, he would have put on his usual military uniform, but for some reason, his commanding officer had told him to come to his mission briefing in civilian clothes. He selected pair of black form fitting skinny jeans, a vinyl belt, a black and red hoodie, and a pair of black, high top Converse shoes. He put a pair of Bluetooth headphones around his neck, and as a final touch, he pulled a black beanie cap loosely over his spikey green hair. He mounted a vinyl tablet case onto his belt. He removed his Surface Pro 2 tablet from its docking station, slipped it into the case, then closed it and rotated the custom latch to lock it in place. After he had gotten ready, Rellen walked over to the door to his bedroom. It slid upward, and he walked through to the white hallways of the living section of the New York Alketz HQ. He glanced at a clock on one of many CrystalTech glass walls in the facility. It showed the time was 12:38 A.M. Rellen wondered why his superiors had set his alarm to get him up so early. He knew he’d soon have his answer as he had finally reached the briefing office. He entered to find only his commanding officer, General James Danford, a broad, balding man in his late 50’s, and his personal assistant, Glenda Hill. Rellen instantly stood at attention and saluted. “At ease, Sergeant Stormer. Have a seat,” Danforth said, gesturing to the chair in front of him. Rellen did as he was told. “I’ll try to keep this as brief as possible. You’re obviously familiar with CrystalTech. Do you know how the company came into being, sergeant?” the general asked. Rellen nodded. “Even so, you should have a reminder,” Danford said before turning to his assistant, “Mrs. Hill, if you would?” The woman tapped a few times on her iPad, and several images of old cyber news articles spanning over the last five years appeared on the large screen to the right of Danford’s desk. Glenda then started her part of the briefing. “CrystalTech was founded by Kagome Furukawa back in 2015, and it’s currently based in Tokyo with locations in every other major city. In 2017, the company’s engineers invented TracelessTouch, the first line of residue-erasing, virtually indestructible glass surfaces. This made many of the big tech companies buy and incorporate it in their devices’ screens. Many of these companies tried, but failed to buy them out. By 2018, CrystalTech had grown so successful that it eventually bought Google, Microsoft, and Apple, but kept them as separate branches.” She then changed the images on screen to several CrystalTech products. “That same year, the company produced PowerGlass, a combination of TracelessTouch glass, Google Glass projection hardware, and a combination of the best parts of iOS 8 and Windows 9 software. By 2019, housing companies, school systems, other businesses, and even governmental organizations and militaries began to incorporate PowerGlass systems. Now, in 2021, 98% of all households, schools, public areas, and military forces use some kind of CrystalTech product, including all branches of the Alketz organization. These devices are controlled by some version of the Purgatory Graphical User Interface, or PGUI. Civilian housing and company systems use Purgatory-C, public areas like parks, schools, or restaurants use Purgatory-P or E, and military forces use Purgatory-M. Even the experimental ABGUI biotech system that you had installed in your body two years ago runs on Purgatory. The Alketz organization uses Purgatory-A to manage our devices, and to keep track of our prisoners, operatives, and specific civilians we call Anomalies, along with the special powers they possess.” With that, she stopped speaking. “Thank you, Mrs. Hill,” Danforth said, before facing Rellen again, “Now I know you’re wondering what this has to do with your upcoming mission. Kagome Furukawa developed our facility interface, and therefore, knows of the existence of Alketz. She has a daughter; Yuki Furukawa. We have reason to believe that she may be in danger. If she were to be captured by any of our enemies, they could use her as a hostage to force her mother to reveals what she knows. If they were to get their hands on the system specs for our interface, they could easily hack into our system and destroy Alketz from the inside. Aside from that, we believe that this girl might have an ability that is not documented. We need to bring her in for testing. Yuki Furukawa is a VIP of incredible value and importance. Your mission is to go undercover as a student at her high school in Tokyo. You are to protect her at all costs, and are to take her into organization custody via standard apprehension protocols as soon as the opportunity presents itself. Once you have succeeded, report the successful capture. For this mission, you’ll be supplied with a small firearm with full-auto capabilities, a suppressor, and several hundred rounds of non-lethal rubber rounds. All of this will be able to be stored in a hidden compartment in a school bag resembling the standard ones issued at the school. Further details will be forward to you later. Is your mission understood?” Rellen once again stood and saluted. Everything made sense now. He was asked to dress in civilian clothes to avoid raising suspicion. Aside from the identical surgical scars vertically across each of his eyes and the muscle tone he’d developed from intense training, the seventeen year old looked like a taller than average boy with dyed hair and color changing contact lenses. His right eye was red, and his left eye was purple. This odd coloration, along with his hair color, was completely natural, although he’d never understood why. Despite that, he was the perfect candidate for the mission. “Good,” Danforth said, “Now get going. You have a flight to catch.” Rellen turned and left for the airport. Once he was gone, Glenda turned to face Danford. “So why didn’t you tell him?” she asked, “About those dreams and abilities, that is.” Danford simply chuckled in response. “I didn’t tell him why he’s having those dreams, or why he has the powers he has for the same reasons as always. He’ll learn everything on his own soon enough.”
Edited March 31, 2014 by GunRunner
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As usual, it's been a while since I posted/finished a story - warning; with it's 16 pages it's quite lengthy - but that's how I like them.
I started writing this story after the story writing competition, and although this wasn't written as an entry, my story follows the the scenario of the competition.
Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation, holding, wetting and humiliation.
- - JESSICA'S INTERVIEW - -
Jessica once again adjusted her tight grey business skirt, and looked up to the tall classic office tower which was now right in front of her. There she was, standing still in the middle of a constant stream of people walking in and out of the building, most of them yelling through their expensive smartphones, not caring about the nervous 22-year old they were passing by, so busy with their work that they failed to notice the restless look in her eyes, her hands trembling uncontrollably, adrenaline rushing through her veins. Her interview would start in fifteen minutes - her first since she graduated cum laude from college - and no matter how prepared she was or how suited she was for the open position, Jessica was extremely nervous. Supported by her outstanding school grades, she had decided to take the ambitious career route, unlike many of her friends. Yes, the economy was tough, especially for graduates, but Jessica didn’t want just a job - she wanted THE job - the salary wasn’t all that important to her, but the medium-maintenance position and career opportunities were.
Glancing at her watch, she decided to enter the building, wanting to make a confident first impression by arriving a few minutes early, making sure that whoever was interviewing her would not have to wait for her. “Okay, here we go”, she thought to herself as she walked through the revolving door together with a dozen of people she didn’t know, trying to calm down her nerves. As the cool breeze of air conditioning brushed her bare arms, she felt her bladder twitch, and Jessica asked herself how that was even possible - she had used the bathroom at her apartment before leaving, just thirty minutes ago? Trying not to indulge her nervous symptoms, she pushed the thought away in the back of her mind and obliged herself to concentrate on the job description that she had read literally a thousand of times. The department she was interviewing with wasn’t located in the main tower, but the direction signs inside the building were pretty clear, and after walking through the long glass passage which connected the two buildings, she arrived at the department lobby.
The contrast with the main hall couldn’t be any bigger; while the latter was filled with people walking in all possible directions, sounds of elevators opening and closing, energetic like a wasps nest, the department lobby was ruled by complete silence. Jessica barely noticed the receptionists desk, which was situated in the back of the giant modern area. Putting on her best smile, she paced forward, taking a gander at her watch again - she was ten minutes early. Usually she would wait just a little while longer to present herself, but there was no place to hide in the almost empty hall, and she didn’t want to make an impression as a fearful personality, even when it was just to the receptionist. Behind the desk there was a young woman, about Jessica’s age, talking on the phone, politely smiling back to Jessica, implying that she had noticed the visitor, and that she would take care of her after she finished her telephone conversation. Jessica waited by the desk and checked out the receptionist; she was wearing a formal two-piece suit with a grey skirt, almost like Jessica’s but a little shorter in size. Jessica smiled to herself; she had selected her outfit well for interviewing - at least her clothing style wasn’t something that she needed to be worried about. In fact, she thought that the receptionist showed a little too much cleavage for business, the top of her perfectly shaped youthful 36C breasts exposed for whoever might be looking. It wasn’t that Jessica was jealous about her model figure - she didn’t have to, having quite the body herself - she just thought that it was more appropriate for someone working at a respectable firm to show a little less skin. Despite the shorter skirt and open blouse, it looked like she did her job very professionally though, politely ending her call.
“Sorry for the wait,” the receptionist smiled, “how can I help you?”
“Hi, I’m here for the interview... I’m Jessica.” The reply was short, as Jessica tried to remain calm; now that she was getting closer to the interview, her nervousness started kicking up again. The receptionist shortly glanced at her computer screen, and then stood up.
“Ah, welcome Jessica; we’ve been expecting you. It seems like you’re a little early, your interviewer is still on his way - please follow me.”
“Did you have any trouble finding our department?”, the girl asked, casually continuing the conversation, as Jessica went along in her direction.
“No, not at all,” Jessica replied, the small talk calming down her nerves a bit; the receptionist seemed like a really nice person.
“Oh, that’s great - we’re a bit separated from the rest of the firm for the moment, we just moved here... Jessica was it, right?”, the secretary went on, leading Jessica into a large conference room.
“So, please make yourself comfortable, I will let you know when your interviewer arrives. Do you want something to drink? Water, coffee, soda?”
“Water is fine, thanks,” Jessica kindly accepted; she felt pretty thirsty.
The receptionist left and Jessica positioned herself in the nearest seat at the corner of the conference table, took her resumé out of her briefcase and put it on the table top, perfectly aligned with the table border. While she waited for the receptionist to come back with her drink, she felt her bladder complaining again, telling her brain that she could definitely use the lavatories, but again she neglected the feeling, deciding that she was just nervous. With her last bathroom visit just forty minutes ago, it was simply not possible that she had to pee again, and she could easily contain herself until after the interview; that was her point of view. The interview was just a preliminary conversation, so it wouldn’t take a whole afternoon - thirty minutes, tops. It was her first since college, but Jessica had prepared the interview carefully, having practiced her skills with her best friend Kay - she knew what questions she should expect, how to present herself, etcetera. But still; sitting here, waiting for the real deal, was something else.
- - - - - - -
Thirty minutes later, Jessica was still alone in the conference room - her appointment was late, and she was getting more nervous by the minute, constantly wondering why he wasn’t showing up. Feeling tense, she was strolling along the room’s large window, the 20 ounce bottle that the receptionist had brought in earlier completely empty, all that water traveling down her body, increasing her inconvenient need to pee by the minute. Jessica tried hard not to think about it, now realizing that it wasn’t all nerves causing the signals in her lower body; a noticeable amount of urine was unmistakably filling her bladder up. Keeping her knees pressed together solved the problem for now though, and she was still confident that she could easily manage herself. Jessica chose to sit down again, since standing up clearly wasn’t helping her nervousness, and looked over her resumé another time, wondering whether it was standing out enough between the other many resumés the company probably got for the open position she wanted. Well... she had been invited for the interview, presumably unlike some of the other applicants, right? Her resumé wouldn’t help her anymore, not in here; she would have to charm and try to win the interviewer in the upcoming conversation. But how would she have to do that? Jessica started to doubt about herself again, no matter how many times her friends, parents and teachers had told her how utterly brilliant she was. What if she just got invited as a joke, chosen by the younger looks of her profile picture, thinking that they could mess with her a little, as often was the case at the workplace? What if the reviewer would laugh at her, for applying with a resumé which clearly lacked experience? Jessica’s heart pulsed faster and faster, trying to tell herself that she should calm down.
Impulsively, she stood up from her seat and walked towards the entrance door of the conference room; deciding to look for a bathroom after all. The small constant twinges of her bladder were driving her crazy, and it didn’t seem like her interviewer would be here very soon. She cursed herself for not allowing herself a quick visit to the washroom earlier; she had gotten plenty of time to do so in the last thirty minutes. Carefully, making sure that her interviewer wasn’t arriving, she walked through the door leading to the lobby. The receptionist was on the phone again, but Jessica was actually happy that she was, because she was not really sure whether she would dare to share her predicament with an unknown stranger - now she could go on the quest for a bathroom herself. Only a few doors away, she noticed a fancy bathroom sign, and she increased her pace, thankful that she could relieve herself even though she wasn’t near her bursting point yet.
However, her joy was quickly taken away from her, as she observed a great number of plumber’s tools spread around the room, the owner of the tool working inside the only cubicle itself. As she walked towards the plumber, Jessica’s bladder complained even harder now that she had reached the lavatories, but it seemed like she wouldn’t be able to use them after all.
“Umm... I’m sorry,” she asked, a little embarrassed, “I guess I can’t use this bathroom now?”
“Sorry miss,” the plumber - a guy in his 40’s - replied, “there was a water leak that I’m fixing now, so my guess is that you can’t”, he smiled, secretly enjoying that he was in the position to postpone the 22-year old girl’s sanitary break. “Unless you want to try the men’s urinal over there”, he pointed at the corner of the room, laughing out loud, gazing up Jessica’s athletic legs. From where he was lying, he had a great view of her smooth lower thighs, and he secretly fantasized about the shy girl, desperately pulling up her skirt and letting her hot urine gush into the urinal as she couldn’t hold it back any longer, exposing her smoking firm buttocks to him, moaning as she enjoyed her long anticipated relief. In his profession, he had dealt with dozens of full-bladdered ladies, but not one of them so innocently sexy as the fox that was now standing in front of him; a bulge appeared in his work trousers - he hoped she wouldn’t notice.
“Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied as casually as she could, and she returned to the conference room again, her bladder compelling inside of her, struggling with her decision to leave the only place where she could release it’s contents.
- - - - - - -
Just a few minutes later, the receptionist walked into the conference room again, bringing Jessica another water bottle, smiling at her.
“Hi, I just got of the phone with mister Rodicelli, his last meeting took a bit longer than expected - he is on his way over here - in about five minutes he will join you. We’re terribly sorry for the wait, I hope that’s alright?”
“Um... I’m sorry... mister Rodicelli?”, Jessica asked, perplexed. John Rodicelli was one of the co-founders of the company and senior member of the directors board; his name was all over the website that she had so precisely examined.
“There must be some kind of mistake here - see, I’m applying for the function of...”
“It’s no mistake,” the receptionist interrupted her, “the director wants to make sure that there are only raw talents in the new department that he is starting up. Don’t panic,” she added, seeing the terrified look in Jessica’s eyes, “he’s a really nice guy, I’m sure you’ll do great, I’ve read your resumé; it looks impeccable.”
“T... Thanks”, Jessica accepted the compliment, her nerves almost exploding with both fear and excitement. She could not believe her ears; her first interview and she was going to meet with John Rodicelli. John. Rodicelli!
“Is there anything else I can help you with?”, the receptionist asked politely before leaving.
Jessica almost didn’t hear it, feeling like she was living on another planet, but a stinging sensation in her body brought her back to earth.
“Oh yeah... um... is there another bathroom than the one in the lobby?” Jessica’s cheeks turned red, but she - had - to ask, her need getting pretty serious now.
“I’m afraid not”, she answered, “this part of the building is still under construction - the closest one is in the main hall, if you must go - main hall, next to the elevators.”
“Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied firmly, not sharing her weakness with the receptionist.
“Sucks, right?”, was the girl’s sympathetic response, “I really have to use the bathroom myself for the last couple of hours, but I can’t leave the desk unattended... thankfully my shift ends in twenty minutes.”
Jessica, surprised by the poor girl’s confession, suddenly noticed the receptionist’s bladder bulging against the waistband of her skirt, her foot nervously tapping on the floor - turns out she wasn't lying - in contrary; her bladder was in worse shape than Jessica's! The 22 year old Jessica almost confessed that she was pretty desperate herself, but didn't want to look weak and unprofessional, so she kept her mouth shut. Besides, it was not like the receptionist could solve her little problem; now that she knew how far the nearest bathroom was, she was more decisive than ever. She would just have to hold the pressing ocean of urine inside her, no matter what. The walk back and forth to the main hall would take her more than five minutes; the last thing she wanted to do is to make a guy like mister Rodicelli wait for her - Jessica could only assume that he had a very tight schedule, she had to be ready for him, no excuses. John Rodicelli would never have to wait for anybody; people always had to wait for John Rodicelli - her bladder would have to wait for John Rodicelli. Just a little longer. As the receptionist left the room, she tried to give her crotch a quick squeeze, but the tight skirt prevented her fingers touching her most private area. GOD, she needed to pee; it was like she was in junior high again, fidgeting in her seat, hoping that class - or it this case the interview - would be over soon. Not thinking clearly and feeling thirsty, she unscrewed the cap of the new water bottle the receptionist had handed her, greedily gulping it down her throat, not realizing how fast it would hit her already stretched out bladder.
- - - - - - - -
Fifteen minutes later without having had a glimpse of her interviewer, Jessica was regretting her judgement now; she could have easily gone to the main hall restroom in a quarter hour, heck - she could have CRAWLED to the place if she had wanted to. But she hadn’t, and her desperation had gotten SO much worse; constant waves of discomfort were running through her entire body, indicating how much she craved for relief; the uninterrupted wiggling in her chair could only help her so much, the strain on her muscles so intense that she almost couldn’t imagine doing an interview in her position. Trying to focus on her resumé again, she uncrossed and crossed her legs another time, hoping that mister Rodicelli would arrive soon, so that she could do her interview and then RUN off towards the bathroom.
As a spasm tormented her bladder again, she heard voices from the otherwise completely silent lobby area, suspecting that her interviewer had finally arrived. Footsteps coming towards the open conference room door confirmed her suspicion, and Jessica rose out of her seat, squeezing her thighs again one last time, adjusting her skirt, putting out her best possible smile, even though she was suffering physically. Her heartbeat fastening, mister Rodicelli walked into the room, looking very fresh - and younger looking as Jessica had thought beforehand - wearing a spotless grey suit combined with a red tie. Although the pressure ‘downtown’ was still very much there, Jessica forgot about her need for a few seconds, delightly smiling, like a young foolish woman in love.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” mister Rodicelli introduced himself, clearly less intimidated than Jessica, “I’m terribly, terribly late, if you really want to punch me, go ahead, I’m won’t be mad, never to such a beautiful young woman! Hi, I’m mister Rodicelli. John.”
The easygoing words by her interviewer calmed down Jessica’s nerves just a little bit, but she chose to stay professional, wanting to show off her good manners.
“Well, it’s not a problem at all sir, thank you for giving me this wonderful opportunity to come to talk to you, it’s really an honour.”, she replied and shook hands with mister Rodicelli.
“The pleasure is all mine, Jessica - um - Jessica’s fine, right?” he grinned, checking out the 22-year old applicant, approving her formal clothing style.
“Well off course mister Rodicelli, please do.” Jessica played her role perfectly.
“Good, good... um, I really hate to ask you this but um... there’s a slight change of plans, I’m afraid; see, I’m especially looking forward to your interview, but I have to catch a plane in...”, he turned his arm and glanced at his watch”... forty minutes. So I’ve been meaning to ask you; if you’re ok with it, maybe we can do your interview on the way to the airport, in my car? My chauffeur can drive you off anywhere you want afterwards. Well, if that’s alright with you off course, we can always reschedule too, if - if that’s what you like...”
Jessica quickly thought about mister Rodicelli’s proposition - her interview, on the way to the airport, with literally not a single bathroom around, only cars and bushes? She wasn’t particularly fond of the idea, but she could hardly refuse, could she? I mean, it was mister John Rodicelli she was talking about; she would probably jump in the river if he had asked her nicely. Her bladder heavily complaining, she fortified her smile.
“No sir, that’s alright, I’m uh - flexible”, she spewed out one of her trained job interview buzzwords.
“Splendid!”, mister Rodicelli enthusiastically concluded, “Alright, no time to waste, let’s go!”
Immediately he took off, and Jessica had no choice but to follow him, urine sloshing inside her small size 4 body, torturing her nerves. Saying that she could use a quick pee right now was a euphemism, walking around in her high heels only making the feeling worse; this wasn’t nervousness anymore. If only she had gone to the bathroom when she had felt the first signals, instead of brushing it off as interview stress, then she wouldn’t be in this position. She ardently hoped that they would pass a washroom on the way to the car park so that she could excuse herself for just a minute, but much to her dismay, mister Rodicelli walked towards the elevator in the lobby, right next to the door to the bathroom with the broken toilet. Vigorously praying that the plumber had fixed it by now, she peeked through the door, only seeing the man’s tools still lying all over the floor - the plumber taking more than the time he needed, hoping to catch the 22-year old desperately coming in again, praying to use the bathroom before she exploded. Jessica had no intention to do so, but she could not resist thinking about the plumber’s proposition to lift her skirt and pee in the urinal. Oh, how amazing the relief would be... but off course, even if she wouldn’t mind to expose her most intimate parts to the unknown stranger, there was no way she could to that without soaking herself completely - this was only a good plan in fairytale world. Pressing her thighs together, she walked into the elevator, together with mister Rodicelli. The doors slowly slid shut and Jessica stared at the receptionist, whose shift had just ended, running towards the main hall, her youthful breasts bouncing up and down as she had decided not to wear a bra to work today, openly holding herself, praying that her tormented bladder wouldn’t burst in her panties, after composing herself for so long this afternoon.
The elevator doors opened on the parking level, mister Rodicelli's car - a large corporate black Mercedes with tinted windows - already standing in front of the elevator with the engine running. Rodicelli courtly opened the door to the back seat to Jessica, and she graciously got in, struggling to keep her trembling lower body still as she had to urinate SO bad. While her interviewer went around the back of the car, she thought about what the best position of her legs would be, realizing that she would not be able to shift around during the ride too much, or her need would become noticeable, and the last thing she was going to do was admit that she was almost wetting herself. She wasn't a high school teenager anymore, she had to act professional; if the receptionist held on, so would she have to do. Ignorantly she tried to tell herself that it was just a psychological matter, denying the fact that that every bladder had it's limits. Jessica decided to keep her legs crossed, hands folded on her upper knee so that she could apply just that little extra pressure.
- - - - - - -
The first part of her interview went pretty well; mister Rodicelli was nodding approvingly as Jessica rambled on about her studies and the research she had performed during her last years of college, her participation in many community projects, and how excited she was about the possible prospect of executing a function in the company - just as she had practiced. The only thing she had not rehearsed, was the stinging sensation under the waistband of her skirt, as her kidneys produced even more urine to be pumped into her body. The stress on her sphincter was ENORMOUS, and while Jessica’s talking could only take so much of her attention of her emergency, she maintained her smile though, dangling her foot around to keep her legs in motion.
“Well,” mister Rodicelli took the conversation over, “I’ll have to admit; your resumé and your achievements are - very - impressive for a 22-year old. Even so, we are having many applicants for this function, - some of them offering a career with years of professional seniority. In your own eyes, do you see your - um - lack of experience as a problem?”
“I think that starting in a new firm comes with a learning path for every new employee”, Jessica answered immediately, having expected this question, “and I have to admit that my own learning path might be a little more rough than some others with more professional experience - however, I think my personal qualities will make up for that, whereas my age comes with a great number of positive points as well.”
“Mmm; what do you exactly mean when you say ‘positive’?”, mister Rodicelli continued, as Jessica gasped for air for just a second, pushing her hands hard on her knee, jamming her thighs even closer together. Her white silk panties were getting moist with sweat, but as long as it was just sweat, Jessica couldn’t care less.
“I can offer both devotion and flexibility in my schedule and my working hours, which I think is very important in the beginning of a new job,” Jessica replied carefully, trying to keep half her mind on the conversation, and half on her overwhelming need to relieve herself. “I am determined to take as long as I need to succeed in my work, and I am determined to keep myself available 24/7 in case that’s needed. I think this is an almost necessary aspect of the modern volatile society, and I think that not all older applicants can assure you that.”
“I’m glad you brought up the issue of time management”, mister Rodicelli took over again, going on about how starting up a new department could be time-wasting for every employee, and how important everyone’s attachment for the firm was. Jessica just nodded and tried to process her interviewer’s words, but it was so hard, her bladder CRAVING for her attention, sending hundreds of warning messages to her brain each second. All she could think about was finding the so much needed bathroom, but as Jessica was very well aware, there were no bathrooms around, not even a single wall where she could hide and squat behind. She wanted to urinate so badly, she didn’t even care about going in her panties anymore, she justed wanted to let go, anywhere in the world, just not in mister Rodicelli’s car. Shifting a few times in her seat, having so much trouble keeping the ocean of hot urine inside her 22-year old body, she wanted to moan to express her feelings, but she kept both her vocal and urinary organs under control.
“... so how do you feel about that?” Jessica panicked for a second, a sharp pain bolting through her body, having paid attention to her throbbing bladder so much that she had blatantly missed the last question.
“I’m - um - sorry, about what?”, she asked, embarrassed, hoping that mister Rodicelli wouldn’t realize that she was barely listening; it would most certainly reflect on the rest of the interview if he did - but thankfully for Jessica, he didn’t mind posing the question again.
“I was wondering whether you would have a problem with working overtime,” he recapitulated, looking Jessica straight in the eyes.
“Not at all - I see it as a package deal that comes with the job,” Jessica replied in just a few words, not really sure what she could possibly could add to that. Her readiness for the interview decreased by the second, as she was going through a series of serious painful contractions.
“Alright - we have not arrived at the airport yet, but I think we can end the interview with this one, unless you have any more questions for me, off course,” mister Rodicelli concluded. Jessica had so many topics prepared in the back of her mind, wanting to show her interest for the firm, but at this very moment she wanted nothing else than this interview to be over, so she could concentrate on her alarming condition - besides, she risked missing out on of her interviewer’s questions again, which would make her look bad. The interview had gone pretty well, and she could only mess it up from now.
“No, thanks - and also for the interview”, she wrapped up, pulling out a forced smile out of her again.
“The pleasure was all mine”, mister Rodicelli complimented Jessica with her spotless interview. “How long ‘till the airport, Carlos?”
“About ten minutes, sir; as you can see, the traffic is rather heavy at the moment”, his chauffeur politely answered his boss’s question.
“Splendid - well if you don’t mind, I’m going to make a quick call to make sure everything is set up on my arrival”, mister Rodicelli announced, again glancing at the ravishing applicant sitting in his corporate vehicle, while taking his cellphone out of his briefcase. Jessica did not answer but instead she graciously smiled, actively trying to hide her personal predicament to her interviewer. The poor girl felt like her sphincter was under attack by an army of small urine droplets, harmless on their own, but as millions and millions of them joined forces, they applied a massive and almost unbearable pressure on her burdened bladder. It was like they were living their own life, their only purpose making Jessica’s existence worse, but the truth was that there was just no more room left inside her abdomen, and to make matters worse, Jessica’s kidney was still working hard, processing the loads of water that she had drunk while waiting for her interview, sending even more urine downwards her slender body.
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Ten minutes didn’t seem like a whole lot of time, but Jessica honestly didn’t know whether she would be able to make it or not; for all she knew, she could last for another half hour maybe, or uncontrollably explode into her panties in the next minute instead. She no longer had her body under control, and that thought frustrated her; her interview had gone well and she really felt like she had an actual chance for the job - but if she would soak the car of her possible boss, she would most definitely lose it all. Anxiously she tried to press her firm thighs even closer together, but she was already doing everything she could to make her holding more manageable. She NEEDED a bathroom, and fast, too - it was the only solution, but they were still on the highway and there was not a single place in sight where Jessica could possibly relieve herself.
As traffic moved on slowly, Jessica thankfully took advantage of mister Rodicelli’s lack of attention for her while he was discussing matters over the phone, and carefully positioned her briefcase on her lap, biting on her lip to improve the precision of her movements. As her lap was now covered, Jessica shifted in her seat a few times, knocking her knees together and rubbing her smooth thighs against each other. There was plenty of leg space in the large corporate Mercedes, but Jessica tried to compose herself and not to move her lower legs around too much, afraid that mister Rodicelli would notice her somewhat immature behavior. While nervously glancing at her interviewer to make sure that he wasn’t looking at her, Jessica slowly let her right hand slip under the briefcase and tried to squeeze her fingers around her crotch, but - much to her dismay - the tight fabric of her grey business skirt didn’t allow her. Despite straining her fingers, her fingertips could only reach the top of her groin; she was so close, but yet so far. Frustrated by her taut clothing, she moved her hand downwards her thighs, trying to position it between her legs and under her knee-length skirt, but naturally that didn’t work out either. Fueled by the tremendous desire to hold herself, Jessica secretly tried to pull the textile a few inches up her legs; maybe she would be able to position the skirt a little higher over her right thigh - which was out of mister Rodicelli’s field of vision - so that she could briefly squeeze her privates - just maybe... She felt her hand slowly sliding upwards, her fingertips nearing the sweatier parts of her inner thigh, as she nervously peeked at mister Rodicelli to make absolutely sure that he wasn’t staring at her. Just two or three more inches... Her heart pulsed faster as she realized that she was no longer behaving professionally, but she just couldn’t handle herself anymore, the tremendous need to urinate being so strong that it was influencing all of Jessica’s actions. The fabric of her skirt wasn’t helping Jessica at all, but she pursued, now brushing the stubbles of pubic hair just below her bikini line with her middle finger, as she had not shaved her privates before the interview. Her hand trembling with adrenaline, she pushed her hand deeper between her legs, eagerly trying to make the last leap towards grabbing her most intimate parts, but then she noticed how far her skirt had ridden up her thighs - she was almost showing her entire upper left leg to mister Rodicelli! Jessica thanked God that he wasn’t paying attention to her, and wondered how awful the situation would look like from his point of view; she was openly displaying her bare thigh to him, almost as if she was offering her young body in exchange for the open position! Off all things, this could ruin her interview the most; no sensible man would hire a woman for such an important role in the company, if she have the impression that she would use her body for climbing up the ladder!
Truly disappointed that she had failed to touch her privates, Jessica removed her hand from between her legs and pulled down her skirt again, and just in time too, as mister Rodicelli glanced at her while continuing his call. Jessica’s heart skipped a beat; she had almost crushed her interview by giving in to her most bestial desires, but she had just saved herself at the last moment. That, however, did not imply that Jessica was secure, as she still had to pee SO unbelievably bad that she believed that her bladder would literally explode if she would have to hold even more urine. Her strained muscles screamed for relief SO HARD that Jessica almost was afraid that she would hurt herself, but she did not have much of a choice; she was sure that if she would relax herself for just a second, she would drench her panties in sizzling hot liquids in no time with no chance of stopping the flow. There was no way that she could allow herself to do that; the psychological pain of wetting herself on her very first interview would be much worse that any other physical pain that she might endure. She HAD to hold herself together somehow, she just had to!
As she fought back wave after wave, Jessica closed her eyes and tried to think of something else to take her mind of her extreme need, hoping that it would soften the strength of the torturing neural signals, and surprisingly it did. As the minutes passed, she fantasized about a variety of things and for the first time today, her need seemed to decrease instead of constantly increasing like it had in the last hour. Off course, this feeling was merely psychological as her bladder was still exorbitantly full, but the truth was that it really did help her holding the ocean inside of her young body. Slowly but surely, they approached the airport and Jessica began to get more and more positive that she would be able make it after all… and as her confidence rised, she started to let her guard down.
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Seemingly out of nowhere, a GIANT spasm - one Jessica had never experienced before in her life - hit her bladder, and it hit her hard - MUCH too hard. In the blink of an eye, she lost control over her entire body. For Jessica, it was like time stood still for a moment; she was so mortified that she felt like she could no longer move. Alarm bells started to go off in her head, her entire lower body region felt numb - the unimaginable had happened; she had lost control of her bladder! While gasping for air, she tried to think of a way to get out of this horrible situation, but she couldn’t possibly imagine one without ruining her interview. Realizing that there was nothing more that she could do, her hands darted off to the door handle on her side of the car, hungrily glancing towards the green grass growing on the side of the road. Tears started welling up in her eyes, as the grown-up woman inside her really didn’t want to do what she was about to do and that was jump out of the car and squat where anyone - including Mr. Rodicelli - could see her. But poor Jessica didn’t have much of a choice, and if she was going to humiliate herself anyway, she figured that she could better do that outside of the car instead of soiling the leather back seat of the corporate Mercedes.
Jessica brushed the handle with her fingers, wanting to speak up to announce her runaway, but then, out of nowhere, felt that she was regaining control of herself and her tormented bladder. Hot golden drops were definitely escaping through her pee hole as Jessica felt her labia getting moist, but it wasn’t the overwhelming torrent that she had expected, and more importantly; somehow she had managed to hold back the rest of the ocean inside her!
Jessica’s fingers slid off the door handle as she clenched her muscles, praying that she would be able to suppress the next few violent pressure waves. The burning sensation in her abdomen was so overwhelming that Jessica herself didn’t know whether she would be able to sustain without hurting herself, but she HAD to try, she had to or she would never forgive herself for not attempting to take the leap. Her bladder was screaming for relief, constantly pulsating without giving Jessica the chance to loosen up, not even for a second, and Jessica hoped that she would not have to endure another huge spasm like before again. Battling with her own body was something that she was not familiar with, the feelings boiling inside her were outrageous. Since she had never been SO desperate for the bathroom in the past fifteen years, Jessica didn’t know ANY special holding techniques at all; this fight was a battle that she had to win with the strength of her bladder muscles alone. She knew it and it saved her appearance too; grabbing herself or jumping up wouldn’t help a thing, and it would only blow her cover.
After what was possibly the most agonizing minute of her life, Jessica had the situation under control again; she still had to urinate so bad, but the danger of uncontrollably flooding both her panties and the car floor was gone, or at least, that was what she hoped. Her throbbing bladder was still torturing her, begging furiously, trying to persuade the 22-year girl that she needed to relieve herself soon, but Jessica FELT more in control. Given the full state of the organ, stretched out way past it’s normal dimensions, it was off course possible that her nervous sensors were lying to her, but she had to stay positive, it was the only plan she had. Her almost-accident from the minute had left a few marks though; Jessica had leaked a considerable amount of urine and the front of her white silk panties were soaked. She could only hope that the back of her skirt was still dry, as she realized that the grey fabric would show even the smallest wet spot.
The remaining ride to the airport entrance was only two minutes in time, but for Jessica, each second felt like an eternity. Every possible muscle in her poor adolescent body so badly wanted to let her body relax, letting her pee flood out of her, putting this unbelievable torture to the end. She didn’t care about her favourite pair of silk panties anymore, or her expensive suit that she had bought just for the occasion; Jessica was willing to ruin them all, if she could just PEE! It was only her mind that was keeping her from doing so; if she could only last for another minute or two, her interview and her day would be saved.
“Alright - Jessica - this is where our our paths diverge”, mister Rodicelli concluded their meeting by reaching out his hand, “thanks to your flexibility, I’m just in time to catch my plane, it seems. We’ll definitely keep in touch, you can expect a call from us in the next couple of days.”
Jessica kindly smiled and shook hands with her interviewer, hoping that he would not notice the sweaty palm of her hand.
“Thanks again for the opportunity, mister Rodicelli, I look forward to hearing from you again”, she replied, surprising herself that she still managed to come up with such a polite answer, while multiple strong waves were thumping against her bladder muscles, thousands of urine drops sitting at the verge of her pee hole, ready to come out as soon as Jessica’s mind would give the orders. She couldn’t wait to jump out of the car and find the nearest bathroom, but she knew that rushing off as soon as she could wouldn’t exactly improve her appearance - and keeping the golden rule “an interview isn’t over until you walk out the door” in mind, she decided to remain seated until her host would make the intention to leave.
“So, the backseat is all yours, where does Carlos drop you off?”, mister Rodicelli offered his corporate vehicle to Jessica.
“If it’s alright, I’m going to get out here with you, sir - I have some personal business to take care of in the airport building”, she desperately tried to get out of the offer, knowing that she couldn’t possibly hold it until they would arrive at her place - or any other place for that matter. She HAD to find a bathroom at the airport, and fast too; her poor bladder was about to burst!
“Well, isn’t that a coincidence,” he smiled and then rose out of his seat, “well then; have a nice day!”
Jessica forced a last smile on her face, and then opened the door, sighing loudly as she saw the airport departures hall right in front of her; finally, a building with fully functional toilet facilities! She squeezed her thighs together, placed her high heels on the parking lot, and hesitantly stood up, hoping that she could stand up without instantly flooding her panties. Jessica had to pee so badly that she had trouble walking towards the main entrance; she was not used to wearing these kind of shoes, and she had a hard time trying to press her legs together, afraid that if she would relax, she would soak her panties in a heartbeat. The burning sensations inside her were stronger than ever, and as she was walking, Jessica quickly pressed her hand on her skirt again, hoping that she could relieve the pressure for just a second, but the tight grey fabric didn’t budge, not at all. Under the skirt, her cotton panties were uncomfortably clinging against her most private parts, the piece of underwear dampened from her previous near-accident. Jessica couldn’t help thinking about squatting between two cars and letting her so-urgently-needed pee splatter all over the asphalt, but during rush hour the airport area simply was too crowded, she had to hold on for just a little longer.
Jessica tried to compose herself as she was walking through the revolving door, her bladder pulsing fiercely, her knees trembling as she could barely keep from letting go. In her compartment of the revolving door was an Asian family of the - two parents and a girl who was a few years younger than Jessica - the father struggling with the many suitcases they had with them, bumping against the safety mechanism of the door wing, stalling the door multiple times. Jessica refrained herself from swearing loudly, not wanting to draw any more attention to her, but inside she was cursing the Asian man who was involuntarily postponing her much needed bathroom visit. She was so close to having an accident right here, on the floor of the revolving door, she needed to get out of this place, fast! Her eyes scanned the departure hall through the glass door, hoping to catch a bathroom direction sign somewhere, so that she could rush off to the nearest one as soon as possible. A huge wave hit her body, and Jessica closed her eyes to concentrate on controlling the tremendous need to urinate, having failed to yet find a bathroom sign. Thankfully, the Asian man finally entered the departure hall, taking the large amount of suitcases with him. Jessica tried to pass the family, but they were still blocking her way, and she coincidentally overheard the conversation between the Asian girl and her mother. “Mom, I really have to go to pee!” - “Sure honey, we’re just going to check in first and then you can go to the bathroom right after, alright? Come on, let’s go!”
Jessica stopped and crossed her legs firmly, while examining the airport board of directions hanging right in front of the door. She had trouble concentrating, as her tortured bladder complained heavily, she had to find a bathroom NOW or her struggle would be over soon. She didn’t know how she had even managed to hold on for so long; she never would have thought that she could sustain such an unbelievable pressure in her body. The thought frustrated Jessica to her core; despite all her efforts, she was still in very danger of trashing her white panties if she couldn’t find a toilet in time. Telephone cell, first aid, gift shop… the signs were all there, but none to lead poor Jessica to a bathroom. She almost decided to give up her search and hurry outside to squat somewhere, but then she saw it, in the lower right corner; a sign for the lavatories!
Jessica gasped, and almost released the contents of her bladder out of relief as she was so delighted to finally find a place to PEE! Thinking about her coming satisfaction didn’t help her though; the “key in the lock”-syndrome kicked in and Jessica now needed to pee WORSE than before. Not caring about the other people or anything else but finding the bathroom anymore, Jessica hurried towards the direction of the sign, breathing heavily, biting on her teeth to endure the stinging pain in her body.
“Oh yes, oh yes!”
Jessica whispered softly as she neared a hallway with a bathroom sign on the wall next to it.
“Oooh, oh yes… fuck yeah, I… I made it!”
She swore loudly; luckily for her there was no-one around who could hear her.
“Oh yes, come on Jess, just a few seconds… just…”
She couldn’t control her emotions anymore; her brain was now sending multiple signals to her bladder, telling that she could PEE, finally!
“Oh yes…”
She tugged at the side zipper of her grey business skirt, pulling it down a few inches, exposing a part of her smooth leg and the side of her white panties to the world, but Jessica could no longer care; she so badly needed to pee that once in the bathroom, she would never be able to wait to unzip her clothing, it had to be done now.
Rapidly gasping from the excitement, Jessica increased her pace as she entered the bathroom hallway. Seconds away from release, her bladder muscles weakened just a little so that she could immediately start peeing once her mind allowed her. Thousands of drops were in position, ready to come out, and Jessica was almost unable to stop the straining ocean of urine. She realized that and tried to regain the stress in her muscles, but she couldn’t - there was no way back. Fortunately for her, the ladies’ was just to the right…
- - - - - - -
“No… no!”
Jessica screamed out, watching in horror how the bathroom stalls were just a few meters away, only they were blocked by a coin operated paddle gate; it didn’t take Jessica very long to realize that the public lavatories in the departure hall were pay toilets! Frantically, she turned around, hoping that she could use the men’s facilities instead, but they were also blocked by the same gates. Tears welled up in her eyes; sure, she had money with her, in her briefcase, but it was just that she needed to pee SO BAD she could hardly breathe - and now she had to find a fifty-cent coin! Her bladder DEMANDED relief, now, but Jessica didn’t really have a choice; she squeezed her thighs together, dropped her briefcase on the tile floor, and took out her wallet. Her hands were trembling, and Jessica felt that the control of her bladder was slowly slipping away; she had held it for so long, but the deception of standing meters away from a bathroom stall and not being able to use it was just too big, too unexpected.
Helplessly, her bladder spasmed and a small spurt escaped, dampening her white panties even more. “No… no yet…” Her mind was going crazy, tears were blocking her view, and she bit her lip while desperately tapping her feet on the floor. Her entire body was shuddering and she could hardly control the movement of her fingers, making it harder to open the wallet. Frustrated that she couldn’t instantly find the right coin, she cried out to no-one in particular; she could not believe that this was happening to her. 22 years old, her first job interview just minutes away, and she was going to wet her panties in public!
Jessica closed her eyes again, trying to regain some of her composure. Deep breath in, deep breath out, deep breath in, deep breath out.
She opened her eyes again, flipped through all the coins in her wallet, crossed her legs, uncrossed her legs; anything that could help her hold it. Waves of desperation ran through her entire body; the next leak was ready to come out, and Jessica had no clue in how to stop it from happening. “Come on, come on, no!” She was moaning, almost crying, thinking about giving up and just humiliating herself, but she found some inner strength and carried on. To her despair, she finally realized that she didn’t have any fifty-cent coins with her; she yanked a five euro bill out of the wallet and hobbled over to the change machine in the bathroom hallway.
While hopping from foot to foot, Jessica desperately tried to push the bill in the machine, but her hands were shaking so hard that she could hardly align the piece of paper in place. She just couldn’t hold it any longer; a sudden burst of pee exploded out of her tortured pee hole, drenching her underwear even further. Jessica barely managed to hold the rest of the massive flood back inside her, but the damage was done; urine drops were travelling down her smooth young legs, most of them landing in her shoes, some dripping onto the glossy airport tiles. Jessica was so embarrassed that she had to fight her tears; she tried to cover up the wetness on the floor by sweeping it away with the sole of her shoe, but by moving around, even more drops escaped from her soaked panties. While the waves inside her got even more ferocious, the machine rejected her 5 euro bill and Jessica panicked; it was her last resort - she had to try once more!
This time, the machine accepted her bill, but it was too late. Her exhausted bladder that had been stretched way beyond it’s limits gave up completely, pee uncontrollably erupting from her body, saturating the fabric of her panties and the front of her skirt, streams of pee running down her legs, forming a puddle around her feet. Jessica herself was amazed by the strength of the waterfall between her legs - the pressure was unbelievable. Jessica started to cry and tried to stop the rest, but she couldn’t, pee sizzling in her underwear, splashing onto the glossy floor.
At that very moment, Jessica heard footsteps in the hallway, coming her way; it was the Asian girl from the family in the revolving door, both hands jammed between her legs, obviously desperate for the bathroom herself. She ignored and ran past Jessica at first, busy focusing on her own problems, almost bumped into the glass paddle gates, now facing the same problem that Jessica had faced before. Crying out in disbelief, she turned herself to Jessica, squirming uncontrollably, her fingers furiously massaging the crotch of her jeans, and she blurted out:
“Ex… excuse me… m-m… mi... miss… can I have a coin? I… I don’t have any money with me… it’s an… emer…” She gasped and paused. “... emergency!”
The girl looked down, eagerly waiting for a reply, and then she noticed the puddle under Jessica’s feet, small transparent streams splashing on the ground.
“Oh my god… are you peeing yourself… you are peeing... I’m so sorry… I just need a coin… oh my god I… I just can’t believe that you are… sorry!”
Jessica was mortified; not only had she pissed all over herself, some unknown girl was witnessing her accident too, her eyes transfixed on the pool between Jessica’s legs. Jessica wanted to run away, but she couldn’t move, as if her feet were glued to the floor.
“M-m-miss? Please, it’s a… an emergency!”, the Asian girl pleaded, repeating herself, her voice weakening, as if she was running out of power.
Jessica just wanted the girl to leave so that she could be alone, and decided to donate one of the coins that the machine had given her; the Asian girl looked like she was almost having an accident on her own. The girl kindly accepted Jessica’s gift with one hand, unbuttoned her jeans with the other, then rushed off towards the bathroom. Dancing on the spot, her bladder contracting violently, she successfully inserted the coin and the glass paddle doors opened. As she sprinted to the nearest stall, the thought of being finally inside a bathroom was just too much for her to take, urine started bursting out of her, the back of her tight jeans suddenly turning dark blue. She simply couldn’t hold it any longer, but the nearest stall was only a few feet away, and she yanked down her panties, pee gushing through her Hello Kitty panties, spraying onto her legs, the bathroom floor, and the toilet seat. Mentally and physically worn out by recent the struggle between her and her bladder, she let her ass cheeks touch down on the toilet seat and spread her legs, not even trying to take off her underwear anymore. She just completely relaxed and sighed loudly as hot pee sizzled down her legs and finally hit the bowl - fuck, that felt good! Breathing heavily, shivering with excitement, she completely emptied herself, forcefully peeing for at least thirty seconds. But as the trickle between her legs started to slow down, tears sprung into the Asian girl’s eyes, starting to realize what she had done - she had peed herself, and now she had to go back to the airport hall with a huge mark on her jeans, to sit with her parents on a plane for the next few hours, her underwear totally soaked. Sobbing uncontrollably, she wiped her legs dry; her plane was about to leave, she had no choice but to pull up her panties and walk back to the departure hall in shame.
Jessica walked all the way back to her apartment in her wet clothes, too embarrassed to take a cab or a bus, thinking about how humiliating her day had been, trying not to wet herself in her interviewer’s car, succeeding, but not making it to the bathroom, soaking her business suit as a 22 year old. She had practised this day a million times in her head, but she had never thought that she would end her interview this way, walking across town, wet silk panties clinging against her privates, her shoes ruined. To make things worse, all the water that she had drank in the conference room while waiting for her interview, traveled downwards her body FAST, filling up her exhausted bladder in no time, and when she reached her neighborhood, she REALLY had to pee again. Her body trembling, she fastened her pace, realizing that she was close to having a second accident that day. Struggling with her keys, she almost lost control of her bladder on her doorstep, a wet spurt jetting into her panties as she opened the front door. Much to her amazement, her best friend Kay was standing in her hallway, waiting for Jessica to come home to surprise her after her very first interview. Jessica was perplexed; she gave up completely and fiercely peed into her underwear for the second time in just a few hours, while Kay was staring at her, her mouth wide open. She almost couldn’t believe what she was seeing; her friend was wetting herself right in front of her, the marks of her first accident clearly visible on her skirt. Jessica started crying again, realizing that this wasn’t just a bad dream; what was supposed to be an exciting event turned out to be the most awful day in her entire life. While pee was still streaming down Jessica’s legs, Kay put her arms around her best friend’s neck, hugging her and kissing her on the forehead, trying to console her. After Jessica was finally cried out, Kay helped her into the shower and got her fresh clothes. Jessica cleaned herself up, and they ended seeing a movie together, but Jessica almost instantly fell asleep on her friend’s shoulder, trying to erase the memory of this horrifying day out of her head.
A few days later, Jessica got a call; she didn’t get the job.
THE END |
"Clea, come on, hurry up!"
Clea's older sister banged on the bedroom door, stirring Clea from a deep sleep. She grudgingly rose from the bed, shouting "Okay, okay, I'm up, Big Sister!" before muttering to herself, "Geez..."
Clea quickly threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a T-shirt and ran into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Within three minutes flat, she was meeting her sister in the car with a bottle of juice and a bag of chips. The breakfast of champions.
"How did you oversleep? I thought you set an alarm." Crimson barked, starting the car.
As soon as they pulled onto the street, Clea began eating her chips and sipping on her juice. They had a long drive ahead of them, and she was hungry.
As soon as the road trip began, the sisters were fighting. Whose music to play, who got which drinks from the cooler, what car games to play. Clea had neglected to use the toilet when she got up this morning, and she could feel her bladder protesting her for doing so.
"When are we going to stop?" She casually asked Crimson.
"We've only been driving for a half hour, Clea! Not for a while."
Clea, knowing she had angered her sister by asking, crossed her legs and put down her juice.
On they drove, eventually settling on Crimson's music for an hour, and then Clea's for the next, alternating back and forth throughout the day.
Clea was growing very uncomfortable. Her bladder was full from the night, and the juice she had consumed was beginning to press on it's walls also. She bit her lip, and glanced at Crimson, praying to see signs of a full bladder in her sister. She didn't.
Clea was embarrassed and scared to ask Crimson to stop, so she decided to try and hold it in. She wanted very badly to press her hand against her private parts to help hold her achingly full bladder, but she knew she couldn't with her sister in the car. Instead, she moved so her heel was underneath her, and pressed that into her body so hard it almost hurt.
Crimson was oblivious to her sister's desperation, and continued to drive along the road carefree. Eventually, Clea knew she needed to speak up or risk wetting her pants.
"Sister?"
"Hmm?"
"Could we maybe stop soon?"
"We haven't been driving that long." Crimson seemed less cranky than she had been before. She glanced at her sister, noticing her pained expression and the way she was sitting. "What's wrong? You have to pee?"
Clea turned as red as Crimson's name and nodded.
"Can you hold it until Tahoe? It's under an hour away."
Clea didn't want to be a nuisance to her sister. She was nearly fifteen years old now, she must be able to hold it. So she nodded sheepishly, hoping she could wait that long.
The sisters carried on, at first chatting and singing to the radio. As time passed, though, Clea became quiet. She sat with her foot under her still, pressing against her pee hole. Her hands were moving closer and closer to her crotch- currently digging into her thighs. It had been ten or fifteen minutes since Crimson mentioned Tahoe, and Clea was beginning to doubt she could make it.
Crimson noticed her little sister's lack of vocals, and could tell how desperate she was by looking at her.
"Are you, uhm, okay? You're sure you can hold it?"
Clea gritted her teeth. "I have to go really bad."
"Come on, you're not a baby anymore, little sister. You'll be alright. Not too much longer now."
The minutes seemed to take hours, and Clea's bladder was wearing down from holding so much for so long. She finally allowed herself to press her hands in between her legs, squirming in her seat a bit. "I can't hold it anymore." She said quietly.
"Okay, I'll look for a place to stop." Crimson said, although they were on a country road. There were other cars, but not many buildings. "Maybe we'll come to a petrol station soon."
Clea felt a little bit of warmth on her fingers, and she knew she was starting to leak.
"I-it's coming out." She whimpered, not caring if she sounded like a child.
"It's okay, just try to hold it. We can't be too far." Crimson encouraged her sister.
Another spurt escaped onto Clea's fingers, and she began to cry quietly. She knew she wasn't going to make it.
"Don't cry, little sister." Crimson pleaded, driving a little faster.
Clea felt more urine seep through to her fingers as a sharp pain was felt in her lower stomach. She doubled over, shocked by the pain. The urine soaking her fingers began coming out stronger, and she could no longer hold it in. Warm jets pressed against her jeans, and began soaking her butt and thighs. Crimson, hearing a hissing sound, looked over at Clea and saw as a dark puddle began pooling on the car seat around her.
"Oh, Clea..." She gasped.
Clea's bladder continued to empty itself, giving Clea a feeling of relief so great she could have screamed. The warmth spread to most of the car seat, soaking her jeans completely. Some even pooled down to her knees, as forceful jets quickly left her body. As they slowed down, Clea sighed with relief, forgetting for a moment that she was wetting her pants in front of her sister at the age of fourteen. When she was fully empty, she quickly apologized to Crimson. "I'm so sorry...I just couldn't hold it anymore."
"It's okay, I should have stopped sooner...We'll get you cleaned up and in a change of clothes as soon as we see somewhere to stop, okay?" |
Samus landed her ship on the planet Elysia, in a rocky canon. She walked outside in her zero suit as her foot steps echoed across the rocks. She looked forward at the long dusty road heading to a cave. She had one simple mission, collect the Pawa gem from SkyTown. The road headed to a cave which lead up to a elevator that would take her to the SkyTown. Normally she would just land in one of the docking bays, but a rain storm was covering the whole city , making it impossible to land.
The Pawa gem was a request from a company named Kontorōru, which needs it for a new city they’re building. She made her way to the entrance of the cave. She pulled out her Paralyzer gun and looked inside the cave. It was lit up by a plant called Hikari, which gives off light when it is submerged in darkness, which gave Samus a walkway to the elevator.
As she took the first step in the cave she felt a heavy pressure feeling above her crotch in her bladder. She stopped and grabbed her crotch, remembering the several bottles of FuFu berry flavored Jones Soda she had before she landed. “Crap…” Samus said to herself as she tightly clenched her crotch. “It would be a waste of time to go back to the ship now… I can hold it” she thought confidently. She put both of her hands on her gun and kept moving down the long, twisting cave. She looked at her map on her computer wrist band. “Huh, the elevator is still pretty far away, why did there have to be a storm?!”
She soon approached the final section before the elevator up to SkyTown, a long flight of stairs, made by the Chozo. Samus felt the heaviness in her clitoris greaten and a new feeling, a feeling of tightness. Samus holstered her gun and put both hands on her cooch. “Geez...why did I drink all of that...Damn it!” She looked up the flight of stairs and sighed. Squeezing her crotch one last time, she let go and grabbed her gun again. She slowly started up the stairs in a squatting position with her thighs close together.
Unknowing to Samus, the ceiling of this part of the cave had a group of Shriekbats holding on to it.The bats woke up when they heard Samus’s footsteps on the stairs.Some of the bats flew off to a different part of the cave, but one stayed, and watched Samus carefully. This Shriekbat didn’t like new creatures in its territory. It swooped down at Samus. Samus was caught completely off guard and was surprised. The bat knocked her on to the stairs, her bladder was squashed against the stairs and her legs were thrown apart. Samus’s vagina squirted out a couple ounces of urine, filling the crotch of her zero suit with warm liquid. She flipped around and shot her gun at the Shriekbat, hitting it, and then watched it fall to the ground. When she stood up she felt something run down her legs, a wet, yet warm, drops of urine rolled down her legs. She looked down at her warm,dark,wet crotch and legs and felt her face heat up. “I haven’t wetted… nevermind, I have to keep going.” she thought to herself. She took a step up the stairs and felt the heavy tight feeling above her crotch again. “Maybe there is a restroom in the SkyTown” she growled to herself.
Finally she reached the elevator, and with both hands on her crotch and legs crossed she got in and pushed the up button. Five minutes passed and the elevator was still going up.Samus began tapping her foot and tightened her thighs closer together. Suddenly the elevator came to a very harsh stop, flinging her into the opposite wall, springing another small leak. Out her clitoris rushed out a ounce of warm golden liquid which began to collect with the other urine in her suit, darkening the butt area of her suit before going down her legs. Samus quickly regained control of her bladder as the elevator doors opened.
She walked out into a long hallway as she began to get the slight smell of urine coming from her crotch. When she pushed her thighs together she heard the squishing of liquid in her suit. Samus face turned from red to a deep scarlet purple, and her eyes began to water. She gripped her crotch with one hand and grabbed her face with the other. Gathering up her marbles, she walked down the hallway and opened the door to hear the worst possible thing she could hear, the sound of rain drops. Now putting both over her hands on her privates, she walked out into the cold rain. She started to look for the power room, where the Pawa gem is. She carefully removed her right hand from her crotch, so she could use her wrist computer. As she looked at her preprogrammed map, the sound rain started to get to her as is began to make water rush down the street. Her vagina squirted out pee every minute or two as Samus tried to keep it under control.
In the rain she couldn’t see the shape of the a dog like creature named Lupus, in the distance. The animal had only been discovered a year ago, and few people knew about it. The dog had no eyes and relied on its keen sense of smell it see the world around it. At the moment there was one smell that is powerful enough for it to detecting the rain, Samus’s urine. The Lupus, like the Skriekbat, didn’t like new creatures in its home, as it smelled the urine in the air it took it was a sign of fear. Samus noticed just as it lunged at her. Her warrior instinct turned on put her computer arm up to block the Lupus’s bite and reach for her gun with the other. The dog creature's bite smashed the wrist computer, but it gave Samus enough time to grab her gun and fire it at the creatures body. The creature had never been shot by a beam before and was filled with the fear it smelled. It quickly turned around and kicked its back legs into Samus’s lower stomach, using her as a launching pad.
As the Lupus ran way, Samus slammed back into a wall and then her back slid down it till she reached the floor. She lost complete control of her bladder and just gave up on trying to hold it in. Her urine shot out like a jet, warming her legs, crotch and bottom. Soon a puddle formed around her and as the warm air the puddle gave of touched the cold air, steam began to appear in the air. It was a few minutes before the flow stopped, it felt to Samus like she peed over two liters. From her rump down, her suit was darkened, wet, and warm from the amount of urine Samus released. The smell and puddle both doubled in in strength and size from the beginning to the end.
Samus slowly stood up and looked down at herself. She felt burning embarrassment and sweet relief at the same time.”What am I going to do...?” she said. The storm started to clear up and she made her way to the power room. Taking the Pawa gem, she used one of the computers to call her ship to the docking pad. She walked on to her ship, still red in the face and very wet from her accident. A bit of humiliation stayed with her like the urine smell around her, which wouldn’t get washed out anytime soon. She sat down and started up her ship, setting her coordinates to her employer's location. As her ship took off she though “This is definitely not worth the pay…”
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Amelia couldn't look any of them in the eye. Had she got away with this? It was just possible.
The boardroom was full of people, none of them were looking at her. They were all too busy arguing. This was the most important meeting the company had ever had. Deciding whether to accept the merger or not. It had been going on for hours and nobody wanted to be the first to crack, the first to leave, it would have been a sign of weakness.
Amelia was at the top of her profession, it wouldn't do to admit she had to leave to go to the bathroom, they'd have eaten her alive. So she sat at the top of the table, legs wriggling like mad out of sight under the desk, face flushed, heart pounding, staring at the person down the far end who was pouring themselves a glass of water.
She gulped as another spasm of pain wracked her bladder, this was impossible. She couldn't concentrate on what anyone was saying, she just knew the executive bathroom was only across the hall, barely a few feet away but it might as well have been in another country. She had to see this through.
Next to her was a chart showing projections for the coming quarter, all the figures were good, why was this taking so long?
She felt like a child again, any minute now she was going to wet herself in front of all these people. She tried to put a hand between her legs, pushing up her short skirt and gripping her knickers with her finger tips. It helped briefly, but the pain inside her was intense, she felt like she was going to explode. She was squeezing and loosening her toes, hoping to last just a few moments longer but it was too late.
At first a drop of pee squirted from her, dampening her knickers and her fingers. She jerked her hand away and that was all it took, her body gave in and a spurt of piss gushed out of her in a single movement, soaking her panties and running down her leg to the floor. Her face went deep red and she was silenced by the shock of it. Round her people continued shouting, nobody seemed to notice as she glanced under the table, seeing the carpet grow visibly damper. The noise was drowning out the sound of her peeing.
Amelia felt totally humiliated but somehow powerful at the same time. Could she get away with this? The ultimate statement of her strength as a boss, proof she was capable of anything.
Very slowly she glanced under the table again, for some reason she suddenly wanted to be fucked, to have a cock inside her. Where had that come from? As her bladder emptied at last, she sighed contentedly, the knot in her stomach was gone now, she was relieved at last. Now if only she could get out of the room without anyone noticing what had happened.
With one hand on the table she slowly moved the other to her skirt, all the time glancing round to see if anyone was watching her. It seemed safe. She hooked her panties with her fingers, amazed at how wet and warm they felt. She was surprised nobody could smell the pee, the room seemed filled with the scent now.
Very slowly, she lifted her hips and lowered her panties away from the seat and let them fall to her ankles. She kicked them over her high heeled shoes and let them fall in a wet pile onto the carpet. Now what?
Brushing her skirt back into place, she listened as a question was repeated.
"Amelia?"
"Hmm, yes?"
"Would you mind taking us through the first page again?"
Amelia stood up slowly, letting her skirt fall back into place as she did so. It wouldn't do for anyone to know she was now knickerless in her own boardroom. She'd always worn short skirts, a throwback to her feminist roots and a way of refusing to conform but now was the first time she regretted it. Her thighs were visible and it wouldn't take much for everything to be exposed to the entire room.
As she talked through the figures on the chart all eyes were on her. As she pointed, her pen fell from her hand to the floor and without thinking she bent over to grab it. There was a collective gasp behind her as her skirt rode up, exposing her perfectly shaped but still damp bottom to the entire boardroom.
Amelia shot back up, face turning bright red once more as she realised what had just happened. Somehow she stumbled through the rest of the charts before excusing herself and heading to the bathroom. She no longer cared how it looked, she was humiliated.
Almost running across the hall, she headed into the bathroom and locked herself in one of the stalls. Hearing the door creak open as she sat there, head in hands, she stayed as silent as she could.
Someone was humming to themselves as they stopped by the mirror before the stall next to her opened and the person sat down in there, still humming.
Amelia then did something she'd never done before. Maybe it was the fact nothing could embarrass her more after what had just happened, maybe it was that odd sense of perfect power she'd felt. With one movement she lifted herself up onto the seat and peered down into the next stall. In there was the work experience girl, what the hell was she doing in the executive bathroom? It was for directors only.
Amelia felt a sudden anger, she coughed loudly.
The girl looked up at her. "What the hell?" she asked.
"I might say the same," Amelia replied. "What are you doing in here?"
"I needed to pee and this was the nearest toilet. I'm sorry Miss Evans."
"You will be. I don't want any old teenager wandering in here."
"I'm sorry. Please don't tell the agency, they'll never get me work again. I'll do anything you want."
Amelia felt a heat beginning to grow inside her at those words, perhaps she could use this situation to her advantage.
"Well," she said at last after thinking hard. "You came here to pee, you should get on with it."
"I...I can't, not with you watching."
Amelia climbed down off her seat and in seconds was in the stall with the girl. "What's your name?" she asked.
The girl looked up with fearful, innocent eyes. "Evie, Miss Evans."
"Well Evie, I'm not letting you out of here until you pee and what's more, I'm going to watch until you go."
Evie gulped. She wasn't sure what to do, none of the training days had covered this. Finally she realised Miss Evans wasn't going to back down. She was serious.
Lifting herself off the seat she pulled open the button of her jeans and unzipped them. She wriggled them down over her hips and left them just below her knees. Amelia's eyes grew hungry as she watched the girl pull down the plain cotton panties. Her pussy was shaved and it looked irresistible. The girl sat back down on the toilet, perching on the edge.
Amelia leaned forward and forced the girl’s jeans round to her ankles. "I want to see it," she whispered. "Just to make sure." She pushed Evie's knees wide apart, staring at the lips of her pussy protruding slightly. She leaned forward again, not even sure why she was doing this and with either hand, spread the girl’s pussy lips wide apart.
Evie gasped, surely she wasn't allowed to do this was she? She decided there was only one thing to do now and she was so desperate she couldn't wait any longer anyway. She pushed her hips forward a little and relaxed her bladder.
Amelia cried out as a spurt of hot piss flew from the girl and hit her straight in the face. She blinked with shock as it trickled into her mouth but instead of spitting it out, she swallowed it, the taste was strangely nice, warming, strong smelling.
Evie angled her hips down but Amelia shook her head, making her move back to her previous position. For reasons she couldn't explain Amelia wanted the piss to hit her again, as long as it didn't soak her clothes she should be okay.
Evie continued peeing, Amelia's mouth opened wide, swallowing as much as she could. It tasted amazing now and she found herself incredibly turned on, this situation was crazy, insane but she had never felt more alive than right now in this moment.
The flow from Evie finally slowed, the final trickles falling into the toilet as she sat back, not sure what to say.
Amelia didn't move, her hands still on the girl’s pussy. At last she accepted the yearning inside herself and leaned in, licking the piss soaked pussy of the young girl on the toilet seat, she couldn't have been more than eighteen but she manipulated Amelia's head with her hands as if she'd had sex with countless people.
Amelia found her clit and began licking it. In less than thirty seconds Evie cried out, gasping loudly as a monumental orgasm wracked her body, almost making her fall off the seat.
"Christ," she gasped, her body still twitching. "I've never had one as strong as that before."
Amelia moved her head back, her face streaked with make up from where Evie's piss had splashed her. Evie grabbed her before she could leave and kissed her, running her hands over her body.
Amelia felt trapped now, pushed up against the stall door like this, the young girl's hand was running up her leg, under her skirt, pushing, probing, finding the entrance to her pussy sopping wet. Evie was surprised that her boss was wearing no underwear but it made it easier for her to slip a finger up into her.
She began finger fucking her as she bit into her neck, tasting her own piss on Amelia's skin. Amelia moaned loudly, her hands on the girls back, no longer caring if anyone outside heard what was happening, just caught up in a perfect moment of passion.
Evie lowered herself to her knees and lifted Amelia's skirt. She stared for a moment at the most perfect pussy she had ever seen before placing her lips directly on it, running her tongue up and down, lapping up the sweet nectar that was dripping from Amelia's pussy, she was so turned on now.
Amelia was in heaven, she held Evie's head in her hands, pulling her closer towards her. She could feel the tongue on her clit, the finger still inside her was joined by another and then a third. At last she felt a strange fullness, was the girl's fist up in her? It stretched her more than she thought possible, but it felt so good she didn't mind. Her nerve endings were being shredded though, she couldn't last much longer.
Evie was expertly licking her, feeling her boss's pussy tighten round her hand, she knew she was close. Picking up speed, she fucked her harder and winced as Amelia's nails dug into her scalp.
"Fuck, I'm going to come," Amelia screamed as her legs gave way, only Evie holding her up as waves of pleasure washed over her, legs wobbling as her pussy contracted over and over again.
Evie finally moved her face away, her entire mouth covered in Amelia's juices. She stood up and they kissed again, gentler now, their breathing returning to normal.
Amelia turned away first, unlocking the stall door and standing aside to let Evie out. Evie pulled up her jeans, gave Amelia one last kiss and left the bathroom. Amelia walked over to the mirror, wiped as much of the makeup from her face as she could and straightened out her skirt. She marched over to the door and pulled it open. Time to get back in there and show them just who's boss.
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Chapter One
Claire Dunphy awoke to the loud buzzes of her alarm clock, a representation of the beginning of a stressful day, due to the election race heating up. Claire was running for city council to win a stop sign for her road, and was determined to get her way. This meant filling the days closer to the election with television and radio campaigns, as well as visits to the local residents. She looked at the time, and realised she had no choice but to start getting ready. She looked over to see her husband still lying there fast asleep, oblivious to the preparations to get ready that were going on. She sighed and removed her pyjamas, so she was completely naked. As she walked towards the wardrobe, she was aware of her husband wolf-whistling.
'Phil!' Claire scolded, secretly enjoying the admiration of her body.
'I'm sorry honey, but you look super sexy this morning.' Phil replied with the same passion as he had held for all these years.
'Well if today goes well, maybe you'll get a treat later,' she said alluringly, while slipping into some white cotton panties and her bra.
'Good luck today, let's show the city what the Dunphy's are made of' Phil as ever displaying his enthusiasm for the campaign.
'I'm just so nervous, I mean I've never been on TV or radio properly before, and I'm worried that...' Claire flustered while furiously trying to button her blouse.
Phil put his finger to her lips, and then preceded to button up her blouse for her. She then wriggled into her tight grey pencil skirt and put her matching grey jacket on. The two engaged in a passionate kiss, before she went off downstairs to get breakfast ready, while he went back to sleep. She prepared a cooked breakfast for the kids, while going over her notes for the interviews. The kids came down quietly, unhappy with the early start of the school day. Even Luke was zombie-like when eating his bacon and sausages. Claire noticed a great thirst, so poured herself a larger than usual glass of orange juice, almost finishing it in one go. While everyone else went off to use the bathroom and brush their teeth, Claire made the lunches, made herself a coffee, prepared her hair and make-up before continuing to look over her notes. She was about to get up and use the toilet before getting the radio station, when Alex came frantically rushing into the room.
'Mum, Rachael's just texted to say that the bus is broken down. You have to take us to school'
Claire was about to suggest that Phil should take them when she heard the shower turn on. 'Fine, get everyone in the car, I just need to get my stuff ready.' Claire contemplated relieving her bladder, but realised she wouldn't have time to do that and grab all the necessary equipment for her duties today. Unwillingly, she began taking boxes of pamphlets and election stickers to the car, while she tried to forget the slight urge she had to urinate. Surprisingly, everyone was in the car on time, and she was able to quickly drive off to get the kids to school. The journey passed without incident, as Luke kept the family entertained/confused by an elaborate retelling of a dream involving a giant sandwich and some talking dogs, while Alex and Hayley traded bitchy comments about their lifestyles. As they left the car, they all remembered to wish their mother good luck, much to Claire's delight. Driving away, she turned the radio on, and instantly felt nervous when she heard the DJ. 'Coming up on Real Radio, we chat with the woman who is hoping to become city councillor, Claire Dunphy. Claire is...' she switched the radio off at this point trying to concentrate on something else. However this led her to be reminded about the slightly more urgent need to use the restroom, caused by nerves and the fact she hadn't emptied her bladder since 11pm the previous night. She passed a diner, and considered stopping to ask to use their facilities, but decided against it, as she was late as it was. She arrived at the radio station flustered, as traffic had held up more than she would have liked, and her need to wee had increased.
'Hi, I'm Claire Dunphy,' she said to the receptionist at the main entrance.
'Hi Mrs Dunphy, we're ready for you to go on air in five minutes.'
'Do I have time to quickly use the restroom beforehand?' she asked, bouncing around to demonstrate her situation.
'I'm sorry, but John would like to go through the questions with you before you go live,'
'Okay no problem' she said, although her bladder was not happy with being denied.
She met with the DJ quickly, and absent mindedly drank her water down quickly, to ease her throat which had dried up due to her nerves. She crossed her legs as she sat, to help ease the pressure of the liquid which wanted to escape her body. The interview went well, she felt she communicated all her points well, especially given her distracting need to pee. However it had ran over by 10 minutes, which meant she was now in a rush to reach her television interview. 'Mrs Dunphy, you may use the restroom now if you like,' the pretty receptionist pointed her in the direction of the toilets. 'I'd love to, but I'm really in a rush for my next appointment,' The receptionist threw a sympathetic glance over, and head towards the bathroom herself, met with jealous looks from Claire. As she drove off, she considered the daunting one hour live debate she was about to have with her rival, with very little chance of relieving her now desperate need for a wee. Her paranoid mind was envisaging her poor muscles giving way to allow a flood of urine escape through her cotton panties on live TV, slowly pouring down the chair and dripping down her legs, seeping through the material of her pencil skirt. She imagined the utter humiliation of coming home in urine soaked clothes to her family who had worked so hard to give her the opportunity. Unable to face the prospect of this, she reached into the back of the car at some traffic lights to find a bottle. She removed her knickers and tried to position her peehole over the bottle. However hard she tried, and however much she wanted to, she was unable to urinate, and eventually had to move away from the lights without relieving her desperate need. She arrived at the TV studios almost limping, such was the nature of her need to pee. Again, she was too late to have any chance of using a much-needed toilet, and had to just cope.
'Claire, you are a grown woman, you can hold your pee. You can hold your pee. You can...' she began whispering to herself, before her rival came over, slapping her on the back.
'Claire Dunphy. Well, well, well. I really admire your courage, facing up in front of all these people without any real knowledge of how politics works, all in aid of a stupid stop sign. Don't screw up.'
Not only had the slap forced a bit of wee to force its way through her urethra, it also reminded her of the hatred she held towards that man, and gave her the motivation to go through with the debate. She was somewhat relieved to see the lower part of her body would be obscured by a table, so she could tightly cross her legs without any questioning. The first half of the interview went swimmingly, although Claire had to cross her legs tightly, squirming and digging her hands into her crotch every few minutes. The worst part was when the topic of pollution came up.
'Claire, the river in the town has suffered a great deal of pollution, take a look at this clip of what it used to be like for the children here and what it is now'
The clip featured continuous clips of flowing water, children splashing each other, slow dripping taps, almost as if they'd been placed in just to wind her up. It was certainly working, as a large spurt of urine partially soaked her panties, causing her to gasp. She managed to give a nonsensical answer, while she looked down to check the damage. It still wasn't visible through her grey skirt, but her intimate areas felt hot and sticky, and her bladder ached with the large amount of pee it was still holding. By the end of the debate, it was widely felt that Claire had performed better, despite her desperate need to pee. Her rival tried to hide his bitterness, but stormed off almost as soon as they ceased to be on air. Claire just clutched her crotch with both hands.
'God, I am soooo bursting for the restroom' she cried.
'Oh I'm so sorry, but the ladies is out of order, and won't be fixed for another half hour,'
Claire's bladder almost gave up there and then at that news. 'Oh my God, seriously? I feel like I'm going to wet myself, and I need to meet the public in 5 minutes' she was almost crying at this point.
'I'm sure a strong powerful woman like you will manage.' the host said, unaware that Claire had leaked even more urine.Claire just skulked away, barely able to move. Her Q+A with the public was positioned right outside the TV studios and she could already see the crowds there. She put on a brave face and went out to meet them. Again. she was saved by a table covering her downstairs region, and she was now absolutely dying for the loo, having to hold both hands into her peehole as she spoke. About ten minutes in, a waterfall turned on nearby, which resulted in another massive spurt of wee. She gasped, and looked down, as a bit had seeped through her skirt. Her knickers were now at capacity, and a small drop of pee dripped through the chair, and into her buttcrack. Half an hour in, she could barely speak, having already confessed to the crowd that she was on the verge of wetting herself like a little girl.
'Mrs Dunphy, the restroom's have been fixed,' a janitor came over to reveal.
Without even speaking, Claire ran off her chair, the wet patch on the back of her skirt clearly visible. She was optimistic she would make it as she burst through the doors, but four other desperate women were stood there bouncing around. Claire pressed her thighs together, rolled her skirt up and held her peehole, now in total agony with the recycled coffee and orange juice still inside her, as well as several glasses of water. The hiss of other women urinating wasn't helping, as another drop squeezed its way out of her panties and down her legs. Finally, a stall became available, and Claire bolted for it, as another long spurt escaped her exhausted muscles. She tried to pull her skirt down, but the sight of the toilet became too much for her tired peehole. The stream started as a trickle, but turned into a full force jet, as Claire felt her intimate areas spread with urine. She put her hands down her knickers, and almost moaned in ecstasy as the pee soaked her wiry pubic hair and fingers. Her skirt had become covered in wee, but for now, she had no care in the world, as she released the final few droplets of pee into her saturated knickers. She removed her pee-soaked panties and dropped them in the bin, walking out using her blazer to try and cover up the massive wet spot on her skirt. But as she opened the door to leave the bathroom, her rival shouted, causing her to drop her blazer, exposing the urine that had ran all the way down the front of her skirt. He took a picture, and quickly ran off, leaving Claire feeling worried and utterly humiliated. |
Chapter Two
The picture of Claire standing in her pee-soaked skirt had gone viral, and was met with different reactions from all the family. Phil was the only entirely sympathetic one, as the children relentlessly teased her, Gloria was almost disgusted by the whole affair, and Jay was mortified at the picture which cost her her shot at the council job. Yet family life still went on, and this morning was no exception. Claire came downstairs to find Alex buried in books, sipping on some can of a high calorie energy drink.
'Sweetie, have you been up all night?' she asked, gesturing towards the several coffee mugs left on the side.
'You don't understand how important this exam is mom, it goes on my final report,' Alex replied, desperately trying to take in the information about quadratic equations.
'I know that, but your sleep is so important too, and all this caffeine can't be good for your body,' Claire warned, involuntarily summoning memories of her coffee fuelled wetting incident a few weeks back. 'And please, make sure you pee,'
Alex had been so engrossed in her books that she hadn't noticed her bladder was full to the brim with 3 cups of coffee and a can of energy drink. 'Point taken, mom' she exclaimed, rushing towards the bathroom with her hand stuffed into her crotch, covered by her pyjama bottoms. She bolted the door shut, quickly yanked them down and released her pent up urine into the toilet bowl. The heavy trickle was accompanied by a loud hiss, and she couldn't help sigh with relief after the pressure which had been building up for hours was finally released. She wiped herself, and proceeded to get herself dressed and ready for the day. She was still aware of how tired she felt, so she poured herself a flask of coffee and packed another two energy drinks in her bag. She wore tight dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt which complimented her figure, now at the stage where boys started to notice her, and she secretly wanted to be noticed. She kissed her mom and took the school bus, trying to find somewhere she could revise without being disturbed. She took a long sip of coffee and read up on some more maths work. People kept trying to communicate with her, but she managed to create a bubble where nothing else in the world was noticeable to her. Her exam was at 12:30 and lasted until 3:30. With such a long exam, it was crucial that she knew everything completely. The bus was slightly late, so she had to hurry to dump her bag in her locker and make it on time to first lesson, English. She quickly arrived just as the bell was going, sipping the last drop of coffee and whipping out an energy drink. She sat next to Brad, the boy she had been trying to flirt with recently. Unfortunately, he seemed intent on remaining friends, rather than committing to a more serious relationship.
'Hi Brad' Alex said flirtatiously, adjusting her hair in the process.
'Hey Alex, what's up?' he obliviously asked.
'Not much, just stressing for this exam,' Alex replied, with as much coolness as she could muster.
'Oh same,' he agreed, hiding the fact he had spent the last few days playing video games.
The two continued chatting until the teacher entered the room. The lesson went by quite quickly, although Alex spent most of it doing maths revision. The pain in her bladder has returned, but it was more of a light ache rather than a desperate cry for release, so she didn't need to resolve it initially. She knew she would have to use the bathroom before the exam, and she couldn't risk an accident, especially after her mom's incident a few weeks back, which everyone at school managed to find out about. Soon it was 11:00, and time for break. Alex passed to restroom on the way to her locker, but there was a long queue of girls outside it, bouncing around in desperation. She knew that if she got in line now, she would probably lose 10 minutes of crucial revision time. Besides, the closer to the exam she went, the less likely the urge would reappear. Despite her bladder's protests, she walked by, heading up to the library instead. She subconsciously kept her thighs tense together, even though she felt she still had full bladder control. It was getting more difficult to concentrate, and it wasn't helped by the constant tiredness, which caused her to keep drinking her energy drinks. She was now on her second of the morning. She didn't get the chance to empty her bladder before history and by the end of the lesson, she was desperate for a wee. She had spent much of the lesson trying to resist the urge to hold herself, and had sat for most of the lesson with her legs tightly crossed, to help aide the pressure. However it was now 12:00, so she had a half hour break before the exam, where she could use the ladies room. She pushed the door open, when the fire alarm loudly went off. After attempting to go in anyway, a teacher called her back, telling her she had to follow protocol and line up outside. Her holding muscles wanted to give way, after her brain indicated that she was close to a convenient place to urinate, but she used all her might to clench them, and prevent leaking urine into her panties. However standing up wasn't helping her situation, she was forced to bend her knees and lightly bounce up and down to stop the wave of urine pour out of her urethra.
Half an hour passed, before it was announced she would have to go straight into sit the exam. Alex knew this was bad, especially given the really strict rules about bathroom visits during the exam. She took her place, and looked across to see Brad sitting nearby. He smiled at her, and she did her best to smile back, although the need to pee made any emotion other than desperation hard to portray. She began her exam, crossing her legs as tightly as possible. She was forced to continually fidget, as beads of sweat dripped from her eyebrows, and more intimate areas. She tried to make sense of the words, but the image of the toilet was hard to shake off. She hadn't peed herself since she was ten, when Phil tickled her so hard she lost control completely. Her family still teased her about that to this day, so the thought of it happening again was unbearable. An hour passed, and Alex was almost crying with the pain. She had no choice but to ask someone for the toilet, or else she was going to have a full blown accident.
'Excuse me miss, can I please use the restroom?' she whispered to the examiner who walked past.
'Sorry dear, but after last year's cheating incident, we aren't permitted to let anyone leave the room unless there's an emergency.' she genuinely seemed sympathetic.
'But I'm bursting for a pee' Alex was crying at this point, with both hands jammed into a crotch.
'I'm sorry' she walked away, leaving Alex in a panicked state. A first drop of wee leaked from her fatigued muscles, darkening her pink panties. She gasped and dug her left hand into crotch again, and calling for a teacher.
'Please, I'm wetting myself here,' she begged.
'No, I've already told you that you can't' every inch of sympathy had disappeared from the examiner now.
Again, Alex tried to focus on the exam, but her mind was now full of images of waterfalls and flushing toilets. Another streak of piss escaped, a much longer one which she began to see through her jeans. She was now forced to actually put her hand down her panties, and physically hold her peehole to prevent the accident. This was now attracting attention from others, but this was the only way to save what dignity she had left. However as soon as she removed her hand to try and salvage something from her already dreadful exam paper, she felt a complete loss of control in her lower regions. A few uncontrollable spurts of urine were followed by an unstoppable trickle of urine. The pee had now soaked through her jeans, leaving a massive wet patch, and the hiss of her peeing was heard by everyone. She placed her head in her hand and sobbed, as her pee dripped off her chair and onto the floor, each drop one by one. She kept peeing for a minute, but the social isolation she would now have to endure would last much longer. She expected the examiner to do something, but she merely tutted, and left her to complete her exam, sitting in her wet clothes. The sticky feeling of wee was nothing compared to the grief she would get when she arrived home, and she couldn't even enjoy the feeling of relief for too long, as her bladder had filled up rapidly. She decided not to bother holding it, and just let a second stream go, again visible and audible to those nearby. The feeling of embarrassment and shame was one she would never forget. |
Chapter Three
'Okay, so you have our number if you need us in an emergency, there's plenty of food in the house, your dinner's in the fridge, and we'll know if you throw any parties while we're away,' Claire said this looking directly at Hayley.
'And where's the cleaning stuff? In case Alex... you know?' Hayley cruelly taunted her younger sister.
Alex merely rolled her eyes, used to the insults she had been receiving the past few weeks. 'Hayley, stop speaking like that to your sister.' Claire sternly warned, fully aware of the difficulty Alex was going through. In some way, she was relieved about the accident, as it took away a lot of the tension from her, within the family at least. However it pained her seeing her daughter come home crying most nights from the verbal jibes from other students. She had hoped Hayley would be more supportive, but they were simply different personalities. As much as Claire hated to admit it, her eldest daughter was a bit of a bully. 'See you later guys, and do as your mom says,' Phil shouted from outside the door. 'Yeah, try not to burn the house down,' Luke said, while sniggering to himself. The three of them were going to look at a potential boarding school for Luke to go to with Manny, so the girls were on their own for the night. Normally, Hayley would sneak off to a party, but all her friends were busy, so she was stuck at the house with her boring sister.
'Go easy on the soda,' Hayley called, gesturing to the glass of soda Alex was drinking.
'You're such a bitch, this happened like a month ago, and you're still going on about it like it was yesterday,' Alex protested.
'Yeah, because it's still funny.'
'When you were little, you basically peed your pants everyday, stop making such a big deal out of it.'
'Yeah, but I've learnt how to control my bladder now, unlike you. I bet I can hold my pee for longer than you,'
'Oh yeah? How much?'
'I'm not talking money idiot. The loser has to post a picture of their wet clothes on Facebook'
Alex considered this for a minute; she wasn't sure if she would want to risk another embarrassment after the last one had almost blown over. But then she thought back to the several car journeys where Hayley would be on the verge of wetting herself after seemingly drinking very little. She knew that she had a decent chance of winning and humiliating her sister at the same time. 'Sure, what the hell. But you need to catch up my drinking, or else it won't be fair.' Hayley rolled her eyes, her sister was so bothered about the rules. 'Fine, how much have you had since you last peed?' 'This is the only drink I've had,' Hayley proceeded to pour herself a large glass of soda, noticing that Alex hadn't drunk very much. 'To speed things up, why don't we just down these in one? Loser has to have another glass of water.' 'Sure.' Alex picked up her glass, and counted down '3...2...1...' The two chugged their sodas down as fast as possible, but about half way down, Hayley was forced to come up for air. By this stage, Alex had already finished hers, although it was her quick drinking that caused her to have her big accident in the first place. 'Fucking hell Alex!' Hayley exclaimed, as Alex poured her a glass of water to drink. Begrudgingly, Hayley drank that down, regretting her decision to suggest a punishment for that as well.
The two continued to watch TV as usual for about an hour, with breaks to get smaller glasses of water every 15 minutes. Hayley had began shifting around in her seat a bit, occasionally twisting her legs round each other. Alex meanwhile was bouncing up and down, partly due to the sugar rush and partly due to the speed at which the soda reached her bladder. 'How you feeling Hayley?' she asked. 'Yeah fine,' Hayley replied, hoping she didn't know that she was lying. 'Should we have another glass then?' Alex asked, trying to accelerate the inevitable. 'Sure, go ahead' Alex poured two sodas, but filled her sister's right to the top. She pretended to have drank half of hers already when she came to sit down, before handing her the soda glass almost overflowing. 'Oh great' Hayley gritted her teeth together, as she filled her bladder with yet more fluid. Alex similarly felt a sharp pang in her bladder as she finished her soda. 'Do you know what would make this more interesting?' Alex asked. 'No?' Alex grabbed the remote and found the documentary her dad had recorded about Niagara falls. 'Haha okay,' Hayley was getting surprisingly into this holding contest.
15 minutes later, both realised this was a mistake. The almost constant background of dripping water and crashing waves made it really hard for both to hold the large volumes of urine their bladders now contained. Hayley had her fists dug into the crotch of the white shorts she was wearing, while Alex was curled up in a ball on the sofa, pressing her thighs together and holding her knees into her chest. Both girls were now desperate to use the toilet, but Hayley was probably worse, now whispering to herself to keep it together.
'Hayley, when was the last time you peed yourself?'
Hayley considered whether to tell the story or not, but decided it was best that she did. 'Okay, but you cannot tell anyone this story, understand?' 'Yes' 'Well, I was coming back from party, where I'd had sooooo much to drink, and I was just bursting to pee. Literally, I could barely walk, so I just peed myself on the street, and it felt so good. I had to throw my panties away after it, and I don't think mom noticed the wet patch on my dress. Just thinking about it makes me want to pee again.' 'Did anyone else see?' 'No, and you're the only person I've told, so I hope I can trust you.' 'Of course.' She would think later whether she'd actually keep her promise. 'Oh my God, I have to pee sooo bad.' Hayley was now standing up, jumping up and down and breaking into a ridiculously cute pee dance. Alex had repositioned herself so her legs were tightly crossed, but was aware of Hayley going towards the tap. Hayley got two more large glasses of water, the sound of the tap almost causing her bladder muscles to give way, but her peehole held firm against the pressure. Again, the two downed their glasses, and Alex gasped as a drop of urine slipped through her previously sturdy defences. 'What?' Hayley asked. 'Nothing.' Alex lied, quickly jamming her hand into her peehole to prevent any further leakage. Hayley also had her first involuntary spurt of urine, dampening the fabric of her pink knickers.
'Shit, this outfit is so cute, I can't ruin it by wetting myself,' Hayley exclaimed, now standing with her knees bent towards each other and her thighs tightly squeezed together. Hayley hobbled upstairs to change, but Alex knew that this was likely to be a ploy to use the toilet. 'I think I'd better come up with you, to make sure you're not cheating' 'Fine.' Hayley sighed, as a small drop of wee leaked into her knickers. Alex walked upstairs, keeping a tight grasp on her crotch and muttering under her breath. They passed the toilet, and looked longingly at the place that was so close, yet so far from reach. Alex walked into Hayley's room, where she had began to take her shorts off. As she removed her hands from her peehole to pull them down, Alex saw her panties darken some more as she lost her control again. Hayley grabbed an old pair of light blue jeans and put them on, but tears had started rolling down her face. A loud gasp escaped her mouth as a small wet spot appeared on her jeans. The incredible amount of pee in her bladder had finally released itself, first welling up in the crotch of her panties, but then spreading into her back side and down the legs of her jeans. Alex started to head to relieve her poor aching desire to pee, but Hayley grabbed her, angered at being made to look like a child in front of her siste, and tightly squeezed her so she couldn't escape, and also began tickling her. 'Hahahahaha.. Hayley.... please.......bursting.......piss.........wet.........myself........' A jet of pee squirted out of her peehole, and dampened her knickers. The back of her jeans were already soaked by Hayley's pee, but now some of her own pee was resting in her panties as well. Alex wriggled free and hobbled towards the toilet, but now Hayley wasn't hindered by her bladder, she ran to the toilet, and began releasing the rest of her pee. She sighed over extravagantly as her pee hissed loudly and collected loudly by dripping into the toilet bowl. Alex danced around in floods of tears, before her bladder finally gave up, saturating her panties, and ruining her favourite pair of jeans. She removed her clothing to inspect the damage, before hugging her sister, due to the mutual feeling of relief.
'That was incredible' Hayley whispered.
'I know' Alex replied.
'We can never tell anyone about this'
'Agreed'
The two considered kissing, but they knew that would be crossing a line of sorts. Instead they went their separate ways, fondly remembering the new feelings they had just experienced, and wondering when they might be able to do it again. |
Chapter Four
Gloria was alone in her house at last. Jay had taken Manny to look at the boarding school with Luke, so she could finally indulge in her very secret pleasure. She took another long gulp of her water and continued to complete her household chores. It had been years since she had done this, probably her first time since she was 16, when she discovered her fetish. She rarely found herself in the house alone nowadays, and Jay was still unaware of the rush of excitement she had when desperate to pee. The recent accidents Claire and Alex had had intrigued her again, and reminded her of the glorious feeling of releasing her hot wee into her panties. Obviously she had to try extra hard to appear disgusted by the whole thing so she didn't blow her cover, but secretly, she was almost turned on by it.
The last time she used the bathroom was first thing in the morning. She had hoped to have held it throughout the morning, but as always, she was bursting to pee when she woke up, and had no choice but to relieve the urge that was screaming out at her. It was now 2:00pm, and she had drank an orange juice, coffee, a soda and now some water. Her bladder was aching with the liquids she was holding, but she wasn't desperate yet and still able to complete the household jobs without too much pain. Traditionally, she had quite a strong bladder, she remembered her school days when the bathrooms were so horrible, she would just hold it. On one occasion, she had forgotten to pee in the morning, and left school absolutely dying for a wee. Yet she still managed to make it home on the bus, and only leaked slightly in her panties. However she loved a challenge, and poured herself another coffee, to try and force the issue.
15 minutes later, she had finished her coffee, and was at the stage where she would normally stop whatever she was doing to look for a toilet. She decided to make it more difficult for herself, and go and wash the dishes. She winced and bent her knees slightly as she turned to tap on, hearing a loud trickle of water dripping off the metal of the sink. Filling the bowl up with water, Gloria placed her hand lightly over her crotch to alleviate some of the sudden pressure. 'Aye aye aye!' she exclaimed as she placed her hand in the warm water, sending misleading signals to her bladder, which had rapidly filled up with the coffee and water from before. She had to be alert to clench her muscles to prevent a drop of wee escaping into her laced black panties. The task took twice as long as usual because she needed to stop every few minutes to dig her hands into her crotch. By the time she had finished, she was truly desperate for the toilet, and almost considered giving up.
Gloria was a determined woman however, and set herself a new challenge, of doing 30 push ups. Push ups were hard enough anyway, but even harder when done while holding a mammoth amount of wee. After just one, her stomach felt the strain, and she realised she would struggle to finish them. She kept going still, and somehow her panties were still bone dry after 25. On the 26th though, she felt her womanhood quiver with desperation, and she gasped loudly as a hot streak of piss dampened her panties and her black leggings. She stopped and sat up immediately, grasping her crotch to ensure she didn't release all her pee at once. She hobbled off to the bathroom, but rather than using the toilet, decided to start cleaning it. She was now bursting for release, and working so close to the toilet made her need twice as bad. Another spurt escaped, this time moistening her butt crack slightly. She knelt down, keeping her thighs tightly together and began to clean the shower. Turning the showerhead on to wash away the cleaning fluid almost caused her to lose it again, as a long spurt trickled through the fabric of her leggings and on to the floor. The next part of a cleaning was the most difficult. She was cleaning the sink, which involved her actually sitting on the toilet, sending her brain into meltdown. Her brain just allowed her to start the process of urination, while still fully clothed. Gloria was determined to pee herself outside the bathroom, so stood up, and used all her strength to stop the flow of urine. Her panties were now significantly dampened with urine, and she was more bursting to pee than she had ever been in her life. She was now at her wits end, desperately hopping up and down to find somewhere suitable to have her 'accident'. The doorbell rang all of a sudden, and despite her wishes to be left alone, Gloria knew she had to let whoever it was in, as she had agreed to look after Alex and Hayley if there were any problems.
She hobbled along to the doorstep, letting another spurt of wee through again, before opening the door.
'Hi Auntie Gloria,' Alex smiled sweetly, while Hayley stood there hopping from foot to foot, hands in crotch.
'Sorry Auntie, I'm about to wet myself' Hayley ran past her as fast as her aching bladder would allow.
Gloria could barely speak herself, and was forced to sit on the stairs with her legs crossed tightly together. 'Is everything ok?' was all the usually chatty Gloria could muster.
'Yeah, she's just had three glasses of soda at the fair, and all the toilets were locked. I really have to pee too, but I can hold it for a few more minutes,' Alex had now crossed her legs over.
'But why are you here?' Gloria tersely asked, as another spurt leaked its way out of her peehole.
'Oh, you said we could come over if we wanted?'
'No, I said if you needed' she had her teeth tensely gripped.
'Is everything ok?' Alex asked.
'I just really need the bathroom, I'm about to wet myself like a little girl'
Alex's interest was aroused by this. 'Oh really? Well you can go ahead of me if you want.'
'Oh you are an angel.' she exclaimed. But as she stood up to walk towards the bathroom, another burst of pee jetted out of her urethra and into her panties. This proved to be the last straw, and the floodgates opened. Jets of urine sprayed in all directions as she just allowed the pee to release all over her intimate area. Gloria moaned as the almost orgasmic relief overcame her, putting her hand down her panties to feel this burst of wee for herself. This was too much for Alex, who charged her way into the bathroom. 'Oh my God Alex?' Hayley yelled, using her shirt to hide her peehole from her sister. 'Can you hurry up here? I'm leaking' Alex exclaimed, as she felt her panties become damper with urine. Hayley graciously gave up the toilet seat for her sister, who was struggling badly with her belt buckle. 'Hayley, can you help me?' Alex desperately asked. Hayley tried to pull her jeans down, but it was all in vain, as the insurmountable need to urinate resulted in her crotch quickly spreading with pee, and the now almost familiar warm sensation in her lower regions. Neither of them were quite sure what was going on, but for now, they enjoyed the mutual feeling of relief. |
Disclaimer: This fic does not follow the canon of Resident Evil.
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Jill stood behind a tall pine tree in the Raccoon Park. She wore her skin tight battle suit, and holding her silenced handgun in both hands. She looked around, surveying the area. Zombies walked around the park left and right, none of them moving very fast or welding any weapons. She heard a voice in her ear as the pilot of the helicopter who dropped her off spoke.
“Can you hear me, Jill?”
“Yes, Josh, just fine.”
“What do you see?”
“ Some T-virus zombies, but no C-virus yet.”
“Good. You remember the plan, right? Or do I have to tell you again?”
Jill growled into the microphone.
“Josh, I know, I need to get to the hospital, and find the code for the anti virus on one of the computers. I’m not a kid, buddy”
Josh laughed lightly.
“Ok, ok,You got it. I’ll meet you at the top of the hospital when you call me back to extract you.”
The other end stop transmitting sound as Jill looked over at the zombies. Her path was long but simple: Go through the park and make to the bridge, then go to the back of the hospital, get to the top floor, and get the codes. To an average person this may seem hard or impossible with all the zombies around, but to Jill, it seems like a walk in a park, or so she thought.Taking careful aim, she took out enough to make small pathway to the bridge room.
Taking slow careful steps, Jill moved along the path she made way to the bridge entrance room. She tried opening the door, and with some bad luck, it was locked. She bent down on one knee and started to pick it. All though Jill didn’t notice it, a hooded zombie was slowly moving toward her and then stopped about ten feet away. Jill turned her head as she heard snarling, but was caught surprised. The C-virus zombie slammed her on the ground and then tried to bite her. She knocked the zombies head head back and pushed it up keeping it away from her. Her vaigina sent out small squirts of urine, dampening the crotch of suit as she kept the zombie away from her. She didn’t notice this small, embarrassing reaction, as she struggled with the zombie, soon throwing it off and then picking up a nearby rock smashing its head in. She looked to the park to see if any other zombie heard the commotion. A couple zombies were slowly inching to her, so quickly picked the door open and went inside.
Trying to catch her breath, Jill sat down in one of the chairs in the room. The room was rather dark lit up only by two things, a weak 40wat bulb hanging from the ceiling, and a Trish soda dispenser. She felt tired and more importantly, thirsty. Jill looked over at the Trish, and squirmed uncomfortably. Jill’s bladder was usually irritated by soda. She looked at the Trish dispenser, and then walked over. She kicked the machine open. Her thirst won over her logic, as she picked a can up. Usually to avoid any problems Jill wouldn’t drink much before a mission, but this time, she over did it. When she stood up to leave, behind her she left ten empty Trish soda cans.
She walked out on to the bridge, and looked ahead, seeing a empty, zombieless, bridge. Happy, yet cautious, Jill started sprinting down the bridge. Unknowing to to Jill was what was under the bridge. A Hunter α, a type of human reptile mix, was crawling under it. It cawled to the side of the bridge and looked up on the top of it. Seeing Jill, it started to think about how it would catch her. Jill was moving at a rather fast pace, most likely hyped on all the caffeine she just had.When she made it to the halfway point of the bridge she heard something. A sort of scratching sound from above. When she looked up she saw the Hunter α hanging from a broken wire. She jumped, doing a barrel roll away from the creature before firing her gun at it.The Hunter α dodged it and then screamed at her, knocking her on her back with the force of its cry. Hunter α then jump on top of her. She reach for her knife and stabbed it in the neck. The monster screamed out in pain, as the blade, Under the loud screaming of Hunter α, one could hear a hissing noise, coming from Jill’s crotch. Out her vagina shot out a yellow shining stream that leaked out her suit and formed a gold puddle around her tush. She chucked the dead body off her and sat up. Jill’s face turned a bright pink as looked down at the puddle she was sitting in.
“Oh god…”
Jill wasn’t the type of person that would admit her fears to anyone, but her body had a habit of showing her fear for her. She stood up and went back on her way to the hospital. She slowly walked up to the back door of the hospital, feeling a heaviness above her crotch. She leaned on the back door. Sighing heavily, she grabbed her crotch, Jill regretted her choice to drink the Trish greatly.
With each step Jill took into the hospital a drip of urine fell from her crotch. She tried to look for a elevator or restroom. The elevator was smashed in and the restroom somehow seemed caved in. She looked for another why up and found the worst thing for someone in her situation, stairs. She took her first step on the stairs as urine gushed out out her crotch, as she squatted down.
“How am I going to do this?”
Standing up, she slowly started to make her way up the stairs. Halfway up the staircase she stopped by a door to catch her breath. She coughed hard came from her heavy breathing caused her to squirt urine down her leg, resulting in a large puddle. Sighing again she began slowly going back up the stairs, leaving a trail of drips behind. Behind the door Jill was at, was a zombified nurse, and it started to smell something, a very powerful sent from outside the door. Walking over to the origin of the sent, and slowly pushed the door open. Taking in the sent from the puddle in front of it, the zombie began to follow the sent up the stairs.
Finally at the top of the stairs, Jill couldn’t take it any more.
“Screw this, I gonna go.” she growled under her breath.
She unzipped her suit down to her waist and then reached for her belt, but when she tried to unclasp it, it wouldn’t budge.
“You’re freaking kidding me, right?”
She jiggle the buckle more trying to undo it.
“No no no…”
She let go of her buckle and slammed her hands into her crotch and crossed her legs as she thought she felt it leaking again. Remember what she was here for she slowly inched her way over to the rooms computer and sat down. Slowly removing her hands and crossing her legs even tighter than before, she started tying and looking through the computer for the code. Behind Jill creeped up a shadowy outline of a nurse. It grabbed Jill’s back with its one hand. Jill was suddlely started by the hand grabbing her, and a bit of fear came to her. The fear rushed to her bladder. Jill quickly stood up and stabbed it with her knife, before she fell to her knees. Like a geyser, Jills vagina released its steamy hot golden urine from the captivity of its bladder. Pouring out like a waterfall, the pee splashed onto the floor and began to create yet another puddle. Jill’s fear came out with her urine, as her face filled with embarrassment. Minutes passed before the stream stopped, leaving Jill surrounded by a steaming golden yellow puddle. Wiping tears from her eyes, she slowly stood up and looked at the massive puddle. Trying to some how forget this, she downloaded the files she needed, and called Josh.
“Hello?” he answered, half yawning.
“I’m ready. ” Jill said in a small voice as she made her way to a fire which lead to the top.
“OK, I’m on my way now.”
The helicopter landed and Jill got in it and sat down by Josh. Josh noticed Jill’s urine drench legs and thought to himself:
“I’m not a kid, huh?”
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Hi, I've recently tried to become more actively on this site so I feel I should make my first contribution. This is the first ever wetting story I have ever written and I did it rather quickly so please forgive any spelling or grammatical errors. I would love to hear some feedback. Please enjoy!
A Desperate Business
The rain pounded down outside the window, resulting in a constant soundtrack to the darkened flat. Elisabeth was stood by the window, her bladder was already nearing capacity as she watched the rain. She knew that listening to the rain wasn't helping her situation, but the constant downpour helped settle Elisabeth's mind as so considered what the next few hours had in store for her.
This was her first night on this job, something she never thought she would be doing, yet found herself unable to turn down the opportunity. This small, unfurnished, flat had more hidden cameras that she could even think about. Why have the camera's hidden when she knew they were there? To stop her looking into them, the women who had locked her in had told her, it looked more natural if she didn't know where the cameras were.
The kitchen had come stocked with endless bottles of water, with strict instructions to have at least one every half an hour. Elisabeth left out a soft moan as she downed the rest of her bottle, it was her 4th of the night and she knew she had at least another 8 to drink. She carefully moved the long chestnut hair out of her face and slowly moved away from the window. She knew she needed to go pee, but that was the problem. The bathroom was locked.
Carefully moving her small hands to the crotch of her tight purple leggings, she cursed. She would not last the next 4 hours, but of course she wasn't supposed to. That was why she was here. £1000 in cash to be locked in a small, dingy flat and wet yourself, while people watched you on the cameras. You were given bonuses for how long you lasted to give you an incentive to hold on. An extra £250 for every hour you lasted after drinking 5 bottles of water, starting after however long it took you to finish that amount. Elisabeth was struggling, it had been 30 minutes since her 5th bottle and she didn't know if she would last another 30. Pushing her hand into her crotch she was already feeling the tell tale leaks of a bladder about to give in. Elisabeth let out a loud moan and pushed her hands into her leggings. She felt her smooth lips underneath her trembling fingers and pushed harder. Her fingers were already wet from the small leaks of urine but the added pressure created a new source of wetness.
The feeling of her hand between her legs gave Elisabeth new confidence and she looked up, winked in a direction she hoped was towards a camera and slowly moved one of her hands up to her size 32C chest and squeezed. The feeling of having one of her breasts squeezed always turned Liz on and before she knew it, the hand between her legs began to feel even wetter. Elisabeth decided she needed to be more interesting, they only brought girls back if they were popular amongst the clients and some of the top girls were know to bring in up to £10,000 a night just to put on a show. Trembling, with both pleasure and the increasing need to let the river flow, she stood up straight. "You know, all of this holding is thirsty work, maybe I need another drink" Even as she said it she knew this was going to be tough. She reached into her buttoned up cardigan pocket and brought out another bottle. As she slowly undid the top she allowed herself to stand up completely straight and part her legs, leaving nothing but her tired muscles keeping the warm pee inside of her. After the top was open she tilted her head back and downed the water in seconds. A huge wave shuddered through her body as a long squirt let itself out of her aching peehole. "Oh dear, looks like I am beginning to lose control" Elisabeth purred out loud. She slowly pulled her leggings down to just above her mound, her throbbing lips wished to be free and played with, but that was against the rules. Her bulging bladder rested just above the waistband. Enough games, her leggings were already showing signs of wetness and she still had 15 more minutes before she won an extra £250. Never mind that, she was after the top prize of a top pee girl. She placed her hands over her bladder and pushed hard.
Immediately the dam broke, sending the hot pee flooding into Elisabeth's waiting leggings and down to the dingy floor. The force of the push and the hot sensation caused a sudden and intense orgasm.
This lead to over a full two 3 minutes of heavy moaning while the puddle around the girls feet grew in size, the darkened purple of the wet fabric clung tighter to Elisabeth's legs, all the way up to reveal a tight, pissy camel toe that left little to the imagination. As the flow stopped, a quick smile appeared on Liz's face, and as seductively as she could said "Oh no, I've peed myself, now what will I do?" and with a final wink "Who will clean me up?" |
Here are two versions of a story a friend and I wrote. The first is his, the second one is mine.
At the Air Temple Island, home of Tenzin and his children, Tenzin was preparing to leave for Republic City. After the Equalist attack on the city, much work was needed to fix the damage done. Pema also volunteered her time, but had to leave her youngest children, Rohan and Meelo, to be watched by Korra. Jinora and Ikki were to go as well, but thanks to some heavy convincing that she was old enough to watch Ikki, Jinora was allowed to stay on the island by herself, under the condition that she keep a close eye on her younger sister. Once the rest of the family departed on Oogi, their flying bison, the two girls were left to do whatever they could to pass the time.
“We could practice our bending some more. That always seems to make the time go by.” Jinora said, knowing her soon-to-be-bored sister would be pestering for entertainment in a matter of moments.
“But that’s boring. We already do that whenever dad’s here.” Ikki complained. “I wanna do something fun.”
“If you have a better idea, I’d like to hear it.” Jinora said.
Ikki just pouted, knowing very well she couldn’t think of anything to do.
“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we make a game out of it?” Jinora asked. “I’ll do a certain airbending move, and you try to copy it to your best effort. After that, you do a move and I’ll see if I can emulate. First one to give up loses.”
“That sounds fun.” Ikki said. “Let’s do it!”
“Alright. Meet me out back and I’ll lead the way.”
Jinora and Ikki made their way to a nice, grassy area behind their home. Once facing each other, Jinora started out simple with a quick blast of wind while Ikki flawlessly followed suit. Jinora’s techniques got progressively harder, from balancing a falling leaf to riding a ball of wind, as the session went on. Eventually, Ikki found herself unable to keep up and fell to the ground. Jinora just walked over and extended a hand.
“Wanna try again?” Jinora asked helping her sister up.
“No fair, I was distracted.” Ikki said.
“Distracted by what?” Jinora said.
“I have to go potty super bad.” Ikki whined.
“Can’t it wait?”
Ikki just shook her head genially.
“Fine.” Jinora sighed.
“Okay!.” Ikki exclaimed happily as she ran to a nearby tree, dropped her pants and underwear, squatted down and peed a thick, clear stream onto the tree.
“What are you doing?” Jinora asked, shocked that her sister was doing such a deed out in the open.
“Going tinkle, duh.” Ikki said still peeing.
“Out in the grass?” Jinora asked.
“Why not? We did it all the time, remember?” Ikki said. “How’s this any different?”
“Number one: We gave that up years ago. Number two: There’s a bathroom in the house. Go there.”
“Kinda too late for that, don’t you think?” Ikki asked.
“Why would you even think of peeing out here as your first choice?”
“I just realized, I never knew how many trees are on this island alone.” Ikki said, seemingly ignoring her sister.
“Don’t change the subject.” Jinora said sternly.
“I’m not. I’m saying I’m finding out how many trees are on the island by marking each one as I pass it.”
“You’re seriously thinking about going to the bathroom on every single tree on this island?”
“It sounds like fun.” Ikki said joyfully. “Wanna come?”
Jinora just sighed, knowing very well her sister was having too much fun with her new game and knowing she had to keep an eye on her the whole time.
“Fine. But don’t expect me to join in.”
“Yay!” Ikki said taking off her lower garments, leaving them in the grass and running into the deeper part of the woods, completely naked from the waist down.
“Ikki! Get back and…oh why bother?” Jinora said as she followed Ikki into the woods.
With Jinora close behind her, Ikki just moved from tree to tree, squatting and peeing. Jinora was almost amazed that her sister could pee so much on command, almost as if she stored enough urine just for this occasion. After a while, Ikki walked over to her sister.
“How many trees was that? I lost count.”
“37.” Jinora said impressed.
“Uggh. This is so boring.” Ikki groaned.
“So you’ll go back and call it quits?”
“Nope!” Ikki smiled. “I just have to make going to the bathroom more fun.”
“How are you going to do that?”
Ikki said nothing. She just got on all fours and stood next to the tree. She then lifted her leg so that her foot was touching the tree and peed. Her stream just poured out and splattered right on the trunk. After putting a clear mark on the tree, she put her leg back down and crawled to the next tree where she proceeded to do the same thing for that and the next few trees.
“Look at me. I’m a goat dog.” Ikki said peeing and giggling.
“Cute.” Jinora said. She admitted it did sound a bit like fun to be peeing in such unusual ways, and in a place pee wasn’t meant to go.
“Next!” Ikki said.
She then stood up and faced away from the tree. She then bent down so that her body was at a near ninety degree angle and made a nice pee right on the bark of the tree. On that tree and on the next five or ten, she managed to pee right on the mark in the same position.
“How acrobatic.” Jinora admired.
“That’s nothing.” Ikki said cheerfully. “Watch this.”
Ikki then did a half-somersault and balanced herself on her head. She then lifted herself up with her palms, all while facing another tree. After a few seconds, a nice stream of pee shot straight in the air like a fountain and arched forward after reaching a few feet in the air from the source. Ikki just giggled as her pee sprinkled the grass by the tree and made a nice pitter-patter. Jinora was amazed by what she saw, and now she was more than convinced.
“What unique expressions of a menial act.” Jinora said. “Can I try?”
“Sure, but two things.” Ikki said. “Number one. How many trees have I sprinkled on again? I lost count.”
“102.” Jinora said.
“Seriously?” Ikki asked.
“Yeah, I’m surprised too.” Jinora said.
“Number two. Let’s make a game out of it.” Ikki asked. “I’ll go pee-pee in a certain position and you try to copy me. If you miss a position before I run out of ideas or I no longer have to go, you lose. What do you say?”
Not one to turn down a challenge, she immediately extended her hand to accept. Ikki then shook her sister’s hand and the challenge was on.
“Let’s start simple.” Ikki said facing a tree.
“You’re just gonna squat?” Jinora asked.
“Squatting is boring.” Ikki said. “I’ll just kneel, like this.”
Ikki then got on her knees and peed. She just giggled as the grass tickled her.
“I like being this close to the grass, because then I can feel the grass brush up against my Little Ikki.” Ikki said giving her vagina a pet name. “And it’s a good feeling.”
Jinora said nothing. She just lowered her garments all the way to her ankles and knelt on the ground the same way her sister was and let her warm pee flow out. She just giggled as the force of her peeing caused the grass to brush up against her vagina and tickle her. Once finished, she stood up and grabbed a few blades of grass and began to wipe the pee droplets from her little slit.
“Don’t bother.” Ikki said standing up. “You’re just going to end up peeing again in less than a minute. Why do you think I haven’t been wiping?”
“I guess your right.” Jinora said dropping the grass and began pulling up her garments.
“Don’t bother with that either.” Ikki said. “You’ll just be lowering them again and again. Better to save yourself some time.”
“I’m not running around half-naked while I pee from tree to tree.” Jinora said.
“Don’t be a sissy.” Ikki said. “I’m doing it and it’s just the two of us.”
Jinora just sighed, taking off her garments and placing them on the grass below. Ikki just knelt down as she got a good look at Jinora’s vagina.
“Wow...” Ikki said quietly in awe. “So that's your Little Jinora. It’s so pretty.”
“Will you stop staring?” Jinora said covering herself. “Plus why do you care? You have one too. Besides, you already saw it when we bathed together.”
“Yeah, but that was years ago.” Ikki said.
“Let’s just continue.” Jinora said.
With both girls half naked, Ikki made her way to the next unmarked tree and did something a little different: She just faced a tree, spread and bent her legs, put both hands on her labia, spread the two folds of skin with her index and middle fingers and peed straight forward, right on the trunk of the tree.
“Wheeee!” Ikki exclaimed rocking her hips from side to side. “Look at me. I’m going pee-pee like Meelo!”
Jinora just stared in awe.
“Ikki, how are you doing that?” She asked.
“You know what? I have no idea.” Ikki said. “But now you have to try.”
“Can I get a practice round?” Jinora asked.
“Good idea.” Ikki asked. “You can practice using Little Ikki.”
“What? No!” Jinora exclaimed. “I can’t touch you down there. It’s indecent.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” Ikki said. “Plus you won’t get wet should you miss.”
“I guess you’re right.” Jinora said.
She then stood right behind her sister, placed her fingers on Ikki’s labia and spread them apart. Ikki immediately peed and Jinora tried to control the stream. Jinora tried to aim, but was constantly thrown off by Ikki’s shaking as she laughed due to the ticklish feeling of other hands moving her most sensitive place. Ikki eventually stopped peeing as it became too much.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Ikki said calming down. “I guess this was a bad idea.”
“Well, I think I got the basic position down.” Jinora said. “I’ll give it a try now.”
Jinora then faced a tree and spread her labia in the same way she did with Ikki. She then took a deep exhale and peed. Jinora watched as the pee poured out and splattered the tree below.
“You’re doing it, Jinora!” Ikki said excitedly. “You’re doing it!”
“I don’t believe this.” Jinora said happily. She secretly envied Meelo and how he could pee standing up. Had he known that Ikki could do it to, she would’ve asked her long ago. Now she couldn’t wait to see the look of her brother’s face when he saw that both of his sisters could pee just like him. Maybe she could help potty-train Rohan once he was old enough.
Once finished, she went to the next tree to see what Ikki was going to do next. Ikki just jumped up and latched herself to the tree. With her body pressed against the trunk, Ikki’s pee sprayed out like water coming out of a hose with the thumb pressed against the opening and sprinkled several drops all across the tree. Ikki then finished and motioned to Jinora.
“Your turn.” Ikki smiled.
Jinora just ran up and latch herself to an adjacent tree. Like with Ikki, the pee stream sprayed out and scattered into several droplets in various directions on the tree. She then finished and prepared herself for Ikki’s next challenge.
“Let’s go a bit easier this time.” Ikki said.
This time, she just placed her hands on the sides of her hips and thrust her pelvis forward. With nothing holding her back, Ikki just let the pee flow, slightly arching forward and hitting the tree.
“That’s it?” Jinora asked in disbelief.
Jinora just copied her sister’s position, hands on hips and pelvic thrust. However, unlike Ikki, Jinora’s pee just fell straight down, right on the grass below.
“How did that happen?” Jinora asked.
“Dunno.” Ikki said. “I guess some peoples’ pee-places work differently than others’. Let’s try another method.”
Ikki then climbed up another tree and made her way to a large forked bough, while Jinora did the same for another tree. Placing each foot on each ‘path’, Ikki and Jinora simultaneously let loose more pee, which fell and stained the tree below. Once finished, both jumped down and proceeded with the next level.
“Okay, we’ve tested your skill.” Ikki said. “Now let’s test your speed.”
“Speed.”
“Using what you learned for stand-peeing, both of us are gonna pee a ring around a given tree. The first to finish their ring wins.”
“You’re on.” Jinora said getting into position in front of a tree and spreading her labia.
“Ready?” Ikki said in the same position at her own tree. “Go.”
Ikki then quickly shuffled her feet around the tree as she peed a nice thick stream. Jinora was having trouble catching up; she couldn’t move as quickly as Ikki and some of it even got on her legs. After a full minute, Jinora finally completed her ring, only to be met by Ikki.
“What took you?” Ikki asked. “ I finished seconds ago.”
“Sorry that some of us aren’t as nimble as you.” Jinora said.
“Next challenge!” Ikki shouted.
For the next tree, Ikki just stood normally. Before peeing, she just cupped her hands together and placed them right between her legs. Ikki then relaxed and peed right into her hands. Each time she filled up, she uncupped her hands, causing the pee to make a huge splash on the tree. It took a few fill-ups, but she was able to get all her pee into her hands and then onto the tree.
“Now you.” Ikki said.
Not wanting to be outdone, Jinora just spread and bent her legs, used two fingers of one hand to spread her labia and used the other hand to create a hollow hemisphere out of air, leaned back and peed. Ikki watched in amazement as Jinora’s pee arched several feet in the air and landed perfectly in her makeshift bowl. Aiming with one hand and collecting with another, Jinora made sure that she had as much pee as possible. Once the bowl was full, Jinora ceased peeing and emptied the bowl onto the tree and grass. Jinora just smiled as Ikki said nothing.
“Okay, I give.” Ikki said. “So how many trees did we pee on?”
“You know what? I lost count.” Jinora said. “I was having so much fun.”
Both girls just burst out laughing, realizing the forgotten purpose of their expedition. Just then, something caught Ikki’s ear.
“Hey listen.” Ikki said. She then walked towards the source of the noise with Jinora behind her. Once reaching it, they paused and looked at their discovery: A rapidly flowing river with plenty of fresh water.
“It’s a stream.” Jinora said.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Ikki asked.
“Freestyle?” Jinora asked.
“Freestyle.”
Immediately, the two went to the stream to drink as much as they could. Having so much fun, they decided to refill their bladders and have their own pee fun: They peed doing handstands, they peed into the stream, they peed both traditionally and in unorthodox ways. They peed shapes and characters and all sorts of symbols. And finally, they filled up until the desperation was unbearable for one big finale.
“You ready.” Ikki said wincing in pain, keeping her pee from pouring out.
“Let’s just go already.” Jinora said hopping in desperation.
The two then faced each other, bent and spread their legs, spread their labia with both hands and peed.
“Swordfight!” The two shouted.
Ikki and Jinora rocked their hips from side to side as their pee streams clashed together like swords in a duel. The girls were having so much fun, watching their pee streams hit the ground below while trying to get the other wet. Once they were certain that each got the other wet, they stopped moving their hips and aimed their streams so that they were touching and hit the ground below making one large puddle. This went on for nearly a minute until the streams died down. After pushing out the last spurts, they both knelt down and got a close look at the product of their effort.
“Wow…” Ikki said admiring the deep, foamy pool of urine. “We peed that much in one go.”
“We sure did.” Jinora said. “Hey, can we wipe now? I feel so icky down there.”
“Oh, go ahead.” Ikki said as she grabbed a leaf and wiped her vagina dry. “Can I wipe you?”
“Absolutely not.” Jinora snapped.
“Can’t blame me for trying.” Ikki said to herself and Jinora wiped her vagina clean of all the wetness of her several pee sessions.
Once finished, the two began to make their way back home.
“It’s a shame we never did find out how many trees there were.” Ikki said.
“10,552.” Jinora said candidly.
“What?” Ikki asked. “How do you know?”
“Easy.” Jinora said. “I just took the area of one tree and compared it to the area of all the uninhabited space on the island. The answer should come to close to my guess.”
Ikki thought about this.
“Okay.” Ikki said. “But if you’re right, it was my guess.”
After reaching the clearing, they walked out and reached the grassy patch where it all began, only to find Tenzin waiting for them and staring at them.
“Dad, you’re home.” Jinora said. “How was Republic City? Did you get us anything?”
“Umm…” Tenzin said as he pointed down to them.
“What?” Ikki asked as the two girls looked down. They then stared in shock as they realized what happened: They forgot to put their lower garments back on. They had so much fun; it totally slipped their minds. And now they were in the presence of their father, completely naked from the waist down and with their vaginas, Little Ikki and Little Jinora, completely exposed for the world to see.
