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It was Courtney's first day as a counselor in training. She and others were assigned groups of kids to watch over. Courtney had studied the most about what would be required from a counselor in training. All seemed to make sense, except one requirement. Not wanting to discuss it during a meeting, she confronted the head counselor alone.
"What is the purpose of this?" asked Courtney, showing the head counselor the requirement listed. The head counselor, a girl a few years older than Courtney, read, "Helping your cabin mates assigned to you go to the bathroom safely outside." "I don't see the point of it," said Courtney. "You have a responsibility to help the kids assigned to you in every way possible," said the head counselor. "You will be leading your assigned cabin on walks in the woods. You will not find many bathrooms along the way. Some may not be familiar with going outside. It is the sign of a good leader and counselor in training to aid those in need, which includes showing them plants safe to come in contact with."
From the look on Courtney's face, the head counselor said, "You've never been in that kind of situation before, have you?" "I've always planned ahead on such walks to prevent such a thing happening," said Courtney. "It is a requirement," said the head counselor. "If you're not familiar, you can ask for help. There is nothing wrong for a good leader to ask for help." "Fine," said Courtney. "I need help with all of it." "I would be glad to help," said the head counselor.
Later, she led Courtney into the woods and instructed what to do. Pointing out spots that could be used, she showed Courtney how assume a normal position, pulling their clothes to their knees, and letting their urine flow. Courtney followed reluctantly, but still managed to properly pee outside. Then the head counselor showed her how to wipe with leaves that were safe. Then Courtney repeated everything she was told correctly. The head counselor was pleased. "Just remember that and you'll do fine."
Soon afterwards, Courtney was instructed to lead her group of kids through the woods. Soon, some of the girls asked for a bathroom break. "You're in luck," said Courtney. "I am a expert at going in the woods. It's one of the things that makes me a great counselor in training and since I'm so nice, I'd glad to show you my technique." She took one of the girls to a tree and began to instruct her how to remove her lower clothing and squat on the ground.
Suddenly, some of the girls noticed one of their own, Mary, peeing while standing. As Courtney tried to give instructions to the girl she was with, she noticed the others going to Mary and wanting to learn being able to pee standing. "Are you listening to me?" shouted Courtney, as every girl assumed a standing position, helped by Mary. "I'm the one teaching you!" said Courtney. "I am a counselor in training!" None of the girls seemed interested in learning Courtney's way. Courtney didn't enjoy the rest of the walk. She spent the time trying to find a way to show the kids she was a leader.
Later, Courtney thought, "If these girls want to pee standing, I'll just learn myself and show them. "I'll be better than all of them." She found out it wasn't so easy. She could not control the stream like Mary did and kept getting urine on her clothes. "Courtney?" asked the head counselor, walking by. "Trying other methods that might help your team in the woods?" "One of my kids can do it," said Courtney. "I want to be better at it than them to show I'm a better leader." The head counselor and Courtney agreed to pee normally together. As they peed, the head counselor said, "There's more to being a good leader than being better than everyone."
"If they can stand and I can't, how does that make me a good leader?" asked Courtney. "First, I'll give you another group to work with," said the head counselor. "When you take them into the woods, you can show them how to pee standing." "But I can't stand like that," said Courtney. "Exactly my point," said the head counselor. "If you can just give them guidance, they will be glad you're leading them. In the meantime, why don't you ask one of your girls to teach you? I have said it before, nothing is wrong with asking for help even if you are a leader."
Later, Courtney met up with Mary. "That was a nice trick in the woods," said Courtney. "Can you teach me?" "Me?" asked Mary. "A 10-year old teaching someone your age?" "You're never too young to teach or learn," said Courtney. "I will be honored to help a counselor," said Mary. Courtney wasn't used to following instructions from someone younger, but she was determined to follow through. Following Mary's lead, Courtney pulled her shorts and underwear to her knees then hold herself in a certain way.
Courtney's peeing while standing improved with Mary's teaching. Now Courtney could control her stream a lot longer, even hit a certain spot on a tree with accuracy. "You're getting good," said Mary. "Just keep practicing and you'll master it soon." The next day, Courtney took another group of girls into the woods. When some needed to go the bathroom, Courtney said, "I can teach you how to stand. It can be more easy than peeing like a normal girl when you get the hang of it."
The girls eagerly agreed. Courtney repeated Mary's teaching to the other girls. Soon all of them managed to pee standing. It wasn't perfect, but it was a good first attempt for many of them. "Just keep practicing and you'll get it soon," said Courtney. The girls thanked her and said they were glad to have her leading them in things from being in the woods to peeing in different ways. Courtney finished by showing them what plants they can safely come into contact with.
Courtney told the head counselor what happened. The head counselor said, "You're on your way to becoming a good leader. Now, would you like to teach me what you know about standing?" Mary was nearby. At the head counselor's words, Mary came up and asked, "Can you teach me to go to the bathroom in a normal way for girls?" "In that case," said the head counselor, "why don't you gather the other girls and teach them as well?" Courtney did so and led the head counselor and all the girls in a session of peeing normally, then standing. Courtney found herself having fun peeing with everyone. She didn't seem to mind Mary was still better at peeing while standing. Seeing Courtney having fun with the girls, the head counselor told Courtney, "You'll make a fine counselor in training. Having fun and interacting with your group is also the sign of a great leader as well." |
So now he looked at the clock, more to the point he didn't want to be there. Maybe he could sneak out the door while everyone was paying
attention to Mr. Cress's (The school principle.) mustache wiggle as he talked his all too boring drivel. Nah, too high profile, all it would take is on pair of wondering eyes to catch him getting out of his seat and then he'd be busted. Maybe he could just run? If he was fast enough he could get through the door before they even saw who it was disrupting the assembly. Still no good! If somebody caught a glimpse of both his tails whipping past the closing door it would be pretty obvious it was him, Tails was pretty damn sure no one else in the school had two tails.
He now watched the clock, 10:38am, this guy had been rattling on about how the graffiti on the wall, which was outside the gate where you
entered the building and ran past to go home, was "Highly unacceptable". And for the past one and a half hours all he could think about was how
"Highly unacceptable" it was to keep a twelve year old from using the bathrooms. He would only be a minute, if that! Twice he had tried to
excuse himself from the hall but had been told to sit back down immediately. Had he told them of the predicament he was in? No, it was
embarrassing. Have you tried to ask for the bathroom in front of several hundred other students which include your classmates, peers, best friends? Not easy. So he sat back in his place after jostling his belt down to keep it from putting unnecessary pressure upon his bladder which was already like a ball of lead in his lower tummy.
Tails's legs kicked back and forth in time with the seconds of the clock, they hovered half a foot above the gym's shiny floor. This was mostly from the discomfort his bladder was causing him. It wouldn't have been so bad if he was wearing sweats instead of his black denim shorts which
hung loosely over his knees, the belt kept finding its way back up to his tummy when ever he shuffled to get comfortable he'd then tug it
back down again. Oh if only he could just squeeze his legs together, he could if no one was looking. Left, then right. Coast was clearer
than a desert's night sky he took his hands out the pockets of his gray hoodie and placed them on the sides of the seat firmly for balance and with
no effort at all he managed to tightly clasp his legs together resulting in some relief. For now.
*
Another half hour and he was squirming, aching, chafing. His bladder was on the verge of giving way and letting loose a hot yellow cannon into Tails's underwear. But he still had some strength, strength enough to go on but he was dwindling. A quick cross of the legs and without even noticing he had the tip of his penis between his finger and thumb in a painful, but effective, lock. He had had a few sideway glances
and some taunts from the row behind him.
"Hey, do you have to peeeeee?"
"Gee I'm thirsty, wanna drink Tails?"
A drop of sweat ran down his furry cheek, his teeth were clenched in utter desperation and embarrassment. He noticed everybody was leaving the hall. This was his chance, his opportunity, all he had to do was get up and go, then he could pull down his flies and piss, piss a stream so forceful it would make a hissing noise, much like the one coming from under his seat right now, there was a lot of warmth and he now felt wet.
"Sh- no!"
It was too late he had started where he ended and finished where he begun. The relief caused him to go cross eyed as he drifted into his own world where there were too many bathrooms to choose from and he was sitting with his shorts and y-fronts around his ankles on the shiniest one; wetting loudly and care free he was. The reality of the situation was his shorts were still round his waist, his y-fronts were soaked and his trainers had become two cups of yellow liquid. Rewinding slightly the urine puddle had started to creep slowly out from underneath Tails rather quickly, passing his furry butt and thighs drenching his ball sack which now dripped. It had then tipped over the edge of the seat, looking like yellow waterfalls as it did, if one was to look underneath the seat that was, which no one had.. As Tails relaxed deeper into his seat, causing the back of his jumper to dip into the puddle on his plastic seat, there was a quiet splat as his trainers landed in a pool of body temperature liquid. More urine passed through the leg holes in his shorts like two blood vessels.
*
A passing student thought it weird when Tails didn't get out of his seat to leave, in fact it looked as though he was getting settled there but he was
raring to go earlier and now... he walked closer. There was a weird sound, like spilling water and a sweet smell but not pleasant by any means.HeHe Watched him slide down his seat like a rag-doll and as he reached out to stop him falling right on his ass, he saw it.What he saw set him off laughing.
"Hey, hey everybody, Miles just pissed his pants!"
*
He was warm and carefree, in a trance like state. His hands flopped to his sides useless for now. He shed a tear of relief (He'd really be crying soon.) through his closed eye. His legs were like jelly, his thighs chafed from all the holding from his hands and crossing of his legs, his shoes made a squelching sound as he settled them on the floor. And all at once he fell off his seat and snapped out of trance, he'd been pushed from behind and sent flying butt first into the pile of his still warm urine, it made a wet plop as he collided with it.
"Pahahahah, look at the baby sitting in his own mess!"
A small kid with a squeaky voice was making a sound like a dying seal, a big guy next to him gave a hearty and contagious laugh. Tails looked up wide eyed in confusion and he tried to get to his feet only to be tripped back into his puddle hands and chest first by a big bully twice, perhaps three times his own size. His jumper, his gloves, now stained in piss were now ruined like his shorts and underwear.
"Sit back down baby."
He came back to himself and added it all together, it was clear he hadn't made it to the toilet and now he laid embarrassed in a pool of his own shame. He was also angry, furious he'd turn around get up and give this kid a piece of his goddamn mind, yes he would, he tried to get back up again but was kicked to the ground again by a size 10 boot.
"What did I just say?"
He fell on his back this time and starred not only at the bully but at least four dozen other laughing kids' eyes. He choked on his own spittle, the lump in his throat swelled and he began to cry.
"Hahahaha, look he's crying!"
He wasn't crying, he was sobbing his heart out, the back of his head now lay on the driest patch of ground available and shamefully he started to urinate again, this time out of fear. Hotly spilling down the fox's orange fur and staining the denim of his shorts the piss met the ground with a flourish of drips. Then the bully said something that struck terror in his chest like a cold knife.
"Who wants to see me take his pants?"
There was a roar of laughter and then a chorus of:
"DO IT! DO IT!"
Very faintly you could here the disapproving voices of those who wanted to help but were either being held back by the crowd or too chicken shit to stand up to this guy, this menace to society. Tails jumped at the word take as what he would say after that was predictable, with his jumper sleeves pulled over his hands for grip on the wet floors' surface he managed to push himself up to his feet. He fell over once more into a pit of despair after his trainers slid back in a lack of converse with the ground, he tried to scramble to his feet once more only to be stopped and dragged back by three kids, the biggest now in the middle.
"Hold his arms!"
The other kids followed without being told twice, they were laughing at him, everyone was laughing at him, their faces creased into terrible grins feeding on his misery, his pain, he tried to free his hands only to find out the futility of his situation. Their grip was tight, he wasn't going anywhere but one pair of pants lighter. As a last resort he kicked and flailed his leg in the air hoping a teacher would see but they did not. Where the hell were these teachers? His belt was being groped at.
"NO, please stop... I'll do anything but this, p-please."
The bully gave a hoarse laugh, his throat was dry, he was enjoying this, the reaction from the crowd that was.
"No way tinkle, toes, Tails. Can't let down a crowd of this size."
Whoosh. In one swift movement his belt was gone, in his hands it remained before tossing it into the audience. Tails's butt now dipped back into the puddle of urine, his muscles too tired to support him anymore he could only watch as the big guy placed his hands menacingly over the waist of his shorts and yanked them over his thighs, he instinctively went to move his arms back over his crotch but remembered about the two assistants close at hand. The shorts came over his wet trainers with ease, like a wet piece of black cloth they waved in the air with excess piss dripping everywhere, a flush of embarrassment followed by a thick scarlet blush across Tails's cheeks showed everything the audience wanted to see. Some of them lost interest or started to take pity and walked away, the bully needed new material to keep his fans entertained, but what? The underwear!
"Don't go nowhere folks, the shows just begun we will now be taking a trip down commando lane..."
Some completely lost interest at this and walked off in disgust, one female at the back looked terribly worried and barged past the crowd with all
of her might and grabbed the dripping shorts with a shaking hands, it was shaking alright, shaking with fury.
"Hey! Leave that poor kid alone!"
She kicked the bully hard in the butt, not the most painful place to be kicked but her shoes were damn hard, hard enough to leave bruises.
"Ouch, what the hell? Hey, sugar-tits what's your problem?"
She only grew madder at this retort.
"Problem? My fucking problem Larry is this you sexist pig!"
She shoved the shorts close enough into the bully's face, who's name turned out to be Larry, that he could smell the ammonia but only for a second as she then threw them back to a dazed, confused and a now very thankful fox.
"Let go of him you jerks, go on."
She had eyes like a tiger and the rage of one too they took off without second thought nor look, Larry stood his ground.
"Look hot stuff, you're gonna tell me who to bother and who not to bother, when you're off talking shit about some of your best friends behind their back? You aren't perfect yourself princess."
She slapped him, this was no soap opera "Oh I'm sorry if I hit you too hard that take." slap. This was hard and she wasn't a weak person by no
means, it hurt more than the kick did that was for sure.
"Ahh, why you..."
Tails had clambered onto his back and held him in a choke hold, Larry had his fist raised about to show this girl what in his opinion was her place,
if there was one thing Tails couldn't stand it was violence against a female made by a man and somehow in a series of maybe five seconds he had
pulled his clothes back on leaped five feet into the air with a little help from his tails and wrapped his soggy, sleeved arms around the tub of lards
greasy neck.
"D-don't you even dare, you pig!"
He couldn't breathe, he couldn't fucking breathe, Larry's arms reached for Tails's but the little fuzz ball was too strong for him in this state. In desperation he used his own weight (god knew there was a lot of it for a thirteen year old) to fight back but still Tails would not let go. Now down on his knees, Tails' grip only got tighter and tighter, larry's face began to turn blue.
"Stop Tails..."
There was too much blood pumping inside Tails's ears at first to catch what she had said at first, too much adrenaline to care at all.
"You filthy, disgusting..."
"TAILS FOR CHRIST SAKE YOU'LL KILL HIM!"
Larry's eyes had almost disappeared behind the skin of those pasty white lids of his, a tell tale sign of sliding into unconsciousness. Seconds too early however Tails unhinged his arms and he inhaled deeply for the oxygen he so craved and that in his own opinion he deserved. He lay panting for the best part of thirty seconds, Tails got up to his feet and dusted himself off, it was a good thing he was in shape he'd caught his breath back in no time.
"I'll, g-get you pee breath..."
His voice was nothing but a whisper but it carried.
"You're dea-"
The girl had heard enough out of him for one day, she lifted her right knee to her chest and brought back down her size five foot onto his chubby
cheek.
"Nice talking to ya' but we've gotta run..."
She grabbed Tails' arm and the weight almost sent his butt tumbling back to the floor but with years of practice comes results and he regained his
balance with ease. The girl ran laughing heartily losing her breath dragging the still dazed Tails with her, they came to a slow at the end of the corridor and took a left towards the bathroom once entered they both stood with their back to it an instant barricade from the bully, she now laughed her head off with her crown pushed back against the door and she slid down onto her back side. Tails picked up on her energy and laughed with her, his laugh only made her grin wider, it was a warm laugh that reminded her of her little brother almost but with a little more colour to it.
"That was fun..."
She had finally managed in between giggles. Tails had made his way down to her level and rested his head on the cool door.
"Th-..."
He hesitated but she knew what was coming.
"You're welcome."
"But... Why?"
This question seemed quite hard to answer. Was it because she felt sympathetic? Empathetic? She had only used to watch when Larry bullied past students into giving lunch money, submission, embarrassment, she even laughed on occasion. So why?
"That's a very good question..."
"I don't care why you did it, I could never have come back to this place if most of the school saw my..."
He couldn't finish it, that word seemed to foreign and distant to him at this part of life, not embarrassing. What was embarrassing though was the fact that he was not only in his piss sodden shorts sitting with a girl he now had the slightest of crushes on but he had them on back to front with nobelt. There was an awkward silence that rang out in the room.
"You think he'll come after us?"
She chuckled, she though of how they'd left him, out of breath and in pain and how he'd look now, bruised and crying in the nurses office, he was
a crier after all, she'd known that when they broke up, he was probably bawling right now.
"After that? That guy's a big baby, he'd cry over spilled milk."
They both laughed after this, their eyes met momentarily but they shied away. Tails secretly wondered if she'd thought he was baby when she'd seen him cry, if she had at all.
"Look I'm sorry uhm... What's your name?"
She giggled.
"Robin."
"Robin. Thank you ,ever so much, thank you, I can't thank you enough."
Tails now looked into those green eyes, pure emerald green ones that complimented his deep ocean blues.
"I should really head home and uhh... And uhh... Jeeze Robin do I even need to say it? I freaking pissed my pants back there and I still have one
big problem to deal with here..."
She looked down at Tails's pants and laughed at how they were on the wrong way round, he blushed and scratched the back of his neck in furiou
furious shame.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to... I have some unisex overalls in my locker for emergencies, you never know when you're going to need-"
He could kiss her at this, and he had in his mind he gave her one big hug instead and thanked her over and over and over.
"Take it easy, I'll fetch 'em. You wait here cutie."
He felt happy and sad at the same time. "Cutie"? What did that mean, attractive cute? Teddy bear cute? God he was happy as hell, he was
scared as he'd ever been, all these feelings all at once, he could have sworn he'd peed again at one point but luckily he hadn't.
*
The overalls fit perfectly, a little tight when he sat but otherwise great. His piss soaked clothes stuffed in Tails's pack swelled it up and irritated the
small of his back.
"So I'll see you around."
He felt silly standing there in her clothes, feeling the legs of the trousers sway at his ankles.
"Thanks again."
"I hope to see you back here tomorrow, don't let any of this bring you down, besides... I like you."
This had only slipped out, she gawped at him and slapped her hand over her mouth and blushed like a beetroot. Tails stood there and shock and
mumbled a small goodbye, blushing as he did, turned around on his heels and slid away nonchalant like. As he slipped away Robin and Tails thought the exact same thought as if they were connected by telepathy.
"I'm such an idiot..."
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Warning: this is a doctor/patient story. There are no sexual scenes in this.
She sat in the exam room. She was instructed to drink one liter of water a few hours before the appointment and to not urinate after she started drinking. She made sure to pee prior to that. She felt some pressure in her bladder area but not bad. The tight jeans though weren't helping the feeling. She wondered if the doctor would allow her to pee just a little to relieve some pressure. She was just about to go to the door to ask when a pretty nurse entered the room.
"Hi there. How are you feeling?"
"I...have to go."
"Good. That's what the doctor will want to hear. Okay i am going to get your vitals first. Thank you for filling out the health information. I promise you the doctor is very sweet. A rather good looking guy I must say. Many girls haven't lasted very long with their full bladders... they sometimes pee themselves when he enters the room or starts examining them."
She blushed.
"Just be sure to hold it."
She nodded. The nurse took her blood pressure and temperature and wrote it down on a chart. She got her height and weight. When she was instructed to stand up tall the nurse noticed her squeezing her legs together. She was handed a cloth gown which wasn't very long. She was given a blanket to cover her legs.
"The doctor will be with you shortly."
She undressed quickly after the door closed. she felt so nervous. The cold tile floor made her bladder urge intensify for a few moments before she put on the gown and hopped up onto the table. The blanket covering her legs. She crossed her legs. It had been three hours since she had peed and the liquid she drank seemed to be rushing through her body, She could just imagine it like a dam filling up. The chilliness of the room didn't help either. There was a tap on the door. The male doctor entered wearing a white lab coat and a white t shirt underneath and black pants.
"Hi there nice to meet you," he said sweetly. His eyes were chocolate golden brown. His body looked like he worked out at the gym. She was speechless. She closed her eyes.
'Shit...he's hot. don't wet... seriously don't embarrass yourself in front of him... I must be dreaming.' She sighed a little. He shook her hand and mentioned his name. She was so in awe that the name didn't register she just smiled up at him and blushed. The warmth of his hand sending shivers down her spine which was the last thing her full bladder needed. She closed her legs tightly.
"You must be feeling pretty full now I imagine."
She nodded quickly.
"Okay I am going to do some measurements then I will let you rest on the table while I observe you for a hour. During that time i want you to hold it then I will come in and do a ultra sound on your kidneys. I will have you hold another half hour which at that time we can start the emptying process. You'll see on the exam table is a cotton mat inside are sensors that will detect if you have started to pee on it which at that time the test will be over. If you simply can't hold it and start to pee that is alright. I will put a absorbent pad beneath your bottom which will soak it up. Let's began shall we. You did indeed drink all the water I instructed you to?"
She nodded.
"How would you describe your level of urgency to pee...like... not at all...mild.... need the bathroom or...can't wait anymore."
"Between mild and need the bathroom," she said.
"Any tingling feeling or cold sweats."
she nodded, "Both."
"When you did pee before you drank was it a lot of urine?"
"No," she whispered.
He got out a fabric tape measure. "Okay I will put this around your belly to measuring the circumference first."
He wrapped the tape measure around her belly right around her hips area, below her belly button. "Good thank you. Lay down for me please."
It took her a moment to move because she had squeezed her legs so tightly. She was a bit nervous about untangling them. He moved the blanket so it covered her thighs and legs. He gently moved back her gown to expose her belly just above her pubic bone. He first used his hands to gently feel the outline of the firm bladder area. He took note of it in the folder. He then used a tape measure and measured from the start of the curve to the bottom. The feeling of his hand touching her skin made her blush shyly. She closed her legs together tightly again. Her hands tight in fists. She saw leg rests being clicked into place.
"I need you to hook your legs over these...they hold your knees in place so you can't close your legs together. I am testing your bladder strength and i want this to just be you tensing your muscles not using any other ways of assistance. Keep your hands on the table at all times."
She slowly and carefully put her legs up over the metal supports. They had a cloth covering so the back of her knees weren't cold.
"Here's a warm blanket if you start to feel chills," he said laying a warm cotton thick blanket on her chest and stomach letting the other thinner cloth stay draped over her legs. He put a cotton square cloth by her bottom in case she started peeing.
"There's a tv on the ceiling. the remote is right here," he said resting it by her hand. He left the room and closed the door behind him. Her legs trembling a little and there was a dull fullness in her bladder that she tried to not think about. She turned on the tv and found some cartoons to watch. She felt a urge and closed her eyes. He sat down in the room across the hall and saw on video of her laying there. He could hear her whimper a little as she fought the urge. He wrote down the fact that at this point there was no urine on the mat detected. As the moments passed though, he detected perspiration on the mat which he knew was normal. The hour went by and when he went into the room she was in the middle of an urge. He saw her laying there tensely concentrating.
"I know it's probably getting pretty bad now. Urges are more intense. You're doing good though. No urine detected on the mat."
"I don't know how much longer I can hold it... I have to pee so bad..like..."
"Worse than before?"
She nodded. He moved the blanket off of her and measured with the measuring tape just the slight curve of her belly. He felt with the palm of his hand the now swollen hardness of her midsection. He warmed up a stethoscope and listened to her belly. Hearing the fluid move a little as she shifted her hips. Her body warm with sweat. her legs trembling. She so bad wanted to put her hand down there to stop the urges better.
"Okay I am going to do a ultrasound of your kidneys. There will be some discomfort okay... you're so full and tender in the belly area but i'll need to press in certain areas to see. Just breathe and be as tense down there as possible no leaking during this test okay."
She squeezed her eyes tight as she felt a little urge. She took a slow deep breath. "This is cold gel... brace yourself."
She nodded. Cold clear gel dripped onto her belly a little. "Oh fuck," she whispered. He turned on the machine and grabbed the wand. He pressed it very gently over her midsection.
"You're doing good..hold it in there... okay I see one of the kidneys...just gonna need to press... your bladder is so full I am getting a great image...almost done with this side."
She felt a strong tingling. A kind of burning pressure in her bladder. She was so close.
"Need to see the other kidney... just breathe... almost done...gonna push a bit on this side."
He saw her wince a little in discomfort at the pressure on her swollen bladder. "Okay all done...perfect... okay I just need you to hold it for one more half hour."
"I can't," she whispered.
"Just try. Try your best to hold it in. You're doing great so far."
"I really.... is there a cup..that I can go in...I have to."
"Breathe. Hold it... relax your legs... imagine your bladder expanding to hold all the fluid. Your bladder can handle it...trust it. I'll be back in a half hour so we can start the emptying process. Just don't think about the full half hour. Focus on each moment a time. Fight the urges."
The half hour was pure torture. The ache in her bladder intensified. She felt so much pressure. She whimpered a little at the discomfort. She saw her belly area with the blanket on it. It felt like a hard ball within her. She felt another spasm of urgency.
'I can't pee like this..not on a exam table... just.. a few more minutes. i can do this... don't pee... don't do it...hold it... oh fuck I .... just another few minutes... then I can go... just need to wait.'
She was going to turn the tv on and focus on that but she didn't want to move. She heard the sound of running water. He recorded her reaction of the sweat on the mat. Her trembling legs. Her body temperature had gone down more. She was shivering a little. She had fifteen minutes left. He heard her whimper a little. He knew when the time was up he had to move fast. He saw the minutes tick down. He heard hear voice saying how she need to pee. The tingling got more intense. The burning got on the painful side. She never had to pee so bad in her whole life. Her body quivering with each strong bladder contraction. He saw the last minute was up. He rushed across the hall.
"I'm going to do this as quick as I can for you okay. Just a few more minutes. I need to get the measurements one final time," he said moving the blanket out of the way and draping it on a chair nearby. He gently moved back her gown and rested the measuring tape on her belly, which was like a rock. Almost looking two months pregnant.
"How the emptying process works is I am going to slowly tilt the table upward so you can sit up then I will have you scoot forward so your bottom is resting on the table but the front area is not. I will put a special funnel up against you and I will need you to pee as hard and fast as you can at firs then when I tell you you can slow down to a normal peeing speed that's comfortable for you."
"Okay. Hurry please. i'm gonna flood this table in seconds."
"You can remove your legs from the holders just keep them apart."
It took her a moment to gain control and move her legs. They were trembling much more now.
He pressed the button for the exam table to raise. "You'll feel the urge is more intense since the weight of your full bladder will be more difficult with gravity just hold on. You're doing great... breathe." She whimpered a bit as the exam table now was at a sitting upright position. All of her urine threatening to break the dam. He grabbed the container which was clear and had measurements on it and placed it on a ledge that was beneath her bottom. He grabbed the funnel that had wires on it which was attached to a machine and rested it in the funnel.
"I need to clean you a bit so there's no germs. Scoot forward for me...more... yep just so that area is off of the table. There's handle bars on either side of the table you can hold onto."
She was teetering on the edge. He quickly grabbed a little wet nap with a cleaning fluid on it after he put on rubber gloves and dabbed at her skin there. She was just about to close her legs when he was finished cleaning her.
"I'm going to hold this funnel up against your body okay. When you are ready and I have it in position just like I said.Pee as hard and as fast as you can. your body might have some trouble peeing since it's been tense but just push... bare down and relax as much as you can. The funnel will record your stream speed, take photos of it. analyze your urine."
It only took a second or two from the moment he pressed the funnel against her body before he saw her push with her muscles and sigh softly in relief, the gush of light yellow poured through the funnel down into the collecting container, hitting the bottom of the container and coating the bottom.
"Keep going like that ....push.....perfect okay you can slow down..just pee normally," he smiled at her. "Feels good huh?"
She nodded a little.
"When you think you are done push a little. Empty out as much as you can. You're almost up to three hundred milliliters."
"I have more...I...can't stop peeing," she whispered shyly.
"It's okay keep going...pee as much as you can...you're doing great. okay...almost four hundred," it slow down to a drizzle. "Perfect."
He waited to move the funnel away until she was finished dripping.
"I am going to do some measurements on you then you can rest here for another hour. I imagine your desire to urinate will come again shortly. I'll do the same thing once more. Have you go in the funnel hard and fast again...then regularly. You can scoot back a little. I'll keep the table upright this time. Just relax," he said and put feet rests up. "Yep put your feet on there to keep them apart for me."
He left the room and watched her with the camera in the other room. He saw her lean her head back a little and exhale loudly. He saw her smile. Minutes ticked by. By the half hour mark he heard her say she had to pee. When the hour was up he entered and said, "Final time. Just need to measure you first."
She was trembling a little and her hands tight in fists. She lifted up her gown a bit and he laid the measuring tape on her belly. He cleaned her skin.
"I have to pee so bad."
He didn't even have to say anything to remind her how the process worked as soon as the funnel pressed up against her body she didn't hold back she pushed and urine flowed like a downpour.
"Good you can relax now. just breathe... you're doing great... up to a little over 5oo milliliters... if you have more just keep going..good.... I think your just about done," he said softly as he saw the stream slow down from filling the container. "510 milliliters of urine which is very good. You might feel some discomfort and burning in your bladder for a little while from stretching it," he said after moving the container and funnel out of the way. "Just drink regularly. Take a cranberry pill as well. Pee as soon as you need to. Just let your bladder relax for a few days."
He removed the rubber gloves and threw them out.
He wet a cloth with cold water and gently dabbed her forehead. "I know you're probably exhausted. Just go home and rest. You did very well."
She looked over at the container and saw all the urine in it. She couldn't believe all of that came out of her. He did a final measurement of her belly before letting her move her legs off of the stirrups.
"It was nice meeting you. it was a pleasure examining you today," he said with a sweet smile.
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Leah's Flat PartyIt's a lovely start to the summer holidays and Leah holds a flat party. Lots of girls, alcohol and one bathroom - what could possibly go wrong?Following the end of her first year at University, Leah was looking forward to a long summer break. She'd done well in her exams and unlike some of her friends didn't need to sit any re-takes. At the end of the first year she'd had to move out of halls into a flat elsewhere, but she had moved in to a 4-bedroomed flat just outside the city centre with some of her friends. Leah, Jess, Natalie and Laura had been in the flat for a week when it was decided to hold a flat-warming party on the Friday.The flat didn't have an internet connection so the girls had arranged for a man from British Telecom to come around on the Friday to install one. Leah volunteered to stay in, as Natalie was working that day and Laura and Jess had other plans.It was about 2pm when the doorbell rang and Leah opened the door to a man from BT in blue overalls. He had a look at the cables coming into the flat, connected some test equipment to them and then disappeared outside to see where they went. It transpired that the cable which had previously been used for internet access had been damaged, but luckily another one existed, so he could use that instead. Leah nodded in agreement and the man fetched his ladders, setting them up in the hallway outside the bathroom. Remembering how her mother always said to look after tradesmen, she brought him a cup of tea and sat drinking one herself whilst talking to him. She needed the toilet but the engineer had set his ladders up across the bathroom door and there was no way she'd say anything to him to admit she needed a wee."It's quite a bit of work I'm afraid, love" the man explained "I've got to replace this length of cable and then join a new socket on to the end of it. I really ought to charge you extra for it, but since you're such a pretty girl I'll do it for free". Leah blushed, finding his tone slightly sexist, but if her looks saved her money she wasn't going to complain. She was also in need of a wee, but still couldn't face up to asking the guy to move his equipment. She went off to the living room, to tidy it up in preparation for tonight. Leah realised that as she bent over, it pressed on her poor bladder, so she took to squatting down instead. The BT man shouted that he was popping out to the street to check on something, and Leah said that was fine, as she continued to get the living room ready. It took her about a minute to realise that this meant she could quickly nip into the bathroom for her well-needed wee. She made her way across the hallway and was clambering across the step-ladders when a knock on the door signalled the engineer was back."Right, I've changed the connection out in the box, and fitted this new point here. It will take a day or so for it to become live, but I'll just run a test on the line now. Shouldn't be a minute or two." He plugged in a different instrument and made a few test calls and wrote down various readings in his notebook. Leah was leaning against the wall, with her legs crossed."OK, that's done" said the engineer, folding up his ladders and packing away his tools, leaving the way to the bathroom free. But Leah wasn't about to make a mad dash for it with a man in her presence! "I just need you to sign some paperwork". He opened up a duplicate book and pointed to various boxes where Leah signed, before explaining what to do when the connection became live. "Actually, whilst I'm here, do you mind if I use your bathroom quickly?" he asked. Leah agreed, reluctantly, thinking it all rather unfair that he'd stopped her being able to go for a wee for the last hour but now he'd get to go first!The engineer came out the bathroom and then gave the appropriate paperwork to Leah as she showed him out the door. He finished with "have a good evening, gorgeous!" to which Leah slammed the door in his face - partly because he was quite lecterous, but mainly because she was bursting for a wee. Having shut the door Leah ran over to the bathroom, without even closing the door, pulled her jeans and pink flowery knickers down, and sighed deeply as she let loose a high-pressure hissing stream. Looking down she could see a tiny dribble in her knickers, but it'd soon dry out.Finishing her wee and wiping herself, Leah set a bath running. After a long, relaxing hot bath she went back to her room and lounged around in her dressing gown for much of the afternoon. Natalie arrived home at about 4pm, having stopped at the supermarket for some drink, and the girls tidied around the flat. Leah then changed out of her jeans into a blue dress, which she wore without tights. She kept the same knickers on - they were light pink with white flowers on, and her bra matched. She brushed her hair in her bedroom, and let it flow down her back. She was gifted with an attractive figure, and combined with her lovely personality she had many admirers.Jess and Laura arrived a bit later with some friends. Laura introduced Amy, from her halls, who was a very skinny brunette with straight hair, and wore wet-look leggings. Aofie, who had lived with Leah in first year, also came along, as did some other people who Leah hadn't met before. Leah had had a beer so far, but was conscious that she'd probably drink more and her bladder always seemed to get far smaller when drink was involved, so she nipped to the bathroom and had a wee. Once she thought she was finished, she pushed hard to try and make sure she was totally empty. At around 6, everyone got together to do a pizza order, which arrived a half an hour later.She went back into the living room, started on her pizza and opened another beer. Her boyfriend, Mark, was around, although he'd have to leave after an hour or so - he'd recently got a job working the night shift at a supermarket to earn money over the summer break. Leah went over to him and cuddled up on the sofa with him and the pizza. Her parents didn't know of her relationship, although she hoped they'd be supportive - Mark was a generally lovely guy who always looked after her and certainly never took advantage of her. They talked and cuddled on the sofa, although they were careful not to be overly affectionate whilst everyone was around - Leah would get very embarrased and blush bright red if someone commented on her kissing in public!Leah had been chatting to Amy, who she had only seen once before. She was spending the summer doing an internship in a business finance department, so she had to work the whole summer and didn't get much time off at all. Leah noticed she seemed uncomfortable and asked if she was alright. "Yeah, I need a wee, I've been trying to put it off because I hate breaking the seal, but I think I might have to go!". Leah pointed out the bathroom and Amy stood up and went to relieve herself. Leah could feel a very slight need to go, but there was plenty of time and the bathroom wasn't far away. Amy returned a little while later, and as she bent down to sit on the floor Leah could see the back of her yellow french knickers sticking out of her leggings.It was time for Mark to leave for his night shift, and Leah took him into the hall to say goodbye. She kissed him on the lips in private, and he held her tight around her waist. They said goodbye and promised to meet up the next day. Leah thought she might nip to the loo, but Jess motioned her back into the living room, as they were going to play a drinking game. After some discussion it was decided to play "Never have I ever" - the person whos turn it is gave a truthful statement of something they'd never done, and anybody who had actually done it has to have a drink, and relate the story to the others!Everyone sat around in a circle and the questions started off with the standard embarrassing things people admit to. This resulted in everybody drinking a lot within a short space of time and, indeed, the game had to be paused for a minute to let people go to the kitchen for more drinks. Then Laura turned things more personal with "Never have I ever done anything sexual in a cinema", at which point Aofie took a drink, describing in detail the things she'd done on the back row with her boyfriend. Aofie's contribution was "Never have I ever been arrested" and Leah was surprised when Jess took a sip of her drink. She was shocked, but Jess explained that she'd been involved in a protest last year and the police had arrested the whole group, then let them go later. Amy admitted to having had sex in a sleeping bag. The questions continued for a while and Leah felt quite innocent by the end of it.Leah continued to drink and finished off the remainder of her pizza whilst talking to Jess. She needed a wee, but she was sure there'd be plenty of time to go later. She got talking to some of the others who'd come along. Georgina was a friend of Jess', she was a tall redhead who wore an all-in-one jumpsuit. She'd brought along her flatmate Emma, who was an attractive and well-endowed blonde, who wore a knee length black dress and tights, although Leah noticed that she didn't sit in a very ladylike fashion, as she had her legs drawn right up to her bum, and anybody who looked her way could see her frilly turquoise knickers on display. Leah didn't want to point this out to somebody she'd only just met, though! Emma was quite drunk and announced she needed a wee, which made Georgina realise she did too. Leah felt she could do with a wee too, and all three girls headed towards the bathroom.When they got there there seemed to be some sort of a commotion. Aofie and her friend, Mariah, were knocking on the door. “Come on guys, we're bursting!” they shouted. Laura's unmistakable Somerset twang replied “We'll be as quick as possible, Amy isn't feeling too well” - all Amy could contribute to the discussion was the sound of retching. Georgina, Emma and Leah joined the queue of girls and Leah noticed that Aofie looked as desperate as she sounded, with her legs tightly crossed. Mariah, her friend, was a tall slim brunette with a very skinny figure, who wore jeans and a top, but was fidgeting and unable to stay still. Her jeans slipped down to reveal the top of some black knickers with blue stars. Georgina asked if there was any point in staying in the queue, but Emma pointed out that there would be an even longer queue if they came back later - “And I really can't wait that long” she said, almost with tears in her eyes.At that point the door opened and Laura called over to Leah. “Amy's not feeling well, she's going to lie down in my room. Can you help me carry her?”. Leah supported the dead weight of their drunken friend and helped Laura move her into her room and lie her down on the floor, with a bucket in close proximity just in case. “Right, I'll keep a check on her” said Laura “God, I need a wee though!”. This reminded Leah of her own need, so having made sure Amy was alright her and Laura returned to the bathroom queue.By the time they were back in the hallway, Aofie was in the bathroom, herself taking her time. Her friend Mariah was by now frantically jogging on the spot, and she in turn banged on the door. “Come on Aofie!” she cried “Some of us are still busting for a wee!”. “It isn't just a wee I needed” replied Aofie. “Hurry up!” squealed Mariah, as she bent over with crossed legs.Emma looked in great pain. “Leah?” she whispered quietly “Is this... the only bathroom?”. Leah confirmed that it was and Emma looked folorn. “I really can't wait, I'm about to wet myself!”. She bent over and jammed a hand in her crotch. If she wasn't ladylike earlier she definitely wasn't now, and her cleavage was amply on display to anybody who cared to look, encased in a plain white bra. “Oh god... no... noooo!” she whimpered, jamming her hand in her crotch even further. “Leah, help, I'm actually starting to wet myself!”.Leah took the situation in hand and dragged Emma to one side and took her through the kitchen to the utility room. Here there was the washing machine, fridge, shelves and the holy grail of... a sink. “It's the best I can do, can you hop up on there?” asked Leah. Emma didn't need any convincing, as a dripping sound heralded the first wave leaking from her onto the floor. There was a hissing sound as she hiked herself up onto the sink and Leah could see her turquoise knickers getting wet, as Emma pulled them down mid-flow and let loose a ferocious waterfall into the sink. “Oh phew... oh god... that feels better.... oh fuck” she said as she looked down to her bushy privates, and then onto her wet knickers. “Don't worry” said Leah, in a matter-of-fact way, “I'll sort you out”. Emma finished weeing into the sink and began crying. “Oh my god, what have I done? I'm 19, 19, and I've wet my pants, oh shit....”. Leah took charge of the situation. “Right, come with me and I'll sort you out”. Emma pulled her sodden knickers up and they left the bathroom, walking through to Leah's bedroom, where they shut the door.“I can't promise style” said Leah “But I should have something that'll fit you! Take off your old knickers”. Emma seemed distraught and didn't know what to do, so she just followed Leah's directions and slipped off her turquoise frilly knickers, which were by now soaking. Leah found a pair of old plain white knickers. “Will these do?” she asked Emma, who said she thought that anything was better than going commando, and she slipped the knickers on under her dress. Leah also found a pair of tights, so nobody else would know the difference. “Thanks Leah” she said “It's true what Laura said, you're a really decent person”. Leah blushed! Emma was feeling better now she was tidied up and dry, but kindly accepted Leah's offer of sitting in her room for a few minutes before she went back to the rest of the party. Leah was desperate herself now and her poor bladder was screaming, so she apologised but went back to finally relieve herself. “Oh god” said Emma “I never realised you were desperate, I'm so sorry!”.Back outside the bathroom, Leah took her place in the queue again, behind Laura. Her top had risen above her stomach, revealing her flat tummy which showed a slight bulge from the pressure of her bladder. Leah was immensely jealous of her perfect figure, although she wasn't exactly unattractive herself. Laura was amazingly self-confident, which was just as well since she was a dancer who would appear on stage in next to nothing. "Oh come on" said Laura "I'm desperate". Leah looked on sympathetically, as she moved from side to side, unable to stand still for fear of being unable to hold on. There was a sound of the toilet flushing, and Laura started to undo her belt and top button, whilst still fidgeting around. The bathroom door opened and Georgina appeared, looking a bit embarrassed, as Laura made a beeline for the toilet. “Where's Emma?” she asked Leah “Is she ok?” “She's in my room” replied Leah “She, well, she's alright now”, not being sure what to say to Georgina, who went into Leah's room to see how Emma was doing.Having spent so much time worrying about everybody else, Leah became acutely aware of her own desperation. She was hanging on for dear life, jogging about on the spot, but her bladder was aching and she felt like she couldn't have long left herself. At least she was at the front of the queue by now! She crossed her legs and hoped that Laura would hurry up – she could hear a long, loud hissing sound come from the bathroom. She grimaced in horror as she felt a tiny squirt escape from her over-full bladder and leak into her knickers. She knew from past experience that she had to get to a toilet very soon, or else she'd have an accident. The first squirts were a warning from her bladder that it couldn't take anymore - it had to be released.Finally she could hear Laura wiping and flushing the toilet, and the toilet door opened. “I'm sorry I took so long Leah, I-” - Leah wasn't concerned about apologies. She slammed the bathroom door and bolted it, feeling another squirt, then waddled awkwardly backwards to the toilet. As she got to the toilet, she felt a longer squirt escape, with a distinct warm feeling in her knickers. She lifted her skirt just as a second long squirt started, and pulled her knickers down and sat on the toilet in one fell swoop and released.She sat on the toilet, panting after the strenuous effort of holding her bladder for so long. Looking down, she could see a damp spot at the front of her knickers, followed by a trail going down her knickers where she'd moved them out of the way just in time. Her eyes ran to the bin in the bathroom, at the top of which was a pair of blue knickers with yellow lace around the edge. Who could have left them there? It wasn't Laura, as she'd seen her thong earlier. Leah could see that whoever owned them had had a considerable accident, probably far too much to contemplate putting back on. Her ponderings finished as she felt her bladder empty, and she wiped herself and her knickers. They felt a bit cold as she put them back on, but she couldn't exactly go out with no knickers on.Leah left the bathroom and went back to her own bedroom, where Emma and Georgina were sitting. "Leah" said Emma, as she walked in "Georgina had a similar problem to me..." - Georgina blushed bright red. "It wasn't my fault! These body suits are great until you have to try undoing one whilst you're busting for a pee!". "Aw, it's alright! I've been there!" said Leah, being her usual caring self "You can borrow some old pants from me, if you'd like?". She found some old plain white knickers and passed them to Georgina, who promptly undid the top of her bodysuit. As she pulled it down, she revealed a blue bra with a yellow lace, and then no knickers underneath. Leah's mind remembered the knickers abandoned in the toilet, and everything made sense! Georgina turned around and bent her naked arse towards the girls as she pulled on the plain knickers, and then did up the rest of her outfit again. "Leah, you're a lifesaver!" she said, hugging her.The girls left Leah's bedroom and returned to the living room where the alcohol was flowing, although they were all more careful now. Leah knew what happened when she got more than a bit tipsy - she needed to wee and it too often ended in disaster. It very nearly had done tonight! Luckily, it felt like she'd dried off after her near-miss."Shall we go and check on Amy?" suggested Laura, and Leah came along for moral support. They opened the door and Amy was groggily on the floor, mumbling incoherantly. Both girls looked at the bucket which was fortunately empty, so nothing else had come up. They looked down her and saw a large damp puddle underneath her leggings. "Oh god Leah, she's pissed herself!". Laura took Amy's leggings and pulled them down, to reveal her yellow french knickers several shades darker than they should be. "Do you have any spare knickers we could give her?" asked Laura "I might do" giggled Leah. She wondered if there would be anybody not wearing her spare knickers by the end of the night! |
This is the first story I've written so I hope you guys like it! It's titled "Dumped" ^^
Against the wall behind the high school, stood an insignificant metal dumpster. It was the kind of thing you could open with a lever, and was only used by the janitor to throw away excess paper and cardboard – for the school was environmentally aware and recycled responsibly. Since the last few weeks, the dumpster had been given a new use by the school bullies though – as they discovered it could only be opened from the outside, it was a perfect place to dump the kids they didn’t approve of. It was very popular with the school’s mean girls, and an ideal prison cell for those they deemed inferior. Sandy had always been their favorite target. She had spent many lunch breaks here, for no one bothered venturing behind the school to find her during lunch of course, and she was getting used to ending up in the darkness, her fall only broken by heaps of cardboard boxes and discarded term papers.
There were many reasons why Sandy was bullied in school. For one thing, her family was quite poor and didn’t really look after her. Because of this, she was always seen in clothes that were outworn, not even her size most of the time, living off what she could get from the goodwill store. Her hair was a dirty blonde and although it was quite long, it wasn’t styled at all – unless you call knots and split ends a style now. That never gave her any chance with the popular girls of course, but her lack of personal hygiene actually started off the whole bullying craze. Ever since she took off her shoes that first gym class, her smelly feet had become somewhat legendary at their school. But today would be the day that everything changed – because today would be the day when Sandy got some company in her dumpster.
As Sandy had tried to make herself as comfortable as possible -creating a little pillow out of bundles of paper-, the only light she saw was that coming through the tiny cracks on either side of the dumpster lid. On one side, it illuminated a part of her face, on the other side, she could see the legs of her worn jeans –it must have been a dark blue at one point but had turned into a pale pastel-like color over time- and her dirty socks, originally white with pink hearts on them, now thread-bare and the big toe of her right foot sticking out of a large hole in them. They stole her shoes, as happened more often than not. She’d have to get them from the top of the flagpole again, as usual.
But suddenly, Sandy heard sounds from outside the dumpster again. Could it be others would discover her already? The dumpster’s handle was pulled and the lid was opened, but Sandy’s hopes were quickly demolished when she recognized the voices. She could pick out the school’s bullies just by their mocking laughs by now – Tiffany… Heather… Sabrina… but there was another voice, someone who clearly didn’t want to be there. As the lid was opened, the bright sunlight hurt Sandy’s eyes but the sun was quickly eclipsed by another body being thrown into the garbage. A smaller but slightly heavier girl was thrown right on top of her, actually hitting her belly quite hard, and then the lid closed with a loud clank again.
“Let me out!”, the other girl called out as she rolled over to the other side of the dumpster –their bodies still touching each other, there wasn’t a whole lot of dumpster after all- “I mean it, this isn’t funny!”
“I’m afraid they think it’s quite funny,” Sandy spoke softly as she rubbed her belly through the awful, pink fleece sweater she was wearing (it wasn’t her choice to wear such clothes at all – it was simply and quite literally all she had). As the darkness was settling in again, Sandy recognized the girl that was thrown in with her; her name was Ruth, a nerdy girl with brown, curly hair and glasses that were too large to even be considered to be hipster. Ruth was the kind of girl who got good grades but wasn’t that strong on a social level, so she was an ideal victim to be bullied as well.
“Huh? Who… who are you?”, Ruth asked, a bit shocked that there was someone else in here with her.
“It’s me, Sandy, we take home economics together, remember?”
“Well you’re awfully calm about this, I really need to get out of here!”, Ruth sounded nervous, as if there was, in fact, somewhere she needed to be very urgently.
“Someone’ll get us out of here by the end of lunch, don’t worry. Just relax.”
“But I really can’t wait that long! I- what is this anyway, a garbage bin?“
“It’s the dumpster behind the school.”
“Oh eww, that’s disgusting!”
“Don’t worry, it’s just for paper and cardboard.”
“Are you sure?”, Ruth asked as she sat down in the corner opposite Sandy’s face, “it smells like something died in here…”
“Oh no, that’s… ehm…”, Sandy stammered, pulling up her knees to her face so her feet would be farther away from Ruth’s nose.
Sandy saw Ruth bite her lip and fidget around a bit. It was clear that she was nervous about something, but an awkward silence had fallen over the girls and just flat-out asking wasn’t Sandy’s style. She did want to put this girl at ease – Ruth looked very vulnerable, sitting there in that long, dark skirt with woolen leggings under, sensible loafers and a wide blouse finishing the outfit.
“It’s really okay,” Sandy tried to comfort her, “I get thrown in here all the time.”
“Yeah, I guess, but ehm…”, Ruth stammered, “I really need to get out of here…”
Sandy fell quiet again. She didn’t really know what to say about that. On the outside, everything was quiet as well, and unless the bullies decided to throw a third girl in with them, it would stay that way for a while, as well. Ruth’s fidgeting started to have an adverse effect on Sandy’s bladder though – and after she had the girl’s full weight fall on top of her bladder, she now started to clearly feel that she had to pee.
“Will you stop doing that,” Sandy said eventually, “it’s making me nervous!”
Ruth was the one who fell silent this time – she stopped fidgeting but crossed her legs softly. After a few more seconds though, it was clear she couldn’t sit still and she was immediately at it again, causing Sandy to press her thighs together firmly and give Ruth an angry glance.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Ruth finally broke the silence again, “those girls… they were in the bathroom, smoking, they thought I would tell a teacher I think… so they grabbed me and pushed me in here!”
“That’s okay,” Sandy answered in a soothing manner, “they do that to me all the time.”
“No, you don’t understand-“ Ruth was at the verge of tears at this point, “they grabbed me BEFORE I could use the bathroom!”
“Oh – oooh!”, Sandy suddenly realized where Ruth was heading with this. Now Sandy was the kind of girl who could easily be made to pee – the sound of running water, for example, would make her go on a dash for the bathroom, but the simple knowledge that someone else needed to go, made her bladder shrink drastically as well.
Ruth tried to push open the dumpster lid, but to no avail. She had one hand deep in her crotch now, and one pushing upward – but you needed the handle on the outside to open it, there was no other way.
“Sit down, it won’t budge!”, Sandy said, who was getting pretty nervous as well.
“But I really can’t hold it any more, I mean it!”, Ruth begged, “I’m going to… you know…”
“Not in here!”, Sandy said in a panicky way as she grabbed Ruth’s hand away from the lid. When the two girls touched, both of them shivered; they discovered then and there that there was no softer touch imaginable than two girls’ skins touching. Ruth fell back immediately though, sitting down again and started crying softly.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” Sandy said, feeling a bit guilty, “I didn’t mean to…”
“No, it’s not that…”, Ruth sniffed, “I think… I think I just wet my panties a little…”
Sandy looked at her with mixed feelings; just the thought of a girl their age wetting herself seemed like an impossibility, something that just didn’t happen… but Ruth just made it very real. How could this be possible? And even worse, she needed to go to the bathroom herself as well… she would be able to make it, wouldn’t she?
“Look, it’ll be okay, I promise,” Sandy told Ruth in order to calm her down.
“No it’s not… I never had to go this badly in my life! And now I’m going to pee in my pants…”
“You’re not! Look, I… I have to go too. Really, we can make it!”, but Sandy realized that the more they talked about going to the bathroom, the worse she had to pee herself.
“No… I really can’t hold it in any more…”, Ruth said in a tiny voice, and Sandy knew by the sound of that, she was totally losing control now. Slightly covered by the sound of Ruth’s crying, a hissing sound could be heard – Sandy couldn’t believe it, that girl was actually peeing in her pants! Sandy grabbed her crotch as well now, as that sound really made her question her own ability to hold it in for much longer… the smell of girl’s pee soon filled up the dumpster air as the cardboard and paper where Ruth was sitting became soaked with urine.
“Don’t look, don’t look,” Ruth said, embarrassed beyond belief – she too couldn’t believe it had come to this, wetting herself at her age. Sandy wanted to comfort her, but she couldn’t find the words – not only had she never been confronted by a girl who was peeing herself, hearing Ruth do exactly that made her need grow as well…
“It’s… It’s not your fault,” Sandy said eventually, but she knew she couldn’t hold her pee for very much longer either. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, grabbing between her legs with both hands, with all her might now…
Ruth had peed with more strength than she could have possibly imagined. It had all ended up in her panties, her wool leggings were soaked and large wet patches were visible on her skirt. Even her loafers were wet. She was still trembling after she did that – but for some reason, the hissing hadn’t stopped. She looked over to the other side of the dumpster, where Sandy was now sitting on her knees, bent forward with both hands clenched around her crotch… but Sandy, too, felt a wet and warm sensation spread throughout her crotch area, down her legs and flowing onto the cardboard beneath as if she was sitting in a cat’s litter box. The aromas of both girl’s individual pee came together inside the dumpster to form a new, strange smell that somehow felt right. For few things bring girls closer together than peeing in their pants together.
“Sandy?”, Ruth asked carefully when the hissing sound stopped, “did you… did you have an accident?”
“I totally pissed in my pants,” Sandy answered, sounding very disappointed about herself, but both girls knew they had both done this together. Ruth crawled a bit closer to Sandy and gave her a comforting hug – answered by Sandy immediately. Neither girl knew in whose pee they were sitting at this point, but it didn’t matter. When they would be freed after lunch, whoever opened the dumpster would find two teenage girls who had peed in their pants. But at least they would be together, and no one could take that away from them. |
She sat beside him on the couch. He was working on his lyrics journal. He looked over and smiled at her, she seemed deep in thought, nervous about something.
"You alright sweetie?"
"I... wanted to talk to you about something," she said softly. "but I don't know how."
"You know you can tell me anything," he said putting his lyrics journal on the table.
"I'm scared...that you'll get mad at me," she said as tears filled her eyes.
"Awww come here...it's alright," he said giving her a hug. She leaned her head against his shoulder and cried. Tears dripping down her face.
"I love you. No matter what it is we can work it out. I'd never be mad at you. Shhhh it's alright," he whispered.
Her tears slowed down and she wiped her face. She sniffled and said, "it's embarrassing."
"I have a open mind and a open heart to you always," he said softly taking some Kleenex and gently dabbing her cheeks. "Would you like to write it down. That might be easier."
She nodded. He grabbed a pad of paper from the table and a pen. "I'll even look away as you write okay."
She wrote it down and folded it up and said, "Please read this after I leave the room."
She handed it to him blushing and went into the bedroom. She was so nervous. What he be disgusted with her? Would he get angry? She wished she could hide under the bed. Moments later he entered the room and sat beside her.
"I love you. Thank you for sharing this with me. I know it must have been difficult. I don't mind you having a interest in it. it's your fantasy. That's normal. I wouldn't mind even trying it out with you."
"Really?" she asked.
He nodded.
"So you're not mad?"
"Honey... I'm happy. Happy that you've shared your thoughts with me. It was very brave of you to do." he held her hands. "Please never be afraid to tell me anything. no matter what it is. You mean the world to me." he gently tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear. "Why don't we do this. We can swing by olive garden and I'll get your favorite drink and I'll go to Starbucks and get coffee or tea and you can come hang out with me at the studio then tonight we can just...see what happens."
She blushed and smiled.
"Aww, there's that beautiful smile of yours that I adore."
He kissed her cheek and he got up, he offered his hand to help her up.
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When he returned to the car with her drink he said, "Strawberry mango lemonada for my sweetheart. I made sure to check that they put mint in it."
"Thank you." She took a sip and enjoyed the sweet tartness of the strawberries and the fizz of the bubbles that tickled her throat.
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The studio time was fun. Her sitting in the little sound booth watching him sing. He'd smile at her sometimes and blow her a kiss. He'd sip his iced mocha to sooth his vocal chords. The look of his mouth on the straw made her blush and smile shyly. He looked gorgeous in his tight white t shirt and bellbottom jeans and sandals.
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When they arrived at the house he was holding her hand. He let go to unlock the door she noticed that he was closing his legs a bit and looked like he was in a hurry to open the door. Upon entering he hugged her and kissed her lips. "So did you want to do this outside... like...somewhere in public or..alone?"
"Alone."
He kissed her lips gently again. "Okay...let's... go to the bedroom."
"You want to now?"
"I drank a lot of coffee. I feel...anxious and nervous but most of all I want to make you happy."
He hugged her and she rested her head on his shoulder. "I'll go get a towel for the bed."
She followed him and saw him lay a black towel on the king sized bed that had a gray comforter and bed sheet set.
"How would you like to do this?" he asked holding her hands.
She blushed and looked down shyly. He placed his finger tips beneath her chin and tilted her face up seeing her eyes were closed.
"It's alright... wherever you'd like...what does your fantasy want to do?"
"Sitting on your lap."
"Undressed or."
"In our underwear."
"I can do that." He kissed her lips resting his hands on her hips. Her hands lifting up his white shirt. He undid her jean zipper. She was too shy to admit it at that point but she kind of had this desire to pee as well. Not as bad as him though the way he suddenly crossed his legs a little.
He fought back the urge enough to say, "We can make this romantic. I can light candles for us and lower the lights."
She smiled and nodded. He got a lighter and lit rather quickly a few white candles on his dresser and his nightstand. She lowered her jeans to the floor and he removed his pants. He sat on the bed, Indian style with space between his legs for her to sit. She was about to sit there when he whispered, "You can sit beside me I just..."
She smiled at the outline of his hardness in his skin tight underwear. She kissed his cheek then turned on a spa sounds cd that was in his stereo. The soothing sounds of running and trickling water and ocean waves played softly in the background. She sat on the bed, her bottom resting on the towel in between his open legs and he said, "You can drape your legs over my thighs."
He tried not to think about her legs that were now wrapped around his hips. The pressure of her warm skin against his hips. She leaned her head down and they kissed.
"Just..might. take me a moment before I."
"Take your time. We have all night for."
That's when she felt it. The little spot of warm that soaked his underwear and her own. She blushed and didn't say a word. She didn't want to ruin the moment. The warmth on her skin made her start own little drips. She heard him sigh softly and as the flow got stronger wetting the front of his underwear completely he kissed her more, opening his mouth a little against hers and letting his tongue touch hers. He could feel her peeing, the heat and dampness wetting his thighs and hips.
"It feels so good you peeing on me like this," he whispered softly close to her ear. He started to kiss her neck. Their bodies warm with sweat and moisture.
"Now we can go take a nice warm shower together," she said softly. He kissed her nose then cheeks.
"Can we sit here for a few moments. feels nice... all warm and wet there. Let's not rush the fantasy. I'm glad I could join you with this experience. I feel like I know more about you now...more to love." |
It was Thursday 10 July 2014. Vince McMahon had called a meeting with all of WWE's creative writers. When they arrived, he explained that he had come up with an idea that would make the WWE, and wrestling as a whole, a lot more popular than ever before.
"We scrap the PG crap and switch back to a style similar to the Attitude Era," he announced.
At first the writers were skeptical. All of the WWE's younger fans would leave. But Vince explained that that was the plan.
"Everyone except those fans have been complaining about the PG Era. So, we give them what they want. They're the fans that have been so loyal to us since day one. Once they hear the Attitude Era is back, the WWE will spread by word of mouth faster than you can say 'Screw Cena'."
After this, the writers started to embrace the idea.
Next, the Attitude Era's "release date" was discussed, and, shortly after, agreed upon.
"At SummerSlam, the Attitude Era will return."
This, however, was when Vince's real intentions became visible.
"And what better way to return to the Attitude Era than with a 5 vs 5 divas tag team match: in the traditional bikinis?"
The writers were all agreed. That would certainly grab the attention of the older WWE fans.
But, several days before SummerSlam, Vince thought to himself: "Why stop at seeing them in bikinis? Why not have a bit of extra fun with this?" So he came up with a great plan.
SummerSlam was just hours away from starting, and Vince decided he would become very hospitable with his female employees.
"Here! Have some coffee! You'll need it, what with SummerSlam not starting until late on in the night."
But there was one diva who had no idea that she was Vince's target: AJ Lee. What she hadn't seen was Mr. McMahon slip a diuretic into her coffee.
"This should be good," he thought to himself.
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"And, making their way to the ring, the team of Natalya, Brie Bella, Nikki Bella, Aksana, and AJ Lee!"
The divas made their way to the ring, but it could be noticed that AJ was walking with an extra spring in her step. Sure, the fans were used to seeing her skipping her way to the ring, but this was more than skipping. She seemed a lot bouncier than ever before.
"What's wrong with me?" she asked herself. "I went to the bathroom before I got here. All I had was one coffee! Oh well... Surely I can hold a cup of coffee before this match is over?"
The match started with Natalya and Kaitlin as the legal wrestlers. AJ, along with her other team-mates, were left standing on the apron, near the bottom-right turnbuckle.
"AJ's looking very supportive, isn't she Cole?"
"She definitely is, King! She's bouncing with energy, cheering on Natalya against her bitter enemy!"
AJ, to her credit, disguised her predicament very well. She was bouncing very actively, screaming support for her team-mate. But, inside, she knew that her bouncing was necessary to keep her from embarrassing herself in front of WWE's now-massive crowd. The screaming was just a disguise, so she didn't look too noticeable when she was hopping from foot to foot. But Vince was watching her every move with delight.
In the ring, Kaitlin was unloading on Natalya, so Natalya tagged AJ in.
"Oh boy. Here goes nothing," she thought to herself.
AJ got into the ring slowly; carefully. She and Kaitlin exchanged blows until Kaitlin hit her with a suplex. AJ's muscles trembled with every move that Kaitlin hit her with as her bladder begged for relief. She gained momentum, hitting Natalya with a couple of clotheslines, but she found that, after every move, she needed to give herself a quick pinch in the crotch to keep control of herself. Kaitlin was lying on the ground, and AJ was standing in the corner of the ring, taunting her, and waiting for her to rise to her feet before hitting her with a body slam. But she felt a spurt. She had to bury both of her hands into her crotch and dance from foot to foot to keep her bikini dry.
"What on Earth's going on, King?!"
"I don't know, but I for one am enjoying it!"
Vince looked on from his office's TV and chuckled with pleasure.
"I'm with you on that one, Jerry," he said to himself.
Back in the ring, AJ managed to keep control of herself, but she couldn't wrestle any more, not in her situation. She tagged Brie Bella in, and took her place on the apron. The other divas looked confused, and Brie improvised by stomping on Kaitlin several times, but she then tagged AJ back in.
"I'm sorry, AJ. But we have to follow the script. You can hang on," she whispered.
"I-I don't think I can," AJ whimpered back.
Nevertheless, she returned to the ring, and stood with her legs crossed with a pained expression on her face as she waited in agony for Kaitlin to get up so she could hit her with the body slam. Eventually, she did, and Kaitlin was hit with a textbook manoeuvre.
"Very impressive from AJ there!"
"Impressive indeed, Cole!"
The match resumed for several minutes, and AJ began to grab her crotch with increasing obviousness. When the match was near its end, she had almost completely given up on trying to hide her problem, and just concentrated on retaining what was left of her dignity by keeping dry for the remainder of the match. There was one more move, and the match would be over. But then she remembered what that move was.
"King, Kaitlin's brought a ladder into the ring!"
"She's climbing to the top!"
"Oh no," AJ thought to herself.
Kaitlin jumped from the top of the ladder and drove her elbow straight into AJ's stomach. Landing, incidentally, right on her bladder. AJ braced herself all she could, but, once Kaitlin had delivered the move, she knew she had to pull out all the stops to prevent a huge humiliation. She crushed both of her hands into her crotch with all her strength, clamped her thighs together, and squirmed inside the ring. She somehow managed to keep her urine in. Kaitlin pinned her.
"1....2....3!"
It was over. Kaitlin's theme played, and she and her team-mates celebrated her victory. Meanwhile, AJ lay on the floor, on the verge of an accident. She managed to get herself backstage, and sprinted as fast as her bladder would allow her to the bathroom.
"Out of order"
"What?! Come on!"
"I'm sorry, AJ," Vince started. "I've got a guy in there to try and fix it, and it should be fixed again after about five minutes."
(Realism!)
"In the meantime, I suggest you go get changed. By the time you're done, the bathroom should hopefully be fixed."
AJ obliged, and went to her dressing room. She clenched her muscles with all her might as she kept her urine inside her bladder whilst she took off her bikini. She stripped successfully, but immediately felt a powerful contraction, and a resulting spurt. That was it.
She took off, running towards the bathroom.
"ARE YOU DONE YET?!" she cried in despair, drawing the attention of Vince and some other male wrestlers as she stood there, completely naked, hopping from one foot to the other, with one hand at her crotch and the other pounding on the door. But she couldn't stop the impending flood. It came out with an enormous burst, rushing through her fingers as it splattered all over the floor. After a few minutes, the flow subsided and became a trickle, until it stopped. AJ ran towards her dressing room with an expression of shame written across her face.
Vince had never seen anything like it. Finally, he had seen his fantasy unfold right before his very eyes. But he couldn't have imagined that it would be anything like this.
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Thank you for reading my story. I hope you liked it, and I would appreciate it very much if you could give me some feedback. I apologise for anything unrealistic that occurred during the story (e.g. The diuretic probably worked with inaccurate speed). Do you have any suggestions for another story involving AJ and/or another diva? Again, thank you. |
Jessica sat bolt upright in the bed, immediately aware that something was wrong. She looked over at the bedside clock in her hotel room and panicked. Her alarm had failed to go off and she had overslept by more than an hour. Her flight left Logan in less than 2 hours. Even at 6 AM getting through security would be a mess. She slipped out of bed and quickly through on her black knee length skirt, and white blouse. She had not time for a shower, she decided to keep her light blue panties on from yesterday. Thank God she thought as she noted the coffee had brewed on time. She poured a steaming cup and packed her bags.
At 4:30 she poured the rest of the coffee into her travel mug and dragged her gear to the elevator. Damn she thought as she reached the lobby, I need to pee, but I got to get a taxi and go. After ten minutes she flagged a taxi and took off into the 5 am rush-hour traffic..."to Logan International" she told the driver "and move quick, my flight leaves in 1 hour." Thirty minutes later she debarked the taxi and immediately felt an intense urge to pee, she quickly crossed her legs and through her hands into her crotch, the urge subsided, but she knew she had better find a bathroom before boarding the flight or she would be in trouble. She hobbled towards the security checkpoint, at least she already had her tickets thanks to her company.
Her concern about getting through security was confirmed, at least 25 people were waiting their turn for scanning and the blasted TSA only had two points open this early. As she pulled her carry on into line another urge hit her, this one even stronger, she barely managed to keep from wetting her satin blue panties right there in line. Damn, only 40 minutes to departure and line was not moving fast.
It took 30 minutes for her to get to the screening point. By now she was nearly shaking she had to pee so bad. She threw her computer case and carry-on on the belt and was about to go to the wand station when the other TSA agent looked at her and pointed her to the new fangled air-blow explosives detector, the kind you had to step into and have the door closed. It was the newest version so it also took x-rays of the body, and unbeknownst to her had an infrared system to detect heat. She stepped in and was hit with multiple puffs' of cold air as the machine went into action, despite knowing what was coming she was surprised and immediately lost control of her bladder, a two second squirt of pee exploded into her light blue satin panties, soaking her pantied crotch and a small stream hit the floor of the machine. With great effort she stopped the stream, but the damage was done.
In the small room off to the side the TSA agent, a 20 year old women, named Beth, right out of community college was scanning the passengers. As the good looking blond in the short skirt entered the booth she pushed the button and hit her with the air, to her surprise the infrared detector chirped and she looked in shock as a red heat signature blossomed in the crotch of the women in the machine. Beth couldn't believe it the women had just peed into her panties in the machine. Beth was immediately aroused by this, having never seen a grown women wet herself. A naught thought hit Beth, what if she peed into her white cotton panties right there? All TSA workers wore the dark blue slacks no one would know. With a slight squeeze she released her pee into her panties and it ran down the pant legs of her slacks. She was so horny she had to masturbate, she called her supervisor and told her she needed a restroom break. Ok came a voice over the phone go ahead. Beth rushed to the nearby TSA lounge, entered the bathroom stall and pulled her wet slacks down, looking at the soaked white panties she sat on the toilet and peed again, masturbating furiously through the soaked materials. She came instantly, what a thrill. She would go home and do it again.
Jessica, embarrassed, but not guessing that the TSA worker knew what she had done in the machine, had to hobble to the end of the conveyer and grab her stuff. Holding her wet crotch she did her best to move down the concourse towards her gate, 10, she was at gate 1 and had only minutes to board. Oh my God, the restroom was closed for cleaning, and as she looked towards her gate there was only 2 people left to board the aircraft. She knew she was not going to make it, to the bathroom that is. Gate 9 was not in use and she heard over the intercom "final boarding for flight 1025 to LA, the door closes in 1 minute. She was now leaking into her panties with every step and decided she had to pee now. She went into the employee area of gate 9 where they scan your tickets and squatted down, lifted her skirt and began to pee her panties in earnest, she watched as her soaking blue panties streamed pee, the puddle growing larger under her. As she finished wetting herself, she felt a great relief, but the stewardess was starting to close the door. Despite the wet streaks on her legs and the slight dripping coming from her soaked panties, she yelled "wait, I need to board". The flight attendant waived her to hurry. Jessica streaked for the door, and yelled "thanks for holding it for me". Melissa looked at her companion, Darcy and said "I think that women pissed her panties over there, did you see the wet streaks on her legs?" Darcy said " Yeah, I think so too, look at the drips down the ramp, poor thing now she is going to have to sit in her wet panties until LA. Melissa couldn't believe what she had just seen, her fetish for panty wetting was not new, and she had even convinced Darcy to try it in their hotel room after the last lay over. She had to pee really bad now, not even sure she could hold it for the 4 hour flight to LA.....To be continued. |
Hello!
I thought that maybe I should try to write some fiction and here is the result. I hope you like it. First time I try to write stuff like this, so tell me what do you like. Hope I didn't make many grammatical errors. All right, let's go!
Note: This doesn't happen in Raccoon City, It happens in city near Raccoon City. I Don't have name to it though :P
Jill Valentine jumped through window to the abandoned warehouse. She quickly draw her pistol and stood up aiming at the window. There were at least 15 zombies outside but they were still far away, she managed to outrun them. Jill lowered her weapon and ran through warehouse to the backdoor. She kicked the door open and checked quickly outside before leaving warehouse. The street looked like a war zone. Cars were burning, dead bodies lying on the street both civilians and cops, zombies wondering around. It couldn't have been more than two hours since the outbreak. Few zombie started to walk towards Jill, she ignored them and ran down the street dodging every zombie she could. She had to shoot three of them. Jill stopped after running few blocks, there wasn't sight of anyone being alive or any vehicle that could still work. She looked around and spotted a bar that looked like it was empty, she quickly ran inside and locked the door.
Jill breathed deeply, now she had time to think what to do, bar looked safe. Now that she wasn't running away from zombies she discovered another desperation, her bladder was full and she needed to find bathroom fast. Her apartment was overrun by zombies so she didn't have time to use the bathroom. Jill pressed her hands between her legs and started to walk toward the other side of the bar when there was sudden noise from her right side. Zombie was lying on the floor under table and it was trying to grab Jill's leg. Jill let out a short scream and she felt her panties becoming wet and warm. She managed to stop peeing and broke zombie's neck by kicking it in the head. Jill took few step back and looked down. There wasn't any dark spots on her blue mini skirt but her panties were little wet. There was few drops on the floor where she had stood and her legs were still wet from urine. Jill looked around, there has to be something she could use to wipe her legs. Jill crossed her legs, now that she had peed a little, pressure was growing stronger in her bladder. She hurried to the back end of the bar, she hoped to find bathrooms in there but there was only kitchen and backdoor."What kind of bar doesn't have bathrooms?" Jill thought by herself.Maybe those were outside? Maybe she could use kitchen sink to relieve herself.
Suddenly there was loud noises from backdoor, it sounded like someone was trying in. Jill hide behind counter keeping her weapon aimed to backdoor with right hand while her left hand was between her legs. Backdoor flew open and young college age girl ran in, she had long red hair tied to ponytail, blue jeans and red sleeveless jacket over black t-shirt. She looked around and saw Jill, who stood up pointing her gun at her."Wait! don't shoot!" girl yelled."Get down!"Girl throw oneself to the floor and Jill fired her gun twice. Two zombies who were following girl, dropped dead to the floor, bullet hole on their forehead."Thanks, I owe you one" girl said and stood up.Jill walked to girl still keeping her left hand between her legs."I'm Claire" girl introduce oneself."Claire? Claire Redfield?" Jill asked."Yes, how did you know?""Chris has told me about you, I'm Jill, Jill Valentine"
Claire looked at the woman, who was dressed in blue miniskirt and blue shirt."You know Chris? where is he, is he all right?!""I don't know where he is, we got separated about an hour ago. I'm sure he is fine" Jill answered."How do you know him?""Chris and I are um....partners, we were on S.T.A.R.S together""Partners?" Claire asked, her eyebrows raised and a little smirk on her face."We can discuss this later, can you handle a gun?" Jill answered."Yes""That other zombie who followed you looks like a cop, see if he has a gun"Claire walked to the dead zombie and crouched next to it. She took pistol on it's belt and two clips. Claire stood up checking the gun and suddenly shefelt wetness between her legs. She had peed a little when she thought Jill was going to shoot her. Claire felt her crotch with left hand. There was wetspot between her legs. Now her bladder was screaming for relieve. Claire looked at Jill, the look on her face and the way she was holding her crotchtold her that she wasn't the only one with the full bladder. There was also little pee on Jill's legs.
"Is there bathroom here?" Claire asked and felt herself blushing a little."No, maybe those are outside, I was just..." Jill started.Suddenly there was horrible howl of fury and anger. Jill felt a short stream of pee escape in her panties, it sting her crotch and thighs. Claire looked around in fear, the thing that had done that noise must be close by."How much ammo you have?" Claire asked."Two clip, you?""Three clip"Claire was trembling from fear and desperation, her bladder has always been small. And the fact that she was almost peeing herself in fear didn't helpher at all.
Jill looked at the back door and then to the front door, there wasn't anyone closing in. Without warning something caught her attention, she didn'tsee it clearly before it jumped through window. Time seems to slow down and Jill looked in horror what has crashed in. New type of tyrant, it face wassame as the S.T.A.R.S killer in Raccoon City. Tyrant's left hand was like the earlier tyrant's, long deadly claws. Right hand was something different, it looked more like human's hand but there was huge eye below it's shoulder. Jill took aim and fired as the time seemed to accelerate.
Claire could only stand and watch. She looked straight to the eye and the eye stares back."No! Not this! Not again!" Claire thought.Fear rushed through her body and she thought she heard hissing sound from her crotch over the gunfire. She was peeing in her pants and she couldn't stop it, she was too afraid. She trembled and dropped to floor, she couldn't move a muscle, she could only sit there wetting herself. Hot urine soaked her jeans and formed a puddle under her butt. Jill was still firing hideous monster what had started to approach them."We need more firepower! We have to get out of here!" Jill yelled to Claire.Jill took aim and shot to the monster's eye on arm, it worked. Tyrant screamed in agony and lost focus on them. Jill ran to Claire and tried to get her up. Claire was still looking at the Tyrant and she was still peeing."Let's go!" Jill yelledClaire seemed to snap out of it and she nod, she felt her bladder finally being empty. Jill helped her up and they ran outside. Jill and Claire ran few blocks and stopped to take a break. Claire started to sob and she turned away from Jill. Jill felt sorry for her, Claire's jeans were soaking wet, there wasn't really any dry spot."It's okay" Jill said and put her arm on Claire's shoulder."No it's not, I didn't even help to fight that monster""Don't worry about that, let's go find safe place and think what to do"Claire turned to Jill and nod, her face was still wet from tears but she didn't sob anymore. Jill smiled at her, but inside she was sobbing. Claire wasn'tthe only one who had an accident. When Jill was shooting that Tyrant, she was also peeing herself.
Claire checked her gun again and Jill shaked her head a little and changed new clip in her gun. They looked each other, nodded and started to walk down the street.
TO BE CONTINUED or at least I hope you want me to continue this :) |
Alright I finally had time to write second part, so here it is.
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"Do you know what that thing was?" Claire asked, looking at Jill while they were slowly approaching next intersection."B.O.W, Umbrella's little pet" Jill answered."B.O.W?""Bio Organic Weapon, that one was Tyrant""You have encountered those things before?" Claire looked shocked.Jill stopped next to a building and looked around the corner, street looked empty. Claire looked to the another direction, there was at least 10 zombies."Let's go this way, we have to find gun shop" Jill said nodding towards empty street. Claire quickly looked at the direction they were coming and followed Jill."Have you heard about the Arklay Mansion incident?" Jill answered to earlier question."Chris told me about it, you were there too!""Yeah, we encountered Umbrella's first Tyrant there. Chris was able to destroy it"There was hungry moan from their right, two zombies was approaching them fast from the alley. Jill raised her weapon, but Claire fired twice before Jill had time to take aim. Both zombies fell on their back and didn't rise again."Chris taught you how to shoot?""Yes, but I also had to use gun in Raccoon City""You were in Raccoon City!""Yeah I went there to find Chris but the time I got there, streets were infested with zombies."Jill stopped and made sure it was safe before talking again."I was also in Raccoon City, made it out alive just before Umbrella blew it up""Chris was with you?" Claire asked."No, he had already escaped from city. I managed to survive with help of former Umbrella soldier""I got help from a cop, his name was Leon S. Kennedy. It was his first day""Never heard of him. I resigned from S.T.A.R.S after Arklay incident, no one believed that it was Umbrella's fault"Suddenly there was shriek from above. Jill looked up and saw Hunter Beta standing on rooftop. It was Human-Reptile, skin was dark and there was multiple tumours growing over it's head and back. Jill and Claire raised their weapons and started firing. Hunter leaped from the roof and landed behind them. At the same time windows shattered on the same building and zombies fell to the street, they stood up and started to approach them. There was at least six of them."Time to go!" Jill yelled over gunfire and reloaded her gun.Claire turned and shot zombie who got too close to them, then she turned back to Hunter and fired. Shit! her gun was jammed. Hunter shrieked and leaped towards them. Jill pushed Claire out of the way and dodged Hunter's claws. Claire stood up and ran to Jill."Go!" Jill yelled firing Hunter.Claire ran and Jill was right behind her, shooting Hunter at the same time."Look! there is gun shop!""Inside, hurry!" Jill yelled.Claire kicked gun shop door open and stepped aside so Jill could get in. Jill walked in shooting Hunter and Claire slammed the door shut after Jill got in and locked it.
"I think we are safe" Claire said breathing fast."Yeah I think so too""I can't believe it have only been two weeks since Raccoon City incident, I can't go through this nightmare again" Claire cursed.Jill looked around. Gun shop was small single room, there was gun racks on the walls but they were empty. Behind counter was a door."So what did you do after Raccoon City?" Jill asked and walked behind counter.Claire raised her head."I broke in one of Umbrella's office. I searched their database and learned that Chris is here, so I came here and..." Claire spread her arms."God got funny sense of humour, you get in two different city just to find war zone" Jill laughed."What did you do after Raccoon City?""I came here to lay low. I managed to contact Chris and heard that he was also here" Jill took two pistol ammo box under counter."Chris had hear rumors about new type of Tyrant, the one we ran in must be the one. About two hours ago Chris came to my apartment, he told me that Umbrella has found us" Jill continued and searched under counter again."Then what?" Claire asked."We were attacked by four Umbrella soldiers, we managed to kill three of them and the fourth was aiming at me and he would have kill me if it wasn't for Chris. He threw himself against soldier and they both crashed through window, we were on fifth floor. By the time I got in the alley Chris was gone and zombies were eating soldier's body, apparently Chris managed to land over him and survive the fall""Chris didn't have gun?""It looks that way or he was running low on ammunition so he had to escape. Anyway I rushed back to my apartment and waited there if Chris would come back, then I had to escape because zombies overran it""Then you ran into me?""Yeah"Claire walked to counter, Jill stood up and put five empty clip on the counter."This is all I can find, let's reload and get out of here" Jill said.Claire checked her gun and Jill put ammunition in clips. Jill handed three clips to Claire and took the rest of them to herself. Jill walked to back door and Claire brace herself. Jill pulled the door open and Claire went through. She was in back room, it was smaller than the shop, there was boxes on the floor and they looked like they were empty. Jill walked across the room to a door that looks like it could lead outside."Hey look at that" Claire said and kicked few boxs out of the way. There was pump action shotgun on the floor."Is it loaded?"Claire took shotgun and checked it."Yes""Take it, that Tyrant may find us"Claire strap the shotgun and walked behind Jill who open the door and step outside.
They were standing on the end of dimly lighted alley, there was few dead bodies and some blood over walls. Jill and Claire looked each other and started walking. Few bodies moaned hungrily, but they couldn't stand up or do anything they were pretty much shot in pieces. Claire felt little uneasy. Every time she was scared she had this urgent need to go to the bathroom and even now she felt her desperation growing. Alley turned sharply to the right, Jill peeked around the corner and keep on walking. Claire followed her and saw that there was burning car blocking their way."Great, what now?"Jill stopped near the car and look around. Claire turned her eyes to the way they were coming."There is no other way out of here, we have to go through sewers" Jill said.Claire turned around, Jill was looking at the hole on the ground. Sewer lid had been opened already. Claire step closer and quickly backed away."Oh god it reeks""We can't go back, this is the only way" Jill started to descent into the sewer."After this I really need to take a shower" Claire muttered."It looks like Umbrella has been here."Claire took deep breath and descended into the sewer. Jill was already walking into one direction. There was soldiers dead bodies all over the place. Sewer was lighted with flares. Claire ran after Jill."How do you know where to go?""I don't, let's just follow flares into next manhole and get out of here""Then what?""We should head for police station, see if there still is chopper on the roof""And maybe use bathroom" Claire thought by herself as she felt her desperation growing. She didn't want to pee in her pants again.Number of dead bodies started to grow and the stench got worse at every step they took. Sewer turned slightly to left and expanded into large empty space."Look there is manhole" Jill said.They step in the empty space, on their right was path to other part of the sewer. On their left was huge pile of dead bodies, there had to be hundredsof them."Now we know where this stench come from. Umbrella must been dumping bodies in here, but for what? These looks like they have been dead for days""Let's just get out of here" Claire said, she looked like she was going to be sick."Umbrella must have been trying to cover their doing." Jill walked closer to pile."Look! there is some mutation in these bodies, these are test subjects" Jill said."Test subjects!?""That Tyrant is based on human, so these are failures""I think I'm going to..."Jill looked to Claire, she kept her hand over her mouth. Claire fell on her knees and threw up. Jill walked to her and helped her up."I'm sorry, the stench""It's okay, let's get out of here"
Fresh air felt good in their lungs after that horrible stench. They were lucky because the manhole was open so they could quickly get out from sewers. Claire looked like she was going to throw up again but she said she would be fine, she just needed to rest for a minute. Jill look around, there wasn't any zombies nearby. Few dead bodies were lying on the street and on both direction of the street was burning cars, they created blockade."Great we are stuck again" Jill cursed."Look behind you" Claire said smiling.Jill turned around, they were standing in front of the police station. Front gate was open and front yard was full of dead bodies, front door was shattered."It looks like this place has been under attack" Claire said.Jill and Claire ran into the police station lobby. Lobby was medium round shaped, on the back was stairs to other floors and in the middle was info desk. On the sides of lobby was three door, they were all nailed shut. Whole lobby was covered in blood but there wasn't any bodies on sight."What happened here? where are all the bodies?" Claire asked looking shocked."Maybe somewhere outside" Jill said and walked to info desk."Can you check from that computer is the chopper still there?" Claire asked and followed Jill."There should be security camera on roof so yeah"Suddenly a weak voice came from behind the desk. Jill and Claire raised their weapons and go around the desk, Claire on the other side and Jill on the other. Police woman was sitting against desk, she was covered in blood and she was spitting lots of blood. She was dressed in police uniform, her hair was short and black, she look like she was only 19."Who...Who is it?" she was able to ask.Jill and Claire quickly crouched next to dying woman."I'm Jill and this is Claire, I was member of RPD special team S.T.A.R.S back in Raccoon City. Is the chopper still on the roof?""S.T.A.R.S...Umbrella soldiers...roof...blow up...chopper" woman said, her eyes rolled and she fell on her side, she was dead."It looks like she has been shot multiple times" Claire said as she leaned forward."We have to get on the roof now!" Jill stood up and hurried to the stairs."What? why?!""Umbrella is about to blow up the chopper"Claire take a look of woman one last time and hurried after Jill. They ran to the third floor, it was the only floor that door wasn't nailed to shut. Jill opened door and they ran through corridor, there was many doors but they ignore them. End of the corridor was door, over the door there was a sign that said it lead to roof. Claire kicked door open and Jill ran past her to the stairs that led to roof.
Chopper was still on the roof, there wasn't sign of anyone. Could they get out of this nightmare?"Maybe she was wrong, there is no one here" Claire said.Suddenly chopper blew up, blast wave hit Jill and Claire and they fell on their back."No!" Claire yelled.Jill stood up, Claire was still sitting on her butt but she got up as well. Jill look burning wreckage in horror, then she heard noises on right. Two Umbrella soldier dressed in all black was standing on the edge and they were aiming Jill and Claire with assault rifles."Take cover!" Jill yelled and pushed Claire behind concrete wall, at the same time soldiers open fire.Bullets hit the place they were just standing. Jill took a peek and quickly get back behind wall, bullets hit the wall."They are wearing kevlar, we have to shoot them in the head" Jill said."I'm sorry, my control hasn't been like it used to be"Jill looked at Claire who was blushing and looking down. Jill look at Claire's feets. Clear liquid was gushing out from Claire's grotch and around her ankles. She was peeing herself again. Shooting had stopped but there was different sounds."No! What are you!"Jill looked behind the wall, she saw other soldier flying to the air and then he fell down past roof. Other soldier was still standing on the edge but his abdomen was pierced with long glaws. Huge monster was standing next to him, it was Tyrant. Soldier puked blood through his mask, Tyrant let low howl and then it raised other hand and hit him with fist. Sound of breaking neck echoed in the night, Tyrant threw dead soldier down from the roof and it turned it's eyes to Jill. It knew they were there. Jill looked at Claire who was still peeing, her face showed fear. Tyrant's howl of fury echoed in their ears. Stream from Claire's grotch suddenly got stronger and she started to cry in fear. Jill felt fear rushing into her bladder and shesuddenly also felt the urge to go to the bathroom.
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Phew, I finally finished the third part. I have been busy so it took longer to write, I barely have had time to sleep. So here is the third part.
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Tyrant started to approach them, every massive step it took shook the roof. It would get to them in matter of seconds. Jill checked her gun and took a deep breath, she looked at Claire."Claire we have to get out of here"Claire shook her head, she was too afraid to do anything. Jill knew she had no other choices, she had to fight with Tyrant. Jill jumped out behind wall and took aim, Tyrant was few steps away from her. She fired twice and dodged away from Tyrant's claws. Jill ran to halfway of the roof and raised her gun, she fired again. Tyrant didn't even flinch, it didn't seem to even notice the bullets. Tyrant turned around and look at Jill, at least Jill got it's attention. She backed away and fired until clip was empty, she quickly changed new clip in her gun and continued to fire. Tyrant took few steps towards her and suddenly it started to run. Shit! It was fast, very fast. Jill barely had time to dodge claws, they missed her by inch. She lunged forward and ran, Tyrant jumped over Jill and landed in front of her. Jill fell on her butt, she backed away and got up. Tyrant howled in rage and ran towards Jill, it raised left hand and hit from up to down. Jill jumped away and it didn't hit her, claws went through roof. It was stuck. Jill took some distance between them, she fired Tyrant to head and chest. It had no effect, Tyrant just got angry and it pulled off claws from roof. Gun was empty again and Jill reached for new clip, Tyrant ran towards her and hit with fist. Jill dodged it by leaning to side, she stared to arm eye for second and Tyrant hit her with the back of the hand. Jill flew to air and Tyrant also hit her with claws. She felt sharp pain in her abdomen and saw blood gush from the wounds. Jill fell to edge of the roof and she hit her head in the concrete. Jill's vision was blurred and she saw everything in two, she also had hellish headache. Tyrant approached her, Jill had managed to keep her gun and she fired, except the gun was empty. She tried to get new clip, but her coordination wasn't good, she managed to find new clip but she couldn't put it in her gun. Tyrant was now only few steps from her. Fear rushed through her body and took control of her bladder, warm urine started to gush in her panties. It quickly soaked her panties and skirt, soon she was lying in puddle of her urine and she was still peeing like Niagara Falls. Tyrant raised left hand for the killing strike. Suddenly shot was fired and Tyrant swayed. Jill looked right and saw Claire walking towards them, shotgun in her hands. Claire fired again and Tyrant step one step backwards, shotgun seemed to have enough power to make some damage. Jill tried to put clip in her pistol, but she was still very dizzy. At least she managed to take control of her bladder, but it was still very full. Claire fired and Tyrant backed away, it was now standing few steps away from edge. Claire pumped shotgun and fired, Jill heard click sound, shotgun was empty. Claire threw shotgun away and draw pistol, she fired and didn't stop. Tyrant howled and started to approach Claire. Claire stopped and took aim, she fired in the Tyrant's arm eye. Tyrant started to scream in agony, it backed away all the way to edge. Claire started to walk again and she fired to eye. Tyrant was smarter than that, it covered the eye with left hand and howled in fury. Claire didn't stop instead she started to run towards Tyrant firing her gun at same time. Jill suddenly realised what Claire had in mind."Claire no! Don't do it!"Claire jumped in front of Tyrant before it raised left hand and kicked Tyrant to chest. Tyrant swayed backwards and it stumbled on edge, Tyrant fell of the roof. Claire was breathing fast and she looked down from edge. Jill sighed in relieve, her bladder muscles gave up and she was peeing again. Jill closed her eyes and fainted after her bladder was empty.
Jill regain consciousness, she was lying on the floor on her side. There was many desks in a row so she thought that she was in some sort of office. Jill heard footsteps on her left."Are you alright?"Jill raised her head. It was Claire, she was standing next to her."Yeah I think so, I just have hellish headache""I couldn't find any First Aid Spray to your wound so I cleaned it and put bandage to it"Jill stood up to sitting position and looked down. She had no shirt on, instead she was wrapped in white bandage which was stained in blood. Bandage covered her abdomen area and her breasts, blood stains was on her abdomen area."Your shirt was pretty much torn apart and uh....""Wet?""Yeah"Claire was suddenly blushing."You don't need to be embarrassed, I know that I peed in my panties""No! it's not that" Claire said shaking her head and turned away.Jill looked at Claire and then she remembered that she wasn't wearing bras. So Claire must be embarrassed about seeing Jill's boobs."Where are we?" Jill asked and stood up, she felt dizzy."Take it easy" Claire said and hurried to help Jill to stand on her feets.Jill leaned to wall and closed her eyes to steady her head."We are still in police station, I didn't dare to drag you any further" Claire answered."We can't stay here, Tyrant may find us""I don't think it's coming back soon"Jill opened her eyes and looked at Claire."How long I was unconscious?" she asked."One hour maybe more" Claire answered.Jill look around. Room was small, there was door behind them on their left. Six desks was on other side of the room, there was wide desk on their left and big communication radio on right."Does that work?" Jill asked pointing radio."I don't know how to use it so I have no idea" Claire said.Jill walked to radio and pushed few buttons, nothing happened. She tried again and nothing happened, Jill hit radio with her fist."It's busted, maybe those Umbrella soldiers destroyed this""So now what we do?" Claire asked."Let me think a second, how much ammo we have?""You have last clip in your gun and I have two clips" Claire answered."Maybe we should check the hospital, there might be chopper on the roof""Alright""But first let's find some clothes, there should be locker rooms in the basement"Claire nodded, Jill checked her gun and walked to door. Jill opened door and walked to corridor, Claire was right behind her. Corridor was empty and quiet. They walked to their right all the way to end of corridor and went through door to stairs. Claire look to lobby over railing, there wasn't anyone."Body of that cop is gone" Claire said"I don't think it's in here"Jill was already walking down the stairs, Claire hurried after her.
Basement corridor was full of blood and body parts, there was also piles that looked like human organs. They had to go to lobby first and then take stairs down to basement."What happened here?" Claire asked."Looks like zombies overran this place""I don't think zombies did this" Claire said and crouched next to leg."So let's be extremely careful" Jill said and looked left and right."What do you suggest, should we split up?" Claire said and stood up."No, it's better to stay together""So which way?""Let try this one" Jill said and walked to left.Corridor turned left and then right. Jill walked few steps ahead of Claire, suddenly there was sound from above. Corridor's roof suddenly crashed and large pile of concrete came down. Jill lunged forward, Claire stood where she was and covered her head with arms. Corridor was full of dust. Jill coughed and look behind, pile of concrete was blocking the way. There wasn't way through it."Claire! are you alright?!""Jill? yes I'm alright, you?" Claire's voice was faint but clear."Yeah I'm fine, it looks like we have to split up""Okey, where do we meet?""There must to be car park near by, I meet you there""Alright, good luck"Jill took deep breath and ran to end of corridor where it turned right. There was two doors on right side of the corridor. Jill tried the first door, it was locked. She walked to next door and suddenly the first door flew open, Hunter Beta jumped to corridor and shrieked. Jill tried the door, it was open. She quickly went through it and looked around, she was standing in small square room. There was many shelves in middle and racks on walls. She was standing in weapon room. Door behind her flew open and Jill fell to floor, Hunter jumped in and turned around, it look straight at Jill. Fear rushed through her veins, pistol would be useless. Then she spotted something behind Hunter. Wooden box on the floor, there was label on it that said: grenades. Jill took aim and fired, praying that it would work. Bullets hit the box and it exploded. Hunter shrieked as blast wave hit it and tossed it across the room, Hunter was dead before it hit the wall. Jill was still lying on floor covering her head, she carefully raised her head and looked around. Room was on fire, Jill got up and examined her surrounding more carefully. Everything she could use was on fire, there was nothing useful remaining in there. Jill started turning around and make her way to door when she spotted more grenade boxes on floor near the first one, and they were on fire."Oh shit!"Explosion was huge, blast wave hit Jill and tossed her out from room. She flew to corridor wall and hit her head, she passed out before falling to floor.
Claire had made her way to other storage where was only riot gears, when explosion shaked the whole building. Little pieces of concrete fell from roof and few shelves fell down."Jill!"Claire looked around, room was pretty small and there was only shelves in middle and riot shields on walls. Claire turned around and exited the room, she standed in corridor again. On her right was corner and behind that corner was corridor where the basement door was, on her left was still two doors before corridor turned right. She had to find that car park and then make her way to Jill, she could be hurt or worse. Claire walked to next door and opened it. Room was huge, full of gym machines. There seemed to be any useful items. Claire closed the door and walked to third door, she opened it and looked inside. It was small cleaning closet, there was nothing more than cleaning equipment. Two hungry moans came from right, Claire raised her gun turning right at the same time. Corridor was empty, she lowered her gun little and approached corner. Claire took a quick peek behind corner. Two zombies were lying on the floor, they didn't have arms or legs so they couldn't move. Claire go round them and walked to door at the end of corridor, she opened it and went through. Car park was huge, there was six police car parked. At the end of car park was ramp to ground level, armored police vehicle was blocking the way out. Claire walked few steps and looked around, there had to be other door somewhere. Huge office was on her left side, maybe there was one behind it. Claire walked towards office and suddenly something grabbed her leg, she fell on ground and gun slip from her hand. Pistol slid under police car. Claire turned on her back and looked what had grabbed her leg, it was zombie. Claire quickly kicked it in head, zombie let go and Claire backed away. Suddenly many hungry moans came from every directions, at least eight zombies raised behind cars and started to approach her. Claire started to panic, she was surrounded. Her body acted like from habit, she felt warmth starting to spread in her pants again. As she emptied her bladder in her pants, she also felt strange feeling in her abdomen and suddenly something heavy dropped in her pants. Claire's eyes widened as she realised what had happened, she curled up in ball like shape as zombies approached her slowly without any change of her to escape."Help!" Claire cried out.
Jill's head was already aching and now the pain was even greater, she slowly stood up and leaned against the wall. Her head was spinning and it was hard to stay on her feets. Weapon room was totally destroyed, large piles of concrete was everywhere in room and also in corridor. Jill picked up her gun and then she heard a distant cry of help."Claire!"Jill started running towards end of corridor where it turned right, her head was still spinning so she staggered across the corridor. She turned right at the end and saw that corridor was long, there was two doors at the right side of the corridor and one at the end. Sounded like cries came behind the door at the end of corridor."Hang on Claire! I'm coming!"Jill ran to door at the end and tried it, it was locked."Great, just my luck"Jill raised gun, took aim and fired twice to lock mechanism. Door opened and Jill kicked it fully open. She was standing in car park, there was office on her right and two police car parked on her left. There wasn't a sight of Claire anywhere. Then she heard sounds behind the office. Jill quickly ran past office. Claire was lying in the middle of car park and nine zombies was approaching her, they were all dressed as cops."Claire!""Jill help!"Jill quickly took aim and started killing zombies. They fell to ground one by one and when there was three remaining Jill's gun made a click sound. Shit! her gun was empty and she didn't have any clips left."Jill!"Claire tossed a clip towards Jill. Time seemed to slow down. Jill catched clip from mid air and jammed it in her gun, zombie was bending over Claire and was ready to bite. Jill took aim and killed the remaining zombies. Time returned to normal and Claire stood up slowly."Are you alright?" Jill asked and walked to Claire."Yes, I..." Claire seemed tearful.Jill opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, when Claire lunged to hug her."I pooped in my pants" Claire said and bursted into tears.Jill hugged back and didn't let go, she felt sorry for Claire. Claire cried against her shoulder and Jill lowered her left hand and felt the back of Claire's pants. Jill felt a bulge, there was definitely poop in Claire's pants. They stood there couple minutes hugging each others, Claire finally was able to pull herself together and stop crying. Claire took few steps back and wiped her tears."Thank you" Claire said."It's okay, you can let it all out. I'm right here" Jill said, her voice full of sympathy.Claire was able to smile a little, Jill smiled back."There was two door that I didn't check, I think those are locker rooms" Jill said and turned around."Finally! but wait, we have to find my gun first""Where is it?""I think it slid under one of the cars"They separated to check under cars, after two cars Clare found the gun."Alright let's go" Claire said.
Jill and Claire went to corridor where Jill had came from, they checked the first room. By the look of it, it seemed like men's locker room. Large, full of lockers, naked girl posters on the walls, couple punching bags and other manly stuff. Next room was women's locker room. It was same size as men's room, same amount of lockers but there was horse posters and other girly posters on the walls. Jill thought that maybe it was more like a inside joke. They started to check the lockers but there was only few lockers that wasn't locked. Jill opened first one, it was full of sex toys and there was many pictures of same woman posing in different positions naked."Now this is naughty" Jill said and closed locker."Jill here, I found you a shirt"Jill turned around, Claire closed locker and tossed black shirt to Jill. Jill examined it more carefully, it was dress shirt with short sleeves. Jill put it on and buttoned up. It fit perfectly, it put little pressure on her boobs but it didn't matter. Jill walked to next locker that wasn't locked, Claire was already examining other one. Jill opened the locker and looked inside. There was only light blue jeans, sneakers and towel."Have you found anything?" Jill asked and took jeans out from locker, it looked like it fit for her."Yeah I found cycling shorts, you?" Claire answered."I found jeans. I also found towel, we can use it to clean ourselves"Jill undress her skirt and blue panties, panties were soaking wet and skirt was wet from the back. She took towel from locker and started to wipe herself. Jill took a quick peek to Claire, she had undress her jeans and was looking at the floor. Claire was still dressed in her panties, they were pink but had darkened from all the pee, there was also a bulge on the back of panties. Jill turned her eyes away from Claire, she felt like Claire needed a little time by herself."Here's the towel, you can use it" Jill said and put towel on the bench that was between her and Claire."Thanks"Claire undress her panties looking at the other way and tossed them in the locker, she didn't want to look at them. She could still feel that poop on her butt. Claire took the towel from bench and started wiping herself, Jill had already put jeans on. She looked kinda cute in them. Claire tossed towel to floor after she had cleaned herself, she had already taken shorts from locker so she put them on."Alright I'm ready" Claire said.Jill turned around, shorts that Claire was wearing was black and they seemed to fit perfectly."Alright, but I think we should drink something before we leave" Jill said and pointed vending machine near the door."Yeah, you're probably right"Jill walked to vending machine and examined it a moment, then she kicked it few times and couple tin cans of lemonade dropped from it. She picked them up and tossed one to Claire, they sit down to bench and started drinking. After ten minutes they had drink enough, both of them had drank five tin cans.
It took them almost half an hour to reach hospital, even though it was only few blocks away. After they had drank enough they went through car park pass the armored vehicle and got outside. After that they had to go round many zombies, because they didn't want to waste any more ammo. Hospital's lobby was huge, full of benches and dead bodies. There wasn't sign of any zombies."You think it's safe to proceed?" Claire asked."Yeah, this is our last chance. There probably aren't any choppers elsewhere" Jill answered.She walked to middle of lobby and Claire followed her, no sign of anyone."Hopefully elevators work, otherwise we have to take the stairs" Jill said and walked to elevators that were on the left side of the lobby.She pushed buttons on both elevator, nothing happened. Jill shaked her head and walked back to Claire."Looks like we have to take stairs" Claire smirked.Stairs was at the end of the lobby opposite side of the front door. Jill and Claire slowly walked to stairs and started to ascend them. On the second floor they had to stop, stairs to third floor was on fire."This will slow us down, we have to find another way to roof" Jill cursed."Or maybe we can use extinguisher? if we can find one"Jill nodded and looked around the corridor, there wasn't any extinguisher on sight. Corridor was like after war, there was grenade blast marks all over the place and gun cartridges."Has the Umbrella been here?" Claire asked after she saw dead man who had been shot to chest."It looks like it, or other survivors""But why would they shoot other survivors?""Maybe to take the chopper for themselves, we have to hurry" Jill answered.They ran down the corridor and turned right. They passed many doors, every door had name tags on them that indicated who was doctor in that room."Jill wait!" Claire suddenly said.Jill turned around, Claire was standing few feets behind her. Jill walked to Claire and looked at the door which Claire was looking. It had different kind of tag. There wasn't name on it, it said: supplies."Maybe we should see if we can find medical supplies" Claire said."Yeah, aspirin would be great""And First Aid Spray, for your wound"Claire pushed door open and they looked inside. It was big room full of closets and vitrines, there was also big table in the middle. Jill walked to one vitrine and looked inside, there was many bottles of different medicines. few bottles had label that said: aspirin. Jill took one bottle and opened it, she took two pills from it and swallowed them. She walked slowly around the room and checked every vitrine and closet. Every useful medical item had already been taken."There is nothing useful here, have you found something?" Jill asked and walked to Claire.Claire had been standing in front of same closet all the time. Jill looked into closet, it was full of different pack of adult diapers. There was many brands and different sizes. Jill turned her eyes to Claire who was looking at her, maybe she was thinking same as Jill was thinking."I won't tell anyone" Claire said."Neither do I" Jill answered.Claire took one pack of medium size diapers from closet and ripped it open. She handed one diaper to Jill and took one for herself. Jill looked at diaper little confused, she didn't know how to put it on. Claire had already lowered her shorts and put the diaper on, she pulled shorts back on. Jill saw diaper bulging under Claire's shorts, she could easily tell that Claire was wearing diaper."What's the matter?" Claire asked."How do you put this on?""It's rather easy, here let me help you"Claire walked to Jill and took diaper from Jill's hand."Lower your jeans"Jill lowered her jeans to knees. Claire set diaper between Jill's legs and fastened tapes."You see, it's not hard" Claire said, suddenly she started to blush and she turned away."Thank you, it nothing to be ashamed of" Jill said and pulled her jeans back on."Maybe you're right"Jill walked to Claire and gave few pats on her diapered bottom."Let's go" Jill said while smiling at Claire."Yeah, okay" Claire answered to smile.Claire and Jill took a final glance to diaper closet and exited the room.
TO BE CONTINUED
I hope there wasn't many grammar errors :) And again let me know what you think about this part, I appreciate all the comments. It helps me to write better and maybe gives me ideas. Next part will be the last, however I haven't fully decided it yet. So if you want to see certain features like more pooping or so on, please tell me. Maybe I get more ideas and the next part won't be the last. |
I decided that this is second last part, so here it is.
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Jill and Claire walked down the corridor, number of bodies increased little by little. There was ordinary civilians as well as doctors and nurses, all of them had been shot to death. Mostly to the chest."This looks like Umbrella's doing" Jill said."Yeah, I don't think survivors would shoot this many people" Claire answered.They stopped at end of the corridor where was t-junction. Right corridor was on fire and large part of it had been collapsed."Why I get the feeling that Umbrella didn't want anyone to investigate whole hospital?" Claire asked."In Raccoon City they had secret labs in Raccoon General Hospital, I would not be surprised if they have few in here"They walked down the corridor on their left."Look! There is door to staircase" Claire said pointing to end of the corridor.They were halfway there when suddenly all the lights turned off."What a perfect timing for power cut" Jill cursed."I can't see anything" Claire said."Let's just move slowly, take my hand"Claire fumble for Jill's hand and found it."Alright, let's go" Claire said, her voice trembling a little.They took few slow steps when there was loud shattering sounds from their left and right. It was quiet for a second and then many hungry moans. They were surrounded by zombies and they could not see them."Oh shit! run!" Jill yelled."But I still can't see!""Just run!"They ran forward still holding each others hand, Claire felt decaying hands trying to grab her. She started to panic and scream but soon they stopped and Jill opened door in front of them.
They stood in dark staircase, Claire was breathing fast and was still in panic. She heard Jill closing the door."Calm down" Jill whispered."How can I calm down if we can't see anything?" Claire answered."Emergency power should activate soon""Shouldn't it be activated already, I mean we are in hospital" Claire said."There must be something wrong with generator""Well that helps me alot!""Just wait"Lights turned back on after half a minute. They could finally take a look around. Staircase was empty, it was pretty narrow but it was still intact."Let's go" Jill said.She walked up the stairs to next floor and stopped. She looked down the stairs, Claire had walked few steps and stopped. Claire was squeezing her crotch."What's wrong?" Jill asked."I think I peed a little, I'm not sure""Well it's a good thing that we have these diapers on""Yeah" Claire said and walked to Jill."It looks like we can go all the way to roof" Jill said looking up.Loud howl of fury echoed in staircase and made them jump, it sounded like it came from first floor."How did it found us?" Claire asked."We don't want to find out, come on! We don't have enough bullets to fight that thing"They made it to fourth floor when loud shattering noise came from first floor. Tyrant was in the staircase. Jill took a look down to first floor. Tyrant was staring back. Memories rushed in her eyes as she looked at that hideous face, was that Tyrant as indestructible as the S.T.A.R.S killer in Raccoon City?"Jill come on! we can get to roof!" Claire was already on fifth floor.Jill ran to fifth floor and Claire pointed to one more stairs that led to roof. Thundering footsteps told them that Tyrant was on stairs. Jill and Claire ran last stairs up to door that led to roof. Claire tried the door, it was locked. Jill throw oneself against the door using her shoulder, it didn't have any effect. Tyrant howled below and it started running. Jill and Claire both throw oneself against the door, it still had no effect. Claire fired lock mechanism twice and they threw themselves against the door again. Door felt like it was giving up. Thundering running steps sounded like Tyrant was on third floor. Jill and Claire looked each others and threw themselves against the door, it flew open.
Roof was wide and there was few air-condition duct. Helipad was on left of the roof, there was burning wreckage of chopper on it."I can't believe this!" Jill yelled."Looks like Umbrella was here" Claire said.Jill kicked nearest air-condition duct, Claire looked at her. There was tears on Jill's face because of frustration."So this is the end?" Claire asked."No! We can't die here, I won't let Umbrella win" Jill answered and ran to edge of the roof."We can jump here to the next building" Jill said.Claire walked to her and looked at the distance between hospital and next building."We can't make it" Claire said."We have to!"Jill backed away and ran towards the edge, she jumped and Claire watched in horror and disbelief as Jill landed on next building. Claire backed away, she took a deep breath and ran. She jumped at the edge but her jump was too short, she barely grabbed the edge of next building."Help!" Claire yelled as her hands slipped and she fell.Jill grabbed Claire's arm."I got you" Jill said, she was lying on her stomach."Don't let me fall!"Claire suddenly felt her bottom burning, she was peeing in her diaper. She couldn't stop peeing, she had totally lost control over her bladder over the night. Jill began to raise Claire to roof when loud howling echoed in the night, Tyrant was on hospital's roof. Jill looked up, Tyrant was staring back and then it started approaching. Fear rushed through Jill's body slowly. First her heart began to beat rapidly, next she felt strange feeling in her bladder and finally her bladder muscles gave up. Hot urine gushed in her diaper like water from firehose, soon diaper was soaking wet and burning hot. Jill felt fear easing up a little. Diaper gave secure feeling so she didn't felt shame about peeing herself. With massive steps, Tyrant would get to them in few seconds. Jill looked at Claire, her face was full of horror. Neither of them couldn't do anything to protect themselves."Leave me, save yourself" Claire said."No! I won't leave you!""It's the only way, run!" Claire's eyes was full of tears.Claire let go of her grip from Jill's hand and she fell. Time slowed down. Jill yelled and memories rushed in her eyes; S.T.A.R.S killer killing Brad, she wouldn't let down her friend again. Jill reached down and got a grip from Claire's hand. Tyrant howled and burst of assault rifle echoed around, Tyrant backed away few steps. Time returned to normal. Jill looked behind her, man dressed as cop was standing in middle of the roof. Cop was aiming Tyrant with assault rifle. He had short dark hair and long beard."Hurry, get out of here!" cop yelled."This is our chance" Jill said to Claire and Claire nodded.Man shot few short burst towards Tyrant as Jill raised Claire to roof."We can use fire escape on the other side" Jill said.Claire ran to other side but Jill stopped next to man."Thank you, who are you?" Jill asked."My name is not important, now go!""I won't forget this...""Just go!"Tyrant leaped from hospital to same roof where they were standing. Man pulled trigger and Jill ran to fire escape.
Jill and Claire ran down the street, gunfire and Tyrant's howling echoed in their ears few blocks and suddenly it was quiet."Do you think he survived?" Claire asked."I hope so""So what we do now?""I honestly don't know"Jill stopped and sat down to street. Claire looked around making sure it was safe to stop before she sat next to Jill."We both have one clip left in our guns?" Jill said."Yeah""We have to find ammunition or more guns""So what do you suggest?" Claire asked."Let's find a map first""I thought you know this city""I didn't have time to study city map"Few zombies moaned somewhere."Let's go" Jill said and stood up.Claire stood up and they ran to next intersection. Street on left was blocked by burning cars and zombies, street on right was also blocked by zombies. Street in front was blocked by burning wreckage of building that had fallen."Great, we're stuck" Claire cursed."We can't go back, look! there is small alley""But if we go there and it leads to dead end, we are trapped""We really don't have other choices"Claire sighed and followed Jill to left, they turned right before zombies. Zombies noticed them and slowly followed them to alley. Alley was pretty narrow and dimly lighted. It turned left and right many times, there was few trash cans and many dead zombies. Claire turned left again and saw that Jill had stopped, they were at dead end."That's it, we're doomed" Claire cried."No, let's hope this door is open" Jill said.She walked to left wall and tried door that Claire hadn't seen earlier. Door was unlocked. Claire sighed in relief and followed Jill to inside.
Jill locked door behind them and they both sat down to floor."Let's not take any more chance like that" Claire panted."I agree" Jill answered."Where are we?""Only one way to find out" Jill stood up.Claire examined room from the floor. It looked like shop's backroom. Large, full of boxes and other wares. Jill moved slowly to other door that was across the room, she opened it slightly and peeked in. It was dark inside but it was large hall, they were definitely in shop."I don't see any zombies inside but it is dark" Jill whispered."There is fuse box near you"Jill looked behind her and smirked, she hadn't seen the fuse box. Claire stood up and Jill examined fuse box, after few seconds power turned on. Jill opened door fully and walked to hall, Claire followed her. It turned out that they were in clothing store."Good, let's find panties. I want to get out of this wet diaper" Jill said."You had accident too?""Yeah, now help me find panties. Or do you want to wear wet diaper?""Well I..." Claire started but stopped.Jill looked at Claire and Claire blushed."After Raccoon City I have had nightmares and I have been wetting my bed ever since, so I have to wear diapers every night""Well if you want to wear that diaper, I won't stop you" Jill said."No, I don't want to wear this. I mean that I am used to this, I mean..." Claire turned her face away."Hey don't be ashamed, I didn't mean it" Jill quickly said.Claire wiped her tears and looked at Jill who was smiling friendly, Claire smiled back."I won't tell anyone" Jill said.Claire nodded and they spread out to look around. Claire examined left side of the store while Jill examined right side."I found them" Claire yelled after few minutes.Jill walked to place where Claire was standing. There was tens of panties on display. Suddenly they heard footsteps but they sounded weird. They didn't sound like human's footsteps. Claire and Jill raised their guns and waited, soon they saw what made those footsteps. It was big doberman, it skin was ripped off and it growled angrily. Jill and Claire opened fire, doberman dodged first few bullets but then Claire took careful aim and landed shot."Nice shot" Jill said."Thanks" Claire smiled.Jill ejected clip from her gun and weighted it."I have half clip left" Jill said.Claire did same as Jill."I'm almost out of bullets"Jill put clip back in her gun and looked at panties. She picked up black panties and put it and gun on closest table. She undress her jeans and diaper. Claire stood still looking at panties. She couldn't decide which one was more embarrassing, peeing her pants or wearing a diaper. Jill had already cleaned herself with shirt from behind her and put panties on."Are you alright?" Jill asked."What? yeah, I'm alright"They stared each other for few seconds and then Jill walked to Claire. Claire hold her breath as Jill lowered Claire's shorts and undress diaper. Jill cleaned Claire's crotch with shirt and backed away few steps. Jill picked red panties and walked back to Claire. Claire closed her eyes as Jill put panties and shorts on Claire."Thanks" Claire said."My pleasure" Jill said pulling her jeans on.Jill and Claire walked to counter that was near the front door and Jill looked under it."I found a map" Jill said."So where are we?" Claire asked and walked next to Jill."I have no idea""Look! Store owner has marked this place with circle""We are almost in middle of the city" Jill cursed."Can we make it out on foot?""No, It's too dangerous. Well look at that, there is small airfield near. That is our last chance" Jill answered.Suddenly sound of breaking glass filled store. Claire and Jill ran to left side of the store, man was lying on the floor. Man dressed as a cop."Isn't that the same man who helped us?" Claire asked.Jill crouched next to man and turned him around, it was same man who helped them on roof. Man's abdomen had been pierced with long claws. Jill stood up and look out from the window, Tyrant was approaching store."It's toying with us" Jill said.Claire walked to Jill and look out from the window."What do we do now?!" Claire asked."We can't fight it, we have to get to airfield"Claire and Jill ran to front door and went outside. Tyrant howled in fury.
Thundering steps followed them as they ran down the street. Tyrant was lot faster than they, it would get them."Go, I try to hold it" Jill yelled and turned around."What?! No! You get yourself killed""Just go!"Claire ran to nearest alley as Jill opened fire. Claire watched in horror as Tyrant ran towards Jill and landed blow with fist on Jill's abdomen. It had enought power to send Jill flying. Jill hit a car few feets behind her and whirled over it."No!" Claire screamed.Tyrant turned to Claire and howled. Claire turned around and ran, tears flew from her eyes as she turned left and right in alley. Tyrant was right behind her. Claire ran into apartment building and didn't stop, she ran to next floor and into one apartment. Without thinking Claire ran forward and jumped through window, at the same time apartment door shattered as Tyrant ran through it. Claire landed on the street, she rolled few times and stopped at the car. Every inch of her body was aching. Tyrant howled in apartment."Come on let's go"It was Jill! She helped Claire up, Jill was holding her left hand over the right rib."Jill! Thank god you are alive! Are you alright?""I think I broke few ribs but yeah I'm alright"Jill and Claire hurried to next intersection and turned right. Claire helped Jill and they stopped at next intersection."I think we lost it" Claire said."It will find us, let me think a moment""Where to now?"On their right was dead end, on their front was tunnel and on left was empty street."We have to go left, I remember that tunnel from the map" Jill answered.Jill and Claire took few steps to left, when there was loud noises from the tunnel. They raised guns and looked each others quickly. Maybe ten creatures walking on all four emerged from tunnel. Creatures had exposed brain tissues and they had no skin. Claire had encountered these creatures before, she knew them as 'Lickers'. More Lickers emerged from tunnel. Unprecedented fear rushed through Jill's body, she felt her whole body shaking. Jill lowered her gun, it would be useless. Her heart beat rapidly and fear brought tears to her eyes. Suddenly Jill felt her jeans getting wet, she was peeing herself and she couldn't stop it. Her bladder emptied itself in her pants like a Niagara Falls. Jill also felt strange feeling in her lower abdomen and soon something heavy dropped in her panties and she was still peeing. She felt the bulge on her bottom and knew that she had just pooped herself. Claire was also trembling in fear, her face was distorted from fear. Her eyes was full of tears and she was also peeing herself. Claire also felt strange feeling in her lower abdomen and soon she emptied full load in her pants."Mommy" Claire whispered.
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Alright I finally finished the last part. There might be many grammatical errors because I kinda rushed with the ending, so I apologise.
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As Lickers slowly approached them, Jill examined the surrounding. There was apartment building near them, they were maybe able to get in that if they ran as fast as they could."Claire run into that building when I give a mark""What's the point? we are going to die""Get a grip, we are not dead yet"Few Lickers stopped and screeched. Jill raised gun and fired one bullet to Licker's exposed brain tissues, it screeched but bullet didn't really do any damage. Other Lickers stopped and screeched too."Now!" Jill yelled.Claire was still crying but she started running after Jill. Behind them Lickers followed them, Jill didn't dare to look back but it sounded like they were fast. Jill kicked building door open and quickly looked around the lobby, Claire ran in and Jill closed door. There was vending machine near the door and Jill ran behind it, she pushed it with her shoulder and Claire ran to help her. They managed to push vending machine in front of door."That won't hold them off for long" Claire said."You know what they are?" Jill asked."I encountered those in Raccoon City, police had named those 'Lickers'"There was sound of breaking windows on next floor."Lickers can climb falls, they can't see but they're hearing is extremely sharp" Claire said."Then we have to be quiet" Jill said, she was sitting on floor and looked little pale."Are you alright?" Claire asked."Yeah, I just need a minute""We can't stay here""Just give me a minute"Claire looked around. There was mailboxes on right side of the corridor, further away there was stairs and next to it was elevator. Corridor turned left after elevator, there was also sign that read: Exit."Jill! there is backdoor, let's go"Jill didn't answer, Claire turned around and looked at her. Jill was lying against vending machine and she wasn't moving."Jill?" Claire crouched next to Jill.Suddenly front door shattered as Licker jumped through it. Claire backed away until her back touched wall. Licker turned its head and listened. Claire's heart was beating rapidly and it was miracle that Licker hadn't heard it yet. Licker started to approach Claire and it turned its head left and right. Suddenly it stopped and turned its head to Jill, long tongue emerged from Licker's mouth and it felt Jill with it. Claire gasped quietly and Licker turned its head towards Claire. Licker approached Claire but it still didn't know that she was there. Claire hold her breath as Licker stopped just few centimeters away from her. It turned its head slowly, trying to find some sound. Claire closed her eyes and prayed for God, fear was too much forher to handle and soon she felt her crotch burning again. Licker screeched and Claire opened her eyes."Oh no! not now!" she thought.Licker lowered its head, it must have heard hissing sound from Claire's crotch. Tongue emerged from Licker's mouth and it felt stream from Claire's crotch with it. Excessive fear made Claire's body function in accelerated speed and she made another mess in her pants. Licker screeched again, it now knew that Claire was there."Oh god"Suddenly three shots were fired and Licker fell to floor dead. Claire's eyes were full of tears because she thought she was going to die and because she made another mess, she blinked her eyes. Jill was aiming Licker with gun and when it was sure it wouldn't get up, she dropped gun and fell on her side."Jill! thank god, I thought you were dead""I just passed out, I think I have internal bleeding"Claire stood up and walked to Jill, as she walked she felt uncomfortable. Mess in her pants had spread on her bottom and she still had bulge on her pants."Jill we have to go now!"Few Lickers screeched outside, there was also loud noises from next floor."Yeah you're right" Jill said.Claire helped Jill to stood up and bend over to pick up Jill's gun."It's empty" Jill said.Claire helped Jill to walk towards Exit sign, two Lickers jumped in through front door. Claire fired few times towards Lickers and then her gun made click sound, it was empty."Great, now we don't have any weapons" Claire said and dropped her gun.Lickers jumped towards them, but Jill and Claire had already turned left after elevator and went through backdoor.
Jill and Claire stood at the end of long alley, there was few dead bodies but otherwise it was empty. Backdoor was made from wood so it wouldn't hold Lickers for long, there was also windows above the door. They ran towards street and were half way through when door shattered and windows broke. Claire quickly glanced behind and sighed in fear, she count at least six Lickers crawling on walls and running on alley. Claire and Jill ran to street and Claire quickly looked around. There was road blocks on their right and few zombies, left side was empty but they couldn't outrun Lickers. On other side of the street was few stores and one looked like heavily barricaded."That's our only chance to survive" Claire said.They hurried across the street and made it inside the store just in time. Claire locked the door and Jill staggered to counter and sat down to floor."I think we are safe in here" Claire said."I need to rest for few minutes" Jill said."Alright, you rest for a moment. I try to find something we can use as a weapon"Jill closed her eyes and Claire examined her surrounding more carefully. Store was larger than it looked from outside, there was many shelves but they all were empty. On the floor was few empty food cans."Great, I think this is food store. We won't find anything in here""Just keep looking"Claire walked behind counter and looked under it, there was only few empty ammo boxes. Claire cursed quietly and walked to backroom door, it was unlocked. Claire looked around. Backroom was dimly lighted and backdoor was open, there was also bullet holes on the walls and few dead bodies on the floor. Claire walked to nearest dead body and examined it. She found two pistol clips and pistol. She ejected clip from pistol and weighted it, it felt full. Claire put clip back to pistol and put two clips to her pocket. She examined each body in the room and found Magnum, it was S&W M629C. Claire ejected bullets from it, there was still three useful bullets."Well it's better than nothing" Claire muttered and put three bullets back to Magnum.Claire walked back to store, Jill was still sitting on the floor her eyes shut."I found pistol and a Magnum" Claire said.Jill opened her eyes and Claire handed the Magnum for her."It says on it that it is S&W M629C. I have never shot with something that big." Claire said."I have used gun like this before" Jill answered."Good, there is still three bullets left" Claire said."We better get moving" Jill said and stood up."Are you able to walk?" Claire asked."Yeah, I'm alright now"Claire nodded to Jill and they went through backroom to outside.
They were standing in alley again. It was long and they were standing in middle of it. There was multiple dumpsters and few cardboard boxes."Which way do we go?" Claire asked."Let's try left"They walked maybe ten steps and they saw zombie lying behind the dumpster. Zombie's legs were shot off and it only had left arm, Claire raised pistol."No, don't shoot it" Jill said."Why?" Claire asked."Those Lickers might still be nearby""You're right"Claire and Jill walked past zombie, it tried to reach them but didn't catch them. Jill and Claire ran to street and stopped. Left side was blocked by multiple zombies, right side was empty. Street in front of them had collapsed and there was burning cars in the pit."Looks like we only have one way to go" Jill said.Jill and Claire only walked few steps, when howling echoed in the night."It's that thing again" Claire cried."Let's go! it hasn't found us yet"They ran down the street to next intersection, where they stopped."Which way?!" Claire asked, her eyes full of tears."Let me think"There was howling behind them. Claire and Jill turned around, Tyrant was approaching them. It was still far away but it would get them fast."Left!" Jill yelled and pulled Magnum from her waist."I'm not leaving you again!" Claire yelled."Don't worry, let's go!" Jill answered.Jill ran behind Claire, Tyrant took few steps and then it started running. There was no way they could survive by running. Jill turned around and fired, bullet hit Tyrant in the arm eye. Eye blew into pieces and Tyrant raised its left arm to strike Jill but Jill dodged claws."Jill!" Claire yelled.Jill turned around and raised Magnum. Tyrant turned and flailed in agony. Jill aimed to Tyrant's chest, place where heart would be and fired. Tyrant suddenly stopped moving, it looked paralysed. Jill fired last bullet to Tyrant's head. Tyrant let out low howl and fell down on its back. Jill dropped Magnum and looked at Tyrant."Is it dead?" Claire asked."I don't think so, let's go!"They ran three blocks without any incidents. Street ended, they were standing in front of the library. Two police car and school bus was parked to the alley next to library."You think there is survivors inside?" Claire asked."It's worth checking" Jill said.
Front door was shattered and whole building was covered in blood and internal organs."I think I'm going to be sick" Claire said.Claire was holding her right hand over her mouth and left hand over her stomach."We have to look around, see if there is any guns or survivors" Jill said.Jill walked further inside. Claire leaned against the wall, her legs were trembling."Claire let's go"Claire took deep breath and walked to Jill."Okay, I'm ready" Claire said.They walked deeper in the library and looked every corridor between bookshelves. They only saw more internal organs and few body parts. At the end of library was few dead zombies."Let's check the next floor" Jill said.Stairs was on the left side at the end of library. Jill went first and Claire followed right behind her. Second floor was smaller than the first, there was few bookshelf rows. At the back was offices and storages."I don't think we find anything in here" Claire said."Yeah, you're probably right""Let's get out of here""Hold on, we should check those offices and storages"They walked towards offices, when there suddenly was faint voice from their left. Claire raised pistol and followed Jill towards the sound. Behind bookshelf was a man sitting against the wall. Man was dressed as a police strike team, they couldn't see his face because he had a mask and helmet. Jill and Claire slowly approached man. When they were two steps away from him, man suddenly was alarmed and he raised his right hand and pointed gun at them."Wait! don't shoot!" Jill yelled."You two are humans?" man said faintly."Yes" Claire said.They walked next to man and Claire covered her mouth with her hand. Man's left hand was completely ripped and large part of his left rib was also gone."What happened here?" Jill asked."Some creatures overran this place. Dark skin, tumours growing over head and back" man answered."Hunters" Jill said to Claire."You have to get out of here, they might come back""Let's go Jill, there is nothing we can do""There is small airfield nearby, probably two blocks from here" man said."We are heading in there" Jill said.Suddenly there was shrieking sound behind them. Claire and Jill turned around, Hunter was staring at them."Hurry! get out!" man yelled and raised his Magnum."What about you?" Jill asked."I'm already dead""Jill let's go!"Hunter shrieked and man fired, Jill and Claire jumped out from the window and landed in the dumpster.
They heard few shots and then it was quiet. They quickly climbed out from the dumpster and ran down the alley. It turned sharply right and then left, soon they were standing on the street. There was few zombies wandering towards them from the right, left side was empty and opposite of them was also empty street."Let's go straight" Jill said.They ignored zombies and ran straight. At the end of the street they stopped again."Look! there is the airfield" Jill said."We can finally get out of here""We still have to find Chris" Jill reminded.At the same time there was growling sound from their both sides. Jill looked at left and Claire looked at right, Jill counted five doberman and Claire counted six."Run!" Jill yelled.Jill and Claire ran towards the airfield, the gate was open. Dogs barked and ran after them. Claire could hear them approaching fast, fear took over her body and soon she felt familiar feeling spreading in her pants again. She was peeing herself. Pee was gushing out from her crotch and running down her legs. Few dogs stopped to sniff the ground where pee had landed before continued to follow them. Jill and Claire reached the gate and one dog jumped towards Jill and knocked her down. Jill landed on her stomach and she yelled in pain, her rib felt like she was being stabbed."Jill!" Claire yelled.Claire raised gun and started firing, she managed to kill two but more was on their way. Jill tried to stand up but the pain was too much. She could only lie there and release her fear into her pants. Hot urine burned her crotch and thighs."Jill get up!""I'm trying!"Claire continued to fire after changing new clip into gun. Jill heard dogs making strange sounds so Claire must had hit them. Three dogs were still dodging bullets, one of them jumped towards Claire and knocked her down. Gun slip from Claire's hand and slid short distance. Two dogs growled and ran towards Jill, two shots echoed in the night and dogs stopped moving. Claire had crawled to her gun and was aiming at the two dogs. Final dog barked and ran towards Claire but she took aim and fired, dog dropped down dead. Claire laughed in disbelief and emptied her bladder again in her pants. Jill also laughed in disbelief but stopped because her rib hurt. After a while Claire walked to Jill and helped her up."Let's get out of here" Jill said.Claire supported Jill as they walked towards hangars, suddenly there was howl behind them.
Jill and Claire quickly turned around. Tyrant was approaching them and it looked different. There wasn't eye on the Tyrant's right arm anymore, arm had mutated into same as left hand but claws were bigger. Tyrant didn't have power resisting coat anymore."No way!" Claire screamed."We were so close" Jill said.All the sudden a helicopter flew from somewhere, it circled above them."Take cover!" man voice shouted.Claire and Jill didn't hesitate, they threw themselves to the ground and covered their head with hands. Someone fired rocket launcher from inside the chopper, rocket hit Tyrant and explosion shook the ground. After few seconds smoke cleared, there was huge pit on the place where Tyrant had stood. Claire and Jill stood up as chopper landed near them. Man jumped out from the chopper. He was tall, he had black hair. He was dressed in black costume and was wearing bulletproof vest."Chris?!" Jill said."Good to see you're safe Jill" Chris answered."Chris!" Claire yelled and ran to hug her brother."Claire! what are you doing here?!""I came to look for you"Claire backed away so Chris could take good look at her."What happened?" Chris asked.Jill opened her mouth but closed it because she saw where Chris was looking, to their crotch. Why it had to be Chris, from all the people in the world it had to be Chris."We uh...we..." Jill muttered.Jill looked at Claire, Claire's face was almost as red as her hair and she was looking down."Hey! we got scared, is that a problem?!" Jill scowled."Calm down" Chris said and backed away few steps."What is that smell?" Chris continued."Fear" Claire whispered."Who is flying the chopper?" Jill asked."Someone you know" Chris answered.Jill walked to chopper and jumped in, she looked into cockpit. Man was dressed in same outfit as Chris, he had brown hair and Jill recognised him."Carlos!""Good to see you too Jill" Carlos answered smirk on his face.
Claire and Chris jumped in the chopper."Oliveira take off" Chris said.Jill and Claire sat down to bench and Chris sat opposite them."Tell us what happened to you Chris" Jill said as chopper began to rise."Well, after I fell down to alley from your apartment, two Umbrella soldiers knocked me unconscious. They took me to their secret base and tossed me into cell. I was there few hours and then Oliveira released me" Chris told."After Raccoon City I went undercover into Umbrella, they told me about Chris, you and other S.T.A.R.S members" Carlos said to Jill."Oliveira told me what happened in Raccoon City and we sneaked out from Umbrella's base. We took some weapons and gear from there and this chopper" Chris continued."Why Umbrella released T-virus again?" Jill asked."They needed more combat data and they wanted to test new B.O.W" Carlos answered."How are they gonna cover this?" Jill asked."They bribed some terrorist organisation so they could blame them. Umbrella is going to nuke this city too" Carlos answered."It's Raccoon City all over again" Jill said."When are they going to nuke the city?" Claire asked."As soon as the sun rises" Carlos said."We only have maybe twenty minutes to get out of here" Chris said."Don't worry, we're almost out from the city" Carlos said.Suddenly chopper shook madly and warning sounds bleeped, there was also red warning light blinking."Hang on! we're going down" Carlos yelled.Claire fasten safety belt and covered her head with hands, Chris and Jill did same. Chopper spun wildly and Claire felt her bottom burning again, she was wetting herself."No, not again" Claire whispered to herself.Jill wasn't doing any better, she was also peeing herself. Hot urine spread in her pants and ran down her legs. Chopper landed to the street and they were alive."What's the situation?" Chris asked."All systems are red" Carlos said."Can you fix it?""Yes, I need few minutes"Angry howl emanated to their ears, they looked left and saw Tyrant standing in front of the gas station. Tyrant had mutated again, it looked more agile, stronger and angrier. It had wings on its back and four arms, every arm had long claws, lower arms had bigger claws."Oliveira I don't want to rush you but hurry!" Chris yelled.Jill, Claire and Chris jumped out from the chopper, Carlos began to fix the chopper. Chris grabbed three assault rifles and tossed two of them to Jill and Claire. They raised their guns and aimed Tyrant."Let's kill this thing once and for all" Jill said.
It all ends here, final battle against Umbrella's monster. Tyrant howled and walked towards them."We have to keep it away from the chopper!" Chris yelled.Tyrant howled again and ran towards them, it was lot faster than before. Jill, Claire and Chris jumped out from its way and started firing at it. Bullets didn't seemed to have any effect on it. Tyrant turned around and ran towards Claire."Look out!" Chris yelled.Chris lunged forward and pushed Claire out of the way. Tyrant struck with its hand and claws hit Chris."Chris!" Claire yelled.Tyrant hit Chris again with the back of its hand, Chris flew to the air and landed few meters away from chopper. Bulletproof vest was torn but Chris was okay."How is the chopper?" Chris asked."I need more time" Carlos answered.Claire and Jill fired Tyrant but it didn't even notice bullets, it walked towards Chris. Chris stood up and ran away from the chopper, Tyrant stopped and then it ran towards Chris. Chris dodged claws and ran away from Tyrant before he fired."It's not working, we need more firepower!" Jill yelled."I need new clip!" Claire said."Here! take these!" Carlos yelled.Jill looked at the chopper, Carlos tossed Magnum to Jill and clip to Claire. Claire changed new clip and Jill fired Magnum. Bullet hit Tyrant to the back, it had enough power to get its attention. Tyrant turned around and ran towards Jill, Jill fired again but Tyrant didn't even flinched. Claire raised her gun and fired, Chris did the same. Tyrant suddenly stopped and looked around, then it ran towards Claire."Claire run!" Chris yelled.Claire screamed and ran away from Tyrant. Jill fired again but Tyrant followed Claire. Tyrant slashed Claire to back, Claire fell down to her stomach, she had wound on her back. Tyrant raised its all arms for a killing strike, Claire screamed and she made a mess in her pants again. Jill fired twice, Tyrant flinched and Claire had enough time to escape."We can't win like this!" Jill yelled."Oliveira!?" Chris yelled over the noise of assault rifle."Almost done!" Carlos answered."Jill! throw me the Magnum, I have a idea" Chris yelled.Jill threw Magnum to Chris, Chris fired last Magnum bullet to Tyrant. Tyrant turned around and howled."Claire, run away from me!" Chris said to Claire.Tyrant ran towards Chris, its left arms were raised. Claire ran away from Chris. Chris ran towards gas station and dodged Tyrant's claws. Claws hit gas pump and gasoline sprayed over Tyrant. Chris picked up a lighter from his pocket."Take cover!" Chris yelled and tossed burning lighter to the gasoline.Tyrant deflagrated and started to burn, Chris ran away from gas station before it caught fire and exploded.
Explosion shook the ground and blast wave hit everyone. Jill didn't know which way was up or down, left or right. Jill's ears were ringing and her vision was blurred. She heard someone shouting something but her ears were ringing too much. Jill looked around and saw Carlos waving his hand and Chris helping Claire, Claire's left shoulder was bleeding."Jill! we have to go!" Chris yelled.Jill stood up and walked towards chopper, Chris helped Claire to chopper and then he helped Jill."Take off!" Chris yelled and jumped inside chopper.Jill looked at gas station, it was pretty much exploded into pieces. She didn't see Tyrant anywhere. Chopper rose and Chris was took care of Claire's wound. Suddenly pile of concrete started moving and Tyrant rose from there. Tyrant's lower arms were ripped and its left hand was hanging from piece of flesh. There was also large part of its lower rib missing."How can it still be alive!?" Jill asked."Oliveira! what weapons this thing have?""Gatling guns and missiles""Shoot that monster, kill it"Carlos pushed button and gatling guns shoot bullets towards Tyrant. Bullets ripped large parts of Tyrant's skin but it was still standing. Carlos pushed another button and few missiles flew to Tyrant, explosion was huge but after smoke cleared, Tyrant was still standing."No way!" Carlos said."Shoot everything!" Chris said.Carlos pushed buttons and six more missiles flew to Tyrant. After smoke cleared, Tyrant was still standing but there wasn't much left of it."Oh no" Jill said.Chris looked at Jill and then he looked what Jill looked. There was something small flying up in the horizon."Get us out of here, it's coming" Chris said."Already!" Carlos said.Carlos piloted chopper towards the outskirt. Jill sat down to bench, tense made her pee again. Pee ran down her legs and spread beneath her bottom. Jill could breathe more easily as they left the city behind, missile in the horizon had started descend. They were far away from city when the missile hit it, Jill closed her eyes as nuclear explosion wiped the city and blast wave shook chopper."That does it, we have to take Umbrella down once and for all" Chris said.Jill nodded and closed her eyes again, they were finally safe. Claire was still feeling dizzy but her thoughts were running clear, she knew that after this she would definitely have to wear diapers all the time. Her control was totally gone."Thanks Oliveira, we wouldn't made it out alive without you" Chris said.Jill opened her eyes and saw Chris shaking hands with Carlos, she smiled and closed her eyes as they flew towards sunrise.
THE END
Lastly I would like to know was this story too long, too short or between that. I personally like to write long stories and I'm intend to write more stories at some point but now I take a little break :) I also want to know do you want long or short stories. And what features you want, like bedwetting, fear wetting, diapers etc.
At this point I can reveal that I have few ideas for Resident Evil, Batgirl and Hermione stories. I also have few ideas for Pokemon story but at this point it's not going to work.
See ya soon :D |
First fanfiction ever for me to post on here. This is Hetalia fanfiction, but this is an AU where the characters are not nations, so it should be easy for someone who has never watched/read Hetalia to follow along.
This story has a basic premise: Cat/human hybrids, of the neko variety of human-looking with cat tails and cat ears, are popular pets for the rich. Antonio's just a guy trying to score a job to pay for his new apartment. Lovino's just a pet on vacation with his Russian owner, who seems to have vanished.
Summary: Lovino needs something, but language barriers get tiring. Antonio still doesn't understand this new houseguest he took in.
For this chapter-- Softcore, desperation, wetting, no sex, no masturbation, no romance
Chapter 1 -- Korobka, Russian for Box
"Korobka."
Antonio stared at him in deep concentration. The Spaniard leaned in, and Lovino leaned away, his feline ears flicking down.
Frustrated, Lovino sounded it out, "Ko. Rob. Ka."
Antonio leaned back with a sigh. "Repeating it isn't going to make me understand, Lovi." Lovino scowled at the nickname, his long brown tail thumping on the floor in annoyance. "I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're asking for."
Antonio gave up, getting up off the floor. As he started leaving the room, Lovino meowed at him in question.
"I'm going to start on dinner, that's it," Antonio assured him, flashing the hybrid a smile. "C'mon, you need to tell me what you can and can't eat. I've never had a cat before; I hope I have something you can eat."
Lovino huffed, but hopped out of the cardboard box to follow him to the kitchen. There'd be no 'telling' of anything--hybrids usually couldn't speak without excessive training, and even then only select words. Antonio had no idea if he could even understand English. He had, after all, found him lost on the street a few hours ago.
