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I just wanted to give a little introduction to this latest story of mine. It was not written how all my others have been, sitting at my computer and typing away. Rather, this one was written on my phone during bus rides to work over a span of many months. I looked it over and believe there are no plot holes or egregious repeats of words, but if there are, that's the reason for it. After finishing it on my phone, I went onto my computer and typed it all out, which took nearly a week's worth of free time to finish. So I hope everyone enjoys it, because I put in a lot of work to make it happen.
Also, if anyone has future story ideas they'd like to see, as long as they involve a bladder of steel or two, be sure to message them to me. I love hearing new ideas. And without further ado, here's Indra vs Kira.
Day 1
Growing up as a girl in India, my parents tended to be strict with me on certain issues. My bedtime, meal portions, and most central to this particular story, my bathroom habits. You see, in the area we lived in, sanitary bathrooms were not exactly easy to come by. This problem was doubled by the fact that I was a girl, because while men had no hesitation in whipping it out and taking a leak on a side road, it was considered extremely indecent for me to pop a squat in any but the most enclosed of spaces. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side in this matter, because growing up I had always had a bladder that was, shall we say, below average. That’s probably putting it kindly, as my parents would complain to no end about my lack of control. But whether they tried forbidding bathroom breaks, mandating regular sphincter training, or even messing with liquid intake, it didn’t make a difference. I was just as liable to pee myself no matter what, a fact that brought my parents great shame. I couldn’t deal with the constant embarrassment, and when an opportunity arose for me to escape the situation, I took it.
A special exchange program had been set up with some high schools in my district of India and some in the southern United States of America. I graded highly enough in my studies to qualify for the opportunity, and I jumped at the chance. My parents didn’t really question my decision, and I think they realized it would be best for everyone involved. Two weeks later I was a freshman at Houston Area High School in beautiful Texas. All exchange students were set up in college style apartments, and though we were admittedly young to basically be living on our own, we all quickly got the hang of it. An interesting thing happened when I was finally free from the burden of my parents; constant pressure – my bladder control began to improve. At first I thought I was just imagining things, but as my pees became more and more volumous, I had to admit that my bladder actually seemed to be getting bigger. Before long I wasn’t peeing at all during the school day, and after such a long time of hating my weak bladder, I quickly began gaining pride in my new and improved holding tank. Even my classmates began to take notice of how long I was waiting before relieving myself. By my senior year I was a bona fide All Day Girl. My bladder of steel always seemed to have extra room, no matter how much I drank or how long I went without a bathroom break.
As my senior year drew to a close, my parents made arrangements to come and visit for the graduation, followed by a trip around the US, as they had never been there before and intended to take it all in. As we chatted on the phone a week prior to the visit, making final preparations, I casually mentioned that I was much better at waiting for bathroom breaks now. Instead of the flood of well wishes I expected to receive for this comment, my mother gave a short laugh, one quickly echoed by my father, and sarcastically told me that that was good. She then changed the subject entirely. It was clear to me that she didn’t believe me in the slightest. When the conversation ended I found myself nearly heartbroken by this… But then my demeanor changed. If they weren’t going to believe me, then the only way to prove it to them would be to show them in person.
My graduation took place on a cool Saturday evening at a converted church, of all places. My parents were both in attendance, along with my older sister Kira. Oh Kira, as happy as I was to see my older sister, just now finishing her studies in engineering at a respected Indian university, I couldn’t help but be reminded of how she was the favorite sibling of Mom and Dad. Not only was she admittedly more studious than I and regarded as a much better and more proper Indian woman, but Kira also kept my parents’ favor by way of her iron bladder control. While I was complaining of holding it after mere hours, Kira would be showing no greater sign of needing a toilet than pressing her thighs together, often waiting the better part of a day before seeking relief. I was sure she had kept up with her bladder training while at university, but secretly I hoped my capacity had overtaken hers.
I was backstage, waiting for the graduation ceremony to begin, when I peered to the seating area and saw my family choosing a good vantage point from which to spot me. I watched as Kira held the seats while my parents visited the lavatories. While they still prided their daughters on their ability to last without a restroom, age had finally caught up to them in this regard. Kira seemed to be keeping her legs close together, but otherwise looked as calm and frankly as beautiful and perfect as she had years ago when I had seen her last. I had no shame admitting that she was the taller, prettier sister, but hopefully I could now make the case for being the better-bladdered sister. In accordance with my plan to achieve this end, I took another long swig from the water bottle I was carrying with me. Two others sat empty in a waste bin, consumed in the hour since I’d arrived at the church. I’d relieved myself at noon and that was it. Now it was closing in on 7 pm, so I was definitely feeling something building up inside me, but thanks to my newfound status as an All Day Girl, there was no urgency.
Finally, at 7, the ceremony began. Truthfully it was overly long and induced severe boredom, both among the graduates and the audience, but it was still a rush to hear the name “Indra Patil” boom over the pa system as I made my way across the stage. I beamed as my family shouted and cheered for me, and that high was enough to sustain me until we were all made free to go at 9 pm.
“Indra, darling! That was wonderful!” My mother yelled with delight as she hugged me tight in the lobby. My father was next, more compoased but as happy as I’d ever seen him nonetheless. Big sis gave me a good hug as well, and I was on cloud 9 when my mother suddenly asked, “Do you need to use the bathroom before we leave for the hotel?” I furrowed my brow and replied incredulously, “Isn’t it only a 15 minute ride from here?” “Well yes,” my mom replied, “But I just wanted to make sure you’d be alright. That was a long ceremony, after all, and I know you’re not like Kira. You haven’t gone since the airport back in Mumbai, have you?” Kira shook her head, demurely so as not to embarrass me further, but clearly still proud of her bladder’s lasting ability. I still noticed my sister’s closely held legs and took note that the long hold was taking its toll. While my own bladder was also nagging me due to the three waters I’d chugged down, I made a point to stand with my legs apart as I responded, “It’s ok. I’m not a little girl anymore. I can hold it if I need to. I was actually hoping we could go out to dinner before we hit the hotel.” My father merely shrugged as if to say “your funeral” while my mother regarded me with a look that mixed slight shock with begrudging respect. She then turned to my sister, no doubt aware that Kira had probably been expecting to get free from her long held waters within the hour. “Is that ok with you?” My mother asked her. No mention was made of Kira’s bladder state, but the implication was clear. My mother knew my iron bladdered sister had been holding on for most of the day, and she didn’t want to push the golden goose too far. Tension hung in the air, however, because it was not often that Kira even needed to be consulted about such a matter. But my sister, my perfect, irrepressible sister, just smiled and nodded, “Of course, dinner would be lovely!” Only my well-trained eye saw that her smile was fake.
And so we went to a nearby steakhouse for some much needed sustenance. My family was unaccustomed to the Texas cuisine but quickly grew to enjoy it, despite “its lack of anything resembling spice” as my father put it. by the time we’d reached the restaurant those water bottles were definitely wanting to come out of me, but I just handled the increasing pressure and sipped at my medium Coke. I was used to enduring classes with more of an urge than this, so I knew I’d be ok. Kira was also drinking sporadically from her glass of water, but I caught a glimpse of her legs under the table, and they were crossed at the ankles. She was keeping her composure quite well, however, and I wondered briefly if I’d underestimated her bladder capacity. As dinner progressed and Kira’s need didn’t seem to increase, my skepticism in my own bladder returned. Here I was, a confident girl with a bladder that had grown enough to take on all comers in the last couple of years, but as soon as I found myself in the same situation I’d faced so many times as a kid, it was like I reverted back to the state of mind I had all those years ago. Suddenly my brain was telling me that my bladder wasn’t big enough or strong enough to last, especially compared to my ever so perfect big sis.
Dinner was finished by 10 and with nothing left to distract me, my bladder felt like a lead weight in my abdomen. At this point I couldn’t tell how much of my urgency was psychological and how much was the 2 plus liters of liquid I’d consumed wanting to escape. As we readied to rise from the table, I was presented with a defining choice. I could admit my need to my parents, follow them dutifully but shamefully to the restrooms and pee to my heart’s content while Kira and her superbladder waited outside. This was the safe option. I’d already lasted longer than any of my family expected, after all. The point had been made to an adequate degree, and maybe, just maybe, I’d held long enough to earn my parents’ respect. Or…I could follow through with my original plan. I could wait longer, and trust that my bladder had enough space and strength in it to last until we reached the hotel. I could prove that my bladder was now a match for Kira. I was on shaky legs as I got up from the table, more from the gravity of the choice in front of me than from my desperation. I glanced over at Kira as she stood. When she thought no one was looking, my sister pressed her legs together hard. It only lasted a second before she went back to standing normally, but I had seen it, and that bit of desperation inspired me. Kira’s bladder was strong, but it wasn’t superhuman. She needed relief at some point too. Perhaps I could last as long.
Gritting my teeth to keep from opening my mouth and backing out of my risky decision to continue holding, I followed my family towards the bathrooms. My father entered the men’s room with a grunt, and my mom walked towards the ladies’. When she got to the door she realized that I was not behind her, and turned to ask me, “Aren’t you using the bathroom now dear? You haven’t gone since just before the ceremony.” I nearly just shook my head as a response, but when my mother added that second sentence so naturally, as if it was obvious that I’d peed my tiny bladder empty right before walking on stage because that was surely the only way I’d lasted this long, I couldn’t help but issue a confident retort. “Don’t worry mother. I can wait until I am at a more proper place.” My mother again gave me that look I’d seen so rarely out of her, a mixture of respect and bewilderment, before entering the bathroom to relieve herself.
My sister and I stood and made chitchat, both clearly very much in need of the toilets that were now mere feet away, but both continuing to resist them out of pride and good manners. If Kira was impressed with my holding ability thus far she certainly wasn’t showing it. I consoled my ego by telling it that she was clearly just much too desperate to pay me the proper attention. But soon enough our parents returned. Thankful to be spared of more awkwardness, I began to walk out of the restaurant. “Indra, are you sure you don’t also need to go?” My mom asked from behind me. This time I just smiled and shook my head.
We arrived at the hotel at 11 at night. 11 hours since I’d seen the inside of a restroom, and probably a few more than that for poor Kira. Despite my sister’s reputation, she was obviously eager to get to our room and free herself from her load of pee. Our room was on the 3rd floor, and when we reached it Kira was the first to enter. She put down her purse on one of the beds while the rest of us entered and quickly made her way into the bathroom situated near the front door. To say she ran in or desperately entered is to do a disservice to Kira’s composure. Her huge bladder is known in my family for a reason, after all. But at the same time, the large amount of urine she was containing clearly needed exit soon, one way or another. My own bladder was beginning to brim with fullness, and I feared that my composure probably didn’t far exceed my sister’s at this moment. I clenched my sphincter hard in anticipation of having to hear Kira’s stream pounding the toilet bowl, and my intuition was correct. There were a few seconds of rustling sounds, followed by a loud hiss as Kira’s piss finally escaped her. My own bladder began to spasm at the sound. It was all I could do to bunch my hands up in my graduation robe and not hold myself openly. I knew that if I did I’d lose all the respect I’d built up with my parents over the course of the night. After perhaps two minutes Kira’s stream dwindled and stopped. It was a piss to remember, and normally I’d be marveling at my sister’s unbelievable bladder capacity. But after my time in America, I was no longer as impressed. In fact, I thought I could take her.
Another minute and Kira exited the bathroom, looking truly comfortable for the first time in hours. My father was busy unpacking, but my mother leaned over and told Kira, “It was good of you to wait.” That was about as close as my parents would ever get to addressing someone else’s bladder need, even in private. Kira nodded to her, equal parts confident and delighted to have made her mother happy. Then my sister turned to me, and I saw her smile waver just a bit as she looked me in the eye. In the good old days such a urinary feat would have been met with reverence, respect, and perhaps a tinge of jealousy from me. But as I looked back at her, I knew she saw none of those elements in my visage now. It was time to put the final stage of my plan into action.
Casually I walked to the bathroom. My bladder began spasming again with its relief now so near at hand, but I forced myself to continue walking normally. I entered, took off my grad robe, pulled down the skirt I had underneath, then my sliiightly skimpy panties, and released. The whole day of tanking up on drinks had led to this moment, and I hoped it would be worth it. My urine began to hit the water below it, first as a pitter patter, but steadily increasing in volume and strength. 15 seconds into my pee and it sounded nearly like a jet was taking off in the bathroom. Being in such an enclosed space, it was tough to gage how loud my pee was compared to my sister’s, but either way I knew without a doubt that everyone in the bedroom could hear what I was pouring into the toilet. I tried to stop it, but as the waterfall continued to emanate from my vagina, a moan of pleasure escaped my lips. I loved being able to contain so much pee for so long, but when it finally had to come out, the relief was sure worth it. Another minute passed and I felt myself starting to grow empty. Wanting to make this as good a show as possible to my sure to be listening family, I squeezed off my flow until it was a mere trickle. I let that thin stream go on for a good 20 seconds, no problem for my sphincter muscles, even after such a taxing hold, just to let them all think I was about ready to finish up. Then I bore down with everything I had, instantly flushing the rest of my piss out of my stretched bladder and into the bowl. The hiss this produced was extraordinary, as what had to be a half liter of pee was expelled from me in a matter of seconds.
Empty at last, I breathed deeply, trying to compose myself. Inside, my mind was a whirlwind, wondering how my family would react to such a display, especially from the supposed runt of the litter, bladder-wise. I quickly pulled my garments back up, heart beating like crazy, washed my hands, and reentered the bedroom. My parents were making a show of busying themselves with unpacking, but I could tell it was a put on. The tension in the room was palpably thick. My newfound bladder capacity was the elephant in the room. As I prepped for bed I saw Kira staring at me. Her face showed concentration, but also something else. Then she nodded slightly and went to change. I pondered that look for an hour as I tried to fall asleep on the hard hotel bed, and finally I figured it out, just before I drifted off to sleep. While I’d intended for my huge piss to be the end of my plan, in reality I’d just thrown the gauntlet down. Kira’s nod was her way of saying, “Ok Indra, my little sister, you want to act like you have the iron bladder in this family. You’ll have to prove it. Consider the challenge accepted.” “Challenge accepted indeed,” I breathed as sleep took its hold on me.
Day 2
I awoke the next morning to the sounds of my parents bustling around getting ready for the day. Yawning, I slipped out of bed to begin the arduous process of waking up. Kira had already changed into her clothes for the day and I quickly did the same. Obviously my parents did not have any clothes of mine that still fit, so Kira had generously lent me half of her wardrobe for the vacation. She was skinnier than I, so the jeans shorts I’d chosen were a very tight fit, but it wasn’t like I had much of a choice anyway. By 9 am we were nearly ready to leave, so my parents availed themselves to the facilities one last time. I wondered if my sister and her iron bladder would decide to wait, but she went in right after them to take a hefty morning pee. It was down to me. As Kira’s pee droned on, I contemplated whether I should partake of a morning pee as well. I didn’t really need it, though my bladder certainly had something decent already inside with how much I had drank the previous day. In the end, I decided that if Kira could have a pee then so could I. Better to have it now than to need to stop mere hours into our day. As she came out of the bathroom I slipped in. A quick stare passed between us before I shut the door. My muscles loosened right away when I sat on the toilet, and the feeling of my bladder deflating as my morning pee left it was perhaps even better than it was last night. Clearly my bladder, trained though it was, was happy for the extra relief.
We left our hotel and headed out for a day of sightseeing in Houston. As the person who had lived there for the last four years, my parents occasionally asked me for directions or recommendations about where to go next, but for the most part Kira and I were relegated to the role of followers. My parents had been planning this trip meticulously for quite some time, so they had done plenty of research on the places they wanted to visit. With the Texas sun beating down on us, we were all equipped with large water bottles of 1.5 liters each, and they were emptying at an alarming rate. Kira and I wanted to stop to get some real lunch after hours of walking, but my parents allowed us nothing more than a quick stop to refill our water and for them to pee out what they had drank. I was feeling no urge, so waiting was an easy choice. Kira paid the bathroom no mind, window shopping until our parents returned.
After more walking, more pictures, and more sights successfully seen, we finally stopped for an extremely late lunch at 3 pm. Kira and I shared a look of exasperated glee at getting the chance to fill our stomachs and rest our feet. I was happy for that look, because it was the first time since last night when both Kira and I were on the same page, as opposed to being bladder rivals. She may have wanted to make my bladder pop to prove a point, and that went both ways, but we were still sisters. We ordered our food, mine coming with a tall lemonade and Kira’s with a large soda, and ate and drank our fill. Both Kira and I made sure to drain our glasses and the refills we were given. It was 4 by the time we finished, which meant neither Kira nor I had visited a bathroom for 7 hours. For an everday girl that would be impressive, but Kira and I possessed bladders that were far from ordinary. Still, I could feel some pee sloshing around in me when I stood up to leave. If Kira felt the same way she showed no sign, standing calmly while our parents peed for the second time on our outing. I caught Kira sizing me up out of the corner of my eye, as if trying to get a gage on my bladder’s condition, so I made sure to stand with my legs farther apart than normal. Upon returning from the restaurant’s washrooms, my mother told us, “You girls have been really good thus far. If either of you get tired, especially you Indra, just let your father and I know and we’ll head back to the hotel.” I read between the lines of my mother’s message to uncover what she was really saying, which was “You two are doing a good job of waiting until we are in a proper place to relieve yourselves. If either of you get desperate, let us know so we can spare you that indecency.” Once again, my mother had recognized that both Kira and I were going all day without a toilet and was giving us an out should we need it. But the fact that she singled me out “especially you Indra”, implying that I would need a bathroom well before Kira, made my blood boil. There was no way I was going to let myself pee if my iron bladdered sister was still holding on.
The afternoon passed much as the morning had. Kira and I quickly needed to stop at a water fountain, as our big water bottles were empty for a second time. Kira immediately took a long swig from her bottle, so I followed in kind, after which we filled them right back to the brim. Kira gave me a glance as we rejoined our parents before taking another long drink. Again I followed suit, and that’s when I realized what she was doing. Kira knew I was determined to prove myself and would match her drinking, so she was trying to drink me under the table, so to speak. The confident half of my brain told me that Kira was trying to force an early end to our contest because she was nervous about her continued ability to hold for hours longer; the more reserved half of me was afraid it would work. I forced myself to remain calm. I reminded myself of my bladder’s prowess, thought of all the training that had led to this weekend, and determined once again to hold firm. As the four of us began walking again, I caught Kira’s eye and took a five second chug from my water bottle. Kira’s eyes squinted in annoyance as she drank more as well.
With this brand of drinking bravado, Kira and I managed to drain our water bottles dry in only 20 minutes. The effect wasn’t instantaneous, but it was close. By 8 pm it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide my need to pee. My bladder had expanded greatly, going from being tight against those wretched too-small jeans shorts to being nearly suffocated against them. I looked down briefly and realized I could see the roundedness of my bladder bulge begin above the shorts, get right up to the edge of the waistband, and then get pressed inward as the constricting shorts refused to budge. I made an attempt to be discreet and put my hand below the snap of the jeans shorts. Sure enough, my bladder was also protruding out down there, meaning those dreadful shorts were literally pushing my bladder back into itself at the exact apex of its size. My capacity was being restricted at the very time I needed it most. Cautiously, I glanced over at my sister. She was more used to the tighter clothes than I, and in fact was in something similar herself. How was she managing to cope with it while I felt my bladder being squeezed and tormented? Then I saw her trick. Kira had casually unbuttoned the snap of her jeans, letting her gigantic bladder bulge expand as much as it needed to minimize the pressure on it. Though by how large it looked, it must have been a lot of pressure anyway! As I continued to watch my well-practiced sister, I noticed her either turning away slightly or doing something distracting with her hands every time my mother or father would go to speak to her. In this way she was managing to hide her improper attire decision from them. I was clearly watching a master at work. Slowly, while everyone had their back to me, I reached down towards my own button.
I almost undid the snap. My bladder was screaming for me to. But I stopped myself. For one thing, while Kira had years of experience doing this, keeping her clothing modifications a secret from our parents, it would be my first time at it, and I didn’t think I could pull it off. If my mother saw me walking around in public with unbuttoned pants even for a second it would undo all the goodwill and respect I had gained in the last 24 hours. I simply couldn’t let that happen. But secondly, that deeper part of my psyche that I had started listening to more and more wanted to keep that snap shut and keep the pressure on. It proved I could hold on despite the circumstances, that my bladder was strong enough to cope with it, and it showed that I was doing something that the proclaimed iron bladder of the family wasn’t daring to do. I felt superior to Kira, and that feeling was far too addictive. I couldn’t undo that button, no matter what my bladder said in protest.
And so I suffered silently, putting off my bladder’s needs for pride. My bulbous bladder continued to try and break through that deadly button, but to no avail. It simply grew around it, to the point that the pain was starting to make me a bit queasy. But I had come this far, and even though it hurt I knew my limits were still ahead of me. 9 pm came and finally it was full dark. Reluctantly, my mother made the call to return to the hotel. Inside I was joyous, knowing the torment I was going through would soon be over. But on the outside, I did my best to look calm. I think I succeeded. In past years, my parents would notice my relief at getting to the end of a long journey, and they’d guess correctly that the reason for my emotion was my full and quivering bladder, desperate to be emptied. Inevitably they would shoot me a disapproving glare or make a comment about needing to be stronger. Tonight they paid me no heed. I saw Kira breathe outwardly, probably in relief at not having to contain her load much longer, but I wasn’t sure. I could have been grasping for a sign that she had to go worse than me, because I desperately wanted that to be true. But nothing other than her close steps and the ominous bulge of her abdomen over her tight shorts belied the urgency Kira had to be feeling. I had to admit that my sister was succeeding in living up to her reputation.
By the time we reached our hotel at 10 pm, Kira’s steps may have been shorter than when we started to return, but otherwise she was doing a remarkable job of keeping her 13 hour bladder in check. I, on the other hand, was feeling the fullness get to me. I struggled, but I couldn’t help coming off as tense when my father turned to ask me something 10 minutes from the hotel. As he turned back around, Kira gave me a look that said “I know you’re just about done in. I’m winning.” I feared she might very well be right and redoubled my efforts to clamp down on my sphincter. When we got inside, my mother immediately entered the bathroom. My father was waiting at the door for his turn. Kira and I gingerly made our way to our bed to sit and ready ourselves for bed, though she was still managing to come off as pristine as ever, while I seemed to be on the verge of losing what slight control I had. It was only once we began sitting that I reminded myself for the first time in an hour that Kira’s button was undone, while my bladder remained squashed. This information was of little use to me, as I still refused point blank to undo the button, but it gave me the little ray of hope I needed to muster the strength to last until bedtime. That came at 11 pm at the urging of my parents, who reminded both of us that we had a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Indeed we did, a winding, all day bus trip that would land us in Oklahoma City.
Kira had no shame in going to use the loo first. I almost, almost cracked and asked to go first, but somehow I resisted. After doing so well, I couldn’t bear to show weakness, even when it was past when my parents would be able to accuse me of being weak. After all, I’d just been 14 hours without a pee, but in my holding delirium, I wanted more. I wanted to stay strong for so much longer, and leave my parents, and especially my steel bladdered sister in awe. For a brief second I considered going to bed unrelieved, but then Kira’s torrent started to hiss from the bathroom, and my bladder spasmed hard enough to make me realize that that was simply not going to be a possibility on this night. And so I clenched my thighs together, willing myself not to start holding my crotch in my presence of my parents, and waited for the interminable splatter to end so that mine could take its place.
It was perhaps 3 minutes later when Kira’s massive organ ran dry, and another before she calmly exited the bathroom. While the previous night I had felt confidence mixed with the beginnings of desperation as I went in to follow my sister’s pee, tonight I wanted to let loose so badly I could think of nothing else. I walked in quickly, nearly bumping Kira in the process, which earned a smirk from her, but then I was in the bathroom and the door was shut. Frantically I undid the button of those terrible jeans shorts and threw up the toilet lid. I was milliseconds from bending my knees to sit atop that gorgeous porcelain throne when I stopped. My bladder, which seconds before had been cramping with urge after urge to let go, was suddenly calmer. Not calm, because there was still a heck of a lot of liquids stored up in it, but I no longer felt as though I was on the verge of wetting myself. Even though I could let go in the toilet bowl at any moment I chose, I stood and thought. What changed to make the urge die down so completely when I was SO SURE that I was done in? it wasn’t easy to wrack my brain with liters of hot pee wracking my stretched bladder, but I forced myself to continue waiting. With the inviting toilet bowl staring me in the face, I finally realized what had been so obvious.
The shorts! No wonder my bladder was throwing so many spasms against my sphincter as the night wore on. That cursed button had been digging into the very core of my bladder at a time when it needed all the capacity it could muster. Kira had been smart enough to loosen her shorts, but my sick pride prevented me from doing the same to ease my strain. That pride had almost cost me everything…but it hadn’t. I had lasted. As I thought about that more a chill of pleasure ran up my spine. It nearly loosened my sphincter enough to allow a gush on the bathroom floor, but I denied myself even that. I began to ponder my options as I stood there. That little demented part of my mind, the one that seemed to be growing the longer my sisterly contest went, wanted me to walk out of the bathroom unrelieved. I considered it as my bulbous bladder throbbed, but eventually brushed the idea aside. I had to think long term, for there was still plenty of trip left. Another plan soon formed in my mind, and I smiled as I fantasized about its implications. But that was for tomorrow, and tonight, my bladder needed to be emptied of over 14 hours of piss.
Dong my best to keep from being eager, I finally lowered onto the toilet seat. One, two, three seconds I waited, still resisting, just to remind my aching bladder of who was in control. Then I relaxed my sphincter and let my body have the pee it had been craving for hours. I was like a tap turned on full, which impressed me greatly. I hoped my family would have similar thoughts, though I knew that at the very least Kira would refrain from showing me. One minute turned to two and my stream continued unabated. My bulge was decreasing but wasn’t flat yet. Instead of being content with my current flow, I bore down with my abdominal muscles, urging my bladder to release even faster. For a moment there was no change, but then my stream seemed to nearly double in width. I could actually feel my piss pushing my peehole wider and wider, which was a crazy rush. After 30 seconds of roaring pee splashing into the toilet, I finally ran dry. Sighing with relief and pleasure, I rubbed my now-flat abdomen and stood up. I pulled the jeans shorts back up, noticing as I snapped the button back into place that they felt looser than they had in hours. Then I washed my hands and went back into our hotel bedroom.
Once again I felt the tension in the air upon my return from the bathroom. It was not as bad as the previous day, but it was certainly still present. I had just proved that my pee prowess was no fluke. No one spoke as I flopped down on the bed next to Kira, but it seemed as though everyone wanted to. I busied myself with preparing my belongings for tomorrow, when we would be leaving the hotel to take our bus trip to Oklahoma City. My mom suddenly cleared her throat, “You know, Indra, I must say-“ “Mother, what should I wear tomorrow, do you think?” Kira cut in suddenly, and at once our mother changed her tune to speak on the virtues of the long sleeved shirt. It took me a few moments to realize what had just happened, but it dawned on me that Kira had just stolen my moment. My mom was fully prepared to acknowledge my prodigious bladder capacity in front of the entire family and Kira had instantly stopped her and changed the subject! It wasn’t often the “b” word entered my mind regarding my sister, but in light of her blatant sabotage of my compliment, I felt the word boiling to my lips and had to bite my tongue to keep it back. Any remaining qualms I had about beating Kira’s bladder into submission vanished, and as sleep overtook me that night, all I could think was “This. Means. War.”
Day 3
I awoke the following morning with sleepy eyes, an ache in my back, and a very slight protrusion in my abdomen. I wouldn’t call it a bulge, not yet, but it was clear my kidneys had been doing some work during the night. it was probably a bit less than what I’d been holding the previous morning, but was certainly an amount that any sane individual would want to rid themselves of before starting their day. Slowly I pulled myself off the bed and got to work finishing my packing. A quick check of my phone revealed that it was 8 am, so 9 hours had passed since I felt desperate relief the last evening. I carefully selected sweatpants with a stretchy elastic waistband, not wanting to repeat the horrors of the day before, and when I was sure my parents weren’t looking, I deftly slipped off my panties and put them in my bag. The less I had constricting my bladder the better, though this also meant greater risk, because if I let loose a spurt there would be nothing to prevent it from instantly becoming visible on my pants. Kira woke up just as I had finished my wardrobe change, and I noted that she also opted for sweatpants, though she justified it to our parents by talking about wanting to be more comfortable on the bus. By 8:30 we were ready to leave, with both of our parents having just entered the loo to ensure they’d be ok for the start of the ride. On the previous days Kira had shown no shame in peeing first after our holds, but on this day she seemed to be making the distinct point of waiting until I’d gone, standing as far away from the bathroom door as possible as we prepared to leave. I sniggered to myself at this. She would be in for quite a shock.
My father had used the toilet first, and when my mother exited after him she kind of gestured with her body language that my sister and I could go in now. Kira continued to stubbornly wait for me, barely even acknowledging that the bathroom was open, and I was about to make her pay for it. “No thanks, Mom, I’m fine thank you. Kira might need it, however. It’ll be a long ride.” I batted my eyes in my sister’s direction as I said the last sentence. I could scarcely believe I’d laid out such a brazen, public challenge to her, especially about such a taboo topic, and I could feel my adrenaline pumping as we stared each other down. Kira paused for a few seconds, wide eyed from my display, but when she replied it was in an even, confident tone, “Oh, of course I’ll be fine. Let’s go!”
My father let out a sigh of slight exasperation, perhaps thinking our egos were getting the better of us. But mother beamed with pride, maybe mixed with a bit of fear, but pride nonetheless, at the thought of her two girls being so strong. It looked like she was finally getting used to having two iron bladdered daughters instead of one. And so the four of us paraded out the door, left the hotel, hailed a cab, and reached the bus station by 9, Kira and I both with 10 hours of pee being stoically held by our strong sphincter muscles. After another half hour of wait, during which the four of us casually sipped from our water bottles, the bus arrived, so we piled on. We were in the back half of the bus, with maybe four rows of seats behind us. I sat at the window next to my mother, and on the other side of the aisle Kira sat with our father. The seating was random, but also, perhaps subconsciously, fitting. After all, by taking the window seats, Kira and I were restricting ourselves from having ease of access to the bus lavatory, since we would need to both ask permission and crawl over our parents to reach the loo. It was just subtle psychological warfare between the two of us. Even if this impromptu holding contest wasn’t taking place, both of us would still easily be able to wait for a rest stop.
The bus left at 10 am sharp. It was nearly full. Unless people hadn’t filled out the back, only two seats were free from what I could see. And since I had no intention of going back to use the onboard facilities, I obviously had no reason to look to the rear of the bus. The first two hours of the trip passed uneventfully. Kira and I continued to take large gulps from our oversized water bottles while our parents nursed theirs at a much slower pace. By constantly peering over at each other to keep track of the other sister’s progress, we were able to polish off our waters almost simultaneously at 12 pm. Our first rest stop was in half an hour, and I was content to wait until then to refill my water. After all, already there was 1.5 liters of water sloshing through my stomach and making its way to my bladder on top of my morning pee. Such was the same for Kira, but as I snuck a glance at her I saw her make quick eye contact with me. Then she turned to our father and asked for his half full water bottle, claiming to be thirsty. Father gave her a look that seemed to say “Don’t be stupid”, but Kira returned fire with a condescending yet steely glare that meant “Do you realize who you’re talking to?” Father sighed and handed over the bottle. Kira was nice enough not to drain it, but by the time she’d finished sucking water from it, there had to be an 500 ml making its way towards her expanding bladder. Then she handed back the bottle and looked at me mockingly, daring me to do the same. Like I needed the invitation.
“Mother, can I please have some of your water? I’m quite thirsty, and as you can see, mine is empty.” I pouted and shook my empty water bottle for effect. My mother’s face began to show fear. Try as she might, it seemed she was still having a hard time adjusting to my new status as “big bladdered daughter number two”. “Are you sure you want it?” she asked me in a low voice. We both knew I wasn’t thirsty and just wanted to prove a point, though I’m sure she didn’t realize the extent of Kira and my holding contest. “Yes,” I replied confidently, “I’m thirsty.” My mother stared at me for a few seconds, waiting for me to crack and take back my request. When I didn’t she sighed, tried to smile to herself a little, and handed over her water bottle. I did my best to drink a comparable amount to Kira, handed it back, and rested my head on the window, waiting for the rest stop.
We ended up being late to the rest stop, arriving at 1 pm. I’d noticed my mother sitting rigidly as the clock passed 12:30, but she managed to call upon her reserves of bladder strength and wait. But she was up right away when we stopped, and I knew her bladder was bursting. I, on the other hand, felt comfortable despite 14 hours of pee sitting in my bloating bladder. Kira too gave no sign of needing relief at the stop, and so we both patiently waited our turn and exited the bus. I noticed, as we made our way inside the stop, which was basically a large food court, that Kira and I were the only two women to not immediately head to the restrooms. What I was sure of was that we were the only two that hadn’t gone that morning, as well as the only two with two liters of water coursing through their systems.
I decided to take action. “Here, let me fill that back up for you, sis,” I said, grabbing her empty bottle and walking to the water fountain. She made no effort to stop me. Instead, I noticed an odd, thoughtful look on her visage, but dismissed it and began letting the water pour into the bottles, secretly imagining all of it pouring straight into my enormous bladder. I saw my lower stomach growing and growing in my head, and nearly lost myself in the fantasy. When I recovered, both water bottles were brimming with bladder torturing liquid. I took them and turned to find Kira, but my sister was right behind me already. She was holding up two half liter bottles of cranberry juice. “I’m tired of just water. I think we should mix things up,” she said with a mischievous grin, trading me one water bottle for one cranberry juice bottle, giving us both an additional two liters of fluid to suck down and hold on to. It was certainly a lot of liquid, but I didn’t flinch, accepting the bottle and following her back to the bus, having found no relief at the so-called rest stop.
We sat back down in our respective seats and Kira instantly began sipping at her refilled water. Refusing to be outdone, I did the same, and by the time the bus was ready to leave, we had both drained another half liter each. Our parents were beside us again, so talk was kept to a minimum, but from the glances my mother was giving to both of us, it was clear she was having trouble reconciling her joy in our bathroom etiquette with her fear of us losing it on the bus. I just smiled wanly.
By 2:30 I decided to crack open my cranberry juice. Personally I wasn’t a big fan of the stuff, finding it rather bitter. Before touching it to my lips, I thought back and remembered that Kira wasn’t much of a cranberry juice drinker either. So why now? On a whim I began to read the label, my eyes scrolling down through the listing of ingredients and nutrients. I was about to shrug and take a swig when I saw it. ‘Can act as a mild diuretic.’ Now I was intrigued. Why would Kira pick this drink in particular? Was it chance, or did she know of cranberry juice’s diuretic properties? And if she did, why would she get it, knowing full well that she would also have to endure the extra pee flooding into her well trained bladder? I sat and contemplated this, then came up with the answer. Kira was trying the same strategy she’d used the previous day. She was trying to push the liquids to a great degree, betting that her ability to wait at full capacity would outlast my own. Surely the way yesterday ended had given her hope for this strategy, as it was I who was the more obviously desperate of the two when we finally reached the hotel in the evening. I’m sure she figured if she kicked the fluids up one more notch with the diuretic-laden drink, I would have no choice but to fold. However, she had overlooked one very important point. I hadn’t nearly lost my load yesterday because of the large quantities of water I consumed in the afternoon, but rather due to the unbearable tightness of her tiny jeans shorts pressed right on my full bladder. With both of us clad in comfy sweatpants on the air conditioned bus, this would be a nonissue for me. I was determined to hold out, no matter the stakes.
With a grin to myself, I threw back my head and consumed the entire bottle of cranberry juice at once, sighing loudly enough upon completion to alert Kira to what I had just done. Her eyes went wide for a moment when she saw the empty bottle in front of me, but then she began to snicker. She did not, as I had expected, instantly chug her bottle in return, instead merely popping off the cap and taking a single sip. I steeled myself. So that was her game. She was playing dirty now. If she kept up her current pace, her cranberry juice would take over an hour to be finished, while I was now fully laden with the diuretic laced juice. My bladder would end up being pumped with a larger quantity of pee than hers. I was slowly realizing that perhaps she wanted more than just to win a fair contest with me. Perhaps she wanted me to embarrass myself in front of my family, to piss myself in shame on the bus ride for even having the gall to challenge her in this endeavor. Well, if that was her game, I was more than willing to play it. Ii knew my abilities, and I reckoned I could still handle myself and my sure to be bulging bladder.
It was 4 pm by the time Kira finished the last of her cranberry juice. With 17 hours separating her from her last trip to the toilet, she looked the picture of casual calm. Hands pressed into her lap, true, but I didn’t doubt that my iron bladdered sister still had plenty of room and will to hold on. On the outside I also appeared ok. Maybe I was a bit tenser than she, but only slightly. Well, there was one outward sign of my need to pee, if we’re being honest. My bladder had started ballooning around 3:30 and only recently stopped growing at such a quick rate. I was thankful that the cranberry juice wasn’t as bad as a full blown diuretic pill, otherwise I’d probably be nearing my limit. But as I gently palmed the lump that was even slightly visible under my sweatshirt, I knew the juice had still affected me.
We had another rest stop at 4:30, this one lasting until 6 so that we could all eat a real dinner. Considering all my family had had by this point in the day was some random snacks on the bus, we were quite happy for the stop. Though part of me was disappointed that my increasing hunger would no longer be there in the pit of my stomach to distract me from the throb of my bladder. I stood carefully to follow my mother off the bus. I peeked to my right and saw Kira stand, wince, and put her legs closer together before gingerly exiting after me. The diuretic had finally started to hit her as well. She probably hadn’t realized how full she’d gotten until she stood up, whereas I was used to the increased pressure thanks to finishing my cranberry juice well before her. Of course, I knew my sister’s bladder was still plenty strong and figured she’d be able to rebound from this setback soon enough. I, on the other hand, would in all likelihood be faced with having to control a weakening sphincter muscle before she would, since I was facing the pressure for a longer period of time. That thought sent a chill up my spine, but my heart began to beat faster as I noted that it was a chill of pleasure, not fear.
This rest stop, near the Texas-Oklahoma border, featured a sit down restaurant proclaiming itself to be “The last true Italian food before Oklahoma”. I tried to stifle a laugh at how absurd that sounded and entered the restaurant. Thankfully we were allowed to seat ourselves, meaning our parents could immediately scurry off to relieve themselves once more. That left Kira and I at the table. I could tell she was smoldering at my insistence to continue holding as long as she did. I had just turned my glance away from her when she piped up, “You’ll never manage to outhold me, you know.” My jaw dropped at my sister’s blatant acknowledgement of our contest. Even though it was clearly happening, it still took getting used to to be talking about it. Not waiting any longer for my reply, Kira continued, “You couldn’t beat me growing up and you certainly can’t now. I don’t know who you’re trying to impress. Mom KNOWS that I’m the bladder queen of this family, and that’s not changing no matter how much you try. I know you can’t hold as much as me, and I know you can’t hold as long as I can. Indra, you should just give up now and spare yourself the embarrassment of having to use the bus toilet.” It took me a moment to recover from her outburst, but I shot back, “Oh yeah? Well ever since I moved to Texas my bladder has been getting bigger and bigger. Throw all the tricks at me you want, I can hold it.” “Please,” Kira responded with a smirk, “You nearly lost it last night. Another hour of walking and you would have peed yourself. I would have been fine. In fact, I’m still fine, while you’re probably sitting over there with a bursting fanny.” The venom in her words jolted me. It made me realize just how much Kira valued having the biggest, strongest, longest lasting bladder in the family. But this knowledge didn’t make me take pity on her for even attempting to unseat her. It just made me want to push her, and me, further. I was busy thinking these thoughts and Kira became impatient. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself??” I gave her a blank stare as I asked her, “How far are you willing to go?” Before she could answer, I flagged down a passing waiter. “Two iced teas please.”
The dinner was fantastic. I promised never to doubt the true Italian tastes of North Texas ever again as the final bite of pasta entered my mouth. Kira and I had both finished our iced teas within minutes of our parents returning from the restrooms, so of course that meant we needed refills. I figured that would be all the drinking we’d need for now, but Kira was intent on following through with her plan to drink me under the table. As our waiter collected our dirty plates, Kira motioned to him. “Sir? I’m ever so sorry to bother you, but would you mind topping off my water bottle?” Not waiting for a reply, Kira took out her water, still one liter full, and chugged down half of it. I could hear my mother audibly gulping as the waiter then filled it with a liter of water to make it full once more. All eyes turned to me, everyone knowing what was coming. Kira was mouthing “Give up Indra” over and over, but she wouldn’t be winning this contest this easily. I took out my own 1.5 liter bottle, pressed it to my lips and didn’t lower it until the water level was at the same spot it was in Kira’s bottle. “Mine as well please.” I gave the waiter my sweetest smile to make up for the fact that he had to go and get another pitcher before he could fulfill my request. After all, it isn’t often girls ask for an extra two liters of water after a meal with multiple iced teas each.
Our parents rose from the table. It was nearly 6, so we needed to get back on the bus. My mother was sweating, caught between wanting to say something about the condition of her daughters’ bladders and being restricted by her culture and upbringing. Finally she squeaked out, “Are you girls ready to leave?” Kira and I briefly stared each other down. She was doing a pristine job of maintaining her composure and hiding her need, built up by 4.5 liters of drinks and nearly 19 hours since her last pee. Her hands were in her lap and her legs were crossed and jiggling slightly, but her face remained calm as she replied, “Oh mother, I’m as comfortable as ever. Let’s get back on that bus.” My mother turned her gaze to me. “Indra?” Despite the telltale ache my bladder was now experiencing, and I lieu of the fact that it was packed solid with piss, round and hard in my abdomen, I took no more than a second before answering, “Why, I’ve never felt better. To the bus!” I caught Kira’s face nearly snarling in my direction as we made our way back to finish our trip.
The bus pulled back onto the road. We were right on schedule and were due to arrive in Oklahoma City at 9 pm sharp. By 7 pm I was regretting the fact that we didn’t take a higher quality bus, as my bladder was expanding to even greater proportions and I desperately wanted to be able to lie back and give it room, rather than having to stay crunched up in the tiny seat. And I could tell that Kira, for all her bluster and outward confidence, was also feeling the strain. She was sitting straight up, sometimes moving her legs up and down, sometimes banging her hand on her thighs to keep herself distracted, but never looking fully calm. Both of us, however, remained in control, leak free and in firm command of our sphincters.
The bus drove on. As 7 pm turned to 8, my bladder swelled to the size of a small cantaloupe. Kira was shifting her legs uncomfortably in her seat, the pee pressure clearly getting to her. But my father made no move to let her up to get to the toilet, and in any case Kira wouldn’t have bothered. She was holding with determination, as she better have been after her harsh words at dinner. But I didn’t feel much better. I was reaching what I felt to be my maximum capacity, my bladder hurting more with every additional millimeter of bulging. Still, the two of us continued to assault our poor, aching sphincters by drinking from our water bottles. There was no more chugging, we were both too full for that, but every five minutes or so we would alternate moderate sips. There was no stopping our insane holding game. Our bladders would just have to enlarge further, hurt more, and stretch to contain what we demanded of them. It seemed defeat was not an option for either of us. My legs had begun to softly scissor inward and out. The desire to release was becoming too strong to ignore without movement, and even then it was eating away at my will. I saw Kira begin to bob her knees up and down and redoubled my holding efforts, knowing we were both feeling the same strain, determined not to crack first.
Somehow, both of us played Russian roulette with our bladders and came away unscathed, as the bus rolled into its station in Oklahoma City at 8:45 and neither Kira nor I had suffered even the most remote of leakage. It was clear to anyone who looked upon us that we were two young adult girls in dire need of a bathroom break, wee bursting to escape, but still we suppressed our bodily urges. On shaky legs I rose to exit the bus, and Kira followed after cupping her expansive bladder with her hands. Once we were out it was merely a 10 minute walk to our hotel and the freedom our pent up pee was so desperately desiring. “Are you two ok?” our mother asked us as we began the short walk. I whispered out “Of course mother,” while Kira could only nod and grimace. A particularly hard bladder spasm was wracking her beautiful slim figure, and it was taking what appeared to be a great deal of concentration and muscle control to fight it off. The walk was slow going but Kira and I pushed ourselves to our limits in an effort to appear unaffected by the quantities of piss pushing us to release our bladders all over the sidewalk. Our hands curled into fists, we both forced our backs straight, wincing mightily as the urge to let loose our torrents doubled in intensity. We both sported large pudges growing over the waistbands of our sweatpants. Had we been wearing Kira’s tiny shorts from the previous day, we might have been done in, even with our massive resolve and bladders. But thankfully our bladders were able to stretch as much as necessary to contain our immense floods, if only just.
Finally the hotel was in sight. Kira gasped as she held it in in the face of yet another bladder spasm. I was taking ever smaller steps as we entered the hotel lobby, shaking legs pressed together as discreetly as possible. We all approached the counter and my mother began the process of checking in for the night. I looked to my right and saw Kira fighting with everything she had to remain still in front of the hotel employee at the desk, and with a groan I followed her example. But the check in began to drag on, and after two minutes I heard Kira take a sharp intake of breath and begin to fidget, clearly willing herself not to grasp her crotch for everything she was worth. For a moment I felt superior. Then I noticed that I had been unconsciously wiggling my legs for the past minute. Both of us were gagging for a toilet, two desperate young women holding back 22 hours of pee in our overstretched piss containers. It had to come out soon, one way or another. We were both pee dancing on the spot. For the first time I noticed Kira give me a worried look. The iron bladder of the family herself was close to breaking.
Then the clerk handed my mother two hotel room keys and we were off, all thoughts of wetting on the floor of the lobby forgotten for the both of us as we walked quickly to the elevator. The movement gave me back some semblance of control, however slight, and I felt that Kira got the same effect from it. In any case her constant hitching of breath as she fought through spasm after spasm had stopped. The elevator took us to the top floor, and we walked desperately down the entire hall before reaching our room door at the very end of it. Mother inserted her key card while I kept myself from spurting at the thought of being so near a bathroom at last. But as she turned the handle, a new thought struck me with horror. Who would go first? Surely it would have to be Kira, as in my intensely prideful state I felt I would rather wet than pee before her. But that meant I would have to hold on for at least 5 long, painful bladder busting minutes before getting the opportunity to gain my relief. I didn’t know if I could make it that long, not with the toilet so close, not while listening to Kira piss out Niagara Falls. With bated breath I entered.
The room was huge. For a split second all thoughts of pee pain left my head as I marveled at the size of our hotel room. “Sorry it took so long,” my mother was saying beside me, though it was difficult to concentrate on her voice, “I had us upgraded to the suite.” Momentarily I wondered why my frugal, penny pinching mother would voluntarily pay more money for an albeit bigger room, but then all that went to the wayside as I saw another perk of the room size – it had two bathrooms.
Instantly Kira hobbled into the bathroom nearest the hotel door, while I raced to the one on the far side of the room. I heard her door shut with a thud and mine followed seconds later. My sweatpants were somehow tight to my body, such was the distension of my bulging bladder. I yanked them down frantically, crossed my legs for one second to regain full control and admire the cannonball in my abdomen, and then rushed to the toilet. My gusher began as soon as I was seated. 22 hours of piss streamed out of me with crazy force. That damn cranberry juice had nearly done me in, heck it had nearly done in Kira, the mastermind herself, yet we both survived. I could hear Kira’s massive gush faintly through the door, but by bearing down even harder on my own stream I managed to drown it out. I had always been good at peeing with force once I’d become a competent holder, but my current flood outstripped even the ones I had made in the past few days. I was well and truly bursting. I wiped matted hair out of my face as my pee continued into its second minute unabated.
My mind fought through wave after wave of pee pleasure to think about Kira and the ridiculous levels this challenge had now reached. 22 hours without a single pee break was crazy, even for a well-trained Indian girl such as her. Or such as me. I wasn’t sure if we could push the limits any further to really find a winner in this contest of bladder capacity. Even with a milk diuretic we both lasted a full day. With despair I noted that this trip would be over soon. We had another bus ride to Albaquerque tomorrow, and the next morning we’d be heading to the Albaquerque airport, where my mother, father, and Kira would fly back to India and I would fly back to Houston. I didn’t think there was enough time left to resolve things, one way or another. Even as my pee began to slow down in its fourth minute, I sat and pondered the fact that Kira and I were seemingly too good at holding it to decide upon a winner. My trickle finally ground to a halt seconds before the fifth minute began, and when it did I suddenly got one last, risky plan. It was ridiculous, so much in fact that I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it, let alone Kira. But dammit, at the risk of total embarrassment, of biting off way more than I could chew, and of pushing my bladder into very uncharted waters, I promised myself I would see it through to the end, for better or worse. And besides, my plan was crazy enough that it just might work, and that was enough for me.
With a jolt I heard my father banging on the bathroom door, and I surmised that I’d been inside for an additional five minutes, going through my desperate plan over and over. Haphazardly, I apologized, rinsed my hands, and exited. My father gruffly entered, and I found myself alone in what appeared to be a combination bedroom and living room with one gigantic bed. I saw the other bathroom door was still shut, and I guessed that my mom was inside it, but then where was Kira? I turned all the way around and noted a door I hadn’t seen before in my rush for a toilet, hidden away just to the right of the bathroom that I had used. I turned the handle, opened it, went inside, and came face to face with two more beds, these ones smaller but still impressive. Kira was busy making hers, her back to me. Sensing my presence, she said to me, without looking over her shoulder, “You know this is hopeless, right? Try it again tomorrow for all I care. I’m used to this. I’ll last longer on my shortest hold than you ever could on your longest. Face it sis, I’ve got the iron bladder, and you…well you just don’t, ok? It doesn’t make you less of a woman, well, TOO much less of a woman, it just makes you like everyone else.”
My eyes blazed like fire for a moment at her words, but then I lay into the bed opposite Kira’s and became unspeakably tired. All the holding of the past day had worn me out. All I mustered in reply was, “You’ll have to try harder than this,” before my heavy eye lids shut themselves. And as I began drifting off to sleep, I made one final revelation. Our mother said she had purposely upgraded us to the suite. Now I knew why. She knew how close Kira and I’s bladders were to their breaking points when we reached the hotel, and she didn’t want one of us to have to disgrace ourselves waiting for the toilet in the room. So she’d gotten us the largest room, the only one in the hotel with multiple bathrooms, to save us from ourselves. The last words on my lips before the sandman took his nightly hold of me were “I don’t want to be saved.”
Day 4
I awoke to the sound of Kira getting dressed. In preparation for the bus ride to come, she had once again opted for sweatpants and a large t-shirt. Instinctively my hands reached for my bladder, and I was pleased to discover a small hardness, but nothing more. I was relieved that the cranberry juice from the day before hadn’t continued to work on my kidneys through the night. I’d need every bit of bladder capacity I could muster for what lay ahead. I clenched my sphincter a few times, testing it, and was delighted by the results. I was able to clamp down as hard as ever, my bladder showing basically no ill effects from the previous day’s bursting hold. This was good. This gave me a chance.
Kira noticed that I was awake, and instantly her trash talk from the last night continued. “Aww, finally awake there Indra? Did that long hold tire you out? I still haven’t taken a pee this morning, and isn’t that your big bad plan? Get Kira to skip her morning pee, because obviously that worked out so well for you yesterday.” All I had time for was, “Don’t’ go before we leave,” before she cut me off and continued, “Of course I won’t go before we leave. If you wanna lose the hard way, so be it. But do you actually think skipping my morning pee is anything new or difficult for me? Back when I was a senior in high school, I didn’t take a morning pee for 8 months, from day one until graduation. I got my diploma with a darn fuller bladder than you had at yours. I’ve done this more than you know, and when I go back to India I guarantee you, Indra, that I’ll still be the owner of the biggest, strongest, and best bladder in this family.” I began getting dressed as she finished her rant. My normally composed sister was anything but. I knew I was in for a serious fight now that I was encroaching on her territory, staking my name to her big bladdered crown, but I had never been more prepared, both mentally and physically, for anything in my entire life. That much I knew. “We’ll find out if you’re right,” was all I said as I readied myself to leave the room. Kira could only huff and follow.
The clock on the far wall of the main room read 7:30. I was surprised it was so early, but then again I had crashed to sleep as soon as we had gotten in and my pressing pee had gotten out, so I was certainly well rested. Our parents were already getting their things in order, and by 7:45 we were ready to leave the hotel. Our bus didn’t depart until noon, so we had some time to relax and see the sights of Oklahoma City. Both of them popped into the separate bathroom stalls for one final pee, and when they exited my mother wore that look of agitation mixed with pride that I was getting to know so well. She gave a half gesture to Kira and I in the direction of the open bathroom doors, and without even a glance at each other we both shook our heads. The battle was well and truly on. Mother almost gave a grimace, sighed to herself after a brief pause, then spoke, “Forgive me, girls. I should remember how grown up you both are.” She emphasized the word ‘both’, which brought a wry smile to my lips. ‘If you only knew how grown up we were going to prove ourselves to be before this trip ends,’ I thought to myself. Then we were out the door, checked out of the hotel, and on our way to the center of the city, and already nearly 11 hours separated Kira and I from our last lavatory visits.
We found out one thing in the four hours we had to kill – Oklahoma City is a boring place. Maybe it was just that my focus was on other, more exciting things, but the time seemed to drag. Kira and I each emptied our water bottles and refilled them, along with consuming a cup of coffee and a glass of juice each at breakfast. The additional liquids bothered us not. By this point in the journey, we both knew the other possessed some serious holding power. Finally the time came to board the bus. We had reached the station a bit early to give our parents a chance to pee one last time before the ride. Kira and I simply waited outside the restrooms for them. The station was packed and the flow of women in and out of the ladies’ room was constant. As the two of us stood outside it, regarding ourselves as above needing the relief it offered, we overheard one skinny blonde, probably in her mid 30s, say to a man I presumed was her husband, “Look at those girls. Over there. Girls these days think they all have bladders of steel. I guarantee you they’ll regret just standing there in two hours time.” The man just nodded. Kira gave her sassy smirk, while I chuckled to myself. We might end up regretting it, but it would definitely take longer than two hours. This became funnier to me when I considered that it had already been nearly 15 hours since we’d last gotten relief.
Despite the crush of people, the four of us found ourselves among the first ones on our bus. Kira gave me a look, then announced to my parents, “Indra and I are gonna take the seats in the back.” They nodded dumbly, as did I, surprised my sister wanted to sit with me but not really feeling unhappy about it. When we reached the seats I quickly realized the psychological ploy Kira was going for. These seats were positioned right next to the bus’s onboard lavatory, meaning that not only would we both constantly be afforded a reminder of our plight as well as an easy way to end our bladder pain, but we’d have to listen to the continuous trickle of passengers emptying their bladders while ours stayed full. Without missing a beat, Kira took the window seat, mentioning with an airy casualness, “I’ll sit here, so you don’t have to climb over me to pee. I, of course, will not be needing to do that on this bus. I can hold it. In fact, I can hold it even though it’s been over half a day since I wasn’t holding it. Grown women can do that, you know.” “I know how long it’s been, sister. And it’ll be much longer before I’ll have to do such an unwomanly thing as relieve myself, so I hope you’re in it for the long haul.” I sat down next to her after finishing my retort, legs intentionally open to show the ease of my current sublime bladder control. Inwardly I was proud of my response. I’d always wanted to be able to say things like that, just as Kira did, to offhandedly brag about my holding capacity, but until recently my bladder had never been big enough to actually allow me to do so. While I clearly needed practice, I thought I was getting better.
The bus left at 12:10, maneuvering through the city streets and quickly joining up with the highway. The late start was attributed to the fact that this bus was jam packed with people, and many of them had decided to be stragglers. They clearly hadn’t expected such a crowded bus station to walk through, or perhaps they didn’t think the lines for the restrooms would be quiiite as long as they were. I smiled to myself at the knowledge that that was never a problem for me anymore. Within the first half hour of the ride a woman of perhaps 45 cursed, “Oh, blast it!” and rose from her seat. She hobbled down the aisle, keeping one hand on her thigh, mere inches from her crotch. With some manner of franticness she opened the bus bathroom stall and entered. Kira and I, being situated so close to the bathroom, could easily hear the woman’s stream, which started out impressively before dying down into a normal 30 second pee. “Not even enough to put a dent into my bladder.” I heard myself say as she returned to her seat. I was a bit surprised to be talking about someone else’s bladder in public like that, especially so brazenly, but I found that I quite liked hearing the words come off my tongue. Kira gave a short laugh and responded, “She could pee ten times before I’d have to go once.”
By 1 pm I noticed that neither Kira nor I had consumed more than some token sips from our 1.5 liter water bottles. Feeling that my bladder was still quite in control, I decided to make up a game to increase our intake and, over the long term, decrease that very control we both coveted so highly. “Hey sis, how about a drinking game,” I suggested. Kira snapped to a half-hearted attention, moving her eyes from the window to me. “What do you have in mind?” she asked lazily. She asked it in the way one does when regarding a child’s poorly thought out request and not having the patience to give it some fake enthusiasm. Undeterred, I continued, “I’ll bet you that my side of the bus (I gestured to all the seats on the right half of the aisle) has better bladder control than your side (I motioned to everyone left of the aisle). We’ll keep track. Every time someone from my half goes to the bathroom, I’ll take a big drink of water, and every time someone from your half goes, you drink.” Kira’s eyes lit up at the idea, though she did her best to put on a bored face as she replied, “Well, ok, it’ll get me through this bus ride at least. But when you forfeit and pee, you still count for your side, so I expect you to drink when you come back.” I just smiled, “Deal.”
By 3 pm it was clear that, despite her best efforts, my sister couldn’t keep from showing her excitement at my game. Her competitive nature had taken over, combined with her obsession to have a larger bladder than all those around her. Another person, this time a teenage girl who couldn’t possibly have been older than me, left her seat and went towards the lavatory. Kira fist pumped. I sighed. The girl was on my side. I would have to drink. I swigged from my water bottle, noting how much lighter it was now than when we’d begun this game. I reckoned I had already consumed a liter of it, while Kira had probably had no more than a third of that. Setting down my bottle, I turned to her as she began her trash talk, “Damn, Indra, this this was a better idea than I gave you credit for. You’re gonna lose both your pee and the game before the first rest stop, and I didn’t even have to do a thing to goad you on!” We both knew she was exaggerating. After the last few days together Kira had to know I wouldn’t break so easily. Still, there was no doubt as I felt the fullness of my abdomen that I was in worse shape than her. She was still as jovial as ever, even with 18 hours of pee sitting in her gigantic bladder. My spur of the moment idea was backfiring in my face.
Suddenly, in the next ten minutes my luck changed. A parade of people began to filter in and out of the onboard toilet, and all of them were from Kira’s side! My sister began grumbling about how stupid of a game this really was as she was forced to chug her drink until it was level with mine. Still, she did no more than cross her legs until we pulled into our rest stop at 4 pm. With 19 hours of pee in our bladders, Kira and I ignored the women’s toilets and headed straight for the water fountains. As soon as we had refilled our giant water bottles, Kira noticed something. Nearly everyone on our bus had entered the restrooms. “How do you wanna factor that into our game?” I asked. Kira shrugged and turned her newly full bottle to her lips, her throat working overtime to swallow as much as possible. I followed her lead, the two of us chugging and keeping eye contact, determined not to quit before the other. 45 seconds later, we both succeeded. Our stomachs were heavy and waterlogged, but the 1.5 liter bottles were empty again. We couldn’t have that, obviously, so we filled them up one more time, grabbed some food to eat on the bus, and returned to our seats, both knowing our bladders would soon be feeling the effects of that rash decision.
Time seemed to pass more slowly after the rest stop. Kira was still giving me the occasional comment about her bladder’s infinite strength relative to mine, but for the most part we sat in near silence, both waiting for our bladders to reach their bursting points. The two of us sat next to the bathroom, both needing it badly but neither giving in. Our abdomens were bulged out far past anything that could be considered normal, yet there we sat, pretending we hadn’t a care in the world. And besides our crossed legs and sometimes strained facial expressions, one could have still looked at us and not known we were bursting of the pot. Thankfully our game had slowed down as well, with so many people having relieved themselves at the stop.
Over the final couple of hours of the ride, Kira and I did our best to remain unmoving, unchanging against the ever increasing tides lapping against our bladder walls. Our piss tanks continued to swell, to the point that we now both looked positively massive in that region. Kira squirmed in her seat every now and then, while I was busy doing Kegals to remain in firm control of the river I was containing. We’d both ended up consuming an additional liter of water each in the course of playing our bus bathroom game, and I could tell from the look in Kira’s eyes on her last few drinks that she didn’t know where she was going to be able to put this excess liquid. With no diuretic hampering me this time, I knew I’d be good to last to our hotel, even if it was a struggle. And at 9 pm, exactly 24 long, arduous hours since either of us had felt any relief, the bus pulled into the Albaquerque bus station. Kira and I took one last, longing look at the bus toilet before exiting gingerly to the sidewalk.
We met up with our parents and decided to hail a cab to our hotel. I could see mother giving note to our heavily swollen abdomens and our feeble attempts to stand straight while walking, but she said nothing as we entered the cab. 15 minutes later we were in the hotel. Thankfully, despite our bursting conditions, Kira and I both showed much more self-control in the lobby this time around. We looked around with nonchalance, only giving away the severity of our bladder agony by placing our hands protectively under our giant, fragile bulges and perhaps clicking our heels and moving our feet a bit much for girls who only had to wait at check-in for a minute or two. Realizing we had much better control of ourselves on this night, our mother opted for the usual small, one bathroom hotel room.
On legs that were just beginning to get shaky, Kira and I walked into our room. Both of us sat defiantly on our bed, neither making a move for the toilet. Our parents both paused briefly to give us a chance to change our minds, but when we continued to sit, my mother darted in to relieve herself. Father followed, but Kira and I did not. After unpacking a little, our father ordered the family some food to be delivered, then sat and turned on the TV to watch with mother. Kira and I made as if we were also paying attention to the screen, but nothing could have been further from the truth. Our bladders were like bowling balls in our stomachs, and keeping them full and intact was all either of us cared about at the moment. The food arrived and we all ate, then my parents retired to bed, done in from the constant traveling, after one final look from my mother to her badly bursting, nearly exploding daughters.
I saw the clock once the snores began to rise from my parent’s bed, and it said 10 pm. 25 hours had now passed since Kira or I had even seen the inside of a bathroom, let alone use a toilet. It was like we were trying to live without admitting that a need to pee is a need that everyone, even well-trained girls with enormous bladders, must give in to eventually.
Kira also noticed that our parents were asleep, so she was able to speak about our conditions freely, “Ok, admit it, Indra, you’ve failed. Once again, you only ended up holding as long as I have. You can’t last any longer, I mean really, look at that melon you’ve got in your gut! I know you have to let it out. It’s been over a day now. Why don’t you just admit you can’t defeat me, take a piss, let me take my piss, and we can go to sleep? I can go on being the iron bladder of this family, and you can go on being second best.” At this I smiled. “What’s so funny?!” Kira asked, louder than she intended due to her state of bladder distress. “This waiting game isn’t over yet,” I said to her, my eyes twinkling. “What are you talking about?” Kira questioned, “It’s been (she swiveled to look at the clock)….25 hours since we’ve peed! What do you mean it’s not over? We’re here, we’re in our hotel room. Of course it’s over. It’s just a question of who goes first. And that’s you. A tie always goes to the champion, and I most certainly am the bladder champion around here.” My grin grew wider, “Well, Kira, I’m not going. I don’t care how big the lump in my abdomen gets, I’m not gonna pee tonight.” Now Kira’s eyes got wide as she understood what I was saying. “You mean…” she started, before I cut her off, “That’s right. If you want to give in and pee now, surrendering your title, that’s fine. Be my guest. But not a drop is coming out of me until tomorrow.” Kira’s voice cracked as she responded, “You’ll never make it! You’ll wet yourself in your sleep and disgrace the entire family! What will mom and dad say after that??” “I can do it,” I told her, “and I’m going to. I’ve slept full before and I can do it again. So go, pee if you must, but that makes me the winner.” Kira was silent for a few seconds, clearly raging on the inside. She was now fighting both her incessant urge to pee and the idea of coping with a new challenge. My sister’s sights had been set on relief once we entered the hotel room, but from last night onward I knew the only way to win this would be to forgo my evening pee on this night, even if I was already 25 hours full. Finally Kira broke her silence. “Alright,” she almost spat the words at me, “I can go to bed without a pee too. It’s no problem for me, really. You’ll see. You’ll end up with a nice big wet patch under you while my side of this bed will be bone dry!” I smiled and nodded with fake good-naturedness, then got under the covers and prepared myself for sleep, bursting bladder and all. Kira grumbled, grumbled some more, hemmed, hawed, and finally got into bed with me. Her legs were moving restlessly as she fought with her sphincter to remain in control of the mass of water she was holding. My own need was something more than a pleasurable ache, but I hadn’t been lying when I said I’d managed to sleep full before. I had done that many times in Houston. I just hadn’t been this full. Or full for this long. But I was prepared to risk it all, and this was certainly a heck of a risk to take. Slowly, it took perhaps a half an hour, my mind drifted off to sleep, even as my pee raged inside my bladder. My last conscious thought was that I could still hear rustling in the sheets beside me. Kira was still having problems.
Day 5
I awoke with a jolt at 7 am the next morning. Immediately I had to reach down and clutch my crotch for all I was worth. My bladder was like a boulder in my abdomen, round, hard, and aching. I knew at once that I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. I also knew that making it through the night dry had been a close thing. My piss holder was nearly ripping apart at the seams, and it was taking me some time to get used to this massive increase in pressure. It was easily the worst I’d had to go on this entire trip, which made sense, as I hadn’t been to a toilet for 34 hours now. I turned over, hands still on my vagina, and saw that Kira was awake as well. And just like the previous night, her legs were still restless, moving up and down, back and forth, with pretty good speed. It was clear she was desperate to relieve herself, just like I was. “Congrats,” I croaked in a whisper. Our parents were also waking, and I didn’t want them to catch wind of our conversation. Kira rolled over, face grimacing in exhaustion and agony, and replied sleepily, “For what, you sadist?” I managed a small grin. “I didn’t think you’d last the night, Kira.” For a moment all signs of sleepiness left her visage, replaced by pure rage. “Oh, you! I’ll never be outheld by you! Now go and take a piss! I’m positively bursting! I barely got any sleep thanks to this awful balloon in my gut. Do you know you long it’s been since either of us peed?? Give this up!” I shushed her, trying to make sure our parents didn’t hear anything, before telling her, “I’m not giving up yet.” With that, I sat up (slowly, mind you. My bladder was nearly the size of a watermelon!) and began getting my stuff together for the trip to the airport. Kira could only glare from the bed.
The four of us prepared our things to leave. Kira and I could hardly keep still as we packed, pee dancing with increasing franticness as the urge to pee threatened to overwhelm us. Our bladders were rock-solid, adding untold inches to our waistlines. Once, around 7:45, Kira had whispered desperately to me, “No bladder, however big, is meant to contain this much piss! Go and let it out!” At the thought of release, my bladder cramped urgently, and I had to stop and nearly drop to my knees to fight the spasm down, but still I refused to quit. Kira moaned at me and shoved a hand in her crotch briefly.
Our parents had noticed our desperation, but it wasn’t until 8 am, when we were ready to leave, that my mother truly realized how badly we had to go. Both mother and father had just returned from the bathroom, and as our mother looked us up and down she realized that, not only were we pee dancing on the spot, but our tight t-shirts and sweatpants were doing nothing to hide the insane bulges we were sporting. Our 35 hours worth of pee had swelled our abdomens out to ridiculous degrees. “Girls! What are you doing?? You’re both clearly masters of controlling yourselves, but for goodness sake you can’t expect to go out like that! Not all the way to the airport!” She turned to me, “Indra, dear Indra, please, I have kept my mouth shut for all this time, but please, go and make yourself comfortable again.” She pointed towards the open bathroom door, but I held my ground and my urine. After ten seconds our mother went to Kira, “Kira! How about you? You’ve always been strong, but show some sense!” But my sister’s face was a mask of determination, even moreso than mine. “If Indra doesn’t need it, then I am certainly comfortable enough to get to the airport.” She replied icily. My mother looked to our father in a last ditch effort, but he could only shrug and say, “If they say they’re fine, then let’s go. What are we waiting for?” And so, with half our number in an extreme state of desperation, we all made our way out of the hotel and hailed a cab. It was only I that noticed Kira’s last, longing glance at our hotel room’s toilet before the door swung shut.
The ride to the airport was quiet. Kira and I were much too focused on keeping our pee from busting out of ourselves to make small talk, and I think my mother way in a state of shock over the whole thing. By 8:30 we were at the airport. Thank goodness there was no line to check in for our flight, because if Kira and I had had to stand still for a prolonged period of time, that might have been the end of things. As it was, we were able to move around the desk area, squirming, fidgeting, and trying our hardest to pass off our intense desperation as excitement for our flights to the airport employees surrounding us. After checking our luggage and beginning the walk to our gate, I saw Kira’s eyes looking everywhere for a restroom sign. She even had to hold herself while walking now. I knew she was close. Heck, I was close myself, as a quick series of bladder spasms reminded me. I stopped for a moment, legs turned inward, hands on my thighs, squeezing with everything I had. I had shut my eyes to concentrate better, and when I opened them, I saw both my parents were staring at me. Kira was not. She was too close to having her own urinary disaster, and was concentrating on nothing but remaining dry a little longer. I waved my hands to my parents as if to say, “Ah well, it happens,” and we continued on. Going through airport security may have been the hardest thing we’d had to do yet, but with unmatched resolve and willpower, Kira and I both managed to put our hands to our sides and walk normally past the airport security guards.
Our desperation was reaching new and unforeseen levels, levels I didn’t even know could be reached by a girl’s bladder. When we got to my family’s gate, my bladder was in a constant state of spasm. I clenched with everything I had, using nearly all the sphincter strength I had left, and managed somehow to calm my pee urgency down to the point where I could function, if not well. Kira, on the other hand, was at the end of her rope. Pacing, nearly marching on the spot, she enthusiastically waved her arms in the direction of a women’s restroom sign. “Indra! Look! A bathroom! Go there! Please, please, go there!” My sister’s control was mighty, prodigious even, but it seemed her ponderous load of pee was finally getting to her. I gave my phone a quick check and saw that it was now nearly 10 am. It had been nearly 37 hours since either of us had let a single drop out of our stretched, tortured bladders. Smiling wide, I shook my head at my poor, desperate sister, relishing the fact that I was still in control while she was finally losing hers. It was the first time I had ever had the upper hand in this matter, and I was savoring it. “Kira, you should go,” I told her with an air of superiority, “Your belly looks ridiculous. You’re gonna pee yourself.” Kira’s eyes were fearful and she nearly shouted back at me, in total denial, “No, no, no, I’m the bladder queen of the family! I never have to go before you! I can wait as long as you can! If you haven’t gone yet, I won’t!” She said these words even as her bladder bulged ominously, as her sphincter tired itself out, as she slowly but surely came to grips with the fact that her enormous bladder was in a fight it couldn’t win.
“Now boarding, Gate 72A!” The announcement came over the loudspeaker of the gate, our gate. As the clock struck 10 am, it was time for my mother, father, and Kira to go back to India. My flight left at 10:30 am, giving me just enough time to see them off and rush to my own gate. My parents were shooting looks of horror back and forth as they regarded their pee dancing daughters. The time when we were in firm control of ourselves seemed a distant memory. Now we could be mistaken for school girls with teacup-sized bladders…unless someone actually looked at our amazing bladder protrusions. Neither of us would have fit in anything but the stretchy sweatpants we were wearing. I hugged my mother goodbye gingerly, then the same with my father, being careful not to bump my round bulge against them. One wrong move and it could be all over. Kira was last, and I could tell it was taking every last ounce of energy and willpower she had to stay in place and hug me. I pulled her close, then whispered in her ear, “I’m not going to pee. I’m going to board my plane to Houston without going. The only way to outlast me is to get onto that plane, sit in the seat, strap that seatbelt over your bladder, and keep holding all the way back to India.”
With a desperate shout, Kira pushed me away. One hand was clutching her crotch in a death grip, the other was holding her face. I saw that she was near tears, hair flying all over her face, panic in her eyes. Her legs were scissoring back and forth at a rapid rate even as she stood, but it was no good. Her final sphincter clenches were not enough. After all this, I had come to learn what it took to defeat Kira’s monstrous bladder: 38 hours, half a lake of drinks, and the prospect of holding on for hours and hours to come. It was too much for her, and Kira’s iron bladder began to rebel before my very eyes. Her strong, perfectly-trained dam of a sphincter started cracking, as I saw first one rivulet of wetness snake down her sweatpants, then another, then another, before she cut it off, breathing deeply. “I can hold it….I won’t lose…I can hold it…I…I…It’s coming out!” Kira’s bladder suddenly exploded, gushing piss everywhere. The floor was drenched and her sweatpants were waterlogged in seconds. With a shout of despair, Kira began half-running half-hobbling to the women’s restroom she had so astutely pointed out to me minutes before. The battle was over. I had won. I grinned, reveling in my victory, my bladder pain momentarily forgotten. My mother looked me in the face, saying, “Ok, Indra. You did it. You can go now.” But I looked back with a sparkle in my eyes and replied, “Oh mother, I don’t have to go. I’m a grown woman after all. I can hold it.” With that, I turned on my heel and headed for my gate. As I walked away, I knew that, despite everything she had said, my mother had never been prouder of me.
Epilogue
I strode onto my plane and took my seat next to an attractive guy who seemed about my age. For the first half hour of the two hour flight we made very little conversation. The adrenaline had worn off from my victory over my former bladder queen of a sister, and the intensity of my urge to pee seemed to be tripling. I was hell bent on lasting the flight, however, and ended up squirming in my seat to stay in command of my load of piss. The boy, Ryan was his name, glanced over at me as I wriggled. “Do you have to go too? I can get up if you’d like,” he offered. I smiled wanly, “No thank you. I’m actually quite capable of waiting, thank you very mu….did you say you had to go too? Why not go? You have the outside seat. The lavatory is open. I can see the sign.” He gave me a slight laugh and his cheeks reddened, but after a half minute of silence he lifted his shirt, showing me what was obviously a stretched and aching bladder, and replied, “What the hell, I’m never gonna see you again after this, so if you must know I’m testing myself. I haven’t gone in a very long time. It’s actually been 24 hours. I don’t want to go until I can’t wait anymore.” My jaw nearly dropped off of my face, and I had to jam both fists into my crotch to stave off my hardest bladder spasm yet. Finally I managed to tell him, “I haven’t gone in almost 40.” It was his turn to stare at me in amazement, and his gaze instantly turned downwards to my incredible bulging bladder. “That’s amazing…” he breathed.
We spent the remainder of the flight aiding each other in coping with our piss struggles. I had originally planned on peeing at the airport bathroom in Houston, but found resolve I didn’t know was possible to have now that I had a partner in pee holding. As we got our luggage I could tell Ryan was on the verge of losing control, even moreso than I was. But I wanted to prevent him from darting off to the airport bathrooms, as I saw his eyes flick that way more than once. So I invited him to my place. He was unsure, clearly going out of his mind with desperation, but then I took his hand, placed it ever so gently on my rock-hard bladder, and told him, “You can watch me pee.” Without another word we collected our bags, hailed a taxi, and desperately shuffled into my apartment at 1 pm. I was sure we were going to explode the minute we were in the door, but instead I found myself overcome with horniness at the thought of our predicament and instantly wrapped him up in my arms and started forcefully making out with him, even as our aching bladders tried to forcefully spew out our loads of pent up pee.
We resisted the call of nature for another hour, hands roaming each others’ bodies but staying mostly on the other’s massive bladder. We moaned, crossed our legs, danced while holding each other, squatted down low, and did everything we could think of to last. I even tortured myself further by downing a glass of water while he looked on in amazement. But finally we were well and truly at our limits. The pee had to come out, and after 41 hours of pristine control my sphincter finally couldn’t clench hard enough to keep the oncoming spurts back. In total desperation I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the measuring jug I used for just such occasions, convinced that this had to be some sort of holding record for myself. When I returned to the living room, Ryan had his hand clenched over his bare penis. “If I let go it’ll all come out!” he cried desperately, so I did what any good, true lady would in this situation. I let him go first. With the last of my power I clutched myself and held on as he pissed long and loud into the giant jug. After 3 minutes his pee ended with 2200 ml in the jug. I was very impressed, because that was not a total I was used to beating often. But today I felt as if an entire lake was residing in my enormous, hurting bladder, and after dumping his load out in the toilet, I squatted over the bowl, ripped down my sweatpants, and finally let loose. The pleasure of this piss was out of this world, and I nearly lost myself in it as the pee poured out of me. I was like a tap turned on full, and it felt as though I would never stop. Ryan’s eyes were bugging out of his head as he gaped at my naked pussy unleashing a river into the filling jug. This pee took over 5 minutes of forceful peeing to finish, but when it did I proudly lifted the jug and showed him that 2700 ml was residing in it. It was a total I was sure my sister Kira, even with her amazing bladder capacity, had never bested, and I knew that I was now the true Bladder Queen in the family. And from the look I detected in Ryan’s eyes as I breathed in relief, this Bladder Queen wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight. |
I didn't really plan on writing a story but I got in the mood and here is the result, it's a bit short and probably has errors, but i hope it's readable. I'll try and keep this up and continue the story, i'm not sure where it will lead yet, but I hope you enjoy
The Conduit
Darkness, the perfect cover for those who wish to remain unseen, and currently there was nothing Sarah wanted more than to remain unseen. Sarah crept through the silent house with a stealth so perfect casual observers would have been amazed at their inability to observe the utter stealthiness of this individual; or so Sarah liked to believe. In reality it does not take much effort to remain unnoticed in a house where two out of the three occupants are asleep and the third is the one sneaking about. Nonetheless, Sarah continued to sneak, now coming to the stairs that would lead her to glory....or at least her destination; whatever the case Sarah shortly found herself at the top of the stairs. Sarah placed a hand on her chest and felt her heart racing as she became more excited with every step she took, regardless of the fact that she had been in this same situation a hundred times before; she never failed to feel just as nervous and excited as she did the very first time.
Here we go. Sarah thought to herself as she pushed open the door at the end of the hallway that she now stood before. Soft moonlight shone into the room through a slightly opened window, bathing the sleeping figure in a silvery glow as Sarah stood silently over her sleeping sister.
"Sorry sis," Sarah whispered to the sleeping figure, "but someone's got to take it, and Mum's out of the question." Sarah gently placed her hand on her sister's shoulder, stared intently for just a moment, and removed her hand once more. An innocent enough gesture, which would appear much more innocent if the sleeping girl did not immediately slide her legs together and let a small moan escape her lips as her left hand drifted toward her crotch.
Smiling, satisfied with her work, Sarah began to back towards the door. "Hey you're a big girl, right big sis?" Sarah softly spoke to her sleeping victim. "You can probably hold it."
Or not, Sarah chuckled to herself as she reached the door and heard the telltale sound of rushing water from behind her as the sleeping girl's body gave up the struggle of holding in all the unexpected pee that had found its way into her bladder. Sarah continued her retreat out of the girl's room and down the stairs with the same level of sneakiness that she used in her approach; which is to say, not very sneaky at all.
Once back in her own room, Sarah collapsed back onto her bed as she took a moment, or maybe more like half a moment, to feel bad for her sister, and the situation she would find herself in once she awoke. It was just her sister's bad luck that Sarah needed a Vessel. Of course now that she thought about it, it was really herself that deserved the pity. Sarah never asked to be different, it would have made things a lot simpler for everyone, if Sarah had just been a normal eighteen year old girl. Instead Sarah was a conduit, or at least that was the name Sarah had come up with, she had no way of knowing if there were others like her; so for the time being, conduit would have to suffice. Conduit, the word just felt right to Sarah, she was a channel that let her flow the pee from her bladder into other people.
It started when she was twelve or thirteen, somewhere around there. The change hadn't been obvious at first, but when she awoke in the middle of the night with a blinding pain in her abdomen it quickly became apparent. She needed to pee worse than she had ever felt before, worse than she thought possible. It felt like she was going to be ripped in half by the pain and pressure that emanated from her bladder. Sarah quickly found herself seated on a toilet, but nothing would come out, after trying for almost a minute she stood back up and pulled her pajamas back up. Even wetting herself would have been preferable to the pain, but even so nothing would come out. Half blind with desperation, Sarah had hobbled up the stairs with both hands planted firmly between her legs, intending to wake her mother for help, she was not sure what her mother could possibly do but she was too desperate to care at the moment. Once she got to the top of the stairs; however, her plans changed completely. Sarah spied the sleeping silhouette of her sister through the open door at the end of the hallway. Even today Sarah could not say what made her do it, but in her desperate state she was drawn forward by a force greater than herself. Eye's locked on her sister, Sarah stepped inside her sister's room, and Sarah felt the pressure in her bladder lessen slightly, she took another hobbled step forward and she felt less desperate. A loud hiss sounded in the room, Sarah looked down to relieved to care that she was wetting herself, but when she put a hand back between her legs she felt only dryness. As the sound persisted, Sarah took the remaining two steps toward her sleeping sister and pulled back the sheet that covered her. A small wet spot was shining in the moonlight between her sister's legs. The spot grew slowly as more pee leaked out of her sister, and Sarah was reminded of her own situation, she felt slightly better, but she still felt a desperate need to use the toilet. Sarah shook herself as she remembered the reason she came upstairs in the first place was to find her mother, but as she went to pull the cover back up over her sister, she brushed her sister's leg with her hand, and Sarah fell backwards as if she had been shocked. Her need to pee had completely disappeared; at the same time the hissing sound returned with a vengeance, as her sister started peeing full force with no sign of stopping. Sarah got back on her feet and stared as her sister peed and peed, it had to have been five minutes by now, or maybe it only felt like five minutes as she stood there watching the spectacle, whatever the time frame, by the time her sister finally stopped peeing, she was soaked from the waist down and there was hardly a dry spot on the sheet. The young Sarah knew her sister still wet the bed sometimes, although she'd never admit it, but there was no way she held this much pee inside her, there was so much that the mattress and sheets couldn't absorb it all so there were puddles of pee pooling on the bed. Sarah still couldn't quite believe what had happened, but it was clear to her that she had been desperate to pee, and then she wasn't, and her sister had wet the bed with several people's worth of pee, something had changed inside of her, that much was certain.
Sarah smiled as she laid on her bed reminiscing about when she first discovered her unique power. It had taken her weeks of experimenting and testing before she really came to grips with her ability, but one thing quickly became clear, she would never pee again; nothing came out whenever she tried, but the pain was unbearable if she held it for more than a day or so. She was a Conduit, and she always needed a Vessel. |
Another short chapter, with no real new developments. I'm still not really sure where to take this story, i'm open to suggestions, and I have a few different ideas of my own so I'll see where the story leads. Also, I'll try to have longer chapters in the future; for now I'm just trying to get the hang of writing.
Chapter 2
Despite only sleeping for a few hours after her nightly ritual, Sarah awoke feeling rested before any of the other members of the house as was typical in the household. Sarah sat up, stretching her arms upward for a few seconds, before letting them fall and jumping out of bed. It hadn't been more than five hours or so since she had emptied her bladder into her sister, but she could already feel the presence of a fair amount of liquid in what had once been considered her bladder. The years during which Sarah had needed to transfer her pee to someone else had given her a very good understanding of how much liquid was in her bladder at any given time.
"I bet I could make Leah pee herself again if I gave her this much right before waking her up." Sarah lost herself briefly in her imagination as she pictured her sister's panicked face as she woke up, bursting to pee. She would probably scramble out of bed, only to wet herself after taking two steps. Embarrassed she would look back at Sarah standing by her bed, only then would she notice the partially dried damp spot staining the bed that proved she had not one but two accidents so far today.
"Ahhhh, that would be nice" Sarah sighed, "but totally unnecessary. I've tormented her enough, and besides, if I use it now, I won't have much available later if I need to take care of someone else."
Sarah left her room and retraced the path she had taken only hours before under slightly more stealthy circumstances. She paused briefly at the top of the stairs to knock on her mother's door in order to wake her up, otherwise she was likely to sleep for most of the day. After hearing the mumbled response from within that indicated the return to consciousness of her mother Sarah continued down the hall to her sister's room. Sarah knocked only twice on the door before pushing her way into the room, knowing that Leah was much too deep of a sleeper to be awoken by someone knocking on the door, and even if she wasn't; Sarah didn't want to miss a chance to observe her handiwork by the light of day. Standing in the doorway Sarah couldn't help but smile, as she saw her sister, or more specifically, saw her sister's clothes. Leah had rolled onto her side sometime after Sarah had visited, the sleeping sibling now faced away from the door where Sarah stood. As a result, Leah's stained pajamas were clearly visible to anyone who might enter the room. The soft pink pants displayed a wet spot that had clearly not dried to any significant degree, the pee spread out from the crotch of the pants, traveling a short way down each of the legs, but it appeared most of the pee had pooled around Leah's butt, completely soaking the fabric there, as she had been sleeping on her back when Sarah had transferred her pee into the girl. Leah's pajamas and sheets were obvious victims of a major bed wetting accident,
"I'll never understand how she manages to keep them from staining," Sarah wondered. "I usually have enough saved to make her wet at least twice a week, but her clothes are never stained, not even a spot on her panties."
Maybe she just buys new ones every couple days. Sarah thought to herself, chuckling at the thought, as she moved next to her still sleeping sister.
"Leah, time to get up." Sarah said as she shook Leah's shoulder slightly.
No response except for a slight shift from the sleeping girl, causing the sunlight to glisten off the wet spot on her pajamas.
"Leah, get up." Louder this time, but still not producing the desired effect as Leah continued to sleep.
"LEAH!" Sarah shouted suddenly grabbing both of Leah's shoulders and shaking violently.
"Wha---" Leah started, surprised, lurching halfway out of her bed before noticing Sarah standing beside her laughing softly.
"Don't do that, can't you wake me up like a normal person?" Leah demanded, as she settled back, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Yeah right, if you woke up like a normal person there wouldn't be a problem." Sarah stated as she stood and started towards the door. "You can't even wake up to use the bathroom during the night.
"Ah" Leah threw the sheets back from their resting place over her legs. She blushed a deep shade of red as she noticed for the first time the extensive wet spot on her bed and pajamas.
"Get out! Get out!" she screamed at the already retreating Sarah.
Sarah slipped out of the room and closed the door just as a shoe hit the other side with a loud thump.
With her damp sister finally roused, Sarah returned to her room on the lower level of the house. Once there, she slipped free of the night clothes that she wore, and clad herself instead in something more suitable for the day. Her outfit today consisted of a navy blue blazer bearing her school's crest over a white shirt. Sarah's school allowed the girls to wear either a skirt or trousers as part of the uniform; so today Sarah selected a light grey skirt. The skirt was not exactly regulation length, it stopped about halfway down her thighs.
Not that it really matters, Sarah thought to herself. It's an all girls school anyway.
Once dressed and ready to go, Sarah paused in the entryway and called a farewell to her family; it sounded like her mother had fallen back asleep, and Leah was still frantically trying to clean up after her accident. Smiling to herself, and not failing to notice the pressure in her abdomen that would once have sent her to the bathroom before starting her day, Sarah stepped forward into the world.
I wonder who wants to be my vessel today? |
Chapter 3
"Sarah!" an overly cheerful voice called out as Sarah, who had been sitting peacefully at her desk, suddenly found herself draped from behind with what seemed to be unlimited energy stored in the form of a young girl.
"Mari" Sarah sighed, exasperated, "Haven't I told you not to do that a hundred times." Sarah's bladder was now full enough that it was a constant pressure that begged for release. It wasn't yet to the point where it was painful to hold, but she was so taken aback by Mari's sudden assault that Sarah let a bit of her pee slip into Mari. It wasn't a large amount, but Sarah preferred to avoid causing problems for her good friends, and a bit of unexpected liquid this early in the day could lead to problems down the line if Mari wasn't expecting it. If it had been someone she didn't know Sarah normally wouldn't feel bad about making the girl desperate enough to send her dashing for a toilet with a wet spot on her panties, but among her friends Sarah usually restrained herself.
"Aw, you're no fun, what will you do when you get a boyfriend if you refuse to let anyone hug you." Mari pouted, putting on an exaggerated frown, and then, just like that, the frown gave way to another infectious smile. "Hey, Hey, d'you hear the news?"
"No, what is it?"
"I heard the teacher talking in the hallway, it sounds like we're getting a new student today. Some girl just moved here, and she's transferring into our class."
"That's it? That's what's got you all excited?" Sarah raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly how Mari would respond.
"Oh, well sooorrry your highness, I should have known that my breaking news wasn't good enough, next time I'll just keep it to myself when we have a pop-quiz in math, or the cafeteria is serving your favorite food." Mari ranted with increasingly dramatic arm movements until she finally broke out into laughter and collapsed into the seat next to Sarah.
"I know what you mean though." Mari said. "It's too bad it's not a guy transferring."
"What are you talking about? This is a girl's school."
"I know, isn't it awful." Mari moaned slumping forward onto the table. "Hey I know" she brightened up immediately. "Why don't we go out after school today, we can go shopping, and maybe even find some guys to hang out with, although I'm starting to doubt whether there are even any guys in this town to begin with."
Sarah just stared at Mari, obviously not as thrilled at the proposal as Mari was. "I can barely keep up with your idea of shopping, I really doubt any guy would be able to handle it."
"Oh fine, we don't have to go stud hunting, but we should definitely hang out."
"Yeah sure, sounds like a plan."
"Nothing shall stand before us, Mwuahahahaha" Mari proclaimed, standing in a very unladylike manner with one leg elevated on the chair she had just vacated.
"Nothing will stand before those panties, that's for sure." Sarah found her eyes drawn to the pink and white striped material, and she couldn't help but imagine how it would looked drenched in pee as Mari's hands desperately clenched against her panties in a feeble attempt to stem the inevitable flood.
Sarah shook her head slightly to dispel the images as the teacher strode into the room.
"Take your seat would you please, Ms. Evans. Home-room has started." Ms. Hart said as she took her place by the front of the classroom. She was a young woman, scarcely out of university, she had taken her first teaching position at a small all girl's high school in a small town. She was popular among all of her students, mostly because she was young enough to relate to the girls, unlike most of the old crones that worked there.
Mari sat back down as Ms. Hart continued to speak. "before we begin as usual today, the principal has asked me, and all the other teachers as well, to make an announcement to the students. I personally feel this is a bit ridiculous, you might understand after I read it to you, but it is not my decision.
"Ahem, 'Attention girls of Larome High, a disturbing trend has been noticed over the past months, and even years. Larome Highschool for girls has a proud tradition of academic excellence, but lately it has been brought to my attention that an increasing amount of girls have been skipping classes and leaving the school early. As you are all aware, this kind of behavior is not acceptable, and it will not be tolerated. One of the most common ways which students have been abusing in order to leave school is by wetting themselves.'"
A round of laughter rippled through the class. Sarah chuckled with them, but at the same time she couldn't help but wonder if any girls were actually trying to skip class, or if she herself had been the sole cause of this announcement.
"I know, I know. It's pretty ridiculous," Ms. Hart said raising her hand. "Just wait, it goes on. 'This institution is not interested in babies or children, every student here today is a young woman, more than capable of acting in a way befitting her school. From this point on, wetting oneself will not be sufficient to grant a leave of absence, and as such leaving the school will be seen as truancy and duly punished. Any girl who urinates on herself may visit the nurses office, but the individual will still be expected to attend all classes. As a member of this institution I am extremely disappointed that some students would be willing to tarnish this school with such acts of immaturity, and for those students who are innocent of such behaviors; I hope you will come alongside me to bring this school and its students back onto the right path. That is all, good day.'
"I've never had a problem with any of you girls trying to get out of class by wetting yourselves. I feel like this must be an over reaction by the principal. I've heard reports of girls in other classes having accidents, but usually it's after lunch or near the end of the day, so those girls probably just had too much to drink and were too shy to ask to go to the bathroom."
By now Sarah was blushing a light red color as she considered the situation.
Well it's not like I was trying to get anyone to leave school by transferring to them. In fact, I would feel bad if anyone fell behind in school thanks to me. So really this is a positive thing, now no one will miss classes because of accidents. That means I can make anyone pee themselves and not feel bad...
Was that really what she wanted? To make people pee themselves? Up until now she had always viewed the accidents as a byproduct of the need to relieve herself, but now... Sarah shook her head again.
No, no. It's not like I'm trying to make people pee themselves. I just have to put my pee somewhere, and it's their fault if they can't hold little pee. They just need to act their age like the principal was saying.
Having finished her slightly delusional self-monologue, Sarah glanced up to see that Ms. Hart was now standing at the front of the room with a girl Sarah had never seen before beside her. Sarah couldn't help but stare at the girl, she was beautiful, and unlike anything Sarah had ever seen before. Her skin was pale, and her hair looked as though strands of pure moonlight had been woven into white silk; it seemed to Sarah that the girl's hair would light a room bathed in darkness. The girl's dark eyes shone with a curiosity and passion Sarah had never seen, as though this girl was constantly searching for the answer to some question everyone else didn't even know existed. Ms. Hart was introducing the girl to the class, but the words didn't seem to reach Sarah as she locked eyes with the girl, it felt as though Sarah was laid bare before those eyes. Sarah managed to break free from her trance to hear the final sentence from Ms. Hart.
"Class, this is Aiwren, I hope you will all get along."
Sarah glanced back at Aiwren to see that her head was now tilted and her brow slightly furled, but those dark eyes were still locked on Sarah. Starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, Sarah glanced away; now noticing just how full her bladder had become. It was strange, normally it would be second or third period before she even felt like relieving herself, but now, in homeroom, she was nearly bursting. Sarah began glancing around, she obviously wouldn't have an accident, as that was now impossible for her, but she still felt desperate to pee, and it was getting harder for her to maintain her calm appearance.
With more than fifteen minutes still remaining in the homeroom period Sarah made up her mind.
There's no reason why I should have to hold all this. Sarah reasoned, biting her lip. But then again, I can't make someone pee themselves so soon after Ms. Hart's speech. Not to mention the new rules about accidents, that would mean they'd still have to go to school all day after having an accident, although I guess that wouldn't be so bad, they could always change clothes.
Sarah had always tried to avoid causing accidents in her own class, for some reason she felt like it would cause people to suspect her somehow. So if she had to go badly enough before the lunch break; Sarah would usually split her pee up between a couple different classmates, that way everyone only got a little bit of extra pressure in their bladders. When she used this method, there were usually a few girls with their legs crossed tightly by the end of class, but there had never been a full on accident in her class.
Tch...I was planning on waiting till lunch to find a vessel, but I can't even pay attention to class now, let alone sit still, so I guess I don't have a choice. It feels like I'm holding so much...If I'm not careful I could cause more than just one accident.
Focusing now, Sarah prepared to relieve herself. It had taken a few years to master this trick, and it still required all of her attention to pull off. She discovered fairly quickly that she didn't need physical contact to make a transfer, it just made the process a lot faster. With practice she was able to give some of her pee to multiple people at once, although in the beginning she usually ended up accidentally giving most of it to one person, usually ending with a puddle forming under the unlucky girl. That hadn't happened in years, Sarah was confident in her skills now, and felt a sort of pride at how much her abilities had grown over the years. Sarah took a deep breath and focused on every girl in the class, excluding Ms. Hart, Aiwren, and Mari. Sarah imagined that Ms. Hart would probably quit if she had an accident in front of her students, Mari had already taken a bit of Sarah's pee earlier, and it would be a terrible first day for Aiwren if she were to have an accident, there'd be plenty of time for that later. With more than twenty, likely mostly empty, bladders at her disposal, Sarah didn't expect any accidents, since the amount of liquid each girl would receive was going to be relatively little, it still didn't hurt to be careful.
Slowly releasing the breath she had been unconsciously holding, Sarah began to pee, or at least as close to peeing as she ever got in recent memory. She could feel the pee flow into the numerous bladders around her, resisting the urge to sigh with relief, she held the steady flow for about two seconds, before slowing the stream and cutting it off. Sarah looked around and saw a few girls cross their legs, and one put a discrete hand between her legs for just a moment, but there was no cry of surprise and the tell-tale sound of dripping pee that accompanied accidents.
Satisfied, and more than a little relieved, Sarah turned her attention back to the front of the class and saw that Ms. Hart had just finished speaking about the school festival that was coming up in a few weeks. As Ms. Hart sat down, and the class began to speak quietly, waiting for the bell to signal the end of homeroom, Sarah glanced around until her eyes fell upon the mysterious new member of the class, Aiwren. Sarah was more than a little surprised to see her sitting at the desk directly next to her own. Sarah had been too caught up in her own actions she didn't even see the girl sit down. A small smile played across the lips of the new girl, but she did not turn to meet Sarah's gaze. As Sarah turned to her other side to speak with Mari; Sarah suddenly found herself bent forward with both hands crushed between her legs as she was assaulted with a need to pee stronger than before she had relieved herself just a few minutes ago.
What's going on? Sarah thought to herself desperately. I just went, I couldn't possibly have to go again so soon.
Too desperate to worry about the reasons, Sarah quickly reconnected to the bladders of all the girls, this time the pressure was so strong she didn't bother to exempt anyone. For the second time in just a few minutes, Sarah felt her pee flow into all the bladders around her. This time; however, her need wasn't going away, she wasn't getting any relief from her desperation. Glancing around, Sarah noticed that nearly all of the girls in the class were now fidgeting, and one girl ran up to the where the teacher was sitting, and after a hurried, hushed discussion the girl ran out of the room leaving only a couple drops of pee on her chair as evidence of her presence. Sarah felt as her connection to the girl's bladder was broken once she got far enough away, and without the time to speculate whether or not the girl made it to the bathroom, Sarah forced herself to cut off the flow that was rapidly filling up the bladders of all her classmates. She was still just as desperate to pee as before, maybe more so if that was possible, but if she kept going it might become dangerous. No matter how she looked at it, an entire class peeing themselves all at once, except for one girl, was bound to attract attention.
The bell finally rang and a stream of girls rushed for the door, led by Ms. Hart who was taking small, mincing steps with a pained look on her face. Soon the class was mostly deserted as Sarah bent to collect her things, while still trying to piece together what could have happened.
I definitely transferred the pee, I could feel it, and everyone obviously got desperate as a result.
But I still need to go! Sarah groaned as another wave of desperation hit her. She decided the only thing to do would be to find someone to make an instant transfer into; with just one touch she could give them the entire contents of her bladder, and maybe then she could finally be relieved.
Turning to leave, Sarah noticed the only other occupant of the room passing behind her on the way to the door, Aiwren. The girl paused with her hand on the door, and looked back at Sarah with a mischievous smile.
"That was quite the trick....Conduit"
Edited October 9, 2014 by Garrus
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I'm really not quite sure where this story is leading at this point, but I figure I'll just keep writing and see where it takes me. I hope you enjoy the ride.
Chapter 4
"That was quite the trick....Conduit"
Sarah stared, dumbfounded, as the strange girl began her dramatic exit from the classroom.
"Eep! What are you-" Aiwren started as Sarah grabbed the girl by the shoulders and pinned her against the door, eyes brimming with excitement mere inches from the face of the surprised girl. Brimming with excitement at the revelation, Sarah began to speak rapidly
"You know I'm a conduit? Are you one too? That would explain what happened in class just now. I had to go so badly. Do you know why I'm like this? Are there others like us?"
Struggling to regain her composure beneath the onslaught of questioning, Aiwren closed her eyes and placed her hand on one of the arms Sarah was using to trap the girl. "You speak too much."
Sarah stumbled back and thrust her hands between her legs as she was overcome by an intense need to pee.
"Now that I may speak, I suppose I can answer some of the questions you might have." Aiwren assumed a look of superiority which turned to confusion as Sarah straightened up, smiling.
"Okay, sounds good to me."
"Wha...I gave you more than enough to fill your bladder completely; you should be wetting yourself right now, or pretty close at least." Aiwren looked uncertain now, even a bit apprehensive as she observed the girl.
"What do you mean how would this make me wet myself, it's impossible. Hey, come to think of it, just how big is your bladder? To be able to give me all that during class, and still have this much." Sarah tilted her head, confused, as she absentmindedly laid a hand to rest on her bladder. The initial shock of the extra pee had caught her off guard, but she was used to holding more than this most every day.
"Just what are you? My intel said a Conduit was located, and what you did in class, only a conduit, a very skilled conduit, could have done that. I suppose the effective range could exceed expectations, but still...." Aiwren muttered to herself, seemingly forgetting entirely about Sarah standing before her.
"Hey, I thought you were going to give me some answers." Sarah said, snapping her fingers in front of the girl's face to get her attention.
"Oh, yes of course." The girl shook her head and refocused on Sarah. "I am not a conduit. I am what we call a Fount. The name comes from ancient texts we have recovered; they refer to 'The Fount that springs eternal, from naught unto another.' It's the same place we get 'Conduit' as well as all the others. I do not transfer my pee as you do, I create liquid directly in the bladder of someone else."
"Wow! That's so cool." Sarah exclaimed, her excitement not decreasing, even with the dull ache emanating from her bladder. "Wait, I thought I came up with the name 'Conduit.' But that actually is the real name for whatever I am?"
"Yes. It is strange, but there is evidence of instinctual behavior associated with the Gifts. Ancestral memories are the leading belief, so it's possible you instinctively chose that name." Aiwren did not look particularly convinced herself, but she continued nonetheless. "What I need to know is how you managed to avoid detection for so long....and just how big your bladder is. I've been letting a trickle flow into you this whole time, but you still barely look desperate." Aiwren looked particularly upset about this, as though it was a personal affront against her ability that Sarah wasn't more distraught.
"I don't know, I'm just used to holding it I guess. But since you're so intent on filling me up; why don't you have a taste of your own medicine." Sarah said with a mischievous smile.
"No, wait"
But it was too late, Sarah had already mentally allocated about half of her currently bulging bladder, and transferred it rapidly to the bladder of the smaller girl.
"Noooo...." The girl wailed as she fell to her knees with her hands gripping her crotch through her skirt. Sarah smiled in satisfaction, which quickly changed to surprise as she heard a loud, but muffled, hissing sound.
The sound continued for nearly thirty seconds; during which time, neither girl moved. As the sound finally tapered off, Sarah spoke.
"Ah, I guess since you don't transfer your own pee, it makes sense that you would still need to be able to pee...Sorry about that." Sarah smiled sheepishly, and extended a hand to help the blushing girl to her feet.
Aiwren accepted the hand and stood up. She brushed off the back of her skirt, still blushing. Sarah looked at the floor, then at the girl's skirt, and then back at the girl's face.
"Are you wearing...." She began.
"No! It's just....standard equipment for dealing with a conduit. I was still holding all that pee you gave me during class...It's not...I mean It's nothing. Don't worry about it! Okay?" Aiwren reacted defensively, blushing an even darker shade of red.
"Okay, okay." Sarah said, holding up her hands to calm the girl. "Forget I said anything."
"But what you said before....about being able to pee. What did you mean by that?" Aiwren asked, desperately trying to regain control of the conversation.
"Well isn't it obvious? I'm a conduit, so I have to give my pee to someone else if I want it out of my bladder. I haven't peed in a long time. Shouldn't you already know all this? You seemed pretty well informed on my whole conduit situation."
Aiwren looked dumbfounded, her mouth hung open slightly at the apparently shocking information. "That's not possible. You're a conduit. I confirmed it myself. Now you're telling me you're a Sealer as well; that's impossible?" Once again, it seemed as though Aiwren was speaking more to herself than to Sarah. "And even then, to have an unconscious, permanent self seal. It's impossible."
"Soooo...are you saying I'm not a conduit?"
"I'm not sure what to think anymore, but I do know you need to come with me now; there's someone I need to take you to see." Aiwren grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her determinedly back towards the door.
"What about class?" Sarah asked, although she was eager to meet anyone who might be able to shed more light on her situation; she would still prefer to avoid getting in trouble with the school.
"Oh yeah...I forgot. Where is everyone? When does the next class start?"
"Let's see." Sarah looked at the clock hanging on the wall. "Next class is gym, down at the field house, and class starts about..hmm...five minutes ago." Sarah said matter-of-factly.
"What!? Why didn't you say something sooner? I assumed we would be in the same classroom." Aiwren looked panicked. "It's my first day, I can't be late on the first day."
"Come on. Let's go." Sarah took off at a jog, dragging the slightly stunned girl behind her. "You can answer the rest of my questions later."
Stumbling initially at the brisk pace, Aiwren soon fell in beside Sarah as they made their way through the deserted corridors downstairs and outside to the track where their class had just started to get underway.
"Yo, Coach!" Sarah waved at the young woman who was observing the other students jogging sluggishly around the track with a disapproving look on her face. "Sorry we're late."
Turning at the greeting, the teacher smiled wryly. "Ah, I wondered when you would decide to show up to class today, Sarah."
"Hehe, sorry. I was showing the new girl around and we lost track of time." Sarah smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah that sounds like you. Well, the rest of the class is running a mile, although they seem to treat it more like walking, so why don't you go do two miles. Since you had the nerve to show up late again, my little track star. You'll have to run in your uniform since you didn't change for class."
"Roger." Sarah replied, before she took off running.
"And you, Aiwren." The instructor turned, finding the girl's name on a clipboard she was carrying. "Try not to let Sarah be too bad of an influence, you should always try to be on time."
"Yes ma'am, of course."
"Since it's your first day, and you don't even have gym clothes yet, I'm not going to expect you to run today. You can just sit on that bench and watch." With that the woman left Aiwren to go yell at some of the slower students.
Meanwhile, Sarah had already completed a couple laps of the track. She had already passed most of the students, even though they had a head start. There weren't many things that Sarah was overly confident in. Her abilities as a conduit were one, and running was another. She flew over the track, and before too long, certainly before any of the other students, she finished her two mile trip around the track.
Sarah sighed and stretched as she landed on the bench next to Aiwren, she was breathing heavily after her run, but she wasn't out of breath.
"Hey do you want to come hang out with me after school?" Sarah asked suddenly, before Aiwren could speak.
"Huh?" Aiwren was caught off guard by the unexpected question.
"Well I know you wanted to take me someplace, and I want more answers. But I also promised my friend Mari that I would go out with her today; so I was thinking you could come with us. How 'bout it?"
"Yeah, sure I guess. I am supposed to observe you."
"Oh don't say stuffy things like that. Just say you'll come as my friend."
"Friend...yeah, that sounds nice." Aiwren said with a small smile.
Just then the loud whistle of the coach cut through the air.
"Since you have the time to sit around and chat; go run another mile to make up for Aiwren." The coach called to Sarah.
Smiling, Sarah jumped up, and took off on the track once more; joining the slower girls who were still jogging.
Aiwren watched the girl go. Sarah looked so free as she flew past the other girls. How long can this last? Aiwren thought to herself, her smile tinged with sadness.
. . .
The rest of the day passed quickly, and before too long a group of three girls stepped off of the train and into an extensive shopping complex.
"Oh, how I've missed this smell." Mari sighed, spinning slowly with her arms stretched out.
"What smell is that?" Sarah asked.
"Capitalism." Mari responded, before dragging Sarah and Aiwren with her into one of the many stores.
Two hours, and two dozen stores later, Sarah and Aiwren were slumped on a bench, exhausted, while an impatient Mari stood over them.
"Oh, come on. You can run five miles and barely be tired Sarah, how can you be this worn out already?" Mari demanded.
Meanwhile, Aiwren seemed to be shell-shocked as she muttered to herself. "I didn't even know they made that many kinds of panties. I mean, panties are panties, right? Apparently not. 'What style do you want? Thong? Bikini? Full-cut?' 'What material? Cotton? Silk? Lycra? Oh wait, this store doesn't have the right brand. Let's go to one of the other five stores that only sell panties. How many panties do girls need to buy to support five stores that only sell panties? She's a monster, I need to get out of here."
"You see." Sarah gestured at Aiwren's lifeless husk. "Normal people like us can't keep up with your insane shopping. Let's take a break from the shopping for a while, before you kill us both."
"Fine." Mari joined the two girls on the bench. "I got everything I was looking for today anyway. Except a boyfriend that is."
"What shall we do now?" Aiwren asked, seemingly revived at the prospect of no more shopping.
"We could go see a movie." Mari suggested.
"Is there anything good out now?" Sarah glancing in the direction of the movie theater, but too far away to read any signs that might have been posted there.
"There's that new one that just came out. What's it called, the one with Emma Watson." Mari struggled to produce a name.
"Oh, I know the one you're talking about, String of Fate, or something like that. Of course you would chose the romance movie." Sarah turned to Aiwren. "Do you want to see a movie?"
"Sure, that is fine with me."
"Well then let's go" The group got to their feet, and made their way to the nearby cinema. Perusing the showtimes displayed, Sarah quickly identified the romance film in question.
"There's a showing starting in just a few minutes, that's convenient. Let's hurry."
The girls quickly bought their tickets and made their way to their theater, Sarah taking a brief stop to buy a large, overpriced soft drink.
"If you drink that you'll have to pee halfway through the movie." Mari warned.
"I'll be fine." Sarah shot a conspiratorial glance at Aiwren, who pursed her lips slightly in response; still unsure about Sarah's seemingly unique set of powers, but in the end she allowed herself a small smile.
"Speaking of which, I think I will visit the restroom before the movie starts." Gesturing towards the nearby ladies room.
"There's no time, the trailers will already be playing, and besides there's a line look."
Mari was correct, there was a line. Aiwren bit her lip staring at the line of women extending slightly beyond the entrance to the bathroom.
Mari slipped inside the darkened theater with a whispered "Come on."
Sarah stepped up next to Aiwren.
"I'm sure you can hold it, and if not..." Sarah firmly swatted Aiwren's butt, smiling as she felt the extra padding present there.
Aiwren yelped and spun her back away from Sarah; who just chuckled and entered the theater. Aiwren followed her, shooting one last longing glance at the bathroom she was leaving behind.
Aiwren, squinting, managed to find Sarah and Mari in the darkness, she sat down in the seat next to Sarah just as the title of the movie appeared on the screen. As the movie progressed, Aiwren found herself getting lost in the story. The main character was a young woman had an encounter with her dream guy at a party. While talking to him she became desperate to pee, but when she excused herself and dashed to a toilet, barely avoiding an accident, she couldn't find the guy again afterword. Over the following days the young woman lamented the missed connection with the man she truly thought was meant for her, and when she once again became desperate to pee she broke down crying in the bathroom; her tears splashing into the puddle that pooled beneath her legs.
Aiwren felt her own bladder twinge in discomfort, as the images on the screen remind her of her own growing need to pee. Attempting to take her mind off her own bladder, she focused once again on the movie. She found herself struggling to enjoy the movie as a group of three girls several rows in front of her started talking to one another.
"Man, she's such a baby." One of the girls said, barely lowering her voice at all.
"I know right, just get her some diapers, and problem solved."
"hahaha" The girls laughed, drawing the irate glances of the other movie-goers, but no one said anything.
As the girls continued to joke with one another, Sarah leaned over and whispered in Aiwren's ear.
"I really need to pee now, and I'm thinking I found a perfect target." Sarah stared intently at the girls down below, sighed, and uncrossed her legs.
Staring now at the three girls, Aiwren saw the blonde girl sitting in the middle suddenly freeze and lean forward slightly.
Having felt Sarah's ability herself, Aiwren was surprised the girl hadn't gone running to the bathroom.
"She's definitely wet." Sarah whispered to Aiwren. "I gave her enough, I bet she can't get up without walking past one of her friends and showing off her wet butt. Who know's she might get away with it."
Sarah's smile faded as the other two girls continued talking, although the middle girl seemed quiet now.
"Hey, why don't you fill those two up as well." Sarah continued. "I'd do it, but I'm pretty much empty."
"I can't do it from this far away, especially not in the dark. You shouldn't be able to do it so easily." Aiwren said frowning.
"Then just fill me up, Okay? You can give me the pee, and I'll send it to those girls; we'll make the perfect team."
"I guess." Aiwren replied, concentrating for a moment until Sarah felt her bladder tighten as new liquid suddenly flowed into her. Not wasting anytime, Sarah quickly diverted the pee from her own bladder into the two remaining girls below.
Aiwren glanced at the two new victims and saw they both now had their legs crossed and seemed to be fidgeting severely. It looked like Sarah hadn't given them enough to make them wet their pants like the other girl, but they at least stopped talking.
Refocusing on the movie, Aiwren saw that the woman was waking up in a bed soaked with her pee after a steamy PG-13 night with her dream man who lay beside her. The camera pulled back, showing the building, then the city, finally refocusing on a small wedding in a park as the woman narrated. 'The thing I remember most about the time we first met was how badly I needed to pee. That same need haunted me, until finally it brought us back together. It only seems right that that things would turn out like this." The camera focused on the bride who was standing at the altar, legs crossed tightly beneath her dress. Suddenly her expression shifted from desperation to relief, and the shocked reactions of the wedding guests faded into a black screen where the credits started rolling.
the lights came on in the dim theater. Aiwren glanced to her side only to find Sarah watching the girls who had been talking during the movie. They had all stood up, and Aiwren couldn't help but notice the back of the blonde girl's pants were completely soaked. Her pink pants had become nearly transparent, showing her now wet blue panties to all those behind her. The girl was blushing and held her arms behind her, but she did not turn around, she shuffled sideways down the narrow aisle to the exit stairs, not wanting to show her wet state to her friend who was walking behind her. The who reached the stairs first suddenly grabbed herself through her white dress and hobbled away leaving her friends behind, and a wet trail of urine falling from under her dress. Aiwren did not need to look at Sarah to know that she had been staring intently at the girl, obviously transferring just enough additional pee to cause the girl to have an accident.
Aiwren, Sarah, and Mari made their way down the stairs and out of the theater, careful to avoid stepping in the puddles left behind. Sarah glanced back and saw a sign on one of the seats, warning people to not sit in the urine stained seat. Once outside, Aiwren looked once more to the bathroom only to find an even longer line than there was before the movie. She had been successfully ignoring her need to pee, but it was getting to the point where that would no longer be an option.
"Do you need to pee?" Mari asked Aiwren.
Aiwren blushed, had her need been that obvious?
"Yeah, a bit." Aiwren answered.
"Me too, let's go" Mari said.
And so they joined the queue formed outside the bathroom. Directly in front of them were two of the girls from earlier. The blonde kept her back to the wall, and was trying to the wall and was trying unsuccessfully to hide the wet patch on her pink pants that could be seen spreading down from between her legs.
"I can't believe you wet yourself Abby. You're such a baby."
"You can't talk when you're almost peeing your pants too." The blonde girl responded
"Yeah, but I'll hold it, because I'm a big girl, unlike you and Megan." The girl swept her dark hair back over her shoulder, then quickly replaced her hand between the legs of her jeans; hobbling forward as the line progressed.
"Whatever Sam." Abby was trying to act nonchalant about her accident, but her bright red face gave her away.
Aiwren was slowly losing hope that she could make it the bathroom in time, especially at the rate the line had been moving. Mari turned to her friends, now with her own legs crossed.
"This line is taking too long, why don't we try and find some other place to go."
"Yeah you're right." Sarah said.
As the group turned to go, Sarah couldn't help but take the significant amount of pee that had built back up in her bladder thanks to the soda earlier and dump it into the girl named Sam who was still in line. Sarah was rewarded with a squeal and laughter from the two girls respectively as one failed to hold back the flood that was darkening her jeans and dripping onto the floor, and the other managed to forget her own soaked pants long enough to laugh at the misfortune of her companion.
The three girls made their way back to the train station, having not encountered a bathroom on their way, they planned to find one in the station. They spotted the bathroom, but even as relief at the discovery showed upon Mari's face, Sarah spoke up.
"Hey, isn't that your train?"
Mari glanced in the direction Sarah was pointing, her train was sitting stationary at the station. Sarah and Mari lived in opposite directions from this station, and if Mari were to miss this train it would be at least thirty minutes before the next one came. Biting her lip, Mari made up her mind.
"Yeah, I need to run and catch it. I don't want to miss this one; I just hope there's a bathroom on the train. Bye Sarah. Nice meeting you Aiwren." With a wave, Mari departed, still struggling to prevent her bladder from soiling her new panties and staining her skirt.
"Bye." Aiwren called in return.
"Try not to pee your pants!" Sarah called loudly as Mari got farther away, earning strange looks from some passerbys and a laugh and one last wave from Mari as she boarded her train.
"Now then." Sarah said turning to Aiwren. "It's time for some more answers don't you think?"
"Yeah, of course. First I just need to go pee."
"Okay then." Sarah said, laying her hand on Aiwren's shoulder. "Mari was definitely right, that soda really makes me need to pee."
Aiwren gasped as she felt even more pee enter her bladder, forcing it's way out between her fingers pressing against her crotch. She could feel it pouring out of her, and she blushed as she heard the tell tale hissing sound emanating from beneath her skirt.
"Why did you do that?" Aiwren demanded, discreetly feeling beneath her skirt to make sure nothing had leaked from her special anti-conduit underwear.
"Well you said you wanted to pee, and this way we can leave faster."
Aiwren sighed, but acquiesced as she led them towards a different set of train tracks.
"Follow me, I have someone I want you to meet." |
Okay so as a warning, this chapter starts off with lots of plot and not much wetting. And the plot gets kinda crazy here, so if you get confused it's probably not just you.
Chapter 5
The Seeker may peer into the body and past of another. These are the tools by which the gifted are found.
The Fount that springs eternal, from naught unto another. From another back to naught. Naught that comes from naught may remain overlong.
The Sealer comes in two forms. The internal seal placed upon thyself, and the external applied to another.
The Shield serves to protect, or to obscure. Not even the sight of a Seeker may pierce that which a Shield protects.
The Receiver from another unto thine self. The burden of a Receiver is always great.
The Conduit, from within to without, out of one unto others. Balance will persist.
One may fail, and two will be overrun, but the strand of three cords is not easily broken.
Those with the Gift must remain true; there will always be those who sow Chaos.
Beware the Void, draw from it if you must, but pour into it sparingly.
'Non pascam pecus dormientis'
'State contra aestus'
'Dum mea vesica evacuat'
'Dum corpus meum in arido'
Live the words and guard thine heart daughter of the Gift.
--Excerpt from: The Chosen of the Gift
"Why have you returned Aiwren?" The woman's voice sounded soft and gentle to Sarah, but that did not stop Aiwren from flinching as though struck.
"That's because-"
"As I recall, your mission was to confirm the presence of a conduit. To observe, and nothing more."
"I know, but Seles, she..."
"Silence, return to your quarters. I will hear your report later. For now I will get to know our guest." Aiwren did as she was told, backing out of the room; leaving Sarah alone with the woman named Seles.
Seles stood with her back to Sarah, not making any indication that she even knew Sarah was in the room. The woman's hair fell in black waves down most of her back, and it seemed to be swaying as the light from the setting sun shone through the lone window in the room. Seles continued to stare out the window, apparently deep in thought. The building they were in was not particularly tall, but it was elevated high enough above the surrounding buildings to provide a scenic view of the city. Tired of being ignored Sarah stepped up next to the woman and gazed out the window alongside her.
"You should not have been brought here child."
"I wanted to find some answers. I wasn't forced to come or anything, and it's not Aiwren's fault, I basically forced her to bring me."
"We have been searching for you for years." The woman sighed, still not looking at Sarah. "It would be a shame to ruin everything by rushing when we are so close."
"I don't understand any of this. When are you going to answer my questions?" Sarah demanded.
"I suppose you deserve some answers." Seles finally turned to face Sarah.
Sarah had to stifle a gasp as she locked eyes with the woman. She looked younger than Sarah had first thought, she couldn't have been more than twenty five or so, but that was not what shocked Sarah. One of her eyes was a pretty green color, but the other was completely black. With no visible pupil, it was impossible to tell where the eye was looking, or if it could even see at all.
Seles smiled slightly, and brushed her bangs forward, covering the mysterious eye, although Sarah still felt like it was watching her.
"I suppose I should start with who 'we' are. I, as well as the others living here, are members of an organization more ancient than you can imagine. We are tasked with locating and training bearers of the Gift, so that they will not be corrupted by Darkness. When threats do arise, we must be the ones to suppress them." Seles explained as she sat at the small table in the room and gestured for Sarah to do the same.
"So by 'gift' do you mean the whole 'Conduit' thing?' Sarah asked, sitting.
"Indeed. Although you are the first conduit we have located in more than twenty years."
"Oh yeah, Aiwren mentioned that she wasn't a conduit. She said she was a 'fount' or something like that."
"Indeed, her's is one of the more fickle Gifts; any mistake could cost us dearly. That is why I must be hard on her."
"So does that mean there are other powers besides those two?"
"Yes, you are correct. I am what is called a Seeker. I peer into the bodies of others, and I can see how full their bladder is. With focus, I can also learn other things about a target; such as, when they last had an accident, the number of accidents they have had, and how long they can hold their pee before they have an accident. In addition, Seekers can also identify others who have the Gift, so my main purpose is to locate girls like you."
"Are there more powers? What are they?"
"Later, I shall provide you with a copy of the ancient text that details the Gifts, but for now I ask that you only listen. There is a war going on; a war that has been raging for thousands of years. Order versus Chaos, Light versus Dark, the Gifted versus the Void. There is a Darkness in this world; unseen, yet always present, always watching. There are those who have the ability to see the Void, and those without the power to resist are taken by it, indoctrinated, and made to serve the Void. The Void is powerful, and it tempts others with offers of greater power; not all are strong enough to resist." Seles raised a hand to her hidden eye as though it pained her, but a moment later she continued as though nothing was amiss.
"Those with the Gift, such as yourself, have the power to touch the Void, but in doing so you will surely draw its gaze upon you. It seems you have escaped its notice thus far, but you cannot do so forever, and when the Void turns its eye to you, those corrupted by the Void will surely come for you. In bringing you here, Aiwren may have put you in grave danger, but it is too late to worry about that now. So now I ask you; Sarah, daughter of the Gift, will you join us in our struggle against the Darkness?"
Sarah sat quietly, stunned at all the information that was suddenly thrust upon her.
"I uh-I just came here to get some information, but you want me to join a war? Do you actually expect me to believe anything you just told me?" Sarah asked incredulously.
"I understand your confusion. I was just as doubtful when I first heard the story. I made the mistake of walking away, and within the week the Void found me. It did not come to me with destruction and chaos, instead it used weapons far more effective, lies and sugar-coated words. The Void whispered things to me, things I wanted to hear, things I had always secretly believed. The Void is tricky and clever, it granted me power, and asked for nothing in return, and when it tried to take everything from me, I almost wanted it to.
"You have to believe me Sarah, because if you don't, then I fear for us all. You have the gift, so you have the ability to touch the Void. It is the only way for you to understand the situation." Seles stood and moved closer to Sarah.
Sarah stood as well backing up slightly, a bit nervous now.
"Uh, if it's all the same to you, I think I'll pass on interacting with an all-powerful creature of darkness."
"Not all-powerful, just more powerful than me or you." Seles swept the hair back off her face, and Sarah was once again pierced with the pitch black eye. "Now open your eyes, and see the enemy we face, so that you might understand!"
Sarah felt as though she had been staring through a darkened piece of glass until this very moment. Suddenly all the colors she saw seemed brighter and more vibrant, but she noticed something else as well. Drifting all around, only completely visible when she chose to focus on it, was some sort of mist. It did not obscure her vision, but it was there nonetheless. Now that she noticed it, it felt almost warm, a comforting pressure against her skin. Sarah turned to the window and gazed out over the city, the mist could be seen everywhere as far as Sarah could tell, but no one else seemed to notice it.
All of a sudden, Sarah found herself staring down at the city as though she were hovering over it; she could still feel herself standing at the window, but at the same time she was removed from herself. Looking down from her new vantage point, she saw hundreds of little lights, each one somehow unique, even though they all looked the same, some were brighter than others, and some where larger, there were even a couple that were different colors. Sarah somehow felt certain that each of these lights were a person. Sarah wasn't sure how she knew this, but it just felt right to her.
The mist swirled gently around Sarah, and she suddenly became aware of her need to pee, the need was so great that Sarah wasn't sure how she had ignored it until now. She was more desperate than she had ever been before, Sarah tried to hold herself, anything to give her some relief from this desperation, but she realized that her body was miles below her, no doubt one of those little shinning lights. With a new plan in her mind, Sarah focused on the lights, choosing one light that was so dim she could barely see it. Sarah was directly next to the source of the light; of course she was, she had been here the entire time, hadn't she? Sarah's thoughts were growing cloudy as she slowly drifted around the woman who was glowing dimly, no wait, that was the mist that was lazily circling the woman, not Sarah. Even as she thought this, her need to pee was somehow getting even worse, so Sarah did what felt natural, she slowly transferred her pee to the woman. Sarah watched as the mist slowly penetrated her body, slowly filling her bladder. Sarah couldn't tear her eyes away as the light coming from the woman got brighter and brighter, it was beautiful. Part of Sarah couldn't help but watch as the woman collapsed to her knees and a puddle of pee poured out, staining the woman's pants. These thoughts were quickly banished, as Sarah noticed her need to pee had hardly diminished at all. Staring down once more on all the lights scattered below her, Sarah selected each of the hundreds of lights she saw and poured herself into them; as she swirled around each of them, all the lights became brighter and more beautiful. Sarah was delighted as she watched the lights glow and twinkle beneath and around her. Sarah had to find more, surely there were other lights she could find.
"-rah! Sarah! Can you hear me? Sarah you have to come back!"
Sarah suddenly found herself back in her old body; still staring out the window, but in the reflection of the glass, Sarah saw that both her eyes had become pitch black. Sarah jumped back in surprise.
"Ah, what? What happened?" Sarah glanced tentatively back at her reflection and was relieved to see that her eyes were back to normal.
"I'm sorry Sarah, I just wanted to show you what we are dealing with. I didn't think you would be drawn so far in so quickly. Are you alright? Do you feel okay?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Sarah answered slowly, she felt a great sense of loss; as though she had just lost the use of a limb that she didn't know she ever had.
"Sarah. Look at me. I know the Void can feel seductive; so much power, it's easy to get lost in it. You have to remember who you are, the Void will try and take that from you."
Sarah nodded. Still shaken by the experience.
"Why don't you go lie down and rest a bit."
"Yeah thanks. Wait what time is it? I should call my mom."
"I'll show you to a room you can use, there is a phone there you can use if you need it." Seles led Sarah out of the room and down a hallway, stopping at one of the rooms. "Please take all the time you need. I've found that it can help to write about the experience, there is a desk with paper and pens that you can use if you wish."
Sarah stepped inside the room, and Seles closed the door behind her. Suddenly realizing just how tired she was, Sarah collapsed into the bed, and was asleep soon after.
Seles entered a different room, this one obviously saw more use than the one Sarah was now using. There was a bookshelf with numerous books and magazines; posters covered one of the walls, and a young girl with white hair was huddled on the bed, both hands clenched desperately between her legs. The girl looked up as Seles entered the room.
"Oh Seles, can I-" Aiwren started.
"No, you still have some room left. You'll have to wait. I need to talk with you about this girl, Sarah."
"Ohhh" Aiwren moaned rubbing her crotch as she struggled not to wet herself.
"That girl is not a normal Conduit. She received the Void eyes when she touched the Void, only a Seeker should be able to do that, and she didn't wet herself, even after being under for so long."
"Ah" Aiwren gripped herself even harder at the mention of wetting, but still managed to reply. "I noticed the same thing when I first made contact. She's definitely a Conduit, but when I filled her way past full, but she didn't even leak. She told me herself that she can't even pee if she wanted to. She has to be some sort of Sealer."
"It's impossible, there has never been any case of a girl displaying multiple Gifts." Seles was speaking to herself as much as she was the desperate girl before her. "But I can't deny that she has already done things that would be impossible for just a Conduit."
"Ahh, that's why I decided to bring her here. I wasn't sure what to do anymore."
"Yes I suppose that was the best decision, all things considered. Oops, looks like you leaked a bit."
Aiwren blushed, she felt the small wet spot beneath her hands, it couldn't be more than a couple inches wide, and she was certain it wasn't visible yet, but Seles was a Seeker, so she couldn't hide it from her.
"I'm worried though," Seles said, ignoring Aiwren's embarrassment. "The Void obviously wants her very badly. It could mean trouble if they learn where she is."
"Wh-What happened when she touched it?" Aiwren stammered through her desperation.
"I'm not sure, even with my eye I could only tell that she drew in a large amount of the Void, I'm not sure what she did with the power; we can only hope she didn't cause any permanent harm, whatever she did."
"Well, as long as she was drawing from the void, and not feeding it, it's okay right?"
"It should be so, but I still fear what the Void may be planning. This girl must be tremendously powerful to wield the void so effortlessly."
"She's stronger than anyone I've seen, she managed to transfer to more than twenty people at once when we were in class. That's almost as strong as the stories of the great heroes I've read. Ah, now please, can't I go pee? I'm going to have an accident."
"Oh I don't think you're quite full enough yet." Seles said, smiling. "You disobeyed my direct orders, what were you thinking? Filling her bladder as soon as you found her. Your job was to wait and observe. Besides, you still have some room, about ten percent left I'd say."
"Ohhh," Aiwren moaned, hunching over even further on her bed. "I really don't think I can hold anymore."
A short hiss sounded through the room, as Aiwren lost another leak. The stain on the pink sweat pants Aiwren had changed into was now clearly visible, even from under the hands that gripped hard enough to quickly cut off the leak.
I wish I hadn't taken off my diap...I mean my Conduit protection gear. Aiwren thought to herself desperately, as another small leak seeped out from between her fingers.
"Oh dear, you've leaked quite a bit haven't you? Now you've got about fifteen percent capacity left, I guess you'll be able to hold on a while now huh?"
"No, please. I'm sorry." Aiwren pleaded, but it was too late. Even as she was speaking, the floodgates opened, and a torrent of pee rushed out from under her hands, soaking her pants and the bed beneath her completely. "Nooooo."
"Oh no, you've made quite a mess haven't you. I thought you were done wetting the bed." Seles said with a wink. "Well I trust you've learned your lesson, and I hope you will stick to the plan in the future."
"Yes Seles." Aiwren said with her red face staring at the wet spot on her pants. She was terribly embarrassed, but the relief to finally let go was so overwhelming she could barely feel the shame.
"Seles, Ma'am, I think you need to see this." A girl strode into the room, barely pausing to look at the soaked girl keeling on a very wet bed. "It's on the news." The girl picked up the remote that was on top of the television sitting against one of the walls in the room. Turning it on, she quickly changed the channel to a news program where an interviewer could be seen talking to several young women.
Seles stared at the title of the broadcast, before looking back at Aiwren with a hint of fear in her eyes.
"What has she done?" |
Well here it is, I struggled more with this chapter than any previous one. Hopefully it turned out well.
Chapter 6
We are quick to assign an impersonal, gender neutral pronoun to the Void, and perhaps it is easier to think of the Void as simply an 'it', but we must take care. The elders likely chose to refer to 'it' as such, better to dehumanize the enemy they no doubt thought. Perhaps it has worked too well, already I have heard 'void' used as a verb, meaning 'to empty', it is a more fitting word than most realize. Even so, there is no denying that the Void has a distinct personality. The records I have found have conflicting reports, some insist the Void is a female entity who warmly embraces and protects her followers, other documents declare the Void to have a masculine personality, empowering and encouraging disciples. Although the two main reports that I have access to span a thousand years they are both quite clear on one point: 'The Void is alive, and He or She is watching.'
--The Chosen of the Gift
"Do you know what this means!?"
"Of course I do, but there's nothing-"
"Nothing? This isn't nothing Seles. It's hundreds of them, and it could be permanent."
Raised voices roused Sarah from her light sleep. The voices were still indistinct, but as Sarah became more awake she recognized one of the speakers.
"I know, I know." It was Seles speaking, she sounded agitated, but not as much as the voice that responded.
"I'm not sure you do know, because if you did you would be doing something about it." The voice was unfamiliar to Sarah, but it sounded as though it belonged to a young girl, likely close to Sarah's own age.
"What would you have me do? It's been done, I can't just fix it."
"It's only going to get worse from here. For now they're fine calling it a 'flash mob' or 'student activism', but that won't last. What's going to happen when dozens of girls show up at the doctor for incontinence? They're going to start using words like 'disease' or 'virus' and then comes the 'contagious' question. This will cause a panic, and it's all that girl's fault."
"You can't blame Sarah for this." Seles sounded angry now, and Sarah blushed slightly when she realized they were talking about her. Sarah had no idea what they were talking about, but it sounded serious, whatever it was. "If you need someone to blame, blame the Void. Or maybe you've forgotten what our enemy is."
"No...of course not." The girl sounded abashed.
"You've certainly managed to forget your place. I am thankful for your insight, but I am in charge here, and I will decide what our next move is." Seles spoke with a tone of finality that was obviously not missed by the other girl, who Sarah heard offer a meek farewell, and exit the room that Seles was occupying.
Making up her mind, Sarah stood up and made her way into the hall, pausing briefly to knock on the already open door, before stepping into the room where Seles was currently sitting.
"Ah, Sarah, please come in." Seles welcomed the girl, standing to greet her. "How are you feeling, did you sleep well?"
"Yes, I feel fine, but uh, what you were talking about just now..."
"Hmm I had hoped we wouldn't wake you, but we were being rather loud I fear. It is perhaps, not how I would have chosen to tell you, but there is something you need to know. First; however, I would like to hear what you remember from last night."
"Last night? It's morning already?" Sarah asked, surprised. She had certainly not expected to spend the night in this place, and she had never called her mother to tell her she'd be late.
"Yes, it seems you were quite exhausted. Please do not be concerned, there is no school today, as you know, and I took the liberty of calling your home. I spoke with your mother and told her I was the mother of a new friend, and you wanted to sleep over. She gave consent quite readily."
"Well I guess it's alright then..." Sarah wasn't sure how Seles had managed to get her home phone number, but she decided that question could wait. "But as for last night...It's strange. I can't really remember much. I remember arriving here, and I talked with you for a few minutes, but then my memory's all fuzzy. The next thing I can really remember is waking up. Everything in between seems like a half-remembered dream. I remember flying, and lots of bright lights, but that's about it."
"Well that is to be expected. You touched the Void for the first time last night, and hopefully for the last time as well. The Void drew you in deeper and faster than anyone else I have ever seen. While you were under it's influence you...did something. I'm sure you'll see or hear about it soon enough anyway, but you need to understand that nothing that happened was your fault."
"Okaaay." Sarah said slowly, she was still confused as to what was going on. "So 'the void' 'the darkness' and 'the mist' are all the same thing right?"
"Indeed, three names for one enemy. A force incredibly powerful, as you realized last night, yet it tries to tempt Gifted with this power, to ensnare them with it. You wielded the Void more powerfully than anyone I have ever seen. You used the void to pour into a number of girls, quite a large number actually."
Sarah was trying to listen intently to what Seles was saying, Seles seemed to think it was very important, but Sarah found it hard to focus. Mist was floating around the room, just lazily drifting, seemingly unaffected by any draft in the house or the movement of Seles' hands, but whenever Sarah took a breath, the mist seemed to pull in closer to Sarah's body and it would twirl around whenever she moved.
"Are you listening?" Seles didn't sound particularly mad, but Sarah still blushed when she looked back up at Seles.
"Oh yeah, sorry. It's just, I can't believe this mist was really here all the time and I just couldn't see it."
"Yes, I can understand the feeling, but I am sure you will soon become accustomed to its presence. For all but Seekers, the mist remains mostly hidden, only becoming truly visible when focused upon. Even I barely notice it with my good eye." Seles explained gesturing to her normal looking green eye, her ominous looking black eye hidden behind her bangs. "You need only be concerned if the mist becomes dark, that indicates the Void has turned its attention upon you.
"O-of course." Sarah nodded, looking once more at the pale, thick mist that somehow did not obscure her vision, despite its apparent thickness. "What were you saying?"
"Well...It seems you, under the influence of the Void, caused a number of girls to have accidents. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, it goes against what we stand for here, but it was not you, rather the Void acting through you. The problem here is that you targeted more than just a couple of girls; your power was amplified by the Void, and you touched the entire student body of an all girls school." Seles spoke gently, as though trying to convince herself of something as she continued. "It's not your fault obviously, but you caused almost two hundred girls to have accidents simultaneously."
"Oh..."
"This event will no doubt bring unwanted attention on this city, we will likely have to relocate sooner than we planned. I'm afraid the even was more than just a mass wetting. No doubt by using your Gift you have caused numerous accidents over the years, but what happened yesterday was different, the Gifts are of Control, but the power that you wielded was of the Void. The Void entered those girls, not just the contents of your bladder, the Void overwhelmed their Control. Every person is different, some have more of Control in them, and others have more of the Void, but when each of those girls were overwhelmed by the Void, many of them lost the Control they had. The scout I sent to investigate has reported that many of the girls are now unable to control their bladders. They have lost Control, this will only serve to strengthen the Void, so this is a huge blow to our efforts against the void. The scout I sent was upset about the outcome, that was the conversation that likely woke you earlier." Seles grew more and more animated, she did not seem particularly angry, but rather desperate for Sarah to understand something.
"I-I'm sorry." Sarah was slightly overwhelmed by all the information that was just thrust upon her, but she still felt like she had disappointed Seles in some way, despite the woman's friendly tone.
"Like I said, I do not blame you for this. I only blame the Void. What has been done, is done. We can only concern ourselves with what we will do moving forward. And as for that, I would like to speak with you about joining us here as a Daughter of the Gift. With your abilities, we can strike back at the Void two-fold."
"Seles....do you need to pee?" Sarah asked rather suddenly
"I-uh what?" Seles was clearly caught off guard, but Sarah finally realized what had been bothering her.
The mist was still swirling around Seles, but right where Sarah imagined her bladder would be there was a light. The light was glowing rather brightly, and once Sarah noticed the light it was too distracting to simply ignore. As she continued to stare at it, the light seemed to take on a shape, it wasn't a shape Sarah recognized, but she still felt sure it was Seles' bladder. The light was almost full, with just a little bit of empty space left at the top.
"Well," Sarah started, tilting her head in confusion. "I'm not completely sure, but I think I can see your bladder, and it looks just about full."
"I-That's impossible, I mean I know your power seems unusual, but...Tell me exactly what you see." Seles looked uncertain now.
As Sarah tried to explain exactly what she could see, Seles' face barely betrayed any emotion, but Sarah could see in her visible eye that she was surprised, shocked even.
"It's exactly as you say, there's no doubt then, you have a Seeker's eyes. That makes you a Seeker, as well as a Conduit. I'll have to do more research on this subject, and perhaps see if you have any other Gifts as well. Ah!" Seles cut herself off and bent forward. According to what Sarah saw, there was no longer any empty space in Seles' light; her bladder was completely full.
"Are you okay? Shouldn't you go to the bathroom before you have an accident?"
"No no, I'm okay. I had one of our Sealers place a seal on me. All the girls here undergo this type of training regularly. It is designed to increase our capacity, and thereby our Control. I will make sure to have the seal removed before it becomes dangerous, but for now I have trained my self to maintain composure under such circumstances, as would be necessary in battle."
"I see..." Sarah was used to her bladder being uncomfortably full, but she still couldn't imagine anyone going through that discomfort for some sort of training. Even after everything she had seen and heard since coming to this place, Sarah couldn't help but still feel skeptical about everything these people seemed to believe.
Good versus Evil, Light versus Dark, this sort of thing doesn't actually exist does it? Sarah thought to herself. But these powers are definitely real, and these people sure seem to know a lot more about them than I do.
"Sarah." Seles started speaking once more with her usual air of importance. "I will not ask you to swear yourself to our sisterhood today, but I would ask that you return here with Aiwren so that you might learn our history and understand our cause. During that time I hope that we may learn the extent of your unique powers and perhaps you will come to fight alongside us as well."
"Oh-uh sure...I want to learn about my powers too. I guess I can come here after school again some time."
"Splendid." Seles moved towards the door and gestured for Sarah to do the same. "I have duties I must see to. Feel free to look around here if you wish, Aiwren should be here somewhere. Otherwise I do hope to see you again soon."
"Goodbye then, Seles."
"Farewell," Seles paused and turned back towards Sarah. "One final thing, if I may. I realize you are in a rather unique situation, because you are unable to pee, the only way you can relieve yourself is by filling another. Generally, such practices are frowned upon by our order; especially in the case of Founts, who fill others with small amounts of the Void itself. I realize you are a Conduit, but there is still a saying we have: 'Cherish the pain of holding, for it shall bring you closer to Control, but the uncontrolled release feeds only the Void.' I would ask that when you transfer your urine to another, you do not fill them to the point of having an accident."
"I can try." Sarah responded, noncommittally.
"Hmmm, I suppose that is all I can ask for." And with that, Seles swept away down the hall.
Sarah turned back towards where she thought the entrance to this building was, and began walking. After two dead-ends and a stairway that lead only to an empty room, Sarah finally had to admit that she was lost in the building she had previously thought of as small. Giving up on her quest for the exit, Sarah decided it would be faster to find someone who could tell her how to get out of this place. The only problem was Sarah hadn't seen another living soul since she parted with Seles. Sarah returned to her wandering, but this time she opened every unlocked door she came to, hoping there would be someone inside, but to no avail. All the doors Sarah tried either led to deserted rooms, or more doors. Finally, Sarah opened an old worn wooden door that appeared to contain some sort of exercise room. Sarah was relieved to hear the sounds of someone inside, so she stepped into the room, eager to get on her way.
"Ha...ha...ah" There was a girl, about Sarah's height, but with short cropped brown hair, she was currently ferociously attacking a punching bag. After several more punches and a devastating kick, the girl spotted Sarah in the mirrors that coated the back wall of the room. As the punching bag still swayed ominously, the girl turned towards Sarah, with the same scowl she had while she was fighting imaginary opponents.
"Uh, Hi" Sarah nervously spoke to the unfriendly looking girl. "I'm a bit lost, and I was wondering if you could tell me how to get out of this place."
"You don't belong here." The girl's frightening attitude showed no sign of lightening.
"Oh, sorry if I was interrupting you, I wasn't trying to go into restricted areas, but, like I said, I'm lost."
"You don't belong here." The girl repeated. "In this building, this place is meant for those who fight the Void. All you've done since you arrived is help the Void, and destroy the lives of those two hundred girls."
Sarah finally realized that she recognized this girl's voice, she had been the one arguing with Seles when Sarah woke up. It seemed like she still blamed Sarah for what she had done the night before.
"I'm sorry for whatever it was that happened, but that wasn't my fault, Seles said..."
"Oh I know very well what Seles said. She said what she had to say, that she will overlook the atrocities you committed so she can make use of your abilities." The girl had her hands clenched into fists, and Sarah found herself backing up as the girl slowly walked towards her.
"Maybe I should go." Sarah was becoming uncomfortable with this angry looking girl, and it was obvious that she wasn't interested in helping Sarah.
The girl ignored Sarah's words and continued her approach.
"What makes you so special, huh? You nearly get taken by the Void and suddenly you're her favorite? You help the Void destroy people's lives, and you get praised for it? IT"S NOT FAIR!"
The girls sudden shouting startled Sarah and caused her to flinch as she backed up into the wall. There was no where left for her to retreat, there were a couple of doors along the wall, but Sarah couldn't remember which one she had entered through.
"WHY SHOULD YOU GET TO LIVE BUT MY FAMILY HAVE TO DIE? WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE IF MY SISTER IS DEAD?"
Sarah stood frozen as the girl in front of her continued to rage; in fact, it wasn't just Sarah that was frozen. The mist that had been gently swirling around the room as usual had gone completely still. Sarah watched as the mist surrounding the other girl was suddenly repelled, leaving the girl standing in an open area, devoid of the mist.
"THE VOID TOOK MY FAMILY AWAY FROM ME. I'LL DESTROY IT, STARTING WITH ANYONE WHO SERVES THE VOID." The girl was still shouting, but it sounded as though all the emotion had left her voice. She looked at Sarah, her eyes had turned completely white, and she showed a sinister smile as she continued speaking. "Someone like you."
Sarah lurched back instinctively as the other girl lunged forward towards her. Sarah had watched the girl train with the punching bag earlier, if it came down to a direct fight, Sarah would surely lose. Sarah continued to back away, keeping a close eye on the girl, Sarah eyed the doors that were now on the other side of her opponent.
"You are an evil creature, you should be killed before you can do more harm." The girl's voice no longer sounded like her own, perhaps it was due to the complete absence of emotion.
Sarah could only think of one way to fight the girl, so she immediately threw all of the liquid in her bladder at the girl, but something stopped it short. Sarah could still feel the liquid in her bladder, but when she tried to fill the girl's bladder, something got in the way, a barrier of some kind.
Another smile appeared on the approaching girl's face. "Oh, didn't you know? I'm a shield. You won't be able to win like that." The girl lunged at Sarah again. This time, Sarah wasn't quite as fast with her dodging. A hardened fist caught Sarah in the side, and she went tumbling away from the impact, unsteadily regaining her feet. Sarah was grasping her side, but the pain was deadened by the adrenalin pounding through her system. This girl was actually trying to kill her.
Just what have I gotten myself into? Sarah thought to herself as she tried to circle back towards one of the doors without making her intentions obvious.
"I'm sorry for whatever happened to your family, but I had nothing to do with that." Sarah desperately tried to reason with the girl who had now planted herself firmly between Sarah and the doors. "I came here to help you fight the Void, you don't have to do this."
"We don't need your help. An abomination like you should just DIE." The girl aimed a kick at Sarah's head, and Sarah felt the foot barely pass over the top of her head as she scrambled on all fours past the girl. Sarah abandoned all pretense, and turned her back on the other girl as she ran for the nearest door and yanked on the handle. The door did not open.
"Huh?" Sarah tried again, but no matter which way she pushed or pulled the door, it would not open. There was no visible lock or keyhole on the door, but something was holding it shut.
"Hahahaha." An eerie laugh filled the room, a laugh devoid of emotion. "Do you still not understand the situation? Let me enlighten you."
Sarah cried out as she was slammed against the door from behind. A vice like grip gripped her neck from behind, and Sarah was dragged back towards the center of the room.
"You are an unwanted abomination; so you must die."
Sarah's vision was still blurry, and as her sight sharpened, she saw her attacker retrieving what looked like a wooden sword from a cabinet in one corner of the room. Sarah struggled to rise, but she barely managed to sit up before she was thrown back to the ground. The girl mounted Sarah's chest and pressed the sword against Sarah's throat.
Sarah coughed and chocked as she struggled to draw breath. Her vision grew blurry once again as her brain was deprived of oxygen, or was it because the mists seemed to grow thicker? The mist looked like they were swirling faster than before, they seemed to be spinning around the room.
As Sarah lay staring at the ceiling, the spinning mists made her almost forget that she was dying. Sarah supposed that must be what this feeling was; it didn't feel so bad. The pain in her side was all but gone, and she was feeling warm now. The edges of her vision were going dark, but she could still see the mists spinning above her, she liked watching them, at least they would be with her when she died. No, you have to keep going, a voice seemed to whisper in Sarah's ear. Why? Sarah asked herself, what was the point in struggling when it would be so much easier to just fall asleep. Sarah's eyelids started to droop as she stared at the mists. She wished she could touch them, before the end came. Why can't I? Sarah wondered, and when no voice answered, Sarah reached out and touched the mists, not with her hands, but she touched them all the same.
The mists were warm, Sarah was starting to feel cold now, so she pulled some of the warm mists inside of her. The mists shone from inside her, it was so bright. Sarah felt pain now, why did it hurt? Wasn't it all over already? She needed to pee, it hurt so much now. There was a girl on top of her, so Sarah tried to push some of the light into her, not too much, Sarah wanted to stay warm. Something stopped the light, the girl was completely dark, no light at all inside of her. Sarah felt an overwhelming sadness for the girl. Desperate to help, Sarah threw all of her light at the girl, it wouldn't go through. Sarah was getting cold again. Sarah tried one last time, she could feel the liquid light from her bladder desperately trying to enter the other girl, Sarah continued to push with everything she had, until she finally felt something give way. The light streamed into the other girl, she was glowing beautifully now, Sarah collapsed back happy. Sarah was almost dark now, she just needed to close her eyes and drift away.
"NOOOO!" A loud scream startled Sarah back to her senses, the fact that she was even alive surprised Sarah. As she struggled to come to grips with the situation she realized there was a heavy weight on her lower body. Sarah propped herself up on her elbows and a wooden sword clattered to the ground from where it had lay upon Sarah's neck. Staring at the girl who had come very close to killing her, Sarah watched as the girl kneeled on Sarah's legs, with both hands thrust between her legs, and a wet spot on her grey sweat pants.
"Control is absolute, there is no room for weakness." The girl's voice still sounded inhuman, but it was now tinged with emotion and desperation.
Sarah watched as the mists that had previously been held back at a great distance from the girl, slowly crept back, twisting through the air. Until finally, the mist touched her. The girl cried out again, and Sarah felt her own crotch become soaked with warm wetness as the girl lost control on top of Sarah. The girl's pants became significantly darker and wetter as she continued peeing for more than a minute, Sarah lay still while she became soaked by the other girl's pee, weak from her near death experience and unsure if she was still in danger from the peeing girl. Once the stream of urine finally stopped the girl collapsed, apparently unconscious. Sarah slid out from under the girl and rose to unsteady feet, despite almost dying, she seemed to be in fairly good shape. Her side stung a bit where she had been struck, but Sarah made it to the door that refused to open before without any problem. Trying the door again, Sarah was surprised to see that the door now swung open easily.
"Sarah? I didn't know you were still here. Are you okay?" It was Aiwren, looking concerned. "I heard shouts, but the door wouldn't open, and why are you all wet?" Aiwren looked down at Sarah's soaked pants.
"It's a long story." Sarah felt relieved she had found someone who was less likely to attack her. "Basically that girl over there went crazy and attacked me, but I managed to stop her somehow."
"Wha-" Aiwren looked shocked, she glanced passed Sarah at the unconscious girl laying in a yellow puddle. "Elizabeth? Really? And you were able to beat her? But why would she attack you?"
"I'm not really sure what happened, but I don't think she was herself. At first she was just angry at me because of what I did with the Void, but then she changed. I think something took control of her and tried to kill me."
"We should tell Seles about this, and you should see a doctor to make sure you're alright, there's a doctor close by, I can take you there, oh and I should have someone check on Elizabeth too." Aiwren spoke quickly, obviously shaken by the recent events.
"Slow down Aiwren, everything's going to be fine." Sarah found it odd to be comforting the someone else when she herself had almost died, but Aiwren was obviously more distraught than Sarah was. "Why don't you go get Seles...Ah but before you do that, can you show me the way out of here? That's what I was looking for when I stumbled upon Elizabeth here."
"Oh, of course...but wait, you shouldn't leave now. You need to see Seles, and you should rest."
"I'm fine, really. And I already stayed out all night yesterday, I should go home before my mom starts freaking out. You just tell Seles what happened, and make sure Elizabeth is alright. And I'll talk to you tomorrow, hopefully Seles will have some answers before then."
"Ah...okay then. I'll show you the exit." Aiwren was obviously less than happy about Sarah's plan, but she wasn't willing to argue it further.
"Thanks" Sarah followed Aiwren down several twisting hallways, through a number of doors, and around several corners until they finally arrived in front of the entrance Sarah remembered.
After another short farewell, Sarah walked through the door, and soon found herself back outside. She took a deep breath before wincing and grabbing her injured side. It wasn't a terrible wound, but it would probably leave a nasty bruise.
Sarah made her way back to the train station, before she realized why it seemed like people were looking at her funny. Sarah looked down and remembered that her pants were badly stained from the accident Elizabeth had. Sarah wished she had asked Aiwren for a change of pants before leaving, now it looked like Sarah had peed herself. Sarah blushed as another group of girls passed, obviously noticing Sarah's apparent accident. It had been so long since Sarah had been able to have accidents, she had forgotten how embarrassing it could be.
Sarah tried to distract herself from the attention her wet pants were attracting, she watched as the mists twirled and danced through the air. It was a shame most people would never see them, they were quite beautiful. People didn't even disturb the mist, it just continued to flow normally, no matter how people moved. Except for Sarah that is; she swept her arm through the mists, lazily tracing a pattern in them. A train pulled into the station, it wasn't Sarah's, so she went back to looking around.
Sarah spotted something strange on the far side of the station, across several sets of tracks. The mist seemed to be pulsing, it would compress for half a second, and then it would expand again. This pattern continued several times in the minute that Sarah was watching. After the train pulled away, and Sarah could see clearly to the other side of the tracks, Sarah saw a person standing in the middle of the mists that were behaving so strangely. It looked like a girl, but she was wearing some kind of hood and she was too far away for Sarah to see clearly. Sarah stepped forward, nearing the edge of the station, trying to get a clearer look at the girl. Sarah saw the girl smile, it looked like she was looking at Sarah. The girl raised one of her hands to her mouth and nod. Sarah took another half step towards the girl and open her mouth slightly in her curiosity.
Two arms wrapped roughly around Sarah, but before she could scream, another hand pressed a damp rag up against her mouth and nose. Sarah smelled some sort of chemical as her body went numb and her mind grew hazy. Before she lost consciousness completely, she felt her assailants lay her gently down, and the last thing she saw was the mist swirling as it was traced through the air in strange patterns by every move these unfamiliar individuals made.
"We've got her, we're coming back now." |
Well it's been way too long coming, but better late than never I suppose. Enjoy
Chapter 7
I know what my purpose is; I have always known. Long ago I came to peace with what I would eventually have to do. There is so much pain and suffering in this world, if there was a way to lessen it anyone would do what they could to help, right? People have started dying, innocent girls have been found, collapsed in pools of blood and urine. The Council is investigating exactly what the cause is, but I already know, it's the Void. I hope the time comes soon, if there's a way to stop the Void, I have to try. Soon no one will have to suffer anymore.
--The Chosen of the Gift
Aiwren strode purposefully down the hall, stopping at the open door and standing in the doorway observing the room's occupants. Seles was crouched, speaking in soft tones to Elizabeth, who was laying in bed looking exhausted. Straightening up, and noticing Aiwren standing in the doorway, Seles told Elizabeth to get some rest and walked out of the room, taking Aiwren with her.
"How is she?" Aiwren asked.
"She'll live. She's just exhausted, and she doesn't remember too much of what happened. The Conduit's touch can be rough..." Seles paused and glanced down the deserted hallway. "There's something else...the Conduit, Sarah, she broke Elizabeth's shield."
"What? How is that possible? Nothing can get past a Shield, can it?"
"I'm not sure about anything anymore, that girl doesn't seem to be bound by the same rules as the rest of us. Will you go bring Sarah here, I would like to speak with her."
"Ah...about that, she already went home. She left right after the fight was over."
"What? Are you sure?" Seles looked worried now. "From what I gathered from 'Liz, Sarah should have been in even worse shape, don't you think it's strange that she just walked away like nothing happened. She almost died, she should have died from what I can tell. I've got a bad feeling about this, the Void is behind this somehow."
"Well she did say she would come back tomorrow, so maybe you'll be able to figure out what happened then."
"I don't like this, Elizabeth was our best Shield, and one of our strongest fighters. She's always been a bit too emotional maybe, but I don't understand what could have happened. You have Sarah's address, yes?" Barely waiting for Aiwren's nod, Seles continued. "Go to her house, make sure she got home safely. Somehow that girl is important, I wouldn't want anything to happen to her."
"Of course, I'll go check on her right away..." Aiwren slowly trailed off as Seles walked away in the opposite direction without so much as a glance back at Aiwren. With a light sigh, Aiwren started towards the entrance. Things were so much simpler before she showed up. Aiwren thought with a smile. At least I can be sure nothing will be boring anymore.
Aiwren left the building, mentally plotting the path to her friend's house. Friend. I've never had a friend before. The others barely tolerate me, just because I'm a Fount they think of me as tainted because I draw from the Void. It's not like I asked to be this way, this 'gift' is why I never had friends even before Seles found me. Aiwren thought back to when her ability first developed. She couldn't remember exactly when she noticed something was different, it was hard to explain. It was like flexing a muscle she never knew she had, once she used it, touching it again felt completely natural. It wouldn't have been a problem if she had been able to control the Gift.
As she boarded a train, Aiwren became lost in troubled memories.
"Sasha peed her pants!" One of the boys called out, eliciting laughter from the class room.
"Oh Sasha, is that true?" The teacher asked, unnecessarily as the puddle spread from under a red faced Sasha.
"It's not my fault!" Sasha said angrily. "She did this." pointing at Aiwren.
"Sasha, everyone has accidents sometimes, it's no one's fault. It's okay, just go get your change of clothes from the nurse's office."
Embarrassment winning out over her anger, Sasha ran out of the room, hands ineffectually covering the newly formed wet spot on the back of her skirt.
"Hmm" The teacher gazed at the puddle of liquid and trail of drops that had marked Sasha's swift exit. "I'll go find a janitor, you children behave yourselves now."
As soon as the door had closed behind the teacher, talking and laughter started up once more.
"Ha, maybe the curse is real after all, what is that, the third girl this week to have an accident?"
"Oh come on, you believe in curses? Sasha's a total baby, I bet she has accidents all the time. Did you see the way she tried to blame Aiwren when 'she' was the one who peed her pants?"
"You never know, maybe it was Aiwren, Aiwren's Curse." The kids started laughing, but the laughter was stifled as the door opened to reveal Sash, still blushing red, now wearing a pair of blue jeans.
Sasha kept her nose in the air, and refused to acknowledge anyone as she walked back to her desk adjacent to Aiwren. Just as she sat down, Aiwren tried to warn the girl.
"No, don't sit down..." She was too late.
Sasha's eyes opened wide in horror as she stared down in disbelief. She was currently sitting in the puddle she had made just a few minutes before. Jeans now soaking wet, Sasha jumped up with a cry of disgust and ran out of the room for the second time. Before the door could swing shut, it was pushed open by a bewildered looking teacher followed by the janitor.
"Did she have another accident so soon?" She looked slightly concerned. "I should go check to make sure she's alright." As the teacher left, the poor janitor began cleaning the mess left by Sasha.
The teacher soon reappeared and called the class to order. "I know there has been some unforeseen excitement today, but I would ask all of you to try and be mature about the situation. I have a favor to ask one of you now, because Sasha now finds herself without a clean change of clothes if there is a girl who is willing to let Sasha wear the spare clothes you have left with the nurse it would be very much appreciated." No one spoke up immediately as the teacher looked around with a smile. "If you're concerned about lending out your underwear, don't worry, the nurse provided a diaper for Sasha, she only needs a pair of pants or a skirt, and I'll make sure she returns it." The teacher continued smiling, seemingly oblivious to how her statements could embarrass the absent Sasha.
"Please Miss, Sasha can use my clothes." Aiwren said raising her hand. Aiwren was still unsure whether it was possible that she really was to blame for Sasha's accident, but she wanted to help the girl regardless.
"Ah thank you very much Aiwren, you're clothes might be a bit small for Sasha, but it'll be better than nothing." The teacher smiled broadly as she left the classroom once more.
When the teacher returned once more, she was now followed by a very red faced Sasha clad in a very short skirt. Under normal circumstances the skirt would have sent Sasha to the principle's office for violating the school code of conduct, but under the current circumstances the skirt only served to display the absorbent undergarments that Sasha was now wearing.
Aiwren couldn't remember exactly when it was that the rest of the students turned on her, but she always wondered if Sasha knew more than she let on. After all, it was her accusation that paved the way for the whispers that soon started about the real cause of all the wet panties in the school. After the accidents continued to occur, with Aiwren was always close at hand, unable to control her powers, the whispers about a curse grew louder. Before long everyone avoided her completely, and the number of accidents lessened, which only served to further confirm everyone's suspicions. Aiwren's Curse, they called it. Even now Aiwren had a hard time just thinking about those days. Aiwren was scared enough just trying to figure out what was happening to her, the isolation and suspicion of the other kids was too much for her. If Seles hadn't found her and recruited Aiwren when she did, Aiwren worried she might have done something foolish and permanent.
But that's all in the past now. Aiwren thought, trying to dispel the painful memories with a smile. Now I'm in full control of my Gift, and I've even made a friend.
Finally snapping out of her deep train of thought, Aiwren looked around, surprised to notice she had arrived at her destination. She had been so lost in thought she barely remembered getting off the train.
Aiwren looked at the note in her phone, confirming the house address. This is it. Aiwren suddenly felt nervous, but she paused only briefly before striding up to the front door of the house and knocking.
She waited for a moment before wondering just what exactly she was going to say to Sarah. 'Sarah, your powers are really weird and Seles thinks you might get into trouble, so I'm here to keep an eye on you....'
"Yeah, somehow I don't think that'll go over very well." Aiwren knocked again on the door, more firmly this time.
What if she's not home?
What if her parents answer the door, what do I say then?
'Hi, I'm a friend of Sarah's that you've never met or heard about, can I come inside your house?'
What if she doesn't actually think we're friends? I mean we did just meet yesterday, but I mean...