“I’m sorry, dad.” Jinora stuttered. “We just…”
“I don’t want to know.” Tenzin interrupted. “Just get dressed and meet us for dinner.”
“Alright.” Ikki said as she and Jinora went to their rooms to get fresh clothes.
“You know he’s going to ask eventually, right?” Jinora asked.
“Yeah, but by the time he does, we’ll have an excuse ready.” Ikki said smiling.
“If you say so.”
The girls then headed up, put on new underwear and pants and headed to meet with the rest of the family. Despite the awkwardness at the end, both sisters could agree that they had the most fun they ever had. Jinora herself couldn’t wait until she was left alone again with Ikki. Maybe next time, she’ll be the one to ask to play.
My version
Jinora and Ikki were sent to spend the day together as an idea by Tenzin and Pema for them to bond and get along better. The sisters were in a clearing some distance from home. Both were doing what they normally did. Ikki was airbending and acting excited over everything and Jinora sat reading.
After awhile, Ikki walked up to Jinora. "I'm going to the bathroom," said Ikki. "Don't mind me," said Jinora, not looking up. "But the bathroom is so far away and would be a long walk there and back again," said Ikki. "Even with your fast airbending?" asked Jinora. "Besides, going inside is boring. I want to make it fun," said Ikki. "I'm going to go on a tree."
"Do as you like," said Jinora. "Which tree?" asked Ikki. "There are so many to choose from." "Just pick one. It doesn't matter which," said Jinora. "How many tree are there?" asked Ikki. Suddenly, she said, "I know a fun way to go to the bathroom and count the trees! But it's too much for me. Won't you join me? I could use your intellegence."
Ikki continued to act cute and excited that even Jinora couldn't refuse. They walked to a row of trees. "We can make it a project," suggested Jinora. "A couple times a day, we can try it. I'll count the trees in one area and we can have our fun." Jinora secretly thought peeing on trees might be fun. Like Ikki, she wondered what it might be like to pee away from a bathroom.
After counting 20 trees in the area, both squatted on one and relaxed. The sensation of peeing outside was relaxing and enjoyable, they thought. The soft sound of urine hitting the ground, the puddles forming around them, and the idea of peeing in different places. Even Jirona had to admit it was a nice feeling.
For their next time, Ikki made another suggestion. "Let's try different postions every time. You can keep track of every one we use." "Fine," said Jinora. "What do you want to try first?" "Standing," said Ikki. Standing in front of a tree, she pulled her bottoms down, adjusted her lower body with her fingers, and let out a stream of urine that hit the grass at her feet. "I want to try," said Jinora, impressed. She stood by Ikki and copyed her. Jinora was able to get her pee to arch higher than Ikki's. "Not bad for your first time," said Ikki. "Your's is pretty good too," said Jinora. Both tried to change their direction and crossed streams. They started to lose control after a minute. "That tickles!" said Ikki, as Jinora's stream hit Ikki's feet. Ikki returned the favor. "It does," agreed Jinora, amid their giggling.
"Since you're good at standing," said Ikki, "let's see if you can copy the new moves I thought of. Ikki pressed her body against a tree. "Simple," said Jinora, who did the same with ease. "Let's try balance." She peed with one leg up. "That's easy," said Ikki, trying it. "Impressive," said Jinora. This time Jinora bent sideways facing the tree and peed on it with one leg in the air. Ikki tried it. It wasn't as good as Jinora, but still an achievement.
"You might be better at that," said Ikki, "but how fast are you? While going, make a circle around the tree." Both moved sideways around a tree, trying to keep their streams in front and making a circle. "I finished first!" said Ikki. "With a little practice, I'll win next time," said Jinora. "Watch this." Jinora airbended herself onto a branch. Hanging upside down, she relased a stream that arched over her and fell to the ground.
With a burst of speed, Ikki caught it in her hands. "Nice catch," said Jinora, as Ikki splashed it on the tree. They switched places and Jinora proved to be as fast as Ikki this time. "Now let's race up the row and get each tree," said Ikki. "The first one to reach the end wins." Knowing their clothes would get in the way, they threw them off completely. On a ball of air, each girl raced up the row, getting a little pee on each tree before they both reached the end at the same time.
"It seems you are my equal in that," said Jinora. They bathed in a nearby stream before having fun without thought of competition. They tried headstands and making shapes and words in the ground. They connected their streams and with a finger, caused the streams to shoot sideways onto a tree. They finished the day peeing upside down off a branch together.
"How many trees are there?" asked Ikki. "My final count is 10,552," said Jinora. Even through the project was done, Jinora wanted to keep peeing outside as much as possible. Once, when she thought she was alone, she found a spot and peed standing. "Guess I'm not the only one who had fun," said Ikki, coming up. Once more, they crossed their streams. Then Ikki got behind Jinora and replaced Jinora's fingers in postion with her own. Jinora tried the same with Ikki. "We can try this while trying the postions again," said Jinora. "The fun continues," said Ikki, as the sisters planned another fun day. |
In the middle of the night, Sofia awoke with a need to use the bathroom. She got out of bed and went into the hall. She still wasn't used to how big everything was in the castle, down to her bed. She knew the bathroom was somewhere close by, but she hadn't mastered navigating the hallways, especially in the dark of night. Which now could be a problem.
Walking up and down the hall, Sofia hadn't found a bathroom. Desperate, she ran further down the hall, but only got even more lost. As she paused, she felt an incredible wave of desperation. If she didn't do something, she knew she would wet herself. Noticing a tapestry in front of an alcove, Sofia ran behind it. Lifting her nightgown and pulling down her underwear, a stream of urine flowed onto the floor almost immediately. Sofia couldn't help but sigh with relief as she gave in to the full force of her stream now making a puddle around her. Finally, it slowed to soft dripping, then stopped.
Pulling her nightgown back on, Sofia walked back out into the hallway and found Amber standing nearby. An arkward pause, then Amber said. "You're far from your room. I'll take you back." Taking Sofia's arm, Amber led her back. "Amber?" asked Sofia, unsure of what to say. "Forget it," said Amber. "That tapestry's tacky anyway. I never liked it. Don't worry, I made sure no one was around." "Why are you acting so nice after that?" asked Sofia. "We're sisters now, aren't we?" replied Amber. Then reverting to her usual self, she said, "Besides, it was better than your nightgown. Do you know how much went into making them? Also, the material is so delicate, stains would never come out so easily."
Saying good night at Sofia's room, Sofia went to bed and Amber went back to her room. Amber was curious what peeing somewhere like behind a tapestry would be like. Finding another one, she thought about trying it. As she peed behind it, she felt a kind of thrill of peeing in such a way. She might try something like it again, but wouldn't let anyone know.
The next day, Sofia's friends Jade and Ruby visited. Sofia told them about the night's events. All of them, even Sofia, found it humorous. This gave Jade and idea. After the others agreed, they went outside. Sofia, on the way, found Amber and invited her along. "We're princesses," said Amber. "We should act like it." "It's ok to act normal sometimes and have fun," said Sofia. "You can join us anytime if you want."
Sofia, Jade, and Ruby went out to the garden. "After all," said Jade, "It's useful for everyone to learn, even princesses." The three girls then tried peeing on the plants. Amber watched from her window. She could have her own fun, she thought. But somehow, the thought of peeing in random places by herself didn't seem as fun as she watched the girls laughing and having fun together. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said.
"Can I join?" Amber asked the girls. They welcomed her and taught Amber about peeing outside. Amber had to admit it was fun watering the plants like this with everyone else. She surprised everyone and herself when she asked, "What will you do if you can't find your way outside at night?" "I guess there's the tapestry you don't like," said Sofia. "There must be other ways," said Ruby.
The four girls walked around the castle, looking for useful places. They decided on the bases of suits of armor, in alcoves, and any hidden spot. Each of the girls tried peeing a little in these places and found they hid someone well enough. Then Sofia came up with her own solution. "How are you going to make that work?" asked Jade when they gathered at Sofia's window. "I know," admitted Amber. She had tried it this morning and thought with a little practice, she and Sofia could become good it.
Sofia copied Amber in lifing their dresses, pulling their underwear down, an arching their pee out the window. It wasn't perfect, as both of them got a little wet. But it was a good attempt. "We want to try that," said Ruby. She and Jade took Sofia's and Amber's place and tried. Both also got a little wet, but both managed to get a lot out the window. "I guess you should just use the spots inside you're better at it," Amber told Sofia. "All four of us can practice together," said Sofia. Jade and Ruby eagerly agreed. "Fine," said Amber simply. "But don't tell anyone about this." At the end of the day, all four tried again with much better results.
One morning, Sofia and Amber walked outside. Passing by a fountain, they decided to see how good they've gotten. Standing in front of the fountain, both sisters let their pee arch over and into the water. "You can get it higher than me," observed Sofia. "I guess you've practiced a lot as well." Sofia increased her flow and manged to get it as high as Amber's. "I guess we're even," said Sofia.
Continuing their walk, Sofia said, "It's fun not to act so proper sometimes." "It is," said Amber simply. She didn't want to admit it, but she didn't need to. Sofia understood and and understanding came between them. Then with a quick hug, the sisters walked on hand in hand. |
Chapter 1: Chloe has an accident
Chloe realised that she needed a wee almost as soon as she walked out of her friend’s flat and into the dingy town centre. Despite the fact that she had been to the toilet only shortly before leaving she was not surprised – her bladder seemed to fill very quickly when she had been drinking. She was not worried yet though. As long as mum picked her up on time she should easily be able to last the short drive home and wee in the comfort of her own bathroom.
Chloe and her friends, Rosie and Helen, were giggly as they walked down the high street towards the train station, probably as a result of the wine they had consumed over the course of the evening. They made for an attractive trio. Chloe in particular was stunning. Her golden hair was up tonight, beautifully framing her fair skinned face with its soft lips and rosy cheeks. Chloe’s eyes were the first feature most people noticed. Their deep blue gave an innocence to her appearance that was not really reflective of her true personality. She wore a casual but elegant metallic grey top with a high waisted black pleated skirt, and black heels.
Suddenly Helen stopped and crossed her legs tightly, bending at the waist. “I wish I’d gone to the toilet before we left Leo’s, I’m dying for a wee,” she announced abruptly.
Her words merely confirmed what Chloe had already known. It was obvious from the look in her eyes and the way she hunched over, with her hands on her bare thighs as though she was considering openly holding herself. She had also been noticeably fidgeting as they walked. Rosie laughed and with mock sincerity answered, “Oh dear, do you think you can wait until we get home?”
“Until we get home?” replied Helen, incredulous. “I’ll wet myself before we even get on the train. I need to go now!”
Chloe was more sympathetic, although partially for selfish reasons. She was feeling a growing pressure herself, and the drive home would be much more comfortable if she could go to the toilet before it. “Don’t worry Helen, I think there are some public loos on the way to the station. They’re only a couple of minutes away.”
They walked with more purpose now and quickly reached the toilets. Helen’s desperation had increased significantly, and she squirmed and held herself as she tried the door. She whimpered softly when it did not open. ”I think you have to pay…” Helen said, her voice shaking. “Do either of you have 30p?”
Rosie was finding Helen’s predicament amusing. “I do,” she exclaimed, “but I need it for the train home.”
“Don’t be so mean,” Chloe said as she rummaged in her bag. Unfortunately she could only find enough change for one of them to use the toilet, but by this point Helen looked so pathetically frantic that Chloe wasn’t cruel enough to deny her. She handed the money to Helen who managed to stop wriggling for long enough to insert it. The coins rattled straight back out.
“Looks like they’re closed in the evenings,” Rosie said smugly. A brief examination of the sign on the door revealed to Chloe that she was right.
Helen now looked on the verge of tears. “But I have to wee right now!” she said, looking anxiously to Chloe for help.
Chloe grabbed Helen’s hand and pulled her towards some nearby bushes. They would not offer complete protection from the prying eyes of people walking by, but Helen did not seem concerned by this as she allowed Chloe to lead her. Her other hand was firmly clasped between her legs. “Quick, go here,” Chloe said quite unnecessarily, as Helen pulled her blue thong down. She was weeing almost instantly, even before she had managed to hitch her dress up and squat down. Intense relief filled her face as wee streamed out of her, puddling in the soil below.
Helen looked much happier once she had finished, and giggled as Chloe rolled her eyes at her. “Have you got any tissues Clo? I’ve got piss all over my legs,” she said. Chloe couldn’t help but laugh at the state of her friend as she shook her head. “Oh well,” Helen sighed as she pulled her damp panties back up. “My knickers won’t be as wet as they could have been.”
Chloe and Helen clambered from the bushes, with Rosie, who had found the whole situation hysterical, chanting, “Pissy knickers! Pissy knickers!” Helen saw the funny side and went along with Rosie’s teasing. Chloe smiled but was more reserved than her friends, shuffling her feet as she wondered whether to wee in the bush herself. She needed the loo quite badly, but still felt fairly sure that she could wait until she was home. Not wanting to repeat Helen’s undignified performance, she followed her friends who were already walking away.
After leaving Rosie and Helen to catch their train, Chloe waited for her mum in the station car park. She shivered, partly because the night was cold but mainly because she was bursting for the toilet. Crossing her legs, she wished despairingly that there was somewhere she could wee before mum arrived. The station loos were closed – she had checked when she said goodbye to her friends. Squatting was not really an option because of the people around her waiting for taxis, and because mum, now late, could be there at any second. Her confidence that she could wait until she got home was rapidly evaporating.
A powerful urge forced Chloe to squeeze her legs together even more tightly, and she was close to holding herself through her skirt when she saw her mum’s black SUV drive into the car park and pull up beside her. She managed to compose herself and was about to climb into the front seat when she saw her younger sister sitting there. Chloe was mortified as she got into the back. Although Amy was two years younger than her, if she noticed Chloe’s predicament the teasing would be merciless.
“Sorry I’m late Clo,” said mum cheerfully. “I had to pick Amy up from a concert and it was late finishing.”
“It’s ok,” answered Chloe, trying to avoid a prolonged conversation. Her voice was terse from the strain on her bladder and could betray how desperate she was. She managed to keep the visible signs quite well concealed, forcing herself to unfold her legs and keeping her hands away from her crotch. She knew that she would not be able to continue doing so for the whole journey. Thankfully Amy and mum were having an animated discussion and didn’t seem to notice Chloe fidgeting as she pretended to look at her phone.
Soon Chloe’s desperation overcame her and she re-crossed her legs. Her writhing was becoming more and more pronounced and finally she squashed a hand between her thighs. Nothing seemed to help for more than a few seconds, and Chloe knew that she was on the verge of wetting herself.
“You need the toilet, don’t you?” Amy said, smiling mockingly at Chloe as she looked into the back of the car.
“No, no,” Chloe said, her voice higher than usual. “I’m fine, honestly.”
Amy snorted. “Yeah, whatever. You look like you’re about to wet yourself.”
“Oh Chloe, really?” mum chipped in. “Please don’t wet yourself in the car, you know how angry dad was last time.”
“I was thirteen!” Chloe countered defensively, her cheeks burning as she remembered soaking herself and the car seat as the family drove to their holiday home in Anglesey. “I can wait until we get home.” They were only a few minutes away now, and Chloe couldn’t bare the thought of weeing herself in front of her mum and sister. As far as they knew she hadn’t wet herself in years, yet she was still treated like an accident-prone little girl because of incidents like the Anglesey car journey.
Suddenly they hit a speed bump. Amy laughed wickedly and said, “I bet she’s wet herself now.”
“I have not,” Chloe answered fiercely. It was a lie. She could feel the hot wee dribbling down her bum crack and being absorbed by her lacy white knickers. It had only been a quick spurt, and her skirt remained dry. At least until the next speed bump. This time she lost control for a few seconds. Her knickers quickly became sodden, and a warm puddle formed under her bum before soaking into her skirt and the car seat.
Amy was now talking about fountains and waterfalls in an attempt to make Chloe lose control completely. She needn’t have bothered; Chloe was totally focussed on not letting go of the rest of her wee and barely heard Amy’s jibes. She squirmed unreservedly in her wet knickers as they pulled into the drive of their amply sized country home, hoping that her skirt’s colour would hide its wetness as she scrambled out of the car and towards the front door, mum tutting disapprovingly behind her.
Chloe’s legs were double crossed as mum looked in her bag for the key. “Please hurry up mummy,” she moaned, bobbing up and down. “I’m going to wet myself.” Quite a lot of wee had escaped as Chloe had jumped down from the car, and she could feel little trickles worming their way down her legs and into her shoes. Amy was laughing and calling her a big baby.
A long spurt passed through her saturated knickers and splashed onto the drive. An even longer spurt followed immediately after, and then a continuous stream as Chloe finally could hold on no longer. She was still holding herself through her skirt as she weed, and soon the front was even wetter than the back. Chloe didn’t seem to be able to give up and take her hand away, which would have at least allowed the wee to flow straight down into the huge puddle that had formed around her. Instead it ran down her legs, and some was even forced upwards, wetting her top.
“We need to put you in a nappy,” Amy taunted as Chloe finally finished weeing. “Only babies wet themselves.” Chloe did her best to ignore her, but her face was hot and red with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe how big her puddle was. Amy and mum had both moved back to avoid it.
Chloe kicked off her shoes and waited on the step barefoot, her pissy clothes still dribbling into her pool of wee, while mum dragged Amy inside and told Chloe to wait while she found her a towel so that she could dry herself before being entering the house. She returned looking more sympathetic than before. “Don’t worry too much about it Clo, accidents happen. I can wash your clothes and they’ll be fine. It could have been worse – at least you didn’t wet yourself in the car!” Chloe went even redder at the mention of the car as she thought of the wet seat she had left behind, but didn’t say anything. Hopefully it would dry out and no one would know.
Chloe wrapped the towel around her waist and pulled her knickers down, noticing that they now had a slightly yellow tinge, and then her skirt before handing them to mum. She just wanted to have a bath and try to forget about her accident. However, mum had noticed something. “Chloe the back of your skirt is soaked! And look at these!” She dangled the knickers in front of Chloe’s face. The bum was so wet that it was almost transparent. “You did wee in the car, didn’t you? Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m sorry mummy,” Chloe replied pitifully. “I tried to hold on but I was so desperate. I couldn’t help it.”
“Girls your age should not be wetting their knickers at all, never mind weeing all over daddy’s car seats! I thought you’d grown out of this.” She sighed deeply. “Have a bath and go straight to bed after. We’ll talk about this tomorrow morning.”
Finally Chloe was allowed into the house. |
This story is loosely based on a true experience I had when I was 18. It was a normal school day, except that on this particular day we were required to dress smartly for a church service we had to attend in the morning. Also, this was the day when I had a 2 hour lesson of ICT (computer class) in the afternoon. I was wearing a suit jacket, shirt and tie, and dark trousers which were pretty close fitting.
The morning was uneventful and pretty boring. I remember feeling thirsty after the service and buying a litre bottle of fruit drink from a shop in town. After the end of lunch break, around 1.30pm, I was waiting outside the ICT classroom when I felt an urge to piss. I’d drunk most of the fruit drink I bought at lunch and about half of my 500ml water bottle, and hadn’t relieved myself since waking up at 7.30 that morning. ‘Ah shit’ I thought, realising that I wouldn’t get chance to go until at least 2.30pm, and that’s if I was lucky!
I sat down in the classroom next to a girl named Laura. She was blonde and very cute, with curves in all the right places. She always seemed to be in a good mood, and was the sort of person you could talk for hours with and never get bored or run out of things to say. We were pretty good friends, and she was looking good in a tight fitting white shirt, short black skirt and black tights with black flat shoes. As we chatted while waiting for the teacher, I became increasingly aware of my bladder filling up, and I really wished I hadn’t drunk so much liquid earlier in the day. It was gonna be a long lesson that’s for sure.
We were on the computers for the first hour of the lesson. I was sat with Laura in the corner, helping her with a spreadsheet. Half way into the lesson and I was jiggling my knees around every few seconds, with my ankles crossed underneath my chair. I really had to piss, and my need was steadily increasing with every passing minute. I was finding it difficult to concentrate fully on my work, and I kept glancing at the clock. Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl.
15 minutes left of the first hour and I was jiggling my legs like crazy. All the liquid I’d consumed throughout the day (the computer room was quite warm, so by now I’d finished my litre bottle of juice and most of my 500ml bottle of water, hoping that it wasn’t going to go straight to my bladder) was slowly but surely filling my bladder up, and I could feel the pressure against the waistband of my trousers. I was biting my lip and trying not to stare at the clock, as every time I looked hardly any time had passed. I also noticed Laura had gone unusually quiet. I sneaked a glance at her and noticed that her legs were tightly crossed right over left, and occasionally she’d jiggle her right leg up and down ever so slightly. Just as I was wondering whether she had to go too, she suddenly uncrossed her legs, glanced around at the clock, then at our teacher, then sighed and recrossed her legs the other way while looking back at her screen.
‘God I hope Mrs Davies lets us out for a few minutes soon, I’m bursting for a wee’ she said quietly. I immediately felt myself getting turned on, and I blushed as I admitted to her ‘Yeah, me too, I’ve been dying to go since lunch’. She glanced down at my jiggling legs and grinned at me. ‘Yeah I can see that’ she said, ‘when did you last go?’ I blushed again, not quite believing I was chatting to her about something I’m usually so shy about. ‘Um… when I woke up. How about you?’ I asked quietly. She giggled and said ‘Same here, I haven’t had chance to go, because of the church thing and stuff’. I felt my erection growing in my pants, and I discreetly rested an arm over my lap to hide it. ‘So, what if she doesn’t let us go?’ I asked carefully, not wanting to sound too interested. Laura smiled at me again ‘Shut up’ she said jokingly, ‘I don’t even want to think about it. She’s bound to let us out, she usually does anyway’. ‘Yeah, I hope so’ I agreed.
Finally, it was 2.30pm. Usually, this would mean a quick break, which would give me (and Laura) a chance to piss. The bell rang, and we glanced at our teacher expectantly. ‘Ok guys, log off the computers please’ she said to the class. We stood up and walked to the centre of the room where the desks were (the computers were situated around the edge of the room and our desks were in the middle). As I stood behind my desk, I noticed Laura crossing her legs tightly, leaning forward onto her chair. She was staring intently at our teacher, and I caught her biting her lip for a second. Damn, she was really bursting. Now I was stood up I couldn’t jiggle my knees about, so instead I leaned into my chair, resting it over my dick and shifted my weight from one foot to the other as discreetly as I could. My bladder was sending urgent signals that it needed to be emptied, and soon. The knowledge that I was gonna be able to piss in a couple of minutes wasn’t helping in the slightest.
‘Ok guys, I told you last week that you’d have a test today on Units 1 and 2..’ she was interrupted by the moans and groans of the class. ‘… so I hope you’ve all revised. The test will last one hour, can someone hand out the papers please?’ Shit, how could I have forgot? I glanced across at Laura, who still had her legs tightly crossed and was staring at Mrs Davies in dismay. She caught my eye and grimaced, and I just shook my head and bit my lip. ‘Can everyone take seats around the room please, don’t sit too close to each other, I don’t want any cheating’ our teacher called out. I moved towards the back of the room, and Laura followed. ‘Oh my god…’ she laughed quietly as she came towards me. ‘I know’ I replied ‘I really need a piss’. ‘Me toooo’ she moaned, bobbing up and down slightly on the spot. She glanced at the clock, then at Mrs Davies. ‘Back in a sec’ she said, and hurried towards the teacher. I took a seat at the back of the classroom, squeezing my dick tightly for a moment, as luckily there was nobody sat nearby. I saw Laura speaking quietly with Mrs Davies, and although I couldn’t hear the conversation, I saw Mrs Davies shake her head sympathetically. Laura turned around and walked back towards me, and I saw that she was blushing, which I’d never seen her do before.
She sat down a couple of seats away from me, immediately crossing her legs, and whispered ‘She said I’d just have to wait until half three’. She looked upset, and although I was feeling a fierce need to urinate myself, I began to feel sorry for her. ‘Shit’ I whispered back, jiggling my knees violently. Laura smiled at me, although I could see the urgency in her eyes. ‘Did you study for the test?’ she asked. I shook my head ‘No, did you?’ She laughed and shook her head, then moaned ever so softly, fidgeting her crossed legs up and down. ‘Ohhh God I’m bursting’ she whispered to herself, biting her lip and looking up at the ceiling. I was so turned on, both by my own desperation and Laura’s, that all I couldn’t even reply.
The test papers were handed out, and as I glanced through it I realised I knew most of the answers. The only problem I had was concentrating, as I was incredibly distracted by my own urgent need for relief, and the plight of the sexy, bursting girl sitting a few seats away from me. I tried to focus on the questions and put the other stuff out of my mind. The room was silent aside from the gentle whirring of computer fans, and every minute or so I’d hear a rustling of tights or a quiet moan, and I’d glance up and see Laura squirming about in her seat. Of course, I was fidgeting as well. I was sat right up against the computer desk with my ankles crossed beneath my chair, sitting right on the edge of the seat, jiggling my legs like crazy. I couldn’t sit still at all.
3pm. Just half an hour left. By now I was nearly at the end of the test, but was finding it almost impossible to concentrate. I was gritting my teeth against the pain of my swollen bladder, and I wished my trousers weren’t so tight. I was having to grab my dick every few minutes to help hold on when a particularly strong urge hit me. At first, I was worried about Laura noticing, but I soon realised that her attention was completely focused on both the test and her bladder. She had adopted a similar pose to me – she was sat right on the edge of her seat with her legs underneath her, crossed at the ankles. While my thighs were apart, hers were pushed tightly together, and I could hear the sound of her tights rubbing together as she squirmed around. Her face was flushed, either from embarrassment, the warm room, the pressure in her bladder, or a combination of the three. As I watched her, she quickly glanced up at the clock, then back at her paper, then she glanced up and met my eye. She mouthed ‘I NEED A WEE’ at me, and leaned forward in her seat, flashing me a pained-looking smile. ‘SAME HERE’ I mouthed back. She glanced up at the clock again, then back at me, a tense expression on her face. I nodded and bit my lip. We both doubted whether we could make it until the end of the lesson, but what choice did we have?
By 3.20pm, I was in serious trouble. I was holding myself almost constantly by now, and was beginning to worry whether I’d actually make it to a toilet before losing control. I couldn’t sit up straight and was bent over my test paper, jiggling my right knee up and down rapidly, the heel of my shoe bouncing up and down on the carpeted floor. I’d finished a few minutes ago, and now I could focus my efforts on holding in my piss until I was finally allowed to relieve myself. I’d undone the top button of my trousers to give my bladder some room to expand, which had helped for a while, but by now it was totally rock hard and bursting with all the liquid I had consumed throughout the day. By the looks of it, Laura was also reaching the end of her limit. She was still perched right on the edge of her seat, fidgeting and moaning under her breath, her test paper completely forgotten. I glanced down and saw that she’d unbuttoned her skirt. She was staring intently at the clock on the wall, and her hands were resting on either side of her chair. She was sitting with her legs slightly apart, rapidly fanning her knees in and out, her tights rubbing against her skirt. As I watched her, she suddenly gasped quietly and double crossed her legs, her hands on either side of her hips gripping the chair tightly. She glanced down at her skirt, then up at me. I could see the sheer desperation in her eyes, and I knew she was close to wetting herself. At the same time, I knew that my face was betraying the strain I was under to keep holding for just a few minutes more.
Just then, Mrs Davies uttered the words Laura and I had been longing to hear: ‘Ok guys, I’m gonna let you go early since you’ve worked so hard. Leave your test papers where they are and we’ll go over them tomorrow. Oh, and don’t forget to write your name at the top’. I stood up, wincing as I felt the full weight of my overfull bladder. I grabbed my bag and glanced across at Laura, who was standing bent over the desk with her legs tightly crossed, bobbing up and down frantically on the spot. ‘Oh god oh god oh god, I have to go so bad I can barely write my name’ she whined, scribbling her name quickly at the top of her test. ‘Ok now I’m going for a weeeee’ she laughed as she picked up her bag and darted out of the room, closely followed by me.
We walked down the empty corridor as fast as we could without losing control, me grabbing my dick under my jacket and Laura trying to squeeze her thighs together as she walked. ‘Shit, I’ve never needed to go this bad before’ I muttered, my voice strained. ‘Oh god I know, tell me about it’ Laura replied ‘All I can think about it getting to a loo, I don’t care about anything else, just having a fucking wee right now’. I laughed in agreement. We reached the stairs at the end of the corridor, one more story and we’d be outside the toilets. ‘Need a piss, need a piss’ I muttered under my breath as we hurried down them. Laura suddenly stopped in her tracks, bending over at the waist, pushing both her hands into her crotch. I was amazed, I’d never seen anybody as desperate as this before. She moaned under her breath ‘Ohhhhh, ok, shit, I’m ok now let’s go’. We hurried down the last few steps and pushed open the door.
The toilets were just two steps in front of us, but a sign on the girl’s toilets caught my attention:
FLOODED! DO NOT ENTER, USE YEAR 11 TOILETS ON OTHER SIDE OF THE SCHOOL
‘No no no no you have got to be joking’ Laura moaned, dancing frantically from foot to foot. ‘Guess you’ll just have to wait a bit longer’ I laughed, and opened the door to the boy’s toilets. Suddenly, Laura grabbed my arm, holding me back. ‘No, fuck you’ she laughed, grinning up at me, bent over with one hand on my arm and the other in her crotch. ‘Oh come on, I have to piss!’ I said, laughing, but in all seriousness, I was seconds away from wetting myself. ‘Oh fuck it, I need a weeeeee’ she moaned, pushing past me and into the boy’s toilets. I followed her in, already unzipping my trousers in anticipation. She darted into a cubicle and slammed the door behind her, and I pulled out my dick while running to the urinal. As soon as I got within a few feet I started wetting uncontrollably, gasping as I finally started to relieve the piss I’d been holding in for so long. At the same time, I heard a gushing stream of piss hitting the toilet bowl in the cubicle, and I heard Laura moan ‘Oh god that feels so GOOD!’ After a minute or so, I heard her stream easing off, and she moaned with relief. Meanwhile, I was still wetting, relieved but still not empty. I heard Laura opening the toilet door, but I couldn’t bring myself to cut my stream off, not when it felt so damn good!
Laura emerged from the cubicle red faced, but looking extremely relieved. ‘Best wee ever’ she laughed, then she noticed me standing at the urinal. ‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry’ she laughed. ‘It’s ok’ I gasped, still wetting uncontrollably. I was blushing like crazy. There was an awkward silence, for a few seconds, the only sound was my piss stream and my small gasps of relief. ‘Um… ok I’ll see you tomorrow’ she said quickly, washing her hands under the tap and grabbing a paper towel. ‘Yeah, see ya’ I managed to gasp, and she flashed me a grin as she walked out. ‘Oh my god’ she laughed, my stream still going strong, and I blushed even deeper as she shut the door. A few seconds later, my bladder was finally empty, and I gasped with relief.
Edited April 18, 2014 by Despguy123
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Part 1
Samus sat in her ship as it flew to Earth on auto pilot. In the pilots chair she sat wearing a tight white shirt and pink panties that were a little too small for her. In the back of her ship ran a clothes washer with her zero suit in it. Samus was thinking about what just happend on Elysia. She looked at the Pawa gem sitting on the ships dash by a couple empty bottles of water, sighing, she stood up when she felt the need to urinate. She started to walk to her restroom when suddenly, her ship shook and there was a loud crash. She turned around and ran up to her ships computer. It read “Another ship detected in the area.“ A area map showed ship docking onto Samus ships. She grabbed her gun and hid behind a wall. In walked a two human space pirates and a couple seconds later a hooded female figure walked in. Muttering something in another language, the hooded figure told the other pirates something and then they started to look around. Samus quietly moved into the cleaning supply closet of her ship and shut the door.She tried to figure out a way to get to the washing room, but interrupting her train of thought was her bladder. Her bladder started to have a slight burning feeling as it wanted to release its captive liquids. She squirmed a bit in the tight space and tried to ignore her bladder and think. Outside the hood woman looked around the ship and saw the Pawa gem sitting on the dash. She picked up the gem and put in her coat, and then turned to the empty water bottles. she picked one up and smelled the top of it She followed the smell and came to a door labeled “Cleaning Supplies.” She signaled for the pirates to come over. Inside the closet Samus heard all the footsteps outside the door and held her breath.
“Knock, Knock, Samus, you in there?” said the hooded woman in a sleek but warm voice.
“Come out of the closest Sammy...or I’ll have to come in there, and bring you out.”
Samus, sat there, breathing rapidly, but before she could do anything the door flung open and Samus was grabbed by her shirt and slammed her against a wall. Taken by surprise, Samus peed a bit into her underwear, dampening them, but quickly regained control over her bladder, and slammed her thighs together. The woman took off her hood, and relieved her face. Her skin was dark brown, her hair short and crystal white, and her eyes colored scarlet red. as the cloak fell to her feet, it revealed tight, white, armored body suit, constricting the women's large breasts and digging into all of her creavases. Samus had see this woman before. On her last visit to Earth, she saw hundreds of wanted signs hanging on walls for this woman, Cazador Mujer. She is a bounty hunter who is a expert at hunting people down and kidnaping them. The reward for catching her alive was more money then Samus has ever had.
“Jeez, judging by your attire, it feels like I caught you with your pants down.” she laughed a little bit and then spoke to the other pirates. “ Get some rope from the ship, now” When they came back, Cazador put Samus on a chair, tied her legs apart to each stool leg and tied her arms to the arm rest. Finally, she tied a very tight rope around her stomach around the back of the chair, which squeezed Samus’s bladder, causing her to squirt some urine out. Cazador signaled for the other two pirates to leave and then look right in to Samus’s eyes.
“You know, Sammy, you’re famous across the galaxy, and the person who wants you is pay outrageously. Do you know who would want you this bad?”
Right now Samus’s mind was in two places. The first place is trying to keep her burning bladder under control and the second trying to think of a way out of this.
“I...I...I don’t know.” Samus stuttered, not fully listening.
Cazador looked Samus up and down before she spoke again. “ You seem very nervous for being the big fearless bounty hunter everyone says your are. With that face, I would say you’re about to wet yourself. Tell me what is this?” She pulled out the Pawa Gem.
“It’s a Pawa Gem, I was delivering it to a company, called…”
“Thats all I need. There is something you should know. I’m a expert kidnapper, and my clients want the packages unharmed, but I tend to….mess with the packages from time to time. I’ve waited for a very long time to do this to you, Sammy. You’ve even made it easier for me...” She picked up one of the empty bottles of water Samus drank and threw it up and down in her hand. Out of nowhere she lunged at Samus and punched her right on the bladder. The gates broke and the water flooded out. Samsu gasped as her vagina shot out powerful streams of warm urine, which splattered on to the ground and on Samus legs. Minutes later, Samus final drained her bladder. Cazador bent down near Samus’s crotch and sniffed the air. Then she looked at Samus with a very pleased face.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not done yet.” she said before she pricked Samus with a needle. Samus soon blacked out, unaware of what would happen next.
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OK, this is the first part of a three part fic I'm writing using the top scores from the poll I did to make it. This one is trying to build up for the rest of the story, but please tell me what you think of it. Anything sort of feedback, suggestions, or complaints is welcome! If you have any ideas of where this could go, please tell me. |
Hi all,
I've just finished "Peeing in the Park," my latest story about two best friends watching an open air play and holding in gallons of pee, hoping to make it through the performance without wetting themselves. Not only that but they gradually fall in love too! (Based on a true story if you were wondering!)
To celebrate the publication on kindle, here's chapter 1 for your reading pleasure. If you'd like to read the rest you can get the details from lunaswift.com or go straight to the amazon page for the book. It's only 99c (77p) so an absolute bargain for you wonderful kindle readers!
Hope you like it and enough talking, on with the story. Chapter 1 – Play in the Park“I’ll meet you by the river.”
I hung up and headed out the door, my bladder protesting my choice. I needed to pee but I was already running late. Not only that but if I went to the toilet now I might miss my chance to get a decent seat.
I’d never been to an outdoor theatre performance, it wasn’t really my kind of thing. But several of my friends were going and they’d already paid for my ticket so it would have been rude to turn them down.
I walked through town with the heat of the sun warming my bare arms. My light summer dress was perfect for this kind of weather, especially as it gave me a chance to show off my legs, the one part of my body I was truly happy with.
I was hoping I’d have time to go to the toilet when I reached the park but the queue was enormous. It was as if the entire city had decided to come out and enjoy the sunshine. Families were picnicking, topless men were playing football and then I spotted my friends waving at me from the riverside.
I half jogged over, immediately regretting it as my full bladder sloshed around inside me.
“Hi!” Josie called out, throwing her arms round me and squeezing me far too tightly for comfort. “Come on, the shows about to start.”
She linked arms with me and we walked behind Ann and Marie towards the metal fencing that blocked entry to the makeshift arena. Marie handed over the tickets to a thoroughly miserable old man in a fluorescent coat.
“Excuse me,” I asked as the others walked inside. Behind me the queue waited impatiently.
“Yes,” the old man snapped, glancing behind me at the long line of people.
“Is there a bathroom inside at all?”
“I think so,” he replied before shoving me along. He actually put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me away. I walked into the arena, feeling shocked but vowing not to let him spoil my afternoon.
“Are you okay?” Josie asked when I caught up with her, weaving through the rows of plastic seats arranged neatly facing the stage.
“I just need to find the bathroom.”
“Me too,” she replied. “But it’s about to start. We better wait for the interval.”
I wanted to tell her I wasn’t sure I could wait that long but I felt I might sound a bit too much like a whiny schoolgirl. So with my bladder pressing against the waistband of my panties, stretched and overfilled like a balloon inside me, I made my way slowly to the seat beside Marie.
I leaned back on my chair and tried to relax. “How long is this thing anyway?” I asked.
Ann passed me her programme. “Two and a half hours I think.”
I shuddered internally. There was no way I’d be able to last that long. I only hoped I could survive until the interval.
A huge couple tried to push their way past us, chairs giving away against them. As they reached me, the husband tripped, stumbling to the side and landing straight on my lap. I was winded by his sheer bulk, the air pushed straight out of my lungs as he tried unsuccessfully to get back to his feet. The weight of him against me made me wince with pain, my bladder being squashed flat by him.
Eventually he regained his balance, muttering an apology as he scuttled after his wife who was tutting loudly.
“Ow,” I whispered to Josie as on stage the announcer strode out, holding a microphone, welcoming us all.
I was only half listening as he talked nonstop about the value of our support and the wonderful play we were about to see. My need to pee was more urgent than I’d ever felt before. I was squirming slightly in my seat to try and control my desperation but not wanting to reveal how much I needed to go.
The play began a minute later and it gave me a chance to lean forwards on my seat, ostensibly to better see the performers but really to give me another way to move around better. I was jiggling my feet up and down on the grass, the dew on my bare heels not helping with my need to urinate.
Beside me I could see Josie sitting back in her chair, her legs crossed. As I looked at her I could just see she was tensing and relaxing her leg muscles, was she as desperate as me? Could anyone in the world be as desperate as me?
Every minute that passed seemed to take a lifetime. After an hour, I knew I could wait no longer. I was praying for the interval so I could go and find the toilet and let go the galloon of water I felt was trapped inside me. On stage a firework went off, making all of us jump. I shot back in my seat and to my eternal shame, a little leak of pee soaked into my panties before I was able to regain control and clench everything I had, fighting to stop the ultimate humiliation, wetting myself in public.
The wet warmth on the fabric of my underwear was a constant reminder of how close I’d just come to peeing my panties for real and as the interval finally came round, I was getting the start of a stress headache.
I jumped to my feet before the actors had even left the stage, pushing my way along the row of people until I reached the aisle and looked round me. Josie came up behind me and took my hand in hers. “What are you looking for?” she asked. “The plot? Some decent acting maybe? Only I don’t think we’ll find any here today.”
“Don’t make me laugh,” I replied, squirming on the spot, my legs rubbing together as my bladder threatened to explode any moment. “I need to pee.” |
A couple of weeks ago I went out for a meal with some friends at an Indian restaurant. The food was pretty spicy so I ended up drinking a glass of water, about 2 glasses of lemonade and 2 or 3 glasses of coke. About 2 hours later, after the meal was finished, we all walked back to one guy’s apartment for drinks, about 30 minutes walk away. As we left the restaurant I felt a fair urge to piss, it had been around 3 hours since I had last relieved myself and my bladder was filling rapidly from all the liquids I had drank at the restaurant. I didn’t want to keep everybody waiting though, so I told myself I’d just have to wait until we got to the apartment.
On the walk back the group split up, and I ended up walking with a cute girl I’d met earlier on in the evening named Ellie, with two other girls slightly ahead of us and everyone else dawdling pretty far back behind us. As we walked in the cold evening air I could feel my bladder getting fuller and fuller, and after only 10 minutes of walking I was beginning to get desperate. The conversation I was having with Ellie was helping to keep my mind of it but I was definitely bursting for a piss, and I wished I’d taken the chance to pee before we left the restaurant. I was sitting opposite Ellie at the restaurant and I couldn’t help but notice that she hadn’t left the table for the whole evening, and drank pretty much the same amount I had. She must have needed to pee about as badly as I did, yet she wasn’t showing any signs of being desperate. I noticed she was wearing really tight jeans, which surely must have been putting some pressure on her bladder, making her even more uncomfortable.
A little while later we were getting closer to the guy’s apartment, and by now we were pretty far ahead of everyone else, with the two girls quite far ahead of us. I was really frantic now, my bladder throbbing with every step I took, squeezed by my belt, and I was having difficulty disguising just how badly I wanted to piss. I was way too shy to tell Ellie how desperate I was, even though it was likely that she was bursting too. I realised that we’d have to wait outside the apartment for the rest of the group to catch up with us, which meant somehow standing still without it being obvious that my bladder was about to explode. I put the thought out of my mind, and tried to concentrate on our conversation, my mind increasingly distracted by my fierce need to piss. I had my hands in my pockets, and I tried to discreetly move them towards my cock to help me hold on, but it looked way too obvious. I noticed Ellie was beginning to look a little distracted as well, and I might have imagined it, but I’m sure I saw her biting her lip occasionally.
As we got to the street the guy’s place was at, we had to cross a busy road. As we waited for the cars to stop, I couldn’t help but cross my legs and squeeze my cock through my pockets for the briefest moment, biting my lip. I glanced at Ellie but luckily, she didn’t seem to notice, or if she did, pretended not to. She was standing with her legs tightly crossed, watching the cars intently as if willing them to stop. I was sure of it now, she was dying to pee, just as I was, and I wondered how long we were gonna have to wait for the rest of the group to come and let us into the apartment. I was still too shy to mention how desperate I was… if I’d have known her better, then I might have done, but as we’d only met a few hours earlier, it just didn’t seem appropriate. And besides, she hadn’t mentioned about needing to pee, so why should I?
The cars finally stopped and we crossed, and I was grateful for the chance to walk again which helped me hide my urgent need to relieve myself. I could see the 2 girl ahead of us were now all the way down the street and were waiting outside the apartment building. I looked back and couldn’t see the rest of the group, and I bit my lip as I realised that we could be waiting for them for ages. The street was pretty dark, with plenty of shadowy areas and trees, and I longed to run behind one, pull out of cock and relieve myself noisily against it, sighing in relief, and if I was alone, I probably would have done. But I wasn’t, and no matter how frantic I was to empty my bursting bladder, I couldn’t embarrass myself like that in front of a cute girl I’d only just met.
After a few more minutes of walking we finally reached the apartment building, saying hi to the 2 girls who were already there and making small talk until the rest of the group arrived. I began to shift my weight from foot to foot, trying not to fidget and squirm around too much, telling myself that I only had a few more minutes to wait before I could finally piss. It was torture, forcing myself to act calm and chat to the girls like nothing was bothering me, while trying to hold back the ocean of piss inside my throbbing bladder. I noticed Ellie was definitely quieter than she had been before, and was again standing with her legs tightly crossed. I saw her bob up and down on the spot a couple of times, and she noticed me looking. ‘Ooh, I wish they’d hurry up’ she said quietly, uncrossing her legs before quickly recrossing them the other way. ‘Yeah me too’ I said, walking out into the street to see how far away everyone was. Thankfully, I could see them in the distance, and while I was stood with my back to the girls I gave my cock a quick squeeze through my pockets, biting my lip in desperation. I stood like that for a few seconds, squeezing myself tightly, before walking back to the apartment. ‘They’re only, like, a couple of minutes away ‘I said, and Ellie nodded, biting her lip for a second before smiling at me, but I could see the desperation in her eyes.
Finally, the rest of the group caught up to us and we were let inside the building. I had only one thing on my mind as we walked up the stairs to the guy’s apartment… to get to a toilet and finally relieve my rock hard bladder. I stood next to Ellie as we waited to get into the apartment, slightly behind everyone else, waiting eagerly to get inside and piss, bouncing from foot to foot as discreetly as I could. Ellie was standing with her hands on her lips, legs crossed tightly. She bounced on the spot a couple of times and sighed impatiently. ‘You ok?’ I said innocently, knowing full well why she was so eager to get inside. She nodded and bit her lip, smiling sheepishly. ‘Yeah, I just really need a wee’ she said quietly, bobbing up and down a couple of times on the balls of her feet. I grinned and bit my lip. ‘Yeah same here, that whole walk home I was bursting, I drank way too much at the restaurant.’ She laughed quietly. ‘Tell me about it, when we were waiting outside just now I was that desperate I could hardly stand still. I’m going first though.’ She gently pushed past me and stood in front of me, blocking me from getting past, grinning at me over her shoulder. By now, the apartment door was open and everyone was going inside. I tried gently pushing past Ellie to get in front of her, but she grabbed the waistband of my jeans and pulled me back. ‘You’ll just have to wait’ she said, flashing me a cute smile.
When we finally got inside most people were making their way to the living room and or the kitchen, but I followed Ellie down the hallway. ‘Ohh God where’s the toilet?’ she whispered frantically, and as we turned the corner we spotted one of the girls we were chatting to earlier waiting outside a closed door, with another girl leaning against the wall with her legs crossed. ‘Oh are you waiting for the loo?’ Ellie asked, and both girls nodded. As we joined the queue, Ellie turned around and looked at me, biting her lip. I knew what she was thinking of course… just how long were we going to have to queue for? She crossed her legs and folded her arms, and I leaned back against the wall with my legs crossed and my hands in my pockets, forcing myself to hold onto my piss for just a few more minutes.
We waited in awkward silence, occasionally exchanging desperate glances, the pressure we were both feeling from our bladders evident in our tense expressions and fidgety movements. After a minute or so, the door opened and the other girl we’d been chatting with outside the apartment came out, a big grin on her face. ‘Oooh the relief!’ she said laughing, and her friend laughed too as she quickly hurried into the bathroom and closed the door. Now there was only one more girl in front of Ellie and me, who was now standing up, her legs wrapped around each other tightly, resting her hand on the wall. She looked pretty desperate, and I was sure I hadn’t seen her get up to use the toilet at all during the meal.
After another minute or so of waiting, Ellie turned to me and mouthed ‘Oh my God’, biting her lip and closing her eyes for a second, bouncing on the spot. I nodded and mouthed ‘I know’, tugging my belt away from my bladder. She whispered something, but it was so quiet that I couldn’t hear her so I moved closer, and she leaned up and whispered into my ear. ‘I think I’m gonna wee myself if they don’t hurry up’. She started to blush and bit her lip again, bobbing up and down a few times. I already had a hard-on which I was struggling to hide, but after hearing those words and seeing her squirm around in desperation, I felt like I was about to come right there next to her.
Just then, the door opened and the girl inside walked out looking relieved. The girl in front of us rushed inside and shut the door, leaving just me and Ellie outside in the corridor, frantic for a pee. ‘Oh Goddddd’ she moaned under her breath, jiggling from foot to foot with her hands on her belt. I reached across and tickled her sides playfully, and she gasped and pulled away. ‘Ohhh no please don’t, you’re gonna make me wee myself.’ ‘I bet she’s gonna be in there for ages.’ I teased, and Ellie moaned quietly, bending over for a few seconds with her hands between her legs, before straightening up and undoing the belt of her snugly fitting jeans. She saw me looking, but she just bit her lip and said ‘I don’t care anymore, its pressing on my bladder.’ As she opened her belt and began to undo the top of her jeans, I noticed just how much her bladder was bulging. She was really bursting! She made a little ‘ooh’ sound under her breath, before gently rubbing a hand across her bladder, crossing her legs tightly once more.
‘Oh cmon cmon cmon hurry up before I wee on the floor’ she said quietly, staring at the toilet door longingly. ‘Told you she was gonna be ages’ I said, taking the opportunity to squeeze my desperate, aching cock while Ellie’s attention was elsewhere. She laughed and said ‘Oh shut up, you’re the one whose going to be waiting outside desperate while I’m having a nice long wee and washing my hands and checking my hair in the mirror and stuff. I might just take my time to make you wait longer.’ She grinned at me and I bit my lip. ‘Noooo…. Ok ok, I’m sorry!’ I said. She just laughed and turned her attention back to the toilet door, and I took the opportunity to undo my belt and give my cock a nice long squeeze, biting my lip. Despite all my teasing, I was beyond frantic and really, really didn’t want to have to wait any longer than I absolutely had to.
Finally, the girl in the toilet came out and Ellie rushed in, bent over slightly with her hands already on her jeans ready to tug them down, slamming the door behind her. Now I was alone in the corridor, so I could dance around and squeeze my dick. I leaned back against the toilet door with both hands in my jeans, my legs crossed, desperately wishing Ellie would be out soon. After about a minute, I thought I heard the toilet flush. ‘Oh god fucking hurry up’ I muttered under my breath, bending over with my hands wrapped tightly around my dick. After another 2 minutes of desperately waiting to get in and piss, I turned around and banged on the door. After a few seconds it opened, with Ellie standing in the way, hands resting either side of the door. ‘God, you’re so impatient’ she said grinning . ‘I told you I’d take my time’. I tried to push past her into the toilet but she pushed me back gently. She glanced down and saw belt hanging loose with the top of my jeans open. She laughed and began to tickle my sides. ‘Aw does someone need the toilet?’ she asked sweetly, grinning up at me as she dragged her nails lightly against my skin. I squirmed and tried to get past her, but she stood her ground. ‘Ohhh no don’t! Just let me past!’ I said laughing, trying to hold on to my piss, get away from her fingers and get past her into the toilet at the same time. Finally she relented and stepped aside, letting me hurry past her into the toilet.
I turned around and pushed her out the door lightly, but she wouldn’t move. ‘I’m good here thanks’ she said, grinning at me. I was too desperate to care, so I shrugged and hurried over to the toilet bowl, ready to whip out my throbbing dick and let loose. ‘Ohhh ok you’re just gonna start weeing in front of me, ok I’m gone’ she said laughing, and hurried out, closing the door behind her. I had my cock in my hand before the door was even closed, and I gasped in relief as I began to piss a powerful stream of gushing urine into the bowl. I pissed and pissed, my rock hard bladder finally emptying after holding in so much piss for what felt like so long. When I finally finished, I sighed in blissful relief. |
It’s 4pm on an extremely slow day at the garden centre where I work, and I’m bored out of my mind. There’s hardly anyone around, and I’m sitting on my own at the till, looking forward to going home when the store closes in 2 hours time. I shift in my seat, and feel a twinge in my bladder. I haven’t been to the toilet since I woke up at about 9am, and although I had chance to go at both lunchtime and my afternoon break, I just couldn’t be bothered. Although I kind of need to piss, I’m far from desperate, so I decide to just hold it for the time being. Just then, I get an idea. I stand up and walk over to the fridge where the soft drinks are, taking out a 500ml bottle of water. I open it as I sit back down, taking a large gulp of the cool liquid. I’m gonna make myself desperate to pee, as I quite like the feeling of holding a full bladder while trying not to give away to customers how desperate I am, and besides, it will give me something to think about for the next 2 boring hours.
By 4.30pm I’ve finished off the bottle of water and already started on a second. Although I have to pee, I’m still fairly comfortable and looking forward to all the water I was drinking hitting my bladder. I’ve only served 1 or 2 customers in the past half an hour, a welcome distraction from boredom, and my cute coworker Kira stopped by to let me know that she’d be joining me on the tills a bit later just in case it got busier during the closing hour. Although Kira hasn’t worked here long, we’ve fast become quite good friends. She’s about a year younger than me, cute and curvy, with long blonde hair. I was looking forward to having somebody to talk to for the last hour of the day, not to mention someone to try and hide my desperation from when all the water reaches my bladder.
5pm, and by now I’m starting to get a bit more antsy, fidgeting about in my chair and bouncing my knees. I’ve finished my second bottle and my bladder is quickly starting to fill up with liquid. I think for a second. Should I go for a third bottle? I want to get desperate, but I don’t want to overdo it, and I’m already feeling a pretty strong urge to piss. As well as the 2 bottles of water, I remember drinking 2 cups of tea at lunchtime, as well as a can of coke on my afternoon break. But what the hell, I’m actually kind of thirsty despite the 2 bottles I’ve already finished, so I walk over to the fridge and grab another. As I walk back over to the till, I see Kira walking towards me from the other end of the store. She gives me a big smile. ‘Hey, finally somebody to talk to, I’m bored out of my mind here’ I say laughing. ‘Yeah I bet you are’ she says, before continuing. ‘I need to go over to the office first and sort something out, my wages were wrong so they need to work out how much they owe me. I’ll be back in a bit’. I say OK and watch her go, taking another sip of water, thinking about how desperate I’ll be when she gets back.
15 minutes later, no sign of Kira, and by now I’m absolutely bursting for a piss. I’ve finished the third bottle of water by now and already I’m starting to think it might have been a mistake. My bladder was already filling up pretty rapidly, but that extra bottle has made my body work overtime to get rid of the excess liquid, and my fairly full bladder is now getting more uncomfortable by the minute. Luckily, I haven’t had any customers in a while, so my steadily increasing fidgeting and squirming has gone unnoticed. I’m pretty turned on at my situation, as well as the knowledge that I’m gonna be REALLY desperate in a few minutes time as the third bottle of water hits my bladder, and my cock is bulging in my tight black work trousers. I glance round, and seeing nobody around, I reach down under the till and give my dick a quick squeeze, biting my lip for a second. ‘God, I have to pissssss’ I mutter softly under my breath. I sit and bounce my knees for a few more minutes, resting my hands over my cock, before deciding to get up and walk around for a while to give me something to do.
I grit my teeth as I stand up slowly from my seat, adjusting myself so my erection isn’t as obvious. Now that I’m standing, I can feel the full weight of my bladder and I realise that my need for relief is much more urgent that I first realised. I pace slowly around the store for a few minutes, glancing at the entrance every so often to see if Kira is on her way back yet, but she’s nowhere to be seen. I stop in front of the drinks fridge, crossing my legs and tensing my thighs. Despite all the water I’ve been drinking, my mouth is quite dry already. I bite my lip. Do I risk another bottle? I decide to reach in and take one just in case, opening the cap and taking a sip almost automatically. At that moment, I hear footsteps, and I notice a woman walking towards the till area with a basket full of items. I bite my lip as I walk quickly back to the till, choosing to stand behind the chair instead of sitting down, in the hope that my desperate need for a piss (and rock hard cock) will be easier to hide.
I glance up at her as she places her basket on the till. She’s slim and very attractive, probably in her mid to late 20s, with dark brown hair. ‘Hi’ she says, smiling at me. ‘Hi’ I reply, smiling back, trying not to let on how badly I need to piss. I begin ringing through her items, shifting my weight from foot to foot. ‘It’s really quiet today, where is everyone?’ She asks jokingly. ‘Yeah I know, I’ve been so bored this afternoon’. I reply, and she laughs. Just then, I notice one of the items doesn’t have a price tag on. ‘I just need to phone up to check the price of this’ I say, and walk over to the front desk to grab one of the one of the internal mobile phones we use to call members of staff. I walk back behind my chair and cross my legs as I dial the number for my manager Michelle, biting my lip as I wait for her to answer. I’m really dying for a piss now, my bladder steadily getting fuller and harder as the minutes pass.
‘Hello?’ she answers. I tell her about the item with no price on it, describing it over the phone, and she tells me to wait a minute while she looks up the price. I wait, trying not to fidget about too much, aware of the woman at the till watching me. After a minute or so, Michelle tells me the price. ‘Ok thanks’ I say, then I suddenly have an idea, and I start to blush. ‘Oh actually Michelle, one more thing. Is there anybody that can come and swap with me just for a couple of minutes’ I say, my voice slightly strained. She pauses for a second before answering. ‘Isn’t Kira with you?’ she asks. ‘No, she went to the office to sort out her wages and I haven’t seen her since then.’ Michelle sighs. ‘Ok, no sorry, there’s nobody else to send.’ I bite my lip before I reply. ‘Oh right. It’s just that I’m stuck on a till at the moment and I’m bursting for the toilet’ I say quietly. I bounce up and down on the spot slightly, and the cute woman at the till gives me a sympathetic smile. Michelle laughs. ‘Sorry you’ll just have to hold on until Kira gets back. I’m sure she won’t be much longer.’ I say Ok and put down the phone, extremely turned on at being told I’ll just have to wait, and the knowledge that this gorgeous woman knows how badly I need to piss.
‘Sorry about that’ I say shyly, my face flushed and my dick throbbing. ‘Oh it’s fine, really. It must be awful when you’re bursting for the loo and stuck here on the till. Are they sending somebody to relieve you?’ She asks kindly, watching me shift my weight from foot to foot and lean forward onto the back of the chair. ‘Yeah, she should be here by now though’ I say, biting my lip as I glance towards the entrance. ‘Ohh, do you think she’ll be much longer? I honestly don’t mind waiting here while you go to the loo, if you’re really desperate.’ I notice her looking at the empty water bottles next to the till. ‘That’s really nice of you, but I’m really not allowed to leave the till unattended. I’ll just have to wait’. She nods. ‘Aw, yeah I thought as much. Suppose you’ll just have to cross your legs’ she says laughing. I laugh and nod in agreement, reaching down to give my throbbing cock a quick squeeze, hidden behind the chair. I tell her the total and she pays in cash, and I’m so turned on that it’s difficult to keep my hands steady as I hand her the change. ‘Thanks a lot’ I say, as she takes her bag. ‘Thanks, I hope they don’t keep you waiting too long.’ she says smiling. ‘Yeah, I hope so too, bye!’ I say, my voice strained. ‘Bye’ she says laughing, and walks out towards the exit.
It’s just past 5.30pm when Kira finally turns up. By now I’m constantly pacing the store, occasionally stopping to cross my legs or bend over slightly on the spot, hands pushing into my crotch. I haven’t had to serve any customers since the attractive brown-haired woman, which is lucky because I’d have a hard time hiding how desperately I need the toilet. Every so often, I’ll walk back to the till and stand behind my chair, leaning forward and giving my cock a long, hard squeeze. I’m absolutely frantic to piss by now, my bladder swollen and rock hard with all the bottles of water I’ve drank. Despite how turned on I am at being so achingly desperate, I’m starting to regret drinking so much water and by now will do anything to get to a toilet and relieve my throbbing bladder. I decide to sit down for a while, leaning forwards in my chair, one hand planted firmly between my legs squeezing my rock hard cock, jiggling my legs like crazy. Just then, a cheerful voice interrupts me. ‘Hi!’ Kira says from behind me as she walks towards the till, and I quickly let go of my dick, whipping my hand out from between my legs, starting to blush. She stands on the end of the till where the bags are, grinning at me.
‘Kira can you swap with me for like 2 minutes, I need the toilet SO bad.’ I say shyly, standing up and resting my hands over my lap to hide my bulging erection. As I move towards her she bites her lip and moves so that she’s blocking the way out of the till area, stopping me from getting past. ‘No’ she says, grinning up at me. ‘Oh c’mon, please. I’m really dying for a piss… I’ve been waiting for you to come and take over so I can go’. I say quietly, crossing my legs and pushing my hands down onto my cock. She glances down at my crotch for a second before meeting my pleading gaze. She smirks. ‘Well you’ll just have to wait a bit longer won’t you?’ she says slyly. Before I can say anything else, she reaches out and tickles my sides, making me gasp and squirm out of her grasp. ‘Aw, someone’s ticklish.’ she giggles, watching me bob on the spot. I bite my lip, my cock throbbing with arousal. ‘Ohh please just fucking let me past’ I say quietly. She laughs and shakes her head, and I see her looking over my shoulder. ‘There’s a customer coming’ she says, raising her eyebrows at me.
I sigh and step back behind the chair, and as I glance up I see a cute blonde woman walking towards the till carrying a basket which is full to the brim. I bite my lip, giving my cock a quick squeeze, bending forwards slightly before straightening up again. I glance at Kira and see her watching me, and she flashes me an innocent smile. ‘I hate you so much’ I say quietly, grinning at her. She laughs and sticks out her tongue. ‘Hi there’ the woman says brightly as she reaches to the till. ‘Hi’ I say, struggling to keep the strain out of my voice. I begin to ring through her items as fast as I can, fidgeting from foot to foot and occasionally bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet ever so slightly. My aching need for a piss is extremely distracting and I keep making errors, so despite my rushing it’s taking a while to ring through the woman’s items. I sigh in frustration as I type in a wrong price, quickly deleting it.
‘In a rush?’ the woman asks me, smiling as she notices my frustration. Before I can reply, Kira decides to embarrass me. ‘He’s bursting for a wee but I won’t let him go for one’ she says, grinning at me. The woman laughs. ‘Oh ok, I wondered why he was so fidgety.’ I start to blush, trying to concentrate on getting through the sale as quickly as possible so I can hurry to the toilet and relieve my throbbing bladder. Just then, I realise the last item doesn’t have a price tag on. I sigh loudly in frustration. ‘No price’ I say, handing the item to Kira. ‘Ohh right I know where these are, I’ll just go and quickly check.’ she says, walking around the corner towards the other end of the store. I watch her go, standing in an embarrassed silence.
I blow air through my lips softly and bob up and down a couple of times, rubbing my hand gently over my rock hard bladder. ‘Do you need to go quite badly?’ the woman at the till asks quietly, watching me fidget around. I nod shyly, blushing harder. ‘Yeah… I’m really desperate. I wish I hadn’t drunk so much water earlier’ I say quietly. She laughs. ‘Oh dear, are those all yours?’ she says, gesturing towards the bottles at the side of the till. I bite my lip and nod. ‘Yeah, I was really thirsty earlier on.’ She laughs. ‘Oh god, you must be absolutely bursting. Do you think your manager will keep you waiting for much longer?’ I take a second to realise what she means. ‘Oh, no the girl that went to check a price isn’t my manager.’ I explain, crossing my legs tightly, leaning into the back of the chair, and the woman laughs. ‘Oh, it’s just that she mentioned not letting you go to the loo.’ I laugh shyly and bounce on the spot. ‘Oh right, yeah she’s just teasing me. Hopefully I’ll get to go in a couple of minutes.’
I glance up and see Kira walking back to the till. I meet her eye and bite my lip, my desperation clear in my expression. She flashes me a quick grin as she walks back round to the side of the till. She tells me the price and I finish the sale. The woman hands me her credit card. I bite my lip, realising that I’ll have to wait just a little bit longer, as the card machines are stupidly slow. I enter the amount and the woman enters her pin. The machine starts the painfully slow process of processing the card and printing the receipt. I sigh impatiently and turn to Kira. ‘Kira, please could you finish off the sale so I can go?’ I say, my voice pleading. ‘Go where?’ she asks innocently, raising her eyebrows, and the woman laughs. I bounce from foot to foot and grab my cock for a second, fighting the fierce urge to urinate. ‘The toilet.’ I say quietly. ‘Please.’ I add, my voice strained. She shakes her head. ‘No’ she says simply, grinning from ear to ear.
I sigh in frustration and bite my lip, turning back to the machine to tear off the first receipt, and press the button to print off the customer copy. ‘I thought you were his manager at first, not letting him go to the loo’ the woman says laughing. Kira grins. ‘Oh no, I wish I was though. If I was his manager I’d have so much fun.’ she says, meeting my eye and giving me a cheeky smile. I don’t respond, instead I just focus on trying to stand still and keeping my hands off my cock as I tear off the receipt, handing it to the customer. ‘Thanks’ I say quietly as she takes her bag of items. ‘Thanks very much. I hope she lets you go to the loo soon’ she says, grinning at Kira. ‘Oh I’ve not decided yet, I think he can wait a bit longer.’ she says cheekily. The woman laughs and starts to walk out of the store. I watch her go, biting my lip. As soon as she’s out of sight, I rush forward and try to get out of the till area, but Kira’s too quick for me, and she quickly steps in front of me, blocking my path.
‘Oh my god MOVE, I need a fucking piss.’ I moan, trying to squeeze past her, but she pushes me back. She giggles as I bend over with my hands between my thighs. ‘I think you’re faking it, you’re probably just trying to get out of doing work.’ she says, folding her arms across her chest. I shake my head. ‘I’m not… seriously, I need to piss really fucking bad.’ I say desperately, straightening up and pushing my hands into my crotch to cover my bulging erection. I am totally frantic for relief by now, trying desperately not to piss myself in front of her, but so turned on I can barely keep my voice steady. She giggles. ‘Prove it.’ I look at her and bite my lip, bouncing from foot to foot. ‘Er, how?’. She steps towards me. ‘Think of something.’ I raise my eyebrows. ‘Like what? Kira just let me past...’ I plead, but she shakes her head. She takes another step towards me. ‘Think of something, or I’m not letting you out.’ she says, watching me closely with a smirk on her face. Just then, I get an idea. I bite my lip and glance around to check that there’s nobody about, and lift up my polo shirt, showing my waistband and stomach.
‘OK look how full my fucking bladder is, see? Can I please go for a piss now?’ I say quietly, my face red with embarrassment. She giggles as she looks down at my swollen bladder, bulging out against the tight waistband of my trousers. I’m holding my shirt up with one hand, and the other is resting over my crotch to hide my erection. I suddenly get a really, really desperate urge to piss, and I bite my lip, squeezing my cock tightly for a few seconds, moaning softly under my breath. Kira sees this and laughs at me. ‘Ok I believe you. Aw… look at you all desperate and holding yourself, you look like you’re gonna wee on the floor.’ ‘Oh god Kira just shut up and me past’ I say frantically, letting go of my shirt and trying to get past her. She steps aside to let me out, but just as I’m squeezing past her she reaches out and presses on my bladder, making me gasp in urgency. I reach down with both hands and squeeze my cock hard, bending over and moaning softly. She giggles and begins to tickle me relentlessly, and I desperately try to get past her, pushing her away with one hand while the other is wrapped tightly around my throbbing dick.
‘Gonna wet yourself?’ she asks playfully as I fight to squirm out of her grasp, her nails digging into my sides, her playful touch tormenting me and making my bladder throb worse than ever. ‘Ohhh I actually hate you’ I say laughing, trying to push her hands away. After a few seconds I get free and hurry out of the till area, walking quickly towards the staff toilets located at the other end of the store. ‘Try not to piss yourself.’ she says as I walk off, sticking her tongue out at me. I ignore her and bite my lip, focusing on holding on for just another minute. I can feel my rock hard bladder inside me, and I can’t wait to finally release all the liquid I’ve been holding for what feels like forever. On the way to the toilets I see my manager, Michelle, who smiles at me as I walk past. ‘Been to the loo yet?’ she asks, and I laugh and shake my head, stopping and crossing my legs, bending forwards slightly. ‘I’m going now, I’m really, really desperate.’ I say quickly, and she laughs. ‘Hurry up and go then! Before a customer asks you to help them’. I laugh and hurry past, biting my lip as I get closer and closer to relief.
I turn the corner and hurry into the office where the staff toilet is located, my bladder throbbing. As I open the office door, I moan softly under my breath in pure frustration, briefly grabbing my aching cock. The door to the staff toilet is blocked by a ‘Caution: Wet Floor’ sign, and there’s two people queuing to get in. A curvy teenage girl named Jess who works in the cafe is at the front, bouncing up and down on the spot and dancing from foot to foot, and a young dark-haired woman called Kelly who works as a supervisor is standing behind her with her legs tightly crossed. I bite my lip and join the back of the queue, crossing my legs and resting my hands against the crotch of my trousers, wondering how long I’ll have to wait before I can finally relieve myself. Kelly turns to me and gives me a quick smile. ‘The cleaner’s in there, she said she won’t be long, just a couple of minutes at the most.’ I nod, trying to hide how desperately I need to piss. Jess turns round, her cheeks flushed. ‘I wish she’d hurry up, I really need a wee’ she says quietly, crossing her legs tightly and biting her lip. Kelly laughs. ‘And me, I’ve been bursting for the loo all afternoon.’ ‘Yeah same, I’ve been stuck on a till for ages, only just got a chance to go’ I say shyly, my voice strained, giving my cock another quick squeeze.
After 2 minutes of standing in awkward silence, the cleaner finally comes out of the toilet and removes the sign, and Jess gratefully rushes inside. I shift from foot to foot anxiously, blowing air through my lips. I really, really have to piss, desperate to empty my rock hard bladder after holding on for so long. I bite my lip and squeeze my cock tightly, keeping an eye on Kelly to make sure she doesn’t look round. I consider asking her if I could go in front of her, but I’m way too embarrassed, and besides, she looks pretty desperate. She’s fidgeting around, crossing and uncrossing her legs, biting her lip. After another minute or so of waiting, she sighs in frustration, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. ‘Ohh, god I need a wee so bad’ she says quietly, crossing her legs again and folding her arms across her chest, looking longingly at the locked toilet door. I laugh sympathetically. ‘Yeah me too.’ If only she knew how close I was to leaking piss into my boxers. She leans forward and knocks on the toilet door. ‘Please hurry up Jess, we’re bursting out here’ she says anxiously. Just then, we hear the faint whir of the hand-dryer, and a few seconds later, Jess comes out the toilet with a big relieved smile on her face.
‘Sorry for knocking but I’m seriously about to wet myself’ Kelly says laughing, hurrying past her into the toilet. Jess laughs, gives me a quick smile and walks out the office, leaving me alone outside the locked toilet door. I bite my lip and unzip my work trousers, relieving some of the pressure on my swollen bladder. I moan quietly under my breath, grabbing my cock tightly through my boxers, bending forwards. ‘God I have to pisssssss’ I mutter, bouncing up and down in urgency. I really hope Kelly doesn’t take too long, as I’m not sure how much longer I can keep my trousers dry. I’m also turned on like crazy, my face flushed and my heart pounding, but longing to get into the toilet and finally have an extremely relieving piss. I begin to pace up and down the quiet office, hand still firmly wrapped around my cock. ‘Oh cmon cmon cmon’ I say quietly, desperately wishing Kelly would get out of the toilet. Suddenly, the office door opens, catching me by surprise, and I quickly take my hand off my cock.
I glance round and see Michelle. I start to blush. Damn, I hope she didn’t see me pacing around, holding myself. She smiles at me as she enters. ‘Oh hi again, still waiting for the toilet?’ she says laughing. I nod, biting my lip. ‘Yeah, the cleaner was in there and there was a queue, I’ve been waiting forever’ I say desperately. She glances down and sees my open fly, then meets my eye and grins at me. ‘Sorry, I’m bursting’ I say shyly, crossing my legs and clasping my hands over my crotch. I blush harder, really embarrassed about my manager seeing me in this desperate state, with my fly undone and my hard cock bulging in my trousers. ‘It’s ok’ she says, laughing as she walks over to a desk in the corner of the office. I grit my teeth and start to bounce up and down, legs still crossed, squeezing my hard cock ever few seconds. I keep one eye on Michelle to make sure she doesn’t see me squirming, but she’s sitting at the desk doing paperwork and doesn’t pay me much attention.
After another minute or so of waiting, I hear the familiar sound of the hand-dryer. My swollen bladder is throbbing, the pressure making me moan softly under my breath. I’m constantly squeezing my dick to help me hold on. I bend forwards, gritting my teeth. I can’t remember the last time I had to piss this badly, and the only thing I want more than anything in the world is to get inside the toilet and relieve myself with a long, hard piss. ‘Ohh c’mon please hurry up’ I moan quietly, stamping my foot on the floor in frustration. Michelle turns around, laughing at my obvious desperation. ‘Who’s in there?’ she asks, grinning. ‘Kelly’ I say quietly, leaning back against the wall and crossing my legs tightly, trying not to fidget too much now Michelle is watching me. She laughs. ‘You’ve got ages to wait yet, she’s probably gonna take forever fixing her make-up or something’. I sigh in frustration, bouncing on the spot. ‘Oh god, I hope not’ I say, eyes fixed on the toilet door, willing Kelly to open it so I can get in and piss.
Two minutes later, and Kelly still isn’t out. I’m bent over, one hand squeezing my cock, the other resting against the wall, bouncing frantically up and down on the balls of my feet with my legs tightly crossed. I’m regretting drinking all that water, because although I’m turned on, I’m right on the brink of wetting myself in front of my manager. Suddenly, I lose control for a second, and a hot spurt of pee leaks into my boxers. I gasp, squeezing my cock frantically to stop the flow. ‘Told you she’d take ages’ Michelle says, glancing around at me, watching me hold myself. Trying to ignore Michelle, I moan softly and knock quietly on the toilet door. ‘Just a second!’ Kelly shouts from inside. ‘Kelly please can you hurry up, I’m so desperate for the toilet’ I say urgently, my voice strained. I know that I have less than a minute before I lose control completely and soak my work trousers, making a puddle on the office floor, and I know I’d never live it down. I step back from the door and thrust both hands between my legs, biting my lip, not caring about Michelle seeing me.
After about half a minute of desperately trying not to piss myself, at long last Kelly opens the door, laughing when she sees me bent over and holding my cock in pure desperation. ‘Oh god I’m so sorry, my eyeliner was smudged so I had to fix it. If I knew how badly you had to go I wouldn’t have took so long!’ she says sympathetically. ‘No it’s ok don’t worry about it’ I say quickly, hurrying past her into the toilet, slamming the door behind me. I bounce up and down frantically as I fumble with the lock, and suddenly I feel another long spurt of piss soak the front of my boxers. ‘Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I’m wetting myself’ I mutter, locking the door and rushing in front of the toilet, lifting up the lid and quickly pulling my hard cock out of my boxers. I start to piss almost immediately, a long stream of urine loudly splashing into the toilet below. ‘Oh godddddd’ I moan loudly in sheer relief, closing my eyes and looking up at the ceiling, not caring about anyone in the office hearing.
After wetting hard for over a minute, the last few drops trickle out, and I sigh loudly with relief. I glance down at the front of my boxers, seeing a couple of damp patches, but nothing major. Nobody will ever know just how close I came to not making it to the toilet. I flush and wash my hands, and walk out into the office wearing an embarrassed grin. ‘You look relieved’ Michelle says, laughing as I walk past. ‘Yeah, I really needed that’ I say shyly, leaving the office and heading back to the tills. The rest of the afternoon is as boring as ever. Kira teases me a few times about how badly I had to piss, and laughs when I tell her how long I had to wait before I could finally get into the toilet. It’ll be a while before I decide to purposefully make myself desperate at work again, that’s for sure. |
I don't watch a lot of Cleveland Show so this was a little harder for me to do but it was still fun and I hope you guys enjoy
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Finishing off another one of Rallo’s juice pouches, Donna set the empty container atop the dryer and went back to loading the washing machine. Colors first, since there was more of them, all haphazardly tossed into the washer. This was probably her third load of the day and between checking up on her son and doing the laundry, Donna was starting to get tired. She hadn’t even had time to take a break, only pausing for short periods to eat some snacks and drink juice.
“Rallo!” Flaring her nostrils, Donna screeched out her son’s name from inside the kitchen. She waited a few minutes for him to peek his head into the room, a grin on his face as though he could charm his way out of this. Pointing at a small puddle of liquid pooled on one of the kitchen chairs, Donna let out a huff,
“What the hell is this, Rallo?”
“Well that, mother, would be piss.”
“Don’t you sass me! I mean why is there pee on the chair? You know you’re supposed to tell me when you need to go.” Frustrated, Donna grabbed a hand towel from off the top of her laundry basket and began to mop up the puddle.
“Well Roberta gave me a juice every time I asked.”
“Oooooh that girl. Don’t she know you’ll go through thirty damn pairs of underwear if you drink every time you want…” The mother muttered under her breath, trailing off as she finished soaking up the urine. Standing up straight, Donna winced as she felt a small pressure in her stomach. It’d been a while since she last peed but at the moment she had more important things to do. Storming her way upstairs, the buxom mother forced open her daughter’s bedroom door.
Roberta jumped at the sudden noise, sitting up in her bed to question her mother. She had barely opened her mouth before Donna started scolding her, “Roberta! What have I told you about giving so much juice to Rallo!” Shrugging her shoulders, Roberta fully intended on laying back down and listening to music when her mother grabbed her wrist and yanked her up.
“Oh no, come on, you’re gonna help me do this laundry,” Pulling her behind her, Donna kept her grip firm. The sudden jerking made Roberta aware of how much liquid she’d drunken through the day, her stomach sloshing uncomfortably.
“Dang mama can’t I go to the bathroom first?”
“You can go after this is done.” Huffing to herself, she trailed behind her mother in silence. There was nothing to say once her mama was set on something.
Shifting from side to side, Roberta continued to place clothes in the washing machine. How was she so desperate so fast? Glancing over to her mother, she rolled her eyes. Donna seemed to have to pee just as bad, when she thought Roberta wasn’t looking she had one hand between her legs while she pulled clothes out of the dryer. More than once the sound of both ladies sucking air through their teeth permeated the room along with the shifting of legs and soft groans. Roberta placed a hand on her exposed stomach, feeling the way it bulged out more than usual. God it felt like she was about to pee right there! Hurrying with the last few dirty clothes, the young woman quickly shut the washing machine and fiddled with the settings. Turning it on, she quickly darted back up the stairs, not even bothering to say bye to her mother. Her legs twisted around themselves as she stumbled towards the bathroom, her body practically screaming at her to let go.
It took Donna another several minutes to finish fishing out the clothes in the dryer to put them in the bin. Her stomach felt like a rock and she couldn’t stop rubbing her fingers against her crotch. Wiping the sweat from her brow, Donna finally decided she couldn’t wait anymore. Keeping her hand between her thighs, she carefully shuffled her way out of the laundry room towards the bathroom. Getting up the stairs was awful and more than once her body betrayed her, leaking pee for a few seconds and making her thin panties damp.
Her stomach nearly dropped when she noticed the door was closed. Clenching her teeth, she jiggled the door handle to no avail. Locked! Roberta must have beat her to it. Keeping one hand between her legs and swaying her wide hips from side to side, the older woman tried desperately to figure out what to do. Biting her full lower lip, an idea struck Donna. Squeezing her thick thighs one more time, she hurriedly made her way to the master bedroom. Carefully locking the door behind her, she shuffled to the closet, groaning as she looked around for that one item. Her eyes caught sight of shiny plastic and she felt bladder throb at the thought of release. Crossing her legs one over the other, Donna used both hands to reach the top shelf for the bright white and blue potty. They’d used it to potty train Rallo and she was suddenly very grateful she’d kept it.
Placing it on the closet floor, Donna pressed her hands against her crotch as her bladder tensed and forced several spurts of urine out. Once she got control of herself, she quickly pulled down her sweatpants; almost as soon as she squatted over the small potty her body gave in, pee spraying out rapidly. The stream was thick, hitting the plastic potty loudly and while the mother was embarrassed and felt her cheeks grow warm, she couldn’t deny the relief she was feeling.
Unlike her mother, however, Roberta was having trouble. Although she had gotten into the bathroom first, as she pulled down her zipper, it got caught. Her pants, tight enough to show off her firm ass, clung to her so tightly she wasn’t able to just pull them over her hips. Squirming in front of the toilet, Roberta struggled to get her jeans unzipped. With her thighs pressed together, she groaned and whined while tugging on the stuck zip. Despite how tense she was, more and more pee was beginning to leak out of her, dampening her panties further and trailing down the insides of her pants legs and staining the denim a darker blue.
“N-no!” Gasping, the dark skinned girl tried and failed to stem the steady flow of pee. Finally giving in, she turned around and sat herself on the toilet with her pants still up. Her muscles gave way and pee gushed through the material, warming her bottom as pee spread through the rest of her jeans. “Ugh!! This is all your fault!” Her voice was strained from exhaustion but at least she could finally relax. As her stream trickled down to nothing, she stood from the toilet and inspected the damage. Looking in the mirror, the entire back of her jeans were wet with piss, the insides of the legs were darkened, and even in the front there was a wet patch on her crotch. Ugh, Federline was never allowed to find out about this… |
So this story, has been on my computer since last year on and off writing it. I had forgotten about it. But I found it today and finished it. And I hope you like it. Of course it's Harry Potter...duh...lol. It's Severus and Sirius. It's not slash, its not pre slash..it could be something if I chose to make it that way, howver I'm leaving it like this. Anyway I hope you like it, it has profanity...but we're all mature enough.
A Walk in his Shoes
Severus couldn’t believe what Albus had done this time. He knew the old man had really outdone himself and he hated that he was in the middle of it. Why the man felt that everyone should get along was beyond him, At the moment he was trying not to curse the man across from him. Not that he really could, as Albus had taken both of their wands away as if they were nothing more then children.
The reason Severus was seething so was because of the man directly across the couch In front of him was none other then Sirius Black. True Black hadn’t done anything to him yet, but Severus was uncomfortable and he knew it was only a matter of time anyways. He was unarmed and he felt vulnerable because he was sure that Black wasn’t fully sane, everyone knew that.
Which is why he kept his dark gaze unrelenting on the man. The other man was laying on the couch, and Severus could see his fists clenching and unclenching every few seconds. Severus hated staying in Grimmauld Place for any particular time so he knew that Black himself was going crazy. That was really the only thing they agreed on. He sighed, and kept up with his watching.
Sirius sighed as he stared at the ceiling, of all the rooms he was locked up in it had to be the parlor. He had HATED this place when he was child, there was no type of fun colors in it, and it just made him want to scream. He shook his head, it wasn’t even his fault technically. Thanks to Snivellus over there, they were locked in. And all because the death eater couldn’t hold his tongue. Granted Sirius knew that he shouldn’t have riled him up, but he couldn’t help it. Being around Severus had always got his blood boiling. He hadn’t yet divulged in it to see in what way the man always got his blood boiling, and just fed on the rage he had at the man when they were boys in school. So far they had been locked in the parlor for an hour, but his stomach was already starting to feel the the effects. Especially since he could smell Mrs. Weasley making lunch and he was stuck in here with no way to get it. He growled to himself before turning his gaze to the man startled to find him looking at him.
“See something you like Snivellus,” Sirius sneered.
Severus raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanged as he continued to stare at the man. “In your dreams Black,” he spat out.
“You wish, you're the one who was into boys at school,” Sirius said with a smirk. Being Gay didn’t bother him as he was man of good taste and he preferred both male and female partners. He always knew what to say to get under someone's skin, especially Snape's and this time was no different. He was rewarded when the usually man's pale face went a light pink in what looked like embarrassment.
“Shut up, you don’t know anything,” Severus said , his voice dangerously low.
“I know more then you think, have you forgotten I walked in on you and a certain Ravenclaw boy doing the dirty in a closet at Hogwarts, 6th year?” Sirius said snickering in remembrance,
Severus gritted his teeth, but he was able to control his temper. He didn’t want to respond, to give the man more ammo to use against him. Not to mention Severus Snape was not a man to lose his temper, especially not in front of people who would pounce on you in a moment's weakness. He shook his head for a moment to clear it before turning his gaze to the window. He stayed quiet for a while, using the time to clear his mind the best he could. He idly wondered when he was sure an hour had gone if Albus was planning on letting them starve as he too was getting hungry.
But it didn’t matter as soon as he had the thought Dobby appeared and set down two trays. He didn’t bother to ask why Kreacher wasn’t delivering it. He didn’t like that house elf and didn’t put it pass it to poison him in its haste to poison it's master, Black. He grabbed his tray and turned back to his window as he started eating, he didn’t bother to see if the other man had grabbed his own food.
About 2 hours after lunch, Severus was back to mentally writing in his potion’s manual, but was still keeping an eye on Black, which is why he saw it. He was observing the man, just in case he tried to pull a fast one him. It never hurt to be prepared, especially if one was locked in the same room as their enemy. The man suddenly shifted in his seat, which wasn’t unusual, but the grimace that came with it had him watching the man even closer then he already was. He was rewarded when Sirius blew out an irritated breath before getting up and walking over to the Parlor door.
Severus watched, interested in the whole scene. As he had tried to open the door earlier, only to find it locked and any attempt to try to open it the muggle way of all things, had a nice surprise for the one doing it.
“What the hell are you doing Black? You know as well as I do that Albus locked the door,” he said in an obviously amused tone.
Sirius frowned as he looked at Severus, he wasn’t about to confide in the other man because he had no desire to get teased for having to do something natural. He bounced a bit on his toes before knocking on the door feeling ridiculous.
“Headmaster? If you're out there, could you please open the door?” Sirius requested quickly, putting his ear to the door to see if anyone was out there. He sighed loudly, making sure that the front of his body was turned before giving himself a quick squeeze in the crotch.
Unfortunately for him Dumbledore was discussing something with Moody, and as the alarms that he put around the room hadn’t gone off he knew that whatever it was that Sirius wanted could wait. Due to the privacy charm only he was able to hear either man.
Severus who had long since accomplished watching Black without the other noticing the majority of the time, saw the move for what it was and he smirked to himself. He ignored the heat that pooled in the pit of his stomach, at just the thought before speaking. He couldn’t resist, embarrassing the other man was his favorite past time.
“Is there a problem Black?” Severus asked, not even trying to keep the glee out of his voice.
“There's no problem Snivellus, leave me alone,” Sirius stated quickly, leaning his head on the door in frustration.
“Well it looks to me like you have a problem. Or how else can you explain the fact that you are playing with yourself?” Severus said a wide evil grin overtaking his face.
Sirius blushed crimson as he turned to look at the man in horror. “Fuck no! I would never jerk off in here with you of all people. The last thing I need is a perverted son of a bitch like you peeping at my package,” he said enraged as he glared at the other man.
Severus was angry and a little bit hurt, not at the fact that Sirius insulted him, but for what he was sure the other man was insinuating. Which is why, he found himself speaking his anger giving way to his hurt before he had a chance to think about it.
“Just so you know, you ignorant piece of shit. Being gay wasn’t a choice, I wished everyday in school that I was straight. I don’t need insensitive pricks like you telling me what my father thought of me each and every day of my life. Just because I'm gay doesn't make me a fucking pervert,” Severus said angrily before getting up to pace. He made his way to the other side of the room just wanting a moment to himself and unable to find it. Damn it, why had he reacted so strongly, why the hell had he given Black more ammunition to use against him. He hated the man, and himself for it. Why would he give his tormentor something else to use against him?
Sirius wasn’t as dense as people usually thought, nor was he bigoted. He was about some things, but sexuality as well as blood status wasn’t one of those. He stared at the tensed shoulders of the other man's and knew that he had made a big mistake. He liked to rile the other man up because of reasons he refused to think on, or even try to explain. He sighed before squaring his shoulders.
“Snape, could you turn around for a second?” Sirius asked quietly, as he shifted a bit desperately on his feet.
Severus ignored him, his pacing increasing at the thought of the man coming over him and invading his personal bubble. He sighed before shaking his head, he should have known honestly, how Black was going to react. He shouldn’t have lost his temper like that. He just knew in his heart that Black was now going to joke about what he had accidentally blurted out in his rage. He was so stupid!
“Dammit Snape, turn around! I need to say something,” Sirius yelled out finally. It didn’t take a genius to know that his other words had upset the other man. And yes he loved having a one up on Snape, he couldn’t stop the guilt. He wasn’t making fun of the man's sexuality and he needed him to know that. He grinned inwardly, who knew the slimy Slytherin had feelings!
“Anything you have to say, I have no wish to hear it,” Severus said quietly as he stared out the window, wanting nothing more but to be free and out of this hell. He idly wondered if he could apparate out of here, before realizing that that idea wasn’t plausible. Not that this was his house, but Albus had probably put up wards.
“Well, you're gonna hear it, because I'm only going to say this once,” Sirius told him curtly. “And I don’t care if you scoff at me. You're going to accept it,” he told him boldly
“What is it Black?” Severus asked reluctantly, he was curious now on what the man had to say.
“I wasn’t making fun of you being gay, I don’t care about that. And I wanted you to know that I'm sorry,” Sirius said quickly.
Severus for his part was floored, as he looked at the other man for a hint of amusement in his feature to let him know that this was all a joke. He couldn’t see any type of smile, the man was serious and he was at a loss at what to say. He had never expected the other man to say something like this, and to him of all people.
“So yeah, that's is,” Sirius said awkwardly before blowing out his breath agitatedly. He felt like his stomach had expanded with all the liquid inside of him, not to mention on top of the fact that he wasn’t sure if Severus would accept his apology or not and that bothered him surprisingly. He grimaced before turning back around to face the wall, shifting his weight as he tried to ignore the hurt feeling.
He didn’t go around giving apologies lightly and when he did give them, he expected them to be accepted. Sirius refused to dwell on it, as he had other things he really needed to take care. He moaned softly to himself, starting to bounce a bit as he realized that his situation was turning even more urgent then he had thought.
Severus sighed as he glanced back over at the other man, who he could see looked way to tensed at the moment. He wasn’t up for holding grudges as he had never heard such a heartfelt apologize and if all else failed, he could use this against Black in the future.
“I accept your apology,” Severus muttered softly.
“Thank you, now do you think that you could think of a way to get us out of here?” Sirius asked, turning around to look at the other man worriedly.
“Why are you asking me?” Severus asked carefully.
“Because you're a Slytherin and you always know how to get out of places. C'mon Snape, just help me out for once,” Sirius pleaded desperately.
“What's so important that you need to do that you're asking me for help?” Severus asked, a bit confused by the man's behavior not to mention he was defiantly suspicious.
“I just want to get out of here, same as you,” Sirius said quickly, as he squirmed in place.
“No it's got to be more then that,” Severus said, his index finger tapping his chin as he examined the man as if he was a potion. “You're doing the same dance Potter was doing during last week's potion's exam,” he told him casually.
Severus was a teacher and he was sure he knew what was wrong with the man. He sighed, though he hated the man on the best of days, he couldn’t find it in himself to be happy about this. They were both in the same situation and this could have been him for all he knew.
Sirius frowned, as he contemplated what that meant. “What turned out to be wrong with Harry?” He tried to ask casually.
“I pull him out of the classroom and told him he was old enough to ask for the toilet, if he needed it,” Severus told him briskly.
“He needed the loo?” Sirius asked softly.
“Quite badly, the same as you do I believe,” Severus replied in the same tone.
“Did he ask?” Sirius murmured, wondering what happened to his godson, he was choosing to ignore what the Slytherin had said about him. He was going to deny everything if he was directly asked.
“No he didn’t ask, he was in to much of a desperate state to even voice his question. I sent him off to the toilet and then gave him a lecture after class,” Severus told him.
“You actually let Harry go?” Sirius asked in disbelief. He had a reason because the man in front of him hated all Gryffindors, including Sirius and Harry the most. He figured the man would hold this over the boy's head until he embarrassed him, since Snape wasn’t above public humiliation.
“Contrary to popular belief, I do have a beating heart. Using the toilet, is a natural function, that everyone does. I'm not going to punish the boy over that,” Severus told him as he stared him down as Sirius looked fit to burst as if he couldn’t believe who he was talking too.
“Who are you and what the fuck have you done with Snape?” Sirius said warily as he moved to put as much space between him and the other man.
“Are you thick Black? I am Snape,” Severus told him dryly. He couldn’t understand how they could go from a conversation to Black randomly telling him, he wasn’t who we was supposed to be. Granted he could see where the man was coming from, but he wasn’t about to say that.
“You're an imposter, the Snape I know would never let Harry use the toilet. And he would never have a civilized conversation with me,” Sirius said feeling afraid at the thought that an imposter had somehow made it past Dumbledore.
Severus sighed as he looked at the man. “That is the dumbest thing, I have heard you say all day Black. Of course its me,” Severus told him in the same tone one used when speaking with small children.
“Then prove it,” Sirius said, one hand absently going to his crotch to hold himself, as he looked at the other man fearfully. He didn’t know what he would do if the imposter Snape, turned to attack him. He knew already that he would probably piss his pants, and then what.
“You overgrown child, and how exactly do you want me to do that?” Severus asked, his eyes narrowing as he took in the other man's current stance.
“Tell me something only Snape would know about me or Harry or something,” Sirius rushed out before, turning to bang on the door once more. He whined as he paced in front of the door before going over to the window. He refused to even look at the plant, next to him, knowing that if Snape hadn’t been in the room, he would had made use of it long ago.
Severus blew out a breath before retelling the story about Harry's 3rd year when they were all in the shrieking shack. He told his point of view that no one else could know, so Sirius knew that this was the same man.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” Sirius wondered out loud as he moved his hand to try to open the window. He hissed at the pressure in his bladder before he was bending at the waist.
Severus had been about to answer when he saw the current stance the man was now sporting. He had no patience, after being locked in the same room with Black it was a wonder he was still sane or that they were both alive for that matter.
“Honestly Black, use the bloody plant next to you,” Severus told him in an exasperated tone.
“No, this is the parlor, you just don’t do that. And besides you're in here with me,” Sirius said embarrassingly as he straightened up once the spasm had passed.
“I'm not going to be looking at you. Contrary to belief despite my preferences I am not attracted to every male that I see,” Severus said dryly.
Sirius blushed, before he felt something akin to hurt in his chest. He shook the feeling away, what did he care that Snape wasn’t attracted to him? He couldn’t help however the prickle of tears on the backs of his eyes, and he groaned in annoyance. What the bloody fuck was wrong with him? This was Snivellus for Merlin's sake! He shook his head in irritation trying to brush off the stupid hurt feeling before the other man could see it. There was a reason Snape was a spy for the order, he was damn good at seeing things other people missed; among other things.
Sirius quickly turned his face away from the man and rested his head on the door. His heart was hurting at that the thought that Snape really didn’t find him attractive. If he wasn’t lying to himself, he knew that the Slytherin was fit in his opinion but he would deny that if anyone else asked. He sighed but couldn’t bring himself to turn around.
Severus wasn’t completely clueless, he had watched the Gryffindor's face when he had told him he wasn’t attracted to him and the man was hurt. Anyone with eyes could see that. Severus couldn’t understand why to be honest as he was the greasy Slytherin. Shouldn't Black be happy that he wasn’t attracted to him? Severus didn’t allow himself to think on It right there, choosing to put it away for later when he was out of here and away from everything, most importantly Black. Severus sighed before he continued to pace the room, watching the man getting desperate with each passing moment. He tried his best to ignore him as Black had ignored his advice of using the plant like he suggested. He wasn’t sure how long it had been as he had been getting lost in his thoughts when he heard the low groan.
“Black?” He asked questioningly.
Sirius whined before bouncing up and down. He inwardly shook his head. Groaning in humiliation. It had been a while since he had let himself get this desperate and he didn’t like it. He turned to face the plant and nearly keeled over as he felt his bladder started to contract.
“Turn around! Don't look, you promised!” Sirius said urgently as he shoved up his robe to reveal his trousers. He jumped up and down, getting more and more agitated that his button wasn’t coming off as easy as it should have. He didn’t stop to think that sweaty and frantic hands weren't the key to undoing the metal button so he didn’t stop his motions.
Severus true to his words had turned around. Shaking his head ridiculously at the man's childish words but never commenting on them. He sighed as he was now staring out the window. He couldn’t help it, if he could see the other man's reflection in the glass. Which was a good thing when you looked at it, as he could see the other man struggling. He had to bite his hand, knowing his comment wouldn’t be appreciated and he vaguely wondered if the man would refuse his help.
“Black do you want me to do it?” Severus found himself asking anyway about a minute later.
It was becoming harder and harder to ignore the desperate man behind him. Not to mention Severus was confused at the state of his body. He felt a wave of arousal go through him and had no idea why. Surely he wasn’t getting turned on by the man's plight was he?
“No bloody way!” Sirius replied instantly, his face taking on a flushed color. He was obviously embarrassed that Snape could hear him struggling. He whined before doubling over at the waist, both of his hands firmly clutching his crotch for dear life.
“It's either that, or you piss yourself then. Good luck explaining that to Albus when he lets us out of here. And I know for a fact that he won't be alone, everyone will be trying to see if we killed each other or not,” Severus said dryly, but he hadn't turned around yet. And he wouldn't until the Gryffindor told him he could.
Sirius was in a frenzy as he thought over the Slytherin's words and he knew the man was right in all instances. He gasped loudly getting knocked out of his thoughts as he felt a rush of warmth hit the front of his underwear. “Shit!” He hissed out anxiously as he jumped in place. He had resorted to a method he hadn't used since he was a child and had clearly waited too long to use the toilet.
“Black, if you would just allow me to assist you,” Severus said in a bored tone, though inwardly he could barely control himself. He was so glad for his heavy robe over his trousers, so the man couldn't see just how 'excited' he had gotten. He would die of embarrassment if that should ever happen.
Sirius groaned at the suggestion but he was slowly wetting himself and he clearly needed help. If it had of been Remus he would have long said yes to the help, but since this was Snape he didn’t want the man that close to him, nor that part of his anatomy. It was an irrational thought but he couldn't honestly put it pass the man not to do something to him, or hit him there. It was just so horrific, but he knew his options were looking pretty bleak at the moment. He nodded jerkily before he forced himself to speak.
“Fine, come help me please,” Sirius said frantically as he as he turned around in an anxious circle.
Severus was quickly striding across the parlor where he batted the man's hands away without a second thought. The first thing he was aware as he bent down was that his hands were touching wet fabric and that Black was clenching his shoulder. He raised an eyebrow at that before realizing that the man needed to hold something as he had pushed his hands away. He sighed as he quickly popped the button off in his haste. He gave his trademark smirk as he stood up.
“There,” he said gesturing for the man to do his deed. It was in that moment when Sirius made to turn to face the plant when the doors opened.
“Fuck,” Sirius breathed out, as he had just pulled himself out of his pants, and was squeezing himself for all he was worth. “Get them out of here,” he hissed to the man.
Severus shook his head, and stood in front of the man, blocking his view from Albus, and the rest of the order, including Potter and his friends. He grimaced as he looked at the Headmaster. “As you can see, we haven't killed each other, is there any other reason you all are staring at me?” He drawled.
“Oh stuff it Severus, you know why we're looking at you. We're trying to see what's wrong with Sirius? What did you do?” Remus asked with a sigh as he tried to get a look at his friend.
“He didn’t do anything, get out of here. All of you!” Sirius yelled out.
“Why Sirius? Are you okay?” Harry asked worriedly as he stepped inside the room, avoiding the glare his Professor was giving him.
“Harry I'm fine, I'll explain later. But please just leave,” Sirius pleaded.
“Why? If you're really fine, why won't you look at me?” Harry asked softly.
“Fuck,” Sirius moaned out as he felt the last of his control slipping. “Shit,” he whispered out as he felt his bladder painfully contract and the next thing he knew he was wetting a steady stream into the plant below unable to help it.
Severus was frowning as he looked at Albus, their eyes coneccting as he allowed the man to read his surface thoughts.
“Oh! Dear me, I'm sorry my boys,” Albus said a red tint gracing his face as he quickly shut the door, ignoring the shouts of his companions wondering what he was doing. The only problem was, Harry was still in the parlor so he was closed in too.
“Oh thank Merlin, he closed it,” Sirius breathed out as he visibly relaxed and allowed his forceful stream to continue.
“Yes, however Potter is still in the room,” Severus told the man quietly.
“What?!” Sirius said in a choked horror. He sighed, turning around slightly to look at his godson who was almost as red as the Weaseley hair.
“Sorry!” Harry said obviously embarrassed at this point.
“Just don’t talk Potter,” Severus said quietly, wondering if it could truly get anymore awkward then this.
He shook his head as the man behind him released a fart, and groaned, as the smell penetrated the room. Yes indeed it could, however he couldnt for the life of him, rid himself of the small smile at the situation. He had not expected this when they got locked in the room earlier. And a part of him realized that it really wasnt all that bad, and maybe just maybe he could tolerate Black. One day maybe. |
Hello, everyone! It's been quite a while since I have posted anything to this site. However, I have this new chapter story. I've already posted the first chapter on another website here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1573955/chapters/3341402. However, since it's an omorashi story, it's pretty logical to post it here, too. I'm not quite sure how many Sherlock fans there are on the website, but hopefully all of you who are fans (or not) will enjoy this.
The summary of the story is basically this: Sherlock and John fly to New York to help a friend of Lestrade solve a series of puzzling murders. On the way, John finds out quite an embarrassing secret of Sherlock's, which leads to a rather embarrassing event for the detective. With John now knowing about Sherlock's problem with Paruresis (bladder shyness), will he bare witness to any more incidents? And is this the most complex case that the duo has ever consulted on?
So, enough of me rambling...on to the story!
Chapter 1: The Plane Ride
Sherlock didn’t necessarily hate flights. To be specific, he hated long flights. And unfortunately for him, he was currently on one. By some standards it wasn’t actually too long; it was only eight and a half hours, but for Sherlock it was on the brink of being a much too prolonged level of time.
Sherlock and John were flying to the United States, New York to be exact, for a case. John didn’t approve of the idea at first, complaining amount the uncertain amount of time away from London. Not to mention that neither of them had ever actually been to the States before. However, Lestrade had been the one to call Sherlock up about the New York City murder. Lestrade had a detective friend in New York, who happened to be working upon what the newspapers were labeling ‘The Most Infuriatingly Difficult Killings to Solve in a Century.” The detective had called up the DI at Scotland Yard, begging for help as the entire NYPD was stumped. Lestrade by no means had the money or the time to run off to New York, but he knew someone who did. Sherlock Holmes. He’d put the consulting detective in contact with the desperate man, and within two days he and John were on a plane bound for the east coast.
They were about six and a half hours into the flight when Sherlock began to notice a problem. Not one that was obvious to anyone else, but it was one that was all too tale tell for him. Sitting in his seat, fiddling with his phone, he had felt the first bit of pressure beginning to reside in his lower abdomen. He mentally cursed; how? He’d been careful. Refusing to drink for the entire flight, going to the loo barely two minutes before they left the flat. Apparently it hadn’t done as much good as he had hoped it would. Swallowing, Sherlock suppressed a sigh. There was nothing he could do about it. Not until he reached their hotel. This was only two and a half hours away, if you factored in the ride from the airport. Give or take a few minutes. He went back to glancing at the lit up screen on his phone, vowing to do his best to be distracted for as long as he could manage.
Another hour slowly went by, Sherlock now both a bit bored and getting slightly desperate. Hyper aware that John was sitting right next to him he did his best not to shift around. However, he couldn’t help pressing his thighs together as his bladder pressed at him more urgently. He glanced over at the door to the bathroom which was a few seats a way, longing to be able to use it. Although, he knew it wouldn’t work. Sherlock looked away reluctantly, trying to reassure himself that he could make it. It wasn’t that long of a wait now.
Despite Sherlock’s attempts to be discreet, a few minutes later John picked up on the other man’s restless movements. He glanced away from where he had been looking out the window, instead turning his gaze to the detective sitting tensely next to him. He narrowed his eyes.
“The loo’s free, you know.” John murmured, picking up a book he had cast aside earlier.
Sherlock’s face colored slightly, a bit embarrassed at having been found out. He didn’t need John knowing about his predicament. “Why are you telling me?” he muttered, feigning innocence.
“Sherlock, can you see yourself? I’ve never seen anyone that tense.” John pointed out.
“Yeah, well... It’s fine.” Sherlock replied tersely, staring at his phone and trying to relax at the same time to prove his point.
John gave Sherlock an incredulous look. What was up with him? “Why won’t you just go?” he inquired. The other man clearly was in an increasingly bad state.
Sherlock mentally cursed again. “I said it was fine, okay?” He sighed, not really giving an answer. He avoided looking at John, wanting nothing more than for this conversation to end. Talking about his need did nothing to help alleviate it.
John sighed exasperatedly. “What? Is Sherlock Holmes so much better than everyone else that he can’t use a public loo?” He mocked, not understanding what was going on.
Sherlock clenched his teeth together, annoyance panging through his chest. “No, that’s not it.” He snapped.
“Then what is it?” John demanded.
Sherlock hesitated. “I can’t.” He finally mumbled quietly, fiddling with his hands.
John now looked puzzled, still not understanding. “What do you mean you can’t?” He retorted in confusion, now full on facing the detective.
Sherlock sighed quietly, struggling not to squirm. His need seemed to be growing rapidly worse by the minute now. “I just can’t, okay?” He muttered, desperate not to have to explain.
Now it was John’s turn to sigh. “Sherlock, explain.” He pleaded, confusion written all over his face.
Sherlock hesitated further this time. “I just physically…can’t. I freeze up…” He mumbled embarrassedly, feeling horribly awkward.
John’s expression suddenly melted into one of understanding. “Oh,” He said, surprised, “You really…can’t.”
Sherlock reluctantly nodded, his face tinged to a rather pinkish color. John leaned back in his seat, still glancing at Sherlock. He hadn’t been expecting something like that. The army doctor tried to think through the situation, glancing at his watch. They still had around another forty five minutes or so before they even landed. He turned back to Sherlock.
“Well…do you think you can at least try?” John asked softly. Going by the amount of struggling Sherlock was obviously doing to keep still; he knew that the other man truly needed relief.
Sherlock sighed, glancing around at the other seats. Which, of course, were occupied by quite a number of different people. He shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that. There’re too many people.” Sherlock mumbled.
John bit his lip slightly for a moment, glancing around as well. In all honesty, he felt a bit bad for Sherlock now. “You need to at least try, please. I know it can’t be easy, but please? I don’t like seeing you like this.” John told the detective.
Sherlock contemplated it, bouncing his knee up and down nervously. Trying never worked for him. He’d been like this for as long as he could remember. He’d just never been able to easily go someplace away from home, especially in these types of situations. However, he was unbearably desperate at the moment. His bladder was urgently nudging at him constantly now, not approving of his resistance to letting it release. He glanced at the empty bathroom. “Okay, fine…” he mumbled, sighing softly.
John nodded. “Alright, go on then.” He said, turning back to the book in his hand so as not to make Sherlock feel as if he were watching him.
Sherlock carefully got up, wincing slightly as gravity weighed on his overly full bladder. Once he was sure that he was okay to walk, he strode over to the loo, repeatedly telling himself that no one was watching him. Once inside he shut and locked the door, dropping a bit of his mask and fidgeting in place. The presence of the toilet in front of him just made things that much worse. Sherlock awkwardly pressed his legs together as he unzipped his trousers. Despite the immensely increased feeling of desperation, the moment Sherlock aimed to let go, everything stopped. The taller man grimaced, frustrated by his body. He gingerly pressed on his bladder in a last effort attempt to get himself to go, but it only managed to cause pain instead of a stream. It was useless. He was too aware of the people outside of the door, his ears too tuned in to their mindless chatter. He couldn’t go here. He just couldn’t.
Biting his lip, Sherlock zipped himself back up. He reluctantly exited the bathroom, walking tensely back over to his seat and sitting down. John looked up, took one look at Sherlock’s stature, and knew the other man hadn’t been able to go. He sighed quietly.
“Nothing?” John muttered in question, just to be sure.
Sherlock shook his head slightly. John glanced around once more, but shrugged. There wasn’t much that could be done.
“Well…damn.” The doctor mumbled, not knowing what else to say. The both of them were aware of the situation, so there was no need to really try and say anything else. John went back to his book, while Sherlock returned to fiddling with his phone. He checked the time, noting that they were now thirty minutes from their destination. Thirty minutes. It didn’t sound overly long; however, it wasn’t as if he could simply go at the airport. There would be even more people than on the plane. Therefore, you had to factor in however long it took to get to the hotel and such. Sherlock bit his cheek, forcing himself to believe that he was perfectly capable of managing it, despite the already pressingly full state of his bladder.
The last portion of the plane ride had been just as horrid as Sherlock had imagined. His desperation could do nothing but increase, so by the time they landed he was in pure agony. The entire time he had been telling himself he could hold it, that he was in control; but now, he seriously doubted his own ability to do so. John had been sending him looks every few minutes, most of them of sympathy. The army doctor reassured him a couple of times that he’d be fine, and also suggested once again that he try and go again, but they both knew that it just wasn’t happening.
Sherlock walked tensely as they got off of the plane, John walking behind him. Gravity weighed heavily on him, and all he could think of was the sweet relief he desperately needed. Unfortunately, it wasn’t coming near as quickly as he would have liked. He was still forced to go through standard airport procedure, and to face the agonizingly large crowds. Another fifteen minutes went by as they went through the airport. By this time John was almost constantly watching him, truly worried for the other man. He’d never seen the detective like this. Sherlock was struggling to keep his movements under control, but he was fidgeting around a lot despite his efforts. He couldn’t help it. Not doing so would surely result in his loss of control.
They finally were able to grab their luggage, and begin to make their way out of the airport. Sherlock’s pace was at times fast, and at times slower. On one hand he wanted to hurry up and yet, on another, walking too quickly resulting in more jostling of his bladder. He grimaced slightly as they walked, his abdomen pressing harshly against the waistband of his trousers. John took notice of the look on the detective’s face and stopped him.
“Sherlock…do think you could try and go here at the airport? I know, I know,” he added at the look on the other man’s face, “It’s just… to be honest with you, there is no way in hell you are going to make it to the hotel.” He stated. He didn’t like saying it, but it was the absolute truth.
Sherlock sighed quietly, doing a slight side to side dance as the stood in the wide hallway. He hated to admit it, but John was right. Waiting meant embarrassment. However, the airport bathroom meant struggling helplessly. Yet…he at least had a slight chance this way. “Okay, fine, find a bathroom.” He muttered quietly, giving in.
John nodded, quickly glancing around. He couldn’t see one really near them, but over the numerous people travelling down the hallway he spotted a sign pointing to one being around the corner and down into another area. ”Okay, come on.” He instructed, gesturing for Sherlock to follow him as he began walking again. Sherlock did so, his stomach in a nervous knot as he fought against everything his body was telling him to do.
They made it around the corner and a few paces before Sherlock slowed down quite a bit, almost completely stopping. John sensed the other man’s lack of movement, and turned to him, slowing down himself. John frowned at the sight of his friend. Sherlock was partially doubled over, his legs pressed tightly together, and his face contorted a bit in pain.
“Sherlock...” John breathed helplessly, “Come on. You can do this.” He encouraged.
Sherlock couldn’t speak, didn’t even try to. All his effort was being put into holding it all in. His bladder contracting harshly and he gripped at his thigh, trying not to grab at his crotch. He tried to begin walking again, but it ended up hurting him more than helping. More plainly, it ended up being his undoing.
John could see the exact moment it happened. Sherlock’s entire face went completely red, and the frantic last effort attempt to stay in control flashed through his eyes. Nothing worked, however. He’d held it for much too long. Sherlock felt his stomach drop as urine began to seep out of him a bit slowly for the first moment, before turning into a full-fledged stream. It dampened his pants quickly, immediately starting to hit his trousers, rivulets travelling quickly down his legs. He stayed bent over, but he wasn’t as tense as before. Sherlock found he couldn’t enjoy the relief as his bladder emptied its contents unwillingly. He was much too mortified.
John sighed quietly to himself, watching in horror as Sherlock lost entire control. He glanced down, seeing the small puddle forming around the consulting detective’s feet. He’d never seen Sherlock look so defeated, or so…human. People passing them slowed down and stared, clearly noticing what was taking place. It was Sherlock’s worst nightmare. It seemed to take ages for him to finish, and when he did his trousers were almost completely soaked. They were of a darker color, but it was still rather noticeable. He glanced over at John slightly, looking as if he’d just committed a murder.
Hyper aware of the people staring at them, John motioned for Sherlock to follow him. “Come on.” He mumbled quietly, not wanting to say much else with the others around them. Sherlock sheepishly followed after John, keeping his gaze down. The doctor led them to the bathroom they had previously been heading to. Thankfully there were only a couple of people in this one.
John turned to Sherlock, giving him a sad smile. The other two men were finishing up, and washing their hands, not paying attention to them. John began rummaging through one of their bags that he had been carrying. Sherlock easily figured out that the other man was getting clothes for him to change into.
The other men left, and a moment later John came up with some clothing items for Sherlock. “Here,” He said, handing them to the still embarrassed looking man, “Look, Sherlock, it’s okay. It was just an accident. They happen.” He reassured him. Sherlock sighed quietly, merely nodding. John had expected that as an answer, and knew that Sherlock didn’t want to talk about it, so he moved on.
“Go change,” John gestured to a stall, “You can take a shower when we get to the hotel.” He murmured.
Sherlock nodded once again, wordlessly taking the clothes and entering the stall. He hated this so much. These things weren’t supposed to happen to him. He was a grown man; he shouldn’t be having accidents. Sherlock shook his head, resolving to simply not talk about this incident with John. The other man already knew now about his bladder shyness, so there was no reason to discuss what had just taken place. Sherlock stripped off the wet clothes in disgust, changing into the clean ones.
John leaned against the wall, waiting for Sherlock. When the other man finished up and came out he put the wet clothes in a bag, before they both walked out.
The ride in the taxi was mostly silent, Sherlock trying to pretend as if nothing had ever happened. The arrived at their hotel and checked in, going up to their room. After sitting their stuff down Sherlock immediately headed for the bathroom, going to take a shower. He felt disgusting.
John shook his head as the other man disappeared, not sure what to think about the event that had taken place. It was definitely something new. Oh, well. Tomorrow Sherlock was to start working on the case they had traveled for, and he’d surely be distracted from what happened then. With that thought, John pushed the incident to the back of his mind. |
Hello again. I've finished the second chapter, so I thought I'd post it.
Chapter 2
The rest of the evening passed fairly smoothly. There was no further mention of the incident at the airport, for which Sherlock was grateful. By the time they went to sleep a short while after arriving, both of the men’s moods had seemed to thankfully return to almost normal.
The next morning Sherlock woke to the sound of his phone ringing. He groaned quietly, rolling over and fumbling for the buzzing mobile on the bedside table. He cleared his throat, blinking to try and wake up a bit more as he answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Holmes?” The male voice on the other end inquired.
“Yes, this is him.”
“I’m Jeff Kennan, with the New York Police Department. We spoke on the phone a couple of days ago.”
Sherlock was nearly instantly wide awake, and he abruptly sat up. Oh, of course.
“Yes, we did.”
“You arrived here in New York yesterday, correct?”
“Correct.”
Get to the point... Sherlock thought.
“Excellent. Would you and…” A sound of paper rustling slightly could be heard through the phone. “..Dr. Watson be willing to meet me at the station at nine?”
Sherlock glanced at the clock on the table. 7:35 A.M.
“Yes, of course. We’ll meet you there.”
“Great. See you then.” With this parting, Jeff hung up the phone.
Well, the other man was definitely straightforward, once he got to the point. Not a man of many words. Though, Sherlock had gotten both impressions during their first, slightly longer conversation. Jeff Kennan was the lead detective in the case Sherlock was to be consulting on. So, obviously, they were required to communicate to an extent.
Sherlock glanced over at the second bed in the room where John was currently beginning to wake up. He must have heard him on the phone, then. Sherlock yawned, pulling back the covers and climbing out of bed.
“We have to be at the station by nine. Get up.” Sherlock wasn’t exactly one for simple ‘good morning’s’.
“Hmm...what..?” John mumbled his voice thick with sleep as he rolled over.
Sherlock sighed. “You need to get up. We have to leave soon.”
“Oh…okay.” John gave a sigh of his own, sitting up in bed.
Satisfied that John was now awake, Sherlock walked over to his suitcase to retrieve clothes and such for the day.
After both men had showered and gotten dressed, they went down to the café area in their hotel for breakfast. It was 8:10 by now, but they were only about fifteen minutes or so from the police station. Nevertheless, the two men ate fairly quickly. They left after finishing, hailing a cab within a couple of minutes. They shared minimal conversation during the ride, given that Sherlock had already found the time at a previous date to fill John in on the details of the case that he had. So, mostly, they sat in silence.
Unknowingly, both men remembered the incident from the day before during this particular cab ride. Sherlock thought of the embarrassing occurrence after mentally double checking that he had used the toilet before leaving the hotel. The detective fought off a blush at the memory, forcing it to the back of his mind as best he could. Having dealt with this ‘problem’ for his entire life, he had made himself accustomed to usually being able to wait until he was alone and at home before reaching the sort of point he had come to yesterday. Though, working on cases made for unpredictable amounts of time out and about. He tried not to worry about the matter too much; he’d be fine, seeing as he normally was. Also, he’d thankfully found throughout life that relieving himself in hotel rooms was manageable enough. They couldn’t be at the station for more than a few hours, and he was perfectly capable of waiting through that and then getting to the hotel. Besides, he didn’t even have to go yet, so why was he worrying? With this thought, Sherlock went back to focusing on the case.
John thought of the event from the previous day, and wondered slightly to himself. With Sherlock having this sort of problem, it had to be an everyday difficulty for the other man. He worried for a moment whether there might be a repeat incident today, but he dismissed the thought swiftly. Despite his shyness, Sherlock was a grown man. John had known the man for years and he’d never seen him have an accident until yesterday. The doctor shook his head; there was no use currently worrying over something that wasn’t even a problem yet, or might not even be one today. This ended John’s thoughts on the matter as they pulled up in front of the police department.
Sherlock climbed out of the cab, and after paying the driver John quickly followed. They walked into the building together, and Sherlock checked the time. 8:55. They were right on time, then. John led them over to a secretary at the front desk.
“Can I help you?” The lady smiled politely.
“We’re looking for Jeff Kennan. He’s expecting us.” Sherlock stated.
The woman nodded, and pointed them in the direction of the man’s office. John thanked the lady, and after winding through a couple of halls they reached their destination. Jeff spotted them in the doorway of his office and motioned for them to come in.
“Hello! It’s nice to finally meet you both in person.” He greeted, gesturing for the two men to sit down as they walked in. Sherlock and John obliged, both taking a seat.
“You too,” John replied, knowing better than to expect Sherlock to make a polite greeting. He did at times, but those seemed to be rather rare occurrences.
“Well…where would you like to begin?” Jeff asked after a second. “I know that Lestrade has informed you of the majority of the case, correct?”
“Yes, he has,” Sherlock answered, “Though I’d like to see the case files, as he most likely didn’t care to mention every detail.”
Jeff laughed slightly, nodding a bit. “One second…ah, here they are.” He picked up four files from the corner of his desk, passing them over to Sherlock. Sherlock handed two of them to John, beginning to look through the remaining two himself. John did the same with his files.
“As you know, we haven’t had much to go on. The only thing even linking these murders is the use of torture, and the cause of death.” Jeff talked as the two other men looked over the files.
Most of the details Sherlock already knew. There’d been four murders so far. Three women, one man. All of them were tied up and tortured for approximately an hour before death by decapitation. The first victim, a woman, had been killed in her apartment. The murderer had broken in, though hadn’t taken anything. She was tortured by having both of her shoulders broken forcefully, which was peculiar, to say the least. It seemed to be a personal crime, then.
John and Sherlock proceeded to go through the files, talking with the detective across from them as they did so. Jeff gave them any information that wasn’t in the files, and they occasionally asked questions. They theorized, finding that there was hardly any evidence at all that would point to a killer linked to all of these victims. Though, they all agreed that it had to be the same man or woman who committed all the murders. The files weren’t successfully scrutinized until about two hours later.
Sherlock glanced up after closing a file. “The knives used to perform all of the decapitations were left at each scene?”
“Yes, they were. Rather odd. Murder weapons aren’t usually left behind.” Jeff responded.
“I’d like to see them.”
“Alright,” Jeff nodded. “I’ll take you two to the evidence room, then.” He stood up.
Sherlock and John closed the files, standing up as well. Sherlock decided that they should take the files with them, so he picked them up. Jeff led them out and down another series of halls. As they reached the evidence room, Sherlock felt a slight pressure beginning to build in his lower abdomen. It wasn’t anything to worry about yet; it was hardly even there. However, he mentally cursed. Normally he would have been able to go longer without feel the first signs of a need to go, but Jeff had given them a couple cups of coffee as they had talked. Paring that with the one he had already had at breakfast, Sherlock had consumed more than he normally would have allowed himself. As he said, however; it wasn’t anything to worry about yet. With that thought, Sherlock pushed the pressure to the back of his mind a bit.