Antonio gave Lovino's brown hair a ruffle as he walked beside him, and quickly snatched away his hand before he could be bitten. While any claws were muffled by a pair of mittens, his teeth were another matter.
Regardless, he chattered as happily as ever. "I just moved in the other week. It's not much, and I haven't had much time to go shopping, but it's home."
He entered the kitchen, chuckling when Lovino poked his head around the open space to look inside when he opened the fridge. "You're fine with chicken, right? I'll throw in some vegetables, too."
The hybrid spent the next half hour searching the cabinets and cupboards of the kitchen while Antonio cooked. Antonio kept one eye on the food, one eye on his new pet, shutting cabinets as needed, but mostly trying not to laugh when Lovino sneezed after sniffing a spice too closely.
Just as Antonio was serving the food on plates, Lovino bounced over to him, poking his arm. "Korobka," he snapped.
Antonio shook his head. "We're about to eat. That can wait." He could barely even say the foreign word, but surely whatever it was could wait another half an hour?
He took the plates to the table, Lovino bouncing along eager to start eating. Antonio placed glasses of water by each plate.
Lovino sat down at a chair, and frowned. Antonio watched him with a smile and muffled giggles as the hybrid squirmed on the seat, trying to find a comfortable position. The giggles earned Antonio a glare and a blushing hybrid, but it was worth it.
Antonio started on his own food. However, he paused before the first bite, and put his fork back down with a frown. "Now what's the matter?"
"Miao." Lovino pressed his face to the rim of the glass, sticking his tongue in to try to reach the water.
Antonio might have face-palmed. "Of course," he sighed, exasperated with this whole business. "You're part cat, you lap up your water. Hold on," he said, getting up to grab a bowl. After transferring it from the glass to the bowl, he moved the water closer to Lovino. "Better?"
Lovino nodded, grinning wide. He lapped up the water, receiving a grin in return from Antonio. "Miao~!" he cheered, and moved on to the main course.
Antonio's grin wavered, watching this part human tear into the meat sans utensils like a savage. Part animal. Right. There was also the little fact that Lovino likely couldn't pick anything up with those mittens on. "Lovi, you could eat with a fork," he ventured, "if you let me take off those mittens."
Lovino snapped his head up to hiss at him, and go right back to eating. Antonio sighed, returning his attention to his own food. He tried.
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In the middle of the night, Antonio jerked awake. He pushed himself to sit up with a yawn, blinking bleary eyes at the bedroom around him. Dark? The clock read midnight. Why had he-
"Korobka-"
Antonio almost screamed, flinching at the sudden appearance of hazel eyes. He fumbled for the lamp on his nightstand, his fingers searching for the switch. He sighed in relief as the light went on, illuminating his houseguest. "Lovino, don't scare me like that..."
Lovino kneeled on the floor just beside Antonio's bed, scowling and rocking in place, his face bright red. Gone was the designer outfit Antonio had found him in, the human having helped him change into pajamas before they settled into bed; Antonio had taken his own bed, Lovino slept on a nest of blankets.
Antonio focused on the redness, putting his hands on Lovino's face to check temperature. "Are you feeling sick? You're all red, do you have a fever?" he asked, concern filling his voice. "I have some medicine, but I don't know if it's safe for you-"
Lovino shook his head, whimpering. "Korobka," he insisted, urgency in his tone.
Letting his hands fall away, Antonio sighed, tired. "We went over this already," he groaned. "I don't have a clue what that is. Is it even English?"
"Korobka!"
"Right..." Antonio yawned, getting up to put on a bathrobe seeing as he likely wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon. Lovino watched him, not getting up. His tail barely moved.
Finally, Antonio faced him, holding out his arms in surrender. "Well? Let's try and figure out how to communicate."
Lovino slowly stood up, jamming his mittened hands between shaking legs, even if he could barely grip anything with them. Antonio's eyes widened, realizing the problem as the hybrid grit his teeth.
"You need the toilet," blurted out Antonio. "Why didn't you say anything? No, wait, you already tried." He groaned.
"C'mon, the toilet's right over here." Lovino scurried over, squirming and pawing at his crotch. Antonio opened the bathroom door, gesturing to the toilet. "Right in here," he coaxed, when Lovino hesitated.
"...here." Antonio pointed to the toilet. "You 'go' in here."
Lovino stared at the human as if he'd sprouted three heads. Antonio's face fell. "...you've never been 'potty'-trained before, have you?" Oh dear. Oh god. He did not look forward to explaining to the landlord in the morning exactly why the floor was stained with cat urine.
"You just aim," Antonio awkwardly tried to explain, lifting the toilet seat. "-and, well, go."
Confused stare. A whimper.
"Uh." Antonio put down the toilet seat. "...can you sit? Just, um, pull down your -cough- pants and sit, and go."
Lovino whined, "Korobka."
"Isn't this your korobka?" Antonio himself was whining, desperate to help this desperate hybrid. Lovino shook his head, twisting his legs.
Antonio started pacing, walking out of the bathroom. "Think, think! Uh...dogs!" He snapped his fingers, grinning, and turned back to Lovino.
"You need to be walked!" he proclaimed, proud to have figured that out. A korobka must be a walk! That in mind, Antonio grabbed his keys, and shoved his feet in slippers. He grabbed another pair of slippers and a hat to present to Lovino.
When the hybrid didn't immediately take the items, Antonio faltered. "You really need to go," he mumbled, and quickly put the hat on over Lovino's head to hide the ears and inched the slipped on him.
"C'mon." He almost grabbed his arm, but thought better of it, and led the way outside, checking both ways for any night owl neighbors. "Don't meow," he warned. Pets weren't allowed in this apartment complex, not even one that bragged human parts.
Lovino whimpered, and Antonio hid his tail under the borrowed nightshirt. "We'll be somewhere you can go soon," he assured him in a whisper. "Just hold on a little longer and be quiet."
Antonio led him along the carpeted hallway, and down the stairs. Lovino hesitated at the stairs, but after nearly doubling over, hopped his way down. "Good, good," Antonio praised softly, "You're doing good."
He coached him along, all the way out the door. Standing outside that building, in front of a large expanse of similar buildings and asphalt, Antonio could see Lovino almost lose it.
"We're going around the back," he quickly said as Lovino choked a sob, a damp patch appearing on the borrowed sweatpants in the dim fluorescent light. Antonio jumped into action, rushing Lovino out of view of the cameras, showering him with encouraging words.
"Hold it, just a few minutes more, maybe not even a minute, c'mon hold out, for me!"
It was ridiculous, cheering on a cat-like foreigner to hold his pee. If someone had told Antonio he'd be doing this kind of thing a week ago, well, he really didn't know how he'd have reacted.
They reached the forest area behind the building, stumbling down the hill to get as close as possible.
"Okay, go, go!" Antonio stopped at the edge of the thick vegetation blocking entry, and spun around and covered his eyes. "I'll be right here, and we can go back inside once you're done," he said, confident he'd done the right thing. Although, those pants would be a bitch to wash.
A whimper and sob broke Antonio's thoughts. "...korob...ka..?" Lovino sobbed, making Antonio think twice about what he understood a 'korobka' to be.
"Just take off your pants and go," Antonio instructed, pleading.
A sob. "Nyet..?" It broke his heart.
As a hissing sound started, a muffled one that was definitely a pair of beloved sweatpants getting stained beyond repair, the full-on crying started.
Oh no.
Now he'd have to smuggle a very soggy pet back inside the apartment.
Korobka = box
Nyet = no
Cyrillic lettering not used for sake of English audience.
((Done in a three-hour burst of energy.)) |
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In this chapter-- desperation
Chapter 2-- Nyet, Nyet, Nyet!
"Lovino. I'm going to say this one more time: get in the shower, and strip."
Lovino crossed his arms, still as a statue, his face red from the absurd command. Honestly, he just needed to pee, and did not need another shower. He'd had enough of a wash after that experience last night. "Korobka."
If he knew the English word, that might have been easier to convey what he wanted.
"I know you need to go," Antonio sighed. Lovino wanted to bite him. 'Go'? This man was acting ridiculous. "This is the best I can do right now. Please, Lovi, I'm going to be late for work."
Just because his collar listed his name, did not give this human any permission to shorten it.
"Get in, go, get out, and then we can get you dressed and off to work with me."
Lovino shook his head, standing firm. His tail whipped around, hitting the wall with loud thumps.
Antonio groaned, dragging a hand over his face. "Fine," he gave up, picking up a clean shirt from the pile of fresh clothes he'd laid out for Lovino. "Come here, let's get you dressed, then."
Lovino lifted his arms to let Antonio pull off the nightshirt. While the cat hybrid had few reservations about showing skin, used to bring entirely dependent like this, Antonio was another story.
The pet rolled his eyes as Antonio fumbled with everything, flustered over this minuscule task. Lovino waited for him to strip off the boxers he'd somehow managed to put on himself, but instead found his abdomen being poked.
Lovino flinched and hissed, rubbing his thighs together, the pressure on his bladder testing his control.
Antonio bit his lip and pleaded, "Please, just go in the shower! I don't want you hurting yourself, and I'm not leaving you here on your own." He tried to explain, "It's not going to be easy getting you clean again if we're away from home."
"Korobka," Lovino grumbled. He'd go in a litter box, nowhere else. But, evidently, this man couldn't figure out what a litter box was.
The clothing Antonio was pulling on him was itchy, anyway.
"I have to take you to work," Antonio was saying as he dressed Lovino. "I put out that lost and found notice in the newspaper yesterday, but we can't just stop looking for your owner. And I could get in a lot of trouble if anyone finds out you're here, anyway."
Antonio pulled the belt a little too tight, making Lovino squeak. Immediately he released, jumping back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Lovino carefully rubbed his abdomen in an attempt to sooth his bladder.
"...alright," Antonio breathed, cautiously approaching the cat again. "Let's try that again."
He clipped on the belt, seeing as all his pants were too big for Lovino. Added a hat and tucked away that tail. Shoes, the same he'd worn when he was found, bought from only the finest in Switzerland. "Now we can leave," Antonio told him, leading him out the door, locking it behind them.
Lovino looked around, scowling at the drab carpet, wrinkling his nose at the stains on the dinghy walls. The door paint peeled, the lightbulbs flickered, a plastic plant of all things in the corner. Why not just put a real plant in its place? Lovino couldn't understand. It would certainly filter out the stale air.
Lovino couldn't ponder for long, Antonio rushing him down the stairs and out the door. What a strange place.
"If I take you around back again," Antonio asked him while they walked, keeping his voice low for whatever reason, "will you go there?"
Lovino shook his head, disgusted, and stuck out his tongue at him. What did this man take him for? He had dignity, thankyouverymuch. He pointedly ignored last night's incident.
Antonio groaned. Annoying human.
Lovino had only been on a bus exactly one other time, and that had been yesterday, after Antonion had given up searching for his owner for the day. This time was no more familiar or less strange. The bus driver still gave him that weird look and the seats still felt uncomfortably sticky.
Lovino meowed his displeasure, but Antonio shushed him, "People will stare." And his point was...?
"I got a new job the other day." Oh. He'd started rambling. "It's a tutoring company, and I give private lessons on playing the guitar." About things Lovino didn't care about. "I've only been teaching there a few days, but I'm sure they won't mind if you hang around for a while." Lovino crossed his legs. He needed a litter box.
"On the flight here, they lost my guitar, so they're letting me borrow one until I can put aside enough to buy my own." Oh god, he was still talking as they got off the bus. Someone save him.
Lovino followed the human, almost distracted, glancing around at the buildings they'd come to. "This way, Lovi." The hybrid resisted, walking in a new direction.
"What is it?" Antonio asked, and Lovino huffed, pointing to a five-star restaurant. Likely a reservation-only type of place.
"Do you think your owner's there?"
Well...no. Lovino shook his head. But a place catering to the rich, likely had facilities to cater to their pets, too.
Antonio frowned, taking Lovino's arm. "Miao," he protested, pulled back on track to wherever this human was taking him.
Which was some big theater building. Amazing. Wow. Lovino wasn't amused. Antonio directed him to a brightly-colored cushiony bench, which Lovino happily curled up on.
"Okay," Antonio started, waiting until he had Lovino's undivided attention. "I'm going to be in room B7 down this hallway, okay?" He continued after his audience nodded. "I have breaks between every hour, I'll bring you lunch in two hours, and we can leave in five hours. There's magazines right on that table next to this bench you can read. The restrooms are right over there-" He pointed not too far off. "-and I expect you to use them by lunch."
Lovino nodded, scowling. Did this guy honestly believe he could get that belt off himself?
((I stopped there since I'm still not sure of what to come next, in terms of omo.)) |
In this chapter-- desperation, wetting
Chapter 3-- Fluffy!
Lovino, to his credit, didn't squirm very much at first. Instead, choosing to ignore everything from the occasional person walking by to the pressure on his abdomen, he fell asleep.
He woke up no more comfortable than before. Who was he kidding? The only was he'd get relief was if he *gasp!* peed. Lovino scowled at the thought. Only question: where. He sat on his shoe, looking around like he was sitting in the crow's nest of a ship, or whatever they were called.
The restroom. Stinky place, where humans peed at things on the wall or in big bowls. He squirmed just thinking about it. Lovino doubted he'd even be able to do that. Just no.
Fake plants in every corner. More with the plastic decorations, of course. Maybe they could actually serve a purpose--but wait, the pots probably had holes in the bottom, and the 'soil' wasn't soil at all...ugh. His owner would be devastated if he dirtied his shoes.
Floor. This wasn't even a question. No.
Lovino took no consideration about a cup or bottle, having zero fantasies about them actually being useful and not ending in a big mess.
With a groan, Lovino flopped back on the bench, rolling his hips and rubbing his thighs together. The clock ticked, meaninglessly for the hybrid. How long was an hour, anyway? The length changed depending on what activity you were doing.
A long, wailing cat meow stretched through the halls. And another. And yet another, one after the other.
The noise cut down when Lovino decided to try biting off his belt, wiggling and curling to try to get at it. It hurt! He needed it off! He did manage to get his crotch above his face, which annoyed him more than anything. About to ease down and roll off the bench, he froze at a spasm. He felt a spurt, and although he jammed together his thighs, a dark spot bloomed on his jeans. "Miaooooo."
Lovino shuffled back down and lowered himself to the floor. ...alright, he'd walk on all fours. The hat had fallen off his head at some point, his ears twitching in every little which way.
"Miao. Miao. Miao. Miao."
Meows soon dotted the hallway, Lovino crying as loud as he could, letting everyone around know there was a hybrid in the building desiring attention. When he found room B7 and pushed open the door, he almost recoiled at the glare sent to him from Antonio, feeling what must have been another spurt in his pants.
A little mustering of confidence, and Lovino proudly padded over, sitting himself among the half-circle of children in front of Antonio. They all had chairs, so he sat right on the carpet. They laughed at his meowing, ruffled his hair, and all crowded around to feel his soft ears and tail. Lovino basked in the attention, even though he was dying to find a litter box.
"Alright, that's enough," Antonio sighed, calling the kids back to attention. "Enough playing with the cat."
And so, thankfully, Lovino was left to his own devices as Antonio went on with the lesson. Lovino noticed a few blankets stacked in the corner, and crawled around the lesson taking place to reach them. He dragged them back to his claimed spot, ignoring the watchful eye. Soon he'd wrapped them around him, all nice and cozy, and most importantly, giving him enough privacy to hold himself as much as needed.
He. Couldn't. Stop. Moving. Even wrapped up in the blankets, Lovino squirmed and squirmed and squirmed. Antonio soon started ignoring him, although the kids kept shooting him sniggers and grins. Honestly, he couldn't relax in the slightest, or his muscles would spasm.
Evidently, as he soon found out, he needed to hold with more strength than he had. Downright painful, the dam finally burst. A mitten soaked through. Lovino sighed, overwhelmed by relief. The instruments covered up any wayward sound, and the hybrid found no attention on him.
But he had to stop. He couldn't just keep going and going--he'd get his shoes dirty, and he'd start smelling soon. He didn't want anything leaking beyond the blankets and then getting teased by kids. So he plugged the hole, and nearly cried.
Suddenly Lovino's mind was on one thing: peeing. Having just cut off mid-stream, he wanted to keep going, his urethra throbbing with powerful need, his relief gone. The belt no longer pressed so tight against him, yes, and he felt lighter, yes, but this was all ignored for the childish whining in his mind that he still needed to peeeeeee.
The hole wouldn't stay plugged. The rest came shooting out, roaring to his own ears. The entirety of his jeans stuck to his skin, wet and warm. He tried desperately to pinch it back closed, but no, it just kept coming.
To all in the room, the cat had quieted, choosing to just listen to their music despite the sharps and flat notes.
They picked up a strange odor, and while Antonio kept a straight face, the kids made faces at each other, trying to guess who needed to be put back in diapers.
Soon enough, earlier than usual, they dismissed with stickers, and the kids pet Lovino's ears on the way out, cooing at him. He'd hidden his tail under the blankets, the fur quickly getting soaked.
"Lovino, you should know better."
The pet shrunk down, trying to become smaller and melt into the blankets. Antonio groaned. He came closer, kneeling beside Lovino. Resignation clear on both faces. "...the carpet's ruined, isn't it?"
Lovino nodded, looking down at the blankets, his ears pressing against his head.
"It was...an accident," Antonio conceded, trying to console Lovino. "They happen to everyone. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up, and then we can get lunch, okay?"
Another nod. Somehow Lovino felt ashamed, when he knew he should have felt frustrated for not being taken to a litter box when he'd asked.
"I'll call the janitor. And...and oh God, what am I supposed to tell Mrs Beckett about the blankets?" Antonio rambled to himself, moving the chairs away from Lovino and his mess. "Miao..."
"Someone should have pants that fit you," Antonio went on. "I'm not so sure about underwear- that smells disgusting!"
Lovino flinched at the sudden exclamation, having started to move all the blankets. Urine had caught in the drenched denim, forming pockets, and the trickles started all over again as he moved. Standing up, he shuddered as it all rushed down his waterlogged legs. Ew ew ew ew eW.
Antonio pinched his nose, looking ready to gag. "Go to the restroom, wait for me in there. I'll get everything sorted."
His self-esteem thoroughly trampled, Lovino trudged out of the room. |
In this chapter -- bowel desperation, description of food, he makes it!, possibly graphic description of hm well you're reading this for a reason, bidet use
The last chapter was lame, but writing helped me figure out this chapter. So, hurrah! The messing arc does not end here. I keep forgetting if I'm using 'neko' or 'hybrid' for this story.
Chapter 5 -- Boxes Always Make Cats Happy
Alone again.Lovino wiggled on the comfy bench with a wince. Still, he stayed there, focused on the bowl of food that had been left for him on the table right beside the bench. Antonio's steps faded away, back to room B- whatever it was, but Lovino didn't really care. But this fantastic food, mushy and warm with a savory taste and wrapped in a chewy soft shell, his tail couldn't help but raise up high. It had some red juicy bits he couldn't really place, yellow bits that caught in his teeth, and he pushed the leaves out of the bowl.Of course it all made him thirsty, with a spicy tang he'd never tasted and more salt than was needed for any meal. Which was why he had a bowl of water next to it.His fingers twitched, pressing and stroking the cushions. The Vaseline had washed off earlier, and Antonio hadn't seen fit to give him any replacement mittens. Not that Lovino would accept them, anyway. He wanted only the best. The lack of soft layers padding his hands felt odd and distinctly painful, unnatural, disconcerting.Once he'd polished on the last licks of the juice from the carton meal bowl, Lovino settled back into the cushions and did his best to relax. His body forced him to clench his sphincter muscles every so often, making relaxation an impossible goal. Rolling his hips felt nice and helped somewhat, but not enough. Lovino moaned when he sat up. He had to find that restaurant again, soon. He eased off the bench, and, rubbing the part of his tailbone closest to his ass and ignoring the itchy scratch of il-fitting clothes, started to look for the exit.To someone with hardly a wit about directions, the theater was a veritable maze. Lovino dismissed the restrooms from his mind, determined to find a door with NEKO in blue letters instead of MEN.By the time he pushed open a door and found streets in front of him, Lovino was sorely regretting having eaten. Atop his stuffed bowels, his lunch made him want to puke. There was just too much in his abdomen to feel anything but sick.The brave neko soldiered on.Lovino kept his hands in the pockets of his borrowed sweatpants, glad he'd likely have little trouble getting them off this time.
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A wave of pain hit his abdomen, and he nearly doubled over. The churning pain forced him to retreat into a less-populated corner between two racks of clearance shoes. He squeezed his belly, gritted his teeth, and wound his legs tight until it passed, leaving him panting.
What..,had just happened? That had been new. Another wave of pain brought him to his knees, and this time it lasted longer, the cramps stealing his breath.
Lovino scrambled down the street as soon as it faded. Stuff in his intestines had moved, fast, and he needed a box now. The restaurant was in sight.
The neko squeezed in through the doors past the line of immaculate customers, and indignant protests immediately followed. He ignored them, rushing past the man finding names on a reservation list. A woman in a feather hat made a rude comment on the smell.
Hands and tail between his legs, Lovino made a beeline for the restrooms. Four of them, two for the typical man and woman, a disabled restroom, and a room for a litter box. Almost there.
Lovino found no resistance, pushing open the door and kicking the locking latch as it closed. Brown smeared on the back of his boxers as he pulled down everything, but he paid it no mind, his shoes falling off as well as he shook his pants from his ankles.
The familiar feel of the litter under his almost had his losing it, and even before he fully crawled into the box he'd already started letting go.
Although liberating, it ended up being a painful ordeal. Lovino's first guess was that he was sick. Sick? He hadn't noticed any sore throat or sniffly nose. Either way, something was wrong and he wasn't sure what.
Painful, smelly, and loud. Even the litter didn't cover up the embarrassing farts or the horrendous odor as each lump plopped on the grey sand.
Scratching started at the door. Lovino meowed, and the scratching stopped. He stayed still a long moment, waiting to make sure his body had finished.
After sweeping litter on top of his mess, Lovino crawled out again, wincing at the cold tile on his unprotected hands. He grimaced at the stain on his boxers, finally noticing it. However, he still had the mess on his ass to tend to.
A quick glance around located a bidet. Bidet, bidet, bidet~ Always nice. After clicking the button for the box to start cleaning itself, he hopped on the bidet, getting comfy before pressing buttons.
His tummy rumbled, and he winced, feeling something move again. The little plop below him went ignored. He just wanted to be done with the disgusting part.
Lovino washed his hands and redressed, and left the room feeling relieved and clean. Another hybrid went in after him, a buxom lady with a cute pixie haircut, her ears as blonde as her hair.
Five star restaurant, the reality hit Lovino seconds later. For the rich. His owner was rich, there was a high chance he might be here. With that in mind, he pressed up against the wall, looking out at the many tables, laden with lavish cutlery and stunning flowers. The walls bragged historical photos and expert paintings, the whole place well-lit for the best ambience possible. All he had to do was look.
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Hi, This is my very first try at writing for Omo.org so I don't know if it will suck or not. But I thought I would give it a try. Fair warning though, I am only human so my grammar, punctuation, and spelling may not be the best. I'll edit later if needed, just don't be TOO nit picky. I'm sure this plot has been done over a million times but I like it and am writing for it anyways. What is the plot you ask? Read to find out, I don't do summaries. But no omo of any sort in this chapter. Will eventually happen in later chapters though I promise.
Prologue- The Incident
Tameria Skye woke drowsily and slowly rose from her bed, wondering why she was waking up so early on a Saturday. Sunday was her early day, it always had been. Not for religious reasons as her family had no religion, but she was always up by 5 am on Sunday, maybe because it was the final day of the weekend? She didn't know. But she was never close to being awake before 8 am on a Saturday, so why was she awake at 4:30 am right now?
Then she remembered. "I'm going off to college today" she mentally gasped. She couldn't believe it, eighteen whole years, all leading up to this. It had honestly been a shock even now, she had grown up her whole life seeming to drag on, and now suddenly adulthood just got real all at once. She allowed herself a few moments to reminisce on her childhood. It was perfectly decent, she was raised by her father alone as her mother had died in a train crash she preferred not to think about when she was 10.
Actually her father hadn't "raised" her per say, she mainly took care of herself as her father drowned himself in his work, presumably an attempt to cope with the death of his wife. Tameria never really knew what his job was, she knew it had something to do with science but was never intrigued enough to care or find out. Tameria was never into science, but was very much into books. She loved to read, if she could do nothing but sit around all day and read she would.
But she could not and she knew that. Because even if she had no need for a job, food, a bathroom, or any hygiene, she loved staying in shape. She had a good build on her if she had to say so herself, at 5'6'' she weighed a mere 120 pounds and had a nice 4-pack of abs that had all the guys in high school swarming. She never cared though, she wasn't into any of the guys there. Not girls either, no she didn't swing that way, she was fine and good with people who did but she just wasn't into anyone. It was determined in her mind somewhere in 8th grade that boys really wanted only a few things from girls, their bodies, their minds to cheat off of on major tests and projects, or their status, or money...
It was actually quite the list, but unfortunately love wasn't really on there. She knew there were probably some guys in the world that really loved a girl, but she was also just as sure they didn't live in the urban town of Marysville, Ohio. Maybe she would find a guy who did at college and be interested having a relationship for once. Probably not though, she believed that on the voyage of life, it's better to be on a friend-ship.
Having wasted enough time lying in bed and looking at the ceiling like a bored 12 year old in time out, she got up to go get ready for the day. After having a quick but relaxing shower and popping her eye contacts in over her ocean blue eyes she dressed in her favorite white Keep Calm And Look Fabulous T-shirt and dark blue shorts, Hello Kitty socks (what? she has to match?) and standard white Nike shoes. Upon looking in the mirror to brush her dark chocolate hair she smiled at herself, pleased. She exited her room to have breakfast with her father.
Well more like next to her father, her father really only ever had some toast and continued to work on whatever science thing he was doing right at the table. Today was no different. After an uneventful as ever breakfast Tameria washed the dish she had used and brushed her teeth. seeing as it was now 6:30 am and the sun was rising she thought it best to get on the road, she had no real reason to stay anyways since she had already been packed up the previous night.
She said goodbye to her father, with not much of a response, just his usual "have a good day" as if she would return in 7 and a half hours like in high school. She sighed, getting into her bright blue Prius and driving off. She was a very careful driver but was very excited! Tameria was the kind of girl who liked school, she managed to maintain a 3.8 gpa on top of book club, community service club, leadership, and several more clubs. She was well behaved too, never got in trouble. Once when asked to take pencils to the In-School Suspension room she had to ask a teacher for directions.
With her grades and extracurricular excellence, her first choice of university, the University of Kentucky, was all too pleased and practically jumped over itself to accept her to the Blue Wildcat family. She couldn't wait to get to college, her new life was beginning! she drove along at the legal speed though.
Unfortunately others didn't, what happened she couldn't tell. All she saw was a white blur and heard a loud, repetitive BANG. She felt a stab of pain throughout her body for a flash of a second, and then, nothing...
TO BE CONTINUED LATER
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Hey everyone! It's Kat here! This is originally a RP I did with a few people. I have changed the story a little and turned it into my own fiction story! This will be written in first person by the main character Hannah. Enjoy!
My name is Hannah. I am a year 9 high schooler. I am a really pretty, but shy person. I have bladder problems, so I can't hold onto my pee for a long time. My two best friends Jack and Ellie are the greatest friends one could wish for. Ellie is hilarious and such a great person to hang around an Jack is so loyal and kind. I have really (like REALLY- you know what I mean) liked Jack since fifth grade when we became friends in primary school. I'm don't know if he feels the same as I do. I want to tell him how I feel, but I am too shy.
At the moment I am in history class. My history teacher is Mr. Rodgers. He is really strict about leaving the classroom to go so where or do something. He even gets angry at the class captains when they leave the classroom to go to meetings. Honestly, I hate him. He would be my least favourite teacher. And what my luck- I really needed to go to the bathroom. I cross my legs to help me hold on. I start fidgeting and loose attention. Jack is sitting next to me. He looks at me sympathetically then turns back to the white board. 'I don't want to wet myself in front of the Jack, let alone the entire class!' I think to myself. I start slowly bopping up and down, helping to hold back my warm, wet accident. "Miss Hannah, is there something wrong?" Asked Mr. Rodgers. The whole class turned to me. I blush and sit up strait, accidentally letting a squirt of pee out. "N-no Mr. Rodgers. I'm fine...!" I lied. I was really desperate in fact. "Alright then...." He said and continued the lesson.
I took a sigh of relief. A little bit of pee leaked out and I held it all back before I lost it all. I felt my crotch. There was a wet patch. I turned to Jack, who was blushing. I quickly turned away. 'Oh no, did he see me?!' I thought. How embarrassing! He must think I'm an absolute weirdo! I decided to try and forget about it. I picked up my pen and started to write. I didn't know much about what we were doing in class, because I was too busy trying to hold my pee in. I wrote quite a lot until I dropped my pen. 'Dang!' I thought and bent down to pick it up. I think that I flashed my wet panties at him. As I bent down I felt a trickle in my panties. The wet spot was growing. I sat up and pushed my chair out. I dashed out of the classroom. I got a quick glimpse of Jack before I left the classroom. He was bright red and breathing heavily. What was up with him? "What do you think you are doing Miss Hannah!!?!" Yelled Mr. Rodgers. I slammed the door. As I slammed the door it all came rushing out. It trickled down my legs and onto the corridor floor. It was so warm and wet. 'What have I done? ' I thought.
Then the door swung open. "Hannah what do you thi-" Mr. Rodgers boomed. Then he gasped. Oh no. The whole class bursted out in laughter at me except for my two friends and Mr. Rodgers, who seemed furious. I turned bright red. I couldn't stop my flow. The warm wet pee was soaking my school uniform. It was so visible. A tear rolled down my face. There was something wrong with Jack. He was red and turned his head away from me. 'Whats up with him?' I thought. I hope he wasn't laughing too. "Can someone please take Miss Hannah to the office to help her clean up this....accident." Said Mr. Rodgers with slight anger in his voice. Ellie got up immediately. She walked to the door, stepping over my puddle of mess and lead me to the office with her arm over my shoulder.
"It's alright Hannah, this kind of stuff happens!" Said Ellie. We were sitting together during lunch. Mum had brought me a spare change of clothes and I had been all cleaned up. People still looked at me strangely when they walked past me. Ellie and I were sitting on a bench together in the part if the yard that had grass on it. "Where's Jack?" I asked. I was confused. He is always sitting with us. "I'm not sure. He has been acting so strange since, ya' know..." Said Ellie. I turned away. I hope he didn't think I was stupid because I wet myself and he doesn't ant to be my friend anymore! "What's up?" Asked Ellie. I sigh. "It's just that, he was acting all weird in the classroom when I was try to hold on. I think I flashed my panties at him when I bent down to pick up my pen and he saw my wet patch..." I said. Ellie giggled. "You think that's funny?" I asked in confusion. Ellie smiled. "Never mind..!" She said. "Well I need to go to the bathroom. Don't wanna loose it!" Joked Ellie. I smiled and she got up to go to the bathroom.
Just as Ellie entered the bathroom, Jack came out. He slowly walked over to me. He sat down. "H-hi.." I said. I blushed. He did too. "Hey um, sorry about your accident..." He said. I looked at my shoes. He moved closer to me. He put his hand on my arm. "It's ok. I don't mind." He said. He looked at me. He paused for a moment. "I actually...kinda liked it." He added. I looked at him. "What do you mean?" I said. He gulped. "This is something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time Hannah..." He said. "I-I really, like really...like you." He said. I blushed. "Jack, I really like you too....I have had a crush in you since fifth grade." I said. We looked each other in the eye. He touched my face. It sent shivers down my spine. He leaned in and kissed me. It felt so good. It was my first kiss. It was so wonderful. He took his lips away from mine, but our fore heads stayed together. "I love you Hannah." Whispered Jack. "I love you too." I whispered back. This was true love. Who knew a wetting accident could have brought us together?
So I hope you liked my fiction story. The RP ended at the wetting part. It also didn't include Jack and Hannah's love for eachother. I know it was kinda short but I enjoyed writing it! Thanks for all the support and lovely comments and messages, it means a lot to me!
Thanks guys, Luv ya!
-Kat :3 |
Crucifix of depression
Do you know what depression feels like? I'm sure there are those who can relate, but for those who don't; it's like being strapped onto a crucifix, in a dark room, hands held tight by massive nails driven into your weak and bloodied flesh, an iron chain wrapped around your neck. You want to call out for someone... someone who can help you... but you can't. Your lips are sewn tight... sewn by your own shyness and stupidity. All you can do... ... ...
... is bleed, scream, and cry... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
It was a normal morning for me; feeling slits of sun shine on my face and having a river of drool drench my pillow. I checked the time on my clock (which was going all out on the alarm)... "7:45... shit..." I was going to be late for class. I burst out of my bed and rushed to do my regular morning routine: Brush, shower and piss, put on clothes, eat a bowl of cereal, and head out for school. Instead of driving, I would normally just get there on my roller blades, since my school was not to far from my home.
I arrive at 8:07; classes had already started. I stuff my roller blades in a separate bag from my backpack, and rush to my homeroom. Not much of interest happens throughout my day, so I'm just gonna skip ahead to the end of the day...
The time is now 3:02. I'm walking down the hallways of my infernal school... but I'm not alone.
By my side was a rather short fellow with thin eyes, black hair, and a notepad and pencil in hand; his name was
Takashi Nakamoto, a Japanese kid.
He was talking to me about his latest manga that he was writing (which was a hobby of his, though his 'mangas' weren't very... tame....), going on and on about "how super sexy and erotic it was." With me not having anything to reply with, I just kept my mouth shut and listened to his blabbering. Eventually he changed topics multiple times, talking about "that girl who stealthily masturbates in class," or ,"who keeps replacing the bathroom soap with semen," or even, "that classroom that everyone is convinced is haunted." I kept my words to myself again. Takashi continued speaking when he said something that snatched me by the ear... "I don't believe that you have a girlfriend yet.. do you?" The question caught me by surprise, leaving me too embarrassed to say anything. "Ya gotta live a little more, man! Get out there and find someone... I'm sure there's plenty of chicks who'd be down to get dirty with you." I was actually going to respond to that, when something got both Takashi's and my attention. In front of us was a mass of people; both cheers and boos roared from them, however, it was near impossible to see what they were looking at without getting closer. "Jeez, is there another fight going on? And YOU'RE not in it?!" Takashi wondered. Normally in this school, I would get into fistfights with other people. I never really did it out of anger or hatred, but simply out of the fun of sport. Usually after a fight, I'd shake hands with my opponent and walk away. It was something that actually made me feel good... it made me feel... alive.
"I'll go check it out," I said. He nodded. I slowly approached the fleshy wall, penetrating it's defenses with "excuse me" and "pardon me." Once I was inside, I could get a clear view of what was happening. It was no fight, but there were two people facing each other. One of them stood triumphantly, with his arms crossed, and looking down. He had no hair on his head, a rather square chin, a menacing look in his eye, and rather pointy ears. His name was Douglas Howell. You could consider him the "school bully," if you please. Him and I were very well acquainted with each other, as we had somewhat of a rivalry between us.
On the other side was... a girl... a girl whom I had never seen before (or at least I don't think I have). She had long, blonde hair extending down to her hips, she also had quite the ample bosom, might I add. She must have been a D-cup! The girl didn't seem like she was happy, though. In fact, she was actually crying. It was quite obvious that Douglas was harassing her, but it wasn't quite clear to me why...
...until I looked down...
She laid in a golden puddle, her jeans drenched, and her shimmering reflection that became more distorted with each tear that fell in the puddle. For just a brief moment, I felt excited; I hadn't seen someone wet themselves in a very long time, but then my body felt extreme pity. Seeing someone not only humiliate herself in public, but to then amplify that humiliation by other people, being pelted at by other's insults and disgust... I had an impulse to do something about it.
I walked towards the girl, ignoring Doug's asinine comments about how "I have some balls to interrupt his 'him' time," and kneeled before her. "Hey... it's alright, no need to cry," I said calmly. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. Her eyes were a beautiful sky-blue, and within them, I saw... something I couldn't quite explain... it was this kinda 'filling' feeling, like this flurry of emotion was swirling inside my body. I was at a loss for words.
"Tell me... what happened, exactly?" I asked her. It took the girl a few sobs and a sniffle to respond. "*sob* I... I w-w-was going to-t-to the bathroom... and *sniff* he trihh-tripped me... I couldn't stop i-it *sob*." Her voice was soft and light, as if an angel had just spoken to me. I asked Doug if this was true or not... his response was "DA FUCK DOES IT MATTER TO YOU?! I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT! NOT TO MENTION, IT'S MY JOB TO TEACH THE FRESH MEAT THAT I AM IN CHARGE!"
At that moment, I was filled to the ends of my hair with white-hot rage. "It wouldn't be surprising for you to do something like this to anyone else... but... why... why this sweet, innocent person?" I asked. Douglas had let out a loud burst of laughter and then spoke "I'M GONNA ME HONEST WITH YOU, MY ORIGINAL INTENTION WAS TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN WITH HER AND HUMILIATE HER IN FRONT OF ALL MY... 'ADORING FANS,' BUT I DIDN'T EXPECT HER TO PISS HERSELF LIKE THE WHINY, DISGUSTING FUCKIN' BABY THAT SHE IS... THAT WHINY, DISGUSTING, PUTRID, RETARDED, SLUTTY, BITCHY, FUCKI-"
*BANG*
I just couldn't take it anymore... In situations like these, I try to keep myself cool-headed... but... never before had I experienced such feelings over another person. Why did I care so much for the safety of another person? It just wasn't who I normally am... or was it?
With every spark and cinder of anger I could ever produce in my entire life, I chucked my right fist square into Doug's teeth, causing him to fall back quite a distance. "How about you shut you FUCKING mouth before I rip your eyes out and stab you in the heart with your own goddamn spine!!!!!!!" I felt pure anger and hatred rushing through my veins. After Douglas finished recoiling in pain, he gazed at me with eyes hotter than a super nova, and bulldozed towards me with his arms swinging; the battle begins!
About a whole 7 minutes of fighting has passed; both me and Doug are beaten to a pulp, blood rushing from the both of us, weakened and exhausted, bruised and battered. I was just barely standing on my knees (I think I managed to bust one of his ribs), while Doug was wobbling. "*pant pant* YA KNOW... WHY IS IT THAT... ... ... THAT I CAN'T EVER HAVE *pant* ANY FUN?! HUH?!?!?! WHY CAN'T I JUST MESS AROUND... WITH THIS STUPID, UGLY WHORE?!" The girl looked at Doug angrily, still kneeling in her own urine, tears finally starting to dry. Takashi had kept close to her the whole fight, making sure nothing bad had happened to her amidst the chaos. Out of an impulse, to make some kind of comeback, she yelled out a Doug "If I'm an ugly whore, then I suppose that makes you a putrid swine!" The moment she said that, all eyes went towards her, Doug's most importantly.
His face went from angry to fucking pissed! He slowly trudged towards her, making the girl feel utter dread. "... ... ... SHUT... THE... FUCK... UP... BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*WHACK*
In a blinding fury, Doug drove his foot right into the girl's cheek, causing her to fall face-first into her own puddle...
...it was then... that I exploded!
Ignoring all pain in my body, I leaped toward Doug, screaming at the top of my lungs, and started swinging my fists at his face, barraging him punch after punch, blow after blow. For a moment, it almost felt like I had kept him in the air for a bit.
After doing what was practically a Hokuto Hyakuretsu Ken, I land one final blow to his face, causing him to go flying and landing into the crowd. Doug tried his damnedest to stay on his feet, but at this point I was surprised that he could even see!
I slowly walk towards him infuriatingly. I made it my goal that the moment I got to him, that he'd feel intense pain... and that was when an idea sparked in my head...
Once I approached him, I slipped behind him and grabbed hold of his pants, which I then proceeded to remove, including his underwear, revealing his genitals in front of everyone. He tried shaking me off, but held a tight grip on his legs. From my pocket, I quickly pulled out my earbuds. "It's a shame I'm gonna have to throw these away when I'm done," I said. I then wrapped the chord around his balls, and with intense force, pulled as hard as I possibly could. He immediately fell to the floor, moaning in pure agony. He begged for mercy, screaming at me to stop... but stop I did not... I only pulled harder. "When all those other people you tormented pleaded for mercy... what did you do?" I asked him. He only responded with more cries of pain. Eventually, my arms were tired, so I let go of the chord. Everyone laughed as they watched him grab himself and try to squirm away, until he picked up his pants and ran for the hills.
Wiping the sweat and blood off my brow, I approached the girl once again. "So... are you ok now?" I asked her. At first, she did not respond to me... instead, tears started to fall down her bruised face again. "Your face... it's all beaten... because of me," she said
I placed my swollen hand on her face, wiping the tears off her. "Bro, it's cool. I've taken worse. Besides, I could never leave a woman like you in that dumb ass's grasp."
"And... you don't think I'm... disgusting?"
"Assuming you mean the whole 'wetting yourself' thing, I would never do something as cruel as insult you over it."
Her eyes watered again, but this time, she smiled, and wrapped her arms around me. "*sniff* Thank you..."
I stood back up on my feet, and extended my hand out to her. "C'mon, let's get you all dried up," I spoke. She took her hands out from between her legs and hesitated to take my arm. "But... my hands are soaked in-"
I ignored her warning, and pulled her up, causing her to gasp in shock.
I began leading her to the bathroom, where I would assume she'd use the air dryer to dry her jeans and panties.
"So... I don't believe I've seen your face around these parts... you new here?"
She nodded, "I was born and raised in Chicago, but ended up moving here some time ago."
"Ah... I see... well uh... my name's Jack... Jack Donovan... you got a name?"
"... Natillie Rays."
"That's a lovely name ya got."
Eventually we reached the women's restroom.
"Ok then, I suppose I'll wait out here. Just yell if you need anything." Natillie then looked at me with a nervous breath.
"Jack?" she said. She didn't say anything after that, but instead, grabbed me by the hand and dragged me inside the bathroom, pulling me into one of the stalls. I was a little shocked by what had happened, I couldn't quite say anything in response. The stall was actually rather tight, so my chest was pressing against her's, which made me blush heavily. "Uh... your boobs are uh... ... ..." She looked up at me and smiled. "I don't mind one bit," she spoke rather cheerfully.
She pulled out her bag and took out a small box full of make up. "Hold still, I'm gonna fix your face right up," she said.
"How in the bloody hell are you gonna heal me with make up?"
"I'm not gonna heal you... just cover up the blood and bruises."
She had been working on my face for a while, making conversation with me as time passed.
"You seem like quite a nice guy," she began talking.
"Really? You probably don't wanna be near me though..."
"Well, right now I'm as near you as I could possibly get, so..."
"Nonono, I mean like... you probably don't wanna be friends with a guy like me..."
"Why not?"
"Well... I'm a bit... weird."
"Trust me, I'm weird too, I mean, I did just kinda piss myself. How could you be weirder than me?"
I said nothing back to her... only listing off in my head the many things that would weird her out: depression, my violent reputation, my fetish... If she had known about my fetish, especially after what just happened, surely I wouldn't be able to take it.
"Well, it doesn't matter. To me, I see you as a friend."
Hearing those words leave Natillie's lips made me blush. I don't think I had ever heard someone say something like that so genuinely.
"OK, all done," she said. Natillie pulled out a small mirror, showing me what I looked like... and I was astonished. My face left nearly no marks at all, granted the bruises and swelling was still there, just not as visible.
"Wow, I'm quite impressed. Thank you so much." I said
She responded with a flattered smile, which then, out of the blue, changed to a face of horror... She pulled back a bit and revealed a small wet patch on my pants.
"Oh... Oh God! I must have pissed out the remainder without even noticing." She turned her face away from me. "Please! I'm so sorry! I beg of you, please forgive me!"
I placed my hand on her shoulder and calmly said "It's cool, I don't mind at all. It's just an accident."
"Really? You're not mad at all?"
"Not in the slightest"
She returned to me with a tight hug with her face pressed against my shoulder. "Thank you."
"Alright then... now let's try and get your jeans dried." She nodded and opened the stall door... ... ... but when we had opened it, the whole bathroom was occupied by girls. Apparently, afterschool dance club was today, and everyone was there taking a bathroom break. In an instant, I was being pelted at by various objects as Natillie dragged my ass out of there.
Once we escaped, we both stood at the front of the school.
"Well... so much for cleaning you up," I said.
She looked up at me confidently, "Nah, I'm sure I can get home without getting caught anyways," she spoke.
"So I guess I'll just be on my way then," she continued, "It was nice getting to know you."
She started to walk the other way, when she turned back around and gave me another hug, this one being longer than the previous. "And... thanks again for what you've done." I could almost feel on last tear fall on my shoulder. It was so strange to me... Normally, I don't like being touched by other people, no less being hugged, but for some reason she felt different, it felt warm and welcoming, as if I was being embraced by the sun. At last, she let go of me and walked away, waving good bye as she went on.
As she got farther away, I could almost feel something... like as if both my soul and Natillie's had just become connected somehow. I also felt something that took place in my own mind...
...while I was held up high on my bloody crucifix, I could catch a glimpse of someone... the figure of a nude female, getting closer and closer until she was standing right in front of me. I tried to warn to her to stay away from me, but I could say nothing with my lips sealed shut, and as a result, she started to climb up to where I was. Her breasts were pressed against my chest. I felt some kind of happiness emanating from her, even in the dark abyss that was my consciousness. Then, she placed her fingers over one end of the thread that kept my mouth shut, and pulled it, until the blood-soaked thread was no longer restraining my speech... I could finally speak freely again, without shyness taking over me. It would still be some time until I'd be free from my damned curse, but at least I was, somehow, making progress.
As I return to reality, I couldn't help but ponder over Natillie. I wanted to know more about her, get to be closer to her... but most of all...
...I wondered if I'd get to see her again... |
Hey guys! It's Kat here! I recently write a fiction story and a lot of people REALLY liked it! So I have decided to make it a series! Enjoy!
My name is Hannah. I am a year 9 high schooler. I am a really pretty, but shy person. I have bladder problems, so I can't hold onto my pee for a long time. Two days ago I wet myself during history class. Even though the situation was at it's worst, the result was awesome. Jack is one if my two best friends. We have been friends since fifth grade back in primary, and since then, I have had a crush in him. Jack admitted his strong love for me when I wet myself. He thought it was pretty hot. We really love each other and now he is my boyfriend. My best friend Ellie knew that Jack liked me since I started high school. She also knew that I really liked him too. It's still unbelievable the fact that Ellie didn't spill the beans about our feelings!
We were in Gym Class. Our class is currently learning the skills of basketball. I would say it is a lot of fun, coming from a thin girl that likes sport, but most girls don't like it at all. Our gym teacher split us up into two teams. I was in Jack's team and Ellie was in the other team. The whistle blew and the game started. The opposition claimed the ball by a tall boy I think Ellie likes. He dribbles the ball about five meters away from the centre. He passes to a girl and she dribbles the ball, heading for the hoops. My turn to shine. I sped up to her and stole the ball while she was dribbling it. I heard a few cheers from my team. I bounced the ball all the way back to the centre and passed it to a boy. He passed it to Jack and he shot a three-point goal. We all high fived each other.
I looked at Jack and blushed. "Your really good at sport." I said. He smiled. "Your outstanding for a pretty girl your size!" He exclaimed. I blushed again. He put his hand on my shoulder. We looked each other in the eye. He had such beautiful eyes. Crystal blue. I had emerald green eyes. We smiled and went back to playing the game.
"Ugh I hate sport." Said Ellie. We were in the hallway, walking to get our lunch to eat. Jack and I laughed. "Maybe you need to cut off a few donuts or two a day!" I joked. Ellie snorted. "Just because I have a better taste in food than you, doesn't mean you have to make fun of me about it." Said Ellie. Jack laughed. "Alright my locker's over here. Meet you at the bench!" He said. I smiled at him before Ellie and I walked over to our lockers. Ellie smiled. "Your such a cute couple!" She exclaimed. I blushed. "I really like Jack. He is so nice." I say. Jack is so loyal and kind to me. "Hehe I can see that." Ellie replied. We grabbed our lunches and went to meet Jack at the bench.
The day had been so tiring. Math class was quite difficult. We we learning about algebra and boring stuff like that. Then at the end if the day we had art class and someone spilt paint all over the art room carpet. I had to admit. It was hilarious! So now I am sitting on my bed. Mum heaped gone out with some friends for the day and won't be back until late. I was wearing a cute baggy top and some leggings. Chill-out clothes. I needed to pee a little. But nothing much. It didn't really bother me. I heard a knock on my door. "Coming!" I yelled. I opened the door. "Hey Jack!" I said. "H-hey, can I drop by for a little?" He asked. I smiled. "Of course! Come in. Mum's not home. Even so, she wouldn't mind at all. He smiled. "Thanks." We walked into my bedroom and I sat in my bed.
"You look really nice Hannah!" Jack exclaimed. He touched my stomach. I put my hand on top of his. His hand was warm. I liked it. "Your so cute Hannah." He said as he sat down beside me. He touched my face and kissed my lips.His tongue entered my mouth and he licked the inside if my mouth. I moaned. Jack knew how to make a girl happy. My urge to pee was becoming stronger as Jack turned me on. He took his lips away from mine and started biting my neck. It caught me off guard and I squirted out a little bit of pee. I used my thighs to put pressure on my crotch. He put his hand on my chest. "Hannah, your excited, aren't you? Your heart's beating fast." He whispered. He moved his had down onto my breast. He massaged it. I moaned. "Jack..." I moaned. It felt so nice.
He moved his hand down to my crotch. He rubbed it. I leaked a little. Jack looked up at me. "You need to go, don't you?" He whispered with naughtiness in his voice. I never knew Jack had a side like this. I kinda liked it. I nodded slowly. He pressed on my crotch where my wet patch was. I gasped. "Jack...! I-I'm gonna..." I said. He smiled. He stood me up, still with his hand in my crotch. "I want you too lose it. While my hand is there." He whispered. He started massaging my crotch. I gasped. I couldn't hold it any longer. I started bouncing a little. Jack kissed me again and caught me off-guard. The wet patch now was visible through my leggings.
"Let go Hannah. You know I love it." He said. I blushed. He tickled my crotch and I lost it all. Hot pee rushed down my legs and onto the floorboards. He massaged my crotch quickly and very energetically. "Yeah...." He moaned. He had a bulge in the crotch of his jeans. Was he really...? After a while my flow stopped. He moaned. A wet patch started to grow in his jeans. I blushed. "Jack is that pee or....?" I said. He blushed. "Both." He said. He started to wet himself. It got onto me. It was so warm. I put my hand on his bulge. I was feeling really hot right now. His mixture off pee and white syrup covered the floor and my hands. It felt so nice. Eventually it stopped. "That was so hot babe." He said. I kissed him. It was so nice. I never felt this good in my life. I was full of adrenalin and loved it. Our lips parted. "I love you Jack...." I whispered. He smiled. "I love you too."
So I hope you liked my second episode! Please leave feedback on what I should do in the next episode. Thanks for all the support guys. It means a lot to me!
Seeya!
-Kat :3 |
Hi everybody ! This is my first story, I hope you'll enjoy it. English isn't my first language, so I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I know how unpleasant it can be.
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"Thanks. You can keep the change." Alicia said to the taxi driver before slamming the car's door a little too hard. In one of the the quick, nervous motions that characterized her, she put her collar back in place, fixed her dark brown hair, and stepped confidently inside the nearest shop. Over the entry, an old-fashioned neon sign read Calderone's Coffee House. It blinked at night, although the place closed early in the evening ; on sunday mornings, students that had spotted the purple light the night before rushed in for a quick hangover fix that Mr. Calderone was happy to serve himself. As far as Alicia knew, he was the only barista creative - or stupid - enough to mix green tea and coffee together.
As soon as she opened the door, the old Italian man quickly got up from his chair to greet her.
"Alicia ! There you are." he said with his thick accent.
"Mr. Calderone, how are you ?" she answered.
Although he insisted that Alicia call him by his first name, it never felt right for her. Somehow, despite his small height, her boss displayed an aura of power and strength. Maybe it was the impressive ring he always wore on his index finger. Or his straight, proud stature. Or the silences we deliberately left in the conversation to look people deeply in the eye. Alicia had always remembered her job inteview with him, since after a series of basic questions the man had prepared two capuccinos and they spent hours talking about life. Their friendship is mainly the reason why Alicia chose his coffee shop over Starbucks for her part-time job. But today, he seemed more tired than usual. This probably had to do with the shop being for sale.
"You are twenty minutes late. I thought we agreed for today... You received my text messages, didn't you ?"
Alicia felt the blood drain from her head. How could you forget ?
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I..." she started.
"It's okay, I could handle a few more minutes." a deep voice said behind the counter.
The voice belonged to Jimmy, the second employee of Calderone's Coffee House. Alicia looked in his direction, and her eyes met the empty, sad gaze of a porn-addicted teenager. Although Jimmy was always very friendly, sometimes he would freeze, his eyes lost in the dark of a coffee cup. It took a few snaps to take him out of his trance, after which he forced a smile back on his face. Strange kid. Jimmy quickly made his way to Mr. Calderone to shake his hand, exchanged a few awkward words with Alicia, and left. He was done for the day. Only then, Mr. Calderone explained the situation to her. One of the most interested buyers for the shop would arrive any second, and everything had to be running smoothly and without interruption during the meeting. She had to get to work immediately.
Usually, Alicia made sure to arrive in advance so she could apply some makeup, and more importantly, go to the bathroom. During the day, coffee machines scattered around her law school helped her feed her caffeine addiction, with the slight inconvenient of having to go more frequently. She never went to the bathroom after her last class, considering she could quickly hop in a cab and relieve herself at the coffee house. But today, she would have to deal with it. As soon as she pondered the idea, she felt a strong urge to pee, as if the simple fact that she won't have access to the bathroom for the next two hours made it suddenly more intense. You're gonna have to hold it. She took place behind the counter, put on her apron, and noticed how well it went with her black summer skirt.
The first thirty minutes went by easily. Mr. Calderone was chatting with the buyer on the other end of the room. When no other clients were around, Alicia tried to read their lips, but never could figure out what the conversation was about. Mr. Calderone was leaning forward, his fingers crossed on the table, in a position that seemed rather uncomfortable. She was disrupted by a slight headache, indicator of caffeine withdrawal. Alicia prepared a cup of a strong arabica coffee, sprinkled cinnamon on top, and started to drink it. The first sip, combined with the complex smell, sent a wave of pleasure through her body. That's better. Her headache disappeared gradually, but by now it was hard for her to stay still, and she had to wiggle one of her legs constantly to fight the urge to go. She glanced over to the toilet door next to her boss, but her mind firmly refused. She wasn't going to disappoint Mr. Calderone for a simple bathroom problem, although it was becoming pretty important.
After an hour, the tension became almost unbearable for Alicia. When nobody was looking, her hand reached for her crotch and helped sustain the urge to pee. She had a few strange looks from clients, while some others seemed amused to see her so desperate. In the other corner of the room, Mr. Calderone and the buyer had both removed their vests and rolled up their sleeves to be more at ease. There was an open briefcase on the table, full of various documents and contracts, and the golden sunlight entering by the shop windows gave an unreal appearance to the scene. For Alicia, the minutes started getting longer, and with each of them more strange thoughts filled her head. For one brief second, moving from side to side with her thighs pressed tightly together, her mind went adrift and she remembered last Halloween, when she and her two best friends went to a party disguised as babies. Jenny had joked about how practical it was to be actually wearing a pull-up diaper as an adult and, ironically enough, this night she laughed so hard a small leak almost turned into an accident. Alicia could have sworn the old pack of diapers they bought at the last minute was still somewhere around her house, and wondered how much she would be ready to pay to have one on herself right now.
The door opened, and took her out of her thoughts. The client was a guy in a grey business suit that barked his order at Alicia, projecting a strong odor of menthol and cheap perfume towards her in the process. Jerk. She realized her hand was still jammed between her crotch. She released it, and used it to empty the coffee pot into a disposable cup. She poured cold skim milk into a metal cup, frothed it into a creamy foam, and poured it on top of the coffee. While trying not to breathe the toxic smell of the man in front of her, she announced the price, her gaze caught by a mustard stain on his tie. The young execituve started searching his wallet, obviously determined to give the right change. Meanwhile, manipulating these liquids had reminded Alicia of how desperate she was. She clumsily leaned on the counter, her both hands on the edge, and felt the pain in her bladder grow even more. When the guy proudly threw his coins on the counter, she didn't even check if the price was right. She cashed it immediately, said thanks in a nervous voice, and turned around to take care of the drip coffee machine. But her hand went to her stomach instead, and her eyes closed for a brief moment.
There were five different coffee machines in Calderone's Coffee House, and for each one the raw coffee beans had to be grinded differently. The huge coffee drip machine was the first of them, the one the business started with. Despite five years of work, it still made perfect coffee, thanks to an extremely fastidious weekly maintenance. When it was turned on, the water in the tank slowly started to heat up, and was brought to the top of the machine by a sort of rigid straw.
Alicia froze as she felt her inner muscles were failing her. Despite all afforts, she was losing the battle. Her eyes grew in horror.
Drip by drip, the hot water is brought up and released directly into fine ground coffee. And little by little, the liquid reaches and stains the filter, which slowly takes the color of the fresh coffee.
Alicia felt a strange, unusual warmth spreading around her crotch. She lifted the front of her skirt a few inches, putting the apron aside, and noticed, terrified, that her blue panties were wet. You're wet. Losing control like a little girl.
As more and more water proceeds through the coffee, the filter eventually gets saturated, and the first drops start to collect at the bottom of the clean glass pot.
Alicia felt more warmth. This time, four drops found their way to the floor, and she felt another one sliding along her left leg. As she saw the four small puddles on the floor, she realized it was too late. To late to ask for a simple permission. Why didn't she do it ? Everybody would probably have understood... How much would you pay to be wearing a diaper right now ?
The liquid, transparent at first, becomes darker and darker with the amount of coffee produced. The ground beans and the filter are unable to hold any more water, allowing a constant stream to pass through until nothing is left in the initial tank.
Completely helpless, Alicia brought her hand in front of her mouth and witnessed her own accident, completely letting go. Her thick underwear quickly overflowed, and half of the stream was trickling down her left leg, while the other half found its way directly to the floor, splashing on her shoes. The wetness had spread to the seat of her panties, and since she was unable to stop, all she could hope for was that her skirt remained dry. She peed herself for what seemed like an eternity until she was left, in shock, her underwear still dripping into the gigantic puddle at her feet.
"Alicia ? Everything all right ?"
She jumped in surprise and turned around. Had Mr. Calderone noticed someting ? He was leaning back on his chair and seemed worried.
"No, no, everything's alright, Mr. Calderone." she said in a trembling voice. You're wet, you're not alright.
"Ah, good, good. Would you please serve a last coffee to Mr. Hopkins here, before he goes ? It's a Caffe Americano, size 2, to-go."
Alicia smiled uncomfortably as the potential buyer, the handsome Mr. Hopkins, approached the counter. While she was preparing the cup, she noticed how wet she felt when she walked and wondered how much time it would take to dry up.
When the coffee is ready, the steam transports its delicious smell and fills the room with it, making any coffee lover salivate in expectation.
Alicia saw Mr. Hopkins wrinkle his nose a brief moment and take his eyes to the floor.
"Spilled something ?" he asked.
"What ? Oh, uh... Yes. Water was a little too hot to handle so I spilled some of it. I'll wash it up." she said, handing him his cup.
Hopkins raised an eyebrow and smiled. A few minutes after he was gone, Mr. Calderone allowed Alicia to go home earlier. She thanked him and brought the floor cloth back to the maintenance local. She gathered her belongings, but before she went out, decided to take a trip to the bathroom.
"You poor thing, you must be desperate to go after one hour and a half of service." remarked Mr. Calderone.
Alicia gave no answer. Instead, she locked herself in and stepped in front of the dirty mirror. Lifting her skirt, she could see the dark patch covering her underwear in the reflexion. She didn't know how to feel. No-one noticed after all. A quick check revealed that it was still wet ; in a few hours, there won't be any trace of the accident. And how naughty will it feel to ride the cab home when the driver had no idea of what happened ?
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Alicia was standing in her recently renoved kitchen. Everything here seemed made for people taller than humans, and there were definitely too many cupboards. She kneeled in front of her kitchen sink and opened some of them. Taking out a few bottles of unidentified house products, she reached to the far end for a colorful square plastic bag. After replacing the bottles where they were, she closed the cupboards and sat on the cold tiles, contemplating the bag. After a minute, she took a soft, folded pullup diaper out of it. It's for little girls. She unfolded it, and examinated the various patterns at its surface. But you wet yourself like a little girl after all.
She stuffed the diaper at the bottom of her bag, covered it with other stuff, and went out. How much would you pay to be wearing a diaper right now ? |
Hello everyone. I wrote this as a sort of experiment to test my abilities writing in a proper manner. I look to soon write serious, non-sexual novels, but for my first thing, I wanted it to be something I was very passionate about. So I combined desperation, watersports, medieval times, and my love for weaponry. This is set in a very low-fantasy world with some very realistic and some violent themes. I'll split the story into multiple parts to make it easier to read in multiple sessions, as this is a long one. Please enjoy. If you want to read it in chapters, you can find it here: https://omorashi.org/story/246-to-lunambra-a-medieval-watersports-tale/
Part 1- Travels
Marina walked beside the carriage, leaning slightly forward and keeping her arms pressed tightly to her side. A river flowed beside her, twisting through the forest trees. She stood still and held her legs together, but was quickly forced to continue walking, the chain around her waist pulling her along.
It was the year 1432, and Marina was a servant girl for the royal family of Queen Jenara, the monarch of a small kingdom called Lunambra, laying in the northern lands of Europe. The Queen was traveling home from a Joust which had taken place in their neighboring kingdom of Valdus. Queen Jenara sat atop the carriage beside her son, Prince Baeden. Six armed and armored guards escorted the carriage, two on each side and two sat on the rear platform of the carriage, watching the rear flank.
Once the Joust of Valdus was completed, there was a Feast which consisted of barrels of ale and mead and tankards of wine. Of course, Marina's refreshment had consisted of a barrel of semi-melted snow which was used to cool the jugs of wine and ale, and in the heat of the firepit and many torch sconces, Marina drank more than her fair share of it. Once the members of the Feast were satisfied and full, the Queen chose to leave the castle that same night to arrive in Lunambra in time for a small competition of their Knights.
Marina had not relieved herself since this Feast. She was held to the carriage by a thin chain which wrapped around her waist and over her shoulders. It was her first time journeying to another kingdom with the Queen, so the traveling freedoms of more trusted servants were not allowed to her. With each step, her belly throbbed and her knees felt weak. She knew that neither the Queen, Price, or the guards had relieved themselves, same as her, but they were used to journeys like this. Marina was accustomed to staying either in in the Queen's or Prince's tower where there was always a chamberpot in a minute's reach.
The Castle Town of Lunambra was only fifteen miles from the Jousting Hall of Valdus, but at the trotting pace of a horse escorting on-foot guards, the distance still felt great. On and on they walked, and after what felt like an Age, Marina could contain herself no longer. As she walked she let out a short yelp, which caught the attention of the Royalty. The Prince looked over the side of the carriage at her, the Queen glaring over her son's shoulder.
“What is wrong with you, girl?” The Queen leered down at her, and the guards bought the to a stop.
“I apologize, my Queen, I...A stone beneath the snow struck my foot. It will not happen again,” Marina said, as the vulgarity of expressing a need to urinate in front of the Queen would surely mean a heavy punishment, perhaps even banishment from the kingdom.
“Very well, be careful then,” said the Queen, and motioned to the guards to continue the journey. And so she walked. Nearly an hour later, now passing into the afternoon as the sun crossed the top of the sky, they came over a hill to see the turrets of Lunambra's castle, appearing tiny from the distance. There was still travel to be had, well into the evening. But Marina's body had plans of its own. If she could stop at her own pace, hold herself the way she needed to, she might have been able to control herself for the rest of the afternoon. But being constantly pulled, with a chain tied around her waist, there was nothing to be done.
She crossed her arms over her chest and started shivering. Not from the cold, for even as a servant she was well-dressed for the weather. In Lunambra, servants were well-trained to cater to the need of any Noble, and that training required much time. Lunambra servants were not disposable, and to have them dying from cold during every journey was not desirable. She shivered from urgency, feeling the abhorrent quantity of water inside of her pressing down from all directions. The chain that was regularly comfortably loose was squeezed tightly against her belly, and her womanhood throbbed stronger with each passing second. She had never felt like this before, with her own body doing everything it could to ruin her life. Some servants would welcome banishment, a chance to face the world on their own, a free person. But not Marina. She was comfortable, complacent, and held good standing among the peasants and guards of the Castle and city.
She felt herself about to moan again, but bit down hard on her bottom lip to contain it. However, while the moan would be contained, her waters would not. She felt her face turning bright red even through the bitter cold, as a burst of wetness found its way into her thick leather pants. The liquid slid down her leg and found its home in her fur boots. She tightened every muscle she could while maintaining the speed of the carriage, but it was too late for her. As she walked, more and more water escaped her tortured body, sliding warmly down her legs into her boots. After five minutes of slow leaking, she simply lost control. As she walked, her urine flowed strongly from her, sliding down her legs and pouring out of her boots. She looked behind her, waiting for the guards riding the rear of the carriage to notice the trail of yellow snow right to her. But there was no trail. After a few seconds of pondering, her bladder still going strong, she realized that her urine was clear as she had consumed nothing but water the past night. It was clear as the ponds within the Capitol City, and she felt a shred of hope that her humiliation may go unnoticed. As she thought this, she finally looked towards the carriage.
The Prince was staring right at her. Wide-eyed and astonished, he looked on as she flowed like a creek, hardly breathing. He looked to be in a trance, and his gaze did not falter for the entire duration of her relief. She had a look of pure fear on her face, obviously expecting him to jump from the carriage and behead her on the spot, or some such similar punishment. He had no intention of doing so.
As they were moving, Prince Baeden had heard the hiss of water quietly beside him. At first he thought of the river leading to Valdus, but they had long since left it behind. He looked to his right, and spotted the servant girl. At first it wasn't quite clear what was happening. It was a surprising sight, seeing water rise from her boots and pour into the snow. However he quickly realized that she had been forced to relieve herself as she walked. Her pants were made from leather and water would not penetrate them, causing her liquids to rise from her boots once filled. As she walked, more and more water sprayed from her feet.
After a long period of time, her waterfalls ceased. She was still looking up at him, her eyes glowing with fear. He did all he could to comfort the girl without drawing attention to her, smiling reassuringly down at her. Her gaze fell, and she pulled her fur-lined hood over her head and continued walking as the chain pulled her along. Of course the Prince was in urgent need of relief as well, and he could in no way blame the girl for being unable to hold herself for the entire trip. In fact, he was utterly impressed that she had been able to make it this far. If he weren't used to holding such quantities of drink from countless Feasts and Warmeets, he was certain he would have lost himself much sooner than this.
As for the Queen, she was oblivious to the situation as her right ear was nearly deaf due to the natural gas explosion that took her husband the King from her as they explored the newly dug passages beneath the castle by torchlight. Her legs twitched gently, but her own need was doing well enough. It was part of the training of a Lady to be able to absorb any amount of drink and release none of it until she was well ready. Of course there were limits, but she was yet to reach them. Men were vulgar and guards, Princes, and Kings alike would see no backlash from spraying off a castle ledge during a drunken feast. She had seen her own husband make a game of it by seeing who could mark the furthest snow along with King Carter of Valdus. However, if a Queen or any other Lady of nobility were to make water elsewhere than her own chamberpot, she would be forced to flee the Kingdom out of pure shame. She squeezed her legs together for another second, then motioned at the guards to increase the horse's pace.
Marina felt a jolt as the horses picked up a bit of speed. She started slowly jogging to keep up, the chains rattling around her body. At first, the heat of her urine had been comfortable, even pleasurable, but it had quickly started to cool and she began to fear the possibility of frostbite on her legs and feet. They would likely reach the warmth of the castle before it became a problem, though. She glanced up at the carriage from beneath her hood, and saw the Prince was still staring at her with a dazed grin on his face. What is he doing that for, she thought. If he wasn't going to punish her, did he find some amusement from it? Did he find her funny? She pulled her hood back down and kept jogging beside the carriage.
Prince Baeden finally tore his gaze away from the servant girl. He realized it was utterly rude to stare as such, but for some inexplicable reason he found the scene fascinating. This small girl had obviously done everything in her power to contain herself, despite the fact that she knew the length of the journey ahead of them. What was it about women that made them torment themselves such over something so simple and understandable? Why not just say she needed a piss and stop the carriage to properly relieve herself? But then he thought of his mother, and how she would have reacted if a servant girl were to interrupt their travels in such a manner. Maybe it was better this way after all. He shifted in his seat, and felt his manhood stiffen slightly beneath his chainmail greaves. He looked back down at the girl, and had to admit to himself that she was definitely attractive. Her best point was her eyes, which were a shade of amber he had never seen before. He had a good look at them while they were staring each other down as she was wetting herself. In the light of the sun they looked nearly purple.
Other than her eyes, her hair was another fine feature, a dark, morose shade of red that matched the very few leaves that remained on the trees above them. She was healthier than other servant girls he had seen, obviously receiving better and more food as she was a personal servant to the Royal Family. She was the perfect height, he estimated 15 centimeters shorter than his two meters. Her legs were long but they didn't take away from the rest of her body. Even through her heavy animal skin coat (Elk, he thought), her breasts were standing out, enhanced by the chain pressing into them from either side. He shifted again, feeling his bladder pressing into the rope tying his robes together. He thought about calling for the carriage to stop so he could attend to his need, but in his endless chivalry, refused to force the servant girl to know this after she had so strongly fought for her dignity. He looked away from her just as he heard two twangs of crossbow strings, and the two leading guards fell to the ground, dead.
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Part Two- Trees
Marina screamed as twelve men sprinted onto the road from the surrounding forest, coated in white fur that had perfectly hidden them within the snowbanks. The rear guards drew their broadswords, but they were dispatched by two more crossbowmen. Marina dove for cover under the carriage, and she heard the Queen shriek as she was pulled from her seat. Marina saw the Queen's light blue robe as she was dragged into the forest away from the carriage. Above herself, she heard Prince Baeden scream in fury, the sound of a sword unsheathing, followed by multiple metallic clashes. She heard a fwhump from behind her, and rolled over to see the Prince laying on his back beside the carriage. The bandits surrounded him, but he rolled backwards onto his feet, sweeping his sword around, cutting the legs of three of the bandits. They fell, and the Prince sprinted for the front of the carriage. She heard a horse neigh angrily, and the carriage began to move forward, with Marina still attached to it. She was spun out from under the carriage and started to get dragged behind it, and she looked down to see the Prince sprinting after her, holding the Hawk Axe of a fallen bandit. He dove through the air, driving the spike of the axe into the chain that held her, breaking the link as the carriage sped away from them.
Prince Baeden grabbed the servant girl and tossed her over a snowbank into the forest. He threw the axe into the chest of the nearest pursuing bandit, and dove over the snowbank after her. He lifted her to her feet and lead her by the hand deep through the trees into the forest. Every few steps he turned to look behind them, until eventually the bandits were nowhere to be seen. Finally, Baeden stopped to catch his breath, the servant girl stopping beside him. She had tears pouring from her beautiful eyes and the Prince could hardly stand the sight.
“Who were th-” she stammered, but was interrupted by the Prince.
“What is your name?”
“Wha-”
“Your name, girl. Tell me.”
“I am Marina, my Prince. I just- Thank you for-”
“Silence, Marina. We mustn't draw attention to ourselves right now. Stay close to me. I have to capture one of them and figure out where they've taken my mother.” He turned and began to head back towards the road.
Marina followed the Prince, ever more aware of the freezing water within her boots and pants. She feared the effects of the cold almost more than she feared the bandits...or the Prince. “Wait, please,” she called. He stopped and turned to her.
“What is it?”
Summoning all the bravery she had in her small frame, she just decided to spit it out. “You saw what happened to me earlier. My boots and pants are soaking wet, and frostbite will soon set in. I need to find shelter and warmth or I will die out here, or at best, lose my legs. I understand you must find your mother, but please: Allow me to seek shelter on my own.”
He stared at her inquisitively. “You speak very interestingly for a servant. Where were you raised?”
Marina failed to see the urgency of this question, but she decided to humor him. “I was raised within the castle since birth, trained to be a personal servant to you and the Queen. I was only given the true duty two weeks ago.”
“Very well. If you are a servant to us, is it not your duty to offer your life to protect the Queen?”
“Well, yes, but if-”
“Then we shall find you shelter and warmth, and upon recovery you will help me recover the Queen. These bandits are well-known around these parts. They make a habit of capturing nobles and ransoming them for gold, although they've never been bold enough to target the Royal Family. I don't fear for my mother's immediate safety, they have no history of killing or harming their captives.” He motioned for Marina to follow, and lead her into the thick trees again.
After trudging through even more snow, Marina spotted a cliff face hidden behind a group of evergreens which were leaning against the rock, leaving a patch of dry ground underneath the snow. “There!” she whispered, pointing at the potential shelter. Baeden walked underneath the trees, pushing into them to make sure they wouldn't fall or shift, burying them in snow. Once he determined them to be solid enough, he motioned for Marina to enter the shelter. She collapsed onto the dry pine-covered ground, exhausted from the journey, her accident, and fleeing from the bandits. The Prince sat next to her and saw her begin to shiver.
“You aren't wrong, frostbite will set in soon without intervention. However there is no way I can light a fire with hostile men in the territory.” Without another word, he leaned over Marina and quickly pulled off her freezing boots and then began to untie the rope of her pants.
“Oy, what do you think you're doing!” she spat, before she could stop herself.
Baeden looked into her eyes. “I'm sorry Marina, but you have to understand. This is survival, there's no room for dignity or shame here. If you leave the wet clothes on, you know what will happen.” And he pulled free the bow on her pants and slid them off of her before she could protest further. She was now exposed to the open air, and despite all the bad circumstances the Prince could not help but notice the perfect two-inch gap between her thighs and her tight womanhood that appeared as no more than a slit underneath her lower hair. He looked up into her face which was redder than the setting sun, then finally shook off the hypnotizing sight and jumped into action, removing the outer layer of his robe and wrapping it around her feet and legs. He lay next to her and wrapped his arms tightly around her legs. And there they stayed, for an hour without saying a word.
As time passed, Marina grew more and more comfortable. Her legs quickly warmed between the Prince's soft robe and his tight grasp, and she felt herself shiver from a new feeling entirely: Excitement. She was laying in a forest with a Prince, a PRINCE, beside her, embracing her nearly naked legs with his head inches from her most private areas. She turned red again as she felt herself unwillingly moisten beneath the Prince's robe. The Prince slid upwards slightly and she was terrified that he may have noticed this, but then she saw something she never imagined she would see a Prince do. He rolled onto his back and openly grabbed his manhood, letting out what could only be described as an anguished groan. After the initial shock of this display, she remembered: He had not relieved himself since the Feast the night before. With every passing second she felt herself getting braver and more comfortable around the Prince, and she spoke to him.
“My Prince, I know that you have not...tended to your humanly needs in well over twenty hours. There is no shame in it, you must do it sometime.”
To her surprise, the Prince did not appear upset with her proposition. “I cannot leave this shelter,” he whispered simply. “The bandits could be anywhere and I can't let my guard down as such.”
It was though Marina was under some sort of spell, she couldn't control the words coming from her mouth. “Then do it here, my Lord. I swear to you, it does not offend me.” The Prince's face was contorted in concentration, he was obviously at the very limits of his capacity. “Think about it, if we are attacked while your need is so urgent you would not be able to fight.” She looked at him, entranced by how human he appeared, a high class noble being held to such basic needs. And for whatever reason, Marina loved it. She was surprised by what he said next. “What about you? It has been over two hours since you did it. I saw you going at that barrel of water last night, I'm sure you have need again.”
Marina hadn't even thought about it with all the excitement, but now that it was mentioned, she did feel the pressure that had been so familiar to her for all that day. “Yes, my Prince, I do feel it again. But I'm sure my need is nowhere as strong as yours.” She finally had the luxury of crossing her legs now, and she felt the Prince's robe pressing against her womanhood.
“It wouldn't be proper of me to relieve myself while you have need of it too,” he said, and ironically went back to openly holding himself and breathing heavily. Marina wouldn't have any of that. She pulled his robe off of her and kneeled straight. He turned his head to look at her, and his face instantly went blank again the same as when she lost control beside the carriage. If he looked on with such fascination then, he could see even more now. She crawled to the base of the shelter, and leaned back against one of the trees.
“I will free you of your need to be 'proper' then,” she said, and a jet of urine began spraying out from between her legs. It was too much for the Prince, and he began desperately tugging at the rope on his inner robes and finally his greaves underneath. As Marina was still going, he freed his manhood and slowly knelt beside Marina. She looked at him, at it. She had never seen a man's effects before, save for paintings and statues. It was so much bigger than either of these art forms displayed. She realized that the Prince was still looking at her, and he wasn't yet releasing his water. Her legs were positioned so he could only see from the side, and in a moment of impulse she widened her legs to give him view of herself. This did it.
He began to go, gasping and groaning in pleasure as he finally released twenty-one hours worth of urine. She ran out after a few more seconds, but kept staring at the Prince as he relieved himself beside her. He quickly tried to turn away from her, but she crawled further towards the edge of the shelter forcing him to stay facing her, as if he turned he would wet their pine bedding. “Does this amuse you, girl?” he said in an agitated tone, as she continued watching him intently. However despite his pride, his body failed him, and she saw his organ stiffen greater with each passing moment she watched him. Her womanhood was still in full view, and not even a Prince could deny her attraction. Soon enough, he finished his business and collapsed backwards onto the pine bedding.
Marina watched as he struggled to stuff his hardened member back into his tight chain and leather greaves, but it was futile. Marina lay naked beside him and his thoughts would not leave her. But he was a Prince, his honor forbade him to take advantage of the girl. And so he continued to lie there, his manhood standing straight as a Royal Guard. Marina would not take her eyes off it, as he could not take his eyes off of her. Marina's legs were getting cold from the open air, but she did not want to wrap herself as the Prince was still exposed. It was a standoff of a very unique nature, but one of them would have to falter. Marina decided to make her move.
She pulled the robes back over herself, and slid upwards to lay next to the Prince. She was now pressed against him, and she opened the robe and covered the Prince with it as well. “I offered my robe to you, there is no need to share its warmth with me,” he said softly, his breath passing over her ear as he spoke. She shivered but managed to compose herself.
“There is nothing wrong with a woman being chivalrous, my Lord. I know you must be very cold.” He could not deny her statement, he was very cold indeed. He pulled the robe tighter over himself and Marina did the same. They stayed there as the sun set behind the trees and the shelter slowly fell into complete blackness. Baeden's back grew sore from a stone that had been digging into it for a time, and he rolled to his right and felt his manhood press against her leg. Before he could turn away, she sleepily swatted at it, causing him to yelp softly. She rolled around and glared at him. “What was that sound for?” she asked.
“You hit me in my-” But he didn't need to finish his sentence. Marina began giggling like a young girl, pressing her hands against her mouth to stifle herself.
“I'm sorry, I thought there may have been a squirrel on me or some such, are you alright?” she said through continuous laughter. The Prince couldn't help himself, and he began chuckling along with her. He wasn't sure what he found so funny, but her laughter was contagious. He realized that they were making far too much noise, and he pulled her against his chest until they both regained their senses. They stayed together for a time, breathing softly and feeling each other's warmth. Finally Marina looked into the eyes of the Prince. “Do you want me, my Prince?”
Baeden held his breath and closed his eyes, fighting every instinct his body was shouting at him. “I cannot. I am honorbound to-”
“Oh I'm sorry, but to hell with your honor, if you want to have me, then I am yours right here and now!” she whispered desperately into his ear. He couldn't stop himself, and his right hand slid down between her legs. She inhaled deeply and pressed herself into him, holding his hand against her burning mound. He stroked her hair with his left hand and rubbed her soaked womanhood with his right. His middle finger slid smoothly into her, and he gently rotated his hand, coinciding with Marina's own gyrating. Her eyes and mouth were tightly squeezed shut, and she moaned inwardly, using all her strength not to yell out loud. He moved his left hand from his hair over her right breast, gently squeezing and rubbing it through her coat. She pulled her hands up and fiddled with the buttons until the coat fell loose, exposing her small but extremely smooth and perky breasts. Her nipples stood at full attention, and her entire body quivered with lust. He ran his left hand over her breast, gently circling her nipple as she breathed heavily into his chest. His right hand continued its work, sliding in and out of her body. He felt that rough patch about three inches into her and began to rub it and push on it, the only thing that ever seemed to get a reaction out of the many princesses he had been presented with. However, Marina's response was far greater than any of those. She squealed and gripped his arm so tightly it almost hurt, and she pressed her face into his robe to stop herself from screaming. She thrust forward and back, pressing herself against his hand as hard as she could. Eventually she could take the teasing no longer, and she pushed his hand away and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide for him. Baeden kneeled over her, gripping his rock-hard member and began to lean into her...but with the willpower of God Himself, he fell to the ground and pulled the robe tight around Marina's shaking body.
“Honorbound or not, it isn't the time nor the place. Sleep now, we search for the Queen come morning.” And that was that. She was left hot and untended, as was the Prince, but if he would restrain himself she must do so as well. For well over an hour she fought the desire to bring herself to satisfaction beneath the robe, but she finally drifted into a restful sleep.
Marina awoke the next morning to the Prince gently shaking her shoulder. She sat up and looked around, and saw her pants and boots were hanging over a small firepit, as well as a large flask full of melted snow. “Won't that draw attention to ourselves?” she asked.
“I believe we are safe here, for now. Listen, you can hear birds chirping about from every direction. If there was anything dangerous about, they would be silent,” he explained. “And also, I've made sure to cut the bark off the wood I'm burning, to make it produce less smoke.” Marina sat up and pulled off the blanket, standing straight for the first time in what felt like a year. She stretched, and Baeden looked up at her, still naked from the waist down. The sun shone through her thin legs, making her private hair glow a bright red. He quickly looked away this time, last night's rest allowing him to focus better on his composure. “Your clothing is dry, get dressed, we must leave this shelter soon.”
“I'll get dressed soon enough, but I must tend to another matter first.” And she leaned back against the cliff wall and relieved herself where she stood. Baeden looked on from the corner of his eye as she emptied herself, secretly amazed at the boldness this girl showed in the face of Royalty. He knew that many other Princes and Kings would go as far as to execute the girl if she had done such an act before them, but Baeden was never like other Royalty. He had been introduced to many princesses, but as the male heir of Lunambra he had no obligation to take any but whom he chose. And he chose none of them, not due to lack of beauty, or lack of their desire for him. He rejected their father's propositions for a reason many would find superficial or paranoid: The fact that none of them acted like a real person. They had all been trained from birth for the singular reason of being shoved into the arms of a prince of their father's choice. Each of them walked the same way, spoke with the same manner, greeted him with the same words, and lay still as he took them to his bed except when he rubbed that special spot. And each left his kingdom with the same stone-set face. No sadness of his rejection, no unique attempts to regain his favor.
Now he stood as this beautiful, astounding, emotional, animalistic girl finished urinating and walked proudly across their shelter where she pulled her pants on, tied them tightly, and slid her feet back into her warmed boots. He wanted her, there was simply no denying it. Once they returned to the castle, Baeden would find this girl and finish what she had started. “Drink,” he said. “We've had no water since the Feast, and we must be healthy for what is to come.” So she drank, estimating half the flask and passed the rest to Baeden, who finished it off. He tossed it back to Marina, instructing her to fill it with more snow. After she had filled the flask, Baeden slid it into the pocket of his robe, which he put back over his body. It smelled of the scent of a woman, and it fogged his mind. He couldn't have the distraction. He tossed the robe into the flames as Marina looked on inquisitively. He took the robe's bright blue color into consideration and said: “The color of the robe does nothing to blend with the environment. If we can avoid being detected, we'll be much better off. Now come, it's time we leave.”
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Part 3- Stone
Queen Jenara opened her eyes and tried to sit up, but was held back from both directions. Through tired, cloudy eyes, she looked to her left and then her right to see that her hands and feet were chained to a stone slab. And even worse than that, she was naked. She tried to pull at her chains, but was stopped by the overwhelming pressure inside of her. She crushed her legs together and gasped, barely containing herself through the wave of urgency. It passed and she lay back, breathing heavily. She figured many hours must have passed since the bandits attacked the carriage, as she had been managing herself fine there but was in agony at the moment. She had not felt the need for relief so greatly since she was in training as a Lady-in-Waiting as a little girl, with the threat of sleeping on the hard floor looming over her if she were to wet herself. Of course the test was a trick from the start, and they had planned to force her to wait until she lost control no matter how long it took. And now she was again laying on a stone floor, again about to lose to her bodily limits. Again her insides throbbed, and she let out a yell this time, a yell that echoed through the stone chambers.
“Hello?” A small voice piped up from beside the queen, and she turned to see another woman sitting in the corner behind her, also naked. The Queen was taken aback by how similar the woman looked to her. The same flowing brown hair, smooth, pale skin, same strong frame, even the same green eyes. From a distance, she could easily be mistaken for the Queen. This thought is what allowed the Queen to realize that she had very likely indeed been mistaken for her, which was why she was here.
“Who are you, girl?” the Queen asked, even though the woman nearly matched her age of 38.
“I am just an adventurer, my Queen. I was attacked by many men two days earlier, and I believe they mistook me for you. I must say, we do appear alike. They've treated me surprisingly well, but I fear I won't remain so fortunate now that they know they have the wrong woman.”
“I see. Do you know where we are?” the Queen asked her.
“Yes. We are at Olsha Fortress.” The Queen recognized the name. It was only about half a mile off the road she was taken from. “I used to nearly live here as a child, right after it was abandoned as a military post once we allied with Valdus.”
The Queen laughed painfully. “I watched my father give that order. Ironic now, that I am held by brigands who are only here due to this order.” She was interrupted by heavy footsteps echoing through the hallway outside the prison door. A tall, bearded man dressed in heavy chain and plate armor unlocked the steel door and entered their cell.
“Aye hello there, Queeny,” he said in a gruff, deep voice. “Glad we finally have the right one of you. We were certain it was her, until she started screamin' and pissin' all over the place. Shameful display for a Queen we thought, so I took the time from my day to question her. She managed to convince me that she were not Royalty, which lead us to find you.” The Queen stayed silent. “You don't need to say nothin', the gold and weapons we found on your carriage as well as the guards tell me we got the right bitch this time.”
The bandit placed his hand on her right breast, and she stared daggers into him but made no sound. His hand ran down her body towards her womanhood, but before he got there his hand passed over her massive, bulging bladder. She involuntarily shouted, slamming her legs shut and squirming as much as the chains allowed. The bandit grinned evilly at her. “BOYS, GET OVER HERE!” he shouted. Soon more footsteps approached, and four men joined him over her naked body. “I think this cunt needs a piss as well, wouldn't you think?” he laughed. The other men joined in his laughter. “I feel like it would be amusing to watch a Queen humiliate herself so. He leaned against the wall, watching her. “How long do you think you can wait, eh?”
The Queen's fury blocked out any of his proposed humiliation. She continued to stare him down, and she released her legs grip on each other. For twenty minutes she lay there, each second feeling as an hour. With each breath she took, her vulva twitched and her muscles strained. She could see her stomach bulging nearly six inches beyond its usual size, and she was thankful she had no girdle or belt to compress it. Her pride allowed her to contain herself. She did not know this, but inside of her, two liters of wine and water pushed down on her, more than she had ever before contained. She would never admit it, but many times during and after feasts she had allowed herself to leak into her many undergarments to relieve some pressure, but now she had no such option. The slightest amount of fluid escaping her would be fully visible to everyone, and so she held. After half an hour, the men gave up the vigil. “I'll be back soon to see your mess,” their leader spat as he left the room.
As soon as he was gone, the Queen began to cry, something she had not done in many years. Not out of fear or pain, but from the insult of knowing she would soon burst, giving her captors the satisfaction. “I'm sorry for what has happened to you, girl,” she said to the other captive. “I wish I could defy them but my body is going to fail me as yours did. Soon I am going to wet myself on this floor like a common peasant child.” The woman's next words made no sense to the Queen, at first.
“Not if I hide it.”
“How could we hide it, we have no cloth, no holes-” And the Queen gasped as the woman crawled over her and knelt beside her legs.
“My Queen, would you do anything do defy these men, anything to prevent them the sight of your loss of control?” The girl spoke seriously, looking into the Queen's eyes.
“I would. But I simply do not see what-” And the girl turned, kneeling over the Queen and placing her hands on the floor beside the Queen's hips. She lowered her head, and placed her mouth over the Queen's womanhood just as she lost control of her waters. The Queen went dumb with relief, unable to protest the abhorrent maneuver the girl had performed. She burst directly into the woman's mouth, and she swallowed every drop the Queen put out. She tried continuously to stop her flow, but it was well over ten seconds before her muscles regained enough strength to stop it.
Trying to stifle her moans of relief, she glared down at the girl, who wiped the Queen's urine off of her chin. “How...dare you,” the Queen hissed down at the woman. “I should have you banish- execu- burned at the-” But her head fell back. Every muscle in her body was weak from holding her drink, and her mind finally realized that she had just been saved earthshattering humiliation in the face of her enemies. Soon afterwards, she heard people approaching once more from the hall. The leader and his four men entered the cell. He stared at her inquisitively.
“What trickery is this!? I saw with my own eyes the size of your belly and somehow you stay dry.” A brilliant idea filled the Queen's mind.
“It is because I am a Sorceress, you animal.” She mustered the best 'evil grin' she could manage. “The one and only reason I have not melted off these chains and turned you and your men into tadpoles is because I respect the laws of this country and want to see you held to trial and hung from the neck until dead. I remain here, for I have sent my Familiar to the castle to notify the Captain of the Guard of my whereabouts. Now leave me be, and await my army as they tear this fortress to the ground.” Her deception worked perfectly. Fearful expressions spread over their faces as she spoke, and on her last word each and every one of them stumbled backwards from the room. Putting herself in the shoes of a simpleton, she could hardly blame them for believing her. It was utterly obvious that she was about to wet herself, and for the problem to suddenly vanish was as close to sorcery as the real world would ever see. The true solution to the problem likely seemed unfathomable to the bandits, and the Queen would have never thought of it herself. While they would not believe her act forever, the other woman's quick actions had bought them more time, which was all they needed.
The woman spoke again. “That was a smart plan, my Queen, but we both well know there is no army on their way. Will we really remain safe here?
“You needn't worry,” the Queen whispered to the girl, now smiling true. “These men will be not but corpses before this day is out. My son escaped their first attack, and I swear to you, his wrath is far greater than any army.”
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Part 4- Interrogation
The bandit slipped on a patch of ice, slowing him just enough for Baeden to catch up. The Price crashed into the terrified bandit with all his weight, sending him sprawling to the ground. Baeden drew his longsword and thrust the tip through the bandit's left leg. He cried out in agony, but was given no quarter as Baeden lifted him off the ground by his baldric and slammed him violently against the trunk of a tall evergreen. Baeden leaned in, his face no further than an inch from the bandit's.
“WHERE IS SHE!?” He roared, smashing the bandit into the tree once more.
“Fuck off,” the bandit spat, fruitlessly struggling against the Prince's iron grip.
Baeden stepped back, then lunged forward landing an explosive overhand punch to the bandit's chest, shattering his collarbone with his steel gauntlet. The bandit crumpled to the ground, and was met by a steel boot crashing down onto his elbow, dislocating the joint. Baeden pulled him to his feet, and asked again: “WHERE IS MY MOTHER, WHERE ARE YOUR MEN KEEPING THE QUEEN!?”
“She...the...is at,” he mumbled, close to losing consciousness. Baeden dragged him along the ground and shoved his face into a pile of snow, shocking him awake, then tossed him back to the ground, placing the edge of his sword along the bandit's throat. With unfocused eyes, he said: “We're holding her in Olsha fortress-”
“How many of you are there?” Baeden hissed at him.
“Ow, there's another thirteen of us, but-” And the Prince cut his throat. He lay gurgling for a moment, then leaned back, dead.
Baeden looked to the treeline, at Marina, who was crouching hidden in a bush watching his interrogation. She stepped out, looking at him fearfully. “Did you really need to kill him? He told you where the Queen was.”
The Prince walked to Marina, sheathing his blade and placing his hands on both her shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes. “Listen to me and understand, Marina. These men are not knights, this is not a Joust or Tournament. They lack any and all honor or dignity, and they can not, under any circumstances, be underestimated or afforded mercy. They will torture and ransom me, they will rape you and sell you into slavery, and while you may already consider yourself a slave, I promise you that your new owners will not treat you as the Royalty of Lunambra does. I know you have never experienced warfare, and resent me if you must but I cannot hold back against them.” She looked back at him, and to his surprise, she nodded wisely.
“I may not be accustomed to death, but I understand the danger that we face. Do what you must.”
“Thank you. Now stay close to me.” They trudged through the forest for another thirty minutes, and finally came back to the road they were traveling on. They could see the abandoned carriage sitting still a few hundred yards in the distance, and the castle town looming miles away.
“Should you not get to the castle and muster a force?” Marina asked.
“I'm afraid not. Even though we know where my mother is, all of these old outposts have tall watchtowers and underground escape routes. A number of men approaching would quickly alert them, and they would flee before we reached the gates. I must sneak in and rescue her quietly. Listen, Marina. You should not come in there with me, it's no place for a noncombatant. Go back to our carriage and rest until I return.”
Marina glared at him. “Bugger that, I'm far better off at your side than hiding in a glorified meat barrel for some bear to find.” Baeden knew perfectly well that these lands were inhabited by bears, wolves, and many other dangerous creatures. He decided her response was fair enough despite the crudeness of it, so he nodded.
“Very well. Olsha is about half a mile off the road, to the west. I know these forests, but stay close.” So they continued to trudge through the slush and snow, stopping once to refill their canteen again. After nearly an hour of slowly navigating the forest, Baeden held out his arm to stop Marina. Silently, he pointed two fingers at his eyes, the universal symbol for 'Look at this', then pointed forwards and up, through the tree canopy. Marina squinted to see through the sunlight, but her eyes quickly adjusted and she saw a stone turret towering over the pines. She nodded, and followed as Baeden moved quietly towards the fortress. They soon reached a clearing, a stone plateau rising above a small ditch littered with bushes and small trees. Suddenly, Baeden pushed her down against a prickly bush. She looked at him, flustered, but he just motioned for silence and pushed her harder against the painful shrub. She almost let out a moan, but froze as she heard footsteps sloshing through the snow no more than two feet above her head. Without moving her head, she moved her eyes upwards so far that they hurt, and saw a man dressed in thick leather armor carrying a crossbow passing their hiding spot.
Right after he passed, Baeden peeked out of their cover, glancing in every direction. Deciding it was clear of other threats, he drew his dagger and vaulted onto the plateau. The bandit heard the jingling of his chainmail, but Baeden moved with such speed that he never had time to call out. Rolling to his feet, Baeden jumped through the air, flying an incredible distance for the amount of armor he was wearing. As he impacted the bandit, he plunged the dagger into his throat, and the bandit crashed into the ground. As the ground was stone, and the bandit was wearing leather rather than chain, his falling made nothing more than a soft thump. Baeden landed gracefully, but his armor still made far too much noise. Marina eyed the dead bandit.
“He looks just about your size. If we're trying to handle this quietly, you need to lose your armor, it sounds like a boar in a potter's shop. Put on this leather, it's protective enough and much quieter, not to mention darker in color.” Without a thought, Baeden began pulling off his tabard, then stopped. He stared at Marina, realizing that she delivered her words in a manner that could have come straight from one of his Knights. Again, she reaffirmed his opinion that she was no light-headed servant girl.
“You speak to me as an equal, without fear. I am not angry about it, but I am curious as to why you are so casual with me. All of my servants fear me, bend to my every whim. What is it that allows you to see that I am not like the other Royalty?”
“Your servants need only see you as a fixed point, my Prince. They've never fought with you, they've never survived with you. I've seen your strength, your love, your drive, your ability. I've seen you at your most vulnerable, and you at mine. I feel as though there is no need to behave as a servant to you anymore. I know you won't have me beheaded for speaking my mind, and I know that you find me worthy of your chivalry. There is simply no use in attempting to behave properly, we are out here together, trying to save the Queen, trying to stay alive.”
At her words, Baeden was overcome with a surge of lust. He reached out, gripping Marina's arms. She stumbled into him, her breasts pressing softly into his chest. He moved his left hand upwards, brushing her cheek then sliding his hand to the back of her head. He leaned in, and so did she. As their lips were about to touch, Marina's eyes drifted to the right, to the body of the bandit that still lay bleeding. He came crashing back to earth, and pulled away from her. “I apologize. But you are correct, my armor isn't proper for this sort of thing.”
Baeden stripped down as Marina looked on. She eyed his front, seeing that his body had again failed his intentions, causing his manhood to press forcefully against his light underclothes. He looked up at Marina and turned red when he saw her staring at his erect member as she smiled innocently at him. Despite this, he equipped the dead bandit's leather armor. Handling the body caused his organ to calm down quickly, and he was able to shove it down into the leather greaves. He piled his expensive chainmail and plate boots and gauntlets under a tree to retrieve later. “Come on,” he said, and he grabbed the bandit's crossbow and quiver and moved towards the fortress with Marina following behind.
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Part 5- Training
Slinking through the trees with the agility of a cat, the Prince pressed himself against the stone wall surrounding the fortress. Marina came in behind him, much less gracefully, and stood by his side. Baeden stood tall and jumped, grasping the top of the wall and pulling himself up enough to peek over it. He glanced around, then dropped back to the ground. “The gate is on the other side of the fortress. I don't see any men, lets get over this wall quickly.” He held out his hands to Marina, and she stepped into them. He lifted her with ease, and pushed her up and over the wall, where she crash-landed with a loud thump. He then jumped again, hauling himself over and climbing down next to her. “Listen Marina, I mean no offense, but you move like a wounded cow,” he said, half as a fact and half as a retort to her 'Boar in a potter's shop' line. She stared at him indignantly, but he ignored her glare and continued. “You need to stay low, keep your legs loose. When you step, put down your foot heel-first and then roll your foot into the step. Watch and feel for branches or crunching leaves as you walk,” he whispered into her ear.
“Alright, I understand,” she whispered back. They circled around the fortress, Marina doing her best to follow Baeden's instructions and remain silent. As she tried to loosen up the muscles in her legs, she felt the pressure in her bladder. She had been drinking from the canteen a lot more than Baeden. She squeezed her legs together for a few seconds, then continued to follow Baeden to the base of the fortress tower, and he peeked around the corner. He held up his hand, and again performed the 'Look here' gesture, and she crawled past his legs and looked where he pointed. Two guards stood a short distance away, positioned on small guard platforms built onto the stone walls. Looking around, she could see nobody else. One of the guards began to turn in their direction, and Baeden grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back into cover.
“Marina, I hate to ask this of you, but do you think you can handle a crossbow?”
“Well I've...I've never fired one, I've never killed-”
“I know that, but are you willing to in order to save my mother?”
Marina inhaled deeply. Despite the Prince's earlier words, she knew of war. As the Queen slept or was being handled by other servants, she had read many tomes on battlefield tactics, the use of weapons such as bows, crossbows, longswords, and ballistas. She was afraid of what she may feel if she killed a man, but she was also adamant about saving the Queen and, if she could be of any help, aiding the Prince. “I will do as you ask. You must pull the bow for me though, I fear I lack the arm strength for it.”
“Of course,” he said, “but first I want to give you a quick idea of how to use this thing.” He handed the unloaded weapon to Marina. “Pay close attention to me. The guards are about fifteen meters away, and I estimate the draw weight of this crossbow to be about 130 pounds. The bolts have heavy iron broadheads. With all these variables, I anticipate a drop of no more than three inches during the bolt's flight. You need to brace the bow against your shoulder and look through this notch right over the bolt's fletching. Line up this notch with the nail on the tip of the bow. When you have an accurate sight picture, you need to slowly exhale and then gently rub the trigger, this metal bar right here. Do NOT squeeze it or jerk it, or you will lose all of your accuracy.”
Marina did as he said, pressing the weapon tightly to her shoulder and looking down the sights. She aligned the notch with the nail, and when satisfied with her handling of the bow, she slid her fingers down the trigger until the string lock made a soft click, then lowered the bow. “I think I get how it works,” she said tentatively.
“I wish you could take a practice shot, but we only have three bolts, we can't waste them. Listen, I'm trusting you with our lives here. Do not fire unless you know your aim is true. I'm going to circle the wall and take position underneath the guard on the left. You target the guard on the right. When you see me get underneath him and I wave, you can fire when ready. As soon as he falls, I'll take out my target before he can yell. Are you sure you can do this?”
Marina nodded reassuringly. “Yes. Trust me, I can do this.” Baeden nodded, and took the bow from her. He placed his foot through the stirrup, effortlessly pulling the string into place and sliding a bolt down the body of the crossbow. He then pressed outward on the trigger until it clicked into place, ready to fire. He handed Marina the weapon and began to quietly sneak around the tower. She watched as he moved like a panther, so low to the ground that his chest brushed the leaves under him. He reached the short guard platform, and slid under the wooden supports. He gave her a wave, and watched for her attack. Marina lifted the bow, pressing it to her shoulder. Again she aligned the sights of the bow, and she leveled the front nail with the top of her target's head. Lifting her aim another tiny amount to account for gravity, she slowly reached for the trigger. Every bit of her focus was on her aim, and she began to slowly exhale. Just as her fingers brushed the trigger, the bolt released. It flew at an unexpected speed, burying itself into the back of the guard's head. As soon as he fell, Baeden lunged upwards, grasping the second guard's ankle and hauling him off the platform. He fell beside him, rolling into a choke hold and stayed there until the bandit stopped struggling. And with as little mercy as he had shown the others, he plunged his dagger into the bandit's throat to stop any chance of him waking up later.
Marina gasped, falling backwards against the fortress wall. She was visibly shaken, breathing heavily and beginning to tear up. Baeden sprinted back to her, and wrapped his arms around her. “I'm so sorry, Marina. You shouldn't have had to do that.”
“No it's...I know I had to...” Marina suddenly felt something and looked down. She realized just now that she was wetting herself, liquid pouring from the rear of her leather pants. She placed a hand over herself and squeezed, stopping the flow quickly. She just sat there and cried lightly as Baeden held her and they lay against the wall, Marina's head resting on Baeden's shoulder. “I'm sorry. I needed to, but I didn't want to...again...”
“It's alright, Marina. You did a great job. However, we need to keep moving. Wait here a moment.” Baeden ran off again, and returned in a few minutes carrying a set of leather armor. “You're going to have to put this on.”
Marina squealed and shuffled backwards. “I can't wear a dead man's clothes, it's-”
Baeden laughed. “Don't worry, it's not from them. I found it in a storehouse on the other side of the tower, see, no blood at all.” Marina looked them over, and deciding they were indeed clean, agreed. “I took the smallest set I could find, but I'm afraid it's still much too big for you. Do what you can with it, though.” He politely faced away as Marina began to change.
She kicked off her boots and pulled down her tight, wet pants, then she unbuttoned and discarded her leather coat. She stood there, completely naked with Baeden only a few feet away. She had not given him the courtesy of looking away as he changed, but such was the honor of a Prince. She picked up the leather greaves and pulled them up her legs, where they hung loose and the armored panels slid over her kneecaps. She then tried pulling on the cuirass, but the straps hung low and swung freely behind her. She looked at Baeden.
“Excuse me, my Prince. I am inexperienced in the proper way to wear this sort of thing. I'd be very grateful if you would be willing to help me.” Baeden turned, seeing her draped in the extremely loose armor, the cuirass hanging low so her left breast was exposed to him. He grinned involuntarily and walked behind her.
“Of course I'll help you,” he said quietly. “I'm going to be tightening everything up so don't start fussing or you'll get your skin caught in a buckle.” She smiled back at him, and stood still. He started by removing the cuirass completely and focused on the greaves, saying: “We need to get these on right or the waist of the armor won't sit properly.” He pulled her greaves up hard, and she felt them almost click into place, the armored panels resting on her thighs and shins as they should. However, the hard leather dug into her womanhood causing a good deal of discomfort.
“Hey, wait. The pants are digging into my, well, you know,” she said, blushing slightly. “It hurts.” Baeden grinned again.
“First thing, when you're talking about 'pants' with armor on them, they're called greaves. And the 'shirt' would be called a cuirass. The gloves are gauntlets, and the boots can either simply be called boots, or be considered a part of the greaves. And let me see what I can do about your problem there.” He ran off again, and soon returned with a small sheet of cloth. “I think this is a table napkin. It was folded and clean, so I say it's good enough.” Without hesitation, he pulled the greaves halfway down and pressed the cloth hard between her legs. She gasped and almost stepped back, but held her ground and smiled at the Prince. “Here, hold your legs together to keep it in place.” She did so, and he pulled the greaves back up as high as they would go, the cloth stopping the leather from rubbing directly against her body. He tightly tied the rope behind her, stuffing the remainder down by her rear.
Marina couldn't stop grinning, she loved being handled as such by the Prince. She felt like she should be less submissive, but at this point she would let him do anything he wanted to her. She trusted that he would never harm her, so she let him fiddle around with her body as he put the armor on her. Next came the cuirass. He leaned in and whispered in her ear: “You know, the cuirass is supposed to go over a thick shirt or coat, you didn't have to take it off.”
She blushed, and he bent over to pick up her leather coat. He placed it over her shoulders but did not yet button it. He placed his hands on her hips and ran them slowly up her torso, stopping just under her breasts. He allowed himself the quickest touch of them, then buttoned up her coat. He lifted the cuirass over her head, and tied the many knots and buckled the many straps going up her back and arms. He gave the final strap a hard tug, pulling the armor tightly against her breasts. Luckily they were small enough, or it would have been very uncomfortable. Finally he slid the gauntlets onto her hands and tied the final knots. She looked over at the last piece of the armor set, the boots.
“I didn't think about it when I grabbed them, but those boots will never fit you. They can't simply be lifted or tightened like the rest of it. Luckily you were sitting down when you relieved yourself, so your own boots stayed dry.” He handed them to her, and she pulled them onto her feet, tying them tightly. She stood straight and swung her arms around, and shook her legs a bit. She tried crouching, running, and jumping. Once she had a feel for the armor, she took her place at Baeden's side again. “There's one more thing you need,” Baeden said, and he ran off once more. He returned quickly, holding his right hand behind his back.
He held out his hand, which was holding a beautiful, shining silver shortsword. It had the royal crest engraved in the handguard, and the blade curved elegantly to a fine point. The blade was mirror-polished, but thick and heavy, radiating an air of lethal functionality. “The Queen's own blade. Small enough to hide under her robes should she need it. Fat lot of good it seems to have done her though, I saw it in the storehouse where I got your armor. Here, you keep it in the baldric there,” he said as he pointed to the iron loop hanging from the side of her armor. “Sadly there's no sheath, as it's sewed into the Queen's robes. Just be careful of where you're swinging your hands.”
She took the blade from him. It was heavier than it looked, but not too much so. She held it out, and swung it clumsily through the air. The Prince laughed again as she turned a light shade of red. “This is much easier than the crossbow. Firmly grasp it, but don't press the top of your hand into the handguard, leave about half an inch of space. Most of your grip should be in your middle, ring, and pinky fingers. Leave your pointer finger loose, it makes it easier to handle. It's a one-handed sword, but your hands are small enough where you could use two for more power. It's a slashing blade, but it's perfectly capable of thrusting if it needs to. When you swing, turn your elbow towards your target, then snap your hand forward, rather than just swinging your whole arm. This makes your strikes less predictable as well as gives you extra speed and power. When you stab, turn your right shoulder and hip into it and thrust the blade horizontally. This makes it much more likely to slide between armor plates or under a helmet, as well as feels more natural, like a punch.”
She did everything he told her as he said it, then had a few more practice strikes. When she felt more comfortable with it, she looked at him seriously. “I'm as ready as you can make me in one day. It's time to find her.”
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Part 6- Infiltration
Baeden and Marina circled around the stone buildings. The Prince peeked into every door, finding another storehouse, a brewery, an empty armory, and what appeared to be some sort of torture chamber. The majority of the fortress was underground, and the nondescript buildings on the surface were all the same size and shape. Finally, they came to the last door, which was locked. Baeden stepped back and lifted his foot to kick it in.
“No!” Marina hissed, shoving his foot back with her leg, almost knocking him over.
“What's the problem?” he asked, regaining his balance.
“Too loud. Give me the crossbow.” He handed the weapon to her, and she carefully removed the front sight nail and the trigger wire. She placed the crossbow on the ground, and inserted the two small objects into the lock. Baeden watched quietly as she fiddled with it, and after two minutes there was a soft ~click~, and she pushed the door slightly open. She put the sight and trigger back on the bow, and handed it to the Prince.
“And where exactly did you learn to do that?” he asked.
“I wasn't always such a proper servant, you know,” she said, gently nudging him.
“Very well then.” He carefully slid into the building, sword held at the ready. “Clear.” He pushed the door all the way open, letting light flood the small room. There was a table and three empty chairs, a burned out firepit, and plates of food with nothing but crumbs and oil left on them. The room smelled of smoke; the fire had been recently lit. Baeden stepped lightly to the back left corner of the building, kicking a large square rug aside, revealing a trapdoor set in the stone. He tugged at the iron handle, and luckily it came loose. He opened it as quietly as he could, and dropped down, lifting a hand to help Marina down as well. The trapdoor led into a short, cramped hallway which transferred to a stone staircase a few meters away. He led her down the steps, until the sunlight faded almost completely. They stopped, and stood in the dark.
“What do we do now? I can't see a thing passed this step,” Marina whispered.
“There's no choice in the matter, we need to wait here until our eyes adjust to the dark. We'll break our necks if we keep going down without our sight.” He sat on the stone steps, and Marina did the same. She leaned on his shoulder and waited. Soon after, she downed the remainder of the canteen against her better judgement. Twenty minutes passed, and Baeden stood up. “I can see well enough now. We have to move on.” They took a few more steps down the staircase, and Marina stopped. “What is it?” he asked her.
“I still need to wee, you know,” she suddenly said to him. “I stopped it before, but it's getting pretty bad now.”
“I do too, Marina. But we've already got the armor on and we need to move now. Can you hold on?”
“I will wait as long as I can, of course,” she whispered. She squeezed her legs together, then continued following Baeden. Down and down they went, finally reaching a steel door set in the cold stone walls. Baeden pushed, and it thankfully creaked open. Baeden stepped through, and shouted as he was slammed against the right wall of the hallway by a large man clad in the bandit's leather armor. Baeden kicked off the wall, knocking the man off of him. He spun, bringing his longsword around his body to strike, but stopped as he heard Marina scream. He turned to see she had been grabbed, another bandit behind her, his knife to her throat.
Baeden lowered his sword, glaring at the two men. He heard thundering footsteps throughout the nearby halls, as four, six, eight more men surrounded him, the one holding Marina standing outside of their circle. The one whom Baeden guessed was their leader, equipped in both chain and plate armor, burned black to aid in stealth. “First the queen, and now the Prince. This is a lucky day for us indeed.”
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Part 7- Wrath
Baeden gripped his sword tightly in both hands, but kept it lowered at his side. The bandits grinned smugly, and Marina cried softly from the corner of the hallway. The bandit who held her had slid his hand under her cuirass and was squeezing her right breast, his face buried in her neck. The leader raised his axe toward Baeden. “Drop the blade, kid. Yeh're outnumbered an' outmatched. Come quietly an' yeh'll be sold back to yor' kingdom unharmed along wit' yor' mother and this girl.”
Baeden began to release his grip on the blade. He wasn't afraid of them, but he couldn't risk Marina along with him. As it was about to fall from his hands, he heard Marina shriek. He glanced over, and saw that the bandit now had his hand down her greaves, pressing into her womanhood. Suddenly the bandit shouted, pulling his hand free and violently shaking it. “This little cunt pissed on me' hand,” he roared. Marina's face hardened, and she spun, quickly drawing the shortsword and driving it through his chin and out the back of his neck. The other bandits turned towards her, and Baeden solidified his grip.
Time seemed to move in slow motion as he charged forwards, slashing his sword upwards through the air, cleaving through one of the leather-clad bandits. He ducked and rolled under their leader's first swing, drawing his dagger and sticking it into the leader's leg. The man collapsed backwards, and Baeden lifted his left arm, deflecting a spear thrust from one of the other bandits. He pulled the spear forwards, slamming his sword hand into the bandit's face, and then slid his sword across the bandit's throat.
Marina stepped forwards as the remaining eight bandits turned their attention to Baeden, and drove her blade through one of their backs, and quickly spun to slash the shortsword across the neck of another. Baeden had taken out another three of them, but got caught with a kick, forcing the sword from his hand. He ducked a sweep of a mace, lunging upwards and grasping the handle of the large club, and kicked the man in his groin, forcing the weapon from his grip. Baeden swung it down, crushing his skull and turned to slam another bandit to the gut.
The remaining four looked on in horror and turned to run, but Baeden grabbed a sword from the floor, and ran down the two who were furthest back. He pulled his second dagger and hurled it through the air, driving it into the back of the last leather-clad man. Only the leader remained, but his heavy armor and wounded leg prevented him from getting far as Baeden drew the crossbow and buried the last bolt into the leader's spine, right in the gap between his helmet and cuirass.
Baeden stood catching his breath, and Marina fell backwards against a wall and cried into her arms. He walked and sat beside her, holding her tightly. “I'm not going to ask you if you're alright. You're a warrior now, Marina. You've done what some men three times your size would be incapable of. I know you may need time to recover, and I'm sorry but there is none. We have to find my mother and return to Lunambra before night falls.” He pulled her to her feet, and she quietly followed behind him, her head down.
“That was number thirteen,” Baeden said quietly. “He could have been lying, but I don't see how we'll ever find my mother in this maze without calling out to her. “MOTHER!” he roared, to no response. They kept walking and calling, and finally;
“Baeden?” Very faint from far ahead. They sprinted through the hall, coming to a stop before a thick wooden door. He raised the heavy mace and swung it full-force into the lock, and the door shook but held. He swung again, and it crashed open and he walked through, weapons raised. The room was empty, a long, damp chamber with iron-barred cells on either side. A table and a large washbucket sat in one corner, and a torch was lit outside one of the cells. Baeden stopped in front of it and quickly looked away.
Marina walked behind Baeden and stared into the cell. The Queen and a woman who looked remarkably similar to her both lay naked in the small cell. Baeden blindly handed the crossbow to Marina. “I mustn’t see this. Use your lock trick to free them. I'm going to go find clothes for them. Scream if you hear anyone coming from the other direction.” And he ran off through the back door.
Marina dismantled the sight and trigger, and began working at the lock. Queen Jenara leaned up towards her, tears in her eyes. “I knew Baeden would come, but I did not expect you, Marina. Why would you not escape when you had the chance?”
“Because I choose to be here, my Queen. Me and Prince Baeden helped each other on the way down here. Neither of us could have made it alone.” The jail door swung open, and Marina began working on the Queen's cuffs. The other woman was curled in the corner, her hands pressed against her crotch. At first Marina thought she was attempting to cover up, but it was now obvious that she was desperate to relieve herself. The woman stood and leaned forward, letting out a pained moan. She eyed the bucket which sat outside the cell and looked pleadingly at the queen.
“Go ahead, girl,” the Queen said, with a slight nod. Marina was astonished, and decided the Queen must be more relaxed than she regularly seemed.
The woman cried in thanks and began to hobble towards the bucket, and Marina looked on, hypnotized, as small spurts of urine began dribbling out of her as she walked. Finally she made it to the bucket, and a waterfall began pouring from her small body. It splattered to the floor, and she squatted and aimed herself into the bucket, gasping and moaning in relief. Marina shook herself free of the sight and continued working on the Queen's cuffs. Finally the last shackle fell loose, and the Queen got to her feet. The other woman was now laying against the wall, breathing heavily, pulses of urine still spurting out of her onto the floor. Marina looked at the Queen, and grinned slightly as she saw her belly protruding far beyond its normal size, and her legs squeezed together tightly. She even saw the Queen glance at the bucket, which was full to the brim, unfortunately for her. Just then, Baeden came back into the room, carrying the Queen's flowing robe and jewelery, and another small set of leather armor, apparently for the second woman. He handed the Queen her robe, still looking away, and he pulled the woman to her feet and began helping her into the leather gear while Marina helped the Queen into her complicated robe.
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Part 8- Home
Once they were all dressed, they quickly made their way out of the fortress and into the fading sunlight. Marina had given the Queen her shortsword back, and taken another blade from one of the fallen bandits, as had the other woman, who had finally introduced herself as Sabina. However, there was no sign of further opposition as they hiked through the forest towards the main road. Baeden stopped and closed his eyes, listening through the trees. “Everyone, please remain quiet. I hear voices.” The group silenced themselves, as Baeden focused in on the sounds. And then he smiled. “It's a search party. I hear dogs and horses, and the wheels of a carriage.”
They began moving quickly towards their rescue, but the Queen grabbed Marina by the arm and held her back. Baeden stopped and looked questioningly at her. “Go on, son,” she said to him. “I must speak to Marina privately about her actions today.”
“Can't it wait, mother? We're nearly returned home.”
“No, it can't wait. Now do as I ask and meet the search party. We will catch up soon.” Baeden shrugged at Marina as he turned and walked off. As soon as Baeden was out of sight, the Queen groaned a long, anguished sound and doubled over, both her hands pressed tightly between her legs. Marina looked on in shock, and the Queen stared desperately at her. “Please, girl, get this sodding robe off of me this instant!”
Marina quickly jumped into action, pulling the many bows she had previously tied in the sides of the Queen's robe. It took over two minutes to strip the Queen down to her underclothes, and she fell back against a tree and pulled her silk underrobe up around her belly. She gasped and moaned, obviously in a state of desperation Marina could barely even imagine. She stood against the tree, nearly naked, but she wasn't yet releasing it. “What's the matter, my Queen? We must hurry to the carriage.”
“I know, but damn it all, it isn't coming out and I don't know why. I've never had need this strong in all my years but I just can't do it out here.”
Marina bravely placed her hand on the Queen's shoulder. “Please, my Queen, just relax and do what comes naturally. You're going to hurt yourself if you haven't already, should you keep holding it in.” Tears began to stream down the Queen's face.
“It's just not coming,” she moaned.
“Sit down, here,” Marina said, motioning to a fallen tree a couple of feet away. The Queen did so, her legs spread wide. Marina stood behind the Queen and placed a hand around her, on her greatly bulging belly, and gently pushed in. The Queen gasped and gripped Marina's arm with great strength. Marina kept rubbing and pushing on the Queen's huge bladder, and finally, slowly, she began leaking onto the fallen tree. Breathing heavily, the Queen relieved herself before the servant girl. It started as slow spurts and leaks, but quickly escalated into a torrent that flooded the ground beneath her. Marina was amazed, even at her very limit she knew she could not have contained even half of this. The Queen reached down, and spread her vulva so the stream shot to the left, away from her robe which lay on a dry bush nearby. Finally the stream slowed, and eventually stopped. The Queen sat there, head in her hands, still breathing heavily and staring at the giant puddle beneath her feet.
“I trust you will tell this to exactly nobody,” she said to Marina.
“Of course not, my Queen. Honestly, I've had my own trouble with my waters today, I just wish to put all of this behind me.” The Queen grinned tiredly at her and nodded. After Marina put the Queen back into her robe, they traveled to the carriage where they were greeted by Baeden, Sabina, and six new heavily armed Royal Guards. The Prince was inside, with Sabina riding on the back. Marina helped the Queen to the front seat of the carriage, and Baeden motioned her to join him inside the carriage. She climbed in and sat beside him.
“What was all that about, then?” he asked Marina.
“She was mad at me for getting blood all over her sword, of all things. 'Oh, it's going to rust, you'll never get a decent meal again if it does, I tell you now,” and so on.”
Baeden sighed and rested back against the soft velvet seat. “That's my mother, all right.” He leaned over to Marina and whispered in her ear. “I don't know what I'm going to do, Marina. I need to relieve myself this very second and there's simply nothing to be done about it.”
Marina was taken by surprise, but quickly recovered. “I'm the same way. My belly is squeezing against this leather so hard it feels like it's going to crack. We just need to wait until we reach the castle. If this were the carriage we traveled to Valdus in, with its rotted out floor, we could have pissed right into the ground beneath us, but not in this fancy thing.”
Baeden sighed and placed a hand on his groin, and Marina joined in, placing one of her small hands on his and the other on her own. She couldn't help herself, she began rubbing him and herself, and she quickly grew wet with excitement. Baeden took no time getting himself up either. Marina fumbled with the strings on his greaves, but he pushed her back. “I can't, Marina. I really don't think I could hold it if I did. I'm so close to losing control, I can't even describe it.”
And so they rode in silence. After what felt like an age, they arrived through the Gates of Lunambra just as the sun set beneath the horizon. As they all dismounted the carriage, the Royal Adviser came out to meet them. After they moved into the Great Hall and gave the Adviser the quickest possible rundown of events, Baeden turned to the group. “I apologize, mother, but I have not slept in over forty hours. I would like to bring Marina with me to tend to my chambers as I sleep, if that is alright.”
The Queen nodded at him. “Very well, I have plenty of fresh servants in my own tower. See that she's sent back in the morning. Oh, and Xavier,” she said, looking to the Adviser. “This woman is named Sabina. See that she is given permanent lodging in the Upper Ring, and have a decent wardrobe and food supply delivered to her with haste. Stop, do not question me,” she said quickly as he looked at her indignantly. “Just do as I ask, and now. This is an order. If I see she has been mistreated, there will be hell to pay. I am going to retire to my own chambers now.
“Very well, my Queen,” said Xavier, and he bowed deeply to her. He motioned at the beaming Sabina to follow, and they wandered off into the city.
“Goodnight, son, and thank you both,” she said quietly, nodding towards Baeden and Marina. She turned and walked into the hall leading to her tower.
As soon as she turned the corner, Baeden and Marina began running towards the Prince's tower. They barely managed to crawl up the stairs, Marina already leaking into her greaves. She gasped and held herself, and Baeden had to pull her along before she wet herself right in the hallway. Finally they reached his ornate chambers, and they crashed through his door and bolted it behind them. He began tugging at her armor, stripping the cuirass off of her first, then her coat. He pulled his last dagger and cut the ropes on her pants, not having time to untie them properly. They dropped around her ankles along with the cloth she was using as makeshift underwear. She stepped out of the greaves, now wearing nothing but boots and gauntlets. She pulled off the gauntlets and tossed them aside, and began openly holding herself as she looked at the Prince.
“I want you now, my Prince,” she whispered into his ear. He shivered and looked down at her.
“As do I, I simply cannot deny it further. As soon as we relieve ourselves, we ca-”
“No,” she interrupted. “I want you RIGHT now, I want you like this,” she moaned, rubbing herself against his shaking body. “Everything feels so sensitive, and I want to feel you lose control inside of me. Don't act like you don't want the same, I saw how you looked at me when I wet myself beside the carriage, and pissed in front of you in our shelter. You want this.”
Baeden smiled at her. “I don't know what's wrong with me, but you're right.”
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Part 9- Climax
Marina crashed onto the Prince's massive bed, and gasped sharply as she desperately twisted her legs together. Her hands rested on her belly, which was bulging prominently between her navel and her pubic hair. Baeden stood over her, violently tugging at his belt as his manhood pressed uncomfortably against his leather greaves. He finally unbuckled the belt and the greaves dropped, revealing his own hugely bulging bladder. He moaned, a primal noise of pleasurable agony as his body fought to its very limit. He placed both his hands on Marina's legs and slowly untangled them, pulling them apart. He had a full view of her throbbing privates, and her gyrating body that contained an ungodly amount of urine. He lowered his left hand down her leg and rubbed her womanhood, pressing into it with his palm and running his thumb along the engorged skin.
Marina shrieked as she lost control for a second, spraying a small amount of her fluid directly onto Baeden's chest. He moaned again, and leaned into her, kissing her deeply, his own bladder pressing against hers. There were tears in her eyes, but she begged him not to stop, pleaded with him to finish what they started the night before. He held his erection, gripping it tightly and directing it towards her. He was amazed that he hadn't wet himself yet, knowing that his stiffness was all that stood in the way of it. He pressed the tip of his member against her, and she thrust herself upward, moaning loudly and rubbing her belly with both hands. He thought he would have trouble entering her, that she would be squeezing too hard to allow it, but was surprised when he slid fully into her with the slightest lean. She wasn't loose by any means, but she was so wet that it hardly mattered.
He pulled back, then thrust into her again, to which she screamed in pleasure and gripped her hands around his waist. Her belly was open, and he placed a large hand directly on it and pushed, hard. She shrieked, and a spray of urine burst over his organ, soaking the sheets and causing his own need to impossibly increase. She managed to stop the flow, and leaned back again as he made love to her. For ten minutes this went on, both of them on the very edge of complete loss of control. Marina released several small spurts as he thrust into her and pressed on her bladder, but he managed to maintain full control. She wouldn't let him get off that easily, however.
Marina raised her feet, and wrapped them around his body, pulling him into her as hard as she could, holding him there. She lowered her hands and began pressing into his stomach with both her fists. He shouted and tried to pull away, but she strengthened her grip with her legs and finally felt him start wetting into her. It was so warm, so wet, she felt it shoot up into her body, then gush out onto the sheets and floor. She couldn't stop it: She came, squirting a mix of urine and sex directly onto Baeden's rock-hard shaft. He spurt into her a few more times, but then pulled back hard enough to break away from her legs. He was leaning forward, grasping his rod tightly as more piss trickled slowly from it.
“Why do you stop, my Prince?” Marina moaned desperately at him, twisting her legs together again and pressing both hands against herself.
“I don't want to...inside of you,” he panted. “If you become pregnant, they will banish you from the castle. A servant cannot serve if she must raise a child.”
“I understand. I wish to leave this place someday, and I know you do as well. But not like this. Very well.” She rolled forward, off the bed, landing in the puddle of their mixed juices. She grabbed his manhood and immediately began sucking on it, lovingly stroking his leg and shaft with each hand respectively.
“No, Mari- I don't know if I can hold-” he gasped. She kept at it, and sure enough, after no more than a minute, he lost control entirely. He sprayed into her mouth, and she started, but quickly recovered and began drinking directly from the tap. She drank for ten seconds, and then gripped him as hard as she could, shutting the flow. He groaned in pain, looking down at her.
“I can't drink anymore, and I can't hold it either. We can't finish in here, it will be impossible to clean up,” she moaned.
“Chamberpot, where is it?” Baeden looked around the torchlit room, and to his horror, he saw that the chamberpot was missing. A servant must have forgotten to replace it before they arrived. His body pushed against Marina's hand. It hurt, badly, but she was right. There would be no explaining it if they released themselves fully inside his room. “I have an idea. The torch-”
Swatting away Marina's hand and replacing it with his own, he hobbled over to the torch. He removed it from the sconce and turned to put it out, but the snuffer was missing as well. “Bloody hell, that servant is going to get it tomorrow,” he hissed. Marina waddled up to him and took the torch from him.
“You should be resourceful enough for this, my Prince,” she teased. She held the torch in her left hand, and placed her right hand between her legs and pulled her lips upwards. She released a short spray of urine that quickly extinguished the torch.
“Amazing thinking, Marina. Come on.” In a series of pathetic movements, they made their way to the balcony door and pushed it open. It was pitch black, and without the torchlight there was no chance of anybody seeing anything. They stepped out onto the balcony. Marina held the Prince, pressing herself against him.
“I really cannot wait any longer, my Prince.” She stood, her legs slightly apart, and navigated the prince to stand in front of her, his shaft right under her womanhood. Just as he got into place, she finally lost her battle. It sounded like a waterfall as she released herself on the balcony. She closed her legs, allowing the prince to thrust between them without actually penetrating her. She went for an age, splattering the stone floors, the puddle pouring over the side into the grass below. The Prince rubbed her breasts, kissed her as this went on, and finally, he came, shooting his seed over the balcony rail. He moaned his final gasp of pleasure, and leaned against her as she finished.
They stayed there, holding each other for a short time, but Marina soon felt more warmth spreading down her legs. She looked down, saw that it was finally time for the Prince to relieve himself now that he began to soften. He held himself aimed at her, spraying it over her legs and privates. She squatted down, taking it on her breasts and shoulders. She moved his hand away and held it herself, feeling the liquid pulse through his member. It was a strange but entirely arousing feeling, something that she could never experience for herself but felt so normal to him and all men. She began to rub herself again, cumming almost instantly and even more of her fluids hit the floor below her. Eventually he stopped, and they limped back to the bed. She collapsed onto it, breathing heavily. Baeden wadded up the sheets and blanket, using them to wipe the rest of the liquid between his legs, patting down Marina as well, and finished by wiping up the small puddle on the ground next to the bed. He then shoved the entire bedspread into a large rucksack, and crawled into bed beside Marina.
He gently stroked her hair and breasts, and whispered in her ear. “Tomorrow I'll bring them with me on my morning ride and wash them in the snow. I also need to give tonight's servant a piece of my mind.”
“I am tonight's servant, you simple man,” she teased, and lovingly kissed him.
Edited July 16, 2014 by Bulge_Lover
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The sun had just risen in Konohagakure. Through the windows of Lady Tsunade, the fifth Hokage, the rays of light broke through the window. This stimulus caused Tsunade to wake up from her sleep. Beginning her day, she brushed her blonde "morning hair" straight and threw on her normal attire. She walked out from her room inside of the Hokage's mansion. Tsunade had a daily routine that started with a morning walk after having a small breakfast.
She sat at a table. She waited for her personal chef to make her a meal. This meal consisted of usually over-salted chicken breast, requested by Tsunade, and a helping of rice covered in eel sauce. To add to this, she drinks a large bottle of water to compensate for the salty food. Tsunade took about fifteen minutes to finish eating. She rushed down the remaining bottle of water. She went to leave the mansion when she was greeted by a member of the ANBU who told her that he would be escorting her from afar during her daily walk. This was normal, though nothing ever seemed to happen during these walks.
This was a normal time for everyone in the village to awake. Tsunade found this the best time to say her greetings and check up on the village, since everyone had just awoken they were generally in a better mood then in the middle of the day. She began to take her leave. As soon as she walked out of the mansion's door, she took a large stretch before continuing onward.
Her first stop was going to be a tea house close to the mansion, not even a ten minute walk. On the way, she said hello to a few villagers that were doing thing outside of their house, small chores like sweeping and just casually standing outside. She arrived at the tea house almost nine minutes later, and was greeted by the tea house owner as per usual. The tea owner put them into a public booth where later more villagers would come to chat with the lady. Today was different, however, Tsunade found herself ordering and drinking at least 4 servings of tea, as opposed to normally having only one or two. She said her goodbyes before taking her leave. Outside, across the road, Naruto spotted her.
"Grandma Tsunade!" shouted Naruto, "What are you doing?!" Naruto ran over to Lady Tsunade.
"Good morning, Naruto. I'm out for my daily walk. What are you up to today? Care to join me?"
"Yea- oh wait, I forgot. I had to wake up early today to go have an early training with Kakashi-sensei." he said, in an innocent voice.
"Oh? And when does that start?" asked Tsunade.
"Kakashi said to get there before the... sun rose... well, I have to run!" shouted Naruto since he had already begun his running off to train with Kakashi.
Tsunade laughed. She didn't know what would become of Naruto for arriving late, but at that moment, a slight urge hit her bladder. I should probably find a toilet soon. she thought to herself. Tsunade continued to walk, heading in the direction of an inn that was around a thirty minute walk. Her bladder pains rapidly grew. I could just go back to the tea house... she thought to herself No! I am a grown woman, I can hold it until I reach my next destination.
Tsunade pressed on. As she walked, the multiple servings of tea would soon catch up with her. It soon became a problem for her, as she now had to shift her legs around to comfortably hold it in. I'm still only a few minutes from the tea house... Tsunade thought to herself. Tsunade didn't want to have to return to the tea house to only use the restroom, but she had no choice, she reverted her path and began making way for her previous destination.
From the distance, Tsunade heard a voice call out "Lady Tsunade!" Tsunade turned toward the voice, and it turned out to be Sakura.
"Hello Sakura." she said trying to retain a calm appearance "What are you doing today?" she asked, regretting it now that she had started a conversation.
"Nothing today," she responded "Kakashi-sensei canceled practice."
"Canceled? I heard that he and Naruto were having a training session."
"WHAT?!" yelled Sakura, confused but obviously quite angry "That liar! He-" Sakura started rambling on. This continued for a few minutes before she finally stormed off yelling "NARUTO!".
Tsunade sighed. She was relieved that Sakura had left, since she had stopped her in her quest to reach the toilet.
Tsunade's bladder pains seemed to grow at every step. Pretty soon she had to stop for a second and lean forward a to contain her bladder. Just a bit longer! she thought to herself. Tsunade began taking slower steps, although wanting to move faster, it was much easier for her to contain the contents that she desperately wanted to release.
Her slow steps weren't helping. The tea house was more than a few minutes away from her and her bladder was bursting. I- I can't wet myself! I'm the hokage! she thought, trying to re-assure herself. She walked on, but she had to throw her hand between her legs every so often to help contain it. The ANBU member who was accompanying her was confused on her behavior and left it alone for now.
She finally reached the door of the tea house. Sweet relief she thought to herself. She then looked at a sign on the door and it read "Closed until tommorow"
Tsunade fell to her knees. She knew that there wasn't another feasible place to use a toilet anywhere near by. The ANBU member jumped down. "Lady Tsunade, what is the problem?" he asked, concerned. Tsunade had her hands between her legs, she didn't utter a word. She let it all out, right there. She could have held it longer, but she didn't see a point in doing so. Under her water formed a puddle, an embarassed look struck her face for only a second, if that. She then stood up, urine dripped from her dark colored pants into the already formed puddle.
"Everything is fine." she said, retaining her official status. "I will be heading back to the mansion now." she said angrily, finish off without another word. The ANBU agent was quite confused about the entire situation, but he continued his mission to escort her.
Fin.
This was the first fanfic that I have written, and it was requested by another member of this site. I am happy with it.
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The following is a short story about a world I created with anthros in it. This world that I created with anthros is an original idea by me(as far as I know, anyway). Please enjoy. I may do another short story like this in the future.
Also, there will be no omo here. Sorry. Maybe another time.
A few hundred years ago, anthros were created by a mad scientist who was lonely and decided to combine the DNA of a girl with that of a fox. Thus, the first anthro was born. Since than, they were refined and made with the purpose of an actual pet. Meaning, for love and affection and breeding, as well as, other, sexual needs. But their primary purpose is to love and care for their Owners. They grow up at the same pace as humans, but around 18 they start aging slowly. Their average life span is about 40, but even at that age they look about 25, if you take good care of them, anyway. They come in five different kinds of anthros, cat, dog, fox ,bunny and red panda, with each having several different breeds, some rarer than others. But fifty years after the first anthro was created, and after over a million of them were created, the scientist destroyed the machine and offed himself, afraid that people could figure out to use his machine to create soldiers instead of harmless pets who just wanted to be loved.
That was almost two hundred years ago and people had to breed anthros in order to get new ones. There were also male anthros, but those are only for breeding, with a few ultra rare exceptions. Some would say this was slavery, but these anthros were rarely as smart as humans were(though there were some rare cases in which they were) and 99% of them didn't want to be free. Those that did were just abused too much and they secretly wanted an actual owner that would care about them.
Naturally, of course, their was bound to be offspring from these "pets" but it was rare and it only seemed to happened when the couple loved each other and in most cases, married. The offspring of these couples only had ears and tails, depending on their sex. The males were as normal as any normal boy. The girls, however, sometimes had the ears and tail of whatever anthro their mother was. Those who did, were pretty much anthro without a full coat. Meaning, even though they were raised to be free, they to craved a Master, though some were either in denial or didn't know that they wanted one yet. It honestly deepened on the species on how willing they were and how ready there were to be pets.
Which brings us to John Aveo and his girlfriend Kelly Lavender, with Kelly being a half neko with white fur on her tail and ears, who were both 16. Normally half anthros were hated, but not in this school. They were more or less popular. There were only five or six of them, and each of them were sought after. But Kelly was even more popular than most, becuase she could sing and she was recently signed to a record label. Her debut album would be coming out in six months.
But in all honesty, Kelly only did it becuase her boyfriend of three years John said she should. She was already incredibly loyal John and some would joke that they were a Master/Pet couple, which they would be if it weren't for the fact that the law required for both of them to be over 18. The way Kelly saw it, John already was her Master. Her Mother was pleased with this, but her father was naturally concerned, since half anthros are known to be taken advantage of. But John would never do such a thing, as he was a nice guy. In fact, he couldn't believe that he was dating her, based on how popular she was and that he was so sure she would be on the mainstream radio, even if he never listened to it. He was more of a Alt. listener.
And he was right. Six months later, she was more or less a celebrity. And John was known a bit in the music world too, since he wrote all her songs, since Kelly had no talent for that, while he did. But even though Kelly was now famous, nothing changed. She never made any public appearances and didn't use all of her money. Her life was the same. Minus all the kids in school wanting her autograph and the paparazzi disrupting her dates with John. That part she didn't like. But if it made John happy, then so be it.
John wasn't a big fan of that either, and he seemed to have a bit less time with Kelly to himself, but he knew this was coming. He just wanted everyone to hear Kelly's beautiful voice. And to hear his good lyrics, as he wanted to be a write one day. And this made him already a little known, which would help him, even if only a little, in the long run.
Two years later, John and Kelly were now an official Pet/Master couple and Kelly released another album, which was also a huge hit. Also within this time, a pop group full of anthros came out and were really popular as well. However, despite both the group of half anthros known as Happy Animals and Kelly being the only famous half anthro artists, they didn't like each other, becuase they were against being pets, but Kelly obviously didn't since she openly wore her collar in public. But Kelly didn't really care too much, since she really wasn't into all of this. She was mostly just using the money to pay for collage. John didn't need the money either since his parents were rich, so he was good.
Three years later, the group known as Happy Animals died out since their main group leader left becuase she fell in love and became a pet, which made the group kick her out. The group was still around, but never mainstream again, while that girl who left became even more popular then Kelly, who had released two albums, but weren't as popular as her first. She then bowed out of the pop scene a year later once she got married and was pregnant, releasing a "Best of" to finish off her career, letting the half anthro, who was a Red Panda named Crystal, take over.
Nine months later, a little girl with white neko ears was born to Kelly and John Aveo. She was named Sabrina.
The End
I hoped you guys liked this short look into a brief idea that I had in my head for a while. I am happy I finally got it out. |
Warning: This is Explicit. It is also a slightly fictionalized account of what happened to me the other day, a few hours before my job interview began. I'll leave you to decide where fantasy and reality blur.
At six in the morning in the center of a town not universally known for it's wealth of public restrooms, I stepped off the bus and began the search for a place to empty my full bladder. From experience, I remembered at least three places in the Lynn area that were close by and had a public restroom. However, similar experiences involved a locked door or a sign saying “No Public Restroom”. Maybe someone had died in there, or was caught doing drugs, but whatever the reason, the hard working honest folks of Lynn and those citizens from towns passing through there were being denied a place to legally eliminate bodily waste.
The first place that came to mind was a Dunkin Donuts, which is usually a safe bet since there are so many of them and usually a small purchase of a donut is all that's required to gain entry. But halfway to the nearest location I knew of, there was a stab of pain.
It wasn't in my groin, but it was close enough that the pain stopped me in my tracks. No, this was the pain of a colon full of liquid feces that desperately wants to be let out. This was the coffee I had drank a few hours earlier. At this point I was actually afraid. It would not have been convenient to mess in my clothes, but I honestly was prepared to take that hit just to alleviate the pain. Unfortunately, the pain only subsided a little with a light passing of gas, and every step was excruciating.
Now, the city of Lynn has a history. It's one of those towns that I don't like to judge based on the stories I've heard, or the bad experiences that I personally have had. But suffice it to say that this isn't a town I like getting caught in at any time of the day, unless I know I'm about to leave there very shortly. Clearly I am not alone in this as a number of dirty looks told me.
When you see a guy taking tiny little steps, clutching his lower body desperately and silently gasping in pain like a fish out of water, you might think he's a little drunk. Maybe you're right. But if you see such a person, it really wouldn't kill you to ask him if he's alright, rather than passing judgment and looking at him like he's a disgrace to humanity. Everyone of us has been there and a little sympathy could be the difference between an angel coming to your rescue, or a karmic sledge hammer to the knees. But I digress.