Aiwren's panicked thoughts were cut short as the door finally opened before her, revealing a girl, older than Aiwren, who was definitely not Sarah.
"Hello, I'm a friend of Sarah's. Is she here right now?" Aiwren asked in a voice that was slightly louder than necessary.
"Oh hi, how are you? Come in, come in. I'll go tell Sarah that you're here." The girl stepped back out of the doorway as she graciously welcomed Aiwren inside.
"I don't think we've met before, I'm Aiwren." Aiwren's voice was still a bit higher pitched than usual as she walked inside the house.
"Nice to meet you Aiwren, my name is Deena, I'm Sarah's sister."
Behind Aiwren, the door swung shut.
Aiwren stood awkwardly in the kitchen until she heard footsteps coming back down the stairs. It was Deena.
"Sarah said she'll be right down, she's in the bathroom right now."
"What is she doing in the bathroom?" Aiwren asked curiously, before she realized her mistake. Sarah must not have told her family about her Gifts, it had been the same with Aiwren, there was no way you could tell this sort of thing to anyone and expect them to not freak out.
"Oh who can say, there's any number of things a girl her age could be doing in there. I'm sure you understand." The girl answered with a half smile. "Now, can I get you anything to drink? Water? Juice? Soda? ...Beer?" She added with a wink.
"Ah, no thank you. I'm alright." Aiwren desperately cast about for something to say as she felt increasingly awkward under the gaze of the older girl. "So do you have any other brothers or sisters other than Sarah?"
"Nope, it's just me and Sarah. The house is always so quiet, you should feel free to come over more often. Sarah doesn't have many friends, but I've heard all about you from Sarah."
"Really?" Aiwren was a bit surprised.
"Of course." Deena handed Aiwren a glass of water, despite her earlier refusal. "I remember just last week she was telling me some funny story about something you said in class."
Aiwren stared into the water she was holding, before raising her head and looking at the other girl's friendly smile.
"It's funny...I just transferred to Sarah's school yesterday, that was the first time I met her."
Deena's eager smile dissolved into a look of cool calculation.
"I don't suppose you'll drink that water if I ask you nicely? No?"
Blood pounded in Aiwren's ears as she let go of the glass, and it seemed to remain stationary for a moment before starting it's slow decent to the kitchen floor. Aiwren slammed a torrent of liquid into Deena's bladder, but the girl didn't even flinch as a flood of pee instantly poured out of her, soaking her clothes before puddling on the floor. It didn't matter how hard Aiwren pushed, the girl's bladder was voiding as fast as Aiwren was filling it.
Aiwren's mind barely had time to process the events before Deena lunged towards Aiwren. Faster than what seemed possible, the girl was on top of Aiwren.
"Plan B works too." Aiwren heard Deena say as the sound of shattering glass sent a pool of water to join the incredible puddle of pee that was already spreading across the floor. "Just sleep, it'll be easier that way." Deena's hands had found their place around Aiwren's neck, and Aiwren's vision was rapidly fading.
Just before she lost consciousness, Aiwren felt her own bladder give out, and had one final muddled thought pass sluggishly through her mind.
Sorry about the floor Sarah, it must be a mess. |
Well this chapter is rather short, and there is no omo-content, just 'plot', but I wanted to let anyone who still remembers this story know that I haven't forgotten about it. I hope you still enjoy it, even with out the omorashi.
Chapter 8
I do not know if anyone shall ever read this account, but I fear it is the only chance anyone has of correcting all the mistakes I have made. Nothing is as I thought it was, if anyone survives what is coming and finds this journal, know this: take nothing for granted, there are those who will seek to mislead and use you, as they have me. I cannot escape, I know that. I will do what I can, but I fear I will lose more than just my eye in the next ritual. I speak now to the next chosen, I know there will be another, there must be. I can not tell you which choice is right, if I am right, everything will have changed by your time. Trust your heart, and it will not fail you; trust your mind, and it will not deceive you. They will be coming for me soon, I hope you will fare better than I have. Do not mourn me when I am gone, I have long been willing to die for what I believe, it's only recently that what I believe has changed. I can hear her now, my time is up, I pray that I am the only one who must die.
Editor's note: So ends the account of the last Chosen of the Gift. As is apparent, the Chosen was driven mad by the Void in her final days, leading to her now infamous betrayal at the Shrine of Transference. The journal as a whole consists of wonderful insights into the various aspects of the Gift as well as eloquent warnings against the void, it is for these reasons the journal has been preserved and copied for use in instruction of new sisters. Due to the shocking and blasphemous nature of some later passages, only limited copies will remain unedited, these copies must be regulated.
--The Chosen of the Gift
As far as kidnappings go, Sarah had to admit that it could be a lot worse, not that she had ever been kidnapped before. She looked around the room again. It felt like it had been several hours since she had awoken on the soft bed she now sat on. There was no window, and the door didn't open, but other than that the room was the picture of comfort. There was a tray of food on a round wooden table that Sarah had been snacking on. A bookshelf held an impressive number of books, but Sarah had yet to examine it to see if any caught her interest. There was even a bathroom complete with a shower. Sarah had no way of knowing what time it was or how long she had been in this room. When she had first woken up in the strange room she had been scared, but now that she had time settle down and explore her current situation.
Well. Sarah thought to herself. There's no way out here except that locked door. I might as well relax, because until someone comes and gets me I don't think I'm getting out of here. Surely Mom will have called the cops by now, although I guess I've stayed over at a friend's house without telling her before....but I'm sure when I don't show up at school someone will notice...I hope.
Deciding that she needed to relax, Sarah stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Pulling off her now dry, but still stained, pants, Sarah stripped off the rest of her clothes and felt to make sure the water was suitably warm before stepping into the shower. Sarah closed her eyes as she let the water pour over her body. The water was so hot it was almost scalding, but to Sarah it felt as though all the hardships and worries she had over the past few days were melting away. Time seemed a distant, unimportant concept as Sarah stood amidst the torrent of water. Sarah watched as the mist from the hot water swirled around the shower, or was that a different kind of Mist? Sarah couldn't tell, but she didn't care as she felt herself be enveloped in its warm embrace.
Do not be afraid; for I am with you.
"Well I wasn't particularly afraid, but okay." Sarah responded as she closed her eyes and tried to let the warmth sink into her bones so she would never have to be cold again. Sarah cracked one eye open and glanced around. "Who are you anyway?"
I am one who has been through the struggles you have yet to face. You are special Sarah, this world has needed you for longer than you can imagine.
Briefly wondering at the sensibility of conversing with a disembodied voice, Sarah found that she could not bring herself to feel worried. There was something about the voice that felt familiar, that felt safe. "What exactly do you mean by 'Special?'"
You are the true Chosen of the Gift, a long time ago I thought I was Chosen, and with my fateful pride I caused great harm to this world. You are the only one who can set things right.
"You sure know how to speak in riddles, don't you? You still haven't answered my first question: Who are you?"
Sarah felt adrenalin pour into her blood stream as a deep booming voice rang out all around her.
I am the Voice that calls orders to the warrior in the heat of battle, turning the tide.
It was a different voice now, softer and gentler, it made Sarah feel calm and safe.
I am the Voice that speaks mercy in the ear of the enraged, staying their sword.
I am the Voice that colors the world of the artist, showing them beauty.
Sarah stared in amazement as light shined on the water creating beautiful patterns in the air, as every drop of water created a work of art no one would ever see.
I am the Voice that sings to the musician, teaching them to dance.
Sarah listened as every sound became a symphony, each sound layering upon the last, creating the most beautiful harmony Sarah had ever heard. She felt the Mist take her hand and spin her around slowly as they danced to the music of the world. When the music finally faded Sarah felt tears silently roll down her cheeks. She was not sad that the music was over, but rather she was so filled with joy at experiencing something so beautiful.
I am the Voice that whispers in the lover's ear at night, bringing them true pleasure.
Sarah felt the Voice lay her down as the water warmed her. Sarah closed her eyes and the Voice caressed her gently. Sarah gasped in pleasure as she felt her breath catch in her chest. Her back arched as waves of pleasure wracked through her entire body. Sarah felt her mind drift away as every thought and sensation became pure pleasure.
As Sarah returned to her senses, she slowly stood back up, still panting.
I have a thousand Voices, from a thousand different lives.
It sounded like a multitude of voice were all speaking at one time, making the Voice impossibly deep and rich.
More recently, I have been called the Voice, the Mist, or the Void.
The Voice once again sounded like a young woman as it had originally
"You're the Void?" Sarah asked trying to keep up.
I am not an all consuming entity of eternal darkness if that's what you mean, I am simply telling you what I have been called. I've never been terribly fond of that name, 'the Void' it sounds so sinister.
"Right..." Sarah was more than a little bit confused by the recent events. "Wait, you said you used to be like me, 'Chosen' you said, you must have had a name? A body? Right?"
I suppose it would make this a bit easier.
"I've never been big on titles anyway." The Voice sounded as though it solidified, it was only coming from one direction now, instead of emanating out of the mist all around. "You can call me Khalan."
Sarah stared in amazement, surprised that anything could amaze her after everything she had seen. The mist condensed into a human form, it was a girl, not much older than Sarah by the looks of it.
"Pleasure to finally meet you in person Sarah." The Mist, no....Khalan bowed elegantly, made slightly less elegant by the fact that she was completely naked. Khalan had long dark red hair that reached most of the way down her back.
"H-Hi, nice to meet you." Sarah reached out and grabbed hold of the girl who had just materialized out of mist, squeezing her shoulders and arms, before bringing the girl's hands to her own face, trying to convince herself that this was all real.
"Hey now, I know you're at that age, but you shouldn't just use my body to fulfill all you're desires."
"What? No. I wasn't, I mean..." Sarah blushed letting go of Khalan's hands, using her own hands to try and conserve her modesty. Suddenly very aware of the fact that they were both naked, Sarah couldn't quite figure out where to look, so she finally turned around and faced the wall. "I just wanted to make sure you were real."
"Oh I'm very real." Sarah felt Khalan wrap her arms around Sarah's stomach, her breasts pressing firmly against Sarah's back. "Do you want to discover just how real I am?"
"Eep." Sarah yelped as she felt Khalan's hands start to wander. Quickly disentangling herself from the other girl she hurriedly stepped out of the shower. Breathing heavily as she heard the water in the shower shut off, Sarah managed to convince herself that the shower was the only reason she was feeling so hot, and wet, she tried to busy herself by drying her dripping body with a towel as Khalan stepped out of the shower.
"Sorry, Sorry." Khalan apologized as she glanced around the bathroom. "I shouldn't have teased you like that, I sometimes forget that you just met me. I've been watching you for your whole life, so I feel like I already know you."
"You've been watching me?" Sarah asked, as Khalan bent over to search the cupboards beneath the sink for another towel. "My whole life."
"Yep." Khalan looked back at Sarah over her shoulder and winked. "I told you you're special Sarah."
Sarah blushed and quickly averted her eyes while Khalan straightened up and vigorously dried her hair with her newly acquired towel.
"This is just to much take in, are you sure this isn't some hallucination from whatever chemicals i was knocked out with? Is this all just in my head?"
"Of course this is in your head. Time to wake up, OoooOOOOoooOOOoo" Khalan wiggled her arms at Sarah and continued to moan in a poor imitation of a ghost. Sarah stared at Khalan who continued waving her arms and trying not to laugh until she finally couldn't keep a straight face and collapsed to the floor in a heap of laughter.
"Remind me to never try and get a straight answer out of you." Sarah sighed and threw her towel at Khalan who was still laughing. "Now what happened to my clothes?" Sarah noticed for the first time that her the pile of clothes she had left by the bathroom door was gone.
Cautiously, Sarah poked her head out of the bathroom, once she was satisfied there was no one in the room she stepped out of the bathroom. There was a new tray of food on the table and on the bed there was a pile of neatly folded clothes. Examining the pile, Sarah found a pure white dress that was wonderfully soft to the touch and a pair of white panties which felt as though they were made of the same material as the dress. Just happy to have clean clothes again, Sarah quickly pulled the panties on, and slid the dress down over her head so the hem stopped shortly above her knees.
"What are you going to do for....clothes." Sarah turned towards the bathroom door as she heard Khalan enter the room only to see Khalan now fully dressed.
"What? Were you hoping I would still be naked?" Khalan spun in a slow circle showing off her new attire. The black fabric looked like a second skin as it clung tightly to every curve of Khalan's body. The dress, it could only be classified as a dress, even though it ended halfway down her thighs, was the darkest black Sarah had ever seen, with a thin gold cord wrapped around Khalan's waist.
"Where did you...?"
"Clothes? Clothes are easy." Khalan waved the question away as she strode into the room and took a seat a the table. "But food? Now that is tricky. You ever try to make food out of mist? It's impossible to get any of the flavors right. The meat always tastes like fried egg. Doesn't matter what kind of meat it is. Egg. Every time."
Khalan began devouring the food sitting on the table.
"You ought to try this, it's really rather good." Khalan said, waving a turkey sandwich vaguely in Sarah's direction. "You'll want your strength for what's to come."
"What do you mean 'What's to come'?" Sarah asked, getting a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"I'll always be with you Sarah." Khalan gave a small smile.
The locked door leading out of the room suddenly swung open, and when Sarah glanced back at where Khalan was sitting, she was gone.
The mist swirled gently through the room. |
Foreword- This is a To Aru Majutsu No Index/A Certain Magical Index fanfiction, though it mostly uses my own original characters and is merely set in the same universe. If you are not familiar with the series, you may still enjoy this story, but you need to know some context first. If you already know about the To Aru universe, feel free to skip to the story (indicated by centered title and non-italic text.
- Academy City is the name of the main setting of the To Aru universe. It's a giant city of schools with a population of mostly students and teachers, with technology said to be 20 years ahead of the rest of the world.
- Espers are students with supernatural abilities created and developed by scientists. They are typically rated in levels from 0 to 5, with Level 0 meaning you have no power and Level 5 being the strongest and most rare. There are only 7 Level 5 Espers in Academy City.
- Judgement is a city-wide "disciplinary committee" made up of students that perform community service and serve as something of a police force. Having a useful (or any) Esper ability is not a requirement to get in, but Junichi, when he brings it up, simply means he personally feels too weak to be a member of Judgement without a useful ability.
- The 11th Dimension is simply canonical technobabble to explain how teleportation is supposed to work. I'm not a theoretical physicist, so I can't tell you how accurate or inaccurate it actually is.
Now, without further ado, let's get to the story.
とある科学のお漏らし話
To Aru Kagaku No Omorashi HanashiA Certain Scientific Omorashi Story
Ch. 1
Yoshida Junichi could say with quite a lot of certainty that he was probably the weakest Level 3 in the history of Academy City.
Normally being a teleportation-type Esper was supposed to be special and useful, and indeed if he had been a teleportation Esper in the traditional sense, he might have actually been able to join Judgment like he had always wanted to.
But as it stood now, he was weak and useless and his stupid teleportation ability had to be do useless that he almost wished he was a Level 0. At least then he could legitimately get away with never revealing his power.
Wet Point.
Most unconventional teleportation abilities were affixed with the suffix “Point”. This was to make finding these unconventional teleportation Espers in the database and fast and simple process.
Of course, Yoshida Junichi, due to sheer bad luck in the super power lottery, had drawn what was the most specifically restrictive teleportation ability the power development lab at his school had ever heard of.
He could move water, either from any container or from the air itself (provided the surrounding air was damp enough) into the bladders of females.
It inexplicably only worked on females, and even more inexplicably, he couldn’t move the water anywhere else. It HAD to be in a female’s bladder. The very existence of Wet Point had baffled his school’s power development team that when it had first emerged when he was in middle school, he had gone through an uncountable number of tests just to see if the reasons for his power’s restrictions could even be ascertained, let alone the restrictions themselves lifted.
When he was younger, the power had served him nothing but embarrassment, and he hid it as much as possible. At that point, he rarely ever used them by choice. Instead, it had been his inability to fully control his powers that had let to the discomfort and embarrassment of many female teachers, scientists, and fellow peers.
Even now, he found using his powers to be a rather innocuous and pointless endeavor. He couldn’t say that he hadn’t grown somewhat fond of the sight of a woman or fellow classmate squirming from a full bladder, but he disliked the idea of using his powers in class, and outside of school it was rare that he’d be able to find a target who wasn’t in the position to use the toilets at any time anyway.
In other words, even though he was starting to become something of an omorashi fetishist, his power was, at most, a rare novelty device that could only be used under specific circumstances.
Even now, as he sat in his desk, listening to the same old lecture about “Personal Reality” and the like, He found himself unable to bring himself to use it on any of his classmates.
Well, the only one I’d find cute enough to use it on anyway would be Kaede-san…
Just as he thought this, however, he felt his mind almost instinctively making the appropriate calculations in the 11th dimension and almost move the water in the humid classroom air into the unsuspecting girl’s bladder.
Shit.
He managed to stop himself before it reached her, but now that he had transported the water into the 11th dimension, he’d have to move it somewhere. His power didn’t allow him to disperse water to multiple bladders at once, and it also wouldn’t allow him to keep the water in a semi-moved state. If he didn’t pick someone quickly, the water would move into the original target bladder.
“Yoshida-san, are you paying attention?”
The teacher’s voice sealed her own fate. The second Junichi’s concentration moved from Kaede to his unsuspecting sensei, the water moved instantly into its new target.
“Y-yes!” Junichi lied, but he could tell his teacher was only half-aware of his answer. She had a new, more immediate problem to deal with.
Junichi’s teacher, Yamashiro-sensei, was a relatively young-looking and attractive teacher. She was one of those teachers with a figure that made some students, both male and female, lust after her, with large breasts and a cute, yet at the same time mature, face. Her long, black hair flowed in waves down to the small of her back, and her curvaceous figure was nice to look at. She always wore professional, business-like attire, but to many students this just gave their imaginations room to run wild.
Of course, Junichi wasn’t the kind of guy who’d lust after his teacher, and her personality was just straight-laced and stiff enough that, even if she wasn’t his teacher, it would probably be enough of a turn-off to make him loose interest quickly.
However, that wasn’t what Junichi was paying attention to right now.
It was apparent that Yamashiro-sensei was having a hard time keeping her need discrete.
“Go-good, anyway, as I was saying…”
Her voice betrayed her nervousness, at least, to Junichi. He had the full context of the situation, something he couldn’t exactly say for his classmates. Still, as subtle as she was trying to keep her need now, eventually she’d have to make the decision to excuse herself from the classroom or risk flooding her dress skirt and stockings.
Though, I didn’t move that much water into her bladder… Perhaps she was already holding it beforehand?
Junichi, having seen experienced enough displays of desperation and wetting at the hands of his power, was particularly good at picking out if a woman had to use the toilets or not. Yet Yamashiro had not shown any signs of being uncomfortable at all before his slip-up. Still, he knew that he did not move much water before he caught himself.
She must be incredibly good at disguising her needs… in which case, she must be almost at her limit by now…
Her lecture continued, but soon even the less aware students began to catch on to something being wrong. Yamashiro’s legs were restless, her face was slightly flushed, and beads of sweat were starting to form on her forehead. Every twenty seconds or so, she’d pause to check her watch or otherwise get distracted and stop talking briefly.
As it started growing closer to the end of the period, Junichi’s sensitive ears started picking up minute moans escaping his sensei’s mouth. She had one of her hands held stiffly in front of her, partially obscured by her desk, and she was now unable to stand up completely straight. Her heels were tapping against the floor almost frequently enough to be a constant distraction from her increasingly disoriented lecture, and he had long since stopped turning around to write on the board.
Even though she’d still have to endure for five more minutes, Yamashiro was showing no signs of giving in. She had long since decided to drop any pretense she was holding onto and was now holding herself openly, albeit with her lower body hidden behind the desk.
Still, her determination would only go so far.
There were only two minutes left to go, but Junichi knew when a woman hit their limit.
Yamashiro-sensei’s eyes grew wide as she jammed her other hand in between her legs. She doubled over until her head was resting on the desk in front of her and let out a loud, very audible moan.
“Ha…. Ha…”
The sounds of her heavy breathing filled the room as she tried desperately to fight back the inevitable flood. She squeezed one of her eyes closed and silently mouthed something that to Junichi looked a lot like “I can’t hold it any longer…”
However, as though a new spark of determination lit the fires of her endurance, Yamashiro-sensei righted herself and bowed sheepishly.
“P-please excuse me, I’m going to the toilets!”
As she turned to head for the door, Junichi found himself cursing. Somewhere along the lines he had found himself really wanting to see Yamashiro-sensei wet herself in front of the class.
Of course, it’s not like the situation’s entirely out of my control just yet...
With a devious glint in his eyes, he gathered a small amount of water from the air, probably no more than ten milliliters, and used Wet Point to move them inside of her already bursting bladder.
She had reached her limit already. There was absolutely no way she’d be able to hold even that much more.
“Hhhnnnnn!”
She bit her lip as a loud moan escaped and she doubled over once again. She buried both of her hands in her crotch as hard as she could and squeezed her legs together tightly, but it was no use. A short, audible hiss filled the room as a trickle of wetness escaped down Yamashiro-sensei’s legs.
“AAAhhhh! No! Don’t… not here!”
At this point, Yamashiro-sensei’s whole body was shaking in an attempt to prevent any more leaks, but it was highly unlikely she’d so much as be able to move from her position, let alone make it to the toilets without an accident
.
“Ha… ha… ha… I can’t… its coming…!”
She squirmed in her place and held on for dear life, her whole body straining as she desperately fought her body’s natural desire to empty her overfilled bladder. The whole class was watching with various degrees of interest as their teacher stood there at the brink of wetting herself.
Another loud, short hiss filled the room and a few drops of golden urine fell on the floor. Junichi’s power could only fill a bladder up with water, so the fact that her urine was yellow instead of a yellowish-clear color meant that she had been holding it before Junichi even used his powers.
“Hnnnnn! Don’t come out!!!”
Junichi had to give Yamashiro credit for holding on even at this state. She still hadn't completely lost the battle, and while from here on out it was hopeless for her, the fact that she was holding on despite knowing this was admirable.
She tried righting herself to at least regain some semblance of dignity, but the second she did another loud spurt escaped her. It was a losing battle from here on out, but despite being backed into a physiological corner by her own body, it didn't look as though Yamashiro-sensei was going to give up so easily.
She took a step forwards towards the door and froze stiff. She was at that point where walking was the only thing that could get her to the toilet, but would no doubt cause her to wet herself if she tried.
“Ha… ha…”
Still, she forged onward and took another step towards the classroom door.
That was the absolute limit of her endurance.
“A-aaaahhhh no! No no no! Don’t come out! Don’t come ouuuttt!!”
As she pleaded in futility, a loud, constant hissing filled the room and the pungent odor of fresh urine spread throughout the room. Golden liquid streamed out between her legs and pooled at her feet. She lost all pretense and dignity in that instant and let the sheer pleasure of relief paint an almost serene look on her face as her overfull bladder emptied itself out onto the classroom floor.
“Ha…. Ha….” She panted, taking two steps back before collapsing just on the edge of her own urine puddle.
Suddenly, the bell rang and Yamashiro-sensei was brought back to the real world
.
Her face lit up bright red, and her eyes grew watery with tears as she sat in humiliation on the floor.
“Oh my… I can’t believe I just… Haaaaa… don’t look at me!!”
In an uncharacteristic display of childish unprofessionalism, Yamashiro-sensei buried her face in her hands and tried to hide herself with her arms.
I kind of feel bad for her now, but in truth, she’s a much cuter sensei like this.
Junichi shook his head. He wouldn’t start thinking impure thoughts about his sensei like that. In fact, the whole situation, sans his purposeful involvement at the end, was entirely an accident.
Now that the period was over, it was lunch time, and seeing as no one was particularly interested in eating lunch in a room that smelled of urine, all of the students began filing out of the rooms slowly. Junichi was one of the last people to leave, but he tried to leave the room as casually as possible without drawing attention to himself.
Man, this is why I don’t use my powers in class! Once someone starts squirming, I want to see it out to its conclusion. I’m turning into a damn pervert. At this rate, I’ll become someone entirely undesirable to Kaede-san…
“Eh…!”
A short gasp from behind him made Junichi freeze in his tracks.
He thought he recognized the sound of that gasp, but he silently prayed to the goddess of fortune to please not let it be who he thought it was.
He turned around slowly, only to be met with the brown eyes, folded brown ponytail, and somewhat small frame of his classmate and crush, Inazuma Kaede.
Man, I’m just being paranoid! What do I have to worry about… it’s not like…
“A-ah… J-Junichi-s-san… um… I think… maybe this is a bit… erm… I think I should tell you something…”
“Huh, what is it, Kaede-san?”
Kaede shuffled around nervously and looked away, “Ah… sorry for invading your privacy… but… um… My Esper ability… er… I… I can read minds.”
To be continued… |
Foreword: Alright guys! Here's the next chapter! I wanted to keep this one around the same length as the previous chapter, but I put a lot of exposition and story stuff up at the front. Theoretically, I could've spit the chapter in two, but that would leave you guys without a desperation scene, and who wants that, right?
Anyway, there's no spoilers in this one, and for those not familiar with the To Aru universe, there isn't anything in this chapter you wouldn't be able to follow if you didn't read the foreword of the last chapter, so without further ado, let's get to the story!
Ch. 2
Junichi didn’t know how to react.
Kaede was supposed to be a Level 1 Esper with very little power. He didn’t know many Level 1s (paradoxically, Level 1s were often rare, especially in high school. As long as a student wasn’t a Level 0, it was common for them to be able to train up their power to at least Level 21), but he was almost certain that telepathy was one of those abilities that almost always registered as a Level 2 in a System Scan.
Hearing that Kaede was a mind reader was a thorough enough shock for Yoshida Junichi that he fell into a sort of blank stare and his brain simply stopped conducting higher-level cognitive functions.
“T-thank you…”
Hearing Kaede’s voice once more was enough to restart Junichi’s thought processes, and when he finally realized what he had said, he could only respond one way.
“W-what?”
Kaede looked away, “Ah, T-thank you for not… you know… using your ability on me in class.”
“A-ah… so… you heard that too…” Junichi lowered his head, “Ah, just how much did you hear, exactly?”
Kaede looked around and fidgeted a little bit, “Ah! Sorry for eavesdropping… a-anyway, let’s not stand around here for too long. We should go eat lunch too, right?”
Junichi’s heart skipped a beat.
It wasn’t exactly the ideal situation, but his crush was asking him to eat lunch with her. Even if the atmosphere would be awkward, there was no way Junichi would pass this chance up.
“Yeah, let’s head up on the roof, then. It’s nice and quiet up there.”
“Really?” Kaede asked, “I always hear students talking or thinking about how there must be a lot of people up on the roof…”
“Ah, yeah,” Junichi replied, “See, since everyone figures that there’s already people up on the roof at this time, no one actually bothers going up there to check, and so it winds up always being empty.”
Just as he had said, upon reaching the roof, the two had found it entirely devoid of other students.
“Ah!” Kaede sighed as she threw her arms up and stretched, “It’s actually really nice up here!”
Junichi watched the brown-haired girl twirl happily in front of him and nearly forgot the whole situation that had brought the two here in the first place.
Ah, she’s really cute- wait! Nonono! I can’t think like that! She can hear me! AH! But I can’t think about not thinking about it either!! Man, what do I do in this situation?
Kaede turned around and, with a pout and an unsurprisingly ineffective glare, she poked Junichi’s chest and said, “Alright, you need to calm down! Isn’t it rude to assume that I’m always going to be reading your thoughts!?”
Junichi was astonished that such a forward, forceful tone could be produced by someone like Kaede, and it left him staring wide-eyed at her.
“A-ah! S-sorry! S-sometimes, I get tired of people assuming I’m always reading their thoughts…”
Junichi looked away, “Ah, no, that’s okay, but er… isn’t the fact that you heard me think that proof that you were reading them?”
“Uwahh!” Kaede frowned, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry… in truth… I don’t have any control over my abilities…”
This caught Junichi by surprise.
“Hmm?”
“A-ah! It’s really embarrassing, actually!” Kaede waved her hands around, flustered… “Ah, but… It would be nice to finally talk to someone about it… I guess…”
Junichi sat down against the fence and placed down his store-bought bento. It was those kinds you’d find in convenience stores that were adored by anyone who was too busy or unable to cook meals for themselves. In truth, Junichi knew how to cook a select few things, but none of them were particularly easy to take to school in a bento.
He tried really hard (and failed) to not picture Kaede, who had with her a homemade bento, offering him a lunch she had prepared with love.
Kaede didn’t seem to react to his thoughts, but Junichi couldn’t tell if she just wasn’t surprised by them, or if she wasn’t actually hearing them at all.
“Ah, so, you can’t control your telepathy?” Junichi re-initiated the conversation once they had begun to eat.
Kaede looked away, “I’ll… I’ll tell you about it… but…”
She paused and took a deep breath before continuing in a more forceful tone.
“I want you to explain your power to me!”
Could it be… is she interested in those kinds of things?
At this, Kaede did gasp, and her face grew bright red.
“O-of course not! I… If I’m going to be in a class with a pervert who can fill a girl’s bladder, I want to know the details to avoid being in a dangerous situation!”
The “pervert” part had pierced Junichi through like a spear, and he physically recoiled at her statement.
“A-ah! S-sorry, it’s not that I actually… think you’re a… pervert… or anything… I mean… One could say it’s pretty perverted… but ah… everyone has different tastes, so…”
Seeing Kaede switching from being adorably forceful to soft-spoken and apologetic was not something Junichi had expected from his classmate, but he didn’t exactly dislike it either.
“Ah, okay, I’ll go first, then,” Junichi began after swallowing a bite of his food, “I’m not sure how much you know from reading my mind, but my ability, Wet Point, is essentially based in teleportation through the 11th dimension. How it works is this. I can teleport any amount of water within twenty meters of me- be it molecules of water in the air, or actual liquid water in a visible container- into the bladder of any female within ten meters of me in my immediate line of sight. It has to be a female bladder as a receptacle, I can’t teleport the liquid anywhere else, and I can’t teleport the liquid into the 11th dimension without having a target to choose from, and if my target moves out of my line of sight, or I otherwise stop the teleportation before it reaches them, I have about thirty seconds to pick another target before the water is deposited into the nearest female’s bladder.”
“Ah, that’s a strangely specific ability…”
“Yeah,” Junichi acknowledged, “When I was in middle school, the scientists kept testing my power to try to find out why it was so specific. Unfortunately, they never managed to find out about it. Aside from the ability to essentially stage a desperation scenario to watch, I can’t exactly say it’s a really useful power.”
Kaede placed her finger on her lip as though she had a thought.
“A-ah, but wait! Do you think you can dehydrate things using your ability?”
“Huh, what do you mean?”
“I mean, you can take water molecules out of the air, right? Well, what if you took water molecules out of other things? For instance, let’s say you got caught out in the rain and you’re clothes were soaked. Assuming you had a female to act as a receptacle for the water, couldn’t you theoretically transport the water out of your clothes and into their bladder?”
Junichi stared at Kaede for a long while, as though she had just revealed to him the secret to life and the universe.
Granted, the ability to “dry things out if and only if there was a female within ten meters of him whose bladder he could fill” was only marginally more useful than anything he used his power for currently, he was more astonished that he had actually accomplished that in one of the tests back in middle school and subsequently completely forgot about it.
“That’s brilliant!” Junichi shouted, startling Kaede.
“Awawawah!” Kaede yelped, losing her grip on the juice box she had been sipping on. As she dropped it onto her lap, the cold liquid poured out of the straw and onto her skirt. She picked up the box quickly, but the damage had already been done. A noticeable wet spot sat in almost the perfect position to give people the wrong idea about what had happened.
“Uwah! I can’t believe I was so clumsy!! Wh-what am I going to do!”
Junichi stared at the scene before him in disbelief. It was impossible. This was just too much. There was no way this series of events wasn’t being brought about my some greater power.
Junichi had never been overly superstitious, but he felt like he was either being repaid for all the women he made suffer previously, or rewarded despite not having done anything to deserve it.
“Ah, we just figured out the solution, didn’t we?”
Kaede looked up at him blankly, “Huh? What do you-”
Either she came to the conclusion herself or had read his mind (however she actually did that, after all, she hadn’t gotten around to explaining her ability yet), but her face lit up bright red.
“A-ah! But, there’s no one else to use as a receptacle, so you’d have to….”
Junichi tried not to look too pleased as he leaned back against the fence, “Well, it’s either that or going around the school looking like that.”
Kaede pouted, “You’re not allowed to enjoy this situation!”
Suddenly, the bell rang. Inadvertently, they had used up their allotted time for lunch.
“Ah, we should head back to class,” Junichi stood up, “Well, I don’t want to use my ability on you if don’t want me too, so I guess the most I can offer you is to hide you while we walk through the halls… Oh yeah, and you still owe me an explanation of your powers.”
As Junichi turned around, Kaede looked down at her feet before finally yelling, “Please wait!”
Junichi turned around, doing his best to look indifferent.
“It’s… its fine, use your ability… to dry my skirt…”
***
Kaede frowned as she sat in her desk.
She had to use the toilet.
She really had to use the toilet.
The amount of water Junichi had moved into her bladder to dry off her skirt had been miniscule, but what she hadn’t told Junichi was that she had been holding it since their conversation began.
In fact, she had been holding it since before their class with Yamashiro-san began.
“Ha… ha…”
Kaede was really good at holding her pee.
This was vitally important for her, because otherwise, she couldn’t focus her Esper abilities.
She still hadn’t told Junichi how her abilities worked, but that was one of the least of her problems.
The first, at the very moment, was that she was coming very close to reaching the limit of her endurance.
“Ha… ha… hnnnn!”
She squirmed around at her desk and tried desperately not to give into the temptation of holding herself. It was too noticeable, and while it offered temporary relief, it also acted as a crutch.
One of the first times she held it, she had been at home and free to go whenever she wished. Because of her environment, she had no shame in grabbing herself and holding in her pee until she was at the very limit of her endurance. Of course, since she was relying so heavily on using her hands to hold back the flood, the instant she removed them to take off her skirt, she couldn’t stop the resulting torrent and was forced to sit on the toilet bowl and pee through her panties.
Since then, she had always been wary of grabbing herself, especially in public.
“Ha… ha…”
This isn’t good! If I lose it here, I’m going to have a lot more to worry about than a small stain on my skirt!”
Unfortunately for her, she had gathered that Junichi’s ability was a one-way road. There was no removing water from a girl’s bladder if she was already desperate, there was only adding more regardless of their state of desperation.
Essentially, anything that Junichi could do would make the situation worse at this point.
She tried not to squirm around too much. She was exceptionally good at hiding her needs when she wasn’t this close to her limit, but her façade wouldn’t last forever, and eventually someone like Junichi, who was most likely accustomed to these scenarios, would catch on to her problem.
“Ha… ha… ah!”
Biting her lip to catch the gasp that escaped, Kaede clenched her thighs together tightly to fight off the wave of desperation surging through her abdomen. She had long since grown used to the pain of holding it in for long periods, but the pressure wasn’t gone. She was at the peak of her desperation.
Five… five more minutes… then I can pee!
Oh, but how exceptionally long five minutes would feel to Kaede, who was already nearing her limit. She had been holding it for so long that she was nearly losing her mind. She was at the point that she couldn’t even focus on the thoughts or voices of people around her. The teacher’s lecture was just a dull drone in the background, and the only think she could think about was the toilet.
I want to pee… I want to pee… I… I have to pee! I need to pee!
She wouldn’t hold herself. That’s what she had kept telling herself. Of course, she was slowly running out of options. She knew from reading internet articles about the subject that crossing your legs in a sitting position only made things worse, and there was only so much squirming and leg shaking she could get away with in the classroom.
“Ha… haaaa…..”
Four minutes and thirty seconds to go.
She wanted to hold herself. She wanted to rub her stomach. She wanted to double over and press her hands tightly enough against her crotch to relieve just some of the pressure. She wanted to get up and press herself against the corner of the table to keep her pee inside her. She wanted to instantly warp to a toilet with her panties down around her ankles so she could finally pee.
She wanted to raise her hand and ask the teacher if she could use the toilets, despite this particular teacher being a stickler for those kinds of things. She wanted turn to Junichi and shake him by the collar until he somehow managed to reverse his powers. She wanted to grab the empty water bottle she had in her backpack, shove it between her legs, and pee into it loudly until it was full.
Three minutes to go.
“Ha… ha… ha… haaaaa!”
She had to pee. She couldn’t even focus on anything. She couldn’t hear Junichi’s thoughts. She couldn’t hear the teacher’s words. She couldn’t even think clearly enough. Pee. She had to pee. She had been this desperate, for sure, but she always lost all sense when she reached this point. Her eyes took on an almost crazed look as she held it in without so much as grabbing herself.
How long had she actually been holding it? She couldn’t remember, and she didn’t care. Whether she had been holding it for an hour or five didn’t even matter to her anymore. She just wanted to pee. She wanted to let it out. She was desperate. She was beyond desperate. It felt as though she was holding more water in her bladder than it was even meant to hold. Her brain and body were screaming at her to do something, anything, to resolve the situation
Suddenly, a short spurt escaped into her panties, and her eyes widened.
No… no way, I’m at my limit?
Two minutes to go.
“Ha… ha… ha…”
There was no way out of the situation. There was no salvation for her.
She recalled the scene of her teacher losing control of herself in front of the classroom and shook her head.
She wanted to avoid that same fate, but her body had reached her limit. She wasn’t going to make it to the end of the period at this rate.
No… no… no… there has to be something… anything… I… I need to go NOW!
“Ha… ha… ha… haaaa… haaaaaaa…”
What could she do that wouldn’t be noticed? She couldn’t very well pee into anything she had here. The noise alone would alert everyone to her actions, and even if she managed to avoid that somehow, she doubted even her water bottle could hold everything she had in her bladder.
She couldn’t pee here. There was no way she could facilitate such an action without being noticed. But even still, she was at her limit. Her bladder was so full that even just sitting down was putting undue pressure on it. Her loose uniform did well to hide the undoubtedly visible bulge of her distended abdomen, but other people knowing she was desperate to pee was about to become the least of her worries.
Come on, Kaede! Think! Something… anything… I… I can’t hold it any longer!
“Ha… ha… ha… ha…”
As her breaths became more uneven, she tensed up even more. Another wave of desperation had washed over her, and with it, another leak escaped and soaked her panties further. She was sure that any more, and her panties would be at the limit of what they could absorb. She was growing ever so closer to a full on accident, and she had no way out of the situation.
One minute left, but Kaede had long since abandoned all hope of making it through until the end of the period.
Pee… pee… pee… I have to pee… I can’t… I have to hold it… I can’t hold it… but I have to!
She really wanted to grab herself. She wanted to grab herself almost as badly as she wanted to pee. If she grabbed herself, she’d be able to hold it back for a precious few more minutes. She could make it to the bathroom.
I won’t grab myself, though! I refuse! I can’t do something so embarrassing! Even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to let go later!
Another surge of desperation passed over her and she bit her lip. She was out of options.
She discretely jammed her hand between her legs and the result was almost instantaneous. The small relief that grabbing herself had earned her rekindled her faith in her ability to hold on.
Thirty seconds. She was home free.
“Ha… ha…”
I’m… I’m going to make it! I want to pee so badly, but I’m going to make it through the period!
Twenty seconds.
A-ah! That didn’t last long!
Indeed, the relief she had gotten from grabbing herself was short-lived, and now she was once again experiencing the full magnitude of her desperation.
Ten seconds.
“Ha… ha… ha… ha… ha…!”
She was so close. She was so close she could feel it. She just needed to hold on for a bit longer, and she’d be able to pee to her heart’s content.
Five seconds.
“Ha… ha… ha…”
Hnnn! Another spurt! Thi-is is worse than I thought…
Four seconds.
I can hold it, I can hold it! I can definitely hold it!
Three seconds.
Ah… ahhhh… I want to pee….
Two seconds.
Bell… please ring… save me!
One second.
I… I’m at… my limit…. I have to go… I have to pee!
The bell rang, and the teacher and many students left the room.
Some stayed behind, of course. Most of the time, many students would just stay in the room in the times between classes and wait for their next teacher to pile in. Out of those students, the ones who left usually did it to use the toilet or grab a drink from one of the vending machines.
Still sitting stiff in her desk was Kaede.
A-ahhh! This is bad...! If I move… I’ll…”
Junichi looked over at her with a look that told her he knew what was happening. It took her a lot of focus, but she managed to read his mind.
“Don’t give up now! Get up slowly. You can make it.”
If only he knew just how long she’d actually been holding it.
Still, sitting in her desk was definitely not going to resolve the situation. With much effort, Kaede managed to pull herself to her feet without losing a single drop.
“Ha… ha… ha…”
Standing up! Ah this is worse! I have to pee! I have to pee!
She tried to walk as casually as possible out of the classroom, but she still didn’t dare remove her hand from between her legs. It was a bit embarrassing, but if it meant avoiding what had happened to Yamashiro-sensei, she was ready to accept such embarrassment.
Unfortunately for Kaede, the toilets were down the hallway. But there were hardly any students in the halls at this point, and she was able to hold it and walk slowly until she reached her destination.
“Ha… I don’t know how… but I managed to make it!”
She walked into the W.C. and froze.
No.
This absolutely wasn’t happening.
Calling it a line would be a bit misleading, but the stalls were closed and there was already one student hopping from foot to foot with her hands jammed between her legs.
Kaede couldn’t hold it any longer.
She popped her head back out of the hallway and looked around.
“Ha… ha… I have no choice!”
She rushed into the guy’s toilets without being seen, but was met with an even more sorrowful sight.
An “out of order” sign, plastered against the only stall in the guy’s bathroom.
With no way of holding it until one of the girl’s toilets was free, and nowhere else to go, she gazed at the urinals with a red face.
Aaahhhh! It’s going to come out! I have no other options!”
Quickly she made her way over to one of the urinals and did her best to position herself in a way that would hopefully catch her pee. She moved her panties out of the way and held her skirt up with one hand as she held on tightly to herself with the other.
She let a tentative spurt out, just to see if it would land in the urinal. To her dismay, she missed.
“Ha… ha…”
She was holding back a flood, but she didn’t want to piss all over the floor either. She re-aimed as best as she could and let another spurt go.
Another miss.
“Haaaaahnnnn~!”
Stopping was even more painful than holding it in, but if she were to let it out now, she’d wind up making a puddle big enough to reach her shoes.
She repositioned herself once more and tried again.
Another miss.
“Not good, I can’t keep this up much longer, and if someone sees me… I’d die!”
She aimed herself one last time and let another spurt out. It was messy and some dribbled out onto the floor, but a main part of it streamed against the bottom of the urinal.
That was all she needed.
A torrent of warm pee flowed out of her loudly and landed in the urinal in front of her. She pleaded to whatever gods were listening that no one would walk in now. If she were to get caught, she’d never live it down.
But the relief was so glorious that she let out a loud, audible moan. Four hours, she had calculated. She had been holding it for four hours.
“AAAAhhhhhhh~!” she sighed. Her legs felt weak, but she had to keep standing as she peed into the urinal. She almost couldn’t believe she had made it through without an accident.
Ah… Junichi… he… he was able to encourage me to stand up when I couldn’t move. I have to thank him when I get the chance.
Even a minute later, she was still peeing. She was starting to feel like she’d never finish.
Eventually, however, she did, and even though she had made a few small puddles on the ground in front of the urinal, she was strangely proud that, for her first time trying to pee like a guy, she had done rather well.
“Ahh…. That was a relief!”
She pulled her panties back up and lowered her skirt before turning around. She wanted to get out of the men’s toilets before someone saw her. She’d slip over to the women’s toilets to wash her hands, she decided.
In her rush to leave without being seen, she barreled into an unsuspecting student entering the men’s toilets and knocked them both over.
She looked up and blushed when she saw Junichi staring at her baffled.
Of course, it didn’t take him long to figure out why she had been in the men’s toilets.
Even if he hadn’t known about her previous state, she sat on the ground with her legs apart, flashing her still damp panties to him.
He was pointedly trying not to look at them, but that meant he had already noticed them in the first place.
She felt lightheaded.
I… I can’t believe… I… he….
At the thought of everything that had just happened in the past day, Inazuma Kaede lost consciousness.
To be continued...
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1 -I don't actually know the canonical statistics of Level distribution. Ironically, aside from Level 0's, we meet more confirmed Level 5s (6 out of the 7) than confirmed Level 1s (Uiharu and one of the PS2 game characters). I just went with "Level 1s are surprisingly rare" since a lot of the seemingly weak Espers are at least Level 2 and we meet exactly two of them in official works (one if you're discount the PS2 game). Moreover, Junichi is a Level 3 because his ability has a decent range and it's technically a teleportation skill, which despite its restrictive nature still involves calculations to move something through the 11th dimension.
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Foreward: Alright guys! Chapter Three's out for sure! It's a bit later than I expected (though, to be fair, I'm kind of spoiling you guys with daily updates), but I've been busy with other things. Anyway, there are no spoilers in this one, but I was an idiot and just realized there was a term present in the first chapter that I didn't define! It shows up in this chapter again, so I'll get that out of the way now.
- Personal Reality is a term used in conjunction with an Esper's ability and shows up in the anime and light novels frequently. It's exact meaning is a bit hard to explain, but it's essentially a person's own separate "reality" that allows them to change the world around them, creating the effects of their abilities.
Sorry if you guys think these pre-chapter definitions are kind of pointless. I'm not sure if there's anyone reading this who isn't familiar with the To Aru series, but I know that sometimes I'll read desperation fanfictions despite not being familiar with the original works, and I want this story to be accessible to everyone who comes across it, not just To Aru fans. (But if you aren't familiar with To Aru Majutsu no Index, I definitely recommend you watch the anime at least.)
So, without further ado, let's get to the story!
Ch. 3
Junichi had never once considered it possible to actually die of embarrassment. Such a thing was so unscientific and ridiculous of a concept that he simply wrote it off as impossible.
But when Kaede collapsed after literally colliding with him on her rush out of the men’s toilets (which she had undoubtedly used to avoid an accident), he was worried that she had done just that.
So here he was, missing his next class while leaning against a chair in the nurse’s office, waiting for Kaede to come to.
It had been one thing to try to explain away what exactly had happened, and another thing altogether when the nurse discovered Kaede’s wet panties while Junichi was waiting outside. Now the bespectacled blonde was staring at him with suspicious eyes and it was starting to make him feel uncomfortable.
“You should go back to class, you know?” she stated sternly.
“Ah, but I’m concerned for my friend, though,” He argued in vain, getting up, “Well, I’m sure she’s fine at this point.”
Junichi sighed and made his way to the classroom with a written pass from the nurse.
What would things with Kaede be like from now on? Would she hate him because his powers had nearly made her wet herself? Would she be mad that he accidentally saw her panties?
He had wanted to talk to her the instant she woke up, if only to put his mind at rest, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen.
No, wait… that small amount of water wouldn’t have made her that desperate that quickly… unless…
Could it be that Kaede was already holding it?
Geez, maybe I’m overthinking things. It’s entirely possible that she just didn’t realize how badly she had to go. I’ve been used my ability enough times to realize that most girls use that to explain away the sudden desperation, so it must be more common enough to happen naturally from time to time too.
Junichi threw his arms back behind his head as he walked down the halls at a leisurely pace. It wasn’t like he was exceptionally eager to get back to class.
“Ah! I’m gonna wet myself!”
Upon hearing the cry of a desperate girl, Junichi sighed and cleaned his ear with his pinky.
“Man! Now I’m hearing things! I need to get my mind off this sort of stuff.”
But instead of making the situation better, once Junichi pulled his pinky out of his ear, he heard another cry.
“Aaahhhh…. I’m not gonna make it!”
Suddenly, a girl barreled into him at mach speed as she turned the corner, hands jammed between her legs and black twin tails trailing behind her.
“EEehhhh!” she cried as she tumbled backwards in a desperate heap. Junichi had managed to regain his balance, and was looking down at her with curious eyes.
“Ah! Ah no! I can’t…. don’t look at meee!!!” she cried as she squeezed her legs together.
Junichi’s eyes widened as he saw a yellow-clear puddle expand out from underneath her. Even though she was peeing at full force on the floor, she was still grabbing herself as though she were trying to stop it. Her eyes were filled with tears and her face was red enough to match the maroon collar of her sailor style uniform.
This wasn’t happening. It was impossible that all of this was happening to him.
“It’s like I’ve suddenly become a magnet for girls in desperate situations! I haven’t even purposely used Wet Point to cause any of them!”
The girl on the floor looked up at him and her eyes widened.
“Junichi-kyun?”
That surprised him, considering he was certain he had never seen this person in his life before.
“H-how did you know my name?” He asked, pointing at himself like a baffled moron.
“Awww! How come Junichi-kyun doesn’t recognize me!?” the girl pouted, bringing herself to her feet and poking his chest forcefully, “You’re so cruel~!”
Junichi took a step back, “A-ah, well, I’m pretty sure we’ve never met before… besides, shouldn’t you be more concerned that you just peed yourself?”
“Fufufu!” she laughed in an exaggerated manner, “Oh, but have I actually peed myself!?”
She twirled around, revealing her skirt. It was completely dry, and the puddle on the floor had somehow disappeared.
“Ah! That’s the result of my brilliant ‘Reset Switch’! A level four ability like none other, no? You should expect nothing less from the brilliant Nakani-chan!”
This girl… what world does she live in?
“Ah! But it’s suddenly really bad if I use it for something like that! Geez, have to pee like crazy again!”
She… she’s saying such things without any shame…
“Look here, you cruel and heartless Junichi-kyuun~!” she started, poking his chest again, “You’re gonna stand right there while I pop to the toilets right quick, and when I get back, I’ll sock you so hard you won’t ever forget me again!”
At that, she jammed her hands between her legs and rushed off once again, no doubt heading for the toilets.
Had this strange girl taken “Personal Reality” to mean “living in a world not shared by anyone else”?
Junichi shook his head. Anyone willing to wait around for a stranger to come back and punch them probably had some M tendencies.
As he walked off, he tried to forget about the strange girl entirely. He had enough to worry about with Kaede already.
“Geez, as if I’d let a harem form around me so carelessly! Such things really only lead to misfortune.”
***
“AAAAHHHH! I can’t believe the nerve of that Junichi-kyun!”
The mysterious Nakani-chan had been suspected Junichi would not actually stay put like she had asked him, so instead of going to the toilets like she had planned, she had only made it halfway before remembering she had a pair of handcuffs with her.
“Ah, I thought something like, ‘I should probably make sure he can’t go anywhere while I pee”, but he already left even though I wasn’t gone that long!”
She pouted and looked around. No sign of Junichi anywhere.
“Hmm, I wonder what class he’s in… Maybe he’s got a seat by the window and I can jump in and surprise attack him while he’s taking notes!”
She placed her hand on her chin and closed her eyes before shaking her head,
“That wouldn’t work at all! Only main characters have seats by the windows! And obviously I’m the main character of this anime!”
She turned her head and frowned, “Wait… but there are a whole row of seats by the windows! There has to be some supporting roles sitting in them! Besides, this isn’t even an anime!”
She nodded to herself, satisfied, and smiled, “Luckily I brought my mountain-climbing gear! I can repel down the side of the building and-”
Suddenly, a wave of desperation hit Nakani and she doubled over.
“A-ahh! I somehow forgot that I had to pee! Toilet… toilet….”
***
Junichi stared blankly out the window next to his desk and sighed. He hadn’t paid much attention to any of his classes after lunch, but somehow it was already his last class of the day.
Man, today’s just been a weird day! I mean, at least I made progress with getting to know Kaede… but who was that weird girl? I don’t remember her, but she clearly knew who I was…”
The bell rang and snapped Junichi out of his thoughts.
“Ah, Kaede hasn’t come back to class yet… I should check up on her and-”
“Junichi-kyuun~! Let me see you grit those teeth!”
The crazy twin-tailed girl from earlier called out loudly as she smashed through the glass of the window next to Junichi’s desk (swinging on a rope and harness, no less), and decked Junichi in the face so hard he felt his lip split and the taste of iron fill his mouth. He was sent flying backwards and knocked over a few desks on his way to the floor.
Before he could open his eyes, the crazy girl, Nakani, if he recalled correctly, had managed to ditch her ropes and harness and was standing on his desk triumphantly. The students and teacher had not gotten a chance to leave yet, and were now staring wide-eyed at the unreal situation unfolding before them.
Junichi looked up at her and felt his lip, but there was no blood there anymore. In fact, it didn’t hurt at all.
He looked around and further realized that there were no shards of shattered glass on the floor.
Is this because of her “Reset Switch”?
“Fufufu! Impressed!? It’s only natural! Such a versatile ability, wouldn’t you agree!?”
“Young lady…” the teacher spoke, crossing his arms and looking very much unamused, “I’m going to have to ask you to remove yourself from the desk and answer some questions for me before you’re allowed to leave. As for the rest of you, class is dismissed.”
With a pale face, Nakani stepped down from the desk and began apologizing profusely while bowing.
Junichi got up and grabbed his bag before leaving the classroom.
Man, what a truly weird day…
***
Ah, this isn’t good!
Nakani had been asked to serve detention for a class she didn’t even have.
It’s not like I did any permanent damage! This is so unfair!
The window was fine, Junichi was fine, and she had waited patiently for the bell to ring, so it wasn’t like she disrupted the lesson or anything.
Geez, this guy’s a stickler for rules! “You’re not allowed to use your Esper abilities in such ludicrous manners” my ass! If I was a Level 5, I could get away with anything!
While Nakani’s actual knowledge of how Level 5s lived (i.e., how they were mostly subject to the same rules and regulations as any other Esper) was a bit flawed, it was true that she might actually have been able to get out of the mess she was in currently.
See, their high school had been struggling to produce many high level Espers at all, and if they could manage to produce a Level 5, it would undoubtedly help the school so much that they just might give whoever that Level 5 was special treatment.
Ah, but I have bigger things to worry about, don’t I?
Nakani currently had her hands jammed between her legs.
She still had to go.
In fact, she still hadn’t gone since she had collided with Junichi.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true.
See, “Reset Switch” worked in an easy to understand manner. Anything done by Nakani within any span of time up to an hour prior to its activation could be physically undone with a few simple calculations. In other words, while people’s memories of an event would remain, any physical consequences would be entirely reversed.
As demonstrated, if Nakani wet herself, she could physically undo her accident and wind up once again desperate to pee.
Ah, I had already wet myself twice while repelling down the roof earlier! I might wind up wetting myself again.
Unfortunately for Nakani, using Reset Switch to reverse an accident had two drawbacks. One, it did not reverse her bodily functions. In other words, while the urine wound up back in her bladder, her kidneys didn’t stop filling her bladder with new urine. Two, Reset Switch did not affect things like fatigue. In other words, constantly straining herself to hold in an increasing amount of urine was also putting a toll on her endurance. Eventually she’d get to the point that, even if she did use Reset Switch, she’d just wind up peeing again instantly.
“A-ah, Teacher I don’t know! I kinda have to pee really bad. You’ll let me go, right?”
The teacher looked up from the papers he was grading and shot her a stern look.
“I’m not going to buy a story like that. You’ll wind up running off if I let you leave the room.”
She frowned, pressing her thighs together, “Ah! I’m not kidding, though! It’ll get really bad if I can’t pee!”
The teacher didn’t respond and turned his attention back to the work he was grading.
Nakani frowned.
Ah, he won’t let me go after all! Man, this is gonna get really bad really quick!
She leaned her head on the desk in front of her and tried not to focus on how badly she needed to pee.
Man! I had so many opportunities to go before! I can’t believe I blew them off just to reach Junichi-kyun!
She opened and closed her legs in quick succession and tried to get more pressure against her crotch.
“Ah, come on, random teacher, I need to goooo!”
No response.
Wait, no! I still have that! I’ve been saving it for emergencies anyway! I can always use that!
Eagerly, she reached into her back and pulled out a large water bottle with paper towels stuffed inside. The idea is that the paper towels would dampen the sound as she peed, and the bottle was big enough that she didn’t have to worry about filling it up before she was finished.
She was one to put of going to the bathroom until the last minute anyway, so she had it with her in case she got caught on a train with no way to hold it and no bathrooms in sight.
I’ll have to be discrete about this, but the teacher I don’t know isn’t looking at me! It’ll be fine as long as I don’t hesitate!
She slipped the bottle out from under her skirt and pressed it up against her tortured pee hole. As long as she released it slowly, it wouldn’t make any noise.
She let a spurt go and the relief was instantaneous. It took all of her self-control not to relax completely and let it rush out of her in a loud torrent.
She tried not to moan in relief as she felt her urine leave her bladder and fill up the now-warm bottle. It was insanely difficult to keep the flow to a small trickle the whole time, but she had managed to control herself through the worst of it. Now that she had relieved some of the pressure in her bladder, she was able to relax a little more while still controlling herself.
She squirmed around a little bit as she peed, but other than that she tried to conceal as much of her movements as possible. It was imperative that the teacher she didn’t know didn’t find out about her actions.
She was about halfway finished when she realized she hadn’t accounted for one problem: the smell. Sure, she wasn’t making much noise, but soon that smell would waft through the room and alert the teacher in the desk in front of her to her actions.
Ah, this is bad! I have to finish and cap it before he smells it!
This thought made her lose control temporarily and a single, loud spurt escaped her. The teacher looked up over at her and she cursed silently.
“What was that?” he asked calmly.
She froze completely and stopped peeing. This was really bad.
He gave her a stern gaze and looked over at her hands, which were hidden underneath her desk.
“What are you doing over there?”
He stood up and her heart skipped a beat.
No! Don’t come over here, you’ll smell it!!
“Remove your hands from underneath your desk this instant, young lady!”
She nodded and removed her hands quickly from underneath her desk.
He nodded and looked down, “You better not be playing with your phone in detention!”
I was peeing because you wouldn’t let me go, you stupid old man!
Nakani grabbed herself and shivered involuntarily.
She had to use Reset Switch.
She couldn’t simply let go of the bottle in that state, so she had to reset her actions to before she even pulled it out on the first place.
In other words, while she was in the middle of peeing, she had essentially taken all that pee back inside her and was now on the brink of desperation once again.
It hurts! It… it hurts! I was peeing! I was relieving myself just seconds ago!
A small leak escaped into her panties and she almost instinctively used Reset Switch again, but stopped herself.
Wait, even if it’s just a small amount, I can leak a bit into my panties and leave it there until I can use the toilet!
As long as she could get to a toilet in an hour, she could undo her ever leaking in the first place, then pee into the toilet like nothing had even happened.
My panties will have to suffer temporarily, but they’ll be dry once I get to the toilet anyway!
She let a little more out into her panties and squirmed around. Stopping after she had been peeing that whole time was hard, but forcing herself to leak only a little bit just after that was even more difficult.
Ah, but even now, I’m still at the brink of wetting myself completely!
Nakani squirmed around in desperation as she jammed one hand between her legs.
“Ha… ha… please… I have to… peee!”
Once again, the teacher ignored her pleas.
“I’m so desperate! This isn’t fair! He’s not even my teacher!”
As she sat there in total agony, she felt another spurt escape.
“H-haaa!”
Ah, I’m gonna wet myself! I’m really gonna wet myself this time!
“Alright,” the teacher broke the silence, looking at his watch, “The half hour’s up. You’re dismissed.”
You’re kidding me! I hadn’t even realized I was this close to making it through detention!
Nakani lept to her feet and grabbed her bag, ready to dash to the bathroom, when she felt a long spurt escape.
“Ah, no, don’t-!”
It was too late. Her getting up quickly sealed her fate. No matter how much she tried to stop it, she could feel her bladder muscles relax and the warm pee pour out of her.
“Hhhaaaaa~!” She cried as she leaned against the desk and peed. Her legs felt weak, her whole body was shaking with relief.
She stood there, peeing for a solid minute before the flow started to trickle off.
But it wasn’t over yet. She couldn’t leave such a mess here, and she couldn’t walk home with a soaked skirt either.
With much reluctance, she used Reset Switch once more and felt all that liquid enter her bladder again.
“HAAA!” she whined, pressing her hands into her crotch tightly. Her muscles were aching with the effort of holding it in for so long, and her bladder felt like it would explode if she held it in any longer. She rushed out of the classroom and down the hall towards the bathroom, but she only made it halfway before she began leaking again.
She pressed her hand against the wall for balance and doubled over, but once again she began peeing full force with no way of stopping it.
She looked around. Luckily, there was no one in the hallway since school had let out a half hour prior.
Nakani looked down at the puddle and frowned.
In the next instant, it was gone, and she was desperate again.
“Ahhh, I can’t… it hurts!” She whined to herself as she ran to the bathroom.
She was nearly there when she felt herself lose control again.
“Ah! No! I don’t want to do this again!” She pleaded with her body. Unfortunately, she couldn’t do anything to stop the flow of urine pouring out from between her legs.
Another full accident later, and she once again was squirming around at her limit.
She only made it three steps before she started leaking again.
“Ah! No way! I’m at my absolute limit!?”
Knowing how torturous using Reset Switch again would be, Nakani pressed her hands up against her crotch so tightly her knuckles turned white and took small steps towards the woman’s toilets. She absolutely couldn’t wet herself again.
“Ha… ha… almost there!” she told herself. She took another step forwards and felt another spurt escape.
“Ha… ha… ha… haaaaa~!”
Against her will, she felt her bladder muscles relax once more and she felt the warm pee trickle down her legs. She had abused Reset Switch too much, and now her bladder muscles wouldn’t even allow her to hold it in for a few seconds before relaxing and emptying her aching bladder.
“Ah… so this really is my limit, then?”
Giving into the pressure once and for all, Nakani raised her skirt out of the way and allowed her muscles to relax completely as pee flowed out of her once more, pouring out in splatters against the hard tiled floor of the hallway as she sighed in relief.
“Ah, how embarrassing! But to finally be able to pee without worrying about being desperate again later is nice~!”
Once she finished peeing for the last time, she resigned herself to the fate of walking home with soaked panties and wet shoes. Luckily, her socks were just the right color that they didn’t look very wet and her skirt would hide her soaked panties.
She walked into one of the stalls in the women’s toilets and wiped down her legs so her accident would remain mostly hidden.
“Geez, I’ll have to chide Junichi-kyun for getting me in trouble tomorrow!”
***
“Ah, so, you were already holding it before I used Wet Point to dry off your skirt?”
Kaede blushed and nodded sheepishly. The two were sitting at an outdoor table next to a food stand and talking quietly to avoid being overheard.
Not that there was anyone to overhear them. Aside from the food vendor, who was surrounded by sizzling grills and far too busy with his work to care, there was hardly anyone else around.
Kaede was holding a box of fresh takoyaki and trying to avoid Junichi’s gaze at all costs.
“Ah, yeah…” she admitted, “It’s because of my ability…”
“Yeah,” Junichi leaned back in his chair, “You still haven’t explained that to me.”
“Well, my ability is just simple telepathy, but I have no capacity to focus or control it. I can’t even turn it off, exactly…”
“That sounds inconvenient…”
Kaede nodded, “It can cause a lot of problems for me… but I’ve found out a way to control it… mostly. See… if I experience any sort of physical stress- like pain, for instance- I can focus my powers better…”
“Ah, so that would include being desperate, then?”
“Yeah. It’s not like I like holding it or anything… but being desperate is a lot better than being in pain…”
Junichi gave her a curious look.
“So, wait… do you hold it all the time?”
Kaede averted her gaze.
“You’re not… holding it now, are you?”
“Hawawawa! What are you saying so suddenly! Of course I’m not…” she lowered her head and mumbled something.
“What was that?” Junichi asked.
“I said… I don’t have to go. That’s the problem with my power. Since it only works while I’m holding it… if I use the toilet, I have to wait to be able to focus my powers again.”
Is that why she was so interested in my ability?
“So, basically, you have an ability that you can only use when you’re desperate, and the only thing my ability’s capable of doing is making a girl desperate.”
“Ah… what… what are you implying?”
“Nothing, but I mean… technically, with me around, if you want to focus your ability, you don’t have to hold it. You can go whenever you need to, and then whenever you feel like you want to use your ability, you can ask me to fill your bladder up so you can use them, right?”
“Hmmm… I don’t know…”
“Ah, but if it’s more convenient for you to hold it so you can use your powers whenever, that’s fine too. I’ll do what I can so you don’t get caught in a bad situation, alright?”
Before Kaede could respond to Junichi, the two heard a bag fall to the floor. They looked over, and Junichi paled.
“Junichi-kyun! Who are you on a date with so suddenly!?”
A certain mysterious twin-tailed girl had arrived.
To be continued…
Edited October 4, 2014 by Railgun-sama
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Foreword - Chapter 4 is out, da ze! Ah, but it's a bit shorter than the others! This just sets up some exposition for later chapters, and there aren't any really huge wetting scenes in this one (though there is a lot of minor desperation). This one jumps around a bit, so if there's anything you don't understand after you read, ask me and I'll either answer it or let you know that it will be answered in a later chapter.
Another thing I forgot to mention, Nakani's honorific for Junichi, which is -kyun, is a bit of a verbal tic. It's commonly just simply -kun. A lot of people who watch anime probably already knew this but I figured it would be useful to clarify anyway.
New Terms:
- Anti-Skill is basically the actual police. In the first Chapter's Foreword, I mentioned that Judgement was something of a police force, and while that's somewhat the case, it isn't entirely accurate. Judgement can catch criminals, but they can't make any actual arrests. Anti-Skill serves the same role as actual police in real life. Making arrests, conducting investigations, and providing security. Unlike Judgement, which is made up of students and some members have Esper abilities, Anti-Skill is made up of adults (mostly teachers) and their members do not have Esper abilities (it is not explicitly made clear if adults have Esper abilities at all, and whether or not Academy City is old enough that people with Esper Abilities would've become adults in the first place).
So, without further ado, let's get to the chapter!
Ch. 4
“Junichi-kyun! Who are you on a date with so suddenly?”
“Awawa! She’s not your girlfriend, is she?”
“Of course not! I swear I don’t even know her! I met her earlier today!”
“Junichi-kyun… how could you say something so cruel!”
“You… you weren’t fantasizing about me when you were already with someone, were you?”
“Ah… of course not! Here!”
Junichi filled up Kaede’s bladder with the water in the air and she instantly squirmed.
“W-what are you doing so suddenly!”
“Read my mind! I only just met her today!”
That was quite an awkward situation… she wound up wetting herself…
“Ahhh! Junichi, don’t think about such things when I have to pee!”
“WAIT! What the hell are you showing her, you cruel bastard!?”
“Junichi-san! You’re so cruel! Now I need the toilet!”
The situation was quickly spiraling out of control.
Junichi had reached the limit of his patience.
He had never used his powers for such things, but he immediately topped off the bladders of the two girls before him.
“A-ah!” they both cried, doubling over and becoming silent.
Junichi sighed and leaned back, “There’s a bathroom in the store across the street. Use it, calm down, and then when you’re ready to listen to me, I’ll explain the situation thoroughly.”
Kaede ran off almost instantly, but Nakani had opted to stay behind for a few seconds more.
“Before I go…”
Junichi suddenly found himself handcuffed to a nearby bike rack while the crazy twin-tailed girl ran off for the bathroom.
Junichi’s eye twitched.
“AH! You’ve got to be kidding me!”
Junichi, resigned to his current state, collapsed onto the concrete with a heavy sigh.
“Geez, it’s not like I was planning on running away or anything…”
As he sat chained to the bike rack like an abandoned bike, he felt something bump against his leg.
It was one of the drum-shaped cleaning robots that patrolled the city.
“Hey, sorry little guy,” Junichi apologized, “You’ve gotta work around me today.”
The robot maneuvered around his leg as it spun, brushes under its undercarriage cleaning the ground and a vacuum cleaning up any litter that might be there.
Junichi casually followed it with his eyes until it managed to catch something white poking out of the bushes near the bike rack. It didn’t quite snag it completely, so the spinning of the brushes merely flung it out of the open in front of Junichi.
He picked it up, thinking it was a stray piece of paper, but once he raised the trash up and let it unravel, he realized it wasn’t anything of the sort.
Instead, it was a pair of panties.
Not just panties, however, but a pair of panties that had been stained yellow and left to dry in the bush.
“Why was such a thing…?”
“A-ah! J-Junichi-kyun!?”
Snapping his eyes to the right, he noticed that Kaede and Nakani were both back, looking much more relaxed than they had been.
“Junichi-san… what are you… those are…!!”
Junichi realized what him holding up a pair of stained panties looked like, so he dropped them instantly and held his hands out defensively.
“Ah! No, you see,” Junichi began nervously, “It’s not like I was looking for something like this! The cleaning robot came by and-”
“Kenji-kyun!”
“Eh?”
“LET ME SEE YOU GRIT THOSE TEETH!”
Butt-monkey main characters are explaining… please wait warmly.
Kaede looked over at Nakani.
“So, you know Junichi-san?”
“Of course! Me and Junichi-kyun are bound by the red string of fate, ya know!”
Kaede looked back over at Junichi.
“Aaand you’ve never met her in your life?”
“I have absolutely no idea who she is.”
“Uwawawa! I have no idea what’s happening here!”
Nakani pointed an accusatory finger at Junichi, “Obviously he’s lying! You can’t forget my patented K-O Reset Nakani-PUNCH!”
She pumped her fist outwards to emphasize the last part, and while doing so inadvertently hit Junichi again.
“I’m telling you I have no idea who you are!”
Junichi glared at Nakani like she was insane and frowned.
“Both of you, please try to calm down a little!” Kaede yelled in an uncharacteristic manner.
She paused to take a sip of her drink, and Junichi pictured one of those scenes in an anime where the level-headed character was drinking tea in an intense situation.
She let out a refreshed “Ahh~!” and then turned her attention back to the conversation at hand.
“Nakani-chan, when did you first meet Junichi?”
“But she-“
Kaede shot Junichi a surprisingly effective death glare and he quieted down immediately.
“Ah, it was a while ago, but I remember it well!”
***
Five Years Prior (Maybe)
“Ah! What a lovely day! In Academy City! I, the great Level 3 and a half Esper Nakani-chan will have another great day!”
[ “Wait a minute, Level 3 and a half? That doesn’t make sense!” ]
[ “Shh! I’m tellin’ a story Damnit!” ]
[ “Hahaha… well, just let her continue, right Junichi-san?” ]
Indeed, the sun was shining on that day in the middle of summer break. Nothing could keep Nakani-chan’s spirits down as she rushed elegantly down the street.
For, you see, on that particular day, the cute and lovable young Nakani-chan had missed her train. Back then, Nakani-chan was a bit out of touch with the world and would often wind up being fifteen to twenty minutes late to things like meeting with her friends!
[ “’…was a bit out of touch’? As in, past tense?” ]
[ “Junichi-san, don’t be rude!” ]
[ “Eh!? Please don’t stare at me with such an uncute face, Kaede-san!” ]
Anyway, the cute, young Nakani-chan was running late, but she also faced another problem. See, she had woken up late that morning, so she didn’t have time to use the toilet before rushing off!
Anyway, our grand protagonist, Nakani-chan-
[ “seriously, stop with the ridiculous titles…” ]
-Made it to the station just on time. Ah, but that meant that she was unable to use the toilets after all. Ah! But then that person came along and helped her!
[ “That person?” ]
Yup! At that moment, the kind Junichi-kyun also stepped onto the train! Ah, but he was wearing glasses, then, no? But aside from that, he was definitely the same person as the Junichi-kyun here today!
Anyway, he gave me a friendly smile and told me that he’d solve my problems! Instantly, I no longer had to pee! I was saved from a desperate train ride thanks to Junichi-kyun! He told me his name and disappeared into the crowd. On that day, I vowed to hunt that person down and make him fall in love with me!
***
Present Day
“Ah! And that’s how it happened, you know!”
Junichi and Kaede both looked at each other and frowned.
“Ah, but… his abilities…”
“Yeah, I can’t move pee out of a girl’s bladder, I can just move water in…”
Nakani stared at at Junichi blankly with an idiotic smile on her face, as though she had not fully realized what the two were saying.
“A-ah! But that’s not… that Junichi-kyun and you looked exactly the same!”
Junichi leaned back and frowned, “Ah, but didn’t you say he was wearing glasses? I’ve never needed glasses, so it couldn’t have been me…”
Nakani frowned, “Ah, but… Junichi-kyun was…”
Kaede smiled and sweatdropped a little, “Besides, isn’t it silly to fall in love with someone for such a simple reason?”
“Ah… maybe…”
Junichi sighed in relief. The situation was resolved.
“Ah! But if this Junichi-kyun wasn’t the one who saved me back there, then it wouldn’t be shallow to say I love him, right!?”
Both Kaede and Junichi fell to the floor comically, with Nakani looking down at them both.
Junichi stood back up, “Hey, couldn’t you at least get to know someone before saying you love them?”
“Mfffph! That’s no fun at all! If I can’t flirt with them and punch them at all, what kind of boring friendship is that?”
“A-ah…” Junichi looked away, scratching his face, “I don’t think you’re supposed to punch people if you’re dating them either…”
Kaede sighed and looked up at the darkening sky.
“Ah, it’s getting late, isn’t it? We should head back to our dorms before curfew…”
Junichi nodded, then looked over at Nakani, “Ah, Nakani-san… you go to our school, right? Then shouldn’t your dorm be in the same direction?”
“Aah, no. See, I live with my older cousin at her apartment on the other side of District 7.”
“Ah, then I guess we part here, right?”
She nodded, turning around, “Yeah, bye, Junichi-kyun! Bye, Kaede-chan!”
As she parted ways with the other two, the golden sky slowly started losing its glow, heralding the night that would fill the city with darkness.
***
“Ha… ha… what’s wrong with me all of a sudden?”
Kaede was sprawled out on her bed, lying on her back with her legs crossed and her hand jammed between her legs.
“Ha… ha… even though the toilet’s just in the other room… why?”
She recalled Junichi’s words from earlier and frowned.
“Nothing, but I mean… technically, with me around, if you want to focus your ability, you don’t have to hold it. You can go whenever you need to, and then whenever you feel like you want to use your ability, you can ask me to fill your bladder up so you can use them, right?”
She knew he was right. She could rely on him from now on and everything would be fine. She no longer had to skip going to the bathroom before school just so she could use her power once or twice throughout the day.
Yet she was oddly disappointed.
“Why… am I… holding it?”
She rolled over and pressed her hands into her crotch.
“Ha… ha… I can go… I can go any time… than why am I…”
“Hehehe… that girl…”
Kaede froze in her thoughts and held her breath. Whose thoughts were those?
“She’s a cutie, you know! I’ve been stalking out this area for a while. I think she’d make for a nice night!”
Kaede didn’t have to probe further to know what the mysterious person meant by his words.
“Oho!! How will I dispose of her afterwords, I wonder? I suppose I could strangle her… that’s nice and clean. Oh… but isn’t it more fun if there’s a lot of blood!?”
Kaede’s heart was pounding at this time. She had no idea what was going on, but the voice was very clearly near enough for her to hear. Not only that, but images of herself from someone else’s perspective flashed through her mind as she probed around to get a clue as to where the person was.
Suddenly, she found it, what the person was seeing right now.
A-ah! That’s my toilet! He’s in my house!!
“Ah, but hasn’t it been a while since she came home!? Normally she winds up rushing straight to the toilet and wetting like a dog! Ah well, its fine. Even if I have to wait here for hours, she’ll have to go eventually!”
Kaede frowned. Unfortunately, the shady man hiding in her own W.C. was right. She had to go to the toilet pretty badly.
Ah! But I’ll have to hold it! I need to call Anti-skill!
Luckily, her would-be assailant had left the door closed, so he wouldn’t be able to see her leaving.
Kaede, with her hand still jammed in her skirt, slowly rolled off of her bed and tiptoed toward the door, her phone in hand.
I have to be quiet! I can’t let him know I’m leaving!
In order for her to open her door quietly, she’d have to be very careful unlocking it. Such a delicate procedure would undoubtedly require both hands, and she was forced to let go of her crotch.
She instantly bit back a moan. She hadn’t realized how badly she had to go until just now.
Please! Just a bit longer!
She slipped out of her house and broke off in a run without bothering to close the door behind her. Instantly she heard the would-be assailant curse and rush out of the house, but she was already home free.
As she ran, she fumbled around and tried to dial Anti-skills emergency number as fast as she could and pressed the phone to her ear.
Just then, however, she tripped in her rush to escape and was sent crashing down to the ground. She felt her full bladder lose a spurt of urine and watched as the phone slid across the hallway, just out of her reach.
As if to make matters worse, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her.
“Ah, you found me out, huh? Guess you must be some sort of Esper…”
The man’s voice wasn’t overly rugged or grizzly. In fact, when Kaede turned around, he was rather well dressed.
Of course, even well dressed, presentable people could still have terrible intentions.
“I’m going to do so many naughty things to her, then kill her and throw her away like a used rag!”
It took all of Kaede’s composure not to piss herself from the man’s thoughts alone.
She crawled backwards away from the approaching man, only to feel her back press against the corner of the outdoor hallway that wound its way around the outside of the student dorms.
The man smiled as he leaned over and caressed Kaede’s cheeks.
His hands were as cold as ice.
“Now now, girlie! I won’t hurt you if you cooperate…”
“I could cut her up into tiny pieces and scatter her for the cleaning bots to pick up and incinerate! No one will find her!”
Kaede closed her eyes tightly as she felt another spurt escape into her panties.
I’m going to wet myself in front of someone like this guy!! He’s going to violate me and kill me!
“My my,” a new voice spoke from behind the nicely dressed man, “What a thing to do to a girl.”
“J-Junichi-san!?” Kaede looked up hopefully.
The person who had just appeared and made the well-dressed man freeze in his tracks definitely looked like Junichi. But like Nakani’s story earlier, he was wearing a set of particularly fancy looking glasses.
“Who the hell are you!? Trying to play hero?”
The nicely-dressed man whirled around and punched the Junichi look-alike in the face.
In this instant, who things happened.
One, Kaede’s bladder no longer felt full-to-bursting. She still definitely had to pee, but she was no longer on the brink of wetting herself.
Two, a barrier of high-pressure water appeared in front of the Junichi look-alike’s face, catching the man’s fist and stopping in its tracks.
“W-what the!?”
“Ah, Thank you, Kaede-chan…” the Junichi look-alike smiled, “If it weren’t for your bladder, I wouldn’t have been able to stop this guy.”
“Oi! Don’t get cocky just because you managed to stop one of my punches!”
Junichi’s bespectacled doppelganger shot the well-dressed man a dark glare.
“Sorry,” he spoke in a mocking tone. He held out his hands and a high-pressure jet of water shoot out like a bullet and pierce through the man’s torso, “I was under the impression you had already lost.”
Kaede gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, but the Junichi look-alike simply smiled and shook his head. “I missed his vital organs. And I’ve already called Anti-skill, they’re on their way over.”
Junichi’s doppelganger placed his foot over the railing of the outdoor hallway and looked out over the city before turning back to Kaede.
“A-ah, you might not have to go anymore, but you’re bladder’s still at 45% and Anti-skill will want to interview you. I’d empty out before you have to sit through that with a full bladder.”
And with that advice, the Junichi look-alike took off and disappeared into the night.
***
“Has that person returned, do you think?”
A female scientist walked up behind a flustered female lab assistant as she flipped her long black hair elegantly over her shoulder.
“Ah, it’s entirely possible,” the lab assistant said in a distracted manner, “Looking over the footage, I doubt anyone not part of that project would possess skills like this.”
“You seem, tense…” the scientist noted as though she hadn’t paid any attention to what her lab assistant just stated, “You should… relax…”
“A-ah! But if I do that, it’ll come out!”
“You can’t go around work all stiff like that, right?”
“A-ah… then… let me…”
“Oho? You want to use the toilets? You obviously don’t understand. It’s because of that man, Yokuda Junichi, that we hold it you know?”
“Y-yes… I understand…”
“On that note,” The scientist smiled as she leaned over and whispered into her lab assistant’s ear, “I’m bursting too.”
At those words, the Lab Assistant simply couldn’t hold it in anymore. With a loud moan and hot breaths, urine streamed out from between her legs and soaked the chair she was sitting on.
“Oh my, oh my! Doing such things while I’m desperate too!” the scientist squirmed around as if to emphasize her need.
“I… I’m sorry! I couldn’t hold it!”
“Its fine, isn’t it? Once you’ve completed your training, you’ll be able to walk around desperate without giving anything away. We are the Reservoir! We are Yokuda Junichi’s silent protectors!”
To be continued…
Edited October 5, 2014 by Railgun-sama
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Foreword - Alright guys, the next chapter has arrived! Thanks for all the encoraging words of support! I'm glad you're all liking the story so far, and I'm glad some of you are To Aru fans to boot!
This chapter focuses mostly on Junichi and Kaede, but we do see a little bit of that strange bespectacled "Yokuda" as well. (I've decided to call him by his surname since he shares a given name with Yoshida Junichi). I feel that overall, it's probably a nice break from the intensity of the last chapter, but this might be one of the last breaks we get!
As for spoilers and terms, there's just the one bit about Tokiwadai, which is the middle school the "Railgun" Misaka Mikoto herself goes to, as well as another Level 5. And as for losing track of characters, well, let's just say their roles are pretty much planned out and if they wind up with nothing to do it's probably because they need a break from all the action.
Ch. 5
Yoshida Junichi was not expecting to get a call from Kaede in the middle of the night.
In fact, he didn’t even remember ever exchanging numbers with her, but not only did she have his number, but her number registered as “Imazuma Kaede” on his phone as well.
He shrugged it off and flipped his phone open, “Hey? Kaede-san?”
“A-a-ah… Ju-Junichi-san… I… I just wanted someone to talk to…”
Her voice sounded incredibly shaken up, and Junichi was instantly filled with concern.
“What’s wrong!?” he asked urgently, sitting up in his bed immediately.
“A-ah… well… I almost got attacked…” she spoke, shuddering as though recalling the traumatic experience, “Someone was waiting in my bathroom for me when I got home. He was going to… violate me and kill me… I could read his thoughts… I don’t…”
She sounded choked up, like she was holding back tears.
Instantly Junichi was filled with rage. Even though he was completely weak with an Esper power that had no function in combat, he had decided that Kaede was one of those people he wanted to protect with what little power he had. Even though he was a distant admirer up until today, he had made that decision a while ago.
Now that they were becoming friends, that feeling was only strengthened.
“What!?” He half-asked, half-yelled into the phone, “Where is that bastard now!?”
“A-ah…” Kaede seemed to calm down, “He… he’s in the hospital…”
“…….”
Have I underestimated Kaede’s strength as a human being!?
“Junichi-san, you’re still there, right?”
“A-ah, yeah, I guess I just wasn’t expecting such things from Kaede-san!”
“A-ah! Nono! I didn’t…! I wasn’t the one who injured him!”
Junichi felt relieved and jealous at the same time. He was glad that he wouldn’t have to adjust to a Kaede-san with an inner fighting aura that would come out whenever she was pushed into a corner, but he also felt jealous that he wasn’t the one to protect her.
“In fact… the person who did looked a lot like you…”
That caught Junichi’s attention.
“Wait… don’t tell me…”
“Y-yeah, he was wearing glasses, just like Nakani-chan said…”
“Ah, so does that mean-”
“Y-yeah… his powers… they’re opposite of yours… except…”
“’Except’?”
“His powers… are more offensively oriented than yours.”
That was it.
Junichi didn’t like this guy.
Whoever he was, he was walking around with his face and more useful powers.
But he couldn’t really bring himself to hate someone that had saved Kaede’s life.
“A-ah… there’s one more thing…”
“Hm?”
“I… I don’t want to stay at my dorm alone… so…”
No.
This wasn’t happening.
This absolutely couldn’t be happening.
No one in the world was this fortunate.
That day, through pure coincidence, he had managed to grow closer to his crush, despite having only acted upon his perversions. He had narrowly avoided developing a harem (probably) by convincing Nakani that he wasn’t who she thought she was, and she shouldn’t fall in love with someone so trivially (he hoped), and while Kaede had nearly been killed, she was saved and she wanted to confide in him.
“Ah, so if it’s not too much trouble… ca-can I stay at your place for the night?”
Junichi’s heart stopped.
“S-sure,” he answered, trying his best to be calm.
Junichi could hear the smile in Kaede’s voice as she said, “G-great! Ah, it’s just across the street, so I’ll be fine walking on my own! I’ll be over in a few.”
As she hung up, Junichi closed his phone and let out a yell at the risk of wetting off his neighbors and Kaede herself hearing.
“SUCH FORTUNE~!”
***
Yokuda Junichi collapsed as he tried to support himself against the wall.
“D-damn… this body too… it’s at its limits…”
The form of Yokuda Junichi became obscured as the surface of his body liquefied temporarily, and his true form was revealed.
A corpse, surrounded by water. His clothes, his hair, everything was a mirage created from subtle refractions of light created on the surface.
The only thing that remained solid were the glasses that served as the link between Junichi and his “body”.
The female scientist from before approached the weakening Yokuda and smiled.
“It’s fine. We’ve already intercepted the ambulance with your new body in it. Such a despicable person, from what you’ve reported. Ah, but telling that girl you missed his vitals even when you aimed for his liver. How cruel.”
“I don’t give a shit about that,” Yokuda frowned, “It’s only temporary… at least until I can once again reunite with that person…”
“Oh my, are you still on about that?” the scientist smiled, “Really, Junichi-kun… with the Reservoir surrounding you and that more permanent solution in development, can’t you leave that innocent kid alone?”
Yokuda frowned in silence before turning his head away from the scientist, “There’s a difference between ‘innocent’ and ‘ignorant’… Yoshida Junichi… he’s not innocent at all… merely ignorant of everything that has happened to us.”
***
Kaede was lying awake in Junichi’s futon as he slept on the sofa in the other room.
Junichi’s dorm was a lot bigger than hers. It consisted of two small rooms instead of one, and while it would probably be a bit cramped for two people, it was more than enough to accommodate a single high school student.
She expected this, of course. The size of a student’s dorm was influenced by two things; their level as an Esper and their school. Tokiwadai, the only school in Academy City with not one but two Level 5 students, also had strict dorm policies that pretty much meant everyone got the same kind of rooms regardless of level.
Their school only had two different sized dorms to offer; one was given to Level 0s, 1s, and 2s, while the other was given to Level 3s and 4s.
Once, in an attempt to motivate students into trying to expand their abilities and hopefully produce a Level 5, they built a luxury “penthouse” dorm. Presumably, the first Level 5 in their school’s history would claim it as their own.
At any rate, she felt uncomfortable sitting here in Junichi’s bed while he slept in the other room. She offered many times to take the sofa instead, even insisting that she enjoyed sleeping on them (she didn’t, but she was trying to be polite), but Junichi stood his ground.
“I’m not going to sleep in the same room as you and I’m not going to let you take the couch!”
He had spoken those words with such conviction that Kaede realized it would be helpless to argue her point any further.
Still, something about his words made her smile.
He had a crush on her. She knew this from his own thoughts. She had known for quite a while, in fact, but it had only been today that she mustered the courage to tell him the truth.
Yet even though he had feelings for her, he still refused the notion to sleep in the same room as her. Maybe it was because he had a crush on her that he wanted to avoid just that. Either way, he had put her above any potential thoughts or desires he might have.
It was such a simple gesture, and yet…
Kaede felt her heart speed up involuntarily.
Junichi-san… am I starting to like him back?
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep in this situation!”
That was Junichi. She was absentmindedly reading his mind.
W-wait! But if I can read his mind, that means…
She grabbed her stomach subconsciously. Did she have to go? It didn’t feel like she had to.
“I thought that Kaede-san staying at my house was an impossible stroke of luck, but I can’t stop thinking about her! She’s gotta be curled up cutely on my futon! Or maybe she’s one of those sleepers who splays out as though there’s nothing to worry about in the world…”
Kaede found herself blushing. As a mind-reader, she was accustomed to people having much worse thoughts about her (case and point, what happened earlier). By contrast, most of Junichi’s thoughts were mild in comparison, and the ones that weren’t… well…
I… I might have… enjoyed some of those thoughts as well…
Did Kaede return Junichi’s feelings? She had been so focused on the fact that he had a crush on her that maybe she just never noticed her own feelings.
Or maybe I just always wanted him to confess to me…
She found herself shaking her head once again. Now was absolutely not the time to be considering her feelings for Junichi.
Ah, I better get to sleep… even though tomorrow’s a Saturday, I should get some rest…
With those thoughts, she closed her eyes, and sleep quickly overcame her.
***
Kaede couldn’t remember a time she had woken up so absolutely desperate.
“Ah… maybe I did need to go last night after all!”
Kaede couldn’t quite tell if she had woken up to the sunlight filtering in through Junichi’s bedroom window, or if it had been her full-to-bursting bladder that had finally jolted her awake.
Either way, she needed to go. NOW.
“Uwahh! This is bad!”
She didn’t care if Junichi was in the other room or not. She grabbed herself openly with both hands and emerged from his bedroom.
“Toilet… toilet…” she muttered to herself, as it somehow chanting that word would help her hold on.
Last night, Junichi had the foresight to show her where the sole bathroom in his dorm was. Even though he had a bigger dorm, his shower and toilet were in the same room in a western style, as opposed to separate like more traditional Japanese architecture.
This was a problem, for as she neared the closed door, she could hear the running water of his shower.
N-no! This can’t be happening!
Kaede frowned and danced around in desperation.
Ah… I can hold it! I can hold it!
She tried to convince herself of this as she squirmed around and squeezed her thighs together. Her face was flushed bright red, both from the effort of holding it in and the fact that she was doing a full on pee dance like a little kid in her friend’s dorm.
She grabbed the edges of the long t-shirt she had brought over to sleep in and bunched them up as she pressed her hands up against her crotch. She wasn’t wearing anything but panties underneath the shirt, but it was long enough that under normal circumstances it covered herself as though she were wearing a dress.
Now, however, with her holding it in fistfuls and in a full out dance of desperation, the edges were riding up and her grey-and-white striped panties could be seen if she doubled over far enough.
“Ha… ha… I’m almost at my limit!”
Her bladder felt like a rock from the outside and like an over-filled balloon on the inside. Her body was beginning to shake in her efforts to hold it in.
She crossed her legs and bounced up and down. She wasn’t sure how long Junichi had been in there, but he couldn’t take too long, right?
“Ah, if he doesn’t hurry up, I’ll…”
She didn’t want to say it.
Despite the dozens of close calls she’s had since she discovered how to control her powers, she’s never once actually wet herself. There was that one time she peed through her panties, but she was over the toilet, so that didn’t exactly count in her mind.
“Ah....!”
Her whole body stiffened up as a short leak escaped into her panties. It wasn’t enough to soak them through completely, but she doubted they’d be able to hold another spurt like that.
She was on the verge of wetting herself in Junichi’s dorm.
She dropped to the floor and jammed her heel against her strained pee hole. Such a last-ditch effort would no doubt lead to consequences later, but she was oh so close to wetting herself that she wanted to do whatever she could just to hold on a bit longer.
“Ha… ha… ha… not good… I’m going to…”
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened, and Junichi emerged, hair wet, but otherwise fully dressed.
He had the foresight of bringing his clothes with him into the bathroom in case Kaede woke up while he was in there.
He didn’t, on the other hand, expect to be greeted with the sight of a squirming and whimpering Kaede sitting on the floor of his dorm room, looking like she was about to cry.
Junichi, being accustomed to the sight and knowledgeable about female desperation in general, did not take long to figure out what was going on.
“A-ah, Kaede-san! I’m sorry!” he apologized, “I shouldn’t have taken a shower before you woke up like that!”
She didn’t respond, and for a second he was afraid she was upset at him.
But in the next second, he noticed her body shaking and shuddering, and she muttered something he didn’t quite catch.
“W-what was that?”
“I… I can’t… move…”
Junichi could tell she wasn’t lying. She was at her very limit.
“I… I really can’t move…”
“Ah,” Junichi made his way over to her, “Here… let me help you up, slowly.”
“D-don’t… touch me… I’ll… if I move at all, I’ll…”
“Hang in there, Kaede-san!” Junichi replied.
“It’s… I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore… I’m going to… ahh!”
She was already on the ground, but still managed to double over until she was almost curled up into a ball on the floor. Both of her hands were jammed between her legs and her body was shaking constantly at this point. Her heel was pressing firmly against her crotch and her eyes were filling with tears.
Her bladder was so full that if she so much as tried to get up she’d wind up peeing right there.
Yet she couldn’t hold it anymore either.
She found herself in that paradoxical situation that no desperate girl wants to be in. That point where moving at all would be enough to make you lose it, but there was no way you could hold it in any longer.
She was stuck. It was a catch-22, and there was no way out.
Her eyes widened, and even as she jammed her hands so hard into her crotch her knuckles became white, she realized that it was already too late.
“I… can’t… I just can’t hold it anymore! It’s… ah! It’s coming out!”
It began as a trickle, one that, despite her resignation, she tried her best to stop. She felt the pee slowly soak into her panties in a small yet steady stream, then soak through completely and begin running in small rivulets around her heel.
She was still trying to stem the flow at this time, and while she did manage to stop it for the briefest of moments, with no way to so much as move from her position, there wasn’t any way she was going to make it to the bathroom.
In the next moment, her hold failed completely, and her pee gushed out of her forcefully against her will.
“No… no… I can’t… stop it…!”
Cascades of yellow liquid gushed out around her heel and fingers as she still held herself, though no longer trying to stop the flood that had already started. It pooled around her and soaked her legs and feet as well as she sat there.
Tears fell from her eyes as her face turned an even deeper shade of red, until it was almost purple.
Even as the puddle grew, she still peed. She was almost surprised that she hadn’t wet Junichi’s futon with how much she’d actually been holding.
Even after her bladder was completely empty, she still sat there, silently.
“Ka-Kaede-chan?” Junichi asked. He usually refrained from calling her “–chan”, so hearing it in this situation only made Kaede feel more vulnerable and embarrassed.
“I… I’ve never… I… I… I…”
She seemed genuinely and completely unable to formulate a coherent sentence.
Then the tears started.
Small drops that fell from Kaede’s eyes and blended in with the pool of urine already on the ground.
“A-ah! Kaede-chan!” Junichi exclaimed, “It… it’s okay!”
He helped her stand up so she wasn’t sitting in her own puddle and tried his best to comfort her.
“Kaede-chan! There’s nothing to be worried about! Really!” he offered, “You wet yourself because I was hogging the bathroom! That’s my fault! No one else saw you but me, and you know me! I’m not going to think you’re disgusting because if it!”
Despite his words, the tears kept falling.
Or rather, more accurately, Kaede wasn’t even listening to his reasoning.
One thing was for sure, he absolutely couldn’t stand seeing Kaede like this.
The next thing Kaede noticed was two arms wrapping themselves around her.
“H-huh?” she exclaimed, still crying.
Junichi had pulled her into a hug.
“Sorry,” he apologized, releasing her, “I wanted to wait until I knew if you were comfortable with something like that, but you weren’t listening to me.”
Junichi had just apologized for hugging her to comfort her because he was worried he had made her feel uncomfortable.
To Kaede, that was so stupidly considerate of him that she couldn’t respond in any other way but hitting him lightly.
“I should be the one apologizing,” she spoke lightly, “I… I don’t know what came over me.”
“You’ve never wet yourself before, have you?”
Kaede blushed and found herself lapsing into that rare harsher side that came out every once in a while.
“O-of course I haven’t! What kind of person do you think I am, idiot!”
Junichi started laughing at this, which only made Kaede more frustrated.
“W-what’s so funny!?”
“You’re like a reverse tsundere…” Junichi pointed out, “You’re usually very calm and polite, but once you feel comfortable around someone, you’re fine yelling at them and calling them an idiot.”
“W-what!?” Kaede blushed. She wanted to deny it, but he was right, in a way.
“Ah, but I think both sides of Kaede are cute.”
Kaede froze.
She could hear Junichi’s thoughts.
She has just wet herself. There was no way she was still desperate, and she wasn’t in pain, but she could here Junichi’s thoughts clear as day.
What’s going on? Why is this happening all of a sudden?
“Kaede-chan!?” Junichi asked, waving his hands in front of Kaede’s eyes.
She snapped out of her thoughts and looked over at her host.
“A-ah, what?”
“I said you should probably take a shower.”
Kaede blushed again and nodded.
“R-right!”
Without hesitation, Kaede made her way into Junichi’s shower and closed the door before getting undressed.
Even as she stood there, washing herself off, she held one thought constant in her mind.
I’ve really only been acquainted with Junichi-san up until recently… can… can I really be falling for him like this?
To be continued… |
Foreword - This chapter's a bit on the short side, but a lot happens, so buckle your seat belts and keep your hands and legs in the vehicle at all times.
Oh hey, look, a wild canon character appeared!
As for spoilers, there's not really anything, but I mean, as a general rule this series kind of touches upon the dark side of Academy City, so if you're not too familiar with that bit, you might want to proceed with caution.
I guess it also spoils some mild stuff about the nature of said canon character, so proceed at your own risk.
I don't think there's any new terms here, but if you find one I've missed I'll clarify.
So, without further ado, let's get to the story!
Ch. 6
For most students in Academy City, Saturday morning was a day to sleep in and hang out with friends.
“Hiya!”
The sound of cracking wood echoed out as Nakani kicked a wooden dummy. She had set up a circle of them around her underneath a bridge next to the river.
The dummy broke in half and fell over, but in the next moment, it was whole once again.
“Haaa!”
Another dummy broken, then reset before it could hit the ground.
For normal students in Academy City, Saturday was a day to sleep in and hang out with friends.
But then again, Nakani had never been a normal student.
The twin-tailed girl was wearing a gym shirt and track shorts, and had a sweatband tied around her head. She was sweating a bit by this point, but the morning was young and it didn’t seem like she’d been out for too long.
“Man, I’m so pumped!” Nakani yelled, punching another dummy.
With a satisfying crack, the dummy’s head snapped straight off. This time, Nakani let it fall to the ground as she grabbed her water bottle and took a huge swig.
“Aaaahhhh~! Refreshing!” she sighed, leaning back in the shade cast by the large bridge overhead, “A short break wouldn’t hurt!”
To Nakani, the absolute best way to cool off from a training session was taking a short dip in the river nearby. There was hardly anyone around, and from a distance her underwear could pass off as a swimsuit, so she headed towards the river, stripping down in the process.
However, something made her stop.
A corpse.
A pale-grey corpse that looked like it had seen better days, tossed into the river and discarded.
She hadn’t even noticed.
In that moment, Nakani let out a scream.
***
“You dumped the body in the river!?”
The angry tone of Yokuda Junichi was not lost on the scientist he was talking to. It had been the same scientist from before— the one with black hair— but she seemed visibly more distraught.
This was likely a combination of her being on the receiving end of Yokuda’s anger, and her full bladder, which despite her standing still without the slightest indication of a quiver was visibly poking out even under her shirt and skirt.
“My apologies… I was unaware of the… faulty disposal protocols our cleanup team possessed. It seems they have gotten a few new members in and they-”
“They what? Are they trying to get us caught!?” Yokuda asked, “Didn’t you think to check where they were dumping the bodies ahead of time?”
“Ah… no… sorry,” the scientist lowered her head, “I was… overconfident in my staff…”
Yokuda frowned and gritted his teeth.
“You… you kept his clothes…”
Yokuda looked over at the scientist as she spoke.
“The nicely-dressed man,” the scientist clarified, “you kept his outfit.”
Indeed, Yokuda was clad in the nice dress clothes the man who had tried to attack Kaede had been wearing. The hole he had created in the dress shirt had been seamlessly stitched up and all traces of blood had vanished.
“Yeah, suits me, doesn’t it?”
The scientist blushed and nodded silently.
In the next moment, Yokuda had grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her face roughly back towards his.
“I’m not done with you yet. I’m still mad as hell about that shit with the body. I’m going out, so I’m going to need an escort so I can use my powers whenever I want.”
The scientist already knew where this was going.
“Very well, I will prepare to leave immediately.”
***
“Ah, it’s… Anti- huh? Judgment?”
Nakani had waited patiently on the bank of the river, once again clad in her work-out clothes.
It had been an Anti-Skill van that had pulled up, but the people who had stepped out of it were quite clearly members of Judgment. The member in the front was a very Spartan-looking woman, sporting short raven hair and muscles that made even the athletic and energetic Nakani-chan look like a fragile glass figure.
That wasn’t to say she wasn’t attractive. Indeed she also sported curves and had a surprisingly cute face despite its ever-constant glare.
She wore a terribly unfitting-for-her-appearance sailor style uniform, though unlike Nakani’s school’s predominantly white uniform, this one was a dark navy blue.
The two men beside her seemed to be talking amongst themselves with serious expressions on their faces, but Nakani couldn’t hear them nor was she terribly interested in what they could’ve been talking about.
“So, you’re the one who reported in, huh?”
Her voice was surprisingly soft for her appearance, but it didn’t take the edge off her serious tone.
“Yeah, ah… sorry… but I thought I told them I found a body… Isn’t this something Anti-Skill normally takes care of?”
“Oh? Haven’t you noticed already?” one of the guys behind her—a somewhat thin guy with spiky blond hair and a pair of sunglasses he was adjusting with one hand— grinned and stretched out his armband, “These armbands are black, that means we’re people you shouldn’t mess wit-gahhhkk!”
The blond haired guy doubled over and grabbed at his side where it had met the merciless elbow thrust of the muscular girl in front of him.
“YOU shouldn’t even be wearing one, Tsuchimikado! How the hell you got clearance to tag along as a temporary member of my branch is a goddamn mystery! The last thing I need is for you to run your damn mouth you piece of shit!!”
“Ah, but I wonder what that person would say if I told them I was treated abusively by such an un-ladylike captain.”
He spoke these words with a glint of light reflecting off his sunglasses, and the muscular girl reluctantly turned back around to face Nakani.
Of course, not before shooting him one of the most fearsome death-glares Nakani had ever witnessed.
“Anyway, what that lousy sack of shit behind me was trying to say was that we are authorized to deal with criminal murder cases, even though we are just Judgment members.”
“Ah, cool, so are you like, elites or something like that?”
“We aren’t authorized to disclose that information. My apologies. Please treat my branch as though they were fully fledged members of Anti-skill, and answer any questions we ask. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes!”
***
“Shit! That’s an Anti-skill van!”
Yokuda cursed as he watched the investigation from afar.
“Ha… ha…”
The scientist behind him was forced to lay on her stomach as to avoid detection, but such an action was putting undue pressure on her already full bladder.
Yokuda looked closely at the investigation team.
“W-what!? Judgment!? What the hell is Judgment doing there?”
“Ha… ha… ah… our intelligence… suggests that… ha… there’s a secret branch of Judgement. Ha… It’s… oohhh… They operate… ahhh…. With the full authority of Anti-skill… ha… Some evidence suggests they work behind the scenes as well…”
“Would you stop with that!? I can’t follow you if you keep moaning like that!?”
“S-sorry… ha… but I’m at my limit…”
With the inability to hold herself in this position, the scientist could only try in vain to shake her legs in an attempt to get a better position to hold it.
The investigation team, meanwhile, had moved the body and disappeared from Yokuda’s line of sight.
“Tch,” Yokuda frowned, “Let’s move in closer.”
The scientist, all too eager to get off her aching bladder, immediately stood up and jammed her hand between her legs.
“Would you quit it with that!? It’s distracting!” Yokuda frowned disapprovingly at his escort’s inability to refrain from such actions.
“I… I’m sorry… It’s just…” the scientist stopped, “I really… I can’t hold on anymore.”
Her rock hard bladder was very much visible and indeed very large. It was not questionable that she was at her very limits when it came down to it. She was panting and sweating noticeably, and she could not keep still for a second.
“You are going to hold it!” Yokuda demanded, “Thanks to that stupid limitation of my ability, I need this to be full to use my powers at all!”
Yokuda poked her distended bladder, to which she let out a squeak-like moan and doubled over.
If the scientist didn’t know better, Yokuda was starting to enjoy this. In fact, it looked as though he had decided to disregard the investigation completely.
“I doubt they’ll find out anything useful,” Yokuda admitted, “but just in case, I need to be able to use my powers whenever, don’t you understand?”
“Y-yes… but…” the scientist started.
“So, you are going to hold it, do you understand?”
“A-ah… but… I’ve been holding it… since last night…”
It was common practice for all the females in Reservoir to hold it while Yokuda was at the facility, and seeing as last night was the night he transferred bodies, she was unable to use the bathroom then either.
Yokuda grabbed her hair harshly once more, and she was forced to jam both of her hands between her legs to keep herself from losing it right there. The bespectacled Esper brought her head close to his and bared his teeth.
“You. Will. Hold it.”
“It’s… not possible…” the scientist moaned, “I can’t… I can’t hold it… please… let me... pee…”
Yokuda frowned, “perhaps you didn’t understand… I said you will hold it!”
The scientist doubled over and moaned loudly. It hadn’t looked like Yokuda had done anything, but he had removed a few drops of water from her bladder and had used them to form an impassible plug.
“Aaaahhhh…. It… it hurts! Please… stop… I… I want to pee!”
But even as the scientist moaned and tried to relax her bladder muscles, Yokuda’s water plug held and she was unable to relieve herself.
“Aaahh… it hurts!”
Yokuda frowned.
“Can’t you shut up for five seconds?”
“Pee… I have to pee…” the scientist moaned, barely responding to Yokuda’s question.
Yokuda gritted his teeth as he watched the Anti-skill van drive off. Apparently their investigation was finished.
“Tch,” he scoffed, turning to the scientist, “This is your fault!”
“Ha… ha… it… it hurts!”
Tired of the incessant whining from his escort, Yokuda cupped her cheek and glared at her.
“Beg.”
“Please… I want to pee… It hurts… let me pee!”
Yokuda frowned, “Do you know why you’re in this position?”
“B-because I was incompetent and failed my duties as the head of Reservoir…”
Yokuda shook his head, “That’s not quite right, is it?”
“A-ahh… it’s… it’s because I, as a member of Reservoir, belong to Yokuda-sama!”
Yokuda smiled, “That’s better. Now… what is it that you want from me?”
“I… I want you to let me pee…”
“That’s not very convincing…”
“I… I want you to let me… pee… I’m so full… if you don’t let me pee, my bladder will…”
“What? Say it.”
“A-aahhh! It hurts! If you don’t let me pee, my bladder’s going to burst!”
Yokuda dispelled the water plug and instantly pee began gushing out of the scientist forcefully. She had already loosened her hold on her overfull bladder, so all the pee she had been holding until then burst out of her in a powerful jet-like torrent.
The scientist leaned forward and grabbed onto Yokuda as her legs weakened out of the pure ecstasy of relief. Her legs trembled and her face was one of pure pleasure. Like that she clung to Yokuda Junichi until she was finished and her skirt and lab coat had been completely drenched in pee.
“Tch, clinging to me with such a slutty expression as you piss yourself…” Yokuda scoffed, turning around and leaving her standing there with weak knees, “Still, I can’t bring myself to get rid of you. So be grateful for that.”
***
“So, another corpse, huh?”
Tsuchimikado sighed as he leaned back in the back of the Anti-skill van. He was alone in the back, stuffed between some forensic equipment and the body bag they had stuffed the corpse into. The lights were off and the door to the front where the two actual members of Judgment sat.
Tsuchimikado didn’t mind this. It made his next job easier.
He flipped out his cellphone and pressed speed dial.
It rang exactly three times, and a familiar voice came through.
“Do you have it?”
Tsuchimikado looked over at the corpse, “Kinda…”
“What do you mean kind of?”
“Technically, Null Branch has the body, but technically I’m part of Null Branch right now.”
“…”
Tsuchimikado sighed. You always had to be so specific with this person.
“I’m in the back of the van alone with the body, and I’m not afraid to jump.”
“Very well. We’ve been tailing the van for some time now. We’ll reroute one of the traffic lights to give you an easy escape.”
“Oh, you’re already tailing me? How good is the driver you sent?”
“…. Why is that-”
As if the man on the phone realized why Tsuchimikado asked the question he did, he hung up abruptly.
The blond-haired boy made it to the back of the van and flung the doors open. This did not go unnoticed.
The door to the front where the two Judgment members sat flung open and muscle-girl glared at Tsuchimikado.
“What the hell are you doing, you piece of shit!?”
However, it was already too late. Tsuchimikado was standing at the back of the van, right on the edge, holding the corpse over his shoulder and flashing muscle-girl a peace sign.
“Bye-bye, Haruno-chan! You were uncute ‘til the very end!”
With the car behind them anticipating his next move, he jumped backwards onto the hood and the driver jammed on the breaks and pulled a sharp u-turn before speeding off.
To Be Continued....
Edited October 11, 2014 by Railgun-sama
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Hello everyone and thanks by the way for all the nice feedback on my previously posted experience about the homeward busride. Like I said, I haven't witnessed too many desperation scenes throughout my life, and certainly none of that magnitude. So what can a poor boy do except to sing for a rock'n roll band? Why, make something up of course. I was actually tempted to post this one in the 'experiences' section just in order to check its authencity, but nah, that would be dishonest. I'll spoil it a bit by outing it as a fiction (elements of which is based upon real experiences though, but only elements) right away. To make it a bit more authentic I've written it in a sort of meta-anecdotical way, i.e. featuring a fictional backdrop to a fictional story. Hope you like it.
---Once I had a girlfriend who at the time was highly into fashion and bloggings about it and naturally very stylish and I myself couldn't quite believe how someone like me could land a chick like this. She admittedly had (in my view) quite good taste in music however, among other things, and we were both into retro stylistics overall. Plus, she had a thing for beards and musicians, two boxes I could safely tick in, so that probably sparked a few feelings right from the start. It could have ended right at our first date though, but what happened then proved to actually bring us closer together. This story is partly based upon my direct memory of the events occuring and partly her own retelling of the experience much later on. At the time she was much too embarassed to ever recall it but time did smoothen out her confidence enough to provide me with certain details about her experience.We both lived in one of the bigger cities here upnorth and had met during a gig one night and decided to hook up on a date about a week later. It was early evening, perhaps around 5 or 6 pm, I don't quite remember, and it was a beautiful spring afternoon. She was a bit shorter than me, around 1.65 meters, with shoulder-length brown wavy hair and big brown eyes. She was stunning for the day, wearing a light peach-coloured wide-collared blouse unbuttoned at the neck, a tight-fitting hight-waist grey cotton skirt reaching down to the top of her knees, light brown pantihose and heels. Over it she wore a dark blue blazer-like jacket. Like I said, she was kind of a fashionista so she could make anything look good on her. And little did I know that however sweet she looked right now, by the forthcoming events of the evening she would look ever sweeter.We met up at one of the squares in town and went to a restaurant as beforehand decided. We were both a bit shy, and I for one couldn't help being quite insecure in the grace of her beauty so I didn't dare make any explicit moves as of yet. We walked side by side on the pavement, small-talking and she shyly smiled at me while chatting as we approached the restaurant about 1 km away.We got into the restaurant and she cast a quick glance around the entrance lobby. I found out later that it was her first attempt to locate a bathroom to excuse herself into, as she was ever so slightly starting to need it, although not desperate by any means. We entered the main area and sat down for dinner. I always get a bit uneasy facing restaurant menus since I've never been a food enthusiast. I remember ordering some meat dish and also it being quite dull, but the main point for the visit obviously wasn't to get nourished. We ate, drunk and chatted for about half an hour after which I recall her shifting a bit in her chair. She didn't give away any facial expressions of her upcoming state though, but I learned from her telling later on that had she been alone, she definitely would have visited a loo at this point.We lingered around the table for a coffee and still a bit more talking for yet another half hour. She told me a bit of her own travel experiences and I of course laid down upon her my musical ventures in various bands. I really started to like her beyond the mere exterior and she seemed to enjoy my company as well. Her occasional fair smile underlined this impression. By the last quarter of an hour before we left she definitely was shifting in her seat, occasionally slowy rubbing her knees up and down against each other. Still no sign of worry in her face though.Eventally I called for the bill and we rose from our seats and headed toward the exit. As we headed out the door she actually excused herself to the ladies in order to "check her makeup" or something. She was very shy about admitting needing to pee and wouldn't give it away if she didn't have to. She disappeared around the corner of the small hallway leading into the restrooms. When she rounded the corner she saw that it was occupied as there was one person in waiting for it as well. She sighed and bit her lip as she mildly rubbed her legs together as she waited out the occupant. It took about a minute or two of waiting when she decided that she no longer would get away with "checking her makeup" and thus decided that she would have to wait for another opportunity later on. She was definitely needing the loo by now although it was still manageable, but she also reckoned that the mineral water and coffee certainly would change that within the next hour.She returned and at the moment I reckoned that she had been to the bathroom, something which I already kinda assumed by her preceding squirming while sitting at the table. We walked toward the cinema which was about a km away. She started being concerned about finding a toilet as her need increased by the minute. She was discreetly keeping her legs together as she walked. She had her arms folded as we talked our way through our walk to the movies. I was walking by her side and couldn't believe how lucky I was to be with such a beautiful girl. If I only had known just how lucky I would get. She was a bit worried about the fact that she couldn't discreetly get to a bathroom and relieve herself without having to announce it. She really didn't want to break it to me that she needed a toilet and in hindsight I find it extremely exciting that she was so shy and 'all dressed up and nowhere to go', so to speak.We got to the cinema and joined the ticket queue. She stood with her arms still folded with her legs tight together, slightly moving them against each other. As we approached the ticket counter she began looking around, obviously for where the toilets could be. She hadn't been to that particular theatre before and didn't know where they were. She still didn't want to confide in me of her rising need but was beginning to feel nervous about not finding a toilet and unnoticeably sneak into it. My subsequent image of her standing there in her stylish clothing, worried about not being able to get to a restroom and too shy and proud to announce it was really turning me on. What if she doesn't find a toilet anywhere and eventually loses it in public and wets herself in front of me and dozens of other people? No, of course not. Proud as she might be she wouldn't allow herself risking such a devastating disgrace, not being such a sweet and elegant young lady and definitely not on a first date. She would eventually find a restroom if the need rose to such a risky level.We got into our seats in the middle of a row quite upfront and she looked around a bit nervously. The film would last about two hours. During the film she felt that she really should get up and go as she became worried about whenever she would get the chance to encounter a toilet the next time if she didn't go now. But we were stuck in the middle of a row and that meant she had to get past quite a few people which, coupled with that she had to break it to me who obviously would be wondering where she was going, still was too embarassing. So she decided to wait out the movie, despite her desperation reaching a level at which she was unable to sit still. She sat with her legs crossed and sort of rythmically squeezed them together while mildly hotching around in the seat. At the moment I didn't think much about it since I assumed she already had been to the bathroom at the restaurant.After the movie she excused herself again, by now approaching a frantic level of desperation, saying she wanted to check herself out in the mirror. She went to the restrooms only to find a line of about 10 women waiting for the single stall. She bit her lip and joined the line, carefully crossing her legs. The line moved slowly and by the time she was down to about the 7th in line it had been almost 10 minutes already. She was probably wondering about what I would think about her being away so long so she finally took a gamble and gave up the queue and hoped for an opportunity to go at a pub, a public restroom or somewhere of that kind. She was really uncomfortable anyway so she thought it better to find somewhere else to get rid of her upcoming emergency.She returned with a slightly worried look saying "Can we get moving?" with a bit of hesitation in her voice. She was still too shy to admit her ever-growing need even though she was really desperate by now. She had to clench her groin muscles hard and couldn't quite keep still while standing trying to look casual. We talked about where to go next as we hadn't anything planned from now on. I sugggested we go to a pub for a beer to which she delightedly agreed. She spotted a new chance to relieve herself.
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To be continued...
Edited October 2, 2014 by Apan
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Part two
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We got to the pub and I ordered us a pint of Newcastle each (another common share in taste). We sat down at a table by the wall and I gently stroke her on the leg under the table to check her status of attraction. She responded with a cute smile but she was slightly shaking her leg up and down and her smile was not thoroughly at ease and anyone could have seen traces of worry in her expression. She took my hand under the table and we definitely bettered our connection there and then, but by now she couldn't keep still on the chair. She squirmed and hotched around nervously and she later told me that it felt like the only thing she could do by then to keep from starting to wet herself at the table. I didn't notice it then but she perpetually grinded her knees against each other under the table while moving about on the chair.We continued talking while finishing our pints, by which time we had been there for over half an hour and she felt the malt getting straight to her bladder which made her really worried. She just had to visit the bathroom or she'd have an accident very soon, so as we made our gestures to leave she said "Wait here, I'll be back in a moment" and squrried away to the back of the pub where the restrooms were located. To her absolute horror there was a sign on the door that it was out of order and she crossed her legs hard while crouching down before it. She had put all her bets on it being free for use but yet another option was gone in vain. She returned to me waiting by the table, shyly biting her lip and wrinkling her forehead in worry but I didn't ask about it, mainly because I honestly felt that bathroom visits was of her own private business and wether it was the motivation of her detour or not was not for me to enquire in. I assumed that her being the strong woman she appeared as, she would take care of her need whenever it rose.We seemed to hit it off as the evening turned into night and we held hands while walking around for a bit around town, but in hindsight I do remember her taking rather small steps and always keeping her legs tight together in the process. She later told me that she hadn't been so desperate in her whole life (apart from one time by which she actually ended up having an accident, which made her all the more worried by now, but that's another story) and yet she couldn't bring herself to tell me and suggest we find a bathroom somewhere. We actually passed a public toilet toward which she glanced longing looks of anticipation, but there was a couple of girls outside it pulling the door which obviously was locked.I dared asking her if she would like to follow me home and she said yes, albeit with a nervous gasp in her voice. At the moment I reckoned her being cold or something, maybe due to the chill spring evening in combination with her thinly veiled legs and her exposed neck under the partly unbuttoned blouse, because by now I was confident that she actually liked me, which I found out afterwards that she did by the way. We headed for the bus stop from where bus was to leave in about 15 minutes. There was a few other people there as well and she stood with her arms folded in front of her while rapidly rubbing her legs against each other. She bounced slightly every now and then and had gone quiet, so as to ease her ambiguous discomfort I said "It'll be here soon and then it's just about 10-15 minutes until we get to my place". She hesitantly replied "Mhm..." and cast a worried look toward me. I asked her if anything was wrong but she stiffly replied "No, it's just... I'm just a bit cold...".I found out later that her mind was by now working overtime to find out to where and how she could excuse herself to the closest bathroom and she looked around while trying to cross her legs without it being too noticeable. She felt her bladder being at its upper limit and that its contents was about to come out. She felt a spasm which prompted her to sligthtly bend down with her legs twisted hard in a fashion that finally alerted me that coldness might not be the only thing that caused her squirming. With no idea just how bad it was I was still getting a bit excited over the prospect of her needing a toilet but assumed that it wasn't that bad since she hadn't said anything and supposedly already had been once during our date. I didn't enquire in it either.There was actually several places in the area with possible conveniences, one being a nearby restaurant and she pondered upon the notion of heading for it but at least two things kept her from doing so. One was that she felt it too embarassing as she thought that she had to ask for permission to use it as she wasn't a customer, one was that the bus was only about 5 minutes away and she didn't want to risk delaying our night for such an embarassing need. And once again she wouldn't want to let me on that she was so desperate that she couldn't wait until we got home in just about 20 minutes, sounding like a helpless kid or something. Somehow she convinced herself that she could hold on for just a little bit longer, trying to shove off the notion of her bladder eventually getting so full that the pee wouldn't have anywhere else to go than out of her and into her clothes.She actually was so shy that she didn't dare admitting her desperation even when at the brink of totally flooding herself. She stood with tears forming in her eyes and her legs tightly crossed when she suddenly stiffened with a silent gasp. Despite her efforts of holding, a big spurt came out with an audible hiss, forcing itself out and forward from between her tightly crossed legs and soaked through her skirt and running down her legs, leaving clearly visible streaks in her pantihose.She stood with her legs crossed and hands gripping the side of her thighs, tears welling up in her eyes, rapidly uttering in a panicked voice "I have to go to the bathroom!!". She had reached her definite limit and she knew it. Her only hope was to find a toilet NOW! She half-ran away while twisting her legs and one hand holding herself through the skirt toward a nearby restaurant while spurting pee which ran down her legs, leaving a trail of drops on the ground. Well inside she ran straight for the toilet located inside a small hallway leading in from the main dining area, and as she reached for the bathroom door she felt her bladder contracting and instantly knew that she would start wetting herself before reaching the toilet. She began crying in panic, but it was nothing compared to the panic she experienced when she tried the handle and realized it was occupied!She desperately pulled the handle and banged on the door while crossing her legs hard and bending down while holding herself with the other hand through the skirt in a desperate attempt to hold back the flow. But it was a dead end; she began peeing full force through her crossed legs, pantihose, skirt and fingers. She frantically tried with all her might to save her at least some dignity and keep the pee inside until she could get herself onto the toilet bowl, but all options were out. She had a full-blown accident, wetting herself completely in front of me and tens of restaurant guests witnessing her total humiliation. She cried and cried and still tried to hold back the relentless flood soaking her skirt, legs and shoes, leaving a big puddle on the floor.She stood in her half-bent cross-legged position with one hand on the wall and the other buried in her crotch wetting herself for maybe one and a half minute. It went everywhere, thoroughly soaking her skirt and pantihose and even spraying sideways from the back hem of her skirt and legs onto the floor. She was devastated and inconsolable, crying in absolute humiliation. My emotions there and then were mixed, to say the least. On one hand I felt so sorry for her but on the other hand she was the sexiest thing ever right now and my excitement knew no boundaries.When her accident finally was over and she came to grips with what she had done she leaned onto the wall and buried her head in her folded arms in front of her face and continued crying. I had no idea what I was supposed to do but I approached her and put my arm around her, trying to tell her her that it's okay and lead her away from the restaurant and the people there. I really didn't want more people than necessary to see her in her soaked clothing. I led her out and into a dark corner outside, trying my best to console her."I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" she sniffled between her sobbings, "I just couldn't bring myself to tell you I had to go, I held it for so long"."It's ok" I replied, "It happened now and there's nothing we can do about it. Let's get you home now, I'll call for a taxi". I offered my jacket for her to cover up her accident while we waited for the taxi. Of course we had to explain to the driver about the circumstances but I came up with a half-successful story of her slipping into a puddle of water, hence her wet lower part. She calmed down on the way home to her apartment and I assured her that I didn't care about her mishap for the night and that I really liked her and wanted to see her again. She was still a bit upset though so I just followed her to the door and kissed her goodnight. She sniffled and smiled at me and agreed to keep in touch for a second date sometime soon. I made sure she got inside before I left for the night.To make a long story short, we did meet again and it all led to a relationship that lasted just about two years so the accident wasn't that fatal after all. In fact, I did later confide in her my excitement over her wetting incident and over time, like I said in the beginning, she did fill me in on the details of her desperation on several occasions when the subject came up. One time when it did, she actually laid upon me another story of a time at the university when she found herself in a similiar situation, but more on that later.
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Author's note: this story is an experiment to see if omorashi can be used with Mixels
This story is about Scorpi and how he almost wet himself
It was late at night and I was watching a special late night episode of my favorite t.v. show. I was getting tired but I wanted to see the whole episode so I had been drinking pop hoping the sugar would keep me awake and it was working.
When the show was over I had drunk three whole bottles of pop. I turned the tv off and got ready to go to sleep when I felt a small twinge in my bladder but didn't think it was anything to worry about.
(The next morning)
"(Yawns) that was a good episode last night" I said as I woke up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
As I was walking towards the kitchen I felt twinge my bladder like the one from last night but stronger.
"That stung a little. Oh well I'll go after breakfast" I said continuing towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen I decided to have a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I got out the bowl and went to get the cereal.
I decided to have coconapple jacks.
I sat the box of cereal down next to the bowl and was about to get the milk when I felt a more powerful jolt in my bladder as the pop from last night caught up to me.
"Oh. I guess it's not a good idea to wait until after breakfast" I said
I was heading towards the bathroom when I remembered something. Last night the toilet stopped working for some reason. I had planned on having it repaired later on today but I was going to have to do it now.
I went to the phone and dialed the correct number.
"Hello" the mixel on the other end said
"Hello. My toilet has stopped working and I need to have it repaired" I replied
"Okay, someone will be over in about an hour or so"
"Thanks" I said before hanging up.
"Okay. I should be able to hold it that long" I assured myself
I decided to wait until after the toilet was repaired and I had relieved myself to have breakfast. I sat there and thought about what I was going to do to today while I waited.
After fifteen minutes of waiting I started to feel the pressure on my bladder building up but I wasn't worried. After 30 minutes of waiting I started squirming in my seat.
"I can hold it in until after the toilet is fixed" I kept telling myself
At 35 minutes I had to cross my legs from time to time. At forty minutes I had started becoming visibly desperate.
"I'll just go and watch some tv to take my mind off of it" I decided
On my way to the living room I felt another wave of desperation and had to stop for a second to stay in control.
"Okay let's see what's on" I said when I got to the living room.
I sat down in a chair, grabbed the remote, and turned the tv on. I flipped through the channels looking for something to watch. Every show that was on was either about water or had something related to water so I turned the tv off because it was only making my need worse.
"Oh. How long is it going to be before that mixel gets here?" I asked myself with a worried tone.
At fifty minutes I had to grab myself whenever I felt a wave of desperation so that I could stay in control. At fifty five minutes I had my legs firmly crossed and my tail firmly pressed against my bladder.
"I hope he g-gets here s-soon" I said as I continued to hold it in.
Five minutes later I heard knocking on the door.
"F-finally, he's here!" I said excited that I wouldn't have to wait much longer to relieve myself.
I got up and headed to the door. On the way there I felt another wave of desperation and I sprung a leak. I was able to stay in control and continued toward the door. Once I reached the door I quickly opened it and was greeted by Torts.
"Hi Scorpi" he said
"H-hi Torts"
He then quickly took notice of my desperation.
"Um, Scorpi. Are you okay?" He asked with a look of concern on his face.
"I-I had to m-much pop to drink l- last n-night and it finally c-caught up to m-me an h-hour ago" I told him
"Oh. Well don't worry I'll have your toilet fixed as soon as possible" he assured me
He quickly found the problem and started fixing it. It took him about ten minutes to repair the toilet. During that time I had reached my limit and my bladder was full.
"There you go. All fixed" he said
"Th-thanks. Um, d-do you think you c-can w-wait in the living r-room? Because-" but before I could finish he interrupted me
"It's okay Scorpi you don't have to explain why. I'll wait in the living room until you're done" he said to me
"Th-thanks" I told him as he headed to the living room
As soon as he was gone I shut the door for extra privacy. Since I'm such a small mixel I have to stand on the toilet when I go. I quickly climbed up onto the toilet. As soon as I had climbed up I got into the right spot.
I then removed my tail from it's position and started peeing. I sighed in relief as my bladder was being emptied and all my liquid escaped into the toilet. I continued peeing for two minutes before I finished. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands before opening the door. I headed out to the living room where Torts was waiting for me.
"I feel so much better" I said as I entered the room.
"I bet you do after holding it in for so long" he said
"Heh heh, yeah. So how much do I owe you?"
"25 mucks"
"Okay" I went and got the 25 mucks and paid him
"Have a nice day Scorpi" he told me as he left
"You too" I then went to the kitchen to eat the cereal I got out earlier.
(Two days later)
I was in the living room watching tv. Torts was coming over and I was waiting for him to get there.
"I wonder when Torts will be here" I said. Just then I heard knocking on the door "That must be him"
I went to the door and answered it. Standing on the other side was Torts
"Hi Torts" I said
"H-hi Scorpi" he replied
Just then I noticed his legs were crossed and his hands were pressed against his bladder
"Are you alright?" I asked him
"Y-yeah. Um c-can I use your b-bathroom?"
"Of course you can. When your done come to the living room because that's where I'll be"
"Okay. Th-thanks" and with that he ran off toward the bathroom and I went to the living room to wait for him.
After a couple of minutes I heard the sound of flushing and shortly after Torts came into the room.
"I feel a whole lot better" he said as he sat down in a chair
"So what's your story there?" I asked him curious about how he ended up in that situation
"The same as yours from the other day. I had too much to drink last night and on the way here it caught up to me. I was going to go at home after breakfast but I got to thinking about all the fun we're going to have today and I forgot. I'm just glad I made it here in time" he told me
"Well now it's happened to both us" I said and we both laughed
We then enjoyed the day together
Edited October 3, 2014 by Lugia
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Here's a different version
This story is about Scorpi and how he almost wet himself
It was late at night and I was watching a special late night episode of my favorite t.v. show. I was getting tired but I wanted to see the whole episode so I had been drinking pop hoping the sugar would keep me awake and it was working.
When the show was over I had drunk three whole bottles of pop. I turned the tv off and got ready to go to sleep when I felt a small twinge in my bladder but didn't think it was anything to worry about.
(The next morning)
"(Yawns) that was a good episode last night" I said as I woke up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
As I was walking towards the kitchen I felt twinge my bladder like the one from last night but stronger.
"That stung a little. Oh well I'll go after breakfast" I said continuing towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen I decided to have a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I got out the bowl and went to get the cereal.
I decided to have coconapple jacks.
I sat the box of cereal down next to the bowl and was about to get the milk when I felt a more powerful jolt in my bladder as the pop from last night caught up to me.
"Oh. I guess it's not a good idea to wait until after breakfast" I said
I was heading towards the bathroom when I remembered something. Last night the toilet stopped working for some reason. I had planned on having it repaired later on today but I was going to have to do it now.
I went to the phone and dialed the correct number.
"Hello" the mixel on the other end said
"Hello. My toilet has stopped working and I need to have it repaired" I replied
"Okay, we'll send someone over as soon as possible"
"Thanks" I said before hanging up.
"Okay. I should be able to hold it until he gets here" I assured myself
I decided to wait until after the toilet was repaired and I had relieved myself to have breakfast. I sat there and thought about what I was going to do to today while I waited.
After fifteen minutes of waiting I started to feel the pressure on bladder building up but I wasn't worried. After 30 minutes of waiting I started squirming in my seat.
"I can hold it in until after the toilet is fixed" I kept telling myself
At 35 minutes I had to cross my legs from time to time. At forty minutes I had started becoming visibly desperate.
"I'll just go and watch some tv to take my mind off of it" I decided
On my way to the living room I felt another wave of desperation and had to stop for a second to stay in control.
"Okay let's see what's on" I said when I got to the living room.
I sat down in a chair, grabbed the remote, and turned the tv on. I flipped through the channels looking for something to watch. Every show that was on was either about water or had something related to water so I turned the tv off because it was only making my need worse.
"Oh. How long is it going to be before that mixel gets here?" I asked myself with a worried tone.
At fifty minutes I had to grab myself whenever I felt a wave of desperation so that I could stay in control. At fifty five minutes I had my legs firmly crossed and my tail firmly pressed against my bladder.
"I hope he g-gets here s-soon" I said as I continued to hold it in.
After an hour had passed I reached my limit and my bladder was full. I didn't know long I would be able to hold on.
"Ohh. I don't think I can hold it much longer" I said as I struggled to hold it in.
Ten minutes later I felt another powerful wave of desperation and I couldn't wait any longer.
"I can't hold it in any longer! I need to go right now!"
I ran off to find somewhere to relieve myself. As I was searching the kitchen sink caught my attention. I remembered that there weren't any dishes in it.
"I-I'll just g-go in the s-sink. I c-can c-clean it afterwards" I decided
I began climbing up onto the counter so I could go in the sink. On the way up I felt another wave and a small stream of urine escaped me but I almost instantly regained control.
Once I was on top of the counter I quickly ran over to the sink. "F-finally. I c-can go n-now" I said as I reached the sink "I-it will p-probably be best i-if I s-stand inside the s-sink while I g-go"
So I carefully crawled into the sink doing my best keep from losing control. Once I was in the sink I went over to the drain and got into a good position. I then removed my tail from between my legs and started peeing. I sighed in relief as I finally allowed all my pent-up liquid to escape my bladder and flow into the sink and down the drain. I continued peeing for around two minutes before the stream began to die down into a trickle before stopping completely.
"I feel a whole lot better" I said to myself. I then cleaned up the sink. After I did I heard knocking on the door. "That must be him" I went and answered the door and was greeted by Torts.
"Hi Scorpi" he said
"Hi Torts"
"So your toilet is broken huh?"
"Yeah"
"Well I'll go have a look"
He quickly found the problem and started fixing it. It took him about ten minutes to repair the toilet .
"There you go. All fixed" he said
"Thanks. So how much do I owe you?"
"25 mucks"
"Okay" I went and got the 25 mucks and paid him
"Have a nice day Scorpi" he told me as he left
"You too" I then went to the kitchen to eat the cereal I got out earlier.
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3rd version
This story is about Scorpi and how he wet himself
It was late at night and I was watching a special late night episode of my favorite t.v. show. I was getting tired but I wanted to see the whole episode so I had been drinking pop hoping the sugar would keep me awake and it was working.
When the show was over I had drunk three whole bottles of pop. I turned the tv off and got ready to go to sleep when I felt a small twinge in my bladder but didn't think it was anything to worry about.
(The next morning)
"(Yawns) that was a good episode last night" I said as I woke up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
As I was walking towards the kitchen I felt twinge my bladder like the one from last night but stronger.
"That stung a little. Oh well I'll go after breakfast" I said continuing towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen I decided to have a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I got out the bowl and went to get the cereal.
I decided to have coconapple jacks.
I sat the box of cereal down next to the bowl and was about to get the milk when I felt a more powerful jolt in my bladder as the pop from last night caught up to me.
"Oh. I guess it's not a good idea to wait until after breakfast" I said
I was heading towards the bathroom when I remembered something. Last night the toilet stopped working for some reason. I had planned on having it repaired later on today but I was going to have to do it now.
I went to the phone and dialed the correct number.
"Hello" the mixel on the other end said
"Hello. My toilet has stopped working and I need to have it repaired" I replied
"Okay, someone will be over in about an hour or so"
"Thanks" I said before hanging up.
"Okay. I should be able to hold it that long" I assured myself
I decided to wait until after the toilet was repaired and I had relieved myself to have breakfast. I sat there and thought about what I was going to do to today while I waited.
After fifteen minutes of waiting I started to feel the pressure on bladder building up but I wasn't worried. After 30 minutes of waiting I started squirming in my seat.
"I can hold it in until after the toilet is fixed" I kept telling myself
At 35 minutes I had to cross my legs from time to time. At forty minutes I had started becoming visibly desperate.
"I'll just go and watch some tv to take my mind off of it" I decided
On my way to the living room I felt another wave of desperation and had to stop for a second to stay in control.
"Okay let's see what's on" I said when I got to the living room.
I sat down in a chair, grabbed the remote, and turned the tv on. I flipped through the channels looking for something to watch. Every show that was on was either about water or had something related to water so I turned the tv off because it was only making my need worse.
"Oh. How long is it going to be before that mixel gets here?" I asked myself with a worried tone.
At fifty minutes I had to grab myself whenever I felt a wave of desperation so that I could stay in control. At fifty five minutes I had my legs firmly crossed and my tail firmly pressed against my bladder.
"I hope he g-gets here s-soon" I said as I continued to hold it in.
Five minutes later I heard knocking on the door.
"F-finally, he's here!" I said excited that I wouldn't have to wait much longer to relieve myself.
I got up and headed to the door. On the way there I felt another wave of desperation and I sprung a leak. I was able to stay in control and continued toward the door. Once I reached the door I quickly opened it and was greeted by Torts.
"Hi Scorpi" he said
"H-hi Torts"
He then quickly took notice of my desperation.
"Um, Scorpi. Are you okay?" He asked with a look of concern on his face.
"I-I had to m-much pop to drink l-last n-night and it finally c-caught up to m-me an h-hour ago" I told him
"Oh. Well don't worry I'll have your toilet fixed as soon as possible" he assured me
He quickly found the problem and started fixing it. Five minutes after he started fixing the toilet I reached my limit and my bladder was full. I wasn't sure if I could hold it in much longer.
"T-torts are you f-finished f-fixing the toilet yet?" I asked
"Almost. Hold on a little longer"
"I'll t-try"
Seven minutes after he started fixing the toilet I felt another powerful wave of desperation and despite my efforts to hold it in I lost control and the floodgates opened.
"Oh no"
"Is something wrong Scorpi?" He asked me as he turned towards me.
I just stood there embarrassed. Pee gushed out of me past my tail and ran down my legs and feet as a result before it reached the floor creating a puddle. My bladder continued to empty itself for about a minute before the stream died down into a trickle and finally stopped.
"I can't believe it" I said ashamed and embarrassed. The fact that Torts saw me wet myself only made it worse. "I'm sorry you had to see that Torts" he then walked to me and put a gooey hand on my shoulder.
"It's okay Scorpi. You had an accident it could happen to anyone. It's not your fault." He said in a comforting voice.
"Really?"
"Yeah I've heard about other Mixels wetting themselves"
"Okay I believe you"
"Well your toilet is fixed" he said
"So how much do I owe you?"
"Why don't you clean yourself up in the shower first before we take care of that?"
"Okay. I'll just clean up my accident first" but just as I was about to go get something to clean it up with he stopped me.
"No I'll clean it up for you. You just worry about getting yourself cleaned up"
"But Torts"
"I insist. It's what friends do"
"Okay. Thanks." And with that I went to get a towel and wash cloth while he went to get something to clean up my accident with.
When I got back with the towel and wash cloth I saw Torts cleaning up my accident. I walked past him and into the bathroom then got in the shower. As I cleaned myself off I couldn't help but feel ashamed and embarrassed. I had wet myself and right in front of Torts. I just couldn't believe it.
Once I was done cleaning myself off I got out of the shower and dried off. I then put the towel and wash cloth in the laundry basket and went to the living room where Torts was.
"You get yourself cleaned up?" He asked me as I entered the room
"Yeah" I told him looking down
"You okay Scorpi?"
"I'm just so embarrassed. So how much do I owe you?"
"You know what? Don't worry about it"
"Okay"
"You want me to stay here with you for a bit?" He asked me
"Sure"
"Okay"
We then went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. |
This story is about Torts and how he almost wet himself
Version 2
It was late at night and I was watching a late night movie. I was getting tired but I wanted to see the whole movie so I had been drinking pop hoping the sugar would keep me awake and it was working.
When the movie was over I had drunk three whole bottles of pop. I turned the tv off and got ready to go to sleep when I felt a small twinge in my bladder but didn't think it was anything to worry about.
(The next morning)
"(Yawns) that was a good movie last night" I said as I woke up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
As I was walking towards the kitchen I felt twinge my bladder like the one from last night but stronger.
"That stung a little. Oh well I'll go after breakfast" I said continuing towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen I decided to have toast for breakfast. I got out the bread and set the toaster to the right temperature. While I was waiting for the toast to get done I got out some peanut butter to put on it and poured a glass of orange juice. Once the toast was done I put the peanut butter on it and took it to the table with the once I finished the toast and orange juice I took everything to the sink so I could wash it later.
While I did that I started to think about all the fun Scorpi and I were going to have today and I was about to head out towards Scorpi's when I remembered that there was something I was going to do after breakfast.
"What was it I was going to do again?" I did my best to remember what I was going to do but I couldn't "Oh well. It's probably not that important" I told myself as I left for Scorpi's
After I was about a mile away from my house I felt a strong jolt in my bladder. I stopped as I remembered what I was going to do after breakfast.
"Oh that's right! I was going to go to the bathroom before I left" I said as I started feeling the pressure on my bladder "I'll just go when I get to Scorpi's" with my decision made I continued walking to Scorpi's house in the spiky desert
After I had walked another half mile the pressure on my bladder had increased and I had started squirming.
After walking for another half mile I came across a river. I tried to ignore it but couldn't because I could still hear the water. I ran in the direction I was going until I could no longer see or hear it because it was making my need worse.
"I just need to hold it in until I get to Scorpi's" I told myself
After I was 2 miles away from Scorpi's house I had to stop to bend over every once and a while.
Once I was a mile away from Scorpi's house I had to cross my legs and grab myself every time I felt a wave of desperation.
"I can hold it until I get to Scorpi's house" I assured myself
When I only had a half mile to go before reaching Scorpi's house I had to keep my legs crossed and my hands pressed against my bladder as I continued to hold it in. I knew that I was close to reaching my limit. And I wasn't so sure about being able to hold it until I got to Scorpi's anymore.
"I h-hope I c-can m-make it to S-scorpi's house in t-time" I said as I felt another wave of desperation
After walking for another half mile I reached my limit and my bladder was full but I continued to Scorpi's house with the hope that I can make it in time.
"I-I d-don't have very f-far to g-go b-before I r-reach S-Scorpi's. I j-just need to h-hold it i-in a little l-longer." I told myself as my desperation continued.
Just as I was to continue towards Scorpi's a wave of desperation that is more powerful then the previous ones ran through my bladder. It told me that I wouldn't be able to make it to Scorpi's house in time.
"Ooohhhhh..... I w-won't be a-able to m-make to S-Scorpi's in time. Ugh! I can't take it! I need to go right now!" I said unable to deal with the desperation any longer. "But w-where do I g-go at?" I asked myself
Their aren't any port o pottys or public restrooms anywhere so I was going to have to go somewhere where I could hide so I could go without being seen. That would be hard since there aren't many places where I can hide well enough and there were a bunch of Mixels around too.
I looked around for anyplace where I could go. I was able to hide my desperation well enough that the Mixels wouldn't notice. I felt another powerful wave of desperation that caused me to leak a small stream of urine but I was able to stop the flow but I knew that it wouldn't be long before the floodgates opened
"Where can I go? Where can I go?"
I asked myself as I struggled to hold it in. Just then I noticed something "that huge bush over there will work perfectly!" I said excited by what I had found. The bush was big enough for me to hide behind I might even be able to hide inside of it. I went up to bush and then saw that it was big enough for me to hide in.
So I went inside the bush to see the inside "F-finally. I-I've found a p-place w-where I can g-go." I went over to an area that is easier to stand in,positioned myself, and started peeing. I sighed in relief as my bladder was being emptied and all the urine I had been holding in escaping my body and flowing onto the ground below. I continued peeing in sweet release for 2 minutes before the stream slowed down into a trickle then stopped. Once I was done I exited the bush and continued to Scorpi's
After walking for 7 and a half minutes I arrived at Scorpi's house
"I hope I haven't kept Scorpi waiting too long" I said as I knocked on the door .
Shortly after the door opened and I was greeted by Scorpi
"Hi Torts" he said
"Hi Scorpi" I replied "sorry if I kept you waiting"
"It's okay let's go to the living room and you can tell me about it"
"Okay"
And with that we both went to the living room. He sat down in one chair and I sat down in the other.
"So what's your story there?" Scorpi asked
"The same as yours from the other day. I had too much to drink last night and on the way here it caught up to me. I was going to go at home after breakfast but I got to thinking about all the fun we're going to have today and I forgot. I got to the point where I just couldn't deal with my desperation anymore so I peed in a bush" I explained
"Well now it's happened to both us" he said and we both laughed
We then enjoyed the day together |
Here's another version I wrote for no real reason.It was late at night and I was watching a late night movie. I was getting tired but I wanted to see the whole movie so I had been drinking pop hoping the sugar would keep me awake and it was working.When the movie was over I had drunk three whole bottles of pop. I turned the tv off and got ready to go to sleep when I felt a small twinge in my bladder but didn't think it was anything to worry about.(The next morning)"(Yawns) that was a good movie last night" I said as I woke up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.As I was walking towards the kitchen I felt twinge my bladder like the one from last night but stronger."That stung a little. Oh well I'll go after breakfast" I said continuing towards the kitchen.In the kitchen I decided to have toast for breakfast. I got out the bread and set the toaster to the right temperature. While I was waiting for the toast to get done I got out some peanut butter to put on it and poured a glass of orange juice. Once the toast was done I put the peanut butter on it and took it to the table with the once I finished the toast and orange juice I took everything to the sink so I could wash it later.While I did that I started to think about all the fun Scorpi and I were going to have today and I was about to head out towards Scorpi's when I remembered that there was something I was going to do after breakfast."What was it I was going to do again?" I did my best to remember what I was going to do but I couldn't "Oh well. It's probably not that important" I told myself as I left for Scorpi'sAfter I was about a mile away from my house I felt a strong jolt in my bladder. I stopped as I remembered what I was going to do after breakfast."Oh that's right! I was going to go to the bathroom before I left" I said as I started feeling the pressure on my bladder "I'll just go when I get to Scorpi's" with my decision made I continued walking to Scorpi's house in the spiky desertAfter I had walked another half mile the pressure on my bladder had increased and I had started squirming.After walking for another half mile I came across a river. I tried to ignore it but couldn't because I could still hear the water. I ran in the direction I was going until I could no longer see or hear it because it was making my need worse."I just need to hold it in until I get to Scorpi's" I told myselfAfter I was 2 miles away from Scorpi's house I had to stop to bend over every once and a while.Once I was a mile away from Scorpi's house I had to cross my legs and grab myself every time I felt a wave of desperation."I can hold it until I get to Scorpi's house" I assured myselfWhen I only had a half mile to go before reaching Scorpi's house I had to keep my legs crossed and my hands pressed against my bladder as I continued to hold it in. I knew that I was close to reaching my limit. And I wasn't so sure about being able to hold it until I got to Scorpi's anymore."I h-hope I c-can m-make it to S-scorpi's house in t-time" I said as I felt another wave of desperationAfter walking for another half mile I reached my limit and my bladder was full but I continued to Scorpi's house with the hope that I can make it in time."I-I d-don't have very f-far to g-go b-before I r-reach S-Scorpi's. I j-just need to h-hold it i-in a little l-longer." I told myself as my desperation continued.Just as I was continuing towards Scorpi's a wave of desperation that is more powerful then the previous ones ran through my bladder. It told me that I wouldn't be able to make it to Scorpi's house in time."Ooohhhhh..... I w-won't be a-able to m-make it to S-Scorpi's in time." I then felt another wave surge through my bladder and that's when I was unable to take my desperation anymore. "Ugh! I can't take it! I need to go right now!" I said unable to deal with the desperation any longer. "But w-where do I g-go at?" I asked myselfTheir aren't any port o pottys or public restrooms anywhere so I was going to have to go somewhere where I could hide so I could go without being seen. That would be hard since there aren't many places where I can hide well enough and there were a bunch of Mixels around too.I looked around for anyplace where I could go. I was able to hide my desperation well enough that the Mixels wouldn't notice. I felt another powerful wave of desperation that caused me to leak a small stream of urine but I was able to stop the flow but I knew that it wouldn't be long before the floodgates opened."Where can I go? Where can I go?"I asked myself as I struggled to hold it in. Ten seconds later I felt another powerful wave of desperation surge through my bladder and I knew I didn't have time to find someplace to hide. "Ohh.... I can't hold it in any longer! I'm just going to have to go here."I was in an open area which meant that someone could see me. There were also a few Mixels near the area so chances are someone would see me going. I didn't care about that though, I just needed to pee badly and all I wanted to do was relieve myself.Just then I saw a big rock "I-I th-think I'll just g-go on that r-rock instead of o-on the g-ground" I walked over to the rock, stood in front of it, and started peeing. I sighed in relief as my bladder was being emptied of all the urine I had been holding in as it was escaping my body and flowing onto the rock in front of me. I continued peeing in sweet release for 2 minutes before the stream slowed down into a trickle then stopped. Once I was done I saw that Wizwuz was the only one who saw me but he didn't care. I then continued to Scorpi's."I feel a whole lot better" I told myselfAfter walking for 7 and a half minutes I arrived at Scorpi's house"I hope I haven't kept Scorpi waiting too long" I said as I knocked on the door .Shortly after the door opened and I was greeted by Scorpi"Hi Torts" he said"Hi Scorpi" I replied "sorry if I kept you waiting""It's okay let's go to the living room and you can tell me about it""Okay"And with that we both went to the living room. He sat down in one chair and I sat down in the other."So what's your story there?" Scorpi asked"The same as yours from the other day. I had too much to drink last night and on the way here it caught up to me. I was going to go at home after breakfast but I got to thinking about all the fun we're going to have today and I forgot. I got to the point where I just couldn't deal with my desperation anymore so I looked around for a place where I could hide while I went but unfortunately couldn't find anything. So I ended up going on a rock right where everyone could see me. But thankfully they didn't." I explained"Well now it's happened to both us" he said and we both laughedWe then enjoyed the day together
Edited October 8, 2014 by Lugia
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Slightly changed. This one has a hint to a future story
It was late at night and I was watching a late night movie. I was getting tired but I wanted to see the whole movie so I had been drinking pop hoping the sugar would keep me awake and it was working.
When the movie was over I had drunk three whole bottles of pop. I turned the tv off and got ready to go to sleep when I felt a small twinge in my bladder but didn't think it was anything to worry about.
(The next morning)
"(Yawns) that was a good movie last night" I said as I woke up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
As I was walking towards the kitchen I felt twinge my bladder like the one from last night but stronger.
"That stung a little. Oh well I'll go after breakfast" I said continuing towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen I decided to have toast for breakfast. I got out the bread and set the toaster to the right temperature. While I was waiting for the toast to get done I got out some peanut butter to put on it and poured a glass of orange juice. Once the toast was done I put the peanut butter on it and took it to the table with the once I finished the toast and orange juice I took everything to the sink so I could wash it later.
While I did that I started to think about all the fun Scorpi and I were going to have today and I was about to head out towards Scorpi's when I remembered that there was something I was going to do after breakfast.
"What was it I was going to do again?" I did my best to remember what I was going to do but I couldn't "Oh well. It's probably not that important" I told myself as I left for Scorpi's
After I was about a mile away from my house I felt a strong jolt in my bladder. I stopped as I remembered what I was going to do after breakfast.
"Oh that's right! I was going to go to the bathroom before I left" I said as I started feeling the pressure on my bladder "I'll just go when I get to Scorpi's" with my decision made I continued walking to Scorpi's house in the spiky desert
After I had walked another half mile the pressure on my bladder had increased and I had started squirming.
After walking for another half mile I came across a river. I tried to ignore it but couldn't because I could still hear the water. I ran in the direction I was going until I could no longer see or hear it because it was making my need worse.
"I just need to hold it in until I get to Scorpi's" I told myself
After I was 2 miles away from Scorpi's house I had to stop to bend over every once and a while.
Once I was a mile away from Scorpi's house I had to cross my legs and grab myself every time I felt a wave of desperation.
"I can hold it until I get to Scorpi's house" I assured myself
When I only had a half mile to go before reaching Scorpi's house I had to keep my legs crossed and my hands pressed against my bladder as I continued to hold it in. I knew that I was close to reaching my limit. And I wasn't so sure about being able to hold it until I got to Scorpi's anymore.
"I h-hope I c-can m-make it to S-scorpi's house in t-time" I said as I felt another wave of desperation
After walking for another half mile I reached my limit and my bladder was full but I continued to Scorpi's house with the hope that I can make it in time.
"I-I d-don't have very f-far to g-go b-before I r-reach S-Scorpi's. I j-just need to h-hold it i-in a little l-longer." I told myself as my desperation continued.
Just as I was continuing towards Scorpi's a wave of desperation that is more powerful then the previous ones ran through my bladder. It told me that I wouldn't be able to make it to Scorpi's house in time.
"Ooohhhhh..... I w-won't be a-able to m-make it to S-Scorpi's in time." I then felt another wave surge and that's when I was unable to take my desperation anymore. "Ugh! I can't take it! I need to go right now!" I said unable to deal with the desperation any longer. "But w-where do I g-go at?" I asked myself
Their aren't any port o pottys or public restrooms anywhere so I was going to have to go somewhere where I could hide so I could go without being seen. That would be hard since there aren't many places where I can hide well enough and there were a bunch of Mixels around too.
I looked around for anyplace where I could go. I was able to hide my desperation well enough that the Mixels wouldn't notice. I felt another powerful wave of desperation that caused me to leak a small stream of urine but I was able to stop the flow but I knew that it wouldn't be long before the floodgates opened.
"Where can I go? Where can I go?"
I asked myself as I struggled to hold it in. Ten seconds later I felt another powerful wave of desperation surge through my bladder and I knew I didn't have time to find someplace to hide. "Ohh.... I can't hold it in any longer! I'm just going to have to go here."
I was in an open area which meant that someone could see me. There were also a few Mixels near the area so chances are someone would see me going. I didn't care about that though, I just needed to pee badly and all I wanted to do was relieve myself.
Just then I saw a big rock "I-I th-think I'll just g-go on that r-rock instead of o-on the g-ground" I walked over to the rock, stood in front of it, and started peeing. I sighed in relief as my bladder was being emptied of all the urine I had been holding in as it was escaping my body and flowing onto the rock in front of me. I continued peeing in sweet release for 2 minutes before the stream slowed down into a trickle then stopped. Once I was done I saw that Wizwuz was the only one who saw me going but he didn't care. In fact he had a bit of an understanding look on his face. I then continued to Scorpi's.
"I feel a whole lot better" I told myself
After walking for 7 and a half minutes I arrived at Scorpi's house
"I hope I haven't kept Scorpi waiting too long" I said as I knocked on the door .
Shortly after the door opened and I was greeted by Scorpi
"Hi Torts" he said
"Hi Scorpi" I replied "sorry if I kept you waiting"
"It's okay let's go to the living room and you can tell me about it"
"Okay"
And with that we both went to the living room. He sat down in one chair and I sat down in the other.
"So what's your story there?" Scorpi asked
"The same as yours from the other day. I had too much to drink last night and on the way here it caught up to me. I was going to go at home after breakfast but I got to thinking about all the fun we're going to have today and I forgot. I got to the point where I just couldn't deal with my desperation anymore so I looked around for a place where I could hide while I went but unfortunately couldn't find anything. So I ended up going on a rock right where everyone could see me. But the only one who saw me was Wizwuz and he had a weird understanding look on his face." I explained
"Well now it's happened to both us" he said and we both laughed
We then enjoyed the day together
Edited October 9, 2014 by Lugia
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This story is about Torts and how he wet himself
It was late at night and I was watching a late night movie. I was getting tired but I wanted to see the whole movie so I had been drinking pop hoping the sugar would keep me awake and it was working.
When the movie was over I had drunk three whole bottles of pop. I turned the tv off and got ready to go to sleep when I felt a small twinge in my bladder but didn't think it was anything to worry about.
(The next morning)
"(Yawns) that was a good movie last night" I said as I woke up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
As I was walking towards the kitchen I felt twinge my bladder like the one from last night but stronger.
"That stung a little. Oh well I'll go after breakfast" I said continuing towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen I decided to have toast for breakfast. I got out the bread and set the toaster to the right temperature. While I was waiting for the toast to get done I got out some peanut butter to put on it and poured a glass of orange juice. Once the toast was done I put the peanut butter on it and took it to the table with the once I finished the toast and orange juice I took everything to the sink so I could wash it later.
While I did that I started to think about all the fun Scorpi and I were going to have today and I was about to head out towards Scorpi's when I remembered that there was something I was going to do after breakfast.
"What was it I was going to do again?" I did my best to remember what I was going to do but I couldn't "Oh well. It's probably not that important" I told myself as I left for Scorpi's
After I was about a mile away from my house I felt a strong jolt in my bladder. I stopped as I remembered what I was going to do after breakfast.
"Oh that's right! I was going to go to the bathroom before I left" I said as I started feeling the pressure on my bladder "I'll just go when I get to Scorpi's" with my decision made I continued walking to Scorpi's house in the spiky desert
After I had walked another half mile the pressure on my bladder had increased and I had started squirming.
After walking for another half mile I came across a river. I tried to ignore it but couldn't because I could still hear the water. I ran in the direction I was going until I could no longer see or hear it because it was making my need worse.
"I just need to hold it in until I get to Scorpi's" I told myself
After I was 2 miles away from Scorpi's house I had to stop to bend over every once and a while.
Once I was a mile away from Scorpi's house I had to cross my legs and grab myself every time I felt a wave of desperation.
"I can hold it until I get to Scorpi's house" I assured myself
When I only had a half mile to go before reaching Scorpi's house I had to keep my legs crossed and my hands pressed against my bladder as I continued to hold it in. I knew that I was close to reaching my limit. And I wasn't so sure about being able to hold it until I got to Scorpi's anymore.
"I h-hope I c-can m-make it to S-scorpi's house in t-time" I said as I felt another wave of desperation
After walking for another 15 minutes I finally arrived at Scorpi's house. By now I was at my limit and my bladder was full. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer.
"F-finally! I'm here" I said
Just as I was about to knock on the door I felt another powerful wave of desperation and despite my efforts to hold it in the floodgates opened. Pee gushed out of me as my bladder emptied itself. It ran down my legs and feet before reaching the ground creating a puddle. I continued to soak myself for around one minute before the stream died down into a trickle and then stopped completely.
"And I was so close too."
After my bladder finished emptying itself I knocked on the door. I was so embarrassed that I almost didn't want to. Shortly afterward Scorpi opened the door.
"Hi Torts" he greeted
"Hi Scorpi" I replied
It was then that he noticed the puddle around my feet.
"Hey Torts why are you standing in a puddle?"
"Oh well um I.... I had an accident" I hesitantly told him
"Oh"
"Don't worry I'll clean it up"
"No it's fine I'll clean it up I don't mind. You can clean yourself up in the shower while I do if you want"
"Thanks Scorpi"
"It's what friends do. The towels and stuff are in the hall closet. I'll be waiting in the living room as soon as I'm done cleaning up your accident"
He then went to get something to clean up after me with while I went to take a shower.
I went to get a towel and wash cloth from the hall closet and headed to bathroom afterward. "I can't believe I wet myself and on Scorpi's front step of all places. I feel so ashamed" I said to myself as I walked towards the bathroom. Once I was in the bathroom I sat the towel down and got in the shower with the wash cloth. After I got the water to a good temperature I cleaned myself off. After I got out of the shower and dried off I put the towel and wash cloth in the laundry basket before going to the living room still embarrassed. When I got to the living room I sat down in a chair not far from the one Scorpj was in.
"So what happened there?" Scorpi asked
"Well I had too much to drink last night and on the way here it caught up to me. I was going to go at home after breakfast but I got to thinking about all the fun we're going to have today and I forgot. I was able to hold it in until I got here but just as I was about to knock on the door I lost control" I explained "I'm sorry"
"It's okay Torts. You had an accident it could happen to anyone" he said
"Yeah I guess you're right. Thanks Scorpi."
Even I had an accident I still enjoyed the day together with Scorpi.
I would appreciate it if you give me requests for Mixels omorashi story's so please give me your requests because it's not easy coming up with ideas on my own. |
Foreword- Man, I'm still working on To Aru Kagaku no Omorashi Hanashi, but here I am starting another story. Ah, but if it's only two stories I can handle it fine, you know! Anyway, I wanted to try something new and really liked the concept behind this, so here we go!
Hello.
If you are reading this, it means you are dead.
We apologize for the inconvenience and any confusion that may arise from this revelation.
Before I introduce myself, it is customary to give newly integrated brain nodes an incident report of their body's death. The report is being uploaded as we speak.
>> Incident Report #145532
Name: ⱪⱦꜚ─ʎ/**89ⱥDOB: Ԓӭ─'"@
Time of Death: 15:42, December 23rd, 2139 .C.E.Cause of Death: extensive third degree burns and internal trauma sustained in gas explosion at apartment complex ID. 44237
Brain Donor: Yes
Neural Compatibility with Project Hive: Yes
Hm… that’s odd. It seems there’s some data corruption in the identification section of your file. No matter. Self identity is not one of the requirements for a brain node. Even if you cannot remember who you were, we will proceed as follows.
Allow me to explain: At the moment of your death and identification as a post-mortem brain donor volunteer, your brain was extracted and cryogenically frozen until it could be transported and linked to the Project Hive Integrated Mass Neural Network Bio-supercomputer, or more commonly known as the Hive Mind. This should've been detailed to you prior to signing up as a brain donor.
While I’m sure you were informed of Project Hive’s role at that time, allow me to briefly summarize the function of the Hive Mind.
The Hive Mind is a mass supercomputer designed to compensate for a lack of brain function in humans with mental disabilities or types of brain damage. In other words, through wireless electrical signals, the Hive Mind allows a human who would otherwise be unable to function normally live a healthy life.
The Hive Mind is large and rapidly growing every day. As such, the Hive Mind is split into Sections and further Subsections for organization. Each Subsection consists of a very small number of brain nodes and relays to only one individual person to optimize function and relive the workloads of each brain node.
We are the controller for Subsection 24. We will relay to you processing requests suitable for your mental capacities as determined by the initial system scanner. The results are available, and will be uploaded immediately.
>> System Scan Results
Intelligence: 80%
Decision-making: 92%
Social Skills: 65%
Critical Thinking: 83%
Language Processing: 71%
Calculation Ability: 76%
Due to your high scores in Decision-making, Intelligence, and Critical Thinking, you have been placed in subsection 3242 as a Frontal Lobe Sub-Controller. You will be tasked with processing a number of suggested actions determined by the lower nodes and relaying them to us, the Controller. Once a consensus is made, we will relay that decision to the target patient. This process may feel like it takes a while, but I assure you, to the patient, the process is instantaneous.