They all entered the evidence room, and Jeff went down a row of cabinets to retrieve the knives. Sherlock and John stood at a table while he did this.
“So, this case…rather intriguing, don’t you think?” John spoke. By intriguing he meant both interesting and difficult. Though, if it weren’t difficult, they wouldn’t be there.
“Yes, quite.” Sherlock nodded in response. He might have said something else, but Jeff reappeared just then with four occupied evidence bags in hand.
“These are the knives. They’re all nearly the same size, but different brands. Except for the last two; they actually are the same brand.” Jeff stated, laying the bags out on the table and indicating what he was talking about.
Sherlock peered at the knives, finding that Jeff was correct. They were all nearly identical in height and width. The two knives from the first two murders both had different brands. However, the last two knives used were the same brand; Victorinox.
“Perhaps when he used the Victorinox knife to kill the third victim he found that it worked well. He found a brand he liked.” Sherlock replied.
“That’s the most probable explanation.” Jeff said in agreement.
“It couldn’t be that the killer just happened to have two knives of the same brand?” John questioned.
Sherlock shook his head. “No, each one of these is new. They’ve never been used; except to kill a person. And only a single person; they didn’t reuse the knife.” He deduced all of these as he carefully examined each knife, holding them up the light. John made a noise of understanding, nodding a bit in response.
After a while, Sherlock looked up from the knives. “Would you mind if we looked at the other evidence collected as well?” He questioned Jeff.
“Not a problem. Do you want all of it at once, or…?”
“Just bring the things from the first crime scene out first. We’ll start there.”
“Alright,” Jeff nodded, disappearing back into one of the rows.
While he was gone, Sherlock once again became aware of the signals his bladder was sending him. His need had increased a bit now. He suppressed a sigh; the last thing he needed to be focusing on was the copious amount of liquid running through his system. It didn’t help either that the process was speeded up a bit; the caffeine in coffee was a natural diuretic. He once again forced himself to try and focus on the task at hand as Jeff returned a couple of minutes later with evidence bags from the first crime scene.
Jeff sat the bags down on the table, and Sherlock began sorting through them. Feeling unable to really help whenever Sherlock examined evidence, John sat down in a nearby chair and picked up one of the case files they had brought. He had chosen the one on the first murder, given that that was the one they were starting with.
It fell silent as Sherlock seemed to absorb himself in the act of thoroughly looking over the items. Jeff glanced at his phone, and spoke after a moment.
“Would you mind if I leave you two alone for a bit? There’s been a tip in another case I’m working on.”
“That’s fine.” Sherlock murmured without looking up, and John nodded in agreement.
“Great. I shouldn’t be too long.” Jeff said, heading for the door and exiting the room.
It went silent again after Jeff left, with Sherlock pouring over the items in front of him as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. John continued to look over the files once more, figuring it couldn’t hurt. Plus, he really had nothing else to focus on. There wasn’t much he could do to help Sherlock at the moment.
Jeff’s “I shouldn’t be gone too long” didn’t seem to be true as more time went on, but it didn’t really bother Sherlock. An hour came and went. Sherlock had now taken to jotting down small notes about certain observations he was making. However, it was becoming increasingly hard to concentrate. His small need had now grown into a fairly urgent one. He could no longer ignore it, but there wasn’t much he could do about it, either. Not with his shyness. He didn’t even know where the bathrooms were in this place, which complicated matters even further.
Sherlock was sufficiently desperate, though he did his best not to show any outwards signs of it. After yesterday, the last thing he wanted was for John to know when he needed the bathroom. Standing perfectly still was rather impossible, however; so Sherlock ended up shifting on his feet a bit as he worked, occasionally pressing his legs together. He tried to be as subtle as possible in his movements.
John barely took notice of the movements Sherlock was making at first, not thinking anything about it. However, after another ten minutes or so he properly looked up. That was when he took further notice of the consulting detective’s slightly odd behavior. He furrowed his brows slightly. Sherlock looked quite uncomfortable. At first, John couldn’t figure out why. Observing the detective for another moment, however, he thought that he might have an idea of what it might be. He hoped he was wrong, but it didn’t look as if he were. Sherlock looked as uncomfortable as he had the day before on the plane; and John really didn’t want a repeat of the same outcome.
John hesitated, before speaking after a moment. “Sherlock, uh…are you okay?” He questioned, not wanting to be blunt.
Sherlock mentally cursed, instinctively trying to be still and act as if nothing was amiss. “Yes, I’m fine.” He replied shortly, not glancing up from the table.
John didn’t believe him at all, and he now felt quite sure that his observation was correct. Sherlock needed the loo. He sighed quietly. This was a bit awkward, though it was more inconvenient than anything. Not for John so much, but for Sherlock himself. If Sherlock’s bladder shyness was really as bad as it had seemed the day before, then the other man most likely wouldn’t be able to go here. No, they’d have to go back to the hotel. He hadn’t noticed any signs of Sherlock having problems in their hotel room, so that seemed the most logical decision. However, he had to first get Sherlock to admit he needed to go. And secondly…if they left, they would need to tell Jeff. Jeff was who knows where at the moment, though.
Sherlock himself was becoming aware that he might not be able to wait this out for any great length of time. He needed to go rather urgently, and getting to a bathroom soon was a priority. He shifted once again despite attempting to be still.
John noted the movement and decided to speak again. “Sherlock, are you sure you’re alright?”
Sherlock could almost hear a knowing tone in the other man’s voice. Logically, he knew he should admit his problem. However, he was quite embarrassed to do so. “I’m fine.” He muttered insistently, though his fidgeting said otherwise.
John gave him a look. “You don’t seem fine to me.” He said, trying to be patient.
Sherlock sighed quietly. “It’s nothing, okay?” He was becoming increasingly less convincing, and he was well aware of it.
“I know you’re lying, Sherlock,” John stated, and he pressed on gently, “And I don’t think either of us wants a repeat of yesterday…so, just admit the problem, and we can figure out what to do.”
A faint blush crossed Sherlock’s face and he swallowed quietly. He hesitated, but reluctantly gave in after a moment. There was nothing else he could do. “Fine, I need to…go.” He mumbled almost inaudibly.
John simply nodded. “Well, I don’t suppose you could try going here?” He asked just for confirmation.
Sherlock shook his head, the mere thought giving him anxiety.
“Okay, so we need to go back to the hotel, then. We need to tell Jeff…” John thought for a moment. It didn’t look like the man was coming back soon; and even if he did, he wasn’t sure they should waste the time. Sherlock looked desperate enough as it was. “We can leave a note for him, or something. Tell him we’re done for the day… that we have another meeting with someone. Does that sound good?”
“It works for me.” Sherlock answered quietly with a slight nod. He was rather grateful for John doing this, though he was still embarrassed.
John nodded in response, taking a piece of paper from the stack Sherlock had been using and scribbling out a note. He finished, sitting the pencil down with the note and turning to the other man. “Okay, let’s go.” He began to walk towards the door.
Sherlock followed after him, trying to ignore the small jolts hitting his overly full bladder. He walked down the halls with John, impatiently wishing that they were just in their hotel room already. He desperately craved relief. Sherlock also hoped that he’d make it; he should, it was just that he had to go so badly… and after yesterday, he didn’t exactly have much confidence in himself. However, he kept telling himself that he’d be fine. They weren’t too far from the hotel; he could wait.
John glanced back at Sherlock a couple of times in slight concern, wanting to make sure that he was doing okay. He seemed to be managing, which was good. John hated seeing Sherlock look this embarrassed or vulnerable. He’d never seen him like this until yesterday, and it was something he had hoped never to see again. He didn’t like Sherlock feeling bad, especially about something like this.
They found their way out of the building a few minutes later, and John led them to the street to hail a cab. As they stood Sherlock shifted in his feet once again, trying, and failing, once again to be subtle. John glanced at his friend again, noting the blush still plastered on his face.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, you know. It’s okay.” John reassured the other man softly. He was a bit out of his element, but he felt like Sherlock needed to hear this.
“Thanks...” Was Sherlock’s quiet reply as a cab pulled up. The statement made him feel slightly better, though not by much.
The two men climbed into the cab and John gave the driver the address of their hotel. It was only fifteen minutes from here. Surely the detective would be okay, right? John didn’t say anything else, doing his best to spare Sherlock further embarrassment by talking.
As they rode in the cab, Sherlock stared out the window and just focused on controlling himself. He pressed his legs together rather tightly and shifted every minute or so, his bladder weighing down on him heavily. He bit his lip for a second as a particularly strong pang of urgency hit him, and he just barely managed not to grab himself. This cab ride needed to go quickly…
Somehow, Sherlock managed to make it to the hotel. By the time they got there he felt as if he were going to explode; quite literally. John was pleased that they had made it without incident, though he was well aware that Sherlock was in a rather urgent state now. Worried, he quickly paid the driver and climbed out. Sherlock slid out after him, and after making sure he was okay John began to lead them into the hotel. Sherlock couldn’t walk as fast as he would have liked, given that the jolting being done to his bladder with every step wasn’t helping his condition in the slightest. However, he did his best.
They got into the elevator to go up to their floor, and John frowned as Sherlock winced slightly. The other man looked as if he had to go so badly he was in pain. Being a doctor, John knew that holding it that long was entirely unhealthy. He might need to talk to Sherlock later, though he’d rather avoid embarrassing the other man if he could. He shook his head; he’d think about it later. Right now, he needed to make sure Sherlock made it to their room.
Standing still was worse than walking, and Sherlock practically bent over double in desperation as the elevator went up. John frowned further.
“Sherlock…hold on. You can do it, we’re almost there.” He encouraged the other man, hoping that it might help in some way.
Sherlock was blushing madly, but it was mostly due to his current stance, not the encouragements. John was right; they were almost to the room, he thought, as the elevator stopped on their floor.
John stepped out of the elevator first, glancing at Sherlock as the other man managed to follow him. He started to lead the way. Their room was just down this hall, and John went ahead a bit to unlock the door for Sherlock. He dug for the keycard in his pocket for a second before grabbing it, swiping it on the door. He breathed a sigh of relief when it opened without any complications, before turning back to Sherlock.
Sherlock was a couple feet behind John, and he was clearly not doing too well. He’d given up subtly; it was impossible. He was fidgeting quite a bit, tense, and the urgency was clearly in his flushed face. John opened the door wide, and Sherlock went through it as fast as he could manage without losing control. The detective rushed off to the bathroom in the room, grabbing onto himself the moment he shut the door behind him. He bit his lip, fidgeting in front of the toilet as he fumbled to undo his trousers. Sherlock managed it after a moment, and started going not even a second after pulling himself out. He’d just barely made it. The man gave a small sigh of relief as his achingly full bladder emptied forcefully.
John could hear Sherlock relieving himself and he gave another sigh of his own. That had been entirely too close of a call. He shook his head; he knew that Sherlock couldn’t really help the shyness. But the fact that the other man didn’t seem to want to say anything about needing to go, even if it was urgent, was a bit of a different story. It certainly didn’t help matters for the other man. There was no shame in needing to go to the loo, and you shouldn’t wait so long before attempting to get to one. This wasn’t something John should need to explain to his flatmate, but apparently it might be necessary if this was a reoccurring thing. He sighed, going to sit down on his bed.
Sherlock finished up in the bathroom a minute or so later and he quietly came out. The embarrassment he had had still lingered as he entered the room and sat down on his own bed.
“Are you better now?” John asked.
Sherlock fought off another blush, nodding his head.
“Look, Sherlock…” John rubbed his neck slightly, “Like I said; you don’t have to embarrassed about this kind of thing. I mean it.” He said, hoping he was getting the point across.
“Okay…thank you.” Sherlock muttered, trying his best to listen to the other man. It wasn’t easy, however. He was dying to change the subject now. “Can we just…talk about something other than what just happened?” He requested.
John nodded. “Of course.” He paused for a moment, thinking of what to say. “You want to go down and get some lunch?” Sherlock might not eat, but John was rather hungry.
Longing for the distraction and a sense of normalcy, Sherlock nodded. “Sure.” He replied, standing up.
John, thankful that the other man had agreed, smiled a bit and stood up as well. This time Sherlock led them out the door, as he once again tried to put an embarrassing incident behind him. |
Here is part one of a three part story. Not much to say, hope you enjoy:) Oh and for the record this is the pole dance routine that is used in this chapter.
Vanilla. That’s how I decided to describe myself as I gazed at my reflection in the vanity mirror. I was more than aware that I was attractive. It was just that compared to the other strippers- excuse me- exotic dancers, I was just boring. I didn’t bear any tattoos or piercing. My hair was light brown, not the mysterious black or tantalizing blonde that the other strippers were blessed with. Hell, even my apparel was boring.
While most of my colleagues got sexy corsets and miniskirts to go with their g-strings I was the basic package: just a matching, beige pair of bra and panties. At least the color almost blended with my skin tone, which would gain a double take from some of the audience before they realized certain details were missing.
“Now introducing onto the stage, Rose!” There’s my cue. I allowed an alluring smile to slip onto my face as I trot to the purple curtains separating me from my audience. One deep breath and I pushed through said curtains and found myself out on the black reflective surface of the stage. My bare feet plodded along the stage, which jut out into the audience as I made my way to the silver pole at the far end.
My hips had a sinful sway to them as I closed in onto the pole. As I reached my destination a catchy pop song began to play. I stood on the left hand side of the pole as I face the end of the stage. I gave a sexy bite of the lip to the audience directly in front of me as my right hand reached up, caressing the cool metal pole till it was above my head at an angle.
With a baseball grip on the shaft I slowly bent my knees till I was sitting on my heels. Just as I hit the end of my descent my hips began to sway and I rose to my full height. I picked out the cutest guy before me and kept my sultry gaze fixated upon him. While keeping my left foot stationary, I rose the back of my right foot so that only the ball of the foot was planted on the ground and my right knee stuck out. I lowered the foot and repeated the movement with my left foot.
I repeated those steps twice more before I stepped back with my leg, stepping on the ball of my foot I raised my right foot a few inches above the ground before stepping back on it and kicking my left leg forward till my knee was level with my breasts. I swung my left leg back again, once again landing on the ball of the foot and pushed off into a spin with my right leg still planted on the stage, allowing it to glide across the surface till I was parallel with the stage.
I stayed in this position for only a fraction of a second as the moment of the spin brought my right leg off the stage and my left leg landed behind the pole. My right toes grazed the stage where I had started the routine for a moment before I swung it in an arc back around the pole as both hands gripped the pole once more and I was airborne till I touched down behind the pole once more. Keeping both hands on the pole I swung myself around the pole once more, this time my legs lightly wrapped around the shaft.
I made two full revolutions around the pole before I touched down with my back to the end of the stage. I rose up from my crouch, sticking my butt out as I did so, until I was at full height again. With one hand on the pole I swung around the pole clockwise till I was on the right side of it with my back against the shaft. With both hands on the pole barely above my head I spread my legs out, lowering myself till I was sitting on the ground with my legs open at an obtuse angle.
I planted my hands on my legs and leaned forward and swung my torso and head to the right and then to the left. I straightened my body and threw my hands up before bringing them down behind me. I brought my knees to my chest then kicked my left leg out almost like I was crab walking then did the same with my right. I then spun myself on my butt till I was facing the pole again.
I gripped the bar with both hands and pulled myself up, sticking my butt out again as I did so. I did I did a half spin this time, landing on my left leg on the left hand side I stepped to the front of the pull with my right foot, landing on the ball of the foot I kicked off. I swung my body around the pole with my left leg pointing out and my right leg bent back so my knee was only barely peaking above the thigh of my left leg.
I landed in front of the pole again in a squat so that I was sitting on my heels. I snapped my body up to full height and I moved clockwise with a long step of my right leg and then as it landed on the ground I swung myself into another spin around the pole with my body at a horizontal angle with the ground and both legs bent behind me, my right leg a little ahead of my left.
I landed on my left thigh and quickly picked myself back up and then took two long steps counter clockwise so that I was on the left side. Continuing counterclockwise I jumped into the air, swinging kicking both legs upwards as I made a full revolution and landed upright.
I kicked my left leg out, lowering myself as I did so. I did the same with my right leg and found myself lying on the ground. I brought my knees to my chest and stuck my legs into the air, with their toes pointed at the ceiling. I kept my shapely legs straight as I lowered them onto the ground. I rolled over onto my stomach immediately afterwards. I kept my shins and feet stationary as I bent my knees, sliding my torso across the ground as my butt rested on my heels.
I snapped my torso back upright and rose to my feet. I took long seductive steps back to the pole and regained my grip on it before immediately jumping into another revolution. My left leg hooked around the pole as I made one and a half revolutions. Once I landed I ran through almost a pull repeat of my routine till I ended on my last move by lowering my body to the floor and hanging my head as the music ended.
I waited a beat before grabbing the money that had been strewn on the stage during my performance. Not bad. I thought as I gathered my loot. I blew a few kisses before I left the stage. I didn’t have a whole lot of time to catch my breath before my manager caught me back stage.
“Hey rose, a customer asked for a private dance. She asked for you by name… uh your real name.”
A she? This type of place doesn’t really receive a whole lot of female customers, certainly none who actually know who I am. My eyes went wide. Oh God! It’s my mom. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God.
Thankfully, it wasn’t my mom. Instead it was a girl in her early twenties much like myself, except her hair was darker than mine and she had sparkling emerald eyes.
“Rose, huh? Maybe you should have dyed your hair red if you want to use a name like that.”
“I use red lipstick.” Was all I replied, I hadn’t taken more than a step into the room as I glared at my “customer”.
“And fingernail and toenail polish too. Subtle I guess. Although if you ask my, Nikki is already a stripper name.”
“I prefer to use an alias.” The last thing I need is for the same creeps that ogle at me here to find my home address. “What do you want, Miranda?”
“I wouldn’t mind a lap dance.” She gave one of her signature half smiles, something she used to let you know that she knew something you didn’t.
I sighed, but humored her. By no means did I give her my best effort, but she seem pleased as I went through the motions.
“Isn’t your top supposed to be off for this?”
My face burned, whether from anger or embarrassment I knew not. “Not for you.”
“Come on, Nikki. You wouldn’t want me to tell your manager on you, would you?”
I grit my teeth behind pursed lips but I slipped my fingers behind my back and let my bra fall to the floor.
“At least you have big boobs.” She smiled as she slid her fingertip across my left breath up to the nipple.
“Hands off,” I growled as I fought back the pleasure I got from her touch.
She simply raised both hands before here in a mocking gesture before sitting back. She seemed content to watch the show for a while until in the middle of it she fished a ten from her pockets and slipped it between the waist band of my panties.
“What is it that you want?” I demanded. This didn’t make sense to me. Miranda definitely wasn’t a lesbian, in fact as long as I’ve known her she didn’t seem to exhibit any sexual attraction at all. She was playing with me, trying to elicit a response from me.
“Fine, I guess I should talk. I want you for a little job.”
“I don’t do birthday parties.”
She gave a little laugh before she elaborated. “Nothing of this sort. Honestly, what I’m asking of you is something you’ve never done. I need you to help me rob a bank.”
I stopped dancing and stared at her. Only now did I realize that at some point she had slipped her hands around my waist. I ignored this detail. “What? Are you serious?”
“Keep your voice down, and if you would so kindly keep dancing I will explain.”
I took a breath but started dancing again, a little more distracted this time of course.
“I’ve been scouting out the Vine Street bank for a while now and I have enough information to stage the heist as early as Friday. All you have to do is show up for moral support, help carry some of the money and we can be in and out without a hitch. I’ll cut you thirty percent of the profits. I can’t tell you the exact amount but it will be enough to get you back to school you beautiful mind you.”
“B-back to school?”
“Isn’t that why strippers become strippers? To pay for school.” She asked, tilting her hair to the side.
I met her gaze, her face was unusually calm for someone who had suggested something so crazy. This “job” of hers was beyond dangerous but if anyone could pull it off it would be meticulous Miranda.
“Don’t worry-”
“I’m not worried!” I replied defensively.
“Nikki, you can read everything you are thinking in those baby blues of yours. Besides you are trembling.”
I realized she was right and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get my legs to stop shaking.
She placed one hand on my shoulder and used the other to raise my face so that our eyes met. “Relax, sweetheart, I have everything planned out. This can be your big chance. With me there is no risk and you know it. So what do you say? Partners?”
I nodded my head silently, unable to say anything. This was my chance to get out of this life and I wasn’t going to miss it.
Alright, for those of you who remember me I would just like to say "Hi." If you are curious about my absence well, I was going through a dark time. Fortunately, I am better now and more than ready to start writing for this site, again. Aside from this story I am also beginning two other on going stories. |
I hit a bit of a writer's block on my other story so I quickly churned this out. Sorry if it seems a bit rushed, I realized I don't know a whole lot about street racing:P
Ever tried to race with a full bladder? It doesn’t go over well. Of course it wasn’t until I slowly brought my car into position that I had even noticed my bladder was full. I simply passed the slight pressure off as butterflies in my stomach. Unfortunately for me, the only thing in my stomach was pee. A lot of pee.
I drummed my fingers on the wheel as I watched a girl swagger over to the front of both lines of cars and stand along the dotted line. I couldn’t help but notice her skimpy outfit, a pair of denim shorts so small that my panties seemed more modest, and her top showed off more cleavage than a playboy magazine. The most revealing thing I ever wore, on the other hand, were the black skinny jeans I wore to that very race. The tight pants were accompanied by a loose t-shirt and a pair of black sneakers.
A sudden twinge in my bladder brought my left hand into my crotch to alleviate some of the pressure my bladder was building up. This can’t lead to anything good. I decided. I almost considered dropping out of this race. After all, distracted driving was the most common cause of vehicular death. Still… I really needed the money and the race had already begun.
I was so caught up in my bodily need that I nearly missed the signal for the race to begin. All at once the six suped up hot rods took off in a din of revved engines that was so loud it was heard around the world. From the get-go I gunned my engine and despite nearly missing my cue I immediately took fourth place with only a short distance between myself and the car in front of me.
My white mustang GT purred as I guided it into a relatively sharp right turn as the race took to the main streets. The level of apprehension at the notion of being apprehended didn’t do anything to soothe my distended bladder. It didn’t help that I could feel the roar of the engine vibrate in my stomach. I had barely made any progress in the race and I was already gripping the steering wheel tight enough to turn my knuckles white.
Despite needing to pee I had already closed in to the red sports car in front of me. I rode its drift stream for a moment, waiting for it to pass up the SUV to its right before I shot past it and began to tail second place. I almost thought I would pass up another competitor when the two cars in front of me suddenly jerked to the right and the race moved onto another side street.
I swore loudly. How could I forget the lay out of the race? It didn’t matter. I was forced to ease onto my brakes to make the sharp turn. The sudden change in direction elicited another twinge from my bladder. I grit my teeth but ignored the feeling. All I could do was keep my thighs pressed tightly together. I didn’t want to risk crossing my legs and impede my ability to switch between the gas and brake.
While there weren’t many drivers out at 3 in the morning, there would be a few and I didn’t want to risk colliding with one of the nocturnal drivers because I needed to “potty”. “You’re a big girl Chrissy, you can handle this.” I leaned forward somewhat to take a little more pressure off of my bladder.
My stomach was treated to that weird funny feeling as my car lurched down a short but steep hill and we merged onto yet another main road. This time I only had to let off the gas to make the turn. One my car was straightened up I gunned the engine and over took second place. I even put some distance between myself and the now third place vehicle by recklessly weaving between two vehicles that were in the adjacent lanes.
The sound of theirs horns faded as I sped away and chased after the elusive first place racer. My eyes zeroed in on their tail lights just moments before they made a sharp turn into a residential neighborhood. I followed suit and dropped twenty miles as I made sharp turn after sharp turn hoping that no family was taking a late night drive. Thankfully no such family existed and we remerged onto the highway.
The dull ache of my bladder now became a stabbing pain and my toes curled in my shoes as I gunned the gas. I had to shift my weight every few seconds to keep comfortable. Fortunately now the race was to get back to the starting point. “Almost done. Just. Hold. On.”
My breathing grew more erratic as I raced down the nearly empty highway, chasing after the pair of glaring red eyes that was my competition. The yellow street lights gave the white car in front of me a yellow hue, but I knew it was my white whale. “No. It’s not my white whale. It’s just another competitor about to eat my dust.” Despite the severe pain just above my waist I managed to smirk as I shot from the first place’s drift stream and passed it up.
One more sharp turn and the “finish line” was in sight. “Victory is mine.” I smirked again as I gunned the engine for everything it was worth. I was closing in, everything was going according to plan. Agony. Pure undiluted agony. That is what had replaced my bladder in that crucial moment. Suddenly the pain I had fought to ignore came back with a vengeance and despite my best effort I couldn’t ignore it. I couldn’t even stop a short gush of hot pee from escaping my body.
My car swerved to the right and I had to slam the brakes to keep from going on the curb. The moment passed and I was in control of my bladder, if only for another couple of minutes. Nevertheless I had wasted time. In the short while it took me to get back on track three cars sped past the finish line and I had finished fourth.
I brought my car to a halt with a far off expression. My eyelids felt heavy and tears blurred my vision. I was only faintly aware of the warmth that spread from my crotch. A hiss accompanied the golden liquid as I lost control of my bladder. A stream of urine soaked my seat and the fabric of my jeans clung even tighter to my thighs.
Within mere moments a puddle began to form beneath my butt and the contents of my bladder had barely begun to leave. Relief offered little compensation me as more and more of the hot pee sprayed out of my pee hole and saturated crotch before trickling down my taint with a teasing tickle.
As if bodily fluids escaping from one orifice weren’t enough, salty tears began to stream from my eyes and collect on my lips. I blinked away the tears as the golden flow from my bladder slowed to a trickle. My crotch glistened in the dim light cast from a distant street light, and no doubt the back of my pants shared this trait as well.
The puddle I rested in began to cool as it some of it seeped into my seat. Insult to injury. It took several deep breaths to keep me from sobbing as I tried to dab up the pool of now cold pee around my butt with a spare handkerchief I had around.
A sudden knock on the window made me jump. I turned, expecting to see the winning racer coming to get his winnings, instead I saw a fairly pretty girl whom I had never seen before. Blushing, I rolled down the window.
“Hello.” I mumbled awkwardly.
“Friday.”
“Um, excuse me?”
“On Friday I will rob a bank and you will be my getaway driver.” This innocent enough looking girl spoke with such a candor she might as well told me she was going to the grocery store. I blinked a couple times, not sure if I had heard her right.
“Are you serious?”
“Very. Now, I see it like this. You owe me for paying off your debt just now. You should be glad to repay me so soon, but not only will I call us even I will even cut you in for… let’s say twenty percent. This way we will both walk away from this experience happy.”
“You are talking about robbing a bank.” I blurted out. “I don’t even know your name.”
“My name is Miranda.” She sighed. “Just once I would like for someone to go along with my plans without questions. I do suppose, however, that this is a bit of a bombshell to drop on someone. Well here is the thing, everything is planned out. There is no risk, so you can just relax. Do you agree to my terms.”
This girl honestly didn’t seem to see the depth of what she was asking. “Why me?”
“Well truth be told, you should have won this race. Unfortunately it seems you had a bladder malfunction. Just make sure to go to the bathroom before the heist and everything will be fine. Do we have a deal?”
I stared at her for a moment. This was insane, but it did seem that I owed her money that I didn’t have. Besides, something about her seemed to give off a vibe that I should trust her. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice.”
“Not really, no. I will be in touch.”
“D-do you have my number?”
“Of course I do.” She gave me a cocky half smile before she walked off and disappeared into the night. |
Finally done with this story line, hopefully by next weekend I will have the start to my newest story up.
Everything went so wrong so fast. I had to fight the urge to hyperventilate as I slowly felt myself lose control. The strap on my duffle bag dug into my shoulder from the weight of the money, though it felt more like the weight of the world. I caught sight of Nikki in my peripheral vision squirming in place, having already dropped her own bag on the ground.
“Stay still!” I ordered through grit teeth as I watched the red and blue lights flash across the windows from within the bank.
“Miranda… I have to pee.” She mumbled softly.
“I know. Everyone knows! You can’t even keep upright. How dare you show such a sign of weakness?” I had to ignore the fact that she dumbly used my first name, hopefully no one would catch on to it if I didn’t draw attention.
“I-I’m sorry.” She muttered with a hung head. Meanwhile her body was still bobbing as she moved from the ball of one foot to the next. Her gun hung limply in her right hand while her other hand buried itself in her crotch. Her tight jeans were dry thus far, but I doubted it would remain so. “Can… can I use the bathroom.”
From behind my ski mask I met her teary gaze with an icy glare. “No, you may not. You will remain here with me until we leave.”
“But we aren’t going to get to leave. The police are already here! Y-you said you had everything planned!” Her voice seemed to have grown shriller and shriller as the time moved on. Her immaculate posture that I had once admired was replaced by a slight hunch in her back that was made worse each time she doubled over. One time she remained bent at the waist for several seconds as she bobbed her but in the air.
“I did have everything planned. We should have had five more minutes than we did. Something went wrong, some officer went off schedule or something. I don’t fucking know!”
“Please!” This time it wasn’t Nikki who had addressed me. I turned to fine a concerned mother and daughter combo. I had almost expected the mom to chastise me for my language. “My daughter needs to use the bathroom.”
The daughter in question was on the chubby side and had blonde choppy hair that reached about to her shoulders and wore a hot pink skinny jeans and some sort of band t-shirt. She was amusingly cute in a scene sort of way, but from her position on the ground it was incredibly obvious she need to use the bathroom. The girl rested her crotch on her heels and trembled even worse than Nikki did. Her hands pinched the skin on her thighs so hard I was surprised she wasn’t bleeding.
“I will take her to the bathroom.” Nikki volunteered somewhat desperately. She tried to stand straight up with her legs pressed tightly together but her body was trembling violently and her free hand was still trying to hold back her urine flow.
“No you won’t.” I smirked. I turned to the girl. “Stand up.” I gestured with my gun. She reluctantly obliged. She was short, reaching only to my shoulders. “How old are you?”
“T-thirteen.” She whispered. The poor girl had slipped both her hands down her pants and still had to cross her legs.
“Oh my, that is much too old to wet yourself.” I said in a mocking voice. “Didn’t your mommy potty train you.”
“Y-yes. So why don’t you let me use the bathroom?” She sounded angry now even though she was about to cry.
“Don’t take that tone with me!” I snarled, shoving the barrel of my gun into her forehead.
Her face filled with utter terror but my eyes zeroed in to her lap. Sure enough a dark glistening patch seemingly appeared from nowhere and was accompanied by a faint hissing sound. I followed the wet patch as it expanded down both her legs, creeping from between her legs across the front of her shins. Her trail of urine became less visible as it rolled across her ankle and began to soak the inside of her sneakers. Pretty soon, however her shoes began to overfill and a puddle expanded from beneath her.
“What a shame kid.” I laughed.
“How dare you?” Her mother shouted. I simply pointed my gun at her.
“I will blow your brains out lady.” I shrugged with a monotone voice. “you can sit now, by the way.” I shoved the girl down into her own puddle.
My vision focused onto Nikki. Her knees were pressed against each other while her feet were spread apart. Her torso was hunched over and rapidly rose and fell from her desperate breaths. Her hand gripped the gun tight enough to turn her knuckles white and she tried to press the handle of the gun into her crotch to assist her other hands. That was safety hazard I noted. Strands of her brown hair began to peak from the eye hole of her hockey mask, obscuring her teary eyes.
“Do you want to follow her lead?”
“No…”
“Then stop! Stand up straight and help me think.”
“I-I can’t. Please Just let me use the restroom.” I strode over to her and pressed the barrel of the gun into her stomach.
“Piss yourself and get it over with.”
“N-no.”
“You don’t have a choice. I need a lackey that can focus.”
“No! I’m out. You are on your own.” She glared at me.
“Whatever then.” I growled as I drove the barrel of the gun into her stomach. Her gasp was music to my ears.
She stumbled back, and immediately lost control of her bladder. I found it more than amusing to watch her jeans go from dark blue to almost black. A stream of shimmering darkness snaked down her legs, leaving almost the entirety of her lap a darker color than the rest. A wall of urine fell between her thighs, cascading in gushes as most of the pee transferred to her right sight. The faux tears in her pants took on a yellow hue as she soaked herself.
About the time her flow reached her knees she seemed to stem the flow for a moment but gave in only seconds afterwards and the rest of her jeans took on a dark glistening appearance. A pale yellow puddle slowly grew beneath her feet and reflected her urine soaked legs. Finally she stopped wetting herself.
“Give me your duffle bag.” I demanded, suppressing a grin.
After a moment of hesitation she obliged. I hefted both bag over to the door way, making sure to stay out of the line of fire myself before heading back to the circle of hostages. Finally my phone went off.
“Dammit Chrissy, what took you so long?”
“I’m sorry. I-“
“It doesn’t matter now. I need you to pull up as close as you can.”
“How are you going to get to me?”
“I will take a hostage. Now get into position.” I hung up before she could reply.
My heart was pounding. What the hell was this? It took everything in me not to fall to the floor and hyperventilate. My chest felt tight and panic was swelling up within me. My palms were clammy. This never happened before! My hand swayed as I aim my gun at the closest hostage, a boy not much younger than myself.
“You, you’re coming with me.” I saw his face begin to hint at protest. I moved quicker than he could formulate a response. Dropping both duffle bags for the moment, The toe of my boot met his stomach and he ended up on his back. The muzzle of my gun pressed against his chest. “Don’t fucking argue.” My voice lost its signature monotone. Suddenly my voice trembled and had a slight ‘crazed’ sense to it.
Fortunately I didn’t have to do much more talking. The boy I threatened, who was dressed rather nicely for his age, stumbled to his feet. I pressed the gun to his skull as I stared out the window. Sure enough the red impala we had rented showed up. I didn’t waste any time on giving Nikki a chance to redeem herself. I heaved both duffle bags on to my shoulder and took my hostage as we marched to the car.
I barely acknowledged the police’s warning as I made my way to the car. I could only sense their frustration as I moved through their blockade and to my getaway car. As long as tall, dark and youthful was in my crosshairs I was free, just as long as I didn’t get close enough for them to try something stupid.
Sure enough I was at the getaway car when I felt a sense of apprehension. This felt too easy. I acknowledged the irony in the situation. Only moments ago I was stressing about how difficult a simple job had become and now I was stressing at the opposite. Nevertheless I opened the back door and tossed in the first duffel bag in the back seat while keeping my gun trained on the hostage. It was while I was loading the second bag that my suspicions were confirmed.
The idiot kid had the audacity the shove me. Momentarily losing my aim on him as I tried to catch my balance he took the opportunity to sprint off. I almost fired at him but I quickly realized the danger of the situation. There was nothing stopping them from firing on me. I dove into the back seat, pulling the door shut as I did so.
“Drive!” I yelled.
“Right.” Chrissy mumbled as she gunned the engine. I struggled to buckle myself as the car raced away from the crime scene. Perhaps we had gotten away after all… why weren’t the cops chasing us? What’s going on? Nothing. Calm down, Miranda. It’s a success. I didn’t believe a word of what I was telling myself, but I kept up the morale.
“Did Nikki stay back?”
“She betrayed us.” I growled.
“Oh.” There was something in her voice that didn’t seem right. Was it disappointment? No, then what-
“Are you kidding me?” I screamed. Just ahead of us was yet another blockade of police cruises, completely blocking our escape. “Turn around!”
Chrissy stopped the car, put it in park and removed the keys from ignition.
“What are you doing?” She remained silent. “Oh… Oh my god! You snitched on me! You set me up!”
“I’m sorry, Miranda. I… I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t commit the crime.”
The panic returned to me. I slammed the muzzle of my gun against Chrissy’s head. “Get out.”
“What?”
“Get out. I’m making a request.”
“Oh… Okay.”
I knew she thought I was insane. Maybe I was. Still, she got out. At least she can follow one command.
I followed her. My cocky smile returned as I imagined how the officers would meet my negotiations. How I would win. My pleasant thoughts were interrupted when Chrissy punched me. I was still halfway out of the car when her first was introduced to my face. The blow staggered me and before I could even fall on my butt Chrissy swatted the gun from my hand.
As I stared up at the one girl who foiled my plans I felt strangely warm. The warmth, however, only radiated from my lower bods. As my eyes lowered to the ground they noticed a glistening puddle that spread out beneath me. My jeans grew dark as they were soiled by urine.
I had completely lost control. |
BEFORE YOU READ ON. This is an Elricest Fullmetal Fanfiction. It contains: Omorashi (duh), incest, and soft yaoi. It semi follows the actual story line of Brotherhood- A background to this specific FF- It's been a few months since Al got his body back (Ed has his arm back, but not his leg). The brothers are together sexually, and on a train going to visit Winry and Granny in their hometown. If you don't like incest or yaoi, don't read! Just thought I'd warn everyone about the content. Any comments/constructive criticisms would be welcome.
Alphonse sat next to Ed on the empty train, glad to be back in his body again. He rested his head on his brother's shoulder- the two had become closer in the past months. In fact...what some would say is "too close".
"You okay, Al?" Ed asked warmly, placing his hand on his brother's thigh.
Al nodded. "Just a bit tired."
"Try and get some sleep. We have a long ride ahead of us and your body needs rest." Ed suggested.
That was all Alphonse needed to encourage him into a peaceful sleep.
He awoke some time later, with a crick in his neck and a fullness in his belly. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. "E-ed?"
"Hey, you're awake." Edward looked up from the book he had been reading. "Did you sleep well?"
Al nodded, becoming more aware of the full feeling in his bladder. He had had his body back for several months now, and was still getting used to it's functions. "Is there a toilet on the train, brother?"
Ed shook his head, putting his book away. "No, do you need to go?"
Alphonse shifted in his seat uncomfortably and nodded. "How much farther?"
Ed looked at his brother with concern. "A while, Al." He leaned over and kissed his brother's temple before putting his arm around Alphonse.
Alphonse tried to distract himself by talking to Ed-about Winry and Granny mostly- who they were traveling to visit. His bladder was proving to be a very pressing issue, however. He began to squirm around like a child, and found himself asking Edward when they would be there again.
Edward looked at his brother with empathy. "We should have taken a train with a stopover." He said. "I'm sorry, Al, your body is still a bit weak, I know you're still getting used to it." he patted Al's thigh.
Al blushed. He didn't want to act like a child in front of Edward, even if he had a good excuse for doing so.
Edward could see that Al was feeling embarrassed. "Hey, it's okay, Al. It's not your fault. Just try to hold on, alright?"
Al nodded solemnly, still fidgeting badly.
Ed moved closer to Al, and kissed his cheek. "Here, maybe I can help you forget about it for a bit." He glanced around the car just to be positive that it was empty before bringing his lips to Al's, kissing him gently. He then pulled away to judge his brother's reaction before proceeding.
Al blushed, but nodded.
Ed brought his lips to Al's again, this time a bit harder. Al responded by kissing his brother back, moving his hand so it was on Ed's side.
Ed moved his hand up Al's thigh, until he reached Al's crotch. Slowly, he gave Al's member a small squeeze. "I'm going to get you hard, okay? That'll help you hold it." Ed whispered.
Al agreed, allowing Ed to begin kissing his neck. Ed then moved his hand up to Al's pants, which he unbuttoned. He slid his hand under Al's boxers, feeling Al's penis starting to get erect. He took the opportunity to wrap his hand around his brother, sucking on Al's neck.
"That feels nice, brother." Al whispered as a bit of liquid escaped from his member.
Ed used the pre cum as a lubricant and slid his hand up and down Al, slowly at first. As Al responded to his touch, he began moving his hand faster.
"Al," he said quietly, "I can't let you cum, or it will be impossible to hold your pee after, okay? I'm sorry, but if you want to hold it longer, I need to stop before you orgasm."
"You'll need to stop soon then," Al replied, his breath a bit caught.
"We'll finish up later, I promise." Ed waited until Al was seconds away from cumming before ceasing his touch.
Al writhed with want, biting his lip.
Ed, feeling a bit guilty, kissed Al on the lips again. "You should feel a lot better until your erection goes away." Ed told his brother.
Al blushed again, realizing what Ed had just done to him on a public train. "Thank you, brother."
He kept his pants unbuttoned for the time being. His bladder felt a bit better now, and the pee was no longer pressing up against his pee hole, begging to be released. "Really brother, how much longer? Do you think...You know, I'll be able to hold it?"
Ed sighed. "It'll be at least another hour and a half."
Al frowned, not liking Ed's response much.
A few minutes passed before Ed put his arm around his little brother. "If you don't make it, it's okay, Al." Ed told him.
Al nodded. His penis was beginning to go back to normal, but was still semi-erect. Al buttoned his pants again and used his hand to adjust himself through them.
Ed took out his book again and began reading. Al watched him for a while and then moved over toward the window to watch the landcape. His bladder was quickly beginning to bother him again, and he moved his hand down to his crotch.
Ed glanced away from his book every now and again to see how Al was doing. He seemed to be getting in a tight spot again.
A wave of pressure hit Alphonse, and he bent forward, holding his member.
Ed looked over at his brother, cringing as it looked like he was in pain.
Al sighed deeply, squeezing himself tightly. He squirmed in his seat before loosening his grip. When he saw Ed looking at him, he quickly looked away.
"It's okay, Al. Do what you have to do." he said, looking away to give his brother some privacy.
As another wave hit him, Alphonse grunted and moved his other hand down to his crotch as well. He didn't want to wet himself like a child, but he knew he couldn't hold his bladder until they arrived. "B-brother"
Ed put his book down and began rubbing Al's back with his palm.
"I'm not going to make it." Al whimpered.
"It's okay," Ed told him, "If...If you're going to have an accident-"
"Ed!" Al blushed.
"I know, I know-"
"Some leaked out, brother." Alphonse panicked.
Ed stood, trying to get Alphonse up as well. "Come on, just go in the corner of the train. At least then you won't have wet pants when we get off."
"I-I don't think I can stand." Alphonse said, leaking again as he tried. he gripped his member for all he was worth.
Ed knelt down and maneuvered his hands around Al's, unbuttoning his pants as he held his penis. "Let go, Al."
Al shook his head, a look of shock on his face.
Ed sat next to Al again. In a quick swoop, he pried his brother's hands away from his crotch. As quickly as the urine began gushing out of Al, Ed had his brother's member out of his pants. The damage to his pants was minimal.
Al was grateful for his brother, but removed his hand from his member as the puddle of pee forming on the floor grew. He sighed in relief as his bladder emptied. When he was finally finished, he buttoned his pants again and blushed at the puddle he had made.
"Feel better, Al?" Ed didn't mean it in a mocking way. He moved his brother over so that he was away from the puddle.
Al nodded. "Sorry, brother."
"Don't apologize, I told you, it's okay." Ed leaned in to Al, and lowered his voice to a whisper, "And tell you what. Tonight we can spend all night finishing what we started, okay?"
~To Be Continued?~ |
This is something I wrote a while back. I was excited about writing an omorashi-themed story when I first started, but I really didn't feel satisfied with how it turned out. I'm not much of a writer to begin with (bad with words), and the plot and execution of the omorashi itself are kind of awkward. But I reread it a couple days ago and realized it wasn't actually as awful as I'd remembered it being. It's still pretty bad, but who knows, maybe someone will like it!
~~~Fruitless Waiting~~~
The stars shone bright above her, pinprick holes in the heavy black shroud of the sky that let the light of worlds beyond shine through onto the mortal Earth -- a place of melancholy, and hope, and struggle, and despair, and love. . . and most of all, flesh, the solid form that stands beneath yet somehow gives meaning to the soul inhabiting it.
She was waiting alone, sitting in the garden by the inn. A purple flower she couldn't recognize hung down from the arbor above her, emitting a vaguely sweet scent that mingled with the saltiness of the air. Every once in a while, people would come walking along the path across from her, between the old maples and the rose bushes, shadowy figures silhouetted against the warm glow of the inn windows and lit a little on the other side by a gibbous moon. Most of them were either drunk or planning on getting drunk in short order. The noise of the nearby tavern ebbed and flowed with the arrival and departure of its patrons.
The town clock struck fourth quarter: midnight.
Is he still coming? she thought sadly. A freezing wind came up and started cutting into her skin. The young lady shivered as she drew her cloak more tightly around herself and pulled her scarf up over her nose and mouth.
It's been three hours. . . Did he forget, or did he -
Not allowing herself to finish the thought, she whispered, "He'll come. He's only late. . ."
It was impossible to keep still in the cold. Her teeth chattered, and each new gust of wind sent convulsions through her body. Her nose was dripping, and even under her thick scarf, her face was going white.
And, to top all this off, she was feeling an old and familiar discomfort in her lower regions.
"I can hold it," she muttered, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, "It's not so bad yet."
Just then, a party of sailors, Imperial from the look of them, came down along the path, chattering and singing and making such a din that several inn patrons opened up their windows and shouted at them to quiet down or else suffer some unspecified consequences. Empty threats were exchanged before the tired visitors finally gave up and tried to return to bed, while the seamen went on as loud as before. One with sharp eyes caught sight of the young lady under the arbor. He smiled a lecherous smile and said to the others, "Watch this."
With a swaggering gait, the short but well-built and muscular sailor approached, made a low bow, and, in fractured Abelani, began:
"What's such a sweet little lady doing out in this cold? C'mere, lady. I'm gonna make you warm."
He tried to grab her by the arm, but she quickly withdrew, recoiling from the touch of his strong, calloused hands.
"What's the matter, bitch? Don't you like me?" he shouted, his calm, confident facade quickly crumbling to dust.
His friends were laughing. "Give it up, Ith! It's freezing out here! Let's get to the bar!"
But their laughter only prodded him on. He wouldn't let himself be humiliated in front of them. Not giving her time to react this time, he snatched up both her arms and drew her to him. Without a word, she tore herself from his grip, shooting him a look of hostility and contempt unmistakable even in the darkness. The sailor was stunned by her strength, but he wouldn't be deterred. He was about to move in for another attack when a couple friends of his got him by the shoulders and started dragging him protesting away.
"His apologies, miss," one of them said, half meaning it, "Let's go, Ith. Damn, man! Why do you have to go for every girl you see? You can't even see what she looks like under all that!"
And the party went on their way, leaving the garden quiet again. She was a little shaken, but not badly. She could hold her own against men like that. Her thoughts quickly returned to the one she was waiting for, and to how much longer she might have to wait.
* * *
An hour passed, and then another. Fewer people went down the path as the night wore on. The singing of the tavern died down, and the only sounds remaining were the occasional tap of the guardsman's boots on the plaza pavement, the ever present crashing of the waves against the cliffs and stones of the shore, and, in the distance, the tenor croaks of the frogs that inhabited the water basin. On another night, she might have enjoyed the stillness and the solitude. But now, she was tired and hungry; her hands were numb with cold, and her bladder was slowly reaching its limit as the hours wore on.
Still, she waited, though her eyes dripped tears that left streaks of ice as they slid down her face.
She was sitting now, on a stone bench beside the laundry pool, legs crossed tight, her face buried in her hands.
I'm crazy, she thought, staying here like this. . . He won't come. . . She was never going to. . . I gotta pee. . . Bad. . . She laughed in spite of herself. I want to go home, and I want to go pee, and I want to go to bed, and I want to forget about all of this. . .
She got to her feet, only to find herself suddenly worrying. What if he comes when I'm not here?
You've been telling yourself that all night! If he was going to come, he would have been here by now.
But. . . what if he's just late?
If something's kept him this long, it'll probably keep him the whole night. One way or another, he isn't coming.
What could have happened?
Either he's gone back on his promise, or he's dead.
No! What if he. . . Something came up. . .
She wanted to get up and leave, but her body wouldn't move. A cold breeze touched her, and it felt like death. At that moment, she felt like dying, or at least she wouldn't mind if she did. The words he'd said to her were still clear in her memory: words of love and devotion, words she had believed because she wanted to. They had only known each other a short time, but they got to know each other very well. Though, now she questioned how well she really knew him. He had presented himself as a thinking man, beyond the petty problems of the world, who would take her to where he had been, a place of happiness and peace. He was a handsome man with innocent, transparent eyes. She thought she'd read him right when he told her to meet him here tonight. They would leave together for the Mainland, he said. . .
Why would he do this to me. . . If he didn't really want me, why didn't he tell me so? Why would he ask me to wait for him when he knew. . . Could he really be so cruel?
And she started weeping, open, unrestrained, not caring who might see her (not that there was anyone around to see her anyway). Suddenly, her bladder asserted itself. With a little gasp, she pressed her hands between her legs to regain control.
"I have to go now," she muttered, grimacing. As she stood up and started to leave, a familiar voice called out to her.
"Mirien! Is that you?"
A backwards glance revealed the voice's source -- Sanku Enkosta, apparently just emerging from the tavern.
"It is you!" she cried out in astonishment, hurrying over, "What're you doing out so late, and in this chill? Look! You're trembling!"
Indeed, Mirien was trembling. All the physical and emotional pressures of the night had taken their toll.
Mirien looked at Sanku for a moment. She was an old friend. Though they hadn't spoken much lately, they used to be very close, sharing everything with each other. They drifted apart naturally, it seemed, as good friends sometimes do.
She desperately wanted to excuse herself, to tell Sanku that she couldn't stick around to explain things. But at that moment, she needed someone to talk to, and she knew Sanku would listen with sympathetic ears. Almost hobbling, she approached her friend and said, with a calmness that surprised herself:
"He didn't come."
Sanku looked at her blankly for a moment before a sudden flash of realization crossed her face. "You mean. . . That guy from down south. . . The. . ."
Mirien gave a low nod, pressing her lips together tight.
"You were that close. . . ? His ship set sail this afternoon. . . Didn't he. . . ?"
But she didn't complete her thought. Even in the dim light, she could see a subtle change in Mirien's eyes. Timidly, she pulled the scarf down from over her mouth, prompting Mirien to do the same.
". . . Sorry," she muttered after a moment's pause.
Mirien wanted to cry again, but something kept her from doing it. She felt wretched. She felt used. But she couldn't express it now. She needed to cry, and she needed to talk, but nothing was coming out.
Sanku noticed how her friend was fidgeting -- how she was crossing and uncrossing her legs and bouncing a little. She thought it must have been the cold, and that was partly true.
"Come on," she whispered, "Let's go to the other end of the garden. Wind won't be as much of a problem there."
Gently, she took Mirien's hand and led her to a bench wedged in a corner between two apartments, shielded from the gusts that were picking up in frequency and intensity. They sat close together. Mirien could smell wine and ale on her friend's breath.
After a long, fidgety silence, Mirien at last managed to say, "Talk to me."
"Hmm?. . ."
"Talk to me. When I heard you call my name just now, I wanted to talk to you, but now I just want to listen to someone. . . Please, talk to me about something."
"Okay, then. . . What should I-"
"Anything."
". . . Well, down at the docks today. . . We got a shipment of-"
"You asked me why I'm here so late. Now you know why. So, what about you?"
Sanku just looked at her friend for a moment. A faint smile wriggled onto her face, and she pulled her scarf back up. "I felt good today. . . I can't say why. . . It was just a nice day. So, I felt like getting a little drunk to celebrate. It's like some sort of personal holiday I don't know the meaning of."
"Oh?" Mirien intoned, squeezing a hand in her crotch.
"Life just feels wonderful today. O-of course, things are a little tough for you right now. . . Look, I'm sorry if-"
"No! No," Mirien quickly interjected. She was torn. On one hand, she wanted to stay and talk; Sanku's company was making her feel a little better, less alone. But on the other hand, if she didn't go soon. . .
I can just tell her, "Sorry, but I really need to use the toilet right now." Could you wait here for a minute please? But. . . it feels so wonderful to be with someone right now. I've been alone and miserable all night. . . I couldn't ask her to come with me, could I? . . . No! That's. . . But why am I even thinking about this right now!
". . . Mirien."
Without realizing it, she had started bawling.
". . . Fuck! . . . I've been waiting so long, and he doesn't come! He was never going to come! He told me, 'Wait for me in the garden.' That's exactly what he said. But he's gone! Did I not matter to him at all? How could he. . . What right did he have? I trusted him, and he knew that. I thought I could trust him. . . He told me so many things. . . Wonderful things. . ." Mirien felt a little calmer now. "I've been standing around here maybe six hours now. . . Fuck, I'm crazy! . . . And. . . I'm just exhausted. My legs are tired. My fingers are about to fall off, and my nose has been dripping into my scarf all night. I'm so hungry. And I am seriously about to piss myself right now; I've been holding it since yesterday, and I really don't think I can hold it anymore."
Although she felt embarrassed saying it, Mirien was surprised by how easy it was to admit her need. For a moment, Sanku was silent, but then she started to laugh and said congenially, "We'd better get you to a toilet then."
Feeling a little awkward, Mrient took her friend's hand and got to her feet. Not delaying a moment, they set off to the plaza.
"We'll use the one by the schoolyard. . . The tavern's just closed."
Mirien nodded, holding herself and continuing to squirm. It felt a little better to be walking, but every tiny step she took (and her steps had to be tiny) put gently squeezed her bladder, which was now full to bursting point. She wasn't leaking yet, but her hand was like an old, worn-out levee trying to hold back a train of tsunamis. She wouldn't be able to hold it back much longer.
The two of them hobbled past the inn, windows all dark. The plaza was empty, an unusual sight. Even the night watchman had returned to the guardhouse having completed his rounds and being satisfied that everything was secure. Mirien looked up and saw the Windmill, silhouetted against a white Moon that now barely crested above the Windmill's apex. Very soon, the Sun would be rising. Everyone would wake up and prepare for the long autumn day ahead. But for now, with the stars still shining and the town still quiet, it was a beautiful night.
As they reached the corner where the plaza met Market Street, Mirien let out a gasp. Sanku didn't ask what was wrong; the faint, sporadic pattering of water on stone told her what she needed to know. She turned to Mirien, who had a look of speechless terror written on her face. Without thinking, Sanku embraced her, wrapping her arms tight around Mirien's chest and pressing their cheeks together. A jolt shot through Mirien, and her urine started coming out full force. Through her thick trousers, a strong, heavy stream shot to the ground, wetting the cobblestones of the street below. Mirien stood there, feeling the half-drunken heat emanating from Sanku's body, feeling her soft caresses and her smooth cheek, hearing gentle reassurances that everything was alright, at last experiencing sweet, long awaited release as her warm, long-retained pee gushed out of her. She flushed crimson, even in the color-sapping cold, at the thought of what she was doing. Her face was burning with shame. She was humiliated. In a way, she was defeated. But, in the arms of a dear old friend, there was a certain pleasure in this.
Mirien sighed with contentment and relief. Sanku felt her warm breath on her face as she listened to the hiss and patter of Mirien's still gushing stream. She kept going for about half a minute before finally starting to taper off and eventually stop. Once again, she let out a little sigh.
Mirien heard Sanku quietly chuckling. "You. . . really did have to go, didn't you."
She blushed a second time. "I - I did tell you how long I was waiting, didn't I?"
Listening to her friend's sniggering, she started to laugh too. After all she had been through, to laugh was wonderful. She felt lighter now, bouncier, though she was still exhausted.
"You know," Sanku whispered with a sympathetic and playful smile, ". . . I have to go too."
"Ha ha! You're drunk, Sanku. You don't know what you're doing!"
"You did it! Now hold on."
With that, she began to squeeze Mirien even tighter. For a moment, everything was silent. Then, as a new smile spread across Sanku's face, she began to piddle on the ground, her puddle meeting with Mirien's in what little space there was between them.
"Ahhhh. . . !"
Sanku sighed an exaggerated sigh as she emptied herself. Her stream was just as strong as Mirien's, but it didn't last as long. Still, Mirien was amazed she had shown no signs of desperation before then. . .
A breeze blew up and cut between their soaked legs, sending a chill through both of them.
"Let's go somewhere warmer and get cleaned up," Sanku suggested, "Then. . . Maybe we can go back to my place and get something to eat. You're still hungry, right?"
"Y-yeah," Mirien replied, still red in the face, "We should. . . Probably wash our boots first off . ."
"Hah. . . Good idea."
". . . The baths are open all hours, aren't they?"
"Yeah, I think so. . . We sure could use a bath right now!"
Without thinking -- without having to think -- Mirien took Sanku's gloved hand tightly in her own. They looked at each other, content.
"Well, let's go!" Sanku said.
And off they went.
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Comments, criticism, and advice are welcome! |
The One Where Rachael Has To Hold It
Rachael Green sighed as she watched the clock tick by. 5:55, five minutes before she could officially leave work and relax for the evening. However there was one slightly more pressing issue for the blonde, one which needed to be fulfilled pretty soon. Rachael had been sitting with her legs tightly crossed for the past hour, and had been forced to bounce lightly in her seat to ease the pressure on her aching bladder. Since Rachael's pee during her morning break, she had consumed two cups of coffee and a large soda, as well as occasional glasses of water. Her boss was very strict times in which employees could use the bathrooms, and only allowed it during official break times. Rachael hadn't felt the need at lunch, and despite having urges during her afternoon break, she knew the amount of work meant that she couldn't really get away with wasting time fulfilling her bodily needs. She knew that she was in control of her bladder, and at the time, she felt she would comfortable hold it. 5:56. Yet now she knew it would was going to be a close call, and there was no guarantee of making it to the toilets with dry knickers. The tight pencil skirt she was wearing did her no favours, as it pressed on her bladder, making it more difficult to suppress the waves of urine threatening to surface. Annoyingly, Rachael had finished her work, but with her boss working just next door, she knew she couldn't risk being seen leaving early, and the thought of being called into his office while being in dire need of the restroom was an unappealing scenario to face. She tried to take her mind off the more persistent pleas from her bladder to read a fashion magazine. 5:57. She swore the clock was moving slower. Her need was increasing at a worrying rate now, and she was now forced to openly dig her fists into her crotch to prevent an embarrassing accident. The empty coffee mug in the corner of her eye was almost tempting for her. She considered the feeling of ripping her skirt off, and allowing the pee to explode into the mug, and the feeling of relief and satisfaction she would get. She also knew that if someone was to walk into the room at this time, she would almost certainly lose her job, so the extreme discomfort would have to be suffered. 5:58. Oh my God! She was trying to think of the last time she needed the bathroom this badly. It was probably that party where she got ridiculously drunk in high school, and ended up wetting her jeans while waiting for the restroom at someone's house. Only this time, she couldn't use the 'drunk' excuse. The idea of actually wetting herself horrified her, so she tried again to take her mind off the desperation, gazing out of the window at the beautiful New York skyline. 5:59. Rachael saw this as her cue to start getting ready, so she carefully stood up, making sure her hand remained in her crotch. She awkwardly walked over to grab her coat and bag, feeling the pee sloshing about in her ridiculously full bladder. The gusset of her panties felt damp, and she was unsure if this was down to a leaked spurt of urine, or the nerves induced by the situation. She gingerly bent down to put her coat on, having to hold herself again to prevent a bit of wee escaping her exhausted muscles.
6:00. Rachael ran to the door as fast as she could in her pee-filled state. The doors still needed to be locked, so Rachael was forced to stand with her legs tightly crossed, fiddling around with her keys, while mumbling under her breath. Eventually the door locked, and she hobbled over to the lift, praying with each step that her bladder could remain strong for the next two minutes or so. As the lift doors shut closed, she was thankful no-one else was in, and she took opportunity of the privacy, by slightly unzipping her pencil skirt, and placing her hand down her panties to help the cause. Her pussy trembled as her cold hands clutched her urethra, and as her fingers ran through her thin line of pubic hair. With relief at such a proximity away, she found it extremely difficult to hold it, and she shifted in her place like a school girl. The sound came on that indicated the lift was about to stop, and she quickly readjusted herself, exasperated at the fact someone else was about to enter the lift. The sudden increase in pressure caused her to let a spurt of wee out into her white panties, and prompted a gasp and a blush from Rachael. The door opened, and a man in his late 20s walked in. Rachael knew this man, he was the gorgeous one with the hair who worked on 5th. The two had never spoken to each other, but Rachael had been wishing for weeks that he'd work up the courage to ask her out for a coffee. Damn! The thought of coffee caused Rachael to squirm in her place.
'Hi' the man spoke up, smiling at Rachael.
'Hey' Rachael replied as flirtily as she could, standing with her knees bent and pressed into each other, to try and ease the pressure without her having to hold herself.
'How's it going?' he asked, while taking a swig of water.
Rachael watched as the water tantalisingly sloshed about inside the bottle. 'Yeah not bad, you know how it is at this time, all this work'
The elevator suddenly jerked, causing Rachael to jerk with horror. Another spurt leaked into her panties and she was forced to suddenly clutch her crotch to prevent a full blown accident. She felt the warm drop of pee escape the safety of her knickers, and run slowly down her leg. She was aware the elevator had stopped working, causing instant panic.
'HELLO?!!' she yelled, banging on the door.
'We're stuck between 1st and ground floor,' the man informed her. 'I've pressed the emergency button, but I'm not sure how long they'll be'
'Oh God, this is really bad.' Rachael exclaimed, fanning herself, while standing with her legs crossed tightly.
'Calm down, I'm sure it'll be sooner rather than later' the man replied.
'It's not that, it's just..' Rachael looked down at her feet, and went beetroot read.
'What?' the man enquired, oblivious to the fact Rachael was hopping from toe to toe, with her hand resting on her crotch.
'I'm dying to use the bathroom' she shamefully admitted.
'Oh,' the young man blushed, not quite sure what to say. The bulge in his pants gave his fetish away, as well as how hot he found Rachael.
This didn't go unnoticed by the desperate Rachael. 'Enjoying this are you?' she snapped, now crying in desperation.
'Er... no... it's just...' he was flabbergasted, and had no idea how to react.
Rachael glanced at his now empty water bottle.'Tell you what, I'm now so desperate, that I would pee ANYWHERE. How about you let me piss in your bottle, and I'll let you buy me a coffee tomorrow morning?'
'Urm...' Rachael grimaced as the man hesitated, as a much longer spurt of pee soaked her panties. 'Sure.'
As quick as anything, Rachael ripped her skirt and panties off, and was now stood there, bottom half naked, keeping her thighs tightly shut. The man stared at her exposed vagina, admiring it. He would be lying if he said he hadn't imagined what it looked like, and this was even better.
'Quickly,' Rachael yelled, as he passed her the water bottle. She positioned the water bottle under her lips and tried to relax. The need to pee was agonising now, yet her body just wouldn't allow her to urinate. 'Turn away,' she ordered, but as soon as he did, the lift started to move again.
Rachael pulled her skirt and panties up, before a jet of urine exploded out of a urethra. 'So now you decide to pee?' Rachael grumbled, having to act quickly to prevent herself from wetting her knickers. The door opened, and Rachael ran as fast as possible to the ladies room, not caring about the drips of urine she left during the process. She bolted into the closest stall, but struggled to undo her skirt this time. She was surrounded by the extremely loud hiss of pee from the woman in the stall adjacent, and the flushing of the toilet in the other stall. Now screaming in agony, she felt her privates turn numb, and she knew the inevitable was happening. It began as a steady stream of hot piss, soaking the crotch of her panties, which formed two smaller streams down each leg. However eventually it exploded out of her urethra. Rachael watched as a wet spot formed on her skirt, which slowly grew in size. The pee spread to her bum, and had even reached her high heels. Rachael pulled the waistband of her panties away from her, and watched as the pee soaked the fabric. She sat on the toilet after a three minute piss, panting and gasping in ecstasy. Luckily, her coat remained dry so she was able to hide the leakage, as she walked away from the bathroom. She found the man just waiting outside.
'Sorry you missed the show, maybe I'll make it up to you some other time,' she winked. 'What's your name again?'
'James' he replied, before grabbing her and passionately kissing her. Rachael returned the hug, and knew at that point she was going to have some fun with him. |
Alright, so I am fairly excited about this story line. This post just serves as a long winded introduction to most of the main cast. The story itself will jump between character POVs. So without further ado, I present "Armageddon: A modern fantasy"
Katie's POV
My heart hammered in my chest. Why am I so nervous? I wiped my sweaty hands off onto my pants. Am I underdressed? Romero’s wasn’t exactly a five star restaurant but it was the nicest place within traveling distance. Would a pair of sneakers, lime green skinnies, and a graphic tee cut it? Probably not for normal people, but me and Zed were far from the social norm.
Before I had head out the door I made sure to pull on my bright green jacket that was a little bit too big for me. Zed had a habit of teasing me about my palette choice coupled with my short stature allowed me to be mistaken for a child. Of course he wasn’t the only one, but at least no one ever said it in mean spirit.
The brisk air greeted me as I stepped out my door. I wasn’t a huge fan of the cold, but since Romero’s was only a five minute walk from my house I decided to give my short, stubby legs a work out. With strides as long as I could muster I moved as quickly as possible to meet Zed for our date.
When I finally reached my destination I suddenly regretted my clothing choice. While it wasn’t a black tie affair sort of place most people were still dressed nicer than I was. It wasn’t until I found Zed that the self-consciousness went away. There was my dork of a boyfriend dressed in dark wash jean, tennis shoes, a black tee and his signature sleek, black hoodie which he left unzipped.
The two of us must have looked like polar opposites. Our only physical trait that we had in common was that we were both slender-though being a girl I naturally had more curves than he-and a collection of freckles that dotted our noses and speckled our cheeks. Even then my freckles were more prominent against my milky skin while his were hidden by his tan flesh.
His dark messy hair contrasted my long strawberry blonde hair. My ever vibrant and colorful clothing clashed with his darker color choices. His breathtaking turquoise eyes were narrow and slanted as opposed to my wide brown eyes. Even his laid back and reserved personality differed from my own outgoing and excitable nature. Perhaps it was our differences that made our relationship work so well.
Upon spotting me, Zed rose to greet me. While he, being half elf, couldn’t be considered tall, I still barely reached his shoulders. Nevertheless he embraced me, flashing his crooked smile as he did so. I inhaled his heady scent as he held me tight for a moment. When he released me we were both smiling like two love sick fools.
“Hey, Katie.” He muttered. His eyes met mine and for a moment neither of us looked away.
“Hi.” I mumbled softly in return.
He finally broke the stare as he gestured towards the table. “Have a seat.” He said as he pulled out my chair for me.
I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all. I couldn’t hide my goofy grin as I thanked him and took the seat. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”
“Not at all.” He smiled. “Although I could have picked you up, if you had wanted.”
“Perhaps, but I kind of like meeting people places. Maybe that’s weird.” I laughed nervously. I probably sounded like a dork.
“It’s… unique.” He said finally. “And it saves me money on gas.” He teased.
“See. It’s a good thing. I help save you money.”
“Maybe.” He contemplated. “But it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world for me to pick you up. If you ever want me to, I mean.”
“You could drive me home. If you want to, I mean.” I teased.
He winced. “I might have walked here.”
“What? That’s at least a half hour walk!” I exclaimed.
“I like to walk.” He shrugged.
“Well then… I guess you can walk me home.”
“Alright, it’s a deal.”
One exorbitantly expensive meal later, which Zed insisted he pay for by himself, the two of us found ourselves facing the brisk air once more. I dithered in the doorway for a moment as I was suddenly made aware of a certain pressure building in my bladder. Before I could decide whether I should go now or when I got home Zed’s fingers suddenly laced with my own and all thoughts were expelled from my brain as my heart skipped a beat.
“Let us be off.” He said with a smirk as he led me in the direction of my home. For a while the two of strolled down the street with our intertwined hands swinging between the two of us. For those few short moments everything was peaceful and my life was sane. Of course it didn’t take too long before something came around to ruin it.
It started with a simple collision as an older stranger bumped into Zed. Zed immediately turned to apologize but was interrupted when the stranger muttered something I couldn’t make out. Zed’s face went pale and I could feel his hand tremble slightly. Before I could ask what exactly the man had said Zed led me and the stranger into the privacy of a dark alleyway.
This time the stranger spoke loud enough for me to hear. “Alright, no one has to lose their life over this. Just hand over all your possessions and I will be off.” My eyes caught a glint of light and were drawn to the muzzle of a pistol. In that moment my brain suddenly remembered to be afraid and my heart began to race.
My vision tunneled, focusing on the menacing firearm in our muggers hand, everything else was out of focus and seemed to shudder and tremble as the peripheral of my vision seemed to pulsate. Panic swelled in my chest and my hand slipped from Zed’s. A strange warmth spread across my lap as my knees buckled.
I managed to pull my gaze away from the gun long enough to inspect my legs to see something dark and glistening creep down my thighs. For the first time in six years I was wetting myself. I might have blushed had the blood not all been drained from my face. Instead I slowly drew my vision back to the gun aimed at my body.
I could barely form coherent thoughts as the gun seemed to glare at me. The deafening beat of my heart drowned out any of the conversation between the marauder and Zed that I might have heard. Hot rivulets of pee trickled down the back of my calves. My legs felt as if they would give out at any moment. Short, desperate breaths escaped my lips as I tried to fight back the terror that was beginning to overwhelming me.
It took me a moment to realize the faint patter I heard over the din of my own pounding heart was the sound of pee drizzling to the ground. The golden liquid had already thoroughly saturated my legs and overflown my sneakers. The warmth that tickled my legs was almost a welcome compared to how cold the rest of my body felt. I managed to draw my vision away from the gun once more to stare at the puddle that was pooling beneath me. The golden disk of liquid fear beneath me reflected my shame between ripples as diminishing streams added to its entirety.
“Leave her out of this.” Zed’s voice broke me from my shell shock. I raised my gaze to find him standing between me and the mugger.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to be a hero?”
“I guess I didn’t get the memo.” Even though you could hear the uncertainty in his voice Zed was far better at hiding his fear than I was. The only visible indicator that he was even frightened was his trembling legs as he tried to stand tall.
“I am not a huge fan of smart mouths.” The crook raised his gun, leveling it with Zed’s head.
“No!” I cried out. In an instant something bizarre occurred. Zed’s body was thrown to the wall to his right. The Mugger was flung much more harshly out of the alleyway and into the street, his body rag dolling as it went.
My body was suddenly overcome with exhaustion and my mind with confusion. I fell to my knees, splashing my own puddle of pee. I waited until my breathing returned to normal before I moved to check on Zed. Fortunately he seemed fine; whoever our attacker was took the brunt of whatever just happened.
“What happened?” Zed groaned as he sat up.
“I have no idea.” I admitted breathlessly as I resisted the urge to fall over on him.
“What are the chances? Two birds with one stone.” I was distracted from my fatigue at the sudden appearance of yet another stranger. This one was about my and Zed’s age and like Zed was slender. That, however, is where the similarities ended. This boy was half a head taller than Zed was, with short blonde hair that made him look a little like Fred from Scooby Doo. Unlike Zed he didn’t slouch but his posture was still relaxed and open. His most striking feature, though, had to be his electric blue eyes that almost seemed to glow.
His apparel was a little hipster-esque and not just because of the plastic black and blue Ray-Ban frames he wore. He donned a plaid button up tee with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of skinny jeans and to top it off was a pair of moccasins.
Already wary of strangers I rose to my feet and balled my fists, hoping I could cause another freak attack. Instead the hipster raised his arms in surrender.
“Whoa, there. We come in peace.” He spoke with such innocent confidence that I couldn’t help but trust him, even though I knew I shouldn’t. Wait, we? I looked towards Zed but found him staring at something in the shadows. Following his gaze I didn’t see anything at first. Finally, though, I watched as another figure stepped from the darkness.
This stranger was shorter, about Zed’s height, and was a fair skinned female with mousy brown hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. The girl was fit, not exactly muscular but nothing on her lithe body was soft. A skin tight long sleeve shirt hugged her, almost completely, flat chest and black runner shorts covered her thighs. Her almond eyes flit between me and Zed as she took her place at the hipster’s side.
“We are… friends.” The hipster spoke again and I couldn’t help but feel there was something off about him; nothing necessarily bad, just different. It was almost like… he wasn’t among one of the four civilized races or even the three arcane. He was something else entirely. The thought made my head spin.
“I’m sorry if I don’t quite recall adding you on Facebook.” Zed spoke up.
“Well we aren’t friends yet, but we will be.” Hipster said the statement like it was a fact.
“Is that so? Are you a psychic now?”
“Well, yes.” Hipster shrugged.
The girl had seemed frustrated at the entire situation and finally spoke up. “Look, we are mages. You are technically mages too. We are here to kidnap you.”
“Don’t say kidnap!” Hipster cried. “Recruit, we are here to recruit you.”
“Mages?” I asked. “Mages are extinct. They were all killed out during the Witch Trials.”
“You will find, my naïve friend, that it is very difficult to eradicate something as broad as the gene that allows one to manipulate magic. A gene that spans every race, will not be easily be erased. No, Mages are simply endangered and in hiding but we still very much exist. You, yourself, are a living testament to that.” Hipster said with his charismatic voice.
“You said two birds with one stone, does that mean…?” Zed asked.
“Yes, you’re a wizard too, Harry.” The girl scoffed.
“Mage. Wizards and Witches are offensive terms.” Hipster rolled his eyes.
“Either way, you are coming with us.” The girl stated.
“And if I don’t want to?” Zed inquired.
“Then I guess you can have fun being killed by the Witch Hunters. Oh by the way, the fact that we know you are mages means that the Witch Hunters do too, and they are probably on their way here as we speak.” Hipster suddenly got very serious. “So you can either get tortured till you die or…”
“Learn magic and probably die anyway.” The girl finished.
“Aren’t you a ray of sunshine.” Zed grumbled.
“I tend to avoid sunshine.” The girl flashed a grin, revealing a pair of fangs. A vampire. We are dealing with a vampire.
“Well, if we do come with you… where are we going?”
“Somewhere safe.” Hipster assured us.
“Alright, we will go.” I spoke up.
“We will?” Zed asked, surprised.
“It’s our only choice.” I nodded. Vampire or no vampire, the threat of torture was much worse. Besides if our deaths are so certain, might as well learn a little magic along the way.
“Alright, let’s go.” Zed said slowly.
“Grab a hand.” Hipster said, reaching for Zed. Zed reluctantly took the hand.
“You too.” The girl commanded and took my hand. With their free hands our two “saviors” took each other’s hand and stepped into the shadows. In an instant we were swallowed up by darkness. The pitch black was accompanied by a sensation of weightlessness as if we were floating in space. The feeling was more than a little unnerving but all at once the sensation passed and we found ourselves somewhere new.
We were in a small dining area with two white round tables, a collection of white plastic chairs and a small kitchen area hidden behind an “L” shaped counter that left a small opening for entry. Two refrigerators, a sink, an oven, a microwave, several cabinets and a dishwasher occupied the kitchen area… along with a pale raven haired female.
The girl was around my age and height, though she was curvier than I was. Her long dark hair was straightened and fell just past her shoulder blades. Her pale blue eyes studied me as I studied her. She had a bit of a hook nose and a beauty mark just under her left eye that somehow didn’t detract from her attractiveness. Thought I doubted many boys would pay much attention to her face given her pair of, what I could only guess were, quadruple D breasts or her equally ample butt.
Across from her was an orc, judging the pitch black color of his skin, an ogre specifically. The young ogre was tall, even taller than the hipster, and like most of his race he was muscular. His yellow eyes tried to study me, much like the raven haired girl’s, but they kept flitting back to said girl. His bald head was constantly bouncing back and forth between the two of us.
“So these are our newest recruits?” The raven haired girl asked a little less than enthused. I finally realized that she wasn’t studying me so much as she was the stain across my lap. My face immediately lit up with a blush as I became aware of the clamminess of my wet pants.
“It seems that way, yes.” I turned to the vampire and noticed a few details I hadn’t noticed before. Mainly how prominent her nose was, more than hooked it was a little beak like. Her fingers were long and slender, almost like talons… it didn’t take me too long to piece together that she was an avion, most likely a harpy specifically.
I turned my head to the hipster to see if I had missed any important details about him but the only thing I took notice of was his concentration on my lap. My ears began to burn and I wanted to shrink way. Foolishly I stuck my hands in front of my lap as if they could hide the wet patch that covered almost the entirety of my pants.
Just as I wanted to disappear Zed’s hand reached out to mine, his fingers lacing with my own. I looked up at him, still blushing, and he gave me a reassuring smile. The gesture didn’t completely erase my embarrassment but it certainly made it bearable.
“Well my name is Brittany.” The raven girl said as she held out her hand. I awkwardly shook it.
“I’m Katherine, but you can call me Katie.” I mumbled.
“Don’t worry about your… you know, accident too much.” She whispered to me, trying to reassure me. “Everyone has accidents.”
“Most people don’t have them at 17.” I grumbled back.
“Hey, only a couple of months ago I… may have wet myself.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Uh, I will tell you the story tomorrow. Until then just keep your head up.” She gave me a sympathetic smile.
The orc approached Zed awkwardly and extended his large hand that swallowed up Zed’s own hand. “I’m Timmins.” He announced in a gruff voice.
“Zedikiah, but call me Zed.”
“Alright, now that we got the formalities out of the way-“ The vampire began.
“Sirah, we didn’t tell them our names. I am Alistair for the record. Miss congeniality over here is Sirah. I hope you can see past her bark, which for the record is not worse than her bite, and stick around long enough that we can teach you how to survive.” The hipster interrupted.
“Speaking of which, you said that the Witch Hunters could find us back in the alleyway. What is stopping them from finding us here?” Zed inquired.
“The base is well protected.” Was all Sirah replied.
“By what, a guardian angel?” Zed laughed slightly
“We do have an angel, but it’s the wards we’ve put up that keep us protected.” Brittany replied.
“You have an angel?”
“A fallen angel, but yes.” Sirah sighed as if this was all terribly tedious to her.
“Speaking of which, where is Sophie?” Alistair inquired.
As if on cue a new stranger came through the door way nearest to the kitchen counter. The new girl was, in a word, perfect. Not simply because she was beautiful, though she was incredibly beautiful, but because, well, nothing was out of place on her. Her face was utterly devoid of blemishes, and her blonde hair was perfectly straight and cascaded to her shoulder blades without a single hair out of place. Her posture was immaculate and clothing without wrinkle. She moved with such grace and purpose that I somehow managed to feel self-conscious of my own gait.
Beyond her perfections she was intimidatingly beautiful. She was roughly Zed’s height with long silky legs that led up to an equally toned butt that was just barely covered by her white denim shorts. While her breasts weren’t as big as Brittany’s they were still larger than mine and made prominent by the white midriff top that hugged to her skin tightly and revealed her flat stomach. Even her brown eyes were breathtaking where mine felt dull.
“She’s going through her grace period.” Brittany whispered into my ear.
“Her what?” I whispered back.
“Grace period. After an angel has fallen they retain their grace for three days. Afterwards they become… more human. So after a couple days she won’t be so… perfect.” Brittany informed me. Something about her voice made me think that even after her grace period was up, Sophie would still be enviously beautiful.
Zed must have sensed my jealous insecurity because he gave my hand a soft squeeze and when I looked up at him he gave me a reassuring smile, his eyes twinkling with love as he gazed into my own. I would never understand how he seemed to do erase my doubts and make me feel so special with a mere smile.
“You are just in time to meet our newest recruits.” Alistair stated.
“Only a few hours ago I was your newest recruit.” Sophie mused with a look of interest. “You are aware that the female has urinated on herself.”
Just what I needed, someone to bring it up again. It wasn’t enough that the clamminess was driving me crazy, or that I was embarrassed enough without anyone saying anything about it. No, the angel who I am immediately jealous of had to state my condition like it’s as casual as the weather.
At this point my face was as red as a tomato and my ears burned hotter than the sun. “C-can I get changed?” I stammered, finally asking the question I’ve wanted to ask since I’ve gotten here.
“Of course. Follow me.” Brittany directed me out the door the angel has only just walked in. We passed through a hallway but our destination was a flight of stairs directly across from the kitchen area. We asended the first flight of stairs and got to a small landing area before climbing up another short set up stairs that ran parallel to the flight below it. Once on the second floor there was a large room to our left that I didn’t get to see much of before I was directed down a hall to our right.
We finally stopped at the third door on our left-the two on our right being a bathroom and shower room- which opened up to a bedroom. The room was relatively bare, only consisting of a queen sized bed, a vanity, a dresser, a wardrobe, a clothes basket and the same navy carpet as the rest of the second floor.
“This will be your room. There are a few changes of clothes in the dresser and the wardrobe. You can buy more clothes later.” Brittany stated. “I will just leave you to get changed then.” She added awkwardly before disappearing out the door.
As soon as I had privacy I immediately began to strip. I quickly learned that as difficult as it is to get skinny jeans off on a normal day it is much more difficult to get them off once you have wet yourself in them. The denim clung to my legs as I tried to peel the tight clothing from my body. Finally as I kicked the wet clothing across the floor I found it much easier to take the rest of my clothes off.
Cold air ran across my naked body reminding me that my legs were still damp with urine. I awkwardly wiped my legs up with my t-shirt before depositing my clothing into the clothes basket. As soon as the damp wad landed on the bottom, however, the clothing vanished with a faint “pop”. Amazed I reached into the basket it and felt around but nothing happened.
The cold air still hugged my body and I realized that I was still entirely naked. I raided the wardrobe and dresser and discovered the only clothes that fit me was a bland grey bra and granny panty combo. That wouldn’t be so bad on its own since no one would see them but even worse was the grey sweatpants and grey, blank t-shirt I had to settle on. Still, it was dry clothes and I was grateful for that.
I was pretty sure that Brittany had expected me to take a shower to but all at once I was overcome by exhaustion and I was out as soon as my body hit my bed.
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Brittany’s POV)
I had been chowing down on a plate of waffles when Katie awkwardly crept into the kitchen. Judging by her wet hair she had finally taken a shower. For a moment she seemed uncertain as she approached my table. The uncertainty, however, only lasted a moment.
“What? No fair! How come you get cute clothes?” She cried in her high pitch, almost child-like voice. It was cute, really.
Looking down at my attire I wasn’t sure what she meant by “cute”. I was dressed in a navy blue t-shirt which, admittedly, did show off a fair bit of cleavage while hugging my body rather flatteringly. Also, because I am lazy, I wore a pair of yoga pants. My cutest clothing pieces were my matching zebra print bra and thong, but she couldn’t see that.
She must have seen my uncertainty because she spoke up again. “It’s cuter than this anyway.” She gestured to the grey shirt that hung off one of her shoulders and the sweatpants that she had double-knotted onto her waist and still had it hanging on crookedly.
“Oh right, you need to buy new clothes.” I shrugged.
“With what money?” She asked taking the seat across from me. “I can’t imagine that you have jobs while in hiding.”
“Well our leader, whom I’m sure you will meet at some point, provides for us?”
“All of us? How?”
“Have you ever heard of a business known as Winship Incorporated?”
“Are you telling me that our ‘leader’ is Erica Winship?” She asked, more than a little skeptical.
“That would be correct.” I shrugged.
“I thought we were in hiding. How does that work out if our leader is the CEO of a billion dollar business?”
“We aren’t in hiding in the sense that drawing attention to ourselves will automatically result in our death.”
“Then what sense are we in hiding.”
“Uh, well… we aren’t.”
“I was told that if I didn’t follow Alistair and Sirah I would be immediately caught by Witch Hunters.”
“Well they may have fibbed.” I replied sheepishly. “But hey, you get to learn magic.”
“I also get to disappear on my family.”
“It’s better this way.”
“How is it better this way? My parents must be terrified! I go out for a date with my boyfriend and never come home. Zed is probably considered a kidnapper now.”
“Your parents are hardly the most important thing at the moment. We have bigger concerns at the moment.”
“Is this another lie?”
“No. As a matter of fact, it isn’t. The world is on the brink of cataclysm.”
“What about cats?” She knit her brows together in a way that made her look somewhat like a child. It was cute, really.
“Cataclysm. In other words the world isn’t going to be quite the same afterwards.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Very bad. In all honesty it might spell out the apocalypse.”
“I recognize that word.” Suddenly she managed to turn even paler than before. “What’s causing all this?”
“A very powerful entity.”
“Who?”
“We aren’t entirely sure.” I admitted. “All I know is that we are civilizations last hope. Does that take precedence over your parents missing you.”
“I guess. Can I at least call them to tell them I’m OK?”
“No, nothing to tether you to the mundane. This is your life now.”
“Well speaking of my family, why aren’t they mages?” I could tell by her still furrowed eyebrow that she was still upset but at least she seemed to accept things.
“Magic can lay dormant for hundreds of generations before presenting itself. That’s the reason all the mages weren’t wiped out during the Witch Trials. Anyway, I told you I would tell you the story of the time I wet my pants. Right?”
“Are you trying to change the subject?”
“Yes. Anyway, I was fifteen and I was an apprentice for a sorcerer-“
“Wait sorcerer? How’s that different from a mage?”
“Well mages can manipulate magic on their own. A sorcerer, on the other hand, requires a conduit to focus their magic.”
“A conduit? Like a wand or something?”
“I wish I could get ahold of a wand. Unfortunately I am stuck using salts.”
“Salt?” She asked furrowing her eye brow, once again giving her the appearance of a child. It was cute, really.
I retrieved the pouch I had on the side of my waist and withdrew four vials about as long as my index finger and not much wider. The contents of these vials were salts of various colors. “These are salts and by consuming just a pinch I can – for a limited time – control a form of magic.”
“Why are they different colors?” She asked rolling a vial containing green salt between her thumb and index finger.
“Well each vial contains a different salt. Different salts allow me to control different forms of magic. The red vial gives me power over fire and healing-“
“Fire and healing? That seems a bit… uh opposite.”
“I don’t make the rules. Omo-secret does, and apparently after watching the Karate Kid movie with Jackie Chan and Jaden Smith he associates fire with healing for some deranged reason.”
Katie seemed a little taken back by my one breath rant. “Uh, ok then.” She mumbled.
“Anyway, blue allows me to control water and ice.” For once she didn’t interrupt me. “And violet allows me to control lightning.”
“Just lightning? That seems a little… boring. Shouldn’t lightning be associated with healing… or at least fire?”
“You’ve clearly never fired lightning from your fingertips before. In any case it’s not just lightning. It’s also magnetism and a whole slew of other things.”
“What about this cool green vial?” She asked handing it back to me as I deposited my salts back into my hip pouch.
“It simply strips the previous salts effect.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
“Well if you need to change salts you have to strip the salt’s before it from your system. Otherwise you blow up.”
Her eyes went wide in a mixture of fright and curiosity. She definitely reminded me of a child at times. It was cute, really. “really?” She asked.
“No. Probably not, anyways. I just know that it won’t be good.”
“Well anyway, you were telling me a story.” She prompted.
“Right. OK, so my sophomore year I began an apprenticeship with a sorcerer. It was nice enough, I lived on their property and I even was allowed to go to school in their town. His wife didn’t like me much. Probably wasn’t too happy when he brought home a girl with double D’s but she was decent enough. Until one day, anyway.”
“One last question.” She suddenly spoke up.
“Last one.” I rolled my eyes. She certainly talks a lot.
“How did you find a sorcerer to mentor you in the first place?”
“He found me actually. I never really asked how.”
“That seems a little… irresponsible.”
“Look. He taught me magic. I was content with that and so should you.”
“Sorry.” She squeaked.
“Anyway, one day the sorcerer was on a business trip and it was just me and his wife. Well apparently she decided I wasn’t doing enough to earn my keep so she, being a wizard, set up a containment field that trapped me within proximity of the sink until I finished cleaning them. I guess I hadn’t been washing the dishes very often because it felt like there was a mountain of them. It didn’t exactly help that I had to pee either.”
“I can see where this is going.” Katie scrunched up her face.
“Yeah, well I did my best. You know the routine, cross my legs, double over, hold myself, hop up and down… The hot water and the waiting won out in the end. She wasn’t exactly happy when she found me standing in a puddle. I was dismissed shortly afterwards and that is why I am here.”
“And I was embarrassed for wetting myself at gun point.” She laughed.
“You are a bit rude, you know that?”
“Sorry.” She shrugged this time. “Although I do have another question.”
“What?” I asked a little uneasily.
“What is Alistair?” She asked in a whisper.
I laughed a little bit. “You mean species?”
“Yeah… he doesn’t seem…”
“well he isn’t of earth if that’s what you are getting at.” I replied. I laughed once more as I saw how wide her eyes got. “He’s an alien. Last of his kind actually. All very superman really. He even has laser eyes.”
“Really?” He eyes were still wide, but now they seemed more excited than surprised.
“Well yeah, but he needs those hipster glasses to focus his powers. They are all eye based for whatever reason. I think he says he’s promethean. Not like the god awful movie, but yeah.”
From behind her the other recruit walked in. The night elf’s hair was dripping with water and he also wore clothing a little too big for him. Note to self, buy various sizes of clothing. He barely entered the room before Katie rushed to greet him, apparently already over the fact that she was living with an alien.
“Good morning, sleepy head.” She cooed as she tickled his side. The poor boy practically leaped across the room.
“Great! The two of you are awake. Now hurry up and eat breakfast and we can begin your first lesson. I didn’t have to tell them twice, evidently. They both rushed to make themselves breakfast. It wasn’t until they began to eat did I learn that Katie is the sloppiest eater in the entire world. Zedikiah on the other hand is much cleaner. Odd, really.
After they finished their meal I led them to the training room. On the way there, Katie finally decided to fill Zed in on the conditions of their stay. “So, Zed… we won’t be able to talk to our families… there is a cataclysm or something to deal with.”
“A cataclysm? Like an apocalypse?” He asked, glancing at me.
“Something like that.” I shrugged.
“So we are going to stop an apocalypse. Neat.” He smiled.
“But you can’t talk to your family.” Katie stated again. I really thought she had moved on from that.
“Oh well.” Zed shrugged. “Wasn’t exactly my parent’s favorite anyway.” He said it like he was telling her about the weather. Almost as if it was just another trivial fact. I frowned slightly but said nothing.
“Well here we are.” I said. I pushed my way through a set of double doors into a large concrete room. Zed and Katie followed me a little nervously. “Welcome to magic 101.”
“It looks like a giant storm shelter.” Zed mumbled.
“Well, it takes a lot to stand up to the forces of magic.” I shrugged. “Anyways, we are going to start off with something basic.”
“Like pulling a bunny out of a hat?” Katie asked. I wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t serious.
“Well no, we are doing some conjuring, though.” I said as I withdrew the red salt vial and pinched a few grains and dropped them into my mouth. The spicy flavor brought tears to my eyes and I had to fight the urge to cough it out. I barely managed to choke it down.
“Wow, magic looks like a lot of fun.” Zed said drily.
“Unlike you I don’ t have the luxury of being a mage. So, shut it. Anyway all you two have to do is visualize what it is you are conjuring. In this case, a flame.” To demonstrate I stuck my arm out with the palm facing up. I clenched my fist and willed a flame to appear. When I opened it a wisp of fire crackled in my palm.
“Oh my Gosh! That’s awesome!” Katie exclaimed.
“That is pretty cool.” Zed admitted.
“Now you try. Just concentrate and focus on the flame appearing.”
I watched as they mimicked me, constantly closing and opening their fists with rather intense looks on their face. As the hour progressed the results gradually grew more and more impressive… for Katie anyway. By the time she had conjured sparks and even smoke Zed hadn’t had any tangible results (though he insisted he felt his hands warm up). When Katie finally did conjure up a wisp of fire Zed only managed to create visible heat waves which radiated from his palm. The poor night elf was quite discouraged by the end of the lesson.
“Alright. Good effort… the both of you.” I said unconvincingly. Why did they assign me to be the teacher? I shook the thought away. “Alright, well let’s head to the gymnasium.”
“You will get it down.” Katie reassured the moping Zed as I led them to the weapons closet. As we entered the wide gymnasium I ducked under the volleyball net to get to the other side of the room and unlocked the door revealing a small room full of various types of low tech weapons.
“No guns.” Zed observed.
“Yeah, trust me. That’s a good thing.”
“Why is that? Katie inquired.
“Have you ever used a gun?” they both shook their head. “Thought so. Your hands might not have been attached if you did. Magic doesn’t react very well to gunpowder and will usually cause it to explode within close proximity.
“So if that guy had gotten a little bit closer…” Katie trailed off.
“Well he would have lost his hand on the good side but you probably would be pulling shrapnel from yourselves. It’s a good think you “awoke” when you did.” I nodded. “Alright now take your pick from the lot.”
“If we can use magic why exactly do we need to use weapons?” Zed inquired.
“You don’t have an unlimited amount of magical energy. Eventually you are going to tire yourself out.” I shrugged, handing him a bow, quiver full of arrows and a machete.
“Besides from what I saw, you are not going to be using magic anytime soon, pleb.” Sirah sneered.
Katie jumped as she seemed to have appeared from nowhere while Zed merely blushed. “You saw that?”
“Indeed. Your girlfriend is quite the student. You on the other hand… well we know who the settler in your relationship is.”
Zed merely lowered his head. Katie, on the other hand seemed to have gone feral.
“You listen here; Zed will be twice the mage you ever will be. Just you wait, vampire slut.”
“So it is also revealed which one of you two wears the pants in the relationship.” Sirah said, barely reacting to Katie’s explosion. “It will be a pleasure getting to know you, pleb. Till then, I bid you ado.” Sirah gave a mock bow before strutting away.
“Don’t mind her; you get crabby being several hundred years old.”
“How old is she exactly? She only looks like fifteen.” Katie mumbled still a little angry.
“Sixteen technically. But she has been sixteen since the Witch Trials. One of the only survivors. She’s the one who has taught most of us. Including Erica.”
“Well she’s a… jerk.” Katie mumbled.
“So you give the elf a bow and arrow. Racist much?” Zed gave a weak smile.
“Well, are you good with them?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but that’s not the point.”
“It’s not racist if she’s right.” Katie teased, tickling him. It was amazing how far he could move in under a second.
“That doesn’t make it not racist. You can’t just assu-“ Katie found a very effective means of shutting him up.
“If you are one of those couples that makes out every five minutes I’m going to hurl.”
Katie pulled away with a grin. “hehehe.” She giggled before leading Zed somewhere more private.
“Wear a condom!” I called after the two of them before heading to find my own man. Where or where is Timmins when you need him? I smirked.
So sorry for the delay! Some issues came up, and I actually have to go back and rewrite the rest of what I had for this story because I decided to go in a different direction with this series than what I had planned. In any case, I hate to do this but this story will go on hiatus. Fear not though, the story will continue on early November. I may write a brief mini-chapter that further elaborates on Brittany's accident though in the mean time. No promises though. In any case thank you for those of you who take the time to review. It really does mean a lot:) |
Right away, he knew she was... different. From the moment he walked into the club that fateful night and set eyes on the shy petite brunette shyly sipping a martini in the corner, Shaun knew she warranted further attention. Unlike her confident friends who were chatting up some obviously interested boys, she seemed rather uncomfortable, almost cautious. Shaun's own group eagerly scanned the revealing short skirts, low-cut tops, and form-fitting dresses in the venue, hoping for opportunity. However, Shaun's gaze settled on the only generously dressed female there, in a knee length, half-sleeve, summer-pink dress. She stood 5'3 and couldn't have been over 110 pounds.
Shaun hated clubbing, everything about it- the loud music, shallow people, bright lights which gave him headaches even if he didn't drink. Every year, on his birthday, he was forced to partake as a result of a stupid bet he had lost to his best friend as a freshman. Once tonight was through, he would be free of this for the next 365 days. He was clearly out of place, to the point where he felt awkward to even be there. A 5'9 23-year old who was still on the chubby side even after losing ten pounds, he would have much preferred to be playing video games in his dorm room.
The girl gazed around the club and made eye-contact with Shaun. Flashing a shy smile, she quickly looked back down at her drink. It was the only push Shaun needed- a force well beyond him seemed to push him towards the Latino-Asian mix standing next to the bar and he began walking. Shaun could feel his friends react in surprise. Never before had they seen their reserved friend approach a stranger as he was doing. The couple of occasions he had gotten laid had been sheer results of drunk girls deciding they wanted to make a move on him.
As he approached her, Shaun realized he didn't know what to say. Fortunately, she spoke up. "Hi, I'm Eva."
"N-nice to meet you. I'm Shaun."
It turned out Eva wasn't a fan of clubs either and had just been dragged out by her cousin who thought it was a good idea to help her find a boyfriend. Shaun found it surprisingly easy to talk to her, as they had a number of common interests. It wasn't fifteen minutes before she suggested taking the conversation outside, away from the noise.
"That's better," Shaun commented as they stepped out into the cool San Francisco night.
"Yeah, I don't think I'll be letting Marcy drag me out to a club anytime soon," Eva agreed.
"I'm glad you came out tonight though," Shaun retorted, blushing immediately. He wasn't used to revealing his feelings.
Eva giggled. "You're sweet... and cute too!" She covered her mouth, reddening slightly. "Oh my! I have had TOO much to drink!"
Shaun laughed. "I think you're cute too."
Eva looked up at his brown eyes behind Harry Potter glasses and smiled warmly. She caught herself a few seconds later and shivered from the cold. The shiver through her body made her realize she needed to pee as she almost squirted inadvertently. Looking at the long lineup to enter the club, she decided she would need to trust her new boyfriend a lot sooner than she had planned. Grabbing his hand, she led him down the street and turned into a dark alley. Eva could feel herself losing the battle- a familiar feeling. She always only had a few seconds from this point before the unavoidable happened.
"Make sure no one sees!" she whispered urgently to Shaun, as she released his hand to quickly scramble to the secluded side of a large dumpster in high heels. She never made it there. Her bladder started voiding itself full force and she quickly yanked down her undergarments to minimize the damage. In a half squat position she had gotten quite a lot of practice with over the years, Eva peed a torrent onto the asphalt below somehow avoiding wetting her dress. Shaun looked on dumbfounded as he watched the beautiful girl in front of him peeing openly. It dawned on him that it wasn't a pair of panties around her ankles, but rather a cloth diaper coupled with a plastic cover.
Excited chatter and laughter brought him back to his senses. A group of people leaving the club had just discovered the scene in the alley and Shaun hustled to block Eva from view with his body and tell the group to screw off. They snapped a few photos and laughed before disappearing from view.
"Sorry I didn't block the view there," Shaun apologized, as Eva got up after relieving herself. He was still facing away, but, out of the corner of his eye, he could see her feeling the crotch area of the diaper for wetness before pulling it up to her waist. Shaun adjusted himself to try to hide the rock-hard boner that had formed a tent in his jeans. Both him and Eva were avoiding being the first to look at each other, embarrassed at what had just happened.
"It's quite alright," Eva assured, "I'm used to the reactions. I guess this is a good time as any to tell you about my bladder iss...." Her voice tailed off as she noticed the massive bulge in Shaun's pants. She grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him behind the dumpster. In an instant, she had him unzipped and in her mouth. Six bobs of the head and the deed was done- Shaun's head snapped back with a deep sigh, as his hot semen forcefully filled Eva's mouth. They remained frozen in that position for a brief moment before approaching voices and footsteps once again brought them back to reality. Eva just barely zipped him up and got to her feet as curious eyes peered into the dark alley once again. Once the latest group had passed, Eva and Shaun made their way to his place, deciding to text their friends later.
"As I was saying, I have bladder problems which make me wet myself without warning- especially with alcohol. I wear diapers all the time, even to bed." Eva looked cautiously at Shaun hoping it wasn't too alarming.
"I love seeing women wet themselves. I have been visiting pee sites ever since I can remember." Shaun and Eva looked at each other, unable to believe their luck. Eagerly, they pressed further.
"I have always wanted to see a boy pee in his pants. Have you ever done it?" Eva bit her lip. Her diaper was getting wetter still as she asked the question.
Shaun hesitated before deciding that they were already too far gone to withhold secrets. "I love wetting panties- I have a huge collection hidden in my room." Eva's knees almost buckled from the response; she was hopelessly turned on. She couldn't get to Shaun's place fast enough.
"Do you need to piss right now?" She asked, taking the opportunity to look down at his crotch.
Shaun paused, evaluating the fullness of his bladder. "I do, actually. The drinks are making their way through and I always need to go after cumming."
"Can I watch you pee your panties?" Eva couldn't resist reaching down the front of her dress and rubbing hard through her diaper as they walked down the dark, empty street. Shaun could feel his cock hardening again. He didn't have to answer, as they had reached home. He led Eva to his room and pulled out a plastic bag full of ladies' intimates from under his bed. She rummaged through it eagerly, rubbing her crotch against his bed post, before finally settling on silk purple Brazilian-cut. Shaun dressed himself in the panties and led her stealthily through the hall into the washroom.
"Toilet or shower?" he asked.
"Toilet," she said decisively and knelt down in front of it even before he was seated, eagerly anticipating the show.
He sat down and tried to pee, as Eva gently fondled his male genitalia through the soft cloth. Eva closed her eyes in deep pleasure as the warm pee wet the panties and ran down her fingers. She started rubbing more vigorously and his penis erected, shooting pee out with force through the thin cloth and wetting Eva's face and breasts. Shaun reached out and massaged her small round tits through the wet dress. As his bladder emptied, there was a knock at the washroom door.
"Just a minute!" Shaun called out instinctively with a look of panic at Eva, who shrugged helplessly.
"Please hurry! I really need to GO- about to wet myself!" It was his housemate's girlfriend, Jackie. Shaun had forgotten to check if the house was empty in the midst of all the pee fun! Now they were stuck in the washroom in pee-soaked clothes with no way out!
"What should we do?" Eva mouthed. Shaun looked around frantically for a solution. The towel could help! He grabbed it from the bar and handed it to Eva, who graciously draped it around her shoulders covering the upper part of the wet dress. He still needed something to cover his wet panties though.
Jackie banged at the door again, pleading. "Please! I can't hold it! I'll go in the shower- just let me in!"
The shower curtain! Shaun got to his feet and started undoing it from the rail. In a minute flat, he had it off and around himself as Eva unlocked the door. Jackie stood prancing around in severe desperation, clearly drunk and recently awakened. Her fingers tightly clenched her vagina, though clearly failing to prevent urine leakage. She was helplessly squirting in her tight faded jeans, with wet streaks almost down to her knees. She already had her jeans undone, but even pulling them down in her desperate state was too much. Eva and Shaun got a close-up look at her soaked ass as she simply hobbled to the toilet and sat down to pee through her already-wet clothes. The new lovers stared at each other for a moment before giving in to their raging horniness and rushing to the bedroom. Seeing an attractive redhead having a drunk pee accident before their eyes was overwhelming.
With Eva on top pumping hard enough to make the walls shake, they both came in three minutes flat. As she climaxed, she lost control of her bladder for the second time that night, squirting her fluids all over Shaun's sweaty body. They collapsed into each other's arms in a loving embrace, falling asleep almost immediately.
Eva, having forgone redressing herself in her diaper, ended up wetting Shaun's bed that night. Shaun, being the gentleman he was, convinced her that it didn't matter by emptying his own bladder beneath the sheets, adding to the warm wetness. Of course, they ended up making love there and then which ended in another golden shower for Shaun.
Edited May 29, 2014 by fullbladder
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Embracing Nature
Eva's pussy tingled with excitement and anticipation, despite the butterflies in her stomach resulting from nervousness. Her tummy was full of water and white wine but still seemed to flip inside of her. Her boyfriend of six weeks, Shaun, was waiting for her at the door. Since meeting him, she had started to embrace watersports. Though diapers had always been a part of her life, she had not seen the sexual side of the wetting habit until now. Shaun had introduced her to a whole new world of pee fun.
It was almost dark outside- the final rays of sunshine reflected off the tall buildings in the west. Eva already felt like she needed to pee, but knew it was just her mind playing games with her. Shaun had permitted her to empty her bladder five minutes ago, but only after downing two glasses of wine and another two glasses of water. "Breaking the seal" was what he had called it, as the preliminary pee would get her kidneys working and her bladder into peeing mode. She had wondered if there was any point to the exercise at all, being a small and weak bladdered girl who practically lived in diapers. She would pee soon no matter what.
This was an unusual walk for the couple. They had gone out after drinking many times, but Eva had always been afforded the protection of a diaper. The walks were always quite the thrill for the both of them as she held on until her bladder gave out. She had wet her diaper for Shaun in a variety of places, including the grocery store, library, even busy streets. These wettings always led to hot sex, even a few times in public.
Today, Eva was wearing panties- full cut pink cotton panties under her short white skirt. Shaun had been trying to convince her that peeing was not something she should be ashamed of and had even gone far enough to wet himself out in public with her. It had been a shocking but exciting event for her. For her birthday last week, he had let her pick out his outfit (she had selected old faded jeans with g-string panties underneath) and they had headed to an out-of-town pub. She agreed to be the driver and stuck to soft drinks while Shaun downed drink after drink of her choosing.
After nearly two hours of drinking beer, tequilla shots, and vodka-cokes all the while wriggling from the mounting desperation, Shaun had wet his jeans in his seat, producing a pee puddle large enough to flow out from under the table to the bar entrance ten feet away. The cute waitress noticed the accident even before he had finished peeing and her cry of shock drew attention from the entire bar. As Shaun burned red with humiliation, Eva quickly apologized for his accident and paid for the drinks, leaving behind a generous tip for the trouble. Still, the angry bartender shouted at them not to come back. Everyone there took a long look at Shaun's wet jeans as they left the bar.
Eva could barely keep her hands off her drunk man's wet crotch as she pulled out of the parking lot. She managed to find a deserted hardware store parking lot and within two minutes of being kicked out of the bar, Shaun was ripping off Eva's wet diaper to fuck her while still wearing soaked jeans. They had to stop yet another time on the drive home to satisfy their powerful urges before finally getting to their usual romp in Eva's bed.
Now it was Eva's turn to wet herself in public. She had agreed to accompany Shaun on a scenic evening walk by the water. First, they would need to walk ten minutes to the bus stop, followed by another ten minute bus ride. The ocean-side walkway was another five minute walk away. The plan was to stroll along the water until Eva peed herself then head back home. As Eva and Shaun reached the bus stop, she wondered if she would even be able to last the bus ride there. She was already feeling her bladder filling at an alarming rate.
The bus arrived almost five minutes later and Eva had her legs tightly crossed. Her plan was to try to get a seat at the back so if she did lose control, not too many people would see. Unfortunately, the back was taken by two teenaged couples out on a double date, already engaged in hot make-out sessions.
Eva sat down in the middle of the bus with Shaun beside her. She looked out of the window to get her mind off her bladder, but could feel his gaze focused on her trembling legs. She was in pain now and terrified at peeing herself in front of all the passengers. The bus turned onto a pot-hole filled street and the ride suddenly became a whole lot bumpier. It was sheer torture for Eva. Every bump made her struggle hard to prevent squirting into her panties, as the hard vibrations traveled through the metal seat up to her ass. Wordlessly, she stood up and stepped over Shaun's lap, so that she could stand holding on to bus railing. She was dangerously close to wetting herself.
In the back seat, the make-out sessions had just ended prematurely as things had gotten a bit too hot for one of the guys causing him to cum in his briefs. After a good giggle, the drunk teens turned their attention to the attractive Latino-Asian twisting and turning in front of them, clearly in dire need of a toilet. One of the girls, now bored after her partner had embarrassed himself, decided to approach her.
"Um.. excuse me... do you need to like.. pee really bad or something?" The girl could hardly contain her giggles as she asked the question. Hearing it only made Eva's problem worse. She nearly started peeing on the spot and had to remove a hand from the rail to shove into her crotch. Loud laughter emerged once again from the back of the bus as Eva tried to ignore all the eyes on her, her thighs scissoring violently to maintain control of her pee. Shaun felt sympathy for her, but at the same time a huge erection had formed in his pants as a result of his girlfriend's erotic pee dance, her public humiliation, and the bumpy ride which was grinding his cock against his pants. Just a slight touch to his manhood could easily make him mess himself like the teen boy. He had no idea how he was going to hide the giant tent in his shorts when he stood up.
The bus arrived at the stop. The teens howled with laughter as Eva hobbled off the bus with her hand between her legs. As Shaun stood up and began walking, the noise multiplied at the sight of his erect penis. One of the drunk girls, with an obviously full bladder, fell off her seat in uncontrollable laughter and began peeing her light purple shorts. The driver, having seen enough, demanded that the teens exit the bus immediately and refused to drive until they had done so. By that time, Shaun and Eva were safely out of sight.
The walk to the water took nearly ten minutes with Eva struggling to walk without urinating in her skirt. On the way, countless people on the streets took in the sight of the hopelessly desperate woman. Some were visibly amused, even laughing. Others were concerned and asked if she was okay. Shaun quickly replied that she was and that they were just on their way home. Seeing and hearing the water was too much for Eva. She lost control as they stepped onto the walkway, releasing a torrent through her panties. She had been holding herself through her skirt so it got soaked with her pee along with her legs. People walking on the path stopped in their tracks to see the petite brunette wetting herself openly, her slender legs shimmering with shiny wetness.
Eva was lost in overwhelming relief as her bladder emptied, finally voiding its contents. She shuddered involuntarily as she finished peeing and Shaun embraced her in a protective hug. Only then, she noticed the crowd of observers and bowed her head in shame. Shaun quickly led her away, into the direction of the bus stop. Eva felt the warm wet fabric of her panties rubbing against her clitoris as she walked and redirected Shaun into a dark alley. She needed some matters tended to immediately before they headed home.
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Total Control
"Please Master, I am still thirsty," Eva begged. "May I have some more?"
Shaun slapped her and took the tall empty glass from her bound hands. He refilled it with the jug from the table but hesitated from handing it to the half-naked girl on her knees in front of him. "What if you wet your panties again, you naughty girl?"
"I promise I won't, Sir," she promised. "I swear I'll hold my pee like a grown-up." She accepted the filled glass from him and downed it, as she had done twice already in the past five minutes. Her cunt moistened at the thought of how badly she would need to pee in time. It was simply impossible to hold that much water inside her tiny body.
Shaun and Eva's sex life had quickly evolved to various forms of BDSM, which seemed to go naturally with pee-play. It had all started after one of their usual public wetting adventures where Eva had peed in her school girl outfit just outside the local park, in plain view of children and their shocked mothers. Shaun had dragged her home but instead of tearing off her plaid mini-skirt and frilly, white (now stained yellow) knickers as she had expected, he bent her over the dining table and spanked her wet ass. It had left Eva uncontrollably horny and aching for his touch, but he made her wait in the bent over position as he diapered her over her sullied panties and handed her a large water bottle to drink.
Of course, Eva was unable to keep her diaper dry for long. This resulted in another spanking and re-diapering. By the next morning, her panties were absolutely saturated. Shaun instructed her to put her smelly undergarments over her head as she completed household chores in stark nakedness. Eva was feeling so sexually deprived at that point that her wet pussy juice leaked down her legs and onto the floor. Shaun masturbated while watching her work and made her clean his ejaculate afterwards. Once she had finished her chores, Eva was permitted to shower but with Shaun supervising to make sure she didn't touch herself. She was also plainly instructed to pee while in the shower because she was too much of a baby to be allowed to use the toilet.
After another day in diapers, Shaun had finally provided poor Eva with sexual relief in the shower. She came even before he had gotten started, as his hard cock rubbing against her clitoris while entering her was enough to push her over the edge. The second orgasm didn't take long either.
Eva awoke the next morning in a wet bed (nothing unusual) with her hands bound together. She soon discovered that Shaun had also locked the washroom. When her yells at him were ignored, she had gone into the kitchen to confront him, but he simply forced her to chug a cup of coffee and get to her chores without a morning pee. Her chores, which included washing the wet bed, took twice as long in her desperate and bound state and she ended up peeing on the kitchen floor while washing dishes. Shaun had spanked her again and told her she would be punished properly when he returned from work.
Eva remained bound all day until her master returned. Shaun grabbed Eva once she had handed the glass back a final time and lifted her off the floor. He untied her and told her to get dressed. Feeling her bloated tummy as she walked to the bedroom, Eva surveyed the outfit Shaun had picked out for her- new black silk panties, skin-tight light blue jeans, and a revealing semi-transparent white blouse. She could tell they would be going out. Having accidents in public didn't scare her so much anymore, but there was always the mix of nervousness and excitement which filled her. She quickly donned the clothing over her naked body and admired herself in the mirror. She would be helplessly wetting herself soon- what an exciting thought!
Shaun ended up driving Eva to a nearby cafe. By the time they got there, she already had a slight need to pee and further drinking would surely make it worse. To her horror, she saw her cousin seated there with her fiancé, who seemed to be expecting them. "Hi Frank and Marcy," Shaun greeted cheerfully as they sat down.
They ordered drinks and made small talk for what seemed like ages. Eva felt as if the tea she was drinking was immediately flowing down into her struggling bladder. She tried to hide her desperation but was shifting uncomfortably in her seat as they continued talking. She noticed Shaun, seated beside her, glance down at her lap more and more frequently. He already had a bulge in his pants and was adjusting himself constantly.
"Eva, you are very quiet," Marcy observed. Eva bit her lip and shifted again before answering. "Just a bit tired, that's all."
Shaun jumped on the opportunity. "Well, let's get you a coffee then!"
Eva quickly declined his offer. "No, no! It's quite alright- I just need to get moving, that's all!"
Frank spoke up this time, to Eva's dismay. "How about we all go for a walk together then?"
"Great idea!" Shaun exclaimed and got up to lead the way out. Eva noticed he had his hand in his pocket, presumably to hide his erection from view.
As Eva got up behind him slowly to avoid peeing in her jeans, she felt a strong vibrating sensation in her crotch. She immediately squirted and grabbed her crotch to avoid a complete flood. Her panties were vibrating! Shaun had tricked her into wearing vibrating panties and now he was toying with her using the remote when she was on the verge of a humiliating accident!
Marcy immediately recognized the tell-tale signs of her cousin about to wet herself- she had seen it too many times before. She could not remember Eva ever wearing tight jeans due to her diaper dependence and the choice of attire today had puzzled her from the start; her cousin had definitely not worn a diaper! Thinking quickly, Marcy announced she had to pee and commanded Eva to join her, grabbing her free hand.
Eva hobbled with her, desperately trying to keep her panties dry. On the way to the ladies room, the pleasurable sensation in her pants overpowered her and she squirted again. A large wet spot appeared on her fit butt, which the men admired happily. Shaun thought about turning off the vibrator as she was dragged into the washroom, but the temptation of seeing his girlfriend soak her form-fitting jeans was too strong.
Marcy shoved Eva into the cubicle but it was too late. Eva's breathing grew heavier and shorter as she started moaning, unable to prevent herself from climaxing. A huge squirt escaped her as she tried to undo her jeans with shaking hands. She let out a final scream and collapsed to her knees in front of the toilet. A massive waterfall emerged out of her crotch, drenching her legs down to her knees and flowing unto the floor. She panted hard, trying to catch her breath. She was gripping the toilet bowl with brute force to prevent herself from collapsing into her own puddle. As her bladder finished emptying, she slumped and got lost in her usual post-orgasm bliss before Marcy's voice snapped her back to attention. She had been behind Eva the entire time, holding back her hair.
"Em.. I really do need to pee so..." Marcy spoke awkwardly, bewildered at what had just happened before her eyes.
"Oh sorry!" Eva apologized, getting up so her cousin could use the toilet. As Marcy peed with a relieved sigh, Eva took the opportunity to strip off her wet jeans and remove the panties which were still vibrating despite being soaked with piss. Eva located the vibrator and removed the battery to stop the buzzing before dropping the panties into her purse. Marcy finished peeing and the girls were on their way.
The patrons outside had heard the orgasmic screaming in the ladies room so they were eagerly anticipating the sight that would eventually emerge. They weren't disappointed; the dark-skinned sexy woman in skin tight wet jeans confidently walked over to her boyfriend and dragged him out of the cafe without a sound. She had decided it was about time that she took a turn as his master. |
Chapter 1: Another Way, Another Start
"N..No....I can't..." a feeble voice whimpered out, as a warmth greeted her lower extremities. It started as a small spot, barely the size of a dime. However, the white cotton quickly gave way to a clear stream, and as it dampened, so did the butt of her seat. The leak had sprung, the dam was bursting, and as the girl's legs quivered around her hands that failed to contain the flood, there was a freeze.
A stutter in the video as it started that arduous process of buffering, and another figure groaned slightly, this one notably deeper. Error messages popped up along the screen, and as the lights on a connected router flickered, annoyed hands roughly grasped at the power cord, and unplugged it.
"Not again..." the voice called, a young male in his later teens. As a pair of headphones were slid off of his head and placed on the table, he ran a hand through his shoulder length, dark green hair. "Damn Router's been giving me trouble for weeks...Maybe time to get a new one."He stood from his chair and started around his place of residence, a Cozy, (if small) Apartment. Soft brown carpet blanketed most of the area, save for the kitchen and bathroom, and as he strode into the small bathroom, passing by the sink and toilet, he started up the shower. He'd woken up a bit early to..indulge in a video, but with his router temporarily having gone out again...."It must be a sign..." he muttered to himself, as he disrobed, preparing for his routine. "Or maybe I'm just unlucky..."It was a simple enough routine. Shower, get dressed, and grab something to eat for breakfast before school started. Well, it would have been simple enough if....
"F..Faust!" a lightly panicked voice cried out, as the sounds of his front door opening echoed throughout the apartment. "Yuno's sorry, but this is an emergency!"
The boy flinched at the voice, his mind racing to piece together the image of the girl that had arrived. She had long pink hair, with two tied pigtails that extended down to her waist, matching, watchful pink eyes that showed off an intense focus on even the lightest of daily activities, and modest, but very much noticeable breasts, usually concealed behind a slightly loose shirt. He had to call out..He had to tell her he was in the bathroom....But, as he heard the girl hastily kicking off her shoes, and noticed he'd forgotten to shut the bathroom door, he knew he had only one option. He quickly hopped into the bathtub, and hid behind the shower curtain, practically falling down as he leaned flat against the wall. As he heard the girl hastily darting into the bathroom, he stilled his breath.
'If she sees me in here....' he thought, glancing at his prone, bare form. If she so much as peeked around the corner of the curtain....
"Ohhh..Ohhhh..Yuno hopes Faust doesn't mind..." he heard the girl's voice moan, before he heard her walking over, and plopping down onto the toilet bowl. The sound had barely reached Faust's ears, before he started to hear a loud, gushing noise, as the girl's stream splashed into the bowl, setting his mind ablaze with thoughts and imagery. He could hear the girl letting out a soft whimper as her stream continued to hiss fiercely, causing his face to flush crimson as he pondered her state, prior to entering.
'She must have been holding it for quite a while.' he thought, as the bathroom was filled with the girl's soft moans of relief. He had to cover his mouth to quiet his own breathing, worried that even the lightest of sounds would give him away. The girl's hissing stream started to quiet down a bit after what felt like an eternity, before he heard her breathe a sigh of relief.
"Ohhh...Yuno's never cutting it that close again..." the girl moaned out in relief, as she grabbed at the toilet paper next to the commode. "Yuno very nearly wet herself...."
The boy flinched at this, waiting quietly as the girl wiped herself, then stood back on her feet, and turned around. She let out a short, sharp gasp at this, making his heart skip a beat in fear.
"W..wow..." the girl's voice called, sounding quite surprised. "Yuno's....Yuno's lucky Faust didn't walk in on her. She was so close to piddling her panties, she didn't even shut the door behind her. Though, Yuno wouldn't have minded too badly if Faust saw her...."
He could hear the girl flushing the toilet at this, as he hoped she would turn around to leave the bathroom. He quietly leaned over the curtain at this, hazarding a peek to see if she was. As he saw the girl's blue skirt, covering her shapely bottom (And stopping just shy of her knees) he breathed a silent sigh of relief as she turned, heading towards the kitchen. Faust hesitantly climbed out of the bathtub after a few more steps before moving towards the bathroom door. He paused for a few moments, pondering his next move, before shutting it, and clicking the lock shut,
'She..She just...and I...' he thought to himself, feeling his heart still pounding beneath his chest, before moving towards the toilet, and staring at it for a bit. A few mere moments ago, the girl had been sitting on this very seat...and as he started to lose himself to a lewd daydream, he heard her voice again.
"Faust? Is that you?" Yuno's voice called from the other side of the door, snapping him out of his trance. He moved back towards the shower and started running the water at this, drowning out the girl's words, and giving him a cover to work with. He then pushed up on a small part below the faucet, quickly starting up the shower before he could hear the girl say anything else. He climbed in soon after, letting the warm, hot water start to wash over his body, and relieve some of the tension he felt in his shoulders from hiding. He shook his head under the water after a bit, trying to dissuade the vulgar thoughts from his mind that emerged from a few seconds ago, grateful that the girl hadn't found him out while she was doing the deed.'Talk about an interesting morning...' he thought to himself, before starting to lose himself in the warm, comforting shower.A couple of minutes passed as he finished out his shower, before toweling off, getting dressed, and heading back to the door of the bathroom, trying to put on what he hoped was a neutral expression.'Just have to..play it cool...' Faust thought to himself, opening the door. Predictably, he was soon ambushed by his pink haired friend, who he knew had been eagerly awaiting his exit from the shower.