I was in the parking lot of a Family Dollar when another wave of pain hit me. This time I let out a very audible cry of pain and I stood there, again, terrified as the pain grew worse. How was I to know what would happen? You've probably been in the very pain I speak of and there's only so much dignity you can muster in such a situation. And again, there were people in eye sight, all going about their business with their coffee and their newspapers. But not a damn sympathizer among them.
Okay, I don't know what I expected in that moment. But still, a little inquiry into my well being would have restored my faith in humanity.
When the pain died down enough, I tried to pick up the pace. Each movement was labor intensive and as I turned the corner, I began to think the Dunkin Donuts would never get closer. I thought of taking the gamble and crossing the street to Shaw's plaza. But that was where I had seen the locked door sign to a bathroom that I had once used previously and didn't want to lose precious time by chancing it again.
There it was. The Dunkin Donuts with the large bay window and the brightly lit sign. Salvation was at hand! I opened the door and heaved a sigh.
“You gotta be messing me,” I moaned, without a trace of irony. The sign on the door at the end of the dining area alerted all to the lack of a public restroom. How could this be? There were old people drinking coffee. Coffee drinking elderly women are the High Council of Public Restroom Access, how could they sit there silently and abide this violation of human rights?
So I sucked up what little dignity I had and returned to the sidewalk. Across the street, there was a diner. Could I make it? I had just gotten paid that day, so I could buy something small if that's what they wanted.
The early morning traffic was light, but there were a few delivery trucks on the road. I tried to make it a cross as quickly as I could, wincing in pain as I moved. Finally, I reached the parking lot of the diner and that's when another wave of pain struck me. I doubled forward, clutching my stomach and definitely in tears.
“Are you okay?”
I forced myself to look up at the sound of a concerned voice. He was a few inches taller than me, with black cargo pants and recently polished shoes. The tight, pale blue button down shirt revealed a slight curvature of the belly, making me wonder how experienced this guy was as an EMT if he didn't seem to work out all that much. I only guessed he was an EMT when I saw the ambulance in the parking space nearby. The logo on the side matched the patch that I could just barely make out, as I couldn't bare to stand up straight.
Sheepishly and with a bit of a whine, I answered. “I have to go the bathroom.”
“You look like you're in pain,” he observed. “Do you think you can make it into the diner?”
“I honestly don't know.” I let out another cry of pain.
“Alright, come on.”
Without another word, the EMT took me by the arm and gently led me to the back of the ambulance. Each movement caused me more pain. He gently cooed and whispered in my ear that I'd be fine. Then he had me wait as he opened the door and climbed in side. With a little encouragement, I crawled into the ambulance, but the movement caused me more pain and I tried to keep from screaming.
When I was safely standing up right and leaning against the bed, he reached past me and closed the ambulance door. Then he pulled on a pair of latex gloves.
“That will give us some privacy.” His voice was firm, but gentle and without a trace of judgment.
I had a chance to look at his face. He had a tan complexion and dark hair. His cheeks were as plump as his belly, making him seem even more adorable and cuddly. My mind was a mix of confusion and feelings as I desperately tried not to mess in my pants.
“Do you need to pee?” He asked me, rummaging through a cabinet. Even though he was a medical professional, I still felt strange being so frank with him. But I answered, “I have to poop too.”
“Okay.” He didn't miss a beat as he crouched down and opened another small cabinet door. “Pull your pants down.”
“What?”
Things were moving so fast that I couldn't be sure I understood him. He placed a plastic bedpan on the bed and gave me a reassuring look.
“It's okay,” he said. “I've seen much worse. Here, let me help you.”
An entirely different bodily function took over as he reached for my hands and gently took them away from my body. He then undid the button on my khakis and the zipper. My body responded to his touch as he slowly pulled my pants and boxers down in one gentle movement. A rush of cool air touched my skin, making my hairs stand on end.
“Okay, lets get you over here.”
He placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me around the foot of the bed. It was tiny space, but he moved so gracefully and with such skill for his body size that I thought he must be the angel I had needed a few minutes earlier. He positioned me and then gently lowered me into a sitting position. My bare, exposed skin touched the cold plastic. With a little adjustment, I knew my anus to be correctly positioned.
“Okay buddy, just let go.”
The EMT gently placed a cold compress on my forehead. I didn't know I had a fever until then, but it sent such a wave of relief through my body that I forgot my momentarily embarrassment.
With a moan of relief, I felt my anus open. A slight push was all I needed and my bowels emptied into the bedpan. There was some of the pain again and I whimpered. Another wave emptied out.
“I'm sorry,” I whined.
With a smile, he just cooed in my ear and wiped my brow. When I was certain I had no more inside of me, he used his other hand to point my hardened penis into the pan. Even through the latex, I could feel his calloused hands and the action hardened me even more.
“Can you pee?” He asked, satisfied by my reaction.
I shook my head.
“That's okay, lets get this taken care of first.”
He had me stand up and he covered the bedpan with a towel before placing it on the floor. Then he asked me to lean forward as he took a wash cloth and began to wipe my bottom. I was surprised by the action. At my reaction to the gentle pressure against my sensitive nerves and to his kindness. He applied several more wipes, never once complaining about the smell or the inconvenience. His sensitivity and the sympathy of his actions were even more erotic than his touch.
“Now, why don't you lie back down.”
I obeyed his gentle voice and lay back against the bed, which put me in a both a sitting and standing position. Beyond the tinted windows, I could see the Dunkin Donuts across the street and a kind of childish pleasure came over me at the idea of my hardened dick in direct alignment with them.
The EMT had removed his gloves and was now rubbing some hand lotion into his hands. I swelled with anticipation of what was coming next.
He began kissing me. On the cheek at first, cautiously, as if he were afraid he had mislead me. Then I reached behind his head and pulled his face to my lips, giving him full reassurance that his assistance was appreciated as he slowly massaged my cock. He tasted of sweat and smelled of sweet shampoo and body wash. I thrust into his hand several times, kissing him as he kissed me. Then a new wave passed through my groin and this time, it wasn't the terrifying pain I had experienced earlier. It was an explosion of pleasure as I came into his hand.
“You're beautiful,” he said.
“So are you,” I replied. “You're my angel.”
He chuckled. A few minutes later, he pulled my pants back up, zipped and then buttoned them.
“I need to pay you back.” I said.
He shook his head. “I don't think Obamacare covers this.”
This time, it was my turn to gently guide him to the bed. I returned the favor, gently undoing his zipper and the button to his pants and slowly pulling them down to reveal his own cock hard and waiting. I helped him lay back down on the bed and gave him once last kiss.
“No,” I said. “I swore to myself I wouldn't go to the bathroom without buying something to eat.”
Without another word, I leaned over and took him into my mouth. |
“... an' then Mr. Richards said we were gonna go to the countryside for summer vacation! An' then he said we could – o-oh,” Aren paused, gasping softly, blue eyes immediately darting to the floor.
Kyle raised an eyebrow, licking the popsicle slowly. “We could what? What'd he say?”
They were chatting in the kitchen, Kyle enjoying a popsicle and Aren holding a juice box in his hands. But now, Aren had abruptly stopped in the middle of a sentence, and Kyle thought he heard a very faint sound in the otherwise silent area.
“Uhm,” the younger boy stammered, tugging at the bottom of his red overalls. He placed the near-empty juice box on the counter, biting his bottom lip gently. He seemed embarrassed—his cheeks were flushed red and he was fidgeting. Kyle was beyond confused. “J-jus' a sec.. uhm.. I'll be right back!”
Before could react, Aren had fled the kitchen. Well, more like waddled. Kyle had a sneaking suspicion (once the full situation dawned on the thirteen year old) what was going on, but he waited for a few moments, enjoying his cherry flavoured popsicle. His little pink tongue swirled around the sides before he chomped down. Minutes went by, still no sign of Aren, and Kyle's popsicle was all gone. Tossing the stick in the trash, he brushed his bangs out of his eyes as he made his way up the stairs. He shared a room with Aren, after Mr. Richards had realized their separate home situations. It wasn't actually legally official, but his mother could care less. She only cared about him when he brought home some money or food or something she needed for her shady jobs in the evenings. He sort of missed his little trailer home, but at least in this place he knew he was safe from his mother's wrath.
Peering into the bedroom, Kyle's eyebrow once again raised as he watched Aren unbuckling (it seemed he had been struggling for those minutes Kyle had spent waiting downstairs) his overalls, letting them drop to the floor. And ah, there it was.
“Geez, yer soaked,” he said smoothly, making his way into the room. Aren squeaked, jumping and turning around to face his bully-turned-friend. Involuntarily, he let out a little spurt of pee into his already soaked pull-up. He tried tugging his blue shirt down, chewing on his bottom lip nervously again.
“I-it—I—I didn't even know I had t'go, honest!” came his feeble response. Kyle just chuckled and shook his head.
“Can't even trust ya with a box'a juice.”
“Buh-but—!”
“Shut it.” Kyle had already turned to get out the baby bag. He hadn't ever done this by himself, but he could just imagine the look on Mr. Richards face when he got home and saw his great work. Maybe he'd even be so impressed that he'd be convinced Kyle wasn't a little kid and certainly did not need to wear pull-ups on car rides. Certainly did not. Only crybaby twelve year old Aren needed those.
(Completely ignoring the fact that he, too, needed a bed mat and goodnites.)
Spreading the mat out on the floor, he pointed a sleeve covered finger before he knelt down, rolling up his sleeves to rummage through the bag. Aren, unsure about this, but growing more uncomfortable by second as the soggy pull-up sagged and squished and threaten to leak, he lay down on the mat.
“Y-ya haven't done this before.. not by yourself,” he said quietly.
Kyle shrugged, pulling down the blue, cloud patterned pull-up and tossing it into the garbage. “Yeh. But I've watched Mr. Richards do it tons of times. An' I've helped him before too. So I know what I'm doin'.”
He pulled out two wipes, doing his best to clean Aren's bottom and his little peen. He flicked it once, giggling at the whine Aren made. Tossing the wipes away, he looked into the bag for a few moments. He pushed some things aside, mouth pulling into a frown as he tried to remember what step was next. Did he just put the pull-up on now, or was there another step? He didn't want to miss something and have Aren be uncomfortable. They were friends now, for the most part. And he also didn't want Mr. Richards to be disappointed at his failure.
“Uhm.. b-baby powder's next,” Aren said helpfully, pointing to the baby powder in the bag.
“I knew that,” Kyle replied with an embarrassed huff, grabbing the small bottle and twisting the top open. He squeezed it, a large puff of baby powder landing on Aren's bottom, his peen, his thighs, the mat, and even Kyle's pants. “.. uh. Was that supposed to happen?”
Aren pushed himself up a bit, gazing down at himself, at Kyle. “Maybe you squeezed it too hard.”
With another huff, Kyle twisted the top closed and dropped it back into the bag. He dusted off his pants and wiped it off Aren's thighs. He definitely knew what was next. Pull-up time! Easiest part.
There were four boxes of pull-ups. Two for Aren and two for him. Aren's were all pink or blue, and his were all purple or green. With a smirk, he pulled out a pink pull-up with a butterfly pattern and slipped it onto the boy in front of him. With help, of course.
“There, ya done!” He announced proudly, pulling Aren up by the arms and buckling up his overalls. “I can't wait to tell Mista Richards.” He smacked Aren's bottom, making the boy squeak again and press close to the older boy. But then, he was giggling.
“Whatchu laughin' 'bout, huh?”
“I think he already knows!”
And there Mr. Richards was, standing in the doorway with a pleased smile on his face. He looked so proud, and Kyle, after turning around to stay, wide eyed, could only grin sheepishly and say, “ta-dah?” |
Thanks for the feedback on my first attempt at a full story - Hermione learns about flying at P level.
The following is "What Hermione did next"
Ever since the flying lesson that had revealed the meaning of "Flying at P level" to Hermione she had been in a bit of a daze. When in class she had to concentrate to keep fully focussed and to ensure she kept up with what was being taught, but outside of class she would take every opportunity to quietly slide away from everyone and find a spot where she was on her own. Fortunately all her class were very busy with extra studies, reports, and tests preparing them for the end of year exams so even her close friends Harry and Ron did not notice her pre-occupation.
What was it that kept occupying her thoughts? - well actually not just her thoughts but her whole body! - that wonderful feeling that started as a tingling in her pussy but spread throughout her whole being during the flying lesson. It climaxed (as did she) when she looped the loop and reached her "P" level wetting her knickers completely.
When Miss McGonagall talked to them after the flight and Hermione saw everyone else's wet knickers her pussy was still tingling. She had deliberately this time let the contents of a bladder again flow into her knickers re-wetting them, which increased the pleasure waves in her lower body.
It was the first time in her life that she had felt such pleasure - the first time she even knew such levels of good feelings was possible! - and she wanted it to continue. In her usual ordered way Hermione started a series of "experiments" to see how she could trigger the feelings of pleasure. It was clearly at least partially tied up with flying and the special spell "binding" the broom to her pleasure spot, but flying was limited to weekly practices and she could not wait a whole week for that.
So , she reasoned, when I wee do I get any tingling "down there"? - Simple test - concentrate the next time I sit on the toilet and see what I feel like. This she did the night of the flying lesson, before going to bed and she realised that there was a small amount of pleasure in just weeing - in fact thinking back she realised she had always quite enjoyed sitting there and letting go. But the pleasure level was very low and she was sure there was something better she could do.
The next morning, when Hermione first awoke, she put on her navy blue knickers she had worn the day before, they had dried overnight but were due for the wash bin anyway, but she wanted to try something first. She went along to the toilet and shut the door - she was near bursting after a sound sleep all night - but held on tightly until she was ready. Having shut and locked the door she tried experiment 2 - she sat on the toilet but without pulling her knickers down and let go in them. Her pent up wee rushed out flooding into the gusset, creating a small pool before starting to leak out down into the toilet. But she was weeing with such force that it ran under her bum and up her rear at the same time as it flooded up the front of her knickers bathing her pussy totally in hot wet wee.
The feelings of pleasure were much stronger than when just weeing - not flying level, but certainly very enjoyable and definitely closer to what she was seeking for herself. With her pussy still feeling great she showered carefully and very pleasurably soaped the recently wee soaked parts of her body. As she dried herself she mentally ticked off the conclusion that weeing was certainly a source of pleasure but wetting her knickers was much better. But!- was it actually wetting her knickers that heightened the pleasure or was it deliberately doing something she had been brought up not to do - something that was wrong! - bad! - lazy! - naughty!. Her mother would be horrified to think her teenage daughter was deliberately exploring such things - but the pleasure she was getting quickly overruled any qualms she had about her experiments.
The next question was therefore about doing "naughty" things associated with her wee. During the week that led to her trying different things out whenever she got a chance. Hermione managed to get a bath one evening when no one else was around - she always enjoyed a soak, but the other girls usually teased her (or indeed anyone unfortunate to be caught in a bath) - or threw cups of cold water over the warm body.
But that night, before running the water, Hermione lay down in the bath still wearing her blue regulation knickers and put her legs up against the wall. She had been holding on to her wee for several hours hoping she would be able to carry out this next test, so when she let go there was lots of it to flood everywhere - the first squirt she felt soak the thick cotton double gusset of her knickers and then as she lost control she felt the wee flow both backwards and soak all her bum and the seat of her knickers and at the same time flow forwards, firstly flooding over her pussy and then over her tum. She really enjoyed the pleasure that gave her, but this increased when at the same time the flow back and front reached the elastic around her waist and it ran around wetting her knickers and body so she was wet from front to back - all around her waist.
So wetting her knickers gave Hermione lots of pleasure and the wetter she got them the better - but that was not the end of the "testing". If I get this pleasure from doing naughty things with my wee does the risk of being caught make it better? - she thought. For the next few days she tried doing just a little wee to wet her knickers gusset (and wet her pussy) at different times and situations. The long skirts kept everything well hidden and as long as she was careful not to do too much in her pants, when she sat down the dark material did not show any dampness. She really enjoyed the practical herbology class with Pomona Sprout as that gave her the opportunity to slowly but carefully empty over half of her bladder into her knickers and onto the damp ground of the plant hot house without anyone knowing. That helped with the understanding that her personal pleasure levels from the tingling in her pussy definitely increased with the chance of getting caught.
Finally the end of the week was almost reached - Hermione opened the draw where she stored her knickers only to find her "experimentation" had resulted in her having used up all of her normal navy blue knickers - the only ones left were her "Sunday Best" ones - same regulation style but bright pink. She knew her washing would be back tonight so that was not a problem - but she realised that whilst a glimpse of her navy blue knickers would not let anyone know whether they were wet or not - as they simply went a bit darker - bright pink would show every damp patch! She would have to not wet them, or be extra careful no one saw if she did.
In the end she was very good and got right through to the last class of the day. The last class on Friday afternoon was with Miss McGonagall and as the weather was really warm she had taken them out onto the grass, separated them well apart so they could not talk and then set them a reading assignment to memorise passages of a book of spells. For Hermione that was easy - she had read the book several times weeks ago so all she needed was a quick run through to refresh her mind and she was done. As a "good" girl she had been place at the back of the group and was able to lean back on the wall of the building so she sat with her book on her knees pretending to concentrate on it while her mind went back to exploring the ways of self pleasure she had learnt in the last few days. Past of her mind was looking forward to the next day's special flying class when McGonagall had promised to let them individually test out their personal trigger levels more accurately and the thought of how much pleasure she had felt last week triggered her desire for some "pleasant tingles" as soon as possible.
Then Hermione realised that she had the perfect opportunity to go one step further than during the herbiology class and to completely empty her bladder into her knickers during the class! She was sitting on the grass at the back of the class with her back against the building wall – all she needed to do was get her skirt out from under her bum so it would not get wet when she released her wee which would soak down into the ground – there was still at least an hour of class so any puddle she made on the ground would have plenty of time to soak away and then there would be no visible traces of what she had done – as long as she was careful no one saw her knickers as a wet patch was very obvious on pink knickers.
She spent the next several minutes putting her plan into action – making sure no one was looking she gradually spread out her skirt around her at the same time as lifting herself up a little to pull her skirt out from under her. Soon she was happy with her moves, she could feel the grass on her legs between where her knickers stopped and her stockings started - which was nice in itself. The moves with her skirt had resulted in her knickers being pulled nice and smooth across her pussy, putting a little pressure on her lips, which responded by starting a low level tingle that was the promise of things to come.
With a final quick check to see that no one was looking - Miss McGonagall was looking into the distance in a direction well away from Hermione and the rest of the class was all seated in front of her looking forward – she decided now was the time. She had a full bladder but could have held it till the end of class, so she could now achieve her plan to completely empty it during the class. She started with her knees together and her legs close to the ground – the first spurt of wee squeezed upwards flooding her pussy lips giving her the start of the tingling she so wanted. Over the next several minutes she exercised her excellent control letting little spurts of wee out into her knickers as she slowly opened and closed her legs – her long skirt keeping everything hidden. All the time she kept her book open across her upper legs, so she appeared to anyone looking to be concentrating hard on her studies.
She shuddered a little – partially the stress of concentrating so that she appeared “normal” to anyone who looked, but mainly from the waves of pleasure that were coming from her hot wet pussy encased in those soaking wet pink knickers. When she opened her legs the squirts hit the gusset and ran down inside the fabric to the ground and she felt the liquid soak the seat of her knickers and start to “wick up” the sides. The feelings were wonderful –still not like flying, but getting closer all the time. Her pussy lips felt as if they had swollen and they became very sensitive to touch of the wet cotton – so much so she had to use all of her willpower not to put her hand down there and rub like crazy!
Gradually the pleasure waves subsided and she was left with a warm glow radiating out from her pussy into her torso and the tops of her legs. Being a warm day the wetness of her knickers remained quite warm and pleasant as well. Hermione suddenly realised that she must have “zoned out” for several minutes when the pleasure waves hit her and quickly looked up to check that no one had seen her – but the class were all still sitting looking forward and Miss McGonagall seemed almost in a trance still looking into the distance away to the side.
Hermione carefully squeezed her legs together to get as much wee out of her knickers as possible and slowly shuffled sideways to a dry patch of ground to help the drying process. She had only just returned almost to “normal” when Miss McGonagall stood up, looked all round the class and called out “class dismissed”. Hermione quickly gathered her things into her bag and carefully getting up by kneeling first she stood ready to head for the privacy of a toilet to check the state of her knickers and to perhaps dry herself a little. Just as she started to walk she heard “Miss Grainger – report directly to my office immediately” come from Miss McGonagall’s mouth.
Hermione’s first thought was to run away, but then she realised how could Miss McGonagall know anything? perhaps there was something else she wanted to see her about. So puzzled and worried she walked a few step behind her teacher and into her office. As the door shut Miss McGonagall bolted it and then walked in front of her desk, rather than going round the back and sitting in her “formal” chair. She turned round and looked at Hermione - who was now very worried. This was made worse when the first words said to her were - undo your skirt and let if fall on the floor!
Knowing that she must obey she slowly undid the belt and let the skirt fall to the ground as instructed – there she stood, pink knickers on display clearly showing the extent to which she had wet them – “turn around” came the next instruction which she did almost feeling the eyes of her teacher popping at the sight of her knickers with their damp bum and front tummy panel - and down to the still soaking gusset covering her pussy. As she turned back to face Miss McGonagall she started to tremble with the worry of what was to happen to her – would she be expelled – or ridiculed in front of her class – or house – or even the whole school?
Her bladder had refilled a little since her deliberate wetting – and now decided to empty itself of what there was into her knickers. Miss McGonagall – smiled!, then quickly said – stop worrying Hermione, you are not in trouble, no one else knows – and besides your knickers cannot hold any more of your wee! Then she chuckled! – Hermione was totally puzzled - what was going on?
“Come over here Hermione and sit down next to me” said Miss McGonagall “ as she sat down in one of two chairs almost next, but slightly turned towards each other. “Don’t , worry about your wet knickers – the seat has a special spell on it so it will not get damaged - and it will gently heat you to dry you off. And stop worrying – when you are at school we teachers have to stand in for your parents, especially when they do not have the gift of magic. I know I am not your mother, but please try and think of me as your favourite aunt for now – outside of this and similar talks we must revert -I am your teacher and you are a pupil – but for now I need to help you as a growing up sister Witch.
Now - where should I start? – let’s go back to last weeks’ flying lesson. You remember when we landed I surprised you all by showing my wet bloomers – before getting each of you to show your wet knickers to everyone?” “Yes Miss” said Hermione “I guessed that it was something of a ‘rite of passage’ ceremony – you wanting us to understand that as Witches we were part of a special sisterhood – something even more special than Wizards”. “Very perceptive as usual Hermione” was the response – “now I looked at every girl (I will tell you how later), when I lifted my skirt. All of you were wet, you had all experienced the pleasures of flying and enjoyed the tingling and more that flowed through your body – but your reactions to me varied. Most looked shocked and looked way – but you didn’t – you just looked. Then later I was looking carefully and picked up that you deliberately let the remains of your bladder re-soak your knickers and you had a smile on your face when you did it.”
“Each year when I take that class I do the same and most years there is one girl (occasionally two) who was a little different from the rest and had found she really enjoyed wetting her knickers for the pleasure it gave her. Your reactions alerted me that you could be one of the special ones – ones the sisterhood call ‘3W’s’ – Wonderful Wet Witches. That has been confirmed today and also with one incident earlier in the week.”
“That takes us to how did I know what you were doing today. Firstly my initial suspicions were confirmed by your personal fun during herbology – Pomona alerted me of her suspicions. So – do teachers have eyes in the back of their heads? – well not quite – and it would be obvious if we did. But what you will learn at University is the special spell that lets you heighten any of your 5 senses – sight, hearing, taste, smell or touch, just for a while. It is a very dangerous spell – if not used carefully the sheer quantity of information flowing into your brain can cause it to explode – not a pretty sight!”
There are two ways of using it safely – one is to just heighten a sense (say hearing) but with a time limit of perhaps 30 seconds only. The other is to trade off the senses – say reduce sight to almost nil then you can heighten hearing for a long time. It takes lots of practice and you must first learn the warning signs of brain overload. So last week I simply cut my taste, touch and smell for a few seconds so I was able to move my eyes so quickly and see everyone’s reactions. For Pomona it was simply by chance her suspicions were raised. She regularly uses a heightened sense of smell to check on the health of some of the plants and she was doing this just after you left her class – her heightened sense of smell picked up drops of Witches’ wee on the ground and she recalled that was where you had been standing – she told me (Yes - we are both members of 3W’s) to watch you as a possible future member.
“That brings us to today” – Hermione suddenly sat up and said – “you shut down your sight – I saw you were looking into the distance – but which sense did you use to know what I was doing - was it smell?”
“That’s right about my sight, but no it wasn’t smell. I made my skin super sensitive to variation in temperature and moisture – and I checked all of the class one by one. The warm wet ground under your skirt when you weed your knickers was fairly readily detectable – but when you moved over whilst the ground looked dry to everyone else, to my heightened senses it looked like a huge puddle!”
“Anyway Hermione, I wanted to talk to you so you understood that you are not alone in finding pleasure in wetting your knickers, there is small and select group of witches that are the same as you and in time you will get to meet them – we do have occasional times together, just to relax and be open with each other. It is a little while to our next planned meeting, but I would like to take you along so you can talk with some of the ones just a bit older than you to help you understand better about yourself.”
“But there is one thing I want you to learn immediately to make sure you do not get caught by anyone (including other teachers, especially the men). Now it is very hard to simply make wee disappear, you know the basics of the magic balance – for each action there is an equal and opposite action. However it is not difficult to put a spell to mask or hide wetness, it is still there, but it cannot be seen.”
“We need to teach you the words and show you how they work – please stand up and turn around completely.” Hermione did as she was told only to see Miss McGonagall frowning when she faced her again. “It looks like my drying chair has been too quick, your knickers are completely dried which is no good for demonstrating the spell. Well Hermione, do you think you can wet them again now?”
Hermione’s head was still spinning from all the new information she had just received and being asked by her teacher to simply wee in her knickers was the final shock. She stood there open mouthed – which brought a further smile and chuckle from Miss McGonagall. “Just relax” she said and Hermione tried, finally relaxing enough for a small wet spot to form in the front of her knickers which quickly grew once started.
“Learn the words I will say and carefully remember them” said Miss McGonagall who then uttered a short phrase. As the spell was finished Hermione looked across at a mirror and watched as the wet patch faded and her knickers looked completely dry. She looked down and they still looked completely dry – but she could feel they were still wet on her pussy lips. She touched them with her hand and yes they were wet – but still looked dry.
“Well Hermione, that is all for now, please be careful but enjoy being a special Witch. I would just repeat that I am willing to help you as your surrogate aunt as you grow and learn about yourself, but outside of those times it is school as normal ‘Miss Grainger’ – do you understand?”
“Yes Miss McGonagall, I fully understand – but I do thank you for your help in understanding myself” said Hermione as she pulled her skirt up and fastened the belt before walking towards the door.
“Don’t be late for flying lessons tomorrow – there is a lot more for you to find out” was the final statement from Miss McGonagall as she opened the door for Hermione to leave.
As she walked along the corridor musing on all she had just learned Hermione again experimented, just once – she wanted to know if the masking spell worked on the fabric or on her wee – so she deliberately weed a bit more into her knickers so that it would fall onto the stone floor. No one was around so she lifted her skirt and whilst she could feel drops of wee falling from her knickers’ crotch she could see nothing in the air, but a small wet spot just appeared on the floor telling her that the masking did stop.
She went back thoughtfully to the dormitory - her thoughts moving to the next day – what more would she find out? |
Warning: 1) Young girl. 2) Mentions wetting/urination, desperation.
It was suppose to be a normal school trip to the Middle East, a region filled of wonder and beauty as well as conflict. Our flight was slight delayed but soon enough we were all headed home. As it was an early morning flight, most of us were sound asleep. That is, until there was a commotion, which grew in volume. An eerie, accent voice came on the intercom announcing that they plane was hijacked!! I literally shot up in my seat as I saw masked men with submachine guns and pistols walking down the aisles instead of the flight attendants. We were all ordered to turn in all electronic devices and I regretably handed over my iphone which contained pictures of the sights we had visited. The plane turned sharply to the left and began to descend. Within minutes, land could be seen out of the window until the accented voice told all of us to close the shutters.
The plane did a hard landing but thankfully I remembered to put on my seatbelt before landing. Then came the errie accented voice. "You all will be allowed to disembark. All of you, except one person. We will take one hostage for a collateral. " Immediately everyone started to mummur, wondering who it will be . "Silence!" The voice continued. "Everyone quiet, stay in your seats and look straight ahead." I did so, trembling. Who would be picked? I surmised so sort of young and good looking person. But a boy or a gir...
"You," I heard the same voice from the speakers and turned to see a masked man. "You, stand up!"
"Noo...." I cried not believing I was chosen.
"Mister, look she's only a kid, pick someone...OW!!!" I turned to see my teacher Mrs. Seagger interjected only to receive a large blow on her head. "SHUT UP!! Girl, get up NOW!" With my feet trembling I did so and was yanked immediately my a second masked man.
"NO! Don't take...OW! OW!!" My teacher was again struck on the head but before I could turn around, I was pushed towards the front of the aircraft. The accented voice was on the speakers again: "All passengers will now disembark. Slowly and no heroics. We will watching you." As I heard the movement of the passengers, I was turned around to face the masked men again.
"What's your name girl?" The senior one asked.
"Catherine.." I mumbled more because of my fear of their looks and their weapons.
"Well Catherine," he continued, now with a softer tone, "don't be scared. We won't hurt you, unless you try to resist. We will fly on to another airport where after a short while you will be released. OK?" I slowly nodded but didn't expect the next part. "Tape her up, and watch things from here," he ordered his companion.
WHAT?! My hands were yanked behind my back and I felt the feeling of thick duct tape surrounding them. "Ha...mmmmppph!" something cloth-like was jammed into my mouth and then I felt another sticky duct tape plastered over my lips. Before I could move any further, he knelt down and wrapped tape around my nylon-covered knees and ankles. Her further wrapped tape above and below my small breasts. With tape literally all over me, he lifted me up and carried me to front cabin. He buckled me in and said, "now stay here." I certainly couldn't move anyway; the tape was really tight!
A few minutes later, I felt the plane moved--we were flying off again! It made me even more apprehensive since they didnt say where we were heading. What if the hijackers/kidnappers didn't keep their promise and left me in some deserted place? What if they threw me in some hell hole or fed me to some animals or evil people? Or worse what if they killed me?
As I thought about my fate, I then felt a signal from my bladder. Yeah, I drank alot of water, juice and soft drinks during the flight and the meals provided. As the plane continued move, I felt a stronger signal from my bladder and began to struggle against my bonds. Suddenly, the plane banked and started to descend. Well, that was fast I thought. And thankfully too. Hopefully they would release me and I would run straight for the toilet.
The land was even rougher than before. As the plane finally halted, my bladder pressure was unbearable. "MMMMpppp..." I groaned through my gag. One of the masked men appeared and asked, "WHAT?"
"Mmmm....." I cried again and finally he peeled or rather yanked off the tape and took out the cloth. "Please, mister, can you let me use the toilet?"
"No, no way girlie. You want a quick escape," he replied and attempted to replace the cloth. "Please, mis....mmmppph!!!!" He jammed the cloth back and taped it up. "Mmmmmppph..." I wailed but he disappeared.
Shit they wont even release me for a pee. I squeezed my legs tight together, knowing that wasn't going to help but still did so. Please, please, please release me. Five minutes later, I felt that my bladder was really going to burst. "MMMMMMPHHHH!!!" I cried and the man reappeared.
"I said no." He snapped but I continued to wail and give him a pleading look. Finally, he reached down and cut away the tape around my knees and ankles. My hands were shortly freed. "Mmmp?" I said, pointing at my gag. "You don't need your mouth to pee. Two minutes max."
I scooted off but just as I got past the end of the cabin, my bladder gave way. Warm pee soaked my knickers and trickled down my tights. Oh SHIT SHIT SHIT! I thought silently as I pushed open the door to the cubicle. I had just managed to unclip my skirt and lower my undies as another lot of pee shot out. Oh man, I thought, I'm so embarrassed. Then again, it was that hijacker's fault for not releasing me the first time. I cleaned up as best as I could but the stained undies and tights felt just terrible against my crotch.
"Good, you are back," he said seeing me. "Accident?" I was still too embarrassed and in any case was gagged so I couln't reply. Suddenly,"BANG! BANG! BOOM!!!" The air suddenly turned smoky and I gave a muffled yelp as I smelled pungent fumes. My body collapsed to the ground more from the odour rather than the ear-shattering explosions. Just over a minute later, I heard cries of "She here! Hostage safe!" The smoky air suddenly dissipated and my vision cleared to see many masked men with MP-5 submachine guns.
One knelt down and gently removed the tape across my lips and eased out the soggy cloth.
"Are you ok Miss? Everything fine no..oh dear, looked like you had an accident," the HRT man said, causing me to turn bright red all over.
THE END. |
What's up my fellow Omorashi fans?! It's Kat here to continue my fiction story. From feedback, this one will be more about desperation and wetting rather than making out XD. Alright, here goes. Hope you like Episode 3!
My name is Hannah. I am a year 9 high schooler. I am a really pretty, but shy person. I have bladder problems, so I can't hold onto my pee for a long time. Two days ago I wet myself during history class. Even though the situation was at it's worst, the result was awesome. Jack is one if my two best friends. We have been friends since fifth grade back in primary, and since then, I have had a crush in him. Jack admitted his strong love for me when I wet myself. He thought it was pretty hot. We really love each other and now he is my boyfriend. It has been two weeks since we became a young couple. He is so kind and loyal. I love him very much.
I am walking home from school with Jack, Ellie, and Ellie's new boyfriend Samson. He is pretty tall and muscular, your dream-muscle-boy type in romance movies. Oh well, it was Ellie's heart. She deserved a good man; she was so kind and funny. Jack and I linked arms. We were talking about how our math teacher Ms Griffin was wearing a mini- skirt and you could see her punk knickers when she bent down! I thought it was hilarious. So did Ellie. "Well we split up from here I guess...!" I exclaimed. Our streets were close together. Well except for Samson, but he was going to Ellie's place. Ellie and Samson said bye and walked off into the distance. I turned to Jack. I was about to say goodbye before he stopped me. "Hey, did you want to go out for a snack together?" He asked. I smiled, excited. "That's a great idea! I will go and get changed. Meet me here in five." I replied. We nodded. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and we ran to our houses.
I got dressed in a light blue summer dress with pretty white sandals. I had my hair down put a small pony tail at the back of my head to keep the hair out of my eyes. I had to say, I looked really nice. I walked to the meeting place and Jack was already there. He was wearing a white printed t shirt with burgundy trackie pants. He looked handsome. I ran up to him and hugged him. "I have already planned where to go." He said. So we started walking to wherever he wanted to take me. I forgot to go to the toilet at home, but it was no big deal, I needed to go only a tiny bit.
"You can open your eyes now!" He said. I opened them. We were at a nearby park I had never been to before. It was so beautiful. So many trees and flowers. There wasn't many people at the reserve, so we could kiss and not be disturbed. There was a cafe across the road with delicious-looking food. He said we would stop there to eat. Seemed like a great idea! As we walked closer to the cafe, you could hear some nice music coming from the inside of the cafe. It was calm music.we held hands and walked into the cafe. It was a lovely urban one. We walked up to the counter and ordered our meals. They looked very appetising. Jack got out his wallet to pay. "Jack...! I can pay for mine! It's a-" before I could finish, Jack cut me off. "It's alright Hannah. I'm taking you out. I can pay for you.mi don't mind." He said kindly with a smile across his face. I smiled back. "Gentleman." I said and I allowed him to pay. I had just realised my urge to pee had become slightly stronger. I could hold it for longer. I had to.
Moments later we walked out of the cafe with our delicious-smelling food. We walked across the road and into the peaceful park. It was a warm sunny day with perfect weather, just right to eat a lovely meal out with a lovely guy you love! We found a spot were we were surrounded by trees, but we were sitting in the sun. We sat down on the luscious grass and started to eat. I took a bite of my chicken roll. It was delicious! We sat and ate for a little while until Jack decided to break the calming silence. "So what do you think of Ellie's new boyfriend?" Asked Jack. I hope he didn't think that I liked him. "Mmmmm.... Not really my type. He's just too...." I paused. "Too unlike you." I said with a warm smile. He turned directly to me. He gave me a comforting look. "No other could be like you Jack. You are kind, caring, loving and such a gentleman." I said. There was a moment of silence. He leaned in and before you know it, he was kissing me. It was the perfect atmosphere. Quiet. Peaceful. Romantic. After he drew his lips away from mine, I needed to pee a lot more now. Too much excitement...! I put slight pressure on my crotch with my thighs. I could hold on.
I had taken the last bite of my roll. It was really good. Jack had finished his a while ago. Guys eat quickly. Or do I eat slowly? I'm not sure. I really needed to go now. I was crossing my legs over as I sat on the grass. We were having a good conversation, Jack and I, but I couldn't get my mind off my desperation. After a little while, I felt that I couldn't hold it for much longer. Should I tell him? But that would wreck the date. But I had to go badly. I didn't want to..... The thought of it made me need to go even more. I tiny drop escaped and I put more pressure on my crotch. "Is something wrong Hannah?" Asked Jack. Should I tell him? No, I shouldn't, he would want me to go, and that would mean I had to leave him, and I would feel guilty for doing so. "No Jack! I'm perfectly fine!" I said with a fake smile. Jack nodded. He lay down on the soft green grass. I decided to do the same. I let a small spurt of pee out accidentally. I could feel a wet patch in my panties now. It was warm. I kinda liked it. So I didn't worry about it. We talked a little more. It was so romantic!
I was busting now. The wet patch had grown over-time and I had put pressure on my crotch with my hands, but I had placed my hands in a way that made it not look like I was holding on for dear life. A kid walked past and stropped at the drinking fountain for a drink. The noise. The look. It made me so desperate now. I was about to burst. I put more pressure on my crotch. The wet patch and become more wet and had dribbled across the crotch of my panties. It was warm. Out of the blue Jack grabbed me and put me on his chest. It made me squirt a little. "Why so quiet?" He said, with a crooked smile. He kissed me passionately. Did it feel good. He stopped after a minute then moved down to my neck, catching me off-guard. I leaked quite a bit. Now most of my crotch was wet with warm, yellow liquid. We tumbled over and he was on top of me now, using his hands and knees to hold him up. He bit my ear. Then I could feel it. My walls were crumbling. Before I could wet myself on Jack I exclaimed, "Jack! Get off quick!" I said. He did so just as it came gushing out. My dress had a massive growing wet patch on it. He looked shocked. My warm urine spread across the grass. After a while my flow stopped. My panties were so heavy with warm wet, yellow pee. It was so embarrassing! How could I have wet myself on our special date? I started to apologise. "I'm so sorry Jack, I didn't mean to..." I said. But he just smiled. "Your so cute when you loose control. You know that?" He said. I blushed. He touched my wet patch. "So warm and wet...." He said. He drew his hand away and kissed me on the forehead. "Come on. Let's go to your place and clean up. Thank you for the wonderful date, you made my day." He said. "It was such a lovely day. And sorry about..." I said, blushing. He smiled crookedly. "Don't be babe." He said and we got off, me leaving my warm, wet, yellow puddle on the grass.
Hope you enjoyed my story! I am thinking of giving this series a proper name. I have been calling it 'Desperation, Wetting and Love', but maybe I could call it something different. I will leave it up to you guys. If you think I should keep the name, I will. If not, think of a name and I will pick the best one.
Thanks again guys!
-Kat :3 |
~Pre-information~
The bell test is a form of examination that is given to the Konohagakure Academy Students who have managed to graduate from the Academy.The test is for the each student to take one of the two bells from their to-be teacher within a set time limit in order to pass. Since there are three students, it would seem that one of them will be sent back to the Academy no matter what. @wiki
~Story~
It was very early in the morning, Team Seven had to arrive early in the training field for a special training exercise with Kakashi-sensei. They had arrived nearly exactly on time, but Kakashi was nowhere to be seen. It wouldn't be until many hours later that Kakashi would arrive.
In there current states, they seemed fine. Naruto was trying to pass the time by sleeping. Sasuke seemed to be in some sort of meditation, either that or he was irritated being made to wait. Sakura, however, sat on her knees. She bent over her own hip. Why? She would not admit. She would answer that she was trying to sleep, or some other excuse to hide her true problems.
Kakashi, along with Naurto, Sakura, and Sasuke stood, in the training field. Sakura was shaking at the legs.
"Haha! Don't be scared Sakura!" shouted Naruto, assuming she was, infact, scared.
"Okay. The test begins..." Kakashi paused dramatically.
Naruto charged toward Kakashi holding a kunai in hand. "You idiot!" shouted Sakura "Now we have even less time to finish!" she argued. "We also have to start later..." she whimpered quietly.
Kakashi quickly countered Naruto. He held him in a position with the kunai facing the back of his neck.
"I didn't say start yet." he remarked, coldly. Kakashi let go of him, Naruto backed up and growled.
"Now!" he announced as he started the timer that would wait until dawn.
Within seconds, Sakura and Sasuke hid in separate locations of the forest that surrounded the field. However, Naruto stood in the field proudly.
"You and me, right now! Fair and square!" shouted Naruto.
Hidden within the bushes was Sakura. She found herself in a very unfortunate situation. Ever since she recently started a water-based diet, she found herself having to use the restroom much more often. Since Kakashi forced them to show up early to this practice, she figured that it wouldn't take more then a few hours. Unfortunately, before the lesson had began, it took more than four hours for Kakashi to arrive. This put a heavy load on her bladder.
Kakashi glanced over toward Naruto. He then reached into his pocket. "Is he going to pull out a weapon?" thought Naruto to himself. Kakashi pulled them mysterious object out, turning out to be a book. He began reading, obviously mocking Naruto's inability to take him on with his skills of ninjutsu.
Naruto growled. "Why are you reading that book?!"
"To find out what happens in the story, of course." he said, mocking his abilities. He was obviously reading the words in the book, his eyes scanning and occasionally flipping the pages.
Naruto growed and rushed at Kakashi. Once in range, Naruto swung a fist at him. Kakashi easily blocked with his hand, and Naruto tried to counter with another attack. Kakashi, again continued to mess around on the difficulty of his attacks. This went on for a few minutes.
"Why is he just messing around?" thought Sakura "Why aren't we done yet?!" she cried, out loud. She quickly covered her mouth when she made her mistake.
Kakashi soon managed to get behind Naruto after his futile attempts at attacking.
"You shouldn't let your enemies get behind you." commented Kakashi. Kakashi had his hands right behind Naruto's behind, in the Tiger hand seal.
"Got to act fast!" Naruto yelled. At the expense of his teammate, Naruto used a bunshin technique to switch out his body with Sakura, who was now visible in the bushes after that outburst.
"1000 years of death!" Kakashi shouted, thrusting his fingers into whom he thought was Naruto. A girlish scream could be heard, as Sakura took the blow,, flying to the air and rapidly let out the contents of her bladder.
Kakashi soon realized what he had done, and embarassingly laughed and said "Whoops. Looks like that was the wrong person" he said, his fingers covered in her urine.
Naruto and Sasuke realized what had happened as well, Sakura had left a puddle under her body as the blow knocked the wind out of her, making her temporarily unable to get up. Naruto found Sasuke. "Sasuke" said Naruto "Come on, we have to get Kakashi now!" he said with confidence, as if he had a plan. Naruto and Sasuke rushed out of the bushes to team on Kakashi. Naruto alone wasn't a problem, and Sasuke was managiable. But together, it was a slight challenge for Kakashi.
After a few minutes of fighting, Kakashi took out Naruto, and then within a matter of seconds, overpowered Sasuke.
The bell rang for noon, the test was over. The three grouped together.
"Well, it looks like we failed." said Naruto.
"Yeah, we couldn't get the bells. But the fact that they matched us against a Jonin made this test almost impossible." commented Sasuke.
Kakashi began to laugh. "You pass! This was not a test of strength or strategy, but rather a test to see if you could work together."
The two looked confused, and Sakura looked embarrassed, having to stand in her wet dress.
Naruto approached Sakura "Sorry about what happened out there. I didn't know!"
Sakura then slowly grew angry "Naruto! You idiot! You made me look like a fool!" she said as she began bashing him.
fin.
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It had been a long day out. Zest had driven him and his fiancée Ashi to the beach, where they had spent the day hanging out, relaxing and drinking lovely drinks.
It was dusk, and they were halfway through their hour long car ride home. Zest's bladder was aching slightly at the torrent of soda drinks he had bestowed upon his body. He had foolishly neglected to release himself before embarking on the long trip home. But alas, half way through the relatively easy trip home, he made the decision to bear it until his arrival back home.
Ashi had noticed a few light squirms from the driver seat, to which she questioned. "I'll be fine", he reassured however, "Just gonna wait until we get home".
Though, as time went by, and 60 minutes until arrival became 30, Zest had developed a growing sense of urgency. He could feel his bladder bulging slightly outwards of his tummy, and he knew his battle with impatience could very well go down to the last second.
"Mrrff~", he fidgeted, "I.. I'm really getting pretty desperate now >.>" he commented, a blushing look upon his face as he sqeezed his thighs together.
"You know, you can just pull over a-", "NO".. he abruptly cut off Ashi, before the aluring desire of release filled his mind, "I can wait". He squeezed his legs as firmly as his driving stance would allow, a light whimper upon his breath.
Suddenly, tragedy. A line of red lights ahead of the car stopped the two in their travels. They ground to a halt, where they inched at a snail pace for several hundred feet.
"Oh man, we're gonna be late home", remarked Ashi. Zest's ears dropped in a sorryful face as he realised this, concluding that he would need to make his quest for relief an urgent matter, or risk destroying the fabric of his well loved car.
"I need to go, NOW", he informed Ashi, wriggling around in his seat to form a constant motion.
"Arf! Erm, well, if you can last another 2 minutes, there's a service station up ahead", Ashi replied in a manner best befitting of angst for her beloved partner.
"Ummfff >.< Okay", he replied, anxious in his tone, knowing the challenge to hold back his release now more challenging than ever before. He could feel the torrent of sweet release pushing at his shaft, like a body against a barracaded door, mercilessly relenting for it's sweet freedom.
The car inched closer, and closer.. now feet from the entrance to the run down service station.
"ASHI, I NEED TO GOOO. NOW", he exclaimed as a lapse of concentration allowed a single squirt of sugar coated yellow liquid onto the front of his car seat, "I.. I LITERALLY CAN'T HOLD IT ANY LONGER!!"
Being able to do nothing more than look upon the situation, Ashi concerningly gave a worried look for her partner's woes. In a last vein attempt to defeat his battle against a torrent of release, he veered the car against the kerb, bumping the car gently alongside the queue of traffic and into the empty car park. The rythmic bouncing of the uneven ground audibly sloshing the enormous tank of urine waiting for it's overdue release inside the bladder of the woeful Husky.
He pulled the handbrake and darted out the car, leaving an open door and a now hand sized wet patch on his once immaculate car seat. He limped, paws over his crotch, to the door of the service station where he used his shoulder to enter the building.
As he saw the toilet sign, he began a victorious chain of thoughts, anticipating the pleasure he would feel as his bladder poured its contents against the bottom of the marble urinal. He could feel his bladder pushing ever harder at this possibility, the urine shooting up his shaft, being stopped by nothing more than the faint paw shielding the head of his member.
But, no. It couldn't be. It was not to be. A locked door, and an Out of Order sign. "No, WHY? I'M SO CLOSE, IT CAN'T BE", thought Zest, shrouded in an air of distraught. Though, his bladder lost what small mercy it had. The aluring thought of sweet release being too good of an opportunity to pass.
It was over. Zest had no control over the torrent of piss which poured from his aching bladder, all over the floor of the service station. Powerless, he could do nothing but prop himself against the door which seperated him from the happiest of endings, solumnly enjoying the immense pleasure of release his bladder was shrouding upon him, as he bore a face of embarrassment at his lack of bodily control.
He stood, panting, for almost a minute as his bladder emptied the last of its contents on the floor, before he shroudly shuffled over with a defeatest look to an unimpressed lady behind the counter of the store. "C.. can I borrow a mop?", he asked, in a manner best befitting in ill-behavied school child.
Ashi, curious as to the time her Husky companion was taking, looked over to the store, to see a red faced husky bearing a mop against the bathroom door. She could do nothing more than bear a slight chuckle, before leaving the car to offer some assistance. |
I didn't even know I still had an account here. So, hello, I guess :)
Over the past week I enjoyed a few of the stories here, so I thought I would write one for you myself. It is a Harry Potter fanfiction told mostly from the point of view of Draco.
Hope you like it!
Draco's Mishaps
Monday, September 6thDraco was on his way to to the dungeons for his afternoon potions lesson. His third year at Hogwarts had just started a week ago and he was looking forward to the class. He liked potions. Not only did Draco have a natural aptness for the subject, Professor Snape, their head of house, was teaching it, and he was easily Draco's favorite teacher.
The sun had been shining all day, and even though it was already Autumn, it was quite hot, so Draco had been drinking plenty of pumpkin juice at lunch. However, none of that heat had made its way down to the dungeons. As he stepped out of the sunlit stairwell and into the gloomy corridor, he was hit by the cool, damp air and he involuntarily shivered. At the sudden chill, he felt a small nudge from his lower abdomen, reminding him of where all that pumpkin juice had gone. He'd better take a quick detour to the loo before class.
There was a bathroom near their potions classroom, and usually it was deserted, too. No one strayed down here except for potions lesson. That was an important consideration, because Draco didn't like crowded toilets. But when he was just a few steps away and about to quickly slip into the bathroom, the door opened and out stepped Potter and Weasley of all people. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, his hand almost automatically darted into his pocket and closed around his wand. For a second he hoped the two might ignore him and just head to class, but no such luck. Weasley had seen him, and they both got out their wands as well, staring at him.
Draco didn't want to seem like a coward, so he started walking again. The two were blocking the way to the loo, and they weren't moving. He went past them and continued down the hallway towards their classroom. There was no way in hell he would ask them to step aside so he could use the loo, it was way too embarrassing. He didn't have to go that bad anyways. He could feel their stares on his back and it made the hair in his neck stand straight up, but he did not give them the satisfaction to turn around. They'd be mad if they tried anything here.
Draco still gave a silent heave of relief when he stepped though the classroom door. He quickly went over to his friends Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle and sat down next to Theodore Nott in the row behind them. He and Theo had known each other longer than he could remember. Their fathers were old friends, and the Notts were every bit as ancient and pure-blooded as the Malfoys. When they were younger, Theo's dad had come visit Draco's parents quite regularly and he usually had brought Theo to play with Draco. They had gotten along well enough. Still were, in fact. Draco thought so at least, and Theo hadn't given him any reason to believe he thought otherwise, yet Draco was hesitant to call him a friend. He secretly eyed Theo. To be honest, Draco wasn't sure the stringy boy even had real friends. Didn't talk much. A bit of a loner, usually kept to himself.
Draco was rather partnered with him than Crabbe or Goyle, though. Those two boors were useful for menial tasks, but they couldn't be trusted not to blow up their potion. Theo might have been a bit odd, but at least he wasn't an idiot like them.
He got distracted from his thoughts as Professor Snape entered the classroom and audibly closed the door behind himself. He immediately started his lesson and told them to open their books. As Professor Snape went on explaining to them the potion they would be brewing the next day, Draco found it hard to focus on the subject. His bladder gave him another twinge to remind him of its fullness. He shifted around on his chair, trying to find a position that would ease the pressure in his lower stomach a bit. It didn't help and he gave up and instead started nervously scissoring his legs. Theo eyed him questioningly, Draco blushed and forced his legs to stay still. He eyed the clock, class had hardly started, still thirty minutes to go. He silently groaned. Damn pumpkin juice!
Twenty more minutes passed and Draco was starting to grow desperate. He pressed his legs together tightly and as he felt another spasm from his bladder, he had to grab himself to keep anything from escaping. He moaned and slightly bent over. He had to piss so bad! Just forcing himself to sit still took all his concentration, so Theo had to nudge him before he realized Snape had called his name. Draco looked up.
“Mr. Malfoy, I said: I believe you had prepared a report on the dandelion root!”, Professor Snape repeated himself in slight annoyance.
“Y-yes, Professor! Sorry, Professor”, Draco croaked, panicky searching for his notes.
“Today, if you don't mind, Mr. Malfoy”, Professor Snape said, the irritation now clear in his voice.
Draco found the notes and hurriedly got up. His bladder jerked at the sudden movement and his eyes widened in horror as he felt a small squirt dampen his briefs. He desperately grabbed himself, and for a second he had to cross his legs. Then he realized that all eyes were on him. Someone giggled. The Weasel was pointing at him and whispering to Potter. Draco forced himself to remove the hand from his groin and to walk casually towards the front of the class.
“The-the dandelion is a plant with many uses, its root is a common ingredient in many potions”, he began. Ten minutes! He only had to make it ten more minutes! He felt a jab in his lower abdomen and he lost another squirt as well as his train of thought. Stammering, he came to a halt and had to look at his notes. The front of his briefs felt more than a little wet by now, at least his robes would hide any wetness on his pants. He hoped! He didn't dare to look down to check. Draco uneasily shifted his weight from one leg to the other, but it only seemed to worsen the pressure. He was completely unable to stand still now, he just wished he could grab himself through his robes without anyone noticing.
Potter and Weasley were snickering. Theo eyed him, too. Draco felt like the whole class had caught on on his predicament and was secretly laughing at him. He felt himself blush and wished he could just melt into the floor there and then, but he stubbornly went on with his presentation.
Somehow, he made it through his whole report, though he came to a sudden halt as he read the last point in his notes. He felt his face go red again.
“Therootissometimesusedasanaturaldiuretic”, he muttered.
“What was that last bit?”, Snape asked mercilessly.
Draco swallowed, but he obediently repeated more clearly: “On its own the root is sometimes used as a natural diuretic.”
More giggling.
“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy”, Professor Snape said, oblivious to the reason for his students' unruliness, “anything to add, Mr. Potter? Mr. Weasley?”
The two wiped the nasty grins from their faces and hurriedly shook their heads.
“Ten points from Gryffindor for talking during lesson”, Snape sneered, “if you two wish to pass this year, you would do better to take notes instead the next time you hear such an excellent presentation! Ten points to Slytherin, thank you, Mr. Malfoy! Class is dismissed!”
Draco fled back to his place without another word. When he lowered himself into his chair, he lost another squirt. The table hid him from view and he finally was able to cross his legs again, which he desperately needed. He stifled a silent moan. At least sitting down the pain in his lower abdomen was a tiny bit less intolerable. He dared to finally take a quick look at his crotch, and to his great relief nothing showed on his robe.
Despite his urgent need, he took his time to pack his things. Most other students had already left when he was done, Crabbe and Goyle had long stood up as well and gave him impatient looks.
“Go ahead”, Draco told them, “I'll catch up to you at Defense against the Dark Arts!”
He didn't want anyone to see him run for the loo, not after that disgraceful display just now. He waited for his two goons to leave. As soon as he was alone, he would make a beeline for the toilet. There were only a few straggler Gryffindor girls left, who were chatting with each other as they walked towards the door in an excruciatingly slow pace. Just hurry up and leave already!
Theo was in no hurry either, he had finished packing his things ages ago, but he just lingered in his place. He leaned over and whispered: “What are you waiting for?”
“What?”, Draco feigned confusion.
“You have to go to the loo real bad.” It wasn't a question.
“No, I don't!”, Draco insisted.
“Oh, come on! The whole class could see how bad you had to pee!”
“I DON'T HAVE TO PEE!”, Draco hissed at him. His outburst made the two Gryffindor girls, who were just walking through the door, turn around and look at them. He felt himself blushing.
“OK, OK, my mistake”, Theo agreed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Draco waited a moment longer, but since Theo apparently didn't plan on leaving any time soon, he got up himself. “See you at Defense against the Dark Arts! Bye!”, he hurriedly muttered.
But just then Theo stood up with him. “Wait!”, he said, “I wanted to talk to you about Quidditch training!”
“Not now! Tonight, OK?”, Draco said desperately.
“I'll just walk with you”, Theo suggested and ran after him.
Draco groaned. Theo continued to talk while he followed him outside and down the hallway. Something about last year's match against Gryffindor. Draco didn't really listen nor did he care. His bladder was throbbing so bad, it hurt. They had reached the bathroom door. When Draco stopped walking he immediately had to cross his legs. He moved a hand down to hold himself, trying to somehow make it look casual. He squirmed and stared at the door longingly. Relief was so close!
“I... I forgot something in class!”, he lied, “go ahead! I'll just...”
Theo's eyes followed his gaze knowingly. Happily, he said: “I'll go back with you.”
Draco gasped and doubled over as he felt another sharp stab from his tortured bladder. Couldn't that guy take a hint?
“No! Just go already!”, he whined. He didn't care anymore that he was openly holding himself with both hands right in front of the other boy.
Theo eyed him curiously a moment longer, then he just grinned and waved at him. “See you in class then!”, he called, turned, and ran away.
As soon as Theo was out of sight, Draco made a dash for the bathroom, running straight for the first stall. The sight of the toilet made his bladder spasm in anticipation. He felt some getting out. Panicky, he pulled at his belt. “No! No! Wait! Not yet! Not yet!”, he wailed in despair as he felt the pee soaking through his briefs and running down his legs. It felt so good now that he had started to let go, he just couldn't stop the flow. He could feel his hands get wet, finally he managed to open his belt and unbutton his pants. All the time wetting forcefully, he just yanked them all down in one go. He aimed his member at the bowl to finish in the toilet and moaned in relief. He peed for over a minute before his stream at last started to trickle down and finally stopped. The bursting pain in his lower abdomen had been replaced by a dull emptiness, Draco felt so relieved, he was a little dizzy.
He reached for his pants and pulled them up to examine the damage. The front and inside of the legs were completely soaked and there was a puddle around his feet. “Aww, dragon dung!”, Draco muttered. He got out his wand to point it at his pants. “Tergeo!”, he whispered a cleaning spell. A sudden, tingling sensation rushed down his legs. Draco looked down at his now dry again pants with a relieved smile. He took care of the puddle on the floor in the same way. That had been a close call! And he hadn't even made it all the way. He didn't dare to think of how close he had come to an accident right in front of his whole class. |
Well, let's continue with the second chapter right away.
Tuesday, September 7thThe next day they had a double period of potions in the afternoon. Like before, Draco was paired with Theo. He warily eyed the silent boy, but Theo seemed to already have forgotten about Draco's shameful display the previous day.
Draco had made sure he went to the loo after Care for Magical Creatures, but he hadn't thought of going again after lunch. Soon after potions class had started, he felt a small pressure in his lower stomach and he immediately regretted his carelessness. Though it wasn't that urgent and he was confident he could easily manage till the end of the lesson.
Before they were allowed to get out their cauldrons and start working, Professor Snape had them painstakingly go over every detail of the recipe for the potion they had learned about yesterday. As he put it, he couldn't trust his class not to blow themselves up even with such a simple brew. Snape never grew tired of reminding them how he was cursed with the most incapable and unthinking students – a remark clearly aimed at the Gryffindors.
Usually those rehearsals were an easy opportunity to earn house points, but today Draco actually was happy his name wasn't called. He sheepishly asked Theo if he could quickly copy his notes. He really hadn't paid much attention yesterday.
Once they had gone over what they were going to do today, Snape told them to get started. Kids ran to rinse their cauldrons and get the reagents. Theo got up as well and reached for their cauldron. He asked: “I'll set up the cauldron, you get the ingredients, OK?”
Draco nodded. The sound of running water painfully reminded him of his need to pee and made him unpleasantly aware of how full his bladder felt. He pressed his legs together tightly and cursed silently. He knew getting up would make the urge worse. As Crabbe went past, Draco quickly grabbed him at his sleeve. “Hey, fetch us our ingredients as well!”, he told him. Crabbe nodded.
A moment later, he returned and dropped Draco's stuff on their table.
“Dandelion root, not daisy, you oaf!”, Draco hissed.
Crabbe gave him an annoyed stare but he obediently turned around to replace the dried flowers with the right ones. Draco looked after him irritatedly. Yeah, no need to thank him just because he had just saved those idiots' brew as well! He sighted. Ingrates! He made sure Crabbe had gotten the rest of the ingredients right before he weighted the rat spleen and started chopping it.
Theo returned and, unaware of Draco's growing predicament, dropped the filled cauldron on their table, almost making the water inside spill over. The sight gave Draco a painful twinge in his lower abdomen. He groaned and had to grab himself for a second.
“Everything alright?”, Theo asked puzzled.
“Yes!”, Draco hissed, forced himself into an upright position again and continued to cut the rat spleen.
Theo looked at him musingly, but after a moment he turned to their work and started weighting up the other ingredients.
As soon as the water was boiling, they put in the rat spleen, and Theo continued to slowly add the next ingredients while Draco grabbed the dandelion roots to cut them into tiny dice as well. While he was working, he involuntarily started to scissor his legs. His bladder was still aching from holding it so long the previous day, and it made him have to go worse. For a second he grabbed himself, but then he noticed Theo looking over to him and he pretended he was just adjusting things down there into a more comfortable position.
“Could you stop stirring that much!”, he demanded irritatedly.
“It says here to keep it in constant motion-”
“Yeah, but don't slush it around so much, OK!”, Draco moaned, “you're ruining the brew!”
By the look Theo gave him, he saw right through him and knew fully well what really was the matter. Draco blushed. But Theo didn't say anything else and slowed down his stirring.
Draco finished cutting the dandelion root and Theo took the chopping board from him. Draco watched him drop the diced roots into the cauldron. He slightly bend over, trying to ease the pressure a little bit. With a silently groan he looked at the clock. Forty minutes still!
For a second he considered raising his hand as asking Professor Snape to be excused, but he couldn't bear the embarrassment, not after what had happened yesterday. Snape didn't allow his students to use the loo anyways. He never did, and Draco doubted he would make an exception, him being his favorite or not.
Ten more minutes passed and Draco had trouble sitting still anymore. He silently groaned and fidgeted. Draco was so preoccupied with his pressing need, he didn't even notice that Theo had taken over most of both their work. He didn't care for their potion or anything else anymore, his only thought was for the lesson to end. Now! He needed the lesson to end RIGHT NOW! But Theo didn't complain about the extra work. Draco's predicament was pretty obvious by now, at least for anyone who cared to look, and Theo actually felt a bit sorry for him.
At an especially bad spasm, Draco bend over in his seat and pressed both hands to his groin. The Weasel and Potter snickered and waved at him. Draco was totally embarrassed, but between openly holding himself and having an accident in class, he chose the former. Right now he was beyond the point of caring about keeping up appearances. He just couldn't have an accident in class! Not after the incident yesterday.
Meanwhile, the first students had finished with their brews. Theo was just filling two flasks with theirs. “Want me to bring yours to the front as well?”, Theo had to repeat his question for Draco to even realize he was speaking to him. Draco nodded thankfully.
When he returned, Theo did all the cleaning up as well. For Draco, hearing the other kids rinse out their cauldrons was pure agony. His bladder was pulsing furiously and he could feel a little squirt dampen his briefs before he could stop the flow. He sank down on his table and kept on choking his member like his life depended on it.
By the time Professor Snape dismissed class, he was close to tears. Draco just remained sitting on his place while the others left. Again, Theo waited for him. Draco didn't even notice the other boy packed up his stuff for him. When they were alone, Theo stood up and went over to Draco's side of the table.
“Just go on ahead!”, Draco muttered weakly when he noticed the other boy standing besides him.
Theo didn't seem to hear. He whispered: “Think you can get up?”
Draco blinked away the tears. He shook his head, he knew he couldn't.
“Come on, I'll help you!”, Theo said, offering a hand.
The second Draco opened his legs to stand up, he felt his bladder contract. A huge spurt escaped into his pants, he groaned and desperately pressed his legs together again. His second attempt was more successful and although he felt another squirt escape, he managed to get up. He immediately crossed his legs again. A few drops were running down the inside of his left leg and when he looked down at himself, to his horror he could see a huge wet spot in his groin where he was holding himself through his robe.
He looked back up at Theo and he could see the other boy had noticed as well. He felt his face go red hot with embarrassment. Theo did not comment, though, he just tried to slowly ease Draco towards the exit. Draco hobbled along, his hand desperately choking his member, feeling a little more escape with each tiny step he took. Halfway to the door, his bladder just gave way. He could feel the hot piss gushing forth between his fingers and rushing down his legs. He desperately tried to stem the flood, but at the same time finally letting go felt so good, he just couldn't stop himself. He started crying while he continued to piss his pants right in front of the other boy. Theo just stared at him.
It felt like he would never stop peeing, it must have been over a minute before his stream started to slow down. When there finally was no pee left inside him, he was standing in a huge puddle.
“Are you all done?”, Theo asked softly.
Draco didn't answer, he was crying hysterically.
Theo looked at him uncertain what to do, then he hesitantly got out his wand and cast a cleaning charm on him.
As Draco felt the tingling sensation of the spell, he looked up at Theo in confusion. He didn't get why the other boy wasn't laughing at him. He sniffled: “You gonna tell on me?”
“Of cause not!”, Theo replied earnestly and gave him a hug, “come on, let's wash off those tears!”
Draco allowed himself to gently be guided over to the row of sinks at the wall. |
Oh, sorry!
I thought there was no interest in my stories here.
Let's update this one then:
Tuesday, September 14thAfter that incident, Theo had started to hang out with Draco and the guys. Draco wasn't exactly sure what had brought on the sudden chance, and he still worried Theo might tell on him or use what had happened to blackmail him. So far, though, Theo had kept his word. Draco wasn't exactly sure why, but he wasn't complaining about it. He didn't mind Theo's company, very much to the contrary in fact, he enjoyed having someone with a brain of his own around to talk to for a change.
They were on their way to potions class, discussing their homework assignment. He and Theo had done it together. Actually done it together. As in Theo really had written half of it – and it hadn't been a pile of dragon dung Draco had to scrap and rewrite himself either – when he was partnered with Crabbe or Goyle, the two usually just ended up doing nothing and copying Draco's homework later. He had to admit, he liked hanging out with Theo more and more.
“Let's go to the loo”, Theo interrupted his thoughts.
Draco stopped and turned back around to face him. Theo stood in front of the bathroom door next to their potions classroom. There were other classmates nearby, Draco eyed them uncomfortably.
“I'll wait for you”, he quickly said.
“You wanna have another accident in class? Go!”, Theo silently urged him.
Draco felt himself blush in embarrassment. So much for the silent agreement he thought they had had to never speak of that incident again. Though Theo wasn't actually mocking him and he knew his new friend had a point. He made up his mind and quickly stepped into the bathroom, Theo followed him inside. Draco walked to the middle of the room, then he stopped dumbfounded and eyed Theo uncomfortably.
Theo returned the confused look and pushed him in the direction of the urinal. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
“I-I can't go in front of others”, Draco muttered, feeling himself blush even more.
“Whatever”, Theo shrugged and just went over to the urinal himself to take care of his own business.
Hesitantly, Draco turned around and entered one of the cubicles, making sure to lock the door behind himself. He turned towards the toilet and slowly started to undo his belt and pants. Outside he could hear Theo finish and get over to the sink to wash his hands. He tried to concentrate on his own affairs, but he just couldn't get himself to relax. He knew the other boy was still in the room with him. The tap turned off, but he didn't hear the door. Was Theo waiting for him? Come on, man, just get out already! He tried not to think about Theo and just relax. Then suddenly Theo banged on the stall door and Draco clenched up completely again.
“Hurry up! You taking a crap or what?”, Theo laughed.
“I can't go with you out there, OK?”, Draco replied, his tone somewhere between embarrassment and annoyance, “just wait for me in class!”
“You can't be serious!”, Theo laughed, but after a moment, Draco heard him open the door and leave.
He sighed and turned back to the toilet. He felt so tense, it took him a minute to relax enough to push out even just a few drops. He quickly flushed, got out, washed his hands and ran after Theo. He made it to class just in time before the school bell rang. When he sat down besides Theo, Theo bowed over and whispered: “You really can't go with someone around?”
“Shut up!”
Theo just grinned.
They were brewing shrinking solution today. According to Professor Snape, only a complete imbecile could mess up this potion. That Granger Mudblood had teamed up with Longbottom, so there was at least some remote chance he wouldn't blow up his. Draco eyed Crabbe and Goyle. “Slice, not chop the caterpillar!”, he hissed at them. Or those two oafs, of cause.
Weasley came back on his way to get some ingredients. As he passed Draco, he asked loud enough for the nearby students though not Professor Snape to hear: “Gonna show us your potty dance again today, Malfoy?” A few nearby kids snickered. Draco turned around to angrily look after the Weasel. He and Potter laughed at him.
“Just ignore those assholes”, Theo whispered.
But Draco had had enough. The two had been laughing behind his back all week. He waited till Professor Snape wasn't looking, then he quickly turned around again, holding up a hand full of uncut caterpillars. “Hey, Weasel!”, he silently called, and threw them into Potter and Weasley's cauldron before Weasley could react. The potion immediately started bubbling furiously.
Weasley jumped up. He cried: “What the!? Malfoy, you-”
But he hadn't noticed Professor Snape looking back up. “Mr. Weasley! Is there a problem?”
“Sir! Malfoy just-”
At that moment, their potion exploded in a huge cloud of green smoke.
“Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, to the front!”, Snape said annoyedly.
“But he-”
“Now, Mr. Weasley!”
Draco gleefully watched as the two went to the front and as Snape lectured them about their ineptness. They didn't get in a single word. Snape gave them both detention for messing up their brew. As the two returned to their seats, they stared at him angrily. Draco couldn't help but smugly smiled back at them.
Wednesday, September 15thDraco was walking down an upper floor hallway and tried to decide if he should head for the great hall for lunch or take a quick detour to the loo. He kinda had to go, but it wasn't urgent yet. This part of the castle was pretty much deserted at this time of day, though, and he knew how crowded the bathrooms across the great hall would be after lunch. The toilet, he decided.
Just then he noticed a black-haired boy who ran straight up to him. The boy stopped a few feet away, timidly looked up at Draco, swallowed and then made two more steps.
“Excuse me, Sir! Please! I-I... could you please help me?”, the kid stuttered, “would you happen to know where the loo is?”
Draco hadn't seen the boy's face before. He was quite short, definitely a first-year, and his robe identified him as a Gryffindor. Probably some Mudblood. But it really stroked Draco's ego how polite and almost fearful the kid had addressed him, even though Draco wasn't that much his senior. Besides, he was still in an especially good mood for getting Potter and Weasley into detention the previous day.
By the way the boy fidgeted it was obvious he was in urgent need of an answer to his question. Draco sighed. He remembered his first month at Hogwarts and how often he had gotten lost. There was nobody around to witness his good deed and he had been on the way to the toilets anyways, so where was the harm?
“Come on, I'll show you”, he said and smiled at the kid.
“Thank you, Sir!”, murmured the boy. Draco was surprised and a bit embarrassed the kid took his hand as Draco led him down the hallway, the other hand securely pressed to his groin.
“Is it far?”, the boy asked, squirming.
“No, we're almost there-”, Draco hardly had time to point out the door ahead before the kid let go of his hand and made a mad dash for the loo. He disappeared inside.
Draco grinned. Since he preferred to have privacy when using the toilet himself, he decided to wait outside until the boy had finished with his business. He leaned on the wall and opened his bag, pretending to go through his book, so nobody would get the impression he was waiting for the loo, all the while keeping an eye on the door to see when the boy left.
The kid was taking his sweet time, though. Had he missed him leaving? Couldn't be. But no filthy Gryffindor boy emerged from the loo again. Finally Draco decided he had waited long enough and went over himself. Ungrateful Mudblood maggot, could at least have said thanks!
When Draco entered the bathroom, he immediately heard the sobbing. Only one stall was occupied and that was where the sound came from. No one else had entered or left the bathroom, so Draco was pretty sure he knew who had to be inside.
He hesitated a moment, then he got over and gently knocked on the door.
“Everything alright?”, he asked.
He was answered by a shocked gasp and for a second there was silence, then the wailing returned.
“No”, the boy sobbed.
“What's the matter?”
“I couldn't get my belt to unbuckle”, the kid explained between sobs.
“Want me to try?”, Draco asked.
“I... I couldn't... it's too late. I wet my pants”, the boy sniveled, “I don't know what to do now.”
Draco sighed. Softly, he said: “Unlock the door! I can help.”
After a moment of consideration, the boy did as Draco had said. Eyes downcast, his pants still dripping with pee, he was standing in the middle of a big puddle. He had finally gotten the belt undone, Draco noted, though apparently too late. The boy timidly looked up at him, his eyes red from crying, fresh tears still running down his cheeks.
Draco crouched down in front of him, careful his shoes and robe did not touch the puddle on the floor. He gently patted the boy on the arm to reassure him.
“Don't worry!”, he said as he got out his wand, “I know a charm that'll clean you up. I'll cast it on you now, OK?”
The boy sniffled and nodded. Draco pointed his wand at him. “Tergeo!”, he said. A little wave ran down the kid's pants, purging the wetness. The boy stared down at his suddenly dry pants in amazement. The next second he jumped at Draco and hugged him, taking him completely by surprise. All Draco could think of at that moment was that a second ago those pants that were rubbing against his robe had been completely soaked with pee. Yes, he had spelled them clean, but still: Eww! He awkwardly patted the kid on the head and pushed him away.
“Go, wash your face!”, he instructed.
The boy ran over to the sinks. While he cleaned away the tears, Draco took care of the puddle with another cleaning charm.
When the boy was done, he turned around to him again. “Thanks!”, he muttered shyly, “I'm Evan. What's your name?”
“Malfoy. Draco Malfoy”, Draco said.
“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy! ... Draco?”,Evan shyly smiled at him.
“Draco is OK”, Draco said, then, remembering himself, he scowled, “now get out and enjoy your lunch break!”
Evan grinned, saluted, and started for the door.
“Hey, Evan!”, Draco called after him.
The door handle in hand, Evan turned around again.
“One word about this – about me helping you – to anyone and I'll turn you into a rat and feed you to my owl! Understood?”
Evan's eyes grew wide and he hurriedly nodded.
“Good. Now get out!”
Without another word Evan ran out.
Draco looked after him and grinned, then he turned his eyes back down at where the kid's pants had touched his robe. He shuddered. Disgusting! He would have to get to his room and change into a clean one before lunch. But first, he turned back around and got into the cubicle to finally take a piss himself. |
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Here is the next update. Irresponsible teachers at this run-down school almost getting poor Draco killed. Harry's account of these events in the book was so biased! ;)
Thursday, September 16thThursday afternoon they were out in the castle grounds for Care for Magical Creatures. The subject was taught by this oaf Hagrid, and what was worse they were together with the Gryffindors. Theo didn't like Hagrid. He was stupid and so were his lessons. Most of the time he would make them work up close with dangerous, filthy or stinking creatures – usually they were all three. On top of that it was an open secret that Potter and his friends were Hagrid's favorites. Draco hated it, too.
Today's lesson apparently was how to get maimed by the bunch of dangerous-looking, overgrown half-horse, half-raptor monstrosities Hagrid led towards them. Their talons looked awfully sharp. Everyone crowded backwards and away from the suddenly rather flimsy-looking fence that separated them from the monsters. Theo smirked as he saw even Potter, Weasley and Granger recoiled from the creatures. He and Draco had had the good sense to stay in the back of the group. Everybody nervously watched the creatures. As Hagrid explained, they were called hippogriffs. And they actually were quite dangerous to handle. Though, why Hagrid looked outright euphoric about that fact was beyond Theo.
“Who'll want ter pet one first?”, the giant oaf asked far too happy. The whole class collectively made another step backwards.
But then Potter approached the fence.
“Teacher's pet”, Draco muttered.
Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
“Think he'll get maimed?”, Theo whispered.
“I hope he does”, Draco grinned.
They watched in morbid fascination as Potter hesitantly approached the animal and bowed before it as Hagrid had instructed him to do. Theo grinned. Potter positively looked like he was about to shit his pants.
The hippogriff just angrily stared back at Potter. “Right, back away now, Harry!”, Hagrid said urgently. But then the impossible happened and the monster actually lowered its head and returned Potter's bow. “Well done! Yeh can touch him! Pat his beak!”, Hagrid said, almost ecstatic. Potter probably would have preferred to run away, but he obediently approached the beast. It actually allowed him to touch its beak.
“Recon he migh' let yeh ride him!”, Hagrid roared. Potter didn't seem to think so, but Hagrid just grabbed him, lifted him onto the hippogriff's back and gave the animal a slap on it's hindquarters. Startled, the creature jumped and unfolded its enormous wings. It soared upwards, flying through the air and made a circle around the paddock – Potter clinging to it's neck for his very life. It was completely irresponsible and dangerous, but Theo couldn't help but laugh at Potter's misfortune. Hagrid laughed, too, though not out of schadenfreude like Theo and Draco.
Sadly, the creature and its cargo safely returned to the ground, and Potter shakily slid down from its back. His face was ashen, but all teacher's pet again, he even faked a smile. Theo wouldn't have managed. If it had been him on that creature, he would have shat himself for real.
“Now, all step forward!”, Hagrid bellowed, “remember, bow and don' blink, hippogriffs don' trust yeh if yeh blink too much! If he bows back, yeh're allowed ter touch him. And if he doesn' bow, get away sharpish, 'cause those talons hurt!”
Theo silently groaned and exchanged an anxious look with Draco, but his friend didn't seem worried, he was angry. “Stupid show-off!”, he muttered and marched right at the first hippogriff.
“You're not dangerous at all, are you, you ugly monster?”, he said as he reached for it's beak.
The next second Draco was lying on the ground, screaming, the aggravated creature atop of him, hacking at him. Everybody panicked. Hagrid jumped in front of the hippogriff, trying to get it off of Draco. Theo rushed over to his friend. Draco had a huge gash on his arm and there was lots of blood. So much blood! Theo didn't know what to do. He hardly noticed Granger kneeling down besides him. She pressed a cloth on Draco's wound. “We have to get him to the hospital wing!”, she took control of the situation.
Draco had twisted his ankle in falling and couldn't stand on his own, so Hagrid picked him up and carried him to the castle. Theo ran after them, but Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let him stay with Draco in the hospital wing and send him away. He slowly walked back to the border of the forest where they had had their lesson. The other students had already gone, and there was no sign of the hippogriffs either anymore, very much to Theo's relief. He picked up Draco's and his own stuff, which was still laying on the ground, and made his way back to their dormitories.
Later that evening he returned to the hospital wing to see how Draco was doing. He was greeted by loud shouting even before he had left the stairwell. A very angry Mr. Malfoy was pacing up and down the hospital corridor and arguing with Dumbledore, they were blocking Theo's way. Theo stopped and eyed the agitated men uncomfortably. Madam Pomfrey stood at Dumbledore's side, she looked like she didn't want to be there just as much as Theo. When she saw him, she quickly went over and silently asked: “Come to visit your friend, dear?”
Theo nodded shyly.
“He is all better now, you can go in”, she said.
“Thanks”, Theo muttered and quickly slipped past Dumbledore and Mr. Malfoy, who luckily ignored him.
Draco lay in a bed at the rear end of the hospital wing, he was in his pajamas and a thick bandage covered his right arm. His mom was with him, so Theo waited a few steps away, not wanting to barge in. Draco kept telling his mom that he was fine and that it was just a small cut and a twisted ankle, but Mrs. Malfoy didn't seem to hear him, she kept going on about how he had almost been killed and how irresponsible his teachers were.
Draco looked outright relieved when he saw Theo. “Theo!”, he interrupted his mom's litany and urgently waved Theo closer with his healthy hand. Theo hesitantly got over and greeted Mrs. Malfoy. She smiled at him, then she turned back to Draco. “I'll leave you with your friend. But I'll be right next door with your father if you need anything!” she told him before she left.
“Thank you! I thought she'd never stop”, Draco sighed when she was out of earshot.
Theo grinned and sat down at the foot end of Draco's bed, then he got serious again. “So how are you?”
“I'm fine! Honestly, looks worse than it is. Still hurts a lot, though”, Draco said and proudly showed off his bandaged arm.
“Your dad seemed quite agitated.”
“Yeah. He's gonna get that Hagrid fool sacked.”
“He deserves it”, Theo said, “that was completely irresponsible! Those monsters are dangerous!”
“Mom said they're going to kill the one that attacked me. I hope they do!”, Draco agreed. He paused a moment. “Say, umh, could you ask Madam Pomfrey when I'll be released?”
“I'll ask her when I leave.”
Draco grimaced. “Can you get her now?”
“I think she was speaking to your dad outside”, Theo said. He was a bit scared of Mr. Malfoy when he was angry. More than a bit, actually. Anybody in their right mind would have been.
“Please!”
“What is so urgent about it?”
Draco looked down. “I'm not allowed to leave bed while I'm here...”, he hesitated, “and... and I have to pee.”
“Oh, I'll tell her”, Theo said and got up.
“No!”, Draco stopped him, “just tell her I'm all better and that she should let me get back to the dorms, OK?”
Theo nodded. He knew how embarrassed Draco was about admitting his bodily need even just to him. He got outside. Draco's parents were still arguing with Dumbledore. Theo really didn't want to get into any of that and tried to make eye contact with Madam Pomfrey instead. Luckily, she noticed him standing by the door before anyone else did and came over to him.
“Yes, dear, do you need something?”, she asked.
“Draco wanted to know when he'll be allowed to leave”, Theo said.
“Not before tomorrow, that ankle of his needs time to heal.”
“But he said he feels fine and it doesn't hurt anymore-”
“Your friend needs rest! That's my final word. You can play with him soon enough again.”
Madam Pomfrey was about to turn around, but Theo stopped her. “That's not it! Draco... he... he needs the loo, but he is really embarrassed to ask and so... uh... could you like just... uh...”, he trailed off awkwardly.
Madam Pomfrey smiled understandingly: “Why didn't you say so at once? I'll be right with you.”
Theo hesitantly got back inside where Draco gave him an urgent look. “Did you tell her?”
“She'll be right here”, Theo assured him. In fact, he hadn't even sat back down at Draco's side when Madam Pomfrey entered the room. Draco leaned back sighed, though his relief at her sight was short-lived. “What's that?”, he asked as he saw the strangely-shaped glass bottle in her hand.
“That's a urine bottle. It'll help you relief yourself-”, Madam Pomfrey explained.
“You TOLD her?!”, Draco hissed at Theo in dismay.
“Maybe you could wait outside, dear, while I help your friend-”, Madam Pomfrey said to Theo.
Theo got up, but he didn't move, instead he awkwardly eyed the two. He didn't want to abandon his friend, though he also didn't want to embarrass him even more by his presence.
“Just let me use the loo! My foot feels perfectly fine”, Draco pleaded.
“Mr. Malfoy, your ankle most certainly is not fine! You'll strain it again!”, she insisted, “Just let me help you.”
She tugged at Draco's blanket, but he held onto it like his life depended on it.
“Actually, I don't have to go anymore!”, he said.
“Don't be unreasonable, dear! You can't just suddenly not have to go anymore. Just let me help you!”
“I can't use THAT!”
“I'll show you how to use it.”
“But you're a woman!”
Finally, even Madam Pomfrey seemed to catch on to what his problem was. Softly, she asked: “Do you want me to get your mother to help you instead?”
Draco looked mortified. He pleaded: “Just let me use the loo instead, please!”
“Your ankle-”, Madam Pomfrey started.
“-is perfectly fine!”, Draco interrupted her.
“I could help Draco walk over. He can lean on me”, Theo suggested silently.
Madam Pomfrey grudgingly gave in, though she warned Draco that it was his own fault if he strained himself again. Draco impatiently waited for her to leave. She was hardly out of the door when he already pushed his blanket away and swung his legs out of the bed. He slightly bent over and moaned, holding his abdomen with his healthy hand.
Theo got down besides him to offer his help. He whispered: “You sure you're OK?”
“Of cause I am!”, Draco hissed, quickly withdrawing the hand.
He put his arm around Theo's shoulders and with his help he managed to stand up, though when he tried to put some weight on his injured foot, he doubled over with a pained groan. Hadn't Theo held him, he would have fallen. Theo helped him back up, Draco was crossing his legs and as Theo looked down, he could see a small, wet spot on Draco's crotch that hadn't been there a second ago. He quickly looked away again and pretended he hadn't noticed.
“Perfectly fine, huh?”, he asked sarcastically.
“Just help me, OK?”, Draco replied through clenched teeth.
He leaned heavily on Theo as they slowly made their way over to the loo. Theo headed for the row of urinals, but Draco stopped him. “No”, he said, his eyes pointing at the toilet stalls instead, “can't in front of...”
Theo sighed and helped him hobble over to the cubicles. They both squeezed inside.
“You can do it from here?”, Theo asked.
Draco tried to stand on his own, but the second he put any weight on the injured foot, his face scrunched up in pain and he immediately leaned back on Theo. He fidgeted, tried and failed again, fidgeted some more.
“You have to help me”, he finally admitted. He looked very embarrassed.
Seeing Draco so desperate actually made Theo a bit hard. He kind of wished Draco would loose it and piss himself again right there. He pushed the strange thought away and concentrated on helping his friend. He didn't want to embarrass Draco, what was wrong with him? He carefully guided Draco to stand in front of him, so they were facing each other. Draco held onto his shoulders with his uninjured left hand so Theo had his hands free to pull down Draco's pajama bottoms for him. Draco's face was really close to his, too. Theo forced himself to focus on the task at hand.
“Will you stand still for a second!”, he complained.
Draco did his best to stop squirming. Theo finally got a hold of his pants and managed to pull them off. Then he grabbed Draco again and slowly lowered him down onto the bowl. Draco whimpered and desperately pressed his legs together as his bare behind touched the cold porcelain. He gave Theo a pained look.
“I'll wait outside”, Theo said quickly. He slipped out of the cubicle without another word and pulled the door shut behind him. Since he was on the outside, he couldn't lock the door and had to hold it in place. He listened. For a while there was only Draco's strained breathing as he tried to relax. Then he heard a trickle. A second later the trickle became a hissing stream and Draco had to stifle a moan. So had Theo. He closed his eyes and listened at the door. Man, Draco was peeing a lot, how long had he been holding it? Just hearing Draco relieve himself gave him even more of a boner. He wished he could watch him piss, but he didn't want to make this even more awkward for Draco nor himself, so he just silently waited for Draco to finish.
When Draco was done, he called Theo back in and they went through the same procedure in reverse. First Theo lifted Draco up from the toilet, then he pulled up his pants for him while Draco leaned on him. Draco motioned him to help him walk back, but Theo stopped him. “Wait!”, he said and quickly got out his wand. He pointed it at the wet spot on Draco's pants and cast a cleaning charm on it. He smiled at Draco as he put the wand away again. Draco's face went completely red, but he returned a shy smile.
Theo helped his friend wash his hand, and walked him back to his bed. “Thank you”, Draco whispered as he lay back down.
Before Theo left, Draco asked him to bring him his wand. Theo asked what Draco thought he would need it for, but Draco just insisted that he absolutely had to have it. He almost got hysterical about it when Theo said he didn't want to walk all the way again just to fetch him his stupid wand. Theo really didn't get what was so important about it, but in the end he did Draco the favor and got the thing from their dorm where he had put it together with Draco's other school stuff. When he returned, Draco immediately snatched it from his hands. He looked very relieved as he put it under his pillow. Maybe he just felt saver with it. After what Draco had gone through today, Theo kind of could relate.
“Hey, don't stash that there!”, he joked, “didn't you listen in Defense? You'll have a nightmare, grab it in your sleep and accidentally blow off your own head!”
“Sure”, Draco chuckled.
They wished each other a good night and Theo returned to the dorms. |
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The next two chapters are rather short, so here are both at once:
Friday, September 17thDraco woke up in a wet bed like every morning and his bladder felt awfully full. As he opened his eyes, he saw that it wasn't his bed but he was in a room unfamiliar to him. For a second he panicked, then he remembered. His arm! He was in the hospital wing. He sighed and calmed down a little again. But he was still wet and he had to pee quite badly.
Just then he heard steps approaching and he quickly lay back down and pretended to be sleeping. His full bladder decided to twinge just then and Draco grimaced but he managed to stay still. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Madam Pomfrey walk past.
When she was gone, Draco reached under his pillow. He sighed in relief as his fingers found the wand and closed around it. He pulled it out, took another look in the direction Madam Pomfrey had disappeared to, then he hastily waved the wand over his bed and whispered the incantation of a cleaning spell. He had to try a few times because he wasn't used to hold the wand in his left hand and the spell fizzled.
Finally he managed to do the wand movement right and he felt the tickling sensation of the charm run down his body, cleaning away his mess, but also jerking his bladder, making it spasm fiercely in protest. Draco felt a tiny dribble escape and he desperately pressed his legs together to stop the flow.
When he thought it save to move again, he pushed his blanket away, sat up and swung his legs out of the bed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then he tried to get up and put some weight on his injured foot. It still hurt, but the foot carried his weight.
As quickly as his hurt ankle allowed him to, he hobbled over to the loo. Once inside, he looked around to made sure he was alone, then he entered the first cubicle. He pulled close and locked the door with some difficulty, he wasn't used to do things with just his off-hand. Then he opened the toilet lid and pulled at his pajama bottoms. Everything seemed so fiddly with just the one hand. He finally got his member free from his pants and aimed it at the bowl not a moment too early, for he felt his floodgates give way. With a relieved moan he started wetting. It didn't matter how wet his bed was, he always had to go bad when he woke up in the morning. When his bladder finally had emptied, he flushed the toilet and got over to the sink to wash his hand.
On his way back he ran into Madam Pomfrey. She wasn't happy he had gotten up on his own, but seeing how he was standing on it and not screaming in pain, she agreed that his ankle seemed better. She still made him sit down on his bed to check his arm and changed his bandage. The deep gash was gone and only a thin line of new, pink skin showed where it had been, but Madam Pomfrey insisted on putting a new bandage on him. At least she allowed Draco to return to his dorm after breakfast – though he wasn't to strain the arm and he would have to stop by the hospital wing in the evening so Madam Pomfrey could check on his bandage. And he wasn't to return to classes till the next week either. Draco didn't object to that at least.
Friday, September 24thToday Draco had had his first Quidditch practice since his injury. That stupid nurse had insisted he wore a bandage and not use his arm the whole week. They even had had to reschedule their match against Gryffindor the following weekend because of him, even though he had so been looking forward to finally show Potter his place. Now the Gryffindors were playing against Hufflepuff instead.
When Draco came from the showers, Theo was already dressed and waiting for him in the locker room. Draco hurriedly slipped on his clothes as well and grabbed his Quidditch stuff. He didn't want to make Theo wait too long plus he kind of had to pee and he wanted to get back to their dorms quickly. They had made a habit of walking to the castle together after practice and Draco enjoyed the opportunity to talk to Theo.
While they walked, Draco excitedly recounted the training session, he really had missed Quidditch and flying on his broom and just playing with his friends again. He was really looking forward to winning the Quidditch cup for Slytherin this year, too – Theo and he both were sure they would. So they were talking animatedly and Draco didn't really pay much attention to where they were headed until they had already passed the first trees. Theo had led them down a path towards the forbidden forest instead of a directer way back to the castle. Draco started to wonder where his friend was even going and was about to ask when Theo sat down in a small grove and motioned for Draco to join him.
Draco sat down next to him and leaned on a tree, just then he felt an angry nudge from his bladder. He really had to take a leak soon, but he ignored it for now, after all he could just slip away for a moment to use the loo at their dorms before dinner once they were back at the castle. Theo moved closer to share some chocolate frogs with him, and as they continued to talk Draco soon forgot about his need again.
“Aww, Dippet”, Theo said, disappointed, and showed Draco his collectible card.
“Eww! I got Godric Gryffindor!”, Draco replied in fake horror.
They both laughed. While they ate, Theo inched closer and leaned against Draco's shoulder. Draco didn't really mind. Soon after they were done eating, Draco's bladder twitched again, demanding his immediate attention. He tried to get up, but Theo stopped him.
“Hey, where are you going?”, he asked.
“Nowhere”, Draco muttered and tried to wiggle away, but Theo grabbed his arm and dragged him back down. They playfully wrestled and Draco ended up on his back, Theo pinning him down.
“Where were you going?”, he repeated.
“I gotta take a piss, OK?”, Draco admitted, a bit embarrassed.
Theo laughed.
“Come on, get off me! I really gotta go, I've been holding it all though practice!”, Draco groaned.
Theo eyed him, amused. “Why didn't you just go in the showers if it is that urgent?”
“What?! In front of everyone?”, Draco gasped. The mere thought was mortifying.
Theo grinned: “I did. No one ever notices a thing.”
Draco stared at him, speechless, then he, too, started laughing, shaking his head.
“Draco? You ever kissed before?”, Theo abruptly changed the subject.
“Like a girl?”, Draco asked.
“Yeah! Of... of cause a girl! Who else?!”, Theo hurriedly agreed, blushing a little.
“No”, Draco admitted cautiously.
“Me neither”, Theo said. He hesitated a moment, then he asked: “Wanna practice?”
“Practice?”, Draco laughed. He froze as suddenly Theo bowed down and kissed him on his lips. Draco immediately pushed him away.
“Sorry! I thought you were... I was just...”, Theo stammered, his face red with embarrassment.
“You just surprised me”, Draco muttered, feeling himself blush as well. He uneasily looked away from Theo and for a moment there was awkward silence between them. Then Draco pushed Theo to the side. “I really gotta pee, get off me already!”
He scrambled over behind a nearby tree and undid his pants. Theo grinned as he heard Draco's relieved moan and his forceful stream hit the bark. He secretly peered over, but Draco was hidden behind the tree trunk. He quickly turned his back when he heard him finish.
After Draco was done with his business, he got back over and sat down again, but he kept a small distance away from Theo. They exchanged an awkward look.
“So... you like girls then?”, Theo finally asked.
“Don't you?”, Draco avoided the question by asking one of his own.
Theo eyed him queasily. He confessed: “Not really.”
“You're into guys?”, Draco asked. Theo nodded. Draco fell silent, thinking about that.
“So, do you?”, Theo asked.
“What?”
“Like girls?”
“I'm not sure”, Draco admitted, “everybody assumes you know such stuff about yourself. I don't. I... I mean, you haven't been with a girl before, either, right? So how do you even know you like guys better?”
“I just do.”
“Well, I don't!”, Draco said stubbornly.
They both fell silent for a while. Finally, Draco spoke up again: “So when you kissed me, that wasn't just practice?”
“I'm sorry! I don't know what... why I did... I felt... I wanted-”, Theo stammered.
Draco asked: “Wanna practice some more?” |
Friday, October 1st
Draco really had to pee. He hadn't gone to the loo since before lunch as the bathroom across the great hall had been crowded. Then, after Defense Against the Dark Arts Theo had dragged him off to the library. So he was literally bursting when he finally had managed to get away from everyone. He usually didn't stray into this part of the castle – the hallways were infected with Gryffindors, as their dorms were right around the corner – and he certainly wouldn't have thought of using one of the loos here under normal circumstances. One never knew what nasty Mudblood disease one might catch in there.
But circumstances weren't normal and right now the bathroom sign Draco had spotted seemed like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. With what little dignity he still could muster, he fast-walked over. He didn't care if anyone saw him enter. Once inside, he suddenly found himself face to face with Potter and Weasley, the later had just finished at the urinal while the other was washing his hands. Draco stopped dead in his tracks. The two were equally surprised at his sudden entry, but they got over it first. They both reached for their wands.
“Who have we here?”, Potter asked, an evil grin sneaking on his face, “running around with a bandage for a full week and whining to your dad to get Hagrid into trouble! And we haven't yet thanked you for that detention with Snape either...”
“Yeah, he made us scrape flobberworm mucus off the desks for three hours”, Weasley added.
Draco tried to get at his own wand, but Potter pointed his directly at Draco's nose and warned: “Do try!”
Draco slowly moved the hand away from his pocket again.
“Your goons not with you?”, Weasley asked, though it was more of an observation. He grinned evilly.
“What are you doing here?”, Potter demanded.
“Loo. I... I was just...”, Draco trailed off, his eyes wandering over to the row of toilets.
“This is Gryffindor territory”, the Weasel mused.
Draco's bladder spasmed and he flinched. “Just let me use the toilet and I'll be gone right away!”
“Didn't you listen? You can't use this bathroom!”, Potter said.
“Yeah. You're not allowed in here!”, Weasley grinned.
Draco grimaced. “Come on, Please!”
“No.”
“Are you deaf?”
The two snickered.
Draco groaned as he felt another twinge in his lower abdomen. He knew he couldn't make it to another bathroom in time, but he still turned around. He didn't even get to make a single step.
“Locomotor Mortis!”, Potter screamed behind his back and he felt his legs freeze together.
Potter and Weasley strode around him and positioned themselves between him and the door.
“Where do you think you are going?”, Potter inquired.
The Weasel agreed: “Yeah, you haven't apologized for trespassing yet!”
He raised his wand to torture Draco with a tickling hex. Draco bend over laughing. To his horror, a few squirts of pee escaped him and he desperately grabbed himself. His briefs felt really damp, he only hoped nothing showed on his trousers yet. “Please”, he begged, “I really gotta wee!”
The two just laughed even more at his choice of words. He felt his face go red with embarrassment. Weasley cast another tickling hex and Draco fell to his knees, shaking with laughter. He lost another squirt, much bigger this time. He cried for them to stop, they just sneered at him. His bladder spasmed and suddenly he just couldn't hold it any more and it all flooded out of him. Draco started crying. He sobbed and laughed as he soaked his pants right in front of his two enemies.
* * *
Ron laughed even harder when he saw that Malfoy really was wetting himself. He gloated: “Malfoy is a baby! What will your friends say when they learn you still wet your pants?”
Harry was laughing, too, until he realized Malfoy had started to cry. He eyed Ron, but his friend didn't even think of lifting the hex.
“Stop it already, he's had enough”, Harry whispered softly.
Ron looked at him, confused, but he lowered his wand.
“I can't wait to tell Fred and George! The whole school will laugh at you, Malfoy!”, he laughed, “you coming, Harry?”
Still snickering, he turned around and walked out.
Harry gave Malfoy another look, the blonde boy was kneeling in front of him in a puddle of his own pee and was sobbing quietly. Malfoy stared back at him, his tear-filled eyes burning in humiliation and anger. Harry actually felt a bit bad about himself, he hadn't intended to go this far. For a second he thought of apologizing, but then he just quickly lifted the leg-lock curse from Malfoy, and without another word turned around and ran after Ron.
He caught up to him at the entrance to the great hall. Ron was headed straight for the Gryffindor table where his brothers sat.
“Ron!”, Harry stopped him, “don't tell them, OK?”
“What? Why?”
“I kind of feel bad for him”, Harry admitted.
“You can't be serious!”, Ron spluttered, “that pile of dragon shit deserved it!”
“Just keep it to yourself, OK?”
“Who deserved what?”, Hermione, who had walked over to them, asked.
“We accidentally ran into Malfoy in the loo, we just wanted to mess with him a bit to get back at him-”, Harry said.
“He totally pissed himself! For real!”, Ron interrupted.
“You made him wet his pants?”, Hermione asked, taken aback.
“We didn't mean to”, Harry said.
“It was great!”, Ron grinned.
“Ronald Bilius Weasley, you should be ashamed of yourself!”, Hermione shot him down, “both of you! You're turning into the same kind of bully as Malfoy!” |
Thanks, glad you like it!
Again, a short chapter, so I'll post two at once.
Friday, October 29thDraco had been burning for revenge all month, but there had never been an opportunity. Until one afternoon just after Quidditch practice he almost ran into Potter when he turned a corner in the hallway. They both were equally surprised, but this time Draco moved first. He instinctively reached for his wand. There was no one else around, this was his chance! Without thinking, he cast the first offensive spell that came to his mind.
“Serpensortia!”, he cried and a huge snake plopped out of the tip of his wand. With an angry hiss, it immediately started moving towards Potter.
Potter stumbled backwards, fumbling for his wand, failing to cast some spell to protect himself or to dispel the creature. Draco watched with a gleeful smile. Until Potter opened his mouth, that was. Potter hissed an angry command at the snake. Idiot! What had he been thinking! Never set a snake on a parselmouth!
The snake stopped and turned around, now slithering towards Draco even faster. He tried to remember the counter spell to dispel it, but in his panic he couldn't. Now it was he who staggered back and fell flat on his arse, he tried to crawl backwards, away from the angry teeth. The creature didn't attack, it just hovered in front of him, waiting. Potter casually walked over to gloat at him.
* * *
“Run, little Slytherin”, Harry taunted, “before you piss your pants again!”
He immediately regretted his words as he saw the expression on Malfoy's face, but before he could say another thing, Draco had already turned and ran away, crying with embarrassment and newly rekindled anger.
Harry gave the snake a sheepish look.
“I didn't mean to say that”, he told it.
It just looked back at him without emotion.
Harry didn't know how to dispel the creature nor how long its magic would last on its own.
“Don't do anything bad! And don't harm anyone!”, he instructed it before he, too, turned around and left.
Saturday, October 30thDraco had been keeping to himself all day. He was still angry at himself for his stupidity, at Potter for embarrassing him yet again and at the world in general for being a terrible place and he just didn't want to see anyone. He had been hiding behind a stack of books in the furthest corner of the library all morning, brooding over his misfortune. Even Theo had finally given up and left him alone.
Draco hadn't eaten lunch, he didn't feel hungry. He skimmed through a book on medical potions without really reading any of it, nervously bumping his leg up and down. He hadn't gotten done more than the introduction for his essay either. Angrily, he pushed the book to the side. He started to scissor his legs, he had to piss bad. He couldn't even concentrate on being angry and miserable anymore. Dragon dung! With a silent curse, he got up.
On his way out of the library he saw Granger. Working hard as always, playing the model student, like she actually believed she could become a real wizard. When he went past her table, he accidentally on purpose toppled over her books.
“Oh, sorry, Mudblood!”, he grinned.
She shot him an angry glance, but then she just silently picked up the books and continued her work. The fact that she ignored him dampened Draco's mood even more. Filthy Mudblood! He was about to turn back to her, but an angry twinge in his lower abdomen reminded him of the more important business he had to attend to right now. He quickly left the library and hurried over to the bathroom across the hallway.
He had just stepped through the door and was about to run into the first stall, as a heavy hand fell on his shoulders. Draco hadn't really paid attention to the two older boys who had been heading for the loo as well. He had just figured he would wait inside his stall until they had finished their business and left again. The hand that had grabbed his shoulder forced him to turn around, it belonged to one of the Weasley twins. Like always, his brother was with him.
“Hello, Malfoy! We wanted to have a quick word with you”, Fred or George – Draco couldn't tell the two apart for his life – began.
“Let go of me!”, Draco demanded, trying to squirm out of the older boy's grip.
They didn't seem to hear him. The other brother said: “About Harry.”
“And a snake”, the first added.
“You see, we don't like people attacking our friends”, the second finished.
When the twins pulled their wands from their pocket, Draco immediately reached for his own, but he didn't even get to touch it before the brothers had already immobilized him with a full body-bind curse. Draco's limbs snapped together and he felt himself fall backwards. He hit the cubicle and slid down its wall, until he came to rest leaning on it, laying on his side. He was stiff as a board, couldn't even speak or call for help, only his eyes were free to move. He fearfully looked up at his two assailants.
The closer one bent down and, with a friendly smile, said: “We'll just leave you with a warning this time.”
“Don't mess with our friends!”, the other added.
With that, they turned around and just left Draco there. Draco wanted to call after them, to cry for help, but his lips wouldn't move and no sound escaped his mouth. He panicky looked around, though there was no one else there. He tried to move his fingers, to reach for his wand, but not a single muscle in his body would obey his will.
And he had to piss so bad!
There was nothing he could do but wait for someone to find him. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. No one came. Draco's stomach felt bloated, his bladder hurt so bad! The cold of the stone floor made him have to go even worse. His bladder spasmed and a small squirt dampened his briefs. He wanted to grab himself so badly, but he couldn't move. Please! Someone come in! He felt a longer squirt escape, and then another one.
His bladder gave another spasm and this time he couldn't stop it anymore. He felt the hot pee flood his pants and pooling around him. His view became hazy as tears filled his eyes and he silently began to cry. He couldn't even make a sound.
* * *
Theo had felt bad for Draco all day, but only after Draco hadn't shown up for lunch, had he started to worry for real. He decided to go search for him. Draco wasn't in the dorm, nor any of their usual spots. Theo went to the library to check if maybe Draco was still there, but no such luck. Theo even went all the way to the Quidditch pitch and he almost got himself caught by Mr. Filch when he sneaked into the unused part of the dungeons Draco and he once had explored together. No Draco.
At a loss where else to look, Theo returned to the library and went over to the table all the way in the back where his friend liked to hide. A half-finished potions essay in Draco's handwriting lay on the table, but no Draco. He looked around, but he couldn't see Draco anywhere. Where could he have disappeared to?
The only other person there at a Saturday was Granger, working busily on some homework, no doubt. The two of them sat next to each other in Muggle studies – certainly not a seating arrangement either of them would have chosen, but he was the only Slytherin in the course and she had been late for the first lesson, so he kind of had ended up stuck with her. They hadn't exactly grown to like each other, but they were at least on speaking terms. So it was stupid not to ask her. Even if Theo was a tiny bit scared of her.
He went over.
“Hello, Granger, sorry-”, he said.
“What?”, she hissed, angry.
Scaaary.
“Umh, have you seen Draco-?”
“NO.”
Theo eyed her uncomfortably. “It's important. His stuff is still here, he should be-”
“That jerk left some time ago!”
“Did you see where he went?”
“No.”
Now Theo truly started to get worried. “You really didn't see?”
Granger looked up at him and Theo half expected her to blow up at him again. Somehow today everybody seemed to be in an ill temper. But when she saw his face she just sighed: “I don't know. Maybe he went to the bathroom or something.”
“Well, thanks anyways!”, Theo told her.
Theo left the library again and looked down the hallway in both directions. He doubted Draco really was just on the loo, or he would already have been back. Granger had said he had left some time ago, too. But there was no harm in checking at least. So he went over to the boy's room right across the hallway.
When he entered, he immediately saw Draco. He was sprawled awkwardly on the floor, laying in a huge, clear puddle, and he wasn't moving. Theo immediately rushed over to him and knelt down besides his friend. The way Draco's trousers were soaked gave Theo a good idea what kind of liquid the puddle was, but right then he didn't care he got Draco's piss all over his own pants and robe. “Draco!”, he cried, “are you OK?” Draco still didn't move, but tears were running down his cheeks and his eyes were alive and followed Theo. Theo realized what must be wrong with Draco and got out his wand. The second he lifted the curse Draco started sobbing uncontrollably.
Theo was so relieved that nothing worse had happened to Draco, he pulled him over and hugged him dearly. He softly petted Draco's hair and let him cry on his shoulder. Interrupted by sobs, Draco told him what had happened. When he finally had calmed down, Theo cast cleaning spells on them both. Then he gently helped Draco over to the sinks and washed his face.
“All better?”, Theo asked.
Draco nodded, even though he looked like he was about to start crying again any second.
“Wanna go to our room?”
Draco weakly nodded again. He allowed Theo to lead him to their dorm. Once there, Theo sat him down on his bed, then he returned to the library to get Draco's stuff.
That night, he heard Draco cry himself to sleep. Theo felt so terrible for him, but he didn't know what to do. He couldn't go over to console him, not with Crabbe and Goyle in the same room. The next day was Hallowe'en – and their first visit to Hogsmeade. Theo knew that Draco had really been looking forward to that. He resolved he wouldn't let Potter or any of those other assholes ruin that day for them. He would use the trip to cheer Draco up and make it special! |
Sorry for the wait, but since it was almost Hallowe'en anyways, I thought this would be the most fitting date to post the next chapter.
I hope you enjoy!
Sunday, October 31stThe next day Theo woke up at five in the morning. He was too excited about the Hogsmeade trip to get back to sleep, but it was too early to get up either, so for a while he just listened to the other boys in their sleep. Draco was breathing calmly, he must have fallen asleep at some point after all. Theo hoped his friend would feel better in the morning. On his other side, Goyle snorted and lazily turned around in his bed. There was also the gentle sound of the lake swashing against the window across his bed, Theo was so used to it, he hardly heard it anymore. He sat up and stared out into the dark water, sometimes he thought he could almost see something big move behind the glass. The sight took some getting used to, in his first month at Hogwarts he had actually been a bit scared of what might hide out in the darkness of the lake at night.
Goyle stirred and sat up with a yawn.
“Morning”, Theo said and stifled a yawn of his own.
Goyle grunted – which was his way of wishing Theo a good morning as well – and got up. He scratched his ass, yawned again, and lazily walked over to the door to vanish in the direction of the washroom. Other kids were rising early today as well, Theo could hear faint voices and silent steps as the first few walked about on the corridor outside. Seemed like he wasn't the only one excited about their Hogsmeade excursion after all. Soon Crabbe got up as well.
“Morning”, Theo said again.
Crabbe didn't bother to answer and went over to Draco.
“No, leave him be!”, Theo stopped him. It was still early and after last night he thought Draco might need the sleep.
Crabbe grunted dissatisfied – Theo suspected it was some kind of special idiot dialect only Crabbe and Goyle spoke – but he left Draco in peace.
Theo decided to get up as well and quickly take a shower as long as most of the other boys were still in bed and he would have some privacy. He didn't mind being naked in front of the other kids, after all in the showers they all were. It was just as of lately he had this problem, he sometimes got hard when he wasn't careful where he looked with the other guys. Especially with Draco. It happened to other boys as well, but it was still embarrassing.
Crabbe was the only one in the showers when Theo entered the washroom. He joined him and made sure to look the other way. Crabbe and Goyle were among those who would tease him relentlessly about it if it happened. Besides, Crabbe wasn't exactly a sight he craved. Blaise Zabini, who just happened to walk in at that moment, on the other hand... Theo couldn't help but take a quick peek as Blaise shed his pajamas and stepped under the showers with them. He could feel his member swell and he quickly looked the other way, rinsed off and grabbed a towel to hide his beginning erection.
Crabbe had already toweled off and walked past him out of the washroom, leaving Theo alone in there with Blaise. Theo secretly eyed the cute boy again and for a second Blaise's brown eyes met with his. Theo blushed and immediately turned away. He almost ran from the washroom and didn't stop either before he was back in the safety of their bedroom. Crabbe and Goyle gave him funny looks as he burst in, but he ignored them and, more dignified, walked over to his bed. He put on his school uniform – he made sure he turned his back to them so they wouldn't see his erection and tease him for it – then he waited for the two to leave before he went over to Draco.
“You awake?”, he whispered.
“Mhmm”, Draco said and turned away from him.
“Come on, it's almost time for breakfast!”, Theo said.
“Go away!”, Draco muttered.
Instead, Theo went around Draco's bed so he was facing him again. “Get up, sleepyhead! You're gonna be late for Hogsmeade!”
Draco turned the other way once more. “I'm not going.”
“Hey”, Theo said and softly shook Draco's shoulder.
“Leave me alone!”
Theo sighed. “Come on, you can sleep in another day!”
“Go away! I'm not going!”
But Theo wouldn't have that. He grabbed Draco's blanket and with one swift motion yanked it away. “Get up you lazy sod! You can pity yourself another day! We're already late for breakf-”, Theo stumbled over his own words and just stared down at Draco, speechless, stupidly holding up the blanket. Draco's bed was completely wet and his pajamas were drenched, too. he looked back at Theo in horror and futilely tried to cover the wetness of his crotch with his hands. Then Draco started to cry.
Theo was completely stumped, he didn't know what to do, he just felt completely horrible about himself. The worst part was that he could feel his member go completely stiff, which in his mind made him the most abhorrent person on the planet. That was the reason why Draco hadn't wanted to get up? Oh, dragon dung! And Theo had stepped right into it. He had wanted this to be a good day for Draco and he had already ruined it!
He dropped the stupid blanket, rushed over and knelt down besides Draco. “It's OK! It's OK!”, Theo told him and just hugged him. Draco pressed his face to his chest and sobbed, and Theo whispered again: “It's OK, it's gonna be OK.”
He held Draco until blonde boy stopped sniveling and calmed down a little, and Theo finally got a moment to think. “Right”, he said, “don't worry, I'll fix this! I'll just get my wand and I'll cast a cleaning charm on you and nobody will be the wiser!”
“I can do that myself!”, Draco snapped at him in a sudden flash of anger.
Theo watched sheepishly as Draco grabbed his own wand, waved it over his bed and muttered the incantation. The spell ran down the length of his body and vanished all wetness, leaving bed and pajamas suddenly dry again. Draco snatched his blanket from the floor and took care of the damp spot on it with another charm. Then he faced Theo and asked darkly: “You done gloating?”
“I... I wasn't... I didn't-”, Theo said.
Draco cut him off: “Go ahead! Tell everyone!” Suddenly, he looked like he was about to burst into tears again.
“Of cause I won't!”, Theo told him. He hesitated a moment, then he added: “You coming? We have to hurry or we won't get any breakfast before we have to leave for Hogsmeade.”
Draco sat down on his bedside and looked at the floor. He silently asked: “You still want me to come? Honestly?”
“If you're not going, I'm staying as well!”, Theo told him, determined.
Draco eyed him uncertainly, but apparently Theo passed his examination. “Hogsmeade it is then?”, Draco decided and for the first time that day, a tiny smile crept on his face. “I'll be just a minute!”, he told Theo, got up and ran to the washroom. Theo looked after him and grinned.
Then he eyed Draco's bed again. He touched the mattress where Draco had lain, sadly it felt all dry now, of cause, though some of Draco's warmth still lingered. He bowed down and buried his face in the bedding, inhaling deeply, but he couldn't smell any traces of pee anymore either.
A sound from the door startled Theo and he jumped up just as Goyle walked in. Theo stared at him like a deer caught in the headlight of a nearing car, but Goyle didn't take any special notice of him. He just went over to the nightstand next to his bed, fished his Hogsmeade permission slip from the drawer, and walked back out. Only when Goyle had left, Theo realized that he had been holding his breath the whole time. He slowly exhaled. Merlin's pants! What had he been doing? What the fuck was wrong with him?
Draco returned just wearing a towel around his waist and got his clothes. He made sure not to put them on the bed. Theo sneaked a peak while Draco dressed, and he got a nice sideways view of the cute, little bush of blond hair Draco sprouted down there. He hastily looked away as Draco turned to face him. It was stupid really, Draco already knew Theo had a crush on him. And he was cool with it! He kinda had given Theo mixed signals as to how much he returned those feelings, but Draco hadn't stopped hanging out with him and he still used the shower and changed his clothes in front of him like before – that meant he was cool with it, right? If Draco flounced around him naked all the time, he couldn't expect Theo not to look! Theo was just really embarrassed and confused right now by how much the sight of Draco lying in that wet bed had turned him on.
“You coming for breakfast?”, Draco interrupted his thoughts.
“Y-yeah!”, Theo said and got up without looking his friend into the eyes. He quickly closed his robe so it would hide his erection, then he followed Draco. When they entered the Great Hall, most other students were already seated and eating. Draco and Theo had hardly grabbed a quick snack and some pumpkin juice for breakfast, when Professor McGonagall already got up from the teacher's table and announced that the students who were going to visit Hogsmeade were to assemble in the yard. The two to hurriedly finished their meal and followed their teacher.
A big crowd of students had already assembled outside, and McGonagall inspected each one's permission slip. Draco and Theo showed her theirs. The third years who would be visiting the village for the first time were supposed to walk there as a group, so they had to wait for everyone to get sorted and have their permission checked.
They had been among the last, so Theo wondered what was taking McGonagall so long. He looked over to the Professor and saw that Potter was talking to her, and he seemed more and more agitated. Theo elbowed Draco and pointed the two out to his friend. They stepped closer to eavesdrop.
Potter had no signed permission! Theo immediately started to grin as he heard. At this point of their conversation Potter was literally begging his teacher to let him go, but McGonagall brushed him off. He looked so disappointed when he turned back to the castle!
“Not going to the village, Potter? Too afraid of the Dementors?”, Theo asked with fake concern as the boy passed them.
Draco snickered. Potter just stared back at them emptily, but Theo had reached his goal. He had made Draco laugh and that was all that counted for him today.
* * *
Draco felt a little better after he had seen Potter's face, and a little bit of Theo's enthusiasm caught on to him. Theo was so excited, he hadn't stopped talking for even a second since they had stepped out of the castle gate. What shops there were in Hogsmeade, what places they had to go, where they should go first, what sweets he was going to buy... Draco sighed. He couldn't believe that Theo still wanted to hang out with a baby like him.
“What, you don't like peppermint toads?”, Theo asked, confusing the sigh for an answer to his question about the sweets they should buy.
“We can get a few, I guess. If we must”, Draco muttered, grimacing. Now that he thought about them, he actually hated the things. They kept on hopping around in your stomach after you had eaten them, and they always made him feel like he was gonna barf.
Theo agreed: “Cool, and we just have to get a whole bunch of every flavor beans!”
Draco grinned. Yeah, those he liked. Well, they were horrible actually, at least some of them. But they were the coolest! Especially if you were with friends and everybody took turns eating one as a dare.
So, not surprising, their first stop once they were in Hogsmeade was Honeydukes and they intended to buy so many sweets they would get sick from eating them all. Honeydukes sold all possible kinds of sweets and candy, and most of the impossible kinds as well. Chocolate wands and cauldrons and frogs, skeletons made from sugar, skeleton made from chocolate, bonbons that exploded, toffees that would make you float, toffees that would make you breathe fire, lollipops that looked like mice, lollipops that tasted like blood and lollipops that would burn a hole into your tongue. A lot of other students and even Professor McGonagall had been drawn to the shop as well. Draco hadn't taken the Professor for the sweets-type, he didn't think dragons liked sweets.
Professor McGonagall bought a box of chocolate cauldrons and a mice pop for the way. Draco had had a chocolate cauldron once, at a party his parents had given for the minister, they were filled with firewiskey and they tasted horrible. At least Draco thought so, his father and the minister had laughed at his comment.
He and Theo browsed the shop for some less dangerous chocolates, and argued what else they should get. Theo immediately snatched up a big pack of peppermint toads. “For both of us”, he said. Draco grimaced and chose some ice mice for himself and a sugar quill for each of them.
“Want some salt water taffies, too?”, Theo asked.
“Sure”, Draco agreed. They were really nice and sweet, and quite popular. Draco liked them, too, though he wasn't too fond of how thirsty the taffies always made him – hence the name. Theo filled two big bags and handed Draco one of them.
When they left Honeydukes, they both had their pockets filled with sweets and each had a big cone of ice cream in their hands – and a whole lot less of their pocket money. It was completely sensible, though. After all, it would be weeks before they could buy more. The previous years Draco's mom had send him an owl with sweets almost every day, but it had become embarrassing, he was too old to receive sweets from mommy like that! So he had told her to stop. He somewhat regretted that decision, though. Not even because of the sweets, it just had been nice to see his mom thought of him every day and that she missed him.
While they ate their ice cream and walked down the street to look at the shop windows, Draco's bladder gave him a gentle nudge, reminding him that it was starting to get full. In their hurry to assemble for Hogsmeade, he didn't have the time to visit the loo after breakfast. Draco kind of regretted getting such a big ice cream now. It wasn't really urgent, though, and they just had arrived and still so much to explore. He decided to ignore his need for now and soon forgot about it completely again.
He and Theo restocked on potion ingredients for class at the local apothecary. Then they longingly inspected the merchandise at the cauldron shop next door. They both wished they could get one of those self-stirring cauldrons that were one sale, but of cause Professor Snape didn't allow them in his lessons.
A big crowd of students had gathered outside Spintwitches, and the two went over to see what that commotion was about. They had to push through a bunch of other boys to even get a glimpse at the window.
“They have a Firebolt!”, Theo muttered, awed.
Draco just nodded and stared at the magnificent broom. He had first seen a Firebolt in Diagon Alley in London. The handle was finest ebony wood, this one had twigs of hazel, but they also came in birch for better acceleration but less precision in turning, and the metal parts were highest-quality goblin-made ironworks. Each Firebolt was custom build and had it's own registration number.
“It's the best broom in the world!”, an excited Hufflepuff girl told a classmate.
“The Irish team uses them!”, her friend said importantly.
“I so wished my dad would get me one for Christmas!”, Draco whispered.
“You're getting one?”, Theo spluttered.
Draco sighed. “No way. Not after he got Nimbus 2001s for the entire team last year.”
“Thanks for that, by the way”, Theo grinned and patted Draco on the shoulder, “ah, come on, you've still got one of the best brooms in the world!”
They looked at the Firebolt some more, until they were rudely shoved aside by a bunch of older Ravenclaw kids.
“Jerks!”, Draco called them and one flipped him the bird.
Draco was about to get out his wand, but Theo grabbed his arm. “Come on, let's go!”, he said as he dragged Draco away.
Next they went to Zonko's Joke Shop. A few weeks ago some student had dropped a dungbomb in the potions classroom during the lesson before theirs – reports to the fate of the culprit varied, either Professor Snape kept his dead body in his study or he had only been given detention till the end of his life – but the dungbomb had proven effective not only to cut short the previous class, but theirs had been canceled entirely as well. So they definitely were going to stock up on those. They had to get some firecrackers as well. Draco found a soap that dyed your hands black, while Theo spotted one that released a few dozen frogs when it got wet. They couldn't agree which would make the better addition to the girl's bathroom in their dorm, so they compromised and bought both.
Their pockets now filled to the brim with both sweets and joke articles, Theo and Draco went to look at the displays of the remaining shops and explore the village some more. Theo shared some of his salt water taffies with Draco. At Dervish and Banges they looked at the different magical contraptions and Draco got an auto-answer quill as a birthday present for Goyle while Theo bought himself a new set of exploding snap cards.
At the Shrieking Shack they ran into Granger and the Weasel gawking at the decaying haunted house.
“Looking to buy some real estate, Weasley? Bet you'd love to have a bedroom of your own”, Draco grinned.
Theo agreed: “Heard your family is sleeping all in the same room, isn't that so?”
Weasley was about to jump at them, but sadly that meddling Granger stopped him. Disappointed, Draco let go of his wand he had secretly grabbed in his pocket.
“Just ignore those idiots!”, Granger said, “you jerks leave Ron alone!”
“Yeah, run with your tail between your legs!”, Draco laughed, “are you so afraid you hide behind a Mudblood girl?”
Weasley's face went red and this time he would really have leaped at Draco, hadn't Granger seized both his arms. Draco had gotten out his wand, pointing it at them. He laughed.
“Let's go!”, Granger hissed at the Weasel, urgently.
Draco and Theo laughed as she dragged the fuming boy away. “Have you seen his face?”, Draco snorted. Theo grinned: “Yeah, that was fun.”
They decided to turn back towards the village center and Theo shared another round of salt water taffies with Draco while he let them down a side road towards High Street. The huge ice cream from before was making its way through Draco and he started to really feet like he needed the loo soon. Sucking on the taffy, instead he said: “Man, I'm thirsty.”
“Me, too. Wanna get a hot chocolate?”, Theo concurred and pointed at a café a few houses ahead.
Draco eyed the tea shop warily. “Madam Puddifoot's”, it read in pink letters atop the equally pink window and door. The place looked a bit girlish. “I dunno”, he said, “let's go to the Three Broomsticks instead?”
“But that's at the other end of Hogsmeade and I'm thirsty!”, Theo complained.
Theo tugged at Draco's sleeve. Draco sighed and allowed himself to be dragged inside. The café was rather small, but there were a surprising number of customers sitting around the tiny round tables with pink napkins that crammed up the room. The place seemed to be frequented almost exclusively by older teenagers, who were holding hands or kissing over their cups of tea or coffee. Theo didn't seem to notice and quickly weaved through the crowd to claim one of the few empty tables. Draco followed him more slowly and uncomfortably sat down opposite to him.
He had hardly settled down when they were already approached by a stout witch who took their order.
“You getting a hot chocolate as well?”, Theo asked him.
“Y-yeah”, Draco agreed. He looked around awkwardly.
The fat witch brought them two cups of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream. Draco reached into his pocket to pay for his, but Theo quickly put down the money for both of them. “You already treated me to that ice cream”, he said.
“Thanks”, Draco muttered. He took another furtive look around. “The place is a bit strange, isn't it? They all look so intimate, think they're all couples?”
Theo took a sip from his chocolate, leaving a line of whipped cream on his upper lip. He followed Draco's eyes and shrugged. “I don't know”, he said slowly, “you think so?”
Draco took a gulp himself, mostly to hide behind his cup, for he had spotted Lucian Bole, a beater from their Quidditch team, who apparently was out with his girlfriend. And Draco would really have preferred the older teen didn't see him here. He observed: “Like, they all seem to be on a date!”
“Oh, I thought we were just here for a hot chocolate?”, Theo asked, leaning closer.
“Of cause we are!”
“Right”, Theo hurriedly agreed.
They looked at each other awkwardly and Draco took another big swig from his chocolate. He almost jumped when Theo's knee touched his leg under the table. “Sorry, you OK?”, Theo said and grabbed Draco's hand.
“Yeah, I just-”, Draco said and immediately retreated the hand when he realized what they were doing. He quickly finished his chocolate. “I just have to pee kinda bad, that's all. Can you hurry up? Let's get back to the castle.” It wasn't even a lie.
“Toilet's are over there”, Theo whispered, pointing with his eyes at the sign in the back of the café.
Draco took a look around, horrified at the number of of people who would see him enter the loo. “I can't!”
“Why not? Just go, I want to stay here a little longer!”, Theo retorted, a little annoyed.
Draco eyed him uncomfortably, he pleaded: “But... they'd all see me go in!”
“Just go!”, Theo hissed, angry, “I won't let your ridiculous pee shyness cut short our date!”
“Date?”, Draco asked far too loud.
“I... Outing! Trip! I didn't... we... I mean... like...”, Theo stuttered.
Draco got up. “I'm going back to Hogwarts”, he said and got out.
Theo ran after him. Draco pretended he wasn't there, turned towards the way back to Hogwarts and started walking without a word. Theo fell in besides him. “I'm sorry!”, he said, “I just wanted you to have a real great day! I wanted to cheer you up! I don't even know why I said that! It's your fault, you started to talk about dates and stuff! Look, I shouldn't have dragged you in there! I didn't mean to make you feel awkward! I'm an idiot and I messed up, OK? Please don't be mad!”
Draco just kept on walking, his eyes on the ground.
“Please?”, Theo begged.
Draco sighed. “I'm not mad”, he said, he really wasn't angry. Not much. He had just been embarrassed and confused and... and... he had to pee! Theo breathed in relief. Draco eyed him and asked: “You really wanted this to be a date?”
“No! Maybe. I don't know. Yes?”, Theo admitted.
For a while, they walked in silence until Theo couldn't stand the quiet any longer. He asked: “So... that thing with the bed happens to you often?”
Draco didn't answer immediately. His first impulse was to lie, but then he decided to be honest with Theo. “Kinda. I can't help it, OK? It just happens.”
“I get that. When I was little, I wet the bed, too”, Theo said, “after my mom died.”
“Yeah, but I'm thirteen!”
“You can't help it!”, Theo reassured him, “so, how'd you manage to keep this secret all this time?”
Draco shrugged. “Mom taught me a cleaning charm.”
Theo thought about that. “Must be awkward to have to keep on sleeping in the same bed. I mean, it's spelled clean, but still...”, he trailed off.
“Yeah.”
All this talk about wet beds made Draco have to go even worse.
“How do you manage at home? I mean, you're not allowed magic”, Theo asked.
Draco's balder jerked and he had to cross his legs for a moment. He groaned: “Please, can we talk about something else but pee?”
“Sorry!”
After the worst pain had passed and he thought it save to open his legs again, Draco resumed walking. Thankfully, Theo kept his mouth shut, but Draco was at his limit, that hot chocolate had done him in. His bladder was throbbing constantly, at another bad spasm he bent over and grabbed himself.
* * *
Theo eyed his friend worriedly. By now he was kinda good at judging how desperate Draco was, and if he was grabbing himself like that when others could see him, he was bursting. Theo didn't think that Draco could make it back to Hogwarts. A part of him wanted to just let things take their course and watch Draco piss his pants, but Theo still hadn't come to terms with that part and today was Draco's day and Theo didn't want his friend to have another embarrassing experience on his day.
“There is no one around”, he said softly, “if it's that urgent, why don't you pee on a tree? I'll stand watch.”
Draco didn't look like he liked the suggestion at all, but he nodded anyways and hobbled over to a nearby group of trees. Theo climbed a small pile of dirt near the pathway so he had a better view in both directions to make sure no one surprised them – and so he had a better view of Draco himself. He quickly looked over when he heard Draco open his zipper. Draco hardly got out his member in time before he started to release a forceful stream of pee, he moaned in relief. A cloud of steam rose up where the piss hit the snowy ground.
Theo watched in amazement. Draco pissed like a whole lake! It made Theo hard just to watch, and it also made him realize how bad he had to pee himself. Finally, Draco's stream started to die down. With a foolish grin on his face, Theo quickly turned his back again before Draco could notice.
A moment later he could hear Draco zip up his trousers again and walk over. “Let's go!”
“Wait!”, Theo said, “can you keep watch for me? I gotta take a piss, too!”
He didn't wait for Draco's answer and ran over to the same trees. The puddle Draco had left was so huge! Theo whipped out his tool and started peeing, which was a little difficult since he was kind of hard. He grinned and thievishly eyed Draco, but sadly his friend had turned his back and was watching the pathway for real.
After Theo had added his own piss to the now positively enormous lake of pee, he returned to Draco, who still stubbornly hadn't tried to take a peek.
Draco turned to face him and he surprised Theo when he said: “I'm sorry I ruined your date. Want to go back to Hogsmeade?”
“No, it's OK”, Theo said, “it's getting late anyways and I'm getting hungry. I don't want to be late for the Hallowe'en feast!”
When they arrived back at the castle, the Great Hall was already fully decorated. The star-filled ceiling had been covered in storm clouds, a thousand candle-filled pumpkins cast an eery light in the dark hall and right above their heads, life bats swooped across the room.
Most first- and second-years were already at their tables, and so was Potter. Draco and Theo waved at him and asked if he had enjoyed his day. Potter just stared at them gloomily. They helped themselves to some pumpkin juice and pumpkin-shaped cookies. As more and more of the older students returned from Hogsmeade, the Great Hall filled with chatter and laughter. Crabbe and Goyle joined them at the Slytherin table, and they all talked about the fun they had had at Hogsmeade. Crabbe had already eaten all of the candy he had bought and tried to sneak some of theirs. They even let him have some – they had eaten so much themselves already, they were kind of sick of sweets – but they “accidentally” got some ton-tongue toffees and hiccough sweets mixed up in there. The combined effect was hilarious, Crabbe started to hiccup uncontrollably, then he almost swallowed his tongue as it, turned purple, grew so long it touched the table. They all laughed and even Crabbe joined in when he managed to get some air to breath again.
Just then the Hallowe'en feast suddenly appeared on the golden plates before them, like the food always did. Roasted pumpkins and carrot cake and pastries filled with meat and fruit made their mouths water. There was more than they could possibly eat, not that they didn't try. Theo helped himself to some chicken pie and mashed potatoes first and some pudding later. They all got seconds, even though they were already full with Hogsmeade sweets. They had a great time, even Draco finally relaxed and joked and laughed with them like usual and just enjoyed himself. Until that stupid Weasley came by and called Draco a pee-baby to ruin his good mood. Theo reacted quick and threw a well-aimed piece of frog spawn soap right into the asshole's pumpkin juice. It was spectacular. Frogs suddenly exploded into every direction from the glass in his hand, the Weasel squealed like a little girl, jumped backwards and sat down on the floor right on his arse. The laughter of the entire Slytherin table accompanied him on his hurried retreat and soon Draco had forgotten about him and was smiling again, too.
* * *
The feast ended with a performance by the Hogwarts ghosts who popped out of the walls to glide atop the tables in formation. Nearly Headless Nick got quite some applause for his reenactment of his own bungled beheading.
The evening had been so much fun, Harry had almost forgotten about Hogsmeade. Not even the mean prank Malfoy and his gang had played on Ron could dampen their moods. When they passed them on their way out of the Great Hall, Malfoy made frog sounds at Ron and the others laughed at him, but they ignored the idiots.
Harry, Ron and Hermione went the usual path up to Gryffindor tower, but when they reached the corridor with the portrait of the Fat lady, they found it blocked by a crowd of students.
“What's going on”, Ron asked, “you can't all have forgotten the password again like Neville?”
Neville gave him an angry look. There was nervous chatter in the front, and one girl turned around and whispered to them: “The Fat Lady has been attacked!”
Just then Dumbledore arrived and pushed through them to the front. Harry, Ron and Hermione tried to get closer as well to see what had happened. Hermione gasped. The Fat Lady was gone, her portrait slashed to pieces, scraps of canvas lying on the floor.
Dumbledore looked grim as he turned around and called over the crowd: “Mr. Filch, we have to find her! Search every painting in the castle for the Fat Lady!”
They finally located her hiding in a landscape on the fourth floor. She was in shambles, but Professor Dumbledore got out of her enough of what had happened. Her assailant had been no other than Sirius Black, when he had tried to break into the Gryffindor dormitories. His name send a chill through the crowd of students who had followed the headmaster.
Dumbledore immediately led them back to the Great Hall, where the Gryffindors soon were joined by the pupils of the other three houses, who all looked confused. Kids were talking in hushed voices and news of Sirius Black spread like wildfire. Harry got the eery feeling everybody was staring at him.
“For your own safety”, Dumbledore addressed the crowd, “you will all have to spend the night here. The teachers will conduct a thorough search of the castle.”
He paused. Then, like he had almost forgotten, he waved his wand at the long tables and they moved to the back of the hall and stood themselves up against the wall. A second wave of his wand, and hundreds of makeshift beds appeared on the floor. “Oh, yes. You will need those.”
Harry listened with growing despair. Boys and girls were separated and teachers led them to the bathrooms in groups so they could get ready for bed. But Harry couldn't get to bed like this! He eyed Professor McGonagall, who stood guarding the doors to the Entrance Hall. She had her wand in hand and looked tense. Harry awkwardly approached her.
“Professor?”, he asked, “I need to get to the dormitories.”
“You can return there tomorrow, Mr. Potter”, she said.
Harry grimaced. “I have to get something. It's important!”
“You will have to wait till tomorrow.”
“But I have to have it! I... I can't sleep without it.”
McGonagall faced him, almost annoyed. “Mr. Potter, aren't you a little old to still need a cuddly toy for bedtime?”
Harry grew red. “That's not it!”, he protested, “it's really important! Please!”
“Mr. Potter, do you even realize the situation? Whatever it is, it can wait till tomorrow. Now go back into the hall!”
McGonagall looked at him sternly. Harry sullenly bit his lip and turned around. He couldn't tell her that he needed a drynite from his chest of drawers at the dorms. He would never make it through the night dry, not with all the pumpkin juice he had had at dinner and the tea with Professor Lupin before that! He really regretted all that pumpkin juice now. What could he do?
He watched Professor Flitwick return from the lavatories with a group of first-years and decided he just had to try his luck. When the Professor led the next group of Ravenclaw boys out, Harry quickly fell in behind them. Once out on the hallway, he immediately broke away and hid behind a suit of armor until the Professor and his charges had disappeared into the bathroom.
Harry looked around to make sure he was alone on the corridor, then he got up and ran for it. He did not dare to go through the Entrance Hall as he knew professor McGonagall was still watching it, so he had to circle around and take a back route to the Grand Staircase. The empty corridors of the castle seemed even more eery today than they usually did at night. His eyes played tricks on him and once he thought he saw a huge black dog crouching in the shadows from the corner of his eyes, but when he looked at it again, it was gone. Harry started to doubt this was a good idea, but now he was already halfway there and besides, what else was he to do?
He reached the Grand Staircase, quickly ran up the stairs to the seventh and into the hallway that led to the Gryffindor dormitories. But in front of the ruined portrait, he stopped, dumbfounded. The portrait was in scraps and the Fat Lady gone, how was he supposed to get in? He tried the password, it did nothing. He pulled at the heavy frame, but of cause it wouldn't bulge either. Stumped, he stared at it.
Just then he heard steps behind him. “Mr. Potter!”, the angry voice made his blood freeze. Harry slowly turned around to face its owner.
“P-Professor Snape!”, he stammered.
“What are you doing, sneaking around here, Potter? Have you gone completely mad?”
“There's something I really need from the dorm-”, Harry tried to explain, helplessly pointing at the ruined painting.
“Black is right here, in this castle! He is after you, do you get that? Everyone from the Minister of Magic downwards is trying to keep you save! But famous Harry Potter does not care! Famous Harry Potter has to sneak out and search for Black himself! Famous Harry Potter gives no thought to the danger he puts himself and others into!”, Snape railed at him.
“I wasn't-”, Harry said, but Snape slapped him in the face.
“Are you trying to get murdered?”, Snape screamed at him, “right now I'm quite tempted to help Black do it! Did you think a mere boy could hunt down Sirius Black? Do you have any idea what that insane murderer would do to you?”
Snape dropped a heavy hand on Harry's shoulder and forced him to turn away from the portrait. “but Professor! I need to-”, Harry whined.
“Right now you need to get back to the Great Hall! We'll speak of your punishment later”, Snape fumed, force-walking Harry down the stairs.
He left Harry with an equally furious McGonagall. Neither of them even spoke of detention or house points, which strangely enough made Harry feel like he was in even more trouble than usual. Harry tried to explain himself to Professor McGonagall again, but she wouldn't listen. She just made sure he didn't leave her sight anymore.
“You did what?”, Ron asked as the Professor led their group to the bathroom. “You tried to go after Black all alone? Why didn't you tell me?”
“I didn't go after him!”, Harry said, sullen.
“So what were you doing then?”
“Nothing. It was stupid.”
Ron looked him like he wasn't believing him either, worst of all, now he was angry Harry hadn't told him. Ron went over to the sink and took a sponge bath in silence. Harry did the same. He also made sure he went to the toilet before they returned to the Great Hall, though he knew it wouldn't help. As he lay down in between Ron and Hermione – Ron still refused to speak to him – Harry resolved he would just have to stay up the whole night. There was no other way unless he wanted to wake up in a wet bed in front of his friends and his entire school.
* * *
Theo had similar concerns. As he lay down in the makeshift bed besides Draco, he turned to him and whispered: “What are you gonna do?”
“About what?”, Draco asked, annoyed. He didn't want to sleep on the floor. That madman was after Potter, so why did they all have to stay out here?
“About your bed... thing”, Theo caught himself at the last moment.
“Shut up! You wanna tell everyone?”, Draco hissed in a low voice and looked around fearful. The hall was way too crowded and he just knew Crabbe or Goyle would overhear them.
“Sorry”, Theo muttered.
“I'll just cast the usual spell in the morning”, Draco told him.
“Right”, Theo agreed. He didn't sound convinced. Draco wasn't half as confident as he made out to be either, but he didn't intend to tell Theo that. He would just have to stay up the night.
He had a more pressing problem, though. He hadn't had a chance to relief himself ever since he took that piss on a tree on the way back from Hogsmeade. They had been led to the bathroom in a big group, so naturally he hadn't been able to use the loo then. Dragon shit! Those damn sweets had made him thirsty, did he have four or five pumpkin juice at dinner? And he regretted every single one of them!
Laying on his back only increased the pressure Draco felt in his lower stomach. He shifted around, trying but failing to find a more comfortable position. He turned on his side again, facing Theo. Theo couldn't sleep either, Draco could see the starry ceiling reflect in his eyes.
“Everything alright?”, Theo whispered.
“Yes!”, Draco hissed, squirming.
“What's wrong?”, Theo asked.
Draco rolled his eyes. “I have to take a piss, OK?”
“But we just came from the bathroom.”
“There was like a dozen kids in there with us!”
“Oh”, Theo said in realization.
Draco sat up a little to look around. Teachers were patrolling between the rows of makeshift beds and telling kids off for talking. Hardly anyone seemed to be able to sleep. He groaned silently.
“Just ask a teacher if you can be excused to use the loo”, Theo suggested, unhelpful.
Like Draco could ask something that embarrassing with the whole school as witness. He lay back down and tried to think of things that would take his mind off his bladder and how full it felt. Quidditch. Their Hogsmeade visit. All the pumpkin juice he had drunken. Dragon dung! Draco grabbed himself under his blanket. For a short while it helped a little. He turned to his side again and pulled his legs to his stomach, clenching his thighs together. Maybe half an hour passed, then he just couldn't lie still any longer.
Draco sat up. The hall had quieted down somewhat, most other students finally seemed to have drifted off to an uneasy sleep. Theo's eyes were closed, too, and he snored silently. There was only one figure patrolling between the rows.