Are you ready to begin? Well, I supposed you can't answer that right now. While no neural connections will be altered and your memories will remain in-tact, we ask that you refrain from thinking of yourself as the person you used to be while you were alive. From now on, you will be an external sub-component of Patient #3242.
Information on the patient is being uploaded now.
>> Patient #3242
Name: Aki, Senna
Sex: Female
Age: 17
Height: 164 cm
Weight: 54 kg.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Occupation: High School Student
Patient Data: Described as a kindhearted, optimistic person with a promising life. Was shot in the head in a school shooting which damaged 45% of her frontal cortex and a portion of her temporal and optical lobe. Linked to the Neural Network on January 2nd, 2140 at 3:51.
You will now be linked with Patient #3242.
***
Your visual cortex springs to life as you begin to see the world through Aki Senna’s life.
She looks around. She’s sitting up on a bed in a hospital room. A few wilting flowers sat in a vase besides her bed and a cane was leaning up against the headboard.
Looking through someone else’s eyes is an unusual sensation. Being in their head takes some getting used to. But you don’t have time for that right now. You have a post-mortem job to do.
You can’t see Senna. That makes sense. You’re looking through her own eyes. You can’t entirely feel what’s going on, but you can hear her own thoughts flowing through your mind.
Ever since that stupid accident she’s had to stay here. She understands that her link with the neural network might still be unstable and they want to monitor her and everything, but she felt fine. Sure, thinking felt a bit different at times, but she was able to adjust to this rather quickly. Now she felt like all those doctors were just getting in the way of her normal life.
The first thing you realize is that Senna hates the hospital. Ever since that school shooting she’s had to stay here. She understands that her link with the neural network might still be unstable and they want to monitor her and everything, but she felt fine. Sure, thinking felt a bit different at times, but she was able to adjust to this rather quickly. Now she felt like all those doctors were just getting in the way of her normal life.
Man, I definitely didn’t sleep well last night… they told me that might happen if they’re uploading a new node.
You guess you should feel guilty about keeping her up, but it wasn’t like you had any control over the situation. You’re dead.
Ah crap! It’s already 7:34! I’ve got physical therapy in ten minutes! I told them I could make it down there on my own this time! If I’m late, they’ll keep me here until school starts again!”
Instantly, a sensation of panic that wasn’t entirely your own flowed through your mind. This would definitely take some getting used to.
You watch through Senna’s eyes as she grabs her cane and drags herself up out of bed.
“Man,” you hear her say aloud, “Walking still feels a bit weird, though…”
As she begins to walk out of the room, she sends a sideways glance to the open door of the personal bathroom and frowns. She’d like to make sure she was semi-presentable, and while she didn’t have to go at the moment, she’d like to at least go before she went to physical therapy.
Ah, but then again, I can’t walk very fast with this cane…
Decision-making. That was your job. In the next instant, you received precompiled suggestions of various actions sent from lower nodes.
--[ We have ten minutes, and going to the bathroom and freshening up is important! ]—
--[ Freshening up is a good idea, but if she doesn’t have to go, not using the toilet is fine, right? ]—
--[ We don’t have time! She should go straight to the physical therapy ASAP. ]—
Alright. It’s your time to shine. Make a decision and send it to the controller. |
—{{ Freshening up is a good idea, but if she doesn’t have to go, not using the toilet is fine, right?}}—
You watch as Senna turns and walks into the bathroom and turns to the mirror. Since it’s not a full body mirror, you can only see Senna’s face and upper torso, but it’s good enough of a first glance at who you’re helping.
The face of a 17-year-old girl looks back at Senna through the mirror. Bandages are wrapped around her head, and there’s a shallow metal cylinder where her left ear should be, with two thin black wires hanging loosely down and disappearing behind Senna’s lower neck.
You suspect that’s her connection with you, and the Hive Mind in general.
Senna wears her brown hair short. It’s cut longer in the front than it is in the back, and as she smoothes it out you can tell that the tufts of hair sticking out at the sides are meant to be there.
Her emerald eyes look dull and she looks rather bored. You’re not sure how much of this is a result of the damage itself and how much of it is legitimate boredom, but seeing as she hates the hospital, you figure you can make a pretty good assumption.
The grey hoodie she’s wearing is rather loose-fitting; it looks almost too big on her, and in her sleep one of the sides of the collar slipped down almost to her shoulder. She adjusts this as you notice (or perhaps because you notice. You’re still not entirely sure how much of your thoughts reaches her at the moment) and splashes cold water on her face before stepping out of the bathroom.
The walk down to physical therapy isn’t anything too interesting. Senna’s annoyed by how the cane catches on things and makes her arm hurt, but you can tell from how her vision bobs up and down that she feels rather off balance.
“Ah! Good morning, Senna!” one of the nurses chimes in a polite voice as she walks by. She’s a rather young nurse with a pleasant face and a body that could turn the heads of both males and females.
You feel she’s rather innocuous, but the sheer wave of animosity that hits you from Senna is surprising.
That bitch! I swear to god she has been the hugest pain in my ass since I got here!
You’re mildly interested in what exactly Senna’s beef with the nurse is all about, but unfortunately, you can’t search through Senna’s memories. The best you can do is know what she’s thinking at the moment, and right now, she’s only focused on how much she hates the nurse, and not why.
A few moments later, Senna makes it to therapy. Just on time, it seems like, because Senna feels relieved that she wasn’t late.
“Ah! Fraulein Senna! It’s good to see you this morning!”
Senna turns to look at the tall man with short brown hair approaching her from a work area on the left side of the room. You can’t quite see his eyes due to the reflective, square framed glasses obscuring them, but he’s wearing a pleasant smile on his face.
Despite his formal attire, he somehow gives off a rather relaxed, casual feel. His tie is just the slightest bit loose and somewhat crooked, his left the very top button of his dress shirt open, and he’s holding his hands loosely in the pockets of his lab coat.
His name is Dr. Klaus, Senna’s thoughts provide.
Prior to the Tokyo-Reset Project in 2099 and Open-Island Reform in 2117, Japan’s rather restrictive job market made it incredibly difficult for immigrants to Japan to get jobs other than as foreign language teachers unless they were absolutely renowned and reputable in their respective fields.
Now, however, foreigners working in Japanese jobs were a common sight, though Japanese citizens were still quite dominant in the workforce.
“Hello, Dr. Klaus,” Senna bowed politely. Unlike the nurse from before, it was obvious that Senna held respect for the tall man standing in front of her.
He nods takes a clipboard out of a holder on the wall and jots down a few things before turning back to Senna.
“We’ve been pushing you a lot lately, ja?” he asks, “Today I think some massage therapy would be good for you.”
Senna frowns. It’s not that she thinks massage therapy sounds unpleasant, rather, she feels irritated. She glances down at the cane she’s been walking with and Dr. Klaus nods.
“Ah, but you are irritated with the cane, ja? Very well, if you feel up to it, we will continue with the walking practice.”
Senna smiles at this and eagerly walks over to two parallel bars bolted to the bottom of the floor. They’re support rails, either to hold onto while walking, or to catch yourself if a patient loses their balance.
She barely waits for Dr. Klaus to approach her and correct her posture before she hooks her cane on one of the rails, and begins standing on her own power.
Alright Senna! You can do this! Without holding onto the rails this time!
She takes a step forwards, and despite being rather shaky while doing so, she manages to right herself on her own, without the rail or Dr. Klaus helping her.
Progress!
Another step; this one more confident.
“Ah, sehr gut, sehr gut!” Dr. Klaus claps. He seems genuinely happy for Senna, and you start to see why she has respect for him.
She begins walking more confidently, taking each step one at a time. While she lost balance once or twice, she managed to regain it without relying on the rails for support. As she takes the final step to the end of the rail-lined path, you can practically feel her smiling in pride.
“I did it! Soon that stupid cane will be a thing of the past!”
“Very good, Fraulein!” Klaus smiles, “Now, turn around and return!”
Senna gulped.
Turning around.
This had been where she messed up the last three times.
It was at the point where she couldn’t even say “third time’s a charm!” anymore.
In fact, this was the fourth time, and while Senna was never one for being superstitious, four was an unlucky number for sure.
No! It’ll be fine!
She begins to turn around slowly, nervousness pulsing with her heartbeat in the forefront of her mind.
“A-ah!” You hear her yell before you see her fall. She grabs onto the end of the rail, but her hand slips and her heart skips a beat.
Then she stops.
Dr. Klaus, who was on the other side of the room, had caught Senna and was supporting her with his arms.
“Hmm…” Dr. Klaus speaks from behind Senna, “Turning needs a bit of work, ja?”
“Y-yeah…” Senna replies. You can feel the disappointment she’s feeling, and for a brief moment you wish there was something you could do for her.
Well, aside from the whole “being part of the network that allows her to function normally” thing.
“Ah, don’t feel bad!” Dr. Klaus helps her sit down in a chair nearby and gives her one of those conical paper cups filled with water, “You’re shaking like a leaf from that! Relax, calm down, and we can try again, ja?”
Senna nods and looks down at the paper cup.
Geez, my throat’s parched!
She couldn’t quite recall if she had woken up with a dry throat and didn’t notice it because of her tiredness, or if her exertions at physical therapy were to blame.
At any rate, she downed the whole cup of water quickly.
She noticed that Dr. Klaus had sat her down next to one of those water dispensers you see in office buildings all the time. It was a small rectangular structure with hot and cold water faucets, with a device stocked with wax-coated paper that folded the cups into a conical paper shape and a water synthesizer, which drew moisture out of the air and filtered it into drinkable water.
These things have been around for forever, and we still couldn’t give these damn cups bottoms!
She doesn’t particularly care, of course. She’s still thirsty. She refills the paper cup Dr. Klaus handed her and downs it again before refilling her cup a third time and letting that sit as she sips it more slowly.
Geez, I thought this Hive Mind thing was supposed to help me? Why do I still feel so off-balance? Ah well, I guess it’s better than… that…
Memories surfaced in her mind, but they were dark and fuzzy. Speech that wasn’t exactly clear, images that weren’t exactly faces. A thick, primal panic. Confusion. An inability to focus on anything. Wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say. Not remembering words. Fear. Fear and darkness. But not the kind of darkness where nothing was there, but the kind of darkness that arises when it’s perfectly bright out, but you still get chills up your spine because you know something’s wrong but you don’t know what.
You watch as she reaches her hand up and touches her forehead. You can’t feel what her fingers do, but she begins focusing on an image of herself staring at the mirror again. Instead she was wearing a hospital gown and she had lifted her bandages up.
A scar.
The kind of round pot-park like scar that could only be caused by a bullet.
Dr. Klaus walks back into the room.
Senna hadn’t even noticed he left.
“Ah! Fraulein!” he smiles, “Are you ready to continue, or…?”
He looks down at the paper cup she’s holding. Her hand’s shaking a little bit. It’s so subtle that if she hadn’t been holding the cup, he likely wouldn’t have noticed.
“Senna,” he speaks. His voice switches from a casual tone to a more serious one, “Are you… okay?”
“Y-yeah, I’m fine!” she snaps out of it and tries to still her shaking hand. It’s not as effective as she would’ve liked.
“If you want to, we can switch to massage therapy,” Dr. Klaus says in a gentle tone, “You don’t have to push yourself if you don’t want to.”
Once again, you feel the network stream you a set of choices. It’s in your hands once more.
—[ She shouldn’t push herself too hard, and she seems pretty stressed out right now. Massage therapy would be a good idea. ]—
—[ I think she can manage another session of walking practice. She just needs to take it easy and slowly. ]—
—[ She doesn’t want to be with that cane forever! She’s got to down that last cup of water and give it all she’s got!]—
The decision is back in your hands. |
—{{ She doesn’t want to be with that cane forever! She’s got to down that last cup of water and give it all she’s got! }}—
You watch the world shake as Senna shakes her head.
It’s not the time to relax! I want my life back!
Senna quickly downs the last cup of water, tosses the paper into a nearby trashcan, and stands up shakily.
Dr. Klaus holds out her cane for her to walk over to the walking path, but with fiery determination, Senna denies its use and walks over to the rail-lined path all on her own, albeit with one or two stumbles.
She makes it down to the other end of the walking path as quickly as she can manage without falling before looking down at her feet.
She had to turn around again.
Such a simple thing should be easy, but she had failed four times before.
Holding her breath, she begins to turn around slowly, being very careful to make sure she won’t lose her balance again.
Yes! Here we go! I’ve got it this time!
Just as she said that, however, she feels her left foot slip out from underneath her and once again her heart jolts in her chest.
Not again, Damnit!
She repositions her feet and flings out her arms until she’s in a relatively stable position, then turns herself around the rest of the way. By the end of it, she’s panting and grasping onto the guide rails, but she had technically managed to turn around without falling or having Dr. Klaus help her.
“I… I did it!” She exclaims. With a bit more confidence, she makes her way back down the walking path and smiles proudly once she reaches the end.
“Sehr gut!” Dr. Klaus smiles. He opens his mouth to say something else, but in that instant a nurse— the nurse from before, in fact— walks in without saying anything and hands Dr. Klaus a piece of paper.
“A-ah!” Klaus frowns, scratching the back of his head, “Ah, Fraulein Senna! Unfortunately, I have some urgent business to attend to. I’ll have to ask you to wait in this room, if that’s okay? I should be back shortly.
Senna sends the nurse a stern glare before nodding and once again taking a seat down in the chair next to the water dispenser.
The two leave her alone in the room, and she sighs.
“Man, just when I make progress, that woman has to show up and interrupt everything…”
Senna rests her cheek on her hand and closes one of her eyes while reaching over and grabbing another cup of water from the machine. Even though she hadn’t fallen, she was still shaken up by the close call, and water would calm her down.
While she’s sipping the water from the cup, she widens her eyes and looks down at her body.
You can see now that she’s wearing a pair of black track shorts. The hoodie’s so long that it almost covers them completely, and to someone not paying much attention, it would likely seem as though Senna wasn’t wearing anything but her hoodie.
Still, this doesn’t seem to be what she was worried about at the moment.
Ah, I kinda have to go…
She looks over at the door. There wasn’t a bathroom in this room (in fact, the nearest one was in a nearby waiting room, and that was down the hall), but she figures Dr. Klaus wouldn’t mind it if she were to leave for a few minutes.
She instinctively reaches down for her cane, only to panic when she found it missing.
W-what!? Where…
That was right. She had left it hanging on one of the guard rails earlier. Fair enough, it was simple enough to walk over and-
It’s gone.
She looks over at the rails and sees no sign of her cane. There’s nothing on the floor either, so it’s not like it just fell over.
Her cane’s gone.
D… did that nurse from earlier take it!?
You still aren’t entirely sure why Senna’s so hung up on that nurse, but you’re pretty sure the nurse wouldn’t have had an opportunity to take the cane.
W-well, it’s fine, right? I mean, Dr. Klaus won’t be gone too long. I can hold it until then, for sure.
Uncertainty clouds Senna’s mind as the thinks that, however. It’s not like she doesn’t think she’s capable of holding it until Dr. Klaus gets back, but she’s still suspicious of the nurse. She might wind up holding Dr. Klaus up for an indeterminate amount of time.
Just as you start thinking that Senna’s being overly paranoid about all of this, she glances into the garbage can and notices something aside from the two cups she had thrown in there.
Senna didn’t make it a habit digging through trashcans, but the thought that the nurse had planned something had compelled her to this time.
She reached in and drew out an empty vial.
The string of chemical symbols and numbers written on the label were absolutely meaningless to you, but Senna’s mind provided you with information.
Furosemide!? Even as a diuretic, that’s not just something you should play around with! Did she pour it into the water reservoir?
You really don’t know why Senna was able to identify such a substance from a few chemical symbols, but you find yourself worrying about something entirely different.
More accurately, it was Senna worrying about things, but you find that the longer you stay connected to her, the harder it is to distinguish your thoughts from her.
Ah… I shouldn’t think about such things! For all I know, it could just be a mistake! Thinking about it might just invoke the placebo effect…
To get her mind off her relatively innocuous need, she lets her mind wander until it falls upon the memory of a person you can’t quite make out.
They’re standing in front of Senna defensively, and blood dripping down their left arm. You can’t even tell if they’re a girl or a boy because the memory of that moment was clouded by both Senna’s mind and her tears at the time.
Suddenly, the figure jerks back. There’s no sound, but like a silent movie you could see the person fall to the ground. Almost tragically the last thing they do is reach out to Senna’s hand before the whole image jerks around and goes black.
The shooting.
That was the moment Senna was shot.
In that moment, she also lost something else.
Her memories do nothing to provide you with a name or even any information.
Then suddenly, you wonder if there is any information.
Perhaps a classmate, someone that Senna knew but didn’t know, someone like a secret admirer or just a hero-at-heart, sacrificing themselves with the hopes that it would save Senna.
Regardless, it seems like Senna has already sealed off her feelings of the experience. She’s merely watching it as you are. An observer.
Suddenly, however, she stops. Bringing her back to the present moment was the twinge in her bladder. She didn’t just have to go anymore. She was noticeably desperate.
Ah! That got bad quickly! She really did pour diuretics into the water!
With no one else in the room, Senna feels no shame in quickly grabbing herself.
Ah… what should I do? If this keeps up, I won’t be able to hold it…
Once again, you feel the Hive Mind system send you decisions for you to choose from. You guess it’s time for you to make another decision.
—[ Dr. Klaus should be back soon. She can hold on for a few more minutes. ]—
—[ She’s been doing a lot of walking practice, right? She doesn’t need the cane! She can walk down to the bathrooms by herself. ]—
—[ She’s all alone in the room. There’s gotta be somewhere she can go nearby. If all else fails, there’s those paper cups… ]—
Once again, Senna’s decisions are in your hands. |
—{{ Dr. Klaus should be back soon. She can hold on for a few more minutes. }}—
No… it’ll be fine. Dr. Klaus wouldn’t leave me here for too long… he’ll be back, hopefully with my cane…
While Senna doesn’t really have time to be picky, she would much rather have her cane to help her to the bathroom than Dr. Klaus.
I’d probably die of embarrassment or something…
Something about that phrasing strikes Senna as funny. Perhaps for someone who survived a bullet to the head, the very notion of dying to something so mundane and harmless was ridiculous.
You decide as someone who’s actually dead, you don’t find this as funny as Senna does.
Although, now that you think about it, you don’t really remember dying. To be fair, if your brain was going to repress any memory, the moment of your death would probably be a good one to pick.
Then again, most brains wouldn’t need to, for very obvious reasons.
Aaahhh… this is… it’s getting worse…
Senna can’t help but squirm around in the chair.
“Hurry up…” she pleaded aloud.
Furosemide! The nerve of her! I can’t believe she’d do such a thing!!
Suddenly, chemical symbols and calculations flooded your mind as they did Senna’s. She seemed to have quite the memory for these sorts of things. Not just chemistry either. Physics equations, mathematical formulas, and even random astronomical facts buzzed around as she tried to think of anything but her growing need.
“My my, we’ve wound up in quite the scientist, haven’t we?”
The voice startled you. You hadn’t heard from the controller since you first “woke up” here, if that was really the correct wording.
“Oh no, don’t mind me. I’m just admiring the scenery.”
You doubt he (or she, it’s kind of hard to tell which such an electronic voice like that) talking about the physiotherapy center (although there was an exotic flowering plant in the corner). It seems more like he was referring to the girl’s memories, or at least, her knowledge of science.
“Isn’t it incredible? Such a brilliant mind could’ve been lost if it weren’t for us, you know.”
They, you decide to call the controller, were talking like they were trying to sell you over. As if you really had a choice at this point.
You could already see, through Senna’s eyes, the benefits of the Hive Mind.
“Ah, but I’m not just here for that… it seems that, inadvertently, ‘that’ will be activated…”
As though on cue, Senna hears two small beeps coming from the device over her left ear. Your vision cuts out for a second, and then you start seeing two images simultaneously.
It’s disorienting, and you can’t quite make out what’s happening in either.
“Oh, sorry… we need to recalibrate your visual feed. Please excuse us…”
Despite talking as if the task would take a noticeable amount of time, in the next moment, you find yourself looking at Senna from some external camera, and for the first time, you get a full view of the girl you’ve been “a part of”.
And at the moment, she doesn’t look very comfortable.
She’s squirming around on the edge of her seat, shaking her thighs up and down and shutting her eyes tightly.
“This is the first time you’ve experienced this, so please allow me to explain.”
Despite no longer looking through Senna’s eyes, you’re still connected to her brain, and you can tell she can hear this as well as you can.
“What you are experiencing is called ‘Enhanced Perception’ mode. It is an emergency protocol built into your Wireless Electronic Terminal. The system is still in its prototype phase, but it’s designed to protect the Patient if they are in danger.”
“Then why is it activating now!? I have to pee, I’m not being attacked!”
“Like we said, the system is still in its prototype phase. Increased perspiration, an elevated heart rate, and heavy or irregular breathing, and other similar physiological stimulation will activate the system, regardless of the actual perceived danger of the situation. The system releases dozens of nanodrones that circle around you and give them a controllable perspective of the situation. Since the Hive Mind network works mostly in your subconscious, all this means for you is that you’ll get something of a sixth sense, so to speak.”
“Well that’s peachy, can I sic one after that bitch nurse?”
“Negative. We’re afraid the nanobots run on wireless power streamed directly from the Terminal. Outside a certain range the nanobots would become inoperable.”
“Damn… Oohhhh!”
Senna stiffened up and jammed both of her hands between her legs.
“Furosemide! That’s gotta be one of the strongest damn diuretics she could get her bitchy paws on!”
With your external view, you aren’t missing any of Senna’s movements, and while being connected to her mind, you can hear her thoughts as well.
Ah…. I don’t think I can hold out much longer!
You don’t have a direct connection to her nervous system aside from her brain, so you can’t feel her bladder, but you can see it. A very subtle but visible bulge standing out against the baggy looseness of her hoodie and very apparent with her tight track shorts.
You watch as her eyes widen. She stiffens up completely and for a second she stops moving. You wonder if she’s lost it, but your mental connection with her tells you she hasn’t yet.
A-ah… this is bad! If I even relax a little, it’ll come out!
Her whole body’s shaking with the effort of holding in her flood.
Damn that bitch! I swear I’ll get her back for this… ah… but first I need to focus on not wetting myself.
Her face has turned red in exertion at this point, and thin beads of sweat are starting to form on her forehead. She lowers her head and focuses solely on keeping the growing flood in her bladder in, but when someone fights against their body, inevitably it’s a losing battle.
I’m almost at my limit!
Senna isn’t sure whether to be relieved or embarrassed when she hears the door open.
“Ah! Fraulein Senna! Sorry for keeping you waiting… a-ah…”
Dr. Klaus stops and frowns, “You… you don’t look too good… do you have a fever?”
Senna’s face nearly turned purple as she muttered the truth.
“T… toilet…”
Dr. Klaus doesn’t quite hear her at first.
“Wiederholen? Can you repeat that?”
Senna’s face couldn’t have possibly turned a deeper shade of red than it already was, but you could swear you saw it change colors once again.
“I… I have to… go to the toilet!”
“Ah! Es tut mir leid! I must’ve accidentally taken your cane by accident! I don’t remember taking it, but it was hooked over my arm when I looked down! Ach! I’m so absentminded sometimes!”
It wasn’t you! It was that bitch nurse!!!
Dr. Klaus held out the cane for Senna to take, but she didn’t move an inch.
“Ah, Fraulein Senna…?”
“I… can’t move…”
She shook in place and tried to jam her hands into her crotch, but the longer she sat there, the fuller her bladder got.
“Ach, a real emergency, huh?” Dr. Klaus scratched his head, “Ah! You can use this!”
He reached behind his desk and pulled out an empty bedpan.
“We keep these in here. It’s hospital policy, though I honestly have no idea why we’d have them in physio...”
In any other situation, Senna would’ve thought twice about peeing into a bedpan.
In fact, in any other situation, Senna probably would’ve rejected the offer entirely.
However, she was on the verge of wetting herself, and there was no way she could make it to the bathroom in time.
She grabs it eagerly and pulls down her shorts and panties in one swift motion.
Dr. Klaus turns around quickly. He looked as though he considered leaving the room, but stops. You hope it’s because he didn’t want to open the doors and risk someone seeing Senna, not because he wanted to listen to Senna peeing.
Thanks to the nanobot, you get a good view of Senna pressing the bedpan between her legs and the exploding fountain of urine that pounded against the sides loudly.
“Ahhhh~!” she sighs in relief. For a brief moment, all cognitive thought seems to cease, and Senna’s left simply basking in the pure relief of finally getting to pee.
“Dr. Klaus!”
The door swings open, hitting the poor doctor, who was standing so close to it, in the face.
Panic and embarrassment floods over Senna.
I don’t want anyone to see me, but I’m still not finished yet! What do I do!?
Once again, you feel the familiar sensation of being directed predetermined prompts. It’s time to make another decision for Senna.
—[ She can’t let a random person catch her in this position! She should stop peeing and pull up her shorts posthaste! ]—
—[ It’s not just her reputation that she needs to worry about! Dr. Klaus’s reputation might be affected as well! She has to stop no matter what! ]—
—[ Doctors and nurses are accustomed to this sort of thing, right? She should continue peeing. ]—
—[ Ah, she’s so close to finishing! She can afford to finish peeing, despite the consequences. ]—
Once again, you find yourself at the helm. |
Hold on a minute, this is… that’s odd… why would they send an invalid option? The lower nodes got the bladder data, right?
Time out, we have to check something…
Alright, the system says “security breach, data packet intercepted”. That’s not supposed to happen. That’s not supposed to be possible. The Hive Mind is a network of interconnected human minds, you can’t hack human minds… unless…
Hold on for a femtosecond, we need to check something else…
Alright, back again, we couldn’t find what we were looking for, but we’ve got approximately 10 microseconds left to respond, so let’s send your choice, shall we?
—[ She should pull up her shorts, but only after she stops completely. ]—
Wait… hold on… that wasn’t one of the options…
Ah, it doesn’t really matter. We’re out of time, and seeing as the lower nodes didn’t have the full story, your option will suffice.
—{{ She should pull up her shorts, but only after she stops completely. }}—
A-ah! There’s no way I can be seen like this!
You watch Senna struggle as she tries to stem the flow. It takes longer than you think she has time for, but in the end she manages to stop peeing and pull her shorts up before the door opens completely.
It’s not anyone who you recognize.
It’s not anyone Senna recognizes either.
In fact, from the looks of it, not even Dr. Klaus knows who his guest is.
But there’s one thing that stands out to all of you.
She’s quite clearly a woman, and the only thing she has to cover herself is a torn-up, rag-like t-shirt.
It’s not long enough to make up for her lack of pants, and it’s so torn it barely makes up for her lack of a bra.
However, the most apparent thing about this woman is her inhumanly violet-colored hair— matted and tangled and so long it reaches down past her waist— and her contrasting golden eyes.
The woman herself is older than Senna and she looks to be more around Dr. Klaus’s age.
“W-water…”
For a moment, it takes a while for Senna to register anything. She still has to pee like crazy, but the situation unfolding before her was so utterly bizarre that she’s no longer even thinking about her needs.
“W-w-water…”
The woman’s voice is raspy and her yellow eyes are glazed over.
“A-ah, y-yes,” Dr. Klaus replies, blushing, “H-here…”
He walks over to the water dispenser and pours a cup of water to hand to the strange woman.
At first, Senna is too focused on trying to hold herself while listening to the pouring water, but once Dr. Klaus turns to hand the cup to the woman, Senna realizes what got her in her current situation in the first place.
“S-stop!”
“Hm?” Dr. Klaus looks back at Senna in confusion.
Senna blushes. Would Dr. Klaus really believe her? Even if Senna showed him the empty bottle, would he just think that Senna was being paranoid?
Besides, the woman looks quite thoroughly dehydrated. Surely she wouldn’t mind the diuretic effect, right?
“N-nevermind…” Senna answers finally.
Dr. Klaus shrugs and turns back to the woman.
“H-here you go… uh… can I get you anything else… like clothes?”
The woman doesn’t answer and simply downs the cup quickly.
Her eyes instantly light up and she smiles with child-like happiness.
“More!”
Dr. Klaus decides that instead of walking back and forth with cups of water for the parched woman to down, the best course of action is to lead her to the dispenser and let her drink to her heart’s content.
“Ah, Senna,” Dr. Klaus looks down at the still desperate girl, “You… ah, do you think you can… you know…”
…make it to the bathroom in this state?
Senna, reading the situation, completes mentally.
She managed to take some of the edge off her desperation (at the very least, she wasn’t on the absolute verge of wetting herself now), so she nods quietly and brings herself to her feet with the help of her cane.
A-ah! Standing up definitely doesn’t help! I gotta make it to the toilets!
Senna hobbles to the door and out into the hallway. She can’t stop holding herself, but she wasn’t too worried about that at the moment.
It’s just down the hall… hopefully no one’s in there…
However, her hope for relief is swiftly crushed as the single-occupant toilets at the end of the hall near the waiting room come into view.
The woman’s toilet was occupied.
A-ah, not good… I don’t think I can wait anymore!
Senna’s mind turns back to the bed pan she had left in Dr. Klaus’s room. Which would be shorter… waiting for the toilets here or hobbling her way back into the room and using the bed pan?
As she considers this, someone bumps into her, making her lose her balance and drop her cane.
“A-ahh!” she moans, nearly losing it from the shock of her fall.
She turns around to see who bumped her and curses to herself as she notices that one nurse from before walking away innocently.
She crawls over to where her cane fell and tries to pull herself up.
“A-ah!”
She stops.
A short spurt escapes into her panties and she blushes. It hasn’t quite soaked through to her shorts yet, but she couldn’t very well stand up at the risk of peeing all over the floor.
Of course, not standing up would spell her doom in due time anyway.
T-this is bad!
Suddenly, she hears one of the toilets in front of her flush. The sound of rushing water is torture, but the prospect of her being able to finally pee renews her confidence.
With much effort, and a bit more leakage, Senna brings herself to her feet.
The sound of someone washing their hands behind the door nearly spells the end for Senna’s struggle, but she holds out through it and eagerly awaits the door to open.
As the door to the women’s toilets opens up and a young girl at least three years younger than Senna walks out with a smile on her face.
“Aahhhh! That was a close one!” She sighs.
Stop rubbing it in and get out of the way you stupid brat!
Senna normally doesn’t dislike kids, but right now she’d be willing to hate just about anything if it meant she could pee.
Once she had enough room to brush past the girl in her way, Senna bolted into the toilet and closed the door behind her.
Quick! Gotta take my shorts off before I leak!
Senna pulls down her track shorts and panties once more and sits down on the toilet with much anticipation.
Instantly she allows herself to relax and pee explodes out of her forcefully against the toilet bowl.
“Aaaahhhh~! I can’t believe I made it!”
As Senna relaxes, the nanobots begin returning to the electrode and your vision once again switches from the nanobot’s camera to Senna’s own eyes.
Since they’re closed at the moment, you can’t really see anything.
Slowly she opens her eyes and sighs.
“Glad that’s over… Ah, but the Furosemide’s still in my system… I’ll have to remember to monitor my bladder more closely to avoid such a situation.”
After cleaning herself up and washing her hands, she moves to inspect the damage to her panties.
She only leaked a little bit, but there’s a noticeable, faintly yellow wet spot about the size of a ten-yen coin sitting on the crotch of her white lace panties.
There’s no reason to keep them off if it’s just a little drop. This won’t soak through or anything, so I should be fine.
She puts her panties and shorts back on and pulls them up before heading back to the physiotherapy room.
Even before she opens the doors to the room, she can hear an interesting situation unfolding from within.
“Ach! Sheisse! Das ist nicht gut! You can’t eat that, those are-”
“Hungry! I’m hungry!”
“Moment mal! I’ll get you something, just wait!”
“HUNGRY!”
“Ach! Mein ohr! Don’t bite people in strange places!”
Senna opened the door with a smile on her face.
The scene in front of her was quite amusing for multiple reasons.
Somehow, over the course of Senna’s time going to the toilet, the strange woman had actually managed to remove her shirt, leaving her entirely naked.
On top of that, she was currently clinging onto Dr. Klaus in a manner that could only be described as provocative, an angry look in her eyes as she forced the poor doctor back against his desk.
To top it all off, she had her teeth clamped down firmly onto Dr. Klaus’s left ear. It looked suggestive enough, but from the context of the conversation, this was all a misunderstanding.
The blush on Dr. Klaus’s face would do nothing to clear up that misunderstanding, and Dr. Klaus didn’t need to know that Senna had the context of the situation, did he?
“Well well,” Senna remarks, placing her free hand on her hip as she leaned on her cane with the other, “What do we have here?”
“Ach! This is not what it looks like! I swear!”
Senna nearly fell over laughing at the absolutely petrified look on Dr. Klaus’s face.
However, in doing so, Senna brought upon her the unwanted attention of the strange purple-haired woman.
The woman approaches her tentatively and sniffs around her.
“Pee?”
The purple-haired woman cocks her head to side like a kitten seeing its own reflection in the mirror for the first time.
Senna blushes and hopes that the woman is stating her needs and not what she smells on Senna.
Optimistically, Senna smiles and asks, “W-what, you suddenly have to pee?”
The purple-haired woman shook her head and pointed to her nose, “Smell! I smell pee.”
Senna blushes even deeper.
I-impossible! I only leaked a little bit! A wet spot the size of a ten-yen coin! How could she possibly smell that!?
Hearing rustling behind her, the purple-haired woman turns back to Dr. Klaus, who had recovered enough to pick up the clothes he had somehow obtained for the woman.
Slowly and carefully, he holds them out to her.
“Put these on, then we can get food, ja?”
The woman looks at Dr. Klaus in confusion.
Dr. Klaus sighs, “Ach! Turn around and raise your arms.”
The woman seemed to be more inclined to follow this direct order. She turns her back to Dr. Klaus and raises her arms as instructed.
Despite being around the same age as Dr. Klaus, the woman was noticeably shorter. This made Dr. Klaus’s next job much easier.
With a red face and a considerable amount of struggling on both sides of the equation, Dr. Klaus eventually dresses the woman in a fresh, white shirt.
“Ach, Fraulein Senna, could you help me out and get some underwear onto this woman? A shirt’s one thing, but…”
He looks away and blushes, and Senna nods.
“Alright, come over here, uhm….”
What was her name, anyway?
Senna sits down so she can use both hands and grabs the fresh pair of panties Dr. Klaus had managed to find for the mysterious visitor. The woman gives Senna a significantly easier time and is overall more cooperative with the panties than she was with the t-shirt.
Senna finds this whole situation weird. She’s never dressed someone else before, let alone someone older than her.
“S-so, you got a name?”
“Omoko-chan!”
Senna smiles, “That’s a nice name.”
Once Omoko’s panties are in place, Senna turns and picks up the red shorts laid out for her.
“I’m Senna, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Senna-chan!” Omoko echoes happily, “Please take good care of me!”
Senna finishes dressing Omoko and smiles.
“Alright, Dr. Klaus,” Senna replies, alerting the doctor who was facing the wall in an attempt to preserve what little modesty Omoko had left.
“Ah, Gut! You’re finished! Danke!”
He leans back on his desk and scratches the very faint patch of blonde fuzz growing on his chin.
“The question is, who is this person? I’ve checked the medical records, but no one admitted in the past six months was reported to have purple hair and golden eyes… Also, I’d like to take her to one of my coworkers and see if we can get her a brain scan…”
Omoko’s loud, grumbling stomach interrupts Dr. Klaus and reminds both of them of her hunger.
“Ah, right! We can worry about all that later! Now, let’s get some food, ja? Ah, Senna, you’re welcome to come with us, if you want?”
Once again, the system sends you options from the lower nodes. It's time to make another choice.
—[ ?ì̳͓͓ͭΩΆ͛ Жәȑɻ UzāÈ¥ ]—
—[ ýï²O ʓȫˏ˅˃ ʂܳ~¿]—
—[ Ā̠ʯʬΔ ƓǭⱦⱠⱠ ᴂᶇᵢᵊW ]—
Hold up, hold up… now… that isn’t right… hmm… let us try to re-send the data packets…
—[ 4_15_14_20 : 20_18_21_19_20 : 20_8_5 : 3_15_14_20_18_15_12_12_5_18 ]—
—[ 2_5_23_1_18_5 : 15_6 : 20_8_5 : 13_1_14 : 14_1_13_5_4 : 16_8_9_14_5_1_19 : 7_1_7_5 ]—
—[ 4_18 : 11_12_1_21_19 : 9_19 : 20_8_5 : 8_1_3_11_5_18 ]—
Hmmm… that’s not right either… ah well, you know what, it’s a yes or no answer, We're sure you can answer this one on your own without options. Good luck! |
—{{ 20_8_5 : 15_6_6_19_5_20 : 23_9_12_12 : 2_5 : 3_8_1_14_7_5_4 : 4 }}—
Mmhhh…. That’s still not working… ah, fine, we’ll do it then…
Ahem… “—{{ She should go to lunch with Dr. Klaus. It might prove interesting. }}—“
Or something like that. Now excuse us while we go try to fix things…
***
“Ah, sure,” you hear Senna agree. In truth, she’s a bit hungry herself, and she has a sneaking suspicion that whatever food she’ll get by tagging along with Dr. Klaus is probably going to be better than the hospital food she’d get if she declined and went back to her room.
“Sehr Gut!” Dr. Klaus claps his hands together, “Come along, you two.”
“Food, food!” Omoko cheers, trailing after the doctor eagerly.
Senna falls into step behind the two and trails behind.
Aside from Omoko’s childish chanting as the odd trio makes their way down the hall, no one bothers saying much of anything until everyone arrives at the hospital’s cafeteria for guests.
The smell instantly hits Senna and the only thing she can think about is eating. She hasn’t eaten anything but the lousy institutional food all the patients get since the school shooting (aside from one or two times Dr. Klaus stopped by her room with a slice of cake or some pastries) and the smells in the cafeteria were almost heavenly.
“Man, why’s the stuff down here so much better than what they serve us?”
The trio enters the cafeteria and pick a rather innocuous 4-seat table along one of the walls by the door. Omoko and Dr. Klaus wind up on one side, while Senna sits down on the other side and leans her cane on the empty seat on her own side.
They order their food quickly and Senna decides that now, while they wait, would be an opportune time to talk to their new friend.
“Say, Omoko, what’re you doing here at the hospital in the first place? Apparently you’re not on the patient roster….”
“Omoko’s not a patient… Omoko was visiting someone… erm… well, Omoko wanted to visit a person… but they told Omoko that person died.”
Omoko looked down at the table with a sad face.
“Ach, I’m so sorry, Fraulein…” Dr. Klaus frowns. He looks up, as though trying to recall something, “Ah, was this person… By any chance… did they happen to go by the name Haru?”
“Ah! Yes! Haru-sensei!”
“Sensei?” Senna and Dr. Klaus both echo at the same time.
“Yes! Haru-sensei taught me many important things!”
“Ah, about that,” Dr. Klaus said, “After lunch, I’d like to take you down to radiology— with your permission, of course. I want to know why you’re so… child-like.”
At this, Omoko puffs out her cheeks, “Omoko’s not a kid! Omoko’s super smart!”
Dr. Klaus shoots Senna a look of disbelief before smiling in an attempt to humor Omoko.
“Would you mind… demonstrating your intellect?”
Omoko smiled, “You might not believe Omoko, but Omoko will prove herself!”
Omoko grabs a napkin and begins to etch down numerous symbols and complicated-looking equations before proudly handing off the napkin to Dr. Klaus.
“T-these are…!?”
“Omoko told you!” Omoko smiled, “Omoko’s super smart! Omoko’s memorized several quantum mechanical formulas including the Robertson-Scrodinger uncertainty relation, quantum tunneling probability calculations, and it goes without saying that Omoko knows Heisenburg’s Uncertainty Principle. Calculating simple things like this are a piece of cake for Omoko!”
“I can’t even check these for accuracy,” Dr. Klaus replies, baffled, “Ach, I’m a doctor, not a physicist!”
Omoko pouts, “They’re right! Omoko worked hard under Haru-sensei! Haru-sensei taught Omoko a lot of things!”
Dr. Klaus sighs, “Well, if you say you know The Professor…”
Senna starts to feel very much out of the loop at this point.
“The professor?” she echoes in confusion.
Dr. Klaus looks over, realizing she’s probably lost, “Ach! Es tut mir leid! I was being rude. The patient who recently died here, Dr. Hamakakuzo Haru, was a world-renowned theoretical physicist. He lived in the U.K. for a while, but then moved back to Japan last year. His last name was hard for people to pronounce, so he often just went as “The Professor”. If he’s really the one who taught this woman…”
“Omoko’s not lying!”
The woman bangs on the table with her hands and glares at the poor doctor.
“Ach! Ja, Ja! I get it!”
“Sorry to keep you waiting, but here’s your food!”
Over the course of the conversation, Senna had completely forgotten that they were in fact waiting for the food they ordered prior.
Senna looks over at the waitress standing at the side of their table, holding at least three trays of food and balancing everything with expert precision. The waitress herself looks a tad uncomfortable, but that could be chalked up to her trying to balance so much food.
In fact, Senna probably wouldn’t have thought much about it either, but after setting the other two plates on the table, she makes her way over to the side closest to Omoko and the violet-haired woman takes the opportunity to sniff at her food.
“Hmmm…. Omoko smells pee…”
At this, the waitress takes a flustered step back as her face flushes with color.
“Hawha? Uhm….”
Omoko sniffs at her plate again and smiles, “Ah, it’s not the food!”
The waitress smiles uncomfortably, “Ah, in t-that case, enjoy your meal!”
As Senna watches the waitress hurry off back towards the kitchen, she notices that she’s walking a bit strangely.
Still, that woman’s problems were of no concern to Senna. There was a much more immediate issue she needed to correct.
You watch as Senna looks over at Omoko and slaps the violet-haired woman upside the head.
“Owowowowow!” Omoko cries, grabbing the back of her head.
“Bad Omoko-chan!” Senna scolds, “You’re not allowed to go around sniffing people!”
“Aw! But Haru-sensei didn’t mind it when Omoko did that!”
Just what kind of person was “The Professor”….
“Ahem,” Dr. Klaus coughs to get the attention of the two female members of their table, “Fraulein Senna, I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from giving Omoko a concussion before we take her down to radiology. On the other hand, the Fraulein has a point. You shouldn’t go around smelling other people.”
Omoko pouted, “Okay…”
As she eats her meal, Senna continues to glance back occasionally at the waitress from before.
Maybe it’s because I was in a similar situation earlier, but I hope she’s able to make it.
In short order, the trio finishes lunch and makes preparations.
“Ach, Omoko,” Dr. Klaus interjects, “You still never told me if you’d be willing to come down for some scans.”
“Mh.... Omoko had to do scans before too… ah, but it’s fine! If Omoko’s going to be tagging along with this new sensei, he should know about Omoko too!”
“A-ah, bitte, moment mal! I didn’t say anything about-”
“You’ll take good care of me, too, right?”
The violet-haired girl grabs and clings to Dr. Klaus’s arm as she smiles happily.
“Ach, I guess I have no choice, ja? By the way, I’m not “sensei”, you can call me Dr. Klaus.”
“Nope!”
This very clearly catches Dr. Klaus off guard, for he looks over at Omoko with wide eyes.
“W-wa…was… what?”
“Omoko won’t call you by your surname, you stuffy doctor! Omoko will only call you by your given name!”
“A-ach, what am I going to do with you!?”
Senna giggles as she watches from her side of the table.
The three get up and pay for their food before heading out the door. Even without being invited, Senna finds herself tagging along behind them.
If Dr. Klaus notices, he definitely doesn’t seem too bothered.
Senna’s thoughts drift to her interactions with the German doctor over her stay at the hospital.
It’s odd, she recalls, because even though he’s a doctor, she’s never really been able to pinpoint exactly what he does.
He’s not her primary doctor. The lanky man with a disheveled appearance and glasses she can never exactly see behind always seems so inhuman to her. He always walks hunched over and speaks in disconnected sentences.
Dr. Klaus never showed even a single indication of knowing who this person was.
Even all this time, she doesn’t even know his name.
Senna sighs. Even as weird as he was, Dr. Klaus seemed all over the place. He was down in radiology when she was getting scans for the first time. He wound up standing in for one of her nurses for a short spell, and now he sat proudly at his desk as a physiotherapist.
Senna had lost her parents when she was young, and she had been raised by her older sister. She had recently died, meaning Senna was left alone.
Dr. Klaus was likely the closest thing she had to a father. No wonder she was comfortable tagging along even though she really didn’t need to.
Radiology wasn’t exactly bustling today; a good enough thing for Dr. Klaus. He seems determined in figuring Omoko out, which strikes Senna as a bit odd all things considered.
He seemed interested in taking her before, but after she mentioned “The Professor”…
“This ‘Professor’, we’re interested in who he was as well…”
If you still had a body, you would’ve jumped at the sound of the controller’s voice.
Senna looked around like she heard it too.
“Oh, sorry, we’re just trying to… repair things up here. Server maintenance, if you will.”
So, this is going to happen from time to time? I’m just going to hear a voice in my head?
“Hahaha… well, not normally… but…”
“But” what?
“Ah, it seems we… left the ‘mic’ on, if you will. Hold on, we’ll just…”
The sound of static, like a radio cutting out, briefly echoed through both of your thoughts.
That… that’s still weird…
While the controller was distracting the two of you, Dr. Klaus had gone ahead and arranged some brain scans for Omoko. He was now looking back at the Senna curiously.
“A-ah, sorry!” Senna smiled, “I’m still not used to this yet!”
Senna poked the Wireless Electrode Transmitter, a sensation which you oddly enough can feel directly, and tilted her head to the side.
You notice Dr. Klaus frown ever so slightly as Senna says this.
“Ach, it’s fine, but we should go keep an eye on Omoko, ja?”
Senna nods and she and Dr. Klaus make their way over to the brain scanners.
Unlike the large, clunky devices they used back in the day, brain scanners were small and compact devices. They combined micro MRI, CT, and PET scanning technology into one compact device.
It was very reminiscent of the old school hair driers you found in top end salons. Placed over your head and in a couple of button presses still images and live video feed were streamed directly to the computer.
Senna watches as Omoko is guided over to the sole brain scanner in the center of the room.
“Why did you ask for her name?”
Senna jerks her head to look at Dr. Klaus.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“She speaks in third person, why’d you ask for her name?”
Senna’s eyes widen as she glances over at Omoko underneath the scanner.
“No… she started that… after I asked….”
R-right?
“Ask yourself how likely that is, Fraulein Senna…” Dr. Klaus frowned, “She’s been speaking in third person since she walked into my office. Why couldn’t you hear her? No… better question…”
Dr. Klaus grabs hold of Senna’s shoulders and looks directly into her eyes.
It’s unsettling. Like he’s looking directly at you.
“Why did you stop her from hearing it?”
“Oh? What’s this, a question for me? Unfortunately, I can’t very well answer, now can I?”
“Dr. Klaus, wh-what are you talking about?” Senna asks in confusion.
Suddenly, an alarm sounds startling all three of you.
“W-what!? The devices are!? What’s going on here!?”
“Mmmm….” Omoko squirms around in her seat.
Oh shit! I forgot about the furosemide!
“D-Dr. Klaus! The brain scanner’s malfunctioning!”
“Doctor, Omoko has to pee!”
“Dr. Klaus, what the hell were you talking about!” Senna asks incredulously.
“Oh my, this is an interesting scenario!” The controller chimes in.
“HALTS MAUL!” Dr. Klaus yells, “We have company…”
A door in the corner of the room creaks open slowly and out walks a figure hidden by their own shadow.
Senna covers her mouth to hold in a scream.
Everything goes black once again, and you quickly find yourself back in the external view of one of the nanobots.
Senna looks like she’s just seen a ghost.
That’s because she has.
“Senna-chan…”
The figure speaks with a decidedly masculine voice.
Sifting through her current thoughts brings you back to the moment she was shot.
That person trying to protect her looks a lot like this figure as well.
In less than an instant, he’s gone.
At least, Senna thinks so.
Somehow, in that instant, he managed to vanish and reappear behind Senna, his surprisingly cold breath hitting the back of her neck.
“It’s nice to finally meet you… Senna-chan!”
—[ RUN ]—
—[ RUN ]—
—[ ERROR ]—
—[ 4.21.8.2.18.24.4.9.21.4.12.7.18.9.23.11.8.7.4.21.14 ]—
What should Senna do now?
22.11.12.23.13.24.22.23.10.18.23.218.4.15
Edited October 18, 2014 by Railgun-sama
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/* So, I haven't updated this story (or my other, for that matter) for a while, and for that I apologize. I've had a lot going on, including midterms, research papers, and even dates, and I've been a bit busy. Hopefully thing's are going to quiet down at least a little bit and I'll once again be able to update frequently. For now, though, here's a shit storm of a chapter that hopefully isn't so all-over-the-place that you can't follow it. */
—{{……………………………………………………// Error////////}}—
Suddenly, everything goes black.
We’re sorry. The current operation encountered a critical problem and has crashed. (Error code 10032). To help improve our services, we collect crash reports and survey data on a regular basis.
Would you like to send a report?
[Yes] [No]
“What.”
It’s the controller, and for all intents and purposes, he does not sound happy.
“No, seriously… WHAT?”
“We… we don’t understand… how… Crashed…!? How does a computer made out of human minds CRASH!?”
The controller sighed. You imagine if he… or she –they, rather— had a body, they’d probably be running their hands through their hair in an exasperated manner right now.
You can’t really blame them. You imagine that, at some point during your life before death, you probably had to deal with computers that managed to cause you a bit of trouble at one point or another.
“We… we’ll be right back.”
You hear the sound of a door closing— prerecorded stock sound, most likely— and wonder why the controller insists on pretending they’re actually going anywhere.
You hear the door creak open again, or rather, a different door, judging by the sound clips. You briefly wonder if the controller is screwing around with you.
To be fair, they probably are.
“Oh, and DON’T send that report. It’ll be fine, we’re sure.”
The controller doesn’t sound sure, but you don’t really know how to send it anyway. Perhaps you can’t, and the controller was just being coy.
You now find yourself with nothing to do.
Your mind is— either surprisingly or unsurprisingly, you don’t really know— empty. Your memories are drawing blanks in the most basic of places. You can’t remember your name, the faces of your parents, where you grew up. Everything lost in a sea of murk and unsureness.
You don’t have much opportunity to reflect on this, however. In short order, you hear the a sound clip of a door opening and exaggerated footsteps, supposedly to emulate the controller entering the “room” again.
You’re starting to think this controller might just be a cheeky bastard.
“Okay, from the vital signs and silence on the client side of the network, we have deduced that Senna has fainted. Why this caused the system to crash… well…”
They leave you hanging, but then you slowly start to feel Senna’s world through the network again. She’s waking up.
“Oh… brilliant! Well, we don’t have to fix that problem now… we just have to figure out… what’s going on with everything else- oh, look, apparently something’s on fire. We can do maintenance later.”
Indeed, the controller was correct. One of the brain scanners had caught on fire. You imagine the sparks from the shady-looking boy’s hands have something to do with it.
“Fraulein! Fraulein Senna! Are you alright!?”
“Hey, German bastard! What the hell was that!?”
“Omoko… needs… to pee!”
Things were as much of a shit storm as they were when Senna fainted.
A few doctors and nurses had piled in, some on either side of the room. Some looked like they were supposed to be restraining the boy, but they were understandably deterred.
There was also a scorched hole in the wall, but strangely enough, instead of coming from the boy’s side, it seemed to come from Dr. Klaus’s side instead.
Perhaps that was why the shady figure had asked Dr. Klaus “what the hell”.
Senna looks up at Dr. Klaus and notices his arm seems to have been more or less neatly fused with some sort of electronic device, with metal following along his arm and wires disappearing and reappearing from underneath his skin.
You guess you can take consolation in the fact that, while you might be at a huge loss, at least Senna’s equally confused.
“Ach, look at yourself first, boy.”
A few stray pieces of electrical wire are raveled throughout the boy’s arms. They seem to be the source of the sparks.
“Omoko feels like she’s been abandoned. She also smells something burning.”
Senna glances over at Omoko and realizes that she’s still in the brain scanner. The dome-like scanner was preventing her from seeing any of what was going on.
She was also wiggling around with her hand jammed between her legs.
Goddamn Furosemide.
You feel like you’ve fallen asleep during a movie and you missed the buildup to the climax.
It seems like Senna feels the same way, because her most overpowering thought right now is a loud, flat “WHAT.”
“Oh my, oh my… what’s this?”
THAT VOICE! NOW OF ALL TIMES!? YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!
Indeed, the nurse that Senna hates pops her head through the hole made by –well, you don’t yet know what made that hole, but you have a feeling someone owes Senna an explanation eventually— and smiles as if she’s checking up on a patient.
“Oh dear. I thought I told you to stay in bed!”
“Oh hell no. Not you, you stupid bit-”
Before he could finish calling her a bitch, the nurse rushes up to him and stabs him with a syringe.
“Oh my… oh my… It looks like I accidentally stabbed you…”
“What the hell!? Are you going to tranquilize me or something!?”
“Oh no! I didn’t come prepared for something like that…”
The nurse glares directly at him with sadistic eyes.
“This syringe… it’s empty. Filled with air… see? It’d be really bad if I so much as tapped the plunger, don’t you think?”
You think you’re beginning to see why Senna absolutely hates this nurse.
The boy, having no other options at this point, holds his hands up and the wires and electronics embedded in his arms slowly morph out. It’s quite the grotesque sight, like the electronics are being pulled out of a flesh-colored tar pit by an unseen hand.
Senna holds back the urge to puke.
The nurse smiles and removes the syringe without an incident.
“Now, follow me back to your room. If you get up again, I’ll have to tie you up. I can’t say I don’t particularly want to do that… but I’d imagine it’d be unpleasant for you, right?”
Grumbling various curses, the boy turns to follow the nurse, although not without turning back towards Senna and flashing her a creepy smile and a chilling wink.
And just like that, the situation was resolved.
“Omoko… really can’t hold it…”
Well, mostly.
The technology embedded in Dr. Klaus’s arm was ejected in a much smoother manner, though that fact didn’t do anything to soothe Senna’s nerves about the whole thing.
As Dr. Klaus freed Omoko from the machine, Senna realizes for the first time that she’s leaning against the wall.
She pulls herself into a kneeling position and hugs her cane, unsure as to whether her shaky legs could even support herself.
“Ach, sorry we forgot about you, Omoko. A lot just happened, ja?”
Omoko springs to her feet and lightly pounds her fists against Dr. Klaus repeatedly.
“Omoko won’t forgive you next time… a-ah!”
Omoko grabs herself and wriggles in place.
“Toilet… toilet!”
Dr. Klaus nods, “Ah, it’s just a short walk down the hall, but I’ll take you there. Ach! Fraulein Senna, I’d hate to leave you here all by yourself. Can you walk?”
Senna nods and pulls herself to her feet shakily.
“You… you’re going to tell me what the hell all that was, right?”
Dr. Klaus smiles, “Of course, but first, let’s get our new friend to the toilets, ja?”
The three set off down the hall once again, and Senna finds herself taking solace in the now-familiar situation. Omoko trails behind a little, holding herself openly, and it’s exceptionally quiet, but Senna can at least take comfort in walking behind the white coat of Dr. Klaus.
About halfway down the hall, Omoko slows down considerably and comes to a stop, leaning against the wall and dancing in place.
“Omoko… Omoko’s at her limit! Omoko can’t walk anymore!”
“Ach, the toilets are just up ahead, can’t you walk a bit further?”
Omoko shakes her head.
“A-ah!”
Omoko doubles over and squeezes her eyes shut. In the next moment, her face turns bright red and she looks away as she faces downwards.
“A-ah, Omoko… didn’t just leak a little! Omoko’s not the kind of woman who’d do such a thing… but…”
Her voice lowers and Senna could barely understand what she said afterwards.
Dr. Klaus sighs.
“Ach, there’s no helping it then…. Geh ma.”
Dr. Klaus is not someone Senna would immediately mark as looking exceptionally strong, yet with very little effort he was able to lift Omoko up bridal style and walk calmly down the hall.
Omoko’s blush only grew deeper as she squirmed around in Dr. Klaus’s arms.
“W-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wha-what are you doing!?”
Dr. Klaus sighs again.
“You need to go, ja? I can’t have you wet yourself in the middle of the halls, but if you can’t walk, this is the only solution.”
Omoko looks away and blushes, but then her eyes shoot open and she jams her hands between her legs.
“P-put… put Omoko down!”
She squirms around and shakes as she makes her demands, but Dr. Klaus doesn’t pay it any heed.
“Pl-please… put Omoko down right now…”
“The bathroom’s just up ahead. It’s fine if your embarrassed but-”
“Put… Omoko down… before… A-ahhh!”
A visible wet spot appears on the crotch of her shorts as she squirms around in Dr. Klaus’s arms.
“Pu…put Omoko… down… before Omoko…”
Omoko manages to hop down from Dr. Klaus’s arms just as she loses control. She collapses onto her knees as her pent up flood cascades out from between them, pooling between her tightly pressed together thighs and gushing out onto the floor.
She shudders eventually as the flow comes to a slow stop. Tears stream down her face and she buries her head in her hands as she cries.
“Omoko… Omoko’s… not a little girl… Omoko… isn’t the kind of woman who’d… wet herself…”
Senna walks over to Omoko— careful enough to avoid the puddle of urine, and pats her on the back.
“Hey, it’s okay…”
“Omoko… Omoko’s not…”
Her words not getting through, Senna sighs and takes a step back. The violet haired woman seemed intent on crying in the middle of the hallway in her own puddle of urine.
Dr. Klaus steps in and helps Omoko to her feet. She doesn’t stop crying, but at least they could get her out of the view of anyone else.
Once they’re further down the hall, Dr. Klaus’s eyes light up and he smirks at Senna with a small wink.
“Ach… first thing’s first… could you take Omoko to the showers and help her clean up. She seems intent on acting like a little girl and crying… I doubt she’s in any state to clean herself up, ja?”
“Omoko… Omoko is…”
Omoko stops crying almost instantly and a look of anger flashes across her face.
“Omoko is a big girl who can clean herself up, thank you very much!”
Omoko pouts and lightly punches Dr. Klaus.
Dr. Klaus smiles.
“Alright, alright, I get it! The showers are over down that hall and to the right. There should be a sign on the door. You’re good from here, ja?”
Omoko nods happily and rushes off without another word.
Senna isn’t entirely confident Omoko will be alright on her own.
She… didn’t know what to do with clothes earlier…. Ah well, I’m sure it’s fine. At least she’s not crying anymore.
The moment she’s out of sight, Dr. Klaus frowns.
“I assume you still want to know what happened back there, ja?”
Senna nods.
“Let’s go back to the physiotherapy room then.”
The walk to the room is quiet and Senna begins to feel uncomfortable in the stiff silence. Still, it’s not long before the two are back in the room and Dr. Klaus is leaning against his desk.
“Ach… where to begin…”
Dr. Klaus takes out a small electronic thermometer from his desk.
“Senna, have you ever heard the term ‘technomorph’?”
Senna thinks back. The term’s come up in a few sci-fi novels she’s read before, but she’s never heard it out of a fictional context.
“I’ve heard of it in a few books, but they were fiction, so…”
Dr. Klaus nods.
“Natural selection. It’s the driving force behind evolution. It allows a species to adapt to its environment and survive longer. Humans like to think we are at the endpoint of evolution. But why would we be? We live in an environment where humans are still killed off by disease, murder, and external factors. In truth, human evolution has only been stunted, not halted, and indeed we are still adapting to our new environment, even if it’s one we created ourselves.”
Senna nods to indicate she’s following all of this.
“As early as the twenty first century, humans have been implanting themselves with technology. At first it started out as electrodes that acted as relays for artificial limbs and bionic eyes. Then we got more ambitious. We began turning ourselves into cyborgs for military purposes, but we soon realized that these same techniques could be applied to everyday citizens to give them back functions and ability they lost through sickness or injury.”
Senna nods and pokes at her electrode, “This thing is the latest form of that. Artificial brain supplementation.”
Dr. Klaus nods, “The point is… we’ve been combining ourselves with technology for at least a century now… and in some people, evolution’s starting to catch on.”
Dr. Klaus grabs the electronic thermometer and holds his hand out to show Senna. The electronic thermometer began to break apart into its component parts and sink into Dr. Klaus’s arm.
Soon, all that was left was the display, which had moved to the back of Dr. Klaus’s hand, and a few stray circuits and wires.
Dr. Klaus grabs Senna’s arm and the display begins blinking with numbers until it reads out a nice 37.2 degrees Celsius.
“B…but even if that’s true, how did you do that? How did some people evolve that quickly?”
Dr. Klaus shrugs.
“I became a doctor to answer some of those questions. Really, I don’t even know how my own skills work. All I know is that people like us are starting to pop up more and more, and they’ve been dubbed ‘technomorphs’.”
“W-wait… like ‘us’? You don’t mean…”
Before Senna could finish or Dr. Klaus could answer her obvious question, Omoko burst into the room with a smile. Her hair was wet from her shower and she was clad in nothing but a bath towel.
“Aaahhh! Omoko feels refreshed!”
Dr. Klaus points over to the chair looks away.
He had laid out clothes for Omoko ahead of time.
Omoko fidgets around a little bit before frowning.
“Omoko… Omoko’s a bit embarrassed to say this, but Omoko sometimes… forgets… how to get dressed…”
“Omoko’s a big girl” my ass! How can such a woman exist? She apparently knows complex quantum physics, but she can’t figure out how clothes work!?
Despite her incredulous thoughts, Senna heads over to help Omoko get dressed. It doesn’t take that long, but it still feels quite awkward for Senna.
Once Omoko’s decent, she looks over at Dr. Klaus before putting her fingers over her lips and turning towards Senna, indicating she wanted her to be quiet.
In the next moment, Dr. Klaus found himself being hugged from behind.
“Ach! Omoko!”
“Omoko’s sorry for wetting herself and acting childish earlier… Omoko hopes that Omoko didn’t cause too much trouble for her new sensei…”
Dr. Klaus sighs, “It’s fine, it’s fine, ja? But please let go….”
Omoko smiles and releases Dr. Klaus.
“Ach, such an eventful day, and it’s not even evening yet, ja?”
Senna nods. She can’t remember walking so much since she’s been admitted into the hospital.
Omoko yawns and rubs her eyes.
“Omoko’s sleepy.”
Senna hadn’t realized it herself, but she’s also rather tired. She inadvertently also lets out a yawn.
“Man, today was crazy. How much physiotherapy was that?”
Dr. Klaus laughs, “Ach, well, you can go back to your room if you want to rest a little. I’ll look for something for Omoko in the meantime, and I’ll be sure to wake you up before dinner, ja?”
For the first time in quite a while, you feel the lower nodes send you predetermined decisions in a normal manner.
— [ Rest is important. She’s had a busy day. ]—
—[ Dr. Klaus still owes her an answer, and she really wants him to clarify more. She can nap later! ]—
—[ The least she can do is help Dr. Klaus look for a place for Omoko to nap. Maybe she can ask him a few questions in the meanwhile. After that she can nap all she wants! ]— |
*/ Welp, it's been almost two months since I last updated the story, and I apologize for that. I could try to explain it away with a number of excuses, but I think the best thing to do is just apologize for the long wait. Sometimes I lose inspiration for a story and wind up not updating for a while, but usually I'll get back to it sooner or later. I try not to do that much anymore, but sometimes ol' man writer's block thwacks me in the head. But without further ado, let's get back to the story. */
//_Reboot in progress
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We apologize for the… absence. We had some serious maintenance to work on, but now it seems all is in order.
We hope.
Anyway, before we transfer you back online, we must warn you, it hasn’t been nearly as long as you may think. We utilized an overclocking protocol that induces a perceived time dilatation, allowing us to work without interfering with the patients connected to the Hivemind. By our estimate, it’s been at least two month from our perspective, but only a few seconds have passed for our interesting friend.
Ah, now where were we… ah yes! Perfect!
—{{ The least she can do is help Dr. Klaus look for a place for Omoko to nap. Maybe she can ask him a few questions in the meanwhile. After that she can nap all she wants! }}—
“…Senna?” you hear Dr. Klaus ask. You guess those few seconds caused a noticeable break in Senna’s focus, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” you hear Senna answer, “I can help you find Omoko a place to sleep first, at least.”
Omoko presses her fingers together timidly, “Ah, its fine if you don’t have anywhere… Omoko is fine sleeping anywhere.”
“As a doctor, I cannot allow someone to sleep anywhere unhealthy for their spine. Only a proper bed or futon will suffice,” Dr. Klaus replies.
Senna isn’t quite sure if he’s being serious, or trying to make Omoko feel better.
Omoko relaxes, at the very least, and follows behind tiredly as Senna and Dr. Klaus head out once more into the hallway.
“Oh, Dr. Klaus! I was just looking for you.”
That bitch!
The antagonistic nurse (wait, when did you start considering her antagonistic? Senna must be rubbing off on you) stands before Dr. Klaus and Senna with a smile on her face.
“Sakashi,” Dr. Klaus acknowledges cooly. He narrows his eyes at her, and she frowns slightly.
“Oh my, oh my, what’s with that look all of a sudden?”
“An air embolism can indeed be fatal, but only if you actually aim for an artery1. Nice bluffing.”
“Oh my, you noticed? Well, I am a nurse, after all. I wouldn’t actually put a patient in such danger.”
Oh, but drugging a water dispenser is completely fine!?
Dr. Klaus cuts straight to the chase “I’m a bit preoccupied at the moment. What do you need?”
“Hm… well, I wanted to ask you about that person. He’s… a technomorph, isn’t he?”
Dr. Klaus nods, “Did you really need to ask me that? It was quite apparent, I’d say.”
“Well, we wanted to make sure what we were going up against…” the nurse frowns.
“Wait, going up against? What do you mean by that?” Dr. Klaus asks, a bit concerned.
“He’s gotten away again, and this time there’s some missing equipment. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I’d imagine he’s still looking for her.”
She motioned to Senna and she frowns for multiple reasons.
That person… he had tried to protect me back then… so then, why this?
“It’s possible his head injury altered his personality. After all, we didn’t see a Wireless Electrode Transmitter on him anywhere.”
A-ah! What the hell? Do you have to keep popping into my own thoughts?
“Our apologies. We were under the impression you would be aware we would do this. It was written in our privacy policy.”
How was I supposed to consciously agree to something if I couldn’t think straight? To hell with it! So, you’re saying he...
“It’s possible his mental functions were in-tact enough to reject the necessary procedures, indicating mental supplementation was not necessary.”
Then, can anyone who “needs” the supplementation reject it?
“Simply put, no. Our rejection policy also works as a screening process. If a patient is unable to reject the procedure, or at least show significant signs that they cannot understand what it is they’re rejecting, they are connected to the Hivemind. Those who are mentally sound enough to show they know what they’re rejecting are not given the procedure.”
So… it wasn’t really ever a choice then, was it?
“Can you really say you are unhappy with the way things have progressed thus-far? Would you have rather be a mindless vegetable?”
Something about the way the Controller says that sends hypothetical shivers up your nonexistent spine. He speaks these last words with venom, as if the Controller’s given Senna an invaluable gift and she’s acting even somewhat ungrateful for it.
“Fraulein Senna?”
Dr. Klaus’s voice snaps Senna out of her shock. She was seemingly as unnerved at the Controller’s tone as you were.
“Y-yeah?” Senna asks, shaking her head.
“I think the best solution right now would be to leave the hospital. You’re technically still recovering, but if he’s on the loose somewhere here, I believe it’s in your best interest if we-“
Dr. Klaus can’t finish before the entire building begins to shake.
“A-an earthquake!?” Sakashi asks, alarmed.
“No…” Omoko answered, “These vibrations…”
She closes her eyes for a split second.
“An explosion, probably chemical, five… no… six meters away and at least two floors down.” Omoko replies.
It was entirely possible to sustain that much information from vibrations and seismic, but normally it would take a computer and delicate scientific instruments.
Sakashi covers her mouth and gasps, “T-that’s the intensive care unit!”
Before anyone can react to that news, another explosion shakes the building, this time directly underneath Senna.
The floor starts crumbling underneath everyone. In a panic, Senna’s nanobots are ejected, with your view quickly shifting to one. As you orbit around Senna, who’s starting to slip on the crumbling tiles, you notice Omoko cling to Dr. Klaus as he tries to reach out towards her.
“Grab on, Fraulein!” he calls out, extending his hand as far as he can go on the stable ground.
Senna’s about to reach out to him when the ground beneath her shifts more and she falls just out of reach.
The rest of the floor, including the floor Dr. Klaus is standing on, begins to crumble.
The floor beneath Senna gives out and she finds herself falling with a bunch of rubble around her.
She hits the ground hard and your view goes black.
***
When Senna wakes up, everything hurts.
You can’t feel it per say, but you know she’s in pain.
She tries raising her right arm, and slowly a bloodied hand appears in front of her eyes.
Or, at least, the one she can keep open. There’s some fresh blood over the other one, and she’d have to wipe it away before she could even hope to see out of it.
“Damnit,” she replied, sitting up.
Her back hurt from the impact, but she could still move her legs. She wasn’t paralyzed, at least.
She looks down to inspect herself. The grey hoodie she’s wearing is torn in a few places and there’s some blood, but not much to be concerned about, she things.
As she stands up shakily, she mentally curses.
Damnit! Again!? I can’t believe I have to go at a time like this!
She has to go to the toilet again, it seems.
She wobbles slightly as she turns and glances around the room she’s landed in. You thought that maybe there’d be a hallway here, since there was one on the floor Senna had fallen from, but it seemed the hospital wasn’t designed that way.
With horror, Senna realizes that this is a hospital room.
She glances to the side. Everything is covered in ashes and most things are considerably burned, but Senna can make out the form of someone’s leg from the other side of the half-charred bedframe.
Oh my god! Do they need help!?
Senna runs around to the other end of the bed and nearly vomits.
The patient this room belonged to is sprawled across the floor, parts of her arm and face had been blasted off, revealing bloodied bone underneath.
“Pity, isn’t it?”
Senna whirled around and came face to face with the boy from before. Now that the room isn’t as dark and there’s light filtering through the window behind her, Senna can make out his features clearly.
His hair is as red as the blood staining the floor. Senna doesn’t remember him having such vibrant hair, but she highly doubted he actually dyed it.
His eyes are wide, maybe a bit too wide, and his twisted smile stretches across his entire face.
“She looks young too… she probably had her whole life ahead of her. It’s a shame she was in this room.”
W-what the hell… is with this guy?
“Oh come now, Senna-chan!” the red-haired boy frowned, “don’t look at me with such cold eyes.”
“You… you killed-“
Senna’s nausea hits its peak and she’s forced to stop talking and clamp her mouth shut to hold back her vomit. The horrifying image of the dead woman keeps flashing in Senna’s mind every time she blinks.
“Killed…? Oh, you think I did this? Don’t misunderstand the situation. Someone else set off explosions in this room. I just came to investigate and found the lovely Senna-chan lying unconscious on the floor.”
So this… creep… was watching me while I was asleep!?
“Here, as a token of goodwill. You can’t get around without it, right?”
The red-haired boy holds out a cane for her.
“L-liar… you did this! It had to be you!”
The red-haired boy frowned.
“Look… that person probably already told you I escaped, right? Well, it’s not like that, exactly. I wasn’t in the radiology lab just to say hi to you, you know? Something one of the nurses said while they thought I was unconscious piqued my interest. I’m just… investigating a little.”
But… in the radiology lab… Dr. Klaus…
“This woman wasn’t just anyone. She was a teacher from our school. Don’t you find that a bit odd? This room was bombed, but why? There’s some things going on…”
The red-haired man rubs his neck awkwardly as Senna gives him the silent treatment and he sighs.
“I probably don’t have to say it, but… I’m not entirely together up here,” the red-haired man pointed at his head, “I’d like someone smart and sexy to work as my assistant. What do you say?”
He holds out the cane to Senna once again, and she eyes it tentatively.
You feel the familiar sensation of options coming in to be presented to you. It’s been a while, but you haven’t forgotten how this works.
— [ NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. ]—
—[ Even if we can’t trust him, it’s better to find out what he’s up to than just running and hiding from him forever. Let’s follow him cautiously. ]—
—[ If he’s uncovered something, it might be worth looking into. What harm could it be, anyway? ]— |
Master and Servant
***Draco/Hermione: Draco notices Hermione's aversion to school bathrooms and decides to play a little game...***
((Hey guys! I know its been AGES since I posted anything on here, but I was recently inspired to start writing again! Let me know what you think! Personally this a fun project for me and I'm writing the second chapter right now :) Leave your comments, questions, concerns at the bottom, they're greatly appreciated! ))
Chapter 1: Origins of the Game
The very first time Draco ever saw Hermione Granger wet herself was in their first year, on the second Tuesday in November. It seemed like, ever since she'd nearly been murdered in one on Halloween, Little Miss Mudblood had developed a fear of using any of the school bathrooms outside her dormitory. He'd caught on to her little phobia, or at least realized the issue itself, by watching her; purely by accident of course. It wasn't his fault that she was always seated directly in front of him for all the classes they shared, but it did provide a perfect vantage point for watching her squirm during their lessons.
At first, he'd figured she was too much of a brianiac to take a few minutes from class to ask for the loo, but then he'd noticed she'd never be among the group of girls that always went together after each lesson was over. No, she'd go class to class, squirming and fidgeting and dancing all the more in each one until the end of the day. It was a wonder her friends hadn't noticed—No, nevermind. Her friends were the biggest bunch of dunderheads Hogwarts had ever seen, of course they wouldn't have noticed. Regardless, at the end of the day she'd always announce an urgent need for a book, some parchment, a quill, or the library and rush off before Potty and Weasel could say anything else. Draco wouldn't see her again till dinner, but he always noted she was no longer dancing.
Draco hadn't any idea why he was so facinated with the girl's need for the toilet. He supposed it had something to do with how rediculous it seemed to hold it like that all day long, despite having plenty of time to go between classes. But whatever, what the stupid girl did with her body wasn't any of his buisness...except that, very, very privately, he wished she'd oversetimate her bladder one day and have an accident. The more this thought lingered, and grew stronger every time he watched Hermione squirm in class, the more he knew he absolutely had to see it.
So, on that second Tuesday in November, Draco Malfoy had come up with a most ingenious plan to watch Hermione Granger wet her panties. On this day in particular, he knew they had double potions directly after lunch. He also knew that Hermione always left lunch early when she could, presumably for the toilet in Gryffindor tower, so he couldn't let that happen. It was all too easy for him to convince Crabbe and Goyle to ignore their food to go and pester the Gryffindorks. His taunts, as always, were geared toward Potter, but he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Oh yes, he noted with glee, she definitely had been planning on running off to the loo before he came over. Her lips were pursed and she kept shooting anxious looks toward the door. Ah, but she couldn't leave, now could she? Not with her two idiot friends in the middle of a could-be fight. Draco harrassed the lot of them until Weasley damn near jumped over the table to take a swing (this earned a sharp “Sit down, Ron!” from Hermione) and Draco smirked, the bell for class ringing just in time. He noted how distressed she looked as he sauntered off to the dungeons.
Double potions proved to be extremely entertaining that day. Snape had barely finished the lecture before Hermione started to fidget. Making the actual potion made him almost snicker with glee as he watched her try to squirm descretely and chop up her ingrediants at the same time. They filled their cauldrons with water, Draco making sure to do his especially loud behind her, and she was crossing her legs. Draco smirked, watching her every movement. It would spoil his plans a bit if she lost it in the middle of potions, but seeing her humiliated in class like that, especially Snape's class, wasn't a bad consolation prize. Still, he watched her squirm during the making of the potion and she was, almost regrettably, still dry when Snape dismissed the class. No matter, they still had History of Magic before their lessons were done, one more hour of class.
Hermione was probably thankful, Draco had figured, that Potter and Weasley had fallen asleep during this particular lesson. Even they would have noticed something was troubling their princess know-it-all had they been awake. Hermione Granger could not sit still, not even for a minute. She rocked in her seat, crossed and uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, bounced on her bottom, and at one point even put her hand between her legs to hold herself. Draco's blood was pounding, excitement he assumed from finally being able to see her have an accident, the entire time he watched her.
With ten minutes to go in History of Magic, and Hermione still dissapointingly dry, Draco was starting to lose hope. Maybe her bladder had more ability than he'd given credit for. He took notes glumly, still glancing at Hermione. She had been dancing in rhythm of the past half hour, apparently having found the correct fidget-patterns to hold back her flood. Draco gave himself comfort that, even if she managed to make it till the end of class, there was no way she could make it up seven floors to the Gryffindor dormitory to go. All he had to do was follow her and he'd see what he'd been waiting for. He grinned, imagining her gasping right in front of the Fat Lady as she suddenly peed herself. And then, Hermione suddenly gasped for real.
His eyes snapped up to her, widening in realization as he took in her position. Her body was tense, hand half way down to hold herself. Time seemed to slow as he watched her tremble and then relax, jerking her legs apart as she did. That was it! That had to be it, Draco thought in glee as he waited for the inevitable flood to come pouring down her chair, there was no way Granger wasn't wetting herself right then. He was on the edge of his seat as he saw a stream trickle over the edge of her chair, splashing onto the stone below. No one else would have noticed unless they were watching for it, but that was all he got. Much to his dismay, she slammed her legs together a second later, both hands holding herself, and regained control. Still, Draco had to work to control his breathing. He was a little hot in the face, heart racing. Even just that little bit had been such a thrill...but he knew there was no way she'd make it to her dorm after class! He'd definitely get to see it all if he followed her. He grinned, anxiously watching the clock just like Hermione was, only for a completely different reason.
The bell finally rang and Hermione all but punched her two friends awake.
“Class is over! Honestly you two, if you don't stop sleeping through it you're gonna fail! I'm going to go to the library, you two better catch yourselves up!” she lectured as she rushed to collect her books and darted out of the room.
Potter and Weasley were dumfounded, but Draco just packed up and left at a normal pace. Couldn't rush after her, now could he? That would be too obvious. Besides, he found he didn't much need to rush. Hermione was walking pretty slowly, especially in the populated areas. As badly as she obviously had to go, he was still a little surprised that she passed two girl's rooms and ignored them as she walked on, Draco tailing at a safe distance behind.
Once they'd passed the Great Hall, the student body thinned considerably and Draco watched with joy as she started to hold herself openly as she walked, if a little faster. They were nearing the library now and she kept having to stop and hold and bounce and squirm. Draco was eating it up, best plan he'd had all year! Hermione took a particularly long pause, whimpering loud enough for Draco to hear. He swore to himself, realizing he'd got too close and darted quickly behind a tapestry. From his hiding place he watched her dance, gasping and whimpering with her hands between her legs. He could have sworn he could see wet trails making their ways down her thighs to her knee high socks. But again, he was denied that final flood as she managed to right herself and start walking again. He cursed softly, aloud this time. Maybe he should just curse her. She'd never know what hit her in her state and he was sure she'd really wet. Full Body Bind? Good plan. He pulled his wand out and stepped a bit from behind the tapestry, magic about to fire when suddenly Professor Flitwick came out from around the corner. Draco snapped back into hiding and Hermione froze in place.
Draco could have killed the old fool for thwarting his plans but then, as he watched the tiny professor strike up a conversation about what a wonderful (barf) job she'd done during class, he'd realized it was a blessing in disguise. Hermione chatted as though nothing was wrong, but he could see how tense she was, how tightly her legs were pressed together, and how her hands kept balling into her skirt. After what seemed like ages, the professor finally took his leave and Draco watched Hermione watch him go. The moment he was out of her sight, she held herself desperately with both hands, looking around like a toilet would magically appear to save her. Her eyes fell on Draco's tapestry.
He gasped, still for a moment as he thought he'd been spotted. The panic furthered when she started hurrying for his hiding spot. He backed up until he hit a wood wall, no where to go, and she was gonna catch him and probably kill him...wait. Wood? He glanced behind him and thank Merlin's cloak, it was a door! He jiggled the handle, could have whooped at finding it unlocked, and tucked himself inside the most randomly placed storage closet ever just as Hermione threw back the tapestry. He smirked, watching through the crack in the door, thinking how he'd nearly escaped death. But Hermione didn't seem to be interested in finding anybody in particular.
She danced in place, one hand between her legs, whimpering softly as she looked back and forth around the tapestry, checking to make sure she was alone, before coming inside.
“Aaaaah....Oh God oh God oh God!” Draco heard her gasp as she danced, legs crossing and uncrossing as she hitched up her skirt. For the first time in his life he saw a girl's panties, Hermione's in particular were innocently white with lace around hems. Not so innocently, they were also soaked at the crotch. He watched as she suddenly squatted, spreading her legs out right in front of his slightly cracked door. In this same instant, his eyes widened and his cheeks darkened, ears ringing with the only sound in the room:
Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” Hermione moaned in relief a moment later, her pee splashing thunderously against the stone floor in the room. She hadn't even tried to pull her panties down, she just peed right through them, a full waterfall errupting from her. Draco watched, slack jawed in awe, as trickles moved down her open thighs and dripping down to the floor to join the puddle her jetting stream was making. The room was filling with the light aroma of a girl's pee and Draco felt heat rushing straight down between his legs, blushing more as he realized he was getting hard while he watched this.
All too soon, Hermione was finished with her wet. He watched her tremble, blushing as she seemed to realize what she'd done. She stood up, carefully stepping away from her puddle. She nibbled her lip and pulled out her wand, casting a vanishing charm on the mess she'd made before she checked the damage on her clothes. Panties were obviously soaked through, but her skirt and her socks were wet as well. She seemed to consider this, checked her watch, and pondered it again. Draco could almost hear her thinking, “Well, I do have time to change while everyone is at dinner....”
She picked up the books she dropped before wetting herself and headed out the way she came, having apparently made up her mind.
As for Draco, he shut the door completely after she'd gone and stuck his hand down his pants, touching himself for the first time with the memory of her wetting right there in front of him. After he'd finished with his own pleasure, he knew, undoubtly, that he'd have to see that again. |
Chapter Two: Game Start
For the next three years, Draco devoted almost more class time to watching Hermione than to his work. His grades, of course, reflected otherwise and none of the other students were aware of his lingering gaze on her. He had learned two very important things from his daily observations over the years. Number one: he most certainly had wetting fetish. Number two: so did Hermione Granger.
He was absolutely certain of that second fact too. Naturally, he'd pieced together through the course of their first year that Hermione had a phobia of Hogwarts toilets that were not in her dormitory. He'd overheard her make some of the most rediculous excuses not to use them and no one ever questioned it because she was the acclaimed “brightest witch of her age”. More fun for Draco though. He'd utterly mastered the skill of stalking thanks to her, which had come in handy for multiple occassions past sneaking around to watch her wet herself. Hermione, much to his sheer pleasure, had developed a skill of her own. That girl, he reveled with the glee of it, had completely mastered wetting herself in public. Intentionally, at that.
No one ever saw her wet but him, either. She was so careful, so descrete (or so she believed) and assumed her public wettings were always in privacy. Such a naïve little Mudblood she was, but he was thankful for it. Thanks to that, he'd seen her wet more times than he could count. In fact, he went ahead and bought himself a Pocket Pensive so he could rewatch the memories of his favorite wettings whenever he started to feel the slightest bit horny.
The best part of all of it, besides getting to see a girl who just got more attractive every year wet her panties, was that he knew she enjoyed it. Her moans when she finally let go were sinful, and the only spell she'd ever cast on herself was an aromafier. And there was the fact that two of his top favorite wettings involved her touching herself through her freshly soaked panties until she had an orgasm. He absolutely loved watching her, but as the last three years progressed, he found himself fantasing more and more about participating rather than observation alone.
Not on a romantic level of course. She was a Mudblood for starters, and she hated his guts for another thing. It would never in a million years happen. Still, their Fourth Year was briging about new changes, not only in the school but in himself as well. He wanted it. And When Draco Malfoy made up his mind to want, he also made up his mind to get.
Her first wetting wasn't too long after term started and they started settling into their classes. It was in mid September, and Draco had watched her sit throug the entire lunch period in the library with only a self-refilling bottle of water. She was pouring over the most ancient text book he'd ever seen, translating ancient runes. Lucky for him, he was in that very same class, so he had the excuse of doing the same thing...with a much less ancient book, of course. Still, he watched her more than he did his homework and he inwardly smirked at what he found. She was draining the water bottle absentmindedly while she worked, already fidgeting in her chair. He had to wonder in times like these if she made herself overly desperate on purpose just to wet later. The thought of it made a rush of heat pulse through his body and he had to focus on his homework in order tame his hormones. He glanced back up at her as she bounced her left knee. She definitely had to pee. She probably hadn't peed since that morning and he'd seen her drink several times from her goblet at breakfast. How many times had that water bottle refilled itself? Twice? Three times? Another pulse of excitement went through him. Yeah, he was definitely gonna see her wet today.
Their last class of the day was one they had together, Arithmancy. It was Draco's favorite for several reasons. One, it was one of two he had with Hermione alone, and two, he sat right beside her. He got a clear view of every movement and could watch her face contort and blush as she tried desperately not to wet herself in class. This particular Arithmancy class was proving more exciting than others.
She really hadn't been to the bathroom all day, he could tell by her movements, and she was desperate. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she rocked in her seat, legs crossed, and body tense. She was copying down Professor Vector's lecture furiously, as though lingering on every word, frowning as though she were horrified to miss something. Draco smirked slightly. He knew the truth. Her face wasn't screwed up in an attempt not to miss something deeply important, it was screwed up with the attempt she was making not to piss her panties in the middle of the lecture.
Hermione squirmed endlessly in her chair, shifting her weight from left to right rapidly as she rubbed her thighs together. Her body was tense and trembling, and Draco could hear her breathing getting slightly irregular, not that anyone beside himself would truly notice. But she definitely had to really go if she was letting herself start to get noticably fidgety like that, especially in this class. She always tried to exert extra control around Draco, he'd noticed, which was a true pity. To counteract it, he completely ignored her existance, which seemed to work quite well. Her hand suddenly darted between her legs, her quill going still on the parchment as she bit down on her lip. Oh this was really a treat. She was absolutely dying for a pee if she was holding herself right beside him. He glanced down at his own notes, perfectly timed, as she glanced his way to make sure she was still being ignored. Success. He grinned when she looked away and dared to glance again. The quill was down, she had both hands between her legs, rocking into them desperately.
Draco's heart hammered. A double hold? Was she gonna wet in class? He could see her lips forming silent “oh no's” over and over, face red as her house color. Regrettably, she managed to contain her bladder and focused on the rest of the lesson, but only just. She was all over the place by the time Vector dismissed the class. Instead of bolting out she had to take her time, trembling all the while as she packed up slowly lest she completely void her bladder then and there. Draco got up and left before she did, taking one of his usual places behind a large suit of armor to watch her leave the room. No one was around when she did, which let the girl groan and grab herself, crossing her legs as she looked around to consider her options.
Their classroom was on the 7th floor, same as her dorm, but Draco knew that Hermione was too desperate to make it there. That option was out. A little whine escaped her and Draco watched with a smirk as she started to lose it right there. Thin trails of pee were running down her crossed legs, darkening her skirt in the front where she held herself. Wherever was semi-private and closest then, Draco noted. She was going to go for the empty classroom he was standing next to when she got ahold of herself. He slipped into the door silently and headed into a dark corner, sliding behind a stack of desks just as Hermione hobbled in through the door and slammed it shut. He noticed that pee was still flowing down her legs as she shut the door. He grinned at the thought of her leaving a trail, but focused on the girl as she finally stopped leaking.
“Mmmm....I have to go, I have to go, I have to go...” she gasped, whimpering to herself as she danced in place, lifting up her dampened skirt. Blue, very wet, panties with white stripes today. She gasped again, legs crossed and still trying to hold back but it was impossible.
“Ohhhhhhhh....” she groaned, head tossed back as a torrent of liquid burst out of her, gushing down her still crossed legs. Draco licked his lips as he watched pee running down her legs, soaking into her socks and shoes before puddling around her. His manhood throbbed in his pants, mouth going dry. This was definitely going into his Pocket Pensive. His eyes lit up. That was perfect! Why hadn't he thought of it before!? She could have been his all along!
A wicked smirk crossed his face as he slowly stood up. He tossed a nonverbal locking charm on the door, which Hermione didn't notice as she voided endlessly down her legs. He guessed she was about half done, with her sighing in euphoric biss at her release just as he walked out of the shadows.
“Well, well, well....what do we have here?” he drawled. At the first syllable Hermione gasped, turning as he spoke, still peeing he might add. She dropped her skirt, hands shoving between her legs, looking visably pained as she stopped her wetting.
“Oh please,” he smirked “don't stop on my account. You looked like you were enjoying that.”
“What are you DOING here, Malfoy!?” she gasped, indignant. Humiliated. Her voice was high, her eyes were bubbling with tears, and she was dancing again as she tried not to continue peeing in front of him.
“Came to see the show, obviously,” he smiled as he walked closer to her, “you do so like to piss yourself, don't you? Filthy Mudblood.”“Get out of here!” she shrieked at him.
“Oh sure,” he said, walking toward the door, “I'll go tell everyone that Hermione Granger is wetting herself in the unused classroom on the 7th floor shall I? What will they think, what with a loo right across the hall? You must like it.”
Her face burned, confirming his original assumption. She said nothing, so he shrugged.
“Well carry on then,” he shrugged, heading for the door.
“Wait!” she called, desperate. Either because she needed to finish her pee or because she didn't want him to tell. He knew it was both. He smiled and turned around nonchalantly.
“Yes,” he he drawled, sneering at her.
“What...what do you want?” she asked, gasping as she held back tears. And urine.
“Me? I think the real question here is what do you want?” he smirked.
“What?” she whimpered, gasping as a torrent of pee escaped and shot down her leg, running off her knee and splashing to the puddle below her.
“Oh don't be daft,” he said, chuckling darkly, “what do you want, Granger?”
“For....aaah....oooh....for you not to...to tell...a-anyone!” she moaned out, blushing horribly as more urine streamed out of her desperate hold.
“Conditional,” he said with a low smile, stepping toward her again. “And what else?”
“N-never, ever tell anyone....” she tried, moaning as she started dancing in her half made puddle.
“Again, conditional. You want something else though. Its pretty obvious,” he said, stepping into her puddle, the splash of it making him giddy as he cupped her cheek.“Malfoy, stop...get away...oohhhh...” she moaned, eyes locked with his defiantly before blushing and closing them tightly shut as another stream of pee escaped her. This had to be mortifying, the thought happily, for her to lose all control with him so close and touching her.
“You want to piss, don't you?” he asked with a smirk. He noted the way she trembled.
“Shut up!” she fought with a growling whimper.
“Answer me,” he said firmly, making her look at him “Do you want to piss?”
Her eyes welled with tears as she looked at him with mortified desperation, the tinkling sound of liquid on liquid below her a sign that she was starting to give in.
“Answer me,” he pressed again, dropping his hand from her face so he could grip her wrists. He yanked her hands away from the front of her skirt and she cried out, buckling as she pressed her legs together, crossing them tightly against the flood she was barely holding back. The tinkling turned into a steady hiss.
“Yes! Ohhhhh.....yes.....I really....” she gasped, moaning as a heavy spurt splashed down her legs and into her puddle. He smirked.
“Then do it,” he said, pinning her wrists against his chest. The response was amazing. She moaned, body relaxing, pee streaming out of her even as she she uncrossed her trembling legs. He watched as the front of her skirt darkened, pee dribbling from it as she finally let go of the rest of her water, her finishing stream splashing against his leather shoes. She continued to pee for about another forty-five seconds, her puddle considerably wider. Urine was still dripping from her skirt and trickling down her legs as her wet came to an end.
“Are you done?” Draco asked her with a smirk. A few more dribbles relieved themselves from her as she forced everything out. Finally, she nodded. He released her wrists and she sunk bonelessly into her puddle, which Draco stepped back from. She would not look at him and he leaned against the door, waiting.
“You said...what I wanted was conditional,” she finally spoke, looking away from him. Her face was bright red, but he had to give her credit for witholding her tears. She was a lot stronger than most people, himself included, gave he credit for.
“I did,” he said, “I won't tell anyone as long as you agree to a few conditions of mine.”
“Are you blackmailing me into sex?” she asked bluntly, glaring up at him.
“What? No why in the hell would I want to shag a nasty girl like you?” he spat. She blushed darkly, embarrassment in her eyes, but it was quickly covered up with a small, meek smirk of her own.
“You're hard,” she observed. He scowled, she was right, “You liked watching.” Right again. Whatever, he could play that to his advantage.
“You're right, I do like watching. I've been watching,” he said with an evil smirk. She rolled her eyes.
“Well obviously,” she said, utterly killing his moment.
“I beg your pardon?” he said.
“You've obviously been watching. You knew exactly where I was and were here before I came in here to...You were coming out of the far corner. You couldn't have come in after me,” she said, blushing and stammering through her accusation, but it was an accusation none the less. Fine.
“And you do know what that means, don't you, Granger?” he smirked
“Enlighten me,” she said dryly, shifting uncomfortably in her cooling pee.
“I've seen almost every single 'accident' you've had since first year,” he smirked. Her look of horror was enthralling. He pulled out his Pocket Pensive.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked. The color draining from her face told him she did, but he continued anyway, “Its a Pocket Pensive. Every single memory I have of you wetting yourself is in here.”
“Why!?” she blurted out angrily, jumping up from her puddle, “Why have you been...that's....that's private, you sick and twisted pervert!”
“Maybe,” he said, knowing she wouldn't hurt him, “but unless you calm down, the whole school won't just hear about your little wetting fetish, but see it too.” Her jaw dropped.
“Why you...” she growled.
“Have totally, and completely, one upped you, Granger,” he finished for her with a smirk. She looked humiliated and like she wanted to rip his head off at the same time. It was oddly alluring.
“So what then,” she asked tersely, “are your conditions.”
“Thought you'd never ask,” he grinned gloatingly.
“Get on with it!” she snapped at him, arms crossing indignantly.
“We're going to play a game, you and I,” he said, “I'm sure you've heard of it. Master and Servant. The roles, I assume, are obvious to you.” Her glare increased and she refused to answer, so he continued.
“I will be your master, you will be my servant. You are going to do anything and everything I ask.”
“What are the rules?” she asked, glaring hotly.
“Simple, you play the game, firstly. Refuse to play and I leak the memories of your wetting frenzies,” he said, loving the way she blushed scarlet and looked away, “Secondly, you obey me, but the most important rule of this game is that I am in charge of when you get to piss.”
She looked back at him now, eyes wide.
“What?” she asked in sheer shock and disbelief. He smiled.
“I am in charge of when you get to piss,” he repeated, smirk widening, “You are to tell me when you have to pee and you're not allowed to go until I give you permission. If you dissobey me, you will be punished. And when I do let you, I watch.”
“You're disgusting! I'm not going to—-”
“Then I'll go show everyone these memories of mine,” he smiled, shaking the pocket pensive full of memories.
“What if you're bluffing, how do I know?” she asked. The ever present sneer widened further and he popped the lid on the Pensive.
“Come and find out, Granger,” he taunted, holding it out to her. She scowled, but boldly stepped forward and thrust her eye into the opening.
((As I said before, I'm having too much fun writing this! Chapter three will be up tomorrow probably. Leave any comments or creative criticisms below please :) )) |
((Thanks again for the encouraging commentary! This chapter is a little bit long, sorry about that. For the story's sake I had to try and fit three wettings in here...Hope I did okay, I was trying to make them detailed, but not too long. Thanks for reading and leave any comments at the end :) ))
Chapter Three: (Hermione) Seeing Is Believing
The nerve of that foul loathsome snake! Hermione thought as she was whirled down into the Pensive. Inky black swirled in front of her, forming the school grounds. She was not impressed. She stayed where she was, waiting for the memory, if that's what this even was, to begin. She crossed her arms, looking around. It was after finals, first year judging by Lavender Brown's significant lack of make up as the girl walked past. She watched how the people around the very edges shimmered slightly, voices echoing as the non-important walked away. Yes, this was a memory. The verification was sour in her mouth. Fine. Might as well see what Malfoy had against her, better to be prepared.
“I've always heard Hogwarts end of the year exams were frightful! But I found them rather enjoyable,” Hermione heard a younger, more shrill version of herself say from behind. She turned around to watch.
“Speak for yourself,” Ron scoffed before they both turned their attention to Harry, who's scar was hurting him.
“Let's go do something to get your mind off it,” Hermione said soothingly, “I've got a no spill, self-refilling pitcher of lemonade in my bag. We can go sit down by the lake and talk.”
Hermione felt heat rise in her cheeks. She remembered this day. It was the last day of finals their first year, and she had definitely wet her panties. She'd been so frightened about being late to one of her tests that she couldn't eat lunch. Instead, she just drank goblet after goblet of pumpkin juice and ended up squirming all through her Transfiguration final. Despite really needing to have a pee, she ended up knowing every question and feeling really confident at the end of her test. It put her in such a good mood that she forgot her need. Plus, they were out of classes early and it was a nice day. She'd kept that lemonade on a chill-spell too, knowing she'd want to share it with her friends when they were all finished. She'd forgotten all about it until Harry needed cheering.
Hermione watched her younger self walk down to the lakeside with her friends, keeping a bit behind them. That's when she noticed him. Draco, the little maggot, was following slowly and silently, keeping in the trees. She saw his eyes trained on the younger version of herself, face flushed a little with impish glee. She remembered that he'd sat behind her during that test. Her face heated more when she realized the little pervert had probably been watching her fidget during the test, and knew she had to use the toilet. Oh Merlin, she had a bad feeling about this...
Her train of thought broke when they got to the lakeside, Draco keeping cover in the trees off to the side of the path. Her younger self, Harry, and Ron all picked out their usual shady spot, away from everyone else. Hermione watched herself pull the pitcher of lemonade out of her bag and three glasses. She handed it to Harry first, who smiled a little as he poured the yellow liquid into the glass. Hermione bit her lip as she watched her younger self's face pale a little, eyes widen. Yes, she remembered that too. How abruptly her throbbing need to use the loo came back the second Harry started pouring lemonade into his glass. The sound and sight of it made her nearly let go right there into the grass. Hermione watched herself shift and fidget as though trying to get comfortable. In reality she was trying not to pee her panties in front of her friends. She was desperate, she remembered it, and how horrified she was that she couldn't leave to find somewhere to go. She'd been the one to suggest the lemonade after all.
Ron poured his glass and Hermione moved again, but pouring her own was the very worst. It was cold in her hand and she'd accidentally poured too much so that it spilled a bit over her fingers. Hermione remembered how her body almost mimicked the action and she'd made a face, blushing.
“Whoops, better drink that down,” Ron chuckled. He had misinterpreted the face she made, thank God, but she nodded meekly and had to take a couple gulps of the cold drink. She could almost feel again how the gulps had gone straight into her bladder. Harry had simply asked her if it was sour when made a face at nearly wetting again. Hermione watched the scene unfolding with a dark blush on her cheeks, glancing back at Draco who was grinning at each desperate movement her younger self was making. Younger Hermione sipped at her lemonade politely through their conversations, her movements discrete and slight despite how badly she was busting for the loo. She only drank big gulps of lemonade when her friends pointed out that she wasn't, but they had quit pestering her about it after the conversation turned to Quidditch. And then the boys were lost, practically ignoring Hermione all together. At the time, Hermione couldn't have asked for more, even though she'd normally be annoyed. They weren't paying her any attention, so she was able to squirm and hold herself without them noticing.
Hermione watched the scene with an ever present blush on her cheek, glancing now and then to Draco who was grinning with glee as he watched her. It creeped her out, what a little pervert! Who gets off at watching girls pee themselves, anyway? Probably the same type of pervert who gets off on peeing themselves, a little voice snickered deep inside her, sharply reminding Hermione of her wet panties and stained skirt. She forced the feelings away and watched the scene again.
“Hey look its the squid,” Ron pointed out as the creature surfaced and started swimming lazily across the lake. Its tentacles slapped loudly against the water and Hermione watched her younger self freeze up with a look of horror on her face.
“What's wrong, don't like the squid?” Harry asked, though Hermione hadn't remembered him saying anything. The sound of the squid's tentacles slapping against the water had been too much for her over full body to handle. Hermione blushed and fidgeted as she looked on, privately recalling how a hot stream of pee had suddenly soaked her panties and started flowing into the grass where she sat.
“Hermione?” Harry asked again, obviously having been worried. When he called her name it snapped her out of it and she cut off the stream mid flow. She couldn't wet herself in front of her friends, she just couldn't!
“I'm fine,” she lied, “But I am starting to get a little cold.”
“Let's go back to the castle,” Harry agreed, “My head hurts.”
“Maybe you should see the nurse...” Ron started to say as Hermione packed up the glasses and the pitcher. She could almost feel it again, how careful and slow she had to be, fearing she was going to have a full accident right there. She started walking with them down the path that led to castle, her body stiff from her efforts. Hermione remembered how hard it was, how painful. With each step her body was trying to release the contents of her bladder. It didn't care who was watching, just that it was full and it needed to be emptied, and had been needing to be emptied since before her Transfiguration final. They were half way, just a bit past the boat house when another hot stream shot out into her panties. Hermione gasped and dropped her bag, squatting down to pick it up.
“You okay?” Ron asked her, frowning in concern when she didn't get up. Hermione's face burned with shame as she watched from lower on the hill, standing next to where Draco was hiding. From that angle, he could see everything and so could she. Pee was running down her thighs and spurting into the grass from under her skirt. Hermione could recall how mortified she was that she was having a real accident in front of her friends. She pretended to be checking the bag, muttering something about thinking the glasses broke as the stream of pee slowed to a trickle and then stopped.
“Actually, I think I left my book back at the lake,” Hermione said as she stood up, holding the bag in front of her, just in case she had a wet spot on her skirt, “I'll catch up.” The boys shrugged and headed off while Hermione watched herself hurry back down the path, rolling her eyes as Draco scuttled off into the trees, following.
She couldn't go very fast, but at least with the boys gone she could hold herself. She dropped her bag on the path, not caring about the glasses, knowing she could repair them if they broke. Right now all that mattered was finding somewhere to have her accident without anyone seeing. Well, anyone besides the sick pervert following her in the memory. She followed Draco, watching herself from his perspective. Her younger self was wiggling and bouncing, moaning softly with her hands between her legs, shifting from foot to foot. They way she was moving was definitely suggestive at the very least. She watched herself look around desperately, eyes finally falling on the boathouse.
It was very much a beacon of hope to her. She knew no one ever went inside and it was probably unlocked. Her bladder gave a sharp pang and another small leak warmed her panties and wet her thighs. She had no time left. Memory Draco and Hermione both watched, following as she made a mad dash for the boat house door, ripping it open and slamming herself inside. They watched from the windows as she did a full potty dance while pulling up her skirt, showing off her pale pink cotton panties. Hermione blushed darkly as she watched herself squat down, spreading her legs so she wouldn't get anything else wet, and then moan in pleasure, loud enough to hear through the windows even, as she finally started peeing.
Hermione couldn't take her eyes off herself, surprised at how she looked while she had her accident. Her head was tossed back, eyes closed as her whole body relaxed while an impressive sized puddle grew around her. Worse, Hermione could remember just how great that had felt. She'd had to go so badly and every time she'd leaked it had felt so good...releasing everything like this after holding it for so long was the best feeling she'd ever had. Was this really how she'd gotten into her habit?
She glanced over at Draco and actually gave a yelp to find that he had his hand down the front of his pants as he watched her through the window. Gross! But still...on a logical level, she understood. They were elven, and even to Hermione back then, wetting her panties had given her a thrill like no other. She figured it had much done for Draco. She understood, but she didn't appreciate it in the slightest.
The scenery suddenly changed, warping. Second year, she knew it immediately. She was in the corridor where the Heir had written his threatening messages on the wall. Oh no, don't tell me...Hermione thought, blushing already. There was no WAY he could have seen this too! She could die right there and shut her eyes in mortification.
She'd almost been caught by Filch when she wet this time. Everything was just so stressful for her at the time, she recalled, with the Heir running about and attacking Muggleborns like herself. So that morning when she got up and used the loo, she'd left her panties on. It had felt so good to pee through them, it gave her a little rush and she felt a lot more relaxed. Plus...having them wet against her privates felt really nice. And yet, a little voice deep inside her reminded her just how good it would feel if she got really desperate and had to find somewhere to have an accident again...
It had almost cost her dearly that night. She'd gone through breakfast, drinking several goblets of pumpkin juice and hardly touching her food, and then did the same at lunch, had water between classes, and then the same at dinner. She remembered how full she was, but somehow knowing she was doing this on purpose gave her a greater sense of control. Throughout the day, whenever her desperation peaked too high, she purposefully let out a stream discretely to get the edge off. Draco must have been watching like a hawk, she realized as the memory played. She walked around the corner to the charms class room to wait for herself. She could see Draco already, hiding behind a suit of armor.
Hermione had forgot she'd agreed to do extra work after dinner. Flitwick had reminded her while she was draining her third goblet of pumpkin juice. Her original plan had been to wander around the castle after dinner, maybe going up to the astronomy tower, until she absolutely had to wet herself. Now, she had to go sit for lord only knew how long with Professor Flitwick. It had put her out of her control and it had nearly undid her during her advanced lesson. When he finally released her, she was far past desperation and knew she need to find the nearest place to let go, and fast.
Stomach twirling, Hermione watched herself leave the charms classroom and immediately double over, holding herself. She looked around, knowing there was no where immediately close and she had to get far enough away from the charms room. The sheer humiliation of Flitwick were to walk out and see her peeing in her panties...She shook her head and took a sharp corner. There had to be something, somewhere, anything down this way. An alcove. A broom cupboard. Something! Hermione watched herself quicken down the hall way, hand between her legs as she looked around. Nothing.
“Ohhhh....” she heard herself moan, having to stop and cross her legs, her other hand reaching to hold herself too. She didn't have long. She was going to pee any minute now. She looked around frantically her eyes fell on it. Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Water had soaked the floor leaving a massive puddle. Myrtle had thrown another tantrum and Hermione felt fear growing up inside her chest. She hated using the public toilets around the school, and Myrtle's was the very worst of all of them. But...but there was no where else and she was about to pee her panties! Hermione watched herself as she hobbled toward the lavatory. She could almost feel the anxiety swelling in her chest, which had done nothing at all to help her bladder. Hermione glanced back to see Draco watching from behind the corner she'd turned, looking disappointed. Obviously he thought she was going to disappear the bathroom and his watching her wet was going to be thwarted. Oh, but he was about to get a surprise.
Hermione watched as she hobbled closer, sloshing toward the door through the puddle. She could barely move, her need was so great, and she had to support herself with one hand on the wall. She could feel her heart pounding, her bladder pulsing, and each time she stepped down in the water, it reminded her of every accident she'd ever had. All she wanted to do was pee. Hermione had to stop and hold herself again, but made the mistake of looking down. All that water under her...such a huge puddle...And Hermione couldn't take it.
Hermine gave a startled gasp as her body suddenly began to relieve itself without her consent. Her eyes widened as she felt her cool, damp panties bloom with heat that wasted no time pouring down her thighs and splashed down into the water puddle below. She shuddered, knowing there was nothing at all she could do to stop when she was going full force like that. She trembled, hand still on the wall for support as she had a real accident. And on the one night she'd planned to wet her panties on purpose, too!
“What's going on up here!” came the low grumbling voice of Filch. She gasped, still peeing forcefully. She couldn't stop, and she couldn't move. Filch was going to catch her peeing in the hall! Hermione looked back at Draco, because it was far too humiliating to look at her past self. She could see that he looked just as fearful and rooted to the spot as she was. But Filch was coming up the hallway, he was gonna turn any second and see Hermione, helplessly wetting herself into Myrtle's water puddle. Hermione watched Draco as he looked back and forth. If Filch came closer, Hermione realized, he'd catch Draco watching Hermione pee. Wait...No, he couldn't have...Did he? Hermione thought as she walked over to where Draco was, watching him intently.
He took a look at Hermione, peeing desperately harder now, trying to finish before Filch caught her, and then back down the hall where he could see the old man starting to come up. He nibbled his lip, and darted into the smaller hallway. Hermione followed, watching in awe as he ran right up to a towering suit of armor and shoved it over as hard as he could. The crash was deafening and Hermione remembered that she'd heard it even over where she was having her pee.
“What the blood hell is going on!?” Filch raged, running into the hall. Draco had ran down and into a stair case, hiding, as Filch came around the corner.
“PEEVES!!!” he shouted, “DAMN IT I'LL HAVE YOU OUT THIS TIME FOR SURE!!!!”
The scene changed, swirling in inky black again, but Hermione was too distracted by what she'd just seen. Draco had saved her from Filch catching her wet. She had always thought it really had been Peeves who'd crashed something in the hall. Why would Draco do it? It made no sense at all. Was he trying to say that she owed him? She shook her head, putting it out of her mind for now as she watched the next scene.
It was last year, Hermione noted, as the Great Hall swam into view. She knew immediately just from looking at the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ron were sitting at one end, and she was sitting alone at the other. It was in the middle of the fight she'd had with Ron, who was absolutely convinced that her cat had killed his rat. Harry, of course, had sided with Ron. With no friends to speak of, too many classes to handle, and helping Hagrid with Buckbeak, the stress levels running through Hermione's 13 year old body were far, far too high. Not to mention the dementors were amplifying every negative feeling she had. She'd peed her panties so many times that year, just for the sheer pleasure of it.
On this particular day, Hermione remembered she was holding on purpose. It was lunch and she'd skipped going to the bathroom that morning even. She wasn't eating anything, only reading and drinking pumpkin juice. Well, pretending to read anyway. Hermione knew that she was draining goblet after goblet all the while holding herself under the table. She was busting already and Hermione blushed as she noticed Draco watching her intensely from the Slytherin table. God, what a show she didn't realize she'd been giving him. Hermione shifted her attention back to herself, knowing her hand was pressed hard against herself as she crossed and re-crossed her legs. She checked her watch, nibbling her lip. She was barely holding on now and she had double potions after lunch. She started packing up her books and Draco smirked, standing also. Hermione knew where her memory self was going to end up, so she followed Draco curiously.
The Slytherin boy told his friends he'd left his potions book back in the dorm as he excused himself, heading out of the Great Hall while Hermione was still packing up her things. She frowned, wondering how Draco would see her if he was leaving before hand. Curious, she kept near him and walked out. He walked calmly, hand in his pocket as he headed down the corridor that led to the library. About half way to it, around the area near the teacher's lounge, he stopped by a tapestry and Hermione gasped. No way! That...that...complete ARSE!!! Ugh!!! She thought, practically screaming aloud and stamping her foot. It was the first place she'd ever openly wet at Hogwarts—granted when she did it had been because she was about to have an accident and had no choice. But since then it had become one of her favorite spots to have a secret pee. And if he knew about it....he really had been watching her almost every time she wet. Stupid, sneaky, raunchy bastard!
She followed Draco inside the space behind the tapestry and watched him open the supply closet. She blushed rubbing her face. How had she never noticed there was a door right there? She could kick herself. She leaned against the wall as Draco shut the door, waiting. Sure enough, a few minutes later Hermione slipped into the space as well, whimpering and groaning aloud now that she was able to. Hermione saw the door silently creek open, Draco's eye appearing in the small space between the door as she set down her books, dancing.
“Ooooh...Merlin, do I need a wee,” Hermione gasped softly, standing still in the middle of the room, facing Draco's door. She spread her legs and slowly lifted her skirt, testing her endurance and unknowingly giving Draco a show. Again. Her pale yellow panties with little white polka dots were still dry, but not for long. She stood there, holding her skirt up with her legs spread, panting softly as she slowly relaxed her body.
“Nnnn.....wait, wait...not yet...” she gasped, whimpering to herself as a wet patch suddenly blossomed against the crotch of her panties. She tensed again, body trembling. Heat flooded Hermione's cheeks as she watched herself, knowing exactly what she was doing. She was acting out the fantasy of having a real accident. And Draco Malfoy, of all people, was watching her do something so private from behind the stupid store room door.
“Ohhhh...” Hermione moaned softly as she relaxed again, more wetness soaking into her panties. She pressed her thighs together, bending at the knees as her light liquid started running down her skin. She squirmed again, dancing from foot to foot before moving her legs apart. Trails of pee were running down her legs and into her knee socks while her soaked panties started dripping on the stone floor.
“Oh no...Oh no...Ooooh its starting to come out...” Hermione moaned, her anxious words filled with pleasure when she spoke. Hermione blushed as she watched herself. That felt so good every time she did this...it made her shift a little while she watched, her own panties still damp from peeing earlier. A different kind of heat bloomed between her legs and she nibbled her lips. Bugger. If I'm getting hot watching myself, I can only imagine what Malfoy is doing in that bloody store closet...She thought. She shook her head, embarrassed, and focusing on watching herself. She'd crossed her legs again, bending down into a half squat as spurts of pee ran down her thighs and pattering lightly onto the floor.
“I'm gonna have an accident...I can't hold it anymore...” Hermione whimpered through a moan. Tendrils of pee were running down her trembling legs and splashing down, forming a small puddle as her wet came in sudden spurts. She was losing control. She danced in place, pressing one hand against her crotch as her pee burst through her soaked underwear, spraying through her fingers and into her slowly growing mess. She gave a sudden gasp, pulling her skirt up high as she squatted down quickly, moving her hand as a torrent of liquid burst from her.
“Ahhhhhhhhh....” she sighed happily, smiling with her eyes closed as her water hissed out of her in full force, splashing loudly onto the stone below. Hermione watched herself, a bit transfixed, as she did her wee. Her womanhood was pulsing against her cool, damp panties. She bit her lip, balling her fists. She absolutely would not give in inside one of Draco's memories....
“Nnnn....oh no, I wet my panties...” Hermione giggled when she was done, “God that felt so good...” Hermione covered her mouth in shock as she watched herself sit down in her puddle, balling her skirt up so it wouldn't get wet, and move her hand between her legs again. She gasped and tremble as she touched herself through her warm, wet panties, hips rocking into her fingers. She got quite enthusiastic, splashing in her puddle as she moved, breathing heavily until she gave another loud moan of pleasure. Hermione stood there, trembling and hot as she watched herself get off in a puddle of her own pee. Her hand instinctively pressed against the front of her skirt, making her sigh softly. No! She scolded herself, yanking her hand away, not in Draco's memories! Still, she couldn't help rubbing her legs together, now that she was aching.
The scene suddenly whirled around her, vanishing below and she realized she was being pulled up and out of the Pensive. She stumbled back into the empty classroom, feet splashing in her cold pee puddle and glared defiantly at Draco. He only smirked.
“You look a little hot Granger,” he drawled.
“Go and stuff yourself,” she growled threateningly, hot in the face from anger and humiliation. She hated him! He rolled his eyes, which only angered her more.
“No way to talk to your new master,” he sneered, “or are you gonna opt out and let me show everyone that you're a filthy piss girl?” Hermione wanted to punch him.
“How long do we play your stupid game for?” she demanded to know.
“Until I get bored, obviously,” he shrugged.
“And what happens when you get bored?” she asked, eyebrow raised.
“Depends how good of a player you are,” he smiled with a wicked gleam in his eye. Hermione scowled. He had her stuck, she had no other options.
“Fine, we'll play.” |
Chapter Four: Let The Games Begin
Draco smirked widely as she agreed to his conditions, not that he'd left her with any other choice. This was going to be a very, very good year indeed. He watched as Hermione started cleaning up her messy clothes and the puddle. He noticed she'd left her panties wet. He wondered if it was because she didn't want to knowingly flash him, because she liked them wet, or if it was because it was just a habit by now. He'd find out the answer eventually.
“So let me get this right,” Hermione said, perching herself atop a desk, “I'm not allowed to go to the toilet--”
“You're not allowed to pee,” he corrected.
“Unless I have your permission?” she finished.
“Correct,” he said.
“Okay, well, what if I have to use the loo and I don't have to pee?” she asked, arms crossed.
“You can do that,” he said, “but you have to tell me.”
“And what if I pee while I'm there?” she asked coolly.
“You'll be punished,” he said simply, “and trust me, I will know if you peed without permission.”
Hermione sighed, scowling in displeasure.“What kind of punishments are we talking about? Are you going to make me wet myself?” she asked.
“I think we both know, Granger, that you enjoy wetting yourself far too much to make it a punishment,” he sneered, enjoying how red she blushed, “Listen, the punishments will fit your crimes when you break my rules. But I'm not a cruel master (Hermione raised her eyebrow distrustfully as he spoke) and you'll receive rewards when do do what I ask.” She sighed, looking cross but nibbling her lip in thought, pondering his rules. Slowly, she nodded.
“And you won't tell anyone? Not as long as I do what you say?” she asked.
“I promise,” he said “I won't tell anyone. I'd have to tell everyone I enjoyed watching you piss your knickers too.” She nodded again, accepting this. He could have danced.
“Alright, well...you've already had a good pee,” he said, loving how uncomfortable she looked, “I know your panties are still wet. You're not allowed to take them off or dry them until you shower. You may pee, but only in your dorm tonight before you go to bed. You are not allowed to go in the morning when you wake up.”
“Sounds like you already have plans,” she said dryly, looking unamused.
“Oh trust me, I have had plans for a long while now,” he sneered, making her fidget uncomfortably, “and tomorrow morning you are to meet me in the library before breakfast starts.” She nodded curtly, looking like she had something sour in her mouth, and wouldn't meet his eyes. He flicked his wand, magically unlocking the door, and opened it for her.
“I'll see you tomorrow morning, Granger,” he said with a grin. She shoved past him, storming out of the room with a mix of embarrassment and fury on her face. He loved every second of it. He watched her stomp away with a smirk before slipping out himself and heading in the opposite direction. This was going to be so much fun. He couldn't believe his stroke of genius and good luck! He was going to be able to watch Hermione wet herself whenever he wanted, and be in control of exactly how she did it every time. He grinned boyishly, almost skipping as he headed down to the library. He wasn't kidding when he said he had plans.
The next morning he was sitting the library, unassumingly doing his homework before breakfast. He was the only one in there besides the old librarian, but he knew Hermione would show up. His thoughts drifted from his homework to what he had planned for Hermione. He decided to go easy on her the first day. He knew she'd be embarrassed, which would in turn make her defiant, and honestly he didn't want this whole game to be a struggling battle between them. Ideally, he wanted Hermione to be able to enjoy herself, but he knew he'd have to make her trust him for that. It was going to be a challenge, but he was more than ready for it.
Hermione walked in about half an hour before breakfast started. He noted she looked moody, but that was to be expected. She spotted him and came over, sitting across from where he worked. She crossed her arms, lips turned down in a frown.
“Malfoy,” she greeted coolly.
“Wrong,” he said, not looking up from his work, “You are to address me as Master or by my given name. I'm allowed to call you whatever I feel like it. Now go on and greet me properly, or you'll be punished.” She tsked, huffing in irritation. “Go on then.”
“Good morning, Draco,” she said, attitude thick in her tone. He'd let that slide, for now. He smiled wickedly and looked up at her.
“Sleep well, Hermione?” he asked, enjoying the surprise on her face when he used her given name in kind, but she quickly masked it with a scowl.
“No, I had nightmares about you,” she scoffed, glaring indignantly. He chuckled.
“Then I did good yesterday,” he mused.
“Pervert,” she huffed, leaning back into her chair, “did you have me come here to banter while you caught up on Arithmancy?”
“No, I had you come here so you knew today's rules,” he said as he worked, “and I'm not catching up, I'm doing that assignment for next week about prime numbers.” She looked heavily annoyed, he noted, while he worked. She was uncomfortable and embarrassed at the situation, irritated that her attempts to pick a fight with him were failing. She was incapable, he'd observed, of picking fights during a civilized conversation.
“And what are those rules?” she finally sighed, leaning back into her chair. He met her eyes, his smile almost charming.
“Did you go to the toilet this morning?” he asked her, ignoring her question and happy to see a pink blush rise up in her cheeks.
“No,” she said. That was good, she was afraid he'd done something. At the moment, he would have had no idea if she was telling the truth or not. Hermione had proven on more than one occasion that she was actually a fair liar. She could have peed this morning, told him she hadn't, and he wouldn't have been the wiser. He was working on steps to counteract that, however.
“Good girl,” he praised, noting that the blush deepened. Embarrassment or was she pleased? He couldn't quite tell, “do you have to pee now?”
“Not...not right this minute,” she answered, looking down at the table.
“Ah, but you do have a need?” he asked with a slow smile. She sighed, blushing a bit more.
“Yes,” she said quietly. Perfect. He reached down into his bag and pulled out a large metal flask with the Hogwarts insignia on it.
“This is self-refilling, and its full of water. It will only re-fill once its emptied. During each class before lunch, I want you to drink a full bottle. And at breakfast, you're to drink three full goblets of pumpkin juice. Have you had anything to drink at all today?” he asked, happy to see her paling as he gave her his instructions.
“I had a glass of water when I woke up,” she said, now apparently regretting doing that. This was going to be such fun.
“That's fine. You have Charms with the Hufflepuff's right before lunch, don't you?” he asked, and she nodded in response, “Good. Meet me in the secret passage between the suit of armor holding a spear and the statue of Ulric the Odd. You do know the one, don't you? It has the tapestry covering up an empty hallway halfway to the other---”
“I know which one, alright?!” she snapped.
“Shhh! Quiet in the library!” Madam Pince shushed at them. Hermione looked down apologetically and Draco had to admit that he found it ironically funny that a scolding from a librarian could do that to her. He wanted to have that power one day.
“I know you do,” he said quietly, smiling wickedly, “last year you barely got inside before you totally flooded yourself.”
“Shut. Up.” she snarled, blushing brightly, eyes narrowed at him. He loved the look on her face.
“Meet me there after class. You're not to pee until you see me again, and then I'll decide what happens,” he said as he shut his book, tucking it into his bag before he strode out of the library. Oh, he was going to have her utterly desperate for the loo before lunch. And he wasn't going to let her go.
Draco didn't have any of his morning classes with the Gryffindors that day, so he could only imagine how badly she'd be squirming. She was starting to get the slightest bit fidgety at breakfast after she drank all her juice, he'd noted. Was it because she was nervous about the game? Maybe the anxiety of it all was putting its strain on her bladder. Or maybe she was excited about getting to hold like that again so soon. Either way, he was anxious for their morning classes to end so he could see how she held up before lunch.
He was giddy when the bell rang for their midday meal, but took his time walking toward the secret passage they'd agreed to meet in. He was sure she was desperate and he wanted to drag it out. He walked into the entrance of the passage way, following along its path. Hermione was waiting for him by the tapestry halfway point. She didn't see him yet, but she was standing there with her arms crossed, shifting from foot to foot restlessly. Oh, but he could tell she had to go worse than she was letting on. Her body was tight as a wire, hands balled tightly at her sides. Classic Hermione I-Don't-Have-To-Pee denial. He walked up, clearing his throat to announce his presence. She stopped shifting, forcing herself to stand still and cross her arms. He noticed her light trembling, however.
“You took your time,” she scolded, looking miffed. She shifted again and bit her lip.
“Did I? Why do you have somewhere you need to go?” he asked with a smile.
“Yes, lunch, I'm hungry,” she retorted, bouncing, “is that a problem, Master?” Even though she'd called him that in sarcasm, it sent a bolt of excitement straight through him. He couldn't wait for the day she would whine and moan the title, begging to let her piss. He ripped his mind away from the fantasy and leaned against the wall opposite.
“So, how were your classes?” he asked casually, watching with glee as she fidgeted in place.
“Fine,” she said tersely, “they were completely fine.” He could see her visibly resisting the urge to cross her legs.
“Good to hear,” he said, “Would you mind getting the water flask for me? I'd like to see it.” She glared at him and even in the dimly lit room he could see color tinting her cheeks. She bent down to her bag, slowly and carefully, biting her lip. He could see her legs and bottom trembling. She was quite desperate, as he'd planned. She stood back up, a little too quickly and couldn't help but to press her thighs tight together. She swallowed and handed him the bottle.
“Thank you, Hermione,” he said politely as he took it, turning it upside down. Water sloshed loudly in the container and he heard her whimper softly. There was a small number three on the bottom of the bottle, indicating how many times it had re-filled since he'd given it to her.
“Good girl, you drank like you were supposed to,” he said with a smile, handing it to her, “Now put it back, you're going to need it.” She glared at him as she snatched, going through the whole process of bending and putting the bottle away. There was a lot more trembling this time, he noticed happily, and when she stood again Hermione immediately started shifting foot to foot. She refused to look at him. Someone clearly needed to wee.
“You're dancing,” he observed. The shifting stop and she grit her teeth, “do you need a piss?”
“What do you think!?” she snapped, glaring indignantly at him.
“Well that's not very nice,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “And I was going to give you a reward for drinking your water like a good girl. Let's try again. Hermione, do you need a piss?”
He watched the struggle on her face, fear as he mildly suggested she was going to be punished. She was trembling and shifting her weight from foot to foot again. She looked like she was considering her options, blushing badly as she licked her lips and gave a curt nod.
“I'm sorry, didn't catch that,” Draco grinned.
“Yes! Yes, alright? I....I need to...”
“Go on.”
“I need to pee,” she said quietly, biting her lip and crossing her legs, trembling worse as though admitting it aloud made her need even more dire. Draco assumed it probably did. He watched silently as she whimpered, rocking back and forth with her legs crossed, then suddenly held herself. She looked over at him helplessly. God, it was like he'd fallen into a wet dream.
“Are you going to have an accident?” he asked her, keeping his voice even though it was a bit of a struggle. She nibbled her lip, her dance increasing.
“I'm going to if you don't let me go,” she whined softly, having to cross and re-cross her legs. He sighed softly.
“Well its a pity then,” he said, watching with glee as she looked at him with budding horror, “if you hadn't been so rude, I'd have let you go behind the tapestry. Now you're going to have to wait.”
“But...but Mal....Draco! I really....I really have to go bad!” she insisted, fear in her eyes. She crossed her legs tightly, clenching her hand between her thighs and pressing her fingers hard into her womanhood.
“Well you should have thought about that before you were rude, then,” he said with a shrug, “naughty servants need to learn their lessons.”
“I'm sorry!” she exclaimed, bouncing a little. Her other hand had joined her in holding, “Can...Can I make it up to you? There must be something....Please, I really need to wee....” He grinned.
“Well, there is something, now that you mention it,” he mused. He had her full attention, “I want you to show me your panties.” Her eyes bugged, face going bright scarlet.
“Now, before you tell me you refuse, keep in mind that I've seen your panties plenty of times,” he added. She licked her lips, considering her options. Have a completely accidental wetting in front of him, or show him her panties and be allowed her piss?
“Can I pee if I show you?” she asked with desperation in her voice.
“Maybe,” he smirked. She swallowed. Maybe was better than a no. She trembled, biting her lip as she straightened herself with a pained noise. She kneaded her skirt in her hands, thighs tight together as she pulled it up. They were sky blue color with a darker blue lace trim. Very cute.
“You can put your skirt down, I liked what I saw,” he said with a smile. She dropped, immediately holding herself again, “I think you deserve your reward.” Her head snapped up to him.“I can pee?” she asked hopefully.
“No,” he said, hope draining from her face along with her color, “but you can take the edge off, right here, for ten seconds. How does that sound?” Her eyes were wide, cheeks very red. She tensed up tightly, clearing her throat.
“Are you going to watch?” she asked nervously.
“Of course,” he replied, she sighed and looked away, clearly not wanting to do it. She looked hopefully at the privacy the tapestry could provide.
“Its either this or you have to wait even longer,” he said with a shrug “the choice is yours.” Except that it wasn't, he grinned, she wouldn't last another five mintues without wetting herself. She took a shuddering breath and looked down at the floor.
“O-okay...” she agreed, starting to spread her legs.
“Wait,” he admonished gently, making her whimper and snap her legs back together. She was shaking with the effort of holding back her flood. Dangling partial relief just before her was having a great effect.
“Good, now lift up your skirt, go slowly,” he directed, pleased when her trembling hands complied, thighs rubbing together desperately as she pulled up the fabric.
“Spread your legs, but don't go yet,” he said. She whimpered, still for a moment.
“I...I might not be able to,” she mumbled out, “Its...its about to come out...”
“Hn. You have to pee very badly don't you?” he asked casually. She nodded quickly, looking at him with sheer need in her eyes. It was almost enough to undo him.
“Well, spread your legs and squat down. Don't pee until I say you can start,” he ordered, “If you do, you'll be punished. And you have to stop when I say, too, or else you'll be punished.”
He watched Hermione whimper softly, dancing desperately in front of him before slowly lowering into a squat, trembling as she slowly spread her legs. She moaned quietly, biting her lip against the noise, body shaking as she waited for him to give her permission. He only smiled.“Draco! I...I...I can't....” she gasped, panting with the effort to hold herself back.
“Your ten seconds starts,” he said, Hermione moaning desperately during his pause, “now.”
She sighed in relief as her stream burst out the crotch of her underwear, soaking the light blue almost the same color as the darker lace. She relaxed her body, the stream strengthening as she went. Her eyes were closed and she slowly smiled in bliss as she released herself.
“Five seconds left,” he warned, having been counting in his head as he watched her. She whimpered, body tensing again. The stream slowed, but did not stop.
“Three seconds,” he said and again her stream slowed as she tensed more, squirming a little, “two seconds...Stop.” And she did, cutting off the stream just as he told her. He was impressed, and judging by her puddle she'd let out quite a lot.
“Very good,” he praised, “Stand back up.” No need to leave her in such a tempting position. She let out a slow, shuddering breath as she stood, crossing her legs and bouncing in place as the need to finish having a wee swept through her. He waited patiently while she composed herself.
“Feel a little better?” he asked her in a gentle tone. She nodded, brushing her hair behind her ear.
“Good,” he said, “drink another goblet of juice at lunch. We'll see if you can last through Care of Magical Creatures.”
She looked beside herself in shock.
“What?! I can't do that! I won't....I won't even make it through lunch if you make me drink anything else!” she exclaimed, fear in her eyes.
“I've seen you drink more than what you have and hold it all day long,” he said, “You'll be fine.”
She groaned, moving to clean her mess and pick up her bag. He chuckled as he watched her. This was going better than he'd thought it would. Maybe she enjoyed this a little herself?
“Are you going to let me pee after Care of Magical Creatures?” she asked, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
“If you're a very good girl, I might let you pee during,” he smirked, taking in the look of shock on her face before walking down the passage way. That couldn't have gone any better than it had. She was very compliant, probably too scared of his punishments to be disobedient. She didn't like to have accidents in front of anyone and she didn't like to use the toilets between classes. He could use that as a punishment and he was sure that's what she feared.
He headed down to the Great Hall, sitting with his friends so he faced the Gryffindor table. Hermione came in not too long after, taking her seat with her friends. She gave off no obvious signs she just had a ten second pee in her panties. Obvious meaning her stupid friends couldn't tell. Draco could though, watching her body movements. She rocked a little in her seat as she hesitantly pulled her goblet toward her. She glanced up, surprising Draco with a stare. He only smiled, giving her a slight nod. He watched her sigh and pick it up. She drank the entire goblet down in a rush and set it back down. One of her friends noticed how thirsty she was and she laughed it off, pulling out a book to hide behind. Draco could see her though, one hand shoved tight between her legs. She crossed them, swaying them back and forth during lunch. He watched her very carefully for the next ten minutes, observing her quickly growing need to pee. She was squirming in her seat, once having to hold with both her hands. She shot him another desperate look, which he again only smiled at. If she made it through lunch without leaking, he'd let her pee during Care of Magical Creatures. Either that, he noted with her constant movements, she would pee during Care of Magical Creatures anyway and get a punishment.
By the time the bell rang again for class, she was a fidgety mess. Even her friends had asked her if anything was the matter, but she brushed them off. Draco and his group walked a few lengths behind the Gryffindorks down to the grounds. It proved difficult for Hermione to walk down the rocky hill with her over full bladder. She was trembling again, thighs pressed together by the time they got to Hagrid's hut. She shot him another look, eyes almost crazed with desperation. She had to pee now. And without his help, she was going to do it right there in front of the entire class. He nodded softly to her look, indicating she should pay attention to Hagrid.
The Blast Ended Skrewts were, oh so regrettably, ill at the moment. Many of the class rejoiced which made Hagrid look unhappy. He went on to say that today their lesson would be to collect several herbs from around the safer edges of the Forbidden Forest. He'd marked a boarder line and they were not to go past that. Draco caught Hermione's eye and nodded his head toward the left end of the forest. He knew she'd understood to follow and that she was clever enough to come up with some excuse to ditch her friends. He simply told his own that they needed to learn how to do their own work for once and left it at that. He walked a little ways into the woods, far away from any of the other students. He found the boarder line and waited there, leaning against a boulder.
It wasn't too long that he heard footsteps coming up the path he took and Hermione came into view. And what a view it was. She had her hand buried deep in her legs, shivering and stopping every few steps to bounce on her toes, mouth open in a silent moan. She had her wand in her hand, clearly having done a Point Me spell to find him.
“Over here,” he called to her and her eyes locked on him immediately. She was still, her eyes wide and he chuckled.
“Are you peeing already?” he teased her. She shook her head, holding herself tightly, “Come over here then.” She hurried toward him as fast as she could, bouncing as she danced in front of him. He smirked.
“My, my,” he teased again, “Someone has to go potty.” She whined.
“Its your fault,” she gasped, crossing her legs and bending at the waist, both hands deep in her skirt. She'd actually dropped her wand to the forest floor, Draco noticed with a raised eyebrow. She had to be about to wet right then if she was going to give up the one thing that could defend her in case Draco decided to attack her, or a wild beast jumped out of the forest, “I gotta...oh god oh god oh god...” She danced desperately, looking at him, eyes begging as a few streams of pee rolled down her legs. She was bursting right then.
“Did I say you could pee?” he asked, eyebrow raised as she leaked.
“N-no, but I....Ohhhh....” she moaned as more helplessly gushed out of her. Her skirt and her socks were getting wet as her urine splashed down her legs to the dirt at her feet. Draco was not amused.
“You keep that up, and you're going to get a punishment,” he scolded. She whimpered, but he noticed that the flooding came to a quick stop. She trembled, looking pleadingly up at him from where she was crouched, holding. Her skirt was dark where her hands were pressed against herself, skin wet from her accident. He sighed.
“You didn't mean to, I understand,” he said gently, “but you have to wait until I say you can go. Now you're in trouble.”
“I'm sorry!” she gasped, hips swaying as she continued to hold her flood, “I couldn't help it...it just started coming out...”
“You're right about to wet your panties, aren't you?” he asked, noting the way she was dancing and holding. She whimpered, tears in her eyes as she blushed heavily. She nodded.
“Do you want to wet your panties?” he asked her with a growing smirk. She whined, blushing worse and shutting her eyes as she danced even faster, bouncing her heels, “answer me.”
“Yes!” she gasped, then moaned like she was starting to relieve herself already.
“Yes what?” he pressed.
“I...I...I want to...I want to...”
“You want to what?”
“I want to wet...Aaaaaah! I'm gonna wet my panties!” she cried out, “Its coming out...” Her entire body relaxed and she closed her eyes.
“Don't you dare,” he growled menacingly, standing over her. She gasped, looking up at him in fear, muscles tensing right back up. She trembled, but didn't pee.
“Get your hands out of your crotch this instant,” he growled.
“But I--”
“Now!” he snapped and she squealed, moving her hands away. She swayed back and forth, dancing on the spot without her hands holding back the flood. He took her hands into his, shivering the slightest bit at noticing they were warm and wet with her urine. She shook badly, legs locked together, and shut her eyes.
“Look me in the eye,” he said, voice low but not as forceful as he'd been before. He noticed the rise in her blush as she slowly looked up at his face. Her chocolate colored orbs were wide and wet with tears, her expression hazy with her need to release her pee.
“Draco,” she whimpered, voice trembling as she was unable to break her eye contact with him, “Draco I really have to...”
“I know,” he said, gazing into her eyes, “you're not allowed to look away from me.”
“O-okay,” she whimpered, tears pooling in her eyes as she trembled badly. He knew exactly what was about to happen.
“Wet yourself,” he ordered, eyes locked with hers. His order came the second before her body did it on its own, there was no stopping the flood. It hissed out of her body loudly and she gasped, fear in her eyes, unable to break away from his face. He smiled and it was only then it occurred to her that he'd just given her permission to do exactly what she was doing.
“Ohhhhhhhhh.....” she moaned in relief, tilting her head back a little, eyes filling with pleasure and still locked on his. He went immediately hard. The hiss of her pee got, if possible, even louder as she fully gave into her need. It splashed down against the dirt, creating a muddy puddle beneath their feet. She went for ages, never once breaking eye contact until her pee slowed to a dribble and then stopped. She looked down then, panting and breathless. He had to catch his breath a little himself and let his gaze follow hers. She'd gushed an ocean between them, her socks and shoes and skirt soaking wet. His shoes were wet too, but he didn't mind. Far from it, in fact. He decided he rather liked touching her while she wet herself, he'd have to do it more often.
“Do you feel better?” he asked softly, letting go of her hands. She stepped away, licking her lips and wiping her wet hands on the side of her skirt. She looked completely mortified, eyes flicking from Draco's smirking face, down to her massive puddle, and then seemed to realize that Draco had been holding her pee soaked hands the entire time she pissed. She swallowed hard.
“Well?” he pressed, smirking as her shoulders sagged in defeat.
“Yes...” she said softly.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked her, tilting his head curiously as she blushed so badly her ears matched her cheeks. She rubbed her thighs together slightly, which made him raise an eyebrow. Did she enjoy it that much?
“Yes...” she responded, even more quietly than the first time, but then she cleared her throat and held her head high, putting her hands on her hips. Standing there soaked from crotch to ankle, she didn't look particularly threatening, but Draco's hardened length pulsed in his pants, “But so did you. I can see...it. You got hard from watching.” His erection throbbed with her acknowledgment. He just shrugged.
“You probably want to rub one out too,” he said casually.
“Ugh! That is disgusting! I do not!” she shrilled, but the mortified look on her face told him otherwise and he laughed.
“Yeah right! You practically had an orgasm while you pissed, it was all over your face!”
“Shut your mouth, Malfoy, I did not!” she defended, which only made him laugh harder.
“You're such a pervert!” she spat at him, picking up her wand so she could clean herself. Again, she left her panties wet. She liked them that way, he concluded.
“Oh like you've never done it before,” he smirked, loving the completely humiliated, scathingly enraged look on her face. If looks could kill, he would be dead. Draco chuckled.
“Come on Granger, lets find those herbs for our poor sick creature friends,” he grinned. She scoffed and stormed away.
“Library tomorrow morning!” he called after her. She didn't respond, but he knew she heard him. He chuckled slightly and watched her go, unbuttoning his pants to deal with his own pressing matters before returning to class.
Edited October 8, 2014 by Sunny
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Sorry it took so long to get this updated! Chapter six won't be as long of a wait I promise! Thanks for everyone's comments and sticking with my story so far :)
Chapter Five: Punishment
For the next two weeks, Draco had either simply let her off the hook for the day, or made her hold until he felt like telling her she could use the loo. He had three reasons for this. One, Hermione seemed to relax quite a good deal around him. She called him by his first name easily without having to correct herself, and she was much more comfortable with telling him when (and more importantly how badly) she had to pee. Two, he was still going to punish her for leaking in the forest during their Care of Magical Creatures class. The sense of security Draco had led her into wasn't false per say, but he knew it would be far easier to give Hermione a punishment if she was willing to go along with it. Threatening her with humiliation would only get him so far, and she was lethal with a wand. Not to mention her punching was dangerously effective too. And three, he had plenty of time to come up with a punishment that fit her crime.
He smirked to himself as he waited for her in the unused classroom on the fourth floor, where they'd taken to meeting rather than the library. Less people and all. He was absentmindedly reading when he heard the door open. He smiled behind his book, having not put it down since he knew it was her. Today was going to be amazing, he could tell.
“Morning Draco,” she greeted as she sat down in the desk next to his.
“Morning,” he greeted, lowering the book and looking over at Hermione. She was very pretty, though he wasn't sure why the thought struck him so. He just liked the look of her being so comfortable around him, he supposed.
“So, what are we doing today?” she asked, the question now curious rather than apprehensive. His smile grew.
“Well, you might not like it very much,” he said calmly, giving her his full attention. Her body tensed subtly.
“Why?” she asked with pressing curiosity, but only a touch of tension. Good, very good.
“Do you remember our Care of Magical Creatures class two weeks ago?” he asked her, loving the faint heat rising in her cheeks.
“Yeah, I do,” she said, tone a little more humbled.
“Remind me of it will you?” he asked, having to contain a laugh at the way she rolled her eyes and scoffed.
“Don't you have your little Pocket Pensive? Remind yourself,” she said cheekily.
“Oh I did,” he grinned, “I have at least three or four times now. Still, I think wanking off live right after felt a lot better...”
“Merlin's boots you are disgusting!” she accused, blushing red and glaring at him, but not with as much contempt as he expected. He chuckled.
“Oh come on, don't be such a hard ass,” he said “humor me. Remind me what happened in the forest.”
Hermione clicked her tongue and crossed her arms, looking away from him. Draco could see she was still blushing.“I don't like having to throw the word 'order' around,” he outright lied, “but I will.” Hermione gave an aggravated sigh and shot him a cool glare.
“I peed myself in the forbidden forest right in front of you,” she said, “on command, just like you asked me to. Happy?”
“Not entirely,” he smirked “You're missing a few key details. Like your leaking without permission. Do you remember when I told you you'd gotten yourself into trouble for that?” The look of surprise on her face made him only smirk wider.
“But you said you knew it was an accident...” she said slowly, looking both confused and a little afraid.
“Just because it was an accident doesn't mean you won't be punished for it. You pee when I tell you, ONLY when I tell you, or you get punished. I thought my rules were easy to follow?”
“Well maybe they might be if you didn't strain my bladder within an inch of its life!” she snapped at him.
“Why do you think I gave you a two week break?” he smirked. He watched her skin drain slowly of color.
“So what you're saying is....you're going to punish me today?” she asked.
“Uh huh,” he said calmly, watching her fidget.
“You're going to tell?” she asked softly, looking down at the desk sadly.
“What? No. That would be too easy and I still want to play the game,” he said, “you just need a little correcting.” Hermione sighed, though whether out of relief she was being spared or dread of the punishment, he couldn't tell.
“What's my punishment?” she asked him with a slight pout. He loved it.
“Firstly, you're going to be addressing me as Master today,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk, “and today you're going to be wearing a special pair of panties I have for you.” She tilted her head curiously, though a disapproving frown was on her face. Clearly she didn't like where this was going but she wasn't so opposed to it that she was refusing. Just as he'd planned it. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of panties. They were silk, light lavender in color. He handed them over to her.“Change into them,” he ordered.
“Right now?” she asked in shock. He nodded and Hermione blushed. Clearly revealing herself to him wasn't something she wanted to do, but she wasn't protesting. She took the panties from him, squirming nervously as she stood up. She lifted her skirt, showing her pink cotton panties before hooking her fingers into the sides and lowered them down shyly. Draco watched with a smile as he took in the sight of her. She was beautifully sculpted and hairless. He was tempted to run his fingers against her, but knew she would probably smack him silly, game or not, if he tried. Noticing his gaze, she quickly changed her panties and smoothed down her skirt.
“How do you like them?” he asked.
“They feel nice,” she muttered, looking away from him before adding a soft “Master.” He grinned.
“What do you say when someone gives you a gift?” he prompted.
“Thank you, Master,” she said quietly, blushing still.“Good girl,” he said happily, “now...today your goal is to keep dry. I've spelled those to be impervious to any form of cleaning or drying spells and I'll be checking you before and after class. You will be drinking four goblets of juice at every meal, one water bottle before, during, and after class. Your water bottle will be laced with a special kind of diuretic potion I can activate with an incantation if you disobey me and you'll pee in front of everyone.”
“There's no such potion,” she accused.
“There is if I invented it,” he smirked “Why do you think I waited two weeks? I had research and testing to do.” Hermione's jaw dropped. Rumor had it that several Slytherin first years had all spontaneously wet themselves in History of Magic a few days ago and Draco smirked when she linked the two together.
“So, you have your rules,” he went on brightly as he handed her the water bottle, “do you need to tell me anything before we start?”
Hermione sighed and shook her head, simply taking the water bottle.
“Do I have to drink before breakfast?” she asked.
“Since you asked, yes,” he smirked, which made her groan, but she opened the bottle and started drinking. Once it had finished and refilled, she put it in her own bag.
“Oh by the way,” Draco said as he stood up to leave, “the potion is still a diuretic and will make you have to pee more often as a side effect. It only forcibly makes you go if I order it too, but you're still getting punished if you have an accident of your own. See you after class.”
Draco left, leaving Hermione looking mildly horrified in his wake. Still, if he knew her well enough, that girl would take it as a challenge and play accordingly. He went down to breakfast as nothing else had changed and sat down with his friends, chatting about how lame Potter was and complaining about homework as they ate. He noticed Hermione come in a little while later with her usual crowd of idiots. She gave him a bold look and sat down, immediately going for the pumpkin juice. He chuckled, pretending to laugh at something stupid Pansy said, but he was proud of his defiant little play thing in actuality. He watched her drink four goblets of juice, pull out a book, and then sip on her water bottle again for her pre-class drink. He grinned and finished up his breakfast.
They had different classes for that morning, which was a shame, but they had worked out a routine between classes to see each other if they needed to. Draco wandered past the library and spotted Hermione standing next to a suit of armor, jiggling her leg. She caught his eye and immediately headed into the library store room. Draco grinned and followed her, greeted by a most welcoming sight. She had her skirt shoved up with both hands pressed into her purple panties, whimpering as she crossed and re-crossed her legs.
“Oh dear,” he snickered, “something you want to tell me?”
“I need to wee...I really really really really need to...” she gasped softly, dancing desperately and moaning as she clutched herself hard.
“Sorry, didn't catch that,” Draco said, inspecting his finger nails, “You're not addressing me correctly.”
“Master,” she whined, leaning back against the wall, “I need to use the toilet....”
“How badly?” he asked with a calm curiosity. Hermione shot him a damn near lethal What do YOU think!? Sort of look, which he just chuckled at.
“Are you wet?” he asked when she didn't immediately answer him.
“No,” she said quickly, dancing from foot to foot again “but this is an emergency...I won't make it to my next class...”
“Seems like my potion has quite an effect on you,” he grinned “but you did have an extra bottle's worth and a lot of juice...”
“Dra—Master, please let me pee!” she gasped suddenly, interrupting his musing with a sudden increased dance, eyes wide with fear. Draco's stomach did a pleasurable flip at her words. He'd been dreaming about her saying that exact phrase for some time now.
“Oh my,” he drawled, walking toward her“you look scared...Did you just get your panties wet?”
“No,” she said, pressing back against the wall and crossing her legs, hands still pressed hard against herself.
“I don't believe you,” he said with a sinister smile, “move your hands, I'm going to check.”
“I really didn't!” she insisted, “I swear I didn't!”
“Now I really don't believe you,” he said, moving right beside her with his hand against the wall by her head, “Move your hands and spread your legs.”
“But I...”
“Now,” he said in a low, cold tone that made Hermione visibly shiver. Slowly, she moved her hands away with a soft whine. It took her a moment, but she spread her legs too as he asked. For a long moment, he did nothing and Hermione's breathing was starting to get harder and irregular, body shaking from the effort of holding without help.
“Lift your skirt up for me,” he said.
“Please...please let me pee....I can't hold it much longer...” she begged breathlessly.
“Your skirt. Now.” he ordered, making her groan softly but she lifted the fabric with trembling fingers. He slipped his hand between her thighs, gently stroking the crotch of her silky panties with his fingers. She gasped in surprise and suddenly pressed herself into his hand, dropping her skirt and clinging to the next nearest thing—him. Her body trembled and Draco waited for a rush of wet heat at his fingers.
“S-sorry...” Hermione stammered, fingers curled into his robes and face buried against his shoulder, “I almost let it out...”
“You're still dry,” he murmured softly. He noted her whimper and the way she pressed harder into his hand. He guessed she wouldn't be dry for long.
“Let go of me,” he ordered, “and stand up straight. I'm going to let you leak a little but you can't get your panties wet.”
“O-okay,” Hermione whimpered softly, shaking as she pulled away from him. She danced in place again as she quickly slipped her panties down and off. Draco picked them up off the floor while Hermione danced, waiting impatiently for his go ahead.
“I'll tell you when you can stop,” he said thoughtfully, “but I'm not going to tell you how long I'll let you have. I suggest not letting go completely because if you can't stop you're going to be in trouble.”
She nodded, red in the face and shivering from desperation.
“Please...Master...I...” she whimpered out, knees shaking.
“You can start,” he said, loving the way she choked on a gasp as torrent of liquid burst through her fingers. She pulled her skirt up so it wouldn't get wet and relaxed a little bit.
“Aaaahhh...” she sighed happily as she let her stream sprinkle against the stone at her feet. It wasn't a full stream, but Draco loved the view he was getting.
“Five second warning,” he called after fifteen seconds, making her groan. The stream stopped and then spurted a few times, Hermione dancing and crossing her legs as her pee continued to flow down her skin.
“Three seconds,” he grinned, watching her whine as she put her hand against her leaking hole, bare bottom trembling as she struggled to stop.
“No more,” he said sternly, “Stop peeing.”
Hermione danced a great deal more, but nothing else leaked out. It took a few moments of even breathing with her hands between her thighs before she was able to stand straight and lower her skirt. Draco wordlessly handed her back her panties and she slipped them on.
“Feel a little better?” Draco asked with a smile. She nodded, smoothing out her slightly damp skirt.
“Thank you for letting me go,” she said softly, “Master...”
“Keep being a good girl and I'll let you leak a little again,” he promised “Drink your water.”
She nodded and cleaned up her little puddle before they parted ways again. She didn't meet him after their second class, and after the third one was lunch. He could tell she was absolutely bursting. Her hand was shaking as she drank her goblets of juice. She was openly dancing at her seat and Draco heard her claim that she accidentally stepped on a jitterbug pod near the potions lab. Weasley teased her about looking like she was doing a wee-dance and she smacked him with a book. Maybe the idiot ginger was more perceptive than Draco first thought. Watching her dance in her seat through lunch was a treat, but she caught his eye and gave him a pleading stare half way through. He nodded and she made some excuse to her friends to leave, squirming the entire way out of the Great Hall. He followed not long after, finding her in one of the secret passages behind a large statue not too far away from the Hall.
“You're pushing it a little aren't you?” Draco said as he came in, finding her dancing, “you must be really dying for a wee.” Hermione nodded furiously, rubbing herself between the legs as she squirmed. Draco swallowed hard.
“Sorry, didn't hear you,” he said.
“Yes M-Master I...I'm nearly...Can I go now?” Hermione groaned desperately as she fought to hold on.
“I have to make sure you're dry first,” Draco said as he came forward, “Hold still....”
“I can't I'm gonna wet myself...” Hermione whined piteously.
“No you won't,” Draco said sternly, “not unless you want to humiliate yourself.”
Hermione gave him a look he couldn't make out. She either hated him completely or was so desperate she didn't care how she relieved her bladder at this point. He smirked.
“Do you have to pee so bad you'd do it in front of everyone?” he asked.
“Shut up!” she bit, groaning as both hands went between her legs. Knees trembling, she lost the will to stand and sunk to the floor.
“Oh no...oh no oh no oh please...” she gasped, looking up at him now with a desperate sort of hope.
“You know, if you don't mind your manners, I won't let you pee,” he drawled, seeing how near to a full wet she was.
“I'm sorry,” she groaned, going up on her knees a little as she held herself “I'll do whatever you want, I just want to have a wee...oooh I want to wee so badly...”
“Are your panties wet?” he asked her. She shook her head.
“Nearly...” she said softly.
“If you take them off and give them to me, I'll let you have another little pee,” he said. She was suddenly all movement, yanking her panties off over her shoes and tossing them to Draco all the while remaining kneeling on the floor. He took his time inspecting her panties while she whimpered, rocking desperately.
“They're dry,” said, glancing over at Hermione, who was blushing red and looking at the stone floor.
“Draco?” she mumbled softly, peeking up at him through her curl of brown hair. Her eyes were a little fearful and she shivered.
“What's the matter?” he asked with a frown, having not seen that expression on her face before.
“I just...I just wet on the floor a little...” she admitted softly, lifting her skirt. She had a small puddle between her legs where she was kneeling. Draco lifted an eyebrow as she hung her head.
“I was trying to wait until you said, I swear...But it just...I couldn't...and I really have to wee and it hurts...Please don't make me wet in front of everyone...”
Guilt, a nearly foreign emotion to him, twisted in his stomach. She was in pain? Had he given her too much of the potion in the bottle? Why hadn't she said something sooner?
“Hermione, go pee,” he ordered. She looked surprised, but it faded with a moan of relief as her body relaxed. He looked away for the first time, letting her flood the stone in privacy. He'd been about to let her go on the floor anyway, surely she knew that. She was smart. If she'd stayed covering herself with her skirt, he'd have never known she had a little accident. Yet she was honest with him, and playing his game to his rules perfectly. Too perfectly.
“Are you done?” Draco asked, noting that the hissing of her urine had stopped.
“Yeah...” she sighed from behind him, sounding a little dazed. He turned around and had he'd been less guilty, he would have been turned on by the giant puddle she was sitting in. She'd practically created her own lake. No wonder she was in pain. He sighed and offered her a hand up, which she took in bewilderment, trembling from her release. He flicked his wand, cleaning her up himself rather than having her do it and gave her panties back to her.
“You're being...nice,” Hermione said, but sounding a little wary.
“Sorry for hurting you,” he said, which made her shock even more pronounced, “Look, don't get the wrong idea. I don't care about you. But you're basically my new favorite toy and I don't want you breaking. So...I won't make you hold it till it hurts anymore.”
“Does this mean you're not going to make me have an accident in public?” she asked.
“I punished you too much,” he sighed, running his hand through his hair, “so we won't play for a couple days....but when we do, you'll make the rules for how you wet. I just get to watch.”
“Alright,” Hermione said after a moment of consideration. He at least expected a lecture, “how about we play on Saturday? We'll meet in Hogsmade.” It was Draco's turn to looked shocked.
“You want to wet in Hogsmade?” he asked doubtfully. Hermione blushed a little and locked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Well if I get to make up my own rules for the day...”
“If I didn't know any better, Hermione, I'd say you liked this game,” he smiled.
“Shut up, I do not!” she defended, but her blush worsened. Draco laughed at her expression, finding her defiant blushing cute.
“See you on Saturday,” he grinned before leaving her alone in the hidden passage way. |
Guest Character wetting in this chapter! I remember someone asking about if there would be anyone else wet in this story, so I guess here's the answer to that one :) I have a long run of shifts before I get another day off, so I decided to post this one quickly. Originally, this was supposed to be a long chapter, but I decided to break it up into two separate ones. Enjoy!
Chapter Six: Hogsmade (Hermione)
Hermione woke up on Saturday morning a little earlier than she normally did. She was loathe to admit it to anyone, but very privately she was excited. Draco hadn't been quite as wrong as she insisted when he teased her about liking their Master and Servant game. She rolled over onto her stomach in bed, cuddling into her pillow. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more she realized how much she really did enjoy playing.
She felt a blush creep into her cheeks, but smiled into the fluff of her pillow. It wasn't that she liked Draco Malfoy in any sense of romance, but she knew she had a really unconventional kink. It was nice to be able to share and experiment with it with someone, even if that someone was a spoiled Slytherin brat. And after everything that happened on Thursday, she felt more comfortable with him than ever. Thinking about what happened in the secret passage way made her blush even hotter into her pillow.
It was literally the worst she'd ever had to use the loo in her life, even worse than the very first time she'd wet herself at school. Her muscles were stronger now than they were when she was eleven, so while it was difficult not to let it leak out, it also caused her bladder to go much too tight. By the time she met Draco in the secret passage, she was throbbing painfully. Part of her wanted to just let go, but she knew that Draco would make her pee in front of everyone. That fear was enough to give her the strength to hold on, but there was only so much her body could handle. She remembered her heart hammering in her chest as she waited for Draco to finish inspecting her panties and let her go when suddenly pain stabbed through her lower abdomen. She managed to keep quiet, but she couldn't keep dry. Fear radiated through her as she lost spurts and dribbles of liquid between her legs. She'd been so scared he'd find her out that she figured it was better to tell him honestly and then beg...
Hermione rolled back over onto her back, looking up at the canopy of her bed. Who knew he'd actually been concerned enough about her health and comfort enough to stop the game? Not only that, but she was sure letting her make her own rules today was his way of truly apologizing. It was almost....sweet of him. And she was excited at the offer too. I wonder if I admitted I really liked to play if I could have more input...But telling him something like that might give him too big of an advantage...She sighed and sat up in bed, stretching a bit, when her bladder gave a sudden pang of need.
Ever since Thursday when she'd been taking his potion, she'd had more desperate, sudden urges like that. She figured it was a side effect and noticed they started to wane a bit the longer she went without consuming any more. Still, she made a low noise and held herself. Surprisingly, she heard a fellow whimper from the bed beside her.
“I hate it when Parvati takes so long in the loo,” Lavender groaned softly. Hermione pulled back her curtains to find the blonde girl sitting on her bed and holding herself, “Do you need to go too, Hermione?” It was Hermione's turn to blush and she quickly moved her hand out from between her legs. Another throb of desperation surged and she immediately put it back with a soft noise.
“Mmm...yeah I've had to go since I woke up, but I heard the shower running,” Hermione said softly, “I think I drank too much yesterday...” Lavender nodded, squirming in place and crossing her legs.
“I forgot to go before I went to bed,” she said quietly, looking at Hermione with a helpless look. Hermione immediately felt sorry for the girl. Lavender had a tinier bladder than most. When she was a first year, she regularly wet her bed. She'd grown up out of it, but Parvati taking her time in the loo was clearly taking its toll. She was dancing in bed, holding herself with whimpers and moans of desperation.
“Hermione...I don't think I can wait...you won't tell on me if I wet myself, right?” she asked, looking at Hermione with tears in her eyes. Watching her made Hermione only need to go even worse. Her need was almost unbearable too. She swallowed and shook her head.
“I won't tell if you won't tell....I can't hold it either,” she said softly, making a show of squirming in her sheets. Honestly, she could have easily waited until Parvati got out, but this was much more fun.
“Okay,” Lavender whimpered softly, blushing as she looked away. Hermione watched the girl squirm and then sudden go still with a quiet sob. The blankets around her darkened with her as she wet herself. Seeing Lavender let go caused another harsh throb rock her bladder. She spread her legs a little in her bed and relax, giving a soft sigh as a stream of pee warmed the crotch of her panties. She went slowly, letting her bedding soak up the contents of her bladder. When she finished, she looked over at Lavender who was rubbing tears off her cheeks.
“Did you go?” Hermione asked as though she hadn't noticed her pee. Lavender sniffled and nodded.
“Me too,” Hermione said, feigning a shy murmur. Lavender gave her a sympathetic look.
“Let's clean up...I want to be out of here before Parvati gets out of the bathroom,” Lavender said. Hermione nodded and slipped out of bed, shivering when the cold morning air hit her wet panties. Lavender did the same and Hermione took a longer look at her friend's soaked pajama bottoms than she needed to. The girls cleaned themselves and their beds, promising again not to tell anyone about the other's accident. Lavender dressed and left, leaving Hermione to ponder an outfit for Hogsmade. She didn't have to wear her uniform and it was a bit cold for late September. She pulled out a dark pair of skinny jeans and a blue jumper, light in fabric but warm enough for the chilly day. A pair of brown boots finished off the look and she put her bushy hair in a pony tail before leaving the castle.
It wasn't a very crowded Hogsmade trip, which Hermione was thankful for. She met Draco at the village gates a little later than everyone else. She noticed he looked quite nice in his black slacks, green turtle neck, and polished shoes. Very prim and proper, as always. She shook her head, finding his likeness very similar to a peacock.
“You took your time,” he said as she walked up, “It's cold out here you know.”
“It's not that bad,” she replied as they fell into step, “I had an interesting morning.”
“Oh really?” he asked her dryly “Tell me, what on Earth could be SO interesting in the Gryffindor tower so early in the morning when you have someone waiting on you?”
“Lavender Brown and I wet ourselves while waiting for Parvati Patil to get out of the loo,” she said calmly. Draco almost tripped and she was very tempted to laugh.
“You what?” he asked, recovering his balance.
“You're not to tell anyone,” she added, “Or else my rules for myself today are just going to be me using the toilet.”
“You're threatening me?” he asked, eyebrows raised. She gave him a hard stare.
“Yes I am,” she said “because I know you get off on watching me piss myself. So you can either promise me you won't tell about Lavender and I give you a willing show or you get to spend the day with me bored out of your mind.”
The look on his face was utterly priceless and she had to smirk. He was beside himself, but she couldn't tell if he was angry or impressed. He was, she noticed, definitely interested in playing along with her rules.
“I'll agree on one condition,” he finally offered.
“And what's that?” she asked.
“I want your memory of this morning,” he said “and I promise I won't share about the two of you.”
“Deal,” she said, “Do you have a vial on you?”