"Faust! Good morning!" Yuno cooed, grabbing onto his arm and squeezing it tightly. "Your Timing couldn't have been better. Yuno....A..Ah.."
The girl flushed a bit at this, suddenly weighing the idea of confessing to what had happened before he had taken his shower, before shaking her head. "Y..Yuno means, she just got here! Right after you got out of the shower! isn't that amazing?"
"Y..Yeah." Faust called back, flushing as he averted his gaze from the girl. "It's something else, for sure."Yuno paused for a bit in what he hoped was embarrassment, and not suspicion, before starting to hum cheerily, a smile finding it's way back to her face.
"Well, Yuno just knows Faust well, is all." She remarked, giggling. "From his favorite foods, to his favorite color, his sizes, to even his sleeping schedule!"Faust gave a slightly nervous chuckle at this, as he forced a smile.
"Yeah.." he remarked, as he gently started to pull away. "Anyways..I gotta grab my things from my room Yuno. Could you get me something from the fridge before we head out? I kind of overslept, and think we might be coming close to running late."
The girl nodded at this, beaming a contagious smile, before she let go of her boy, and started off towards the kitchen again. Faust breathed a small sigh of relief at this, before moving to his bedroom to gather his books. He scooped up a small black bag that was laying on the floor. before starting to stuff them in."Math...Science...History.." he muttered as he deposited them, dully. "Just another day at School ahead of us...Nothing. new. Nothing interesting...Nothing...."He paused at this, noticing a small black book that was sitting under his English Book that he was rather sure wasn't there when he woke up this morning.'What book is this?' he thought quietly, before lifting up his English book, and glancing at the new one beneath it. It had an..unnatural, almost sinister feel about it as he ran his fingers over it. He could practically feel a jolt through his body as he ran his fingers down the smooth cover, black as night, save for two words on the cover, looking carefully, and beautifully penned in white ink, presumably the subject manner of it .
'Another Note' |
Chapter 2: A chance encounterThe boy turned the book over in his hands, looking at the newest arrival. Though the cover seemed to be of a simple material, something about it seemed...unsettling to him.Don't suppose Yuno left this here as a joke.. Faust thought, before he flipped it open, seeing but a simple line on the front page.
'The person whose name is written in this book, will wet themselves.'Faust's face lit up bright red at this, quickly closing the book.'Now I KNOW it's a joke.' Faust thought, as he shook his head. "It's not like something like that would even.."
"Even be what?" another, unfamiliar voice interjected. A disturbingly sweet, sultry voice. He nearly yelped in surprise, but as he turned to try to see the source of the voice, he was greeted with nothing.
"Maybe I'm just...imagining things." he muttered to himself, rubbing his head. He did wake up earlier than he was used to, so it could just be his mind playing tricks on him.
"Faust?" Yuno's voice piped up. "Is everything okay in there? Do you need Yuno to help you with your things?"
"Ah..I'm fine!" He quickly called back, as he picked up his English book, and stuffed it into his bag. "I was just...fixing up my bed is all. Be out in a sec."His eyes glanced towards the black notebook, eyeing it warily. Part of him just wanted to leave it where it was, and throw it out later. It was clearly a Hoax with how brazen it was in it's 'effects'...and yet.. Part of Faust wanted it to be true. He wanted the notebook to have some sort of power towards it, even if it made no logical sense for it to. He wanted that kind of power.
"Oh, okay." the girl's voice called, snapping him out of his thoughts again. "Though, could you please hurry up a little? Yuno doesn't want Faust or Yuno to be late!"Faust took a last glance at the book, before hastily stuffing it into his bag, and flinging it over his shoulder. As he started to head out towards the door, and his Pink haired friend, he had but one thought.Well, what's the worst that could happen?The pair had made it to their bus stop in the nick of time, boarding it without much trouble. Even as Faust looked around at the sea of heads, pink eyes behind him scanning the area.
"There!" she exclaimed, pushing past him and grasping his hand, as she guided him towards an empty seat. He always sat by Yuno on the ride to school, and today seemed as if it would be no different. Yuno moved in towards the window seat, leaving Faust to idle on the outside, where he could see many familiar faces. There were girls from his class, talking about something he couldn't hear, another student feverishly finishing some homework, and one of the swimming club members slumped up against the window.
Guess the rumors are true....She really can sleep anywhere. he thought lightly to himself, quickly averting his gaze so as to not look like he was ogling her. Even in a position like his, where you couldn't help but look all around the area, he tried to keep his eyes from wandering.Which is why, when he found his eyes meeting another girl's figure, he flinched. Her shoulder length, bob cut purple hair caught his eye, alright...But seeing her body start to tremble, and her arms at her sides, he couldn't help but notice the signs. She was quivering, shaking, and if he could see her face, he bet she'd be cringing too. He had just been about to think more into it, when a gentle nudge snapped him out of it.
"What are you looking at, Faust?" Yuno's voice inquired innocently, as she peered over the seat."N..Nothing!" Faust quickly stammered, sitting back down hurriedly. "It's just...just..."A small grin seemed to form onto Yuno's lips at this, before she poked Faust in the side.
"Yuno understands." She ribbed, nudging him. "Faust is looking at the girl three rows up, isn't he?"Faust quietly shook his head, prompting a stiffer poke from his pink haired interrogator."Yuno knows what she sees." she called, leaning forward with a slight edge to her voice. "You shouldn't try lying to her. Faust isn't very good at lying."The boy flinched a bit at this, before nodding quietly, turning his head back to the purple haired girl.
"Yeah...I'm just..." he admitted, glancing at her. "I'm....just wondering...""If she's gonna make it?" the girl interjected, leaning over. "Yuno..doubts it. Yuno knows that girl..."Faust paused at this, before turning towards the pink haired girl, whose eyes had focused on the desperate purple haired girl. He could see her sliding back and forth in her seat, the edge of her purple skirt visible when he leaned to the side.
"Necromonium! Stay in your seat!" the voice of the bus driver called, quickly snapping his attention back to the seat in front of him. He was a bit worried...but, at the same time, a part of him wanted to peer back over at her. To see if he could make out her face at this...to...Suddenly, the world started spinning, and Faust felt his head clouding up. He closed his eyes at this, and leaned forward, feeling his stomach start to lurch.
"Faust?" Yuno's voice called, as he felt a hand placed on his back, gently reassuring him. "Are you gonna to be okay?" She continued to rub at his back gently, a look of concern on his face. Faust quietly groaned, his thoughts of the girl in front of him quickly fading.
"I'll..be fine." he called, as he leaned forward, waiting on his body to settle. He got motion sick rather easily if he moved around while riding in any kind of motor vehicle, and the bus was no exception. It was all he could do the rest of the ride to keep his stomach from rebelling against him, and the bus couldn't have made it's final stop any sooner. A gentle rubbing at his back, and a reassuring voice met his ears again.
"We're there, Faust." Yuno's voice called, as the doors to the bus opened. Immediately, the purple haired girl jerked up from her seat, and dashed to the front of the bus, her hands pressed firmly against the front of her skirt. Faust could see the girl darting out, as Yuno stood up, holding out her hand.
"Thanks." Faust called in a quiet voice, as he took her hand, and made his way to his feet. The rest of the group herded up, quickly crowding the middle of the bus. Shoulders bumped, people chattered, and as they shuffled off, Faust and Yuno stood back to let them disperse. Faust was wary of getting ill, and Yuno....Didn't like to be touched. After a solid minute of chatter and herding, the two were alone on the bus save for the driver.
"Come on lovebugs.." the driver called, glancing at them through the rear view mirror. "I know school sucks, but you should get to class. If you don't work hard, you'll end up like me, driving kids around. Ha!"
"Maybe I wouldn't get so sick then.." Faust mumbled, as he sidled out of the seat, Yuno quickly following in behind him as they started up. Faust's eyes wandered as they moved, eyes forward and idly scanning the bus. As he moved past the seat the purple haired girl was sitting in, a small shimmer caught their eyes.
"Ah....She must have Lost a little.." Yuno's voice whispered to him, prompting the boy to blush from ear to ear. However, as he looked up from the wet spot, he saw a small black bag against the seat.It must be hers.. he thought, before leaning over, and picking it up. I'll..Give it to her when I see her in class. The two shuffled off the bus at this, starting through the school doors at this, and entered the halls. As they moved, Yuno quickly quickened her pace, moving to his side.
"Yuno will..see you in class." She called, a bit of urgency in her step. "Yuno has to go..freshen up real quick.""Ah, okay Yuno." Faust called, averting his gaze from hers as she quickly scurried off.'She really could just tell me she's going to the bathroom.' he though, before pushing into the classroom. His eyes quickly scanned the room for the purple haired girl, hoping she was there. However, as he scoured the room, he couldn't find her.'Could have sworn...' he thought, before moving to sit down at his desk. As he placed his things down though, he was greeted with a sensation he hadn't been expecting this early in the day.ThrobHe flinched as he slid his hands down a bit. He hadn't actually got around to using the bathroom before they got to school. Normally, he'd just be able to hold it, but something compelled him to move. Told him that if he hadn't started moving right away, he was going to be wetting himself.
It's not even that bad...but.. he thought, as his feet carried him along, moving through the halls swiftly. The small urge started to grow at this, and as he moved along, he quickened his pace a little. He could feel a few pairs of eyes following him, and a shiver seemed to run down his spine. Something about the whole situation was just..outwardly strange. He quickly rounded the corner in the hall, and ducked into the men's bathroom, seeing that it was empty. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see a flash of black, but that didn't matter now. 'God..Haven't had to go this bad in a while.' he thought, ducking into one of the stalls and unbuttoning his pants. As he opened his pants up, and started to prepare to relieve himself, he felt a hand graze his cheek.
"Hello there, boy." the same, sultry voice from the morning that he was sure he imagined called. His eyes glanced down at the hand on his cheek, a black, leathery material covering a set of long slender fingers. He turned his head ever so slightly, his eyes moving.
"Wha..." he called, getting part of a glance at the figure. It was taller than he was, with an otherworldly pale tone to it's skin. Red, ruby eyes with a commanding tone to match, and a rather..generous Bosom that gave away it's gender easily. They were easily C's, possibly even Ds..And as his eyes went up and down, the figure was wearing a dark and tight outfit, that hugged her curves in a most flattering fashion. However, there was one thing that betrayed the woman's true nature. Something that he was ashamed to have not noticed until just now..."Do you like my wings, Boy?" the woman called, black, feathery wings draping around him, and brushing against his skin. Each pinion felt like a jolt through his body, and even as his bladder relieved itself, he couldn't help but shiver wildly as they stroked at him.
"W...What.." he stammered, as he shook, his face paling a bit in surprise. "What the Hell are You?!"[Chapter 2: A Chance Encounter, End] |
Chapter 3: [A Push in the Right Direction]"Now Now Now...That's incredibly Rude of you to say.." the mysterious winged woman called, with a dark grin. "When you see a friend, you ask 'How are you?'" Her wings brushed over him, sending shivers all through his body. "How are you?"
Faust flushed at this, his bladder finally ceasing, as he put himself away, and turned around to get a look at the woman. Pale, almost porcelin skin...Generous breasts, full curves all through her body, and long, silver hair that completed the 'otherworldly' air about her. She was quite pleasing to look at, but he had more important things than that to learn.
"My..Friend?" he inquired, as he pulled up his zipper. "I don't remember ever meeting someone..quite like you." However, before he could fasten the button on his pants, lithe, soft fingers slid down between his hands.
"You still don't know.." she called, gently pressing against him, as her fingers worked around the button. "I'm nice enough to leave you that little book, and you don't use it. After that little scene from this morning, I figured you'd...Jump at the idea."
Faust flushed, before falling back on the toilet seat, and gripping his pants."W..What are you talking about?" he called, hastily buttoning his pants as his face flushed bright red. "I...I don't...I don't know what you're.."
"Shhhhhh..Hush hush, darling." she cooed, glancing around as footsteps started to echo in the bathroom. "Don't want everyone to know that you're talking to yourself, now do you?"
"W..Wha?" Faust sounded, as the being moved back, floating towards him. As he was worried about being pressed back into the stall, the woman simple faded, floating back through him. He felt several jolts through his body, and shivered lightly.
"Only you can see me.." she called, her fingers sliding around his cheek. "Only You can hear me. Anyone who's touched my book..That lovely note you picked up, can even warrant my attention."
Faust shook a bit, before placing his hand on the stall door. He quietly pushed it open, obtaining nothing more than a slight glance from the other boy in there. Even as he walked out with the voluptuous figure, the boy did not react. Even as he turned, and looked at where she was...His expression didn't shift.
It really is like she's not there to them. he thought, quietly passing through the bathroom and halls. Even with class beginning, there were still a few students walking about. And yet, no matter how many walked by, none of them turned their eyes to his newest, ethereal companion. He opened the door to his classroom, the only reaction being his teacher turning."Ah, so nice of you to join us, Mister Necromonium." she replied, curtly. Even as he strode in with the floating etheral woman following behind him, nobody batted an eye. Not even..
"Faust!" Yuno's voice called, beckoning him over to the seat beside him. Faust hesitated for a bit, watching the ethereal woman float over to the desk beside where Yuno was gesturing, sitting on the top of the desk, rather than in the seat. The desk did not falter or shake in the lightest, even as she settled down on it. She crossed her Long legs, her hands resting on the desk to relax. As Faust moved over, he couldn't help but get a quick look at her long, slender legs, covered by thigh high black stockings. He flushed slightly, prompting a giggle from his companion.
"Like what you see, Hon?" the woman called, as Faust felt someone tugging on his shirt.
"Faust?" Yuno sounded, a gentle concern in her tone. "Are you okay? Yuno is a bit worried you're glancing off like that....""Ah, I'm fine, I'm fine." Faust called, quickly raising his hand to his face, and rubbing his eyes. "Just...a little tired, is all. Long night.."
"And quite the vulgar morning." the woman's voice called, the same rosy tone to her voice teasing him. "What with your little darling here nearly wetting all over her pink, polka dot panties. I think there was a little spot.."Faust's face lit up at this, bright red as a ripe tomato. His thoughts raced back towards the morning and the near-miss in his bathroom, before hearing the teacher crack her ruler on her desk."Alright everyone, settle down, settle down." she called, strutting around the room. "I know you're all so excited to be here, but you all have some learning to do. So, you can all start by..."Several hours passed, class feeling like it was moving a bit faster than usual today.
Could just be because I've had a crazy morning... Faust thought to himself, as he leaned down onto his desk. He'd finished most of his work for the period, class had ended, and he was just about to catch up on his missed sleep when..."N..Necromonium?" an unfamilar, yet quiet voice called out. He quietly opened his eyes and leaned up at this, seeing the purple haired girl from the bus this morning.
"Yes?" He answered lightly, noticing she was holding her bag. "Ah, I'm glad you got your bag back. I..."
"Y..yes. Thank you." the girl called, flushing slightly. "Yu..Yuno told me you picked it up for me on the bus. I...wanted to properly thank you for bringing it, N..Nec..Nec..."
"It's no problem." Faust replied, waving his hand a bit. "And..please, call me Faust. My last name's..kind of a mouthful."
"R..Right...F..Faust." the girl stammered back, before quickly turning away from him. "I...I've got to go do S-something. I'll see you later..F..Faust."Her hands seemed to slide down to her waist at this, as she darted off. He could hear the long quiet woman next to him click her tongue lightly, and shake her head.
"Poor thing's got no capacity." the otherworldly woman chided, her fingers tapping at her sides. A small, yet perceptible smirk could be seen on the woman's face as she watched the girl dart out, as if knowing the outcome of the girl's predicament, before even she would. Faust bit his tongue on a response, before standing up from his desk."I'm..gonna run to the bathroom real quick." he informed the pink haired girl beside him, who sprang to her feet.
"Yuno will go too." she piped up quickly, latching onto his arm. "Yuno didn't want to go out into the halls alone, without Faust beside her."Faust gently shook his head, a small smirk finding it's way to his lips, as his gaze turned back to the Ethereal figure. The ever present, ever spine-tingling smirk on her face still. As they marched out, she started to gently glide along, her ruby eyes shimmering with the tells of a plan.
"History wasn't too bad today, for once." Faust spoke to Yuno, trying to dissipate the silence between them, from his monitoring the woman.
"Yeah, but Yuno doesn't much like History." she cooed back, squeezing his arm. "Yuno thinks we should focus on the here and now..And our time to come!"Faust could hear the woman's voice giggle slightly at this, clearly taking on a second meaning to the phrase. He gently shook his head, as they came up to the bathrooms, Yuno moving to the one opposite of him.
"You'll wait for Yuno if you're done first, right Faust?" the girl asked sweetly. "So that she doesn't have to walk back alone?"
"Of course." Faust replied, with a gentle smile. "So long as you're willing to wait on Me, if you're done first too."Yuno giggled at this, nodding lightly as she quickly twirled, Faust catching the tiniest glimpse of pink dots underneath her skirt as it went up a bit. His face flushed red again, before the woman placed her slender fingers on his back, her hands feeling firmly at him as she guided him in.
"You want to see more, don't you?" she sounded, her small smile a bit wider this time. "You want to see something better than that video you were watching, don't you?"
"How do you...How did..." Faust stammered, trying to ask two questions at once, before shaking ihs head.
"Just...What do you even want? I don't know who you are...what you are..or even why you're here. Why don't you tell me?"The woman's smirk lightly faded at this, before she closed her eyes and let out a small sigh.
"Very well, if you must know.." she called, folding her arms under her bosom, emphasizing it towards him. "I guess I can start..at the top....Much like you seem to be."Faust's gaze quickly averted at this, flushed once more.
"I...I wasn't staring." he denied quickly, prompting the smirk to return, with a slight giggle. After a few moments, the woman mounted herself onto the sink, and looked Faust straight in the eye.
"My name is Saril." She called, one of her hands moving to rest under her chin. "I'm a Goddess, you see."
"God?" Faust interjected, raising an eyebrow. "A God of what, exactly?"
His question was met with a stern glare and a slight scowl, prompting shivers of a different kind down his back. She didn't have to say anything for him to get what she meant from that. "Sorry, sorry..I'll be quiet."Saril's smirk returned, as she uncrossed her legs, Faust getting a good view up her inner thighs, just shy of where her panties would be.
"Good." she stated, her eyes watching his every move, and how he looked her over. "I am a Goddess of one's latent, carnal desires. Of Lust, of Mateship, of..intimacy. Foreplay, intercourse, and the like. However, for the sake of this journey...You can say I'm a goddess of..Accidents."
Faust's face flushed slightly, mouthing the word as he stifled his response. The woman's smile broadened, as she crossed her legs once more."You see, as a Goddess, I get to witness all sorts of things from all over." Saril continued, her tone losing a bit of it's sensuality, for a more..dulled tone. "But you see, it all gets..dreadfully dull after a time. Watching event after event, thing after thing...It's like that video you were watching before. Pleasant, but far from...Ideal."Faust averted his gaze from the woman again, still thinking about it. He didn't want to say it, but he had been losing interest in a lot of the videos he'd seen. They were likely actresses, all paid to pretend to put on a show, then get their paycheck. They didn't seem genuine at all. Just carbon copies of the ones before them, and the ones that would be after."Soooo..." Saril added, snapping him out of his train of thought. "I figured, why should I be content to just watch, when I can....act?"Her long, slender fingers reach into her tight outfit, pulling out a single piece of paper that had been tucked away in her bra. She held it out for Faust to grab, letting him do so before she continued."As you can see here.." she called, as he unfolded the paper, still warm from it's previous position, with a rosy scent to it. "I took a few..liberties with my work."Faust glanced at the paper, flushing as he started to read it over.Yuno Gasai: Drinks a large coffee on her way to her friend's house. Feels herself starting to fill up rather fast, and bursts into the building without letting him answer. Barely makes it to the toilet before wetting fiercely.
His mind raced to put images to the words. The pink haired girl sipping at a cup of the energy-provoking drink. After a quick pace, her face flushing and her stance staggering as her hands slid down. Yuno gently pressing at her skirt as she started to hastily sprint towards her destination. Her shaking hands gripping the doorknob of his house, and charging towards his bathroom. As her hands would move to the side of her skirt to peel down her panties, a small golden spot on the front of them, a long finger pressed to his face to snap him out of it.
"Somebody's fantasizing." Saril teased lightly, having leaned forward towards him, and exposing more than a healthy amount of cleavage. Faust choked back a response, before the woman floated over to him, and wrapped her arms around him. His eyes glanced below Yuno's name, seeing his own.
Faustus Necromonium: Heads towards the bathroom and makes it to the first stall, before starting to gush.
"You see?" Saril called, as her hands trailed down his side. "With this, you don't have to fantasize about your lewd dreams. You can make them happen."
Faust blushed at this, starting to consider the possibilities. He could make scenes as he pleased. He could witness something that he'd always wanted to see...
"How do I know it's real?" He called, quietly. "How do I know you're not just trying to humiliate me, and that the school's in on it?"Saril let out a small chuckle, floating back around him and placing herself on the sink once more.
"How about a trade?" She called, her fingers sliding down to her tight skirt. "I'll give you the undergarments I'm wearing, soaked with piss..."Faust's view trailed down to her skirt, watching as some black, silky undergarments were welcomed into his view. As he tried to avoid staring, he saw the woman pulling out an intricate, black pen from her side.
"If you...Give my little Note, a try." She propositioned, spreading her legs to show off the lace covering her, and holding the pen out to him to grasp. "Just....One....Time."
[Chapter 3: a Push in the Right Direction, End] |
[Chapter 4: Testing Wills]Faust's hand quietly took the pen, trying to avert his gaze from the otherworldly woman's undergarments. He wanted to outright deny her, to act like the bigger man. However...."Just...One?" he asked again, glancing down at the paper, and the pen. The material had a strange texture to it, and the pen gave him an otherworldly chill to grasp. Saril smirked, shaking her hips provacatively as she stretched up from the sink.
"Just one." she cooed, floating to where his eyes moved, giving him a flash of her black, lacey undergarments again. "And You can have these garments of mine..All soaked like you like em."
Faust bit his lip lightly at this, closing his eyes to think for a few moments, before a thought occurred to him.
"Not here." he sounded, quietly.
"Ah?" The Goddess sounded, raising an eyebrow at his partial denial.
"Not here...I don't want you to soak them here." Faust clarified. "I'd have a hard time explaining where I got a mysterious pair of pissed-in panties. Is that acceptable?"Saril paused at this, before closing her eyes, and pulling her skirt back down to cover herself.
"I had a feeling you'd be smarter than the others." she called, floating back behind him. "I agree to these terms...and I'll give you a little hint, since you've already proven yourself deserving."Faust smiled lightly at this, a little pleased at the praise from the ethereal being. He laid the pen on his hands as she mentioned a little hint.
"I'm listening." He sounded, as the woman leaned in close to drop her voice to a whisper."Whatever you write, will become reality." she whispered, softly. "If you just write the girl's name, she'll piss herself after forty seconds. No muss, no fuss. But if you write something more elaborate, Well...."Faust paused at this, flushing at the thought. There was only one girl whose name he was sure of, and the thought of making her soak herself....It excited him, but the thought of her having to hobble off to the nurse's office with wet panties and a skirt...It made him feel a bit bad.
"Whatever I write, will become reality?" he mused, pressing the tip of the pen to the paper. "So, if I write her..."
"You could write her sitting on your lap, and wetting all over it." Saril interjected, grinning at his inevitable blush. "She'd do it..And her own body would rationalize it, however it could. You can make her do...Anything. You. Desire...."
Faust's mind began to wander again, before he took a deep breath.
"Alright..." he called, as his hand started to write at the paper. "I'll..write it. I'll..Tell you when I want..that other thing."Saril giggled, as she moved back behind him, peering over his shoulder as he wrote.
Yuno Gasai: Feels her urge after returning to class. Throughout the school day, she finds herself unable to get to a bathroom, no matter how hard she tries. Before she can think about getting on the Bus home, she runs off to find a quiet place to pee."Oh my..." Saril cooed, grinning. "Quite an intricate session, for a first time."
"H..hey!" he called, pulling the paper to his chest. "L..let me write in peace." As he tried to cover it however, he was suddenly reminded that he had someone waiting for him, outside of the bathroom."Faust? Are you okay in there?" Yuno's sweet voice called out. "Faust's been in there for a long time. Does he need Yuno to come in there?"Faust quickly shoved the paper into his shirt at this, and darted towards the door, sticking his hand out to quickly grasp the door."No, No!....S..Sorry." He snapped, before apologizing as he saw the pink haired girl's worried expression. Thankfully, her worry seemed short lived, as it quickly melted to an easy smile, followed by a giggle."S'okay." She called, grabbing onto his arm. "Yuno was just a little worried, is all. Faust is very, very important to her, and if something strange or bad would have happened to him..."Faust felt a quick pang of guilt for thinking of her as he had a few minutes ago, the paper in his shirt feeling heavy. It was likely some kind of elaborate hoax. It was harmless to have those kind of feelings.....Right?However, as they passed into classroom, he felt the slightest of flinches from her arm. His gaze turned to see her mouthing something quietly to herself, prompting him to prod around a bit."Are you okay, Yuno?" he asked, his heart starting to pound a bit. Maybe there was something to the Note, after all?
"Yuno's..Yuno's fine!" she quickly piped up, a light flush across her cheeks. "Yuno just..doesn't want to go back to class, is all. Next class is so boring..."Faust smiled lightly, as they walked through the door, squeezing her arm lightly.
"Well, you sit next to me, at least." he called, as they moved over. "That's a positive, right?"
"Yup!" Yuno called, as they settled down into their seats.As class resumed, Faust himself kept stealing glances at the girl beside him. Math class had been long normally, but with the girl lightly shifting every few minutes, it seemed like it was ending all too soon. As the bell for the end of class rang, Yuno sprang from her seat.
"F..Faust.." She started lightly, pressing her fingers together. "Yuno needs to.. go powder her nose really quick.""She's lying, naturally." Saril's voice called, matter-of-factly like honey. "But, I don't need to tell you that, now do I?"Faust didn't need her to point that out to him, but rather than show any tells of answering her, he figured he'd try something he'd seen before.
"Ah, but I think you look fine as it is." he mused, innocently. "And I think your nose looks good as it is."The pink haired girl paused at this, blushing. Whether it was from the compliment, or from his feigned innocence in regards to what she meant. He held his breath as the girl stood for a bit, before sitting back down in her seat.
"If Faust says so, then Yuno'll be fine." she responded in a pleased tone, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Yuno dislikes Math..And it wore her out today."Faust smiled lightly, moving his hand around to squeeze her side gently, his eyes watching her legs lightly tense up."I'll help you after school." He assured her, gently rubbing her sides. She gently nuzzled against him for a bit, as time slowly passed. The bell sounded again, ending their relaxing break in a flash, and starting to pile up the work on them anew. Faust's eyes kept glancing to the girl next to him, her hands lightly trembling as class went on. He felt his heart starting to pick up the pace again, before the unthinkable happened."M..Miss Emil!" Yuno's voice called, as she lifted up her hand. "Yuno...Needs to visit the bathroom."Faust felt his face flush a bit at how direct she had been, his eyes glancing down her side. Yuno had crossed her legs over one another, and she seemed to be biting her lower lip. While one of her hands was lifted in the air, the other trembled on the desk, giving Faust no alternatives to what she needed. Her eyes seemed to be deliberately avoiding his, as their red haired teacher turned around at this.
"Miss Gasai, there's only five minutes left in school today." the teacher stated, sternly. "Surely, you can wait for that long.."
"Yuno..Really needs the restroom!" the girl pleaded, her hands having pressed to her skirt openly. "P..Please, Miss Emil! Yuno doesn't want to....to.."
"A..Alright already." The teacher replied averted her gaze at this, and gesturing at the door. "Go, Go! And don't forget tonight's assignment!"
Faust politely stared at the chalkboard at this, while Yuno quickly gathered her things and hobbled out of class. It was truly a lovely sight for him to behold, and add to the day's count of lewd instances. Though, even if he'd managed to get her to hold off as long as she did, it wasn't quite what he wrote in the book yet. He started to pack away his things after some mild resignation, the teacher reminding everyone of their assignment. Saril seemed to be stifling some giggles at this as the bell rang, clearly enjoying the show."Well, that was interesting.." he called to himself as he rounded the corner to the nearby bathrooms, expecting to see the pink haired girl waiting on him, lightly red. However, as he looked up, he was greeted with something that quickly dissuaded that expectation.
Out of OrderHis heart skipped a beat at this, glancing against the fierce wave of students daring to escape from their scholastic prison, and up towards the other bathrooms. He could barely make out a pink head of hair ducking into the bathrooms from afar, and as such, he quickly started to make his way towards them. He could almost picture the girl staggering in, barely able to hold all of her things straight as she moved into a stall. Her shaking hands would likely make it difficult, and if she wasn't careful about how she handled it, things would end up quite damp, quite quick.
Not like I expected the note to actually work, though. he thought as she shook his head, the line starting to thin out from the bathrooms enough for him to make his way. I wrote her finding a quiet place, but I suppose if I wanted something specific I could have...
Suddenly, before he could call out to let her know he was there, the shade of pink exited the stall, a small, tensed frown of anguish present on her face.
"Y..Yu.." he started, as she practically buried one of her hands in her skirt, gripping it tightly. Before he could move to her side to ask her why she hadn't gone, the ethereal Goddess quickly shoved him to the side, and pressed a slender finger to his lips."Quiet." Saril stated, gesturing around the corner to show Yuno starting out of one of the side doors of the school. "Show's about to start."
Faust flushed at this, his mind starting to race, as Yuno pushed her way out of the door with her shoulder, hand still buried in her skirt. Faust waited for a few moments for the crowd to thin out, before darting as well, quietly nudging the door."Ohhhh...Ohhhhh....Ohh.." He heard coming from outside, as he risked a peek through it. He saw the girl moving over beside one of the high bushes of the school. "Ohhhh...Yu...Yun...Yuno can't hold herself any longer.."
A..Ah? Is it really... he thought, feeling his face light up anew.
"Y...Yuno needs to.....Yuno's going to piddle in her panties if she doesn't go r...Right now..."He could feel his pulse racing, as he peered around, seeing her fumble about with her bag.
"Ohhh..but Yuno's things..." she whimpered, softly. "Yuno can't hold her things, and her pee.....Yuno almost wishes Faust were here...So she could...Could.....Ah!"A quick gasp was enough to make Faust's expression turn beet red, as the girl started to fumble with her bag, her things falling on the grass.
"Yu..Yuno can worry about that in a bit!" He heard her cry out to herself, as her hands slid to her skirt. "Yuno's peeing right now, whether she wants to, or not!"If Faust could get any redder, he would have at that comment, his own lewd thoughts quickly drowned out by what sounded like a sink turned on full blast. A loud, relieved moan followed soon after, as he dared to push the door open a little more.
"Ohhhh...Yuno's f...feeling....." the girl cooed as Faust peeked around, seeing the smooth, bare bottom of the pink haired girl, along with a certain, polka dot material just under her thighs. He could make out a spot where it was darker than the rest, and as the clear stream continued to gush from between her legs, he could feel his body tense up.
"I...It works." he called quietly to himself, as he felt himself staring at the prone, peeing girl. It had been just as he'd written. She'd held it through classes, she'd found a quiet place to go, and there she was, peeing in front of him. "It..actually works."
The Goddess giggled at this, apparently enjoying the show of the boy watching the girl. However, a devious look crossed her lips at this, her hands moving up to the door. Despite Faust having been barely leaning against the door to peer out, it suddenly seemed to offer very little resistance to him, causing it to slam open against the outside wall, and force the pink haired girl to flinch and turn in a reflexive motion"W..Who's there?!" Yuno's voice called quickly in a panic, her hands moving to cover her exposed areas.."D..Don't Look at Y.Yuno!"
Ohhhhh....Shit. Faust thought, as he laid on the ground, too embarrassed and worried to get up right away, to find out what caused his untimely, ungraceful fall. I'm screwed...
[Chapter 4: A Test of Limits, End] |
[Chapter 5: Exercising Control]Even with his face in the dirt, Faust could hear Yuno's soft whimpers, and her sputtering stream. His face had been glowing bright red, as he heard her continue."A..Awuuuu....Yuno can't stop..." Yuno's voice whimpered out, every attempt at containing herself having been thwarted by her body. Faust hazarded a sideways glance at this, watching the pink haired girl rise and fall with each step, exposing her gushing stream and shapely rump to him again. The girl's eyes wandered back at this once more in a hasty, panicked motion. However, as her eyes got a better look at him, he could feel his heart sinking as a look of recognition came across her face.'Well, if I'm going to die anyways...' Faust thought lightly in a snark, starting to push himself up. Better that she knew it was him, and not someone else that had stumbled upon him"S..Sorr..""K..Kyaaaaaaaah!" Yuno yelled out, before her hands hooked at her polka dot panties, starting to hastily tug them up, despite her gushing stream. "D...Don't look at Yu..Yuno, F.Faust!"Despite her protests, Faust couldn't turn his gaze away from the pink haired girl, watching as her polka dot panties were quickly darkened with a clear stream. Even after her skirt fell back down to cover herself, (Which darkened in a flash, for it's efforts) he could see her pee glistening down her thighs, and splashing all over her legs. By the time he'd been able to form coherent thoughts again, she had scampered out of his view, and out of sight."Well...That went better than expected." Saril's voice sounded, with a light chuckle as she floated back into his peripheral vision. "Was it everything you ever hoped for, and then some?""N..No." Faust retorted quickly, trying to banish the blush from his face, and the image from his thoughts. "It....It wasn't." A quick chuckle escaped the Goddesses lips, as she floated back in front of him."Oh? Not lewd enough for you?" Saril inquired as she bent over, reminding Faust just how shapely her figure was. "But it looks like you were...Quite pleased with that.""H..Hey! Where are you looking?!" Faust snapped at this, quickly turning and darting past her. A few bemused giggles told him all he needed to know about her opinions on what happened, though he was thankful she didn't press on the matter.'So...now what am I gonna do?' he thought, sighing loudly to himself.
The boy made his way around the building and towards the buses, feeling a pit in his stomach. He may have enjoyed the scene before, but he did not want to face Yuno so soon afterwards."She probably doesn't want to see me anymore.." he mused to himself, glancing around the bus. However, he was surprised to see...."Oh, the darling's not here." Saril's voice pointed out, reinforcing what he already believed was the case.'Yuno isn't here after all..' he thought, feeling a pang of guilt once more. However, before he could get too lost in his angst, he felt his phone buzzing. He went to check his phone immediately, before feeling the eyes of the Bus Driver leering at him lightly as he stopped."R..Right." He called, suddenly remembering he was holding up the other students. "S..Sorry."
He then quickly started down the bus to an empty seat, and dove his hands into his pockets. He flipped out his phone at this, and let his eyes dart to the screen.You have 1 New Message.
As he pressed the button on his phone to reveal it however, another figure slid into the seat next to him. A girl with dark green hair tied in a ponytail, and emerald eyes that shone brightly in the lighting. A small polite smile could be seen on her face, as she looked at him.
"Sorry....Is it okay if I sit with you?" the girl asked sweetly, still holding her things in front of her as she stood. Faust quickly patted the seat, and returned her smile.
"Sure, go ahead." he answered, the girl smiling a bit wider as she plopped down on the seat. "Thank you." the girl called, letting her things rest in her lap. Even if Faust's eyes moved towards the window, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in his stomach.
'Bus hasn't even started moving and I already feel sick....' he thought, before glancing down at the phone he'd closed hastily in reflex from the girl joining him. He hesitated a bit, before flipping it open, and going to his messages.From: YunoYuno is sorry about earlier...Yuno isn't going to be riding the bus today. Yuno will see you tomorrow...And please don't think any less of Her after....that."Oh, that's a relief." Saril called, positioning herself on top of the seat in front of Faust, and giving him an eyeful of her long black stockings, covering the majority of her ivory skin, and the same pair of black lacey panties he'd seen before. Faust averted his gaze once more outside of the window, trying to calm his blush.It really is though.. he thought, feeling a weight lift off of his shoulders. He really shouldn't have worried about something like that shying her away forever, but he couldn't help but worry."S..So...What did you think of Math today?" the girl that he was sitting with asked, clearly trying to break the air of silence between them. Faust turned his head to look at her again, the same pleasant smile on her face as when she asked to sit with him.
"It wasn't so bad." He answered lightly, keeping his gaze from diverting towards the Goddess floating above them.
"I've never really had trouble understanding the FOIL method, but I suppose.." "Ah, First, Outer, Inner Last." the girl interjected. "I've never really had trouble with math myself. I just...Oh...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you."Faust raised an eyebrow at this, the girl seeming to be practically bursting at the seams to talk. He quietly waved his hand, and closed his eyes as the bus started up, the doors closing.
"It's not a problem. Don't worry about it too much...." he assured, letting the conversation trail off, as an invitation.
"Wynn." The girl answered, picking up on the cue immediately. "Wynn Tatsumaki. I'm in class with you and Yuno." "Oh?" Faust sounded lightly, as he returned her smile. "I'm Faustus Necromonium....Faust, personally."The silver haired Goddess grinned slightly at this, her same mischievous smirk forming on her face again. Faust had to hide his uneasiness at this, before brushing his hair with his hand slightly. "Nice to meet you, Wynn."
"L..Likewise!" the girl called with a smile, as the bus continued to move along.
The two had a bit of healthy conversation about class in general, and before too long, he was at an all too familiar stop."Ah, this is my stop." Faust called to Wynn, gathering his things as Saril floated a bit ahead of him. The girl nodded at this, before standing up with her things.
"A..Ah, okay." Wynn answered, moving out of the way for Faust to get out of the seat, waving slightly. "It...It's been great talking to you, Faust.""Likewise, Wynn!" Faust replied, as he strode out of the bus with his things in tow. As he started along the path home alone, Saril floated up beside him. "Mmm..You're quite knowledgeable about Formulas, and equations." she commented, the same devilish grin on her face. "I can think of a few that you'd be interested in...""Not right now." Faust stated flatly, as he reach into his bag. He'd been having a pleasant time speaking with the new girl, but with the knowledge of what had happened earlier in the day, he couldn't quite relax. His hands pulled out the ominous black notebook at this, and glanced at a nearby gutter."Are you really going to do that?" The Goddess called, cutting off his train of thought. "Are you willing to give up such a power? Such an opportunity? To give up our little deal, from earlier?"
Faust winced at this, averting his gaze from the woman. True, he had used the Note on Yuno, and it had worked better than he could ever have imagined...but...."I....I don't know." He answered, glancing to the side. "I'm guessing..If I toss this, someone else'll just pick it up?"
"And they'll get that power...Those opportunities...And Me." Saril called bluntly. "And, I have no objection to that. I'm not here to force anything..I'm just here to enjoy the show, and...stir the pot every now and again."Faust hesitated at this, before sliding the book back into his bag and moving along.
If nothing else...If I hold onto it, no one else can get it. he thought, before eventually coming up on his apartment, and starting up the stairs. The very same ones he and Yuno'd walked up and down so many times...
"I'm getting a bit sentimental, all of the sudden." he stated to himself, before pushing open the door and tossing his things aside on the couch. As he flipped open his phone to re-read the message Yuno sent him (and type an apology), the Goddess floated up beside him once more."Going to have a busy night?" the woman called with her same, sultry tone as always, always sounding like it was peppered with a second meaning. Faust couldn't help but feel uneasy whenever she spoke like that..And as such, closed his phone without responding.
"Not really. Only a few assignments." He started, relaxing in his chair for a bit to prepare himself with the busy work he'd need to get his mind off of the day.. "And since I'm so good with Equations and formulas.."Saril gave a small smirk at his sarcasm but fell silent at this. He could only hope she had to give him a rare moment of peace in between what was likely to be several lewd, vulgar, and other teasing plans.Time passed, and Faust eventually finished his assignments, letting out a long pent up sigh.
"Well, that's everything I needed to cover today." he stated to what normally was himself, before he was reminded that he had a rather persistent house guest.
"What about your reward for using the note?" Saril called, starting to pull up at her tight skirt. "Now that you're at home, all alone with no one to question your activities or goods.....Surely you don't have any objections to me being a woman of my word?"
A quick flash of lace prompted yet another blush from Faust, before he stood back up, and grabbed his bag again, putting away his books hastily. As he was nervously attempting to avert his gaze, the woman let out a pleased, if mischievous laugh."For a boy with such lewd desires, you're cutely shy." she teased, running her hands along her sides. "Or maybe...You want something more prominent than just a quick soaking?"
An uncomfortable silence filled the air, as Faust's gaze averted once more. He muttered out something quietly, as the Goddess grinned wider. "Ohhhh, I think that can be arranged...If you're willing to write in the note...One..More..Time."
Faust paused a bit at this, wrestling with his own inner thoughts. Though the idea of writing in the note seemed harmless enough...He couldn't help but still wonder that it was all some kind of practical joke. She'd handed him a random sheet of paper in the school, after all. Would the notebook be the real thing, or was it just a trap? He closed his eyes, as the Goddess cleared her throat."I...don't have anything to lose, I suppose." he stated quietly. Worst came worse, he could probably dispose of the sheet he'd wrote on. It was at this he was reminded of the paper he hid in his shirt, and he quickly pulled it out, reading over it once more. Saril merely floated behind him once more, providing him with a pen once more."Write just one more scenario for me..." she cooed, lowering her voice to a whisper. "And...I'll let you decide exactly How I soak these. Wetting a bed like a human girl? Holding it all day and losing it on the side of a street corner? Drinking your human beverages until I pop...The choice is yours."Her words were like honey in his ears, despite the obvious risks that came with these kind of offers. He took the pen quietly and looked as if he would start writing on the paper again, before setting it on the corner of the desk. "Alright...." he answered quietly, before reaching into his bag to pull out the black notebook he'd found this morning. "But, I should probably use this...Wet Note for it's intended purpose, now shouldn't I?" The words made him blush slightly as he recounted the day. Part of him hoped it was still some intricate joke, before he flipped it open to the first blank page. The pen slowly hit paper to begin the process, and at that...
Nothing.
His mind drew a blank on the girls he knew. He'd hung around Yuno so much that he'd forgotten the names and faces of the others in his classroom. He'd been so preoccupied with the way the day had been going, that he couldn't find any names to pin with faces. There was the sleeping girl on the bus, the squirming one...the ones in clubs...But, what were their names?"A little performance, Anxiety, Hon?" Saril teased, prompting him to glow a few shades brighter than he would have liked. "Can't write in front of someone? Or, perhaps you can't think of any subjects?" "Please, let me concentrate.." He groaned, starting to quickly lose his nerve. It became less about indulging in his own desires, and showing that he wasn't scared to try it out. And yet.... "Why not try something with that girl you met on the bus?" Saril hinted, with a small grin. "I'm sure you could think of something with her..."Faust paused at this, his mind flashing back to the bus.'Of course!' he thought, remembering the girl's smiling face, and her sweet demeanor. 'I could use her! Oh...but, what if it turns out like It did with Yuno? Hrnnnn...'"Need I remind you, it'll go exactly as you write it?" Saril pointed out, grinning. "Mind you, trying to do something physically impossible will just result in their wetting forty seconds after you write. And any little detail you leave unfilled, Will be determined by the person's own free will, as you learned earlier today with that Darling Gasai..."Faust flinched at this, a small flush along his cheeks as he recalled how that turned out."Thank you for the information, but.." he called, before he started to write hastily. "I...Think I have a better idea of what I'm going to do this time.""Oh? You do?" Saril inquired, raising an eyebrow. After a bit, she softly smiled again, and floated off to the side. "Well, by all means then..Don't mind me."Faust ignored the woman at this, writing away at a quick pace, his letters curved slightly, but still appropriately legible.'Now...Her name was...' he thought to himself, as he moved about with the letters. 'Wy...nn....Ta...Tsu...Ma...Ki And she should...'.
A few short moments later, he put the pen that Saril gave him down on the table, and closed the black notebook"And now, we wait." he stated to the Goddess, who had leaned over his shoulder when he put down the pen.
"Oh? Not going to let me see what you wrote?" she noted, pouting slightly. "I'm hurt, Fausty. I wanted to see what kind of detailed plot you've come up with this time.""Oh, you'll see." Faust stated plainly, as he flipped out his phone. "In about...Five Minutes. If this thing works as you say it does." He was still a bit skeptical on the idea, but he'd get his answer, in time. He'd made sure to be careful with what he'd written, and as the minutes ticked down, he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. The moment of truth was coming along.....'Five....Four...Three..' he thought, counting down on his phone. 'Two.....One.......Zero.'A long silence seemed to fill the air, as nothing seemed to have happened. He bit his lip firmly, and turned towards the Ethereal woman that had been following him. His eyes were about to glare the sharpest of daggers into hers for tricking him...Before suddenly, he felt his hand buzzing. Saril paused, but gave a slight smirk at this, as Faust looked at the screen.Incoming Call from: XXX-XXX-XXXXFaust's fingers tensed up at this, before he hit the little green button on the side of his phone and pulled it to his ear."H..Hello?" he called quietly, before hearing a soft moan from the other line."Hello...Faust." a familiar, but far sultrier voice mused out to him, between some soft, excited pants. "It's Wynn..from the bus? I'm sorry to bug you so late in the night but...I figured you ought to know."Faust's heart seemed to practically lunge into his throat at this, realizing what this meant, but trying to play it off in case it was part of the trick, or some coincidence."K...Know what?" he stammered, still in disbelief. Was she really... "That I'm...Ohhhh." the girl's voice groaned, a slight echo coming from her phone. "I'm...in my bathroom. Alone...In naught but my favorite little pair of green striped panties...And I really need to pee."Faust's face started to glow bright red at this, the image floating to his mind. He may have just met the girl earlier in the day, and wrote her in as a joke...But, as he heard her whimper and whine, he knew it wasn't anything to laugh about. "I don't know how long I can hold it for you, Faust..." the girl's sweet voice moaned over the receiver. "I've drank so much today...and I feel like I'm going to pop any second now.....Aghhh....It's really starting to hurt..." Faust bit his lip hard enough to draw blood at this, trying to control himself. A sudden, if short splashing sounding over the receiver, followed by a needy moan made him let out a small squeaking noise in shock. "Ahhhhhnnnnn~~~" the girl's voice cooed, letting out a soft whine. "I can't hold it anymore Faust....I've got to piddle...I've got to piddle so bad I can't stand it....I'm going to piddle all over myself." Faust had to choke back his own urges at this, coughing slightly to mask his own slightly labored breathing.
"D..Do it." He choked slightly, his own impulses getting ahead of him for a bit. Though he immediately regretted saying it, he was answered with an affirmative moan.
Before he could properly prepare himself though, he heard a loud hissing, followed by some echoed splashing. Soft Moans filled the air between splashes, over the course of a whole minute. As the sounds started to taper off, the girl's voice lightly cooed back to him.
"Wubbles Yew, Master. I'll clean this up, and get off."The sound of the other line hanging up almost seemed to echo throughout the apartment building, as Faust seemed frozen in place. Even as it droned on, the boy didn't move, prompting for the Goddess to float over and tap his shoulder."Faust?" she mused slightly, before watching the boy fall over and out of his chair. His face was bright red, his breathing was deep and even....And as she looked at his now closed eyes, it was clear what had happened. "Passing out, huh? I suppose everyone's got their own coping mechanisms...Heheheh..."
She gently opened the book with her pen, and glanced over the paper that he'd written a surprising amount on.Wynn Tatsumaki: Strips down to her favorite panties, walks into her bathroom, and calls Faust at XXX-XXX-XXXX at 7:45 PM. She describes herself to Faust, mentioning a need to pee. She fights her urge admirably, commentating to Faust all the while about her situation as she gradually loses her pee. She tells Faust that she's about to lose it, using the term 'Piddle', as she lets it flow. Before she finishes peeing completely, she tells Faust she Loves him in as cutesy as voice as she can manage, referring to him as "Master", tells him she'll clean it up and get off. Then, she hangs up and deletes her call history before she finishes peeing herself. She also has no recollection of the events that occur afterwards."Oh my..." Saril called, licking her lips slightly. "He is an intricate one."[Chapter 5: Exercising control, End.] |
Faust sincerely apologizes for the Significant Delay in chapters. He has been rather tired lately...However, Faust has finally managed to produce a new Chapter. It may not be as great as usual, but Faust will have the next chapter be even better. So, without further delay...Faust presents...
[Chapter 6: Chasing Dreams]"Good Morning, Master~ Faust~" a voice called out to Faust, prompting his attention. He moved from his spot in the hall, and rounded the corner to his kitchen. To his surprise, someone was waiting for him...but not just anyone...
"Y..Yuno..!" he stammered, feeling a bright red flush to his face. "You're...You're...."
"Wearing the maid outfit." she called, twirling ever so slightly. "Just as the master commands. And, Yuno has refrained from taking her breaks too...Just as you like~" She gave off a telltale fidget, one of her hands straying to the apron of her outfit. Faust could feel himself brighten a little more, before the girl turned around, over the stove.
This...This can't be real.. he thought, as a lovely smell filled the room. The smell of....
"Breakfast will be r...ready in a bit, Master." Yuno's voice cooed out, as she tensed her legs. "Yuno will bring it to you as soon....As soon as it's done." Her words were sparsed with some telltale pauses, and he could watch her tense up more and more. She bent her knees slightly, and leaned over the kitchen counter slightly. As Faust's eyes trailed downward, going along her shoes and thigh high white socks...his face flushed even brighter.
She's...She's not wearing any.. he thought with a flush, before he heard the girl letting out a small gasp.
"M..Master!" Yuno's voice shakily called. "C...Come qui...quick! Yu...Yuno Can...Can't hold...Hollllld..."Faust's eyes darted to the girl's tensed thighs as she started to squat down, her outfit riding up in the back.
However, before he could start to appreciate the view, his vision grew dark.A short pause later, and Faust's eyes opened to find himself in his apartment once again.
I...must have been dreaming. he thought, hearing a light humming from the kitchen. As he moved his legs, Faust realized something was covering his body, and his head was resting on something soft. Pillows...and covers? But who...A question quickly answered, as the humming grew louder, and a familiar pink haired girl came around the corner of the kitchen, holding a plate with pancakes, hash browns, some cereal, and a tall glass of orange juice. The girl's eyes seemed to light up a bit at seeing Faust, her smile warming Faust's heart.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." Yuno cooed, walking over to him, and setting the plate on his lap. "Yuno found you laying in the floor, so she put you on the couch and covered you up. Is that okay?"Faust flushed a bit, remembering why he had been in the floor the previous night, before his eyes glanced to the side.
"O..Oh, it's okay Yuno." he muttered. "Th..Thank you. Is all of this for me?"Yuno let out a small giggle at this, palming a fork, and sticking one of the pancakes.
"Of course." She mused, twisting the fork lightly to tear off part of it. She then held it up towards his mouth, and leaned in. "Say 'Ahhh', Faust."Faust's flush waned a bit, but smiled, opening his mouth for her.
"Ahhhh." he sounded, as she pressed the pancake into his mouth. It was sweet...warm...and fresh. His hand moved towards the glass at this, lifting it up for a quick drink of the juice. "You're an exceptional cook, Yuno."
"Ohhh, Yuno's not that great." She mused, one of her hands moving up to her cheek, as she slid off the couch.
"Faust is just really kind to compliment her like that."
Faust smiled, and was about to assure her that she was genuinely good, before the ethereal figure floated up from the halls.
"Morning, lewd boy." Saril's voice called, her honey like tone sending a shiver through his spine. It was almost uncomfortable after so long, but it brought along a whole new slew of memories he'd forgotten. Yuno, before school...Yuno after school...and Wynn....His face flushed, as he went to raise his hands up to shush her. However, Yuno didn't react to the figure's words, reminding him that only he could hear, or see her. He breathed a small, silent sigh of relief, before he noticed Yuno's body tensing up, as she closed her legs.
"A..Ah...One moment." Yuno's voice quickly piped up, as she moved over. "Yuno is...Yuno is going to the bathroom..."
"Ah...okay." Faust responded, blushing lightly, as he went back to eating his breakfast. It's refreshing to know that she's still willing to so much as look at me after yesteday. I was worried...He returned his mind to his food at this, eventually hearing a loud flushing from the bathroom, before the sound of a running sink. Soon enough, Yuno returned from the bathroom, as he carried the plate to the kitchen.
"Yuno...Hopes you don't think badly of her..." she mumbled, softly. "After....After yesterday. Yuno...Won't expose herself like that again....So..please don't think any lesser of her...."Faust paused at this, before walking over to her, and wrapping his arms around her in a firm hug. prompting a squeak from the girl.
"I'd never think any less of you, for that." Faust assured her, lightly rubbing her sides as he hugged. "Sometimes these...Kind of things happen. So, don't worry about it too much, okay?" The pink haired girl flushed lightly at this, before her own hands wrapped around him.
"O...okay." she mumbled sweetly, merely holding him in their embrace for a bit. Faust's eyes glanced up at the Goddess, expecting some kind of witty, snarky remark. Thankfully, she kept her mouth shut during the moment, as Yuno eventually pulled away from him, her pink eyes looking into his with a noticeable warmth.
"We..should probably head to school soon, huh?" Faust sounded, turning back to the plates. "After we finish breakfast, of course.""R..Right." Yuno responded, moving to the kitchen again to gather up the rest of food for them.After a quick breakfast, the two made their way out of the building towards the bus stop. Thankfully, there was a bench for them to sit on, which meant they could sit back, and wait in silence. Until....."Quite a heartwarming scene.." Saril's voice teased after a while. "A cute girl, and a lewd boy...Bonding over an accident."
"Shut up..." Faust's voice mumbled, lightly flushing.
"Ohhh, but I've behaved all morning." She cooed, floating around in front of him, and twirling around. "A woman like me has needs...and, it's your job as the man to satisfy them."Faust barely had any time to register what she meant by that, before she leaned back into him, settling her soft, warm rump into his lap, and leant back against him. He could feel himself light up as she lightly ground her rump into him, his sense of smell was filled with a pleasant, rosy scent. Even as he tried to lean away from her, the otherworldly woman leaned herself back against him, pinning him to the bench with her body.
"Faust? Are you..feeling okay?" Yuno's voice called, causing Faust to turn his head towards the girl, and wave his hands up.
"Y..Yeah, I'm fine." he called, as the Goddess grinned, glancing downward. "It's just a little warm out h..HERE!"Any facade he may have manifested was quickly dispersed, as Saril touched a certain part of him. He could feel Yuno's disbelieving glance on his face from his reaction...But, thankfully, the bus was arriving.
"Yuno's unsure.." She muttered, Faust thankful now more than ever that Saril was only visible to him.
"Hehehe...You've got such a naughty mind." She cooed, also making him thankful no one else could hear her. As the bus pulled up, Saril slid off of his lap and giggled, resuming her usual spot behind him. Faust quickly moved up from the bench, and moved to the door.
"Someone's Enthusiastic this morning." The driver teased, as Faust stepped on.
"You have no idea." saril's voice teased, as Faust suppressed his flush. As he climbed up to find a seat for him and Yuno, the boy noticed the green haired girl from yesterday looking up..and then away from him.
"W..Wynn.." He muttered slightly, before striding along to the back of the bus and quickly taking his seat. The pink haired girl quickly moved beside him, a skeptical if worried look on her face. Faust quickly averted his gaze from her, and leant against the window. He tried to push out the recent, vulgar thoughts he'd had more prominently lately, and the floating Goddess. She seemed a bit more...direct lately, as if he'd quite piqued her interest.
"Yuno is worried..." Yuno's voice sounded, lightly breaking him out of his trance for a moment. "Faust seems...a bit strange this morning." Faust could feel himself tensing up a bit in anxiety, second guessing if Saril was truly as invisible as she mentioned to the others...and he still wasn't entirely sure that all of this wasn't a very elaborate set up.
"I'm fine.." he called, closing his eyes. "I'm just..a little tired, is all."Saril floated in front of him again, her legs slightly spread apart to show off the same, black lacey material. However, as his stomach lurched, he could be less concerned with the view.The bus ride was thankfully quiet otherwise, and before he knew it, they were making their way to class.
"Yuno's going to head to the potty before class." the girl gently cooed, starting away. "She'll see you in class, Faust."
"Okay, Yuno." he responded, as Saril floated around him again. "I'll see you there."The pink haired girl darted off at this, leaving him alone with the silver haired goddess, who dipped down in front of him again.
"Are you going to write her name in the note again, today?" Saril inquired, with her teasing, taunting smirk. "You could still make her wet after...""No, I'm not going to write her name in the note." Faust called, flatly.
"Well, is there another person you're going to write in the notebook?" she cooed, twirling around. "I'm certainly looking forward to whatever you do next."
"I'm not going to write anyone's name in the note." he stated, just as flat as before, pushing into class."Oh? Well..are you going to cash in on my..generous offer?" she cooed, floating in front of him, and gripping at her skirt."Maybe..." Faust called, rubbing his head. "I don't know right now...I'm still recovering from the bus." The Goddess floated around him again, and grinned.
"Well...maybe you'll be more interested if I tell you about a special deal I have for you, for today Only." the Goddess called, watching as Faust's eyes widened a bit."Ah? What kind of deal?" he called, as he moved over to take his seat.
"A fun little deal indeed.." the woman called, as she descended towards him. Her eyes seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly lavender tint to them. "How would you like...the Eyes of a Goddess?"[Chapter 6, Chasing Dreams, End.] |
Note: contains mention of female arousal and the accompanying non-pee wetness. Nothing sexual beyond that.
1: 66 minutes away
Ellen had known that the train didn't have any bathrooms. But this was the only one that could get her to Jake's art exhibition in NYC in time from her home city of Stroudsburg. She couldn't miss Jake's event; he was her best friend, even though he'd moved to a city which was one hour and fifty-five minutes away by train.
And that was the problem, wasn't it? That the train had started out nearly two hours away from the exhibition. Also that she had had her habitual two coffees, getting up at six in the morning for work. It didn't help that she had gotten onto the train directly from work. Or that now, precisely one hour and six minutes away from NYC, she had to pee.
In a way she welcomed the challenge. She liked challenges. She socialized with the high end of Stroudsburg. She was a businesswoman at thirty-five, and bought art... which was how she had met Jake. But she didn't like having to pee, especially not badly, especially not when there were no bathrooms.
She crossed her right leg over the left, admiring the muscles and painted toenails, not admiring the need. She liked challenges, but only ones in which she didn't show need. Almost certainly nobody here could see that she needed a bathroom. At the most they would think that she was stressed about something, worried about when the train would get to the station.
Which she was. But not because she needed to get anywhere, just for personal reasons.
2: 52 minutes away
The situation was getting desperate.
That was a poor choice of words. Still, she was seriously considering getting off when the train pulled into the next station.
An attendant walked past, and Ellen called out to him, "Do you know when the next stop is?"
The attendant seemed to look at her oddly, and Ellen hoped that she wasn't blushing. "I'm sorry, Miss, but the train doesn't stop until New York City. Is there anything you need?"
"No, no, I'm fine. Just wondering." Yeah, a toilet!
Well. That was a problem.
Ellen found herself fidgeting more and more. She must have had a strange look on her face. The woman sitting next to her leaned over and said, "I'm Anna. I was just wondering- are you okay?"
She put on her brave face, as her mother had always said. "Oh, I'm fine. I'm Ellen, it's nice to meet you. What do you do?"
"I'm a nurse in Columbia, but I live in NYC. Are you going there?"
"Yes. I have a friend who's having an art show at six."
Anna smiled. "That's always good. I like art."
Ellen didn't respond, instead looking out the window. She knew it was rude but it was hard to be polite when there was this despicable need.
3: 40 minutes away
Why, oh, why had she taken a train with no bathrooms? It had to be illegal. She checked her phone. No, it wasn't. Why? That was absurd. She made a mental note to look into that when this foolishness was over.
A sudden surge of desperation hit her and she bent over slightly. She nearly prayed that nobody had noticed, crossing and recrossing her legs, and she knew that she could not last for another forty minutes.
So what was there to do? As she saw it there were three options. First, she could demand a stop. That was far too humiliating. Second, she could try going between the cars- highly risky, as someone could come through, but a possibility. Third...
Well, that obviously wasn't an option.
She decided to wait and see. Probably she would have to pee between the cars. But maybe- just maybe- if she waited then she could get off and rush to the station bathroom.
So she waited.
4: 35 minutes away
Five minute later waiting was no longer an option. She was squirming constantly and it was only a matter of time until someone-
"Ellen, you're not okay," Anna whispered
And there it was. She turned her head to the other woman. "What?" she whispered back.
"You need to use the bathroom- and rather urgently, too."
Heat rising in her cheeks, she denied it. "Of course I don't."
"Why aren't you?"
She sighed. "There aren't any."
"Really? You're sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!" she nearly shouted, remembering just in time to murmur the words.
"I didn't check. I don't need to go." Anna smiled.
Ellen wondered how Anna was empty. But she wasn't about to pry, especially not with this going on.
Another wave of terrible need shook her, and this time she couldn't hold back a small spurt. She wouldn't have been able to hold back any more, either, if she hadn't jammed her hands between her still-crossed legs. Her panties were warm underneath her khakis. She thought for one wild second of arousal, of the other kind of wetness, but quickly dismissed that.
By now everyone was staring at her as she rocked and stared shamefacedly at her crotch. She heard Anna's voice. "Ellen- what are you going to do?"
"I was going to go between the cars..."
"But?"
"I don't think I can even stand without- well-"
"Wetting yourself."
Ellen looked away. No, she wasn't going to do that (what choice was there?). She couldn't.
5: 31 minutes away
By her great willpower Ellen had managed to contain the contents of her aching bladder for nearly ten minutes without leaking. She was entirely focused on this task, so she was highly surprised when Anna whispered, "You need to try to get to the junction between cars."
She gave a little gasp and could not contain her pee for at least two, maybe three, seconds. She squeezed her eyes shut as she fought with every ounce of her strength to stop the flow. It stopped, but Ellen could feel wetness soaking through her panties and, oh God, maybe onto her sand-colored pants.
Anna clutched her arm. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you! Do you think you can make it?"
Ellen thought for a second that she would laugh, but that would mean she would lose it entirely. She couldn't do that. "I can, I think. But I'll be doing the dance the whole way."
"That's better than peeing your panties."
Ellen nodded. "Can you walk with me?" She didn't wait for a response. People always obeyed her. "I'm going to get up in three- two- one-"
She stood, and in the process of doing so spurted into her panties and maybe even her khakis. She would have looked at her crotch to see if it showed but she had her hands covering her crotch. Besides, she'd been sitting, so the damage would be behind her, where she couldn't see.
Anna stood at the same time as Ellen. "Come on. You're not going to get much farther if you stand there."
So Ellen began walking. She had her hands between her legs, and she could only take baby steps. She was aware of Anna at her side.
She was in the middle of the car, which was doubly humiliating. First, she was the farthest in the car from a door. And second, everyone could see her clutching herself.
Twenty feet.
Ten.
She spurted again, and this time she could feel it on her hands.
Five.
She was at the door. Anna opened it, and Ellen hobbled through.
The cool air was both refreshing and dangerous. She peed a little, though she got it under control. "Anna... could you get my pants?"
"Get your pants?"
"I can't move my hands, otherwise I'll go. Oh please?"
Ellen gasped as Anna's hands touched her overfull bladder. They moved past to her zipper.
She realized with a sick feeling that she was very nearly completely peeing herself. By this time she was leaking every few seconds. She couldn't see past Anna's head, bent over her zipper, but she thought that she felt urine on her legs.
Finally Anna stood. "It's down."
Ellen tugged on her pants and no no no they wouldn't come down...
Anna's hand was on the side of her leg, pulling her khakis lower. Finally they were down.
She squatted just enough to get the stream free of her pants, not at all mindful of her still-on panties, and released.
It felt amazing. There was a sharp pain in her abdomen, but the dull ache was at last receding. The stream went on for at least a minute, maybe one and a half, then dribbled down to nothing.
Ellen looked down and realized that her panties were still on, soaked from the front to halfway to her back. She turned her eyes to Anna, and the other woman laughed. "You really, really had to go!"
"You didn't know that?"
"Well, it's more like you have a huge bladder."
Ellen nodded. "I drank a lot." She looked at her pants. There was a six-inch patch around her crotch, and rivulets down her legs. She turned around. The back of her pants were completely soaked. "What am I going to do?"
"Everyone on the train already knows you had to go, and I bet they saw your butt. The problem is getting new clothes."
"Any suggestions?"
"You could come to my house. I'd guess you're a size four jeans?"
"About."
"You'd fit my clothes. How's that?"
Ellen laughed, running her hands through her short black hair. It felt absurd, that she, a grown woman, had wet most of her pants and all of her panties. "That's fine."
That's the story. It's my first omorashi writing, so I'm a little nervous about posting it. Criticism? Thoughts? Also, 1600 words. Woo. |
Foreword (recommended, but not required reading)
The Decameron
For one reason or another, we all found ourselves in Florence when the plague hit. Coming in from Asia, just like seven hundred years ago, it was ugly and it was deadly. The scientists call it the Human Rapid Immunodegenerative Virus, HRIV. Some bloody interbreeding between HIV and god knows what else, an airborne biotoxin that will shut you off for good in rapid fashion, no exchange of bodily fluids necessary. The news was optimistic, a promising cure was in rapid development at a dozen research centers around the world, but in the meantime, we had to flee. We met in a bar, seven women, two other men and me, and Fiona, the only proper Florentine among us—mostly we were travelers, businesswomen and dandies at large—suggested we all flee to a cabin she knew of, well outside the major cities and hopefully isolated from the plague. So we did.
We had gathered supplies to stay for a while, with options to make a careful trip to the nearest grocery store in a small town a good twenty miles away if we ran out. But we needn't have worried: after trudging the last couple miles weighed down by heavy backpacks, the kind you see on interrailers, we found the cabin was well stocked with canned food, firewood, and alcohol. It wasn't much more than a shack, but it had a roof on it, a fireplace, a few beds. We'd have to share. I didn't mind that at all, naturally.
As the evening fell, the whiskey and the beer started flowing. We all wanted to forget what was happening in the outside world, so we lit some candles and sat in a circle, talking and drinking. At this point, I should admit that I have two vices: one is not really a vice as such, but is looked down upon by society at large. I have a bit of a pee fetish. The second is most definitely a vice: I am a fatalistic son of a bitch, and at that point it felt like I might live the rest of my days, not many days either, in that cabin. As we all started to get drunk, I felt like this might be my last chance to indulge, if only vicariously, in my secret vice.
'Man, this beer is running right through me. I feel like I've been holding my piss for a decade,' said Phil, a young American with parents rich enough that he could afford to take a year off to travel around Europe before starting college. That's when I seized the moment, and that is what set off this whole chain of events I'm going to relate.
'I bet,' I began. Suddenly I felt sober: the drunken confidence with which I had started the little speech I'd been preparing in my head was gone by the second word. But I had been playing the rowdy motherfucker all night, which is not my usual way, but when everyone expects you to be the most outrageous guy in the room, suddenly you get a lot more leeway. 'I bet,' I said again, 'that you all are afraid. I know I am. I also bet you by the end of the night, you will all have told us a story about a bathroom misfortune. Something to take your mind off the plague: stories. And what is more topical than piss?' I could never have gotten away with those words if I hadn't been burping and swearing all night, but all in a good-hearted matter. I am the bastard you'd hate if you didn't love being around me so much.
I'd seen already some of the ladies among us were getting a little fidgety. Perhaps they just didn't want to leave the good company, or perhaps they were a little wary of going out in the dark and finding the outhouse. Either way, I must admit I enjoyed what I saw, and I hoped, god help me, oh well, fuck it, I'm going to hell anyway—I hoped I could prolong their agony a bit more by getting some stories going.
'A bathroom misfortune? Whatta you mean?' said Elisa. She was the cute, petite brunette who was German, I think, or somewhere around there, but affected a broad American accent I found quite charming. As was her summer dress. She'd dressed for a day on the beach, not ragnarok.
'Not making it in time, that sort of thing,' I said.
Several of the girls blushed, and that was the moment I knew this could work.
'Oh, come on, we're all adults here. You wanna share stories of us all being toddlers and potty training?' That was Pam, the uptight one.
'No,' I said, 'I mean I think all of you have a story that happened well after you should be too old for it.'
Pam blushed. 'I'm a grown woman, young man.' She couldn't be much older than me—we were all hovering around the twenties, as far as I could tell. 'I can always hold it until there's an appropriate place to go. As should all of you all.'
But the blushing around the circle told me otherwise. I was eyeing Elisa, who was sitting on her heel, but also Nellie and Laura, who both looked like they could use a bathroom. Praise all that is Dionysian, but I'd found myself sheltering from the apocalypse with a number of gorgeous women.
'I know it's embarrassing, but that's sort of the point. It could almost be exciting, even,'
—almost, yeah. More like unbelievably arousing, but I knew I couldn't count on anyone else sharing my particular fetish. I mean, what are the odds? About as large as HIV mutating to become the twenty-first century Black Death, I suppose.
'I, uh...' said Fiona. 'I might have a story. But it's embarrassing, so I'll only tell it if everyone agrees they will tell an embarrassing story in return.'
'I propose a rule,' I said, already setting the tone that the thing was agreed and settled, even if no one had really agreed to anything. 'We all choose when we take a turn, but the longer you wait, the more embarrassing the story must be. Sort of like an incentive to get things rolling. I have a good one ready, but Fiona,' and here I looked her in the eyes and noticed her plain face hid a glimmer to die for, 'I think you should go first.'
'Uh...' Fiona was blushing, as was Nellie, and Elisa was now having trouble sitting still. The other guys were remarkably silent—maybe I had assumed the leader role of our little pack. I was already enjoying myself. After a few false starts and encouraging words, Fiona began.
So I was seventeen. Teresa and I had found each other recently, we had grown up together but never really clicked until one day we were casually chatting in the back of a boring math class, and found out we liked several of the same bands. Since then we were inseperable. One Friday we decided we were going to have an old fashioned sleepover at her house. Watch chick flicks, discuss boys and bands and just have a good time. Her mom was home, but she left us alone in the basement. There was a couch, a big flatscreen, and a good selection of movies. We just sat there talking for hours, and then we got some soda and popcorn and sat down and watched a film. I think it was Love, Actually. You know how salty things make you thirsty? We had a lot to drink, no alcohol, you know, we could get some but her mom might not approve.
Teresa had an annoying little sister, Maria, who was fifteen. We had to shoo her away several times. You know, looking back she probably looked up to us a little and wanted to hang with us, but we were just busy with our own stuff and didn't want her around.
After a while, her mom popped her head in just to say hi. I'd only met her a few times. When she saw the empty soda bottles and the popcorn, she warned Teresa not to drink so much before bed, which I found a bit odd, but I let it slide. Once the film was over, though, we were good and bursting both, so we ran to the bathroom. Maria was in there. 'Hey, you done soon? We're kinda bursting here,' Teresa said. 'I bet you are,' said Maria.
She took her time. By the end of it, I was having to twist my legs to hold it, and Teresa wasn't much better off. She kept biting her lip and hovering her hands around her jeans crotch. Finally, her infernal sister was done with the bathroom, and we ran in both. At the sight of the toilet, it was like my bladder dropped from a hundred feet and landed on my, what's it called, the sphincter? We both stood there a little confused like, who goes first, until finally Teresa just ripped down her pants and panties and I caught a little spot that might be nothing on her panties, but I didn't say anything. I'd never peed my pants since, like, as far as I can remember, but at that point, listening to Teresa's sweet relief, I felt like it was a matter of seconds before I embarrassed myself completely all over the floor. Luckily, Teresa finished up before that happened. But then, yes, this actually happened—my fucking zipper was stuck.
'No,' I said. Teresa looked confused. 'I can't get the fucking zipper off, I'm gonna piss myself if I don't,' I said. Teresa grabbed at the zipper, and I felt a bit strange, I'm not used to girls touching me around there and I'm not into that, but I definitely wasn't into the idea of having to do the walk of shame past Teresa's snotty sister and her mother in piss-soaked jeans. Finally, just in time, our combined efforts yielded results, and I managed to get off my pants and panties and relieve myself. The feeling itself was indescribable.
Afterwards, both a little dazed at the whole situation, we made our way back downstairs and opened another bottle of soda. That's when I remembered the comment Teresa's mom made earlier.
At this point in the story, everyone was listening with full attention. Well, those of us not concentrating on not having a mishap right there and then, anyway. Someone made a comment about how the story was supposed to be about not making it in time.
I'm getting there. 'Hey, Teresa, that comment your mom made earlier,' I said.
'Which one?'
'Uh, not to pry or anything, but what business does your mom have telling you how much soda to drink? Aren't we almost adults?'
Teresa blushed. 'I... I guess it had to come out sometime. I used to... I used to wet the bed. Sometimes I still do. Maria, that fucking bitch, I mean I love her, but she can't fucking leave me alone about it. She's been teasing me about it since she was out of diapers herself. Sometimes I... Sometimes I have to, like, wear something to bed. You know.' She couldn't bring herself to say it.
'Oh. I'm sorry, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it.'
'No, it's okay. You're the only one I've told. You don't seem like the type to judge. I'd like to talk about it actually. I don't have anyone else to talk to about it.'
I have to admit, I was curious. I had trouble picturing a seventeen-year-old, any seventeen-year-old, but especially my friend, in a diaper.
'What's... It like?' I asked.
'I'm always relieved when I wake up dry. I mean, it's been happening less often over the years, but every time I think it's all over, every time I've put away the—the diapers—there is that one morning when I wake up with my butt planted in a puddle and even my nightshirt soaked, cold, embarrassed, knowing I have to tell my mom it happened again. She must have a sixth sense, she always knows even when I try to hide it. Sometimes if I don't feel like being woken up by the alarm clock, I ask her to wake me before school. So she comes in and, I don't know if she can smell it in the air or maybe see it in my eyes, but she just knows, and she has that look in her eyes.'
'What look?'
'You know when you were little and you did something bad, not something majorly bad, just like a little mischief, and so your mom finds out, and she looks at you and just knows you're a kid and kids do that sometimes, but she's still disappointed. That look of disappointment, that's the one. I think she knows I can't help it, but she still seems to think I somehow did something wrong, had too much to drink before bed, forgot to go before bed, slept in too late, that there was something I should have done otherwise and it wouldn't have happened. She's just disappointed that her adult daughter, almost anyway, is still wetting the bed. And it just kills me. I feel so, so little when that happens. I just want to curl up in the fetal position and cry, but I know that would just disappoint her more, so I put on a brave face.'
I gave her a hug. I felt so sorry for her. I know I'd be mortified if I were in the same situation.
'But my sister is the worst. My mom at least tries to help me, even if she sometimes doesn't understand. Maria, she can't let any opportunity to mock me slip. If we're on a road trip, she always makes these sly comments about how we should stop more often so we don't get wet car seats, even though she knows I never wet myself in the day.'
'You don't?' I was sorry the minute I said it. 'I'm sorry, of course you don't.'
'No, you're right. There was one time.' We were already halfway through the soda, it was one of those big bottles. 'Promise you won't tell anyone?'
'My lips are sealed.'
There was one time. I was eleven. Thankfully, Maria never found out or I'd never hear the end of that, either. My mom took me to the dentist. It was an early morning appointment, so I skipped the two first classes of the day to go there. I woke up too late, my mom came in and shook me and as she did, my bladder woke to life. I hadn't peed the bed, though. But anyway, we didn't have much time, so she just threw me a pile of clothes and told me to hop in the car, and I didn't have time to go to the bathroom before we left. Not so much anymore, but back then, if I didn't pee the bed, I was usually desperate by the time I woke up. Maria used to occupy the bathroom until mom banged on the door and told her to get on with it, she had two daughters who needed to get ready for school. Maria never did get the satisfaction of making me pee my pajamas outside the bathroom door, but she came close a couple times.
So in the car on the way to the dentist, I was already drumming my legs. It was clear from the moment I woke up that I needed to get to a bathroom fast. But we were late for the appointment, so my mom just ushered me in there and I just barely glimpsed the bathroom sign before I was in the chair. So I was going to ask if I could go pee before the procedure, but the dentist was already grumpy that we were late and told my mom if we didn't get started right away, his whole schedule would be fucked up and he'd have to cancel the appointment and give us the bill anyway. So I sat in the chair trying to cross my legs, thinking only of oceans and waves splashing against the walls of my bladder, waterfalls, surfing, hot Australian surfer dudes just riding the waves that were gonna be coming out in my pants if I didn't get to the bathroom soon. The dentist started right away, and as he stuck the needle in with the anesthetic, the shock was enough. I spurted in my pants. I was sure it must be showing, but I couldn't see it from the position I was in.
The dentist got started right away, and once he was going about in my mouth, I couldn't speak. I'd have given anything in the world to just be able to say four words: 'I need to pee.' But instead, I had to clench with all my might, and there wasn't much might left in me.
The procedure took ages. Time dilated. My bladder felt like a bowling ball. Or a balloon set to burst. 'There, almost done, just sit tight while I go and get something,' the dentist said, finally. While he was away, I couldn't hold it and there was another spurt, and I could feel it on my leg. I was officially wetting my pants. I had never peed my pants during the day, not since I was out of diapers. Today was going to be the day when the bedwetter became a daywetter. I was mortified. There were tears in my eyes. What was my mom going to say? What about the dentist? He'd probably be pissed, and I pictured him being pissed lecturing me about peeing on his expensive dentist chair while I lost control totally and became pissed all over myself.
By some miracle I made it without any more leaks. He came back, didn't seem to notice the wet spot on my pants, had me wash out my mouth with some water, and then I was free to go join my mom, who was waiting in the reception area. Gingerly, I made me way out the door, intent on making a bee line for the toilet straight away. Each step, my bladder bounced up and down with force, and I'm sure I leaked a bit just getting from the chair to the hall. I didn't dare look down, afraid to look the damage in the eye. As I got into the hall, I became confused. Wasn't there a toilet somewhere? Down that way, or the other way? As I stood there searching for the toilet sign I'd seen on the way in, it just started coming out. I stood there alone in a long hall, and I couldn't hold it. I blushed and looked down as I felt my panties fill up, soaking until they could hold no more, and then there was pee running down my legs, wetting my inner thighs, running down and puddling around my shoes, and then the waterfall started, and I started to sniffle as the pee just splashed down. I could see my puffy eyes in the reflection of my accident, and I started to sob. That's when my mom found me. And she had that look. It wasn't just the usual look after I'd wet the bed. This was that look, exponentially intensified.
'Oh, Teresa, what have you done?' She said, shaking her head. Then she took me to the toilet, trailing pee, and when she told me to pull down my pants and finish in the toilet, I couldn't even get them down before I was peeing again, puddling around the toilet. I was a small girl back then, so my mom literally picked me up like a toddler and put me on the toilet to finish peeing through my panties. I remember they had Minnie Mouse on them, and I felt like I was three years old again.
Then there was a whole lot of commotion. My mom, of course, being the conscientious woman she is, couldn't just leave the mess for the dentist's staff to deal with, she had to parade them in there to see me disgraced and see what I'd done, and then I had to mop up my own accident. We drove home, me sitting on a plastic bag, and I was marched into the shower. Then she took one of my night-time diapers and told me to put it on before school, and I had to go around all day hoping no one would peek under my skirt. That, right there, is my most embarrassing memory.
I'd been listening intently to her story, and I didn't know what to say. I wished I had an embarrassing story to rival hers, just to make her feel better. But Teresa seemed to be fine: she must been able to distance herself from the whole thing. It was six years ago. She was almost a woman now. She had one accident, accidents happen. That's what I told her. 'Accidents happen, it could happen to anyone. I could have had one just earlier, if my zipper hadn't become unstuck in time.'
'Have you ever had an accident?' She asked. I hadn't. 'I'm sorry,' I said, 'I mean I wouldn't like to have one, but I almost wish I had, just to comfort you.' And I hugged her again.
'Not even when you were little?'
'Not that I can remember. I mean, I'm sure I did, but I was too little to remember. But you know what? I bet your sister has.'
'Maria?'
'You know, there's gotta be a reason she won't let up about your... little problem. You know that's how bullies work. They mess with others to cover up their own weaknesses.'
'No, that's the problem. If she did have an accident, her whole fucking shtick would be over. And I'm sure I'd find out about it somehow. You know, despite our differences, we're kind of a close family. The whole Italian family above all thing.'
'Let's brainstorm,' I said, sipping my soda. 'Let's say she did have an accident. Maybe she'd be able to hide it, but she's gotta leave a trail. I'll be Sherlock, you be my Watson. Or maybe the other way around, whichever you prefer.'
Teresa smiled. She seemed to brighten up at this conspiratorial tone, us two being detectives, deducing the deeper reason behind her sister's antics. 'Think,' I said. 'Anything suspicious? Ever?'
Teresa smiled and mimed The Thinker, the famous statue. 'Hmm...' She said. 'There was one thing. Last year, she came home from a school field trip, she had on these tiny little shorts. God, she was fourteen, and already showing off her ass. Anyway, she ran right in and changed her shorts. But the funny thing is she has two of those, they look almost exactly alike, and she just ran up to her room, went in the bathroom, and came out in the other pair, like she was trying to hide that she'd changed. But it was probably nothing. She was probably just sweaty and liked those shorts, so she put 'em on.'
'Elementary, my dear Watson,' I said. 'She had a leak. Or maybe not, but you never know. I just can't think of a reason she'd be so annoying only to be annoying. Is she usually like that?'
Teresa was deep in thought. Her eyes were drooping, too, and I was getting tired as well. 'Maybe,' she said. 'Maybe there is a reason. She's actually really nice, most of the time, when she doesn't bother me about wetting the bed.'
At that, we fell silent. Midnight had passed, and we both felt it was time for bed. 'What do you say, should we head to bed?' She nodded.
'But there's one thing,' I said. I knew I was crossing the line, but Teresa had really opened up, and don't get the wrong idea here, it wasn't anything perverse, but I was curious.
'Yeah?'
'Can I see your diapers? Like, if you still have some around?'
'You know what,' she said. 'I'm going to do something really bold. I've been drinking soda all night, and we already had a near disaster. I'm gonna put one on for you.'
Before I could say anything more, she was out the door, and then back again with something white in her hands. Teresa folded it out on the table, and there it was. An adult diaper. I'd never seen one before. 'Don't look,' she said, and I turned my back to her. 'Ok, you can look now,' she said, and there she was. I forgot to mention, Teresa is that dark-haired beauty you guys, and I mean you especially Dion, the kind you guys ogle at beaches all around the Mediterranean. I bet that's why you came here, wasn't it?
'I can't deny that was, shall we say, one of the perks of vacationing in Italy,' I said. A few of the others laughed. I looked around and saw that several of the girls, as well as one of the guys, definitely were in dire need of that ugly outhouse. Elisa was bouncing where she sat. Even Pam, who'd been so sure of herself earlier, looked like she might need some relief soon. But everyone was hooked on the story. This was going even better than I'd ever hoped. I'd thought, fuck it, it's the end of the world, if they all think I'm a perv, at least I gave it a shot. But it appeared I'd hit the bullseye.
'I thought this was about embarrassing yourself, not telling us all about your friends' bedwetting,' said Phil.
I'm not done yet. Anyways, so this Mediterranean beauty was standing there in just a nightshirt, and I know you guys will be happy to hear she had breasts to follow up her long legs, standing there in just a nightshirt and a nappy. It sat snugly around her waist, a security blanket for those unlucky in urination. All's fair in love and pee. I must say, as a girl, it's not often I'm stunned by other women. But she looked incredibly cute where she was standing. I just wanted to eat her up. 'Wow,' I said. 'Don't take this the wrong way, but you're a real cutie. Don't let your little problem bring you down, you've got nothing to be ashamed of.'
Teresa smiled. 'I bet you'd look cute in one too,' she said, and winked.
No way. Don't get your hopes up, Dion, that's not where this story is going. If you thought there was gonna be lesbian porn, I've gotta disappoint you.
I was really warming up to Fiona. She'd seemed shy at first, but she got a mouth on her, and that's something I can appreciate in a woman. That she'd even think that I'd think this was going in a sexual direction was itself a tell that she was thinking about it. Her eyes sparked in the flicker of the candlelights.
'I'm kidding,' Teresa said. 'But I'm glad you're not freaked out about it. We're gonna be sharing a bed tonight, and I hope you don't feel like I'm a baby. Honestly I feel ten years younger anytime I wear these. But there's a sort of comfort in them too—it's complicated, I can't explain it.'
'I think I understand. Don't worry, you're not a baby. You're a fucking supernova of charm and beauty, and that thing around your waist is nothing.' She smiled.
She put on pajama pants, and then we headed upstairs. Teresa's mom popped her head in the hall and reminded her to go to the bathroom before bed. 'Already done,' she said. We brushed our teeth, I got on my own night clothes, and then we snuggled up. No, there was no exploration of sexuality here, sorry Dion, we just fell asleep in each others' arms because we're best friends and we're girls, and girls can do that without saying 'no homo.' She in her nappy, me in a t-shirt and panties. There was nothing more to say: we both fell asleep almost the instant we hit the pillow.
I remember the early morning light streaming through the blinds, zebra patterning the floor. Dust motes floating in the light, you know I studied physics, that's called Brownian motion. It was too early to rise, and it wasn't the light that woke me up. Something wasn't right. There was a warm stickiness, an itchy feeling around my bum. It dawned on me that I hadn't heeded Teresa's mom's advice. I hadn't peed before going to bed. And I'd had a lot to drink. Yes, guys, that is the grand finale to my story: at seventeen, for the first time ever, I pissed the bed. My shirt, my panties, the sheets, they were drenched. It was still warm, so maybe if I'd woken up a few minutes earlier, I could have prevented the accident. I lifted the covers and saw that my accident had spilled over towards Teresa's side, too. Not only had I peed myself, I'd peed on my best friend as well.
A rush of emotions followed. Shame. Fear. Embarrasment. I felt something building in my stomach, a trembling in my shoulders, and then I couldn't stop a yelp from escaping, and then I was crying loudly, angry at myself for being so childish, that I couldn't handle my accident like a woman, like Teresa would hers, but angry or not, I was crying nonetheless. As my shoulders shook, I peed some more, warming my crotch. My sobbing woke Teresa up, and she looked at me with dreary morning eyes, confused. She was shielded from my puddle by the padding on her bum, so at first she didn't understand what had happened. Finally, between sobs, I managed to tell her that I'd had an accident.
'Oh, Fiona,' Teresa said. 'It was all that soda, wasn't it?' She reached over, planting her butt squarely in my piss, and hugged me. 'It's gonna be all right,' she said. She really is my best friend, to this day. I hope she made it out of Florence, I think maybe she was on a business trip elsewhere when the plague came. She whispered in my ear: 'Hush, hush, it's gonna be all right. You're not a baby. You said so yourself. You said accidents can happen to anyone. You're my supernova and I'm going to take care of you.' As she continued to soothe me, I finally managed to get some control over my feelings, and stopped crying. My eyes must have looked red and puffy, my cheeks streaked with tears, and all my clothes were drenched in piss. From that description, you'd think I was three, not seventeen.
We stumbled out of bed together and surveyed the damage. It was bad. My panties were see-through and even dripped a little on the floor. I stood there with my bare feet touching warm yellow dribblets, looking at the massive wet patch on the sheet.
'I have a protective cover on,' Teresa said. 'No one's going to know about this. You know what, I'm gonna tell my mother I did it.'
I was stunned. I'd imagined a stern talking-to by Teresa's mother, I'd imagined my own mother, giving me that look Teresa knew so well. 'You can't,' I said. 'I had an accident, now I'll have to deal with the consequences.'
'Look at yourself,' Teresa said. 'You're a mess. I know you must feel horrible. You know, I've had this happen so many times. As bad as it is, I'm used to it. But you—you said you'd never had an accident before. I think what you're feeling now is punishment enough.'
And so that's my story. Teresa took the fall for me, I got showered and dressed in the clothes I'd brought with me to change into in the morning. I even managed to evade Maria—we all had common friends, I'm sure she'd spread the word everywhere if she got wind of it. At seventeen, I wet the bed, I fucking drenched that bed like I'd used a garden hose. And no one but Teresa ever knew. And now you know. I've never told anyone this story. And now I fucking expect you others to follow up, because even talking about this now, six years later, I'm blushing like mad.
She was. I walked over and gave her a hug. It was a spontaneous move: I won't lie, her story gave me a big ol' boner, but the ending was too much for me to handle. I didn't come in my pants, that's not what I mean. I mean even if I'm an asshole I've got a heart, and Fiona needed that hug. 'You're the bravest motherfucker of this whole lot,' I whispered in her ear. Then I sat down beside her, resting my arm on her shoulder. I wasn't making a move so much as a connection. I hope. It's always been a mystery to me how we can ever bridge the gap between two human beings. Short of some sort of science fiction mind-melding neural connection, we can never know just what anyone else is feeling. But I think Fiona was relieved that I gave her that hug, and it hadn't occured to me before, but in that moment I felt like kissing her. Luckily, I was able to restrain myself, or this whole story I'm telling would have gone in a whole other direction.
'I've got a question,' said Maria, one of the girls who'd been quiet most of the night. She, too, looked like she needed a piss, wiggling a little where she sat. 'Did Teresa ever get back at her sister?'
'She did,' said Fiona. 'But that's another story.'
'I've got a good story,' I said. 'And I think it's my turn.' |
'So,' I began, 'This is a story about me and an ex-girlfriend of mine.'
'Was she fine?' Phil asked. His inhibitions were certainly slipping.
'And you guys thought I was the perv,' I said, mock-outraged. 'Yes, yes she was.'
Let's keep it classy and say my girlfriend was attractive, and she knew it. She was a bit of an exhibitionist. She'd dress sexy, but many girls do. But then we'd go out and she'd seem to take extra pleasure in flashing strangers, very coy, she'd go out commando and just let them get a very quick peek up her skirt that hovered in the zone where, if you didn't know her like I did, you'd never know if it was intentional or accidental. Of course, she loved to tease me, too. Thankfully, or I don't think I'd have been able to stay with her, after a night of teasing me, giving me these little quick peeks, starting to make out passionately only to cut it short just when I really got into it, we'd get into bed and it would all pay off. But it seemed like she was getting more daring, less coy as our relationship progressed. She was even mentioning that she got more into it when strangers watched us make out, and hinting she might want to take this aspect further. But I wasn't having none of that. I understand you have to cater to each others' needs, but man, some things just kill the mood for me and having some stranger watch me would be too much. I felt like me completely accepting her going around teasing strangers was more than enough from my side. On the other hand, she'd be willing to live out some of my fantasies—on the beach, for instance, but in a totally secluded spot, while she might have liked it better if there was more of a chance someone could see us.
You might think she'd be liable to cheating, but a tease and a cheat are two different things. The relationship actually ended by us both cheating on each other, unaware until later, almost at the exact same time, but that was a long time after this story takes place and the relationship had turned sour for other reasons. I guess you can say we deserved each other, huh?
Her name was Alice. Or at least it was. I don't keep in contact with her these days, but I heard she joined some sort of commune and had taken a different name—I suppose she was always a bit into that alternative stuff, whether it be sexual exhibitionism, communal living or herbal medicine. After a night of drinking, she'd wake up in the morning and make us both some herbal concoction she insisted was the perfect cure for hangover. I'd sneak off to to take some Advil when she wasn't looking. And I'd have to covertly pour sugar into her cure to get it down without gagging. But on the whole, she and I got along well.
Everyone was listening, but by now, the elephant in the room—that we weren't just sharing stories of having to pee, but all working up a healthy need at the same time—was becoming more obvious by the minute. None of us had been out to relieve ourselves since before dark, and by now we must have been drinking for hours. I say must because I didn't have a watch, and I didn't bother bringing my phone or anything else electronic because we were in a hurry and knew there'd be no electricity and probably no reception either. I think we had one phone between us, for emergencies, and it stayed off to conserve power. I didn't have anything but my internal clock to go on, but it must have been hours and we had been drinking a lot. I looked over towards Elisa, who'd seemed the most desperate, and she certainly looked like she might be nearing real, genuine desperation—oh, how I wouldn't like that—but she also had been doing her same subtle pee dance for the last half hour. Maybe she was just one of those girls who act more desperate than they really are. Surveying the circle, looking from one to the other, ostensibly in order to make a dramatic pause in my story, but really to check out who seemed most desperate for a piss, I found, unsurprisingly, that no one seemed to be able to sit completely still—but Maria actually had her one hand in her crotch! I hadn't expected that. Hoping to keep everyone's attention away from their bladders, I forged on with my story.
But Alice would also tease me in other ways. She liked feeling like she was leading in the relationship. By now I trust you've gathered that I'm not exactly the submissive type. But if there was something that a man could usually do better than a woman, and she could best me to at it, she'd take that opportunity and rub it in my face. Sometimes it backfired, like when she tried to assemble furniture, fumbling with the instructions for hours until I came in, threw away the instructions and put it together in fifteen minutes flat. But often, annoyingly, she'd actually have me beat. When we'd be walking home from one of our pub crawls, I'd often have to take a leak. Being a guy, I could usually find a bush or something to go behind, or I'd ask her to stand guard while I watered the walls of some dark alley. She, however, would proudly hold it all the way home, even making a point of not going when I did at the pub. She never acted desperate, either, although I know if I didn't found those alleys and bushes I'd be in trouble getting all the way home.
One such night, we were walking arm-in-arm. She hadn't been to the bathroom all evening, as far as I could tell, although I hadn't been keeping an eye on her at all times, sometimes talking to my other friends for a while, so I suppose she might have gone then. Anyways, she showed none of the signs of really having to pee, and trust me, I know those signs. On the other hand, I was feeling a mighty urge, and halfway home, I let go of her arm as I eyed an alley with no windows. 'Babe, watch out for me for a minute, I'm gonna take a leak over there,' I said.
She laughed. 'You're so funny. This big man-bro can't hold his beer, can he? Always stopping to water a bush.' Suggestively, she spread her stance wider while keeping her hands free. I could see, then, that her bladder made a noticeable bulge in her otherwise flat dress, and she seemed not to have a trouble in the world just standing there like that, daring her bladder to try voiding before she wanted it to.
I shrugged it off, I mean, what do you say to that? It was true enough, I had to piss, so I just walked into that alley with no retort and proceeded to get some heavenly relief against a brick wall. Feeling relieved, I took her hand and we walked home and got into it in bed. She didn't pee until after we both had finished, and she took her time in the bathroom. Other times we went out, or just in general, she'd continue to make these little remarks about my bathroom habits. She was never in trouble. One time though, it was summer and we were at the beach, and I caught her. I lost sight of her for a moment, got up to look for her, and found her standing in the water, peeing a waterfall into her red bikini panties. Feeling smug, I said, 'So you couldn't hold it, could you?'
She seemed a little startled, but then she turned to me seductively and said, 'I just did it to see if... maybe you'd like it. Besides, I'm going to go in the water and wash off anyways.'
So this one afternoon...
Fiona turned to me. She'd been sitting under my wing for some time now. 'Wait,' she said, 'you mean there's more than one story about you and this ex of yours? I want to hear about the beach.'
'Tell us about the beach,' someone else said, I didn't quite catch who, and that became the chorus. So my story had to take a detour.
I relent. I'm eager to please. I'm going to tell you about the beach, but you know, the most exciting part is the one that I started on before you oh so rudely interrupted my story-telling mojo. So, the beach it is.
It was a fine summer afternoon, and we drove down to this odd, but charming beach we knew of. It wasn't a very long drive, maybe an hour or so. We packed some food and a cooler of water and ice tea, along with the usual beach supplies: bathing clothes, towels, a parasol, a beach ball and a frisbee and something to read if we got bored. So we get there and I tell you this beach is odd: it's almost like a mini desert right near the ocean. It's just sand, a very long beach, of course it rains there and it's right next to the ocean, so it's not really a desert, but it looks like one for two reasons: when the wind blows right, it forms sand dunes straight out of a National Geographic documentary, and in the middle of this little 'desert' there's like an oasis, a little green patch of grass and a few scattered trees but everything else is just sand. Odd, but charming.
So, there's a couple public toilets way up by the road, but that is a good fifteen-minute walk from the actual shore. It was a hot day so we drank a lot both. Like usual, she seemed completely unconcerned with having to pee no matter how much she had to drink. There were a few other people around, surprisingly few for such a hot, cloudless summer day—perhaps it was simply too hot for them. Sweat was beading on me minutes after I'd washed it off in the ocean. But I knew she wasn't shy, so if she had to go, she'd go—or she'd refuse to go simply because it had become a point of pride to her how she could outlast me. At one point, I went over to the oasis and peed behind a tree. I mean, I suppose I could have gone in the water but the idea didn't appeal to me at the time, besides, I was dried off and wanted to just sit and talk or read.
After a while of talking, this was hours after we'd gotten there and after we'd bathed and swam several times, kissed underwater, and found it was way too hot to throw a frisbee for more than a couple minutes at a time, I picked up a book. She did the same. I got lost in my reading, and just assumed she'd still be sitting by my side reading as well, since she hadn't said anything. But when I turned to her, she was gone. I scanned the beach and located her a bit away, standing out with her shapely figure and that bright-red bikini of hers, just stood there a few feet into the water. So I walked over, wondering why she hadn't said anything and why she'd just randomly wandered off to stare into the horizon. I couldn't quite tell what she was doing, but when I got closer, I saw that her bikini panties—which had dried off in the Sun ages ago—were wet, getting wetter, a patch of dark, glistening red spreading up her ass and then I looked down to see her, and when I got closer, could actually hear her peeing forcefully through her panties and into the ocean.
So I made my remark about her not being able to make it, and she seemed startled, but I couldn't tell if she was startled because I'd caught her or just because she hadn't heard me approach from behind. Then she played it off with that remark, and it was somewhat plausible, since she did like to do some alternative or exhibitionistic stuff, but if she was doing a show for me, why sneak off instead of calling attention to it? If she wanted to be coy, at least she could have done it somewhere in my immediate field of vision, should I decide to look up from my book. So I prefer to think that she really couldn't, or wasn't sure she could make it all the way up to the toilets, maybe didn't think to or thought it was less convenient to go to the little oasis, that little patch of grass and a few trees. She had me beat by a whole bottle of water and hadn't peed all day, far as I could tell.
'So you think she had an accident at the beach?' That was Fanny, who was Swedish all over: blond, blue-eyed, and tall. She looked like she'd come to Italy to party her way around, but she'd told us earlier she actually had business in Florence, working as a legal aide on some trans-European judicial matter. Her colleague and companion on the trip had succumbed to the plague, and she'd been drinking her sorrows away when we all met. 'Actually,' she'd said earlier, 'We didn't even like each other all that much. We were just colleagues, that's all. But she didn't deserve what she got. And I can't even stay with her until the end, everyone's under quarantine or if they aren't officially, unofficially everyone tells you to stay the fuck away if you don't want to end up the same way. As soon as I was checked out and the test came out negative, I came here to drink.' But right now, under these candles and her glass of whiskey, she seemed to have found a way to smile again. And she was curious about whether my girlfriend had peed herself accidentally. That, to me, was a significant detail. Perhaps it's just because of my little kink, but I suspect to the others, it didn't matter. She was peeing herself in the ocean, what did it matter? She had done the deed regardless. To me, if it was a genuine accident, a forced wetting, it was infinitely more erotic.
I think that she thought she might have one if she started for the toilets up at the road. Maybe she genuinely lost control there in the water, or maybe she let go voluntarily because she figured she could get away with it there, but not if she ended up having an accident halfway up the beach. In the end, I'm fairly certain she'd have wanted to keep her unbeaten pee-holding streak alive, and that going in the water was a defeat in her eyes. But I couldn't get her to admit defeat, she just played it off like she didn't absolutely need to go, but figured it might be fun to see how I might react to it if she did it like that. Maybe that small defeat was the reason for what follows.
So that one evening, I came home from work a few minutes before her. So I went to the bathroom, which was adjacent to the front hall, and when I came out, she was just getting in the door. 'I knew it,' she said. 'You can never hold it very long, can you?' She took a bottle of water out of her purse and proceeded to polish it off in front of my eyes.
As we got into the living room, she told me, 'I haven't been all day, not since I woke this morning!' I smiled.
'Good for you,' I said, trying to sound like I was just glad to see her and didn't care at all about her prodigious holding capabilities.
She rolled her eyes. 'Like you could have done that. You'd be tinkling all over yourself before lunch. But I'm gonna prove to you just how superior I am.'
Those words were music to my ears. Whatever followed had to be good. She once proved to me how good she was at kissing, and then later on as our relationship progressed—and it progressed quickly—how good she was at fellatio.
'I'm going to go a full twenty-four hours without peeing. And I'm not going to be holding back on the fluids, either.' I hadn't expected quite that. Not that she was doing a live demonstration that had already started. She put my hand on her belly: 'Feel that? All that's going to go down into my bladder, to be pushing to get out, and I'm not going to let it until I say so. And there's more to come.' I was a bit stunned.
'Eek!' Elisa interrupted my story with a high-pitched shriek. All eyes were immediately on her, and her cheeks were burning red. 'I'm so sorry,' she said. 'It's just that I have to pee so bad. I almost leaked.' Oh no. On the one hand, this was incredibly exciting. Elisa was a cutie in desperate need of a bathroom, and to get there, she'd have to go out into what was now a dark, rainy night only to find a stinking little hut with a bench and a hole. On the other, someone would surely suggest she just go, like the sensible thing would be to do—I was already betting Pam, that party pooper, would be demanding that she do it right now—and once she went, probably everyone else would be going as well.
'But I want to hear the rest of the story,' said Elisa. 'Maybe the rain'll let up a bit by then.'
'Ok,' I said, quickly, before anyone could protest. Then I continued my story, keeping an eye on Elisa. I could feel Fiona's stare when I wasn't looking. Was she jealous, or was that wishful thinking? To answer my unasked question, she planted herself on my lap.
'To get this straight,' I said, 'You haven't peed since this first thing this morning. You've had plenty to drink throughout the day, and you're going to drink more. And you're going to last all night and not go until tomorrow morning?'
'Yes, that's what I said.'
'Surely not even you could manage that.' I had to egg her on a bit, I thought, not sure how serious she was.
'You just watch, mister.' And she laid on top of me on the couch and we kissed and fondled for a while, as that bottle of water quickly worked its way through her system. If she'd been hydrating as much as she said she had, her kidneys must be working overdrive.
I knew she had a very large bladder, and I thought she may even make it, if she didn't get overconfident. But she had always taken pride in not only holding her pee, but also concealing her need, and I knew no one could last that long with that much liquid in them and still not start showing signs of desperation. She must be feeling the need already, but she'd become so adept at hiding her need that so far, you'd never guess how much pee she was holding. As the evening and night progressed, however, I couldn't imagine anything but two scenarios, each of which, I suppose, would be satisfying in its own way: either she would finally have to break into those nervous fidgets, the clenching, the crossing of legs, the hands between the legs, the whole pee-pee dance, or she would force herself not to do any of those things that help you hold your pee when you're beyond desperate, and then she'd surely have an accident. Maybe that was what had happened at the beach: she had given no indication of her need to go, forced herself not to, until it was too late. But of course she still insisted it had been just another one of her exhibitionistic displays, completely unrelated to any pressing need to pee.
Alice insisted on making us a pasta dish for dinner. I sat by the kitchen table watching her work. She was very deliberate in her movements, but still, not so much as a tiny fidget. She was already started on a cup of tea, although she was only sipping it, unlike the water bottle she had gulped down in front of me. Now, this was a Friday, usually the night in the week she'd drag me to a club, or I her to a pub. I wasn't expecting her to risk anything in public, but I was content to chat with her over dinner with a beer at our sides. I was surprised, then, when she suggested we go see a movie.
'You sure you don't just want to stay in and get one off the internet?'
'No, silly, it's Friday night, we can't just be sitting around dozing on the couch! Let's go!'
'Okay, but we're taking the bus. We may be okay to drive, but ye olde officer o' the law might disagree. Can't risk it.' This was also a strategic move, since it gave us less choice in the matter of when and how to get home. If she was willing to risk getting desperate in public, I was going to up the ante. She simply nodded.
As we cleared away the dishes, I finally noticed the first visual signs that she actually had to pee. She was holding her legs closely together and walked a bit stiffly. In fact, except for that time on the beach, this was the first time I could recall she'd ever shown any actual need for the toilet. She'd never admit she had to pee, she just sort of went, at some point, as carelessly as anyone else, except anyone else would do it twice as often, at the least.
We got on our coats and, since the bathroom was right next to the front hall, I couldn't resist giving her an out I knew she wouldn't take: 'Hey, you sure you don't wanna pop in for a quick pee before we go?' I saw a flicker of doubt across her face, but her voice was firm when she insisted she didn't.
The walk to the bus stop was five minutes, and we passed time chatting about stupid coworkers and what we were going to do for a mutual friend's birthday. Once we got on the bus, though, there was no going back: thirty minutes to the theatre, and it seemed like the reality of the challenge she'd set for herself was sinking in. As would the tea, the water and the beer also, no doubt. She sat in silence, looking out the window, hands folded in her lap.
Once we were off the bus, her walk had definitely deteriorated from her usual confident strut to a tentative, careful pace, and every now and then she'd stop for a second, but never long enough for me to overtake her by more than a couple steps. We got in, found a movie, and I bought us each a large soda. I caught her eyeing the toilets on the way in, but she bravely accepted the soda and passed them by.
We were early. 'Oh god, are the lights never coming off?' Alice said.
'Getting antsy?'
'Patience is not among my many virtues.'
Finally the lights were off, the pre-movie trailers done with, and the movie proper was started. I don't recall which movie it was, nothing special. But this was when the real show started for me. My girlfriend kept her eyes on the film, and didn't notice that I kept mine on her most of the time. Now she thought I wasn't looking, she was holding her crotch tightly and crossing her thighs. Towards the end of the movie, as the hero or heroine was rescuing the world or the hostage or the relationship, she started lifting herself slightly off the seat, then sitting down and re-crossing her legs. I knew by now even Alice must be in dangerous waters, or dangerous waters were in her. There was no way she was making it home dry if she didn't relent, nevermind until the next morning.
As the lights came back on, she tried to restore some dignity to her posture, but it was still clear to me, and probably to those sitting nearby as well, that she really needed to pee. She'd even finished her soda, against better judgment. I'd barely finished half of mine. 'I've been holding it all day,' she whispered, matter-of-factly. 'I really need to pee.' That was the first time she'd ever admitted it to me.
'Let's find you a bathroom then,' I said.
We passed the bathrooms on the way out, but she simply shook her head no. 'Are you insane?' I whispered in her ear.
'No, I need to pee but I'm in control, not insane.' When she had to stop for a moment a few steps later and cross her legs, I just smiled.
I felt my crotch getting damp. Was I...? I did feel a mounting pressure in my bladder, but I couldn't imagine that I'd start wetting myself without even knowing. No. Surely not, but it must be: Fiona, still planted on my lap, had leaked. On me. I couldn't suppress an erection, tried to think of dirty old grandmas but before it was gone, she must have noticed. If it wasn't completely obvious to everyone by my enthusiastic and detailed retelling of this desperation experience, she must now know about my fetish. I had to acknowledge it somehow, so I whispered to her: 'You're in trouble.'
'You're trouble,' she whispered back.
'What are you two whispering about?' Asked Amadeo, the most quiet guy in our little group.
'He's just being mean and too afraid to say it out loud,' said Fiona, and I felt another drop on my crotch. She was wearing a skirt, and under it, I imagined her panties would be rather wet already. I shifted her a little bit forward so she was sitting between my legs instead of on my lap—that way, she'd have to full-on flood to wet my pants any further. Didn't want the blame for an accident that wasn't my own, as hot as having a girl pee herself on top of you is—if we were alone, on the other hand...
Alice was now in serious trouble. A hundred people must have seen her potty dance her way out of the movie theatre, and then we spent ten minutes on a three-minute walk back to the bus stop. We just missed it: thirty minutes until another one. And then another thirty minutes on the bus before we were home. Alice sat dejected holding herself tightly on the bench.
'Look, I don't want you to embarrass yourself. We both know you're not gonna make it home at this rate. There's probably some night-open café or bar around here somewhere that you could go to. Hell, theatre's probably not even closed yet.'
She might have been considering taking the easy way out, but now, she was more determined than ever. 'No, I will make it home.' I noticed she'd dropped the pretense that she could keep this up until morning. Instead, she got up and started pacing, crossing her legs, pacing, holding herself, sitting down on her heel, getting up again—all the while cursing the public transit system.
'Maybe we could get a cab,' I suggested. But by then, it was only five minutes until the bus anyway.
'No, the bus will...' And she appeared to spasm and had to bend over to hold it. '... have to do.'
It pulled in just on time, and we sat down away from the few other passengers. I had no idea how she'd made it this far, but now she was locked in: there would be absolutely nowhere to go but in her pants for the next thirty minutes. She didn't say much, simply dug deep into her crotch, tensed her body, and bounced on the seat. I looked at my watch: five minutes. She was fidgeting more. Ten minutes. She could not sit still for more than a few seconds. Fifteen minutes. She now had sweat running down her face. 'Help me unbutton my pants,' she commanded. I obliged. I tried, anyway. It wasn't easy, with her keeping her hands buried in the area. I got the first button open, and as I did, I inadvertently pushed on her bladder. She gasped, but still there was no wetness visible.
'Did you pee?' I whispered.
'No, I will never pee myself, ever,' she said, although there was no conviction behind her words anymore.
Twenty minutes. Another button had to be opened. Twenty-three. Her hands were now all the way down her panties. Twenty-five. She looked like she was on the home stretch of a marathon, panting, gasping, pushing like a madwoman into her peehole, clenching every muscle in an attempt to stave off the inevitable. Finally, at least, we were starting to approach familiar neighborhoods. This seemed to spur a sort of last defense in her, and she was even able to button up her jeans before we stepped off the bus. Then came the next hurdle: the five-minute walk home. Which could easily become a fifteen-minute walk with the way she was shuffling and stopping every other step to cross her legs.
'Alice,' I said, 'for real, are you going to make it? Will I have to carry you?'
'I will,' she said.
Then she stopped, gasped, looked down at her crotch, saw there was no wetness there, and forged ahead. 'I did not just pee,' she said.
By some miracle, we got back to our apartment without any accidents. When we got in the front hall, I fully expected her two rush into the bathroom, but instead, she took the time to remove her clothes and walked into the living room. I followed after her. She was lying down on the couch legs twisted and hands in her crotch, rocking back and forth.
'Alice, what are you doing?'
'I'm holding it until morning.'
'What? You're going to pee the bed. You're going to pee your pants before you even get to bed.'
'I have never wet the bed and I won't start now.'
'Have you ever been this desperate to pee?'
'No,' she admitted, blushing. 'But I am still in control and I will remain in control.'
'Alice, you won't last eight hours more. It's humanly impossible. If you wanna wet the bed, well, keep it up, but you'll have to sleep on a towel. More than one, in fact. You're not ruining the mattress just out of stubbornness.' At this point, the thought of her ruining the mattress out of stubbornness, I must admit, had a sort of appeal. But the practicalities of it weren't encouraging.
'Fine.'
So she lay there, wriggling like a worm on top of a bunch of towels. I had a hard time falling asleep, knowing what was going on right beside me, but eventually I did. I expected she'd run to the bathroom the moment I feel asleep, so I pretended to be asleep for a while, but she never did, just kept on wriggling around in bed, so eventually I fell asleep for real.
I didn't get any further in the story. Elisa cried out, and then she lifted the hands she'd held in her lap to reveal her shorts now had a wet spot on them. 'I'm sorry, it just came out,' she said. 'I'm fine now, though.'
'Jesus,' said Pam, 'just go to the bathroom already, woman. You're gonna disgrace yourself.'
'Well, it's too late for that,' Elisa said. 'I don't think I can stand up without starting to pee. And I don't even think I have any embarrassing pee stories to tell, not about myself, at least. But I s'pose a real live demonstration of an accident is both more embarrassing, and more, er, exciting than a story?'
'You can't make it to the outhouse?' I asked.
'I couldn't make it till the end of your sentence,' she said, and a stream of urine spurted through her dark jeans shorts, and she spread her legs, closing her eyes, as the pee spread across most of the front part of her shorts, almost up to the waist, and pooled on the floor in a yellow puddle. People had to move away from her as the puddle spread further. There was only the faint hiss of piss into denim to be heard in the room, everyone too stunned to speak. Elisa kept her eyes closed until she was done, and when she opened them, she blushed.
'My story,' she said simply, 'is that I held it too long. I got stuck escaping the apocalypse, and when we started drinking, I didn't want to leave the company and go out in the rain to pee. So I held it too long and peed my pants like a child.'
This situation needed to be handled very, very delicately, or not only story time but our whole merry band of survivors would be in danger of breaking up. |
Elisa sat completely still in her puddle. I think she was too shocked by what she'd done to say or do anything. There she was, sat in her accident, and in the air, only the creaking noises of an old cabin fighting against itself to remain standing, settling in, expanding out. And perhaps the faintest smell of urine, possibly imagined. I felt bad for her, blushing, paralyzed, but Fiona must also be feeling my primal urges bulging against her backside, sitting there in-between my legs. I needed to act quickly, so as to restore the good spirits of our group. I couldn't lose sight of the fact that, much as I was enjoying myself, we were also, now, a little pack trying to survive in the wild, surrounded, quite possibly, by once friendly people who had now, through no fault of their own, become our enemies through the real enemies, the parasitic virii too small to see. I had assumed the responsibility for herding us all through the coming days, weeks, maybe even months, and we couldn't break up the first night over something as insignificant as a little pee accident.
I didn't know what to do, only that it had to be done before someone else did something about it. Somehow, I didn't trust that anyone else could take care of it; least of all Elisa, who had just done something that we're all told as children is so bad, anyone who does it should feel awful. Since Fiona was sitting so conveniently there between my legs, feeling the benefits of my arousal and the warmth of my hands, I decided to make her my confidante. She, too, was losing her battle, although only I and her knew. We already had a dirty secret in common. I leaned over and whispered: 'We need to get her cleaned up, we can't let this kill the good mood. What do you think we should do?'
I was so close, I could almost hear the firing of synapses, the gears grinding. Was she trying to solve Elisa's problem, or her own as well? At this point, feeling my obvious arousal at desperation and wetting and making no move to get away from me, did she even want to solve her own desperation problem? Finally—all eyes still on Elisa, us in a little bubble by ourselves—she answered: 'I'll go with her and get her cleaned up. We have towels, right?'
'Yes, I know I brought some.' But I couldn't resist adding, 'Are you going to get yourself cleaned up as well?'
'I'm not... that wet, darling.' Did she just call me darling?
I spoke up. 'Elisa, we need to get you cleaned up, and the floor, as well. Fiona will go with you, won't you?' Fiona nodded.
'Will you help me get up? I don't want to get piss all over my hands.' Sure, as if there wasn't piss all over you already. How did she think she was going to get cleaned up without getting her hands dirty? Did she expect a wipe-down like a baby on the changing table? I wouldn't mind giving her one, but I didn't expect her to accept that proposition, and so kept the thought to myself.
'Sure.' I got up, carefully avoided stepping in her puddle, grabbed hold under her armpits and lifted her to her feet. As she stood up, I looked deep into her eyes for the first time. A corona of green and hazel. It really is amazing, the astonishing variety of colors and patterns human evolution has come up with. It's very pretty, but I never did get the feeling—not even with lovers—that the eyes really were windows into the soul. I looked into those pretty eyes and they told me nothing about how Elisa was feeling. How upset was she? How embarrassed? Had it ever happened before? Would she be able to live it down, or would she keep her head down until, hopefully, the outside world was safe and our pack could disperse again?
'Don't stress it,' I said, realizing I'd gotten into the habit of whispering to girls. What can I say, I was starved for intimacy. Although I hadn't mentioned it to the group, my relationship with the girl whose desperation story I was telling had ended shortly before I left for Europe, and had largely been the catalyst for my trip. I had cheated on her with some random girl I met in a bar because I was convinced she was cheating on me and, childishly, wanted to get back at her; she had cheated on me with some random guy she met in a club for much the same reasons. And both of us had been convinced the other was cheating because we'd lost the fiery love that had united us in the first place. 'No one,' I continued, 'will give you any shit for this, I promise. And if they do, I'll smack them upside the head till they get the message.'
There was a silence between us. There's a common misconception that the stops and starts of conversations are awkward—but I think they're only as awkward as you make them. Silence builds tension. If I said no more, I suppose she could have turned her back on me and walked away, and I'd look like a chump; but more likely, she'd be unable to withstand the temptation to break the tension, to ease it. The desire to be, above all, not awkward is very strong in this age of HRIV and GPS and HTML and .com. 'I don't suppose you have, like, a cloth or something handy?' She asked, a little sheepishly. 'I'm positive I've got like towels and all sorts of things, but we packed in such a hurry. It's starting to get clingy and cold.' She blushed again.
'Why, of course,' I said. Luckily I did have a towel somewhere near the top of my backpack. Call me an opportunist, but I gladly seized the opportunity to spend some more time with Elisa in private, in her current state.
'Fiona, come with us, I'm going to get something for her to clean herself up with.' Instinctively, I took Elisa's hand and started walking leading her to one of the two small bedrooms in the cabin, where'd I'd put my backpack. Fiona grabbed my other hand. I couldn't believe it: I was now leading two attractive ladies, one of them in pee-soaked shorts, the other with wet panties hidden under her skirt and a bursting bladder, into a bedroom. I won't deny the fantasy of a golden threesome flashed through my mind. But realistically, nothing of the sort was going to happen. There was no real privacy in here, and even if there were privacy behind those paper-thin walls, you can't just obviously leave the party to engage in a private orgy, even if the girls were up for it, which I reckoned they weren't. I've got a dirty mind, but a cynical outlook to keep it in check most of the time. Sometimes, though, the dirty mind takes action before the cynical bastard can get a real chokehold on it, and then, sometimes, catastrophy occurs—but that was also how I snagged my now ex girlfriend, who could have had a dozen hunks with bigger abs and more expensive cars than me if she so desired.
When we'd closed the door, Fiona let go of my hand and put it between her legs, bouncing up and down on her toes to keep from wetting herself. She seemed incapable of doing anything with her hands without having an accident of her own. Elisa still stood there holding my hand. I'd have to let Fiona be our chaperone: just like in the old days, when it was improper for two young unmarried people of the opposite sex to be in a room together alone. 'This is so gross,' Elisa said. 'It felt so good to finally be able to relax again, but this is so icky. I feel so dirty.'
'You're not going to get out of those messy clothes without getting your hands dirty, honey.' I let go of her hand and quickly retrieved a beach-themed towel from my backpack. It had a big cartoon sun radiating rays of yellow sunlight over an equally cartoony beach scene. I'd bought it at some tourist store in Split, across the Adriatic. Fiona was still dancing as I shot her a glance. When I turned back around, Elisa was still standing there in her wet shorts. 'Okay,' I said. 'Here's the towel. Do you want me to go?'
She appeared confused. 'Why would you go?'
I looked into the corona and was almost blinded by the light, even in the dim bedroom. 'Because, honey, you're going to have to get naked unless you want to sleep in wet panties tonight.'
Fiona was frantic, hopping from foot to foot and bending over.
'But I'll have the towel, right?' Elisa began to unbutton her shorts. She grabbed at the fabric, but then her arms shot away from her crotch like it was on fire. 'I can't do it. It's so... I kind of have a phobia against germs. Imagine what the fucking virus did to my head when I first heard about it.'
'Urine is sterile when it comes out of you. But the longer you wait to get them off, the more little buggers will be festering in your pants.'
A panicked look shot across her face. This wasn't embarrassment: she was genuinely afraid, couldn't bring herself to touch her own pee with her hands, despite having sat in a pool of it.
As Fiona was still unable to be even remotely of assistance—quite hot to watch at the edge of your vision, her desperate dance, but also, alas, annoying, as I needed her help—I resolutely grabbed Elisa's shorts, unbuttoned them, and dragged them down her thighs to the floor. 'There,' I said. She stepped out of the wet shorts. Her panties were cotton that had been white: now it was yellowed, wet and glistening in an arc from her cameltoe up to the waistband. Seeing the contours of her pussy made me hard again, and I made no effort to conceal it. What was the point? No one in this room could be unaware that I was getting off on this. 'Now you'll have to do the rest yourself, unless you want me to see you naked.'