Draco threw off his blanket and got up. His bladder jerked at the sudden movement and he doubled over, stifling a pained moan. He straightened up again and quickly ran towards the exit to the hallway. The heavy doors were closed. He pulled at first, but it wouldn't budge. Draco stifled another moan and tried the second, it, too, was locked.
“Mr. Malfoy, where do you think you are going?”, Professor Snape's voice asked from behind him.
“Professor, I-”, Draco stammered and turned around to face the man.
“Go back to sleep”, Snape told him.
“I just need the loo, Sir”, Draco whispered, blushing.
Professor Snape sighed. He said: “You'll have to wait for Professor Flitwick to return, so he can escort you to the bathroom.”
Draco's bladder spasmed again. he grimaced and crossed his legs. “I can't! Please, Sir, I have to go really bad!”
“Mr. Malfoy, behave your age! Professor Flitwick will only be a few minutes.”
Professor Snape now looked positively annoyed. Draco bit his lip and started to march in place. He felt a small dribble escape and he had to grab himself.
“Please! It's just across the hallway! I'm gonna pee my pants!”, he whined.
Professor Snape stared at his pitiful display, disgusted. He pointed his wand at the door and it clicked open. He hissed: “The toilet, and then you come straight back! If you dawdle or wander off, I'm going to skin you alive myself!”
Draco nodded thankfully and, both hands pressed between his legs, ran past his teacher. He was lucky the bathroom was really right across the hallway. He burst through the door and ran straight for the first cubicle. The mere sight of the bowl made his eyes water. His bladder involuntarily contracted and he felt the hot piss gush into his briefs while he was still clawing at the button of his trousers. “Oh, dragon dung! Dragon dung! Dragon dung!”, he muttered. He finally got the cursed pants unbuttoned and yanked them all down in one go, all the time peeing already. He hurriedly grabbed his member and aimed it at the bowl to finish in the toilet.
Draco peed for what felt like an eternity. It felt so good to finally void his aching bladder, and a dull emptiness replaced the throbbing pain. Draco sighed in relief. When he was finally done, he pulled up his pants to examine the damage. His briefs were soaked and there was a wet spot the size of his palm in the front of his trousers. He had left his wand laying by his bed in the Great Hall, so he could do nothing but hope the wetness would be hidden by the darkness. Draco didn't bother to mop up the puddle of pee he had left on the floor all around the toilet, he just flushed, turned around, washed his hands and quickly ran back to the Great Hall.
An angry-looking Professor Snape expected him at the door. The Professor took one look down to the wet spot on Draco's pants, then his eyes wandered back up to Draco's face. Draco felt himself blush hot red. Thankfully, Professor Snape didn't comment and just locked the door behind him.
Draco fled back to his bed and slid under the blanket to hide. He took a quick look around to make sure his neighbors were asleep, then he reached for his wand and whispered a silent cleaning charm on his pants.
“Didn't make it?”, Theo muttered sleepily. Draco almost jumped. He went completely red again. “It's OK! I won't tell”, Theo murmured and turned around, a moment later he was snoring again.
Draco cursed silently, lay down on his back and looked up at the star-filled ceiling. Morning was still a long time away, it would be a long night. Draco sighed and stifled a yawn. |
I had a lot of things to do offline those past weeks. Sorry for the delay!
Still have a few Chapters ready, so back to more regular updates, hopefully.
This time it is more from Harry's perspective for a change.
Enjoy!
Monday, November 1stDraco awoke because someone was shaking his shoulders. When he opened his eyes, he saw Theo's face smiling down at him.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!”, Theo beamed.
Draco's first thought was that he must have dozed off after all. His second was that he had peed himself. There was talking and laughing all around them. Even worse, he must have slept in, too, and everyone else was already up. Draco looked at his friend, mortified.
“You wet?”, Theo whispered.
Draco just nodded embarrassedly.
Theo held out Draco's wand for him and silently asked: “You can do it yourself or want me to?”
“Of cause I can!”, Draco told him in slight annoyance. He sat up. To his horror, his mattress felt wet everywhere, he had completely drenched it. Luckily it didn't show much with the dark color. Draco snatched his wand from Theo and took a quick look around. Most students already were up and about, but no one seemed to pay them any particular attention at the moment. Draco waved his wand over his blanket and muttered the incantation. The tickling, warm wave that ran down his body told him that the cleaning charm had done its work. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. That had been a close call! How could he have allowed himself to doze off? But it had worked out, nobody had discovered his secret – except for Theo of cause, but he already knew.
Draco got up from his now dry bed and looked over to where all the laughing and screaming came from. “What's all that ruckus about?”, he asked. A big group of kids had assembled, though Draco couldn't see what they were shouting about. Theo looked over, too, his face darkened. Silently, he said: “Apparently, you're not alone. Potter wet his bed. Goyle noticed.”
The two got over and pushed through the crowd. Potter was sitting on the floor, crying. He wore light blue pants, the kind of fabric that turned really dark when it got wet. And Merlin, was there a lot of darkness! It covered the entire crotch and buttocks and it ran down the inside of both his legs. A blind man could have seen from a mile away that Potter had pissed himself. If that weren't enough already, Goyle was holding up Potter's wet bedding like a trophy for everyone to see while Crabbe jeered at Potter's distress.
The Weasel tried to snatch the bedsheets from Goyle, but Goyle was too tall for him. Meanwhile, Granger knelt helplessly besides her sobbing sweetheart. An evil smile sneaked on Draco's face as he took in the scene and he fell in with the laughter. He turned to Theo, expecting him to cheer on Goyle as well, but then he saw the appalled look on his friend's face and he swallowed his glee. “Crabbe, Goyle, let's go!”, he snapped at the two and turned around sharply.
* * *
Ron had finally managed to snatch the bedsheets from Goyle. “Leave Harry alone already!”, he screamed at the crowd, but it just made them laugh even harder. Ron was about to jump a Ravenclaw boy who was chanting “Potty Potter, the boy who weed!”, but Professor McGonagall grabbed him at his shoulder before he could. McGonagall didn't even have to raise her voice, her stare was enough to silence the crowd. “What is this commotion about?”, she asked. A look down at Harry's wet pants and the drenched bedsheets on the ground told her as much. She faced the crowd again.
“You all should be ashamed of yourselves! Mr. Corner, Mr. Zabini, Miss Parkinson, Mr. Macmillan, a word in my office, if you please!”, McGonagall picked out the loudest offenders. Somehow everyone suddenly seemed to remember they had urgent business to attend to elsewhere.
The Professor turned back to Harry, who was still crying hysterical. In a more gentle voice she said: “Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley would you take care of Potter?”
The two were already kneeling besides him and trying to calm him down. Hermione just quickly nodded at the Professor and then turned back to Harry.
“Stupid Malfoy got away just in time!”, Ron hissed angrily as McGonagall walked away.
Hermione's eyes darted up for a second to give him an irritated glance. Not now, they seemed to say.
“Now you won't be my friends anymore!”, Harry whined.
“It's OK, Harry!”, Hermione said, “such things just happen!”
“Yeah, it can happen to everyone once in a while!”, Ron agreed.
“But everyone laughs at me now!”, Harry sniffled.
“Those are just jerks!”, Ron said, “if anyone laughs at you again, I'll hex them!”
“It was just an accident! The Dementors, and now Sirius Black, it was too much for you! You were scared, it's a natural thing! Everybody would have been scared! It's nothing to be ashamed of!”, Hermione reasoned.
“I bet Malfoy put something in your drink that made you wet the bed!”, Ron said.
“Come on, let's get you to the bathroom!”, Hermione carefully tried to help Harry up. Ron supported him from the other side. Harry allowed them to raise him up and guide him out of the Great Hall. He knew they were wrong and it wasn't just a one-time thing. He also knew he would be the laughing-stock of the entire school for the rest of his years at Hogwarts. But he was just relieved at least his friends still liked him, he didn't want them to leave him, too. He knew they would if they learned he wet the bed every night.
On the hallway, they ran into Professor Snape. He looked exhausted and seemed to be in an especially foul mood this morning. His disdainful eyes wandered down from Harry's teary face to his wet pants, then back up to his face. “Mr. Potter”, he said, disgust clearly in his voice, “once you've cleaned up, come to my office.”
Harry remembered the last night and his heart dropped even more.
“Potter, did you understand what I just said?”, Snape asked, annoyed.
Harry nodded and muttered a sad “Yes, Sir.”
“What was that about?”, Hermione asked and Ron quickly filled her in that Harry had tried to go hunting for Black all by himself last night. Harry didn't have the energy to correct him.
“You did WHAT? Have you gone completely-”, Hermione started, but after a look at Harry's face, she stopped herself. Harry could see it burning inside her eyes and he knew he would have to brace himself for a stern lecture later when she thought he was better again.
Hermione and Ron led him over to the boy's room. Hermione waited in front of the door, while Ron carefully directed Harry inside. Thankfully, they were alone. Harry was still too distraught to be much use and Ron had to help him with everything. He gently pushed him over into one of the cubicles and unbuttoned his trousers for him. He pulled them down a bit and instructed Harry to sit down on the toilet. The pants were cold and clammy and they clung to Harry's skin. Ron had some trouble to pull them off, but he didn't complain about the stale piss he got all over his hands. Once he had finally managed and put the pants aside, Harry just sat there, staring at the ground emptily, waiting for Ron to tell him what to do next. Just seeing Harry in this state made Ron burn with anger and he silently swore to take revenge on Malfoy.
Ron helped Harry to stand up again, then he pulled down Harry's soaked briefs as well, revealing Harry's little boyhood. Ron looked away to not embarrass his friend even more. The briefs slumped to the ground wetly. “Step out of them!”, Ron silently instructed. Ron helped Harry with his shirts as well, then he led him over to the sinks. He turned on the water and made sure it wasn't too cold and put a washcloth in Harry's hand. “Clean yourself up, OK?”, he said gently. Thankfully, Harry was able to do this part on his own.
While he washed, Ron quickly gathered Harry's clothes and brought them over to Hermione, who still waited outside. He handed them to her and she quickly cast a cleaning charm on them. Ron took the clothes back and he almost looked a tiny bit impressed as he covertly examined the pants but failed to find any remaining wetness.
“I can't believe neither of you still knows a single cleaning spell!”, Hermione told him.
Ron muttered something that sounded a lot like “boys don't need cleaning spells”, though he had the good sense to retreat into the boy's room and close the door into Hermione's face before she could reply. He thought he heard a “boys are idiots!” as an answer anyways. He went over to Harry, who still stood in front of the sink, looking down at his boyhood.
“All cleaned up?”, Ron asked.
Harry nodded, then he said awkwardly: “I have nothing to wear.”
Ron smiled and held out Harry's dried clothes to him.
Harry looked at them, stupefied. “How...?”
“Cleaning charm”, Ron explained, business-like, “real easy. Better than new!”
Harry took his briefs and hesitantly slipped them on. He didn't like the feeling of the fabric against his skin. They looked clean, they even smelled clean, yet he felt like they clang uncomfortably to his skin and they just felt dirty. He really wished he had a change of real, fresh clothes. But he hadn't. So instead he grabbed his trousers and shirts and put them on as well. When he was fully dressed, he eyed Ron uncertainly.
“All better!”, Ron beamed, “let's see if they finally got breakfast ready, I'm starving!”
Harry grimaced, he just wanted to get back to the dormitories, get out of these gross pants and take a long, hot shower.
Then he remembered. “I have to get to Snape's office”, he said as he exited the bathroom. He figured his punishment would only get worse if he made the man wait.
“Want me to go with you?”, Ron and Hermione both asked at the same time.
Harry smiled at them weakly, but he shook his head. “Thanks, really! But I'll be OK.”
Then he turned around and slowly walked down the hallway towards the Grand Staircase. He took the stairs down to the dungeon and followed the corridors towards their potions classroom, Professor Snape's office was right next to it. Most pupils were still in the Great Hall, waiting for breakfast, so he only met two second-year Slytherin boys on his way. They chanted “Potty Potter” as he walked past them, but left him in peace otherwise. He ignored them. Better get used to his new nickname, he thought, depressed. Harry reached Professor Snape's office and hesitated a moment before he knocked on the heavy door.
“Yes!”, Snape's commanding voice answered.
Harry uncomfortably entered. Professor Snape sat at his desk, in front of the endless rows of shelves, all full of jars and glasses filled with slimy, revolting things. He seemed to have added a few to his collection since Harry's last visit. Professor Snape looked up from his papers and gestured Harry to step closer. He didn't offer him to sit, so Harry stood in front of his teacher's desk, eying Snape a little fearful.
“You wanted to see me, Professor”, Harry said.
“Took you long enough, Mr. Potter”, Snape said icily, “I almost thought you had forgotten.”
He looked down on Harry just long enough to remind him that Snape had seen him in his peed pants. Harry blushed. Snape didn't seem to notice.
“Sorry, Sir”, Harry muttered.
“What were you thinking, going after Sirius Black, Mr. Potter?”, Professor Snape asked. His piercing eyes fixated Harry. Harry tried to look back at him, he didn't want to seem craven or like he was trying to hide something. It felt exactly like staring down a hippogriff.
“I... I wasn't, Professor”, he said.
“What were you doing then, sneaking about the castle with a murderer about?”, Snape asked.
“I just...”, Harry trailed off. He looked down.
“You just – what? Certainly, you were aware that students weren't supposed to leave the Great Hall for your own protection, weren't you, Mr. Potter?”, Snape asked mockingly.
Harry bit his lip but he remained silent.
Professor Snape sighed. “Just like your father. Detention all week! Report to my office at seven in the evening starting today. Don't be late again! That will be all, Mr. Potter!”
* * *
The day hadn't gotten better after that. Everywhere Harry went, other students were sniggering at him and he was now officially known as “Potty Potter” or “the boy who weed”. Even some Gryffindors had called him that – though after Ron had given Thomas a bloody nose for it, no one else dared to call Harry names in the Common Room anymore.
Harry still dreaded dinner, and ate as quickly as he could. He was relieved when he could flee the stares and chatter of the Great Hall. He had to hurry anyways, he really did not want to be late for his detention with Professor Snape. The man hated him and just waited for an excuse to punish him even further. Like he hadn't been punished enough already! Stupid bedwetting! The only good thing today was that somehow Harry had managed to avoid running into Malfoy and his goons all day, they hadn't even come over during dinner. Harry wondered why, Malfoy never wasted an opportunity to gloat. What ever their reasons, it couldn't be a good thing.
Harry quickly made his way down to the dungeons, they lay deserted at this time. Most Slytherins were still at the Great Hall and few other students ever wandered off here, so for once Harry arrived at Professor Snape's office unmolested. He knocked on the heavy wooden door. “Come in!”, Snape's voice answered from within and Harry entered.
“You're late!”, Snape said instead of a greeting.
If anything, Harry was early with a few minutes to spare, but he didn't argue. “Sorry, Professor, it won't happen again.”
“That will be five points from Gryffindor”, Snape said. Harry ground his teeth but he kept silent. “I'm afraid our stock of flobberworms has spoiled. You will sort out the rotten from the good ones, Mr. Potter! I hope you have brought your protective gloves.”
Of cause Harry hadn't, Professor Snape had never told him he would be needing any gloves. Snape gestured towards a workbench in the corner, a huge vat filled to the brim with flobberworms in different stages of decay sat atop it. Flobberworm mucus was dripping down the sides and was already solidifying on the worktop. Harry could smell the stench from across the room. He eyed the pair of dragon hide gloves laying atop the Professor's desk. “I'm sorry, I forgot, Sir”, he said silently, “could I borrow some gloves from you?”
“You forgot yours?”, Snape asked in fake concern. He glanced around the room searchingly, clearly looking the pair of gloves at least twice, “I'm afraid I don't have any I could lend you. You'll just have to do it with your bare hands.”
Harry grimaced, but he got to work without further complaint. From up close the worms stank even more. The good ones weren't that bad, but some of the bad ones were so rotten, they burst open at the slightest touch and spilled out their decomposing guts. He tried to breath as shallow as possible, but the stench was still nauseating. Harry really began to regret he just had had dinner. He had to keep on swallowing to keep from seeing it again and spilling it all over the worktop.
The mucus was almost worse than the stench, no matter how careful Harry was, it got on everything, the vat, the table, Harry's robes, his hands, even the floor and it stuck like glue. After the first few worms, Harry could hardly pull his fingers apart anymore, so thick was the layer of mucus that covered his hands.
“There are four more vats in the storage room, Mr. Potter”, Professor Snape informed him.
Great. Harry began to wonder if Professor Snape put some flobberworms out to rot specifically for this kind of punishment. But he didn't give Snape the satisfaction, he just nodded to signal he had understood and continued with his work without a word of complaint.
“You know, Potter, you always remind me of your father”, Professor Snape mused aloud, “the same recklessness. The same arrogance. No concern for others. The resemblance is really uncanny. Your father had some minor talent at Quidditch, too, and that made him think he was cut above everyone else. Strut around the place with his friends. No regard for rules either, just like you, those were for mere mortals, not a James Potter-”
“SHUT UP!”
Harry had turned around and stared at Snape.
“What did you just say, Mr. Potter?”, Professor Snape asked sharply, narrowing his eyes.
“I said shut up! My dad was a good person! You... you're lying!”
“Was he, now? How would you know, Mr. Potter?”, Snape smiled sourly, “stop procrastinating and get back to work! You'll be here all night if need be!”
Harry angrily turned back around and grabbed the next flobberworm. His dad just was! He did not want to admit to Snape that he knew almost nothing about his father. Harry realized that he was mangling the perfectly good flobberworm almost to a mush and he had to discard its remains with the bad ones. He awkwardly tried to wipe off the flobberworm goo from his hands. Snape was lying! He was just trying to hurt him.
Thankfully, Professor Snape apparently lost interest in taunting him and returned to grading papers. Harry really preferred to work in silence.
He finished with the first three batches of flobberworm within less than two hours and he was just about to get the fourth vat. That was when he felt the first, tiny nudge from his bladder, that told him it was getting rather full, but he figured it wasn't urgent and he could wait.
Half an hour later he felt like he needed the loo quite badly and he still had a full tub of flobberworms to go. He really shouldn't have drunken all that pumpkin juice at dinner and he cursed himself for not visiting the bathroom before his detention. Harry bit his lip.
“Professor Snape?”, he asked, “may I be excused? I need the loo.”
Snape didn't even look up from his papers. “No, Mr. Potter. I'm sure it can wait till you're finished with your work.”
Harry groaned silently. He didn't bother to argue, he had known Snape wouldn't let him go even before he had asked. The man never let anyone go during his classes either. For any reason. Once Neville had puked all over his table before Snape had finally allowed him to leave and told Seamus to escort him to the Hospital Wing.
Harry would just have to hurry. Which was easier said than done, for by now his hands were so covered in sticky mucus, everything he touched clung to them and those stupid flobberworms would sooner rip apart then let go of his hands when he wasn't careful. Harry silently cursed as he tried to shake off an especially persistent specimen.
He started to jump from one foot to the other while he was working. When he was finally all done, he couldn't stand still anymore at all, he felt like he was bursting. He quickly brought the last batch of good flobberworms back to the storage room, then he ran back.
“I'm done, Professor!”, he said.
Professor Snape looked up from his desk. Excruciatingly slow, he got up and walked over. “Ah, you made such a mess, Potter”, he observed, examining first the mucus-covered workbench, then eying Harry's robes, which didn't look much better. “Well, go clean up!” Snape threw Harry a rough scrubbing brush.
Harry caught it with both hands, which was a mistake for they immediately stuck together. With some difficulty he tore his hands apart again and quickly ran over to the sink. Turning on the tap and seeing the running water was pure agony. Harry had to cross his legs and he tried to scrape off the mucus from his hands as quick as he could. The damn stuff just wouldn't wash off, no matter how much soap he used and even if he scraped his hands almost bloody, his fingers still stuck together. Harry groaned and jumped in place. The running water made him have to go so bad! He decided that this was as good as he could do and he turned off the tap and put the brush down.
“Please, Professor, may I go now?”, he whined.
“Same time tomorrow, Mr. Potter. And I expect you to be on time from now on!”
“Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!”, Harry groaned and ran out as quickly as his dignity would allow him to.
He made a beeline for the loo by the potions classroom and ran right for the first urinal. He jumped in place while he hurriedly tried to undo his belt and trousers with his sticky fingers. When he finally got them open, he yanked his pants and briefs all down in one go. He aimed himself at the urinal and immediately started peeing. A very relieved sigh escaped him as his piss forcefully splattered against the porcelain. |
Warning: Things get a bit ugly towards the end of this chapter. Some violence. Poor Draco realy doesn't enjoy his day.
Thursday, November 4thFirst on Thursday mornings was Arithmancy class. None of Draco's friends had chosen Arithmancy among their electives, so neither Theo nor Crabbe or Goyle were with him. He sat with Pansy Parkinson instead, she was OK – for a girl.
Crabbe and Goyle had chosen Divination. They thought it was an easy subject, everybody knew Professor Trelawney was a kook. Of cause, neither of the two dolts had any talent whatsoever to predict the future either, but they had this master plan how to scrape a pass in her course which could best be described as “make shit up”. They were too stupid for Arithmancy anyways. And Theo had opted for Muggle Studies – sometimes he was strange like that. Even stranger, he complained a lot about that insufferable know-it-all Granger sitting next to him when all the time she was in Arithmancy with Draco.
Anyways, today Draco was happy his friends weren't with him, as this way he could quickly slip away after class and take a much needed detour to the loo in private. He hadn't even had that much pumpkin juice at breakfast, but he had been in a hurry and had had no time to go back to their dorms to use the bathroom there before classes. Obviously, he couldn't possibly have used the crowded facilities by the Great Hall.
So Draco was kind of bursting and not really paying much attention to his surroundings when he ran towards the bathroom on the seventh floor. Since that run-in with Potter and Weasley he tried to avoid the toilets near the Gryffindor tower even more, but it was an emergency and this bathroom was the only one close to his Arithmancy classroom, which overruled his otherwise better judgment.
He was about to enter, when he heard Weasel's annoying voice behind his back: “Hey, Malfoy!”
Draco groaned silently, cursing his luck. He turned around slowly, pretending like he had just been passing by and not been headed for the loo. Draco's heart sank as he saw that Weasley was with his older twin brothers. They all held their wands in their hands. He and his damn luck, he should have chanced the loo near the History of Magic classroom! He furtively moved his hand towards his pocket, where his own wand was.
“Three of you Weasleys at once? What do you want? I'm busy!”, Draco spat, sounding way more confident than he felt right now. His bladder gave him a nervous twinge and he anxiously shifted his weight from one leg to the other and pressed his thighs together ever so slightly, hoping he looked casual, not desperate.
They pushed him through the door to the bathroom and, once inside, one of the twins grabbed him and roughly forced him against the wall while the other got a hold of his hand and pulled it away from his pocket.
“No, you don't!”, he said and twisted Draco's arm. Draco winced but he managed to stifle a scream. He felt a small squirt dampen his briefs, but he regained control of his bladder in time.
“What do you want, let go of me!”, he demanded, though a little bit of his fear sneaked into his voice.
“We have warned you before”, the twin on his right hissed.
Their younger brother said: “We know you gave Harry something that made him wet his bed so you could make fun of him in front of everyone!”
“That's ridiculous!”, Draco spat and reared up, but the twins brutally pushed him back so that his head hit the wall. For a second Draco saw flashing lights before his eyes and another squirt escaped him. He panicky pressed his legs together, and his bladder send painful stabs through his lower abdomen as he stemmed the flood yet again.
“Since you didn't listen the last time”, the older boy on Draco's left said.
“We're gonna teach you a real lesson now”, his twin brother finished.
“Come on, how could I even have done that?”, Draco whined, he was actually getting kind of scared now.
“Liar!”, the Weasel cried and hit Draco in the stomach, right where his bladder was. Draco gasped and would have doubled over had the twins not held him up. This time it wasn't just a small spurt that got out. Draco managed to stop the flow one more time, but he could feel the pee drip down his legs and when he looked down there was a huge wet spot on the front of his trousers. The Weasley brothers saw it, too, and they started to laugh at him. Then, suddenly, the Weasel hit him again and this time Draco completely lost it. He started crying as he felt the hot piss soak through his pants and pool around him on the floor.
The Weasley twins shuffled their feet away so the spreading puddle of piss wouldn't touch their shoes. They whispered with each other and laughed even more. Then one of the twins got to the door, took a quick look outside and gestured his brothers to follow him. They grabbed Draco again and pulled him with them, over to the girl's room next door. They quickly got inside, then the first twin got his wand out and pointed it at Draco. The two others let go of him.
“Please-”, Draco sniffled, it was all he managed.
“Petrificus Totalus!”, the Weasley with the wand cut him off.
Draco felt his limbs snap together as the curse hit him, then the floor rushed towards him as he fell forward, right onto his face. He couldn't move a single muscle, and all he could see were the glazed tiles of the floor, but he could hear their laughter. Then there was the door. They were going to just leave him there?
Their footsteps became more distant. They really had just left him, alone, in his wet pants, on the floor, in the middle of the girl's room. New tears blurred Draco's vision as he started to cry again, silently, for he couldn't even sob.
Draco didn't know how long he had lain there. Hours. At some point, he just didn't have any more tears left and his vision had cleared again. More time went by. Draco couldn't do anything but wait for someone to walk in on him or for his assailants to return. The school bell rang. Must be lunch time already! Draco could hear steps and voices out on the corridor, they walked past the bathroom. He wanted to cry out for help, but no sound escaped his mouth. In the end, finally, some steps approached the door, it creaked open, Draco heard a girl shriek and something hit the ground when she must have dropped it, then her hurried steps as she ran away. Please! No! Help! Draco rolled his eyes in a failed attempt to get the door into his view.
No more than a minute or two could have passed since the girl had ran away – though to Draco it felt like an eternity – there was the sound of several pairs of feet fast approaching. The door was pushed open again and someone entered.
As the person got over, the seam of a green robe and a pair of women's leather boots entered Draco's field of vision. He felt a touch at his shoulder and heard the words of a simple counter-curse, then suddenly, his limbs obeyed his will again. He turned around to look up into the stern face of Professor McGonagall.
“Mr. Malfoy!”, she said, surprise and disapproval in her voice, “get up immediately!”
Draco hesitantly stood up, trying to cover the far too big, half-dried spot on his pants with his hands. McGonagall impatiently grabbed him at his collar and almost dragged him out on the corridor. Draco stumbled after her, past the first-year girl who stared at him with huge, stupid eyes. On the hallway, the Professor finally let go of Draco.
“Professor, I-”, he said. He tried to pull away from her, away from the far too many people who had turned around to stare at them, at his wet pants.
She grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Mr. Malfoy, what in Merlin's name were you doing in the girl's room?”
“I was ambushed. You saved me, please, I-”, Draco tried to explain.
“You should be ashamed of yourself!”, McGonagall cut him short, frowning. If she had seen the state of Draco's pants, she didn't care. “I ask again”, she said, “what do you think you were doing in the girl's room, boy?”
“It was Ronald Weasley and his two brothers Fred and George. They assaulted me and they dragged me in-”
“Mr. Malfoy!”, McGonagall interrupted him again, “I'm not in the mood for fairy tales.”
“It's the truth”, Draco said angrily.
But it was no use, the old crone didn't believe a word he said. She took a hundred points from Slytherin, gave him several hours of detention and he was to write a four-parchment essay on why peeping at girls on the loo was wrong – and all for something he hadn't actually done! But the absolutely worst part was that Professor McGonagall was going to write a letter to his parents. Draco begged her not to, but she was adamant. His parents were going to kill him!
* * *
Theo was a bit miffed when Draco didn't show up for History of Magic. He could have told him that he was gonna skive class! Theo would have gladly joined him. Instead, Draco had made him sit there all alone with only Crabbe and Goyle for entertainment while Professor Binns droned on and on in his monotone voice. Crabbe had fallen asleep within five minutes after the period had started. His head was leaning back and he was snoring with his mouth open. For a while Theo amused himself by throwing a bunch of every flavour beans he had carefully selected for their especially vile looking color at him and trying to land them in his mouth. Though, after Crabbe had just swallowed one Theo was sure had been shit-flavoured without even waking, that soon got boring. Theo turned back around and started doodling on some scrap parchment instead.
A stickman-Draco was embracing a stickman-Theo and the two were kissing and stickman-Draco got a boner and so did stickman-Theo and they rubbed against each other... Theo blushed when he realized what he was drawing and quickly covered the image with his hands. He nervously looked around, but no one paid him any attention, everybody seemed comatose. He quickly scratched out the images.
Professor Binns still droned on, something about the formation of the Ministry of Magic or something. Theo made the mistake of actually listening for a moment and Professor Binns' voice must have gotten to him, for the next thing he remembered was the ringing of the school bell for lunch. He groggily got up and followed the others to the Great Hall.
Draco wasn't there either. Now Theo actually got a bit worried. He knew Draco had gone to his Arithmancy lesson in the morning, wasn't that near the Gryffindor tower? He looked around for one of Draco's classmates and saw Pansy Parkinson stand near the entrance with some of her friends. “Hey, Pansy!”, he called over to her, “do you know if Draco was in Arithmancy class today?”
“Sure I know, he sat right next to me!”, she answered. Theo didn't like the way she smiled when she said that. She always barged in and tried to sit with them during meals, too. He didn't like that either. And the way she had been fawning over Draco's injured arm all the time had just been disgusting. He smiled at her.
“Did you see where he went after class?”, he asked.
She furrowed her ugly brows. “I don't know.”
“Your classroom is by the Gryffindor tower, right?”
“Yeah, seventh floor, same corridor as the fat lady!”
“Thanks!”
Theo had a bad feeling. He left for the Entrance Hall and ran up the Grand Staircase. Slightly out of breath, he reached the seventh floor and turned towards the Gryffindor tower. He immediately saw Draco, who was standing on the corridor, his eyes downcast, pants wet and Professor McGonagall was with him and seemed to berate him. Theo ran over just when McGonagall turned around to leave. From up close Theo could clearly see that Draco had been crying. He gently put his hand on Draco's shoulder and – after making sure the Professor really was out of earshot – asked: “Hey, hey, what happened? What did the stupid dragon do to you?”
Draco just hugged him and started crying at his chest. His outburst took Theo a bit by surprise, he soothingly patted Draco's back and carefully pushed him behind some armor stand so they weren't in full view of the whole corridor anymore. There, he leaned Draco against the wall, got out his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell on his friend's pants. He allowed Draco to lean against his shoulder again.
“What happened”, he silently repeated his question.
“It was the Weasel!”, Draco sobbed, “my parents are gonna kill me!”
Interrupted by more crying, Draco haltingly told Theo what had happened and how McGonagall had found him and how she didn't believe him and how now he was the one getting punished. Draco was so beat, Theo decided to bring him to their dorms.
He seated Draco on his bed, sat down besides him and put his arm around his shoulders. Draco leaned his head against him again.
The school bell rang. Potions with the Gryffindors was next.
“Want to skip the rest of classes?”, Theo whispered.
Draco just nodded.
They probably would land themselves in even more trouble – it wasn't the brightest idea to skive Professor Snape's lessons – but right then Theo didn't care. He just wanted to be with Draco, to hold him and to comfort him. He only sneaked out to the kitchens to quickly grab them some leftover lunch they could eat in their dorm. They spend the rest of the afternoon together talking. Once Draco had calmed down, he got a lot less cuddly and moved away from Theo slightly. Theo was a bit sad about that and he felt he might have missed a chance to kiss Draco again. He felt really guilty for having such thoughts after what Draco had just gone through.
When evening approached, Draco was a lot better and they decided to go to the Great Hall for dinner after all. The other students they passed on the corridor were acting kind of strange. Blaise winked at Draco, grinned and gave him a thumbs-up when they passed him. The looks a bunch of Ravenclaw girls from their Herbology class gave them were far less favorable.
Theo and Draco sat down at their usual places at the Slytherin table, opposite Crabbe and Goyle.
“You really sneaked into the girl's room? Man, tell us!”, Goyle said instead of a greeting.
Apparently, news of Draco's misadventure had made the rounds.
“I did not”, Draco said plainly.
Crabbe fell in: “Did you get a good look? That was so cool!”
“I said I did not.”
“Oh, come on, do tell us!”, Crabbe begged.
Goyle bend over and asked silently: “You get off watching them take a piss?”
Theo blushed at that question.
“I don't!”, Draco hissed, “and I do not peep at girls either! It was the stupid Weasleys, they ambushed me!”
“He's just embarrassed because he got hexed by a girl!”, Goyle ventured.
“I bet it was a first-year!”, Crabbe sniggered.
“Shut up!”, Draco and Theo said together.
Crabbe and Goyle just laughed even more.
“Told you, it was! He got cursed by a little girl!”, Crabbe snorted.
“Oh, come on, man, we're just joking! You're a hero! Every boy at the school looks up to you!”, Goyle grinned.
“Yeah, did you at least get a good look before she hexed you?”, Crabbe agreed.
Never before had Theo realized how outright disgusting the two imbeciles could be at times. Judging by the look on Draco's face, he thought the same.
“Drop it already”, Theo said, very silent.
Apparently, there was something in his voice that even those two idiots registered. They shut their stupid mouths and Draco and Theo could enjoy a few moments of peace.
Until that bitch Pansy had to barge in.
“Draco, are the rumors true? McGonagall caught you peeping at some Gryffindor girl?”, she asked.
“No”, Draco said curtly.
She grabbed his face and forced him to look up at her.
“That was so naughty!”, she smiled, then her face suddenly turned serious, “if you ever pull a stunt like that on me or my friends, I'm going to kill you!” She smiled again. “Really, peeping at filthy Mudbloods? You need a real girl...”, she trailed off.
The whore was almost smothering Draco with her bosom.
“He said he didn't! Leave him alone already!”, Theo yelled at her.
Pansy laughed at his outburst. “And who're you? His girlfriend?” Theo blushed and she laughed even more. She got over to Theo, bend down and whispered into his ear: “I think your boyfriend is more into real girls!” With an evil laugh, she pressed a wet kiss on Theo's cheek, then she sat down on Draco's other side. Theo eyed her darkly.
* * *
Draco and Theo retreated to their bedroom almost immediately after dinner. Draco hadn't liked the atmosphere in the Common Room, he felt like everybody stared at him. By now everybody knew the story how he had been peeping at girls on the loo and got hexed by a first-year. Nobody believed him when he tried to tell them what really had happened. Nobody but Theo.
The two had just started with the essay they had to write for Transfiguration, when Blaise knocked at the door and came in.
“Letter for you, Draco! From Professor Snape”, he said far too happy.
Draco hesitantly took it. Blaise went back to the door, turned around, grinned even more like a fool and gave Draco another thumbs-up, then he ran out.
“Idiot”, Draco muttered under his breath as he carefully opened the letter like he expected it to explode in his hands.
Theo peered over and tried to read. “How bad?”
“It says I'm to report to Professor Snape's office immediately.”
“Best to not let him wait. At least we'll have detention together”, Theo said and got up.
“The letter only mentions me”, Draco said quietly.
“I skipped his class, too. Maybe he'll go easy on me if I turn myself in. Anyways, I'm not letting you go there alone!”
Theo's words made Draco smile, it felt good to have a friend who stood up for him. Even though he feared Professor McGonagall might have had a word with Professor Snape and this wasn't about skipping class at all, he didn't refuse the company.
The two quickly crossed the common room and got out on the corridor. Professor Snape's office wasn't far away from their dormitories, it was just down the hallway across the one that led to the stairs, right next to the potions classroom. They were about to turn the corner when they almost ran into Potter. Draco angrily stared at him and Potter gloomily looked back, though neither said a word as they went past each other. It was all his fault anyway, stupid Potter and his Weasel friend!
Draco and Theo reached the door to Professor Snape's office and stopped. They exchanged a queasy look, then Draco hesitantly raised his hand and knocked.
Professor Snape opened the door himself. “Mr. Malfoy, come in!”, he said. Snape moved aside to usher him in and Draco saw that his teacher wasn't alone. Draco's father was standing next to the fireplace, leaning on his cane with both hands and not looking happy at all. Draco swallowed hard as he stepped inside.
Theo wanted to follow him, but Snape stopped him. The Professor nodded at Draco's father, then he got out onto the corridor and closed the door behind himself, leaving Draco alone with his dad.
“F-father!”, Draco said, fear creeping into his voice.
“Your mother and I got a letter from your teacher. We are shocked. Your mother is completely distraught”, his dad said. He slowly got over to one of the armchairs by the fireplace and sat down, laying the cane across his lap. “Come over here, son!”, he commanded, emotionless.
Draco knew what he was due for, but he also knew that stalling would only make it worse. He slowly moved. “Dad! I... I can explain!”, he croaked, “I didn't do it! The Weasley brothers set me up!”
The look his father gave him made him shut up.
“You greatly humiliated your mother and me”, he said.
Draco had reached his dad and looked at him, scared.
“Drop your pants!”, his dad ordered.
Draco unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. He slowly pulled them down to his knees, then his briefs too. He looked at his father again. His dad grabbed the cane.
“Turn towards the wall, bend over and touch your toes!”, came the next command.
Draco turned around. “I'm sorry, dad!”, he said.
“Bend over and touch your toes!”, his father repeated.
Draco did as he was told. The cane hit his buttocks so hard, it drove the air out of Draco's lungs. Draco gasped. His father whacked him again and again. Draco bit his lips to keep from crying out loud.
“NEVER! EMBARRASS! YOUR! MOTHER! AND! ME! LIKE! THAT! AGAIN!” Each word was accompanied by a hit with the cane. Draco started crying and he screamed out his pain. His dad hit so hard, Draco lost his balance. He fell to his knees, but his father kept on thrashing him. Draco's buttocks were on fire, his dad was so furious, he hit him on the back as well. Draco crouched down to the floor, screaming, but the cane kept on raining down on him. Draco didn't even notice he lost control of his bladder and wet himself.
* * *
Theo saw Draco's face drop as he caught sight of Mr. Malfoy. He tried to get in with his friend, but the Professor forced him back outside. Snape got out on the corridor as well and, with a silent nod to Mr. Malfoy, closed the door behind himself, leaving Draco alone with his dad.
Theo looked up at Professor Snape. Timidly, he asked: “Professor?”
Snape remained silent.
Then Theo heard the first slap from inside. And another. And another. Theo's heart dropped. He looked at Snape again, but his teacher was facing away from the door and avoiding eye contact. Theo turned around and faced the opposite wall as well. Draco started screaming. Mr. Malfoy beat Draco again and again, he wouldn't stop hitting him. Theo made his hands to fists, he felt tears well up inside him. He was no stranger to the cane, his dad thought it build character. But he had never beaten him like this!
An especially piercing scream ripped through the air and Theo jerked around sharply. Professor Snape had half turned towards the door as well, and for a second their eyes met. Please, Theo thought, help him! Do something! You're an adult, you have to stop him! He's killing him! Theo almost imagined he saw the same kind of horror in his teacher's eyes and for that tiny moment he actually believed Professor Snape would charge in there and stop Mr. Malfoy. Then the Professor lowered his gaze turned away again. Theo felt something break inside him.
Finally, it stopped and Draco's pained screams turned into an exhausted sobbing. The door opened and Mr. Malfoy dragged Draco out on his collar, depositing him on the floor in-between them.
“Never embarrass your mother and me again like that!”, he said, then he turned to Professor Snape, “Thank you, Severus”, he said, nodded, and turned to leave.
“Lucius”, Professor Snape coldly returned the nod.
Theo rushed to Draco's side. Draco was kneeling on the floor, half-naked and crying. His exposed buttocks were hot red and his skin had burst open in several places. The back of his shirt was bloody, too. Theo hardly knew where to touch Draco for fear of hurting him further.
Snape waited till Draco's dad was out of sight.
“Mr. Nott!”, he ordered, “help Mr. Malfoy into my office!”
Theo winched at his sharp voice. He carefully grabbed Draco in the armpits and helped him stand up. When he was sure that Draco could stand on his own, Theo squatted down to help him with his pants, which still hang around his ankles.
“Don't bother, Mr. Malfoy will only have to remove them again”, Snape stopped him.
But as Theo had reached for the pants, he had noticed that they were wet. He quickly got out his wand and at least cast a cleaning spell on them. Draco eyed him embarrassedly, but Theo didn't say a word. Then Theo got up again and with his help Draco waddled into Professor Snape's office.
The Professor hastily cleared his desk and waved them over. Draco shamefully covered his boyhood with his hands as the Professor looked down at him.
“Help him take off his shirt, then lie him down on the table”, Snape told Theo as he got over to some cabinet by the wall and started rummaging through it.
Draco winched in pain as he rose his arms and Theo pulled his shirt over his head as careful as he could. As he accidentally touched Draco's back, Draco inhaled sharply. “Sorry”, Theo muttered. Draco didn't say a thing.
Once he was undressed, Draco lay down on the table on his chest, exposing his tortured back and bottom. Meanwhile, Professor Snape had unearthed a small pot of salve from the cabinet. He returned to them.
“This will burn a little, but it will help”, he explained.
Draco gasped when the Professor applied the salve to his buttocks and Theo took his hand.
“You OK?”, Theo whispered.
Draco tried to smile, but it became a grimace. He pressed Theo's hand real hard but he didn't make another sound while Professor Snape liberally distributed more of the salve on Draco's bottom and backside. When he was done, they carefully stood Draco up and he dressed again.
Professor Snape looked Draco over. “Mr. Malfoy, you missed my class today. Make sure it doesn't happen again!”, he told him.
“Sorry, Sir. It won't!”, Draco replied quietly.
“Mr. Nott, would you accompany Mr. Malfoy back to your dormitories?”
Theo nodded. Draco grimaced painfully as he tried to move, but with tiny steps he made his way over to the door. Theo opened it for him.
“And Mr. Nott?”, Snape called after him when Theo was just about to get after him, “I seem to remember you were absent as well. Detention tomorrow evening at eight. Bring your cauldron!”
“Yes, Sir”, Theo said, then he quickly slipped out and closed the door.
Theo and Draco slowly walked back to the dorms, Draco tried to act casually, but Theo could see he was still in pain.
“I thought he was gonna beat you to death”, he said queasily.
“I thought so, too”, Draco confessed and stifled a sob, “it's all Potter and Weasley's fault! I hate them!”
* * *
Earlier the same evening Harry was at Professor Snape's office for his detention. Today the Professor had him disembowel horned slugs for tomorrow's first-year potions class. They would need those for their potions to cure boils. There were thirty-one students in that class, which made two full buckets of slugs. Harry sighed and grabbed the next one to slice it open, at least he was getting a hang of it.
He just thought that if he continued at this pace, he might even get out early today, when there was a knock at the door. He looked up from his work and eyed Professor Snape. The Professor rose from his place behind his desk and actually got over to open the door himself.
“Lucius, welcome old friend!”, he greeted his visitor, no other than Lucius Malfoy. Snape shook the man's hand and beckoned him in. Harry had all forgotten about his work, he tensely listened in on the men. What was Malfoy's dad doing at Hogwarts?
“I hope my sudden call didn't inconvenience you too much, Severus”, Mr. Malfoy said. He noticed Harry and stared over at him, barely hidden hatred in his eyes. Harry remembered well how last year the man had lost his temper and tried to kill him after he had tricked him to free Dobby. Only Dobby had saved him back then. The thought send a shiver down his spine.
Snape followed Mr. Malfoy's gaze. “Mr. Potter, that will be all for today, you may go. Come back tomorrow evening!”, he said, “just leave them!”, he added as Harry reached for the slugs to clean up the worktop. Harry put them back down and went over to the sink, the two men watched him in silence as he quickly washed his hands. Then, with another half-scared, half-curious look at the men, Harry slipped out the door. He pretended to close it, but he left it open a creak and tried to listen.
“Close the door behind yourself, Mr. Potter!”, Professor Snape said.
Harry quickly shut the door and fled down the corridor.
He hadn't gotten far when he saw Malfoy Junior and Nott walk down the hallway in the opposite direction. He eyed them warily, but except for the nasty looks they gave him, they left him alone. They turned down the way Harry had just come from and disappeared around the corner. Now Harry really got suspicious, he doubled back and peeked around the corner.
Like he expected, the two walked up to Professor Snape's office and knocked. The Professor opened and let Malfoy in, though then he stepped outside himself and waited there together with Nott. That was strange. Harry wondered what Mr. Malfoy wanted with his son that was so secret. At first he heard nothing, but then the screams started. They send a chill down Harry's back. Even at the distance he could see Nott go pale, too. Harry didn't know what was happening, but it sounded like Mr. Malfoy was killing Draco. He couldn't believe Professor Snape just stood there and did nothing.
Finally, the screaming stopped and Mr. Malfoy stepped out on the corridor, dragging his son after him and callously dropping him on the stone floor. Was that blood on Malfoy's exposed skin? Harry was horrified. Uncle Vernon had mistreated him a lot and he had gone without dinner plenty of times or been locked in his cupboard under the stairs, but his uncle had never beaten him even once. Professor Snape didn't seem to care for Draco's state. Mr. Malfoy nodded at him, Snape nodded back, then without so much as looking at his son Mr. Malfoy turned around to leave.
He quickly strode down the corridor towards where Harry was, so Harry had to retreat in a hurry. He turned and ran all the way up the stairs and didn't stop before he reached the portrait of the fat lady on the seventh floor. Completely out of breath, he gasped the password: “Fortuna Major!” Only when the portrait hole had closed behind him again did he feel save. |
Thank you both!
Sorry for the long hiatus.
Friday, November 5thDraco retreated to their bedroom right after dinner again. Theo had joined him, he sat on his bed, reading, while Draco lay on his. Theo looked up from his book and eyed his friend, who was lying on his chest to give his abused rear a rest. In the morning under the showers Draco's ass had been quite pinkish still and even though he tried not to let it show, Draco had had trouble sitting on it all day. At least the lesions were all gone, Professor Snape's healing salve had done wonders for that.
At the thought of the Professor, Theo looked at the clock and quickly got up. He had almost forgotten about his detention!
“You doing OK?”, he asked Draco.
“Sure”, Draco said.
He still sounded a bit down, but he was way better than yesterday. Theo smiled. He went over to the underwater window to the lake and poured himself a glass of water from the big jug that sat on the sill. He gulped it down in one go before he could reconsider. He wasn't thirsty, he just... He wanted to do it himself! He had been fantasizing about it ever since he had seen Draco desperate in potions class, but he never actually dared. Not with all their classmates around as witnesses. But tonight, it would just be him alone. He quickly refilled his glass and drowned it a second time, then he turned around and grabbed his cauldron and school bag.
“I'll be off for detention”, he said.
“Sorry I got you into this”, Draco muttered, “you shouldn't be the one who gets punished!”
“Don't worry!”, Theo grinned.
When he stepped out on the corridor, his eyes fell on the door tot he washroom and his resolve wavered for a second. He kind of had to pee a little already. No, he'd do this today! He turned the other direction and quickly crossed the Common Room.
As he passed their potions classroom on his way to Professor Snape's office, he noticed that the door was open. He was about to walk past it, when he glimpsed inside and saw the Professor sitting at the teacher's desk. Theo stopped and stepped into the classroom instead. Potter was there, too, silently scraping flobberworm mucus or worse residues off the tables.
“Professor?”, Theo asked.
“Ah, Mr. Nott, come in, take your seat! You do know which potion you were supposed to prepare in the lesson you missed?”
Theo went over to his usual table and put down his cauldron on the little stove. He said: “Yes, Sir. Wideeye potion.”
“I assume you did your homework and know how to brew it?”
“Yes, Professor. Six dried billywig stings and four measures of crushed snake fangs mixed with-”
“Thank you, Mr. Nott. Mr. Potter! What important change to the recipe from your book did you learn in class?”
Potter winced involuntarily as he heard his name. He quickly replied: “Boil the potion for a minute before one lets it simmer, Sir. That way the brewing time can be cut in half.”
“Remember to do that, Mr. Nott! I do not intend to spend all night waiting for you to finish”, Professor Snape said. He didn't sound too happy that Potter apparently had gotten it right. Theo grinned, Potter was an ass and just because he was famous the teachers favoured him. Professor Snape was one of the few who saw the snotty brat for what he really was.
“Yes, Sir”, Theo said and went over to the sinks to fill his cauldron. The running water reminded him of his need to pee, it was exciting and terrifying at the same time. He hadn't planned for Potter to be there with him, though.
Theo replaced his cauldron on the stove, then he got the necessary ingredients. He made sure to double-check with the list in his book. Six billywig stings, three snake fangs, two springs of wolfsbane, check. He threw the billywig stings into the cauldron and ignited the fire. While they slowly started to heat up, he mixed the snake fangs with standard ingredient and ground them to a fine powder in his mortar.
Once the brew was boiling, he turned the heat down. he added the crushed ingredients as well and stirred it like the recipe said. Then he had to wait. He looked at the slowly bubbling potion. That was a mistake, for his bladder gave him an angry twinge. He quickly looked away from the liquid. The water was making its way through him even faster than he had expected. Theo eyed the recipe in his book again. It said to let the brew simmer for 95 minutes. Even if he cut that in half as Professor Snape had said, it was still almost an hour! And the potion wasn't even finished then. Theo began to wonder if he could make it through detention. He nervously started to seesaw his legs and looked around in the room.
Professor Snape was immersed in his reading. Some worn looking grimoire, probably on forbidden potions or undetectable poisons or somesuch. Or so Theo imagined. He tried to get a glimpse at the title, but the Professor was covering it with his hand.
Potter was still busily scraping away at the petrified flobberworm mucus.
“You missed a splotch there”, Theo helpfully informed him.
Potter shot him an annoyed glance and continued his work. Theo eyed his brew again, then he looked at the clock. Hardly any time had passed. He felt a spasm from his bladder. He really, really had to piss! He scissored his legs. It was weird, his bladder was so full it almost felt painful, but at the same time it made his member start to get stiffly. Theo had trouble concentrating on anything but the conflicting sensations in his lower abdomen.
“Is Malfoy OK?”
Theo almost jumped at Potter's whispered words. He hadn't noticed the other boy slowly make his way over. Potter was now working on the table one row behind Theo's. Theo sat up straight and tried to stop fidgeting.
He eyed Professor Snape to make sure he was still reading, then he turned around and silently hissed back at Potter: “Yeah, don't worry, your Mudblood friend doesn't hit that hard!” In the morning they had had a little run-in with with Potter and Granger. They had made fun of Draco – like they didn't know exactly how he really had ended up in the girl's bathroom! Especially Granger had acted all lofty and righteous. Draco had told her to shut up and when he had tried to grab her, she actually had slapped him in the face and called him a creep.
“Don't call her that!”, Potter said, “and she had a point!”
They both stared at each other angrily. After an awkward moment of silence, Potter added: “I was talking about last evening. With his dad.”
Theo's heart skipped a beat and he almost let a tiny drip escape into his briefs. He quickly pressed his legs together. Calmly, he said: “No idea what you're talking about, Potter.”
Potter bit his lip. “I saw, OK? Is he alright?”
Theo jumped up and drew his wand. He pointed it right at Potter's face. “It's all your fault!”, he hissed angrily, “are you happy about what you did? Do you have to rub it in? I swear, if you say a word to Draco-”
“Mr. Potter! Mr. Nott!”, Professor Snape's sharp voice interrupted him, “I suggest you let Mr. Nott work in peace, Mr. Potter!”
“Sorry, Sir!”, they both said. Theo slowly lowered his wand and sat back down. He could feel he had dampened his briefs a tiny bit.
“I just felt sorry for him”, Potter muttered, “if you're such an ass about it, I regret I even asked!”
They exchanged another long, loathing stare, then Theo made a point of turning back around and focusing on his brew again while Potter continued his work in silence.
Staring at the lazily bubbling liquid brought Theo's thoughts back on his current issues. He surreptitiously moved a hand down and grabbed himself. He moaned silently. Merlin, he was getting hard for real! He felt the little wetness of his briefs against his skin and it turned him on even more. Theo secretly eyed Potter, the ass had made his way to a row of desks further in the back. Theo's eyes wandered to the Professor. Engrossed in his reading again.
Theo fidgeted. He eyed the clock. Still ten minutes to go before he could take his brew off the stove. Maybe he could let out just a little squirt to ease the pressure a bit? Just enough to dampen his briefs some more. He eyed Professor Snape again. The thought of deliberately peeing himself right in front of him and Potter felt exciting. Terrifying. But really exciting!
He shifted around a bit on his seat and made sure again that neither of the two was watching him. Then he tried to relax. His bladder felt like it was bursting, yet he had trouble to let go. He tried to push. Suddenly, he felt a small squirt get out. Panicky, he immediately stopped the flow.
His briefs hardly felt any wetter. Theo looked down, nothing showed on his trousers yet. He closed his eyes and relaxed again. Another squirt escaped, longer this time. The wetness spread to his butt and Theo quickly forced himself to stop. His bladder spasmed fiercely in protest, he doubled over and groaned silently, but he managed. Peeing a little almost had made him have to go even worse!
Once the pain subsided, he quickly sat up again. Neither the Professor not Potter seemed to have noticed a thing. Theo worriedly looked down. His trousers didn't show any wetness in the crotch, but he was afraid he might have soaked their back a little. Fuck, his briefs felt really damp! He had a full-on erecting right now.
He turned off the stove and threw the wolfsbane sprigs into his cauldron. He didn't really care if he had waited long enough. A few counter-clockwise stirs and a wave of his wand and the brew turned a greenish-turquoise hue. Theo eyed his textbook. That was probably right.
“Professor Snape?”, he asked, “I'm done!”
The Professor put the grimoire aside and came over. He critically examined the potion.
“It's acceptable”, he finally decided, “I expect more from you, Mr. Nott! Go clean up you things!”
“Yes Sir! Sorry, Sir!”, Theo said.
He made sure his robe covered any possible wetness on his trousers as he got up, then he dumped the content of his cauldron into the sink. He felt another small squirt escape into his pants and he desperately pressed his legs together. He quickly rinsed the cauldron – which was pure agony. Then he ran back to his desk and stuffed his things into his school bag.
“All done, Sir! May I go now?”, he asked, trying not to jump from one foot to the other too obviously.
“You may. Mr. Potter, you can finish for today as well!”, Professor Snape said.
Theo hastily walked out. The second he had passed the door and was out of sight, he started running. He made a beeline for the bathroom across the hallway and burst inside. He dropped his school bag and cauldron on the floor and rushed over to the urinal, pulling down his trousers and his damp briefs while he ran. Then he started peeing. He was wetting so forceful, the jet splattered loudly on the porcelain. His erection made it hard to aim.
Theo silently moaned. He couldn't believe he had been able to hold in so much pee. It felt like he pissed for an eternity.
Finally, his bladder had fully emptied and his stream ran dry. Theo examined his trousers and like he had feared, the back was a little wet. He got out his wand and cast a quick cleaning charm on them. Then he pointed the wand at his briefs, but he hesitated. After a moment of deliberation, he just pulled them up wet as they were. They didn't feel hot any more like they had right after he had peed them but a bit clammy already and they clung to his skin. Theo closed his eyes and felt over the wet fabric with his hand, rubbed it against his stiff member. Another moan escaped him, louder this time. It felt so naughty!
He quickly pulled up his trousers over the wet briefs and went over to the sinks to wash his hands. He carefully examined his butt in the mirror to make sure the briefs didn't soak through the trousers, then he grabbed his stuff and left. |
Saturday, November 6th
Draco was still a bit down and he tried to avoid his schoolmates. Especially today. Everybody talked about the Quidditch game. And on top of everything else, it was his fault Slytherin wasn't playing and Gryffindor would face Hufflepuff instead. So he really was not in the mood to go watch the match. His ass still hurt, too, and he wasn't keen on sitting on a wooden bench in that dreadful weather out there for hours on end either.
Theo was the only one who wasn't either still mad at him or wanted to ridicule him, so Draco was quite happy he chose to stay as well and keep him company. Once everyone else had left the two sneaked up the top of the Astronomy Tower and made themselves comfortable in the Astronomy classroom. No one would bother them up there, everyone was at the Quidditch match, it was almost like they had the entire castle all for themselves. Besides, no one usually came up here outside classes anyways – technically, they weren't exactly allowed to be here either. Just to make extra sure, Theo had cast a ward on the door.
They lay down on the floor right by the big window. Usually they would have had a phenomenal view of the castle grounds and the forbidden forest, but with the storm that was raging on outside, they could hardly see all the way to the Quidditch pitch. The tempest was almost an even more impressive sight. They could almost imagine the tower quaking under its onslaught, the angry wind howling around it and rain constantly hammering against the big window. Draco shuddered, the downpour made him have to pee. Maybe it wasn't so bad they weren't playing today after all, he really didn't want to be out there on his broom. Potter probably was soaked to his bones already, there was no way he'd even see the snitch, let alone catch it in that dreadful weather!
Theo put his arm around Draco's shoulders, and Draco let it happen.
“So you send an owl to your parents this morning?”, Theo asked.
“Yeah, to my mom. To... explain things”, Draco said.
“Think she'll believe you?”
“I don't know. Dad probably still wants to kill me.”
Theo inched closer and snug up to Draco. He suggested: “You can always hide out at my place till they've calmed down.”
Draco chuckled.
“Seriously!”, Theo said, “say, umh, I wanted to ask... wanna spend Christmas at my place? My dad is working all the time, he doesn't care what we do. We'd practically have the house all for ourselves. It'd be great!”
He looked so nervous as he asked.
“That sounds kinda cool”, Draco admitted and pressed a kiss on Theo's lips. Theo's eyes grew wide in surprise, then he hugged Draco and eagerly kissed him back. “It's agreed then!”, he said as their lips finally parted for a moment again.
“I have to ask my parents first”, Draco cautioned, “I should probably wait for my mom's answer first.”
Theo gently pushed Draco over so he came to lay on his back and crawled on top of him. Draco's bladder twitched in protest as Theo unintentionally pressed down on it. Draco had had to pee for a while, but it felt so good to have Theo cuddled up to him and he hadn't wanted to get up. It didn't help that Theo was leaning on his stomach, though.
Theo tried to kiss him again, the real naughty kind with tongue. Draco pushed him away a little. “You sure the door is locked?”, he asked while he wiggled around a bit, trying to find a position where Theo's thigh wasn't firmly planted in his lower abdomen.
“Yeah, absolutely sure!”, Theo said and pressed his lips against Draco's again. Draco opened his mouth to let his tongue in. Theo snug even closer to Draco as they continued to kiss and Draco put his arms around Theo's shoulders.
After a very long time, their lips finally parted again. “Theo?”, Draco asked softly.
“Yeah?”, Theo smiled.
“Can you get off me for a second? I gotta pee.”
“Just hold it”, Theo murmured.
“I can't! I have been for the last hour. Come on, move!”
“Don't wanna.”
“Come on, you're pressing down on my bladder!”
Theo drew even closer and shifted his legs around a bit, pushing on Draco's lower abdomen even more. “No.”
Draco groaned. “Stop it! I'm gonna piss my pants!” His bladder spasmed and he panicky moved a hand down, but Theo caught it.
“Just do it then!”, he said.
“WHAT?”, Draco asked.
Theo gently, but firmly forced Draco's hand back up. He faced Draco and softly repeated: “I said: Do it! We can clean up afterward easy enough.”
Draco gasped as Theo leaned down on his bladder even more. “Don't!”, he whined, horrified, “I'll loose it for real!” He squirmed as he felt a first drip dampen his briefs. “Please! It'll get all over you, too!”
“I don't mind. Just let go!”, Theo cooed and pressed a kiss on Draco's lips as he pushed down on him even more.
Draco moaned, his bladder spasmed so madly. Another squirt escaped into his briefs, then suddenly his floodgates fully gave way. He tried to stop it, but he just couldn't. He felt the hot piss surge into his pants, it felt so good, Draco shuddered as he forcefully started to piss himself.
The wetness seeped through his trousers within seconds and spread around him, he was mortified at what was happening. He closed his eyes, too ashamed to look at his friend, but too relieved to stop peeing.
After an eternity, when his bladder finally had fully emptied and he had long since stopped wetting, Draco dared to open his eyes again to face Theo. Theo hadn't said a single word still, he hadn't drawn away either. He was just looking down on Draco, smiling softly. Draco croaked: “I'm sorry! I-I warned you!”
He wiggled around under Theo awkwardly. Then he felt it.
“Man, you got a stiffie?”, he asked.
Theo blushed heavily. “Sorry. That... that was kinda hot!”
“You're weird!”
“Good weird or bad weird?”, Theo asked, cautious.
“Weird weird!”, Draco decided.
They both grinned, and Theo kissed him again. Theo's hand wandered down to Draco's wet pants. Draco gasped as he felt the touch, but he didn't stop Theo as the hand first unbuttoned his trousers and then slid into his briefs. |
Well, that's a lucky coincidence then. The next chapter has more Theo naughtiness. Enjoy!
Thursday, November 11thThe other students were still talking behind Draco's back, so he wasn't too unhappy about the extra assignment Professor Snape had given him. Theo had to do some work of his own and they couldn't hang out like usual. The assignment gave Draco an excuse to hide in the library where few people bothered him. Though, of cause, when he arrived know-it-all Granger was sitting at a table in the front to announce to all the world what a diligent and hardworking Mudblood she was. She gave him the stink eye, did she think he was stalking her or something? Ridiculous!
Draco ignored her and approached Madam Pince to hand her his permission slip for the restricted section. She took the note from him and held it to the light to examine Professor Snape's signature, like she was convinced it had to be a forgery. It passed her test however, and she grudgingly returned the note to him.
“Wait here!”, she instructed and went to fetch his book for him.
While he waited, Draco eyed Granger, she was still staring at him. He grimaced back at her.
Madam Pince returned and handed a copy of Moste Potente Potions to him. “Here you are, boy. Be careful with that!”
“Thanks”, Draco muttered. He wasn't sure which she was referring to, the contents of the book or the book itself. Probably both. He looked over to Granger again. “Can I borrow it?” Somehow, the quiet of his bedroom seemed way more comfortable than the library with Granger's constant stare burning in his neck.
Madam Pince looked like she had bitten into an especially sour lemon. “You may”, she said.
Every time Draco dared to ask to borrow a book, she treated him like a criminal, even though he had never done anything to deserve her scorn. He was no ill-bred Mudblood who ripped out pages or doodled all over them! And he had dutifully returned every book he had borrowed – not always exactly on time maybe, but never even a single dogear on a page! He signed for Moste Potente Potions and quickly slipped out before she could change her mind.
Back in his room, he lay down on his bed and opened the book. He wasn't really in the mood to begin with his essay, besides, this treasure in his hands was a book full of forbidden potions! So, naturally, he had to study it at length. He looked over the table of contents – everything sounded interesting, so he just started to browse.
In truth, none of the potions in Moste Potente Potions were forbidden for real, they were more like really complicated and dangerous if done wrong. Still exciting. And Merlin, there were quite a few more than dangerous ones among them! Of cause, they weren't identified as poisons per se, but Draco wasn't stupid. Often, the only difference between a potent healing potion and a deadly poison was the dosage. Professor Snape always went to great lengths to warn them about the adverse effects of getting this or that part of a recipe wrong or of making some brew too strong. Only, what if you didn't do it by accident? Draco had long realized that the Professor used this loophole to teach his less daft students about poisons right under that do-gooder Dumbledore's nose. The potions in Moste Potente Potions were very potent indeed and they all came with a long list of warnings. One just had to read it right to learn about the potential.
For a while Draco indulged in the fantasy of killing Potter and the Weasel with one of the especially slow poisons – and watch them in their agony. He grinned and skipped ahead a few more pages. There were a lot of advanced and very interesting poisons in this book! Very interesting, and possibly useful for revenge. Of cause he didn't actually intend to kill the two assholes – humiliate certainly, maim maybe, but not murder... probably – but not every brew was only useful for its nasty side effects and not every nasty side effect was outright deadly.
Polyjuice potion for example. That one sounded interesting. Maybe he could disguise himself as some Mudblood and sneak into the Gryffindor dormitories to... to what? Win a duel against all Gryffindors at once? He shrugged off the thought and looked at the potion on the next page. Laxative potion. Strong laxative. He giggled. Somehow, even the intended effect of that brew sounded like a hilarious curse to him. It was followed by a diuretic potion. Fuck, they had made him wet his pants so often, he'd SO get back at them with that for real! In a way, he was already being punished for allegedly poisoning Potter, so why not? It even warned never to take the potion undiluted for it was very potent. Perfect! Just perfect!
The only downside was that he didn't have all of the ingredients. But he knew Professor Snape had a supply for his advanced classes, Draco would somehow have to sneak them out of his office. That was a minor problem. “Minor” as in “excruciatingly painful death” if he got himself caught, but that just meant he mustn't let the Professor catch him, right?
* * *
Theo breathlessly rushed into the library, he was late. Of cause, Granger was already there, and she didn't look too happy. He quickly got over to her. They were supposed to give a presentation on why Muggles needed electricity together for Muggle studies. Teamed up with a Mudblood. For a presentation on Muggles. Theo probably should have considered himself fortunate for scoring the easiest 'Outstanding' in his life. If only know-it-all Granger weren't already insufferable when she merely thought she knew better than anyone else. She was worse when she actually did.
He sat down besides her and smiled: “Hi, sorry I-”
“You're late”, she cut him off instead of a greeting.
Their truce-like relationship had cooled off considerably since that incident with Draco.
“I'm sorry”, Theo said meekly. He reminded himself that it was Granger and her friends who were in the wrong here.
“What is it with you boys always putting off work?”
“I already got through all the articles Professor Burbage gave us”, Theo huffed. He showed her the newspaper clippings. “Here, I underlined the important parts. I think those two are the most useful for our presentation. That one is about the dangers of electricity, I really don't get how Muggles can survive with all that.”
Granger hardly glanced at the clippings. “I thought maybe we should start our presentation with some the most common misconceptions witches and wizards have about electricity and then we would explain how it really works.”
“What? Why? What misconceptions?”
She eyed the newspaper stories again. “Theodore, what do you actually know about electricity?” She had begun to call him by his given name some time ago, and though he made a point of continuing to address her with her surname, she stubbornly refused to get the message.
“Well”, Theo said hesitantly. Not much, if he was completely honest. “Well”, he repeated, “there are different kinds of electricity?” That he knew for a fact. Once a man had come to their house, who had wanted to sell them some new kind of electricity, he had even left Theo a brochure on it for his dad. Theo hadn't really gotten what made this new kind different, but apparently it was somehow better and cheaper than the old one. Probably made electric things run smoother or something. The pictures in the brochure hadn't moved, though. Theo suspected it had been electric, too, and that was why it didn't work at their home. “And Muggles are really dependent on it. Since they know no magic, they have to run everything on electricity. But it is a bad substitute. It is really complicated to get it to work properly. Electricity breaks real easy, too. Like, residual magic can break it. Or just bad weather... I think?”
Granger sighed.
Theo back-pedaled: “I mean, you probably know way more about those things, being a Mudblood and all... Merlin! I'm sorry, I didn't-”
“Mudblood and proud of it!”, Granger said aloud.
“I didn't mean to say that! I'm really sorry!”, Theo tried to hush her.
“But I am a Mudblood, am I not?”, she asked.
“Don't call yourself that, OK? It's... demeaning. A-anyways, since you know better about it... what's wrong with those articles?”
“For starters, they're all written by wizards.”
“Yeah?”, Theo agreed, unsure what her problem was.
“Maybe they should have asked a Muggle instead or at least a Mudblood.”
Theo winced at the word. “But, look, this one is even written by your friend's dad, he's an expert on Muggles, isn't he?”
“Mr. Weasley can't even spell 'electricity' right”, Granger pointed out.
Theo had wondered about that. In fact, he had been a bit worried that this 'eckeltricity' stuff Mr. Weasley kept on talking about in his article might have been something entirely different from the subject of their essay. He asked: “So, what do you suggest we should base our presentation on instead?”
He had hoped to give Granger some pause with that question, but she only seemed to have waited for it. She said: “Here, I asked my parents to send me my old elementary school science book.”
She got a rather strange book from her bag and showed it to Theo. It was quite thin and it said “Physics” on the cover in multi-coloured letters over some equally colourful pictures. Granger opened it and skipped through the pages until she apparently had found the chapter she was looking for. The inside was illustrated with many pictures and drawings as well though none seemed to move – maybe they were electric – and there was surprisingly little text. The pages were strange, too. Of cause, Theo knew what paper was, several of the Muggle-born students used paper writing pads, but he had rarely seen a book made of it.
“It's actually quite easy”, Granger interrupted his bemused observations, then she started to speak in utter gibberish. She pointed at this diagram or that drawing while she talked about batteries and electric circuits and light bulbs and magnets and... Theo's head started to spin. He honestly tried to follow her explanations and it actually sounded kind of fascinating. There were certain rules to how electricity worked, so much he got, just like there were with magic. Only, unlike magic, he didn't understand those rules one bit!
Granger continued to talk. And talk. And talk. Theo's eyes started to glaze over. He groaned silently. That girl loved to hear her own voice! She was in the middle of some lengthy speech about batteries, when Theo tried to interrupt her for what was about the third time: “Umh, Granger?”
She just droned on. He half-suspected she wouldn't even notice if he quickly got up to go to the loo, but that would be rude. Louder, he repeated: “Granger!”
“I thought, maybe we could even build a lemon battery for demonstration. What do you think?”, she said.
“A what?”, Theo asked, confused.
“Lemon battery. If you put two pieces of metal in a lemon, you can power a small electric light with it”, she explained matter-of-factly.
“Dragon shit!”, Theo said, “that's not a battery!”
“Honestly, you can build a battery from a lemon, look!” She pointed at a picture of two halved lemons with some wires sticking out of them. “We build one in Muggle elementary school.”
Theo eyed the picture suspiciously, he still was half convinced Granger was pulling his leg. “I guess. Why don't you write that down while I quickly go to the loo-”
He was already halfway up, but she grabbed his arm. “Oh no, you don't!”, she said resolutely, “Ron and Harry always play the same trick on me! You'll be gone forever and I'll end up doing all the work by myself!” She went on about how they were supposed to do their assignment together and how this was a unique opportunity to present both views on the subject... and mostly on how boys were foolish and lazy oafs and how she had had it with them and their tricks and wouldn't put up with any more ruses to get out of work. Theo wasn't quite sure if he should feel more sorry for her or for Potter and Weasley.
He sat back down. He actually had to pee, but he told himself it wasn't that urgent and he could hold it a while longer. Granger WAS a bit scary when she got angry. And he really didn't have to go THAT urgent.
He obediently got a piece of parchment and copied down the instructions on how to build a lemon battery. One lemon. Light emitting diode. Wires. Two metal e-l-e-c-t-r-o-d-e-s (Theo made sure to spell the word right. Apparently, Mr. Weasley was correct and there were different kinds of electricity after all). Granger insisted on them being made from two specific, different metals. Theo considered it mostly superstition, but her textbook said so, too, so he made a note of them being copper and zinc.
They continued to plan what else to do in their presentation. Theo ended up mostly writing down what Granger said, though she occasionally did ask for his input. It usually ended up in the “common misconceptions wizards have about electricity”-category. Theo was a bit irked by that, but on the other hand Granger by far didn't know everything about electricity either. It was actually quite fun to see her first dismissively trash his questions to then watch her grasp for words herself and bury her head in that Muggle textbook on a search for an explanation.
Time flew by, and soon Theo was on his third piece of parchment. They would have to cut out some of their examples if they even wanted to have time left for the actual topic of their presentation. He was kind of getting desperate for the loo, though. He had had an extra glass of pumpkin juice for lunch and hadn't been to the bathroom since. He started to nervously rock his knee. His bladder felt so full! Of cause, he could just have told Granger that he really needed the loo and went at any time. But in a strange way it had turned him on when the bossy girl had denied him the bathroom and in his mind it had become some weird game between them.
As his need grew, he was increasingly unable to focus on their work, but he didn't say a word, fantasizing about Granger refusing him his much needed relief. Granger noticed his inattentiveness and got quite irritated, again launching into a tirade about lazy boys. Her bad temper fit in well with Theo's imaginary scenario.
He silently moaned and bend over at an especially bad twinge from his lower abdomen. His left hand wandered down to his crotch to give himself an urgently needed squeeze. Merlin, he was getting hard again!
“Are you even listening?”, Granger fumed, “you're as bad as Ron! Why do I always end up doing you boys' work for you?”
Theo's bladder spasmed and a small squirt escaped into his briefs. He gasped and desperately pressed his legs together. Suddenly, he realized that he was about to loose it for real. Right there. It felt like the most terrifying and at the same time the most exciting thing that could possibly happen to him. Then his brain started working again. He couldn't have a real accident in public! Staggering, Theo got to his feet. Granger was still complaining about the Weasel's short attention span or something. “Sorry, I really gotta go to the bathroom!”, he muttered. He ignored Granger's protest and, his hand pressed to his groin, quickly made his way over to the exit.
Luckily, there was a boy's room just across the hallway, Theo ran over and burst inside. The sight of the row of urinals made his bladder twitch and he felt another squirt dampen his already quite wet briefs some more. Theo made a step towards the urinals and panicky fumbled with his belt, then he stopped. Jumping in place, he turned around to the toilet stalls to make sure he really was alone. None was occupied. Theo bit his lip, then he made a decision and hobbled over to the nearest stall. With a sigh, he pushed the door shut behind himself.
Then he removed the hand that was still firmly pressed to his groin and looked down at himself. He felt like he was bursting, yet it was surprisingly difficult to overcome years of training and just let go. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He slowly exhaled and tried to relax. Suddenly, he felt the hot wetness seep through his briefs and spread on his chest all the way up to his navel. He gasped. His stiff member was pointing straight up.
Once he had started, he wouldn't have been able to close his floodgates again even if he had tried. The piss soaked the bottom half of his shirt and the front of his pants, began to run down his legs and into his shoes. His trousers turned a glittering dark with wetness. It reached the bottom of his pants legs and gushed out, pooling around his feet. Theo tried to slow down his stream so the fabric had more time to soak it all up. He felt that kind of sensation like he was about to cum right as he was peeing.
Theo moaned aloud. He got a little dizzy and had to lean against the cubicle wall. Panting, he let the last of his piss flow out of him. Merlin's knickers! He had never come before without even touching himself!
When he had caught his breath, he looked down at his completely soaked trousers. He shifted around a bit to savour the feeling, but the piss was cooling off fast and his pants were already getting clammy. Theo sighed.
Then he remembered that Granger was probably already impatiently waiting for his return. For a second he had the horrible vision of her storming into the boy's room to drag him back to work, wet trousers and all. He hurriedly cast a cleaning spell on himself and vanished the puddle on the floor, then he stepped over to the sinks to wash his hands and quickly got out of the loo.
A surprisingly meek Granger greeted him back in the library: “Sorry, I didn't realize you actually had to go bad. Why didn't you say so?”
Theo just silently sat down besides her again. Of cause, his pants were completely dry now, but just knowing what he had done in them not a minute ago made running around in these trousers feel so wicked! Theo's member was still stiff as a board. A silent moan escaped him as he nervously shifted around in his chair, overwhelmed by the feeling of complete naughtiness. Granger eyed him, confused and already growing impatient again. Theo quickly composed himself.
He couldn't really concentrate on their work anymore, though, and finally a somewhat irritated Granger gave up and they decided to finish their presentation the next day. |
Sorry, not much omorashi in this chapter, but I promise the next one will make up for it.
Friday, November the 12thDraco had spend most of the evening thinking over his idea and by morning he had it all figured out. He just needed Theo's help.
Like usual, Theo went to the loo before their potions lesson, and made sure Draco went with him. Draco was still a bit embarrassed that Theo would remind him of his bathroom needs, though today he followed him in without complains. Once inside, Theo immediately headed for the urinals, but Draco cornered him. He grabbed him by his arm and shoved him into one of the cubicles, pushing him against the wall.
“You're not normally that eager!”, Theo grinned, surprised, “I really gotta piss, you know? I haven't been to the loo since yesterday evening”, then he pressed a passionate kiss on Draco's lips. Draco could feel Theo's stiffie through his pants.
“Like that doesn't turn you on even more, you little pervert!”, he whispered and returned the kiss, but when Theo's hands wandered down and tried to get into Draco's trousers, he quickly grabbed them and forced them away.
“Wait!”, he grinned, “there is something I wanted to ask you. I need you to do me a real big favour!”
Theo's naughty hands went back to Draco's pants.
“Not that kind of favour!”, Draco laughed and tried to catch them.
“OK, I'll do it!”, Theo grinned and kissed him again.
“Don't you want to know what it is first?”
“No”, Theo purred. When had those bad hands unbuckled Draco's belt?
“I need you to help me break into Professor Snape's office.”
That sobered Theo up alright. “Have you gone completely insane?”, he spluttered, “no way!”
“Look, I've worked it all out! We ask Professor Snape for some volunteer work to improve our grades and earn some extra house points“, Draco explained, “and then you distract him so I can sneak into his office unnoticed. I just need some potion ingredients, I'll be only a second!”
“You are mad!”, said Theo. Strong words from someone who enjoyed peeing his pants.
“Well, do you want that Granger Mudblood get a better grade than you again this year?”
“No, my dad would skin me”, Theo admitted, “but that's not the point! Merlin's pants, Snape will kill us both and then he gets us in detention for all eternity!”
“You already promised”, Draco pointed out.
“No way, I'm not suicidal!”
“Fine, I'm doing it on my own then!”, Draco said angrily and turned around.
“Wait-”, Theo begged and embraced him from behind.
Draco brushed off Theo's arms and marched out of the cubicle. He turned towards the door.
“Wait!”, Theo repeated urgently and made a step after him, then he abruptly stopped, crossed his legs and grabbed himself. “Dragon dung!”, he muttered and hurriedly shuffled over to the urinal just as Draco stepped out on the corridor. Grinning to himself, Draco went over to the classroom and sat down at his usual place in the row behind Crabbe and Goyle. “Morning”, he said. The two turned around and happily greeted him. Draco had refused to let them copy his potions homework for a whole week – it had done wonders to reduce the two to their proper deferential state again. Neither of them would even mention the incident on the girl's toilet anymore, though Draco was still a bit pissed and considered withholding his homework for another week.
Theo joined them and sat down besides Draco. “I'm sorry”, he murmured. When Draco didn't reply, Theo shut up as well, which was just fine by Draco. If the traitor wouldn't help, Draco sure didn't need to hear his yammering.
They spend the lesson working in silence, occasionally catching each other at staring at the other, both pretending to be mad. Even so, Professor Snape praised the quality of their potion, which was a sign of how good a team the two had become.
Still, Draco was surprised that Theo got up as well and fell in besides him when after class he approached the teacher's desk. “What do you want?”, Draco silently hissed at him.
“I'm not letting you do this”, Theo whispered back.
Then they both fell silent as the Professor had noticed them. “Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Nott, can I help you?”
If that snitch wanted to rat him out, let him! Draco was not going to back down! He said: “Professor, I wanted to ask if maybe you had some extra work I could help with outside class-”
“That both of us could help with!”, Theo interrupted him.
“That we both could help with”, Draco agreed with a mistrustful glance at his friend, “to improve our grades and to earn some of the house points back that I lost.”
Professor Snape looked them over sceptically. “You two gentlemen are volunteering for extra work?”, he asked. Draco thought the Professor really didn't have to sound that cynical about the suggestion. Sure, it wasn't exactly common for either of them to step forward like this, but still!
“Yes, Sir.”
The Professor thought about it for a moment. He ventured: “Professor Sprout is running low on fertilizer. You could help brew some for her.”
Theo grimaced, though he nodded his agreement just as Draco did.
“Good. Report to the potions lab in the afternoon – and bring your gloves!”
* * *
After their last lesson of the day – Defense Against the Dark Arts, which they both kind of liked, though now that Professor Lupin was back, they only learned about dull stuff again, not exciting things like werewolves, and Draco and Theo both missed Professor Snape – the two made their way down to the dungeons.
Theo had been trying to talk Draco out of his plan all day.
“Look, I'm doing this with out without your help!”, Draco told him, “are you gonna rat on me or not?”
“Of cause I won't!”, Theo said, hurt.
“So you're gonna help me then”, Draco decided.
Theo looked at him darkly, though he gave up on trying to change Draco's mind. If Draco absolutely had to get himself into life-long detention, so be it, but he was not going to help him with that!
Professor Snape awaited them in their classroom, he had already prepared two big cauldrons in the front of the room.
“Ah, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Nott, there you are. You can begin right away!”, he greeted them, “I assume you remember how to make dragon dung fertilizer?”
“Yes, Sir”, the two said, less than thrilled.
The Professor had Theo come to the blackboard. Then he made Draco recite the recipe while Theo noted it down. It was easy enough. Stew some mandrake. Add more water and seven parts of dragon dung, put in a sloth brain and two rat spleens. Slightly toast a dragonfly thorax over the fire before you add it. Constantly stir while the mix cooks. Try not to choke on the smell. Take off the heat when it becomes gooey.
“Well, you have everything here you need”, Professor Snape pointed at the prepared reagents on the teacher's desk and a huge barrel in the corner, “Your recipe was for size two cauldrons, these are size eight, so you will have to to use four times the amount for the reagents!”
“Yes, Professor.”
Professor Snape made them correct the numbers on the blackboard – the Professor had to deal with Mudblood Gryffindors and other imbeciles all the time, so he occasionally forgot that some of his students actually could count – but once he was sure they had their numbers right, he told them to get going.
They began with the mandrake. While it stewed, they prepared the other ingredients. At last, they put on their gloves and went to weigh up the dragon dung. Its awful stink filled the room the second Theo lifted the barrel's lid.
“Thank you so much for this experience”, he whispered to Draco while he shoveled twenty-eight pounds of dragon dung in the vat they had placed on the scales.
“I didn't force you to come!”
“Yeah.”
Together, they carried the vat over to the first cauldron and lifted it up to dump the vile contents into the boiling water. Then they repeated the process for the second batch – Theo insisted that this time the rewarding task of filling the vat fell to Draco.
Professor Snape made sure they prepared the correct amount of each ingredient, but he apparently was just as keen as Theo and Draco to oversee the whole procedure. He hardly waited until they had filled the second cauldron with dragon dung, when he asked if they had any more questions about the brew. Since neither of them did, the Professor informed them that he had some urgent business to attend to elsewhere but that he would be back shortly. In the meantime they should fetch Professor Sprout from the teachers' lounge if there were any problems. He hardly waited for their nods before he was out of the room.
“Great!”, Draco immediately seized the opportunity, “keep a lookout at the door!”
“No! You're going to get us both into real big trouble!”, Theo said, alarmed.
Draco didn't listen, he just went over to the door to Professor Snape's office. He tried the handle without success, then he bowed down to inspect the lock. He got out his wand.
“You're mad! What if it's got a ward on it!”, Theo hissed.
“Alohomora!”, Draco exclaimed as he pointed his wand at the lock. It audibly clicked. “Just warn me if the Professor gets back!”, he said with a grin and tried the handle again, this time the door opened and he quickly slipped inside.
“No!”, Theo cried after him, but it was to no avail, “dragon dung”, he muttered. He angrily stared at the passageway, then he went over to the entrance to keep a lookout after all. What else was he to do?
Draco took his sweet time while Theo was sweating blood from worry. He constantly ran to stir the cauldrons and back to his lookout post at the door again. Finally, Draco reappeared. He silently closed the office door behind him and cast a locking spell on it, then he ran over to his school bag to stuff some dried plants into it.
He grinned: “Got everything!”
“You're completely insane! Isn't that Aconite? That's highly poisonous! What do you even need Wolfsbane for?”, Theo huffed.
“Oh come on, everything went according to plan!”, Draco said smugly, gleefully he explained: “I'm gonna get back at Potter. I'm-”
“You know what, I changed my mind. I don't want to know!”, Theo interrupted him.
“I'm not gonna hurt him for real or anything”, Draco muttered, defensively.
“I don't want to know.”
Theo was done arguing. This was getting insane and he didn't want anything to do with it. Draco looked at him almost disappointed, like Theo was the mad one. They continued their work in silence.
After an hour or so, just when the dragon dung fertilizer was starting to thicken, Professor Snape returned accompanied by Professor Sprout. Snape asked them if there had been any problems. “No, Sir”, they quickly said.
Theo felt awfully guilty. He nervously watched the Professor as he went over to unlock the door to his office and disappeared inside. Theo just knew there had been a ward and they were in deep dragon shit up to their necks. A moment later Professor Snape emerged from his office again with a pair of gloves in his hands. He put them on and went over to inspect their brews. He hadn't noticed anything amiss! Theo just stared at him, he couldn't believe their luck.
“Stop looking so guilty!”, Draco silently hissed, “are you trying to give us away?”
Theo quickly looked down, but the Professors either hadn't taken any notice or they thought it was the stench of the fertilizer that had made Theo look so queasy.
Once the brews had become completely gooey, they turned off the fires and the Professors enchanted the two cauldrons with a levitation charm. Snape pointed out to Professor Sprout that Theo and Draco had volunteered to help out. Professor Sprout looked surprised, though she thanked them both for their hard work. She told them this would reflect well on their Herbology grades, then she turned around and left, the stinking cauldrons lazily floating after her.
Professor Snape didn't bother with a thanks. He made them clean up the classroom and when they were done he just told them that they were free to leave. At least he was only his normal grouchy self and hadn't caught them. Theo thought them more than lucky for that. |
Monday, November 15th
When Theo and Draco entered the Great Hall for breakfast, Granger spotted them and immediately called Theo over. He had been supposed to meet with her the previous Friday to finish their Muggle studies presentation but had stood her up when he went to help Draco. He honestly had forgotten. When he had remembered, it had been too late and he hadn't known what to do. So Theo had successfully avoided her all weekend. She didn't look happy. Sheepishly, he went over, Draco tagging along after him.
“Where have you been on Friday?”, she asked.
“Sorry... I got detention from Professor Snape. I couldn't make it”, Theo quickly said. It was only a small lie.
“And you couldn't even send me a note?”
“I forgot.”
“All weekend?”
Potter and Weasley had turned around to give him hostile stares as well.
“I had other important homework to do”, he said weakly.
“Well, I almost finished our presentation while you slacked off!”
While the trio was looking at Theo, Draco seized the opportunity and sneaked around them. He was getting out a small vial from his pocket. Theo's eyes grew wide in horror. “NO!”, he yelled, but Draco just grinned at him evilly as he uncorked the vial and poured a small amount of its content into Potter's pumpkin juice. Theo realized that Potter, Weasley and Granger all stared at him, confused by his outbreak. He caught himself: “I... I mean I didn't slack off! I went through that article about Electricity again-”
“Which we won't use because it is all wrong!”, Granger interrupted.
Theo's eyes didn't leave Draco, who was leaning over to spike Weasley's drink as well. Just then Weasley started to turn around to see what Theo was staring at. “Weasley! Help me here! Your dad wrote that article! Tell her!”, Theo squeaked.
Weasley stopped and turned his attention back to him. He pointed out: “My dad collects plugs.”
Draco emptied the rest of the vial's content into Weasley's pumpkin juice.
“Exactly!”, Theo hastily agreed, “he is an expert!”
Somehow, the trio didn't seem to think so. Granger looked almost appalled by his logic, while Weasley and Potter seemed mostly embarrassed for Mr. Weasley. Meanwhile, Draco had pocketed the now empty vial again and, with an evil grin, backed off. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Draco was so getting himself expelled from school and Theo was his accomplice!
Potter grabbed his juice and took a small sip, Theo saw it all like in slow motion. He had the mad urge to slap the glass out of Potter's hand. Suddenly, he realized that he probably didn't want to be there when Potter keeled over. Or exploded. Or something. He had to get away!
He murmured: “A... anyways, how about we finish our presentation this afternoon?”
“You'll better be there this time!”, Granger threatened.
“I will!”, Theo promised.
He quickly retreated and ran over to the Slytherin table. Draco was already seated and looked extremely pleased with himself.
“You did great!”, he beamed at Theo as Theo sat down besides him.
“You're going to get us both expelled!”, Theo silently hissed back at him.
Draco just laughed.
“What did you put into their drinks anyways?”, Goyle asked. Draco had banned them all from their shared bedroom all Saturday to brew his secret potion, but he had not told any of them what it actually was.
“Just watch the two, the show will begin soon enough”, Draco said smugly. He bowed over to Theo and whispered: “Especially you! You'll love it!”
Theo eyed him, worried. What with all the innuendo? He secretly watched Potter and Weasley, both had already emptied their pumpkin juices and had gotten seconds. Theo expected them to choke or turn into frogs or whatever any second, but they finished their breakfast and still nothing had happened.
When Potter, Weasley and Granger got up to get to their class, Theo and Draco rose as well. They shared their first lesson, Care for Magical Creatures, so they followed the Gryffindors. It gave Theo plenty of opportunity to continue to watch them and worry while they walked. Nothing. Maybe Draco had made a mistake with the potion? Theo secretly eyed him, but that smug smile was still on Draco's face like before.
* * *
On their way down to the forest outskirts, where Hagrid held his classes, Harry, Ron and Hermione talked about today's subject, the common puffskein. Ever since that lesson with the hippogriffs and Malfoy's stupid accident Hagrid had been scared and only brought the most harmless – and most boring – animals imaginable to class. Like flobberworms. Or puffskeins.
“They are like the dullest pets imaginable. They lie around and do nothing all day”, Ron just said. Depressed, he added: “A bit like Scabbers.”
Ron had owned a puffskein when he was a small boy.
“I read they are scavengers and they hunt spiders and other small prey”, Hermione added.
“I mostly fed it leftovers. And George said it used its long tongue to eat my bogeys in my sleep, but I think he was lying.”
“Eww”, Harry and Hermione laughed.
When they arrived at the enclosure at the outskirts of the forbidden forest, Hagrid was already awaiting them. He had a big basket filled with funny-looking custard-colored furballs about the size of a palm with him.
“Hi, Hagrid!”, the trio greeted him and Hagrid happily waved back at them.
“Those are puffskeins”, Ron needlessly informed them.
Hagrid had brought one for each student, he began handing them out to the class. Ron's immediately started to purr as he stroked its fur. Hermione and Harry held theirs a bit awkwardly in their hands, just like most students. Malfoy looked almost disgusted by the thing as Hagrid handed him the small creature, but then, so did Ron.
Once all students had their puffskeins, Hagrid began to explain the little critters and how to properly care for them at great length. “You can basically do whatever you want with the thing. It won't mind”, Ron muttered under his breath, impatiently stepping from one foot to the other, “you can even drop it to the ground or throw it around. Just don't use it for Bludger practice!”
“Ron! You didn't!”, Hermione whispered back.
“Fred did.”
Harry didn't really listen to their exchange nor to Hagrid's long-winded explanations, he was more preoccupied with his sudden need to go to the loo. It had hit him completely out of the blue, he hadn't had to go twenty minutes ago when they had left the castle. And then, suddenly, his bladder told him that it was getting really, really full. He didn't even know why, he hadn't had that much pumpkin juice for breakfast. He squirmed and surreptitiously crossed his legs.
Hagrid was just holding up a puffskein to show the class its tiny teeth and explaining about the more dangerous fanged breed. Harry eyed the tiny face of the puffskein in his hand and tried to make it open its mouth. It just purred at him. Harry moaned and hopped from one foot to the other, he felt like his need to pee grew worse every second. Just as he couldn't stand it any longer and was about to raise his hand to ask to be excused, Ron beat him to it.
“Can' yeh wait? Lesson's over in 'alf an hour”, Hagrid asked.
“No!”, Ron whined.
“Yeh gotta pee on a tree 'n, 's no bathroom 'ere”, Hagrid said.
Ron didn't seem to mind, he just pushed his puffskein into Harry's hands and immediately ran off in the direction of the trees, followed by the laughter of Malfoy and his gang.
“I really got to go, too, Hagrid!”, Harry said, urgently. He hardly waited for Hagrid's response before he shoved the two puffskeins onto Hermione and rushed after Ron, prompting the class to laugh even more.
Harry didn't care right then. Once he had reached the first trees, he dashed behind some bushes to get some semblance of privacy and hurriedly tugged at his belt. Ron was already relieving himself against a nearby tree, the sound of his forceful stream splattering against the bark almost made Harry loose it. He jumped in place while he fought his stubborn belt. Finally he managed to unbuckle it and yanked down his pants. He grabbed his tool and aimed it at the next tree. Then, with a very relieved sigh, he let go. He peed a whole lot, too. Harry decided that he probably had had to go back at breakfast already and just hadn't paid attention to his bladder.
He just shook off the last drops when Ron walked past him. Harry quickly pulled his pants up and went back with him. The stupid Slytherins were still chuckling when they rejoined class. Like Malfoy never had had to take a piss at an awkward time!
Hermione handed them back their puffskeins, she whispered: “Why didn't you two go before class?”
“Because I didn't have to go then”, Ron muttered, defensive. He sounded a bit like the small kid Harry felt like right then.
Hagrid continued his painstaking walk-through of the proper care of puffskeins. Harry listened anxiously and caught himself looking at the clock more and more. He already felt like he had to pee again! Finally, finally, Hagrid told them about their homework and was about to dismiss class. They were supposed to take care of the puffskein till their next lesson.
Malfoy harrumphed and muttered: “I'm gonna feed that stupid thing to my owl!” His friends laughed.
“What do I do if Crookshanks doesn't like him?”, Hermione asked. Harry silently groaned. He listened with crossed legs while Hagrid gave all of them some tips on how to deal with cats or other pets that might not like the puffskein. Then they were finally free to go.
Harry handed Hermione his puffskein again. “Can you hold it for a moment?”
“Why?”, she asked as she took it.
“I really gotta pee!”
“But you just went-”, she said, but Harry was already running towards the forest. She looked after him, confused. Then Ron pushed his puffskein on her, too, and rushed for the trees as well.
* * *
Ron did not know what was wrong with him and Harry. Ever since breakfast they had had to piss like constantly. He had not even drunken more than half a glass of pumpkin juice at lunch, and yet he hadn't made it through their transfiguration lesson without a toilet break. Luckily, Professor McGonagall would allow him to go use the loo, if grudgingly. Harry even had had to ask her to be excused twice, he was lucky the Professor liked him. Ron spared himself that humiliation at least, even though he had run out of the classroom and straight for the nearest bathroom the second the school bell rang. He made it only barely, too.
Their next lesson was Potions. Snape didn't like them. Besides, he was an ass and he didn't allow anyone to be excused from his class, not even his Slytherin students. Ron was still deliberating how he was going to get through his lesson as they entered the classroom.
“I'm quickly going to the loo, I gotta go again already!”, Harry told him as he deposited his schoolbag at their bench in the back. He looked at Ron questioningly.
“I'm coming, too”, Ron said quickly. He told himself it was just to make sure. He had just went no ten minutes ago and yet he already felt like he might have to go again soon. Harry impatiently stepped from one foot to the other as he waited for Ron to put his things down and follow him to the boys' room just across from their classroom.
When they stepped onto the corridor, they almost ran into Malfoy and his gang. The dragon shit seemed to be in an especially good mood today. “Going to the potty, Potter?”, he grinned as Harry made a beeline for the bathroom door, “and you're assisting him, Weasel?” His goons laughed stupidly. Ron ignored them and pushed past Malfoy to vanish into the bathroom as well.
Harry was already standing at the first urinal and pulling down his pants. With a relieved sigh he started to release a huge torrent of piss. Just the sound of it splattering against the porcelain was enough to make Ron's badder twitch. He stepped besides Harry and quickly unzipped his pants as well, then he started peeing.
“We should just have skipped Potions”, he muttered.
“No way, Snape has already seen us!”, Harry whispered back as he finished, “I'm just off detention, he would skin me alive!”
He was right, of cause. And it was only a single lesson, surely they could make it, right? Ron squeezed out the last drops of pee and stepped away from the urinal. He washed his hands, then he and Harry went back to their potions classroom.
Just as they entered the school bell rang and Professor Snape shot them an annoyed glare. They quickly went over to their places and sat down.
“Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, how nice of you to honour us with your presence!”, Snape said acidly, “now that everybody is here finally, maybe we can start with today's subject, the Girding Potion. Miss Bulstrode, would you please come to the front?”
The first half of the lesson wasn't all bad. Boring, but not all bad. Millicent Bulstrode, an ugly Slytherin girl, gave a lengthy presentation on the effects of the Girding Potion and how to brew it. Ron listened half-heartedly and took some notes. The potion was supposed to increase ones endurance for several weeks after its consumption. His bladder gave him a nudge, asking to be emptied. Ron bit his lips, he could use some endurance today! Just let this lesson end already! His bladder really was feeling awfully full.
Harry leaned over, he whispered: “I gotta pee.”
“Me, too”, Ron silently groaned.
Finally, the stupid girl stopped talking and they could start with their potions. Getting up and moving around made Ron's urge to pee more bearable and for a short while, he almost managed to forget about his aching bladder.
He was rudely reminded of it once they had finished preparing the ingredients and had to set up their cauldrons. The sound of running water made him groan and he had to grab himself as he filled their cauldron with water. He nervously stepped from one foot to the other as he waited for it to fill up. On his way back to his place, he passed Malfoy's table.
“Gonna show us more of your potty dance, Weasley?”, Malfoy asked. His goons sniggered.
Ron felt himself blush. “Shut up, Malfoy!”
He forced himself to walk casually the rest of the way. He sat the cauldron on the fireplace and eased himself into his chair. Once hidden by the table, he immediately crossed his legs and a small sigh escaped his lips. Harry shot him a pained glance and Ron returned it worriedly. Harry seemed to be even worse off than him. He was hunched over in his seat, slightly rocking back and forth, his legs firmly pressed together.
Ron quickly turned on the fire and threw one set of fairy wings into the cauldron. He anxiously started to scissor his knees while he impatiently waited for the potion to start boiling. He had to piss so bad!
Malfoy and his stupid friends had noticed their predicament and he kept on glancing over to Harry and Ron and waving at them gleefully. Ron so hated that little dragon turd!
Ron added the first measure of doxy eggs to their brew and started to stir it. Harry moaned silently. Ron tried not to look too much at the swirling liquid either while he continued to toss in more doxy eggs. It was bad. Once all the eggs were in, he turned down the heat and put the ladle aside. He gave his member a much needed squeeze and sighed silently. There was no way he could make it.
Hesitantly, he raised his hand. Professor Snape took his sweet time before he finally saw him. “Yes, Mr. Weasley? Is there a problem?”
“May I please be excused, Professor? I need to go to the loo.”
“No, Mr. Weasley. You should have gone before my lesson”, Snape told him.
Malfoy poked his tongue at Ron and sniggered. Ron silently cursed under his breath. Hermione was glancing over to him, too, worried. Ron tried to straighten himself up as good as the pain in his lower abdomen would allow. He continued to scissor his legs.
A few minutes later, their potion had cooled down enough for them to mix in the ground up dragonfly thoraxes. Then they had to heat it again and stir until the brew turned blue. It was agony.
Harry wasn't doing so well either. He had his legs crossed and was shifting around on his chair constantly. The expression on his face was one of pure concentration. Just as Ron looked over, Harry raised his hand.
Professor Snape pretended he didn't see.
“Professor!”, Harry begged.
Snape looked up, his eyes searching the classroom, pretending he didn't see Harry. Finally, his eyes narrowed upon Harry. “Yes, Mr. Potter?”, he drawled.
“I really have to go to the bathroom! Please, I need to be excused, Sir!”
“I already told Mr. Weasley, you should have taken care of your business before! No, Mr. Potter!”
“It's an emergency, Professor!”
“Do I need to repeat myself again?”
“No, Sir”, Harry muttered and slumped down in his seat.
Ron whispered: “You OK?”
“I'm not gonna make it”, Harry whined. He had both hands pressed firmly to his groin.
“It's only twenty more minutes”, Ron tried to calm him. It didn't sound reassuring even to his own ears. Ron crossed his legs and tried to concentrate on the next step in making their potion. Was it boil and add three flying seahorses or add the seahorses and then boil? He nervously sifted through his notes. Harry's constant fidgeting and moaning was distracting him and making his own need to pee worse. Suddenly, Ron felt a small squirt escape and dampen his boxers. He desperately pressed his legs together and moved a hand down to help.
Malfoy was staring over and laughing constantly, he thought this funny. His stupid friend Nott was gawking, too. Ron moaned. He was so going to beat up that pile of dragon shit – and he wouldn't even use magic!
“Professor Snape!”, Harry's voice jolted him from his violent phantasies, “I have to be excused to go to the loo! Please, Professor! I can't wait any longer!”
“Five points from Gryffindor. I already told you, no, Mr. Potter!”
Harry whimpered. He bend over and started sniveling quietly, his hands pressed to his groin like his life depended on it.
“Only ten minutes”, Ron whispered. He had to hold himself as well.
Harry didn't answer. He just squirmed, then all of the sudden he gave a silent gasp and Harry started crying for real. A tiny hissing sound told Ron why and that Harry had lost his battle, though in Ron's ears the hissing was like thunder. His bladder spasmed fiercely and suddenly the hand in his groin felt wet. He desperately tried to stem the flow, but he couldn't. Hearing Harry piss himself and seeing his trousers turn dark from the pee, watching the first drips start to fall to the ground from his pants legs, it was just too much to bear, Ron removed his futile grip on his member. It felt SO good to finally let go.
At the same time, he was so embarrassed, he hoped he would die. He let his forehead drop onto the tabletop. The hot piss spread in his boxers and began to run down his legs. It soaked into his socks and shoes, then it started to trickle to the floor and added to the fast-growing puddle of Harry's pee.
Malfoy snorted and began to laugh uncontrollably. “Professor Snape! Professor Snape! Weasley is wetting his pants!”
The whole class turned to him and started to laugh.
“Potter has peed his pants, too!”, some kid piped in.
Everybody was staring at them. And Ron was still fucking peeing! He couldn't stop peeing! He really wished he would sink into the floor. But he didn't. Finally, when his exhausted bladder had relieved itself from all its content and the angry stream slowed down to a trickle, Ron finally managed to stop wetting.
“Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley!”, Snape's cold voice cut through the laughter, irritated.
Ron slowly raised his head to face his teacher. Snape was staring at them.
He hissed: “To the front, both of you!”
Ron hesitated, he could see the anger in Snape's eyes. He swallowed hard and took a look down at the damage to his pants – they were completely soaked. Slowly, he got up and moved to the side to let Harry out as well. Harry stepped on the aisle after him, he looked like he was going to be sick. He awkwardly started to waddle towards the teacher's desk, Ron followed him. A huge, wet spot covered the back of Harry's work robe from his butt downwards. Ron knew his didn't look any better. As they walked past them, their classmates sniggered and laughed and silently chanted jeers of “Potty Potter!”. Someone added “Weasley whizzes!” to the chorus.
Harry and Ron lined up in front of the Professor's desk, embarrassedly staring down at their feet. They were in perfect view of everyone.
“Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley”, Snape snarled.
Ron raised his eyes to face him, but he didn't withstand the scrutinising gaze of his teacher for more than a few seconds. He quickly looked back down at his toes again. There wasn't just annoyance in the man's eyes, it was disgust.
“You two are dismissed for today. Get your things, go to your dormitories and change your clothes”, Snape told them, “you both get a 'D' for not finishing your Girding potion.”
“Yes, Sir”, they murmured.
They turned around and quickly marched back to their table. Malfoy was having a real fit, Ron hoped the ass would choke on his laughter. Hermione was watching them, looking worried, though she didn't dare say anything. At least she and Neville weren't laughing. Professor Snape followed the two to back to their table. While they packed their things, he got out his wand. One wave of it, and the puddle on the floor vanished. A second wave and so did the unfinished potion in their cauldron. For some reason, the Professor didn't seem to think of treating them or their clothes to a cleaning charm as well, he put his wand away again and just stood there, glaring down on them.
Ron shot another glance at Hermione – she looked back sadly – then he and Harry fled the classroom.
The laughter finally subsided as Ron pushed the door shut behind them. He leaned against it heavily. “Please kill me, Harry!”
“Can you cast that cleaning charm again like on Hallowe'en?”, Harry asked. He looked down the thankfully deserted corridor and then back at his soaked trousers, scared.
Ron shook his head. He admitted: “That was Hermione. I don't know any cleaning spells.”
Neither did Harry. Luckily, classes were still on and they almost made it all the way to the Gryffindor tower unseen. Almost. They were nearly there when on the sixth floor they ran into a group of seventh-year Ravenclaw girls, they didn't have time to hide either. The girls gawked at Harry and Ron as the two ran past them, but at least they didn't laugh. The two just continued to run the rest of the way. Panting, they arrived at the painting of the Fat Lady.
“Fortuna... Major!”, Harry gasped.
“Oh, in such a hurry?”, the Fat Lady asked, then her eyes narrowed on their trousers, “a little late, aren't we?”
“Fortuna Major!”, they both just shouted at her again.
Muttering to herself, she swung aside and let them in.
* * *
Theo and Draco were on their way to their Defense of the Dark Arts class, their last lesson of the day.
“I can't believe you actually did that!”, Theo said, “and you made me help you!”
“Potter so had it coming! It's just a harmless revenge prank, anyways!”, Draco grinned. He eyed Theo from the side, “come on, admit it already! You were so turned on in Potions!”
“Fuck you!”, Theo silently retorted. He could feel himself blush. It had been kinda hot to watch Potter and Weasley in their desperation, just thinking back to how they both had wet themselves gave him a boner again. But what Draco and he had done was still wrong! Poisoning another student, that was crossing a line, that was like serious!
Draco just laughed.
A short distance ahead, Potter and Weasley, looking rather wretched, exited the boys' room and turned in the direction of their classroom as well. Theo watched them awkwardly. “Are you sure it's harmless? They're going an awful lot!”, he whispered.
Draco shrugged. “Sure. I think so.”
“We're gonna get found out! We're so deep in dragon shit right now!”
“Nobody is going to find out!”, Draco told him, smug.
They both fell silent as they almost ran into Professor Lupin when they turned a corner. Theo felt himself melt under the Professor's probing eyes. He shot Draco a worried glance, he knew they were done for. But then the Professor just smiled at them: “Good afternoon, boys! Everything alright, Theo?”
“Yes, Professor! Of cause!”, Theo croaked.
Draco glared at him like it was Theo's fault he was such a crappy liar.
Professor Lupin didn't seem to take notice of their silent exchange. “I saw you're back at the Quidditch field, Draco. Your arm is full healed, then? Excited to be back in the game?”, he asked as they walked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Who do you think will win next week's match? Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw?”
“Ravenclaw!”, they both agreed.
“You'll face the winner, won't you?”
“Yeah, but not in ages!”, Draco complained.
Theo added: “We only play after the Christmas break.”
They entered the classroom just as the school bell rang.
“Well, you'll better train hard till then!”
“We'll flatten them!”, Draco declared.
“I'm sure you will. Now hurry to your places!”, Professor Lupin said. Theo shyly returned the Professor's smile before he turned around and ran after Draco. Draco didn't like Professor Lupin much and he often made fun of the Professor's shabby clothing and poor appearance behind his back. He mostly did it because he resented the Professor for favouring Potter. Theo kind of understood Draco, but on the other hand the man was nice to all his students. He wasn't a bad Defense teacher either – not as good as Professor Snape would have been, of cause. Still, Theo actually liked him a little.
Theo and Draco sat down at their table. At first, the lesson progressed as normal. Know-it-all Granger gave a short – or in her case not-so-short – recap of what they had learned about the hinkypunk the previous week. The creature was mostly harmless and boring, although it could throw fireballs if cornered. Only a complete idiot would fall prey to it.
Then Professor Lupin told them about this week's subject, the grindylow, a kind of minor water demon. The small, sickly-green creature was sitting in a fish tank in the front of the room, pressing its face against the wall and making faces at the class. Of cause, the professor had had to bring a live one, he liked his lessons to be “practical”. In that regard, he was a bit like that Hagrid fool. Theo wondered if he would bring an actual werewolf, too, once they covered that subject. He grinned at the foolish thought.
Meanwhile, Crabbe and the grindylow had entered a staring contest and were grimacing at each other. At last, the oaf had found his intellectual equal. Theo watched the two for a while while he listened to Professor Lupin's lecture. Though, as the lesson went on, he felt his eyes drawn to Potter and Weasley more and more.
Each one had already asked to be excused once. Was it Theo's imagination or was Potter fidgeting again already? There! Now he was reaching down to grab his crotch! Just watching Potter squirm made Theo's member want to go stiff. Theo forced himself to look away and focus on Professor Lupin's lecture again.
A moment later, he caught himself staring over to Potter and the Weasel again.
Draco leaned over and whispered: “Enjoying the show?”
“N-no! I want no part in it!” Theo quickly looked away again. He awkwardly eyed his crotch, convinced his erection was showing through his pants. He quickly shifted his robe around a bit to cover it up.
Draco chuckled.
Theo forced himself to look at the grindylow instead. It made a face at him and Theo poked out his tongue at it. It wiggled around its spidery fingers and tentacles. Theo's eyes wandered back to Potter. Potter was watching the clock intently and seesawing his knees. A few times he gingerly started to raise his hand only to immediately let it sink down again and continue to stare at the clock. His other hand was wandering down to his crotch and remaining there. Potter sure had to go bad! Theo couldn't take his eyes off him. Merlin's knickers! He was having a full erection.
“Think he'll wet himself again?”, Draco whispered.
Theo shot Draco a quick glance. He was gloating. “This prank is going too far!”, Theo told him. Professor Lupin eyed him and he fell silent, looking attentive. Draco grinned. As the Professor turned his attention away again, Theo felt his eyes wander back to Potter, who was squirming visibly. He leaned over to Draco and whispered: “How long does the effect of the potion even last?”
“No idea. But the recipe said it was very potent”, Draco said, smug.
Theo quickly leaned back as the Professor looked over to them again, by now a little annoyed at their constant bickering.
“This is bad!”, Theo whispered.
Draco didn't answer, he was too intent on gloating over Potter. Potter was sitting very upright, his legs crossed and firmly pressed together, and just now he had raised a shaking hand again.
“Yes, Harry?”, Professor Lupin said.
“May I please be excused to go to the loo, Professor?”
The class chuckled.
“It's only five more minutes, Harry. I'm sure you can-”
“I can't! Honestly! Please, Professor! I must be ill. I've had to go all the time all day. I really can't! It's an emergency!”
Potter was literally shaking in his chair, his desperation was so obvious, Professor Lupin allowed him to go. Followed by the laughter of his classmates, Potter ran out. “Don't go potty in your pants again, Potter!”, Draco called after him accompanied by the other Slytherin students' chanting of “Potty Potter!”. Theo looked after Potter as well, but he didn't laugh. He felt almost bad for how much he was turned on right then. The Weasel seemed a bit anxious, too. He probably had to piss just as bad, but was too ashamed to ask.
By the time the lesson ended, Theo was sure of it. Weasley had all his things packed way before the school bell rang and was about to run out the second Professor Lupin released them for the day. The Professor stopped him: “Ron, a moment please!”
Weasley groaned audibly, but he obediently approached the teacher's desk, surreptitiously crossing his legs as he stood there. Draco grinned evilly at his predicament and Theo couldn't stop staring.
Then Professor Lupin said: “Draco, Theo, would you please stay behind a moment as well?”
Theo's heart dropped. He gave Draco a worried glance, but Draco seemed more annoyed than really concerned. His lips were still curled up in that smug grin of his. The Professor took Weasley aside and asked him if Potter was alright. Weasley, fidgeting, told him that both he and Potter constantly had had to pee all day despite going like twenty times already. Just then Potter returned. He apologized to his teacher, then he looked at the group, confused. Professor Lupin reassured him that it was alright, and told him to collect his things.
“I better get you to the Hospital Wing to have you checked out by Madam Pomfrey”, Professor Lupin thought aloud.
“May I please be excused before that?”, the Weasel desperately whined. He had one hand pressed to his crotch and was all but jumping in place.
“Of cause”, Professor Lupin said, finally realizing the boy's plight.
Weasley hurriedly ran off to the loo and Draco laughed. The Professor suddenly turned to him and Theo. “Is there anything you two want to tell me? Draco? Theo?”
He peered at them both. Draco's grin faded away and Theo swallowed, trying to avoid his teacher's stare. Expelled! They were so getting expelled! He eyed Draco in search for help.
“About what?”, Draco asked, innocent.
“Do you know anything about the cause of this strange affliction that is troubling Ron and Harry?”, Professor Lupin suggested.
Theo felt himself go ashen.
“No”, Draco said, deadpan.
“Theodore?”, the Professor asked.
Theo hurriedly shook his head, not trusting his voice.
“No? Well, maybe we should go talk to your head of house then.”
They waited for Weasley to return, then Professor Lupin led them down to the castle dungeons. They stopped at the door to Professor Snape's office, and Professor Lupin knocked.
“Yes?”, Professor Snape's voice answered.
Lupin opened the door and beckoned his four charges in before he followed them and closed the door behind himself. Professor Snape was sitting behind his desk and looked up as they entered. He seemed even more in a foul mood than usual.
“Professor Lupin”, he said icily, “what is the reason for this intrusion?”
“There has been some incident...”, Professor Lupin began. He went over to his colleague and whispered to him. Professor Snape nodded occasionally while he listened, his brows narrowed and his piercing gaze slowly wandered over his four students. “I already noticed”, he said, sneering at Potter and Weasley. Then his darkening stare returned to Draco first, before his eyes turned to Theo. When the Professor looked at him like that, Theo always felt like the man could see right into his mind. He quickly looked down to avoid those scary eyes, though he knew his guilt was written all over his face. Finally, the Professor turned to examine Potter and Weasley again. Had his face been angry as he stared at Draco and Theo, he looked outright appalled at the sight of the two Gryffindors.
“...and since they're from your house, I thought I would leave them with you”, Professor Lupin finished.
Professor Snape nodded slowly and rose from his chair. “Yes. Leave them with me.”
* * *
Professor Snape slowly went over to his students and just stared down on them. He was fully aware of the effect his gaze had on his students. Snape didn't even have to use Legilimency to see Nott was guilty of something. Malfoy looked awfully worried, too. Potter and Weasley... well, when were those two delinquents ever not up to something bad?
Lupin had told him what he had overheard. For a second, Snape's eyes wandered over to his colleague and his lips curled up in a sneer. The man sure had the ears of a wolf! He returned his attention to the boys, he remembered how much Malfoy had gloated at Potter and Weasley's shameful display earlier this afternoon. And then there was the theft from his personal stock of ingredients... Just when Malfoy and Nott happened to be there, unattended. Snape just hadn't figured out what possible use the two would have had for Aconite. Till now. Wasn't there a diuretic potion in 'Moste Potente Potions' that used Aconite?
He asked: “Did you two young gentlemen notice anything odd about Mr. Potter or Mr. Weasley today?”
Malfoy chuckled and exchanged a silent glance with Nott.
“Mr. Nott!”, Snape watched with some satisfaction as the boy visibly winced at the sound of his name, “what might someone need Wolfsbane for?”
Lupin rose an eyebrow, and looked at Snape worriedly. Snape pretended he didn't notice.
“I-I-I don't know, P-professor? I-isn't it a poison?”, Nott stammered.
“Mr. Malfoy?”, Snape shot.
“No idea, Sir”, Malfoy said.
“Professor Snape?”, Potter interrupted.
“Not now, Potter!”, Snape hissed, “Mr. Malfoy, you recently read 'Moste Potente Potions' at my suggestion, did you not?”
“Yes, Professor?”, Malfoy agreed, cautious.
“There weren't any potions in that book that needed Aconite?”
“I don't recall, Professor.”
“Professor!”, Potter cut in again. Snape shot him an annoyed glance. Of cause Potter and Weasley had to horse around, those damn delinquents couldn't remain silent for even a minute! Snape ignored them.
“Maybe something that could cause Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley's symptoms?”
“I don't know, Sir”, Malfoy insisted, though the boy had turned even paler than usual.
“So neither of you would happen to know who might have stolen some Aconite from my personal stock?”
Snape didn't miss the panicked glance Nott shot Malfoy.
“No, Sir”, Malfoy said.
Snape sighed.
“Professor Snape!”, Potter whined yet again.
“What?”, Snape snapped
“I... I... um...”, Potter stammered.
Snape stared at him angrily. The way the boy was fidgeting and holding his groin made his predicament quite obvious even without words. If Snape needed any more proof, there he had it. Snape's lips curled up and turned his annoyed stare into a sneer. “Mr. Potter”, he asked, “do you happen to have to use the bathroom?”
“Yes, Sir”, Potter murmured, embarrassed.
“What was that, Mr. Potter?”, Snape enjoyed himself.
Potter squirmed. Blushing, he said: “I really have to use the bathroom, may I please be excused, Professor?”
Snape pretended to have to think about the question before he finally agreed: “Given the circumstances, you may.”
“Professor?”, Weasley urgently piped in, one hand pressed to his groin.
“Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, you are both excused! We don't want another incident like earlier today”, Snape told them icily.
Malfoy laughed.
“Something funny, Mr. Malfoy?”, Snape inquired, turning his gaze back on his two Slytherin delinquents.
“No, Professor!”, Malfoy hurriedly assured him.
“I would hope not! Poisoning fellow students is no laughing matter, even if...”, Snape trailed off, pointedly eying the door Potter and Weasley had escaped through a moment ago, “you two brewed a dangerous potion without supervision, more so, you stole the Wolfsbane for it from my stock. And you deliberately poisoned two other students, knowing fully well of the dangers! Do you deny any of this?”
The two exchanged a glance, then they looked back at the floor.
“I am truly disappointed with both of you! You are both outstanding students, I would have expected you to know better! I should have you both expelled! Fifty points from Slytherin for each of you! You'll both serve detention starting tomorrow evening, I'll also write letters to your parents-”
Malfoy had been staring at Nott and been poking him with his elbow. Since Nott had remained silent, Malfoy now spoke up himself: “Professor, Theo had nothing to do with it. I... I did it alone! He didn't know what I was doing.”
“Is that so?”, Snape asked. He was pretty sure the boy had at least covered for his friend, though it wasn't at all like Malfoy to take all the blame himself. Nott looked like he wanted to say something, but Malfoy stopped him.
“Alright”, Snape decided, “Mr. Malfoy, you will serve detention alone then.”
“Yes, Sir”, Malfoy answered silently.
“You are both dismissed.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The boys turned to leave. At the door, Malfoy peered back at Snape. “Professor? About my parents...”
“I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy. It's a serious offense. I have to inform them.”
“Please, I'll serve double detention! Just don't tell my dad!”
The boy looked genuinely scared. Snape remembered Lucius' last visit all too well, too.
“I'm sorry”, he repeated, “I have to write to your mother.”
Malfoy nodded sadly. “I understand”, he eyed Snape shyly, “thank you, Sir!” Then he quickly slipped out of the door. |
Thanks! You'll see more of Harry in the future.
But back to the Slytherin delinquents. I'm afraid, fate doesn't smile on poor Draco right now...
Tuesday, November 16thIn the evening, Draco went down to Professor Snape's office to report for his detention. Theo had insisted on accompanying him there, all the way he was clenching his wand in his hand, he looked awfully worried. He probably feared Draco's dad might be with Professor Snape again – Draco himself half expected his dad to be waiting for him. But when he opened the door, the Professor was alone in his office, sitting behind his desk. He beckoned Draco in.
Theo mistrustfully peered into the office like he expected Draco's dad to jump out from behind an armchair any second. He eyed Draco questioningly and Draco told him: “See you tonight!” It felt kind of nice to see Theo so concerned for him, but Theo was only going to get them both into even bigger trouble if he didn't lower the wand soon he was still pointing in the general direction of Professor Snape and leave. “Go!”, Draco silently mouthed at him. Theo slowly nodded and finally turned around to walk back in the direction of their dorms. Draco looked after him a moment, then he entered the office and closed the door behind himself.
Professor Snape didn't offer him a seat, so Draco stood in front of his desk.
“You're late, Mr. Malfoy”, the Professor declared.
Draco had come down here right after dinner, besides the Professor hadn't even told him a specific time, but he knew it was no use arguing. Professor Snape was really angry with him, he had already let him feel that in Potions this afternoon. He hadn't even told Draco yet how many hours of detention he intended to give him – or if Draco would ever get off detention again, for that matter. For just a tiny bit of well-deserved revenge – and Potter and the Weasel had both done worse to him and gone unpunished – but everybody acted like Draco had tried to kill them. He had hoped at least Professor Snape would see his side, but no, not when it was about precious Potter, in the end everybody always sided with stupid Potter! Draco felt like screaming.
Instead, he muttered: “Sorry, Sir. It won't happen again.”
Professor Snape eyed him gloomily and rose from his chair. “Your mother asked me to give this to you, Mr. Malfoy”, he said and held out a red envelope to Draco.
Draco took it with shaky hands and examined it from all sides, timidly looked up to Professor Snape, then back down to the envelope, which was getting hotter in his hands every passing second and by now had started to smoke on the edges. A howler. His parents never had send him a howler before.
“Do open it”, the Professor suggested.
Draco hesitantly broke the seal and immediately the letter exploded in his mother's voice:
“DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY! I RECEIVED THE LETTER FROM SEVERUS LAST NIGHT, POISONING ANOTHER STUDENT, I AM SURPRISED YOU DIDN'T GET EXPELLED ...”,
its yells made the jars on the shelf on the back wall rattle and shook dust from the ceiling,
“... I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO TELL YOUR FAHTER, HE WILL DIE OF SHAME. JUST YOU WAIT TILL YOU GET HOME! YOU CAN'T BE SEEN AS A PUBLIC ENEMY OF POTTER, YOU KNOW THAT ...”,
his mother continued. Clattering, one of the jars fell to the floor,
“... AND SUCH JUVENILE PRANKS, YOU AREN'T A CHILD ANYMORE, I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED. THIS CHILDISH FEUD ENDS NOW. YOU WILL APOLOGIZE TO POTTER.”
The letter fell silent, burst into flames and fell to the ground in a cloud of ashes. Draco could still hear his mother's voice ringing in his ears. He awkwardly eyed the Professor.
“I trust you will do as your mother told you”, Professor Snape said. His voice sounded strangely dull in the sudden quiet.
Draco nodded silently. At least his mom had spared him the humiliation of receiving the howler in front of the whole school during breakfast – even though he was sure she hadn't done so out of consideration for him but out of shame.
“Good. Now, for your assignment today, if you would follow me to the potions classroom”, Professor Snape said and led the way.
As he entered through the door, the Professor pointed out a bunch of large cauldrons that sat by the sinks.
“Those cauldrons over there need urgent cleaning. Do take special care with those two, dried dragon dung fertilizer is especially nasty to get rid off. You'll find a bucket, wire sponge and everything else you need by the sinks. Your wand, please!”
Professor Snape held out his hand for the wand and Draco resignedly handed it over. With magic he probably would have cleaned all of the cauldrons within five minutes. By hand, it would take him hours and he would scrub his fingers bloody.
Draco went over to fill the bucket with water and began his work. He pushed over the first stinky cauldron – even petrified the dragon dung still gave off a foul odour – and crawled inside to try and attack the burned mess with the wire sponge.
Meanwhile, Professor Snape put Draco's wand on the teacher's desk, sat down in the chair behind the desk and opened some old grimoire. He didn't pay much attention to Draco as he read in silence, but that was fine with Draco.
Apologize to Potter! If only he had killed that twat for real! Then at least he wouldn't have to apologize to him. Draco clenched the wire sponge so hard, it cut into his skin.
It took him almost an hour to scrape the worst of the dragon dung fertilizer deposits off the first cauldron. He rinsed it and drained it into the sink. At the sight of the rushing water, his bladder gave him a gentle nudge, reminding him that he should have taken a detour to the loo after dinner. But it wasn't major and he ignored it.
He put the cauldron on its side again and filled the bucket with fresh water. Then he crawled back inside to attack the remaining residue with soap and a normal sponge. The soap almost made the stench of the fertilizer residue worse and Draco feared he would never get it out of his clothes again. Or out of his hair! Dragondung! He was kneeling in in that mix of unmentionables, the lower part of his trousers were soaked in it! He considered burning that pair of trousers. What was worse, the wetness made him cold and that always made him have to pee. Now that he was aware of his need, his thoughts kept on returning to it.
Finally, the cauldron was all cleaned up – or rather as clean as it would get – and Draco crawled out. His bladder gave him an unhappy twinge when he got up and for a second he had to cross his legs. Then the urge subsided again and he quickly rolled the cauldron over to the sink to rinse it one last time. He nervously stepped from one foot to the other while he watched the flowing water.
He was just about to turn to the second cauldron, when the Professor looked up from his book. “Don't forget to clean off the soot on the outside, I want them polished shining!”
“Yes, Sir”, Draco pressed forth between clenched teeth. He eyed the clock, it had taken him almost two hours to clean just the inside and his hands were killing him. But obediently, he returned to the first cauldron to scrub the outside as well.
The grime clung to the cauldron almost worse than the fertilizer. Draco scratched at it for half an hour before he even started to see metal shine through from under the soot. By the time he was done, he could barely feel his fingers anymore. His bladder, on the other hand, now was constantly on his mind. He crossed his legs again and eyed the clock. The Professor would probably keep him here for at least two more hours! For a second, he considered asking for a bathroom break.
“Professor-”, he began.
“I said shining, Mr. Malfoy!”, Professor Snape cut him off without even looking up from his book.
Draco bit his lips. “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir”, he muttered through clenched teeth.
Draco threw down the wire sponge in silent anger and got some clean water and a cloth. Then he started to polish the sodding cauldron, only pausing to give himself a quick squeeze from time to time when an especially bad spasm hit his bladder.
After another twenty minutes, Draco was rewarded by the view of his own reflection in the cauldron. It probably hadn't been that shiny since the day it had been bought.
“Professor?”
“Well, do go on! There are plenty more cauldrons.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Draco obediently turned over the second cauldron. When he got down to his knees, he almost lost a squirt into his pants, he gasped and pressed his legs together with all his might. After a moment, he regained control of his protesting bladder and he deemed it save to move again. His legs securely pressed together, he started to scrape away at the petrified dragon dung fertilizer residue.
He worked as fast as he could. His overstretched bladder was throbbing with every movement and, worse, Draco felt his muscles tiring.
It was so bad, he had to turn off the water and pause while he was rinsing out the cauldron. He desperately crossed his legs.
“Professor Snape!”, he whined.
“What, Mr. Malfoy?” Snape eyed him, half annoyed, half bored.
It took Draco all his willpower to keep from jumping in place or holding himself.
“May I please be excused for a bathroom break?”
“Mr. Malfoy, did you by any chance ingest some of your potion yourself?”
“No”, Draco said sheepishly, still trying desperately not to look desperate.
The Professor looked at the clock. “Detention is over in half an hour”, he informed Draco, “certainly, a boy your age can wait that long.”
Draco bit his lips. He doubted it, but he was too proud to ask again. Instead, he firmly crossed his legs and finished rinsing out the cauldron. Then he got new soap water and crawled back into the cauldron to continue his work. His bladder was spasming madly and he had to pause every few seconds now to hold himself. At least the cauldron hid his pitiful display from Professor Snape's view. Draco's vision got blurry from the tears that welled up in his eyes. At an especially bad stab, he felt a small trickle escape into his briefs.
Draco knew he was at his limit and he was about to undo his pants and relieve himself in the bucket, when the Professor said: “Put away your cleaning utils come over here! You can continue tomorrow.”
Draco quickly put his belt back on and jumped up. “Yes, Sir!”
He felt he dampened his briefs some more as he quickly emptied the bucket in the sink. He ran over to the storeroom and just threw the cleaning stuff into a corner. Then he got back to the Professor and nervously started to march in place in front of his desk. “All done, Sir! May I be relieved now?”
“You may. Same time tomorrow. And don't be late again!”
“Yes, Sir, won't happen again!, Good night, Sir!”, Draco agreed and spun around. Another squirt of piss escaped him.
“Don't forget your wand!”, the Professor called him back.
Draco just wordlessly snatched up the wand from the desk and ran out, with every step loosing another squirt. He barely made it onto the corridor and threw the door shut behind himself, then he just let go. He was only a few short steps away from the bathroom, but he didn't care. He just couldn't bear it anymore. Draco sobbed in relief and frustration as the hot piss seeped through his pants and started to pool around his shoes. It felt so good to finally let it all out! He pissed and pissed, he couldn't believe that his bladder had been able to hold that much pee.
When he was finally done, he just stood there for a moment, his eyes closed, and relished in the dull, empty feeling in his lower abdomen that had replaced the pain. The sound of steps from inside the classroom pulled him back into reality and Draco remembered where he was. He realized, the Professor might come out or someone else might run into him any second. He quickly dried his tears with his sleeve, then he got out his wand and cast a cleaning charm on himself and vanished the huge puddle on the floor.
When he heard the creak of the door handle behind him, Draco just ran and he didn't stop or look back until he had reached the Slytherin Dormitories.
* * *
Theo was in his pajamas, laying on his bed and reading a book. Crabbe and Goyle were already sleeping, snoring peacefully, but Theo was waiting for Draco to return from his detention. Professor Snape was holding him really long. He looked up when Draco burst into the room.
“Hey, you survived!”, Theo grinned, “welcome back!”
Draco hardly looked at him. He just ripped off his clothes and crammed them all into the laundry basket, then he turned around and wordlessly walked back out.
Theo looked after him a bit worried. He knew he shouldn't have let Draco go alone! He knew he shouldn't have let him take all the blame! He closed his book and got up to follow Draco.
He found him in the shower room. Draco was leaning on the wall under one of the showers and just let the water wash over him, his eyes closed and sobbing silently.
“You OK?”, Theo asked, insecure.
Draco didn't answer. Hesitantly, Theo sat down on a bench in the corner. He didn't know what to do, so he just watched Draco and waited. For a long while, Draco just stood there, then he slowly slid down on the wall and sat down on the floor, still crying.
Theo hesitantly got up, went over to Draco and turned off the shower.
“Come on, you'll get a cold!”, he whispered as he wrapped Draco in a towel and helped him dry off. He gently guided Draco over to the bench and sat down with him. Draco leaned heavily against him and Theo put his arm around his shoulders. At another time, Theo would have very much enjoyed the intimacy.
“Are you OK?”, he whispered.
“No”, Draco sniveled silently, “no, I'm not.”
Theo pressed him closer to himself and let him rest his head on his shoulder. They just sat there like that for a while. Theo tried not to look, but he was very aware of Draco's closeness... and his nakedness. That cute little bush of blonde hair that sprouted above Draco's boyhood...
The sound of the door pulled Theo out of his amorous thoughts. Draco had heard it, too. He quickly freed himself from Theo's embrace and moved a few inches away from him, just in time before Blaise entered the washroom. Theo felt a little sting in his chest that Draco still was so embarrassed about being seen with him.
He shot Blaise an angry look. Draco awkwardly eyed the intruder, too, but Blaise didn't pay them much attention. He groggily shuffled over to the urinal and pulled down his pajama pants to take a good, long piss.
Theo got a good sideways view on the action. When Blaise finished and turned back around, their eyes met and Theo realized that he had been staring. He blushed, but Blaise just grinned, readjusted the seat of his pants and winked at him. Then he walked back out.
“Your stiffie is kinda visible through your pajamas”, Draco whispered silently when they were alone.
Theo turned to face Draco and inched closer again, his look slowly wandering down to Draco's member. But Draco awkwardly covered his nether regions with his towel and moved away. For him the moment obviously was over and he wasn't in the mood.
Theo blushed some more, he looked down at the tent in his own pants. “Sorry”, he said, sad. |
Thank you both! Glad you like it!
Anyone still remember Evan?
Wednesday, November 24thHarry was on his way down from the Library to the Great Hall for dinner when Evan ran into him. The small boy staggered back and looked up at Harry.
“Sorry, Sir, Mr. Potter! I'm really sorry! I-”, he stammered.
Harry knew Evan because a few weeks ago the boy had asked him and his friends if he might sit with them for lunch. His classmates had been bullying him, he was small for his age and rather shy, and he didn't have many friends.
Harry smiled at him. “Hey, I told you to just call me Harry! What's the hurry?”, he looked Evan over, the boy stood a bit hunched down, so Harry added, worried, “are you OK? Did I hurt you?”
“Sorry, Harry, Sir! No, I mean yes, I mean I am OK. I-I was running from Peeves!”, Evan spluttered, “I was on my way to the loo after Charms class, but when I entered the bathroom on the third floor, Peeves was tinkering with the faucets and when he saw me he started screaming at me and I ran back out but he chased me! And-and he wouldn't leave me alone ever since! I have been running and hiding from him all afternoon, I think he finally gave up, but I-I don't think I was to this part of Hogwarts before. Please, Harry, you have to help me! I am lost and there was no one I knew before I ran into you and I was still afraid of Peeves and-and I really have to peeee!” He ended whiningly.
Harry eyed the boy. Evan was holding himself with both hands and he was desperately crossing his legs. It was obvious he was bursting, Harry had to think fast. They were quite close to the Great Hall, but the way Evan acted, Harry doubted Evan could wait that long. Besides, Harry still remembered all too well how Malfoy had given him a diuretic potion and he had ended up wetting his pants in front of his entire class. The Corridors around the Great Hall would be crowded so close to dinnertime. Harry really didn't want to put Evan through the same humiliation in case the boy didn't make it. The closest bathroom was Myrtle's. Well, it would be deserted for sure at least.
“There's a bathroom on this floor”, Harry said, “it isn't far, just down the hallway.”
Evan groaned silently as he looked down the long corridor, but he nodded. Harry offered him a hand and Evan took it, his other hand still pressed firmly to his groin. Harry started in the direction he had indicated, Evan shuffling after him as fast as he could with his legs firmly pressed together.
Somehow, Harry managed to get Evan to the lavatory in time, but instead of running in Evan suddenly stopped in front of the door.
“What's the matter?”, Harry asked and tried to urge Evan in, but Evan just stood there and looked up at the sign.
“We can't go in there!”, he whined, “that's a girls' toilet!”
Evan panicky looked around for a boys' room, but there wasn't one by Myrtle's bathroom. He was almost in tears.
“It's alright!”, Harry quickly told him, “this bathroom is Moaning Myrtle's place. No one's ever using it because she is haunting it.”
Evan still hesitated, plus now he looked positively scared. He was jumping in place so desperate and pitiable.
Harry took his hand again and pushed the door open. “Come on! See, there is no one here but us!”
He dragged Evan inside and force-walked him to the first toilet stall. Evan looked around, scared, like he expected Myrtle and Peeved both to come floating through the walls screaming at them any second. Harry gave him a push and Evan staggered into the stall, then Harry quickly pulled the door close from the outside.
For a few moments, there was silence and Harry got a second to look around and wonder where Myrtle might be. Not that he wasn't happy she seemed out at the moment. The girl ghost was terminally lonely and she had kind of taken a fancy to him the last year, even though Harry had just spoken a few words with her because he hadn't wanted to be rude. He kind of had tried to avoid her ever since, Myrtle didn't take rejection well.
“Harry! Help!”, Evan sniveled desperately.
Harry pushed the stall door open, fearing Myrtle might have popped up her head from the loo and scared Evan or something alike, but it was just Evan alone. He haltingly shuffled around to turn to Harry. “I can't get my belt undone!”, he whined, “I'm gonna pee my pants!” He desperately tore at the buckle with one hand while he pressed the other to his groin.
Harry sighed. He quickly stepped into the cubicle and knelt down in front of Evan. “Come on, I'll help you!” He had to slap Evans hands away to get at the belt. The buckle really was a bit tight and Evan was squirming and fidgeting so much, Harry had a hard time getting a grip on it. He barked at Evan: “Will you stand still for a second?”
“It's gonna leak!”, Evan cried, but he crossed his legs and obediently managed to stop jumping for almost a second. Harry finally got the belt unbuckled and he quickly opened it. Evan panicky reached for his trouser button, but had trouble with that as well. Harry pushed his hands away again and undid his pants for Evan. He pulled down Evan's trousers and his briefs – which had a tiny yellow spot in the front – down in one go.
Harry was almost rewarded for his good deed by being showered in pee, for Evan was at his limits. Just as Harry pulled down the pants, a shiver ran through the boy and he took in a sharp breath as he unleashed the flood. Harry managed to grab Evan and turn him away in the brink of time. Evan released a huge stream of piss all over the wall and floor of the cubicle before Harry could properly aim him at the toilet.
Just then he heard a giggle behind his back and he turned around. Myrtle was floating half through the floor and watching them.
“Oh, hello Harry! I was just returning from peeking at the boys in the prefect's bathroom when I saw you. That is kind of cute...”, Myrtle said.
Evan was looking over his shoulder, shocked. Staring at the GIRL ghost that was watching him pee messed up his aim, and he pissed all over the seat.
“Hey, watch what you're doing! I live here!”, Myrtle screeched.
Evan panicked even more and tried to stop himself from peeing and to cover his boyhood all at once, but his bladder just wouldn't stop relieving itself now that he had started.
“Give Evan some privacy, Myrtle!”, Harry said.
“Boys are not allowed in here, technically”, Myrtle insisted, sounding a bit miffed. She floated around them to get a better front view of Evan, who was blushing profoundly, but still failing to stop himself from wetting, “your little friend is kind of cute, though.”
“Myrtle!”, Harry told her off.
“I'd let you use my bathroom every day, Harry”, Myrtle purred with a suggestive look down Harry's trousers, then her mood suddenly turned sour again, “but you haven't visited me in months! I bet you hung out with that ugly girl, Hermione!”
Harry had the good sense not to answer.
Meanwhile, Evan had finally finished and, looking haunted, pulled up his pants. Pressed against the cubicle wall opposite to the floating ghost, he inched towards the door.
Myrtle shrieked: “Hey! You gonna leave your mess?”
She dived into the toilet next door, and rushed through the plumbing, screaming.
“N-no! O-of course not!”, Evan croaked and panicky ripped off some toilet paper to mop up the spilled pee. Harry helped him. Myrtle calmed down a bit and poked her head out of the floor again to watch them with a stern face. They quickly finished with the floor and Evan even wiped away the splashes on the wall.
“Flush!”, Harry whispered to him, as Evan threw the last bit of paper in the toilet and turned to leave again. Evan eyed Myrtle – she didn't look happy – and hurriedly followed Harry's suggestion. Then he turned around again.
“Put down the lid!”, Myrtle screeched.
Evan sheepishly did that as well, then Myrtle finally allowed him to flee the stall.
“Boys!”, Myrtle mumbled to herself.
Evan quickly joined Harry at the sink and washed his hands, Harry said goodbye to Myrtle, and they both escaped out onto the corridor. Once they were safely away from Myrtle and her bathroom, Evan turned to Harry. “Thank you, Mr. Potter... Harry! I'm sorry for...”, he trailed off, embarrassed.
Harry smiled at him, warmly. “Don't worry! Let's go get us some dinner, shall we? Want to sit with me and my friends again today?”
Evan smiled back at him and nodded shyly. Harry walked ahead to show him the way and Evan happily fell in besides him. |
Here you go, although not much Omorashi this Chapter, I'm afraid:
Thursday, December 2ndTheo and Draco had just had lunch and were on their way to their potions classroom together. Professor Snape had finally let Draco off detention the previous day after two endless weeks of scrubbing cauldrons and cleaning up flobberworm mucus. Draco already seemed in a way better mood than before.
“Remember when I invited you for Christmas?”, Theo seized the opportunity, “You still wanna come?”
He eyed Draco nervously.
To his relief, Draco smiled: “That would be swell!”
“Asked your parents yet?”
Draco shook his head. “They're still angry with me.”
“Still that bad?”
Draco shrugged. “I don't know. I might be grounded for the holidays.”
“Maybe you should apologize to Potter like your mom said”, Theo suggested silently.
“Hell no!”
“Just pretend!”, Theo begged, “I don't want Potter to ruin our Christmas!”
Draco stared at him gloomily and Theo fell silent as well.
When they passed a bathroom, he stopped.
“I gotta take a piss!”, he announced.
Draco eyed him queasily. “I'll wait for you.”
“Why don't you go to the loo as well?”, Theo suggested.
“I don't have to go!”, Draco muttered.
But Theo wouldn't have any of that, he grabbed Draco by his sleeve and gently tugged at it. “Come on, at least try! Or you wanna have to go in class again?”
Draco still felt embarrassed by how unashamed Theo was about bathroom matters, but embarrassing as it was, Draco also was thankful that Theo had made it a habit to look after him like that. He took a hesitant look around to make sure no one was watching, then he followed Theo inside.
Theo walked straight up to the row of urinals and quickly got out his member to take care of his business. Draco awkwardly looked away and slowly made his way over to the toilet stalls.
“By the way, you got that potions essay done?”, Theo asked just as Draco was about to enter the first cubicle. Draco stopped and blushed. He really wasn't comfortable doing small-talk while going to the loo.
“N-no, I just started”, he replied.
“Cool, wanna work on it together tonight?”, Theo asked as he shook off the last drops. He turned around and saw that Draco was still standing in the middle of the room. “Well, hurry up already!”