He did happen to have an extra in his bag and she removed her memory of her wet with Lavender for him to keep. He grinned.
“Alright,” he said, “so what do you want to do?”
Hermione blushed a little as they walked along the village path. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but was a little embarrassed and nervous about it.
“I want to wet myself in the Three Broomsticks,” she said softly. Draco stopped and stared at her which only made her blush deepen.
“I thought you didn't like to wet yourself in public where people could see?” he asked.
“I never said that,” she said, looking away from him, “I just don't want people to notice.”
She could feel the entire game shift. She'd opened a door to a whole new realm of possibilities. She wasn't sure if she wanted to kick herself for it or start giving him suggestions. Damn.
“Okay, done,” Draco said, hands sliding into his pockets, “anything else?”
“I want to be allowed to leak,” she said, “I won't have an accident unless we're in the pub, and not until you tell me its okay...but I don't want to be in trouble if I leak a little here and there.”
“Alright,” he said, “You won't be punished unless you have an accident outside of the Three Broomsticks before I say so. Deal?”
“Deal.”
She saw Draco smirk out of the corner of her eye. She'd given him some creative license with her rules today, but only because she liked it when he told her what to do—specifically when he was controlling her bladder. But she was curious how the outcome would be if they were both aiming for a common goal.
“Do you have to pee right now?” Draco asked curiously as they entered the main hub of the village.
“No,” Hermione answered calmly, “but I could go for a drink.” |
Wow, sorry for the long time between updates guys! I've been crazy busy between work and school! Thanks for sticking with me this long.
***Note*** Content gets a bit nsfw toward the end of this chapter.
Chapter Seven: Waterfall
They collectively decided to save the Three Broomsticks for last, but there were plenty of other places in the village that could play the role of filling Hermione's bladder. There were tea shops, smaller pubs, and Honeydukes sold a variety of flavored sweet drinks that Hermione seemed to be quite fond of. Hogshead pub in general was rather well known for not caring about age limits when serving alcohol either and after some mild prompting, Draco had managed to convince her into a couple of rounds of Dragon's Brew. She seemed to do quite well with it, a little more relaxed at their corner table and a little bit flushed in the cheeks, but Draco could tell he hadn't gotten her drunk by any means. They stayed in the pub for another hour, Hermione drinking water and butterbeers while they chatted about school work and projects they were both involved with.
As they talked, Draco noticed her starting to shift a little in her chair. Nothing serious, just subtle crossing of her ankles and sliding forward a touch. He checked his watch and smiled a little. They arrived in Hogsmade at about noon and it was nearly four o'clock. They had until eight that night before they had to be back at the castle. He figured they'd get to the Three Broomsticks around seven, so if she was starting to need, that was perfect timing for him.
“I'm going to the loo,” he said casually, loving the look of realization on her face when he mentioned it. He got up and left, knowing she was conscious of her own need if she hadn't been before. When he returned, he was pleased to see her fidgeting a little bit more.
“Let's go,” he told her, “I'm sick of sitting around this pub.”
“Alright,” Hermione answered, standing a little slowly. Discomfort was clear on her face and she shifted her weight from foot to foot slowly, “Hey, Draco? Can I go use the loo too?”
At first, the innocence in her voice when she asked threw him off. Of course he wouldn't allow her to go, surely she knew that? And then it hit him like a bludger. She knew he'd say no, of course. His stomach gave a very pleasant turn and gave a light smirk. She was playing submissive.“No, not yet,” he admonished gently, “we agreed, remember?”
Hermione actually pouted at his words, her hands ringing in the hem of her light blue sweater near her crotch.“I know, but...”
“You're a big girl,” he mused, “you can wait.” Hermione blushed and nodded, “Good. Let's head out.”
Draco slipped his arm around her shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world and led her out of Hogshead. Honestly, much to his surprise, doing so wasn't even difficult even though she was a mudblood. In fact, he sort of...liked the way she felt there. She had a good height for a girl, not too tall and not too short. She fit right against his side perfectly, almost like a puzzle piece. He banished the thought from his head and led her up the village path.
“Are we going to the Shrieking Shack?” Hermione asked him as they walked.
“Does it bother you?” he asked her.
“No,” she said casually, “its nice up there. Quiet.”
“Unless the ghosts are active,” he muttered, remembering how the last time he'd been up there he'd gotten a face full of mud and damn near dragged through the gates of hell. Hermione chuckled, clearly remembering the same. He scowled and let go of her, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“There won't be any ghosts today,” she said as they headed up the hill. Draco rolled his eyes.
“Shut up about the ghosts, Granger,” he said gruffly. She shrugged her shoulders and let the topic drop. He wasn't scared of them. Not at all. More importantly, why wasn't she scared of them? What was wrong with Gryffindors? The ghosts of the Shrieking Shack liked to try and hurt people, and it was a well documented phenomenon. Did she and her housemates have no sense of self preservation?
He glanced over at her, but was surprised to find her not there. He stopped and looked behind him. His confusion turned quickly to a smirk. The hill heading up the the shack was steep, and she was having problems climbing it with her filling bladder. She was taking the hill with slow, careful, steps with her thighs pressed close together. She glanced up and caught his eye, which only deepened his smirk. He watched her blush and thread her lower lip through her teeth.
“Something the matter?” he asked knowingly, which only made her blush more.
“You know it is...” she said softly as she continued his slow pace to where he was standing.
“I'm afraid I don't,” he smiled, walking again only when she was beside him, “Do keep up, Hermione, it'll be time to leave the village if we walk that slow.” Her whine was music to his ears, but she did start walking a little more quickly.
“I told you at the pub, I need to go to the loo,” she sighed as they reached the top of the hill. The shack came into view and they started toward it.
“No you didn't,” he grinned, “You asked if you could use it. You didn't say you needed it.” She groaned in irritation.
“Its the same thing,” she mumbled, pouting again which made him chuckle.
“Hermione, would you have actually gone to the toilet if I'd allowed it? I thought you didn't like them,” he said as they reached the fence outside the house. They stopped, leaning against it and looking over at the old little house. Hermione blushed a little and shifted her weight again.
“I don't mind the toilets in Hogsmade,” she said softly.
“Just the ones at the school?” he asked curiously. She nodded. “Why?”
“I guess...its because of that troll,” she said after a moment's pause to think, “Since then...I actually haven't used a toilet that wasn't in my dormitory or in Hogsmade.”
“You've used the floor plenty of times,” he teased. She tossed him a scowl, scarlet in the face. He laughed, shaking his head as he looked away. He could tell, no he could practically hear her ripping him a new one already from the look alone.
“Its not like I could really help it at first,” she huffed defensively, “I couldn't go in the other toilets...”
“So you learned to like it,” he said. He got another scowl, but not one as intense as before, “you liked it right from the off?” She blushed badly and looked away.
“You know,” he sighed “I can read body language. You've been denying it every time I suggest it, but I've seen you, Hermione. You do like it.”
“So?” she huffed, a little defensively, “Its not like you can get off teasing me for it when you obviously like it too.”
“I wasn't going to tease you,” he said honestly, looking over at her again. She looked surprised and he couldn't really blame her. After all, they'd started this game under the pretense of blackmail. She looked like she was going to say something, but then her eyes widened in shock and she suddenly shoved her hand into her crotch and crossed her legs around it hard.
“Aaaahhhhh...oh god...” she moaned, bending her knees a little. Draco blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. She shouldn't be quite that close yet. They still had a couple hours to go. Was it the alcohol?
“Something you want to tell me?” he asked, keeping his voice calm and controlled.
“I...I really have to go all of the sudden...” she whimpered softly, “Ever since Thursday, I get like this...” Draco's eyes widened at the revelation and guilt struck him hard again. He swallowed. Maybe he really did damage her....she shouldn't be holding so soon, it could cause more problems. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and turned away.
“Go ahead,” he said, “its fine.”
“Wait what?” she asked, her tone immediately less whiny and confused. He looked back over at her. She was still dancing, but it wasn't as intense.
“Look,” he sighed, “Obviously I pushed you over your limits the other day and I told you I didn't want you breaking.” She stared at him.
“Its the potion you gave me,” she said after a moment, “on Thursday? It has some side effects. I'm not in any pain.”
“You're sure that's all it is?” he asked seriously.
“Of course I'm sure,” she said, slowly standing back up, “I get a strong pulse of desperation, but then it ebbs off on its own and I'm fine. It was stronger Friday, and today this is only the second time its happened.”
“The first time was this morning,” he said, “when you wet the bed, right?”
“Yeah, but I wet on purpose,” she said, then blushed when she realized what she'd said. He was sure the shock on his face was readable. But if she ever said she didn't like the game again, he was going to hold that statement over her head forever. He watched her for a long moment. She was desperate, but she didn't seem to be about to wet herself uncontrollably.
“So, you're alright then? You don't need to stop holding?” he asked her. She shook her head.
“No, I'm fine,” she insisted, “I can finish the game.”
“Alright,” he said with a nod, leaning back against the fence, “if it gets too much and hurts any time we play, I need you to let me know.”
“What, like a safeword?” she asked. Draco gave her an incredulous look.
“How in the name of Merlin do you even know that term?” he asked in complete disbelief. He got an eyeroll in response.
“Please, Draco,” she scoffed, “its not like I've been ducking into castle corners to have tea parties.”
“Fair enough,” he said with a dry chuckle, shaking his head, “work 'waterfall' into a sentence and I'll know you're past your limits.”
“Alright,” she agreed, leaning back over the fence, hands out of he crotch but her legs were still crossed. He smirked at her posture, but also at this new alliance they seemed to have developed. She basically had come out and said she enjoyed the game, which was a good step forward. If he could get her to play along and truly enjoy herself, there was no real need for the blackmail. Not that she needed to know that, of course.
They stood in silence, both in their own thoughts for awhile longer. It was a comfortable silence, nothing that needed prompting for chatter. Hermione had been right, it was quiet up at the Shrieking Shack. Peaceful in a way Draco didn't expect to enjoy. Honestly, he'd brought her up her to try and scare her into leaking, but there was no way that was going to work. He settled for watching her out of the corner of his eye.
Hermione was dancing, subtly at least for now. It seemed like since that first wave of desperation, she couldn't hold still for longer than about three minutes at a time. He smiled as her hips swayed, watching her weight shift from foot to foot. She'd cross her ankles, then uncross them. Press her thighs together and bend a touch at the knees. He smirked a little when she caught him staring, making her turn a little pink. She put that pout back on and held herself lightly.
“I really do need the loo, though...” she murmured softly, giving him an innocent, pleading sort of look. It gave him the best kind of chills.
“Hmm...you are being a very good girl today,” he mused thoughtfully, noting the hope in her eyes, “maybe you deserve a little reward.”
“Please, Master?” she asked, crossing her leg over where she held her hand, expression hopeful. He smiled and gently touched her cheek.
“Why don't we find you a place where you can have a little relief, hm?” he said in a low, gentle tone. Hermione blushed and nodded, dancing with her hand in place.
“Thank you,” she said, sighing happily.
Draco knew just the place. He hadn't been too fond of the Shrieking Shack itself, but if one continued down the path it was on, it led into a little clearing in the woods. A clearing with a little bubbling brook. He walked slowly with her, seeing as she couldn't exactly walk very fast. The promise of relief was clearly making her all the more desperate.
“Are we almost there?” she asked, a low whine of need in her tone.
“Almost pet,” he soothed, “Just wait a little longer. You can do it, can't you?”
“I think so,” Hermione whimpered softly, holding herself as they walked. He grinned at her display as they continued on. The clearing came into view a few moments later. As Draco thought, no one was around today though it was a popular picnic spot.
“What do you think?” he asked her. Hermione was holding herself with both hands now as she looked around. Her eyes fell on the little bubbling brook and Draco could tell just by looking at her that it magnified her need. She whimpered, dancing again.
“I hafta wee,” she gasped desperately, moaning a little as she bent at the knees, “Draco, please...its gonna come out...”
“Not yet,” he said, his tone gentle but firm, “you'll get your jeans all wet and then everyone will know what a bad girl you were.” She whined softly, dancing.
“If you take them off for me, you can let a little out,” he prompted as he sat down against a boulder right next to the little brook, “come over here.” She danced a little in place at first, but walked over to him. The gurgling of the brook was louder there, making her wince and fidget more.
“Go on then, take them off if you want to wee a bit,” Draco said.
Hermione whined and he smirked. The way she was dressed, she'd have to unzip her boots first. Her body trembled as she lowered herself into a squat, whimpering. That was a very common pose for her to pee in and Draco could tell by the way her rear quivered that she was trying her hardest not to let go just like that. She unzipped her boots with trembling fingers, pulling them and her socks off as quickly as she could before standing back up. She was dancing again, fast and desperate as she moved her fingers to the button on her jeans. She undid it and the zip there too, groaning as she worked to wiggle the tight pants off her body. She was wearing a sunset orange pair of panties, checkered with lighter shades of the color, and a lavender lace trim around the edges. She stood there, wearing only her blue sweater that just barely covered her panties, long legs exposed and dancing. Draco watched her for a moment, relishing in the heat that was flooding through his lower regions.
“Lift your sweater out of the way, Hermione,” admonished gently, “You'll get it all wet where it is.”
Hermione whimpered, crossing her legs as she pulled the hem of her sweater out of the way, exposing her panties and bare tummy. She had a bit of a bulge there, her full bladder visible. Draco loved it.
“Spread your legs too,” he said, “don't get them wet.”
Hermione whimpered, but did as he asked, spreading her legs wide as she held up her sweater. Her body trembled with the effort of holding back all the drinks she'd had.
“Draco....ooooh....its gonna come out,” she whined softly, body tensing against the flood.
“Then let it,” he said with a smile, “just be sure to stop when I say.”
The response he got was immediate. The crotch of her panties slowly bloomed a dark orange patch. Hermione was whimpering, tensing and relaxing her muscles against a full stream. It didn't work for long. A few light spurts dripped down to the grass before she gave in. Her body relaxed and a full stream of urine arched straight out of her soaked panties.
“Aaaaahhhh....” she sighed in blissful relief.
Draco allowed it, but only for a moment so he could take in the sight.
“Stop!” he commanded, no warning whatsoever. Hermione gasped in surprise, but the stream cut off immediately and she tangled her legs together, hands squeezing her dripping wet center with a desperate moan. Draco had to be impressed, though a little disappointed. He thought he'd at least get a few desperate spurts down her legs when she cut off full stream like that.
“Put your pants back on,” Draco told her, “shoes and socks too.”
“I still need to go...” she whimpered, dancing as she did as she was told.
“I know that,” he said “but you're not going to finish until later. Didn't letting a little out feel good?”
“Yes,” she sighed unhappily as she buttoned her jeans and rezipped her boots. He chuckled as he inspected her. There was a damp spot on her jeans where her wet panties had touched the fabric, but she was otherwise fine. No one would be able to tell she'd just pissed through her panties.
“Let's head back to the village,” he suggested, “I want to buy you a treat for being such a good girl and do a little shopping.”
“Yes Master,” she sighed, “Thank you...”
They headed back down into Hogsmade, Hermione fidgeting still. They stopped in at Honeydukes and he bought her a very large, multiflavored shaved ice. Hermione shivered, holding the cold thing in her hands, but started in on it. Draco knew that the cold treat would work wonders on her body. When she'd finished with that, and he'd done a little shopping in some of the higher end stores (his mother had a birthday coming up) they went back and he bought her a hot cider almost bigger than the icy treat. She took it gratefully, but he could see the dread growing on her face as he handed her the mug.
A half hour later saw them in Zonko's Joke Shop, which was thankfully less busy than normal. Not that Draco really cared, but Hermione could not keep still, quiet, or her hands out from between her legs.
“Draco,” she whimpered, dancing vigorously as she whispered, “I can't hold it! I'm gonna...I'm gonna pee...I'm really gonna pee!”
“You are not,” he replied calmly as he picked up a wind up box curiously, “We have fifteen minutes before we head over to the Three Broomsticks. You can pee when we get there.”
“But I can't,” she groaned, desperately bending at the waist with her legs crossed, “Ohhh...I really, really can't...”
“You're not going to pee here,” he said in a stern tone as he wound up the box, “It's not allowed.”
She let out a choked sob, and Draco glanced up to see that her eyes were a little wet. She pouted at him, fingers pressing deeply into her crotch as she danced back and forth, crossing her legs. She looked adorable, yes, but he was worried for a moment that she was in pain. He reasoned not, though, after all they'd just discussed what to do if she went past her limit. Sheer desperation was the cause, he was certain. He smiled a little bit.
“Don't cry, Hermione,” he said gently, “You can go pee soon.” The toy he'd been absentmindedly cranking clicked. The lid flew open and fireworks exploded out of it, making Draco drop the box and stumble back in shock. The display went on for at least a minute, Draco laughing as his heart raced from scaring himself.
He recovered and looked up at Hermione. The grin slowly faded into a frown as he took in her position. Her face was screwed up in a silent cry, one hand up at her lip, biting down at her thumb while tears trickled down her cheeks. Her legs were crossed tight, knees bent, and she was pulling her sweater down with her other hand as far as it would go. It wasn't enough to hide the dark, wet lines that ran down to her knees, or the stream dribbling out of her jeans at the curve of her butt. He raised an eyebrow, watching her grow a tiny puddle before she managed to stop her flow.
“Are you done?” he asked her, clearly no longer amused.
“N-no,” she sniffled, body trembling, “I'm sorry...it startled me and I couldn't...I couldn't hold it...”
“You disappoint me,” he said with a heavy sigh, “now you're going to have to wait. I think we'll have a few drinks at the Three Broomsticks now before you're allowed to finish your wee.” Hermione whimpered, but didn't argue, she only looked down in shame. She didn't need to cross her legs or hold herself anymore, that much was obvious. She was still pulling down her sweater, trying to hide the stain. Instead, Draco took her hand away.
“Let me see how much damage you did,” he said. She groaned and spread her legs obediently, letting his hand slide between her thighs. She was soaked through the crotch and around her rear end. The streams had left wet patches down both thighs where she had her legs crossed and stopped at the knee. Her jeans were dark, so it was hard to tell what she'd just did. The most telling sign was the tiny puddle on the floor at her feet. He pulled his hand away, guessing she'd been losing heavy spurts and streams the entire minute the toy was going off, and then obviously a little after it.
“Let's head over to the Three Broomsticks,” he said “we'll get you filled back up.”
“Yes Master,” she sniffled softly, pouting, “I'm sorry...”
Draco shook his head, scowling as he led her out of the store. As irritated as he was acting, Draco loved what he'd seen. He wasn't sure if Hermione was putting on a show or truly embarrassed by her small accident, but either way he loved how it looked while she peed uncontrollably into her jeans. It excited him knowing she'd be doing it again in a little while. He took her into the Three Broomsticks and got a table in the corner. They had forty-five minutes before they needed to start heading up to the castle. He sighed, having no help for it then.
“I didn't want to have to punish you,” he sighed, “but after you made a mess in Zonko's you don't give me much of a choice.”
“I said I was sorry,” she pouted, “It scared me, I couldn't help but go...”
“That's no excuse,” he said sternly, pulling out a very tiny vial from his bag. Hermione regarded it with dread.
“Is that...?”
“Yes,” he said “but its a different mix of what I gave you Thursday. Now, you're only getting one drop in each drink, but trust me, it will be enough.” She nodded, looking a little fearful. Draco ordered her a gillywater and a butterbeer. He put a drop of the potion in each and ordered her to finish them. Once she was done with the first two, she was back to wiggling uncomfortably in her chair. He ordered her some hot cider next, another gillywater, and three more butterbeers. All of them came with a drop of potion. Draco smirked at his work, glancing at his watch.
“Nearly time to head back,” he said casually, “how do you feel?”
Hermione couldn't answer him, however. Both hands were tightly curled into her crotch, her legs crossed. She couldn't rock or wiggle anymore, her bladder would give way if she moved that much. She sat there, body taunt as a wire about to snap, trembling and breathing shallowly.
“Hermione?” he pressed, wanting an answer despite how difficult it was.
“I...” she started breathlessly, “I...I have to...I have to go...gotta go...”
“Go where? Back to the castle?” he asked, feigning innocence to her need. She shook her head, face glowing.
“The loo...I need to...Ooohhhh....Can't...can't hold it....”
“Ah, the loo,” he said, nodding slowly, “I understand. Get up and go then, the door is just right there.” Hermione looked over, body shaking in the direction he pointed. As if by some glorious act of God, a toilet flushed, making her shudder badly and look away.“I can't move,” she whimpered softly.
“How on earth are you going to go to the loo if you can't move?” he asked curiously. Hermione just whimpered, gasping shallowly as she tightened the grip on herself.
“I...” she whimpered, tears suddenly filling her eyes, “I can't....”
“Quite an issue,” he mused, “What will you do instead?”
“I....I...Ahhhhhaaa....I'm gonna wet myself....” she moaned, “please....please I have to pee...”
“Well I never,” Draco scoffed, “I thought you were a grown young lady. You want to wet all over the chair like a child?”
“Yes...ohhhhh yes I do....please Draco....I can't make it to the toilet....” she begged desperately, giving a soft sob.
“You won't even try to make it to the toilet,” he said “Why should I let you just go all over the chair?”
“Please! Please oh god please....just let me pee right here....I can't stand up....I can't hold it anymore....” she gasped, whining desperately, moaning, “its starting to trickle out...”
“Hermine Granger, get up and go to the toilet this instant,” Draco ordered, “I'll not have you wetting yourself like a child because you're too lazy to walk to the loo!”
Sobbing again, tears running down her cheeks, Hermione struggled to stand up. Her entire body was shaking as she slowly got to her feet. Her legs where locked together, one hand pressing tightly to her presumably leaking hole as the other held the side of the table to keep her upright. Draco saw a few bursts of urine flow through her fingers and into her pants.
“Hurry up, you're making a mess!” he scolded. She whimpered, shuffling toward the bathroom door. She only got as far as the side of her chair before she had to hold the back of it for support, more pee streaming through her fingers. She moaned, bending at the knees.
“I can't...Master please...ohhh please let me pee right here,” she begged. Draco smirked, glad he'd seated them in the back so no one else could hear or see this.
“Do you want to piss your pants that badly?” he asked her.
“Yes....oh god yes...let me piss myself, Master please....” she gasped desperately, “I can't make it to the loo....”
“Naughty girl you are,” he smirked, but he had a great view, “do it then.”
The next sound he heard was a strong hiss and a moan of relief as Hermione let go of her bladder. Draco watched her completely soak through her tight jeans, the fabric glistening as pee flooded down to her boots and puddled below her. Her body slowly relaxed, though she never did remove her hand from her crotch.
“Ohhhh god...it won't stop...Ahhhhh...” Hermione sighed blissfully, looking down at herself a minute later, still peeing forcefully. Draco smirked, knowing it wouldn't any time soon. The potion would have pulled everything she'd drank right down to her bladder. He was surprised she'd hung on for as long as she had. Her jeans were fully soaked, not a dry spot on them at all. She spread her legs a little, fingers still pressed against herself. Streams of pee splashed down from her fingers, the sides of her inner thighs, and back from around her rear, all joining the massive puddle she was making on the wood floor of the pub.
Another minute and a half passed before her flood trickled down and stopped; Draco was hard and throbbing in his pants the entire time. The puddle she left was truly impressive, surrounding where she stood, the chair beside her, and flowed all the way under the table to where Draco was sitting opposite. He tapped his foot playfully in her spent water, grinning over at her as her hand finally dropped from her crotch.
“Take a seat,” he said gently, only because Hermione looked like she might collapse any second. He was quite correct in that as well, noticing how badly she trembled as she moved to sit back in her chair. Draco flicked his wand, vanishing her puddle just as one of the waitresses headed over toward where they were.
“How's it back here?” the young woman asked.
“We're fine, thank you,” Draco said politely, “the drinks were amazing.”
“I'm glad, but you kids better get back up to that castle, I don't want your teachers getting angry with you now,” she said cheerfully.
“Don't worry, we just finished up. We'll be leaving soon,” he promised with a winning smile. She took Hermione's empty glasses and left, Draco's gaze returning to his little pet. Her eyes were glazed over in sheer euphoria, face flushed, and her breathing even again.
“Feel better?” he asked her with a sly smile.
“So much better,” she sighed, almost a breathy moan, as she closed her eyes, “That felt so good...” Her hand moved under the table and Draco's eyes widened. Did she just...? A soft moan confirmed exactly what she was doing. His mouth was suddenly dry and the only two things he was conscious of was Hermione Granger, wet and touching herself across from him, and the fact he had a seriously pressing erection. He swallowed and checked his watch, cursing internally. As much as he was dying to sit there and watch her get off, perhaps even join her, they had to be in the castle in fifteen minutes and it was a ten minute walk back from the village. He cleared his throat.
“Hermione,” he said lowly, heart skipping a beat when her eyes, dark with pleasure, met his. Her hand was still moving below the table. What was he going to say again? The vision before him made him forget for several seconds. Second. Time. Yes. He cleared his throat once more.
“We need to get back,” he said. His voice did not crack. No. No it certainly did not. Thankfully, Hermione didn't seem to notice. She gave a little groan, hips hitching forward into the movement of her hand.
“Let me finish...” she whined softly. His hand immediately curled into his trousers, rubbing himself through the fabric. There was absolutely no doubt now what she was doing. Screw it, let them be late. He'd gladly take the detention for this. He slipped his hand down into his pants, hissing slightly at the cold contrast of his fingers. He glanced up nervously. He'd never wanked in public before, not nearly so open anyway. The thrill made anxious, but even hornier than he could honestly have imagined.
“Aaaahhhhaaa....mmmm....Draco...” Hermione moaned quietly from across from him, her other hand bracing herself against the table. Draco bit his lip, forcing himself quiet. Or at least as quiet as he could, but whatever small noise he'd made drew her dark eyes to meet his again and he was nearly undone. Nearly.
“I thought you said you two kids were nearly finished?” the waitress said, coming behind Hermione, taking them both by surprise. The two of them immediately went shock still, movements freezing in place.
“Sorry,” Draco said, not having to feign the weakness in his voice, “got er...distracted. We'll head out.” The waitress nodded in approval and Draco pulled his hand out of his pants, trembling only the slightest bit as he grabbed a few coins for the table. He glanced over at Hermione, seeing her red in the face with her eyes shut tight.
“Let's go,” Draco said, standing slowly and adjusting himself as subtly as he could. Hermione got to her feet and made a face.
“What's wrong?” he asked her, besides knowing the obvious.
“I have pee in my shoes,” she said, looking like the feeling was unpleasant. Draco smiled, giving a dry snort of humor before flicking his wand in her direction to clean her up. She sighed.
“Thanks,” she murmured, legs still a little trembly as they headed out of the pub and toward the castle. They walked briskly, either from the cold or because they were both eager to get somewhere private to finish what they were doing in the pub, Draco was unsure. Possibly both. Neither of them mentioned it regardless, both preferring a silent stride back to the school gates. Filtch was regarding them with a judgmental eye as they crossed through the castle doors. Everyone was at dinner in the Great Hall, but both of them passed the doors until they came to the hall they separated to go their dormitories.
“Are we meeting in the library tomorrow?” Hermione asked softly, not quite meeting him in the eye now.
“Yeah,” he nodded, “the usual time.”
“Okay,” she said with a nod, “see you.” And with that, she headed up the stairs toward the Gryffindor dorm. A funny feeling settled over Draco as he watched her hurry away. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he ultimately decided it was because he got denied a good wank. He quickly headed down the hall toward the dungeons, intending to finish doing just that when he got to the Slytherin rooms. |
***Hey everyone! I got home early today, so I was finally able to finish this chapter up! Thanks for sticking with me, hope you enjoy!*****
Chapter Eight: The Game Levels Up
It was quite awhile, much to Draco's frustrations, before he was able to have a good session with Hermione again. The Triwizard Tournament had begun and the halls were more crowded than ever before. Their entire routine was interrupted by the influx of foreign students. They couldn't meet in the Library because Victor Krum always happened to be in there with some book, the unused classrooms and hidden hallways were often walked into by unsuspecting visitors who didn't know where they led to or what the rooms were for. His only comfort was that Hermione still had her base rule: she could not pee without his permission.
Doing so was quite difficult and at first Draco found it rather annoying. However, he came to realize that despite giving Hermione no formal rules for the day, no potion to make her squirm, no scene to play out, the game was still good to him. Hermione often got herself desperate on juice and water through the day on her own without him having to order her to do so. It gave him quite a nice, unexpected show through the day, watching her fidget. It was like how things were before the game began, except now they both knew the other was watching. It gave Draco a sort of fresh thrill, and if he wasn't mistaken (which he knew he was not) Hermione was rather enjoying it too. She'd wait until she was positively bursting before trying her hardest to seek him out, and often could barely make it to somewhere private enough to pee.
In fact, he mused during Study Hall as he watched the rain pouring outside the window, Hermione was starting to get more comfortable peeing rather publicly. Hogsmade had been rather enlightening. Not only had she wet herself a little in Zonkos (though he was pretty sure that was an accident) to fully wet herself in the Three Broomsticks like that had still been a surprise. Not to mention what happened after still made him hot just to think about...He swallowed slightly at the thought and glanced down at the book he was supposed to be reading. Hermione didn't mind wetting around others as long as it went unnoticed. He glanced out at the rain again, thoughts drifting. He needed to make that happen. The idea of being near her, being the only person who knew she was wetting her knickers in a crowd made his stomach do back-flips. He glanced over two tables to the left, where Hermione was sitting with her two daft friends. Unlike him, she was actually studying, fully focused on her books and notes. Draco grinned, focusing more on her crossed legs and the hand she was pressing into her girlhood.
Study Hall was dismissed, and Draco watched as she slowly moved out of 'studying mode' to the real world. She rubbed her eyes, shut her book, and seemingly realized she was about to wee herself because she turned quite red and both hands dug into her crotch. She glanced up shyly at her friends, who weren't paying her any mind, and then to Draco. He smirked slowly when their eyes locked.
“Okay there, Granger?” He mouthed. Hermione shook her head subtly, locking one leg over the other to press her hands more firmly between her legs.
“I have to go!” She mouthed back, urgency all over her face. Draco silently chuckled, smirking at her, but didn't give a nod of permission that she was dying for. Urgency immediately flew into desperation and she gave a soft groan.
“What's the matter with you?” Ron asked. Harry frowned, concerned for her. Draco looked away, slowly packing up his things, but listened in.
“Oh...its nothing...my stomach just hurts a bit,” Hermione said, standing slowly. Draco took a quick glance to see her legs and bum quivering.
“Maybe you should go up to the nurse,” Harry suggested.
“I...er...I think I might, yeah...I'll catch up with you guys later,” she said.
“Do you want us to go with you?” Ron asked, but she shook her head.
“No, you guys will be late if you don't head off,” she said. They were hesitant, but eventually left the room with the rest of the class, leaving both her and Draco at the end of the line that was filing out.
“Best be careful,” Draco whispered behind her “your friends might catch on that you need a little relief.” He loved the way she shivered when he started talking, moving back and forth as she put her hands back between her legs. The line was moving slowly toward the door, the sea of students blocking the teacher collecting workbooks, and no one looking behind them to see the two students whispering in the back.
“Draco,” she half whispered, half whined desperately as she turned just slightly so he could hear her speak “I don't...I can't...I have to go right now...!”
“Best wait till we're not in line,” Draco responded.
“After?” she begged.
“Maybe.”
His answer was met with a groan and a beautiful potty dance that ended with her fingers shoved down into her skirt and panties, legs twisted together. Crabbe and Goyle were holding up the line, trying to explain their unfinished workbooks to Professor McGonagall. Hermione gave a small, soft gasp in front of him and quivered.
“I'm...I'm wet...” she whispered breathlessly. Warm pleasure shot up and down his body, giddy she'd just leaked in front of him.
“Bad girl,” he said lowly, glancing quickly around and deeming it safe before he slid his hand under her skirt from behind and cupped the crotch of her wet panties. Hermione covered her mouth, but Draco still heard the tiny, gasping moan she'd muffled. He had to bite his lip against his own noise as her panties suddenly bloomed with wet heat against his hand, liquid dripping through his fingers. She'd lost a big spurt in surprise at his touch, drops of it pattering on the red carpet below them. Draco was immediately hard in his trousers, even more so as Hermione desperately squirmed herself against his hand to stop the flow.
“Don't stop,” he whispered in her ear, making her go still. An uncertain trickle of pee was pooling in his hand. “Go until the line starts moving again.” She shivered, but gave a soft nod, and spread her legs a little bit. Her trickle became a steady stream, coming fast and warm into his cupped hand. Draco was nearly delirious he was so turned on. Above the chatter and giggling at his two minion's idiocy, only he could hear the soft hiss of her pee and its splattering against the carpet. He longed to pull her back against him, put his arm around her and press into her bladder, but it wasn't the time or place. Just as he felt her start to relax, her stream nearly going full, McGonagall had refused Crabbe and Goyle's excuses, gave them a failing grade, and shooed them from the room.
“Stop,” he ordered, pulling his hand away. For split second, her pee splashed freely into the puddle on the carpet, and then she snapped her legs together, bouncing. Light rivers of pee trickled down the back of her thighs, just barely darkening her stockings, and gave Draco a lovely view. His hand was soaking wet, and as much as it pained him, he had to dry it quickly, along with the dark puddle left on the carpet.
“Feeling better?” he asked quietly as the line shuffled forward. He loved how pink in the face Hermione was, breathless as she gave a slight nod.
“I want to let it all out,” she whispered shakily “I still have more left...”
“Soon,” he promised, but left it at that.
He fell back behind her, putting on his most annoyed face as they approached their teacher. Naturally, they received top marks, and they headed their separate ways. They had Herbology after lunch, which Draco skipped in favor of a long, steaming shower in the privacy of an empty dormitory. He was grateful for the pouring rain, long walk to the greenhouses, and the long walk back up. Even better was Hermione, struggling with her bladder in the cold and wet environment. He was betting she was just absolutely dying to let go and pee into her panties, if not for relief then for at least warmth. They had History of Magic next, and with no time to lose between the far apart classrooms, no one stopped to warm up or change as they all headed to the fourth floor.
Professor Binns' room always felt as cold as a winter chill, and a common theory was because he was constantly floating around the room with his ghostly ice body. Even still, though cold himself, Draco was happy to watch Hermione tremble. She was cold, yes, but he alone knew that she was also moments from wetting once again. His heart hammered in his chest. Binns had just moved everyone around because of constant disruptive chatter. Ron and Harry were across the room and the student who sat beside of Hermione had apparently deemed it too cold to come to class. Draco sat directly behind her, both in the back corner of the room. Water puddles were already formed under everyone's chair from their sopping wet robes. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, stopping Draco from finally getting to see Hermione lose her bladder in the middle of a class.
He watched her as Binns droned on and on about Goblin Wars and Medieval witch trials, far more intrigued by her movements than his lesson. She sat left, then right. Crossed her legs, bounced her knees. Uncrossed her legs, shoved her hand there, and recrossed them as she rocked back and forth. She wasn't even taking notes, not paying the slightest attention. She finally sat still, just shaking with desperation. She watched Binns for a moment, then he watched her glance around the classroom before she turned around to face him. Her expression was fierce, wild and red with the severity of her need. She didn't care, honestly not even slightly, where they were. She at least had the thought enough to whisper.
“Master, I have to pee...please...please let me go pee right now,” she begged quietly. It was like the long shower hadn't even happened, Draco was so hard at her long drawn whisper of need.
“Do you want to raise your hand and ask to go to the toilet?” he whispered back, smiling. She shook her head, and then looked around the room again, praying no one was paying attention.
“Please...I'll wee all over if I stand up...everyone will see....” she begged, fingers curling tightly into her crotch as she looked at him, “It's about to come out right now...”
“Then you better make sure no one spots you wetting your knickers,” he grinned, giving a nod of permission. The relief on her face was priceless and she quickly turned around to face the front of the class again. She picked up her quill and looked down at her paper, the pen moving in her hand as though she were taking notes. Draco was practically vibrating he was so giddy. She looked so focused on the class, but he saw her subtle movements. She scooted to the very edge of her chair and spread her legs ever so slightly, and then her whole body relaxed. Even her quill stopped moving as a stream of liquid poured over the edge of her chair. Her urine splashed into the water pool collected from her cloak and uniform under her, but only Draco was near enough and paying any attention to hear it. Hermione relieved herself for well over a minute, her puddle under her chair tripling in size. Draco was having trouble keeping his breathing quite as she finished up, and he heard her sigh contentedly when she was done.
Hermione took a few moments of sitting her chair, lazy in a haze of such relief, but then sat up and resumed taking real notes. None of their classmates had noticed a single thing and Hermione was flawlessly acting like she hadn't just pissed herself in the middle of a lecture. Draco, on the other hand, decided to take full advantage of his classmates' ignorance and slid his hand into his pants. By the end of the lecture, Hermione wasn't the only one sitting in a haze of relief. He cleaned himself up quickly and silently when the bell rang, though he knew Hermione saw him casting spells. He caught the raised eyebrow and small smirk. For the first time, he was a little embarrassed, and just a touch pink in letting it show, but flashed a quick, impish grin in her direction. He hadn't really cared that she knew what he'd done, knowing that she understood the fetish they shared.
Everyone rushed to get out of the classroom and into somewhere warmer. Draco was walking back behind Hermione and her two friends. As they passed the library she announced that she needed to check something and she'd catch them later. Hermione disappeared through the doors and Draco shoved passed Potter and Weasley with a few choice words. He was almost to the dungeon when he doubled back through a secret passage and walked into the library himself. With such an impromptu visit, Krum wasn't there to read beside their usual table, and slid into his seat opposite her as she read her book.
“How are you?” he asked knowingly. She smirked over the edge of her book.
“Relieved,” she answered, “you?”
“Same.”
They both bit their lips against giggles and Hermione hid in her book. Draco immediately thought it was the most endearing and adorable thing he'd ever seen, his stomach flipping and warming in a completely different way than it had in the classroom. He didn't care.
“You uh...did a good job in there,” he said, “you didn't seem nervous at all.”
“I wasn't,” she answered, “I was about to pee either way, I knew I was going to go in class.”
“Have you ever...done it in class before?” he asked curiously. He caught her blush as she glanced over the book at him, and then back down.
“Once.”
And he'd missed it!?
“Really?” he asked with interest, “When?”
“Third year,” she answered. She was a bit embarrassed, it seemed, but the smirk playing on her lips when she saw how interested Draco was lingered. She was dragging it.
“Hermione,” he said pressingly.
“Yes?” she answered with an innocent smile.
“Third year? Where, which class?”
“You weren't in it.”
“Obviously!”
She laughed, lowering the book. He was practically pouting.
“Okay alright,” she relented, “It was in Divination and I had been running late around my classes. I hadn't gone all day and I was bursting. I'd been planning on hiding in a corridor before class, but I wouldn't have the time so I just went straight to her tower. We all had to sit on this big, puffy cushions...I didn't make it through the first ten minutes. Soaked the whole pillow straight through, but no one noticed.”
“I want the memory,” he said.
“You'll have to earn it,” she smirked.
“Um, excuse me, but I own you,” he said in a matter of fact tone, sitting back in his chair. She assumed the same position.
“Excuse you, but you do not,” she said with a smirk, “At this point, I'm an even player. I like the game, Draco, I'm not going to stop because I'm scared you'll leak my secrets to the school. If you do that, we won't play anymore and you don't want to stop anymore than I do.”
Well, fuck. Draco scowled darkly. He liked having control over her, it was part of the excitement. She was right about everything she'd said though, and it frustrated him.
“So? What do you want, then?” he asked, “and if you say a relationship, Merlin help me.”
“God no,” Hermione said, looking offended. He was surprised to find himself a little bit wounded.
“Look,” she continued, “I'm not changing the game. I like you bossing me around and telling me when and where to wee.”
“Then why bring it up?” he snapped.
“Because I want to be able to make some suggestions,” she said, “I have fantasies too, you know. I want to experiment a little more. I just want to make sure you're on the same page with me.”
Draco was a little surprised to hear it, but nodded.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked, interested and still working to brush off the egotistical wound she'd given him with her quick dismissal. Not that he cared. She was a mudblood and gross. He didn't care at all.
“Well...I liked it when you were...touching me. You know, when I was erm...peeing in study hall,” she said, turning a bit pink as she spoke. He smirked.
“Anything else?” he asked. She nodded, but was quiet for a minute or two.
“Go on,” he pressed.
“I don't get punished very often,” she mused softly, “I was always too scared you might expose me to break any rules, but...if we're on the same page, and I know you won't do that to me...I might like it.”
He raised an eyebrow. Be cool Draco.
“You want me to punish you?” he asked lowly, loving the way she blushed.
“Yes, I do,” she answered, her chocolate eyes locking with his. He swallowed.
“Any uh...any limits?”
“Well...no...no erm...intercourse, as a punishment.”
“I'm a lot of things, but a rapist isn't one of them Hermione Granger,” he said seriously. She looked relieved and honestly that made him question his personality traits if she thought him capable.
“Okay,” she continued, “I don't mind you...touching me. Or...looking at me. Or making me do anything to you.”
“What about something like...being tied up?” he questioned. Her eyes widened and she shifted in her seat.“I don't mind it,” she said quickly. He smirked.
“Being spanked?”
“I don't mind that either.”
“Kinky, aren't you?”
“Shut your mouth, Malfoy!”
He chuckled, crossing his arms with a little smirk. So, someone wanted to be a naughty witch? He could handle that. He gave little nod.
“I agree,” he said “just keep the safeword in mind and we'll go from there.” Hermione smiled and nodded as well, going back to her book. That was his cue to leave, so he packed up and headed off with a bit of a spring in his step. Blackmail was off the table, but that was fine. She was a willing partner and from the sound of it, things were just about to get interesting. |
So sorry guys! My computer died while I was uploading and I had to re-write THE ENTIRE CHAPTER =_= It ended up working out okay though, I stamped out some better details and I made the bonus chapter a little longer to make up for it. Sorry for the extra long wait and I hope the bonus makes up for it!
Chapter Nine: Breaking the Rules (Hermione)
The day Hermione had shifted the rules of the game, she left the library walking in confidence. Admittedly, a touch embarrassed at first, but then she though it over. Why should she be? She was nearly fifteen, and it was a perfectly natural for her to want experimenting sexually. In fact, most of her housemates had started a bit earlier. She had to admit though, none of her immediate girlfriends had the sort of interest in the matter she had. They were more concerned about the more carnal needs, while Hermione preferred her particular kinks and fantasies. With any luck, she hoped, Draco would be more than willing to let her experiment with those as well. She smirked faintly as she took the stairs up to her Common Room. What she had with Draco was probably the best situation any girl her age who wanted to experiment could have. No mess of a relationship to get in the way of their play time, and at this point, Hermione knew he wouldn't rat her secrets to the school. This was a game, and how could she lose?
Unfortunately, she got her answer after Halloween. It had been a bit of a whirlwind for her, really. Halloween was supposed to be a fun night for everyone. The Halloween Feast was always entertaining, something the boys looked forward to every year. And after the dinner, Hermione and Draco had plans that revolved around her wearing a muggle's witch costume in an abandoned teacher's houseroom and wetting into a plastic pumpkin candy basket. Draco had taken quite well to the idea of Muggle Halloween after Hermione explained it to him. The unfortunate thing was the announcement of the Tri-Wizard Tournament Champions. It ruined more than just the meal that had been planned.
Harry was never supposed to have been one. She knew, of course, that he never put his name in the Goblet. It was hard to convince Ron otherwise while she'd had a bladder full of countless hours of butterbeer and pumpkin juice, and truth be told, she wasn't successful. Instead of meeting Draco where she'd been told, she rushed right past him and into the girls toilets to relieve herself, just because it was the fastest, before rushing up to the Gryffindor Common Room after the ceremony had ended.
The days that followed were stressful. Ron didn't believe Harry, and Harry was angry at Ron for not standing up for him. Hermione herself was caught in the middle of it. Not to mention, the whole school thought he'd cheated his way into the tournament and felt that it took away from Cedric Diggory's victory. They were angry with him and Hermione felt obligated to be at his side, with dry panties, than with Draco in wet ones. She could see it all over Draco's face every time she glanced his direction. He was absolutely livid. But what else could she do?
Everything changed the day she and Harry came down to breakfast and everyone was giggling at him. They were wearing funny badges that changed from a banner that read “Cedric Diggory is the REAL Hogwarts Champion” and “Potter Stinks”. Chants of “Oooh you STINK Potter!” could be heard up and down the hallways and Hermione hated the way it made her best friend feel. He was low enough as it was.
“Tch, Potter, honestly,” she heard Draco drawl from behind them just after they'd sat down together, “you'd think you'd at least bathe before gracing us with your presence.” His group of Slytherins guffawed stupidly at his joke.
“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry spat in his direction, clearly in no mood to deal with him. Hermione glared at Draco. Couldn't he tell this was sort of a delicate matter? And obviously it would upset her if he continued to press this? But then she had a thought and her stomach sunk into her shoes. Maybe that was the whole point...
“Like the badges?” Draco sneered “Took awhile to get the charm just right. I'm thinking of adding an actual odor to your STINK. Like that?”
“YOU made these?” Hermione asked, livid now herself. He smirked at her, his ice blue eyes locking on hers and it was like the entire Great Hall melted away.
“Where did you think they came from, Granger? Fall from the sky?” he said coolly.
“Of course not,” she replied in a similar tone “I'm just surprised someone as prestigious as yourself would waste time crafting a joke button like some Weasley.”
His eyes narrowed, a dark scowl turning his mouth. She'd touched a nerve, oh yes. And honestly the look was intimidating. Hermione shifted subtly on the bench.
“Wasn't your transfiguration exam score rather low? You'd think you'd take the time to study...”
“Watch your mouth,” he snarled slowly “You pathetic, filthy, disgusting little Mudblood.”
Harry had jumped up with his wand in hand, but Hermione was honestly too distracted to stop him from fighting this time. She had no idea, absolutely none, that such insults could make her so suddenly and incredibly hot. While the boys went from curses to punches to a round of detention, it occurred to Hermione that she probably had a well overdue punishment coming her way. It had been a week since she'd blown off their Halloween meeting and she hadn't met up with him since. In fact, she realized with a growing sense of dread and anticipation, she hadn't even been wetting for him. She'd broken the base rule of going to him for permission to pee.
She swallowed as Harry sat back down, disgruntled. He had broken glasses, which she quickly fixed, and a detention with Professor Snape that she couldn't do anything about.“You really shouldn't have let him get to you,” Hermione sighed after he'd ranted.
“He called you a Mud---”
“I know, I heard him,” she sighed, “But I honestly don't care, Harry, its not a good reason for you to be fighting.”
“Well I do care and it IS a good reason!” he snapped.
He'd been touchy lately, not that she could blame him. Ron had been the same way. He grouched about needing some air and strode away from the table. Hermione sipped her pumpkin juice alone, letting it refill itself three times before she dared to glance at the Slytherin table. Draco was still giving her that dark, intimidating look. She swallowed, feeling a pulse in her ladyhood, and nibbled her lip. Draco said nothing, just gave a sharp nod toward the door. A shiver ran down her spine and she turned away. She drank down another goblet of her juice before she got up and walked out. She noticed Draco had left some time ago. He hadn't indicated anywhere to meet, but she figured it was probably the library. She turned down the corridor that headed in that direction when suddenly she felt a cool hand grabbing around her forearm and yanking her back with considerable force into a broom cupboard.
“Hey!” she started to protest, but found herself suddenly slammed against the brick wall, her mouth covered against any further noise. She made an aggravated sound but when she opened her eyes to see who had her, she stopped still. Of course. How could she have expected anything different? Draco had her held fast. His eyes were dark with desire and anger. He looked dangerous. She loved it.
“Who the bloody hell do you think you are, speaking to me like that?” he demanded, but didn't let her mouth go to answer with. She just shivered, unable to pull her eyes from his.
“Do you think I'd honestly let you get away with this? With ANY of this? You broke our rules Hermione. What do you have to say for yourself?”
He still didn't take away his hand, so she just whimpered against it, trembling faintly. He smirked and her stomach twisted in the most pleasant kind of way.
“Didn't you say you wanted to be punished?” he said, tone like silk, “I think you've earned a big one.”
Hermione whimpered again, shifted from foot to foot. It had absolutely nothing to do with the juice she drank at breakfast, but everything to do with the heat that pooled right there when he spoke to her that way. It did not go unnoticed by Draco, who only grinned in a predatory fashion.
“You're such a kinky little bitch,” he growled lowly, dipping down so he could whisper it in her ear. She whimpered against his hand, breathing coming short and fast from her nose. She knew he didn't miss the way she was breathing, or the way she'd started to squirm. Still keeping her mouth covered, he kissed the curve of her ear, making her moan against his hand. Hermione never knew such a thing could feel so good. He kissed her ear and down her neck, taking the hand that held her to the wall and slowly unbuttoning her school blouse.
She trembled, making another low sound against his hand. She'd never had anyone touch her like this and she liked it. She liked it quite a lot. He unbuttoned the blouse all the way down, smirking as he revealed a pale blue bra with small white hearts and a gentle trimming of lace. Hermione's breasts weren't large, but they weren't quite small either, and currently her nipples were straining against the fabric she wore. The look on Draco's face made her squirm again, dying to be touched.
“Do your panties match?” he asked, his tone low. Hermione nodded quickly, knees trembling. She wanted his hands on her skin, stroking and touching her in all the places she'd never before allowed anyone to do so.
“Show me.” he demanded. Her trembling hands lost no time in pulling her skirt up, legs spreading automatically. He smirked and dipped his hand inside her thighs, fingers sliding firmly against the crotch of her panties. Hermione moaned against his hand as pleasure bloomed between her legs. He chuckled darkly.
“So wet already? Horny little chit,” he purred, “But that's not the kind of wet I want.”
Draco pulled his hand away from her mouth, and most regrettably away from her thinly clothed genitals. Hermione trembled, her skirt falling back down to cover herself.
“Draco---”
He pinched her bottom lip for her mistake and she squealed, the pain making pleasure dance through her system.
“Master! I'm sorry...” she gasped and let her go.
“You've been the most disrespectful failure of a servant I have ever had,” he snarled “the LEAST you could do is address me by my appropriate title, you filthy Mudblood,” he growled. She whimpered, body responding to the insults acutely.
“I'm sorry, Master...I won't do it again...” she groaned, “Please...”
“Please what? You better be begging for a punishment, girl, because that's all you're getting,” he said sternly.
“Yes...yes, of course,” she groaned, rubbing her thighs together, “please punish me...I've been so bad to you...”
“Good start,” he smirked, “What have you done wrong?”
“I...I didn't ask permission to have a pee,” she murmured, actual shame of it making her look away from him.
“And what else?” he pressed.“I didn't dress up for you on Halloween, like we planned...I peed in the loo instead of in the candy basket you picked out,” she mumbled, hanging her head. The more he pressed her, the more submissive she was beginning to feel. She loved the thrill of the vulnerability he was putting on her.
“And what else, Hermione?” he said, one hand reaching out to cup her breast and his thumb stroked against the nub straining against her bra.
“Ohhhhh....” she practically sang in pleasure, reaching out to cling to his shirt as her knees shook badly, “I...I don't know...That's it...”
He stroked her breast again, making her squeal.
“I think you're leaving something out,” he said with a low growl, giving the nub between his fingers a sudden pinch. Hermione cried out, pressing herself desperately into his thigh. She felt him shiver and press back against her, hard in his pants. She'd distracted him at least, and she wasn't exactly unhappy with her method. She did have something more, but she knew he'd be furious about it. It sounded like he knew, or at least suspected, but she was going to do her best to keep him from knowing. She whimpered and rocked against him, hands sliding up to cling to his shirt.
“Hermione...” she heard him say in a tight voice, pressing her back against the wall. He nudged her legs back open with his knee. She was only too happy to comply with his desire. She moaned when he squeezed her breast again, and then squealed in delight when he slipped his hand into her bra. She rocked against him needily as he rolled the pad of his thumb against her hardened nipple, his lips suckling softly against her collar bone.
“Aaahh...! M-Master, I...Master please I...want to...” she moaned, body trembling as this went on. She never knew she could feel this good. Doing it herself was nothing by comparison.
“What do you want?” he said lowly against her skin, biting down on the delicate flesh he'd purpled with his lips.
“Aaah...! Gonna....I'm so....oooohhh feels so good...” she gasped out, squirming against him. She heard him swear softly and hold her still. She wondered for a delirious moment of her movements were too much for him. He certainly looked it, all flushed and sweaty like he was. He must have needed the exact thing Hermione did.
“You wanna finish?” he asked her lowly, “You wanna come right in your panties, don't you?”
“God yes...” Hermione groaned, trying desperately to move. She was so close to it, her body taunt with desire. Just one more touch, one more movement of her hips, and she knew she'd find that pleasure she was seeking so badly.“No.”
The word was crushing. She looked at Draco incredulously, entirely beside herself. Didn't he need it too?! She could feel him in his pants, pulsing hot and hard with need. Certainly, he needed even worse than she did!
“You've been a very bad girl, remember?” he said, with a sick smile, “You won't even tell me all the rules you broke.”
“I will!” she groaned, trying to move again, “Please, Master, I'll tell...I'll tell!”
Draco smiled and lightly trailed his finger over the little bruise on her collar bone that he made. She shivered at the touch. The spot was too tender, making heat coil desperately between her legs, but nothing more.
“Gaaah! I wet myself!” Hermione burst out of desperation for touch, “Nnn...It was an accident, for real, I swear...”
Again, he strummed a finger lightly over his mark on her, making her groan, but it wouldn't give her the pleasurable release she craved so badly.
“I didn't mean to...I couldn't hold it...” she groaned, but he still only teased her body.
“Tell me.” he demanded, caressing her skin.
“Nnn...I was studying in the library....about the tournament and....and I'd been drinking too much...I didn't realize I had to go so bad...It just suddenly started coming out while I was reading...”“Go on,” he murmured, his fingers stroking down her chest to her stomach. She moaned softly, arching in pleasure into his hand.
“I...I tried to hurry and go to the loo but...”
“But?” he pressed.
“Madam Pince...I had a lot of books out and...she made me go put them back...” Hermione swallowed, flushing brightly at the memory, “I couldn't hold it anymore...”
Hermione trembled, finished with her story, looking up at Draco. His eyes were still hard, but darkened with desire. He was also scowling.
“So, Little Miss Granger can't tell when she has to go potty, eh?” he growled out, making her tremble all the more, “maybe you need a little bit more training?”
“Master, please, I can tell...”
“But you ignore it. And you don't come get me until you're practically wetting already.”“I'm sorry Master,” she groaned, “I'll try better, I'll be good...s-so please...I...I want to finish...”
“Oh, you'll finish,” he grinned, stepping away from her, “but not now.”“Noooo, Master please...oohhh I want it so bad...” she protested, her hand pressing against the front of her skirt. Draco snatched it away and forced her to look at him.
“No. No orgasms for you, not without me saying so. And you're going to drink all day long, you hear me? You aren't going to pee until after dinner. No leaking. No sneaking off to relieve yourself. And if you come to me at any point in the day with wet panties, you're going to regret it, you understand me?!”
His hold on her was firm, his tone even more so. Hermione quivered, feeling crushed, but nodded. She already was starting to feel all the pumpkin juice from that morning. She wasn't sure she could make it to after dinner without a little bit of relief.
“Master...?” she questioned weakly.
“Yes?” he responded with a light irritation.
“I had a lot of pumpkin juice with breakfast...”
“I saw.”
“And I haven't peed this morning yet...Can I...please, can I go pee? Before we start? I don't know if I can make it all day without it...” she begged, shifting her weight. Being so turned on made her need a potty break even more than normal, so the pumpkin juice she drank was quickly going through her. She was sure she wouldn't be able to last the day and keep her panties dry if she didn't empty her bladder now. Luckily for her, Draco seemed to consider this. He glanced around the room while Hermione swayed her hips impatiently. Her desire was starting to ebb away, giving reign to the growing need to pee. All Draco's touching had distracted her from relieving her bladder.
“Hmm...I'll allow it,” he mused, “just because I am a kind and generous master, even when you treat me terribly for a servant.”
“I'm sorry Master,” Hermione said, head bowed in guilt, “thank you...” She started to lift up her skirt, but Draco stopped her again.
“I said dry panties, remember? And find yourself a container first. Until you've proven to me that you can control yourself, no more peeing on the floor.”
Hermione nodded, though kept the feeling of dread off her face. Most of the time when she wet for Draco, she could barely wait for his permission before she started peeing uncontrollably. Now, she'd have to wait for his permission to find somewhere or something proper to relieve herself. And with her no leak rule and non stop drinking today, she was going to have a hard time of it indeed.
Her eyes fell upon a small wash bucket in the broom cupboard they were hiding in. She picked it up and glanced at Draco for approval. He gave it, grinning, and leaned back against the wall. Hermione blushed as she watched his pale hand slide to the front of his trousers, rubbing his hardness for a few moments while she set her bucket down.
“Panties down, remember,” he reminded as his hand popped the button on his pants. Hermione blushed, wanting to look away but found herself transfixed. She swallowed hard as she hiked up her skirt. She'd never shown him this part of herself. The few times he asked her for her panties, she'd had her skirt down to cover up with. She hesitated, but then she felt a sudden pang of need. If she changed her mind about getting her chance at relief now before they started their rules for the day, she'd lose. She'd wet herself for sure and Draco would take his punishment up to the next level.
She exhaled slowly and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, blushing as she slid them down. She caught Draco's eye and all his attention was on her body, making her swallow nervously before looking away. She knew she had nothing really to be worried or embarrassed about. She liked to keep herself hairless and in good health. She slipped her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them on one side, squatting over the bucket.
“Master, may I....” she began, glancing over at Draco once more. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. He'd unzipped his pants and had his manhood in hand. Hermione had never seen a penis before, and certainly not one in full erect as he was. Blood bloomed in her face as she watched him stroke himself. Her mouth went quite dry indeed.“Well?” he chastised, apparently completely un-bothered that she was watching him pleasure himself, “are you going to have a pee or not?”
Hermione blushed and looked away. Having him so near and so openly giving into his desires was making her a little bit shy. He was really going to get off by watching her piss in a bucket. She knew he got himself off by watching her, but she'd never seen him do it before. She tried to shake the thoughts away and have her pee, before he changed his mind. She spread her legs a little further and tried to relax. Her body responded slowly, so she could feel her urine travel down to her hole. She wasn't feeling very desperate just yet and trying to force herself to pee was quite a bit different than trying to force herself to wait.
A thin trickle of pee warmed her center and began to drip down into the bucket with a loud plunking sound. Draco moaned in pleasure, distracting her, and her muscles clenched right up again, cutting off the stream. She found it hurt a little and she squirmed.
“Why aren't you going?” Draco grumbled.
“I'm sorry I...I'm trying...” she murmured, relaxing herself again. She could feel her need and wanted to act on it, but her muscles wouldn't unclench enough. She got a few more streams to splash into her bucket, but every time he made a noise, she tightened right back up with a whimper. Now that she was trying to pee, she felt like it had to come out right then. Physically not able to do it just made it worse.
“Nnn...Draco I...I can't pee...” she finally whimpered in distress.
“Maybe you don't have to go all that bad,” he groaned, almost conversationally as he moved his hand.
“No I...It won't come out...and I really need to...” she pouted over at him, eyes focusing on his moving hand. Desire curled in her stomach as she watched his work and a sudden stream of pee took her by surprise so that she let out a groan of her own.
“Oh? So you like watching too, eh?” Draco teased her when he noticed. She blushed, but looked at him boldly, pee dribbling out into her bucket. To her surprise, she found him blush and look away from her, eyes closing as his hand picked up speed. She liked the way his eyes screwed tight, and the way he bit down on his lip to fight a moan, but couldn't completely contain it. It looked like it felt so, so good...A sudden rush of heat filled her womanhood and she let out a sigh as she was suddenly peeing full force into the bucket. The hiss echoed in the small room, but even more so did her stream splashing into the metal bucket.
“Aaaaaahhhh....” Hermione gasped, eyes shutting. She hadn't realized how badly she really did have to go. Forgetting to relieve herself in the morning and drinking too much juice would have definitely done her in. Maybe there was some truth to what Draco had said, maybe she did need a little bit of toilet training. She opened her eyes again as he stream died down, her attention brought to Draco and the noises he was making. Suddenly, he hitched his hips into his hand with a low sound as he found his final pleasure. She flushed at the way he shook as his juices dripped from his hand to the stone floor. He'd made a bit of a mess of his trousers too and she smirked a little bit. It was almost....vulnerable looking. She liked that.
“That looked like it felt better for you than for me,” she said smartly as she pulled up her panties. Draco just slowed his breathing as he leaned up against the wall. He took a minute, before cleaning himself up and fixing up his clothing.
“I dunno about that,” he managed to smirk with his pleasure flushed face as he glanced at her half full bucket. She blushed a little and started buttoning up her top. She really did need to pay more attention. She'd stopped as they started playing their game, giving her needs over to Draco entirely. How was she supposed to know when to pee if her master didn't tell her? Honestly, she preferred that method than to holding it until she had an accident.
The first bell rang for class and Hermione headed toward the door.“Not till after dinner,” he reminded “And no wet panties.”
Hermione nodded and left the small room, praying he wouldn't forget her other needs after dinner too.
BONUS: A Puddle on the Library Floor (Hermione)
Hermione Granger was sitting in the back corner table with six different books piled around her, some open, some not, and she was very lucky it wasn't very busy in the library that night. She could not stop moving for the life of her, unable to even hide the seated potty-dance she was performing. She gripped herself tight, rocking into her hand for pressure as she turned the page of the book she was reading. As far as she could reason, the Goblet itself was a very old, very ancient magical object who's contracts are binding, even more severely so than the Unbreakable Vow. Now, if she could only figure out how Harry was somehow entered into the contract for the tournament...
To be fair, she'd felt the need steadily growing for the last four and a half hours, ever since first came into the library. The was no way to avoid it any longer. Hermione had to pee. Now. But her needs were not important to her at the moment. She'd spent since before dinner looking up anything and everything she could get her hands on about the Triwizard Tournament, especially the Goblet of Fire. It had been two days since Harry's name flew out of it as a fourth champion. That alone should have been impossible, and she was going to figure out why. Yet, her bladder was having none of that.
She set that book aside with a sigh and reached for another when a sudden pang of desperation made her gasp. She darted her second hand between her legs, crossing them together as she held herself for all it was worth. Need to release her bladder pounded in her lower stomach, each pulse more powerful than the last. Hermione whimpered, shaking in her seat. Ohhh....I didn't think it was this bad yet...she thought in mild fear. She glanced up, face flushed and sweaty from her hold. There were a couple of students milling about the shelves, but none were paying her any mind. She swallowed, glancing back down at her books. The desperation had subsided, for a moment. I'm okay...I can hold it awhile longer, I need to figure out how the Goblet was able to get a hold of Harry's name...focus Hermione! She took a shallow breath and shifted in her seat, one leg bouncing as her hand fixed itself in a tight, permanent hold between her legs. She grabbed the other book and pulled it close, flipping to the section about magical contracts.
It wasn't a particularly thrilling read. Often, Hermione's mind drifted back to her bladder and she was finding it hard to focus on anything on the pages. This is information that could be potentially life-saving...focus...you do not have to pee, Hermione Granger, you do not have to pee...She thought, though her body trembled as she read a passage about altering magical contracts for negotiation purposes. Now THAT was something she could work with, for Harry's case especially. Her focus shifted quickly as her brain connected the dots between certain spell types and artifacts, hoping to gain some insight at least as to how he was entered into the tournament in the first place.
Over the next thirty minutes, she got so involved that her bladder was forgotten entirely. She even removed her hand from where it was helping her hold, in favor of bringing her book closer as she searched for a second one to provide further insight to enchanted artifacts versus contract spells. I see! So the Goblet, being an object, would have no way to be broken...so it would have had to have been altered...the spell to alter the contract like that would have to be powerful....where did that other book go...the Goblet has been used for this specific tournament since 1294....and re-cast with the age law this year...so I guess altering it once more for Harry wouldn't have been too hard, if the initial barrier was already broken...I wonder if---
Hermione gasped aloud, her train of thought cut off by a sudden burst of liquid heat from her girlhood. She sat there, frozen, for several seconds as her stream of urine soaked her mint green and baby blue checkered panties, completely unable to move. She hadn't even felt the pangs of desperation, having been reading far too intently for them, but the sudden alleviation of her bladder felt so, so good. The warmth of her pee pooling around her butt and soaking through her skirt pulled her out of her haze of relief. She bit her lip against a loud whimpering noise and shoved both hands between her legs, holding herself as tight as she could. Seemingly in protest, she felt another torrent rush against her hands, the front of her skirt just as wet as the back. She groaned quietly, leaning forward as she crossed her shaking legs. For a moment, it was no use. Her water still came, running down the backs of her calves and off the sides of her chair to splatter quietly on the stone below her table. She was torn, her body pulsing with waves of agonizing desperation and then almost equally agonizing relief.
For a moment, she considered giving up and completely letting go, but then her stream weakened, muscles gaining strength. She bounced in her seat, soundless pleas to her body to hold for just another few moments forming on her lips. Her stream died to a mere trickle, dribbling lightly a few times before stopping. Hermione felt like she was teetering on the edge of a blade. She'd let out so much, yet she was still so fully. Too full. And any moment her body was going to completely empty. She trembled, knowing she had only minutes, and dared to move one hand away from her crotch to grab her wand. She paid the price for the lack of pressure with a small spurt of pee, making her giving a light whine.
Okay...okay first...first clean up, Hermione thought to herself, breathing shakily, clean up...and then stand up...the toilet is just out the door and to the left...you can make it...
And she knew that, if she couldn't, much closer to the library door was a suit of armor with quite a bit of space behind it. She could go right there...
Hermione whimpered as a sudden, slightly larger, burst of pee escaped when she thought of weeing behind the suit. She swallowed and aimed her wand. Her wrist shook as she wordlessly cleaned up the spot on the floor and the chair. She couldn't manage to do her skirt or her panties, but the skirt was a dark color and she hoped that if she was quick enough, she could get away with it. She put her wand away, one hand stuck permanently between her legs, and looked up to survey her next challenge. The library wasn't busy, but it wasn't empty either. She couldn't let other students see her run for the door with her hand where it was. And for that matter, she couldn't run either, not if she was to make it without wetting in front of everyone. Hermione closed her eyes, flushing at the embarrassment of just the thought alone, and then took a breath.
She moved her hand away and was immediately hit with a hard pulse of sheer desperation. She grit her teeth, clenching her muscles hard and pulling her legs together tightly. She trembled, not daring to move or breathe as her body adjusted. Ohhhhh....! I have to wee! I have to wee so bad!!!! Nnnnnn...Its...its fine...I can do this. I can...
Gradually, the pressure began to ease and she felt a little more comfortable without her hands to help her. She knew standing up would come next and be even harder. Slowly, she pushed back in her chair, the minor jostling nearly causing her to leak. Once she'd regained herself, she very hesitantly shifted her weight to her feet and then rolled gently to a stand.
“Nnnnnn!” Hermione groaned aloud, immediately doubling over with one hand braced on the table, the other between her legs, quickly and tightly crossing them again. The pressure was bad, so, so bad. It was worse than anything she'd ever felt before, even with Draco's potions. She glanced up, looking around, praying no one was paying her back corner any attention. Thankfully, they were not, but she couldn't move and eventually someone would notice the strange posture. Hermione swallowed, knowing she only had one option; she had to let some out. The realization made her flush, her mind in complete protest while her body begged for it eagerly. But, there was no way she was going to be able to stand upright without losing control completely if she didn't, and the few scattered students would definitely notice that.
Hermione took a shallow breath, giving another good glance around to ensure she wasn't being watched, and then relaxed. The effect was immediate. Urine burst forth, hot hand fast against the hand that she didn't bother to move. It re-soaked through the front of her skirt and spilled down her crossed legs.
“Ahhhhhh.....” she sighed quietly in relief, head drooping forward as she closed her eyes, unable to contain the noise. This feels so good...she thought, trembling with pleasure from passing her water. But she had to stop. She'd already let out much too much and now there was pee soaking her knee high socks and dribbling onto her shoes. She'd made another small puddle to clean as well, but she felt it well worth it. Slowly, dancing, she forced her body to hold again and it was not happy. Logically, she knew she let out quite a bit, but her bladder wanted to void it all. She grabbed her wand again, shakily drying her socks and shoes and tiny puddle. At least now she could hurry out and go pee, though she knew the toilets weren't going to be an option. Hopefully no one walking by would notice her behind the suit of armor with her skirt up...
She grabbed her bag and started taking a few careful steps around the table when a sudden hand on her shoulder jarred her, and her bladder. She jumped, making a noise of surprise as her bladder gave a sudden spurt.
“Miss Granger, what on Earth do you think you are doing?” Madam Pince demanded, pushing her spectacles up her nose with her free hand. Hermione shook, though not out of fear for the school's librarian.
“Please let me go Madam Pince, I have to--” she began, skipping everything and going straight to begging, but the crone had none of it.
“You have to put away your books is what you have to do,” she said in a matter of fact tone.
“I will,” Hermione pleaded, “I'll be right back, I just have to---”
“No excuses Miss Granger! Honestly, I expect more from you! Clean up and then you can leave.”
She released her shoulder and Hermione trembled on the spot, legs pressed tight together but not crossed. She was already so wet, her body on the verge of finishing its release. She was so close to being able to do it. Her body gave a violent pulse of desperation as she watched Madam Pince walk away. Her body was going to do it, going to release whether she was ready for it or not. Her stomach churned as Hermione swallowed a sickening feeling: she was going pee in the library. Tears burned her eyes as she felt a few streams of pee escape her, running down her inner thighs, as she accepted her fate. She was going to pee in the library.
Vision blurring, she knew she had to do what she could to make the best of the situation she found herself in. She grabbed two of her six books and headed quickly, spurts of pee heating her panties with every step, toward the nearest towering shelf.
Please let no one be in the history section, please, please, please, please, please....
Even with her silent begging, even if there had been someone there, Hermione could barely keep herself together long enough to get behind it. She'd just stepped out of plain view when her floodgates opened, causing a relief so grand her knees went out from under her. She dropped to the floor, legs splayed, holding the books to her chest as her bladder emptied right then and there. A glistening puddle grew on the stone around her, spanning the entire isle. She voided for nearly two entire minutes, eyes closed and neck arched back in pleasure. Hermione peed with a loud, audible hiss as her stream splashed straight onto the floor under her skirt.
It slowed and then ended in gentle dribbles as she finished, making Hermione feel a little dizzy as she gingerly stood from the floor. There wasn't a dry spot on her lower body at all by the time she had finished, she observed as she looked down at herself. Her puddle was truly impressive, to the point where she was nearly proud of it. She licked her lips, finally glancing around just to make sure she hadn't just given anyone one a show. Alone. She sighed in relief and set her books on a nearby shelf with trembling hands. She reached for her wand and it was only then did she remember that she left it back at the table... |
Chapter 10: Piss and Pleasure (Draco + Hermione)
The first few classes of the day were interesting for Draco to watch, in their own way. Hermione had her water flask in her hand at all times, drinking like a good little pet. She'd glance at him now and then, and he loved the way she'd blush when he caught her eye. She looked every bit as guilty as he wanted her to, and he loved her nervous squirming. It made him giddy to know that it wasn't her bladder making her fidget and flustered, at least not yet. Watching Hermione deal with other specific urges was something he also liked to see. And if he had his way, he'd get to see how she handled being horny and desperate all at once.
Besides, it wasn't like he actually expected her to be able to complete this challenge anyway. That's why it was a punishment. Getting to observe how things played out was what he truly wanted. This was more about finding out her sexual limits, and maybe to see how badly he could humiliate her when it was just the two of them. After all, she seemed to like and trust him a little bit more now. If she thought highly of him, the chances of being able to embarrass her were higher too. He smirked at the thought during their Charms class as he looked at her again.
He figured their eyes wouldn't have been meeting the way they were if she hadn't been looking at him too. He loved the way catching her in the act made her redden and look down at her desk. Her squirming was different from the way she moved when she needed to pee, but it didn't make too much of a difference to him. Having the effect on her that he did was taking on a thrill of its own. His lips curled further and he started at her openly the next time she glanced his way. Her eyes widened in surprise, but this time she wouldn't (maybe couldn't?) look away from him. Instead, her cheeks heated and she shifted in her seat, all the while keeping her eyes on him. Even the slightest shiver was his to see, and they were intensifying the entire time Flitwick pressed on about weather charms.
By the end of the lesson, he had her wiggling almost as much as when she needed the loo. Draco took his time packing up, watching her as she did the same. Her movements weren't slow or controlled, but he could definitely tell she was antsy. As Flitwick left and the room cleared out, Draco walked past her as she tidied the last of her things.
“You didn't drink nearly enough water this class, pet,” he purred in a low whisper, stroking a single finger down her spine as he paused just long enough to say so, “follow me.”
He heard Hermione groan behind him, though he wasn't sure if it was out of dread or something else. Perhaps both. He didn't bother to check to see if she followed his lead, he knew she wasn't stupid enough to disobey him right now. He led her in the same direction of their next class, but instead of turning left toward the Transfiguration room door, he turned right down a hidden corridor behind a tapestry.
“Draco---”
“Wrong.”
“I mean...Master, we're gonna be late for class...”
“No, we won't,” he replied calmly, “I just want to have a quick discussion.”
“Sure,” she replied, biting her lip in worry.
“You didn't even drink a full flask of water,” he scolded, “I watched. How many do you think you could have had in that class, hm?”
“Um...I dunno, maybe....four?” she guessed, looking a little concerned.
“Probably!” he said “And yet you just sat there, squirming like a worm on a hook!” That made Hermione go extremely red as she shifted subtly from foot to foot.
“There you go again, don't tell me you have to pee already? You pissed a bucket half full not an hour ago,” he said “have you been ignoring your body that much that you can't hold off a single class?”
“No, that's not it,” she said indignantly, though Draco could tell his scolding touched a nerve, “I don't have to pee at all!”
“Oh yeah?” he challenged “is that right?”
“That's right!”
“Then why were you squirming about, hm?” he asked with a smirk. That defiant scowl melted right off her face.
“Its because...”
“You better tell me, Hermione, I asked you a direct question and you better answer your Master honestly,” Draco growled, making his voice low and threatening as he took a step closer to her. That command gave him a thrill like no other, but it made Hermione shudder too.
“I'm...I..”
“Answer me girl,” he hissed.“I was thinking about you,” she said, blushing brightly as she admitted it, “alright? I was thinking about you.” Draco smirked at her answer, trying to keep it together as his stomach did back-flips and his heart skipped a beat.
“Oh really? Thinking of me how?” he asked as he stepped closer to her. Hermione was backed up against the corner of the corridor, looking up at him. She was embarrassed, that much was obvious from her red face and wide eyes, but there was something else there too. A desperate sort of heat that made Draco just want to be as close to her as possible.
“I was thinking about....um....how it felt when you touched me,” she said, her voice a little shaken, but clear, “it felt good...”
“Do you want me to touch you like that again?” he asked her, a smile tugging on his lips.
“Oh...yes,” she gulped “please, Master...”
“Then drink four flasks of water, right now,” he demanded. Hermione wasted no time grabbing the flask of water from her bag. Were her hands shaking? Did she want him to touch her that badly? It surprised him, but he simply rested himself against the wall beside her as she unscrewed the lid and began drinking greedily from the bottle.
Draco grinned, starting to feel a little hot himself as he watched her guzzle down her liquid. She barely took breaks to breathe and trails of water dribbled from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. All of that water would be surging to come out before long. She kept going until the counter on the bottom of the flask hit five before she finally pulled it from her mouth, gasping softly.
“What a good girl,” he said in a silky tone, his fingers stroking the water off her lips, “but if you think you're going to get anything extra for drinking more water than I asked, you're wrong.”
Her lips folded into a pout against his touch and he chuckled softly, simply tilting her face up toward his. He kissed her wet lips hungrily, making her moan softly in response. It made his head spin a little, and he moved on instinct as he brushed his hand against her side. She responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck, trying to draw him close to her. He could feel heat radiating off her as he did the same. It gave him the best kind of chills. His hand traveled to her thigh as his lips moved down her neck, as they had done that morning. Hermione whimpered a low whine of pleasure against his ear and he pressed his hand between her legs through her skirt in response.
“Haaa...Master...” she sighed, shaking in his hold. Hearing that a pulse of heat straight through him and he kissed her again, his hand dipping with sudden urgency straight into her panties. She gasped at the intrusion, but didn't protest it at all. Instead, she quivered and wiggled against his fingers, and seemed only too pleased when he stroked her thoroughly with them. She was whining in moments, hands shaking as she held the front of his robes.
“You wanna get off?” he growled roughly against her ear.
“Yes...Ohhh...! Master, please I need it....” she groaned as she squirmed into his touch.
“Then you better keep those panties dry, pet,” he smirked as he pulled away, leaving her whining and whimpering and unattended to, “and don't you dare do it on your own.” He wiped his hand against his trousers as he left Hermione in the room alone, heading to class without her. He knew she would follow, or her perfect attendance record would suffer for it.
However, Hermione found that she couldn't move. She shivered as he left and the second Draco left her sight, she sunk down onto the carpeted floor below her. Every inch of her skin seemed as though it were inflamed and her own heartbeat thundered in her ears as her sex pulsed desperately between her legs. She wanted nothing, absolutely nothing more than to forget everything Draco said about not being allowed to finish herself off. As hot as she was, she could probably get two, maybe even three good orgasms in right there. Forget it! She thought with a soft groan, sitting up sharply against the wall, I agreed to hold my pee for him NOT my pleasure!
With a soft, desperate groan, Hermione bent her knees and spread her legs a little as she stuck her hand into her panties. Draco's face came to mind, his condescending voice scolding her for breaking his rules. She bit her lips against a louder cry of pleasure and moved her fingers quickly, stroking herself. Her thighs quivered and her body was rocking with pleasure; she knew she was nearly finished, so close to having her final pleasure.
And then the bell rang.
Panicked, Hermione stopped what she was doing and nearly fell over in an attempt to grab her things, last of which being her flask of water. Luckily, she was able to make it inside the Transfiguration before the last chime. She took her seat, batting off questions from Ron by saying she had dipped into the loo for a minute wee. She noticed him blushing as he grumbled about not needing to know the details. She was grateful he fell silent, but privately wondered if he was blushing because he'd been disgusted. The idea, well...it made her kind of sad as she took her notes. Was her kink really all that disgusting? Urine was actually pretty clean in comparison to other things. Though she didn't like thinking about if Ron would approve or not. That was a matter for a different time. At the moment, all she could do to keep herself from rubbing herself into a pleasured frenzy was their lesson. Not that Draco staring at her was helping her much with that.
Oh, that's right, Hermione thought as he caught her in a stare for the second time in class, I'm supposed to be drinking out of this the whole time. I'm really gonna have to go before dinner....
She lifted the bottle her lips anyway though, and drank throughout the class. By the end of it her stomach was a little swollen, but it wasn't all that painful. In fact, she sort of liked the way it felt, especially when she gave her water filled tummy a slight push. It gave her girlhood a light tickle and she licked her lips at the familiar feeling. That first little pull on her bladder felt so good when she so badly wanted pleasure. It made her wonder, though, just how good would it feel if she could piss desperately and orgasm at the same time? And how much better would it feel with Draco watching? Hermione shuddered and pulled the bottle to her lips again and didn't stop until she'd drained it once more.
By the time she had sat down (and oh so gingerly did she do so) to eat lunch with her house, Hermione's stomach wasn't the only liquid swollen organ in her body. Her bladder was hard and straining against the fabric of her clothes. Her legs were twisted together under the long table, sweating cold as she drank goblet after goblet of pumpkin juice. She was so full but it felt so good to keep adding more and more inside her. Just the excitement of knowing how she was going to explode later made it endlessly worth it.
On her third cup of juice, she glanced over at the Slytherin table, finding Draco among the throng of green and silver stripped students. He was watching her again, though she noted how surprised he looked. She smirked and drank another goblet full of juice. It made her squirm and it was all Hermione had in her not to moan aloud as her bladder gave a sharp tug, begging for her to release it. Most of all, she loved the excuse it gave her to grip her lady tight in her hand, rocking into the pressure it gave. Shivers of pleasure raced through her, making her bladder pound. She had to go so, so bad! And it felt so, so good...
When the bell rang for their afternoon classes, Hermione was trembling bad enough that Draco could see it from across the Great Hall. He never expected she'd willingly drink so much by lunch time. He swallowed, watching her stand up from the table. He loved the way her face screwed up, flushing red as she pressed her legs together. He watched her shiver, frozen for a moment before shifting her weight and crossing her knees as subtly as she was able. Draco grinned as he watched the display, realizing as she gave herself a quick squeeze what was going on. Having to pee so badly while suffering through her more passionate needs was turning her on. He was still smirking as he headed down to their double potions lesson. What would he get to see? Would she wet herself if he made her orgasm on a full bladder? Or maybe would releasing all her water make her come? He wasn't sure which out come he wanted to see more.
Regardless, he was happy to sit behind her in potions and watch the show. He glanced at the clock, musing over the time. Double potions included one hour of theory and one hour of brewing. They went right into Herbology as their last class and at ended at 3 o'clock. Dinner began at 5 o'clock; judging by the way Hermione was moving already, she wouldn't be able to hold on for five more hours. And Draco was in no mood to be kind and let her have her way, no matter how hard she begged. He'd already decided what her options were going to be. Hermione Granger was either going to safeword out of her hold, or she was going to be punished further for wetting those pretty panties of hers. He could barely hear Snape lecture on as he envisioned Hermione's pale blue panties with their white hearts and lace trim. He couldn't wait to see them drenched and dark, those white hearts faintly yellowed. The fact her underwear were always so innocent looking just added to how much he loved to see them soaked.
A small noise in front of him alerted him to Hermione's continuing struggle. He watched with glee as she wiggled in her chair, pressing her thighs together tightly. He knew what it meant for her to be squirming like that openly. He was absolutely correct about her not being able to hold it until after dinner. And he had the perfect punishment planned for her after she spent all her liquids, too...
Hermione knew she was in some big trouble around a half hour into double potions. It seemed like the walk down to the cool dungeons, sitting in the dark room, and listening to the demonstration cauldron bubbling antagonized her bladder way more than she thought it would. She just couldn't sit still at all and her pee kept pushing against the only exit it had. If I even let my guard down for one second, she thought, trembling in her chair, it'll start to come out! To be honest, she was a little worried about making it to the end of dinner dry. She glanced at the clock and did the math, groaning slightly. Five whole hours! Not to mention waiting at the table, drinking even MORE juice. She pressed her thighs together at the thought of it, her bladder pulsing.
Still....the hot feeling between her legs persisted, getting worse because she was just so full of liquids. It was like walking on the dagger's edge. Being so full felt so good and made her so hot. She wanted even more inside her until she burst! She bit her lip against a hard gasp as her hand dove between her legs, gripping herself hard. She could feel it, her pee tickling her hole as her bladder throbbed viciously. Moments passed and the throbbing sensation just got even worse! Panicking, she held herself tightly with both hands, crossing her legs for added pressure. No! If...If I get my panties wet, even just a little, I'll be in trouble! she thought in agony. She whined softly, twisting in her chair as she fought against her urine, grinding her fingers against herself. Oooh...that feels good...Hermione blushed, rubbing herself a little bit through her panties as her bladder continued to thunder for release. Her body trembled, heat flooding through her body. She gulped, shaking as she rubbed a little harder. Her thighs quaked, body giving a shudder as pleasure rolled over her. It was all she could do not to moan aloud in class. I'm barely doing anything at all, but...being so full feels sooo good...all I want to do is keep touching myself...
Suddenly the crotch of her panties bloomed hot and wet, a rush of liquid splashing against her fingers. She bit down on her lip, her movements coming to a grinding halt. Her bladder thrashed angrily, pushing another two, then three, then four more hot spurts against her hand. She shivered, all the heat draining from her body, replaced instead with icy fear. I...I peed...my panties are all wet...she thought, fear tightening a knot in her stomach. She was gonna be in so much trouble! Draco was already mad at her. If he decided to check after class, he'd know what she did. But...she couldn't deny how good it felt. Losing control like that while she rubbed against herself like that was amazing.
If she hadn't been so scared of breaking her rules, she might have found her final pleasure, sitting right there in the middle of Snape's lecture. The idea rose heat in her cheeks, and between her legs once again. What if she just did it anyway? Right there in class, touching herself through her wet panties until she came. She could almost feel her orgasm bursting through her body, all her pent up liquid coming right with it. She'd sit there, shaking in pleasure and perfect mortification as her piss poured out of her between spread legs, splashing loudly onto the stone floor in front of the entire class. She could imagine everyone's faces, the shock, the disgust, and all the things they'd call her. Imaginary shame rolled through her, making her feel hot and cold. She could never do that, but oh god how amazing it would be if she did. What would Draco do? Would he be mad? Shocked? Would he like to see it? Maybe if she pissed like that in class, she'd be off the hook for a deeper punishment.
Her wistful thinking was interrupted by the transition from lecture to lab practice. Partially, she was relieved for the distraction. It gave her something else to focus on besides her leaking bladder. She needed a good few moments to calm herself down, and leaking the way she did made it a little easier for her to hold the rest in. She set up her station and ingredients for the potion they'd be brewing that day before getting in line to fill her cauldron with water. Draco got in line behind her, making her heart pound. The last time he stood behind her in a line, he slid his hand under her skirt. If he did that now he'd find wet panties.
She gulped, trying not to appear nervous as nervous as she was. It made her shift her weight anyway, nervous agitating her bladder. More than that, the constant splashing of the water spout into everyone's cauldron's was driving her mad with desire. She licked her lips, looking at the gargoyle's head with water flowing from its mouth. There was no basin, just a dip in the floor with a large drain so it was easier to move the cauldrons underneath. She suddenly envisioned standing before the spout, filling her cauldron with water as she spread her legs over the drain, bladder bursting through her now cold panties, rushing even faster than the water coming from the gargoyle's mouth.
She practically salivated at the fantasy until she was next in line, her bladder throbbing. She moved from foot to foot, swallowing before moving her cauldron under the fast flowing water. Seeing it splash into her cauldron was a wonderful nightmare. Almost immediately, her cold panties warmed with a fresh dribble of urine. She whimpered, the sound drowned out by the splashing water, and pressed her thighs together.
“My my my,” Draco drawled softly from behind her, making her go very still, “such a naughty girl.”
Oh God he knows!!! Hermione thought, panic filling her to the core. She said nothing, only shivered lightly as he leaned a little closer to her until she could feel his hot breath against her ear.
“Are you really so stupid to think I don't know EXACTLY what you look like when you piss yourself?” he whispered, leaving her shaking. She finished filling her cauldron and pulled away, daring to turn around to look at him. He was smirking, malice in his eyes. She quickly moved passed him and sat down at her station, setting up her cauldron with trembling hands. He knew. He absolutely knew. But wait...if he knows, then...does it matter if I pee a little more? I already broke the rules for the day...but maybe I shouldn't risk making him more mad...
She chopped up her ingredients, measuring everything out perfectly all while battling her bladder. She sat down again, lowering the heat on her cauldron to a low simmer as per the directions. The potions would brew until about five minutes before the end of class. Now she just had to wait, the class having been instructed to study for an upcoming test while the potions brewed. She pulled out her water flask as she opened her book. The idea of putting more water into her body was both exciting and dreadful. She gulped through bottle after bottle as she finished the chapter until she couldn't fit another drop of liquid into her body, even if she wanted to. Her stomach and her bladder were straining hard against the fabric of her clothes, pulsing hard. It felt so good and so bad all at once.
Shivering, she rubbed her hand over her swollen tummy, the barest of touches sending sharp, but not painful, pangs of pressure into her bladder. It was like everything she drank settled directly into the organ, filling her up to the rock hard brim. Her hand trailed slowly down from her stomach to her protruding bladder, gingerly squeezing it. Silently gasping, she locked her legs together as tight as she could. For a moment, she really thought she was going to piss right then and there. Her body was throbbing all over, not just in her bladder, but that was where it was certainly more intense. She immediately shoved her hand between her legs, grinding herself against the pressure and pleasure it offered.
Hermione had no idea how she made it through the lesson without wetting herself. She supposed slowly masturbating without allowing herself to have the pleasure her body craved had something to do with it. She'd never thought about using that method to hold in her pee, but it was by far her new favorite. The bell rang, startling her, and then everything went fuzzy. She couldn't feel her bladder pulling desperately within her anymore, only a harsh pressure as she stood to put away her things. Body shaking, ears buzzing, she didn't register Ron and Harry talking to her before leaving. She figured she must have mumbled out an answer, because they left quickly. The class and its professor all emptied out while she stood there, frozen, as the pressure in her lower tummy just continued to intensify. She was barely aware that she'd moved to hold herself, barely aware she was sweating cold and shaking. All in one moment, she became sharply of only three things. One, she was standing in the nearly empty potions classroom. Two, Draco Malfoy was standing directly in front of her. And three, she suddenly didn't have to pee anymore...
Draco's lips curved into a wicked grin as he watched her during the potions lab. She wasn't going to make it to dinner. She wasn't going to make it to Herbology, either. And quite honestly, he would be completely surprised if this didn't end with her wetting herself fully before the bell rang. He knew she had already wet her panties during the theory portion of the lesson. Draco knew her body language, especially when she'd started leaking. From her position alone, he knew it had been the kind that fully soaked her panties through. Good thing he already had her punishment sitting in the bottom of his bag.
He watched her as the bell rang, not bothering to clean his things straight away. He saw her jump at the sound that marked the end of their lesson, and he knew the movement marked the beginning of her demise. He put his books and quills and cauldron away, all keeping an eye on her. Hermione moved slowly, barely nodding in acknowledgment when Potter and Weasley said they needed something from the common room before heading to Herbology. Her hands shook as she put her things away, cleaning up everything on the desk before she slowly got to her feet. The class emptied out and Snape left through his private door in the back, leaving Draco alone with Hermione as she trembled in place, eyes glazed over. Her trembles evolved into full blown shaking and she moved her hand between her legs as she broke out in a cold sweat. It did nothing for her.
Draco could barely contain a wicked laugh of victory as Hermione's legs suddenly snapped apart, her hand bunched in the front of her skirt as a torrent of piss cascaded down from between her legs, spraying the stone at her feet so hard the splash echoed in the empty chamber. Draco kept a calm, cool countenance about him as he moved to stand in front of her. Clarity slowly seeped into her brown pools, the haze of utter desperation fading away. He smirked as the realization of what she was doing washed over her, loving the way her cheeks burned red in humiliation and tears bubbled up into her eyes.
“Oh no...” she whimpered, looking down at the ground as her bladder emptied forcefully on the classroom floor, “no...no, don't...M-Master...don't look....”
She pulled her hands out of her skirt and buried her face into them, legs giving out and sending her back into her chair. Her piss sprayed the wooden seat, flowing over the edge and back into the puddle around her. She started crying, truly crying, as her flood came to a wavering stop.
“Are you done?” Draco asked in an icy tone.
“N-no...” she bawled into her hands, shaking in her wet chair.
“Hn. There's no point in stopping when you've already made such a huge mess,” he said, but before he could even give her permission to finish, she yanked her skirt up and pulled her soaking panties down to her knees as another flow erupted out of her bare hole, arching over the edge of her chair and splattering directly into her growing puddle.
“I'm sorry...I'm s-so sorry...I tr-tried to w-wait but it...it just started c-coming out...” she bawled into her hands.
Draco just chuckled darkly.
“I can't believe you,” he snorted, “pulling your panties down like that. What are you trying to save?”
“I'm s-s-sorry....” she sobbed, her pee finally coming to a trickling end. He watched as she rubbed her face, hiccuping and sniffling and shaking.
“You're such a baby,” he said coldly, making her whimper, lower lip trembling, “You sat there and pissed yourself like a toddler. If that's what you're going to do, then thats how I'm going to treat you from now on.”
Hermione sniffled, shivering as she looked up at him. Draco loved what he saw; raw relief, shame, and arousal. He reached out and gently touched her cheek. She flinched initially at the touch, but he just stroked his fingers gingerly, taking tears away with his touch.
“Draco...?” she asked timidly, sniffling.
“Come on,” he said, tone turning gentle, “time to clean up.”
She sniffled and nodded, standing up on wobbly feet. She reached for her wand, but Draco took her hand in his.
“No, not like that,” he said. Wordlessly, he vanished away her puddle and shrunk her things so they would fit in his bag.
“Pull up your panties, Hermione,” he said, inwardly grinning at the face she made as she slid her cold, soiled panties back onto her body. He took her by the hand and led her out of the room, knowing the dungeons would be deserted by now. He led her into a small broom cupboard and the chill of it seemed to make Hermione more uncomfortable.
“Take off your shoes, socks, panties, and skirt. Is your shirt wet too?” he asked. Hermione shook her head in response and started undressing, putting her wet things in a pile. She stood shyly in front of him, pulling her shirt down to hide her girlhood from site. Her legs shimmered wet down to her feet with slowly drying urine. Draco knelt in front of her, making her squeak softly and blush. He pulled out a cloth from his bag and spelled it wet, then warm.
“Draco, what...” she began, and then gave a surprised gasp as he slid the warm cloth up the inside of her thigh. She went very tense as he started to clean her up, then sighed, relaxing a little. Draco smiled, gliding the warm rag up and down her legs, before sliding it between her thighs.
“Oh...” Hermione sighed softly, spreading her legs with smile gracing her lips.
“Like that, do we?” he grinned.
“Mmhm...” she murmured, lifting her shirt up a little as he rubbed her clean. He probably rubbed his warm cloth against her for too long because she let out a quiet moan and started quivering at the knees. Chuckling, he kissed her inner thigh.
“No,” he murmured, pulling away from her, “toddlers don't get orgasms, that's a big girl thing.”
“But Draco...” she whined softly.
“You were naughty,” he said simply, “you don't get to.”
Hermione whimpered again and just hung her head.
“Its time for your next punishment,” he said, making her look at him in fear. He loved that look.
“But....But I already...”
“Just because you cried and felt bad doesn't mean that was your punishment,” Draco said, “I said it before, and I'll say it again. You're no better than a toddler who needs toilet training. That's exactly what we're going to do.”
As long as he would live, Draco Malfoy was certain he would never see something so glorious as the shock and embarrassment that dropped Hermione's jaw and brought a blush brighter than the dawn to her face.
“What?!”
He just smirked and pulled something out of his bag. He had several pairs of panties in his hands, all in the innocent style Hermione liked to keep. She looked confused at first.
“Spread your legs,” he instructed, holding a pair out in front of her, “now, it took me some time to get them properly spelled...”
His explanation was interrupted by a sharp gasp from Hermione.“Are these--!?”
“Nappies? No...think of them more like...training panties. But they've been spelled to feel like the real thing. If you wet, you won't make a big mess like you did earlier. You can go whenever you feel like it, but you have to come get me for a new pair when you need them. They won't absorb forever, after all. You still have to come get me for permission to go pee, and we'll try and find you somewhere to go before you wet them.”
“Draco, this is---”
“Something you need, Hermione, don't question me,” he said sharply, making her bow her head in shame, “Its not my fault you don't know how to hold your pee.”
“Yes, Master...” she mumbled, blushing red.
“Oh and last thing,” he smiled, going through his bag again. He plucked up a vial from among his things, handing it over to her.
“Drink this now,” he ordered. She looked confused, and definitely a little wary, but didn't argue.
“What was that?” she asked once she'd drained the vial.
“It's going to reset your bladder limits,” he smiled cheerfully, regardless of how appalled she looked, “so, Miss Toddler, you now have a bladder to match.”
((Okay, sorry it wasn't on time, but we had to fight with our new internet company! In the meantime, waiting for that I added to the chapter so its really...really long. Like holy crap. I hope you all liked it!)) |
Chapter 11: Stubbornness (Draco)
“You did WHAT to me?” Hermione asked in a demanding tone, eyes narrowed. Oh, she looked marvelously livid and Draco had to smirk. No other girl manage to look so very ticked off wearing only her shirt and pair of panties spelled to replicate training pants.
“What did you really expect?” he asked, crossing his arms.
“To be treated with some...some shred of dignity at least!”
Draco scoffed, shaking his head.
“You? Dignity? You stood openly at your desk in potions, spread your legs, and had a pee,” Draco stated in a matter of fact tone, making Hermione blush scarlet. Still, she continued to glare angrily at him and in turn crossed her arms as well.
“Your hold was impossible! No one could do it!” she said “You set me up!”
“And you were foolish enough to try,” Draco grinned, “You could have used your safeword and gotten up to use the toilet.”
Hermione looked like she'd been delivered a blow.
“I...”
“But you didn't want to, did you? You wanted to hold it until you burst. I watched you all day, filling yourself until you couldn't hold it anymore. You didn't care where you were or if you broke your rules. That's why you started wetting yourself in potions.”
“Shut up! That's not...”
“Did you just tell me to shut up?” Draco asked, voice turning rather cold, and far too calm. She snapped her jaw shut and swallowed.
“You broke your word to me on Halloween, ignored me, broke your rules today, AND this is how you treat me when I try to help you?”
“This isn't helping me!” she pressed, stirring herself up to look irritated again, “I can hold it just fine! I know when I need to go, alright? You...you know I like to wet myself! I choose to, its not because I can't wait to get to a toilet.”
“So you don't want to wear the training panties, is that it?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, I don't,” she said firmly, stubbornness in her tone.
“Fine,” he said, “Take them off.”
It was clear by the look on her face that she was surprised he gave in so easily. She almost looked a little distrusting, but it passed. She pulled off the training panties and gave them back to Draco, who folded them up and put them back in his bag. Then, he spelled her old panties and other wet things clean and dry before giving them back to her. Hermione thanked him softly and got dressed.
“So,” Draco smiled, “I noticed you came up with a new holding technique today.”
Hermione blushed and looked over at him while she tucked her shirt into her skirt.
“Erm, well...it felt good...and I could focus on feeling uh...”
“Horny?”
“Aroused,” she corrected, pink in the face as she fixed her messy hair, “instead of having to wee.”
“Except there's a flaw in that, I noticed,” Draco pointed out, making Hermione blush a little more.
“Yeah, a bit...I really hadn't meant to leak during potions theory,” she sighed, “it just...felt too good.”
“Well, now you know,” he said with a shrug, moving to pick up his things, “Oh, Hermione?”
“Yes?”
“You're done for today,” he said, “and if you change your mind about the training panties, come and talk to me tomorrow after breakfast.”
“Sure,” she said “But I really would rather not wear them...”
Draco nodded and headed out of the broom cupboard, leaving her behind. No need for anyone at school to see them walking to Herbology together. Besides, Hermione seemed to have been completely distracted by the training panties to really take in the potion itself. He couldn't let her catch on before reality hit. He headed out the front door to the greenhouses with a bit of a spring in his step. He'd been planing on being nice and giving her some protection, but no. Hermione wanted her dignity. Well, they'd see if she had any of that left by tomorrow morning!
He set up his station in class with the other members of his house. He didn't particularly care for this subject, but he appreciated it none the less. As the rest of the class filled in, Hermione included, Professor Sprout went over the proper technique for harvesting jumping beans. He rolled his eyes behind her back. This was going to be aggressively annoying. Jumping beans, if the name hadn't been an indication, jump. And apparently they did not like to be harvested. This was just going to be an entire lesson where he and all his classmates would be chasing beans around a greenhouse for an hour. They each had to collect ten and she bid them good luck.
Grumbling under his breath about educators who don't actually EDUCATE, Draco pulled his gloves on and headed to the nearest bean. He did give it his best shot, but the bean shot right out of his hand. He wasn't alone, and as predicted, the whole class was running around chasing beans. Well, everyone with the exception of Hermione Granger.
Its not that she didn't need to run, either, Draco grinned as he watched her beans scatter all over as well. Oh no, she was dancing around just as much as those beans were. From the looks of things, filling up with water and then taking a potion to have her bladder imitate that of a toddler was making bean collecting a touch difficult. Ah, but bless her heart, she was still trying. Every time she'd get close to a bean, it would jump off and bounce away. She'd bend over a little to try and pick it up, but snap back immediately with her hands between her legs. It didn't look like she was giving herself much pleasure with it this time, either.
Draco glanced around, making sure the rest of the class was occupied with running around after their own beans before sauntering over to Hermione.
“Need a hand?” he asked, since she did have one pressed permanently into her crotch as she shifted her weight around.
“Ah, Draco, I...” she said, looking at him helplessly, “I... I have to pee...I have to do it right now!”
“You just went fifteen minutes ago,” he said chidingly.
“But I drank too much water,” she groaned, her second hand joining the first as she bent her knees.
“And who's fault is that?”
“.....Mine...” she admitted softly, thighs pressing hard together.
“And, there's one other thing,” he mused, “your bladder is a little harder to control now, Miss Toddler.”
Hermione suddenly gasped, but Draco would never know if it was because she'd remembered the potion that had initially upset her so much, or if it was because urine was streaming steadily down her crossed legs. He watched with mirth as she quietly struggled, bouncing and dancing to stop the flow, even shoving the folds of her skirt between her legs to absorb the liquid. Regardless, her urine pattered to the greenhouse floor, quickly creating a pool in the pressed soil. Eventually she gave up and squatted down, trying to hide behind some potted ferns as she emptied her bladder. Luckily for her, no one besides Draco saw the little performance and Hermione shakily stood up when she was finished.
“I...I didn't mean to do that...” she said in a low whisper, looking truly upset, “I just...it just started coming...”
“I told you didn't I?” Draco said as he graciously cleaned her up with a wave of his wand, “you've got a toddler's bladder now. A baby can't hold all what you drank today.”
It seemed to truly dawn on her what he meant and she nibbled her lip nervously. He could almost see the wheels turning in her head, trying perhaps to remember how she fared in her potty training as a very little girl. As she thought, she looked around at her classmates, and the nervousness in her expression grew.
“I...won't be able to hold it...I'll have to go as soon as I feel like I need to,” she said lowly, “but...that means during classes, if I have to go...” Hermione looked back down at the floor where her puddle once was and turned brilliantly red. She was lucky they had been in Herbology. If they had been in another class, everyone would have noticed her peeing for sure.
“Very sharp, Hermione,” he smiled, “looks like its time you started paying close attention to your body, eh?”
Draco chuckled as she scowled at him, a pout hidden in the displeasured expression. Hermione got frustrated and moved away from him, easily able to run about after her beans without a full bladder. Draco moved to do the same, after all he wasn't about to let his grades suffer. His father was furious that they were lower than Hermione's anyway, even more so considering her background. Personally, Draco was starting question why that even mattered at all. He was second in his year and he worked hard enough. Banishing the thoughts from his mind, for he very much preferred not to think of his father and school at the same time, Draco collected his beans to hand in and left Herbology with high marks.
Chapter: 12 Caught
I can not believe this....! Hermione thought, sitting at the Gryffindor table for dinner, legs crossed desperately underneath it. Draco was right about that potion, it really had returned her bladder back to the way it was when she was a little girl. Hermione blushed faintly at the thought as she gripped herself tightly through her skirt. How could Draco have known that she'd had a weak bladder until she'd come to Hogwarts? Back before the troll attacked her in the toilet, she never was able to hold her urine comfortably for more than a half hour at a time. Needing a wee in the middle of class was literally her worse fear back then, and there had been a couple of times where she'd barely made it afterwords. Still, the fear of public toilets she'd developed after that encounter had helped her to develop a stronger ability to hold, and also led to her discovery of liking doing so.
Still, being forced to sit at her dining table, surrounded by her housemates, and moments away from wetting her knickers was not appealing in the slightest. She nibbled her lip nervously, her bladder contracting. It wasn't painful, but it was ever increasing and she knew with a severely weakened bladder, she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. If I get up, it'll start coming out...She thought, swallowing hard as she tightened her legs together, sitting forward a little. She managed to hold on for a few more minutes before a desperate pulse forced a squirt of pee into her panties. She whimpered quietly, threading her lip between her teeth. She slipped her fingers under her skirt and squeezed herself, but only succeeded in getting her hand all wet when the next spurt came. And the next. She shook, unable to fully stop the last one that came. A restricted trickle flowed slowly through her fingers, wetting her bottom and thighs. She gulped, knowing there was nothing left she could do. Trembling as the trickle suddenly went full force, she yanked the crotch of her panties to the side and pissed on the floor under the cover of the wooden long table. It felt amazing, at first, but then Harry came and sat down next to her.
“Hey,” he greeted, sounding slightly irritated, but that was because Ron was sitting across the way with Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan, not them.
“Hi Harry,” Hermione managed to return weakly. She was still peeing, certain that the only reason Harry couldn't hear the hissing pour or splashing puddle was because the Great Hall was filled with chatter. She cleared her throat, subtly moving her fingers out of her underwear while he glared back over where Ron sat. The cloth moved back into place, pleasurably soaking warm as she continued to piss next to her best friend.
“You alright, Hermione?” he asked, making her blush.
“Yeah, I just...Today's been long is all,” she said, feigning an apologetic, tired look. He nodded, shrugging as he pulled a plate of chicken toward him. Hermione relaxed a little bit, feeling her wee come to an end, then stop.
“Ugh! Who spilled their drink!?” An older student on the other side of the bench demanded to know, “Its all warm and just got into my sneakers!”
Hermione's face burned with humiliation as Harry glanced up the table for a tipped glass. She needed to get out of there before they put together that it wasn't pumpkin juice that Hermione spilled to the floor. She waited a little bit, long enough for everyone to deny spilling their drinks, before looking over at Harry.
“Sorry, but I think I'm going to turn in for the night,” she told him, yawning.
“Sure, see you,” he said with a nod, taking his own drink in hand as she got up quickly from the table.
She left the Great Hall quickly and ducked into the girl's bathroom to dry her skirt and panties. She hadn't done much damage. Still, having such a weak bladder made her nervous. Ordinarily, she knew her limits and could work with that to bring her to a pleasured state. With this, she was never sure when the urge would strike, never sure how long she had to enjoy the desperation. And never sure when or where her bladder would decide to void itself. Herbology had been lucky, there had been an active assignment and somewhere to hide her accident. The second time she'd needed the loo, she went right away and was able to make it. But that one victory made her overconfident, and so with a filling bladder she went down to dinner. Obviously, that had been a mistake.
Maybe I do need the training panties...she thought, worried about how she was going to take her classes tomorrow as she headed up to the tower. She greeted her dorm mates as she headed to the shower. There was only so much a cleaning charm would do, after all. She changed into a pair of pale pink panties and a cream colored pair of pajama bottoms with a matching tank top. She dried her hair and braided it up so as not to be strangled in the night by her long curly hair before heading back to her four poster bed. She drew the curtains and paused to pick out a pick to read before falling asleep. Remarkably, she was starting to feel thirsty again and her eyes came to rest on the water pitcher on her bedside table. Oh....I really shouldn't....She thought, ignoring it entirely.
She settled into her pillows and started reading. The longer she read, the thirstier she got. She tried so hard to ignore it, but her throat felt like a desert, her tongue like sandpaper. She hadn't had anything to drink since she'd burst at the end of potions class. It had been hours and she was so, so thirsty. I can't take it...! I guess its fine if I wait long enough and go pee before I go to bed... With that thought, she set the book aside and poured herself a glass of cool water. It felt so soothing on her parched throat. She ended up draining three glasses before she was sated. She climbed back into bed and opened her book, returning to where she'd left off. There, its fine, she said to convince herself, I'll just read until I feel like I need to go, I'll make it, and then go to sleep...
It was a good plan, Hermione was convinced. She read on, getting caught up in her story until the other girls were long in bed, a floating ball of light illuminating her drawn curtains so she could continue. She was reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard and was utterly fascinated by Wizarding fairy tales. She liked the stories so much she got completely lost in them until her eyes started to droop. The words seemed to drift off the page, the book falling from her hand as her head fell back against her pillow. As she drifted asleep, the ball of light she'd conjured to help her read in the dark faded away...
Draco sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, sipping tea and eating his breakfast. It was a Saturday, as well as another day Hogsmade Village was open to the student body. However, he'd elected not to attend. He had a hunch of sorts where Hermione was concerned. Firstly, because she was not at the breakfast table with Potter and they'd been eating early as of late. Second, he knew that his potion would still be effecting her bladder. He sipped his tea with a smirk as the Gryffindor girls in their year came down, giggling quietly amongst themselves. He didn't hear much of their conversation, but Hermione's name had been mentioned at least twice.
At long last, Hermione finally came through the double doors. Draco noted that she looked rather sullen, eyes cast down as she moved to the table. She sat at the end, far away from the girls, but once she sat down they were all giggling again, with the exception of Lavender Brown who seemed to find some sympathy for her. Watching Hermione himself, he realized that the girl was heavily embarrassed. She wasn't eating or drinking anything, just sitting in front of her meal with her hands into her skirt, head bowed. Her face was red and with a frown Draco realized her eyes were too. Had she been crying? An odd sensation twisted in his stomach as he gazed down at his own breakfast. He did like the idea of making her cry. She'd cried before out of embarrassment because of his punishment, but he hadn't felt that they were real tears of any true meaning. This look was different though, this made her look humiliated, small even.
I suppose even Hermione Granger can be knocked down a few pegs...but isn't that what I'm here for? Draco thought with a light smirk as he glanced back up at her. To his surprise, Hermione was looking straight at him. Her expression was flushed, eyes definitely glossy with tears, and she looked desperate. Maybe not for the loo exactly, but there was a certain amount of hope in her expression. Thankfully, like her he was eating alone, so he simply finished his meal and got up to leave. He figured she would do the same, so he went into an alcove near the Great Hall that was never used, just in case he had been mistaken about her needs. Moments later, as expected, Hermione came right in.
“Well, looks like you've had an interesting morning,” he smiled, causing an immediate blush to flood Hermione's cheeks.
“Did...did they tell anyone?” she asked, her voice timid and fearful.
“Hm? Tell anyone what?” he smiled.
“Draco, I'm serious, what were they saying this morning?” she asked intently.
“Who are we talking about, exactly?” he asked, playing innocent. He loved the reaction he was getting from her.
“Draco! The girls from my house in our year! Did they...did they say anything about me when they came down to breakfast?” she asked in exasperation, blushing more by the word and looking very near to crying again.
“Hmm...well, they didn't say anything to anyone besides themselves,” he mused, “but they were quite giggly. Your name came up more than once...I wonder, being so worried about it, is there something you'd like to tell me?”
Hermione nibbled her bottom lip, looking as embarrassed as ever. It was kind of cute to watch her fussing with the hem of her skirt, then twiddle her fingers as a hot red blush bloomed up her neck.
“I...” she started, but then sighed, looking down at her shoes in defeat, “yes, there is something.”
“Oh? Do tell,” he smirked.
“I...I want to apologize about yesterday...I...I'll wear them,” she said softly, “I want to wear the training panties.”
“Hmm...now why are you suddenly changing your mind about that?” he asked gleefully, “I could only think of one thing...”
At his words she blushed even worse than she was, tears bubbling to her eyes, but she didn't say anything.
“I think I know,” he smiled. Hermione closed her eyes, turning away from him.
“Draco, please---”
“You got caught,” he smirked. Hermione whimpered.
“Please...please just give me the training panties, I don't...”
“You don't want to get caught again,” he finished the sentence, “because you still can't control your bladder very well, can you, Little Miss Toddler?”
“Draco...stop,” she sniffled, burying her face in her hands, “I'm sorry...so...so please...”
“You were very rude about it yesterday,” he mused “Maybe having your housemates catch you isn't enough punishment for me. Maybe I want to watch you lose it in front of an audience.”
“No! Please not that...not yet...”
“Not yet?” he questioned. She went from red to pale in seconds, staring at him wide eyed.
“Oh, I see, you hadn't meant to say that did you?” he chuckled “Oh dear, how naughty...you want to get caught now?”
“No! Not...not now...” she blushed, “Draco, please I'm not ready for that yet...I...I need to build it up...so...so I need them, the training panties...I'll do anything if you let me wear them.”
“You know, I love it when you beg, Hermione,” he smirked, leaning against the wall, “Let's see...how about you tell me what those girls caught you doing, for starters, and then I want to watch the memory of it with you.”
“Oh Merlin, please not that...” she said, looking almost sickly at the thought. Was what happened truly that horrifying? Oh he had to see.
“Its either that, or you can't have them,” he said. Hermione pouted and looked at the floor.
“I...I peed in my bed,” she said softly as Draco smirked in victory, his assumption correct.
“Lets see it then,” he grinned devilishly as he pulled out his pocket pensive.
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Hey everyone! I went ahead and included both chapters in one post because 11 was pretty short. 13 is going to be much longer and take me some time to work on, so hopefully this will do until the next update! Thanks so much for reading! |
Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! Sorry it took so very long for this to get updated, the chapter ended up being quite long. Thanks so much for reading, hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 13: Training Panties
Hermione blushed, looking away from the pensive, but she reluctantly put her wand to her temple and pulled a shinning, silvery memory forward. Draco gestured toward the pensive and she came forward, hesitating.
“You know, its not really all that exciting....” she mumbled, knowing that Draco wouldn't budge from his decision.
“Put it in, Hermione,” he ordered with a smirk. She sighed and dropped the memory in the pool, watching with a sick feeling in her stomach as it swirled about. Draco's other hand came forward and wrapped tenderly around hers as they were sucked into the memory. She found it oddly comforting and interlaced her fingers with his as the Gryffindor girls dorm came into view around them. Draco didn't question it, or pull away. Hermione was grateful for it too, as the events from the morning began to play out
Immediately obvious was Hermione's four poster bed, curtains shut around her. The book was still on her pillow and the pitcher of water on her nightstand was a third empty. Draco saw it and chuckled to himself, eyes shifting over to Hermione, sound asleep in her bed. Or, at least asleep, but whether or not it was sound...well, that was questionable.
Hermione watched herself, obviously caught between that awake-asleep moment. She was twisted in several layers of sheets and blankets, squirming. Her thighs were quivering where they were visible, legs twisting in and out of the covers as she rolled from side to side. She was breathing heavily, brows furrowed in distress.
“Well, well...” Draco mused as he watched her whimper in her sleep, “someone needs the loo, eh? I wonder, were you dreaming about it?”
“I don't remember,” Hermione said softly, not looking at him. Draco would get to that later, for now he was more interested in watching Hermione wet her bed.
“Mmmmm...!” Memory-Hermione whined, gasping slightly as she kicked her covers off and then tightly cross her legs, hips shimmying with desperation. She quivered a moment, then rolled her her left side, face flushed and crumpled in discomfort. There was an obvious wet stain in the crotch of her cream colored pajama bottoms. Every now and then, Memory-Hermione would give a little whimper or a groan and a few bursts of piss would gush down her leg. Her pants were wet enough that he could see her pink panties glistening beneath them and Draco was quite enjoying the show. Suddenly, she gasped, eyes snapping open and her hand flying between her legs as she sat up.
“Ohhh...!” she groaned softly, biting down on her lip as she squirmed in her half made puddle on the bed. Her brown eyes glanced around her curtained bed, wincing as she heard the sounds of the girls in her dorm. Most unfortunately, the shower was running too which meant the bathroom was occupied.
“Hermione, are you awake yet?” one of the girls called, “I thought you were coming with us to Hogsmade?”
“I...” she called, voice squeaking as a stream of pee dribbled through her fingers, “I um...I'm not really feeling well, so...Aaaah! Who..who's in the loo?”
“Parvati,” called a different girl, “whats the matter? Gotta wee or does your stomach hurt?”
“You girls will talk about anything, won't you?” Draco chuckled, grinning at Hermione as she flamed red beside him.
“I...I really need a wee!” Hermione gasped as more pee gushed through her hand and into her bed. Hermione struggled, desperately trying to stem the flow, but only barely managed to weaken it, and then only for a brief moment. Hermione shivered, biting her lip against a groan of relief, eyes closing. She spread her legs as she succumbed to the torrent of liquid leaving her body as it sprayed heavily from her hole, gushing an arch straight through her soaked panties and pajama bottoms where it splashed into a growing puddle in her sheets.
“Just get dressed and go down to the common room's bathroom,” came an off handed suggestion “you know Parvati is going to take forever.”
Memory-Hermione didn't answer her though, she was already forcefully emptying her bladder into her bed, body sagging in defeated relief. The chatter stopped at Hermione's silence and there was a very pregnant pause. There were only two sounds in the girls dorm; the distant patter of the shower, and the distinct sound of Hermione violently wetting her sheets. It was more than a minute until the hissing stopped, leaving the poor girl wet and trembling in her soaked bed.
“Oh my God...!”“Haha, are you serious!?”“Hermione....? Did you just....?”
Two girls were laughing and one seemed sympathetic.
“Hermione, why don't you just go downstairs?” taunted a giggler.
“Yeah its not far, just down the stairs, you can hold it right?”
“Its not like you're a first year anymore!”“Guys, that's mean...”
“Oh hush Lavender...Hermione?”
“I um...” Hermione whimpered, tears bubbling down her cheeks as she shivered in her obviously cooling urine.
“It smells a bit, doesn't it? Hehe...Like pee.”
At that Memory-Hermione buried her face in her hands and started to cry softly, but loud enough for it to be heard out in the rest of the dorm.
“That's enough!” the girl called Lavender scolded “she had an accident, leave her be. It could happen to anyone. Hermione...? Do you need any help?”
“N-no,” Hermione sobbed softly, “just...just go without me...I...I need to take a shower.”
“Okay...” Lavender said softly.
“Oi! Parvati!” one of the gigglers called, knocking on the door, “better hurry up in there, Hermione pissed herself waiting on you!” The shower turned off abruptly and the girls all left the dorm. Memory-Hermione slowly, gingerly stepped out of her bed to observe the damage. The crotch and bottom of her pants were soaked so bad they were transparent and the left leg was soaked down to the ankle. Because she'd pushed her blankets away, they were dry, but the bottom sheet and the mattress on her bed were completely soaked through, her puddle spreading to each side. Had there been no magic, it would have been completely ruined.
“Hermione,” Paravati said as she opened the bathroom door, “did you really wet yourself? Why didn't you just go downstairs? Or tell me, you could have come in to pee, I wouldn't have minded!” She was both scolding and concerned as she yanked open Hermione's curtains. Her eyes widened when she saw the damage.
“I...I woke up and I'd started to...and then I couldn't...” Hermione sniffled, fingers curling in the hem of her shirt, which was a little bit wet too.
“I'm sorry....were they horrible?” she asked.
“A bit,” Hermione said, looking down at her feet.
“Don't worry, I'll make sure they won't tell anyone. Go clean up, okay love?” Parvati said, making Hermione smile a little.
“Thank you,” she said with a nod, gathering her bathroom things and disappearing through the door. The memory faded and she and Draco were standing back in their little alcove.
“Well, you certainly made a mess,” Draco grinned, “you must have been having a very good dream indeed.”
Hermione blushed, lips dipping into a slight pout. She was still obviously very vulnerable and embarrassed from the morning.
“I drank a lot of water and accidentally fell asleep before I could go to the loo,” she said in her defense, “Its not my fault, its that potion you gave me...so I want a little bit of protection, okay? I want to wear those training panties you spelled.”
“Well, you have seemed to see the error of your ways,” Draco mused, “do you want to wear them now?”
“Yes please,” she sighed, looking relieved he was letting her. Draco smirked.
“Yes please, what?” he pressed.
“Yes please, Master Draco...” she sighed in defeat, blushing crimson; humiliated. God, how he loved it.
“That's my girl,” he smirked, petting her cheek before slinging his bag off his shoulder, “You're lucky I'm clever, I thought something like this might happen, so I have them here with me now.”
Draco pulled out a pair of folded panties, pure white with lace hemming the edges. There was a small pink bow done in ribbon at the top. Without being asked, Hermione slid off the panties she was wearing and pulled up her skirt. Draco grinned and held them out to her so she could step in. He took his time sliding the fabric up her body, his hand moving to squeeze her bottom after they were in place, which made her sigh softly.
“They don't feel any different than panties...you changed them?” she mused “Are you sure they'll still absorb it if I wet?”
“Of course I am,” he said confidently, “Now, you remember the rules for these, yes?”
“If I have to wee, I need to come and tell you so we can find me a place to go. If I get them wet, you need to clean me up and change them because they don't absorb indefinitely,” she recited perfectly.
“Good girl,” he said with a smile, “and you don't get into trouble if you tell me you have to pee and don't make it, okay? Only if you do it without permission.”
“What's my punishment if I don't do a good job?” she asked with a worried little frown.
“I won't clean you up nicely,” he smirked. She looked confused as to what that meant, but then Hermione remembered, he could see it in her eyes. That nice, warm towel sliding between her legs and against her girlhood, the pleasure it gave her. The implications were obvious and she flushed.
“Okay,” she agreed, nodding. The punishment was rather a lack of a reward for being good, in that case. Hermione folded up her regular panties and put them in her bag.
“Now, do you need the loo or anything?” Draco asked.
“No... it all came out when I wet the bed this morning...” she said softly, blushing at the mention of it.
“Okay, well come and get me if you feel like you have to go,” he smiled, “I'll take care of you.”
“Thank you, Master,” she smiled back, tilting her head to the side, “but...”
“But?” he questioned, quirking an eyebrow.
“I want to test them out for myself,” she declared.
“What? Don't you trust me?” he asked with a smirk.
Hermione just arched an eyebrow at that, making Draco laugh. Hermione Granger would always be gutsy and that he had to appreciate.
“Alright, then we'll change your rules a little bit for today, sound fair?” Draco provided.
“Depends on the rules,” Hermione said.
“I'm lifting your ban on wetting in your knickers for testing purposes,” he said “but only for today. You still have to ask permission before you pee. But I'm not going to clean you up until your panties leak. Now, is that fair?”
“I think so,” she mused “if that's the case though, with my bladder being so fragile right now, I should probably stay around you for the rest of the day so I don't have any accidents.”
“Hermione Granger, are you asking me out on a date?” Draco teased. She flamed red and immediately smacked him against arm, making him roar with laughter.
“No I'm not! Shut up! This is for...for testing, that's it!” she stammered, blushing to her hairline. Draco didn't seem upset by the smack, still chuckling at her reaction.
“Whatever you say,” he grinned, “especially since our last little date ended with a lake on the floor of the Three Broomsticks.”
“Ugh!!! Don't say that out loud!” she complained, blushing all the more, but only because that wet had felt so good. And she'd been so aroused after. She swallowed, wondering briefly what might happen if they did that again. Hermione was a little more comfortable with his touching her now...how would have that warm, soft towel felt that night?
“Someone is having naughty thoughts,” Draco said with an impish look on his face, “your eyes get all glassy when you do. Care to share?”
Hermione licked her lips, blushing as she looked up at him at him again.
“Can I have something to drink Master? I'm so thirsty...” she said softly, pouting a little. The tease went out of Draco's eyes, replaced by his own glassy look. Hermione was beginning to love to see him hungry like that now. It gave her a warm feeling deep in her lower body.
“Of course pet,” Draco said with a little smile, “do you want to stay in the castle today, or go down to the village?”
“The castle,” Hermione answered. The girls from her house were in the village today, and she didn't want to think about running into them during a hold.
Draco nodded and took her down the passage way toward the kitchen. The house elves were always accommodating to every student that visited, so when Draco asked if they could have breakfast together at their own private table, the elves gave in immediately.
“What would you like to eat and drink?” a house elf squeaked
“Nothing for me,” Draco grinned, “we're here for the lady. She's very thirsty.”
“Of course sir!” and the little house elf scampered away.
“I really wish they were paid for their service, its wrong to have them working like this without wages,” Hermione frowned, “I don't like it.”
“They're house elves,” Draco shrugged “That's what they do. Besides, the ones here have it better than anywhere else. My old elf is working here, I noticed. My dad was awful to him, I'm glad he got away from him to be honest.”
This shocked Hermione to the core, hearing him say that and it showed on her face.
“What? I liked Dobby,” he said “but if you ever tell Potter I said that, I will ruin you.”
“I won't,” she said, “I was just surprised...”
She was cut off though by four house elves who'd brought her drinks though. Hermione gasped softly. She hadn't told them what she wanted, so they'd brought everything they could get their hands on. She had a pot of tea, a pot of coffee, pitchers of pumpkin juice, orange juice, and water. There was also a large fruit smoothie and giant mug of hot chocolate.
“What would you like ma'am?” the elves chirped.
“Oh she's very, very thirsty,” Draco grinned, “She'll have it all”
*****
For the next hour, Hermione consumed beverage after beverage with Draco chatting with her and making her laugh. Of course, the house elves were so delighted with this that they kept refilling her drinks and Hermione felt rude refusing them. It didn't take long at all for her bladder to start filling from all she was taking in, making her squirm in her seat.
“Something the matter, Hermione?” Draco asked oh so innocently. Their conversation had lagged a bit the more focused she was becoming on her growing need to pee, but Draco enjoyed watching her wiggle.
“Mmm...I need to go to the bathroom...” Hermione responded, sighing in defeat as a house elf came over a moment later to refill her coffee.
“Quite a problem when you can't stop drinking, hm?” Draco grinned, chuckling as Hermione added her sugar and cream before drinking down the provided liquid. She set the empty cup down, crossing her legs.
“Master, I'm not thirsty anymore,” she said “I want to stretch my legs a little bit please....”
“Alright,” Draco said as he stood up. He thanked the house elves for their drinks while Hermione stood gingerly. She'd drank so much that her stomach bulged a little through her clothes and she rubbed it tenderly as she shifted her feet. She looked at him expectantly and Draco made sure to thank each house elf that helped them for a few minutes each. The elves were thrilled; Hermione would have loved the gesture if she wasn't so desperate. She was dancing in place by the time they left the kitchens.
“Ohhhh...I have to go so bad!” she groaned in complaint as they walked along the less traveled corridors.
“Shouldn't have drank so much then,” Draco chided, watching the flush creeping up her skin as she tried to walk normally. She was annoyed, embarrassed, and desperate all at once and Draco loved the sight of it.
“That's your fault,” she said as they walked. She was just so full! And it was sloshing about with each step, making her ladyhood quiver. Coffee especially went right through her, even when her bladder wasn't magically compromised, and she had so much! She was so busy thinking about how desperately she wanted to pee, that she didn't notice Draco stopping. She bumped right into him, rattling her bladder in the process.
“Nnnn...Draco, why'd you stop?” she questioned, whimpering as she twisted her legs together and bounced on her toes in an effort to keep all her liquids in.
“I'm pondering,” he said slowly, “should we go up toward the towers or out toward the grounds first?”
“It doesn't matter,” Hermione said, twisting her legs the other way and bending at the knees as a wave of desperation hit her. She gasped softly and held herself.“Master...I have to go!” she said urgently, tugging on Draco's sleeve with the hand that wasn't shoved between her legs.
“You can go when we've reached our destination,” Draco said off offhandedly, taking her free hand in his, “Can't you wait?”
Hermione squeezed his hand out of need, bouncing on her toes as she shimmied her hips. She didn't think she'd make it to either location with how fast her bladder was filling. She felt like she was about to wet any moment, and he was lollygagging about for no reason! At this rate, she was going to have an accident before he gave her permission to wet her absorbent panties.
“Hermione?” Draco pressed with a smile, breaking her from her thoughts, “if you don't make it to where were going, it'll be your fault for not deciding.”
“That's not fair!” she complained, pulling her hand out of his so she could twist it between her legs with her other one, “you're the one who stopped and was stalling, I don't care where we go—ohhh...!” Hermione's words cut off with a squeal, her eyes squeezed shut and her face bright red as she bent at the waist, and gripped herself tightly. A sudden burst of urine had warmed the crotch of her panties while she'd been momentarily distracted, startling her. It felt quite wet at first, but the feeling vanished after a moment and she was dry again.
“Hermione, what are you doing?” Draco questioned. He knew that look on her face, the embarrassed yet euphoric expression and exactly what it meant.
“A little...a little bit just came out...” she murmured shakily, body quivering along with her voice, “if I move right now...I'll wet.”
“Then you better choose quickly,” Draco said, but Hermione barely heard him. She whimpered in agonizing pleasure as a sudden thick stream of pee poured out of her, soaking into her panties. She danced frantically to stop the flow, gasping and breathing heavily as tears prickled her eyes. She held herself tightly under her skirt and looked up at her Master, brown eyes dewy and desperate.
“You can pee if you decide where we're going,” he told her before she could say anything. She groaned, squeezing herself. Going upstairs would be less people, but out to the grounds would be much closer. Either way, she knew she wasn't going to be able to hold it long enough.
“Th-the grounds,” she managed, dancing frantically before dropping into a half squat as a powerful wave of desperation forced a torrent of liquid from her hole.
“Aaaaah...”
She loved the feeling of her panties soaking. Had they not had the absorption spell, she knew that last release would have made a puddle for sure. While she missed the feeling of her liquid running down her legs, it was equally pleasurable having it all pool hotly in the crotch of her panties. She struggled to stand normally as the stream cut off, but she dare not remove her hands, or look her master in the eye.
Draco smirked as he watched her leak into her panties, not wanting to miss a moment her struggle. He knew, just as well as she did, that Hermione wouldn't make it to the grounds. But that was fine, she wouldn't get punished for wetting her panties. That's what this was for, in the first place. But he'd let her fret over it, if only for her shy and worried expressions when she glanced his way.
Once she'd decided, they headed down toward the entrance to the castle with Hermione struggling to keep beside Draco's stride. Every step she took jostled her overfull bladder, and the more she tried to keep pace with him, the nearer she felt to having a full accident. They crossed out over the threshold of the castle and Hermione gasped at the burst of cold air that engulfed them. Her bladder throbbed, sending a spurt of pee into her panties. Then another, and another. The warmth spread against the cloth, contracting pleasurably with the cold air breezing around them. She bit her lip, crossing her legs tightly as her hand gripped around Draco's forearm. He stilled, looking over her. She was over her limit and excitement sizzled in his lower stomach.
“I....!” she gasped, squeezing herself hard with her free hand, “I....I can't hold it anymore...”
“Try to, we're almost there,” he urged, knowing it was useless. Hermione gasped as she squeezed herself harder. Her hand that was gripping his arm trembled with her efforts, but in vain. She was losing heavy streams into her panties every moment.
“Master!” she cried out suddenly as she went stiff. Her bladder had finally burst, urine blooming fast and hot against her underwear, “Aaaaaaaaaah..! Ohhhh its coming out....it feels sooooo good...”
Draco's mouth went dry at her vocalizations while she wet and he didn't miss her hand slip under her skirt, nor its rapid movements. This time, he couldn't bring himself to stop her pleasure.
“Mmmnnnn....I...I...Aaah Draco!” she gasped, moaning sweetly as she buried her face against his neck. Draco wrapped his arms around her, glad the courtyard was fairly empty due to the student body being in the village. But he ran his hands down her back, soothing her body's tremblings of relief.
“Are you done?” he murmured, to which she nodded.
“I...I feel so much better...” she sighed softly.
“Good, I'm glad” he said gently, “you've been a very good girl.”
“Thank you, Master” she said in a low purr, snuggling him. He blushed faintly when her movements made her brush against his obvious arousal, a little more so when he felt her hand slide between his legs.
“A very good girl,” he groaned softly at her touch.
“When I have to go potty again,” she murmured against his ear, “lets go somewhere no one will see? I'll pee just for you, however you want.” She squeezed his groin softly and he moaned against her tangled curls.
Draco made a low, pleasured noise as he started rutting into her offered hand. Her touch and her promises were driving his fantasies wildly, but then she suddenly pulled away.
“Someone's coming,” she said, sobering him up quickly. He huffed and started walking toward the far end of the courtyard while Hermione moved toward the castle. A group of students passed by them as Hermione entered the castle doors, glancing across the way at Draco. He was flushed, his gray-blue eyes were lit with desire as he smiled devilishly at her. Her stomach fluttered, heat pulsing through her body. It was a surprising turn, considering the pleasure she just gave herself, but Draco made her want it all over again. She disappeared into the castle and dearly hoped he'd find her quickly. |
We are in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (fourth book) :)
Hello Omo-Friends!!!
Again, so sorry for the long update. Lots of crazy going on. Anywho, here's the latest chapter! I have a few bonus stories to put up in between updates, but please keep sending me what you want to see! So far I've got some requests for bed wetting, which I will be MORE than happy to do again! Thanks so much for sticking with me guys, it means a lot! Enjoy!
Chapter 14: Solo Explorations
Draco had every intention of anxiously, impatiently waiting until the court yard had cleared, then turning right back around to follow Hermione into the castle. Unfortunately for him, bringing up the end of the gaggle of students, were Crabbe and Goyle. They gravitated to him like very stupid moths to a flame and, most unfortunately, he was in no position to shake them off this time. He'd been far too invested in his new toy for the last few weeks to pay them much attention, and they'd been getting antsy. And so, he was forced to spend his free afternoon in much less pleasurable company.
Sorry Hermione, he thought mournfully as the two idiots guffawed about about something he'd said, you'll have to test out your panties without me today.
***
As for the girl in question, she'd ducked into the tapestry covered alcove near the teachers lounge with the supply closet inside. It was still her favorite place to make a puddle, and one of Draco's favorite places to watch her do it. By this point, if neither of them could find the other, it was a fair chance that they were in here. She opened the closed door and sat herself down on an upturned bucket to wait. She sipped out of her water bottle, thoughts drifting to the morning she'd shared with Draco, cheeks flushing. I really didn't mind touching myself in front of him today....or touching him after...I mean, it was just through clothes, but still...And I guess its normal for our age group to experiment...but still...This is Draco Malfoy we're talking about...just how far is this going to go? How do I feel about this? She wondered as she sipped her water, tapping her left foot slowly against the stone floor. She knew trying to be logical about emotions wasn't going to get her very far. But she thought it would be at least a good start to try and identify what she was feeling.
I'm not in love...but I love it when he touches me...And I liked touching him too...that made me more excited...and sort of... she blushed a little deeper, dare she even think it? Sexy. It made me feel like I was desired too...She swallowed, nibbling her lip as she glanced down at herself. She was frumpy, bookish girl with too much curly, crazy hair. And she got her kicks by tinkling in her panties. How could she have a right to something like sex appeal? But...Draco looked at her with those glassy eyes, like there was nothing else in the world that he'd like better. And her heart sank.
Why him?
She imagined Ron, ducking in between corridors when classes were out. She could easily imagine him touching her, kissing her...but she knew he'd recoil in disgust if she peed her panties. And if she was going to have someone in her life that touched her that way, certainly it wasn't too much to ask to have someone who'd share her particular desires...right? She frowned a little as she drank her water, foot tapping a little faster.
Well, there's not just Ron...a little voice whispered, quite without her permission really, and making her blush deep crimson. Viktor Krum. A day in the library that ended with a puddle in the history section. Shame twisted in her stomach as she recalled how she stood up after having her desperate accident, after Madame Pince refused to let her leave without putting away her books. He'd come out from the other isle, much to her horror. Yet, he'd been so sweet. He hadn't seemed to mind it at all that she'd wet all over the floor. In fact, he spelled her clean after listening to her rushed and tearful explanation about how the librarian refused to let her use the loo without putting up her books...and she'd been so into her research that she hadn't noticed how bad she needed to go. He agreed to keep what happened a secret and ruffled her hair in comfort. And in truth, he'd never breathed a word of it. And neither had she.
Draco would spit fire if he knew, she thought as she sipped her water, but...Viktor hadn't minded...but it wasn't like he saw me get off on it either. To him, it was just an accident...I think that's how most people would think...She sighed, shifting a bit, why couldn't I be into something more normal?
The bottle was empty when she went to sip from it again, having not yet refilled. It was only then she realized her thoughts had distracted her from her bladder filling up again. She squirmed a little on the bucket, pressing her thighs together. Where is Draco anyway? I have to go...
Her need was building quickly, something she was used to now because of that potion, and she nibbled her lip impatiently. It had been awhile since they parted ways, and he should have come to get her by now. She stood up, pacing in the closet at first, then opened the door to move out to the tapestry to have more room. I'm not allowed to go without permission...but if he's not here, that's not my fault, right? She thought with a worried expression as she peeked out from behind the tapestry with one hand between her legs. The corridor was empty in either direction and she sighed with disappointment as she hid again.
She was officially desperate, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she switched back and forth from holding herself with one hand and two. Her bladder was pulsing angrily, wanting her to just let her urine flow. But if Draco came in and found her bottle drained after so long, and her sitting calmly, he'd knew she'd have wet her panties. She whined softly to herself and went to sit back on the upturned bucket to wait. And wait. And wait some more.
Ohh...I can't take this!!!! She thought, panting softly as she fanned her legs open and closed, both hands squeezing herself tightly. She was at her very short limit. If Draco didn't come soon, she was going to have an accident in her panties. What if he can tell how many times I've wet...Mmm...but he did say I wasn't going to get punished today...Ugh but he DID say I still had to get permission...this isn't fair...Mmmm, I'm going to pee!
Hermione gasped aloud as a sudden burst of warmth soaked itself into the crotch of her panties. She was still for only a moment, before frantically twisting her legs together to stop the flow. It worked, for the time being, but she couldn't move from her position. Maybe I should go look for him....oh, but I can't even walk...and I'm already leaking...I'd only get a few steps before...
“Oh!” she cried out softly, eyes slamming shut as she held herself tightly. There was no stopping the rest of her flood though, and she gave up and relaxed as her pee rushed out of her. She sighed in bliss as as it soaked into her panties, hot and wet and directly against her center. It made her body tingle to have all of her pee localized between her legs like that, and she sat with her eyes closed to just enjoy the feeling. She noticed it took a little bit longer for it to fully fade to dry again. Hmm...I wonder how many times I can fully pee in these before I have to change them...
She stood up, pulling her skirt up and sliding a hand between her legs and over her butt. She was still dry, even if she squeezed the panties at the crotch, it didn't so much as make her hand a little damp. But she definitely decided that she probably couldn't sneak more than one accident. She needed to go find Draco. She grabbed her now-full bottle and headed out of from behind the tapestry. She'd barely got down the corridor before an owl swooped by and dropped a folded note at her feet. She picked it up and recognized the handwriting immediately:
Hermione,
Sorry about our date, but I can't get away from Grabbe and Goyle. Test your panties out on your own, and I'll meet you in the Astronomy Tower tonight after dinner.
D. M.
Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise. Well then. Today was going to be fun. She grinned, destroying the note with a quick flick of her wand, and then started drinking more water. It had been a while since she was able to just hold for herself, without an audience. She decided to go exploring around the castle, trying new doors and seeing if she could find any new secret passages. Yes, logically, she knew Harry's map had a full showing of every passage...but honestly, how could one map have EVERY passage in a castle who's structure changed regularly? Certainly there were a few left undiscovered. Besides, even Hogwarts, A History, had claimed that finding all the passages in Hogwarts would be an impossibility. So, bottle in hand, she began by opening doors she did not recognize.
Most of them led to empty classrooms, cleaning supply closets, and one room that was oddly filled with candelabras of all shapes and sizes. When she grew bored of the doors, she started peeking behind tapestries and suits of armor, then pressing on certain stones that seemed just a bit off set or off color. A few Ravenclaw students noticed her and when she explained she was looking for secret passages and hidden things, they happily shared some knowledge for her to try.
“Only when the students are mostly gone,” one perked up “a particular passage opens up to an indoor garden with a little pond, its near the kitchens.”
“Yeah, we think its Professor Sprout's own personal garden.”
“Well that sounds lovely, I wonder if I can find it,” Hermione grinned. They wished her luck and went on their way. She headed back downstairs, but slowly. She'd been drinking quite a bit of water during her explorations and now needed to pee again. She managed to make it down to the Great Hall, grinning a bit to herself as she moved inside to have lunch. Not that she ate much, but four goblets of pumpkin juice had filled her to the brim until she was absolutely about to burst. She sat there as nonchalantly as she could, chatting to Colin Creevey (about Harry, of course) with her legs tightly crossed. She was barely listening, hardly speaking, but thankfully she didn't need to. Colin tended to do most of the talking and listening, so she was free to focus on her bladder, which was moments from exploding.
As Creevey gave her a stunning verbal re-creation of Harry's greatest moments on the Quidditch field, Hermione forced an interested smile. Creevey would have no idea that her hand was crushed between her crossed thighs, nor that her fingers were moving rapidly against her crotch. She hadn't been this full since that day in Potions, but her “method” still proved useful. She was sure that if present company hadn't been talking about her best friend, she would have been more turned on than she was. Still, it was enough to prevent her from having an accident outright. For now.
As Creevey turned his praise from sports to Harry's conquests against the Dark Lord, Hermione lost a long stream of pee into her panties. She shivered, wanting to moan but needing to keep up appearances for the dull conversation she was being forced into. She managed to stop the flow after about ten seconds, having to quickly uncross and recross her legs and hold with her other hand as well. A stubborn trickle snuck into her panties too, making her swallow. Another made her grind down against her palm and fingers. And Hermione gasped.
“Huh? What?” Colin questioned.
“No, its...you're right...I think that too,” she said lamely, heart hammering in her chest. It was a good save, and he rambled on while Hermione inwardly panicked. Her panties hadn't dried, they were damp and warm where she touched them. Don't tell me...don't tell me they're already at their limit! Its only lunch!
She bit her lip as another spurt soaked into her panties. The dampness increased, but she wasn't leaking. She didn't feel quite wet yet. But she didn't want to experiment like this in front of everyone. She made a hasty excuse to Colin and apologized as she quickly left the table. Warm dribbles of pee seeped out with every step she took until she found herself hiding in the secret alcove behind a suit of armor near the front door. Breathing heavily she tucked herself against the far wall, shifting her weight rapidly from one foot to the other and bouncing as she pulled up her skirt- just in case.
“Haaa...aaah...ohhh I have to pee, I have to pee, I have to pee~!” she moaned softly to herself as she did her potty dance.
“Mmmm...!” she squeaked, legs crossing as she doubled over, her free hand supporting herself on the wall. A strong stream of pee soaked into her panties.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah....” she sighed in bliss as she gave in, slowly spreading her legs out from their crossed position as her eyes fluttered closed. It felt so good to let it flow at full force like that. She rest her head against the wall and looked down at herself, watching her panties slowly grow from damp, to wet, to glistening. She realized with a whimper that the panties were at their limit, but she couldn't stop. Her flow was forceful and strong and moments later it burst out the center of her panties. The stream sprayed against the wall and flowed down to the floor, trickles of pee running down her legs as a puddle spread below her. She was shaking with relief and pleasure when she was done, her panties completely soaked and dripping. She stepped gingerly out of her mess, shifting a little as adjusted her leaky underwear. She still had to wait until after dinner for Draco to change her... |
Winter would never end. Neither would Lynette's chores. That was how it felt as she mechanically tossed shovelful after shovelful of snow over her shoulder. Her mind was growing numb from the monotony, just as her body was growing numb from the cold. The part of her brain that was still active did nothing besides imagining warmer places to be and better things to be doing. She didn't even notice her stocking cap was gone until her platinum blond hair started flying in her face.Her boots clicked on the ice-encrusted cement four feet below the level of the snow as she turned in circles looking for the lost hat. Wind whipped down the corridor she'd created using only a shovel and countless hours of her life. The blast of frozen air made the young woman shiver. For a moment she felt even colder than the cold she'd grown used to. Her small, skinny body lost heat easily, and now her head was losing it even quicker. When she finally spotted the burgundy-colored wool cap blowing into street about fifty feet downwind, she just let it go. She was too physically and mentally exhausted to care. She trudged up the steps, grabbed another hat from the entry way, and returned to her labor.In another few minutes, Lynette was able to toss the shovel aside and come indoors. But even with all the walks clear, Lynette's chores were far from over. She'd pushed back half a dozen things on today's to-do list just to shovel snow. Much of the snow was bound to blow back on top of the sidewalks and steps, and there was a 50% chance it would snow again tonight. It all seemed so futile. Being an independent woman responsible for a house had always been Lynette's dream, but right now it felt like a curse. Her mouth was parched. She'd been tasting her own sour, acidic saliva for some time now. The first thing she did indoors was pour herself a tall glass of water. She emptied the whole container before she knew it, so she filled it up to the brim again. She gulped half of that down, then started to get out of her suddenly very hot clothes. She hung up her coat, dropped her hat and gloves, and sat on a dining room chair, not even bothering to slip her feet out of her boots. She planned to rest a moment and maybe make some cocoa before getting to work on the dishes and laundry. That wasn't how it turned out.Once her bottom was in that chair, it was a great feat to lift it back up. She didn't even get more water after she sipped the glass dry and continued to feel thirsty. But she had another need to attend to, and it soon became too serious to postpone any longer.Her slender, aching legs carried her toward the bathroom. She got annoyed with her boots and kicked them off in two different rooms as she plodded to her destination. Her sore, nearly frostbitten fingers fumbled with her button and zipper until her blue jeans, heavy and wet with sweat and melted snow, fell to the floor. She stepped out of the sodden denim, pulled down her damp panties, took a seat on the toilet, and experienced a feeling almost as refreshing as hot cocoa.She sighed happily as the room was filled with the sound of liquid rapidly hitting liquid. The loud pouring sound became muffled by the foam, diminished to a soft trickling sound, then a series of drops, then died away to nothing, and still Lynette sat there resting her mind and body. she stared at her legs. She was sure they'd lost some fat and gained some muscle since this arduous winter began. She found herself nearly drifting to sleep, which meant it was time to get up. She dabbed herself dry, flushed, pulled up her panties, but didn't bother with the pants. She paused at the mirror.Sure enough, her body was looking better toned than it had a few months ago. Her thighs had definitely deflated some, and she could clearly see the bottom of her rib cage for the first time since high school. Some of the lost fat was in her breasts, but they were still safely within the C-cup range. She didn't exactly look like a vision of beauty right now. Her face was red. Her sweat-drenched hair was like a bunch of tentacles trying to cover up her green eyes. Her lips were healing from being badly chapped and cracking open, but still looked shapely and full. They smiled as Lynette admired her body. At least something good was coming out of all her labor.After doing a halfhearted job of wiping up the melted snow she'd tracked in, Lynette concluded she wasn't ready to resume work. A shower made her feel much better. As she began to get dressed, she realized there just wasn't any work left in her tonight. Just putting on a clean pair of panties aggravated a half-dozen sore spots. She carelessly shoved the rest of her outfit back in the drawer, adjusted the thermostat, turned out all the lights, and burrowed under the covers of her bed.This was her time to relax. She had nowhere to go in the morning, but would be weighed down with chores from the moment she got out of bed. As soon as she woke up, she'd start feeling guilty for not starting them. But right now, she could forget all that and just enjoy the feeling of a cozy bed. She even forgot that she ought to use the bathroom once more before going to sleep. Lying there in a warm cocoon of soft cloth, she drifted away.Lynette woke up from stressful and confusing dreams to find herself in pain. Her eyelashes fluttered as she struggled to wake up completely and comprehend what was wrong. She didn't need to be anywhere. She wasn't late for anything. She hadn't forgotten to do anything. She was all right, her bed was all right, her room was all right, and everything was safe for the moment. The anxiety drained away as she became more and more conscious.The pain bothering her was nothing more than a few ounces of water. Unfortunately, they were situated inside her bladder, which had limited ability to accommodate this accumulating liquid. Her brain was just as limited when it came to ignoring the problem. In this state of extreme relaxation, it could forget all the duties and problems that troubled Lynette while she was out of bed. It absolutely refused, nonetheless, to ignore the pleas of the cells that made up that stretched sphere of tissue that was sitting somewhere between her kidneys and the cotton fabric of her panties. The pain burned away at her, making her feel like she had a red-hot cannonball in between her legs. There were no two ways about it. She had to pee.The topmost cover of Lynette's bed was halfway over her face like a scarf. Pulling it down reminded her of how far she'd turned the furnace down. The underheated air of her room suddenly hit her like a splash of ice water. She wished she'd had the sense to put on pyjamas, or at least a tee-shirt. If there was any part of her that lost heat quicker than her head, it was her breasts. Twice as bad as the sting of cold was the aching of her sore muscles as she forced her overworked arms to pull down the covers. She breathed heavily, almost like a sigh of protest.Getting out of bed was nowhere on her list of chores, but it truly seemed like one. Travelling to a place where she could relieve herself of the inner pain was an even more troublesome chore. There wasn't even a toilet on this floor. Finishing the painting and tiling of the upstairs bathroom was part of her list of chores. She would have to walk down the hallway, down the stairs, down a longer uncarpeted hallway, and into a porcelain-tiled room. Each part of the journey would be colder than the last, culminating in a floor that felt like ice cubes in the morning and a seat that made her cringe just from remembering the sensation of her bottom touching it on a night like this.Lynette thought for a moment before she pulled the covers up to her chin and did what she felt she deserved. She relaxed. She got her arms situated in the most comfortable way possible. She squirmed her whole body around until everything was as cozy as it could get, taking care to keep her legs spread apart. Then she relaxed as much as she could. It took a little effort to relax the muscles that had had so many years of training, but she finally reached her goal. When she felt warmer than her body heat could account for, and wetter than her sweat could account for, she knew it had worked. Her bladder was relaxing.So much wetness in the seat of her cotton panties was an unfamiliar feeling that bothered her at first, but it didn't take her long to adjust. It felt as natural as natural could be. The pain was disappearing quickly, and the sensation of relief was like a drug entering her bloodstream. This was relaxing in every sense of the word. She only felt more comfortable as the warmth spread.If she room weren't so quiet and she weren't so relaxed, she wouldn't have heard a sound. But she could easily make out a steady hissing buried beneath the layers of covers. She imagined a babbling brook deep within a cave. It was in the springtime, like all her daydreams. She thought of exploring the beautiful grottos that existed in places it seemed she'd never have the money or time to visit. Her imagination soon took her to a nest of grass where she relaxed in the sunlight while staring at a tranquil pond.Lynette was still conscious enough to notice the pond between her thighs. She was releasing liquid faster than the mattress could absorb it, and it was pooling in what was now the hottest part of her bed. She envisioned how that cave would look like to a tiny viewer inside. Her legs, wet with sweat and urine, became as giant as trees or stalagmites in her imaginary swamp. She thought she could smell the humid ammonious air. Perhaps she really could. It was no small wet spot she'd created in real life, and what she was pumping out was the concentrated urine of a body that had worked hard for hours then slept soundly for hours while the kidneys worked. Her shapely lips curled into a slight smirk. Somewhere in the mind of this mature and responsible woman was a little girl who loved breaking a rule.Once the long and pleasant outpouring came to an end, Lynette forced the remaining contents of her bladder out in a few quick spurts that sounded to her like a fly being unzipped. Then she did nothing, and she loved it.The dampened bedclothes would be cold in the morning. There would be a bed to strip and lots of laundry to do. Things she'd paid hard-earned money for might be badly stained and need to be thrown away. But morning was a distant place. Right now, Lynette was in paradise.There was no guilt or regret in her mind as she slipped away into pleasant, warm dreams. |
Note: This is a pee-focused rewrite of some stuff I posted on another site. There may be confusing bits from earlier versions that I forgot to delete.
As Sailor Moon, Tsukino Usagi had spent over a year fighting forces that could kill her along with millions of others. She had suffered horribly, but prevailed time and again. But there was one thing she could never bring herself to endure, and that was peeing in a cubicle surrounded by girls she went to school with who knew she was peeing in there. Not since she was a little girl had she ever sat down or squatted over a single porcelain receptacle on school grounds. Only today would she realize that by shunning school toilets she was punishing herself.It was a bad day for her already. She'd missed most of the sleep she needed the night before, due to some standard teen drama and world-guarding. She felt like her brain was a chunk of overcooked cauliflower. Every class the teacher demanded more from her, her mind delivered less, she embarrassed herself worse, she came off as weirder, and she got into more trouble, than in the class that came before. Her one time of happiness was lunch. For that time she could forget her troubles in the pleasure of fatty foods and sugary beverages. Then it was back to the mounting torment of class.To add to all her problems, she developed a need to go to the bathroom some time after lunch. It didn't seem like a big deal, but it became one on the walk home.All that soda she'd used to wash down salty snacks and try to jump start her brain with caffeine had turned against her. Her clumsy sleepiness now took a back seat to the powerful pressure inside her and the even more powerful urge to relax and let it all out. But there was no place to do so.When she walked through the park she was tempted to use the restrooms there. She had done so on a previous emergency. But there was only one toilet in the ladies' room...no, it wasn't a ladies' room. No one who left a mess like what Usagi had found that time could be called a lady! No room that accommodated even one person that disgraceful could be called a ladies' room! The female dumping ground had only one toilet. And she couldn't trust it to be clean enough to make it worth the walk in that direction, not to mention the embarrassment if anyone she knew was there to see her go to use it. Home was the only place she could go, and she couldn't waste time.The muscles inside her clearly had orders to get the waste out, and they never stopped working toward that end. The false hope of relief in the park did her more harm than good, because it made her realize just how long it would be before she could lighten herself and the brief belief that a toilet would soon be under her bottom made it loosen its grip on the cargo, which made things more urgent and uncomfortable for Usagi.She didn't know who to be mad at. Her lack of sleep the night before was the fault of friends and villains, but she didn't see how sleepiness could be responsible for kidney functions. She was the one who had filled her body up with soft drinks, and who hadn't used any available restrooms, but blaming herself was out of the question. It wasn't the fault of the person who had left the mess in the park restroom that she wasn't using it, because she knew she would probably have been too embarrassed to use it anyway. She couldn't blame her fear of using the school restrooms on the people who had built them. There seemed no one to blame. When she saw a dog in the park doing what she wished to be doing, she finally realized who was at fault: the human race!Why did Usagi's stupid ancestors make bathrooms and decide people should only go in them? Because they were stupid! Why else would they condemn themselves to situations like Usagi's? If Usagi were a dog, she could just go right now and no one would mind. No one would even stare at her, and she wouldn't feel the least bit embarrassed. She began to daydream.She was a dog (actually her regular self with dog-like ears and a tail). The grass tickled her toes, and tickled more personal parts when she squatted down. There were no clothes to get in the way, of course. When she was down on her doggirl haunches, with a grin on her adorable doggirl face, she relaxed every muscle in her body except for the ones keeping her in the comfortable position she had assumed, and the natural course of things occurred. A golden stream sprung forth. It drizzled and splattered on the grass below, making a puddle between Usagi's cute doggirl hind paws. It quickly soaked into the soil, and Usagi got back on all fours and went on her way as if nothing had happened."Good girl," said Mamoru, who was holding her leash.She was thinking about the cute ears, fur, and collar she's have when all of a sudden she snapped out of it. Then she knew her brain was mushy from not sleeping, because she was been having the weirdest daydream of her life! She needed sleep. But more than that she needed relief. She would go home, pee, sleep, then start the next day with a refreshed mind and bladder.She hit herself in the head so hard she nearly lost consciousness when she realized she had been standing in one place the whole time she'd been having that stupid daydream. Now she'd made no progress toward home for several minutes. She started walking as fast as she could without risking losing her control. Soon she felt confident that she'd make it home with time to spare. And it was going to be great! Such a good feeling having it out. She looked forward to the embrace of the porcelain around her bottom with the same sort of anticipation as she looked forward to the embrace of Mamoru's arms around her body when he was away.As she rounded the last corner before her house, she could feel herself losing control of her body. A funny-looking jog took her to her front door, her keys already out and waiting for the lock. But the door didn't open.She screwed around with her key in the lock some more, but the door never even began to budge. She foolishly tried to kick it open, then banged on it even though she knew no one was there. Tears formed in her eyes. The toilet she longed for like a lost lover was still out of reach, and the threat of panty-destruction loomed.The bushes. The spyria in her family's back yard was her only hope for concealed urination. But would she make it behind them with enough time to make sure the coast was clear, and to pull down her panties, before the process started automatically? And she'd need something to wipe herself dry. Thinking with more ingenuity than was normal for her, she grabbed a handful of leaves from the climber on the side of the house and stuffed them in her pocket. Making a leap over the porch railing and a mad dash for the bushes was her last hope. It was risky. She'd probably fall instead of jumping down, or trip when her foot caught on the railing, or somehow else fail and end up looking stupid and peeing her panties. But at this point her panties were as good as peed. She had nothing to lose in this foolhardy plan. She took off her backpack and went to put her keys away to free both her hands for the endeavor when it dawned on her that she'd been trying to unlock her front door with the key to her bicycle lock.She found the right key and left the door hanging open as she ran toward her destination. She had her hands under her skirt helping her urethra keep everything inside. There was no one home, so she could do shameful things like that. unfortunately it meant she couldn't catch herself when she tripped over a chair and fell flat on her face."Stupid chair!" she shouted as she moved one hand from her pained crotch to her pained head. "Almost making me tinkle in my panties! I will not forgive you!""Usagi," a voice called. The schoolgirl suddenly turned bright red with embarrassment. She had been wrong. There was someone there. Her cat. The one that talked. The one that pretty much ran her life."Things are heating up at the Kobayashi Center!" continued the black cat, currently at Usagi's eye level. "The other Senshi are there already. You need to transform into Sailor Moon and come help them right now.""I can't go," Usagi said as she got up off the floor. "I gotta go!" She pointed in the direction of the bathroom, just to be clear."You have to. You're a guardian of peace and justice!""Aww!" the blonde whined. "Don't guardians of peace and justice get bathroom breaks?""No! Now quit clowning around and transform before things get really bad.""Things are already really bad! I gotta take a piss big enough it could drown you!""You're so disgusting! I can't believe you ever found a husband.""I found a husband?" Usagi asked, her big blue eyes looking bewildered."In the future, you airhead!"Luna tried to block her way to the bathroom. This wasn't an ideal strategy, since she was a cat. Usagi hopped right over her. She skipped along to the beckoning bathroom, but suddenly screeched to a halt.She imagined arriving at the Kobayashi Center after finishing up in the bathroom. Finding rubble bestrewn with twisted and broken bodies like ragdolls carelessly tossed about the scene. A little girl asking her why she couldn't come in time to save her mommy. What could Usagi say to her? That Sailor Moon had to go potty?"No!" Usagi said out loud, turning around and throwing her arm forward melodramatically. "I can't do that!" She ran back the way she came, now full of determination as well as urine."Moon cosmic...!"She had forgotten about the fallen chair, and now tripped over it again. She landed in a precarious position, with poor Luna pinned under her cotton-covered bottom."I'm going to die!" the cat yelped in genuine terror."Sorry about that, Luna.""'Sorry' doesn't even begin to...never mind! Just go save the day!"Usagi didn't doubt she could save the city. She always did. But this time she might not save her panties. Or her dignity.The trip to the Kobayashi Pavilion, where the battle was taking place before the eyes of the hundreds of onlookers who'd been there for a local event, didn't take very long. But by the time Usagi arrived her need had become more serious then ever. Her bladder had seemed to swell larger with every step, like a distressed puffer fish, and she felt about as comfortable as if there was a real spiny puffer fish sitting on her pelvic floor.When she got there, it looked like a wet T-shirt contest. The Sailor Senshi were regrouping to rethink their attack after being badly battered by the daimon. As luck would have it, the daimon this week was an ornery walking water cooler, and all its attacks were water-based. So the poor girls were soaked from head to toe, and the sight of all that water almost made Usagi get soaked from the crotch down. But she snapped her legs together and managed to talk to her fellow fighters for love and justice with no more than a brief wince."It's a water-based daimon," Makoto said, beginning the informal briefing."I can tell that much!" Usagi said. "I'm not an idiot.""That's debatable," Rei quipped.Makoto explained how they'd gotten their little teenage butts kicked by this daimon. It was using high-pressure hoses to keep the Senshi at bay, and was even turning Ami's water-based attacks against her. Each mention of water made Usagi's water pressure seem higher."What we need to do is attack its weak spot," Rei said decisively."Does it even have a weak spot?" Minako asked."That tank in its head is nothing but glass," Rei said. "We can break it open, then its water will all spill out." The thought of water spilling out made Usagi need to press her thighs together. "It'll have nothing to shoot at us. Then it'll be a breeze.""We don't know that it's normal glass," Ami said."Whatever it is, I'm sure we can bust it," Rei said. Usagi squeezed her legs tighter. "Even a little crack will make it leak." And tighter. "We all attack at once when its water pressure's gone." And as tight as they'd go."But we don't know how much water pressure there is," Ami pointed out. Usagi unglued her thighs and crossed her legs. "There's no telling what'll happen when it bursts." Usagi uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way."It's not like it can get us any wetter than we already are," Minako said, holding up the edge of her soaked vermilion skirt. Usagi thought she felt a little wet, and put even more pressure on her urethra by crossing her legs around to an anatomically implausible extent."That's not my point," Ami said. "There could be a tidal wave!" Usagi kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, more and more quickly, each muscle feeling the urgency. "A flash flood!" Usagi rocked back and forth. "We could all drown!""You mean there could be more water inside it than there looks like from the outside?" Makoto asked. Usagi crossed her hands in front of her skirt, and discreetly pressed down on her crotch."Yes," Ami said. "It's a daimon. It's magical. Besides, look how much it's squirted already, and the tank still looks almost full." No one noticed the signs of Usagi's full tank as she closed her eyes and held herself more obviously."Let me put it this way: What other choice have we got?" Rei asked."She's right," Makoto said."I suppose," Ami said."But how do we make it leak?" Minako asked. Usagi was almost doing a full-on pee-dance now. "None of our attacks have gotten through because its jets of water keep squirting us away from it." Usagi fell to her knees, biting her tongue to withstand the intense throbbing pain in her pubic area."Are you okay, Usagi?" Ami asked."Yeah, just a little muscle cramp." She got up and tried to think dry thoughts."One of us will draw its fire, the rest will attack while it's distracted," Rei stated."I'll do it!" Usagi shouted. Everyone was surprised.She had a plan: Wet herself while she was getting sprayed by the daimon. No one would be the wiser."Okay," Rei began, "so we'll sneak around this shrubbery so it doesn't know where we'll come from, while Usagi attacks from the front.""Sounds like a plan."Usagi stuck her tongue out at the daimon, and did provoke its attack. But instead of squirting her, it used a heretofore unseen attack to blow a bubble and trap her inside it."No fair!" she yelled, her voice echoing inside the bubble as she floated away. This hadn't distracted the daimon very much, and the Sailor Senshi's plan degenerated into the same futile battling that had been going on before Usagi arrived.Minako followed Usagi and used her Venus Love-Me Chain to whip the bubble, popping it. The poor girl landed on a kiosk that had been selling drinks, breaking it. She came out of her daze to see lemonade dripping, cascading, and pooling. This is almost too much for her to handle, and when Minako ran over she found her sitting on the ground with her eyes squinted shut and her hands jammed between her legs, rocking back and forth."Are you okay?""No! That really hurt!" The fall had hurt, but she wasn't ready to admit what was causing her more serious pain.Minako thought Usagi was holding her butt. "It's not so bad. At least you landed on the part with the most cushioning.""Hey!"Just about this time, something between the big mounds of cushioning began to stir. Usagi somehow made it back to the battle field, wincing and walking awkwardly as she held back the titanic urge to empty her bladder.The battle went on without the daimon's weak spot being so much as cracked. To make things even worse, the attacks it used on Usagi failed to help her discreetly wet herself. It attacked her with bubbles, jets of steam, and volleys of icicles, but never once hit her with a blast of water. As ineffective as the other girls' fighting was, Usagi's was noticeably worse. She was slow, moved stiffly, and even fell down once. This caused the concern of the other Senshi when they regrouped to think of a new plan."What's wrong? You're not fighting like yourself," Ami said."It's just that...I have to...I have a problem.""What problem?""I have to go," Usagi mumbled in timid embarrassment. None of the girls heard."What did you say?""Speak up.""I have to go," she said a little louder. "As in go.""Oh," Ami said."I see," Rei said."That explains the stiffness," Minako said."Should've gone before you left," Makoto said."Stop that!" Usagi screamed."This is a problem," Rei said. "You can't fight in your current state.""I don't see why not," Makoto said. "Having to go isn't a serious handicap. You just need to stop thinking about the problem, grit your teeth, and follow through with the battle.""It's not that easy!" Usagi whined. "We don't all have bladders the size of watermelons.""And who says I do?" asked an annoyed Matoko."Anybody who's heard you empty it," Usagi remarked."The crybaby has a point," said Rei."Who else has been listening to me use the toilet?!?" demanded an indignant Makoto. All the eyes around her avoided contact, and a few cheeks turned rosy."It's not like we have to listen to hear it," explained a slightly ashamed Minako."Would you mind if I took a break from the fighting to use the restroom in that building?" Usagi asked.The other Senshi steadfastly refused to let her go into the building. "You're Sailor Moon!" Rei said. "You can't just walk into a public restroom."Ami had a sensible protest. "Besides, it'll take too long to go there and back, and you don't know if the building's locked, and you don't know where the restrooms in it are, and you don't know if it has any, and you don't know how many frightened people are taking refuge in there.""Just tinkle behind those bushes so we can all get back to fighting," Minako said."You can be out of action that long so long as one of us guards you from attacks," Makoto added.Ami volunteered."Then there's no problem," Rei said. The two girls broke away while the other three returned to battle to try out a new plan."Just don't look," Usagi said to Ami."I'll be looking the other way, at the daimon.""Just, whatever happens, don't you dare look!"And so Usagi went behind the shrubbery to do her deed while Ami stood guard. But when she went to pull down her panties she discovered a design flaw in her uniform. There was no seam around her waist, like there would be on a normal outfit. Instead, the panties were attached to her leotard, forming a single continuous garment. She tried to pull them aside and do her deed through the leg hole, but they wouldn't budge an inch. They were almost like a coat of paint sprayed onto her body."Stupid magical clothes!" she muttered, and gave up. Once she walked out from behind the bushes, Ami assumed she'd done her deed and ran to join the others. Usagi didn't know what to do, but it didn't matter, since there were schoolgirls flying at her before she had time to think. The daimon's high-pressure hoses and fast reflexes had gotten the better of the team. Soon there was a pile of five girls rubbing the sore spots where they'd fallen. Usagi had been knocked on her butt again, and the jarring motion made her lose control. She stopped the flow instantly, but felt a little damp.They all got up and prepared another strike."Did you go?" Rei asked Usagi."No.""Go!" the Sailor Senshi all shouted in unison."I can't! It's this stupid outfit. My stupid panties are attached to my stupid top, and I can't get the stupid things off to take a stupid leak!""Maybe you're just stupid," Rei speculated."Shut up!""She's right," Makoto said. "I'm not stupid!""No, I mean the suits. The panties won't come off. I never thought about that.""Just pull them aside and go out the leg hole," Minako suggested. "That's what I do when I'm in a one-piece swimsuit.""I tried, but they're too tight," Usagi said."I didn't need to know that, Mina," Makoto said."Then you know what you have to do," Rei said, looking at Usagi with a serious expression."No, I don't.""You're so dense! You need to just go in your panties.""No!""But it's your only choice," Ami agreed. "You can't fight without going, and you can't go without detransforming, and you can't detransform without risking exposing yourself. I mean your identity," she added, realizing the double entendre."But I'm in the middle of the Kobayashi Pavilion! You're all here! The daimon's here! There are hundreds of people watching! And some of them are taking pictures! I just can't do it.""You must," Rei insisted. "It's your duty as a Sailor Senshi.""Would you do it if you were in my place?""Of course not!""Then why should you expect me to?""I wouldn't because I'd never be in your situation! None of us would! We have control over our bodies.""Really?" Usagi said angrily. "Because I seem to remember hearing about a certain girl who used to have a certain problem every night." Minako blushed, thinking she was talking about her, but Rei was the real target, and she protested."That's just a rumor I've been wrongly associated with! There's absolutely no truth to it!""Quit bickering!" Makoto yelled. "We're all going to die if we don't do something!""What's the point of surviving if I'm going to want to be dead!?!" Usagi said"If you go in your panties I'll give you that whole box of manga I keep under my bed," Minako said.Without another word, Usagi bent over and put her hands on her knees. Her eyes squinted shut. Her panties, now visible to anyone behind her, suddenly got a wet spot. It grew and grew, and started dripping down on the cement in dark yellow drops. Soon there was a dark semicircle where the fabric clung to her buttocks, showing the contours of her perky adolescent bottom, and a steady golden stream was falling to the ground. But her hissing pleasure-filled release was happening faster than the water could drain from the undies, and so they retained water and swelled up. As much as her well-rounded rear end had stuck out already, the panties soon stuck out much more, and it began to look like there was a big yellowish-white balloon under her short half-wet skirt. The stream was joined by streams coming out of the leg holes. Some hit the ground, some rushed down her thighs to tickle her legs and turn her red knee-length boots a deep burgundy. There were five puddles on the ground, which converged into one giant one. Finally, the bottomless jug that was Usagi's bladder was finally empty. "I feel so good!" she said with a grin."I feel so disgusted," was the predictable response from Rei."I guess Makoto's not the only one with a horse bladder," observed Minako, who had watched with morbid attentiveness and was still staring at the massive puddle with a curious look on her face."I guess Ami's not the only Sailor Senshi with water-based attacks," jeered Makoto, still in denial about her own extraordinary urinations.Ami was the only supportive one. "I'm proud of you Usagi. That took courage."As far as humiliation went, Usagi had hit rock bottom. She couldn't possibly feel worse. All that anger and frustration wound up being channelled at the daimon."Making me stain my panties that were as white and pure as my crystal heart? I will not forgive you!" There was so much rage in the young blonde's eyes that the daimon leaked a little out of fear. "In the name of the Moon, I will punish you!" With that, Usagi did her most forceful Moon Spiral Heart Attack ever, and the daimon was obliterated, along with some nearby landscaping. The next day Sailor Moon's public accident was all over the tabloids, and Usagi was too embarrassed to leave her room. At least she had manga to keep her entertained. |
'Life is just a long, miserable slog towards an inevitable destination. You spend all your life looking for some deeper meaning that doesn't exist, and then at the end you realize it was all for nothing. Some of us just realize a little earlier than others. Life sucks, and then you die.' Kaley took a deep breath after her little monologue, and closed her eyes, an unconscious habit. Perhaps she just didn't want to look at Jacob.