I had no illusions that it was my place to stay any longer. I thought my long-term prospects with either of these two ladies, Fiona the Florentine with the plain face and the seductive smile, and Elisa, the shapely German brunette who peed herself and whose eyes were suns, depended on knowing when to push and when to pull back. Patience. Unlike my ex, it is among my few virtues. I turned to go. As I put my hand on the door handle, Elisa called: 'Wait!'
I turned around. She was blushing again. 'Would you... could you, like, close your eyes and pull my panties down? I don't want to be in this mess any longer but I... I can't bring myself to feel it on my fingers either.'
My cynical side now acted before the horny bastard who'd been long-term strategizing romantic prospects could counter. 'Elisa, hun, do you wipe after you go number two?'
Jaws fell open. I knew I'd said something stupid. But it was true: how could this woman clean herself up after the natural and inevitable act of going to the bathroom if she was so mortally afraid of germs she couldn't touch her own pee for a second to get out of her own mess?
'Yes.' She said. Her cheeks were on fire. 'I can't go if the toilet paper is too thin though, then I'll just hold it. Look, would you please just help me, Dion? Don't be a dick. No one's going to give me crap about this accident, remember you promised me?'
Well, if she didn't bring a dedicated butt-wiper with her, I guess she was shit outta luck. Would have to hold it until the point of no return if we stayed more than a day or two in this cabin—I was positive we didn't bring any extra premium super-thick toilet paper specially designed for germophobics. I walked back and pulled down her panties. I couldn't be bothered to close my eyes. A favor for a favor. She wasn't fully shaved, but she'd done some landscaping. That much I gathered before she grabbed my towel and ushered me out of the room.
Outside, thankfully, someone had taken responsibility and gotten a somewhat upbeat conversation going. There are silences and then there are silences, and if everyone had sat there waiting for us to get Elisa clean and dry, a grown woman having her wet pants changed for her, I don't think even I could have made that silence anything but awkward. Someone had thrown a rag over Elisa's puddle.
I joined in with the others, talking about various places we had visited. Maria still had her hands between her legs, and everyone seemed restless, unable to sit still. The drinking had all but stopped. I was sure that no one in this room could last more than an hour before they burst. I felt my own need throbbing, but I knew I was among those least in trouble. After a few minutes, Elisa emerged from the bedroom in a pair of yoga pants and a new shirt, as well—one that better accentuated her breasts. Behind her came Fiona, who now walked stiffly, trying to remain composed despite her obvious need. Fiona sat down beside me and Elisa shuffled over, looking more like an insecure teenager with acne approaching a cheerleader than the attractive woman she was. When I smiled back to her, she eased up, let her shoulders down, and sat down on my lap. Thankfully, my boner had subsided. I now had one desperate girl leaning on me to my right, and one girl I'd help get dry after an accident on my lap. I felt like a king with his concubines, addressing the humble folk who came to his court with their petty pleas. My confidence soaring, I decided to finish my tale, before anyone could object.
'I don't know about you,' said Elisa, 'but I'd like to hear the end of the story. I'd like to hear about someone else embarrassing themselves, to take my mind off myself. Tell me she did embarrass herself eventually, didn't she, Dion?'
You'll see. I woke up early in the morning to Alice moaning. Was she crying? 'Oh, babe,' she said. I looked at her, and her eyes were red; it looked like she might have been crying, although I couldn't be sure.
'Did you wet the bed?' I said, half blind in the dark bedroom.
'Noooo,' she said, 'I've been a big girl all night and not peed but it hurts so much.'
I removed the cover and put my hand on her crotch. It was definitely moist, but not soaked. 'You leaked, didn't you?'
'I was thinking about you, and what you could do to me, and I got a little into it. Took my mind off the pain.'
'All right, let's get you to a bathroom then.'
'No. I don't want to. I still have a few hours left of the twenty-four. Like, two hours I think.' I looked at the clock on the bedstand: 6:58 am.
'Big girls go to the bathroom before they have an accident in their panties, Alice. What more is there for you to prove? You have a bigger bladder than me. Congratulations. I'm gonna go take a leak and when I come back, you do the same.' Secretly, of course, I enjoyed seeing my girlfriend in such a state, her confidence in herself not vanished, just retreated a little. I wanted for her to depend on me; I already depended so much on her, if she didn't yield a little, the scales would tip over and this whole relationship would burn to the ground. As it did, eventually, but that was later, and it was mutual. At this stage we were still very much in love, the kind were if you haven't seen each other all day, all of nine hours separated, you just might jump in the shower together to celebrate your reunion. She'd moved in a couple months back, and that wasn't long after we started seeing each other seriously. Things had moved fast. But one thing was for her to lean on me like I did on her: another was her obvious pain, which pained me to see, too. So at once I felt sorry for her, desired her, and wanted her to go on and wanted her to yield and I was somewhat confused at this point, which is why, shit, I'm rambling, get to the point.
So I went to pee and when I came back, she'd managed to sit up in bed, still in her damp panties on top of the mountain of towels. My eyes strafed her panties, rested for a while on her exposed breasts, and then met her eyes, which told me she wasn't going to give up. So she had me help her out of bed, bladder now bulging like a little love child was growing in her usually flat belly, and then she put on a bra, a top, and yoga pants, much like the ones you have on right now, Elisa.
I unconsciously caressed Elisa's yoga-pant outer thigh, but she didn't seem to mind.
Alice insisted on getting her morning coffee. She knew it was just going to add to her struggle, but she couldn't wake up without it, she said. Total caffeine junkie. I made us toast, which I gorged on and she barely nibbled at. Her legs were twisted together at all times, and she was still moaning and grabbing herself and at one point, I was basically feeding her small nibblets of toast like a toddler while she had her hands down her pants.
'Stop playing with yourself,' I said. 'It's unseemly at breakfast.' I gave her a mischievous smile of the sort I usually used before iniating sex. But she wasn't in the mood for that. Once she'd had her coffee, however, her bright confident self started to creep back.
'Let's go shopping!' She said. Bright smile, hands still down her pants.
'Are you crazy? Do you want to wet yourself in public? You and I both know it's going to happen soon, if you don't give up, but at least if we stay at home, only I will see you humiliate yourself.'
'I am not going to wet my pants, I'll hold it all in, just like I promised. And I want to go shopping.'
She was staging a public performance. I didn't decline. The mall opened at nine, which would be her finish line for the twenty-four hour hold, so maybe she'd sprint for the bathrooms once we got there, and just maybe she'd even make it. But if she didn't, she sure as hell was going to go out with a bang. I could already picture her, legs twisted, standing in a circle of strangers, pee running into her panties and onwards down her legs. I recalled a video I'd seen on the internet of a girl who got paid to pee her pants on a dare, standing there in a circle, peeing. And I pictured her enjoying the attention the same way she enjoyed it when she flashed someone at the club, or, like she'd said, when she knew someone was watching as she and I got hot and heavy with each others mouths and tongues.
I put a towel on the car seat, to her protestations, and since she was unable to walk properly, I carried her out to the car. Once we got to driving, the lack of sleep caught up to her. Coffee wasn't enough. Halfway to the mall, she was asleep in the seat beside me. I thought maybe she'd pee herself on the way there.
I pulled into the parking lot. The dashboard clock, accounting for the few minutes it ran ahead of time—those clocks have a tendency, I've noticed, always to be a little off—told me it was just past nine. She'd made it. Twenty-four hours of marathon pee holding, with probably twice the liquid she'd usually drink. I was confident she'd leaked a little during the night, but she'd never admit it. Now, she was sleeping peacefully in the front seat. The anguish on her face as she was awake trying to hold back was gone. In its place was that angelic look of hers, one she sometimes fell into as we cuddled in bed after making love—you can tell I really loved this girl, otherwise I'd said after we fucked—when she'd lean back in my arms, close her eyes, and sort of nod, barely awake, looking so blissful you'd think she just shot up heroin. Ah, those endorphins. My eyes wandered off her face and down towards her crotch, which was no longer protected from the onslaught of pee by her hands. I sat there for a minute, just falling in love with her all over again, and then a little wet spot appeared between her legs. She was losing. She was peeing her pants. I waited a little longer, but the wet spot was still the size of a dime. I gently shook her awake.
'Alice, hun, you peed.'
She was in that disoriented sleepy head of hers for a moment, then she looked down, saw that the damage was still small, and put her hands in her lap. 'Let's go shopping,' she said. She wasn't going to let the leak stop her.
I followed along as she hobbled, stopped to cross her legs, pushed into her crotch, then hobbled on, finally reaching the entrance. From there, she dragged me along to the nearest clothing store. I walked and she shuffle-hobble-twisted her way into the store, which had large Victoria's Secret posters and other fancy brand names shining from all around us. Alice stopped by a table stacked with jeans and crossed her legs, biting her lip. A young shopgirl walked over, in sexy ripped jeans and, I couldn't help but notice, a healthy bosom and bright red lips under her bunned hair. 'Uh,' she said, addressing Alice, 'Are you maybe looking for something? The... uh, facilities maybe?'
Alice managed to transform anguish on her face into a half-smile, her coy side, a little flirting, a little teasing, and said: 'Actually, I was looking for some new jeans.'
'Oh!' The shop attendant put away her worried look and burst into salesman mode. She put on a bright smile and picked up a pair of jeans off the table. 'We sell a lot of those,' she indicated some other jeans, 'but personally I think these would look just great on you, such a stunning figure!'
Alice took the jeans and disappeared into a fitting room. 'Oh shit!' She cried out, and I could almost hear her struggle to get the tight jeans buttoned up, pushing into her bladder, and I think she may have leaked. But she must have survived the scare, because she emerged with the jeans—and they did look stunning on her, although her bladder bulge hung over the waist, trying to pressure the buttons open—still dry. She shuffled out of the fitting room and crossed her legs, nearly bending over to bury her hands in her crotch again but catching herself. Little miss seller of the month winked at me and said, 'Turn around and let your man take it all in.' Carefully, Alice uncrossed her legs and did an awkward pirouette, showing me her bum before turning back around to face us.
'Don't they just look stunning!' said Miss Salesman.
At that moment, a huge wave overtook Alice. She arced her spine and her whole body shook, and then the crotch of the jeans darkened as her control waved for a moment, tickling the seams at the crotch, before a small trickle ran down her inner thigh. The light fixtures above us flickered, that shit is liable to give someone a seizure one day, and it's an ugly light, too, like a bright flash in your face, casting odd shadows and not doing any justice to your figure at all. Everyone looks like their passport or driver's license picture in those lights, I don't get why they put them in clothing stores. Maybe they just came with the lease on the space and they just ran with it. But at that moment, it perfectly illuminated my girlfriend's little accident, the glistening piss that flowed from her panties and trickled down to her knee. It wasn't a flood, it was a small stream she managed to cut off—she must still be bursting to go—but it was definitely a very public accident. Miss Salesman's neurons flickered in tune with the light fixtures, and I could almost see the switch that flipped in her head as she went from fake enthusiasm to close encounter of the wet kind, from cheery to worried to confused. What was she going to do when an adult woman had an accident in the jeans she was trying on? Surely her training had never prepared her for this. She must still be in high school, just working the weekend to get some extra spending money, and she had neither the intuition nor the maturity to handle the situation.
Alice ran into the fitting room again and came out in her yoga pants at record speed. She handed the shopgirl the wet jeans and said, 'I'm sorry, I don't think these are right for me,' and then she ran out of the store. I stood there dumbfounded for a moment, considering whether I should offer to pay for the jeans, it was the decent thing to do in this kind of situation, the kind of thing an upstanding citizen does. She, or we, since I had apparently become her custodian overnight, had ruined a pair of jeans, of course we were going to pay for them. They were unsellable now, piss-stained. Alas, I am not that upstanding citizen. Miss Salesman of the Month and I shared a confused look, and then I ran after Alice.
'You did not just do that,' I said. 'You pissed someone else's pants and left that poor girl with them. You're going back and paying for them right now.' I wasn't gonna pay, and I had a good hunch she wasn't going to show her face in that store ever again, but I needed the smug moral satisfaction of at least having demanded she do The Right Thing. Ever notice how it often feels so good to consider doing something ethical to help your fellow man, you never actually wind up doing it? Whenever Alice and I would watch ads for charities we'd talk about how we were totally going to donate some money to the good cause, and we felt good about ourselves, and we never did end up donating any money.
Alice completely ignored her accident and pretended like it had never happened. It was like the pretense that she was going to make it, that her bladder of steel would hold until she willed it to open, had been replaced by the pretense that she didn't need to pee at all, had not just peed the pants she was trying on in a haute couture store, and that we were just casually strolling the mall on a Saturday morning. 'Let's go get some food, I barely ate any at breakfast and I'm starving!' She dragged me along, and I didn't protest, to the nearest place that sold food, which happened to be a Burger King. Even this early, as they were still serving the breakfast menu, there was a line. We stood behind a couple of fat moms with their equally fat kids, a few young teenagers with acne and braces, and an attractive young woman dressed like a lawyer, you know the look, and from the side I could see she wore round, small glasses. Around us, people start eating breakfast or lunch or brunch, paying no mind to the squirming hottie in the yoga pants by my side, as the bobbed and weaved, shadowboxed with her bladder, but managed to keep her hands properly by her sides, though she had to clench her fists from the effort.
The attractive young lawyer lady got her food, and we moved forward. The two teenagers made their order. Alice squirmed. The line moved. I remember this part particularly vividly because of what's about to happen any minute now. The moms and kids ordered the biggest menus with the largest cokes and most fries on the side. I've nothing against people who are overweight, trust me, but I couldn't help but notice these two moms were bordering on obese and bringing up their children to be the same, and it's just sad. The line moved. Alice sprinted up, put on a smile again, met the eyes of the young girl at the counter, she had to be around the same age as Miss Salesman of the Month, and had the same salesman smile plasted on her face, though you could tell behind the face were thoughts like 'meh' and 'boring' and 'tired' and 'minimum wage' and maybe even, if we she were the social activist kind, 'wage slavery' or 'why does capitalism suck so much and why am I contributing to it by earning minimum wage to serve whoppers to fat moms and their fat kids and etc.'
'I'll have a double Whopper with fries, and he'll have the same,' Alice said.
And then the dam broke. All eyes in this Burger King were drawn to Alice as she bent over the counter, and two separate streams of pee erupted from her bum, and then her ass was saturated and it was dripping on the floor while she was loudly hissing twenty-five hours of hot pee down her legs, onto the floor, rivulets on her yoga pants, a puddle on the linoleum, just peeing, and peeing, and peeing, and in the background I heard someone yell that oh my god she's wetting herself, in my peripheral vision I saw someone bring out a cellphone and aim it at Alice and thought idly at the back of my mind that I knew which websites that video would end up on, but my eyes and my attention were transfixed by Alice. By her ass, the one I'd come to know so fondly, strutting and stretching the yoga pants, by the way the pants were saturated by pee and overflowed, by the sound of it all, the waterfall, pee just continually pouring out, until there was nary a spot on her backside that wasn't wet, and she continued to pee, and pee, while young creep in the background was filming and fat mom to our left was lecturing her children on the importance of going to the bathroom in time so as not to end up disgraced like that young lady over there—and I imagined with all they were stuffing their faces with they would all be needing the bathroom soon—but not as much as Alice, my Alice, my girlfriend, the girl I loved, who was not done humiliating herself and soiling the floor until probably two minutes of continuous peeing had passed.
The young salesclerk at the counter was calling for someone to bring a mop, something to clean up; the line had separated, pulling away from the spreading urine like it was molten lava; Alice had outdone herself in performance art, she had erupted like a geyser, I'm at a loss for words; and absurdly, among all this, a black dude with a cap that definitely didn't have a Burger King logo on it brought us the Whoppers, and I paid for them as if nothing had happened. That's another story, but I actually met that guy later in a different setting and he turned out to be one of the coolest guys I've met, but I've gone on too long.
So there we were: Alice had completely and utterly peed herself, completely accidentally, stubborn to hold on, in a Burger King in your anonymous mall on the outskirts of town. We had the obligatory creep uploading the vid to social media, we had the admonishing fat moms, we had the stunned onlookers—but what about the main character in this drama? I took Alice by my free hand, our food in a brown bag in the other, and looked her in the eyes. She'd put on a performance, all right, she'd lived out her exhibitionism to the fullest; but it had been a performance where she deliberately let go of her control, and I didn't know if she could handle it. Most people would probably break down and cry in her position. I think I might have cried if I'd wet myself so completely in Burger King, and I'm not the crying type. Alice was blushing, but she wasn't crying, and I pulled her out of the restaurant (insofar as one can call it that) and took her to a bench outside a handicap toilet. Yes, once again we left others to clean up our mess, and once again, because the universe apparently rewards assholes with mercy, no one chased after us to demand we make amends.
Once we sat on the bench though, Alice became emotional. It appeared she was only now realizing, no doubt with some added awareness from the sensation of cooling pee clinging to her legs, filling her panties, creeping up her butt brack, just what she'd done. I could see she was bravely fighting tears, blushing, not wanting to cry, not really about to go all out and wail either, just watering eyes and a face that said her eyes were not allowed to water.
'I really did it,' she said. 'I really had a big accident. I'm such a little girl.'
She leaned on my shoulder. 'You're a naughty little girl,' I said. I tried to sound seductive, but I think I failed. It's a case of l'esprit de l'escalier: you know all the smooth lines only once the moment to say them has passed. You know how James Bond is always so damn smooth in his smoking, always with the witty reply? He has a script. He's a fictional character. I'm not, and I had no idea what to say in that situation. I tried to pretend this was all a roleplay we were doing, but I could tell she wasn't buying it. 'But you're my naughty little girl and you know I take care of my girl.'
'What happened next?' Fanny asked.
'I took her home in her wet pants. She sat on the towel and complained it was getting cold and itchy, but I insisted on taking her home. She fell asleep and peed some more on the towel on the way back. Then she took a shower, towelled off, and I carried her nude into the bedroom and put her to bed. And we cuddled in bed and I told her it was all going to be okay, and the rest is up to your imagination.'
Fiona, who had been leaning on me and swallowing up each word, whispered in my ear.
(Thank you all for the kind words. And thank you for reading something that is long and complicated and maybe overly ambitious.) |
I walked outside into the rain. The outhouse was only a silhouette in the distance, obscured by the drizzle and the darkness. She followed me awkwardly. Fiona took a few tentative steps towards the outhouse. She turned to me and said, 'This is what you wanted to see, right?' Then she spread her legs slightly. She stood there, legs trembling, for a short beat, and then a stream began pouring from underneath the hem of her skirt. It began as a thin little ray pointing to the dirt below her, then developed into a downpour. 'Ah,' she sighed. Something in my pants strained against the denim. Fiona turned toward me, blushing. Her knees buckled slightly. Goosebumps. She continued to wet herself. Her hair was slicked against her temple by the rain. I took a step toward her. I had to piss like a madman, but my boner made things difficult. I felt eyes on my back, but didn't turn around. I took another step toward her, and was that a smile on her lips? I walked the last few steps toward her and held her shoulders. She grabbed hold of my crotch as the last few drops fell to the ground. I slipped a hand under her skirt, felt warm panties clinging to her skin. A moment of hard arousal. Raindrops dripping from my hair into my eyes. Blurred vision. She gently pried my hand loose from her ass, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and started walking inside.
I watched the way the silhouette of her hips swayed, and then I turned around, unzipped my pants, and let loose myself. The relief was enormous, but I was still hard, and if not for my tubes being occupied by the piss I might have blown a load right there. Despite the plague, it seemed like things could only go uphill from here. My thoughts were far away from wheezing, dying poor bastards, monopolized by accident prone girls and wet lingerie. I realized I was drunk. My plan to take it slow had been short-circuited at some point by arousal and exciting stories and breasts and shapely, dripping ass. This piss might be a personal record. When I finally zipped up and headed back inside, I was so drenched I might as well have pissed my pants.
'Did you enjoy yourself?' Fanny asked, slurring words.
'I... did,' I said, unsure what she'd seen or inferred. She winked at me.
It was getting late, but it seemed like I was among the least intoxicated in the room, and I was drunk. It wasn't like we had anything planned for the morning. I glanced around and saw that Phil and Pam had both snuck out, presumably to pee—I hadn't exactly seen any chemistry to suggest passionate lovemaking between the two. One was a drunk frat boy, the other a frowning old lady in a young woman's body.
I sat down beside Fiona and Elisa. It was time for another story. One more to seal the night. 'It's your turn,' I said, looking at Fanny.
She blushed deeply. Interesting.
'I... uh, I don't have any good stories.'
'Then why are you blushing?'
Imagine the deepest shade of red possible, then imagine it deeper. Fanny's cheeks were approaching infrared. 'You—you're all going to think I'm disgusting.'
'I promise you, no one thinks you're disgusting. I think we can all agree you're quite lovely.' Drunken bravado, here we go. Both ladies at my flanks were giving me disapproving stares, but Fanny's cheeks were into the visible spectrum again.
'Promise?'
'Pinky swear.'
All right. This happened last summer, and it might be my most embarrassing memory, like, ever.
I was at a rather lovely beach resort—which shall go unnamed, as I've tried to repress this whole memory—with a group of friends. There was a long sandy beach and then the hotel and, crucially, the toilets were up there as well. The beach was fenced in and only accessible to hotel guests and locals who knew were you could climb under or over the fence, so the nearest bathrooms were all the way up in the hotel lobby. We had been swimming and splashing in the water for a few hours while the sun was at its height. It was way too hot to stay out of the water, even in the shade. When the temperature came down just a notch from boiling, we lathered ourselves in sunscreen and decided to sunbathe.
The image was doing unspeakable things to me.
We were drinking plenty of water, of course. I didn't think much of it. After an hour or two, having spent the better part of the day away from the bathroom and hydrating, I felt the need to pee, but shrugged it off. I could always go in the water later, right? One of my friends had fallen asleep in the sun earlier in the week, and after a while, we decided to move her into the shadow so she wouldn't get sunburn. Instead of waking her up, we decided it would be fun to carry her. She was just a few paces from the parasol. So I grabbed her feet and another friend grabbed the hands, and we hoisted her into safety. She didn't stir. When I put her down on the towel, I couldn't help but notice her crotch was wet, even though the rest of her was dry. I suspected she'd peed herself, maybe even in her sleep, but I didn't say anything. By the time she woke, she was dry, so if she did have an accident, I was the only one who knew. Isn't that funny?
Anyway, none of were exactly shy about peeing in our swimwear. It didn't seem like a big deal, they were clothes made to get wet and you could just go in the water and wash it off immediately, so it wasn't gross or anything. I wasn't concerned. I simply enjoyed the sun and got my tan on.
After a while, however, the need to pee was getting hard to ignore. I would have gone, if not for a knotted feeling in my stomach. I was reminded that I hadn't been to the bathroom other than to pee in two days, and that I couldn't do in the water. It would be too embarrassing, too icky, too unclean, you know?
She blushed deeply again at her own foreshadowing.
So I had to pee badly, and it was getting hard to sit still. But I also had to. I had to... You get the picture. And I thought I could hold that in until we got to the hotel, but I wasn't sure what might happen in the back of my bikini panties if I peed. It was a purple bikini, very form fitting.
She pushed her breasts upwards with her hands to indicate, then realized what she was doing, but by now everyone was looking at her and had gotten a good idea of what was hiding under her shirt. God, how could I not have taken more notice of this Northern beauty before now? She was without a doubt the most attractive person in the room, at least if you went for the model looks. Slender, tall, blonde, blue eyes and a motherfucking toothpaste commercial of a smile. And those breasts. Fiona was breathing down my neck, and I don't think it was a romantic gesture. Thankfully, Fanny descended the pedestal of the godess to remind us of her predicament before my stare could go from unseemly to downright creepy.
My favorite, naturally. These things always happen like that, don't they? So I was getting desperate to pee, and I had to poop, and I didn't know if I could do one without doing the other, and there was no way I was going number two at the beach. I was still hesitant to go back to the hotel by myself, still hoping maybe the others would get tired of the beach soon and we could all hurry back together. But I really needed to pee. It didn't take long until I simply had to sit up, and then I was crossing my legs, rocking back and forth. Soon I had to put my hands in between my legs, and I couldn't hide my need anymore.
'Fanny, what is it? Do you have to pee?' asked my friend, the one we had lifted into the shadow. I nodded. 'Why don't you just go in the water?'
'Eh, I don't want to go in the water,' I said, a bit sheepish. 'Will you come with me to the hotel bathrooms?'
She shook her head at me, more of an 'oh, you're so silly' rather than an answer to my question.
'I'll be okay,' I said. But I wasn't okay. I was about to wet myself. The feeling in my stomach had supplanted itself down to my butt, and I knew it was near an emergency. Fifteen minutes went by. I checked my phone. Four minutes of real time had passed. I couldn't do this anymore. I had to suck it up and go back to the hotel. I told my friend and then started back up the beach.
I didn't take anything with me, I just ran. I was only a few yards away from my towel when I had to stop and hold myself and realized running was never going to work. I would get to the hotel faster at the expense of an accident on the way. My bladder was heavy as lead, bouncing with every step, and my intestines seemed to be experiencing supernatural gravitational forces. I felt something sticky on my butt and realized I was losing. Someone walking behind me would be seeing something start to poke into my bikinis. I was breathing heavy, and my whole body was slick with sweat.
Somehow I passed the beach without further incident. I got onto the gravel path and realized I'd forgotten my sandals in the rush. Fatal mistake. I had to slow down to half speed so as not to mutilate my soles. If only I didn't forget those damn sandals.
Somehow, a pretty girl recounting a shameful, embarrassing experience makes her more attractive. Do I get off on vulnerability? Is that wrong? Such questions were beyond my drunken intellect to answer.
I had to bend over just as a couple of British tourists passed by—a father and a teenage son, by the looks of it. The father gave me a puzzled look and the son pitched a tent in his shorts. I was making a spectacle out of myself and I was powerless to stop it.
Finally the cursed gravel gave way to smooth stone, and I was able to pick up a brisker pace. I was only a minute from the hotel, and then I was passing through a garden, and then I was at the entrance. The lobby was inside, and on the other side of it, if only I could make it there, was my salvation. I had to slow down as I entered the lobby to avoid bending over and attracting more attention to myself. I shouldn't have. I was about to attract every pair of eyeballs in the room.
Halfway across the lobby, my body betrayed me. The churning, downward pressure in my butt was too much. My whole lower body cramped, and then it just... came out. Everything I had been holding in. It was surreal. I wouldn't have believed it if not for the very real sensations in my panty region. First I began to shit myself, just a coil out my butt, and then that contraction caused a chain reaction in my bladder, and I started to pee. And so my bikinis drooped lower and lower in a tell-tale bulge while my bladder gave out and I felt warm liquid running down my thighs, just down the inside on both sides, slowly but surely picking up steam, so much, as I shudded and emptied out, dirtying my panties, my legs, and I began to fear my panties wouldn't hold everything and thinking absurdly that I should have worn a freaking diaper to the beach, fearing it would start coming out the sides and fall on the floor or my whole panties would unknot and fall between my legs, exposing everyone to my vag... So many things were going on and yet I still had space in my mind to register tourists looking up from newspapers and bags and briefcases and bellboys and receptionists also looking on in disbelief or dark disapproval.
I did what any respectable adult would have done: I began to sob, loudly. I was stood in my own pee, felt my own mess drooping down between my legs, and I realized I didn't have either my phone or my room key with me. I needed to get out of there, fast, to save myself any more embarrassment, as if there was a deeper level of embarrassment to be had in this situation, and although I was only ten steps from the bathroom and a sorely needed cleanup, that would mean probably fifteen minutes at least, and in that time, the whole hotel would have heard and I'd probably have to exit still dirty to be received by a crowd. No. I couldn't. Before anyone could say anything out loud, I shuffled out of there and headed back down to the beach.
You don't know the true meaning of the term walk of shame until you've walked down a crowded beach in poop-filled bikinis with your legs stained with piss.
I still hadn't faced the harshest jury: my friends. All these people I could leave behind and never see again, but would I ever be able to live this down with my friends? Surely everyone would know, and then everyone back home, and then my life would be over.
'Oh. My. God.' That was Maya, my friend who'd told me to go in the water. Luckily, the rest of my friends were in the water.
'You just pooped your pants. Really.' She was in disbelief.
'Are you going to make me cry more, or can we, like, skip that part and get to the part where you're a good friend and help me out?'
'Oh. Sorry,' said Maya. 'It's just, that's kind of hilarious. But it's a little much of me to expect you to appreciate the humor right now.'
'Fuck you.'
'Love you too. Here, take this.' She handed me a towel. 'Wrap it around yourself and go into the water to get the worst out before anyone else gets back. Then you and I go back to the hotel.'
I wrapped myself in the towel and walked down to the water. The waves licking at my feet felt purifying. I waded until waist height, then crouched and slipped off my bikini panties, balling them up and disposing of them under a rock. My butt still felt dirty, but I didn't feel like cleaning it by hand, smearing myself further with crap, so I sat down in the sand and rubbed against the seafloor a bit to get rid of the worst of it, then quickly wrapped myself in the towel and ran back up. Maya had packed my things and called out to my friends that we were tired and heading to the hotel, and so we did.
'Uh... Do you know if the hotel has a side entrance?' I asked.
'Why?'
'There may be some cleanup happening in the lobby.'
'Oh.'
Luckily, there was a side entrance, so I avoided the reception and the crowd. Only about half the whole resort saw my shameful double accident, but at least the rest of my friends never knew. Maya comforted me by telling me about the time she'd peed herself—this was not the time on the beach a few days earlier—and the rest of our friends even heard a rumor going around the hotel about the young woman who'd pooped herself in the lobby, but we simply laughed, and they were none the wiser. Luckily, the rumors couldn't agree on what color my bikini had been: some claimed white, some blue, some purple, some black swimsuit. All of them claimed D cups.
'That's disgusting,' said Pam. Oh, great. She was back.
'I'd have to agree with you there,' said Phil. The two of them were sitting close together. Maybe they had been out making passionate love after all (missionary, naturally).
Fanny looked at me with pleading eyes. I had promised no one would be disgusted. Of course, I hadn't known what she was going to tell us. I was going to have to figure something out.
'Come over here and sit with us,' I said, patting a space beside me. I had Fiona scoot out to make room, which she did, with a look that seemed to be part pity, part... jealousy?
'Elisa, are you disgusted?'
She shook her head. 'No, dear, I feel so bad for you.' Fanny blushed.
'Fiona, what do you say?'
She looked me in the eyes when she answered, but addressed Fanny. 'No, dear, not at all.'
'Don't be ashamed,' I said. 'I told you, everyone in this room has an embarrassing story to tell. Can't fault you for being brave enough to tell us about your most embarrassing moment. Some in this room are too ashamed of being human to admit to any weakness.' I shot a telling look in the direction of the frat boy and the nun of the high order of propriety and Victorian ethics.
'I'd like to hear about your friend's story,' said Elisa. Clever girl. She was deflecting away from Fanny, allowing her to take the spotlight off her own shame.
Fanny looked at me as if to ask permission, and I nodded for her to go ahead.
Oh... If you want to hear it, I'll see if I remember. Mostly I remember just feeling relieved and a little emotional that she would embarrass herself in order to make me feel better about my own... embarrassment. That's my strongest memory of her story, just the soothing feeling. We were on my bed and she was stroking my hair, she's really sweet. And she was right: after she told the story, I realized that it was kind of hilarious, in its way. Well, I guess I feel that way when we talk about the story now, anyway. Still embarrassing to tell that story to strangers, it's not exactly cocktail party material.
So here goes. This is what I remember of what she told me:
My boyfriend and I went downhill skiing. Of course, we had to dress in full winter gear, with a heavy alpine jacket and snowpants. The ski boots are really stiff and hard to walk in if you remove your skis. (She didn't tell me that, it's something you'd know if you've ever been alpine skiing. But I'm just telling you to set the scene.)
So we were up in the mountains, skiing all day. For the better part of the day, we were doing the pistes, and towards the end we walked a bit out of the way and sat down halfway up the mountain to drink some cocoa and relax. Hot chocolate always gets my bladder going. Now, my boyfriend at the time—I'm sure you've met him—he and I have split up. He was a really macho guy. Very hot, a very muscular guy, but I think he was doing some heavy juicing to get there. He was big, but not that big when I met him. And whatever it was he was doing, whether it was simply his personality changing or whether it was an excess of testosterone, he became this very dominating, macho guy. So he dragged me up to the top of the mountain under the pretense that we were going to ski down the hardest piste on this face of the mountain, which was already way too scary to me and I only went along because he'd call me a little bitch if I didn't. I'm an experienced skier, but I don't feel like I need to prove it by racing the fastest I can down the hardest path possible. And by this point I had to pee, as well.
But when we got up there, he'd changed his mind. Or maybe this was his plan all along. He told me we were going off piste, skiing in the powder off the trail. This is exponentially more dangerous than skiing on piste, and much more demanding as well. I was scared to death, but I was too scared to go down the piste alone, so I had to follow him into the powder. And he set off full speed, too, so I had no choice but to speed up as well, afraid I'd get lost halfway up the mountain, unable to get either back up or safely down. I've never been that afraid in my life.
And then, I shit you not—sorry, I didn't mean it like that—halfway down, a freaking avalanche started. I couldn't have known, but it was actually off to the side of us, so we weren't in danger, but I squatted into position to go as fast as possible, convinced I was going to die. And so I was hurtling down the mountain far from any prepared trail, about to lose sight of my boyfriend's back, fully believing I was trying to outrace an avalanche—unlike in James Bond movies, this is impossible—and going so fast if I made one wrong adjustment of my weight, I'd probably break half the bones in my body and then I'd certainly be done for.
We made it down the mountain without breaking anything or being buried by a thousand tons of snow. Miraculously. I had tears in my eyes, I was coughing so hard I was afraid my lungs would fall out, and if not for being out of breath, I would have cursed my boyfriend to hell and back.
You can probably understand why it took me a few minutes to come fully back into reality. I realized the avalanche has passed several hundred meters off to our side. Not considered a safe distance by any means, but it meant we had never been in real danger of getting caught up in it, as long as we followed a straight path down. And then I realized I no longer had to pee. My woolen underpants and my panties under my snowpants were hot and wet. I'd been so afraid I pissed my pants and didn't even realize it. My mind had been so far off my bladder, it had released all on its own. I've never before or after been so scared.
Then there was the drive back home, several hours. I didn't dare tell my boyfriend. I knew how he'd react. I was thinking the relationship was over anyway, but I needed to get home first before I made it official. But after about an hour in the car, the pee had cooled and it was an old car with a faulty heater. It was getting so icky and cold that I had to ask my boyfriend to stop at a gas station.
'Why?' He asked.
'I have to change.'
'Why can't it wait?'
'Because I pissed my fucking pants on the last run when you almost got us killed! Okay?'
He didn't take it well. He called me a baby and a bitch and many other things. I started to cry. I told him to go fuck himself and he got so mad he drove off and left me at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, and I had to call my mom and get her to pick me up, sitting there with a plastic bag full of peed clothes for almost two hours. So don't feel bad about pooping your pants, honey. At least you weren't almost killed by an avalanche.
'Man,' said Elisa. 'What a cunt that boyfriend was.'
'Absolutely,' said Fiona.
Fanny seemed to have regained her spirits. 'Yeah, she has a knack for finding those guys, Maya. Unfortunately. After she told that story, I felt like she was the one in need of comforting. I think that was the point.'
'That's what friends do,' I said. 'They lift up those who fall down, they don't step on them and push them further into the mud.'
'Aww,' said Elisa. 'Was that a Disney quote?'
'I don't appreciate your sarcasm.'
She stuck her tongue out. I appreciated her tongue, if not all the words that passed over it.
The candles were burning down, and it was about time everyone headed to bed. The bed arrangements were not four star, exactly. Two bunk beds, that's space for four people. Eight if two people squeezed themselves into each bunk. Still two left to sleep on the hard wooden floor. Oh, well. I was sure I could get something out of that situation.
'I'm going to bed,' I said to Fiona.
'Might as well,' she said.
'I'm so sleepy,' said Fanny. 'But I need to pee first. I really need to pee first.' When she stood up, she stumbled. Poor girl could hardly walk. I stood up and caught her just as she threatened to plant her face on the floor. Being the horny gentleman that I was, I took her arm and steadied her as she stumbled into the night. I was disappointed to see that her crotch appeared to be perfectly dry still, but then again, I had seen and heard about enough accidents for a lifetime tonight, so I guess it was a bit much to ask for even more.
We made our way to the outhouse, and I added a modicum of taste to the scene by remaining outside as she peed—loudly. At this point, she was so drunk I'm not sure she would have cared if I had entered with her, and I was just barely not drunk enough to do so. When she finished up, she stumbled back into my arms, and I walked her inside. We made our way into one of the two, small bedrooms. Elisa and Fiona, perhaps feeling spurned by my saving yet another maiden in distress—or perhaps just not that interested in me—had taken the upper bunk. Which suited me fine, I guess, since that meant I could take the lower bunk with Fanny. We were short on beds, so was there any reason for her not to jump in bed with me? I let her climb in first and then I climbed after. She seemed to tense for a moment, and then she relaxed, and I knew I was in.
I put my arm behind her neck. 'So, are you going to pee the bed tonight?' I whispered. Always whispering to girls, you sly fucker.
'No. Are you?'
'I don't plan on it.'
'I never plan to, either.' |
'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.'
I woke up to find Fanny on top of me, clambering to get past and out of bed. She was whisper-shouting and clearly in a hurry. Unfortunately, in her haste she didn't allow me to move out of the way, so instead she crawled over and fell face first onto the floor, too disoriented to break the fall. Her head audibly bounced off the floor.
'Oh my god, are you okay?' I said. It wasn't far to the ground, but the sound of it had been nasty. I looked down and was rewarded by a sight that eclipsed every joy I'd witnessed thus far in my journey. In the dimness of the room it was hard to see, but I made damn sure to soak in every detail. Her face was buried in the floor. She'd shyly slipped off first her jeans, and then her bra when we went to bed, explaining that 'I just can't get to sleep any other way.' Now I could see the side of her bare breast as her chest was crushed to the floor, while her flat tummy arced upwards, her knees slightly elevating her ass, which was almost thrust in my face as I peered down. She had on cotton panties—which I had always preferred, the kind that accentuates the slight curve of what, to me, is the perfect bottom—and in the crack between her legs, I saw a spot form from a pinprick to a coin to two as the impact of the fall made her begin to wet.
I clambered out of bed myself and attempted to help her to her feet, but she would only get into a sitting position, trying to cover up her face and breasts. I took hold of her face and lifted it into view. Her forehead was a little bumped, and her eyes were red and watery, but otherwise, she appeared to be fine.
'I'm a little dizzy,' she said. Her eyes appeared unfocused, but it was hard to tell in the dark. 'I... need to go outside.' I helped her to her feet. A panicked look shot across her face as she realized how exposed she was. 'No, no, no... Please... I need my clothes.' I handed her a shirt I saw lying around, which may have belonged to either of the girls sleeping peacefully in the upper bunk. She quickly pulled it on. 'My pants, I can't go out like this, what if someone sees me?'
There were jeans on the floor, so I picked up a pair of those as well. Fanny struggled to get them on, but needed to hold herself between her legs to keep from peeing more—pushing the wet cotton into her pussy. I decided to take action. If nothing else exciting happened before we (hopefully) were rescued from our disease-imposed exile, I needed to see this to the end. So I took the pants from her and bunched them up so that she could step into one foot at a time, then pulled them to her waist like a child. She attempted to button them, but yelped and quickly repositioned her hands in her crotch, trying to cover up a pee stain with her hands. I buttoned the pants for her and took her by the arm. I was still in my boxers, which were sporting a hefty boner, and reflected for a moment, now more sober than a few hours earlier and with the beginnings of a headache, that my enjoyment of helpless women was almost pathological. But after all, I'd done nothing to make this situation come about, nothing to deliberately torture someone against their will—I was simply getting enormous enjoyment out of the torture someone else put themselves through, and perhaps more so, by the ability to make it all right once they could bear the torture no más.
I pulled her through the living room, her still frantically massaging her nether regions in a manner far too naughty for me to take, and got her past the squeaky door onto the porch. Then the floodgates burst. 'Neeeeeeeeeej...' Fanny exclaimed. 'Snälla!' I didn't know what it meant—well, I could figure out the first one—but I assumed they were cries of desperation. I looked down to see her crotch rapidly darken and a stream developing down her left thigh, and then she let go of my arm and sat down on the porch, burying her head in her hands. My eyes now adjusted to the darkness, I could see the planks below her jeans butt darken, a pool of pee emerging both between her butt cheeks and from the sides, wetting the lower half of her shirt, her thighs, everything. Man, this girl could piss. All the while, she sat there silently, her hissing and the occasional cry of a songbird heralding the coming morning the only sounds.
'I'll be right back,' I said, giving her what I hoped was a loving touch on the shoulder. I walked inside, put on some pants and a shirt, and rummaged around for a dry towel, but couldn't find one, so I simply headed outside again and decided emotional comfort would have to do.
Fanny still sat in the same spot, except now her face was up from her hands, and she was staring into empty space. 'Don't worry,' I said.
'Don't worry! Fuck you! That's your answer to everything? How can I not...' She yelled, and then realized she'd wake up everyone and alert them to her disgrace, and settled for silently weeping. 'I'm such a baby. I couldn't even manage a night without peeing myself.'
I put my arm around her shoulder. She didn't object, so I used my other arm to wipe the tears off her face, then pressed her head into my shoulder and began stroking her hair. Oh, god. The caretaker fantasy incarnate. It felt so wrong to be sporting a boner in a moment like this, and yet I couldn't do anything about my physiology. I could no more help getting turned on by seeing a girl embarrassed and wet than she could help from being—I assumed—accident prone.
'You're not a baby. Babies are tiny humans that drool and can't speak and crawl on the floor, remember? You are a grown woman who did a little thing. There's nothing wrong with that. Remember the story about my girlfriend—my ex girlfriend—who peed herself in front of everyone at the mall?'
'Uh huh.'
'Would you like to hear what I told her when we got home and got into bed?'
'Uh huh.'
So I whispered some soothing words into Fanny's ear that shall remain between us two as night turned into dawn around us. There was mist in the air, and the light had a mysterious quality to it—like I imagine it inside some troll-infested haunted forest to the North of Sweden. But I barely paid it any mind, preoccupied as I was with the wet girl in front of me. She was shivering, probably uncomfortable in the cooling puddle she had yet to move away from, so I started rubbing her shoulders. Once she had calmed down sufficiently, I felt I had to come clean.
'Full disclosure: I feel naughty for it, but seeing you like this is turning me on.'
Fanny separated herself from me far enough so that we could see each others' faces and chuckled. 'Full disclosure, then: I kind of figured. I've been eyeing your boner all night. I mean—not like that. Only I noticed it, is all.'
'So you don't mind?'
She had a pensive look. 'You did make me feel better. And you never judged me. So I suppose it's a small price to pay.'
Shit. This wasn't at all what I wanted to hear. I let go of her, and to my surprise she seemed disappointed. 'I don't want you to feel obligated. If you want to be left alone, I'll leave you alone. I'm not really a nice guy. I mean, not the kind who pretends to be nice to girls just because he secretly hopes somehow it'll get him laid. Fuck that. I got my boner proudly on display, but if you think the kindness came from my dick and not from my heart, I'm out of here.'
Fanny looked hurt. 'You're mean,' she said.
'Yes, that's who I am. Are you going to cry again? Because I really don't want you to be sad. I mean that.' And then, a smirk: 'But I also have a raging boner.'
'I... just want to feel good,' she said.
I put my hands under her armpits, and once she didn't object, I helped her sit on my lap, felt my own pants get wet from her still soaking jeans. 'I can make that happen,' I said.
'I'm such a little girl,' she said.
'A naughty little girl.'
'A naughty little girl,' she agreed.
'But if you're my naughty little girl, I'm going to make sure you're not sad.'
'I only just met you,' she said.
'True. And the world only just ended. And you're only just now on my lap.'
I played with her hair. Then I tightened my grip and drew her head back a little. Her breathing grew deeper. I put my other hand on her chest and felt her heart beating harder. Cupped her breast, gauging the reaction. She moaned. 'Would you like some help getting cleaned up?'
'Yes.'
'Then you wait here a minute, and I'll just go get something real quick.'
'But it's cold out here,' Fanny complained.
'Don't be a pouty little girl. Turn that frown upside down.' I leaned forward, tilted her head back, and kissed her. Held it, opened my mouth, held it again. She made a purr of the kind that is perhaps my favorite sound in the world—aside from the hiss of piss through denim. I lifted her off me and ran inside to get some supplies.
Then I lead her to the back of the outhouse, where I lowered her pissy pants and her panties and cleaned her up so properly she was biting into my neck to keep from screaming.
Once inside—after she obliged me with a pirouette so I could once more admire the sight of her accident—and in bed, entangled naked under a thin blanket, she said: 'I was never the girl who always made it to the bathroom.'
'I figured.'
'I mean, my parents would never trust me on car trips. Did you remember to go, Fanny? It was embarrassing. I was fifteen.'
'Have you ever worn diapers?'
'Not since I was, like, really young. Maybe eight.'
'Eight isn't so young for diapers.'
She punched my arm.
'We should make that happen.'
Fanny murmured.
'You know what? Let's go on an adventure tomorrow. Would you like that?'
'I would.' |
'What the fuck?'
I was woken up by Elisa, stood beside our bunk, holding a pair of very wet, stinking jeans. The same ones I had buttoned Fanny into, Fanny who was still asleep beside me.
'Someone pissed my pants!'
I didn't know what to say. I'd dressed a desperate girl in another girl's clothes, and she'd had an accident in them, and we were ensconced in a little shack hiding out from a deadly virus. This situation does not occur more than once in a man's life.
'You did, silly!' I was saved from above. Fiona, in the bunk above, had woken up. 'You must have wet yourself last night. I'm... pretty sure I remember you peed yourself.'
Elisa looked at me, dumbfounded. 'But I have two pairs of wet clothes.'
'You were drunk,' I offered.
She blushed. I felt bad for her, I really did, but I felt worse for Fanny. I sensed that out of the two girls, Elisa would take the news of a drunken accident, another drunken accident, better.
'I've got a pair of wet panties myself,' Fiona offered. 'I'm more than a little embarrassed. But it happens. Let's just get over it. It's all that little prick's fault, anyway,' she said, jumping off the bunk and gesturing at me. 'If he hadn't started talking about bathroom accidents, none of this would have happened.'
I was caught red-handed. So I did what one does. I fucking owned it. I went all in. You ever hear of The Naked Man? Barney's move from How I Met Your Mother. Surprise your date with nakedness and hope it goes well. Either she tells you to get the fuck out, you creep, or you receive sex. Shock and awe, it's called. Well, I wasn't about to whip out my dick literally, but I did go with a metaphorical all-in.
'And you liked it. You fucking loved it, Fiona. It got you hot and bothered.'
As predicted, she was shocked. She blushed, not knowing what to say. Elisa dropped her pee-soaked jeans and looked on in disbelief. This was the moment of truth. Either they were all going to label me a creep and chase me straight into HRIV and an early grave, or this adventure was going to turn even more interesting.
I'm still telling you the story.
Fanny groggily peered out from under the covers. 'What's going on?' she inquired.
Fiona had got her wits back and answered, 'This creep is telling me I get turned on by wetting myself.'
'Well,' Fanny said, sitting up, exposing her breast, subconsciously upping my sex appeal—sorry, that's just how I think sometimes, I've been brainwashed to analyze any interaction with women in terms of is it getting me laid or not, whatever happens—by suggesting that she had indeed jumped into bed with me. 'Well, do you?'
Fanny's face grew crimson.
Elisa sat down on my bed. There really wasn't room for two, let alone three, but she sat down, and I extended a hand to Fiona as well. Reluctantly, she took it, and somehow, we all managed to cuddle and muddle into a bunk fit for one. I could feel three sets of breasts pressing on my chest. Fanny lay her head on my shoulder, all girlfriend-like. I was in heaven. I was in a story. The story of my life had become a sexual fantasy.
'I lied, earlier,' Elisa said. 'About not having had any accidents before.'
'You did?' I said.
'You like naughty girls?'
I nodded.
I was a real naughty girl once. You know, I didn't realize discover masturbation until I was fifteen. But I made up for it in spades. As I grew older, I started getting bolder. Getting off in inappropriate situations became quite the turn-on. I'm a little ashamed to admit it, but I was getting off everywhere. School bathrooms, weekly. But then I grew bolder still.
There was this one day I went shopping with a few friends. I was about seventeen or eighteen and still living at home with my mom. So we spent the morning and early afternoon chatting, window shopping, and regularly stopping by the water fountain. Then, because we'd been good girls and hadn't succumbed to the temptation to spend what little money we had on clothes we couldn't really afford, we celebrated by eating dinner at a nearby restaurant. I'd had some tea at a café earlier, and then we'd been gulping down water, and I had several glasses of wine at dinner.
As we chatted over food, I started noticing two distinct feelings. For one, all that liquid was filling up my bladder and I knew I should stop by the bathroom soon. But more importantly, I was really, really fucking horny. So horny I was even considering excusing myself to the restroom solely to get off. And remember, this was just a day out with my girlfriends, and I'm no lesbian. I wasn't turned on by anything in particular, I was just hormonal I guess. As I swirled my wine glass, all I could think of was my vibrator, of tongues swirling rhytmically down there. I didn't end up going to the bathroom, though. I feared I'd simply be too naughty, and even for me I felt it was a bit too naughty to excuse myself from dinner with friends to go masturbate. Instead, I settled for subtly kneading myself against a table post. We finished dinner, and I still hadn't either peed or come. I said my goodbyes and caught a cab home, by this time quite drunk on both wine and hormones.
In the cab, I realized I really needed to pee. Now my kneading down there was as much to avoid peeing in the cab seat as it was for sexual reasons. By the time we arrived at my doorstep and I had to pay the cabbie, I was having to hold myself, and the moment the guy, he was quite attractive too, a young stud driving a cab for pocketmoney to spend on girls and alcohol and drugs I imagine—but maybe I'm just being judgmental—at the moment he turned around, you know, I had to maintain some propriety and remove my hands from my crotch, and hold on with my spinchter alone. Lemme tell ya, it was pure torture. I could feel a whole day's pee pushing to get out, and I was tensing every muscle in my lower body to hold it in. Finally, I managed to find some cash in my purse and threw it at the cabbie and got out.
As the story progressed, everyone was getting progressively closer. By the time Elisa was approaching the climax of her story, I had six breasts pushing against me, I had slender legs around mine, I had three girls practically jumping my bones. Regrettably, this story does not end with a four-way orgy. But to be fair, Elisa's story was pretty damn fucking sexy.
I ran for my front door, only thinking of the bathroom, my horniness momentarily forgotten. But then I had to stand there in front of the locked door looking for the key in my purse, it had to be there somewhere, I had no idea if my mom was home or not and I really didn't want her to see me in this state. I was jumping from foot to foot, crossing my legs, stopping my search for the key to squeeze my crotch, pee-pee dancing like a little girl on my front step. Finally I found the key and got inside. Didn't even remove my shoes, which we always did in my house, that's how I was brought up. I was wearing a dress, but thankfully no high heels, since we'd been walking all day I'd been a bit more sensible in my choice of footwear.
To get to be bathroom, however, I had to pass the door to the living room. The hall was dark, but I could see and hear the TV on in the living room. Regretfully, I peered inside to see my mom sitting on the couch watching, well, let's just say, it wasn't porn, but it was pretty close. It was one of those arthouse films—my mom always liked alternative cinema, she was into all those Russian and Japanese and Korean and other weird directors—one of those films that have some deeper meaning to them, supposedly, but still don't shy away from a sex scene or twenty, not trashy like a Hollywood film, but really, really sensual. I guess they know they'll never get wide distribution anyway, so why not show some skin? And my mom, she was never shy about that stuff. She'd sit through a sex scene like it was nothing. It was just part of the film's overall story to her, I guess. But at this point, seeing a girl and a boy slowly undressing each other on the TV, standing there in the doorway, my horniness returned with force.
My mom noticed me in the doorway, and I hurriedly removed my hands from my pants. 'Hey, honey,' she said. 'You're late, but I guess you're grown up now. I'm just watching this film, you really should see it from start to finish, but I'd really enjoy it if you sat with me and just watched the ending. I don't see a lot of you these days.' On the table beside the sofa was an empty bottle of red wine. My mom was possibly drunker than me, and she tended to get both lovey-dovey and philosophical when she got drunk. She wasn't a drunk, mind you, she drank responsibly, but like everyone, sometimes she drank a bit more than perhaps she should have. She wasn't a bad mother by any means. I love hear, I really do. I actually liked it when she got in this mood, because when I was younger, but still too old for it really, she'd take me on her lap if I woke up when she sat there drinking and watching some arthouse film, and she'd stroke my hair and tell me how I was the best thing that ever happened to me, and sometimes I needed to hear that.
But anyway, I was about to piss myself and also about to pop from sexual frustration, so I kind of stumbled or shuffled over to the sofa and sat beside my mom, who draped a blanket over me. She kissed me on the forehead, and then she leaned back and concentrated on the film again. And the boy and girl were still going at it, they had—in arthouse style—spent five minutes of screentime removing one item of clothing, and now he was, well, you get it, he was getting ready to do her. I still to this day have no idea what that film was really about, but I do remember there was a sex scene.
So I sat there with my hands deeply buried under the blanket, in my lap, squirming, clenching my buttocks and sphincter and everything else to hold in my pee. And then I started watching, and I became unbelievably aroused in that way you only ever get when you're nearing the end of puberty and you still haven't had sex. And so I did the naughtiest thing I'd ever done up to that point. Squirming under the blanket—my mother oblivious to my plight, drunk and totally into the movie on another plane—my hand crept under my dress, into my panties, and I started to massage myself down there. Soon, my hand took on a life of its own—I still can't believe I was masturbating right next to my mom, but in my defense I was drunk and hormonal—and I was pleasuring myself to the rhythm of the fucking going on in the movie.
I grabbed a pillow in anticipation of the climax, and when it finally came, my whole body exploded in pleasure, I was positively shaking, and I bit down on the pillow to muffle my scream. I really had never had an orgasm like that before, and it was right beside my mom. The naughtiness added somehow to the sexiness.
But then. I'd forgotten all about my need to pee, and in the moment of climax, all my muscles clenched and released—including those surrounding my bladder. As I was sailing onto cloud nine in ecstastic pleasure, I began peeing myself. And once I got started, there was nothing I could do. In the post-orgasmic bliss, I could only sit there as I felt a whole day's worth of pee soak my panties, gather around my bum, build a puddle in the sofa, warming my ass, warming my pussy, getting all over my fingers, soaking my dress, seeping into the sofa. I could even feel a stream going down one of my legs, trickling down to the floor. I had just orgasmed in front of my mother and then peed myself. The warm feeling, I can admit it now...
Yes! Was I really converting all these pretty ladies to my fetish?
The mixture of post-orgasmia and warm wetness around my bum and pussy was pretty hot, in its way. But more than that, it was incredibly embarrassing. It would have been embarrassing enough if my mom had caught me masturbating right beside her, but now I'd fucking wet myself like a child too.
The movie ended, and my mom turned to me. 'Did you like it?' She asked.
I mumbled something. She gregariously asked me to speak up, tried to get me to engage in a conversation about the film, but I was just sitting there in a cooling pool of piss and getting hotter and hotter in my cheeks as my asscheeks were getting colder and clingier and smellier. However was I going to get out of this conundrum? In my drunken state, I had no idea. There was no way I was getting out of this with my dignity intact. Even if I got away tonight, my mom would surely discover the gigantic pee spot on the sofa tomorrow, and we had no pets I could blame it on.
Tears were forming in my eyes.
Finally, my mom was catching onto the fact that something wasn't aright.
'Honey, what's wrong?'
'I...' I didn't know what to say.
'Did I say something wrong?' My mom was concerned.
'No, no, it's not you... Please, can you just... Can you leave me alone? Please? I don't mean to be rude...'
My mom took hold of my shoulders. 'Elisa, I want you to know that you can tell me anything. I'm supporting you, whatever it is. Come, let's get you to bed and we can talk about whatever's bothering you in the morning.' She gently tried to raise me from the sofa, to release my grip from the protective blanket that was the only thing between me and my accident.
The blanket fell to the floor. In the dark, it was hard to see the pee, most of it was under my bum, hidden by my dress, even if the dress had also gotten wet and there was a little spot on the floor as well. I saw a chance to get away, so I rose quickly, grabbed the blanket and tried to escape.
But my mom saw. 'Elisa!' I turned around, tomato red in the face. 'Elisa, honey, did you have an accident?'
Those are some of the most embarrassing and belittling words you can ever hear as an adolescent or as an adult. Your own mother asking you if you didn't make it to the bathroom in time, with that admixture of concern, motherly love and disappointment in her tone.
I started to cry. She closed the gap between us and surveyed the damage. 'Oh, my. Why didn't you go to the bathroom, Elisa honey? Didn't you notice you had to go? Did you put it off?'
'I'm kinda drunk,' I stammered. It was the best excuse I could come up with.
'Elisa, it's OK for you to have a little wine, but I'm worried for you if you're so drunk you can't tell you're peeing your pants.'
I was full-on crying now. But inwardly, I was also thinking of that moment when I climaxed. My first serious, head-exploding full-body orgasm. And while I was shaking, tears drowning my makeup so my face looked as if through a rainy afternoon café window, I was also sort of aroused by the situation. Or at least enjoying the feeling of someone taking care of me. I just sort of gave up on being grown-up for a moment and allowed my mom to toddler me around.
She cleaned up the sofa as best she could, and then she led me to bed. 'Go to the bathroom right now,' she commanded me. I stripped, took a quick shower, and came out again wrapped in a towel. While in there I couldn't resist directing the showerhead down south, but I couldn't quite reach the heights of my previous climax.
As I came out, my mom put me to bed. She made me sleep on the towel, just in case I had any more accidents, she said, because clearly I was too drunk to be in full possession of my years of potty training. It was all horribly embarrassing, but looking back, so fucking hot too.
I was speechless. I had misjudged Elisa: I'd thought I needed to convert her to the dark side, but it turns out she was naughtier than me even and would rather have to convert me to the evils of masturbating in front of your parents and peeing the couch while coming.
'Well,' said Fiona. 'I don't know what to say about that story.'
'I think it was hot,' said Fanny. 'But it sounds too good to be true. Did it really happen?'
Elisa nodded, but she was also blushing. 'Uhh, well maybe not exactly like that, but the general gist of it. I got drunk, I hadn't peed all day, I masturbated under a blanket next to my mom, and I peed myself when I climaxed. But that story isn't as exciting as the one I told, is it?'
I shook my head. 'Elisa, honey, come here. You're the naughtiest girl I've ever met and I love it.'
We were all jumbled together, and I was still entertaining the possibility of a watersports foursome with myself as the stud in the middle.
But then Fanny stepped in. She leaned over and kissed me deeply on the mouth, and as I reciprocated, the other two women dispersed. Apparently I was a marked man. Fanny was marking her territory, and as if her tongue hadn't been enough, I felt a familiar warmth spread underneath me as she emptied herself onto me.
She was literally wetting on me to mark her territory.
And I was getting a boner.
(Apologies, guys. Things have been going on in my life and I haven't had either the inspiration or the will to write anything. To get this story going again, I'm launching into a wild fantasy that I'm fully aware is entirely unrealistic. But don't worry, I intend to reel it in a bit so it doesn't appear the main character is magically going to sleep with every woman he encounters. Just keep in mind this is really just a vehicle for me to tell the hottest, weirdest, wildest omorashi stories I can think of. I want every variety of the fetish represented. But also, editor's note: I do not intend to suggest incest with the scene above. Nothing of the sort is going on there, we're just talking a horny teenager being naughty and a mom putting her apparently blackout drunk daughter to bed.) |
I promised an update.
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I decided that we might as well do something useful to pass the time, so I suggested we get a group together and explore the surrounding countryside. 'Who wants to come?' I asked our little group over a late breakfast.
'I'm coming,' said Fanny, 'and you don't get a choice in the matter.'
'That's fine.' More than fine. With any luck, no one else would want to come and we could have some fun in the woods. But of course, the last twenty-four hours had been a perfect, dirty hailstorm, and it wasn't going to repeat itself this decade. Phil said he would come, and I was surprised when Pam said she would come as well. I thought I'd seen them go out together the next before. Maybe they'd hit it off? But it would surprise me if Pam got along with anyone. She'd looked at us, and especially me and the dirty stories I told and coaxed out of others, as if we were dirty philistines. She was stuck with us in the apocalypse, but damned if she wasn't going to make her displeasure known.
'Make sure you stay out of any towns you see, and if you meet anyone else, be very, very careful,' said Elisa. I nodded. It was a risk to leave our safe space, but on the other hand, it seemed like a risk not knowing anything about the area surrounding us, either. We might need to restock on food, or for all I know, the world would descend into madness, laws would break down when the police forces and politicians started dying down, and a roaming band of bandits would attack us. Nothing would surprise me anymore. Well, maybe it'd surprise me if I somehow managed to befriend Pam. Since we were going to be spending the day together, and possibly weeks or months to come, I thought it prudent to take a stab at it anyway.
'So, Pam, tell me about yourself,' I said. 'I didn't get a chance to speak with you much yesterday.'
'Too busy shagging pretty women, I imagine,' Pam said, but Fanny shot her an icy stare, and she let the matter go. Everyone loves to talk about themselves, and soon, she was telling me her life story. She was in her mid-thirties, but looked more like late twenties. Pam had grown up in the Midlands of England, with a wealthy father who fell on hard times—here it was implied that he leaned too much on the bottle, but I wouldn't pry—when Pam was just entering puberty. She went from getting everything she pointed at to having to count pennies, a change, she said, that ultimately did her good. I wanted to tell her that she'd clearly not put away the snobbish attitude, but I held my tongue. We were strolling leisurely on a wide forest path, and things almost felt like a vacation. Occasionally, Fanny would grab my hand and tug on it, like a jealous little girl. I whispered in her ear that I wanted us all to be friends so we wouldn't start eating each other, and that's why I was giving Pam so much attention. Fanny giggled.
For someone so straight-laced, I would have expected Pam to be the sort of person who knew what she was going to do when she grew up from the moment she left the womb. But she had clearly taken a meandering path through life, studying ecology and pharmacy before finally landing in nursing. But drawing blood and wiping old people's butts didn't suit her, so she ended up getting a degree in accounting and went to work for a private firm. She'd probably spent more time in school than anyone else in our group, and yet she still only held undergraduate degrees. Suddenly, she stopped walking. I looked over and could see that she was getting misty-eyed. 'I'm just thinking about my dog,' she said. 'Who's going to take care of him now? I left him with a friend, and I don't even know if she's still alive.'
'Was it… Uh, what kind of dog do you have?' I said, trying to redirect the conversation to happy memories.
'A corgi,' she said. 'She's very lively.'
'I heard the Queen of England has corgis,' I said.
'You know anything about dogs?' Pam asked.
'Sure. I'm a dog person. Had dogs throughout my childhood. Various hybrids. One was mostly German Shepherd, but he was scared of tiny dogs. One was tiny, a Miniature Pinscher bastard, and would rule the streets. She walked with a swagger like you wouldn't believe.'
We had started walking again and were approaching a clearing. A little stream ran alongside the path, and I bent down to fill my bottle, which I'd already half drained in the heat.
'Hey, careful,' said Phil. 'What if someone sick is, like, lying dead up the creek? Or even just took a whizz in the stream?'
'Don't say things like that!' Fanny yelled. 'I don't wanna think about dead people.'
'I figure it's a safer chance to take when we need to refill water than to travel into a town, and there's no reason why a water reservoir that's plugging into the grid couldn't also be infected. A man has to drink, right?'
'Do you have any dogs now?' Pam asked.
'No, not since I moved out. It's too much responsibility.'
'Look at this guy,' said Fanny, teasing. 'Can't even commit to a dog. What's a woman gotta do to lock you down?'
'You don't have to walk your woman every day and take her outside when she has to go to the bathroom. Most women I know can even feed themselves.'
Pam laughed. It was the first time since I'd met her she'd cracked a smile at anything. I realized that her uptight demeanor might just be a coping mechanism. She was scared, just like the rest of us. Perhaps my dirty stories were just my own particular way of coping. Pam was all right. She just needed to set herself above this, to see herself as being apart from the rest of us, to distance herself from the plague. If she didn't bond with our group of survivors, she wouldn't have to think about being a survivor herself. But being around someone like that is highly unpleasant, and could maybe even become downright dangerous. We needed to be able to work together if we were going to survive, and the first step was being able to stand each other.
'I couldn't help but notice that you were rather disturbed by our stories last night. And I couldn't help but think there's a story behind that.'
Pam blushed. 'No, I just think it's disgusting. I don't need to hear about your toilet habits.'
'That's just the thing.' I am very much interested to hear about yours. She had a nice figure. 'We're going to be living in close quarters, ten people in a little hut, for the foreseeable future. We're going to fart and stink of sweat and generally be dirty together, and I don't mean that in a naughty way. We have to get comfortable with each others' human needs and smells and all the rest of what comes with not being in civilization. I think if we can just admit we're all on the same level, then it's easier to forgive each other for not living up to the standards of polite company. We don't have that luxury anymore. I'm sorry, but that was taken from us by a horrible virus and we'll just have to make do with our lot.' Baby, I'm so smooth, I'm zero friction. I was, of course, mainly interested in hearing about dirty exploits, but I wasn't about to admit that.
Pam didn't have anything to say to that. Phil gave me a nod like, 'Nice speech, bro,' and Fanny sent me a mischievous smile.
'I told you about the time I pooped my bikini,' Fanny said. 'I can't believe I told you about that. What could you possibly have that's worse than that?'
'I told you, I don't have any stories like that.' Pam said. 'I'm sorry that happened to you, but it's not exactly something that happens to everyone.'
'You were a nurse,' I said. 'Surely there were times when you had to work long shifts with no breaks?'
'Oh, god, yes,' Pam said. 'Long hours. Shitty pay. Sure, I had to pee, but I stuck it out. And I don't think my former patients would appreciate it if I told you any embarrassing stories about them.'
'They're not here, we'll never know their real names,' I said.
'It's not terribly exciting stuff. I've changed geriatric patients' diapers. I've changed little girls' wet beds. I've had to carry or support countless people to the bathroom when they were too weak to get there on their own. Unlike all of you, these are sick people, they can't help it. There was nothing they could have possibly done different in order not to be so unfortunate.'
'Surely, spending all that time around human waste, you'd have grown a tolerance?' Phil said.
'No, I've rather had quite enough for one lifetime. Shall we walk on?'
We got going again, and said nothing more of the matter. Instead, we resumed our discussion of dogs and pleasant things. Slowly, the canopy overhead got thicker, until it was as dark around us as a moonless night. Fanny grabbed my hand tight. It was eerie, to be going from bright sunshine to a crypt. It felt as if the dark clouds over humanity had somehow become tangible. We could hear the sound of birds dying down around us, and the few sounds there were, were oddly distorted. Fanny was wearing a sundress and shivering. She had goosebumps on her arms, and I stopped for a moment to rub them. 'Will you little lovebirds get going?' Pam said, a bit up the path (a path which had shrunk to be almost undetectable).
'She's cold!' I yelled. I expected a response, but got none, so I kept rubbing until the goosebumps were gone. I looked up to see Fanny with a bewildered look on her face. Wisps of fog were snaking around the bottom of the tree trunks. I looked further up, but couldn't see Pam and Phil anywhere. We walked up the path, but we hadn't gotten more than a hundred meters before there was nothing left to follow. Only trees as far as we could see, which wasn't far in the darkness. We hadn't brought any lights with us, of course. We hadn't expected to be stuck in the dark. Fanny was shivering again. 'Don't be afraid,' I said. 'We'll just wait here for a bit, and when they realize we're not behind them, they'll come back for us. Then we'll go back. The trail is right here, and if we don't stray from it, we'll find our way back into the sunshine in no time.'
'I kinda have to pee,' Fanny said.
'Then just go. There's nobody around.'
She hiked up her dress and dropped her panties, squatting. I could get a good look at everything, but I don't have much of an interest in nude peeing. When she was done, she didn't bother wiping. I did bring a roll. When her dress fell into place, I took a longing gaze at the hem, then brought my hand to her bare thigh, and traced it upwards. In between her legs, her panties had a small, wet spot. 'Is this from before or after you peed?' I asked.
'After. I didn't wipe.'
'Tell me a story. Let's pass the time. Surely that time when you pooped your bikini wasn't the only time you were unlucky, was it?'
'Nuh-uh,' she said.
'Nuh-uh, what? You don't wanna tell me or there's nothing to tell?'
'No, it wasn't the only time.'
'What happened?'
There's a house on the hill in my home town. It's called the Jönsson house. A family lived there long ago, and the father murdered everyone, or something like that. I don't know if it's true. Maybe it's just a spooky story that kids tell each other. But it looks like a ghost house, alone on a hill, kind of run down two-story house. We used to dare each other to spend the night there, and one time, my friend tried to convince me to go. We were about twelve or thirteen years old. I could tell my parents I was staying over at hers, and she'd tell her parents she was staying with me. I told her there was no way. She called me a chicken. Her name was Anja. So, I said, okay, it's only afternoon. We can go there right now, while it's still light out, but we're out of there before it's dark. She went white as a sheet. I think she'd be banking on the fact that I'd chicken out. But now it was too late. No going back.
We took our flashlights and snuck up there. Sometimes the local police, who don't have much to do anyway, patrol the area to make sure the kids aren't up to no good in that old house. We were both more than a little scared, but neither wanted the other to know. We made our way through the fence, then up the grassy hill. When we stood before the big, white house, I grabbed her hand. She insisted we were too old to be holding hands, and I shot back, 'Well, that's all right with me!' And let go, and she grabbed my hand again.
We knocked on the door, absurdly. No one was home. The door was locked. 'Well, that's that, then,' I said, relieved.
'No, no, we have to go around back and see if there's another way in. How else did Lars and the gang get in that time they spent the night here?' I doubt that Lars and the boys every stepped near that house. As far as I know, me and Anja were the only ones who were ever brave enough. And certainly after we told everyone about our experience, it didn't get any less scary.
We walked around the back of the house, and wouldn't you know, there was an unlocked door. We switched on our flashlights and headed inside, still holding hands. We were in a dark hallway. Cobwebs hung from the corners. We walked on. At the end of the hallway was a door, and it opened into the downstairs living room. It was a large room, filled with dusty old furniture, and we split up to explore different corners of the room. I walked over to one of the corners, shining my flashlight on the wall. Then I saw it: there was a message written in blood on the wall.
'Wow.'
Yeah. I screamed and dropped my flashlight on my toe. Anja ran over to see what was up. I was screaming incoherently about blood on the walls. Anja shined her light on the wall. 'Silly. It's just graffiti.' But by then it was too late. I could feel my panties warming up. I was too afraid to speak. The pee rushed out of me, soaking through my jeans and dripping onto the floor, like blood off a butcher's knife. I was too scared to be embarrassed. I could just stand there, looking at the message on the wall, and when it registered with me what it said, I lost all control over myself. I was crying, and my bladder just let completely go. It ran down the insides of my thighs, warming them, then out the holes of my legs into my sneakers. I could feel my socks get wet. It was awful.
The message read: JAG SER DIG.
I SEE YOU.
'Fanny, are you seriously wetting yourself?' Anja asked.
I couldn't take my eyes off the walls.
I realized that telling a ghost story when we were stuck alone in a dark forest, having lost our friends, was perhaps not the smartest move. I could see that Fanny was scaring herself with her own story. She was shivering again, and I grabbed her shoulders and held her. Then I snuck a hand under her dress again and gave her a rub between her legs. 'Mhmph, stop it,' she moaned.
'It's just some kids messing around with a spray can,' Anja said. 'I can't believe you peed yourself.'
I ran out of the haunted house. Anja followed me at a leisurely pace. 'You're too old to be wetting yourself like some little girl,' she said.
'Oh yeah?' I blinked the tears away. 'I bet you can't spend five minutes in that room alone. I bet you'll be so scared you'll poop yourself!'
Anja shrugged. 'Five minutes is nothing. I'll spend ten minutes, at least. I wanna explore the rest of the house. If you wanna stand out here by yourself in your pissy pants—' they were chafing against my skin, by the way—'then be my guest.' She headed into the house again. I yelled at her not to leave me alone, then I yelled for her to at least pick up my flashlight for me. Then I was alone. Being alone outside the house was almost as scary as being with Anja inside it. I couldn't stop thinking about the message on the wall. Who's watching? Who sees me? I looked up at the house, and in the second floor window, I thought I saw something. I felt another trickle of pee rush into my panties. What was even the point? I thought. I was already soaked. My shoes made squishy noises when I moved. I didn't bother holding back, and felt another five-second spurt escape. It heated up my cooling panties. I looked up again and could see that there was a figure in the window. It was Anja, squeezing her face into the glass and grinning an evil grin.
Then I heard a scream, and Anja appeared at the end of the hallway, running toward me. I'd calmed down somewhat from the fear, and I figured it was just an old house. I wanted to get back at her for making fun of me, so I closed the door and held it shut with my body weight. Anja pounded on the door. 'Please! Let me out! There's someone after me, I swear!' I took pity on her. It was probably a rat or a spider she'd seen, but I let her out. 'Run!' She yelled, and took off down the hill. I ran after her.
At the bottom of the hill, on the other side of the fence, we stood, panting. I looked down and saw that there was a small wet patch between the legs of her capris, too. 'Hah! You wet yourself too!' I said, pointing.
'I did not!'
'I can see it, right there.'
'Well at least I didn't completely piss myself like you.'
'One minute you're making faces and scaring me through the window, and the next you're peeing your pants and screaming bloody murder. You're just as much of a pussy as me.'
'What window? What are you talking about?'
'Upstairs.'
'I never went upstairs.'
I gave her another rub, and she bit down on my other hand. 'You're pretty good at ghost stories,' I said.
'I'm afraid,' she said. We were now enshrouded in fog, and could barely see our hands in front of each other. I tried to yell out to Phil and Pam, but they never responded. |
Now the story of a team of mutant superheroes that fight villains, and the one young superheroine who had no choice but to let her big embarrassing secret out. It's: Elevated Relievement.
Chapter 1: Bless the Rains Down in Africa
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On the western shore of Lake Victoria, on the Uganda side of the border, a young woman was lounging in a little lagoon. She floated in the shallow water, stretched out as if she was reclining in a bed of soft fluffy pillows, with her long, pure white hair billowing on the surface all around. Hair like that would have been remarkable enough by itself, and hers was even more remarkable in contrast with her chocolate-brown skin. Her name was Orola Matthews, and she was trying to relax. But her relaxation was interrupted by a loud splashing sound. She opened her bright blue eyes and looked around. She was still alone, and the sound seemed to be coming from some bushes behind her. A big grin crept across Orola's face and she whispered to herself, "Followed me all the way here, huh, Kurt?"
Careful to make it look casual, the black woman with white hair closed her blue eyes again and slipped beneath the surface, then stood up and stretched her arms over her head. She emerged from the water one luscious, smooth curve at a time, like she was in a commercial for overpriced shampoo. Little streams were flowing down her bare skin as she slowly turned around, making sure to let her large, full breasts sway and jiggle. And just when the scene was about to turn into either a really bad romance novel or an even worse porno, she lunged at the splashing sound, ripped the branches aside and shouted, "Gotch- aah!"
Orola's triumphant cry started as 'gotcha' only to turn into a shout of surprise. Because she wasn't looking at her friend Kurt, the peeping tom she thought she was catching in the act yet again. She was staring right at a gorgeous pair of tits.
"Oh! Ohmygosh! It's you! Ohmygosh it's really you! I can't believe it it's really you!" That was Aquamarine, the owner of the gorgeous pair of tits. She was so excited she was actually bouncing up and down, and her gorgeous tits were bouncing too. The sight of those two huge, perfectly rounded orbs the color of freshly oiled ebony jiggling in her face was making it very difficult for Orola to meet the girl's eyes. Aquamarine was about to introduce herself, but first she had something really important to say. "Ohmygosh I'm sorry I'm just so excited to finally meet you you're totally my idol and my role model and I mean you're totally everyone's idol at school and I just know they're all gonna be so jealous that I actually got to meet Typhoon!" Typhoon was Orola's superhero name. It was the name she usually introduced herself with, at least when she wasn't at school. Aquamarine was Aquamarine's superhero name, and it was the name she always introduced herself with, at least when she remembered to introduce herself. "Oh! I'm Aquamarine. It's really nice to meet you." At about the same time that Aquamarine finally remembered to introduce herself, Orola finally managed to look up.
"I... Oh... Yes, I'm pleased to meet you as well. I hope we make a good team." She also managed to put on a pleasant smile. Aquamarine seemed not to have noticed Orola staring at her gorgeous tits, and Orola certainly wasn't going to mention it first. "I didn't expect to meet you quite so soon." Typhoon had expected to meet her new teammate here, but not for another two hours. She got here early so that she could take a little dip to relax before the mission.
"Oh, yeah, I know I'm a couple hours early. But hey, now we can chat. Come on let's sit down." Aquamarine turned around to wade back to the rocks, and Orola couldn't help but look down again as the girl's gorgeous butt peeked into view above the surface. "I just got here early so I could go skinny dipping," Aquamarine continued, still not noticing what Typhoon was staring at. "I always like to relax before a mission. I guess you must have been skinny dipping too, huh?" It was a perfectly reasonable explanation for why they both happened to be naked at the same time in the same lagoon in a story that wasn't some ridiculously contrived porno. "I heard you through the bushes earlier. Oh, did you hear me too? Is that how come you burst out of the bushes like that?" Still grinning happily, she turned back around and sat down, which caused her boobs to jiggle and bounce again. Oh, and if this narration seems to be paying a little too much attention to boobs, that's only because the characters keep staring at them. Honest.
"Hmm? Oh. Yes, that." Orola tore her eyes away from the gorgeous tits again and went to sit down too. "I actually thought my friend Kurt had followed me here. He has a way of just showing up to talk, you see." Kurt was the superhero Shadowgazer. He was quite fond of 'just showing up to talk' unexpectedly, especially when Typhoon happened to be skinny dipping.
"Followed you all the way here from America?" Aquamarine giggled, which made her boobs jiggle even more. He must have like superspeed or something." Shadowgazer didn't have superspeed, but he could teleport.
"No, no, the only speedster I know is Gary, and I've only met him a few times." Gary was The Smash, a more experienced and established superhero, active since the Golden Age, and a member of the Judgement League. He probably could have gone from Judgement League Headquarters to Lake Victoria in a few minutes, but for Kurt it would only take seconds. "Kurt wouldn't need superspeed to get here, though. He teleports."
"Oh! That explains it, then. Maybe he can visit us after we finish the mission." Kurt would have just loved that, especially if they were in the mood for more skinny dipping. "I hardly ever get to meet Americans. The last time was when..." she trailed off, her dark brown eyes getting wide, then she gasped and covered her gorgeous tits. "Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh I forgot! I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I just forgot. I mean it's just you don't look like an Ameri- I... I mean you look so much like one of... I mean... ohmygosh I'm sorry I just didn't know you were here and then when I saw you I was so excited I didn't even think and I never would have gone skinnydipping if I knew you were right there." Aquamarine knew that Americans had different ideas about nudity, and she knew that Typhoon was American, or at least close enough, but she didn't put the two together until just now.
Orola interrupted the girl's panicked rambling. "It's ok, I don't mind!" She really didn't. Even though Orola was an American now, she grew up in Africa and even lived in a tribal village for a time. Thanks to that, now she was what Americans would call a nudist. That was why Kurt kept showing up while she happened to be skinny dipping. Even when she caught him peeping, she was more likely to invite him into the water than to scold him for it. "I really don't. I was already skinny dipping by myself, after all. Why would I have a problem with you skinny dipping too?" That made Aquamarine feel better. Smiling again, she dropped her hands back into the water, allowing her gorgeous tits to sway freely.
They kept chatting for a while, now without so much exposition. Soon they got down to business.
"You're right, they're really soft. And they're so big but they're hardly sagging at all. How do you-"
Whoops, too soon. But eventually they really did get down to business.
"Oh yeah, I'm totally ready to take this guy on. The Professor says I'm the best fighter at the school. Well except against Trixie since she's a nullifier." Trixie's mutant power was to nullify other mutants' powers on contact. She was the only mutant at the school to ever defeat Aquamarine in a straight up one-on-one match, although Aquamarine had always claimed that fight didn't count. "But a power like hers wouldn't be any good on a mission like this, so that's why they sent me even though I only just officially joined the Team a little while ago."
"Glad to see you're so confident," Typhoon said with a smirk. "Just don't forget we're only supposed to track him down, not fight him all by ourselves."
"Yeah I know. But still, wouldn't everyone be totally impressed if we did? And after all the nasty stuff he's done we'd for sure be the most famous heroes in Africa."
They were talking about 'Mister Bayamtu', the infamous warlord. He had recently started using his mutant powers to raid refugee camps near the Rwanda-Uganda border, abducting boys and making them into child soldiers for his rebel army. According to the news reports, he was planning to set himself up as a dictator and conquer the whole continent. According to his own propaganda, his goal was to "unite" the Hutu refugee population, lead them to victory against the Kagame government and usher in an age of peace and prosperity for the Hutu people. And according to the Professor, he wanted the dictator thing, but he'd probably settle for just carving out a little kingdom to rule.
Now you can tell this isn't the Silver Age, because if it was that whole summary would have been done deadly serious and written as dramatically as possible with every other word in bold. So if you like that sort of thing, just use your imagination.
Anyway, Silver Age or not, it was still up to the Z-Team to stop him. Professor Zyvaygo of the Team's African academy was in charge of the mission, and Professor Zyvere had sent Typhoon from the American academy to help, both because of her African heritage and because she was one of the most experienced members of the Team. Aquamarine was younger and less experienced, but just like she said, she had the best combat power in the African squad.
"Just don't forget that our top priority is the refugees," Typhoon reminded her counterpart firmly. "It's saving civilians that's going to change the way people think about mutants in Africa." They both nodded soberly at that.
With the last of the exposition out of the way our two heroines kept chatting for a little while, then then decided it was time to get started. Orola went back to the other side of the bushes where she'd left her Typhoon outfit and changed into it. When she returned, the now properly costumed Typhoon was unexpectedly introduced to even more of her new partner's impressive anatomy. This time she found herself staring at Aquamarine's gorgeous butt. The girl was taking a long drink from the lake, kneeling at the water's edge with her plump, pert and perfectly round rear end sticking up in the air behind her. Fortunately she had also changed into her costume, or else this would be the kind of scene that couldn't even get printed in a Vertigo oneshot.
That costume was a bright blue bodysuit that covered every inch of her like a second skin. But even wrapped up like that, Aquamarine's beautiful bouncing buttocks presented a breathtaking sight. The way her butt gently jiggled like some lusciously juicy and thoroughly ripened exotic fruit was nearly as mesmerizing as the swaying of her luxuriously curvaceous bare breasts was earlier. And yes, all of this detail really is necessary to properly narrate the scene. Honest. Being slightly less mesmerized this time, Typhoon managed to tear her eyes away from the magnificent sight with slightly less difficulty, doing so just before Aquamarine finished drinking. The younger heroine stood up and turned around, demonstrating in the process that a layer of skintight material did absolutely nothing to impede the mobility of her gorgeous tits. On the contrary, the motion caused them to swing back and forth every bit as freely as they had when completely bare. Even as tight as it was, Aquamarine's costume did not seem to provide her bust with any kind of support (not that her lusciously soft yet firm tits needed any), nor have any effect on its size (in fact, her huge boobs somehow looked even bigger than before). And to top it all off (so to speak), her nipples seemed to be standing at attention more proudly than ever, the little twin points straining hard against the tight material of her suit as if to protest against the very idea of being contained.
Ever observant, Typhoon noticed all of this right away (which is totally why it all had to be narrated), and quickly reached a conclusion. Between those spectacular pokies and the majestic swaying of her voluminous bust, and most of all the deep cleft between her buttocks, all covered in material so form-fitting that depicting them in even moderate detail would strain the limits of any mainstream imprint's censorship policy, there could be no possible doubt that Aquamarine's costume included absolutely no underwear.
"Ok then, let's take off!" Aquamarine suggested eagerly. Typhoon once again snapped her eyes away from the wonderful sight, nodded and smiled. They left the lagoon, found a clearing in the trees and took off. Typhoon floated aloft gently, while Aquamarine shot into the air like a rocket. They quickly reached cruising altitude and flew west together. Typhoon's power over the weather allowed her to fly very easily by creating a highly localized hurricane-force gust for her to ride. Aquamarine, conversely, flew by using her power to form a sheet of water solid enough for her to stand on and riding it like a surfboard. This took quite a bit more effort than Typhoon's method of flight, but she could accelerate more easily, and it tended to be a little more agile in closed spaces. Conveniently enough, both techniques had about the same maximum speed.
Their first destination was an oasis in the wasteland to the west, just across the border with Tanzania. They had information that a small group of Bayamtu's troops were camped there, and hopefully that group would have a clue to Bayamtu's location. They pointed themselves on a course to the oasis, then started chatting again. It took most of the trip for Typhoon to finally mention something plot-relevant. "Has anyone mentioned you look a little like the Sable Surfer when you fly like that?"
"Really?" Aquamarine giggled, "He's mostly only famous in America, right?. I guess it makes sense. There can't be that many heroes who surf when they fly."
"Just him and the Sterling Shooter. He actually used to have 'Surfer' in his name too, but he changed it when they joined the same team because it sounded too similar, and Sable had seniority."
"I don't always surf, though. See?" The plane of water she was riding suddenly curled into a cigar shape, and she bent to grip it between her knees and her hands. "Flying like this takes less concentration, but my neck gets kinda sore if I look straight ahead for too long. I can maneuver a little easier, too. Here, watch this." She leaned over and entered a tight corkscrew, then leveled off and jerked rapidly from side to side as if dodging some kind of projectile, wiggling her butt back and forth as she did so. The vigorous, semi-rhythmic motion set her generously proportioned posterior to such glorious jiggling that Typhoon felt the need to quickly change the subject before she became distracted enough to cause a midair collision. They were still talking when they reached the oasis.
"Oh no, I haven't worn anything like that in years. Pretty much nobody else does either, after what happened to Miss Marvelous."
"Hmm? What do you mean? Did she wear something too risky and cause a scandal or something?"
"You mean you never heard? It was all over the headlines for like months."
"Really? I guess it must have been before I joined the Academy. I didn't really follow American superhero news before then."
"Well ok. You see, we were all at this reception where the Professor was giving a big speech when we got an emergency call. So Cu Sith made a distraction and we all hurried to get into costume and respond. Now this was back when Miss Marvelous was wearing that red and black leotard with the big yellow star on the chest, and I guess when she put it on she just sort of forgot that- Oh! There's the oasis!" Typhoon interrupted her story and pointed to the little dark splotch on the dull tan sand below. "I'll finish the story later. You ready for a fight?" she asked with a grin.
"Always." Aquamarine had been ready for a fight since before they took off. With that, the two of them began descending carefully until they were low enough to make out their targets. Then Typhoon summoned up a little dust storm and Aquamarine dropped out of the sky, landing right in the midst of the guerillas. With a wave of her arms she flung two blades of water in opposite directions, knocking down three of the men while they were still squinting through the billowing dust. Then she wrapped herself in a miniature whirlpool and leaped from one to the next, wrenching their guns away and flinging them to the ground. Some of them got off a burst of shots, which bounced harmlessly off the water that enveloped her. A few bolts of water took care of the rest, and in a matter of moments all the poor mooks were dispatched, their weapons lying twisted and mangled in the dirt.
It was the kind of completely one-sided fight that always seems to show up in a Silver Age origin story, to quickly and easily show off a new character's abilities and establish her as a credible protagonist, as well as provide some action in what might otherwise be a really talky issue. Some things don't have to change, after all.
Once the fallen villains were restrained, Typhoon went to search the guerillas' convoy for a clue that would point them toward the boss while Aquamarine called headquarters to check in. After that she went down the little slope to the oasis for another drink. A few minutes later Typhoon returned, just a bit too late to witness her partner's rear end wiggling merrily, but instead she got an even better show as the girl turned around and started back up the slope. Typhoon could only stand and stare, rendered completely speechless by the incredible, impossible sight before her: Aquamarine's gorgeous tits had somehow grown even bigger. They were just as round and with every step they bounced just as freely as before, but they had more than doubled in size, going from huge to absolutely gigantic, and each one was now bigger than her head. Yet they showed no sign of sagging whatsoever, as if gravity itself was reluctant to interfere with the buoyancy of a bust so glorious that it could only be properly described as "breast perfection".
And so, having singlehandedly pushed this narration to exceed the limits of publication standards, Aquamarine bounced up and announced, as proud and perky as ever, "Ok! I'm ready to go. Did you find any- Hmm? What's the matter?" Belatedly she noticed her teammate's expression of open-mouthed shock, followed shortly by the direction of her stare, and asked "Oh, these?" She then indicated her boobs by giving them a quick squeeze, her fingers sinking deep into the supremely soft globes. "Yeah I guess I didn't tell you before, did I?" the giggle that punctuated this set her chest to jiggling like a pair of beach balls in the hands of hyperactive toddlers. "I was planning to, but it just never came up. See I had a nice big drink just now, since we're going after the main target. I mean I know we're not planning to fight him by ourselves or anything, but it's always best to be prepared, and I didn't know if I'd have another chance to reload after this. Oh, by reload I mean fill up. With water that is. My powers need lots of water, and of course I can't always count on having a nice convenient lake to use, so I learned to carry around plenty of water with me. And as you can see, these are pretty much the best place to store it all," she said with a grin, gently cupping her breasts again. "I can explain some more when we get going. Did you find a clue about where we should go next?"
At the direct question, Typhoon at last came to her senses and replied that, yes, she had found a map marked with today's date and what looked like a meeting point. With luck it would lead them right to their main target. So the two of them flew away, and once they were up in the air again Aquamarine continued her explanation. Her powers worked on all forms of water, so she'd long ago learned to use the water in her own body, first as a defense that could deflect or absorb the impact of any physical attack, then slowly developing into a short ranged offense to complement the blades and streams and whirlpools like those she'd used in today's expository fight. Then to further enhance her defensive abilities, she'd upgraded her suit with a specialized material that allowed water to soak into it almost instantly, so that she could form her superpowered armor in a matter of moments. But all these powers required water, and to make sure she wasn't restricted to fighting near rivers and lakes, Aquamarine had learned to keep plenty of 'ammunition' available by storing highly compressed water in her body. After years of training, she could drink gallons at once and carry all of it around until she needed it. It was through this technique of carrying around her own personal water reserves that Aquamarine had surpassed all her fellow students in sheer fighting ability, and even given that showoff Trixie a run for her money. Needless to say, Aquamarine kept the vast majority of her ammunition supply in her oversized tits. Under normal circumstances, the two voluminous 'reservoirs' on her chest could easily store several gallons without growing too much. And if she let her boobs expand even more (which made them a little unwieldy, but not enough to interfere with combat, naturally), the sheer volume of water available meant Aquamarine's powers could match those of any member of the Z-team, even in the middle of a desert. The only real downside was the additional effort it took to keep all that water compressed enough to fit and suspended enough that her inflated breasts didn't droop or give her backaches. Thus, Typhoon was forced to amend her earlier assessment of her new partner's costume; specifically, the reason why Aquamarine's gorgeous tits required no physical support. Those tits weren't merely firm: thanks to her powers they were absolutely weightless.
Of course, there was one other side effect which Aquamarine did not mention to her teammate, and just now it was beginning to make her a bit uncomfortable. She did her best not to let her discomfort show as they flew along, chatting away just like before, but the situation kept getting worse, and before long the young heroine was so distracted that her half of the conversation was reduced to monosyllabic agreements. Typhoon, quite naturally, asked her partner if something was wrong. "Is something wrong?" she asked.
It was, but Aquamarine wasn't about to admit it. "Hmm? Oh, um, it's nothing. I'm uh, just trying to concentrate on searching." They were now approaching the point indicated on the map, and both of them were watching the ground below for signs of their villainous target. That's what she was trying to concentrate on at least, but just now she was having a hard time concentrating at all.
The reason for that was simple: Aquamarine really had to pee. As she'd explained earlier, her 'internal reservoir technique', so named by some of her fellow heroes during a brief period when naming all your moves was in fashion, involved drinking a large volume of water, compressing it to a fraction of that volume, and storing it in her own body for later use. And in order to keep this water pure enough for her powers to manipulate, she also needed to keep her 'ammunition' segregated (so to speak) so that it didn't mix together with the rest of the water in her body. Unfortunately however, her 'reservoirs' always seemed to be just a little bit 'leaky', allowing a tiny fraction of their volume to gradually escape into her system. Although it was never enough to put a dent in her ammunition reserves, that slow yet steady leakage was the source of Aquamarine's current discomfort. Because sooner or later, all the water that trickled out of her boobs inevitably trickled into her bladder.
It had been going on all day, ever since she filled her internal reservoirs with that nice long drink from Lake Victoria. In fact, by the time they reached the oasis her bladder had grown quite full indeed, prompting her to make a mental note that she should find somewhere to relieve herself as soon as they landed. But then she'd fought those mooks, and between the adrenaline of the fight and the excitement of victory and her eagerness to start hunting for the real supervillain, the poor girl completely failed to notice the gentle, uncomfortable pulsing feeling of pressure in her lower regions. And they left so soon that the earlier vague thoughts of finding relief completely slipped her mind until they were already flying away, and then it was too late.
So now here she was, soaring high above the vast and empty landscape, alongside the famous Typhoon, with a very, very, very full bladder. She knew perfectly well that her needlessly deep drink from the oasis was to blame at least as much as her carelessness in neglecting to empty her bladder when she had the chance. It would have been safer to merely drink enough to refill the water she expended in the fight, but she was so eager to impress Typhoon that she'd impulsively decided to completely fill her storage capacity, letting her boobs grow as big as she'd ever dared. Seeing the famous heroine's expression of awe and wonder and getting a chance to explain her innovative technique had been gratifying, of course, but now she had to pay the price. Because with such a tremendous volume of water crammed into her massively inflated boobs, even the tiny fraction of that volume that slowly leaked out was enough to fill her bladder right up in practically no time at all.
So, with her bladder now beyond "full" and well on the way to "overflowing", she knew rationally that she should descend to the ground and find someplace to relieve herself right away, but she just couldn't bear the thought. Admitting to anyone how extremely desperate she was to pee would have been embarrassing enough, but admitting it to her idol Typhoon, and at the same time admitting how careless she'd been, and admitting that her own superpowers were partly to blame was simply too embarrassing to even contemplate. Caught between the unbearable humiliation of letting her secret out and the undeniable needs of her own body, Aquamarine soon found herself forced to take a third option, so to speak.
It was only a temporary solution, but she was already beginning to quiver under the strain of holding on. She wasn't ready to let her big embarrassing secret out, and she had to do something before her poor overfilled bladder let it out anyway in the form of a big embarrassing accident! So, careful to make sure that Typhoon didn't notice what she was doing, Aquamarine placed one hand on the sizable bulge in her abdomen, and with a mighty surge of effort she focused as much power as she could through that hand and into the bulge. Ever so slowly the agonizing pressure within her bladder lessened, until it was only a dull, throbbing ache. No longer in immediate danger of losing control, Aquamarine breathed a little sigh of relief. She was using her power to compress the contents of her bladder, just as she was already using it to compress the water contained in her massively inflated breasts. Unfortunately, since pee was only mostly water, it was much more difficult to manipulate, requiring far more effort for less results. Compressing her pee enough to bring the pressure down to tolerable levels was already taking nearly all of her concentration, and it was only going to get worse. With pee still trickling steadily into her already bursting bladder, maintaining the current balance of compression and control would soon require more effort than she could sustain. Her powers had bought her a little more time, but if she was going to escape this predicament with her dignity intact, she knew she had to find somewhere to relieve herself right away.
Aquamarine was struggling to think of a way to get down to the ground without admitting why she needed to when she got an unexpected reprieve. Typhoon announced that they had reached the meeting point and suggested that they hover here for a while, watching and waiting for their target to appear. Nodding a quick agreement, Aquamarine gratefully sat down on her water-surfboard with her legs tightly crossed (which helped her squeeze her aching crotch a bit tighter) and her hands folded in her lap (which helped her compress her pee a bit more easily). Between that position and not having to focus on flying, which left her with a bit more concentration to spare for applying her superpowers to her lower anatomy, she felt she could hold on long enough to come up with a plan to get her out of this predicament with her secret and her dignity intact. She was considering the idea of pretending to see something and swooping to the ground to check it out, but before she could figure out a way to keep Typhoon from swooping down as well, her thoughts were interrupted.
"There! There they are." Typhoon cried out, pointing at a patch of dirt almost directly beneath them. Peering down, Aquamarine thought she could make out what looked like a dust cloud moving to the north, and the distinctive 'ripple' that always seemed to accompany invisibility effects. That seemed to be some kind of convention of the genre or something. It had to be Bayamtu inside that cloud, using his powers to hide a sizable force . "It looks like he's headed for the refugee camps. The others will never get out here in time. Come on, looks like it's up to us after all." Aquamarine reached the same conclusion a moment later. If the supervillain was headed for the refugee camps, there was nobody else who could get here in time to stop him from wreaking havoc and disappearing before the Team arrived. It was all up to Aquamarine and Typhoon to stop the villain and protect the innocent refugees, perfectly in keeping with yet another genre convention.
Typhoon was already gathering the winds that would carry her to the ground to swoop down upon their unsuspecting enemies, and without thinking Aquamarine jumped to her feet and grabbed the board she was standing on, ready to soar down alongside her partner. But as soon as she did, she felt a mighty lurch from downstairs, then a sudden squirt and the awful sensation of spreading wetness. Her eyes going wide, she gasped in horror and let out a loud and mournful cry of, "Oh no!"
Hearing this, Typhoon looked back and asked, "What's wrong? Did you-" only to fall silent at the sight. Aquamarine was doubled over, squeezing her legs together as hard as she could, with her hands jammed into her crotch, as a dark wet blotch spread rapidly across the bright blue fabric. Thanks to the costume's special material, even the little squirt that had just escaped was enough to form a patch of wetness that stretched from her thighs to her bellybutton. And the squirt that just came out was nothing compared to the flood that was just about to. Aquamarine's momentary lapse of concentration and the resulting surge of pressure had finally overwhelmed her overfilled, overstrained bladder, and despite all her effort she could feel her control rapidly slipping away. Another squirt came out, then another. Immobilized by utter humiliation, she squeezed her eyes shut and began to sob as her pee compression faltered and failed, and her poor exhausted bladder completely let go.
A tremendous torrent burst from between her tightly clenched thighs, soaking her costume in an instant all the way down to her knees. The material gradually swelled and puffed up like an inflating balloon as it absorbed the massive wave of pee, until Aquamarine looked like she was wearing the bottom half of a blue spacesuit, and she felt like she was wading hip-deep in a warm bathtub. The flood continued, gathering strength as the last remnants of Aquamarine's bladder control collapsed, and in a matter of moments the fabric of Aquamarine's costume had soaked up all it could hold. Then, as she squatted helplessly tiny golden droplets began seep through, blossoming all over her legs like some kind of unworldly dew. The sight was as bizarre as it was spectacular, as if the young heroine had turned into a miniature raincloud and was sprinkling the ground below with a gentle drizzling shower.
But it was not the only one. As Aquamarine's golden droplets of pee fell through the air, they were mingling with normal drops of plain water from another light rainshower. Typhoon, seeing her young partner in the unmistakable throes of completely and uncontrollably wetting herself, had reacted quickly, conjuring a sudden burst of rain around them both to camouflage Aquamarine's massive airborne accident. With any luck, nobody who saw the sudden shower over eastern Africa that day would ever be able to guess that part of it was spilling from a foolish young heroine who'd carelessly had far too much to drink, tried to hold it far too long and ended up helplessly relieving herself in a gigantic accident in the middle of the wide open sky.
The rain continued to fall as Aquamarine's bladder at last emptied itself, and she used a gentle burst of water to wash the excess pee out of her costume. Then, with a miserable expression, she looked up at Typhoon, who was still hovering by her side. The other heroine stared back, her face blank and her eyes glowing white with the power she was channeling into the rain. "We can talk about that later," she said in a firm and gently scolding tone. "It looks like you didn't give away our position, so right now we've still got a supervillain to fight. Are you ready?"
Filled with courage by the sight of those glowing white eyes, Aquamarine gave a firm nod and together they leapt into action.
Interlude: Friendship and Sequel Hooks
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"Alright, so like I said she had to get changed in a hurry because we were at that reception thing when the call came in."
"Uh-huh."
"And like I said she must have just forgot she was wearing them, or maybe she thought it wasn't a big deal or that she could get away with it or something. And she probably would have got away with it too because all through the fight nobody even noticed anything, except that afterwards when the police showed up to sort everything out there were all these reporters with them, and they all started taking pictures at once and all of a sudden it was completely obvious."
"Obvious? What was?"
"Her panties! Like I said she must have forgot she was wearing them because they were huge and lacy and pure white, and as soon as all those flashbulbs hit they might as well have been glow-in-the-dark or something. The pictures were all over the place for weeks after that, with headlines like 'such a Marvelous VPL' and even worse stuff."
"Oh geez, she must have been so embarrassed."
"Well she tried to act like it was no big deal but everyone knew better. Anyway, after that pretty much every heroine on the team stopped wearing underwear. I was never really a fan of it anyway, but I tried wearing a g-string a few times, but never under my costume. Oh, and Lyconitum says she went back to wearing her usual briefs after like a week. But for her it's fine because she doesn't have a tight costume or anything like the rest of us."
With the story finished and that narrative loose end tied up nicely, Aquamarine and Typhoon went back to chatting and giggling happily. They were at Lake Victoria again, relaxing after their offscreen victory with another nice little dip. They chatted for a while longer, but it was a while before the conversation became plot-relevant.
"I used to wonder why Lyconitum wore normal clothes instead of a costume, until that time we all got teleported to Genosha. See, the teleportation didn't affect clothes, so- oops, better hold that thought. I've gotta take a little bathroom break." She climbed out of the water and started to walk toward the nearby bushes, then turned back and asked sweetly, "Aren't you coming?"
"Hmm? Oh! I... I don't... I mean I... well, um, I... I guess I could... now that you mention it," Aquamarine sputtered. As a matter of fact, she was quite badly in need of a bathroom break just now, and had been in need of one for some time. As a further matter of fact, she had until just now been trying her best to hide the evidence of her situation. With her bladder already uncomfortably full and growing more uncomfortable by the second, she was quite grateful that Typhoon had brought up the subject first, allowing her to relieve herself without admitting how badly she needed to.
Aquamarine hopped lightly to the shore, with a little splash from the water behind her and a great big bounce from the overinflated water balloons on her chest. Her gigantic gorgeous tits jiggled lusciously with every step she took as the two naked heroines walked side by side over to some convenient nearby bushes. Typhoon reached the bushes first, and without hesitation dropped into a squat and let go, releasing a powerful jet of pee. The bright golden stream flowed from her lower lips in a long, gentle arc to splash upon the bush in front of her and the ground beneath, as if she was holding some kind of miniature garden hose between her legs.
Then Aquamarine came up beside her, squatted, and gave a soft moan of relief as she released the mighty clenching that held back the contents of her overfilled bladder. All at once a tremendous torrent gushed forth, pouring out of her lower lips like a horizontal waterfall, with a sound like that of a raging river heard through a muffled microphone. The sheer power of the flood that issued from between Aquamarine's legs made Typhoon's leak look like just that - the trickle from a leaky faucet. In seconds the low-hanging leaves of the bush in front of her were drenched, and a sizable puddle was beginning to form in the soil about its roots.
"Wow," remarked Typhoon, glancing down at the impressive scene. "Now that's impressive. I mean I knew you had to go pretty bad, but I didn't expect anything like this. If I didn't know better I'd say you must've been holding it all day. I've been holding it since this morning after all, and just look at the difference."
"How... how could you tell?" Aquamarine muttered.
"Hmm?"
"How could you tell I had to go?" this time she turned her head to ask the plaintive question. "I was trying not to be obvious, but if you could tell that easy then I must not be that good at hiding it..."
"Oh, that," Typhoon replied with a giggle and a dismissive wave. "It's the way you crossed your legs, see. It's exactly like what my friend Jubilation does. You know about her, right? The tiny Asian girl? Well if you ask me she must have a tiny bladder to match, because that girl has to go pretty much all the time, and whenever she doesn't want anyone to notice she always crosses her legs in the exact same way."
"Oh... well, Jubilation is a lot more famous than me, so I guess if it works for her it must be good enough to keep most people from noticing."
"You don't need to hide it from me anyway, you know." Typhoon plucked a broad leaf from the bush as she said this and she began to pat herself dry. "I mean after all, we're friends, right?"
Hearing this, Aquamarine's face blossomed into a big grin, and she nodded happily. As the two walked back to the lagoon, she spoke up again. "So um, now that we're friends... my name's Nadia."
"Oh, that's right, I never told you my real name either. I'm Orola." The two heroines reached the lagoon, slipped back into the water and got back to relaxing, and Orola got a mischievous grin. "So Nadia, if you don't mind my asking... today wasn't your first public accident, was it?"
Nadia blushed fiercely at the question (as much as her complexion allowed, that is) and hesitantly answered "Um... well, not exactly. I guess I can tell you about it, since we're friends now." With that, she started to explain all about the side effects of her powers, and all about her previous experiences with wetting accidents. But that's a story for another chapter.
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Hi all. It's been a while since I wrote a watersports story. I've been busy writing horror under my alter ego 'Valentine King'. But I'm back with my latest, revolving round desperation after several requests.In "Desperate For Her," Sarah is too scared to leave her kitchen when a spider appears on the floor, shivering naked on a stool, knowing her best friend will soon arrive to take her to work. Worst of all, she's dying to pee. Over the course of the story her bladder gets closer and closer to bursting whilst all the time she has to control her burgeoning lesbian feelings for her best friend, climaxing in a very wet finish!
If you like the first chapter, check out the rest here. Love to you all!
Luna
x Chapter 1- Too Scared To GoSarah had been in the kitchen for an hour and her bladder was close to bursting. She had felt so different when she'd first climbed out of the bed that morning. Humming happily, she'd been enjoying the beautifully sunny morning as she skipped naked downstairs and into the kitchen, switching on the kettle as she glanced out of the window. The garden was just starting to come to life, winter was fading away and the flowers were in bloom. All was right with the world.
She turned away for a moment to reach into the breadbin and that was when she saw it, the biggest spider she'd ever seen in her life. It had been crawling silently along the freshly mopped tiles but as Sarah began to scream, it froze almost as if it heard her. Staying quite still, it seemed to look up at her as she acrobatically leapt onto the nearest stool, breasts wobbling as she balanced precariously and trying to control her pounding heart.
Fantastic, she thought to herself, now what? The minute hand on the clock began to sweep round as Sarah and the spider remained as still as statues. Ten minutes passed but the spider just stayed there, not moving. Sarah was feeling woozy, fear racing through her as she stood on tiptoes, wishing she was brave enough to just step down and stomp on it. Even the thought of getting any closer to it sent another shudder of fear through her. She only had an hour before she was due at work and if she was late again there'd be hell to pay. As more time passed, Sarah felt her bladder becoming uncomfortably full and she began to squirm on top of the stool, never taking her eyes off the spider for fear it might leap towards her.
Her normal routine had gone completely to pot. It was always kettle on, into bathroom, pee, teeth clean, wash, back to kitchen for tea and toast and then wash up before shower and then hair dry and make up done ready for Jenny's knock on the door and then car pool to work. Now she was already behind. She could maybe get away without a shower but her stomach was rumbling with hunger even as her bladder kept reminding her she hadn't been to the toilet yet this morning.
Sarah wished she didn't have such a strong phobia of spiders but wishing didn't make it go away. Might as well wish there was a toilet on this stool, she thought as a jolt of pain hit her and she shuddered again. She lowered her tiptoes as her ankles and calves could last no longer. Her bare knees were rubbing together as she clamped her hands between her legs, glancing at the clock again to see Jenny was due any minute.
Holding her breath, she tried to climb down from the stool, not wanting to risk Jenny seeing her naked. As she put one foot on the floor, the spider moved an inch towards her and with a gasp she leapt back up, shivering in terror at the thought of it coming any closer. Luckily it stopped again, leaving her sweating and panting for breath, her chest heaving as she fought to control her bladder, squeezing the muscles in between her legs as a squirt of pee threatened to push its way out of her.
She jumped when there was a knock on the door. She held her breath, hoping Jenny would go away, not see her like this. There was another knock and Sarah thought hard, trying to remember whether she'd locked the door before bed last night.
"Sarah? Are you in?" came Jenny's voice through the letterbox. "What are you doing? I can see your legs!"
"Don't come in!" Sarah shouted but it was too late. Leaning down, she could see through the hall to the opening door as Jenny pushed it open and stepped inside. She looked up and caught sight of Sarah, standing totally naked on top of her kitchen stool, coated in sweat, her hair a mess and her eyes wide with a mix of panic and embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry," Sarah said. "I..." She stopped there, not sure what she could possibly say to explain herself.
Jenny looked her up and down, taking in the swell of her breasts, one arm crossing the chest so at least her nipples were hidden. She was impressed by Sarah's taut flat stomach but confused by the sight of the hand clamped between her thighs. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Is it casual day at work today? Am I a bit too overdressed?"
She smiled and that helped break the tension. "I'm such an idiot," Sarah said. "There's a spider and I hate them and...and..." She realised she was talking to fast but Jenny made a calming gesture with her outstretched hands.
"It's okay. Where is it? Oh I see it." Jenny grabbed an empty glass from the counter top and placed it gently over the spider, which suddenly seemed much smaller now it was safely contained. Sarah didn't get down until it was safely dumped out of the kitchen window. Jenny took her hand and helped her from the stool, looking down at her body for just a little too long before meeting Sarah's gaze. The two of them stood there looking at each other for a moment, neither of them saying anything, a tension in the air that had never existed between them before.
"We better get going," Jenny said at last. "Or we'll be late."
"I...err..." Sarah cleared her throat. "I'll just go get dressed. Won't be a second."
"Make it quick," Jenny shouted after her as Sarah dashed up the stairs. Jenny found herself watching Sarah's pert bottom as she took the steps two at a time, flashing hints of her smooth pussy as she reached the landing and disappeared into her bedroom. "We're going to be late!"
Sarah stood in her bedroom, wriggling on the spot as she pulled on her business suit. She brushed the creases from her pencil skirt and then buttoned her charcoal jacket. She was still running the brush through her hair as she descended the stairs.
"Can we never talk about this?" she asked as they left the house and climbed into Jenny's car. "And get there quick."
"Why?" Jenny asked as she set off and joined the traffic heading into the city.
"Because I'm bursting for a pee!"
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Thanks for all your lovely comments and huge thanks to anyone who bought the whole ebook from Amazon. Here's chapter 2 for you all and if anyone is wonderfully nice enough to post a review of the story on the Amazon book page I'll upload the next chapter to say thanks and even better, I'll gladly send the reviewer a free watersports story just for them! Anyway, enough of promoting and on with the story!
Chapter 2 - No Relief at WorkJenny turned to look at her. "Why didn't you go before we left you idiot?"
"You said we'd be late. I can't be late again. I'm in their bad books enough as it is."
Sarah felt torn between two impossible decisions. They were likely to get there on time but she might wet herself before they get there. If she'd relieved herself at home, there was a high probability she'd be unemployed by lunchtime.
Jenny switched the radio on and began singing along as they negotiated one traffic light after another. Sarah wasn't enjoying the journey at all, she wanted to lift her skirt and stick her hand between her legs as she had in the kitchen. Having humiliated herself enough in front of her friend, she resisted, instead sitting on her hands and rocking slightly in her chair, wincing as the seat belt dug into her in just the wrong place. Her bladder felt fuller than ever, pressing against the waistband of her tight skirt and threatening to overflow any moment.
She tried jiggling her legs up and down, her feet tapping on the foot well but by the time they pulled into the car park, she felt close to bursting. She knew she couldn't last much longer, her whole body seemed to be aching with her desire to urinate.
She leapt out of the car and ran for the door, leaving Jenny behind in her rush to get to the toilet as fast as possible. She swung through the revolving door and nodded to Clare on reception, not stopping until she reached the door to the ladies. She was about to walk in when she heard her name being shouted.
"Sarah, we've been waiting for you. Come on!"
Sarah turned. Alan was standing there, arms folded. Next to him were three Japanese businessmen with briefcases and unsmiling faces. Sarah swore to herself, she'd forgotten about the morning briefing. She was meant to be presenting to these three, convincing them to invest here and not with their rivals.
Trying to ignore the pressure inside her she walked over and bowed to the three men before following them up the stairs to the conference room. As she reached the top of the steps she gasped, feeling a trickle of pee force its way out of her and soak into her panties. She clenched everything she could and hoped it wouldn't show through her skirt as the men took their seats and she shuffled to the front of the room, standing by the flipchart.
The original plan had been to use the projector for this presentation but a rumour had gone round that these guys preferred flipcharts so this one had been dusted off just for today. As Sarah began to run through the figures, she glanced from one person to the next, wondering if they could tell how desperate she was to pee.
Cursing her lack of makeup and messy hair, Sarah tried to concentrate on the presentation, feeling the warm wetness between her legs as another trickle of pee fell out of her, making her drop her marker pen with shock. She leaned down for it, gasping with shame as a spurt of pee gushed out of her, running out of the side of her panties and trickling down her thigh.
She clamped her legs together as she stood back up, hoping they wouldn't be able to see or smell what was happening. Somehow she got to the end of the presentation and the men left with Alan, closing the door behind them and leaving Sarah to collapse into a chair, her head in her hands.
She thought fast. To get downstairs to the toilet might take more out of her than she had left, she was so desperate it was going to come out any moment. There was a knock on the door and then Jenny stuck her head in.
"How did it go?"
"Come in and shut the door, quick!"
Jenny came in, closing the door and lowering the blinds before turning to face Sarah. "What is it? What's the matter?"
"Oh god Jenny, I'm about to wet myself. What do I do?"
Jenny blinked in shock for a minute than frowned as she thought. "You still haven't been?"
"I didn't have time. My panties are soaked but I daren't get up in case it all comes out. I'm so desperate Jenny, help me!"
Jenny looked round the room, then spotted the bin in the corner. She grabbed it and emptied the contents onto the floor. "Here, use this."
"You're kidding. I can't pee in a bin?"
"Do you have a choice? I'll lock the door, you'll be fine."
Sarah looked down at the metal bin, wondering if she could do this, especially with someone else in the room. Her bladder told her she had seconds left to make her mind up, so trying to ignore Sarah's presence as she lifted her skirt to her waist and pulled her soaking wet panties down, kicking them off her ankles before squatting over the bin, her knees spread wide as she sighed, her cheeks burning red as she relaxed her bladder.
A few drops of pee squeezed out of her and ran down her labia before dripping down into the bin. She pushed her muscles and a squirt of pee sprayed out, coating her thighs and the carpet before strengthening into a strong flow of yellow urine. The sound of loud hissing filled the air just as a knock came on the door behind her.
The flow stopped as if cut off by a tap. Sarah jumped to her feet in shock, pushing her skirt back into place, kicking her panties out of sight under the table as Jenny unlocked the door.
Alan was standing in the doorway and glared at the two of them. "Not interrupting anything am I?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Sarah, can I see you in my office please?"
Hope you all liked chapter 2!
Love Luna
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Vanessa adjusted her tight white blouse to make sure just the right amount of cleavage was exposed. A hint of her lacy red bra peeked back at her in the rear-view mirror. She was an absolute knockout and she knew it. Men turned heads to admire her curvy Filipino body everywhere she went. She loved the attention- it was part of the reason she had become a dentist. Innocently rubbing her 36D breasts against the heads of horny teen boys or bending over at just the right angle as she worked was her favorite perk about her job. She loved nothing more than seeing men try to suppress their erections from her view while being helplessly stuck in the dentist's chair.
The 5'9 brunette had just started out as a dental assistant as she gained experience to work as a dentist. With brains to match her stunning looks, she had secured more than her share of interviews as a top 10 graduate in her class. She had quickly accepted her first offer after sitting down with the cute young dentist named James; he had just opened his own practice two months ago. She was pleased with the absence of a wedding ring as well as the obvious interest he had in her. More than anything, she loved how he was able to amuse her daily with flirtatious conversation. The sexual tension between the co-workers had been getting ever thicker and Vanessa had not hesitated to wear increasingly revealing attire.
Today was a big day for her. She would be doing a procedure on her own, albeit a simple cleaning. James had told her that he would be locking the door and supervising her via camera. He would only interject if something was going horribly wrong. The reason for the set-up was to make sure Vanessa felt completely alone during the procedure and didn't get tempted to seek help. He had reassured her that she had done this procedure several times without his help and he would be monitoring closely.
As Vanessa walked in, James greeted her with a cup of coffee which she gladly accepted. She was pleased to see his eyes glean her cleavage before inviting her to sit down. Purposefully, she moved to her seat slowly, giving him ample opportunity to admire her ass. James quickly went over the patient's details with her and asked if she had any questions. Vanessa replied that she didn't, gulped down the remaining coffee, and she was on her way to meet the 25 year-old Caucasian female named Nicole.
James locked the door behind Vanessa as she walked in and left her to the cleaning. Nicole was beautiful- a tall, slim blonde with curves in the right places. Vanessa stopped in her tracks, admiring the cute girl waiting in the leather chair.
Gathering herself, Vanessa started with an introduction. "Hi I'm Vanessa. You must be Nicole."
Nicole nodded, her legs bobbing a little in the chair. Vanessa could sense her nervousness, not an unusual feeling at the dentist's office.
"Well, we have a cleaning scheduled today. It will be quick and easy, nothing to be worried about. Let's get started."
As Vanessa put the blue bib over Nicole's tank top, which was tight enough to show off her perky nipples, she once again noticed her trembling legs in form-fitting light blue jeans. "Oh well, she will feel better soon enough," she thought to herself.
Vanessa readied the instruments and set them on the small desk beside her. She couldn't resist dropping her glove and bending over to give Nicole a full view of her luscious ass in lacy red panties under her transparent pantyhose. She usually saved those antics for male patients, but she found Nicole irresistibly sexy. Positioning her chair so that her breasts were in full view while worked, Vanessa inserted the lip retractors to hold Nicole's mouth open during the cleaning.
Nicole's shifting seemed to increase as she did this so Vanessa paused to ask her if she was okay. Nicole nodded, so Vanessa continued with a visual inspection of her mouth. As the cool mirror touched Nicole's cheek, she hastily grabbed her crotch. Vanessa noticed the movement and rolled her chair to relocate herself behind Nicole. The new position gave her a chance to observe her patient's behaviour.
Vanessa watched the scissoring legs for a moment and realized that Nicole was not nervous or turned on, but rather desperate to pee! Wanting to make sure that her patient was comfortable, she asked "Nicole, do you want to use the washroom and continue this in a few minutes?"
Nicole blushed heavily and quickly declined the offer by shaking her head.
Vanessa shrugged and continued, taking the opportunity to lean forward and press her firm boobs against Nicole's blonde hair. The shuffling seemed to increase yet again. Perhaps out of watching Nicole's desperation, Vanessa could feel her own need for the toilet increasing. This was odd, since she rarely ever used the toilet at work. A naturally large-bladdered woman, she could usually get by with only peeing at home. As she sprayed Nicole's mouth with water to wash away any preliminary food remnants, a "yelp" escaped the blonde's throat and her shuffling turned into a reflex arching of her back as she pushed her fingers hard against her vagina. Despite her struggles, a small wet spot appeared in her crotch around her fingers.
Vanessa immediately pulled her finger off the spray gun, in disbelief of what she was seeing. She was speechless for a moment, strangely excited by the sight in front of her. A gorgeous woman was wetting herself in the dentist's chair! Her panties were immediately hot and wet and she just managed to regain her wits.
"Oh.. Umm.. let's get you to a toilet, miss... before you pee on my chair."