“I really don't have to go!”, Draco quickly said and turned to leave.
Theo's brows narrowed disapprovingly. “At least try!”, he said, talking to Draco like he was a little kid.
Draco blushed again, but he hesitantly turned back to enter the toilet stall.
A small voice from the next cubicle stopped him: “M-Mr. Malfoy? Draco? H-help!”
Draco's face turned ashen. He was mortified there was someone else in there with them who overheard their embarrassing conversation. He demanded: “Who's there?”
“Evan, Mr. Malfoy, Sir”, the timid voice answered.
Draco heard the lock turn, then the cubicle door opened a crack and a young boy showed his scared face. When he saw the little pest's features, recognition dawned on Draco. That Mudblood Gryffindor kid! Apparently, he had been crying again, his eyes looked puffy and there were fresh tears on his cheeks.
Draco groaned inwardly, but he put up a friendly smile and crouched down in front of Evan. “Evan, what happened? Why are you hiding in here?”
Evan's timid eyes darted over to Theo.
“That's Theodore, he's a friend”, Draco assured him.
Instead of an answer, Evan hesitantly pulled the door fully open, revealing his wet pants and the big puddle in front of the toilet.
“You had another accident?”, Draco asked softly.
Evan nodded, sad.
“Well, that's alright! Those things happen”, Draco comforted him. He got out his wand. “Come on, step outside and let me spell you clean!”
Evan warily eyed Theo, but when Theo smiled at him as well, and reassured him that it was OK, he hesitantly stepped forward as Draco had told him.
Draco raised his wand and said the incantations of a cleaning charm. It ran down Evan's pants, vanishing all traces of wetness.
Just at that moment, Potter barged into the room. He stopped right in his tracks and stared at Draco and Evan. Draco was still pointing his wand at the younger boy and the tears on Evan's face were plain visible. Potter didn't bother to ask what was going on, he immediately drew his own wand.
Threatening, he demanded: “Get away from him, Malfoy!”
Draco turned around to face him and Theo, too, reached for his wand.
“This is none of your business, Potter! Get out!”, Draco spat.
“Oh, yes, it is! Evan, come over here! What did they do to you?”
Evan had silently watched their exchange in growing fear. Now he stepped in front of Draco and, though his voice trembled, he yelled: “No, Harry, it's not what-”
“We were just teaching the brat a lesson!”, Draco cut him off. He put a heavy hand on Evan's shoulder and silently hissed into his ear: “Not a word! Owl food, remember?”
Then he gave Evan a sudden shove and the boy staggered forward in Potter's direction. “Off you go! And you better remember that lesson!”, Draco called after him.
Evan looked back at him, scared, then he turned around and made a run for the exit, but Potter caught him at the arm. “Evan, what did they do?”, he demanded.
“Let go!”, Evan whined, “let go of me!”
Potter hesitantly released him and Evan ran out. Potter didn't think of lowering his wand, though. He angrily eyed Draco and Theo, who both in turn were pointing their wands at him.
Draco stepped forward, but Theo shot him a pleading look. Draco hesitated.
“It's two against one, Potter”, Theo suggested urgently, “how about we all lower our wands, and the two of us get out and leave you to do what you came in here for?”
Potter measured Draco a moment longer, and Draco returned his hateful stare with one of pure contempt. He almost hoped Potter would try something stupid, but finally Potter gave in: “Sure.”
Very slowly they all lowered their wands. Without turning their back on Potter, Draco and Theo went over to the exit, and, eying them warily, Potter stepped aside to let them pass. None of them let go of their wands before the door had closed between them. |
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@MysteryGirl373: I have the next few chapters planned already and sadly there isn't much room for teachers, but I'll try to come up with some ideas.
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By the way, that is the last chapter that is done. I'm still working on the next one(s). I can't promise another update this weekend, but I'll try.
Saturday, December 4thTheo waited until Crabbe and Goyle had left for breakfast, then he quickly got up and ran over to the door. He looked after the two to make sure they were gone for real, then he hastily closed the door and put a ward on it. The lock audibly clicked. With a mischievous grin, Theo spun around to Draco, who was still lying in his bed, sleeping like a baby. Theo silently shed his pajamas and went over to crouch down besides him. He whispered: “Good morning, sleepyhead!”, and pressed a kiss on Draco's cheek.
Draco's eyes fluttered open. “Hrmm...?”, he mumbled, still half asleep, and smiled, “Theo? ...morning!” Then shocked realization crept on his face and he pushed Theo away.
“Good morning!”, Theo repeated with an even wider smile.
Draco panicky looked around for Crabbe and Goyle, but when he saw that he was alone with Theo, he relaxed again. Theo bend over to press another kiss on Draco's lips, this time Draco didn't shove him away but eagerly kissed him back.
After a short eternity, their lips parted again. Theo whispered: “Feeling better today then?”
Draco smiled at him and nodded: “Yeah.”
He took another look around to make sure no one was watching and reached for his wand like usual, but Theo stopped him.
“Ah, no, no, no!”, he grinned evilly.
“But-”, Draco said. Embarrassed, he took a pointed look down at his crotch.
Theo lifted up Draco's blanket to examine the wetness. With a smile, he raised it even higher and tried to climb into bed with Draco.
“No! Stop! What are you doing? What if Crabbe or Goyle see us?”, Draco panicked. Just now he realized that Theo was butt naked. Draco's startled eyes focused on Theo's member, which was proudly pointing up with more than just the beginning of an erection.
“They're at breakfast, they won't get back for at least an hour”, Theo cooed.
“But what if they do?”, Draco insisted, “what if someone else walks in on us?”
“I warded the door”, Theo whispered and despite Draco's resistance crawled under the blanket.
“But-, but-”, Draco stammered, “it's all wet, you'll get my pee all over you!”
Theo snug up close to him, he could feel the clammy wetness of Draco's pajamas between them. It instantly made him even harder. “You really think I'll mind?”, he breathed into Draco's ear.
Draco blushed.
Theo climbed atop of him and pulled down Draco's pants while his other hand wandered over Draco's chest. Draco was already having an erection, too! Naughty boy! Theo's grin widened, he whispered: “Now who's desperate for some attention? You totally have a stiffie, too!”
Draco turned completely red and looked away. “I just have to pee, that's all”, he mumbled, avoiding Theo's eyes. He was so cute when he was embarrassed!
Theo started to grind against him, their members were touching, rubbing against each other. Draco moaned silently. Theo could feel the moisture on Draco's skin, he felt it on himself as well. Then Theo reached down and took them both in his hand. Draco gasped, but he didn't resist. Slowly, Theo started jerking them together. With his other hand, he caressed Draco's stomach and chest and tried to spread the wetness even further. He playfully twisted Draco's nipple, Draco moaned and squirmed under him, the liar was so enjoying himself!
Draco forced a kiss on him. He felt Draco's hands on his back, caressing him, felt how they made their way down to his butt, fondled his hips. Suddenly, Draco grabbed both Theo's buttocks and started thrusting against him. Theo broke their kiss and gasped in surprise, but he quickly adjusted his rhythm to Draco's movements. Draco's breath came in laboured bursts, Theo was panting, too. He started to move his hips as well, his dick was throbbing so madly, he was so close. He closed his eyes.
“Wait!”, Draco moaned, “I'm... almost there... too!”
“I can't!” Theo gasped.
He tried to hang in there, but he just couldn't. He shivered. Then, with another gasp he spilled himself between them. As the sensation of the orgasm rushed over him, Theo stopped moving and for a moment only Draco continued to thrust against him. Then Theo grabbed Draco's dick again and a few strokes later, Draco, too, reared up and violently released his seed.
They both collapsed on top of each other, exhaustedly, panting madly, a new, hot stickiness between them.
After they had finally caught their breath, they shared another long kiss. Then Theo rolled off of Draco and snug up to his side, taking in the clammy wetness of the fabric around them. Draco put his arm around his shoulders.
“About the sleepover”, Draco murmured.
For a second, Theo stopped caressing Draco's chest and worriedly looked him in the eyes. He was still afraid that Draco would say no.
“Yeah?”, he asked, nervously.
“Wrote the letter asking my parents yesterday”, Draco whispered.
“Did they say yes?”, Theo burst out.
“Didn't even send it yet. I'll do it first thing after breakfast today”, Draco gleefully teased and nibbled at Theo's ear.
Theo squealed and tried to wiggle away from Draco. Draco grinned even more and pinned him down to force him into another kiss and Theo eagerly returned it. He put his arms around Draco to try and pull him back into a close embrace, but after a moment, Draco broke the kiss and moved away.
“Hey, let's cuddle some more!”, Theo protested.
“I honestly have to pee”, Draco complained and sat up.
“Good!”, Theo grinned and reached for him to pull him back under the blanket.
Draco brushed off his hand. He said: “Someone will catch us!”
“No one can get in”, Theo reminded him.
“They'll wonder why we locked ourselves in and they'll put two and two together!”
Draco stood up, snatched up his wand and cast a cleaning spell on his pajamas. He turned to do the same with the bed.
“I'll take care of that!”, Theo quickly stopped him.
Draco eyed him skeptically, but with a shrug he put the wand back down. Theo drew up the blanket and poutingly watched Draco as he first took off his pajamas, stuffed them in the laundry basket and then made his way over to the door. Once there, Draco turned back to him.
“Well, hurry up already!”, he demanded.
“Yeah, yeah”, Theo complained. Without getting up from bed, he reached for Draco's wand and pointed it at the door. He murmured the counter-spell and the door clicked open.
“You take care of you-know-what?”, Draco asked and queasily eyed his bed,”You coming?”
“Yes! Yes! I'll be right behind you!”, Theo said, annoyed.
Draco gave him another dubious look, then he turned to the door. The second he was outside, Theo raised the wand again and said the incantation of the warding spell. The door swung shut with a loud thump and locked itself.
“Hey! What-”, he heard Draco's surprised voice from outside.
Theo ignored him. With a satisfied sigh, he lay back down. Finally, he was able to savour the wetness of Draco's bed in peace for a little while longer. He wiggled deeper under the blanket. The piss was all over him, he could feel its clamminess on his skin. If he inhaled deeply, he could even smell a hint of it. He shuffled around in the wetness some more until he came to lie on his back. He reached down to his member – it was already completely stiff again – and pointed it at his tummy. Then he tried to relax and force a small bit of pee out. It pooled on his stomach and started to run down on his sides. Theo reached for the hot wetness and rubbed it all over his chest. He moaned silently, then he lifted up the blanket with one hand and grabbed his stiffie with the other. He pointed it up some more, so the next gush of pee hit his chest. He continued to release small squirts of pee all over himself and slowly began to wank off again.
* * *
Draco jerked around sharply as he heard the door fall into its lock behind him.
“Hey! What-”, he exclaimed, but he couldn't help but grin. “Stupid prat!”, he silently cursed Theo.
With a silly smile on his face, he turned back around and went over to the washroom. It was quite late and most students probably were already at breakfast, so the bathroom was almost deserted. The only other boys inside were Blaise Zabini and two older kids. One of them was busy styling his hair in the mirror, while Blaise was chatting with the other near the showers. Draco awkwardly went past the three and quickly got to the toilet stalls.
“Morning, Draco!”, Blaise happily called, just as Draco was about to enter the cubicle furthest away.
All three looked over to him.
Draco blushed, muttered a “Hi, Blaise!”, hurriedly fled into the stall and closed the door behind himself.
Slowly, he turned towards the toilet. He could hear them chatting and laughing outside. Draco swallowed. A minute passed, but the three didn't leave. Then another minute. Draco started to squirm. He fucking had to pee! He silently ripped off a piece of toilet paper and carefully dropped it into the toilet to cover the water, so it would silence the splashing from his pee hitting the water. Then he took aim and tried to relax. They were still outside, he couldn't do it. Relax! He closed his eyes and took slow, deep breaths. Relax! Just relax! A small trickle came out and hit the bowl, it was far too loud. Draco immediately cramped up again and the trickle stopped.
He panicky listened, expecting Blaise and the other to have fallen silent or to start laughing any second, but they just continued to chat about Quidditch. Draco sighed silently and, a tiny bit mollified, he concentrated again. After what felt like an eternity, he managed to force a few more drops out. This time, the dam broke and the trickle turned into a small stream. The toilet paper helped muffle the splashing, but it still sounded like thunder in Draco's ears. The guys outside just had to hear everything! When Draco finally, finally was done, his face burned red hot with embarrassment. He flushed and quickly got out.
He didn't make eye-contact with any of the three when he went past them to wash his hands and brush his teeth. While he was at it, Blaise and one of the older guys finally decided to leave. The remaining kid was still busily arranging his hair into long spikes, it kind of made him resemble a hedgehog. He probably thought it looked cool, not ridiculous. Draco quickly rinsed his mouth and ran over to the showers before he lost it and laughed out loud or the guy noticed him watching him.
Draco usually took his sweet time under the shower, he enjoyed the feeling of the hot water gently massaging his skin and the clean feeling it left him with afterwards. Today though, his rumbling tummy reminded him that he better hurry if he wanted to get to the Great Hall in time to still get some breakfast.
Despite his haste, he made sure to thoroughly wash his stomach and privates before he quickly rinsed off. The cleaning spell had already removed any visible stickiness, but it hadn't done anything to remove the dirty feeling down there. By the time Draco had toweled off, the hedgehog was gone. Draco dropped the towel and followed him outside.
When he tried the door to his room, it was still locked. Draco knocked.
“Open up!”, he whispered, “Theo, it's me, open the door!”
Inside, nothing moved.
“It's me, Draco, let me in!”, he demanded, louder.
Nothing. Draco tried the handle again and banged at the door.
“Merlin's pants! Theo, stop jerking off and open the fucking door!”, he shouted.
He kicked at the door, but it didn't even budge.
“Theodore Nott, you steaming pile of dragon shit, let me in immediately!”
“Problem?”, a voice behind him chuckled.
Draco jerked around. Blaise eyed him questioningly and casually leaned against the wall, an evil smile on his face.
“Theo locked me out of our dorm. That idiot probably thinks himself funny!”, Draco explained.
Blaise's eyes wandered down to Draco's boyhood, remained there just long enough to make Draco blush, then slowly back up to his face. He grinned: “It kinda is.”
“No, it's not!”, Draco snapped, annoyed.
“Yeah, it is!”, Blaise burst out laughing.
Draco stared at him angrily, but he swallowed his pride. Awkwardly, he asked: “Look, man, can I borrow some pants from you? And a shirt.”
Blaise snickered evilly. He took his sweet time pretending to think over the question, but in the end he took pity on Draco. Still grinning like a fool, he wordlessly motioned Draco to follow him and led him over to his room.
Blaise went over to the big, wooden chest at the foot of his bed and rummaged through it. After a moment, he produced a washed-out pair of jeans and a shirt. Generously, Blaise even added in some socks and an old pair of boxers. Draco awkwardly eyed them. Someone else's USED underwear.
“Thanks”, he murmured.
Blaise saw his reluctance. “You're not wearing my jeans going commando”, he told Draco.
Draco still hesitated. Unhappy, he examined the boxers. At least there were no pee stains – or worse – on them. None that he could see.
“They're fresh from the laundry, honest!”, Blaise said.
Draco suppressed a shudder as he slowly stepped into the pair of boxers and pulled them up. They felt uncomfortable and awkward, and Draco couldn't get the thought out of his head that Blaise had worn these before. It didn't help matters that Draco was used to briefs. The boxers were awfully loose around his hips and he could feel his junk dangle freely down his left leg.
When he put the borrowed jeans over them, he promptly and painfully pinched his nuts. His eyes watered, but he bit his lips and didn't utter a sound. He quickly eyed Blaise, luckily the other boy hadn't noticed. Draco swallowed a curse and adjusted the seat of his trousers into a more comfortable position. Stupid boxers! Why anyone would choose to wear boxers, let alone how they walked or sat in them was a mystery to him.
Finally, he was fully dressed and he carefully followed Blaise out to have breakfast. Blaise had hardly sat down before he, of course, had to tell the whole table about Draco's little misadventure. At least everyone just assumed Theo had played a fun prank on him and no one suspected any worse. In the end, Draco even joined in on the laughter.
When he returned to their dormitories about half an hour later, the door to their room was open, Draco's bed was dry and neatly made, and there was no sign of Theo. Draco quickly ran in and changed into his own clothes. The boxers hadn't been as bad as he had first thought – except for the one time he had tried to cross his legs while sitting and almost castrated himself, that was. Still, he was relieved when he could put on a pair of his briefs again and he felt their familiar snug fit around his junk and the security they gave him.
When he had fully dressed, he folded up the borrowed clothes and went over to Blaise's room to return them. Blaise was sitting on his bed, reading. He looked up as Draco entered.
“Thanks again”, Draco said, still a bit embarrassed.
Blaise gave him a naughty grin and took all the clothes except for the pair of boxers back from him. “You're welcome! You... uh... can keep the boxers!”, he said awkwardly.
“No, thanks!”, Draco tried to push them on Blaise.
“No, honest, keep them!”, Blaise insisted.
He obviously had the same issues about someone else's used underwear as Draco. They uncomfortably eyed each other, but neither said it out loud. In the end, Draco gave in and kept the boxers, though he threw them in the trash immediately first thing he was back in his room. |
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it!
Since the next chapter is rather short and doesn't contain any omorashi, here are the next two:
Monday, December 6thHarry poked at his bowl of porridge without eating much, he wasn't in a good mood this morning. Professor McGonagall was going to take the names of those students who would be staying at Hogwarts over Christmas. Of course Harry would be one of them, he had no family to go home to. He sure wasn't going to go back to the Dursleys!
“It's only two weeks”, Hermione tried to comfort him.
She was going skiing with her parents.
“We'll have lots of fun together!”, Ron said, cheerful, with a mouth full of egg and bacon.
Harry gave them a weak smile before he looked back down on his porridge and resumed his aimless stirring. He knew Ron was only staying to keep him company, Ginny and his brothers were all going home to the Burrow over the holidays.
“You should celebrate Christmas with your family”, he said silently, “I know you want to. You don't have to stay just because of me.”
“Nonsense! I can't wait to be rid of Fred and George for a few days!”, Ron lied.
Harry eyed him sadly. “Honestly, I'll be OK”, he said, unconvincing.
“I told you I'm staying, so I am staying!”, Ron spluttered and showered Harry in bits of baked eggs, “you'll have to live with my company if you like it or not!”
They were interrupted by the fluttering of hundreds of owls that swooped into the Great Hall, delivering the morning post. With the exception of Hagrid or Ron and Hermione nobody ever wrote to Harry, so he was quite startled when suddenly a huge eagle owl plunged down right at him and dropped a letter in his lap.
Harry hesitantly picked it up and turned it around in his hands. The envelope was sealed with a kind of emblem that looked like a big, squiggly “M”. Above the strange seal, the words “to Mr. Harry Potter” were written in delicate script. Ron looked over curiously, his brows narrowed when he saw the emblem.
Carefully, Harry broke the seal and opened the letter.
“Dear Mr. Potter,
my dearest Harry,
I was distraught to hear about the horrible business with Sirius Black, I can't even imagine the fear you must have gone through. I hope you are alright!
We heard you spend your last Christmas alone at Hogwarts. What a terrible thing for a young boy like yourself! My husband and I would like to invite you to spend your Christmas vacation with our family at the safety of our home this year.
Our son Draco is very much looking forward to your visit just as we are. He talks about you all the time. You just have to come!
Kindest regards,
Narcissa Malfoy”
Harry stared at the letter. He read it a second time, but he still failed to fully process the words.
“Fucking pile of dragon d-”, Ron, who had been reading over his shoulder, spat.
“Ron!”, Hermione interrupted him. She looked over Harry, worried, she asked: “Are you OK, Harry? You look like someone just died.”
Harry didn't react until Ron shook his shoulder. “Harry?”
Wordlessly, he handed the letter to Hermione. She silently read through it.
“I don't think you should go”, she hesitantly suggested as she gave the letter back.
“Of course he can't go!”, Ron spluttered, “it's a trap!”
“Of course I won't go!”, Harry declared.
He looked over to the Slytherin table, Malfoy was holding a letter in his hands as well and he was clutching it so hard, his knuckles had turned completely white. He was staring directly at Harry, bloody murder in his eyes. Harry quickly turned away again, though he could still feel the hateful gaze in his neck. There was no chance in hell he was going to spend his holidays with that asshole!
“It'd be a huge insult to Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy if you don't – I mean, you obviously can't go, just you'll have to be really careful with how you word your reply”, Ron muttered, awkward.
“Fuck them!”
“Harry!”, Hermione told him off.
Harry turned his eyes on her, angry.
Defensively, she said: “Ron kind of has a point.”
“Then it's a good thing that I won't answer”, Harry stubbornly decided.
They all fell silent and stared at each other gloomily.
The next time any of them said anything was when Professor McGonagall came by to ask Hermione if she was going to stay at Hogwarts over Christmas.
“I'm going home to my parents. We're going skiing”, Hermione explained.
“Well, have fun, Miss Granger!”, McGonagall smiled and made a note on her list, “you'll go home like your siblings, I presume, Mr. Weasley?”
“No, I'll be staying at Hogwarts”, Ron quickly interjected.
The Professor eyed him curiously and made another note, then she turned to Harry.
“I-”, Harry said.
“I already know”, Professor McGonagall said, “Mrs. Malfoy wrote me a letter explaining everything. I think it's great you and young Mr. Malfoy finally made up with each other!”
She had already half turned away.
“I'm not going!”, Harry called after her.
“What?”, she asked, confused.
“I'm staying at Hogwarts!”, Harry insisted.
“Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy went to great trouble to invite you. They were very concerned when they heard you spend your last Christmas alone. I think it's very generous of them-”
“It's a trap!”, Ron blurted out.
McGonagall furrowed her brows. “Nonsense!”
“Mr. Malfoy tried to kill me!”, Harry reminded her.
“We went over that. We agreed it was all a horrible misunderstanding!”, McGonagall said.
“No, it wasn't”, Harry muttered.
“You can't go around telling people that, Potter!”, the Professor reprimanded him.
“You know it's true!”, Ron interjected.
“Dobby confirmed it, too!”, Hermione agreed.
Professor McGonagall sighed: “The word of a house-elf and a child! We can't accuse Lucius Malfoy with nothing more than that!”
“What if they're in league with Black?”, Harry asked.
“Look, Potter, the Malfoys won't do anything to you while you're their guest. You'll be perfectly save. And I really think it is past time you learned to get along with their son.”
“But-”, Harry said.
“You're going, Mr. Potter, that is my final word”, McGonagall told him and turned away.
Harry, Ron and Hermione stared after her, speechless.
They went to Dumbledore right after breakfast to beseech him to intervene. The headmaster patiently listened to all their objections, he even repeatedly offered each of them some jelly slugs or a biscuit, but in the end he agreed with Professor McGonagall. Harry grudgingly resigned to his fate. At least this way, Ron would go home and spend Christmas with his family after all.
Monday, December 20th“Draco, dear, would you come to the parlour for a moment? Your father and I would like to speak to you.”
Draco didn't look up as his mom called. He clenched his hands into fists. He hated this! He hated it, he hated it, he hated it!
“Draco, didn't you hear?”
He heaved a sigh and called: “Yes, mom, I'm on my way!”
Angry, he pushed his chair back and got up. Potter was due to arrive shortly, his parents would want Draco to greet him. He felt more like choking the asshole to death. Now that pile of dragon shit was even going to ruin his holidays! Eyes on the floor, Draco walked out of his room, down the corridor and the stairs, through the hall and over to the parlour.
“There you are at last!”, his mom said, “oh, honey, would you just look at yourself! Harry will be here shortly!” She got down to tug at his shirt and ruffle through his hair.
Draco tried to get her hands off of him. His hair was fine!
“Your mom and I wanted to go through some rules with you we set for this visit”, his dad said.
Draco stared at him hostilely.
“You will politely greet Harry when he arrives, and then you will properly apologize to him for that awful and dangerous prank you played on him!”, his mom said.
“I'm not apologizing to that prick”, Draco murmured under his breath.
“What was that?”, his mom asked.
“I'm not apologizing!”
“Don't talk back to your mother!”, his dad yelled at him, “your hand!”
Draco stared at him defiantly.
“Now!”, his dad demanded, dangerously silent.
Draco slowly raised his right hand, palm up, and closed his eyes. His dad slapped his cane right across his palm. Draco suppressed a cry of pain and pressed his hand to his chest. It burned like fire. He blinked away tears from his eyes.
“You will apologize to Potter!”
“Yes, Sir”, Draco pressed forth between clenched teeth.
“While Potter is here, you will be on your absolute best behaviour! No arguing, no fighting! You will be polite and friendly to Potter, and you will treat him like a guest! You will not embarrass me again or so Merlin help you!”
His dad measured him with his eyes and Draco stared back angrily.
“One more thing”, his dad said and held out his hand, demandingly, “your wand!”
“What? No! Father, you-”, Draco started.
His dad lifted his cane again.
“-yes, Sir”, Draco finished.
He handed over his wand and watched as his father took it and went over to his study to lock it away.
“It is for the best, honey, you know you sometimes have your father's temperament. It's only a few days, you'll get it back once Harry has left”, his mom whispered to him, “come, let's get over to the fireplace to greet your guest, he should arrive any minute!”
Draco just looked at her darkly.
Potter made them wait, adding insult to injury. When the flames in the fireplace finally roared up and turned green, Draco's dad had already rejoined them. A moment later, Potter stepped out of the flames, dragging his trunk after him. He looked around warily.
Draco's mom gave Draco a push and he hesitantly stepped forward.
“Hello, Potter”, he muttered without looking the asshole in the eyes.
“Malfoy”, Potter returned icily.
“Welcome to our home!”, Draco's mom piped in.
His dad just nodded silently, the hate in his eyes as he faced Potter barely concealed.
Potter eyed Draco's parents distrustful. “Hello”, he murmured.
There was an awkward silence and Draco's mom tried to give Draco signals with her eyes. Draco ignored her.
“Before he shows you your room, Draco wanted to tell you something”, she prompted.
Draco bite his lips, his mom stared at him. He pressed forth: “I wanted to say I'm sorry.”
'Go on', his mom's eyes seemed to say.
Draco turned back to Potter.
“For slipping you the diuretic. It-it was a childish thing to do and dangerous and stupid”, he swallowed, “I'm sorry and I'm glad you're OK.”
Potter returned Draco's stare just as coldly.
“Don't forget the snake”, he silently reminded him.
Draco grimaced. He had managed to keep that embarrassing incident from his parents till now.
“And for setting the snake on you”, he agreed, grinding his teeth, “I'm sorry for that, too.”
By the look his father gave him, this wouldn't be the last he heard of it. Setting a snake on a Parselmouth. Twice! Dragon dung, his dad so was going to skin him alive for his stupidity!
Potter had noticed, too, and he grinned, spiteful. “I accept your apology”, he said pompously, his hateful eyes speaking an entirely different language.
“Why don't you show Harry to his room, dear?”, Draco's mom interrupted their staring contest.
Without a word, Draco turned around and walked out into the hall. At the door, he turned back. Potter was still standing there, stupidly looking at him. “This way!”, Draco told him.
Potter picked up his trunk and dragged it after him, slowly making his way over. Draco turned back around and went ahead to the first floor. Potter's trunk was heavy and he was obviously struggling to pull it up the stairs. Draco just leaned on the railing and watched.
When Potter, breathing heavily, had finally made it all the way up to the first floor, Draco led him down the corridor to his room. His mom had put Potter in the guest room right next to Draco's own rooms.
“This is where you'll stay”, he told Potter as he opened the door and entered first.
Potter followed him inside and with an exhausted sigh dropped down the trunk. He awkwardly looked around before he went over to the huge double bed, tested the mattress with his hand and clumsily sat down at the foot end, still surreptitiously examining his surroundings. Draco fought a smile. Potter tried to hide it, but he was impressed by the size of the room.
“Sorry about the accommodations”, he said, “I know it's rather small.”
Potter forced himself to stop gawking at the bedpost that was covered in delicate ornaments in the form of snakes. Still trying his best to look unimpressed, but failing, he said: “No, it's OK.”
They both fell silent and there was an uneasy pause. Potter resumed staring at the furniture and Draco wasn't sure what to do with him next. He knew he was supposed to entertain him as a guest he just didn't want to.
“Want to see my rooms?”, he finally asked.
Potter got up, Draco took it as a yes.
He led him over. “This is my den”, he explained as he entered the first room. He dismissively pointed at the shelves that covered almost the entire right wall, “I keep most of my stuff here.”
Potter stared at the rows and rows of magical gizmos and books and toys, round-eyed. Draco followed Potter's look and smirked. He couldn't help but brag a little. “My dad gave me that telescope for my last birthday. My old one must still be around here somewhere... those gobstones are actual jewels. And don't touch that dragon, it's not a toy, it's antique!”, he said smugly, “oh, and it bites”, he added as the statue snapped at Potter's hand.
Potter picked up Draco's old toy Snitch from the shelves and held it up on his palm. It was covered in dents and scratches and its once glossy surface had long since turned dull. Slowly, it unfolded its wings and with laboured flaps it rose up to sluggishly dance around the room. Draco quickly snatched it out of the air. “That's my first practice Snitch”, he said, embarrassed by the crappy toy, “I don't even know why I haven't thrown it away long ago. I got plenty better ones!”
Despite his words, he carefully put the dented gold globe back onto the little cushion it sat on in the shelf. He turned around and quickly walked over to the open door to his second room.
“Over here is my bedroom”, he explained. He let Potter have a glimpse at his big canopy bed, then he closed the door again.
Draco sat down backwards on his desk chair.
Pointing at his armchair, he gregariously offered: “Have a seat!”
Potter slowly came over. For a while they sat there in silence, avoiding each other's gaze. Potter tried not to show it, but his eyes kept wandering around, looking at all the stuff Draco owned. Draco noticed it with some satisfaction. Potter probably hadn't ever even seen the likes of half these things – certainly not at his Muggle home!
Finally, Draco cleared his throat. He asked: “Truce?”
Hesitantly, he offered his hand.
Potter just stared at him darkly, unmoving.
“Look”, Draco tried to be reasonable, “I know you don't want to be here. And just so you know, you're ruining my holiday plans as well!”
Potter still ignored the outstretched hand. He turned away and gloomily contemplated the staring glass eye that sat on Draco's desk and glared back at the both of them. Draco slowly lowered his hand. He ground his teeth.
“Be reasonable, Potter! My parents are gonna skin both of us alive if we don't get along. Would you rather have stayed back at Hogwarts alone? Or gone to that Muggle family of yours that doesn't want you?”, Draco couldn't refrain from throwing that last jab at Potter.
He sure hit a wound spot, for Potter's expression darkened with anger. He smirked at Draco: “They'll skin you alive, you mean.”
Draco glared at him. He so hated that spiteful prick! Through clenched teeth he said: “Look, you can either fight me and I swear I'll make your stay hell as well. Or you agree to play along, maybe then my parents will even allow you to visit the Weasel brood or your Mudblood sweetheart Granger for an afternoon or two and I get to spend a few hours with-”, he awkwardly stopped himself, then he quickly continued, “-without you. Truce?”
He extended his hand again.
Potter didn't seem to see the offered hand, he asked: “With whom?”
“None of your fucking business! Do we have a deal?”
Potter stared at him a long moment before he finally took Draco's hand. “Truce”, he agreed. Neither of them looked particularly comfortable with the idea and they both quickly withdrew their hands and looked away from each other again.
Draco sat there in silence, staring at the floor, the table, the door. Anywhere but at Potter. He shot a surreptitious glance at Potter. The kid was staring intently the other way as well. This was stupid!
“So”, Draco said to no one in particular, “since we kinda sorta have a truce and since you're like a guest, wanna play a game or something?”
“Like what?”, Potter asked.
Draco's eyes wandered over to the shelves. Potter would probably be envious of his limited edition 'Snitch Snatcher!'-game, but that wasn't fun with only two players. Gobstones, no, that was for children. “How about chess?”, he asked.
Potter smiled: “Cool! But I warn you, I'm a good at chess! I play it all the time with Ron!”
“Good”, Draco agreed.
In all honesty, he didn't like how confident Potter looked. Wizard's chess was one of Draco's favorite games and the last thing he needed was Potter beating him at yet another thing that he had trained so hard to get good at. Dragon shit! There was no way that twit was better than him at chess!
He put his board on the table and set up the pieces. Potter looked at the figurines, awed. Draco smirked, but he said nothing. He had gotten this set from his aunt, all pieces were exquisitely hand-carved from ivory and ebony.
“If you're so good, wanna play by tournament rules?”, he asked, casually.
Potter quickly nodded, “sure”, he said, but he suddenly sounded a lot less confident than he probably tried to seem. Draco took note of his uneasiness with some satisfaction.
He put his chess clock on the table as well. Since Potter was the guest, Draco let him have the first move.
At first Draco was on edge and very careful about his moves. He definitely didn't want to loose to Potter. However, he soon realized that, despite Potter's earlier boasting, his nervousness was completely unfounded. Potter, in fact, stank at chess.
His chess pieces thought so, too.
“No, no, don't move me there!”, the white knight complained, “move the bishop!”
He hacked at Potter with his sword as Potter tried to pick up the intractable figure to force it to move. Potter hurriedly withdrew his hand and sheepishly examined the board again. More of his pieces began talking all over each other, giving him contradictory advice. Finally, Potter awkwardly commanded the bishop forward.
Draco slew it with his queen. “Check”, he announced. Potter's pieces muttered to each other even more. Two more inept moves from Potter and Draco had him in checkmate.
In their second game, Potter played more careful and took his sweet time to make his moves, he actually ran out of time only half-way through the game, though Draco didn't mention it. He easily beat Potter again.
However, he couldn't savour his victory. This was no fun, there was no challenge in winning against that fool. No satisfaction in it, it was too easy.
“Let's do something else”, Draco suggested.
Potter looked down at the chess board, unhappy. He uncomfortably shifted around in his seat. “No”, he demanded, “I almost beat you this time! Give me at least one more re-match!”
Draco eyed him pityingly. If the idiot wanted to be beaten up again, who was he to deny him? He shrugged. “Alright.”
He reset up the clock and made sure that this time they had double the previous time limit each. Then he let Potter have the first move.
Draco only paid half attention to the game, he knew he could easily beat his foe. Potter apparently realized it, too, for he grew increasingly fidgety and took more and more time to make his moves.
“Queen to F3”, Draco ordered with hardly a glance at the board, “take his knight!”
“Are you sure?”, the uppity figurine asked.
Draco harrumphed: “Just do as I say!”
Obediently, the black queen moved forward.
“Check”, Draco said.
Potter chewed on his lips as he concernedly examined the board. He nervously bumped his leg up and down.
“Rook to F3”, he finally said.
Draco jerked around as he heard the command, he immediately realized his mistake. Panicky, he looked over his position. Dragon dung! Had he just handed this game to Potter?
The only question was: Did the twit realize it, too? He couldn't let that stupid show-off beat him again! Not him! Not Potter, who was raised by Muggles and was almost a Mudblood himself! Not in this! Not in something that Draco should be so much his better! Not again!
Potter probably thought he had him in a tight spot, too – and rightfully so – but he was still anxious he had missed something. His face was one of utter concentration and he nervously drummed his fingers on the table as he waited for Draco to make his next move. Sadly, though, Draco saw no way to recover his board – short of Potter making an equally stupid move. He shot him an angry glance. At least, he would make the asshole work as hard as possible for his undeserved victory!
Potter was bumping up and down his knee again, shaking the table a little every time. His seeming inability to sit still was kinda annoying and it actually started to get on Draco's nerves. Just when he was about to snap at the stupid kid to sit still for just a second, Potter stood up. Draco looked at him questioningly.
“Erm, could you tell me where the bathroom is?”, Potter murmured, a bit embarrassed.
Suddenly, Draco realized the reason for his foe's nervousness. He asked: “So you're giving up?”
“No”, Potter said, “I just need a bathroom break!”
“Well”, Draco mused, now seriously fighting a mischievous grin, “if you leave, you forfeit the game. Those are the rules.”
“Come on, Malfoy, that's bullshit!”
“You wanted to play by tournament rules!”, Draco insisted, “to how many tournaments have you actually been? I've been to many, I know the rules!”
Of course, he was telling a whole pile of dragon shit. The other kids at the tournaments took bathroom breaks all the time, even teens far older than him. It was really annoying. Naturally, Draco never had interrupted a game to go to the loo, not even on his first tournament when he had been only eight years old. He had been so excited and he had had to go so badly, but he had had some pride! He looked over to the small trophy that sat by his old toy snitch on the shelf. He had even made it third place in that tournament, despite being one of the youngest. Of course, his dad hadn't praised him, oh no! He had been furious because Draco had lost his last match to some Mudblood kid. Draco sighed.
“Sorry, Potter, I can't change the rules! I thought you were serious, but if this is just some children's game to you...”, he trailed off.
Potter actually swallowed his lie! Determined, he sat back down. He made a quick and badly planned out move and Draco managed to threaten both Potter's remaining knight and his bishop. He smirked. Maybe he could still win after all! Potter was scissoring his legs, staring at the board intently. Haltingly, he moved the bishop out of harm's way.
Draco took his time, pretending to think over his turn. His pieces started to mutter to themselves and he hushed them, annoyed. He was still at a disadvantage and his only chance was to play for time. He eyed the game clock and grinned, now he was thankful he had doubled their limit. After a long wait, finally, he took out Potter's knight.
Potter moaned silently. He bit his lip and stared down on the board, nervously seesawing his knees. Then he grinned and ordered his bishop forward. He smiled: “Check!”
Draco swallowed a curse. That move put him three turns away from checkmate. He stared at his king. The figurine looked back at him, worriedly.
“Hurry up, man!”, Potter whined.
“I gotta think this over carefully”, Draco told him, “you took your time making you moves as well!”
A silent whimper escaped Potter, but he didn't protest any more. He pressed his legs together and his left hand slowly wandered down to his crotch. Why didn't that stupid, stubborn prat just give up already?
Draco's pieces grew more and more nervous as well. Finally, his king turned around to him and whispered: “You can only move me or the rook to-”
“Shut up!”, Draco hissed at him.
He took out Potter's bishop with the rook. Potter moaned, he probably realized that Draco was playing on time. He in turn captured Draco's rook with his queen.
Draco pretended to think through his options again. He eyed the clock, he still had almost ten minutes left. He glanced over to his opponent. Potter was holding himself, nervously scissoring his legs and shifting around in his seat. Merlin, why didn't he just concede?
Draco pointedly eyed Potter's hand. “Look, if you gotta go that bad-”
“No! I'm fine”, Potter cut him off. He hurriedly moved the hand away and uncrossed his legs.
“OK”, Draco gave in.
Potter managed to keep still for almost half a minute before he started to bump his knees up and down again.
Draco stubbornly waited the whole ten minutes before he angrily ordered his king to get away from Potter's queen. He couldn't believe that ass was going to win!
Potter gasped with relief as Draco finally hit the clock. Almost instantly, he followed the king with his queen. Now Draco had only one place left to go and he was out of time. He moved his king out of harm's way one last time.
“Queen to C6! Checkmate!”, Potter spluttered, proudly, “I told you I almost had you that last game-”, he bend over with a whimper and grabbed his crotch. He hurriedly got up, “man, I gotta go to the loo!”
Draco gave him a death stare. That stupid pile of dragon dung didn't even realize how bad he played! And Draco had let him win! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Potter staggered over to the door. Halfway out on the corridor, he turned around. He moaned: “Malfoy! Please! Where is the bathroom?”
“Yeah, yeah, I'll show you in a second”, Draco grumbled. He reached for the chess pieces and started to furiously stuff them back into their box.
Potter ran back over, he grabbed Draco at the arm and forced him to look up. “Now! I need the loo now!”, he screeched. He had to go so bad, he was shaking and jumping from one foot to the other. For a second Draco thought of tormenting the twat some more. Maybe that would humiliate him and show him his place! But he didn't want to get Potter's piss all over his carpet, besides, his dad would beat him raw. “Door right across the corridor”, he said.
Potter just jerked around and sprinted out. Draco heard him slam the bathroom door shut, then for a very long time, there was nothing until he heard the toilet flush.
A moment later, Potter emerged from the bathroom and rejoined Draco in the den, looking very relieved.
“Man, that was a good piss!”, Potter announced proudly, then he realized what he had just said and grinned awkwardly. Draco gave him an embarrassed look, feeling appropriately ashamed for the both of them.
* * *
Harry was laying in his bed, unable to sleep. Dinner together with the Malfoys must have been the most awkward time of his life. On the surface, they had all been perfectly polite to him, of course. The food had been really good, too, Mrs. Malfoy had even insisted he take seconds. But the silent looks they all gave him! Harry would have preferred any supper at the Dursleys to this experience.
But that wasn't what kept him awake. Harry peered over to the silhouette of the door in the darkness. He so wished he had the key to lock it! He didn't fear for his life or anything, but what if Malfoy planned to play some nasty prank on him at night? Harry uncomfortably shifted around in his bed. The drynite under his pyjama pants felt awfully thick. What if Malfoy sneaked over to scare him or something stupid like that and he discovered it? He just knew Malfoy would find out! And what was he to do with his used dynite in the morning anyways? At Hogwarts he just waited until he had the washroom for himself for a moment and threw it in the waste bin. He couldn't do that here! What if Malfoy saw it in the trash? Or his parents!
Harry restlessly shifted around again when he heard a floorboard creak on the corridor. Harry instantly froze and listened. Outside, the muffled sound of steps came from the direction where Malfoy's room lay. Was Malfoy coming over for real? Maybe he just had to take a leak and was heading for the bathroom?
But the silent steps continued down the corridor, past Harry's room. What was Malfoy up to in the middle of the night? Now Harry's suspicion was peaked and his curiosity got the better of him.
He quickly got out of bed and sneaked over to the door on his bare feet. He quietly pulled it open a crack and peered outside. In the pale moonlight, he could see Malfoy's back in the distance just as the boy descended the stairs and vanished from his view.
Harry slipped outside and silently followed him. When Malfoy reached the ground floor, he looked around furtively, like he was afraid to be seen. Harry quickly hid behind the railing. Malfoy was acting more and more suspicious! He waited a moment longer, then he turned towards the small sitting room with the fireplace in which Harry had arrived earlier. Harry ran down the stairs and creeped over to the door. He carefully peered into the room.
Malfoy was standing at the fireplace, poking at the embers with an iron rod. While he had his back turned, Harry quickly got closer and hid behind an armchair. When Malfoy had rekindled the fire, he put away the iron and sat down on the sofa in front of the fireplace. Harry peeked around his armchair. Some minutes passed, but Malfoy was still just sitting there. What the hell was he doing here? Maybe he just couldn't sleep either.
Just when Harry contemplated leaving and going back to bed, he heard the fire roar up and the shifting lights it cast on the walls turned green for a second. Harry held his breath and cowered deeper behind the armchair.
“Draco?”, he heard a whisper.
By the sound of it, Malfoy literally jumped up from his seat. Excited, he answered: “Yeah, I'm here! I almost thought you had forgotten!”
“Sorry”, the other one said. A young teen like them, judging by his voice. Harry recognised him, he was certain he had heard that voice before! Some Slytherin classmate? He just couldn't pin it on a person. Harry tried to get a glimpse at the face in the fireplace as it continued to talk, “I nearly wouldn't have made it for real, thought my dad would never go to bed! Man, I miss you already!”
“Yeah, miss you, too, Theo!”, Malfoy said. Theodore Nott! That was who the voice belonged to!
“Had a nice day together with your dad?”, Malfoy asked.
“He's been working all day”, Nott sighed.
“Sorry! I so wish you were here instead of Potter!”
“Yeah, me too! How are you keeping up?”
“Potter is driving me nuts! Dad even took my wand away while he's here, can you believe that?”
“That's harsh.”
They both fell silent for a moment.
Then Nott spoke up again: “You sure I can't come through for just a second?”
“No, dad warded the fireplace! He'd know!”, Draco said.
“I just want to hold you, I miss you already!”
“I know”, Malfoy said and knelt down in front of the fireplace.
Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Was Malfoy really bowing down and kissing Nott's face in the embers? Harry blushed and quickly retreated behind the armchair again.
“I want to kiss you for real! I want to touch you, I love you so much!”, Nott whispered.
That wasn't at all what Harry had expected and now he felt bad for eavesdropping on Malfoy's conversation. He decided that it was high time to leave. He took a quick peek around his cover, Malfoy still had his back turned and he shielded Harry from Nott's view with his body. Harry rose up and darted towards the exit. Only, in the darkness, he hadn't seen the carpet and he tripped over it's edge and with an audible crash stumbled into a table.
Harry jerked around. Malfoy was staring at him wide-eyed with an expression of complete shock on his face. Harry looked back at him like a deer caught in the headlights.
When Malfoy made a step in his direction, Harry just turned and ran. He could hear Malfoy's angry steps right behind him. Harry shot up the stairs and down the corridor to his room like the devil himself was after him.
He bolted into his room, slammed the door shut and leaned against it. A moment later, Malfoy burst into it, and the hinges creaked alarmingly, but the door held.
The handle moved down, but Harry grabbed it and pulled it back up.
“Potter!”, Malfoy hissed on the other side.
He pounded on the door and jerked at the handle again, but Harry held on to it like his life depended on it. Malfoy's body slammed into the door a second time and he tore at the handle.
Then, suddenly, he stopped. Harry heard him walk over to his own room and slam shut the door. Crap, what if Malfoy was getting his wand to blast the door open? Harry eyed his trunk, in which his own wand still was buried, but he didn't dare to leave the door.
He waited, anxiously listening for some sound from Malfoy. Silence. Maybe he had left for good? Maybe he had calmed down. Hadn't he said he didn't have his wand? Harry wasn't sure any more. He still held the handle in his hands. Maybe he ought to take a peek to make sure? Or was Malfoy outside, quietly waiting for him to do just that? Harry listened at the door. Probably safest he waited a bit longer.
But Malfoy didn't return. After a long while, Harry finally let go of the door handle and haltingly went over to his bed to crawl under the blankets. He felt really bad about himself. He really hadn't meant to invade Malfoy's privacy like that. Should he have apologized? He stared up at the dark ceiling, and contemplated what he could do about it now that the damage was done. Should he bring it up in the morning and apologize? Or was it best he didn't mention any of it ever again?
His worries kept him awake a long time before finally, his tiredness caught up to him and he fell into an uneasy sleep. |
Thank you!
Sorry for the long wait!
I currently have little time to write, but I intend to continue this story.
Here is the next chapter:
Tuesday, December 21stIn the morning, Draco woke up to a wet bed like usual. With an angry stab his bladder informed him that it needed urgent emptying, too. He groaned, he hadn't gotten much sleep that night either. He had lain awake, worrying that Potter would tell his parents – especially his dad.
Out of habit, Draco reached for his wand on the nightstand, though of course, his hand didn't find it. He swallowed a silent curse, quickly pushed off his blankets and jumped out of bed. He hurriedly ripped off his soaked pyjamas and rushed over to his chest of drawers. Fidgeting all the time, he got out a clean one that looked at least remotely similar to the one he had worn and clumsily slipped into it.
He made a step towards the door, but then he hesitated and turned around. He couldn't leave his soaked bed and the wet pyjamas on the floor for everybody to see like that! With a groan, he quickly snatched up the pyjamas, threw them onto the bed and hastily pulled the blanket back up to cover up the mess. Then he ran out again. At the door, he turned around again and gave his work a critical look. It would do. For a second, he had to cross his legs, then he quickly pulled the door shut behind himself and hurriedly crossed his den.
He took a furtive peek down the corridor. To his relieve, it was deserted and the door to Potter's room was still closed. Draco made a beeline for the bathroom, ripped open the door, took one look inside to make sure it wasn't occupied, then he was already in, slammed the door shut and locked it.
He sprinted over to the toilet, pushed back the lid and ripped down his pants. Then he aimed his member at the bowl and with a relieved moan, he opened the floodgates.
He was almost finished, when someone tried the door handle and then urgently knocked at the door.
“Someone in there?”, Potter's voice asked.
Draco cramped up completely and his stream immediately stopped. He was so glad he had taken the time to lock the door!
“Occupied”, he awkwardly called out.
There was a short silence, then Potter whined: “Hurry up! I gotta go to the loo!”
Draco ignored him. He turned back to the toilet and tried to relax. Potter pounded on the door again. “Hurry up!” Draco shot an annoyed glance at the door. He sure wasn't going to finish peeing with that twit outside! Well, he had almost finished anyways. Hesitantly, he pulled up his pants and flushed the toilet – even though he hated announcing to Potter that he just had used the loo himself. Then he proceeded to wash his hands. He didn't particularly hurry.
Once he had carefully dried off his hands, he went over to the door to unlock it. The second he turned the key, Potter burst inside and tried to slip past him. Draco caught his arm and shoved him against the wall. He quickly pushed the door shut again.
“So, you were spying on me last night?”, he confronted Potter.
“No! Yes! I'm sorry!”, the stupid kid whined and tried to wiggle out of his grip.
Draco pushed him against the wall harder and leaned on him. “You listened in on me and Theo! What did you hear? You going to tell anyone?”
“No! I-I won't! I promise! Please, I really need the loo!”, Potter begged, but Draco was angry and afraid.
“You're going to tell my parents?”
Potter squirmed. “No! No! Please!”
“I swear, if you tell on me, if you prevent me and Theo from talking the rest of the Holidays, I make your life hell!”
“Please-”, Potter moaned. Suddenly, a shiver went through him and he stopped fidgeting. Instead, Draco heard an all too familiar hissing sound. Potter started to sob. Draco awkwardly stepped away from him and looked down.
Potter didn't move, he just stood there, bawling. To Draco's surprise, no wetness showed on Potter's groin at first, though the hissing continued and Draco knew he wasn't mistaken about the kid wetting himself. Then, the right leg of Potter's pyjama pants began to darken at the crease between his groin and his tight. The pee quickly spread down his leg and a tiny bit dripped down to the floor, forming a little puddle around Potter's bare foot. A small wet spot formed on the inside of his left pyjama leg as well, but before it could extend all the way down, Potter had already finished peeing.
Draco stared at it and at the puddle on the floor. Dragon dung! He really hoped Potter wouldn't tell about this either, or he had just gotten himself in even deeper shit! He awkwardly looked at the mess the kid had made. Then he suddenly wondered, Potter had been peeing full-force for like a minute, and yet there was just this tiny puddle? He pushed the thought away and looked back up at Potter. The stupid twat was crying uncontrollably.
“Potter?”, Draco asked awkwardly.
But the bawling boy was completely unresponsive.
“Potter?”, Draco asked, louder. Potter still didn't react.
Draco figured, he was in even more trouble if he just left Potter like that and the boy later told on him.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you wet yourself”, he said without looking Potter in the eyes, “come on, let's get you into the bathtub!”
Potter didn't resist as Draco gently pushed him in the direction of the tub, but he also didn't help. He just stood there and cried. Draco turned on the water, then he turned back to Potter.
“Take off your pyjamas!”, he instructed.
Potter didn't respond.
“I said, you have to take of your wet clothes!”, Draco tried again. Nothing. It didn't look like Potter was able to take care of cleaning himself in his state. Uneasy, Draco knelt down in front of him, “I'm going to help you undress, OK?”
He took Potter's silence as agreement and hesitantly reached for the waistband of Potter's pyjama bottoms. At least he didn't have to touch any of the pee-soaked parts! As he pulled at them, Potter wailed even louder. “No! Don't!”, he blubbered between sobs, but Draco already had the pants down to Potter's knees. He pulled them down all the way, then he looked up at the strange pair of briefs they had revealed. They were hugely bloated and felt extremely saggy when Draco hesitantly touched them. To Draco's confusion – but also great relief – they felt dry on the outside. Potter started crying even more desperately. Draco hardly had to pull at the pair of briefs, they were so heavy, they almost slid down on their own and slumped to the floor with a wet squish.
Draco couldn't help but take a quick glance. His adversary was kinda small down there still and except for a few lone black hairs, he was completely smooth. Draco quickly looked away again. Potter was still bawling his eyes out. Draco clumsily guided him to step out of his pants. Then he raised the boy's arms and stripped off his pyjama tops as well. Now Potter stood before him completely in the nude. Draco awkwardly checked the temperature of the water.
“We gotta get you in the tub”, he told Potter.
Like he had feared, the boy didn't move, so Draco carefully put Potter's hands on his shoulders to give him a hold, then, one by one, he raised Potter's legs over the rim of the tub and sat them back down inside. He had to fight a shiver as he touched the kid's pee-covered skin. Though, it wasn't entirely out of disgust. Awkward as it was, seeing the black-haired boy in such a helpless state, being so close to him and touching him felt kind of... nice? Draco shook off that horrifying thought.
Once Potter was safely placed under the shower, Draco immediately let go of him. Brusquely, he told him: “Wash yourself!”
He quickly turned away from Potter and, searching for something else to look at, his eyes fell on the odd pair of briefs. Draco squat down to examine them closer. He hesitated a moment, then he reached for them. Only when he picked them up, he realized how incredibly thick they really were and how heavy. But just in the crotch and back, on the sides the fabric was so flimsy, he could almost look through it. There was a picture printed on the front – some Muggle kid balancing on one of those strange roller boards Draco sometimes saw them ride down the streets. It felt completely dry there, though the bloated inside was soaking wet and when Draco gently pressed down on it, a little bit of liquid leaked out at the side.
Just then the realization hit him: He was touching Potter's still warm piss! Draco dropped the disgusting thing like it was on fire and hurriedly got up. He went over to the sink and gave his hands a most thorough wash. When he turned back around, he saw that Potter was still just stupidly standing under the shower, motionless and sobbing silently.
Draco reached for the soap and put it into Potter's hand. “You have to clean yourself!”, he reminded him and made washing motions with his hands.
Potter haltingly started to rub the soap over his body. Draco shot him another awkward glance to make sure the kid was actually washing himself, then he quickly went to the door and slipped out to give Potter some privacy. He pulled the door shut behind himself.
On the corridor, Draco eyed the door to Potter's room and bit his lip. Potter would probably take a while in the bathroom, so maybe Draco could quickly borrow his wand to take care of his own bed without anyone noticing? He ran over and hurriedly looked around in the guest room. Potter's wand wasn't on the nightstand. Not under the pillow either. He opened the wardrobe, but found it empty. Potter hadn't bothered to unpack his clothes yet. Draco eyed the huge trunk that sat at the foot of the bed. He quickly opened it and dug through the piles of clothes. Where the fuck had Potter hidden his stupid wand? Shirts, underwear – one of the briefs had a faint skid mark on it and Draco immediately dropped it again, horrified – a pair of worn jeans, one sock, it was like Potter had blindly picked up a bunch of random clothes and just stuffed them all into his trunk. Did that twat know no order at all?
Draco reached the bottom of the trunk, but still no wand. Instead, he found two big plastic packs. He picked one up. The front showed a picture of the strange briefs Potter had worn. 'DryNites', it said above it and, in smaller print 'Pyjama Pants 8-15 years'. On the top there was an image of some sleeping kid laying in bed – the picture wasn't moving, though, even when Draco shook it. He turned the pack around and examined it further. Apparently, it contained nine of those strange briefs. Or it had once, for it was ripped open at the side and, presumably, Potter had removed the pair he had been wearing. Draco stared at the pack. He remembered how thick and wet the thing had been. He eyed Potter's bed, which was completely dry, then he looked back at the pack and re-read the description. 'Absorbent pants for the night' and 'like real underwear' the fine print said.
Suddenly, he realised that he didn't hear the shower running anymore. He dropped the drynite pack back into the trunk and got up, but at that moment Potter entered the room, just wearing a towel around his waist. Potter stared at Draco, then at his open trunk and the pack of drynites laying on top of the clothes inside. He started crying again.
“Now you're gonna tell everyone! I'm gonna loose all my friends!”, Potter sobbed.
Draco genuinely felt a bit bad about himself. A very tiny bit. Almost. But that wasn't the point, his parents were going to kill him for real if they heard that stupid twit's wailing and they found him like this!
“I won't”, Draco muttered.
Potter didn't even seem to have heard him. The kid was completely out of his mind and kept on bawling his eyes out while jammering incoherently about loosing all his friend.
Draco stepped up to Potter and slapped him across the face.
“Snap out of it! I said I won't tell!”, he yelled at him.
Potter just stared at him for a second, scared, then he started weeping even louder.
“I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just calm down, OK?”, Draco tried to hush him.
But Potter wouldn't. Draco didn't know what else to do, he took Potter's hand and dragged him over to his own bedroom. He awkwardly eyed Potter, then he pulled back the blanket from his bed to reveal the wet mess below.
“See?”, he said, “I won't tell.”
He nervously waited for Potter's reaction. Any reaction. At first, the boy just stared at Draco's wet bed without understanding. He looked up at Draco and back down at the bed.
“You... too?”, he finally asked.
Draco sighed: “Yeah.”
He quickly drew the blanket back up and ushered Potter out of the bedroom. He eased him into the armchair in the den and sat down opposite to him.
Potter faced him with his teary eyes, confused, he snivelled: “Why did you show me?”
“So you know I won't tell on you”, Draco gently explained.
“But what if I tell on you?”
“Then I will tell on you, too.”
Potter thought about that. “Why didn't you just keep your bed-wetting a secret and made fun of me?”
Draco looked at the floor. “You're such an idiot, like, there is so much stuff to ridicule you about, it just didn't feel right to use something like this”, he said, embarrassed.
* * *
After Harry had fully calmed down again, he realized that Malfoy had undressed him and seen him naked and that he was sitting across from him, still only wearing a towel. And that Malfoy had a boyfriend! Harry hurriedly closed his legs.
“You... did you like seeing me naked?”, he asked, haltingly.
Malfoy blushed and avoided eye contact. “Of course not!”, he barked.
Harry bit his lip. “I understand”, he said, “I mean, it's natural, you're gay, it's just a bit awkward and-”
“I'm not gay!”, Draco interrupted him.
“You have a boyfriend”, Harry pointed out to him, embarrassed, “You and Nott are boyfriends, are you not?”
“Yes. No! That's totally different!”, Malfoy spluttered.
“How?”, Harry asked in a tiny voice.
“Well, no, it's like... look, you don't understand! It's different!”, Malfoy stammered, “I like Theo, OK? But I like girls, too! I think. I mean, you're supposed to like girls, right? I like girls!”
“It's OK, too, if you don't”, Harry pointed out.
Malfoy stared at him with a look of... confusion? Shame? Embarrassment? Harry wasn't sure, maybe a little bit of all three. Malfoy abruptly got up.
“I gotta take a shower myself”, he said, “erm, can I borrow your wand for a moment afterwards?”
Now he was definitely embarrassed.
“Why?”, Harry asked.
“My dad took mine”, Malfoy confessed silently.
“No, I mean, what for?”, Harry clarified.
Malfoy glanced over to the bedroom door. He said: “I gotta cast my bed clean.”
“Oh, sure”, Harry agreed, now feeling a bit ashamed himself, “but what about the ban on underage magic?”
Malfoy snorted. “You're in a wizard's house”, he explained, “the closest Muggle lives like twenty miles away. I use magic all the time!”
While Malfoy quickly popped under the shower, Harry went over to his room to get dressed and fetch his wand. He made sure to bury the pack of drynites at the bottom of his trunk again while he was at it. He still couldn't believe Malfoy of all people now shared his secret.
The wand in hand, Harry returned to Malfoy's room. He had hardly sat down when Malfoy entered, just wearing a towel around his hips. He took the wand from Harry and cast a cleaning charm on his bed. Harry feinted disinterest, though he stealthily listened and watched the wand movements closely. He and Ron always had laughed off such charms as girly and he certainly hadn't expected Malfoy to know one. If he was honest, though, the knowledge of even one cleaning charm would have saved him from embarrassment more than once. He was too proud to ask Malfoy to repeat the exact incantation and wand movements for him, but he made a mental note to look up the charm in the library when he was back at Hogwarts.
Malfoy returned his wand to him, then the Slytherin just dropped his towel right in front of Harry and proceeded to dress himself while they talked. Harry was a bit embarrassed and tried not to look, though, of course, he was used to dorm life at Hogwarts as well. His foe was quite a bit bigger than him in the male department already, he noticed, and he sprouted a small bush of blonde hair down there.
When Malfoy turned his back to him, Harry saw the red streaks on his buttocks.
“What-what happened to you?”, he blurted out.
Malfoy faced him again, confused. He asked: “What do you mean?”
“Your ass”, Harry pointed at the marks with a finger.
Malfoy's expression darkened. “Are you happy about your handiwork or do you want to gloat some more?”, he spat and stuck out his ass for Harry to see.
“What do you mean? I don't-”, Harry said.
“Yeah! Innocent little Potter! What did you expect would happen when you told my dad about the snake?”, Draco huffed, “got me a nice thrashing!”
“He honesty beat you for that?”, Harry gasped.
“Of course he did”, Draco said, angry.
Harry looked down at his feet. “I'm sorry”, he murmured quietly.
Draco stared at him a moment longer, annoyed, then he abruptly pulled his briefs over the offending marks and proceeded to quickly put on the rest of his clothes.
“Honestly, I'm so sorry!”, Harry stuttered, “I didn't think... I... that is horrible!”
Malfoy remained silent.
A horrible thought occurred to Harry. He quietly asked: “When I eavesdropped on you and Nott last night – I'm really sorry for that, too, by the way! – and... you were worried I would tell your parents about it. They won't punish you for being gay, would then?”
Draco burst out laughing.
“I told you, I'm not gay! And of cause they wouldn't!”, he angrily corrected Harry, “I could fuck that Granger Mudblood for all my dad cares as long as I keep it quiet! But he will kill me for being stupid enough to let you find out and I'd get a good licking for secretly using the fireplace on top of it!”
Harry ignored the jab against Hermione. He silently asked: “Have... have you talked to anyone about this? Isn't there someone who could do something about this? Professor Dumbledore maybe? Or Professor Lupin! Professor Lupin is really nice, he'll know what to do! I... I can go with you if you want. I-”
Draco grabbed him at his shirt and forced him to get up so their faces were at the same height. “You'll tell no one, do you understand!”, he hissed, “do you want to embarrass me even more? You do something wrong, you get a beating. That's how it is!”
“No it's not! That's horrible!”
“Don't tell me your Muggle uncle never gave you a thrashing!”
Harry avoided Malfoy's eyes. Uncle Vernon had done a lot o terrible things to him, but he had never physically hurt him. “No”, he muttered, “look, we could go to Professor McGonagall – or Dumbledore, he would help-”
With an angry cry, Draco pushed him back down into his seat.
He yelled: “Yeah! They always help YOU! Dumbledore, McGonagall, Lupin, all the teachers, they always favour you! If it's famous Harry Potter, they always bend the rules! You're always the centre of attention and you always get rewarded. You don't even study that hard! You slack off all the time and hang out with that waster Weasley! I am studying every day! I WORK very hard for my achievements! I have been flying a broom since before I could walk! I have trained for years to become as good a seeker as I am today! You were made seeker the first day you ever sat on a broom! Dragon dung, you got a fucking Nimbus dropped into your lap by your teacher! You never learned anything about magic, you don't study, you don't do your homework and yet you receive outstandings because you're the teacher's pet. Just because you're famous Harry Potter! That oaf Hagrid favours you, too, and he is really mean to all Slytherin! You and your friends constantly break the rules and the teachers just look the other way while I already get punished for looking at you the wrong way! I work hard and study for years to get good at something and then you come along and everything just falls into your lap! No one ever notices when I do good because they only have eyes for famous Harry Potter! Everything always is about Harry Potter! There are fucking hundreds of Dementors at Hogwarts right now just to protect you! Even my dad always only talks of you! Do you remember last year's match Slytherin against Hufflepuff? That we only won by ten points because I caught the snitch? No? Do you think my dad does? Do you think he congratulated me on that catch? Or on any of the other matches we won? Even once? No! You know what he does? He is sending me fucking newspaper clippings about YOU! Harry Potter this, Harry Potter that! It's always Harry Potter!”
Malfoy's voice had turned more and more whiny as he went on with his tirade and he ended abruptly in a sob. He quickly turned away, but Harry had seen the tears in his eyes. He hadn't realized that that was how Malfoy had felt all the time. He still was kind of an arrogant, self-centred prick. Harry hadn't chosen to be the boy who lived and he would have given everything to grow up with his parents instead! Malfoy had never seen his life at the Dursleys either. And his teachers didn't favour him! They didn't, did they? Yet, Harry couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.
“I'm sorry, Draco”, he whispered, more to himself than to the other boy. |
He finally is the next installment of the story.
Getting back into Draco's voice was more difficult than I thought.
Sorry again for the long wait!
Friday, December 24thOn Christmas Eve Harry woke up early. When he sat up and looked out of the window, he saw the landscape glittering bright white in the first sunlight. It had snowed over night – they would have a white Christmas! Harry got up and stepped over to the window, his wet drynite dangling heavily between his legs. He had to pull it back up to keep it from sliding down all the way.
Just at that moment, the door flung open.
“Morning, Potter”, Malfoy said. Like usual, he didn't bother waiting for Harry to ask him in.
Harry quickly pulled his pyjama bottoms back over his drynite, then he turned to face the intruder.
“Malfoy.”
Malfoy strode to the middle of the room and stopped in front of Harry's bed. There wasn't a single wet spot on his pyjamas and they looked freshly ironed – like he had just gotten them from his wardrobe. Which he probably had, given the resentful way he examined Harry's bed, which of cause was completely dry as well.
For a second the Slytherin's eyes darted up and their eyes met, then Malfoy looked away again.
“Can I...?”, he asked, awkward. His eyes wandered over to Harry's wand on the bedside table. He didn't finish the question.
“Sure”, Harry muttered. So his suspicion had been right.
Draco snatched up the wand and quickly left. From the room next door, Harry heard him whisper the incantation of a cleaning spell. Harry sat down on his own bed, the wet drynite squishing under his weight. Truth be told, he actually felt a bit bad for Malfoy. Harry knew all too well how awful it was to wake up in a wet bed every morning.
With a silent sigh, he reached over to his trunk and pulled out the pack of drynites from under the clothes. It was his last but one pack. Had he spend the holidays at Ron's place like they had planned, he could just have asked Mrs Weasley to buy him new ones. Now he would have to write to her so she could send him some at the start of the next term before he ran out.
Harry silently did the math in his head. Eight more days before he got back to Hogwarts. This pack still held five more plus the nine from his last one. That left him with only six to spare ...
Malfoy's return interrupted his thoughts.
“Thanks”, he muttered without looking Harry in the eyes. He flipped around the wand and awkwardly held it out to Harry.
He tried to hide how hard it was on him to rely on Harry's help, but the embarrassment was all over his face. His eyes wandered down to Harry's dry bed and his expression turned even more sour. He probably regretted he had ever told Harry about his bedwetting.
Harry took the wand. Softly, he said: “I had a wet night, too.”
Malfoy didn't acknowledge that he had heard a word, he just gloomily stared at the dry bed.
Harry swallowed. “Do you ...? You could borrow ...”, he stammered, “I mean, like ... if you want you could try, I'd give you one of my drynites tonight?”
Malfoy harrumphed. “You want me to wear a diaper? No way! I'm not a baby like-”, he stopped himself, though Harry got his meaning anyways.
He looked down, embarrassed. “At least I am keeping my bed dry”, he whispered.
Malfoy's face turned red. For a second, he stared at Harry, hateful. He opened his mouth, closed it again, and then stormed out without another word. Harry heard him run into his room and slam shut the door behind him.
Darn it! He knew he should have bitten his tongue, but sometimes Malfoy just was such an ass! The truce between them was brittle at best, even though Harry tried to get along. He honestly tried! He really didn't want to get Malfoy into any more trouble with his dad, but Malfoy sure didn't make it easy.
Harry sighed again. This time, clearly Malfoy had started the fight, so why was Harry feeling guilty about talking back to the jerk?
He got up and went over to the bathroom to get rid of his drynite and take a long, hot shower.
* * *
Harry was long since back to his room and dressed, when an hour later, Malfoy's mom called them for breakfast. Harry put the book he had been reading aside and got up. Malfoy, too, emerged from his room. Without a word, he walked past Harry's and down the corridor. Harry followed him.
At the foot of the stairs, Malfoy lingered to let Harry catch up, glowering at him, impatient and obviously still angry. Harry stared back at him darkly, he had meant well, he sure wasn't going to apologize to the stupid ass!
He turned towards the dining room, but Malfoy stopped him. “This way!” He barked and started in a different direction, stopped after a few steps and, when Harry wasn't immediately following him, gave him an annoyed look. “It's Christmas Eve”, he explained like Harry was half-witted, “on Christmas Eve we have breakfast in the sunroom.”
The Malfoys were the only people Harry knew who used different rooms for breakfast and for dinner – and apparently they even had more than one for each occasion. Harry hesitantly turned around and fell in besides Malfoy. The Slytherin led him down a long hallway, past portraits of old and unfriendly-looking witches and wizards, who sneered at Harry, until they reached the sunroom, where Malfoy's parents were already sitting at the breakfast table.
“Good morning mom, dad!”, Malfoy beamed, a fake-smile suddenly all over his face. He always put up a show around his parents, always the perfect son.
“Good morning”, Harry echoed, awkward. He never felt comfortable around Mr and Mrs Malfoy. As he sat down besides Draco, Harry shot Mr Malfoy a quick look. The man was staring right at him, the hatred in his eyes barely hidden. Harry quickly reached for his hot chocolate and took a long gulp to hide behind the mug. He still remembered that look in those eyes from when Mr Malfoy had tried to kill him, it send a shiver down his spine.
“I heard you both up early today. Didn't you sleep well tonight?”, Mrs Malfoy asked just as the silence threatened to become awkward.
“Yes, mom. We're just excited about tomorrow!”
“Oh, of cause! It's your first real Christmas, isn't it, Harry?”
“Uh”, Harry said around his mug.
“You poor dear! Living with those muggles for all those years must have been so awful!”
Harry didn't answer. He nervously refilled his hot chocolate and slumped down on his chair in an attempt to become invisible.
While Malfoy's mom continued to make uneasy conversation, his dad and Malfoy himself shot Harry death stares behind her back. Harry didn't feel very hungry, he just hid behind his mug and hoped the others finished their breakfast soon so he would be allowed to get up and flee the room.
“Mom, can Harry and I go play Quidditch after breakfast?”
Harry shot Malfoy a surprised glance as he heard the question.
“Oh, you haven't shown Harry your Quidditch pitch yet, have you? You're the Gryffindor seeker, aren't you, Harry? Draco loves Quidditch, too!”, Mrs Malfoy said.
“Uh-huh”, Harry confirmed, reluctant.
“May we?”, Draco begged.
“Of cause, dear!”
For a second, Harry actually looked forward to flying a broom again and feeling the wind on his face. Then it suddenly dawned on him what Malfoy was playing at. “I don't have a broom”, he said, quiet.
“Oh, yes! I totally forgot! You drove your Nimbus into the whomping willow!”, Malfoy said, his voice dripping with fake pity, “didn't you, Potter? Tore it completely to pieces. It's such a shame!” He looked right at Harry and for a second an evil grin twisted his face.
Harry took another long swig from his hot chocolate so he didn't give Malfoy the satisfaction of showing him his face.
But again, Malfoy surprised him: “Harry can borrow one of our brooms, can't he, mom?”
Mrs Malfoy nodded. “Of cause, honey.”
“Thanks”, Harry muttered.
Malfoy finished his hot chocolate. “May we get up?”
He barely waited for his mom to nod her agreement.
“Thanks for the food”, Harry muttered, then he quickly turned and ran after Malfoy.
The Slytherin led him back to the foyer where he told Harry to “wait here!” and vanished through a door behind the stairs. A moment later, he reemerged, his Nimbus 2001 in one hand and a positively ancient broom in the other. It sure had seen better times, the handle was visibly worn and it was missing a twig or two. Malfoy held out the sorry thing to Harry.
“Here, I thought you'd like this one. Shooting Star. Just like the school brooms, you're probably used to them by now. How long since your Nimbus got destroyed? Must be close to seven weeks already?”
“Six, actually.”
“Shame.”
Harry ground his teeth, but he refused to give Malfoy the satisfaction and took the decrepit broom without complaint. Malfoy shot him a nasty grin, then he ran up to his room to get a practice snitch. Harry followed him to put on his winter coat. He had barely gotten it from his luggage when Malfoy appeared in the door, also wearing a coat now. He motioned Harry to follow and led the way back down the stairs and out the back entrance into the garden.
They went past a huge, frozen fountain and through a maze of snow-covered bushes and hedges. Harry got the feeling some of the stone statues of witches and wizards were watching him just like the portraits as he passed. Though, every time he looked back, none of them seemed to move.
“Famous wizard?”, Harry asked, eyeing the statue of a crook-nosed wizard wearing a huge wig who he was certain had just turned his head to sneer at him.
Draco stopped for a moment and looked up at the wizard, thinking. “Brutus Malfoy”, he said haltingly, “he lived at the height of the persecution. Saved a great many witches and wizards.”
“He looks a bit hostile”, Harry observed.
“He just doesn't like blood-traitors very much, nor-”, Malfoy shot him a pointed look, “well, your kind.”
Harry decided to keep his distance from the statues from then on. They both walked on in silence. After maybe ten minutes, the hedges finally cleared and Malfoy stopped at the beginning of a huge meadow, glittering snow white in the early sun.
“My private training field”, he said, proud, “only I and my friends use it.”
Harry looked over to the forest border in the distance. The field was big enough to fit a real Quidditch pitch, there even stood three goalposts near the tree line!
Malfoy watched him, a smug grin on his face, and Harry quickly forced himself to stop gawking.
* * *
Draco pulled the snitch out of his pocket. It was the same make the Wimbourne Wasps – Draco's favourite Quidditch team – used for training, not some cheap merchandise. His dad had gotten it for him through Ludovic Bagman, who was a former beater for the Wasps and still an active supporter of the team. Dad knew him from the ministry.
“Best of three?”, he asked.
“Sure.”
Draco grinned and held up the snitch. It unfolded its wings and tried to tug away from his grip. “Ready?”
Potter straddled his broom and nodded his agreement and Draco let go of the snitch. It danced around them aimlessly for a second before it suddenly zoomed away. Within a moment, they lost sight of the small globe. Potter stayed on the ground until Draco had mounted his broom as well, then he pushed himself into the air. Draco let him have a small head start before he raced after him. His Nimbus easily overtook the Shooting Star, then Draco pulled his broom into a rapid climb. The cold air was blowing in his face as he accelerated even faster and Draco laughed. He had missed flying. He took a large spiral until he drew to a stop high above the field. Potter was still climbing, far below him.
“You can fly as high as your broom allows, there are no muggles around for miles, don't worry!”, Draco shouted down to him, laughing.
Potter flipped him the bird. Draco grinned, but he did wait for Potter to get into position as well before he started to look around for the snitch. Having some well-deserved fun at Potter's expense was one thing, but he didn't need to cheat to beat that prick! Draco didn't underestimate Potter's skills, he knew the kid was a decent seeker, but Draco also knew that he was better than the stinking half-blood. They had only played once against each other and it had been pure luck that Potter had caught the snitch. Besides, it had been Draco's first real match and he had just been nervous!
In fact, it still was Draco's only real match so far. To be honest, he was rather anxious at the thought of their upcoming match against Ravenclaw. In his first year they had completely flattened Gryffindor. They had a new seeker this year, a girl, but they had already beaten Hufflepuff hands down. Plus there was this nagging doubt at the very back of Draco's mind – his dad had promised him that he hadn't; and Flint had told him a thousand times that he was an excellent seeker, even though he had called him an idiot after that first match – but what if dad had bought him into the team after all and he wasn't up to it?
From the corner of his eye he saw Potter suddenly dive towards the forest border. He followed Potter's direction with his eyes, there was a golden twinkle in between the second and third goalposts. He jerked around his broom and forced it into a dive as well. He caught up to Potter just before the first post. The snitch was zooming through the third goal and away back to the middle of the field again, twinkling in the sun. Draco pulled a sharp turn, almost grazing the post, Potter right in front of him. Side by side, they raced after the escaping snitch. Draco caught it only by inches.
Draco landed and triumphantly held up the tiny golden globe in his hand, a smug grin on his face. Potter jumped off his broom as well and came over. He was laughing, too. “Good catch!” The kid didn't even seem to play it. “Another match?”
“Sure.” Draco shot him a half-annoyed, half-confused look.
He released the snitch and again they mounted their brooms. This time, the match went on longer. Draco actually spotted the snitch first, but he missed it and he lost it again as it flew in between the trees. They both spied it a few times but always failed to catch it. Once it went by right behind Potter's back and in between the goalposts. Potter almost collided with the second goal trying to jerk his broom around. When he had his broom under control again, the snitch was gone. It took almost an hour before Draco finally managed to catch it.
They landed in the middle of the field again. “I win.” Draco beamed.
Potter didn't seem to mind too much, which oddly irked Draco. “Another one just for fun?”, the Gryffindor suggested.
Draco was getting a bit cold, all that hot chocolate from early was making its way through his body, too, and he felt a little pressure in his lower abdomen. But he was having fun. One more game couldn't hurt. He shrugged. “Sure.”
“Could we switch brooms this time?”
Draco snorted. “No.”
“Come on, I've got the crappy one two times already!”
“No.”
Potter pouted, but he gave up the argument and instead straddled his Shooting Star. Draco released the snitch and got onto his broom as well. He pushed himself off the ground and rose in a long spiral, until he was high above the pitch. He started looking around for the snitch, but the small ball turned out to be even more elusive than the last game.
Once Draco caught a glimpse of it near the hedge maze, but by the time he had reached the place where he had seen it twinkle, the snitch was long gone. Potter, too, dove down one or two times, but he never caught it either. Twenty minutes went by. Draco was circling high above the Quidditch pitch. An icy wind had sprung up and it was getting at him, his hand and feet felt really cold and it made him have to pee even more.
Just then Potter called him and signalled for a break. Potter flew over to the forest border, Draco behind him. Potter landed while Draco pulled up besides him, hovering over the ground. “What's up?”
Instead of an answer, Potter signalled him to stay, dismounted his broom and ran away. Draco was about to call after him to demand an explanation, when Potter had reached a tree and stopped. He unzipped his trousers.
Draco quickly looked away, embarrassed. How could Potter be so unabashed and just piss on a tree right in front of him? He almost imagined hearing his piss hit the bark and splatter into the snow below. Draco's bladder gave him a nudge and he clenched his legs. That stupid Potter kid!
“Much better!”, Potter announced, loud. Happily, he walked back from his tree, zipped up his trousers, and jumped back onto his broom.
Draco involuntarily looked over to where Potter had done the deed. He stared at the huge, steaming puddle in the snow. His bladder gave him another twinge.
“Ready? You gotta take a leak, too?”, Potter asked, eager to continue the game.
Draco turned crimson. As if he would piss on a tree like an animal! Right in front of Potter! “No!” He jerked his broom around sharply and surged up into the air. He resumed his circling of the Quidditch pitch. Down below, Potter took off as well. Where had this stupid snitch gone to? The cold air made Draco shiver and for a second he had to clench his legs together. He tried and failed to shuffle into a more comfortable position on his broom.
At that moment, Potter rushed right past him. When Draco turned around, he saw him chasing after the snitch, only meters away. Cursing his inattentiveness, Draco dove after him. He caught up to Potter fast, but the kid already stretched out his hand for the snitch. Draco saw it all like in slow-motion. The snitch danced to the right and Potter had to correct his heading. Draco was almost neck on neck with Potter, he, too, reached for the snitch, the tiny globe only inches from his fingers. Then Potter's hand closed around it and Draco zoomed past him. He couldn't believe it! He had done it again! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!
Draco circled around and landed besides Potter.
“I got it!”, the git beamed, stupidly holding up the snitch like a prize.
“That was pure luck! Another round!”, Draco spat at him.
Potter wiped that idiot grin from his face and looked at him sheepishly. “You still won-”
“Give me that!” Draco angrily seized the snitch from Harry and held it up to release it again. It zoomed away. “Now we'll see who's better, Potter! Last one counts!”
Draco surged into the air without looking if Potter even followed him and climbed to his lookout point, then he began searching. Down below, Potter rose up in slow circles around the field. Stupid half-blood! Draco was a better seeker than him! He had just been distracted because he had to pee! That was all. It had just been a fluke! Draco felt another stab in his lower abdomen and he pressed his knees together. Stupid hot chocolate!
He tried to force his mind away from his need for relieve and to concentrate on spotting the snitch. He rubbed his knees together, anxious. The more he tried not to think of how badly he had to pee, the more he thought of it and the more he thought of it, the worse he had piss! Draco bit his lips. For a second, the small pain helped. No! His dad had NOT bought him into the Quidditch team! He was a good seeker! He could do this! Focus!
Clenching his legs together, Draco circled the pitch, searching. He just had to catch that stupid snitch, then he could go to the bathroom!
Draco kept to his patrol for an agonizing ten minutes before he spotted a golden glint next to a nearby tree. He immediately dove down to it. The snitch swerved to the right around the tree. Draco made a sharp turn to cut off its escape. Just when he raced past the tree, his bladder gave him another pang. Draco doubled over and the tiny golden ball zoomed past him. When Draco had turned, it was already gone. Cursing, he started to climb again to resume his search.
Worst of all, that stupid Potter had started to shadow him. For a second Draco moved his hand down to his crotch to give himself a much needed squeeze, but he immediately removed it again when Potter looked over. Draco's bladder felt like it was bursting and he now kept his legs pressed together constantly. He just had to catch the stupid snitch! Draco ground his teeth, his bladder send him another spasm and he hunched over.
Suddenly, Potter dove down. It took Draco a moment to even realise. Muttering another curse, he chased after him. Potter had a head start and he was going fast, but his broom still was crap, Draco quickly gained on him. He didn't even see the snitch, he just knew he couldn't let Potter get it again. Potter swivelled to the left and so did Draco. Draco's bladder pulsed so bad. He was almost at the same height as Potter. Then he saw the snitch, it was right in front of them. They both stretched out their hands, but Potter was still ahead. Potter reached for the tiny ball and – missed it by half an inch and rushed past it! A split-second later, Draco caught it.
They both landed. Potter jumped off his broom and ran over to Draco. “Congratulations!”, he shouted, “you won!”
Draco just stared at him, disbelieving.
“Great catch!”, the ass beamed.
“You did that on purpose!”, Draco muttered, half talking to himself, “you deliberately missed that catch!”
Potter stopped laughing.
“You let me win”, Draco spat. He felt tears well up inside him. Angrily, he screamed: “I don't need your pity!”
He started sobbing and he quickly turned away from Potter before the kid could see his snivelling.
“I'm sorry.” Potter tried to walk around him to face him again, but Draco turned and ran away from him.
“Wait! Malfoy! I'm really sorry!”, Potter cried after him. Draco pretended he didn't hear him and just continued to run. His initial flight had taken him in the direction of the house and when he came to his senses again, Draco went on towards it. He heard Potter chase after him, calling out to him. Draco tried to blink away the tears, he so wished the ground would swallow that stupid Gryffindor! Why couldn't Potter just leave him alone?
The mad throbbing of his bladder forced Draco to slow down. He felt he had dampened his briefs a bit already during his run. At an especially bad pang he fully stopped and grabbed himself.
“Malfoy! I'm sorry!” Draco immediately removed the hand from his crotch and wiped away the tears as Potter caught up to him. He turned towards the house again, but Potter stepped in his way. “Please, I'll give you a rematch!”
“Leave me alone!” Draco shoved him out of the way and rushed past him.
On the terrace, Potter caught him again. He grabbed Draco's sleeve and forced him to stop. “Malfoy, wait!”
“Let go!”, Draco snapped. He was upset and angry and his bladder felt like it was bursting. He tore himself free from Potter's grip, but Potter rushed past him and blocked the door.
“Please! I didn't mean to upset you! I-I thought you wanted to win so bad!”
Draco fought the desperate urge to cross his legs. “Get out of the way!” He tried to push past Potter, but the kid stupidly held on to the door frame.
“Malfoy, I'm sorry! I thought you'd be even more upset if you lost again!”
“Alright!”, Draco hissed. He forced Potter out of the way and rushed past him. Potter ran after him.
Draco stopped in the foyer. Potter was right by him, he just stood there, staring at him stupidly. Draco shot the door to the loo a longing glance. His bladder was aching so bad! He nervously stepped from one foot to the other. “Just give me your broom. You can go to your room while I put them away!”
Potter hesitantly handed him the Shooting Star and Draco fast-walked over to the broom cabinet. He barely took the time to lean his Nimbus on the wall and throw the old Shooting Star in the corner, and he turned around. He could clean them LATER.
Potter still lingered in the hall when Draco exited the broom cabinet. “Sure we're cool?”
“YES”, Draco told him, “just wait upstairs!” He felt another twinge in his lower abdomen and this time he almost flinched. He needed to cross his legs so bad! Giving up the pretence, he pushed past Potter and hobbled towards the bathroom. He had the door half-opened already when Potter pushed past him and blocked the doorway. “You're still upset! I was stupid, OK, I didn't mean-”
“Just drop it already and wait upstairs!”
“But-”
Draco's bladder spasmed and he felt a tiny trickle escape into his briefs. He gasped and doubled over all so slightly. It took all his strength to stem the flood. “Not now, Potter! I gotta ...” Draco trailed off, too embarrassed. He pointed past Potter with his eyes.
Potter turned around. When he realized where the door led, he, too, blushed. He quickly moved out of the way. “I'm sorry! I didn't realise-”
Draco rushed past him and shut the door in his face. He pushed up the toilet lid and, jumping form one foot to the other, pulled at his belt buckle. He had trouble getting it undone with his cold fingers. His bladder was throbbing so madly, a few more trickles dampened his briefs and Draco had to pause for a second to grab himself. Finally, he managed to open his belt. Hurriedly, he tore open his trousers and yanked them down together with his briefs. Then he unleashed the torrent.
As it splattered loudly all over the porcelain, Draco breathed a sigh of relief. It was pure bliss! At that moment, he didn't even care if Potter still lingered outside and could hear him.
After a very, very long time, his stream finally died down. Draco shook off the last drips, then he examined the damage to his briefs. They were quite wet, though to Draco's great relief no damp spot showed on his trousers. With a shudder, he pulled back up his briefs and put his trousers over them. He flushed, put down the lid (he was free to do what he wanted in his bathroom, but here his mom didn't even like him peeing standing up) thoroughly washed his hands and used the mirror to check his trousers for wet spots again. There still were none.
When he exited the bathroom, Potter was gone. At least the annoying kid hadn't stayed to wait! Draco blushed again at the thought of how much he had just embarrassed himself in front of the Gryffindor.
When he went upstairs, he saw Potter in his room, sitting on his bed. The kid looked back at him and opened his mouth to speak, but Draco just rushed past him to his own room and audibly shut the door behind himself.
He waited a moment, but there were no steps outside. For once, Potter appeared to have gotten the message and was going to leave him alone. Draco made sure to lock the door anyways just to be sure before he quickly pulled down his trousers. He took off the wet briefs and, looking around for a place to get rid of them, finally threw them under his bed. Draco got a clean pair of briefs and a shirt from his chest of drawers. He rubbed his skin dry with the shirt as well as he could. The shirt joined the wet undies under the bed, then he put on the new briefs and his trousers.
Draco still felt nasty in his nether region and he had the mad urge to wash his hands again, but he didn't want to leave his room out of fear he would run into Potter. So instead, he sat down on his bed, brooding.
At least Potter stayed in his room and left Draco alone the rest of the day. Which suited Draco just fine and he, too, kept to himself. He had enough reading to do for school anyways.
So Draco was a bit surprised when late that evening, there was a knock on his door. He was just getting ready for bed, was already in his pyjamas. Draco just knew it was Potter. He sighed. “Yes?”
Potter slowly opened the door and looked at him sheepishly, uncertain if he should enter. He, too, was in his pyjamas. “Malfoy?”
Draco just looked at him, silent.
Potter swallowed, then he said: “I really enjoyed playing Quidditch today. It felt like we were really having fun together and not … just pretending. I … I thought you did, too! And … and … I didn't mean to … that is to say, I am really sorry I hurt you!” He lingered a moment longer in the door. “So, uh, have a good night!” Then he turned around and fled back to his room.
Draco hesitated. “Merlin's knickers!”, he silently cursed, pulled himself together and went after Potter. He didn't think to knock before he pulled open the door. The Gryffindor was sitting on his bed in just his pyjama tops and one of those diapers of his, about to strip his pyjama bottoms back on. Potter stared at him, round-eyed and panicked, trying to cover his crotch, pull up his pants and hide the plastic bag that held his diaper stock all at the same time. When he saw that it was just Draco, he relaxed a bit. Draco rethought and, awkward, asked: “May I come in?”
By then Potter had managed to pull up his pyjama bottoms. Embarrassed, he pushed the pack of diapers behind his back, but he nodded his agreement.
Draco got in and closed the door behind himself, then he faced Potter. “I … umh ...”, he said, “I enjoyed playing Quidditch, too … and … umh … I might have overreacted slightly, too. So … umh … I …”, he stuttered.
“That's alright.”
“This is not an apology!”, Draco hastily clarified.
There was an awkward quiet, then Potter said: “You are a good seeker, Draco, you know that, right?”
“But you are a better one, aren't you?”, Draco accused him.
“I don't know. You weren't even trying today.”
“What?”, Draco spluttered.
“With that Shooting Star, how could I possibly beat you? I never stood a chance! You were so sure you'd be better than me in any case, you didn't even try to be the best you could be!”
Draco stared at him, stunned. “That is such Gryffindor hogwash!”
Potter gave him an offended look and they both fell silent again.
“So”, Draco finally broke the uneasy quiet, eying the plastic pack behind Potter's back, “you really wear those every night?”
Potter shrugged.
“But they're diapers!”
“Special underwear!”
Draco harrumphed.
Potter examined his toes, silently, he objected: “It's better than waking up to a wet bed.”
“I guess“, Draco gave in, unconvinced. He looked anywhere but Potter's face.
“So-”, they both said as one.
“... you wanna try one after all?”, Potter asked.
“I'm not wearing a diaper! … I mean, is the offer even still valid?”
Potter pulled a new one out of the pack and held it out to Draco. When Draco didn't take it, he lay it down on the edge of the bed. Draco eyed the thing, ill at ease. Finally, he picked it up after all.
“You may have to stretch the waistband a bit after you unfold them. When you put them on, the front is-”, Potter babbled.
“I know how to put on a pair of briefs!”, Draco snapped.
Potter looked both parts offended and embarrassed.
“Thanks”, Draco muttered. Then he quickly turned around and left.
Back in the safety of his own bedroom, he put down the strange diaper on his pillow to examine it. Underpants! Absorbent underpants, he corrected himself in his mind. He carefully unfolded them. The fabric felt really thick in the crotch, and a bit strange to the touch. The waistband was elastic and, despite its flimsy look, very tight-fitting, just as Potter had said. The closer Draco looked at the dumb thing, the less it seemed to resemble real briefs. He didn't like the stupid pictures of stupid muggle kids on their stupid roller boards printed all over it either!
Draco put the ugly thing back down. Special underpants, Merlin's ass! Who was he kidding, those were diapers! Draco stared at them angrily, picked them up again. Which side was even the front and which the back on those stupid things? He turned them around, unsure. This side had the word “back” printed above the stupid muggle kids. So that was that.
He put the diaper down again and got up to take off his pyjama bottoms. Then, hesitating, he reached for the diaper and slipped it over his feet. The waist was very narrow, so he carefully stretched it a bit before he pulled the thing up. He wasn't entirely sure if he was supposed to point his member any specific direction. After a short deliberation, he decided down probably was best.
He pulled the thing back down a bit again to adjust things in the male department accordingly, and put the diaper back in place. It felt weird, but not too uncomfortable. He cautiously touched it with his hand and ran over its surface with his fingers. It was so thick in the crotch! Embarrassed, Draco grabbed his pyjama bottoms and quickly pulled them over the diaper. Then he lay down on his back.
He looked down on himself, surprised at how inconspicuous the bulge was. Well, duh! Potter had worn those for years and he had managed to keep it a secret! Still, they felt so thick! Draco clumsily crawled under his blanket and put out his night lamp. He caught himself fingering the diaper through his pyjamas and he put his hands above the blanket. Stupid diaper, he thought before he fell asleep. |
Thank you!
Pavatti,
I didn't want Harry and Draco to end up as friends, but neither did I want to just reverse their roles and make Harry evil. I guess, I still somewhat ended up giving Ron that role. But he means well, too, he's just a bit hot-headed ...
Anyways, here is the next installment:
Saturday, December 25thWhen Draco woke up the next day, like usual in the morning, he had to pee quite bad. He always had to, no matter how wet his bed was. But today, his bed was dry! He hadn't had a dry night in like forever! Sadly, his sense of delight was short-lived. That stupid diaper Potter had given him felt awfully damp and heavy and it squished uncomfortably under his weight when he sat up. It felt bloated and made slushy sounds when he carefully pressed against it with his hands and some wetness seeped out on the inside where it touched his skin. Draco shuddered involuntarily.
He quickly got up. The diaper slid down dangerously and dangled between his legs, huge and heavy. Draco stripped it down completely together with his pyjama bottoms. It tangled around his ankles and he awkwardly fought with it to free his feet from the mess, hurriedly he stepped away from it. Then, very hesitant, he picked the diaper up again – he had to get rid of the awful thing – it was so heavy compared to the evening before! As he got up, he eyed his bed. Though, it was kind of better than a wet bed. Holding the diaper at arm's length, he hurried out, only pausing at the door to peek out and make sure the coast was clear. The hallway lay deserted and the door to Potter's room was still closed.
Draco quickly ran over to the bathroom where he immediately dropped the diaper into the trash. Then he stepped up to the toilet for a good, long, badly needed pee. After he had relieved himself, he flushed and went and washed his hands. He took off his pyjama shirt as well. Draco was about to throw it into the laundry basket when he hesitated. He had only worn it once and it was still clean, he could wear it again tonight, he thought with a smile. So he folded it up and put it on the side of the sink instead. It was definitely nice to wake up in a dry pyjama for a change! He turned on the water and jumped under the shower. There still was that awful sticky feeling of stale piss around his privates, but the hot water washed it all away. Draco loved that clean feeling and the water jets massaging his back.
The better part of a quarter of an hour later Draco still stood under the shower, when Potter knocked on the door. “You taking long, Malfoy?”
“I'm under the shower”, Draco informed him unnecessarily.
“Hurry up!”
“I'm gonna be a while.”
“I have to use the loo!”, Potter whined.
Draco rolled his eyes, he almost felt embarrassed for Potter. Merlin's pants, did Potter know no shame at all? But he was in a good mood that morning and it was Christmas after all, so he quickly rinsed off.
Potter banged on the door again. “Malfoy, please, just let me quickly use the toilet!”
“Yes, yes, just a second! I have to towel off!” On second thought, Draco didn't particularly hurry when he reached for his towel and slowly began to dry off his hair, then his face and chest. Potter continued to whine. Draco was at his arms when the door handle creaked. A second later, Potter burst into the room. Dragon dung! He hadn't locked the door in his hurry!
“Hey! Get out, Potter!”
“Sorry!”, the kid murmured, barely looking back at Draco as he made a beeline for the loo. Still a step away from the toilet, Potter already yanked down his pants. Immediately, piss went everywhere. Potter peed all over the floor and the toilet before, half a second later, he properly situated himself in front of the bowl and aimed his member down.
It had all happened so fast, Draco had just been gawking at him. He saw the bloated form of Potter's diaper through his pyjama pants, dangling heavily between his legs. As he watched, a few fresh blotches of wetness formed around the waistband and crotch. That diaper of his clearly was beyind its limit. Potter probably had already lost it when he had stormed in and had been wetting himself all the way while running. Suddenly, Draco realised where he was staring, he blushed and hurriedly turned his back.
“Can't you wait even a minute?”, he huffed, embarrassed for the both of them.
“Sorry! Ahh ... that feels so good!”, Potter sighed.
Draco felt himself blush even more in his stead. “You're making a mess!”
“Sorry.”
For the longest moment, there was just the sound of Potter's piss splattering on the porcelain. Finally, it died down. When Potter flushed the toilet, Draco turned back to face him again. Potter washed his hands, he shot Draco an uncomfortable look. “I'll wait outside.” He pulled his pyjama bottoms back up, but the saggy diaper kept on dragging them down again.
“Stay!”, Draco said, “I'm almost done anyways.”
He quickly proceeded to dry off his lower body. Potter stood there, indecisive, looking sheepish. He pulled up his pants again. Finally, he gave up on it, pulled them down to his knees instead, revealing the bloated diaper dangling between his legs. He shot Draco an embarrassed look, then he quickly grabbed the diaper at one side and ripped apart the flimsy fabric there. He repeated the same on the other side and pulled the diaper out from between his legs. He quickly scrunched it up to a ball which he dropped into the waste bin.
“So … you worn one, too, tonight?”, he clumsily made conversation.
Draco carefully dried his feet without making eye-contact. Finally, stepped out of the tub.
“It's better than a wet bed, isn't it?”, Potter chattered on.
“I guess”, Draco allowed. He turned towards the door. “Shower is yours.”
But Potter babbled on: “You can buy them at muggle department stores and supermarkets. You could ask your mom or dad ...” Draco was mortified at the mere thought. Of cause his dad knew of his bedwetting issues, but they never talked about it. And his dad would kill him if he suggested they set foot in a muggle store. “... your parents could even send you some via owl when you run out. Mrs Weasley buys mine for me. I was really embarrassed at first, but-”
Draco sputtered: “Weasley knows? You told your friends you wet the bed?”
“No! They don't. Only Ron's mom knows. You can't tell him, OK!”
“Like I'd snitch to the Weasel!”
* * *
After breakfast, they got to open their presents. Draco raced Potter to the parlour, where a huge heap of parcels awaited them below the christmas tree. Draco dug into them at once, grbbed the biggest package and checked the label. Of cause it was for him, he ripped off the paper. It was a Wimbourne Wasps quidditch ball set from his dad, in a wooden collectors box, studded in brass and hand-signed by the entire team. Nice!
But it was Theo's present that gave him pause. Thoe had gotten him a heart-shaped silver locket with his name engraved onto it. Draco stared at it, speechless. Theo couldn't possibly expect him to wear THAT … Still staring at the thing, Draco noticed that Potter was looking over. He blushed profusely and hurriedly stuffed the locket into his pocket. Potter smirked at him, but he didn't say a word.
Draco stared back at him, embarrassed. “Nice sweater!”, he tried to deflect the attention, pointing at the scarlet jumper Potter was holding. Potter turned it around for him to show off the retarded-looking Gryffindor lion knitted on the front. Draco wouldn't have been caught dead wearing that thing, but Potter seemed genuinely happy about it. “It's from Mrs Weasley, she makes me one every year. She send me some home-baked prezels and mince pies, too!”
Potter prattled on about the sweets he had gotten when Draco noticed a long, thin packet at the bottom of the heap. He couldn't believe his eyes. Hurriedly, he pulled it free. Merlin's pants! His dad had gotten him a Firebolt after all! He was about to rip open the package when he saw the label. 'To Harry Potter' it read. Draco's heart dropped.
Of cause, how stupid of him to get all worked up. It was kind of expected, Potter having lost his broom and needing a replacement and all. Though, he wondered whom it was from, the label didn't say. Draco realised that he was still holding the broom package. “Um”, he said, “this one is for you.”
Potter looked up, and put down the matching scarlet bonnet to his sweeter he had just unwrapped. “Wow, that's big”, he muttered.
Draco ignored him and instead snatched up another parcel. This one was from his aunt, she had send him the golden pocket watch he had asked her for.
“I don't believe it”, Potter baaed, “it's a Firebolt!”
Draco looked up. His eyes grew bigger and bigger as they wandered from the sleek birch-twig tail up the perfectly polished ebony handle to the golden registration number at the top. He dropped the watch. It was indeed a Firebolt. Potter was holding a Firebolt! Potter let go of the magnificent broom and it hovered in the air, perfectly still, at exactly the right height to be mounted.
Draco just stared at it, he felt sick.
“Who send you that?”, he croaked.
“Dunno ...”, Potter said and rummaged through the wrappings. “It doesn't say and there isn't a card.”
“Bet it was Dunbledore!”, Draco spat. He felt a sudden rush of envy and anger as he put two and two together.
“Dumbledore wouldn't send me something like this! He can't go spending hundreds of Galleons on a student-”
“Exactly! That's why it doesn't say who it's from!”
“I can't believe this” Potter muttered, awestruck, slowly running his hands over the handle.
Draco just stared at him, barely able to contain himself. It took him a moment to realize that Potter had stopped fondling the Firebolt and was looking back at him, uneasy. “I'm going to try it out. You wanna come with me?”, Potter asked.
Draco remembered their quidditch practice the previous day all too well. And how he had brushed Potter off when he ha asked to switch brooms just once. He knew Potter was just going to tease him, but he couldn't help himself.
“Yes”, he croaked, “Can I fly it, too?”
Draco felt like throwing up.
“OK, but you have to let me try your Nimbus 2001!”
It took Draco a full three seconds to process Potter's words. Then, he immediately agreed and, their other presents forgotten, the two rushed off to get Draco's broom.
Draco's mom stopped them at the door. “Where are you two off to that early in the morning?”
“Potter got a Firebolt!”, the two talked over each other, excited, and Potter showed the broom to her. “We're giving it a test flight!”, Draco said, then, remembering himself, he added: “May we?”
To his surprise, his mom didn't seem to share their enthusiasm.
“Who send you that?”, she asked.
“I don't know”, Potter said, “there was no note or anything on it.”
“Probably Dumbledore!”, Draco blurted out.
“May I see it for a moment?”, his mom asked. She didn't wait for an answer and took the Firebolt out of Potter's hands. Taking the broom with her, she went over to Draco's dad's study. The two boys followed her. “Mom, can we get the broom back now?” She ignored them, instead, she asked Draco's dad: “Dear, did anyone give you a broom for Harry?” – “No.” – “Do you have any idea how this got into the house then?” Draco listened to their exchange in growing despair. Now his dad came over to look over the Firebolt as well.
When his mom turned back to them, she looked worried. “I'm afraid I'll have to take this.”
“WHAT?”, Draco and Potter both said. Draco's dad shot him a stern look and threateningly raised his cane.
“You can't!”, Potter protested.
“Why?”, Draco asked, silent.
“You'll get it back, Harry! But first it will have to be checked for jinxes. I'll contact your house teacher, she'll probably want to strip it down herself-”
“No, mom!”, Draco said, horrified at the thought.
“There is nothing wrong with the broom!”, Potter agreed.
Draco's dad made a step closer, but his mom stopped him with her hand. “You can't know that, Harry!”, she said, almost gently, “not until you've tried flying it. And that's out of question, Merlin knows what might happen if it has been tampered with. It won't take more than a few weeks-”
“Weeks?”, Potter gasped.
“I'm sorry.” Ignoring their continued protests, Draco's mom ushered them out and closed the door into their faces, keeping the Firebolt. The two boys exchanged a furious look.
“Your mom is stupid!”, Potter accused Draco.
“Don't insult my mom!”, Draco hissed back, angry, “and yes she is!” He spun around and ran back to his room. He couldn't believe Potter would have let him fly the Firebolt. And his mom had ruined it! He spend the rest of the morning alone in his room, sulking.
* * *
It was afternoon already before Draco had calmed down again. He still was angry at his mom and she only managed to lure him out of his room because she allowed him to call Theo to wish him a Merry Christmas. So Draco went down to the parlour and sat by the fireplace. He had barely cast the floo powder into the fireplace when Theo's face already appeared in the flames.
“Hi, merry Christmas!”, he said, breathlessly, like he had been running over to the fireplace. “Missed you!”
They hadn't been able to talk the previous night, because Draco feared his parents would catch him when they arranged the presents. Draco cast a quick look over his shoulder to make sure his mom hadn't stayed to eavesdrop. “Missed you, too! Merry Christmas!”
“Did you get my present?”, Theo asked.
Draco turned crimson. He nodded. “You like mine?” He had gotten Theo a book about quidditch.
Theo smiled sadly. “Yeah, it's the best thing I got!”
“Stupid liar! It's a crap present and I'm sorry!”
“No, honest!”
Draco tried to grin.
Then it burst out of him: “Potter got a Firebolt!” And he rattled down everything that had happened, how crappy his presents were compared to Potter's Firebolt and how this was the worst Christmas ever. Theo just listened, silent. Finally, Draco stopped. He noticed that Theo looked depressed, too. Awkward, he asked: “Hey, everything OK with you? I'll make up for it, I'll buy you a real present!”
“No! No. I told you it's great!” Theo sighed. “It's my dad.”
“Got crappy presents?”
“No, they're great … I guess”, Theo disagreed, unconvincing. “Dad got me all this real grown-up stuff. I got a master's potion-making kit and this grimoire on forbidden magic-”
“That is so cool!”
Theo looked at him, unhappy. “I was just browsing the index and it was whispering stuff in my head in a weird language! I don't even dare open it again. That thing is, like, seriously dangerous! And that alchemy book dad got me with the potions kit, it's way above N.E.W.T.-level! Dad never even asked me if I want to continue with potions after our O.W.L.s, he just assumes because he's got a hand for it ...”
“But you love potions!”
“I guess so. I don't know. I just wished he would ask what I want just for once”, Theo sighed, “oh, by the way, dad got me this.” He held up a black dragon leather jacket with the word 'Spellbound' in three-inch-high letters on the back.
Draco eyed it, awkward. “I didn't know you were a fan.”
“I asked him for a Weird Sisters jacket. Dad can't even tell the difference!”, Theo disappeared for a second, when he returned, he said: “I have to go, he just called me for dinner.”
“At least your dad is spending time with you! I'm stuck with Potter!”, Draco tried to cheer him up.
“It's the first time he's come out of his potions lab for more than a few hours and this morning he told me he'll have to leave on some assignment early tomorrow. I'll be stuck alone at home for the rest of the holidays.” Theo said, depressed. “I wished I could spend that time with you instead!”
“Yeah”, Draco agreed.
“Gotta go, dad just called me again! See you tonight! Really, really miss you!”
“Me, too!”, Draco murmured. He quickly bowed forward and pressed a kiss on Theo's lips, then Theo's head vanished in the flames.
Draco had barely gotten up when the fire flared up again. Happy, he knelt back down, expecting Theo had forgotten something, but it was Ron Weasley's head that appeared in the ambers. “Hello?”, he asked, then he saw Draco, “oh, Malfoy.”
“Weasley.”
“Man, your fireplace is blocked all the time. I tried calling three times already-”
“What do you want, Weasel?”
“I wanted to wish Harry a merry Christmas.”
“I'll tell him. Now get out of my fireplace!”
“I want to talk to Harry myself! To make sure you treat him alright!”
Draco harrumphed. “What? That's ridiculous! You think my parents took him prisoner or something?”
Weasley just stared at him, distrustful.
“He's a guest, you git! You just gonna insult-”
“That's it! I'm getting Harry out of there-!”
Weasley's head was pushed to the side and instead, that mudblood Granger appeared in the flames. Great, the whole lot of them!
“Malfoy, please, just let us talk to him for a second!”
“Merlin's knickers! Fuck this, I'll get him! Just wait!”
* * *
Harry was sitting on his bed, trying to concentrate on the textbook that lay in his lap, unread. A Firebolt! He still couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe either that Malfoy's mom had taken it – even Malfoy had been furious. Man, he had been so jealous when he had first seen the Firebolt! Harry actually had felt a bit sorry for him.
A loud bang on the door ripped him from his thoughts. “Potter? You in there? Get your ass down to the parlour! Weasley's calling.”
Harry was on his feet and at the door in a second. “For real?”
“No, I just missed talking to you so much. Of cause he is! Your sweetheart Granger is with him, too.”
Harry almost flew down the stairs.
He crouched down in front of the fireplace. “Hermione! You're with Ron?”
Hermione moved to the side a bit and Ron's head appeared next to hers in the flames. “Are you alright, Harry?”
“Yeah, it's so good to see you guys! You're at Ron's place, Hermione? I thought you went skiing?”
The two quickly filled Harry in. Hermione and her parents had had to cut short their vacation after her dad had broken a leg, though she assured him that he was fine otherwise. When she had written Ron about it, he had invited her to the Burrows for the remainder of the holidays.
“We wanted to write to you, too, but mom said Errol needed to recover first after the long trip to Hermione”, Ron said.
“So Ron tried flooing you, but we didn't get through till now”, Hermione added.
“Malfoy mentioned something about the fireplace being warded”, Harry said.
“So how have you been?”, Hermione asked.
“I'm so gonna hex Malfoy if he's done anything-”, Ron muttered.
“Guys, you won't believe this!”, Harry said. Then he told them about the Firebolt.
“Dragon dung! You're serious? A Firebolt?”, Ron blurted, “and that bitch took it away from you?”
“Ron!”, Hermione interjected, indignant, “there really wasn't any note with it?”
“I bet it's from Dumbledore!”, Ron said.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Not you as well!”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“Potter, dinner!”, Malfoy called from down the hall.
“Yes, just a moment!”, Harry replied. “Sorry. It can't be Dumbledore. He wouldn't!”
“No, I know! I know who it is from! Lupin!”
“Lupin?”, Harry shook his head. “I don't think he has that kind of money.”
“I think Mrs Malfoy might be right”, Hermione said, silent.
“WHAT?”, Harry and Ron both screamed at her.
“Well, think about it! Who would send Harry a broom like that and sneak it past the Malfoys' security? It's obvious, isn't it?”
The boys stared at her, blankly.
“That broom was probably send to you by Sirius Black!”
Ron's eyes went wide. “They're in it together! You have to get out of there, Harry!”
“Why would Mrs Malfoy have taken the broom then? Besides, I can't! Where would I even go?”
“You come here with us, of cause! Mom would gladly have you!”
“There's nothing I'd rather do, honest!”
“Don't tell me you like it there!”
“No, of cause not! It's awful here! Of cause I would rather be with you than with that ass Malfoy ...”
Hermione and Ron were both signalling him with their eyes and Harry turned around. Malfoy was standing in the doorway, staring at him.
“Malfoy-”, Harry said as he got up, raising his hands in a peaceful manner.
The Slytherin rushed him and grabbed his collar. He pushed Harry away from the fireplace into a corner.
“I'm sorry! I didn't mean to insult you! But you said you hate it, too, that's all I meant to say. I didn't-”
“Merlin's ass, will you shut up!”, Malfoy spat at him. Then he smirked. “Man, that is brilliant! And you and that half-wit Weasley don't even realise!”
Harry looked at him, confused.
Malfoy explained his idea to him. Finally, Harry hesitantly agreed and called back Ron.
During dinner, Malfoy began to set the plan into motion. He told his parents that Ron had called. “He's invited Harry and me to spend next week at his place”, he said, matter-of-factly, “I already accepted the invitation.”
“But honey-”, his mom interjected.
“You're not going!”, his father declared.
“I already promised I would”, Malfoy hesitantly argued. He indicated Harry with his eyes.
“No.”
“But dad!” Malfoy continued to roll his eyes at his parents until they caught on.
“Harry, dear, would you wait at your room?”, Mrs Malfoy said, “we have to talk to Draco about something.”
Harry quickly pushed his plate away and got up. When he went past Malfoy, Malfoy winked at him. Harry went outside and closed the door behind himself, but instead of going to his room, he cowered down and put his ear on the door to listen.
“What would you have me do instead?”, Malfoy complained, “You told me to get friends with that stupid prick Potter! And now the idiot is finally starting to fall for it. Weasley invited him over and all of the sudden Potter asks if he can bring me, too. And that son of a blood-traitor agreed! What was I supposed to say? That I'd rather starve than eat the food they touched with their grubby hands? Do you think I'm looking forward to sleeping in that rat-infested shack of theirs?”
Harry knew Malfoy was following their plan and just trying convince his parents. Still, he was playing his role quite convincingly and Harry doubted there was much acting involved. It hurt to hear him talk about his friends like that.
When the voices inside fell silent, Harry hurriedly retreated to the stairs, not a moment too early. The door flung open and Malfoy came running, the smuggest grin all over his face. “You heard?”, he whispered, excited.
Harry nodded, darkly.
Malfoy didn't catch on to his mood. He just beamed at him: “Told you it would work! Piece of cake.”
Harry so wanted to hit that arrogant prick, but he swallowed his anger. This was his chance to spend the rest of the holidays with his friends and he didn't want to mess it up by fighting with Malfoy now. |
Here's the start of School Showers for you. If you like it, I'll post the next chapter! Enjoyx
It's the story of a ten year reunion where a bullied girl gets revenge on the three people who made her life hell all those years ago.
Chapter 1 – Meet Abbey, Caroline and Donna
Where do I start? How much do you need to know about my past? Or shall I get straight to the interesting part? The part where I end up together with my old worst enemy, soaking wet with her sitting on my face and her two best friends peeing on my naked body? I better start at the beginning.
I grew up in a small town and in small towns everyone knows each other, there’s no escape until you’re old enough to leave. I spent my childhood being picked on by Abbey and her clique of minions. She thought she was so much better than everyone else, in designer gear at all times, always flanked by Donna and Caroline. Picture the scene, you’re in your older sister’s hand me downs, trying to make it through another school day intact when three people appear at the end of the corridor. They home in on you like cruise missiles, mouths curling into sneers as they approach. You try to turn away but it’s already too late, all you can do is take the abuse and hope it’s over quicker than last time.
Abbey was blonde, medium height, always showing off her legs and her bulging chest in a variety of tight tee-shirts all emblazoned with stupid slogans. Her immaculate make up made her even more intimidating and grown up, it was more like being picked on by a teacher than a fellow student.
To her left was Donna, same height but dark haired, button nosed with dark brown eyes. She tended to speak little, just laugh at whatever insult Abbey came up with. To the right stood Caroline, tall, blonde, seemingly glued into a succession of dangerously tight and short miniskirts, bag slung over her shoulder, filled with about a million cigarette packets and perfume bottles.
“You’re in our way,” Abbey said, smacking my books out of my arms. Around me other people giggled, relieved it wasn’t happening to them this time.
I knelt down to pick up my books and felt a shock as the back of my skirt was raised, exposing my drab panties to everyone in the corridor. I yanked it back down and shot to my feet but the three of them had already sauntered away, leaving me red faced and utterly humiliated once again. That was just one occasion. I could tell you about my clothes being hidden from me in the showers as Abbey spanked me with a wet towel or the day she threw a bottle of water at me, leaving me dripping wet for an hour afterwards. She was awful.
So why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? It was only because I’d drunk too much in the canteen at lunch that I began my journey to where I am now. It was my last year in finishing school and I’d just turned nineteen. I was in English when I realised I was desperate to pee. Sticking my hand up, I asked for permission to head to the girls bathroom. Reluctantly, Mrs Withers nodded and I darted out of the room and almost ran down the corridor, skidding to a halt as I pushed open the door to the toilets.
I headed into the nearest cubicle and frantically pulled down my panties. I was about to start peeing when I heard noise outside. Two people were walking in talking to each other.
“Come on, quick, I’m dying to go.” That was Donna but who was she with?
“All right, but I wish you’d let me touch you afterwards.” That was Abbey’s voice out there too but what did she mean? Was she a lesbian?
The door to the cubicle beside me opened and closed and then I heard the lock click shut. I ignored the bursting pain in my bladder and slowly got to my feet, wanting to get out of there. I’d had my head pushed into the toilet one too many times in the past to be around those two for long but I stopped when Abbey spoke again. “Hold on, not yet, this is an expensive top, I don’t want to get it wet.”
Curious despite myself, I clambered onto the toilet seat, peering over to see Abbey pulling off her top to reveal her bare breasts. I was shocked at the sight, not just at the fact she was sitting on the cubicle floor topless but at the size of her boobs. They were so big and almost perfectly round, the nipples hard and dark brown sticking rigidly out from her chest. My boobs were late developing but by now I was quite proud of them. Compared to Abbey’s I felt like a boy again. I glanced across at Donna who was lowering her trousers and panties before she shuffled forwards to stand by Abbey’s face.
Quietly I stared at them, no idea what was about to happen until it did. Donna was holding the lips of her shaved pussy open as she moved closer until she was only an inch from Abbey’s face.
“Get on with it,” Abbey snapped. “I’m getting thirsty.”
I could hardly believe my eyes as Donna began to pee, clear urine spurting from her and hitting Abbey straight in the face. It ran down from her chin as she manoeuvred to catch the flow in her mouth, swallowing fast as the excess trickled onto her breasts, making them glisten in the light. I almost gasped out loud but somehow kept quiet at the sight, even as the smell of pee filled the air, making me all the more desperate for my own release.
When Donna finished, she simply pulled up her panties and trousers as Abbey rubbed the pee into the skin of her chest, toying with her nipples as she did so. “Fuck, I need to come,” she said. “It’s so wet down there. I wish you were into girls Donna.”
Donna smiled. “Well, I can leave you alone for a few minutes if you like. Meet you back in class?”
I ducked down out of sight as she left the cubicle, washing her hands and humming to herself before heading out, leaving me alone next to Abbey.
I sat back down on the toilet, my head reeling. I didn’t want to pee as that would reveal that I was in there but it was getting harder and harder to hold it in. I could hear Abbey breathing quietly along with a slight rustling sound. A moment later I heard her gasp and then I heard a wet slapping sound, a squelching noise I recognised from my own quiet masturbation at home.
I was torn between staying hidden, peeking at her and running back to class. I was still trying to decide when I got a shock that almost made me wet myself.
“I know you’re in there,” Abbey said loudly. “I saw you from the end of the hall. Come here.”
I grimaced. What was she going to do to me? Pulling up my panties I stepped out of my cubicle and listened as she unlocked hers. With a deep breath I pushed the door open and stopped dead at the sight before me.
Abbey was sitting on the toilet with her legs spread far apart, her top still off. She had two fingers deep in her pussy, her face was flushed as she kicked the door shut behind me. “Lock it,” she said.
I turned and did as I was told. “Been spying on me?” she asked.
I nodded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just-“
“Well at least stop squirming while you grovel.”
“I’m sorry Abbey, I just really need to pee.
“Do you now? Well you better come here then.”
She grabbed me and lifted my skirt up, yanking down my panties in a single movement. “Come on then.”
“What? You want me to-?”
“Piss in my mouth. Now!”
I couldn’t believe I was about to do it but the longer I stood there, my bladder bursting, the more it seemed like a reasonable option. In a strange way, it felt like taking back control of my life, stopping her from picking on me by getting my own special revenge, even if she was still the one in charge, demanding I do it.
I held the lips of my pussy apart, only too aware of her staring eyes examining me as I relaxed my bladder and a spray of piss came out, coating her face, soaking into her hair before the pee became a strong flow that flew into her mouth. She swallowed hungrily, moving her mouth to press it to my pussy, not wasting another drop of the amber fluid.
As I stood there, I felt a warmth spreading through me, a tingle of excitement that I’d never felt about a woman before. In here it felt so private and secret, my own body began to relax, enjoying the sensation of her soft lips on my labia as the last of my pee hit the back of her throat.
I went to move away but her hands grabbed my bottom, holding me in place. Suddenly her tongue came out and began to lap at my pussy, circling my clit as I stood gasping at the sensation. She was incredible and the first ever tongue on me began to work sensual magic, dipping into my pussy as I automatically rocked my hips back and forth.
When I felt her hand sliding between my buttocks I almost protested but she moved her tongue faster on my clit and any objections I felt vanished. “Oh my god,” I whispered. “I’m going to come.”
At that moment I felt a finger nudging its way into my bottom, sliding gently in and out of my tightest hole as my body tensed up ready to come. She kept licking me as a climax hit me seconds later, tearing through my body as I gripped her wet hair in my hands, clamping her in place.
As my hips jerked backwards, the finger in me slid as deep in as it could go, sending further waves of pleasure mixed with slight pain at the power of it all racing through my body. When my orgasm faded away I blinked, my vision blurred for a moment before I could see Abbey leaning back and looking up at me, arms folded. “If you even think about telling anyone about this, you’re dead.”
I turned and unlocked the cubicle, heading back to class with thoughts racing through my head. After that day Abbey and me seemed to reach some kind of understanding. At least, for a while. She still picked on me, it just wasn’t as relentless or as cruel as it had been. I felt hurt by her callously sending me away though, especially as I’d thought we maybe had something special together and I still couldn’t stop thinking about her. |
Here's chapter one of Lady in Wetting. A historical wetting story where one girl becomes servant to a rich Lady by agreeing to let her relieve her desperation in her house...
Chapter 1 – Meeting My Lady
When I first heard I’d been appointed to my Lady, I was so excited I almost wet myself. If I’d known I’d end my first day as her servant aching with desire whilst wetting on her face, I might have reconsidered taking the post.
In the village where I was born there were few jobs for anyone, even fewer for women. I spent my childhood watching the new hall being built, replacing the old crumbling castle that had housed the Lords and Ladies of Bullmarch for as long as anyone could remember. I had often watched the serving girls through the wrought iron railings as a child, wishing that perhaps one day I might be one of them, able to see inside the enormous house for myself.
I lived with my family in a tiny damp hovel, bringing up livestock for market. My parents expected me to work with them until I married but I wanted more, I aspired to higher things and I knew that the hall was my way up in the world. So when I was finally old enough, I applied at the servant’s door, asking for any work they had. I was laughed away, my worn and mud stained clothes mocked as I walked away. I vowed that one day I would return and be allowed inside.
I spent weeks pondering my plans before luck brought the chance I’d wanted to my very doorstep. The Lady’s coach was rolling through the village when a wheel came off as I walked alongside, hoping for a glimpse of the Lady. The coach ground to a halt, leaning dangerously to one side. The coachmen were running around in a fluster but I knew my time had come. I moved over to the coach door and pulled it open, curtseying deeply to the lady, almost knocked backwards by her sheer beauty. I’d only ever seen her from afar and to see her so close up took the breath away from my body.
She had fallen to one side as the coach lay embedded in the mud, her slender legs exposed as she tried to right herself and her white dress. Her cleavage looked enormous, held tightly in place by her corset, making me feel like a child in comparison, my own chest distinctly flat despite my best efforts to encourage it to grow with repeated visits to the wise woman at the wood. Her herbal concoctions did little for me except make me feel ill.
“My lady,” I said, curtseying again as the Lady tried to climb out of the carriage. “Please allow me to protect your divine gown with my own wretched rags.”
I pulled my hideous itchy dress over my head and laid it in the mud, stepping back to allow the Lady to step out of her coach. The footmen appeared next to us but froze at the sight of my nakedness, unsure how to react to the sight of my body so brazenly exposed.
“You may call me Lady Valerie,” she said, her voice as clear as crystal. I shivered at the sound, having never heard her speak before. When she held out her hand for me to take, I almost fainted. Somehow I remained upright, helping her from the coach with her soft fingers gripped in my calloused hand.
She glided over my clothes as they lay draped over the mud and onto the dry grass, turning to face me as the footmen awaited her orders. “Go and fetch a new wheel then, you idiots.”
“If I may suggest you speak to my neighbour, he is a wheelwright.”
“Is he indeed? Well? You heard her. I will wait at this young woman’s home for your return.” She turned to me. “I do hope you do not live far. Oh and Tobias?”
One of the footmen skidded to a halt and turned back. “Yes my lady,” he bowed.
“Fetch one of my dresses from my case for my friend…?”
“Alice,” I said as she looked at me. In moments a dress was being proffered to me, an intricately woven gown more suited to royalty than to one such as me. “I can’t take this,” I said. “It is too precious my lady.”
“Would you refuse a gift?” she asked, raising her eyebrows a little.
“No, of course not. I’m sorry my lady.”
I slid the dress over my shoulders, astonished at how soft and gentle the fabric felt against my skin, so different to the itchy roughness of my normal attire.
“There now,” Lady Valerie said, brushing down the front of the dress. “That’s better. Shall we?”
I led the way through the village, people moving aside to let us pass. I almost giggled at the fact nobody recognised me, they all assumed I was one of Lady Valerie’s servants. We reached my home and I kicked open the door, so glad my family were all away for market day.
“I’m afraid it is an awful hovel my lady,” I muttered, kicking the chickens outside before closing the door, sealing the two of us in the semidarkness.
“It is lovely, and please whilst we are alone, call me Valerie my dear.”
“Oh I couldn’t possibly do that my lady.”
“Are you once again disobeying me? You won’t be able to do that if you become one of my servants.” She smiled at me. “I’m teasing you. Don’t look so worried.”
“I’m sorry my…I mean, Valerie.” It felt wrong even saying her name, as if one as lowly as me could dare to assume I was anywhere near to the same level as her.
“Now Alice, I cannot see a toilet in here. I assume you do have one.”
I blushed bright red. “I’m afraid not Valerie.”
“Then where do you go to relieve yourself?”
“Father makes us do it on the compost. It’s good for it apparently.”
She laughed, a high laugh full of joy. “Well then I shall do the same.”
“Please no, it is outside in the open air. I couldn’t dream of…”
“Do not assume you may tell me what I can or cannot do. Now I must go before another minute is passed. Take me to your compost. This is such fun!”
Reluctantly I stood up and managed to get the door open again. The compost pile was beside the fence dividing our home from our neighbours, a huge pile of wild grasses, vegetable peelings and such stacked haphazardly together.
“Is there where you always must go, you poor thing?”
I nodded, unable to answer, more ashamed of my family at this moment than I’d ever been before. Lady Valerie stepped towards the pile, then looked down at the rotting mess trickling from it towards her elegant shoes.
“Perhaps I could use a jug instead and then you could pour it onto your compost,” she said, stepping away from the pile and back into my house. I sighed with relief and followed her back inside, discovering she’d already picked up an empty jug and was examining it. “This should do. You do not object do you?”
I shook my head and curtseyed again. “Good,” she said. “Now sit there and I shall not be a moment. My bladder is ready to explode.”
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Hi you guys. Here's chapter 1 of "Three Way Split," taken from my latest watersports book 'Sea Spray.' Hope you like it!
A girl agrees to run an ice cream booth for the day. As the temperature rises she drinks more and more, becoming desperate to pee but with nowhere to go. Her old flame appears and comes up with a solution...
Chapter 1 – Selling Ice Cream
“And this is where you’ll be for the day. Hope you like ice cream!”
Mrs Richards held open the door and I squeezed into the most depressing booth I’d ever seen.
“Have you worked a till like this one before?”
“Well not exactly like this but I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it.”
She frowned for a moment before the smile returned to her face. “You’ll be fine. Now I’ve got to go. Anything you want to ask me?”
“Don’t think so. You get off or you’ll be late. I’ll see you this afternoon.”
Off she went, closing the door behind her. I yawned loudly, I wasn’t used to being up this early but I wasn’t going to turn down earning fifty for one day’s work. All I had to do was hand out ice cream and drinks, take the money and wait for Mrs Richards to come back from her niece’s wedding. Easy. Or so I thought.
I ate so much ice cream in the first hour I thought I was going to be sick. Wouldn’t you have done the same if it was free? But then as it ticked past ten the sun emerged from behind the clouds. Who’d have thought a retro fifties ice cream booth could get so hot? I was baking in there as the crowds of people plodded down from the car parks and made their way onto the beach in front of me.
I was set up on the promenade facing the sea and I had a steady stream of customers from the minute I began. As the morning went on I got hotter and hotter, cursing Mrs Richards for not mentioning what it was really like in here. No wonder nobody else had wanted to do it for her, it was like being in my own personal oven. At least she’d said I could help myself to drinks.
I downed another bottle of water as the queue began to stretch further along the promenade.
“I don’t want chocolate sprinkles,” one child whined to his mother. I smiled sympathetically but she just snapped back at me. “Get him another one and get it right this time you stupid girl.”
It had been a long time since I’d been called a girl but sadly that wasn’t the last time today. Although I’d been nineteen for a few weeks now, I must have looked much younger as the customers seemed to think they could speak to me as you would an unruly child. I swear I could count the number of pleases and thank yous on one hand.
I pulled off my blue top before grabbing another cone, hoping the vest underneath wasn’t as see through as my mother had hinted it was. It was either risk my nipples being visible or bake to death, not much of a choice.
A man stood at the window, leaning in and leering at my chest, not once looking me in the eye. “Two big ones,” he sniggered, nudging his friend next to him. I ignored their smutty whispers as I handed over their ice creams, deliberately leaning over the counter to watch their gawping expressions grow even more gormless.
I laughed to myself as they walked away, aware suddenly of someone watching me from the beach. It was a woman who’d clearly been surfing, squeezed into a wetsuit and shaking her hair as she meandered up the sands, never taking her eyes off me. I was sure I recognised her but I couldn’t think where from.
I tore the lid off another bottle and gulped it down before serving the next customer, sweat pouring down my cleavage and soaking into my vest, making it even more see through. I was glad I was in a skirt but I found myself staring at the sea more and more, just wanting to run and dive in to cool off for just a few minutes.
The woman from the beach had joined the back of the queue, I kept getting glances from her as I moved around, turning my back to dig deeper and deeper into the freezer at the far side of the booth, realising that if I had to reach in much further I’d end up flashing my panties to the never ending line of people waiting impatiently to be served.
To make matters worse, I was starting to need to pee. That was another thing Mrs Richards hadn’t mentioned. I was supposed to work from 9 until she got back which might be any time between 4 and 7. When I was supposed to take a break or go to the toilet? She hadn’t left me a key to lock the booth and I couldn’t really leave it open with all the money in the till whilst I ran off looking for the ladies.
The water I’d drunk so far was like a dripping tap inside me, continually trickling into my already overfilled bladder, making it bulge up against the waistband of my skirt as I kept handing out the ice creams, kept taking the abuse of the customers.
Another twenty minutes passed and my need to pee became increasingly urgent. I noticed too late the ogling guys from earlier as they appeared at the window holding water pistols. They shoved the waiting family to one side and pulled the triggers, squirting ice cold sea water directly at me. I jumped back in shock as the water soaked instantly into my vest, turning it completely see through in a moment.
“That’s what you get for being a prick tease,” one said, laughing loudly as I stood shuddering on the spot, fighting to keep my bladder under control as the cold water ran down me to the floor of the booth. I was too shocked to speak, how could they do that to me? As I stood frozen to the spot, they turned to run off, getting only a few feet before a surf board suddenly fell to the floor in front of them.
Unable to stop in time, they both tripped over it and skidded into the concrete of the promenade, making the entire queue wince at the sight of their skinned knees and hands. Red faced they climbed to their feet and limped away as the surf girl picked up her board. She winked at me as I mouthed my thanks. Was that…Sally?
“When you’ve finished flirting with the local boys, I’d like three sugar free lollies,” the woman by the window said as her eyes kept moving down to my transparent vest. I turned to get them from the freezer, almost falling into it as I felt my skirt rising up behind me, my bladder digging into me and threatening to overflow at any moment.
“Maybe get a pair of trousers,” the woman said as snatched the lollies from me, leaving me to tug my skirt lower and wish a hole in the ground would open up and swallow me before anything else could go wrong.
I was beginning to squirm on the spot with desperation, trying to mask my movements by shifting round the booth as I reached for things, never staying still for a moment. At last the surf girl reached the front and that was when I realised where I knew her from. It was her!
“Sally!” I cried. “It’s been too long!”
“Hi,” she grinned back. “Fancy seeing you here. What are you doing trapped in there?”
“Oh it’s a long story but it’s only for today. Your hair’s different. Anyway what can I get you?”
“How about I have you again?”
I blushed furiously, wondering if the people behind her had heard. Back when I turned eighteen, Sally and me had gotten ridiculously drunk at my party and ended up spending the night together, getting up to things I’d never dreamt of doing before. We’d laughed about it afterwards but as Sally had gone off to university and I hadn’t, I wasn’t expecting to see her for some time. But here she was, large as life and looking stunning in her wetsuit, showing off all her curves.
“Come in if you like and we’ll catch up while I work.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I flicked the latch on the side door and she squeezed in next to me, sitting on the low shelf by my feet and peering up at me. “How’s uni?” I asked.
“Who me?” The man at the counter looked confused and I realised that from where she was sat, Sally was invisible to the people outside. I served the man as Sally sat talking about her tutors, her housemates, life in the big city.
As she talked I was still squirming on the spot, the forgotten desire to pee reasserting itself. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt Sally’s hand on my leg, stroking gently. “What are you doing?"
“Feeling your leg,” she smiled back at me. “It feels nice.”
“Stop it,” I said, trying to bat her hand away. “I’m bursting for a pee.”
“I can help with that,” she said, grabbing an empty bottle and raising her eyebrows. “Remember your birthday party?”
I blushed again, mortified at the memory of what we’d done. I could hardly think about it without feeling excruciating embarrassment. And yet here was Sally waving another bottle at me as if we were alone in my bedroom again, not on the seafront with dozens of people nearby.
“I can’t!” I said, feeling a drip of pee leak out of me and into my panties. I began rubbing my knees together, doing a peedance of agony as I watched the woman in front of me drinking from the bottle of water I’d just sold her, a line of clear liquid running down her chin and dripping onto the counter.
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I'm reviving an old story thanks to encouragement from a friend - please be nice about grammar and stuff because in order to show true desperation and I write while I'm absolutely bursting myself so my focus is a bit split. So here you go :)
Chapter 1
Kathryn was a young girl, small build, red hair and a pale skin tone. She was quite young to be working in the high level of the business industry but she had worked very hard in college and high school to get this opportunity and she took advantage of every moment, never slacking ever. Today had been busy as ever for Kathryn, she had hardly had a chance to stop working since she walked in the door. She did some paperwork, made spreadsheets, and held an important office meeting. The young girl didn't do well with speaking in front of crowds so she had been nervous all day anticipating the meeting she had to lead. This along with the fact that the AC was out in the building and it was very warm had led to Kathryn drinking an excessive amount. She had a fairly large bladder and was usually able to make it through the work day without needing a wee. It helped that she kept herself so busy and didn't have time to think about her need. She had went to the loo early that morning, but that loo break was followed by a large mug of coffee, a glass of orange juice, and she had filled her water bottle about six times throughout the day. Kathryn was working late this evening, something she did often. She couldn't help but notice her heel was clicking ferociously against the hard floor and she had her thighs tightly clenched together. Despite being absolutely bursting for a restroom break she kept working as if there was no need at all. She was always going above and beyond to impress her bosses because she was nervous they'd find someone older or wiser to fill her position even though her boss had tried to tell her otherwise many times.
Regina was a little bit older, mid-forties. She was still a very pretty lady, a latino with a sassy attitude. Her and Kathryn didn’t get along to well. Regina had applied for the same job that Kathryn was now doing, but was not chosen for that position but rather one below her. She felt like she was older and knew more about the business so she was quite envious of the young girl. This often meant snarky looks, and deep sighs when she had to be given instruction by the young red-head. Regina had a nagging ache in her lower abdomen but was trying to do some extra inventory done for the night and was in a hurry to get home. That was the difference between Kathryn and Regina, Kathryn was always looking for extra work to do. Regina had to do the overtime for the money so she could get the bills paid. Regina had a sick daughter and needed the extra money to go towards her medical bills. That was part of the jealousy too, Kathryn’s salary was much higher. But, a job was a job and despite her sass Regina did well at what she was doing. She wanted to get home to her daughter and be able to help cook dinner for her husband so she was rushing to finish up this last little bit of inventory. Her bladder was trying to convince her that she needed to get back to the loo first but she did her best to ignore it.
As they were both intently working, the only two left in the building this late at night they heard a loud smash. Kathryn went wandering down the rows of cubicles. Being distracted from her work for the first time today, “Hello, is anyone there?” she called out. And her walk became more of a dance because she realized as she walked down the rows her bladder really was bursting for a wee. “Oooh, man.” She moaned as she tried to cradle the bulge in her lower abdomen. Just then she heard a cry out from what sounded like Regina, a loud crash, and then she felt a smack of pain in the back of her head before everything went black.
Chapter 2
The lids of her eyelids lightly faded open, emerging into consciousness. It took Kathryn a minute to full take in the situation she was in. They were in a small, very plain, mostly white room with not much in it. They included herself and Regina. And in just a moment’s time calm, tranquility of the room became panic as Kathryn had two realizations. She was tied to a chair and couldn’t move her arms or legs, and she was absolutely desperate for a wee. Regina still seemed to be out of it, Kathryn quietly begged for her to wake. “Regina, Regina, REGINA!” She said in a loud whisper.
Regina woke to the sound of her name being called. “huh?” She looked around, the bright white of the room was giving her a head ache so her eyes drifted open and shut a couple times so she could get used to the brightness of the room. Less panicked than Kathryn, and more concerned about the fact that she needed the bathroom Regina called out “What is this? Can I please go, I need to pee!” Kathryn was scared, and she quietly begged Regina to be quiet, “Regina, don’t. Don’t, please.” But, Regina was persistent. She looked at Kathryn, “Look little girl, I’m gonna call out if I want. I have to pee, I haven’t been since this morning.” Kathryn’s eyes started to water. “I need to pee to, I’ve been drinking all day, and haven’t been since about 5 oclock this morning. But I also don’t wanna get killed, this person is obviously not afraid to use violence for what they want.” She said trying to convince Regina that they could deal with the bathroom situation later. Kathryn was also trying to convince her own bladder of this. She clenched her muscles together the best she could to hold back the flood, but it wasn’t very easy because her legs were tied apart from each other and her hands behind her back.
From a speaker in the corner of the room they heard “Quiet down now ladies. Everything is going to be alright.” Regina hollered back “No it’s fucking not, I’m about to piss all over the place if you don’t let me out of here!” And Kathryn just kept her mouth quiet as tears rolled down her face. The man across the loudspeaker cleared his throat and asked “Would you like to be able to pee Regina?” And Regina looked at the speaker in disbelief “Well, obviously!” she said practically dancing in her seat. Kathryn just sat in her pain. Her bladder had become so full and her muscles so sore, but she suffered through it, and forced her quivering muscles to keep working. The man’s voice behind the loudspeaker gave the following directions “Jane will be coming in just a few minutes, she will allow you relief.” Regina turned to Kathryn “See you just have to ask for what you want.” Kathryn just turned her head away and quietly said. “I don’t trust him, or his little assistant. I will hold my pee in like an adult.” This left Regina absolutely furious, did this little girl just insinuate that she wasn’t an adult because she needed to pee?
CHAPTER 3
There was a decent amount of time where the two women just sat in awkward silence. Waiting for the enigmatic Jane to arrive and staying completely focused on their bladders. Each in their own way. Regina, the more obvious about her need, was doing some sort of awkward shuffle/dance in her seat, trying to find some level of comfort. While Regina made her need blatantly obvious, Kathryn's need had become so strong that even if she was comfortable shifting around like Regina it wouldn't do her any good. Her bladder had been so full before, that it was to the point where it had no growing room, and was just stretching painfully outwards trying to accept the liquids her body kept producing. She was a fairly thin girl, and the bulge in her lower abdomen was very obviously protruding and it was torment to move even the slightest bit.
Then through two huge metal doors that slid open, the women hadn't even noticed them before because they were painted the same color of the walls, very well hidden. A very beautiful woman entered the room, and the only noise in the room was the shuffle of Regina, and the click, clack, of Jane's very tall heels hitting the tile floor with each step. She brought rolled in a cart, similar to one they'd use for room service. But, on the cart was a strange arrangement of things that looked like they might be used in a surgical office. This was the first time that even Regina got scared, what had she gotten herself into? All for a wee, maybe Kathryn had been right. Jane was tall, very thin but curvy in the right places, wearing nothing but a very small little black dress, and those red heels.
"Alright ladies, now I don't want you to be alarmed. Nothing that I have here is going to hurt you. It is Mister Dwayne's orders that I am following so please don't be alarmed. He's a very trusted doctor, and we are just testing some of his newly invented methods. First thing I need to do is remove your pants, as to insert this small device into your peehole, it's similar to a catheter." Jane said trying to reassure and help the women understand their circumstances. "I know it might be kind of uncomfortable to have someone that up close to your private area, but please try to stay calm as, I need to insert the machine in properly."
Regina was really scared, but she also couldn't ignore the fact that she felt like she was literally going to flood this chair any minute. "What about getting to pee? I really really need to go..." She trailed off quietly, scared of the response. But, despite being scared, something about Jane's tranquility and her calm tone helped both girls feel a bit more comfortable than they would have otherwise. Having another girl there, made the whole thing seem a little less scary for some reason. Almost, like she understood their predicament. "Regina, this machine here will allow you relief, if you can just please hold it until I get the machine in, Mister Dwayne will be very upset if you get his floor wet." She assured the middle-aged latina, she would get relief. This helped her relax a little bit, but not much. Kathryn's entire body was stiff with desperation, her muscles absolutely quivering, using their very last efforts to hold on to all the pee desperately trying to get by.