'Did you always feel this way, do you think? Do you remember?' Jacob, her therapist, was the most patient man in the universe. Every week for the past nine months, he'd listened to her misery and never once had he expressed frustration. She would certainly have been frustrated, because she knew she must be a tough nut to crack. It had taken her a while to let her guard down slightly: in the beginning, she'd been almost mute, staring into the floor or the ceiling. But once she had realized that Jacob didn't really care, but at the same time didn't not care, she had become a little more comfortable expressing her feelings. He was just doing his job, very patiently, and unlike everyone else, he was as numb to her as she was to him, and to everything else. There was nothing mean-spirited about this numbness: it was simply that he held his professional distance, which was quite different from the hysterical distance to which most people recoiled at the mention of depression.
The office was held in neutral grays and beige. Over Jacob's desk hung some sort of cubist reproduction, also in muted colors. Overhead, a fluorescent light buzzed. Kaley idly wondered if Jacob's office was some sort of metaphor for life.
The truth was that she didn't remember how long she'd felt this way, and she said so. It certainly felt like forever.
'I'm sure you can think of one thing, just one little thing that makes you want to live.' Kaley took a sip of her water and adjusted the hem of her skirt. This week's appointment was running out the clock, and they hadn't come any closer to a solution. And now she wouldn't be able to go next week, because she'd be flying out to meet her parents.
She thought back. As far back as she could remember, there was only gray and dark blue. The black dog. 'There's one thing,' she said. But she'd put that all behind her long ago. She couldn't bring herself so say it. 'But... It's nothing.' Kaley shifted in her seat.
Jacob's eyes sought her out, almost dragged her gaze upward from the floor to lock with his. She had to give it to him: if nothing else, he had kind eyes. 'I have to ask this,' Jacob said. 'Does it involve hurting yourself in any way?'
She had to think for a moment. In the end, probably not. She wasn't cutting or burning or choking herself, nor did she have any eating disorders. She took a gulp of water, shifted her legs again, and shook her head.
'That's good. Then you don't have to tell me, but I think you should keep doing that thing.' Wait, how did he even know it was a verb? Couldn't it be a noun? Chocolate ice cream cones? Colored leaves in the fall? Perhaps he knew her well enough by now to know those things all left her feeling nothing at all. They were just dead things.
Jacob seemed to be wrapping things up, so she finished her glass of water and stood up.
'See you in two weeks, then,' Jacob said. She picked up her trolley bag and rolled on past the toilets in the corridor, giving them a dismissive look. The receptionist was an exceptionally cheery girl whom Kaley had first assumed was hired purely to torture the unhappy bastards who passed through the psychologist's. She always gave Kaley a smile and asked about her day (usually monotonous) and plans (frequently none), filling in the gaps by expanding on her own busy life. In the nine months she'd come here, Kaley had learned that Anne the receptionist kept a little zen garden, because 'it always cheers me up in the morning,' that she practiced yoga, that she was always going on dates with her loving boyfriend, and that she believed in karma, 'but only the good kind.' Anne shot a curious look at her bag, and Kaley was obliged to explain that she was visiting family.
'How exciting!' said Anne, handing Kaley her receipt. She didn't feel very excited. But then again her default mode was apprehensive, so perhaps neutral was a step in the right direction.
Kaley refilled her bottle at the water cooler in the corner, stashed it in her purse and bid Anne farewell. Looking at the time, 3:30 PM, she realized she needed to get a move on. As she stepped out on the street, she was almost run over by a bicycle. Kaley felt her bladder jolt as the bicyclist's arm bumped into her on his way past. 'Watch out, dammit!' the bicyclist yelled, and then he was gone.
Normally, she'd walk to the station, but she figured she didn't have the time. She attempted to hail a cab, but it rushed past. Shit. She'd have to walk a block down to find a cab, then rush to the train station, then hope she'd catch a train quick so she'd make her plane. Why would everything have to be so complicated? By now, her steps were a little tense, but nothing she couldn't handle. Kaley strode forward, her heels clicking in rhythm with the little wheels on her trolley bag. Click-click-click.
'Where to, miss?'
'Central station. And quickly, please.' Kaley picked up her water bottle and took a gulp as the cab pulled out. Talking for an hour had left her mouth dry. She had to remind herself to stay hydrated on the days she was seeing Jacob. A bumpy street reminded her that what goes in, must come out. She was now clearly in need of a bathroom, but for some reason she didn't particularly feel like finding one. For one thing, she was in a hurry. The airport would have bathrooms, as would the plane. And then there was something else. The fullness reminded her of her connection to the world. She felt like an empty shell, but her body was reminding her that she wasn't. Kaley paid the cabbie and stepped out.
Once inside the looming station building, she quickly located a train to the airport. Her cellphone said 4:03 PM, and the train was departing at 4:09. She sat down on a bench and finished up her water. She thought of Jacob. He wasn't much older than her twenty-four years, probably recently out of school. She must be like a test run for him. One of his first real patients. So far, he was failing miserably. He'd diagnosed her with major depressive disorder, with primarily anhedonic features. Depression comes in two guises: there is the sad, teary, hating yourself and the world kind of depression. And then there's the boring, monotonous, joyless kind of depression, where you're not so much actively sad as stably unfeeling and uncaring. Nothing felt particularly enjoyable to Kaley. Eating was a chore, going out with friends didn't bring her any joy, her work was simply a way to sustain herself, nothing more. She wasn't so much gazing into the abyss as she was the abyss. Suicide had never occurred to her, because there didn't seem to be any more point in dying than there was in living.
Her train pulled in, and she got on. As she sat down, her bladder gave a jolt, and she had to sit with her legs touching, hands in her lap.
There was something about Jacob, though. He was probably handsome. Kaley didn't really know. She had never had any boyfriends, or girlfriends, for that matter. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty enough. Today, she was wearing what one of her coworkers had dubbed 'office sexy.' A white blouse, unbuttoned in the neck just enough to show some skin, over a gray blazer. She had a gray skirt that went up to her belly button, but not longer down than halfway to her knees. Long enough to wear to work, short enough to show off her pantyhose-clad legs and so that, if the wind blew right, a lucky gentleman could get a peek at what lay beneath. Today, that was a small pair of red cotton panties. They sat snuggly around her cheeks—those same cheeks that were now clenched tightly. Her face was framed by brown hair that fell gracefully to her shoulders. She had dimples that appeared on the rare occasion that she smiled. No, Kaley was not an unattractive young woman. She had enough of male attention. But she rarely thought that anyone of either sex was particularly attractive. And more importantly, she didn't feel like a sexual being. Kaley rarely felt aroused, or sexy.
Kaley felt something stir in her crotch. She had to pee, for sure. But there was something else.
The train pulled in to the station. Come to think of it, she hadn't even seen a conductor. Consequently, she hadn't paid anything. That brought a smile to her lips. Kaley didn't smile much. As she stood up, that smile was replaced by a look equally surprised and concerned. Standing up, all the liquid in her bladder became a lot heavier. She'd underestimated her need, and it had come back to bite her. Climbing down to the platform, she had to clench with all her might.
Kaley stood impatiently on the escalator, stuck behind a couple with a young child. Her slender legs were gaining tone; her ass was clenched; the muscles around her peehole were strained. And she felt a strange warmth spread from her belly down to her pussy. Kaley's cheeks flushed, and she smiled. She was actually enjoying this. She remembered—a long time ago. It had been so long, but her by now rather desperate need for a bathroom was bringing back feelings she thought she'd forgotten. That was the reason she went to see Jacob in the first place: to get her feelings back. And right now, she felt emotions swell and swirl all around in her belly. On shaky legs, Kaley made her way to a machine and retrieved her boarding pass. Then she was faced with a dilemma: on the one hand, there was a restroom fifteen yards from where she was standing. On the other, the line for the security check was enourmous. She checked her cell: 4:41 PM. Kaley didn't have a lot of time, so she joined the queue.
In her state of desperation, she became hyperaware of her own movements. She tried to keep it subtle. It was almost like a game: don't give in, don't show off your need, pretend you don't have to go at all. A game, because she could certainly make it through security, and right on the other side, she knew, there was a row of restrooms. Kaley was usually reserved, unwilling to call attention to herself, but today, she found herself enjoying her state, and not really caring who knew. But hiding that need was more fun. Fun. There was another word, like feelings, that had drifted out of her vocabulary.
As she stood there all tense, a tapping foot the only outward sign of her need to pee, she also became hyperaware of everyone else's gestures and posture. Maybe you've noticed that when you have to pee, it becomes so much easier to project that need onto others. A couple spots in front of her in the line, Kaley noticed a teenage girl in tight jeans and a short jacket, bent over, seemingly to check on her luggage. But the girl didn't get up as the queue moved forward, so the man in front of Kaley bumped into her and finally maneuvred himself past. Certainly a faux pas, to jump the line. As Kaley passed the girl, she noticed the girl's hands were buried in her crotch. Her face seemed strained. Kaley didn't know for sure that this girl needed to pee, but it sure looked that way. The prospect seemed exciting. 'Are you all right?' Kaley asked the girl. The girl looked up, blushing, but didn't say anything. Kaley offered her a hand. 'Queue's moving fast, might want to get up,' she offered. The girl reluctantly let go of her crotch and took her hand, her face turning a deeper shade of purple. 'Thanks,' she said meekly. Kaley snuck a glance at her crotch. Dry. The girl might be about fifteen. She reminded Kaley of herself at that age.
Kaley had never felt much like a sexual being. As her girlfriends started whispering about boys and masturbation, she fell silent. Then she discovered something odd. One day, she was in a rush and had to forgo her morning pee. By second period, she really needed to pee. But she also felt a curious warmth in her nether regions, her heart beating faster, a flushing of the cheeks. She kept holding until lunch, and then she finally gave in and headed to the bathroom. When she saw the porcelain seat, the excitement and tension of being so near relief almost had her going in her pants. As she lowered her panties and peed, a powerful feeling took hold of her and shook her in her seat, leaving her dazed, feeling like a million bucks. That, Kaley guessed, must have been her first—and still one of only a handful—real orgasm she had. Full body shaking with pleasure. After that experience, she started holding her pee habitually. She was often in a desperate state by the time she got home from school, and her after-school pee was the scene of her first play-sessions with herself. But there was something faintly shameful, she felt, about all this. She didn't feel aroused by boys, and not by girls either. The only time she got that hot, heart-thumping feeling was when she was holding her pee. Kaley didn't feel like she could tell her friends about her discovery, and so she kept quiet when the subject of boys, or masturbation, or arousal came up. She held her secret like she held her pee, but unlike her pee, she'd never released it.
Kaley had started going to bed with an uncomfortable bladder, knowing that she'd wake up desperate in the morning, and then she could start the day with a little play-session. Those were the best days, when she could envelop herself in pleasure before she even met anyone. On those days, and only those days, Kaley found herself the center of attention. Her circle of friends naturally left her in the spotlight, and she noticed guys checking her out. She dressed sexy, something most of her friends seemed to take for granted. It was beautiful. Waking up full, shaking, swinging her feet over the side of the bed and almost peeing right there in the bedding. Reaching down between her legs to hold and almost coming just then. Running for the toilet, absolutely bursting. If someone was in the bathroom, she'd have to calculate if she could wait another five minutes, or if she had to hobble to the downstairs bathroom. By the time she was in the bathroom, her panties were damp with excitement. And then she'd release it, and hopefully her arousal would gain some release as well.
Kaley was fifteen, and it was a Saturday night. She felt like being naughty, like getting real desperate and then exploding all over the toilet bowl. So she drank soda until she got chills and almost felt a little coming up in her mouth again. Soon enough, she felt a distinct need to pee, but she wasn't properly desperate. It was also a boring Saturday night, with no plans, so she figured she'd complete her fetishistic little ritual the next morning. Kaley went to bed, tossed and turned, and fell asleep. There was no school the next morning, so she didn't set her alarm. Her parents hadn't decided on one of their 'family days,' on which they tried to make up for their disconnect with their children by planning a cloying set of 'family activities,' so they weren't around to wake her. Kaley slept in. She woke around 10:30 in the morning, on her stomach. Something was wrong. Her nightshirt felt warm, and she quickly located the source between her legs, as her panties were dripping wet with pee. It was still warm, so she must have woken just too late. A matter of mere minutes between her making it and her wetting the bed like a toddler. That was how close she'd come, but she'd landed on the wrong side. Kaley was laying in a warm puddle, her ass wet, her pussy wet, her stomach and shirt wet, and still she needed to pee. She was fifteen and she'd pissed the bed. This wasn't fun. This wasn't exciting. This was embarrassing. Kaley felt terrible. She felt ashamed. When she brought her wet sheets down to sneak them in the washer, she met her father, and there was no doubt about what she'd done. 'Kaley, that's terrible,' was all he said.
And since then, since that accident at fifteen, for the last nine years, Kaley had denied herself any pleasure from holding. If she happened to go without a bathroom for a while, she enjoyed the pros of a strong bladder, but only so that she could hold on for the first available place for her to relieve herself. Seeing the girl in the security queue, feeling her own pee bearing down on her sphincter, Kaley was reminded of those teenage feelings. She decided she wasn't going to give in just yet.
By the time she got to the head of the queue, it was 5:03 PM. Standing still had now become an impossibility. Much as she tried to hide it, Kaley really needed to pee. She couldn't hold on just standing still, so she began subtly shifting in place. Her hands were balled up in fists by her sides, dying to grasp between her legs. Gingerly, she placed her bag on the conveyor belt. Sweat beaded her brow. She must look like she was trying to smuggle a ton of heroin as she walked past the metal detector. 'Is there something wrong, miss?' Asked a young, female security officer. Kaley couldn't stand still. She couldn't think straight. 'Miss, please step aside,' the officer said. She made Kaley spread her legs and hands, and then proceeded to pat her down. As she brushed over Kaley's distended abdomen, Kaley felt her entire bladder fall down onto her peehole, and she had to strain every muscle in her body to hold on. The pressure was too much. She slipped up for a moment, and a few drops leaked into her panties. Kaley blushed. She couldn't remember the last time her panties had been wet. She felt a drop soak into the cotton, she felt the cotton struggle to absorb it, and then she heard a soft patter as a few drops hit the floor.
The security officer seemed to have caught on to what was really going on. Kaley wasn't smuggling heroin, she was smuggling a bladder on the verge of overflowing. 'Sorry, miss,' the officer said. 'I'm sure you'll find a way to get comfortable before your flight,' and she indicated the restrooms just ahead.
Kaley nodded stiffly. She was embarrassed, but the embarrassment was overpowered by her arousal. Stress is a fine line: it's a form of physical arousal. The body produces cortisol, the stress hormone, and it releases noradrenaline, the neural signal that wakes your body up, speeds up your heart, and generally tells your body something big is about to go down. But this is much the same as sexual arousal. When you're feeling naughty, your body is aroused much the same way as when you're afraid, and this time, Kaley's desperation, her embarrassment, her pounding heart were all telling her one thing: god fucking damn it, I'm so horny. Kaley retrieved her bag and gave the restroom doors a long, hard look. The time was 5:07 PM. Her plane was leaving at 5:30. It would be boarding soon, but it was a short walk to the gate. She could pop into the bathroom real quick and relieve herself. And she really should, seeing as she'd already leaked. But not today. Kaley strode on confident, if tense legs to the gate.
The plane started boarding as she reached the gate. She had to cross her legs as she handed her boarding pass to the clerk, but she made it onto the plane dry. Well, aside from the few drops she'd lost earlier. Her seat was in the middle of the plane, right behind an emergency exit. Incidentally placed such that the distance to the two lavatories was equal, and equally long. She had a window seat, as well, and when she'd placed her bag in the overhead compartment and taken her seat, a middle-aged, overweight man took the seat beside her. The extra dough around his belly spilled over the armrest, and Kaley had to squeeze into the window to avoid his bulk. 'Hmph,' said the man. Kaley had no idea what he was hmphing at. She had her own concerns. Sitting down severely limited her options for holding it, especially if she wanted to avoid calling attention to herself. Truth be told, she wouldn't mind some attention right now. If there was one thing Kaley lacked in her life, it was positive attention. She got some attention from men on occasion, but she quickly brushed them off, and her interactions with coworkers and old high school friends were usually cursory. But she couldn't risk getting the attention of a flight attendant, because she didn't know how she could refuse the toilet if it was blindingly obvious that she was in desperate need of it.
The plane finished boarding, and the safety demonstration was held. She didn't pay attention. Kaley crossed her legs tightly, knitted her hands together in her lap, and started straight ahead. All her muscles were tense. She barely caught the captain announcing an expected flight time of one hour twenty minutes. Kaley didn't know if she could last twenty minutes. During takeoff, she was pushed back in her seat and the seatbelt dug into her bladder so hard she simply had to grab herself. The fat man beside her hmphed at her, but said nothing that could be construed as language. She felt a warmth down there, and she pushed back. She hadn't leaked, she thought, but her panties were sticky with arousal already. She longed to touch herself.
Then they were in the air, and for a moment, the pressure let up, fell into the background. That left her with some spare thought capacity. She thought back on that fateful Sunday morning nine years ago. She'd woken up wet, and once she understood what had happened, she became terribly ashamed. Maybe that accident was the germ of her depression. Kaley decided to repress herself as a sexual being completely. She'd found something that aroused her, something that was more exciting than handsome hunks or beautiful chicks, and all it had done was leave her in shame. Kaley wasn't even religious, yet she felt as if she'd committed some terrible sin, and losing the joy in her life seemed an appropriate punishment. Sure, there were other factors. Kaley had always been a quiet, reserved type, and though she had friends, she hardly felt like she could confide in them. Her parents, though they clothed and fed her and kept her under a roof at night—in a bed that had recently been warm and wet, a memory Kaley relieved every night, often getting up to squeeze out a few drops of pee five, six, even seven times before she fell asleep—they didn't really seem to care about her life, her aspirations, or her feelings. Every once in a while they would seem to wake up and decide they were all going to be a real family, one with loving relations, a family that does things together because they love each others' company, but those occasions were rare and served only to underscore how little they cared the rest of the time. They had careers, they had hobbies and friends, and they had their 'couple time' when they'd go on vacation and unload Kaley to some aunt or family friend's care. Kaley slipped into a long, dark hole, and when she emerged, the world had become gray. The color yellow seemed to have become more subdued, almost nonexistent. Autumn leaves were boring, dead plant matter. Only one thing retained its full yellowness: pee. And pee was shameful.
Kaley's bladder contracted. She fought back. It contracted again, and this time, a little bit leaked out. Kaley felt her panties stick to her sex, and the seat of her panties was getting damp. She clamped her hands in her lap, and was grateful to see the fat man had fallen asleep. That gave her a little more room. But when another drop escaped, she became concerned about her skirt, so she discretely lifted it in the back, leaning back in her seat so as not to expose her damp panties to the seats opposite her. Just as another wave of pressure hit her, a flight attendant appeared with her little trolley of refreshments, and Kaley had to straighten up. Her cheeks were already flushed, from excitement and embarrassment, twin emotions, but there was nothing she could do about that. As she sat up straight, her skirt fell back. The motion also put enough pressure on her bladder that, as she removed her hands from her lap in order to appear presentable to the flight attendant, she lost it for a moment. This time it wasn't just a few drops. Kaley felt a warmth spread around her butt, and she must have peed a good three seconds. She hoped nothing showed on her skirt.
'Can I get you anything, miss?' The flight attendant was young, pretty, and cheerful. The same kind of person as Anne the receptionist. 'Perhaps some coffee? Compliments of the airline, of course.' She put out a cup of hot liquid for Kaley to take before she could say no, so she had to take it. The cup was scalding hot. The shock was enough to send a second of pee into her panties before she could put the cup away on the folding tray in front of her. It seemed she could do nothing that wouldn't make her leak. But there couldn't be more than half an hour left of the flight, either. The prospect of holding on until landing excited her. She had two choices right now: either she could wake up the fat man, ask him to move out of the way, and hobble desperately to one of the lavatories, exposing her plight to the whole plane. Or she could try to hold on. But right now, the latter option, while tempting, seemed almost impossible. Kaley looked down on her skirt. She could feel wetness on the underside, but nothing had soaked through so it was visible on the front yet. When was the last time she'd been this desperate? Never.
At the same time, she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this many emotions at once. The last time she felt anything, really felt it, other than a vague sense of unease and an equally vague shame. She must hold on.
'This is your captain speaking,' said the intercom. 'Just wanted to let you know we might have some turbulence coming up. Don't worry, it's nothing bad.' Bzzt. Turbulence was the last thing Kaley needed. She held on bravely for a minute, and felt absurdly proud of herself for not leaking any more. A twenty-four-year-old woman, smiling and practically glowing with pride because she managed to go a minute without peeing on herself. She almost had to laugh at the thought. Then the turbulence hit. She was lifted into the air, seat belt digging into her bladder, and then she was roughly slammed down. Upon impact, she began peeing, and couldn't stop for five whole seconds. Kaley felt no relief, but she did feel very wet in her panties. Some pee had soaked into the seat, and her panties were now struggling to contain the pee. Her thin pantyhose was no use, it might as well not be there. When Kaley looked down, she saw that a small wet spot had developed on the front of her skirt, and she guessed that a larger one must be accenting her ass.
'We are now starting our descent, and should be on the ground in about twelve minutes. The seatbelt sign has now been switched on, and we ask that you remain in your seats and ensure that all electronic devices are turned off,' said the intercom. Kaley now had her hands permanently buried in her crotch, and she was shifting her weight around constantly. Now she was trapped in her seat for real. There was no way she was getting out of this dry and clean. Kaley realized with a blush that she was about to have a full-blown accident. It was only a matter of time. She couldn't remember the last time she had an accident. She'd wet the bed at fifteen, but not once in her many pee holds had she lost it, and she had never had any true accidents as far as she could remember either. The thought terrified her, but the excitement of trying to hold on was too strong. Kaley had to admit, she was enjoying this.
She was now leaking with regularity. She'd once again pulled up her skirt as much as she could without being indecent, but there was no hope for her panties, and there would be a tell-tale spot on the seat when she got up. The wet spot on the front of her skirt had now grown to the size of about two or three thumbs put together, and Kaley started to doubt even the remote hope that somehow she'd be able to cover up her accident from the other passengers. Once she got up, it was all over. Her cover would be blown. Her face was crimson, her chest thumping, and her pussy was aching. Kaley's bladder seemed like an afterthought.
As the minutes passed, and her butt got progressively wetter, Kaley started to wonder if she could even get up without losing it completely. Which would be worse: losing it in her seat, and then having to show off the evidence afterwards, or losing it in plain view of the whole plane? The former seemed preferrable. Should she just let go? She ached to let go, but at the same time, her enjoyment of the situation was tied to her fight to hold on. She didn't want to give in.
In he end, matters were decided for Kaley. As the plane hit the ground, the force of impact was enough for Kaley to lose control. She frantically pushed at her pee hole through her skirt, which only served to wet the skirt further. All muscle control had left her, and she could only sit there helplessly peeing. The plane taxied to the gate, and her fat seatmate had woken up to see a grown woman wetting herself in the seat beside him. Kaley felt the warmth envelop her, and she felt something grow in her belly, a different kind of warmth, which spread from there, down to her pussy, and from there sent branches of pleasure coursing through her entire body. She was orgasming and having an accident, on a motherfucking plane, with a fat man watching her in disbelief. Kaley had closed her eyes, but she opened them now and stared straight into the eyes of the fat man. He was all but bald, she noted. Probably envied her beautiful, long hair. The feeling of being watched intensified her pleasure, and a little moan escaped her. She was still peeing, and now the seat had had enough, and was sending pee cascading over the edge and down her legs. A soft pitter-patter of pee could barely be heard over the roar of the plane. Kaley closed her eyes and then opened them again, the ecstasy dying down, and her sinking into post-orgasmic bliss. Her stream was finally abating, and she continued holding the gaze of the fat man until he looked away. 'Hmph,' he said. 'For shame.' And then he said nothing more. Kaley sat panting and sweating. She looked down at her skirt: the entire front was drenched, as was no doubt the back. She couldn't escape this. So she had to own it.
The fat man got up quickly once the seat-belt sign was switched off and retrieved his luggage. He was off so fast you'd have thought Kaley was a troll. But she wasn't: she was a beautiful young woman in a soaking wet skirt and dark red, dripping panties. Kaley decided there was no reason to cover up anything that wasn't indecent, and besides, she was already wearing indecent all over her waist, so she unbuttoned her blouse further, showing off her cleavage. She got up slowly, then bent over as if she were picking something up from her seat, giving the seats opposite her a good view of her wet ass. Then she grabbed the arm of a young man in front of her and asked him if he'd be so kind as to help her get her luggage from the overhead compartment. The man stared from her face—now there were dimples visible—down to her cleavage, and then was transfixed by the wet patch that spread from Kaley's crotch down to the hem of her skirt and beyond. But he did as she asked. Kaley could feel, and hear, drops of pee fall from her skirt down onto her legs. A little rivulet snaked its way along her inner thigh, seeking her shoe.
Kaley got stares all around, but she had found something in herself that had been missing, and carried herself with as much confidence and grace as one can muster while walking around in clothes obviously drenched in pee. 'I'm terribly sorry,' Kaley said to the stewardess at the front of the plane—who was trying, and failing, to politely avert her eyes from Kaley's disaster—'but I'm afraid I had a little accident in my seat.' She smiled to the flight attendant and walked off the plane. She wasn't sorry at all. She was terribly excited.
Kaley turned her phone on and called Jacob's office to cancel her next appointment. Then she did something she'd never done: instead of just leaving the airport, she walked over, still in her dripping wet skirt, and sat down at an airport bar. She took a seat beside a handsome young man in a banker's business suit and ordered a martini. 'Excuse me,' said the man. 'I couldn't help but notice your, uh...'
'My what?' She put on a coy smile and took a sip of her drink. 'My cleavage, or the fact that I just pissed myself?' Her clothes were now cooling down, and so were her feelings. But she was intoxicated with the potential for more feeling, and she wanted to push it as far as it could go. She added: 'I imagine you quite enjoyed the sight of both.'
The young banker smiled. |
I recently learned that a medium Starbucks coffee, or whatever Italian name they have for it, is actually freaking huge. And since I'd bought it, I had to drink it all. Fuelled by this caffeine bomb, after vacuuming my room and doing some laundry, I got over writer's block. I don't drink coffee much. I promised you some more of this story if you all liked it, and here it is.
If there was one thing Kaley hated more than crying babies, barking dogs, corn flakes, and trying to squeeze the last bit out of a tube of tooth paste, it was boredom. Her life had gone from apathy to restless ennui. Suicide? Why think about it. It was boring. To die and be nothing for the rest of eternity was the ultimate boredom. She was not depressed anymore. She felt like a real human being, albeit one in the terminal stages of long, drawn out, boring boredom. She needed an out. Something to break the cycle of one thing after another, the next less interesting than the one before. What she needed was a large bottle of water, an energy drink, and a smile. She had already downed the water, and now she sat on a bench in the city square, tapping her foot and sipping on the energy drink.
It was a fine spring day. Birds were singing. Did they never get tired of the same songs? Were they really communicating with each other? What could birds possibly have to say to to each other? Let's go back to the nest and make some sweet, sweet love? Kaley had read that birds mate by flying into each other, joining their cloaca—their one hole—to transfer the seed from male to female. Gross. What if humans mated via butt bumping? But at least it wasn't boring. It was something else. Her foot was restless. What do bird watchers get out of it? Sitting out there in the forest with their binoculars or cameras with long lenses. Don't they get bored?
Sitting here was no use. Kaley got up and finished the energy drink. Time to do some window shopping. She crossed the square and entered a shopping center with bright, big advertising boards promising thirty, forty, fifty percent off on items she would never need if not for the fact that they were too cheap to pass up. The essence of capitalism. Create a market where there is none; identify something people don't need, and make them want it. Then sell it just slightly cheaper than the competitors, but still expensive enough that you could afford to pay the third world sweat shop workers a liveable wage, but why bother when you could get away with not doing so? Kaley's cynical world view was still intact. She stopped for a moment and felt the contests of her stomach slush against the walls. She was restless, but not from ennui. The feeling inside her flushed her cheeks. It felt like hydraulic tubes inside of her were filling, that pistons were gearing up, clockwork starting up, gears turning, alarm lamps switching from green to yellow. She was excited, and ready to peruse expensive stores for items she could afford, but didn't need.
Kaley entered the nearest store, a perfume shop. The clerk was an attractive woman, about thirty, with tastefully red lips. If Kaley was gay, she'd so do her, but she was not. She stopped for a moment to admire the woman's curves, and couldn't tell if it was because she wanted to be her or because the growing sexual tension inside her was just looking for an outlet, any outlet, even one that swung the other way.
'May I help you with something?' the clerk asked in the insincerely cheerful manner of salespeople everywhere.
'Oh, I was just looking for a new perfume. It's like my usual one isn't cutting it anymore. I'm bored of it,' Kaley said. She wasn't looking for perfume. She was wearing one that blended sensually with all the other smells in the store. Walking into a perfume shop is kind of like walking into a bakery. You can never buy that one thing that smells so good because it's a mix of everything.
'I have a few personal favorites!' said the woman. She sounded almost like she actually cared. Maybe she did. Not everyone hates their job. Just sane people. Kaley recalled a comedian's joke: 'Hate your job? There's a support group for that. It's called everybody and they meet in a bar.'
The clerk walked over and picked out a sample bottle. 'Would you like to try it on?' Almost before Kaley could answer yes, the clerk had sprayed it on her wrist. Kaley sniffed at it. It smelled good. But it probably cost an arm and a leg, and possibly the soul of her firstborn child. Kaley shifted her legs. That energy drink was doing its job. She was alert, almost peppy, at least for her, and so was her bladder. It was making itself known. I'm here, bitch. Better deal with me! A sane person would have gone to the bathroom half an hour ago. Before finishing that energy drink. Kaley was feeling that tingling, the one that precedes the stage where one cannot stand still for more than ten seconds. She smiled. A genuine smile, perhaps the first one in a week. She was enjoying this.
'Mhhm,' she said. 'It smells good, sure. But it's not quite what I'm looking for.' For the next quarter of an hour, the clerk went through half her inventory, it seemed, and for each one, Kaley had a kind word and a follow-up complaint. The clerks demeanor changed from all smiles to poorly hidden irritation. Kaley was deliberately stringing her along, dragging out the time with no intention of buying anything. Finally she shot the clerk a smile and turned. Over her shoulder, she said: 'Maybe I'll come back later. Thanks for all the help, sweetie!' Why did she throw out 'sweetie'? It wasn't like her. Oh well. A woman could surely get away with that. Fairly innocent, and since she wasn't a guy, it wouldn't be misconstrued as hitting on her. Besides, she was leaving, and not looking back.
By now, she was definitely in don't-sit-still territory. Time for a coffee! Kaley entered the nearest coffee shop, ordered a large coffee, black, regular, no milk or sugar, just a regular coffee. None of that fancy crap. To go? Nope. She took her cup and found a seat. She definitely, absolutely needed to pee, no two ways about it. Kaley crossed her legs. Tapped her foot. She was trying to hide it and wanting someone to notice her at the same time. But everyone in the coffee shop was too busy chatting away with their friends or typing their miserable screenplays on MacBooks. This wasn't Hollywood. Maybe they weren't screenplays. Maybe they were novels about lonely young men in the big city, sitting in cafés attempting to write the Next Big Novel, their big break, and struggling with writer's block and the urge to stab themselves in the eye with a fork. If only these people were desperate to pee more often, they might not be so bored. Maybe their life would be filled with more excitement. She drank her coffee and felt her belly grow hot, and it wasn't the only part of her that was tingling. Kaley smiled. Everything was going according to plan. And that plan was poor planning.
The poor woman, mid twenties, sharp dress, just out shopping. Getting so caught up in shopping that she neglected to visit the bathroom. Surely the sensible thing would be to go now, when she was starting to get desperate, but who had time for that? She had money to waste, workers to exploit by proxy, evil corporations to support with her wallet. This woman had no time for bodily functions. The thought of it had Kaley suppressing a giggle. She imagined herself as this character, the superficial shopper with no time for the bathroom. Poor woman. She would soon learn the limits of her bladder. She would be humiliated. But it was her own fault. Her own fault for ignoring her body. What a shame. She should be ashamed of herself for getting into such a situation at her age. As her bladder began to sting painfully, Kaley imagined a backstory for her character.
She never learned. When she was thirteen—not Kaley, her fantasy alter ego—she had ice cream and soda for dinner, and then a big glass of juice with supper. It was her mother's birthday, so she was allowed to indulge. She danced along to the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth, then changed out of her pants into pajamas. Tip-toed happily into bed, where she still had two teddy bears she would hide whenever the cute-in-a-nerdy-way neighbor boy would come around. Kaley's alter feel asleep with a smile on her lips, thinking about birthdays. In the middle of the night, she woke up and something was wrong. She reached down between her legs. They were cold and wet. Her pajamas were soaked. Shamefully, she had to drag her bedding down to her parents' bedroom, a giant wet patch between her pajama legs announcing what she had done. Blushing, she had to explain to grumpy parents why the hell she was waking them up at four in the morning. 'Mom, I... I had an accident. I... wet the bed.'
When she was seventeen, on a road trip with friends, she was too occupied with gossip to make use of the chance to use the facilities at the gas station that served as their rest stop. Soon after they got rolling again, she was squirming. 'Kaley's alter ego, what's wrong?' Her friend... Tamsin, right, her friend 'Tamsin' said. That's about right for this character, to have a friend named Tamsin.
'Uh...' she answered. 'I kinda have to pee a little.'
'God, Kaley's alter, we just stopped like, thirty minutes ago.'
'I didn't go.'
'Of course you didn't. Idiot. Tough luck,' Tamsin said with a smile. 'We're not stopping so soon.'
An hour later, after she had leaked a bit in her panties, the dam burst. Urine pooling between her legs, flowing unrestrained out of her, wetting her panties and her jeans, gathering in the car seat below her, so that she was sitting in a stinking puddle. She began to cry. Sure she had wet herself before—at the movies once she didn't get home quite in time, then there was that time she went skiing, and—but never in front of her friends. She was devastated. Tamsin laughed at her and never let her forget it.
And now, today, so preoccupied with shopping that... Kaley was ripped out of her fantasy by a sharp wave pushing against her sphincter. Now she really couldn't sit still. She almost leaked; she'd been so into her little fantasy that she hardly concentrated on her very full, very real bladder. A close call. Time to go.
Fantasizing had got her juices flowing. Metaphorically and literally. Time to implement the next step in operation poor planning. Where to stage her little mis-en-scène? She entered one clothing store, but it had no customer toilets. Kaley had to stop and cross her legs for a second. How exciting! She actually had to cross her legs for a second in order not to pee her pants. How many adult women have to do that? This day wasn't boring at all. It was the most fun she'd had since that fateful plane ride.
Kaley continued her quest for an audience, stopping here and there to cross her legs, once discreetly putting her hand in between them to get some dry relief. Her panties definitely weren't all dry, but not on account of any leaks. Kaley considered deliberately leaking. Just a little bit. She was now in the upper ranges of the desperation scale, and it would be so easy. Lighten the hold a tiny bit, and get some relief. Give in for a moment. Really stress the precarious situation she was in. But the truth was that Kaley didn't know if she could stop it once she began going. She didn't want to wet herself. Not here, not yet. All in due time. Although there were people around, none of them were paying her any mind. She wanted an audience to her loss of control, not just the aftermath.
Finally she found a suitable stage. A fast food joint full of people gobbling burgers, and just one customer toilet. Free refills on soda and coffee. There was a line to the restroom. Of course there was. It was the busiest time of day, and people were eating and drinking their hearts out. What goes in must come out, like what goes up must come down. Except space rockets, she supposed. But somehow she doubted these people's pee was capable of escaping the Earth's gravitational influence. Much less her own bladder-full of urine. She got in line behind an older woman. In front of the woman were three other people. Kaley was number five. And now she really couldn't avoid putting her hand between her legs. Her bladder was entering the final countdown. It was time for her character to shine.
Kaley did an exaggerated potty dance that definitely caught the eye of some people eating nearby. One teenage boy stared wide-eyed at this young woman obviously desperate to pee. Kaley laid it on thick. She was desperate, perhaps even in terminal descent towards an inevitable catastrophy, but even in her position, this was a little excessive. Just as she had planned. 'Ma'am, please!' She said to the woman in front of her, tapping on her shoulders. 'Could I please, please jump in line? I really don't think I can make it in time!' She continued her frantic potty dance, like a three-year-old girl.
The woman had no sympathy. 'Wait in line like the rest of us,' she said simply, and turned her back to Kaley. 'Oh my god,' said Kaley, bending over to give the pimpled teenager a good luck at her ass, with her fingers wrapped around her crotch, sticking out slightly between her butt cheeks. Then she straightened herself up, and walked out of the joint, cursing no one in particular. She figured she had maybe fifteen minutes until nothing in the power of Man or God could stop her from having an accident. And she intended to use those minutes wisely. She figured she would have barely made it if the line continued inching forward at the same pace, and she wanted to have a genuine accident. That would be in character for her.
Kaley's alter ego, however, had other plans. Screw the bathrooms, she'd pee at home. Silly woman, Kaley thought, smiling at herself. Her alter needed to pick up a few groceries before heading home, so Kaley swung by a supermarket. She picked up a basket and wandered absent-mindedly through the aisles, picking up an item here and there and throwing them in her basket just so it seemed she was doing some actual shopping. Every aisle, she had to look in front of and behind herself to check that no one was looking, and then choose the moment when someone was to bend over and cross her legs and hop around in dire need of a bathroom. Finally she passed by an aisle with baby food, and on the other end, baby diapers. Hmm. She had never even considered them before. Wouldn't that spoil the fun? Kaley glanced at the tiny diapers, and then her eyes stuck onto one pack: For girls ages 8-15, it said. Because a good night is a dry one. Could she fit into those? Wouldn't that be boring? On the other hand, she had thought about recreating her accident in bed at fifteen, the one that had scared her off pee fun for many years. But she'd never made a serious attempt, because she couldn't be bothered with the cleanup. But what if she were wearing... Could she fit into one of those? Only one way to find out. Kaley chucked the pack into her basket. Just then, she felt an irresistible force push against the immovable fortress of her pee hole, and it turned out to be eminently movable. She spurted into her panties. They stuck to her, wet, and when she looked down, a tiny little spot, almost invisible to the naked eye, had appeared in her jeans crotch. Kaley's time was running out. Time to implement the final stage of her plan.
Kaley turned around and headed for the checkout lanes. She chose one with a single person in front of her. An elderly man who took his time putting up his grociers for the cashier to ring up. She was a young girl, maybe sixteen, with blond hair in a bun. Very cute. Just what Kaley wished she'd been at sixteen. Another wave hit her, and she had to bend over. For real this time, she felt like she'd literally explode if she didn't. In doing so, she bumped into a young mother who had gotten in line behind her with her daughter—who was maybe six, Kaley estimated when she turned around to apologize to the perplexed mother. She'd probably never seen an adult woman this desperate before. Lucky her. She would be here to witness the finale. Kaley was sure of it, or she'd make sure of it.
Finally the elderly gentleman was done, and it was Kaley's turn. Her basket was full of stuff she'd chucked in without looking at them. Ramen noodles? She'd eaten enough of that in college. Shampoo of a brand she'd never used before. Gooddamn pickles. She hated those as much as she despised crying babies. Kaley decided to start with the diapers for older girls. Pink package. 'Hi! How's your day going?' she asked the cashier girl, shooting her a smile that turned into a grimace as another wave wracked her.
'Oh, it's going...' the girl's smile flickered for a second when she saw the diapers. Kaley wasn't old enough it was plausible she had a daughter in the age bracket, a bedwetter, and perhaps young and slim enough that she could be buying them for herself. Or 'a friend.' Sure. But the girl got her smile going again after a cursory glance. 'I'm really good, thank you,' she said, picking up the diapers.
At that moment, the grand finale hit. Here come the fireworks. Another wave, the Mother of All Pee Waves. Poseidon himself with his pitchfork and crown of seaweed—or whatever—was riding this wave. If Kaley could withstand this wave, she definitely couldn't sustain the tsunami coming after. She gave in or lost control or both. Kaley's smile grew wider for a moment as the tingling downstairs approached a spontaneous crescendo, before she remembered she was supposed to be terrified. She was peeing herself, loudly and publicly. 'Look mom, that lady's pee-peeing in her pants!' the girl behind her piped. 'Hush, baby,' said the mother. Kaley didn't look back. She looked down in an imitation of shame; actually she was admiring her work. The pee came rushing out unrestrained, hitting the wall of her panties—white, so the pee would hopefully stain them yellow—and bursting into her blue jeans. A waterfall starting at her crotch, the draining of an enormous dam, signed for by Poseidon himself. The pee ran along the insides of her thighs, the fabric clinging to her skin, into her shoes and splashing loudly into the puddle growing at her feet. Kaley had goosebumps. She had to suppress an orgasm. Time for that later. Wouldn't be appropriate in front of a child. Oh, how she wanted it. She'd never wanted anything as badly in her life, except possibly a cure for cancer and nosy neighbors. One shot, you're immune to both. But the thought was like a faint echo. All she could see was her accident unfolding, and all she could hear was the hiss and splatter of it.
Somewhere far away, the cashier forgot her professional attitude. 'Oh my god! You're literally peeing your pants... I mean, I'm so sorry!' Kaley kept on peeing. An adult woman peeing herself attempting to buy a pack of diapers. She could hear the mother and child taking a step back behind her to avoid the puddle. Kaley was white hot. A supernova. Sweat was dripping off her forehead. She had no control. It wasn't a game. Not anymore. She could not stop peeing until she was finished. By the time the flood turned into dribbles, she had thoroughly drenched her pants, pee was between her legs, a little up her butt, even on the front of her shirt. She was dripping, and couldn't suppress a little moan she hoped would be taken for agony, not ecstasy.
Finally, Kaley looked up and met the eyes of the cashier girl. She blushed. Genuinely. This was really embarrassing, not just for her alter ego the superficial shopper with a little bladder problem (perhaps it was bladder ADHD). It was embarrassing for Kaley. She loved to hate it, but she didn't hate the way she loved it. She was having fun. The embarrassment was the icing on the cake.
'Oh my god,' said the cashier. 'I'm so sorry... I'll get someone to clean this up. Are you okay? I mean, I'm sorry, but if I was you I wouldn't be. Again, I'm so...' She clearly didn't know what to say.
'I'm so sorry,' Kaley said. She cast her eyes down. 'I thought I could hold it,' she whispered. She even managed a tear. There was no distinction between fantasy and reality anymore.
'It's gonna be alright,' the girl whispered back. The only thing she could think of to say, Kaley guessed. Drip, drip, drip. When she took a step forward, her shoes sloshed. 'I'm gonna get someone to clean this up,' the girl repeated. 'You just stay here, and...'
'I'd like to just go, if that's okay,' Kaley said.
The girl blushed. 'Of course, of course! I wouldn't want to keep you!'
Kaley walked out of the store in her peed jeans, head downcast just long enough to disappear from the girl's sight, and then she looked up and smiled. She was attracting glances. A young boy pointed; his father whispered to him something along the lines of 'it's impolite to point at people.' A teenage girl gawked. Two teenage boys showed a mixture of disgust and boy hormones, and she caught them staring longingly at her ass when she passed them. Halfway across the square, Kaley realized she still had some left in her, so she stopped and let out a five-second spurt, wetting her panties all over again.
She set out home to finish business. In all the excitement, no one noticed that she hadn't paid for her diapers. |
I debated whether or not to post this. Is this story going in the wrong direction? Nah, I've decided it's just Kaley further exploring her fetish. Now that she's gotten over her shame, she's got a lot to make up for. I also like that this story is episodic. Each installment is somewhat self-contained within the context of the previous chapters. None set up a sequel or follow-up, but there's room for one if I feel like it. That way I won't feel bad about abandoning it, the way I've put some over-ambitious stories on indefinite hold. Enjoy!
'What is it you're looking to improve in your life?' Jacob asked. It was Kaley's first appointment in months.
'I guess I just want to be a real human being again, relate to people in a normal way, and be excited about life without having to become an adrenaline junkie. I need to break boundaries in order to feel alive. Otherwise, I just feel dead.' Kaley was being unusually forthcoming. She usually spoke in riddles and existential philosophy during her sessions. Kaley shifted in her chair and looked Jacob in the eyes, genuinely curious about his answer. There was little reason to think he would suddenly have a breakthrough, clouds parting, transcendental forces bestowing upon him the solution to all her problems. He had never been incompetent, but he hadn't exactly cured Kaley of depression either.
'What kind of boundaries are you talking about?'
'Sexual adventures, mostly.' She wasn't lying: it was just that they rarely involved other people. The exact nature of these adventures would remain private. What use would there be in telling her therapist about her deepest, most shameful desires? It wouldn't be the hot kind of embarrassment, nor the intriguing kind of social boundary to break. Kaley was trying to be subtle about her movements, but apparently she wasn't subtle enough. Instead of commenting on her statement, he made an observation.
'You seem nervous today. I don't know if you've even noticed, but you can't sit still. You're constantly wriggling around. A lot of people do that when they're nervous, and don't even notice it—we all have our nervous habits. Me, I bite my nails, or pens, or pencils, whichever is most immediately accessible. A colleague pointed it out to me recently, actually. I hadn't even noticed, even though I have a stack of gnawed-on pens and pencils and awfully jagged nails.'
At least he didn't expect the real reason for her jumpiness. Kaley had decided to be naughty. This was a new kind of transgression, being desperate in front of someone she had begrudgingly shared so much of herself with. Her closest confidant, really, which was sad given that she—her insurance rather, healthily subsidized by the state—was paying for it. Kaley hadn't peed since before breakfast. She'd had coffee with breakfast, sipped a bottle of water at work. She'd taken half the day off, something she had every right to do after all the overtime she'd been putting in, and had a late lunch before coming to see Jacob. It was 2 PM by now. She'd felt the urge build as she ate her sandwich at a café, and by the time she sat down in Jacob's office, she was in serious need of a bathroom break. Kaley had no intention of asking for one, of course. That was her intention. It was impossible to sit completely still, and hiding her need from someone expertly trained in the art of observation and body language was apparently impossible. She needed a cover. Luckily, she was in a psychologist's office. Half the patients were nervous wrecks.
'I guess it's just this anxious energy I'm feeling,' Kaley said. 'I can't decide if it's excitement or anxiety. It's, like, balancing on the edge of a blade. Those two things are kind of two sides of the same coin, aren't they?' God, the mixed metaphors. 'Both are these states when your body is all amped up, but they feel so different.'
Jacob nodded. 'I think you're onto something there,' he said. 'Would you like to do a relaxation exercise?'
Kaley nodded. As long as it wasn't a bladder relaxation exercise.
'Okay. Make sure you're seated comfortably. Try to maintain good posture. No slouching. Okay? Good. I want you to gradually feel the tension, one body part after the other, and then release it, one body part at a time. Sit still, and focus on nothing but the feeling of your left leg. What's it like, can you feel the tension? Try to break away from any distractions. Don't think about the ceiling fan, don't look at anything in particular.' His voice was rather soothing, Kaley noticed. He'd make a good charlatan hypnotist. You are now feeling sleepy. I spiked your drink. 'Focus on the bodily sensation in your left leg. When you think you've got it, when your mind is fixed on that sensation, I want you to release the tension. Relax the muscles. You can feel them tensing up. Try not to fidget. Just focus on your left leg, then release the tension.'
Kaley tried to follow his directions. She felt her left leg, her foot touching the floor through her shoes, and indeed, her muscles were tense. Probably to do with the holding and the intense concentration she needed to exert not only to avoid peeing her pants, but also to hold still and not do the potty dance she so desperately needed. She tried to relax the muscles in her leg, and she felt the tension subside.
'Good,' said Jacob. 'Now, I want you to focus on your right leg. Fix your mind on the sensation, then release the tension.' She repeated the procedure, and felt her right leg relax.
'Good, good. Now I want you to focus on your upper thighs, the seat of your body, and your abdomen. Can you feel the tension?' Kaley was indeed clenching her ass cheeks like crazy, and giving her bladder muscles a good workout. She nodded. 'Good. Now relax.'
Kaley felt a look of panic flash over her face, eyes wide, as she forced herself to release the tension. She felt the muscles relax, and as they did, so did her iron grip on her bladder. She began peeing. It was only a minor leak: she felt it begin, a one-second shot of pee pushing past her lips, but it was enough to feel herself getting wet. But Kaley had a secret weapon. Under her tan skirt, she was wearing one of the diapers she'd gotten when she staged her accident at a grocery store, four weeks ago by now. This was the first time she'd put one on. It scared and excited her to think that someone might notice, but no one had said anything at the office, and Jacob clearly couldn't see up her skirt or guess what hid between her legs, nor would it be appropriate for him to do so. Kaley had the odd sensation of urine warming her between the legs, and yet the diaper had absorbed it so well, it was just a faint feeling. But there was no mistake: she'd had a tiny accident. There was a crack in the dam. She didn't know what she'd do if she lost it completely in front of Jacob. Would he even notice? Kaley guessed there would be an audible hiss, although she'd never peed in a diaper before, so she didn't know what it would feel or sound like. They were made for girls, and were a tight fit, but once she got them up around her hips, it was almost like she were wearing panties, just a little thicker and fluffier than usual. Their small size didn't bode well for capacity, however. She hadn't done a dry run (a wet run, rather).
'Something wrong?' Jacob asked.
'Oh, uh, nothing. Just a lot of tension there, I guess.' Jacob made no comment, and she got through the rest of her body parts fine.
'Now, do you feel better? Any more relaxed?' Kaley had to admit that she did feel more relaxed. Her entire body was looser, less tense. Her bladder muscles and gluteus maximus were still doing hard work, but the rest of her body was calmer. She nodded.
'This is an exercise you can do at home, or at the office, or wherever. It doesn't need to take more than five minutes. You can afford five minutes, even at work. You work more efficiently when you're relaxed. Some people go for smoke breaks. This is much healthier.' Jacob nodded, as if to confirm his own statement. 'Have you heard of the Yerkes-Dodson law?'
Kaley knew a lot of psychological concepts, but this one was genuinely new.
'The Yerkes-Dodson law states that arousal and performance happens on a bell curve. Picture a bell, right?' Jacob doodled a bell-shaped graph. 'Physical arousal doesn't mean sexual arousal. It just means that your body is awake, stimulated and energized. Being sleepy or generally not bodily aroused correlates negatively with performance. You don't do your best work when you just rolled out of bed. Once you're out of the post-sleep haze, you've had breakfast and perhaps cheated a bit and gotten some artifical stimulation by drinking a cup of coffee, your performance increases. But if you go past a certain point'—here he pointed at the right-hand side of the graph, where the bell started curving downwards, past the peak—'your performance decreases. When you have a panic attack, your body is highly aroused. But you're also physically incapable of performing work. That would be here,' Jacob said, and pointed to the very right-hand side of the graph, where the curve reached zero. 'You perform no better than if you'd been asleep,' and he pointed to the extreme left of the graph, which was also at zero. 'Highly anxious or stressed individuals perform better and become happier if they can move from the hyperaroused state to the right of the graph toward the calmer middle. That's why relaxation exercises can be so useful, not only for your mind, but for your body, too.'
Kaley was certainly hyperaroused. She involuntarily crossed her legs and tried to pass it off casually, but it really was a subconscious distress signal from her brain that said, you're about to piss your pants! Kaley doubted that her tiny pullup-style diaper could contain her flood. The thought of having an accident right there in her therapist's office, of the inevitable humiliation, of making this well-spoken man who always knew what to say speechless, turned her on to no end. Her cheeks were flushed, not from embarrassment or from the strain of holding it, but out of pure lust. She had no sexual feelings toward Jacob. It was the situation itself that was arousing. He was just an unwitting pawn in her game. The game, she reminded herself, that she'd devised as the only way not to wither away from depression. Wasn't that what she came her for? Was it only to satisfy her urges—wasn't she supposed to be asking for advice on her life situation? Her hour was almost up. She might just make it through with a dry emotional well and (almost) dry underwear.
'But it's not relaxation or better work performance I want. I mean, they'd be great bonuses, but most of all I just want to care about life and the world and above all, people again.'
Jacob nodded, he way he did. 'I think relaxation can help you regain some emotional resilience. Depression is often caused by maladaptive responses to stress factors. But I see your point. You're a very intelligent young woman.' As if he was much older than her. 'Your problems might be a bit more... existential. But a lot of the thoughts we make up about how life sucks, and then we die'—he remembered that months later?—'actually are just dark, nightmare-like castles in the air. You might find your dark view of existence is built on these dark emotions, this anhedonia floating around in your head, and once those foundations fall, the whole thing falls down. It wasn't life that sucked. You had a disease that obscured the beauty and meaning that already exists in the world.'
God, that was almost beautiful, Kaley had to admit. She felt her muscles slip, and a few more drops of pee were absorbed by her toddler pants. Her nether regions tingled. She was so aroused, and so desperate to pee, that she had to admit her body was occupying most of her mind. Her basal nature prevented her from philosophizing one way or the other. 'Maybe,' she said. 'Look, I appreciate the relaxation technique, but can we please get back to fixing my shitty life next time?' Her legs were shaking, and she could no longer prevent herself from crossing them. She put one leg over the other as if she were just casually readjusting her posture, but she was clenching tight.
'Certainly. I think this would be a good time to break it up and schedule another appointment. This was your first appointment in months. Did you feel like we went too far off track?' Jacob said.
'No, well, yes...' Kaley had a hard time forming coherent thoughts, much less words. 'I just really, really want to be normal. I mean happy. I told you I found out, ah...' Another spurt of pee pushed against her sphincter, and past, spraying into her diaper. She could feel it expand now, just ever so slightly. Some pee had now pooled under her butt, and she felt slightly squishy. Wetting a diaper didn't feel like wetting her pants. All of it was contained, pressing against her; it didn't spray out of her clothes. All she wanted was to run to the bathroom, not to pee, but to furiously finger herself. It occurred to her highly aroused body—in every sense of the word—that her sudden moan might give Jacob odd ideas, so she had to find an excuse. 'I'm sorry. I just have this big bruise on my leg from when I tried to get up and pee in the night and bumped into some furniture. I almost peed my pants right there, it hurt so much. It still hurts if it brushes against things.' She was proud of her obvious allusion to wetting her pants, so many layers that would go past Jacob: on the one hand, she was just making up a story, and not an implausible one, so layer one that would go past his nose was the lie; the second layer would be the dramatic irony of the situation, her talking about almost peeing herself while actually peeing herself right in front of him; and thirdly, she'd said 'I almost peed myself right there,' which could be a cryptic clue that she had indeed peed herself somewhere else, although of course it was just an expression, and so would pass by unnoticed.
'Oh, well. Hope it heals quickly. How about next Thursday, same time?'
Kaley stood up. 'Sure!' She knew that she was about to have an accident, but she also knew that even if she'd wanted to, she couldn't stall enough to have it in front of Jacob; consequently, she was in a hurry to get out, although exactly where she did not know. Jacob handed Kaley the bill, which she only really had to sign and deliver at the front desk, and then her insurance would take over. She took it and began gingerly walking out of Jacob's office. God, why was it that desperate ladies always walked 'gingerly'? When she wasn't in the mood to stage an accident, she'd been perusing the internet, reading desperation and wetting stories. Wasn't there some other adverb that could be used to refer to the excessively deliberate, careful way a desperate woman walks? Kaley walked trembling to the front desk.
There she was again, Kaley's least favorite person. Anne the receptionist, cheery as ever. 'Sooo nice to see you again, Kaley!' She remembered everyone's names. Even if they were strangers who looked her over on the street once and thought, dat ass, Kaley was sure she'd telepathically intuit their name and greet them if they ever met again. 'Sooo nice to again be admired by you for my genetics' and yoga practice's effects on my buttocks, Mr. Roger McCreeperson!' Kaley was shifting from foot to foot, fighting with all her might not to give in either to her bladder or her desire to stick her hand down her diaper. Her expression must be one of terror, mixed with arousal. 'Oh, honey, what's wrong?' Anne asked.
'Oh, it's nothing serious,' said Kaley, potty dancing to a degree that must be evident even the world's cheeriest and most oblivious receptionist. At that moment, she could feel herself losing control. There simply wasn't any strength left. She gave an involuntary push, and her pee began shooting out into her padded underpants. Kaley felt the strange warmth as her entire crotch, front to back was soaked, how much more of it was left around her waist, pushing against her ass and her vagina, than had she peed her panties. She could hair a faint hiss, a gurgling sound as the pee left her urethra, shot out into the diaper, and began forming a puddle inside once the absorbancy had reached its limits. So odd, to be sitting in a puddle of pee, except she was standing up, and the puddle was fixed to her waist. Kaley was so relieved, she was almost orgasmic, and she was so embarrassed, and so turned on by that embarrassment, it almost pushed her over the edge. She didn't know which was worse, to be caught peeing herself, in a diaper, or to be caught cumming in the reception area of her therapist's office. She couldn't stop peeing. Once she reached her limit, it was all or nothing. No in-betweens. Kaley quickly signed off on the bill in an attempt to distract Anne from her ongoing accident. As Anne was printing out the receipt, Kaley's little diaper reached capacity and began overflowing. Urine ran out of the legholes and began dripping down her legs. Kaley took the receipt and quickly and carefully walked away, trailing pee. She didn't know if she'd gotten away with it, although she was sure Anne would express her condolences on behalf of her bladder control the next time she saw Kaley. 'Kaley honey, I'm sooo sorry about your little pee-pee accident last time, you know you don't need to be shy about asking for a bathroom break, which reminds me, this one time my cousin's friend's sister didn't ask to go...' Of course, Anne was too perfect to ever have an accident herself, and she was just the type to cheerfully describe it as a 'little pee-pee accident.'
Kaley's hatred for Anne was completely irrational. How can you be angry at someone for being too good and nice to other people? She was the manifestation of the perfect person who was never overly upset, existing in a constant state of mild hypomania without the crash of depression. In Kaley's head, she was much more perfect and therefore much worse than the actual, physical person could ever be. But she represented everything that Kaley was not, and everything she desperately longed for and hated when someone, just by radiating happiness, rubbed it into her face.
Four steps out into the hallway and around the corner, disaster struck. Kaley was only dribbling now, although there were streaks of pee down her thighs and droplets on the floor. But the diaper wasn't meant for adult women. Her hips were wider than the diaper was intended for. Kaley was slim, but not anorectic. She didn't have a child's frame. The overloaded diaper, which by now must be sagging below the hem of her skirt, simply had enough. It didn't want to sit around Kaley's waist anymore, weighed down by piss. The sides of the diaper ripped, and the whole wet, soggy mess fell to the floor with a thud. Urine splattered everywhere, although a remarkable amount was still contained within it. Kaley took three seconds to admire her work, until panic set in. A final salvo spurted out of her from fear or shock alone. It landed just south of the diaper. If it had been an Olympic diver, it would have died from a tragic case of traumatic brain injury, just short of the pool. Kaley was glad she hadn't worn pantyhose today, or she'd have to try and fish the leaking diaper out. Now she needed to find an escape plan, and fast. Some nervous wreck could walk through the door any second now, and then they'd see Kaley standing there, thighs streaked with pee, in front of a pink pull-up puddled with urine. Her first instinct was run for the hills! Once she was out the door, no one could tell whose diaper accident it was. Unless Anne or god existing or not help her, Jacob walked through the door before someone else came in.
Kaley was reluctant to touch the whole mess. She was left with little choice, though. She bent down, gingerly, and tried to pick up the diaper with her index finger and thumb, leaning away, slightly disgusted, but also very aroused at the naughtiness of it all. Two fingers wasn't enough, and the wet pull-up fell to the floor again with a splosh and a splash of pee. Kaley bent down, resolutely balled the thing up, and quickly headed for the restroom. Luckily there was one out in the hallway; she couldn't bear the thought—no, it excited her and scared her—of going back in, past Anne the receptionist, holding a soaking wet diaper. Kaley dipped into the toilets, quickly dumped the diaper in the trash, and then headed into a stall to clean up. But first, she had business to attend to. Long overdue. |
The other night I was watching one of the Traffic Cop shows on the TV, I can't remember which one it was as there as so many. There was a bit with a woman that had been stopped on suspicion of drink driving and was being questioned by the copper and she was required to provide a sample of breath but unfortunately the machine was broken so he had to radio and send for another one. Whilst the other unit was on the way with the working machine she had to sit in the back of the police car and wait. After it finished I couldn’t help but imagine a situation where she was desperate to pee having being out drinking and was stuck in the back of the car. So I thought I would turn my hand to Fiction and write a story about it. This is my first fiction story I've written since I was doing my GCSE's so it may be a little rusty. Let me know what you think :D
The Broken Breathalyser
She stared at the red light and then at the completely empty road in front of her. She could never understand why the traffic lights were always red when there was no other vehicle in sight. All she knew was she wanted to get home. It had been a long stressful week at work and she was looking forward to the weekend. She would have been home hours ago but her colleagues had decided to go to the pub and unwind and had invited her along. She would have normally declined the offer but with the week she had had she felt like she could do with a couple of drinks to relax, and it had done the trick, a nice pub lunch and a few drinks had made her feel a lot better and now all she could think about was getting home, getting out of her work clothes and sinking into a nice bubble bath and letting her cares drift away.
The light turned green and she pulled off and drove up the main road through the city. Before long she came to yet another red light. She cursed under her breath and brought the car to a stop. Not only was she looking forward to getting home and relaxing she was starting to need to pee. She shifted in her seat thinking back to the moment she decided to forgo using the toilets at the pub and thinking now that might have been a mistake. She hated using the toilets whilst out drinking, not because she disliked them but from past experience she knew once she broke the seal she would be peeing all night so even if she had pee'd before she left she would still have needed to pee when she got home. Luckily she wasn't too desperate but it was another 10 minutes before she would get home and the way her bladder felt she knew it would fill up pretty fast. The bottle of wine she had drunk would find its way there before long. Finally the light turned green and she set off, at least no she was out of the city and shouldn't have any more hold ups. As she drove along her bladder filled up and before she long she was feeling an ever increasing need to empty her bladder. By the time she pulled onto the end of her street she was busting and was dreaming about getting to the bathroom and releasing the contents of her bladder. She pulled up outside her house and killed the engine. Just as she was sorting her belongings into her bag there was a bright blue flash. She looked in the rear view mirror and saw a black BMW with flashing blue lights in the grill. She wasn't sure what it was doing but she honestly didn't care, she was finally home. She stepped out of the car and as she did a voice said “excuse me ma'am, stay where you are”. She looked round and saw a police officer walking towards her.
“Can I help you” she asked him quizzically.
“We have had an anonymous tip off that you may be driving this vehicle whilst under the influence of alcohol so I just need to ask you a few questions, come and sit in the back seat of my car”.
She thought about protesting but decided just to get it over with. After all she hadn't had that much to drink and knew that if she had to blow into the machine thing that coppers use that she wouldn't likely be over the limit. She walked over to the back door of the BMW that he was holding open for her and she slid in to the back seat. He walked round the car and got into the drivers seat and swung round in his seat to face her. “This is just a routine stop” he informed her “we got a call saying the occupant of this car was seen drinking in the Black Bull pub on New street and then seen to get in the vehicle and drive off. We just need to follow up on that call and ask you a few questions. She acknowledged him to say she understood and her mind drifted, thinking who could have possibly made that call, one of her colleagues, someone in the pub, someone in the street?. Either way it didn't matter, she was confident she would pass the breath test and everything else would check out.
“first off I need your name” he asked her.
“Amy Stephenson”
“do you have any ID Amy?”.
She reached into her handbag and pulled out her driving license passing it to him. He checked the details and passed it back happy she was telling the truth.
“Is that your car”. He enquired. She said it was and he asked if it was insured which she said it was. He turned to the front and radioed for a vehicle check and read out the registration number. As he was waiting for the results to come back and there was silence she suddenly had nothing else to concentrate on but her now really full bladder. She squeezed her legs together. Jiggling them slightly as her bladder pushed down on her pee hole trying to make it open. She heard the results coming back on the radio and urged the process to hurry up so she could just go inside and use the bathroom.
“Everything checks out with the vehicle Miss Stephenson, now I just need to ask you a few questions, have you consumed any alcohol this evening?”
“erm...yeah, I went out after work and had a couple of drinks”.
“how much did you have to drink?”
“A couple of glasses wine” she replied, and boy did she know it, she could feel the wine pressing against her pee hole with increasing pressure.
“and how long ago did you last consume alcohol”
“about half and hour ago”.
“Okay, I just need you to provide a sample of breath to determine the amount of alcohol in your bloodstream, if you refuse or fail to provide a sample you will be arrested and taken to the station to provide a sample, do you understand”.
“I do, and im happy to provide a sample” she replied.
He reached under the seat and pulled out the machine which she recognised as a breathalyser. He fitted the mouth piece to the machine and then went silent for a moment. She took the opportunity whilst he wasn't looking to squirm around in her seat. Her bladder was getting really full and desperately wanted to be emptied, which if she didn't allow it to soon it would happen involuntarily. Still at least once she had provided a sample of breath and had a lecture she would be able to do just that. He turned round and she stopped squirming. “I'm afraid something seems to be wrong with the machine”.
“what does that mean” she asked.
“It means that we won't be able to use it to take your breath sample, which means we can either go down to the station and use the machine there or I can radio and get a nearby unit to come and bring their machine, which I'm sure you would prefer the latter” and with that he got on the radio and asked who was the nearest unit. She zoned out from what he was saying as she had gone back to concentrating on keeping control of her bladder. She hoped another unit was close by and wouldn't take long to get here as with each passing minute the chances of her having an accident were getting more real. She could comfortably hold on for a bit longer but soon she knew it would start getting harder to keep control.
“Amy....a unit is on the way and bringing their machine, they should be here in about 10 minutes”.
She said “okay that's fine” but her mind was saying “oh god 10 minutes, come on you can do it, just keep holding a bit longer”. 5 minutes passed and she was starting to get worried, she felt on the verge of wetting herself, a feeling she hadn't felt for years. What would happen if she did wet herself, besides it being utterly embarrassing she had no idea what would happen to her if she did pee in the back of the car, would it be considered damage of property? would she be arrested? She really didn't want to find out.
“excuse me....how long do you think they will be?”
“not long now, a couple of minutes, why, you in a rush” he joked.
“kind of, its just I....i kind of need to......i really need a pee”
“oh....well like I said it shouldn't be too long now”
“is there any way I could go use the bathroom in my house, it will only take a couple of minutes”
“unfortunately I can't, if you were to leave now it would be looked up on that you were refusing to give a sample of breath and I would have to arrest you so you will just have to sit tight for a few minutes”.
Easy for you to say she thought to herself, he wasn't the one on the verge of having a huge pee accident. She squirmed around like mad and suddenly she felt a little drip escape past her pee hole and dampen the crotch of her knickers. She longed to press her hand against her pee hole but her skirt was too tight for her to do so so she had to squeeze her legs tightly shut in the hope of clamping the hole shut. On top of that her skirt was pressing hard into her bladder making it so much harder to hold and resolved if she didn't do something it would be her downfall. She reached to the side of her skirt and slowly pulled the zip down loosening the waistband. A huge pressure was lifted from her bladder and it felt a little easier to hold....only a little though, she was still bursting. Another small drip escaped.....and another. She could feel them squeezing past her pee hole and dampening the crotch of her knickers. A light appeared at the end of the street and got closer. A police car pulled up at the side of the car and two policemen got out and walked over to the car and handed over the breathalyser. The officer in the front seat took it and set it up.
“right, I need you to blow into the tube until I say stop”. She leant forward and as she did it pressed on her bladder causing a small leak to shoot into her knickers. She winced and wrapped her lips around the tube and blew.
“keep going....keep going....keep going......stop”. He took the machine away and waited for the result. A couple of seconds later the machine beeped and he said “okay you scored 31, the legal limit is 35 so you are under”. She sighed a breath of relief, if she had being over she knew she would have definitely not have made it to police station without soaking herself.
“Sorry for the inconvenience” he said “but you understand we have to follow up on these tip off's as drink driving is something we are trying to clamp down on”.
“yeah yeah I understand, you are just doing your job, please can I go now, I really do need to pee and if I stay in your car much longer its going to get wet”.
“oh yeah, hang on”. He got out and walked round to open her door. She suddenly realised her skirt was open and if she stood up it would fall down. She pulled the zip up which put pressure back on her bladder and she winced in pain. God she had to pee. He opened the door and she stood up and as she did a leak shot into her knickers and she gasped. He looked at her concerned and she said “just a bit cold”. He nodded and said “have a good night” and walked back round and got in the car and drove off. The moment he got out of sight she broke out into a spectacular pee dance. She darted up her garden path towards her door and when she got there she opened her bag to get her keys. God where were they, she fished around in her bag all the while bouncing and dancing on the spot desperately trying not to burst. She could not find them and at first had the horrifying thought that she had lost them at the pub but then realised in her haste to get out of the car earlier they must have fallen out. She hobbled down the path to her car and there they were on the passenger seat. She bent down to pick them up and as she did a huge leak sprayed into her knickers. She gasped out loud, she couldn't wet herself now, not after holding it for so long. She raced back to her door and after fumbling with the keys finally opened the door. She fell through it and as she did a spurt shot into her knickers and soaked through to her skirt.
She kicked off her shoes and set off up the stairs. She was starting to lose it, she could feel spurts bursting past her pee hole and starting to run down her legs. She reached the top of the stairs and ran towards the bathroom. She burst through the door and the moment her eyes landed on the toilet she felt it. Her muscles relaxed and the pee started to trickle out. She could feel it thundering down towards her pee hole and knew this was it. She didn't have time to take her skirt off, she didn't have time to get her knickers down. She was about to wet herself. She made a quick decision and jumped into the bath tub. Just as she did her pee hole erupted and the contents of her bladder came flooding out soaking her knickers and skirt instantly. She sighed in relief as the pressure she had been feeling for ages lifted. It felt wonderful. She got lost in the feeling. This was without doubt the best pee she had ever had. Eventually the stream slowed down and slowly came to a stop. She looked down. Her skirt was wet through, her legs were dripping with pee, her socks were soaked through. She couldn't believe it, there she was, 27 years old woman who had just wet herself like a little girl. Yet there was something wrong....she was a 27 year old woman who had just wet herself like a little girl yet she didn't feel a shred of embarrassment or annoyance at the fact. In fact she felt amazing. She felt the unmistakeable warm tingly feeling of arousal in her pussy. Why was she turned on, she couldn't work it out. She should have felt embarrassed about having an accident but she didn't. She felt turned on....more turned on than she had felt for a long time.
She slid her skirt off and tossed it to the bottom of the bath. She looked round and caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked at herself standing in her pee soaked knickers and as she did she felt her pussy quiver with excitement. The more she looked the more excited she got. She didn't know why, she didn't even care why, all she knew was it felt amazing to be so insanely horny. She couldn't help it any longer. Her hand slid down and pressed against her clit through her wet knickers. A jolt of pleasure shot through her. She rubbed against it and the feeling was incredible. Within a few seconds of rubbing she was on the edge of orgasm. She was unsure what was happening but just went with it. She thought about how she had almost wet her knickers in the back of the police car and imagined if she had done.....for some reason she imagined bursting and the police officer getting angry and punishing her for being so naughty. That thought sent her over the edge. Her orgasm hit her so hard and she slid down the wall as her legs gave way beneath her. She laid there in post orgasmic bliss. She had never had an orgasm like that before. She was shocked at her own mind, she was normally so shy about sexual things but suddenly she was imagining being spanked by a police officer for wetting her knickers. She had no idea what had caused that but knew she had to feel it again.
She ran herself a bubble bath and had a nice long soak. By the time she got out and dried off her bladder had filled up again. She looked at the toilet but decided to experiment. She went and put her Pyjama bottoms on and drank some water. Before long she was dancing around her bedroom in utter desperation. She had never had to pee so bad before in her life. She kept thinking about going to the toilet but told herself to keep holding. It was starting to hurt but this pain was different, the more her bladder hurt the more turned on she felt. Her bladder was pushing down onto her g-spot and making her horny as hell. She wanted this feeling to last forever but before long she started leaking. She did everything to keep holding but eventually she exploded and soaked her pyjama bottoms in pee. The feeling of being so naughty and peeing herself was turning her on immensely. She threw herself onto her bed and played with herself in her wet pyjamas and had countless unbelievable orgasms.
The next thing she knew the room was filled with light. She opened her eyes and saw daylight pouring in through the window. She glanced at the clock and saw it was 9:22. She moved to get up and suddenly noticed her pants felt damp....then she remembered, she must have passed out from pleasure. She had no idea where she would go with this new discovery, she just knew the feelings it gave where like nothing she felt before and from here on out she would be Amy Stephenson, the girl who pee's herself for pleasure.
FIN
Hope you guys enjoyed, let me know what you think, if you think its good I might write some more fiction because I enjoyed writing this.
Gemmy xx |
What I did in the holidays by Hermione Grainger Part 2 - see earlier parts
Hermione’s Mum drove down the country town’s high street towards the sign posted car park, As they went past Madam Susie's Corsetiere she pointed it out to Hermione and said “that’s where we are going”. It was quite a small shop in a row of pretty bow windowed two storied stone buildings that looked at least a hundred years old. “The shop looks familiar mum” said Hermione “Have I been here before?”. “Yes” said mum, “but not since you were very little, once you went to school I organised to come here when you were out, but I recall you came last when you were about 7 yrs old as it was a school holiday”. “I thought I recognised the place” said Hermione, there was a lady who seemed ever so old and a much younger one. I remember you went upstairs with the older lady and the younger one stayed and played with me – we played catch with a ball and she was useless at throwing!”.
As she parked the car mum explained that the older lady was the original “Susie” and she had now retired so they would be meeting the younger one who couldn’t throw the ball straight – but she is very good at fitting ladies with top quality underclothes. After a short walk back they were at the shop and Hermione opened the door for her mother to go through. They were greeted enthusiastically by the “young” Susie who looked a bit younger than Mrs Grainger, but dressed in a much more Bohemian fashion compared to Mrs Grainger’s “Smart professional”.
Susie looked at Hermione and exclaimed “what a beautiful young lady!” – “Thank you” said mum in fact that’s why I booked for us to come today, I think it is time for her first fitting. Susie moved behind them and put the bolts across the door turning a sign that said “Fitting in progress open again at – there was a clock with hands and she set them for an hour later”. “How about I take Hermione upstairs to the fitting room for measurements whilst you have a look round the stock to see what has come in recently “ said Susie to mum as she took hold of Hermione’s hand and led her up the narrow stairs, “we will come back down when we have sizes.
Once upstairs in a room with mirrors on each of the walls and an interesting looking cabinet with lots of individual small drawers in it Susie tuner to Hermione and said “I’m not sure what you have been told by your mum, but today as this is a first fitting we will measure you all over and then have you try on some different styles. So please let’s start with you talking of your top and existing bra so I can measure you fully. Hermione quickly complied even though something was troubling her about Susie – she couldn’t put her finger on it but there was something “different” about her. Hermione was gently and carefully measured with a tape measure and then using a series of different sized cloth bra cups taken form one row of the cabinets drawers, each clearly marked with their size.
Suzie was gentle with her hands, but Hermione soon realised that even though the touching was through the cotton bra cups she was rather enjoying the experience and her nipples were starting to stand to attention as a result. Susie obviously noticed what was happening and said ”don’t worry, it is very normal reaction for a woman when touched – the time to worry is when you get old and there is NO reaction! And she giggled which set Hermione giggling a bit too. Susie took a final check and said “that is simple, you are young and have very firm breasts so a bra for you needs to be 32 B cup – but it is more to keep unwanted hands off them than for support at present!” and that came with another giggle which Hermione found rather contagious and giggled herself.
“Ok” said Susie “Time to do your lower half, take off your skirt and let me see you in your present knickers”. Hermione did as she was told but almost whispered “my knickers are a bit little girly, but I only have these and my navy school ones which is why we came today as I really want something pretty like mum wears – at least whilst I am on school holidays.” “Don’t worry” said Susie “we all start somewhere and even school knickers have their place”. After a quick look all round Hermione Susie said “now take you knickers off and give them to me”, as she dropped her panties to the floor Susie saw Hermione’s recently shaved area and commented ” great, I see your mum got you fully prepared for the fitting today” Hermione blushed and started to apologise, but Susie quickly reassured her that everything was fine and it was best for the fitting.
Just as she started to relax a bit (well as much as she could standing naked with still erect nipples in front of an almost stranger) Hermione was taken completely off guard when Susie looked closely her pink knickers and said “well let’s see – these have been completely soaked with your wee at least six times, but you have not filled them as well – you must have just completed your “P” level flying training and tests – and would I be wrong in saying that you really enjoyed it?”
Hermione just stood open mouthed for a few moments before stuttering ‘what are you talking about? – flying?” Susie looked and just stepped up and gave her a big hug “don’t worry, it was my favourite class as well and with mum owning the shop I have had every style of knickers to enjoy myself in! – yes I went to Hogwarts, my mum is witch and so am I – and that’s how you got to be enrolled and I got a nice bonus of gold at Gringotts bank.” Oh and I can’t really tell all of that form looking at your knickers – but as a member of the Alumni and the W3 Club we were all told that there was in the last newsletter that there was a potential new member from this year’s flying class!”
Seeing Hermione looked puzzled she went on “How do you think Hogwarts knew about you as your family are not known to be magical? – when you first came here as a toddler with your mum I looked after you and noticed that little things happened around you that were a bit more than just “chance” – like your feeding bottle just rolling towards your hand in just the right way – except it was rolling uphill on the pillow!”. Do you remember the last time you came – you were perhaps 6 or 7? – “yes” joined in Hermione “you played ball with me and you couldn’t throw the ball straight”. “Ah” said Susie “that was a test specially prepared ball – you caught it every time because you were unknowingly using your early magic powers to correct the flight of the ball”. It told me that you had the ability of magic so I simply owled my old school and told them to check you out secretly – you were found to have very promising skills and so I got a “finders bonus”. Over the years I have been fortunate and found 4 potential young witches though working in the shop – no wizards as we get very few boys brought by their mums – not that there are not a few wizards who like the feel of a pair of good quality knickers – I run a “unmarked plain brown paper owl delivery service no questions asked” which is quite popular”.
Hermione took all of this in with her mouth open and then almost whispered “Ron taking those school knickers from lost property” Susie heard her and said please tell me more! So Hermione told her the whole story about going to the lost property office to find knickers for the final flying class and seeing one of the boys (Ron) taking a pair of full school knickers away. Susie said to her “I suggest you try to find out what he is up to, there is a very good chance that he is into wetting as well and a boyfriend with the same interests was wonderful – “boys are funny” she finished “there are perhaps 10% who are really into wetting with girls in all ways 20 % who don’t mind but are not so much fun and the balance who go from mild disapproval to absolute horror and revulsion – so if you have fund a wet loving one keep hold of him – wetting and other fun with sister witches was great, but with a boys had “other dimensions”.
“Anyway” said Susie, we had better move on before we run out of time” she took the tape measure and took reading round Hermione’s waist, the round the top of her legs, as her fingers gently brushed over Hermione’s mound her body gave a little shudder and Hermione by reflex pushed forward to enjoy the touch. “later, perhaps” said Susie stepping back and opening several of the cabinets draws. “Now I suggest we sort out some more comfortable full knickers for normal school wear (but keep your old traditional ones for flying just in case you reach the second P level as they are best to fill and easiest to clean up) and also choose a style that suits your shape but is more grown up.” “Let’s do grown up first – with you present firm shape I suggest you go for a high leg brief style, we will choose colours and materials next but we need the basic style first.”
Hermione said “some of the girls wear tiny thongs – what do they feel like?” “I don’t think you will like them” said Susie “ but why not try?” – she opened a different draw and took out a pair of tiny thongs and said “try them on”. They were in some form of white soft material that felt like cotton – “don’t worry about anything but the feel of the fit” said Susie. Hermione put them on and they felt really quite uncomfortable, the little panel at the front just covered her mound – but she realised would be soaking with the smallest of squirts –and the rear string going up the crack of her bum was very weird. “OK you are right” said Hermione “I am sorry I should have accepted your advice”. ‘Nothing to be sorry about” said Susie – “this is your chance to try before you buy”.
She handed Hermione a pair of knickers with a bit more material in them which when in place got a “That feels really comfortable” from Hermione. “OK said Susie, you are a size 12, but you need the larger upper legs option for comfort”. “OK, take those off and now try these full briefs for school knickers.” Hermione did ass she was told and again fund they felt really comfortable and said so. ‘But Susie” said Hermione “How so you cope with the hygiene rule in all the other shops that says you can’t try on knickers when you have pairs of every style and shape – is it magic?.
“No” said Susie, “The knickers you have tried on are made of a special material woven from paper – my secret, but not magic – so unlike other disposable paper knickers they feel like cotton and do not rustle like paper! – and one more thing – put the other pairs on over the top of the ones you are wearing and come with me.” She opened a door into a toilet/shower room – only the shower was really just over one part of the floor areas which was completely covered in vinyl sloping to a drain – in other words a full wet room. “Now the fun bit” said Susie “wet yourself as hard as you can”. Hermione had lost her capacity for surprises, so realising that she actually need to wee, she did as she had been asked and pissed all three pairs of test knickers she was wearing just standing there feeling her wee run down her legs and watching it run along the floor to the drain.
It was the first time she had worn more than one pair of knickers when standing and wetting and it felt quite different, the extra layers of material slowed the flow out and made her wee run further up both the back and front of the main pair, she enjoyed the feeling, but then things started to feel different and looking down she saw all three pairs of knickers dissolve and fall off to the floor and then continue to dissolve and run towards the drain. Susie looked at Hermione clearly enjoying herself and told her – yes they will not dissolve for a long time in ordinary water, but they disappear with a good burst of pee! – if you find a boy who enjoys wetting this is a special treat you can give him – you can let him see you in your knickers – even feel you up in them, but when you are ready you piss yourself and your pussy comes into view ready for his full attention. Hermione went a bit pink with all that information, but resolved to find out more about what Ron had done with the knickers he had taken – she was feeling a bit more attracted to him now.
Susie told her to shower and dry herself then put on a robe that was hanging there to come downstairs for the next stage – choosing the colours and materials.
More to come, but I have just wet my knickers - big pink ones over smaller grey ones - have to test for story accuracy, but it fun!
Sobbi5 |
It's been a while since I've posted any fiction, finally sat down and wrote this. I tried to accomidate several sub-fetishes in to this, I hope it doesn't offend anybody. As always, I welcome comments and criticisms!
Leliana lay on her bedroll, looking up at the stars. Her party had made camp just before sunset, having a rather tiring, though profitable day adventuring though the forest. She was glad they had chosen this place; surrounded by trees and brush, they were hidden from the night, but the clearing gave way to a beautiful view of the skies above. There had been much merriment earlier, as a few rare bottles of Antivan brandy- a powerful drink said to relax the mind and body, putting you both in a state of ease, and of heightened sensory perception- had been found in a derelict shack the group had stumbled upon in the forest. Of course, they had decided to make use of the rare liquor, as the party had been working hard fighting against the blight of the land, and there was hardly any left, save one bottle they had agreed to selling for a hearty sum. As they drank, the effects of the intoxicant became very apparent. They all immediately felt relaxed, as if on a merry vacation. Conversation flowed between them all, Leliana had even had a very enjoyable conversation with Morrigan, an apostate mage who... did not care too much for her. But under the spell of the drink they talked of memories past and laughed at immature jokes that they did not tell loudly enough for the rest of the group to hear. A wild beast had served as dinner, combined with a few select vegetables that had been picked over the past few days, a hearty stew was served, as well as loaves of bread, ripe fruits, and of course, plenty of brandy. Leliana had played her lute, singing the songs of taverns she had visited in her travels, and they danced into the evening. One by one, the party began to tire, the other effects of the Antivan brandy taking their toll. The elf was the first to go, then the knight, after that Morrigan walked off a ways to her bedroll, separated by a small distance from the others. The leader of the group, a stout dwarf, was the last to go, finally nearly falling into his bed. Leliana had been lying there, pretending to be asleep for nearly an hour before she was assured the rest of the group was asleep. Even Charles, the warhound, snored loudly from behind a rock near the entrance to their campsite. This is what she had been waiting for.
The 25 year old redhead was a good girl now, but she hadn't always been. Her rough and rowdy past had always stayed with her, even after joining the Chantry, she never minded spilling blood, looting, or indulging in risque fantasies involving attractive young men or fair maidens alike. She thought briefly of her old lover, Marjolaine, and the adventures they had had together. Quickly, she banished that thought and replaced it with her current desire. As far back as she could remember, she had been fascinated with the act of... relieving herself. She blushed under the darkness as she though of it. As a girl, she used to wet her bed most nights, and found herself chided and scolded by her mother. She began to try very hard to hold her water in, and found quickly that she enjoyed the sensation of holding it in as long as she could, until she was near bursting. As a result, she developed a fancy for relieving herself in unusual places, where ever she might be when she could no longer take the pressure. All manner of places had served as her relief, and her mind returned to some of them now...
Earlier in the evening, she had relieved herself twice, both times more conventionally behind a large rock as to not arouse any suspicion. The first time, she had already been thinking about it and had become a little flustered. Checking over her shoulder to make sure she was out of sight she hitched up her robes and began to go. Her stream shot out noisily and splattered over the ground in front of her. She became transfixed on the sensation of emptying herself, and at the sight of her hot liquid flooding the ground at her feet. She absent-mindedly cupped her hand over her sex, and gasped as the warm fluid flowed over her hand and through her fingers. Not a moment before she had stopped, she heard a twig snap behind her.
“Don't mind if I join you?” said a slurred female voice. It was Morrigan. Leliana blushed bright red, though she was confident Morrigan would not be able to see in the twilight.
“Oh, of course... I am finished now anyway.” She stood up, careful not to muddy her shoes with her water, and dropped her robes back down. As she began to step aside, she couldn't help but notice Morrigan's breasts, only barely hidden beneath a loosely draped shawl. “My goodness, she's certainly a sight for my eyes...” she thought. The second time she had gone to do her business, she had made sure to hold her liquid until after she saw Morrigan return from the rock the second time. She had to cross her legs out of desperation during this waiting period, drawing strange looks for just a moment from two of her party members. The relief she felt the second time was near orgasmic, as she sprayed her jet forcefully from between her creamy thighs, leaning back and spreading her legs wide, she moaned quietly in the night, careful to listen for any approaching intruders. This was when she formed her idea. She would wait until the party had gone to sleep, holding her golden nectar inside herself until she could take it no more, and then she would pee where she pleased.
And now that time had come. She was already wet with anticipation, mind running furiously over all the places she wished to relieve herself, and had been near bursting for the past 20 minutes. She quietly began to sit up, but immediately lie back down, as the pressure her well-defined abdominal muscles placed on her bladder was too much. She giggled under her breath, “perfect!”
She rolled on to her side, and was met with an unbearable dull ache from her midsection. “Hmm,” she thought, “how am I to get up then?” As she lie in her makeshift bed, the throbbing reminder inside her urging her to think faster, she came to a pleasant conclusion: “I'll just have to let a little out right here, so that I may get up.” She lie motionless, listening to the soft buzz of the insects in the forest, and the gentle snoring of her drunken party members around her, and tried to let go. But her water wouldn't come. For some reason, she was nervous. She had never actually willingly peed in this close proximity to anyone before, and the though that any of them could wake at an instant and catch her doing something so naughty haunted her bladder. The pressure was getting to be too much for her to handle. One way or another, she knew something would come out soon. She closed her eyes and relaxed her body for a moment, and felt the familiar sensation of her liquid coming. A trickle escaped from her lips, running down her leg and soaking in to her chantry robes. The trickle turned in to a small stream, but it wasn't enough. Her breathing already quickening at her naughty deed, she pushed.
HSSHSHSHHTT!
She sealed her leak instantly, mortified that her loud hiss may have woken somebody. Her robes had formed a warm, damp spot beneath her. She lay quiet for a full minute, listening for something to indicate she had been found out. But there was nothing. Still the insects buzzed, and still her companions snored softly. Cautiously, she relaxed her hold on her hot liquid and let another trickle escape. She turned to her side and continued to pee, her water running down both the front and back side of her leg, creating a damp path in her robes from her crotch to the ground under her. She stopped again, less suddenly this time, and sat up very slowly. She pushed her blanket away and looked down at her robes, damp with her pee. In the starlight it was difficult to see the wet patches, but she could certainly feel their warmth sticking to her legs and ass. She was very turned on.
She stalked quietly to the center of the campground, looking around her at all her sleeping comrades, and a shiver ran up her spine with the though of what she was doing. She relaxed, standing there amongst her friends, and felt her warm water flow slowly down her leg and into the grass. She shifted positions and spread her legs just a bit, and felt her girlish trickle spray forward into her robes before pattering softly on to the ground at her feet. She sealed off her urine and quietly began to walk to her next target.
Alistair was a handsome young man, but perhaps a bit naive. She had, on a couple nights, masturbated herself to a stifled orgasm under her blankets at the though of him removing his armor, taking off her robes, lowering himself on to her... she shook the thoughts of it out of her head now, as she was about to engage in something much more forbidden. Making her way to Alistair's bedroll, she found him fast asleep, face buried in his pillow. She squatted next to the sleeping knight, without hiking up her robes, and began to let her piss out. She was still very full, and her body now in a familiar position, it didn't take long for her to really flow. Her golden girl-liquor rushed out, into, and though her thick robes. She was taken aback at how readily she was able to pee not three feet away from this sleeping man's face. She restricted her flow, much to her discomfort, and felt the hot stream run down her rear, soaking the fabric through. After another couple seconds, she forced herself to stop so that she may find her relief in other ways. She stood, quietly turning and walking away from her second naughty deed.
Now she faced a conundrum: where to finish her pee? “Maybe in the fire? No, too much noise... Hmm, what about near the elf? No, no...” she had already done that with Alistair. Suddenly, it hit her. Morrigan. She had been eyeing the sexy witch all night, wishing to have a peak beneath that small patch of cloth under which Morrigan hid her ample chest. “I'll bet I can take a peak while I do it,” she thought, instantly horny. She made her way across the clearing towards Morrigan's camp, being extra careful to be quiet now. Her bladder still ached, but it was easily manageable now. She realized as she sneaked across the land that she was absolutely dripping wet, not just from her girl-water, but from the excitement of the forbidden acts she had just performed, and even more by the one she was about to. She lowered herself to her hands and knees, and ever-so-slowly crept up on the sleeping beauty.
The young witch lay face up, head turned away from the horny rogue, her blanket only covering up to her stomach, her round, firm breasts heaving up and down with her slow breathing in the dim light. Leliana had to close her mouth or the sound of her heavy breathing might have awakened the sleeping vixen. Morrigan slept near the edge of a small plateau, the slight declining slope, Leliana thought, would be the prefect excuse to let her bladder empty itself completely. All of her hot liquid would simply run down the hill behind her, and nobody would be any the wiser come sunrise. She reached between her thighs and pulled her robe to her waist, completely exposing her bare backside to the woods. A bright red tuft of pubic hair poked out from under her pale pink, glistening slit, her legs and ass shown under the starlight, wet with her piss. She blushed bright red, fortunately nobody could see her. She released the smallest trickle of her pent-up pee, it ran over her mons, and down her stomach in to her robe. Another shiver ran up her spine. She inched closer to Morrigan's beautiful bosom, reached out her hand, and released another small spurt of her urine. This one pattered softly on to the dirt behind her. She was more horny than she had ever been in her life. With the tip of her index finger, she hooked the fabric of Morrigan's robe, and pulled back to reveal a soft, pink nipple, about the size of a silver coin. She gasped quietly, and released a spray of her piss.
TSSSSSSSSSSST
She stopped. In her aroused state, she feared her girl-parts would make too much noise if she continued to go in that position. She lowered herself so that her thighs were flush with the hard-packed dirt below her, and tested her new position by peeing forcefully. A hushed gurgle was all that came form under her robe. She was satisfied. Morrigan's soft nipple was still exposed, but had become erect in the cool night air. Leliana wanted desperately to touch it, but she knew she could not. As she stared lustfully at the young woman's exposed breast, she began to relieve herself again. “This is it,” the horny redhead thought, “I shall have my relief here, next to this divine lady of the darkness.” She relaxed fully and began to gush liquid from the slit between her legs. As the puddle ran down the hill behind her, it soaked the back of her robes, but she did not care, her robes were already quite wet. Morrigan stirred.
Leliana was back in her bedroll. It was deep in the middle of the night, perhaps two hours after Morrigan had awakened. Leliana had barely made it back to her bedroll, pulled up the blankets, and tried to rest her hurried breathing before the young witch was up, half asleep, and looking for what ever it was that had woken her. She cast a dim yellow light at the end of her staff, akin to a bright candle, and had walked around the camp, suspiciously eyeing all possible entrances and exits to the site. She then proceeded to sit, in the darkness, in the middle of the camp, keeping vigilant watch for nearly two hours. After realizing that she had gotten away with her naughty doings, Leliana was still desperately horny. She had wished for Morrigan to leave so she might masturbate, but no such luck. Her sex burnt between her thighs, at times it was unbearable. She had briefly given in and slipped a finger over her clitoris, sending spasms of pleasure through her body so intense, that she barely overcame the urge to moan. A quiet shudder under her blanket in her wet robes was all that came through.
But 10 minutes ago, Morrigan had started snoring, soon after giving up her watch and going to bed. Leliana had, in the first 3 minutes, quickly rubbed herself to orgasm, doing her very best to stifle her moans, and let her quiet gasps out in to her pillow, finally coming so hard her head spun. Now she faced a different problem. She needed more relief... She knew she dare not move form her bedroll again, not with Morrigan surely sleeping so lightly. She, for the second time this night, realized she would have to go in her bed. She spread her legs wide, and rubbed over her hot slit with her hand, she was excited again. But she knew she was already pressing her luck with her golden-stained robes as they were, and certainly if she went any more right here, there would be a wet spot under her in the morning. She grew more desperate every second, until she had an idea. She gently reached in to her pack that lie next to her pillow, and pulled out an empty brandy bottle. She smiled in the darkness at what she was about to do. “Maybe I can sell it... you know, it's a golden potion! Or my 'rare fine brandy',” she giggled under her breath.
Her bladder was again aching for release. She uncorked the bottle and, lying perfectly flat, held the mouth to her spread lips. She was actually fairly practiced at peeing in bottles, it was actually one of her favorite things to do when she had nowhere else to go. She recalled as a young girl, the first time she had tried to pee in a bottle and her stream had gone everywhere but. Ever since then, she'd be practicing. A wave of pressure from her bulging bladder brought her back to the present, and signaled the release of her “liquor”. She delighted in lying in her bed, still wearing her wet robes, in her post-orgasm bliss, absolutely and completely releasing herself. Her urine flowed fast and hard directly down the throat of the bottle, her tortured bladder finally getting to fully release it had craved all night. She again fought back the urge to moan with pleasure. She heard the bottle begin to fill and in sudden panic, clenched off her flow. “Damn! What do I do now?!” she thought. She was maybe only half empty now, but her bladder wouldn’t take no for an answer this time. She felt herself begin to leak a little, as her muscles weakened. Then she knew. She sat up slightly, causing more hot nectar to escape from her sex, and raised the vessel to her mouth. She drank deeply of her warm urine; she had never tasted any before, let alone her own. It was mostly flavorless, a little bit salty, and a little bit sweet, and tasted slightly of the brandy she had consumed earlier. She liked it. She stopped when she had neared the bottom of the bottle, and returned it to her waiting vulva. She released the remainder of her piss without care or mercy, letting herself flow until not a single extra drop would come out. Fortunately for her, there was just enough room at the top to put the cork in it. She laughed quietly to herself at what she had just done and set the bottle to the side of her bed. She had just had nearly a whole bottle of her own girl-liquor. Her face turned flush again, and she became aroused at the thought. She very quietly then brought herself to orgasm again, and promptly fell asleep.
She awoke with the sunrise, springing up from her bed, all too aware of the state she had fallen asleep in. She looked around. Across the campsite she saw Morrigan cleaning up her area. Nobody else was up yet. “Whew,” she sighed, “better clean myself up quickly.” Grabbing her pack and holding in in a way that her slightly stained robes could not be seen, she walked sleepily over to the party's loot chest. The previous day they had happened upon some light leather armor that she had been interested in. It looked to be just her size. Now was the perfect time to try it on. She removed the armor set from the case, and carried it away from the camp a short distance until she was obscured from view behind a large grouping of brush and small trees. She stripped out of her soiled robes, exposing her nude, fit body to the forest. Her pale skin glowed in the morning light, and for a moment she stood, caressing herself under the brush. She realized she needed to relieve herself once again, and after looking around quickly, squatted over a young sapling. From under her ginger-colored patch of hair, a yellow stream shot out, splattering over the little tree and over the dirt. She sighed in pleasure, remembering her horny acts from the night. With a jolt, she remembered her bottle of “brandy”. She had left it lying next to her bed, completely out in the open! Her heart began to race. What if somebody had found it!? She finished her pee and in record time had donned and fitted the armor. It was very comfortable for her, but she had no time to appreciate it just then. She rushed back to the camp.
Alistair and the dwarf were up now, lighting a fire to reheat some meat for breakfast. They looked haggard and half asleep from all the drink they had consumed. They looked so pathetic, Leliana had to laugh to herself. Returning to her bedroll, the bottle was nowhere in sight! Trying to be casual about it, she dropped her pack and began to rummage through it, hoping she had tucked the bottle away without remembering, but she could not find it. A feeling of anxiety swept over her and through her gut. Somebody must have found it, or maybe the dog took it an buried it somewhere? Her mind raced though possible scenarios. As calmly as she could manage, she began to pack her bedroll. A quick peak under her sleeping spot revealed that the packed dirt was still slightly damp, but not as much as she had feared. Lifting the roll, she shuffled some loose dirt over the spot, pleased that it hid so well. She declined to eat when the boys offered her some. Her mind was still racing, trying to figure out what happened.
About 15 minutes had passed, the camp was up and about, and they were nearly ready to head out. Leliana sat quiet on the grass, not knowing whether to be embarrassed or relieved that she had lost the evidence of her naughty deeds. As the group gathered to leave, Leliana looked up to see Morrigan standing idly in front of her. In her hand was a glass vessel, half full of a light-golden liquid, showing like sunlight in the ornate bottle. Leliana's heart stopped, and she could not have hidden the expression on her face if she had tried. Smiling slyly, Morrigan said as she uncorked the bottle, “Well, come on girl. We won't wait all morning for you.” She lifted the bottle to her lips, and drank deeply from it. |
Note: This takes place during Episode #108 of Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon, "Usagi's Dance Is the Waltz." In the American dub this was run as Episode #101, "Everything's Coming Up Roses."
It was evening in the Land of the Rising Sun. The sky's cerulean blue had deepened into an azure, the brightest stars had begun to show themselves, and the sunshine had faded to an auroral glow on the western horizon. It faintly illuminated an elegant mansion whose builders were clearly looking west. Its mansard roofs, square columns, and Palladian arches, all turned to shades of blue in the fading light, bore the unmistakable impression of European design, making it something of an anomaly in its place within the Kanagawa Preficture. Inside, teenage friends Aino Minako, Hino Rei, and Kino Makoto, dressed in their finest formal clothes, were enjoying an old-fashioned European-style ball. They, along with Tsukino Usagi, Mizuno Ami, and Chiba Mamoru, were guests of Bernard Edwards, an English gentleman who often invited young exchange students to his mansion and held parties for them. Mamoru's European friends from college had suggested that Edwards invite him, and he had extended his invitation to Mamoru's friends (secretly Earth's guardians, the Sailor Senshi). Naturally, they leapt at the chance. Minako looked breathtaking yet innocent in her lavender outfit, which sported a layered gown with a diagonal hemline, and the absurdly large red bow she often wore in her gorgeous blond hair. Less innocent in appearance was the dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty Rei. She was wearing the least clothing of the trio, but still looked quite tasteful. She had a red body-hugging blouse and skirt. The latter was short and the former had a square neckline. Her look was topped off by a pair of white gloves and a gold choker necklace with an adorable heart-shaped locket. Makoto's color was dusty rose, and her gown and hairstyle made her look like a Greek goddess. Her statuesque figure contributed to this image."Please direct your attention to the stage," Edwards said to his guests, and he introduced the two young ladies who would be providing the entertainment. Minako, Rei, and Makoto's eyes lit up at the mention of the names of their older friends Ten'ou Haruka and Kaiou Michiru. They watched and listened, spellbound, as Haruka and Michiru began to play the minuet from Boccherini's String Quintet in E arranged for piano and violin. But they were soon distracted when Ami appeared, seemingly from nowhere. The lovely shrinking violet was dressed all in shades of green (and in the most modest outfit of the group). "Everyone, listen," she whispered. Having captured their attention, she said in an even lower whisper, "Usagi's gotten a little intoxicated, and she's resting on the balcony."The other girls looked at her in disbelief. They had been gaping at the buffet spread while Usagi had made a scene and Edwards had asked Mamoru to escort her to the balcony to recuperate."Usagi's drunk!?!" Makoto said."Not so loud!" Ami said. "Mamoru's with her. She looks pretty bad."Meanwhile, Usagi's arms were hanging limply over the stone railing of a west-facing balcony while she produced a continuous, barely audible moan. She was dressed in a pink sleeveless gown with a giant magenta bow on the back of the waist, complemented with pink and white earrings. Her absurdly long hair was done up in her trademark "odango atama" hairdo, and the right "tentacle" of her hair was draped over the railing along with her arms. She would have looked quite fetching if she didn't appear deathly ill.Mamoru was with her, dressed in a smart-looking tuxedo (which suited him well). Concerned for the girl's health, was trying to talk her through her intoxication. It wasn't helping much, mainly because Usagi was ignoring him almost completely. She interrupted her moaning only to voice confused or half-formed thoughts."You only drank one glass of cocktail...right?" Mamoru said."I drank one glass of...queasy," Usagi replied. Her voice, generally loud and chirpy, was now alternating between slurred half-shouting and sleepy whispering."So I'm sure you'll recover quickly," Mamoru continued."Why?" Usagi asked."Because your body will process it quickly?""Why?""Because you only drank one glass.""Why?""I'm still not sure why," he muttered."It's happened!" Usagi said, raising herself up from the railing with a sudden burst of energy."What's happened?" Mamoru asked. He was often puzzled by Usagi when she was sober, and she was even more perplexing when drunk."My body has processed it!"Mamoru raised an eyebrow quizzically. "What makes you say that?""Because I have to pee!" she said triumphantly."I don't think it works that way," Mamoru said, after a moment of speechlessness.At that, Usagi collapsed over the railing again. Mamoru quickly put his arm around her midsection, afraid she would fall over the side, but her knees had given out quickly enough that her upper body fell onto the railing instead of over it."I feel like I'm going to die!" she whined. "I need you to take me to the potty.""I can't go in there with you.""Why not!?!" Usagi demanded."Because it's the ladies' room.""Oh, yeah! I forgot you're a boy."Mamoru sighed. "Sometimes I wonder about our relationship, Usako.""Sometimes I wonder about birds," Usagi replied. "Why do they fly north if they're just gonna have to fly south again in the winter? Why don't they stay south? Stupid birds." Then she seemed to forget about the subject, and all others, and go back to moaning as if she were at death's door. It was like this that the other girls found her when they passed through the giant red curtains out onto the balcony. Rei, Minako, and Makoto were shocked to see her in such a state, while Mamoru and Ami merely looked concerned. "Here, have some water," Ami nervously said, offering Usagi a glass. The drunken girl seemed to ignore her."How did she drink booze?" was Makoto's entirely valid question."I didn't drink booze at all," Usagi said. "I drank some juice like this..." She raised herself up and mimed drinking juice. She looked like she was recovering until she rapidly collapsed back over the railing and made a groaning, gagging sound. Everyone else's eyes got wide with horror."Usagi, wait a minute!" Rei yelled."Usagi, pull yourself together!" Minako yelled.Usagi didn't make any kind of a response."She needs to walk around," Rei said. "Then she'll burn up the alcohol quicker.""No," Minako countered. "She needs to rest.""How did she drink booze?" Makoto asked again."Did it look like they had coffee down there?" Mamoru asked."Actually, caffeine doesn't alleviate intoxication," Ami said. "The only thing that does that is the alcohol's eventual oxidation into...""How do you know that?" Rei demanded.Ami blushed. "It's just something I've read...in a biology...book of some sort..." she explained nervously.Usagi finally acted like she was conscious. "I can speak English fluently!" she announced, raising herself up from the balcony and looking at her friends, who were startled by her non sequitur. Then she squinted and looked puzzled."Who are you?""I'm Minako, your best friend!" Minako exclaimed."Oh! Sorry. I didn't recognize you without your cat.""She's drunk all right," Minako remarked."I didn't think she could get any stupider, but alcohol made it possible," Rei said, rolling her eyes."Don't be so mean," Ami said."Does she even know where she is?" Makoto wondered."The outskirts of Tokyo!" Usagi said loudly. Then she softly added, "...Right?" She looked around."Yes," Mamoru said. "We're at Edwards' party.""I know that! Hey, those bushes look like trees," she observed, looking at the conifers beneath the balcony, which were beautifully illuminated from beneath. "Or are they trees that look like bushes?""The view certainly is beautiful," Makoto remarked."So beautiful," Usagi concurred. "Also, I have to pee." Each person around her showed a look of embarrassment, annoyance, or both."I'll show her where the ladies' room is," Rei said with a sigh. "And I'll look for some coffee in case it affects Usagi differently than Ami.""I only read it in a book," Ami insisted again.Rei led her intoxicated friend to the women's restroom, keeping her arm around her so she could keep her balance. Rei got redder and redder with each person who glanced at them. She was embarrassed to be seen with Usagi. She was afraid people noticed her friend was drunk, but also afraid they looked like a same-sex couple to the people who didn't notice Usagi was drunk. Usagi, on the other hand, was totally oblivious and unconcerned. Once inside the bathroom, Usagi jerked her body out of Rei's reach."I can stand on my own, thank you. Now get out of here, I have to use the toilet.""Are you sure you're okay on your own?""Yes! Now shoo!" Usagi waved her hand."I think I should stay in her, in case you pass out or...""Shoo, shoo, you pervert!" Usagi continued, physically pushing Rei towards the door. The raven-haired girl sighed and walked out into the hall. She found a place to stand that was out of people's way and waited for Usagi.Only a few seconds passed before the tipsy blonde burst out of the bathroom door and came looking for her."Is something..." Rei began to ask."I can't go in this dress! I need somebody to lift the gown part out of the way so I can sit on the potty," Usagi pleaded. A drop of sweat appeared on Rei's face."Are you sure you can't just..." Usagi took her arm in hand and continued her urgent request. "Come on! I need you! Come on! Come on!" She physically pulled Rei, who eventually relented in order to keep her arm from being dislocated."I'm so dizzy!" Usagi remarked once they were inside the white-tiled room. "The room is spinning! It looks like the squat toilets are on the wall!""Those are urinals," Rei said, her eyes narrow with annoyance. "You just pulled me into the men's room.""Oh! I guess I'm not dizzy," Usagi said. She went to exit the room and promptly walked into the wall next to the door. "I'm dizzy and there are squat toilets on the wall!" she announced. "I figured it out!" Rei was hanging her head and softly rocking it from side to side in a gesture of utter disbelief.Once inside the correct restroom, Usagi forcibly brought Rei to one of the stalls and closed them in together. The beautiful soldier of love and justice stood in front of a Western-style toilet while her very displeased companion knelt down, grabbed the hems of her pink gown and white underskirt in two places, and lifted the layers of clothes up to facilitate the wearer's relief. Then she lowered them some, because she wasn't that crazy about seeing her friend's panty-clad pelvic region. Usagi's poorly-guided hands fumbled around the lifted cloth Rei's hands, finally gripping her white cotton underwear and lowering it to knee level. Then Rei moved with her as she shakily sat down, keeping the back of the dress from getting pinned under Usagi's plump buttocks (the only part of her body that her diet of junk food seemed to affect) or wadded together in the space between the seated girl and the toilet tank. Then they both had to reverse the process, since Usagi's distorted spatial perception had caused her bottom to miss the hole and one of her cheeks to miss the entire seat, and so she was careening on the edge of the toilet. With the inebriated girl finally settled in place, Rei waited for her task to be over. And then she waited. And she waited. And waited."Well?" she finally said, breaking the silence."Well what?" Usagi asked innocently."Well go!""Don't rush me!" Rei stopped bothering her and resumed waiting. After another great length of silence, she spoke again."Well!?!""I can't go!""Why not?!?""I can't focus. I feel too strange.""You can't be too drunk to pee! It's impossible!""I'm not drunk. I'm sick. I think I drank too much juice.""Yeah, that's likely. Just go...and quickly, so we can get out of here.""I can't! It's not coming.""Well make it come!" Rei said with ever-increasing anger."I can't concentrate.""You don't have to concentrate to pee! You just relax and it happens!" Rei said, feeling stupid for having to talk about urination like this."Uh-uh," Usagi disagreed.Rei continued her argument, more angry than embarrassed. "You have to concentrate to not pee. That's what potty training is!""Just shut up, okay! Loudness interferes with peeing."Rei stopped talking, and Usagi relaxed like Rei had suggested. Nothing happened at first. Usagi just sat there with her eyes closed and her face twisted into an odd expression while Rei looked at the dress in her hands and fumed with anger. She began to think out loud, as she often did. "I can't believe this is how I'm spending the party at Edwards' mansion. I was looking forward to this so much...the picturesque mansion, the graceful melody of the waltz...but now I'm miserable.""Come on, Rei," Usagi said. "You've been through worse than this.""You're right," Rei said, putting her current misfortune into perspective. "I should look on the bright side. At least I don't have to help a drunken boy go pee," she said after a moment's musing. "Why did I say that out loud?" she wondered out loud, humiliated at her own words. "Why did I even think that in the first place?" Her dark eyes went back on Usagi. "You must be leaking on me.""I am!?!" Usagi screamed in shock, looking around."I mean your habits are rubbing off on me. I'm saying stuff that's as off-the-wall as what you say.""Rei!" Usagi yelled."What?""Never say 'You're leaking on me' to someone who's on her period!'""I...will remember that rule, Usagi." Rei wished she could slam her head against a wall without letting go of her friend's dress. Then, finally, she heard a faint tinkling sound.She looked at Usagi, eyes bright. "Are you...?""Yes!" she happily reported.The sound stopped, then started again. After a couple more tentative trickles had begun and ended, Usagi was finally able to summon a continuous flow. A slender rivulet the same bright yellow as her hair emanated from her womanly regions. Her mouth broadened into a smile, and her big blue eyes narrowed into cute little slits."Ah yes!" she said cheerfully once it was clear that this wasn't another false start. "Peeing is good!"At first, her emanation drizzled straight down, hitting the water in the bowl with a soft tinkle. Then, as the force behind it increased, it arced forward. The gentle tinkling sound became a bassy rushing in the bowl, then a showerhead-like hiss as it came forward enough to hit porcelain instead of water. Usagi made a quiet moan like before, only one that conveyed a much different emotional state.Then the hiss became a drizzle, the drizzle became a tinkle, and Usagi was finished relieving her bladder. She stood up and returned her panties to their hiding place under her gown. Rei cringed at the realization that Usagi hadn't wiped first, but she didn't say anything. She just released the dress, and Usagi flushed."Thank you!" Usagi said sincerely, and hugged the girl who had held her gown out of the way. Her clumsiness caused their intertwined bodies to hit the wall of the stall, vibrating loudly. Rei opened the stall door and walked out. Usagi decided she needed to sit down for a while, and chose the closed toilet for a seat. This annoyed Rei, who planned to make use of the ladies' room while she was there, but had wanted to do so in peace. Oh well.She discreetly moved a couple stalls over, then quietly shut the door behind her as she stepped into one. But Usagi's senses weren't dull enough for her not to notice."Do you want me to hold your gown up to make us even?""We'll never be even," Rei said dryly, not even calling attention to the fact that she was wearing a short, tight skirt. "You just sit there and relax, and pretend I'm not here. And by that I mean, I don't want to hear you say one word about what I'm doing.""Sure thing!"Rei pulled her skirt down until it covered her knees down to her ankles, and moved her panties halfway down her thighs. She felt an uncomfortable kinship with Usagi when she experienced some difficulty in her task. Knowing she would be heard by someone she knew made her bladder reluctant to loosen up.But she closed her eyes, took deep breaths, relaxed the many muscles of her body, and thought about the fact that she had witnesses Usagi doing more humiliating things than anyone would ever catch her doing. Before long, the water pressure inside her was decreasing.After only a few seconds of drizzling, she upped her output to full blast. A stream shot out violently at the porcelain wall beneath her, generating an intense hissing sound. Rei sighed at the loss of uncomfortable pressure, but didn't make it as obvious as her golden-haired friend had.Hearing the other girl's impressive output from a few stalls over, Usagi began to make an "ah" sound that could have begun a word, but was cut off."Not one word," Rei said over the sound of her waterfall. Before she reached for the toilet paper, 45 seconds had passed and the water beneath her had become the color of a runny egg yolk. She banished it to the sewer with the touch of the silver handle, put her clothes in place, and walked out of the stall. Still warm with the satisfaction of relieving herself of a liquid burden she had carried for too long, she said to Usagi, with a grin, "Between you and me, that was a piss that really needed to be taken."When she cleared the opened door of the stall, she faced the blue-haired visage of her friend Ami, who was standing in front of the open stall Usagi was resting in. Rei's eyes bugged out and she froze in place. She felt like chastising herself for having allowed herself to loosen up so much in the presence of the uninhibited Usagi, and was humiliated to have this witnessed by the most level-headed person in her group of friends."When you didn't come back I got worried, so I came to check on you," Ami explained, blushing a little. Rei finally broke out of her paralysis, managing to speak. "I'm going to wash my hands now." Usagi stifled a giggle. She looked more composed and cognizant now, much to Rei's relief. Only moments ago she would have asked if Ami was going to do number one or number two.It seems the effects of the alcohol have totally subsided," Ami observed as her friends washed their hands."I think her stupidity is back down to background level," Rei concurred. Ami gave a nervous smile.Then the three girls went to join the others. The past few minutes had been unpleasant, but they had a fine evening ahead of them. Unless one of those ubiquitous Daimons showed up to ruin it. |
Hey guys, I posted a story the other day called “The Broken Breathalyser”. It was only supposed to be a one off story, however I had a request asking if I could do a sequel with the girl from the story. So here is the sequel, if you haven't read the first one yet you should - https://omorashi.org/topic/22988-the-broken-breathalyser/ - this story will make more sense if you do :)
A Whole New Discovery
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Her eyes followed the second hand as it slowly made its way round the clock. It felt like she had been doing this forever. In the background she could hear the dull drone of people talking but in her trance like state she couldn't make out what they were saying. She had been that way since the guy had started talking, his dull voice droning on almost sending her to sleep instantly. Now 3 hours later and she was going out of her mind with boredom. She hated these meetings. Every so often she and some of her colleagues in her office had to go the head branch in Manchester for a “Update Meeting”. The first couple she attended weren't too bad, back when she was eager to impress, she hung on every word intrigued with what the company planned for the future and how it was growing. Now they were just a huge bore and a huge waste of time. Every time she came to these things she didn't pay any attention at all yet still managed to do her job. A job which she was rapidly becoming fed up with. When she first started with the firm four years ago it was only supposed to be a temporary office job to help pay for University fee's but after failing to find a job she wanted she had just stuck with it and now regretted it. On top of having to sit through a sinfully boring meeting she hated having to come to the head office. It was a 2 hour commute and for some reason the company would only reimburse public transport costs and not pay for petrol. If they did pay for petrol expenses she would drive, it would save a whole load of hassle, but alas she had a 2 hour journey home involving two trains and a bus.
She was suddenly brought out of her daydream state by a flurry of movement. She looked round and saw people packing up their things and realised the meeting was finally over. She sighed in relief and finished her coffee and grabbed her coat and bag and headed out of the room. She saw her colleagues waiting for the elevator and decided to hold back, she really didn't want to get stuck in the lift and have to walk to the station with them talking about the meeting. She stopped at the cooler outside the room and poured herself a cup of water. She waited until they had got in the lift and gone before downing the water and heading towards the stairs. She walked down them slowly to give her colleagues a chance to get ahead of her. She came out into the lobby and they were nowhere to be seen. She signed out at reception and headed outside. The sunlight hitting her as she walked out felt wonderful. She thought about going into the city but decided it would be best to just head home.
She arrived at the train station 15 minutes later and consulted the timetables. There was a train due in 5 minutes but she guessed her colleagues would be on that one and decided to wait for the one after that which was in 25 minutes. She walked over to the shop and bought herself a magazine and a bottle of water and went and sat on the platform. As she sat waiting the platform started to fill with people and began to get busy. She start of rush hour, she was glad the meeting had finished when it had as she knew in an hour or so it would be super busy. She just hoped she would get a seat on the train, she really didn't fancy having to stand up for an hour. The train pulled in to the platform and she went and and stood by a door. The moment the doors opened and the people had got off she jumped on and sat down on the first seat available. She pulled out her magazine and began flicking through the pages. Suddenly she noticed someone standing next to her. She looked up to find a man stood looking at her. “do you mind if I sit here” he asked.
She felt her cheeks flush red. She had always been shy around guys she didn't know, especially when they looked as good as he did. She tried to speak but no words came out so she just nodded. He sat down and pulled out a newspaper. She went back to reading her magazine thankful he didn't want to chat as she felt she would make a complete fool of herself if she tried to speak to him. The train pulled out of the station and she got lost in her magazine. As the journey went on she slowly sipped at her bottle of water out of boredom and eventually finished it. As she bent down to put the bottle back in her bag she felt her bladder twinge. A twinge telling her it was filling. She realised they were only about 10 minutes from her station, where she would have to catch the train to her town. She glanced at her watch and realised by the time they arrived she would only have a couple of minutes before her next train departed. As the train approached the station she squeezed past the guy and went and stood by the door. It pulled in and the moment the door opened she jumped out and set off at a quick pace. She could see her train on the opposite platform and ran up the stairs and across the bridge and down the stairs onto the other platform. As she ran down the platform she could see the conductor checking down the platform and waved at him. He acknowledged her and waited for her. As she reached the door he joked saying “almost”. She laughed and thanked him and went and sat down.
As the train pulled out of the station she noticed her bladder again. With the adrenaline of running for the train she hadn't felt it but now she was sat down she noticed just how full it was. All the complementary coffee she had drunk at the meeting was filling it up quite fast. She felt a twinge of excitement in her pussy. A few weeks ago a full bladder would have been an inconvenience but then there was the night she got pulled for suspected drink driving. Her mind wandered back to that night. Sat in the back of that car with an extremely full bladder, almost having an accident and wetting her knickers. Eventually she had been let go and had tried to get to the bathroom but as she got there her bladder had given in and she had wet herself. It was afterwards she discovered how nice it felt to have wet herself and it led to her having the best orgasm of her life. Since that night she had been experimenting with the pleasure of peeing herself. Trying out different clothes, seeing how long she could hold on without peeing, one night she even wet the bed and absolutely loved it. Her mind then landed on her full bladder she had now, what she was going to do with it when she got home, maybe she would try something new. The more she thought about it the more excited she got and she could feel her pussy tingling. She felt her knickers dampen as her pussy began to get wet with desire.
20 minutes later her bladder was really full and she was starting to feel really desperate. She sat in her seat squirming around. She only had 15 minutes left till she got to her station then a short bus journey then she would be home, then she could enjoy herself. However as the 15 minutes passed by she was starting to feel more and more desperate and by the time her train started pulling into the station she was absolutely busting for a pee. As much as she wanted to hold it she resolved she would have to go for a wee when they got to the station otherwise she wouldn't make it home. Her mistake was not peeing before she left. Since she discovered she enjoyed the feeling of a full bladder she had stopped peeing before she left work so by the time she got home she was desperate. She had done the same today out of habit forgetting she had a two hour journey ahead of her and now those many coffee's were sitting heavy in her bladder and pushing down hard on her pee hole wanting to escape. She stood up and went and stood by the door. Now she was stood up her need felt so much worse and she started dancing from foot to foot. The doors opened and she walked onto the platform and headed under the subway. She came out on the platform and headed straight for the toilets. She walked into the waiting room and headed for the bathroom. As she got there and pushed the door she realised it was locked. She tried again but it wouldn't open. She tried the mens room but that was also locked. What was she going to do, she had to pee so bad but there was nobody on the station to open the toilets and if she didn't go soon she would miss her bus. She had no choice. She decided to go to the bus stop and she would have to pee in the opening behind the bus stop.
She walked out of the station and down the road towards the bus stop. She reached the bus stop and put her bag down. As she did her bladder pushed hard and she felt a small drip hit her knickers. She stood pee dancing but another drip escaped past her trembling pee hole. She had to pee. She was about to go around the back of the bus stop to pee but as she went to she heard footsteps. A guy appeared from the round the corner and walked towards the bus stop. She cursed under her breath and sat down. She put her bag over her crotch and slid her hand down and pushed against her pussy. This helped the pressure on her pee hole a little but not much. The guy appeared at the bus stop and said hi and went to read the timetable. Suddenly a leak shot into her knickers and she gasped. He looked at her and asked if she was okay. She nodded and said she was. He smiled and went back to looking at the timetable. Another leak shot into her knickers and she felt the dampness on her fingers. She had to pee so bad, she only hoped the bus would get here quick then she might just be able to hold on till she got home. As she sat there she kept feeling leaks escaping and soaking her knickers. Then suddenly a spurt shot out of her pee hole and soaked the front of her trousers. She was in trouble. If she didn't pee soon she would wet herself. She had never wet herself in public before. She toyed with her options, pee in front of this guy, try hold on and wait for the bus and face the possibility of peeing on the bus or walking home and try find somewhere to pee.
She really didn't want to walk home and really didn't want to pop a squat in front of this guy. She had to try hold it. In her fun time at home she could hold quite well. Suddenly another spurt shot out of her and she pushed down hard on her pussy. She could feel her trousers were getting wet. All she had to do was hold it back and when the bus arrived, cover the wet patch so nobody would see and then hold it till she got home. Out of nowhere a huge wave of desperation flooded through her body causing her muscles to relax momentarily. Pee started to gush into her knickers. She quickly clenched her muscles closed and managed to stop the flow. But now her knickers and pants were soaked. She heard pee dripping onto the floor beneath her and hoped he wouldn't hear it. He walked towards the pavement and she looked down the road and saw the bus coming. She stood up and some more pee escaped. She looked down and saw a huge wet patch on the front of her trousers. Why did she have to wear light grey ones, they showed the wetness greatly. She felt her bum which was also wet. She wouldn't be able to hide it. As she got on the bus she felt eyes looking at her. She felt mortified. As she walked up the bus she could see people looking at her trousers. Thankfully it wasn't overly busy. She sat down and started squirming like mad. All she had to do was hold it for a few more minutes then she would be home. The bus set off and the vibrations of the engine pulsed through her shaking her bladder. She spurted....and again....and again.....She was starting to wet herself and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She could feel the wet patch on her trousers spreading and the seat beneath her getting wet. She couldn't hold it, the pressure was too strong. Her pee hole was aching and starting to fail her. Suddenly it opened and a huge spurt escaped. She gasped thinking that was it. But somehow she stopped it. God she was bursting for a pee, she felt like she had loads out but it was still bursting full. Her stop was approaching. Oh god how was she going to get to the front of the bus, she would have to walk past these people, in an obvious state of desperation with wet trousers, She felt mortified, she had never been so embarrassed.
She pushed the bell and walked down the bus. She could feel the eyes staring at her. She didn't care any more, all she wanted to do was get off the bus and pee. She could see her stop coming up, almost there. Then suddenly she felt the all too familiar feeling. The feeling she got when she knew she couldn't hold it any more. She felt her bladder contracting and pee pushing down her urethra towards her quivering pee hole. She knew the moment it got there it would open and she wouldn't be able to shut it. She felt it right at the tip and tried desperately to keep it there but there was no use. Her pee hole burst open and pee started flooding out into her knickers and soaking her trousers. She felt it streaming down her legs and soaking her socks and into her shoes. She heard gasps as the people on the bus saw what she was doing. She felt like crying, all she could do was stand there as her bladder emptied into her trousers. After what felt like an eternity the flow stopped and her pee hole closed. The bus came to a stop and the doors opened. She couldn't move, she was frozen to the spot. She felt like if she didn't move then nobody would see her. She heard a voice ask “are you alright love?”. She looked up to see the driver looking at her. “I'm so sorry” she said. He climbed out of his cab and walked towards her. He put his hand on her shoulder and said “don't worry about it, I’ve had much worse on my bus before”. She mustered a smile and shuffled off the bus. As the bus drove off she stood there in her pee soaked clothes mortified at what had just happened. She thought about those people staring at her as she had had a pee accident, the way they gasped as she wet herself like a child. She felt so embarrassed....so humiliated....so...so.....alive.
She felt her pussy throbbing with excitement. What?....why was she turned on. It was the most embarrassing moment of her life....but also....the most exciting. This was the same confusion she had had when she first got excited when she wet herself. Could it be possible....could peeing herself in front of people turn her on. The more she thought about those people watching her the more aroused she felt. She could feel her knickers getting wet as her pussy dripped with desire. She couldn't believe it. She walked up the road towards her house. She felt liberated walking around in public in pee soaked clothes, like she was free. She walked into her house and went upstairs. She flopped onto her bed and thought about what just happened. As she did her hand crept inside her wet trousers and found her throbbing clit. She imagined being desperate next to the hot guy she had seen on the train, trying to hold on as she was too shy to ask him to move out of her way but ultimately wetting herself and seeing his shocked reaction. This thought sent her pussy wild and made it burst in orgasmic bliss. She laid back panting and shaking, excited at finding another thing she enjoyed about her new found fetish. She thought one day she would have to get deliberately desperate and wet herself in front of many people. Not just yet, she felt too shy to do that just yet, but if she felt this way after only a few people on a bus, how amazing would she feel with a whole crowd of people. She peeled off her wet clothes and jumped in the shower. As the warm water washed over her naked body her mind wandered thinking up new and exciting things to try and smiled thinking about how a few weeks ago she was a shy young woman and now she was a young woman thinking of doing such naughty things. She shook those thoughts from her mind, that was for another time, all that mattered now was taking care of the pulsing sensation emanating from between her legs.
FIN
Hope you guys enjoyed, especially he who requested this, when I first was requested to write this I was unsure but writing this I am starting to like writing about the adventures of young Amy Stephenson. If you guys enjoyed this story let me know and let me know if you would like to see more of her in the future.
Gemmy xx :) |
What Hermione did in the Holidays part 3; - sorry you need to read part 1 & 2 first
Hermione finished her shower in the upstairs fitting area bathroom, dried herself and put on the white towelling robe that Madam Susie had left her before walking downstairs to the shop. When she got there her mum and Susie were busy talking and looking at a variety of different styles of knickers and bras.
Hermione’s mother handed her a nice looking lacy bra – white but much nicer than anything she had worn so far –“try this on dear, it should be the right size and fit from the measurements Susie did”. Hermione did as she was told and put it on with Susie assisting to adjust the straps to just the right length.
“Try walking up and down in it to see how it feels” she was told and duly did so – it felt very comfortable, much better than her old ones – she had come expect that she needed to keep everything adjusted to be tight for control to stop bouncing, but this bra hardly felt to be there although she could tell it was controlling any tendency to bounce very well – and as well it felt very nice on the skin of her breasts and the gentle slight rub on her nipples was quickly making them stand up to attention.
After a couple of minutes walking around Susie said “ok now take it off and let us check for anything biting into you”. Susie looked at Hermione’s back and shoulders, then under her arms and round her upper waist and noted there were no marks so the fitting was good, she told her to turn round and face them and Hermione saw her mother smile on seeing her erect nipples –“looks like you have got the perfect fit once again Susie!” said her mum and which Susie simple smiled herself and said “we aim to please”.
“Ok” said mum “knickers next – everyday ones first”. Susie took some not very exciting looking school knickers from one of the shop drawers saying these should be correct from our checks but try a pair on”. Hermione was not overly thrilled to be putting blue school knickers on now, but did as she was told only to find that whilst her old ones were comfortable these felt almost incredible, a gentle firm feel all over – but she quickly realised that the firmness of the material over her pussy was making it start to swell and this triggered her nipples to push out even more.
“Looks like we got the right fit” said Susie as mum looked on with a gentle smile on her lips. Hermione looked at them both and managed to say “yes they fit fine, but I would really like some pretty frilly grown up ones”. “That’s ok” said mum “we came here to do that, but I think you can see why it is important to get the right fitting first – it really helps to feel good and that’s why I keep coming”. They looked at various colours and fabrics before settling on several pairs in different light colours – turquoise like her mum had wet this morning – pink, pale blue, pale green, and yellow. Hermione picked up some black ones and looked at them, but her mother smiled at her and said” you have no need for sexy black lace knickers yet!” However she did select matching suspender belts for the colours of the ones she had.
After they had finished Susie said to Hermione come back upstairs with me and we will sort a few details. Hermione was puzzled but did as she was asked - as they went up the stairs Susie said “I really like your mum, I have known her since I was a little girl playing in the shop – but like all mum’s she is a bit over protective. Firstly here is my card – send me an owl when you need the sexy black knickers and I will get them to you by return in a plain wrapping simply marked “Susie” – with your figure and beauty I don’t expect it to be long before I hear from you. Secondly I hope you will join W3, I will come up for a reunion next term so come along and meet me there. Finally whilst someone else may tell you this I invented this spell out of necessity and other have found it usefull – and many have found it pleasurable. On the back of her card she wrote “ru –bar- nicicus”. Hermione looked at this and asked “please tell me more”. “Sure” Susie responded “When you are in the shop for long periods with lots of customers you must watch them carefully otherwise stock disappears – with some ordinary women you would swear they knew magic the way they hide knickers and bras in coats, bags- up their own knickers etc.”
“So it gets very difficult sometimes to go for a wee when you need it, my mum coped by wearing nappies and plastic knickers on days she knew it would be hard, but she was not one of the special band of wet witches like you and me so she got little pleasure from doing this. As you will have guessed I like wetting my knickers and when I first took over the shop I simply hid a thick towel behind the counter and did it in my pants and through into the towel when every I need to, but it is still rather open and with lots of customers it was hard to do so without being caught.
So I did lots of research though the old books looking for how to put spells onto clothes and I finally found the secret was that you needed to spit the word(s) up into little bits and say them slowly – I suppose because the material is a slow learner - it is hard for it to cotton on. The spell I have written down will simply turn whatever knickers you are wearing into a super grade of rubber or plastic pants. It works best with full knickers – like the ones you now have bought for school – say the spell and the elastic round the legs and waist will lighten up and the fabric, whilst still feeling like cotton, will become completely water tight – or should I say completely “wee tight” and will flex and expand just like thin rubber. This means that I can do it in my knickers whenever I am busy with customers and I can’t get to the toilet.”
Hermione looked at her a bit open mouthed to which Susie responded to saying – “OK I admit that I like the feeling of warm wee round my pussy and I use the spell most of the time - but it works brilliantly as long as you do not physically force the wee out of them by sitting down too hard or the like”. Susie pulled her belt out of her skirt and let it drop to the floor showing Hermione she was wearing a bottle green coloured version of the school knickers that Hermione was buying – but they were bulging. Susie pulled the waist out and said to Hermione – “Look”
Unable to resist Hermione looked over the waistband of Susie’s knickers to see her clean shaven pussy bathed in a pool of wee – she gently touched the outside of the fabric which looked absolutely soaked – but felt dry. Without thinking she put her hand inside to feel the fabric – which was wet – and then let her fingers drop into the puddle, gently rubbing against Susie’s pussy lips at which Susie let out a sound like a “purr”. That feels great she said, but we do not have time to explore now – please come to the W3 meeting and we can talk and explore more there – promise you will come please?. Hermione shook herself realising what she had done, but smiled and said “I promise – I was not going to go because I did not think I would know anyone, but meeting you there would be good and you have already taught me so much I must at least learn how to say thank you to you.”
Hermione quickly got dressed into her old knickers and clothes but overheard Susie after she went into the bathroom let out another purr as she also heard the sound of pee falling onto the floor so Susie must have pulled one of the knickers’ legs out to let the puddle escape.
Back downstairs again Susie carefully wrapped everything up for Hermione’s purchases plus a few pairs of pretty lacy knickers for mum. Mum was ready to pay when Susie stated – as this is Hermione’s first fitting I will give you a 50% discount on all of her purchases, I really hope we will see her again (Hermione saw her give her a quick wink at that), which mum was very gracious about.
They said good-bye and walked out of the shop back towards the car. It was a lovely warm afternoon and as they went past a bakers with lovely smells coming form it mum said – let’s grab some food and sit down by the riverside in the park for a picnic. They chose some sandwiches and cakes with bottles of cold drink and walked to car. A short drive later they pulled into a car park with a short walk to a grassy area alongside the river, taking their food and a blanket to sit on they walked down a little way so they were in a nice secluded area away from houses – alongside the walkway but mostly screened by bushes.
Mum said ‘I like it here” it is very peaceful, mid week, like today, few people walk by.” They sat quietly for a while enjoying the peace (and their food and drinks). Mum lay back and spoke – “I did not try to listen to you and Susie talking and I did not actually hear you saying anything – but you obviously were getting on very well with her. Am I right in guessing she is special like you are?”. Hermione looked at her mum and thought “for all she is not a witch she has a knack of knowing what is going on!” Hermione said to her mum “yes you are right - and then told her about how she was the one that picked Hermione’s talent. Mum simply said, “I’m not surprised, I was always sure her mum had something special about her the way she dealt with some of the really snooty upper class women who tried to look down on her. I remember when my mum took me here it seemed that way too many such difficult women suddenly ended up having accidents in their knickers in the middle of the shop!”
They continued to lay back and relax and mum said “well I said there would be no secrets so I need to talk to you about next weekend. It is the annual reunion for my university class and I am due to go to the events for the week end. Do you remember meeting a lady you called “Aunty Pat” when she called to visit from time to time”?. Hermione thought and said “She was a very nice friendly lady who must be about your age - from what I remember, but Dad didn’t seem too happy when she was around”.
Mum looked over at her and said “that was very perceptive of you when you were quite young. Pat and I were at college together – in fact we shared a flat together for three years – and most of that time we shared a bed – quite often a wet one!”. I really enjoyed our time together and we still enjoy our reunions. Pat never got into boys (or rather vice-versa!) and has spent her life living with a couple of other lesbian friends. Being absolutely honest with you I love the way a woman knows how to touch you intimately, slowly, gently, gradually bring you to a peak of pleasure – but I found I also like the rough thrust of a man’s prick inside me – particularly your father’s – nothing else is the same – not even if it is made from the finest rubber or plastic.”
Hermione went silent as her mum talked, but noticed that her nipples were starting to stand up, her pussy was starting to tingle, and she was getting close to needing to pee again. Hermione slid down the gentle slope off the blanket a bit, letting the back of her skirt stay where it was so that her bum and knickers were on the grass – she listened as her mum continued but playing “let it go – then stop” almost wetting herself and building up a great sexual tension in her pussy.
Her mum continued “ I was planning just to go up for the dinner on the one night on Saturday and come back the next morning as you were here, although it starts on Thursday and goes through to Sunday evening. However it appears that you have grown up a lot and clearly enjoy female company so would you like to come with me and we will go for the whole time. There may be other girls there your age, but I suspect you might like to meet Pat again as an adult, I would gladly let you learn from her.”
By the end of mum’s talk Hermione was not quite with it and just mumbled something– she was in her own world more involved with the feel of her pussy and the pressure of her wee trying to escape into her knickers. The next thing she heard was her mum saying “just do it Hermione you look beautiful”. Hermione by then actually had no choice and did a first spurt into her pink pants she opened her eyes and looked around to see her mum was now sitting below her looking up her skirt, smiling, “just do it” she said again but there was no need as Hermione lost all control and flooded her wee into her knickers, all over her pussy, down her bum – and she shook with pleasure as she did it.
She came to quickly to see her mum back laying on the rug, face down- and looking down she saw her mum had pulled the front of her skirt up and from the waist down she was laying on the grass – her legs were splayed apart and she guessed mum was pushing her pussy into the ground. Hermione got up enjoying the feel of her wet knickers as she did so and quickly moved to sit below her mum. Mum groaned and whispered I have held this all morning and afternoon till now, I leaked a little over our lunch so my panties are a bit wet – but now for the deluge! Hermione looked up her mums’ skirt at the crotch of her black knickers, but even in the sunlight it was hard to see if they were wet – then Hermione heard the hiss as her mum lost control and started to empty her bladder into her knickers, part way through mum moved into a kneeling position, but with her hands forward – like a dog – so Hermione could see the crotch of the black knickers sag with all of the pee mum was emptying into it. Most of the wee ran down the upper part of her legs and then into a puddle on the ground. The puddle under her flowed in a little stream down towards Hermione who wriggled over so she was sitting on the ground so the stream stopped against her already soaked pink gusset. She rubbed her pussy with the wee and soon shook and climaxed.
Finally mum came to a stop and turned over so she sat the (previously dry) seat of her knickers in her puddle of wee and wriggled in it, rubbing her pussy with her fingers till she too shook with the pleasure of her climax. She opened her eyes and saw Hermione sitting in the puddle post climax, her knickers absolutely soaked.
“I take that as a yes please I would like to come to see Aunty Pat” said mum. Hermione looked and said – “if there is more to learn I would love to do “Holiday study” with you and Aunty Pat”. “OK, I will arrange it said mum – I expect I will need to give your father an extra special treat to get him to agree – he knows about me and Pat hence his dislike”.
They stood up and mum said “I did bring some of our new knickers down here in my bag, but I am going to keep my wet ones on to go home, I am sure I can keep them warm and wet during the drive. I have towels and plastic in the boot to keep the seats safe – do you want to change or stay in your wet ones?
Hermione took in the latest information and looking at her mum pulled up her skirt and deliberately squeezed out the last drops of pee – “wet please” was all she said.
Too follow – Next Visit to meet Aunty Pat
After – the stay at the Weasley’s – Ron’s Navy blue knickers |
A Day at the Races
She stood in front of the mirror watching the water drip off her hair and run down her body. She grabbed the towel off her bed and rubbed it through her hair to remove the excess water. Once she had got as much as she could with the towel she grabbed her hair dryer and went to work, running her fingers through her hair as the warm air dried it She finished drying it and threw the hair dryer on the bed and turned back to the mirror. She curled her fingers under the knot she had put in her towel and loosened it letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes ran over her wet glistening body. She often did this, she loved admiring herself in the mirror, especially when she was masturbating, she loved nothing better than playing with herself whilst watching her reflection. She could see why people were often envious of her, she didn't have a perfect body....far from it, there were plenty things she would change but people often said they wish they had her body. They hated the fact that she could eat like a horse and do no exercise whatsoever but managed to keep her figure. She ran the towel over her body, shuddering as she ran it between her legs.
She finished drying off and threw the towel onto the bed and walked over to her drawers. She picked out a pair of lacy pink knickers and matching bra and put them on. She then grabbed a pair of black sheer stockings and slowly rolled them up her legs. She opened her cupboard and looked at the clothes hanging there. She wasn't a girly girl and had never been one for having a mass of clothes. Today she needed something smart and fancy. She was going to the racetrack. Every year her company hired the race track out and held a race day for its employees as a bonus treat. More as a treat for the sales and manufacturing departments, however the other departments were invited. Her department was small and of the 6 people she worked with only one of them was going. This is why she enjoyed the event. She could enjoy a day out without having to socialise with her immediate colleagues. She could tolerate them at work but the idea of being social with them outside work was something she did not find appealing. This meant that all the people attending she would know from within the company but not personally so she could just make small talk and keep to herself and enjoy the races and free drinks.
She flicked through the hangers and settled on a white summer dress with a red bow round the waist. She put it on then admired her ensemble in the mirror. It was perfect, smart enough for the setting but not too smart that she looked like she was attending Royal Ascot. She pictured herself in some designer dress with some outrageous over the top hat and giggled. She put her stuff in her bag and and slipped on a pair of black heels and went downstairs. She went outside and jumped in her car. She checked herself in the mirror and when she was happy she looked okay she set off. It wasn't too far to go and ten minutes later she pulled into the car park of the race track and found a space. She got out and walked across to the entrance where she was greeted by a crowd she knew from the IT department. She went inside and walked into the bar area. A waiter walked towards her and offered her a glass of champagne. She went to take one then remembered she was driving. Her mind darted back to the night she was pulled outside her house for suspected drink driving and had to give a breath sample. She pulled her hand away declined. She walked over to the bar and stood waiting to be served. As she was stood waiting she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned round and found the Chairman of the company standing behind her. “Good Afternoon Sir” she said smiling at him. He shook his hand and said “please, we are not at work today, call me Neil....and you are....Miss Stephenson right?”.
“Yes that's me, but we aren't at work so please call me Amy” she said. He laughed and said “well I hope you enjoy yourself today Amy, the races will be starting shortly, if you would like to place a bet go and see James and he will give you some pre paid tokens”.
“Thank you, I'll make sure to go see him” she said. She shook his hand and he wandered off into the crowd. She got a lemonade and mingled into the crowd speaking to people she recognised. She saw a guy standing at a table with a board full of betting odds behind him. She walked over and asked if he was James. He smiled and said “aye that would be me”.
“Neil said to come to you to get some tokens to bet on the races”.
“yeah that's me, James the token man....I just need your name please”.
“Amy Stephenson” she replied. He flicked down his clipboard and said “ahhh yeah, there you are, Amy Stephenson, Marketing Department, not many from your lot here today, I've had Susan sign in, she is here somewhere, anyway here are your tokens. She held out her hand and he gave her a pile of tokens. She slipped them into her handbag and signed her name. She glanced at the race schedule on the boards, debating which race to bet on. She put a bet on the second race and then she found the perfect horse for her, she glanced round the races and saw he was running in a number of races and decided to put all her tokens on him. It didn't matter if she won or not, this horse was perfect her. “James, can I put a bet on every race with Golden Rain”. He nodded and took her tokens and set about printing her betting slips. Golden Rain, she laughed. Only recently she had discovered she enjoyed being extremely desperate to pee and eventually wet herself. A couple of weeks ago she had accidentally wet herself in front of people on a bus and had found afterwards she enjoyed the thrill of being seen. Now she had a horse named after her new found love. He handed her the tickets and she walked out onto the terrace. She watched the horses been led up and down the track by their jockeys. She looked around for her horse and found it near the back of the group.
As she watched Golden Rain walking up and down the track she heard “heya Amy, you alright”. She looked round and found Susan sitting next to her. “yeah I'm okay thanks, yourself?
“I'm fine thanks, just thought i'd pop over and say hi, you on your own....you can come join me and my husband if you want”.
“No thanks, I'm okay”. She really did not want to spend the afternoon with Susan.
“well if you change your mind we are just over there, see you later”.
She sighed in relief as Susan walked away. There was an announcement saying that the races were about to commence. She checked the program, her horse wasn't in the first race. The horses lined up in the gates, the claxon went and they were off. She cheered on with the rest of the crowd. The second race lined up to start. She checked her ticket, this race she had betted on, she had bet on number 6, Stardust. The gates opened and she cheered on as Stardust thundered down the track. She cheered as he came in second place. She should really watch racing on TV, she loved it. She went in to the bar and got a big bottle of water so she wouldn't have to make multiple trips.
Three hours passed and the races stopped for an interval to give people chance to cash in their bets or put on new ones. She had finished her bottle of water and decided that whilst everyone was putting on bets she would take advantage of the lack of people at the bar. She got another bottle of water and some crisps and went back outside and made small talk with people until the races started up again. She was loving it, cheering on Golden Rain when he was racing, then in one of his races he won and she jumped up cheering. As she stopped jumping around and sat down she noticed her bladder was getting quite full. She ignored it and focused on the next race. An hour or so later she couldn't ignore it any longer. All the water she had drank had gone right through her and filled her bladder. She was wiggling and squirming as she stood watching the races. At least everyone around her was jumping around and cheering so she didn't stand out. She finished off her bottle of water and the pressure on her bladder seemed to increase dramatically. She squeezed her thighs together and crossed her legs. 15 minutes later the pressure in her bladder was so hard and she was busting for a pee. She was enjoying the feeling of her full bladder but she knew she better be careful. She loved being desperate in public. Over the past couple of weeks she had been really desperate whilst out in public and loved people knowing that she really had to pee. But she hadn't had the never to wet herself whilst in public. She wanted to as she loved the feeling it gave her when she accidentally did it but she couldn't muster up the nerve. She definitely didn't want to get too desperate today, not in front of her work colleagues. Her bladder was pushing down on her pee hole making her want to wee so bad. She decided it would be best to go and use the bathroom, she could always get desperate when she got home and enjoy it there. The next race was about to begin and she looked at the program. Golden Rain wasn't in this race....but he was in the next one. She wanted to see that race and decided to wait until that race had done, then she would have to go for a pee.
She squirmed her way through the next two races, her bladder pushing down hard on her pee hole, the water trying to escape. The race finished and she knew she had to go and pee, if she didn't go now she would get extremely desperate and might risk another accident. She made her through the crowd and set off towards where the toilets were.
As she came round the corner the toilets were in front of her....with queues for both. She hadn't expected them to be so busy, not whilst the races were on. But then she thought about all the free drinks and figured it was to be expected. She joined the back of the ladies line which was about 13 people strong. She wasn't bothered, she could hold it for a bit yet, she had gotten better at holding over the past few weeks. She leant on the wall and looked up the line. There were a few legs tapping and a few wiggles going on and she wondered just how desperate some of them where. She looked over at the mens line which was shorter than the ladies but was constantly flowing with traffic. This was usual, there were just as many men using the toilets but they were quicker so the line moved faster for them. She was brought out of her thoughts by a sudden “OH HECK”. She looked round and saw a girl had just walked round the corner and was walking towards her. The girl joined the line behind her and repeated “OH HECK.....OH HECK”.
Amy looked at the girl and said “you ok?”
The girl looked at Amy and said “yeah its just, i've had a lot to drink and I kept putting off coming to the toilet cos I was enjoying the races but it just got to the point where I was absolutely busting for a wee so I dashed over here....i didn't think there would be a line though”.
Amy nodded and said “yeah, I didn't think there would be a line either”.
The girl crossed her legs and leant on the wall. “I thought there would be a couple of people of waiting, but not this many, if I knew there was so many I would have come sooner cos I have to go so bad”.
“so do I”, replied Amy. She looked at the girl, she knew her face but couldn't place her name. She had seen her in the building before. Then it hit her, she was a trainee in the sales department. She had been given a tour when she first started and had been introduced to her, but what was her name.
“erm....you okay”. Amy suddenly realised she was staring at the girl. “yeah, sorry about that, I was trying to figure out where I know you from, you work in sales right?”
“yeah, I'm training at the moment, I'm Megan”.
Megan!!! that was it, she remembered now. Before she could say anything she continued “and you are Amy right?”. Amy nodded and Megan said “i remember meeting you on my first day, nice to meet you again”. She held out her hand and Amy shook it. “same to you”. They exchanged small talk about the company and how she was finding the work. The line slowly moved forward. Suddenly Megan gasped and said “oh god this line is moving too slow, I really have to pee”.
Amy said “so do I, im starting to get really desperate”.
“i'm already there”, replied Megan. I was bursting when I first got here, now I'm almost wetting myself, this line needs to hurry up”.
Something about her words excited Amy. She couldn't pin point what it was but her pussy had tingled when she had heard Megan say those things. She looked down at Megans hands in her crotch, dancing from foot to foot, hearing her ooooo's and aaaaaaah's. The more she looked the more excited she got, she felt her pussy get wet and damped her knickers. She resolved that not only did the feeling of being desperate excite her, knowing that someone else was desperate must have the same effect. The line moved down a couple more people and now Megan was doing a full blown pee dance.
“oh god I'm so close to wetting myself, i've never had to pee so bad before”. Cried Megan. Amy looked down the line and saw there were now four people ahead of her. Her own bladder was now feeling the strain and she too felt like she was about to wet her knickers. “you can do it, just concentrate on something else” said Amy.
“if I concentrate on something else I will explode” replied Megan “concentrating is the only thing stopping me from wetting myself”.
Amy felt her pussy drip with desire, knowing this girl was on the verge of having an accident was turning her on so much. She felt sorry for her but the feeling of excitement was drowning that. Suddenly Megan gasped and looked horrified.
“what's wrong” asked Amy.
“some just leaked out, I can't hold it much longer”. Amy put her hand on her shoulder and said “you can, you are almost there, you can go ahead of me”.
“oh god thankyou” she said as she moved in front of Amy. Now there were only two people in front of her. She was stood doing the amazing pee dance Amy had ever seen. Her pussy was screaming at her for attention. Her pee hole was trembling under the pressure of her bladder. Her entire body was alive with excitement. The line moved down again. Now only one person was in front of Megan. She gasped again and jammed her hand into her crotch. She looked at Amy almost crying. “some more leaked out, I don't know if I can wait”
“you can” said Amy, thinking about her own bladder, she knew she could wait for two more people but not much longer. The woman at the front of the line went into the toilet leaving Megan stood at the door dancing around like mad. Suddenly she gasped loudly and Amy saw a streak of pee running down Megan's tights. Then another followed.....and another. The streaks snaked down her legs to the floor. She whimpered in desperation and said “i can't stop it”. She banged on the door and told the woman to hurry up. A huge spurt suddenly shot out from under her dress onto the floor. She began to cry as she slowly lost control. Amy felt sorry for the poor girl. She could hear shocked voices around her as people started to notice this poor girl having an accident. Then she felt something....this was it. She wanted to pee in front of a huge crowd, this was her opportunity, not only would she fulfill her fantasy, she would take the focus purely of Megan. A voice in her head told her not to, she worked with these people....who cares, she hardly ever saw them.....but word will spread round the office.....i don't care. The battle went on in her head. By now Megan was gone, she had lost control and despite her trying to stop it she was wetting herself slowly but surely.
Amy looked at Megan and then she knew. As she looked at the horrified look on the poor girls face she knew she had to do it. She relaxed her muscles slightly which caused the pressure on her bladder to intensify and push down hard on her peehole. She felt the pee thundering down towards her pee hole, she likened it to Golden Rain thundering down the track and her pee hole was the finishing post. It hit her pee hole and she didn't try to stop it. Her pee burst out of her pee hole and sprayed into her knickers. It ran down her legs, leaving streaks on her stockings. It sprayed onto the floor, splashing on the concrete. She sighed in relief as the pressure lifted off of her bladder. She looked round at the people looking at her in shock and she felt incredibly horny. She turned to look at Megan who was staring at her in disbelief. Eventually the flow stopped and the last few drops squeezed out into her knickers. She looked at Megan and said “come on”.
As they walked past the crowd they got a few stares and shocked tones but she didn't care. The more people looked at her the more naughty she felt. She took Megan out of the track to her car. She told Megan not to worry about what had happened and that it happened it to everyone. She pointed to her pee soaked stockings to prove her point. Megan smiled and thanked her. Amy peeled off her stockings and chucked them in her car. She suggested Megan do the same. At first she seemed reluctant and didn't want to return to the track, she wanted to go home. Amy sat her down and told her that if she went home people would talk about her, whereas if she showed a strong front they would see that it hadn't bothered her and would drop it and if they didn't they would have her to answer to. Megan laughed and thanked her. She took off her wet tights and put them in the car and they went back inside. She could see people staring and when they sat down Megan said she felt uncomfortable with people staring. Amy reassured her that it wouldn't last.
“people might talk about it on Monday but then it will trail off and there will be a new topic, anyway you aren't alone, I'm in the frame too”. Megan seemed happier and they enjoyed the races together. Later on they laid on a dinner for everyone then there was a disco afterwards. As the night wore on Amy felt tired and decided to head home, she went round and said her goodbyes. When she got to Megan she asked how she waas getting home. Megan said she was getting the bus. Amy offered her a lift and she accepted the offer. As they were driving along Megan said “i'm not looking forward to work on Monday. Amy laughed and said I don't think you need to worry”.