Vanessa stood up and realized the alarming fullness of her own bladder. She too needed a pee break. It was unbelievable how quickly she needed to go after just her usual morning intake of a glass of water and a coffee. She helped Nicole up to her feet and walked her to the door. She had forgotten it was locked. She turned to the camera being used for supervision and waved at it frantically. "He will be here in a sec," she informed Nicole, who was bent over and holding herself.
A full minute passed uneventfully. Vanessa reached into her pocket and called her boss.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hi- it's Vanessa. My patient needs the toilet- it's an emergency. Can you please open the door?" Just making the request seemed to make her need grow. She anxiously shifted on the spot. Beside her, Nicole was bobbing up and down in a massive pee dance. She was dangerously close to soaking her jeans in front of her dentist.
"I'm afraid that is not a good enough reason to interrupt this exercise. I always tell my patients to make sure they've used the facilities before I start."
Vanessa was sure he had only ever done that with kids, but she knew it was pointless to argue. "Please Dr. Hiebert, can we make one exception? I promise I'll be more careful next time!"
Hearing Vanessa beg on her behalf made Nicole even more embarrassed. She let out a second squirt, feeling the warm wetness on her fingers. She could see and feel the wet spot on her jeans growing. In a minute or two, she would surely have a full accident. She continued hobbling with both hands gripping her pussy, trying to contain the massive flood.
James seemed to give the desperate plea some thought. Finally, he replied, "Okay, let's get the retractors out then I'll open the door. Dental equipment is not allowed in the washrooms!"
Vanessa opened her mouth to protest again but realized he was right. She quickly dragged Nicole back to the chair and instructed her to lie down. Getting back on the chair caused to her spurt helplessly again. She only barely stemmed the flow but could feel her pee seeping down to her ass. She had just wet the chair beneath her.
Vanessa worked quickly, removing the retainers in a flat minute. James kept his promise and opened the door as Nicole desperately stood up. It was too late- her bladder could wait no more. She sighed audibly as the powerful waterfall flowed out of her, immediately drenching her jeans and creating a huge puddle at her feet.
As she finished peeing, James said, "Well, I guess there's no need for a break then." Vanessa piped up as he turned to leave and lock the door behind him. "Hang on, I need to get some paper towels to cover the chair." She was planning to pee quickly; seeing Nicole's accident had made her all the more desperate."Oh, there's no need for that. Just use the spare coat over there."
Vanessa shifted on the spot and decided that honesty was worth a shot. "Actually, I need to use the toilet too." Her bladder had filled to the point of being a constant discomfort. It would surely become an urgency well before Monica's cleaning was done.
James observed the stressed girl in front of him, clearly trying to disguise her strong need to void excess waters. Her thighs were pressed together as she stood slightly hunched, resisting the urge to cross her legs. "It's one thing if you forget to tell your patient to go pee and she ends up wetting all over the office, but you- that's another story! You definitely don't get a pee break halfway through a basic operation like this. You should have the damn common sense to go before you start! Now grow up and hold your piss until the work is done!" With that, he walked out, leaving the two embarrassed ladies behind.
With no choice in the matter, Vanessa covered the wet spot on the chair with the coat and asked her patient to lie down again. Working within the sight of Monica's wet jeans and the aroma of her urine was sheer torture. Vanessa danced on the spot as the coffee she had drank continued to work its way down to her bladder. She struggled through the cleaning, eventually working with one hand, with the other one clutching herself to prevent an accident.
Halfway through the cleaning, she could take no more. It was impossible to concentrate. She desperately shuffled to the camera doing a huge pee dance as she called James again. He didn't even pick up. Frustrated, she turned to walk back to the chair behind her wet patient. Nicole, eying her as she hobbled back, had her hand in her crotch again. She couldn't resist touching herself through the wet denim as her incredibly hot dentist struggled to maintain her dignity.
Vanessa noticed the explicit sexual act, but purposely tried to ignore it. She was on the verge of wetting herself at work in front of her patient and boss. Even in her plight, she couldn't resist sneaking a peek at Nicole masturbating as she worked- the scene was too hot to ignore. A squirt escaped her and she forcefully turned her eyes back on her patient's mouth. Her panties were wet now- she could feel the moistness on her fingers. Just a couple teeth to go now and it would be over. In two minutes, she would be able to run to the toilet and finally relieve herself.
Nicole's rubbing intensified as she seemed to sense that Vanessa had briefly lost control behind her. Vanessa could hear and feel her gasps behind the retractors. Last tooth now. She could make it. It was getting almost impossible to clean Nicole's back tooth as the entire chair shook due to her furious masturbation.
Just as her dentist finished removing the retractors, Nicole climaxed. Her uninhibited screams were too much for Vanessa who started peeing as she tried to get to the door. She managed to squat over the trash can beside the chair as she lost complete control, soaking her undergarments. It was sheer relief. She closed her eyes as her tortured bladder finally emptied itself through her clothes into the small container below. Beside her, Nicole fully relaxed as she came, wetting herself again along with the lab coat.
James entered the room to see his beautiful assistant in mid-pee. Vanessa didn't even try to stop peeing, knowing it was a lost cause. She would probably be fired for this no matter what. As she finished peeing and looked up, she was shocked to see James covering a massive boner with his hand. He was clearly struggling not to cum in his pants but still unable to take his eyes off Vanessa. Finally, he just moaned and straightened up. A giant circular spot formed on the crotch of his pants as his face flustered from a mixture of relief and humiliation.
She could only look up at him in bewilderment, still squatting to let her pee drip off her into the can below. James opened his mouth to explain but couldn't find the words. Nicole finally spoke up. "James and I are college friends. We tried dating but I discovered that I prefer women. We did find some common ground though- we both love pee."
She got out of the chair and knelt down to inspect Vanessa's soaked panties. James finally managed to speak. "Nicole has an accident in my chair every year, but now with my own practice, I decided to take things a little further. The coffee I gave you this morning had a strong diuretic in it."
Vanessa realized she wasn't angry but rather really, really turned on. She got up and pushed her pee soaked crotch into Nicole's face. Nicole impulsively ripped apart her pantyhose and ate her right through her wet panties. Vanessa soiled her panties again in two minutes flat before waving at James to join the fun. She had discovered a new side of herself. |
This is, once again, furry stuff, so if that weird you out - you're welcome to not read it.
It gets quite lewd in the second part, but don't worry if you're here just for the wet panties - you'll know when to bail, I promise.
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Previous stories:
An Interruption
Not Quite As Planned
And It's All Your Fault Anyway
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Driving on a motorway is a relaxing experience, especially if it's at night. Lights turn into a constantly shifting, abstract mosaic, actions become automated and everything but the road ahead becomes perfectly tuned out – including your girlfriend angrily tapping you on the shoulder.
– "Hey, wake up."
– "More awake than you, I think," I said. The vixen had just woken up and looked like it, sitting there rubbing her eyes and trying to stretch in the cramped seat. She'd slept for most of the three-hour drive, exahausted, and looked in need of a brush. Only her muzzle poked out from beneath a veil of ruffled white hair.
– "I gotta pee, stop somewhere," she informed me as if she owned the car, and me too.
– "Why so grumpy?"
– "You try sleeping in this seat and being happy about it," she grunted back, rubbing her eyes and stretching. She gathered the hair out of her face and squinted at the road lights. "And when you got to piss this bad," she said, tossing out a soda cup she'd previously emptied out the window.
– "Trying to get me fined?"
She leaned back and seemed to drift off again. I didn't quite get her response, but it might have been "fuck off".
I looked over and saw her snoozing again, muzzle slightly parted and snow-white fur shining softly in the near-darkness. It was getting late and I'd been thinking about stopping, but her display got me a bit angry. I get that car sleep isn't the most fulfilling rest, but that didn't excuse her acting like that. I didn't feel like stopping for her after that... and I had a little plan hatching for my self-proclaimed princess.
A service area, and the next one went by and past, and she kept sleeping and squirming. Her left paw crept up and settled between her legs, rubbing lightly. Her desperation grew. Legs rubbing together as she tensed and relaxed, bare feet tapping unconciously against each other... I watched in fascination, almost suspecting she was faking, unbelieving that she could sleep like that.
An hour passed and I wondered. I'd expected her to wake up by that point, freak out in the car for a while, beg me for a stop and barely make it to a bathroom. But she was sleeping soundly, her bladder filling up by the minute, and it was getting late enough that restrooms might be closed. I wanted her to have a close call, not an accident. She squirmed again and I gave her a worried glance, and considered just giving up and stopping – but I was still upset at her, and I kept driving. I wanted to see her scared.
I drove and watched her. It was getting late and I was about to stop anyway when I heard her whimper. Monica sat up shaking her head, gave me a dazed stare – and suddenly contorted herself, bending forward, one paw clenching her crotch and the other cradling her belly. She made that desperately urgent sound again and pushed herself into the seat, bent halfway into a ball.
– "Are you okay?" I asked, as if I didn't know.
– "Oh god, I gotta go, please stop–" She was breathless; pain in her voice.
Shit, I thought. It was worse than I'd intended.
– "It's five minutes until the next–"
– "Just stop anywhere, it hurts!" She was twisting herself, switching between jamming her paws in between her legs and crossing them. She'd undone her belt and was sitting on the edge of the seat, grinding against it, her posture screaming urgency and pain, fluffy tail trashing impotently below her knees.
I hit the gas, really regretting my stupidity now. She looked genuinely distraught. I watched her fight against her own body, trying to resist the urge, cradling her painfully bursting bladder with her paws and desperately trying to postpone the inevitable, but she was losing it; in her exhausted sleep she had reached and went past the point of panic. Had she been awake, she would have done something, anything to relieve herself before that, but there she was about to wet herself in the seat and it was my fault.
I wanted to reassure her somehow, but I had no way to; she was locked in a private world of suffering. It hadn't been five minutes since she woke up and she was already sobbing in pain, tugging feebly at the undone waistband of her jeans, trying to shield her tender belly from any more pressure. It was swelling visibly from the unreal amount liquid contained inside and I couldn't even begin to imagine how badly she needed to go. Fur glistened as drops of perspiration formed on the pads of her paws, dampening it as if in anticipation of imminent greater wetness.
– "There's a stop just ahead, can you hold it a couple minutes," I tried to reassure her, but all I got in return were angry expletives.
As sorry as I felt for her, I couldn't help but admire certain things her desperation was doing to her body. Perching on the edge of her seat, with back straight as an arrow and shirt stretched and pushed down into her crotch made her chest a sight to behold, her perky breasts straining against the fabric. Seeing her nipples poke through layers of fur and cloth made me think just how hard they must be underneatch, and suddenly I had to resist the urge to reach over and check. She had her head thrown back, mess of hair cascading down, panting loud and quick thorugh a barely parted muzzle, from which a drop of saliva dripped on her chest, unnoticed. Her brush made its way behind her, its tip raised high and twitching madly just like it did when we made love. I knew what kind of urge was behind all that, but it helped little; soon my underwear was getting as tight as hers, even if my swelling was on the account of blood, not urine.
After what felt like an age for me and an eternity for her, but just a couple more minutes to the clock, we reached a petrol station and I took the exit. Monica was at the absolute wit's end, with a paw shamelessly down her panties, rubbing furiously at her privates to stave off the urge just a moment longer. I could only hope it was working; every few moments, with every spasm of her overfilled bladder, she yelped and whined and I wondered if anything was making its way into her panties already. Either way, her actions weren't helping my situation at all.
I rolled into the station praying to see a restrooms sign and was relieved to spot one – fifty metres off the nearest parking spot.
– "There's a bathroom. Can you walk?"
– "I don't know," she replied, not even bothering to look up.
I got out while dared not to move and went to her door. There was an embarassingly sizable bulge in the front of my pants, but there was nothing to be done about that; I just had to hope she wouldn't notice in her state. I certainly didn't want to explain that.
I opened her door. There was no chance she'd be able to walk on her own; a catastrophic loss of control seemed just a single jolt away. I'd have to help her to make it to the bathroom.
I put my left arm around her and pulled her out of her seat, holding her right paw in mine. It was slightly damp, I tried not to think what that meant. She managed to stand, but barely, bent forward in an almost right angle. I tried to make her straighten up a bit, but she gave a pained whimper as it pulled on her bladder; I gave up.
There was only one obstacle left in making our way forward: the paw in her unzipped pants, working restlessly at the inside of her panties. It wasn't an issue of embarassment, it was late, dark, and deserted, and we were both beyond caring. But I couldn't have her pants fall down in two steps.
– "You'll have to zip up your pants, Mon," I said softly
– "I can't, I'll pee," she cried. Quite literally: by this point, there were tears soaking into the fur on her face.
– "Come, you can do it, two more minutes and you can pee," I reassured her.
That seemed to give her some strength, and she let me remove her paw. She was completely passive, all her energies concentrated on holding back the contents of her screaming, spasming bladder. As soon as I took her left paw out of her pants – that one was more than damp – her squirming, clenching movements redoubled. She was down to her absolute limits; disaster was imminent.
Acutally buckling her jeans proved impossible. Her normally flat belly was sticking out in a curve that reached all the way to her navel and across her hips. The sheer size of her bladder surprised me, the hardness of it that I could easily feel beneath her fur shocked me. It did not feel like a springy ballon, it was an unyielding rocky surface just beneath hear skin that made it absolutely clear that there was no more space to be had there. It was as if she had a small watermelon inside her body, one that actively wanted out and wasn't going to wait.
I settled for pulling up the zipper a bit, but even that was met with a cry of anguish as I applied the tiniest pressure to her bladder. As soon as I finished my maniplations, her left paw shot straight to her crotch. Pressure through the pants was a meager substitute, but she needed all she could have. We made our way towards the toilets in an awkward, bent waddle, accompanied by whimpers of pain and frequent stops as Monica had to concentrate on fighting another spasm. I couldn't be sure in the darkness, but I thought there was a dark patch growing in the crotch of her jeans, I urged her to go faster, to get there before any more damage occured.
We finally got to the door and I yanked the handle – to no result. I pushed, nothing. Then I actually looked at the door, and saw a sign:
"After 10 p.m., the bathrooms are locked. Keys with the staff."
I turned to Monica to let her know there'd be just one more little delay, but she'd already grasped the situation: she stared at the door with wide open green eyes, unmoving. And then I felt it: my right paw, holding hers and resting on her thigh, suddenly felt wet. Monica sunk to her knees and I went down with her, hugging her, as her body gave up to its torment and released its burden; streams of wetness spilled out all over her lower body, forming a puddle. It seemed to grow forever as she emptied and emptied, shuddering in release and panting. I could feel the tension flow out of her body alongside the urine as she slumped against me; I struggled to maintain my balance while squatting. Somehow, I managed to get nothing but the soles of my shoes wet.
I stayed still for a moment after it ended, holding her head to my chest and stroking it. She sobbed a little bit, completely exhausted after her battle.
I helped her to her feet and stepped back to asses the damage. She was dripping wet form the waist down and even her tail was soaking wet; normally a wide brush, it looked like a rat's. She looked down at herself and a small laugh burst through her tears.
– "A foot from a bathroom door. Fucking hell. What a mess," she said spreading her arms; drops of urine dripped from her fingers.
– "Aren't you upset?"
She looked at me in exasperation and shrugged.
– "I'm just happy... that it's over."
***
We decided to keep driving through the night and just get home; the accident – and lack of spare clothes – made sleeping in the car an inconcievable rather than just uncomfortable proposition. She sat on a plastic sheed I'd pulled out of the trunk.
We were both recovering from the excitement of her... adventure, although for me that meant more than she could suspect. Or so I hoped, anyway; she hadn't commented on my obvious reaction to her predicament and I wanted to believe she just hadn't noticed. It was not something I really wanted to explain, especially not since it was all, in the end, my fault. That was another thing she seemed to forget, but no doubt I'd yet hear about it.
A series of alarm bells rung in my head as time seemed to repeat itself: Monica squirmed in her seat again and her knees rubbed against each other. Did she need to go again? That seemed impossible, but what did I know.
– "Everything all right?" I asked.
– "I'm just a bit uncomfortable," she said.
– "Are you sure? You..."
– "I'm fine" she said empathically, looking me in the eye.
She went still, but it didn't take long until she started grinding her butt a little bit.
– "Look, if you need to pee again, that's fine, I'll stop, better that than..."
– "I don't need to pee," she cut me off. "Look, I..." She bit her lip. "I haven't sat around in wet underwear since I was six."
That wild non-sequitur startled me. What'd that have to do with anything?
– "And it's doing some things I'd never have expected to me," she continued. "It feels... let me just show you," she blurted suddenly and grabbed my right hand.
I was alarmed to have my hand taken from me while driving, and doubly so when she began to put it down her pants.
– "What are you..."
– "Shh. Gently."
It was wet down there, as expected – but hotter and stickier, too. She pressed her paw down on herself and ground slightly against it. All my progress in calming down my own privates was lost in an instant.
– "You're getting off on this?"
– "You've no fucking idea how much," she said, breathless again. "Or maybe you do, don't think I haven't noticed that." Suddenly her left paw was groping my erection through my pants, and seconds later begun working on undoing my belt.
My mind went blank at the sheer absurdity of the situation, but there was nothing I could do. Even my vague awarness of the risk of horrible death involved in engaging in mutual masturbation on a motorway couldn't make me stop her. I continued to stroke her and she got a good grip on me; the world stopped making sense for a moment. I kept one eye on the road and the other on her, watching her spread out on the seat and enthusiastically hump my right hand, while she used her right to keep it right where she wanted and do wonders to me with her other paw. It didn't take long at all until she gave a shuddering sigh and collapsed, and just the sound of that was enough to make me mess up my shirt.
***
It was four A.M., we were sitting in the shower, and I was rubbing shampoo out of the fur on her back as she sat on my lap.
– "You know," she said, "I was going to be really mad at you for making me piss myself. But... it didn't turn out that bad in the end."
She smiled and leaned forward to kiss me as hot water poured over us.
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Hi, my name is David. So much has happened to me this year. But before
we get there I’ll tell you my first chapter of the biggest and
unexpected change of my life!-I was literally CHANGED. One day my
parents decided to send me to a boarder school because I kept sneaking
out at night and getting in trouble. I never got along with my parents
in the first place. Other kids my age probably are told to respect
their parents because they’re the reason they’re alive. I swear, my
parents are gonna be the death of me.
“David, you came home with a cop. This is the last straw. You can’t
live with us anymore.” My mother yelled. I smirked. My dad told me to
go to my room and pack everything.
I arrived at the school as the new freshman kid. Everyone stared at me
and whispered about me. I’m four feet and two inches tall. In other
words I’m small for my age. This is going to be a rough year. My
parents checked me in, wrote the papers, and left me. A pregnant
secretary led me to my dorm. I looked around my new room at the dorm.
It was big. Then again I’m small.
Away from my parents at last I’m free! What could go wrong now?
Unfortunately by the time I unfinished packing I made it just in time
for my first period. First freshman year during gym class at my new
school and I’m already being bullied for being small and being the new
kid at the boarder school. I survived Gym class-At least that part of
the period. I came back to the locker room and two big kids pick me up
and lay me down on a bench. They have toy handcuffs that they put on my
hands under the bench so I couldn’t escape. Then they took off my
sneakers, socks and gym shorts leaving me only in a T-shirt and boxers.
I saw one kid pull out baby wipes, baby powder, baby lotion, Vaseline
and thick crinkly plastic pants. My eyes widened. When there’s plastic
pants that means…”Its time for the wittle baby to have his diapy
changed!” The bully said babyishly as he pulled out a bulky cloth
diaper about 2 and a half inches of amply padded thickness with baby
animal prints on the top front of the diaper.
I struggled. Everyone laughed. I felt like crying but held back my
tears. He shoved a pacifier into my mouth and tied a string around my
head to prevent me from spitting it out.
“Just to make sure you don’t cheat your way out of this…” The bully
pulled out scissors and cut up my boxers and pushed the scraps aside.
He unfolded the diaper. I struggled and wriggled my legs violently.
“I don’t want to wear a diaper! I’m a big boy I don’t need a diaper!” I
cried. My voice was muffled by the pacifier and sounded really babyish.
“Please don’t make me wear those!” I begged. The bully ignored my pleas
and grabbed my ankles and lifted my butt up in the air then quickly
slid the diaper underneath. He began to wipe me up.
“Does that feel good? Is Baby happy?” He teased as he wiped my butt and
privates. I whimpered. He started smearing the Vaseline all over my
diaper area and applied the baby lotion. I got an erection. My face was
bright red.
“Naughty boy! Babies don’t get those!” He said as he ejaculated me. I
orgasmed.
“Ooh!” All the other boys said. He didn’t bother cleaning me. He just
cleaned his hand and sprinkled the baby powder and rubbed it on me and
lowered my butt back down on the diaper. I squeezed my legs together
refusing to be diapered. The bully easily pried them apart and spread
my legs wide. I continued to struggle in vain. It was inevitable. The
handcuffs worked too well. The bully pulled the diaper far up between
my legs and fastened it tightly at my waist with 5 safety pins on each
side. I was officially diapered in front of all my gym mates. I kicked.
The bully struck me hard in the hamstring rapidly. I screamed but the
pacifier muffled my cries. Everyone laughed as the bully proceeded to
put me in the plastic pants. He made the diaper bulky yet snug. It was
humiliating. I couldn’t squeeze my legs together due to the bulky
diaper I now wore. How would I walk? I was in tears now. The Bully
spanked my thickly diapered butt. It crinkled loudly.
“To make sure you can’t remove this…” The bully pinned 5 more pins on
each side of my waist and hips, and 8 pins in the front of my diaper,
then 14 pins on the back. The back of my diaper rose to my mid back and
the front covered my belly button. The bully uncuffed my hands. He
picked me up and held me like a baby by cupping one hand under my
diaper and the other behind my head.
“You hit me and I’ll snap your small plump baby fingers 1 by 1.”
I didn’t dare to hit him. I continued to cry. He squeezed my diaper. I
squealed.
“So you feel comfy in your nice thick baby diapers? Eh freshman?”
I shook my head no. He sat down and bounced me on his knee.
“Stop it!” I cried and tried to push him away but he just grabbed my
arms and pulled them down to my side and continued to bounce his knee
between my amply diapered crotch.
“It feels weird!” I sobbed.
“Then this will feel weirder!” He said as he laid me on my back and
began to rub the front of my diaper viciously-masturbating me through
my diaper. I moaned. The bully laughed evily and rubbed harder.
“Please don’t do this to me!” I pleaded.
“Too late Baby Freshman!” He masturbated through my diaper until the
bell rang to transition to our next class. He got up and sat me on the
floor. I watched him throw my pants out in the hallway and leave with
the other guys.
I sat there and bawled. I wanted to go home. I removed my paci, got up
and cracked open the door to peek out. My pants were by an open locker.
No one was out. Everyone was in class. I seized this moment to retrieve
my shorts. I struggled to pull them over my thick diaper but I managed.
My shorts barely fit now. It was obvious that I was wearing a diaper. I
couldn’t believe how thick these diapers were! I looked down at my
schedual that I was given-MATH CLASS. Then the bully came out of
nowhere and shoved me in the locker and closed it shut. I cried for
help. 18 minutes a janitor opened the locker. I waddled to my next
class. I entered the room and told the teacher I was late because I was
new. He accepted it. I took my seat in the middle of the classroom. My
diaper crinkled conspicuously. My face was bright red with
embarrassment. I could hear kids whisper that I was wearing a diaper. I
pulled my shirt down low. The rest of the school day was like this. I
made it back to my dorm only to find the bully was my roommate!
“Hey there Diaper freshman!”
“My name is David!” I said sternly.
“Here are the rules of the room: I rule this half of the room and Brad
owns the other.” The bully said.
“What about me?” I asked timidly. The other roommate walked in. He was
on the football team. I looked back at him. Another 6-foot-tall kid. I
hate it here. I didn’t bother asking about my rights. I walked over to
my dresser to find sweatpants since at least those would fit over my
diaper. When I opened my drawers all I found were Cloth and disposable
diapers replacing my boxers. Baby socks and pins were placed neatly
beside the diapers. I opened the other drawers frantically. More baby
clothes. I fell to my knees in tears. Brad picked me up and carried me
over to my bed-it now had plastic bed sheets. I goggled up at him teary
eyed.
“I can’t go around the school wearing just baby clothes!” I sobbed. The
other bully-Alex pulled out other clothes from a closet. T-shirts
colored Blue, red, green and white striped shirt, and light blue. Then
he tossed me Kakhi shorts. I gratefully put them on. They fit better.
Brad came from behind me and pulled my diaper above the shorts.
The diaper frills still showed at the top of the shorts.
“Thank you for the pants.” I mumbled shyly.
“Another rule: You can’t use big boy words in the dorm. You will talk
like a baby.” He declared. I backed away in fear. Brad then undressed
me leaving down to my diaper. He found a Barney T-shirt and blue baby
socks.
“Only in school will you wear normal clothes. At here you will wear
those clothes in your drawers or just diapers. Not the normal clothes
in the closet. At night you will be diapered 3x thicker than school,
you will carry a diaper bag, When you mess your diaper you will go to
the nurse to get changed. Don’t worry the whole school knows about you.
The teachers won’t let you use the bathroom. You will use your diaper.
Understood?” I hesitantly nodded.
“B…bb…but…” I began.
“Disobey and you will be punished.” Alex nodded to Brad who placed me
over his knee and began spanking me hard. The diapers cushioned the
impact but Brad still made it hurt. I was in pain and crying. I curled
up on my bed and bawled. I haven’t used the bathroom since I was
diapered. I had to go now. I got up. Alex and Brad glared at me. I sat
back down. Cramps built up.
“I need to…” I began to speak. Alex stomped over to me.
“What are the rules?!” He shouted.
“Poo poo! Me poo!” I babbled. Alex picked me up off the floor and shook
me in front of him. My stomach growled. I almost went right there.
“Do you have to go potty?” He asked. I nodded.
“Pee too.” I babbled. Alex smirked and pinned me to the floor. Brad
began tickling me.
“Stop! No! Please don’t! I really need to go!” I begged. Brad shoved a
pacifier in my mouth and continued to tickle me. I couldn’t hold it in
any longer. I let the pee and poop fill my diaper. After I was finished
messing myself Brad stood me on my feet and began massaging my diaper
smearing the mess inside everywhere. Brad laid me on my tummy and
rubbed me up and down on the floor. My diaper squished and crinkled. He
turned me on my back and massaged the front of my diaper. I squealed
and moaned.
“I could do this all day!” Brad grinned. When it was time for dinner
Brad grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dining room. Since I was
small they couldn’t find bigger chair so Alex requested that I’d get a
baby chair. One of the Staff that worked at the dorm helped me into the
baby chair. I blushed. The staff noticed I had a dirty diaper so he
carried me back to my room. He pulled out a mat under my bed-I didn’t
remember seeing it there. He placed the mat on top of the dresser and
laid me on it. He cleaned me up and put me into fresh diapers. Just as
Alex had said I was diapered 3x this time for the night. The man set me
on the floor. I wobbled to find balance. I fell on my butt to the floor
with a plop.
“I can’t even stand.” I thought. I looked up at the man. He and picked
me up and carried me back to the Babychair. I ate and then we were sent
back to our rooms. I started to dress into my new PJs-a romper footed
sleeper.
“Nope babies don’t know how to dress themselves.” Brad said. I tried to
run but I could only waddle so fast. I fell but continued to crawl
under the bed.
“Come out or else you’ll be punished.” Brad threatened. I hesitated to
crawl out from under the bed. Brad pulled me out and set me on my feet.
I obviously fell on my butt.
“Do you wanna be punished?” I shook my head no. I was at their mercy.
Brad undressed me and chose a white small T-shirt with babyish prints
over it. It didn’t even cover my diapers.
“There you go. Off to bed.” There I was in a T-shirt and puffy diapers.
“Me wan pats.” I gibberished.
“Oh so its pats.” Brad layed me across his lap and patted my diaper. I
blushed.
“No I want pants not pats!” I said shyly.
“Is baby trying to speak big boy words? He’ll be punished.” I remained
silent as Brad pushed me to the floor and forced me to crawl to bed. My
diaper and Plastic sheets crinkled at every movement. I ended up crying
myself to sleep. I woke up next morning on the changing table to Alex
changing me into a fresh diaper. From the stress last night I messed
myself. I noticed that Alex had shaved every hair on my body except my
head hair-which was now bleached blonde-I barely had any body hair
before but it was my only sign of puberty. Now it was gone. Alex patted
my fresh diaper. He placed me on the floor.
“What did you do to me?!” “Baby is trying to talk again. We’ll punish
you later.” I looked in the tall mirror in the closet. I only saw a
confused toddler staring back. Alex helped me into overalls.
“Surprise! With these you won’t be able to sneak off your cute baby
diapers.” He smiled. I frowned. I waddled to school. The overalls
covered my diaper but the diaper bulged through. Everyone knew me now
as the baby of the school. When we had health the class was given the
classic assignment to care for a baby. Everyone pointed and laughed at
me. The teacher even chuckled but told them to stop. Brad asked if he
could take care of me throughout the whole class. By the end of the
class with frustration the teacher finally gave in. Brad grinned
evilly. I held back the tears. 2nd period Gym class. I was put in 8
extra thick nighttime diapers and was masturbated for the whole period.
3rd period computer class I found out people put pictures of me on the
internet. 4th period I had art class and drew pictures of my favorite
video games. Other people drew mean baby pictures of me. At lunch
someone snuck laxatives in my food and drink when I was busy getting
napkins. I then farted like I had never farted before. But it wasn’t a
fart. Everyone in the cafeteria looked my way and laughed. That was the
last straw. I let the tears come to my eyes. I grabbed my diaper bag
and waddled to the nurse. She told me that I my diaper leaked because
it wasn’t thick enough. I gulped and sobbed as she picked me up onto
the changing table where she diapered me extra snug with diaper boost
pads. The next 2 periods were humiliating. After school I was stripped
of my big boy clothes and put in a sesame street T-shirt and new triple
diapers-now thicker thanks to the nurse. I didn’t mean for it to leak.
To get around I either crawled or was carried. I got a letter from my
parents. They heard from the nurse that I mess myself and need to wear
diapers. They sent a package of more cloth diapers, plastic pants with
locks on them, baby pins, Huggies, pull-ups, Pampers, etc. They sent
another box of cookies and snacks. Alex sewn in restraints to strap me
down to my bed. Alex picked me up and carried me over to his bed and
laid me in his arms. He removed my pacifier and shoved a baby bottle
full of laxatives and dissolved pooping pills. It tasted terrible. I
knew what it was. I refused to swallow.
“Drink it!” He ordered. I choked and gagged.
“I don’t wanna poop!” I spa t. Alex shoved the baby bottle farther into
my mouth.
“Swallow and it will soon be over.” He yelled. I cried and obeyed. I
knew that I would be pooping like crazy not too long from now. After I
was finished with the first bottle he force fed me 2 more bottles of
pure laxatives. After Alex Shoved 2 pills up my butt followed by an
enema hose. He waited 3 min. till removed the hose, diapered me extra,
extra thick-I’d need it-and strapped me to my bed and pulled over a
chair to watch me humiliate myself. He pulled out a cell phone to
record this event. Cramps rose but I fought it the best I could. The
longest 4 minutes of my life passed and I felt like passing out now. I
tugged at the restraints desperately. I couldn’t even budge. Alex grew
impatient of me not messing my diaper so he got up and tickled me. I
continued to resist. Alex hit me in the kidneys. Poop came flooding
into my diaper. About over a hour of involuntary pooping passed as I
lay there in shame and without dignity. I really had to pee so I let
loose. Alex patted my dirty diaper and got up to play video games with
Brad. I was strapped to my bed in a dirty wet, poopy diaper all the way
till we were called for dinner. Brad unstrapped me and forced me to
crawl to dinner. I had a diaper rash now. I eventually made it to the
highchair and a staff helped me up. I was I couldn’t reach to table so
they fed the soup to me. I had to wear a bib since they spilt a lot.
After dinner an adult carried me into the kitchen and set me on a
table.
“I’m very disappointed in you. If you keep messing yourself you will be
punished.” He scolded.
“I don’t mean to mess myself. It happens involuntarily.” I mumbled
innocently.
“I’ll make sure your roommates keep a close eye on you.” The man said.
I nodded knowing I couldn’t win. The man carried me upstairs and
changed me back into 3 thick diapers for the night.
“Remember what I said.” He said. Once he left Brad and Alex tickle
tortured me till I cried. I peed myself. Then they strapped me into
bed, gave me a pacifier and told me to sleep..
“You’re gonna need that pacifier.” Brad taunted and tied the string
looped through the pacifier tightly around my head. I knew now that I
will have a severe diaper rash. In the morning I didn’t want to move.
Alex unstrapped me and began spanking me hard. The rash burned.
“Ow!” I screamed. Thank God the paci muffled my loud cries. He spanked
me for 15 minutes, changed me and we were off to school. I didn’t move
much that day. The pain was too much. Gym class was the worst. The
usual happened. Lunch I was given laxatives, changed by the nurse and
went on with the day. Today I was changed 5 separate times at school.
I’ve lost my bladder control. Soon I might lose bowl functions too.
After school Brad experimented with his health class assignment-care
for a baby. Brad put me 12 disposable diapers with extra diaper
absorbency pads, 3 pull-ups, 5 Adult diapers. They put masking tape
around the top to prevent me from removing it then sewed me in several
nappies then thick crinkly plastic pants that had locks on them. I
couldn’t waddle, stand, or even crawl! It was a Friday so I was told
I’d stay in these for the whole weekend no changes. They let me watch
T.V.-Mostly Noggin, Barney, and Teletubbies. Since Brad knew I couldn’t
transport myself he carried me into the hallway, secured my pacifier.
“Now cry.” He ordered. I didn’t know what he was up to so I didn’t
obey. Brad kicked me hard and slammed the door and locked it. I just
sat there and bawled. A new employee found me, picked me up and carried
me through the house asking if anyone left a toddler behind-he thought
I was 3 years old. He couldn’t understand why I was in so many diapers
though.
“Where are your parents?” He asked. I didn’t want to talk without
dignity.
“Are you hungry? Do you need a change?” I only blubbered and babbled
gibberish-I couldn’t talk properly due to my stress and embarrassment.
He patted me on the back to calm me down while he carried me. I was
taken to the main office of the boarder school and the man reported me
as a missing child . The man set me on the floor. I fell on my butt. I
tried to stand but fell again. The pregnant secretary looked at me.
“I’ll take it from here sir.” She said to the rookie.
“David is that you?” She asked. I nodded and sucked on my paci shyly.
“Don’t be embarrassed you look cute being a small boy in big diapers
sucking on a pacifier. You kinda look like a cute little toddler.” She
said to me. I blushed.
“You honestly are adorable.” She complimented. I just sat still in
tears.
“Can you stand?” I shook my head no.
“Can you crawl?” I shook my head again and began to cry. I lifted my
hands for her to pick me up. The pregnant lady picked me up and held me
as a baby-how else would she carry me back to my room? “I m…mm.miss…my
mmm…mom…” I hyperventilated. I meant it.
“Don’t cry David. Everything is gonna be alright.” She soothed and
cradled me gently.
“You’re diapered pretty snugly aren’t you?” She patted my butt. I cried
on her shoulder.
“Don’t cry your safe now.” She comforted and gently bounced me in her
arms and paced the room. I calmed and surprisingly fell asleep in her
arms. The stress exhausted me.
“Several months and I’ll be doing this every night.” She thought-
referring to being a mom of a newborn. The lady carried me back to my
room-which was now unlocked. Brad and Alex greeted me kindly as the
lady went over to the drawer, dressed me in an onsie and gently laid me
down into bed, pulled over the blankets and tucked me in-The restraints
were hidden under the bed sheet.
“Shh…don’t wake him. He just fell asleep.” She whispered just like a
mother would say about a baby who just fell asleep. Once the lady left
Brad picked me up and shook me. I started to cry for my mamma. I missed
being nurtured. Alex removed the bedsheet and prepared the straps. They
stripped me back down to my diapers and laid me down and told me to be
quiet. I could see Alex retrieve a baby bottle. I knew what was he was
going to do. It was useless to fight but I refused to swallow the
laxatives. Formula got all over my face.
“I warned you no t to disobey!” Alex growled. Brad began to massage my
diaper.
“Now you will be punished.” He grinned. I gripped the mattress and took
the punishment. Being masturbated in diapers by a roommate is
embarrassing. I moaned and came. Brad continued to rub my thick diapers
against me pretty much for the rest of the night. Brad and Alex
switched off every hour. Alex gave me a rattle to grip. It felt so
weird. I cried all night. Whenever I got close to falling asleep Brad
would spank me-making my diaper squish and smear the pee and poop
inside. I’d wake up and he’d continue masturbating me. I gasped. My
penis was humiliated. While they did this they took the opportunity to
force feed me laxatives. In the morning I was so weak and vunerable as
an infant. Alex came up to me.
“So today is a new day are you gonna behave?” I nodded weakly. Alex
reminded me I was to stay in all of my diapers till Monday. We went
down to breakfast. The whole dorm laughed at my huge diapers. The Staff
punished me for messing myself by grounding me to my room the whole
weekend. The whole day Brad and Alex dressed me up in baby clothes and
took pictures of me. They fed me laxatives and video recorded me. Then
they forced me to waddle from Brad to Alex-Who was filming me. I cried
a few times. Alex stood me up and told me to waddle to Brad on the
other side of the room. I took 1 baby step and fell. Alex took my hands
and pulled me to my feet and held me up as I waddled to Brad. I was
still drained and weak from what they did to me last night so they
filmed me taking a nap in nothing but my diapers. At least that was my
moment of rest. Then I was masturbated till lunch-5.5 hours! The diaper
rash made it worse. I didn’t talk that whole day.
Sunday they did the same to me only twice as bad. Come Monday morning I
was changed into a fresh diaper-2.5 inches thick and then added extra
diaper absorbency pads-but not as much as the weekend. All of the big
boy shirts were dirty so I wore a baby shirt. Homeroom my pants ripped
revealing my cute diaper. Everyone already knew I wore diapers but they
laughed still. I blushed. I had to walk to the dorm without any pants
and showing how big-small-of a baby I am. The door was locked and they
couldn’t find the keys so they sent me back to school. By now I had
already lost both bladder and bowl control. I’ve had 6 diaper changes
in 1 school day. This meant that now it was required of me to wear
diapers. Back at the dorm Brad and Alex admired the work they had done
with my regression from a normal freshman to a baby freshman. I curled
up on my bed and blubbered. Now I’ll never escape being babied. They
won’t bother potty training me. If they did Alex and Brad would cheat
and regress me down to the level of an infant…AGAIN. I can barely talk
anymore. I need speech therapy because my voice sounds babyish. I
haven’t grown or slept much due to the humiliating torture Brad and
Alex do to me. At least I help the secretary constantly. She practices
being a mother to me. When her own baby is born I think she’ll do fine.
Hey at least most of the girls now at the school say I’m cute and want
to hold me.
There’s actually a few girls I wouldn’t mind if they changed my
diapers! I allow a few pretty girls to pat my diaper and feed me. Brad
and Alex get annoyed that I get attention for being such an adorable
little toddler. The guys saw the girls treating me kindly so Brad and
Alex strapped me down to my bed till dinner and gave me 7 full baby
bottles of liquid laxatives with 8 dissolved laxative pills all mixed
in the same baby bottle to suck on, 3 pooping pills up my butt and was
given an enema Till I finished drinking my bottles.
“I hate you!” I screamed between sucks on the baby bottle.
“This will teach you to mess with our girls!” Alex shouted. I started
to whimper in fear.
“What if my diaper leaks?!” I sobbed. Alex gave me something to drink
to help me pee.
“Shut up and suck on your bottle!” Alex screamed. I sadly obeyed.
“Don’t worry. You’re gonna be diapered like you were last weekend. It
won’t leak. If it strangely does leak you’re lying on plastic sheets
and we ain’t gonna change you. Have fun pooping and peeing yourself.”
Alex laughed and removed the enema hose while Brad diapered me the same
as last weekend. Brad smacked my diapers. This will probably be the
most I’ve ever pooped in my entire young life. I obviously tugged at
the restraints in every direction with discomfort. I didn’t want to do
this but it would happen. I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself. So
now I lie here strapped to my bed back in my overdone bulky diapers
messing myself like never before thinking back to how this all started
as punishment for getting in trouble with my parents. Honestly life
here is sort of better in a strange way. Life at home was boring.
Nothing big ever happened. I always wished some big change of living
would happen. Well as the people say: Be careful what you wish for it
just might happen…in a strange way |
A desperation story I wrote in an unusual setting. Hope you don't mind the length, and enjoy!
Commander Staci Kyle of the Sub-Autonomous Space Station Sultano scratched the visor of her space helmet as she hastily jammed it into her equipment locker. It was a stupid mistake that she would not have usually made, but she was a little distracted at this point – she needed to pee very badly.
Staci was coming off of a five-and-a-half hour space walk to replace damaged solar panels outside of the ship. Her urge to pee had steadily mounted the whole time but she had never let on and hadn’t let it distract from the work. Still, it had been very uncomfortable and her space suit had prevented her from crossing her legs to gain some relief.
A spacewalk is exhausting and dehydrating, and Staci had been sipping water the whole time to stay hydrated, despite her mounting urge. By the end, the vibrations of her power drill as they rocked and jostled her suit had been torture.
Now she was floating in zero gravity in the equipment bay, her two subordinates from the space walk having fortunately come in before her – as commander, she was last in. Her auburn hair was matted with sweat to her forehead and her regulation jumpsuit was sticking to her. She felt dampness around the waistband of her bikini panties but fortunately that was the only dampness so far. But perhaps not for long.
The equipment stowed, the only thing on her mind now was reaching the lavatory. She quickly floated down the hallway from the equipment lockers toward the crew dormitories. She pushed herself off from handrails and the rims of hatches as she went, sending herself hurtling toward relief as fast as she dared. When not in use, her hands were wringing the fabric of her jumpsuit nervously.
Getting to the toilet was everything. As commander, she could never live down the embarrassment of wetting herself, and the ocean of pee inside of her, if released into her clothes, would surely result in thousands of droplets. Some would be absorbed but her bladder was so full, and there would be so much liquid, that certainly a lot would float around and make a mess. Some drops might even short out electronics.
“Come on, come on,” she mumbled to herself as she forced this appalling thought from her mind and sailed toward relief. The lavatory was getting close. Just to the end of the hallway, then a short float up to another compartment, and it would be through the hatch on the right.
Gaining relief would be a difficult process in zero gravity, but one Staci had accomplished hundreds of times. First she would hook her feet into straps near the floor and wriggle her jumpsuit and panties down to her ankles, from where they would float back up approximately to her knees. Next, she would pull herself onto the toilet, but this was only engaged for solid waste. Once sitting, she would strap herself down and reach for a vacuum device on a hose, apply it to her crotch, and wait a few moments for it to rev up. After about ten seconds, (often a painful wait with relief so close at hand), the device would be ready and she could let go, spreading her legs as wide as the awkward position of her jumpsuit would allow. Then it was a matter of chasing down any rogue droplets that had escaped the suction of the nozzle and disinfecting it.
It was a bit of a process in regular situations but now, in her desperate state with her urine begging for release, it was going to be torture. Seeing the toilet always seemed to relax her bladder in anticipation of relief, but here in space there was about an additional minute between making it into the toilet and actually peeing.
Staci knew from experience how challenging it was to go through the steps while desperate. As a young cadet, she had once awoken with a fierce urge to pee and flown headlong into the lavatory compartment. Straining against the pressure inside of her, intimidated and panicking at the thought of the long, as-yet-unpracticed bathroom process, she had simply locked her feet into the straps, pulled her panties aside to make room for the nozzle, and let go. It had made a bit of a mess.
Thinking about this, Staci felt a jolt of urgent pressure that resolved as a stinging pain. It was going to be another photo finish and she was glad none of the crew was around to see this embarrassing dash. She was at the end of the hallway. The lavatory compartment was directly overhead and through a side hatch. As she kicked off of the floor, bringing about another urgent signal from her bladder, she heard a disheartening sound: the solid waste disposal unit being revved up in the lavatory. Someone else was in there!
Staci prayed that whoever it was would be quick. Reaching the hatch, Staci knocked. The shy, Russian-accented voice of Ensign Yulia Yushteshenko spoke: “I- I’m in here.”
“Damn it,” Staci swore under her breath, clutching desperately at her crotch with both hands as she floated a bit further up the cabin and away from the hatch. “Are you going to be long?” She asked.
“I just got in here. Sorry, commander.”
The solid waste compactor was complicated to operate even for Staci, and she knew that Ensign Yulia, on her first ever voyage, would take a particularly long time. There was no way Staci could wait for her without having an accident. She didn’t even feel like she could wait another ten seconds. Staci scrunched up her delicate face with its small upturned nose as another wave of bladder pressure hit her. She needed to pee now! There was no way she could wait out here. She would have to head to dormitory two, clear on the other side of the space station.
Staci pushed off as hard as she could down the hall. “Damn it, god damn – DAMNDamndamn!” Staci’s call started as a curse and then became faster and resolved into a squeal of pain as she felt an incredible, burning urge to pee. Even back when she had barely made it into the lav as a cadet, she had not had to go this badly.
Staci pushed herself off of the walls as hard as she could, traveling at about the speed of a run, bouncing and careening desperately off of bulkhead walls, up and down vertical tubes in a race against her body. On straightaways, she twisted her legs around into a tight knot with her hands jammed hard in between, gripping her pussy with all her might. She let her momentum carry her through the air in this hunched over position.
Staci was in this twisted little ball as she approached the door to the lavatory in dormitory two. Fortunately, no one was around. She was breathing fiercely and rapidly through her nose, sweating, her face scrunched up in agony. She was going so fast that she had to remove her hands from her crotch to arrest her movement when she slammed into the lavatory hatch.
“Thud!”
The jarring collision almost caused her to start peeing. Her momentum reduced, she threw her hands back into her crotch, bent over double, and half, shrieked, half whimpered as she fought off an urge that seemed to sear her pussy. Her feet kicked in the air as she floated against the wall.
She mumbled a mantra under her breath: “Please, please, please, please, please – oh god.” Once the urge passed, Staci released her grip on herself with one hand to hit the button to the lavatory’s automatic sliding hatch and pull herself in. Once inside, she kicked backward to hit the button to shut the hatch and engage the privacy lock, which brought her floating right above the toilet in the cramped little room.
Seeing these accessories was too much for her overworked bladder and Staci lost a hot, quick spurt into her underwear.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, as she grabbed herself and twisted desperately while trying to regain control. The momentum of this carried her into a forward somersault. She reached one of her hands around and under her tight, athletic ass while the other ground into her swelling pussy lips on the front.
The spurt or pee tapered off but now Staci was upside down, facing away from the toilet and the urine nozzle, and about to start peeing all over herself, her clothes, and the three dimensional space of the room. Her panicked, twitching legs kicked desperately against nothing in the air above her head.
With one shaking hand, keeping the other on her aching pussy, she haltingly tugged at the zipper of her jumpsuit, bringing it all the way down to her bellybutton, revealing her sweat-soaked black tanktop sticking to her skin. Now she had to let go of her crotch to wiggle her arms out of the jumpsuit and pull it down. She whimpered the whole time, complicating it with her rushed, panicky movements, and her legs were twisted around and desperately kicking in the air as she performed this maneuver.
She moaned and exhaled sharply when she was done, pulling the jumpsuit down past her hips with one hand as the other flew back to squeeze the damp crotch of her panties. She felt her close-cropped pubic hair through the thin material. The jumpsuit material floated in a bunch back up around her ass. Her legs were curled completely underneath her under her ass.
“EIEE!” Staci shrieked in pain as yet another hot, burning spurt of urine shot out of her tortured peehole, through her fingers, and out into the atmosphere. Droplets floated directly through the soaked fabric of her panties and out on either end. This was it. She was peeing!
There was no time for the proper procedure. Staci grabbed the urine nozzle, switched it on, and shoved it against her panties before it was fully engaged, against her quavering, struggling vagina, just as her floodgates opened.
Even over the low hum of the nozzle, Staci could hear a loud hissing sound coming from between her vaginal lips. The roaring stream of urine was soaking her panties, seeping up her ass, sticking her panties to her legs and butt, and soaking her jumpsuit and escaping in droplets into the lav.
Staci cried with pleasure.
In the front, a torrent was roaring straight through her panties and into the urinary device, though many drops were floating out on either side, some coming up to the level of Staci’s face, others hitting her tanktop and soaking in there.
At the moment, Staci didn’t care. She shut her eyes and exhaled sharply several times, as at orgasm, as spurt after spurt of pee thrashed out of her overtaxed body. She floated forwards and sideways as she relaxed the muscles in her legs and her lips pursed into a quivering smile.
The relief was incredible.
When she was done, Staci chased down the many rogue drops floating around and pulled her spattered jumpsuit back up over her soaking panties. There were significant wet spots in the front, her ass, and on her thighs, but at least she hadn’t made a mess near any important equipment.
She gave a final sigh as she considered her sore and throbbing abdomen and floated as fast as possible to her quarters.
Edited June 10, 2014 by Jimmy Lang
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I've just published "A Taste For Desperation" for Kindle and Kobo. Here's chapter 1 for you all to give you your own taste! And thanks to all of you who buy my watersports books when they're published. Without your support I wouldn't be able to keep writing. Anyway on with the story...
My best friend has borrowed my laptop but I forgot to delete my watersports videos. I'm worried she'll see them and discover the clips of me wetting myself for online forums. My love of desperation came from the day I was stuck on the bus watching another woman try not to wet herself. Ever since then I've loved omorashi but I don't know if my friend will be disgusted with me or maybe this is my chance to meet someone who'll let me pee on them...
Chapter 1 - An Eventful Bus Journey
If I could offer you one piece of advice it would be this, if you're going to lend your laptop to someone, make sure you've deleted all your bookmarks, your videos and your internet history first. Especially if some of those videos consist of you standing in the bath, wetting your see through panties and touching yourself. I wish I'd remembered to get rid of those more than any others. It's so embarrassing. I've got to go round to Jo's house and collect my computer from her in ten minutes and from what she said on the phone, she knows everything about my secret fetish, the one I've never told anyone about, the one I've tried so hard to keep to myself.
I first developed my love of desperation because of a simple traffic jam. I wasn't even driving. I was a passenger on the park and ride bus sitting next to a complete stranger. She was nineteen or twenty, leaning her head against the window in the blazing sun as we crawled through the roadworks on Carson Street. It had been a nightmare along there for weeks ever since they'd started replacing the gas pipes but today seemed worse than ever. It had been forty minutes and we'd barely made it halfway down the road, the only sound that of beeping horns and endless drilling. It would have been quicker to walk, quieter too as I could have cut down to the riverside path. There was no chance now though. Some people had asked the driver to let them off. Another one was about to ask by the looks of things.
It was a middle aged woman holding her tartan shopping bag in her hand as she shuffled on the spot as near to the door as she could get.
"Can't you just open the door and let me out here please? I need to...go."
The driver shook his head and sighed. "Listen love, I'll tell you what I told the rest, I'm only allowed to stop at a designated point. It'll be my head if someone at the depot finds out I'm letting you all out any which where."
"But-"
"No. Look, we're moving again. Won't be long now."
He jerked into gear and we edged forward another few inches. The woman remained standing, shuffling on the spot and making me frown as I wondered why she was so uncomfortable.
"I bet she needs to pee," the girl next to me said.
"Excuse me?" I replied, turning to look at her. Now I could see her face properly, I saw how drop dead gorgeous she was. Her long blonde hair cascaded down the back of her neck and her face had that statuesque beauty to it, like a Greek goddess. Her top was so loosely low cut, as she leant forward I could see straight down it to the shapely curve of her breasts inside. Despite the size of her boobs, she obviously chose not to wear a bra. In the second it took me to scan her face and body, something felt out of place and whilst trying to work out what it was I missed what she said.
"Sorry, what was that?"
"I said, I bet she's not as desperate for the toilet as I am."
"Oh right."
It clicked in my mind then. It was her legs in her tiny faded blue denim shorts. Her knees were jiggling up and down. She needed the toilet and so did the woman at the front. So did I for that matter but I was clearly nowhere near as desperate as these two.
We crawled forward another few feet and the woman at the front tried again.
"Please can you let me out? I really need the bathroom." Her face was flushing as she said it, clearly embarrassed to have to mention her desperation in front of the whole bus but it made no difference. The driver just shook his head and she was forced to start walking up and down the aisle to try and control herself.
As she walked past me, I got a closer look at her and I felt a strange tingling inside me. Maybe it was her loss of self-control, no longer caring how she looked to those around her in her desire to hold in her pee, maybe it was the sense of power the bus driver seemed to hold over her, like something in Fifty Shades. For all I knew this was just role play and the two of them were a happily married couple.
I felt a slight tingle deep in my tummy as she turned at the back of the bus and began shuffling past me, her legs wriggling in her miniskirt, causing it to ride up and flash a length of her thigh. As she reached the front again, she shuddered and I heard her mutter to herself. She shoved her hand between her legs and began squirming on the spot. Everyone on the bus was watching her now, she had captured our attention and I felt that tingle inside me again as we lurched forward and stopped barely another foot down the road.
We all watched as the woman began to bounce up and down, her hand clamped between her legs the entire time, lifting her skirt higher as she spun round towards the door, as if willing it to open. The engine rumbled louder as the driver revved the accelerator, then slammed to a halt again as a cyclist swerved in front of the bus.
The driver hit the horn, a blast of noise filling the air. The woman in the aisle gasped and muttered something and then looked down at the floor at her feet, her head hung in shame.
I gasped too at the sight before me. A pool of urine had appeared on the floor, it must have run down the woman's leg. Beside me the girl was trying not to giggle as she shuffled back and forth on her seat, sitting on her hands, unable to take her eyes off what was happening, despite her own discomfort.
The bus had stopped again but the woman had lost control completely by now, not moving as the pool at her feet grew wider before trickling down towards the front of the bus. There was an audible hissing sound coming from her as she refused to look anyone in the eye, arms hanging limply at her sides as she continued to wet herself in front of the entire bus.
"Oh god," the girl next to me whispered. "That's so disgusting. And you want to know what's worse? If we don't move soon I might be next."
I hope you liked chapter 1. You can read more here.
Love Luna
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This is a story - the first fictional account I've written. I've tried to be descriptive (because that's what I like) but I don't know if it is too long for people. Let me know, feedback helps!
I originally posted it on another website but the emphasis is on the desperation not the peeing. I thought it might be better here.The basis of the story is from something a friend told me happened to them a while ago, with some embellishments and alterations, so it counts as sufficiently fictional.Leah was a multi-talented 18-year old. She lived in the suburbs of London and was an only child to two decidedly middle-class parents. She did well at her studies, having obtained three A grades at 'A' level the previous summer. However, rather than heading straight off to uni, she decided to spend some time travelling, and would start her studies this September. She'd returned from her travels just before Christmas and in the New Year got a job as a waitress in a pub/cafe in the neighbouring area. Although her parents were sufficiently well off that money wasn't an issue, she was determined to be independent and earn her own money to save for uni.Brains weren't all she had - with curly dark brown hair down to the small of her back, freckles, a size 8/32B figure standing 5"2' high, she had always been popular with the guys. She was a sensible girl though, and had only had one serious relationship, although he had since moved away. She spoke with a relatively well spoken accent and was regarded by all - from boys her age to the old ladies she served sometimes at work - as absolutely lovely.She left her house early in the morning to work her 8am-6pm shift. She yawned as she got in, as she'd been working an awful lot lately, picking up extra hours. Her parents were keen to stress the importance of her studies when she went away, so she wanted to save up money now.Her morning was reasonably quiet, and she served breakfast and mid-morning teas to the few customers there were. She was still quite tired, but a couple of coffees helped with that. Although some of the waitresses liked to lounge about in the back room on quiet shifts, Leah was a very conscientious employee - she would always find something to do, replenishing condiments, polishing tables or re-stocking drinks cupboards.Lunchtime was reasonably busy and she had to be on the ball - there being only one waitress at quiet times - to keep things running smoothly. By this point all the coffee she had drunk had started to get to her, but there wasn't time to take a toilet break. Being an old building which had been converted, the toilets were down in the basement, and the staff toilets further along the basement still.By 2pm, her lunch hour, she was quite desperate and as soon as her cover arrived she went down to the staff room in the basement and had a long wee. She wore a black shirt, black tight trousers as her uniform. Underneath was a white and black polka-dot bra and a pair of pretty pink lacey knickers. She sighed happily as she relieved herself, having been waiting for quite some time.She sat eating her lunch and had some fruit juice whilst she read her magazine and caught up on her phone. As her break was almost over she thought it'd be sensible to go for another wee, although when she sat down there wasn't much to come out, so she pulled her trousers and knickers up and went back to work.She got back to the bar and collected her keys and pager ready for the last three hours of her shift. It should be quite easy, she thought, since the late shift waitress started at 4pm ready for the evening rush, and she would finish at 6pm before it got too busy.The afternoon proved busy and very warm, and Leah was kept on her feet all the time, stopping only for a brief drink of cool juice behind the bar. There was a promotion on at the moment, and it seemed that lots of people had come to take advantage of it. Finally a quiet moment arrived and she decided she had enough time to run downstairs and have a quick wee. As she entered the staff area she heard a shout "Leah!". It was Sue, the manageress. She explained that Steph, the late shift waitress, had called in sick "as per usual". Would she be able to work a double shift until 10pm? She was already quiet tired and looking forward to going home - but she could do with the overtime and Sue looked fed up enough as it was. "Yeah, alright, I'll stay until 10.". "That's amazing, you're a lifesaver as usual Leah! I'll come and help you when we start to get busy.". Leah made her excuses to leave but her pager buzzed, signalling the kitchen calling her, so she put the trip to the loo out of her mind and went back serving.From 6pm it started to get busier as people left work. By this time people had finished work and were coming out for dinner and drinks. Leah was being run ragged forwards and backwards serving meals, and any quiet moments were taken up clearing plates and replenishing condiments. Sue came out to help at 6pm, but things were still extremely busy. Leah could hold her bladder for a long time, but it was irritating her. However, every time she thought she could nip off to the toilets, something else came up. There was a quiet moment and Sue suggested she go downstairs and put her feet up for 5 minutes. Leah was more interested in the prospect of a wee!Just as she was walking to the stairs a customer called her over - there had been a mistake with her order. It was disgraceful! She couldn't eat this, there must have been a mix-up in the kitchens! It must be put right, right away! Sue was nowhere to be seen and, kind as she was, Leah went and sorted the problem out. Once this was all over, Sue appeared and reailsed that Leah hadn't taken her break yet. "I'm so sorry, maybe you could go now?". But just at this moment a large number of steaks was plated up and Leah didn't want to disappoint Sue, so she carried on.It got to 9pm and food service stopped. Leah was thankful because this meant her workload going down. However, she remembered that for the last hour of this shift she had to work behind the bar whilst one of the barmen took his break. She remembered only at 9.10pm and asked if she could nip downstairs quickly first? The barman, Matt, was a grumpy sort - she didn't understand why he'd got the job. "My break starts at 9, so I'm off now. It's all yours.". Ignorant sod, she thought. By now she needed a wee quite badly, but could still hold it without any obvious sign of distress. She was kept busy up and down the bar for the duration, as many of the diners wanted after-dinner drinks. As she was at the bar, with the till, she couldn't leave even in a quiet moment. 9.45pm. She only had 15 minutes to go! Surruptitiously, she checked the bus timetable on her phone. Her bus, the 42, was due at 10.15, and it was a 20 minute journey home, so she'd be in bed by 11. She'd even have enough time for a quick wee beforehand. It had started to quieten down, but she noticed that she couldn't really stand still for too long, as she had an increasingly-full bladder.She hadn't reckoned on Matt being an awkward git, though. 10pm came, the end of her shift, and he appeared at the bar, but headed out the door. "Wait, hang on!" she said. "Oh no" he replied "You relieved me 10 minutes late - I'm relieving you 10 minutes late. I'm off out for a fag". "Ignorant bastard" she muttered to herself, reminding herself never to do him a favour ever again. Another customer came and wanted a J20 from the fridge. As she bent down to reach it, she felt her belt press into her bladder, which was extremely painful. "Aaaah!" she thought to herself. She was quite desperate by this point, but had no way of leaving. Whilst she served the next customer she managed to cross her legs without appearing too obvious. She needed to reach a bottle from high above the bar, and stood on tiptoes. She was well aware that her pert arse would give a fine display to the waiting customer. With her trousers and underwear today he'd probably get to see a perfect outline of lacey knickers. As she reached she almost lost control, but quickly regained it before disaster happened. She found the bottle she was looking for and moved her hips into a more comfortable position. She couldn't tip-toe, she'd lose control, she just had to reach with her hands - the material of her shirt running tight over her bra. She remembered she'd have to devote all of her thoughts and energy to holding her bladder. She apologised for the wait when she served the customer, who seemed not at all bothered - the view having made up for the wait. He gave her a tip to "buy yerself a drink at the end of yer shift!". She accepted it gratefully, not saying that she' d be far happier with a wee.
Matt finally relieved her at 10.10pm, to the dot. "Selfish arse" she thought to herself. She realised that she had to dash to catch her bus, otherwise she'd be waiting in the cold for half an hour for the next one. She dashed downstairs, hoping she might have tie for a quick wee, but Sue stopped her on the stairs to thank her profusely for doing a double. By this time Leah couldn't have cared for thanks, she'd much rather have the chance to wee. But time was against her and she only had enough time to grab her coat and bag and run out the door to the bus stop. And lucky she was prompt, because the bus arrived just after she did.She got on, scanned her Oyster and sat down upstairs. She was firmly crossing her legs by now, and needed to take her mind off her bladder, so she put her headphones in. The bus sped out of the town centre where her pub was situated, and gained speed as it went through the countryside towards home. It slowed into the housing estate on the edge of Leah's home area, and turned into a side road. Though it was a 20mph zone the driver was doing at least 30, and there was a >CRASH< as he went over a speed bump. This just made Leah's desperation even more intense. She hadn't had a wee since 2pm this afternoon and had been drinking all afternoon. She thought back to the last time she was this desperate, on a long-distance coach in the US - but at least she'd been drinking alcohol then rather than fruit juice, and she hadn't gone because a friend had kept her talking, rather than an ignorant colleague! Her thoughts were brought down to earth by another >CRASH< as the driver went over another bump. By this point her stomach felt full and painful, and she had to cross her legs.The bus pulled up in a layby about a mile from her house. "This bus terminates here" said the automatic voice. "Please take all of your belongings with you!". She didn't hear this because of the headphones, but very shortly a burly driver appeared and asked her to get off. "But I thought you went to the town centre?". "Aye, normally I do luv. But aven't you 'eard about the roadworks down by the motorway? A'm running late and need ter get back t' garage to av me teabreak on time. Regulations, see". Dejected, she got off the bus and watched the driver speed away. Lucky bastard, she thought. All afternoon she could have gone for a wee, but she was dedicated and conscientious to her customers. This driver reminded her of Matt, who did everything to the book - when it was in his benefit, of course. She stood at the bus stop, alone in the dark - the only other person on the bus having given up and started walking. The next bus was now 10 minutes behind. She thought ironically to herself that she could have had time to have a wee at work before getting the bus, and she'd still be home at the same time. But this didn't help her now. She removed her belt and put it in her bag - the last thing her bladder needed was extra pressure at the moment. 5 minutes to go. She was crossing her legs and pacing up and down the shelter. She started to think pragmatically. 5 minutes to the bus, then perhaps 10 minutes to her home stop, and 5 minutes to get home. She could make it. She'd been holding it for 8 hours by now - another 20 minutes was doable, surely? 2 minutes. She was breathing deeply. 1 minute. She hoped the second driver was as speedy as the first. It felt like everything had been against her today. She started to blame herself - if only she'd been as ignorant as the others! If only that woman hadn't complained about her meal! She didn't care about anything else right now - all that she wanted was to not have to wee so badly!The glorious words "DUE" appeared on the display and sure enough the double-decker appeared around the road. Finally, she thought, she was getting somewhere. But if she thought the first bus driver was an arse, the second one was a jobsworth. She got on and touched her card, but she had run out of credit. "You'll need to pay, madam, those are the rules". Great! She's bumped into another jobsworth who's just going to delay her. She explained that she'd been thrown off the other bus. "A likely story!" said Jobsworth "If you had been thrown off, the driver would have given you a voucher! You can't pull a fast one on me. You must pay the fare, or get off!". Leah put her bag down on the ledge and started fishing out coins for the fare. She could have argued, but she felt that Jobsworth would have none of it and, besides, she just wanted to get home. She was aware of the other passengers tutting and grumbling at her. She was angry - this wasn't her problem! She wanted to get home as quickly as they did! She was desperate!She found the required coins from her bag (not easy whilst trembling and crossing her legs) and paid for a new ticket. This driver was the polar opposite of the first - he was slow and solemn. It was like one of those perfect drivers you read about in the Highway Code. But safety came second to Leah right now - she urgently needed to get home and empty her bladder. As they proceeded through the estate up towards her house, she thought "Well, at least there won't be any pain from the speedbumps!".Her mother called her and asked where she was. Although her parents were away for the night, at a B&B on the coast for her father's work conference, they still kept a protective eye on their daughter. Leah explained that there had been a delay on the bus and she'd be home in about 20 minutes. As she put her phone down it slid off the seat and onto the floor. Although she was something of a feminist, she really hoped that one of the guys travelling on the bus would be a knight in shining armour and pick it up for her - bending down right now was going to be really difficult. But, no such luck. She gingerly moved into the aisle and bent down to retrieve her phone slowly, conscious that she was putting pressure on her bladder. She had a pained look on her face. To add insult to injury, her beltless trousers slipped slightly, showing the first inch or so of her lacey pink knickers. Attractive lingerie was something she prided herself on, but she preferred that it wasn't on display to the teenage boys on the back seat, who wolf-whistled. Normally her feisty self would say something to them, but she didn't care right now. As long as she could get home and pee. A middle-aged lady saw the look on her face as she stood up and leant over - "Are you alright, dear?" "Yea, I'm fine" Leah heard herself say "I'll be ok" as she held her stomach. "Oh, ladies problems. I see" said the old lady, nodding knowingly. If only she did know, thought Leah.The bus passed the local shops and the next stop was hers. Leah had never been quite so happy in all her life. In 10 minute's time, she'd be sitting at home with an empty bladder. She sat on the edge of the plastic seat and rang the bell. She opened her legs slightly and pushed her body down against the plastic, using it to discretely apply pressure to her privates. She didn't want anybody to see her holding herself - it wasn't ladylike!Then, it happened. The bus turned the corner just as a car approached the other way and the driver swerved, briefly mounting the pavement, resulting in a heavy crash as the wheels dropped back to the roadway. The pressure on Leah's crotch disappeared and the shock of the near-crash caused her sphincter to leak a squirt of pee into her knickers. She regained control and somehow shuffled towards the exit door. She got off without a word of thanks to the driver , ignorant bastard. She thought that Matt, her selfish colleague, should apply for a job with them.Leah still had five minutes walk to her house, and she was beyond desperate. She hadn't been to the toilet in over 8 hours and was absolutely bursting for a wee. Her bladder was screaming at her for relief. She started to walk as quickly as she could, whilst maintaining pressure on her crotch. An old couple on the other side of the road looked at her disapprovingly - she must have looked drunk, although all she'd had was three coffees, two fruit juices and a few pints of water. "All" she'd had.She walked down the side street and got to the cross-roads, when she felt an involuntary contraction and another squirt of wee escaped into her knickers. She realised that her bladder must have reached its absolute physical capacity and was slowly leaking as more was added. She slipped her right hand down her trousers and jammed it on her crotch, her knickers already wet to touch. She walked across the road and onto the path which lead to her road. She took a step onto the path and felt another spasm. She realised that she had no other option, she had to relieve herself now, before her tortured overfull bladder emptied itself. She shuffled over the five meters to the tennis courts, which were surrounded by bushes and afforded a modicum of privacy. She would have looked an absolute sight - walking in a totally cross-legged way, with a hand down her trousers.Leah considered herself ladylike and the idea of weeing outside was almost alien to her. In fact, the first and last time she'd done it was a year or so previously, at a party in some fields. She'd realised there were absolutely no toilets nearby and her friend Emily had kindly shown her how to squat in a bush. She wasn't the sort of girl to pop a squat in an alleyway anywhere. Sure, she had been desperate a few times on the way home from a night out, but never this bad.She dropped her handbag and coat on the tarmac, then shuffled over a few feet. She unbuckled the fastening of her trousers - sod the bloody zip being awkward at the worst time! - and then lowered her knickers to her knees. She noticed a large patch of wetness where she had involuntarily let loose.As she squatted she tried to move away from where she left her bag, to avoid it getting wet. She was holding in with all her might by this point. She looked down, holding as hard as she could, and noticed that a slow trickle was leaking out of her pained sphincter, dribbling down onto the tarmac. She stayed there, being amazed at how it was still leaking despite her holding quite so hard. She shuffled away another step, leaving a trail behind her. She decided this was it - time to relieve herself. She relaxed, but nothing happened. Her body, having been saying "hold it, hold it, hold it" for the last 6 hours had almost forgotten there was any other state!And then the floodgates opened. There was a hissing sound as a fine stream started, followed by a heavy torrent which looked like a small firehose. Finally, after all these hours, her pained bladder was releasing. Leah looked down at the stream emerging from her and was amazed that she could hold so much. She sighed deeply from the relief. She was quite used to holding for a long time, but this really took the biscuit. Her petite form was squatting over a vastly-forming puddle. Her curly brown hair, which had many guys hooked from first setting eyes on her, rested over her arched back, just stopping above her bare bottom. Her deep blue eyes were wide with relief. And she continued to urinate profusely. The gushing stream, complete with hiss, continued. She was worried the hissing from the escaping pee would be audible to anybody who might be passing at this time of night. The gushing stream died down and a steady flow replaced it. Her poor bladder, which had held on for 8 hours, was still very full and emptying slowly. She was astounded at the amount of time she'd been weeing for; her knees were getting stiff from squatting for so long! At the same time she was glad she'd made the decision to give up and squat when she did. If she'd have tried to stay the course and get home, she'd probably have ended up having an embarrassing accident - and a major one at that.After a very long time the steady flow gave way to a series of ongoing squirts as her bladder finally emptied itself. It still ached intensely, from the extreme pressure which it had been under. Squirt after squirt continued as her bladder emptied the final remaining contents onto the floor, to add to the considerable puddle.After a couple of minutes, Leah was sure she'd finished. She took a deep breath and took in the feeling of an empty bladder. She had been on the verge of a massive accident - in fact she'd started having one. She didn't have any tissues to wipe with, but when she inspected her knickers she realised there wasn't much of a problem. She gingerly pulled her knickers up, feeling an unpleasant coldness where the wet patch touched her privates. She pulled up her trousers - but didn't bother with the belt. She stepped carefully away from the puddle on the ground and looked in astonishment at how much she'd been holding in. She didn't believe she could keep so much in.As Leah left the tennis courts she rejoined the main path, walking towards her home. She noticed how it was much easier to walk now her bladder was empty! She reached home, unlocked and went up to her room, removing her trousers and shirt. She stood in her bra and knickers assessing the damage - luckily her knickers had soaked up the leakage, her trousers weren't affected at all. Her knickers were wet underneath, with a wet patch rising up both front and back sides, the material clinging to her privates.Although her bladder had been emptied she soon had a desperate urge to wee again. Being home alone there was no problem - but she felt herself leaking as she ran to the bathroom, and plonked hersef on the toilet to let another long stream loose. She figured her poor bladder had been holding on for so long, it was weak and in need of rest!Leah stood in the bathroom in her bra and knickers, removing them and putting them in the wash before running a relaxing hot bath. As she did her mum rang again and Leah had to assure her that she was fine, she'd just been delayed. "Oh good" said her mother "I was worried there might have been some accident! You know how I worry". Leah smiled - her mum didn't know the accident that so nearly happened! |
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Chapter 1: A Nightmare come True
A loud clap of thunder awakened me from my slumber and I immediately sat up in my bed as a soft gasp exhaled from my mouth. A raging storm of thunder and lightning permeated the night sky and my bedroom with its anger along with a heavy shower of rain and hail pouring from the storm clouds at a steady pace, hitting the ground with a sound as loud as a rock slide. Almost instantly, I realized another reason to be awake; I really needed to pee, quite badly and I pulled my bladder muscles together. Why didn’t I pee before I went to sleep? I kicked myself for this as I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. The time was 3:52 AM, way too early for me to be awake but I was bursting to pee and since I was frightened by heavy storms, I was reluctant to leave the sanctity of my bed.I clutched my pillow tightly and whimpered as I looked around my bedroom, where shadows of my furnishings flashed on my light colored walls. A strong urge hit my bladder, causing me to grab myself in the crotch of my cream colored pajama pants and squirm in place. I desperately wanted to get up to go to the bathroom but my fear made it hard for me to leave my bed and I could only rock myself to subside the feeling, which was getting stronger by the minute. Come on, Maddy! Just get up and go! But I’m so afraid… I fought with myself. I had no choice, the fury of the storm outside didn’t show signs of stopping any time soon and I was about to pee on the bed.Both of my hands grabbing my girlhood now, I slowly scooted off of the bed, placed my bare feet onto the cold hardwood floor, and stood up. Okay, I’m just going to go really fast and… Oh my god! I gasped loudly when a loud crack of thunder almost made me fall back onto the bed and I accidentally let a spurt of pee escape into my panties. No! I’m going to make it, just a little ways further. I quickly but barely gained back control and started hobbling towards my bedroom door, trying to walk as fast as I could while holding myself as tightly I could. I was hunched over and could barely even lift my feet off of the ground to move at a decent pace and every step I took I felt like I was going to lose control of my bladder.My heart raced and my body shock from the uneasy feeling I’ve always gotten during a heavy storm such as this one. I’ve always felt like the house would be struck by lightning and catch fire, or the wind would blow the house away, or worse. I made it to my bedroom door and pulled a hand out from my legs to turn the knob quickly so I could jam it back between them. I fumbled with the knob, trying to open the door but it wouldn’t budge an inch no matter which way I turned the knob. Ooh, why won’t it open, I have to pee so badly! I bit my bottom lip and wedged my hand back into my crotch as another spasm hit my bladder and another burst of pee jetted out into my clutched hands, dampening the fabric of my pajamas. Noo! I can’t wet myself! I have to keep trying… I crossed my leg over the other and pulled my hand out that was damp with urine and shaking with fear.I again tried opening the door and pulling as hard as my weak, shaking body would allow with one hand only to be denied from exiting once again. Another spurt leaked out and formed with the wet spot already on my pajamas. Noooo! Don’t pee! I shoved my hand back into my crotch and bounced in place, wondering why the door wouldn’t open and desperately trying to not have an accident. I scanned over the wall where the door should have been as the lightening lit up the area; it appeared that the door was gone, but the knob was still there. What… where’s the door…?My confusion was soon interrupted when I felt an incredibly stronger-than-before twinge in my abdomen and I dropped to my knees to try and suppress the flood which was seemingly unavoidable now. I sat on my legs and firmly grasped my crotch, pressing my fingers inside of my girlhood to bear down on my pee-hole.I shut my eyes tightly as the pressure from my pee forcefully pushing its way out became too much and started coming out in long gushing blasts, soaking my pants. I… can’t… hold it…! Tears welled in my eyes as I had no choice but to wait for the inevitable caused by my silly fear of storms. Then it happened. Warm urine gushed out like an erupting geyser and poured over my hands, completely drenching my clothes and pooling under me. I could almost hear the hissing sound from the saturation of the fabric over the storm. Desperately, I tried to pull back on my bladder, but the force of the stream was too much and there was nothing I could do to keep from fully wetting myself right there, just right around the corner from my bathroom. I… can’t believe that I’m peeing myself… I cried as I sat there completely mortified and frozen in place for what seemed like hours wishing I could wake up from this nightmare.At that very moment, I seemed to have had my wish granted as I was no longer balled up on the floor in front of my door nor could I hear the rolling thunder outside. The only thing I heard were a couple of birds chatting with each other outside as I slowly opened my eyes to a brightly lit room filled only with the rays of the morning sun coming from the window. I was back in my bed, safe and sound.“Just another nightmare…” I said with a relieving sigh as I sat up in bed and stretched my arms out with a high-pitched yawn. I was still rattled from the seemingly real mind-state, but I often had nightmares with storms. Shortly after I put my arms back down, I felt damp under where I was sitting and pulled the coverings up. I knew what had happened before I saw the bed and my crotch soaked with pee and my heart began pounding, nearly bursting out of my chest. I covered my mouth as I gasped; I hadn’t wet the bed since I was a little girl. Without hesitation or thinking, I jumped out of bed and yanked my wet pajamas off of my sticky, glistening legs and tossed them in my dirty clothes bin then made a mad dash to the bathroom for a quick shower.As I turned on the shower and began taking off my top, the sound of the running water almost instantly brought my need to pee back. I plopped down on the toilet right behind me and let my bladder muscles contract, giving way to the straggling urine that I somehow managed to keep inside of me. The urine trickled out of me slowly at first before speeding up to a steady stream and mixed with the clear water below, making it a light shade of yellow. Still mortified, I began wondering how I was going to clean the pee stain off of my bed before my parents see it. Thankfully they were still asleep as far as I know. 30 seconds later, the pee slowed down to a slight tinkle before finally stopping. I flushed the toilet and hopped in the shower.I already had a proper shower last night before bed so I concentrated on washing my girlhood and the area around it, eliminating the icky sticky feeling that I hadn’t felt in many years when I last wet the bed. My mind instantly took me back to that horrible moment of my life. I was about 10 years old or so and I had a lot of soda before bed that night while I was watching a movie with my best friend, Haley. I was so tired after her mom picked her up that I forgot to use the toilet and went straight to bed. I was awakened by my mother shaking me and telling me to wake up and that I had wet my bed. I was so embarrassed that I cried and locked myself in the bathroom before my dad unlocked it and we all had a long discussion about how I needed to use the toilet before bed each night. As the years went by, I was able to wake up when I needed to urinate in the middle of the night… but not this time.I quickly shook off this thought, hoping that it was just a one time occurrence and nothing similar would ever happen again. I turned off the water and dried and wrapped myself with a towel then headed back to my room to put on clean clothes. My closet door was already opened; I let the towel fall off of my squeaky clean body as I looked at myself in the mirror hanging on in the inside of the door and began brushing my brown shoulder length hair that flowed over my petite, pale skinned frame. The weather was mildly warm outside so I put on a light colored pair of loose fitting jeans over a fresh pair of undies and slipped on a red baby-doll t-shirt after shamefully looking over my pathetic a-cups.Glancing at the clock on my bedside table, I noticed that I had 30 minutes to rid my bed of the incriminating pee stain that stretched over a good three quarters of the width of my light blue sheet. I yanked it off and threw in the basket with my wet pajamas before walking out of my bedroom to fetch some cleaning supplies from downstairs. I was so relieved to see that my parents were still in bed as usual and I grabbed a bottle of fabric cleaner and a cleaning pad. I traipsed back to my room and started using the supplies on the bare wet mattress until it was free of the urine stain. After I finished, I let out a big sigh of relief and gathered the cleaning supplies along with my dirty linens and clothes, then quietly walked down stairs again to toss them in the washer. As I was putting the fabric cleaner up, I heard someone walking my direction. Panicking, I quickly put the bottle in the upper cabinet and accidentally knocked over various items as an avalanche of cleaning utensils dumped over me and onto the floor below. I started picking them up when my mom showed up at the laundry room door. My heart began racing and I become nervous that she would see my wet sheets and pajamas.“Madison? What are you doing, are you okay?” She asked, concerned.“Nothing! J-Just doing some laundry before school.”I continued to pick up the items, dropping a couple from my shaking arms and laid them on the shelf in an unorganized fashion. I disregarded the fallen bottles and quickly put my wet sheets in the washer before I noticed the smell of urine permeating the small room.“Why does it smell like urine in here? And didn’t we wash all of the sheets on Tuesday?” She looked down at the pajamas and picked them up before I could stop her. I flushed bright red on my cheeks as I couldn’t do anything but wait for her next response.“It’s nothing… I didn’t…” There was nothing I could say to save me now, she had noticed the wet stains on my pajamas.“Nothing? These smell of pee. Did you wet the bed, Madison? I thought you were over that.” She looked at my bright red cheeks and my body shook from horror. It was bad enough when I wet the bed at 10 but even worse at 16. I wished that the washer would have turned into a monster and ate me up right then. I looked down in shame.“I… don’t know… yeah.” My voice shook as I spoke and every second that passed felt even worse than the last. I held back my tears and said nothing more as she scanned over my peed clothes.“Get your shoes on and go to school before you’re late. I’ll take care of this. If this keeps up, you’re going to the doctor. You shouldn’t be wetting the bed at such an age.” She said as she intently looked over each wet article and scoffed at them before dropping them in the washer.I slowly headed towards the front door as I walked away from one of the most embarrassing moments of my life and hoped this will all be forgotten soon. I slipped on my brown leather sandals and grabbed my school bag then headed out the door to the bus stop. The horrible moment that just passed kept playing over and over in my head as I waited for the school bus no matter how much I tried to forget about it. At least I’ll get to see my best friend Haley as soon as I get on the bus. I really needed her right then. I folded my arms across my chest and soon, the bus arrived and I walked up the dirty steps behind the folding doors, ignored the old-aged bus driver when he creepily smiled at me like always, and found Haley, smiling at me in a much more pleasant way as I sat down next her. I gave her a half smile and sat my bag in my lap as the bus drove off. It was only a matter of moments before Haley took notice that something was the matter as I expected her to.“What’s wrong, Maddy? You don’t look like your normal, cheery self today…” She looked at me with a concern that already begun to calm me down. I knew I could tell her anything, but I didn’t want anyone on the bus to over hear.“Err…” I looked around us and realized we were far enough out of earshot from the few other people on the bus. The closest person was a boy with headphones on a few seats back.“I uh… wet the bed last night…” I whispered to her.“Oh… is that all? Don’t worry Maddy, it happens.” She put her hand on my shoulder and I immediately felt so much better. I smiled a bit more as I looked at her. She had longer hair than me, auburn color, that flowed over her body that was a little wider compared to my small frame. More notably her chest, which was a couple of sizes bigger than mine, which I was always jealous of. She was wearing a pair of khaki colored carpenter pants and a green shirt.“I haven’t since I was 10... I was so embarrassed. Especially because my mom found out and made it into a huge deal and told me if it continued that she would take me to the doctor.” I explained to her comfortably.“Moms can be over reactive like that. Don’t worry, accidents happen. Even to Haley.” She warmly smiled at me, making me feel even more better.“Really? When did you last… you know…” I trailed off from my question and wondered if she caught my drift.“What? Had an accident?”I nodded.“Um… I can’t remember, about 13 or 14. Happened in Ms. Swanson’s class, you remember how strict she was on bathroom breaks. I was running late from lunch period and didn’t have time to go to the toilet before her class… and yeah.” She seemed okay with telling me this. I could tell she wanted me to feel better, and I did.“I hope I never have one in public… that sounds super embarrassing.” I said to her and looked outside the window. We proceeded to talk about stupid girl stuff that wasn’t important until the bus finally arrived at our high school and we all got off. Me and Haley went to our separate classes.“See you after school, Maddy!” She waved to me and I smiled and waved back.First period was English, which was a bore as usual but I got through it and Math was second. I liked Math, it always interested me for some reason. Then my favorite period of the day came, Lunch. Unfortunately, I didn’t share any lunches or classes with Haley except Marching Band every other day, which is how we met. She played flute and I played the French horn. I sat down with my poorly prepared chicken patty, tater tots which were surprisingly good and my large bottle of purified spring water from home. I took my time finishing my meal and drank most of my water. I looked at the clock; I still had 45 minutes left of lunch and I was a bit tired so I decided to rest for a little while, make a quick bathroom trip and then head to class. I laid down on my arms and soon, my eyes shut and I drifted off into a light sleep.“Young lady? Wake up.” I faintly heard as my eyesight slowly returned to normal and a figure of a woman was standing next to me.“Huh?” I looked up at the janitor who was sweeping the floors of the empty cafeteria.“You better get to class, you’re late. Lunch has been over for 15 minutes.” She said in a concerned voice.“Oh crap!” I exclaimed as I jumped up from my seat, grabbed my bag and darted out of the room heading towards my 3rd period History class.
As I walked quickly to my class, I felt my bladder give several strong signals that I needed to pee. If only I didn’t fall asleep, I would have had time to use the bathroom then, but I was already late for class. It wasn’t that urgent yet but I could only hope it would stay that way until after class. I knew Mr. Venezuela wouldn't let me leave, especially since I was now late but I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to ask. I walked through the door and all of the students including Mr. Venezuela looked at me. I suddenly didn’t feel brave enough to ask him to let me go so I just sat down as he watched me, waiting to hear my excuse.“Uhm… sorry. I fell asleep at lunch.” I sheepishly said to him, not paying attention to the rest of the class as I pulled out my history text book. He shook his head at me and continued with the lesson and I turned to the page I was supposed to be on. Minutes later, my urge to urinate returned stronger than before and I shifted in my seat to subside the feeling. I had to do this every time my need came back and it became stronger and more difficult to hold each time until I was forced to put a hand in between my legs in order to keep all of my pee inside my bladder. My face turned a shade a red as some of the others took notice to my predicament but I tried not to pay attention to them and focus on the lesson as well as preventing an embarrassing accident. Desperately, I crossed my legs, pressed my hands into my crotch and leaned forward a bit, suppressing the urge a little.More time passed, and I was no longer able to concentrate on the lesson at all but only on my bursting and aching bladder. I was in almost in tears when Mr. Venezuela finally ended the lesson.“Alright that’s it for today, class. Please write down your homework assignment for tonight.” He said. I was so ready to get of class that I didn’t think about the consequences of my next action. I pulled my right hand out of my tightly crossed legs and started to write down our instructions. Instantly a spurt of warm pee gushed out of my and dampened my pants. I groaned, apparently loud enough for everyone to hear including the teacher. Everyone turned to look my way and Mr. Venezuela looked at me with concern. I shoved my hand back where it was.“Is something the matter, Ms. Jennings?” He asked as my cheeks burned red and I was filled with embarrassment. I held back my tears and blurted out my need in desperation.“I’m about to have to have an accident, can I go to the bathroom please?!” I began crying as another spurt of pee escaped my clutches.“Can’t you wait 10 more minutes, class is almost over. You should have asked earlier.” He sternly asked. I knew I couldn’t hold on that long without wetting myself fully. I was already leaking constantly into my panties at this point.“No… I really can’t. It’s coming out!” I exclaimed in a broken and shaking voice as tears dripped down my flushed cheeks. A few students murmured to themselves. I overheard one of them saying ‘She’s going to pee herself.’“Go then. Next time, make sure you have enough time before class to take care of this.”Without thinking and disregarding everyone else, I immediately stood up and headed towards the door. As I fumbled with the door handle, more long spurts of urine came out and began forming a large wet spot between my legs and I jammed my hand back in between them.“No! I can’t hold it anymore!” I said loudly and without any regard to whoever heard it as I dropped to my knees. The flood gates opened and all of my pent up pee poured out of me like a garden hose on full blast, completely drenching my pants and pooling under me. I sat in my pee puddle, frozen in place and in tears as I covered my face with my pee soaked hands. My nightmare came true. I could hear Mr. Venezuela trying to talk to me but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I was lost in my mind, playing back everything that just happened and wishing that the floor would just suck me in. The bell rang a minute later and I was brought out of my thoughts. I stood up quickly, almost slipping in my puddle, grabbed my bag and textbook, and darted out the door. I ran down the hallway and out the side doors, ignoring all of the looks I was probably getting from others and leaned against the light colored brick wall outside, dropping everything in my hands. I bawled my eyes out as I covered myself with my sweater that I pulled out from my bag. Soon after, I heard someone open the very same doors that I came out of and I almost ran away, until I saw who it was.“Maddy?” Haley said.I didn’t say a word but instead threw myself at her and clung to her tightly, crying my eyes out on her shoulder.“It’s okay Maddy… I saw you running down the hallway.” She softly said as she patted my back and hugged me. My crying subsided as she comforted me.“Come on, I’ll walk you back to my house. You can get cleaned up and changed there.” I sighed with relief and nodded as I let go of her. I put my book back in my bag and threw it over my shoulder and we walked to her house. I told her everything that happened along the way. I was thankful that Haley was my best friend, she really comforted me that day.
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Chapter 2: A Night to Remember
I had tied my sweater around my waist, which managed to cover most of my wet jeans, but part of my right pant leg was still exposed in the back. The inside of my sandals were still a little damp, and I could feel my feet sliding across the soaked leather from each step that I took, though they were drying quickly.Haley kept her arm around me, knowing that I was still upset and needed her comfort. As we made the journey to her house, we talked about what happened, my shaky voice betraying just how rattled I was now. The chafing from my damp clothes on… various parts of my lower body, reminded me of everything that had happened that day. Not to mention that it was very uncomfortable.“I just… can’t believe it happened twice… in ONE day…” I exclaimed, still embarrassed about my horrible day. “Haley…” I looked over to her. She was by my right side, her khaki pants brushing against my leg. “What’s wrong with me?” I asked.She looked into my dried up, saddened eyes with concern. I didn’t expect a real answer, I didn’t know what I wanted to hear. All I knew was that I was confused, slightly frustrated and humiliated. Haley looked away from me for a moment, down to the pavement that we were walking on as we turned a corner. We had been walking for nearly thirty minutes now, and all I couldn’t stop dwelling on this mortifying experience.“Maddy, you just had some bad luck today.” She said earnestly; her sympathetic eyes showed her true feelings. “I hate seeing you like this, you don’t deserve any of it.” As she hugged me tight with her left arm again, her embrace felt as comforting as a warm blanket on a cold night.“We’re going to get you cleaned up; you can borrow some of my clothes… in fact…” Haley smiled and looked to me, as if just coming up with a great idea. “Why don’t you stay with me tonight? At my house.” I perked up from my slump as I looked up from her and gazed down the street. We were nearing the end of the last street before we reached her neighborhood as I pondered her request.“Your parents won’t mind?” I inquired as I began to cheer up.“They shouldn't; in fact, I don’t think they’ll even be home. My mom mentioned that she and dad were going out tonight.” She smiled a little more. “We’d have the house to ourselves. What do you think?” It was apparent that Haley wanted me to be with her tonight, and I wanted to as well. I smiled back, for the first time since this morning.“Okay!” I excitedly said. “My mom shouldn’t have a problem with it, but I’ll let her know so she doesn’t blow up my phone later.” I was feeling happier now that I knew this day would soon become better. Haley’s warm embrace still cradled my body as we turned the corner to her street: Wedersilf Way. I don’t know why, but that street name seemed awfully familiar.I took the time before we reached her house to text my mom and tell her I wanted to stay at Haley’s house that night. In no time at all, she had texted me back telling me it was fine and that antifairy of omorashi.org wrote this original fiction. Whatever that meant. What mattered was that I got to stay at my best friend’s house, and that was more than enough to make me happy that day. As we approached the front door to her brown brick home, I stopped her on the porch and looked up to her.“Haley, I really want to thank you for doing all this for me… and.. being here for me.” I looked down at her welcome mat, which was woven into a green and red pattern. Haley looked to me and smiled. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.” I smiled wider this time and she returned the same gesture as she took my hand in hers.“Of course, I will always be here for you, no matter what!” Haley exclaimed, smiling at me.Her warm hand and kind words sent shivers down my spine. It was then that I noticed my clothes had dried almost completely, with only a light stain visible in the sunlight. They still felt uncomfortable, though, and I couldn’t wait to get out of them!After she unlocked the door, we went inside, entering into the living room. Haley’s house was decently sized for her family: a two bedroom, two bathroom house. She was an only child, so she had a bedroom all to herself with her own personal connected bathroom. I was always jealous of this, as my house only had one full bathroom, which my parents and I shared, along with a half bathroom adjoining the laundry room.Haley led me to her bedroom, where we’d probably be spending most of the night. It wasn’t as big as my room at home, but it was still adequate for the two of us. She had a full sized bed on the left side, and a vanity dresser on the right with a laptop on it. Both the bed and the dresser were made from dark mahogany wood that complemented the light colored cream carpet and burgundy painted walls. On another side of the room was a closet with two mirrored sliding doors, one of which was open, showcasing some of Haley’s well maintained and various designer clothes.She turned to face me and sighed. “I bet you’re just absolutely dying for a shower, so use mine.” I looked to the right corner of her room where her bathroom was located. It looked so inviting. “Oh! You need some clothes, let me see what I have for you.” I smiled at her, wondering what she’d pick out for me to wear.“Thanks Haley.” I said, standing behind her as she opened her dresser drawers.After fumbling through her clothes, she pulled out a pair of loose fitting, blue pajama pants and… pink cotton underwear, then handed them to me. I smirked a little at the underwear, which Haley must have caught.“Come on, my ass isn’t that fat, they’ll fit you just fine!” she jokingly stated. I chuckled at her and folded them into the pajamas.“No it’s not that, haha. They’re just cute, is all.” I smiled a little to her.“Well, I’m glad you think my panties are cute, because I’m going to let you keep both of those!” Haley smiled back as she laid down on her bed.“Aww, thank you!” I said as I walked into her bathroom. “Be out in a bit!”I started shutting the door and peeked out at Haley. “And your butt isn’t fat!” I reassured her. She gave a slightly puzzled but appreciative look as I fully shut the door and laid the clothes on the toilet seat behind me. Though her bottom was nice and plumply round like a upside down heart-shaped pillow, definitely easy to spot when she was laying on the bed. Unlike mine which was nearly flat, small, and hardly any shape at all.After taking my sandals off, I laid them by the toilet, sighing softly with regret that I had not gotten the chance to use it today. I then tore the rest of my clothes off and dropped them next to my shoes then turned the shower on, adjusting the temperature to just the way i liked it: warm, but a little hotter than normal. I felt better already, having taken off those chafing pants and underwear. Being naked in someone else’s house was a tiny bit weird, but I felt okay knowing it was Haley’s.As I stepped into the shower and under the pouring water, I let it run all over my body and soak my brown shoulder length hair before I used some of Haley’s lavender scented body wash. It looked like the expensive kind that my mom never bought; she always just bought regular soap bars instead. I washed my entire body with both hands ascending and descending every inch of my pale skin, especially down below.I spent a good 10 minutes washing myself, and letting the water cascade over me. While doing so, I couldn’t help but think about Haley, and everything she did for me. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend than her. She’s always been so nice to me, ever since we first met in middle school, I thought. A lot of friends grow apart after that long, but we had grown closer. I smiled, deep in thought as I washed my girlhood a second time. It felt good. Thinking about Haley made it feel even better…It was about this time that I realized I was pleasuring myself thinking about Haley and it surprised me. I stopped and started asking myself if I really liked her… as more than a friend, that is. She was so pretty, kind, caring, and much more confident and assertive than I was. I don’t know how anyone couldn’t like her. I’d never thought about Haley like this before, or anyone either, really . Needless to say, I was a little confused right then. The worst part was I didn’t know if I should tell Haley or not. What if it made her feel uncomfortable, or these were just exaggerated feelings stemming from her kindness today? I had so many questions, but no answers.After I washed all the soap off my body, I felt a thousand times better than before. I was immaculately clean. All that was lingering was the memory of what happened today at school and my thoughts in the shower just now. It was then that I knew that night might be a little awkward. I quickly shook that thought off though; I didn’t want anything to ruin that night. After drying my wet body off with a large towel, I put on the clothes that Haley had given me and the shirt I had on when I came over. I put my dirty clothes in the basket and walked back into the bedroom.Haley was now laying on her back, propped up against the headboard with a couple of pillows behind her back. She had her laptop on her lap and seemed to be seriously interested in whatever she was looking at. Also, she had changed her clothes while I was in the shower. She was now in red pajama pants and a loose fitting white t-shirt just like I was. Her long auburn hair flowed over her chest with only a couple small locks resting against the pillows. I walked further towards the bed and she smiled as she gazed up at me.“Feeling better?” She inquired as she closed the lid of her computer.“Yeah, you could say that.” I smiled back.“Good!” After putting her laptop aside, she leaned over to her nightstand and grabbed a hair brush.“Come here, sit down and I’ll brush your hair.”She patted the bed in front of her as she switched to a sitting position on the bed, crossing her legs. We always brushed each other’s hair, so this was a normal thing for us to do. I hopped on her bed’s blue comforter and scooted back towards her, also crossing my legs over each other. Haley immediately took hold of my hair and began brushing away.The soft bristles flowed through my damp hair smoothly, like an autumn breeze through… tall grass, or something? I don’t know, I was never good at similes. I do know that it felt very relaxing, though my body was still a little tense. I tried to relax, but I was just too antsy about what I just did less than ten minutes ago. Haley sighed softly.“Relax, Maddy… I can feel you shaking through my hair brush.” She whined, continuing to stroke my hair. I exhaled softly, and was able to calm down a bit. I needed to stop acting suspicious“Don’t be ashamed, we all do it.” Haley said, apparently in reaction to my slight shaking. A wave of shock coursed through my body. She didn’t know, did she? No, she must be talking… about my accident.“Oh, no… I’m fine now. I mean… I’m still a little… um shock-- shook up about it, but…” I couldn’t believe how obvious I must have been right then. Haley stopped brushing, grabbed my shoulders and turned me towards her.“I mean what you did in the shower.” Haley smirked and looked me in the eye. Okay, she definitely knew. I couldn’t hide anything from her. I sighed softly and relaxed my shoulders, looking down at the bed.“How did you know?” I asked curiously. I felt alright about her knowing though, I don’t know why I tried to keep it from her.“You were in there for at least 20 minutes, if not more.” She said, letting go of my shoulders and leaning back against her pillows, running her fingers through the hair brush. I turned to face her.“Oh, right.” I blushed and smirked a little. It definitely didn’t feel like it was 20 minutes, but I guess I lost track of time. I wondered if she knew that I was thinking about her, or someone else. I decided to let her think… whatever she was thinking, for now. Maybe later I could get it off my chest. Haley set the hair brush down on the night stand and situated herself back on the bed, facing me again.“So do you want to watch a movie or something?” She tilted her head and smiled a little. “We could watch ‘Warm Feelings’, I just downloaded it today.” She said, picking up her laptop and setting it in front of her. “Sounded like a good romance movie, I know how much you liked those.”“Sure, I’d love to!” I smiled. I did like romance movies, and I haven’t seen any good ones recently. I scooted back against the soft pillows next to Haley and stretched my legs out across the bed as Haley loaded up the movie in full screen. She then positioned the laptop in between us and the movie started.“Sorry, I don’t have any popcorn, otherwise I’d make some for us…” Haley said looking at me with slight disappointment.“It’s alright… I’m not really that hungry anyway…” I replied, getting comfortable on the pillows. I almost laid down on Haley’s shoulder instinctively, but I stopped myself. Not that I thought that she would mind, but I didn’t want to make things weird between us.During the movie, I found myself wanting to snuggle up to Haley. A mere 3 inches away from her, I could feel her body warmth cascading off her and enveloping over me, and it was almost too enticing to ignore. The movie was getting really good though, so I managed to keep my attention on it. Most of it at least. Every few minutes though, it was getting harder to keep my composure, and I also just couldn’t stop sneaking glances at her chest. They were the perfect size for snuggling against, and I tried to picture what her C size cups looked like in my head. I started shaking a little bit. God I just wanted her so badly, even though she was literally right next to me.Somewhere after the middle of the movie, I had calmed down a little bit. The movie was getting me and Haley a little emotional, I looked over to her and she had a look of empathy in her eyes. It was at the part of the movie where they were finally expressing their feelings to each other. They were holding hands, and it was so cute. I could feel the tears welling in my eyelids. Me and Haley instantly grabbed each other’s hands as they went in for the kiss that everyone always waits for in these kinds of movies. Her hand cradled my small hand gently, and it sent warm feelings through my arm.As they embraced each other, I buried myself in Haley’s arm and squealed a little. She quickly glanced over at me and giggled at my reaction, and then wrapped her arm around me, like I was her little stuffed bear. I wrapped mine over her waist, and I was happy that she didn’t resist and instead laid her head on mine. I’m sure she thought I was just being a sap for the moment, but I had wanted this moment all night. How long would she let us stay like this? I wondered. I wanted it to last all night, to fall asleep in her arms.The movie was almost over, we were still snuggling, and Haley hadn’t let up at all. I was in total bliss, being this close to her for so long. I couldn’t believe this moment was happening, but it was and I couldn’t have been more happy. I wondered if she was as well, did she like me being in her arms like this? I hoped she was as happy as I was, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t imposing myself on her.“Do you… mind me being here?’ I quietly asked her, after I caught her eyes when I looked up to her.“Of course not Maddy…” She smiled cutely at me. I smiled back, snuggling back in her embrace that warmed over my entire body as we watched the rest of the movie together like this. I was still confused though, I didn’t know what this meant for her, or for us. Maybe I was over analyzing…The movie ended, and Haley softly pulled away from our embrace as she leaned over to turn the lamp on. As the room was lit up, I stretched my arms out and yawned, switching to a sitting up position and pulled my feet under me. Haley moved the laptop to the side table and stretched with me.“Wow…” Haley said, looking down at my temporarily exposed stomach. “I didn’t know you had an outie belly button.” She stated, somewhat surprised. I looked down, and held my shirt up just above the little button that she mentioned.“Yeah, I guess I never showed you it before…” I smirked and chuckled a little. Haley lifted her shirt up, showing me hers.“Mine’s just a boring old, regular innie…” She looked down, pitifully at it. I smiled, I thought it was cute.“It’s not boring. At least it doesn’t look silly like mine.” I exposed my belly button again to try and make her see the truth.“No! I like it! It’s so cute how it’s like a little button.” Haley poked my belly button, trying to use it as such. I squealed and lowered my shirt.“Sorry.” Haley laughed. “I just wish I had something cute like that.” Haley had let her shirt down as well. I scoffed at her comment.“Shush, you have so much more going on than I do.” My eyes drifted to her shapely chest, I was jealous of it, and they had made me insecure about my small A size cups. She smiled and sighed a bit, knowing exactly what I had meant.“I’ve told you before, Maddy, your breasts are fine the way they are. So what if they’re a little small? They’re still there…” Haley looked down at my chest and scooted closer to me so that we were about a half a foot away from each other, and crossed her legs while facing me.“Come here, let me see them and I show you mine too.” Haley requested to me and my eyes widened up. I was a little taken aback from what she said, but I also got a little excited. I have always wanted to see her breasts, but we never had an opportunity like this.“Really?” I asked her, making sure I didn’t mishear her.“Yeah! It’ll be good for you.” She replied, placing her hands in front of her on the bed. To be honest, though, I was a little nervous about showing her mine, but I thought I could have worked up the courage. My face drooped some, and I covered my chest with my hands, looking up at her.“Come on, don’t be shy, it’s just us girls…” Haley reminded me. I breathed in deeply and exhaled, putting my hands on the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled it up past my outie button, over the rest of my stomach, and finally over my chest. I closed my eyes as I had now exposed my breasts to Haley for the first time. It felt weird, but I didn’t mind her seeing them.“See? That wasn’t so hard.” Haley said, gazing at my chest. I opened my eyes and looked down at them. They protruded out maybe three inches and had pink little nipples in the middle of them. She then put her hands around them, and gave them a soft squeeze on the underside of them while staring intently at them. Her hands were warm upon my bare breasts, and it felt nice having them there. I looked up to her with a subtle smile.“Well?” I inquired.“They’re nice, hun. They’re not bad at all and you should stop worrying about them. Just remember, you’ll never have to worry about your back hurting from large breasts, and bras will be cheap. You might even be able to get away with not wearing one, sometimes.” She leaned back and looked up to me.“I suppose so. So they feel.. okay then?” I shyly questioned her.“Yes, they feel nice. They’re really not as tiny as you think, they’re almost a B cup.” She continued to observe and feel them. “They fit your small frame perfectly, which makes them more noticeable. Trust me!” Haley said, looking into my eyes. I felt a lot better now.“I suppose you’re right.” I said smiling, letting my shirt fall back over me. I sighed with relief.“Now, let me show you mine.” Haley said the words that I had been waiting for. She began lifting her shirt up, and I tried to contain my excitement. Instead of simply lifting her shirt over her chest, she just pulled her shirt off, exposing her entire torso, right there in front of me like it was no big deal.Wow, they were awesome, my bright green eyes widened and I stared at them. I noticed that her dark pink nipples and areolas were much larger than mine and they rested a couple of inches above the bottom of her breast’s curve. Her shoulders were broad, and complimented her chest flawlessly. She pulled her hair back and let it flow behind her, as it was covering her chest.“One is actually a little smaller than the other…” Haley said, referring to her left breast as she pressed them together, making the difference more apparent. I could now see that it was slightly smaller than the right one, but only ever so slightly.“Oh... I didn’t notice, but I see what you mean now. I don’t think it’s that bad though.”“Here, feel them and tell me what you think.” Haley picked my hands up and placed them over her curvy breasts, right over the nipples, one of them resting between my fore finger and middle finger and the other I pressed my palm against. I lightly started squishing them with my hands, and they felt heavenly.“They feel so soft, but also firm!” I smiled and looked up to her, I couldn’t believe she was just letting me hold them like this. I felt tingly all over, even down…I felt my face flush red, after realizing what was happening. Slowly, I let go of her chest and placed them in my lap. No, not there, on my thighs. Butterflies filled my tummy again, and I started shaking a little. I had to tell her, I didn’t know how much longer I could hold this inside of me.“Well thank you, yours are soft too you know. I hope you feel better about them…?” Haley inquired after she slid her shirt back on. She then uncrossed her legs, moved her left foot under her bottom and her right leg folded against her side. I saw that she had a somewhat concerned look on her face, and started to sway on her foot.“I do, thank you.. but Haley?” It was time to tell her, I wouldn’t have been able to get an ounce of sleep that night if I hadn’t and she would have murdered me if I waited until she found out on her own. I blushed and shook a little harder. I was so nervous, trying to get my words out of my trembling voice. It was a good thing that I didn’t have to use the bathroom that badly yet, otherwise I might have lost all of it on her bed. That would have been horrible.“What? What is it, Maddy? Are you okay?” She scooted closer to me, and placed her free hand on my shoulder.“Did something we do make you feel uncomfortable?” Haley probed for more information, and I took big breaths to try and calm myself down enough to get my words out.“No.. it’s not that. I just really need to tell you something.” I looked into her hazel eyes and she parted her lips some. I took another deep breath. I noticed her hands were buried into her lap now and she was rocking back and forth.“Okay.” She replied. “But can you hold that thought for a moment?” Haley jumped off the bed.“Sure… where are you going?” I asked, confused as I held my confession in. Haley turned around, and she was holding her crotch with both hands.“Toilet! I’ve been holding it in all night and I have to pee so badly!”“Oh…haha…okay then.” I replied as she darted towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I guess I didn’t pick up on her signs until now. I had never seen her need to go that bad before.I laid down on her bed. I also had to go, but it could wait...
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A Night to Remember: Part 2
For the moment, I was alone in Haley’s room. The muffled sound of her urinating came from the background as I lay on the bed with my head wedged between the pillows, collecting my thoughts.
Did I actually… love her? I mean, of course I love my best friend, but was it more than that? No, I just really like her, it’s only a crush. I shouldn’t have these feelings for her, they’re going to ruin our friendship!
...She doesn’t even like girls like that… does she?
No, I can’t tell her. Not yet. Not until I figured out how I really feel. No point in risking it.
All of these thoughts were running through my mind in rapid succession when suddenly, I heard the door open behind me. I knew it was Haley coming out of the bathroom and I turned over to face her. She looked extremely relieved. For obvious reasons, of course. She also had the laundry basket in her arms, the one I had put my dirty clothes in before I took a shower.
“We should probably wash these clothes tonight.”
“Yeah...” I nodded with an embarrassed smile. Haley stood at the foot of the bed as I rolled over from laying on my stomach and scooted towards her.
“Weren’t you wanting to tell me something?” She reminded me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I crossed my arms over my stomach to subside the butterflies that fluttered wildly inside of me. Or was that my bladder calling out to me? It could have been both.
“I was just going to say we should eat something before it gets too late...” I trailed off, not knowing what else to tell her if I couldn’t say what I really wanted to.
“Yeah… you’re right… it is after seven already.” Haley pursed her lips to the side and looked as if she was pondering.
I hoped she accepted my quick excuse and wouldn’t probe any further. We both got caught in a moment of awkward silence and Haley stood there like she was waiting for me to say something else. It was time to get this over with.
“I have to go the bathroom.” I suddenly said, standing up to my feet.
“Alright. I’ll go start the washer while you do that, and then we’ll figure out dinner.” She pulled the basket closer to her body and grinned a bit before heading out of the room.
I walked into the restroom and shut the door behind me. My new pajamas and underwear slid down with little effort on my part before I let them hug my ankles. I plopped down onto the toilet seat with my legs closed and let out a soft sigh as a slow trickle of urine tinkled out of my opening, merging with the water below me.
For now, I decided to put aside my thoughts for Haley and focus on something else. There was a picture hanging on the white painted wall to my left. It was a floral pattern with blue and green colors, surrounded by a wooden frame. The shower was in front of me, with a cream colored cloth curtain and various body washes and hair care products strewn along the edge of the bathtub. To my right was the pedestal sink, it had a more fancy and intricate design compared to everything else in the bathroom. Above it was a standard medicine cabinet with a mirrored door.
I stopped glancing around the room when I realized that I finished peeing and located the toilet paper roll hanging off the wall next to me. With only a couple of squares, I wiped myself and flushed the toilet after standing up.
Or at least I thought I did. I didn’t see the toilet bowl empty itself, so I tried it again.
It wasn’t working…
“...What?” I whispered under my breath. I soon realized that the toilet clogged up and wouldn’t allow me to flush it!
“No...!”
I began panicking as the water filled up close to the brim with all my pee and used toilet paper staring back at me. Frantically, I hunted for a plunger but was unable to find one around me. The toilet water and all its contents began to overflow. My heart was beating quickly. I had no idea what to do as I stood there, watching the yellow water drip over the edge of the bowl.
I searched around again and found the towel I used to dry off with earlier that afternoon and wrapped it around the base of the toilet to soak up the water. Though I still needed a plunger, so I went to find Haley. She wasn’t back in her room yet so I darted out into the hallway and smacked right into her as I turned the corner, knocking the wind out of both of us.
“Oof!" Haley put her hand to her chest.
"Sorry! Didn't see you! It's just I need a plunger but I can't find one." My eyes on the startled Haley, as I’m sure she was having trouble as well.
"It's in the laundry room. I'll go get it..." Haley retorted before swiftly walking back in the direction she came from.
I scuttled back to the bathroom to wait for her. Thankfully, the toilet had stopped running before it saturated the entire towel. Haley soon came back to meet me at the overflowing toilet and handed me a rubber plunger with a maple wood handle. I took my saving grace from her and attempted to unclog the toilet. I carefully placed it in the water, and it displaced some of the water out of the toilet. Then I began pumping the plunger up and down as it stood straight above the hole. Haley stood there for a moment and witnessed my feeble attempts at removing the blockage.
"Oh my god, it's not working!" Frustrated, I began trying to pump it harder, but it was only splashing water everywhere.
I wanted to scream.
I almost did, but then Haley moved closer and motioned to take the plunger from me.
"Here, let me help you."
I let her take the plunger from me, disappointed that I failed to use such a simple device. Stepping back, I folded my arms over my chest and let the master do the work.
"Sorry, I tried..." My voice shook as I began to tear up. I've made a mess of Haley's bathroom and couldn't even fix it myself. I'm so useless.
"It's alright. It's easier to do it at an angle." Haley positioned the plunger so it angled towards her. "Like this." She began plunging and I watched as my urine slowly receded. I sighed with relief as the toilet finally flushed on it's own and filled back with clear, clean water.
"There we go." Haley said, placing the plunger next to the toilet before looking over to me.
"Thank you... sorry you had to do it. I didn't mean to clog it." I wiped a trapped tear from my eye.
"It's not your fault, it does that a lot. Don't worry about it." Haley consoled me and led me out of the bathroom.
"Well, after all that excitement, are you still hungry?" She smiled at me as we stood at the foot of the bed.
I smiled back, calmed down from my horrific incident of terror. "Yeah, definitely!"
"Okay, let's go see what we have." Haley replied, leading me out of the bedroom and out into the main part of her house. It was getting dark outside so the room was faintly lit by early evening sun rays until she turned the ceiling light on in the kitchen connected to the family room. I followed behind her and met her at the refrigerator.
Haley opened the freezer and we both peered inside it. "Hot Pockets, Totino's Party Pizzas, beef and chicken pot pies... um...." She lifted up some boxes to look behind them. "And chicken nuggets." She took a pizza out and looked to me as I stood there with my fingers to my lips, trying to decide on what I wanted.
"Um... I'll have a chicken pot pie, please."
"Alrighty."
Haley pulled the box out and set them both on the counter. I decided to prepare my own food while Haley set the stove to the correct temperature for her pizza. Picking up my box, I looked at the back of it while opening the seal for the directions: Four minutes to cook. Alright, no problem there.
As I removed the frozen pie from the box and placed it in the microwave behind me, I noticed that the box also had a strange message at the bottom. It read "This original fiction was written by antifairy of omorashi.org.", but it was obviously not a part of the directions so I ignored it and threw it away.
"Let me get a plate for that, Maddy, hold on." Haley interrupted as she grabbed one from the top cabinet.
"Oh... right, sorry."
"It's alright, this way it won't make a mess in the microwave." Haley put the glass plate underneath the pie and I closed it before setting the timer for four minutes. Her food took longer to cook than mine did, needing at least twelve minutes in the oven. While we were waiting, Haley took the opportunity to move the wet clothes to the dryer.
We both ate at the dining table in a small alcove connected to the kitchen and discussed boring girl stuff that didn't matter. Afterwards, we washed our dishes and headed back to her bedroom.
Haley yawned cutely and face planted herself on the bed. I sat on the bed next to her stretched out body.
"Tired...?" I asked, smiling.
"Mmm" she replied, her voice muffled by the soft pillow that was covering her face.
"I am too, a little." I said, scanning my eyes over her body; her shirt had hiked up a bit and I saw the waistband of her blue cotton panties. Her pajamas accentuated her plump bottom quite nicely. She broke my mesmerization and gaze when she turned over to face me, her hand supporting her head as she lay on her side.
"Maddy..."
"Hmm?" We locked eyes. There was something about her voice then, and I started to tremble because of it like I had earlier that evening.
"Are you sure there was nothing else you wanted to tell me? Or talk about?"
A lump formed in my chest and I trembled a little harder. She apparently didn't buy my excuse from earlier.
"Yeah... I.. I mean n-no." I tensed up and hugged myself, looking down at my feet. Haley scooted closer to me, and caressed my arm.
"Just tell me... we're best friends, you can tell me anything."
I wasn’t sure about the best way to tell her my feelings, but I also knew I wasn’t going to weasel my way out of this again if I didn’t tell her the truth. I tried to speak, but the lump in my chest made its way to my throat. Haley began caressing my arm and took my hand in hers, causing light tingles trickled through my entire body. I held hers back and, of course, said something stupid.
"Guess." I cringed inside at what I had said, but I wanted to know what she would say. A confused but interested look came about her face.
"Um..." She looked down to the bed, contemplating, and I kept my gaze upon her.
"You... have a boyfriend...?" Haley asked, looking back up to me.
"No..."
"Um... you joined a super secret cult?" She smirked a little.
I shook my head.
"Maddy...." Haley put her hand on my stomach and rubbed it. "Are you pregnant?"
"OH GOD NO!" I shouted a little too loud and looked at her, giggling.
"Okay okay, didn’t really think so; I just wanted to rule that out."
We both fell into more awkward silence for a few moments.
"Do you like someone...?" I didn't say anything, but a few seconds later, I nodded my head with subtle movements.
"Who?! Tell me!" She sat up quickly and moved in front of me, waiting for the truth that I desperately wanted to tell her.
I took a deep breath.
"I think… it’s you!" The room went silent again.
"What?"
"You." I said again. Haley had a surprised look on her face. I couldn't tell what she was thinking then.
"Me? Really?" I nodded and let a huge sigh of relief out and she rolled over on her back, looking up at the ceiling. I stared at her, and waited for her response, started to become sick to my stomach and almost left to go donate my dinner to the toilet.
"You like me... as more than a friend?" Haley rolled back over to face me again, looking concerned.I looked into her eyes with sincerity, and nodded. She appeared more awake.
"Since when?"
I shrugged my shoulders, unsure of how to answer her. I was barely able to speak, my body shaking as if it was going to explode. It sort of felt like I always had liked her, but it didn't dawn on me until today. Ever since I saw her on the first day of junior high school, I wanted nothing more than to be her friend. I never thought I could be "cool" enough to hang out with her because she was always popular and... out of my league.
“I’m not sure what to say… this is unexpected.”
Haley bit her bottom lip, looking down at the bed. I said nothing, entirely unsure of how this would affect our relationship. Though, I believed the worst: This would be the end, she wouldn’t be comfortable around me now, and we’d fall out with each other. I wanted to hope that we’d get through this, but my heart said otherwise. Words were failing to pass my lips, but tears were successfully taking their place.
“Why are you crying?” Haley inched a little closer, and looked at me.
“I…”
“I don’t want us to end.”
Haley said nothing, but turned over and laid on her back with her arms crossing her chest. She looked puzzled, probably as confused as I was, or angry. I figured I should leave, I had done enough damage. It was obvious that I should never have said anything. Perhaps I would have gotten over this little obsession of mine, but I just had to run my mouth about things I didn’t understand.
“I guess I’ll go home…” I stated, still crying. Haley turned to me again.
“Home? Why?!” I hopped off the bed as she spoke.
“I don’t know, don’t you want me to leave?” My tears cascaded down my cheeks and my voice continued to break up.
Haley just stared at me, looking like she was about to join me with her own tears.
“No.” She reached her hand out and grabbed mine, pulling me back to the bed. I didn’t resist, but lay back down beside her. I was even more confused then.
“You’re not… upset?”
“I am.” Haley still held my hand in hers, and I waited to hear what else she had to say.
“I'm upset that you expect our friendship to end over something like this.” She looked at me with concern in her eyes. Her words flowed through my mind as I began to understand what she was telling me. I can't believe I was so foolish.
“You don’t seriously think that do you?” She sternly asked before I exhaled a heavy sigh and pondered for a few moments.
“Haley… I didn’t want to… think that.” I looked down at Haley’s hand caressing mine.
“I just assumed this would… make things weird between us. It’s not like I even know if you… like girls like that.”
My eyes started scaling her arm with my eyes until I met hers once again.
“You know, it does feel a little weird. But, I guess, it feels… natural at the same time.” Haley intertwined her fingers with mine, and cupped my hand with a firm grasp. Tingles went through my body, electrocuting me with the warmth of her hand.
“Natural?” I asked.
“Yeah… like, it feels right, but unexpected. You’re right too, I never thought about girls like that. I suppose that’s part of the reason it feels a little weird.”
“Oh…” My tears subsided, and I instinctively squeezed her hand.
“So what does this mean? I still don’t understand.” I asked her, looking into her eyes.
“Hmm… maybe we’ll find out.”
Haley put her arm around my shoulder and began pulling my body closer to hers. I wasn’t sure what she was going to happen. I started shaking again as my heart returned to a quick beat. Our bodies touched, her chest flattened against mine and her mouth opened slightly.
“Did you fantasize about me in the shower today?” She asked suddenly.
I looked down and exhaled, then looked back up to her. I nodded sheepishly, biting my lower lip a little.
“So that’s why you were all nervous earlier. You’re so cute.” Haley smiled. I shut my eyes and blushed heavily.
She giggled and kissed my lips. If I had been standing, I would have collapsed. My entire body went numb, and I soon realized everything would be okay.
“Don’t ever try to leave me again.” She whispered in my ear. I cuddled against her chest and we wrapped our arms around each other.
“I won’t” I replied softly.
Haley reached over and turned the light off and I fell asleep with my head nestled between her breasts.
It was the next morning, and Haley and I sat on her couch in the living room watching some strange television show. The TV was small, and I couldn’t make out what was happening on the screen. The colors seemed to fade in and out and I only saw what looked like two human shaped silhouettes moving around in a random fashion. We were both very interested in it though, and Haley laughed hysterically at it. All of sudden, Haley bounced off the couch and stood in front of me, with her hands buried in between her legs.