Jane calmly came towards Regina with a pair of scissors, "I need to cut your jeans off, as I've been instructed not to uncuff you. I'm sorry for the strange procedure." Regina allowed the women to do it, as all she could think about at the time was her need to pee, nothing else. The women slid Regina's black lacy panties aside, and slid her fingers between her lips. Regina's body got tense, her skin was tingly with goosebumps. Nervous, confused, and slightly turned on. She allowed the strange women to put the little plastic machine in her peehole, it felt a little odd, just like it didn't belong but it didn't hurt. "I don't feel any relief yet? I still have to go really really bad." Regina whined. Having the women messing around down there did not help her situation at all. "Don't worry, shortly. Just hold on." She said with a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Jane went over to Kathryn, who looked incredibly scared. "Sweetheart, don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you. But, I do have to put the little plastic machine inside you too, okay?" Kathryn nodded her head slightly between her sobs from the pain of her bladder, and her terror of the situation she was in. The women was more easily able to cut open Kathryn's pants because they were a dress pants material rather than jean. "Please hurry!" Regina hollered. "I'm trying dear, Just hold on a little bit longer." Jane tried to keep both ladies calm. As uncomfortable as she was with the situation, the promise of relief for her bladder was sounding quite good for Kathryn too so she let the woman insert the little device.
She grabbed a long tube like thing off of the cart and attached it to the end of the plastic thing in her peehole. Meekly Kathryn asked "What's th--at for?" Jane didn't immediately answer but rather went over to Regina and put the other end of the tube into her machine. "Now girls, please don't panic. This is all part of the process. But your bladders are both connected now by the machines and if you need relief your pee will be going into the other woman, so please try to collaborate and work together. You have no way to stop the other woman's pee from going inside you if she pees, so keep that in mind." Jane said before leaving the room.
The womens' eyes widened, they were left dumbfounded by what they just heard. Here they were, both unquestionably dying for a wee and the only way they could get relief was to further strain the bladder of the other.
Chapter 4
Regina started to sweat a bit and panic as she heard the restrictions of the machine. She certainly didn’t like Kathryn, but she wasn’t heartless and the poor girl looked like she was not just desperate but actually in pain. So many thoughts ran through her brain, all pertaining to this odd situation they were in and also her desperate need to pee. They were abruptly interrupted as she was brought back to reality with a poke in her arm. “Ow, dammit!” She jumped a bit, startling her full bladder and letting out a tiny leak. “What the hell are you doing?” She questioned the attendant who was now putting something that looked like an IV into her arm. “It’s part of the procedure miss. If I don’t put this in then you’re not allowed to have the machine that lets you pee.” Regina was so mentally and physically exhausted and scared that she simply let the woman put the IV into her arm. The same thing was done into Kathryn.
Kathryn’s face was absolutely red, she had hardly said anything. Her bladder was so full and distended that it actually felt like it was stretching from inside her. But to Kathryn, working together with Regina meant that they’d both just have to hold their own weight and not let go. Kathryn was in a serious amount of pain though, like fearful that she was harming her body pain because her abdomen was so rock hard. She looked nearly 3 months pregnant because it was so distended. Fortunately this meant that she couldn’t really pee easily even if she wanted to, her bladder was completely clamped up. No ability to relax whatsoever. Kathryn was in her own world until she realized that some strange sensation was pressing up against her peehole. She looked down and saw yellow warm liquid streaming down the tube. “Regina! Please… don’t, I can’t hold it. It hurts so badly already.” She started to sob as the pressure managed to somehow increase tenfold.
“I’m sorry Kathryn, but it was coming out of me. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to hold it in.” She was genuinely sorry. Regina just kept sobbing as the pain level grew immensely. Her bladder was holding amounts that no one should be able to hold.
Little did the girls know, Dwayne’s innocent assistant was enjoying herself at the moment watching the girls struggle. She had flipped a switch on Kathryn’s side of the machine so that no matter how hard she tried she could not pee, but Regina’s pee would continue to enter Kathryn. Through her sobs Kathryn said “You didn’t try hard enough… I’m in so much pain and my body is like shutting down, I’m so cramped up… it hurts so.. bad. I can’t even pee..” Kathryn, unaware that this was intentional simply tried to succumb herself to the pressure being added. Regina must have peed for about a minute and half, her normal fullness was now like triple what her bladder was used to holding.
In addition to flipping Kathryn’s switch, Jane had also made Regina’s flow of liquid coming out of the IV much higher – so she’d need to pee frequently. Assuming correctly that Regina would be willing to pee into Kathryn, she had set this up to see what the true limits of Kathryn’s bladder was. Jane bit her lower lip a little bit as she waited out their torment. Her body quivered when she thought of all the torment she'd be putting them through...
Edited August 9, 2014 by MaiLoveheart
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I couldn't find any song of ice and fire fanfics so I decided to write my own. I haven't written anything in years, but I hope it's good fun. SPOILER WARNING.
The Story takes place after Lord Tywin's death. AFFC readers should find it familiar..
Cersei
A golden sun had set over king’s landing by the time the small council meeting drew to close. Cersei looked out upon the glistening surface of Blackwater bay and felt the ache in her bladder. The meeting had lasted a small eternity as always, with Pycelle droning on and Rosby breaking out in coughing fits whenever he spoke. Perhaps I should have appointed Ilyn Payne. The man was mute but at least he didn’t try her nerves like this sorry bunch.
She poured herself another glass of arbor gold and gazed out the window. Autumn was clearly drawing to a close. She wore a red gown trimmed with sable and tights beneath but it had not being enough to keep out the cold. It was always worse when it was cold.
‘As I said, t-t-t-t-the-the lords of the stormlands be-be-beg our leave to return to their fields. The long winter is coming an-an-an-and-and..’
Cersei shifted uncomfortably against her seat. The tightness of the gown drew men’s eyes wherever she went but it did little to hide the bulge in her belly. The new cotton fabric pulled uncomfortably tight against her bladder but she didn’t dare shift her position to ease the pain. She was a Queen and a queen cannot ask leave to use the privy, no matter how urgent the need. I cannot reveal my desperation. The walls of the red keep have ears and if word gets out that the Queen couldn’t hold her waters, they will giggle in court and laugh at her in the streets of Fleabottom. I am a Lion of Casterly Rock. I will not show my weakness.
The ways of highborn maidens were strange as they were cruel. Peasant girls will declare their need and go off to squat in the bushes but a lady had to signal her need through discreet gestures to her handmaidens, who would scurry off to find a chamberpot while their mistress made her excuses. Even so, her father Lord Tywin rarely allowed her to leave during feasts and banquets. He had a bladder of steel and expected the family to follow in his stead.
She reached for her glass but stopped at the memory of Kevan Lannister’s 50th name-day. It was her first time tasting wine and she had drank 3 glasses of it with the roasted boar. Soon a different kind of gold making its presence felt below. A good 300 of her father’s bannermen were in attendance but Cersei noticed only the pain in her bladder. Under the tablecloths of the hightable, she squirmed and fidgeted, trying to find a comfortable position to settle while the lickspittle lords and knights followed toast after toast. Finally it was too much and she begged permission to leave, stumbling off the dais and nearly wetting herself in the great hall.
Only she didn’t quite make it.
Jaime was busy talking to a bored Lord Royce but the imp had noticed her discomfort and followed her to her chambers. When she was about to squat down to relieve herself, Tyrion had snatched up the chamber pot and ran away as fast as his stunted legs could carry. Please, Tyrion, Please no. She could remembered the wicked sneer on the imp’s face and his taunting wave of the chamberpot.
She remembered the warm, shameful wetness running down her legs as he waddled away with a servant in chase, shouting m’lord m’lord when it was too late.
It was years ago, but the sneer remained to haunt her. A Proud Lion losing it in her small clothes. The memory would come rushing back whenever Tyrion grinned his ugly face at her. Everytime she felt the need to pee, Tyrion’s sneer would reappear, mocking her need.
‘Your Grace?’
The sound of Lord Qyburn’s voice brought her back to the small council chamber.
‘What were we discussing?’
‘As I was saying, your grace.’ Qyburn began ‘There have been disturbing rumours that a massive fleet has been spotted sailing in the waters outside Braavos. I have not been able to confirm the identity of the ships. Some claim that..’
Waters. Suddenly and inexplicably, she felt hot spurt escape and wet the gusset of her smallclothes. In the cold weather, she could feel the coin-sized warmth rubbing against her clit. She felt another surge of hot piss threatening to burst forth as her bladder screamed for relief and she was forced to clench her thighs together with a loud clap.
Cersei could hardly breathe for fear that her small council would notice her desperation. She examined each of the lords in turn but none of them seem to have heard the clap or noticed her movements under the table. She was now shuffling her legs and squirming visibly beneath her red gown, trying to master the urges that threatened to overspill. Thank god I’ve chosen this flock of fools.
‘Your Grace, I would advise that you build a new fleet of dromonds to tackle these pirates, I would gladly drive them off for you.’ Chirped the Master of Ships.
‘Your Grace, the water would be better patrolled by a ex-ex-ex-experienced ss-s-s-sailor, perhaps Lord Redwyne of the Ar-r-r-r-bor would be..’Pycelle interrupted.
‘You would leave our defence to up-jumped grape merchant?’
Another spurt escaped. For the first time in a long time, she felt afraid.
‘That’s enough’ Cersei screamed. ‘I will not have this bickering in my small council, the matters half a world away do not concern the realm. We shall discuss this on the morrow.’
‘But your g-gr-ge-grace, these ships could be carrying sellswords to the..to the usurper Stannis Baratheon. If we do not act now…’ The Grandmaester whimpered.
She could feel the fullness and warmth against the fabric. They would not dare vex lord tywin so. ‘Should I rip out your ears Grandmaester? You don’t seem to use them. I said that the matter was over.’
Pycelle opened his mouth and closed it again.
‘This meeting is dismissed, please take your leave. Lord Commander, escort me back to my chambers.’ Her desperation seem to ease as the lords took their leave and shuffled out the door, leaving only her golden-haired brother. There was still the walk back to her chambers. Her legs felt weak struggling against the pee and her head felt dizzy from the length of the hold. She took a large sip of the wine to try and brace herself for the journey.
Jaime offered her an arm and she took it gratefully. Cersei Lannister rose unsteadily from her seat, red-faced and weak from her efforts and the wine. She could feel the waters sloshing about inside her as she made her way to the door. It’s alright, they’ve all gone. Perhaps they were just as eager to leave and relieve themselves. Cersei envied them. They did not understand the difficulty of being a lady. Of being a strong queen.
Relief. I need Relief. As they were making their way down the stairs, she lost control once again and leaked. Peeing for almost a full second before she squeezed her legs together and stopped the flow. Cersei bit her lip, her woollen smallclothes were thoroughly wet and clung to her legs. She could feel the warm wetness on the inside of her long shapely thighs. She felt eyes watching her and once again, Tyrion’s sneer.
For a moment, she was twelve years old again, red-faced and helpless. A poor little girl, hobbling with desperation as she tried to remember the way to the privy. Tears streaming down her cheeks as every turn revealed yet another long corridor in the maze of Casterly Rock
No, I must not let them see my tears. A Lion does not weep.
Jaime sensed the tension in her body. ‘Sweet sister, if you can’t help it, we can go to White Sword Tower. It is much closer’
‘NO.’ Her brother never understood. If she went anywhere else, people would know and people would talk. ‘Just help me back to my room’ She struggled forward, every step leading her closer to relief. Whether the relief came in her clothes or in a chamberpot, she dare not think.
Whenever a servant passed, she had to stop and admire the view. They made their way across the Red Keep, taking small mincing steps. Every few minutes or so, she would stop to hold herself between her legs when no one was watching. Waves of desperation wracked her body and she needed to catch her breath or her bladder would simply lose it over the carpets. She couldn’t remember being so desperate in court. Even that time with Tyrion in Casterly Rock did not seem half so painful as this day.
I am a Queen, Tywin’s daughter. Not some weak-bladdered peasant girl. I will not have an accident. And yet, she already had. The warmth between her legs was so pleasant in the cold weather and so shameful a reminder that the Queen of the seven kingdoms and the protector of the realm had already peed herself a little, no different from a seven year old girl. What would Tommen and Myrcella say if they they found out?
It seemed forever before they reached the privacy of her chambers. Jaime had half helped and half carried her at the end. It was more taxing than the Battle of Blackwater bay. When the door finally slammed shut behind her, she nearly collapsed and lost it on the spot. No, Not here, I am so close. Just a wee bit more.
Her bedwarmer Lady Taena Merryweather welcomed her back from a hard day. No doubt she must have heard the door slam. Taena of the dark almond skin and sultry eyes. Taena who shared her bed.
‘Good evening, Your-‘
She had no time for pleasantries. ‘Quick, find me a chamberpot.’ Before I wet myself.
In the privacy of her chamber, Cersei no longer cared. She jammed her smooth white hands between her thighs and danced on the spot like a little girl. Every moment was sheer agony. She bit her lip and whimpered as Taena rummaged around hurriedly for the golden chamberpot. Mercy, please. Cersei prayed. Don’t let me wet myself. Don’t let me pee myself. The knowledge that no one would see made it all the harder to hold back her pee. Her desperation grew exponentially in the familiar surroundings. Her body was betraying her even as the mind pleaded for just a few seconds more.
It’s going to come out at any moment. Oh god, oh gods. I am not going to make it. She no longer counted the spurts and lapses and leaks. Cersei did not even feel the moistness of the taut cotton in her fingers. Just let me pee before I lose everything in my gown.
Lady Merryweather and her handmaiden rushed in with a chamberpot, gilded gold and gleaming like a stream of warm wee.
The sight of it was too much for Cersei Lannister and she felt the dribbles running uncontrollably down her thighs and calves. The warm pee pooled in her thick smallclothes before exploding in a thick stream through the cotton. Her gown of proud Lannister red darkened with patches of urine with astonishing quickness. Even as she soiled herself, Cersei refused to let go. Her hands were still jammed tightly in her darkening crotch as she scrambled for the chamberpot, trickling and leaking as she went.
In one fell swoop, she ripped the stained gown from her thighs. Her smallclothes were utterly soaked with urine, with rivulets dripping off the back. On her grey woollen tights, there were long dark streaks that ran from crotch to feet. A loud sigh filled the room when she squatted over the chamberpot, a sigh of both relief and pleasure as the Queen of Westeros peed loudly and powerfully through her tights and undergarments. The red keep seemed to echo the loud hiss of Cersei’s agonised release and the sound of the piss spraying violently against the cold metal. I made it. Almost.
Thank the gods no one saw. The piss was so hot that steam rose from the chamberpot and the puddle around it. A line of stains on the carpet showed where the trickle of urine had escaped as she moved to reach her relief. She moaned in the sheer ecstasy of the moment and sensed the tears rising in her throat. I just couldn’t help it. I’ve wet myself for the first time in years. She heard the Tyrion’s laughter and thought she glimpsed his evil grin in the corner of her eye. No sweet sister, you’re WETTING yourself for the first time in years.
She peed for a full minute. By the time her bladder was empty, the floor resembled the water gardens in Dorne and her clothes were sodden. A naughty little girl who couldn’t hold her wee.
She felt Lady Taena Merryweather’s soft hand on her shoulder as she fought back the sobs. ‘It’s quite alright your grace, I have little accidents sometimes.’
She wanted to slap the Myrish girl. No it was not alright. She was the Queen of westeros and a queen must be strong. NO one must ever know of her accident. Cersei stripped off her wet clothes and spoke in her sweetest voice. ‘Taena, sweetling. Tell no one what you saw’
‘Of course, your grace. It will be..’
‘Take the clothes out to my private garden and burn them, take care that no one sees you.’ She’ll silence the other handmaiden herself. This…. This weakness must be kept a secret at all costs. She could not hope to sit the iron throne with the sniggers and japes behind her back.
‘Your grace, If you have difficulty h….difficulties. We can arrange for a Maester to examine you, I’ve heard that your… problem can be remedied.’
Does she take me for a weakling? Cersei fought back her blush and anger. ‘No sweetling, I’m alright. I’ve had a lot of wine and I’ve being waiting an entire afternoon.’
Lady Merryweather smiled nervously at Cersei as she spoke:
‘I beg your pardon, but your grace was only gone for an hour.’
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Sansa
In the dark, I am the knight of flowers. She dreamed of the royal bedchamber she had shared with Tyrion. Only this time it was not the imp, but the handsome Ser Loras who shared her bed. She could see the moon over the bay. Ser Loras pressed himself insistently against her and Sansa did not resist. Her hands wandered through his artful tumble of brown curls, so close she could smell the roses. She felt her hands caressing his smooth, silky back.
He’s shirtless and breathless. She did not know whether to feel frightened or delighted. She knew she did not want it to end, she did not want Loras to stop planting those teasing kisses on her lips. She wanted him to nibble her ear and rub his chin against her milky neck. Some small part of her knew that it was a dream but she wanted it to go on forever, tangling in the seaside breeze.
A hint of desperation surfaced in the dream. Sweetness changed to tension as Sansa sensed the fullness of her bladder. No, just a little while more. She rubbed herself even more fervently against the boy’s slim, lithe body and bit those dimpled cheeks. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to hold on against the flood. Once I go, he will never come back. Outside the door, only Joffrey and Ilyn Payne waited.
Her desperation rose quickly now that she had noticed it. She pulled herself on top of Loras, intending to leave, but it was so cold that she couldn’t tear herself away from the bed. So cold but it was warm between her legs. To her horror, she saw herself losing control and releasing a torrent of warm piss onto the knight’s milky chest. Warm wee and dusky roses. What have I done. Golden sunshine poured into the window and everything seemed even more beautiful than ever. To her surprise, Loras grabbed her even more feverishly than before. She held his boyish cheeks against her own and emptied herself in the morning light.
The scene faded into a golden blur. Sansa heard the loud hissing of the wind and a distant crying. Daylight was creeping across the grey stone walls of the Eyrie, harsh and bright. She turned and buried her face into her pillow, trying to will herself back into the dream. Just for a little while, please come back.
It was useless. The knight of flowers and the summer warmth had crept away with the darkness. Sansa was in the Vale, trapped with Mya stone and Sickly Robin Arryn and his wrinkled maester. Such a wicked dream, and strange. You are so sweet to visit me in my sleep, my knight, but you shouldn’t…
Panic seized her as she remembered the last part. She felt fear move in her belly as she threw back her quilts.
Sansa glanced stupidly for a second at her own legs. They were girlish slim and dry as the Dornish Sands. She sighed and threw herself back into the cushions, relieved that she had not wet herself in her sleep. The mess would have been so much trouble. Maddy and Haley were always complaining about how they had to clean up Robin’s accidents.
Did I lose control or was it Loras? She closed her eyes and tried to remember but the dream was fading quickly as the harsh winter sun stole into the castle. It was all mixed up together. The warmth of the urine, the summer heat, the golden sunshine of dawn.
It’s all gone…but not for long. She started having these love dreams not long after her arrival in the vale. There had been handsome knights before, of course, but she had never dreamed them naked and in the same bed. Never with their bodies touching me. Cersei and her own mother had warned her about the ‘changes’ but Cersei was a drunk lout and her own mother was painfully vague. She had asked Maester Colemon about them but he only turned red as a carrot and mumbled. Perhaps a glass of dreamwine would help…
Sansa was not sure if she wanted them to pass. The Eyrie was such a lonely place and days would pass when she had no one to speak to. Robin was ill in bed with the Maester fussing over him. Mya stone was taciturn as a mule. Lord Petyr and Lothor Brune were in Gulltown. I have no friends but the mountains and the howling wind. Sadly, she realized that these dreams, which made her feel so dirty and unlady-like were all that she had to look forward to.
Most nights it was the knight of flowers who held her. Or was it Margaery? The two siblings looked awfully alike. Sometimes, she couldn’t remember the face, only her own flustered breathlessness. Is there something wrong with me? Perhaps Lord Baelish or Margaery would know. Even so, she couldn’t ask them about that odd part. In the dreams, she could always feel her bursting bladder, taut and aching. She wanted relief but she was filled with apprehension. I would always awake, just as I start…
No. It must be her body’s way of waking her up. It doesn’t matter anyway, I’ve never wet the bed. That was Arya’s weakness and Jeyne Poole’s on occasion, but never me.
She would have lain there all morning but there was a fullness in her bladder that could not wait. Winter had come to the vale and draped its mountains in pure white robes. So beautiful and so cold. Sansa danced and fidgeted, hopping from one foot to another as she put on her warm smallclothes, her woollen hose, her tunic in tully colours and the fur cloak that Lord Baelish had gifted her. The dull colors and thick layers made her look like a penguin. By the time I reach the privy, I’ll have to remove everything and sit on the cold stone.
It’s almost as cold as the north here. Her need to pee turned her thoughts back to Arya. Arya, Arya, my lost sister where are you? Sansa refused to believe that her sister was dead. They had bickered more often than not in Winterfell and in King’s Landing but she missed her solely in this cold solitude. She missed her short, torn breeches and her messy brown hair. She missed her vexing wildness. If I find you, Arya. I would hold on and never let you go. I will never argue or be angry with you again.
Sansa made her way towards the privy. Her bladder had filled to uncomfortable fullness in the long winter night, but nobody would have guessed it from her easy grace. The Septa was always impressed with Sansa’s perfect composure and restraint, her ability to sit for hours on end reading and sewing. She didn’t know how I was trembling and leaking underneath. She wanted to be the perfect lady for her future prince and it seemed un-becoming to ask for a chamberpot. I was such a silly girl.
Still, it proved to be a useful experience. It had been 15 hours since her last pee and Sansa would not have minded waiting for another hour or two. Your control is remarkable, sis. Too bad they don’t hold tourneys for such things. If they did, Arya would do well to stay away. Her little sister could ride a horse and shoot an arrow, but she rarely cared to hold her waters. Arya always did what she wanted, when she wanted….with some unsightly consequences. Sansa remembered those lessons with Maester Luwin and Septa Mordane.
She would sit patiently, still as a sphinx while Arya squirmed and fidgeted in her seat. She would bite her lip and cross her legs and even jam her hands under her waist cords, much to the Septa’s disdain. It was the only time she heard her sister beg. Please, please let me go, I swear it won’t happen again. Of course, Mordane and Luwin would let her leave with a stern warning…. Only to hear the same excuse not 1 hour later. Please, please. This time it’s serious. I really have to go.
The memories of her sister brought a smile to her face. For a moment, the empty castle was filled with the laughter and madness of childhood games and promises. Arya horseface. Arya pissypants. The latter name had got to her more than she would ever admit. Her sister was a poor holder, no one would dispute that. But the name was my fault and mine alone.
Lord Yohn Royce had come north with his youngest son, Waymar, who wanted to take the black. Sansa had fallen madly in love with the sable-trimmed Ser Waymar Royce. It was the height of summer and the whole castle had decamped for a hunt in the Wolfswood.
They were walking next to a stream, trying to find their way back to the dais.
‘Ser Waymar would a make a wonderful Lord Commander, He is strong and brave and he is a honourable kn-‘
‘NO He’s not. I heard Mikken say that he’s not ready. He only knows how to fight with shield and sword. He can’t use a bow or a spear and he doesn’t even know how to skin a rabbit. Mikken says the winter will eat him up and spit him out like a-‘
‘What would Mikken know about the Watch? He’s a blacksmith.’ Sansa felt the anger rising in her cheeks. She ruins everything, just by talking about it.
‘Just because you want him to kiss you doesn’t make him a good Nights’ Watchman.’
‘SHUT UP. I DON’T want to kiss him.’
‘Oh really? That’s not what-‘
‘I said SHUT UP, Someone might hear us and-‘
‘-What you said in your sleep last night. You were hugging your pillow and I heard you say Lord Commander Royce.’
‘No I didn’t…‘ Sansa blushed red as her auburn hair. Arya was rolling on the ground laughing so hard she sounded like she would choke. When she recovered enough, she grabbed a branch and stroked it, pouting her lips. ‘Kiss me, Lord Commander stick.’
‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your secret undying love’
Sansa was so ashamed and enraged that she nearly admitted it on the spot.
‘You’d better not… and it never happened anyway.’
‘Maybe I’ll tell Jon snow. He can pass on your love since you are so shy.’
‘DON’T tell ANYONE or I’ll-‘
Arya only laughed ‘Or else what, you going to tell the Septa? I bet she already knows.’ The joke seemed so droll, Arya broke out in another fit of snorting laughter.
Sansa could only storm forward in angry silence. Her sister was so annoying. I hope a wolf jumps out and drags her off right now.
The girls continued, walking in circles and trying to find their way back.
‘Sansa, stop’
‘I think we’re almost there’
‘Stop. I need to pee.’ Arya sounded curt. She’s always curt when she is embarrassed.
‘We can’t stop, we have to make it back before lunchtime or mother will be cross again’
Her sister was too proud to argue so they walked on. Before long, they found themselves next to the stream for the third time. Arya rolled her eyes and slumped her shoulders.
‘You are stupid. I’m going to pee.’
‘You’re always going to go pee. You are a little baby who can’t hold her wee.’ Sansa blurted out.
This is time it was Arya’s turn to blush.
‘I had a lot to drink before we left.’ Her sister replied shortly.
‘That’s a lie, I saw you at breakfast. You only had half a cup of mulled wine at breakfast.’
‘Well… I had one cup before you came…And I ate porridge for breakfast. Porridge is nine-tenths water and it makes me have to go.’
‘That’s nonsense. I had a bowl of porridge as well. You don’t see me squirming like a little girl.’
It was true. Once Arya needed to go, she could never hide it. She was squirming and shifting her feet incessantly, trying to ignore the trickling of the stream.
‘Alright, alright, you win. Not everyone has a bladder made of Valyrian steel like you. I asked Maester Luwin about it and he said there was nothing wrong with me now help me-‘
The thought that Arya cared enough to trouble Maester Luwin pleased Sansa wickedly.
‘Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhh. Waterfalls. Hot springs. Pouring wine.’
‘Stop that. Stop it. I’m going to lose it in my pants.’
‘Sshhhhhh. You can just do it, it won’t be the first time. Shhhhh. Remember the visit to White Harbour-‘
‘Come oooonnnnnn. I said stop it.’
‘-Shhhh. Lord Manderly laid out fresh sheets and you peed in them. Ssssssssshhhh’
‘Please Sansa, I’m seriously going to wet myself if you don’t stop.’
She’s using the word please. She must be really bursting. Her sister was a practically a boy except when she needed a wee. It was the only time she behaved the lady. Sansa made her suffer a while more. Her sister had her legs pressed firmly together and her body hunched forward. She seemed unsure whether her hands should be pressed against her crotch or bunched into fists at her side. Her eyes would lose their mischief and acquire a dreamy quality, gazing forlorn into the distance.
‘Please please please please please stop. I think some of it leaked out.’
‘Alright you big baby, go behind that oak tree, I’ll look out for you.’
Arya’s relief was palpable in her voice. ‘THANK YOU. I swear I won’t tell about Waymar-‘
‘GO before I change my mind.’
Her sister scrambled off gratefully to relieve herself. The forest was so still she could hear Arya struggling with the laces on her breeches.
Even now, Sansa couldn’t remember why she did what she did.
‘ARYA GET OUT. THERE’S A WOLF!’ Sansa cried.
‘Wha-
Sansa screamed for what it’s worth.
Arya leapt out from behind a tree with her wooden sword and Sansa kneeled over with hysterical laughter. Arya’s pants were unlaced and she could see the white of her underclothes peeking out. Only they weren’t white for long, a shining yellow stain was spreading.
It happened so quickly. Her brown woolen pant legs were dark and glistening. Arya realized the joke and tried frantically to get her pants down. In her haste, she forgot to drop her wooden sword and only tumbled backwards into a bush and peed even harder. Her bottoms were soaked from her waist to her feet and urine dripped from her ankles, forming small puddles around her feet.
She’s peeing in her clothes. Sansa watched, utterly bewitched by the scene. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from her sister having a massive accident. I’m so wicked. That was unworthy of me. Still, she watched in fascination, she’d always imagine what would happen but she had never witnessed a real accident.
The entire wolfswood smelled of urine. I shouldn’t have done that, I should apologize. She reached forward to embrace Arya but something stopped her. What’s going on? Why can’t I move? Gales of laughter filled the woods as men and women appeared from behind bushes and trees. Sansa saw Robb with a crown and Jon snow in black and Theon Greyjoy hooting in derision. Even Lady Catelyn couldn’t stifle a small chuckle. What have I done to my poor sister?
Arya stared at her in anger. Sansa felt her own bladder filling up with astonishing speed. Her desperation grew by the second but she could not move. A pair of slim arms restrained her, soft and smooth they pressed tightly against her bulging stomach. Loras, I’m still dreaming. She could feel her brown curls against her neck. She felt a burst of joy at his reappearance…and a dull pain where he squeezed her poor swollen bladder.
‘Let me go, ser, I need to-‘
He spoke with Margaery’s mellow tones. ‘Do you, really?’
It’s just a dream. ‘Yes, good ser. Pl-please let go of me-‘
‘You seem to enjoy watching your sister well enough. And Queen Cersei.’ What? No! You only danced attendance around her court because she drank so much wine. You were waiting for the day when she her squirming became an accident.
‘No, I don’t. I DON’T. I swear-‘
Admit it, you pretend to be such a proper lady but you enjoy watching and waiting and watching. My wicked Sansa Stark. I saw you fill and refill my brother’s cup in the gardens. What were you trying to do?
‘No please I was just curious. I swear by the old gods and-‘
‘Do you, really? Then why am I still here? This your dream and yet you have me hugging your bursting bladder’
It’s just a dream. Sansa felt breathless. Her bladder was throbbing and her heart was beating wildly in her chest. She inhaled but the air seemed so thick and so sweet with roses and hot musky wee. Margaery is so strong, or was it Loras? Everything faded into a golden blur. Yes. It’s just a dream.
She awoke with a start in the cold Eyrie. No, Not now. A puddle gleamed around the bench where she sat half-dressed and half-asleep. I’m still peeing. Sansa clenched her legs together to try and stop the flow but the stream was too strong. Too late. It trickled down in streaks along her legs and pooled around her buttocks. She could feel its warm caress, creeping up her back. There was no sound but a tortured hissing as the warm piss escaped in spurts and torrents despite her efforts. She could feel the it spreading across her legs, her belly, her buttocks..
Even half-awake, she could feel the blood in her cheeks. Flustered and breathless, she wanted to cry out to someone, anyone. Come back, Ser Loras. Margaery. Arya. Come back with me. A gasp rose and died in her throat. You’re wetting yourself like a little girl. Like Arya and Jeyne Poole and Cersei must have done when no one could see her.
She tumbled into her bed and held a cushion tight against her bosom. She dreamt of brown curls and roses and sweet musky wee. |
Arya Stark/Cat
The Cat of the Canals.
Braavos was the most vexing city Cat had ever known. Shrouded in fogs, the weather was cold and clammy. More often than not, the city threatened its inhabitants with a light drizzle that would turn to pouring rain as the thunder roared. Even when it was merely grey, there was no getting away from the sound of water. The city was made of a thousand islands in a lagoon, joined by bridge and barge. Everyone she went, Cat would hear the lapping of water against stone and the trickling of fountains.
Once, she had gotten so desperate that she had to dive into an alley. When she returned, a dozen Oysters had gone from her barrow. Flinched by beggars and roof rats. She hated to disappoint Brusco, who treated her so kindly. For once, Arya Stark wished that she was her sister across the narrow sea. Most knew Sansa as maiden fair and flowered with sky blue eyes and a head of auburn hair that shone like autumn’s blaze. Only Arya envied her real talent.
Arya pissypants. No. That was another girl with another sister. She had died in the saltpans. Tonight was the night of the new moon and she must return as No One to the House of the Black and White.
It was hard pretending to be No one when you had Arya Stark’s tiny bladder. Can she make it? There were exactly three hundred and forty-five steps from the Drowned town to the House of the many-faced god. Three hundred and two if she cut under the canal that carried freshwater into the city. With its constant trickle. Arya bit her lip and decided against the risk.
I’d better find a privy and fast. Most of the taverns would only allow paying customers. Some would demand a penny and others would have you buy a horn of ale. The Butcher’s Wife had the cleanest seats but they demanded that you spend half a silver on their famous sausage bowl. A princely sum for a piss. The Yellow Whale was likely the worst.
She stared longingly at a dark alley beside a stream. No. On a moonless night, it was better not to risk it. What better time to cut a throat than during a piss? Arya bit her lip. You better make a choice or there won’t be a choice to make. She ducked into The Drunken Assassin and bounced a coin on the counter. It was still ringing when she had her breeches round her knees.
Later, the kindly man greeted her when she opened the black and white doors.
‘And who is coming to us tonight?’
‘No one’
He sighed softly. ‘A lie. You are Arya of House Stark and you have been delayed. No matter, what three new things have you learnt?’
He knows. ‘Mika the massive is growing old. He has to dye his moustache black and the girls say that there are nights when he cannot rise to the occasion.’
‘A man should know when to put down his sword. The second thing?’
‘Lanna is Lord Tyrion’ daughter and heir to Casterly Rock. She has golden hair and green-gold eyes. When she’s drunk, the Sailor’s Wife calls her my little lion.’
There was blank silence for a moment. She felt joy as she watched the kindly man stroke his beard.
‘That is very good to know. There may be hope for you after all. The third thing?’
‘In The Yellow Whale, Kazubo would let you watch the girls make water if you slip him a piece of silver. There is a small room with a peep-hole.’
‘And how do you know this thing?’
Arya bit her lip.
‘I could hear him breathing.’
‘How do you know it was a he?’
She had no answer for that. The kindly man only smiled and spoke.
‘You are a sharp and clever girl but not as strong as you think you are.’
‘I AM strong, I’ve killed dozens-‘
‘And yet your body betrays you as you speak. Even a blind man can hear the shuffling of your feet.’ The kindly man sighed.
‘It’s not fair. I can’t do anything about it.’
‘Have you tried?’
‘What is there to try. A maester across the narrow sea once told me that some people-‘
‘No one is born wielding a sword and yet some wield it better than others. You must practice with it like you do your finger-knife and your
Braavosi tongue or you shall always be known as Arya the wet wolf. The temple of the many-faced god does not take girls who wet themselves. We can change your face and hair but what are we to do if you dance and fidget like a little girl of four? Go to the waif in the laboratory and we shall see what we can do for the wet wolf.’
Arya pissypants. She hated the name much worse than Horseface. It reminded her of that day in the Wolfswood. One day I will repay her with her own coin.
The waif seemed tireless. Even at this hour, she was waiting amidst her jars of poisons and toxins. ‘Come, my girl, take this vial’
The potion looked clear as water. No, too clear. The waif shook half of it onto her tongue. Sweet and cool like the freshest mountain stream, it seemed like the purest water that Cat had ever tasted except it did not quench her thirst.
‘What is it?’
‘In Westeros, maesters call it the Lady’s Curse. Here in Braavos, learned men call it the Rhoynar’s Kiss.’
‘It makes you want to pee.’ I can’t wait to use it.
The waif smiled. ‘Yes girl, it quickens the bladder and the kidneys. The body will produce urine at a faster rate, depending on the dose. A most expensive and useful potion; a large dose taken with water purges most poisons while a smaller dose removes toxins and appears to delay the gift of the many-faced god. Most of the Courtesans take one drop a day with their food.’
Despite her vows to serve, she could only think wicked thoughts. I must learn how to make this one, I’ll pour a whole flagon into… She paused in fear. One drop with their food. Cat seized the waif by her collar and shook her fiercely.
‘ONE DROP with their food? How much have you given me?’
The waif laughed softly. ‘Enough to flood the Trident and bring a bountiful harvest before winter comes.’
‘Get it OUT of my body. There must be some-‘ Oh no, not this. Anything but this. It might be her imagination but she could already feel it working, pouring incessantly downwards.
‘The Rhoynar’s kiss is the antidote, not the toxin. It is completely harmless…except to your pride. Tomorrow, you will have a new job, you will be a serving wench at The Yellow Whale and you will learn the true meaning of patience.’
Not the Whale. Arya wanted to cry. She wanted to pin the waif down and pour the entire pot down her throat
The waif read her thoughts. ‘A servant of the many-faced god must abandon many things, not least of all their dignity and pride. Methinks the wolf blood has given you too much of the latter. Say the word and we shall release you, Arya the wet wolf. Warden of the White Knife.’
This can’t be happening. She felt a mixture of anger and fear. I can’t even hold 2 cups of wine and she gave me half a vial. I’m bound to lose it in front of everyone on the morrow.
‘Just say the word and you shall be free.’
No. She bit her lips and glared at the waif. ‘When do I start tomorrow?’
The waif only smiled. ‘They expect you before six. Until then, keep a chamberpot close.’
‘Valar Dohaeris.’
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Arya Stark/Cat
Cat of the Kitchens.
Fried squid with a loaf of salted bread and two horns of ale. Cat treaded down the stairs to fetch the ale first. By the time I return, the squid should be ready. She should get some dreamwine as well. A group of Pentoshi merchants had wandered in and they were bound to call for dreamwine. Saves going up and down twice. The cellars were dark and musty, with barrels from floor to ceiling. Cat felt like a cat among these oaken giants and for a moment she was sorely tempted. No one would see anyway. The sloshing of the pitchers made it so difficult, she could feeling her legs starting to shake. Cat bit her lip so hard she could taste the blood on her tongue. It’s better to just go now than to regret it later, Arya, you know you have to..
I mustn’t. She desperately wanted to untie the cords and pull down everything but she knew she mustn’t. You are not weak. The kindly man had told her. Arya of House Stark does not have a weak bladder. Hers was the same as everyone else. She is afraid that she will wet and she fears their laughter, but it is the fear that makes her weak. It is fear that sends her scampering off when her sister held on.
Cat wondered how said sister would fare in The Yellow Whale after fifteen doses of the Rhoynar’s Kiss. The many-faced god was as cruel as the others. It gave her a desperate thirst and made her nearly helpless with need. The first quarter of an hour was alright, just a niggling reminder and a hint of strain. It quickly became unbearable. The water seemed to come from nowhere and it filled her like a skin. When the customers called, she took ginger steps, mincing and simpering. When she was free, she hid near the counter where no one could see, squirming and twisting.
She lived for her breaks. Nothing in the world made her happier than Kazubo’s slight nod and Cat knew that a wetting had been averted. For now. With the Rhoynar’s kiss upon her, the sweet relief never lasted for long. Even on her way back, she could feel the faint strings of an already growing need. It’s just fear.
It’s just stupid fear. Cat was terrified of losing it in front of everyone. They will point and laugh and pinch my cheek. Stupid Sansa.
The waif said it was mostly harmless but sometimes she felt light-headed from the strain of holding on. She bit her lip and walked towards her patron. The pee was sloshing in her bladder and it seemed ready to spill out at any moment. Everything reminded her of her need. The pouring of Arbor gold looked like a stream of yellow urine. The sloshing of the flagons reminded her of her own overflowing chalice. Everytime someone sipped their drink, she would glance down to check if it was her. Every laugh made her hand dart to her crotch to feel the reassuring dryness. I’m going to explode if I try any longer. I’m going to go mad.
Fear cuts deeper than swords. In any case, she refused to use the privies here. The Yellow Whale was famous for two things. The first was the cheapness of its house brew, dark and strong. The second was the entertainment. It was a place where a knowing man with special tastes would come to indulge in certain pleasures. Pleasures that the greater part of society neither tolerated nor understood.
Cat knew what went on with men and women but she did not understand these people. Why would anyone want to watch that? Six privies there were, all free of charge and sparkling clean with six private booths attached. The wary locals stayed away. Kazubo the owner kept a tight ship and did not partake, while his two daughters served and tended.
It was a grateful distraction from the agonies of her own bladder. Sometimes, it was a foolish local girl, oftentimes, a foreigner or a naïve farm wench from the coastal greenlands. She would drink too much of the dark brew and begin to fidget with her skirts beneath the table. No matter, there are clean privies. As she rose to make her way, a man would rise with her and give a slight nod to the Kazubo, who would start preparing a mug. The girl enters the privy and the man follows, going round the back to those secret booths.
When the women exited, Cat felt a mix of jealousy and disgust. Sometimes, it lasted only minutes, sometimes the man would emerge flustered and with his fly undone. In any case, the price was the same: a mug of Kazubo’s special bitter, more often left undrunk. Only in Braavos.
It was a profitable little niche and Kazubo worked it tirelessly. Whenever a foreign lady or a pretty peasant girl came in, he would play them with free drinks and salty snacks and endless good-natured flattery. The more knowing customers watched discreetly. Those Freaks. The brew was strong and they usually did not have to wait for long. She would remember some of their faces if not for her own desperate predicament.
She did not understand everything she saw. On rare occasions the customers would bring their own girls and the girls would emerge in different clothes. Just thinking about it made her blush. There are men in the world who would pay coin to see me try and fail to hold it front of the privy.No. This is too weird. It must be something else. Arya shook her head and bit her lips.
A surprising number of ladies came to The Yellow Whale for Kazubo’s services. Some paid to peek at handsome men while others went after their own sex. Why don’t they just squirm in front of a mirror? She recalled a gentle lady who sat at the best table, sipping Arbor gold. A lady of Tyrosh who smelled of lavender, with one green braid peeking out from her veil. Cat thought that she would be one of the victims, seeing that she crossed her legs back and forth to no end.
She was waiting for the right man. She went into the booth after a tall, strapping Lysene sailor of thick arms and long silvery locks. She didn’t come out for an hour, long after the Lysene and half a dozen other men. When she emerged, Cat noticed that she walked easily…and that the tights she wore were black instead of green. Why? Kazubo either didn’t know or didn’t care. The lady whispered something to make him chuckle before tossing him a golden tael. Kazubo gave her a bow and saw her to the door.
‘Had she come all the way from Tyrosh?’ She asked Kazubo after closing time.
‘Aye, her husband often has business with the Sealord.’
‘Does her husband know?’
‘No. She does not dare speak of it. Her husband is a powerful man’
‘Why did she take so long in the booth?
‘Some have particular tastes. It is not for us to judge.’
‘Why don’t they just hire whores?’
Kazubo had looked at her as if it was dumbest question of all.
You have many questions for a serving wench. One day when you have seen more of life. The hearts of men and women are stranger than tales of dragons.
Only in Braavos. She thought.
After that, she resigned herself to unanswered questions. I have worries of my own. The waif increased her dosage from ten to fifteen drops while Kazubo grew stricter. It was sheer agony standing with a pitcher of water while the customers came and went. When she opened her eyes, she saw water everywhere. Mugs and horns and pitchers and canals, filled to the brim or pouring into streams. When she closed her eyes, the images were filled with men and women urinating. She saw their bodies relax and heard their sighs of relief echo.
Sometimes, her mind would drift. Cat found herself in Winterfell, she heard her own running footsteps and the Septa’s cry echoing after her. ARYA STARK, COME BACK or YOUR FATHER shall hear about this! She would see the privy cover before her and let loose a trickle. What are you doing? Arya pissypants. Cat of the kitchens would have to stop and cross her legs to stop the trickle running down her legs.
When Arya was five, she learned how to ride a horse. In the few weeks after, her entire life revolved around horses. She talked horses to everyone from Lord Manderly to Mikken. She thought about what horses ate over supper. Maester Luwin, Why doesn’t the citadel have a link for horses?
So it was with Cat at The Yellow Whale. She felt nothing but her need to pee. She saw nothing but subtle signs of need in everyone she passed.
The tall Myrish porter would jiggle his foot and start yawning at the tale his companion told.
Yanu, the Lorathi handmaiden would press her lips together firmly. She would bounce on her buttocks, trying to shift the weight off her buttocks.
Kazubo’s younger daughter was always nervous. Her eyes would grow wide when she needed to pee and she would curl her girlish toes. I can’t do it. Cover for me, cat. She would squeal and squeak as she hurried out, fumbling with her clothes as she went.
The Fair Lysene whore they called S’varoni threw caution to the wind. She would gulp down her brew, as if trying to drown her desperation in ale. Once, she passed out in the chair and Cat was forced to clean up the mess with trembling hands.
Kazubo’s elder daughter was funny as well. Kassia could hold for hours and hours, serving and making ribald jests with the patrons, but she would often lose herself in front of the privy. She would dance and struggle with her laces, just a few inches from relief. Cat had to do everyone’s laundry. Every pair of her drawers and tights were stained yellow in the crotch.
Just like mine. Cat crossed her legs and arched her back forward as another spasm of desperation passed over her. 3 Loaves of bread and salt with a pitcher of house brew. Despite the chill, sweat covered her brows and her neck. A few hot spurts escaped as she made her way to the kitchen. Stop leaking you big baby.
She crooked her finger at Kazubo. The man snorted and raised a pair of open palms. Ten minutes.
A red-headed wench stood up and walked dizzily to the bathroom. Buxom and pretty, she had been fidgeting quite a while under the table while a handsome sailor boy played with her hair. When she finally plucked up the courage to make her waters, two men nearly ran over each other in their haste to get to the booth. Kazubo allowed himself a chuckle as the sailor boy went on eating his mussels, utterly oblivious.
Arya jogged on the spot as she poured out the dark ale.
In the corner, a hooded woman smiled at her and got up to leave. She left 3 pieces of silver on the table, gleaming in the tavern’s soft yellow candlelight.
She’s watching me. Just a like a certain Lady Sansa across the water loved to watch. Sansa was always the perfect lady but she couldn’t keep her eyes away when Arya squirmed in her seat or held her crotch. She would feign disdain and indifference just a little too well. Whenever Arya stared back at her sister, Sansa would look away and pretend to be engrossed by her sewing.
Was it because I was so unladylike in my desperation? That day she wet herself in the wolfswood, Sansa couldn’t stop gaping at her.
She was blushing. She was redder than I was.
Is my sister one of these weirdoes? She wondered in horror if Sansa liked to watch men or women. Do you like it when they hold it forever or do you like it when they lose it in their clothes? Sansa the lady, ever so courteous. Does it give you pleasure when they squirm and squeal and struggle while you sit motionless like a statue? Who do you dream of in the night? Ser Loras leaking into his flowery armour or is it Queen Cersei’s long shapely legs, crossing and moving and rubbing against each other under the table as she drank yet another cup of wine.
Her womanhood felt warm and wet. Arya looked down to see the tiniest patch starting to form on her tunic. Oh gods. I’m starting to go. She threw down the pitcher and waddled to the door. I can do this. She pressed her legs together to steel herself against the cool night air. Does it make you blush when I struggle like a little girl, Sansa?
The voice sounded ludicrous in her head. It sounded like a mummer’s line. You’re overthinking this, she only likes it because she hates you. Neither Cat nor Arya could imagine Sansa sitting in The Yellow Whale. The only thing she ever loved were her stupid songs and knights on white horses.
Stop wondering or you’re going to wet yourself. Arya shook away these morbid thoughts and made a clumsy dash towards the canals. Just a little more. Just a little more. There were only 68 steps to the Drunkard’s Alley. 57…56…55. A pair of swaggering bravos sniggered at her as they passed but Cat no longer cared who saw her in this frantic state.
30…29…27…It’s always worse when you were near. She thought of Kassia’s accident’s inside the privy, her clumsy fingers clawing and tangling. Please, god, no. please. Gods forgive me. The sound of drops splattering on wood.
15…15…13. She saw the moon glistening off the canals. Dark and glistening. The Rhoynar’s kiss was cruel. Less than 10 steps. I can make it. I can. I can.
You always need to go pee, you are a little girl who can’t hold it. Sansa’s Lady-of-the-manor voice, taunting. 6…6….6….I mean five. Just a few more steps. The alley was just across the road but a thin trickle had started to flow. Fear cuts deep. She felt the hot waters of her desperate need follow the lines of her drawers, soaking her crotch from back to front. I’m going to make it. Don’t come out, don’t come out, you always pee yourself like a little…Stop it, Sansa. She could see the shiny cobblestones. The green moss on the coursing water. Cat felt a wetness warming her left thigh. I’m not going to make it, I mean…
She made it just in time.
There was not a moment to spare as she rounded the corner. Cat ripped off her breeches as she squatted, losing a button in her haste. Her pants bunched around her calves just as the hot stream of piss exploded from her with a piercing hiss. Too thick and too tight, the back of her drawers was caught in her powerful stream as she struggled to get them down in time. Too late. She could feel the warm wee spreading on the taut cotton. It’s wet anyway. Her legs trembled from the hasty squat and from the sweet release. One step more and she would have peed a stream though her drawers and her breeches, one moment more and Cat would have had a shamed herself in the middle of the city. The relief wracked her body as the stream flowed hard and strong, forming a thousand little streams as they ran over the stones and ran dripping into the canals of the city.
Not today.
So close. Too close. Her bladder was exhausted from the hold. It had been so full that the stream flowed for a small eternity before it dwindled into spurts and dribbles. Cat pulled herself up and inspected the damage: her pants were mostly dry but the back of her drawers were thoroughly soaked with wee. Happy now, Sansa? Even in the moonlight, she could see the translucent whiteness of the soggy cotton clinging to her flesh.
She bit her lip. It was, at least, better than last time. I took so long to come back Kazubo thought I’d drowned. She removed a strip of cloth from her pocket and cleaned herself, wiping away any excess moisture. Slowly and gingerly, she pulled up her pants, not wanting the wetness to seep through her breeches.
Time to head back.
As she walked pigeon-toed from the alley, Cat fancied a pair of blue eyes staring through the soggy cotton of her crotch.
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I pushed myself with writing this one for Sam Fisher. Out of his perspective. Enjoy!
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Pushing Sam Fisher's Limits
It had been several weeks since I had my accident. I wasn't going to lie when I said it was quite arousing. I never told anyone at Third Echelon, but how much longer would I keep such an experience to myself? I was now getting curious if I could push my limits with my new found limits. Why was I feeling turned on by this? I could continue to question.. or...It sure beat the boredom of sitting through Irving Lambert's speeches. This time it was just your typical. I found myself growing anxious. I couldn't help to get a hard on. Am I really being... Oh.. wow. I was being turned on. Could this really be a new found fetish? I had grinned to myself."Fisher, you know what we need you to do." Lambert broke my thoughts. In truth I didn't, but I nodded.Several hours passed since I had felt this desperation. I skipped the restroom and ended up paying for this, but even if I didn't like feeling uncomfortable, I couldn't help to feel aroused. It was way too long since- !! What? There was a Third Echelon Employee looking at me with hungry eyes. It was a woman. I pretended to ignore her.The woman who was eying on me did look quite attractive. At least for her age. Long blonde hair in a ponytail, deep blue eyes and the standard office outfit, but she wore a dress skirt. I leaned myself forward in my chair, getting myself to ignore her. Yet this was difficult. I could see her inch closer. I saw her write a note and pass it to me. What was this? High School?My eyes skimmed the note. I know you're desperate. That's a turn on for me. I raised an eye brow, continuing to listen to Lambert. Grim also came into my sights, making several places on the map. The woman next to me didn't delay a moment longer. Upon writing another note, she slowly crept her right hand to my leg without breaking eye contact with Lambert or Grim.Was I to move away? No. It's not like anyone would see us. As long as she didn't arise suspicion or anyone would drop a pen to look under the table we were sitting at.... Last time I went was about an hour ago. We have awhile before this meeting is over. You know how long his speeches last. I wanted to chuckle at the note. I needed to keep quiet.Another wave of desperation hit. Damn. The woman had written her name as she started rubbing my bulge. It felt good. Maybe she could help me keep concentrated. I looked at her name that was written on the paper. Lynda. I wrote my name back in response. Did this allow her to make her move.If I was lying to myself, then her groping me was helping me sit through Lambert's speech. I felt pale. I felt myself sweating bullets. I kept a straight face as much as I could. My breathing turned hallowed. I needed to do anything to cross my legs. Maybe pushing my limits through Lambert's speech wasn't such a good idea after all.Drop your arms. Lynda wrote to me. I know a way you can occupy yourself. Though I was tempted to grab myself. I felt her hand take my left. The pressure she released made my pain worse, but where she was leading me now had me turn my head a bit. I need to pee. She wrote. If we occupy ourselves. We could make it to the bathroom.Lynda had placed my left hand in her pussy. She was beyond wet. Yet I could feel her growing desperate. Her pulse and body wanting to relieve itself; the pressure. This had me forget my pain I was inflicting upon myself for if not a little while. Lynda didn't hesitate on placing her right hand outside my pants again; rubbing my bulge.My legs had began shaking. I wasn't going to last. Not only was I aroused, but I was going to wet myself. Let a damn kid. I shoved my right hand into my pants without warning. It even caught Lynda by surprise I could tell. I was going to pee. I clinched myself. No. no no no.. not here. Please. Lambert is almost done.I could feel Lynda placing her own needs aside to focus on me. I know she continued writing notes, but I couldn't concentrate. I needed to cut in the middle of the meeting. Lambert was going to hate- It was in that instant that upon releasing my own grip, Lynda had assisted me with her hands. Thank you. That feels good. I didn't want to say this aloud though.Instead of moaning or catching attention, I wrapped my left leg around her right, resuming to rub her pussy. Lynda was squirming. As my fingers got deeper, she gripped harder. Her breathing increased, but she knew it wasn't right. She too would need to keep quiet.My thoughts turned into a panic as I could feel pressure building in my dick. Rather it was now sweat over her hands, or pee. I felt myself wet. I held myself back as much as I could to work against the stream that would gush out. If I was to release now. I wouldn't only make an embarrassment of myself, but Lynda too. I am not going to lose this battle.My needs became desperation, but I could tell that Lynda wasn't making it any easier for herself. Not only was she being turned on, but she couldn't hold back any longer as myself. I could tell she was growing impatient. She had crossed her legs with my left hand still motioning inside her. This had made my hand go deeper. Is that what she really wanted?I had gotten my answer as her right hand moved against my dick. I swallowed hard. Just wait... The thoughts and willpower weren't working by now. They were just getting worse. I keeled over in pain as my bladder was dying for release. If it had a voice. I am sure you could hear screaming.Pressure again was building. At least now I wasn't wearing my stealth suit. It would have just made things worse. As her legs got tighter, so did her grip, which allowed me to spread my legs more. Normally with a woman like her groping me the way she was in a meeting like this would make me uncomfortable. Desperate times. called for... NO NO NO. Her grip was loosening. I was about to piss myself."Fisher!" It was Lambert. We quickly readjusted ourselves as like nothing happened. "Can I speak with you?" I gave a small nod in response.Walking to Lambert as everyone departed only made my situation worse. This also gave the opportunity for Lynda to leave. Good at least she would find relief. I pretended to continue ignoring my urges, walking to Lambert as normal as I could. I was given paperwork. To be honest I didn't really pay attention. My goal was to get out. FAST.I waited as both Grim and Lambert returned to matters at hand before I bolted out the door. I was nearly sprinting. It was when I was running down the hall to the nearest bathroom, I felt myself get pulled aside. To my surprise, it was Lynda. Did she wait for me? I felt her guide me to a private bathroom. Locking the door behind us.There was an evil smirk on her face. "Sam. Not yet.""Please, I've been holding this all day. I didn't think it would get this bad." I could hear myself begging."You can hold yourself for awhile longer. Can't you?" Lynda asked. She had pressed against my body. "So can I you know. I have been waiting for you."This. Got me hard, but I knew this moment wasn't going to last if my desperation clouded my thoughts. "Lynda. Can't we talk about this.. after I pee?"Lynda had kissed me in response. "Be a big boy, Mr. Fisher. I know you can be. With so many stories I heard about you.." She was now rubbing her whole body against me. "I know you can push yourself beyond your own limits."Again I was being turned on even more. It had been so long since I had sex, but I didn't want to have my barriers down like this. My desperation was getting me hard to focus. Lynda had giggled as she shoved her hands down my pants. Sensitive to her touch and aching for release I had pissed myself a bit."Naughty." She said to me. I couldn't help it. "You are supposed to be a good boy. Don't pee until I tell you to. Do you understand me? You are going to help me first." Lynda pulled just her panties down, revealing she had a wet spot. "You know where turning me on. Even if I have to pee real bad." She got close to my face again. It was in that moment we kissed.She smelt to sweet. "All right. You first." I was convinced.Lynda sat me down on the toilet as she sat on top my leg. Wha.. warm pee had soaked my pants. It felt good. She was not only making a wet spot for me, but herself as well. Her moan of relief was enough to get me going. It was at that moment I couldn't hold myself any longer.My pants had became soaked as I gave out a moan. My breathing got loud as the wet spot on my pants spread down the left side of my pants. I didn't care at that moment if anyone or even Lynda was looking. I felt revealed. Amazed that I was capable of holding out as much as I did without breaking.I had gotten turned on as if I could cum with just Lynda's touch at this point. All she did was rub my legs through my wet pants. "Feels good, doesn't it, Fisher?" She asked in a seductive tone. I gave a moan in response. Yet as I thought about finishing up, I felt her grab my dick. My head jerked. "You aren't to finish. I only allowed to relieve pressure because I gave you permission.""What are you going to do to me?" My bladder was trying to allow the stream to continue, but Lynda blocked it off. This was going to make me squirm."I want to hear you beg, Fisher." What she was doing was painful. I needed to empty the rest of my bladder, but what was she doing? Lynda had something within her reach. A water-bottle. She must have acquired it before or I was just too damn arrogant to notice. "Drink this, Fisher. All of it. You are a fish, Aren't you?"For the first time I was refusing. "Lynda I can't. Just please let me finish peeing. I will do anything-""Drink it, Sam." Her voice was commanding. I tried breaking free of her, but I was soon forced against a wall. "Naughty." She said again. Pinning me down, she forced me to drink the water. The water did its job getting straight to my bladderSitting on top of me, Lynda gave an evil smile. "How much can you hold before peeing again, Sam?" She massaged me as I felt pressure once more. I wouldn't be able to holdout if that's what she really planned on doing with me. "Let's experiment together." Her famous last words as she drank the rest of the water-bottle. "You're free to leave.. if you can get the door unlocked."Lynda got off me, now walking over to the sink. "However... you must comply to certain conditions." Would I have a choice? Was I to tell my coworkers? "If you run now. Secrets. Sam. Secrets will be out that something like this.. turns you on. Everyone at Third Echelon will know." Was she planning on do this all along? "What shall it be, Fisher? I know your reputation is beyond valuable here."Damn it. She was right. Lynda had filled the water-bottle. "You were expecting me to break under your will? Fine I will play along with your game.""It's not so simple, Fisher." She approached me. "You have been experimenting to push limits. I have been noticing. Do you think our meeting like this is... coincidence?" Lynda handed me the water-bottle. "Your choice, Sam."Not knowing how much she was capable of destroying my reputation; I didn't want to take my chances. Not like this. I stared at the water-bottle, downing the water. Lydia had smiled, giving me a small kiss on the cheek. I could almost hear her whisper "Good Boy."The sound of running water wasn't helping the fact I was downing the water I was receiving. Down to the fifth bottle I was aching terribly. Lynda was giggling again. "How bad, Sam?" I couldn't respond. "I asked you how BAD?""Pr-pretty bad. Please. Let me.." I was given another water-bottle. "You do know what you're asking of me is dangerous." Lynda didn't seem to care. Damn it. This was a mistake I could have just... ran. It was getting terribly harder to move with a full bladder.Lynda had laughed more. "Sammy Boy. Don't be caving in now. You're Ex-Navy. I know you can hold out just a bit.. longer." She had wet herself again in-front of me. The sight of it was making me almost to the brink of begging. "What's wrong, Sam?" Lynda had put me up straight now seeing my bladder. "Can't hold it anymore?" Her hands gently pressing against my bladder. I grunted in pain.As Lynda stripped me of my pants, I could feel the pressure being revealed. This was bad if I were to get punished by her. "Lynda. Please. Let me.. pee... I need to pee.""What was that, Fisher?" She asked. "Did you ask me of something?""I need to pee." I said in a complete sentence. "I am going to burst if you don't let me empty my bladder."Lynda had denied my request as she slipped my pants back around my waist. "The pressure added from your pants will assist you." She walked over to the sink. My brain knew what she was going to do... she was going to fill the water-bottle. As the water ran I was dying. "Think again, Fisher." She laughed.The water was kept running as she filled the bottle again. I keeled over. Now in pain. "Lynda, please!" I was starting to sound more desperate than before. I held my dick, knowing I was going to wet myself. I caved into my knees, gripping as hard as I could. I felt like a child. "I can't!" I was screaming. "I can-" Lynda forced me to drink the bottle again. I took a deep breath. "Please! For the love of God! Let me pee!"Lynda smiled. "That's what I want to hear, Sam." She forced me back, sitting on top of me again. "It's good that you are needing it.. because.." Lynda had wet herself again. Wetting her skirt and wetting my pants. "It won't be any fun watching you piss yourself in front of your coworkers." She didn't move. "What are you waiting for, Sam? You know you can't move. Go ahead and pee."By then I couldn't. This was bad. I needed to pee and I couldn't stand. "I can't push it out." I admitted to Lynda."Do you need assistance?" I was bound to cry any moment. "Good Boy." She said as she took my dick out of my pants. It was instantaneously that I had burst. I had gotten pee all over Lynda, but I don't think she cared. "Feels good, doesn't it, Sam?" I began to moan in response. "Knowing your barriers are down. That we all get desperate. You are no better than anyone else. You're just a human being with needs."I couldn't respond to her as much as my moans seemed to have turned her on. There was a puddle that formed, soaking me and her completely. My breathing eased as I rested. Lynda finally decided to turn off the running faucet. It was within moments she climbed back on top of me. "Don't tell me you didn't feel wonderful in your moments of desperation, Fisher." There was another laugh from her. "You see it wasn't as hard as you made it. All you needed to do was beg. To ask for permission. I would have simply give it."Lynda was generous to clean up the mess I had made. Even drying up my pants as best as she could. At least to her ability. "You are free to leave, Fisher." I zipped up my pants, getting to my feet. As I reached to the lock. "Oh and Sam." I turned towards her. Lynda had kissed me. "I'll be available if you ever want to have fun again."With a giggle she allowed me to leave, staring at my ass before parting ways. If I didn't know any better. That was an amazing experience. Something I knew I would be crawling back for more... I would count the days.. the hours... before I would see Lynda again. |
Chapter 1 - I Don't Know You
I must have woken up late. Sure I was used to it being dark, but I remembered Lambert saying he wanted me at Third Echelon 0400 hours. DAMN. Which meant I only had a matter of twenty minutes to hurry, get dressed and out the door. I hate this feeling because it never makes the rest of your day right. It rather makes it impossible to be on time or you're missing something.I saw my OPSAT was buzzing as I picked it up. I didn't bother to read what was sent to me however, because I knew it would be rather Lambert or Grim bothering me saying that I was late. Come on guys, this wouldn't be the first time I was late. But, I still had a reputation to keep.Within all the panic and hurry out the door. I forgot to use the bathroom. I should have went before.. I don't have time. I'll just have to go at work. I thought. My urges would have to wait as I found myself speeding down the nearest highway. I ran on into a break-room upon arrival, making a bagel with cream cheese.Within my reach I also grabbed a paper cup and orange juice. So like anyone within the Echelon office, I would obviously be late. "Hey Fisher! Lambert was expecting you in his office ten minutes ago! What's with you this Morning?" I know I KNOW. Don't remind me. I rushed into his office, now seeing Lambert and Grim as usual."Good Morning, Fisher. Good to see you." Lambert introduced my entrance. "We need you to suit up. I would brief you, but there's no time. You are to depart on plane in thirty minutes."Great that would give me time. I headed down to the lower levels of Third Echelon to get changed. Heading into a changing room, I was stopped in my trail. A familiar face showed in light. Lynda. Silence was short between us as she approached me. She practically leaps into my arms, kissing me. Her and I both knew we didn't have a real relationship."Hello, Sam. It's nice to see you." Her voice rang into my ears."Lynda. What are you doing here?""I have been thinking about our last meeting. I saw your schedule that Lambert wrote. I... wanted to see you.""Look, you and I both know what happened with out last meeting wasn't real...""Why does that matter?" Lynda had asked.In truth it didn't. I pushed her aside as I stripped my clothes, getting into my suit. "Lynda, please.." I was about to take off my pants through my request that she leave. I rolled my eyes upon her not taking my request. I wasn't in any mood to argue. As I slipped on my Lower Echelon Stealth suit, I could feel her arms wrap around my waist."Lynda. Please. I got work."What happened was unexpected. She tied my hands behind my back. "Not like you have a choice. I know you have time, Fisher." My hands were duct taped together as she brought my face into view. "They will need their agent, but you.. I know you've been naughty. Excuse me for a moment..."Lynda had left the room and again I was forced to play her game. Was I considered a hostage? She had shortly returned with two backpacks. "Sam, conditions have changed. Unlike the sink, we don't have a direct source in this room for water. Nor... for a bathroom." Should I have told her? That I had to pee already? From experience I knew to keep quiet."I didn't really have time to arrest you. You need to be punished. The duct tape will do for now." Lynda had climbed on top of me. "Did you know you look sexy with your stealth suit?" She gave me a sweet kiss. "However, you won't be heading anywhere until I'm done with you."I shifted uncomfortably. Bracing for what she might plan for me next, I awaited my so called "punishment". She unzipped one of the backpacks, revealing several filled water-bottles. My eyes couldn't count how many there were. "Don't worry, Fisher. I sense the fear in your eyes. You won't be enduring this alone." She downed the first water-bottle.Opening a second bottle, she sat me up. "You don't need me to tell you to drink. You are at a disadvantage. You can't hold yourself when and how you process the water. Got me? You beg, you ask. You plead." Lynda had kissed me. "As screwed up as our relationship is.. it's better than you can ever ask for..""Damn you Lynda..." I was hungry for her attention. She was right. It had been too long since I had a woman like her appreciate me. I wouldn't pass these moments. Lynda continued kissing me; allowing me to submit. "There is something you need to know." She started rubbing against my body. I didn't delay. I was aching for her for the first time. That I wanted to make her cry out for my name.Lynda had rubbed the outside of my suit. Mmmm yes. Keep going. Keep.. "Turned on again are you, Fisher? That was fast... Hmm." There was a giggle from her. It was then when she stood up, locking the door or any access to the changing room. "My guess you haven't gone yet, Sam. Too bad for you. Yet as I said, you won't have to endure this alone."The second bottle she had met my lips as she forced me to drink. "Come on, Fisher. Endure this." If I could feel her hands against me. Her hands softly pressing against my chest. Lynda kissed my cold neck as I continued drinking upon her command. "Breathe." I did so. I didn't care what I had to experience to allow her to say. "Now, the rest of the water."Few minutes had passed as she forced me to drink a few bottles. "No more, Lynda. Lambert needs me on a mission. I will..." Ugh... the water filled my bladder even more. "I will join you after."Lynda laughed. "You're a bad liar when you're desperate. You won't survive." I was allowed to breathe as she continue to seduce me. "You didn't survive with me last time you know..." I could feel her, rubbing her hands on the hard exterior of my stealth suit. "This will be worse for you seeing your current position."I was forced another few bottles of water down my throat. I was needed to hold it back. Lynda could tell she needed to step up her game. Taking out my dick, she started to massage. It felt good. "I need you to.. grip. I am going to piss myself. Please.""I'm sorry, Fisher. You will need to keep holding. If you pee, I will just keep you here longer."I was losing this battle. If I wouldn't be able to grip myself, there would be no way I would continue. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she had volunteered to drink another water-bottle in front of me. I was aching. No. Please dear go nooooo... There was a smile on her face.Taking another bottle, she had poured it into my stealth suit. I gave a small sound, shocked as the water soaked me. I was bursting. Lynda reached inside my suit, making the water warm as she started to pee. It felt so good, but she knew that it was torture. Lynda had moaned as she gripped my dick. "You won't be wetting yourself yet, Sam." Her whole hand now blocking my release.Come on, Sam. You can't let her win. I thought. Lynda continued to massage me as she emptied her bladder. "Keep your mind off the pain, Sam." She laughed. "You could give into my pleasure." I was getting close to an orgasm. Something I knew my body wouldn't be able to withstand. If I came, I would piss. If I pissed.. I would lose her game."Do you need to pee?" Her voice was whispering in my right ear. I was concentrating on not wetting myself. My head had fell into her shoulder. "If you give into your pleasure. You won't feel this pain." I sunk my teeth into her neck like a hungry crazed vampire. Through my moans I breathed deep."I can't stay. I'm sorry. I have.." I felt my bladder now releasing a bit of pressure. I saw starting to pee. "I have a mission." I was able to say.Lynda felt her hand get wet as she laughed. "Naughty." Gripping my dick, she was able to stop the flow of my pee. How was she able to know that secret? "Now now, Fisher. You're just keeping yourself here longer than need be. You could have held out, but I guess you aren't as tough as others wish to believe."I was in extreme pain by now. "Lynda!" I was almost yelling. "Please, let me ... pee." She didn't budge, she just gripped my dick even harder. "Please, I can't stay here. Damn it. I need to cum!""I knew I was giving you pleasure, Fisher. If you don't submit now. You will never know true pleasure. True... pain." She massaged my dick several times as I started thrusting. I leaned into the pain as best as I could. "You need to learn, Sam. Now or never." She had grabbed another water-bottle, cooling off my body as it drained down my neck and chest. I was too preoccupied to realize I was sweating and my body temperature rose.The cold water made me want to pee more. My bladder was beyond recognizable pain. If only I had the strength to break from the duct tape. Run into the nearest bathroom and pee the longest I would ever experience in my life... Lynda grabbed another water-bottle from the bag. How many more did she have in just one? Yet how many more?"Drink to replace what you lost, Fisher. If you don't. You know the longer I will keep you."If I had a moment where I would cry. This would be it, but I didn't want to show my weakness. How much I was aching or even how much pain I was going to endure. I was already well passed my limits. I continued to drink as she commanded. Not even my thoughts wanted the pain. I imagined releasing my aching bladder. Even if it meant continuing to wet myself.There was that moment where Lynda knew I couldn't hold back anymore. Her gripping and grinding my dick had me moan. The more pressure she applied got me to hold on more than necessary. This wasn't going to end well. She would continued to endure as much pain. Keeping her word.I felt myself getting pale as my body ached for release. Lynda had moaned. She was gaining pleasure from my pain. "Do you know how good you can make me feel, Fisher? You haven't even experimented with me yet. I am waiting. All day.. everyday. Instead I have to chase you." She continued to massage me as she kissed my lips. Her touch was tender. "What you feel is how I ache for you, darling.""I don't even know you." Another wave of urgency from my bladder. "Why don't we have a normal date? Me .. take you out to dinner." My bladder was throbbing in waves. "You have been.. approaching me wrong...""Then why allow me to torture you?" Lynda asked, kissing me. "Why endure this pain?""I have been trained in.. several techniques. Torture was one of them." I squirmed. "Don't stop gripping. I'm going to.. lose." My breathing became more deep. Why did I just ask her to...? This couldn't be happening. It was a response I wasn't wanting to give to her. I was dying.Small spurts had finally escaped. Releasing more pressure. I moaned. Fighting back. "You could just ask me, Fisher. This could all end if you beg."Through my pain, I had been given an idea. I grinned at her. "Release me. I can give you what you want." She seemed to agree with my words, cutting the duct tape off. I stroked my dick a bit, now pushing her to the ground. My hands went quickly to work. shoving them into her pussy. "You say you have been tortured, aching for me... yet, here I am. Me, submitting to everything under your commands."Lynda was now moaning as I moved my fingers inside her. "Truth is, Fisher." She purred like a kitten. "I haven't been peeing a lot. I wouldn't allow myself to..." Another moan. "See you in such pain if you needed to pee yourself." I could feel the pulses inside her desperation. It wasn't long after as she cried in pleasure in release. Did she also orgasm among all this?Her panting had continued as I finally released. My own pee gushing as I moaned in pleasure. I sat back, watching as my bladder emptied itself. Pain through pleasure indeed. My moaning continued as Lynda got on top of me, kissing my neck. "So, do you really want to end this day? Or do you want me to keep going?"Was this going to turn into watersports? Would I be a sucker if I submitted to an employee that knew my secrets like this? I was empty again. sure but I could tell she had more planned with the other backpack. Lynda started playing with me again. My body wanted more. Her face got close to me as I kissed her. "Maybe after my mission? I can take you out to dinner and.."Lynda climbed on top of me. "You are going to reject me, knowing how close you are, Sam?" Did she detect I needed more than what she was willing to give? I could feel my bladder fill up again. Maybe that's what she was waiting for...? "Last time it was just water.. this time I added something.. more.""What did you place into the water?" I asked."You are allowed to pee all you want now Fisher, but now you're going to have a hard time holding yourself back. The whole world is going to know..."There was no time to contemplate her words as I released the second floodgate. I didn't want to believe she would be that sinister to poison me. Lynda had cleaned up the mess we made as I got fully dressed into my stealth suit. This conversation would have to wait until after everything was done for Third Echelon.Lynda approached me, kissing my cheek. "I will see you after your mission.. Fisher."I was now in a state of panic. How long before more damage could be done? Was I really now a victim of her games? What was she hoping to get out of my results? |
All right, this will be my last post unless more request more chapters. I don't like triple posting. So this one will be short, but this one should be enjoyable! =)
Chapter 2 - True Intentions
Upon arriving back on to Third Echelon Headquarters, I knew that Lambert wanted to debrief. I couldn't. What Lynda had done hours before I felt myself needing to pee. Desperately. What did she put in that water? This was bad. I was running, rushing into the changing room so that I could reach the bathroom. I was beyond bursting.My legs were wanting to collapse here and now, but this wasn't the place. Small wet spots were going to appear on my stealth suit and I didn't need that. Being as discreet among the people I rushed passed, I had no choice but to shove my left hand into my pants. My desperation grew obvious and I was pale. Sweating again.My dick was growing stiff again. I had gripped my dick harder as I felt bits of pee escape. I ran quicker, getting into the changing room and into the nearest bathroom. As my right hand pressing against the door. This was my time to panic. The door was locked. I keeled over in pain. I wasn't going to make it."Looking for something.. Fisher?" I turned to see Lynda. with the keys. Giggling them in front of me. "I knew you would be back.""Give me the keys, Lynda." I demanded. "I also what to know what you placed into that water.""Not until we have some fun." Lynda slipped the keys into her back pocket. "You can't concentrate enough to get them I bet you." She took her time to observe me as her approach was settle. "You can't wait any longer. Can you?" Her right hand met my left. "You're at your peak, Sam." She was breathing down my neck practically. "If you really didn't want me around. You would have already taken the keys."I could barely concentrate. I doubled over in extreme pain. If I wasn't to pee now. I was going to lose myself. Lynda got me to stand straight up, rubbing my overextended bladder. "What did you put in that water?" Repeating the same question as if she poisoned me. Her left hand, rubbing over mine and the head of my dick. A wet spot was going to form. Pee had escaped, wetting her hand. "I.. I'm sorry. I need to-""You seemed to have been training yourself." Lynda was breathing pretty heavy by now. She started rubbing my bulge, breaking my grip I had on my dick. "Go ahead, Sam. If you believe I am not worth your time. Take the keys." Taking both her hands, she fondled me. I could feel the pressure again. I was feeling beyond good. I began to moan. "Hmmm. That's what I want to hear..."My arms dropped as I slid against the wall to the ground. "I don't even... know you..." I fidgeted though her massage. I could feel my bladder pressing. A few more spurts had escaped, wetting her hands and my suit. "Please Lynda, I need to pee. I am begging. PLEASE.""Fine, I will allow it, but not without agreeing to my terms." Lynda had let go of me, standing to open the door to the bathroom. "Go ahead, Fisher."I had rushed into the bathroom, releasing the pressure from my bladder. I had moaned, standing there for what seemed to be more than five minutes. It was the greatest five minutes. I must have came a little through the pleasure. Lynda had shut the door behind us, indicating she was watching me the whole time.Tucking myself back into my pants, I tuned to Lynda. "What are your, terms?""Don't pretend you didn't enjoy that, Sam." Lynda smiled, feeling the bulge through my suit. "I saw you cum. No man can deny that pleasure." She continued rubbing. "You have been so submissive to me, Fisher. I want to.. reward you." Her lips met mine. "There are two paths I present to you... We can rather have fun.. or.. you can walk through that door, never speaking to me again. You have my word that your secret is safe with me."I brushed passed her, reaching for the door. I could have walked away. I could have just continued with life and act like this never happened. I stopped myself, locking the door. "Rather if I am going to regret this or not..." I spun Lynda around, now kissing her. "I know there won't be another chance for a man my age.""You're lying to yourself, Fisher. You're very attractive for your age." Lynda continued kissing me. "Let's discuss the terms." She forced me to the ground. I didn't hold her back. For once, I didn't feel pressured into our situation."Feel me, Sam. Let me feel your hands." I groped her body, gingerly feeling her soft skin. "I'm getting desperate. Been wait since you departed on your mission." I could feel my own bladder filling up again. "I need to pee, Sam. And I am to allow you. I will submit to anything you command."She sat straight up on me as I made my way to her pussy. As my fingers slipped inside her, I could feel she was beyond wet. Lynda gave out a small moan. Her whole body was aching. "Why don't you pee?" I asked her. "It can be dam-"Lynda had leaned in, kissing me. "Shut up, Fisher." My dick had throbbed. Every inch of my body was screaming to give her everything. We had more than one encounter, but my body was already ignoring the repulsion. She was willing to have every.. inch.. "What are you willing to place me through, Master?"I was in full command. As much as I knew the dangers of holding, this was going to be a new experience. There was a grin across my face as I took my fingers out of her pussy. "Very well. You aren't to release until I tell you. I will have you experience EVERYTHING you placed me through."I was now on top. I could see her delicate eyes staring upon me. Lynda wasn't lying. She was allowing me to see a more gentle side. "Don't hold back on me, Sam Fisher." Making out with her was beyond my main desire, but I was getting harder with every moan she gave. I rubbed her pussy more as she squirmed. "MMMmmm Sam.." She moaned, trying to cross her legs. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all."A warm spot. Lynda had peed a little, quickly trying to stop her stream. "I know your willpower, Lynda. Now hold it." She obeyed my command. My hand was trapped as she crossed her legs. "Good Girl." Being in power finally gave me the upper hand. Speaking of hands, the right one that was trapped in between her legs now moved deeper within her pussy.I could feel Lynda trembling. "Your hands feel so good, Sam." Her moaning got louder as I moved faster. I could feel her needing to release again, but she was a trooper; holding herself back. "I'm going to cum. I just.. can't...""No, Lynda." I commanded. "Hold it in." I was feeling warm pee drenching my fingers. I got deeper, blocking off her option. I could heard her call my name through her moans. She was going to start crying if I didn't allow her release. I was feeling terrible, but if this is what she wanted... I was going to proceed."Sam.." Lynda's breathing got faster, deeper. Her legs got tighter. I was forced to stop moving. I tempted to get her mind off the pain as I had kissed her."Do you want me to tell you a secret?" I whispered into her left ear. "I need to pee again." My statement must have turned her on as she smiled."Do you want to release?" Her question was permission. She slipped her hand into my stealth suit again. groping my dick. With one hand, unzipping my suit and taking it, she had started thrusting. Are you kidding me. I thought. You're just dying to have me. A shiver chilled down my spine. I released, allowing a second stream.Lynda didn't move much as she had felt my pee run down her arm. This made her tighten her legs even more. I had never realized how great the second release truly felt. I gave a soft moan, but I could also hear her, but hers was more pain filled. "Lynda. Pee. You are just..""Just a little longer." Her cries of begging were hungry.I wasn't going to allow this. "No Lynda. Pee." This was an order.My right hand got flooded as Lynda had released her stream. I was getting hard as she moaned through her release. I had continued fingering inside of her as she finished. "That felt amazing." She responded as her own breath was playing catch up.Laying next to her, I had laughed. "Dinner. On me... Thursday.. how about 8 PM?" Maybe then we can work at a normal "working" relationship. No more of these awkward meetings. |
There is nothing worse than being desperate to pee when in a bus with two million people after a camping trip.
Okay, maybe not two million. But still, Callum knows that being in a bus with his campmates with his situation is really bad.
He's been holding his pee for a little over an hour now, and his need has steadily increased to the point where he just can't stop fidgeting. He bites his nails and squirms in his seat, trying to alleviate the need to release his bladder. His thighs are trembling and he squeezes his muscles constantly.
He can hold it though. He's a sixteen year old teenage boy - he has to hold it.
"Are you okay?" Callum hears someone say, and he flinches. "Woah dude, chill." It's Liam, one of the young camp counselors. "You don't look so good."
"I'm fine," Callum squeaks, willing his legs to stop trembling. He doesn't want to seem weak in front of Liam, he's 19. "My stomach just hurts a little." That's not a complete lie. His abdomen is throbbing and aching and all Callum wants to do is pee, goddammit.
"Whatever you say, Cal." Liam says, popping a piece of gum into his mouth.
Callum curls in on himself and puts his earphones in, hoping that the sound of music in his ears is enough to get him to fall asleep and lessen the desperation even just for a little while.
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When Callum wakes up, he notices two things.
One, his need to pee has worsened, and he finds himself discreetly squeezing his crotch -
And two, the bus has stopped moving.
His breathing rate increases. "Liam?" He squeaks, removing his hand from his crotch and tapping his shoulder. "What's going on?"
"There was an accident a few miles away. A bus kinda toppled over, so now the streets are blocked." Liam replies, looking at his phone.
Oh no, Callum thinks. This is not good. This is not good at all. He looks out the window, and sure enough, there are piles and piles of cars in front and behind the bus, and they're stuck on the middle of the highway. Even if Callum decided to man up and tell the driver to pull over, he wouldn't be able to. He had no options. He had to hold it in.
"Dude, you're like, really pale," Liam says, rubbing Callum's back. "Do you feel sick? Do you need a plastic bag or something?"
"No," Callum manages to gasp out, squirming heavily. He feels himself leak a little and tears well up in his eyes a bit. He knows he has to tell someone soon. "I just - I just really really really need to pee like I've been holding it for so long and I feel like I'm gonna pee my pants and I'm so embarrassed and-"
"Hey!" Liam continues rubbing Callum's back. "You're okay. Just breathe."
He does. He breathes heavily for a minute before a huge wave of desperation hits him and he is forced to double over and squeeze his crotch with both of his hands. He leaks a bit more and looks at Liam with wide, tearful eyes. "Liam I really need to bathroom," he says (as if it wasn't obvious enough). "Please please please do something I don't wanna have an accident-"
"Okay. Breathe." Liam repeats, trying to calm him down. "Can you hold it?"
"Not for much longer," Callum whimpers, trying to stop himself from leaking any more.
"I'm going to talk to the driver, okay?" Liam asks, and Callum nods.
While Liam talks to the driver, Callum does the most animated "potty dance" in his seat. He crosses his legs, squeezes his thighs, then crosses them the other way. He squirms and digs his lower body in his seat while bouncing his legs up and down. His hands are permanently squeezing his crotch, and the tears in his eyes threaten to spill over. He feels mortified, and all he's focused on is getting to a toilet. And fast.
"Cal?"
Callum's head snaps up and he find himself looking at Liam's disappointed face. "There's really nothing he can do," he says, rubbing the back of his head. "There are no places to pull over. But the traffic is speeding up, and we'll be back in around twenty to thirty minutes. Do you think you can make it?"
Callum nods, trying to preserve some of his dignity, but to be completely honest, he's not even sure if he'll make it in five minutes.
"Okay, you're okay kiddo. Try to distract yourself." Liam says.
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Ten minutes later, Callum is more desperate than ever. He can't stop fidgeting and shaking and whimpering and squirming and oh god he's so embarrassed. He's glad he's seated at the back, but he doesn't think he can handle this anymore. "Liam I need the bathroom," he keeps whispering.
"I know, kiddo. I know." Liam doesn't know what to do at this point honestly - he feels bad for Callum. He rubs his back, trying to calm him down. He keeps comforting him until fifteen minutes later, he feels the bus begin to slow down.
"Cal, we're at a gas station. Can you stand?" Liam asks softly.
Callum looks up, his eyes shiny and wide. His hands are in between his legs and he slowly shakes his head. "I think I'm gonna have an accident." He whimpers.
"Shh, it's okay. C'mere," Liam offers his help by helping him stand up and Callum removes one hand from his pants and ties his jacket around his waist.
They rush out of the bus (Callum waddles) as quick as they can, avoiding the knowing glares from the other kids on the bus. Callum stops occasionally to cross his legs, and Liam gets a sick feeling in his stomach because Callum might not make it.
Liam's right.
Callum stumbles on his own feet roughly thirty seconds after, and he doesn't get up. Liam rushes over to him, and he already hears the loud sound of a sixteen year old's bladder being released and the sound of gasps coming from the kids who are watching them.
Callum feels humiliated. His jeans are beginning to chafe and he hasn't even stopped going - his bladder is screaming for relief and it hurts. 2 minutes later, his stream slows down, then it stops - and Callum promptly bursts into tears.
"Get inside. All of you." He hears the other camp counselors say to his campmates and Callum wants to throw up. He feels a hand rub his shoulder and he cries even more, embarrassed beyond anything.
"Shh, you're okay, Cal. Just breathe. One of the other counselors is getting your clothes, okay? Don't worry. You'll be fine." Liam continues to say soothing words to the distraught teen until his sobs begin to subside into small whimpers and sniffles.
"'M wet," Callum mumbles, voice shaky. Liam lifts him up from under his armpits and places his arm around him.
"Let's go to the bathroom."
They do. Callum's jacket and entire lower body is soaked - so when the other counselor brings his bags in, he has to change everything. Even his shirt got kinda wet.
After he changes, they go out. He honestly feels completely mortified. He feels like he's never going to live this down, he's a high schooler, for crying out loud. He sees the bus and barely registers the tears running down his cheeks and the arms around him again.
"Callum, breathe, please? You need to calm down. Don't worry, okay? No one's gonna laugh at you. It's not your fault." Liam rubs his arm, trying to get his breathing steady. "It's okay."
Callum nods. He gets back on the bus and sleeps the rest of the way back, his head on Liam's shoulder.
He feels absolutely humiliated, but he realizes that this situation could've been worse without any help.
He feels okay after that.
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hey there this is my first time ever writing omo fics so pls be gentle :):):) |
CHAPTER TWO
trigger warnings for panic attacks + anxiety. it's not very graphic, but it's always good to be prepared! feedback is appreciated (:
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The first thing Callum does when he gets home is shower.
He tiptoes up the stairs, grabs a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt, and quickly locks himself in the bathroom.
He spends around half an hour under the warm spray, trying to get the humiliating events that happened earlier in the day out of his mind. His thoughts are disrupted when he hears a soft knock on the door.
"Cal, is that you?" he hears his mother ask.
"Uh, yes mom, I'm coming out in a bit." he mumbles, turning off the shower spray and grabbing a towel off the rack. His abdomen hurts a lot and he doesn't know what to do to make the pain go away.
"Hi kiddo," his mother, Jamie, says. "How was camp?" she asks, and Callum's blood runs cold.
He doesn't know how to tell her that he pissed his pants on the way back.
"It was good. It was um, fun, I guess."
"Did you meet anybody?"
"Yeah," Callum says, fiddling with his thumbs. "I met lots of people."
"So does that mean we'll be seeing new faces around the house? Jamie asks, smiling. Ever since she and her husband had Callum, they've been waiting for him to open up to having new friends. He was always such a nervous child and she didn't know why.
He stiffens before shrugging. "M'not sure." He didn't really have much friends. For some reason, he would clam up every time somebody new would try to talk to him unless they approached him without any intimidation. "I don't know."
Jamie sighs and rubs his back."Cal, you're sixteen. It's unhealthy for you to be this introverted. Do you wanna talk about anything?"
Callum flinches a bit - he doesn't really know how to explain it to his mom. He loves her a lot, but he feels absolutely embarrassed because what kind of teenager can't make friends? He feels tears begin to well up in his eyes and he swallows thickly to keep them down.
"What's wrong, Cal?"
"Nothing," he sighs, rubbing his stomach. It hurts and aches from all the holding he did earlier and he feels so stressed out and upset and angry at himself and he just wants to go to sleep and not wake up for ten years. "I'm just tired - can I go to bed now?"
Jamie is not convinced - but she knows that Callum isn't gonna open up. She and her husband are already considering taking him to a doctor or a counselor just to see what's going on with the quiet and extremely shy sixteen year old boy. She sighs and pulls him in for a hug. "I love you, Cal. Don't be afraid to talk to me or dad when he comes back from his business tri[ - you can talk to us about anything, okay?"
"Okay."
When his mom shuts the door, Callum collapses on his bed and tries to take deep breaths. He feels so upset and humiliated and mortified and his stomach hurts and he just feels bad. He closes his eyes and rolls over, holding and rubbing his abdomen as he tries to fall asleep.
He does.
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He wakes up in the middle of the night feeling disoriented and uncomfortable. He tries to sit up to check the time and when he does, he freezes. He slowly lifts his navy blue blanket up to pray that something just spilled, but he's wrong again because he actually wet the bed.
This time, Callum can't hold back the tears.
What is going on with me? Callum thinks as he cries into his hands, feeling degraded and upset with himself. He's been so stressed over school and his anxiety and apparently, it decided to take a toll on his mind and body as well, and now he's understanding the consequences.
His breathing hitches and increases and his head starts to feel light and he knows that something is wrong. His relaxed facade begin to falter and he can't find enough oxygen and by this point, he's terrified, and he ends up stumbling to his parents' room to find comfort there despite his very very damp lower body.
"Mom," he wheezes, tears falling down his face, his hands shaking - his mom jumps out of bed almost automatically and she is immediately by his side, holding him.
"Shh, baby, you're okay," his mom says, rubbing his back. "Try to steady your breathing, alright? You're having a panic attack, and that's okay because it happens, and you're not alone. Try to take deep breaths, okay?"
Callum shakes his head and buries himself into his mom's body. He can't breathe - what's happening?
"Callum, look at me and try to copy my breathing," she says, grabbing his hand and placing it over her heart. "Breathe. One, two..."
It takes a while, but eventually, his panic starts to fade away, and he's left with the sheer humiliation of wet pants that smell strongly of urine.
"C'mere, honey." Callum stands up and follows his mom into the bathroom, where she begins to fill up the tub. He undresses and slips in and his mom leaves the room to give him privacy. When she comes back in, she's carrying an extra pair of pajamas, a towel, and hot cocoa. He's still a bit shaky, his energy drained. Jamie can't help but notice that he looks just like a little kid.
"Let's go back to bed."
Callum looks up and shakes his head. He doesn't want to wet the bed again. He's sixteen.
"Cal, You have to sleep. Wanna sleep in my room?"
This time, he nods. He feels heat rush up to his cheeks, but he does his best to ignore it - he feels vulnerable and upset and he needs company right now. He slowly lays down on one side of the bed, and his mother lays down beside him, giving him a quick embrace.
When Callum falls asleep, his mother dials the number of his father.
"Mark, I think his anxiety is getting worse," Jamie mumbles. "He wet the bed - he's clearly stressed about something, but he doesn't want to tell me anything. Should we arrange for a therapist soon?"
Jamie listens to her husband give advice and she starts collecting numbers for counselors and doctors to come help her kid. Hopefully, his wetting the bed will be a one time thing.
But things are never that simple.
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CHAPTER FOUR
sorry it took so long. reviews are appreciated! (: xx
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"And how are you feeling today, Callum?"
Callum blinks slowly and looks back up. He sees an elderly lady staring at him with kind eyes, and he blinks again. Oh, that's right. He's in a therapist's office.
"Callum?"
"Sorry," he croaks out, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "Okay, I guess. Tired."
"From what?" His therapist - Doctor Jane - asks softly, no judgement in her voice.
"Everything. I don't know. I just, can't seem to deal with anything right," he mumbles.
"People have different ways of dealing with things, Callum. Sometimes, the stress affects our bodies as well, do you know what I mean?"
Callum's face blushes a bright red. Of course he knows what she means! He hasn't had a dry night in weeks, and his panic attacks are becoming more constant. School is so stressful and Liam's constant concern makes him feel inferior even though he knows it shouldn't. He feels like shit.
Doctor Jane sighs. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, okay? But it'll help. And the products I recommended to your parents work really well, trust me."
Callum looks up and knows that she's talking about diapers and he should be embarrassed, but for some reason, he trusts her. She gives off a very trustworthy vibe and he really really wants to open up, but he won't allow himself, even though his parents told her about the bedwetting and the anxiety and everything. He's too much of a burden, anyway. He just nods and fiddles with the bottom of his sweater, biting his bottom lip.
They continue their session (Callum listens as she talks, mostly. She gives him really good advice, but he's still ashamed and wary of the whole situation so he just nods and stays silent at some points.) and they talk about completely random things to take Callum's mind of the stress, and he has to admit, it works a bit. Doctor Jane is very sweet and kind, and he feels at ease when he's with her, but he still feels terrible and stressed. His head hurts and he hasn't had a proper rest in weeks and it makes him want to cry about almost everything.
Eventually, their session ends and the part Callum dreads to most approaches. His parents thank Doctor Jane and hug him, then they're off to a drugstore to buy a bunch of "incontinence products," but he knows that they're really diapers. As if his ego wasn't bruised enough, right? He feels horrible, so he doesn't move from his seat in the car when they stop in front of the store.
"We're here, sweetie." his mom Jamie says quietly, while his dad turns off the car engine. "Come on."
Callum shakes his head and crosses his arms. He is not going down. Not when he's about to buy diapers since he can't even control his own bladder. "No thanks." He says stiffly, anger seeping through his tone. He can't do this.
His dad sighs. "Bud, don't do this please. We're doing this to help."
Callum shakes his head again and he tries to blink away the frustrated tears threatening to fall. He blinks quickly, but a few tears slip out and he hates himself a lot.
"Cal," his mom sighs, embracing him. He protests for a moment before laying his head on her shoulder, completely overwhelmed. He cries quietly, feeling bad about himself as his mom whispers comforting things in his ear. "You know nobody's going to judge you, right sweetie? You can't control it. It's not your fault."
He doesn't know how long he cries - it could be minutes or hours - but he eventually pulls away and wipes his eyes with the sleeves of his sweater. He doesn't know how he's gonna survive this trip, but it's now or never. He takes a deep breath and unbuckles his seatbelt before climbing out of the car and hiding behind his dad and as they quietly enter the drugstore and head to the incontinence section, his stomach starts to hurt.
"What's your size, bud?" Mark asks, and Callum shrugs. "Small or medium?" He shrugs again and his parents sigh once more. They've been doing that a lot lately.
"Need any help?" A worker asks, and Callum hides his burning face in his dad's back, wanting the world to swallow him up when his dad nods and asks what size Callum would be.
"I think he's a small," the pretty worker says, shooting Callum a reassuring smile. "Is this for daytime or nighttime?" She asks.
"Nighttime," his mom replies and Callum quietly asks his dad for the keys. When he gives them to him, he climbs in the car and covers his ears, taking deep breaths. He doesn't want to have another panic attack but he feels so overwhelmed so he lays down, closing his eyes. His parents come back shortly after and place the bag in the back of the car. His mom stays in the back with Callum, running her hand through his hair as he dozes off on the way home.
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They have dinner in uncomfortable silence, none of them knowing what to say. Mark coughs awkwardly a few times, and Callum just picks at his chicken, too exhausted to eat. Thankfully, dinner is uneventful and soon Callum finds himself freshly showered with a towel around his waist, staring at the pack of GoodNites on his bed.
He takes deep breaths, wiping his red-rimmed eyes again. Things were never this hard. He used to just put on boxers and sweats and go to sleep, but now he has these - these things he needs to wear and his head and stomach have been bothering him for the longest time and he wants his parents. He dresses up quickly, ignoring the uncomfortable padding, and stumbles into their room and crawls in between them, covering his face with a pillow. Luckily, they don't say anything. His mom adjusts the GoodNite and rubs his back to try to get him to fall asleep - which he does in a few minutes, too emotionally shot to care that he's being treated like a fragile item. He needs the comfort right now, and he wants to stay home for another week, but he knows he can't. He skipped too many days of school, and he's dreading going back.
He hopes and prays for everything to go well the next day, wanting his life to become a little more bearable. |
Title: Accident
Characters: Brian and Jimmy from Avenged Sevenfold
Note: Hey everyone! This is the first time I ever post one of my own fanfiction :) I also have to warn you that english is NOT my first language so I think that the story is not going to have many replies. Anyways, I hope you will enjoy this (even if it contains a lot of wrong things ^^') I love A7X and I have so much love for Jimmy (who's probably looking at me from heaven and being embarrassed as hell xD) R.I.P Jimmy <3
We were in in my best friend's car, heading to drop me to my house. No longer after we headed the road, I suddenly felt a need to pee.
"How long 'til we get to my house?" I asked, looking at my friend who was driving.
"I don't know, man. We'll probably be there in like...thirty minutes." Brian told me. I hoped I could make it. I closed my eyes and tried to think at other things than my problem but obviously, the little pressure below my waist was always there to remind me that I had to go to the bathroom. The pressure increased with every minutes. How the fuck am I supposed to hold it for thirty fucking minutes?! When I felt a wave of pain hit my bladder, I understood then that it was almost impossible for me to make it. I crossed my legs and let out a shaky sight.
"You okay Jimmy?" Brian gave me a worried look but I told him I was fine despite the pain. A few minutes passed and the pressure was more and more painful.
"H-How long now?" I asked, keeping my legs crossed tightly together.
"About ten minutes. I'm worried for you, man. What's wrong?"
"I...I need to pee so fucking bad Bri. I forgot to go before we head the road." I replied and put my hands on my crotch as another wave of pain hit me. Obviously, Brian started laughing at me.
"It's not funny!" I tried to sound serious but my friend just kept laughing at my condition.
"Fuck you Brian." I shouted angrily at him as he stopped laughing to concentrate on the road.
"Are you gonna make it?" He asked with a smirk. To tell the truth, I wasn't sure. The pressure on my bladder was more and more intense and the ten minutes were passing so slow. I squeezed my private parts harder, to keep me from peeing all over Brian's passenger seat.
"I...don't know..." I moaned. I needed to release myself so bad.
"Don't you dare to ruin my seat or I'll kick your ass out of my car and you'll have to walk the rest of the path in your own pee." He warned me. I kept a hard grip on myself and moaned when the pain began to be insuportable. Brian could clearly see that I was sweating a little. A single little spurt of pee esacped into my boxers as Brian's car went in a hole on the road. I felt the tears filled my eyes and I gulped hard, knowing that I had a now tiny chance to make it.
"Can you go faster?!" I half screamed and half moaned.
"I can't go any faster, Jimmy. I'm at the fucking limit." He replied and I moaned in frustration. I bounced up and down on my seat while I squeezed myself hard.
"We're almost there." Brian told me as he recognised the few houses of my neighborhood. That didn't helped me to feel better at all. Silent tears went down on my cheeks as I bite my lower lip hard. When he pulled in my driveway, he quickly took the key of my house that he had on his own key chain and hurried himself to open the front door. He turned around to see that I was always squirming in his car.
"Why don't you hurry and get the fuck out?" He shouted from where he was.
"I-I can't!" I replied in panic when I undid my seat belt, opened the door and tried to get up.
"What do you mean you can't?" My friend walked toward me.
"I'm pretty sure that if I get out of te car, I'm just gonna lose it..." Another tear ran down my cheek.
"Here, let me help you." He took my right arm, placed it around his shoulders, placed a hand on my back and the other one on the back of my legs. Brian lifted me carefully. But as soon as I was lifted up, a couple of spurts of pee escaped from my manhood.
"Oh god, Brian..." I moaned and took my crotch with my free hand. Brian walked and climbed the stairs as fast as he could. We entered the house and Brian closed the door behind him with his foot. The nearest bathroom was unfortunatly upstairs. "Dammit...I can't make it." I whispered as Brian began to climb the stairs.
"Don't say that! You can make it." He almost carried me all the way to the nearest bathroom but more and more spurts were coming out of me. I let the tears coming out when I'd lost it all, right in front of the bathroom. My pee had soaked my jeans completely. Brian was always holding me when I released the pressure from my bladder. I was still crying in my friend's arms. I was also blushing violently, wanting to dissapear.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered when I finished.
"It's okay, Jimmy. I'm not mad at all." Brian replied and let me stand back up on my feet.
"I'll go change myself..." I said, looking at my soaked pants and at the puddle of pee at my feet. Brian nodded and waited outside of my bedroom. I came back with dry boxers and pants. We cleaned the mess and Brian held out his hand and wipped a tear on my cheek. I couldn't help it but smile at the sweet gesture. Next thing I knew was that Brian was holding his hand and led me downstairs. We sat on the couch and Brian spoke softly-
"Don't be mad at yourself Jimmy."
"I know but...I feel fucking terrible. I'm so sorry." I apologised. He gave me a big hug and told me that it was just an accident and that could happen to anybody.
"Are you going to tell the guys about it?" I asked, but already knew that he would tell the others and laugh at me.
"Of course not!" His answer comforted me and made me feel a little less embarassing. Brian was stroking my hair slowly as we talked about the next tour for a few minutes before I fell asleep in Brian's strong arms. |
The story, that I'm now going to tell you, is based on a fantasy, that I've had since I was about thirteen years old. It's no doubt inspired by the many stories my great-grandfather, Papa Pierre, told me, when I was a child. Papa Pierre was a Professeur of Anthropology and Ethnography at Université de Paris (Sorbonne), and he had been travelling all over the world. Most of all I loved, when he told about his expeditions in South America, especially the Andes and the Amazonas. Sometimes he showed me strange and fantasy stimulating objects, which he'd found on his travels.
Those objects combined with Papa Pierre's stories about supernatural phenomena, told him by curanderos, ayahuasqueros, the Yatiri (different kinds of shamanship) really fascinated me. I indulged in fancies about magic power of those objects and the witchcraft I would perform with them. At about the age of thirteen I began to develop one fantasy in particular. The Magic Whistle. And given this back-ground I'm ready to tell the story (maybe stories...) about
MANON AND THE MAGIC WHISTLE.
I am now going to tell you a story, in which a girl, who answered to the mame of Manon, is the heroine. One meaning of her name is "little rebel", and believe me, she was just that! She was small, just barely taller than one and a half metre, and very cute. She wore her dark-brown hair rather short. One reason for that was, that she liked to sometimes dress and act as a boy. Although she actually was fifteen years old; when she dressed herself as a boy, she looked no older than twelve. And, as her breasts were rather small, there was no risk of them giving her away as long, as they were properly covered by a shirt.
Manon was born in France and lived there for her first thirteen years. Her parents were very broad-minded, and she was allowed to do almost everything she liked to do. Sometimes she was very girlish, and played with her dolls and her girl friends. Other times she liked to play with boys. Especially she loved to play football (soccer). As there were no girls' teams, where she lived, she played with the boys. She was good enough to qualify for a boys' team.
When she was thirteen, her parents died in a car accident. It was decided, that she would move to her mother's ten years younger sister, Anouk, who lived in Stockholm, Sweden. Anouk's much older husband was a professor of Archaeology at the University of Uppsala. Now they were divorced, and Manon's aunt had moved to Stockholm, where she lived alone and worked as a secretary at the French Embassy. The embassy had provided her with a rather large flat, and she had plenty room for Manon. Manon had visited her together with her parents many times and was very fond of her aunt, who was only twelve years older than she was. Manon began in a school for the children of the embassy staff. Anouk had also arranged for her to learn Swedish by a private teacher.
When the story begins, Manon is fifteen years old. After two years in Sweden, Manon spoke Swedish fluently, but with a distinct French accent, which most people found very cute. And as soon as her Swedish had been good enough, she'd moved to a Swedish school.She was a lively and outgoing girl, and very soon she got many friends, some of them very close. She still played football, now in a girls' team.
But even if she normally was very free-spoken, she had two secrets. The first one was, that she the last year had been aware of, that she was homosexual. She hadn't yet been with a girl. Neither had she been with a boy. Once a boy had tried to kiss her, but she'd kicked his shin very hard, and that was the end of that.
The other secret was, that she liked to wet herself. It started, when she'd moved to Sweden. At first she felt very lonely. She used to go for long walks alone in the big park Djurgården. One day she felt a need to pee. It was a rather urgent need, but she was confident, that she would make it to home. And her need really got more diffuse, as she walked on. And so she thought no more of it. Until suddenly she began to pee. She didn't feel any sign at all of what was coming. She just began to wet her panties while she was walking. She halted and tried to stop the pee stream, but she didn't manage to do it. Instead the stream got much stronger and gushed down between her legs and splashed on the ground. She lifted her skirt so it wouldn't get wet. She looked down. She was so embarrassed. She raised her skirt a bit more and saw how her pee was flowing through her pink cotton panties. Suddenly she got aware of a strange but not unpleasant feeling down there. Her pee was so hot and it spread around her mimsy before it forced its way through her panties. Little Manon began to pant. She moaned a little.
She heard a rustle from the footpath. She looked up. Only a couple of metres from her there was a woman standing. She stared at Manon, but when she saw, that Manon looked at her, she turned around and went away. Manon, still peeing, looked after the woman, who had seen her wetting herself like a baby girl. She was so embarrassed! She was thirteen years old and was peeing in her panties! But at the same time, she was getting even more aroused. She looked around. She didn't see anyone, only the back of the woman, who had caught her. Slowly she parted her legs and put one hand on her wet panties. It felt so thrilling! The last drops trickled between her fingers. She moved her hand and felt a stiff knob quivering against her soaked panties. It was her clit! She looked down and removed her hand. Her clit was shown as a bump on her panties! She pinched it with two fingers. She winced! It was such a strong feeling! She rubbed it gently. Her knees got weak. She took a couple of steps and sat down on the grass. With her legs widely spread, she pressed her panties in to her pussy with one finger. She moved the finger. With her other hand she was still caressing her clit. She groaned loudly! She'd masturbated many times before, but never had she felt anything so wonderful!
And never had she experienced such an earthbraking orgasm before! Luckily no one was near her, because now she was moaning loudly!
Afterwards the little, skinny girl was lying on her back, still panting, and looking at the clouds. Until she realized, that she was lying on the grass with her legs spread out, showing her wet panties in a public park! Quickly she stood up and smoothed out her skirt, and then examined it. Luckily there were only a few wet spots, but they were barely visible. She began to walk home. She felt hilarious, but at the same time still very embarrassed. Not in a bad way though. Her embarrassment kind of aroused her... Several times on her way home she couldn't resist to put her hand under her skirt to feel her wet panties.
At home she went to the bathroom and undressed. She put her clothes on a bench except for her panties, which she threw in the handbasin, thinking she would rinse them before she put them in to the washing mashine. After the shower she brought her clothes with her and went to her room.
An hour later Anouk knocked on her door and went in.
"I found your panties in the handbasin. I'm going to wash some clothes now, do you want me to throw them in too?"
Manon startled! No, no, no! She'd forgotten her panties! And Anouk had found them... Anouk knew, that she'd wetted herself. It was so humiliating! She began to cry.
"Don't cry, Manon! You've wetted yourself, so what? Sometimes it happens even to grown-ups."
She sat down on the bed beside Manon, and put her arm around the little, crying girl. She kissed her on her forehead and left the room. She didn't tell Manon, that she'd noticed more than one kind of fluid inside her panties. A more sticky kind...
The days that followed Manon was thinking a lot about her wetting accident. As a matter of fact it totally absorbed her mind. It had been embarrassing, yes, but she more and more realized, that it also had been a very pleasant experience. It had made her so very aroused! She came to know, that she had to do it again. This time on purpose. The thought thrilled her so much, that she the whole days was in a state of sexual arousal. Sometimes so overwhelming, that she during the school day had to visit the toilet between the lessons. She sat there and stroke herself over her panties until she got off.
One day she wasn't able to stop herself. She was walking through a park on her way from school, when she felt, that she needed to pee. She thought: Now or never! She wanted so much to wet herself. The feeling made her tremble. She looked around, there was nobody in sight. She was wearing a short, pleated, blue skirt and underneath it light-blue cotton panties. To be more sure, that it wouldn't splash pee on it, she rolled up the waist of her skirt a couple of turns. She went behind some bushes, parted her legs and waited.
Nothing! Nothing happened. She tried to push out the pee. But with no success. And yet she was by now desperate to pee. She tried and tried. Eventually she gave up. Maybe she would manage to do it, if she waited a little. She began to walk around in the park, feeling more and more desperate to pee. But when she tried again to stop behind a bush to pee, she failed. She began to walk again.
And suddenly, while walking slowly on the park way, she began to wet herself! She stopped and parted her legs quickly. A strong stream forced through her panties and splashed on the ground between her feet. Oh, what a bliss! She hoped, that nobody would come and see her, because she felt, that it wouldn't be possible to stop her pee cascade. It went on for ever and ever! Her knees got weak, she could hardly stand straight up, and her head got empty and felt hollow.
When she'd emptied the last drops from her bladder, she stumbled aside from the parkway and sat down on the lawn. Her legs wasn't able to carry her anymore. She panted heavily, feeling very aroused, almost to the limit of unconsciousness. She heard a voice:
"How are you? Are you ill?"
Manon looked up. Leaning over her stood a young woman. Manon was still panting. She wasn't quite sure, why that woman was standing there and asking her questions. She wanted to be alone. She felt so good. But Manon was a well-mannered girl and thought she should give a polite answer.
"I'm very well, thankyou very much! And I'm not at all ill. I feel terrific!"
"But, dear, you've peed yourself, there's a big puddle on the parkway, and your panties are soaked! You can't sit here, where anyone could see you!"
Her words suddenly got Manon aware of her situation. Her face turned red. She was sitting on the lawn, her skirt around her waist, her legs spread out, and she was showing her pee-wet panties. She began to cry.
"So, so... It's not the end of the world!" The woman spoke softly. "An accident could happen to anyone."
She opened her handbag and took out a package of paper tissues. She bent down and handed Manon some tissues.
"Please, stand up and let's see, if your skirt has gotten wet anywhere. And use these to wipe your legs! By the way, my name is Ann!"
"Manon", Manon whispered. She stood up, and Ann examined her skirt.
"That was lucky, there's only a tiny little spot on the back of your skirt. No one will notice it and anyway it'll soon dry. Now, wipe you legs." She held out the package of tissues. "Take as many you need! And don't forget to wipe between your legs too... I'll turn my back until you're finished!"
When Manon was finished, Ann turned to her and gave her a friendly smile.
"Cheer up now, no one but the two of us would never know about your little accident! Hurry up home, it's not healthy to wear those wet panties for too long!"
With her cheeks blushing hot red Manon ran away. After a couple of hundred meters she slowed down. The meeting with Ann had made her very embarrassed, although she was very grateful to her, having been so kind and helpful. But now she began to feel the arousement from her wetting. Thinking of what had happened, also the embarrassment of being caught, made her pussy start twitching again! It was such a nice feeling, that she began to giggle! She left the parkway and sneaked in behind a shrubbery. She looked very carefully around. Not a single soul in sight!
She hitched up her skirt and looked down at her panties. Oh, holy shit! They were so soaked! She bent down and sniffed. There was a strong, but not unpleasant smell of her pee! She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Then she brought them to her nose and sniffed and sniffed! It was almost intoxicating! I wonder, how it tastes, she whispered to herself and laughed; she felt so naughty! She hesitated for a couple of seconds, but then she opened her mouth and put the pee wet panty crotch into it. Giggling, she began to suck. Oh, it tasted absolutely as wonderful as it smelled! A little like salty pea nuts, only so much better!
Sucking on her panties, she put a finger into her mimsy. Gosh, it was so wet, a mix of pee and her pussy juices! Sucking and fingering she very quickly reached such an overwhelming orgasm, that she fell flat on her bottom! Sitting on the lawn she rubbed her swollen mimsy furiously! She didn't stop before her fourth earthbreaking orgasm had ebbed out. Panting and with hazy eyes she had a big, contented grin on her red and sweaty face.
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In the next instalment Manon finds the Magic Whistle, and begins to learn how to make use of it. I'll tell you, that whistle is for sure pure magic! |
At long last, this is our new omorashi story. As before, Kii-chan wrote an original draft in Japanese, which I translated into English, adding unnecessary comments as I saw fit.
Chapter 1
Contains brief female masturbation, and urination from orgasm.
Ishikawa Ai was an exceptionally beautiful lady. If she met herself, she'd want to be her own girlfriend. Unfortunately, she currently was her own girlfriend, since she had now been single for a year, and she often found herself alone in the evenings wishing that she had the company of another pretty lady who liked other pretty ladies. She had tried to find someone at first, but after several mismatches she had settled for being alone, at least for now.
When her friend Haruko had called her and asked if she wanted to meet a lady, Noda Yuki, she had been reluctant at first. She knew how these dates went. She would arrive, then her date would be awed by her body and would gaze lustfully at her all evening as she more or less slowly decided that this was not to be the wonderful romance she'd dreamed of the day before. Then she would tell her partner that it had been a fine evening, but she didn't really want to meet again, and go home and cry. She said she was not interested, but Haruko insisted that she'd like this lady, and offered to invite her to participate in a video chat involving her, her prospective partner Yuki, Haruko and her husband and Ai's dear friend and colleague, Kei. Not expecting much, she accepted.
The screen was divided in 2, 1 half showing Kei and Haruko and the other half showing Yuki. Kei was a tall, strong and very handsome young man, unusually hirsute for someone of his race. His skin was dark yellow, his eyes were brown, and his hair was short and black. Haruko was a very slender and beautiful young lady, sitting beside Kei on their bed. Her skin was lighter yellow, but, like Kei's, her eyes were brown and her hair was black. She bore more than a passing resemblence to the co-author in both appearance and personality.
Yuki, or at least the half of her that Ai could see on the screen, was quite a sight. Her face alone was pretty enough that Ai felt a little pulse of excitement down below, and her body matched it in beauty. She was slender but curved, with shapely breasts. Her hair was brown, as were her eyes, and her skin was a medium yellow. From the opposite perspective, Ai was an enticing prospect, too – a toned tomboy with as fine a face as any to be seen in Japan, and therefore, the world. Her skin was a little darker from her fondness for outdoor pursuits, and her hair and eyes, like Yuki's, were brown. Though their appearances differed a little, they provoked the same remark from both of them:
“O! She's gorgeous!”
“Thanks, Haruko,” added Yuki.
Haruko and Kei smiled.
Ai was feeling more than a little aroused, and that was making her feel even more awkward than she usually did when talking to pretty ladies whom she didn't know very well. This had the general effect of making her unable to say anything but giggles, and the cheeks on her face blushed red. She wasn't dressed for the occasion, visibly wearing only a sweaty X Japan T-shirt which had not been washed for rather too long and, though Yuki could not see her legs, a short green skirt which also smelled quite strongly of female body odour. Ai felt quite glad that, despite the many advances in computing technology in recent years, internet cables could not yet carry molecules. Yuki was rather more stylish, in a very smart white buttoned shirt without the slightest sweat patches under her arms. Her short black skirt was clean, too, but that was not visible to Ai.
The ladies' rooms matched their clothing in their states of cleanliness. Ai's was a jumbled mess, with martial arts, motorcycling and music equipment piled safely but messily and a large pile of clothes to be washed at an unspecified and most likely distant future time. Piles of police paperwork also cluttered the table and desk. Yuki's, by contrast, was finely ordered, with neat stacks of manga albums and the bed perfectly made. There was a plastic sheet on the tatami mat floor, though Ai did not pay much attention to this. She really had to tidy her room. There were more important things to do now, though – like trying to find something to say to impress this lovely lady...
“Sorry about the mess in my room, I'm a busy lady. And untidy, too.”
Not the best way to impress a lady, but not the worst, either.
“I expected a policewoman's room to be tidier,” replied Yuki, looking a little concerned at the mess, “but that's not the most important thing.”
“I maintain law and order, expect in my house,” said Ai, blushing a little more. Yuki wasn't blushing, which made Ai even more embarrassed.
“It's not a problem,” said Yuki. “I just like to have things neat and tidy. I think it's because I have Asperger syndrome. But if you want to be messy, that's fine.”
Wonderful, thought Ai. I'm speaking to a lady with Asperger syndrome and I'm the one feeling awkward. Now I know why I'm single.
“I'll...tidy up...”
Ai was blushing like a lady who has just wet herself in front of her entire family. Sorry, folks, that's about as close to omorashi as you're going to get for a while.
“It looks like Ai has been overawed by your beauty, Yuki,” said Haruko.
“That's fine. I think it's cute.”
Ai blushed even more, if that is possible. She could subdue violent criminals with ease, but situations like this left her helpless. Maybe she should be checked for Asperger's too.
“So would you like to have a date with me, Ai?”
They had only known each other for fewer than 5 minutes. They had not expressed any shared interests, except the state of each other's bedroom. But Yuki was so gorgeous, and she hadn't had a date in 6 months...
“Yes!” she said, almost shouting. “Yes, I would! I'd love to!”
“Well, that was a success,” said Kei. He and Haruko looked happily at each other.
“Yay!” said Yuki, bouncing in her seat. “Where do you want to go?”
“I know a really nice Sìchuān restaurant,” said Ai, finding her confidence. “Do you like that sort of food?”
“I love it! What's the place called?”
“Huǒlóng. It means “fire dragon” in Chinese.”
“I love eating there! What time?”
“Police hours are a little unsociable. Tomorrow's free, but after that I'm working evening shifts all week.”
“Tomorrow evening, 20:00. How does that sound?”
“Good.”
Ai paused as she thought about what had just happened. She was going on a date with a gorgeous lady who wouldn't complain about the food being too spicy! Even if the relationship didn't work, she'd still have a fine dinner.
“See, Kei,” said Haruko. “I told you they'd like each other.”
“I'd love to see Ai in a happy relationship,” said Kei, “but I don't want to see her suffering when it ends. It makes me so sad.”
“Excuse me, Kei,” said Ai, “but would you mind dearly not discussing my previous failed relationships with my new girlfriend? And you say Haruko has social awareness problems.”
“I'm sorry,” said Kei, “that wasn't appropriate.”
Haruko tutted and waved her finger in mock disapproval.
“Now we've arranged a date,” said Ai, swiftly moving the subject away from the sensitive area, “let's find out more about each other.”
“Like how tall we are, or our mass?” asked Yuki. “I'm 1.65m, and my mass is 50kg.”
Ai laughed. Yuki might be much more confident in discussion, but she'd given away her Asperger's with that statement, if she hadn't admitted it already.
“No, about our lives! Like what we do for a job.”
“O. Well, I'm a graphic designer and manga artist. And you're a police officer, obviously. I've seen you about before, thinking how sexy and brave you are and how wonderful it would be if you were interested in me. But it never felt right to approach you.”
“I think I've seen you before, too. But I had no idea you were gay.”
“People don't usually, until they read my manga.”
Ai made a naughty smile. “Is it yuri?”
“Some of it,” said Yuki. “But not all. Some of my work is very erotic, and has hardcore sex scenes in it. But I like showing all aspects of a relationship, not just the sex. And I like showing sex as a passionate and beautiful thing, not as sordid and dirty as many people do.”
“Sounds wonderful. What series have you drawn?”
“Well, there's Ladies of the Elements.”
“O, you're that Noda Yuki!” said Ai. “I didn't want to assume. I go with Haruko and our other friends to get our copies every month.”
“You're a wonderful artist,” said Haruko.
“If she is actually the artist,” said Kei.
“I knew you'd say that,” said Yuki, before turning her monitor round to reveal next month's issue in the process of creation. After a few seconds, she returned it to its prior position.
“You are a wonderful artist,” said Kei.
“What's going to happen in the next issue?” asked Ai.
“I knew you'd say that too,” said Yuki. “I must be clairvoyant.”
“She won't like to say, in case you spoil it for everyone else,” said Haruko.
“No,” said Yuki, “I don't like to say because I often change things partway through and I really don't want it wrongly spoiled for everyone else. ”
“Well, I'm anticipating it eagerly anyway,” said Ai.
“Good to hear,” said Yuki.
“I'd love to see your studio,” said Haruko. “May I come and visit?”
“Of course! Though I hope that Ai will come and visit after our date tomorrow – or should I say visit and come...”
“I was wondering how long it would be before this turned dirty,” said Kei. “Maybe it would be better if we left these ladies to their business.”
“Sex is not dirty!” said Yuki, clearly annoyed. “It's healthy and fun.”
“I agree,” said Kei. “I make love to my dear Haruko at least twice a week if I can. I was just being figurative.”
“You've been married to me for 7 years,” said Haruko. “You should know by now not to use figurative language around people with Asperger's. Around 2 people with Asperger's, it's antisocial behaviour.”
“I'm sorry, Haruko,” he said, putting his arms around her and stroking her hair.
“It's so cute, how he cuddles Haruko,” said Yuki. “Maybe you'll do the same for me.”
“If this is just going to be oestrogen-drenched sexy chat, I'm leaving,” said Kei.
“It is,” said Yuki. “Are you feeling left out?”
“Well I think it's really cute,” said Haruko, “and I'll stay if you don't mind.”
“Do you mind, Ai?” asked Yuki. Ai blushed.
“No...it's fine...”
“O, look!” said Yuki, giggling. “I was expecting Ai to be so confident, since I've seen her looking so strong on duty. But she's so shy! It's adorable!”
“She hasn't had a relationship for so long now,” said Haruko, “I think she's forgotten the rush of feeling when she meets a pretty lady like you.”
Ai squirmed a little, not from desperation but from pure embarrassment.
“I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm acting like this. I think Haruko's right. Maybe we should stop tonight, and I'll compose myself for our date tomorrow.”
“Aw!” said Yuki. “But this is such fun!”
“Maybe we could play a game,” said Haruko. “We could team up on DOTA 2 or something.”
“That sounds fun,” said Yuki, “but I'd prefer to watch Ai blushing and squirming.”
All this talk of blushing and squirming was making Ai blush and squirm even more.
“I'm sorry,” she said, “I've been overwhelmed with awkwardness. I think I'll tidy my room a bit...or something...”
Yuki and Haruko laughed.
“I thought I was supposed to be the autistic one!” said Yuki. “Honestly, though, if you're really feeling awkward, you can disconnect and we'll only make fun of you a little bit.”
“Maybe she could be an honorary Aspie,” said Haruko.
“I think we like her enough to bestow her with that honour,” said Yuki. “I'm really looking forward to our date. I'm prepared for a...physical evening.” She rubbed her legs in a very suggestive way.
Ai was becoming very aroused, and therefore more embarrassed, though she tried not to show it.
“Actually,” she said, “I'd rather we didn't copulate tomorrow. I prefer to really know someone before I really...know someone.” She paused. “Carnally.”
“We get it, Ai,” said Yuki. “I'm totally clean, you don't need to worry.”
“It's not that, I just prefer to take things slowly.”
“That's fine,” said Yuki, “I know how to have my way with ladies like you. A few drinks down you and you'll be begging for it. Do you drink alcohol?”
“Yes, but not on duty.”
“Could you try to make it sound a little less like you're planning to rape her?” said Kei. “Respect her choices.”
“I'll respect her,” said Yuki. “But she looks fairly aroused now, so who knows what she'll be like after a romantic evening and, as I said, some alcohol.”
Ai's embarrassment leapt to previously unimaginable levels.
“I'm sorry, I really have to go,” she said.
“What, to the toilet?” said Yuki. “We'll wait for you.”
“No, it's just...too awkward.”
“That's fine. Goodnight! Huǒlóng, 20:00. I suggest doing some groin stretching exercises before.”
Ai disconnected. Her heart was beating faster than it would after a 10km run. It felt like that, anyway. She felt so aroused that she was very careful not to climax involuntarily as she stood up from her chair. She felt a powerful urge to masturbate, stronger than any she'd felt in months. She quickly ran to the toilet, pulled up her skirt, tugged down her panties, sat and began work. Her fingers slipped easily through the slime, which had already dampened her panties. It only took a few seconds to reach climax. She convulsed in pleasure, squealing and gushing urine into the toilet. In a brief fantasy, she imagined herself lovingly copulating with Yuki, experiencing purest passion. As she recovered from her moment of madness, she reconsidered her position on first dates and sex. This was different. She knew infatuations often ended badly, but...Yuki was just so gorgeous...She wiped herself clean and stood up. No, she'd be mature. And she really ought to tidy her room. |
Another of my stories, I hope you like it and I am looking forward to your comments.
You can also find this story at https://archiveofourown.org/works/2114457
Summary
What is Blaise Zabini doing with Harry Potter's cloak of invisibility? And who is stealing love potions from Professor Snape's personal stock? Professor Snape has to investigate.
Seduction
Blaise Zabini took a quick look around to make sure no one was watching, then he donned his invisibility cloak. The cloak was actually Potter's, but when he had first seduced the teen, Potter had walked in on their secret meeting wearing it. Blaise had immediately realized its worth and made him give it to him. Potter probably still wondered where the cloak had gone. That was the beauty of Snape's love potions. Once the effect wore off, the victim didn't remember a thing! It was also why Blaise was going to steal some more of them. Of cause he knew perfectly well how to brew a love potion himself, but the amnesia effect he had no clue how to do. He really should have made the Professor tell him.
Blaise quickly walked over to the potion classroom door and pointed his ring at the lock. He gave the ring a half-turn, the lock clicked and the door sprang open. The locksmith's ring was actually a generous donation from Malfoy. Blaise slipped inside and silently closed the door behind him. The classroom lay dark and deserted, only illuminated by the small ray of light that fell through the open door to Snape's study. Blaise sneaked over. The Professor was sitting at his desk, grading papers. Blaise grinned as he walked past him, hardly more than two steps away and yet Professor Snape was completely oblivious to his presence. He went over to the potion rack on the other side of the room and quickly skimmed over the labels on the drawers.
Professor Snape was quite surprised as the silent alarm ward he had set on the potion store went off, after all he was right in the room. There had been some thefts lately, from his private stock. Dangerous potions, too, if in the wrong hands – and not entirely legal, so he had been hesitant to report the incident. Surreptitiously, he looked over to the shelves. He was even more intrigued when he saw a drawer open apparently all by itself, then a small hand appeared out of thin air, reached inside and grabbed a vial. The hand withdrew and vanished together with the vial. The occurrence repeated itself two more times, then the drawer closed again. Snape quickly looked back down on his papers. He figured the hand had an owner and if the hand was here, so was that owner. He silently muttered a charm to enhance his hearing. And really, he could hear tiny footsteps make their way to the door.
Snape didn't show any emotion, but inwardly, he grinned. Bloody thief! They had some nerve! He waited a moment until he was sure they had left, then he quietly grabbed his wand and got up to follow them. The classroom door opened by an invisible hand, and the steps went down the corridor, to the left. Snape kept his distance and cast a spell of darkness around himself to make sure he wasn't noticed.
The footsteps went around a corner and stopped. Snape inched closer and carefully peered around the corner. The hallway lay empty, but then suddenly Blase Zabini's head appeared floating in the air. The boy grinned like a fool as he fully took off his invisibility cloak and carefully folded it up. Then he continued down the hallway in the direction of their dormitories.
Snape returned to his study as well. “Mr. Zabini”, he muttered under his breath, “we need to have a talk.”
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At dinner, Professor Snape kept a watchful eye on Zabini. He didn't miss when the teenager quickly poured something into Potter's drink just as Potter and his friends were looking the other way because they had started an argument with Draco, who had just tried to walk past them.
Zabini got back to his table and ate like nothing had happened. When he finished his meal and got up, Snape excused himself to his colleagues and went after the boy, careful to keep his distance and not to attract attention. Zabini headed for their dormitories. Snape was a bit disappointed, but he decided to linger around a bit longer just to make sure. His persistence was rewarded as the secret door swung open again all by itself and then a moment later, it closed like by an invisible hand. Snape cast the hearing spell, and for sure, there were the tiny footsteps leading further down into the unused parts of the dungeons. They stopped in front of an abandoned classroom, which was currently used to store some old furniture. Zabini's head appeared again and the boy took a nervous look around, he obviously didn't want to be followed. Then he raised his hand and pointed it at the door. He did something with his ring and the door clicked open. Zabini quickly slipped inside, leaving the door slightly ajar.
The room had no other exit, so Snape stayed behind and watched to see what would happen next. He didn't have to wait long before Harry Potter came walking down the hallway, also headed in the direction of the old classroom. He vanished inside and closed the door behind him. Snape waited a moment longer, then he sneaked closer to listen on the door.
Blaise grinned as Potter entered their secret meeting place, he just had had time to take off his cloak and build a small bedding on the floor for them from some old blankets. Potter took to the potion quite fast, Blaise wondered if maybe the other teen felt some subliminal attraction to him to begin with. Potter stared at him, a lewd glint in his eyes.
“Why don't you come over here with me, Harry”, Blaise smiled.
He didn't have to tell him twice. Potter closed the distance and eagerly embraced him, painfully forcing him against a stack of old furniture.
Blaise laughed: “Hey! Hey! Slow down! You're full of spirits today!”
Potter didn't listen, he was grinding his body against Blaise, breathing heavy already. His hands found their way inside Blaise's shirt and pants.
“No, Harry, no! Wait!”, Blaise said sternly. Potter slowed down and Blaise managed to push him away long enough to grab his shirt. He purred: “Let me help you take off your clothes first!”
He managed to get them both out of their shirts at least, and with some difficulty, Potter wouldn't keep his hands off him for even a second and he kept on trying to kiss him. Blaise definitely had to reduce Potter's dosage the next time. He grabbed a hand that somehow had gotten into his pants and forced Potter away. Potter whined pitiful. “Shush!”, Blaise told him, “Stop it already!”
Potter kept on fighting so it took him some time to get the teen's pants undone for him. He had just pulled them down when he heard a creak of the door. Fuck! He had forgotten to lock it again! He looked up and in the door stood Professor Snape of all people. Blaise froze, he could feel his heart skip a beat. Potter didn't notice nor care, he used the opportunity to force Blaise into an embrace again and pressed a wet kiss on his cheek.
Professor Snape took in the scene before him. Both teenagers were in varying states of undress, Potter wore his trousers around his knees and his briefs failed to contain his erection. He was busily humping Zabini, apparently completely oblivious to everything else around them. Zabini on the other hand was staring directly at him and Snape would never have thought the black boy could go that pale.
Snape put on his angry teacher look as he briskly walked over to the two. He grabbed each boy at the neck with one hand and forced them apart.
“Mr. Potter! Mr. Zabini! Our two prodigies! What a surprise”, he gloated.
“Professor Snape!”, Zabini croaked, “it's not-! I can explain!”
“I'm sure you will”, Snape said coldly, “get your clothes back on! And then my office! The both of you!”
Zabini obeyed and hurriedly grabbed his shirt, but the second Snape let go of Potter, the boy tried to get at Zabini again. Annoyed, Snape grabbed him once more and forced his head around so Potter had no choice but to face him. The teenager tried to wiggle out of his grip, still only focused on Zabini. There was no recognition in his eyes, he looked completely spaced out. Snape slapped him in the face and for a second Potter seemed to wake up, but as soon as he saw Zabini, his eyes glazed over again.
Snape pulled up Potter's trousers himself and proceeded to force him into his shirt, all the time holding him down so he wouldn't jump at Zabini. Zabini was staring at them stupidly. “My office!”, Snape hissed at him. The boy literally jumped then he turned around and ran like all hell was after him. Once he was out of sight, Potter calmed down a little, though he was still completely unresponsive and tried to get after Zabini the second Snape let go of him.
Snape cursed and caught the boy's arm again. He snatched up the cloak of invisibility from the floor, grabbed Potter at his shoulder, forced the boy out onto the corridor and walked him over to his office. Zabini was waiting inside the potions classroom in front of the door, his eyes downcast and overall looking appropriately scared. Potter immediately tried to break away and run over to him, but Snape had expected him to and tightened his hold on the boy's shoulder. Potter winced and squirmed under the brutal grip, but even then he couldn't snap out of his trance.
Snape pushed him against the wall and held him in place there with one hand while he opened the door with the other. “You, inside!”, he bellowed at Zabini. He pushed Potter in after him and marched him over to the potion shelves, quickly grabbed a strong sleeping solution and then dragged Potter over to the door to his private quarters. There, he turned around to Zabini again. The boy stood in the middle of the room, trying to be as invisible as possible.
“Sit”, he growled, indicating the chair opposite his desk with his eyes. He pushed Potter through the door and down a fleet of stairs. He took him to his guest room and sat him down on the bed.
“Drink this!”, he held out the vial with the sleeping solution to the boy. Potter tried to wiggle out of his grip and get up. Snape pushed him back down and slapped him once more. The boy stopped fighting and stared at him confused and fearful. Snape gave him another slap for good measure before Potter could decide to drift away again. “Drink!”, Snape barked at him and forced the vial to Potter's lips.
Potter recoiled from him, crying bloody murder. Snape had had enough, he grabbed Potter, held the boy's nose and poured the vial into his mouth when he gasped for air. The boy coughed and spat, but Snape managed to force most of the solution down his throat. Potter jumped up and tried to run, but he was swaying dangerously and only managed a single step. Snape had to catch him or he would have fallen. More gently now, he eased the half-conscious boy back down onto the bed.
“Sleep it off!”, he told him. Potter tried to resist and get back up, but he hardly had the strength left to keep his eyes open. By the time Snape had put a blanket over him, the boy was fast asleep. Snape had the good sense to grab Potter's wand and lock the door before he left. The last thing he needed was that nosy boy sneaking around his private quarters.
* * *
Blaise eyed the door Professor Snape had escaped through for about the thousandth time. The Professor took an awful long time with Potter. He wasn't making him talk, was he? Potter was totally spaced out, no way Snape would get anything sensible out of him. Right? The long wait put him on edge and when he was nervous, he had to pee. Anxious, he started to bounce up and down his leg. Maybe he could quickly sneak out to go to the loo and get back before the Professor noticed his absence? Just as the thought had occurred to him, Professor Snape reentered the room. Blaise almost jumped up from his chair. That man had a way to move silent that was outright creepy!
He eyed Snape warily as the man made his way over to him. Snape put down the invisibility cloak on the desk in an orderly pile, stared at Blaise for a moment, then turned around without a word and went to put a pot of water on the fireplace. He waited in silence, staring into the flames and completely ignoring Blaise. When the water started to boil, Professor Snape got over to his desk and sat down behind it. He got out an oldish looking tea pot from under it, carefully put in some tea leafs and poured the water over it. While the tea was brewing, he got two cups from the same place under the desk, one he put in front of Blaise, the other for himself.
Blaise watched him with raising anxiety.
“Mr. Zabini”, the Professor startled him as he finally spoke, “would you care for some tea?”
Snape sounded friendly. He didn't wait for an answer and poured Blaise a cup, and Blaise looked up at the man. Professor Snape smiled at him. Snape never smiled. Blaise quickly grabbed his tea to take a sip, though mostly to hide behind the cup. It was an unsettling smile, the kind that didn't extend to the eyes. On Snape, it looked like his muscles had a hard time to even remember how to move to contort this mask he wore instead of a face into a smile, almost like it caused the man physical pain. Blaise stared right into those unsmiling eyes. He had seen the Professor let slip his guard and laugh for real exactly once. When he had dosed Snape with his own love potion and seduced him to get at the questions for the upcoming O.W.L. exam.
Except for a small twitch in the corner of his eye, Professor Snape's expression did not change in the slightest, but if his stare had been angry before, now there positively was murder in his eyes. It was almost as if the man had just read Blaise's thoughts. Blaise quickly looked down at his cup and took another deep sip. Now that was an unsettling idea!
Snape continued to look at him in silence. If the Professor was trying to unsettle him with his stare, he sure was doing a good job at it. Little did Blaise know that Snape was merely waiting for the truth serum in the tea to take effect. Blaise nervously emptied his cup. He knew he shouldn't because he already had to pee and since he was already anxious the tea would go straight to his bladder. Professor Snape refilled his cup for him. Just watching him pour the liquid made Blaise realize how full his bladder felt.
Since Professor still didn't talk, Blaise started to think about what he was going to say. He surreptitiously eyed the invisibility cloak. Maybe he wasn't in that deep shit after all – what did Professor Snape really know in the end? He had probably figured that Potter had been dosed with a love potion and he either knew already or would figure out that it came from his storage. The man wasn't stupid so he would make the connection between the theft and the invisibility cloak. But he hadn't actually seen Blaise steal the potion, nor him administer it to Potter. The remaining potions were safely hidden away where no one but Blaise would find them. The cloak was Potter's, and Potter probably would even confirm as much. So what had Blaise actually done? He had been out after curfew, a minor offense really. Potter had stolen the love potion and for some reason accidentally dosed himself with it and then he had assaulted Blaise. Blaise really was the victim here.
Professor Snape ripped him from his thoughts. “So”, he asked conversationally, “did you steal a love potion from my office earlier today?”
No, Blaise thought, Potter did. “Yes, Professor, I did”, his mouth said. His eyes bulged when he realized his words.
Professor Snape was still smiling. “And did you spike Potter's drink with said potion at dinner?”
“Yes, Professor”, Blaise said and panicky slapped his hand to his mouth.
“Have you stolen potions from me before?”
“Yes, Professor”, Blaise croaked with rising terror. Not only couldn't he tell a lie, he had to answer.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk”, Professor Snape made, “oh, Mr. Zabini!”
Snape got up and went over to the fireplace, pretended to think while he looked at the flames. Blaise felt like crying, he had never been so afraid in his life. Professor Snape was going to kill him, he just knew it. His legs felt like rubber or he would have made a mad dash for the door. His fear made him have to go to the loo even worse. He could almost feel the tea rush right through him and into his already aching bladder. He fidgeted uncomfortably. Professor Snape eyed him, measuring him, and slowly walked back to his desk. He put his hand on the invisibility cloak. “Where did you get this?”
“From Potter. It's Potter's”, Blaise said.
For a split-second, Professor Snape's mask almost showed surprise. “How? He just gave it to you?”
Blaise almost bit his tongue. His mouth answered: “He was under the influence of the potion. I made him give it to me.”
He moaned silently and started scissoring his legs. He had to piss so bad! If only Snape would already end his interrogation and either kill him or let him go so he could use the bathroom! Snape gave him an irritated look, then he abruptly turned around and angrily stared into the fire again.
Blaise fidgeted. He didn't dare to grab himself, fearing the Professor was secretly watching him.
“Professor Snape?”, he asked timidly when he couldn't stand to wait any longer.
Snape didn't answer.
“Professor? May I-”, Blaise tried again.
“Not now, Mr. Zabini!”, Snape cut him off.
Blaise whimpered and grabbed himself after all. He couldn't keep his legs still anymore. He whined: “Professor Snape! I really-”
“Mr. Zabini, do you think this is funny?”, Snape growled.
“No, Professor!”
“Then will you keep quiet while I try to think? And stop floundering around like a five-years old!”
“I can't”, Blaise squeaked. He felt like he was bursting.
“Merlin's beard, what the hell is wrong with you, boy?”
“I have to go to the loo real bad”, Blaise, still under the influence of the truth serum, blurted out. At that moment, he wished the Professor would just kill him there and then.
Snape glowered at him. He threatened: “Is this some trick to get out-”
“It isn't!”, Blaise pleaded desperately, “I can't lie right now!”
Professor Snape seemed to have to think about that. “Indeed, you can't!”, he remarked. Suddenly he smiled again – the even creepier kind where the eyes smiled, too – the Professor strolled back over and put his hand on Blaise's shoulder, like in a reassuring gesture. Blaise tried to shrink away from the touch, but Snape held him in place.
“Why don't you take some more tea?”, he asked in a sickly-sweet voice as he, excruciatingly slow, poured Blaise another cup. Blaise groaned and pressed his legs together as as strongly as he could.
“Please! I'm gonna have an accident!”
“Oh, you better not, Mr. Zabini!”, Snape purred, “drink up!”
Blaise shakily raised the cup to his mouth and emptied it. As soon as he put it down, Snape refilled it for him again.
“Drink up!”
Professor Snape made him drink three more cups, then the tea pot was finally empty. Blaise's bladder hurt so bad, he had to blink away tears from his eyes. Professor Snape hummed to himself while he sat a new pot of water on the grill over the fireplace. Blaise really felt like crying.
“Please, Professor! I'm sorry! I'm bursting! Please!”
Snape ignored his pleading and without hurry sat up a new brew of tea. As he poured the hot water onto the leafs, Blaise had to grab himself through his pants or he would have lost it. He doubled over and desperately choked his penis with his hand as he tried to blend out the sound of pouring water. He was weeping when Snape put a new cup in front of him.
“Professor, I can't! Please, I gotta pee! I'm gonna have an accident!”
In fact, the death-grip he held his member in was the only thing that kept him from wetting himself there and then. He wondered if his bladder could actually burst.
Professor Snape smiled at him, understanding. Conversationally, he asked: “So, have you ever used that love potion on me?”
Blaise almost choked. He let go of his penis for just a split-second and immediately a forceful stream of hot piss poured out of him. He hesitated another split-second trying to decide whether he should stem the flood or hold shut his mouth, then he pressed both hands into his groin like his life depended on it. His death-grip renewed, he managed to stop the flow, but his briefs felt completely soaked, and he was pretty sure so were the back of his trousers and the seat. He tried to shield the wet spot in his crotch from Snape's view with his hands. His bladder felt like it was about to burst more than ever, he had left out far too little to ease the pressure and stopping himself mid-stream made the pain even worse. He bit down hard on his lip, not only to divert himself from the agony in his lower body, but also to stop himself from answering the question.