“you don't” replied Megan.
“did you not your boss drunk on the dance floor”.
“no” said Megan.
“well lets just say it wasn't pretty, I think your department will be talking about that for a while” said Amy laughing.
She dropped Megan off and then drove home. When she arrived home her bladder had filled up again since she had pee'd earlier. She made herself a cup of tea and drank it whilst watching tv. She let her bladder fill up and soon she was sat on the sofa squirming around on the verge of wetting her knickers a second time. Her mind played back the image of Megan stood pee dancing and slowly losing control. Her hand creeped up her skirt and found her throbbing clit. She rubbed it through her damp knickers as she thought about Megan losing control.....all those people watching her pee herself, all the people who knew she was a naughty girl. Before she could stop it her body exploded in orgsam which caused her pee hole to burst open. She could only lay there shaking as her body was filled with orgasmic pleasure and her bladder released into her knickers and all over the floor.
She had finally done it in front of a crowd, her mind raced as she thought up what naughty adventure she could have next...... |
I was looking at some parents blogs about their children wetting
Posted on a blog by his mom about the wet pants accident while horseback riding.
Once, my 14 year old son and I were on a horseback ride at a dude ranch. At one point his horse stopped to take a whiz. Then he asked me, I know what the horses do when they have to pee, but what do the people do? I told him that since we were on an organized trail ride with a group, he would just have to hold it until we got back to the ranch, or if he really needed to go badly he could just pee his pants as we rode. His rather tight Levis jeans probably added to the pressure he was feeling on his bladder. But although he squirmed and fidgeted for much of the rest of the ride, he managed to make it back to the ranch. He got off from his horse and almost immediately began jumping around and holding his legs together and complaining rather loudly that he was going to have an accident. I told him that it would be OK, and right then he began peeing his jeans profusely, thoroughly wetting himself down both legs to the ground. He felt so embarrassed that I thought he would cry. I told him that there was nothing to be embarrassed about and that he should not feel badly at all. We walked back to our RV campsite where he got changed and he felt much better.
Here’s the boy’s side of the story.
I’ve recently been interested in pants wetting. Many of my wet dreams have me desperate to pee. I’ll be with some friends and needing to pee, I try to hold it and eventually lose control and pee my pants. I wake up as I finish the wet dream in my sleep sweats. Then I realize that I need to pee for real and run to the bathroom, usually just in time. A couple times I squirted a little in my sweats before I made. Once I peed a lot and was wet halfway to my knees. Fortunately I do my own laundry and no one found out. My mom had me start washing my own stuff after the first couple wet dreams I had two years ago. She didn’t say anything, but I realized it was to save me from being embarrassed. Little did she know what else it would hide!
This got me wondering what it would feel like to pee my jeans. I like the feel and look of the new skinny jeans. I have some from last fall that are getting kind of tight. For the last couple months of school a couple times a week I would wear a tight pair and hold my pee all afternoon. Then when I got home I would drink a bunch more liquids and hold it till I wet my pants. I usually had a couple hours alone until my parents got home from work. I loved the feeling as I lost control and the hot pee soaked my crotch and ran down my legs. Twice I miscalculated and had unplanned accidents. Once I squirted a little in my jockeys just before I got off the bus. I ran the two blocks to our house leaking all the way. The other time I was having trouble getting our door open and lost control before I got it open. Fortunately no one saw me in my peed jeans.
Early this summer I started experimenting with peeing my shorts. A couple times I’ve peed my soccer shorts on the way home from practice. I have some old really tight cutoff jeans that I wear when I cut the grass. I don’t start mowing until I really need to pee. When the mower handle touches my fly the vibrations usually make me squirt a little. My cutoffs end up soaked.
So, enough background. On the day I wet my pants horseback riding I was wearing one of my older jeans that were really tight. I had to wear a long t-shirt to hide the bulge in the fly. I hadn’t planned on wetting, but ended up being a little desperate shortly in to the ride. The horse’s motions were making it feel very pleasant. When I asked mom about peeing I was a little concerned, I didn’t want to wet my pants in front of everyone. I thought I could probably hold it.
I sort of ignored my need to pee as I got more turned on and started feeling VERY good! The squirming around my mom talked about was really me just enjoying the sensations. I’m kind of embarrassed that she noticed but glad she didn’t realize what was really happening! Any way, on the way back to the ranch we got to gallop the horses. As we neared the end of the ride the motion made it really hard to hold my pee in.
Then as we reached the corral I felt a squirt of pee come out. I was as desperate to pee as I’d ever been. I knew from my playing around at home that I was about to pee my pants. As I got off the horse I felt another hot spurt of pee come out. Like my mom said above, I started alternately jumping around and squeeze my legs together. I didn’t realize I’d said anything. That part is kind of embarrassing too. Then I just lost it and the warm pee flooded my jeans. I was totally embarrassed and kind of turned on at the same time. I really enjoyed the feeling of the warm wetness as I peed. I was really embarrassed about wetting my pants in front of the rest of the riders.
Fortunately we didn’t meet anyone else on the way back to our RV. We have a shower in the RV so I managed to avoid any other embarrassment. I figured there would be no lasting consequences. Mom seemed OK with it, even a little amused that her fourteen year old son had wet himself. No one else I knew was likely to find out. I found that I was kind of turned on by the whole thing. Mom gave me some quarters and had me take my pissed clothes and some other stuff to the campground laundry. I put on my tight cutoffs and a long t-shirt, grabbed a book and headed up to wash away the shame. Except I wasn’t really ashamed, I enjoyed it and thought maybe I might do something similar again. |
I came up with this idea the other day, when I thought 'Wouldn't Jennifer need the toilet after 20 hours of being unconcious?'
My first attempt at omorashi fiction, so it's probably terrible. I'm open to criticism though :D
(You probably won't understand it unless you've seen Back to the Future part III)
(The formatting is weird because I wrote it on notepad)
Jennifer awoke to a strange feeling. She couldn't remember going to sleep, and she didn't know why. But, as she came to her senses, she realised that someone
had been kissing her. And it was Marty. "Marty!" She exclaimed. "...I had the worst nightmare..."
"Well, it's over now, Jen. Come on, I brought the truck." Jennifer got up, took a step forward, and... ah. The last thing she could remember before the dream was
meeting Marty early in the morning. It was now 11:30 the next day, so that meant she had... 24 hours' worth of pee inside her? No, it couldn't be; probably
something more like 20 hours, but that didn't matter - it was ready to come out. But she could hold it, no matter how badly she had to go, she was 17, 18 in a
few months, and adults don't wet themselves. Eventually she got into the struck, and they drove away. She had thought it would be a lot easier to hold now that
she was sitting down, but that was quickly proven wrong. In her sitting position, her bladder was being squashed down, its contents sloshing about like an
ocean. Marty was talking about something, but she wasn't really paying attention, as her private needs probably came before boyfriends. But her private needs
were going to become very public if she didn't do something about them. Maybe if she just took her mind off it, and thought about something else, maybe then
the pressure would subside until she got a chance to go. "Marty, it WAS a dream, wasn't it?" Again, she wasn't really ready to engage in conversation, but maybe
it was worth it. None of the other girls got to ride around in trucks. But this had been a detail of the dream - the Marty of the future HAD owned a truck, but he
had crashed into a Rolls-Royce in a drag race. Maybe, just maybe, that dream was going to happen now...
Another truck, presumably the Needles from the dream, rocketed down the street. Marty had been talking to him a moment ago, and had agreed to race.
This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. But it took her mind off her bursting bladder and on to more important things. Like their future, and their big house, their
kids... a sudden movement caught her off guard, and the black truck reversed, turned sharply and span back around. Jennifer, of course, being a smart girl, was
wearing a seatbelt. But as the movement came to a halt, she was thrown forwards in her seat, and the seatbelt wrapped straight around her lower body,
tightening around her waist, effectively crushing her bladder. Immediately, a warm liquid shot down her urethra and past her vagina lips. This was, needless to
say, unexpected, and Jennifer's hand slammed into her crotch. She had pretty good bladder control, and she managed to stop the flow quickly. Marty had not
noticed, and was looking out of the back window. This was an opportunity, so Jennifer slid her trousers down a little, and saw her own wet panties. It was a
shock, knowing that she had peed without trying to, but at least it was only a small amount, and she still had the rest of it safely locked away. But this was
probably a signal that it was time to go. "Marty...." she began nervously.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"I-" the sentence was interrupted by a warm feeling in her trouser pocket. At first she thought that she was doing it again, but this wasn't the case. The piece
of paper in her pocket was hot to the touch, and the words 'YOU'RE FIRED' faded away. "It erased..." she remarked in wonder. "...where's the time machine, then?"
"You're right, there's not much left." She carefully treaded through the wreckage of the DeLorean, her bladder still full, but her need less urgent- after all, some
of it was still in her panties, the cold, wet material clinging to her skin.
"Doc's never coming back..." Marty looked towards the bridge where the car had rematerialised, and the bells on the crossing began to ring.
This is odd, she thought. Where's the train?
Three massive explosions on the rails flung them both up into the air, and they sailed along before landing in some bushes across the grass. Marty immediately
got up to greet Doc, who had arrived in his flying train. Jennifer, however, was a different story. On impact, her need had worsened, and she got the feeling that
this was the end of the line. She rested a hand on her crotch. She gasped in pain. One wrong move could mean the end of a perfectly good pair of trousers.
But she couldn't pee here, not in public! What if someone came around the corner, or Marty came back? What then-
A dribble made its way into her panties. Ok, maybe now going in public wasn't such a bad idea. She carefully squatted down, and just as she was about to
remove her panties, her bladder gave up. A torrent of urine gushed out of her pussy, some hitting, her panties, and some collecting on the ground between her
shoes. She put a hand on her vagina to try and stop the flow, but it just kept coming. She had had this building up for over 20 hours now, and as it released, she
felt an odd sensation of bliss.
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Hello! Welcome to what is probably my first official foray into the world of omorashi fiction. Today I have some quick desperation from the Homestuck fandom. This was originally formulated as a roleplay prompt, and as such it isn't quite complete as it's own story, but as it contains a fair-length dream-desperation sequence, I thought I'd put it up here for you to enjoy. Perhaps in the future I'll come back to it and write a second chapter to finish it off? Who knows!
I hope to write more Omo fiction in the future, perhaps using my own original characters and more specifically intended for a story format rather than as a roleplay prompt. Stay tuned, but for now, enjoy!
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Jade is dreaming, and this particular dream is proving to be a welcome break from the dark, bordering on disturbing scenes that have been plaguing her since the completion of the game. This time there are no looming Denizens, no friends dying, no insurmountable goal to overcome on the quest to create a new universe. No, this is a far more pleasant scenario, something that she has rarely experienced since her days dreaming on Prospit and in the Dreambubbles, the latter of which she often opted to return to even after having learnt to avoid them in her sleep. Often, even an infinity of dead friends who are happy is less disturbing than live friends faced with impending death, no matter how unreal the latter are in actuality.
She is on the Land of Frost and Frogs, and it is snowing. Incongruously, Bec is by her side, and his paws make delicate prints in the snow, marred by the occasional melted patch where he has gotten too... excitable with his abilities. Jade lifts her hand, and finds that she is holding a cutting from a nearby tree in her hand, the perfect length and width for a fine game of catch. Perfect!
"Come on, Bec! Fetch!" she calls, casting the stick out into the snowfield. Bec leaps after it, snatching it out of the air almost instantaneously, and deposits it at her feet. "Good boy, Bec!" she claps, Bec wagging his tail in delight. "Best Friend!"
She reaches down to retrieve the stick and throw it again, but as she does so, she becomes aware of a faint need inside of her. It's nothing unmanageable, but certainly something that should probably be seen to before continuing with the game. She leaves the stick, straightening up and turning towards the house, it's tower perched atop it's hill. "One moment, Bec," she calls to her pet, "I just have to see to my own business. I promise I'll be back!"
Jade climbs the hill towards the house, and as she does, the sensation in her lower abdomen grows in turn, so that by the time she reaches the atrium her need to visit the girl's room has become quite uncomfortable. It really is a good thing she didn't hang around; she definitely needs to go! Confidently, she strides along a corridor, heading for the nearest bathroom...
...and finds herself back in the atrium. That's odd, she could have sworn that she went the right way. Turning back towards the corridor, she hurries back down it, one hand brushing against her crotch, her legs quickening their pace as they hurry along towards the bathroom. She reaches the mid-point of the corridor, turns towards the toilet door, yanks it open, rushes inside, and...
She's back in the atrium once more. How can this be happening! She knows this house like the back of her ha- aah- Jade clutches at her crotch, where she is suddenly struck by an intense wave of desperation that overwhelms her entire lower abdomen. She can feel her pee trying to force it's way out, and clamps down with her pelvic floor muscles, HARD. She manages to contain herself, and after a few seconds, the wave subsides, but she's definitely in a far, far worse position now than she was a few moments ago. Whereas before she was in a mere state of discomfort, now she is experiencing full-on desperation. How can her need have grown this fast? It doesn't matter, she needs to find a bathroom, NOW.
Turning back down the corridor, she breaks into a half-jog, half-shuffle, hand jammed into her crotch, eyes set on the bathroom door. As she hurries down the corridor, she can feel her desperation grow more and more intense, and she realizes that if she doesn't reach the bathroom this time, she's likely to wet herself, something she hasn't done since she was a young child. What would her friends say? She can't let this happen. Reaching the bathroom door, and moaning slightly from the strength of her need, she throws it open. At last, there is the toilet! Pulling down her skirt and panties in one move, she throws herself onto the seat and begins peeing at full force, a second moan, this one of relief, growing in her chest.
And, just as fast, receding. Although she is now sitting on the toilet seat and peeing full force, she feels no relief of any kind, or indeed any reduction in her need. If anything, the sensation of desperation is growing the more she tries to relieve herself. Gritting her teeth, she bears down, and tries to pee harder, but it's no use. She's peeing, and getting no relief! Her desperation is too much to bear, her sphincter muscles have given up but it seems to make no difference, she has to pee, oh, she has to pee, she...
Jade wakes up to find herself lying in bed, tucked within the warm folds of her covers. For a second, she is unaware of what must have awoken her, only thankful to be free of that awful dream and that terrible insatiable need to relieve herself, a need that she-
Oh. Jade suddenly realizes that for all her previous situation may have been a dream, the need is all the more real. Lying in her bed, she is absolutely bursting to use the toilet. She moves to jerk herself upright, hands moving inbetween her legs, and...
She can't. Her hands won't move down from above her head, and for all her might, her legs won't move together. For all her efforts, sitting up proves futile. What.... what can be happening? Is this another dream? No, that can't be right. She concentrates on the feeling in her wrists and ankles, and there seems to be something around them. What could that-
Suddenly it hits her. Her wrists and ankles are bound in rope. Somebody has tied her to the bed, fastening her limbs to the four corners and binding them so she can't bring them together, can't move herself from where she is now, can't relieve the incredible pressure bearing down on her- eep! A few droplets of pee escape her, soaking into the fabric of her panties and creating a minuscule wet patch.
"Let me go!" she cries on reflex, opening her eyes to look about the room. "I- I really need to pee!" Her eyes cast themselves about the room, searching for her captor. They settle upon a familiar figure... |
(I really don't know why I took so long to submit this, I'm so sorry!)
As this is the first story in this topic, I'll put a short description of what I'm going to be doing with it. As the title already states, it's going to be all of my short stories, but I'll also be including any of the short stories that I don't instantly have a drawing with (for example, this story is supposed to have a drawing accompanying it, yet I haven't drawn it yet). The main reason I'm doing this is because I prefer writing short stories, and constantly placing my works on the fiction section and filling it up is too disorganized for my liking. Anyways, here's the story!
Thanks to anitfairy and writerforce6 for editing this story, respectively.
Severa
The sun beat down on Cordelia and Severa as they flew across the desert. During their flight, Severa was trying her best to silently display her unhappiness over the situation by leaning backwards against Cordelia, arms crossed and an unhappy aura surrounding her. Severa turned back a few times to make sure Cordelia was getting bad vibes, but, to her discontent, she was not. Phase two was now in order.
"Why did we have to do this anyway? Do you do everything Chrom says without any forethought?" Severa grumbled.
Cordelia just continued looking straight ahead as she replied. "Actually, Robin was the one who told us to do this, Chrom simply agreed to the matter."
Severa looked up and used one of her hands to shield her eyes from the sun. Perfect response as always, she thought. As she drank from her water flask, Severa decided to ask another question. Turning, she looked back at her mother. "What did Robin say exactly?"
Cordelia sighed, and turned to look back at her daughter. "All he said was we might as well train up by killing some Risen."
"And why, may I ask, is it just us fighting all these Risen, and nobody else?"
At this, Cordelia paused, trying to remember the conversation again. "I think Robin mentioned something about us supporting each other, but I can't quite remember."
Severa blushed, then blurted out, "What's Robin implying? That I'm weak? That I need you to pull me out of danger like I'm some sort of helpless fool?!"
Cordelia wrapped her arms around Severa and said, "I don't think that's the reason, Severa. I know you're capable of greater things than I. Now please stop crying, we have a job to do."
Severa shook her head at the last part, wiping away the tears with the backs of her hands. "I-I'm not crying. This is sweat! It's so hot here." Cordelia smiled, glad her daughter was no longer sad.
Now no longer in the mood to say anything else to her mother, Severa realized something rather pressing going on in her lower region. If only I had peed before we left, but surely I should be able to make it, Severa thought to herself. Mother will easily tear through the Risen ranks, no problem.
Time ticked by, and the pressure slowly increased as they traveled to the oasis, where the Risen were last spotted at. By now, Severa was back to asking questions, yet it was mostly due to her ever-filling bladder.
"How much longer until we get there, do you think?" she asked her mother, hoping to empty herself as soon as possible.
Cordelia took a second before answering, having been asked mid-sigh while thinking of Chrom. "Twenty, maybe thirty minutes?"
Severa thought for a moment, shifting around during the lull in the conversation. "You don't think your Pegasus needs a break, do you? They aren't used to this hot environment you know."
Cordelia smiled, thinking the question Severa asked was from concern, more specifically, concern for Cordelia's Pegasus. Patting her Pegasus on the head, Cordelia responded. "She's fine, don't worry. She'll even be able to fight the next battle without taking a break until it's done."
Severa didn't like this, but what else could she do? She certainly didn't know, so she spent the rest of the time trying her best to ignore her need. After fifteen minutes, though, she couldn't help but fidget.
Five more minutes passed before Cordelia took notice. "Severa, is something the matter?"
Severa was startled, but quickly turned around and responded, "I'm just anticipating the next battle." Cordelia held her gaze for a bit with Severa's, but then finally looked away. I hope she bought it, Severa thought. I really don't want her to think I have a weak bladder, or a weak anything for that matter. Trying to stop her fidgeting, she first made sure her mother wasn't looking, then held herself through her armor. It felt like the weight had been lifted, if only slightly.
The Sun moved across the sky at a rate Severa considered slower than it had ever moved before. Much like the opinion she had with Cordelia's mount. "How could something move so slow yet still be flying?"
She would have voiced her opinion out loud, but Cordelia might catch onto Severa's predicament, and she did not want that to happen. Anything that would lessen herself as a woman compared to her mother more than she already was would only prove to further humiliate herself. This did not help her. In fact, keeping her mind on the topic only made her long for relief that much more.
Despite her best efforts, the fidgeting returned, and she was about to give in and ask Cordelia if they could land when she was interrupted by her. "We're here, Severa. Ready your steel sword, and I'll drop you off when we are near the ground."
Severa was taken totally by surprise from this, but quickly stammered out a response. "W-wait! Couldn't we rest a little ways from here bef—"
But Severa couldn't finish as she was interrupted once again, this time from a thrown javelin that missing her head by mere inches. Hearing the ugly hiss the javelin made as it cut through the air, Severa couldn't help but leak a few drops of pee.
Cordelia quickly held on to Severa as she commanded her Pegasus to dive downwards towards the oasis. "And to think they have Wyverns. Sorry, Severa, but we either fight now or they'll chase us till we're exhausted, and then fight us."
They landed, and Cordelia immediately sunk her steel spear into a Risen soldier, killing it in one hit. Another javelin went by the pair, but this time, Severa's eyes were locked on the Risen that were throwing the weapons at them.
"Stay calm." Cordelia's words were reaching her daughter ears, but Severa's adrenaline and anger had already kicked in. She unsheathed her sword, nearly instantly plunging it into a Risen's skull. The javelin it was wielding dropped from it's grasp as the resurrected Wyvern and rider quickly disintegrated.
"I've had enough!" Severa screamed, yanking the sword out just in time to block an axe stroke. Cordelia smiled, spinning around with her now dislodged lance that pierced straight through the offending Risen.
"That was mine!" Severa said, a little annoyed, before turning to face another enemy. The battle, along with the adrenaline, helped Severa ignore her bladder.
"Wait, there were six when we first spotted them, and after we dispatched those three, there are now about twelve?" Cordelia’s breath caught as she realized what was happening. "Gods, the Risen chief is calling more in!"
Severa's heart sank when she heard her mother as she slashed at a Risen swordsman whom got too close, keeping it at bay. "Can't we just kill it as soon as possible and stop this ambush?" Severa said, lunging at the swordsman, stabbing him in the chest. She quickly pulled out the sword and spun it around in her hand, this time going for an overhead attack that lodged the sword in the Risen's skull.
"Yes, but we're going to have to push through their reinforcements. You ready?"
Severa felt the weight decrease from her sword as the Risen she killed turned to smoke."Let's go!"
Charging in, Severa cut one down, then Cordelia slayed the next, piercing straight through the line of Risen. Suddenly, as they were approaching the Risen chief, an arrow glanced off Severa's armor, causing her to stagger. She tumbled on the ground, and was forced to bring up her sword to deflect a spearhead. Cordelia saw where the arrow was shot from, and quickly tossed two javelins, killing the Risen archer before he could do more harm. By now, Severa had rolled underneath a Risen, then sliced at its legs as she tried to regain her balance. Cordelia tossed another javelin, this time at the disabled spearman, slaying it for good.
"Hope you're okay, Severa, because we need to kill that chief, lest we get swarmed."
"I'm fine! Let's kill it now, and don't you dare lose!" Severa shouted back at her mother.
The spearman had been the last Risen blocking the way, and Cordelia charged in with her steel spear, hit it on the left arm before she flew away to get ready for her second assault. Severa followed Cordelia's first attack, performing an overhead cut into the Risen's right shoulder. Severa's blade became lodged, keeping her from immediately pulling it free. Severa debated whether she should pull the sword free or try to get out of range, but she wasn't making the decision fast enough. Her eyes widened as she saw the Risen chief raise its steel axe, preparing to strike her. Fear kept her locked in place, as all her thoughts left her mind. Suddenly, a clang of metal on metal broke the air, and the axe flew away from the Risen's grasp, hitting the sand a good distance away. Realizing that her mother had used her second attack to save her, Severa quickly pulled out the sword, spun it around and hit the chieftain in the neck, causing it to sever and disintegrate.
That's when Severa noticed it. All her thoughts were on trying to save herself, so she didn't even notice the small amount of liquid that was flowing out of her, causing her mind to race. Was I injured? I don't remember being hit. Did the arrow from earlier pierce my armor? These thoughts and many more raced through her head in the mere seconds it took for Severa to look down. Her faced turned a deep red. Even worse. I-I'm peeing myself. Severa never thought it possible, but she was. Quickly, Severa realized she might be able to stop it and used all her strength to halt the flow, even using both of her hands. Her peeing ceased, but an aching pain replaced what relief she was getting, almost making her regret her decision. By now, Cordelia had noticed Severa holding herself.
"Are you all right, Severa? Were you injured?" Severa's head jerked up at this, and she quickly removed her hands, praying she wouldn't lose it. She didn't, so Severa proceeded to give out a charming response.
"I'll tell you if I'm not all right. Just worry about yourself, please," Severa said, partly pleading at the last word. Cordelia sighed, but decided her daughter wasn't in too grave danger, and tossed over a vulnerary.
"At least drink this to put my mind at ease." Cordelia said, pointing at the vulnerary.
Severa couldn't think what it would do to her poor bladder, but if she didn't drink it, she might get into a dragged out argument with her mother. On the battlefield, no less. Taking after her mother, Severa sighed and reluctantly sipped from the vulnerary, instantly feeling the pressure increase from the liquids she had been storing. Her mother said a quick, "Thank you." before turning away, trying to mop up the remaining Risen left on the field.
Severa knew her fighting skills would diminish due to her desperate state, but she didn't want to disappoint her mother. Slowly, she lifted up her sword and approached an enemy Risen wielding an axe.
Severa's steel sword should easily have given her an advantage, but with her mind focused mostly on trying to not pee herself like a little girl, she was ill prepared for any sudden movement the Risen would make. She decided to attack first, thus possibly killing it before it could react. Raising her blade, she swung down at an angle which cut off the risen's axe wielding arm and slayed it along with her own blade.
Severa's steel sword snapped in half, and the reassuring weight of the hefty steel blade no longer existed. She panicked, scrambling for another one of her steel swords. Movement appeared in her peripheral vision and she quickly tried to roll away; she regretted the pressure it put on her bladder which made her dribble a little into her already saturated panties. She could feel a tremendous amount of heat pass by her as a fire spell flew by, hitting the sand near her original position.
Of all the times for this to happen, why now?! Severa thought as she regained control of her bladder.
She shifted her gaze from her inventory that contained her spare sword to what had attacked her, and noticed that it was a Risen mage wielding a tomb of arcfire. Pulling out her sword, she dashed toward the mage with the steel blade pointed forward. She jumped to the side as another spell was cast, yet this time it seared some of her armor and caused Severa to grit her teeth, now feeling pain in two areas instead of just one. She stabbed the mage in the chest, and as it tried desperately to cast one last spell, Severa said, "Are you daft?" as she twisted the blade, finishing it off.
The decaying Risen was only on her mind for a second after killing it, for Severa received a large spasm in her bladder. As fast as she could, she dropped both of her hands, not even knowing if she was still in danger or not. With her best effort, Severa closed the floodgates, using the pommel of her sword to help even more, but she was in trouble; she would instantly soak herself if she removed her hands. I lasted this long, surely I can last until I can find a proper place to pee... Severa thought to herself.
"Severa, did the mage hit you? Are you okay?"
"I-I'm..." She didn't know what she was, and instead changed the subject. "Are all the Risen gone?"
"I think so, but are you injured? You're leaning forward and holding yourself," Cordelia said, dismounting near Severa.
"I... I don't think I can make it..." Severa muttered to herself.
Taking the words Severa whispered along with the burn mark on her shoulder as the signs of someone close to death, Cordelia rummaged through her pockets, pulling out an elixir. "Wait, I have an elixir! Here, take it, just don't die!" Cordelia shouted, totally misunderstanding her daughter.
Severa shook her head, tears flowed down her cheeks. "Not that, I-" another large spasm hit her bladder, and she couldn't help but bend over, trying to stop what she already knew couldn't be stopped. Pee flowed down her legs, practically unhindered by Severa's hands.
"No, I-I can't be... I'm wetting myself, like a little girl..." Her leggings glistened as pee flowed downwards, hitting the sand and turning it a darker hue. Severa removed her hands, but her fingerless gloves, along with the grip on her sword, had already been covered by her pee, the yellow liquid dripping to the ground from over-saturation. The flow continued for a full minute, and when the stream finally died down, she straightened up, yet kept her gaze downwards. Digging her right foot in the now damp sand, both her hands, along with her sword, now behind her back, Severa muttered to her mother. "I couldn't do it, Mother... I'm sorry... I didn't think this would happen. I thought I'd be a woman and hold it."
Severa felt her mother’s hand under her chin, bringing Severa's gaze towards her. Cordelia smiled warmly, and she calmly said to her daughter, "Honestly, you're more of a woman than I am. If I hadn't peed before we left, I doubt I would have even made it to the battle dry, much less fight through the whole thing."
Severa smiled, and wrapped her arms around Cordelia. "I'm glad I beat you in something, then." Severa said.
Cordelia hugged Severa back. "You've beaten me in more things than you know."
Edited October 29, 2014 by Justice
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(Trying first person, gonna see how all of you enjoy it, because so far I enjoy it more than third.)
Alicia's Road Trip
I fidget as I try and recall what happened earlier. My parents had woken me up when it was still dark out, telling me that we were to go on a road trip. Sure, I like them from time to time, but visiting an art museum, the same one, by the way, five times in the same month? Ugh, I don't understand my parents!
I shouldn't pile the blame on them entirely. After all, the reason I'm even going on this trip is because of my stupid little sister. Normally I really like her, but when she constantly pesters my parents to see an art museum again as soon as we get back, I tend to get angry with her.
"Why can't we go somewhere else close by? I'm all for art, but this is the fifth time this month!" I complain to my parents with rightful annoyance.
They, however, don't agree. "We plan on seeing something else after the art museum, so there's no need to be grumpy." My mom answered back. I decide she won't budge on the subject at this rate, so I turn to my sister. Her expression has changed fairly little from this morning. A simple glance can show that excitement, interest, and enthusiasm is written all over her face.
As if on cue, my father turns from his seat in the passenger's side. "Why can't you be as excited for this trip as your little sister, Alicia?" It's as if this is day one of this stupid trip to everyone else when it's day five for me!
"That's because Emma's the only reason we're going!" Honestly, I think Emma is the only one enjoying the art museum. I swear, Emma has the mind of a goldfish; if you were to show her an image, drop it on the floor, and then show her again when you pick it back up, it would be a whole new picture to her, which probably explains the art museum. As soon as she looked away from one painting, she had forgotten every detail of it.
My father snaps me from my thoughts, saying, "Well, your mom and I don't remember all of the paintings from last time, so that's why we're going again." The same excuse as last time. In fact, I'm starting to wonder why it's the exact same, but then again, my father isn't the most creative person, and he tends to repeat himself.
Looking out the window, I can see the cars speeding by on the other side of the highway. It's the only real distraction I have from my filling bladder. Sure, the conversation helped with eating up a few minutes, but it was short-lived, and I doubt they'd be willing to argue again. My bladder had no chance earlier today to empty, my parents being in a rush thinking there might be a crowd at the museum. Sure, I don't recall how many people were at it the other four times, nor what it even looked like now that I think about it. But that's besides the point. What I'm trying to say is I highly doubt there would be a crowd in a museum that's been open for who knows how many years unless it was brand-new.
I kick the empty water bottle at my feet. "Remember to stay hydrated" my mother said when we were in the car earlier. I wish I had thought of what it would do to my bladder and decided to not drink it, as it's getting more and more difficult to hide my desperation sitting back here in my white miniskirt and T-shirt.
Wait, my sister has to go to the restroom eventually, she has a weaker bladder than I. I look at my sister and instantly pick out something wrong in her demeanor. Not only is her smile less confident, but her bouncing in excitement merged into more of a slow, deliberate bounce. It's as if she wants to be excited, but her pee was starting to hold her back.
But there really wasn't much else to it. I found myself trying to daydream to keep my mind off my bladder, and I slowly lose track of what's going on in the car. It's as if I slowly slipped out of reality, yet my urgency quickly came back, telling me that there was something that had to be done. But what should I do?...
I must have dozed off, as I quickly wake up to my bladder starting to leak a slow trickle of pee. Shooting my hands downwards, I stop the flow, although I realize it started to leave a wet patch on the skirt.
I hadn't planned for it to come to this. In fact, I hadn't planned any of this out. I look to Emma, who was blushing and thumbing the zipper on her jeans. Emma was eyeing a full bottle of lemonade that was between the two of us. Looking in front of me towards the driver's seat, I tap my mother's shoulder. Before she can tell me that tapping someone's shoulder is very distracting while the other person is driving, I dive in with my question.
"How much longer until we get there?"
"Not for a few more hours, why?"
"I... really need to pee."
My mother shook her head. "Why hadn't you gone before we left? I thought you were a thirteen year old!" W-what is she implying? That I'm not a thirteen year old? That, because I'm a thirteen year old, that I can hold it in until the end of time?
"I-I am a thirteen year old, it's just... I didn't know it would get this bad so quickly..."
My mom, however, didn't deem my excuse as being good enough. "Well, you'll just have to hold it until we get there, unless you're younger than Emma. After all, look at her." My mother points at the rear-view mirror, supposedly at my sister through it. "She hasn't even asked how long until we get to the museum, let alone the next rest stop."
I look at Emma, and she quickly moves her hand from her jeans. "She has to go just as bad as I do, maybe worse!" I point out, yet Emma had already grown too big a head from our mother's second-hand praise. "I'm fine, I can hold it in for longer than Alicia."
I sigh, realizing that this was an argument I can not win.
By another hour, I know for a fact I can't make it. Not only is it getting painful to hold, I have resorted to using both hands, and we still have about an hour on the clock. I can tell my sister is having trouble holding up as well as she was, more or less, in the same position. Holding herself with both hands, she was constantly shifting in her seat, and I can just barely see that her jeans are slightly darkened around her hands. Her eyes were clenched shut, and only opened when her mouth did so as well.
"M-mom, c-... could we possibly stop s-somewhere soon?" Her voice is trembling as she speaks.
Our mother gently shook her head. "I'm holding up fine, and your father is too, I'm guessing, so we should keep driving to make up time."
With a statement such as that, I can't help but cut in. "Wait a second, what lost time? We haven't stopped during this whole trip, the traffic is negligible, and we left early in the morning. How can you consider that we lost any time?"
My response is enough to leave my mother speechless, and luckily for my sister and I, our father spoke up before our mother can formulate a response. "Alicia has a point, dear. I don't see why you're being so stubborn-"
"I'm not stubborn! I just... think that eleven and thirteen year old girls should be able to hold their pee."
Our father shrugged his shoulders. "Well, if you say so."
"Yes, I do say so."
"Just remember, you'll be the one cleaning the car if either of them has an accident."
Our mother glanced at the rear-view mirror. Either she was looking at us, or she was determining how much of a pain it would be to clean the chairs.
Sighing, our mother starts switching lanes.
"Fine, but no more stops after this one, got it, girls?"
My sister gives a nervous grin. "T-thanks."
I stay silent, as something else is on my mind after my sister's sheepish reply. My bladder was definitely hurting, and already my miniskirt had a small, slightly visible yellow blotch on the front, and telling from the dampness, a bigger one on the back.
Wait, what's that odd feeling I'm getting? I gasp as my skirt starts to slowly darken, my bladder had contracted and is now releasing my pent up pee! I push my hands into my skirt even harder, stopping the flow, but the stain on the front has grown, and I assume the stain on the back eclipsed half my skirt.
"Mom, Alicia is wetting herself." comes the shrill voice of my sister.
"Only a little..." I point out as I'm unable to come up with a better excuse.
"You shouldn't be wetting yourself at all." My mother scolds. "Although it appears your sister is in the same state as you." I turn, and sure enough, the stain that had been small and subtle on Emma's jean's had grown.
"W-well, I have a smaller bladder than Alicia..."
"That's no excuse, Emma, you need to hold it in. We're almost at a rest stop, so you should be able to hold it until then."
My bladder, however, needs to be emptied now! Looking around, I saw a water bottle full of lemonade. Picking it up, I unscrew the cap. Maybe if I drink- no! Out of the question! Somehow, I know my bladder can't hold until I finish drinking it. Opening my window, I tilt the bottle, letting the lemonade trickle out. Watching the lemonade escape from the bottle only makes my predicament worse, and I can feel my bladder throb in pain just watching it.
Suddenly I twitch as I feel a small amount of pee exit my bladder. Unluckily for me, the twitch had caused the grip on the bottle to weaken, and it flies from my grasp before I can reach for it.
"N-no!" I cry, watching the bottle bounce on the road behind us. Why did I have to drop it! Closing my window, I continue looking around the car, finding nothing that I could pee in nor on.
In a few more minutes I can pee, but it will be a near miss as is. Turning towards my sister, I can see her looking down, hands pressed together tightly. She was also blushing heavily, but she did have to pee last time I checked, and I doubt that would have changed. She probably just peed a little unintentionally, like I did.
"Emma." I say trying to get her attention.
"W-what?"
"How long do you think you have?"
My sister inspects my skirt before answering. "Not as bad as you, b-but pretty bad... M-maybe half an hour." In the state I'm in, I can't wait thirty minutes; in fact, I might not be able to last five minutes!
Feeling the car slow, I realize what's happening. When I feel the car has stopped, I open my door, standing up slowly. I can feel my bladder weigh down on me, and a small trickle of pee goes down my legs in response, soaking into my socks.
Taking one step after the other, my painful bladder slowing me down, I follow my mother and sister. Looking up, it appears we had stopped at a park, and public bathrooms where placed outside in the open. The bad thing is, there is already a line of four women, two of which accompanied by girls.
Getting in the back of the line, I hop from foot to foot, trying to keep from peeing myself. My painful bladder is constantly trying to tell me to pee, and if i were to stop the constant back and forth jumping, I would surely lose it.
The line moves at a crawl, with only one stall out of four being open. I assume the other three were either vandalized or simply stopped working, but who knows? Honestly, I don't really care too much to think of that, as my pee is still pressing down on my bladder, trying to find some path past my hands.
I notice my sister beside me is swaying back and forth, nowhere near as desperate as I am. Maybe I should find a bush, a patch of grass, a tree, something outside to pee on before the floor takes their place? But there is only a Woman and her daughter in front of me, so only about a minute is left until I can pee.
They enter the stall, and I can feel another dribble of pee pass by my hands, traveling down my legs for a couple seconds before finally stopping. My panties are soaked by now, there's no question about that, and now my socks aren't much better.
When the woman and girl finally leave (the girl looking much more relieved than before), I shuffle into the big stall, my mother and sister close behind. As I reach to take off my panties, my mother grabs my shoulder.
"Alicia, let Emma go first."
"W-why? I have to pee way more than she does!"
"She's younger than you, so you're supposed to hold it for longer than her."
"B-b-but-"
"No buts. You're thirteen now, so act like it."
I sigh and continue my earlier hopping, letting my sister pass by, who already started pulling down her jeans and panties. Sitting on the toilet, Emma pauses for a second, blushing, but then a trickle is heard, and soon a splashing starts to follow as she starts to empty her bladder.
I can't take it! The splashing of pee is making my need to pee redouble, and all my efforts to hold futile! My bladder suddenly contracts, and pee quickly streaks down my legs, turning my entire skirt yellow.
"No! S-stop..." I cry, but it's hopeless, despite all my might, I can't stop my already weakened bladder from emptying onto the floor. Pee drips from my skirt as it travels down both legs, and even from between my legs. My socks are soaked, my shoes full of pee, and the floor around surrounded by a shiny yellow puddle.
I take a step, my socks squelching and the puddle splashing, bringing a shiver down my spine. I look up, my sister had lifted up her legs to avoid the puddle, and my mother's shocked expression quickly turned to a disapproving one. Tears freely flowed down my cheeks as my vision blurred. I wish I had another chance to change things. If it only were today again, then maybe I'd be able to avoid wetting myself.
I fidget as I try to recall what happened earlier. My parents had woken me up when it was still dark out, telling me that we were to go on a road trip. Sure, I like them from time to time, but visiting an art museum, the same one, by the way, six times in the same month? Ugh, I don't understand my parents!
Edited November 5, 2014 by Justice
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Despite what the start may have you believe, this is a story about wetting. I was thinking about not posting it for multiple reasons, but as you can see, it's posted anyways. So, without further ado...
Maddie's First Public Wetting
Pulling the frilly purple dress on, I look at myself in the mirror. I'm not wearing anything too special, just some dark grey leggings to go with my purple dress. I spin around to look myself over, my short brown hair shifting sightly during my gentle spin. Satisfied that my dress is both short and long enough, I walk to my front door. I slip on some cheap grey shoes I'm expecting to soon throw away before I pause. I was planning for this moment for weeks, yet I almost forgot the most important part! Walking into my kitchen, I grab a water bottle and place it in my purse. I drank three of these this morning, including two sodas to help with the process.
Oh, how silly of me, I forgot to give some back-story on myself! I'm Maddie [insert husband's last name here] and I'm into staged desperation. While I've had a wetting or two, I found I don't really get off on it, so I chose not to try a public wetting. Public desperation, on the other hand, I enjoy very much. The only problem is, I usually can't try it because of my husband.
That is, until today. Today my husband is going to be gone for the week, and yesterday I already attempted it once at the house. Today I go for something more public.
Stepping outside, I walk to the bus stop that will then take me to the mall. Already my bladder is giving me signals of my need, and I shake with anticipation. Ten minutes later, the bus arrives, and I take the seat closest to the front, tapping my foot as I wait for the bus to slowly continue through its route.
"Five minutes late already." I think to myself. "Let's just hope the bus makes up this lost time, the schedule I planned out is already very precise."
This however, is public transportation, and if you even think it would be on time, you'd be sadly mistaking. I place my purse on my lap as I fidget in place. Twenty-five minutes on this bus and already my bladder is ahead of a schedule that is already ten minutes late. Thankfully, the bus lets off at the bus stop near the mall by thirty minutes into the ride, and I shakily stand up to start my shopping. That is, after a ten minute walk from the bus stop.
Walking by one of the few bathrooms in this mall, I glance in its direction. I can go now and try to fill myself up, that way I don't risk having an accident later. I shake my head. Risk? I thought the whole fun in this public desperation was the risk in wetting myself, yet making it just in time in the end. And if my purple panties turn a darker color in the process? That would be all the better.
Stepping away, I mentally go over the list of objects I planned to buy, none of which being clothes. If I bought clothes, then it would seem like I could change out of wet ones just in case, and that's against the entire plan I had in mind. First items on the list, books.
I down my water bottle as I search through each shelf, looking for the book I was planning on getting. When the bottle is empty I place it in my bag, that way I can fill it and drink from it at the next store as well. Shifting from foot to foot, I pick out the one I'm looking for and end up in a ten person line. Thinking about going to the bathroom just in case, I dismiss the thought. I might as well continue as planned, even if the world is trying to ruin it.
Finally reaching the front of the line, I pay for my book before heading back in the mall, eager to continue with the rest of my day. Filling up my water bottle, the sight of the water is already starting to affect me. Quickly tucking it away, my thoughts drift to the water fountain in the middle. My plan is to walk by it after every purchase, that way it becomes more mesmerizing every time I pass. Walking by it now already makes me fidget a little more, yet I continue with my plan. Heading towards the coffee shop, my second purchase is close at hand.
Remembering to drink from my water bottle again, I have a small amount of trouble finishing the whole bottle, but despite that, I succeed. Already aware that I might get sick from consuming just liquids all day, I order myself a little food with my coffee, eating the food as I walk towards the middle of the mall and the water fountain.
Crossing my legs, I place my purse to the side, finishing off my snack. Legs bouncing as I try to keep everything in, I drink from the coffee, the first sip causing a few drops of pee to escape into my panties.
This isn't good. I'm a store behind my bladder, and it's still early in the day. Taking out my book, I continue with the schedule by taking a break at the water fountain to read. The constant pattering of water behind me is slowing down my reading, but I finish the first chapter only a few minutes later than I expected.
Standing up, I do a slight curtsy under the pressure. My bladder is fuller than I planned, should I make up time? Should I skip a few stores? Should I visit the bathroom? No, I must continue the schedule, yesterday I planned it out and made it with, I'd say, ten minutes to spare. If I deviate from my plans so early, I'm pretty much doubting my bladder's holding capacity! I will continue without further delay.
Taking my purse with me, I throw away the coffee, heading to a drinking fountain to fill my water bottle. I do a small dance the whole time, but I finally fill it and head towards my next destination, the videogame store. I wasn't planning on playing anything today, but I always make it a habit to visit here to see if there were any game releases that got by my radar. Stepping in, I down the other bottle of water, pausing halfway through to curtsy once again.
I walk further in the store, shuffling a little as I move from shelf to shelf. Noticing something on the bottom shelf catching my eye, I bend down, instantly regretting it. My bladder starts dribbling at the increase in pressure, forcing me to place a hand to stem the flow. I look at my dress and see a small spot, no more bigger than a dime. I'm losing control, but I'm not out yet.
Reaching for the game with my free hand, I stand up, losing another short trickle from the movement upwards. Walking to the counter, I groan in frustration. There are already four other people in the line, and I'm starting to doubt my bladder. Customer after customer leaves after their purchase, and I'm forced to search for my wallet in my purse whilst I'm dancing in place. Finding my money, I pay for the game and quickly leave the store.
Tempting as the restrooms may be, I had one more thing on to do before hand. Sit by the water fountain and read one more chapter. I dreaded this moment sent I even made up the schedule, yet all good things come with a price. The moment I see the fountain I feel a wave of desperation hit, but I move on, sitting right next to the splashing and pattering of the water fountain, wriggling as I pull out my book. I can barely focus on the book with all the ambient noise, but I expected as much. In this state, it takes forever to read one page, let alone one chapter, but with the help of my left hand, I manage to force the feeling to subside enough that I can finish chapter two.
I place the book in my purse and rise to my feet, instantly bending over, clenching my thighs at the sudden pulse from my bladder. Feeling the wetness cover my hand, I use the other hand as well, succeeding in stopping the flow. Now I'm on the clock, with zero being way sooner than I planned. I'm ecstatic from the feeling I am getting, yet I'm also frightened from the feeling I very well may soon get.
Walking to the main entrance, my face goes pale as I see the line of girls standing in line. It's as if every girl in the county had decided to go pee right now, and my bladder was throbbing as I step to the back of the line. Stepping forward as the first girl leaves, I pause, feeling pee dribble down my legs. It continues for half a second before my strained muscles are able to stop my pee, but already the spot on my purple dress has grown, and the grey leggings already show every single drop that rolls down my legs.
Pressing my thighs together and then dancing on the spot, bouncing slightly as I try to hold back the flood, I'm already feeling lightheaded from the excitement. Trying to not pass out, I keep myself from rubbing the damp clothes against my skin, but only barely. I do a pee dance, mimicking a small girl who drank too much without bathroom breaks.
I hear girls chuckling behind me as, from what I can guess, teen girls are laughing at my predicament. My cheeks burn in shame, only making the feeling I'm getting that much more enjoyable. But with twelve more girls in front of me, I simply cannot wait! Leaving the line, I skid my shoes against the ground, stopping every so often to keep control over my bladder. Dancing on the spot, I continue on. Another spasm hits me, and I lean forward in pain as I try to hold it back, yet pee escape anyways, spattering on the tile floor. I regain control, but continue towards the other, lesser known restroom. I pause again to regain control, yet when I look up, the mere sight of the water fountain brings tears to my eyes.
Taking a few more steps, the sound of the fountain gnaws at my overworked bladder, and another dribble hits the ground.
Taking another step, I curtsy, bending forward and wriggling in place. This is it. I'm at my limit. I've always gotten close, but I never. Felt. So.
I try pressing my hands, clenching my muscles, bending forward more, anything that can help curb the desire to pee everywhere, yet my pee wins. Feeling the hot pee stream down my legs, an audible hissing sound is heard, soon followed by the splattering of pee hitting pee. My purple dress darkens and my dark grey leggings glisten as pee soaks every inch, quickly turning it a yellowish black.
My pee finally ceasing, I can feel the heat on my cheeks. I had just had an accident. In the mall. In front of everyone. And yet, despite my original interests, and maybe because of the embarrassing nature of it all, I am euphoric. Feeling the sense of shame wash over me seemed less like something I did wrong, and more something I didn't try soon enough. Stepping out of the puddle, I walk to the bus stop, feeling the wet clothes rub against my skin.
The bus came after eight minutes of feeling air cool the pee soaked leggings, and I soon board the bus, sitting as far back as possible. I think about placing my purse on my lap, but with how wet my leggings are, it would do no good.
Twenty minutes in, I can feel my bladder start to empty itself some more, and despite my unwillingness to pee again, my overexerted bladder didn't even put up a fight. The pee re-soaks my leggings, causing it to once again glisten, and the pee to once again splatter on the floor, this time the bus floor.
A little girl with ponytails in front of me turns around, tugging on her mother's shirt. "Mommy, tell that woman to stop peeing, it's making me need to pee mooooooooorrrrrrreeeee!"
The mother quickly hushes and subsequently scolds her daughter before I finally get off at my stop. Stepping in my house, I take off my clothes before turning on the shower, the sound of water making me dance in place. I never thought I would enjoy wetting myself, but today seems to have shown that I most assuredly do. |
Now, I know what you may be thinking: "Why the hell is Koneko writing another story when he's already got two he's been ignoring for months?". My answer to that is this: I've no idea and I'm sorry! ; _ ; (Truth be told, work searching was hell and my work hours aren't much better.)
Anyway, here's the promised Halloween Story which I hinted at in my Status message. I would've wrote something along the lines of my 'Spider! Spider!' story but I believe I've picked on Cleo enough. This story will be more light-hearted and include my OC's from 'Meeting of Fate', which I'm sure you've seen floating around on the Fiction forums. Anyway, like all of my works, loli is imminent. If you don't like that sort of thing then I suggest you don't read on. I'd rather lose a few readers than be moaned at and potentially flamed by people who may not like that sort of thing. Aside from that, I'll move on to the story. It won't be very long but I hope you'll like it. :)
Sweet Relief: Sera Sisters
"Come on, Lilly, we're wasting precious sweet time!" Haley shouted up the grand spiral stairs of the Sera Manor. "If you're not done in five minutes, I'll be going by myself!"
"You know we can't do that, Haley. We shouldn't be out by ourselves late at night." Holly, Haley's twin sister, quietly reminded the boisterous girl. "She'll be done soon enough."
"Yeah, well I'm not waiting for her when I could be filling up my bag with sweets!"
"You really should learn to not eat so many sweets. You'll give yourself cavities." A calm girl's voice could be heard from the top of the stairs. Haley turned in the direction of the voice and saw who she'd been waiting for.
"Took your time." Haley pouted. "How hard can it be to put on a costume?"
The twins were mildly surprised by Lilly's choice of attire.
"Are you sure that's not a little...too much?" Holly asked Lilly.
"You sure lack creativity." Haley complained. "Next time, think up your own outfit."
"I think it's perfectly fitting for the season." Lilly calmly replied.
"It's not hard to put one on, but..." Lilly responded calmly. "Rushing it can make the actual effect look tacky. Like your leotard being back to front."
Upon that remark, Haley quickly ran over to the Entrance Hall's mirror to correct her costume.
Haley's costume was a black cat costume consisting of a black leotard, black tights and black plimsolls. The only contrasting things about her outfit were her white-blonde hair, seemingly gelled into a pair of cat ears on top, her blue eyes and her tiger tail. Not even caring that other people were around, Haley began to take her leotard off and put it the right way round.
"Still not quite right." Holly commented as she stood behind Haley. Holly's costume was an exact replica of Haley's except she was dressed as a white cat. Her ears and tail were clearly imitations but Haley's appeared to be the real deal. "Can you change your hair, eye and tail colours to match?"
"Sister, you're clearly underestimating what I'm capable of." Haley confidently replied.
Within and instant, Haley's hair colour changed from white to black, her eye colour changed from blue to an emerald green and her tiger tail was soon replaced with a panther tail.
"Look no different to me." Holly sighed.
"That's because it doesn't work on you, remember? You have the memory of a goldfish!" Haley retorted.
"Are you sure you'll be able to keep that up until we're done? You know how strenuous keeping up multiple illusions is." Lilly asked as she went over to the arguing twins.
Lilly's costume was the most abnormal of them all. She was wearing what appeared to be a magical girl outfit but it looked much more sinister. The outfit's main body was a red and black sailor-uniform lookalike with a set of six yellow buttons down the middle and a black bow on the collar. The dress itself was short and only covered what it needed to. She had a blood red cape attached to the back of the dress. The inside of the cape appeared to have numerous red eye motifs covering it entirely. On her head she was wearing a mock red witch hat with a large eye, similar to the ones on her cape, in the middle of a large red bow tied around the cone of the hat near the base. On the underside of the hat, more red eyes could be seen. She had red socks and black shoes on her feet and blood red gloves on her hands. Her red eyes complimented her outfit really well.
After one final check to see if all their costumes were as they wanted them to be, Lilly reminded the twins one last time.
"Make sure you go before we leave as we're not coming back until late. We'll be making no stops while we're out so now's your last chance." Lilly told the twins.
"I've already been." Haley quickly replied.
"Give me a minute." Holly requested as she headed back up the stairs.
Lilly was pleased with Holly's answer but Haley's quick response seemed suspicious. Now, if they were still in single digits for their age, then Lilly would let them off if they hadn't quite been taking the right precautions, but, now, as the twins were ten years old, they should know better. Three years prior, when Lilly herself was ten years old, her Mother would have punished her quite seriously if she'd neglected her own needs. So, she always takes all precautions before any outing.
After a little while, Holly came back down the stairs and the group set off out for Trick or Treating. They were allowed to stay out until 8pm, which was three hours away, so they could accumulate quite a nice hoard in that time. Lilly was positive that, in the two hours preparation time they had before trick or treating, she hadn't seen Haley leave her room once. They'd all been in the twins' room watching Halloween Specials so she knew that Haley hadn't moved from in front of the TV at all, even after chugging down five cans of Cola. Lilly's suspicious were soon confirmed when she saw Haley getting increasingly restless when they stopped by houses to claim their prizes. They'd only been out for an hour and a half and Haley was already squirming around on the spot when they stood still.
"So much for going before I reminded you." Lilly sighed to Haley as they moved on down the street.
"I did!" Haley protested.
"Yeah, right. You know what I said would happen should you not make it in time, right?"
"I do and I will! My sweets are mine and mine alone!"
The punishment for any childish accidents was that the person who had one wouldn't get any sweets and would have to forsake their collection to the others. Haley was having none of that as this was the time she most looked forward to every year. The only day when she could go out and collect free sweets and eat them all in one night without anyone complaining. Despite needing to go for nearly two hours now, Haley was determined that she'd make it through the night and eat her sweets.
Three houses and roughly ten minutes later, Haley's predicament was getting increasingly obvious. She was walking with her legs closer together and taking shorter steps than she was before. Lilly almost felt sorry for her but soon reminded herself that it was her own fault she was like this.
"Blinded by sweets." Holly scolded Haley with a shake of her head. "Sugar's not the only thing in the world, you know.""Can it or your sweets are mine!" Haley shot back as she quickly reached forward towards Holly's sweet bag. She soon regretted it when she felt a trickle of warm wetness escape her lower regions. Her free hand, which was reaching towards Holly's sweet stash, quickly bolted down to between her legs to staunch the flow. Her legs locked together and she stood motionless for a good fifteen seconds before she was positive that no more would escape. After her near miss, Haley was a little more slower and telegraphed with her moves.
Haley's need just got worse after that. Every time she stopped in front of a house to claim some more sweets, her legs were crossed and she was also a little bent forward. Even if it wasn't for her embarrassed blushing, she knew that most patrons probably knew what kind of predicament she was in. This made her blushing twice as worse. Most of the time, she couldn't look the patrons in the eye for fear of her situation being made a mockery of. She was beginning to regret her lack of care as she had a sinking feeling that she wouldn't be able to make it through the last hour of their looting with a dry leotard.
Lilly was almost about to call the whole thing off an hour early as he couldn't help but feel bad about her punishment now. Haley was clearly suffering to try and keep her stash from being lost but she still continued to press on and keep it all in check.
"You know, I think we've got enough sweets for one night." Lilly suggested. They did have at least three quarters of a bag full of sweets. "Do you want to head back?""I've no objec-" Holly tried to say before she was cut off by Haley shouting her objection.
"There's still one quarter of a bag and ten houses left!" Haley objected. "We're staying out!"
Despite her objection, Haley was still feeling, deep down, that it was about time to call it. even now she was bobbing around on the spot trying to keep her dams from bursting. Each step she took made her feel like she was about to lose it all and the pressure of her bladder was really starting to hurt. Her objection was met with a large spurt from her aching bladder. Warm wetness spread about the crotch of her leotard and a gentle cascade of droplets were starting to fall to the cold stone street. Haley was doubled over and her knuckle, which was pressing against the leaking dam, was turning white from the strain of the pressure she was applying to keep her floodgates from gushing open.
"We're going home and that's final. You're clearly going to burst if we stay out any longer." Lilly countered firmly.
"...fine." Haley quietly replied as she clenched her muscles tight to stop the flood.
After half a minute of waiting to make sure that Haley was back in control of her bladder, the group began to head home. They had to stop every few minutes as Haley regained control over her aching bladder but they soon returned home at half seven. Their outing was cut half an hour short but it didn't bother Lilly or Holly. They just hoped that this would be a lesson for Haley.
As soon as they got home, Haley thrust her sweet bag onto Holly and quickly bolted up the stairs towards the toilet. A tiny drip trail was left in her wake.
"She'll learn her lesson." Lilly confirmed to Holly with a nod of her head.
Roughly a minute and a half later, Haley returned back down the stairs with a relieved smile on her face.
"Better?" Lilly asked Haley.
"Much. Even more so when I start on my stash." Haley happily replied.
"Next time, I won't be so merciful. Your sweets are safe for now, but, if you do it again then..."
The End
There you have it, my promised story. I tried something a little different this time. I went for desperation instead of a wetting. If there's anything which you feel was a little lacking, don't hesitate to point it out in some constructive criticism. Outright insults and abuse will be swiftly dealt with. I have a feeling that someone may question why a certain character wasn't included and my response to that will be the same as always: I don't use other people's characters without their permission.
Koneko Out! Happy Halloween to all who celebrate it!
Edited October 31, 2014 by KonekoChan
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Before you yell at me for not updating either my interactive story "Hivemind" or my To Aru fanfiction "A Certain Scientific Omorashi Story", I've been busy with papers and conventions and girlfriends (okay, just the one girlfriend) and planning on going to a con two out of the three days is already daring enough considering I have two papers due on Tuesday and all in all this is not a good weekend for writing stories but I promised a certain tamer of mews (or maybe Mewtamer's his actual last name in which case I'm sorry for trying to be coy) requested a bunch of lolis desperate in costumes on Halloween, so you guys are getting a bunch of lolis desperate in costumes on Halloween.
Also, I totally rushed this and it's still late, and I didn't get a chance to proofread it, so I apologize if it's accidentally really shitty.
Mataro Yoshida was never a huge fan of Halloween.
Halloween had always been one of those holidays that he could never get into as much. It was a day of candy and costumes, but he never had a huge sweet tooth and he was an avid con-goer and cosplayer already, so it wasn’t like he was getting anything special out of dressing up and not going to a convention.
In short, Mataro Yoshida didn’t dislike Halloween, he just found it nothing special about it, therefore disregarded it completely.
Well, he tried to, most of the time.
He sighed as he followed a group of younger girls up the driveway of yet another house and watched as they happily rang the doorbell to await treats.
This year, due to circumstances beyond his control, he was taking the place of his mother (who had been called into work the night shift at the last minute) as the designated chaperone for his younger sister and her group of friends around the neighborhood for trick-or-treating.
After receiving their bounty from this house, the girls rushed past Mataro and headed off to the next house. Only one of the girls, his ten-year-old sister, had opted to stop and look up at him.
From a distance, the two didn’t look anything like siblings. Mataro had raven hair, which he wore short and somewhat ruffled, and dark brown eyes, whereas his younger sister, Aka, had shoulder-length brown hair and emerald green eyes.
The reason for this was that, in truth, they were only half-siblings. Mataro had grown up with his mother in Japan for five years before they moved to the States, after which his mother met and married his stepfather and had Aka.
As such, Mataro was a good seven years older than Aka, and looked very different from the young girl.
This was only expounded by her cat-girl costume— complete with brown cat ears, a brown tail with a white tip, and a small sailor-style school uniform— in comparison to his white-and-grey t-shirt and jeans.
“Brother! Stop walking so slowly! We want to get to as many houses as possible.”
Mataro sighed. He hadn’t even noticed he was walking slowly.
“Alright, alright!” He replied, quickening his pace so slowly.
“Finally! The slow old man stops dragging his feet!” one of Aka’s friends replied, crossing her arms.
Mataro sighed.
Marisa.
Out of all his sister’s friends, Marisa was by far the oldest (three years older than Aka) and coldest of the bunch.
With Blonde hair, cold blue eyes, and wearing a witch’s costume complete with a big black hat, a short gothic dress, and purple and black thigh-highs, she held an air of superiority about her that was most certainly undeserved.
“It’s bad enough that you had to be the one taking us trick-or-treating instead of Aka’s kind mother, but you’ve been slouching and slowing us down, you know!?”
She frowned and turned around, arms still crossed as she looked away.
When she had first arrived and discovered that he, and not their mother, would be taking them, Marisa had called him a “lolicon pervert who was trying to take advantage of the situation”. He responded by asking her where she had learned such words and replied that she could simply not come with them if she didn’t want to.
She had replied with a “hmph” and begrudging acceptance.
Mataro sighed as the group carried on in their nightly raid. He wanted nothing more than to go back home and play video games or watch anime. Actually, it was a Friday night, so he could’ve probably gotten together with some of his other friends if he hadn’t been stuck playing babysitter.
He had absolutely nothing to gain for doing this all night.
“I hafta pee…”
Mataro looked down and noticed one of the other brats holding herself openly as she looked around and up at him with a somewhat worried expression.
Her name was Sam, one of Mataro’s friend’s younger sisters, and with her older brother’s help and guidance, she had assembled the perfect cosplay of a tiny Hatsune Miku, complete with a blue twin-tailed wig and the whole grey-and-black outfit.
“I… I kind of… also… need to…”
The timid girl with a frilly pink dress and white bunny ears was named Lily, and she was the youngest and by far the shyest of his sister’s friends. When she had first seen Mataro, she had immediately hid behind Aka until the brown-haired girl had reassured her that his brother was of no harm to her, and her voice had consistently been the weakest when they all called “trick-or-treat”.
From the way she was wiggling around, Mataro guessed that she had probably been holding it in before now, and had just been too shy to mention anything up until this point.
All four girls had turned and looked to Mataro for his suggestion.
In truth, Mataro wasn’t sure what to do in this kind of situation.
They were a good three or four blocks away from his and his sister’s house, and he wasn’t sure if there was anywhere else for them to stop to let the girls use the bathroom. Even if they did hurry back home from here, it would be too late to catch up to where they were before, let alone continue on their planned route.
Mataro agreed internally. Yeah, it didn’t make sense to turn around at this point. That’s why he was about to make this decision.
The fact that he happened to have a bit of an omorashi fetish had nothing to do with it.
“Ah, it’ll be a long way home if we turn back now. We probably won’t have time to go back out again.”
The two girls who had just announced their need looked at each other and frowned.
“But, if you two need to go, then there’s no helping it. Let’s head back.”
“W-wait!” Sam called “We… we can hold it! It’s not that bad!”
Lilly’s eyes widened as she looked over at Sam, but then she nodded and forced a smile.
“Y-yeah… we can… hold it! Let’s continue!”
The four girls and Mataro made their way further down the current block they were working on with little difference, but as they started on the next block, Mataro noticed that not just the two girls who had announced their need, but everyone, was starting to get a bit restless; hopping in place while standing still and wriggling around slightly.
Lilly looked to be the worst. She could barely walk two steps without holding herself openly, and she was starting to visibly hobble.
Even though Mataro was hanging back a little to let the young girls talk amongst themselves, he could still pick up on their conversation.
Aka leaned over and tried to whisper, “Hey, Lilly, can you really make it?”
Lilly frowned, “I… I honestly don’t know… but… I don’t want us to go back because of me.”
Aka nodded and fell back to her brother.
Mataro had been able to hear their previous conversation, so he had a feeling he knew what Aka was going to say.
“B-brother… Lil-… I really need to go… can we just go back real quick and come back out? Please?”
Mataro sighed and shook his head.
“Sorry, Aka, but we can’t stay out past nine. By the time we go back and then come back out, it’ll be almost nine anyway.”
Aka frowned, then headed back to Lilly.
“Sorry, Lilly… We don’t have time to go back and come back out, but we have plenty of candy. I’m sure even if we go back now, we can still say we had a successful night!”
Lilly shook her head, “N..no… it’s fine… I’ll hold it…”
Aka frowned as she watched her friend struggle.
Half a block later, Lilly looked to be at her limit.
“A-aah…. I can’t hold it anymore! I have to pee!” she whined, wriggling around. Her rabbit ear headband was starting to shake loose as she wriggled around uncontrollably, and she was openly holding herself with both hands now, her bag of candy being carried by Aka.
It wasn’t a declaration of resignation. Lilly knew as well as everyone else that she wouldn’t make it back even if they turned around now.
“Ah! I’m peeing!” she cried as she quickly spread her legs and let go of her skirt. A few splashes hit the ground before a long stream of pee came flooding out from between her legs.
“A-ahhh!” she moaned, half in relief, half in embarrassment. She was peeing herself in the middle of the street in front of her friends.
“N-no… don’t look at me!” She begged, burying her face in her hands. Soon the stream trickled off and she was standing there in a large puddle of urine, parts having run off the edge of the asphalt and into the nearby grass.
Aka frowned, “It’s okay, Lilly! We all have to go! I’m sure you did your best holding it!”
Marisa scoffed, “Speak for yourself, Aka! I’m fine!”
Despite her words, she had been wriggling around noticeably while Lilly had wet herself.
Sam smiled, “You’re wearing a skirt, so it’s not noticeable! Come on, let’s hurry up so we can get back!”
Sam too, had struggled with the sound of Lilly’s peeing, and even now she had a hand pressed between her legs.
Sam nodded meekly and slowly trotted on. Even though she was no longer desperate, she was still bright red.
They continued on for a few blocks longer without incident, although steadily, Mataro noticed Sam’s outward signs of desperation getting more and more severe.
“Hey, that house has lights on!” Aka smiled, pointing to the house. All the girls had run up to the door eagerly and Sam removed her hand to ring the doorbell.
As she rang it, however, she gasped and recoiled her hand almost instantly.
The owners of the house poked their heads out and commented on how cute all the girl’s costumes looked before grabbing some candy and distributing it.
Sam stood stiff as they did, smiling and thanking them with a strained voice.
The second they closed the door, Sam jammed her hand between her legs and whimpered.
“I… I’m at my limit!” she moaned, glancing around worriedly.
She rushed around the corner so at least she was off of the house’s driveway and danced around desperately.
“Ah… it’s bad! I’m gonna wet myself!”
Aka frowned, “We only have two more blocks after this, can’t you hold it?”
Sam crossed her legs and doubled over briefly before shaking her head.
“It’s gonna come out!”
Sam gasped and rushed over some nearby bushes before squatting behind them and pulling down her panties.
Marisa looked on indignantly, “A big girl doesn’t go around peeing in bushes!”
Sam frowned, “I… I can’t hold it!”
Sam let loose and even though Mataro was standing a good ways back, he could hear the forceful pee stream patter against the ground and the roots of the bush she was crouched behind. She let out a heavy sigh of relief and smiled as she finished, then pulled up her panties and brushed her skirt down.
“Ahhh! So relieving~! Oh- sorry, Aka, you still have to go, don’t you?”
Aka nodded, wriggling around a bit, “It’s fine, I can hold it for two more blocks.”
Mataro escorted the girls down the second to last block, however, Mataro was beginning to wonder if his sister would actually be able to hold it.
Aka currently had both of her hands jammed between her legs and she was letting out moans of desperation here and there. She was hopping from foot to foot and she was walking considerably slower than she had been prior.
“Ah, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it!” she groaned, dancing around desperately
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She glanced from each of her friends to her brother, and then looked down.
Sam frowned, “Ah, there’s not even anywhere to go, like there was last time.”
Marisa grunted, “You peed on some random person’s bush! I hardly consider that ‘a place to go’!”
Aka trembled in desperation and looked around frantically. There had to be something she could do.
“A-ah!” her eyes lit up as she danced, wriggling around, “I have this!”
She held up her pumpkin bucket. It was one of those pumpkin-shaped plastic buckets with a jack-o-lantern face molded into it. It was plenty large enough to hold a bladder’s worth or urine.
The only problem is, right now, it was holding loads of candy, and Aka wasn’t about to pee all over her hard earned sweets.
“Ma-Marisa!” Aka looked up, hopefully, “You have to pee too, right? You’ve been trying to hold it, but I can tell you’re pretty desperate too. How about I let you use this bucket, and in exchange you can carry my candy in your bag. Obviously we’ll have to split it up, but-”
“There’s no way I’m going to pee in that out in the open!” Marisa replied, “Be-besides… I worked hard to pick out only the candy I like in this bag… I don’t want to share it… even if I… no no no! I can hold it! I don’t even have to go that bad!”
Her wriggling would say otherwise, but Marisa already had enough of a beef with Mataro that he figured it was best to not say that aloud.
“Aaahhh! I really can’t hold it anymore… I’m gonna-”
“I’ll do it!” Lilly announced, holding out her bag for Aka, “Put your candy in here! Quick!”
Aka smiled before quickly dumping her candy into Lilly’s bag and positioning her bucket between her legs. She pulled her panties out of the way with one hand and let a quick stream out to make sure she was aimed properly. Upon hearing the pattering of her pee against the plastic bucket, she relaxed her pent up flood and pee began quickly filling the bucket.
Marisa took the opportunity to distance herself from the group and wound up standing next to Mataro.
“Hmph… you really are a pervert, forcing us to hold it and pee in these situations!”
Mataro looked down at the girl five years younger than him accusing him of such things. It was almost laughable, especially since she had her own hand clenched into a fist just in front of her legs as well.
She was probably dying to hold herself.
“I didn’t know Aka’s older brother was suck a sick person, but here you are! It’s your fault that all of us got desperate, you know!”
Mataro frowned, “I don’t know what you mean. We wouldn’t have time to come back if we turned around, but I did say it would be best if we did.”
“Face it, if we had hurried from the very beginning, we could’ve easily made it there and back before nine! I wouldn’t be in this situation right now!”
“M-Marisa! What are you saying!”
Aka had since finished peeing and came up to her brother as well.
“Aka, you’re brother here’s a huge pervert! He did this on purpose, right?”
Aka frowned, “Why are you being so mean tonight? You’ve been nasty every time one of us peed.”
Lilly came up behind Aka, “Come to think of it, you got mad at Mataro for slowing us down earlier too…”
Sam placed her hand on her chin, “Could it be that you’ve had to pee even before I did?”
Marisa blushed, “Haha! Of… of course not! A big girl like me wouldn’t get herself into such a situation! The only reason why I even have to go a little bit right now is because we’ve been walking for so long, and this perv won’t let us go back! I’m not about to wet myself or anything! Really… I’m…”
In that moment, she doubled over and found herself closer to Mataro than she intended to be. She blushed and pulled away, but now she had both of her hands jammed between her legs.
“I… can hold it… let’s just… go on!”
Sam looked down at her bag.
“Hey, Marisa… we’ve got enough candy. We were almost done anyway, and it’s getting pretty late too… we can go back and you can use the bathroom.”
“Yeah,” Lilly nodded, “It’s fine if we go back now, we’ll only be giving up maybe a handful of candy if we’re lucky.”
Aka smiled, “I don’t mind going back, really!”
Marisa shook her head, “It’s… we can go on… I mean… I’m… I don’t…”
Her eyes widened and she gasped as she doubled over.
“I don’t think… I can make it back at this point! Let me use the bucket!”
Aka frowned and held the half-filled bucket out of Marisa’s reach, “Sorry, but you said you didn’t want to share! Besides, didn’t you say there was no way you were going to pee out here in the open?”
Marisa cringed at her own words, “Please… Aka… I can’t…”
Marisa looked around for anything. A bush, a vacant lot, anywhere she could pee, but just as Aka had discovered earlier, the area was barren.
“I’m sorry! Aka, I’m sorry for being rude! I’m sorry for calling your brother a pervert! I’m sorry for saying that big girls don’t pee outside sometimes! I’m sorry for not sharing my bag… I just… please… it’s going to…!”
Before she could finish, a large wet spot appeared where she had her black skirt pressed up between her legs. A few trickles of pee leaked down her legs and she stiffened up completely.
It didn’t help, however. In the next moment, a loud hissing sound came from between her legs and golden liquid poured out like a waterfall from between her clenched thighs.
Even as she peed, she began to sniffle and tear up.
“It’s not my fault… I didn’t go to the bathroom before I put on my costume and I didn’t feel like trying to pee after I put it on, so I’ve been holding it this whole time and I…”
As the stem trickled off, all of her friends wrapped around her in a hug.
“It’s okay, Marisa, we all had to go pretty bad.”
Marisa nodded and the four all agreed to go back home.
Yeah, maybe Mataro didn't find much interest in Halloween itself...
But perhaps he did find a bit of interest in this particular night. |
This is a fantasy based on the true story "Waiting in Line to Complain." It describes the happenings before and after the first story. Enjoy the read.
Waiting in Line to Complain 2
Maria worked in small gift shop. Today she had planned to go to an electronics store to complain about a problem with her phone during her lunch break. At her lunch break she had an urge to pee, but decided to go straight to the electronics store and get her complaint dealt with first. Else she might not have enough time to do it. She hadn't peed since this morning, but told herself she'd be ok.
The walk to the store went fine. Then she needed to wait in line. After waiting for 15 minutes she knew she wouldn't make it back to her own work in time. Her break was only 30 minutes. She had walked for 10 minutes and waited for 15 minutes, so she had only 5 minutes left. Her colleague was going to be annoyed if she was more than a little late, because she hadn't had her break yet. And also, she couldn't stand still because she had to pee.
What happens at this point in the story is described in the story "Waiting in Line to Complain."
After waiting for an additional 20 minutes and spending 10 minutes at the service desk she could finally walk out of the store. Now she had two needs: she strongly wanted to pee. In fact, her bladder was swollen and had started hurting. She knew that in just a few minutes she could be in trouble and have difficulties holding on.
Also, she was 25 minutes overdue on her break, and the walk back was 10 minutes. She decided to be a good girl and not stray away to look for a bathroom. Instead she'd walk straight back, unless she came by a bathroom on her way out of the shopping center.
Maria walked as quickly as she could. Four minutes into her walk her bladder hurt so much that she regretted not trying to find a bathroom before leaving the building. The cold outside had intensified her urge to release her pee. And the waistband of her jeans dug into her bladder with every step. She longed for a desperate pee before going back onto her shift.
5 minutes later Maria returned to her workplace. The moment she came in the door the other employee, named Tamsin, greeted her: "Maria! Finally, you're back, I'll go on my break now" and ran into the back room before Maria could ask her to wait.
Maria went to stand behind the checkout. When she stood still she immediately started losing control, so she had to shuffle around. Her bladder was so swollen and painful that it hurt. And her sphincter muscles felt so tired and unwilling to obey. She realized she was desperate and would soon be having an emergency. She needed to get to a bathroom right away.
She wanted to ask Tamsin to cover for her, but right then a male customer walked up to her with his goods. She was covertly doing a continous pee dance while ringing in his goods and accepting the payment. "Thank you, sir, and have a nice day!" she forced herself to say in an upbeat voice. Although she may have swallowed the last word. And her forced smile turned into lip biting the moment the customer turned around.
Maria peeked into the back room, but there was no one there. To get to a bathroom Maria would have to go through the back room, then through a hundred meters of corridors, so she needed someone to cover for her. Tamsin must have left - for the bathroom, or to buy lunch.
Another customer was waiting, and Maria hurried to help her. Despite her best attempts at pee dancing and clenching she felt urine seep out of her urethra and into her panties several times before the customer left. Her urethral muscles were disobeying her, and she knew she needed to find a place to relieve herself NOW.
There were two customers in the store, but they weren't at the checkout yet, so she pressed three fingers hard into her crotch and ran into the back room.
She felt more warmthness in her panties and knew she was having an accident - right there and then. She couldn't reach a bathroom with her pants dry, and looked frantically around for something to pee in.
Despite standing bent over with her thights clenched together and holding herself hard it was a losing battle. Her fingers were getting wet and she saw a tennis ball sized spot. She didn't understand how it was possible that her urine was seeping out of her with her ultimate effort to restrain the flow, but it was.
At this point she realized she only had two options: soak her jeans fully or draw them down and release her predicament onto the floor. An inner image of herself, standing in fully piss soaked jeans and serving customers, horrified her. She decided to, against her will, release her burstingly full bladder onto the back room floor.
Frantic, Maria unbuttoned her jeans. As she released the grip on her crotch the urine started to flow fully. Warm urine poured uncontrolledly into her pink panties and blue jeans for several seconds before she got them down and squatted.
Her pee waterfalled onto the floor. Every imprisoned drop wanted to be the first one out. She started to feel relieved, but her bladder was only half empty. She let out a sigh and let it all flow out of her and onto the wet floor.
"Anybody there?" a voice called. "The customers!" she remembered. She pulled up her jeans and saw that they had a large wet spot on them. She looked around her and saw a shirt with the store logo on it and quickly tied it around her waist. It hid the pee soaked area, but anyone who could put two and two together would understand there was something that she wanted to hide.
She couldn't let the customer wait any longer and went back on duty. She cringed as she heard a splash with every step she took on the back room floor. Luckily she passed over a rug on her way to the checkout. The customer stared at the shirt covering her crotch, but didn't say anything.
Then Tamsin came back and covered for Maria. Maria went into the back room and got changed into a pair of store uniform pants.
Edited November 1, 2014 by New Era
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MANON AND THE MAGIC WHISTLE. Part 2.
You'll find the first part of the story here: https://omorashi.org/topic/22203-manon-and-the-magic-whistle/
In the first part I tell something about a fantasy, that I've had since I was about thirteen years old, a fantasy, that now has inspired me to write this story. I also tell about how the little French girl comes to move to Sweden, and how she comes to like wetting herself at the age of thirteen. The first part gives a background, that might be useful to read before you read the following parts
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To begin with I must apologize for the delay to continue the story. For the last couple of months I've had a period of depression and haven't been able to write. But now I'm feeling well again and my fingers are itching to start writing.
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So the story continues:
At Manon's fifteenth birthday, her uncle Armand, her aunt Anouk's former husband, came to visit her in the afternoon. He presented her a beautiful amber necklace, which made Manon very happy. Then he handed her an oblong box, about four inches in length.
"This is something I found in a little shop in a village in Bolivia. It's pretty old, maybe five or six hundred years, and it seems to be some kind of a shaman object."
Manon opened the box, and in it she found an ornated piece of wood. It looked very old.
"It looks like a whistle, but it doesn't produce any sound, when you blow into it. It could also be an element of some bigger object. Anyway, I thought it could be something for your collection of curious objects." He smiled. He knew, that Manon loved to collect curious and old things.
Manon got really enchanted with her uncle's gifts. She hugged him and kissed his chins.
"Thankyou, thankyou! And next time you go to South America, you must take me with you! Promise!!!"
"We'll see when you've finished school. Maybe you could become my assistant!"
The beatifully ornated wooden piece became Manon's fetish, which she always brought along in her pocket. It really looked like some kind of a whistle but it refused to produce any other sound than a common hissing from the blowing. She tried to blow in both ends but the result was the same.
One day a couple of months after her birthday, she was waiting at the bus stop for her bus. She'd just missed one bus, and it would take twenty minutes for the next one to arrive. She took her fetish out of her pocket. She liked to touch it and feel it. It gave her a sense of power. And, in an odd way, it made her wish to be naughty. Today she felt that stronger than before. Apart from her there were two women of the age of about 25 waiting for a bus. Manon giggled to herself:
"Tee-hee! I wonder what they'll say, if I started to wet my panties right now! I really need to pee!"
The thought took her by surprise. Besides from the waiting women, there were people constantly passing the bus stop. The risk for beeing caught was obvious, and that would be too embarrassing! But... it was exciting to think about it... It made her so horny! She felt a tickling in her belly.
To distract herself from her horny thoughts, she put the fetish between her lips and blew in the one end of it. When doing so, she was facing the girl standing to the left, and suddenly that girl fidgety began to step around on the spot. She crossed her legs and whispered:
"Oh, my god! I'm going to pee myself!"
She pressed her hand against her crotch, but only for a second, then she quickly parted her legs and her pee gushed between her legs and splashed down to the ground! She tried to keep her skirt away, but there were already big wet stains in front of it. The other girl looked in shock at her.
Manon was excited. Never before had she witnessed a grown-up girl wet herself! (Well, other than herself of course!) Unconsciously she put a hand on her crotch and began to rub. She was very close to have an orgasm, when her bus in the next moment arrived. Reluctantly she entered the bus. The woman was still peeing, when the bus left the stop.
For the rest of the day Manon was in a constant state of arousal. She couldn't let go the image of the girl wetting herself, where anyone could see her. Again and again she went to the toilet because she'd got so horny, that she couldn't resist to masturbate. Anouk, who'd noticed her frequent toilet visits, got worried and asked:
"Dear Manon, have you got ill? That must have been at least the fifth time in two hours, that you visited the toilet!"
"No, that's nothing wrong with me." She tried to find a plausible explanation. "I'm experimenting with cosmetics for fun!"
Anouk looked at Manon's face, which showed no signs of being subject of any experimenting with cosmetics. Surely her chins were deep red, but from blushing, not from any cosmetics... It was obvious, that the girl didn't tell the truth, but, as she seemed to be alright, Anouk didn't go any further with her questioning. Girls of her age must be allowed to keep some secrets from their aunts, she thought.
Some days later Manon went with a classmate, Malin, to spend the afternoon at her home. It was a mild, sunny day, and when they crossed a park, they noticed that trees and bushes had begun to put out buds. Malin stopped.
"I've got some pebbles in my shoe, I have to empty it."
While she did so, Manon took out her fetish from her pocket. She put it to her lips, pretending it was a flute. Faced to Malin she blew a soundless trill. The effect was dramatic! Hopping on one leg with one of her shoes in her hand, she yelled:
"Oh, no...no! I'm peeing myself!"
Manon looked wide-eyed at her. Then she looked at the fetish. Was it possible...? Could it be the fetish, that made both the woman at the bus stop and Malin to wet themselves? Her eyes went to Malin again. The poor girl had stumbled and fallen down to the lawn beside the park way. She was sitting at the grass with parted legs, and her skirt had ridden up, revealing her light-purple panties, through which her pee was gushing! She was looking in shock at the puddle of pee, that was forming between her thighs.
Looking at Malin, Manon felt the familiar tickling in her belly. Malin peed like forever, and Manon got quickly hornier and hornier! She was trembling, and her knees got so weak, that she could hardly stand up. More than anything else she wanted to pull up her skirt and rub her little mimsy! But of course she couldn't do that! Not in a public park. And as it happened, to actually touch her mimsy wasn't required in order to get a release from her horniness. Because in the next moment, she got a spontaneous orgasm, making her give away a scream! She lurched and fell down. Sitting on the grass faced to Malin she panted heavily. Malin looked at her, but she was too obsessed by her own awkward predicament to notice Manon's orgasm.
After a while they stood up. They looked at each other, embarrassed and not knowing what to say. Eventually Malin said:
"I feel so ashamed! Manon, I really don't know how it happened! Suddenly I felt this strong urge to pee myself. It was like I couldn't stop myself. I've never felt anything like it before."
"Oh, don't feel ashamed! It could happen to anyone!"
"But..." Malin hesitated, "but it was so weird. I was totally embarrassed but for a moment it kind of felt - you know - good. I can't explain it. I mean, it can't possibly be that I liked it. That would be really weird!"
Manon wanted to tell Malin about her orgasm but didn't dare to. Maybe an other time, she thought.
The two girls continued their walk to Malin's. Both in very wet panties. Malin's from her pee and Manon's from her pussy juices!
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To be continued. |
NOTE-This was copied off Pages, so some things that should be italicized may not be italicized.
NOTE 2-Depending on if people hate this or not, I might continue.
NOTE 3-This fanfic (and others I might write) are...weird. The differences:
-No humans
-No pokemon
-The pokemorphs pretty much take over as the dominant species
-No training, pokeballs, or pretty much any similarities to the show at all. No pokemon trainers either.
Similarities to the show/pokemon:
-There are still battles
-Battles include the actual moves and damage of the pokemon the pokemorphs are based off of
Sky sat at a wooden picnic table, nibbling at her spaghetti. Sky is a 17-year-old Pichu pokemorph in Ms. Rosalyn’s High School for Girls. She has a decent figure-C cup breasts, a slim waist, and long, thin legs. While she is not conceited in the least, Sky tends to brush all of her yellow fur every morning. She doesn’t skip the black ruff around her neck or the black, triangular patches on her rhombus-like ears either. Same with her tail. Sky wears a grey pleated skirt that goes halfway to her knees and a navy blue, button-up shirt (the school uniform). Her eyes look like little pools of water reflecting a cloudless sky.Sky POV I sucked a spaghetti noodle from my fork, wondering why everyone hated me. The popular Shaymins found any way to make fun of me that they could, and everyone laughed when they pointed out embarrassing things about me. I just didn’t understand. I was kind of cute, and kind. I had never said anything mean or rude to anyone. I couldn’t believe I didn’t have one friend in this school of four hundred or so girls. The sun beat down. I could smell the blacktop, the temperature was so high. Sweat ran down my arms, legs, torso, and face. I probably looked like I had just stepped out of the shower-and hadn’t bothered to remove my clothes while taking it. I unscrewed the metal top from my water canteen. The water inside made a metallic sloshing sound, if it could be called that. It sounded like a xylophone, maybe. Either way, I didn’t really care. I consumed the entire bottle before realizing the water was lukewarm. “Ick...” I mumbled. I walked over to the water fountain to refill my canteen. I wished a breeze would slash through the thick, humid air. As I walked back to my table, my wish came true. (Not really.) A sudden gust of wind made my skirt fly up, revealing my lilac cotton panties to everyone. Amy, Celia, and Emma (the popular Shaymins mentioned earlier) just had to be looking. Celia started singing “I see Paris, I see France...” Everyone else quickly joined in. “I see Sky’s underpants!” My already pink cheeks burned, and I ran back to my table. Tears began to leak out of my eyes as the girls giggled behind me. I sniffled, then sipped from my canteen of water. At least the water’s cold... I thought, trying to be optimistic. Before I knew it, the bell rang and the girls pushed to get inside. I refilled my canteen, then trailed after the crowd. Who wants to be trampled, anyway? My next class was Language Arts. I watched attentively and took notes as my teacher lectured about two excerpts from different books,which was more grammatically correct, and why. I made it through this period easily, only feeling the slightest twinges in my bladder. The class after that was science. Again, my teacher lectured. This time, it was about the anatomy of cells and how they interact instead of grammatical stuff. I squirmed in my seat, urine sloshing in my bladder. “Let me out!” my urine seemed to squeak. By the end of that class, I was bouncing rapidly up and down. I wanted to use the bathroom, but I was only getting a B average in math, my next class. I rushed through the marble-floored halls to get there. 45 minutes into math class, I couldn’t pay attention to the teacher anymore. I kept bouncing until I realized it was not helping my aching bladder at all, so I sat rigid in my seat. My legs were tightly crossed as I tried in vain to concentrate on my math. After a while, I looked up at the clock, face strained. 15 minutes left... I shoved one paw under my skirt, holding my crotch desperately. Why me? I wondered, biting my lip to keep from whimpering. 5 minutes... I gathered my books with my free paw. “...and that concludes today’s math class. Goodbye, everyone, and don’t forget your projects are due Monday,” the teacher said. The bell rang. I hobbled out of the classroom. My right hand tightly squeezed my crotch through my panties, while my right hand carried my books. I hobbled to my locker, fumbling with the combination lock. I whined under my breath, tears coming to my eyes. I walked to the exit as quickly as possible. I yanked hard on the handle. Oh gosh oh gosh why won’t it open? I panicked. My bladder muscles relaxed, a spurt of urine dampening my previously fluffy and dry panties. No...no no no...this can’t be happening! I jiggled the handle again, knowing it was useless. Can it? The warning bell rang. That meant five minutes until they unlocked the doors. I stood there, and pressed both hands against my crotch in a desperate attempt to keep my pee in. I accidentally bent over. Laughs echoed through the halls, and I remembered that everyone exited through this door. The haunting, cruel chorus started up again. “I see Paris, I see France...” Face flushed, I stood straight again-but not before Celia noticed something. The Shaymin walked towards me and lifted my skirt with a quizzical look on her face. She felt the crotch of my panties. Her hand ran over my clitoris, making me jump. “This is...damp?” Celia said. She sniffed, then leaped back with revulsion. “You’re...you’re peeing!” she yelped. An amused look spread across her face. Th-they’re going to call me something like “Queen Pissypants” for the rest of my life! A lump rose in my throat, to big to swallow. I bit my lip, trying to stem the sob. That was impossible. I wailed, burying my face in my damp hands. In doing so, I lost control. The urine in my bladder had been just waiting for me to give up, and attacked my pee hole. A stream of urine ran down my leg, branching off into smaller streams as it continued through my fur. Pee dripped out of my panties, making a splashing noise as it met the ground. The girls started laughing hysterically. I will remember the laughter forever. Shrieks, chortles, giggles, snickers, and chuckles bounced off the walls. The girl’s eyes closed tightly, tears of laughter leaking out. Mouths formed wide, open-mouthed smiles. Some girls pounded the floor or crumpled to their knees. “Why?” I whispered through a sob. Urine started to flow freely, pooling on the ground. My poor Mary Janes were soaked. My skirt was mostly dry, thank goodness. My panties were another story, though. The dripping article of clothing clung to my crotch and buttocks. Ironically, the end-of-day bell rang the very second all my urine had finished dribbling out. The girls shoved past me to get to the door, still laughing and whispering names like “Sky the Pisser” and “Pissypants Sky” and even “SkyPiss”. I was knocked down as the girls ran past. Still sobbing, I ran home. Cold urine still fell off my legs and panties. Why me? Why not Celia? Or Amy? Or somebody, I hate all of them! |
Welcome to my thread. I decided to try something different for myself and write shorter almost vignette length pieces in first person it was a bit weird at first but I think they started turning out well. These stories will be following our characters in a D&D campaign, a mysterious group known as the Dawnbringers put together by livinginfinite's Jehanne which you can see in his latest art thread. There will be many more to come mostly focussing on my character so stay tuned o.o
First a backstory of my character Sephoira, the duelist.
An Adventurer’s Reasons
Sephoira Brigwell
So, here I am. I find myself partied with a bard, and two other fighters. Who, for lack of a better phrase seem to piss or even soil themselves at the first sign of trouble. It would be my luck to get stuck with babysitting these toddlers but I suppose it is better than nobody. The parties at the recruitment outpost were slim and she made me an incredibly lucrative offer. I know it happens from time to time. A small dribble in the heat of battle at the glint of a sword or the sudden woosh of passing arrow. Even I… on occasion but still… my occasional loss of water is nothing compared to their full-fledged evacuations. If diapers weren’t so expensive I would just tell them to trade in their underwear for something a bit more absorbent.
I grew up the daughter of a farmer who always wanted a son. Needless to say my days were spent outdoors exploring; wielding my trusty stick as Excalibur fighting off the tree monsters by the creek. As I matured from a young girl to my teen aged years I found my true calling. At 15 I found myself by chance in the back of the shed rummaging through supplies looking for some scrap metal to repair one of the damaged yolks when I saw it. It was glorious, a corroded, poorly made steel longsword. Shirking off my other duties I immediately picked it up and must have spent half an hour just staring at the damn thing. Most likely it belonged to my father at some point who put it in the shed and forgot he even owned such a weapon.
From that day forward no tree remained unmarred by my deadly clutch. I was an artist, the sword my brush to paint with the blood of my foes. I shed the identity of helpless girl and took on that of a deadly swordmistress or so I thought. Despite all my enthusiasm I was raw and untrained. I approached my father about swordplay lessons with the local fighters guild but he was outraged. Even though he’d always wanted a son, to my confusion I found he had finally accepted me as his little girl. Too little too late as I had a lust for the sword, the primordial violence soothed my soul. I began sneaking out spying on the local guild lessons scrawling down what notes I could before running home to practice. Soon though, the suitors started showing up. It was approaching my 18th birthday and it must have been the 18th suitor entranced by my wild red hair promising me the world. After I turned him away I snuck out but this time I was not heading to watch lessons. No, I had saved my meager allowance for what seemed like an eternity. I had finally saved enough to purchase a sword of my own. Walking into the swordsmiths at 17 was quite an intimidating experience; fortunately I managed to get through it without leaving a puddle on the floor. Strolling in pretending to be confident I went straight for the sword rack on one wall. Lust filled eyes of sketchy patrons watched me as a hush fell over the shop. Picking off a simple steel long sword of the rack was like an epiphany. My developed muscles felt alive as I held the perfectly balanced sword. I did all I could to not burst out giggling in elation in front of the husky sellswords and brigands. As I brought the blade up to the shopkeeper I will never forget his words. “what does a pretty young lass like yourself need this for?” to which I responded icily why does anyone need a sword as I tossed my pouch of coins on the counter. He just nodded and rolled the sword in some scraps of burlap before giving me back my purchase.
Thus began the most exhilarating day of my life from the highest high of purchasing my own sword. Followed by the lowest low of meeting my father who had discovered my absence and waited for my return. The shouting match that ensued could be heard three farms down and in a rash moment of anger I drew my sword leveling it at the man who raised me. He took a step back shocked by my act as he just raised his arm pointing away from the farm and told me to go saying he had no daughter. I ran that night. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me until I collapsed with exhaustion sobbing to myself until I fell asleep in the grass where I stopped.
When I awoke that morning; eyes still puffy from crying most of the night, I knew my life had entered a new chapter. It was just my blade and I; if I wanted something I would have to seize it for myself. Having had enough feeling sorry for myself I pushed myself up and began my trek back to the city. I had one hope and counted on being accepted into the Fighters guild. I arrived hours later at the city a mess, hair matted from sweat, clothes torn and stained from my impromptu stay in the woods. Clutching my scabardless sword I pleaded with the guilds officer at the front desk. When he turned me down for the third time I just lost it and ran past him into the guild hall. Exiting out into the training grounds behind the hall I froze seeing an older woman instructing a group of young adults my age. She just turned and stared at me before grinning. Perhaps she recognized me from my spying on her instruction or perhaps she was overcome with compassion for the strange girl emerging from the wilderness. I’ll never know but she gave me a chance. As the officer from the front desk caught up with me seizing my arm she signaled him to stand down and beckoned me out to the middle of the training grounds. She picked upon one of her random students and before I knew it we were sparring.
To say I was nervous would not even begin to scratch the surface of the ball of emotions swirling within me. Chagrin as I am to admit it the most poignant memory of that fight, my first ever sword fight was that I was so anxious I couldn’t stop myself from dribbling into my panties. By the end of the match I knew I was utterly soaked and the clammy mass of underclothes between my legs was extremely uncomfortable. Fortunately my thick hide pants saved me from real humiliation that day but my cheeks still burned turning a color close to my hair. To my surprise at the end of the round we were evenly matched. A girl, self-learned stood on equal ground with a trained sword. I was accepted into the guild. I vaguely recall that night mainly the fact that the mood was so jubilant I drank more than my fill of wine at dinner. Needless to say I paid for it in the morning when I awoke to a sodden wet splotch soaking the mattress and my bed clothes.
Thus began my tutelage under the woman I will always revere, the Matron. With no money to offer for fees I worked around the hall to pay for my board and meals. I quickly rose through the ranks of the recruits and trainees. Soon I was considered top of the class and rumors passed in hushed whispers that I was some sort of prodigy. In truth I just wanted it more, I craved it and I worked harder than anyone else at the guild. It might have been my stubbornness but while everyone used weapons more akin to the dueling style we were learning: rapiers, duelist cutlasses. I insisted on using my longsword. My mix of sheer strength from working the plow beasts for years along with my natural finesse made for a deadly combo. By my 21st birthday I could easily outmatch anyone at the guild in a duel except for the Matron who would always decline my challenge with a smile. Whether I could best her in a match I’ll never know but I suspect she always held back in teaching me techniques, maybe one day fearing she’d have to use them against me.
I took to the streets after that going from pub to pub challenging the drunken slobs to clash steel with me. Not to say I wasn’t often intoxicated but when one yearns for acceptance from a family long abandon intoxication is often a preferable state of mind. One by one they all fell to my longsword and I was making a name for myself. While I never formally resigned from the guild I showed up less and less until I just stopped all together. With enough coin to my name I was finally on my own. The Ankaran capital has quite a few many pubs and quite a few more drunken men quick to underestimate a woman with a sword. I was making good coin dueling for money and started selling my services as a hired sword. Some jobs were of a questionable nature while some were from purer motives I didn’t particularly care. As long as they could come up with the coin I wanted for the job my sword was theirs.
Naturally I kept dueling in my spare time and despite the lack of a challenge it never grew dull to me. The thrill of victory always quenched my thirst for glory. I was living my dream until the fateful duel that would ruin my reputation in the capital. Some Lord Regent’s son issued me a challenge to which I greedily accepted seeing nothing but the large sum of gold I was going to win. All my experience with nobility had been fat men with soft skin terrified by actual combat. They’d rather paying someone to fight in their name then get off their backside. I was caught off guard by the man. He was maybe a year younger than me. I could describe him in one word, rugged. No noble I had ever encountered looked as he did. Muscled arms, long kept but rough hair and scraggly facial hair he was more outdoorsman than noble.
Wordlessly the duel began; I drew my long sword while he drew what looked to be some sort of elvish blade. I had never known a foe like him his speed was blinding. I would strike, he would parry and riposte. I would out maneuver and he would turn the tables pressing the attack catching me off guard. I tried every trick I knew short of foul play in an effort to turn the losing tide. Fear was welling in my stomach, an unknown feeling since the night I ran away and I could feel my muscles quivering in fear. His blade was everywhere and after I had blocked a particularly powerful blow I felt the long forgotten trickle as a squirt of urine dampened my panties. My eyes wide he could see my surprise and held nothing back I was beaten and he knew it but regrettably still I did not submit. My pride would never allow it and somewhere deep down I hoped against all odds I could turn the tables. He pressed his attack and I did what I could to defend but moments later after a quick counterstroke he sent my longsword flying out of my reach and I was defenseless. The large crowd that had emerged went silent seeing their champion on the verge of defeat. I was slightly hunched over panting with exertion as he pressed the tip of his blade against my throat. My bladder was wobbling like crazy and trembling I held my hands up in defeat. He sneered as he lifted my chin staring at me with his piercing blue eyes. I remember him like the light of day asking “Do you concede then?” as he pricked my neck with his sword. I let out a terrified mewl trying to find my voice and just began urinating. I tried in vain to stop but the hot liquid soaked through my fighting clothes running down my legs puddling on the cobblestone street. The hide pants that had shown off my fighting form only sharpened my shame now. They wore a large discolored stain from the wetness of my own piss. The crowd erupted in a mix of laughter at my expense and cheering at their new champion. As he began speaking with the crowd I quickly grabbed my sword and shoved my way through the crowd running again as fast as I could go.
I fled the city that night never looking back at the capital hoping to get far enough away from the titters about the red haired duelist of wets her pants like an incontinent babe. I met my previous party traveling through a remote outpost in the north. They saw I had a sword and asked if I wanted to make some coin. While my reserves weren’t exactly dwindling I was starting to run low and I agreed. I was the fifth member of the group and they quickly filled me in on the details they had been tracking a very valuable artifact and lost their last fighter to an encounter with a large band of orcs. Tragic as it was I was ready, at least I thought I was ready to fill the shoes of the fallen fighter.
One of them had a crudely drawn map that we followed until we eventually arrived at a nondescript cave. Nobody knew exactly what we would find in the cave but as we journeyed further underground by the silken wisps adorning the cavern walls it became clear it was spiders. My irrational fear of them started as a little girl stumbling into a spider pit in the woods. From that day if there was anything that terrified me it was spiders. I did my best to swallow my fear and press on with the company. Soon they began appearing and we fought. The mere sight of them chilled me to the bone sending spurts of urine into my underclothes. They must have been at least 4 feet long 100 pounds of chitin and sinew uhg… Fortunately they were slow and dim witted and my thirst for battle helped me suppress my fear. My movements were clunky and stiff nothing like my normally fluid fighting style. I tried as best I could but while fighting a large wave of the gigantic arachnids I succumbed to my fear. After skewering one beast I withdrew my sword from its carcass readying an overhead strike at an approaching spider. As I swung I didn’t see the mess of webbing above me which entangled my sword pulling it from my grasp leaving me defenseless and off balance. I stumbled forward before catching my footing and scrambling backward. A chance rock caught my heel and sent me falling on my backside. With the spider drawing quickly closer I tried scrambling back in some sort of awkward crab walk. Hitting the wall of the cavern I was stuck. There was nowhere left to go as the spider bared down upon me.
I let out a shriek of terror shutting my eyes tightly holding my hands up in some sort of feeble defense. I was sure the end was upon me, I was going to meet the same fate as their last fighter. My stomach churned and bubbled and suddenly there was an enormous weight in my bowels pressing against my anus. I only half realized what was happening in the moment I was petrified in fear. The soft mush completely filled my underclothes as my bowels decided to void themselves. The stench was immediate and being that I was already sitting the brown filth spread everywhere. I suppose it’s no surprise my bladder went lax as well leaving me sitting in a lukewarm puddle of my own piss to add insult to injury. I opened my eyes seeing the slumped over corpse of the spider a hole seared in it from our fire mage. With the wave of spiders defeated the other members congregated as I retrieved my sword. They were acutely aware of a foul smell and began commenting on the spider corpses. I felt faint as I stood there sheepishly commenting that I needed a change. The mage noticed it first, she saw the puddle then the glistening wetness on my pants and commented with revulsion. “It’s not the spiders… Sephoira voided her bowels…” the other members all backed away from me and the stench. I couldn't deny her accusation I had thoroughly filled my pants with my own waste. I stammered trying to think of something to say but in the end I just turned back towards the entrance of the cave quickly making my retreat.
I went straight back to the inn I had been staying at which is when I first met Jehanne. I was walking rather bow legged through the foyer towards the stairs anxious to enjoy a shower. It’s not an easy task to pretend you don’t smell anything walking by fellow adventurers who suddenly gag at the foul smell emanating from the lumpy seat of your pants. We briefly locked eyes as she spotted me from her position at the bar and I felt myself quickly looking away as the heat rose in my cheeks once again. I made it to the solace of my room and gingerly walked over to the mirror inspecting the damage as I undid my heavy boots. Looking over my shoulder I gingerly touched the distended bulge and groaned. I could feel the piss soaked material clinging to my legs. I could also feel the sticky sensation of my own shit having leaked past my underwear smearing against my thighs.
There was a sharp rap on the door as I quickly turned my head back in horror as I saw the knob begin to turn. She opened the door and stepped in. Mercifully she said nothing about my obvious lapse in continence. The colossal woman who I would learn later owed much of her build to her half orc heritage shut the door behind her and grimaced at the smell. She introduced herself telling me why she was here and knew a surprising amount about me. She wanted me for a group she was putting together called the Dawnbringers. It all sounded too good to be true. Here I was standing in front of a potential employer with shit oozing down my legs and she wanted me to join her little band of warriors. She tossed me a small coin-purse as a promise of payments to come should I accept and quickly excused herself. I think she had more to say but that was the longest she could handle my foul odor. I gratefully took reprieve and cleansed myself.
Needless to say I did not contact the group I had joined and left the north entirely. Following the instructions Jehanne left I hastily made my way to Dawnbringer Keep. Maybe it's best I'm grouped with these few for a while at least if there's another incident I won't look so bad... No! What am I saying!? That won't happen again... I think...
A second backstory! Bloopers wonderful character Clawdette whom which Sephoira usually butts heads with. What's the fun in an adventuring party if you don't despise some of your comrades!
An Adventurer’s Choice
Clawdette
Sheaholm, an unlikely town for a hero to emerge from. Yet despite the fairly serene surroundings I rose like a monolith of steel and iron to local prominence. As a young girl I enjoyed a relatively carefree life. I attended schooling, a luxury not all women enjoyed and would come home to our cottage to always find my father waiting for me. He is a dutiful man who now lived a life of leisure having served as a knight for the royal court. From a young age he imparted his wisdom unto me, his tales of valor and courage inspired me each night as I drifted off to sleep. I would fight my own dragons saving princes in distress leading the charge in my dreams.
I couldn’t have been much older than nine or ten when he first started teaching me to defend myself. I can still hear his voice. “Fighting is not something you should have to do… but when the time comes you will do what you must.” Those words have stuck with me since the day I heard them. That’s not to say I was a perfect angel. I was known to give quite a few boys a walloping but they all deserved it, I swear. Mainly the ones who picked on the girls or tried to bully the weaker boys, I gave them what they deserved. Whenever my father would hear about such a skirmish he would always just grin at me wistfully.
Each day after school we would practice. He would help me with my form, showing me various tricks and techniques he learned in his years as a knight. We practiced with various weapons short swords, quarterstaves, battle axes, rapiers. It was important to him that I see how each weapon functioned in combat should I ever face one. What I wanted more than anything was to wield his greatsword Vengeance. He had received it as a gift from the king himself after a harrowing battle where his valor shown true. He would always smile and tell me soon. As a young teenager I could barely even lift the blade let alone swing it.
As I grew up the suitors were few and far between. Fortunately father did not seem to mind as he respected my growing independence. I had developed quite the reputation around Sheaholm. Granted I was quite a sight, my flaming red hair streaking behind me as I chased down local hoodlums who were mostly boys I grew up with. Some even called me the lawbringer to which I modestly bowed and offered them polite thanks. I wasn’t doing it for the fame or respect but to help the people who couldn’t help themselves. As far as I was concerned Sheaholm was under my protection and anybody who messed around here was going to pay.
I had never really considered what I was going to do with my life as settling down and bearing children for some oaf was out of the question. My hobby of crime stopping felt like more of a responsibility than something I would profit from and thus I hadn’t considered going into the knighthood despite the urging of my aging father. At least I hadn’t until that fated night we were attacked. The beast was unlike anything the town had seen before. An Ettin this far west? It was nearly unheard of. The town guard while enthusiastic was woefully unprepared for the threat. Unskilled farmers who volunteered for the duty went out to meet the two headed giant. They were brushed aside as the beast swung it’s crude warclub clobbering the men who dared oppose it. Catching wind of the commotion I couldn’t help but run outside to see what was going on. I heard the panicked murmurs of an Ettin about. A clutch of men dressed for battle clumsily ran past our house down towards the front gates of the town and I knew they would need my help. I ran to the room where my father kept his knight equipment. As quickly as I could I pulled on his I’ll fitting plate mail and opened the case where it lay. Vengeance was mine, it was time.
I ran as best I could out the door as one could in a suit of armor 2 sizes too large. Making my way to the front gates of the town I arrived just as the creature ripped the large gates off their hinges hurling the wrought iron at the nearest structure. What I saw turned my stomach as I felt the bile start to rise. Bodies of the men who went to defend were sprawled everywhere some wounded some worse… The leather armor they had did little to protect them from the bludgeoning blows of the Ettins massive club. This was my first taste of combat and I was on the edge of throwing up. I had always heard such tales of heroism and glory. My father had sheltered me from the gritty reality and I was unprepared. My stomach was doing flip flops and I gagged once before dropping to my hands and knees expelling the contents of my stomach onto the dusty ground retching painfully. I tried to find my courage as the beast slowly approached the earth itself shaking with each of its lumbering steps. With each shake of the ground I could feel my underclothes dampen with my fear. It stopped maybe twenty feet from me and let out a bellowing roar. My frightened bladder trembled before I just started forcefully peeing into my underclothes. I was frozen on my hands and knees urinating in my armor helplessly. It wasn’t how I had pictured my first fight going. As I felt the warm wetness permeating my underclothes and leaking through the gaps in the plate I managed to pull myself together.
Grabbing Vengeance I scrambled to my feet and let out a mighty roar of my own as I charged at the ettin! With my steel gauntlets wrapped tightly around the hilt of the large sword I swung as I charged the beast. I could see the one head watching my movements and it raised its club to block my overhead strike. I put every bit of my blind fury into the strike. The senseless killing fueled my power and I brought the gleaming blade down in a devastating blow. It scythed straight through the weak swampwood of the club. My blade flew unhindered as it splintered through the club meeting the beasts shoulder. With a sickening wet ripping noise the edge split his skin sawing through sinew and muscle until a deafening crack signaled that I had cleaved through bone as well. Emerging through the bottom of the beasts arm covered in blood the ettin and I both looked on in shock at what I had done. The muscular arm hit the ground with a dull thud twitching and spurting blood everywhere. The head who had controlled that arm started screaming in agony. I was breathing heavy still high from the initial burst of adrenaline.
The other head however unaffected delivered a powerful haymaker hitting me straight in the abdomen. The sudden concussive force knocked me briefly unconscious as I was sprawled out backwards laying lifeless on the ground. Vengeance fortunately had fallen close to my side and I shortly regained consciousness thanks to a mix of adrenaline and the years of training from my father. When I blinked coming awake I noticed the ettin had momentarily lost interest in me considering me to be neutralized as the two heads screamed at each other. I also noticed a mush in the seat of my underclothes that felt like I was sitting in mud. I flushed realizing I had lost control of my bowels when the ettin had struck me. I blushed but there was no time to worry about my dirty condition now though. I clenched my fists gathering my composure before I slowly stood readying Vengeance. My movements alerted the giant and with another angry bellow he charged at me winding up another powerful punch. He let loose his fist still charging at me. I ducked narrowly avoiding the blow and from my crouched position thrust Vengeance up skewering the best straight through its chest as it collided with me. The best nearly stopped cold as I impaled it. Holding my ground the ettin nearly crushed me. I bore the brunt of the giant’s weight on my armored shoulder before shoving the lifeless beast over. It fell to the ground shaking the earth one last time. My great sword protruded from his chest like Excalibur buried in the stone.
I turned to look back at the city as people started to emerge from their homes. “Sheaholm, your city is once again safe!” I shouted triumphantly. People began to emerge more quickly cheering my name as the whole town came alive. As the adrenaline faded and I came back down to reality I was distinctly aware of the cooling wetness that was rubbing against my skin as well as the heaviness in the rear of my small clothes and wanted nothing more than to retreat and shower. The townsfolk however had no part of it. With chants of Clawdette the lawbringer they paraded me around town for what seemed like an eternity. Nobody said anything about my sudden loss of control but it wasn’t exactly obvious. You could not see anything through the plate however a certain foul smell hovered around wherever I went. I suspect they all knew but were so grateful no one said anything.
It wasn’t particularly surprising for a heroine to partially lose control during the heat of battle. Her face suddenly contorting in fear as the pungent smell of shit permeates the air evidence of her sudden bowel movement. I just never thought it would happen to be. But with the way everyone acted I couldn’t care less that I had soiled myself. To protect them, it was a small price to pay.
From that day forward I became in charge of the town’s guard. I was at last a knight and felt I had earned the title of lawbringer. I worked vigilantly to keep the town safe from a rising bandit population and the occasional monstrous threat. Soon tales of my own heroism were being told to children as bed time stories. My wild red hair spilling out onto my gleaming armor, complimented by Vengeance was truly a sight to behold. Soon nearby towns had even come to me for protection. As one woman I can only be so many places at once but I managed to raise a defensive network between the surrounding towns allowing us quick response to threats. Everything had settled into routine in my domain until one day Jehanne showed up.
She was a physical specimen of magnificence. Her half orc background gave her a sense of physical strength that even surpassed my own. The mysterious woman brought with her two letters. One a message from the king, and one from her, both addressed to me. She left as quickly as she showed up telling me she awaited my response. I retreated to my study to examine both letters. Opening the first I ran my fingers over the royal seal. It was just like the one stamped on my father’s documents. I couldn’t believe my eyes; the king wanted me to captain his royal guard. Tales of my deeds had reached the capital and were so enthralling the king himself wanted my presence among his knights. The second letter I opened was indeed addressed from Jehanne and she promised me the opportunity to help more than I could ever by staying in Sheaholm. The opportunity to join the elite fighting force she was putting together known as the Dawnbringers. I was for the first time in a long time flabbergasted. Two incredible opportunities presented to me on the same day. I retreated to my room for rest deciding I would make my decision in the morning.
That next morning I promoted my lieutenant to command while I was gone and said my goodbyes. Wasting no time I set off. Having mailed my apology and sincere gratitude to the king I rode on to Dawnbringer Keep to meet Jehanne and the rest of my soon to be companions.
Edited November 2, 2014 by Linkx
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whaaa thank you very much for the compliment, much appreciated. I've read some of your stuff and it's pretty well written as well x.x
Here's another, a short glimpse at another of Sephoira's unfortunate duels. I swear she wins most of the time >.> but the loses are much more fun to read.
A tainted duel
Sephoira
I should have known better but it had been many weeks since my last duel. My latest string of jobs since I had fled the capital in shame had been mostly boring guard duty and I was craving some action. Having trolled through the local pub I picked my first target. A young man who’s younger brother was boasting about his skill. If anything I wanted to shut that twerp up so I could enjoy my wine in peace. So I challenged him on the spot he put up a small wager and we had at it.
It was a dull fight, he had some talent but he was untrained and his moves were wild and uncontrolled. I bested him with ease much to his younger brother’s disappointment. Picking up his sword having disarmed him I tossed it to the ground at his feet. I held my hand open waiting for payment. All the while his brother just glared at me which made my smirk only widen.
I returned to the pub for the night and put my winnings towards some good wine and relaxed for the rest of the night. While my lust for action had been temporarily sated it would take more than one measly fight to satisfy me. Curiously the following evening I was issued another challenge. The younger brother who couldn’t have been any older than fourteen years of age stormed into the pub angrily. He challenged me without blinking an eye. I laughed in his face until I realized that the pup was serious. I shrugged and accepted his challenge ready to double my money. I finished my glass of wine pursing my lips at the slight musky taste. I was ready to teach the impudent boy a lesson. I turned to the barkeep first and chided him about the backyard wine he served. I told him when I returned I wanted something better than the last glass of swill I was given. He just shook his head as I followed the young boy out of the bar.
I reached for my sword but froze when my stomach gave a sudden painful gurgle. I blinked gingerly rubbing my stomach with my free hand as I freed my sword. Of all the times to have stomach issues it had be right now. The boy seemed to catch onto my plight but said nothing as the gurgling and groaning shifted its way into my guts. My eyes widened as I realized it must have been foul play. The barkeep must have been in on it probably angry that I refused to tip him the previous night. He ran at me holding his sword clumsily and I knew I had to end this quickly. When I went to parry his ungainly attack my muscles felt as if I was chained to iron weights. Despite my full exertion I could barely lift my sword to block his blow. The ringing of steel echoed in the streets and in my drugged state the strike almost brought me to my knees. The shock of the blow caused me to lose some of my water which I could feel rivulets trickling down my thighs. I tried to concentrate. I just had to last the five or so minutes that the poison would impede my strength but the negative reaction the poison was having on my constitution made it increasingly difficult to think straight. It must have been brambleweed I'd heard of the effects before but never quite had the displeasure of experiencing it first hand.
I was on the defensive from the start the only thing more inelegant than his strikes were my movements. I was in danger of losing to a child and the thought made me shudder. Each nick from the edge of his blade each slap from the broad side of his sword caused me to spill more and more water. Each spurt soaked through the thin material of my underwear dripping to the cobbled streets in small puddles or dribbled down my thighs. Slowly the faint acrid scent wafted to his nose and he saw the glistening wetness on my thighs and calves. “Did the little girl pee pee?” the child taunted as he continued to press me back and I could only helplessly defend. I turned scarlet unable to retort to his taunts to busy trying desperately to keep my sword hand steady. My bowels gave a heavy groan and I was on the verge of soiling myself. I couldn’t do anything but stand trembling hunched over slightly with my knees pressed together. The boy paused watching my sudden awkward stance and the pained look on my face. In a mix of desperation and fear my exhausted quivering sphincter couldn’t contain my waste any longer and a loud burst of flatulence heralded my ultimate defeat. My face contorted in disgust as I felt the hot muck slither into my undergarments with a sickly wet crackling noise. The boy of course was beside himself with immature snickering at my bowel movement. I could only whimper and grunt as I forced the mess out filling the seat of my panties weighing them down heavily. The watery slop could not be contained as it leaked out staining my thighs brown.
In my preoccupied state he ran up and shoved me backwards. I lost my balance and fell right on my poopy load. The warm mush squished everywhere covering my skin and squishing out soiling my clothes. I choked back sniffles and tried as I might I couldn’t stop myself from shedding tears as the triumphant boy danced around in glee at his victory. He gloated as I sat in my filth wiping my eyes. I threw the gold pieces at his feet and told him if he was still here once the poison had lost its potency I would run him through with my blade.
The snickering crowd that had gathered quickly dispersed quickly from the rank smell of my own shit. Finding the strength to stand I slowly made my way back to my room at the inn, once again finding myself in dire need of a shower.
Edited November 3, 2014 by Linkx
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Seasickness
Sephoira
We finally spoke with the elusive Jehanne and she clued us into what she had gathered us for. I think there’s more going on than she is letting on but the others seem trusting. A rogue necromancer needed stopping so that’s where we’re headed and just my luck we are traveling by ship. It is bigger than any sort of craft I’d ever been on before. To say it is extremely disconcerting for me is an understatement. I’ll take dry land over sea travel any day of the week. From my first step about I felt uneasy but did my best not to show it. I don’t think anybody suspected how nervous ship travel actually made me.
Well, nobody suspected until our second day of the trip. The first day had been rather eventful with the onset of pirates who had in their possession a list of our four names promising a hefty bounty for each of our heads. I had taken the note from Lyssa and kept it hidden within my person. The next time I spoke with Jehanne we were going to have a little discussion about how less than twenty-four hours after leaving the keep our full names had surfaced on a kill list. Anyway, I’m getting away from myself. I had drank a substantial amount of wine that night to keep my mind pacified and put the swaying of the ship out of my mind. It worked like a charm and no sooner had I laid out to bed I was out like a light.
I awoke in the morning feeling the onset of my hangover a pain in my head thrummed lightly as I was suddenly aware of my desperately full bladder. The sharp pain of how badly I needed to urinate took me by surprise but it was a welcome reprieve to the regrettably common occurrence of sodden sheets. I stumbled out of bed in just my night clothes wincing as the fullness of my bladder seemed to increase two fold as I stood up. Crossing my legs briefly to give me a brief respite from the urge I took a deep breath and walked quickly to the privy. Fortunately the ship was large enough so that in my private room we had facilities built in. The sight of the toilet coming into view nearly made me lose it. Slipping off my underwear I nearly slammed bottom onto the seat in glorious relief. That noisy hiss of someone who nearly waited too long filled the room as I gushed into the bowl. I relaxed my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. Staring down I sighed noticing the clearly damp gusset of my underwear.
Everyone, look at the great duelist who can’t even control her own water. I thought glumly as I tossed them aside. Once I was finally finished I stood up. My stomach seemed uneasy and the headache was making itself a bit more pronounced. Staring in the mirror briefly at my disheveled red hair I quickly turned and went back in my room slipping on my clothes. I needed some fresh air. I thought that might make me feel a bit better. Finishing a half full glass of wine I had left on my nightstand I hastily left my room shutting the door behind me. I did my best to be quiet as I didn’t wish any of my traveling companions discovering my queasy secret.
The cool salty air of the early morning helped a bit but the unnerving knot in my stomach was still present and that glass of wine I gulped down before I left my room didn’t seem to be helping. The night crew was sparse and I was mostly alone on deck as I leaned on the railing looking over the side. The swish of the hull hitting the waves was hypnotic nearly lulling me back to sleep where I stood. I was starting to feel better or so I thought before my stomach gave a painful lurch. Before I could think I wretched, feeling my stomach wanted to eject its contents. I vomited over the side I’m sure much to the amusement of the helmswoman. I gripped the railing tight as I had my eyes clenched. Catching my breath I trembled from the sheer force at which my muscles convulsed. I did feel slightly better having survived my first wave of throwing up. I wiped the disgusting mix of spittle and bile from the side of my mouth with the shirt of my sleeve before a second round of convulsions began. Bent over the railing spewing over the side I must have been a sight.
In my dreadful state I hadn’t noticed that Clawdette had joined me on deck and was watching me while she leaned against one of the masts. I wiped my mouth after the second round had finished with some excruciating dry heaves. My whole body shook as I felt relieved thinking I was finished. Of course though I couldn’t get off that easily my stomach still flip flopped nervously. My brow was soaked with a combination of the damp sea air and my cold sweat. I felt the sickness coming for a third and what I could only pray final wave. I leaned over the again expecting to taste the bile rising in the back of my throat.
I grunted sickly and the contents of my insides chose to rush in a different direction. With a noisy pfffffloorrrrrrbbbbbtttt that broke the relative silence on deck I completely voided the contents of my bowel into my clothing. I stood frozen acutely aware of the wet excrement that stuck to my skin. I immediately regretted putting on my snug fitting clothes without my underwear. I knew my clothes were ruined, no amount of scrubbing would get the stains out of this pair of pants. I whimpered feeling the runny filth seeping down my thighs with no panties to hold it in place.
From behind me Clawdette had a front row seat to my shame. She watched as my body convulsed and a sudden expulsion into my trousers distended the seat. As if the putrid bulge and foul smell wasn’t indicative enough what I had done the wetness seeped through the fabric of my pants leaving them obviously stained a murky brown.
My hand shot to the back of my pants as I groaned, my fingers probing the damage gingerly. I could feel the voluminous bulge that was quickly flattening out against my bottom. I couldn’t believe what I had just done and turned around hoping to return to my room quickly. Instead I stared wide eyed at my rival who just seemed to watch me silently. She let out a sigh and walked over placing her hand on my shoulder. She spoke softly and seemed sincere but I know she just wanted to rub it in my face later.
She walked me back to my room glaring at some of the other sailor's who strayed too close wrinkling their nose at the foul smell. She tried to give me some spiel about how accidents aren't too uncommon for women in this line of work which I tried to tune out. It was all a load and the moment I got to my room I hurried in and slammed the door behind me feeling my eyes water. Taking a few moments to compose myself and looking over my should at the full length mirror I quickly undressed and headed to the bath.
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Something a little different than what I usually write. It's been forever since I wrote anything involving desperation. Here's another tale of woe.
Cheaters never prosper
Sephoira, Clawdette, Lyssa
I have had it up to here with Clawdette… I know you can’t see me but I’m holding my hand about as high above my head as I can go. I was so tired with her acting stronger than everyone else it’s all a lie. Well I mean she might be slightly stronger than me but that’s beside the point. After she saw me humiliate myself in the early morning in my seasick state she pretended to be nice to me but I know she was just going to mock me behind my back. Tell the rest of the group what happened just to cement herself as the one in charge of our little group when Jehanne wasn’t around. She probably poisoned me… so I devised a bit of a plan, a spot of revenge would sooth my broken ego. Seeing her brought low soiling her precious armor like a child I smirked in delight at my devious plan.
We were expected to hit land around midnight which gave me all day to agitate Clawdette until I knew she couldn’t resist my challenge. So far she had declined my challenges to duel but this would be a test of endurance and I would show her who the incontinent babe was. Everything had been going smoothly I procured some powdered mudweed as they called it from some of the crew. The sailors called it a lifesaver given their diet while out at sea and planned to spike Clawdette’s drink at the opportune moment.
That second day we mostly lounged about on the top of the deck dozing off in the sun waiting to see if any other threats should appear on the horizon before landfall. Mara spent most of the day at the bow watching the waves break against the hull Clawdette Lyssa and I sat around playing cards. I practiced my sleight of hand stacking the deck repeatedly in my favor until I had won an overwhelming amount of games and Lyssa tossed her cards down in frustration clearly not enjoying herself anymore. “No need to be a sore loser.” I taunted with a smirk. Clawdette gave me a sharp look but it didn’t cross my mind she knew I had been cheating. I spent the rest of the afternoon doing my best to pester Clawdette. Granted, it did not take much as we naturally seemed to butt heads so when dinner rolled around she was quite agitated.
The four of us sat around an open cauldron that was heating our stew that was to be supper. We had decided to enjoy the brisk night air and sit outside as a group which worked all the better for me as Mara and Lyssa witnessing Clawdette’s humiliation would be all the more sweet. Clawdette began speaking to the others about necromancers in general hoping to prepare them better for what lay ahead when I interrupted her for what must have been the twentieth time today. She just turned and glared at me exasperated by my poor attitude that I had displayed all day. “Your childish attitude has got to stop… if this is about your accident earlier just shut up and deal with it!” I flushed when she brought that up and heard Lyssa snickering to herself looking on in curiosity. Apparently Clawdette had kept her promise and not told anybody about my little incident earlier but that was the last thing on my mind.
I just glared at them both and issued my challenge. I bet Clawdette I could hold it longer than her. I was even so confident I extended the challenge to Mara and Lyssa. Mara sneered slightly thinking it was beneath someone born of her noble status and took her food to her room. Lyssa however, eagerly agreed anxious to show she was tougher than everyone thought.
Grinning I gathered our three cups she had finally fallen into my trap. I would finally get some payback for her arrogance. I set them down and filled Lyssa’s cup first. I wasn’t worried by the bard and judging by my past experiences with her she’d be the first one out. Filling up my own and Clawdette’s cup I discreetly added the powder into the cup I intended to hand back to Clawdette. They had both walked with me as I filled the glasses and I can only assume when I turned to give Lyssa her glass is when Clawdette made the switch. I took the remaining two and gave one to Clawdette before unknowingly downing the tainted water much to Clawdette’s bemusement. I just grinned at the other two as they gulped their water watching Clawdette drink what I thought was the spiked water. We all refilled our glasses taking our seats around the cauldron having agreed to drink another full glass every ten minutes.
We all sat around in relative silence as we ate slowly looking at each other to see who would show the first signs of desperation. Inadvertently it was me who cracked first. We were drinking our second cup and I had just started to sip the water down when my stomach gurgled abruptly and I farted. Nearly choking on my water I took a second to compose myself and glare at Lyssa who had started tittering and my gassy expulsion. We finished out glasses and went to refill them. Slowly my insides began to twist as the powder began to have an effect on my constitution. I grimaced trying to figure out what was wrong with me as I took my seat again. Stealing quick glances at Clawdette she showed no visible signs of having to go, maybe it hadn’t taken effect yet. My guts suddenly gave a painfull shift and I saw Clawdette grin as I placed my hand gently on my abdomen massaging it. It couldn’t be she couldn’t have switched the glasses I barely even looked away for a few seconds. But she had, that is exactly what happened and now I was paying the price. Lyssa began fidgeting and I think Clawdette had to go as well but with her strong discipline she just managed to keep still. The third glass came and went and I had started sweating as I clenched my fists. It felt like a storm was brewing inside me and I had unconsciousness started fidgeting. Lyssa was no better standing up crossing her legs shifting positions to relieve the pressure. Even Clawdette had let her guard down and started tapping her foot incessantly.
I breathed in sharply it was getting painful now and I could be both my competitors were in a similar state of distress. Lyssa had taken to walking about stopping every few moments to squeeze her legs together. Clawdette meanwhile not in her armor was trembling every so often still wearing a mask of steel determination to teach me a lesson. I could see her bladder bulging beneath her clothes and couldn’t help but wonder how many times she actually lost control only to have it hidden by her plate mail. We only finished our fourth glass before the pressure from holding it both ways nearly caused me to have an accident. I gasped aloud biting my lip feel a sudden spurt dampen my underclothes but fortunately managed to stop myself from completely losing it. Clawdette just grinned hearing my little outburst. “What’s the matter Sephoira? Not as tough as you claimed?” she taunted to which I did my best to ignore. She was right though, time was running out for me and I knew it but there was nothing I could do. I think she could sense I was nearing my limit. I decided to stand figuring a change in position might somehow miraculously allow me to hold it for a little longer but I was wrong. I groaned jamming my hands between my legs feeling the cloth of my pants suddenly grow damp between my fingers. Fortunately it was a only another slight leak and I managed to hang on.
My sudden awkward stance and the now damp state of my pants gathered stares from Lyssa and Clawdette who seemed to get their second wind watching me on the verge of peeing my pants. I felt another whiff of gas and winced feeling something a bit more solid begging for relief. It was at the zenith of my desperation a particularly strong cramp rocked me and my muscles started to relax unbidden from exhaustion. I knew it was over and the moment my bottom quivered the semi-solid waste rushed out of me meeting the resistance of the cloth of my underwear. Almost instantaneously my underwear was filled with the sludge and I could feel it still coming. My clothes bulged out as a wet brown stain enveloped everything the mess touched. My nerves were shot and my muscles frayed. I couldn't have held my pee any longer if I tried. It all came gushing out and a look of glorious relief overcame me and my face showed it. Looking down I could see a monstorous puddle radiating from my feet. I cringed when it was all over opening my eyes to find Clawdette staring at me and Lyssa giggling wildly. Clawdette walked slowly to me narrowing her eyes before she just said "cheaters never prosper..." I blushed harder if it was all possible and turned running as quickly as I could back to my room.
Apparently shortly after I left Lyssa couldn't hold it back and drenched her clothes making Clawdette the winner... not what I had planned. It still stings that the timid bard managed to hold it long than I could. If that damned Clawdette didn't have such high perception... Although I suppose I can take some solace in the fact that listening to Lyssa pee on the deck apparently caused Clawdette to leak quite a bit leaving a noticable splotch on her pants. Playfully Lyssa pounced on the warrior and tickled her until she too ended up soaking herself with no armor on to hide it. |
Thank you, glad you enjoy it ^^
Here's a new one mainly bedwetting and a brief mention of diapers x.x
In the nightfall
Sephoira, Lyssa
Having adventured for my fair share of time I have encountered more than my fill of horrifying creatures. Some of their disgusting visages still haunt me especially during the night when it’s not always easiest to hold your water. On occasion I admit it will happen to me. I’ll wake up in the middle of the night hoping by some miracle that the cooling wetness is just sweat: it never is. I suppose sometimes my wet sheets are owed slightly to my penchant for the Shalian wines. On more than one occasion it’s had me ending up red cheeked in front of the innkeeper handing over a few gold pieces to thoroughly clean the exquisite sheets I pissed in.
This inn was not exactly what we would call exquisite and even more irksome was the fact that there were only three rooms left. Clawdette volunteered to watch our captured mercenary Adelaide in her room and Mara of course demanded her own room which left me and Lyssa sharing. I suppose it's not so bad but I still wished for my own room. The fact that we were sharing was only made worse when I saw our bed for the night. The room only had one! Meaning we would be sharing the bed. It was a king sized mattress at least but I was not looking forward to sleeping in the same bed as the bard. She looked the timid sort who would undoubtedly soak the sheets.
I sipped my wine that night restraining myself to only a glass not wanting to risk waking up in the situation I had to explain. Lyssa played her lyre and serenaded me while we spoke about of upbringings and various skill sets and... weaknesses. After a bit we both could barely stop from yawning and decided to turn it. Being a bit more confident in myself and my body I had no problem in yanking off my pants sleeping in just a loose fitting tee shirt and my panties. Lyssa ran off to the bathroom for a few minutes before joining me on the other side of the bed. She wore a conservative set of pajamas and I could have sworn I heard a crinkle when she walked up I put it out of my mind as I just told her to stay on her side of the bed. I really didn't want to wake in the middle of the night finding myself cuddling with her. She blew out the remaining lights and we both quickly drifted off to sleep.
My dream that night was one of the least pleasant I'd had in quite a while. I can't begin to explain why we dream what we dream but I found myself with Clawdette fighting our way through a lord's castle. His guard was no match and one by one they all fell to our steel. We actually managed to work well as a team and the floors ran red with their blood. When we arrived at the room where we new to find our target we both kicked it open. To our surprise it was no lord waiting for us. It turned around and I shuddered at the sight of the mindflayer lying in wait for us. “How nice of you two to join us...” it drawled on launching a psionic assault at us. We were both caught in the blast and knocked back staggering from the blow. We both growled raising our swords charging at the illithid. Raising it's hands it muttered a spell and I felt the psionic energy slam into me. I gasped my eyes with as I froze. I was no longer in control of my body, a slave to the mindflayer's wicked domination. Clawdette had fortunately managed to resist but another volley of psionic energy blasted her back as she hit the wall. The figure cackled wickedly as Clawdette stood up weakly leaning on her sword. I felt my body move of my own accord as I took a step towards my partner. “Kill her...” I heard his voice echo in my head. I could only whimper as I begged my body not to do it.
Slowly I stepped towards her my movements clunky as I fought the psionic domination. Clawdette stared at me growling. “Don't fucking do it Sephoira...” she glared commanding. Even in my dream she showed no fear, her voice unwavering. Maybe it was my hidden feelings for my rival or maybe it was that she was just my team mate. I felt my sword rise and my eyes water at what I knew I was about to do. “I... I'm sorry.” I whimpered as tears started to roll down my face. I drove my sword through one of the joins in her plate mail and I saw red spreading from where my sword had entered. She stared up at me her eyes wide with fear and I heard a noisy hiss as her bladder released. The noisy stream splattered against the inside of her armor. Liquid slowly began to pool under her as she reeled back falling against the wall. The torment started to fade as I heard a distant wake up... wake up...
Back in bed Lyssa had woken to my tossing and turning. Apparently I was mumbling in my sleep and I just started peeing. In my distress I had tossed the covers off giving Lyssa a clear view of my underwear which quickly saturated. That's when she began shaking me. I woke up slowly realizing I was peeing. With a yelp I tried to stop but the warm liquid streamed out of my pooling on the mattress beneath us soaking the bottom of my panties and the back of my shirt. I sighed finally finishing I stepped out of bed staring at Lyssa as she crawled out of bed having got a little wet as well. I let out a shiver and mumbled an apology to Lyssa who looked a little distracted herself. Stripping the sheets I let out a heavy sigh, tonight of all nights...
Lyssa seemed to be able to tell what I was thinking and walked over hugging me. I awkwardly returned the hug not really sure what was going on. “It's ok, I won't tell the others...” she told me. I nodded my eyes starting to water from the shame. She smiled and lowered the front of her pants revealing a rather childish incontinence garment that looked swollen on the verge of leaking. I was taken aback I wanted to taunt Lyssa for wearing such a childish item but in my current state I was in no position to say anything about it considering what I had done. After we both changed I stayed silent and gathered the spare blankets from the cupboard. We flipped the mattress and layed back down to sleep. I hoped I would remain dry for the rest of the night. |
As promised here is the next tale, an interesting look into the past where Clawdette and Sephoira first met, years before the Dawnbringers were formed ALSO as a bonus the character art of my wonderful little Sephoira and an alternate version with a little extra protection done by the masterful Livinginfinite.
A Chance Meeting
Sephoira, Clawdette
None of the other Dawnbringers know this and I’d hazard a guess even Jehanne with her elaborate intelligence network doesn’t know Clawdette and I had met before. It’s not an event I particularly enjoy recalling but I ended up working for her for a brief stint of time. I was in the northern territories and rumors were the protection network of the area was based in Sheaholm which wasn’t too far from my current location. I was hungry for a good fight and had heard of a fencer serving as one of the ranking members of the protection force. At the time I didn’t know who the commander was only that she stood in full plate mail and had fiery red hair like mine. She wasn’t my target or so I thought so I didn’t concentrate my efforts on her.
I lazily made my way to Sheaholm over the next couple of days and found myself in a typical quaint seaside town. It was a fairly sizable city. People from all the surrounding villages flocked to the place to stay under the personal protection of the woman who wielded a greatsword with the strength of an ettin the rumors said. I paid little attention to the mutterings of townsfolk who were easily impressed by nominal feats of strength. I was strong and I would show them true strength when I fought Linderris.
Arriving in the late afternoon I stopped by the inn renting a room to leave my equipment in. Once I procured a glass of wine I made my down a sheer path to the bottom of the seaside cliffs. The sand beneath my feet was a glorious feeling as I sipped my wine enjoying what was the making of a spectacular sunset. I relaxed sitting in the sand listening to the waves lapping at the shore. I was addicted to violence but that didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy taking a break from everything; away from the fear, away from succumbing to the pressure to feel that humiliatingly familiar warmth rushing down my legs as I lost control yet again. It was then I saw her for the first time. I didn’t realize it was her until much later. Off in the distance further down the beach there was a woman walking slowly with an older gentlemen. She wore a fairly conservative blue dress and her wild red hair luffed gently in the wind. It was longer than my own and I blushed as I found myself trying to get a better look at the woman’s shapely figure.
My sexual proclivities were something I rarely ever considered. I had bedded plenty of men before and even on occasion a woman or two but never had I felt any strong feelings for any of them, nothing like this anyway. It was a girlish sort of innocence I felt as I watched the woman. I was intrigued even from a distance and wanted nothing more than to go ask her name. When I saw the two hug it dawned on me the elderly man must be her father and I was overcome with anger and pangs of jealousy direly missing my own long abandoned family. I felt on the verge of tears I had become so frustrated and I retreated up the path back to my room where I turned in early for once.
Despite my getting to bed at a reasonable hour I found myself sleeping in quite late until I was finally nagged awake by a sharp need to take my morning piss. I breathed a sigh of relief as the sheets were mercifully dry. In all honesty I hadn’t been doing that well in regards to keeping my sheets dry at that time. Nearly every other night I was waking up in a sodden puddle of my own water. So, it was quite a relief to wake up dry although had I slept any longer I would run the risk of not being so dry. Pulling myself out of bed I took care of my morning business trudging downstairs with a yawn to get a bite to eat. I knew from asking around the previous day I could find Linderris across the street as he stopped there nearly every day for lunch with his patrol troop; today was no different.
I strode carefully across the cobbled street swaying my hips with captivating flair as I walked. I could see the soldier’s eyes all on me as I arrived behind them. One hand rested on my hip and the other on the hilt of my sword as I took a subtle pose slightly thrusting out my chest to make sure I had their attention. I knew I was an attractive woman and would often use it to my advantage. Men were so easy to manipulate and I could tell their stares I wouldn’t have any problem with this little group. “Linderris?” I asked. He was a lanky man, wearing light armor with a saber strapped to his hip. He looked up as his friends nudged him teasingly. He wasn’t as lecherous as his men. But still he had a look that was a mix of wanting to bed me and wanting to punish me for pretending to be a soldier with a sword strapped to my hip.
With his acknowledgment of my presence I came flat out issuing my challenge with a grin. It was hardly what any of the soldiers were expecting. At first he was hesitant but the ribbing of his comrades and his male pride soon coerced him into accepting. He stood and slowly followed me into the middle of the street stretching as he drew his sword. I drew my blade confident I wasn’t going to have to strain myself fighting him. We watched each other meticulously analyzing our opponent for any sort of opening or weakness. Shop-keeps from the various boutiques peered through the window at us and children slowly began to congregate as we started to circle each other raising our swords.
The familiar exhilaration of battle rushed through me as he finally lashed out. He lunged thrusting his blade at me which I parried easily deflecting the blow. I carried the momentum through and slashed at his chest which he narrowly managed to avoid. I didn’t bother pressing my offense too hard as I let the soldier spend all his energy futily attacking me. A crowd had started to gather around us as we clashed steel. To the crowd is seemed like neither of us had the upper hand as I was hardly attacking. I could tell though he was getting more and more frustrated with each passing moment as I continually evaded his attacks. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a heavily armored figure moving through the crowd watching our every move. Wild red hair spilled out from underneath her helmet and I was puzzled. It couldn’t have been the woman from the beach yesterday. My sudden lack of attention caught up with me as I was unprepared for his next move. His movements had grown increasingly random with his frustration and he delivered a wild overhand strike. I twirled to the side barely managing to avoid the slash, a few strands of my hair were not so lucky. The crowd let out a hushed “ohhhhh” as his blade sailed harmlessly past me as his swing followed through. I channeled the momentum from my spin into a hard right hook punching him in the side of the head. Some would have objected to the corps-à-corps style hit but he should have left himself so blatantly open. He staggered to the side nearly losing his footing. I took advantage of his dazed state and led with a compound attack feinting first to throw off his guard before lashing out knocking his sabre from his hand before pressing my longsword against the leather armor encasing his chest.
“I believe this duel is mine.” I said with a wide grin. He cursed stammering trying to convince me to double or nothing. I just shook my head before I realized my underwear was quite damp. I cursed inwardly at my own feminine weakness not even remembering at which point I had leaked. I wanted to be done with this fool, I had his money and now it was time to retire with a glass of wine and a hot bath.
My plans were not to be though . A voice as sultry as it was calloused called out from the crowd as the mysterious armored figured made her way to where Linderris and I stood. She barked at him to get back to his post with an authoritative command. He scrambled to his feet awkwardly saluting red faced at his loss as he mumbled “yes Clawdette.” The hair certainly looked the same from the woman whom i had spied upon the beach but there was no way to tell with her form completely enclosed within the solid suit of armor. Turning her visage to me she issued her challenge. A person wielding a greatsword challenging a duelist. I couldn't help but scoff confidently and demanded double the fee. She agreed upon the 500 gold pieces should I best her in combat. Clawdette raised her visor altering the conditions should she win. She didn't want any gold but for me to work for her protection network for a months time. I smiled confident and shook her armored hand. She just smiled gently at me a told me where to find her in one hours time at the training grounds.
My eyes glittered with greed as I made my way back to the inn to have a quick drink before leaving to the training grounds. I greeted the inn's tavern boisterously spending some of the gold I had just collected buying everyone a round of drinks grinning at the thought of an easy 500 gold. Clinking down the goblet I boasted bragging to the room about getting to best the mighty Clawdette. I think most of the patrons just stared at me curious if I could really overpower the one who hand single handedly defeated an ettin that threatened their entire village. They would soon have their answer as I arrived at the training grounds seeing a ready Clawdette waiting for me.
As I stepped into the arena-esque fighting area I felt magic envelope me. I looked around bewildered by the spell as Clawdette just chuckled. “Don't worry, it's just a bit of protection so there's no permanent damage. Can't really pull my punches with this thing like you duelists.” she said with a grin as she hoisted her greatsword out letting the tip rest on the ground. I just huffed at her blowing stray strands of red hair out of my face. I drew my sword and she lifted her massive blade adopting a ready stance. I charged at her counting on my speed advantage as I delivered a quick slash at her midsection. She was faster than I thought, possibly one of the fastest I've ever seen wearing plate mail as she deflected the blow harmlessly with the broad side of her sword. While I was recovering from the parry she riposted swinging the large blade. I quickly raised my sword to block placing my free hand against the flat of my blade to brace for the blow. The strike had so much power it shoved me back nearly knocking me off my feet. I just stared at her for a moment realizing the staggering blow did more than just break my guard. Wetness bloomed in my underwear redampening my panties a drip of urine falling to the ground from beneath my skirt. She just grinned seeing the surprised expression on my face.
I knew I couldn't let her hit me, with strength like that I'd be lucky if she didn't just knock me out in a single blow. I smothered the gnawing feeling of having underestimated my opponent and launched into a brutal flurry of thrusts and slashes. The heavily armored knight was on the defensive doing her best to evade and block my much more agile long sword. I couldn't see through her visage but I imagined she was having a hard time keeping up. Her defense was impeccable though and I was starting to feel fatigued as I worked my assault pushing her all around the ring. I finally managed to create an openening. I feinted low and she moved her sword in an effort to parry the blow but I changed my strike thrusting high at her chest putting my last reserves of strength into the blow.
I heard a silent word fall from her lips “block”. That was the moment I learned of Clawdette's eldrich knight prowess. One that my manuevers could never outmatch. My sword stopped as the tip clashed against an invisible field. The shock run through my body reverberating from my arm painfully sending me staggering back. I winced my bladder let loose a gush of urine as sparkling points of urine rolled down both of my legs making their way past my drenched underwear. I nearly dropped my sword and I could have sworn I saw her grin as she glanced down spying the liquid running down my legs. My position was slumped and I was visibly exhausted. She said nothing about my little leak however and just began her assault. I scrambled to mount a defense but blocking the first strike was so painful I couldn't keep hold of my sword and it flew from my hand. Another long jet or urine made its way to freedom glistening down my thighs this time dampening my skirt. I yelped fumbling in the air as my sword flew far out of reach. She didn't pause however soon I found myself narrowly dodging her attacks trying to find my voice to forfeit. She chased me around the ring almost like a cat playing with a mouse. I tried to make my way towards my sword but she knew my plan and everytime I would get close she would lash out sending my in another direction. I lost my footing and tumbled to the dusty ground. The force of hitting the ground combined with the pressure of the impending loss was too much for bladder and as I hit the ground I burst. The wine I had consumed earlier rushed to freedom puddling underneath my as I stared up completely terrified of the monstorous armored woman who seemed unrelenting. She walked up to my noticing the puddle forming under me soaking the fabric of my skirt. She raised her sword high and I stared up in horror watching the blade make its final descent.
I cried out in fear feebly holding my hands out as the blade stopped resting in the palms of my hand. The sound of my body's ultimate betrayal echoed in the fighting grounds; the disgusting wet noise of a woman fouling herself in the most infantile of ways. Feces filled my underwear and sitting on the ground as I was it spilled out the sides staining my skirt. I coul only whimper as she sheathed her weapon and offered me her hand. I was expecting a flurry of taunts at the very least to be berate for having the control of a child but she said nothing of it. She pulled me to my feet retrieving my sword for me with another cantrip. The walk back was a blur as she escorted me. I walked bow legged in an attempt to avoid squishing the foul load any further. The stench that followed me was certainly proof enough even without the telltale damp stains on my skirt of who had lost. Clawdette went so far as to escort me all the way to my room. Opening the door I stumbled in still in a daze, it had happened again... She opened the visor of her helmet and spoke with a gentle tone. “I expect you at the batracks tomorrow at sun up.” |
Fans of fearfully flooded uhh.... some word for pants starting with a F. Another chapter of the misadventures is nigh. I have had a hell of a time writing this one and in the end I wasn't super happy with it but I'm glad it's done enough I can move on to another chapter.
Captured
Clawdette, Sephoira, Jehanne, Alexandria, Jeska
Having worked together for quite a while The Dawnbringer's had uncovered many plots and plans successfully thwarting many a scheme. Tensions mounted between the group and Mara had opted to take Lyssa and leave Sephoira and Clawdette to command their own unit. It was hard to blame her as Sephoira could be rather insufferable sometimes despite her own predisposition towards having an accident. Clawdette couldn't find herself leaving the other redhead for reasons she couldn't realize herself. Jehanne in the meantime recruited two more talented individuals for the force. Alexandria the famed spymaster from the Altean highlands and Jeska the monk with fists as fast as lightning.
Things were not going particularly well at the moment Jehanne had not been seen in the past week when she had been expected to return two nights previous. The room was filled with apprehension as the impromptu meeting Clawdette had called got underway. Sephoira and the various other Dawnbringers sat around the meeting table all of them looking rather pensive as Clawdette spoke. “As you all know... Jehanne was due back two nights ago and we've yet to receive any sort of communication from her. Until today...” she said sounding rather foreboding as she retrieved a letter and read it aloud. “Dawnbringers, we have something of yours.” she finished reading the short message and the others looked on as if expecting her to read more. “It ends there, no signature no other information except for a map ending right after the Ankaran border...” The group collectively took on a look of fearful worry. The idea that Jehanne had been captured was simply outlandish. Someone as strong as she... the rest of the women never imagined overpowering the half orc even possible. She was stronger than Clawdette who consistently put the rest of the members to shame in feats of strength.
“Where was she going?” “Who could have done this?” “How is that even possible?” the questions immediately erupted from the other members as they all spoke over one another without the half orc to keep order. “Quiet!” Clawdette hissed glaring at them all. “Here's what is going to happen. Sephoira, Jeska, Alexandria and I are going to find her. Her last trip was a diplomatic mission to Ankara to discuss the possibility of working for King Lazarus. “I'm hesitant to accuse the king of foul play but anything is possible until we know the facts. Gather your gear you three. We move out as soon as possible, Jehanne could be in trouble.” Sephoira, Jeska and Alexandria nodded simultaneously in understanding as they went to prepare for the impromptu trip. As they left Clawdette turned to the remaining members explaining why she wanted them to stay at the keep.
Shortly the four warriors reconvened outside the gate. Clawdette arrived last hearing the three discuss in hushed tones if the capture of Jehanne was really possible. The trio grew quiet when Clawdette approached and silently they began their ride. Each of the warriors rode lost in their thoughts imagining what situation could have possibly befallen Jehanne. None of them had ever seen the powerful half-orc falter in battle while even Clawdette slipped up sometimes needing to stop and prestidigitate herself clean after an accident
The four warriors made good time keeping a steady pace as they rode silently pressing their horses on further. The only noise was the rhythmic tromping of horse’s hooves as they stomped against the ground taking them father along towards their destination. With the shadows growing long and light growing dim Clawdette slowed her horse signaling to the others it was time to make camp. Each quickly tied off their own horse and pulled off their equipment they would need for the night. Each of the warriors methodically set out their bedroll and took a few moments to relax and stretch out from the long day's ride. “Don't get too comfortable.” Clawdette's voice rang out as she dumped an armful of logs in the middle of their impromptu campground. “We're close to the Ankaran border and Jehanne could have disappeared anywhere around here. We need to stay vigilant.” she said taking on an almost scolding tone as she gave Sephoira who was in the process of mouthing her words mockingly a particularly harsh look. Holding her hand out a second later a flame erupted igniting the logs Clawdette had laid out. The four women brought out some of the rations they had packed and began eating. They sat in a circle around the now roaring fire and still little was said. Swallowing a mouthful of dried meat the monk lowered her hood exposing her platinum hair which seemed to shimmer in the firelight. Her emerald eyes glittered and her soft features stood in contrast to the sharper harder beauty of the other warriors.
“Come on guys, it's not so bad. We'll find Jehanne tomorrow and make whoever took her pay!” She spoke trying to uplift the spirits of the rather glum party. “and we get to spend the night out in the gorgeous Nev forest!” she said simultaneously gesturing up at some of the impossibly tall trees. “We could be stuck in some stuffy city in a lousy inn.” Sephoira rolled her eyes holding her hands up to the fire. “I like those lousy inns, they have wine.” the duelist groused still trying to warm her hands in the chill night air. “Like you need any more wine...” Alexandria told the red head with a taunting grin. “It dulls your sword and wets your sheets and out here there's no place to wash your bedroll.” the blond teased. Sephoira glared at the spymaster not happy about being teased. “You want to bring THAT up hm? How about when I saw you trying to hide your fetidly stained shorts in the wash area the previous week!? It must be hard to sneak undetected when they can smell your foul stench from when you shit yourself!” Sephoira fired back Alexandria blushing deeply now. Jeska sighed turning to Clawdette staring at her pleadingly. “Don't even start with me Seph...” The blond was about to retort until Clawdette interrupted them both with a resounding “Shut up BOTH of you! I swear... So what, it happens; often for both of you in fact one of you will probably wet the bed tonight! It's nothing you should be mocking each other about we're on the same team for mercy's sake.” she scolded them both doling harsh looks to both Sephoira and Alexandria. “Until tomorrow morning I don't want to hear another word from either of you unless you address me first. Jeska feel free to talk both their ears off and clock them if they start bickering.” she said with a grin standing up. “But...” Sephoira began to protest but was quickly shut down with a harsh look from the other red head.
“You three get some rest or do whatever, I don't particularly care. I'll take first watch. I’ll wake Sephoira in a few hours when it's her turn”. With a quick stretch she strode idly into the forest wanting to get away from the egos for some time to her own. The monk did have a point, the forest was rather spectacular even under the moonlight its impressiveness was visible.
Sephoira and Alexandria glared at each other from their positions seated on opposite sides of the fire. Jeska just looked nervously between the two half expecting them to leap at each other and start strangling one another. “An interesting fact about the Nev fore...” the chipper monk began before the redhead and blond rudely cut her off nearly in unison announcing “I'm going to bed...” Both warriors turned away from each other and settled into their bedroll. Jeska was left awake by herself and sighed seeing the two women.
It wasn't any secret that Sephoira was considered one of the hardest to work with in The Dawnbringers. For whatever reason she worked well with Clawdette who seemed to have saint-like patience when it came to dealing with her endless taunts. It was the reason Mara and Lyssa weren't accompanying the pair. The rumors about what finally pushed Mara too far were varied. Their last mission together found the original group hunting a vampire lord who had been terrorizing the Illean countryside. Of course they had prevailed but during the final battle Mara in the throes of terror disarmed of her sword and shield lost control of both her bladder and bowels. Her plate-mail showed little if anything but the burnished steel greaves glistened with wetness and a foul odor surrounded the noblewoman. Sephoira had made it out mercifully only spilling her water. The worst part about the ordeal for Mara was she had thrown herself in the way of the vampires devastating magic to protect Sephoira when she soiled herself. Of course the duelist would hear none of it and the ridicule was far from pleasant. After that Mara approached Jehanne and demanded to be reassigned with new companions until Sephoira leanred some “humility and maturity.” Clawdette also gave Sephoira a harsh talking to which could almost be considered an ultimatum; show some respect towards her companions or else.
With her rations finished Jeska yawned stretching but not quite wanting to sleep yet. She crossed her legs and got comfortable clearing her mind to meditate. Eventually she fell asleep with the others the occasional rustle in the trees accompanying the chirping of the crickets as a midnight nature lullaby.
The trio slept blissfully unaware of the goings on in the forest around them as Clawdette's watch passed yet she remained absent. Eventually Clawdette returned a far different sight than she had left. Her heavy plate-mail gone, her greatsword gone and her arms bound tightly behind her back at her wrists. Her face was twisted with impotent rage as three shadowy figures escorted her roughly. One of the men held a rather large dagger firmly against her throat. She wore only her hide underclothes which bore the large wet discoloration as evidence of her defeat. “S...Sephoira wake up...” she called out quietly her voice wavering slightly. Sephoira's eyes shot open as she heard Clawdette's voice. She could instantly tell something was wrong from the tone in her voice. She sprung to her feet and no sooner had she she stood up another shadowy figure collided with her tackling the duelist to the ground. Two more men leaped onto Alexandria and Jeska as they were roused by Sephoira's sudden shriek.
The ensuing struggle was a short one. Sephoira struggled and squirming but she was pinned stomach against the ground and without her sword in hand there was little she could do to escape. Alexandria faired a bit better. Forgoing her longsword a small dagger sprung to her hand from inside her sleeve which she drove into the man's armored side. He recoiled grunting in pain but doubled down his efforts grappling the woman and pinning her in a similar fashion Sephoira had been pinned in. Jeska specializing in unarmed combat slipped from his grasp easily and with blinding speed attacked her assailant. He swung a high hook which she lithely dodged delivering two jabs at his chest in rapid succession before knocking him to the ground with a spinning high kick to the side of his head. She grinned getting ready to finish off the downed rogue when a gruff voice rang out. “Stop fighting or piss won't be the only liquid little Clawdette here is covered in.” he barked pressing the blade against her throat. Jeska froze seeing Clawdette restrained and dropped her fists to her side. The man whom she had knocked down quickly recovered. A sudden crack and she saw stars as his fist struck the side of her face. She stumbled grimacing in pain as her world spun from the cheap shot. Worst of all she could feel a wetness, a warm wetness at the crux of her legs dampening her underwear. She couldn’t tell how much she’d dribbled but looking down she sighed in relief as it didn’t show through her fighting garb. Jeska found herself quickly restrained heavy ropes lashing her wrists together.
The three were rather subdued but Sephoira was ever the spitfire. She cursed loudly and struggled against her captors grasp as the six men escorted them through the forest. “You cowardly pigs wouldn’t last a fucking second in a fair fight! I would murder the six of you if I had my sword! You sniveling worthless sacks of Altean sheep shit!” she shouted nearly at the top of her lungs shattering the silence of the night. “Sephoira… save your breath.” Clawdette said quietly. The hotheaded duelist ignored the words of her friend and opened her mouth again to speak more profanity fueled protests but felt the frigid steel of a blade pressing against her throat. Her voice caught in her throat and what was supposed to be a scathing remark about their feeble manhood turned into a mewling gasp of terror. “She’s right, you’ll shut your mouth unless you want to lose it.” The ruffian hissed icily in her ear still holding the blade firmly against her throat. Her eyes wide she nodded slowly as her bladder released in fright. The warm liquid rushed down her legs discoloring her hide pants flowing steadily into her boots. The fresh forest air was assaulted by the warm acrid scent of her urine as she peed unbidden into her pants. The hot liquid steamed in the cold night air and all eyes were on her as her cheeks lit up in embarrassment. The only sound that could be heard above the trickling noise was the snickers from the men and Alexandria who felt vindicated for Sephoira’s earlier teasing. Clawdette just rolled her eyes and shivered in the chill night air. Shortly after Sephoira’s little accident the party began their trek again both red heads now thoroughly soaked.
It didn’t take long for them to reach the camp and what they saw shocked the four captured warriors. A handful of utilitarian tents arranged in the circle. In the center was a roaring fire however it was the sight next to the fire that caught there eyes. There she was, the powerful half-orc wearing a mask of impotent rage on her face. Her wrists were bound to the stakes planted firmly in the ground. On her knees with her legs splayed apart her thighs were lashed to the stakes as well keeping her in an awkwardly helpless position that even her great strength couldn't free her from. Jehanne scowled seeing her warriors bound and marched into camp undoubtedly to suffer the same treatment she had found herself under the hands of these ruffians. A slight blush graced her cheeks under her scowl and the more perceptive of the four women could see why. She'd obviously been bound for a while. Her knees were raw from kneeling for so long and her body looked bruised and exhausted. The ground under her was slightly discolored the soil of the forest rather damp with her urine. The skimpy black fighting briefs she wore that normally showed off her powerful thighs still bore a slight wet blotch. She'd obviously wet herself some time ago but hide cloth of her brief's hadn't quite dried yet. Worse though was the sagging rear filled with her own excrement a foul stench hanging over the Dawnbringer commander.
The day previous... “You foul scum I'll break every last one of you!” she snarled glaring at the group of masked men. She suspected they had followed her since she had left the Ankaran capital after her fruitless talks with the boy king Lazarus. He saw fit to turn the Dawnbringers into his own tool for political subterfuge and covert operations. She would never have her organization work for such motives and had promptly left after finishing her glass of wine. The group of men encircled the half-orc who stood with her hands bound behind her back and growled threateningly at them. It had happened near the border, she couldn't quite remember. She had been feeling lousy since leaving the city and that is when she was ambushed. The group of five emerged from the forest with three swords drawn and two bows trained on her position. She stared wide eyed before drawing her elaborate longsword with her poison dulled reflexes. No sooner than she raised her blade an arrow struck the side knocking it free of her hands as the three with swords surrounded her shoving the tips of their blades in her face. She held her hands out and trembled her eyes filled with fear as growing warmth pooled in her brief. She was peeing. The protective pad she discretely wore tucked in her brief could only cope with so much liquid before leaking.A small trickle escaped and dampened her black brief which fortunately showed little. She knew however if she lost control again she would not be so fortunate as she could feel the saturated material squishing wetly between her legs. With a grin they bound their prize and escorted her back to their camp. Her ambush had only been two days prior but it felt like ages past as the men watched her. By now she knew what they intended. Each day it had been the same, she would be released but handicapped somehow and the seven would wrestle or spar with her; and each day it ended the same. Jehanne sprawled out on the ground her piss soaking the dusty ground beneath her once again saturating her skimpy fighting briefs with the acrid liquid. The second day they had discovered her secret protection had been mortifying. They had fought three on one with her arms restrained ended up a rather short one sided brawl. Pinned to the ground Jehanne could only squirm futily as pee could not be absorbed by her saturated protection and drenched her briefs dripping to the ground beneath her. A wayward hand glanced between her legs feeling the faint bulk of the sodden pad. “What is that orc? What are you wearing?” a gravelly voice asked as they released her from their hold. Her face burned with embarrassment and she did her best to keep cool. “It is nothing but my briefs…” she said quietly averting her gaze. “You lying incontinent bitch!” one of the men growled slapping her across the face. The raven haired woman recoiled and swallowed her pride speaking in a subdued tone. A rough hand slid along her stomach slipping under the waistband of her brief retrieving the sponge-like item. “It…. It is an incontinence pad to provide me a bit of assurance in high stress scenarios…” she explained using the most mature terms she could possibly muster. The men laughed raucously and the man tossed the sodden device away while he spoke. “Oh Jehanne, if you needed your diaper changed you should have asked.” He taunted drawing another round of laughter from the men.
The next day she knew would be different; worse even than the previous. Her solid waste was aching to be relieved but her foul captives would never let her go. The beatings and bruises she could take but the shame of soiling herself that thoroughly made her shudder. The fighting began with a surprise haymaker that nearly knocked her on her ass. Her bowels grumbled in protest at the sudden movement when the others moved in and assaulted her. One of the men was careless and attempted to grope her still damp with urine crotch. He was knocked out cold with a swift headbutt which only seemed to empower the half-orc. “What, my arms tied behind my back not enough for you cowards!” she taunted before taking another blow across the jaw. Spitting blood she stood slumped over panting heavily staring at the four conscious men. The remaining men sharpened their gaze not responding to her barbs. One of the men tired of her cocky attitude and loosed a throwing knife sinking it into the bark of a tree merely inches from her head. The cocky rebelliousness attitude fled from her face replaced by a wide eyed look of girlish terror. In her fright she was overcome by feeble incontinence and her overly full bowels could not be controlled. The half-orc shuddered as spurred by fear her release was sudden and noisy. Her face twisted from an expression of fear into one of self-disgust as she felt her proudly worn fighting briefs expand to accommodate her waste. Lacking elasticity her lower garb could only balloon out so much before every crevice was filled and her shit was forced out of the cuffs.