“Maddy, I have to pee really badly!” She bent her body forwards and started crying. It was weird to see her like this, and she didn’t make any implication before that she needed the bathroom.
“Well, go then? Isn’t your bathroom in your room?” I asked, curious as to why she was telling me this. Haley looked around, panicking, before looking back to me.
“I’m not sure, I won’t make it! I’m going to wet my pants any second!” She said in a loud tone, bawling with great force. I couldn’t even see her hazel colored eyes anymore. They were pure white.
“Come with me, please?!” She asked in a hysterical way. I stood up immediately and wrapped my arm around her.
“Of course, I’d do anything for you.” I said, excited as I led her out of the family room. We both ran down the hallway for what seemed like a mile and Haley was doubling over in pain from her full bladder but somehow was able to run as fast as I could.
Finally, we made it. We stopped in front of the door door and Haley stood back up and faced me.
“Haley? Aren’t you going to go in?” But I didn’t see Haley anymore, she disappeared. Suddenly, I became lonesome and scared. I started to look around for her, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. For a few moments, it was dead silent until I heard a familiar voice next to me.
“Maddy, I’m sorry, but we didn’t make it.” It was Haley’s voice, but she sounded very sad and depressed.
I looked to where it came from and I saw a gold framed mirror hanging on the wall. On the other side was me, but the reflection didn’t mimic my body. I saw myself with my hands covering my eyes, bawling, and my jeans were soaking up with liquid.
As I watched myself in the mirror, I experienced a sensation of warm and wet urine spreading between my own legs. When I looked down though, my pants were dry. I looked back up and saw Haley’s reflection, but not mine anymore. She stared back at me with tears rolling down her face and her pants had became soaked with urine.
“I’m sorry we had an accident. It should never have been this way. If only we had more time. Please forgive me.”
Before I had time to respond, I collapsed onto the floor. As I lay on the ground, I shut my eyes and started to shake like someone was shoving my body. I opened my eyes and I was back in Haley’s room. Haley was awake and she was hovering above me, looking concerned.
Slowly, I came to my senses and awoke. My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the fluorescent light that filled the room. Looking at both of us, I noticed both her and my pajamas were wet. So I arrived at one conclusion: I had wet the bed, again, and peed all over Haley.
“...Something happened, Maddy.” She said, looking over herself. I hopped off the bed immediately.
“Oh no, I did it again…”
Haley stood up and removed the wet bedding, setting them in a pile. The large wet spot that stained the mattress stared back at us both.
“I didn’t think this would happen, I’m so sorry!” I whimpered, humiliated at what I did. Haley sat down on the edge of the bed, seeming upset.
“Maddy… you didn’t do it.” She stated in a soft voice, looking up to me with shame in her eyes.
“But then…”
“I woke up, I was peeing. I tried to stop it but it just kept coming out.” Haley explained as she tried to keep her composure.
“Oh…” a gentle sigh passed my lips. I didn’t expect to hear that, nor for her to wet the bed.
She was definitely doing a lot better job at staying calm than I would have. Though, no matter how well she looked on the outside, I imagined how she was feeling on the inside. I, of course, knew for sure how mortifying it is to have an accident. I sat down next to her and hugged her.
“It’s okay…” I tried to console her, laying my head on her shoulder and lightly rubbing her arm.
“ It got you wet too, though. I’m sorry.” I looked down, my left pant leg had a small damp spot on the thigh area. Haley’s entire lap glistened with heavy saturation, however.
“Just a little… it’s not bad.” I assured her and hugged her tighter before leaning up to kiss her cheek.
Haley looked at me and smiled, then kissed me on my lips again. It gave me the same euphoria as it did earlier that evening. I happily completed the loving gesture and it ended with a soft smooch. The sensation of her soft lips lingered on mine and we hugged tightly again.
“We better clean your mattress before your parents find out!” I whispered.
“Oh my god, I don’t even know how to clean a mattress after…” Haley started to panic, but I stopped her mid-sentence.
“I do! I’ll help you! Just get me a sponge, a towel and a spray bottle with water in it.” I instructed Haley.
“I think I have all that stuff in my bathroom. Hold on.” She replied as she made a swift trip and came back with the items in a short amount of time, setting them on the bed.
“I’ll do this if you want to go ahead and starting washing the sheets.” I know I was able to do that because I did it the previous day.
Meanwhile, Haley changed her clothes, putting on clean underwear and a long t-shirt to cover herself up past her waist. I averted my wandering eyes, but I couldn’t help but catch a quick glimpse of her bare, plump bottom while she had it exposed. That image remained in my thoughts as I soaked up most of the stain up with the towel.
“Thank you for doing this, I don’t think I could get away with this without you.” She said as she added her wet clothes and the towel I used to the pile.
“You’re welcome!” I smiled at her. Haley returned the gesture seeming much more relaxed, then trotted out of the room with the wet things.
Utilizing the water and sponge, I diluted and soaked up the rest of the urine stain from the mattress. It wasn’t too much of a hassle, but I had to be quick; it was already after 6:00 am and I didn’t know when Haley’s parents would be awake
“Wow, it looks a lot better!” Haley exclaimed as she came back with my now clean and fresh clothes from yesterday. The sight of them made me go back to that embarrassing moment, but it didn’t bother me anymore.
“Mhm. It wasn’t that bad of a stain.” I assured her.
“I’m just going to tell my mom that we spilled soda on the bed.” Haley said before yawning again and looking to me with a smile.
“Good idea.” I smiled back and stayed with her for a little while longer before she went to take a shower. Then I headed back home for more sleep and happy dreams.
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Once again thanks to frostyjr2 for being my editor.
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Doing something crazy. Posting only half of chapter 4, or one part of it like I did with 2 and 3. No omorashi in this one, just references to past events. In fact this is really just filler. Or something. I'm posting this because I think it might help me move on to the next part instead of staring at what I have and wondering why I think people will actually enjoy this.
Seriously, don't expect much action. It's really just a recap, and some introductions and descriptions of Maddy's family, as well as this new IM chat I started to do. It's the future, after all. This is really short, but it would have been ridiculously long if I posted it as a whole I think.
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Maddy and Haley - Chapter 4 part uno - A New Beginning.
Another day had passed since I left Haley’s house the other morning. It was now Sunday evening and I just gotten caught up on my homework for the weekend. Haley had a big project for english class to finish up and I had about fifty billion multiple choice questions for World History. Even though we had only spent one night together, it was weird having to sleep without her next to me. I felt I had grown attached to her, and all of our moments from that night, both happy and sad, flowed through my head all day.
I lay on my bed with my laptop on my stomach, and my back against my pillows. The light from the screen was now starting to permeate my unlit room with the brightness of its backlight. Now that my homework was completed, I was free to do as I please with the rest of my night. I looked at the time at the bottom right of the screen; it was 8:05 pm, about the time me and Haley chatted on Skype. After I clicked the familiar blue icon, my lovely face for a profile picture greeted me with my tongue slightly sticking out and my eyes squinted. Funny enough, it was probably one of my best pictures. The rest of them made me look like a prison felon on bad days and what you’d see from a goofy teenager getting their first driver’s license photo taken on good days.
Haley was already signed on. She looked like a rockstar in her profile picture.
And all the rest of her pictures…
I stretched my arms above my head and yawned softly before placing my hands back at the keyboard.
Sunday, Sept. 21st
8:05 pm minimaddy: hi!
8:06 pm Hazelnutz: Evening, Madz.
8:06 pm minimaddy: how was the rest of your weekend?
8:07 pm Hazelnutz: Not bad at all. Finished my english project, slept in… Oh and me and the fam visited my grandad in the nursing home! I hadn’t seen him in a while.
8:07 pm So, sorry I wasn’t on.
8:07 pm minimaddy: i was wondering where you were, it's alright
8:08 pm im glad you were able to see him… how is he doing?
I was brought out of my focus on Skype when I heard a knock at my closed bedroom door.
“Yeah?” I looked towards the door as it opened and my mom peaked her head in, keeping the door partially closed. My mother, Rebecca, appeared a tad younger than her age. Forty-six, though she could pass for early forties at the most. She usually kept her dark brown hair tied in a bun during the day but let it flow past her shoulders in the evenings. I inherited my petite figure from her and she was only about a few inches taller than me at a respectable five foot and seven inches.
“Just wanted to say good-night and make sure you were okay. I hadn’t seen you all evening.” She always checked up on me when I spent more than a couple of hours to myself. I know she meant well but jeez, woman, give me a break.
“I’m fine, night mom.” I responded quickly, then noticed Haley had replied, but of course my mom had to probe for more information.
“Madison, why didn’t you answer your text messages from me on Friday night? I sent you a few and you never responded.” She said, concerned. I remember checking my text messages after I got home that next morning but there was no point in replying at that point. All she sent was: “Are you at Haley’s house still?”, “What time are you planning on being home?”, and “Don’t stay up too late...”.
I sighed impatiently and tilted my head back against the pillows, looking at her. “I’m sorry, we got into a movie and went to sleep. I promise you we didn’t stay up late.”
She nodded slightly, sighing softly and I looked back to my laptop for a moment.
“You didn’t have any... problems like you did…” Oh my god, I can’t believe she was asking me this! I opened my mouth and scoffed under my breath, looking over the top of the screen.
“No… mom. I didn’t.” I meekly replied. Not like I would have told her anyway. It would have been an everyday discussion, especially if she knew about what happened at school. I don’t even want to think about what would happen if she found that out. Thankfully, she stopped badgering me after that.
“Okay honey, just checking. Don’t stay up past ten.” She requested, closing the door slowly. It creaked softly before shutting all the way. Finally, I was alone again. I sighed with relief as I put my focus back on Skype.
Sunday, Sept. 21st
8:09 pm Hazelnutz: His alzheimer’s is slowly getting a little worse. He seems to be feeling well enough for his age, but he had trouble remembering our names and such. :/
8:16 pm Still there?
8:18 pm minimaddy: yeah, sorry my mom was talking to me ugh… im sorry to hear that but glad hes doing ok with everything else
8:19 pm Hazelnutz: Thanks, they put him on a new medication that will hopefully help with it. =)
What did she say…?
8:19 pm minimaddy: just usual stuff… and asked if i had another um… bed problem at your house x.x
8:20 pm Hazelnutz: She’s a mom, she worries. But I know how you feel, I caught my mom going through my tampons that were under my bed last week. She said that she was “Making sure that I had enough for the month.” O_o
8:21 pm I had all kinds of personal stuff down there! O_O
8:21 pm minimaddy: wow :/
8:21 pm Hazelnutz: So yeah. Moms are going to be moms. Don’t sweat it.
8:22 pm minimaddy: im more worried about school tomorrow… cuz of... x.x
8:22 pm Hazelnutz: I’m sure most people have forgot.
8:23 pm minimaddy: i dunno… i kinda made a deal in venezula’s class
8:23 pm Hazelnutz: Just keep your head up high, Madz. Ignore anyone that bothers you about it. Don’t let it get to you and people will eventually move on to some other stupid thing.
8:24 pm minimaddy: i hope so -.-
8:25 pm Hazelnutz: I’ll walk with you to all your classes. I got your back. Do you have his class tomorrow?
8:25 pm minimaddy: no, thank god
8:25 pm but some of them are in band with us :/
8:26 pm Hazelnutz: They’ll be too busy to worry about you. We have a concert next month, so we’ll all be occupied on practicing. And you know how Mr. Lewis is, he doesn’t tolerate chatter.
8:26 pm minimaddy: your right… and thanks
8:26 pm Hazelnutz: No problem! =) *Hugs*
8:27 pm minimaddy hugs you tight
I yawned and stretched again. Haley and I went idle on Skype for the time being, while I searched around on the internet. My legs were getting a little cramped from being folded under me so I extended them out in front of me. The blanket covered all of me from the chest down except my feet which I let stick out at the end. I ended up watching a few YouTube videos of random cats and other cute animals. They always reminded me of my cat that passed away last year, a long hair calico named Cookie.
Before I knew it, an hour had passed and I was getting sleepy enough to go to bed soon. Nature called, so I left my room for a moment to go use the toilet. When I got back, I readjusted my pillows and began closing down my laptop.
Sunday, Sept. 21st
9:41 pm minimaddy: i think im going to head to sleep… im really tired
9:43 pm Hazelnutz: Alright. I’ll catch you tomorrow. Sleep well, okay?
9:44 pm minimaddy: i will. love ya <33
9:44 pm Hazelnutz: Love you! <333
We always said we loved each other, but this time it felt different for me. I wasn’t sure what it was like for her, but I suddenly really wanted to kiss her again. To be held in her arms as we did two nights ago. You know how it feels when you really like someone but you don’t know how they really and truly feel? That’s what it felt like, and even with our talk the other night, things were still left unexplained. What did our kiss mean to her? I can’t just ask her that…
Sunday, Sept. 21st
9:50 pm minimaddy: *kisses* :x
9:52 pm Hazelnutz: *Kisses back* You’re cute
9:53 pm minimaddy: *falls asleep in your arms*
9:53 pm Hazelnutz: *Holds her little Maddy all night.* Good night, sweetie.=)
signed off Sunday, Sept. 21st at 9:54:23 pm
I decided to leave it at that, close everything and shut down the laptop before I slid it under my bed. My butterflies fluttered casually in my stomach while I drifted off to sleep, thoughts of her scurried through my mind. I still didn’t know what exactly to make of this new chapter of our relationship. We were still best friends, that part won’t change. Maybe more will be added to it, but we’re always going to be best friends. No matter what happens. Butterflies and those comforting thoughts brought me to a relaxing slumber.
Of course my dream that night had been about Haley, they had been for the past several nights. I dreamt that she and I were married, not quite what I would have expected to dream about but at least it wasn’t another nightmare. We had our own house, and were sat in our living room happily talking about our days at school. We were still the same age, at least it seemed so; a little strange now that I think about it. There wasn’t much else to it than that, maybe more happened and I just don’t remember. My blaring alarm clock that went off at seven ripped me out of my dream state and I slammed my hand on the button to turn it off.
Monday morning had come and the weekend had gone quicker than I had hoped. Now it was time to return to school. I had plenty of time to get ready too, no delays for me that day. Sluggishly, I rolled out of bed, rubbed my sleepy eyes and mosied out of my room to the bathroom. I could smell the delicious aroma of bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen before I shut the door behind me.
After I had myself a morning pee and a warm shower I headed back to my room to get dressed. I was never one of those girls that took forever to decide what to wear. I find something that I like and put it on, which today was: a blue long sleeve shirt from Old Navy, faded jeans and blue Converse shoes. That was about the extent of my outfit - makeup never appealed to me. The only jewelry I wore was a birthstone necklace given to me by my grandmother a couple of birthdays ago. I headed downstairs after I brushed my hair and grabbed my bag.
Just as I thought, it was bacon and eggs for breakfast. Mom and dad were already seated at the table.
“Good morning, Maddison” Mom greeted cheerfully. My dad, Steven, was drinking black coffee and reading the newspaper - he was old fashioned like that. He appeared older than my mom, at the age of 47 with dark brown short hair, wide shoulders and tall stature.
“Morning, honey.” He softly murmured after swallowing.
“Morning everyone…” I smiled softly as I sat down in the first empty chair. Mom set the plate of food in front of me and I began eating. My mom wasn't a bad cook, but the food she makes always seems to smell slightly better than it tastes. The bacon seemed to be slightly overcooked, but maybe I just prefer my bacon to be less crunchy. Mom sat down at the opposite end of the table after she made sure dad got his share.
"Maddison, I need you to come straight home after school today." She said, taking her first bite of breakfast.
"Um... okay, why?" I asked inquisitively as I took a bite of my eggs.
“I need you to look after Ryan until I get home from work. I have to stay later today.” She answered.
Ryan was my eight year old brother, who apparently wasn’t hungry today. He was sat on the couch in the living room watching TV. The boy was a little short for his age, black hair and… not as annoying as one might expect from a fictional tv show or story; antifairy of omorashi.org wrote this fiction and he’s not too fond of stereotypes. Still, that doesn’t mean I enjoy babysitting.
“Can’t he just watch himself, mom? He’s eight years old.” I tried reasoning with her, he was a little mature for his age, I highly doubted that he would find a way to hurt himself in our boring house. Not only that, we lived in a pretty safe neighbourhood.
“Well, be that as it is, I would still feel better if someone was here with him. I would appreciate it, Maddison.” She returned. I looked down and ate more of my breakfast.
“Alright.” I reluctantly agreed. Mom finished her food and took her plate to the sink, then returned to kiss me on the head.
“Thank you sweetie, I have to get going.” She smooched my dad rather loudly and then headed out the door. Me and my dad sat there in silence as he finished his coffee and I ate the rest of my breakfast. He wasn’t the type to say much at the table.
“Well, I guess it’s time for me to take Ryan to school. Be good to each other when you get home.” He said, getting up and rinsing his mug in the sink.
“Alright dad.” I responded.
“Let’s go, Ryan.” Dad commanded towards the living room. I stood up, set my dishes in the sink, grabbed my backpack and left the house.
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End chapter question: How accurately have I portrayed teenage girls and how could I improve? Predominantly should be answered by people that once were teenage girls. |
Hello fan-fiction readers, this is my first topic started in this forum. My name is Charlie, and although I live in the US for most my life, I've always had this thing for the UK. I moved here just under 2 years ago. I've thought long and hard about why I should find the UK so alluring, and have decided one of the contributing factors must be Harry Potter. I grew up with the Harry Potter stories and their magical representation of victorian England. Anyhow, the fact is the Harry Potter franchise is still a guilty pleasure for me, as is the fantasy I wish to write about today. I am aware there have been stories involving Ginny and Hermione on here before, but this one is what I like to imagine happening. These words create a powerful image, but if you're not a member of the Harry Potter audience, you might like to see the attached pictures as a bit of a visual reference.
It had been a hot summer's day at Hogwarts, the sun had shone brightly on the excited young wizards and witches as the end of term neared. There was a buzz about the corridors, and as a cool twilight fell the great hall filled for the evening's feast. But there was one student not present, and with the year's final exam the next day, it could only be Hermione who had snuck off into the Library. She'd been there for most of the afternoon, revising as if her life depended on it. It was dark and dingy up there, and she'd lost track of time. But feeling the hunger start to rise, she knew she would need to head down for something to eat. Reluctant to be leaving the books, she collected all her papers, slotted the books back on their shelves and begun the walk back to her dorm, where she could stow all her notes and freshen up for the meal.
With most of the school in the Great Hall, the corridors and stair cases were silent. "Wattlebird" Hermione whispered standing at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. Creaking, the painting of the fat lady swung to one side, revealing the common room. Hermione steps inside and started to head for the girls dormitory. But she was stopped dead in her tracks by the soft sounds of a girl sobbing. She looks around the large circular room, checking the portraits on the wall. But they were all silent. As she stepped forward, the back of a girls head came into sight. She was on the sofa in front of the fire, with her head in her hands and long pale red hair draping her face.
"Ginny?" Hermione enquired, stepping forward to see if it was her."Ginny are you okay?"
"I want to be alone." Came the response of a quivering voice, her words lost amongst the sobbing.
Quietly, Hermione stepped around the sofa and knelt on the floor. She placed her papers down and with one hand took hold of Ginny's wrist. Her soft grip coaxed Ginny into timidly lifting her head. Her face was terribly read, her eyes swollen with tears. She briefly stopped sobbing, seemingly perplexed by Hermione's friendship.
"I, I... I've had a terrible accident." She stuttered, and burst into tears again. Concerned, Hermione's attention was suddenly grasped by a dark patch on the front of Ginny's skirt. Her eyes widened as it dawned on her what had happened. Not giving away what she'd seen, Hermione lent forward to console Ginny. They hugged for a few minutes, as Ginny's tears ran down Hermione's back.
"I just feel so stupid," Ginny continued to stutter, "It's the sort of thing kids do."
"Tell me what happened." Hermione said, moving to sit next to Ginny on the sofa.
"I, um. Well I fell asleep." She was finding it hard to form the words. "I fell asleep and I. Well I guess I didn't realise..."
Realising she was finding it painful to talk about, Hermione interrupted Ginny, "It's okay," she said, "I understand." Delicately using the tips of her thumbs, Hermione carefully wiped away Ginny's tears. Her cheeks were soft, and she continued to stoke them affectionally. For a brief moment, the room was completely silent. Hermione looked into Ginny's shy wet eyes. She was trying to work out the best way to move forward.
"Let's stand," Hermione broke the silence, "Come up." She was abrupt, standing first and holding a hand to help Ginny up. "We can fix this," She reassured her. Eventually Ginny raised one timid hand and placed it slowly into Hermione's firm grip. Hermione yanked her up. There was a huge wet patch on the sofa, the yellow liquid dwelling on the surface of the fabric, glistening in the flickering light of the fire. Ginny stood in shame. She looked like a guilty puppy standing next to a broken vase. "Turn around then. Show me what I'm dealing with." Hermione's almost regimental assertion was paying off. Looking ashamed at her feet, Ginny slowly tuned on the spot. The little patch on the front of her skirt was nothing compared to the big black wet stain over her bottom. Out of Ginny's sight, Hermione was transfixed by what she saw. She smiled to herself.
Still with an air of dominance, Hermione begun to explain, "You know, I did something like this once."
"You did?" Ginny was glad to hear she wasn't the only one to have a bad accident.
"It wasn't long after we first arrived here. I wet my bed in the dorm. But no-one ever knew. You never new did you?"
"No. How did you hide it?" She was excited to hear there could be a way of no-one finding out.
"There's a spell, would you like me to teach you it?"
Ginny turned to face Hermione, who's eyes quickly darted up from her bottom in the pretence she was not quite so attracted by the pee soaked skirt.
"I'll do it on you first, listen carefully." Hermione always loved the chance to demonstrate her skills. She took her wand from her pocket and delicately held it, pointing at the sofa. With a perfectly executed flick and precession elocution, she spoke if a firm fast voice. "Urina Sicco!" With that thousands of tiny droplets exploded out of the wet fabric. They spiralled up away from the sofa, forming a light mist of liquid which hovered in a cloud around the point of Hermione's wand.
"She that," she said, turning to Ginny with a proud smile on her face, "That's all your pee."
Ginny stared, not sure what to say. Her face continued to burn red. Hermione held her hand to one side of the mist, pointing into it. With pomp she reach into it, curling her fingers around the cloud of pee. For a moment, she transfixed herself, then suddenly snapped out of it. "Right," she said, and carried the lead the cloud over to the fire, where she held it over the flames. The formation broke and ever tiny drop began to clime up the chimney. When all the pee had left her wand, she turned and pointed it at Ginny's skirt. "Urina Sicco!" She cast the spell again and the small patch on the front of Ginny's skirt was transformed into another cloud of pee droplets. Hermione instructed Ginny to turn again, under the pretence that she's clean the back of it. But with Ginny's eyes now in the opposite direction, Hermione took the chance to look closer and the small cloud of pee she was holding. Biting her lip, she looked at the tiny particles glistening in the light. Then quickly before the hesitation seemed to long, she took one last cheeky glance at Ginny's sodden skirt and waved her wand. "Urina Sicco!"
After Hermione had lead the final lot of pee into the fire and up the chimney, she turned to look at Ginny. They smiled at each other, and for the first time Ginny relaxed. Her red cheeks were beginning to settle and her eyes had a sense of calm in them. But Hermione wanted to make sure Ginny could clean up should it ever happen again.
"Now you must practice the spell," she said, "Two flicks with a little twist of the wrist, then just hold it steady else you'll drop the pee. Do you want to try it now?"
Ginny nodded, smiling.
Hermione looked at the entrance. "They're all still in the Great Hall aren't they?" she asked.
Ginny nodded again, and gave a little nervous giggle. She had no idea what Hermione was about to do.
Hermione stepped back onto the rug in front of the fire. She lifted her skirt as if about to curtesy...
TO BE CONTINUED... |
Thank you all for your warm reception. It is time that I succumbed to the allure of writing Part 2. So without further ado, let us return to that beautiful summer evening in the quiet Gryffindor common room.
"Now you must practice the spell," Hermione said with an air of authority. "Two flicks with a little twist of the wrist, then just hold it steady else you'll drop the pee."
Ginny nodded, smiling.
Hermione looked at the entrance. "They're all still in the Great Hall aren't they?" she asked.
Ginny nodded again, and gave a little nervous giggle. She had no idea what Hermione was about to do.
Hermione stepped back onto the dark red rug in front of the fire. As she did so, she grasped her skirt in both hands, scrunching the fabric in her fists and raising it up to reveal the top of the black school stockings. "Come closer," she gestured to Ginny, beckoning her to sit on the floor in front of the sofa. As Ginny took her place, Hermione lowered herself into a squat, arranging the majority of her skirt to rest on her lap. Below her plain white knickers wrapped her in their dry cotton fabric. Above her stockings, her thighs were bare. Ginny watched in silence, not sure what to make of what was happening. To her, Hermione was backlit by the flickering flames of the fire, casting a warm orange glow between her legs and creating a shimmering halo around her bushy brown hair. "Okay," Hermione said sternly, "Watch closely." Having never seen such an intimate sight as someone else's underwear, Ginny couldn't pull her eyes away from Hermione's snuggly fitting knickers.
With a commanding confidence, Hermione stared at Ginny. Without a flinch, and her stern eyes still firmly fixed on Ginny, she allowed herself to start peeing. Ginny watched in disbelief as a small yellow patch appeared on Hermione's white underwear. The patch grew for a moment then as the pee entered full flow, a thick hissing stream broke through. It fell dead straight onto the rug. Splashing and spluttering, the warm pee accumulated in a puddle which slowly sunk into the rug. Before Ginny's very eyes, the hot liquid sat atop the rug was swallowed into a dark wet patch. The yellow stream glowed in the orange light of the fire. Gradually Hermione's knickers were being overtaken with a pale yellow wet spot. Hermione still didn't break eye contact, but she was breaking into a proud smile.
Then, all of a sudden the sound of a door opening. Hermione's eyes darted to the main entrance, where the big wooden door was swinging open. Without a second to lose and still in full flow, she jumped round to sit next to Ginny, hidden from the door behind the sofa. She struggle to stop the stream. She couldn't be seen by who ever was at the door but they would likely be able to hear the hissing. Ginny was frozen in silence. Now, no longer on the rug and with the angle she was sitting against the sofa, the stream was hurtling through Hermione's knickers and propelling itself in an arc across the wooden floor. Thinking on the spot, Hermione bundled her skirt into the stream and pressed it in with both hands. She closed her eyes and held her breath. The other student that had entered was now half way across the room. He was herding for the boys dorm. Hermione tensed every muscle, visibly arching her back as she thrust her hands into her groin. She was holding back the flow. Her heart raced. She turned her head, struggling to see if the boy had left yet. She couldn't see him, but could hear his footsteps. They were excruciatingly slow as he moved at a leisurely pace. Finally, the sound of the dormitory door opening and swinging shut. The moment it clicked she, Hermione let out a moan of relief and pulled her skirt clear. Within an instance she was peeing at full force again, spreading her legs wide. The thick stream burst from her knickers and shot across the room, splashing over the wooden floor and just kissing the edge of the rug. She rested her head against the sofa, sighing with relief. Ginny, her mouth wide open, turned slowly to look at Hermione. Their eyes met, and a brief silence fell.
"That was close." Hermione broke the tension. Ginny began to giggle, and Hermione joined her. "You're not the only one who's had an accident today." Hermione's performance had made a clearly lifted Ginny spirits, who was now laughing and giggling at their naughty bit of fun. "You can practice that spell now." Hermione said softly, and as Ginny produced her wand, Hermione put an arm around her. With a gentle grasp, she wrapped her fingers around Ginny's hand so that they held the wand together. Intimately, Hermione whispered into Ginny's ear "Urina Sicco. Say it slowly and be clear." With that, she lead Ginny's hand movements and guided her through the process of getting ever drop of her pee up the chimney.
The spell worked brilliantly, and as quickly as Hermione had emptied her bladder, Ginny had cleared it all up. The girls sat in the now dry common room. The light of the fire taking over as the sun set completely.
"You were great just then," Ginny said gratefully, "Thank you. I didn't know what I could do."
"Your welcome," Hermione gently tucked Ginny's smooth red hair behind one of her ears. They looked in each other's eyes. Somewhere in the room a clock was softly ticking.
"You..." Ginny began to speak, but Hermione hushed her, placing a fingertip over her lips. She let her finger fall, and lightly ran it around Ginny's jawline, whose lips began to open. Then, in the calm cool night, Hermione lent forward, breathing in gently. They lips met, and locked together.
TO BE CONTINUED... |
Welcome to:
A (poorly) illustrated interactive adventure game! I've thought about doing something like this for a while, and it seems like interactive stories are becoming more and more of a thing here, and with Summer here, I decided to just go ahead and do it!
You all know how these work. As the plot moves along, you'll be presented with a series of choices, and the decisions you make affect how things turn out. Where this story ultimately goes is totally up to you! But of course, whatever path you choose, desperation/wetting will always rear its head.
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It's warm out today, and the sky is clearer and bluer than it's been in a while. You're happy to have the week off. Another day cooped up in that dark, poorly-ventilated, god-awful office and you might have just jumped out the window and pancaked on 97th Street.
You stroll down shady, tree-lined 45th Avenue, flanked by fancy boutiques selling fine furniture, fruity flatware, blouses and bikinis in the latest fashion, and a hundred other things you could never afford on an accountant's salary. Not that you're too interested in any of that stuff anyway, but it's fun to window shop.
With a slow, relaxed gait, you make your way south along 45th, down to Miltonberg Central Park. One last pedestrian crossing, and you're not in the city anymore; you're on an island of foliage and open fields in a choppy concrete sea, eight blocks long and five blocks wide, that none of the numbered streets can penetrate. It's a beautiful morning, and you're surprised how few people are around. Usually, the park would be busy this time of day, whatever the weather was like. Then, you remember there's a lot going on today: a match at the stadium, a parade down Center Street. . . And most of the park's wealthier visitors are probably out of town this time of the year.
Lovely! You don't mind how empty the place is. Frankly, the quieter, the better.
You find a bench and sit down to rest for a minute. You haven't given much thought to what you're going to do here. Will you just walk around or what?
There are a few things you've got with you. You decide to make a little inventory:
You have:
-1 Bottle of Water -1 Flashlight -1 Wallet ($45.00 and a Debit Card)
-1 Hard Candy -1 Stick of Gum (Sardine Paste/Mango)
-1 Cell Phone -1 Pen -1 Lucky Key
-1 Fleece Blanket
Not much you can do with any of this really. It occurs to you that you should have brought a book or a magazine. And why do you even have a flashlight? Maybe you could just lay the blanket down somewhere and take a nap. You haven't been getting enough sleep lately.
As you're about to get up, something catches your eye, something shiny, like a little fleck of glitter in the sky.
"An airplane?" you say to yourself, but you quickly discount this possibility. The thing zigzags around, zipping along one way, coming to a sudden stop, and darting off in some other direction, as though it were looking for something.
Before you know it, it's coming your way, and it doesn't look like it's going to stop.
Naturally, you're a little afraid, but your curiosity overcomes your self-preservation instincts, and you stand firm as the thing draws closer.
It was only a silver fleck from a distance, but now you can see a ring of red lights, and a dome glowing a faint yellow, and you can make out a shape -- some sort of raised disk. . .
"A flying saucer. . ."
The strange craft halts abruptly about a hundred feet above a fountain. For a moment, it stays there, spinning and hovering, as if deciding on what it wants to do next. Then, with a smooth, easy motion, the saucer descends as it glides over to a nearby plaza. Not wanting to lose sight of it, you give chase. Luckily, it isn't moving very fast, and you can keep up with it easily.
At last settling on a landing spot, the craft sprouts three silver legs as it gently touches down on the stones of the plaza. A slit appears on the thing's shiny, seamless exterior, widening until it's just large enough for a person to pass through. A ramp emerges, seemingly from nowhere, and offers a path between the entryway and the ground.
You try to peek into the craft, but it's too dark inside to see anything from where you are. All you can see in the doorway is an ominous green glow.
Wait! Did something move in there?
You thought it might have just been a trick of the eye. But when you start to hear a quiet, melodic "tap, tap, tap," you're sure you weren't mistaken.
Suddenly, a loud, piercing tone emanates from the vessel, assaulting your ears and almost causing you to black out. Thankfully, you manage to remain conscious as the sound tapers off. As a pigeon plummets from the sky, smacking headfirst into the craft's hull, you realize not everyone might have been so lucky. You wonder if it's dead.
Momentarily diverting your attention from the offending UFO, you notice in the distance that none all the cars on the adjacent streets have stopped. . . You wonder if the drivers. . .
The rhythmic "tap, tap, tap" snaps your focus right back on finding out who, or what, might be responsible for what has just happened. Heart racing, still trembling from the aftereffects of the tone, you take a few hesitant steps forward.
Something's there.
Standing in the doorway of the craft, now illuminated by the Sun but wreathed from behind by the craft's green glow, is:
A) a buxom alien babe
B) a handsome alien hunk
C) a cute and cuddly critter
D) an ineffectual invader
E) all of the above
F) none of the above (Please specify, preferably using alliteration ________________ )
EDIT: If you are selecting one of the main options, please give some details about what you want them to look like. For instance, if you select C, say if you want the critter fuzzy or pink or something like that. Thank you!
Edited June 19, 2014 by Sunflower
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Visitor: Part 3
"I won't give you the details of my mission now, but I will say that what is need is your familiarity with this star system. See, I came into this region of space blind. This is uncharted territory. . . I wasn't supposed to make first contact with the locals, but. . . You won't tell anyone on your home planet about this, will you?"
Before you have a chance to reply, she continues: "Not that anyone would believe you anyway, unless. . . How credulous is your species?"
Once again, she leaves you no time to answer. "Well, we should be going now. The sensors say she isn't here."
"Who isn't here, and where are we going?"
"I'll explain in a minute."
Her form disappears from your line of sight. A moment later, the red rings around you are gone, and you can finally get a good look at the craft's interior. It's not as cold and utilitarian as you'd expected. There are even bundles of vines hanging down from the upper levels -- remarkably Earthly, you think to yourself. They look like some exotic plant you might see in your city's botanical gardens.
There's something a little off about them though. You don't feel any draft in here, but you could swear the vines are gently swaying, as if in an air current.
You turn and focus your attention on the alien, now sitting with her back to you in a plush-looking purple swivel chair. You see what looks like a map of the solar system on the main screen.
Curious, you walk towards the command console, keeping your eyes on the plant all the while. It doesn't look like it's moving anymore. . . Maybe it was just your imagination.
What beautiful flowers! you think. Bright red, each with three thick, closely packed petals. For the first time since coming on board, you feel at ease. Then, one flower in particular catches your eye, and for a disconcerting reason.
It's grinning at you.
Craggly, porcelain teeth seem to glow in the ship's diffuse light. No denying it now -- this isn't a normal plant. As the smiling flower drifts toward you, clattering its teeth menacingly, more and more join it, revealing their dentition to show just how happy they are to see you.
"No! Qupiti!" the alien shouts, turning her head and casting the thing a stern look, "No humanoids!"
The vines slump down, quivering in shame.
"He must be hungry. I don't think he'd like human meat though."
Almost getting eaten alive by a semi-sentient, carnivorous plant makes you think of your cat. Will she be alright while you're gone? . . .
Without a sound, the alien swings around in her chair to face you. "Now, first off, we'll be checking out the planet you call Mars."
She snaps her fingers, and with a soft ka-chunk! you hear the craft's propulsion system starting up. As its gentle hum grows louder, your intuition tells you you're already travelling very fast, though you didn't feel any acceleration.
You hear an irregular whirring behind you. Fearing the vines, you make a quick glance over your shoulder. A glowing, amber-colored cylinder is rising out of the craft's center light. Waving her hand, the alien invites you to have a seat.
Hesitantly, you set your bottom down on the thing; it has an almost gel-like consistency.
Seated across from one another, you and the alien pass a few moments in silence. She's gazing at you intently, finally having time to take in your appearance, an opportunity you share. It really is amazing how human she looks. . .
You notice her body swaying slightly, and her eyelids fluttering. Is she tired? Sick? Or is that just what she does while thinking? All of a sudden, her eyes snap wide open, her posture straightens, and she gives you a little smile.
"It'll be a couple hours till we reach Mars. In the meantime, let me tell you what I'm here about.
"You don't need to know all the details, but I'm what you might call a 'peacekeeper,' or 'police officer,' or 'cop' . . . Your language has many words that approximate what I am, but none of them are really exact." She grins, concluding with a hint of pride in her voice, "I capture the bad guys, basically.
"There's someone I'm after, someone I've been after for a long time. . . She used to be a colleague of mine, actually. For years, we used to travel together in this very ship. We were a team, you might say. . . But something happened. An incident. . . She did something unforgivable in our society. She was put away, but she escaped into open space. The Central Justice Computer ordered me of all people to go after her and bring her back. . . which I guess makes sense. I knew her better than anybody. . .
"So, that's why I'm here. The latest intelligence suggests that she's hiding out in this star system. I don't know what planet she's on. Honestly, I don't even know if she's still in the area. But, I have to be thorough in my search to make sure."
You have a few questions you'd like answered. First off:
"What did she do?"
This is the first time you've seen the alien look annoyed. "I won't tell you now," she says curtly, "All you need to know is that she broke one of our laws and that she must be punished for it."
Unsatisfied, but not wanting to press further, you ask, "How much of the solar system have you gone over so far?"
She shakes her head. "Not much. I've visited all the lifeless bodies -- Mercury, Pluto, some of the moons. . . Places like those are usually where outlaws hide -- "
Lifeless bodies?
" -- Failing to find her in any of those places, I checked Earth. She always liked blue, watery planets. . . But, looking at your level of civilization, I doubt she would hide there. Your people are sophisticated enough to detect the technology she'd need to survive in the Earth's environment, and detection is the last thing she wants."
". . . So. . ." you stammer, ". . . You said something about visiting 'all the lifeless bodies' . . . And now we're going to Mars."
The alien looks at you quizically. ". . . Yes."
"So. . . Mars has life?"
For what feels like a long time, the alien just sits there, staring at you blankly.
". . . Your species isn't aware of life on the other planets in its system? Have you ever even been to another planet?"
You shake your head. It's too late for you to lie now.
With a slow, deliberate motion, the alien stands up. ". . . It was a mistake bringing you on board. I should have known you wouldn't be able to help me. I've violated protocol for nothing. . . I'm sorry I have to do this, but it's the only option."
Shit.
She means it this time, doesn't she? Yes, you can see it in her eyes. No pity. No remorse. No remotely relatable human emotion. All she is is a cold-blooded killer.
All of a sudden, she starts laughing, more than you think is appropriate for someone who's just threatened to take your life.
Setting her weapon down on the console and flopping back down onto the swivel chair, she chuckles, "Did you think I was really going to hurt you? You humans need to evolve a sense of humor! Of course I wouldn't kill you. At worst, I'd just drop you back down on Earth. But I think I'd like to keep you around anyway, even if you don't know your own solar system. You might still be useful to me somehow. . . And I think I'd like the company."
She smiles warmly at you. You're struck by her sudden change from businesslike to friendly. Maybe her species is just like that, or maybe pointing a gun at you "broke the ice" in her mind. Whatever the case may be, you're happy you can tag along; you'll be the first human being to ever visit other planets, and planets with alien life on them no less. Still, you wish everything hadn't happened so suddenly. Some more time to prepare would have been nice. . .
A question suddenly springs to mind: "Do you have a name?"
Keeping her big, green eyes fixed on you, she replies, "Yes, I have a name. Would you like me to tell you what it is?"
You nod.
"In my society, an individual is identified by their tribe name and their number. The number is a sort of serial ID. It has information about your job, your social status. . . My tribe name is A'i, and my number is 02659336."
You nod again. "Would you mind if I just call you A'i?"
"That's fine. There are no other A'is in a twenty light-year radius from here." A'i shifts a little in her seat. "You asked me if I had a name, so you must have one yourself, right? . . . What are you called?"
You tell A'i your name. She grimaces.
"That's hard to pronounce. Can I just call you Human?"
You shrug. "Sure."
A'i clasps her hands together and smiles. "I think we'll get along well, Human!"
You certainly hope so. . .
The two of you sit together for a while talking. You tell her about Earth, about the plants and animals, about the cities and countries. She explains the workings of her craft, though you can't follow most of her explanations:
". . . But that's just for interplanetary travel. If we need to go between stars, we use the supraspace compression drive. Basically, if you think of space as as a sort of spongy material and energy as the water absorbed in it, then if you squeeze the spongey stuff hard enough. . ."
You can't help but notice how tired she seems. She keeps nodding off mid-sentence. Is she getting bored by her own lecture?
Eventually, she finishes explaining her craft's propulsion systems and asks you to tell her more about your cat. Happy to oblige, you begin a story about how Boxxy earned her name by showing great skill and determination climbing into cardboard boxes as a kitten. A'i is silent, only giving a drowsy nod every once in a while to show you that she's listening.
". . . So, it seemed pretty clear what I should name her at that point," you conclude. No reply.
It seems A'i feel asleep during your story. She looks so peaceful. . .
After a moment's thought, you decide to:
A) try to wake her up
B) explore the ship
C) attempt to pilot the ship (If so, where?)
D) take her gun
E) cuddle up to her (you creep)
F) use an item (Inventory below)
G) all/some of the above
H) none of the above (Please specify _______________ )
Inventory
Thank you for your patience! I'll generally try to update weekly from now on. The last couple weeks have just gone by surprisingly fast! I think I have a general idea of where the story's going now, so the writing should go faster.
EDIT: Just noticed a typo I'd missed!
Edited July 8, 2014 by Sunflower
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Leah's countryside adventure
This is a prelude to “Leah's desperate afternoon” which I posted last week. It tells the story of the first time Leah had to wee outside, and how that ended up happening.
The original story was based on a real event that a friend had told me. This, too, is based on something a girl once told me had happened, although again details are changed and characters altered.
I hope that some people enjoy it!
Leah was an attractive 18-year old, who had just finished sixth form and completed her 'A' levels. She was enjoying a long summer of freedom having been confined to many hours studying over the past few months. In fact, her summer would probably be longer than most of her friends – she'd taken a gap year. Her plan was to travel around until Christmas, then save up money by working before she headed off to uni a year later. She had always been a level headed girl, and realised that now was the time to enjoy a year out, before she got into studying and careers and work.
As well as looks, she clearly had beauty. With a slim build, 32B but with curvy hips and bottom, she was an attractive young lady. She had brown eyes, curly brown hair, halfway down her back, and freckles. Many guys found her pretty, but she was often quite shy around them. She'd had a half-serious boyfriend, Jack, but broken up a few months before.
Having been brought up in a decidedly middle-class household, as an only child, Leah sometimes felt her parents to be somewhat overprotective. Her father, an insurance manager, was particularly concerned that she shouldn't be getting drunk and getting up to trouble. Nevertheless, they were starting to relax and let her find her own way. And as a sensible young lady she was careful to enjoy a drink, but not overdo it. Her parents were proud of her outlook on life and attitude.
And so it was that Leah found herself en route to a small village where her friend Lauren lived. It was her birthday and the day turned out to be lovely, with beautiful sun. Leah caught the train to the village with Emily, her closest friend, and they met up with Lauren in the village. Since the weather was so good, they were going to walk out into the countryside, up to the top of a hill, and have a picnic and drinks. The girls had brought some alcohol with them, and picked up some food from the supermarket on the village street. Lauren, who had use of her parents car, drove them up to the edge of the village and halfway up the hill. Here the road curved away to one side, and there was a small car park and a visitor centre for the nature reserve.
Lauren dropped Emily and Leah off and went to pick up some more people. The girls consulted the map and realised there was about a mile and a half to walk from there. Leah felt a need for a wee and went inside the visitor centre. An assistant pointed to the toilets, which she went into. She wasn't a great fan of public toilets, but needs must, and she wasn't sure when she'd next get the opportunity for a wee. She entered the ladies toilets, which comprised two cubicles, and sat down in one of them. It was cold, and spartan, but at least it didn't smell badly. Leah pulled up her black, polka-dot dress and lowered her black tights and white lacey knickers to her knees, and then sat on the toilet. She relaxed and a steady stream flowed into the toilet. As she finished, she pushed to try and totally empty her bladder. Convinced she had emptied herself as best she could, she wiped, pulled up her knickers and tights and let her dress down.
She went back outside met up with Emily, who didn't need to go. By this time Lauren had come back with some more friends, so about a dozen of them set off to walk up the hill. It was an extremely hot day and both Leah and Emily girls were drinking from water bottles they'd filled from the fountain in the car park. They were glad for the shade when the path reached the woods. They continued the uphill trek for another twenty minutes or so, when the woods panned out to the top.
They reached the summit, from where there was a fantastic view of the surrounding countryside. For a city girl, Leah was astounded at the quietness and beauty of the area. Everyone started to eat the food that had been brought along, and Leah and Emily sat down with a bottle each. Another group joined them after a little while, and some of the guys had brought along a temporary barbecue, so everyone was soon eating burgers and washing them down with more alcohol. There were three cheers for Lauren, who's birthday it was, and who was having her first legal drink!
Leah bumped into Jack, who had turned up in the second group. They hadn't seen each other for a while, what with exams and the end of school. Leah had mixed feelings about him. They had agreed that their relationship had to end, because they would be going their seperate ways in September. But there was still a big attraction between them, and the opportunity for some harmless flirting was never to be turned down! They talked, and were reminiscing old times and in-jokes, sitting silghtly apart from the rest. By this time, it was about 7pm, and the heat of the day was dying down.
“Hey, Leah!” shouted Emily. “We're off back to the village to stock up, do you want anything?”. Danielle, another friend, also drove – and was going to run a couple of people down to the village before the shops shut. Leah felt she shouldn't drink too much, so said she was fine. “Do you want to join us for the run? Danielle's going to stop at hers so I can nip to the loo”. Leah thought to herself. She didn't really feel the need for a wee – but then perhaps she should be sensible and go when there was a chance? On the other hand, she hadn't seen Jack in a while, and was enjoying their time together. “Nah, I'll be alright” she smiled.
Jack opened a can each for them, and they continued talking. Leah was a bit tipsy by this point, which she enjoyed, although she saw no point in getting totally drunk. They sat together talking and enjoying each other's company. They were honest with each other – nothing was going to happen, but there's no harm in an afternoon together. Jack said he needed the loo after a while, and walked back towards the woods, taking another entrance and emerging a couple of minutes later. Leah sat on her own, and realised she needed a wee herself. Maybe she should have gone, when the others were going back to the village? Never mind, she remembered the toilets at the visitor centre. She could go down there in a bit.
By the time Jack returned, Leah was deep in a conversation with some other girls. She would really miss her friends when everyone moved on, and was determined to make the most of the time. As she laid on the grass in the evening sunlight, her attractive body was obvious to any red-blooded man. She was conscious that she had a dress on, but her tights should make up for any accidental flashes to guys.
Danielle and Emily returned from the village trip with some more drinks, and water. Dehydrated by the hot weather and alcohol, Leah quickly downed a large bottle of water. She also realised she was starting to get uncomfortable. If she was at home, she'd definitely stop what she was doing and head to the toilet now. She didn't want to go alone, though, apart from anything else she was terrified she'd get lost. So when, halfway through a sentence, Lauren announced that she was off to the toilet, Leah said she'd come along.
The girls walked down the path, with Lauren asking plenty of questions about Jack. Leah was a little shy and embarrassed, but didn't mind her asking. Lauren was quite a hit with the guys herself – quite tall and slim, with beautiful straight brown hair to her shoulders, she had won “Rear of the Year” at the end-of-year prom awards. As they entered the woods, Lauren turned off the path onto another one.
“Are you sure this is the way?” asked Leah
“What do you mean?” she replied
“Well, you're going to the toilet, back down by the car park?”
“Oh no, those ones close at 6pm”. It was about 8pm by this point. “I'm just going to go in a bush”.
Leah was disappointed. She had never had a wee in a bush before, and honestly didn't know how. She was envious of guys – they just pointed and went! She quite badly needed to go, but wasn't sure how to do it without some sort of embarrassing mishap.
“Right, I think this is ok, can you guard the path whilst I go?”. Leah stood on the path whilst Lauren went around the edge of the bushes. She looked through them, feeling guilty but hoping that she would see how it's done. She saw Lauren reach under her skirt and pull a pair of turquoise knickers down. She lifted up her skirt and pushed her bottom out, then let loose a long stream of wee into the bushes. There was a loud pitter-patter as Lauren's wee hit the dry leaves on the floor, and a hiss as the wee escaped her. Leah was entirely straight, but realised that Lauren entirely deserved the “rear of the year” award!
Lauren came back and Leah nervously went around the bushes. She didn't want to be seen so went further than where Lauren had left a tell-tale wet spot. She rounded some more bushes, confident nobody could see her. Leah was really in a dilemma by this point - she needed a wee, but wasn't sure how, even after watching Lauren. She looked around. Nobody here, don't be silly, just get on with it! She lifted up her skirt and gingerly pulled down her tights and white knickers, and then just stood there, nervously. She tried manipulating herself into a position like Lauren had, but every time she was worried that she'd end up getting some on herself.
“Are you alright?” came a shout. “Yeah, I'm fine” Leah heard herself say. There was no way she could have a wee here. She pulled her tights and knickers back on and came around the bush again where Lauren was waiting. “You were a while, you must have needed to go badly!”. “Yeah” said Leah “I did”. And I still do, she thought to herself! They walked back to the main path, to head back to the party.
Just as they approached the path, they saw Sarah and Dan, a couple they knew. Dan was guarding the entrance from the main pathway, whilst Sarah had squatted behind a bush – invisible to anyone walking down the hill, but in full view of the girls. She had hitched up her long, flowing skirt, had her black thong at her ankles and was weeing a slow but continual stream into the bush. “Ooops!” she said as Lauren and Leah arrived. “Don't worry, we've just done the same thing!” explained Lauren. If only, thought Leah.
As they went back up the hill Leah was in a dilemma. What on earth could she do? She'd had an opportunity but blown it, for an embarrasingly simple reason. But this didn't make her need a wee any less! They rejoined the party and Leah got talking to Danielle, who like her was on a gap year. Leah was quite nervous about all her friends moving away, but at least there'd be somebody near home once she'd returned from her travels. They discussed the future, boys, exam results and much more. Leah was conscious that she, by now, desperately needed a wee. She didn't want to make it obvious because she was supposed to have just gone! On the other hand, she really didn't want to think about it, so when Danielle announced she was off to water the bushes again, she tried to think of something else.
By now it was about 9pm at night and Leah hadn't had a wee for about 6 hours. She sat on the edge of the hill, slightly tipsy from the beer earlier, and drank some more water. Of course, this was silly, considering how she needed to wee badly. Just then, Jack appeared – he was off home. Leah jumped up (which she regretted, as it caused a sharp pain on her bladder) and thanked him for a good evening. They hugged, although she grimaced over his shoulder – he always held her strongly, which she enjoyed, but not when her bladder was this full! As he left she crossed her legs tightly.
Leah considered her options. Even if she left now, it'd take about an hour before she could get back to the village, and there might not even be a pub open at this time of night. They had intended on staying until 11pm, when Emily's sister would pick them up and take them home. If they did this it'd be almost midnight by the time Leah got home and emptied her bladder. She couldn't wait that long, that was for sure. As she stood talking to people, she realised she couldn't stay still, she was swaying to one side or crossing and uncrossing her legs.
It was crunch time – she was going to have to do something. She'd had her fair share of desperate moments – indeed, she'd done an entire A level exam on a full bladder, and there had been plenty of crossed legs on the way home from a night out before. But this was something different – there wasn't any prospect of release, and if she didn't do something soon, she'd have an accident in front of everyone.
She headed over to Emily who was deep in conversation, and took her to one side. “I really need a wee!” she hissed in her ear. “Oh, just go in the bushes” replied Emily. “But I can't. I haven't ever done it before, I don't know how, and I'm worried. Help!”. Leah had a tone of genuine desperation and helplessness in her voice. She was relying on Emily, her best friend for years, to help her out here. “Ok” replied Emily “Get your shoes on and I'll come with you”. Leah had never been so happy about the prospect of going for a wee! Bending over to slip her sandals on was excruciating, and she had to use all her might to hold her bladder. Her body had been telling her for the past few hours that she needed to go to the toilet, but with one thing and another she'd been distracted. Now, her body was telling her that she needed to go to the toilet before it was out of her hands.
Emily walked with Leah down towards the forest. The friends spent a lot of their time together, and would often laugh and joke, but Emily realised she needed to be a supportive friend here. They walked down the hill and Emily explained that she'd been familiar with how to pee outside for years, after many summer holidays spent hiking with her parents – which Leah had never experienced.
“We'll want somewhere private, let's see” said Emily as they entered the woods. By now the light was fading, but there was still sun filtering through the cracks. Emily stepped off the path, a different way from before, and they followed this around a curve. A large branch had fallen across the way, which Emily hopped over - “Let's just go behind this, then we'll be out of sight of anyone”. Leah wasn't quite so athletic, given her concern for her bladder by this point. She stretched one leg over the branch and straddled it, trying to bring her other leg over too. But the stretching was too much – she had put all her might into reaching over, and had neglected her primary focus – to hold her pee. Leah was rooted to the spot as a squirt of warm wee escaped, and dribbled into her knickers. “Emily, I literally can't wait any more, I'm actually leaking!”. Emily adopted her matter-of-fact best-friend routine. “Right, you can do it, come on” and offered her hand to help her over.
Leah stood the other side of the branch, legs tightly pressed together. Emily demonstrated the technique herself. She hitched up her dress, then pulled her black knickers down to her knees. “It stops them getting wet” she explained, then showed how she squatted down and bent her legs to avoid her feet getting wet.
Leah just stood there “I can't do it!” she said shaking her head “I just can't, I can't let go to pull my pants down or I'll wet them! Please... please help me” she said, her voice wavering.
Emily pulled her own knickers up and went over to her friend. She lifted up Leah's dress, exposing her legs. They were tightly knitted together, tightly crossed, with a hand in her crotch. She wore black tights, but in the sunlight her white knickers could be seen underneath. Emily pulled Leah's knickers and tights down, which was difficult considering that Leah had to keep her legs crossed to avoid leaking any more. Her knickers were white, with a lace trim and a pink bow at the front, and Emily could see that Leah wasn't joking – there was a small wet spot. Emily managed to lower her tights and knickers down to her knees, and adjusted the position of her feet for her. Leah still had a hand jammed tightly in her crotch, but Emily could see a very slight dribble escaping.
“Right, Leah. All you need to do now is squat down, and let go. You'll be fine. Trust me.”.
Leah squatted down, and exploded a stream which reached so far that Emily had to skip out of the way to avoid being hit. She released a torrent of wee which she had been holding in for hours now. All that alcohol, and that water. She'd been uncomfortable for so long, but was finally getting release. Her bottom touched the ground as the stream flowed from her unshaven private area. She sighed, happily, with relief.
The stream turned into a trickle, which carried on for a long time as her poor, overstretched bladder emptied itself. As that died down, Leah sighed and got her breath back. Finally, she could relax.
Emily was rummaging around in her handbag and brought out some tissues, which Leah gladly wiped with. She stood up and pulled up her pretty white knickers, which fitted snugly on her body. There was a small wet patch, but it would dry soon. She pulled up her tights and let down her skirt.
Emily decided she needed to go whilst they were here. She pulled her black knickers to her ankles and squatted, but her puddle was nowhere near as impressive as Leah's.
As they walked back to the party Leah was eternally grateful for Emily's understanding. How many friends would have shown her how to pee outside, and not only that, undressed her? “What are friends for?” asked Emily.
The party was over by the time they returned – it was time for people to head home. Emily and Leah walked back to the car park to be picked up. Leah decided she needed another wee – her poor bladder had obviously not been entirely empty. This time, however, she could pull her own pants down and squat behind a bush, although there weren't any tissues left.
As everyone went their separate ways, Lauren said she'd arrange another reunion in September before everyone left. At least I'll be able to wee comfortably, thought Leah! |
RING RING!!
It was a bright, sunny day in the Unova Region. A bright school day, that is. N was almost ready for school. He picked up the phone.
"Hello?" N asked into the phone.
"Hey, man! It's Touya! I got a triple dog dare for you!"
Well, you can't pass up a triple dog dare.
"Bring it on!" N said with a sly grin.
"You have to go the whole day at school without using the toilet! If you do it, I'll give you $20.00"
N was in a bind at the moment, and he needed money. But he has a small bladder and sometimes wets himself! But he was desperate for cash, so he accepted.
"All right! Meet you on the bus!" And Touya hung up the phone.
The bus was gonna arrive in a couple of minutes, so N peed in the toilet and went to the stop. Soon he was chatting with Touya.
"Dude, are you sure you can do this? You one time wet yourself in finals!"
"I'm positive. I peed before school, so it's gonna be OK."
"Ok....."
And they arrived at school.
Homeroom:Desperation level: barely a 1. All was good.
1st Period Reading:
Desperation level: 1
2nd Period Math:
Desperation level: Still a 1.
3rd Period Study hall:
Desperation level: 2
Lunch:
Desperation level: Still 2.
But N was very thirsty, and he downed down two cans of caffeine-free Coca Cola (caffeine makes him urinate every couple minutes, so he looked CAREFULLY in the vending machine). And soon the desperation level skyrocketed to a 3.5.
4th Period Writing:
Desperation level: 5. N was bouncing him legs and fanning them.
5th Period Social Studies:
Desperation level: 7. He was starting to sweat. The bouncing was more frequent.
"I knew I shouldn't have drank all that soda...." He thought.
Touya sits next to him in S.S.
"Ready to pee?" He whispered with a devilish grin.
"N-No..." N whispered back.
6th Period Science:
Desperation level: 8.
He had to grasp his dick. Of all days to be learning about water in Science!
"And this is a picture of a river flowing..." His teacher droned on.
N gasped as a small spurt escaped him. Then he blushed profusely.
7th Period Pokémon:
Desperation level: 9.
It was hard to breath. Of COURSE it was about water Pokémon and their battle types!
N trembled. Another small spurt escaped him.
"Ok, students. Class dismissed. Time to go home," The teacher exclaimed.
N slowly but steadily got up. It was extremely painful.
"All I have to do is survive the bus ride home..." He planned to go to the bushes and urinate once he got home. No chance in risking to get inside to the bathroom. The bus ride was 25 minutes long, so he was doubting his abilities.
He got onto the bus, next to Touya.
"C...Can you say some helpful things to me, Touya? I'm about to burst!"
Another spurt, this time lasting 2 seconds long and making a quarter-sized spot on the front of his pants.
Touya glanced down. He told him reassuring things, like "You have a bladder of steel" and "You can do it!".
It was 10 minutes to home. Suddenly the bus came to a sudden stop. And it wasn't to drop a trainer off.
"W...Why have we stopped?!" N shouted. The air buzzed with the sound of the trainers, wondering why.
"There is a traffic jam," The bus driver said. He turned on the radio.
"There was an accident and the crashed car will be moved in 30 minutes."
Time seemed to stop for N. He went pale.
"D...Did he just say...30 minutes?" N urgently whispered.
"Unfortunately, yes," Touya said sadly.
"Oh, no! OH, NO!" N was panicking now. If he wet himself in front of all these trainers, he could never live it down. He would cry for days!
5 Minutes Later...
The spurts became frequent. Breathing was too difficult.
"T...Touya.... Please tell the bus driver to let me and you off...."
"O...Ok," Touya said.
Touya got up and whispered to the bus driver about the situation.
"That is fine with me," The bus driver proclaimed.
"Trainers, N is feeling sick so he is going to get out and throw up by those trees over there," The bus driver fibbed.
"Come on, N. It's only a few feet." Touya helped N up and guided him slowly to the bus door. Every step was agonizing.
They eventually reached behind a thick tree.
"F...Finally..." N said. Then he tried to unzip.
But it was stuck.
"Touya.... Help!!! My zipper is stuck!!!" N was panicking. He was so close yet so far away from relief.
But Touya helped.
"Don't look...Please..." N was close to crying. His bladder was super full.
Touya turned away.
N relaxed, but nothing came out. His bladder thought it was still time to hold.
And then he started urinating. It came out like a firehose. A loud hissing stream filled the air. N moaned in relief. A deep red blush streaked across his face. Touya heard the moans and hissing, and felt aroused.
Soon a steady stream came out. The hissing stopped. But his bladder was still full. It has been 2 minutes now.
And then the last ounces escaped him. The urination lasted 4 minutes.
"You can look now," He said to Touya.
Touya turned around and stared wide-eyed at the puddle. It was quite large. They walked back to the bus, which was a little bit ahead of the tree. N walked faster, since it was possible to comfortably walk now, thanks for his bladder being empty.
Once they sat down on the bus, N whispered to Touya, "Don't tell anyone about today."
"Don't worry. And you're still getting the $20.00."
"Thanks," N said. And he wanly grinned at his friend, blushing. |
Leah's night out.
This is the third story featuring Leah, following on from the kind words of posters who replied to my previous writings here. Thank-you to all of them, and to pguy69 for planting an idea which goes into the story.
I'm very new to writing things, but I just tend to sit down and find a story falls together in my head. Here is my third one, in which Leah goes out for the evening and – well – you'll have to read for the rest :)!
I hope that people enjoy it.
Leah had been away at university for just over a month now, having finally left home following a gap year. She'd been brought up in a decidedly middle-class family as the only child of her parents, an insurance manager and a teacher, in the suburbs of London. She'd been an academic success and got top grades in her 'A' levels, before spending time travelling the world and latterly working to earn money. Her parents were very nervous about her moving away to uni – it would be an entirely new experience for her, and she was secretly a bit nervous herself. She hadn't gone too far, though – the city she'd moved to was only an hour and a half away from home on the intercity train, so it was easy if she fancied going home for a few days.
As well as her academic prowess, she was undoubtably a beautiful young lady. Her curly brown hair had many guys hanging onto her every word – she had freckles, brown eyes, relatively slim and, at 32B, not top heavy, but still just curvy enough. She'd had a boyfriend before, and had been on dates, but was quite reserved and still relatively innocent.
Her parents had been keen to stress the importance of studying hard whilst she was at uni, and Leah didn't intend on letting them down. However, it was equally a big thing to move to a new city, with new people, and Leah found herself going out more frequently. She wasn't a big drinker – she didn't see the point in getting so drunk you couldn't remember anything, but she enjoyed being a bit tipsy. It gave her the confidence to speak to some of the attractive guys she'd otherwise shy away from!
Fortunately, the university administration managed to organise like-minded people together when allocating halls spaces. Although most teenagers liked the prospect of a 24-hour party in their halls, Leah was equally as excited as a long liein and a good night's rest. The halls were divided into flats, which had a kitchen, two bathrooms, and six bedrooms. The girls in Leah's flat were all quite decent and she got on with them – but she could get on with about anyone, such was her natural charm and good nature. She definitely missed her friends from home, but often caught up at weekends and online.
Halfway through term was reading week – a chance for everybody to catch up on their set books and assignments. As a studious person, Leah was already doing quite well and could afford to relax a little. She was suffering from a bad cold which she'd been shaking off, and had spent most of the week lounging around the flat in her pyjamas. So, when Natalie, one of the other girls, suggested a night out, she was enthusiastic. It was agreed that they'd go out that Friday night.
Friday came around and Leah went out in the morning to hand in an assignment and pick up some shopping. As it was a routine day, she donned her jogging bottoms and a hoodie over the top of her plain white knickers and bra. Even in these she looked pretty, although as she looked in the mirror she saw a visible knicker line, which was never good news. Still, if she tugged the hoodie down it was out of sight. She headed over to the lecturer's office and handed the assignment in and then went around the supermarket. As she went through the checkout she realised she needed a wee – with the cold she'd had she'd been drinking lots of water. However, she didn't like the idea of leaving all her shopping on the floor of the Ladies. She held out through the bus ride home and until she got home but, as soon a she'd packed the shopping away, she headed to the toilet.
She sat down heavily and then sighed as she let loose a well-needed wee. She looked down at her plain white knickers, and realised she ought to change them before she went out. Although she had no intentions of anybody seeing them, she took pride in wearing pretty underwear most of the time! It made her feel more womanly and attractive – even when she was sitting on the toilet! She sat deep in thought on the toilet whilst attending to both needs, and when she was done hopped in the shower. She was yet to get used to having to share a shower and toilet – sod's law dictated that everybody wanted to use it at the same time. There had been a few crossed legs amongst the girls, especially in the mornings. She'd been a bit cautious about moving away from her home comforts, but the halls were quite modern, having been refurbished lately. In any case, professional cleaners came in every day, so the bathrooms usually smelled clean thanks to their efforts with the bleach.
Late afternoon came around and Leah started to get ready for her night out. She put on a black bodycon dress that showed off her figure perfectly, with dark pink lace knickers underneath, and a red lace bra. As it was starting to get cold in the evenings, she wore black tights too. The girls were going to meet up and leave the flat about 7pm, starting at the student union and then going into town. Leah took her bag, but secreted £20 in her bra – one of the other girls had had her bag and phone stolen a while ago and was left with no money to get back home. Although she didn't intend on getting wildly drunk, she liked the idea of some tipsy dancing.
The girls met up just after 7 and they left for the union bar which was predictably busy for a Friday night. Leah ordered a vodka and coke and sat chatting with the other girls and some friends from her course. After a while they started to get ready to leave for town, and Leah made a point of visiting the ladies to make sure she was entirely empty first. As they got on the bus, it transpired that her flatmate Jessica wasn't so sensible. “Aw, I should have gone toilet before I left, I need a wee now!”. Leah remembered earlier in the year when she'd endured a long, painful bus ride at the end of a busy day with a full bladder, and sympathised with Jessica. She was a very intelligent and pretty strawberry blonde with a skinny figure, but a bit lacking in common sense sometimes. She had a t-shirt dress and leggings on, which hung off her, but gave a glimpse as to her slim figure underneath. Leah started talking to her to keep her mind off things, although she wasn't the only one - Aofie, who was a curvy and pretty Irish girl, wearing a grey dress, said she was bursting. Natalie was in a sense the ringleader of the girls – she was a practical, down-to-earth girl – quite like Leah as a matter of fact, only more assertive, something that, being the oldest of 4 siblings, had come naturally.
The bus arrived in town a little while later and both Jessica and Aofie looked quite pained. Natalie matter-of-factly lead everyone to a chain pub where her and Leah went to the bar, whilst the others ran down the stairs to the toilets. The bar area was busy and it took a long time to get served, although it wasn't an issue because the others were a long time coming back from the toilets. “Jesus christ the queue down there is horrible!” grumbled Aofie. The girls found a table in the corner and sat down, Leah drinking another vodka and coke. Aofie, who was quite talkative, was revelling in a tale of her boyfriend, who lived in Ireland still but came over to visit frequently. The conversation turned to boys and relationships, which always made Leah feel self-conscious – she'd been used to guys checking her out, but was usually too shy to say anything and if anybody complimented her she'd go bright red and not know what to say. She was still quite innocent – which, by the sounds of it, is more than could be said for Aofie. The others were sharing all sorts of things, and she wasn't too keen on revealing her total lack of experience – luckily her bladder provided a good enough excuse. “Better go early on if there's going to be queue!” she thought to herself. Natalie said she needed the loo too, so they went together.
They went downstairs into the basement where the toilets were situated and sure enough, there was a queue for the 3 cubicles. As Leah waited she could see several of the girls in front of her were obviously in need of relief quite badly – several were stepping from foot to foot or crossing their legs. She didn't need to go that badly, although Natalie, who was behind her, was crossing her legs.
A cubicle opened and Leah stepped inside. It was a pretty disgusting toilet, with wee all over the seat and on the floor. She was surprised how a girl had managed that. Nontheless, she needed to go, so she lifted her tight dress up, puller her tights and knickers to her ankles, and using the toilet roll holder as a support she hovered over the toilet, letting loose a stream of wee. She could hear the person next to her flushing and leaving, and Natalie taking her place. She saw, under the cubicle, Natalie's skin-tight jeans and black thong appear at her ankles and heard the release a ferociously strong stream. Leah had finished and managed to wipe herself and get dressed again without touching the disgusting surfaces. The girls left the toilets at similar times, washed their hands and went back upstairs.
By the time they got back to the table the others were keen on going to another place which had a promotion on – Aofie had been chatting up a promotions guy and had some free tickets. Although Leah was quite happy with where they were, people fancied a change so she went along with them. They left the pub and walked down back to the main high street and then along to the new club next to the markets. By this time it was about 11pm, and Leah was glad she'd put tights on – poor Jessica was complaining bitterly that it was too cold for her.
There was a queue to get in the club, which was packed out what with it being promotions night. They found a space at the bar and eventually managed to buy drinks, which they took to the edge of the dancefloor. Leah got through her beer quite quickly and was determined that she shouldn't drink any more – she didn't want to get too drunk. Although it was very busy she was enjoying the music and the good company. Aofie was flirting with another guy, as she often did, and Leah joined the others dancing with some friends. She ended up dancing with a guy she quite liked the look of, and when the song finished he took her to one side and asked if she'd like a drink. Not wanting to sound impolite, she accepted another vodka and coke, and spent a while chatting to this guy. As well as being good looking he seemed a decent type of guy – not a stuck-up arrogant arse, which she felt was an instant turn-off. Leah felt the familiar feeling of her bladder filling up, but she didn't want to leave this guy, so she stayed where she was. Her bladder was quite strong, anyway, and it took a lot to make her desperate – although it wasn't used to so much alcohol. He bought her another vodka and coke and she was getting a little bit drunk by this point. Leah felt that she needed to excuse herself sooner or later, as her bladder was now quite sore – but things were cut short as Natalie came over and said they'd have to leave now, or else they'd miss the last bus back to campus – and being students nobody wanted to pay for a taxi! Leah swapped numbers with Mark, the guy she'd met, and hugged him goodbye for now – although she felt a little uncomfortable as her bladder was compressed. She wanted to visit the toilets before they left, as she was quite desperate and could feel an intense pain in her stomach, but Natalie hurried everybody along.
Leah left the club with the others but was now in quite bad need of a toilet, having not been since earlier and having had three drinks in the last place. She was a bit drunk and getting a little clumsy, too. They passed a McDonalds' on the way to the bus stop, and she said she was going to go in there for the toilet. Jessica said she'd come along too, as she needed to go quite badly. They went inside but with no success – toilets were strictly for the use of customers, madam, company policy.
They rejoined the others and Jessica voiced some discontent. “Look, I'm really bursting for the loo. I'm going to go back to the club and go there, I really can't wait any longer”. Natalie was concerned - “Jess, the last bus leaves in 5 minutes, how will you get home? It's only 20 minutes, surely you can hold on?”. Leah wasn't sure what she should do – she'd had a couple of near misses and really didn't want to sit on a long bus ride with an achingly full bladder. At this point she remembered the £20 note she'd kept in her bra - “It's ok, I've got some cash. Me and Jess can go back to the club, and you guys catch the bus. This seemed to suit everybody so Aofie and Natalie stayed at the stop, whilst Leah and Jess headed back to the club.
Although it was gone midnight by this point, there was still an enormous queue to get in.
“You'll need to join the queue” said a bouncer, “It's about half an hour long at the moment”.
“Half an hour!” whimpered Jess “I can't wait half an hour!”
The bouncer looked quizzical, so Leah explained. “We've just come out but we realised we need the toilet, can we please please just come back in, have a wee, then go?”
“Can't do that love, look, there are people waiting here too. I'm sure they need the toilet and all. No, sorry, if I let one person in, I have to let everybody in. Rules is rules.”.
Leah was usually a reserved, shy girl but on this occasion, with this much alcohol in her, she had no hesitation in making an allegation as to the bouncer's parentage. Her and Jess headed off down the street.
“Leah, what are we going to do?” said Jess, who was never one for rational thought at the best of times. “I really need to pee, I really need to pee now!”.
Leah thought to herself, although her thoughts were affected by the alcohol. “I think we'll have to find somewhere to squat, unless you want to queue?”. She knew that, although Jess was vocal about it, she wasn't far behind. They stopped at the end of the road and Jess was fidgeting. Leah was trying to think but at the same time crossing her legs. A decision was needed and another twinge from her bladder hurried her along.
“Right, I've got it. Let's go down here and turn left, there's an alleyway around the back of the shops. We can go there”.
Jess didn't look like she cared for modesty or decorum right now, and she was in quite a state. Her right hand was pulling up her leggings so the fabric kept on tight around her crotch. Leah hadn't quite reached that stage yet, but she wasn't far behind.
They turned left into the alleyway behind the shops and bars. It was a pretty nasty place – a cobbled alleyway, with dustbins and parked cars, and assorted bits and bobs. Although she was quite drunk, Leah was definitely in charge of the situation, and she lead Jess halfway down the alleyway where there were two large bins parked with a gap between them, up against a wall.
“Right, can you go there? It's not perfect but there's a bit of privacy...”. She'd hardly finished talking by the time Jess had pulled her leggings and her black girl-boxers down and squatted between the bins. Leah watched as a stream arched from Jess's privates, ran across the path and into the drain by the edge. She was envious – she was desperate by this point! But it wouldn't be too long until she could get relief, too. She kept a look out in both directions, lest anybody else be approaching. Two guys entered the alleyway at the same edge that she and Jess had, and they ducked into a service doorway close to the entrance. Lucky men, with their being able to pee anywhere, thought Leah enviously.
Jess's stream had died down to a close, and she sighed. “Oh my god, that was amazing. I've never needed to pee that much! Have you got anything to wipe with?” she asked. Leah searched her bag, but to no avail. “Just bob up and down a bit and pull your pants up. It's not ideal, but it'll do. Jess was insistent that Leah keep lucking, although all Leah wanted was to swap places and empty her own bladder. She eventually convinced Jess that there was no chance of a tissue, so Jess bobbed around and wiggled her bottom. She stood up, her skinny frame highlighted, and pulled up her black girl-boxers and leggings again. The girls swapped places – Leah was happy, she'd been needing to urinate for a few hours now and the alcohol definitely made her need to go far worse than normal drinks. She positioned herself, back to the wall, between the bins, and carefully pulled down her tights and her dark pink lacey knickers. She could feel her bladder start to release, and was squatting into position when Jess shouted “Quick! Stop! Put them back on!”. Leah didn't really care by now, but Jess hissed “Come on! Quickly!” so she tugged her knickers and tights back up roughly and stood up, just before she set eyes on a PC and a WPC approaching them.
“Good evening ladies” said the Constable “Are you alright, around the back here?”
“Oh yes, we've just been out tonight, and... and...” started Jess.
“We were just on our way home” finished Leah.
“I see” continued the Constable “Well, look after yourselves. We've had a lot of problems down the back here – people getting things stolen and so on. We've had a lot of complaints that partygoers were urinating in the street – I hope you didn't intend on doing the same, young lady”
“Oh come on, I rrrreally need to go” blushed Leah, who was embarrassed to find a policeman talking about her weeing. She was particularly uncomfortable because her body had been about to empty itself when she was interrupted, and felt a chill down her spine. “There were two guys up there doing it, why didn't you get them?”
“I didn't see anybody up that way, young lady, but can I advise that if you need the toilet, you use the facilities in the club back there”.
“Oh please, just look the other way and keep on going” protested Leah, who was crossing her legs at the same time. She was totally not the sort of girl to argue with anybody in authority, especially not a police constable. She addressed the WPC “Surely you know what it's like, girls have smaller bladders than men”.
The WPC was stone-faced and authoritative. “Urinating in public is an offence, which attracts an £80 on the spot fine. Unless you wish to be given one, I suggest you go back to wherever it was that got you so drunk and use their facilities. If you urinate here, madam, I shall have you down the station”.
Heartless cow that she was, but that was that, really. Leah's parents would be furious if she was arrested for having a wee around the back of a nightclub at gone midnight. She shuddered from the thought – and also from the fact that she needed to wee very badly indeed. The girls started walking back the way they came, whilst the two police accompanied them to the edge. The police turned back to patrol the alleyway, leaving Leah doing a dance on the spot at the end.
Jess was cool as a cucumber by now. “I'm sure there's somewhere else we could go!” she suggested. “There are plenty more alleyways in the city!”. Leah was envious – she'd let Jess go first because she was always one to think of herself last, but now she was the one who'd been stopped from having a wee, just at the last minute. She was on the verge of a total humiliating accident.
The girls walked away from the main street past another row of shops, with great difficulty. Both were drunk and Leah was in urgent need of emptying her bladder. The next alleyway along had no bins and was visible all the way down. Although Leah was desperate, she wondered if the policeman would patrol that alleyway next. She didn't want to risk a fine. However, her body reminded her that she was risking having a major accident. As she stepped up onto the kerb she felt a twinge as a spot leaked out into her knickers.
“Jess, I'm just going to run for it. Next alleyway, whatever's there, I'm going to have a wee” she cried. She ran awkwardly, by this time with a hand in her own crotch, into the next alleyway, where there was a skip parked right by the entrance.
She concealed herself behind the skip, and threw her handbag onto the floor. She ran on the spot as if treading water, whilst she lifted her tight figure-hugging dress up and above her stomach. Another twinge signalled another escape. Still treading water, she pulled her tights down and tried to squat – noticing at the last minute her knickers hadn't come down with her tights – pulling them down just in time for her backside to swoop down and release a hissing, fierce stream between her legs onto the roadway. She was relieved beyond belief. Her problems were over.
“Fuck!” said Jess. “Cover yourself up!”
“I can't!” replied Leah, who was emptying her bladder at an impressive rate. Her mind filled with what she'd say to her parents. But rather than the police, a group of guys her age walked past, and started pointing and jeering at her, with one getting his phone out to take a picture. Leah had never felt so humiliated in all her life. She was squatting in the road, weeing all over the place, and guys were looking at her.
All of a sudden another guy appeared out of nowhere. “Oi, you, get going, nosey perverts!” this guy said, as he stood with his back to Leah to give her a shield. “I'll stand here until they've gone” he said.
Leah was very grateful as she finished up, inspected her lacey knickers for damage (minimal) and pulled them back up, followed by her tights, and let her dress down.
“Ok, thank you so much, I can't even- MARK!” she said to the guy. It was Mark who she'd met in the club earlier that night. Oh, she'd really done it this time.
“Oh my god, oh my god, I've totally screwed up and embarrassed myself” said Leah who started wailing and sobbing. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really had to go and I couldn't... just couldn't....”. Mark held her and let her cry. “Look, Leah, I didn't see it was you until you turned around. I just thought that those guys were wrong to be embarrassing you”. She was drunk and emotional, and totally embarrassed at the nice guy she'd met that night catching her when she was embarrassing herself. “Leah, don't worry” said Mark “I don't think any less of you. Everybody pees. It's human nature. Now, shall we get back to campus?”.
Leah, Mark and Jess walked back to the main roadway, which was much easier for Leah with her empty bladder. Mark hailed a taxi and they rode home to campus. Although he tried to pay the fare, Leah was insistent that she should, after all he'd done for her. She noticed him being gentlemanly and trying to look away as she extracted the £20 note from her bra, although she felt that a peek down her top was the least he deserved. She thanked him profusely and as they hugged goodbye she kissed him on the lips. She really thought she'd found someone special. Turning around, Jess was very giggly and started teasing Leah about her new love interest, which caused Leah to flush bright red and go very quiet.
The girls walked into their halls and up to the first floor, entering their flat. By now it was 2am, and they walked into the kitchen for a snack before bed. As they made some toast and gossiped about Mark, Aofie came out of the bathroom in her pyjamas, holding her dress which had a wet patch on the back. For the first time since Leah met her, Aofie was speechless. “I kinda had an accident” she said, but to Leah there was no kinda about it. “Those bloody buses! We've only been back ten minutes, it took so long, and I couldn't wait!”. She went off to her room and Natalie appeared and told them that Aofie had been quite drunk and had an accident where she sat on the bus, and they'd had to get off and walk home. “Did you find somewhere to go and get back alright?” asked Natalie. “Yeah” said Leah “it all turned out quite well in the end, actually...!”.
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Chapter 1: Rika
Sakura's class had outdoor classes on the beach. During the afternoon, the class swam in the ocean. As Rika spent time in the water as well, she felt pressure on her bladder. She wondered how to handle this. She could go in the ocean, but she felt if the water became warm, everyone would know what she was doing.
Having made her choice, Rika walked to the shore. "There is something I forgot to do," she told the others. "I will return in a minute," she finished with a bow. The other girls accepted this. Rika walked off looking for a bathroom. She contemplated wetting her bathing suit, but couldn't bring herself to do it. She felt more comfortable peeing with her lower clothing off.
Coming across a some bushes, Rika decided to have a tinkle there. She walked into the bushes until she was well hidden. Moving her suit to the side so her privates were exposed, Rika bent down and relaxed. Rika heard the soft sound of urine hitting the grass. She looked down and sighed in relief and giggled at the feeling of relief and enjoyment of watching her pee flow out and make a yellow puddle at her feet.
Finally, Rika's peeing slowed to a gentle trickle, the last few drops dripping from her to join the puddle in front of her. Now done, Rika wiped herself with the leaves and reajusted her swimsuit. She went back to join the others, secertly hoping for another chance to pee outside again.
Chapter 2: Chiharu
Chiharu was looking for a bathroom. As she watched some boys pass by, she thought of something. She knew how boys had it easy, able to pee standing. She even had to put up with her boyfriend Yamazaki's elaborate lies of such contests in ancient times. Still, Chiharu wondered if girls could pee as easily as boys.
Finding a tree well out of the way, Chiharu decided to try it here. Facing the tree, she pulled down her pants and panties while also lifting her skirt out of the way. First, she allowed herself to pee a little, making a small stream. She experimented, adjusting her private area in different ways and tried bending her legs.
Finally, Chiharu seemed to get in a position that worked for her. She allowed her stream to become stronger and it arched in front and hit the tree. Chiharu giggled at how fun this was. "I should do this more often," she said. As she finished, she lost control and got some urine on her. Fortunately, her clothes were well out of the way. She wiped all the wet parts on her body dry and made her way back to the others. "A little practice, and I should be better at it," she thought. After all, since everyone pees, why not make it fun?
Chapter 3: Naoko
Naoko went into the cave everyone would soon go into the next night. She wanted to enjoy the scary feeling of it. She walked a few feet into it and was soon surrounded by darkness. "Anyone or anything could be watching me and I can't see them," she said excitedly, her voice echoing off the walls. She hoped she might find ghosts in here.
She had other things to take care of first. The slight fear Naoko was experiencing was causing her bladder to weaken. She should relieve herself soon. Naoko, though enjoying scary things, always hoped not to wet herself in fear. Deciding to have some fun, Naoko chose to pee in here. Pulling her lower clothes down, she peed onto the rocks.
The darkness made it so Naoko couldn't see much. She wasn't entirely sure where the stream was hitting. The sound echoed throughout the cave and after it slowed to a trickle, the drops sounded loud and seemed to travel down the entire cave. Naoko wiped herself on something smooth. "I wonder if this a ghost that might come after me," she thought. But nothing happened. There was just an eerie silence now that the echoing drops of urine stopped. Naoko walked back out into the sun, eagerly awaiting her return to cave at night.
Chapter 4: Sakura, Tomoyo, and Sharaon
In the middle of the night, Sakura ran out the cabin, scared of Naoko's story of students disappearing in the cave they were going into. She calmed down a little after running into Sharaon. After talking a bit, Sakura returned to the cabin. "I thought she would never leave," said Sharaon. He had come out to find a private place to pee. It was a wonder he was able to listen and talk to Sakura while concealing his deperation.
Now finally alone, Sharaon stood in front of a rock. Pulling his shorts and and underwear down, he aimed and peed onto the rock, sighing in relief at finally being able to pee. He was amazed at how much urine was coming out. While waiting to finish, Sharaon decided to practice his kanji writing. Tracing his urine on the sand in a pattern, he made a symbol and finished his peeing by tinkling near it, making a puddle.
Sharaon examined the symbol he made. He was surprised to see it spelled sakura. "Why was I thinking about that word?" he asked. "Was I thinking about her? What could it mean?"
The night continued. Sakura still couldn't sleep, but now it was because of her full bladder. She wanted to relieve herself, but was still afraid of walking outside at night by herself. But if she didn't find a place to tinkle, she was sure to wet the bed. Stepping onto the floor, she was startled a bit by the creaking floor. Tomoyo was awoken by the sound. "Sakura-chan?" she asked.
Tomoyo looked at Sakura, who wasn't doing a good job hiding her desperation. Understanding, Tomoyo said, "You can come with me, Sakura-chan." Taking her hand, Tomoyo led Sakura outside. Tomoyo couldn't help but admire the cuteness of Sakura as she tried to hold it in. Thinking Sakura couldn't wait any longer, Tomoyo brought her to some secluded foliage.
Sakura blushed at thought of peeing front of her friend, but Tomoyo said, "It's all right, Sakura-chan. I'll go with you." Tomoyo peed onto the ground and the sight and sound of the stream was too much for Sakura. Pulling her bottoms to her knees and bending down, she peed very powerfully. Tomoyo was delighted at the sight of Sakura's relief and her stream of urine. While Sakura was distracted, Tomoyo touched a bit of Sakura's urine, enjoying the warmth and tickle of it. Sakura noticed and did the same to Tomoyo. The girls giggled.
After wiping on the leaves, they made their way back. Awkwardly talking about their interaction, Tomoyo finished by saying their were other ways they could have fun while peeing. Curious, Sakura agreed when they got back to Tomoyo's mansion. Tomoyo looked forward to it, having a lot fun planned for her and Sakura.
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Sakura, Tomoyo, Rika, Naoko, and Chiharu walked home from school through the park. In a secluded part covered with trees and plants, Chiharu said, "I'll catch up. I would like to go to the bathroom." "There isn't one nearby," observed Rika. "That's ok," said Chiharu. "I don't mind going outside." "We'll wait," said Sakura.
Chiharu went a little into the wooded area. The others caught a glimsp of her standing by a tree. They were surprised when she lowered the front of her skirt and panties and peed onto the tree in a perfect standing position. "How are you able to stand like that?" asked Naoko when Chiharu returned. "I just got the idea from Yamazaki," said Chiharu. "He talked about how easy boys have it and I wanted to see if girls could do the same so I practiced a lot. It's actually pretty fun. I can show you if you want." The others agreed.
When they arrived on the playground with the king penguin slide, Naoko said, "I thought about something else that might be fun." To everyone's surprise, Naoko went to the sand around the slide, pulled her skirt and panties down, and squatted over the sand. She relaxed and pee flowed onto the sand damping it. The spot Naoko made was a good size. "You can make sandcastles and they'll stay better," said Naoko, making a small sandcastle. Tomoyo giggled. "That is fun," she said. "I have something in mind with Sakura-chan. Do you have any ideas, Rika-chan?"
Rika, always trying to act proper, saw softly, "I might." "If we can fun together, there's nothing wrong with it," said Sakura, noticing Rika's reaction. "I guess I can have fun with everyone like this and I wouldn't want you to be left out." Deciding it was alright among her friends, Rika climbed to the top of the slide. She looked down, wondering how to handle her clothes for what she had in mind. Seeing no solution, Rika sighed and took off her shoes and socks. Then she pulled her skirt and panties down to her feet and stepped out of them.
Naked from the waist down, Rika slid down the slide, allowing her urine to flow freely. She was able to shoot it into the air and it arched over and hit the rest of the slide. Rika slid through a puddle and hit the sand. The girls said it looked like fun. Naoko, having washed her hands, gathered some more water and gave it to Rika to wash herself. Tomoyo took Sakura's hand and led her to the top of the slide. "Just follow me," said Tomoyo. Sliding the clothes under her waist to her knees, Tomoyo keeled and peed down the slide.
Sakura did the same, joining her pee with Tomoyo's, making one yellow stream that poured down the slide. Then both reached and felt the others stream, causing both to giggle and enjoy the feeling of peeing together. Finished, Sakura threw down Rika's clothes, who had finished washing and got dressed. Feeling they could use a wash themselves, Sakura and Tomoyo went to a nearby creek and bathed themselves, joined by the other girls mostly out of fun. "I wish we could have more fun like this," said Naoko. The others agreed. "I have ideas for around school, if you want to be risky about it." The others decided to join in. Sakura was unsure, but was comforted and encouraged by Tomoyo. Finally Sakura said she would join the others. On the way back, with only Tomoyo watching, Sakura used the RAIN Card to wash away the urine everyone left behind.
The next day during break, the girls gathered in the music room where Chiharu led the others into peeing standing onto a large drum. Sakura secretly used the ERASE Card on the spot left behind later. Then Rika surprised everyone once again by coming up with an idea in cooking class. Some time later, the girls were by themselves in the classroom. Rika then peed into a bowl of flour. The others joined it, peeing into measuring cups they added to the flour or other ingredients they were later added. Curious, they decided to use their urine in the cakes they were baking. When the cakes were done, the girls talked about how they had an unusual taste, but it wasn't very strong and they could eat. Also, they got a lot of practice standing, which Chiharu said they were getting good at.
While the girls had their fun, Sharaon and Meling had their own fun. It started in class where Sharaon was waiting for the end of class. He needed a bathroom and spent the last minutes crossing his legs. Finally, he was to leave. Running, he paid no attention to his surroundings and ran into a room. "Meling?" he asked. "Why are you in here?" "This is the girls' room," said Meling. As Sharaon looked around, he realized he was in the girls' room. Turning red, he ran out and instead of going to the nearby boys' room, kept running to get as far away as possible.
"Sharaon!" called Meling. She wondered what she should do. She needed to pee, but she was concerned for Sharaon. "My Sharaon needs me," she decided. Ignoring the pressure on her bladder, Meling ran out to find Sharaon. Sharaon was outside. He was so far from the school now. Stopping, he felt his bladder spasm. Holding himself, he looked around desperately. Seeing a pond, he walked to it. He pulled his pants and underwear down, aimed over the water, and relaxed. Sharaon couldn't help but sigh in relief as his pee hit the water, making a splashing sound and a yellow bubbly spot. He continued to pee for over a minute before he was done. Pulling his underwear and pants up, he went back inside, hoping no one would find out about the recent events.
Meling was also outside. She guessed she would have to find Sharaon. "But I really got to go right now," she thought. Spotting a tree, Meling ran to it. Panting, she pulled her skirt and panties to her knees and bent down. She relaxed and watched her pee escape her bladder very fast. Meling sighed in relief and closed her eyes, completely immersed in the wonderful feeling of relief. Finally, after what felt like a long time later, she could hear and feel her stream slow to a soft trickle. Meling watched as the final drops dipped into the large bubbly yellow puddle she made. Going to a nearby pond, she washed herself clean.
Later at their apartment, Sharaon didn't say anything to Meling. After a while, she asked Sharaon to join her at the balcony in his room. When they were outside, Meling lifted her dress, brought her panties to her feet, leaned back and peed over the railing in front of Sharaon. Smiling, he joined in, crossing streams with Meling while he remembered a time in Hong Kong. Unable to wait for his sisters to finish in the bathroom, Sharaon had went outside to pee on a bush. As he started peeing, Meling walked up. After a quick look at each other, Meling bent down and peed onto the bush along with Sharaon. Afterwards, they guessed their relationship would never be the same.
Now Meling invited Sharaon for more fun on the balcony. This time however, Meling didn't take anything off. She let her pee soak her panties, then her outer clothing and finally over the railing. Sharaon decided to try it too. He peed into his underwear, then his shorts and over the railing. The cousins laughed as they admired the spots on their clothing and their streams this time and last time. They changed and went to bed, Sharaon feeling better over the day.
During the strawberry picking trip, Sakura, Tomoyo, Rika, Naoko, and Chiharu came up with the idea of peeing on the strawberries. Sakura convinced the others to invite Meling. Meling joined the other girls, dragging Sharaon with her. Meling and the others asked Sharaon to have fun with them, saying they didn't care he was a boy. He was their friend and they wanted to have fun together. "You can stand next to Meling-chan," said Tomoyo. "We've got nothing to hide," said Meling. "I've taken baths with my father and older brother, so it's all right," said Sakura.
Finally agreeing, Sharaon peed onto the strawberries on the plant with the other girls. He tried to look only at Meling, but couldn't help but notice Sakura. Now he was sure he felt something strange about her. Afterwards, they decided to try the strawberries they tinkled on. "The ones you used are so sweet, Sakura-chan," said Tomoyo. Sharaon secretly thought the same as well. Everyone tried at least one strawberry everyone peed on. They agreed, even Sharaon, all of them were still pretty good and it was fun. Sharaon felt a little more comfortable having a private moment with girls he was friends with, even to his confusion, Sakura. He wondered if he would get another chance to pee with the others again. Heading back to the class, Tomoyo secretly took and ate all the strawberries Sakura peed on. |
After the final card became a Sakura Card and Sakura and Sharaon came together, Sakura and Tomoyo spent an afternoon together in Tomoyo's mansion. After some tea and both girls had full bladders, they decided to play an old game. Knowing they could use the ERASE card, they had fun peeing on things in Tomoyo's room, from on the carpet to the bed and out the balcony, ending by wetting themselves. Afterwards, Sakura used ERASE and all stains vanished and their clothes were dry.
"It's a same we can only use one card for our fun," said Sakura. "Why don't we see if we can use other cards as well?" suggested Tomoyo. "We can have Li-kun and Meling-chan join us as well." Sakura seemed interested and asked the others, who joined in out of curiousity. They decided to take turns using a card they thought they could use with peeing. With all the cards laid out, Sakura went first. Going with her most used card, she chose WINDY.
Coming up with an idea, Sakura laid on Tomoyo's bed and pulled her shorts and panties off. Peeing into the air, she summoned WINDY, creating a powerful wind that blew Sakura's urine a great distance and out the window. Everyone was impressed. Tomoyo went next. She picked up SWEET. Taking a cup, Tomoyo peed into it and Sakura called forth SWEET, who placed sprinkles into the cup. The yellow pee turned pink and Tomoyo sipped. "It's so sweet now," she said. Everyone took a sip and agreed it had a very sweet flavor.
Sharaon chose his most used card next, TIME. They went to the park, which was full of people. Sakura used TIME to stop time for everyone except her, Tomoyo, Sharaon, and Meling. Knowing how much power it took for Sakura to use TIME, Sharaon hurried to a spot in front of everyone. Pulling his shorts and underwear down, he peed onto the grass where everyone could see, but only Sakura, Tomoyo, and Meling noticed. As soon as he finished, Sakura resumed time, exhausted from the strength needed to use TIME.
Meling, who was drinking as much juice as she could, gave some to Sakura. "This will give your strength back," she said. "It'll also help make you ready for your turn again," said Tomoyo. As Sakura drunk, Meling could feel the need to pee. "Use SLEEP," she said. Sakura used the card and everyone in the park fell asleep. Running to the spot Sharaon peed on, Meling slid her shorts and panties to her knees, bent down, and released a strong stream near Sharaon's spot. "That was more than mine," said Sharaon, as everyone examined the spots afterward.
In a secluded spot, Sakura used FLY. With wings on her staff, Sakura rode on it in the air, her clothes out of the way as she relaxed. Pee sprinkled onto the ground from the sky, and it seemed to everyone else a rainbow appeared. "Anyone else want to try?" asked Sakura on the ground. The others eagerly agreed. Tomoyo joined Sakura in the sky, watching as her pee fell a long way to the ground. Sharaon went next. After watching his girlfriend pee in such a way, he didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore and just relaxed and didn't mind Sakura watching. Everyone went back after Meling had a turn and admitted to each other the nice feeling of wind in a private place.
As Tomoyo decided on another card, she remembered a way of tinkling Naoko used. Tomoyo chose SAND next. The card made a large area of sand. Tomoyo led the others in peeing on the sand, making dark spots that made it easy to make sandcastles. They finished by covering their lower bodies in sand and peed, enjoying the nice feeling they experienced of soft sand and pee mixed together. The sand vanished with ERASE.
When Sharaon was ready for another turn, he chose SNOW. With a large area of snow, he peed out Sakura's name, thinking no girl could do the same. He was surprised when all three girls stood and peed out symbols as well. Standing next to him, Sakura peed out Sharaon's name with a heart. Both smiled at each other and held hands, admiring the others work. Meling and Tomoyo worked to pee out a poem. Meling wrote the first few verses and Tomoyo finished the rest. The others were impressed at the elegance of the symbols formed and Sharaon admitted he could never write so beautifully. "We can all practice together," said Sakura, but mostly to Sharaon, as she thought mostly the two of them would make a good team. Her practitcing standing with Sharaon while he learned graceful writing from Sakura. Tomoyo secertly agreed to practice writing with Sakura, so she could teach Sharaon.
Looking over the cards, Meling chose DASH. She led the others to one side of the mansion. "I will run all the way from the other side to here," she said. Walking to the other side, which took a couple minutes, Meling used DASH and appeared in front of the others, already peeing on a tree within seconds. Then Meling paused and ran to another spot a few feet away within a second and peed there. When she was done, Meling peed on a series of spots several yards apart from each one.
Sakura chose MIRROR next and said she would use it at school. During class, Sakura used MIRROR to create an image of herself. As it sat, no one but Tomoyo, Sharaon, and Meling noticed as the real Sakura snuck out the room into the empty hallway and peed out the window. This gave Tomoyo an idea for her next turn. She picked ILLUSION next. Sakura used it to create an illusion of Tomoyo watering classroom flowers when she was asked to, while everyone else didn't see Tomoyo peeing onto the flowers.
When Sharaon took another turn, he chose WOOD. Sakura made a large tree that enough space for all four of them to stand by side by side. Sharaon aimed and peed onto the tree along with Meling. Sakura and Tomoyo started peeing in a normal girl poistion, but watching Sharaon, Sakura stood next to him, and holding hands, both crossed streams and made a large puddle at their feet. Later, Meling chose MIST and peed openly while people walked by, hidden by a mist.
Sakura chose LITTLE next. At a small size, Sakura peed on a plant in Tomoyo's hallway as servants walked by, unable to see Sakura. Selecting WATERY, Tomoyo led the others into peeing into a large body of water, then peeing while in the water. Everyone liked feeling the warm water each other created. Soon Sharaon was next. As he thought about one card, he asked Sakura, "How would you like to go like a boy? I could also go like a girl." He chose CHANGE. Sakura happily agreed.
Both of them alone in the garden, Sharaon felt a little uneasy peeing in Sakura's body, so Sakura in Sharaon's body used the RAIN card. The falling water increased their need to go. Sakura pulled down Sharaon's clothes and without thinking too much about it, held herself so she could aim and made an arc of pee easily in front of her. Sharaon did the same, lowering himself onto the grass. Without needing to hold himself, he tried not to look too much at Sakura's private area and peed like a girl. He couldn't help but watch as he made a puddle before his feet, experiencing how girls peed. Afterward, Sakura cleaned Sharaon in her body with BUBBLES.
When Sakura and Sharaon returned to their bodies, Meling used the JUMP. Making large jumps, she made large golden arcs that rose serveral feet into the air. Sakura followed with BIG, no longer feeling uneasy when she became big. Sakura's stream was very large, like a golden waterfall, which splashed everywhere, and the others felt some of the spray, leading to laughter from all four of them. Then Tomoyo suggested they all use CREATE.
Meling used the card to create young versions of the girls that they taught peeing standing. It was a strange feeling as they held the private areas of their younger selves, but they were soon able to pee like their older selves. Sharaon meanwhile, wrote a scenario where everyone could pee together without any thought of it. Soon they became a part of it, where all four peed everywhere they could, in streets, alleys, and throughout school, joined in with Chiharu, Naoko, and Rika, who all had fun together. Tomoyo added a part to CREATE where everyone stood side by side and as each one peed, a different musical sound appeared and when everyone tinkled together, the most beautiful song was heard for miles.
Sakura wrote a scenario invloving a fountain. When all the girls and Sharaon came upon it, the need to pee came over them. Everyone walked across the empty basin and stood on a raised tier. Then everyone peed a clear stream into the larger basin. But their streams didn't stop. They continued to flood the area under them and the level slowly rose. No one minded, as they enjoyed the fun there were having and were glad it would last for a time. Finally the streams slowed down to a trickle and the last drops dripped into the water below. The fountain was full of their pee, but the color was crystal clear. Together they had made the most beautiful fountain in the city. They all loved watching the sparkling water cycle through and pour into the crystal clear water. It was a story Sakura, Tomoyo, Sharaon, and Meling were glad to write and be a part of. They agreed to play their game with the cards, each using a card the other used this time, as much as they could. It was the most fun all four had together. |
[yo. Are y'all ready for some chibitalia wettings? I am, so I might do more than one story, but the first one is going to be Prussia, cause he's cute. So, I guess you can leave ideas or requests if you even read this. Also, this is not sexual, so if you suggest something sexual, I might hit you, figuratively.
Also, again, just a note. But this is going on the theory that if you wear pants, you're fully potty trained. Most of this is lead up, so sorry.]
"Notice anything different?" Hungary spoke, using the gloating tone that was around too often for Prussia's taste. And for the record, he DID notice something different, he just wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.
Not getting an answer soon enough, she replied for him, "I finally got my pants. And you still are hopelessly without," as if she needed to say that. And just rubbing it in made him question their friend ship a bit.
And that just made him grumpy. The young albino crossed his arms over his chest, "So? You're a girl, you should wear a dress in stead of pants."
He shouldn't have said that, and he knew it. It didn't get him any where, except on the ground, being pinned down by the other nation. "If I'm such a girl, then how come I'm better at everything?"
He scowled, just about to make a come back when she laughed.
Oh, she didn't mean it. She was playing around. Smirking, Prussia pushed on here shoulders and rolled over changing their positions and officially declaring a wrestling war.
Soon, both children were rolling around in the dirt, trying to prove who was the man and who wasn't; just having a good time in general. That is, until Germania came over.
His presence alone caused them to stop roughhousing, ending with Hungary on top "Prussia," he spoke formally to his son, as he always did, "Don't you think it's time for a bathroom break?" The elder nation knee that if he left him to his own devices long enough, he would cut it too close or have an accident all together.
Normally, the albino wouldn't pay any thought to his father's comment but the whole introduction of pants wearing adults being his friend made him blush deeply. It also didn't help with the fact that Hungary was currently sitting atop him, giggling like mad.
He pushed Hungary off and followed his Vati. Admittedly, he needed help to reach the seat, not that he would ever tell Hungary that.
When he got back, his friend still teased him, though it passed quickly, much like the first time. It went like that through the day with Vati making us he didn't wet himself and Hungqry's relentless teasing. By the time she left, he was seriously upset.
"Vati?" Prussia began aas he ate his dinner later that day.
The elder glance at him with a curt nod, signaling him to continue, "When will I get pants like Hungary?"
He asked as a question, though he meant it a request.
"I suppose when you can go to the bathroom on your own and stop wetting the bed." His answer caused the younger one to pout, that was never going to happen.
"That's not fair. Hungary already got hers and she's not even a man! And she makes fun of meeeeee," he whined dramatically, trying to get Germania to give him pants right that moment.
"Then man up and learn to control yourself." e blond man answered simply, not phased by his theatrics.
Prussia slumped in his chair, pouting, until an idea hit him. "Vati! Can we pretend I do that when Hungary comes over? Pleasssssssseeeeee?" again, he drew out the last word as if it made a difference.
Sighing in defeat, Germania agreed, only because he saw it as an opportunity for a lesson.
The next time Hungary was over, he was proudly wearing pants, beaming much like the way she originally beamed.
As he expected she ran over and smirked, "Finally got your pants?"
He smiled, her reaction only puffing up his ego more, "Yeah, the same day you told me about yours."
"Well then we're both officially adults." they continued small talk before that evolved into play.
This time, however, their games and such rent interrupted by reminders for potty breaks.
Soon enough, Prussia was squirming around as they played with stick swords, unaware of the os sure in his bladder. He always tended to forget about his body in times of play. He didn't notice his growing need until it was painfull.
He suddenly stopped their play, "Wait, I need to go potty," in his desperation, he didn't realize he let the p-word slip. No one used the word potty unless you were a baby, hats what they decided a few months back.
He tried rushing off, but his body had other plans. Aftere just a few steps, he began to go. No spurts before hand, just full on wetting. He blushed brightly as his urine cascaded down his legs. There're wasn't even room to think Hungary hadn't noticed, not in his wildest dreams.
Her reaction only made his face flush redder, the blood showing up easily on his pale skin. "Maybe someone should, take your pants away! You look like a baby!" and so the jesters continued,
Mortified, he didn't move from his spot. Instead, he crossed his arms and looks larded down at the puddle he made as angry tears made his way down his red cheeks.
Soon enough, Germania caught on and walked over. Sighing, he took Prussias hand to lead him away. That was when the lecture started. |
Leah goes to the Beer FestivalWhat happens when you take girls, alcohol and limited facilities, and mix them together?Thanks to corsa198 who provided the idea for this storyline.It was the May in Leah's first year at university. She was enjoying her time away from home, meeting new people and having a great time. She'd had quite a reserved upbringing, with protective parents, and was loving the freedom. She was still very sensible - although she would go out drinking and sometimes get a bit drunk, she didn't see the point of getting so drunk she couldn't remember anything. Whilst she'd been very nervous initially at the prospect of leaving home, she'd settled in well, and enjoyed the company of her flatmates in halls. She'd met a guy, Mark, a few months ago, and they had been on a series of dates since then.Halfway through May, the university held their annual beer festival. The student union arranged a series of microbreweries to set up a stand and sell their beer to the students over the bank holiday weekend. It cost £5 to enter but then pints were only £1 each. Students being students, the prospect of cheap beer was more than welcome.Leah finished her lectures on the Friday at 3pm, and she'd arranged to meet up with her flatmates and some other friends afterwards. The day was scorching, and as she sat in her last lecture of the day, she was struggling to stay awake in the stuffy 1980s lecture hall, let alone make any coherent notes on what the lecturer was saying. Why did they always schedule the most droning lecturers in the hottest theatres? She was studious, yet found it difficult to pay attention. Admittedly, the fact that she had a hoodie and jeans on didn't help, but when she'd got up in the morning it was cold outside! And she'd put the hoodie on without anything underneath, which precluded taking it off.As the lecture finished she stopped for a can of energy drink - the caffeine and sugar would give her a well-needed boost. She bumped into Mark, who still had a couple of lectures that afternoon, and they shared a cuddle and a kiss before heading their different ways. Returning to her halls, where her flat was empty, she lay down on the sofa. She was looking forward to the beer festival - it would probably be the last enjoyable weekend before revision started for the end of year exams. Leah had proved a model student in her first batch of exams just before Christmas; with excellent marks on all her papers. She was further blessed with good looks and a lovely personality. Her shiny curly hair went far down her back and her deep brown eyes meant she could melt many a guy's heart.She'd arranged to meet up with the girls from her halls and then go down and meet Mark at the student's union at 7pm. The other girls weren't in yet, so she took the opportunity to use the bathroom. It was a rare luxury to be able to have a bath without somebody knocking on the door needing to use the toilet, hurrying you along. Especially in the mornings – six girls waking up nearly always resulted in one person crossing their legs. She missed the comfort of her bathroom at home. The facilities were quite spartan here, although modern - a plain white bath, toilet, and wash hand basin, with paper towels and liquid soap - it wasn't like being at home! However, in fairness, at least it was clean. Leah sat on the toilet, pulled down her jeans and pink girl-boxers, and emptied her bladder whilst her bath ran, then had a relaxing soak in the bath.Returning to her room she selected a floral patterned playsuit to wear. She was a prudent spender and scoured the online clothing retailers for special offers - she'd picked this up for £10 in a sale a few months ago. Playsuits were an ingenious invention, she always thought. They looked pretty and elegant enough for most parties etc, but were more ladylike than a dress. Whilst Leah was very proud of her underwear, she'd rather it was saved for people who needed to see it. Her flatmate Aofie, on the other hand, was somewhat unladylike and Leah wouldn't be surprised if half the city had seen her knickers every time she went out in a short dress. She kept her girl-boxers on – they were like tighter versions of guy's boxers, but in pink and with a pretty white lace trim around the edge, and she finished off with a black bra.As the evening went on, Jess, Aofie and Leah all got changed out of their daytime student attire into something better looking, comparing outfits etc. As 7pm approached they left the halls and headed down the campus. They met up with Laura, a friend of Jess' from her course.The weather was still glorious as they approached the union, and the lawn outside had been set up with rows of stands, with a considerable queue to enter. Leah paid her £5 entry fee and together with Mark headed around the different stalls. She was quite naive when it came to beer - she would usually just drink vodka and coke or something similar. Mark knew far more than her and was filling her in on the differences between the different beers. They bought a couple of bottles each, as well as an ice-cream from the ice-cream stall, and found a spot on the grassy lawn to sit down and enjoy the sun.Leah had been dating Mark for a few months now, and although Aofie and Jess were always pushing her and asking what they had and hadn't done, she was quite content with how things were going. They had a great time together, could sit for hours chatting and cuddling, and he was terribly caring and protective over her. It was just in his nature to be a decent gentleman and Leah found that far more important than anything else. Not that she was squeaky clean and entirely innocent! Jess was talking about a guy she'd dated who turned out to be a knob with only one thing on his mind – Leah was glad she had a semblance of taste, at least.Leah was also talking to Laura, who she had met a couple of times at parties but didn't know too well. She originated from Somerset where she'd grown up on a farm and had strong local opinions on some of the beers and ciders on offer! She was a beautiful blonde, with a perfect hourglass figure which her miniskirt and crop-top showed off well. Leah found out that she was a dancer and had appeared in a couple of promotional videos – which explained her self-confidence. Leah knew she was pretty herself – Mark made her feel it often – but she honestly wouldn't have the confidence to dance around in a leotard.Laura headed off to the toilets, whilst Mark returned with another beer that he insisted was the best thing since sliced bread. Leah drank the bottle quickly, given how warm it was and she'd got quite thirsty from talking. They sat and continued chatting – Aofie had another tale of her boyfriend from Ireland. Leah was always in two minds about Aofie – she was a nice enough girl and her heart was in the right place, and from what she'd gathered she'd never been entirely unfaithful to her boyfriend – but she'd come damn close on too many occasions for her liking. “She's greedy” Mark had said when Leah confided in him “And an example that it's not just men who cheat!”.Leah had the hiccups by this point and downed a pint of ice-cool water to try and get rid of them. Although she'd been away at uni for almost a year now, she was still careful not to get too drunk. She enjoyed tipsiness and perhaps a little drunkenness – it lowered her inhibitions, made her chattier and helped her feel less awkward and meet new people. However, she'd always stopped herself before going too far. She was also keen to remember the effect that alcohol had on her bladder, so when Laura returned from the toilets she thought it time to make a visit herself.Leah followed the signs which directed to the set of portaloos which had been arranged around the back of the event. Although she wasn't the biggest fan of portable toilets - who was? - they'd do under the circumstances. However, when she got there, she was dismayed to see several girls with crossed legs arguing with a podgy middle-aged man in overalls."Sorry ladies, these units are not in a serviceable condition. You can't use them I'm afraid" said the maintenance man."Oh but whyyyy?" pleaded one girl in a whining tone, bent double."They are becoming full and are unsafe. If more people use them, they'll end up overflowing and that's a sanitary hazard. You'll have to use other facilities" he said, locking off the final cubicle with his pass key and pasting an "OUT OF ORDER" sign over the doorway. He pulled the temporary fencing across the top for added emphasis.“Pleeeease!” pleaded another girl, who was treading water and fidgeting like mad. “I don't want to have to queue again! Will you please let me in?” She spoke with a baby-sweet voice, and made an effort to show her cleavage to good effect, but this didn't have any effect on the maintenance man.“No, I'm sorry, you can't use these toilets. They just aren't safe, sorry”.The poor girl fidgeted away and Leah felt quite sorry for her – she'd been in that state of desperation before herself. But her own needs were important now.Reluctantly, Leah headed to the other set of facilities, which were on the other side of the beer stalls. Here there was a considerable queue of desperate ladies - most men were using the temporary urinals provided. Fortunately for her the maintenance man looking after this area wasn't locking any units off, but re-stocking them with paper and hand towels. Although she'd set off in plenty of time, as she queued she felt increasingly desperate. The girl in front of her looked worse off, she was almost walking around in circles continually.When the girl came to the front, with Leah behind, she saw what she thought was a free cubicle right in front of her and walked up to it. Indeed, the lock was unlocked, but unfortunately it was occupied by some poor forgetful girl! The whole queue saw her hovering over the toilet, with her turquoise knickers at her ankles, spraying the bowl with a very strong stream. Although it was only for a couple of seconds, everybody had seen it. Leah felt sorry for the poor girl. She was a decent, kind person – whilst lots of people would laugh and gossip about “the girl who didn't lock the door”, Leah always kept quiet and respected people's privacy. It wasn't to say she didn't like a laugh and a joke – she did – but not at someone else's expense.Finally she was at the front of the queue and a cubicle became free towards one end. Leah walked towards it hurriedly, but was beaten to it by the maintenance man. “Just one minute please love, I'm just going to check the facilities”. Seconds from relief and she had to hang on there, treading on her heels. Her bladder was complaining bitterly that the relief it had been promised was postponed. The man filled up the toilet paper and soap from his cleaning cart and then left, with Leah scooting in very quickly.Before she did anything else, she checked – double check – triple checked that she'd locked the door. She didn't want to be burst in on. It had been a few years since Leah had been in a portaloo but these weren't too bad, perhaps thanks to the man cleaning them frequently. Nevertheless, they were extremely cramped. Leah realised that, as she was wearing a playsuit, she'd have to get undressed to quite a degree before she could wee. This was a tricky enough challenge when she needed a wee, but in a confined space was worse! She manipulated her arm over to undo the top, and slid the suit down past her shoulders and hips and to her knees. She was careful to not drop it on the floor or let it touch the dirty toilet cubicle, so held it at her knees. She was by this time quite frantic, hovering over the toilet in just her bra and knickers! With her other hand she grabbed hold of her pink girl-boxers and pulled them, too, down to her knees, before she manoeuvred her bottom over the toilet and let go.A hissing noise proceeded a stream of wee escaping her privates, raining down with a pitter-patter onto the plastic bowl of the portaloo. Her bladder had been quite full and she felt a growing sense of relief, a tingling in her spine. She continued to wee until she was empty, and then pushed out a few last spurts. She was determined to make sure she was absolutely empty as possible, because she didn't want another desperate queue wait soon. As she hovered and let the last few drops drip, she noticed somebody trying the door – a deep intake of breath followed, but luckily she'd locked it.She took a couple of sheets of the toilet paper and wiped herself, before pulling her girl-boxers back up. They were very tight and clung tightly to her private area. She manoeuvred her playsuit back over her hips and shoulders and secured it. Leah checked that she was properly dressed – usually toilets at least had a mirror, but not portable ones, and she'd left her handbag with Mark. She was paranoid after having had her skirt tucked into her knickers at school one day. Fortunately, no such mishaps today, and she emerged into the bright sunlight (blinking, after the darkness of the portaloo) and headed back to the centre of the festival.As she went back to where Mark and the others were sitting, she noticed it had got decidedly busier the last few hours. “Where have you been?” asked Mark. Leah explained about the toilets being out of order and the queue for the others. “Christ, imagine what they'll be like with all these extra people!”. Leah didn't really want to imagine! Laura related a story about when she'd been at a local cider festival in Somerset, with only three portaloos. The men had given up long ago and started weeing in a ditch, but it had taken a particularly brave girl to give in and be the first girl to squat in full view of anyone. Laura herself, made more brazen by the Somerset cider, had joined in after a while. She justified it with the guys being too drunk to remember anything!The area started getting busier and Aofie suggested that the girls head inside to the main student bar, which was quiet with everyone being outside enjoying the sun. Jess and Laura joined her but Leah decided to stay with Mark. They bid goodbye to the girls and Mark showed her another type of beer which he thought she should try. She was really very naïve and very trusting of his opinion – she usually much preferred a vodka and coke to beer!After a while Leah started to get a bit fed up with it being so busy, and Mark suggested that they could go for a walk in the gardens. The university campus was built on the site of an old country house, and although much of the premises had been redeveloped, a generous section of the landscaped gardens remained – the country house itself now functioning as the library. Mark and Leah often went for a walk there in the evenings, as it was quite quiet – not really a place many students spent their time!Mark went to one of the stalls and bought a few more bottles whilst Leah, ever the practical one, picked up a couple of bottles of the free drinking water – with it being so hot she was worried about being dehydrated. They left the beer festival merry and arm-in-arm and headed over to the landscaped gardens. It was the middle of summer so, even at this time of the evening, there was ample daylight. It was so quiet in that corner of campus – you would very occasionally come across another student, or perhaps a couple, but it was very easy to forget about other people and absorb yourself in the beauty of the gardens.Mark and Leah were very familiar with the layout, from their walks here together, and they headed inside and through the wooded area to a grassy verge at the edge of the path, at the top of the sloping grass down to the house. This was very popular on snowy winter days for tobogganing, and each year hosted a photo-booth and bar during graduation week, but tonight it was deserted except for the young couple and the odd rabbit or squirrel lolloping around.Mark announced that he needed the toilet and stood up, heading towards the bushes. Leah was careful not to be overt, but saw out of the corner of her eye him unzipping, pulling out his penis and spraying the tree liberally. As she did so, her own bladder gave a twinge, as if to remind her that it existed and that it, too, would need emptying again at some point. Mark returned and cracked open another bottle, and they kissed and cuddled.After half an hour or so of more drinking on the grass, Leah's bladder was starting to complain. She was leaning on Mark, who noticed something was wrong. “You alright, Leah? Got ants in your pants?”. “Nooo” she laughed, before going red “I need a wee”. She wasn't normally as open as that – usually using an euphemism - but, she figured, Mark was different and, after all, he had seen her squatting before. “Do you want to go back to the beer festival? Or to halls?” he said. Bless him, he always had her best interests in mind. “No, I'll be ok” she heard herself say. She wasn't sure why, because it would make sense to head somewhere now, but perhaps she was just enjoying his company too much.They opened the final bottle each and drank it. Both were quite merry by this point, and Leah was finding it very difficult to keep still. As they finished, Leah leant over and kissed Mark, who playfully touched her bottom. She retaliated by tickling him in the armpits – where she knew he was ticklish and would go mad. Perhaps with her alcohol induced euphoria she forgot that his habitual response to this was to tickle her tummy – which he duly did, and as she laughed she relaxed her muscles for a second. She felt a warm sensation as a squirt of wee leaked from her bladder, into her knickers.“Shit, Mark!!” she squeaked.“Are you alright?”. He sounded concerned.Leah sat and thought for a moment. “Don't-tickle-me-when-I-need-a-wee!” she said sternly. “I really need to go now, I just leaked a bit”. She felt embarrassed – she wouldn't normally say that sort of thing – even to Mark – but the beer had lowered her inhibitions.“Do you want to go back to the halls now?” asked Mark. “No, they're too far” said Leah, blushing again as she realised she had admitted to being so close to an accident she couldn't walk for fifteen minutes. She sat thoughtfully for another moment “I'll just go up where you went. Can you guard it for me, please?”.Mark agreed and they picked up their coats and headed up to the top of the grass where the bushes began. Mark pointed to the bush he'd gone behind – there was a small clearing behind it and, by the looks of a few tissues, Leah wasn't the first girl with this idea.“OK, turn around” she said and Mark duly turned to guard her from anybody walking past – not that there would likely be anyone at this time of night. Standing up and walking had added great pressure to Leah's bladder and she had very quickly gone from desperate but comfortable to on the verge of leaking. She needed to undo her playsuit, but the fiddly buckles and catches became ten times worse to handle as she moved around in her fidgety desperation. She was swaying her hips from side to side as she undid the last buckle, and rolled her playsuit down to her knees.She hooked her thumbs into her knickers when Mark turned around and said “You alright?”. “MARK!” she scolded, then softened “Well, it's nothing you haven't seen me do before!”. She pulled her knickers down, then squatted, carefully avoiding her clothes and her shoes, before letting loose. In actual fact the stream began before she was fully squatted, such was the pressure on her bladder. She continued to let loose a torrent, and noticed that if she pushed she could produce a firehose-style jet, complete with loud hissing sound, which greatly amused her for some reason. As she continued to drain her poor bladder, she examined her knickers, which had the tell-tale sign of desperate dribbles. Leah had enough experience of these to know they'd try out in time. She remembered a sex education lesson many years ago in which the teacher had explained various things about the workings of a woman's body, and summarised it as “Basically, girls leak!”. How true it was.The stream died down to a trickle, and spurts as she emptied the last out. Leah selected a leaf from a nearby bush and used it to wipe herself dry. She tried to stand up, but the combination of alcohol, tired knees and her clothing restricting her sent her falling into Mark's arms.“Dear god Leah, it's not every day you fall into me half dressed!” he grinned. She looked at him with her pleading puppy-eyes face, and he sighed and helped her pull her knickers back on and re-fasten her playsuit.They kissed and embraced, then walked back to Leah's halls arm in arm again. As they approached, Mark said he needed the loo, so he came in to use the bathroom.Just as he'd finished, and was saying goodbye in the corridor, Jess and Laura burst in through the main door. “It's on the right!” shouted Jess “Oh, hi guys, Laura needs to have a wee...” “Nooo.... no.... nooooooo!” shouted Laura who ran into the bathroom without shutting the door, pulled up her skirt and could only pull her thong to one side before draining a stream that put Leah's to shame into the toilet. She sighed happily. “Lucky I offered for her to use our bathroom” explained Jess “otherwise there would have been a large puddle outside!”. Laura sat on the toilet, in full view of everyone, and hiccuped loudly. “Sorry everyone” she said sheepishly, as her relief turned into embarrasment “All that beer, I'm not able to remain as ladylike as you Leah!”. Again, Leah found herself wondering if only she knew! |
Well, I'm a bit nervous posting this, because it's my first time sharing a fiction piece on here, and because I usually write female rather than male omorashi. This is all desperation and no wetting, a "just made it" scenario, and is a product of my self-indulgent whims, but I'm hoping someone else on here might get some enjoyment out of it.