It didn't work. “Yes, I did!”, he gasped. Fuck! He was so dead! Dead! Dead! Dead!
“Do you think I've used it on you before?”, Professor Snape mused.
Blaise took a moment to process the question. Another huge spurt escaped into his pants, now fully soaking the front of his trousers. “N-ghh-?”, he said. He couldn't believe what Snape had just asked. Snape couldn't possibly have... could he?
Professor Snape smiled at him warmly. It send a chill down Blaise's spine. “Little bit of a close call there?”, Snape asked, sympathetic, pointedly looking at Blaise's crotch.
“More than close, I already wet my pants”, Blaise confessed to his horror, “please, Professor, I need the loo now, I'm leaking!”
Professor Snape shook his head, saddened. “Tsk, tsk, tsk! I told you you better not had an accident in my study!”
Just then Blaise couldn't do it any more. He was in pure agony and he figured he had already ruined the Professor's chair. If Professor Snape was going to kill him anyways, peeing on his carpet couldn't make things any worse. He just opened his hand and let go of his penis. He immediately started peeing. It flooded out of him in a huge stream, completely soaking through his trousers within seconds. The piss pooled around his butt, dripping from the side of the chair and rushing down his legs, soaking into the carpet. It felt so good, he started to sob.
Blaise peed for two minutes straight, he couldn't believe he had been able to hold in this much piss. Snape watched every second of it, but Blaise didn't care anymore. He didn't notice the lascivious glint in his Professor's eyes. When Blaise finally had finished, his trousers and the cushion of the chair were completely soaked. Not even the carpet had been able to fully contain the flood, a small puddle extended on the stone floor beyond it.
“Oh, Mr. Zabini, what a naughty boy you are!”, Professor Snape said. |
Author's note: A while ago I started watching yugioh gx, I really enjoyed it so i decided to write a fanfic of it. The characters are dark magician girl and Alexis Rhodes. This story takes place at the end of the duel monster spirit day episode. I have some ideas for sequels, if people like this story i'll write and post them.
It was the evening of duel monsters spirit day and dark magician girl sat in her room in the house her and her mentor, Dark magician shared in their spell caster village in the world of duel monster spirits. Dark magician girl sat starring out the window with a somewhat sad look on her face. Dark magician walked in to wish her a good evening, as he was preparing to go to sleep. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to bed. Good night.” “…” Dark magician girl was too dazed to hear him. “Dark magician girl!” “Huh? Oh, hey Dark magician.” “Is there something on your mind? You didn’t hear me say good night.” “Oh, i- it’s nothing, good night.” “Now you know you can tell me anything, what’s on your mind?” Dark magician girl’s problem was quite personal, but she knew she could trust dark magician with anything. Even though he was only a few years older than her, he was her spell casting mentor and somewhat of a father figure to her. She decided to tell him her problem. “Well, in the human world, today was duel monster spirit day, so I paid duel academy a little visit. I dueled one of its top students, Jaden Yuki and even though I lost, it was a super fun time.” “Well that sounds like you had a nice day.” “It was great, but here’s my trouble; in the crowd of viewers I saw a beautiful young girl named Alexis Rhodes and… I think I have sexual feelings for her…” Dark magician girl’s cheeks turned bright red. “Oh”, said dark magician, sounding completely casual. “You aren’t surprised by this?” “I had a bit of a hunch, I noticed the way you look a t female monsters like Burstinatrix and Cyber tutu, and how you always reject dates with some of the more, conventionally handsome male monsters like Wild heart and Neos. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with your sexuality and I’m happy for you that you figured it out today.” Dark magician girl was a little embarrassed her friend knew her sexuality better than her, but she was relieved he was accepting of her. “I’m glad you feel that way but what do you think I should do?” Dark magician thought for a bit. “Well first off, do you know where to find her?” “Oh yes, my last time in her world I saw her return to her dorm room.” “Well, to start a relationship you should try to simply talk to her, try introducing yourself, chat with her, see if you like her, and all that.” “Hmmm, chatting with her, I think I’ll go do that…” “Right now? It’s kind of late isn’t it?” Dark magician girl giggled. “Oh dark magician, you’re such a party pooper, not everybody likes to go to sleep as early as you do. Beautiful Alexis will still be up.” “Laugh all you want, but an early sleeper is an early riser and an early riser gets morning spell casting practice…” Dark magician girl giggled again. “I’ll see you later.” “Farewell and good luck.”
Dark magician girl transported herself from the duel monster spirit world to the human world. She floated throughout Academy Island in spirit form, invisible to humans and immune to the physical laws of the human world. As soon as she arrived to Alexis’ dorm she changed to human form. She could see Alexis through a window with her two friends so she decided to hide in a bush and observe her crush. She saw the beautifully decorated lounge room where Alexis and her two friends were situated. Alexis’ friends were dressed in pyjamas and Alexis for some unknown reason was still dressed in her Obelisk blue uniform. Dark magician girl smiled as she saw Alexis’s adorable miniskirt, but her joy came to an end when she saw Alexis begin to kiss her friend. Dark magician girl bagan panicking. “Oh no! She’s taken;” she thought to herself. “I knew a girl like her couldn’t be single, damn it! Why’d I come here? Stupid! Stupid! Stup…” As dark magician girl was in the middle of beating herself up over coming, she noticed something. Alexis’ friend stopped kissing Alexis and began kissing her other friend. This calmed dark magician girl a little.” Hmmmm?” She thought to herself. “Maybe she isn’t in a relationship after all… After all, it’s common for girls my age to experiment sexually, and that’s probably all she’s doing.” Dark magician girl got a little glimmer of hope. Her glimmer of hope however was soon interrupted by Alexis herself leaving the dorm to use one of the part-a-potties her dorm was using on account of the toilets being clogged. Dark Magician girl decided to go and try to talk to Alexis. She thought of getting her attention with something romantic and witty but all she could muster was a bland, generic greeting. “Hey Alexis!” Alexis jump a little by being startled, but she calmed down when she saw where the sound came from. “Oh, uh hey. You’re that Dark magician girl cosplayer from today. Nice duel. No shame in losing to Jaden. He’s one of the best duelists at our school.” “Thanks, but I’m no cosplayer, I’m the real deal.” Alexis gave a sarcastic little smirk at the delusional statement. “Right,” said Alexis sarcastically “and I’m a real harpy.” Dark magician girl understood Alexis’ doubts and was ready to denounce them. “I’ll prove it.” Dark magician girl began levitating.” Alexis couldn’t believe her eyes. “Wow, I guess I was wrong on that one, but why did you come visit me?” “Well I saw you today and thought you were pretty, so…” Dark magician girl blushed. “I came to … ask you out, that is, if you’re cool with it.” “Well… it’s funny you should ask that…” Dark magician girl began to panic again. “Oh, I knew you were straight, sorry to bother you, I-I’ll just…” “Whoa there!” interjected Alexis. “You didn’t let me finish.” Alexis continued. “You see I’ve always been kind of curious about my sexuality. I kind of like some guys, but my real attraction is to girls.” “Is that why you were kissing your friend? I saw you through your window earlier.” Dark magician girl interrupted. She then turned red upon realizing the creepiness of her comment. “Not that I was stocking you… It’s just that…” “It’s ok” Alexis assured her giving her a warm smile. “Kissing each other is a common practice in the girls’ dorm, and among me and my friends. Some girls, like me do it because we have an attraction to girls. The majority however do it to either practice kissing or as an outlet for their horniness, seeing as there is a lack of decent guys at this school.” Alexis chuckled. “Yeah, I don’t blame them if you have guys like that Chaz guy walking around.” “Actually he’s one of the better guys.” Both girls chuckled at their memory of Chaz in his duel monster costume. “So anyway” dark magician girl said sternly. “Since you like to kiss girls, do you want to go make out? Sorry if I’m being too forward.” “Well I’ve always found you extremely attractive so sure. Just let me go pee first, I really got to go.” Nonsense! That’ll take too long.” Said dark magician girl as she grabbed Alexis’ arm and pulled her to a small patch of grass surrounded by bushes where the two girls could have some privacy. . “This won’t be long, you can hold it right?” Alexis’ desperation wasn’t too bad so she didn’t say anything. In reality, dark magician girl’s rushing of Alexis had nothing to do with time conservation. Dark magician girl just had a little urine fetish and she thought Alexis’ full bladder would add to the enjoyment.
The two girls were on their knees starring at each other face to face. “I got to be honest with you Alexis, I’ve never really been with a girl before, I don’t really know what to do.” Alexis gave a naughty little smirk. “So you don’t know what to do in a situation like this, eh? Looks like I’m going to have to teach you a thing or two…” Alexis began hugging dark magician girl as she pressed her lips against hers and began kissing passionately. Both girls passionately rubbed each other’s backs. Even though this was a rather tame activity, the inexperienced Dark magician girl was quickly getting aroused. “Oh god!” screamed dark magician girl. “Wow,” Alexis said sarcastically, “that loud a scream from just kissing and back rubbing? This really is your first time with a girl. Well if you liked that, get a load of this.” Alexis resumed kissing dark magician girl but this time she started rubbing her breasts.” What do you think of this?” Dark magician girl felt unbelievable pleasure. The expert hands working her large breasts left dark magician girl speechless with pleasure. Alexis clearly learned a few things from practicing on her friends and the old pro wasn’t holding anything back from the rookie.
After a little while of this Alexis removed her mouth from Dark magician girl’s and gave a disappointed and pouty look. “Aww, I don’t get a boob rub?” Alexis said shaking her massive breasts teasingly. “And after all the time I spent rubbing yours…” Dark magician girl couldn’t believe her ears. She wanted to touch Alexis’ boobs since she saw her but was too afraid to, and now she had the chance, Alexis was practically begging her to do it. Dark magician girl just stood there mesmerized with her mouth open at what the incredible Obelisk blue had asked of her. “Hmmm. So you don’t want to touch me? Well perhaps this will change your mind.” Alexis slowly unbuttoned and removed her shirt, revealing her white bra and enormous breasts. This caused dak magician girl to get even hornier. Dark magician girl quickly came to her senses and at almost lightning speed reached out and began massaging them, causing Alexis to coo. “Oh yeah! That’s the way. You have a real knack for this, but now let me show you something else.” Alexis was about to show dark magician girl her best move. She reached under dark magician girl’s skirt, lowered her panties and began fingering her. Dark magician girl moaned uncontrollably as Alexis’ expert fingers rubbed her vagina. “Oh Alexis! That’s heaven.” This was too much for dark magician girl to take and she began squirting. The wet sensation on her hand caused Alexis to cum too. Both girls panted as they tried to regain their breath. “That was amazing Alexis!” “Yeah it was great for me too, let’s go for round two. But first, I have to pee ridiculously bad. I’ll be back in a bit.” As Alexis was about to get up dark to go pee, Dark magician girl put a hand on her shoulder to keep her down as she gave a devious smirk. “W-what are you doing?” Dark magician girl didn’t reply, instead she waved her staff making two long pieces of rope appear. She quickly over powered Alexis and tied her hands behind her back and her feet together. She then removed Alexis’ shoes and sox. “What the hell are you doing?” Alexis asked in a panicky tone as she lay on the ground motionless. “You taught me some stuff, now it’s my turn to show you something; how to torture a beautiful, tied up, desperate girl.” Dark magician girl began by tickling Alexis’ feet. “Hahaha! S-s-sto-ahaha! Please!” Alexis’ already desperate need to pee increased exponentially as dark magician girl ran her fingers up and down her feet. “Ha-ha! Please, I have to P-pee!” Dark magician girl momentarily paused her torture. “Please stop.” Alexis said desperately. “I want to go pee. I don’t want to hold my pee any longer, I need the toilet.” Tears started running down Alexis’ face, partially due to her bladder hurting so much and partially from being tickled. Dark magician girl smirked. “Squirm all you want, but I can see it in your eyes, you like being desperate.” She was right. Alexis also had the pee fetish and was secretly kind of enjoying this, but she didn’t want to wet in public. “Let me go now! I want to pee! Ahh that hurts so bad.” “Tisk, tisk. Now Alexis, is that anyway for someone in your position to talk to someone in mine?” Dark magician girl spoke in a very condescending and mocking tone. “If you want to pee, you can pee.” Dark magician girl poked Alexis’ rock hard bladder with her index finger. “Ahhh! Stop!” “If you’re going to speak to me with harsh language, I’ll torture your poor little bladder harshly. Now say what you wanted to say, but nicely this time.” Dark magician girl increased the force on Alexis’ bladder. “Ahhh! Please stop.” Dark magician girl stopped poking but she continued rubbing Alexis’ abdomen, feeling how her bladder had swollen, getting aroused at the thought of all that pee literally bursting to get out as Alexis leaked a little. ”Wow, your bladder’s as hard as a bowling ball, and with all that swelling it’s starting to look like one. Now Alexis, you said you wanted to pee, well I’ll help make your wish come true.” A huge sensation of fear struck Alexis as Dark magician girl resumed tickling her, this time her ribs and underarms. “Ahahah! S-s-sto… Ahaha! Please! I-I’m gonna pee!” “That’s the idea. You said it yourself, you wanted to pee and your bladder hurt, well I’ll take care of that.” “Alexis was crying she had to pee so bad and finally she just couldn’t take it. A large leak escaped, which turned into a weak stream, then a strong stream, then a full force pee stream. “ Ahhh! No I’m peeing!” Dark magician girl stopped tickling Alexis and just sat back enjoying In Alexis’ discomfort. Alexis, being tied up, couldn’t do anything but just lie there as an ocean of pee involuntarily escaped her bladder. A powerful stream of pee came out of her bladder for a while, wetting her skirt as the stain on her skirt changed from a few drops, to a large stains to practically the whole skirt being wet and leaving a puddle on the ground beneat her. When Alexis finished peeing, dark magician girl waved her staff again, making the ropes disappear. “How could you do that to me?!” Alexis screamed as she got on her knees to meet dark magician girl eye to eye. “You said you wanted to pee so I granted your wish. And come on, I know deep inside that turned you on.” Dark magician girl spoke condescendingly. “Ugh! Now I’m going to have to go into my dorm like this, someone will see my wet clothes on laundry day. What’ll I say if someone sees me in a wet skirt? What kind of teenaged girl pees her pants!?” “Awww don’t worry Alexis.” Dark magician girl spoke very mocking and condescending tone. “A tiny bladder is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m sure the school will provide you with diapers or something.” Dark magician girl laughed at an agitated Alexis. “It’s not funny! I feel so humiliated thanks to you. Do you really have to add insult to injury?” “Relax, I’m just kidding.” Dark magician girl waved her staff and the pee all disappeared, leaving no smell or other trace it was ever there. “I would never do something to embarrass you.” Alexis quickly calmed down. “Thanks. And you were right. I did… kind of enjoy being desperate.” “Oh I could tell. I wouldn’t have put you through that if I thought you’d dislike it.” Both girls giggled as they fixed their clothes.
Dark magician girl followed Alexis back to her room as their evening was coming to an end. “Well, I had fun but I better turn in for the night.” “Yeah, I better go back to my spell caster village.” Dark magician girl said trying her best to hide her sadness. “Is something wrong?” “N-No. It’s just that, I’ve never really connected with another female the way we did tonight and I don’t want it to end.” “Well… If you really want, you can sleep with me in my bed, whenever you like. So long as it doesn’t interfere with… you know duel monster spirit stuff.” “Well I got to be back to Dark magician by morning, but I can do that instantly with my magic in the morning. I’d love to sleep with you. I get so lonely in my room at night.” “Me too. I’ll be happy to have someone to cuddle.”
Alexis did her nightly routine and when she finished she went to her bed to find dark magician girl sitting on it. “Aren’t you going to change into something more comfortable?” “I don’t have any P.J.s” “Alexis giggled. “Neither do I. Pyjamas aren’t what I meant. Alexis removed her clothes until she was in her bra and panties. “Now this is what I meant by comfortable.” Dark Magician girl’s face lit up as she removed her clothes until her outfit matched Alexis’. Both girls got into bed together. “I hope you don’t mind this.” Dark magician girl said as she wrapped her arm around Alexis. Alexis returned the favour. “Not at all.” Dark magician girl couldn’t believe this. In one night she went from single to having a beautiful girlfriend who’s bed she could visit anytime. Dark magician girl enjoyed every minute of caressing Alexis’ perfect body.Dark magician girl lay cuddling Alexis wondering what wonders she and her partner had in store.
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Chapter 3
"Today, you beautiful ladies are my guests. As is fit with our traditional values here, I will offer you the finest luxuries our castle has to offer. As it is a beautiful summer's day, I have requested that the room be kept constantly supplied with juices and wines made from the world's most exotic fruits. Together, we will drink and get to know each other. First though, let us make sure we are adequately relieved!"
With a gesture to the young female servant in the corner, he ordered a chamber pot to be brought in. He then instructed the other two slaves to begin serving the juices the chefs had been busily preparing all morning.
In plain view of the three candidates, he pulled down his trousers to urinate into the chamber pot held up to him by the kneeling slave. Lady Naderishah immediately blushed and looked at her feet. However, the other two women gazed intently as the Prince drained his bladder. With a satisfactory sigh, he gestured for the servant to take the chamber pot to the girls. Naderishah declined, claiming she had just went. Prince Khan frowned- she seemed much too conservative for his liking. However he was pleased with the other women who immediately knelt down to relieve themselves. They both produced healthy streams, having been busy with dressing up all morning and forgoing using the chamber pot.
Watching the girls pee immediately made the Prince rock-hard beneath his baggy trousers. They had beautiful vaginas in their own respects. Princess Caeseria had a neatly trimmed bush which exposed her meaty womanhood quite well. Prince Khan was already imagining how a feast on her tempting dark purple lips and large clit would taste like. Lady Seyedin was a bit hairier, with a picture perfect pussy. As she peed, Prince Khan was able to make out her beautiful genitals, with vaginal lips just shielding her inner treats but a pearl-shaped light-pink clitoris peeking out from the thick black public hair.
With that, the chamber pot was removed from the room and the Prince eagerly started filling three large cups with the first juice, made from watermelon from the Americas and green grapes from France. The women sipped slowly, adhering to the polite manners they had been taught. However, Prince Khan gulped eagerly and encouraged the women to follow his lead; many more drinks were on the way! The females quickened their pace as the new drinks were brought in.
Chapter 4
As is typical with wine, tongues loosened quickly and the quartet was engaged in interesting conversation composed of tales from around the world. Prince Khan kept a close eye on Naderishah, knowing she would likely be needing relief before the others. She was already getting hesitant about finishing her drinks and had received urging from the Prince to finish so they could move on to the next flavour. She was feeling a nagging urge to find a chamber pot, but didn’t want to request one as she had declined relief but one hour earlier. The Prince noticed that she was leaving a few gulps in the cup before accepting the refill, but no matter- her slender frame would surely not be able to hold a large volume for any prolonged amount of time.
Soon, Naderishah had compromised her model lady-like posture for one that was more hunched with tightly crossed legs. Her eyes were constantly darting towards the exit to the dinner hall. Prince Khan could barely keep track of the conversation. He was bursting with excitement at the thought of what was happening to her bladder. He wondered how long she would wait before announcing her need.
As the fifth drink came in, she was already bouncing lightly in her seat. Despite her desire to participate well in the conversation and make a strong impression with her intelligence, she was increasingly quiet with her attention going towards her bladder. Finally, as the servant presented the sixth drink, she could wait no longer. “Forgive me for bringing forth such an uninteresting topic, but may I be excused for a moment?”
The words almost made the horny prince ejaculate inside his trousers. A beautiful woman was asking him to be allowed to tend to nature’s call! Somehow he kept his composure and asked “For what purpose, my lady?”
She blushed heavily. “I-I am in need of a chamber pot, my Prince.” This time, Prince Khan had to pause and close his eyes as he somehow willed his thrusting penis not to shoot hot semen into his white trousers.
“I am sorry, but departing this room would mean forfeiture of the selection competition,” the Prince replied sternly.
Naderishah shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling the dangerous fullness of her bladder. There was no way she could last two more hours, especially with so much drinking. Prince Khan analyzed his own bladder- He was already feeling like he could use a chamber pot. Surely, Naderishah must be quite desperate to plead openly for a chance to relieve herself.
Another few gulps and the poor Lady could take no more. “Can a chamber pot be brought into the room, please?” She would pee in front of her company. She was in severe pain and at moderate risk of losing control into her red shalvar.
Prince Khan deliberately looked over the struggling girl seated on his right. She was constantly squirming now, clutching her clothing in agony. He could tell that she was resisting the powerful urge to press against her womanhood. His erect member was straining against his trousers, forming a giant tent. He was on the verge of cumming. Somehow he managed to stop himself for climaxing… for now.
"We will wait until the next drink is finished, as I would prefer not to have juices and chamber pots together at the dining table."
Feeling trapped, Lady Naderishah desperately rocked back and forth, trying to hold on just a little while longer.
Chapter 5
Suddenly, a look of sheer horror appeared on Lady Naderishah’s face. She felt herself lose control briefly and knew the leak had just moistened her undergarments. With a quick shriek, she clutched her pussy and rose abruptly from the table. In her haste to exit the room and find a chamber pot before it was too late, she bumped into a servant carrying in coconut and sugar cane juice. The jug’s contents splattered all over the floor as she tried to hobble around the collision. She slipped on the wet marble floor and fell hard on her ass, causing a jolt against her full bladder. It was too much. She lost all control immediately, sitting on the floor. A massive puddle formed around her as she helplessly peed herself.
As the shock and relief of the situation overcame her, she began crying as her bladder emptied. She had disgraced herself in front of such important company! She had been blessed with a one-in-a-lifetime chance to become a Princess and she had literally pissed it away.
The scene was too hot for the Prince. His manhood thrust violently and he ejaculated into his pants. Involuntarily, he arched his back in his chair and exhaled heavily as his male fluid shot through the thin white cloth and landed on the table in front of him. He was lost in bliss for a few seconds as he closed his eyes, with no awareness of where he was.
As he came back to reality, he saw that telltale wetness formed on his groin. Embarrassed, he quickly pushed his chair in to hide his lower region from view and quickly wiped away the cum on the table with his sleeve. He looked up to see Lady Seyedin observing him in absolute fascination. She was overtly excited by what had just happened and could feel her own libido pulsating, adding a constant drip of her sweet womanly lubricant to her drawers. Purposefully, maintaining eye contact with Prince Khan, she brought her cup to her lips and downed it. He could tell that she now knew what he wanted. He almost came again immediately, realizing that she understood his desires and was willing to satisfy them.
Princess Caeseria had somehow missed the Prince’s accident, as she had risen up from her seat to comfort Lady Naderishah. She dragged the young wet lady to her feet and accompanied her to the exit of the Grand Hall, where a servant had taken her to a bath to clean up. Prince Khan and Lady Seyedin had both taken the opportunity to admire the woman’s wet ass. Princess Caeseria returned to the table and the selection ceremony continued.
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Kirti has been working as a maid at our place for a couple of years now. She recently got married and shifted to another city but my memories with her remained firm in my mind.
She is 24 years old , not much older than I am . Both of us shared a friendly and cordial relationship but still talking of the sadist mind that I have, I wanted to see her desperate for the toilets once, just once.
She got hitched earlier this year.After spending a couple of months at her husband’s place she came back to the city and soon resumed work at our house. She belongs to one of those financially unstable families , although my mom pays her well enough it somehow seems to be insufficient for her.
We both shared our lives with each other as friends and she often told me about the things she came across in her day to day life. It was post her marriage that she had developed a huge fetish for branded and expensive saris and a majority part of her income was being consumed by these purchases.
Yes apart from what my mother pays her, I have lent her money a countless number of times, because we both have developed a mutual trust and we don’t keep an account of the give and take we do.
The other day she told me that she wanted to buy one of those overrated silk saris, goddamn seriously , this was going to be her third purchase of the month!
It cost around a whooping Rs. 4795 but she didn’t have any money left in her wallet, she had spent a majority of her income.
Okay I don’t say that it is wrong for a person to buy something if they want to but, overdoing something is bad. She couldn’t ask for money from her husband or her parents because they themselves are struggling financially to make ends meet.
The only person left in the picture to ask for some finance is obviously me, because with me she wouldn’t have to bother to return it.
She came silently came up to my room and with a pinch of smile asked, “Hey could you give me some money I really have to buy that sari I saw the other day at the mall” she said, “I’ll totally return it later”, we both knew she wouldn’t .
“Sari?! Again!?” I asked with a hint of uneasiness with this demand of hers , “I thought you brought a sari two weeks back ?”
“Yes I did, but this one I am talking about is from a seasonal sale and they may run out of stock anytime ,that’s is why I really need to buy it now” she replied.
Although I was highly reluctant to give her any money, I had to because she really pleaded me for it.
“Okay fine how much do you want? May I tell you ,I don’t have a lot of cash with me right now” I stated.
“Oh I already have around 2000 rupees ,I need a considerable sum of money more” she said.
“I just have 600 hundred bucks left with me, I can lend that to you”
“Ya that sounds good, thank you so much” she said as she supported herself with both hands on my desk.
I gave her the money and continued with my daily routine of sitting around wasting time during my semester breaks. Then later that day out of nowhere an idea struck me.
What if I ask her to hold it in return of more money? Okay this sounds easy but actually it’s really scary to ask a woman , whom you’ve not been involved sexually with , to hold her pee.
I have been desperate for some Omorashi action for months now and this seemed to be good opportunity but chances were that she might get angry , real angry at this.
The next day she arrived as usual at 7:00am, wearing a purple purple kurta and black salwar,her long black hair tide back. The moment I saw her my mind filled with images of her desperate to use the toilets, but that was way down the road right now. At around 10:00 when my parents and brother went to work and school respectively, I managed to muster up some strength and walk up to Kirti who was working in the kitchen preparing something what seemed like a curry.
“So have you managed to accumulate the remaining amount for you sari?” I asked .
“No , I don’t think I’ll be able to buy it, there is no way I can collect that much cash in time”
This was my chance, I had a good reserve left in my bank account and maybe I could have exchanged it with witnessing a female desperation scenario of a lifetime, but I certainly was not going to force her into it.
“Look..” I said with hesitance in my voice, “.. I have a little cash in my bank account, I could withdraw it for you but…” I stopped, rationalizing in my mind whether to port forth my demands or not.
“…but what?” Kirti asked, maybe she looked at it as a glimmer of hope and didn’t want it to extinguish.
“..but I want you to do a favor for me” I said, my head was starting to go blank with fear and nervousness as I was about to say it.
“Oh what do you want me to do? I’ll do anything…” she said excited and smiling now.
“I’ll tell you but first promise me , you won’t tell it to anyone” I said, making sure this conversation remained between both of us, “It may sound a little gross and you can turn down the offer if you’re not willing but please don’t tell about this to anyone” I repeated myself.
“Ya I won’t tell anyone, but what is it?” she asked.
“I want you to hold your pee” I said, my brain went blank with fear , doubt , guilt and shame as I said this to a woman who saw me as a friend and nothing else.
I didn’t knew how she would react to such a statement, I thought she was going to be really angry at me but all she seemed to be was confused , “What? Why would you want me to do that? I would never do that! ” she said ,making a disgusted face ,maybe implying that the deal was now off.
I was now loosing on my only chance to make Kirti hold it.
“Please could you do this for me, just once” I begged like a small child does for toys.
“What will you get from making me do that?” she asked again, this time with a smile on her face.
“I really want to know how long you can hold because I’ve never seen you use the toilets in our home” I said, I was now getting more shameless and more nervous at the same time in admitting my kinks.
This was true, during her twelve hour shift from 7:00 am to 7:00 pm I had never ever seen her going to the toilets ever.
“I assure you, you’ll be paid well for this” I told her.
“I didn’t realize you noticed me so much, I am unsure of it, what do I have to do?” she asked, “I never knew you thought of me that way”
“You’ll just have to drink a lot and hold yourself as long as you possibly can” I said, “..and the longer you hold it, the more I’ll pay you” . By this time I was blushing with embarrassment.
“Okay, but I’ not so sure of it” she answered.
“Ya it is totally your call, I don’t want to force you into this”
I was absolutely damn sure that I’ve lost the deal, she was never going to agree to this but I desperately wanted her to say yes to it.
“Okay I’ll do it, but on one condition, I’ll go whenever I want to” she stated, loud and clear.
I couldn’t believe my ears , it felt as if I was dreaming and this dream was going to break any moment from now. I had the wildest goose bumps of my life when she agreed to it.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, just to make sure she wasn’t doing it out of any pressure.
“Ya, just tell me what I’ve to do” she said.
“You’ve to drink a big bottle of water a hold it till you possibly can’t any longer” I said as I went on to pick up a 2.25 liter bottle of Mountain Dew from the table .
Her eyes widened horror as she saw the huge bottle I held in my hand, maybe analyzing the idea of that much liquid in her bladder.
Truth be told I really wanted to test her bladder capacity ,to make her hold to her absolute limit , push her to the point where it wouldn’t be possible to hold on any longer.
I filled the bottle with chilled water and placed it on the table back again.
“Oh my god, seriously do I have to drink all that?” she said, her tone had a clue of hesitance.
“Yes, if you’re not sure about this you can still back out” I quoted , to make sure she was doing this by her own free will.
“Yes I’ll do it, do I have to drink the entire bottle of water all at once ?”
“Exactly , you may visit the toilets before you begin” I implied.
After a trip to the toilet to empty herself out, Kirti came back , washed her hands and slowly started taking sips from the bottle.
Even thought she was having this holding scenario going on, she couldn’t put a hold on her work, so she went back to the kitchen and continued with her chores.
She was gulping down the liquid from the bottle at a constant pace and before I knew it the she had already drank a majority portion from it.
As she was drinking and doing her work , I could not help but think of Kirti in a scenario where she desperate to pee , at last my dream was going to come true.
Within half an hour she had emptied the bottle, she smiled, placed a hand on her now bloated stomach and said, “That was a lot of water” , rubbing her belly.
“Ya I know, now all you have to do is to hold it till you’re limit” I said excitedly, thinking of what was to come along.
“Okay I’ll try my best” she said and got back to work. I sat there in the drawing room, talking regular glances at her and making sure she didn’t go to the loos.
Around 20 minutes later she did admit her first need to pee, she was preparing lunch so she had plenty of work to keep her mind distracted from her need to use the restrooms.
Her kidneys were pumping a constant stream of urine into her bladder now and before no time she should be desperate . I was happy and satisfied that my plan was working just the way I wanted it to.
She had started drinking at 10:18 am, it was 11:00 am now and she was continuously working in the kitchen, cooking food , cleaning the stove etc.... She obviously has to juggle between various tasks during her work period.
“How are you feeling right now?” I asked, trying to know if she was even a little desperate.
“I have to go, but I can easily hold it” she replied.
As time crawled by I wanted to know how she was feeling , did her urge to go increase or not? Certainly I was curious and turned-on now. The fact that a beautiful young woman was holding it out was enough to get me going.
I wanted her to be trapped in that kitchen needing to pee forever. I didn't want her to get the relief of urinating.
I asked her if I could take her photos but she declined, but from what I saw, her bladder was clearly starting to show its first signs of bulge.
Downing the entire 2.25 liters of water at once was obviously going to pose serious problems for her later.
It was 11:33 am when she started with the laundry. All that plunging her hands in cold water was causing a bad effect on her, “I really feel like taking a leak” she said with a wide smile. She clearly was trying to make the situation as less awkward as possible.
“Okay I’ll set a bench mark “ I said, “You’ll get two hundred rupees for each hour you hold for, by that means you’ll earn a thousand bucks if you hold on for 5 hours straight” I stated.
“Oh my god, I don’t think I can hold back that long” she replied as she bit her finger in doubt.
Kirti could clearly feel her bladder getting collected with wee, but what she didn’t know was , the fun was just to begin.
It was exactly 12:00 pm now, almost two hours since she had drank the entire bottle of water. By this time she seemed a little panicky.
“It is more difficult than I thought” she reported, this was the first time when I realized she was having trouble holding her pee.
I couldn’t stop staring at her bladder bulge which seemed to be growing by the moment. Then, when she was placing clothes inside the dryer , without giving any caution, I poked her bladder with my finger just to see how she reacts.
“Aaaahh…!” she squealed, with a laugh “What do you think you are doing, don’t do that again” she complained, as she bent down and held bladder with her left hand.
“Okay I am sorry” I replied smiling, her bladder felt hard and firm ,my finger really hurt from poking her. I wanted to record each moment of her desperation in her mind, because I knew it , this moment was never going to come back.
Kirti was hopping foot-to-foot now, she was certainly feeling the pressure building up in her bladder.
I wanted to know more of her real life wettings if she had any, so I again gathered up some strength and asked, “Have you ever wet yourself?”. We both were in a more comfortable level of understanding now, I was not expecting her to get aggressive or to get offended by my question and my guess was right.
“No I haven’t wet ,myself ever but I’ve had a some pretty close calls” she replied.
She told me about her experiences when she had been desperate to use the toilets and it sounded like some epiphany to me.
By the time it she was done with the washing, it was 1:07 pm. Kirti went to the drawing room and sat on the sofa, “My bladder feels like it is going to burst inside me” she said, wiggling and squirming.
“Do you want to end the hold?” I asked out of concern, “..you’re most welcome, if you want to. You’ve already held it for almost three hours which means a good six-hundred rupees, that’s not bad”
“No I think I can hold it a while longer, I need to pry out as much money as I possibly can” she replied, her body, utterly tensed now.
“Well , I was thinking , if you could pee into a bucket or something, we may get an idea of how much you are holding?” I stated , as I went to be seated next to her.
“Ya, I’m fine with that, but that means you’ve to pay me more” she replied.
“That sounds cool to me, do you want to watch a movie while you hold it?”
“No I still have a ton of work to do & I am absolutely going out of my mind needing to pee right now” she replied.
After another half an hour of dusting tables and chairs, she finally couldn’t hold on any longer and went to the toilet.
She peed into a bucket as we both had agreed earlier , “My bladder feels so stretched” ,she said, as she came out of the toilet, “…but it feels a ton better than before”
“That is a lot!” I exclaimed, looking at the sheer quantity she had let out into the bucket. I then carefully poured the contents of the bucket into a one-liter bottle, it almost filled to the brim.
Then I poured the reaming contents to another bottle of the same capacity as the previous one, it filled up to three-fourth , before the bucket ran empty. I guess it was roughly around 1700ml! Wow! I amazed to know that she had such copious bladder capacity!
She was shy at first when she saw that her pee had almost filled up both the bottles, but later stated, “No wonder I was so desperate to wee”.
I asked her to get a photo clicked with these two bottles filled with her pee and she agreed.
I paid her a total of 1200 rupees, yes that was more than what we had agreed upon, but we both were happy in the end.
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I wanted to try writing a story based off an original concept I had, so, here goes. Word of warning: No omorashi scenes yet, but I'd appreciate opinions and feedback on the concept. Or what you'd like to see if you're interested!
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The dappled morning light pouring through the forest canopy lit the pages of the open book in a young adventurer's lap as she sat on a mossy ole log, examining the illustrations. Her name was Colette Marience, and she was mildly experienced, having been in a few fights in his lifetime, and was handy with a couple types of weapons and equipment, but was about to make a somewhat dangerous trek through Sprite Glade, an area of forest inhabited by the sprites that give it its name. Sprites are odd creatures, taking the physical forms of young girls and standing at only around 2-3 feet tall, but with magical powers and a mischievous nature, loving to lead adventurers astray, they're a force to be reckoned with, and so a good bit of research beforehand is key to survival, which is exactly why said adventurer had her face stuffed in a guidebook. Her approach to travel was to always come prepared, which was why she was wearing a belt full of potions, a bag with handbooks and at least three different kinds of knives, her pack full of food.
Fire Sprites, she read, next to the accompanying sketch of a childlike being with a large puff of flaming-orange hair, were fire-wielding arsonists that enjoyed burning people and their surroundings, though were easily defeated with a bit of water magic. Light Sprites, with their distinctive white clothing and hair liked to blind adventurers with flashes of bright light, and were wise to avoid. But one particular type of sprite was regarded as the most dangerous of the Glade, and the type that should be avoided at all costs, unless you happened to be an utter fool.
Heart Sprites, despite their deceptively innocent sounding names, were a nightmare if encountered. With a nasty attitude and mischievous ways, they were a pain to be around. But with their ability to bind themselves to a human with a single touch of the chest, so that their hearts beat as one, they can never be brought apart, and they die as one, chances are, you'd end up spending your entire life with the brat as she exploited you and milked you for your food and money.
Finished reading and assured she knew the fauna of the Glade well enough, Colette closed the book, packed it away, and stood up. Knee-length green and gold robes fell down over leather-and-chain breeches, and judging by her chainmail gloves, the robes were covering similar armor over her torso. The mix of cloth and tough armor marked her as the sort of person who'd fight with both physical means and magical prowess. Red hair fell down just past her shoulders, and her gold eyes reflected the light. Her entire person seemed to rattle as the heavy-laden explorer set off towards the woods.
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The afternoon sun might have been shining down on her, if it weren't for the cast of clouds obscuring the sky and turning it a dull grey. Rain would announce itself shortly, and Colette didn't feel like getting caught out in it, so she was already working on pitching her tent again. She had made good progress today, and the local fairies and sprites didn't bother her nearly as much as she was preparing for. Since it looked like it might rain for a while, and she didn't like to travel by night, she decided now would be as good a time as any for a rest, since she'd been walking nonstop for days with few breaks. Her ultimate goal was Seagate, a large, prosperous port town where she could do business, but she wasn't in any particular hurry, so didn't mind removing all the bulk and relaxing in the warmth of her tent until tomorrow.
A bit later, she had a darkness fire going outside. Lighting a campfire - a beacon in the middle of the forest - was the epitome of bad ideas, especially when she was unarmed and only had on a tunic, trousers and boots. But thanks to her fire magic, the purple flames cooking her food cast very little light. At first, even with the special fire, she had felt naked without her armor, but it was uncomfortable and she had eventually gotten used to the fact that nothing would bother her.
...Which is why Colette's eyes went wide when she heard a branch snap just a tiny bit behind her. The adventurer turned her head, and saw something running in the shadows. An animal? Hopefully, it was an animal. Still, she extinguished her flame - the food was done, anyway - and watched in silence.
Seconds passed, then half a minute, and it seemed like whatever had just passed was gone. The girl brought up a glow of flame in her hand to light up the surrounding area, but jumped backwards when she saw what was standing before her.
With a grey dress, grey eyes and a heart-shaped head - hair bunched up on either side with the parting in the middle, and a dainty, pointed little chin, there was no doubting that the thing before her was an unbound Heart Sprite. Colette shrieked and stumbled backwards, and the sprite giggled in delight and gave chase. She was helpless, it was so close, all it had to do was touch her, and the thing's clothes, eyes, hair would all become a vibrant red as it became bound to her heart for life, sealing her fate for life, and a truly lousy fate at that.
The mischievous girl reached up a hand towards Colette's torso, the palm glowing. However, her efforts were dashed when the sprite received the adventurer's boot to her face, knocking her back into the dirt. Colette hurriedly shuffled backwards, but trees blocked her way, and the sprite was getting up again, and only looked annoyed now, wiping away a nosebleed.
What happened in the next few seconds, the girl wasn't entirely sure. She had rushed off in a different direction, but the sprite had cut her off somehow. It had made a wild leap for her, hand outstretched towards her chest. She had managed to move backwards, but had felt the thing's hand hit her somewhere lower, and the two both went tumbling to the ground.
Dazed, Colette looked up at her adversary, but the sprite didn't seem too keen on fighting anymore. The little thing looked on in horror at her body as the grey dress she was wearing took on a yellow-orange hue, and her hair and eyes filled in with the same amber hue. Colette gasped. The sudden color - that must mean that the Heart Sprite had managed to touch her, that they were bound. "You-" she tried to say, but was too horrified to talk. "You and I, we're... our hearts are linked, aren't they? They're one?" she finally managed.
The sprite looked on at the girl she'd have to share the rest of her life with. Her eyes were full of rage, but also fear. "No! No, you fool! You idiot! Our hearts aren't linked, our-" she cut off, looking at her clothes, then at Colette, and then at her abdomen, before finally blurting out in half-anger, half-shame, "Our-our bladders are. I missed." |
Oh wow, I realized I unintentionally named my character almost exactly like another one. So I'm changing her surname because I can't think about her name anymore without laughing. Blame my subconscious. Her name is now going to be Colette Arshiel, so that's why her surname suddenly changed from Marience if you're curious. Also if someone could tell me how to edit a post, if there is a way I'd be grateful, because I can't seem to find a button.
Regardless, thank you all very much for the feedback! Of course, I'll be continuing. Again, feel free to leave plot suggestions and particular aspects you'd like to see!
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The sound of birds chirping and the sight of bright sunlight pouring through the fabric of her tent was a good sign to Colette. The shadows of drops were still visible on the outside, but the pitter-patter that brought her to sleep was gone, so the rain must have let up overnight, meaning she could travel in good weather today. She pushed aside her blanket, slid out of the opening, and took a breath of the dewy morning air. It was a bit chilly, but a few layers of armor would negate that problem easily enough.
As it typically did in the mornings, her bladder felt full from last night's sleep, so she wandered out until she was far enough away from camp, squatted down, hiked her breeches up to her knees, and relieved herself. Some would call it unladylike, especially given she was from a reasonably wealthy family, but she's not a lady, she's an adventurer. She had been playing with swords and fire since she was old enough to hold the former and cast the latter. Her last concern at the moment was acting like her class, and you're not too likely to find a privy in the middle of nowhere.
Only when the constant hissing sound died away and the last few drops poured out of her did she hear a shriek back at camp. Colette's eyes grew wide as she realized what she'd done, and the state of her newly bound Heart Sprite as she approached revealed that it was too late to make up for it. Her fists were balled and her expression was murder. The front of her dress was somewhat wet, but the back was soaked completely with her own urine, and the rest soaked the inside of her legs and ran down onto her feet, leaving a little trail of drops in her wake.
"In case you haven't forgotten," the sprite hissed through clenched teeth, as yellow drops slowly fell off the back of her sodden dress, "We're bound now, and unfortunately for the two of us, it isn't through heartbeats, but our damn bladders, so I'd appreciate it if you let me know before you do that."
"I'm sorry." Colette offered. In truth, she was only half-sorry for the girl. Last night had been a nightmare as the sprite complained, blamed her for her own situation, and finally, stole her food before falling asleep in her bedding, so she had to sleep squished up against the girl, and she tended to move around a lot in her sleep.
"Yeah, right. If you cared you would have woken me up."
"I'm not used to any of this yet! If you weren't so careless in the first place, or just left me alone, neither of us would have to deal with any of this!"
"Leave you alone? Do you know how long a sprite lives without binding? Two years. And do you know how long humans live? Sixty! Seventy, even eighty! Some of those wizard types can live for hundreds, and I saw your fire, so you seemed like one! I didn't have a choice, okay!"
Colette was silent for a moment. It did seem like the only viable option for her, true, but at the same time, the realization that she was bound to this brat for life only dawned on her truly there, and that wasn't something she was likely to let go. Still, part of her still felt sorry for the sprite. "Alright, I understand. Let's... I suppose I should help you clean up."
As the human ran the sprite's dress through a stream with a few drops from a little vial of soap, she contemplated how exactly one is supposed to interact with a parasitic sprite. Should she exchange names? She'd seen a few unfortunate people with Heart Sprites before. One had managed to contain his in a cage, and another was simply allowing the girl to pester him constantly. Should she try to capture hers? Or would that be too cruel?
She looked at the wet but clean orange dress in her hands. Every time the sprite's hand hit her face when she was almost asleep, she felt like this would be a hate-hate relationship, but if she was washing her soiled clothes, then she probably didn't hate her as much as she thought she did. She quickly followed suit with the thing's undergarments and made her way back.
The sprite in question was lounging against the tent, wearing zilch. Finding clothes that fit the little thing had turned out to be impossible, seeing as Colette only had one change of clothes along with her armor. Going without her dress for a while didn't seem to bother the sprite, though. One of the first things Colette noticed about the sprite was the orange circle on the small of her back, about two inches in diameter. She claimed that it was usually red, and getting it was a very proud moment for all sprites. She refused to talk about it after that in embarrassment, and she didn't push any more questions about it.
"So..." Colette began as she hung the clothes out over the tent to dry, prompting the sprite to look up with mild interest. "My name is Colette. Colette Arshiel."
The sprite was silent for a moment before muttering something that sounded like 'Cheetah'.
"Sorry, what?" asked the girl.
"Hxia. Shee-ah. Get it into your head." she said coldly. Perhaps she was still angry.
"I see. Hello, Hxia. That's a bit of an unusual name you've got there." responded Colette, trying to relieve the tension.
Suddenly, Hxia groaned and glared at her bound human. "It's 'heart'." she snapped. "My name means 'heart' in our language, and it's a really, really honorable name. It's not unusual, so shut up!"
"Okay, okay, I will. It's a nice name, really." she hastily agreed. Judging by the way Hxia almost looked about to tear up when she said that, it's clear that having a name to remind you of your failures isn't pleasant. For the first time, Colette felt truly sorry for her. "Surely you're not the only sprite who's ever missed the heart, right?"
"No..." Hxia responded after a moment of silence. "No, I'm not the first. Lung Sprites, as we like to call them, are pretty funny sounding, but they're common, because it's easy to miss a bit to the left and the right. But when you breathe as one, you're still bound for life, so it's still a pretty noble connection. And I knew a Brain Sprite too, who completely took over her host's head." The sprite seemed a bit more pleasant as she talked, but when she finished her expression dropped and she looked down at her feet.
"Would that make you a Bladder Sprite?" asked Colette, but that was probably the worst question she could have asked there. "Don't call me that!" seethed Hxia, straightening up. "Don't EVER call me that! That's not what I am, that's not what I'll be, I-" she lapsed into an enraged faltering, before finally spitting, "I'm done with this." and ran off towards the woods.
Suddenly, Colette doubled over, letting out a pained moan, clutching her crotch tightly as it suddenly burned with a fiery pain, the worst desperation she had ever felt coming over her. She barely saw Hxia in the distance, through teary eyes, having the exact same experience. Despite having just gone not long ago, and the sprite's accident, both girls began to leak several drops of urine, Colette's landing in her undergarments and Hxia's dribbling down her legs, before the latter had the sense to walk back, and suddenly, the sensation was completely gone. But Colette could still feel the wet patch pressing against her.
Hxia was panting, still clutching herself despite the feeling having gone. "Alright, let's both agree to NOT do that. EVER."
Colette could only nod in agreement as the sprite left without another word, into the tent, and shut the door. She only left occasionally to check if her clothes were dry, and finally changed, but still didn't leave the tent or talk to the human. She was really acting like a child, she thought, but that's probably the nature of sprites.
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Not a word had passed between Colette and Hxia for a while. The human was content with this, because she could work on practicing her magical techniques without being bothered. She was working on a spell to ward off rain, thinking that it would probably be a good idea given yesterday's weather. However, she was beginning to find it hard to ignore the fact that the pressure had been growing in her bladder and she would have to relieve herself again soon. She decided it would be prudent to find the 'Bladder Sprite' and ask if they should go together.
However, upon arriving at the tent, she realized nobody was inside. "Hxia?" she called, looking around outside. Just then, she heard a whistle from behind. When she turned, the heart sprite was standing on the grass with her legs spread apart, her dress hiked up to her waist, and her panties lying around her ankles. Colette was about to yell, "No!", but before she could, the sprite grinned, relaxed her muscles, and began to let her pee fall towards the ground in a golden stream. Colette tried to tighten her muscles, to force her sphincter closed, shoved her hands between her legs, but it was useless; the contents of her bladder began to seep into her undergarments, then her breeches and boots.
Hxia finished, wiped herself with a page torn from Colette's spellbook, pulled her clothes back and winked, before running off. Colette in her soaked clothes stared in disbelief for a moment, before breaking into a sprint in rage. Hxia didn't last long with her shorter legs, but even as she was caught, dangled upside-down and scolded, her hysterical laughter didn't stop. |
"If we're going to be travelling together, we need to need to set down a few ground rules. And trust me, I don't intend to let our situation stop me from travelling."Hxia stared up at the human, a bored expression on her face. This rant had been continuing for quite a fair amount of time, and the sprite was fairly certain she had already gotten the gist of what she was trying to explain ten minutes ago. She would have preferred an extra period of punishment (which involved being tied to a tree for an hour) than having to listen to this. But she didn't voice that particular concern at the minute."We're headed for Seagate. It's not too far from the end of the glade, and I don't want to have to deal with these problems there. So from this point onwards, we're going to try and show each other a little bit of decency. Is that too hard?" Colette continued.She rolled her eyes, replying with a less-than-enthusiastic "Sure, whatever.", prompting the girl before her to give a rather hard stomp on her toes. "Okay, okay, I get it!" groaned Hxia, gritting her teeth. Perhaps she should start wearing shoes."Good. The next time you feel the need to pee, you tell me, and we go together. No 'forgetting' to tell me, no surprises, and no going before I'm ready. If you're able to give me that, then I won't do the same to you. I'm sure you dislike soaking yourself just as much as I do."The sprite couldn't lie. She wasn't overly fond of uncontrollable accidents. Waking up this morning in a puddle of her own urine was not a pleasant experience. Still, she hated being scolded like a child who didn't know how to control herself. "Fine." she huffed coldly."Then I'm glad we've got that cleared up. We're leaving first thing tomorrow, so you'd better behave, or things won't be pleasant for you, you brat." Colette threatened, and this time Hxia only rewarded that sentence with a curt nod, before running off to be by herself.She'd already gotten a good sense of how far away from the human was too far, and going to the nearby river didn't seem to go over the boundary of their connection. They had accidentally been separated a few more times, and every instance had the disastrous consequence of giving her the greatest fullness her little bladder had ever felt before, so she was cautious to try pushing those limits. The sprite sat by the riverbed and soaked her feet in the water. Her very orange reflection stared up at her. She sighed, and watched her mirror do the same. How sad it looked. Probably because word would be spreading about how it was that color. Every other sprite in the Glade would be hearing about how the poor reflection had bound itself to a human's bladder. It would be the subject of jokes, of teasing, and stories told to young sprites to make them giggle.The sun started to set, and her reflection in the pink water almost started to look red. Hxia stared, and then kicked it away, sending ripples all over. It's fake, it's a gift she'll never get, and it's only there to taunt her. She realized that, just how long she'd been there, she didn't even remember. But it was starting to get cold, so she turned around and made her way back.Colette was sitting in front of a fire, reading another book. Hxia realized that her bladder was starting to get uncomfortably full, but she didn't want to start that conversation. Without saying a word, the sprite fled into the sanctuary of the tent, where she huddled under the human's covers for warmth. She turned her head and saw her stack of reading material. None of the characters on any of the books made any sense to her. Sprites only used verbal communication, and writing and reading were foreign concepts to her. Something compelled her to flick through the pages, however, and she opened the tome at the marked position. Plastered all over the double page were images of sprites. Her own subspecies included. She then turned back to the beginning, and started to look through at all the drawings. Among the oddest were winged, fire-breathing reptiles, boars with flaming tusks, stick-thin beings as tall as trees, and beasts made of slime. Did creatures like this even exist? And just outside her peaceful forest, too? Even though she couldn't make out a single letter, the images captivated Hxia's curiosity for an hour, and then a picture-heavy book on magic for another, and then-A jolt of pain shot through her lower body. Just then, she remembered her predicament, and the fact that she had to pee. Badly, now. How long had it been? The sky outside was dark, and the tent was only lit by candlelight. If everything she knew about her own species was true, then shouldn't Colette have had to go just as badly, and if so, why hadn't she said anything? Perhaps she was just as absorbed as the sprite was in her work? Hxia rubbed herself through her underwear, trying to relieve the pressure somewhat. She would have gone a long time ago before, but she didn't want to seem weak and be the first one to bring it up. Surely, Colette wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. So, resolutely, the sprite crossed her legs and continued to read.More time passed, and by now she was sitting on her heel and bobbing up and down slightly. She could really feel it now, the painful pressure of all that liquid inside her, and it was getting a lot harder to distract herself from that feeling. She took a peek outside the tent, letting out the quietest of moans as she bent down to push the flap aside and felt the pressure increase. Colette was sitting in her place, but one hand was jammed between her legs and she was shifting around. Why was she trying to endure this? Was it some sort of test, did the sprite have to ask first? Was she being made to degrade herself like that? Even so, she'd rather not endure holding it in anymore, so she stood up, and walked over to the human, holding her crotch tightly with one hand. "You know," she began, "Just in case you didn't realize, we really have to pee."Colette finally looked up at that point and smiled. "See? That wasn't too difficult, was it?" she asked, the sound of her voice ever so slightly pained. "Come on, we'll go a bit away from the tent." Hxia practically ran to the edge of the clearing, dropped her panties, and waited in frustration for the human to get all the way over, undo her belt and slide her breeches off. It was torturous to be exposed to the wind, and it would have been so easy to go right there in spite, but she didn't, out of what respect she still had for the human. Finally, Colette began to speak.What she said, however, Hxia didn't hear. She was too busy staring forward in terror at the beast that had just appeared. A huge mass of shaggy fur and claws, there was no doubting it was a bear. And it had stumbled into her campsite. The sprite frantically tapped the human's arm and pointed, and as soon as she saw the mammal, she pulled up her clothes, prompting Hxia to do the same, and the sprite barely had enough time to slide her undergarments back before she was grabbed the girl as she dived into the brush, getting down low to hide. Unfortunately, Hxia had ended up positioned under all of the human's weight, and although neither dared move a muscle, their abdomens were touching, and the pressure on both their bladders was unbearable. Tears formed in Hxia's eyes. This was almost as bad as what happened when they were separated. Nobody talked, but Hxia could hear the girl's pained breaths, and she was having trouble silencing her moans.Hxia started to pant. One little drop leaked into her panties. And then another. The sprite was trying her hardest to hold on, but she started to lose spurts. She felt a wet spot start to grow on her front, but had no idea if it was her own pee or Colette's. Eventually, she was unable to hold on anymore, and with a long, almost-silent gasp, she relaxed her bladder and released the torrent it contained. She hardly felt herself peeing at all, only the intense feeling of relief and the massive amount of wetness suddenly pouring into her clothes from her own bladder and from above. Colette was shaking, and in a second the sprite realized she was too. It seemed to last forever, until finally she became aware of the cessation of a hissing sound she hadn't even noticed at first. They may not have been bound by heart, but both their hearts were beating quickly.The urine was warm. Colette was warm. The sprite relaxed in the embrace of both, clinging on to the latter tightly, her eyes squeezed shut. She didn't want to look and see the bear. If she tried, it almost felt like she was in a warm bath. For the first time, she felt safe in Colette's protection. Nothing could get her now.Finally, the girl moved, and scanned the area. "It's gone." she said, prompting Hxia to open her eyes. "It must not have noticed us. You're safe, don't worry.""I'm sorry." both girls said at the same time."I'm sorry for making you pee, C-Colette, for p-peeing on you, I couldn't hold it-" stammered the sprite. She looked about ready to cry."No, I'm sorry for making you hold it so long, it was cruel of me, I shouldn't have." said Colette, cutting the other girl off. "I can't believe you waited that long. You shouldn't have." She reached forwards and pulled the sprite into a hug, and the two wet girls shared their warmth for a good minute. Both were relieved to have been unharmed, and relieved in a more bodily way.Hxia realized two things as she slept huddled up next to the human that night, after they had bathed in the river. That Colette wasn't nearly as bad as she had thought she was going to be... and that she liked the feeling of wetting herself a lot more than she had previously thought. |
Over the next few days, the trees grew more sparse as Colette continued her journey with her newly acquired Heart Sprite tagging along. They were nearing the edge of the forest, and soon would be thrust out of their peaceful trek through the woods back into the busy lifestyle of an adventurer. She tried to avoid thinking of how complicated it would be now, and assured herself that it would probably be like having a familiar, which most mages could manage without a problem. She did look the part of a proper sorceress. The morning after their experience with the bear, Colette had donned her chainmail and robes once more, packed up everything into her bag, and pushed onward.Unsurprisingly, Hxia the forest sprite, not used to travelling, had complained a lot. The continuous drone of 'I'm tired', 'my legs hurt', 'my feet are sore' and 'I'm hungry' never seemed to stop, but she didn't feel like reducing her pace just so the short creature could catch up. Emptying their bladders, at least, hadn't proved to be a problem. The sprite seemed like she was finally willing to cooperate, and there was only one accident when she slid down a hill, breaching the critical distance and sending them both into a very short-lived fit of desperation, but they laughed about it after and cleaning up wasn't hard, since Hxia didn't wear too many clothes and Colette had managed to get hers off before she leaked too much."Can we stop? I'm tired." asked the sprite, looking absolutely miserable trying to keep up with the pace one morning. Colette would have given her the usual response and kept walking, but she was tired of all the complaining and felt somewhat sorry for the girl too, so hoisted her up onto her shoulders and carried her. This quieted her, thankfully, at least until they reached the boundary of the forest.From the forest's edge to the sea there stretched a large grassland, filled with hills fields of tall grass and flowers. It wasn't an unusual sight to Colette, who had grown up in a nearby city. But to the sprite, who had never seen anything outside the forest, it was apparently very, very interesting. She almost lost her balance as Hxia bobbed from side to side trying to take everything in. "Ack, stop moving! Calm down, you're going to knock me over!" she exclaimed. The sprite stopped, but continued to pester her with questions about what everything was as they walked. It was a new side to Hxia, and no less annoying, but at least she was happy.By the end of the day, after a tiring walk with only one stop to rest and eat, as the sun was setting over the horizon, they came upon the city of Seagate. Even at this time in the evening, people were busy at work, and the smells of salt, sea and fish filled the air. They passed large carts full of supplies coming up and down the roads that almost knocked the little sprite over, buildings full of music and people, and alleyways and markets and docks. Colette was scanning the streets for an inn to stay in when she noticed that Hxia was no longer by her side.---Clothes, this stall was selling. Clothes of all colors, shapes and sizes, hats and boots and scarves and jewelry too. The next one was fish, and reeked. Hxia made a point of avoiding that one and the smell. She supposed the baker's stand next to it might have smelled enticing if not for the lingering aroma of fish. The next stall, however, had a whole set of strong and unusual smells. All that was being sold was bottles, but they were filled with liquids of all sorts of colors."What are these?" the sprite asked, taking hold of a couple glass vials full of colorful sludges. Shortly after, they were suddenly grasped away by the vendor. "The golden one is a luck potion, and one of my most expensive, so please do be careful." he said. The first thing Hxia noticed was his thick beard, and then the beautiful robes covering his fat body. He must have been a mage, and a rich one. "That one there's a simple health potion, but I doubt you'd be interested in the blue one. It's only a diuretic, to help you pass liquid. For doctors to buy, really. Perhaps I could interest a sweet girl like yourself in a love elixir? Perhaps you've got your heart set on a boy?""No, thank you." Hxia replied. But I've got my bladder bound to a girl, she thought, before quietly chuckling to herself and running back over to Colette. The potions seller didn't even notice the sprite slip 3 of his diuretic potions into her pocket.---Colette was about to call out, but felt Hxia bump into her side. "Hxia!" she scolded in frustration. "Don't run off like that, you could get lost, and you know that's going to end up being a disaster." She wondered if this is what being a mother felt like. Would a child be easier to handle than a sprite? "There'll be time to explore tomorrow, but we're going to find somewhere to sleep for now. And we'd better do it quick, it's getting dark." she explained. She also was hungry and her bladder was starting to fill up. Hopefully Hxia would find that an incentive for her to hurry up too, because no doubt she could feel it.The somewhere to sleep ended up being a rather large inn near the docks. It had two floors, and a set of tables and chairs outside. Several people were sitting and eating, and the sounds of merryment provided a nice atmosphere. "This looks nice, doesn't it?" asked Colette, and got a nod of approval in response from Hxia. She purchased a room for the night, and began to store all of her armor in a chest by the foot of her bed, replacing it with a white tunic with gold buttons, knee-length sky-blue skirt, and nicer boots. It was a large, nice room, with decorative nautical tapestries and new candles, as well as a comfortable carpet and feather beds. She contemplated visiting the privy, but Hxia hadn't complained and her need wasn't urgent, and the food downstairs smelled really good, so she decided it wouldn't hurt to get a bite to eat first.---Hxia didn't really like the inn. It was comfortable, sure, but it was full of people, people who hadn't seen a girl with bright amber hair before and gave her weird looks, screaming children, and at least one person who seemed to recognize what she was and scowled at her. In return, she gave the man a rude gesture and made several children laugh. She was tired, too, and somewhat needed to relieve herself. She didn't complain when Colette decided to eat first, though, since she liked the scent of the food just as much as the human did.It looked just as good as it smelled, if not better. The fresh fish stank earlier, but laid out on a plate it looked amazing. Hxia wanted to try the ale, but Colette wouldn't let her, saying she didn't want to look like an irresponsible parent giving her daughter a strong drink. She complained at that: Their hair colors were different and they looked nothing like each other, but in the end had to settle for wine.As she stared at her drink, a very mischievous idea began to form in her head. When Colette wasn't looking, she reached into her pocket, uncorked one of the vials, emptied it into her cup, and then downed it.The effect wasn't instantaneous. She continued to eat for a few minutes, but only as she was finishing did she suddenly feel a sudden, urgent pressure in her bladder. Under the table, she squeezed her crotch tightly. She was anticipating it, but even then the suddenness of it was surprising. Colette, however, looked much more startled, and pressed both of her hands tightly against herself. Hxia smiled knowingly.---Perhaps she had been enjoying herself too much and hadn't noticed how badly she had to go? Colette loosened her grip, feeling her bladder throb. The sensation came so suddenly, and she had hardly touched her drink. She looked at Hxia, wondering if she'd felt the same thing, but the sprite was smiling politely. She wondered if she wasn't saying anything because she didn't want to make her stop eating. "Don't worry, Hxia, we'll go back inside right-" she began to say in consolation, but before she could finish her sentence, someone stumbled into her.A man no older than herself by the look of it, clothed in ragged garments. Clearly, he had tripped, and the impact had made Colette leak a tiny spurt into her underwear. She heard Hxia release a soft moan across the table, and quickly squeezed her legs together. She would have grabbed herself, but not in public. She turned to look at the man, but only then did she realize he was carrying a knife. And her bag.Immediately, she stood up, trying to ignore her full bladder, grabbed Hxia by the hand and gave chase. The sprite knew better than to just let herself be dragged and clung onto the girl's back. Colette must have looked an odd sight, chasing a thief with a sprite on her back, but the sprite was light and didn't slow her down much, and she managed to grab a hold of the man's sleeve. He turned, but before he could move to hurt Colette, he was frozen up to his neck in ice with one short incantation from the girl. She ripped her bag out of his frozen hand. People nearby cheered. The thief cursed. She could hear her heart beating, and she could feel the inside of her panties clinging damply to the skin of her girlhood. The pressure in her bladder was torturous and threatened to leak even more. She could feel Hxia's legs tightening desperately around her waist, the sprite's nails digging into her shoulders."You chose the wrong mage to mess with." Colette finally managed to say, before turning to walk back to the inn. Her voice sounded quiet and like a gasp, but it didn't matter now. All that mattered was getting herself - and Hxia - to the privy. She put her back around her waist and used the opportunity to firmly squeeze herself. She didn't want to remove her hand, but did. Walking back to the inn without dancing about was a struggle.---Hxia was wondering if this was worth it. The potion was much stronger than she had expected, and things weren't exactly going according to plan. Once Colette bought them both in to use the privy, she intended to go ahead and lock herself in, forcing Colette to find somewhere to go in the room whilst she was sitting pretty on top of the basin. However, the sprite was beginning to wonder if she'd even be able to make it all the way back to the inn. She was hugging the human tightly with her legs and had such a firm grip on the crotch of her panties she could feel each individual drop of urine leaking out. There was a small wet spot pooling in the fabric against her fingers, her distended bladder having trouble keeping it all in. "H-hurry up!" she whispered to Colette. "I-I'm leaking. And y-you are too, I'm sure."It hurt, but despite that, there was something exciting about the whole scenario of having nowhere to go. Sure, it was exciting to pull pranks, and watching Colette struggle was enjoyable in itself, but... her own predicament was making her feel all shaky and warm inside, and sometimes amongst the pangs of pain she felt surges of something else that felt good.---Against all odds, the two managed to get back to their room in the inn. Every time Colette's foot hit the ground, she felt a bit of pee leak out with the impact, feeling like she was carrying a bowl of water that she couldn't keep balanced. She let out a quiet moan-like sob as she felt a slightly larger spurt fill her already wet undergarments, watching a few drops drip out from beneath her skirt. When she got to the top of the stairs and entered her room, the privy door only seconds away, she almost let everything out in relief, but managed to hold on.Colette let Hxia slide off her back, and held the sprite's hand as she rushed towards her relief. But only then did she realize that she had a bit of a problem. One basin to use, two people needing to use it together. "Hxia, y-you'll have to... you'll have to sit in front of me, or someth-thing." she said, turning to look at the sprite. The poor thing was shaking and had her hands stuffed tightly between her legs, a somewhat obvious wet patch forming around her arms on her dress. The human pulled her skirt and undergarments off hastily and sat on top of the fine basin. It took every bit of willpower she had not to immediately let go, because she had to wait for the sprite."Hxia!" she exclaimed desperately, as she started to leak larger and larger spurts, watching the girl in front of her do the same, the patch on her dress expanding. "C-come quickly, sit down." Hxia stumbled towards the basin and took a seat squashed up against Colette's front, hovering over the basin, but only sat desperately grabbing at her front, not making any other movements. "Hurry, take off y-your-" Colette began to say, but gasped. The spurts had turned into a steady trickle and she felt if she talked any more she'd lose it. "I c-c-can't." the sprite sobbed.Suddenly, the small trickle of urine became a loud, strong flow as the human girl was unable to hold it back. She moaned in relief as her stream poured out of her. Hxia did as well, but was completely drenching her underwear and dress, breathing frantically. Finally, their streams died down together, the only sound their breathing and Hxia's clothes dripping into the basin. They sat there for a brief moment, both content, before getting up.Colette pulled up her skirt, leaving her panties aside, wiping tears from her eyes and smiling, but that quickly turned into a frown when she saw how pitiable Hxia looked, tears streaming down her face, and her standing there shakily. The wet patch on her dress stretched almost up to where her navel would be, and the entire lower part was soaked and clinging to her skin. "Oh, you poor thing, I'm sorry..."---Hxia was toweling off from a nice warm bath while Colette got one of her own. Her wet clothes were on the floor, so she took the two remaining vials out of the pocket, toweled them dry, and hid them under a loose floorboard. She had no doubt that she would want to use them again. The evening was exciting in a way she'd never known excitement before. Colette had apologized and tried to comfort her when she saw her standing there shakily, but the sprite didn't have the heart to tell her that it wasn't because she was upset. In fact, she had thoroughly enjoyed releasing the contents of her extremely full bladder into her clothes. Enjoyed it so much that it had all culminated with an amazing sensation that made her feel excited beyond belief and left her tired afterwards. All she knew was that she wanted to feel that again.She made a mental note to try and get herself and Colette that highly desperate as much as she possibly could. |
Almost a year later, my muse is back, so I decided I'd continue this story! Sorry for the letdown when I stopped before, unfortunately my urge to write is really fickle. But hey, enjoy the new chapter!
________________________________________________The next morning, Colette awoke to the warm sunlight shining in through the old glass window, the smell of salt in the air, the sounds of seabirds calling and the busy townspeople, and a strange wetness surrounding her. She sat up in bed, and quickly realized that she was sitting in a huge puddle of her own urine. Throwing off her blanket, she stood up. Her silk nightdress was sopping wet, and clung to her skin, and the bedsheets were soaked and stained. Her first thought was utter shame and horror - she hadn't wet the bed since she was a little girl, and couldn't believe she'd done it now. A few seconds later, she remembered Hxia, and realized that the pesky sprite must have gone to the bathroom without waking her up. Her eyes narrowed angrily, and she went into the bathroom to confront her, except Hxia wasn't there.Colette heard a little yawn from behind her, and turned around to see that Hxia was in fact still asleep in bed. She stepped over to the other girl and pulled off the bedsheets, and sure enough, the sprite was also soaked to the skin in pee. It was obvious that she was the one responsible, since Colette would never do something as childish as wetting the bed. Of course, due to their unfortunate predicament, if Hxia had a bedwetting problem, then she would be forced to live with it too. Groaning in frustration, the sorceress nudged the sprite awake."Hey, Hxia, get up. You made a mess of yourself, and by extension, me."Hxia rolled over and slowly opened her eyes, seeming somewhat confused."Wha...?""You wet yourself, and you made me do it too. Just look!"Hxia sat up and gazed down at her soaked form, and turned as red as a tomato as she glared at Colette. "I DID NOT!" she exclaimed. "You're just blaming it on me because you think you're so much better than me! I've never done this in my entire life, except that time when you made me! How dare you accuse me of having no control over myself! I'll have you know-""Okay, okay, okay." Colette interrupted. "I'm sorry, I take full responsibility, just stop whining. Let's just calm down and get ourselves changed."At that point, there came a knock on the door. "Excuse me! I've got a message for Lady Arshiel!"Colette and Hxia exchanged a quick glance. Both girls were dripping with their own urine, and answering the door wasn't something either of them wanted to do in their current state."Lady Arshiel?""C-coming!"Colette rushed to her pack and threw on a long coat, which almost covered her nightgown and made the fact that she had wet herself mostly unnoticeable. Hopefully, the messenger wouldn't notice. She flung open the door, putting on a hasty smile. "Hello, sorry!" she exclaimed. "You said you had a message?""Yes, milady, from the Duke."Colette's eyes widened. The Duke of Seagate was a busy man. It wasn't every day you got contacted by the leader of a town. "From the Duke?" she asked again in surprise."Yes, milord requests your presence at a banquet this evening, as a means of rewarding your skillfull capture of the wanted thief Gregar Claine. He would be honored should you choose to attend."Colette remembered the man who had attempted to rob her, and the bewildered look on his face when she had encased him from head to toe in magical ice. "Of course." she answered. "Tell the Duke I'll be there, and offer him my many thanks."The messenger nodded briefly, bowed, and then shut the door. As soon as it clicked into place, Hxia burst into excited squeals and began dancing around the room. "A banquet, a banquet!" she cried gleefully. "Good food, good food! I'm so excited!" She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Colette, happily bouncing up and down."Hey, stop, you're still wet, and you're going to ruin my coat, too!" the mage said, pushing the sprite away. "Give me your clothes, I'll have to wash them again if you want to go out anywhere tonight."---Later that evening, Colette, dressed in the fanciest gown she had in her possession, and Hxia, clad as usual in her amber dress, arrived at Seagate Castle. Important folk from all around had gathered in the main hall, lining up to enter the dining hall. The wonderful aroma of expensive food drifted through the air, and Colette actually had to tell Hxia to stop salivating all over herself. Colette was used to this kind of thing; she came from a noble family and was often required to attend royal parties for political reasons. At least this time, she was invited for her heroism.As she approached the entrance to the dining hall, she was stopped by a guard, who quickly found her name on a list, and allowed her entry. Hxia, however, was met with much more suspicion."Who are you? You don't look like a guest.""T-that's... my... s-sister!" Colette hurriedly came up with. At no point had she assumed that Hxia would be refused entry, and suddenly, she feared that they would be separated. If Hxia wasn't allowed to wait just outside the door, then the consequences would be absolutely disastrous for the both of them. The little sprite's expression mirrored Colette's, clearly she was thinking the same thing."I see. Unfortunately, she will have to wait outside. The Duke wishes to maintain a careful control of his company, and bratty children do not make for ideal banquet guests.""Who are you calling bratty, you pretentious pile of dung!?" Hxia exclaimed indignantly, looking about ready to punch the guard. Colette had to restrain her. "Well, if she must." she said. "Dear sister, be good and wait outside, and don't get up to any mischief while I'm gone, alright?"
Colette was beginning to hold up the guests, so she hurriedly disappeared into the banquet hall as the sprite watched with a defeated expression. Oh, she had a terrible, terrible feeling about this.---Hxia was miserable. The little bladder sprite sat slumped against the wall, idly playing with her fingers. The banquet had begun twenty minutes ago, and she was hungry, bored out of her mind, and had to pee slightly, and had no way of asking Colette's permission, since the sorceress was having so much fun eating her exquisite meal with the pompous aristocracy. Oh, how she longed to be in there, surrounded by delectable food and drink...Drink. The wine must have been good, because Colette was evidently having a lot of it. She could feel herself becoming fuller as the minutes passed. She couldn't ignore it now, she needed a bit of relief. Colette, having fun, probably wouldn't notice such a need, but Hxia had nothing else to occupy her mind with, and was shifting uncomfortably. She was tempted to just go to the privy on the other side of the room and have a quick pee, and vent her frustration by humiliating Colette in front of the Duke's ensemble, but something stopped her.It wasn't common decency, no, normally Hxia would have loved nothing more than to humiliate Colette in this sort of situation. No, the reason she wasn't going was because... she kind of liked it.Mentally admitting that made her feel kind of weird. What kind of gross weirdo liked holding in their pee?...She did, apparently. She looked down, lifted up her dress slightly, and placed a hand on her belly, over her bladder, feeling how hard and sensitive it was. She shuddered a little. For some reason, having to go made her feel a little shaky and excited, especially knowing that Colette had to go too. Her hand moved down, gliding over her panties. To her surprise, she was already wet, but she was nowhere near desperate enough to have started leaking yet. Regardless, it felt good. Adventurous and exciting thoughts began to fill her head. She wanted to do more, to experiment further, but not with the guards in the room. She stood up, made her way over to the privy, entered and locked herself in.---Colette had finished what had probably been the best meal she'd had in a while, and was feeling slighty woozy from the expensive wine. She had been eagerly discussing her recent victory against a clan of necromancers that sought to resurrect an ancient giant, to the awe of her audience. (She was a lot less modest when drunk.) However, she had also been ignoring a rather pressing urge to pee, and had to excuse herself when she felt more of the wine hit her.She gazed around quickly to spot Hxia, but to her confusion, the little sprite was nowhere to be found. She turned towards the privy, and to her horror, saw the door shut. She ran over to it and pounded on the door. "Hxia, you little mischievous bitch! Open this door right now."The door did not open. Colette gave it another few hard knocks. "I said open it. This is not the time for your stupid pranks! Do you think I can wet myself here? I'll become the laughingstock of the entire city!"---Hxia was breathing heavily. This was just one of her typical pranks, it shouldn't have felt like this. And yet it did. Her full bladder, the idea of Colette's equally full bladder, the thought of being able to make the human wet herself whenever she chose... The exciting feeling was crawling all over her entire body. She reached a shaky hand into her pocket and withdrew one of her little blue diuretic potions. Popping the cork out, she downed the contents of the vial. She said nothing in response to Colette's questions, only smiled in satisfaction.---"UGH." Colette exclaimed in frustration, giving one last feeble pound on the door, before she gave up and made her way back to the table. She'd be holding it, it seemed. She had to go badly, but she could definitely make it another hour or so before-All of a sudden, Colette felt as if a bomb had dropped into her bladder. She doubled over and gasped as a small spurt of urine escaped into her undergarments. The entire table was staring at her. She straightened herself up and smiled, even though her poor bladder was screaming."Sorry, I believe I ate a little too much, is all. I blame the absolutely delicious food you've prepared, my lord. I'm fine, don't worry.The table seemed to accept her excuse. Colette took her seat, and as soon as she was hidden beneath the tablecloth, jammed her hand into her crotch and squeezed herself as tightly as she could. What was with these sudden huge surges in desperation she'd been experiencing lately? She had no idea what to do. She felt as if she'd soak herself if she even tried to move."Oh, I almost forgot," said the Duke, "I managed to procure this bottle of Year 582 Mountainside Vineyards at a market in Port Heming a few months ago. I was saving it for a special occasion, and I'm simply dying to taste it, so do sample it with me."Had she not been in public, Colette would have cried.---
Hxia sat on the basin, her undergarments around her ankles, her dress hiked up to her waist. The potion had taken effect quickly, and the effort required to contain the huge amount of liquid in her tiny little bladder was extraordinary. She massaged herself with her fingers, feeling the dampness in her nether regions, squirming in a mixture of extreme desperation and intense pleasure. This was one of the most unfamiliar sensations she'd ever felt, but also one of the most extraordinary. Her body rocked back and forth as she played with herself, every little move sending out another tiny spurt of urine. She was moaning quietly now, unable to contain herself. Everything felt too good.She imagined Colette experiencing the same level of desperation, leaking and spurting and grabbing herself in front of everybody else. The thought was too much for Hxia. The feeling in her began to rise in an enormous crescendo, and she began to move her hands faster and faster. Excitement overcame her, and she floated in ecstasy for a few seconds before her body tightened and her bladder exploded. Urine surged out of her with a deafening hiss, filling her hands and splattering into the basin. She moaned in pleasure, continuing to feebly stroke herself as a waterfall of pressure left her. Eventually, she was left sitting on the filled basin, drenched in sweat, panting.---Colette gripped the wine glass in her hand so hard a few cracks appeared. Her entire body tightened. She quickly stood up, but found herself unable to move. Her bladder felt as heavy as her travel pack. Every pair of eyes in the room was on her, and her face was flushed in shame. She was shaking and sobbing in sheer desperation, no longer able to control her body."L-lady Arshiel!" the Duke exclaimed. "Are you alright!? What's the matter!?"The dam burst. Colette leaned forward, gave a massive single sob, and began to completely flood her clothes, hot urine splattering her gown all over. The banquet guests gasped and stared as Colette began to convulse and cry. She had been so desperate that even the relief was painful. It seemed to go on for a minute, and when her stream finally dribbled to a stop, everyone stared silently in utter shock as she fell to her knees in the puddle she'd just made.---"I still can't believe you." Colette said to Hxia later, as the two bathed together to remove the scent of the urine that clung to them both. "In front of the entire banquet hall! That's not a prank, Hxia, that's... Well, you're lucky the Duke was so understanding. Still, I don't think anybody will ever look at me with a hint of respect again."Hxia stared silently at her legs. "Sorry, Colette." she offered.Colette sighed. "And honestly, that was the worst I've ever needed to piss in my entire life. Worse than when we get too far apart. I can't believe you'd endure that just for the sake of a prank."The sprite shrugged. "It's fun."Such an understatement. |
This is my first story here in a while, so I'm probably a little rusty. I decided to try something new, and went for a bit of a surreal story. The style's not something I'm quite sure works yet, so I'd love to hear what you guys think of it. Does the style enhance the story? Do you want to hear more? Or maybe there's something that stands out for me to improve? Let me know in the comments once you're finished the story. ^^
This is the story of a girl named Anna.
Anna was plagued with terrible insomnia. Night after night, no matter how tired she became, sleep was something that always eluded her. Having reached a point at which it became seriously detrimental to her health, with no external cause observable, her parents finally turned to a professional for medical help. Doctors recommended all sorts of sleeping pills and advanced treatments, but nothing seemed to work for more than a night or two at most. The parents insisted that a cure be found for their daughter's condition, so finally the doctor recommended an experimental relaxation drug. While the drug did have side effects, all the parents needed to hear was that they were harmless, and it was a done deal.
Willing to try anything for the first good night's rest she'd have had in months, Anna downed the recommended dose of her new pills with a glass of water, and crawled into bed.
The first night
Anna found herself lying on her back in a pool of water.
It was comfortable. Relaxing.
But where was she?
She turned her head from side to side, trying to grasp her surroundings. It seemed like the water went on forever.
Was she in an ocean?
No, there was certainly a tile floor beneath her. She refocused. Her surroundings finally started to come into view. She was in a public pool. Indoor, outdoor, she couldn't tell. It was long, rectangular, and filled with people. People minding their own business.
And there she lay. In the middle of the pool, floating on the surface of the water.
Comfortable. Relaxed.
When did she get here?
She didn't remember coming to the pool. She certainly didn't remember her usual summertime routine of changing into her swimsuit and gleefully diving into the deep end.
She definitely didn't remember changing into her swimsuit. She wasn't wearing her swimsuit.
Why?
There she lay, in the middle of the pool, floating on the surface of the water, completely nude. Nobody seemed to notice or mind. She didn't seem to mind. The surface of the water caressed her bare skin. Her arms. Her legs. Her waist. Her thighs. And everything in between. The water gently glided across her girlhood, rocking up and down with the motions of the pool.
It was comfortable. Relaxing.
Anna awoke with a start. Where was she? In her bed, of course. She remembered climbing into the sheets. Did she fall asleep? What time was it? The clock read 3:24. Surely she had fallen asleep, but why was she awake? She noticed she was panting, covered in sweat. It must have been an uneasy sleep. But there was something else, a restless feeling in her lower regions.
Several moments passed as she assessed her situation, ample time for her to regain composure. More alert, she quickly attributed the feeling she felt to a dangerously full bladder, and knew better than to ignore it. Anna leaped out of bed, her body heavy and weak, and lumbered down the hall to the bathroom. The light was already on; her parents must have forgotten to turn it off. It was convenient enough, as it guided her to her destination. In her fatigued state she neglected to close the door, though her parents were surely asleep by now so it didn't largely matter to her. She just wanted to release the weight in her bladder. With hardly a moment to spare, she quickly dropped her pajama shorts and baby-blue panties beneath them, sat down on the porcelain bowl, and relaxed.
Finally she was free to think. What disturbed her sleep so much? It couldn't have just been her bladder. She seemed to recall having a dream, but what was it about. What dream could have made her so uncomfortable? So agitated? She didn't remember. Anna sighed, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed. That is, until she realized that her bladder hadn't yet emptied. No, as she sat there, muscles relaxed, her bladder remained filled, nagging at her. Torturing her.
Fatigue struck again.
Wanting to feel her warm bed, Anna hastily accepted that her efforts for relief had failed and stood up from the toilet. Absent-mindedly leaving her panties and shorts behind, she stepped through the open door into the hallway. Again she lost focus, and found that she could no longer grasp her surroundings.
She became lightheaded, but soon her whole body became light as well, and she felt comfortable. She felt relaxed.
Looking back and forth, she tried to gather her location once again. It seemed bright. She was outside.
When did she get outside?
She didn't remember. She didn't care. Leaning back she plopped herself down on the ground, her bare bottom pressing against the grass below. Was it grass? It was soft and somewhat cold. The damp grass gently brushed against her skin, lulling and soothing her.
Legs spread, arms back, she enjoyed the comfortable atmosphere. The relaxing atmosphere.
Anna's eyes fluttered open, meeting a bright, flickering light. Where was she now? Where had she been? Her eyes adjusted to the light; she was beneath a tree. The sun shone down through the thick collection of leaves and dotted her shaded self. She looked around, and found that she was outside, in the public park near her doctor's office. She started to remember. She had been to the doctor's today to pick up her new insomnia medication. But what happened next? Hazy images flashed in her mind. She remembered being in her bed, a pool, her bathroom. Did any of that happen? She thought harder. After the visit to the doctor's her parents took her for a walk in the park. The weather was comfortable. It would be relaxing. Had she taken a moment to rest under this tree and fallen asleep? That didn't make sense. She hadn't taken the medication yet.
Anna sat up, wanting to look for where her parents had gone. The grass beneath her felt soft on her bare skin.
No, that couldn't be right.
Again she found herself nude.
Why?
Again nobody noticed. Again nobody minded. For a moment Anna's thinking became clear and this experience became lucid. She questioned her surroundings, her memories. That moment didn't last long enough for her to find any answers.
Soon fatigue returned to her and lulled her body back into its state of comfort. Of relaxation.
There Anna sat, her bare body pressed against the grass. The light shining throught the trees grew bright. She closed her eyes. Letting her arms loosen, she lied back down again. Her memories of the night slowly returned to her mind and melded together. The cool breeze and damp grass caressed her bare skin as the water did. She started to sweat, as she had in her uneasy sleep.
But she felt comfortable. Relaxed.
And again she felt that pressure she had failed to release. A full bladder. Unlike before the feeling didn't come with urgency. She simply lay there. Nude. Unmoving. Her muscles became at ease. Unhindered, her bladder emptied. The golden liquid spilled from between her lips in a gentle flow. As the weight lifted from her bladder her whole body felt light. It was bliss. For what seemed like ages and more she emptied her urine into the further-dampening grass. Its warmth contrasted with the cool breeze, but that only made it feel nicer. The stream continued, pooling beneath her bottom. Her legs. Saturating the ground below.
It was comfortable. Relaxing.
Head pounding, ears ringing, Anna awoke in her bed. The morning sun shone through a small gap in her curtains, dimly lighting her dark bedroom. For reasons she didn't understand, she felt awful. She turned over to look at the clock, barely able to keep her eyes open. It read 8:13. Throwing her head back into her ruffled pillow, she tried to ignore everything. Issues she knew where there, but was too groggy to comprehend. Her sheets were thrown across her bed. Her top had ridden up, her bottoms had slid half down. Beneath her bottom, legs, and lower back, her bed was drenched from a nighttime accident. Her girlhood and inner thighs were still wet, with more than just urine.
Anna held her head, uttering her first words of the morning.
"What happened last night?" |
Kary is a student at the university of Iowa. But at this particular time she was studying abroad, as she often did. See Kary is a wanderer of sorts. She never liked to stay in one place, or country for that matter. So in her attempts to explore the world she traveled everywhere she could study, Japan, China, Costa Rica, and numerous places in the u.s. At this time she was in the Dominican republic for an international business course at a university there. Because of the humidity and being soclose to the equator Kary had to drink nearly twice as much as usual.
One day before class Kary decided to try out her new juicer she had bought, since its so hard to find a quality drink in the Dominican. She loved passion fruit juice ( chinola) so gave that's shot. To her approval it worked, but she definitely over did the servings. She started to chug the juice so she wouldn't waste any, but noticed she was almost late for the bus. Kary had to take public transportation to school every day because there was simply no other way. The bus would be leaving in mere minutes and Kary was still playing with her new juicer wearing only a plain white tank top and her panties. Which would normally be sexy and lace covered, but since she was in a jungle thousands of miles from the one person she would wear those for, she stuck to cotton bikini cuts for comfort. Todays choice was a light pink pair with thin red, white, and purple stripes on them. "Shit!"Kary exclaimed as she realized she still needed to get dressed for class. She ran to her bedroom only to find her next mistake. She had forgotten to grab her jeans from the laundry. Not only did the university suggest that students wear jeans, Kary wasn't too fond of walking past the not so polite local men who couldn't keep their comments about her appearance to themselves. Deciding that her best option for catching the bus and getting to class on time was to put on the light pink athletic shorts she sometimes slept in on and get going.
Kary bottled up the rest of her chinola juice, grabbed her books, and set out towards the bus stop. Almost immediately she heard a man whistle and say, "hola, Mami!" Kary knew it was in her best interest to ignore the man. Besides she didn't have time to tell him how she really felt. Speaking of feelings, Kary was beginning to feel a nag in her bladder. Which made her feel a little uneasy given the fact that students couldn't leave the university and reenter and her bus more than likely wouldn't make it in time for her to use the restroom before class. She would have to wait the entire 90 minutes before she could relieve herself. Kary wasn't exactly the best when it came to holding her water. If it wasn't for careful planning and well timed potty breaks she would surely still have periodic accidents. Junior high was a nightmare and she had even wet herself during a fire drill once in high school. But she hadn't had this problem in years, and she was confident she wouldn't start again today. Yes she had slipped up a bit but it was nothing she couldn't handle, she was grown after all, having just turned 21 four months earlier. It was quite humid though, which meant she was going to put a hurt on her chinola. "Mind over bladder, right?" She reassured herself jokingly.
About 5 minutes later she was packed into bus, rather uncomfortably, on her way to school. Checking the time on her phone, Kary's stomach dropped and need worsened as she realized the bus would never make it in time for her to use the restroom before class. She wasn't desperate exactly, but knowing she would have to wait the whole class period made her very nervous. She was beginning to panic already. Kary always was a worry-er, and gets worked up over the simplest things sometimes. And with her bladder control, this wasn't exactly the most simple of situations.
Within minutes, Kary was near sprinting. Not to salvation for her still filling bladder, but to a classroom that would lock her in without possibility of said salvation for 90 minutes. She was nervous. Rightfully so, after all that juice she had already consumed and would have to continue drinking. She was still confident but this was not going to be easy.
The teacher was a few minutes late and looked to be angry about something. Kary didn't like that much. Mr. Ortega was already kinda mean to the American students, especially overachievers like Kary, for some reason. Today was just supposed to be a lecture though. So she wouldn't actually have to interact but she would have to pay attention. "That was going to be quite the task", Kary thought to herself as she was forced to take a swig of her chinola juice because her mouth was dry.
About halfway through the lecture, and 100% through her juice, Kary was fully convinced she was going to piss her pants in the middle of this classroom. The teacher had already given her multiple evil looks for squirming loudly and now it was becoming impossible to sit still. Legs crossed, hand under her left buttock with her fingers pressed into her crotch. A position she knew all too well. Kary often found herself holding like this so she wouldn't interrupt her long study sessions.
As the class was coming to an end, so was Kary's ability to keep her undies dry. She was sweating profusely and jiggling from side to side frantically. It took everything she had to not ram her hands into her crotch and sprint from the room. Luckily for Kary the bell had rung signaling the end of class and the race was on!
Kary now had to travel down a path the equivalent to about 4 or 5 city blocks to the bathroom. Imagine running (if you call wobbling full speed with yours thighs clinched as tight as humanly possible, running) as fast as you can, carrying text books in total fear of wetting your pants in a foreign country. It was unbearable, and she had to stop multiple time to readjust herself.
Coming around the final turn before the bathroom Kary had to double over and plunge both hands into her crotch. Dropping her books in the process. Kary knew she was going to lose her battle when she noticed a single drop of her urine rolling down the inside of her chocolate brown thigh, then around to the back of her knee and down her calf before landing in her flip flop. "Oh, no" Kary said, starting to tear up. In a last ditch effort to be able to walk home in dry (already slightly see thru shorts) she started sprinting towards the restroom. Stopping just 10 feet from the door realizing it was no use. Her efforts had crashed and burned. Kary's hands filled with her pee in an instant. She removed them in disgust and just let the inevitable happen. Kary peed in her tiny shorts with a fury. First from a standing, doubled over position where her piss sprayed out behind her and ran down her legs in thick sheets resembling warm, yellow waterfalls. As she descended into a squat Kary hung her head, wanting to cry but instead sighed in relief and said to herself "I'm a big girl, big girls have accidents, but they do not cry about it". So she decided to just push the rest of her urine from her ever so tired bladder. The pee coming out in one solid stream now straight into her now humongous puddle on the sidewalk. She peed like this for another 15 -20 seconds before deciding she was empty.
Kary began her long, wet walk home. When she beached the spot where she had ditched her book she found that it was gone "Shit!" She said loudly. Not only would she have to spend money on a new one, she was hoping to at least cover her panties (now on full display) with it. Now she would have to make the trek completely soaked with only her tiny hands to cover her shame. So Kary decided to not let her embarrassment show and started off home with a little extra sway in her hips. Giving her tight, athletic, and doing wet booty an extra pop that she normally saved for the club scene back home.
Kary managed to make to her dorm without anyone seeing her but there were about a dozen children outside playing and of course the creeper still lingered near by. She thought for sure he would give her a hard time, but he was silent as she walked by swinging her ass confidently, but he was silent. Kary could feel his perverted stare on her backside but could careless as the kids had taken notice of get accident and began to giggle and make fun of her. Sigh. "Oh well", she thought. She was home now and could get out of her piss soaked clothes and into a hot bath.
Just then she realized she didn't have a key! "Oh God, how could I have forgotten my key!" Thank goodness there was a spare hidden in the flower pots in the porch. But which one? She'd have to search for it, and to do that she have to bend over in her transparent shorts. Again she sighed and went to work looking for the spare key. Knowing full well that she was being perved on from behind. Just as she felt the need to cry arise again she felt something with her finger. The key was just out of reach so she had to bend further and stand on her tippy toes, ass in the air to get it. That's when Kary heard a 'click'. Knowing it had to be the creeper taking her picture, she turned around enraged ready to pounce on the guy. But to her surprise age didn't see the guy but one of the kids that were there (a chubby slightly older one, 12 age thought) holding a cell phone and sporting a very noticeable bulge in his pants. The kid stood there for a second looking Kary in the face with his mouth wide open before turning and making a mad dash out of there. Kary thought about chasing him to retrieve the phone, not wanting to end up on the internet, bit decided against it. Coming to the conclusion that she wad ok with being a young boys 'wet' dream and headed into her dorm with a smile on her face for the first time that day. |
Short note: I've never really tried to write any fiction related to this kind of thing before. I hope that will be taken into consideration when the reader judges this. The following is entirely fictional, of course.
About a year ago I moved to the town where I currently live and got a job as a short order cook at a small time burger place. Things have gone fairly well, it pays enough to get by and I've been able to meet a few people which can be tough to do in a new place. The first couple of months were crazy, as I was struggling to catch on to the relative high pace of my new work environment. But in time, I got comfortable with my new job, and began to be able to relax a bit more as I went about my daily duties. I started to get to know the rest of the kitchen staff a little better, as well as the waitresses/servers/whatever you would call them for our style of restaurant.
Now, I pride myself on behaving like a gentleman. But I am a guy... so of course I took notice of the fact that we had a few very attractive girls serving food. However, there was one girl in particular, Megan, who I found myself repeatedly getting into conversations with whereas with the other girls it was just, "Good morning, how are ya? Okay see ya later." I found myself really getting along with Megan, and on top of that, she was incredibly cute, usually wearing some kind of very dark jeans or slacks and a white tee shirt to work. She had dark brown hair with just a hint of red in it, green eyes, and she had light complexion but she wasn't pale. As far as body description goes, she was thin, but not skinny. She had just enough weight so as not to look starved and to have a really nice figure. I remember noticing on many occasions how nice her butt was. But, eh... moving along...
After a few months of working together, Megan and I became close friends. We started getting together for drinks in the evenings and she even came on a couple of hikes with me. I was coming to enjoy her company quite a bit. She was always up for doing something fun, always positive and always excited about something. She was becoming more and more cute by the minute for me. I never dreamed what happened last weekend would have ever come to pass, however. Something about Megan, she always seems... so level. Like she's always a step or two ahead of the game when it comes to everything you can think of. So when it happened, it kind of took me by surprise.
The town we live in is located right on the coast, and an old friend named Sam from where I used to live was visiting. He enjoys sailing, owns a boat, and heard in online forums devoted to that sort of thing that the sailing in my area is apparently very good. To him, that was a good enough excuse to come to town for a week. The best part of all was that he brought his boat and offered to take me, and a couple other's if I wanted, out sailing for an afternoon. I called Megan and invited her along, and she excitedly accepted the invitation. So it was settled.
The next day at about 1:00 PM, I picked up Megan from her house. She lives a bit inland, so from her place it took us about a half an hour to arrive at the docks where Sam was already preparing the boat, setting up the main sail and so forth. On the way, we had stopped and grabbed fountain drinks from the local Shell station. Mine was almost full when we got to the docs, but I noticed Megan's was empty. I threw both cups in the dumpster before heading down the dock to Sam's boat.
After the initial introductions, Sam told us how he was not too pleased with the conditions this afternoon. He said that it might be a "real drifter" out there, as there was nearly no wind at all. But in the end we decided to give it a shot anyway, and for a short bit there, the wind actually picked up and it was quite exhilarating. Enough so that when the wind died back down and we found ourselves drifting along with limp sails, none of us were overly eager to just call it quits. We fought it for a couple of hours, getting an occasional gust here and there to keep us wanting, but it never really picked back up again. I noticed after a while that Megan had grown quiet and was just kind of sitting still.
I honestly was worried that she was bored. I figured that this just wasn't her thing, so I suggested that maybe we call it a day and head back to shore for some food. Megan agreed and said she was starving, that she hadn't eaten before leaving the house. This made her silence a little more understandable to me still. Sam agreed as well, and said he'd start working us back toward the dock.
Now, this is something I hadn't taken into account; on a sail boat, you can't just point where you want to go and sail there. The wind is blowing from wherever it's coming from, and you have to work with/around it to get where you want to go. This meant that with the conditions at the time, we couldn't just sail back to the dock in a straight line. We had to do a series of turns in a zigzag pattern to get there. It took much longer than expected. I looked at Megan and she looked almost nervous, sitting with her knees pressed together and her hands on her lap, back straight and almost rigid looking. I leaned over and quietly asked if she was okay.
"Oh yeah, just hungry," she said.
We finally got back to the dock and tied Sam's boat up, I helped Megan step off onto the dock and asked her, "Where do you want to head to for dinner?"
"Doesn't matter, whatever's close." She replied.
"Well, you two have fun figuring it all out, " Sam cut in, "I've got to get back to the hotel and catch the fights I ordered on pay per view. It's gonna be nuts!"
We said our thank you's and goodbye's to Sam and went back to my car. Once we got in I noticed something was definitely up. Megan looked very tense.
"Alright, whats up?" I asked bluntly, but kindly.
She looked back at me kind of surprised, "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Are you feeling okay? You seem kinda tense, and quiet." I said.
She kind of sighed and let out a little half smile that quickly disappeared, "Look, I'm sorry. I'm fine. Really. I just... Kinda need a restroom is all."
It suddenly dawned on me that she had drank that entire fountain drink on the way up at 1:00 pm and it was now almost 5:00. I felt kind of bad because I hadn't even taken it into consideration. I should have stopped someplace before we got on the boat. At the same time though, I felt a twinge of excitement at knowing Megan had to pee bad enough to admit it to me. I didn't know how to react or what to say. So I, brutishly, said the first thing I could muster.
"Oh.... I'm sorry. You uh.... gonna be alright?" I said stupidly.
She blushed really hard (which shows up on her cheeks very blatantly) and replied, "... as long as we get to a restaurant soon, I think I'll be alright." After she said this, she shifted in her seat and pressed her legs together. I felt my excitement growing, but I kept it under control. I started to car and we started driving back toward town, which wasn't as far as all the way back to her house, but it was still a good twenty minutes or so.
Apparently being in the car on the way to relief was not helping Megan at all. I noticed after just a few minutes of driving that she was shifting in her seat more often now, and she was starting to get a worried look on her face. Time and miles went by. After about ten minutes, Megan finally said, "I don't know what's wrong with me. This is really embarrassing, but I really have to pee and I don't... I'm not sure how much longer I can hold it."
"I'll try to hurry, Meg. But it's realistically gonna be another ten minutes or so before we get anywhere with a restroom." I replied.
Then she did something that almost made me gasp. She pressed her legs together, leaned forward, put a hand on her crotch and gave it a couple good squeezes. "Oooooh god... just... please hurry." She said.
I kept driving, as quickly as I could but not speeding. By now I was very excited at the idea that this incredibly attractive girl in my passenger seat was obviously dying to pee. I felt sorry for her that she was in such a situation, especially not knowing the kind of effect it was having on her present company, but at the same time I found myself hoping that she wouldn't make it. The idea of Megan having an accident in front of me was something I had never even allowed myself to hope for, and now it was a real possibility.
After a couple more minutes, she gave up completely on being discreet about her need. She was constantly squirming in her seat and clutching herself through her jeans (a dark blue color as opposed to her usual black), I could also hear that her breathing had become shortened and quicker.
I spoke up and broke the silence, "Think about anything else. Think about random things, like weather and things like that, okay?"
She didn't say anything for a second, then asked, "How much longer do you think?"
"I'm not sure, " I said, "not much longer now though. Are you gonna make it?" I added semi jokingly.
Again, she didn't respond right at first, then after a second she said, "I don't know. It's getting really bad. You have to hurry."
I explained that I was going as fast as I could, which I legitimately was, and continued driving. Finally we got into town and Megan was still dry. We stopped at the first place we saw. Before I even had my seat belt off, Megan was out of the car and heading in. When I caught up with her, she had just reached to restroom door and went to pull it open. It was locked. Oh how fate can be cruel and kind at the same time... She tugged on it a couple more times until I finally pointed out the little red lettering in the slot above the deadbold that said "OCCUPIED." We waited for a couple minutes, Megan dancing in place, and nobody came out. Finally she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "I can't believe this. This is so ridiculous! I'm like, seriously gonna pee myself here. Like, NOT KIDDING!"
"Well, there's other restaurants up the street, you want to try for one of them? Who know's how long they'll be in this one." I said.
After a little bit of self debate, she agreed and we went back to the car. As she got in she said, "Really, hurry though. I've never had to go this bad before." I actually heard her voice starting to shake as she said this. So we drove down the street a ways and hit a red light. Megan was really squirming around now and holding herself, repeating "oh god, oh god, oh god," under her breath. As we were sitting at the stop light, she suddenly froze up and gasped. She clenched her teeth together said said "Ooooh fuck! Hurry up (insert my name here), I can't hold it!"
The light turned green and I started going forward again, in doing so we rolled through the gutters which caused the car to jolt up and down a bit. Megan moaned and leaned very far forward, legs together and clutching her crotch with both hands. We hit the gutter on the other side of the intersection and she drew in another shutting gasp. "Oh fuck!" she said, and pulled her hands away from her crotch for a second. I glanced down and saw that the crotch of her jeans had a wet spot that was way to big to hide. I saw another restaurant coming up on our right. "Hang on! We're almost there!" I said trying to sound like I thought she might actually make it.
"Oh god... I can't hold it... I can't stop!" was the only reply she had. While still trying to drive, I looked and saw that she was no longer holding her crotch. She was just sitting there looking down at her lap as she starting full on peeing her pants in my car. I pulled into the parking lot as fast as I could and stopped (not even in a parking spot). Megan was still peeing at this point, in fact she was peeing full force and kept saying she was sorry over and over. I could hear a faint hissing sound as she went. Her legs were still tightly pressed together, causing the pee to pool up between her legs before running down between them. After a few more seconds I could see wetness spreading up on her jeans from underneath her thighs and butt, and a little of the pee pooling in her lap actually spilled over the side of her thighs leaving dark streaks in the denim where they went. I heard pee pouring off of the seat onto the floor board as well. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she finished wetting herself.
She looked up at me, then back down at her now soaked lap and let out a heart broken little sigh, "I'm so sorry. I can't believe that just happened."
I told her that it was okay, that it could happen to anyone, but she didn't seem to be buying it. I told her not to worry about it, even if it couldn't happen to just anyone, and promised I'd never tell a living soul. She seemed a little happier after that, but still upset and embarrassed that she had wet herself at age 23 in front of me. I offered to take her home, and of course, she accepted. On the way there I told her that she really shouldn't worry about it, that I didn't think anything less of her, and that everyone has done it at one time or another.
"Yeah, but not when they're 23...." She replied.
"Well... you might be surprised. " I said.
Of course, she asked what I meant, so I told her about when I wet my pants on the way home at age 21. After that she was much more lighthearted about the whole thing. I took her home and dropped her off. I was lucky enough to at least get to walk her to her door. When she got out of the car I amazed at how soaked her jeans were. The whole lap in the crotch area was soaked with a dark wet stain extending down about half way to her knees, her butt was wet all the way to the waistband and all down the back of her legs was wet as well. The passenger seat was a wreck to be honest. Totally saturated and a puddle in the floor mat. I walked her to her door and said, "Well, sorry it turned out the way it did, but thanks for coming anyway." kind of laughing.
"Yeah... kinda sucks," she replied, "but I had fun otherwise! Thanks for bringing me. And uh... thanks for being so nice about things."
"No worries, any time," I responded. Then she kind of surprised me again by hugging me. It was a close hug too, I actually felt her damp jeans against mine. I was still obviously very excited by all of this, and I fear she may have noticed during the hug, but she didn't say anything. Afterward, we said our goodbyes for the day and I went home to fantasize about what I had just witnessed. The next day I called Megan and asked how she was feeling. She said, "I'm alright. Still seems surreal to me that I actually peed my pants though. I'm so sorry."
Again, I reassured her that I didn't mind at all.
End note: there ya have it. I hope it doesn't suck. Depending on the reaction it gets, I may or may not write more stories. Hope it's enjoyable though. |
Here is a re-edited story which I have posted before on another site, hope you like it.
Angela was looking forward to seeing her boyfriend Mike, they had been going out for more than a year but she still felt a thrill when they were together. She really enjoyed it when they made love and she hoped it would happen tonight, as she was already feeling quite horny at the thought.
The only slight concern for Angela was that, when she was reaching an orgasm she often felt that she was going to pee, and so she would often have to go to the bathroom in the middle of having sex.
Angela quite enjoyed the sensations of needing to pee when she was making love and was nearly coming, but she was very worried about wetting the bed, and what would Mike think. Angela had always, ever since she was a little girl, quite liked holding on when she needed a pee, often until she was quite desperate. When she was little she would hold herself between the legs and jiggle about before eventually dashing to the loo, not always making it in time. Even though she still liked to hold on sometimes, she had never actually wet herself since she was a little girl.
That evening Mike and Angela went to meet friends for a drink in a wine bar before going on to a restaurant for a meal for two. When they were leaving the wine bar Angela knew she needed a pee but decided to enjoy the sensation and to hold on until they got to the restaurant. They were both a little merry as they walked along laughing, talking and flirting with each other and making suggestive comments about what would happen when they got home later.
When Mike stopped for a long kiss Angela could feel his hardness pressing against her, she was also feeling horny by now, but was beginning to regret not going before she left the wine bar. She was by now feeling quite desperate for a pee, and she whispered to Mike that she really needed to get to the restaurant to go to the loo. Little did she know that this was Mike's fantasy, female desperation; he had dreamed about being with a girl who was desperate for a pee and who might be nearly wetting her panties and had imagined what would happen. He had always thought he was a bit weird and didn’t know there were many other people out there with similar dreams, and he had therefore been too shy to mention it to her.
Now as they stood close together, kissing, Mike told her that he loved it when she was desperate for a pee, and it made him even more horny. Angela was surprised, but secretly quite pleased, because it was also a turn on for her.
They eventually got to the restaurant and Angela headed to the loo, before they settled into a quiet corner table for two. More wine was ordered together with a large jug of water, and they sat eating, drinking and chatting as lovers do for what seemed like ages, until it was time to leave. Over the coffee Angela confessed the need for another pee and was getting up to go to the loo, but Mike said why not wait until they got home.
Angela thought about it and decided she was ok and would be able to play the desperation game, and could hold on until they got home.Mike paid the bill and, as they stood up to leave, Angela realised that she was a bit more desperate than she had thought, but it was not too far to walk back.
They set off along the street but kept stopping for cuddles and progress was slow. As they got closer to home they were able to cut through a small park. They reached some trees and stopped to lean against one of them and began kissing passionately. Mike slid his hand gently under Angela's short skirt and began to rub her between the legs.
Angela was so horny that by now she was nearly coming, but she was very desperate to pee, so she said to Mike "Oh Mike, that is so good, but I really am desperate for a pee and, if you don't stop, I won’t be able to hold on much longer". Mike carried on gently rubbing and asked her "What will happen if I keep doing this and don’t stop?’
Angela looked at him, ‘You know when we are making love sometimes I have to get up and go to the bathroom, that’s because, with all of the wonderful sensations, I feel as if I will wet myself when I am coming. If you keep on rubbing me now like you are, then that’s what is going to happen, I won’t be able to help it, I will probably start to wet myself, I am almost doing it now.’
Mike was by now so turned on by the situation he couldn’t resist saying, ‘Go on then, please, that's what I really want you to do, if what I am doing means you can’t hold on any longer you must let go, I don’t mind. In fact I want you to wet your panties, I dare you to do it for me.’
Angela by this time was so turned on she just went with it and, as Mike rubbed her through her panties she felt herself begin to let go and she started to pee. Slowly at first, relaxing and feeling the pee begin to trickle out, the spreading warmth between her legs as her cotton panties began to soak up the pee." Oh Mike, I’m doing it, I haven’t done this since I was a little girl, I can’t help it, you're making me do it, I’m wetting my panties, Oh gosh I am wetting myself" she said.
Mike could feel the dampness spreading through her cotton panties, and then the pee was running through his fingers, and he couldn't believe it. As he continued to masturbate her he felt her body arch as she reached orgasm, and then she was trembling in his arms.
It wasn’t far home and, when they got home, the wet panties were quickly removed and another passionate session ensued, carrying on all night. |
What Hermione did next - the Knicker nicking story and flying again! - follows on from Hermione Experiments
We left Hermione late on Friday walking back from Miss McGonagall’s study her head buzzing with all that she had learnt – she was a 3W - a small select band of Wonderfully Wet Witches who got special pleasure from wetting themselves – whether flying or not.(See Hermione flying at “P” level). She had just finished testing the effects of the spell Miss McGonagall had taught her to make wettings look dry which resulted in her appearing totally dry to anyone looking – but leaving a tell tale trail of pee spots on the floor as she walked along weeing in her knickers.
She has almost reached the dormitory when it struck her – tomorrow was Saturday and it was the next stage of advance flying – one where each girl was to fly to the heights to learn their personal tolerance – firstly when they peed and secondly when they pooped. She has already decided she was not going to actually poop – there must be some way of knowing she was at the height she must stop below without actually going beyond it and doing it in her pants to find out.
BUT – she was standing in the last pair of knickers in her draw – the rest had gone to the Laundry – and even if she was able to dry the present ones overnight unless they were fully washed there was a good chance the bright pink cotton would clearly show a tide mark if any one saw – and from last week she knew Miss McGonagall could readily call for a knicker inspection before flying. Just as much as afterwards. In any case she was not keen for the other girls to see her in such “girley” pink panties, she really wanted one of her pairs of regulation blue ones that were a bit more discrete about what had happened to (or rather in) them.
In a way it as doubly her own fault – not just because she had wet so many pairs during the week but also because it was her efforts to reduce the workload on the house elves that had changed the old two day turnaround to washing taking a week and turning up (usually) on a Saturday afternoon. So no clean (and dry) knickers were in her draw – what could she do? Where could she get some knickers from suitable for going flying first thing in the morning?
She turned around to walk away from the dorm whilst she thought – and then it came to her – lost property!– there was a whole room in the laundry with every item of clothing separated onto their own shelves – there must be some knickers she could “recover” from there. She quickly but inconspicuously walked downstairs to the laundry area and turned into the lost property room just before the workroom itself. The lights were quite low, but she could clearly see down the centre walkway where there were rows of floor to ceiling shelves to either side with signs saying what clothes were in that rack – boy to the left girls to the right. The order started with underclothes and worked through to outdoor items like hats and anoraks’ at the far end. Socks & tights were first, then vests on the left for boys and vests/bras on the right for girls. Then underpants and knickers – just what she was looking for!
She started through the large pile of assorted knickers – it seemed amazing so many could be lost, but she soon realised that by the styles they were lost long ago. But she spotted a pair of ordinary school knickers that looked to be about her size, that were dark green – they would do her for tomorrow. But just as she moved over to pick them up she heard someone coming and even though she had every right to check the lost property she decided to move along and slide down one of the side areas where she would not be readily seen.
In the low light she looked carefully to see who was there – she was next to the girl’s skirts so if found she could simply explain she was looking for a lost one - but the person – a boy- was being rather furtive and bent over apparently looking at socks. Then she noticed the hair – it was Ron! - and whilst he had grabbed a grey sock he was now moving down the rows and was standing by the boys underpants – but looking at the girls knickers – he looked around quickly and then grabbed something from the knicker shelf stuffed it in his pocket, before rapidly walking out swinging the sock as if it was the prize he had been looking for.
H came out of her hiding spot and saw immediately that Ron had taken the pair of bottle green knickers she had just found for herself! She was both annoyed and puzzled by his behaviour, but concentrated on a further search through the knickers to find something suitable for her immediate needs for the next day. She finally found a pair of navy blue knickers in the nice cotton material like her own – but they must have been made years ago as they were very loose and baggy – but they had elastic round the middle and legs that could be adjusted as it was just tied and could be pulled out of a small slit in the leg and tummy band. They were about the right size and she realised she could tighten or slacken the elastic to suit her perfectly. (See attachment)
She could see nothing better so putting them into her bag she walked out of the lost property area and moved purposefully back up the stairs and to the dormitory. Safely inside she went up to her bed and shed her gown before going into the toilets for some privacy. She took off her still damp pink knickers and pulled on the old navy blue ones – as she had thought they were quite a good fit – the waist elastic needed no adjustment, it was tight enough to stop them falling down, but not so as to feel too tight. The legs were another thing however, the last person to wear these had much bigger thighs than Hermione had so far developed so the leg elastic did not even touch all round her legs.
She slid them off, undid the knots in the elastic of each leg and then put them back on so as to adjust the length and to re-tie the elastic- which she did making the legs reasonably tight, but not uncomfortable. As she stood there having made the adjustments she realised the other difference to her normal knickers – they had real legs! – only about two inches long, but they definitely felt different to her normal ones that had elastic that ran right round the top of her legs and rubbed against her crotch. They actually felt quite nice like that and when she explored her crotch area with her fingers over the knicker material she rather liked the feelings. She started to rub a little harder enjoying the way her pussy started to firm up as blood pumped into the lips but then froze as she remembered that if she kept going then her knickers for tomorrow would be flooded in the immediate future.
She pulled the blue knickers down and got them off as her bladder gave out strong signals that it needed to be emptied. Not wishing to miss an opportunity she grabbed the damp pink ones and bent over to put her legs into the holes and then pull them up, but it was too late – as she bent over – bum sticking out backwards, knickers about at her knees - she burst – her wee went everywhere – some down into the seat of her knickers, some onto the lid of the loo. As she tried to finish pulling her knickers up she straightened up and some wee shot out towards the door. Pretty much everything below waist height got wet – fortunately she had been holding her skirt with one hand so it was well clear of all the liquid. Grabbing the lid up she sank onto the seat, the back of her knickers just under her pussy so it received the last gushes of wee.
The clean up took some time – using her wet knickers she mopped up the walls, floor etc, wringing the dripping wet panties out several times. Finally she slipped out and quickly rinsed her pink knickers in the sink before dropping them down the laundry shute. By then it was bed time to dream of the next day.
Saturday morning came quickly – Hermione awoke to bright sunshine streaming in the window immediately bringing a smile to her face as she remembered what day it was – the day of the next special flying lesson for girls –she was to fly higher than ever before as she and the rest of the class sorted out their own individual “flying levels” – firstly the level they had all exceeded last week when their knickers received the full contents of their bladders and were soaked and secondly the level at which they would also become dirty and full!
Hermione totally ignored the fact that last week she (and the others) were so busy enjoying the “special” feelings of flying from the contact between the broom handles and their pussy’s lips that it was only after the P level had been completely passed and they had totally soaked the knickers that anyone realised what had happened. She was ignoring it by convincing herself that she would keep herself in full control and be aware of any signs that she was about to lose control and poop in her pants – she was not going to do that, it held no appeal at all for her.
She quickly got dressed and started to drink lots of water – she was completely hooked on wetting and wanted to get the most pleasure out of that part of the lesson, it was just the next stage she would ensure she did not circum to. A quick breakfast (with two lots of orange juice) then she grabbed her broom and headed for the field. She was not the first there – it seemed that most of the girls were looking forward to exploring their limits (or rather the wonderful waves of pleasure that flow out from the lips of their pussy’s lips right to the extremities of their bodies so fingers, toes, the hair on their head (and especially their very firm nipples) tingled with pleasure as their bladder slowly released into their knickers and down their legs.
Miss McGonagall was waiting for the girls and as soon as the last ones arrived she started her “pre-flight” talk. “Girls, today it is time for you to fly higher than ever before, you will look down on the earth as if it was a map in your geography book! As I told you last week it is important that you each find your own limitations – that is at what height above ground you lose bladder control and then at what height above that you lose total control”. Before we start the lesson there are three spells that we will use today. Like last week we need to use the binding spell so that you will not fall off you broom – and even if you pass out the broom will simply stop doing whatever it was before and simply fly on the level round in circles so you can come too and regain control. You will each chant your own spell for this and I will test it is ok before you fly up.
The second spell is one that will allow you to “feel” how high you are flying – it makes your right arm into a “measuring stick” – as you fly higher there will be a feeling like an elastic band around your arm, starting at the wrist and moving up as you climb – actually it measures the air pressure above sea level rather than the height above the ground, but it will allow you to measure your own “P” points. I will say this spell but you will cast it on yourself so that you can use it again in the future.
The final spell is one to help us get together when we have all finished. I will cast it on all of you next – it will enhance your in the ultra-violet (UV) range so that you will be able to see a special crystal I have that send out a beam of UV that can be seen for hundreds of miles – if you have sensitised your sight first. When you have finished testing yourselves look for the crystal light and fly down to it. I will be there waiting for you – there is a special place for us to meet and clean up before going back to Hogwarts.
Just then Luna put her hand up – Miss McGonagall said “yes?” – and Luna spoke fairly softly saying “ please Miss – is there some way we can know that we are reaching the – er – er – second – er – er level without, you know, actually, er – er going past it and doing, er – er – doing, er, you know, er Miss?” Some of the other girls sniggered, Hermione had to suppress a smile quickly when Miss McGonagall growled sternly – “be quiet – she is only asking what all of you really want to know – isn’t she!!!”
Turning and smiling kindly at Luna Miss McGonagall said “Yes there is – all you have to do is concentrate as you fly higher and as you approach the second “P” level your tummy will start to feel very bloated – if you immediately drop down you will suffer an escape of gas but you will keep clean (although wet) knickers. Hermione carefully filed the information away in her head – she had been sure there was some way of avoiding pooping her pants and was determined to avoid it – now she knew how!
Miss McGonagall then said “right girls, on your brooms ready” – then she chanted the spell to allow them to see UV rays – H loved the way the world looked with this enhancement to her vision – it was so much more alive! Miss McGonagall continued – “repeat after me the following spell to allow you to measure your flying height” and the girls all repeated as told – “can you all feel a band around your arm just by your wrist?” – Yes they all answered. Hermione was somewhat distracted by now – all the water and orange juice had worked through her and her bladder was bursting! – she wanted to keep it all for the flight, but as Miss McGonagall droned on Hermione lost some control and some wee escaped making a bit wet patch in her knickers.
Miss McGonagall then spoke very sternly getting the girls to repeat the “binding spell” . Finally Miss McGonagall said time to fly – but I need to test your binding spell is working so I want each of you to take off in turn, fly along just above the ground and then, when in front of me, flip over so your head is just above the ground – that way if your spell was poor you will only fall a few inches into the grass. One by one they did just that – the second girl fell off and had to repeat the spell which worked that time, but it was a reminder to all of the need for safety. Hermione raised the broom so she was just off the ground and flew to Miss McGonagall, flipping upside down in front of her – Miss McGonagall immediately saw the big wet patch and Hermione heard her say softly - so that no one else could hear – “Hermione, dear you must not be quite so eager, pace yourself it will be more pleasurable” – then Hermione was up and on her way to the sky.
With her already leaking bladder Hermione really did not care what her first “P’ level was – she just wanted the sexual thrills of flying and peeing to start and go on for as long as it could. But she knew she would have to answer Miss McGonagall ‘s questions later so she forced herself to focus as she flew up in a steady spiral concentrating on the imaginary band on her arm as it crept up towards her elbow. With the “band” barely below the elbow joint her bladder and pussy had their initial explosion with her knickers receiving the consequences, so she filed away that bit of information to answer later questions.
From last week she remembered flying well above the initial “P” level and the pleasure waves she had enjoyed so she decided to “treat” herself before going up much higher to explore the second “P” level. Following the previous week pattern she carefully flew up quite a bit higher before launching herself into a ”J” shaped flight path flying down the short part of the J and then flying up the long side – her broom pointing almost vertically, her nose touching the handle, her pussy magically attached to the lower part of the handle as the waves of pleasure flowed out from here through her body – and her wee flowed into her knickers crotch, then down filling all round the little legs above the tight elastic, before soaking through, flowing down her legs over her stockings and trailing over her pump type shoes to stream away from the toes of both of them into the air.
She managed this a few times – squeezing her pussy lips together to slow the loss of wee from her bladder. She almost managed to separate her mind into two parts one part totally overwhelmed by the hedonistic pleasures she felt but the other part somewhat detached and almost able to feel each drop of wee as it made its way out of her pussy lips, into the puddle in the gusset of her knickers, then through the material of her knickers, sliding down each leg, running along each stocking and onwards.
The waves of pleasure engulfed her time and time again on the next upward flight as if her whole body was sexually charged, - she felt the final drops of wee flow into her knickers when there was an explosion starting in her crotch and rippling out to the extremities of her body – and she passed out!
Some minutes later she groggily came too – the first shock to her system was realising the land below her was like a tiny map she was so high – then she realised the “band” on her arm was almost up at shoulder level. As she recovered consciousness more she understood that she was sat on her broom flying round in circles on the level – even though it was a very high level. Finally it came to her – the feeling she had vowed she would avoid – her knickers were no longer just soaking wet – they were full of her poop – the only good thing she could think was that how glad she had end up with the very old fashioned ones with legs and tight elastic round them so that whilst she had filled her pants, nothing had escaped – it was all around her legs held in by the material.
She was annoyed she had failed! – she told herself off for doing so and tried to rationalise that the explosion of pleasure that caused her to pass out was not worth the indignity she now faced of landing with very full knickers.
Then greater realisation came to her – firstly her nose was running everywhere so she got her hanky and blew it and cleaned her face up. Her fingers and toes were still tingling and felt great. Then it hit her – her bra was soaking and moisture was leaking through her blouse and jumper – but she had not flown upside down at any stage so her wee could not have run there! Her nipples were throbbing with pleasure and were standing up firmly pointing outwards, her breasts were solid and felt like they were ready to explode – that was where the moisture was leaking from! – the pleasure explosion had resulted in every possible “bodily outlet” letting go. She told herself off severely for not keeping control and ending up messing herself in every possible way – but the aching in her pussy and tits and even her bum flooded back telling her “so what” that was just marvellous.
Hermione looked around for the UV crystal light – and saw it far off in the distance. She flew steadily down towards it fighting in her mind between the pleasures felt through her body verses the “failure” of keeping herself under control. She landed fairly near Miss McGonagall, but noticed all of the girls were keeping a fair distance apart from each other- they were all studying the ground –but furtively looking at each other to see what state they were in. Miss McGonagall told the girls to undo the binding spells, the measurement spells and she undid the UV spell. The she spoke “Girls, today we have use of a special facility – this is a natural hot pool with warm water flowing from above us down into individual shower blocks – you will each go to your own area to clean yourselves up in private. There are suitable facilities for disposing of any “unwanted materials”, also for clothes washing and there is a special hot cabinet in each room where your washed clothes can be put to dry – it will only take a few minutes, but there is no rush – please relax and unwind after your experiences, think about what you have learnt today.
Hermione watched the girls walk (or rather most of them waddled) towards the open doors of each individual area, no one else had their arms crossed against their chest to hide their breast area (as she had done since landing). Hermione was the last to walk past Miss McGonagall who stopped her saying “Hermione – this is the meeting place for the 3W club I told you about so see if you enjoy it”. Hermione had accidentally let her arms drop so Miss McGonagall saw the soaking wet patches around her breasts and she continued “you really are eligible to be a full club member dear – look”. Hermione looked at Miss McGonagall from the ground up – she could see Miss McGonagall had wet herself, but it was not clear what else had happened for her – until Hermione looked and Miss McGonagall moved her cardigan away from her front – where it had covered the sopping wet area over her breasts.
Hermione walking bemused into the clean up area – it was everything she had been told, so she started the clean up! |
(Please keep in mind this is my first story. It may not be very good. I will be using the PMD world or closer unless specified otherwise.)
Story 1: Exploration Mishap
I shuffled around in my bed as I awakened with a start. I was panting as I looked around my small room. I quickly took deep breaths in order to calm myself down. It was the same nightmare that had been plaguing me recently, it was always the same nightmare or similar, always about when I was a little ralts. I stood up as I remember the shameful events which occurred back when I was a ralts. I was always accident prone and I had issues with controlling myself, I am a lot better now that I'm a kirlia though and haven't had an accident since I evolved.
My name is Zara and I'm a young female kirlia who lives with both my mother and father. They're both really nice but my dads a little strict though. I don't know why I've been having this nightmare lately but it's really put me on edge, even today when I had made plans to explore a nearby cave that I found a couple days back, it might be one of those mystery dungeons I heard so much about. I quickly jump out of bed and quickly put my arm under the bed before pulling out a small bag. I needed to be prepared if I'm going to explore this cave. I notice a small twinge from down below. I'm not cocky enough to push my luck so I walk over to my door and put the bag on the handle before leaving my room and heading for the toilet.
After quickly emptying my bladder I went and grabbed my bag before heading down stairs, my mother had cooked some delicious smelling breakfast and my dad, a tall gallade, had sorted something out on the table. He quickly looked at me before gesturing me to come over to the table.
“Zara dear. I've sorted out some supplies for you today, they should last the entire day if you conserve them like I taught you.” My father said to me as he showed me some oran and pecha berries, two bottles of water, a parchment with some drawing tools small cloth and a bottle of some green liquid. It's was his home made medicinal drink. Tastes awful but it works a treat as a good painkiller.
My mother walks over with the breakfast wrapped up for me. “Now come on dear, I'm sure she's more the capable of sorting it our herself.” She hands me the food with a smile before sitting down on one of the chairs.
“I guess I'm just worried is all. Remember to stay safe. Succeed and like I promised, I'll help sign you up to the nearby guild okay?” My father said handing me the remaining supplies which I promptly put into my bag. It was slightly heavy but nothing too extreme. Today was the day I make my own path in the world.
“Thanks mom, dad. I'll be back before you know it!” I exclaimed cheerfully as I stepped outside into the bright sun. This day was a fantastic day for an exploration. I quickly walked down the beaten path before turning into a small be dense forest. I quickly pushed through the foliage as I reach a small cave not to far from my home. Dad told me on so many occasions that it wasn't a mystery dungeon but just a normal cave, but we can always have our little fantasies now can't we? My job for today was to map the small cave out before returning home and giving my dad the, he would then inspect it and give me a rating on how accurate it was. This was my ticket to joining a guild.
I quickly enter the cave as I take a bottle of water out of my bag, quickly drinking over half of it before putting it back away and taking the parchment out. I wander through the cave jotting down the systems I spotted all the way through until I reached the end. It was a long but fairly straight cave by the look of things. I use my psychic skill to see how long I'd been down here, a few hours so it seems. I quickly take the half full bottle of water out before finishing it off. I sit down on a rock not noticing the small twinge of my bladder as I take out my packed food. I quickly dig in happily before sighing in content. I quickly check the map I had drawn. It looked accurate from what I could tell.
“Might as well go home now.” I mentioned to myself as I stood up and stretched before beginning my accent back to the surface, about half way out I notice the small pressure building in my bladder but I simply ignore it as I finish off my other drink and take a couple oran berries as something to snack on. I kept on walking through the cave, the map hovering in front of my as I used my psychic to hold it, the pressure on my bladder constantly building up. It was only once I'd reached the entrance that I regretted my decision to wait. I was getting fairly needy now. I was just about to go back inside the cave to relieve myself before a couple Vulpix walk into the cave, both male from what I could tell, they both gave me a small smile as I slowly continued to walk outside, not letting my increasing urge embarrass me in front of them. It was only a short walk home...
“Dammit...” I quickly started moving forward back through the forest, the urge getting worse with every step. It wasn't long until I'd reached the road back to my house. I was regretting drinking all that water now as I quickly lean forward putting one hand between my legs in order to hold myself. Suddenly recollection of the nightmares struck me, they weren’t just nightmares but future warnings. I screamed at myself within my own head for my own stupidity as I quickly walk back home. I don't know why I didn't just go in the forest but it's probably my fear of getting spotted.
Once I reached my house I was happy to know that relief was just up the stairs. I take a step forward before gasping as a squirt escaped me, I blush profusely as I slam my other hand between my legs. I couldn't lose just yet, I quickly compose myself and made myself look as normal as possible before walking over to the door. I gasp once more as another squirt escapes me, without my hands to support me it was so much harder to hold it. I quickly go into the house and I don't notice anybody around, I was overjoyed at the fact that dad wasn't here to question me on how it went. I quickly dash up the stairs whilst one of my hands continued to hold it in. Once I made it up the stairs a large spasm shoots through me as some more urine shoots out of me. I quickly ran towards the bathroom, my bladder on the verge of bursting open.
“Come on...” I whispered to myself as I reach for the handle as I go to open the door. All hope leaves me as the door would not open, it was locked.
“One minute please!” My fathers voice shouted from behind the door. I quickly take two steps back before slowly walking towards my room as I tried to hold it. I made it into my room as I look around desperately for something to relieve myself in. Suddenly a massive spasm tears through my body as I lose control. Tears quickly brim up in my eyes as I quickly fall onto my knee's unable to hold it any longer. Pee quickly starts gushing out of me and onto the floor as I fruitlessly try to hold it back. I was so embarrassed as I emptied my bladder, the warm liquid forming a large puddle. The stream slowly become drops as I stand back up and examine the mess I'd made. It was bad...
“Zara?” My dad said walking into my room. He goes silent suddenly as my eyes widen.
“D-Dad...” I said quietly waiting for what was to come next. He quickly frowns as he shakes his head.
“Zara! What in the world is this!?” He yelled at me, obviously angry. I flinched at the volume and intensity of his voice as he continued his rant.
“You're way too old for this now, didn't you shake this problem off when you evolved!?” He yelled back at me once again. I couldn't help my breakdown into tears at this point as I started bawling my eyes out. His face quickly softened as he goes quiet.
“Z-Zara...” He said. He quickly leans down and puts a hand on my shoulder, calming me down somewhat. He gives me a small comforting smile as I slowly stop crying.
“Zara, I'm sorry for getting angry okay? Want me to go get you a towel?” He asked nicely as he smiles at me. I nod at him as he quickly exits the room and reappears with a towel in hand. He hands it to me before walking back towards the door.
“Dad?” I asked him, wondering what'd happen from here.
“Don't worry. This won't affect your overall score. I was just worried is all... Go get cleaned up and I'll assess you then.” He said kindly as I listened to him go down the stairs. I cleaned up the mess I made before wiping myself down as well. Afterwards I think I'll go get a bath but for now this'll do. I go downstairs and see my dad sitting at the table waiting patiently for me. I walk over and hand him my bag, he quickly took the map out before handing me the bag once again. He examine it before smiling.
“This is next to flawless, only a couple minor mistakes but beyond that this map is perfect.” He said as excitement built up inside me. I didn't think I'd done that well!
“Does this mean I can join the guild?” I asked waiting for the good news. I knew I was joining the guild after the reaction he just had.
“With skills like these, why join the guild around here. If you want I can set you on your way to the famous wigglytuff guild if you want?” He asked me as he stood up, a smile on his face. Happiness flooded through my body after hearing that news. I quickly nodded my head as he smiled once again and gestured for me to leave him alone. I went back upstairs to my room, all memories of my accident slipping away as I happily wondered what adventures would take place in this new land.
(Tell me what you think... My oath I'm so hesitant to post this thing... ) |
Collie Winters walked into the Newport County Police Station one July afternoon, ready for her first day at her new job. Months of training had been successfully completed, and Collie was ready to become the newest member of the Newport County Police Department. All she had to do was fill out a few pieces of formal paperwork tonight, and tomorrow her on the job training would begin! She strode up to the front desk to introduce herself, but just then a buxom female cop came out from a back room and began talking to the receptionist behind that very desk. “Another day at the office finally done!” the cop told the receptionist, “And not a moment too soon. I’ve been bursting for the pot for hours now.” The receptionist nodded, “I can tell Bev! Looks like you’re about to spring a leak!” She pointed to the woman officer’s lower abdomen, where a distinct bladder bulge could be seen peeking out over the top of her tight black uniform pants.
Collie Winters couldn’t help but stare as she saw that bulge. A closeted lesbian, as well as a girl with a very big bladder fetish, Collie was both astounded and incredibly turned on by the sight. She dropped all pretense of walking up to the receptionist and simply continued to look on at the cop’s distended bladder. Her obvious staring did not go unnoticed by the other two women. “Hey Bev,” the receptionist said in a low voice, “I think you’ve found an admirer. Poor girl’s been salivating looking at your crotch for the last 30 seconds.” Bev nodded knowingly, replying, “Oh, I don’t think it’s my crotch she’s looking at.” The female cop rubbed her hands over her bladder for a moment, and the receptionist saw Collie twitch with excitement as she did. “Christ, you’re right! She’s in love with your bladder!” The receptionist hissed to Bev. “A girl after my own heart!” Bev agreed with a laugh, “Now watch her after this.” The woman officer walked calmly to the far side of the room, entered a door clearly marked as a female lavatory, and intentionally forgot to shut it. All of a sudden a loud hissing noise began to come from behind the door, as the cop was no doubt experiencing an amazingly relieving piss. Collie could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter, but it wasn’t from pee. Her face also turned beet red as she noticed the receptionist staring at her, and Collie quickly went up to her and began asking for the proper forms to fill out. Bev’s torrent continued unabated while Collie received the forms, and she was so weak at the knees that she could barely walk to a chair to sit and begin working on the forms. In fact, Bev’s stream might have continued until after Collie was done with the paperwork, except for the fact that the girl was unable to properly concentrate with the clattering sound of pee jetting into the side of the toilet bowl coming mere feet from her. After what seemed like an age to Collie but was probably a good five minutes, the sound finally trickled to a halt and the cop came out of the lavatory. She bade the receptionist a good night, walked past Collie, almost didn’t acknowledge her, but then turned and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, rookie,” before leaving out the door. It took Collie Winters a very long time to complete the papers.
The next morning at 7 am sharp, Collie Winters arrived at the station for her first day of training. With a glint in her eye, the receptionist told the girl that she’d be paired up with Beverly Johansson, an experienced female officer whom would surely teach the girl everything she needed to know. Collie gulped in surprise and excitement, wondering if it was indeed the same “Bev” from the previous evening. She needn’t have worried, as just then Bev herself walked into the station and approached her. “Seems they’ve got me showing you the ropes, kid. Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. Here, drink this and meet me by my squad car in 10 minutes. You can’t miss it. It’s the only one parked out back.” Beverly Johansson handed the new recruit a large coffee from a carrier she was holding. Three remained on it, and Beverly next passed one of them out to the receptionist. “See you soon,” the cop said, going into a back room with the remaining two coffees.
Precisely 9 and a half minutes later the women reconvened at Beverly’s squad car. “Get in,” Beverly said, popping open the doors, and Collie sat down in the passenger seat. She noticed that Beverly still had the two coffees, and the officer placed both of them in between the seats and took her place behind the wheel. The confident copper picked up one of the coffees and promptly drained it, chugging for 30 seconds until it was empty, then tossed the container in the back. “Alright, we’ve got some different areas we need to hit today, so let’s get going.” Beverly said, peeling out of the parking lot. They went to a nearby parking lot and Officer Johansson showed Collie all the different radios and switches present on the inside of the squad car, all the while sipping at the second coffee. By 8 am they had gone over everything, and Beverly’s second coffee container now sat empty and crumpled in the backseat with the first. Naturally this meant it was time to stop at the local donut shop before continuing, and Beverly got three more coffees there, offering Collie one of them. She politely declined, never having been the biggest coffee drinker, and Officer Johansson replied, “Suit yourself,” and began working on her 3rd coffee of the day.
After patrolling the streets for 2 hours, Beverly Johansson had finished all three large coffees, bringing her total for the day to 5. Collie was impressed, and was trying to keep her excitement about the predicament they would surely be causing the older woman’s bladder at bay. Beverly seemed to be on the same page, and addressed the issue that was on both of their minds, “Ok rookie. Now you’ll notice that I’ve drank a lot so far today. I like to keep myself properly hydrated throughout the course of the day, keep my energy up, the like. But one thing that I do not like to do, and that we certainly will not be doing, is making any pit stops. Catch my drift? Our male comrades may be able to just whip it out and take a twenty second stop at the side of the road, but you’ve gotta be extra tough to be a female cop. Luckily I’m very well-trained in this area, and all those coffees won’t be causing me any problems. But if you can’t hold it as well, you might find yourself doing a lot of leg crossing on this job.” “Sounds like you’ve got a bladder of steel,” Collie ventured nervously. She awaited the older cop’s response, and Beverly did not disappoint. “You’re right about that, kid. You know, my mother always used to joke that I should have been a banker, cause my bladder is like my own personal vault. It’s just that it holds gold liquid instead of gold bars. But make no mistake about it. Whether it’s working multiple shifts back to back, staying up all night, or being in an hours-long stakeout, my bladder remains shut.”
They continued on for the rest of the day, with Beverly giving Collie a rundown of this and that, but all the while the older officer seemed to have a beverage attached to her. Whether it was the two sodas at their lunch stop or the four bottles of water in the afternoon, Beverly Johansson knew how to put away her drinks. And she was just as well-trained as she claimed to be, as Collie watched the waistband of Beverly’s pants get tighter and tighter throughout the day, her bladder expanding to outrageous proportions to contain all the liquid the cop had consumed. Finally at 6 at night, the squad car pulled into the police station’s parking lot, signaling the end of their shift. Beverly patted her bulging abdomen, telling the girl, “Now, there’s two things that make it a good day at the office for me. Getting to stretch my legs now that we’re done, and getting to take a good piss. Pees are something that middle school girls are desperate for 3 or 4 times a school day - tinkles if you will. But what I’m about to take is a policewoman piss.” With that, the two women entered the station, and Beverly made her way to the lavatory, distended abdomen and all, and, after chatting with the receptionist for a few minutes, took another of her 5 minute wets. The sound of it made Collie desperate to go herself, for she had not had one all day either and was starting to really need it, despite not having nearly as much to drink as the veteran cop, but she resisted the urge and decided to wait until she returned home, so that she could enjoy her full bladder a bit longer.
This became a routine during the next month. Collie continued training under Beverly, learning the tricks of the trade, and all the while the older cop drank liters of fluid, kept from using the bathroom all day while out and on the job, and pissed gushers upon returning to the station. Once, near the end of their shift, Beverly had even chased down a petty thief with a swollen bladder. Due to the distraction, they ended up back at the station a half hour later than usual that night, and consequently Beverly’s piss took 5 and a half minutes instead of the usual 5. To Collie, every day at work became the epitome of excitement, watching Beverly consume huge quantities of beverages and refuse to stop for the bathroom, even when her protruding melon of a bladder made it quite obvious that she would enjoy a pit stop. But Beverly never appeared desperate to rid herself of her long-held waters, even the day she chased down that thief. And it made Collie sick with curiosity. She had to know the limit of her Beverly Johansson’s bladder!
Finally it became too much for the young trainee to take. Regardless of the consequences, she had to know. And so one Sunday morning at 7 am Collie entered the Newport County Police Station with a pair of large coffees. One was for her, the other for Beverly. One was a regular coffee, but the other contained in it two dissolved diuretic pills. Collie gulped nervously as she saw Beverly come in a few minutes later, already clutching her carrier of four coffees, but there was no turning back for her now. “I got you some coffee, in case you wanted some extra,” Collie offered, gesturing to the diuretic-filled container. “Hey thanks! I knew you were useful for something,” Beverly joked. She gave one coffee from her carrier to the receptionist before replacing the empty spot with the tainted coffee. As she went into her office to prepare for the day, the female cop picked a coffee and began to drink, and Collie was astounded to note that it was the diuretic-filled one that she chose first! Collie was almost sweating with anticipation for the day to come, and couldn’t believe her plan had come together so easily, and without any sort of a hitch. Could the stubborn lady officer wait until the end of her shift as usual with the powerful diuretics making her kidneys pump ever-more liquid into her expansive bladder, or would she finally crack under the strain and take a pee while out? Collie honestly didn’t know, but she couldn’t wait to find out.
They entered the squad car 15 minutes later to begin their day. Collie sipped delicately at her coffee, while Beverly had already drained two and was beginning a third. As they pulled out of the station, the young trainee made sure to get a lasting glance at Beverly’s midsection, to get a baseline to gauge her bladder’s progress throughout the day. It was slim and firm, but Collie knew that wouldn’t last. Their day continued as normal for a while, with Beverly Johansson gulping down her fourth coffee by 8:30 am and stopping for 2 more at the local donut shop. By 10 am the thirsty officer of the law had finished a total of 6 large coffees, including one laced with bladder-pumping diuretics, and the bulge of her bladder was obvious through her uniform. Still, it did not look much larger than normal, and Beverly was obviously showing no signs of having a problem holding the load. Collie was getting disheartened. Perhaps the diuretics hadn’t affected Beverly’s bladder at all. But as the hours progressed, it became clear that this was not the case. Beverly Johansson’s bladder began ballooning at a rapid rate as 11 am and noon came and went, and as the two women stopped for lunch at 1 pm, Collie couldn’t help but notice that Beverly’s bladder seemed as large as it was when she would relieve herself at the end of her shift. The experienced cop had shown no signs of the urge while in the squad car, but once out and on break for lunch, she finally commented, “Man, that coffee really went through me today! Feels like I’ve drunk twice as much as normal!” Collie nodded, but inside her mind was whirring as she realized there was a flaw in her plan. They had stopped at a local fast food joint for lunch, and of course there was nothing stopping Beverly from simply using the bathroom there, letting the diuretic fill her up again, and taking her normal pee after her shift. Collie desperately wanted to see her strong, commanding superior officer stretch herself to her limits, but at present Beverly Johansson had a way out…if she chose to use the fast food restaurant’s bathroom, that is.