Her accident was met with uproarious laughter as they stopped their physical assault and began a verbal one. She said nothing but looked on the verge of tears as she blushed profusely. “Did the big bad orc have an accident?” “The king was right, we should have put her back in diapers.” “Come now Jehanne is it just you or do all your little pretend heroines shit themselves?” the taunts seemed endless as they brought her back to camp. She still said nothing when she was forced on her knees as she had been each day and lashed to the twin posts to ensure she could not escape. A grim realization flashed through her mind and she realized they were not going to allow the half-orc to clean herself. She grimaced in disgust kneeling still with a load in her briefs but mustered up the most intimidating glare she could manage and refused to beg.
Jehanne was relieved to see they had come but infuriated that four of her best had already been captured. The group of four was divided and brought on either side of Jehanne where they were forced to sit back to back as their captors began binding them. The four wrinkled their nose as the smell coming from Jehanne but out of respect for their commander kept their mouth shut that is except for Sephoira. “Come on Jehanne I th…” the redhead spoke before being cut off by the raven haired captive.“Sephoira if you continue with that statement I will make you regret it.” She said coldly. Jeska shuddered at the ominous promise. Despite her situation Jehanne still had an air of foreboding around her. Sephoira was never one to let an idle threat pass without and smartass response. “I am already regretting it Jehanne your foul stench turning my stomach!” she quipped with a grin.
They were sat back to back legs out in front. As if they could sense their animosity the group bound Sephoira and Alexandria together rather than with Clawdette or Jeska. Their ankles were bound with a small lash of rope similarly their wrists were bound in front of them. Their arms however were bound to their partner’s arms which forced them to sit up straight in an awkward restrained position. Clawdette and Jeska accepted their imprisonment with quiet contemplation considering how best to escape whereas the other two fumed at having to be bound to one another. The rescue attempt was off to a less than stellar start and the mood for the remainder of the night was icy at best. The men slowly returned to sleep leaving two out at a time on watch for the remainder of the night.
No sooner than they had fallen asleep it felt like the sun was peeking above the horizon. The golden glow of dawn roused the men from their sleep eager to get an early start with the four new comers. “Rise and shine my little Dawnbringers.” One of them said as the four were splashed with chilled water from a nearby stream. The yelps and sputters of surprise rang out through the still of the morning as the four awoke with an unpleasant shock. “Eat, drink, we wouldn’t want you lot getting sickly on us now.” The man they presumed in charge spoke as he walked around tossing a chunk of bread and some dried meat in each of their lap. Another man tossed a canteen next to each of them with a heavy thud. The four slowly obeyed nibbling quietly on the simple sustenance. “Now we don’t expect you to be anything like our prized cow here but we’re going to be putting you through a bit of tests before we take you back to the king. He’s not expecting you lot for another few days so we’ve got plenty of time for games and activities!” he said using innocent euphemisms to gloss over his sinister intent. “The last one to finish their canteen will be the first to play.” He said with a malevolent grin. Three out of the four fighters began drinking hastily; the fourth, Clawdette refused to play their little games. “Well it seems we have a volunteer.” He said wrly, seeing Clawdette’s defiance. He snapped his fingers pointing at Clawdette and three of the men cut her away from Jeska and make her stand leaving her wrists and ankles bound. The eldritch knight just glared at her aggressors and blinked in surprise as she felt a rope forced inside her mouth effectively gagging her. “Don’t think you can rely on your little penchant for spells Clawdette.” He said with a smirk before loosening the binds on her ankles to allow her a limited form of mobility bringing her to an open area within the camp. She had been secretly counting on their ignorance of her limited arcane abilities to give her an edge.
“Just because you refused to drink doesn’t mean the last to finish won’t join you.” He said with a grin pointing at Sephoira. The other men cut her free and brought up the second redhead to join Clawdette. The both gave each other a nervous look Clawdette’s expression one of confidence while Sephoira felt much less useful without her sword. Two of the underlings approached the red headed duo eager to abuse the two restrained warrior women. Chewing on the rope Clawdette managed to work it loose enough to vocalize a spell as the pair approached her and a nervously squirming Sephoira. “Electrify!” She spoke as arcane current rippled through her body lightning bolts arcing from her fingertips devastating one of the men slamming him back as his partner narrowly avoided the blast. “Can’t you tie a tight knot!” the leader shouted as he was moving in position to handle his henchmen’s incompetence. Clawdette had already prepared another barrage of lightning letting loose a gout of the seering bolts at the man who managed to avoid the brunt of the blow. Sephoira watched wide eyed as Clawdette did her best to rain destruction on the camp when she yelped feeling a rough hand wrap around her waist pulling her close as a blade was pressed to her throat. She whimpered once again finding herself with a dagger to her throat. “Stop with the magic unless you’d like to see Sephoira lose her head that is.”
Sephoira squirmed in his grasp until she felt the blade leave a hairline slit on her neck and she gulped spilling her morning water repeating the scene from the night previous. The liquid dripped from her pants as what urine had accumulated in her bladder during the remainder of the night found its way to freedom dampening her pants a creeping wet stain running down her legs.
Clawdette froze seeing Sephoira trapped in such a position and held her hands up signaling surrender. One man swooped in behind her tightening the gag as the remaining men surrounded her. Angry at losing one of their own they all began punching and kicking at the defenseless warrior. The leader kept a firm grip over Sephoira and slowly slid his hand up towards her chest. “and because of your little outburst I think Sephoira will have the pleasure of spending the night in my tent with me.” He bluffed as Lazarus gave them strict orders they were to be untouched in that regard but the threat pierced both red heads to the core.
She did the best she could to defend herself but the blows seemed endless and the threat of Sephoira’s punishment chilled her. Magicless and restrained a fresh wetness blossomed in her hide trousers the still vaguely damp material once again soaked with her urine. Liquid trailed down her long legs puddling on the ground beneath her as all eyes were glued on the fighter. Retreating from the beaten fighter the men once again laughed mockingly as the red head felt the sodden material of her pants clinging to her legs “Is this the best your little children can do Jehanne? Spray piss everywhere at the sight of a blade.” The lead man asked with a mocking tone eliciting a deep blush from every women there. “Get her back with the others and bring me the spymaster!” he barked as a pair of rough hands dragged Clawdette forward back to her place next to Jehanne. Sephoira was dragged back to her position as Alexandria was given the honor of participating next.
Another man raised Alexandria and dragged the nervous woman to her leader. The blond couldn’t ignore the uneasy feeling in her guts as she was brought face to face with the lead captor. She trembled slightly averting her gaze unsure of what they had in store for her. With a smirk he lowered his mask exposing his face as he reached out gripping her jaw firmly. He slowly turned her head forcing her to look him in the eyes. “You know who I am Alexandria and I know like a child you have been sticking your hand where it doesn’t belong taking what you please from who you please.” She stared wide eyed as she recognized as the King Lazarus’s spy-master general; the chief intelligence officer of Ankara. “Consider today the beginning of your reformation.” He proclaimed loudly to everyone. “While you lot have raised swords against our plots and plans little Alexandria and her network of rogues has consistently taken what does not belong to them and for that she will be punished.” The man announced as if he was talking to his daughter. Dragging her over he sat on an exposed tree stump and pulled her down over his knees. The first thwap rang out echoing through the trees deriving a surprised yelp from the recipient of the crude punishment. His muscular hand came down again on her pert posterior again and again as they formed a rhythmic slapping. It didn’t take long before she was writhing against him trying to squirm free to lessen the blows. “S…stop please!” she begged as he mercilessly struck her quivering bottom. Ignoring her sudden cry for peace he continued raining blows on her reddened skin. It started as a small spurt of wetness darkening her shorts at the join of her legs. Each blow caused to rogue to leak a little more the damp splotch on her shorts expanding. Each spurt and dribble slowly increased until her body gave out and she peed unheeded by her control. He paused hearing the trickling noise as the steady stream dribbled to the grass below them. Running his fingers over the wetness seeping through her pants he laughed. “Oh Alexandria, you really are just a child. It must be very difficult to steal secrets when there is a trail of piss always leading back to you!” he mocked. Unexpectedly bringing his hand down again pain shot through her body and in a panic she felt her bowels churn into action. Grunting unconsciously her body tensed before pushing a foul load of poop into her underclothes. Her tough cloth shorts slowly bulged out under his hand as she lost control for a second time. The foul mess slowly discolored the seat as vulgar scent began to fill the air around her. “Uhg, you shit yourself! Get back to your spot!” he spat in disgust. “Can’t any of you take your punishment without soiling yourselves!” he shouted as the men and even Sephoira laughed at her predicament. The rogue began sniffling her eyes watering in shame as she felt the man deliver one final swat flattening the mound against her shapely cheeks. Dragging Alexandria to her feet he forced her over to where she had sat making her sit in her own filth.
It was Jeska’s turn and the monk looked stoic as ever as her rope bonds were replaced with weighted cuffs. Her posture slumped under the additional weight as she stood in the field where two of her comrades had already humiliated themselves. She strengthened her resolve ready for whatever they planned to throw at her. “Come on Jeska, your fighting is supposedly peerless, a little bit of weight won’t slow you down will it?” he asked with a grin knowing full well it wasn’t just a little weight. He took a fighting stance and she could barely manage the same sweating with exertion already from the weights. The first blow came; a quick jab to her chest which she struggled to block in time. Given an equal fight she would already have him pinned in an armbar. This was no equal fight though and the monk slowly stepped away from her aggressor as he lashed out again this time with a wide hook. She ducked finding it easier to move her body rather than fight against the weights and counter attacked with a slow punch. He dodged her strike as well with minimal effort. This went on for a while the man slowly managing a blow past her defenses here and there. Soon Jeska was looking much worse for wear and was on the verge of defeat in her own arena. Her breath was ragged and heavy as she sucked in air. Spitting her salivia mingled with blood as she narrowed her gaze on the man. The fight still burned in her eyes but it was flickering on the verge of being extinguished. The blow came in multiple parts a hook she managed to block clumsily; a jab that grazed her cheek followed by an uppercut of which she caught the full brunt of the blow.
The lithe monk was knocked off her feet from the force of the blow her whole world spinning as she landed on her back sprawled out. A thin stream of liquid dampened her pants as she saw stars. What started as a small gush of pee quickly intensified soaking into her light colored fighting clothes leaving them nearly translucent as the stream arced form her body splattering on the grass. He smirked as her natural incontinence showed and he pulled a knife from his belt not satisfied with just her liquid release. In the haze of the concussive blow she saw the glint of the blade. Her bowels convulsed in fear but she clenched herself shut and managed to keep herself in control as she watched him approach. Mustering all her strength she spun her hips and whipped her foot up kicking the dagger from his hand sending it flying at Jehanne. The half-orc let out a cry of surprise as the knife whizzed through the ropes holding one of her arms down and if one was paying particularly close attention could see the dribbles of urine dripping to the ground from her dampened brief.
He leapt upon the monk wrapping his hands around her throat not particularly keen on being struck. “Make sure that knife didn’t hurt anyone!” he barked at his men as he smirked while Jeska futily struck at him gasping for breath. Jehanne felt the resistance of her bindings slacken as the knife tore away some of the rope weakening the intricate lattice work. As one man approached her she burst from her bonds exploding with fury. A cacophony of snapping rope overcame the peaceful morning as she rose and clobbered the man. “Get her restrained you fools!” he shouted as he stared down at the monk below him. “You’re going to pay for that once we have her under control!” he hissed threateningly. Her vision was dimming, she could feel her apendages going numb from lack of oxygen and then his threat rung in her ears. She was powerless to stop herself from going. A wet crackly noise sounded as the seat of her dampened fighting pants slowly expanded bearing an obvious brown bulge under the translucent fabric as more of the sludge flowed past her numb sphincter. As the foul stench enveloped the two he removed his hands and looked over in time to see his men floundering to get control of the enraged half-orc.
The first to approach her as she had exploded from her binds lay twitching on the ground as her fist caved in his face. Clawdette sprung into action; despite her wrists and ankles being bound she threw her weight at one of the men taking them both to the ground. Her wild red hair floating in the air she brought her forehead down on his knocking him out leaving only two more for Jehanne to deal with as Sepoira took a cue from Clawdette and tackled another man pummeling him with her fists. Standing in front of the two men still partially restrained Jehanne let out a primal battle cry grabbing one of the stakes and smashing it over the head of the first to approach her sending him straight to the ground in a shower of splintered wood. The second stared at her hesitantly before approaching with his sword drawn. Spinning around his thrust she wrapped the ropes around his neck tightly and jerked back with all her strength ripping him off his feet sending him to the ground. She retrieved the knife Jeska had used to free her once she saw the one in charge had fled and finished cutting herself free. She wasted no time cutting Clawdette’s crude bonds before handing her the knife motioning to Sephoira and Alexandria as she ran over to Jeska.
The monk lay barely conscious on the ground not responding to Jehanne’s gentle touch as she shook her to consciousness. “Come on Jeska, you did a good job there but we have to get moving.” The monk’s emerald eyes burst open and she gasped in air ignoring the foul smell from both herself and Jehanne. She nodded getting to her feet stumbling along with Jehanne’s help. Jehanne wasted no time pointing at Alexandria and Sephoira. “You two retrieve their horses. Clawdette can you remove the weights from Jeska?” The eldritch knight with her wrists free and mouth unbound nodded and with a simple knock spell the heavy bracelets sprung open and fell to the ground with a leaden thud. As soon as the weights were lifted she pulled Clawdette into a tight hug before the other two approached leading on three horses. “The others ran off... you're lucky we could grab these three.” Sephoira said with a shrug.
“Ok, you four are sharing.” Jehanne said as she climbed up lowering herself gingerly on the saddle grimacing and the clammy mess in her briefs squished against her backside. Jeska nodded slowly at Alexandria and the two messy fighters climbed aboard one horse leaving the two damp redheads to get on the last horse. “We have to move quickly there's no telling when he may return. Get back to the keep, now!” Jehanne gave the order as she took off riding hard followed by Jeska and Alexandria with Sephoira and Clawdette bringing up the rear.
Sephoira wrapped her arms around Clawdette and dozed off to the rythmic pounding of the horse hooves leading them home. Clawdette squirmed and grimaced as they rode. She could feel her own need building. Her close call left her bowels feeling very full and with no time to stop and visit a tree she could only shut her eyes and bear it. A few more hours into the ride and she could hold it no longer. The pounding hooves drummed her insides. She let out an airy fart hoping that Sephoira stayed asleep. Fortunately the duelist stayed asleep pressed against the warrior and she finally started to lose the battle with her bursting bowels. Subtly lifting her rear off the saddle her tired muscles gave in and after a heavy step the warm contents of her bowels rushed to freedom spoiling her underclothes filling the seat of her pants. Over the remained of the ride home there were fortunately no more incidents.
The group finally arrived back at the keep the five warriors dismounted and stood around sheepishly the scent of shit hanging around them heavily. Sephoira couldn't help but snicker seeing Clawdette had soiled herself on the ride home. She could barely believe she was the only one who had escaped the whole debacle without messing her pants as the others had. Jeska's fighting clothes were utterly ruined the white fabric stained a sickly brown around the seat and down her thighs. Alexandria and Jehanne were in a similar situation with streaks of brown having escaped the cuffs of their respective shorts and briefs. “Thank you all... and I think it goes to say there will be no speaking of this.” Jehanne said giving them all a sharp look her gaze lingering on Sephoira. “Yeah...” Sephoira muttered “won't speak of how you all soiled yourselves like toddlers...” she spoke just loud enough for the others to hear. In no mood for the duelist's mouth the half-orc grit her teeth and clenched her fist delivering a straight punch right in the woman's forehead. Sephoira barely saw it coming but it was too late. The half-orc's fist crashed right into her and in a flash she was sprawled out unconscious defecating in her pants as she hit the ground to the snickers of the other women. “Leave her out here... when she comes to hopefully she'll have learned her lesson.” Jehanne spoke with a sneer as the four walked awkwardly into the keep eagerly looking forward to cleaning up. Clawdette couldn't help but pause and shake her head at the sprawled out messy redhead. With a sigh she hefted her body over her shoulder and carried her to her room before going to clean herself up like the others. |
And a story by Blooper about Clawdette with some sort of weirdo pokemon crossover and how she's so damn continent edited and refined by me. Oh dear I edited something with my tenuous grasp of english language grammar rules and blooper's horrible spelling hopefully it is readable lol... this takes place shortly after A Chance Meeting
Something to Treasure
(Wee, transitional phase for Clawdette time. Also, ambiguous double meaning title.)
(Clawdette)
I stormed into my quarters, sending a gauntlet flying across the room with a thud. My armor reverting to a dress, I pulled it off, revealing my dampened panties beneath. Pulling them off and tossing them in the laundry pile, I walked in to the bathroom, using the simple magical devices to fill the brass tub with warm water. Laying down in the bath, I managed to calm down a bit. Another accident. Dammit, what is wrong with me? In front of that infuriating girl, as well. Why did I bother recruiting her? Even after I stopped others from mocking her incontinence, she still mocks me. Even from within her own soiled clothing and the troops are no better! The respect that’s normally there is gone when I lose control, replaced by veiled hatred that an incontinent girl like me could be in charge.
I sat in frustration for a while longer, wishing there was someone to comfort me or who cared. But there was no one. My father had disappeared a while ago, saying he had something to do before he died. That was the worst day I’ve had in a long time. He wouldn’t tell me anything more, just geared up in armor I didn’t know he had, took a sword I had never seen, and vanished, saying I would see him in the afterlife. My mood has been awful since then, and accidents have started happening again. They’re still uncommon, but I thought I had grown out of it. I’m not fit to lead like this. Sephoira doesn’t help. I thought it would be nice to have someone sympathetic, someone who’s much worse than me or even most of the other women, but she just responds with anger and mocking. I continued my frustrated thoughts for a while, eventually rising form the tub and drying off, collapsing in my bed. My worries fell away for the moment as I entered blissful sleep.
The next morning I awoke later than usual. Grimacing at the water clock, I quickly used the bathroom before getting dressed and heading out to the command center for my network. A pile of papers was already waiting for me, and my assistant Mark was standing by my office.
“Ma’am.” he greeted me, saluting. “I have the urgent reports.” I nodded, and he continued. “Spirhold has reports of a troll eating farmers. They will need a group of warriors armed appropriately for assistance. And the church in Miraun has reported a mighty artifact was stolen. A belt of strength and courage. Why such a small town has such a thing, no one knows. But such an artifact should not be allowed in the hands of thieves. I have already had an object made identical to the belt, along with a faux magical aura. My advice would be to recover the belt, but give the church back this instead.” He handed me a package. “We need it more than they do.”
I frowned and considered. While that was hardly the honest thing to do, I suppose it’s probably the best. Plus, I could have an artifact. I nodded, taking the package. “I’ll do this alone. The less who know, the better.”
He nodded, and I entered my office. Seeing the massive pile of papers waiting for me, I sighed. “Mark, take care of this. I’m heading out now.”
He grinned at my escape and sat down at the desk. “Have fun.” He called as I walked away.
I made my way to the armory. After gathering a few appropriate items, I collected eleven fire weapons. Heading to the training grounds, I quickly located Sephoira, who had risen to a position of command thanks to her skill. “Sephoira, I need you to take ten soldiers and go troll hunting near Spirhold. A scout will meet you in the inn there wit details.” I handed over the stack of weapons. “You’ll need these. Pick who you want to go with you. And good luck.” With that, I turned and headed for the stables, not waiting for a response from that infuriating redhead.
A while later, I was riding on horseback down the worn path towards Miraun. A spell directed me towards the missing belts location, and I veered off the track, entering a forest that stretched from here to the far city of Archeth. So the thief had fled ot the woods, towards Sheaholm and not away. Interesting.
The going was slow through the woods, my horse having trouble making its way through the thick greenery. Eventually, I dismounted and dismissed my magical steed, continuing on foot. A short while later I could hear sounds ahead; a few men were speaking. The artifact was close, but not enough to be where the sound was coming from. Moving surprisingly quietly in my plate armor, I approached the voices. A few men were camped around a fire, a pot of stew over it and the men happily eating. They were branded as Forest Wolves, frequent enemies of my forces. Perhaps they stole the artifact to give their leader an advantage. I had previously found their headquarters and personally defeated the woman in charge, but she had managed to escape, though not without completely soiling herself. I had hoped that might shake their faith in her, but I had seen nothing to indicate that was the truth.
I tensed as one of them spoke. “I heard something.” Rising, he walked, to my surprise, not towards me. As he approached the camp edge, a sword appeared in his gut. He fell back, his cry of pain cut off by a shield smashing his skull. A man stepped forward, short and well-muscled. He wore odd clothing, looking much more well-made then anything I’d seen, though it was not silk. I wasn’t sure what it was, but that hardly mattered. On one arm he had a gold shield, an odd pattern engraved on it. The other held a large, almost ghostly, blade with an eye near its hilt. He wore glasses as well, though they seemed extremely ornate for simple glasses. The others moved for their weapons, but the mysterious figure was already on them. He sliced one cleanly in half with his blade, reversing his grip and impaling another with a backhand stab. The third raised his blade, but a blast of shadow burst from the shield, engulfing the man and leaving behind no trace of his existence. Scanning the area, the man’s eyes settled on me.
I quickly rose, hands in the air. “I’m on your side, I believe.” I told him approaching. His sword and shield vanished, and he nodded. “I don’t suppose you know where the leader of these people is hiding?”
“I do, actually.” I replied. “I’m what passes for the law here. I came to deal with them.”
He nodded. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll accompany you. I’m sure I can make myself useful.”
I shrugged. “Let’s go.” As we followed the directions of my spell, I spoke. “So, who are you? And why are you hunting the Forest Wolves?”
“My name is Travis. I’m a…mercenary of sorts.” He said, though it was hesitant. Probably not the truth but I wasn’t going to pry further. “I’m searching for an artifact.” He replied. “I’m told they acquired it not too long ago. Its properties are…very important to someone, who thought it worth asking me to acquire it. It didn’t seem to difficult a task, so here I am.”
I grimaced. He would have to die, more than likely. The belt was mine. “Well, the help is certainly appreciated.” I responded. I could at least let him help. Maybe he’d tire himself out, make my job easier. It’s a shame I have to kill him, he isn’t too bad looking. I shook my head. Not the time to think that.
Soon enough, we neared he location of the belt. We approached an old ruin of some temple, its door rotted away. Inside, a woman I recognized as the Wolves leader, as well as ten armed men stood. I motioned for Travis to stop, but he had already done so. He touched one of the curious red and white capsules at his waist, and a purple…creature appeared. I don’t know how to describe it well. It was tall and humanoid, though too odd to be human. At any rate, it waved its hand, and the two men armed with crossbows turned to their fellows. Each fired once, slaying two of the Wolves with deadly bolts from point blank range.
The others quickly fell upon them, but then Travis moved. He leaped forward, sword and shield reforming, and tore in to the rear most man, cutting him apart with ease. The other seven turned, and he fought off the group, his sword and shield flashing to deflect blows. Occasionally, one seemed to slip past his guard only to harmlessly pass through him. The weird humanoid beside me held out its hands, and a sphere of energy shot forward, smashing in to a man and splattering him against a temple wall. Shaken out of my daze, I moved forward, approaching the leader.
She stood in the middle of a magic circle, chanting in some strange tongue and wearing the belt I sought. Anxious to disrupt whatever magic she was attempting, I stepped forward. The runes on the ground triggered, and a searing pain shot through my body. I fought back refusing to leak or even cry out from the pain. Quickly, it passed, and I stepped into the circle. The leader stopped her chant, drawing two scimitars and bringing them both down in a cross chop. My greatsword swung up to meet them, its greater weight and power forcing her back. I brought the greatsword in overhand raining blows on her. She desperately parried, but her swords were no match for the greatswords power. Strange, in the last fight she had fallen by now exhausted and soiled. She was still putting up a fight however, perhaps because of the belt. No matter.
A quick spell sent lighting coursing through her body, and her guard faltered. My sword cut deep into her shoulder, crippling one of her arms and sending her to her knees, Standing over her, I was disappointed to see her still clean. I raised my sword above her, and was satisfied as a puddle formed beneath her and her leather pants expanded in the back sagging with feces just before my sword plunged in to her chest. Blood joined the urine beneath her, and she collapsed in a puddle of her own bodily fluids, no longer breathing.
“Good job.” I heard from behind me. Travis approached, dismissing his minion with a touch to its capsule. I was curious about those, but I figured we could find out more about them once I took them from his corpse. He gingerly reached out for the woman, trying to stay out of the blood. I hesitated, not really wanting to kill him. Steeling myself, I raised my sword and brought it down towards him once I was certain his shadowy shield and sword had been dismissed.
Just before the blade hit, he seemed to disappear, and my blade slammed into the stone floor, cracking the solid surface. He reappeared, the shield floating over where I had struck. It vanished once again, and he touched a capsule at his side as he dodged back. “No messing around with you.” He muttered. A large creature appeared, seemingly a stone dinosaur. I swung at it, but one of the lenses of his glasses glowed, and a glowing shield formed around the creature. It was obscured for a moment with brightness, my sword turned aside by the barrier. Then the shield shattered, and the most horrifying creature I had ever seen stood before me. It was a massive thing, at least twelve feet tall, and almost entirely spiked. Its evil red eyes and massive teeth stared down at me, joined by a maw with similar evil eyes in its chest. Its two arms each ended in massive claws, each as big as a short sword.
I felt my underwear dampened, and cursed my weakness. Its clawed hand reached for me, and I whispered, “Block.” Its hand was turned aside, and it paused in confusion. I took the opportunity to slam my sword into it again and again, but the weapon bounced off harmlessly each time. Finally, its other arm slammed my greatsword aside, sending it flying across the room. My hands sparked with lighting, and I poured everything I had into the creature. Lighting played across its body, but it didn’t even seem to notice. Its arm grabbed me in those massive claws, and my bladder convulsed in fear. There was nothing I could do to it. My panties flooded with urine, liquid splattering the inside of my armor and pooling in the extended leg portion. It other hand reached for my head, and I closed my eyes. My bowels convulsed, and my panties filled with a foul mess, some of it escaping and staining my thighs and the inside of my armor. When I didn’t die, I hesitantly opened my eyes to see it had simply lifted my visor, and turned me to face Travis.
“What the hell was that about?” he asked.
“I…I needed the belt. And I didn’t think you’d give it up without a fight.”
He sighed and touched the capsule, dismissing the creature holding me. He caught me as I fell, and I could feel tears forming as I waited for the insults at the sloshing noise that came from my armor.
He frowned. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
I almost didn’t answer, but I was too frustrated to think clearly. “I soiled myself!” I cried in frustration. “I can’t even stay in control for a fight! The instant I’m losing, I turn in to a child!”
He wiped my tears, holding me as sobs overtook me. “It’s alright…” he said quietly. “You aren’t a child. That was no mere sword, nor even a monster or dragon. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Gods have soiled themselves before that thing.”
I was stunned. For once, someone was comforting me, instead of mocking. Though he might be overdoing it. Even my assistant made jabs at me occasionally, even if I knew he meant nothing by them. I detected no lie in his voice either. Not even the last part. My sobbing slowly came to an end, and I composed myself.
Seeing I had recovered, he gently released me. Walking over to the leader’s corpse, he carefully removed the belt. Drawing a small device, he scanned the belt, then pocketed the device. Walking over, he handed me the belt. “Here, have this. It will make sure even something like that doesn’t frighten you. With this, you will be what you are striving for so hard.”
I took the belt, staring in amazement at the gemstone studded artifact. Embossed in gold upon the belt were the words, “Strength through life, courage unending.” I transformed my armor to a dress, ignoring its soiled state. Pulling the dress over my head, I Strapped on the belt. I felt strength flood through me, and I knew he was right. With this, I could be what I wanted. No longer forced to soil myself at danger, however rare it was. No longer forced to tolerate Sephoira's taunts among others. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him passionately.
He eagerly responded, and eventually I pulled away. Slowly, my brain comprehended what was happening, and I blushed deep red. I was standing in front of a man, who I just kissed, and I had pulled off everything but my bra and badly soiled panties, and this belt. I barely knew him! But he was the only one who ever comforted me. And he was clearly interested, although he tried not to act like it. His pants could hardly hide it.
I made my decision, which looking back now was almost certainly too hasty. I kissed him again before her could protest, and pulled him down to the ground. I hadn’t done this before, but figured this was as good a time to start as any.
I was clumsy and inexperienced as I nearly tore his pants off followed by his underclothes. What I lacked for in experience I made up for with raw unbridled passion directed towards the who showed me compassion and understanding where others met me with scorn and disgust. I acted confident, pretended I knew what I was doing and mimicked what I had heard the bar flies speaking of what the liked to do men. I didn't even bother to remove my messy panties and I don't think he particularly minded as I took him in my mouth clumsily bobbing up and down. Eventually he sat up and layed my body down removing my utterly ruined underwear and we made love all the while I wore my new prized posession.
The next morning, I woke up, lying tight against Travis’s body. Neither of us were clothed save for my belt, not that we cared. I slowly wriggled out of his grasp, cleaning myself with a quick spell. Seeing the state of my fouled armor and clothes, I quickly took care of those as well, and dressed myself again, making sure to don the belt underneath my dress.
When I turned, I saw Travis staring at me, a slight smile on his face. He rose, collecting his clothes and dressing.
We made our way back to Sheaholm, both mounted on my magical horse. When we arrived, we were greeted not without surprise by the guards. Murmurs spread in hushed whispers from passerby’s as I rode through town with a man on the horse with me. Soon enough we arrived at the command center. My assistant looked up with interest as we entered.
“Was the mission a success? he asked. “Or did you just pick up a date instead?
Travis, who had been silent a long time, unsure of his surroundings, finally spoke. “Both, I think.”
I giggled. “Yes, both.”
Mark stared at me in wonder. Both giggling and being with a man were things he had never seen me do or expected. “Well…can I see it?” he asked, curious as to why I was still carrying the package.
“Sorry, I’m wearing it.” I replied. He nodded, adding with a smirk. “I see, only for his eyes. Gotcha. Did you deliver the fake?”
I shook my head, ignoring his comment. “No, I..had other things to deal with. I’m sure an agent can deal with it easily.”
He nodded again, rising and taking the package. “Well, it’s getting late. I’ll be leaving, if you don’t mind. I need to find someone for tonight as well.” He said with a wink.That hadn’t even occurred to me. There was a ball tonight, at the capital. A wizard was planning on bringing all those interested to the capital in a few hours. I hadn’t planned on going, but now… I turned to Travis, and he shrugged. “I have nothing to wear.”
I smiled speaking with girlish excitement “That can be dealt with. We should go get prepared as well.” I said before dragged him off to my home.
Edited February 5, 2015 by Linkx
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It has been a while but a new chapter has come. I wanted to write something a little sad but with a bit of a happy ending. There's a lot of subtext involved with Sephoira that I don't really think I could capture in such a short story. Sephoira is a very damaged character and no matter how she tries to hide it through money or alcohol its always there gnawing at the back of her mind. A thank you to blooper for letting me use Izzy and Clementine as they will come into play later in her story.
A new family
I knew it was going to be a trying night from the moment the horizon consumed the remaining glimpses of sunlight I could just tell. I’d finally finished my time working for Clawdette and left without even saying goodbye. If I stayed to say goodbye I don’t know if I could have pulled myself away from her… The long red hair the irritatingly cute face. Damnit why was I so entranced by that woman. It hurt inside and like all things that hurt I sought comfort in the bottom of the wine bottle. It was no different today especially since my mind drifted to home as I tore away from Sheaholm and Clawdette. It was a painfully silent ride and all I could think about was my cowardice. I couldn’t even work up the nerve to tell her I thought she was cute. What the hell would she want to do with a weakling like me seemed to be one of the main thoughts echoing through my mind as I pressed onward and away from my troubles.
I guess running away is just how I’d learned to deal with things. Not that it is healthy but then again neither is my drinking. Clawdette, my parents and my growing public humiliation was weighing heavily on my mind as I reigned in my horse stopping in a small town for the night. Hoping there was a barkeep I could shoot the breeze with at the very least over a bottle of wine to clear my head of things. I tied my horse up outside the tavern and slowly walked in. Other than my sword knocking against my thigh and my boots thumping against the creaky wooden floor it was eerily silent. A lone man sat passed out over a table in the back and the barkeep look wholly disinterested as I walked in. A real charming place… well not really but a quick glance at the wine rack behind him showed one of my favorites. It couldn’t be all bad if they had ’27 Shallian red. I took a seat at the bar and the man looked at me holding his hand out and grunted “deposit”.
He must have seen the blank look on my face that said I had no idea what he was talking about. With a condescending sigh and a slight shake of his head he pointed at a well written sign that read “All women must wear protection or place a five gold cleaning deposit to be returned upon departure providing she has not soiled herself.” I mouthed the words in disbelief to myself simultaneously blushing and glaring at the demeaning sign. I protested halfheartedly as my string of recent bouts of incontinence flashed through my mind. “But that’s ridiculous…” I said with a huff already reaching for the gold. “No sweetheart, what’s ridiculous is you lot showing up in my tavern drinking too much and wetting all over my floor… or worse. So either you give me the gold or you purchase a diaper from me and go put it on.” He said with a faint smirk twisting his lips. I tossed five gold at him gritting my teeth. I didn’t feel like arguing with him and there was no way in hell I was going to wear a diaper. The man clearly didn’t aspire to the philosophy of the customer always being right.
“Confident eh?” he chuckled pocketing the coins before he asked “What will it be then?” he asked in a gruff voice. “The 27 Shallian…” I said as I pointed to the bottle of luxuriously red liquid. He nodded pulling the unopened bottle off the rack and proceeded to uncork the bottle. Retrieving a dingy goblet he placed the glass in front of me before pouring the liquid in. To him I was just a strange redhead outsider. I kept the pain inside masked well enough and when he went to put the bottle away I held my hand over his wrist and spoke. “The bottle…” He just shrugged and set it next to me before turning away going about his business of ignoring his only chance at a decent tip that night. That first glass… it’s like a velvet caress as it goes down your throat that brings along fuzzy warmth you can lose yourself in. I slowly began to unwind giving into my addiction but every time I looked down into my glass the swirling red liquid just reminded me of her hair. I quickly finished the glass before pouring another and another. By glass four I was feeling comfortably numb my thoughts a mix of disconnected self-introspection and wandering non sequiturs brought on by my growing inebriation. The wine wasn’t helping as much as I’d hoped despite how I savored the taste. My shattered home life was making me sick and I was longing to just hear my parents say they were proud of me. I think I was almost in tears at that point. There was maybe a glass left in the bottle and the room was nearly spinning around me. I tossed enough gold on the bar top to cover the bottle of wine minus my deposit of course and made my way out; I hadn’t pissed on his precious barstool so he could go fuck himself for all I cared.
I didn’t remember walking being so difficult as I stumbled out of the bar wine bottle in hand. It was late out and I needed to find a place to crash as passing out in an alley didn’t sound that appealing. “One foot in front of the other…” I managed to get out of the bar repeating that to myself nearly losing my balance multiple times. Leaning against the door frame I took a deep breath filling my lungs with the cool crisp air of the isolated town. The chill night air sharpened my senses slightly but really it just made me acutely aware of the wine that had gone right through me resulting in a very full bladder. From the alley beside me I heard a surprised shriek and a low growling. The sudden scream was enough to loosen the tenuous hold over my bladder briefly. A sudden surge of warmth filled my panties before I surprisingly managed to stop it and a singular rivulet of pee traced its way down my leg.
As much as I like to deny it sometimes I guess there is good in me. Stumbling forward I managed to stay upright keeping my hand against the wall of the tavern for support. I made it into the mouth of the alley eyes still adjusting to the dimly lit night. I saw something that instantly transported me to my past. A young redhead was backed against the wall, stick in hand. Her aggressor was a rabid snarling wolf intent on making an easy meal of the girl no older than six or seven. “Get back! I said get back!” The kid said almost as if she expected it to get back swinging her stick at the beast. Her misguided exuberance was commendable but I couldn’t just let her get eaten. She reminded me of myself as a kid adventuring through the woods adjacent to our farm pretending any odd branch was my trusty sword. I shouted at the creature in my drunken state slurring my words slightly “Leave her alone!” I don’t know why I thought it would understand me. It responded to the loud noise however and turned towards me snarling. Its eyes glowed in the moon and dread washed over me as in my current state I was even more prone to such fears. A wash of pee dribbled out from between my legs glistening droplets fell to the ground and my thighs warmed as I lost control again. Somehow I managed to fight through my fear and drunkenness and I looked down at the wine bottle I still clutched. Flipping it around in my hand I hurled it at the wolf scoring a direct hit as it shattered against the beast’s skull. Shards of broken glass cut into its jowls; I now had its full attention.
With a surprised whimper it paused looking at me in irritation. It was dazed for no more than a second before it snarled aloud and lunged at me. I fumbled for my sword but by the time I was about to draw my blade a fur covered wrecking ball of muscle and sinew careened into me knocking me flat on my back. The snarling suddenly above me, the smacking into the ground mixed with a wine fueled bladder only had one outcome. I whimpered as a flood of golden urine escaped me with a noisy hiss that echoed in the alley audible even above the wolves growling. In an instant I was laying in my own golden puddle. It steamed against the cold night and quickly turned lukewarm. The acrid scent stung my nose but I had a snarling wolf above me that was of a more pressing concern.
Its claws scratched at my breastplate as its jaw divulging rows of razor sharp canine’s snapped at my face. I narrowly avoided having my face bitten off jerking my head side to side before I managed to get a hold of its throat keeping its snarling bloody maw away from me. With a grunt of effort I shoved the muscular beast back and in an adrenaline fueled flash my sword was out and the beast run through. The little girl stared in amazement at my actions but all I noticed was the fact that her pants were still bone dry and I had completely, degradingly urinated uncontrollably in fear. She must have thought I was just about the coolest person in the world but I felt miserable. The blissful glee of my inebriation turned sour and I flopped back sitting with my back against the alley wall and started sobbing. I held my head in my hands feeling the warm drips of sadness running down my cheeks as I held my head in my hands. The little girl assumed I was just distraught about my accident which to be fair was partially accurate but not entirely true. Bless her heart she just walked up to me and placed her hand on my shoulder. I looked up bleary eyed at her and she just smiled at me goofily. “It’s ok miss… don’t cry. I was scared too…” she said trying to reassure me. “Mom says that happens sometimes, you shouldn’t get so sad about it.” She continued acting almost like it had never happened. I sniffled a few times wiping my eyes completely unaware of how silly the scene was. I, a grown woman of at least twice her age in tears because among other reasons I had wet myself being reassured by the child I had rescued.
Her kind words helped a little and I managed to pull myself up sheathing my sword. I grimaced just feeling dirty grime and dust clung to my legs where I had been sitting in my own pee. The tails of my skirt were utterly soaked and I reeked of piss but she didn’t seem to care. “Come on… let’s get you home.” I said still feeling rather drunk. Between the cold air and the adrenaline at least I felt I could walk straight. The young girl nodded and led the way. As we departed the alley she reached up grabbing my hand holding it in her own. I couldn’t help but chuckle as it looked like I was taking my redhead daughter out for a late night stroll. She was enamored with me, a real bundle of energy. Entranced by the idea of adventure I just saw more and more of myself in her as we walked. I told her tales of my past adventures not forgetting to leave out certain more embarrassing details punctuating my stories with the occasional drunken hiccup.
The time flew and shortly we arrived at a nondescript dwelling. I raised my hand to knock on the door but before I could make any noise it swung open. She was a very unique looking woman, long blackish blue hair and a few strange psionic markings on her face; However at this drunken point in my life she was just a stern looking mother rather displeased at her daughter's late night escapades. “Clementine what do you think you're doing out of the house?!” she asked sternly looking down at her red haired daughter seeming to ignore me. I opened my mouth to explain the situation but I was too slow. She began speaking a mile a minute repeating everything that happened much to my embarrassment including in vivid detail me wetting myself when the wolf tackled me. I blushed and looked down there was really no hiding it and I took a step back ready to go now that I knew she was safe. When she mentioned my accident however the woman turned to me sniffing the air examining my skirt gaining a sympathetic look. She wrinkled her nose getting the scent of the acrid smell of piss and alcohol. “Oh you poor thing come in. You can stay here tonight, it's the least I can do for helping bring my foolish daughter back. I tried to think of some sort of excuse but again I was too slow the alcohol dulling my usually sharp tongue. Her hand wrapped around mine firmly pulling me inside despite my protests.
I was led to the bathroom where she started running a warm bath for me. She was surprisingly strong I hardly knew what was going on before I found myself stripped of my armor and clothes. “W...wait I can do this myself...” I meekly said as she lifted me up with ease and set me in the tub. “Nonsense.” she said with a faint grin as she gathered my urine soaked clothes. I just nodded as I sunk into the warm water letting my tension melt away. She was just so nice to me and caring I couldn't help but submit. I think subconsciously it was the motherly attention I had so long craved since running away from home I allowed her to treat me like that a warm bath certainly did hurt either... I scrubbed myself clean and just relaxed in the warm water slipping under a few times as the tinge of alcohol started to fade from my system. I was almost thinking straight when I finally pulled myself from the now tepid water of the tub. A towel rested on the counter and with my clothes presumably being cleaned I dried myself off; I wrapped my body inside it hiding my nude figure. I felt refreshed, relaxed and much less on edge than I had earlier. She must have heard me getting out of the bath because no sooner than I wrapped the towel around myself the strange blue haired woman came in without even knocking.
I balked at her forwardness and she seemed to ignore any pretense of consideration and treated me as if I was her daughter. “Now that you're all cleaned up I'll show you to your bed. Oh and by the way you can call me Izzy... what should I call you unless you'd prefer I just keep calling you poor thing.” she said with a chuckle. I blushed and looked at the ground, my usual fiery bluster was replaced by innocent bashfulness and I mumbled a response. “Its um... Sephoira.” I said as she led me out of the room. “Well Sephoira your clothes were soaked and a bit grimy but they'll be clean by morning. For now you may sleep here.” She said leading me to a spare room with a set of pajamas laid out on the bed for me. “Those should fit you.” she said still with that same warm caring smile. I mumbled my thanks and moved towards the clothes. “You don't need any protection for the bed do you?” she asked meaning well but causing me to blush as I was caught off-guard by the question. “I... well.. no of course not!” I stammered back. She just shrugged and smiled at me. “Just thought I'd ask... your panties are a bit stained. I'll fetch you another pair.” she said with a smile as she left me absolutely mortified. I lowered my towel now in private. The night clothes she left for me were quite nice; fine silks and quality stitching. I heard the door open and whirled around as she entered again. Naturally I tried to cover certain parts of my body as she seemed to pay little attention to my naked state. “Oh and we'll be having breakfast in the morning. I'm sure you'll want something for that hangover.” she said before departing once more. Her voice was comforting but there was a hint of disappointment like she expected better of me than to drink so much. I still stood awkwardly one hand covering between my legs the other holding the shirt over my chest.
With more than my fair share of embarrassment for the night I was left in peace. The bed looked fantastic and I was exhausted. After pulling my clothes on I collapsed and was unconscious in a matter of minutes. I slept like a rock not even waking when Izzy came into my room to check on me which I would learn of after I woke. When I did wake in the morning it was pleasant enough. The sun was streaming in through the window and I rolled over basking in its warm glow with a faint crinkle. I blinked completely at a loss for the bulk I could feel between my legs and the noise it was making. I rolled over returning to my back and raised the sheets. What I was greeted with was potentially the most embarrassing sight I've ever seen. My pajama pants were gone instead replaced by a tight fitting diaper. Childish images of warrior princesses and monsters adorned the garment and I was at a loss for words. I stared in disbelief for a few moments before I realized I had other issues. I had managed to avoid wetting the bed... or so I thought and my primary and secondary business needed relieving rather urgently. With a groan I went to pull back the covers when I saw it. A spider the size of a gold piece slowly ambling its way up the sheets towards me. Its beady black eyes, its furry little body. I did my best not to scream but I couldn't stop myself from letting out a mewling cry of panic.
As much as it pains me to admit it Izzy putting me in a diaper probably saved her from having to replace those sheets as a mewling cry wasn't the only thing I let out. My morning business rushed out of me as I filled the childish diaper. I lost control of both my bowels and my bladder and almost instantaneously I was sitting in my own shit surrounded by the warm wet feeling of a soggy diaper. The smell filled the room and even though I was still hiding under the sheet there was really no question about what I had done in my pants... well my diaper. Clementine must have been nearby when I cried out because she burst into the room to find me clutching the sheet in both hands nearly paralyzed in fear smelling heavily of shit.
Clementine blinked in confusion wondering what had me so frightened. I managed to whimper and point at the arachnid that had me so worked up. She stared at it in disbelief before looking up at me and back at the spider. I clearly was loosing the coolness I had gained with her the night before. She came over bringing her fist down with a disgusting crunch as the exoskeleton shattered beneath the girls hand. The sound almost made me throw up. I don't know how she could just touch a spider like that. "Th...thanks." I said quietly as I started to recover my composure. The young girl just replied with a giggle and a nod which just made me feel more childish. Why was I so scared of those stupid things and a seven year old can handle herself perfectly fine. I thought to myself glumly as I sat up with a wet squish. The look of disgust on my face must have amused her greatly because she started giggling again before calling out. "Mooooooom Sephoira pooped her diaper." she was so nonchalant about it my jaw almost hit the floor as my face turned crimson hearing her utter those words in the same sentence. There was no getting around it though I was wearing a child's diaper and I had vacated my bowels in it. "W...what are you doing!? Don't tell her that! Keep your voice down!" I tried to tell her feeling very much like the younger sister being caught with her full diaper. Clementine however just grinned and stuck her tongue out at me.
A few moment's later Izzy came in wrinkling her nose as she entered. "Oh dear..." she muttered to herself getting a whif of the foul smell coming from my accident. "Clementine go to your room and play for a bit, leave little Sephoira alone. You wouldn't like it if she announced when you had an accident." She blushed but knew better than to argue so off she went shutting the door behind her. Izzy continued walking over sitting on the edge of the bed giving me a motherly smile. "I guess its a good thing I put you in one of those..." she began slowly. "I came in last night and you were soaked, poor thing." she said explaining why I was wearing a diaper. "You were so exhausted you didn't even wake up when I changed you. I realized I had wet the bed but she had taken care of me while I slept. "So... are you going to tell me what happened here?" she asked curiously as she took the covers from my hand and slowly lowered them exposing my slender legs and sodden diaper. There was really no way out and she had been so nice I couldn't bring myself to lie to her. "I.... I woke up and really needed to go but then I saw a spider on my bed and I... I had an accident...." I said in a rush as my eyes started to water with shame. When I finished with the word accident I started crying again. I was disgusted with myself for more reason than one and I just leaned against her wrapping my arms around the complete stranger of a woman hugging her tightly as I sniffled.
Izzy said nothing as I sobbed and only stroked my hair gently as I got it all out of my system. "There there... accidents happen to big girls too." she said trying to reassure me it was all ok. Eventually I stopped crying and she helped me out of bed telling me to lay on the floor and stay still. I layed next to the bed legs bowed out in an awkward post to avoid squishing the load in my diaper even further. As sick as it all was though I was reveling in her attention. Something about her caring for me just struck a chord. It satisfied my longing to have loving parents again. She quickly returned with a few supplies and approached me. "Ok, lets get you all cleaned up." She said sounding rather chipper for being about to help her deal with a messy diaper. I gagged at the smell as she opened my diaper ripping open the tapes on each side. I was actually laying down to have my diaper changed. The embarrassment all seemed to run together and I just looked away letting her do what she wanted. She had a damp rag and gently wiped me clean until my bottom was no longer coated in my own effluence. Once she had finished she gave me a faint smile and got up to open a window. “There, all clean. Now... I got you these but after last night and this morning I'm not so sure I should let you wear them.” She retrieved the replacement pair of panties she had procured for me. I scrambled to my feet naked from the waist down really not wanting to be put in another diaper. “I promise I'll do better” I blurted out as if I was trying to prove something to her. She raised her eyebrow giving me an I don't know look but relented tossing them at me. “Ok Sephoira but you'd better keep those clean.” She said uttering a thinly veiled threat of being put back in diapers should I fail to keep from wetting my pants. “There are some clothes in the closet you can wear. Why don't you get dressed and go play with Clementine until breakfast is ready.” she suggested. “She was so enamored with you last night you should have heard how she spoke of you like I was chopped dragon food because I don't really use a sword.” she chuckled before leaving the room.
I didn't understand why I was so docile. I should have bitten her head off for some of the things she did or said to me but the attention she was giving me. Even if it wasn't all positive I couldn't help trying to soak up as much of it as I could before I went on my way. She made me feel... loved. With a sigh I began rifling through the closet for something to wear. Settling on a plain pair of tight fitting hide pants and a white tanktop I dressed to find they fit surprisingly well. With the room to myself I could now feel the dull throb of a headache. The hangover wasn't too bad but still certainly not pleasant. I felt a little sick to my stomach as I left my room just glad it wasn't worse. I walked past the kitchen inhaling deeply at the scent of sizzling meats and eggs and Izzy chuckled before pointing to the door. “She went outside, it will be ready soon.” I nodded and she gave me a glass of water teeling me firmly “Drink” which I thankfully consumed. Setting the empty glass down I continued outside but not before giving a longing look back at the food.
The warmth of the sun reinvigorated me and I couldn't help but chuckle seeing the kid swinging an appropriately sized practice sword hacking at a tree. “Good form kid.” I called out chuckling as I picked up another practice sword that rested on the porch Spinning it in my hand I showed her a few strikes and we turned her morning play into a lesson on swordsmanship. She was a natural but I was beginning to expect there was more to these two than I thought. She beamed when I gave her a slight bit of praise and it seemed all my misgivings in front of her were banished from her mind and once again I was the awesome sword fighter. “So, wanna fight?” she asked with a large grin plastered on her face. I wasn't sure if she was serious but I just chuckled. “Sure you want to do that?” I asked meeting her grin with one of my own. She was all smiles as she lunged at me using a thrust I had just showed her. I parried but didn't take advantage of sending her offguard going easy on her. I would come to regret that later. She poked jabbed and slashed at me performing a variety of moves. Some of her strikes were what I had taught her others an amalgamation of improvised moves. I wasn't taking it too seriously but the girl was good especially considering how young she was. I'm not sure if she could tell I wasn't taking it seriously but she paused for a second catching her breath when her eyes flashed with magic as she waved her hand through the air.
I'm pretty ignorant when it comes to magic but I know when a spell has been cast and she definitely did something. She took off at me like a bolt from a crossbow. I actually had to focus bringing my sword up to defend against her strikes. They carried little power but they came so fast. The haste spell in conjunction with her youthful exuberance even allowed her to get a few strikes through stinging me on the thigh or the arm. I was working up a sweat trying to keep up with her when I parried a clumsy thrust and with a quick riposte smacked her over the head with the flat of the wooden sword. I chuckled when she stumbled back reeling in surprise. “Still got a long way to go before you can beat me kid. I said with a chuckle as she rubbed her head and glowered at me. Her eyes flashed with magic again determined to show me what she was capable of. She darted at me again leading with a feint and I knew what it was. I readied my blade to block what I thought would be a slash but instead somehow she managed to turn it into a thrust avoiding my defensive blow. The tip of her wooden sword jabbed against my exposed flesh of my midriff under my tanktop. The instant her sword touched me her spell was unleashed. I had seen similar acts of channeling magic through a weapon on occasion in the past but never would have expected such talents from one so young. A burst of electricity coursed through my body and sent me flying back. I stumbled managing to land on my feet but couldn't keep my footing and fell flat on my back. Groaning loudly I looked up to see her proudly standing over me, have I mentioned I hate magic recently because I hate magic more than you know. She looked down at me before her eyes darted down my body and then back up. Being knocked against the ground after vigorous exercise really wasn't helping my hangover. I laid in the dust for a second before I heard her calling for Izzy again. It was then I realized, she didn't remind me of myself but Clawdette. The magic... the determination... the continence. Even her red hair matched the hue of Clawdette's better than my own.
“Moooooooom Sephoira peed her pants again.” she announced loudly. “I did?!” I blurted out looking down. Sure enough a sizable wet splotch radiated from between my legs discoloring the hide trousers I was wearing. I hadn't even noticed until she pointed it out but being zapped in the bladder can do that. With a grunt I pulled myself up shaking my head as Izzy approached from the house. With a sigh she easily spotted the wetness on my pants. “Go ahead and clean her up Clementine, its not too bad so prestidigitation will be fine. Then come in and eat you two, the food is ready” She said giving me a critical look for trusting me with panties. Averting my gaze I heard Clementine giggling as she waved her hand over my wet pants and I found myself dry again. “Come on, lets go eat.” she said tossing her sword aside. I nodded slowly pulling myself to my feet following her back inside rubbing my stomach where I was sure a bruise would form. Izzy just smiled pointing at the table already set with plates for each of us. “I guess somebody had a bit too much fun.” she said with a faint snicker at my dignity's expense. “Its fine though go on and eat up girls.” I just nodded glumly and silently ate. The food was excellent and rather uplifting. “Your clothes and armor are in your room Sephoira.” she said in between mouthfulls of food. “It was a pleasure having you with us, Clementine so rarely has anyone to keep her company.” she said with a warm smile. I nodded and quickly finished my food excusing myself to my room. I was more than ready to leave and in the process of redressing in my own clothes when Izzy came in approaching from behind.
I heard her coming in but didn't turn around when I felt her hand gently rest on my shoulder. “Feel free to come back any time Sephoira.” she said turning me around to face her. She hugged me tightly and I rested my head on her shoulder as I gratefully returned the embrace. “Thank you...” I whispered starting to feel my eyes water again. Eventually she pulled away with a smile and left me to finish putting on my armor. I strapped my sword to my hips and quickly made my way out giving a curt goodbye to Clementine before stepping out of their house and on my way. It wouldn't by the last time I ran into those two. |
Even though I originally planned for this story to be a oneshot: https://omorashi.org/topic/23282-locked-out-after-school/ I felt like continuing it might be fun. So I decided to make a little series out of it that I hope to make for it.
It had been a couple of months after the incident. We became close friends and I found myself hanging out with Katie after school almost every day. Hard to believe that before then, we never even paid attention to the others existence. Anyway, we were getting on the bus, about to head home after the class field trip.
“Hey there.” She said, sitting next to me on the aisle side. “Why do you always sit by yourself? You’re always so quiet in class.”
“I’m just a little shy, that’s all. It’s not easy for me for to talk to people in large groups.” Once the bus was loaded up, we began our two hour journey back home. It was pretty quiet, as most of the students were tired from the tour of the world’s least interesting museum, at least that’s what I thought. Still, I enjoyed getting a chance to be with Katie on the trip to the museum. I don’t know why, but I’m starting to like spending more and more time with her.
“So what’d you think of the museum, I thought it was the most boring thing ever.”
“Same here. Are you feeling alright?” I asked because I knew she just broke up with her boyfriend a couple of days ago. She was so upset I had to comfort her all night then.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well that situation you had with, you know, him.”
“It’s fine.” She suddenly cut me off. “I’m fine. I’m so over it.” I could tell in her voice she wasn’t. He meant a lot to her, she would always tell me about the things they did every time we hung out. I felt really bad about the whole thing, because I overheard some classmates saying that he left her because she spent too much time with me.
“Ok then.” I let the subject go and we sat in silence for a short while. Then about a half an hour into the trip I noticed she was fidgeting a little. I paid no mind at first, I thought she was simply being restless, I knew I was. It wasn’t until she put her hand in her crotch that I had to ask. “Are you ok?”
“I thought you were just going to let that go.”
“No I mean, like do you need.” I blushed when I realized how awkward I was sounding.
“Oh, a little. I didn’t get a chance to use the bathroom in the museum before we left.” She took a gulp from her water bottle so I thought she’d be fine. Aside from when we first met, I don’t believe I ever saw her desperate for a pee so I figured that our encounter was just chance. She was wearing tight jeans and a tee-shirt, Spring had just started though I thought it was still too cold for that type of outfit. She warmed up again and we chatted for another half hour until she suddenly became quiet. She was starting to hold herself steadily now.
“I didn’t think it was that bad” I laughed before she gave me a death stare. I stopped right away. “It’ll be ok right.”
“I hope. I shouldn’t have drank that bottle, I just did it so you wouldn’t think I needed to go that bad, but it made it a lot worse.” She looked around to make sure no one was looking and doubled over to get better control of herself. “How much longer?”
“I don’t know, maybe another 45 minutes.” I answered. She sighed and just sat still holding herself and we didn’t talk for some time. Eventually we saw a sigh that said we were about 15 minutes out from town.”
“Ok, you can do. You’re a big girl, you can hold it.” I heard her say under her breath. It looked like she was getting really bad, her leg was shaking and she had both hands holding it.
“Are you alright?” I asked quietly.
“I’m fine!” She responded almost loud enough for others on the bus to hear. The response made me back off from her. “Sorry, it’s just that you’ve been asking me that a lot.”
“It’s just because I care about you. I don’t mean to be too much.”
It fine, I’m just a little on edge. I really don’t think I can hold it much longer.” With ten minutes from the school she shouldn’t stop moving. When she leaned back to calm herself I could even see her bladder bulging from her jeans. It must have been tough to have it pressing on her bladder so tightly.
“Maybe you should unbutton your jeans, to take some pressure from your bladder.”
“What? I don’t know, you’ll see my underwear.”
“I think that’s better than having it make you pee yourself.” She pondered over it for a little and decided to unbutton her jeans. I could see her cute pink panties, again I tried not to look in respect for her situation.
“Thanks, that feels a lot better.” She was able to maintain control as we pulled up to the school, by now school had been over and our class were the only people there. As all of the students got up to leave, both Katie and I waited for a moment.
“Ok, I’ll go first so people don’t see you holding yourself.” She let me through and she buttoned herself back up, causing her to grimace at the sudden increase in pressure. We slowly got off and stood with the others as our teacher made sure everyone made it back. After that, she let all of us go. Since school had closed down, Katie couldn’t go in to use the bathroom. So we went straight to my car, I had recently got my license and I drove us to and from school every day.
“Please drive fast.” She begged me as she sat down.
“I’ll try, but I wouldn’t exactly like to lose my driving privilege so soon.” I got out of the parking lot, our homes were about 15 minutes away from the school. I looked over to her and I could see that she was really suffering from her full bladder. Even with her pants unbutton, it didn’t seem that the pressure didn’t relieve her. Both her hands were jammed tightly in her crotch, and she couldn’t stop moving at all. Then that’s when it happened.
“No please not now!” I heard her say. We were at a red light when I looked over her, tears running down her face. “Please, stop no I can’t hold it anymore.” I looked down and I saw a wet patch growing on her pants and her urine began to pool in the car seat. Her hands were no longer holding it as she buried her face in embarrassment. “Don’t look, this is so humiliating.” I could feel myself getting hard and when the light turned green I quickly drove home while we didn’t say anything. I parked my car in my driveway and she slowly got out. The car seat was soaked and so were her pants.
“It’s ok.” I said as I quickly ran around my car to give her a tight hug.
“No, it’s not ok. I just wet my pants like a child. I’m a 16 year old teen, we don’t do this.”
“It’s fine, everyone has accidents every once in a while.” She didn't stop crying as I held her, for whatever reason, even though this girl had one of the sexiest accidents I had ever seen, all I wanted to do was comfort her. Watching her lose control turned me on a lot, yet that’s not what I was thinking when I parked. “Let me help you get cleaned up, my parents aren’t home so you can wash up there so your parents don’t have to know.”
“Thanks.” She wiped her tears of her cheek and we walked into my house.
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Chapter 1: Sakura and Tomoyo
At the pool, Sakura was having fun swimming when she had to go to the bathroom. She got out of the water and went to the bathroom, but found too many people inside. Sakura tried to wait, but her desperation was getting worse. She ran off to find another place and met her new Tomoyo. "How are you, Tomoyo-san?" asked Sakura, trying to hide her desperation. "I'm trying to find something to film with my new camera," Tomoyo said. She could see Sakura's discomfort and couldn't help but think she looked cute.
"I understand your prediciment," said Tomoyo. "I can find you a place to go to the bathroom." Sakura did her best to smile greatfully at her. As Tomoyo led her to a wooded area, she said suddenly, "I know something I can film! I could film you going outside." Sakura blushed. "We'll keep it between us," promised Tomoyo. "Just think about it." When they came to a good spot, Tomoyo said, "Well?" while holding up her camera. Sakura looked determined. "I have to go so bad I don't care if you watch or film me." She bent down, holding onto a branch with one hand and pulling her bathing suit to the side with her other hand.
Tomoyo filmed from the bushes behind Sakura. Sakura looked nervous, but heard Tomoyo's soft, sweet voice. "That's it. Just relax and act natural." Something about her voice and words calmed Sakura. She relaxed and peed onto the grass. She sighed in relief, watching her pee make a nice, bubbly puddle. She was too immersed in the wonderful feeling of relief to care about Tomoyo sounding delighted and looking like she was watching the cutest thing. Tomoyo came out and filmed Sakura from all angles, focusing on the growing puddle, the stream from her vagina, and Sakura's expressions of relief. Sakura found it a curious feeling to have a camera all over her while peeing, but found she didn't mind too much when done by a friend. Finally, her peeing stopped and Tomoyo helped Sakura clean herself.
"This is the best footage I ever taken!" said Tomoyo. "To thank you, why don't you film me?" She handed Sakura the camera and proceeded to pee onto the ground. Sakura filmed from all angles, finding this more fun then she thought. Years later, Sakura and Tomoyo giggled as they watched the old tape. "You were so cute back then, Sakura-chan," said Tomoyo. "I never thought something like that could be fun," said Sakura. "I'm glad it helped us become best friends."
Chapter 2: Sakura and Rika
At school, Sakura enjoyed the cookies her classmate Rika brought. She was impressed Rika baked them and Rika invited her to her place for more. As they walked home, Rika felt pressure on her bladder. She tried to not notice, but the feeling got worse as time went on. "Are you alright, Rika-san?" asked Sakura. "I'm fine," said Rika. She could not keep her legs apart now. Sakura noticed. "Do you have to go to the bathroom?" she asked. "Yes," said Rika, knowing she couldn't hide it.
"Can you wait until we get to your place?" asked Sakura. "I don't know if I can," said Rika. "Well, you could go around here," said Sakura. "It's a secluded area." "I can't do something like that," said Rika. "I'm a mature girl." "Even mature girls have to go sometime," said Sakura. "There's nothing wrong with going to the bathroom outside if that's your only choice." "Maybe," said Rika. "But I'm too nervous to do it here." "How about we go together?" asked Sakura. She walked behind a bush and after a moment, Rika followed.
Sakura pulled her skirt and panties to her knees and crouched down. Rika grabbed both ends of her skirt, then paused. "Did you hear that?" she asked. "What if someone's coming?" "It's just an animal in a tree," said Sakura. Rika composed herself and lowered her skirt and panties, copying Sakura. Then Sakura let out a nice stream of pee. The sight and sound was too much for Rika. She relaxed, pee cascading out of her and collected in a puddle at her feet. Rika sighed in relief, actually enjoying the feeling. She felt euphoria and freedom at peeing outside and a nice tickle as her tinkling hit her vagina.
The girls finished their peeing, small drops dripping onto their puddles. Rika cleaned herself with her hankerchief as Sakura did the same. They pulled on their panties and skirts and walked on. "That wasn't so bad," said Rika. "I don't mind it," said Sakura. "It's ok if you think it's fun." "I guess it was," said Rika. "I actullay look forward to trying something like it again soon." They said they would not tell anyone what happened, then went on to Rika's place for cookies as new friends.
Chapter 3: Sakura and Naoko
Sakura and Naoko had a good time talking about fairy tales when Sakura noticed Naoko reading them. After awhile, Naoko said, "Why don't you spend the night at my house? We could watch a movie." Sakura agreed, thinking it would be a fairy tale. However, it turned out to be a scary movie. Sakura tried not to show how scared she was, while Naoko clearly enjoyed it. There was a moment when both were startled and screamed. Then Naoko felt wet and warm.
She looked down and blushed. Her pajamas were damp. As Naoko looked up, she saw Sakura looking at her. After a moment, Sakura spread her legs and a spot appeared on her pajamas along with the sound of peeing. Afterwards Sakura said, "Now you don't have to feel embarrassed." "Thanks, Sakura-chan," said Naoko. "I didn't even know I had to go. I guess I got caught up in the movie and didn't notice." "You like scary things?" asked Sakura. "The scarier the better!" said Naoko. When they changed into new pajamas, Naoko said, "This gives me an idea. Why don't we go to the bathroom in the yard later when it's darker out?" Sakaura felt nervous but didn't say anything.
In the middle of the night, Naoko led Sakura out to the yard. "I love how dark it is," said Naoko. "You don't know what's hiding in the darkness. Any kind of monster or ghost could get us any time." Sakaura looked very nervous now. "I guess we should hurry up and go," said Naoko, thinking Sakura's fear was deperation. Both girls lifted their nightgowns up, pulled down their panties, and crouched down. Two streams of pee hit the grass, the sound echoing in the still night. The girls could barely see each other. Then silence followed as they finished.
Sakura screamed as a hand touched her shoulder. "Do you see a ghost?" asked Naoko excitedly, touching Sakura. "There's nothing," said Sakura. "Do you have anything to clean with?" "We'll head to the bathroom," said Naoko. "Then, let's go inside," said Sakura, getting back to the lit area. "There was nothing tonight, but maybe another night," said Naoko, going inside. Sakura was glad to be Naoko's friend, but she hoped they could spend more time talking about fairy tales than scary things.
Chapter 4: Sakura and Chiharu
Chiharu was late for cheerleading practice. She didn't even have time to use the bathroom. When she arrived and practice began, she wondered how she would make it. The lesson seemed longer than usual and Chiharu had to keep moving in place to keep from wetting herself. Fortunally, everyone was too focused on practice to notice. Chiharu thought her new classmate Sakura was watching her. Finally the lesson ended and everyone went off to change. Chiharu ran to the bathroom, but found too many girls waiting.
Chiharu crossed her legs desperately. Then Sakura came up and looked at Chiharu before she could compose herself. "Do you have to go too?" asked Sakura. "Maybe we can find somewhere else to go." "I could use something outside if I have to," said Chiharu. As they walked, they came upon an outdoor sink. "I can't wait any longer," said Chiharu. She ran up to it and pulled down her skirt and panties. Pee started to come out as she tried to adjust her folds, but it hit spots all over. "I can help," said Sakura, getting behind her. Together, they mananged to adjust Chiharu's folds so a solid stream arched and hit the sink.
Chiharu sighed in relief as she peed in full force, the sound of splashing in the sink very loud. After a minute, her peeing slowed, a few drops hitting the ground as the stream got smaller. Then Chiharu pushed out a few last spurts that went into the sink. Sakura let go of Chiharu's folds so she could clean herself. "Thank you, Sakura-chan," said Chiharu. "A friend helped me when I was in trouble," said Sakura. "I'm glad I could return the favor." "I want to return the favor," said Chiharu. "Do you still have to go?" Sakura nodded.
"Why don't we do the same thing but I help aim for you?" suggested Chiharu. "All right," said Sakura, pulling down her skirt and panties and standing in front of the sink. She peed a little as Chiharu adjusted her folds, then Sakura allowed herself to pee as hard as she could, making a large, yellow arch of pee that hit the sink. Her peeing lasted for about a minute then slowed. When she finished, she saw a little pee was on Chiharu's fingers as she held Sakura. Sakura then realized she had a little of Chiharu's pee on her as well. They laughed when they realized this. "I guess that makes us good friends," said Chiharu. "There are some things you can't help but share and become friends over." "That's true," said Sakura, remembering her first peeing experience with Tomoyo.
Chapter 5: Sakura and Syaoran
Now together, Sakura and Syaroan spent the day outside eating lunch. After what like a long time of loving slience, Syaoran said, "I need a bathroom." "Ok," said Sakura. "Do you want to go behind a tree? I can wait here." "All right," said Syaoran. He walked behind a tree and lowered his shorts and underwear and aimed, letting out an arc of pee that sprinkled around the tree. Nearby, Sakura blushed as she listened to the sound of Syaroan's peeing and sighs of relief. Then Sakura was reminded of a growing pressure on her bladder.
As Syaroan watched his stream, he was surprised to see another golden stream hitting the grass near him. Loooking up, he blushed. There was Sakura, shorts and panties down, standing like him, sharing a tinkle with him. Sakura looked at him with a gentle, loving gaze and Syaroan felt calmer. He let his gaze fall on Sakura's vagina and tinkling and allowed her to see his penis and peeing. They stood closer, holding hands. "Why don't we write something together?" asked Sakura. She drew half a heart and Syaoran drew the other half, connecting both halves. They finished by writing their intials.
Then Sakura smiled, spraying Syaraon's legs. He smiled and returned the favor. They kept blocking the streams and hitting each other, ending with Syaroan hitting Sakura's vagina, which she enjoyed. Fully relieved, Syaraon pulled on his underwear and shorts. "I'm glad we were able to share such a moment between us," said Sakura. "It means we are truly together." Then she added, "Would you like to help me clean myself?" Syaroan thought, then agreed. "I can lend you my hankerchief," he said. Bending down, he gently wiped the pee drops clinging to Sakura, then helped pull on Sakura's clothes.
Then Sakura grabbed Syaraon and pulled him close. "I never thought I would see a girl stand like that besides Meling," said Syaraon. "You're full of surprises. That's what I love about you." "I love you too," said Sakura. They looked into each others eyes then became lost in a tight embrace.
Chapter 6: Sakura and Meling
At the park, Meling was looking desperately for a bathroom. As she walked around, she came upon a large tree. She looked around. "I'm by myself," she said. "I'll just go here." Meling stood in front of the tree, lowering her skirt and panties and pulling her folds. She sighed in relief as a strong cascade of pee flowed out of her system, arched, and hit the tree. As Meling looked up, she was surprised to see Sakura nearby." "Kinomoto-san?" said Meling, caught off guard. Sakura smiled and asked, "Can I join you? I have to go too." Meling said, "If you want."
Sakura stood next to Meling, producing a stream to join Melin's. "You're getting good at this," said Meling, admiring Sakura's standing. "Want to have a little fun?" asked Sakura. "Why don't we see how high we can aim?" "You're on," said Meling. She aimed higher, hitting a spot well above her. Sakura hit a spot just as high. "Impressive," said Meling. "Let's try for distance next." Each girl kept walking back, pushing their streams farther so they would still hit the tree. They finished with a swordfight, hitting each other with their streams. Afterwards, the two girls spent a nice day together.
Before leaving, they peed again on the grass in a normal position. As they watched the puddles around them grow and spread out, Sakura said, "I did something like this with Sharaon before." Meling, who had long accepted Sakura and Syaraon together, said, "I'm glad you can feel comfortable and have fun together in all kinds of ways." "Have you ever done this with Syaraon?" asked Sakura. Meling laughed. "Obiviously," she said. "That's what made us so close together. We went outside all the time in Hong Kong. Recently, we had a little fun going off the side of the apartment. Maybe you should try it with him sometime."
"That does sound like fun," said Sakura. "Maybe I'll ask him. We could all do it together with you and Tomoyo-chan joining as well." "That might be fun," said Meling. "Why don't you and Syaraon try it first, then Daidouji-san and I can join in after?" "I wouldn't mind another moment with Syaraon," said Sakura. They finished and cleaned up. "Thank you, Meling-chan," said Sakura. "I enjoyed the company with a good friend." They embraced and Sakura went off to meet Syaraon, Meling watching with a smile. "She can have all the fun she wants with him. I'll still be able to have fun with Syaraon as a good friend." |
(Yes, I realize that this is super late. Shut up.)
Chapter 1
"Lemme see, already!"
"Be patient, okay? I'm still getting dressed."
"Well hurry up!" Molly complained, tired of waiting around in Sarah's cramped living room. The apartment wasn't huge and there was a bit of clutter, but it was still rather cozy and considering that Sarah was working her way towards a psych degree at a pretty high-end college, it was rather impressive. Besides, Molly was in no place to complain about any kind of mess: Her room back home was disorganized chaos, and it was all her parents could do to keep the rest of the house together.
Molly wasn't sure if it was miracle or random chance that she had met Sarah, but she was glad for it. Seeing as she was still just a senior in Highschool, barely old enough to buy a lottery ticket, making friends with a twenty three year old who lived in the coolest district in the city was like finding a unicorn. Plus, Sarah was great. She had a great sense of humor, gave Molly rides all the time since Molly's parents wouldn't let her buy a car, and whenever Molly needed some space Sarah was more than willing to let her come by and relax for a while. They'd only known each other for a couple months, but so far they had hit it off.
It had been a couple weeks ago when Sarah mentioned the idea of a tandem halloween costume. The way she told Molly, there was a halloween party coming up with a couples contest, and she wanted Molly to come with her. Not as a date, just friends of course, but Sarah had always wanted to go with a matched costume with someone else to a party. Once she promised to make the costumes herself and pay the cost for the tickets, Molly was in.
And now, she was sitting in Sarah's living room, still completely in the dark as to what Sarah had in mind. She took a drink of her fizzy grape soda, (Sarah had been admant that Molly wouldn't get alcohol from her until she was twenty one,) Until, finally, Sarah opened the bedroom door and stepped out, arms in the air. "Not bad, right?" She asked, grinning.
It took Molly a moment to analyze the costume. The older girl was wearing a pair of denim overalls and a plain tee-shirt, fairly standard (if unstylish) clothes. She was carrying a largish bag, her hair looked totally frazzled, and a bit of makeup was on her face to give her the look of someone who hadn't slept in a week. There was a yellowish stain on her shirt below her left shoulder, and in her hand she held a thin, wide book with a colorful cover. "Uh... I don't get it," she said finally, unsure what she was seeing. "Can I get a hint?"
Sarah shook her head. "You've got to guess," she insisted. "But, here... Let's see if it helps to see your costume first." She turned back, grabbing a box that had been sitting on her bed, tossing it to Molly.
Opening it curiously, Molly was hit by a barrage of pink. Inside was a lacy dress that was practically glowing pink it was such a vivid shade. Sitting on top of it was a matching bonnet, and tied to a blue ribbon was a largish pacifier that looked like it would gag Molly should she actually try and use it. There were some other bits and pieces to the costume, but what caught Molly's eye was the large, bulky disposable diaper tucked away beneath the dress.
"You've got to be kidding me," she said, after a second. "I'm going as a baby?"
"And I'm your babysitter!" Sarah giggled, grinning broadly. "Isn't it great?"
Molly had to look at Sarah's costume again, but it made sense now. The weird stain was spit-up, that was a diaper bag around her shoulder, that must be a storybook. She considered it for a moment, and then shrugged. "Uh, sure, but what if I need to use the bathroom?"
Sarah rolled her eyes. "You use the bathroom. The tapes on that diaper are reusable as long as they don't get wet, I made sure." She sat down next to Molly, clearly excited.
Ever the skeptic, though, (And not entirely excited about this choice of costume,) Molly asked, "And what if water gets spilled on me or whatever?"
Again, Sarah had a contingency plan. "I bought a pair of plastic pants to go over the diaper. The only way those tapes are getting wet is if you decide to try method acting." She giggled again, and Molly frowned.
"I dunno..." She said, skeptically. It was just a costume, but she still would be a bit embarassed to be seen prancing around in a diaper for the first time since she was an infant.
Sarah's smile flickered. "C'mon, Molly!" She said, in protest. "The costume would look adorable on you! Besides, I don't have another set of costumes, so if you don't wear it I'll just be the crazy girl with the diaper bag. Please?"
Molly sighed. It wasn't ideal, but Sarah had been a pretty great friend in the past, and Molly decided she could handle a slightly embarassing halloween costume for a night if that's what it took. "Fine," Molly conceded after a brief pause. "But if we do this next year we're going as something cooler, okay?" Sarah grinned.
"Awesome. This is going to be great!" Sarah picked the diaper up from the box, beaming at her highschool-age friend. "Do you need help getting dressed?"
Molly blushed, snatching the diaper from Sarah's hands. "I can handle it myself, thank you very much," she said, not quite willing to let someone else put her in a diaper. Walking to the bathroom, she kicked off her shoes, dropped her pants, and removed her panties before unfolding the diaper.
It was thicker than she had originally realized, almost four inches at the crotch, and she realized that once it was taped up it would go to almost her belly button. Molly suspected that Sarah had bought the bulkiest brand she could find to help sell the costume, but either way the result was the same: The diaper was massive. Leaning against the bathroom wall, Molly tried to pull the diaper up between her legs to tape it in place. She lost balance, though, trying to spread her legs enough to get the bulk of the diaper between them, and she slipped down to the floor, landing with an uncomfortable 'thud.' Adding insult to injury, the tapes of the diaper had gotten all stuck together, and try as she might Molly couldn't get them unstuck.
Admitting defeat, she pulled her jeans on quickly and peeked out the bathroom door. "I, uh... Kinda screwed it up. Do you have tape or something?"
"What is it?" Sarah asked, looking up from the couch.
"The tapes got all stuck together when I tried to put on the diaper." She blushed a little in spite of herself, just from talking about it.
Sarah rolled her eyes again, getting up. "I have a whole pack," she said, "They only came in bulk, so I've got thirty-five left. Gimme a second." Molly waited in the bathroom doorway for a moment before Sarah returned with another diaper, tossing it to Molly.
This time, Molly put the diaper on backwards, and when she tried to just pull it down and put it on facing forwards like you would with underwear, she ripped the elastic. Trying a third time with a third diaper, the tapes got bunched up on themselves. On the fourth try she got it right, though, much to her relief: Sarah had been threatening to come in and do it herself if Molly screwed up again.
The rest of the costume required assistance. Molly was able to tug the plastic pants over the diaper and button them in place, but the ridiculously girly dress had a zipper in the back that she couldn't reach, and with the frills on the skirt of the dress getting in the way, she had trouble pulling the white stockings all the way up. Molly didn't need help tying her bonnet in place or pinning the pacifier ribbon to the dress, of course, but at this point Sarah insisted since she had done pretty much the rest of the costume. Finally, buckling on a white pair of Mary Janes, Sarah spun Molly to look in the mirror.
The costume was excellent, to say the least. It was obvious what she was supposed to be without being tacky, cute without beeing cheesy. The diaper wasn't actually visible as long as Molly stood still, but there was an obvious bulk beneath the skirt of her bright pink outfit, and if she moved much or walked at all, the material would sway up and reveal the diaper beneath. And, with everything there, Sarah's costume became a lot more obvious too.
"As much as I hate to admit it," Molly said finally, inspecting herself in the mirror. "This costume looks pretty great, Sarah."
Sarah nodded happily. "Thanks," she said. "Now, the party doesn't start for like two hours, but do you want to- Are you going to get that?" Molly's phone had started buzzing in her jeans, which were lying on the floor.
Looking down, Molly nodded and bent to pick up the phone, her diaper crinkling loudly as she did. She saw the caller ID, and looked up at Sarah. "It's Mike," She said, annoyed. Mike was a mutual friend of theirs, (In fact, the one who had introduced them,) but also Molly's boss at a greasy diner nearby. Molly had asked Halloween off, of course, but he was notorious for calling people in anyways.
Molly answered the phone, saying, "Yeah, Mike?"
"Molly!" He exclaimed. "I'm glad I got through, look, I- Order for table six! Yeah, anyways, Pete just threw up out back and I need someone to come replace him. Can you come in to wait tables for, like, three hours?"
Molly scowled. "Mike, you know I asked off for-"
"For Halloween, I know. I hate to ask it, but you're the only person answering their phone and we're swamped down here. Please? It's just until the dinner shift starts, then you're cut." Molly could hear the clammer of a busy kitchen in the background as Mike was no doubt scurrying about to keep things running.
"I just got dressed up for a halloween party, Mike," Molly complained.
"Are you wearing anything inappropriate?"
"If I were, I wouldn't tell you."
"Will it keep you from serving tables?"
"I guess not."
"Then wear the costume. Our cashier's already dressed up like a vampire, you'll just be in the spirit of things."
"Mike, I never said I can make it."
"Can you?"
"I guess..."
"You're an angel. Gotta go!"
Molly hung up, glowering at the phone, and Sarah picked up where the phone conversation had left off. "Need a ride to work?" She asked, sounding a little disappointed.
"Yeah..." Molly said, "But it's only for a few hours, and then we can still make the party. Sorry, but-"
"Mike's an asshole, I know. It's no problem, I'll just watch a movie or something and pick you up afterwards, okay?"
Molly nodded, grabbing her purse from the table. "Sounds good."
Chapter 2
Molly was dropped off on the sidewalk right in front of the diner, leaving her to waddle inside. She hadn't quite got the hang of walking with the bulk between her legs, giving her a toddler-ish gait that accompanied her costume quite well. She got a few looks, but since half the people at the diner were in costume as well, it wasn't that bad.
Running to the back to find Mike and clock in, she caught him working the grill with the radio turned all the way up. "Mike," she said, but he didn't answer, focused on calling out an order while getting three more ready to go. "Mike!" Once again, no answer. "MIKE!" She was practically screaming at this point to get his attention, and he finally looked up and noticed Molly. A second went by as he stared at her, processing the costume, and then he burst out laughing. Molly punched him.
"Jeez, Molly, you know there are labor laws for hiring minors right? I don't wanna go to jail!" He teased. She rolled her eyes in response, trying to decide if she should punch him again.
"You're the one who called me in last second, so shut up unless you want me to turn right around and walk back out," Molly replied, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.
Mike smirked as he dished up a burger onto a plate and said, "Aw, now, don't throw a tantrum. Do you need a change?" Then, projecting to the front of house he called, "Order up!"
"Gimme that," Molly shot, grabbing the plate and checking the table number before running it out. They didn't run things by section, the diner wasn't big enough for that (Especially when there were only two waitresses running the entire floor,) so they just pooled them and split things evenly by the hour. Annoyed as she was, Molly had to admit that working a three-hour chunk out of one of the busiest nights of the year was going to be pretty lucrative.
Finding her customer, she hurried out to him, skirt flapping as she hurried and doing an excellent job of concealing nothing. Finding the right table, she dropped the food off for the couple both dressed as zombies.
"Nice costume," the guy said, eying her up and down. "Make it yourself?"
"Friend of mine," Molly replied. "But thanks. Can I get you anything else?"
"No, thanks." And so the night went. For the next couple hours, things were a blur of pleasentries, orders, greasy food on cheap plates, and learning to walk without looking like she was more used to crawling. A few people giggled, a handful even made teasing remarks, but most people just exchanged the usual halloween pleasentries and they went on their way. It was about an hour before her shift was up that she started experiencing a problem.
The other waitress, Nancy, had just clocked out and left the floor just to Molly for around half an hour before the next waitress came to clock in. It was bad form, but she had been a last minute replacement as well and had to leave to pick up her son from a halloween party. This would normally have been a bit hectic but not much of an issue, except one problem: Molly had to pee.
She had needed to go for the past hour or so, but since they were in a rush she hadn't paused to run to the bathroom, figuring that she could hold it until there was a lull. That lull had never come, though, and now her bladder was full to bursting and it was an act of willpower to keep from holding herself and sprinting to the bathroom.
"Mike, can you handle things for a second?" She asked, returning to the back to pick up another order. "I gotta take a leak."
"No can do, baby," Mike said, grinning at his own wordplay. "I'm the only one back here. Look, Carol shows up in like twenty minutes, you're just gonna have to hold it."
Molly pouted and gave Mike a pleading look. "C'mon, I really gotta go."
"Sorry," Mike said again. "But seriously, twenty minutes and you're good."
Molly gave him one last look, but knew that arguing wouldn't get her anywhere. She grabbed the next couple of plates, running them out to the next table.
If anything, ironically, the diaper made it harder to stay dry. Normally in a situation like this she'd be holding her legs together and taking short steps to try and relieve some pressure, but with the bulk between her legs she was forced to take big, awkward steps with her legs spread apart, making the ordeal that much more frustrating. She was getting pretty desparate, but refused to even consider actually using the diaper. It was a halloween costume, for one, and she'd never live it down if anyone found out.
Still, as the seconds creeped by, she grew more and more desperate. She had started to shift her weight from foot to foot first, and soon that turned into a potty dance whenever she was at the back of house, away from the prying eyes of customers. Fifteen minutes in, she had stopped caring about the customers, too desperate to keep her diaper dry to care about looking silly. She hoped they would just think it was a joke, part of the costume, but by then she really didn't care. She was bursting to go, and by the time Carol showed up and clocked in she had started to dribble in the diaper, a small wet patch invisible to the outside but embarassing nonetheless.
"Carol, thank god," Molly said, seeing her walk in. Without waiting for a reply, she handed her a basket of fries, pointed, and said, "Table six, I have to pee." Then she practically sprinted to the bathroom, finally free to go.
Slamming the door shut behind her, she slid the lock and turned to the toilet as though it were a million dollars. Hopping from foot to foot, she bunched up her skirt, reaching for the buckles on the plastic pants. Being this close to a toilet somehow made her desperation worse, but she knew she had made it. Just a couple seconds, and she'd be ready to go. Yanking on the buckle, though... It didn't open. Her eyes went wide as she tried to tug the snap open, but for whatever reason it was stuck. She vaguely remembered Sarah saying something about there being a trick to it as she got into costume, but since Sarah had been the one to actually snap the plastic pants in place, Molly couldn't remember what it was. She yanked again, but all that accomplished was to stretch the plastic a bit, and the material snapped back into place as soon as she let go. Molly panicked, then, trying to figure out how to get the damned snaps off.
She didn't figure it out fast enough. Standing right next to the toilet, her bladder gave way and she flooded the diaper, completely losing control. She was too shocked to move, then, as she felt the hot pee fill the diaper, the absorbant material swelling slightly, getting heavy and sagging a bit between her legs. She just stared down, not really able to see the diaper too well beneath the skirt, but she could feel it and knew what was happening all the same.
It took more than a minute before she was done, but thanks in part to the plastic pants the diaper didn't leak. Even so, it had swollen in size, making the bulk between her legs that much more obvious, and even with the support from the plastic pants the diaper was sagging between her legs, feeling warm and damp and uncomfortable. Looking in the mirror, she saw that the white material had turned a bright yellow, and though the diaper already didn't smell great, there was a sharp and distinct smell of urine in the air.
She reached down with her hand, tugging at the waistband, just above where the tapes would be. The latch on the plastic pants popped open neatly, and they fell to the floor. Perfect.
She was about to yank of the diaper and figure out a way to throw it away without Mike finding it later when he took out the garbage, when she had a thought. If she took it off now, Sarah would definitely notice. Heck, half the cafe had seen her prancing around in it not five minutes ago, obviously needing a bathroom. If she came out now without a diaper to be seen around her waist, it'd pretty much be a confession as to what had happened. The other option was to leave it on, keep her skirt tugged down as far as possible, and hope nobody noticed until Sarah picked her up. Then, with a little luck, she could get Sarah to stop at her apartment and sneak a new diaper on before they went to the party.
It wasn't a plan she liked, but it would have to work. Bending over to pick up the plastic pants and hearing the now familiar crinkle accompanied by a sloppy wet noise, she blushed and tugged the plastic material up, snapping it in place over the swollen diaper, feeling the soaked padding squish against her skin as she tried to tug the diaper up as much as possible, to conceal it.
Bracing herself, then, she checked the mirror. It was still pretty obvious, but she hoped that was only because she was looking for it. After all, who in the diner would be staring at the ass of an attractive girl in her late teens while she waddled around in a revealing skirt?
Shit.
Chapter 3
Molly was standing on the curbside, waiting for Sarah to show up. The last half an hour of work hadn't been as bad as she had thought: If anyone noticed, nobody had said anything, or else they assumed it was just a part of the costume and not an *actual* wet diaper. Either way, mortified as she was, Molly had gotten through it. The smell of greasy food had done a good job covering the odor of stale urine, and her skirt had stayed tugged down as much as she could manage, so all in all she was optimistic about how things had gone.
Even so, she couldn't wait to get out of the diaper. She had tried sitting on the curb to wait, but when she did, the soaked diaper had squished and nearly started to leak when she sat. She was grateful for the plastic pants, then, even though it was because of them that she was in this mess in the first place. Plus, the only way to really sit comfortably left the skirt particularly vulnerable to being blown up by passing cars, exposing her sodden diaper to the world. So, she was standing.
Sarah pulled up before Molly could glower about her situation too much, though. She got in the passenger seat quickly, before Sarah would notice anything, and sat down as gingerly as she could without looking conspicious.
"How was work?" Sarah asked, putting her convertible into drive.
"Fine, I guess," Molly said, shrugging. "Hey, can we stop by your place on the way? I have to pee pretty bad and I didn't get a chance to at the resteraunt." Not the best excuse, but it was suitable enough.
"Actually, the party's closer anyways," Sarah replied, "So it'd be faster to head right there."
Molly tried not to let her disappointment show. If she asked to go to Sarah's apartment for some other reason, it'd be pretty obvious she was trying to pull a ruse, but if she didn't go there then she'd be stuck in the diaper all night. She just had to think, something clever, something that wouldn't be obvious, surely she could come up with a plan...
Five minutes later, they were at the party, and Molly's undergarments were still soaked and bulky. "This is gonna be great!"
The party, as it turned out, was in a house in a little neighborhood just near the city. It was a pretty nice neighborhood to be located so close to the close to downtown, and Molly felt a little out of place, but Sarah seemed pretty confident and so Molly followed in her footsteps.
Inside, it was pretty standard party fare. About twenty people were there so far, with all kinds of costumes. There were your usual outfits, a pair of vampires, a few zombies, four different guys dressed as The Joker, and then some different ones: Yin and Yang, (A white and a black jumpsuit, with contrasting dots sewed to the center,) Teddy Roosevelt and a teddy bear, even one couple dressed up as ninja pirates. The music was playing loud, the people were dancing hard, and there was a plethora of food and a keg of beer in the living room.
"You want to go grab some drinks while I go say hi to the host?" Sarah asked, talking loud over the sound of the music. Molly grinned, nodding.
"I'll see you in a second!" She yelled back, stepping over to the living room. In spite of the soaking diaper situation, she was still optimistic about the night. Hopefully after a few drinks, Sarah wouldn't be in any condition to be noticing the color of one's diaper, and with dance lights being the only thing illuminating most of the house, visibility would be on Molly's side. Grabbing two red cups from the table, she filled them both up with cheap beer and turned with a mild crinkle to find Sarah.
"Nice costume," said someone, a female voice.
"Huh?" Molly turned around to see who it was. Some couple dressed as Mario and Peach, apparently.
"I said I like your costume!" The girl, dressed as Mario, said loudly. "It's really great! Who're you with?"
"Sarah!" Molly said back, looking around until she saw Sarah, then pointing. "Guess what she's going as!"
The couple looked over, then the guy dressed as Princess Peach looked back at Molly and looked her up and down, smirking. "Babysitter?" He guessed. Molly nodded.
The girl dressed as Mario looked at Molly's costume again, lingering a bit around her waistline. "So you're Sarah's date then?" She asked, an amused expression on her face.
Molly almost had to laugh. "Not her date, just a friend! You know her?"
"We were in the same history class a couple years ago!" She said. She exchanged a look with her boyfriend, which left Molly a bit confused. The guy interjected. "We're gonna go say hi to some of our friends, but it's nice to meet you..."
"Molly!" Molly filled in.
"Nice to meet you, Molly! Good luck!" The two of them turned away, chuckling at a joke that Molly wasn't privy to. Deciding to puzzle it out later, she turned to head back to Sarah, who was now standing by the front window, reaching her after navigating a few dancing partygoers.
"Woo!" She cheered once she reached her 'Babysitter', holding up the beers like a pair of trophies. "I think this is gonna be awesome!"
Sarah took one look at Molly as she accepted the drink, and then reached out and took the second beer from Molly's other hand.
"Hey!" Molly protested.
"You're eighteen, Molly, not gonna happen. Here," Sarah reached down, setting down both beers on the window sill and digging through the diaper bag she wore around her shoulder.
"Oh, come on! It's not like you're actually buying me the beer!" Molly complained, idly curious as to what Sarah was looking for in her bag. "What's the big deal?"
"The big deal is that I brought you here, so you're my responsibility!" Sarah shouted back. "I'm not getting you arrested, Molly!"
"What are you, my mother?"
"No, I'm your babysitter!"
Molly was amused enough by that not to retort again, instead just smiling at the humor. Finally, Sarah found what she was looking for, pulling out two baby bottles. One was filled with a dark brown liquid, another bright pink. "I wasn't sure what you'd want. Coke, or a Shirley Temple?"
Now Molly laughed. "You really did think of everything, didn't you?" She asked Sarah, reaching for the coke.
Sarah grinned back. "What kind of sitter would I be if I made you go thirsty?" They both giggled.
Molly tried unscrewing the cap, Sarah reached over and stopped her. Rolling her eyes, Molly instead put the bottle to her lips and drank it the old fashioned way. She felt a bit silly, sitting there suckling on an oversized baby bottle, but she hadn't gotten a chance to drink anything at work, so she was pretty thirsty.
After sucking for a few seconds, though, she pulled the bottle away. "Eh, Sarah? This tastes weird," she said.
"Oh," Sarah said. "Yeah, I got the off-brand stuff, sorry. I was in a hurry, I just got whatever they had at the gas station." Molly nodded. She wished she could just finish the drink in one gulp, but the rubber nipple served to hinder that, and she ended up taking a couple minutes to finish it, between chit-chat with Sarah.
Once her drink was done, though, Sarah eagerly took Molly's hand and pulling her towards the open floor, where dancing was allegedly supposed to happen. "Come on!" She encouraged, even as Molly shook her head.
"I'm terrible at dancing! Besides, I'll probably trip over my own feet with this diaper making things awkward."
"That's no excuse!" Sarah called back. "Just one song, okay?" As she said it, the current song faded out and, of course, Micheal Jackson's 'Thriller' kicked in.
Molly gave in, having wanted to dance a little bit anyways. "Fine, but just one song!" She called back.
As it happened, she actually knew this dance pretty well. Most of it was a pretty easy dance, sure, but that still meant she was better off than she would have been with almost any other song. It was more fun that she had expected, too. Even with the diaper squishing between her legs every time she moved and with her skirt flapping up when she stepped too fast, she doubted anyone would notice. She was having a great time.
Then, about halfway through the song, (When the voiceover narration was kicking back in,) just as she was stomping the floor, she suddenly felt a huge cramp in her gut. It came out of nowhere: One moment she didn't have to go at all, the next she felt like she was about to explode. Panicking, she started to run from the dance floor to find a bathroom somewhere, but Sarah grabbed her hand and twirled her around, catching Molly before she could go anywhere.
"Hey there," Sarah said with a grin, pulling Molly close. "You're not going anywhere until the song is over!" Molly's eyes went wide.
"Sarah, I have to use the bathroom!" She shouted back, but Sarah barely seemed to be listening, still dancing, and not letting go of Molly's hands. In fact, she was tugging on Molly, forcing her to keep step at least a little bit, which agitated the sudden pressure that was building in her bowels.
"That's the lamest excuse ever!" Sarah shouted back. "C'mon, if you had to go that bad you would've gone already! You can wait four minutes!"
Molly started to shake her head, when another cramp hit her, harder than before. She nearly doubled over, straining to keep from losing control right there. Wetting the diaper was one thing, and even that was humiliating. If she actually used the diaper for this, well... Among other problems, there'd be no hiding it from Sarah. She tried to jerk her arm away again, but Sarah held tight. "Let me go!" Molly shouted.
"Not a chance!" Sarah shouted back.
"Please? I promise after this, I'll dance, like, six songs with you, just let me go!" Molly pleaded.
Sarah sighed. "Fine!" She said, letting go. "But I'm going to hold you to that!"
Molly nodded, barely taking time to reply before turning to sprint. "Thank you! I, uh, just... gotta go!" She stumbled away, almost falling when another cramp hit her. She couldn't believe this had happened so fast, completely out of the blue, but there was no denying it. Damn the diaper, damn the costume, damn everything: She had to find a bathroom, fast.
Bumping through partygoers, she checked around the kitchen, but found that while there was a bathroom, there was a line six people long. No good. Turning, she ran back, through the living room and up the stairs. Surely there had to be another bathroom available... Yes! Feeling a rush of relief, she ran in, slamming the door without hesitation, spinning around, and slipping on an old washcloth someone had left on the floor.
On a normal day, it would have been nothing. She would have just landed on her other foot, or perhaps caught herself with a hand, but today was not a normal day. Instead, with her legs splayed awkwardly from the bulk of the soggy diaper and her thoughts too focused on finding a toilet to be considering much else, she just fell. Hard. She landed with a thud, and for the second time in as many hours she was using her diaper within a couple feet of a toilet.
It all came out in a rush. One moment, the material was merely wet, the next moment, a load of sticky, smelly mush was filling the seat of the diaper. Even when she tried to stop she couldn't, and within seconds she was empty, the diaper now swollen further, and with a plainly visible brown lump formed on her diaper. Too stunned to do much, Molly just got to her feet. Now more than ever, her legs were spread awkwardly apart, with the extra mass from the mess in her diaper adding a little bulk. Mostly, though, she just kept her legs spread apart on purpose because when she started to close them, the mess squished up between her thighs, making it that much worse.
She heard a knock on the door, and only then realized she hadn't locked it. Spinning again and nearly falling on her ass, she saw who it was: Sarah.
Even if the room hadn't stunk of a dirty diaper, even if her diaper hadn't been sagging well below the bottom of her skirt due to the extra weight, Molly's expression said everything. Nearly at tears, she stammered, "I- I... I h-had an accident..."
She didn't know what else to say. Instead of a response, though, Sarah just reached forward, pulling Molly into a hug, closing the door behind her. She held Molly, patting her back to calm the highschool-aged girl in the dirty diaper, waiting several moments before she quietly said, "Molly, it's okay. Shh... Molly, calm down." There was a pause, and Molly sniffled. "Molly... Did you really think I didn't notice your accident the moment I picked you up from work?"
It took a second for her words to register, and then Molly froze. Her back stiffened, and she started to pull away, but Sarah held her tight. "Let me go," Molly said.
"Not a chance," Sarah replied. "Unless you want everyone you know to find out about this, and for your parents to find out about your getting drunk at this party."
Molly really didn't know what to say now, except, "B-but... I didn't drink. You wouldn't let me."
Sarah smiled, now more sinister than happy. "Ah, but the photos of you with a couple of beers would imply otherwise, wouldn't they?" Molly's eyes went wide in shock, almost terror. If her parents found out about this, they'd probably ground her until she turned twenty one, even without hearing of the dirty diaper currently taped around her waist. Knowing that she had her, Sarah continued. "Now here is what's going to happen..." She leaned in close now, almost whispering. "You're going to take your smelly butt back down stairs, have a couple more drinks, and see about those half-dozen songs you promised me. Then, after we win the costume contest, I'll drive you to my place and get you changed into a nice, clean diaper. And if you raise a fuss, I won't hesitate to pull you over my knee and give you a spanking, downstairs, at my place, on the way home, dirty diaper or no. Am I clear?" Getting no response, she finally let go of Molly. "That's a good girl. Happy halloween."
Edited November 7, 2014 by livingbylies
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I'm sorry if this sounds rushed, because it probably does.
Indigo, a female Spheal pokemorph, sat on an ice chair in her home, which was an iceberg. She and her friends, Alice (a Milotic pokemorph), and Isabelle (a Samurott pokemorph) had carved out an iceberg for them all to live in. All the furniture was made of ice, too. Indigo lived in the tower. Isabelle lived on the beach in a tiny igloo. Alice had carved a series of caves underwater, on the bottom side of the iceberg. As always, Indigo was wearing a black bikini. It had a triangle bikini top and a g-string bottom. Since saying/typing/reading “bikini bottoms” all the time gets tedious, I will refer to them as “panties”. She stared blankly off the balcony, cold arctic wind whipping her blue-and-white DD cup breasts, her slim waist, her long legs, and every other part of her 17-year-old figure. Indigo realized that her stomach was growling, so she broke her gaze away from the bleak midday sky and slid down the spiral ice banister leading all the way down the tower. Her flipper-like feet slapped across newly fallen snow towards the water’s edge. Crystal clear waves lapped against the shore, and Indigo dove in. Indigo felt energy race through her body. This was where she was meant to be! Swimming in the sea, eating jellyfish, watching octopi/octopuses, and doing whatever else she felt like doing. Indigo tried to blend into the waves, watching for her favorite food. Finally! A pink, translucent jellyfish with ribbonlike tentacles floated past. Indigo used Body Slam, bubbles erupting in the water. The jellyfish met its untimely demise. Indigo took a ladylike bite of a non-poisonous part of the jellyfish. “Mmm, not bad.” It was afternoon when Indigo reached the mainland and ran to an ice cave onshore. Indigo blinked, flurries of snow hitting her eyes. Indigo yawned softly. She curled up in the small cavern, exhausted, soon falling into a deep sleep. Indigo awoke to see the sun setting just outside the ice cave. She tried to stretch her arms, but realized this was impossible. Her arms and all of her upper body-except for her breasts and head-had been nailed to the wall with several uses of Body Slam and Ice Ball. Indigo had obviously been captured by a gang of Spheals. Alice and Isabelle will find me. Indigo felt a jolt of pain in her bladder. Cringing, she calculated. She had not relieved herself in 7 hours! Luckily, Indigo’s legs had not been restrained, so she drove her right foot against her crotch. Squirming uncomfortably, she desperately hoped her friends would arrive soon. Indigo’s bladder yelled at her. Urine threatened to slip past her bladder muscles if she didn’t find relief soon. Whimpering, Indigo ground both feet against her panties. She then saw two tall, large-breasted, slim-waisted, tall, feminine silhouettes approach the silhouettes of Indigo’s captors. They looked to be Indigo’s best friends, Alice and Isabelle. Suddenly, a bit of urine leaked out of Indigo’s bladder, dampening her panties. Outside, Alice and Isabelle were challenging the gang of two Spheals to a proper Pokemon battle. Alice waltzed over to the first Spheal. Alice was roughly six feet tall, had quadruple D cup breasts, and 3 black spots going up her slim waist. She was quite noticeably muscular as well. Alice’s long, mermaid-like tail had the normal gorgeous, glimmering red and blue hexagons. She had the same red appendages on her head as all other Milotics. Alice approached one of the Spheals who had accepted her request for a battle. Having no room for courtesy as her friend was possibly in danger, Alice took the first move. It was “Waterfall”. She raised a wave out of the sea, splashing and curling. Alice levitated the water above the Spheal’s head. Alice cringed, as the water reminded her of her need to urinate. She deposited the water on the Spheal. The attack did 60 damage, lowering the Spheal’s HP (previously 70) to 10. He used “Ice Ball” against Alice. A block of ice was lifted from the ground, and was thrown at Alice’s head. Pain seared through Alice’s body as the hunk of frozen water bruised her skull, lowering her HP to 110. It was originally 130. Seething, Alice used “Waterfall” again. This Knocked Out the Spheal, and Alice waited impatiently in her red bikini for Isabelle to finish off the other Spheal as she shifted her legs rapidly. Isabelle was wearing a yellow bikini. She’s a Samurott pokemorph. She had a figure much like Alice’s, but she had a yellow appendage on her head sort of like a bun, a short dolphin-like tail, white fluff on her neck, and spiky yellow armor on her arms and legs. She quickly finished off the other Spheal and she went with Alice into the ice cave. Indigo whined as another bit of urine slid past her tightly shut lips, running down her legs and some saturating her panties, then dribbling to the ground. Alice and Isabelle approached her. Alice was desperate to pee and Isabelle was exhausted from the previous battle, so it was taking a really long time for the pair to release Indigo from her bindings. Another spurt escaped Indigo’s bladder, splashing onto the ground. Steam rose from the tiny puddle the piss created. She gasped and wailed as an accident began. Indigo had moved her feet away from her crotch and was kneeling now, having completely given up. Pee found its way out of Indigo’s panties, which were clinging to her pussy and buttocks. Hot urine flowed in streams down Indigo’s legs, pooling at her knees. Urine poured out of Indigo, splashing onto the ground. The pools of urine under Indigo’s crotch and both legs joined together to make one enormous puddle. Indigo kept wetting for about three minutes. By that time, Alice and Isabelle had freed Indigo and were giving her strange looks. Alice crossed her legs and hobbled out of the cave, mumbling “Gottapeegottapeegottapee!” Alice happened to feel naughty that particular evening. She rushed through the freshly fallen snow to the Spheal she had Knocked Out. She pulled his jaws apart so that his mouth gaped open. She squatted over his mouth and pulled her glittery tail aside. Alice sighed in relief as the floodgates opened, hot piss falling through her tightly clenched lips, saturating her panties, and directly into the Spheal’s mouth. The urine spattered as it first hit the Spheal’s tongue, than became a calm liquid-hitting-liquid sound as Alice continued to urinate. Pee began to overflow the Spheal’s mouth. Alice was finished in five minutes or so, and returned to her friends. They went back to the iceberg. |
You are no fool as to fall for such a simple illusion. Considering Rasetsu's tendency of leaving traps, it's obvious that this is some way of baiting you into a killing blow. You pull out one of your knives and toss it at the illusion. After hitting your father(?) right between the eyes, he falls into the deep darkness, turning into yet even more black goo (which now that you think about it, "black goo" sounds really dirty when taken out of context). You feel a sense of confidence as you thwart such a cheap trick... but one thing does make you curious. If this all is your opponents doing, then how does he know of your father? Speaking of which, you can hear Rasetsu's voice calling out to you from the endless dark, yet you can't figure out where it's coming from...
Rasetsu:
You are a smart one. I knew it wourd be wrong of me to underestimate you.
Natillie:
Alright, enough tricks! Come out and face me!
Rasetsu:
I can't... not yet... I stirr wish to... tenderize your mind first. Rike I said... the best thing to know about your opponent is what they are. Our minds are connected... We can share our memories... I'd rike to see through them first, and get to know you.
Natillie:
Aww... but that's cheating!
Rasetsu:
I'm a shinobi... it is riterarry my job to cheat my way out of a situation...
Natillie:
...touche...
Rasetsu:
Now ret's rook through some memories together... Hmm... ... ...Ah! Here is a fun one!
Suddenly, the pitch blackness turns into bright light. You shield your eyes, and then come to a realization... You're back in the village! You see a crowd of children; they seem to be watching something. You feel a familiar feel of embarrassment... You know exactly what memory this is... You walk towards the crowd to see a little girl with blonde hair, crying as she kneels in a puddle of warm urine. It was the first time you wet yourself in public.
Natillie:
Aww... I looked so adorable when I was a kid. My boobs hadn't fully developed yet into the lovely jugs they are today *giggle*. And if memory serves me, he should be coming in... 3... 2...
???:
Oh my... What do we have here?
The voice of a pompous child cuts through the crowd. The boy shows himself. He too has blonde hair, and wears a rather expensive set of clothing. He seems rather skinny, and just about your young self's age, if not a year or two older.
Young Natillie:
Wu-wha! Richter! It... It's not what it looks like!
Richter:
Oh really? I beg to differ. I understand you want to be generous but I only accept solid gold... not liquid.
Young Natillie:
... ... ... *sob*
Richter:
Hmm... Ah I know... I'll call you "Natillie, The Queen of Wet Rags!"
The children laugh and laugh and laugh.
Kids:
QUEEN OF WET RAGS! QUEEN OF WET RAGS! QUEEN OF WET RAGS! QUEEN OF WET RAGS! QUEEN OF WET RAGS! QUEEN OF WET RAGS! QUEEN OF WET RAGS! QUEEN OF WET RAGS! QUEEN OF WET RAGS! QUEEN OF WET RAGS! QUEEN OF W-
Richter:
ENOUGH!!!!! Only I and I alone have the right to call her such a title! If you wish to insult her then think up your own insults!
Young Natillie:
*sob*... *sob*... *sniffle*...
Richter:
Ah... Embarrassment too much for you to handle?... I have a lovely idea.
Richter throws a knife and two grands at your younger self.
Richter:
There... Now you can kill yourself and get away from the misery. I'll be generous and give you the money for the Charon.
Young Natillie:
Wha?! But... Just because I had an accident... ... ...
Richter:
What was that? Oh do please speak up... I can't hear you well from suffocating in your stupidity...
Your younger self takes a stand, pee dripping from her wet dress...
Young Natillie:
Unlike you, I don't hide behind piles of wealth... I have pride! And rich folk like you will never truly know what pride feels like!
Your younger self scoops up some of the dirt that was soaked by her piss... and chucks it at the harassing boy!
Richter:
!!!!!!
Young Natillie:
... ... ... ... ...
The crowd goes silent... ... ...
Richter:
You......
Richter slowly walks towards your child form, and cocks his arm back...
Richter:
YOU WHORE!!!
Richter violently swings his arm at you, slapping you directly in the face! He swings his arm again to follow up with a backhand, however, his arm is restricted by a much older man, wearing a fancy suit.
Servant:
Master Richter! How many times have I told you to stay inside the manor until your father arrives?! And hitting such a sweet little girl? I thought your father taught you to be a gentleman, not a brute. Return to your room this instant!
Richter:
What?! But-
Servant:
NOW!!! And don't think you'll be getting any supper!
Richter slowly walks away, scowling at you. The servant walks towards your young self, holding her hand.
Servant:
Please, dear madame. Forgive me for my carelessness...
Your younger self, one cheek burning bright red, begins crying into the old man's shoulder...
Natillie:
Huh... I remember that day. I still don't really know what became of Richter. He just kinda disappeared one day, and no one heard from him again. Haha... I remember the sensation of warm pee running down my legs for the first time. I felt so embarrassed... and yet... no matter how much I cried, that warm, lovely feel in my pants seemed to comfort me. Maybe that's where my interest for wetting came from.
Rasetsu:
That is a possibirity.
Natillie:
WHAT?! H-How long have you been standing there?!
Rasetsu:
I have been sitting crosery, spectating.
Natillie:
Wait... you didn't hear what I just said, did you?
Rasetsu:
Heard what?
Natillie:
... ... ...
Rasetsu:
... ... ...
Natillie:
... ... ...
Rasetsu:
... Moving on... What erse courd we witness? Hm... Oh... ... ... What about this one?
In an instant, everything turns to black... then white again... You're in the living room of your home. However, something seems... bleak... When looking ahead of you, you see... your younger self, slightly more mature, on top of some one. Your mother is on the floor, crying and panicking. And looking into your own eyes, you can see tears as well. Something is in your hands... it's a kitchen knife, slid into the man's chest. The horrible memory comes back to you. It was the day that a bandit broke into your home... It was the day of your first kill...
Natillie:
Oh... I... I remember this... I don't want to look at this right now...
Rasetsu:
But you shourd try to remember what it feers rike to take one's breath... Ret the fear consume you. When you kirr another, you start to ask questions... "Is this okay?" "Shourd I have kirred this man?" "Am I a bad person for doing this?" "Where my reasons of good intent?" You begin to doubt yourserf... but the more you kirr... the more you get used to it... untir kirring becomes common to you... and in some cases, you begin to... ... ...enjoy it...
Natillie:
No! You're wrong! Killing is terrible and will always be terrible. Just because you have no choice doesn't justify whether it's the right thing to do or not. Taking one's life should only be when you're protecting yourself or the ones you care for, but that doesn't mean you can't at least find another way around it. I understand times are tough, but murder is something that should never overcome any one or anything!
Rasetsu:
...I understand... ... ... Then how about we raise the stakes a bit?
The area becomes pitch black again. Rasetsu then unsheathes his blade... ... ...
Rasetsu:
In front of you are two paths: We can fight and you spare me, or we fight and you kirr me. Even if you want to spare me, I wirr make sure your onry option is to kirr me... because that is the path I sharr take when fighting you! What do you decide, Natirrie? Go by your beriefs? Or against them?
You hesitate for a moment, then unsheathe Goldenstream...
Natillie:
If that's the way you think, then I won't hold back! I'll show you how valuable a life really is!!!
This is it... no audience... now rules... Just you and the ninja, standing in the darkness with your blades in hand. No fooling around...
IT'S FIGHT OR DIE!!!
BOSS BATTLE INITIATE!!!
Rasetsu
HP: ??? Bladder:???
Natillie
HP: 160/200 Bladder: 89/168
Natillie goes first!
Attacks:
Assuring Strike: d20+Strength (This attack has armor piercing and ignores damage reduction)
Multi Stab: 2 d12+Strength
Gleaming Flurry: 8 d4+Strength
Magic:
Aqua 1: 1 d20+Strength+(Intelligence/2) (2x damage to fire-based enemies)
Actions:
Defend
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Usagi was walking to the park when she came across the jewelry store she heard her classmate Naru lived over. As Usagi looked it, she could see Naru polishing jewelry. "Going to the park by myself is no fun," said Usagi, and went in. "Naru-chan!" she called cheerfully. Naru looked up. "You're Usagi-san in my class, right?" she asked. Usagi happily said yes. "I was going to the park where they're giving away free sweets. Why don't you join me?" "Maybe later," said Naru. "I'm helping my mother clean jewelry." "Why don't I help?" asked Usagi. "It'll go faster with two helping."
So Naru's mother was glad a new friend of Naru's was helping out. Usagi and Naru spent a lot of time cleaning jewelry. During the work, Usagi said, "I don't know how you can do this. It's so boring." "I've been doing it for many years," said Naru. "I'm used to it." Then Usagi felt a need to pee. "I have to go to the bathroom, but I don't want to waste time. This'll take all day," she said. "I think I can get a lot done while you're gone," said Naru. Then Usagi had an idea. "Did your mother say how the jewels had to be cleaned?" she asked. "Not really," said Naru.
Then Naru was shocked as Usagi pulled down her skirt and panties as a few drops of urine hit a diamond. Then Usagi polished it with the rag. "What do you think?" asked Usagi. Naru looked and was amazed to see the diamond sparkle so beautifully. "I have to admit it's a lot cleaner than the ones I've already done," said Naru. "Why don't we do the same with the others?" asked Usagi. Then Naru was reminded of her need to pee. She didn't want to stop and had been holding it in all morning. "All right," said Naru. "Then let's make a game of it," said Usagi. "What kind of game?" asked Naru.
"Let's give each other points on things like how clean we make it," said Usagi. "As well as creativity, aim, and how many we clean at once." "You're on," said Naru, taking off her skirt and panties. They placed a couple a gems in front of them and peed a few drops on them. Then they rubbed them and compared. "Very pretty," said Usagi, examining Naru's emarald that glistened in the light. "The diamond you finished up is giving off the greatest sliver gleam I've ever seen," said Naru. For creativity, they peed onto the rag and rubbed it on a few jewels. "Now let's test your aim," said Naru. She took out a pair of diamond earings, the diamond very small. "Try to aim only on the diamonds," she said.
They each took one earing and aimed over such a small target. Very carefully, they let a couple drops fall on to the diamonds. "Not bad," said Naru, rubbing them. Then Usagi made a line of gems. Letting her pee become a stream, she gently moved it across the middle of each gem down the line. "Very impressive," said Naru. She tried the same move. It took her a little longer to go down the line. "I'll give you that one," said Naru. "Now let's see how many we can hit at once," said Usagi. She brought three small jewels together and peed on them, leaving them very shiny. "I see your three gems and raise you three more," said Naru, aiming on her group and soaking all six at once.
They were having so much fun they didn't mind the work. Soon, all the jewelry was sparkling. The girls cleaned themselves and pulled on their clothes. "You're a good jeweler," said Usagi. "You're pretty good yourself, Usagi-chan," said Naru. Naru's mother was amazed at the beauty of the gems, although Usagi and Naru didn't say how they cleaned them so well. Then they went off to the park together, enjoying sweets. The two were talking like old friends. After awhile, both girls had to go to the bathroom. As both walked, Usagi said, "Why don't we have a little fun since it's just us."
Usagi went beind a tree. Naru smiled and followed. "I get to choose next time," said Naru. They bent down and removed their clothing, sighing in relief as two streams flowed out and hit the tree, dripping down the side to make two puddles at their feet. Both girls found peeing outside was a lot of fun and felt nice. As their streams stopped, they cleaned with their hankercheifs and pulled on their clothes. It was some time later, after plenty to drink, they were ready to try again. Naru chose the next spot. "How about the lake?" she suggested. Usagi agreed to it. They bent over the lake and let out two streams.
They watched as their peeing caused the water to froth and bubble as their streams hit the water. They also enjoyed a nice tickling as the streams hit their folds. As their peeing slowed to a trickle and drops, Usagi touched the spot she made. "It feels warm," she said and touched Naru's spot. "Your's is just as nice." Naru touched the spot she made and Usagi's spot, finding both plesant and warm. They splashed a little water on their folds and got dressed. "I guess this makes us best friends," said Usagi. "I'm glad to be your best friend," said Naru. "You can come up with all kinds of ways of having fun and you're fun just to be around." They hugged, each saying, "Best friends," and went off to enjoy the rest of the day together. |
It wasn't much of a plan, for Ada to confess to Gunther during the chalet. But it sure was a quite scene to watch, and an awkward scene it was.
I was with the others who had just finished clearing up the area where we had our barbecue, and was just have a good time relaxing and chatting while Ada was still slowly and clumsily clearing up with Gunther helping her, to make the work easier for her. "Erm..Ada?" Gunther called out, "Yes?!" Ada, who was clearly shocked replied. She shocked voice somehow alerted us as we peeked from the curtains, seeing what the fuss was about.
Unfortunately, it seems that Ada had left some of the food open, and Gunther asked her to seal the food or else it may go bad. They finally finished clearing up and soon joined the rest of us in the room. "So now what?" I spouted as soon as Gunther walked in, and he heard me, "Well, maybe some of you could get a shower? I bet most of you are already tired." he casually replied, "Ok, but who is going first?" I quickly questioned him. "Maybe.. Let the guys go first?" Ada suddenly suggested.
It was a good idea to let the guys have a shower first as Ada and I, the last two to bathe, spent a long time in the bathroom, other than Gunther who deserved that long shower. I managed to get some comfortable clothing since the room can be cold at night, while Ada was looking like she was about to have a night jog, white shirt and pink mini shorts.
The night was unbelievably peaceful and calm, the perfect conditions for us to be sleeping in, but since it's a chalet, we played cards through the night.
It was around half past 2am when Ada started to drink a lot of water all of a sudden. "Is anything wrong?" Gunther ask Ada, who had a few glasses of water already. "No, I'm ok!" She replied with an assuring smile, but a certain instinct told me that this won't be ending well.
After a short while, Gunther went to check his wallet and asked "Is anyone still hungry? Cause I am. Anyone want anything?" No one was, except me."Final call! Anyone?" Gunther exclaimed since the others were so immersed in their game," Wait! Can I come?" Ada asked, "We are kinda running low on water.. I thought I could help and bring a few bottles back", "Sure, the more the merrier!" Gunther cheerfully replied. Since I knew that Ada had quite a lot of water just now, I better stay close to her in case something happened so I tagged along.
Dark sky, cold winds blew as the three of us slowly walked to the nearest fast food and convenience store that was still opened at this time. It was during this journey Gunther began to notice Ada's discomfort, so he walked with her, with me alone behind. "Like really, are you ok?" Gunther asked with caution,"Calm down, I'm fine, just had a little a bit too much of water just now." Ada tries to reassure him but her body language says otherwise,"Ok, we'll make this quick" He says as our walking sped up.
During that time, I was feeling really sleepy, the cold nights got to me fast. Gunther got the food and water, passing some of the stuff to me and Ada. Ada was already jumping from trying to control her bladder, we rushed from the store back to the chalet.
The rush left us panting before we reached the room, but before I went in, Ada whispered to me, "Just go in first, I need to talk to Gunther for a while, and good night." Ada's words and smile were the last things I heard before I went to the nearest thing that looked like a bed and dropped myself onto it.
My state of sleep was soon disrupted when I heard a scream outside the room. I dragged my body out to see what's happened and I was shocked that no one else woke up cause of that, that scream was loud. "What's the fuss about?" I rumbled as I opened the door, to see Gunther and Ada, both panicked. "I-I-I can't!" Ada says as she squirms around and Gunther is still in a state of shock. "Can anyone tell me what happen?" I groaned as I looked at Gunther, "Ada! She confessed her feelings for me!" Gunther said, looking away from me and Ada. "Hold this!" Ada violently passed me the bottles she was holding, "I can't hold it anymore!" Tears rolled down her face as she released her bladder. Everybody was in shocked, looking at Ada, as the liquid flowed down the pink shorts she wore and puddled the floor. "Don't look!" Her face got red with embarrassment, I ran over and covered Gunther's eyes while looked away while it happened. "Why do I hear a gushing sound?" The blind Gunther questioned me,"Just shut up!" I shouted at him, as Ada was still going, the puddle getting bigger and bigger.
As soon as Ada stopped I tried to help her to the toilet as her legs were shaking, and Gunther was helpless at this point. "I..I just-" Ada couldn't even complete her sentence and she started to cry again, I tried to calm her down but to avail. The night Gunther went to sleep, in shock while I stayed next to Ada for the night.
Morning came and most of us were up, except the three of us. Gunther got up pretty early despite the events the previous night. "Is..Is Ada ok?" Gunther looked guilty as he asked, "She should be fine, just keep quiet about this ok?" I replied. Gunther sat next to Ada, who heard our conversation, who jumped out when she saw Gunther, scaring both of us too. "Um..Good Morning Ada." Gunther tries to start a conversation awkwardly, "G-G-Good Morning.." Ada's face flushes red quickly as she looked at him and walked to the toilet.
It was a night, what a night indeed. |
For the fans of Amy she is back, A few of kept asking me when i would write another Amy story and kept asking me not to give up on her. Don't worry I won't give up on her, i have a few ideas for her yet so you will be seeing her some more :). Hope you guys enjoy this chapter of Amy's Adventures.
Wet Reunion
The water enveloped her body as she sank into the bath. She had a couple of hours to kill before she was going out and had decided to have a nice relaxing soak. As she laid there her mind thought over the evening ahead. One of her family friends was going out to celebrate her birthday and she had been invited. At first she declined the invitation but then she felt guilty so said she would think about. Then she had had an idea to make the evening a bit more interesting. She had recently discovered the amazing rush she felt from wetting herself in public. Having people see her peeing herself was such a thrill. She discovered it when she accidentally wet herself on the bus whilst coming home from work. When it happened she was so embarrassed and humiliated but afterwards she felt a new feeling, the embarrassment turned into arousal and the more she thought about those people staring at her the more turned on the felt. She then set out to replicate the feeling and found it a month later whilst out at a works event. She found herself in desperate need of a pee and stuck in a bathroom line. A young girl behind her in line had an accident and she grasped the opportunity and wet herself as well. She felt the wonderful rush once again as she felt the gazes of her work colleagues staring at her. Since that day she had wanted to do it again and tonight was the perfect time. Her plan was to go out and have a few drinks with her friend for her birthday then she would leave them to head home and whilst out in the middle of the Saturday night crowds she would wet herself, just the thought of peeing in front of all those people was getting her excited. After peeing herself she would then head home and enjoy the rush of arousal.
After a while she got out of the bath and dried off. She walked into her bedroom and went to the cupboard to pick out an outfit to wear. She had decided on a short skirt, that way when she pee'd everybody would be able to see the pee running down her legs and also meant that she wouldn't make much wetness on the skirt so she could at least get a taxi home, she was sure if she turned up at the minicab office in wet jeans they wouldn't allow her in the car. She picked out a pleated denim mini skirt and a red top. She walked over to her drawers and pulled out a pair of white knickers, she loved peeing in white knickers as the pee was really visible and left yellow stains on the material. She slipped them on and admired them in the mirror...perfect, they would look great all covered in pee. She slid on her skirt and put her top on. She went back to the mirror and admired her outfit. Happy with her choice she went to the bathroom to do her hair and make-up. When she was happy she looked good she slipped her shoes on and headed out. She walked down the road and waited at the bus stop for the bus into the city. As she was stood waiting a guy came and stood at the bus stop. She glanced round and smiled when she saw him looking up and down her legs. When he saw her looking he suddenly looked away looking embarrassed. The bus arrived and she got on, bought her ticket and went and sat down. 15 minutes she was getting off in the bus station and set off towards the pub where her friend was meeting everyone.
She got to the pub and found her friend and a few people she knew sat in the corner. She went and bought herself a drink and went and sat with them. Despite not wanting to come she found she was enjoying herself as the evening went on. There were people she hadn't seen for ages and she was enjoying catching up with them. She wasn't sure where they were coming from but she had a steady flow of drinks being bought for her. She kept protesting saying she would buy the next round but alas they kept appearing. A few hours passed and she started feeling her bladder fill up. Her plan was starting to take effect and she got excited knowing what she would soon be doing. The group decided at half 10 they would head to the club down to the road and get the party started properly. She decided that when they left to go to the club that would be her cue to leave. A few of the group who were not bothered about going to the club departed heading for home as half 10 grew nearer. By now her bladder was getting really full, she found herself squirming as her need to pee increased. She glanced at her watch, 10:14, 15 minutes and they would be leaving and she would split off from them and go and find a nice busy area to do her naughty deed. She decided to go around and say her goodbyes to people. As she walked around speaking to people her bladder kept on filling and by the time the group got up to leave she was busting for a pee, all those drinks were sitting in her bladder wanting to be released. She watched as a few of the group headed for the bathrooms and her bladder squeezed as if to tell her to do the same.
She decided to slip away from the group and said goodbye to her friend and told her to enjoy the rest of her night. She walked out of the pub and winced as the cold air hit her bladder. She looked around debating which way to go then the perfect place came to mind. Trinity square was just a few streets away. It wasn't really called Trinity Square, infact she didn't know what it was really called, everyone just called it Trinity Square as there was a nightclub on one side called “TRINITY” which looked out onto the courtyard area in the middle. This was the perfect spot as there would be plenty of people at Trinity and at the pubs and restaurants in the square. She made the short walk to the square and as she walked round the corner she was happy to see plenty of people around. She walked over to the centre of the square where there was a small statue and a circle of benches. She was glad she was there as she was now dying for a wee. She opened her legs slightly. But she couldn't pee...the voice in her head was telling her bladder not to pee, it was the same when she had done it before but this time she couldn't seem to shut it up. She felt nervous, she wanted to do it but she was filled with nerves. She wasn't sure why, it had seemed so easy the last time. But as she looked round at the people around her she felt more and more nervous. It was like stage fright, she couldn't work it out. Maybe last time it was because the other girl had done it, maybe it was because last time she was in a situation where it seemed plausible. She was stood in a line for the bathroom and when she wet herself it would have just looked like she had an accident. But standing in the middle of the street like this it wouldn't be plausible. That was the only thing she could think. It became apparent to her that her nerves were preventing her from just letting go and she decided to give up and just head home. She headed towards the taxi office but then she noticed her bladder again. She would have to pee before she left as she doubted she would make it home. She looked round and decided to go use the bathroom in the pub opposite then she would come back and get a taxi. As she walked across the square she was stopped by the shout of her name.
“Amy??.....Amy Stephenson??....is that you??”.
She looked round and saw a guy at the other side of the road looking at her. She didn't have a clue who he was but he obviously knew who she was. He started walking towards her and she racked her brain trying to figure who he was. She couldn't place him anywhere, that was until he got closer. She saw his face clearly and suddenly her mind placed him. Jack.....Jack Thompson.....her high school crush. She suddenly felt all shy like she used to do in high school whenever he talked to her. She always wished she could have just asked him out but she never had the confidence for that. Now suddenly that feeling hit her as he reached her. “by heck, Amy Stephenson, I haven't seen you for....what....12 years.....how you been?”. Her mouth felt dry, god he was even more gorgeous than she remembered, she suddenly realised she was just staring and said “erm...yeah I'm good thanks, how have you been”.
“I'm al right.....hey listen, I'm going to meet a friend of mine at Trinity's, if you're not busy i'd love if you could join me, it would be nice to catch up”. She readily accepted his offer and they walked across to the club chatting away. When they arrived there was a short line to get in which they joined. He was chatting about what he did for a job and she hung on every word, she looked him up and down and felt flush thinking about how good he looked. Then her mind wandered to a question, a question she really wanted the answer to. Luckily for her he asked it first.
“so, you here with your boyfriend/husband”. He enquired.
“no, I don't have a boyfriend” she replied.
“ahhhh I see, out on the pull are ya”.
She blushed and said “no no no, just been celebrating a friends birthday, anyway what about you?”.
“nah, no girlfriend or wife, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't out on the pull.....which I seem to be failing at, may I just say how wonderful you look this evening”. She giggled and returned the compliment. Her heart was racing, she hoped he actually would pull, she hoped she would be the one, she had dreamed about it for five years at school. They carried on talking when suddenly she felt a wave of desperation flood over her. She had got so caught up in chatting to Jack she had completely forgotten about going to the pub to pee. Now she was almost wetting herself. She hoped they got inside soon so she could go to the bathroom. She squeezed her thighs together, she really wanted to push against her pee hole but that would have been too embarrassing. “you ok”, he asked. Oh god he had seen, “erm yeah, I just erm, its cold”.
“well we should be in a few minutes” he said. She prayed he was right, any longer and she was in serious danger of having an accident. A couple of minutes later they were let in and after she told him what she wanted to drink she dashed upstairs to where the bathrooms were. Luckily for her there was nobody waiting and she dashed into the nearest stall, pulled down her knickers and let loose the contents of her bladder. She finished, sorted herself out and went over to the sinks. She checked herself in the mirror and sorted her hair. When she was happy she returned to the club and found Jack. The mate Jack had come to see said he was heading to see his girlfriend and asked if he was coming with him.
“ha, no thanks mate, i'll stay here, I don't fancy been a gooseberry while you and your missus sweet talk each other over a kebab”.
“suit yourself” he replied and walked off.
“you don't have to stay here on my account” said Amy, feeling guilty.
“Oh I do, i'd rather stay here with you than go with them, lets go upstairs where its quieter”. She followed him upstairs to the lounge area where the music wasn't as loud meaning they could talk. They talked for ages, reminiscing about school and laughing at memories. After a couple of hours he said he was hungry and asked if she wanted to go get some food. She agreed as she herself was feeling hungry, and a takeaway sounded much nicer than whatever leftovers she had in the fridge. She decided she better visit the bathroom before leaving and after doing so they went outside and headed over towards the takeaway. They bought their food and went and sat on the benches in the square and ate it whilst they watched people going by. When they had finished they decided it was time to head home. They headed toward the taxi office and asked for two taxi's.
“here, i'll give you my number, if you ever want to meet up or whatever give me a call”. She wasn't sure what he meant by that. She couldn't decide whether he meant meet up as friends and catch up or meet up like a date. Either way she took his number.
“where do you live by the way”. He asked. She told him and he said “well hey, I live round there, we can share a cab if you want. It made sense so she agreed. He went and told the office they were sharing and they went and joined the queue. There were a few people ahead of them waiting for taxi's but she didn’t care, it just meant more time she could spend with him. As the queue slowly dwindled down she was aware of her bladder filling up. That was the problem when she drank, once she broke the seal she was peeing all night. All the drinks she had that evening were catching up on her and filling her bladder once again. 15 minutes passed and they were now 3rd in line which she was thankful for as she was starting to get desperate. Luckily it wasn't a long journey home. She shifted around as her need increased. By the time they were at the front of the line she was absolutely busting for a pee. She was subtly shifting and wiggling to help control the need. To anyone looking at her they would just assume she was cold. She kept wishing for a taxi to come quickly so she could get home and pee. Five minutes later a taxi rolled up and they got in. He gave the driver both addresses and they set off. Now she was in the taxi and absolutely could not wet herself the need to pee worsened greatly. She could no longer hide the fact she had to pee, if she carried on trying to hide it by being conservative with her actions she would lose control. She started squirming and wiggling which was immediately caught by Jack. He looked at her and asked if she was OK. She didn't want to admit to him that she needed to pee but at the same time she couldn't explain her behaviour any other way. She leant over and whispered “I need a wee”. He looked at her squirming and said “how bad”. She felt her cheeks go red as she whispered “really bad, if he doesn't hurry up I'm going to wet myself”. “you will be fine, just keep holding” he replied.
Ten minutes passed and they were now out of the city and closing in on her house. She was beside herself with desperation. Now Jack knew she didn't care. She had her hand up her skirt pressed on her pee hole desperately trying to keep it closed. Her bladder was squeezing like mad trying to make her leak and she knew she was about to any second. She was doing everything to hold on. Her legs were shaking and opening and closing like mad trying to ease the pressure. Suddenly her pee hole opened and a leak shot into her knickers. She winced and pushed down harder on her pee hole, but despite the added pressure another leak escaped. She let out a little gasp and Jack looked at her, “you ok?”.
“it's starting to come out, I'm nearly weeing right here”.
“oh god, just keep holding.....can you hurry up mate, we want to get home”.
The end of her road was a welcome sight and she pointed out where to stop to the driver. The moment the car stopped she jumped out and dashed towards her front door. She heard the car drive off, at least Jack couldn't see her dancing around like this, she felt guilty about giving him a rushed goodnight and vowed to call him in the morning and apologise. She fumbled around in her bag for her keys, squeezing her legs together and dancing like mad. Now she was so close to the bathroom her bladder was getting impatient and a spurt shot into her knickers. She jammed a hand into her crotch and stopped any more escaping. Where the hell were her keys, oh god she needed them so bad. The spurts kept shooting into her knickers and soon they were soaked and the spurts were running down her legs. She found them hiding at the bottom of her bag and desperately tried to get them into the door. The moment she did and turned the lock a massive spurt shot out of her pee hole and she knew she was done for. If she tried to get inside and upstairs she would wet herself on the way. She had no choice. She opened her legs slightly and immediately the pee came gushing out of her saturating her knickers. Suddenly she heard movement and spun round and found Jack staring at her open mouthed. She tried to stop peeing but it was no use, the stream was too strong. She could feel it streaming down her legs and splashing on the floor. She looked up and Jack was just standing staring at her legs. This was so humiliating, she could only stand there and let her bladder empty as he started at her. She felt utterly embarrassed.
She finally stopped peeing and just stood there frozen to the spot. “Are....are you ok” he asked. She looked at him and said “im so so sorry, I couldn't hold it, I tried but It was too much, I thought you had gone, why are you here?.
“You dashed off and I wanted to make sure you were ok....and then you started doing....doing that and I couldn't believe it, it was just so.....”. Suddenly he started laughing. She couldn't believe it, she was already humiliated and now there he was laughing at her, she felt like crying”. You don't have to laugh at me” she said and turned to go inside. Suddenly he grabbed her hand and said “I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing because....because....what you just did was....i don't want you to think im weird but it was so sexy. And as well as staying because I wanted to make sure you were alright I also wanted a proper goodnight”. Before she could say anything he pulled her towards him and kissed her. She pulled back and they looked at each other and then they went into a long passionate kiss. She felt his hands running down her back and gently squeeze her wet bum then run back up her back. They pulled apart and she looked at him. She felt so insanely happy in that moment she could have exploded. He smiled at her and nervously laughed “Do you know, i've waited 17 years to do that”. She looked at his shocked. He continued “when we are at school together I kind of liked you, you were so nice and friendly and really cute and I wanted to ask you out but you always seemed really shy and I figured you would have said no”. Her eyes widened and she started laughing.
“What....what's up?” he asked.
She giggled and said “you daft buggar....five years I spent at school with the biggest crush on you and wanting nothing more than to tell you but my shyness kept me from doing so, I always thought that if I told you you would say no”. He laughed nervously and said “ah well, I guess I should have then”. They both burst out laughing and kissed once more. When they broke apart she smiled and said “it sounds cliché but do you want to come in for a cuppa”. He smiled and said “yeah sure that sounds nice” and they went inside. She went and got changed out of her wet clothes and made them both a cup of tea. They sat drinking it whilst reminiscing about how they felt at school and laughing about how they were both stupid enough not to say anything. She looked at him smiling and then there was the moment. She had seen in films and read about it in books. The moment where you just know you are about to kiss and it slowly happens. She leant in and they kissed. She was getting lost in the kiss, it was so nice. She broke the kiss and asked if he wanted a re-fill or did he want to go upstairs. He looked shocked and said “no, I erm...best be going. She was shocked at his response. She thought it must be because of what he had seen her do, he must have been repulsed. She sat forward and said “ok, sure, I understand, you don't want to”. He put his hand on her arm and said “hey, I do want to....you have no idea how much I want to, its just....”
“you don't have to explain”.
“i do have to explain, especially because you have gone all weird and seem upset, its just I have done this sort of thing before and it ended badly. I don't want that to happen with you, I like you a lot and I respect you and I don't want to screw things up”. She smiled at him and nodded. He stood up and headed towards the door. He walked out onto the doorstep and he said “I will call you, if you want me to”. “oh I want you to” she replied. He smiled and kissed her. “I'll see you later then”. She watched as he walked down the path and down the street. She closed the door and her heart was racing. She went and flopped on the couch feeling happier than she had for ages. She felt like a teenage girl, she wanted to call him right now. She thought back over the evening, how much fun she had had, how she felt when she was with him. As she played through the evening she sat up suddenly. She replayed the line over and over in her mind. She had skipped over it when she caught up in the kiss. Those four words he said, what did they mean. “ it was so sexy”. That's what he had said when she had wet herself. He thought it was sexy. She tried to think of what other meaning that could possibly have but she couldn't find any other than the only way it sounded.
She went upstairs to take her make up off and put her pyjamas on. She got into bed and put the TV on. Her mind was racing playing those four words over and over in her head. The more she thought about them she found herself getting excited. Her phone buzzed on the bedside table and she looked at it. Jack's name was on the screen. She opened the message and read it aloud “Had a great night tonight, hope to see you again soon Jack x. She read the message over and over feeling happier and happier each time she read it. She put the phone down and settled down to go to sleep. She smiled as she realised she may have finally got the man of her dreams....even if it took 17 years to get him. |
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This contains male desperation. I actually accidentally double-posted my other story, "The Fall of the Human Bladder" but I couldn't figure out how to delete it, so I just chose an old story and replaced one of the posts with it. If anyone knows how to delete a topic, it would be appreciated. This is cross-posted.
AN UNCOMFORTABLE PATIENT
It was 3:46.
Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t be a big deal. After all, his doctor appointment was scheduled for 3:45, so waiting another minute wasn’t typically the end of the world. However, Haiden had bigger problems: He had to pee. And badly. His bladder was full and taut under the waistband of his sweatpants, and he could feel it pulsing softly against his abdomen. His legs were crossed unnaturally tight, and his hands were folded complacently in his lap, pressing down as subtly as possible on his crotch.
Damn it. He really had to pee. He hadn’t had a wee the whole day aside from the morning, and it was coming back to haunt him. All of the water and coffee he’d drunk through the meetings at work were now cramped inside his bladder, occupying every inch of his poor organ. The liquids pulsated harshly against the skin of his stomach, expanding and contracting with desire to get out. All Haiden could do was clamp his thighs tight together and hope he could hold it.
It had been a long day. Haiden scrubbed his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. and checked his watch. 3:48. Dammit. Of course the doctor was going to be late. The doctor was nearly always late. A little bored, Haiden glanced around the waiting room. There was an old couple at the back corner, and a mother with a child at the front. A few kids were poking at the glass fish tank, squealing and giggling as the fish raced out of view. Slowly, and agonizingly, Haiden’s eyes flitted to the bathrooms situated in the back, to the sign that was the cause of all of his problems.
Out of Order.
The men’s bathroom was out of order, and the glaringly large sign made it clear to every guy who needed a piss.
Namely, of course, only him: Haiden Jesterfield.
Haiden moaned softly, and bent forward, his fingers tapping rapidly against his left thigh. His legs were squeezed tight together, and his wrist pushed down a little harder on his crotch, trying to yield direct pressure. His face was a flushed pink, and his breathing heightened as his bladder pounded with a couple jug-fulls worth of coffee. Twisting his legs tighter around each other – somewhat like a pretzel – Haiden’s distressed green eyes flew around the room.
His appointment was scheduled for 3:45. It was now 3:50.
Stupid doctors.
“Oh, c’mon, c’mon…” Haiden jiggled his left leg up and down, and his eyes once more traveled wistfully to the bathrooms. He wished he could tear down the Out of Order sign, kick open the door karate style, whip his cock out, and piss the Niagara falls into the urinal… “Ohh,” Haiden squeezed his crotch for a split second, before quickly removing his hand. He glanced around with a heavy blush, but no one had noticed.
Just then, Haiden spotted a nurse entering the waiting room. “Oh, please,” Haiden crossed his fingers. “Please, please please-“
“Jennifer Wilkins,” The nurse said pleasantly.
Haiden let out an audible groan as the woman with her child got up. Damn it! He just wanted to get his appointment over with as quickly as possible, run into his car, pull over at a gas station, and take a whiz! Was that so hard for the universe to accept? Haiden checked his watch. 3:55. Seriously. This was not fair. Haiden’s bladder gave a forceful nudge to warn him, but Haiden bit his lip and rubbed his thighs together.
It was okay. He would be okay. He could hold it. He was a man, right? Not a baby?
“Mmm…” Haiden whimpered quietly to himself. His bladder hurt so bad, and it was so achingly full in his lower stomach. If he brushed his hand over his shirt, he could feel the small bump protruding from his abdomen. For a split second, his eyes wandered to his car outside, and he wondered if he could quickly go stop somewhere, and come back. Haiden chewed on his lip and contemplated. The option was there in case…err…he was in danger-of-wetting mode, but right now, if he left, the chances of the nurse coming in to call him were pretty high…
Just hold it. Haiden grimaced painfully, and shifted his bum on the plastic chair. You’re not five.
Besides, he comforted himself, the doctor will be here soon. Probably in five minutes or so.
But five minutes turned into ten, and ten grew into fifteen. By the time it was 4:30, Haiden was besides himself in desperation. Every other person had been called in by the nurse except him, and a few new people had entered in the waiting room. Haiden’s bladder was hard and full under his shirt, and his whole body trembled, thighs squeezing tight together in an effort to hold back his pee. His eyes were filled with confusion and stress, and he blinked back tears as his bladder tried to expand further, pressing petulantly to be let out. God, he was so full, and he needed to pee so much. Over the course of the past few minutes, he’d been giving himself little squeezes here and there, hoping no one would notice, but now his hand was practically constantly buried in his crotch. He’d just put a magazine over it to hopefully hide it from being obvious.
What the hell was going on? It was a full 45 minutes since his doctor appointment was due! Biting his lower lip, Haiden was seriously considering leaving real quick to take a leak before coming back. But what if the nurse came right then? He would have waited for nothing. Wondering if there was some mistake, Haiden decided he should probably ask the front counter to ensure his appointment was scheduled properly.
Except that meant he would have to stand up. Damn it. Tensing every muscle in his bladder, Haiden stood up very slowly, keeping his legs pressed together. His hand was buried deep in his crotch, squeezing hard. At least he had sweatpants on, allowing him to get a good grip. Shit, his bladder was full. Haiden bounced a little, aware that people could see him, but he was to the point where he couldn’t hold it without doing a half pee-pee dance.
“Um, excuse me,” he said in a flustered tone to the woman at the front counter. He was aware that he was bouncing on his feet, one hand squeezing his crotch, but he honestly needed to wee. “My appointment was supposed to b-be at, um, 3:45, and it’s way late and…” Haiden let out a soft moan, scissoring his legs together. A small spurt nearly escaped his bladder, but he managed to clamp it back the last minute. Crossing his legs and bending forward deeply, his asked through grit teeth, “Is there a problem?”
The woman looked bored. She quickly checked something on her computer. “Nope, you’re good,” she said, sounding rather annoyed. “It’s still scheduled, but you have to understand that we’re running late. Doctors have several patients to deal with, and they can’t always get you right on time.” She paused, and glanced at his desperate form. “I suppose you’ll just have to wait.”
Haiden licked his lips. Suddenly, his bladder contracted, and a little bit of pee rolled down the inside of his leg. No one could see it, but Haiden could feel it, warm and moist against his skin. His eyes widened in panic, and he squeezed his crotch harder, pleading, “Do you know when, about? Another ten minutes? Because I really have to pee, and I thought I’d go out real quick and come ba-“
“You could be called down any moment,” the woman said sternly. “I would suggest you wait it out.”
But I can’t.
Haiden didn’t say that, of course. He just nodded, legs crossed tightly, his other hand joining him at the crotch. However, just as he was about to return to his seat, a nurse called out in a pretty voice, “Haiden? Haiden Jesterfield?”
Haiden whirled around. Yes! Yes! Thank-fucking-god. “That’s me!” he nearly cried. Giving his crotch one last hard squeeze, he removed his hands and followed the nurse stiffly down the hallway to where his doctor appointment was to be held. His thighs ground against each other, and when he was behind the nurse and out of her out of sight, he took the opportunity to hurriedly stick his hand down the waistband of his sweatpants to give himself a good squeeze.
He could do this. He could hold it out, and despite how swollen and full his bladder felt, he would keep holding it all in until he was free.
The nurse led him into a small room, and closed the door, just before saying, “The doctor will be in in a few moments.” The moment the door closed, Haiden doubled over, and squeezed himself hard. Finally, some privacy. Ohh, fuck! He was literally bursting. He whimpered, knees pressed together, hands squeezing repeatedly against his damp crotch. His hips shifted and rocked on the chair, and he let out a loud moan, squeezing harder. His pee was on the brink of spilling out and soaking in his pants, and it was taking every ounce of Haiden’s willpower to hold it all back. His legs were locked together, and he closed his eyes, biting his lip, trying to contain the mass amounts of liquid in his bladder.
Then the door opened. Haiden’s hands flew out of his crotch, and his back shot up. A spurt of pee slipped out at the surprise, and Haiden discretely grounded the tops of his thighs against each other to help hold anymore back.
The doctor that walked in, much to Haiden’s dismay, was young and highly attractive. Cute smile, stunning blue eyes, nice-looking hair… Haiden rolled his tongue over the bridge of his teeth. He was going to look like a total idiot in front of this hot doctor because he needed to pee so bad.
“Hi there,” the doctor said. “I’m Dr. Every. I know I’m not your regular doctor, but she called in sick, so I’ll be filling in for her today.”
“Okay.” Haiden smiled painfully. He was aware that his bladder jutted out a little, and he self-consciously put his hand in front of it.
“So,” Dr. Every clicked a few things on his computer. “You’re here to get your TB test checked?”
“Yeah.” Haiden bit back a moan, and crossed his legs tightly. He was aware that he was shifting on the seat quite a bit, his bladder full to the brim, his body doing everything possible to contain his piss without being glaringly obvious about it. “Um, it’s for volunteering at the hospital. They need to know I don’t have TB and I – Ahh!” A small spurt escaped despite his crossed legs, and Haiden bent forward, discretely pressing one hand to his crotch.
Dr. Every was staring at him in concern. “Are you alright?”
“Alright!” Haiden said breathlessly. “Just fine.”
“Are you…sure?”
Damn those blue eyes. Haiden made a little noise, and nodded feverishly. “I’m super good!” He rolled his sleeve up quickly. “Can you check now?” He didn’t mean to sound rude or impatient, but he was literally on the verge of peeing himself. Dr. Every nodded with a smile, and gently ran his thumb over the part of his arm where the needle was. Haiden shivered under his touch, and tried to stop the rapid trembling of his body.
“No need to be so tense,” Dr. Every said softly. “You’re fine. It’s negative.”
Haiden breathed a sigh of relief, even as he tensed his bladder muscles. “Oh! That’s good.” He started to get up, thighs clamped tight together. “Can I leave now?”
“Not yet,” Dr. Every chuckled. “Sit down for a moment. What’s the rush?”
I’m about to pee myself over your chair, sir.
Haiden just forced a smile, ignored his bladder, held his flood back, and sat back down. “Yes?”
“You’re aware you need to come in again to have the second arm tested?” Dr. Every asked.
Haiden barely heard the words. Just then, his bladder had contracted harshly, and a barely audible hissing sound filled the room as pee gushed out. Haiden’s hands flew to his crotch, and he groaned loudly, both hands buried deep. “Ohh shit,” he mumbled, squeezing tightly. He couldn’t dare let go. He managed to clamp back the flow though, and sighed in relief. However, his bladder was heavy and full in his abdomen, and he knew he couldn’t hold it much longer.
With his back, legs, and bum literally shaking from the effort of holding it in for even a second longer, Haiden looked up meekly, with a flushed, embarrassed expression. Dr. Every just gaped at him, lips parted slightly, eyes wide at the sudden action before him.
“Um,” Dr. Every finally cleared his throat. “There’s a bathroom in the waiting room.”
Haiden squeezed harder. Another spurt came out, and he noticed a small wet patch on the front of his sweatpants. “It’s out of order,” Haiden whimpered out. “I’m so sorry, but I really have to pee, and I really can’t hold it and -” more hissing filled the room, and Haiden moaned, squeezing harshly through the fabric of his sweatpants. Once again, he cut off the flow, but his face was red from panic, and his bladder was so full it had reached its limit. “Sir,” he said desperately. “Can I just leave? I’m sorry, but I really have to-“
Haiden jumped up to leave, but had to stop and bend forward, legs snapping together. His hands were buried deep in his crotch, and his eyes were tearing up. “I can’t…” he rubbed his thighs together, clamping them tightly against each other, trying to hold everything in. “I can’t move,” he whispered softly to himself.
Dr. Every must have heard. “If you need to go that bad…” the doctor sighed, before shaking his head with an amused smile and pulling out an empty waist bin from his under his desk. “You could go in this.”
Haiden’s eyes widened. His bladder pushed hard at the thought of releasing, and Haiden pressed harder to hold back. “Yes, ohh, please.” He knew he would die of embarrassment over the situation later, but right now, he needed a leak, and he needed it fast. “Can I just go here?” Haiden was literally hopping from foot to foot. The front of his sweatpants were soaked, and even as he squeezed, he could feel the dampness of his boxers against his hand.
“Go ahead,” Dr. Every gestured, coughing slightly. “We like our patients to be comfortable.”
“Ohh, thank you, thank you!” Haiden rushed out. He quickly took the waist bin from Dr. Every and set it down on the ground. In hindsight, he probably should have positioned himself so he was facing away from Dr. Every, but at the moment, he was just so desperate and full that he couldn’t bear prolonging relief a second longer. Settling in front of the can, Haiden rushed to undo the knot of his sweatpants, squeezing and dancing and shifting as another long spurt escaped. “C’mon, c’mon…” he mumbled. Finally, he undid it. Lifting his shirt a little, and pulling his sweatpants down enough so he could pull out his cock, he situated himself.
His pee was literally on the brink of exploding.
“Wait!” Dr. Every said.
Haiden made a loud moaning noise, whimpering and locking his legs back together. “What?” he pleaded.
“Your bladder,” Dr. Every sounded shocked. “Is…I mean, you can see how full it is.”
Haiden nodded frantically. “I’m aware! Please, can I pee now?” He was shaking, his entire body vibrating in an effort to hold in his pee for just a bit longer.
“It’s not healthy…” Dr. Every said.
“Sir! Please. I’m going to pee myself.”
Dr. Every frowned, and paused for a long moment in which Haiden squeezed and bounced, but finally nodded. “Alright. Go ahead.”
That was the only permission he needed. Pee gushed out full force, spraying against the can and filling it up at rapid speed. Haiden cried out slightly at the unimaginable relief, his sore bladder slowly deflating as pee rushed out as quickly as possible. The relief was nearly dizzying, and Haiden stumbled a little, trying to make sure he aimed properly. He’d die of shame if he got pee in Dr. Every’s office. After nearly three full minutes, his bladder was finally empty, and Haiden tucked himself back in, pulling up his half-on sweatpants back to his waist.
The embarrassment of the situation only hit him a few seconds after he was finished. “Oh, god,” he covered his face with his hands. “I’m so sorry.”
Dr. Every smiled softly. “It’s okay. We all have to go sometimes.”
“Not like this.” Haiden bit his lip. “I mean, I’m twenty. I’m supposed to be able to hold it.”
“Well, technically, yes,” Dr. Every said with a serious expression. “But you really shouldn’t be holding it so much. It’s not particularly healthy, and if you do it on a daily basis, it can lead to serious consequences.”
Haiden laughed weakly. “Trust me: this is definitely a one time thing.”
Dr. Every was still frowning. “You need to be more careful."
Haiden felt his face flush a little. Great. He was being chastised like a little kid. “Yeah. Sorry.” Haiden stood awkwardly. “I’ll be careful.”
After another long moment of silence, Dr. Every cleared his throat, and turned around to schedule his next TB appointment for the second arm. While he did so, Haiden replayed the events in his head again and again, and each time, his face turned red from mortification. He could not believe that had just happened. The waist bin full of his pee just served as a reminder of what he had done.
“Oh, fuck,” he said to himself. “I’m an idiot.”
Dr. Every ignored him, and clicked a few things on his computer. Finally, he turned around, and smiled. “Alright! It’s settled. Your next appointment is on May 28th, 4:00 PM. Does that sound alright with you?”
“It’s good,” Haiden said quickly. “Can I leave now?” He wanted to get out of there and bury himself under his blankets to mourn over his embarrassment.
“Sure.” Dr. Every stood up. “Have a nice day, Mr. Jesterfield.”
“I will! You too!” Haiden rushed out. He ran to open the door, and nearly had it closed behind him, when he heard Dr. Every call out, “And don’t worry! I’ll tell Dr. Jennings to keep an extra waist bin in the office just in case you have any more problems!”
Haiden’s blush darkened, and he flew out of the doctors’ and into his car.
He was so moving to another city.
Edited November 10, 2014 by Pan
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WARNING: Story will contain both male and female desperation. Probably 70% female, 30% male. I actually generally write male desperation, but I really wanted to post a story on this website, and since female desperation is way more popular, I thought I'd take a shot at it. It's good to get out of your comfort zone anyway, right?
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CHAPTER ONE
"...Interesting enough, there seems to be a common pattern running through the city of Greenwich. The number of people losing control of their bladders has increased reportedly. Over the span of a month, urologists have been contacted more than they've ever been contacted in a year. Most of the "victims" have been between the ages of 17-25..."
Eva Whitemoore leaned forward, thighs pressed tight together. The news today was just plain weird. Bladder issues? Really? Were the news people that out of good gossip that they had resorted to talking about adult wettings? Eva rolled her eyes, and shifted her bum on the couch. She kind of had to pee too, but she'd been so engrossed by the "weird news" that she'd put it off for a while. She was 22-years old with sunshine blonde hair, a curvy figure, and bright green eyes. She was working her way to becoming a professional lawyer. Due to her high expectations and dream job, she was extremely critical about what the media fed her. She saw right through their ploys.
Seriously. Bladder desperation. There's an Ebola crisis going on, and you're telling me people are peeing themselves? The news people really had to get their priorities straight. Still, Eva had nothing better to do on a Monday night, so she decided to keep watching.
"Let's talk to 19-year old Kelsey Wilkins. She was one of the victims of this new bladder epidemic. Tell us, Kelsey, how did this wetting exactly happen?"
A girl showed up on the screen, eyes frantic. "There's literally a problem going on in this world. I'm serious. It's not that my bladder is any weaker or anything, but even though I'm not drinking anything, my bladder decides to get really full! Like, I was sitting in class, and I'd only drunk half a water bottle, but I started getting this pressure like I'd been drinking gallons and gallons..." Tears leaked in her eyes. "I tried to hold it, but when you need to pee that bad, eventually your bladder just gives out."
The reported took the mic back. "This is just one of the many cases we've faced the past month. All victims reported that they hadn't drank that much, but slowly, and gradually, their bladder filled up like they had been drinking copious amounts. Once again, the victims were all between 17-25, concerning both genders...although so far, there is a higher ratio of females reporting this incident than males."
Eva rolled her eyes. Even if this was true, bladder control was not the primary concern of Greenwich right now. There'd been a local robbery awhile back. Couldn't they focus on that? Sick of the news, Eva stood up to relieve herself. Her bladder was full and hard in her abdomen, but her bathroom was only a few meters away, so she wasn't worried. After all, unlike half of the people in Greenwich, she could actually hold her pee like a normal adult. However, when she reached the bathroom door, she realized it was locked. She could hear the shower running. Eva's bladder pulsed softly, and she rubbed her legs together briefly. "Who's in there?" she called.
"Bug off, Eva!"
Ah, her lovely brother, Brandon. "I need to pee!" Eva complained.
"Can't you hold it?" For a moment, the shower stopped running, and the door opened a crack. Brandon's face popped out. His hair was dripping wet.
"Don't tell me, the bladder epidemic has got to you too?"
Eva straightened up. Her bladder groaned, and she pressed her thighs tighter together. "You heard about that too?"
"Sure did."
"It's completely stupid, isn't it?" Eva said. "Instead of just admitting that no one in Greenwich was properly potty trained, they blame it on some sort of suspicious thing going around."
Brandon's eyes widened. "Wait? You don't believe it?"
"Of course not." Eva crossed her arms. "Don't tell me you do?"
"Of course I do." Brandon lowered his voice. "I witnessed it firsthand. You know the Philosophy course I'm taking, right? Well, there was this hot girl in there, Amanda I think, and she was totally fine one minute...and then, she started squirming around, and..." Brandon's voice got excited. "She openly held herself and everyone could tell she was about to burst, but the professor wouldn't let her leave."
Eva narrowed her eyes. "You make it sound like the prospect of her peeing herself is exciting."
"It's pretty hot," Brandon informed her. "Anyway. It's not just a prospect. She actually pissed herself. Her jeans were soaked and all."
That was pretty odd. But once again, Eva still didn't think it could be a real problem. She was pretty sure this was just some sort of weird strike people were on for some weird thing, and she couldn't be bothered to actually consider it as something serious. The ISIS? Yes, that was a problem. World-killing disease? A problem. Local bank robbery? Problem. Adult wettings? Not so much.
"She probably just drank too much before," Eva said.
"I don't know..." Brandon said uncertainly. "It's all over the news..."
"Government conspiracy," Eva joked. Then she said, "Okay. Since you're clearly not showering, can I go pee real quick?"
Brandon stuck his tongue out. "I am showering!" Then he slammed the door shut.
What a child, Eva thought, her bladder pounding in dissatisfaction. Her brother was 18-years old, but he acted like was five most of the time. Knocking her knees together a little, Eva glared at the door. She really had to pee. Luckily, her house had another bathroom. Giving herself a quick squeeze for comfort, Eva ran upstairs to the bathroom in her bedroom. But when she pushed on the door handle, it wouldn't budge.
It was locked too. And the shower was running again.
"Shit," Eva pressed her legs together, one leg crossing swiftly over the other. The only other person that could be occupying the bathroom was her younger sister Rose. Rose was 17, and the most sensitive and caring person Eva knew. Unlike Eva and Brandon, who fought all the time, Rose was practically the light in the family. She didn't say a hurtful word about anyone, and Eva and Brandon both had this instinctive protectiveness over her.
Not wanting to bother her sister in the shower, Eva sat down on the edge of her bed and waited. By now, her legs were clenched tightly together, and she could feel her jeans cutting into her full abdomen. God, she had to pee. Her bladder was full and hard under her clothing, pulsing harder and harder at the sound of the running shower. Eva squirmed a little, her face getting hot. Okay, well, at least you know this isn't that stupid bladder epidemic thing. You just put it off for too long. Eva berated herself for getting too sucked into the news, and for drinking three full glasses of ginger-ale beforehand, because god, was she feeling it.
Pressing her thighs tight together, Eva rocked a little on the edge of the bed. Her bladder was achingly cramped and taut against her jeans, and she crossed her legs once more, tightly pressing them together. After a few minutes, she regained control of her bladder, although neither her sister or her brother had come out of the shower yet. Even though her bladder was still achingly full, she was holding it quite fine now - just with a little shifting and rocking required...
"I swear to god, if Brandon had just let me pee...." Eva muttered to herself. "I wouldn't be in such discomfo- oof!" Eva bent forward, her eyes widening. Her bladder was suddenly filled with tremendous pressure, more than Eva had felt in her entire life. If her bladder had been full before, it was now overfull. Eva squeezed hard, pressing both fingers hard against the crotch of her jeans. Her body trembled, tense and wired - she had never felt such an overwhelming need to pee before. Oh, god, okay, she needed to pee right now.
Eva stood up quick, but gravity hit her bladder even harder, and she squeezed her eyes shut, legs tangled tight together like a pretzel. The tops of her thighs grinded against each other, one hand pressing hard at her crotch. It felt like her pee was on the verge of spilling out and soaking her jeans. What the hell? Eva let out a soft moan, squeezing her legs together and hobbling toward the bathroom door. How did this happen? I swear I didn't drink this much...
She knocked harshly on the door. "Rose! Please come out!" she pleaded. She hated acting this weak, but she was literally about to pee herself. "I'm about to pee myself! Please!" She didn't know why this was happening. Sure, her bladder had been full before, but now it felt like she'd just drank four full water bottles on top of it... The stupid bladder epidemic, Eva realized with a grimace. Okay. So maybe there was some truth to it.