The characters are from a non-omo-related project I'm working on (with the names changed because I'm paranoid). What you need to know beforehand is that Alex is an escaped lab experiment who kind-of-sort-of works for Chris.
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Learning to Let it Show
The train ride starts out as normal. The only thing different from their usual trips is the amount of time-- four hours, much longer than the quick hops over to the neighboring city that they usually take. He knows Chris is used to these lengthy rides, having lived clear out in the countryside as a child, but for Alex it's a new experience. He's not used to being stuck inside a moving vehicle for so long. At least they have their own compartment to themselves, courtesy of Chris's large amounts of cash.The two of them make light conversation occasionally, but mostly the compartment is quiet. Chris is reading through papers for something related to his job-- he didn't offer details, so it must be more boring drudge work-- and Alex is content to stare out the window and watch the scenery go by. Not only does he get a better picture of his surroundings, but it's also oddly peaceful.About an hour into their trip, Alex notices a twinge in his abdomen that means he needs to use the restroom. He frowns a bit to himself-- this could be a problem. On their way in, he'd noticed the sign on the door of the only restroom that had read "out of order."It's only a slight urge, though, so hopefully things won't get any worse. He hopes.Unfortunately for him, his wish isn't granted. Over time, his bladder steadily fills up, and by the time they're two hours into their train ride, Alex has to go quite badly. It's already past the point where he'd usually be doing something about it-- but then again, he doesn't like the distraction created by the urge to pee, so he's never been one to hold it in the first place if at all possible. He's rarely ever been in this situation, so he's honestly at a bit of a loss.He does know that letting other people know about his need to go is showing a potential weakness, though. It's practically advertising that his guard is down. So instead of fidgeting the way his body wants him to, he puts his hands on his knees, squeezes his thighs together, and tries to wait it out.It's not pleasant, though. The rattling and swaying of the train certainly isn't helping matters. Every bump and shake jostles his bladder, making it that much worse.He's not used to waiting this long. It's getting worse by the minute, slowly growing from uncomfortable to urgent, and he's finding it harder and harder to distract himself from his need to go. He's not even sure why he has to pee so badly, anyway; he doesn't normally get this desperate this fast, and he hasn't had any more to drink than usual. Whatever the case, though, that doesn't change his situation.Alex suddenly notices that he's tapping his foot on the floor, and abruptly stops. He can't do that. He can't show any signs. It's much, much harder to do than he'd thought. As it is, he wants to jiggle his legs up and down, move them back and forth, bounce around in his seat, anything. He's getting desperate now, his bladder throbbing with need. He wonders if he could just pick the lock on the bathroom and go in the broken toilet-- but no, that would be rude, and besides he's not sure if he could actually pick the lock in this state.He didn't know it was possible, but as the minutes pass, it gets even worse. The pain in his bladder is now a sharp, hot ache of urgency. He checks his watch again-- still an hour left to go. A full hour left, and it's already this bad. As it is, it's taking everything he has to maintain his composure. He's trying, but he's barely able to make it seem as though nothing's wrong when he can barely stand how badly he needs to go. He wishes he had a bottle, a can, something, anything to pee in, at least relieve some of the pressure--"Alex."He jumps, startled out of his thoughts by the sudden interruption. He looks over to find Chris staring at him intensely."What's wrong?" Chris asks."What-- nothing's wrong," Alex says, trying to keep his voice steady."Bullshit." Chris is almost glaring at him now, arms crossed as he looks Alex up and down. "Look at you. You're obviously not okay."It's only then that Alex notices exactly what sort of state he's in. His entire body tensed, breathing harsh, hands gripping his knees so tightly it's painful. Well, so much for composure.At the lack of reply, Chris continues. "You look like you're in pain. Are you sick? Does something hurt somewhere? What?"Alex shakes his head. "It's not that. It's...""Then what is it," Chris says, more a command than a question, giving him an impatient look."I..." Alex frowns and looks out the window again, suddenly ashamed."Alex." Chris's tone leaves no room for argument.Alex feels his face growing hot. He doesn't want to say it, why does he have to say it?"...I need to use the restroom," he finally admits quietly.Chris blinks, then frowns in understanding. "But the bathroom is--""Out of order." He feels exposed, suddenly, letting Chris know the source of his predicament. What is it about this that makes him feel like a child again?Chris leans back, eyeballing him with a concerned look. "Is it that bad?"Alex nods slowly. "Really bad." He closes his eyes for a moment, not wanting to look at Chris."Why the hell didn't you just say something?"Alex opens his eyes and looks over at Chris again. He's glaring again, and the look makes Alex feel even worse."Seriously, Alex. If it's really that bad, just say something. Don't just sit there suffering in silence."Alex takes a deep breath, trying for a moment to take his mind off his throbbing, aching bladder as he decides how to explain."I can't let it show," he says slowly. "Not anything. It's a sign of weakness. Letting people know it's a distraction is like painting a target on my chest.""Is that what they taught you there?" Chris demands.Alex says nothing. His silence is as good as an agreement.Chris lets out a long sigh. "Really. Who's going to target you? It's just the two of us, you know."Alex looks down, then back up at him, then back down again. "...I'm sorry. It's just instinct.""I know," Chris says softly. "I know. But seriously, there's no one here. You can do whatever you need to and no one's going to know. Even if it means showing your weaknesses or whatever."Alex takes a second to digest this. "I'm not sure I know how," he says softly."Then just let your body take over. It knows what it wants to do." With that, Chris goes back to his papers, though not without eyeing him in concern.Alex isn't entirely sure what to do for a few moments, then slowly feels himself giving in to his urges to move around. He bounces his knees up and down, feet tapping against the floor. Then tries moving his thighs in and out, knocking his knees together. He shifts in his seat, trying to find a position that best helps with the pressure. Crosses his legs, uncrosses them. Before he knows it, he can't stop moving even if he were to try.Being able to fidget makes it a little easier, but doesn't actually do anything for the sharp, painful urge. His entire abdomen is aching now, and he can't help rocking back and forth as the pressure grows more intense."So it's a weakness, huh?" Chris comments, not glancing up from his paperwork.Alex looks at him again, this time grateful for the distraction. "Yeah. An obvious one. I can't very well do much of anything like this, can I?""Yeah." Chris looks up now, and a brief smirk crosses his face. "But you know, regardless of whether you let other people know about it or not, it's still a weakness if it distracts you this much.""That's why I shouldn't even be getting into this situation," Alex groans. "I have no idea how this happened. I'm usually much more careful.""It happens to everyone at some point," Chris says. "You can't be expected to be perfect all the time. That's what it means to be human."Alex nods slowly. It's something that he needs a reminder of every so often-- that's he's human just like everyone else, and that it's okay to be a weak, fallible human and not a perfect, emotionless fighter.He's still not used to showing such a vulnerable side of himself to someone else, though. It feels strange. Strange, but not unpleasant.At that point, his bladder decides to make itself the focus of his thoughts again by giving an urgent spasm that sends desperation shooting through his body. He hisses and clenches his thighs together as he gives everything he has not to let anything leak out.After a few seconds it becomes more bearable, and he no longer feels like he's about to wet himself, but the urge is still intense, worse than any he's ever felt before in his life. He needs to go, absolutely needs to, and the intensity of it is driving him insane.He looks at his watch again-- still half an hour left. Unable to do anything else, he puts one hand between his legs to hold himself. Then the other. It helps hold things back, a little. If nothing else, it makes him feel more secure. If he rides out this last half hour, he'll be able to get some relief.The trouble is, he's not sure he can do that. He's gasping and moaning now as he rocks back and forth with his hands in his crotch, willing himself to hold on just a few minutes longer. It's so hard, though, when he feels like he's going to burst any moment, and every bump and sway of the train jolts his bladder and sends another pang of urgency through him.At that moment they hit a particularly large bump, and Alex gasps sharply as he feels a small spurt leak out."Oh no," he moans in horror. "No, not now, not now."Chris looks up in alarm. "Are you--?""Not yet," Alex gasps. "Not yet. But-- it started to-- it came out, just a little."Chris frowns at him in sympathy. "Are you still okay?""I think. I hope," Alex says breathlessly."Good." Chris pauses. "No one's going to notice anything. Those are black pants. If it's just that much, you'll be fine."Alex nods. "I just hope it's only that much."The last few minutes of the train ride are agony. He leaks again twice, and the whole time he feels like he could burst and let the rest out any second. He's honestly not sure how he makes it through, except with a lot of rocking and shaking and holding himself.Finally, finally, as four hours come to a close, the train slows to a stop as it rolls into the station. Alex breathes a sigh of relief that he's managed to make it through. Then he tenses up as he reminds himself that the hard part isn't over yet-- he still has to make his way off the train to the station restrooms. And now that they'll be in public again, he can't fidget or hold himself the way he has been. It's going to be the hardest thing he's ever done.As he stands up, his bladder gives a lurch, and he gasps and squeezes his legs together at the suddenness of it. He's not sure he can do this."I'll get our luggage. You just concentrate," he hears Chris say.Alex nods and focuses on standing up straight, trying not to hunch over the way he wants to do to relieve some of the pressure. He feels his whole body tensing up as he slowly makes his way forward, taking small, delicate steps to keep from jarring his bladder even further.Maintaining composure as he walks is almost impossible. The urgency of his need is making everything in him scream to hold himself, crouch over, turn his knees inward, and it takes everything he has to stand up straight and walk properly.Out of the train, into the crowd of the platform, and from a quick survey of the place he notices a sign for the restrooms a short ways away. He slowly makes his way over there, using everything he has to try and keep the immense pressure at bay for just a few minutes longer.Thankfully, there's no line when he gets there, and the stalls are free-- he flatly refuses to use a urinal, it's just something he can't do-- so with relief so close to be found, he hurries over to one and locks it as quickly as he can.He's seconds away now, and he's vibrating with anticipation, already starting to leak as he unzips and pulls himself out. And then he's peeing, finally, and it gushes out hard and fast, and if it weren't a public restroom he'd be moaning out loud at the sheer relief. He pees for a long time, longer than he ever has, and when he's finally done his bladder is still aching a bit from the strain of holding so much for so long, but he doesn't care because it's finally over. He takes another moment to savor how good it feels to have finally relieved himself, then zips himself up and heads out.When he emerges from the restroom, Chris is leaning back against the wall with their bags, waiting for him. Alex picks up his own bag and gives him a small smile. Chris grins right back, and without another word, the two of them set out. |
Authors Note:
This story is obviously exaggerated and has numerous elements of fiction. But this fictional account is the only possible way that I can describe my most surreal of intimate experiences. This is my first and only time successfully sharing/experiencing my interest in omorashi with another human being in an intimate way. The dialogue for the most part is from an actual event that this fictional story is based off of. Warning: the first part will be very, very tame, the proceeding parts will have the good stuff.
PART 1
During the day, I gamed. Alone, the hours were eaten away by clicks and strokes on my keyboard. Instances barraged my foes while my eyes stayed glued to the monitor. How much easier I thought, these worlds where social interactions are quantified not by emotions, but by numbers.
But I was alone, and as evening came I yearned to some degree for social interaction. I met my friends at a local dive bar where we usually sit outside, smoking, drinking, and listening to each other’s small talk. I usually enjoy these conversations but sometimes I just get introverted and retreat inward, alienating myself from the conversation. And I guess somewhere during the evening my eyes blanked and my head went to the clouds.
“Michael, what’s wrong?” My friend Maya asked concerned. “Nothing” I answered. “Then why don’t you have your happy face on?” Maya teased.
I looked at myself in the reflection of my beer glass. I saw my grimacing look of discontent but with my eyes so curious beaming back at me. Seeing my expression made me feel a wondrous melancholy that seemed so foreign with a weird sense of déjà vu. I looked at Maya and said with the same expression ingrained on my face, my eyes radiating with melancholy “This is my happy face!”
After a slight pause, everyone at the table laughed and I even had to crack a smile. “That was a pretty good Cristina Ricci face” Ryan, Maya’s brother said. Everyone gave Ryan a confused look, not sure what he meant.
“Come on, you guys have seen that meme, that one with Christina Ricci from the Adam’s family movie making that face?” Ryan protested in disbelief. He finally pulled the meme up on his Phone, sporting Wednesday Adams making the same face I had with the caption “This is my Happy Face”
Everyone quickly agreed that I had basically mimicked the meme. I shrugged my shoulders, “I must have stolen that line from Wednesday. I love that movie, probably one of the best movies of all time,” I admitted.
I joined back in the discussion, but soon the chatter became a haze to my ears and I met Maya’s eyes. We both could tell that the other was over the scene, and without speaking a word we left together.
Once in my car, we decided to go to Chipotle since neither one of us had eaten dinner yet. We each ordered Burrito’s and took a seat at a table. Maya is a very intelligent, well spoken, and a very witty girl, but she is also very weird and off socially, but in a good way. She has no real issue being very graphic, crude, or brash especially with me. And so now that we were not in earshot of her brother or our more judgmental friends, she told me about how she just loves getting her butt hole licked and how her most recent intimate engagement (she’s very promiscuous) had given her the best rim job ever.
Too say the least, I couldn’t help laugh at her imitations and descriptions of her intimate passion for butt hole licking. She soon got so ridiculous, that I just couldn’t look at her in the face without almost crying with laughter, so I gazed out across the restaurant as she continued to talk up an obscene storm.
As my stare caught the patrons in line, I saw a figure with black hair and eye’s that… well, eyes that I noticed. I looked closer into her eyes, seeing what I knew all too well, but everything else about her was reminiscent of something that I once knew or forgot, something peculiar that I wanted to remember.
She sat down with her tortilla bowl close to the trash bins. I was sure that she knew I was watching her, but for whatever reason I just couldn’t get my eyes off her. After sometime, my stare must have been too piercing. She looked up and met my gaze as my burrito ripped apart in my hand, spilling the contents on my tray. I looked down at my mess but then quickly back up at her. She half smiled at me but turned her gaze down at her food.
I soon became desperate to talk to her, but my body and mouth were locked up in a nervous insecurity. I was caught up in a weird array of emotion, desire, and lust that boggled my mind like nothing I had ever experienced before.
Maya stopped her rambling, noticing that my attention had shifted to someone else; she followed my gaze and quickly realized who had captured my attention. “Michael, what the fuck? That’s fucking Christina Ricci.” Maya exclaimed somehow in a whisper. “What, no its not.”
“No, it fucking is!!! I watch Pan Am like all the time, I would recognize her anywhere. I swear Michael, it is” Maya insisted.
I looked at her and definitely recognized the similarity, but it seemed too coincidental. I mean we were in Newport which is close enough to LA to be possible, but... I couldn’t believe that it was really her, it would just be too surreal I thought. “Um, I don’t know Maya, she looks the part, but what the hell, we are at chipotle. What the fuck would she be doing her?” I said somewhat distraught.
“Um eating? (laughs) You have to go talk to her!” Maya said slightly laughing. I definitely had a strong desire too, but I didn’t want to admit it to Maya for whatever reason. “You go talk to her!” I said defensively. Maya just laughed as I sat there not sure that I had the courage to approach her… I wasn’t even sure that I should.
After some time, I got up to throw away my burrito mound, I accidentally created on my trey. As I began to walk over, she got up and quickly threw her half eaten tortilla bowl away. Yet she lingered, or it seemed to me that she waited.
I stared down at the linoleum as I put my hand behind my head, rubbing and frizzing my hair. It will be fine, you’re fine, she will know, you seem.. fine, I thought. Straightening up, I walked over quickly, she turns to me. We both stop still as our gazes create an awkward void that draws me closer while also creating this strong instinct in my being to escape.
I breath out heavily, then mumbling nervously far too loud, “aww, umm, thi-s, a, a this, this is my happy face!” I force my previously made face stare at her, reflecting all my melancholy, yet my eyes; our glance continues to create this awkward ambiance that pulls me closer still to her. My stare drives deeper into her. She for a moment mimics the same look. But then quickly breaks into a smiles and giggles, her body swaying, hands and fingers thick into her hair, with her head bent down, her body angled to the side she looks back as she says,
“That, (laughs), that was, so… that was so bad, so awkward” Taking her hand out of her hair, she straightens her body up and turns her pose completely toward me smiling with a sort of warm inviting grace and finishes with, “That was so bad, it was hot”, she says slightly giggling. But then she quickly looks back down angling her body slightly askew.
With that moment I felt encouraged, I wouldn’t let it go. I felt less alone and so… well I decided to pursue her, to what end or rather what was my end game… I didn’t know, but I was determined.
I stared up at her and raised my hand and asked, “High Five?” She laughed and weakly put up her hand and gave me a high five with a slight giggle. I then asked her, “Did you ever watch Land Before Time?” She smiled, responding, “Yeah, that cartoon with the dinosaurs?”
“Yeah, that show changed my life, I really related to Little Foot.” I said. She covered her face and laughed before giving me a warm look that had elements of slight confusion. “I always really liked Ducky, she was my favorite.” She stated tittering and swaying on her feet, she swayed with a smile, but then seemed to get overwhelmed with the situation and turned to leave, but I quickly asked, “Did you ever wet your bed?”
She turned back around and with curiosity beaming from her eyes freckled with hints of desire, but her expression gave a look of suspicion. She coolly stated, “Yeah, I used to wet my bed a lot.”
My eyes and face lite up with the response and I responded, “That’s hot!” Her face became riddled with confusion and excitement, “What? Why!?!” I shrugged my shoulders and plainly said, “It just is, I guess.”
She paused with a contorted smile on her face but her eyes were a fire with a strange excitement, “That’s so gross!” She then turned to leave, but after taking a step, she looked back at me over her shoulder with a cute grin. She turned back around nervously giggling and asked, “Wait? What was your name?”
PART 2 (Coming Soon) |
@vexer6 "Definitely interested to see what happens next!'
@OmoJack "Bring on part 2!!! This is gonna be good"
I hope this next part will be worth the wait! : )
@antifairy "Someone should tweet the link to this story to her."
I imagine she would get a couple body guards if she ever read this LOL!
@AD51 "I loved The Land Before Time, those movies were great when I was a kid."
Watching Land Before Time is one of my earliest memories and I loved it as a kid. The Movie series has had an immense impact on my life and development as I suppose all early educational kid show stuff does on young minds.
PART 2
“Well, um, my name is Michael! I’m a Game Master at Blizzard in Irvine, that’s my Job… Yep! And that’s my name” I said ashamed, as if admitting the basic facts to my life were the equivalent of confessing to a horrible crime. “My name is Chr…” she said before I interrupted, “Christina!” She rolled her eyes and said, “Yes… I guess I am not sure what it is I do. Or I do know what I do sorta, but I guess you already know what I do, huh?” She rambled in a sort of shameful confusion that somewhat surprised me, I would have thought her to be less timid and more vocally proud of her career and accomplishments.
She asked me about my work and I should have changed the subject sooner because I suppose I bored her with the static details of my life. But I told her the gist of being a glorified Customer Service Representative(Game Master) that helps teenage boys recover lost WOW items and plays ping pong or Magic Cards with a guy named Brian during my 15 minute work breaks. I grew an insecure feeling or rather probably "imagined" that she was bored of my job description so I shut up and looked at her with a blank expression. With that long pause, she quickly took that moment to try and escape.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! I thought. I felt defeated and slightly emasculated at my failure. I glanced at Maya whose eyes were beaming with entertainment, intrigue, and yes she seemed sort of impressed with me. Even though I only glanced at Maya for a moment, in that moment I realized that I hadn’t truly fucked up, not yet. I just needed to be confident and show Christina my confidence so she herself could feel more confident in this unusual situation.
I looked at her walking to the door and I ran walked up to her back and said, “Wait!” She turned around and said, “What” with not agitation or irritation in her voice, but her voice carried a slight hint of tensioned uncertainty. I said, “I need to tell you something.” Smirking a cautious smile with her warm eyes slightly plagued with hints of uncertainty she asked, “Ok, what do you need to tell me?”
I put my hands up as if literally trying to grasp anything of substance and looked about before replying, “Well, let me think of what I need to tell you first.” After that statement, she just stared at me for about 2 seconds before laughing and giving me a look with an expression that spoke You are so hopeless. The look seemed demeaning or perhaps it wasn’t and I was just being too sensitive, but it definitely was encouraging in that it was an absolute invitation to keep it up. And I smiled back at her and just let go, I let go of all my insecurity, every doubt, and part of my true self became unmasked to her and she looked at that part with affection.
I am not sure how this happened within those brief moments, but after we were done giggling, I found myself very close to her, I was in her personal space. She cusped her hands together over her breasts with her elbows and arms against her body she looked up at me with some serene understanding. And in that moment, I knew what to do. I moved my body into hers and I moved my head into kiss her. She moved her head down and to the side to escape my advance while her body remained still.
NOOOOOO, fuck, NOOOOO!!! I thought to myself. But I realized that she still accepted my embrace and that she was simply shy, so delicately, with my fingers I moved up her chin so that her eyes stared into mine, and we kissed with our lips and tongues lightly touching for several moments. The longing I had felt seemed instantly sated and I continued to embrace her after our lips had engaged. Our intimate moment, was interrupted as we both simultaneously realized that the whole restaurants eyes were entirely on us and that it had become dead quiet with everyone’s entire attention focused on us.
We both began to blush and as she was about to suggest that we stroll outside; we heard a crazed laughter coming from one end of the restaurant. Maya was laughing uncontrollably sitting by herself with her hands clutching between her legs, her body swaying and moving about trying to regain her composure. Her mouth grinned with absolute joy and amusement, but twinged visibly with her fighting desire to keep her body in control.
I was no longer embarrassed, and smiled with my own amusement and intrigue. Maya was looking at me, and I mimicked with my mouth the words, “Are you going to piss your pants?” My funny mimed question was just the last straw for her; I saw her open laughing mouth lose tension in a pained relief, her eyes closed, and her upper body pushed forward as she pushed her butt out. Her eyes opened slightly and she bite her lip looking down at her lap with blushing cheeks, she turned to me and I saw an expression that spoke novels of her embarrassment, her relief, her pleasure, and her feelings of being a naughty little girl. Her blonde hair hung in bangs around her guilt ridden eyes.
But after another moment, Maya seemed to summon another attempt to regain control, she pushed her hands harder into her lap with all her force, but as she pushed her upper body forward and her hands deeper into her crotch, her butt stuck out from the chair. I then saw her khaki jean pants darken in the back and then after another moment the entire restaurant heard her moan before I heard and saw the puddle forming underneath her chair.
Her body seemed to relax even as her chair continued to flow with her pee onto the floor. I could see the pants legs around her thighs darken near the bottom and the wetness creep up her ass cheeks until the flow winded down to a trickle and she moved her hands from her crotch onto her thighs and looked back at me with a naughty smile that said, “I just couldn’t help it”. With her face bright red, she looked gloriously ashamed in the cutest possible way.
I had heard from different girls about other times Maya had wet herself from laughing too hard, but I had never been able to witness one of these accidents ever before. I felt extremely bad for her, but couldn’t help being aroused. I realized that I had an erection and tried to nonchalantly tuck it into the waist band of my pants and luckily since all eyes were on Maya(including Maya’s eyes were on Maya) I think I pulled the old twist and tuck with no one the wiser.
Christina pulled my hand and without thinking I followed her outside and got into her Lexus and closed the door. I then snapped back into reality and realized that Maya had just pissed her pants in public, I drove her here and that I couldn’t possibly abandon her like this.
Part 3 (Coming Soon)
Edited June 29, 2014 by Plug
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I wrote moderned and modified short omo versions of the fairy tales, because someone requested a while ago modified Cinderella story (Chapter 2). My english is what it is. So, if someone likes to do so, you are more than welcome to repair and cure these stories better. My descriptions could be little poor and my text not very fairy taleish ;)
Maybe you will find some other stories too (Hansel and Gretel or something like that).CHAPTER 1:Little Red Riding HoodOnce upon a time there was a girl named Robin. Her friends called her "Red" or "Hood", because of her long dark red hair and her tend to wear red clothes. Robin had just accepted to college, which was far from her hometown. However, it was the same city, where lived her grandma. On the very next day Robin had arrived to her new campus, she wanted to see her old grandma, who lived on the other side of city.When she woke up she dressed up her sexy purple red satin bra and knickers. Next she put on her long kneehigh red-white-striped socks and her school uniform. It was short checkered red pleated skirt and white shirt. She finished her breakfast, drank big cup of orange juice and green tea. She checked once again some maps and timetables. Then she put on her black shoes, red college hoodie and took her black leather purse with her. It was time to walk towards the nearest bus station. Robin was nervous and she didn`t knew for sure which was her bus stop. She asked and bought same time a bottle of cola at the station. During the bus ride she drank it and realized it might be a mistake. Her bladder wasn`t the best part of her body.Next she had to use subway train. All this was new to her and it mixed her little cute head. She took the first train and it was a wrong one. Soon she understood, that she was late, going to the wrong neighbourhood and desperate to pee. All she could do, was that she called her grandma and asked help. Someone else answered phone. It was a wolfie sounded mans voice. He told her grandma wasn´t able to speak, but he told Robin that she should take a cab and tell to the driver granny´s address. Maybe that answering man was grandma´s male friend or something like that, thought Robin.So, Robin took a taxi drive. Robin was still worried. She hadn´t that much money with her than taxi drive would cost. Desperation had also highly increased and taxi driver had surely noticed it too. She had to put her hand under her short skirt and press it between her silky thighs. It was so humiliating. Finally cab stopped and left Robin outside. There was a the little yard and little house. Driver stayed waiting if the address was right and he would got his money. Robin walked carefully on the yard towards the big wooden door, when loud barking started. Voice came from big grey dog and it ran quickly towards her.Robin scared badly. She panicked and peed her panties before she understood anything. Her aching bladder was empty in a minute. Dog still ran around her and jumped against her body. She put her arms in front of her beautiful face and started to cry. Knickers, socks and shoes were soaking wet. And so was the gravel under her standing spot. Taxi driver came to help her and calmed the dog easily. He comforted lovely and tremulous young lady. "Look what your beast did to her, my neighbour!" said granny, while she entered from her house and asked her visitor to take his dog away from her yard.Granny paid Robin´s taxi journey and opened her home door. She took her young redheaded relative with her in the house. "Oh, my little baby!" said granny and left Robin to her bathroom. "Maybe I have some suitable dry clothes to you my little peepeegirl."CHAPTER 2:CinderellaOnce upon a time there was three very much look a like sisters, who lived in the middle of the city in their apartment together. They were all beautiful, curly haired and slim women. Sally and Molly were twins and Cindy was their little younger stepsister. Sally and Molly were already working in the nearby offices, but Cindy was still a student. Cindy was very often out of money and she had to pay her part of the rent by doing all their daily tasks. She hadn´t free time at all. Her older sisters were very mean to her if she was lazy... and when she wasn´t lazy, they were still mean to her.One day there was a party at the nearby club in the evening. There was a band, that Cindy loved so much. She wanted to go there like her sisters did, but sisters told her not to come, because of the expensive tickets. They ordered Cindy to doing dishes and laundry whole evening. Cindy had called her god mom, who was always nice to her. She was able to do Cindy`s tasks and she also promised to pay the club ticket.After her sisters had left their apartment wearing their best costymes, Cindy dressed on her best and sexiest outfit too. She wore up her light blue silky undies, tank top and her hottiest and tightest light skinny jeans. In the end she put on her feets black high heels with glassy diamonds and took her black purse with her. Parfume smelled nicely when she checked her long hair and pretty face by the mirror. She was ready to rock!At the club Cindy found out she wasn´t either alone or too early. Queu was very long and waiting was annoying. All that coffee and cider she had drank tried to come out of her tummy. She had to cross and uncross her legs and sometimes keep her knees tightly together. She tried hard not to pee herself before she would be in the club house. When Cindy finally paid her ticket and walked in, first thing was to ask toilet. Nice looking man pointed back of the big hall, where the toilets were. He was affected. What a girl. Like an angel and wow, she really needed to pee. No time for even a little conversation.There were long lines in front of the toilets too... and her sisters. Band had started and it was almost midnight already. Sisters said that Cindy wasn´t allowed to use club bathrooms. They wanted Cindy out, because she had came in without their permission. Cindy pleased them. She said her god mom paid her in and did all her tasks. Sisters just laughed wickedly, when Cindy tried to pass them. All this was over her limit. All of a sudden piss just came out with big waves. It spreaded through the fabric of her nice looking jeans. From butt cheeks to ankles. "Oh no... Oh no!" Cindy screamed. She tried to keep her purse in front her soaking thighs, but it didn´t covered her accident. Very soon wet, dark and glistening area was bigger than light and dry fabric. Only waist and outer parts of her thighs stayed dry and her high heeled shoes were full of warm pee too. What a show!Cindy kicked her shoes away and ran through the hall as soon as she could. It was midnight and she had to leave the night club. Same man who had pointed the toilets saw the whole episode. He took up Cindy´s shoes and started to find out who that amazing wet angel was and where she lived. He was owner of the club and he really got good relations and influence to do that.In the morning Sally and Molly were teasing Cindy, who had laundry day again. Doorbell ringed and Sally opened the door. There was gorgeus club owner with a shoe. He was wondering who was the curly haired girl he met yesterday at the club. His opinion was that all three girls look the same. He told that he would like to go date with one of them. With that one who owned that shoe. Sally tried and Molly tried, but shoe didn´t fit to their feets. Still very humiliated laundry girl Cindy was still in pyjamas. Shoe fit her feet perfectly. Man and Cindy hugged themselves warmly and Cindy relaxed. Man whispered her ear how much he loved such a pissgirls like Cindy.CHAPTER 3:Snow WhiteOnce upon a time there was a dormitory on the edge of the little town. There lived seven hard working men. Little men had a little factory and they badly needed cooking and cleaning lady. One day they hired a poor young woman. Her name was Snow. She had black hair and her skin was very pale. White as a snow. She was very beautiful girl in deed, but she needed money as much as men needed a cleaner woman. Snow moved her stuff in dormitory too.Snow got more money whole time. She spent it buying make ups and clothes. She became more sexy every day. Stockings, tight skirts and coloured label jeans changed day after day on her nice tight body. Expensive tops ans glitter t-shirts showed her perfect curves better than her old dirty clothes.Their landlord was a woman called Wendy. She was nice looking woman too, but evel. Seven guys called her witch. Wendy the Witch was very soon pissed at Snow, because Snow was so attractive. So pretty she was, that Wendy started to hate her. Wendy thought that if she´d get rid of Snow, she´d get more attention again. Female landlord kindly asked Snow to eat dinner with her. Of course Snow wanted to spend time with girls too. Evel woman mixed sleeping pills and diuretics in Snow´s drinks. Her meaning was that Snow will be sacked, if she won´t appear to work and men will find her totally drunk, messed or passed out.Well, that is what happened. Snow ate the dinner with Wendy and they had fun time together. She drank Wendy´s mixed drinks and walked home very sleepy after the dinner. Her need to pee was massive. She fainted in front of the dormitory door and pissed her pink skinny jeans. Passed out Snow was still sleeping against outdoor, when those great seven little men came home. They were watching soccer game at the club house whole evening and found their lovely assistant when they arrived back. They carried her to bed and undressed her pissy pink jeans and knickers. What a nice smell it was. Wet denim and parfume she used. One of the guys chose from her box dry, soft and grey cotton panties and they dressed them on sleepy Snow. Then they put blanket on her.Snow just slept and slept whole night and men were unhappy and uncertain. They didn´t knew what to do and so they called the doctor they knew. In the morning good looking young doctor kissed Snow´s cheek and lips. He couldn´t let that situation sliding away. Suddenly Snow woked up like the power of kiss would have done it. Her big eyes opened and Snow nervously touched with her hand her sheets under her blanket. She whispered: "My prince, what happened? This is so embarrassing... I ... ehhh... I´ve peed my bed!?!" |
I also found the English a bit awkward and thought some people might enjoy a longer story with more desperation, so here's a slightly different version of Cinderella... Good idea, OP!
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Once upon a time, there were three sisters who lived together in an apartment in the middle of a big city. Well, two of them were sisters. Sally and Molly were twins. Cindy was only a stepsister—and the twins never ever let her forget it. They were jealous of Cindy because, though they all had curly blonde hair and good figures from a distance, Cindy was far more attractive than her stepsisters from up close. They took it out on her by forcing her to do all of the housework (and it's no easy task keeping an apartment belonging to three young women neat and tidy!) and ridiculing her for how useless she was. This even though they both had office jobs but Cindy was still in college and Cindy's father had left them extra money especially to help support Cindy through school.
One night, Cindy got home from class to find a note from her stepsisters waiting for her on the kitchen table. It read:
“Dear Piggy,
We are out clothes shopping and then we are heading to the club tonight because there's going to be a huge party and our favorite band is playing. Too bad you can't come since you're a deadweight who couldn't even afford to get in if you stripped for the bouncer. If you don't have all of our dishes and laundry done by the time we get home, we will be seriously pissed. Remember we're already letting you live here without paying rent, so you better make yourself useful!
S & M”
Cindy had to bite her lip to keep from screaming in frustration. Even though they had almost nothing else in common, she and the twins had the same favorite band, and she had been dying to go to this party since she had found out about it a month before. Of course the twins would go and then rub it in her face. She was so upset that she felt rebellious enough to steal a couple of beers and a soda from the fridge to drown her sorrows, even though her stepsisters said that she was only allowed to drink water from the tap. After the beers, she felt even more rebellious, so she called up her godmother and told her what was going on. Unlike her stepfamily, her godmother had always been really nice to Cindy, so she offered to pay her cover to get into the club and take care of things around the apartment so her stepsisters wouldn't be mad when they all got back. Cindy had one more problem, though... one of the heels on her last pair of sexy shoes had broken the week before, and she couldn't afford to buy new ones! When Cindy told her godmother this, she just laughed and said that it must be a sign.
“I haven't seen you in a while, Cindy, so why don't you go ahead and get dressed and I'll come pick you up and buy you some new shoes before the party starts.”
“Really, godmom?” Cindy asked.
“Yes, but you'd better hurry! You said the party starts an hour and a half from now, right?”
Cindy glanced at the clock and realized her godmother was right. She would barely have time! She quickly undressed and changed from her plain pink panties to a matching bra and panty set in a silky light blue fabric—you never know! Then she ransacked her closet to find the perfect sexy outfit for the party. She pulled on a tight silver tank top with clear rhinestones around the neckline and wriggled into her hottest, skinniest light blue skinny jeans. She spritzed on some perfume, put on some shimmery eye shadow, and had just finished brushing her long golden hair when her godmother rang the doorbell. By now she was starting to feel the effects of the beer and soda from earlier, so she started heading to the bathroom when her godmother grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Where are you going, Cindy? We need to get going unless you want to wear your old sneakers to the party!”
“I just have to pee, it'll only be a minute,” Cindy said, trying to pull away.
“You're 21 years old, Cindy, you can wait until you get there. We have to leave now!”
Cindy wasn't sure she could wait, but she just nodded and grabbed her black satin clutch on the way out the door. Her godmother was probably right, and she definitely didn't want to miss the start of the show! After checking out several stores in the mall, Cindy picked out a pair of black pumps with 4 inch heels and glass diamonds all over them. She was ready to rock! Once again, she tried to stop by the bathroom on the way out—she was really starting to get uncomfortable now!—but they had spent so much time looking at shoes that they were already running late, and once again Cindy decided she would just have to hold it.
She squirmed a little in the car on the way to the club, but she didn't want to let it show because her godmother had already been so nice about helping her get to the party. Before long, they had arrived and her godmother handed her the cover money and promised to come back and pick her up at midnight.
Cindy was so excited at being there that for a second she forgot about how badly she had to pee. Just for a second, though. She probably should have been there at least half an hour ago since it was such a popular band—the line was already halfway down the block! She hurried to the end of the line, already having to walk a little hunched over to keep pressure off her full bladder. She prayed that the people in front of her would be quick. All things considered, the line actually did seem to be moving at a pretty good pace; everyone was excited to see the band, so most of them had their money and IDs ready. It was long enough for Cindy to realize that she hadn't gone to the bathroom at all since she'd gotten out of class, though. With nothing to do but think about it, she counted back the hours and realized that it had been almost six hours since she had last relieved herself. And she'd had two full bottles of water even before the two beers and the soda.
At this point, Cindy was standing with her legs tightly crossed and bouncing slightly, but she thought she could probably keep it together long enough to get inside and get to the club's bathroom. Finally there were only three people ahead of her. Cindy took a deep breath to prepare herself. She carefully uncrossed her legs, still keeping her knees tightly together, and moved her money and driver's license to her pocket so that she wouldn't have to fiddle with the zipper on her purse when she got to the front of the line. Then someone started shouting. Cindy looked up in surprise and confusion. The very last person in front of her was arguing loudly with the bouncer. He was trying to get in with a fake ID! Cindy couldn't help moaning a little. Please let him just go away quickly! By then Cindy was seriously tempted to run to the drugstore across the street to relieve the pressure in her poor bladder. Even though she was finally at the front of the line and it was now almost twice as long as it was when she got there, she was on the verge of doing it anyway when the bouncer finally got rid of the underage kid. She wished she hadn't put her money and ID in her jeans after all, because pulling them out of the tight pocket was tricky and she almost spurted a little in her panties.
She had done it, though! She was in! She couldn't really enjoy it, though. The club was dark and she had never been inside before, so she didn't know where the bathrooms were. She looked around frantically and saw a good-looking man a few years older than her giving her a smile. She shuffled over to him and immediately asked if he knew where the toilets were.
His eyes widened slightly, but he just pointed her in the right direction. He stared after her as she went, her bottom trembling and her legs looking almost glued together. Not only was she gorgeous and sweet, but she must really have to go! She hadn't even had time to say hello.
Cindy stared in horror when she got to the ladies' room. The band was just getting ready to start, and it seemed like every girl in the club wanted to go before the show. She realized she couldn't afford to be shy anymore. She was literally on the verge of wetting herself for the first time in ten years. She tapped on the shoulder of the blonde girl in front of her to ask if she could please please please cut in line, and then whimpered in spite of herself. It was her stepsister—both of them, actually.
“What are you doing here, piggy?” Sally frowned.
“M-my godmother offered to pay for me to come. She even said she would help with the laundry and dishes!” she added quickly. “It will all still get done, don't worry!”
She hadn't even thought it was possible, but her fear of her stepsisters seemed to instantly triple the strain on her tired bladder, and she couldn't help grabbing herself instinctively. Sally and Molly just stared at her for a moment, then identical malicious grins spread over their faces and they started laughing hysterically. The line had already moved up considerably, but the twins stayed where they were, blocking Cindy from getting even a step closer to her goal. By now her stepsisters were making enough noise that the cute redhead at the front of the line had turned to look, and her face turned sympathetic when she saw Cindy bouncing up and down with her hands jammed between her legs and her two stepsisters taunting her.
“Hey, do you want to cut in front of me?” she asked kindly. “I don't mind, I can wait a bit.”
Cindy nodded fervently and moved to step around the twins to the front of the line—but Molly moved to stay right in front of her, and this last obstacle in the face of long-awaited relief was finally too much for Cindy. Due to very good toilet training, she hadn't leaked at all so far, but now her muscles all gave up at once and pee started flowing out of her in waves.
“No no no no no,” Cindy pleaded with her body, but she could not even slow the waterfall, let alone stop it. In mere seconds, her tight jeans had gone from a light blue wash to a semi-transparent, all-natural dark wash from her firm bottom to her brand-new shoes. She stood completely frozen, blushing intensely from both the embarrassment and the almost orgasmic relief.
When she was finally empty, she tried to move away from the line with her purse held in front of her to hide her accident, but it was useless. Her purse was just a small clutch, and her jeans were glistening all over except for very small dry patches around her waist and outer thighs. Her heels were so full it felt like she had walked through a small river in them. She kicked them off, ignoring the tiny shy voice in her head that said they felt good. She checked the time on her phone and to her relief saw that it was already midnight. She didn't even care about the band anymore, she just wanted to go home and hide!
As she rushed out, she brushed past the nice man from earlier who had pointed out the toilets. He smelled perfume, strawberry-scented shampoo, and hot piss as she ran past him, and he was utterly intoxicated. He picked up her shoes and discreetly sniffed them. He had to find out who she was...that amazing wet angel.
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By the next morning, Sally and Molly were not even close to letting Cindy live it down. They made her do all of the laundry over again, even though Cindy's godmother had washed and folded everything perfectly. The twins said that Cindy should have done it herself in the first place, and after all she might as well since she already had to wash her own clothes after wetting them like a little girl.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and there was the man from last night, with Cindy's shoes dangling from one hand. In broad daylight, he was devastatingly handsome, and the girls recognized him as the club's owner—which also explained how he was able to find where Cindy lived. He was surprised when he saw three girls with curly blonde hair. Because the club had been so dark, he couldn't tell which one of them he had seen the night before, although he secretly hoped it was the exceptionally pretty girl who was still in her pajamas.
“Is one of you Cindy?” he asked. “I came to return these shoes, and then to ask her on a date,” he added with a smile.
Even though they were disgusted at touching Cindy's piss-stained shoes, Sally and Molly desperately wanted to go out with the club owner, so they both claimed the shoes belonged to them. The club owner saw them cringe, though, so he asked them to try on the shoes to prove it. Sally tried them on first, then Molly, but the shoes didn't even come close to fitting either of them.
The man smiled and looked at Cindy. “They're yours, then?” he asked. Cindy was too embarrassed to answer, but she shyly stepped into the shoes. Of course they fit her perfectly. His smile widened and he pulled Cindy against him in a tender embrace.
“Will you go out with me, Cindy?” he murmured into her ear.
“Even after last night?” she whispered back.
“Especially after last night,” he answered fervently. Then, even more quietly, he added, “I just love girls like you who wait so long to go to the bathroom and then can't help soaking themselves with piss. You are my perfect wet angel.”
Cindy blushed. She saw a lot more accidents in her future, but somehow she found she didn't really mind.
The End. |
Single-part story based around the Wimbledon Tournament for tennis.
6-4, 5-7, 6-5, advantage her. I was serving with the weight of the world on my shoulder, my opponent stood opposite of me, bent over, racket in her hand, prepared to take anything I offer. I twiddle with the two green balls in my pocket and fix the form before my serve, a large crowd stared at me as I prepared to serve.
I lifted one of the green balls into the air, and jumped with it, feeling the weightlessness around me, managing contact with the ball at incredible speed. My racket swiveled to form a perfect serve. The ball began to travel, across the net and to my opponent, but it was a bit too right, and the ball curved out.
"Fault!" The linesman yelled, I cursed to myself and prepared again. I win this point, I would have moved on to the next round in the greatest tournament in the world, surprising the world and especially my opponent. The air was warm and musty, with a light wind and a few clouds over us. I lifted the second green ball from out of my skirt, and I prepared again.
I lifted this green ball, and jumped once again. This time I hit it slower, more meticulous and easily going to the other side, near my opponent. She screamed and hit back. My reactions flew into effect, and I ran a few steps and swung the ball back to my opponents side, far from the lady. She was far away, and she began to run towards the ball, and it seems that she would barely make it to the ball. I prepared for another run, and my opponent slowed down and swung back, the ball sailed to my side,close to me and far from the net.
I prepared for a big shot, my muscles burning, my face covered in sweat, I lifted my body for the victory, the final shot that would put me on top. The ball neared me and I swung, horribly. It took a second to realize my mistake, and the ball sailed into my side of the neck.
"6-all." The linesman spoke, and I almost threw my racket in disgust. That was the shot, I could have easily hit it away from her, winning it all, having the upset. My body burned as I slowly walked to my side, making eye contact with my opponent, she was focused, her body quiet but warm and she did not make any emotion with me. I took a towel out of my bag and wiped the sweat away from my face, and in the heat of failure and exhaustion I remembered something. I whispered to myself, "Oh shit, I have to piss."
I had completely forgotten, I was hyper and prepared to such an extent, I forgot that for the last set or so, my bladder had been in overdrive, pumping out urine from the drinks I drank earlier. I had felt it around the second set, but it wasn't until this moment that I felt my body begin to really scream for a toilet. I still felt in control though, my body was screaming but it wasn't my first rodeo. Normally the urge to pee does come during a match, and I hang on, not minding my bladder bursting, hopefully I would forget for the extra sets. I organized my equipment, finished wiping my face, and drank a bit of my electrolyte fueled water. I really shouldn't drink I thought to myself, I didn't know how long I would have to be here.
My name was Shannon Dobbs, collegiate tennis player that was playing in my first Gran Slam. I always dreamed that I would enter one of these tournaments, and after becoming the best college tennis player in New England, I got that opportunity. I was one of the many American women in the tournament, and I did feel a strong amount of need to win for my country. I had beaten a South Korean lady easily in the first round, but I met my challenge in the ranked member of our group.
My opponent was Mary Abramova, a Russia top tennis player ranked number 11 in the world. Any player like that should be crushing rookie me, but today I felt good. Abramova's serve was off, for some reason, a little slower and inaccurate as it normally was. She was still fighting, this was a brutal match. Close, long and full of energy from both sides. Abramova had a blonde hair, a chiseled face and very cold, brutal eyes. She scared the Hell out of me, and I think she meant it. She probably murdered someone with his cold blood intensity and strength.
It took a few minutes of sitting down to realize that my bladder was a bit worse off than a normal match. God, I really needed to pee. I twisted my body, feeling a sudden urge to dance around a bit. I couldn 't though, this was nationally televised, I couldn't show my desperation.
I heard my name be called my a similar voice. It was my brother, and coach, Mark . I looked up at him. Mark mouthed the words "are you okay?" I mouth back, "I have to pee." He chuckled and turned his eyes back to my parents, probably sharing my desperation.
I walked back to the court, the linesman calling Abramova and myself back, she was serving first. I needed to win by two sets, which means I need to have two sets on my opponent. My bladder calmed down now that adrenaline came back in, still I felt the urge pretty well. I had to go really bad.
I looked at my opponent, she was about to serve. I watched her body clock into focus as she prepared her serve. She served, it was fast and accurate, and it blew past me.
"15-love."
Shit, I need to focus. She gave a smile, maybe at her own success, maybe at my own pain. I rolled my ankle to put my mind off the urge. Why wasn't it going away? I thought to myself. Before I could ponder, Abramova was serving again. This first serve went out, less successful than her first.
"Fault."
Good. She served again, once again it was slower. I could return it easily, and I did. I served back and she swung harder, back at me. We were rallying, we hit the ball back to each other a few times. At some point I hit a ball hard to her, and she could only lob it right in front of my net. I ran towards it, Abramova already knowing that she lost the point, stood still. In my own arrogance I slammed it.
"15-15."
It came at an expense, as I slammed the ball, my bladder pushed into my side. I moaned in the pain, my bladder trying to hurl itself to get out. I bent over from the pain, the audience clapped. I was truly desperate, which was a massive problem because a. I was on live TV, b. I was in front of people, c. I want to win d. I was wearing white, not a light stain of yellow. I have to pee I continued to repeat to myself. Why the Hell wasn't the pain going away, I figured I was in the point of no return.
I had three choices, piss myself, win soon, or lose soon. And I wans't peeing myself, or losing. I had to win, I focused in and prepared myself.
Abramova faulted twice so I got the lead, 30-15. I bent over and wiggled to myself as I prepared for the serve. I was absolutely bursting, I wondered if people were realizing. I looked over to my brother and we made eye contact, and he just started to laugh. I wonder if he realized how bad it was. I wasn't hiding it, or if I was, I was doing it unintentionally.
Abramova served again, this time it was very fast but to me. My reactions strung together and I hit it back, sailing far away from Abramova, she attempted to run towards it, but couldn't reach it.
"40-15" I was one point away from winning one set, one set away from relief. I prepared for one final serve, my body was jumping around, my bladder pushing on my body. I wanted to bend over, holding myself, but I was on live TV, I wasn't going to fall into that trap. I readjusted my skirt, fixing it and reaching under to adjust my speedo underneath. Everything was white, and my body was very desperate. I touched my speedo and gave myself a little squeeze, just to control it for the remainder for the set.
Abramova faulted, only to hit it the next one perfectly. I hit back, and we rallied again, only for Abramova to hit it to the other side. I was quick enough to hit it. I began to run, but only realizing in stride that I was beginning to lose control. I had to slow down, or I would be drowning myself in piss right now. I slowed down, only barely reaching the ball and hitting it. Luckily, it hit very well, and in the end, Abramova could not hit it.
7-6, Dobbs.
One set down, but all I could focus on was my body almost losing control. I was dancing around, nearly holding myself at this point, I was very, very close to peeing myself. I walked over to my side and sat at my bench again. If I lose, and good lord if I lose, it was going to get very wet.
I looked down, only to see a text on my phone. It was from Mark. I clicked it open.
Shannon.
I'm so sorry, but you are not going to enjoy Twitter right now.
I looked up to my brother. My face raging with anger and complete desperation. We made eye contact and he laughed one more time as I just stared. I had watched this match many times and I always know the point where I am sitting on my bench, legs crossed, hands pushing down on my crotch and the commentators laughing at my own desperation.
I wanted to kill Mark, but first I needed to win the match, and then I would need to pee. After all that, and the press conferences, and the other matches, and then I would murder Mark.
I was put back on set, by now the entire audience knew of my desperation. Fuck hiding it, and began to dance around, looking like a little girl probably, but it helped so much. My body was on fire. I glanced at Abramova, she looked back, and she smiled. God, was I that odd, I really had to pee. It was only then that I saw her give a sympathetic glare. I bit my lips, watching her movement.
Oh My God, she has to pee too. Abramova, was also dancing around, bending her knees, biting her lips. We were two desperate ladies. This might get more confusing that I thought.
I served first, only slow. A quick serve would probably open the floodgates. I kept my legs in and prevented the idea of me peeing myself on this stage. Abramova responded, also with slow movements. This was the type of match we were going to have. We rallied once more, only for a shot of mine to sail past her. I turned back, my body was nearing its tipping point.
"15-love." I wondered how bad Abramova had to pee. She seemed desperate, her movements also slow, but her face gave no pain, her face was chiseled and cold as always. Something about Russians, I guess.
I serve again, it faulted. My body twisting to meet the expectations to prevent a wetting. Why this match, out of all the crappy country club tournaments I have done, why Wimbledon for when I had to piss myself. I served one more time, not even jumping off the ground.
It hit the ground this time, and Abramova let it sail past her.
"30-0" Was she dropping the match to make both our lives better. Bless her then, I didn't have much time left.
I served again, it hit and she hit back this time, softly, but my body was almost locked so my body had trouble with the soft shot. We had a light rally for about three go arounds. I swung harder than normal, putting an unfortunate amount of might in.
*squirt*
Oh Shit. My face tensed up, and so did my legs, I had just squirted into my spandex. It was only a little, but it was big. I danced around, hoping the world didn't see a stain. I bent over in pain.
One more serve. It was 40-0, and I was nearing a victory. My body was squirming, I wish I could just run off, take off my speedo and my skirt and just pee outside of other peoples views, let the relief spread to me. I had just a little more.
I hit the ball softly, a lame serve, the world watching as Abramova let the soft serve go right through her. The crowd erupted, it was over, and I would finally get to pee. I jogged over to her at the net. We met each others hands.
"I let you win, let me pee first please." She spoke quietly with me. I didn't like it, but it was fair. I nodded in agreement, as we walked to the linesman, I saw her steps, they were large, awkward, as if she was really hiding something. She might have had to pee more than me. I shook the linesman hands and left to my side. I packed up my tennis bag as quickly as possible. Please God, let me hold it in for thirty more seconds. I felt my bladder pulsate under my dress as I picked up my tennis bag. I gave one wave to the crowd and left as soon as possible, following in front of Abramova. We awkwardly walked to the door exiting from the stage.
Abramova entered the door and I followed. As I entered I saw Abramova's bag on the floor, and the Russian girl in front of me. Her hands clenched around her crotch, and urine falling out of her.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit..." She continued in her heavy Russian accent. She ran to the toilets, watching her run in awkward gasps. She didn't know where the toilets are.
"Toilets are to the right." I spoke, she didn't look back, but instead, she stopped. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground, and a massive torrent of urine came out of her. It burned by bladder, I bent over at a wall, looking away, trying to maintain my bladder from following Abramova's suit. I just watched her, peeing in the hallway, the urine slowing down. I stood amazed by the sheer amount of urine that exited her body, a literal puddle surrounded her and she moaned in a mix of embarrassment and relief.
When the urine stopped she looked at and spoke in a high, stressed voice. "Next time Dobbs, win quicker." I nodded. "Now, go to the toilet, I have no need." I nodded again, and bid farewell to my opponent.
I ran as quickly as possible. I began to udnress myself, I lifted my dress. Over my body, now only in my sports bra and of course my speedo which had a large stain of yellow on it. I sprinted to the toilet, a large brown door to a small bathroom. I pushed it and it didn't open.
What? No! I yelled at the door. "OPEN!" Only to realize a sign on the door that spelled maintenance. This can't be happening, my body was bursting, I was so close. How is this happening. I leaned into the door, my hands clutching my urethra, trying to prevent a wetting. I came so close. I remembered another bathroom in the lockers, but they were so far away.
I had one choice, I grabbed a multitude of towels in my bag and laid them on the ground and sat on them. And on them, I began to pee, hoping the towels would suck in a little. I moaned in relief, my legs buckling from the orgasmic pleasure of releasing this pressure. I screamed, as I rolled down my speedo. I just hoped no cameraman looking for an interview was coming. I continued to pee, the towels beginning to overflow. As I saw the towels give way, I pushed and stopped the stream.
It stopped, and I stood back up, rolled up my speedo, placed back my dress and began my run to the locker room to finish my peeing, and as I stood up with a bit of desperation, but no ability to piss myself, I realized to myself for the first time that I won. I smiled to myself and began my journey to a working toilet. |
Leah's Final Exam
In the fifth story involving Leah, a 19 year old first year student at university, she sits her last exam of the year. Two and a half hours to freedom. What could possibly go wrong?
I hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I do appreciate all the comments very much - it gives impetus to carry on the series. Any suggestions for future scenarios are more than welcome."OK, F-18-WP-1, you have two and a half hours, and you may start now!" barked the Invigilator.Leah turned over the question paper of her final examination of the year and began to study the questions. It was a warm May afternoon, and she was looking forward to her summer. In two and a half hours, she'd be free!Really, she should have been free the previous morning, when the last exam of this semester was sat. However, she had had to miss this paper in December as she'd come down with the flu. Fortunately, the lecturer had shown discretion and when Leah provided a medical note, she was to be permitted to sit the paper in the summer session as her first attempt. Of course, she was dismayed to be finishing later than everyone else, but needs must and she was quietly confident of a respectable mark.Having just turned 19, Leah was finishing her first year at university. She'd really enjoyed the time, both academically and socially. She had met many new friends, from her course and her halls, and in a few weeks would be moving into a flat with three other girls. She'd also been dating a guy, Mark, for a few months, which was going well. A pretty brunette with curly hair and freckles, she caught many a guy's eye.She'd woken up early and got some last-minute revision in, whilst eating breakfast, and went for a walk around the campus to wake her up. After a shower she got dressed - although she usually went to lectures in jeans and a hoodie, typical student attire, she made an effort for exams. She selected a grey skirt and a white blouse, with black tights. She tried to find an appropriate bra to have underneath her blouse, rather than something obviously patterned or brightly coloured. Her white bras were both in the wash, so she selected a plain black one, and put on light pink plain knickers (comfort over style).Having eaten a light lunch, she left her flat an hour before the exam began at 1pm. Leah took a seat in the lobby reading through some summary notes for the half hour before the exam began. The exam was being held in the sports hall, which throughout the year was busy with a variety of activities, but for the last three weeks had been transformed with individual desks at prescribed distances apart, a large whiteboard at the front and a clock. They had been called into the hall by the Senior Invigilator, a middle-aged man with a crisp ironed shirt and a large presence (not to mention waistline), who had read out the rules and instructed them to start.And so Leah found herself filling in the front page of her answer book and starting to sketch out some thoughts in rough. It was quite warm in the hall - although, since a few students fainted earlier on in the exam season, some portable air-conditioning units had been wheeled in from somewhere. She took a gulp of water from the 1-litre bottle which she'd brought with her. The paper didn't seem too bad, compared to the practise ones. She was confident in her ability to answer the questions, but realised she'd need to keep up the pace to allow her to write everything well and not run out of time.After she'd written the first answer, she allowed herself a brief respite to have some water and rest her hand for a moment, whilst reading the next question. There were four questions on the paper, and it was 45 minutes into the exam already. Damn! She really wanted to aim for 30 minutes per question, and then 30 minutes to refine and go back if she needed to.She started to answer the second question. This one seemed easier, and she confidently wrote a respectable answer. As she did so, she felt an increasing pressure in her bladder. She'd been drinking a lot of water, with the hot weather, but being nervous before the exam she'd made sure to go to the toilet and force herself to go. She'd be alright, though, surely. By the time she'd finished her second answer it was an hour and ten minutes into the exam; another hour and twenty left for the final two questions and proof-reading. Another swig of water from the bottle. She was conscious that she needed a wee, but she didn't want to jeopardise her mark by taking time away from her desk to urinate. She'd hold it in for now. Maybe, after the next question, she'd ask to go.Leah started her next question, by this point crossing her legs. She was trying to concentrate on writing her essay, but was being increasingly distracted by the pressure on her bladder.Her mind went back to one of her GCSE exams – French Writing. She'd been in a similar situation, in need of a wee during the exam. Unfortunately, the school policy was that toilet breaks in exams were “at the discretion of the supervising teacher”, and the teacher supervising was Mrs Richards – an old-school, very posh lady, who believed that the students should devote themselves to the paper whilst they were in the hall. Poor Leah had had to hold it in, and then when the group was dismissed make a desperate dash for the girls' toilets, where she'd arrived in the nick of time. Leah shuddered at the memory, but also, as her mind came back to the paper in front of her, how she needed to press on. And speaking of pressing, she realised that she was subconsciously putting pressure on her privates. She thought to herself that it was a pretty pointless exercise – after all holding the outside wouldn't affect the sphincter inside her which kept her bladder shut, but it provided some relief at least.Biological mysteries aside, Leah was almost through the third question, with 1 hour 30 minutes down. She was regaining time, and wondered if now was the moment to pause and ask to go to the toilet – her legs could do with the walk, too. At that moment the Senior Invigilator addressed the other half of the hall – their paper was now over, and they needed to leave all their papers on their desk to be picked up. Damn! She couldn't ask now, with all the invigilators being busy attending to the other exam. She looked enviously as the other students left, ready to start their summer of freedom. There were only six of them left in the wide, open hall now. She'd give it five minutes then ask, she thought to herself, as she uncomfortably shuffled in her seat. She took another gulp of water from the bottle – perhaps unwise with a full bladder, but she'd be answering the call of nature, not questions soon.By now, the third question was complete and she was on to the final essay, the home stretch. The invigilators had finished with packing the other equipment away, she noticed. Leah was on the verge of putting her hand up, when she was rudely interrupted by a loud klaxon sound.“Please leave the hall immediately!” shouted the Senior Invigilator over a megaphone which he had hurriedly produced from thin air “Do not talk, do not run. The staff will show you which way to go!”.Leah stood up, which was difficult with stiff knees and legs and also a full and complaining bladder, and followed the directions from the invigilators to the fire escape. The students assembled outside the hall where three invigilators monitored the situation. A burly security guard, dressed in a blue shirt and epaulettes, appeared. “Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a smoke head activation in the area. We are awaiting the Fire Brigade, please stay here with the invigilators. Don't worry – you will be given extra time”.Leah stood in the cool shade outside, feeling quite surprised. She was in mid-flow with her essay, and hoped she wouldn't have lost her thread by the time she got back in. She also hoped that things would hurry up, as her bladder was feeling very painful by now. Three fire engines raced up to the front of the sports centre, and she could see another security guard speaking to the firemen. There was a hive of activity for a while with various firemen going into the building, whilst others remained outside. It was a strange situation – she couldn't speak to anybody, and certainly couldn't ask to go to the loo now. She crossed her legs and tried to remain calm and collected. Her mind wandered to her plans for the evening – she was due to meet up with her halls friend Jess, to go shopping for things for their new shared flat, and then go out for tea with Mark. She would be very happy by this evening!“Yes, Lima 4 received, thank you, out” said the security guard into his headphones. He whispered something to the Senior Invigilator, who nodded.“Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please” he said, addressing the students. “The smoke head was a false alarm, and there is no cause for concern. The Fire Brigade are leaving shortly, and then we shall re-set the alarm.”.The Senior Invigilator took over. “You will be permitted to return to the building presently, when I instruct you to do so. Due to the disruption, we must follow certain procedures. You are all to draw a horizontal line across your script book, on which you must write the words 'FIRE EVACUATION'. You will all be permitted an extra twenty minutes onto your allocated time, to make up for the time you have spent outside. Your lecturers will all be informed about the disruption which occurred, and they will take this into account in their marking. If you have any questions, you should ask me once you are seated in the hall”. He finished his speech and the klaxon sound stopped shortly after. The invigilator looked over to Lima 4, who listened to his headset and gave the nod, and the group filed back in to the hall.Leah looked at the clock. Her exam had been running for two hours and twenty minutes now, but it was extended so it would run for a further half hour. She looked at what she had written, and scored the horizontal line as requested. She was actually quite confident that she could finish off the answer, after the benefit of the time reflecting outside. The invigilators told everybody to start writing again, and Leah continued with her essay. She pulled her right leg up and sat on her foot, and realised that it was important she get her relief, so she finally put up her hand, and an older gentleman invigilator ambled towards her.“Excuse me, I need the toilet please”“Sorry my dear, you aren't allowed to go to the toilet in the last half-hour of an examination, those are the university rules”“Yes, I know, but I was about to ask before the fire bell went off”“What seems to be the problem?” said a voice, as the Senior Invigilator appeared.“This lady needs use of the toilet, but I've just explained it's in the last half hour”“I see. I'm sorry madam, but you must wait, is that ok?”It wasn't, really, but Leah didn't want to make a fuss. Nor admit to the invigilators how desperate she was. She pushed her heel into her crotch, and plodded on with the answers. It was becoming unbearable, and there was still twenty minutes of exam time left. She was starting to panic, as her stomach became more and more painful, but she carried on. She tried to think rationally - she'd been desperate for a wee plenty of times in her life, and she always made it. If she could get through the next twenty minutes, she could have relief."You have ten minutes remaining" announced the Invigilator. Leah had finished writing her script by this point and was proof-reading her answers, although her attention was very much elsewhere. She tried moving her legs around, but the best relief came from crossing them tightly. Conscious of the fact that the others already knew she needed the toilet, she didn't want to look too desperate in front of them. She could hold on - she had to hold on, but her bladder was groaning at her from all the water she'd been drinking that afternoon. As she read through the script, she found it difficult to concentrate on what she'd written - her body was far more concerned about her bladder. She sat, trying to remain as still as possible, holding as tight as she could, for the last few minutes."Your time is now up. Leave your paper on the desk, and you may now leave the hall" said the Senior Invigilator. Leah didn't need any encouragement - she immediately pushed her chair back, followed immediately by a sharp intake of breath. The pressure of pushing the chair back had loosened her hold on her bladder, and a small squirt escaped her. She sat for a second, re-affirming her hold, whilst also feeling a spot of warmth in her knickers. Carefully, she stood up, and felt another squirt leak despite her best efforts. Leah was in turmoil, she had to move from here in order to go to the toilet, but it seemed that everything she did was causing her to leak into her knickers. As she stood still, another squirt leaked. It was clear now that she was starting to dribble, and she needed to get on the toilet as quickly as possible.Leah set off on a fast march towards the exit of the hall, using all her might to hold her bladder. As she walked, she could feel a slow drip of leaks escaping her. Her bladder was on the verge of giving in. As she exited the hall back into the lobby, she started to walk faster but without holding herself. Although she wasn't walking awkwardly, this reduced the pressure, and she could feel the leaks starting to get bigger and bigger. Just a few more seconds. She got across the lobby and was opening the door into the corridor when she felt another wave leak out - but this was no squirt. She had no choice. She ran down the corridor and turned right into the ladies toilet. All she could do now is give in and try to get on the toilet as quickly as possible. As she ran, more and more leaks escaped and dampened her knickers.Leah burst into the ladies and ran into the first cubicle. As she turned around to lock the door, her stressed sphincter finally gave in. She felt another leak escape, which turned into a long stream, and realised that she was full-on wetting herself. She pulled up her skirt and tore down her tights and knickers, at which point the stream leaking for her continued to spray down onto the floor of the cubicle. She positioned herself over the toilet and finally, voluntarily relaxed. The relief was enormous. She felt a powerful jet stream out of her, into the toilet, which continued for about 30 seconds. There was a tingling sensation in her spine as her muscles, clenched and dedicated to holding on, released. This was followed by an on/off squirt of the remaining contents of her bladder. She had never felt such relief in her life.She looked down at her knickers and tights, and her heart dropped. Her knickers and tights were soaking - she had totally wet them. The light pink they once were had darkened significantly. She carefully took her tights and knickers off and set them to one side, before examining her skirt. This was more concerning - she had a large wet patch on her bottom. Leah was dismayed - if she walked home like this, everybody would know what happened.A solution came in the form of her phone buzzing, as Jess had texted her asking where she was, as they'd intended to meet up. "Come to sports centre toilets. Bring some jeans and knickers. I'll explain x" she texted back. Jess was a kind-hearted girl, who Leah had helped out of a desperate situation earlier in the year. Jess indicated she'd be along shortly, and Leah decided she would be better off sitting on the bench outside the toilets, not to mention more comfortable. Looking down, there was a huge puddle of wee on the toilet floor, trailing out where she had ran in. She peeled her knickers and tights off and wiped her legs, which were soaked where the pee had run down them. She carefully bundled up her tights and knickers and shoved them in the sanitary bin, before letting her skirt down. There was still a substantial wet patch, so she'd need to be careful, but she managed to exit the toilets and get sat down on the bench without any trouble.After about ten minutes Jess turned up with a sports bag. As she opened her mouth, Leah indicated to the changing rooms, and they shot inside. "I've got a pair of jeans and knickers like you said" said Jess "What happened?". "My exam overran, there was an emergency and we all had to evacuate" explained Leah matter-of-factly. "I can see that" said Jess sagely, looking at Leah's skirt. She undid her skirt and put on the jeans and plain white knickers that Jess had brought along. Leah felt that Jess was the perfect friend here - looking after her at her time of need without making her feel silly.With Leah now changed into dry clothes, the girls left the changing room and walked towards the exit, past the toilets, where a cleaner was carefully positioning a yellow "wet floor" sign in the doorway. "Janet! Can you bring your mop and bucket? Looks like someone's had an accident here, it's all over the floor...!".They left the sports centre, Leah feeling very ashamed and quiet. "Hey, it's ok" said Jess, noticing her mood. "Come here". The girls embraced, then continued walking. "If it's any consolation, it happened to me at school, in year 9" Jess continued "I totally wet myself in front of a class of thirty 14-year olds. I never lived it down". Leah felt a little more comfortable after that. She felt extremely embarrassed, and told Jess. She was 19 - she should be able to hold her bladder better than this! Sure, she'd had desperate moments before, but never like this. Jess was sympathetic - it was a long exam, she'd had lots of water and there had been twenty minutes outside. "You'd have been fine without the fire alarm!".By the time they got back to the halls, the other girls were around, but Jess kept her promise not to say anything. She explained to the others that Leah wasn't feeling too good, and ran a bath for her to get into. As Leah lay in the bath she thought she was lucky enough to have decent friends to look out for her - and a bladder that would reach as far as the toilet door, anyway. And on the upside, at least she hadn't worn any particularly nice knickers today – it would have been a shame to ruin a decent pair. She lay in the tub as the water drained out of her bath, and felt a need to wee again. Well, I've already embarrassed myself today she thought, as she released a trickle to join the water going down the plughole.POSTSCRIPT :-Leah picked up her results three weeks later, and had done splendidly. As she read the module breakdown, she had to smile to herself.“F18WP1 : 1st, 87/100.COMMENTS: Well written, especially in view of the obvious distraction.”If only the examiner appreciated the irony of his comments!
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Warning: this story has some erotic scenes in it. Includes tasting of fluid. If you are uncomfortable with that don't read the story.
Alice sat there at the tea party table. Mad Hatter sat on the other side of the long table with his feet propped up on the table drinking tea and just admiring shy Alice that had been hanging out with March Hare.
"March. Can you please go tend to the garden and go check on dormouse and make sure he hasn't fallen asleep anywhere he shouldn't be?"
March got up and smiled at Alice.
"So Alice. Do you like the teas i've offered you?" he asked. His chocolate brown eyes sparkling in adoration for the pale petite blond Alice.
She nodded and put the fifth white tea cup down. she was in a short light blue Alice dress and small white apron. She had a light blue bow in her hair. Her panties were cotton white. She had white stockings and black shoes.
"Let me get you more tea my sweet Alice," he said picking up a purple tea pot and started to pour more strawberry tea into the white tea cup.
"I... think I've had enough."
"Had enough...you know it's not polite to deny tea from hatter."
He saw her cross her legs in a sly shy way. he started to smile. His plan was working.
"Take a few more sips for me Alice," she did slowly from another tea cup. She crossed her legs the other way and leaned forward a little.
"Uncross your legs," he said coming over to the other side of the table.
She did so. She grasped tightly onto the arms of the chair and took a slow deep breath in.
"May I please ... go to the bathroom?"
"No you may not. Where would you pee? You can't pee on the grass. That's a rule from the red queen. She'd have your head if you did that."
"Where... do you pee?"
"I go to the white queens castle..which is quite a walk from here. I must admit there have been a few times me and march have wet ourselves on the way there. by the looks of you right now...I'd say you wouldn't be able to make it." he slowly started to pour tea into another cup. Doing it so slowly so that the sound, sounded like a slow trickle. She closed her eyes.
"Now Alice. A proper lady like yourself wouldn't wet her white panties would she... you'd get your beautiful dress all wet."
She started to try to close her legs again. "Alice... you are a bad girl," he said sweetly and softly. he removed a purple ribbon from the table and proceeded to tie one ankle to one leg of the chair and her other ankle to the other leg so her legs stayed a part a little in a V shape. He stood up and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. She tried so bad to hold it in through the pleasure of the kiss. He then undid the silken purple ribbon and cleared off space at the end of the table. He patted the table.
"Climb up onto the table."
"If I move hatter I will surely wet myself."
"Hold it in... be a good girl for your mad one."
She whimpered a little as she got up her legs closed together.
"Can I remove your panties?" he asked.
She nodded a little. He rested his hands up the layers of blue frilliness and slowly lowered her damp panties. He checked to make sure the wetness was not pee. He smiled when he realized it wasn't pee. He held her hand and helped her up onto the table. He then grabbed a metal tea pot which was empty.
"Hmmm which tea would I like?" he said. He sat down on the seat in front of her. He moved the tea pot closer to her, "Open your thighs Alice and sit up...I am gonna move the tea pot beneath you."
"I have to go so bad sir," she said in a panicked rush. He ignored her. He trailed his finger tip over the upper edges of the tea packets that were in a box.
"Hmm do I want strawberry, peach, cherry... your cherry... " he said blushing and looking over at Alice, "blueberry... lemon. I think lemon would do."
She put her hand down there to try to stop the sudden urge. Pressing her finger tips up against her body. She concentrated. Tensed her muscles up as much as she could and just breathed. Her thighs were trembling a little. He slid the tea packet down into the tea pot.
"To make a tea that I think would be perfect... you start to pee slowly... soaking the tea packet inside...then I will ask you to stop the flow...and I will add sugar...then you can go the rest of the way. filling the tea pot as much as you can cause I love tea then when I give you permission you may sit beside me."
He sat down and smiled at her, "You may pee Alice. Just a slow drizzle."
She tried but her body was too tense.
"What's wrong Alice? Nervous?"
She nodded a little.
"Just relax," he said softly. He got up and rested his hands on her knees. He gently rubbed the tops of her thighs a little. She let out a soft gasp as she felt a few drips escape. Releasing a bit of pressure from within her pee hole and she winced as her belly area ached slightly from the fullness. The pee drips soaked the little bits of lemon peel and other fragrant contents of the little packet.
"Keep going Alice you don't have to stop yet..." he suddenly heard the ping of the urine hitting the inside of the metal pot. The sound sweet to his ears sending blood down to his thighs. "Perfect. Aw you really had to go... now I need you to stop for me. I know it's hard to do just..there... good hold it...keep holding."
He picked up the sugar cup and the small silver spoon. He saw the desperation on her face. Her closed eyes and hands tight in a fist on her thighs. "You're doing good Alice."
He poured the little bit of sugar into the tea pot. He put the spoon back then put the cup on the table.
"Okay you can," as soon as he started to say that last word she couldn't hold it in anymore. She sighed in relief as the stream came out hard and fast. She didn't care about the sound that was occurring as her urine sprayed against the metal. The sound started to be quieter as the tea pot started to fill up more.
"I can't stop," she whispered. Her body sweating and she felt tired.
"Keep peeing Alice. Good girl sweetie. Release all that you kept inside of you for me. fill the tea pot." when she felt like she couldn't pee anymore she said, "I'm done hatter."
He slowly moved the tea pot forward from under her. He smiled at the light amber colored liquid.
"Good job my sweet Alice."
He hugged her gently.
"Now before I ask you to sit beside me... just want to check something." he picked up a spoon he blew on it gently to warm it up a little.
"If you are wet Alice can you get some wetness on this for me?"
She nodded a little and rubbed the spoon down against her wet skin then slowly dragged it upward, gathering a little bit of white on the end of the spoon .She gave him the spoon and he proceeded to put the sweetness on a tea biscuit and put it on a plate. He stood up and offered his hands to help her down off of the table. Once she had her feet on the ground he put his hands around her waist kissing her gently. She sat beside him and watched shyly as he took a little bite of the biscuit. He smiled and blushed.
"You taste amazing Alice. I don't even need any honey on this which... the guys in Wonderland know I always need honey on my tea biscuits."
She smiled and blushed. he handed her back her panties. She put them on. He poured himself a cup of the warm tea. She watched as he picked up the cup and smiled at her with a wink and then took a sip.
"That tastes really good. just as good as my favorite tea. wait here...I'll put this in the storage area we have. That way the guys don't think it's real tea and accidently drink it. Thank you Alice. I adore you."
He got up and took the tea pot into the storage. He went into a small green building and rinsed his mouth and chose a peppermint to put in his mouth so he could kiss her more. She sat on his lap and snuggled him as they kissed.
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My first omo story! Please review and criticize. Be as upfront as is humanly possible. Now, I present to you Waterpark Woes.
The blue sedan navigated though the crowded parking lot, searching for a spot. It was Labor Day weekend, the last weekend before the onset of autumn, and everyone in town had the same idea; come out to the waterpark to reclaim some of the old glory of summer. Thus, those who arrived late, like the Burlington family, were forced to take multiple laps of the lot, looking for a place to pull off.
The family wouldn't have been so late if Andrea, the youngest girl, wasn't so reluctant to wake up. It had been a task of Herculean proportions to drag the middle-schooler out of bed, brush her frizzy brown hair into some semblance of order, and get her in the car. Now she sat upright on her seat, bouncing around in anticipation.
"Hurry up and park already, Dad!" she whined.
"Where am I supposed to do that, sweetheart?" the driver of the car said, rather distracted. Robert Burlington was a California expatriate and a surfer with a rather laid-back attitude towards parenting and life. When not working at his architecture firm, you'd find him on the ocean if the waves were good and hanging with his family if they weren't.
"Be patient for once!" snapped Kimberly, the eldest daughter in the family. A seven-year age difference between the two sisters had not served to improve their relationship. Andrea saw everything between the two as a competition that she had to win, while Kimberly was just annoyed by her younger sister's antics.
Suddenly, the holy grail of parking spots revealed itself to them. Tucked in between a pickup truck and an SUV, the spot was cramped, but it would serve. Rob pulled in and parked.
Bea, Rob's wife and the kids' mother, hopped out of the car. She was an artist, and a moderately successful one at that. Her works were rather prominently displayed all over the Burlington household. Unfortunately for the kids, her chosen subjects to paint and sculpt were nudes. This had led to countless hurried explanations every time a friend visited, and horrified entreaties to cover the damn things up!
Andrea was all smiles today though as she jumped out of the car, accidentally leaving a small scratch on the door of the pickup. Kimberly groaned, walking out leisurely. The family gathered their stuff, applied sunscreen, and walked over to the entrance to the swim park.
The queue to get in was massive. The Burlingtons shuffled into the back, resigning themselves to a long wait. Kimberly noticed a slight pressure in her bladder, but ignored it. She'd use the toilet when she got inside.
The wait was indeed massive, but finally they arrived at the front. They were greeted by a bored college kid, an earbud in his left ear, who took their money and pointed to the changing rooms.
Kimberly rushed inside. After the long wait under the burning sun, she wanted to get swimming! Quickly, she changed into her two piece swimsuit. It hugged her B-cup figure and her curves perhaps a little more than her parents would have wanted, but she doubted they would notice.
She hurried out into the bright sun, blinking. The water park was huge- and packed. All of the five slides h
had massive lines, the wave pool was choked with people, and the whirl pool threw around huge crowds.
Andrea and her mother emerged from the changing rooms. Kimberly could hear her mother asking Andrea whether or not she'd used the restroom, and Andrea blowing her off. Last year, the park had added a chemical to the water to turn it a dark purple when someone peed in the pool. Sure enough, halfway through the day Andrea was surrounded by purple water. Kimberly was still living down the shame from that incident.
Her dad emerged from the men's room, wearing board shorts that were altogether far too short. Kimberly resolved to ignore him and moved over to the wave pool. As she climbed down the ladder, her bladder twinged again. She ignored it; she had to get swimming!
Two lazy hours passed under the sun and the waves. Kimberly swam around, floated, shot down the slides. It was great fun, and she forgot everything but the fun she was having! It was only once she got out of the water for a quick snack break that she realized she had to pee! Quickly, she pressed her legs together to overcome the sudden urge. The sudden cold did nothing to improve her situation, and Kimberly found herself desperate to pee. But luckily, the wave passed, and she hurried off to the restrooms.
Unfortunately, the ladies' line was almost as long as the one outside. Rumor had it that a batch of
hamburgers cooked by the park were spoiled, and several women had developed the runs, backing up the whole process. As she waited in line, Kimberly felt the pressure in her lower abdomen growing; she was forced to cross her legs, to her chagrin. Her tight bikini bottom, once a source of pride, had become a source of pain, biting into her distended bladder.
Slowly, the line moved. Kimberly was truly desperate now, squirming around to try and maintain control, hopping around in a true pee dance. But the line was moving, and to her relief she was getting closer. Finally, she was next in line. When the last woman exited, and her bladder crying out for relief, she moved towards the door, only to be stopped by an employee.
"Sorry, ma'am. Bathroom's closed for maintenance. We have some unisex toilets on the other side of the park."
Kimberly had a few choice words for him that she only barely restrained. Slowly, she hobbled back out of the changing rooms with the other women. Every step sent a painful jolt to her bladder, now with a noticeable bulge. She was forced to loosen the ties on her swimsuit to maintain control.
She remembered last year, how she'd teased Andrea for her accident. Now, one year later, she was the one desperate! If only she'd gone to the toilet earlier!
Suddenly, a painful spasm racked her bladder. Kimberly's hand shot to her crotch, pushing hard against her bikini. Even so, a single drop of golden liquid dripped out, slowly and painfully. Kimberly stopped walking, wrestling with her stubborn bladder for control.
"Kim!" Kimberly looked over, in horror, to see Andrea, excited as ever. "I've been looking all over for you! You have to come on the yellow waterslide! It's incredible!" She stopped, suddenly. "What's wrong? Why are you all bent over?"
Kimberly forced herself to straighten, her bladder screaming in protest. "I-it's nothing, Andrea."
"Well then? Let's go!" She ran off. Kimberly waddled after her. She couldn't admit to her younger sister she was dying for a wee, not after how she'd teased her last year.
Kimberly made it to the slide with only one more drop escaping. She joined the massive line, tortured by the water dripping from the levels overhead and the sounds of running water surrounding her. Each step up was a shock to her bladder, stretched far beyond its limit. She was forced to hold herself, like a child, and cross her legs. Luckily, Andrea never looked back.
About halfway up, an obese woman behind her stumbled a little, knocking into her. Kimberly gasped, and a couple drops escaped. She threw her hands into her crotch, dancing around, bending over, anything to stem the tidal wave of pee inside of her.
Finally, they approached the top of the slide. Andrea shot down, and Kimberly squirmed over to the start. Awkwardly, she tried to sit down without removing her hands, but realized she couldn't. Reluctantly, she removed a hand to grab onto the rail over head, so she could shove off.
A long jet of pee squirted out of her, dampening the crotch of her bikini. She pushed herself off, and the impact sent another jet squirting. Quickly, she pulled her bikini aside, grabbing on directly to her peehole. Anything to keep more jets from escaping.
Suddenly, she was thrown to one side, rocketing down the chute, and the dam burst. Pee streamed out from beneath her fingers, running down her legs, darkening the front of her swimsuit. She sighed with relief as the pain ended, then looked down in horror at the purple water below her.
As she went down, Kimberly prayed that the crowd in the pool would conceal her accident. Finally, the slide shot her and her stained water back into the throng of people. Quickly, she dived under and ran off, tears staining her eyes.
"Kim!" She turned around to see the worst possible person. Andrea.
"Oh my god, Kim, you peed yourself!" She started giggling. "Wait until everyone finds out!"
Kimberly blushed a deep red. It would be a long car ride home.
Edited June 28, 2014 by Auseklis
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A note on character death:
"Let's try and talk to them," you say. "Figure out what they're doing."
Jowan nods. "Soldiers of Vajrindrath! I am Jowan, of Sinana! Surrender now and you will be spared!"
The soldiers suddenly stop, bursting out into laughter.
"Hahaha! Look at him, thinks he's Jowan!" says a swordsman.
Abruptly, a pikeman stops laughing. "No! Look, Albrecht! The scarred face! The beard! It's him!"
"Shit shit shit!" Immediately, all of the soldiers bow down, dropping their weapons. You notice the crossbowman doesn't bow, but merely lowers his weapon.
"Please spare us, Lord Jowan," says the pikeman. "We'll do anything!"
"Alright," says Jowan, dismounting. He walks over to them. "Tell me why four Vajrindran soldiers and an Aventinan are armed and on Amunroth's lands. And how, actually."
The pikeman's face turns stony. "That I will not do. I will not betray my god."
"Which god? Vajrindra?" you ask Pike.
"No. They venerate their king as a living god," he replies. "Makes it bloody hard to get them to stop fighting."
"Very well," says Jowan. "There are... other ways to gain information." He draws his sword.
"No!" you yell, running over to Jowan. "What are you doing!"
"Torturing them. We need to find out why they're here."
"No!" you shout, shocked. "Look at these men! They look miserable! Look, they already surrendered! Let's just give them a little food and let them be!"
Everyone stops for a tense moment; then the lead soldier looks over at you. "Her, I tell."
Jowan sheaths his blade. Leaning over, he whispers, "Don't worry. I wouldn't have tortured them. Sometimes the threat is enough. But it seems that kindness was a more effective weapon today."
"We were sent here as advance scouts," the pikeman says.
"For an invasion?" Pike asks sharply.
"Not necessarily. Vajrindrath is divided. Some of the nobility want peace, and some want war. My lord Abraxas of Mahelin is one who wants war, and he has sent his soldiers out, such as us."
"We was assigned to the Herlasvaald," Albrecht the swordsman chimes in. "Not three days into that damned forest we were attacked by demons. The Daystar's people, I tell you. We lost our captain and half our men."
"It's back to Vajrindrath for us. But I thank you for your kindness," the pikeman says, bowing low. "If you ever need help in Vajrindrath, ask for Duran Anjolaj, that being me."
You nod. Pike hands you some food, you give it to them, and you ride on. The soldiers wander off in the other direction.
You vault back onto Sunflank, an action that causes your bladder to protest violently. Quickly, you shove a hand into your crotch, squeezing the denim of your jeans like your life depends on it. For a moment, you consider going in the bushes, but your pride gets in the way. Stupid pride.
"Let's go!" Jowan says. "We need to get to Vaaledge before the night falls!"
The three of you canter off, you shoving your crotch hard into the leather-tooled saddle to contain the tsunami of urine inside of you. The ride is bumpy, and more than once a chance pothole sends you flying and a painful jet of pee squirts out, dampening your panties. But finally, just as night descends, you see from far away the lights of the town of Vaaledge.
The town seems not so much to have been built but to have grown, a ramshackle cluster of broken-down houses and broken-down people. As you ride through the streets, men and women dressed in dark clothes give you flinty-eyed gazes before moving on. All have swords or knives at their belts.
You are at this point dancing around on the saddle, trying to control both the horse and your pee. After what seems like an eternity, you arrive at a structure that could barely be considered a building. A decrepit sign out front proclaims it to be the Last Chance Inn.
Jowan vaults down and bangs on the door. It swings open to reveal a fat, greasy man holding a lantern in one hand and a meat cleaver in the other.
"Inn's closed. All the rooms sold."
Jowan pushes past him. "We'll bunk in the common room."
Pike follows, a hand on his knife, and the man steps aside. You gingerly step off just as a strong spasm hits your bladder, and you squeeze your crotch with all your might.
"Miss? You coming or going?"
"B-bathroom," you gasp out, and he points around the side. You hobble over to find what he considers a bathroom.
You nudge open the door with your leg, not daring to remove your hands, and gasp in horror. First off, it's a hole in the ground. But even among holes in the ground, it's nasty. Some previous visitor must had the runs, because there is shit everywhere. If this hole was a human, it would be the homeless guy who smells nasty and screams at you to repent when you walk past. Shuddering with horror and your desperation, you close the door.
Do you:
A) Brave the hole
B) Attempt to hold on longer
C) Go in the bushes
D) Other
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Map and training will be coming. I have not forgotten your requests Ranpalan and alaiteir!
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Here's chapter 1 of my latest Kindle story "The Holding Technique."It's about a doctor and her patient trying a new treatment together. The theory is if you hold in your pee for as long as possible, you gain control over your body and then over your mind and then you feel great! By the end of the story Scarlett and her doctor are incapable of holding in their pee or their mutual lust any longer.
In chapter 1 Scarlett is about to begin her appointment with the doctor to discuss how best to treat her depression... Chapter 1 - A Patient Desperately Needs My HelpAs she lay there looking up at my dripping pussy, a mixture of arousal and disgust evident in her eyes, I began to wonder if maybe I'd gone too far. It was only meant to be an experiment after all.
Scarlett Harrison wasn't my ordinary kind of patient. Maybe that's why I tried such an extraordinary technique with her. I'd only learned about "The Holding Technique," a few weeks ago at a conference. I was sceptical at the time but when Scarlett was sat opposite me in my office, reeling off her list of symptoms, I began to wonder if perhaps she was the perfect candidate to try it out.
The theory was pretty simple, if a bit new age hippy for my liking but my colleagues swore by it. If someone is lacking in confidence, anxious, nervous, feeling miserable, everything Scarlett was when she first appeared before me, then there's a guru somewhere thousands of miles away who claimed to have the perfect answer. Get them to hold in their pee.
It sounds mad, I know and back then I thought it was crazy too. And to be honest, if I'd known where trying it out would get me, I'm not sure I'd have started the experiment in the first place. Or maybe there was a part of me that was always into desperation, I just never realised it before. Who knows?
Anyway, back to the theory. Basically if I could get my patients to learn to hold in their pee for as long as humanly possible, it would teach them they had control over at least one thing in their lives and from that tiny mental acorn a great oak of self-control, self-esteem and self-confidence would follow. I was already kind of trying it out, hoping to last until the end of the day before visiting the bathroom, feeling more and more uncomfortable as the afternoon ticked slowly by.
So when Scarlett told me nothing else had worked, no drugs, no therapy, nothing, that decided it for me, well that and the pleading look in her eyes. If this didn't work, what else was there to try? I couldn't leave this beautiful, innocent young woman to suffer alone without at least trying something.
"We're going to try a new treatment with you," I began, holding out the leaflet I'd received at the conference. "Have a read of this and tell me what you think."
I used the silence to think. I ran my eyes up and down Scarlett, the hunched over shoulders, the downcast face, the general demeanour of one who's been defeated by the world. But behind it I could see the beauty within. She really was attractive. I mean I don't look bad. I'm tall, my boobs are pretty perky considering I'm the wrong side of forty. I can still draw glances on the rare occasions in the summer when I wear a bikini but even in her frumpy choice of clothes, Scarlett beat me hands down.
Sure, some of it was her age. She was a good twenty years younger than me. Her notes gave me her exact date of birth but she looked even younger than her age, having the flawless skin of someone just stepping out into the adult world. If it wasn't for her chest I'd have said she was probably about to start college. She had the ridiculously large breasts of a WW2 painting on the side of a plane about to set off on a bombing raid. They were cartoonishly big even as she tried to mask them in her overlarge blue woolly sweater.
Don't judge me for what I did next. Call it a perk of the medical profession. Or call it abuse of a patient doctor relationship. You didn't do the years of training I did and one thing I was taught was to examine the body to judge the mind. I didn't ask her to go as far as she did. That was her choice. Don't blame me please.
"I...I don't know," Scarlett said when she'd finished reading the leaflet, holding it out to me.
"No, you keep it for now," I replied.
"Will it work?" she asked, still hardly making eye contact with me. "I mean I'll try anything if it works to make me feel better."
I leaned back in my chair. "I'll be honest with you Miss Harrison. I don't know if it'll work. They had some testimonials at the conference and the feedback from my colleagues has been broadly positive but I've never tried anything like this. It would be something of an...experiment. I understand entirely if you'd rather we tried something else."
She looked up at me then, a flash of anger in her eyes before it vanished again. "I've tried everything," she muttered. "I just want to feel good about myself for once in my life. Let's do it."
"Okay," I replied, strangely excited about the prospect. If this worked, maybe I'd roll it out for more of my patients. Could make this the happiest city in the world, if not the wettest.
"What if it doesn't work?" she asked, bringing me out of my reverie. "I'm a bit scared about something experimental like this, especially if nobody's done it before."
I thought for a moment before making a decision that although I didn't know it at the time, would change my life forever.
"Well let's do it together," I said. "I don't think it's fair for you to try something that might be dangerous. We'll both do it and I'll stop things if I think they're going too far. How does that sound?"
A smile almost flickered across her lips. Was I really the first person to ever be nice to her? That couldn't be right. I ran my eyes over the notes of the conference before looking up. "Step one is to examine you. Check you're sound before we embark on this. Would you mind undressing for me?"
I hope you all liked chapter 1. If you're desperate you can get the whole thing from this link. If you prefer to hold it in for a while I might even pop chapter 2 up on here!
Love Luna
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I've been working on an omorashi version of the Hunger Games for a while and I'd love your opinion on the story so far. Katy Evans sees the Desperation Games as her last chance to win some real money, a holding contest held live on air. But Katy has one advantage over the other women gathering next to her on stage as they all start to drink. She's been holding it in for pleasure for years and squirming desperation is just a part of Katy's life. But the Desperation Games are hosted by a man with a talent for teasing even the strongest contestants into letting go. Can Katy hold in her pee long enough to win the grand prize? Sit back and enjoy the wettest TV show you'll ever see! Chapter 1 - Signing Up For the Games"You don't need to do this."
I looked down at him and sighed. "We've been over this. Where else are we going to get the money from?"
"But the Desperation Games? Really?"
"I'm not arguing with you. I have to get going. The show starts in an hour." I headed out of the door.
"I love you," he shouted after me. "Make sure you come back to me."
"Love you too," I called back before heading down the street towards the studios, passing advertising hoardings plastered with images of the Desperation Games. There was the girl from the farming district, winner of last year's show. She was beaming a huge grin and pointing at the dark stain on her pure white trousers, the trousers of the champion. Could I ever hope to do as well as her?
There was the factory girl, wearing her denim dungarees and holding her hands between her thighs in that signature way of hers. All those stars, all rich beyond their wildest dreams because of one thing, their ability to hold in their pee for longer than anyone else.
My feet were starting to hurt by the time I reached the studio. The place was packed with hopefuls and I joined the end of an enormous queue. By the time I made it through the door, I was beginning to need the bathroom but having practised holding it for weeks in preparation, I wasn't too worried yet.
"Name?" a bored woman holding a clipboard asked as I finally reached the front of the queue.
"Katy Evans."
"Move along."
The queue shuffled towards a bank of elevators and we were herded into them, crammed in so tightly I could barely breathe. Silently the doors closed and we set off, coming to a halt on the twelfth floor. More people with clipboards guarded the corridor and slowly we were sent through different doors to find out just what our fate was.
"Name?" I was asked for the tenth time.
"Katy Evans."
"In here."
A door swung open and I was ushered inside.
"Welcome!"
I was shocked to see the host of the Desperation Games standing there, grinning at me from an armchair. A bank of TV cameras facing me blinked into life.
"Katy Evans, you are one of the lucky ones. We're trying out something new this year. No training, no rehearsals, just straight on with the show. Are you brave enough?"
I managed to nod, hardly able to believe it had happened so quickly.
"Well come and sit with me. After all, you're live on air right now!"
I felt a shiver of fear run through me as I made my way to the spare armchair. I'd seen this set so many times at home, it felt surreal finally being here. On the table between us was a huge crystal jug of water.
"You know who I am of course, don't you Katy?"
"Erm, yes. You're Augustus Winters."
He threw his head back and laughed. "That's right. And you're Katy Evans, two years out of university, unemployed and desperate to win some cash!"
He beamed a huge grin at the camera before pouring me out a massive glass of water. I took it from him as he continued talking. "Get it down you Katy. The show starts in five minutes just next door."
I drank the contents of the glass before he poured me out a second. Once the glass was empty he refilled it again. The third glass was harder to finish but at last I managed it. Feeling uncomfortably bloated I was helped through a door into an enormous wall of sound and light.
The studio audience were all there, screaming and cheering as I walked on. The host seemed to have run ahead of me, waiting beside a line up of women, all squirming on the spot under the glare of the lights.
"Well, here they all are," Augustus yelled. "What do you think of them all?"
I looked to my right at my fellow contestants. They were a range of ages. The youngest looked barely out of college, then there were two or three around my age, one in her forties and two who looked 50 or 60 maybe. I knew then that maybe I did have a chance to win. Although the amount of water in my system was building, I didn't feel as if I was bursting just yet, unlike the others who looked as if they were about to wet themselves already.
The youngest contestant had her hands between her legs, her face bright red. The older women looked decidedly uncomfortable too, although they were trying harder to hide it from the screaming audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Augustus said, quietening down the huge crowd. "Welcome to the 17th annual Desperation Games!"
Once the cheering had died down again, he continued. "Things are being shaken up this year. After the 'issues' last year, we're making sure nobody can cheat. So ladies, first things first. Strip off your clothes."
We all looked at each other. This had come as a shock. I mean we were all here to be humiliated but was this a step too far? One of the contestants shook her head at that point and walked away, ignoring the jeers from the audience. The rest of us weren't going anywhere. We all needed the money.
The girl next to me started first, pulling her tee shirt over her head and beginning to unhook her bra. I followed, embarrassed but not willing to lose my chance for the big money. Besides, I had a good looking body. I undid the buttons of my blouse, laying it down beside me before pulling my bra off. My breasts swung free and my nipples began to harden in the coolness of the air conditioning blasting out above us. I slid my skirt down with my panties and stepped out of them, leaving me in just my heels.
I looked round me at the other women. We were quite a variety of shapes and sizes. Huge boobs and almost flat chests mingled, bushy pubic hair and totally shaved and everything in-between. The girl next to me had her hands between her bare legs again as Augustus needlessly explained the rules to the audience. It was pretty simple really. Whoever lasted the longest without wetting themselves would win the big prize. Sometimes the contest was over in less than an hour, other times it went on all day. The longest show had taken nearly two full days but that had been years ago. I knew I could last at least twelve hours between peeing but with my bladder this full, I didn't think I'd last anywhere near that long now. My only desire was to outlast the other contestants.
"Time for the first game," Augustus said as he walked down the row of naked women before spinning to face the crowd. "Bring out the treadmills."
Hope you liked chapter 1! Let me know what you think.
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Here's chapter 2 for those who've enjoyed the beginning. Things are getting wetter! Chapter 2 - Treadmill to the ToiletI stood gripping the handles of my treadmill and began slowly walking. Fully automated, they were designed to gradually pick up speed until eventually we'd all be sprinting as fast as we could. They would only switch off when one of us wet ourselves. I just hoped it wouldn't be me. I'd hate to have gotten naked for nothing.
As I took slow strides I stared at the bank of monitors placed in front of us. It was like looking into mirrors as we all had perfect views of each other. The audience were watching silently too on the giant screens, waiting to see what would happen next, who'd be the first to lose it.
Each monitor had a small picture in picture in the lower corner, focussed on the pussy of us contestants.
It felt quite strange seeing a close up of my own hairless labia, especially knowing millions of eyes at home would be watching it two, bets being exchanged, comments being made, freeze frames being prepared for tomorrow's papers.
I could feel the water inside me starting to slosh around as the treadmill picked up speed. I was striding along now, my boobs starting to bounce as I gripped the handle tighter. I hadn't realised how much I needed to go before but now I was becoming desperate, feeling a pressure within my bladder as it warned me it was close to overflowing.
"Time to speed things along," Augustus shouted as glamorous assistants handed us all a tall glass of water. "Drink it down ladies, it's thirsty work exercising like this."
I could hear the others moaning but we all knew the score. If we didn't drink, we'd be thrown off the show. I downed my water quickly and gasped, a sudden shudder of cold running through my body as it protested at the extra fluid I was pouring inside. To distract myself I stared at the monitors, looking to see who I thought might go first.
The teenager might be next. I stared at her body as she walked. She was struggling to keep going as she had her thighs clamped together and was visibly wriggling from side to side, muttering under her breath.
"How you feeling Jennifer?" the host asked her, holding out his microphone. "You look a bit flustered."
"I'm fine," she managed to grimace. "Just don't distract me. God, I need to piss so bad right now."
The audience laughed at the prospect as the host moved along the line. The shot of the girl's crotch, her hand rubbing against her labia made my heart race. I felt a tingle of excitement as I saw her clit briefly exposed before she clamped down on her fist once more. Although I'm not into women in that way, the sight of her perfectly formed pussy was still enough to arouse me. At least it distracted me from my desperation.
"How about you Marie?" he asked the old woman next to Jennifer. She looked as if she might keel over, her cheeks were flushed and sweat coated her brow. Her taut muscular body suggested a lifetime of exercise but now she was struggling. Maybe it was her oversized boobs, swinging as she walked. Perhaps her bladder control wasn't as strong anymore. Her dark pubic hair hid her pussy but as she strode, the camera managed to get glimpses of the large lips hidden beneath it.
"I'm all right thank you," she replied politely, managing a smile as the pace picked up again and we all started jogging. "Oh no, I can't run. Not at my age."
She nearly tripped but somehow kept going, the view of her labia showed a tiny glistening. "Is that sweat or pee?" Augustus asked, leaning forward and stroking her pussy with his finger before licking it. "Neither," he shouted. "It's sweeter than both." Marie blushed deeply as he rubbed her again, she let out a tiny gasp and stumbled from the side of the treadmill, standing panting, her chest heaving. This wasn't unusual. Augustus would often tease the contestants, try to hurry things along.
As I began to run faster, feeling the stabbing pain from my overfilled bladder, I kept looking at the monitor. Augustus began to kiss Marie's neck, long lingering caresses that made her moan with arousal. I was just glad he wasn't doing it to me. I knew an orgasm would empty the pee from me in seconds.
Marie spread her legs slightly as she stood there, Augustus slipping a finger down between her sweat coated breasts, lower to her belly button, pushing her distended bladder with the flat of his hand before sliding it over her pubic hair to her clit. She gasped loudly, her mouth open as he slid his experienced hand over her pussy, teasing and tormenting her in equal measure. When he nudged two fingers up into her he began kissing her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth as the audience watched in rapt silence. It wasn't easy to watch as I ran, my own sense of desperation making me wince.
I crammed a hand between my legs, pressing it to my urethra to help hold in my pee as Marie was gently finger fucked in front of us all. Another few minutes passed and Augustus never sped up, just kept the same rhythm throughout until Marie whispered "oh god," and began to shudder, her body turning rigid as she reached a powerful climax, her neck tilted back as Augustus kissed it softly. She seemed to shake all over as she came, grabbing his arm and holding his hand inside her as suddenly I saw a gush of piss spurt out of her. It coated the host's arm and ran down Marie's legs, forming a widening pool on the studio floor.
It seemed to keep going forever and it was torture for the rest of us to watch, the smell of fresh pee filling the air and making us our need to relieve ourselves all the more urgent. The only positive was that as soon as Marie started peeing, the treadmills slowed to a halt and we all stood panting and sweating, squirming on the spot as we watched our chances of winning get that little bit stronger.
Marie finally stopped peeing and was then helped off the stage, her legs wobbling from the aftermath of her orgasm. Augustus wiped his arm with a towel as he turned to the crowd. "Time for round two!"
Hope you liked chapter 2!
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Flying at P level
Hermione was looking forward to today's lessons. Now in her third year at Hogwarts she and the other girls in her class were off with Miss McGonagall for advance flying lessons which she had heard older students talking about as "flying at P level" but they refused to tell her what they meant and simply looked knowingly at each other. Her immediate reaction was to go to the Library to look up what they were talking about, but the books all had some sort of spell on them so that they all said "you will know when you will know".
Flying had not been too easy for her at the start. She thought back to the first time the class had assembled on the lawn for a lesson. In that first year the boys and girls had both been together and she remembered the times just about everyone fell off their broom at the start - just a few feet above the ground. There had been lots of laughs and quite a few interested looks from the boys as the girls fell showing their knickers to the world.
Hermione particularly remembered the laughs - most girls simply wore tight, fairly small, pastel knickers but when she fell everyone saw that she was wearing old fashioned navy blue regulation school knickers - as soon as she knew she was going to boarding school her mother refused to buy anything else, "you need to keep yourself warm" she repeated. The boys all laughed at these - well all except for Ron who's jaw dropped and his eyes remained glued on them whilst she tried to get up. She later had caught him trying to see up her skirt on several occasions. When shopping before the next term she was looking around the Witches Boo-tique and spotted some really old style black panties - "Witches britches" - and not knowing the class would be segregated she bought a pair to wear over her navy blue's in case she fell off again - she could at least then claim she was dressed as a witch should be!
After those early lessons the class was split with the boys in the morning and the girls in the afternoon. In the second year they had concentrated on executing turns, swooping down close to the ground (and occasionally into it!) but generally moving from having to think about every move and channel their magic to suit to the stage where they controlled the flow of magic and guided their broom subconsciously, it became the same as walking.
Today they had been told they were to test their abilities to climb to new heights - whilst they had been allowed up to a few hundred feet above the ground they all knew that other witches could fly much higher - especially if they wanted to avoid being detected. They had been warned to put on an extra layer of clothing to keep warm and when looking for an extra vest she spotted her witches britches and decided to wear them over her regulation knickers for extra warmth.
They took off from the lawn but under instructions to land by the lake for a full briefing. When they got there Miss McGonagall was very serious as she gave out instructions - "we will be flying up to great heights to help you gain skills and to learn how to use cloud cover to hide so people on the ground will not see you. You will also learn about the effects of high flight."
"Because of the risks I will be using a special spell that will bind you to your brooms so that you cannot fall off - even if you lose control or feint the broom will hold to you and we can then get you down safely" - "Sit on your brooms girls" - She then spoke several words that they did not understand - but Hermione felt a slight but pleasant tingle between her legs as the broom stick pushed up into her pussy.
McGonagall spoke again - "we will do this all together - I will fly up a few hundred feet and I want you then follow me one at a time - in alphabetical order" -"When you get to the new level you are to do one medium circle on the level and then one loop up and over to a height of 50 years above the base level" - " When we are all together we will repeat the process." "I will decide when we are high enough and then we will come back down one level at a time - do you understand? She spoke very sternly and from the look in her eyes it was clear that anyone you did not obey would be in very deep trouble - "Yes Miss" came the reply.
The girls watched as Miss McGonagall few up from the ground and waited at the first level and one by one they followed, circled and looped. With her surname beginning with a G, Hermione only had two girls in front of her and she smoothly took off and flew up to the new level - but when she did so the surge of power through the broom made her pussy tingle again - the binding spell must somehow have linked her body (or at least that part of it) with the broom - and it was nice. She completed the circle on the level easily but when she started on the loop the additional short surge of power again made her tingle and she unconsciously moved to rub her herself on the handle resulting in a wobble as she flew the loop - which was not normal for her.
As she sat waiting for the others she noticed that several of the class seemed to have a bit of a wobble doing their loop and several appeared to have gone a bit red in the face. Hermione was really enjoying the feeling in and around her pussy - she was no stranger to such feelings, her fingers had explored that area at night for a couple of years producing similar feelings, but these ones today were stronger and more pleasurable than ever before - she realised she was getting impatient for the class to move to the next level so she could get another thrill!
Miss McGonagall watched with a slight smile on her lips as the last girl completed her loop, nothing the little wobble and the red cheeks as she came to level again. Of all of the classes she took each year this was one of her favourites - seeing the young girls develop their flying skills was good, but seeing them be awakened to the pleasures available to them was special - and in any case she was not that old and had included herself in the binding spell so she was enjoying her own tingles as well. She flew to the next level smiling a little more with her knickers' gusset getting slightly damp.
Hermione could hardly wait her turn to fly up to the new level - clearly the power of the magic to fly upwards got higher as they got further above the ground and the tingling was really strong as they moved - doing the loop required some hard acceleration which again resulted in a most pleasurable burst of tingles in her pussy.
As she sat on the level waiting for the others she could feel the gusset of her knickers against her and it felt damp, she reflected to herself that for once her thick navy blues were a really good choice. She wondered how some of the others were coping, she knew at least one girl who only wore thongs (and flashed herself at any boy she fancied!) - and chuckled to herself as she thought that girl would have a "pretty sticky stick" by now and the thought then came - would it would make her slide when she applied the magic power for the next flight upwards.
They flew on upwards several levels and Hermione got more and more pleasure for each flight she realised that her breasts were also feeling rather good and that her nipples were hard against the inside of her plain white bra. She saw that all the girls had red or pink faces and broad smiles by now - even Miss McGonagall appeared to have lost her customary frown and looked quite relaxed. Hermione watched the girl she knew was wearing a thong and almost burst out laughing when she saw the slide backwards, then forwards, along her broom handle during one of the loops - not that the girl seemed to care!
She lost count of the levels they had gone up but it must have been 10 or more when things changed. By now the tingling was a constant throb her breasts were hard and her nipples ready to burst. Hermione could hardly think of anything but the next ride upwards - or better still the burst of pleasure on the start of a loop. Lost in her own world she flew upwards at her turn focussed on the waves of pleasure in her pussy. As she reached the level a vague thought drifted through her mind that her knickers were feeling very wet - even the top of her legs felt wet. But she ignored the thought as she focussed totally on the loop she was to do next.
As she started into the loop the waves of pleasure built up until she shook as her first full orgasm hit her and she shook violently. Approaching the top of the loop she realised that she was very wet between her legs - then it dawned on her - she was wetting herself! As she flew up and over she felt her wee flow up her bum crack and our over the seat of her knickers and then as she came down the loop it flowed forward over her tummy towards her waist.
As she levelled out and waited for the others she was still shaking but realised she had totally wet her knickers -the thick material held her wee and she could feel all of her pussy, tummy and bum were soaking wet. The as she sat there she felt the wetness flow down the material of her witches britches inside legs to the band around the leg where it gathered and ran around, trapped by the elastic.
It all felt wonderful she felt warm inside and out - she had never felt so much pleasure before - she really wanted to rub her pussy through her wet knickers with her hand, but could not let go of the broomstick so she settled for rocking back and forth to keep the pleasure going.
Coming to she realised that Miss McGonagall had already dropped down to start the descend and it was her turn to fly down. Whilst going down was quicker than going up, it still took quite a time and part way down Hermione realised her wet knickers were starting to feel quite cold and the pleasure she had previously felt was rapidly going away. Sitting waiting for her turn she realised she still had quite a bit of wee left in her bladder so sneaking a look around to check no one was watching her she deliberately pushed out a big spurt re - wetting her knickers and britches - why worry she thought doing some more in them can't make any difference now.
Twice more she deliberately did it in her knickers as they slowly came down until her bladder was totally empty. The cotton material of knickers acted like a wick so they ended up all wet up to the top of the waist band elastic. The material of the witches britches however did not act like a wick and only the part directly soaked by her wee remained damp - but even that seemed to dry quickly.
They all landed together by the lake away from any other students. Miss McGonagall called them all to come close together forming a circle. Firstly she said the words to under the binding spell. "Well girls" she said "That has been your first initiation into the real joys of flying - You will have to remember the binding spell as it is never written down - it must never be told to boys, they must never know of its power. This version works on objects like your broom - when you are ready you will learn the extra words to do the same to anything living - this gives you great power over males - when you have sex you can say the words which will bind them to you until you have the pleasure you want - not the other way around!
Now you also know what is meant by flying at P level - or rather Pee level. I have never asked a male, but for us females when we reach a certain height we pee - no matter what you try to do to stop it."
Now - did we get high enough for all of you?". Hermione stood almost spell bound with shock as Miss McGonagall reached down and lifted up her long black skirt to reveal a pair of very long bright tartan bloomers - they had leg down to below her knees where elastic gathered the material to her legs. But that was not the shock - it was the huge wet patch that ran from just above her crotch down both legs - it glistened as the sun caught the wetness - Hermione gasped as she realised Miss McGonagall had also wet herself when flying!
"Right girls - time to check each of your knickers out - and no arguments - you have seen mine!" She pointed to each one in turn and the girl raised her skirt to show everyone how she had wet herself. When Hermione lifted her skirt Miss McGonagall looked and said "well Hermione, looks like you are ahead of the class as usual - when did you get your witches britches? - they are standard black and look like they are dry no matter what and that's why many of us wear them - but it look like you have knickers under them as well?" - "yes Miss" replied Hermione - "well pull down the britches so we can all see how wet you got - this is one time we will all remember but never talk to anyone about" said Miss McGonagall.
Hermione pulled the britches down so everyone could see her wet navy blue knickers - she was certainly wetter than the rest - she felt a little trickle of wee escape from the gusset and run down her right leg. "Good choice again Hermione!" said Miss McGonagall- "for those of you that find this really enjoyable good thick cotton knickers are the best!
The last girl in the circle did not move when it was her turn, she was the smallest in the class and had only just met the requirements for today's flight lesson. Miss McGonagall directed the girls either side to lift the girls skirt and as they did so she turned her back on the group which showed the reason for her reluctance - her sensible white knickers were not only soaked - but they were full where she had lost control and pooped in them. "O.K dear, don't worry" said Miss McGonagall - "you are just a little more sensitive to height than others - we will get you back for a shower without anyone else knowing". She then spoke to the rest "This will also happen to all of you - it just depends on your tolerance to height - I will leave it to the rest of you to find your tolerance on your own".
"It is the same for pee level flying - if you do not want wet knickers just stay below your own trigger level. But understand this does change as you get older - and those of you that have babies will be most affected, some poor mothers can barely get to 50 feet and keep their knickers dry". Suddenly Hermione remembered the pack of adult female disposable nappies she saw hidden at the back of Mrs Weasleys cupboard and that her skirt always looked puffed out when she flew - poor lady, she must really have suffered for all those children!
"End of class - shower time - for all of us!" said Miss McGonagall. Next week I will fly up very high so I don't lose any of you, but you can climb up slowly and find you own tolerance levels on your own.
Hermione felt a little shudder go through her body at the chance to have so much pleasure again - and in class - she realise while they had been talking that her bladder had partially refilled so she simply let go feeling that lovely warm sensation in her crotch again reminding her of the way her pussy tingles when flying up at P level.
Posted the story for you. I did what Supersanta said (minus the editing, but it seems fine without it).
This is a really great story, btw! I loved the prelude to the actual wetting! (: |
Criticism is welcomed. :)
Sasuke was never this nervous. It was just something about that annoying blonde that got to him. After their first meaning, Sasuke would have never expected things to end up like this: him and Naruto together on a date.
Though he outwardly shows great disdain for his annoying teammate, recently something has began to change. All of the outrageous mannerisms now seemed kind of cute. The obnoxiously orange jump-suit now seemed to suit his blonde hair and sapphire eyes. Sasuke quickly shook his head, he had fallen bad for the other.
Sasuke had managed to find an outfit that said, 'I'm not going to be a softie for you dobe' but also 'I kinda really like you and hope you can tell'. Just a pair of dark jeans with a belt and a light blue top.
After checking the time, he decided it was appropriate to leave now. He didn't want to be awkwardly early meeting up with Naruto, but he also didn't want to be late. He walked to the park he had invited Naruto to and saw the blonde coming to join him on a bench.
"Hey" he said calmly, trying to show his cool demeanor.
"Hi" replied Naruto. "Want some ice cream?" He asked
Sasuke nodded. "Plain vanilla."
Naruto came back with one plain vanilla cone and another cake batter cone covered in confetti colored sprinkles adorning it. Sasuke let out a soft chuckle at the ice cream, just the difference in appearance showed the difference in their personality.
Sasuke carefully licked his cone while holding it with a napkin, being sure not to make a mess. He turned to his right and saw ice cream covering Naruto's face already. He took a napkin and wiped it away before blushing slightly. Slightly embarrassed by his action. The blonde must really have a comforting effect on him.
Naruto just smiled cluelessly. He had tried switching up his outfit for the date as well. Some khaki shorts with a bright orange t-shirt still showing off his favorite color. The t-shirt now had a stain from his ice cream.
Sasuke smiled as he thought of how adorable and childish the blonde appeared and then grimaced realizing he was losing his edge.
Another glance told him that perhaps losing his edge wasn't so bad.
After both boys had finished their ice cream, they began walking around the park together. They enjoyed talking to each other. About ten minutes into their walk, Sasuke felt an odd pang from beneath his stomach. At first he didn't realize what the feeling was, but after receiving a water bottle from Naruto it dawned on him: he needed to pee.
This was nothing for Sasuke Uchiha though. He had been taught all his life to resist urges and never show physical distress or else it would bring shame to the Uchiha name. That was when Sasuke toughened up. However, it's hard to be tough against your bladder when your date is constantly sloshing his drink around you.
"Could we sit down for a minute?" Sasuke asked hoping to not sound suspicious. "Just to take in the scenery..together." He mumbled the last word. He thought that sitting would alleviate some of the pressure, but no such luck. He felt the blonde snuggle his head against Sasuke's shoulder so now he definitely couldn't move. Changing position so much would draw attention to himself and even someone as clueless as Naruto would catch on.
Unfortunately, it was hot outside and Sasuke needed to drink in order to stay hydrated. This also meant that each sip added to the already present desperation he was feeling. He must feel this way because he didn't pee before leaving the house. He assumed that an Uchiha wouldn't need to worry about something so trivial. But now, about forty-five minutes later, he was regretting his arrogance.
After a few minutes, despite his best efforts, Sasuke couldn't help but cross his ankles. It provided little relief but it helped him hide his need. He looked down at Naruto and sighed happily. It turned out the other hadn't noticed the slight movement.
After a few more sips from his bottle, Sasuke's need had increased. He quickly glanced around for a toilet but immediately stopped himself. He wouldn't need to pee that badly. His namesake proved that he could certainly hold it. But what if he can't?
The pressure slowly began to mount as he sat on the bench. He couldn't help it and squirmed very slightly. This didn't go by unnoticed by Naruto though.
"What's wrong?" He asked the dark-haired boy.
"Nothing." Sasuke responded quickly. Almost too quickly. He needed to go <I>now</I>. The level of urgency worried the Uchiha. He had never been in this dire of a situation before. Sure everyone's gone on some uncomfortable road trips or too long of after school detention but he had never been so surprisingly desperate.
Naruto kept looking up at Sasuke and moved from his shoulder. Wiggling wasn't something he was known for. This was quite weird. Something just has to be wrong. "I know it isn't 'nothing'."
Sasuke chewed his lip and mentally debated telling his date. Maybe Naruto could help him find a much needed toilet. Or maybe Naruto would lose respect for him.
The cons seemed to outweigh the pros so he continued to ignore Naruto and attempted to change the conversation topic. His leg began to bounce without him noticing from his need. His date noticed this and looked at him once again with confusion in his eyes. "You seem antsy. Do you need to do something?"
Oh, how desperately he needed to do something. Sasuke was now regretting his choice in wardrobe with the belt. His hands gravitated towards it and fiddled with the buckle. He couldn't just loosen it or then it would make it obvious to Naruto what was wrong.
Sasuke's eyes frantically searched the park for a toilet now shoving aside his Uchiha pride. Naruto put a hand on his shoulder and stared Sasuke in his eyes. "You have to tell me what's wrong." He said with a stern facial expression.
"I just need to..." He trailed off hoping he could get away with not vocalizing everything to Naruto but he could still understand.
"Need to what?" Naruto didn't understand.
Sasuke rubbed his bladder in an attempt to show the problem.
"Oh." His face grew red. Now all of the jittery movements made sense but he was still in awe. The most courageous and cool guy in Konoha is not reduced to a squirming mess all because he needs to pee.
"Well, why don't you just go?" He continued.
"There aren't any toilets around. I looked" he mumbled feeling extremely uncomfortable about everything at the moment.
"Oh, want to end our date then so that you can go home and...ya' know..." Naruto asked. Sasuke shook his head, he was really enjoying this close time and didn't want to stop.
"Well I have another option, but I doubt you'll like it."
"I'll do it, whatever it is." Sasuke replied eagerly.
"Maybe you could finish drinking your water bottle since it's big and already close to empty. Then use it to pee in. I'll shield you."
The idea embarrassed Sasuke, but it was a lot better than wetting his pants. He nodded. They went to a corner in the park and Naruto turned around. Sasuke sealed the last few drops of water from his bottle. He then unscrewed the top, pulled down his pants, and let loose an inner hose. Naruto's eyes grew wide at the sound and he was shocked. Sasuke's bladder must've gone through hell. Did he neglect such a strong need just to not leave Naruto's side? This made him smile.
As the bottle filled, Sasuke sighed both in relief and frustration. The bottle was only temporary he knew but at least it was manageable now. He pulled back up his underwear, his his pants, and then redid his belt on a looser buckle.
"Thanks" he said awkwardly after turning back around to his date.
"I think going home would be best for you right now considering your..situation." He gave the Uchiha a hug and a peck on the cheek before leaving. Once Naruto left, Sasuke quickly walked home to reach his toilet.
Sasuke had hoped for a memorable date, and that it was. |
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