True to herself, Beverly ordered a large drink with her meal and began sucking it down. Collie marveled at the fact that she would still do that despite her growing pee need, and they ate their meals in relative silence. When they had finished, Beverly put her empty cup down and patted her stiff, firm abdomen, then asked her trainee, “My word, what was in that coffee you gave me, anyway? Did you spike it with something?” Collie’s face blanched immediately. All her color drained away as she realized she’d been found out. Beverly had known all along about the diuretic, had played her game, and now she was calling Collie out on it. Collie took a deep breath and began readying an apology in her head…and then Beverly continued, “What’s wrong with you? Haha I was only joking. Calm down kiddo. You gotta loosen up a little! I’d loosen up too, but then I might just be sitting on a wet squad car seat before we’re done.” It took Collie a second to realize what Beverly had said, and another second for her to begin breathing again, but slowly but surely she discovered that she had not been found out, and that she was not about to be thrown out of the force. She smiled nervously and asked Beverly, “Gee, is it really that bad? You don’t need to use the bathroom here, do you?” Collie knew this question was a gamble. On one hand, she was putting the idea of using the restaurant’s bathroom squarely in Beverly’s mind, but on the other, she was saying it in a way that almost issued a challenge – one that she hoped Beverly’s pride wouldn’t allow her to back down from. Beverly waved her hand absentmindedly, replying, “Naw, I’ve been in tough situations before, I’ll be fine. Probably just in my head anyway. I haven’t drank any more than usual.” Collie nodded in response, and soon the two women made their way back to the squad car.
Soon the clock hit 2 pm, and by then Collie thought that Beverly had to be second guessing her decision not to pee in the restaurant. Her bladder was positively swollen now, the lower hem of her uniform top straining to contain it. The well-conditioned officer hadn’t made mention of her need again since they’d returned to patrolling the streets in the car, but Collie thought she was sitting much stiffer than before. Her strong legs were staying close together at all times. Collie knew a flood was building up inside Beverly’s strong bladder, but Beverly Johansson still gave no indication that she was going to let that flood break free any time soon.
They had just turned onto a side street when a voice came over the radio. “Attention all officers! We have a hostage situation at the corner of Smithfield Street and Pleasant Avenue! I repeat, hostage situation at the corner of Smithfield and Pleasant! All officers report immediately!” Instantly Beverly Johansson lept into action. The car squealed to a halt, and Beverly turned it on a dime and floored the accelerator. The siren blared as they sped to the scene. Collie was trying hard not to freak out, but the enormity of the situation was getting to her. Hostages?! All units needing to report?! It sounded very serious, and all thoughts of Beverly’s expanding bladder were forgotten.
In ten minutes they were there. The scene of the crime was the town’s bank. Squad cars were coming in seemingly every second. The road had already been cordoned off, and Collie thought there had to be nearly 20 officers on the scene. Beverly parked her car in line with the others, surrounding the bank’s front (and only) exit. Then she scanned the sea of officers, found who she was searching for, got out of the car, and went to talk to a greying man of about 50. Collie knew from her orientation that the man was their Chief of Police Jeff Ryerson, but she’d never actually spoken to him. Ryerson and Johansson spoke for a minute before Beverly came back to Collie and the car. “Ok kid, here’s your first taste of big league action,” Beverly told her, “There are gunmen in there, three of em. They’ve got about 30 people holed up in there, and of course they’re threatening to blow them to bits one by one unless we let them out of the bank with 10 million dollars. I’m all for just going in, calling the bluff of those rat bastards, and hauling them out one by one, but Ryerson’s the boss, and he can’t afford to take that chance. So he’s called in the hostage negotiator, which means until things get sorted, we stay put. The building stays surrounded until those cruddy robbers realize what they’re up against.” Trying not to shake with fear, Collie nodded and sat back down in their squad car. She didn’t think she was ready for this sort of thing, but the battle-hardened vet Beverly Johansson seemed as prepared as ever. She sat down next to Collie, pulled a bottle of water from under the seat, and began to drink. “So…what do we do until they decide to give up?” Collie asked her. Beverly just gave her a smirk. “We wait.”
For the first hour of the hostage crisis, Collie Winters was hopped up on adrenaline. For the second hour, she was going out of her mind with boredom. The hostage crisis had certainly sounded exciting, and Collie realized there were lives at stake, but playing the waiting game was driving her crazy. The negotiator had arrived on scene and spoken with the robbers, but so far no progress had been made other than the fact that no one had been shot yet. All in all, Collie was ruing the fact that there was nothing she could do to contribute besides sitting in the musty squad car, twiddling her thumbs until the time came for the baddies to get arrested. By 5 pm she was nearly climbing the walls, but then Collie noticed something. Beverly Johansson, who had been sitting stoically next to her this entire time, now had her legs crossed. And Collie thought it was her imagination at first, but after prolonged staring she realized that her trainer was actually rubbing her legs together as well! All the thoughts of filling Beverly’s mammoth bladder came flooding back to the teenager, and she began to feel both incredibly guilty and incredibly turned on. Beverly’s outstanding composure had kept Collie from seeing her full bladder agony all this time, but finally she was beginning to give in to her urge and fight it openly.
Collie sat for 15 more minutes in silence, but Beverly could not keep her legs still. Collie had to say something, for the tension that was building inside her at the thought of how full Bev’s bladder was becoming was getting to be too much for the young officer-in-training to take. “You ok?” she managed meekly, directing her gaze at her superior’s thighs, now in constant motion. “Me? Erm…yeah, just trying to stay focused. I feel like I’ve got to piss a bloody quart though. I think it’s because this is when our shift is normally done, so my mind is playing tricks on me, but still, damn, I’ve never had to go this bad on the job before.” If there was one thing Beverly Johansson was not, it was prudish, and Collie thanked her lucky stars that the older woman was admitting and talking about her need so freely. However, the level of sexual excitement building in Collie also made it difficult for her to focus on responding. It was a full minute before she replied, “A gallon.” Beverly turned towards her, “What?” Collie smiled a little as she repeated, “A gallon. You said you need to piss a quart, but personally I’m sure you’re holding a gallon in there.” The girl had looked in Beverly’s eyes briefly, but 95% of her attention was now being paid to the lady cop’s jutting, bursting abdomen. Surely the diuretics were working overtime to fill such a cavernous space. Beverly paused for a moment, then began to laugh, softly at first, but then growing in intensity, “Hahahahaha, kid, you are something else. I like the way you think. A gallon indeed!” Beverly continued to belly laugh until abruptly stopping, squeezing her legs tightly together as she did and wincing in pain. After a few seconds, she recovered and said, “Maybe that’s enough with the jokes for now. I don’t know how much laughter I can handle at a time like this.”
And so the waiting game continued. 6 pm stretched into 7, which stretched to 8, and all the while Beverly’s bladder did more stretching than the cop surely thought was possible. Collie was downright amazed by Beverly’s ability to withstand the pain of her aching organ, as well as to have the muscle control to hold her flood inside, even as it grew in volume with each passing minute. The tough woman officer’s composure had slowly been whittling away as the evening wore on. Crossed legs and shaking thighs at 5 pm had given way to a more curled up, elbows on her knees position by 6:30, which had transitioned to more rapid thigh-shaking. By 8 pm, Beverly was fanning her legs desperately and more often than not holding three fingers to her crotch. She’d also been forced to undo the top button of her uniform pants. The embarrassment she’d felt from this had made her put it off for hours, Beverly had confided to Collie just after popping the button free, but her bulging bladder had reached a stage where it needed the extra room or it would blow. Collie watched in awe, lulled by her sexual haze, as Beverly craned her neck in vain, hoping for some action to put an end to this torturous stakeout. “You know when I last took a piss, kid?” Beverly’s voice snapped Collie to attention. “What?....” was all the girl was able to manage. Being face to face with a sweaty, iron-bladdered dream woman in closed quarters was taking away her ability to string together sentences. “I asked if you knew when I last took a piss. But of course you don’t know. I just felt like telling you. Maybe the thought of how long it’s been will give me the strength to keep from flooding my patrol car.” Beverly said through gritted teeth, though she managed a smirk at that last comment. She continued, “It was before I fell asleep. 9 pm. I haven’t taken a piss in nearly a full freaking day! Can you believe that? Hell, I always knew I had some serious capacity, but I’m even impressed by that.” Collie was sure she responded with something semi-witty, because after she had finished speaking Beverly gave a little laugh through her bladder pain, but the younger girl had no idea what words had come to her lips. She was too busy ogling her superior’s sweaty, breathtaking abdominal bulge. Beverly gave a moan of agony from her state of pure bladder fullness, and then they both heard it.
The radio, which had been silent for hours as the negotiator tried to work some magic with the gunmen, crackled to life. “All units, move in! Repeat, all units, move in! Negotiations have failed. We’re going in!” Quick as a flash Beverly Johansson had her gun in hand and was out of her squad car. Collie scrambled to follow suit, and she came around the rear of the squad car so that she was behind the experienced officer. All told, it appeared as though all 20 or thereabouts officers were converging on the bank’s front entrance. Surveillance of the bank had revealed that the gunmen had managed to rig every other entrance with low grade explosives, but evidently they had been too busy with the hostages to rig the most important doors of all. Officers began pouring through the front doors after blowing off the locks, with Beverly and Collie near the end of the pack. That owed more to Beverly being unable to take large steps than due to any hesitation she had about going into battle. Collie, on the other hand, refused to move from behind her trainer. Not only was she afraid for what lay ahead, but she was also worried that she had sabotaged Beverly by plying her with so many diuretic-laden drinks. How could such a trivial experiment have gone so wrong?!?
The two women made their way through the dimly lit bank corridors. The hostage takers had had the forethought to shoot out all the lights. Every minute or two a few shots would ring out, but the police officers were clearly winning the fight. Collie saw one injured perp get dragged from the scene as the officers overpowered him, then a second. The last criminal was holed up in the second level of the bank, but he apparently had the hostages locked there with him, so getting to him would be a struggle. Beverly and Collie approached the main staircase, flanking the rest of the officers. Ryerson, the police chief, was speaking in low tones to another officer as they plotted out a strategy to take down the final intruder. Suddenly, shots rang out! The policemen scattered. Collie dove for cover, ending up behind a wall on the other side of the staircase entrance. Then she heard a groan. Looking to her right, Collie saw Beverly hunched over, hands clasped against her lower belly. Collie frantically glanced around. Only she and Beverly had dove to this side. All the remaining officers were behind the wall on the opposite side of the staircase, and before she could yell for help, they began rushing up to the second level, determined to take out the final hostage taker. Collie crawled over to Beverly. “Oh my gosh, are you hurt??? I’ll get someone…I’ll…” Beverly shushed her and slowly removed her hands. To Collie’s great relief, there was no blood, only Beverly’s behemoth of an abdomen. “Fuck, it hurt so much to dive over here. I landed straight….on my bladder.” The veteran officer breathed shakily. Her hands continued to rub the stretched skin that surrounded her aching bladder. Then Beverly squeezed her legs tight to fight off a spasm against her weakening sphincter. It seemed to take all of her resolve to remain dry as she squatted down against the wall. She pulled Collie close and whispered, “Where did everyone else go?” Collie motioned to the staircase. “They went for the gunman.” Beverly regarded this for a second before moaning in pain once more. She regained her composure, barely, legs spazzing and fanning with reckless abandon as she fought to control her bladder muscles for a few moments more. “They all left for the second floor?” Beverly asked shortly, taking quick breaths now. It seemed to Collie as if she was clenching every muscle in her body every second or two to remain in control of her overworked sphincter. Collie peered out, saw no one, and nodded that they were alone.
“But, why?” she asked her superior officer. Beverly let out her loudest groan yet as more bladder spasms ripped through her, then replied quietly, “Because I need to take a piss and I’m going to do it right here!” She grabbed at the sides of her uniform pants and began to tug them down. Collie’s eyes widened at the thought of the flood that she was about to witness. It was sure to eclipse every piss she’d ever heard Beverly take after a shift, and the young trainee was going to see it all firsthand! At that moment, there was one final burst of gunfire, and then officers began jogging back down the steps. Beverly frantically pulled her uniform pants back up, still unrelieved. There was a look of pure terror in her eyes as she realized that she was no longer alone, and no longer able to do the thing that her body had been screaming at her to do for hours now. With as much composure as she could muster, Beverly Johansson marched back into line with the rest of the officers, Collie just behind her, having just cut off the piss of her life before it had even started. The officers exited the bank, Ryerson at the tail end with the bloodied and battered final gunman in handcuffs. The freed hostages followed, bellowing with joy. Some of the police stayed to clean up the scene and get information from the hostages, but Collie and Beverly were not among them. They had already been kept for hours past their allotted shift time, and thankfully Ryerson simply wished them a good night as they strode past him and to their squad car.
Beverly was doing her best to keep her stoic front as she got to the car, but Collie knew better. The woman was keeping her bladder controlled by the final remnants of her willpower and sphincter strength, nothing more. Her composure was hanging by a thread. They entered the car and Beverly immediately began clutching herself hard between her legs. “Fuck!....I should have pissed there while I had the chance! I can’t hold it! I need to piss somewhere, anywhere!” Beverly was grinding her ass into the seat and bouncing up and down as she held on. Collie could tell Bev was pushing past any limits the veteran cop thought she had. She was entering uncharted waters, and if she wasn’t careful, those waters would be all over the seat of her car. “Do you want to go back to the station?” Collie asked, loving every second of Beverly’s plight but also not wanting the woman to embarrass herself. Beverly shot her a crazy look, “No way, it’s too far! I’ll never make it! There’s gotta be a restaurant with an open bathroom around here! Let’s just go! I really can’t wait!” With that, the lady cop pried one hand from her crotch, put it on the wheel, put the squad car in drive, and hastily pulled out of the bank parking lot and onto the main road. Her knees were knocking together and the car’s speed was sputtering because she needed to bounce her foot instead of keeping it steadily on the gas pedal. Desperately Beverly’s eyes careened from one side of the road to the other and back, searching for an open restaurant, bar, store, anything with a toilet so that she could relieve herself.
Closed, closed, closed, everything they went past was closed for the night. Beverly yelled in dismay as the search grew fruitless. Then, at the end of the block, she spotted a building with its lights still on. The female cop stepped down on the gas, sped in front of it, and performed the best parallel park job Collie had ever seen from someone who was clearly not focusing even an iota on making sure the car was aligned with the sidewalk. Beverly steeled herself as the car stopped, rubbed her mammoth abdomen in a vain attempt to calm it down, put her hand over her vagina once more, and then finally exited the car with shaking steps. Collie watched from the passenger’s seat. Beverly made her way unsteadily to the front door of the restaurant, but as she reached it, the owner came out to put out the closed for the night sign. The windows were up, so Collie couldn’t hear too well, but she saw Beverly gesturing frantically towards the door, then to her crossed legs, but the store manager wouldn’t budge. He shook his head at her and pointed her back to the squad car. Beverly stamped her feet in dismay, pee dancing on the spot, trying to find some way to convince the man to let her inside to use their toilet. He continued to shake his head, so in a last ditch effort Beverly lifted her top just enough for him to see the all-encompassing fullness of her bladder, then reached out and took his hand, placing it on her bulge. Collie managed to catch the words, “See?! It’s hard as a rock, you motherfucker! Now let me in there to piss it out!” because Beverly shrieked them at a higher pitch than Collie had ever heard from her before, but the owner of the restaurant held his ground. Slumping her head in defeat, Beverly pee danced back to the squad car, shaking with anger, dismay, and desperation, and sat down in the driver’s seat, her hand now balled up into a fist and jammed into her crotch to keep her waters at bay.
“Where now?” Collie asked. It was all she could think of to say as she watched her normally cool and composed superior officer fight the battle of her life with her iron, hurting bladder. “Can’t…..hold…..it…..” Beverly grunted, face red with the effort she was putting into clenching herself shut. Collie looked at her and saw a defeated woman, a woman who had dared to think about peeing on the floor of a public building while her comrades continued to do their jobs, a woman who begged an arrogant business owner to use his facilities because she couldn’t hold it anymore, a woman who was done in by a simple diuretic in her morning coffee, and Collie realized that she couldn’t have that. She needed Beverly to be strong through it all, because that’s where the attraction lay for her. If Beverly lost control now, the entire experiment would be for naught. Collie decided to take a risk… “Beverly! Dammit, Bev! You’ve held it for this long! Don’t lose it now! Where can you go? Think! Do you live close to here?!” Collie shouted desperately at the twitching, vibrating woman sitting next to her, overcome with bladder agony. Beverly took a moment to acknowledge Collie, even as she yelled, but then turned to face her slightly and nodded, almost imperceptibly, to say that yes, her home was near their current location. “Then drive home! For the love of God, drive home and piss in your own toilet!” Collie didn’t know if such a stern approach would work with Bev’s bladder and psyche in such a fragile state, but then the older woman put the car back in drive and began speeding off down the main road, and Collie could only hope that her superior’s home was near.
Five minutes later the squad car screeched to a halt in front of Beverly Johansson’s fine estate. Collie exited the car quick as a flash, determined not to miss any of what she was most certainly about to witness, and still Beverly, in her breathtaking desperation, managed to beat her out of the car. The lady cop was hobbling to her front door, moaning incoherently from the strain her heavy balloon of a bladder was being placed under. Beverly stopped at her front door, nearly popped right then and let loose on her doormat, and then summoned the last of her courage and bladder fortitude to double cross her legs, squat low to keep control, and finally get the key in the lock and open her door. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” the veteran officer was mumbling to herself as she tap danced towards her bathroom, Collie following her every step of the way. They turned down one hallway, then another, and finally the bathroom was in sight.
With a scream of joy, Beverly Johansson threw herself into her bathroom, tore her uniform pants down so quickly that they ripped, sat on her toilet, and let loose an amazing torrent of boiling, agonizing piss. Collie took one millisecond to steal a glance at a clock hanging on the wall to confirm that it was 9 pm, meaning that Beverly’s loud, hissing load that was currently streaming into the salvation of the toilet bowl had been contained inside of her for exactly 24 hours, diuretic and all. How Beverly Johansson had managed that, the young trainee would never know, and by the looks of things Beverly couldn’t believe it herself. She just kept rubbing the bulge in her abdomen, which remained impressive in size even after two minutes of splattering pee had emptied from it. Her bladder had been taxed to its max and survived, if only just. As Beverly’s long piss reached its fourth minute without showing a sign of stopping, Collie became aware of her own pressing need. While she hadn’t drank nearly as much as the veteran cop or had the added pressure of the diuretics, Collie had been without a restroom for 15 hours, and her well-trained bladder was suddenly beginning to rebel. Collie looked at Beverly, looked back at her own bladder bulge, looked at Beverly again, still sitting on the toilet in complete bliss, and decided that one more risk was in order.
Without hesitation, Collie Winters sat down on top of Beverly’s thighs, facing the older woman and pressed up right against her, then released her own flood of pee in between both of their legs and into the toilet, where it mixed with Beverly’s still-emanating stream. Collie’s hiss was forceful in its own right, though clearly nothing compared to Beverly’s torrent. Beverly nearly got up and threw Collie off of her, but in a last ditch effort, the younger girl moved in and kissed her, passionately and with nothing but unmitigated desire. For five full seconds Beverly did not kiss back. She did not pull away or push Collie off, but she did not respond in kind. Then, as Collie breathed a mental sigh of relief to go with her physical one, Beverly gave in, melted into her arms, and kissed back firmly, both women seated on a single toilet, relieving a day’s worth of stress, tension, and most importantly, piss. Collie groped Beverly’s breasts gently while Bev’s hands went to Collie’s ass, and as both women moaned with pleasure, their pees finally ended, Collie’s after 3 minutes and Beverly’s after an astounding 7 minutes total. The women looked deeply into each other’s eyes, and Collie told her strong lady cop, “Now that, I’d say, was a policewoman piss.” Beverly smiled, chuckled, and gave her a sultry look. “Come on,” she replied, moving to get up while still holding on to Collie, “My bedroom is this way.” |
Ayla and the Nightlands
Just a little backstory before I write this: I've been hanging around this site anonymously and until recently, I hadn't considered signing up but seeing
many of the stories written on this site, I felt a need to express my creativity also. This story holds a special place in my heart and until recently it was left to gather dust in an old notebook in my bedroom for two years (It was part of an english essay: writing a fiction of any genre. Being the fan of anime and manga I was when I was in school I instantly took to fantasy, and for a brief time it consumed my life). Since the aforementioned viewings of the fictions, I decided to repurpose a view sections, (Rip out a few pages, add some new pages, rework some lines to accomodate omorashi and such) and wipe the dust away from the cover for all to enjoy. Anyway, humour me for the first chapter, it's been a while since I put pen to paper. (Or in this case finger to keyboard)
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-Prologue-
Thornberry Academy
The letter read: "Dear Ayla Tsereteli
On behalf of the staff here at Thornberry Academy, please allow me to be the first to both greet and accept you into
Your first year as a student. After close examination of your grades and performance at your previous school in the
Area of Ethereal History and Ethereal Theory, we found you to be a more than a suitable candidate. The academic
year shall commence August 2nd at 9:00. You will be required, along with the rest of the first years to attend the
assembley in the great hall.
We also must bring bad news: due to the recent influx of students being welcomed into the academy. We are forced to make the
appropriate adjustments to deal with the lack of vacanies in the student dormitories, you will be required to lodge in the
"Eden's Lodge" Located just outside the Academy gates. We have provided, for your convenience, instructions on how to reach
the Lodge from the Train station.
The Academy officials look forward to meeting you.
Regards
Frederick Lumen, Dean of Thornberry Academy
Ayla still couldn't believe it. Every time she would glance down at the words on that paper, she felt a need to pinch herself, just to see if she was dreaming. Thornberry was the most prestigious academy in the whole country. When she attended her final year of school, she would hear optimistic chatter of the other students, dreaming and hoping that they could just at least gaze beyond the high walls of the institute. Often also, She'd hear them complain of how they would never attend the academy. Even the schools elite found it an impossible task to be given the privilege of attending Thornberry. So sure of their feeble attempts, they never attempted to boast that they would be welcomed, they knew all too well that it took a special mind...no a unique mind to be accepted.
What really made her feel warm was the sense of pride that she qualified with her own talents. Normally, Thornberry welcomed people outside the area only if they were naturally bound to the Ethereal Realm, born to perform great feats of magic, something that needed the most experienced minds to help teach and control the power within a child. Sadly, Ayla was not lucky enough to be gifted with such amazing powers, but the academy still needed minds to learn and further the understanding of the magic realm, and even those who couldn't perform a feat of magic could still be a powerful scholar. Her great mind and even greater intelligence were the only powers she possessed.
Ayla sat alone in the train carriage, left with only her questions mixing with the sounds and whistles of the locomotive. A lone woman moved up the aisle, pushing a trolley of food. "Excuse me," She stopped beside Ayla, "Can I offer you anything? I've noticed you've sat there for six hours and haven't eaten."
It was true, she'd only eaten a piece of toast on the morning, and the second she stepped on the train her appetite had depleted instantly. As the trolley made several passes while the train was bustling and alive, she just felt sick looking at all the sweets.
"I'm not very hungry. Thank you." Ayla had a sweet voice, one that just couldn't sound angry, even if she tried, which she rarely did, her voice was innocent, like the squeak of a mouse.
The steward moved on, dragging the trolley into the next cart. The train was bare now, everybody had gotten off at the last stop, which was the countries capital-SerKraine, she was the only one travelling into Thornberry. It was rolling into Dusk now, just as the final day of summer began to drift into the final night, the tip of Thornberry donned on the horizon. Her mind began swimming in questions again, she kept asking herself.
"What will the academy be like? Will it be nice? Will it be like people have heard? Beautiful? Magical? "
"Are the people friendly...what if I become a loner? Forced to spend the two most highly-regarded years of my life alone? without a friend?"
"What if it is too hard? If my studies are near impossible and i'm forced to drop out? I'll be a failure-the girl who attended the worlds greatest academy...and ran off because she's an idiot?"
She nestled her head into her arms. "I'm not an idiot. I've gotten this far, I can go much further." It was quieter in the dark, the scent of flowers on her sleeves was sweet. She could just lie there, burrowed away from life in the black of her shirt and think more gracefully, about the brighter part of her adventure, about being able to don a uniform so few people got to wear. "I wonder what colour their uniform is...I wonder if it is short-skirt or long skirt...?" Her mind pushed aside the fearsome questions, she hoped she it looked much like her old uniform: a white sweater and a short grey dress with either knee high socks or black tights. She began thinking of herself, standing the large courtyard, surrounded by her own manifestation of the academy. She imagined the buildings being rustic and tall, like an old gothic castle with small gothic manors dotted around, perhaps with a large clock tower that chimed greatly every hour, all locked away behind a large stone wall. She closed her eyes and found herself drifting to sleep for the remainder of the journey.
The train ground to a halt, pushing Ayla forward and rudely waking her from a peaceful sleep. She grasped her rucksack before it could spill it's contents across the floor.
"We have arrived at our final stop-Thornberry. Please be careful exiting the train and have a pleasant evening."
The station was empty. Thornberry was the last port of call for many trains that travelled across the country. Many of the locomotives had been put to rest for the night at the back of the station, in the shadows. With a loud whistle and a small plume of smoke, the last locomotive of the night was placed onto the rotating track and positioned among its steel brethren for a night of slumber.
A few people still walked the streets in the evening heat. A small group of people heading to a nearby tavern called the Jolly Dodger, other than them, the streets were empty. Ayla had wondered if she'd walked into some other world, where people were practically non-existent. Every window had a lit lantern to stave off the dark, and a silhouette behind each curtain, dancing and twisting in the light. She rummaged around in her rucksack, and removed the instructions for reaching her new home-Edens Lodge.
They read: Turn left from the train station
Pass a tavern called the Jolly Dodger
Continue up the road until you reach Salton's Boulevard
Turn right and head straight forward until you reach the building at the end
She began walking. The streets grew no more crowded as she moved towards Edens Lodge. Buildings got bigger the more she walked: Small shops, restraunts, bakeries, workhouses, breweries and factories, every kind of establish was randomly placed in whatever empty space of city was open. They all stood like images in a painting, and they stood against a canvas of large grey stone.
"The academy must lie beyond that wall." She thought, curiously. She was only a few feet from a building many never got to see. The feeling was exciting, it was like all her doubts and fears had melted away. It loomed over the city like a giant over a mere village, drowning out any light. Just gazing made her think it was the kind of place that demanded it be the biggest among the bunch just to establish dominance. Ayla sighed and walked on, clutching her rucksack and picking up pace, seeing that wall made her curiosity soar like an eagle.
The Eden's lodge was just up ahead. Ayla could see a few lights glowing in the downstairs windows. On the street corner, she noted the student shop, which was closed for the evening. Small houses made of wood and stone created a tight corridor. The lodge itself was impressive, made up of three floors, with a large stone rooftop and stained glass windows that glowed from the weak lights beside them. Two men stood in the garden out front, beside an open front door. One of them was much younger than the other, maybe a few years than she was.he was handsome, with short brown hair and gold eyes , wearing a formal set-up, like a butler and had a set of mannerisms equal to his clothes.
"Good evening, my lady. My name is Alexander," he gave her a polite bow, "allow me to introduce you to Mr Eden."
The older man looked sinister, he too was a handsome man, but his appearance was ruined by a degrading fatigue. His eyes sagged and had bags of black beneath, like he'd been beaten severely. His hair was dark and unbrushed, which made him look less sophisticated than his butlers greeting made him seem. "Good evening. Am I correct to assume you are Ayla Tsereteli?"
She nodded.
"Good. I was expecting you tomorrow with the other two lodgers. Lucky for you one of them already arrived yesterday." He clapped his hands and before Ayla knew it, the butler, Alexander, was taking her bag and slinking away behind the door.
"Welcome to the Eden Lodge, my girl." Mr Eden gave a strange eerie smile that chilled her blood a little, but it was most likely just his appearance that him look menacing. "I'd be happy to give you a tour."
With a smile, Ayla nodded.
"Please then...follow me."
In they went into the house. Out of the darkness. The sun had set now, and the night embraced the world beneath it. In the distance a clock chimed for seven o'clock.
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The Wet Look - A salon with a desperation obsessed stylist and a bursting customer...
At the Wet Look salon Paris enjoys watching her clients squirm while she deliberately takes her time cutting their hair. Add some free coffee to the mix and its a recipe for public desperation and ultimate humiliation. It might also be the chance Kelly has been looking for to try out lesbian sex for the first time in her life...
Chapter 1 –Desperate for a Haircut
When my hair was bad enough for Ginger to comment I knew it was time to go to the salon. Her hair exploded from the top of her head like a mad scientist with a hand in a wet plug socket. I’ll admit I had been putting it off for a while but only because I couldn’t really afford it at the minute. University seems designed to suck money from you and I was into a second year of textbooks that cost more than gold bullion and lectures costing three figures a time.
So it had been a while since I’d last had a proper haircut but I thought I’d hidden that fact well, styling it every morning before classes started. But as I walked into the kitchen to get my wake up coffee fix, Ginger reading her Morning Marxist or whatever cause of the week newspaper she was into at the moment, I was shocked by what she said.
“You really need a haircut you know?”
Not a good morning, not a how are you today, just you need a haircut. I walked past her to the mirror on the far wall and looked at myself. Maybe she was right.
“I can’t really afford it at the minute.” I opened the fridge and leaned past the tubs of indeterminate mush to find my labelled milk hidden at the back. Two days past expiry, this better be the last coffee I make with it.
“There’s a new place on Church Street. The Wet Look. They use trainees in there, I’ve heard it’s pretty cheap.”
“How do you know so much about it? You told me you haven’t been to a salon since you were about seven.”
“Oh, they do other things in there too.”
I didn’t think to ask her what she meant. I assumed she was talking about tanning or a nail bar or something like that. If I’d known just what other things they offered, I never would have gone no matter how cheap it was. Still, it’s too late now. I rang to make an appointment whilst walking to uni and to my surprise they said they could fit me in that afternoon. I grabbed a quick lunch after the dullest lecture in the history of the world and then headed into town. By the time I’d made it to Church Street I needed a pee so I bypassed the salon and made my way to the public toilet at the end of the road. Just my luck that it was closed, a lopsided sign dangling from the door said ‘Shut for maintainence.’
There was a part of me that wanted to dig out a marker from my bag to correct the spelling but I resisted. What difference would it have made? Turning on my heels I walked back to the salon thinking I should be able to last until after my hair cut. How wrong I was.
As soon as I pushed the door open I was pounced on by a teenage girl with jet black hair and too much make up. “Can I help you?” she asked, standing far too close to me.
“Yes, I’ve an appointment. 1.15.”
“What name is it?” She turned to pick up a clipboard, running her finger down the list.
“Rhodes. Kelly Rhodes.”
“Take a seat Miss Rhodes and we’ll be with you in a minute. Can I get you a free coffee?”
I sat in an oversized leather armchair and leaned forward to flick through the dog-eared magazines as I sipped an awful black coffee. I was shocked when I noticed the fetish magazines, front covers showing women tied up or spanked and some even had dark patches on their trousers as if they’d been photographed whilst wetting themselves. I put them down in disgust and stood up. “Excuse me, I don’t suppose you’ve got a bathroom I could use at all?”
“I’m afraid not Miss Rhodes but there is one down the road. If you’re quick you could-“
“It’s shut,” I replied, cutting her off mid-sentence.
“Oh well, we won’t be long.” She smiled a reassuring smile and sat back behind the desk, flicking through a magazine. I caught a glimpse of the contents before I sat back down, a photo of a woman’s face, mouth open, as water poured into it. At least I hoped it was water.
As I sat there, I felt my need to pee growing stronger. It didn’t help that I had nothing to distract me while I waited, making me shift in my seat and repeatedly cross and uncross my legs. The clock on the far wall ticked off the minutes. It reached half past and I was about to stand up and go, my bladder pressing into my belt as it bulged outwards, when the door behind the counter opened and a tall woman stepped out, smiling at me. “Miss Rhodes?”
“That’s me.”
“Hi, I’m Paris. Lovely to meet you. Come this way.”
She pointed at a chair near the window and I climbed into it, looking at myself in the enormous mirror as from the corner of my eye I saw the blur of traffic passing by outside.
“And what are we doing today?” She began combing my hair as she spoke, making me wince as she teased out knots I didn’t even know were there.
“Oh nothing too crazy. It needs a tidy up, maybe take an inch off the bottom.”
“I think your bottom’s just fine,” she giggled to herself. Trust me to get a reject from a seventies sex comedy for a hair stylist. “Now I think I know what I can do with this. The question is, do you trust me?”
“I guess so. You won’t do anything too crazy will you?”
“No, of course not. Let me get my weapons. Zara, would you mind?”
The girl behind the counter came round and wrapped a towel round my neck, passing a selection of scissors and clippers to Paris.
“It’s very important you keep perfectly still until I’m finished, do you think you can do that for me Miss Rhodes?”
“I think so. It won’t take too long will it?”
“No. Be done in a jiffy.”
She took my head in her hands and positioned it so I was staring into my own eyes in the mirror, sitting bolt upright. As she began to work on me, I felt the sudden urgent need to squirm. Keeping still was the last thing I needed to ensure I didn’t wet myself, I wanted to wriggle, to shuffle in my seat, to jump up and leave and find a toilet before it was too late. But I also didn’t want the embarrassment of leaving half way through a haircut and looking an idiot until I could afford to get it fixed. So I stayed still. I found that scrunching up my toes and releasing them helped for the first few minutes. After that I began to feel more and more uncomfortable. I was starting to shuffle my knees up and down, humming to myself as Paris snipped away at me.
If she’d made conversation that might have helped but when I tried she just asked me to keep quiet so she could concentrate. “It’s the first day I’ve been allowed to cut unsupervised,” she said at one point which didn’t exactly help to calm my nerves about the whole thing.
After an eternity she stepped back and looked me up and down. “Are you done?” I asked, ready to sprint for the door.
“Not quite,” she replied. “I’ll be back in a second. Just need a bottle of something. Zora, make sure she doesn’t move. It’s really important.”
I heard a bell jingle and the door opened. Two women had walked in, chatting to each other as they sat behind me. I could hear them flicking through the magazines and could just see the tops of their heads in the mirror. I was trying to keep still but my bladder was feeling incredibly full, making me increasingly anxious that I might not have time to make it to a toilet when I finally did get out of here.
“Please keep still,” Zora said when she saw me shuffle on the seat. I forced my legs to stop moving and at least under the towel my hands were hidden. I managed to shove them between my legs and clamped down on them, cupping my pussy and pressing hard with my fingers to try and help hold in my desire to pee. More time passed and there was still no sign of Paris coming back, my hand kept rubbing up against my clit as I squeezed my knees together which sent unwanted tingles of arousal through me.
I was getting closer and closer to panic as I fought off the urgent need for the bathroom. In my distress I unbuttoned the top of my trousers and squeezed a hand inside, pushing them into my panties and against myself, holding a finger to the very spot where I knew all the fluid in me wanted to escape. To my surprise I found myself damp down there, my panties warm and wet to the touch after my clit had been teased for so long.
My finger brushed over the aching nub to try and calm the growing itch I felt there and I almost gasped at the sensation, it felt more sensitive than it ever had before, perhaps the naughtiness of my public location was turning me on more than I’d realised.
At last Paris came back, holding a spray bottle. She began squirting water onto my hair, droplets forming on the back of my neck and running down my spine. The sensation sent my bladder over the edge and I momentarily lost control. I felt a squirt of pee hit my fingers, soaking into my panties as I squeezed my muscles, stopping any more from coming out.
Paris kept spraying my hair and it was torture, making me squirm on my seat, my legs jiggling up and down. “Please keep still,” she said. “Otherwise I might mess this up and it’s the most difficult bit.”
She leaned closely over me, her breasts almost touching my chin as she snipped round the back of my head. She leaned further and they squashed up against my face, making it impossible to breathe. It was only for a second and then she was moving on but I could have sworn I’d felt the hardness of her nipples through her top.
She leaned towards my ear, her mouth close enough to kiss me. My earlobes have always been sensitive and feeling her hot breath on them sent a shudder of pleasure through me, making me lose control again, another squirt of pee managing to escape. I fought to contain the rest but I knew any more escapes and it would start soaking through my trousers and then I’d not be able to keep it hidden from the world anymore.
“Nearly done,” Paris said, leaning closer and whispering quietly so nobody else could hear her. “I want you to watch you wet yourself.”
I'll post chapter two if you like the start but if you can't wait to read the rest you can find the whole story here. |
Authors note: This my first time writing a fanfiction like this so I can't say for sure whether you'll like it or not but I put what is likely hours into this, I have re-read parts of it multiple times changing details over and over until they seemed 'right'. But anyway let's just get on with the story.
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Celebi was spending her day at the mall but she had no idea about what was going to happen to her.
"What a good day this has been." she said as she finished her 1.5 liter bottle of strawberry flavored water.
She had already had 2 other 1.5 liter bottles of water beforehand but she liked the flavor so much she couldn't help herself. As she threw away the empty bottle she felt a small twinge in her bladder but ignored it.
A half-hour later while she was looking around inside a bookstore she felt another more powerful urge hit her bladder as all that water she drank finally caught up to her.
"Oh, I have to go. Well it's not that bad yet, I just have to find a bathroom and I'll be fine." she said as she set off in search of a bathroom.
She searched around the whole store but couldn't find a bathroom anywhere. After a few minutes of searching another wave surged through her bladder as the pressure increased.
I'm not going to last if I can't find a bathroom. she thought to herself as she decided to search outside the store. She had started fidgeting a little at this point but it was not noticeable.
She looked all over the nearby areas of the mall but to no avail. As she looked she started becoming more desperate and began fidgeting more then she did before. After fifteen minutes of searching she decided to look in other areas of the mall.
I just have to hold it in a little longer she thought as she continued her search. By this point she would have to stop and grab herself from time to time in order to stay in control but she was discreet about it.
During her search she would stop and ask people if they knew where she could find a bathroom but they were unable to help.
By the time she was halfway across the mall she was visibly desperate and there was no doubt that her bladder was full. Her legs were crossed and her hands were pressed against her pee hole as she continued to hold it in.
Oh.... I don't know how much longer I can hold it. she thought as another wave of desperation ran through her bladder causing her to bend forward momentarily.
Just as she thought she was never going to find a bathroom she saw a sign pointing to where one was.
"Finally!" she said with joy as she ran to where the sign was pointing.
However when she reached the bathroom she saw a sign on the door that said 'Out of order'.
"WHAT?! I can't believe this, I finally found a bathroom and I can't even use it." she said in disbelief. Then she heard a sudden hissing noise and looked down to see that a small puddle had formed around her.
The shock from seeing that the bathroom was unusable right after she thought that she would finally be able to relieve herself caused her to wet a little, but she was able to quickly stop the flow. Although some urine had been released from her bladder it brought her no relief because her bladder was still very full.
She knew she couldn't hold it long enough to find another bathroom so she headed back out to the area she was in before with the hope that she would be able to think of something.
"What am I going to do?" she asked herself as she felt another painful spasm "I don't think I can hold it in much longer."
By this point she was at her limit and the only thing she could think about was the fact that she really needed to go. She no longer cared whether she was in a bathroom or not as long as she could relieve herself.
If only I could find a place where no one can see me. she thought as she looked around for a place where she could go. Suddenly she saw a row of fake bushes lined up against a wall with no one near them. That will work perfectly! she thought with joy as she ran towards the line of fake bushes.
She waited until no one was looking and then ducked into the space between the wall and bushes. She peeked out from her hiding place to take one last look around to make sure no one was there. Once she confirmed that she was alone she positioned herself in a good spot then squatted down and started peeing.
"Ahhhh that feels so much better." she said sighing in relief as she finally released all of her pent-up liquid from her body. She spent over a minute emptying her bladder before the stream died down into a trickle and then stopped entirely.
Once she finished she peeked out from behind her hiding place again to make sure that no one was near the line of bushes and that no one was looking in that direction so that when she came out no one would suspect a thing. Once she determined that the coast was clear she stepped out from behind the bushes.
"I'm glad that's over with" she said, grateful that she no longer had to worry about having a full bladder.
And with that Celebi went back to enjoying her day at the mall.
Please let me know what you think. Like I said this is my first time doing something like.
And about the ending, I actually had some other ideas for how the story would end but ultimately went with the bushes. However I am willing to post the scrapped endings as alternate endings if anyone is interested. Just ask. |
Just wanted to thank everyone for their feedback for past stories. Even though I'm really bad at replying to comments, I really do appreciate the encouragement! It definitely helps me get creative a lot more often and write more :)
Jessie had just the right amount of crazy in her to make her boyfriend Jon a very happy and lucky man. Her antics were probably a bit much for most guys, but for Jon, it resulted in a ton of fun. They had sex in nearly every position included in the Kama Sutra, made out heavily in public, even experimented with S&M. However, there was one thing that Jon had not been able to reveal to his girlfriend of 3 years due to embarrassment.
The problem with dating a crazy chick was that there were predictable consequences when things hit a rough patch. Jessie had been brought up in a very uptight religious environment which had certainly scarred her in certain ways. Being as sexually active as possible outside of wedlock was just her way of coping with her controlled past. However, there were certain things she demanded out of Jon. She forbade him from masturbating or watching pornography, saying that his sexual energy should be reserved for her. In all fairness, she was almost always willing to please him unless they happened to have an argument.
Jon had learned quite quickly just how serious she was about this rule when they first moved in together. He had taken the opportunity to rub one out while she was out shopping and she had smelled his ejaculate the moment she had undone his pants that night. She had withheld sex for a week as punishment, but Jon had caved again in the shower on the sixth day. When they finally got down to business again, Jessie had insisted to start things off with a blowjob so she could determine if he had cheated based on his load size. After deeming the amount she had swallowed to be insufficient, Jon was forced to struggle through another week without sexual release. The next time, Jessie was pleased to swallow several gulps of his cum.
Jon had a pee fetish. He loved everything about women peeing- desperation, relief, wetting, golden showers. Jessie had always urged him to be upfront with his desires, but he considered this secret to be too crude and dirty to reveal to anyone else. He had imagined his hot brunette girlfriend peeing on him many times, but she was actually quite reserved about toilet-related matters. She always closed the door when she peed and had even asked him to do the same when he had tried leaving it ajar to test the waters. He had never seen her desperate for the toilet, always taking caution to pee whenever possible and limiting fluid intake away from home. Jon just knew that this wasn't something he should share with her.
Jon satisfied his interests by viewing online pee content secretly while Jessie was away. The temptation to masturbate was always almost too strong but he made sure to resist it and wait for her to come home and satisfy him. He made sure to clear his internet history well before she arrived home.
One weekend, while Jessie was away shopping with her friends, Jon was up to his usual sinful activity. He had been watching omorashi films for a full hour with a raging hard-on, wishing he could orgasm to his favorite content just once for old time's sake. Jessie had just texted that she would be heading back home in twenty minutes. Suddenly, the power went out and the desktop computer screen went black. In horror, Jon came to realization at what had just happened. Jessie was on her way home and the computer had just shut down with his full surfing history intact! Frantically, he pushed the power button, knowing it was a lost cause. He called the power company to report the outage, hoping for a quick fix, but they said it would be at least an hour if not longer. Jon cleaned up as much as possible and prepared himself to act natural when Jessie got home. He knew that she was always horny when she got home from shopping, which usually worked well with his porn viewing habits.
True to form, she dropped her bags at the door and started a hot strip dance for her man as she walked in. In no time, they were in bed together embraced in a cuddle after thirty minutes of amazing sex. Jon was fighting the urge to fall asleep as Jessie got up to pee. The last thing he wanted was to have the power come on and Jessie getting to the computer before he did. Upon exiting the washroom, she offered to make them a salad for dinner since there were not many other options with the power outage.
Unfortunately for Jon, the power come back on a few minutes later while she was in the kitchen (which faced the living room with the computer) and he still in bed. He rushed out to get to the computer, but the damage was done. The screen had lit up to reveal a photo of a topless woman peeing on a man through her panties. Motionless and in shock, Jessie looked at the monitor. She frowned visibly and approached the computer, flicking through tabs of Jon's pee fetish material, unable to believe her eyes. After two minutes, she finally looked up to face her boyfriend in a mixture of anger, disappointment, and confusion.
Jon didn't know what to say- the relationship was surely over. He stood frozen on the spot burning red with humiliation over what she had discovered. Jessie finally spoke. "No sex for two weeks."
Jon tried to stammer an apology or explanation; he really didn't know which; but Jessie was having none of it. She just wordlessly set his bowl of salad on the table and they sat dinner in cold silence.
Two days later, Jon was already horny beyond grief. He really didn't know how he was going to last a whole two weeks without sex of any kind. The good news was that Jessie had seemed to have returned to normal. Other than the absence of sex, they were talking again. However, neither of them had brought up the topic of what had been on the computer. That morning, Jon woke up to the sight of naked Jessie lying awake next to him. His morning wood instantly got harder as she went to the washroom to pee audibly with the door open. She was torturing him!
The experience excited poor Jon the entire workday. It had been such a thrill to hear her morning pee!
That evening, Jessie brought home a bottle of white wine to enjoy with dinner. They had two glasses each and were cuddling on the sofa when she announced that she needed to pee. She got up and started to walk away before turning back and inviting him to watch her. Jon was instantly rock hard and hurriedly followed her. She lowered her lounge pants and panties to pee a solid stream into the toilet. Jon instinctively reached to touch her wetting pussy, but she quickly pushed his had away, reminding him that he wasn't allowed to touch her for another ten days. She wiped and finished, "accidentally" brushing her boyfriend's erect manhood as she got up.
"I guess you can pee now," she giggled as she left the washroom. Jon grabbed his penis and helplessly waited for his erection to subside so he could add to her waters in the toilet. He finally rejoined her on the couch ten minutes later.
The next day was even more torturous. Jessie shared her morning pee fully this time, standing naked in the shower with spread legs as Jon watched. He ended up being late for work, unable to contain his massive boner. The need to cum was getting unbearable for him, especially with his girlfriend's progressively crueler punishments. Focusing at work was almost impossible, as visions of Jessie peeing dominated his thoughts. Furthermore, having blue balls all the time was a painful experience.
That evening, he arrived home to discover Jessie had taken half the workday off. Four empty cans of beer were set on the dining table. In the kitchen, Jessie was wearing an apron with skin tight jeans underneath, revealing her perfect ass. She was doing an epic pee dance as she prepared a delicious home-cooked dinner. Jon could immediately see that she was hopelessly desperate for the toilet.
She invited him to help her cook and Jon got a first-hand look at her drunk crotch grabbing, as she struggled not to wet herself. She giggled constantly as she gave her on-looking partner seductive glances, knowing the sight was driving him absolutely mad. She felt quite horny herself. Having a full bladder was actually quite the pleasurable sensation.
Jessie felt herself squirt. She just managed to regain control long enough to turn around to reveal her backside to Jon. He saw the wet spot on her ass and almost came in his pants. Jessie sighed with relief as she flooded her jeans, instantly forming a growing puddle on the kitchen floor.
"Grab my ass!" she blurted as the relief of finally letting go swept over her. She was too drunk and horny to keep her promise of a sexless two weeks any longer. Feeling his hand gripping her wet ass almost made her climax right there. She desperately undid her jeans as she finished peeing, turning around to let him touch her through her soaked panties.
"Why didn't you tell me you wanted this?" She gasped, as powerful sexual excitement built up inside her. "You know I love you! You know I'd satisfy all your desires! You should have told me!"
The orgasm overcame her and she lowered to her knees in sharp gasps and loud shrieks. Sitting in a massive wet puddle, she undid Jon's pants and guided his erect manhood into her mouth. She felt him tremble from the familiar sensation of her lips enveloping his most sensitive region. In a few minutes, her mouth was filled with his cum, which served as a happy prequel to dinner.
That night, Jessie fit a new mattress protector on their bed and had plenty of wine to drink before bed so she could wake up her man with a golden shower the next day. |
Jessie had ended up feeling sorry for the punishment she had imposed on her boyfriend, Jon. Targeting his sexual kink was surely a doubly punitive treatment compared to her usual. Since then, she had made a special effort to please him as much as possible. This had meant tons of wet fun, including desperation, wetting, golden showers. She had even requested him to pee on her in their morning showers together and it had been quite the enjoyable experience.
However, things had gotten really busy at work and the pee fun had been put on hold for several weeks. She had still made every effort to ensure he was sexually satisfied with regular oral sex. Luckily for both of them, the massive project she was working on was ending on their fourth anniversary, a Friday. She had requested two days off in the coming week just so she could redirect her time and effort to her man for a while, as well as recharge her batteries.
Jessie had a special plan for tonight. She wanted to arrive home with a bursting bladder and let Jon request anything he wanted from her. He had been especially considerate about her bind, doing nearly all the chores at home including cooking dinner and doing laundry.
The project was all wrapped up and sent to the client by 3:30, which gave Jessie a good opportunity to start filling up while working through a backlog of trivial tasks. She gulped down her half-full water bottle and got up to refill it from the kitchen. She felt a slight need to pee due to the morning coffee and decided to visit the ladies to give her bladder a fresh start. She couldn't help but rub her clitoris lightly as she peed- her panties were already wet in anticipation of what was coming soon.
Twenty minutes later, Jessie's water bottle was empty again and she got up to refill it. Marie, in the next cubicle, noticed the movement and rushed after her with a knowing smile. She was Jessie's best friend and they frequently shared their sex lives with each other.
"Pee fun tonight, Jess?" Marie whispered at the water cooler with a giant grin. Jessie giggled and nodded, doing a mock desperation dance with her legs pressed together.
Marie giggled back. "You know you're really lucky, right? I wish my husband was into kinky stuff. I would love to try some new things with him."
Jessie tilted the filled bottle back to sip some more water. "Well, maybe you should just tell him about some of your interests. He might be willing to play along!"
They both laughed their way back to the cubicles. A minute later, Marie got up to refill her own water bottle. It was not a real surprise to Jessie- she had sensed a high level of intrigue from her every time the topic of water sports came up. Jessie let her imagine wander for a minute about what Marie would be doing that night.
By the time 5 pm rolled around, Jessie had downed her water bottle four times. She already felt a significant urge to pee and felt bloated from a stomach still filled with water. She knew that she would be ready to unleash a big flood after a twenty minute commute home. She eagerly waved goodbye to Marie and left for the weekend.
A growing sexual excitement engulfed Jessie as she walked a few minutes to the subway station. Her bladder was really filling up nicely. In five more minutes, she would start to cross her legs and wriggle on the spot. She had become quite familiar with the sequence of events to a full bladder and wetting, with so many experiences. The growing intensity and involuntary signals drove Jon nuts every time. She always played up the entire ordeal with moans and crotch holding just to watch the bulge in his pants grow.
She smiled to herself as she stepped onto the subway after a two-minute wait on the platform. It was packed, as expected on a Friday evening. All the people around her had no clue what was going on inside her. It was truly her secret.
At the next stop, a group of high school wrestlers got on after practice. The sweat and testosterone surrounded her, making her even more wet. She winced as one of the boys brushed her abdomen area as he made his way down the tight subway compartment. She noticed him sneak a peek at her breasts as he mumbled an apology. How great it was to still get attention from handsome young men even with her being at least ten years older! She crossed her legs, enjoying the strong warning signals her bladder was sending to her brain. What if she just let go here? What would the horny teenage boys around her think? Would they feel disgusted by her or be turned on? Maybe they would feel sorry for her, having an accident in such a public place. She lightly rubbed her legs together, turned on by the thought.
Another stop and the subway compartment was even more packed as a young mother led her four-year old daughter in. Only two more stops now followed by a five minute walk home. Jon had no clue that she was starting the anniversary fun the moment she stepped in through the door. She wondered if he had made plans for them as well. Maybe a nice dinner and wine was waiting. Perhaps he was already in bed anticipating her, as he had done on their first anniversary. Either way, the flood building up inside her would surely add to the fun. She shifted her legs again in excitement. The handsome red-haired boy next to her noticed the gesture and looked down at her slim stocking-clad legs. Her bladder was filling up rapidly now- she could see her tummy bulging under her tight white blouse.
Suddenly, the subway lurched to an abrupt halt. Everyone in the compartment groaned, being eager to get home or to good times on a Friday. Jessie gasped silently. She had never anticipated a transportation failure in her naughty plans! If this delay was anything longer than five minutes, she might be in serious danger of not making it home in time! Her bladder's fullness seemed to multiply immediately. She really needed to pee soon. If she was not able to get to a toilet, she would wet her skirt. Plain and simple, that was the situation. She had drunk way too much water to contain inside her body for any significant length of time.
Panicking, she scanned the area. The compartment was packed. If she wet herself, there would be no hiding her accident. Even worse, her pee would wet the shoes of all the people standing and sitting around her! She would die of humiliation. She lightly danced on the spot as a long ten minutes ticked by with no sign of movement from the train. The PA system buzzed and informed everyone that the delay was due to an animal on the tracks which had now been removed and things would get moving as soon as a safety check was completed.
The hope of the subway moving soon seemed to add to Jessie's desperation. She removed her shoes and squatted down to sit on her heel as she waited. She saw several of the ladies look at her knowingly. Fortunately, the men seemed oblivious to what she was doing and seemed focused on waiting for the train to move again. The pressure against her womanhood helped a bit but not too much. She bobbed up and down in panic and desperation. She needed to pee SO badly! What had ever made her think that making herself desperate outside of the safety of her own home was a good idea? She had been stupid and now she was paying the ultimate price. She was literally minutes away from disgracing herself in front of half the town!
She felt a tug on her left arm. It was the little girl who had escaped the attention of her mother and wandered over to her. "Excuse me, miss- do you need to go potty?" Jessie's face flushed red with embarrassment as laughter erupted around her. The girl's mother heard the question and rushed to guide the child away. She apologized to Jessie, which only served to heighten her embarrassment. Jessie could feel all the eyes on her now, including the wrestlers who also took advantage of her kneeling position to glance down her blouse. Jessie ignored them as she drew sharp breaths. Only one thing mattered now- she had to hold her pee in somehow.
A few more minutes of stillness passed and Jessie was on the verge of squirting into her panties. She felt her pee surge to the limits of her urethra several times as she somehow contained the liquid inside her through sheer will alone. Suddenly, the train lurched ahead and she fell forward from her unstable kneeling position, just managing to prevent smashing her head on the floor with her hand. The unanticipated movement caused her to lose control briefly and squirt into her briefs. Grabbing her crotch, she just managed to regain control as the subway continued on. Once again, giggles surrounded her as she tried to get back to her feet. She wondered if the leak was visible on her skirt or down her stockings. She dared not check.
Jessie grabbed her crotch, dancing on the spot as the train reached the next stop. Just one more stop to go now. She had half a mind to get off there and find an alley or bush somewhere, but the wrestlers happened to get off first, shooting some long lustful looks at her. She was in no mood to be watched by them any longer as she suffered through an epic struggle against her own bladder. She just needed to hold on a bit longer.
She leaked again as the train moved. She could feel the warm liquid running down her legs and knew there were now wet streaks running down her stockings. A teen-aged girl seated behind her laughed and pointed Jessie out to her friend. It confirmed that her tight grey skirt was now revealing the wetness to the world. Tears ran down her cheeks from the humiliation and pain of containing her urine. Another squirt escaped her. There was laughter again as her skirt darkened. Finally, the train stopped. Everyone moved aside to make way for the poor lady helplessly wetting herself. Unfortunately, a ticket-checker blocked the way out and stopped Jessie in her tracks.
It was too much. Jessie finally lost control and soaked her skirt on the spot. The subway employee noticed what was happening and stepped back to let her out, apologizing profusely. It didn't matter anymore. Jessie stood frozen in place as her warm waters poured out through her clothes, producing a huge pee puddle flowing to the feet of at least twenty people in the compartment. The shocked silence was quickly replaced by loud laughter and excited chatter as commuters snapped pictures of the incredible accident. Crying, Jessie ran out of the train and off the platform. Fortunately, she found an alley quickly before encountering anyone on the street. She called Jon and explained to him what happened. He was quite understanding and came to pick her up so she wouldn't have to walk home in wet clothes. To Jessie's surprise, he proposed to her in the alley. She accepted immediately- it was a perfect anniversary, peed skirt and all.
Edited November 15, 2014 by fullbladder
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Be gentle. This is long, and ya never know, it may suck!
Also some mild sexual content is involved, some mention of female masturbation, but not overly so... I hope not anyway.
PART ONE
It was her 18th birthday, but Brittney felt far from gleeful at this particular moment. Right now she was 100% focused on getting home as fast as possible and getting to the bathroom. She had been out all night with her two best friends from school, Misty and Gretchen. They had gone to a barbecue restaurant for dinner and then to the movies to see the latest slasher flick. The two main events of the evening had been nicely tied off by the fact that Gretchen, her best friend since the second grade, revealed that she had managed to talk her older brother into getting them a little something for the evening. That little something was a bottle of Coconut Rum. They had all had a couple shots before the movie.
Thinking back now, as the lines in the center of the road passed with vicious speed that was somehow not quite fast enough, her legs feeling weak and shaky and cold in her favorite blue jeans from the struggle to contain the contents of her bladder, she thought she could pin point the moment at which it had occurred to her that she needed to pee. It had been maybe a third of the way through the movie; after two characters had already met their grizzly doom at the hands of a skin suit wearing, shovel wielding maniac, another character, a stereotypical playboy bunny college student with bleached hair and blue contacts in her eyes was making her way through a dilapidated chicken coop in the dark. The intensity of the scene had Brittney tense and mildly shivering. It was at that moment she had felt the first twinge in her groin, that mild notification that it was nearing time to use the restroom.
As the film advanced, so did the pressure in Brittney’s bladder. By the half way mark of the nearly three hour horror, she was beginning to think she’d have to get up and go to the bathrooms and miss part of the movie if it didn't quit getting worse. Of course it didn't stop, by the three quarter mark in the film, she was sitting very still accept for her right leg, which was bouncing up and down rapidly. Finally she gave in and got up, excusing herself to her friends as she went.
"You’ll miss something important." Misty said in a teasing voice.
"It’s better than the alternative," Brittney replied, placing her hands together at her crotch, then spreading them apart and downward mocking a spreading wet patch.
Misty giggled at this, and Gretchen said in a whisper, "Hurry back, you don’t wanna miss anything."
Brittney walked stiffly up the isle toward the door marked “EXIT.” Once through the door, she headed directly down the hall and across the lobby toward the restrooms. As she crossed the lobby, she felt the pressure in her bladder as it seemed to grow. She had always noticed how when she really needed to pee, it always got worse as she got closer to a toilet. She had heard someone call it the Proximity Effect. Whatever it was, she felt it now, big time. She reached the door marked “LADIES” with the little stick figure in a dress below it, grabbed the handle and pulled. Much to her dismay, the door didn't budge. It was then that a girl who apparently worked at the theater approached from behind, a slip of paper and a roll of clear tape in her hands.
"I’m sorry, but the restrooms are out of order," the dark haired, slightly chubby girl said meekly, "temporarily anyway. The water has been shut off for some kind of work they’re doing outside. We can’t even serve food until its back on."
Brittney didn't even respond. She simply walked back toward the theater, now feeling very worried. Brittney had always prided herself on being in control; she was always two steps ahead in everything she did. Her grades were perfect, she was athletic, a member of the track team as well as the volleyball team, and she was responsible and well liked. She was the girl who got mildly annoyed at other girls who always needed to be excused from class to go pee, and secretly kind of prided herself on not being one of them. Now, she found herself in kind of a pickle. She very badly needed to use the restroom, but really didn't want to ruin everyone’s night by leaving the movie early. She wasn't sure she could make it to the end either, it’d been a long time since she’d needed the restroom this badly.
When she returned to her seat, Gretchen smiled at her and whispered, "You didn't miss much. Feel better?"
Brittney forced a smile. She wanted to say that she didn't feel better at all. She wanted to say that the restrooms were locked and that she needed to pee so bad that her teeth were floating, but for some reason, she didn't say that. What she said was, "Yeah, we’re good." Then she sat back and tried to focus on the movie.
She had made it through to the end of the film. By that point, Brittney’s legs were already starting to get shaky and her crotch felt numb, hot and cold at the same time. She got up and followed her friend out to the parking lot, where all three of their cars were parked. They said their goodbyes, Brittney trying her best not to show how desperately she needed to pee, and they got in their cars and went their separate ways… and here she was.
Sweat ran down her forehead slightly dampening her light brown hair, the muscles in her thighs and butt strained and quivered, struggling to hold back against the pressure of her very overfull bladder. She was nearly home, another couple minutes, and she’d be home free. She reached down between her legs with her left hand and gave her crotch a squeeze through her jeans. It helped a little, but not much. She knew she had to hurry, she knew she couldn't hold it much longer.
She turned the corner on to her street when her bladder seemed to almost spasm, she felt as if her pee was on the verge of coming out, right at the point of no return. She pressed her thighs together and squeezed her crotch again as she let out a frustrated, panicked little moan. She turned into her driveway and threw the car in park. As she stood she felt her bladder muscles give a little and that feeling of being on the verge of peeing returned to her. She grabbed her crotch now with both hands and crossed her legs, bobbing up and down a little. When she realized the bobbing wasn't helping, she stiffened her crossed legs and stood rigid. She didn't even feel it slip out, but suddenly she felt her hand go warm and wet. She bore down for all she was worth and managed to stop it… she was pretty sure anyway. She hobbled half cross legged across the lawn and up on the front the porch, through the front door and through the living room. Her parents must have been sleeping, and she was thankful for that much. She hobbled down the hallway and saw the bathroom door. The pressure intensified again and she felt another, longer spurt escape into her panties, spreading the dark wet spot in the crotch of her jeans a little more. As she reached to door another spurt escaped, now the spot in her crotch was starting to spread up the crack of her butt and down her thighs a little, and with every step closer to the toilet, more pee was spurting out. Brittney watched in horrific disbelief as the shiny wet spot spread more and more on her jeans, going down her legs nearly to her knees now, and by the feel of it, spreading up her butt as well. She reached the toilet and yanked her already soaked jeans down, now peeing full force through her panties. She lifted the lid to the toilet as pee continued to pour through her light blue panties and fall into her jeans which were now around her knees. Quickly, she turned around and plopped down onto the toilet, not bothering to pull her panties down. She sat there on the toilet and finished peeing through her panties, feeling completely shocked and embarrassed. Her entire lower body felt weak and shaky. When she was finished, she stood up and pulled her jeans back up. She looked in the mirror and saw she was thoroughly soaked, wet in the crotch and on the butt, and down both legs a little passed the knees. She didn't even bother going to her room, she simply turned on the shower, undressed and got in. It was then that she had her epiphany.
When she got into the shower and a jet of water hit her clitoris, she gasped at a sudden unexpected surge of pleasure, and within seconds, she was having an incredibly intense orgasm. By the time it was over, she found herself collapsed in the tub with the shower raining down upon her, out of breath and quite honestly wondering what the hell had happened. Whatever it was, it was intense, and Brittney assumed it must have had something to do with her accident. She finished her shower, still feeling twinges in her vagina, particularly when she thought about her accident, and toweled off. She went back to her room and lay in bed, thinking more about what had happened; thinking of the pressure, of the nervousness, thinking that moment of pure shock and panic as she felt herself starting to full on wet her pants, seeing the wet spot glisten and spread in her mind’s eye. Before long she found herself feeling those twinges again, and not long after that, she was officially excited. She didn't understand why thinking about peeing her pants was doing this to her, but at this point she didn't care much. As she touched herself in bed, thinking of these things, she had a thought of what it would be like to wet herself in front of her friends, and in imagining their shocked reaction to her totally wetting herself in front of them, she reached another orgasm. She decided that night, that she had to try it.
PART TWO
The weekend went by without any incident, just relaxing around the house. Brittney had hidden her wet jeans and panties at the bottom of her clothes hamper until Sunday, when she had washed them while her mom was at the store and her dad in the garage. The idea that occurred to her on Friday night, the night of her birthday and the night of her incident, had stewed in her brain over the weekend and finally, lying in bed on Sunday night, touching herself while thinking of her accident, she had made the decision to go through with it. She decided that she was going to set it up to where she would wet her pants in front of either Misty, Gretchen, or both. It was bold, very bold, and the very thought of it made Brittney's spine tingle. She relished the thought of what her friends would say and do if she were to have an accident in front of them. But she also understood that there were a couple drawbacks to this idea.
First, there was the 'losing face' aspect of it. Brittney had always prided herself on being the responsible one, the grown up one, always in control and sensible. She knew that if she went through with this, they'd never look at her quite the same again. At the same time, the fact that she was known to them as such an in control kind of person would only make their reactions all the more exciting to Britney.
Second, she realized that if she did this in front of her friends, it was likely to get out what had happened. They were her friends, but something like that is hard to keep under wraps. Depending on where she decided to do it, she might not be able to keep her friend’s parents and siblings, or even her own parents from finding out as well.
In the end she decided that she was just going to do it and worry about consequences later. She usually preached against such ideas, but there’s a first time for everything. She figured that because no one had been present for her accident, and because she had such a reputation for being so collected, everyone would likely be pretty sympathetic. They'd probably also be shocked, but they'd be sympathetic. She decided that she’d do it the following day. After school, her and the girls would often go to the local mall for an hour or so to look at clothes and hit the food court. She’d not use the restroom all day, then after the mall, on their way back to Gretchen's she'd let it be known that she was desperate and not sure if she could make it. Once they got back to Gretchen’s, she'd do it.
The next day came and Brittney went to school. It was still winter, so she dressed somewhat warm, choosing a light grey hoodie and a pair of tight, light blue jeans that she thought would show the pee spot very well. By the time she got to school, her heart was already pounding. Was she really planning to pee herself in front of her friends? That sort of thing would scar most people for life, and now was she seriously planning to put herself in that situation willingly? She was thrilled to answer these questions with "YES," but she didn't know why. She didn't care.
After the initial start to the day, the rest of it was pretty uneventful. By lunch, Brittney was amazed that she didn't have to pee at all yet, so she bought a large Gatorade from the vending machine and chugged it before lunch was over. By the time her last class let out, she was squirming in her seat. She ran to the vending machine again anyway before meeting Gretchen and Misty in the parking lot. As they drove to the mall, Brittney sipped on her second Gatorade and felt the strong pressure building in her bladder. She made small talk with Gretchen and Misty, laughing a little but being careful not to push it too far.
They got to the mall and walked around the clothing stores for about forty five minutes or so. The pressure in Brittney's bladder was now getting to the point where she was wondering if she might have overdone the Gatorade. She hoped she'd make it back to Gretchen's. They went to the food court and ate tacos, all the while Brittney became more and more desperate to pee. As they left for Gretchen’s car and passed the restrooms, a voice in Brittney’s head screamed, 'GO! YOU CAN STILL BACK OUT! GO TO THE BATHROOM! DON’T DO IT!!!' But she kept walking. It was about a twenty minute drive to Gretchen’s house, and it was usually stop and go. It had been about five minutes, Brittney was sitting in the back seat on the driver's side, Gretchen was driving and Misty was riding shotgun. They were making small talk about the movie they had seen on Friday. Brittney decided it was time to say something if she was going to say it, so she spoke up.
"Um… how much longer till we get to your house, Gretchen?" She asked, deliberately sounding concerned and shy.
"Probably about fifteen minutes, maybe longer if there’s any traffic," Gretchen replied casually, "What’s up?"
Brittney deliberately let there be a moment of awkward silence before responding, "Um… this is really embarrassing… I don’t know if I just drank too much or what, but I… I really have to pee guys. Like really bad."
Misty let out a giggle at this. Gretchen looked back at Brittney through the rear view mirror, "Well, I’m not sure what to tell ya, Brit. I’ll get there as fast as I can." She said with a shrug, sounding apologetic.
Seeing that Gretchen was looking at her through the mirror, Brittney crossed her legs tightly and put a hand in her crotch. "Just please hurry," she said, deliberately sounding more worried now.
Now Misty turned around in her seat and looked at Brittney. She giggled again, "Are you gonna be okay?"
A twinge started up in the bottom of Brittney’s stomach extending down to her groin. Was she really doing this? She pulled in a breath through her teeth and looked at Misty with a look of panic but didn't say anything. A look of concerned realization came over Misty’s face and she slowly turned back around. She gave Gretchen a look of concern and shock that was returned three fold by Gretchen. Brittney saw this and found herself incredibly turned on, which was making it even harder to hold in her pee. She didn't want to wet herself in Gretchen's car, that would ruin the seat and she didn't want to do that to her friend. But at this rate, she wasn't sure if she’d have a choice if they didn't get there soon. Another five minutes went by.
Brittney spoke up again, "Guys… I’m really sorry… I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I really, really need to pee. Like, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it." Even though she was secretly enjoying this, Brittney felt her cheeks burning red as she said this.
"We’re almost there, Brit." Gretchen replied, "Hold on just a little longer, five minutes."
"Think of pleasant things," Misty added, "like hoses and rivers and waterfalls…" She broke into giggles as the sentence ended.
Brittney pretended to giggle with her for a second, then suddenly gasped loud enough so that she knew they would both hear, Misty spun back around to face her. "You alright?" she asked.
Brittney crossed her legs tight and squirmed in her seat, now feeling a strong urge to pee, but still hamming it up a little, "Guys, seriously… Don't make me laugh. I can’t hold it anymore. You have to hurry. I’m seriously about to pee my pants here."
"Don’t piss in my car!" Gretchen shouted, laughing. A moment later they were all laughing. Brittney decided this was the point of no return. She let out a sizable spurt of pee, feeling the warmth as it surged through her panties and dampened the crotch of her jeans. It was actually more than she’d intended, but still not so much as to get the seat.
Brittney let out another gasp, "Guys, seriously! Don’t make me laugh! It’s starting to come out!" This was greeted by more laughter as Brittney sat with her hands in her crotch and her legs crossed in the back seat.
Between giggle’s Misty asked, "Are you seriously peeing?"
Brittney flushed red, then quickly moved her hands away from her crotch, revealing a silver dollar sized wet spot on her jeans. She quickly moved her hands back to cover the spot as Misty’s eyes grew wide. There was no laughter now, it was as if it had suddenly become real for Misty. She turned back to Gretchen and said, "You better hurry or you’re gonna have a wet seat."
They sped the rest of the way back, and by the time they neared Gretchen’s house, Brittney was finding it hard to not just let it go where she sat. Besides the pressure from her bladder, her heart was also pounding in anticipation. She couldn't believe she was actually about to do this. She could feel herself becoming turned on imagining how they would react. This did not help her to hold it any. They pulled up into the driveway and Gretchen and Misty got out. Brittney opened her door, but sat still for a second.
"Come on!" Misty almost shouted.
"Hang on…" Brittney said in a strained voice, hearing her own heart pounding in her head, "give… give me a sec… I can’t move yet…" She sat there a few seconds longer, then took a deep breath and stood up, Misty helping her out of the car. She began to take tiny baby steps with her legs pressed together in the direction of the house, every couple steps, she stopped and grabbed herself and crossed her legs. Misty was walking along beside her sort of helping her along, adding little bits of encouragement as they went. Gretchen was already unlocking the door. As they reached the steps that lead up onto the porch, Brittney realized it was now or never. If she was going to do this, it had to be now.
She gasped and stopped again, jamming her hands into her crotch and crossing her legs, "Ohshit-ohshit-ohshit!!!" She said through her teeth as she tensed up her legs. She decided to let go. This was it, the true point of no return. She relaxed her muscles and felt it coming. "Oh my god, you guys… I can’t… I can’t hold it!" As she said this she felt the first of her pee gush through her panties, soak the fabric of her jeans and wet her fingers. She squeezed her crotch and completely let go. She saw both Gretchen’s and Misty’s eyes grow wide and their mouths drop open as Brittney’s pee poured through her fingers and a dark wet stain spread out around her hand, flooding her crotch and down her legs. She could feel the heat and wetness of her pee spreading up the crack of her butt, soaking the fabric of her panties and jeans then flooding down the backs and insides of her legs.
"Oh my god!!!" Gretchen half shrieked, half laughed, "Holy shit, Brittney you’re wetting yourself!!"
Adding one more little bit of showmanship, Brittney uncrossed her legs and removed her hands from her crotch, still peeing full force and looked up at them with a look of defeat in her eyes (as best she could manage anyway), "I can’t stop peeing," She whimpered pitifully.
By the time she finished wetting herself, her jeans were soaked in the crotch, more than half way up the butt and down the backs, insides, and front of both legs down to the ankles. Her socks and shoes were soaked as well, a large puddle spreading out on the porch at her feet. She felt humiliation, extreme nervousness, and most of all, she felt incredibly turned on, as if she could come at the slightest touch. She looked at her friends again, both looking very shocked that their usually all-together friend had just peed her pants in front of them at age 18. There was a silence.
"Ho-ly-shit…" Misty finally said.
"I… I’m so sorry," Brittney said in a voice that could have been shaky because she had just wet herself, or could have been that way for other reasons, "I had to go so bad. I just couldn't hold it any more. I can't believe that actually just happened to me."
"Well, you can’t come in like that," Gretchen said, "You’re literally still dripping, and mom would probably kill me if I used one of the towels for that…"
Brittney felt her cheeks flush red again and a surge of static through her lower regions, "I know… can I use your shower though? I mean in a little bit, I'll sit out here until I, uh… stop dripping. Okay?"
Gretchen found this agreeable, so they sat outside on the porch for a few minutes, waiting for the ankles of Brittney’s jeans to stop dripping. There was a long silence. Finally Gretchen broke it, laughing. Misty asked her what’s so funny, and in return she looked to Brittney, "I just can’t believe you actually peed your pants."
Brittney laughed along with her a little, trying now to hide how desperately turned on she was by all of this. Sitting here in front of her friends who had just watched her wet her pants, feeling the wet fabric of her jeans cooling, feeling her panties clinging to her vagina and butt, it was all driving her mad. Finally enough time passed that she was no longer dripping from the pantleg. She took her sodden shoes and socks off and went into the bathroom, led by Gretchen and followed by Misty, who of course, now had her phone camera out getting footage of the aftermath of Brittney’s wetting accident. Finally they let her alone to shower. She felt that she had a marginal amount of pee still in her. Apparently all the tension and excitement had made her feel more empty than she was. She stood in the bathtub, still fully dressed, and released the last of her pee into her jeans. The already damp crotch went shiny and warm again and she pressed her fingers against her clit through her jeans as she finished peeing, feeling the pee drip through her fingers as she did. Once finished, she unzipped the jeans and rubbed herself through her wet panties. It took less than ten seconds for her to orgasm. She finished her shower and borrowed some pants from Gretchen. They put her soaked ones in a plastic bag. When Gretchen dropped her off at home, she ended up having to tell her parents what happened because they noticed she was in different pants. They were shocked, but they didn’t give her a hard time about it. She went straight to her room and rubbed herself to orgasm again at the thought that she had wet her pants in front of her friends at age 18, and that even her parents knew about it. This was going to be a fun new world to explore. |
This is my first attempt at writing a desperation story so I hope you guys like it. Here it goes:
Ashley woke up as her alarm went off. Today was one of her favorite times of every year.. The Stock Show. She rolled out of bed and as she stood up she felt the weight of her full bladder gathering overnight and rushed to the bathroom. Once there she pulled down her panties and sat down and released a torrent of pent up over night pee that lasted about 1 minute. She got up and took a shower and went to get dressed. Ashley has always been a slim girl and really athletic build with her shiny blonde hair coming down to her shoulders she was just a mere 5 foot 3 and 100lbs with double D boobs and a tight firm ass. She defiantly turned heads when she was any where in public. Ashley went to her closet and pulled out a pair of her favorite jeans, they were a miss me brand with sparkle crosses on the back and they defiantly made her ass look great. She then pulled out a browning camo t shirt and her boots. She went over to her drawers to see what underwear she would wear and she chose a sexy Victoria's secret pink lace thong and the matching bra that she got to go with it. Once she was all dressed she looked at herself in the mirror secretly admiring how sexy she looked. She went downstairs and ate breakfast and drank two glasses of orange juice and chugged a water bottle before heading out. On the way to the stock show she had to stop to fuel up her truck and she went inside and bought two one liter bottles of water and started sipping on one. By the time she got to the stock show and parked her first water bottle was already gone. As soon as she stepped out of her truck she felt the first twinge of her bladder telling her it was filling up and the liquid shed been drinking was catching up to her. She just shrugged it off and walked into the stock show and made her way to her first stop, the horse show. while there she was unconsciously sipping her bottle of water and towards the end of the show she started to get a little fidgety. "Damn, I really have to pee"! she said to no one in particular. As time went on she ignored her bladder but by lunch time it was defiantly making its presence known. Ashley ate lunch and got up to walk to the shopping area and she had a bladder spasm, she had to stop and cross her legs and keep her pee from coming out. she defiantly had to find a bathroom now. She headed in the direction of the closest one and ran in when she saw the sign, stopping just outside the door and crossing her legs and bending over as another spasm shot through her now weakening bladder. Once inside Ashley saw all the stalls were taken and there were lines of other desperate women, one in particular a young blonde about 18 wearing tight jean shorts and boots was dancing frantically as it was her turn next. She started saying she was leaking and finally the stall freed and she raced in and closed it and yanked down her shorts and thong a started peeing before she sat down moaning with the relief and the orgasmic pleasure it brought her. Ashley on the other hand was at the back of the line dancing, crossing and uncrossing her legs her now tight jeans even tighter around her waist digging in to her full swollen bladder. Hearing all the pee streams and being so close to relief caused her bladder to give way a little and a spurt of warm pee jetted out into her lace thong dampening it. "Shit" Ashley exclaimed. She knew her thong would not hold many more leaks before it gave way and showed on her jeans. Ashley couldn't take it any longer, she rushed out of the bathroom and back to her truck walking as fast as she could and her legs tight together on the way there. As she got to her truck she lost another squirt of pee into her thong and this time she felt it go through the thin lace material and wet her jeans. there was a small wet spot on the crotch of her light washed miss me jeans. She got up in the truck and now had her hand in her crotch holding herself looking for somewhere to release the ocean inside her. for some reason she was also horny. Ashley had never held her pee for fun but she could feel her clit tingling and her nipples get erect. She finally found a mcdonalds on the side of the road and she quickly pulled in and jumped out of her truck. Doing so caused her lose another 4 sec spurt causing the wet patch on her jeans to grow to the size of a quarter now. quickly now she rushed into the mcdonalds with her hand in her crotch and legs clenched together, all her muscles were clenched in the anticipation of relief. She walked in the direction of the ladies room and went in and again both stalls were taken. Ashley was pee dancing like crazy trying to hold it until someone came out.. Finally a toilet flushed and Ashley ran in and locked it. She was running in place unbuttoning the two buttons on her jeans and hovering over the toilet she finally released the pent up pee inside her it was a strong loud stream lasting about 1 min and a half when it was all over Ashley realized she forgot to pull down her thong and it was soaked with pee. She tried to dry it off as best she could and pulled up her jeans and drove the rest of the way home. Once there she had to pee again and she darted for the bathroom. She went in and took down her jeans and sat down with her thong still on and peed. When she was done she moved her thong to the side and rubbed her pussy to an orgasm. Ashley was very horny after all this and thought about trying to see how long and how much she could hold. Maybe she discovered a new fetish. |
This story is about a Gardevoir who gets desperate while watching her boyfriend's play. Unlike my last story, which took place from a third person point of view, this story will take place from Gardevoir's point of view also there is more dialogue in this story. I think I may have done a better job on this story then I did on my last story but I'll let you be the ones to decide.
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Me and my friend Meloetta were at the theater waiting for a play to start. My boyfriend, Gallade, had gotten the lead role and I promised him I would be there to see every minute of his performance and I invited Meloetta to come with me.
"Wow Gardevoir, a lot of people showed up to see this play" Meloetta said in awe of the large number of people.
"I know. They must have sold out" I said to her as I drank my large coke.
"I hope nothing goes wrong during the play" she said
"Me too. Gallade worked hard to get the lead role and I'd hate to see something ruin his big night" I replied
Just then they announced over the speakers that the play was ready to start and asked that everyone take their seats. I quickly finished my coke and threw the cup away because I knew they didn't allow food or drinks in the stage room. As I walked in with Meloetta to take our seats I felt a twinge in my bladder but ignored it. Meloetta and I were in the tenth row but we still had a good view of the stage. The play was 3 hours long and had no intermissions.
"I hope Gallade does a good job" Meloetta said
"Don't worry he'll do fine. They didn't give him the lead role for nothing" I told her. Just then I felt another much stronger twinge in my bladder but once again ignored it.
"Yeah you're right" Meloetta said. Just then the curtains opened and the play started.
At about fifteen minutes into the play I had started feeling pressure on my bladder. It wasn't very bad so I didn't think it was anything to worry about.
At thirty minutes into the play the pressure on my bladder had increased and I was squirming around in my seat. Meloetta quickly took notice of this.
"Hey Gardevoir, are you okay?" she asked with a bit of concern.
"Yeah I'm fine. I just need to pee" I told her.
"Oh. Well there's a bathroom just outside" She replied
"No that's fine, I can hold it until after the play is over" I assured her
"Okay, if you say so" she went back to enjoying the play.
After an hour into the play I had to cross my legs and lean forward from time to time. Meloetta would occasionally shoot me a concerned look.
After one and a half hours I had to keep my legs crossed 100% of the time. Meloetta continued to ask if I was okay and I kept telling her I was fine.
At two hours into the play I had to press my hand against my pee hole every time I felt a wave of desperation so that I could stay in control. Meloetta became increasingly worried.
"Are you sure you don't want to step out and go to the bathroom?" she asked me
"Trust me Meloetta, I can hold it in until after the play is over" I told her
"Okay" she said, although I could tell she wasn't as sure as I was.
At two hours and thirty minutes into the play there was no doubt that I was desperate and my bladder was full. I had my legs crossed tight and my hands pressed firmly against my pee hole as I continued to hold it in.
"Gardevoir I don't think you're going to make it. You should just head out and go to the bathroom" Meloetta told me
"Meloetta I made a promise to Gallade and I intend to keep it" I said to her. But as soon as I finished saying that another painful wave of desperation ran through my bladder and despite my efforts to stay in control the floodgates opened.
I just sat there as my warm urine gushed out of my bladder and onto my seat before it flowed down to the floor. The people around me just stared in shock as I soaked myself. My bladder spent a whole minute emptying itself before the stream finally stopped.
When my bladder was finished emptying itself I jumped out of my seat and ran to the bathroom so I could clean myself up, crying the whole way there. I stayed in the bathroom sobbing after I cleaned myself up because I was too ashamed to show my face anyone. Just then Meloetta came in.
"Gardevoir it'll be fine" she said trying to comfort me
"NO IT WON'T! I wet myself in front of all those people. And all because I was too stubborn about keeping my promise" I said to her as I started to cry again
"Come on Gardevoir, this sort of thing could happen to anyone.... including me" she said. I looked at her surprised at what she saide.
"You?! But when did-" before I could finish Meloetta cut me off.
"Back at my high-school graduation. I had too much to drink that day and right as I was about to go to the bathroom I realized I was running late and like you I thought I could hold it until after the ceremony. But as the ceremony went on I began to get more and more desperate and I began to hope that the ceremony would end soon. Five minutes before the ceremony ended I kept telling myself 'I can hold it in' but I experienced another painful spasm and my bladder decided to empty itself right there. I was so embarrassed that I just wanted to disappear but my friend told me about how it had happened to her before and I didn't feel as bad anymore" she explained while comforting me
"Meloetta..... Thank-you" it was then that she embraced me in a comforting hug which I returned. "You're the greatest friend I could ever hope for" I said to her, glad that she was willing to share her embarrassing experience so I would feel better about my own.
"Come on. Let's go watch the rest of the play"
"Okay" I agreed.
The two of us went back inside and headed to our seats. I was about to sit back down in my seat when Meloetta stopped me.
"Wait. You just cleaned yourself up. Sit in my seat instead" she offered.
"But Meloetta, my seat is covered in my pee"
"I insist, it's what friends do"
".... Thanks" and so I sat down in her seat while she sat down in my seat and the puddle of urine that covered it. But it didn't seem to bother her.
After the play was over my boyfriend Gallade ran down to where Meloetta and I were sitting. I quickly stood up to congratulate him.
"You were amazing!"
"Thanks. I did my best" at that moment he noticed Meloetta sitting in the puddle of urine that covered the seat she was sitting in. "What happened Meloetta? Did you wet yourself?" he asked her
"Well, yes I d-" but just as she was about to take the blame for me I stopped her.
"Meloetta stop. I'm not letting you take the blame" I turned to Gallade and told him the truth. "I was the one who wet myself" the look on his face was one of shock
"What? But how? Why?" he asked me bewildered
"Well... You remember how I promised that I wouldn't miss a minute of your performance?"
"Yeah"
"Well I was so stubborn about keeping my promise that I refused to relieve myself when I really needed to and well, you see what happened. Then after I ran into the bathroom to clean myself up Meloetta came in and comforted me by telling me about the time it happened to her. When we got back she switched seats with me and here we are" he just stood there amazed at what he heard.
"Wow"
"You think what I did is gross don't you?" I asked
"No. I think it's sweet that you would do anything to keep your promise to me." I was glad to hear him say that. "And besides accidentally wetting yourself could happen to anyone, after all it has happened to all three of us" What he just said surprised me.
"Really? You too?" I asked surprised that it has happened to him before too.
"Yeah, me too" he then went on and told us the story of how he had wet himself.
"Wow. You never told me that" I said to him after his story was finished.
"Well up until now I never had a reason to. And I thought you'd think I was gross for it" he said
"Not at all" I told him as I gave him a hug, a gesture he returned. "Come on guys, let's go do something together"
And we set off into the night. Knowing that my best friend and boyfriend had accidentally wet themselves before, I no longer felt ashamed about wetting myself.
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Note: This is NOT a oneshot, that is, unless it is taken badly, I only make my stories oneshots if I decide there's no point in continuing. At the very least, this should have 2 chapters, but I plan to have more.
A man and woman were sitting next to each other on a fence.
The man was named Daniel, age 21, he was a strong man, but he wasn't the smartest person, he never was able to get a full education due to being taken to a place known as The Epidox.
(It's a long story that's in my head, not really a good idea to put it here since it has 0 omorashi, but pretty much, it's a dark realm where people who have gone insane in a way get taken to, Daniel got stuck there at age 7, and never got out until age 12, he wasn't able to catch up.)
He wore a black baseball cap, his shorts were blue, with a red stripe on the sides and his shirt was red, it was white at first, but he painted it red thinking it'd look better, he had a knife with him incase he got attacked, he was so pale he looked like he was sick, but he was actually 100% healthy, muscles weren't seen, he doesn't work out too much because he wanted to be strong, not buff.
The girl next to him was named Thyme, age 18, She met Daniel in The Epidox when Daniel was 12 and she was 9, they worked together and escaped The Epidox. They got lost somewhere in the US and lived on the streets since then.
She had a pink shirt on with a red heart at, well, her heart, it was a v neck and showed a bit of breasts, which she knew Daniel liked a bit, she just loved seeing Daniel blush and stutter when he gets nervous or embarrassed and the way her shirt was made was a perfect way to get that to happen.
Her jeans were cut with a knife, maybe Daniel's, to where it only went above Thyme's knees. She, just like Daniel was slim, but she wasn't as strong, she got scared easily, and often clinged onto Daniel when worried about something, and sometimes she'd kiss him to make herself feel safer, which somehow worked.
Daniel slipped his hand in Thyme's, causing her to look at him and smile.
She moved closer to him and put her lips on his, Daniel licked her bottom lip asking for entrance.
Thyme opened her mouth and let him in as they start moving their tongues around each other, they started to hold each other closer.
Thyme started to feel inside Daniel's shirt, and felt his body, liking how it feels.
"You feel really nice, Daniel." Thyme spoke.
"Thank you," Daniel voiced, "I don't know if I wanna feel you... I'd reach an area I shouldn't."
"Just feel a bit." said Thyme.
Daniel started feeling her stomach and slowly started going up.
Thyme made a "mmmm" sound as Daniel touched her bra a bit.
"Daniel?" asked Thyme.
"Yeah?" Daniel answered.
"In a few minutes we'll have to stop." Thyme spoke.
"Are you ok?" Daniel asked.
"I have to pee a bit, but I can hold it in for now." Thyme answered.
"Alright." said Daniel.
After a few minutes, Daniel and Thyme started making out, with Thyme laying on top of Daniel, every once in awhile squeezing her legs together.
"Are you ok?" Daniel asked Thyme, noticing her legs.
"I- I'm fine, I just need to pee." Thyme spoke.
"Let's go somewhere for you to pee then." Daniel said.
"I don't want to stop right now, we can stop when I get desperate." Thyme spoke, smiling.
She had once wet her pants when sleeping next to Daniel, Daniel cleaned it up with his shirt, Thyme figured she'd just take her pants off and help clean it with her already wet pants. They both were actually a bit turned on, Daniel had actually seen Thyme pee in her sleep and saw Thyme in her cute pink and blue panties, Thyme had enjoyed the feeling of her pee going down her legs. She was having a dream that she was 9 again, was in class, and had to pee really bad. The teacher didn't notice her, and after squirming around, crossing her legs, and holding her crotch, she squirted a bit, her spurt turned into a leak, Thyme decided that she didn't want to deal with the pain of holding it in anymore, and just let herself pee in her pants. When she woke up she noticed that she actually did wet herself, and even peed some on Daniel, but she could still feel the relief, Daniel was sure he heard her moan while she was peeing, to her it felt so good, and she actually did feel like peeing all over herself again one day.
Thyme noticed her bladder filling up, and started to squirm.
Daniel started rubbing her thigh which made her only more desperate to go.
He didn't see her hand, but she grabbed her butt.
"Oh no," Thyme thought, "I have to shit."
She had never pooped in her pants, and didn't really want to, but didn't want to move away from Daniel's hands, she actually was thinking of just peeing right there, but she wanted Daniel to see her desperate. She had never had anyone see her need to poop.
"Where are you on the desperation scale so far?" Daniel asked.
"About a 5," Thyme answered, "It's starting to get pretty bad."
"Maybe we'll get you a bathroom when you're at a 7." Daniel spoke.
"Yeah." Thyme said.
Daniel dipped his thumb into her pants and slowly put his fingers in, and started rubbing her panties.
Thyme started moaning like crazy, crossed her legs, and clenched her butt, in an attempt to hold in her pee and poop.
"You're gonna make me piss." Thyme warned him, "I'm at like a 7 now, I can't hold it much longer anymore."
"You ready to stop and find a bathroom?" asked Daniel.
"Ummm..." Thyme spoke, trying to focus on Daniel instead of trying not to pee and poop in her pants, "Let's just make out a bit longer."
"What if you wet?" Daniel asked.
"I won't. I hope." Thyme spoke.
Her stomach made a sound and Daniel got a bit worried for Thyme.
"Are you ok?" Daniel asked.
Thyme didn't answer, instead, she grabbed her crotch with one hand and her ass with the other.
"Thyme," Daniel spoke, worried, "Thyme, are you bursting?"
She nodded as she felt her panties wet slowly with the pee dripping out of her.
"It... It's... It's not just.... pee...." Thyme tried to say.
"It's not?" Daniel asked.
"I... I'm gonna... ooooooooooooo!" Thyme whimpered as a log almost came out of her butt, "I'm gonna shit myself."
Daniel got Thyme on her feet as she tried her best to hold her pee and poop in, Daniel pulled her pants down and saw her panties.
Thyme doubled over onto Daniel.
"Daniel... I'm sorry..." Thyme slowly said as she started leaking and poop started to creep out of her butt, "I... I can't... hold it in... for another... second!"
Her panties quickly darkened as her bladder burst and she started peeing on Daniel, as her panties soaked in as much pee as it could, the pee starts flowing onto Daniel's pants, and actually turned him on, just when he thought she was done when her pee stopped, Thyme let out a wet fart as a lump grew in her panties, Daniel watched as she started pooping until the lump was as big as his fist. She cried as she finished having her accident.
"I'm sorry I pooped." Thyme spoke.
"It's ok." Daniel spoke as he started feeling the lump she made.
He took off her panties and dumped the poop out, but didn't give them back to her.
They started stripping and after some making out naked, they went back to sleep in each other arms.
Please keep in mind this is my FIRST omorashi story, so sorry if you don't like it or if it's too fast. Give me some advice if you think I could've done something better. Thank you. |
I’m attracted to two things, girls and desperation. This was a formidable group because A. Girls are always desperate, and B. They are only desperate around other girls. I’ve seen it myself, me and my girlfriends hanging out with some boys and they look fine, boys turn around they have their hands in their crotch like some elementary school-girl. I am aroused but hide it, they don’t know I’m Lesbian, and I would prefer to keep it that way.
“I have to pee sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bad!” one girl would exclaim in the group, the extension of the so is purposeful. She doesn’t need to go that bad, but she pretends to because alas, she wants to use the toilets now and doesn’t want to be told to wait a second.
“I’ll go to the bathroom with you Megan.” Another girl would respond. Here is the truth though, it’s pretty obvious that the girls are faking it. A desperate girl is also a girl who would push you up and down and ignore everyone so she can get to the bathroom. Desperate girls are, well, desperate. This disappoints me, I don’t get to see it enough.
There was one place where you could see a real desperation and not get murdered, so I raised my hand. “I’ll come to, I’ve been holding since like 2nd period.” The girls nod. I had to go badly, but I would wait until passing to relieve myself. I don’t love holding, but I sometimes feel obligated to do so.
My name is Elisa Studer and I go to school in a charter school in Columbus, Ohio. It’s one of middle-of-the-road public schools where for every Harvard grad, there is a murderer brought out of its iron gates. I was somewhere in the top, going places but I wasn’t getting much further than Ohio State. I was a clean kid, no drugs, no liquor. The only controversial element was kept secret to me. I doubt there would be any serious ramifications of me being a Lesbian, I was in Ohio for what that counts.
The two girls with me were two blondes that weren’t that smart but hard workers, there was Megan and Brianna. Megan was the original girl, a blonde stud, Brianna was her best friend. I was good friends but I was there just for the bathroom. I walked in posture and talked about things.
They stopped at the doorway and began to do my suspicion, this was no Bathroom trip, this was a gossip trip. They began spewing gossip like they were guns at war. Who was dating who, what was dating what, what happened to who. I was very annoyed by this, and desperate to a point, but I wanted to stay. I was their friends and me leaving wouldn’t look too good on the friend report. I was in a black miniskirt and a green blouse, and if you looked close enough my legs were shaking. I held posture, it wasn’t my first rodeo, and Brianna and Megan failed to notice the few shakes here and there, and soon they picked up on the fun.
“I have to pee so bad.” Megan spoke again, repeating her earlier, and still false, point.
“Me too, how about you Elisa.”
“I’m desperate to pee.” I spoke, the one telling the truth. I felt like running, but it was a few meters away. I wasn’t desperate, if I was desperate I would have left the conversation five minutes ago, when it started. But the girls weren’t walking towards the bathroom, they were walking towards their classes. Shit, the bell must have rang. I looked at my watch and I did not have time.
I walked to my next class, which was in this house. I had full intentions of grabbing the attention of the teacher and leaving. The teacher, a middle aged woman named Mrs. Fisher always allowed one at the beginning. I got in, put my books down and spoke. “Mrs. Fisher, may I please use the bathroom?”
Fisher looked at me, she was annoyed and pointed my vision to the front of the class. I followed her vision and looked around. I felt a finger point behind me.
It hit me like a pound of bricks. There was a girl behind me, giving me the permission of using the toilets before her. I looked back and saw this body, she was still, yet it was obvious that she was desperate, but she was more intent in hiding it. She was in a pair of jeans and a small t-shirt. She had large breasts, a nice round face and long black hair. She would look normal if it wasn’t for the fact that her thighs were clamped together, and she was viciously bobbing up and down. She made me look like a normal person to her level of desperation. Yet, she was permitting me to go first, as if I was the desperate one between the two.
I wanted to say no, but I knew that only one of us could go for the hour, and I wasn’t holding this for another hour. This girl, who I still didn’t know, was going to learn why you should act selfishly.
“Thank you.” I whispered and I ran. Actually, I walked. I didn’t have to go badly enough that I ran, I felt some urges to bend over at times and cursed myself rapidly that I let myself get this bad. Most of my feelings were for this girl, who I was automatically in love with. She was this mystery girl that was the extent of all my dreams. I needed to figure out a way to get her.
I would detail me using the bathroom, but this story isn’t about me. This is the story of Tracy Sheffield, the new girl at school that I loved and just got here from Cleveland, so I’ll skip ahead to when I get back and lock eyes with the new girl.
Tracy was right next to me, our desks parallel on the columns. She was too my right, and in this circumstance we started small talk. I was relieved and happy, she was still desperate. It was obvious that while I was gone she had asked Fisher permission to go as well, and was promptly denied. Poor girl, I should expect that sort of camaraderie again from her. She was squirming and I became very aroused.
“Hey, Tracy.” I whispered. She looked back, her face tense but trying to be calm. “Thank you.”
“Your welcome, but I’m regretting it.” We share a quiet laugh. I look at her again, and there is no way that she isn’t swarming with suitors in a weeks time. She was very hot, much hotter than me and yet she was natural, she never got any plastic surgery in Cleveland. I watched her, vividly, barely focusing on the school work. Her feet tapped the floor and her left hand slowly moved up, she held a pencil in her right hand, but her hand shook too much and she couldn’t write. Tracy pounded her head to the table, it was her first day and she was already incredibly desperate, what luck. The right hand had now joined the left and both were holding the pee inside of her.
I kept both of my hands above desk, so I don’t start touching myself subconsciously. I try to forget about her, Tracy’s legs were crossed over, she was bending back, her face expressed agony.
Then… The bell rang. An entire hour had passed though it felt like no time for me, to Tracy is must have to been ages. She jumps out of her seat and starts walking, I follow, but keep a close distance. I didn’t want her to know I was watching. She maintained composure, though it was obvious that one hand was perched at her crotch. She spotted the bathroom and scuffled in, a crowd would join her soon and she made it.
I was in love, and needed more. So I did something a little unethical, I stalked her, a bit. It was more like seeing her desperate more. I would leave my group of friends early every day, and enter the bathroom. I normally would have to go pretty badly and actually go, but I would also watch for Tracy to enter.
On the first day she did, she was in a green blouse and jeans. She scuffled into the stall next to mine. I listened as she began to piss. She pissed like a gusher, large, fierce, as if her bladder was connected to a hose. She would gasp and moan. I stayed in and listened.
Next day I didn’t catch her, and for the next week I didn’t. Some days she would use the bathroom when we got to class, some days she went some place else to relieve herself. I failed to see Tracy for a while until the Thursday of next week.
I did my rounds for Tracy once again, I went and still no sign of the mystery girl, and I decided it was a lost cause, I washed my hands and exited. Then I spotted her, she was in a long-flowing white dress to her toes. Her legs were a bit bent and one hand at her crotch. She had to go badly. She was also talking to one of the counselors of the school.
“So you want no changes to your schedule Tracy?” The man asked.
“That is correct.” Tracy spoke, quietly and quickly. She gave me a look of desperation, as if she was paging me that she was being held against her will by this counselor, and she had to go.
“That is great, now all we need to do is finalize your identification, come to my office please.” A normal desperate girl would exclaim that she was dying and take a break from the counselor, but Tracy was no desperate girl. She was a shy desperate girl that would piss herself before she went against her command. I loved that.
Tracy followed and I decided to wait on the bench for her to come back. It must have been 5 minutes when Tracy comes back. Now, can I stop her.
“Hey Tracy, whats up?” I ask her, knowing that she didn’t have the time for chit-chat. I had become good friends with the desperate girl, I have taken the position of showing her around the school.
“I’m…. good.” She says, “Just heading for the bathroom.”
“You have a second?” I speak, as if it was a final test of shyness.
“Uh… Yeah sure.” She did not, her knees were bent, her legs switching the weight back and forth, and her hand engulfed around her crotch.
“Do you want to be partners for the English assignment, the poster and such.” She looks at me and smiles.
“Sure.” She could piss herself right here but she kept talking, I felt like I held her fate in my hands. “What time?”
“We’ll set it up during class, now use the bathroom before you pee yourself.” She smiles and runs to the bathroom. I felt bad but now I was incredibly horny, so I didn’t mind. We did set it up, tomorrow at my house, after school.
We didn’t have English on Friday, so for the entire school day I never saw Tracy. I was in a blue blouse and mini-skirt, today was a big day and I couldn’t wait, I was giddy.
Tracy and I were supposed to meet in the front, and I patiently waited for her. It took 5 stressful minutes until she arrived. Tracy is in a red dress and flowed freely in the strong winds, her right hand held her dress from flying, revealing her underwear. She also had knee-socks and black slippers. She walked up to me and we hugged. She seemed fine, no pressure anywhere, she was laughing, moving around. Just fine, disappointedly fine.
There was one other problem, I needed to pee. In my excitement I forgot to go myself, not that I really needed to go, it might become a predicament later.
“So, let’s go to some big store and gets some supplies.” Tracy nodded to my order. We jumped into our car, it was a warm day in Columbus so we turned the AC. I offered Tracy a bottle of water, which she accepted. She took a few gulps and continued talking.
We started to drive, and I really needed to pee. I sat normally, driving my car to avoid any suspicion. Meanwhile, my thought process went something like this. If I wait any longer I might reveal the possibility of using the bathroom with Tracy, so I must go now.
“Tracy, I need to stop to use the bathroom, I’ll be a second.” I pulled into a gas station. “I’ll get some snacks as well.”
“I’ll stay here, it is okay.” I run in and run out, quickly using the bathroom and grabbing some sodas and snacks. In 5 minutes I jump back into the car and the bottle of water is empty, and she grabs a bottle of soda.
“I drink too much.” Tracy says between gulps, “I don’t want to be desperate again.” Oh she will. “I always seem to be desperate around you Elisa.” I stay silent, worried that she had caught on.
“What do you mean?”
“Well I attribute the two times I was the most desperate to you partially, one was my first day and one was yesterday. Yesterday was really bad, I hadn’t peed since 2 in the morning and had drank coffee. I run to the bathroom after math, get stopped by a counselor, have her boss me around for ten minutes and right as I was going to lose you stop me to do a conversation.” I grew pale in the face.
“I’m sorry, then.”
“Don’t be sorry, it was probably a coincidence. It is just that I’m too shy to people and it puts me in precarious positions, like an instinctual thing.”
We pulled into the store, and I feel like my plan might fall apart. She knew that she was too shy, maybe she will try to use the bathroom more and more. We jumped in and I decided to keep her busy.
“Stick with me Tracy, I’ll tell you to get specific stuff, and I would like to spend the least time possible.” She looks at me, and nods. We start walking towards the arts-and-crafts section.
We pick up items at a record pace, she is focused and shows no signs. We only stopped once, when she needed to fix her socks. Suddenly, she bended down all the way. I looked over to her and all I see is under her skirt, which had flung up. Her toned ass and blue panites.
“Be careful Tracy, you are flashing the security cameras.” Tracy laughs and holds down her skirt to no success, but covering most of the stuff. I get the image of Tracy, desperate beyond words kneeling in my bedroom, soaking those blue panties.
We were almost finished when Tracy speaks to me, “Have you seen the ladies room anywhere?”
“No.” She frowns but shows no agony. It was starting, and I was excited. Of course I knew where it was, in the far back, but she had no clue. She was just in from Cleveland.
“Okay.” We checked out and went back to the car, still nothing on the pee front from her. The request could have been precautionary thing.
“Have you gone after any boys yet?” I ask her and she stares back at me.
“No… I’m Lesbian.” Now I’m staring back at her.
“You’re Lesbian?!” I say back.
“Well, more Bisexual but no guys have gone for me in a while. You have a problem with that?”
“No,no.no.” I count back my steps, “I’m just surprised.”
“Why?”
“It’s just that….” I pause myself.
“That…” She keeps on.
“If I tell you something, could you keep it a secret to people.” She stares at me, and then breaks out laughing. The laugh was loud and out-of-control. I just looked at her.
“It isn’t 1960 Elisa, most guys cheer on Lesbianism.” I look unconvinced.
“I just don’t want some people to know.”
“Anyone that would care isn’t a good friend.” It was a good point, and I became quiet. Now, I’ve been withholding my plan from you guys so far, so this is what I’m doing to Tracy. I’m going to claim as we walk that my toilet is broken and that the others would have to go through my brother of my mother. Knowing her, she would reject those and slowly get more desperate without an available options. She would also be too shy to ask me for any alternatives. If Tracy doesn’t reach the tipping point until we finish this English poster, I take her to the park where we both pee outside and then go into a make-out session, a part that was supported by the fact that we were both lesbians.
It was on the car ride that I began to see the few knee twitches, the tense looks, the hand resting on her knee, but Tracy kept quiet.
My house was a solid middle-class house in the middle of a good neighborhood with a park right next to it. My house was at the end of the room, a messy girls room full of posters, clothes and perfume. Tracy wouldn’t mind. We entered the house and got to my room.
Like I suspected it took a while for Tracy to even mention her need. Tracy was a drawer, so on this English poster she did most of the work, I sometimes wrote tidbits on the poster or type out a section. At the pace we were at it would take us about two hours to complete. Tracy was quiet and focused in the middle of the room, she was lying down, drawing on her stomach in the middle of the room. I sometimes looked at her body, now that she was Lesbian, I wasn’t only attracted to her desperation, I was really attracted to her. Every turn, change, movement, every twitch of her leg turned me on.
I was on the edges, drinking a lot. I wanted to be really desperate for the final act, I started feeling the need again but it wasn’t severe. the clock was nearing 7:00 and we had been here for thirty minutes when the question popped up.
Tracy had stood up and had been dancing a bit, out of energy and not really from her bladder. Then she started to walk to a closed door in the side of the room. I wanted to stop her but suddenly I felt a sympathy and hesitated. And before I could come up with an excuse she had closed the door. I had lost, I had failed my one job.
But then there was a scream. And I look back and Tracy barrels back into the main room.
“What’s going on?” I asked with my newfound hope.
“There was a spider in the toilet.” I was saved by my least favorite thing, spiders, and Tracy’s as well.
“I’m sorry, are you afraid of spiders?” Tracy quickly nods. “I should have told you that there has been this spider infestation in our plumbing so there are a few spiders in the bathrooms.” I lie and Tracy goes pale in the face.
“All of the bathrooms?” I nod. “Shit, I really have to go though.” She was desperate. “Well, I can hold it for now.” Tracy jumps back down and keeps going. She is now drawing on her knees, and I can see her knees shaking and her body twitching. I was at the point where I was just watching her, not doing anything else. Tracy had grabbed a marker and began to drawing like there was no tomorrow. It was oddly similar, the marker in her left hand, her right hand forming an indentation of her crotch in the dress. Sometimes, as if I wasn’t there, she would reach under her dress to hold.
She had to go so bad that it made me forget about how bad I had to go. It was the type of desperation that came from drinking a lot, fast. The type that is sharp and painful, like a knife in my bladder. I had my hands around my mini-skirt as well. I kept waiting for Tracy to finish, for her hands to drop to her crotch and for her to beg me to find a place for relief, but she didn’t.
Tracy started to take momentary pauses, she would work, then stop, change position, bobble, curse under her breath and go back to drawing. It seemed this was every thirty seconds.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to a bathroom, Tracy?” I was beginning to ruin my own plans for my relief. I was chained to my own pleasure, I knew that I wasn’t going to wet myself before this girl. I was in a brutal holding contest where only one side felt the pressure. Tracy looked up and shook her head.
“I want to finish this before I pee.” She kept going, and going, and each second peeled away at my own strength. I begin to rest my weight on the door, I wonder how she hasn’t noticed that I was so desperate, I was putting on a show for her. It was like I was being used as I was using her.
It was now 7:30, and I definitely wanted to hold this torrent of urine. I was in a prime position, if this plan was going to work I needed to pee with her. And finally, I was deeply afraid of spiders, I couldn’t go into the bathroom if there was one. The time ticked away at a snails pace.
“Elisa, please help me finish this so I can pee.” Tracy looked at me, I attempted to fix my posture.
“We can finish it later, you look like you are dying.” Out of the two us, she was the better off one. “We’ll go in the park across the street. Please, I’m begging you.” I stopped myself before it sounds like I’m the one in trouble. Tracy looked at and looked at the painting.
“I think we got far enough, let’s go pee. I’m so desperate.” Tracy stood and immediately crouched over, the weight and pressure coming back on her urethra. “Shit.” Tracy quietly spoke as she whimpered out of the room. I walked normally, attempting to forget the massive amounts of piss in me, Tracy wasn’t as lucky, she had both hands around her vagina like she was holding it for dear life.
It was 7:45, so the park was dark and lonely. A cold breeze fell through the area that included remnants of the earlier winds. We were two high-school girls whimpering in the cold night, in a cold park, with very full bladders, seeking relief.
I felt the tips of the scale beginning to fall against my favor, a warm spurt that arrived in my panties, the warmness of the liquid soothed the cold external regions. It was alarming but also comforting. Either way, it was far too cold out for a mini-skirt.
We crossed into the play-ground and ran for a grassy region a few meters away. I still wondered why Tracy made no mention of my desperation, was I that good.
“Okay, Elisa, stand guard while I pee.” Tracy turned away and though I was supposed to stand guard, I watched. With my hand holding myself I watched Tracy as she gently lifted the red dress to reveal her blue underwear. Unrolled the long black socks she had been wearing and gently rolled down her panties, revealing her firm ass to me. I grew horny beyond words and another spurt appeared. Then she started to pee, it was like a jet the way it flew out of her urethra. She moaned as the puddle formed around her, in perfect unison. My bladder began to bulge, kneeled down to try to take a hold of it, and luckily I did, though my panties were soaked by now. It took about a minute for her to get rid of all the piss inside of her, and I watched intently at the beautiful display of woman in front of me.
As she finished I turned around and heard her put on her long red dress, leaving the wet socks and panties (the socks had been in the piss landing course, unfortunately). Her face was relieved and happy, this massive amount of pressure relieved.
“Now, I need…”
“Let’s go for a walk or something.” Tracy interrupted me, “it’s so beautiful.” I felt like it was inevitable of me losing it, my miniskirt was beginning to be creased by the wriggling and bending over. “I need to apologize for something, Elisa. Hopefully you will understand.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry for making you hold for this long.” I looked at her oddly, confused. “Ever since that first day when I first saw you, I had this vision of replicating that desperation you had, like a dream of mine. So I decided that during this project I will push you to your limits. That’s why I never bring up the fact that you have looked on the brim for the last 30 minutes, or faking that there was a spider in the bathroom, knowing you were afraid of spiders.” I looked at her confounded, amazed and puzzled.
“That is so funny because I was doing the same thing. That was why I never showed you to the other bathrooms in the house, why I made that lie of a spider infestation, why I never showed you the bathroom in the store. I was trying to see you at your limit.”
“Well, that wasn’t my limit, though this is yours.” I nodded, as I began to feel a loss of control.
“Oh no, no, no.” I separated myself from Tracy. My panties became ridiculously warm, like as if they were being soaked in soup. I instantly pulled down my mini-skirt, and watched as my panties got soaked in the torrent of liquid that came out of me. Tracy only could muster up a laugh. I have this dream of making her wet herself, and in the end I’m the one that wets herself
As I finish I roll of my panties and now I stand half-naked in the middle of a cold park. My crotch freezes from the wind and I shiver. Tracy extends her arm and takes me out of my crouch, and suddenly we are hugging.
I look at her, and she looks at me, and we both go in for the kiss. And needless to say, we didn’t get that project done on time. |
"How did I get myself into this?"
This was the repeated question asked by the one-hundred-and-six-year-old Prothean cultural expert, Liara T'soni. One might think that 106 was an extraoridinary age
to be digging up old relics of an ancient, galaxy-faring civilization, but one would only think that if they were a human. As a blue-skinned alien known as an Asari,
Liara was actually remarkably young for her role as a legitimate expert in any scientific field, let alone as a study of a long-lost species that had barely left
any traces of their existence. Despite all of her intellect on the Protheans, however, Liara had still managed to utterly destroy precious clues about the ancient
ruins around her during the panic that had ensued when an army of synthetic creatures- the Geth- suddenly flooded into the underground excavation site without
warning or provokation. And so her exciting career as an archaeologist came to a miserable end, as did the lives of her entire excavation team. She only had the
good graces to have been inside some kind of Prothean holding cell when the attack came. By the time it was her turn to face a Geth Pulse Rifle's phasic plasma
round, she had somehow managed to trigger the holding cell's force field emitter, which was powerful enough to repel anything that the machines were as yet capable
of throwing at it. Unfortunately, it also prevented Doctor T'soni from escaping, turning the emitter off, or even moving. She was suspended in mid-air, held aloft
and immobile by powerful mass effect fields that even her biotics had no chance of breaking down.
So she floated there, just hoping that someone friendly, someone that wasn't a Geth or that Krogan who seemed to be leading them, someone who didn't want her dead,
would discover her trapped here and find some way to disable the force field and free her so that they could escape together. She disregarded the irony of somebody
"discovering" the would-be archaeologist when she was supposed to be the one discovering things, and silently wished for something to drink. Even down in these
caverns, the heat of the volcano world Therum, second planet of the Knossos system in the Artemis Tau Cluster, was unbearable without a sufficient supply of cold
beverages. Of course, drinking anything now would likely only makes things worse for the blue-skinned alien, as she had already consumed an unusual amount of ice
water today, a necessity given the unusually hot day, and had just excused herself from her duties of carbon dating, historical referencing and biological
sequencing so that she could answer her needs in a place where moisture wouldn't do any damage to the Prothean remains when the Geth suddenly appeared. The Asari
race may be completely alien in many ways from Humans, including having no males, but they shared more similarities than Humans did with any other race. Excluding
possibly the Quarians, but nobody knew what they looked like under the suits anyway. Both races shared similar anatomies, at least between Human females and all
Asari, and had the same natural requirements to survival. Food, water, fresh air and some place to use as a bathroom. In all the stress of being attacked, getting
trapped inside an ancient security system for three hours, being bored out of her mind and needing to relieve herself for the entire time, she had finally begun
talking to herself, if only to give herself something to listen to other than the hum of the machines that kept her from moving. She tried to move her arms so that
she could at least squeeze herself, help to hold in her urine, but the force of the containment field was too much for any amount of muscle to break. She was well
and truly stuck. At this point, she might have just gone right on the floor if she could get her pants down. And if she wasn't right in the middle of the most
valuable and well-preserved Prothean dig sites in the known galaxy! By the Goddess, what was she thinking? There was no way she could possibly defile these
priceless artifacts in such a way, she would likely be banished from Council space! In the end, all she could do was rub her thighs together and hope that help came
for her VERY soon.
About ten minutes later, Liara started hearing gunfire coming from somewhere above her. Had someone located the cavern? Were her prayers for assistance being
answered? Had the Geth killed the intruder, or someone else from her team? There was no way to know, as the strangely-shaped cell she was in curved in such a way
that she couldn't see the elevator outside, and the white tiles reflected the light from the barrier quite harshly, despite having dulled with age. More gunshots,
and she squirmed as hard as she could against the mass effect fields as she felt something warm start to slowly seep down her left leg. A bit of tense concentration
allowed herself to stop it, but she knew that her bladder had just leaked a little bit. Right now, she was thankful for the dark hue of her Science Officer uniform,
a universally accepted style of outfit that is worn by most on-duty scientists and doctors, as instructed by the Citadel Council. It was nothing flashy, a bit tight
around the waist, but it was the official uniform, and the dark leggings that made it very nearly a one-piece getup made Liara glad that she was wearing it.
Anything else would have made the dark spot very embarrassing if anyone saw it. Suddenly, a shower of sparks bright enough to pierce through the light of the barrier
and a deep groaning of overstressed steel signalled to her that someone was indeed coming down. This wouldn't have been the case if it were Geth, they were very
persistent, but also efficient. If they weren't here ten minutes ago, they had already exhausted all options in getting to her through the front door and were trying
elsewhere. Upon barely making out the dull thud of boots hitting the metal catwalk outside, Liara knew that it was close, and took her chance at freedom by calling
out as loudly as she could.
"Uh, hello? Could somebody help me? Please!" It didn't take long for more footsteps to approach, a figure appearing through the barrier as little more than a bright
blue silhouette until it got close enough that she could make out the forms of a Human, a Turian and a Krogan- thankfully, he didn't appear to be the same one leading
the assault on the ruins. They approached until they were close enough that Liara could begin to distinguish their features. The Krogan had a thick, red scale plate
upon his forehead, and a long scar running down the right side of his face. It looked like he had only narrowly kept his eye. His armor bore the red paintjob of an
old Mercenary-class Heavy suit. The Turian had what looked like a modified Kuwashii accuracy assistance visor glued on by the side of his head, and wore a light set
of Agent-class armor, which was standard-issue for Citadel Security officers. Liara took just a split instant to wonder why a C-Sec officer was so far away from the
Citadel. That little instant was a little more than her mind was able to handle right now, and before she could inspect the Human in the middle of the group, their
apparent leader, her desperation for escape and relief simply caused her to call out.
"Can you hear me out there? I'm trapped, I need help!" She looked toward them pleadingly, hoping above all right now that the barrier did not completely prevent noise
from passing through. Then she discarded the thought; she had already heard gunshots before their arrival.
The Human spoke up. "Are you okay? What happened to you?" Liara anxiously responded, relieved- to an extent- that this Human, who she would later come to know as
Commander Shepard, was in fact able to hear her. "Listen, this thing I am in is a Prothean security device. I cannot move, so... I need you to get me out of it,
alright?"
Shepard considered this for a moment. "How'd you end up in there?"
"I was exploring the ruins when the Geth showed up. So I hid in here." Liara chose to omit what exactly what she was doing while doing her exploring. "Can you believe
that? Geth, beyond the Veil! I activated the tower's defenses, I knew the barrier curtains would keep them out. When I turned it on, I must have hit something I
wasn't supposed to. I was trapped in here, you must get me out, please!" As she finished her explaination, she was wracked with another bladder spasm that made her
voice hit a higher octave, but it was passed by the Commander as the pleas of a damsel in distress.
Suddenly, the Human crossed it's arms and the gentle voice was replaced with an accusatory tone. "Your Mother is working with Saren. Whose side are you on?" The poor
Asari felt a spurt of warmth slip past her defenses and into her pants as she recovered from the great surprise of her Mother, Matriarch Benezia, being brought into
the conversation- especially due to the news that she was working with the infamous Saren Arterius. In what capacity, she couldn't possibly be sure. "What? I am not
on anybody's side!" She took a quick pause to try to think and regain control of her bladder. To lose control right at this moment would be unbearable. "I may be
Benezia's daughter, but I am nothing like her. I have not spoken to her in years! Please, just get me out of here."
Shepard gave a quick nod. "We'll find some way to help you." The Commander's voice once again took on that calming tone, a voice that Liara could easily trust. "There
is a control in here that should deactivate this thing. You'll have to find some way past the barrier curtain. That's the tricky part, the defenses cannot be shut off
from the outside, I don't know how you'll get in here." The desperate Asari hesitated for just a second, as another spurt threatened to make it's escape to join the
first, and she had to shift her concentration to keep it in. "B-be careful, there is a Krogan with the Geth... they have been trying different ways to get past the
barrier..."
Commander Shepard gave another nod, and the squad started on their objective. Liara could do nothing except watch as they left her there, and float in place. She
silently hoped that they hurried and freed her quickly, so that she could run off and find some secluded spot in which to attend to her needs. Possible Geth ambush be
damned at this point. She couldn't even close her legs with this energy field keeping her limbs in place, and that only made her urge all the worse. A few seconds
passed before she could hear more gunfire eminating from outside, a sure sign that the alien soldiers had found more Geth hiding not too far away. A few agonizing
minutes later, the gunfire faded out, the fighting moving deeper into the cave system. By now, Liara had taken to counting the seconds since her rescuers had spoken
with her, and her count had gotten a little past six hundred and thirty. So, it's been over ten minutes. And every single minute meant more pressure on her painfully
full bladder. What were they doing? Looting lockers in the nearby excavation camp? Playing memory games? No, shouldn't be that harsh with them, the Human DID promise
to get her out after all, and there was no reason to believe that saving her would be as easy as-
A sudden, violent explosion rips through the foundation of the cave system and the ancient Prothean structure that housed the barrier curtain, shaking the room and
the machinery to the core. And Liara along with them. Her body can withstand the quake, all except for her distended bladder. The recycled liquids within are jostled
around until, much like a can of soda, the pressure proves to much for her jolted muscles, and the contents suddenly explode out through their only availiable exit.
Before she can even cry out in distress, she felt the warmth snake down her thighs, partially trapped by the moisture-resistant leggings of her uniform. Of course,
moisture-resistant wasn't enough to stop the full soaking that her body was now involuntarily giving, and they quickly became saturated in her liquids as that same
warmth ran down to her calves and her shoes. The most unfortunate part was the barrier field. It not only kept her in place, but her urine as well. It kept the fluid
pressed snugly against her skin, rather than letting it leak out onto the floor, which only served to intensify her humiliation. She was absolutely mortified, and now
the poor Asari could only pray to the Goddess that the Human's squad took their time in reaching her again, maybe her body heat could force the liquids still streaming
out from between her legs to evaporate a little bit... over the course of a few hours. And maybe the heat of of the volcanic Therum caves wouldn't cause her to die of
dehydration by then. Not likely as long as the fluids in her body were being peed out as much as they were right now. Liara's cheeks took the purple-ish hue of an
Asari's blush as she felt the warm liquid caress her womanhood, pressed back against her by the Prothean security system just as forcefully as it left her, before the
pressure pushed it further down either limb and toward her boots. So it went for a solid minute of urination, before the rock of pain that had kept her belly bloated
finally dissolved. She could still feel the soreness of her insides, but the cause of her discomfort was no longer there- rather it was now all over her clothes and
thighs and legs, and remained trapped with her.
It was only seconds later that Liara heard footsteps running toward her from behind, and turned her head as far back as it could turn, which was just enough to witness
the success of the Turian, the Krogan and their Human leader. She was utterly embarrassed that they could see her in such a pathetic state, but this was trumped by
her feelings of relief at being saved from the Geth and, even more than that, surprise that they had managed to find a way to her. "How... how did you get in here? I
did not think there was any way past the barrier!" It was Shepard's turn to hesitate, making no attempt to hide the surprise of finding a pee-soaked alien trapped in
a big bubble. "Er... w-we need to get you out of here before more Geth arrive."
The slightly miserable Asari turns toward the only console in the cell. "Y-yes, you are right. I've seen enough of them to last a life time. That button should shut
down my containment field." The Human is quick to turn it's attention to the oddly-shaped controller, likely trying to give Liara as much modesty as possible, and
approaches it. Holding a hand over the green indicators, Shepard is able to access it and disable everything in the room, at which point the scientist is suddenly hit
by the full force of gravity and falls awkwardly onto her stomach- and a very large puddle that spills out from every loose fiber of her leggings the very instant
that she is finally released from her captivity. Just like that, she finds herself covered in her own waste and feeling much more miserable about it than before. Of
course, nobody there seems willing to help her up, so she gets back to her feet and, blushing madly, wipes her hands on each other before turning to the squad that had
saved her life and killed her dignity. The Turian speaks for the first time since the Asari had seen him. "Uh, any idea how to get out of this place?"
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So yeah, this isn't my first story, but it is my first NON-FURRY work.
Wanted to make a fanfiction based on the "Rescue Liara" mission of the first Mass Effect game. Let me know what you guys think ^^
An Asari's Ruins, Ruined.txt |
part 1 of story - follows on from What Hermione did next
Hermione sat back in the train seat and closed her eyes. She had found an empty compartment so she could just relax for awhile on the long journey back to Hogwarts. She knew the task they would be set in their first (boring) English class “write an essay of not less than 500 words on what I did in the holidays”. It was not that it was hard to produce a reasonable essay, it just thinking back on her holidays and what she could actually write about without being in major trouble for writing “adult fiction”.
She thought back to just over six weeks ago when they were starting their holidays and she sat in much the same seat worried about what the hols would bring and not looking forward to much of them. After her self-discovery during the flying lessons (see, & ) she was not looking forward to being at home with her parents for the first few weeks and whilst she was still looking forward to spending the last couple of weeks as the Weasley's she had yet to find out why Ron had stolen the knickers from the lost property room as the end of term had come before she got a chance to spy a bit on him.(See what Hermione did next)
But the hardest part was going to be staying dry, having found so much pleasure in wetting her knickers it was going to be very hard to stop, but there was no way she could hide her wet ones at home and dry them without being caught. She might get away with it at the Weasleys as they were so disorganised – and in any case she wanted to indirectly question Mrs Weasley in case she was a club member – not that Hermione knew much about the club yet as she had missed the one meeting that she had been told about as it was just before end of term exams and she needed to swot. That was pleasure she was looking forward to in the new term.
But it had all turned out so different and whilst she could not use what had happened for her essay her thoughts swiftly focussed on the events that actually happened. The meeting with her mum had started as expected, a little restrained and formal – mum had looked so shocked when they met and Hermione had wondered what she had done wrong. But on the drive back to their home they had stopped and went into a very nice café where they sat in a corner away from everyone else to enjoy their drinks. When Hermione looked at her mother a bit puzzled her mother dissolved and started to cry a little, quite putting Hermione off guard and she reached out and held her arm questioning “what was the matter”? Mum found her hanky, blew her nose and then looked hard at Hermione “I’m sorry” she said “I waved good bye to you at the start of the term and watched my little girl going away – but now you have changed – you are a beautiful young women! Where has my baby gone? I feel such a loss. Hermione was at a loss quite what to do, but moved round the table and gave her mum a big hug saying “your baby is still here as part of me – and that will never change” which brought more tears from mum and a big hug back – more fierce than Hermione ever remembered in the past, her mum normally being the “restrained professional woman” – especially in public.
They finally got to the house where the handyman/gardener came and collected Hermione’s cases and took them to her room, her mum simply saying go and have a freshen up and rest we will talk more over the next few weeks. Hermione was not all that comfortable with the house, she had only spent a few weeks in it before the last term and it seemed big and unfriendly to her. With both Granger’s being dentists they had never been short of money, but an inheritance had also helped them recently move to a large multi-roomed detached house with a substantial garden out in the country quite some distance from the nearest other house. Hermione’s room was as she had left it and looking round she had to admit it was very “little girly” and she would need to change it quite a bit to reflect her “adult status”.
Her father was fairly late in, but they all had dinner together with lots of catching up. She learnt that the new house had proved to need more input to look after than her parents had expected which did not fit with them both working full time so now they had a female part time cleaner-housekeeper for inside and the male handyman/gardener to help outside so Hermione knew when they would be around. Apart from four bedrooms, and office, a gym a laundry kitchen and three reception rooms the garden had a swimming pool and tennis court as well as extensive lawns.
Night time visions
In bed later that evening Hermione thought through her day and realised that she might get away with some wetting pleasure if she was able to use the swimming pool – it would only be in her costume, but that was better than nothing. However that was not to be. She soon drifted off to sleep, but woke up around midnight needing to pee. Whilst the guest rooms and her parents room had en-suites she did not and so she needed to walk down the corridor past the gym to the bathroom.
Half asleep she walked down the corridor when she realised that the gym door was partially open and there as light shining out into the darkened corridor. She slowed down to look into the room s she heard her parents voices coming out – and then stopped dead, open mouthed at what she saw!
There was her mother – but dressed in a schoolgirls outfit. It looked quite old fashioned – white blouse, grey gymslip with a short skirt, but the rest was a bigger shock she was bent over, skirt flicked up over her back, her rear sticking out – covered in a pair of bottle green school knickers. White suspenders holding up black stockings completed the outfit and her feet were placed apart standing on thick towels. Her dad was also dressed up – very formally in an old fashioned country style suit with a shirt and tie.
Hermione told herself not to look! - and to walk quietly on to the toilet – but she did not move as she saw her father use his outstretched palm swinging his arm to spank her mother’s bottom on her knickers. It was not a hard spank and she watched her mother wiggle her bottom before the next slap. Then as she stood unable to tear her gaze away she saw the lower part of her mother’s green knickers go almost black just before a stream of wee shot out in an arc behind her onto the towels on the floor. She could hear her mother muttering, but not make out the words as her wee filled the gusset of her knickers, then ran down her legs soaking her stockings as it ran in rivulets down her legs. Her father kept up a steady spanking, but still very gentle and getting slower with his hand spending more time touching her bottom each spank.
Hermione suddenly came to her senses and quietly and quickly moved away in case her parents saw her, went to the toilet quietly and silently slipped back to her room. She lay awake for some time going over the picture in her mind – her mum was wetting herself deliberately and was apparently enjoying it! Hermione’s pussy was tingling itself, but she resisted temptation as she knew a good self massage would end up with her squirting and wetting the bed.
The next morning Hermione awoke and as she gathered her thoughts she decided she must have simply dreamed last night’s sights. Her parents were very starchy “professional people” and whilst Hermione realised that for her to be here that had experienced sex – but that was all a long time ago now. Checking the time she saw that it was well past the time for her parents to have gone to work but it was at least an hour before the home helps arrived. She got up and just in her night dress walked down to the toilet being close to full, but as she passed the gym she could not resist looking inside to see if she had simply dreamed the event. At first sight there was nothing to show her parents had been in there last night – but on looking closer to where she remembered her parents standing the tiled floor did look a bit damp, but it was hard to tell. Her bladder reminded her of the purpose of the walk so she turned round to walk out and then saw the open door to the laundry. Almost unable to stop herself she walked over to the big top loading machine and opened the lid – there was the uniform her mother had been wearing with the towels underneath.
She reached in and pulled out the knickers – they were damp but no longer soaking, almost automatically she put them on – followed by the rest of the uniform which was quite a good fit. Out came the towels – again they were a bit damp in places, but well able to soak up more. Here was her chance of some pleasure wetting! The towels were quickly laid on the floor and Hermione sat down on them and laid back, legs apart, skirt up over her tummy as she let go and emptied a very full night’s worth of wee into the knickers with is flowing up over her tummy, down under her bum, down her legs- she closed her eyes as the waves of pleasure flowed out from her pussy and she gently rubbed herself to a shuddering conclusion.
She must have almost passed out as it was a couple of minutes later that she opened her eyes to look straight up into her mother’s face. She just froze, unable to move or say anything from the fright. Her mother was dressed – not for work but in a light summer frock – she looked down at her and almost whispered “you clearly have the family bladder capacity and it looks like you have inherited the love of wetting”. Hermione lay there and watched as her mum lifted the front of her skirt showing her beautiful turquoise coloured lace and mesh knickers with a gusset that was not see through - but which quickly turned dark and wet as she proceeded to piss herself standing over the now very damp towels.(See picture) Her eyes closed as she too felt the pleasure of what she was doing and felt herself up doing it.
When she opened her eyes she looked at Hermione saying "we really do have a lot to talk about! I had arranged to not have patients for a couple of days and was going to suggest we played a little tennis to relax a bit before talking. I don’t think the tennis is necessary and whilst I love wetting my white frilly tennis knickers whilst on the court the gardener will be here soon! So – please help get these towels and wet clothes back into the machine", at which point she pulled her own knickers down showing Hermione her smooth shaved pussy. Hermione quickly got up stripped of the outfit she was wearing and helped to get the towels into the machine – her nightdress had got splashed so that went in as well thus she stood there naked and still wet below.
“You go grab your clothes and use the bathroom shower” said her mum “I will use the one in our bedroom then let’s meet in the breakfast room. We can start our talk there, but we may need to go out later.
Hermione did as she was told, but also gave herself a little extra rub as she walked to the bathroom and managed to squeeze out a little more wee as she stood in the shower before turning it on.
Breakfast
When she got to the breakfast room her mum was already there cooking scrambled eggs – Hermione’s favourite breakfast. Her mum was very quiet and did not seem keen to start talking so Hermione decided to start with “a lot happened over the last term, mum” – her mum looked up saying “I would really like to have no secrets between us if we can – I know you cannot tell me about some parts of your schooling and I won’t ask you to tell me, but otherwise I would like you to be totally honest with me and I will be with you – ok?” “yes sure “ Hermione replied. “Then can I ask you how you knew about my costume and the towels?” mum asked.
Hermione to a big breath and started –" Well last night I woke up at about midnight and walked down the corridor to the bathroom when I saw the gym door was open and there was a light on - I looked in and saw you bending over with your bum sticking out wearing the schoolgirls costume - and I saw dad was dressed up - I guess like an old teacher - he was spanking you although he was obviously not hurting you, then I saw that you were wetting yourself - pee was coming out quite hard. At that point I thought I had better move on so I went quickly into the bathroom and then straight back to my room without looking again - I'm sorry for spying on you but when I got that first sight of you peeing our knickers I just could not move."
"Firstly there is nothing to be sorry for" said mum, "we should have made sure we shut the door first, but then it gives me a starting point for our talk. For dad and I it is quite a strain always being very professional and formal. When we were younger we were much freer and always enjoyed ourselves -with lots of fun - and sex! - of course that's where you came from. But as we became successful we were forced into this image of what the world expects us to be. The trappings of success - this house, nice cars, holidays - are great, but a few years ago we found that we had lost all the fun out of our lives, all we did was work and spend- and I felt guilty that I was not spending time with you as well.
So when we had a few days away on holiday we started talking to try to see what we could do so that we did not just drift apart like so many of our friends were. Late that evening, after more drinks than we usually had, we got to talking about our love life and the question came up of what were our fantasies that we had never told each other. Dad went first and said he would really like to "play spank" me - he admitted that he was really turned on by the feel of spanking as well as loving the way the flesh on a nicely padded bottom would ripple when spanked. I was not too sure about this, but agreed to let him try, I took my skirt off, dropped my knickers to my knees and bent over in front of him and let him spank me. He was very gentle, there was a bit of noise and after a few spanks I felt myself getting quite warm and the feeling spread into my pussy which was great.
By that time he was spending more time feeling me up than actually administering each spank and I was getting quite eager for him to move on and take advantage of my position. But you dad is a very loving and kind person and I saw him force himself to stop and say sorry, you have not told me what is your fantasy? I pulled up my knickers and took his hand to take him into the bathroom - I said if you are to spank me then I must be a naughty girl, I just lifted my skirt and pissed myself, then bent over, stuck out my bum in my now very wet knickers and said "please sir I need to be punished, please spank me". It took him a short time to take up my offer (which I later found out was because he came in his pants when I did the little girl act). Without going into more detail we gradually worked out what we liked and when we didn't. Dad is not really into wetting games which are my favourite and have been since I was your age - so I try not to piss on him if I can. I'm not into getting hurt and he does not want to hurt me - but he does get turned on as my bottom goes pink and I protest so I will often stick my bum out a bit further when he swings his hand to the spanks are harder than he means them to be and I have developed as really good "naughty little girl" routine. Occasionally as a special treat we may give each other permission to do thing we may not otherwise like. I have let him use a slipper on me and he has put me over his lap for spanking which means he let me totally soak him with my wee when I went in my knickers as he spanked me."
Hermione was very quiet for awhile as she ate her scrambled eggs, but then responded "Mum, I have obviously got lots to learn, I have only had a couple of kisses - with hands trying to touch my breasts - so I really do not know anything about boys and need your guidance. But I would much rather start learning about wetting from you I didn't know normal people did it". Her mum smiled and replied "well it might be easier if you tell me what you have found out yourself and we can go from there. We have some more time now before the home helps arrive, but what would you like to do for the rest of today?." Hermione thought and then replied "I have some spare money from my last birthday, what I would really like is to buy some grown up knickers - those turquoise one you just wet were lovely - all I have are school knickers in navy blue or pink and whilst they are good to wet I would like to try to see what I look like in something more grown up."
Mum responded immediately "of course, you are really quite grown up - I will ring and make an appointment now" "What do mean ring and make an appointment?" said Hermione " Marks and Spencer's is just in town". "You may choose to shop there later dear, but I am going to take you to Madam Susie's Corsetiere - I have gone there for years. She can start by checking out your breasts to ensure you get the right bra and she has a wide range of knickers and can advise you what will fit best and look best for your body shape." She went to the phone and came back a few minutes later - "we have a booking for 2.00 today so we can go out for lunch before that- but! if you are keen to have really nice knickers then we need to do something about what they are covering." "What do you mean?" asked Hermione - "well I saw you looking at me when I took my turquoise knickers of after wetting them this morning - what did you see?" - "um - you were bald down there mum" Hermione replied. "Yes" said mum "so up to my bedroom so I can teach you how to shave as you are starting quite a growth from what I saw earlier - and having no hair is much better for wetting and cleaning up is earlier and quicker!
Hermione found her first shaving gave her quite a mixture of feelings. She had stripped off and stood in the shower as mum had told her and It initially felt odd when her mum knelt down in front of her and gently touched the hair round her pussy, the touch from someone else (even her mum) felt rather nice and she had to work hard not to simply push her pussy forward as if in welcome. Putting on the foam shaving cream was even better as her mum started to work the cream all around her pussy lips then stopped and told her to rub it in herself - firstly she did not want her mum to stop it felt so good, then when she did it herself she immediately felt waves of pleasure and started to tremble and her knees to start to sag. "That's enough for now" she heard her mother say, we have more to do.
Using the razor was not so nice, her mum started and her expert hands seemed to make it flow easily and Hermione felt and saw her hair being removed, but when her mum handed her the razor it was not so easy. Mum initially held the razor with her to show her what angle to keep, but when she tried herself it was quite a bit harder and she managed to nick herself a couple of times which stung and quickly reversed her previously excited state. Mum took over again and quickly finished, her expert fingers stroking Hermione's pussy and lower tummy checking for any remaining hair and finally washing off the remaining foam, all of which re-triggered the feelings of pleasure.
She stepped out of the shower and started to dry herself with the towel, and walked into the bedroom. When she was finished her mum said - let me look at those nicks from the razor please, I want to be sure they do not hurt for long. Hermione sat on the towel on the edge of bed and opened her legs as her mum once again knelt in front of her and gently touched her skin. "They are not too bad" said mum "but I will put some antiseptic cream on them, please lay back on the bed with your legs open as they are now". She watched as her mum squeezed a little cream from the tube and jumped when it was first put on her skin as it felt so cold, but as her mum gently rubbed it in, and then let her fingers continue rubbing down the lips of her pussy she quickly went back to her earlier state of excitement as the warm waves flowed from the touch of her mother's expert fingers.
She came to a shuddering climax almost immediately and just lay there for a short time recovering with her eyes closed. When she opened them she saw her mum with her skirt pulled up looking in the mirror - and in the mirror she saw what her mum was looking at - a big wet spot in the crotch of her pale yellow knickers. Seeing Hermione had opened her eyes she said "You were so beautiful as you came that I had to play with myself I was so excited - I should have taken my knickers off first but I could not wait and the result is the second pair of dirty knickers and I've only been awake a couple of hours". Hermione looked at the size of the wet patch - "Mum - is that all pussy juice? it is a very big wet patch!". "No, as I am being totally honest with you, I deliberately let some wee out when I came - it's called squirting, you come first and then lose control and squirt some wee - the opposite of deliberately weeing then coming to a climax - it's something for you to learn soon.
Mum went to her dresser and took out some pretty but full brief style black knickers saying "black is best as it doesn't show very much if they are wet, some colours - like my turquoise ones this morning or the green school knickers colour really show up when wet". Mum went into the ensuite and washed and dried her herself while Hermione got dressed. Hermione felt a bit "Little girly" when she pulled on her best pink full cotton knickers but agreed with her mother about the choice of colours - the smallest drop of wee showed up in the pink cotton, but her navy blues ones hardly showed the wet until they were quite full.
Soon they were both dressed and into the car. Mum drove out of the driveway and turned in the opposite direction to town which Hermione questioned - but mum said "Madam Susie's is in the small town a few miles away where I grew up and where dad and I lived when we were first married, Susie took over from her mother a few years ago - she is about my age - but her mum set the shop up many years ago when ladies always were fitted for underclothes and my mum took me there when I was about your age. |
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