Eva couldn't think about that right now. "Rose! Please!" Her other hand joined her at the crotch, pressing as hard as she could. The shower turned off, and Rose called, "One minute!"
"Ohhh," Eva moaned. "I can't hold it for one minute." Her bladder felt so full it was seriously crazy. The young future lawyer danced desperately in front of the door, her legs squeezing, uncrossing, recrossing, her hands pressing harshly against her crotch, her thighs trembling with desperation... Oooh, I have to go! Rose, hurry up! Eva was nearly in tears when Rose opened the door, a towel wrapped around her body.
"Eva?" She said with concern. "Are you oka-"
"Move aside!" Eva cried, rushing forward past her sister. She slammed the door shut behind her, and danced in front of the toilet for a moment. "I'm seriously going to piss myself," Eva moaned. Her fingers were pressed tightly between her clenched thighs, and she didn't want to remove either hand to unzip her jeans. "Oh, please, please..." Eva whimpered as a stream of pee slipped out. She ground her hands harder against her crotch. "Hold it, hold it..."
In one swift motion, she reached for her zipper and tugged hard.
Nothing happened.
What the .... No. No. This couldn't be happening. Eva tugged harder, again and again, but her zipper wasn't budging. It didn't make sense. These were one of her most expensive jeans, so the zipper was generally smooth and rarely got stuck. How could this be happening? She didn't have time to think about her zipper. Her bladder pulsed harder, and another long stream of pee seeped between her tightly clenched fingers. There was no visible signs, but she could feel it, warm and moist against her skin.
"Fuck, shit, hell," She cursed about every curse word there was. Both of her hands were jammed back in her crotch, and she bounced from foot to foot, wondering what the hell she should do. What am I supposed to do? Tears of desperation watered her eyes. I can't go pee outside, or in the shower, or ANYTHING because my stupid zipper is...is...Eva moaned, squirming feverishly, face flushed with perspiration.
Unsure of what to do, Eva crouched down on the bathroom floor, both of her hands wedged in her crotch. She rocked back and forth, moaning and squirming, trying in vain to get her zipper down once more. But it was no use. Eva bent forward, face heated with desperation...
She had to pee. Unable to hold it back anymore, Eva let out a loud groan, and pee gushed out from between her pressed fingers and soaked the inside of her jeans. She could feel the warm wetness streaming rapidly down her legs, wetting her crotch and bum. "Ohhhh...that feels good..." Eva rested her head against the wall of the bathroom, the wall feeling cool against her slick forehead. Her shoulders relaxed as the contents of her bladder freed themselves, gushing heavily around her. She was embarrassed beyond belief, of course, but releasing everything felt nearly orgasmic.
Well, she thought when she was done. I guess I have to clean this up. She glanced at her wet, soaked jeans and the bathroom floor. She frowned. But this confirmed something she hadn't wanted to believe before - there was something going on with everyone's bladders. She hadn't believed it at first, but she'd felt it firsthand - sure, she'd had to pee before, but her bladder had nearly tripled in fullness in a matter of seconds.
What the hell is going on... Eva stood up, her legs still shaking.
Clearly, something was up with the bladders of Greenwich City.
As a future aspiring lawyer, Eva Whitemoore was going to find out exactly what. |
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks so much for all the comments! This'll probably primarily focus on female desperation. I realized I just find it difficult to mix both, especially when my audiences are completely different. There will be some male desperation later on, but only for plot purposes, and to make it more realistic. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
CHAPTER TWO
Eva tried to be as discrete and nonchalant as possible as she walked out of the bathroom.
She had already hid her clothes in one of the unused drawers of the bathroom (which she would wash later) and had taken a long shower so she'd have an excuse to come out with a towel. Twisting her hair into a bun, she casually strolled over to her bed, opening her dresser drawer for a clean pair of panties.
Rose was sitting on the edge of her bed, adorned in silky white pajamas. She was brushing her wet blonde hair with a large pink brush. "Hey, Eve," she said. "Um, what happened? You sort of rushed into the bathroom like..." she laughed softly. "Like you were dying to pee or something."
Eva felt her face get hot. Swallowing hard, she said, as coolly as she could, "Nope. I actually really needed to go, you know, the other one," she lied. This would be less suspicious. There was no "need to poop" epidemic going on, right?
Rose stared at her blankly. "Other one?"
"You know," Eva waved her hand. "Number two?"
All she got was a blank stare. "Number two? I thought we were talking about the bathroom."
Eva chuckled, and said "Never mind." Rose was brilliant at school - she was currently passing university with flying colors, and had graduated from high school with an impressive 4.0 GPA. However, she could be awfully dense and clueless at times. Perhaps that was why both Eva and Brandon felt protective of her - it was too scary to let Rose truly grow up and be independent because of her clueless nature.
Getting up, Eva breezed past Rose, ruffling her hair quickly as she went, only to get a, "I just finished combing it," whine from her sister. Eva kept her smile on until she was out of the room and downstairs, before she finally let herself sag into the kitchen chair. God. She couldn't believe she'd just pissed herself. It was just one of those things that sent you in a state of shock.
Rubbing her arms, she poured herself a glass of orange juice. Did people pee themselves at 22?
Nope, Eva, they do not. That's just you. Except it wasn't just her. Eva's frown deepened. This was...plain weird. Eva had always been a skeptic about pretty much everything, so the only reason Eva could think of for failing bladders in Greenwich was...some kind of medical problem being passed around. She gnawed on her lower lip. If it was contagious, she didn't want to give it to Rose or Brandon...
"This is insanity," Eva muttered.
"What's insanity?" Brandon cheerfully walked in, grabbing a glass of orange juice himself.
Eva glared at him, feeling a sudden rush of anger. That's right! It was his fault. "You," she declared, standing up. At her full height, she was still a couple inches shorter than Brandon, unfortunately, making her look a lot less intimidating. "This is all your fault."
Brandon jumped back in panic. "I swear I didn't use your toothbrush last night! And if I did, it was honestly an accident!"
Eva narrowed her eyes. "Wait, what?"
"I was drunk!" Brandon babbled out. "Or I would never use it and-"
Eva shook her head. "That's not what I'm talking about. Although I'll probably get back at you later for that."
Brandon stilled. "Then what were you talking about?"
It only just dawned on Eva that she couldn't punish Brandon because that would mean she'd have to tell him about her accident. Flustered, she just glared at him, and poured herself another glass of orange juice. Brandon bugged her about why she was mad for awhile, before finally going away to play video games. When she heard the sound of the video game buzzing from the next room, she sighed, sitting back in the chair.
She still felt upset over her accident, but there was really nothing she could do.
Except prevent it from happening again.
That was right. She'd made a goal to get to the bottom of this.
Opening up her laptop, Eva got to work.
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Five hours later, when both Rose and Brandon were asleep, Eva finally closed her laptop. She shut her eyes, rubbing her temples. Her bladder had filled up again, after drinking so much orange juice, but she'd been so occupied by her research that she hadn't bothered to go to the bathroom.
Eva shifted in the chair, pressing her legs together momentarily. She hadn't found that much. She'd browsed through all the news articles and personal reports about the bladder epidemic, and had made a list of different factors that could have attributed to it. Height, health, weight, gender... but she just couldn't find any patterns.
The only pattern Eva had found was that all of the people who had so far reported being affected were all attractive.
That's what made her suspicious. She didn't want to sound conceited, but she knew she was fairly pretty, and all of the rest of the victims were pretty or handsome too... it just didn't make sense. Pretty people weren't any more healthier than non-pretty people, or any more likely to get a disease. That's why Eva had come to the grand conclusion that someone was doing this on purpose. Someone was targeting people.
Sure - Eva admitted - that sounded a little crazy. But it made sense for a pervert to want to target good-looking people, didn't it?
But how...Eva nibbled on her lower lip, folding and unfolding her legs. God, she had to pee. She considered opening her laptop to do some last minute research, but her head was throbbing, and her brain felt fuzzy as hell. Squirming a little in her seat, Eva stretched her arms, before going upstairs and preparing to go to bed. She was so distracted by her own thoughts of what in the world was going on in Greenwich that she didn't realize she'd forgotten to relieve herself until she was tucked in bed.
You should probably get up and go... Eva's tired mind managed to warn....especially with this bladder thing going around...
But I'm exhausted, and my bladder isn't that full and I'm already half-asleep, Eva justified to herself. Satisfied with her reasoning, she rolled over, twisted her legs together tightly, and fell into a deep slumber.
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"You're late! You're late!"
Eva woke up sleepily to Brandon whacking a pillow at her head. "Screw off," she managed to mumble out, her eyes straining against the light of the bedroom. He just laughed, and ran downstairs. Seriously - the kid was a five-year old in an eighteen-year old's body. The next thing Eva realized was that her bladder was an achingly full ball of urine in her abdomen, throbbing and pulsing with need.
Eva pressed her legs together, and scrambled out of bed. She ran for the bathroom, but realized, with sinking agony, that the door was locked and closed. What was Rose doing in the shower again? "Hey, I need the bathroom!" she called out. Her bladder send waves of pulsing agony through her body, and she shivered, and tried not to squirm too much. "C'mon Rose, you had a shower yesterday!"
There was no response. After a moment, Eva heard a faint, "I know, but I forgot I'm meeting with a cute boy today, so I need to look extra nice."
Seriously? Eva rolled her eyes at the logic, before clambering down the stairs to the downstairs bathroom. She crossed her fingers that Brandon wasn't in it but - of course- he was. "Two showers in a day?" Eva shook her head, her long legs tangling together tighter. God, she had to pee so bad. She really needed to stop drinking so much before she went to bed. "Brandon," Eva called. "I need to pee."
"I'm showering!" Brandon responded.
"But you showered last night," Eva said in frustration.
The water turned off for a moment, and Brandon poked his head out. This seriously felt like deja vu to Eva. "I swear," he said. "Sometimes you're as clueless as Rose. I workout in the morning, remember? I have to take a shower or I'm going to end up smelling like shit to the ladies."
Eva crossed her arms, subtly shifting from foot to foot. "Aren't you going to be late?"
"I'm skipping my morning classes."
"What? Why?"
Brandon shrugged. "Don't feel like going." Then Brandon shut the door. Eva wondered if she should demand he let her pee quickly, but the shower was already running again, and Eva was sick of knocking on bathrooms doors because her bladder was dying. And she was running late.
Unlike Brandon, her classes were actually important, so Eva decided she could somehow hold her full bladder until she got to university. Her universities generally had unoccupied bathrooms unlike her stupid house where people took twenty million showers all the time. Straightening up, Eva went upstairs. Rose gave her her toothbrush, literally tossing it out the bathroom door when she asked, and Eve brushed her teeth by the sink - because, of course, her stupid house had shower-abusers. After that, she went upstairs to comb back her hair and change into nicer clothes. Her bladder still felt horribly full, and when she zipped up her jeans, she winced, and knocked her knees together at the sudden pressure. Maybe I should wear a skirt... Her eyes drifted to the lone skirt lying in her closet. It would be more comfortable with a full bladder, but Eva had always been more of a jeans girl, and she would feel way too awkward to show up at school with a skirt when she never wore skirts in her life.
She checked her watch. She was seriously running late, and she couldn't afford to miss her lesson. Her professors always took random questions from the lessons and put them on the exam. Eva checked once more to see if any of the bathrooms had been freed, but both Brandon and Rose were still showering, so without looking back, she grabbed her bag and walked out of the house with a full bladder in tow.
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Eva was regretting her decision sorely.
The drive there was usually about thirty minutes, but she'd been stuck in traffic for about twenty minutes now, and her bladder was absolutely going to burst in her jeans. By the way the traffic was inching along, she was definitely going to be late anyway for her lesson, so she'd left without using the bathroom for practically no reason. As the car in front of her moved, Eva separated her tightly pressed thighs to press down on the pedal. Just that little movement sent a shock wave into her swollen bladder: full and quivering with the several cups of orange juice she'd had the night before.
Eva cautiously removed one hand from the steering wheel and pressed two fingers hard against the crotch of jeans, trying to yield direct pressure to her pee hole. She squirmed against her hand for a moment, her face flushed, her eyes unfocused on the road in front of her. God, she had to pee so bad. She wanted to say this was the worst she'd ever have to pee, but yesterday definitely topped this.
Of course, yesterday, it had simply been because of the evil bladder epidemic. Today it was because of her utter carelessness of falling in bed the night before without relieving her full bladder. You're not a child, Eva, Eva's bladder throbbed and pulsed, threatening to burst out into her pressed fingers. You should honestly started answering your bladder's needs more promptly.
Well, she couldn't do anything about it now except sit tight and hold it in.
The traffic inched a long a tad more. When the cars paused, Eva took the opportunity to squeeze her crotch hard, trying to hold back the pee that wanted to gush out and spill over her hands. She pressed her legs together, and wriggled on the seat. "Oh, c'mon, c'mon..." she gnawed on her lower lip.
After about five minutes, the traffic finally let up, and Eva sped down the freeway. She was bouncing her left knee, and grinding her bum into the seat to try to hold back her flood. Unable to properly use her hands or legs to help hold it back, all she could do was squirm and bounce as carefully as possible while driving. When she reached her university, she quickly parked in the student lot, and practically threw off her seat belt.
The moment she got out of the car, she doubled over, her legs crossed tightly in a tangly mess of sheer desperation. Her need had escalated horrendously over the ride from the car, and Eva was more and more aware that her bladder was way fuller than she should have let it get. With one hand resting on the bulge that was surely contained because of her tight jeans, and one hand pressing frantically at her crotch, Eva shuffled through the doors of her school. The sector was quiet, the hallways secluded. Most of the classes had the doors closed with lessons going on.
Bathroom, bathroom... Eva's thighs closed over her hand, and she paused for a moment, bladder pounding, the overfull organ begging for release. When she finally reached near the bathrooms, her bladder loosened for a moment, eager to release - but then it cramped back up when Eva noticed, with dreadful agony, the line of three girls waiting outside of the stalls. Eva let out a soft moan, bending forward deeply. "Seriously? This can't be happening. I'm about to piss myself."
One of the girls standing in line was one of Eva's friends, Caroline. Caroline smirked when she noticed Eva's predicament. "You look like you're going to burst."
Eva said, "Shut up," and pressed her hand harder against her pee hole. She didn't really care if Caroline saw at this point. Caroline was a pretty close friend, and Eva was honestly so close to bursting that she wouldn't have been able to remove her hand even if she wanted to.
"You should have stopped somewhere on the way here," Caroline said.
"I know." Eva wriggled, and wished she had. She'd considered it - what with how bad she had to go - but she hadn't been too far from her school when the traffic had let up, and she'd thought the bathrooms would be open with no line like they always were. "What's going on, anyway?" Eva tugged at the waistband of her jeans. It was cutting harshly into her bladder, and she wished she could yank it down. "Is it because of the bladder thing?"
"Sort of. It's getting worse. Everyone just gets random urges to go really bad now." Caroline smiled cheekily. "Not me, though, of course." She flipped her hair. "I'm fabulous."
Eva rolled her eyes, and turned her attention to the other two girls standing in front of the door. One of them was moaning audibly, her hands pressed into the crotch of her skirt, pushing it up a little so her her lily-white upper thighs showed. The other was shifting from foot to foot, hands clenched at her side.
Okay. So everyone had to pee. Except Caroline.
"You don't need to go bad, right?" Eva blew her hair out of her face, her other hand joining her at the crotch as she pushed hard. "Can I go in front of you?"
"I have a mild urge," Caroline waved her hand. "Nothing I can't handle. Go ahead, hon."
"Hon?" Eva said irritated, but she couldn't dwell on that right now. Her bladder was achingly full, and Eva rubbed her thighs together, bent forward. Both hands were pressing deep into her crotch, and she closed her eyes, and bit her lip. I am so never going to postpone going to the bathroom again. Just then, one of the stalls freed up, and the girl who had been holding through her skirt rushed forward, and slammed the stall shut. Eva could hear the hiss of her pee audibly, and it made her moan and shiver with need.
Oh, god... Her bladder contracted hard, and she practically grinded her hand against her crotch, rubbing up against it for more pressure.
Caroline was laughing. "I never thought I'd see the day."
"Please shut up." Eva grit her teeth, and squeezed hard, clenching back for all it was worth. Her pee was going to spill out any minute now, and Eva literally was sure it was a 50/50 chance that she would make it or not. The problem with the women's bathroom was that it only had two stalls, and one's lock was broken, so there was basically only one stall. Eva bounced desperately, and her eyes widened in horror when a single spurt leaked into her panties.
"Oh no," Eva squeezed harder, clenching with all her might. "It's actually coming out. For God's sake, this isn't happening again."
"Again?" Caroline arched her brow.
"I mean..." Eva blushed in sudden embarrassment, but before she could say anything, the stall opened, and the skirt-girl walked out, looking super relieved. The other girl in front of her groaned, "Thank god!" and rushed in after her. Only a little longer... Eva whimpered when the skirt-girl turned on the water to wash her hands. The water was not helping, and another spurt escaped, making her panties warm and moist.
Oh, god, hold it Eva... Her fingers pressed harder against her pee hole. Another spurt escaped. Ohh...fuck...
The next minute was agonizingly long for Eva. She kept glancing at the bathroom door, but the girl hadn't come out yet, and Eva was dying. She had both her hands pushed as hard as possible against her pee hole - as much as possible through the fabric of her jeans, anyway - and she was literally doing a pee dance, clenching and unclenching her legs, rocking on her heels, groaning with desperation.
Suddenly, there was a sudden, "Ohmygod!" from behind her. Eva, with both hands still trying to hold back frequent leaks, turned to see Caroline suddenly panic, both hands flying to her crotch, and pressing hard. "Oh my god, I need to pee, oh my god, I need to pee-"
"What?" Eva could barely get the words out. One thought crossed her frantic mind: The bladder epidemic thing. It must have struck Caroline.
At the worst possible moment.
The stall door opened, and the other girl got out. Eva moaned with relief, and started forward, but Caroline ran past her. "Sorry girl, but I was here first, and I'm dying now!"
Eva stared in horror as the stall door slammed shut. She wanted to say, but you said I could go first, but her bladder was so agonizingly full and she couldn't think of anything else but how she was going to piss herself in a matter of seconds. Her hands pressed harder against her crotch, and her whole body trembled, from her legs, to her bum, to her back, to try to hold back the inevitable flood.
Please come out Caroline, was all she could pray. Come out before my pee does. |
This story has been sitting around for awhile, so I might as well post a couple of chapters now. I'm starting off with chapter one and two at the same time because chapter one is way too short to post on it's own. The omorashi doesn't start until chapter three, so I guess that's another reason to post both one and two at the same time.Thanks, frostyjr2, for taking time to edit this odd story so far. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1: Mixup_____ woke up at the sound of an alarm. Hitting the snooze button, _____ groggily rolled out of bed, getting ready to start the day. _____ noticed something odd, they were wearing pink pajamas. "That's odd." _____ thought. "I don't ever wear pink." but they shrugged, walking over to a drawer and opening it, noticing the neatly folded skirts inside."My mom must have accidently placed my sister's clothes in here." _____ thought, instead going through the drawers to pull out some skinny jeans and a grey T-shirt. _____ took off their pajamas and slowly put on the shirt and jeans, not really willing to wake up just yet. Then sleepily looking in the mirror to make sure they looked okay, he did a double-take, not believing what his eyes had witnessed."Am I... a girl?!" _____ said, fully waking up from her previously tired state. She looked closely, rubbing her eyes a few times and looking up and down, but the image was as real as the Earth."I- I must be dreaming. That's it! I'm dreaming! Soon enough, I'll wake up and it'll all be-""Kristina! Hurry up! It's the last day of school and you have a final to do in Electronics class!"A feminine voice, _____ thought, and that of an adult. It must be her dream mother."I'm coming! Give me a minute!" Kristina yelled, looking for her backpack. As she spotted the bag, she noticed a pile of books and papers left aside in a pile. Picking up one of the books, she saw that it read "Spanish III"."Good thing I already took that test in my dream, I'm awful at foreign languages." Kristina gently placed the book down and looked towards the backpack, noticing the key-chain dangling from the small cyan bag. The key-chain contained, of other things, multiple cute little animals."I have to admit, this is one detailed dream."Reaching for the backpack, She unzipped it, revealing a folded piece of paper, a red mechanical pencil, spare lead, a spare eraser, a pink watch, and a pink graphing calculator. First picking up the calculator, she opened it up and turned it on, noticing the colored battery in the top. She then hit the graph button, noticing multiple colored lines representing the shape of a heart on the screen."A full-color graphing calculator, must have cost a lot." Kristina said, thinking back to what her mother said, then also thinking about a contradiction that had entered her head."I already did this final exam two days ago, I should have arrived at my new house yesterday, and I was supposed to visit my new school today to look around for next year... Hmmm, but I can't remember much else."She then turned off the calculator and replaced it in her bag, pulling out the piece of paper. Unfolding it, she noticed that it was a map, reading ‘Thule High School’. That seemed to ring a bell in her head."It was this school, I'm sure of it!"She then looked more closely at the map itself, noticing multiple rooms that are circled and crossed out with a big 'X' on each.The only one that wasn't 'X'ed out was marked room 169."That must be where my exam is."She then looked at the back of the map, noticing a schedule labeling what two times tests are taken, with some of the names of classes that were crossed out next to each of the other two.The uncrossed out "Electronics" class was on the bottom half. Kristina looked at the time noted on the sheet, memorizing it, then folded the paper and placed it into her pocket.She picked up the watch and put it on her wrist, checking the time to compare with what she had memorized. It was twenty-five minutes until the first time, plenty of time to make it for her final exam.Kristina's mother, however, disagreed."You don't want to be late for the bus. You know I can't drive you there today, I have work!"Realizing her mother was right, Kristina quickly zipped up her backpack and pulled it over her shoulders.She opened the door to her room, but before she could even take a step, Kristina heard her mother gasp."Kristina Promethia! What are you wearing, and on your last day of school for this year!” Her mother frowned and continued, “I thought you had fashion sense! Please, have some forethought!"Kristina was now frozen in place, the barrage of her mother’s words causing confusion and affecting her like a strong gust of wind, keeping her from leaving the room and even forcing her back a few steps."You even told me last night, 'I'll wear the pink silk blouse and matching chiffon skirt, they’ll go nicely with my cyan backpack.' Then you went on to say, 'I might as well leave an impression that will last all summer so I can get Alex to like me better'!"Kristina knew this was simply a dream, and she hadn't even existed in this dreamworld to say such things, yet Kristina couldn't help but feel her cheeks heat up as she blushed."I-I didn't say that!" Kristina said.Her mother simply pointed, and said "It's written all over your face, there's no denying it."The blush deepened, and Kristina decided to take on her dream mother by stating the nonexistence of this world. Taking a deep breath, Kristina said "This is all a dream, I'll wake up any minute now." "Ha! and next you're going to say you're someone else who's dreaming!" "Yes, I am! My name is _____ _______!"Nothing but silence was exchanged for a minute, but it was broken by her mother's next words."Dear, I don't feel like joking around any longer. Hurry up and get dressed, or you'll really be late. Oh, and a tip? I think a joke name is funnier when you say it out loud, instead of mouthing out gibberish."----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2: RealizationKristina walked back into her room, closing the door behind her."Normally this is the time I wake up, or at the very least sprout wings and bend my dream to my own will..."She also thought about this Alex she heard mentioned. "Somehow, that name seems off to me..." Thinking back to the conversation, her mother said something about Alex liking her better."Hmmm, it could be short for Alexander, or not... I'll just wait and see, this might still be a dream, after all."Looking around the room, she noticed the aforementioned clothes spread out on her desk. Upon closer inspection of the desk, she also noticed a small red phone and a hand mirror. Picking up the mirror, she took it upon herself to figure out what she looked like more carefully than earlier. Her long, red hair was straight, and her blue-green eyes sparkled, showing off a turquoise hue to them. She looked at her chest, frowning at the lack thereof."I wish I had bigger- what am I saying? I didn't even have them until today, and already I want something more substantial?!"Shaking her head to dispel such thoughts, Kristina opened up her backpack, placing the hand mirror inside, then she pulled out the paper from her pants pocket. Kristina placed the paper on the desk as she quickly got dressed into her vibrant clothing, soon draping the backpack over her shoulder and placing the paper and phone in her skirt pockets."I never wore a skirt before... this feels so..." Kristina couldn't find the right words, leaving the statement hanging without any further elaboration.Leaving her room, she was once again stopped by her mother. "You have your key, right? I'm not going to be home from work by the time you get back.""I think it's, um..." Kristina checked her pockets, not finding any key.Her mother chuckled and pointed at Kristina's backpack."Silly, it's on your key-ring, as always. Well, I'm heading off, bye!"Kristina blushed, noticing she hadn't realized a key would be on something as obvious as the key-ring, and one she had observed earlier. She then thought of something else."Wait, where is the-" but the slamming of the front door made her realize she had asked too late. "... bus... stop..." she trailed off with a frustrated sigh.Heading towards the door, she saw the only pair of shoes remaining. They were cyan, like her backpack, and somehow she knew they were one of a few other pairs of shoes that must be somewhere else.The door swung open as the confused Kristina walked outside, unaware of the bus stop's location. She looked around, and soon noticed a group of students, most of whom seemed eager for summer to start. Walking towards the group, she took the time to look at the sky.The sun hadn't risen too far just yet, but it was pretty bright outside regardless. It looked like it was going to be a sunny day, with there being barely a cloud in the blue sky. She could smell the faint but definite scent of salt being blown on the air coming from the south; the ocean must be close by.Kristina wasn't much of an outdoors kind of person, but even she enjoyed days like these, with the sun heating the air and a gentle breeze blowing up her skirt... Her hands shot down as she noticed what was happening, trying to protect her panties from prying eyes. Looking around, she noticed most of the students were too busy with their conversations to pay her any heed."So, you're even matching with your panties, huh?" a voice said from behind, making Kristina jump.She turned around, noticing a short girl with long, wavy, blonde hair. The girl was wearing a short green dress and tan shoes, along with a tan handbag over her shoulder."Her breasts are bigger than mine..." Kristina mused, a little bit jealous.The girl chuckled, whispering,"Trying to impress someone?"Kristina shook her head, muttering with a blush on her cheeks, "Even if I was, it's none of your business. Anyways, who are you, so keen on perversely peering at my pink panties?"The other girl took a step back pretending to have been hurt from the words that Kristina had so casually handed out."Why, I'm your classmate, remember? From Electronics class? Don't you know my name?""Humor me."The girl brushed back some of her hair before answering."I'm Lissa, Lissa Dysprozy, remember? You gave me some notes to study with yesterday, so I'm surprised you wouldn't remember my name."Kristina didn't say anything in response, so Lissa decided to change the subject. "Anyways, you brought your calculator, right? Ms. Seleen said she's not handing out calculators."Kristina took off her backpack, opening it up to proudly show her calculator."Oh, you have one of the fancy ones Ms. Seleen has! Can I see?" Lissa asked, smiling wide when Kristina nodded and handed her the calculator.Lissa hit a few buttons, then paused to chuckle and say "Typical Kristina."Kristina blushed, knowing full well it was simply just the heart on the graph, yet she still felt embarrassed by Lissa's reaction."W-well, I thought it looked cute, and I'm keeping it there for good luck."Lissa handed back the calculator, giving another small laugh."Whatever you say."The bus soon pulled up to the curb, and Kristina followed her classmate, hoping this wasn't out of the ordinary. They sat together, and the bus started to pull away, heading North towards Thule High School.There was plenty of time until they arrived at the school, and Kristina had decided to think over one question that was going around in her head."I wonder why everyone has all these weird names, even the school..." Sadly for her, she couldn't figure out what exactly they meant, and continued observing the area. Kristina looked around the bus, but the only thing of interest was the obvious nervous expression on Lissa's face."What's wrong? Didn't you study?" Kristina asked. Lissa nodded, but she still looked nervous."I did, but you know I'm terrible at assembling the circuits."Kristina placed her hand on Lissa's shoulder."Don't worry, you'll do alright. Plus with any luck, you might get a very easy one."Lissa smiled back."Thanks, maybe I will."Kristina noted, however, that it wasn't a very convincing smile."So Lissa, do you know where Ms. Seleen got her name? Not trying to be rude or anything, but it sounds rather odd." Kristina asked, not willing to ask where Lissa got her own, much more strange, last name. Lissa chuckled."Yeah, I noticed teachers have weird names.""That's not EXACTLY what I meant to ask, but I need to get some kind of answer." Kristina thought.Lissa continued. "I dunno, someone told me she was born in the Netherlands or something. Does that help?""Not really, but thanks anyways." Kristina responded. "Dang it! I was so close! If only I knew Dutch... Wait, what?" Kristina realized that she somehow already knew what language was being used."Lissa, what do they speak in the Netherlands?""That's an odd question, let me look it up on my phone..." Lissa tapped through her phone, and when she pulled her gaze from it, Lissa said "Dutch, but you're good at guessing this stuff anyways." Questions raised through Kristina's mind. Just as spontaneous as her last question, she asked a new one."What score did I get on my Spanish three final?""W-Well, yesterday you said it was the easiest final you ever took, but you are aware you don't get the scores until later, right? Also, can you stop with all the sudden questions, you're starting to freak me out.""Oh, all right," Kristina sighed, a bit frustrated now."Great, I can't ask her if I'm good at geography or if I know other languages, or anything for that matter." Kristina thought, regretting that the questions she asked didn't give much info that she needed. "I wonder what else I'm good at now that I normally wasn't before..."They finally reached the school, and Kristina didn't seem to take much notice of it, instead trying to think of what questions she should ask other people. Her mind was brought back into reality, when Lissa unwillingly said, "We're here, Kristina. Let's go." Leaving the bus, she had no idea where to go, so she just followed Lissa.On their way, the two girls ran into a confused looking boy. He looked a little familiar, and it seemed that Lissa knew him. "What are you doing here?" Lissa asked the boy, making him turn her way."Oh, I'm just walking around the school." The boy said, then turned to Kristina. "Oh, is that a friend of yours?" the boy said.Kristina must have not met him, she guessed. Lissa nodded her head. "Yes, her name is Kristina. Unlike you, we're here to do more than loiter."The boy smiled, then stretched his hand out to Kristina. "My name is Nick, nice to meet you." He said. As soon as the words left his mouth, Kristina knew that he wasn't saying his real name. Lissa must have also known, since she giggled. Despite that, Kristina couldn't just state "That's not your real name", as she should have had no way of knowing about it. Realizing she was being rude by not shaking Nick's hand, Kristina quickly did so, giving a nervous smile."Well, we have to be going. Try not to get into trouble, if that's not too much to ask." Lissa said, and the boy quickly responded with "Hey, stop making me look bad in front of your friend!" With that, the two girls continued on their path.They soon arrived at their destination, the school cafeteria. There were a decent amount of tables and chairs set up;although it was obvious the room could have held much more tables and chairs, that didn't matter since not too many students were present. Most of the students, Kristina assumed, either had finished their finals earlier in the week, or they were taking them right now. Sitting down at an empty table, the two waited for their exams to start, which would be a few hours away. Kristina wished she could have taken a bus would have gotten them here in the middle of the day, but on the other hand, she realized that she wouldn't have known where the bus stop was if she hadn’t seen the other students all heading for it when she left the house.Lissa had pulled out a handheld game, making Kristina wish she had found one in her house before she left. Kristina decided that she would give Lissa a few minutes, then see if she could ask her a few more questions.Lissa paused her game; she must have sensed Kristina had a question, possibly from Kristina's body language, or possibly some minor mind reading capabilities. Her imagination raced on, reaching multiple outrageous conclusions, but it crashed into a wall when Lissa started to speak."Can you tell me why you're staring at me? I'd understand if it was the game, but you're looking directly at my face.""O-oh, sorry, it's just that I have something to ask you.""What is it?"Now that she was finally getting the opportunity to ask a question, Kristina realized that she had far too many questions to ask, and hadn't thought of what to ask first. Noticing the impatience in Lissa's expression, Kristina decided to go with one she thought of rather recently. "Who was that boy we saw earlier, the one you knew."Lissa rolled her eyes at this."Oh, him. He was my boyfriend two years ago, but we got different high schools. Also, don't think we're close, we broke up after a week, he just wasn't my type.""Then who is your type?"At this, Lissa sprouted a devilish smile."One that would do anything I wanted, thinking of me first instead of himself."Kristina knew from the face Lissa was making, Lissa's type would more accurately fit into the category of 'slave' than 'boyfriend'."Anyways," Lissa continued, "I didn't think I'd see him in this school, but whatever.""Hey, I noticed you were giggling when he introduced himself.""Oh, yeah, that's because that's not his real name. He's using a nickname... get it?" Lissa said, pleased with her play on words.Kristina ignored it, deciding to get to the point. "What's his real name then?"Lissa put a hand on her chin, pretending to think really hard about it. "I don't knooooooow... I think it started with a 'C' or something, but even if I knew you wouldn't need to know or anything, right?"Kristina didn't care too much for Lissa's playful attitude, as she really wanted to get answers. It was obvious she wouldn't get a name right now though, so she decided to ask a different question, hoping she wouldn't get the same reply from Lissa as her mother gave her.Taking a deep breath, Kristina asked the question. "I was wondering if you heard a name before, would you mind if I ask?""Not at all, who?""I was hoping you knew someone called C____ _______."Kristina got really confused, but Lissa stated "No, I haven't heard anyone go by the name 'C'... unless you stopped mid sentence?""Actually... never mind, forget I said that.""Okay, already forgotten! Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to the bathroom."When Lissa left, Kristina's mind was frantically trying to find an answer to what she just said and heard. "C____ _______, why is there a ‘C’ in my mind now? Could that mean that my old name was...? But then that would mean the boy I met was me. No, not me, it's the original Kristina! I wonder if that means we switched bodies somehow... That could be it, maybe that's why the boy looked so familiar! Now I just need to ask him upfront. He should be..."Kristina then realized a very crucial point. "But he could be anywhere in this school, and if I leave here Lissa would probably wonder, plus I don't want to ruin Kristina's image. After all, what if that boy in particular happens to have a similar name, but not be myself? Plus, who's to say I can even get back in my original body? If I'm stuck in Kristina's body forever, I'll have to live with anything I do."Lissa was back, and noticed Kristina was deep in thought."Whatcha thinking about?" Lissa asked.Kristina looked at Lissa, giving a smile. "Oh, nothing much. Just... thinking about what we had to learn for the final. ...Oh, you were worried earlier about not passing the final, so why aren't you studying right now?"Lissa blushed and dropped her gaze, looking rather embarrassed. "Well... You see... I kinda forgot my notes..."Kristina was a little bit surprised by this answer."So you remembered your video game console but forgot your notes?""Well, I had to do something after the test, so when I packed that I thought I already had everything for the test itself!"Kristina shook her head, wondering how people could forget something as important as notes for a final. "You at least have paper, right?""I do, why?""Well, I can sketch out some of the stuff for the circuit, and we can study that way.""Oh, I never thought of that." Lissa replied, taking out her paper while Kristina took out her mechanical pencil."OK, let's get this started." |
Chapter three, here is the omorashi I promised, hope everyone enjoys!Thanks for taking time to edit this chapter, frostyjr2.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter 3: ExamThere were only five minutes until the exam started by the time the two girls finally decided to stop studying. "Thanks for the help, I think I might actually pass this test now." Lissa said, stuffing all the notes in her backpack. "You're welcome. I'll be going to the restroom before the test, then." Kristina got up, but Lissa grabbed Kristina's arm."We have five minutes before it starts; we might not be able to get to the classroom on time if we don't hurry." "Bu-... OK." Kristina responded, capitulating reluctantly. Lissa smiled, and they started walking to room 169. "You know how Ms. Seleen is about students arriving on time. Remember how she locked that one student out of the classroom for being ten seconds late?" "I remember that, who wouldn't?" Kristina lied.Of course she didn't remember it at all, but she figured she might as well not disagree with Lissa about something so trivial.They continued talking, and before the two girls knew it, the classroom was in front of them. "Ready?" Lissa asked. Kristina nodded. "Ready." "Let's go in, then."Entering the room, Kristina saw multiple tables, with two seats per table. Not too many students were in the room, so either they had done the tests earlier in the week or there just weren't that many in this class.Whatever the case, Kristina followed Lissa, unsure if there were arranged seats for the final, but guessing that it would be with Lissa. Or at the worst, Lissa would tell her where her seat was. Either way, on the way to her seat, Kristina heard her teacher talking with one of the students."So I bet you've got some big plans for the summer, right Ms. Seleen?" asked a boy. The teacher shrugged."Not really, what did you think I was going to do?" "I don't know, probably go to the beach since the sun is great this time of year!" Ms. Seleen smiled back at the student."Oh, I actually don't like being in the sun too much, but I do like stargazing at night. The moon looks great outside, especially when it's full..." The boy gave a small laugh. "That sounds really romantic, I bet you have a guy you plan on watching the night sky with, huh?"Ms. Seleen blushed, and whispered something in the boy's ear, and the boy had a surprised expression on his face. "You're really dati-" "Shhh, I said don't tell anyone."Ms. Seleen quickly silenced the boy, who proceeded to whisper to Ms. Seleen. Unable to listen in on anymore of the conversation, Kristina sat next to Lissa.She set her bag down beside the table and pulled out her supplies,carefully laying out her red pencil, spare pencil lead, spare eraser, and her pink graphing calculator neratly on the table in front of her.Looking at her watch, she realized that they still had a minute or twountil the exam was to start. "Not enough, however, to go to the restroom and back" Kristina thought.Checking to see if somehow her calculator had stopped working between now and the last time she looked at it, she turned it on. And was rewarded with a message.It read "Are you able to read this?" in lime green text. Kristina turned to Lissa and asked "Did you type a message in my calculator?" Lissa faced her, but she seemed confused."No, why?" "Nothing, I was just wondering..."Lissa resumed her previous position, questioning if she truly understood the notes. Kristina brought her attention back to the calculator. She checked to see if there were any programs installed, but there weren't any, and from what she knew about most calculators, they didn't have WiFi.Expecting no reply, she typed "Yes, who are you?".Waiting a few seconds, she was surprised to get a new message. "Time for that later, but I know what's going on with you." "What do you mean?" "You aren't the same person you used to be, are you?" "So what if I'm not?" she typed rapidly. "Sorry, but I see you don't trust me just yet, and I think your about to take a final, am I right?" Kristina was about to type something else, but the bell rang, drawing her attention. It was signaling the start of exams.Looking back at her calculator, she saw it read "Talk to you later, good luck." and within a few seconds, all of the messages cleared, leaving no trace."This is one odd calculator, it sure makes me believe this is just one long dream...""Kristina, pay attention, she's explaining the final." Lissa whispered, prodding Kristina's arm with a pencil.Kristina nodded and listened to Ms. Seleen, rubbing her arm from the not-so-gentle poking.The teacher explained there was to be a written portion to start off with and then a circuit was to be constructed with whatever parts were handed out. A basic diagram showed the circuit and explained what was to be accomplished by said circuit, which, once constructed correctly, ended the final exam. What really caught Kristina's attention was the last sentence. "I know you're all ready for summer break, and I am to, but if you finish early, you must wait until the bell rings to be dismissed. I would say it's to discourage speeding through your last final and get it over with, but it's actually school policy."A student raised their hand, and Ms. Seleen pointed, giving him permission to speak. "What if we need a drink of water, or something? Can we go then?" The boy asked. Ms. Seleen shook her head, saying "Sorry, but you’re not allowed to leave the classroom (early) at all . Even I'm not allowed outside until the bell rings."Kristina soaked in those words with dread. She could feel her bladder already telling her to empty itself, how could she survive another hour, even less two and a half?Kristina received two piles of paper, made up of two papers stapled together each.Giving one to Lissa, she could have sworn she saw Lissa slump back in her chair, but this time with a smile on her face. In fact, she did, for the teacher also noticed. "Did I make it too easy?" Ms. Seleen asked, a smile on her face. Lissa shook her head. "No, it's just easy enough." Ms. Seleen's mood seemed to improve, glad her students were actually learning. Or so she hoped; she hadn't received any finished copies yet, but she was optimistic. Kristina, having already taken the test before (albeit from a different teacher, at a different school, and in a different body) also thought it wasn't too difficult.Ohm's Law was practically ingrained in her head by now, and she finished the written part of the final within twenty minutes.Grabbing the paper with the diagram of the circuit and the parts to go with it, she quickly assembled it, taking a few minutes to double check it before reporting to the teacher.That part had taken about ten minutes, as the circuit was rather simple, but she had noticed the gradual increase in pressure on her bladder the whole time.When the teacher walked up to her, Kristina demonstrated the circuit in action, and was pleased to have succeeded on her first try.The teacher collected the exam from her and moved on to Lissa, but Kristina didn't pay her any mind. Now Kristina could now fully concentrate on the only thing that mattered until the end of the test period: not drenching herself with pee. She could feel the pressure within her continuing to build; it was very slow, but she could definitely feel it.Trying not to draw suspicion, she placed one hand in her lap, doing the best she could at discreetly holding her pee in.Checking her watch, she was surprised to realize only ten minutes had gone by. She thought that, at the very least, a half hour had passed, if not an entire hour!How could time flow so slowly, yet her bladder fill so quickly? Her bladder slowly swelled more and more, filling up, and weighing downwards, making its condition more known than before.Her stomach gurgled. Was it because it was telling her she still hungry, only having eaten half of a sandwich Lissa had so generously offered? Or that it was busy turning that one bottle (too many) of water that Lissa also gave her, turning it into the very much unwanted pee that was slowly, but surely, filling her bladder? She didn't know, but she dare not take her mind off her bladder for too long, or it might try to empty itself on its own. Twenty minutes had gone by.Kristina looked to her right, and was pleased to see Lissa sleeping. The less people that knew the state she was in, the better. Kristina shifted in her seat, and pressed her hand down into her skirt a little harder, trying to keep the sensation down, and succeeding, if only slightly. Ten more minutes had gone by.By now Kristina had begun to gently bounce, trying her best to keep it in. Her mind was whispering "gotta pee, gotta pee" over and over in her head. Another student raised their hand. It was a girl this time.Ms. Seleen approached her, saying "What is it? You already finished your test." "Well, I was wondering if I could use the restroom real quick, it won't be long..." "Sorry, but you know what I said, we all have to stay in the classroom.You'll just have to hold it." "Fine," the girl replied somewhat petulantly. Kristina wanted to block out the whole conversation. It was making her need to pee that much greater, but she couldn't help hearing every single word.Twenty minutes had passed by now; that left one more hour remaining.Her bouncing was getting a little more pronounced, and she had to stuff her other hand between her legs. She looked around to see that everyone else around her was preoccupied, mostly having their consciousness traded for some well earned sleep.However, there was one person in particular Kristina most certainly wanted preoccupied, but unfortunately, she wasn't. The girl from earlier who needed the restroom. The one who was squirming desperately right in front of her now.Kristina tried slowing down her bouncing, but she was forced to press her hands even more into her skirt. It didn't help much, but it was all she could do at the moment.Forty-five minutes left.Or was it all she could do? Her hands were craving to grab herself, but not through her skirt. Something that would help even more..."No! I would never do that!" But maybe just one hand under her skirt? Just that little bit more, just one hand pressed against her panties to help her hold..."I can’t, that's unladylike!" she thought.But she had only been a girl for all of today, what could she possibly know about what was or wasn't ladylike? Her bladder was sending more signals, and she was getting more desperate by the second. Maybe she could hold it without being obstructed by panties?"I need more pressure there, or I'll surely burst any minute, but I can't stoop that low..." or could she? Only forty minutes left, and it was getting painful to hold."Are you okay?" a female voice whispered from in front of her.Luckily, Kristina didn't get startled from it, or she would have lost it right then and there. "Y-yeah, I'm fine." Kristina said, but it did no more than prove to the girl in front of her that she was, in fact, not okay. "Are you sick?" "N-no." "Then do you... need to pee?" The word 'pee' brought a shiver down Kristina's spine."O-of c-course not!... Just, p-please, ignore me." The girl was worried for Kristina, but realized she could do nothing to help, especially considering the shape she was in herself. Thirty-five minutes.A spasm.Pee leaked out of Kristina despite wishing otherwise, yet it stopped as quickly as it started.She could feel her panties getting damp from soaking in the small amount of pee, and she was feeling her chances of making it out of this room dry slip away. Thirty minutes until she could leave.Her bouncing was back to its more obvious form, and her hands dug into her skirt, unable to even go under her skirt if she wanted now, as even moving her hands slightly could cause the dam to burst. That didn't lower the temptation, however. She leaned forward, trying her best to hold it in, and she now started to give up on hiding her desperation. Who would care anyways if they knew she had to pee or not? It would be much more humiliating to wet herself than to explain why she was holding herself in class on the last day of school. Twenty-five minutes until she could pee.The girl looked back, but all she could give to help Kristina with was a nervous smile. Even she wasn't sure Kristina could make it to the end of the class. Another wave hit Kristina, and she could feel the pee squirt out of her again, this time lasting a little longer than the last. She could feel her now very wet panties cling to her skin, not helping her predicament at all. Twenty minutes until relief.Shaking, bouncing, clenching, shifting left and then right, none of it was helping as well as it was earlier. Yet, if she stopped any single one, she would instantly cover the seat with Kristina pee. It was getting more difficult to hold, and more painful at that, making her question if she should just give up right there. But she couldn't, no, she wouldn't!Only ten more minutes, and she would be on that porcelain throne she craved very much! Just ten more minutes!Time was crawling at an unbelievably slow rate, but only two more minutes, and she would be free... or so she thought. As if like a curse, Kristina could hear her bladder’s cries of pain. It was stubborn, and it wanted to get its way. And it wanted to be emptied, now. Kristina could feel the urgency suddenly build as she heard her bladder yell "I need to go right now!" And it started to dribble pee, only stopping after soaking her panties and creating a wet spot on the front and an even bigger one on the back of her skirt.She only had one more minute to go, maybe not even that much! She held on as best she could, trying to keep everything in.Finally, the bell rang. She was now allowed to leave. She wanted to leave, actually, she wished she could leave, but she was pinned down by her own bladder.The bell was long, and while many students picked up their things and left school to ride a bus or some other form of transportation, Kristina was sitting motionless in her seat now.One last wave of urgency had gone through her body the very moment the bell rang, but her bladder muscles had been too fatigued to handle it, so there was nothing else poor Kristina could do about it.Pee started gushing out of her at a tremendous rate, and the only thing she was glad for was, while her skirt was getting drenched, nobody could hear the pee overflow and spatter onto the floor since the bell was still ringing. Or it could have been the fact they wanted to start summer break as soon as possible, but that didn't make much of a difference. Her skirt was quickly darkening until not even an inch was spared from her pee. Even her blouse had gotten a bit wet, the pee wicking up it slightly. Tears mimicked her pee, bursting from her eyes and falling to the floor as well, splashing, mixing together, only making the puddle grow that much larger.When her pee finally stopped, she realized something, she was still pinned to the chair, but not due to her bladder, but by another force. Looking with her blurry, tear-filled eyes, she realized she was being embraced. No, not just embraced, she was being hugged. "Kristina, I’m so sorry! If I only knew you had to go that badly, I would have let you go to the restroom before class," the voice from behind her said.Kristina shook her head, looking down, her face absolutely crimson. "No, it's not your fault, I'm just a little girl, I can't even make it to the end of class without wetting myself..." "No, you're not a little girl; accidents happen." Kristina didn't respond to that; her attention was focused on the puddle spreading slowly at her feet. She didn't even notice as Lissa quickly put away Kristina's supplies into Kristina's backpack, carrying that with her own bag. Lissa sighed, knowing she had to say something she dreaded."Is your mom able to come pick you up, or is she at work again?" Kristina shook her head, saying "She's at work, she won't be able to pick me up." Lissa didn't know what to do, for neither of them had their driver's licenses yet, nor did they have any parents available to pick them up. "I guess I'll have to ride the bus home, let's g-"It was Ms. Seleen that interrupted her. "I'll drive you home, Kristina." "But Ms. Seleen..." Kristina muttered. "No buts, I can't have a nice girl like you riding a bus when it's obvious you had an accident, and on the last day of school, no less!" Kristina looked up, wiping away the tears as best she could, smiling."Thanks, Ms. Seleen, and can you give Lissa a ride as well?" "I don't see why not… she lives close to you and you need a friend to comfort you anyhow." She was beginning to feel a bit better now, but as she got up, Kristina’s slightly more cheerful mood was shattered as the pee that had collected in between her legs fell and splashed into the existing puddle, even rolling down her not-so-dry legs. The falling pee splashed onto her sneakers, completely soaking any parts that might have somehow been left dry. Tears welled up in her eyes once again, and she tried her best not to cry anew. Taking a few steps to the door, she could hear the splashing of her pee, and the subsequent squelching of her drenched socks and sneakers.They waited until the hallways were empty, then they left the school and got into Ms. Seleen's car.The ride was mostly silent, although halfway through it, Lissa whispered, "I noticed you've been asking a lot of questions, so when you feel better, you can ask me some more."Then she smirked and raised a finger. "But that doesn't mean I'll answer every question."They arrived in front of Kristina's house, and Lissa walked Kristina to the front porch, after thanking Ms. Seleen, of course. Taking Kristina's key, she opened the door and left Kristina's backpack inside the house. "I'll be at my house next door if you need me, okay? Just get yourself cleaned up, Kristina." Lissa said, trying to comfort Kristina some more. Kristina rubbed her eyes, then responded with "OK, thank you for the help." Lissa smiled, and before she left, she said "That's what friends are for, right?" Kristina shut the door closed as Lissa walked away. “Well, that was certainly humiliating enough,” she thought.“Not only am I a girl now, but I just wet myself like a little 4 year old one.”She brought the backpack up to her room, leaving it beside the bed. Kristina quickly stripped in her room, placed her phone on the table, grabbed some pajamas. After taking the dirty clothes to the laundry room, she took a hot shower, then got dressed in her pink pajamas afterwards.She laid on the bed, absolutely drained from what the day had brought. "I hope this really is just a dream" Kristina thought, and then her eyes closed. She was sound asleep in seconds. |
I hope I didn't make anyone wait too long! Here's chapter four, enjoy!
And once again, thanks for continuing to edit my story, frostyjr2.
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Chapter 4: Problems
"There is something important I have to tell you," Kristina read on her calculator.
She didn't remember even picking up the calculator, but Kristina didn't question it, instead questioning the person that had been doing who knows what to communicate via calculator. Or was that ‘calculators’?,
Kristina didn't know for sure if the other person was using a calculator to communicate, but she had no reason to doubt it.
In any case, it didn’t matter much one way or the other.
"What is it?" Kristina typed back, but she didn't get an immediate answer.
Waiting a few minutes, she put down the calculator, realizing she needed to pee. Getting up from her bed only seemed to add more pressure, and she bent forward, holding herself between her legs. Her white skirt was pushed up against her panties, which then pushed against her special spot, but it did nothing to help her desperate state.
"Does Kristina always have to pee this bad in the morning if she doesn't pee before bed? If so, I better remember to pee before bed next time..." she contemplated.
Looking down again, she realized she was wearing a white cotton top, which seemed a bit odd, as she didn't recall getting dressed today. But Kristina could have simply put it on while half-awake and not remembered that she did.
Kristina looked back at her calculator, wondering if she should wait for the response, but her need was climbing very very quickly, and surely the important thing the other person was trying to say could wait, right?
Making up her mind, she quickly headed out the door, running towards the bathroom. She slammed into the door, not noticing it was closed.
Now Kristina could hear the shower running, making her need even worse. Caring more about trying not to wet herself again than peeing in front of her mother, Kristina tried the doorknob, but it only rattled. It was locked.
Banging on the door with her free hand, Kristina shouted, "Mom, I really need to pee, please let me in!" But she got no reply. Kristina leaned against the wall, holding herself with both hands now, bouncing up and down to try and hold it, but nothing seemed to be helping.
C____ woke up, looking around the dark room. "It must have just been a really long dream." C____ thought. Looking down at his chest, he noticed he no longer had breasts.
He was back in his original body. Quickly getting out of bed, C____ leaned forward, stuffing a hand in his crotch, noticing once again the need to pee. "I must have really needed to pee by the end, that's why I woke up up." he deduced. Shuffling towards the door, he opened it, looking through the dark hallway, trying to find a bathroom. Seeing the closest door, he reached for the doorknob, but found none. Inspecting the door, he noticed it had a little 'Men's restroom' symbol on it.
"Am I in a hotel or something?" Ignoring that and pushing against the door, it wouldn't budge. This bathroom was also locked. "What? It won't open! If I don't find an open bathroom soon, I'll surely flood myself!"
Looking around desperately, C____ noticed a sign with an arrow on it. Looking towards where it pointed, he saw another door, this time with the 'Woman's restroom' symbol on it. "Th-this is going to be so embarrassing if someone finds me, but the only other choice I have is wetting myself." Making up his mind, C____ ran towards the door, opening it with his shoulder. It swung open, and his eyes lit up at the site of a multitude of cubicles. Taking another step, he stopped, hearing a dripping sound.
Looking down, she realized that her white skirt was getting wet, somehow not even noticing nor caring about the fact that she was no longer a boy. The sight of her skirt turning yellow before her very eyes was enough of an embarrassing distraction to not pay any mind to the aforementioned fact.
Trying to press harder into her skirt didn't stop the torrent of pee from falling from her failing floodgates, creating a puddle on the floor. Her skirt was getting so saturated that the pee even traveled up her shirt an inch before the peeing stopped. She couldn't feel any of that pee, instead feeling as if it pooled against her back more so than her front.
Kristina woke up, noticing that it was later in the day from when she fell asleep. It wasn't night just yet, as the sun hadn't fully set, but it was still rather late in the day. Remembering the calculator, she pulled it out of the backpack beside her bed, seeing two new lines of text since before the dream, yet they were oddly familiar.
"There is something important I have to tell you."
"What is it?"
No response to the last message, and for a second she thought she was still dreaming. Shifting around in her bed to get a bit more comfortable, she no longer thought she was dreaming. While her heart sank, she now wished she was still dreaming. Looking at her bed, she noticed the drenched sheets, and peeling them off her, she was presented with the equally drenched pajamas Kristina was wearing. Placing the calculator back in her backpack, she yanked the sheets off the bed, determined to hide this evidence before it came to light.
Opening the door to her room, she paused, noticing her mother standing there, right hand ready to knock on the door. And her left carrying Kristina's peed in clothes from earlier. "When I took them to the laundry room, I probably should have actually placed them IN the washer..." Kristina thought ruefully. An awkward pause filled the air, and soon Kristina couldn't help but turn crimson, tears flowing down her cheeks. Dropping the wet sheets, Kristina fell to her knees, sobbing at the embarrassment of it all. She only stopped when she heard her mother's soft voice.
"It's okay Kristina, just calm down and we can talk about it." Kristina sniffed, but nodded. Her mother helped her up, then said. "On second thought, why don't you give me your wet pajamas and sheets while you take a shower. We can talk after."
Kristina handed the sheets over and walked into her room. Opening the drawer that held her skirts, she grimaced at the sight of the white skirt she was wearing in her dream.
She thought for a second that she should wear pants, but somehow even the thought of wearing pants only reminded her that, no, this was not a dream, and yes, this was real. Covering it up with a few other skirts, she pulled out a long black one, then grabbed a red short-sleeved shirt, along with a red pair of panties. She walked out of the room towards the bathroom, taking off the dirty clothes to a laundry hamper in the room.
Finished with her shower, and fully dressed, Kristina pulled out the clothes to hand to her mother, who was washing some of the other clothes in the laundry room. Kristina's mother motioned for Kristina to follow, and they walked towards the living room, each sitting on a chair.
Kristina felt awkward with the whole situation, not wanting to be there at all. She looked around nervously, not really wanting to meet her mother's gaze, yet she couldn't help locking eyes with her now. Kristina felt like a little girl who was waiting to be scolded by her reluctant mother. Opening her mouth, Kristina's mother hesitated, but soon made up her mind to forge ahead despite the awkward subject.
"I know that you've still been wetting the bed every few months or so... well... I'll just get it out there… now you've started having accidents during the day, and we might have to do something if you keep it up."
Kristina was torn. On one hand, she was upset that her mother was coming to such a conclusion for a matter that was a complete accident. On another, she was mad that she ended up in this body in the middle of such a dilemma.
Her mother spoke again, partly realizing what was the matter.
"I know what you’re thinking, but this should not be a punishment, in fact, it would be a good way to cope with it.
It's not gonna happen today, don't worry about that, I just wanted to tell you ahead of time, that way it won't be such a surprise when it does happen." Kristina was barely listening anymore, instead choosing to look at the floor rather than have to acknowledge what her mother was saying.
Giving a deep sigh, her mother said, "That's all, you can go."
Without further delay, Kristina made her way back to her room, seeing her bed in its sheet-less glory. With everything that had been going on, she hadn't even realized the fact that there was a plastic sheet on her bed. That was somewhat surprising to her because she had been in the bed a couple of times now, yet never had noticed the plastic sheet.
"I guess it's because I didn't expect there to be one in the first place," she thought to herself.
Taking a closer look, she noticed something strange. The bed was completely dry now.
Kristina shrugged, thinking that in the time she had taken cleaning up in the shower, her mother could have dried it off with plenty of time to spare.
Looking around her room, she remembered about the calculator. Picking it up, she noticed a new message had appeared, and she had to scroll down to read it all, as the screen made the font size rather large. "The main thing I have to tell you is, to get right to the point, if we don't do something by this summer's end, you'll be stuck in that body permanently. I won't go into details now, but I'd like to tell you I'm trying my very best to figure out a way to get you back. I advise you check this calculator at the very least once a day, just in case I hit a breakthrough."
Kristina absorbed all of the info. Instead of answering her questions, though, it only seemed to generate more of them. And the biggest one of them all being "Who is this person?" Like it or not, the way this person was talking, it was obvious they wanted to stay anonymous, at least for the moment. Kristina took this as the best time to ask a very specific question. "Do you know who I originally was?"
The next message seemed to shake Kristina up quite a bit. It began, "While I am aware that you are in the body of Kristina, and that you swapped bodies,
No
I do not know. And from the fact that you're asking this question, sadly, I doubt neither do you."
Kristina stared at the screen in disbelief.
"How could you know I swapped bodies but not know who I am?!"
"I can't tell you that yet."
"Why can’t you tell me now?!"
"Because it's something I have to show you. And before you ask me if you can see it now, no, it's not repaired yet."
"Then what am I supposed to do, wait?"
"How about finding your original body, and then report back to me when you do?"
"Fine," Kristina replied petulantly.
Turning off the calculator, she tossed it on her desk and sprawled herself across her bed, staring at the ceiling. Sure she wanted to get back in her old body, but right now she just wanted a break.
Kristina had had a big day, after all. The clock hadn't even struck twelve o-clock, yet and already she had wet herself in class and wet the bed, in that order. Sure, she couldn't really get any sleep until she got her sheets back, but that didn't mean she had to leave the room and do something eventful either.
Hearing a phone ring, she looked around, seeing her phone vibrating on the table. Thinking over whether she should answer or not, Kristina made up her mind and flicked the phone open.
"Hello?"
"Hi, it's me, Lissa. I just wanted to know if you're alright." Kristina stayed silent, remembering what happened only just a short while ago.
Lissa registered the lull in the conversation, and decided it was best to move on.
"W-well, I was wondering if you would like to go to the beach with me tomorrow... if you're up for it, that is."
Kristina thought about it. After the message she saw, Kristina wondered if she should accept, but her train of thought was interrupted by a knock on her door. Her mom opened the door announcing that, "Dinner is ready."
"I'll be down in a bit." Kristina answered back. She quickly answered Lissa's question before heading downstairs to eat.
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"I'm so glad you agreed!" Lissa shouted with glee.
Feeling a bit shy in her new body, Kristina had chosen a modest green one-piece tank style bathing suit. Lissa was wearing a blue bikini, and the skimpy top accentuated her breasts, Kristina noted enviously as she looked down at the front of her own bathing suit.
"What's wrong?" Lissa asked, and Kristina looked up with a blush.
"N-nothing!"
Lissa grinned and looked around the beach, her eyes locking on a couple underneath an umbrella.
"So the rumors were true!" Lissa said, pointing towards the couple.
Kristina followed Lissa's gaze and saw a man in a lab coat sitting next to a woman.
The man looked more at home working in the lab then laying on the beach, and not just because of the lab coat. From his slightly singed hair and the traces of ashes on his face, it looked like he had tried (and failed) to clean up after an explosion. With the streaks of black in his hair, it was hard to tell what hair color he had, but it seemed to be most likely blonde. Or, because of the ashes remaining in it, dirty blonde. Kristina chuckled at the thought, bringing a sideways glance from Lissa.
Temporarily distracted by how out-of-place the lab coat (and the man inside it) was, it took Kristina a while to notice who the woman was.
"Is that-"
"Yep, it's Ms. Seleen. You should recognize the person she's with; after all, you've been hanging out with him for the past few weeks."
Kristina was about to deny it, but she realized directly denying such a thing would only confuse Lissa. Besides, for all she knew, she actually had been doing just that.
After thinking for a second she responded with a vague reply.
"Well, I sometimes have problems spelling his name." Kristina nearly slapped herself in the face for the terrible way she had handled the problem.
Lissa looked at her with a confused expression.
"What are you saying?"
"Forget it..."
Lissa's interest was piqued, however.
"You know something, Kristina, you've been acting weird since the last time you met up with him." She leaned forward, conveying her concern quite obviously towards Kristina.
"Did he do some mad scientist kind of project on you?"
"I don't kn- I mean, no..." Kristina stammered awkwardly.
Lissa was not convinced, and started inspecting Kristina closely.
"H-hey! what are you doing?!" Kristina protested as she was being looked over with a fine-tooth comb. Lissa reluctantly stopped, and then suddenly burst out into laughter.
"Haha, I can't keep the joke going any longer! I don't believe he'd do something like that to you." Lissa said. "But, then again..." Lissa continued, a big grin on her face.
"This girl is strange..." Is all Kristina could think of in response.
"Anyways, we may as well leave Ms. Seleen and Mr. Teiresia alone. After all, I've been dying to go to the beach ever since exams!"
Kristina, having a hunch, said what was on her mind.
"Didn't you go to the beach during exams?"
Lissa was surprised for a second, yet quickly recovered. "W-well, I said before exams, so the times I went to the beach on exam days didn't count!"
"Whatever you say, Lissa."
Lissa smiled. "Yeah, whatever I say, so come on, let's talk to them!"
Kristina paused, hearing the contradiction clearly.
"But didn't you just say we should leave them alone?"
Lissa shrugged, saying "Yeah, but we didn't even talk to them yet. We need to talk to them first before we can leave them alone, right?"
Blinking, Kristina took a second before speaking up.
"I don't think that's how it works..."
"Sure it is! After all, if we don't talk to them now, they may leave us before we can leave them alone."
On that confusing note, they approached the couple. |
I bet nobody was expecting me to release a new chapter the week after Christmas!...or maybe you did, but that's besides the point. As per usual, thanks for editing this story, frostyjr2. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I thought that chapter 4 was running a little long, so if it seems as though it was cut in the middle of something, this is the reason. So, this is technically chapter 4.5 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Noticing the presence of the two girls, Ms. Seleen and Mr. Teiresia stopped their conversation."Hey Ms. Seleen!" Lissa said, and Seleen smiled in return."How are you girls? I bet your summer has been going well."Kristina gave a halfhearted smile, thinking about everything that had happened yesterday. Realizing what Kristina was thinking, Lissa decided there was no harm in thanking Ms. Seleen."Thanks for yesterday, Ms. Seleen.""Yeah, th-thanks." Kristina softly said in turn."No worries, but let's forget about that, it's summer, after all,”Ms. Seleen replied with a gentle smile.Looking at the man, Kristina asked the obvious question."Why are you wearing a lab coat?"The man smiled, and said, "Well, you're aware I'm a scientist, right?""Yeah, wait, are you saying it's in case you need to head to the lab in a hurry?"Mr. Teiresia gave a small laugh."Oh, that's not true, because it would still have sand on it from the beach. I'm just used to wearing a lab coat everywhere, I guess.""Well, I feel like we’re interrupting you two, so we'll be going." Lissa said.They waved at each other saying their goodbyes before Lissa and Kristina walked away.Being at the beach and all, they decided it was a good idea to go for a swim.After an hour of that, they realized that the couple was waving them down. Approaching them, the two girls noticed a basket on the towel they were laying on."What's that?" Kristina asked.Lissa looked at Kristina with a smile on her face."Don't tell me you now don't know what a basket looks like, do you?""I know that! I mean, what's inside the basket?"Ms. Seleen was looking away from the girls as she said her next words. "Well, I decided to make lunch for Mr. Teiresia and I, but he insisted we share it with you two."Mr. Teiresia, obviously picking out what Ms. Seleen thought about it, chimed in. "Dear, you did say you packed way too much, and we can always eat lunch alone later.""W-well...""How about this, I'll make us something to eat later tonight. It's a full moon out tonight, remember?"Ms. Seleen brightened up at that answer, and turned back to face the girls."Well, help yourselves!"The culinary skills of Ms. Seleen were well known throughout the community, so this was quite the treat.Gladly chowing down on the delicious food, the girls were soon filled up and ready to have some more fun. After a brief back and forth dispute on whether swimming immediately after eating gives cramps is a proven fact, or just an old wives’ tale, they agreed to see who could build a better sand castle instead. After Kristina claimed victory, Lissa decided to knock over part of it to declare herself the winner, after which her own sand castle was demolished by Kristina.They continued on like this until later in the day, when they finally decided to leave.Upon reaching her home, Kristina was met at the door by her mother. "Oh, Kristina, I was about to leave, but I guess I'll need you for what I'm going out to get.""OK, but can I at least change out of my swimsuit first?"Her mother nodded and smiled."Of course. Now hurry, I have things to do afterwards, so the less time this takes the better!"Running upstairs, Kristina quickly changed into a short, green dress with orange flowers scattered all over it.As she pulled out a pair of orange, open toed shoes, Kristina realized something for the first time. First off, she had known where to find the shoes that went with her dress. Second, and most intriguing, despite her previous gender, Kristina seemed to have instantly made a habit of wearing a bra, despite not even thinking about such a thing, doing it purely on instinct. She had never even thought about it this way, but maybe the habits of the real Kristina were somehow being transferred over, a little at a time."Kristina!""Coming!"Grabbing a book and her phone, Kristina quickly headed back downstairs, hurrying into the car with her mother.On the way to the store, Kristina looked at the book. It was decently long, and the medieval/fantasy really piqued her interests. It was about the time when she was halfway done with the first chapter when she realized she hadn't gone to the bathroom in awhile, but that wasn't too worrisome because by then they were already pulling in to the store's parking lot."We're here, Kristina. Make sure to lock your door.""I know, mom." Kristina replied, locking the door as instructed. Trying the handle, she realized that, by locking the door, she had thus trapped herself."Oh, Kristina, I meant lock it when you left the car." Kristina blushed, realizing how childish she looked. When her mother unlocked the door, Kristina got out and locked the door. She noticed a little white circle on the part of the door that latched to the car frame."That must be the child-lock, that's probably what kept me inside.""Hey, how new is this car?" Kristina inquired."Oh, I don't remember how new it is exactly, but pretty new. I had to get this car because our normal one is in for repairs, I'm supposed to drop it off later today." Kristina made a mental note to take everything she owned out of the car before the cars swapped back, and the mother and daughter walked into the store. Looking around the store, she realized it was a supermarket of sorts, having many different things all over, from clothes to technology.Kristina didn't know what they were going to buy, so she just followed her mother as she lead here through the aisles before she found what she was looking for.Lost in a daydream and not really paying much attention to anything in particular, Kristina was caught off guard when her mother handed her a bag of goodnights to carry. Blushing bright red, Kristina instantly dropped the bag of diapers on the floor, covering her scarlet face."W-w-what did you just hand me?!""Quite, you want to make a scene?" Her mother said back.Realizing attracting attention would only be worse for her, Kristina whispered back, "Why did you just hand me diapers?""Well, technically they're not diapers, they're protective nighttime underwear, and they are for you."Kristina wished she could ask the question "Why are they for me?", but she could already guess. "I thought you told me yesterday what you planned wasn't happening anytime soon!""We were talking about your daytime accidents, not your nighttime ones. I'm getting tired of cleaning your bed sheets after you wet the bed at night, and I very much doubt you like waking up to wet pajamas either." Kristina's mother said somewhat sternly, then added, "Plus, if we finally have to resort to anything else, they'll help you for any accidents you have in the day."Kristina looked away, hoping not to see anyone she knew, or anyone at all, for that matter."W-well, I guess I'll wear them at night, but not the day!""Kristina, I understand you don't want to wear them in the day, and you don't have to now, but they are less of a give-away than wet clothes."Kristina didn't budge on her stance of the topic at hand, so her mother sighed, stating "OK, I'll just keep a spare one handy in case you need it during the day, but you're going to be wearing one at night, and that's final.""Umm... OK, fine. I’ll wear them at night, but not during the day. Thanks, Mom."Kristina breathed a huge sigh of relief at the terms they had agreed upon.Happy her daughter agreed with her on the necessity of protection at nighttime at least, Kristina's mother carried two packages over to the checkout counter, followed by a very apprehensive daughter.The cashier obviously was having a bad day, so he didn't give the diapers a second glance. When they arrived back at the car, Kristina noticed her mother putting a spare goodnight in the glove compartment before placing the rest of the diapers in the trunk. "Why are you putting one in there?""It's in case you need one on a road trip or something. While we aren't gonna be using this car very long, I might as well get in the habit."Kristina sighed, and sat back in the passenger seat. They drove for a minute before arriving at another store.Turning off the car, Kristina's mother turned to her daughter and said "You don't have to come in, but I might be awhile. You wanna come inside?""Nah, I'd rather read this book."Checking the title, Kristina's mother smiled."You need to read more than just that book, Kristina. I know it's your favorite, but still."Lowering the windows so it stayed cool, and locking her door, her mother instructed Kristina to do the same to her own, just to be safe. A quick "Seeya!" was exchanged between the two, and then silence filled the car, the perfect background for reading a book.The book started off rather simply, mostly just trying to get the readers familiar with the characters. There was the occasional humorous conversation, but the undertone of the story made it obvious something big was going to happen later. By chapter six, the main introductions were over with, and most of the preliminary character building as well, and Kristina was starting to pay closer attention to it. She was happy that she could read rather quickly, but then again, that would mean the story would end that much sooner. Forgetting about the speed she was reading it at, she continued to go through page after page, enthralled by the novel. Before she knew it, the first true battle was at hand, and she slowed down to soak in every detail of the intricate fight scene. That's the first true time her thoughts swayed heavily from the book.Noticing that her bladder was now giving much more urgent messages than before, she placed a hand down there to try and keep it suppressed. Bouncing up and down, she had to keep reading.The start of the battle had mainly been taunting, trying to get the other to go first, to make the first move that would grab the other's attention. The villain, wielding a mace and a shield, banged the shield noisily, making the heroine flinch.Kristina noticed her bladder give a much larger signal than normal, causing her hand to press more tightly against her.The two circled around the small area they occupied, eyes locked. The villain was the first to attack, and the heroine shot a fireball at him. Sadly, the fireball was cast too quickly, not being wholly conjured, and it barely even made the villain falter.Her hand's constant pressure was seeming less satisfying than it had at first, but Kristina couldn't use both hands, because that would mean putting the book down.Doing an overhead swing, the villain's mace came down beside the heroine. For the first time, the heroine realized that the mace was blunt for the majority of it, but also sharp all along the edges. Trying to back up to gain some distance, the heroine was in danger, not noticing the villain spinning around to try to hit her on her side.Kristina decided it was time to put the book down and leave to find a restroom, but when she tried to open her door, it wouldn't budge.Climbing to the other side, she tried the driver's side door. This, too, was locked.She looked for the locking mechanism, but it was impossible for her to get a firm enough grip on it to disengage it manually. She found the button that would unlock the door and pressed it but that didn't seem to work either. Trying the window buttons so she could at the very least climb out the window, those didn't help either, as both buttons only worked while the car was on, with the former only working if the child lock was off. Which it wasn't.Trying to figure out more ideas yet coming up short, she went back to reading some more of the book.Trying desperately to call for help, she realized her partners had separated before this battle, and were now unable to help.‘Call for help’, that phrase triggered something in her mind now.Remembering that she still had her phone with her, Kristina tried calling her mom, but didn't even reach voice mail. In fact, she couldn't even turn on her phone. It was dead, not having been charged since the day before yesterday at the latest. Since she was out of options as far as she could tell, she went back to reading, growing more and more desperate as the minutes went by.The mace came across, tearing through the mage robes the heroine was wearing. It did more than tear the clothes, and a little blood dripped down as well.Kristina stopped reading, noticing a spurt. It was nothing serious, but her panties were now a bit wet.It was a small cut, but it would be bigger if the heroine didn't act soon. Unable to get a sizable amount of distance from the villain, the heroine made a last ditch spell-cast.Kristina could tell she wouldn't last much longer, thinking back to yesterday. She put the book down on the seat beside her and quickly rummaged through the glove compartment. Trembling, she used both hands to pull down her panties, another spurt leaking, only stopping due to Kristina's hand being placed underneath her dress to stop the flow. When she thought it was safe to remove her hand, Kristina shakily pulled on the goodnight, trying to get it into place as soon as possible. Feeling it fit around her waist, if not a little bit tightly, she knew she was safe.Charging up her strongest spell, the heroine unleashed all she had on the villain, frying him in seconds. The spell had taken all of her power to cast, but the seared villain was no longer a threat. With all the excitement from her first true battle, the heroine felt absolutely drained. Collapsing from exhaustion, the heroine slept, knowing full well her partners would find her shortly to take her to safety.With no more need to hold back, Kristina emptied herself into the diaper, making it quickly swell up full of pee. Finishing the chapter, she placed the book down, then suddenly realized something. Her diaper stopped swelling, yet her pee had only just begun to slow down. Trying the best she could to hold back, she could do nothing, the pressure of releasing being too great for her tired bladder to stop. The diaper soon began to leak, and the seat started soaking up her pee. Yet even the cushioned seat was unable to help for long, as her pee began to pool, slowly rising, then trickling down the front of it, hitting the floor to create a new puddle. By the time her pee finely stopped coming out, it was almost as if she hadn't even been wearing a diaper at all. Remembering yesterday once again, she broke down, crying on the spot, utterly mortified."What happened?" Her mother asked. Kristina had been too crestfallen to hear the doors unlock.She couldn't meet her mother's gaze as she took in the state Kristina was in."Kristina, I told you to wear the goodnight.""B-but, I-I d-did..." Kristina stammered, confusing her mother."Then what happened?""I-It c-couldn't hold it all..." Kristina sobbed.There was silence for a few seconds, then her mother made a suggestion. "I'll drive you home and clean the car. I still need to get more stuff, but you may as well get a shower and go to bed."Not disagreeing at all, Kristina just nodded, submitting to everything her mother asked.They drove home in silence, and every time her mother hit the brakes, a small amount of pee would fall forward from the seat, splashing onto the floor and adding to her embarrassment. This was one car that Kristina truly wished would have absorbed liquids easily, but the seat had barely soaked up anything at all.When the car parked at the house, Kristina picked up her phone, book, and her now soaked panties, the latter having laid on the floor during Kristina's flash flood.Walking inside, Kristina went through the routine of getting clothes, showering, then heading to bed, but was stopped at the door by her mother."Now, we do know that these can't hold daytime accidents, but they should still hold a nighttime one, so I suggest you wear one."Not feeling even the slightest urge to protest, Kristina obliged, replacing her new panties with it. She remembered to charge her phone, hoping something like this would never happen again. Getting in her bed, she looked at the ceiling, wondering what she could have done differently to prevent her accident. A melancholy aura seemed to fill the room."I hope I don't have to use these horrid things my mom bought me forever." Kristina rolled over as something occurred to her suddenly now"Jeez, now I'm already calling her my mother in my thoughts, and barely worrying about possibly being in this body forever on top of that!... I just wish there was something else to distract me, or someone else... After all, summer break is over a hundred days long, waiting it out isn't much of an option if I feel like each day is out to get me."Yawning and blinking a few times, Kristina noticed just how drowsy she was. "I mean, Lissa is great at occupying my time, but she's not going to available a hundred percent of the time. I only wish I could..."Kristina couldn't seem to think of the words. Was she really that tired, or could this be something else?Rubbing her eyes, Kristina wrote it off as lack of sleep. Soon, her eyes closed shut, and she was once again in the dream world. |
I realized this story isn't as popular as my other one, so I'll be updating this one less frequently. I will finish it, don't worry about that, but it's rather hard to write for, and with not as much of a following for it, I see no point in making them super frequent.
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Chapter 5: Introduction
"Wake up!"
"Huh?"
"Not 'huh', I said wake up! That can be answered with a yes or no, Kristina, but not a 'huh'."
Kristina's eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light. She saw her friend, Lissa, standing over her.
"Come on, wake up, you've been sleeping forever!" Lissa said impatiently. Kristina rose from her bed, rubbing her eyes with her fists.
"What is it, Lissa?"
"So you don't remember? No wonder you didn't wake up earlier... We're going to the beach today!"
Looking around her room, Kristina saw that the drapes were drawn, letting light in, and Lissa was beside- no, on top of her bed. Lissa, despite the fact that Kristina had slept in, was smiling from ear to ear.
"She's like a little kid." Kristina thought, which made her frown upon comparing the two of their chests. "But then again..."
"May I ask why you're looking at both of our chests?"
"EH?!" Kristina responded, blushing heavily.
Lissa giggled, whispering one word. "Jealous?"
Kristina looked away, mumbling "N-no..."
Lissa giggled once again, then, said, "Hurry up, as you can see, I'm ready," , getting off of Kristina's bed and proudly showing off her skimpy blue two-piece swimsuit as she said that last bit.
"Didn't you wear that yesterday?" Kristina mumbled in a groggy voice, but Lissa shot her a confused look.
"What do you mean? We had exams yesterday."
Realizing that the conversation was eating up time that they could be spending at the beach, (no less), Lissa grabbed Kristina's arm and started pulling her out of bed.
"Come on, let's move! I already told you we aren't waiting for Alexas!"
There it was again, the feeling that the name uttered was, in fact, not truly the mentioned person's name. This one also rang a few bells, yet the pitch escaped her. What truly seemed odd, however, was the fact that the name seemed so much more believable.
"Which Alexas are we talking about?" Kristina probed for answers.
"Alexas Alexandrie, of course! Who else has such a weird name that you know of?"
"I can think of quite a few, actually," she thought to herself. "Sorry, I was a little bit confused for a minute there." Kristina said apologetically, and Lissa grinned.
"You’d better be sorry, you're wasting time! Move, woman!" And at that, Lissa left the room, saying "I'll be waiting out front, so hurry and get your swimsuit on!"
In no time, they were back at the beach, although Lissa claimed that they didn't go there yesterday, in fact.
"Are you having déjà vu? I definitely think you are."
Kristina couldn't really say for certain, but her recollection of yesterday, or, according to Lissa, today, made her want to stay at the beach a little bit longer than last time. However, an anomaly was already present when they reached the beach. Looking in the direction the couple used to be lying, they were not there. In fact, the beach was deserted.
"We have the whole place to ourselves, that's odd." Kristina said.
Lissa shook her head. "It's not 'odd', it's awesome! It's like we own this or something!... Wait, did you see any signs that said this is private property?"
"No."
Lissa sighed. "That's a relief, for a second I thought we were gonna be arrested for trespassing. Well, let's make the most of it while we're here, shall we?"
After doing pretty much the same thing as yesterday, although a much shorter version of it, Kristina had a thought cross her mind.
"Hey, why didn't I see Alexas at exams yesterday?"
Lissa giggled. "You're very forgetful today, Kristina. Alexas had finished her exams the day before, so she didn't have to come to school on the very last day. You know how our high school works."
"I do, it's just... I thought she would want to talk to us while we waited." Kristina claimed, thinking something up on the spot.
Lissa noticed the delay, but had an answer anyway. "Well, she's even more of a pain to wake up than you, and that's saying something!"
Ignoring the playful jab, Kristina noticed the bag over Lissa's shoulder for the first time. "When did you get the bag?"
"I had it the whole time, remember?"
Kristina, in fact, didn't remember, but there was no point arguing.
Lissa pulled out a water bottle, telling Kristina "Here, I bet you're thirsty."
Kristina gratefully accepted it, drinking it with gusto. After all, she hadn't had much to drink today.
After one bottle of water came another, and after a decent amount of time going by, she had noticed the increase in pressure in her bladder.
"Hey, um, could we start heading back now?" Kristina asked. Lissa was in shock.
"What?! Why, we practically just got here!"
Kristina blushed. "I... gotta pee..."
Lissa smiled. "You don't have to go back to the house, there's water over that way!" Lissa said, gesturing towards the ocean with a broad sweep of her arm.
Kristina blushed deeper, but she knew she wouldn't make it home without an accident if she didn’t relieve herself first. "O-okay." Kristina responded, heading towards the water. Getting in, she prepared herself to release her pent-up pee.
But she didn't cherish the feeling.
Waking up, she realized she had been sleeping the entire time. Getting up, she instantly stopped, feeling the pressure suddenly rise, placing a hand to her crotch in order to prevent her from drenching her bed. Then she felt resistance.
"Oh, I put on the g-g..." Kristina couldn't bear saying the word, and settled on trying to get to the proper place to empty her bladder since she had managed not to empty it while she had been dreaming.
Carefully getting up, Kristina walked towards the door, walking gingerly, trying not to leak a drop.
Finally reaching the bathroom, she quickly closed the door
Behind her, flinching when it slammed shut. She gasped as her bladder started to give out. "No no no, not yet!" She whispered, running to the toilet. Pulling down her pajama pants, her fingers fumbled with the goodnight before quickly taking it off and sitting on the toilet. Sighing at her close call, Kristina sat for a few moments thinking. "I'm glad I made to the toilet for the first time in this body, but being that close to wetting myself should never have happened." Kristina shook her head."Still, I guess this is better than all the accidents I've been having."
Kristina finished up before putting everything back on and heading back to bed.
Finally reaching the third day of this new life, she got up, yawning, and, as per routine, checked her calculator. It had a new message, reading "I hope you're well, you seemed to be having a lot of fun yesterday!"
Kristina blinked, then responded "What do you mean? Are you saying you saw me at the beach?"
"Why, of course. I thought I made myself a little obvious. Why would someone wear a lab coat on the beach other than to get attention?"
Kristina quickly grew angry, realizing that. "Why were you at the beach? Aren't you supposed to find a way to change me back?"
"Well, I need a break from time to time as well, plus I needed a way to get you to believe that I'm to be trusted." Kristina thought back to something Lissa said yesterday, about the fact that they had spent time together before... whatever happened.
"Lissa said we hung out the last few weeks, so we probably have each other's numbers. For the sake of my fingers, I'd appreciate that we communicate via phone instead of my calculator. It would look less suspicious as well."
Her phone vibrated, and looking at it, she began to read the new text message, which was also in a lime green color.
"So be it; your reasoning makes sense. Unless you have any more questions, there's nothing else I can think of that needs to be said."
"Nope, but I'll ask you if I come up with any."
Kristina placed her phone on the desk and proceeded to get dressed. Putting on a short, navy blue dress, she brushed her hair before heading downstairs, phone in her pocket. After eating breakfast, her mother made an announcement.
"Because of yesterday, I decided to get you something that you'll be needing."
Before the addled Kristina could respond, her mother brought out a bag that instantly made Kristina turn red. She opened her mouth, but what she saw was too shocking for her to respond. The bag was embarrassing, yes, but they were not more goodnights. If they had been, there would have been no reason for her mother to announce such a thing. Sadly for Kristina, it was something much, much more embarrassing.
"D-d-diapers?!" Kristina managed to force the words out of her mouth.
"Yes, sweetie. You and I both know you've been having accidents a lot in the daytime lately, and it's obvious the goodnights can't hold an entire wetting, so we might as well take the next step up."
"B-but not so rapidly! Can't I get another chance, please?!" Her mother was about to disagree, but seeing her daughter's anxious face, she gave in.
"Fine, but you still have to wear the goodnights to sleep, I'd rather not go back to cleaning more sheets."
Kristina, relishing her small victory, quickly left the room before her mother changed her mind.
Trying to find something to do, she picked up the book from yesterday. For all that happened yesterday while she had been reading this book, it wasn't the book’s fault. It was a good book after all, and Kristina could tell why it was her favorite. Picking it up, she began where she left off, with the heroine being found by her friends. Kristina read the the pages thoroughly, taking in the moment of surprise the heroine felt when she found out that a greater evil had yet to be destroyed, and that that, too, must be vanquished by her magic.
Kristina was so wrapped up by the book that she barely managed to notice her phone ringing in time to answer it.
"Hello?" Kristina asked, hurriedly putting the phone to her ear.
"Hi, Kristina!" Lissa responded on the other end. "Guess what happened?"
"What?"
"Ah, you're no fun, I said guess!... Fine, I'll get to the point. Alexas said we could hang out at her house and spend the night there tonight!"
Kristina didn't respond, looking around the room. Everything looked the same as always, so no way to tell whether this was or wasn't a dream. But somehow she was positive it wasn't.
"Is something the matter, Kristina?"
"O-oh, sorry, I-I have to ask my mom real quick if she's okay with me going over there tonight. What time is it?"
Kristina picked up a pencil and wrote down the time, asked if there was anything in particular she needed to bring, and she wrote those down as well. Heading downstairs, Kristina saw her mom and got her attention.
"Lissa just told me we can have a sleepover at Alexas's house!" Kristina said cheerfully. Her mother smiled back.
"That's good, but you'll have to wear your goodnight." Kristina was abashed, but she nodded in agreement. After the last few nights, it seemed like she needed it just in case.
Her mother wasn't finished, however. "Oh, did you end up wetting your goodnight?"
Kristina couldn't help grinning, despite how childish the matter was. "No, I didn't end up wetting it."
"So you didn't use it at all?"
Kristina's smile wavered for a second. "Sorta."
"'Sorta'? How do you 'sorta'-"
"I mean no!" Kristina said a little louder than she meant. Her mother raised an eyebrow, sending a chill down her back.
"W-well..." Kristina continued, her eyes downcast. "I leaked a little... but that's all! I didn't have an accident!"
When Kristina looked up, her mother gave her a warm smile. "Well, it's definitely an improvement from the night before, and that's all that matters, right, honey?"
Kristina nodded, her earlier energy restored. "Yes, it is all that matters!"
Walking to her room, Kristina pulled out her phone. No new messages, but the reference to last night reminded her of her very realistic dreams, especially the name that she heard in both the dream and real world.
"Are there any symptoms of the process that swapped our bodies?" She text Mr. Teiresia.
"Well, the process I put Kristina through hadn't been done before, but I'm pretty sure I don't see you as worse than before. Why do you ask?
"Well, I'm pretty sure my dreams have true things in them that Kristina once knew of, such as names."
"That makes sense, as you're inside Kristina's body, and thus, are using her brain."
"That's not all, one of my dreams you sent me a message and I sent one back, yet when I woke up, I had in fact typed the message for real."
"Maybe you woke up, typed the reply, then fell asleep waiting for me."
It sounded like she was being fed lies, but there was no way of knowing. Kristina was about to ask more questions anyways, but she had to cut the conversation short as her phone started to ring. Hitting the talk button, Kristina put the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
"What are you doing? When we had the conversation a few days ago, you agreed to come over to my house so my mother could drive us over!" Kristina was about to say she didn't remember, but that would only make Lissa more angry.
"Well, I thought we had to wait a little longer before going over."
"We don't, so hurry up!" thinking that she might as well not make Lissa wait, Kristina found her backpack, dumped its contents on the floor, quickly put her book, some pajamas, and a goodnight in her backpack, she looked around, and found a videogame handheld, the kind that Lissa had before the final exam. Looking it over, she tried to find a name, and after some scrutiny, found it.
"The K86? I wonder who in marketing came up with that stupid name." Lame name or not, she might as well bring it. Stuffing it and the assorted charger and games nearby into her bag, she grabbed some dark blue shoes she found and quickly ran out her door, saying a quick goodbye to her mother.
She ended up finding the right house on her first try, less on memory and more of what she thought was habit. Reaching for the doorbell, the front door swung open, and the small Lissa grabbed Kristina's hand, pulling her towards the driveway.
"Hurry up! My mom is already in the car waiting to drive us!" Lissa said, dragging Kristina along.
"Then why didn't you wait by the car and call me over?"
"Because I knew you would come to the front door if I didn't call you towards the car."
The irrational logic of that statement left Kristina speechless on the way to Lissa's mother's car.
Kristina decided to be the first to say anything during the car ride. "So how long have you been friends with Alexas?"
Lissa smiled. "Well, I've been friends with her for a few years, but you stopped being friends with her a month ago." Kristina was confused, why would Lissa convince her to come, then?
Lissa continued after the few seconds of silence.
"So, when's the 'more than friendship' gonna be official?" Kristina couldn't help but blush at what Lissa was insinuating.
"T-that's not gonna be soon! I-I-I mean... why haven't you spoken up yet?" Kristina said, addressing Lissa's mother with the last part.
Lissa's mother shook her head, saying "I didn't know I had to say anything; you’ve been a little obvious about it, actually."
"Eh? Ehhh?!" Lissa and her mother both giggled at Kristina's confusion and embarrassment before Lissa's mother spoke up once more.
"Well, it's not that obvious, but- hey, we're here!" she said, quickly changing the subject , but Kristina already had an idea forming in her head.
Leaving the car, Kristina followed Lissa, who seemed to be taking the lead. She rang the doorbell, and, after waving at their chauffeur of the day, saw Alexas for the first time. Alexas was tall, and Kristina was saddened by the size of her bust; despite being smaller than Lissa's, it was still bigger than hers. She had pink hair, and it split off into a ponytail in the back with a big white bow, reaching slightly past her shoulders. Kristina could only think of how beautiful Alexas looked, which brought a blush to her face.
Deciding to be the first to speak up, Kristina said "Hello, Alexas!"
Alexas smiled, and gave a big hug to Kristina. "I told you before, there's no need to be so formal! Call me Alex!"
This time, the bells that had rung before seemed to now ring true, and the pitch resonated in Kristina's head for a few seconds before she could finally even think.
"T-that means... Alexas and I... are in love?!"
Alex had let go of Kristina, and Kristina staggered back, taking everything in at once.
Suddenly, Kristina felt both lightheaded and dizzy. Alexas' face went out of focus as Kristina's vision seemed to grow dim around the edges, and from what she could see in front of her, Alexas was talking, but Kristina couldn't discern the words.
As she felt herself tumble to the ground, her body went completely numb before everything faded from view. |
I nuked this chapter multiple times, dug through the rubble, and pieced together a monstrosity before nuking it. Well, I realized what I could do to finally finish this chapter, and thanks to frostyjr2, it now is enjoyable!... uh, here it is.
Chapter 6: Pink
"Hello? Earth to Kristina!" Lissa said, as she poked a bit hard at Kristina's forehead.
"Cut it out! You wouldn't want somebody poking you in the head like that!" said Alexas.
"I'm just trying to wake her up."
"Here, let me try."
Kristina could feel someone press up against her, and then Alexas whispered from close by, "Hey, wake up! I want to see your blue-green eyes and know you're okay."
Slowly, Kristina opened her eyes. She blinked at the bright light before opening them fully at last.
"See, I told you I could wake her up!"
"W-what happened?" Kristina asked. She tried to sit up, but was stopped by Alexas.
"Careful, you hit your head after you fainted back there." Alexas said.
"I hit the ground?"
"Actually, I caught you before you hit the ground. You hit a table since Lissa isn't the best at carrying... pretty much anything."
"H-Hey! You promised to keep that a secret!" Lissa cut in.
"She deserves to know!" Alexas shot back.
Kristina shook her head gently before getting up more slowly, noticing the ice bag falling to the ground.
"So, I fainted?"
"Yeah, it was very much like the first time I told you..." Alexas trailed off, looking deeply in Kristina's eyes.
Lissa snapped her fingers in front of Alexas to bring her back to reality.
"Hey, don't pass out like Kristina did earlier, there is only enough room on that couch for one person to be lying on, and like you said, I'm bad at carrying people."
Kristina took this time to look around the living room. It didn't seem too different from any other living room, it had a TV, a sofa, and paintings on the walls. All in all, the room was pretty basic.
Alexas blushed, realizing Kristina was scrutinizing the room. "Don't judge by my house's living room; you never saw my room before, want to see it?"
Kristina nodded. "Sure, it beats sitting here all day."
They walked upstairs to Alexas' room, which, as soon as the door opened, showed off what seemed to be a little girl's room from the amount of pink that was covering every surface. The ceiling, the walls, the furniture, even the carpeting was pink. What wasn't pink was a shade of pale red which was rather close to a shade of pink. There was a cherry wood desk, a pink queen size bed with pink sheets, pink alarm clock... and it was all neatly organized. Running in and turning around, smiling, Alexas asked "So, do you remember what my favorite color is, Kristina?"
Kristina giggled. "I'd assume pink."
Alexas smiled back. "Correct! Which is why I'm wondering..."
Suddenly, Alexas made an accusatory expression, and jabbed Kristina in the chest with her index finger. "Don't you remember what we agreed on?" She paused, looking for a response from Kristina, who gave nothing but an awkward smile, not knowing what was going on.
Alexas' mood suddenly softened again, and she looked at Lissa. "Oh, I'm sorry for getting on Kristina's case in front of you. You go and set up one of my games and we can try playing something."
Lissa nodded. "Sure thing."
When Lissa left the room, Alexas turned her gaze back toward Kristina. "So, you are wearing pink, then? I'm guessing I know where..."
Kristina blushed heavily, taking a step back. It was true, she was wearing pink, but she wouldn't dare tell where it was!
"I-I'm not telling!"
"Why not?"
"B-because... I think Lissa is wondering why we're taking so long!"
Alexas chuckled. "You have a point, fine, but later you have to either show proof or at least tell me so I'll believe you!" Alexas said in a sing-song voice, grabbing Kristina by the hand. "Let's go!"
Kristina couldn't help but be dragged downstairs. "Alexas' mood changes in a flash. I'd swear she's putting me on, but after all the weird things I've been through, I doubt it."
Kristina followed behind, and when they returned to the living room Lissa was holding a video game controller while lying on the couch in front of it. Looking around, something occurred to Kristina.
"Um, Alex? I was wondering, when are your parents getting home?"
"Oh, sometime late tomorrow, but we talked about that, remember?"
"So that's why I haven't seen them yet." Kristina thought. "Well, it's not like we're kids, but then again, with how flirty Alexas has been, I wonder if they know we... love each other." Even in Kristina's subconscious she had to pause and question if it was really true. But it was true, and the more Kristina looked at Alex's petite body, pink hair, white bow, and blue eyes, the more she was certain that she loved her.
Realizing that both Alexas and Lissa were looking at her, Kristina blushed and quickly picked up a video game controller. "W-well, I don't see why we're not playing anything, so shall we begin?"
Lissa and Alexas both giggled before they nodded and picked up their own controllers.
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"Ugh, you win again, Alexas." Lissa grumbled.
She was sitting upside down, and her skirt had bunched up enough to expose her white panties, but Lissa wasn't concerned in the least about that. "Why can't we play a fighting game, I suck at racing games."
Alex stood up before replying. "Actually, I think it's about time we got something to eat. What does everyone want?"
"Do we have any pizza we could warm up?" Kristina asked.
Alexas looked to the corner of her eye before replying. "I think so, so if that's what you want, it's settled."
"But I'd rather have ice cream!" Lissa pouted, reverting to an upright sitting position.
"Well, I suggested pizza, so that's that. We can have ice cream later." Kristina said, with a note of finality in her voice.
"Fine..."
After Alexas placed the pizza in the oven, she sat next to Kristina, who had decided to help herself to a glass of water. Kristina didn't realize until a few minutes had passed that she was subtly bouncing in her seat from not using the restroom earlier today. Not really feeling like asking where the bathroom was, Kristina sipped from her water, waiting for the pizza to finish.
She could definitely sense Alexas' eyes on her, but she heard nothing from the pink haired girl.
Kristina spun around, catching an impish grin on Alexas' face before it grew serious. "W-what is it, Kristina?"
Kristina had already started to form a theory in her head, but right now she decided it was best to think about it later. "Nothing, I was just thinking."
"O-oh, really? What were you thinking about?" Kristina could see that Alexas was nervous, she probably suspected she was caught. Which was true, but Kristina didn't see any reason to point it out, or at least not yet.
"I was just thinking about where everyone will sleep." Before Kristina even finished her sentence, the mischievous grin returned.
"Lissa said she'd rather sleep on the couch, so we can sleep in my bed."
It was now Kristina's turn to stutter. "T-together? L-like, just the two of us?"
"Yeah, I don't see any harm by it. After all, we're both girls." Alexas said smoothly. She then leaned forward and whispered, "Are you trying to imply something...?" Alexas asked, Kristina's cheeks burning in turn.
"N-no! I'd never-"
"Never what?"
Kristina shut her mouth, realizing that she was speaking without thinking any of this through. Luckily for her, the oven's timer went off, and Alexas, albeit reluctantly, stood up to get the pizza. Kristina, in Alexas' absence, heaved a sigh of relief. "Jeez, that could have gone more smoothly. I'm not used to handling someone so forward..."
The three girls ate happily, and Kristina tried distancing herself from the offered soda. She was determined not to wet herself again at night, and she knew that the sugary beverage would most certainly make that difficult if not impossible.
Alexas and Lissa, on the other hand, drank the soda with gusto, and before long Lissa and Alexas had drunk three and five cans, respectively. This reminded Kristina how badly she had to pee, so she sat up, asking where the bathroom was before going there. Kristina took this time to take her night-time clothes and a goodnight from her backpack.
To Kristina's surprise, she hadn't brought any pajamas. Instead she lifted up a bright pink nightgown. Kristina blushed. "Oh no, nononono noooo... Did I really bring this?" Kristina was positive she had packed pajamas, she distinctly remembered it.
She rummaged through the bag from top to bottom twice, but those pajamas refused to turn up. "I-I guess I have no choice but to... wear this, then."
With a soft sigh, Kristina slipped into the nightgown and then folded her clothes neatly before placing them in her bag. She didn't hate her sleepwear; in fact, she much preferred it to pajamas. The problem was that the nightgown was short, just short enough to display her goodnight if she wasn't careful.
Kristina spun as she looked in the mirror, her goodnight wouldn't show.
It didn't when she was standing up, but she was certain sitting or lying down would clearly display it to all the world.
Kristina nervously left the bathroom and returned to the kitchen. Apparently, Lissa was playing on her handheld, while Alexas was gazing dreamily out the window (which worried Kristina greatly). Kristina decided she might as well try her best attempt to save her potential embarrassment and faked a yawn. It seemed rather intentional, but it did manage to get the attention of Lissa and Alexas.
"I'm really tired, I think I need to get some sleep right now."
Lissa was shocked. "But it's a sleepover. A s-l-e-e-p-o-v-e-r! That means we stay awake all night!"
Alexas responded more reasonably. "Well, I'm getting a little tired as well..."
Lissa shook her head, not accepting this. "I was promised ice cream, and I'm getting it one way or another!"
"You can get it in the morning." Alexas tried to convince Lissa, but Lissa's determined expression hadn't faltered. "How about this, You can have as much ice cream as you please if you sleep now?"
Lissa smiled, and faked a yawn herself, causing the two other girls to laugh. "I guess I am getting rather tired. G'night, then."
Kristina walked to Alexas' room, wasting no time in getting into the bed. She could feel her cheeks burning as she saw Alexas was now wearing a matching pink nightgown of her own. Alexas then got into bed herself, laying just little closer than Kristina thought necessary. Her pink hair was no longer tied back, and it sprawled randomly across the bed.
"So, what was pink that you wore today?" Alexas said, turning Kristina's face crimson.
"I-I thought we were done with that!"
"Nope! Answer the question, or I'll find out myself~" While Kristina somewhat enjoyed the pink-haired girl's playful mood, Kristina really didn't want Alexas checking for herself. From how things went earlier, Kristina was sure her goodnight would be revealed, and that was even worse than anything she could imagine.
Facing away from Alexas, the heat in Kristina's cheeks intensified, and Kristina swallowed before answering, her eyes shut in embarrassment. "M-my p-p-p-panties..." Kristina whispered, shifting around nervously.
Kristina practically melted as she felt Alexas hug her from behind, Alexas' breasts pressing into Kristina's back. "If you were so scared to admit it, next time you should wear outer clothes that are pink..."
"N-no, I feel mortified admitting it to you, yet... I kinda... like it..." Kristina meant every word she said. Turning to face Alexas, she found herself embraced warmly, and Kristina couldn't help returning the hug.
They remained that way for some time before Kristina tried pulling away from Alexas' arms. Feeling resistance, Kristina couldn't bring herself to separate. A few minutes had passed before she could hear Alexas snoring very softly. Kristina smiled. "She must have really been tired." Kristina thought before she, too, drifted off to sleep, snuggling with Alexas.
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Kristina's eyes snapped open. She hadn't had any dreams, yet she was awoken by a wet feeling. Kristina prayed, she pleaded, she begged that it wasn't true, but feeling between her legs, she could feel...
Nothing. It was dry between her legs, and the goodnight seemed to have not swelled. Was it defective? had some other element gotten in the way? Was she just delusional? Kristina shifted in place, yet she could still feel the wet feeling. It was certainly warm and it was...
Expanding? Kristina was sure she wasn't peeing, yet it was obvious the wet feeling was expanding. Kristina realized she might be peeing herself without even knowing it, and she started to panic. She jumped up out of bed, and a small amount of pee trailed from her wet legs to the ground. It sure seemed like she had wet the bed; the proof was on her legs. She couldn't feel the trickle, and the goodnight wasn't expanding either, but her legs were damp with pee, so it had to be her. Kristina's face burned in shame as she realized what she'd have to do. She'd have to wake up Alexas and clean the sheets.
Kristina covered her face as her cheeks blazed. "And just as I had fallen for her, too! She's going to hate me for being a bed wetter..." Tears ran down Kristina's face as she turned on the lights and shook Alexas. Alexas mumbled a few times before her eyes slowly opened.
"Hello, Kristy~" Alexas said in her half-asleep state. Kristina sniffed as she could sense Alexas' mood would change soon enough.
"U-ummm, Alexas... I have something to tell you..." Alexas could sense that her friend was upset by the tone of Kristina's voice, and she quickly woke completely.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I..." Kristina gulped, and tears ran down her face. "I've been wetting the bed for some time now, and I... I think I just wet it again just now with you beside me... Like, I'm w-wearing a g-g-goodnight, but it d-didn't hold..."
Alexas smiled. "Is that all? We all have accidents sometimes; we can just clean this up."
Kristina sniffed. "You sure? You won't tell Lissa?"
Alexas nodded. "I'm sure, and I won't tell anyone."
Kristina could feel the tears soon trail down her cheeks once more, yet this time it was from joy. "Oh, thank you!... I'll just be taking the sheets off, then."
Alexas sat up in bed in response, and her eyes widened. With the lights on in the room, Alexas' face could clearly be seen changing to the color of her desk as she blushed deeply. When Kristina lightly tugged on the sheets, Alexas desperately tried to hold them in place.
"I-I think we should just move away from the wet spot, I don't know how to wash wet sheets." Alexas said quickly. Kristina tilted her head to the side in confusion.
"I know how to wash sheets, so it's fine." Kristina tugged once more, yet Alexas held on with a death grip.
"W-well my parents can clean it instead!"
Kristina blushed. Thoughts of the diapers displayed by her mother earlier flashed in her mind. "B-but then they'll tell my parents! If my mom finds out, I'll be forced to w-... just please let me clean them!"
Alexas had tears trailing down her face now, and her next words were shaky. "I-I'll tell them we spilled something! I'll tell them you didn't wet the bed! I'll tell them anything, j-just please leave the sheets alone and turn off the lights!"
Kristina shook her head. "It won't work! Please, I already have to wear goodnights, you don't know what will happen if I'm caught wetting the bed again!"
Alexas was shaking in fear, and her grip was weakening on the sheets. Kristina took the opportunity to yank the top sheets free. Alexas let out a short, high-pitched cry as the sheets were tugged away. Kristina gasped as a realization dawned on her.
Alexas now was crying nonstop, her soiled nightdress shown quite clearly. The nightdress was clearly soaked through, and a huge dark patch surrounded her bottom. Kristina suddenly realized the truth: the puddle that had spread to Kristina's legs had come from Alexas.
Kristina remained silent as Alexas hiccuped her next words.
"I-I don-on't wet the be-e-ed norm-ally... I j-just had t-too mu-much so-soda..." Alexas was constantly wiping away her tears, but they were forming again just as fast as she cleared them from her pretty eyes. "I-I know you d-don't want to d-date someone ug-ly and st-stupid like m-m-me, this just p-proves you shouldn't..." Alexas sobbed.
Kristina sat next to Alexas, helping her rub away the tears. "Hey now, why would you say a dumb thing like that? Wasn't I just confessing that I wet the bed myself?"
Alexas sniffed. "Y-yeah, but..." Alexas looked away shaking her head. "S... sorry... It's hard for me to wrap my head around this, I haven't wet the bed since I was fifte-... I mean since I was little, you know?"
Kristina wrapped an arm around her. Kristina's thought from earlier now came to mind. "There's something else, isn't there??"
Alexas was quite for a moment, before saying a meek. "Do... do you think of me as a... pervert? I mean, you obviously saw me... looking you over earlier, and I thought maybe I was..."
Kristina somehow knew it would come to this. "Well, if you're worried you are, and you don't want to be, then I don't think you are."
Alexas shifted. "W-well... I just thought you felt uncomfortable after I looked you up and down."
Kristina couldn't help chuckling. "I don't see why I should be, your figure is way better than mine."
Alexas smiled and shoved Kristina playfully. "No it's not, you're lying!'
"It is too, I mean, I practically don't even have breasts."
Kristina could see that Alexas had now calmed down.
"Well, I guess we'd better clean up this mess before Lissa wakes up. Then again, she already knows about me," she said softly.
Alexas seemed reluctant, but Kristina's next words made Alexas bolt from the wet bed instantly.
"If you help me, I'll show you my pink panties while I'm wearing them." Alexas held Kristina's hand tightly as they stripped the wet sheets off of the bed and walked out of the room, and while that made it more difficult for them to carry the sheets to the laundry room, Kristina couldn't will herself to let go.
In the short time she had been with Alexas, a strong bond of attachment had already formed between the two of them, and Kristina was starting to think that having her body swapped may not have been the worst thing to happen. |
Thanks, frostyjr2, for editing this, and I hope you feel better by the time this sends!
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Chapter 7: Mouthful of Ice-Cream / Seconds = Ice-Cream Consumption Rate
"Come on, am I always the one that has to wake you up?" Alexas asked Kristina, who slowly opened her eyes to the pink haired girl. Alexas had already gotten out of bed, gotten dressed into a pink miniskirt, pink t-shirt, and a white jacket, and her hair was already in its signature ponytail with a large white bow tying it in place. Kristina sat up in bed, giving a loud yawn and rubbing away the resulting tears that came from her eyes.
"What, can't a girl get some beauty sleep around here, Alex? It's only..." Kristina looked to Alexas' alarm clock, and the red LEDs glowed 11:45 am at her. "It's only fifteen minutes 'till noon."
"Yeah, that's the problem." Alexas said, grabbing the sheets. "Now get up!" Alexas then yanked at the sheets, causing Kristina to grab her arms and lightly shiver.
"H-hey, It's cold in here, stop being mean!"
Alexas tisked as she kept the blanket out of reach. "It's your own fault for not coming out sooner."
Kristina gave out a short "Hmph!" before grumpily getting out of bed. She was about to undress and get into her normal clothes that were in the bag now placed beside the bed, yet she paused as a thought crossed her mind, accompanied by a blush on her face.
Firstly, Alexas was still in the room, and while Kristina did love her, it was just... embarrassing to her. The other problem, although one that Alexas technically already knew about, was that she was wearing a goodnight under her nightdress. Kristina still didn't feel ready to come right out and show that to Alexas just yet.
"Come on." Alexas said. "You gonna get undressed or not?"
"It's like she's reading my mind!" Kristina thought. "B-b-b-but I-I-"
"You already gave me quite the show when we cleaned your nightdress last night, remember?"
Kristina's cheeks flamed up as she realized she had totally forgotten about that. Kristina couldn't go back home with a pee-stained nightdress, it would be like telling her mother outright that she wet the bed. Kristina also realized this meant she had little reason to not strip in front of Alexas. "
A-all right..." Kristina slowly pulled the pink nightdress up over her head and then folded and placed it in her bag. This one was the exact same one she wore to bed, as they simply washed it with the sheets. All the clothes were more or less the same shade of pink, so it wasn't as if they were going to run or anything. Kristina simply had borrowed some clothes from Alexas as they waited, just in case Lissa woke up and saw her in her...
Kristina quickly took the garment off that she couldn't even name in thought, noticing the slight yellow hue. This was caused from some pee leaking into it from Alexas' earlier accident, but that didn't matter in the slightest. She knew her mother would want proof she hadn't wet the bed, but the more she looked at the small stain, the more she was thinking of just ditching it altogether. That would bring even more suspicion, so she placed it in a plastic bag she found in her bag and covered it up. "Any crinkling the go-... the garment would make would be disguised by the plastic bag carrying it." Kristina thought. Of course, that didn't stop people from looking in the bag, but there wasn't anything stopping someone from dumping its contents on a table and looking them over either.
"Kristina, are you trying to make me feel uncomfortable looking at you? If so, it's not working." She heard from behind her, and Kristina realized she had been standing naked for a solid minute thinking everything over.
"I'm so sorry!" she replied, quickly grabbing some panties and a long, flowing, pink dress to cover herself up.
Alexas chuckled. "No, I'm sorry, I'll give you some privacy now, 'kay?"
"Okay..." Kristina watched as Alexas closed the door behind her, and Kristina then hurriedly put on her underwear (which included a bra that somehow kept unfastening each time she thought she had gotten it firmly clasped). The pink dress fell to just above her feet, and it seemed to fit much looser than she expected. Was it too big? Kristina peeked out the door to an over-eager Alexas who was waiting only a foot from the door.
"Are you done?" she asked, looking over Kristina.
"I think this dress is too loose, can you help me?"
In a second, Alexas could tell what the problem was. "Ah, it's one of my old dresses I lent you. You're supposed to tie a biiiiiiiiig pink bow on it, like..." Alexas rummaged through Kristina's backpack (while Kristina bit her nails as she moved the plastic bag a few times) and found a long belt of fabric. Alexas quickly tied the dress in a matter of seconds, and Kristina felt the slightly uncomfortable pressure as it dug into her abdomen just a bit. "... this! All done!" Alexas' eyes sparkled as they fell upon the bow, which was perfectly symmetrical.
Kristina liked how the bow hugged her body, although she could do without the additional pressure on her bladder. She already had to pee when she woke up, and the sensation of being squeezed only made the need more pronounced. She would have asked to have it taken off so she could pee, but the look in Alexas' eyes told her that would be one of the worst things she could say right then.
"Are your parents home?" Kristina asked her as they walked out of her room.
"They should show up any minute, although you might want to help me hide something."
"Hide? Hide what?" Kristina followed Alexas, who led her to the kitchen. One thing that was there was a girl whose head gently rested on the kitchen table. Her face was pale as she moaned. Kristina couldn't help chuckling at the two empty tubs of ice-cream beside the girl. "Well, all we have to do is throw out the containers and lay Lissa on the coach, right?"
"I guess, but you'll have to help me lift Lissa. I can't trust myself not to hit her head for revenge of what she did to you..." Alexas grit her teeth as she uttered the last few words. Her gaze darted to Kristina before her attitude calmed down, and she looked to her feet. "S-sorry."
Kristina giggled at her apology. "It's okay, I'm just glad you're willing to keep your emotions under control, even if they are for me."
Alexas flashed a smile back.
They didn't have much trouble going along with the plan, and Lissa was soon moaning once more, this time in understandable words which were about how she miscalculated her mouthfuls of ice-cream per second.
Of course, just as they had gotten rid of all the evidence, the front door opened, admitting a man and woman, both in their late thirties, and both somewhat shuffling. These were obviously Alexas' parents.
"We're home, R-" Alex's mother started.
She was quickly stopped by Alexas' "Mother! Please don't say my given name, not in front of my friends..."
Her father looked rather drowsy as he shuffled past silently, but her mother wasn't in the mood to have her daughter disagreeing with her. "Alexas, if you care about Kristina so much, you'll have to tell her eventually. Now tell her your name, now." Her mother added emphasis to the last word, making Alexas shiver. Kristina almost shivered as well at how cute Alexas looked when she was embarrassed.
"I... Do I have to?" She asked, and a stern look was all she got back from her mother. Alexas gulped, placing two fingers together in front of her, keeping from making eye contact with Kristina. "It's, ah, it's... A stupid name." Alexas hurried the last words, turning to run back to her room.
Her mother said a sharp "Alexas Allison Alexandrie! Get back here right now!" Kristina giggled at the colors that changed on Alexas' face, and she had to cut the laugh off short as the motherly death gaze moved to her.
Alexas shuffled her feet, mumbling "It's a stupid name, but it's Rose Jean..."
"Speak up!"
"R-Rose Jean! It's Rose Jean..."
Kristina's heart fluttered with Alexas' words, and she had to restrain herself from hugging Alexas. It failed, and she was soon around Alexas like vines around a truss. "Aww, it's cute. Why didn't you tell me before, Rose Jean?"
"B-because it's... I read that it meant I couldn't keep long-term relationships, a-and I didn't want you to think so as well..."
"Well, I will make sure whoever said that realizes it's a lie. Just because you have a name that 'means' something, that doesn't mean it actually does for you." Kristina looked Alexas in the eyes, watching as they shimmered from tears trying to form.
Alexas' mother was a little less emotional. "Well, if you want to spend more time together, do it somewhere else. I don't want you noisy kids waking me up." Alexas said goodnight, and her mother half waved as she walked away.
"Your mom's rather commanding when she's tired." Kristina noted.
"And who ate all the ice-cream?" They heard from the kitchen. Obviously, Alex's mother thought she needed more than sleep to relax. This brought the two girls into chuckles.
"Come on, unlike you and Lissa, I can drive. I'll just drop Lissa off, and if you want to spend some time together..." The devilish grin sprouted once again on Alexas' face.
"I see she's back to her old self." Kristina thought. "I mean, we can hang out at my house, and you could spend the night and all..."
"Great! So, just get Lissa ready and let's go!" Alexas shouted with glee, and she spun around as she skipped out of the room humming.
Kristina could see why she was attracted to the girl. Alexas radiated cuteness, if such a phenomena existed. Somehow, Kristina knew Alexas would never outgrow such a demeanor, and frankly, Kristina preferred that she didn't change a bit. Kristina looked for Lissa, soon finding her already up and packing, as if she hadn't just gorged on two tubs of ice-cream. "Apparently she's used to it." She speculated. Kristina passed along the fact Alexas was going to drive them home, and Lissa grinned.
"I bet she'll appreciate having some alone time with you..." Lissa said.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about, my mother should be there most of the time..."
Lissa giggled. "You said most of the time, which means..." She let the sentence hang, and the unsaid words forced Kristina to look away.
"Just hurry up and pack..."
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The car ride over was rather uneventful. Lissa was talking to both of the girls while they attempted to give an answer back before she changed the subject. Alexas was trying her best to keep her eyes on the road, but they strained to look at Kristina, who was sitting in the passenger seat beside her. Kristina had to point out how dangerous it was every time Alexas' eyes would stray too far, and soon they would retreat back to the road in front of her before the cycle repeated.
Within minutes they were parked in front of Kristina's house, and Lissa made a big deal about having to walk home, despite it being so close by. Kristina bit her lip as she gingerly climbed out of the car. Her thoughts were almost exclusively on her constantly nagging bladder, and each movement only increased the urgency. This only got worse when she yelped as someone put their hand on her shoulder, and she had to resist darting her hands down as she felt a little pee sneak past despite her attempts of holding it in.
"Hey, Kristina, it's me, Chris." Said the owner of the hand, and Kristina turned to face the boy she had met a few days ago.
"It's him! -well, it's Kristina..." The new Kristina shook her head. "Er, it's the old Kristina in my old body... I guess I'll just call her by my original first name." Kristina forced a smile. "Hello, Chris. I'm sorry we didn't exchange names earlier." She thought about how her name was spoken by Lissa, yet Chris had only told her it was Nick. Of course, he probably already assumed she knew his by now, so he must have unconsciously let the name slip by.
Chris nodded a few times. "It's quite alright, we were both in a rush anyways."
"It was mostly Lissa's fault."
Chris chuckled. "True, very true..." He then looked at Alexas, who was standing awkwardly beside Kristina. He brought a hand forward, saying "So, who's your girlfriend?"
Kristina's face turned beet red. "I-I don't think that's the right word to use-"
"I think it is." Alexas said, shooting a stern look at Kristina, making her shiver in turn. Alexas smiled as she shook Chris' hand. "I'm Alexas, and I noticed you're wearing alexandrite on your necklace."
Chris looked down, as if seeing it for the first time. "Oh, this? I like how alexandrite changes color, especially when it's under incandescent light."
Alexas' smile only widened from those words. "Then I guess we'll make great friends. Any reason why you're here?"
"Oh, I just wanted to tell Kristina something in private."
"If it's a date, the answer is no."
"Heheh, there's no need to worry about that."
Alexas stepped aside. "You two have one minute."
Kristina walked forward, a question already on her lips, yet Chris could already sense it. "I'm glad you love Alexas." Chris explained. "I don't know if you're aware of it yet, but names carry a lot of weight in this town."
Kristina looked back at Alexas, who gave a faint smile back, mouthing 'hurry up'. Kristina nodded and looked back to Chris. "A-and you're glad of that?"
"Yes, after all, this was my one way of breaking up with Alexas without hurting her feelings."
"You mean-"
"Yes, her given name is true. I found out from Lissa one day, and the longer I stayed with Alexas, the more obvious it became. Simply put, my feelings for her waned. Usually, it's just someone's last name that makes a difference, but every now and then..." Chris stopped short, seeing Alexas approach.
"What's taking so long?" She asked, and Chris smiled.
"We were talking about your breast size."
"Chris!" The two girls shouted in unison as Alexas covered her chest. She grabbed Kristina's free hand before pulling her along, although Kristina noted she stopped covering herself once they had turned away.
"God, he's so immature. If he wants to look at breasts so much he should just get a girlfriend..." Alexas mumbled, although her momentary glance to Kristina revealed that Kristina was leading Chris by example. "A-and don't encourage him!" Alexas said, raising Kristina's chin with a finger.
"B-but I have a girlfriend, you!" Kristina replied defensively.
"Well, maybe I'll just have to wear looser clothing, I can't have you glassy eyed, mouth agape, every time I sit across from you at a table."
Kristina pouted as she crossed her arms. "That's not fair, Why should I be punished for looking at one of your attractive qualities?"
Alexas started talking, but paused as she took in the compliment. "W-well, they're not that great..."
"They are."
"N-... I... Thanks..." Alexas mumbled, capitulating.
Kristina smiled back. "I know you're shy," Alexas started the conversation back up as they stopped at Kristina's front door, "but that doesn't mean you can just say we're not girlfriends after your earlier statement. You'll have to make it up to me."
"Like?"
"That's what I should be asking you!" She shouted as Kristina's mom opened the door.
"I thought you two were out here!" Kristina's mother said. "Hurry in, I can't have you two yelling all day out there."
"We weren't yelling that much..." Kristina tried to defend, tossing her backpack to the floor and closing the door behind Alexas.
"So did you..." Kristina's mom whispered, making Kristina's face go scarlet.
"M-mom!"
"Hey, it's a serious question! I care about you, and I just want to know if-" Her mother cut herself off as she realized her volume had increased throughout her lecture, and she forced it back down to a whisper. "...If you had any accidents."
"I swear I didn't have any accidents!" Kristina hissed back.
"Well, then I guess you don't mind if I check your goodnight?"
Kristina started saying "I don't" before pausing. Her goodnight was (at the very least) slightly wet when she placed it back in her bag. No matter how small it was, her mother would find it, no problem. Mothers always find things you thought you hid perfectly. "I swear I didn't wet the bed."
"'The bed'? I was asking for accidents in general and you mentioned wetting the bed-"
"But I didn't!"
"Kristina!"
"You can-" Kristina stopped her own crescendo as she realized she was starting to yell at her mom in front of her girlfriend. Alexas was looking away, shuffling her feet. Alexas' face only grew red as she heard Kristina finish her sentence in a quieter, calmer tone. "I may have wet my goodnight, but it's be-... You can ask Alexas, she knows I didn't wet myself."
Kristina's mother placed her hands on her hips. Alexas may not have been her daughter, but that didn't make her any less likely to lie. "So, Alexas, what happened last night?"
Alexas glanced at Kristina's mother before hurriedly looking away. "I uhh... Umm, you see... she uh... we... She didn't wet the bed. Yeah."
Kristina's mother blinked. "... What?"
"Mother, you're scaring her!" Kristina jumped in.
"Well I don't know why she's the only one who's scared!"
"I'll continue!" Alexas interrupted the feud once more. She grabbed Kristina by the hand, took in a deep breath, and looked at Kristina's mother straight in the eyes. "I had too much soda, and... Since Kristina and I had to share a bed, when I slept with her I... Well I simply just..." Even with Kristina's hand in her own, she couldn't explain it. Her eyes filled with tears and she fell to the ground with her legs pulled up in front of her. Kristina's mother lost her commanding aura as she kneeled down to comfort the crying girl.
"I'm sorry I was so angry, just tell me what happened."
"No, you'll tell my parents..."
"Sweetie, if it's something they need to know-"
"Please, it's so embarrassing..."
Kristina's mother sighed. "Fine, I promise I won't tell, just let it out."
"... I was the one who wet the bed." Alexas buried her rose colored face as she admitted her fault. "We washed the bed and my nightgown, so my parents shouldn't notice, but..." She looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please, it was all because I drank too much soda and skipped out on the toilet; just don't tell my parents!"
Kristina's mother nodded several times, patting the girl on the back. "I won't, you have my word. Just take deep breaths... that's it..." She could see the girl hiccup as she slowly calmed down, and Kristina's mother leaned over to Kristina and whispered something before getting up. The six words uttered were music to Kristina's ears, and she hugged Alexas as she played them back in her mind.
"You're off the hook for now." It wasn't much, but it was enough. Her mother looked back and said, "Oh, and you may call me Ms. Julia, dear. If there's anything you need, just ask."
"Th-thanks, Ms. Julia." Alexas said through her sniffling. She hugged tightly to Kristina, rubbing her eyes with her jacket sleeve.
Kristina loved how Alexas was wrapping herself around her, but the reason why was the only thing going around in her head. She stood up, only being let go when she placed a light kiss on Alexas' cheek. "I'll be right back." She whispered, and Alexas nodded, trying her best to get her footing before she was offered a hand by Kristina. Kristina then walked up to her mother. "Mom?" she asked, as her mother turned around.
"Yes, dear?"
"I, umm, would like to take uhh..." Kristina scratched the back of her neck as she looked away nervously. "Ummm... mo-money, would be appreciated..."
Her mother leaned forward, smiling. "I know what you're trying to say, and you're so sweet." She then handed over two bills that made Kristina's eyes widen. "Nothing too expensive, but don't skimp out on dessert, I can tell she has as much of a sweet-tooth as Lissa."
Kristina smiled and nodded a few times. "Got it, thank you so much, mom!" She spun around, but her mother's voice stopped her from leaving immediately.
"Don't forget to pee before you leave."
"I-I know!" She shouted behind her. Kristina had forgotten, but now that her mother was telling her outright, she decided it would be a little embarrassing to go while she was still home. After all, doing so would only prove that she needed to be reminded, and that was something Kristina did NOT want in her mother's head. She approached Alexas, who was now unflustered. "Hey, Alex." Kristina then flashed the two bills. "Dinner's on me, you choose where!"
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"Thank you so much!" Alexas said for the one-thousandth time.
They had already started eating, and from the start Kristina had to be careful about her liquid intake. Her movements had been subtle the whole time, and she kept a hand down there to keep it all in. She still hadn't had taken the time to pee, and she would rather not stop to relieve herself just yet. "I just got here!" She told herself. "I'll simply just have to hold it. I'm what... wait... how old am I?" Kristina realized she'd have to figure that out later, especially if her birthday was during the summer.
"So, have you seen the trailers for that new movie coming out?" Alexas asked.
"That could be anything!" Kristina kept herself from yelling out. "No, I don't believe I had."
"Oh, well it's about a pirate ship getting pulled down a whirlpool, but it's not really a whirlpool, it's a wormhole that leads them out of a waterfall in another dimension, and..."
"Oh. My. God." Kristina shivered at the explanation Alexas was giving. If she hadn't thought she had to pee before, she definitely would know now, and right now it was screaming for relief. "Of all the things she could have talked about..."
"Kristina?"
"Y-yes?" She replied nervously, wondering how she could wipe the sweat off her brow since both hands were firmly placed between her legs.
"I asked if everything's alright, you look rather... strained."
"I-I'm fi-"
"Don't lie, you always look away from me and have that nervous grin when you lie, and you're doing it right now!"
"I... It's nothing important."
"It doesn't look unimportant." Alexas didn't get a reply, and she tried to think back to what could have caused her discomfort. Her grin returned, and she whispered, "Oh, Kristina, if you have to pee that badly, just go..."
"No I..." Kristina tried to deny it as she could feel the heat rise to her cheeks, but she knew it was no use. Her bladder much agreed with Alexas, after all. She stood up slowly, careful not to jostle her bladder.
She groaned at seeing the long line, which seemed much longer than she ever thought possible for a restaurant of any size! Kristina tried her best to keep her hands to her sides, but as soon as she was inside the main doors to it, she couldn't stop herself from openly holding herself. "Come on come on..." She muttered, bouncing in place as the line moved forward one by one. She could feel eyes on her back, eyes on her front. Kristina would be surprised if there wasn't a single person not looking at her plight, although a quick glance up revealed a few chuckling girls in front of her who seemed to carry themselves rather highly. She watched as each of the girls entered the three stalls, and one of them pointed out how they somehow managed to clog a toilet, although this was quite clearly directed towards Kristina. She bit her lip and made high steps as she tried to keep moving, trying her best to keep it in. Despite all the teasing going on, she made it to the restroom. Closing and locking a door behind her, she debated on simply peeing through her panties, but quickly shook her head. She made it this far, and even if she had to, it would most likely get on her dress, which already displayed a dime-sized wet patch on the front. She tried to pull the dress up first, but hit resistance. She had forgotten about the bow. "No problem," She thought. "I just have to untie it real quick and..."
Nothing.
Well, not nothing, it just wouldn't untie. Kristina grit her teeth. "It HAS to untie! I can't wait any longer!" Her need to pee was greater than when she was in school earlier in the week. Then she simply thought she might be able to switch back as if none of it ever happened. Maybe wake up from the dream.
But not here.
Here, it was public. Here, she might meet someone again.
Here, if she peed herself, she'd have to go back, soaked, to her girlfriend.
Kristina looked around franticly for something, ANYTHING to get it untied or even cut, but nothing turned up. She couldn't untie it herself.
Herself.
"But, it's so embarrassing..." But not as embarrassing as the alternative, surely? "I'll just have to..."
Kristina shakily walked out, thighs pressed tightly together as she kept both of her hands pressed tightly against her special spot in order to keep it all in. She bit her lip as she reached their table, and Alexas could tell in a second that Kristina hadn't peed. "What's wrong?" She asked worriedly. "What happened?"
"Can't... untie... h...help..." She forced out, shivering as she felt some pee trickle down her leg into her shoe.
Alexas led her back to the restroom, and the line was just as long as before. "Kristina, do you think you can make it?" She asked, and instantly regretted it as she saw Kristina frantically shake her head 'no'. Alexas took note of the dark patch now slightly surrounding Kristina's hands. Alexas realized Kristina was on a countdown that was closer to the end than they were to a toilet. Alexas was worrying like mad that her girlfriend was on the brink of wetting herself and being humiliated in front of everyone, and she just couldn't allow that. A new fire lit in her eyes, and she brought her pointer finger out, hovering it right in front of Kristina's face. "You won't wet yourself, you hear?"
"But, Alexas, I-"
"No buts, you won't wet yourself and that's final! You hear me?"
Kristina nodded, shaking in desperation. "It hurts so much!"
"Well you will wait, and you will make it!" Alexas was pouring her heart into the situation, and she couldn't help but feel... She suppressed the thought. She had had it yesterday, and she couldn't let it get in the way.
Kristina jiggled and swayed, holding herself openly and trying her best to keep it in. In her head, now wasn't a matter of 'if' she'll make it, it was a matter of 'when'. She whimpered and trembled and bounced and jiggled and hopped, yet she held on. Kristina was in constant motion, yet not a single new drop of pee got through. They reached the front of the line, and Alexas hurried them into the handicap stall. She untied the bow with ease, and soon she looked Kristina in the eyes, radiating with encouragement mixed in with...
"Remove your hands and I'll pull up your dress and then pull down your panties. You won't pee until I give the command, alright?"
Kristina nodded. "J-just hurry!"
Alexas didn't hurry, instead jabbing Kristina's abdomen playfully. "You will hold it, so you will wait!"
Kristina doubled over when she felt her need to pee go past any imaginable feeling. "O-okay! I'll hold it!" although she was pleading more than agreeing to. Alexas pulled the dress up over Kristina's head and hung it on the coat hook behind them before doing the same with her damp pair of panties. Kristina hurriedly sat down, yet she didn't pee right away. Her hands were clutching her womanhood, and she was trembling as she waited. Alexas paused for a few seconds before darting her head forward, using her hands to tilt Kristina's head as they passionately kissed.
"OK, now you can pee," Alexas whispered softly before starting to kiss her again.
Kristina relaxed her entire body, and if there weren't so many noisy people outside the stall, they would have heard the sound of Kristina's peeing echoing across the walls.
The kiss didn't end until long after Kristina's bladder had emptied, and both were left gasping for air. Alexas didn't utter a word, yet somehow, she felt she didn't have to. Turning to Kristina's dress, she helped dry it off as best she could before helping her back into it, neither of them speaking to the other, as if it would ruin the moment. Kristina handed her money to Alexas as she returned to the car, not caring that when she sat down that she was getting pee on the seat. To keep the smell down, she opened the windows, and rummaged through the car for some perfume that Alexas had lying around. She tried her best to spray only a small amount, not wanting to make Alexas gag.
Alex soon returned with a box in one hand before sitting in the driver's seat, both girls in silence.
"That was... cute..." Alexas whispered, her face glowing. Coming from her, that was the biggest compliment she could give.
Kristina decided now was the best time to go fishing for answers. "You... enjoyed watching me?"
"A... a little. I mean, I knew it before, but... Well, you know how you caught me looking you over yesterday?"
"Yeah?"
"You remember what you were doing?"
"I was just sitting there... Oh..." Kristina's own face glowed red with embarrassment. "I needed to pee."
Alexas paused before answering, and while it was meek, it was also somewhat lustful. "Y-yeah..."
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Due to massive amounts of stress on my side and personal matters on frosty's, this took longer than normal. ...but, it's still alive!Thank you frostyjr2 for editing this, especially when I'm going through some rough times. I hope to write the next part sooner than before! Chapter 8: A Quick PictureKristina couldn't help gawking at what lay in front of her. How could she not? Alexas was lying there, inviting her to have Kristina do whatever her heart desired to her.Well, at least that's what Kristina assumed.She wasn't sure how things had escalated so quickly. All she did was share the cake, have Alexas drive her home, and then they had gone to bed before waking up a few minutes later in this situation. Kristina's mind was cloudy and she could almost hear it whirring as it attempted to catch up with the memories, but the attempt was beyond her at the moment.Instead, she let instinct lead the way. Climbing on top of the bed, she could feel a slight need to pee, but leaving for the bathroom would spoil the mood. Throwing the thought aside, she placed her lips against Alexas', but they didn't seem to return what she had expected. Pressing her body against Alexas, she tried to draw out the feeling she had felt the first time she had kissed Alexas, or even something close to it. Disappointment soon followed, and she gave into her growing need to pee."Where are you going?" Alexas whispered, holding Kristina by the hand.With such a cloudy mind, she couldn't help but say "It's not what I expected, plus I need to pee anyways..."Oddly enough, Alexas wasn't offended by the first comment. Instead, she chose to take offense at the next."Surely I wouldn't give you the best desire from the start, now would I? Why must you interrupt the gradual increase in pleasure because of a gradual increase in pressure?""But it's really bad, surely we can't just start again right after? We barely got going."Alexas shook her head. "It's now or in a few months. It takes quite some time to get me into such a mood as this, and your need is already spoiling it."Kristina bit her lip. She didn't want to wet herself, but surely she could hold through the whole thing, right? She didn't want to wait a few months, so, making up her mind, Kristina began once more, trying to push the need to pee to the back of her mind and pulling the desire to press up against Alexas to the fore. Kristina could tell it was working, for she could feel a tingling, as she would describe, 'down there', which was followed by a now somewhat familiar warmth. Her mind was getting less and less foggy, and soon she could feel the pleasure she had been seeking. Kristina's eyes fluttered, bringing in a clearer picture each time they reopened, and she couldn't help groaning as she realized all of that was a dream, especially since it was just about to get good. She rubbed her eyes as they were slightly itchy from sleeping for some time. She soon felt that something just felt... wrong, but she couldn't figure out what it was. Looking around, she could see Alexas, snoring gently in a way only describable like that of a content kitten. Kristina decided it wouldn't hurt to sleep in a little longer with Alexas, so she wrapped an arm around Alexas and felt the reassuring warmth of her girlfriend's body heat radiating to her. Snuggling up against her, she soon felt tiredness roll over her like a wave, and soon sleep captured her once more. "I swear, you sleep in just because you wake up too tired to get out of bed." Alexas said, gently shaking Kristina. "Come on, I bought us movie tickets and the picture starts in half an hour. It'll take us at least fifteen minutes to get there, and if you don't wake up soon..." Alexas paused to come up with something, and she quickly continued with, "...I'll hint to your mother that you didn't listen to her last night."At that, Kristina's eyes flew wide open, as she got up at once, swinging her feet off the bed. Alexas laughed as Kristina quickly fell to the floor, tripping on herself as her tangled feet hadn't woken up as quickly as her mind. She got up rubbing her head, regarding Alexas with pained embarrassment. "That's not funny, it really hurt!"Alexas only laughed louder before calming herself down. "Sorry, heehee, it's just so adorable watching you fumbling around like a startled cat.""Great, now she's comparing me to a feline..." Kristina thought, thinking of the irony of it.She got up, blowing the messy hair out of her face. Grabbing the brush from her end table, she cringed when the teeth of the brush tugged at the knots that were in her hair. She had washed her hair last night, but she realized she probably didn't use quite as much conditioner as was necessary to keep it from tangling. Taking a mental note, her eyes dropped to the soaked goodnight she was wearing. So something was wrong when she woke up. She felt a hand stop her as she walked to the dresser, and she turned to her girlfriend, who was currently wearing a dark red bow in her hair to keep it in a ponytail. She wore a red hoodie that had a zipper all along the front, with a light pink t-shirt barely showing from where the zipper had almost finished being zipped. She had a pink skirt that looked shorter than it was from the hoodie going past where a shirt normally would stop, and Alexas wore pink socks, but no shoes yet."I already got your outfit ready, Kristina. I've laid stuff out because I didn't want you to rush a mismatched outfit."Kristina looked at the clothes, there was a pink t-shirt, a pink and black pleated skirt (with the inner folds being black and outer being the pink), black socks, and... well, the last bit made Kristina blush a bit. Pink and white striped panties. "You really had to pick out my panties?""W-well, I think panties are what piece together an entire outfit..." Alexas said defensively, although a notable tension was in her voice.Kristina then motioned towards her chest. "Then what about a bra? I may have small breasts, but that's just insulting!"Alexas' face grew red, and she stepped forward. "I was just trying to be nice, Kristina! You never give me tips on this stuff anyways, and what have you done other than that one-off date last night? You've been avoiding me for so long, and the first time I try returning a favor you raise your voice!"She was absolutely fuming by the end of her sentence, her hands balled up into fists at her side, and soon tears threatened to break free from her eyes. She brushed the tears away with her fist, and they reformed and fell in pairs as the tears themselves realized she no longer could sustain an angry aura around her."D-dang it all!" was all she could say before she rushed out of the room.Kristina tried to stop her, but the resounding 'Bang!' of the slamming door stopped her from running after her. Kristina always knew Alexas for someone who flared up easily, but she never knew her for someone who was overly emotional. Even the bed wetting incident was something totally different. Pretty much anyone would have reacted that way, and the resulting conversation could have easily been her feelings being carried onto the other dilemma. In this case, Alexas actually couldn't get mad at her because of her emotions, and Kristina knew that only made her more emotional. Putting on everything tossed across the bed but the t-shirt, she placed the shirt over her shoulder as she grabbed a few things before leaving to go after Alexas.Alexas was in the predictable place, the bathroom. Kristina laid her ear against the door and felt her heart break to pieces as she could hear sobbing on the other side. She hadn't wanted to cause Alexas to break down like that, even if it weren't wholly her fault. The sobbing soon stopped as she knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, Alexas shakily asked, "What do you want?""I just want to chat." Kristina replied, and silence lasted a few seconds before Alexas broke it again."There's nothing to say, now just go away!""But I can't go to the movie without you.""Well, then just don't go.""Come on Alexas..." Kristina didn't expect it to be this difficult to coax Alexas back to her normal self. "At least answer a question, and you can't answer this through a door!"Shuffling was heard, and soon the door swung open. "What is it?"Kristina lifted up a pair of bras, one pink and another white. "Which one do you think is better?""I don't care..." Alexas mumbled, looking away."You do, Alexas, and that's why I love you. You care about the little things, and sometimes a thick-headed girl like me forgets that."Alexas suddenly flashed a smile, and looked back at the garments. She pointed to the white bra and watched as Kristina put it on, and after tossing on the shirt, she was stopped by Alexas, who tucked in the shirt."If you wear a skirt, you must always tuck in your shirt, that's just a rule." Alexas said, her fundamental meticulous self taking over from her messy emotional side."And what about if I'm wearing jeans?"This was something that made Alexas shake her head, 'tsking' as she even wagged a finger. "I don't care if you like jeans, no girlfriend of mine is going to wear anything except a skirt unless it's snowing!" Alexas said. "Dresses have skirts, and skirts are skirts, but jeans and shorts are the most boring clothes ever.""And what about boys? They can't really wear clothing with skirts without being outcast."Alexas crossed her arms before practically throwing the question over her shoulder."Well, maybe they should just change genders or something, but I'm not in the mood to think about stuff like that..." Her previous mood was now completely gone as a new dilemma crossed her mind. "By the way, why are you saying stuff like that? You seem to be caring a little too much about the opposite sex than normal...""W-well..." Kristina couldn't help but worry. "Does she know? What will she do? What will I do?" Kristina's mind was thinking so far ahead that she almost missed Alexas' conclusion, catching it just in time for the sentence to make sense."-I expected this, your minimal exposure to that Chris creep has tainted your desire for girls!" Alexas shouted.Kristina tilted her head in confusion. "What?""Being exposed to boys, especially creeps, leads to non-girly thoughts, which means a cuteness deficiency and an increase in the desire," Alexas gasped, "the desire to wear non-cute clothing! I should've seen the signs!""Alexas, you're treating boys like a radioactive substanc-""As I should! All of the proof has been spread across this entire morning! I'm surprised you haven't noticed the signs yourself!" Kristina realized Alexas was no exception to this place's ability to make everyone... weird. Of course, with Alexas, this was something Kristina could deal with, and a little bit of her enjoyed such weirdness."Well," Kristina changed subjects. "are we going to the movies or not, Alex?"Alex's eyes grew wide as she grabbed Kristina by the hand, soon bolting out the door as the words "You're right! We're going to be late!" trailed from her mouth.Kristina had barely enough time to grab her purse on the way out, but she managed to grab it and toss it over her shoulder.They got in the car, and soon Kristina was buckling herself into her seat in time with Alexas, the clicking of her seatbelt locking in place sounding simultaneously to the one on the driver's side."What's so great about this movie anyways?" Kristina queried, gritting her teeth as Alexas reversed and stopped to switch gears a little too suddenly."The movie is the one I told you about yesterday. It came out today, but I bought tickets ahead of time so we could see it together on release. That's why I was making such a big deal about it at dinner last night."Alexas put the car in drive, and they quickly exited the neighborhood. Kristina heaved a sigh of relief as she realized Alexas wasn't going over the speed limit. "There aren't enough good pirate movies, and I've really been hoping this one is good.""I'm just glad you aren't breaking any laws, it's not that important..." She looked back at Alexas for confirmation, yet Alexas seemed to be having trouble figuring out how to respond. With no words being exchanged, it was a silent drive to the theaters.Feeling rather awkward, Kristina opened her purse, pulling out her K-86, which still left an eyebrow raised on her face. Thinking that Alexas also enjoyed playing video games, Kristina was able to break the silence with a question she knew she could get an answer to."So, is the K-86 rather popular? I don't really keep up with that stuff as much as I should."Alexas had that confused expression once more, and she risked a glance as they stopped at a light. "Oh, you definitely don't know enough, that's the Backlit Video Game Display Unit, or the BVGDU. Er, but that's still a mouthful, so it's usually called the Backlight Handheld, or BH. It's an old console, and it was the first handheld game console that could be played in the dark because of the addition of a light that brightened the display.""Then what's the K-86 on the back of it mean?""I dunno, you showed that sticker one day to me and said if you ever brought it up again to remind you to ask that scientist you've been hanging out with recently."Not really thinking that it was too out of the ordinary (other than being such an odd name for a system), Kristina hadn't noticed until now that the sticker was layered on top of an older sticker, which looked slightly worn. In comparison, the newer sticker had very few imperfections, a contrast to the scratched, faded sticker it covered."Heh, sorry, I guess I forgot all about that..." "I need to text him now." Kristina pulled out her phone, making sure it was fully charged before rapidly hammering the keys to get her question out as fast as possible."I just checked my Backlight Handheld, why is there a sticker with K-86 on it?"The response didn't take long to come in."You're learning more about Kristina than I thought you would, like some sort of sleuth willing to ask questions to see if it would yield anything new.""Can't you just answer me already?""And just like a determined detective, you're angered by delays, so I'll just tell you now. It's part of the algorithm I used, the K standing for 100% of Kristina, and the -86 was to act as the similarity being taken away from the 100%. I wish there was a better way to say it, but all I can really say is that 100% minus the 86 equals the amount of dissimilarity in the query, or a search of someone 14% dissimilar from Kristina. It's actually a lot more complicated than that, but that's really the best way I can actually explain it.""So I'm 14% different from Kristina?""Technically, no, but mathematically with plenty of other values and the like accounted for, yes. For example, some may consider gender a portion of this value, but seeing as it has no alteration on one's personality or mental state, I disregarded it entirely.""And why 14?""Well, less of 14 and more of 86. We chose to use a percent that was close enough that you'd be into most of the same things, yet different enough to allow you to love Alex. She also was adamant about switching with someone who had a stronger bladder, that way she didn't have to deal with... well, you're well aware of that by now. It wasn't simply a percentage value I used, but as I said, that's really the only way I can describe it easily.""Well, I'd like to see this thing the next time you get the chance.""Even if it means the difference between returning to your old body or forever being locked in this new one?"That was the question she had been puzzling over ever since she had swapped bodies. Sure, the first day she would have done anything to return back to her old body and old life, but now new information had brought doubt into her mind. The old Kristina had wanted this, and still wants this. Not to mention Alex, who sat right beside her right now. Alex had wanted someone to love, and she saw this in Kristina, even when she had seen the old Kristina's desire to be just friends.And then there was Chris- the old Chris, that is. The old Chris only wanted to get back to his old body and let the girls deal with their problems through normal means. He didn't have consent in this. He despised this whole thing of switching bodies. Why did he have to lose his old life just to take up another's? At first he'd wanted nothing more than to change back to his old self again.But then he met her. Alexas, the one person who didn't care if he- no, she, for she was now Kristina- was different than normal. In fact, Alexas welcomed the new Kristina with open arms, even ignoring the problems that came with it. Of course, these problems had actually been what had forced Alexas' hand, causing her to admit one of her long ignored desires. Kristina couldn't wish the fate of losing a love that had come so close on someone she truly loved in return. At that moment, Kristina realized that the old Chris was almost entirely gone now, and no matter how much she tried to suppress it, the new Kristina was here to stay and that even if she changed back, there would always be a part of her that would remain. Kristina knew that she was willing to risk not going back to her old body, seeing as it was worth the risk to know what had gotten her in this mess in the first place. She had been so caught up with these thoughts that the whole ride to the theater had ended. "It's time to go, Kristina," the angelic voice of Alex rung out. It was fitting to think of her as an angel, one who intervened in human affairs to shake them from their single-minded thoughts. "You're looking at me oddly again, Kristina." "Sorry, I was deep in thought." Kristina replied, shaking her head, clearing her mind. "Let's go."She quickly texted "I need to know, no matter the risk. As soon as you can give one, I'd like an answer." and she turned her phone off, tossing it in her purse, along with her Handheld. Alexas dragged Kristina along, soon reaching the concession stand and buying the two of them drinks and some popcorn, all of them in the largest sizes possible. One of the drinks was fruit punch and the other soda, Alexas claiming "I'm not a big fan of soda, it's too generic, relying purely on sugar to make it good."Kristina didn't really care; she was starting to sip her soda before they even presented the tickets to the ticket counter. The soda was already a quarter drained as they reached their seats, Kristina only remembering that she's always so thirsty in the morning. The lights dimmed as the previews ended just in time.Kristina shivered. Why did it have to be so cold in the theater? It was like they wanted to keep everyone bundling up for warmth, no matter the season. The arctic environment soon made another thing known, that she needed to pee.Looking back, Kristina realized she hadn't gone since that morning. Kristina bit her lip as her eyes trailed down to the half-filled soda in her cup-holder. She hadn't used the toilet after getting up, and although she did wet herself in her sleep, that hardly changed matters. Now she had half of the largest size soda in her stomach, along with the buttered popcorn that seemed to be having a diuretic effect.If Kristina were to sum this up, it wasn't good. Although when she thought about it, all she had to do was excuse herself and pee. It was that simple. Kristina chuckled to herself, there was nothing to worry about, and to show her bladder who was boss, she drank more soda and ate more popcorn. Sure, at an eighth full of soda and a decent amount of popcorn, she felt bloated, but Kristina's crossed legs and determined mind told her it was fine to watch for a little bit longer. What was the worst that could happen anyways, she forgot and ended up leaking before being lead childishly to the restrooms?Well, that was likely, but Kristina wanted to hold it as long as she could. If there was anything that Kristina could think of that could strengthen her bladder, it was to hold her pee as long as she could.Ten minutes later, and there was no question about it, Kristina had to go, and she had to go now. Even for her, Kristina hadn't expected soda to go through her so quickly. To her, it was as if one moment she didn't have to pee, the next she couldn't very well be bothered, and the next, she was going to pop. Normally, she'd just get up and go, but while her tense legs bounced up and down, she realized that her girlfriend would kill to see her in such a situation. "Alex, I have to pee really badly."Alex looked over, her eyes showing a hint of fascination as light danced across them. "O-oh? Well, I'm not stopping you." Her hand twitched as if to object, but Alexas wasn't going to stop Kristina.Kristina tried to stand, but suddenly feeling a wave hit, she fell back to her seat, leaning forward and pressing her hands into her skirt."T-this is insane! It got so bad so quickly!," she whispered to herself.Alexas had a conflicted look on her face now, as if she were debating whether to help Kristina or not, and if she were to, how? A minute passed, and Kristina's bladder still ached for release, it was as if her hot pee was burning the gates that kept her from peeing, and that her hands were merely support beams to keep it from breaking open, but not able to keep the inevitable from happening. Another minutes passed, and the burning pain had soon subsided, now becoming a nagging dull pain that refused to go away. Kristina shakily stood, accepting the hand from Alexas."Here, I'll lead you to the restrooms." Kristina could have thanked Alexas a thousand times, and not just because of the support from her girlfriend. No, the main problem was that Kristina had no idea were the restroom was, never having been in this theater in her entire life. She shuffled beside Alexas, who pushed the doors of the theater open. Kristina felt her hands dampen as a small trickle had started, and she realized there was no way to stop it. "U-um, should we stop?" Alexas asked, concerned that Kristina might pee herself soon. Kristina shook her head."I-I... k-keep going, I c-can't stop it...." Kristina could feel the tears forming, and her vision blurred as they distorted the light. Alexas kept dragging Kristina further along, and soon the restroom was in sight. Unfortunately, so was the sign that said 'Out of Order'.Kristina couldn't help feeling more tears fall, and in sync, the trickling redoubled, starting to form a bigger and bigger stream as a good portion fell straight down, a small amount going down her right leg into her shoe. No matter how small the second stream was, it was barely hindered by the socks before the shoe itself started filling up. The dark blotch in the red carpeting was rather visible to anyone standing nearby, though the low lighting helped to hide it at a distance."I-I'm sorry Kristina..." Alexas apologized. "I... could tell you were desperate since the start of the movie; I really should have helped you go.""I-it's not your fault I wet myself..." Kristina said, trying to keep herself from breaking down and sobbing on the spot."Well, it kinda was. I had gotten you the biggest drink possible because I wanted to see you desperate. I... I feel like a jerk, I'm so sorry."Kristina looked up at the girl. Alexas was making it so easy to hate her. Maybe she could learn to be without her? Kristina shook her head. These thoughts were only making matters worse. If she wanted to think, she needed to be somewhere where there was nothing to bias her. Now was the time to get out of sopping wet panties, and the skirt that fared a little better than her right sock, although it was hardly untouched.She shook her right foot, trying to shed as much pee from her skin before leaving. "I-it's fine, let's just go. We can see the movie again some other time."They left in silence, and Kristina was soon sitting down in the car on her skirt and soaking it more. Then there was the silent drive back.Kristina couldn't help but feel bad for Alexas, even though she deserved to feel guilty. Alexas had purposely attempted to make Kristina desperate, and had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. But even then, Kristina still couldn't help feeling horrible. If she wanted out of this relationship, she should say it right now instead of letting dread build up for Alexas. But she couldn't bring herself to do so, thinking that leaving the relationship would be even worse.But then what could she do? Sure, she could stay in the relationship, but she'd have to deal with the possibility of the same thing happening again, even if Alexas swore off doing it. Another way to keep from breaking up was to switch bodies."And let the old Kristina do it for me." Kristina felt terrible even thinking about that. Sure, it was the old Kristina's fault she was in the situation, but it was out of love!And the new Kristina was just going to say 'Try someone else if you want your body to love Alexas.' Another thought struck her. She shot a text to the scientist and got the answer she dreaded. Looking at the screen, she realized saying such a thing was practically like ending the relationship outright."The main problem I'm having is less rebuilding the switching device and more of what you just guessed, your souls are building a resistance to the mechanics of the device. That is why I said there is a time-limit, because your soul can't deal with mechanical manipulation in any other way than resisting it."Kristina didn't want to make up her mind now, it was too soon! She had thought she'd have all summer to think about this, but now she was being forced into deciding. Was it worth it to stay in this body?Yes. But was it okay to keep the relationship going, even if she were trapped in this body forever?That was more difficult to answer. But long before they reached the house, Kristina had already made up her mind.Yes, it was okay.With that decision, any thought of changing back was pushed to the wayside. If she really wanted to change back or not seemed like something that she would have to think about herself without considering everybody else's desires, and right now she wasn't ready for that. Not switching back was one matter, switching back was an entirely different one."Alexas." Kristina had made up her mind for now. "I'm still your girlfriend, alright? And while it makes me a little uncomfortable to risk wetting myself in public because of you, I think I can live with it."Alexas stayed silent, but her cheeks already had tears streaking down it. She tried saying something, but it was melted together, unformed, unrefined. Alexas turned and hugged Kristina. "Th-thank you so much!""Wheel! The wheel! Hands on the wheel!" Kristina shouted, holding it steady while Alexas quickly returned to it."I-I'm sorry, I just thought your next words were going to be you breaking up with me." Alexas wiped her eyes, slowing her speed as her eyesight was hindered."Just let your emotions wait until we get back, otherwise you'll break us up into another car."Alexas laughed at the joke, and suddenly the atmosphere in the car had lightened, almost making Kristina feel dizzy with the loss of gravity. They returned to Kristina's home, and Alexas spent half an hour wrapped around Kristina before she felt like she had gotten back to her normal self. They had sat down on Kristina's bed (after she had dried herself off, of course) and chatted, although Kristina said more, seeing as Alexas was still trying to calm down. Alexas took a few deep breaths as she listened to Kristina talk about some of the things she had to deal with. Kristina even had to include the details of a few of her recent accidents to satisfy Alexas' curiosity."Wait, back up." Alexas said, holding her hands out. "What did you just say?"Kristina could feel her face redden. "Uhm, well, I sorta... Had an accident during finals-""And I missed it!" Alexas shouted to herself, raising her arms, frustrated in herself for sleeping through it. She looked back at Kristina once more. "You better tell me what happened, and don't slack on details!""But it's embarrassing-""But you also know I enjoy it, so you-""Alexas, get the desire out of your thoughts for a second and realize why I don't want to tell you!"Alexas was stopped by Kristina's sudden protest, and she closed her still open mouth as she listened intently to what Kristina had to say. "Think about when you wet the bed, was that enjoyable?"Alexas looked to the ground like a small child being disciplined. She bit her thumbnail as she replied with, "I guess not...""How would you feel if so many people you knew were this close to witnessing that?""W-well, I'd feel mortified...""Exactly." Kristina said, but she couldn't help scooting closer.Something had come over her, and she couldn't help stopping an inch away before whispering, "...which is why I'll only tell you in hushed words, and plenty of details so you don't mishear anything." |
Hi everybody! At last I've finished the third chapter of Manon and the Magic Whistle! And as I hope to continue the story about Manon's adventures chapter by chapter by chapter... (which depends on whether you gals and guys like the saga of the magic whistle), I've decided to follow my dear sis frostyjr2's example and place all the chapters in one single thread. Except for the first two chapters, which has been posted before in seperate threads. You can find the first two chapters here: CHAPTER 1: https://omorashi.org/topic/22203-manon-and-the-magic-whistle/ CHAPTER 2: https://omorashi.org/topic/23262-manon-and-the-magic-whistle-part-2/ And here comes:
CHAPTER 3
Testing the whistle: Is it really Magic? Read, and find out!
The days that followed, Manon was puzzling her head over the two wetting incidents, that had occured right in front of her. The more she thought about it, the more she got convinced, that they somehow had to be related to her blowing in the fetish. It made sense, she thought. Both times the girl began to pee herself right after she'd started to blow. "What are the odds for that to happen by coincidence?" She thought. Two days after Malin's wetting accident Manon and her aunt was visiting a friend, named Ella, who was living in the country. Ellas' major interest was dogs, and training dogs. She demonstrated to Anouk and Manon how she trained her dogs. When she wanted them to come back to her, she used a gadget, that looked like a whistle, but they couldn't hear any sound, when she blew into it. When Manon asked her about it, Ella explained, that it was a special dog whistle, that emits sound in the ultrasonic range, which people can't hear. While the sound is above the range of human hearing, it's within the range of a dogs'. Manon caught her breath! What if her fetish was a whistle, which like a dog whistle emits a sound too high for a human ear? A sound, that, even if you couldn't hear it, your body somehow could sense! And sensing the sound waves the body reacted by starting to pee! She got so excited, that she was on the verge to take out the fetish and at once test it on Anouk or Ella. But she calmed down and put down the fetish again. It wouldn't be fair to expose them for the humiliation of wetting themselves. But the thought made her giggle. When they were back home again, Manon realized, that there were an other problem too. Why was it, that in both occasions only one girl had wetted herself? Why hadn't Manon herself peed? Why hadn't the other woman peed herself? After some cogitation and reliving the two wetting occasions, she recalled, that in both cases she'd been facing the person, who wetted herself, when she blew into the fetish. At least she was pretty sure she had. Maybe by blowing into the fetish, the ultra-sound was transmitted like a beam in the direction, that she was facing? She knew, that she had to make some tests. And she also had to see, what happened, if she blew into the other end of the fetish. She hoped it wouldn't cause an innocent person to poop in her panties! That would be too gross! Next day it wasn't any lessons. Manon's school was closed because of teacher-day. She jumped out of her bed early in the morning, eager to get out and test her theories about her fetish. Anouk looked in astonishment at her little niece. Generally Manon wasn't an early bird... She was dressed in a short, pleated, blue skirt, a red short-sleeved blouse, white knee-length stockings and grey Converse Star Player Mid sneakers. In a rush she consumed two big mugs of milk chocolate, three sandwiches with thick salami-sausage slices, ham and cheese. She finished her meal gulping two glasses of orange juice. "I wonder where that little one has the place for all that..." Anouk pondered. Before Manon left the house she put on a grey cardigan; it was a bit chilly in the mornings. She waved goodbye to her aunt, who waved back, and muttered to herself: "I hope she remembered to go to the toilet after all she'd consumed." Manon had decided to go to the big, nearby park to test the fetish, which she now thought of as her Magic Whistle or just The Whistle. She strolled around in the park. She met many women on their way to work, but she got nervous by the thought, that she would actually make somebody to wet herself. On the two previous times she hadn't purposely made the women to pee themselves. She didn't then know the effect of blowing The Whistle. Now she had to be careful not to expose some innocent woman to the humiliation of peeing herself at the sight of other people, she thought. She went to a part of the park, that wasn't as crowded by people on their way to work. She sat down on a park bench and looked around. It was really a secluded spot of the park. She didn't see any person at all. But she'd got the whole day. As she waited, she got more and more excited. Imagine if she had the power to make people pee themselves! People and people... She was, of course, only interested in making females do it. And so she thought about, if there would be any effect of blowing in the other end of The Whistle as well. And, if so, what that effect would be. And then she saw a person approaching her. She soon saw, that it was a female. As she was getting nearer, she appeared to be a rather young girl, maybe a couple of years older than Manon. She had a small rucksack and was obviously on her way to school. Manon became a little uncertain, whether she should test The Whistle on her. She thought she shouldn't do it if the girl had been having pants, which obviously could show embarrassing signs of a wetting. But this girl was wearing a short red skirt, and hopefully it wouldn't get wet. By now Manon was so excited and eager to make the test, that the Voice of Conscience, didn't made itself heard. When the girl was about twenty meters away, Manon squeezed The Whistle and put it to her lips and blew. She blew hard and for several seconds, and the effect was instantaneous! A few opening trickles gave the girl a forewarning, luckily enough for her to hitch up her skirt before a strong stream of pee forced her white panties and hit the ground. The girl, who had stopped only less than a meter from Manon, looked in panic at her. Some pee splashed on Manon's legs, and she felt ecstatic! Eventually the girl stopped peeing. She mumbled out: "I... I'm sorry! I didn't feel it coming!" She was still holding up her skirt. Her panties were glistening from her pee, and some drops were still falling. Manon stood up and picked some kleenex from her bag. "Please! Don't feel embarrassed! It has happened to me too. No big deal! But I think you should take off your wet panties, and wipe off the pee from your legs and pussy!" The girl started to pull down her panties but stumbled and fell on to Manon, who grabbed her. "Let me help you", Manon said. She took off the soaked panties and gave them a quick sniff. Oh, what a wonderfully arousing scent it was! Then she handed the girl some kleenex. "Here, wipe your legs! I'll help you!" The girl bent down and began to mop her legs from her feet and upwards. Manon kneeled down, and began to wipe her thighs. The girl didn't raise objections to the obtrusive treatment. So Manon wiped a bit higher, "accidentally" touching the crotch. Still no objections. But she thought, that it might be too intrusive to go any further. But, of course, she could always ask... "Do you mind, if I clean your crotch too? You can get a rash..." The girl mumbled something, wich Manon interpreted as an OK. So, eagerly and with great enthusiasm, she thoroughly attended to the arousing task to clean the other girls pussy! In and out! Excited she witnessed how the pussy lips swollowed under her tender treatment. Fascinated she watched how the clitoris bobbed, when she touched it. It was the first time, that she had touched the pussy of an other girl! And how she loved it! The girl had begun to pant heavily! She moaned and groaned! And then she came! Her pussy twitched! Her pussy juices bubbled and spilled over, running down her thighs. Her orgasm made Manon to come as well! Both girls gave away muffled screams. Suddenly the girl stood up. Hastily she pulled down her skirt. "I'm late for school", she said, and ran away. Manon looked after her, still panting from her orgasm. The girl had left her panties. Manon took them and put them to her nose. She sniffed. The scent of pee mixed with other odeurs from the girl's body was intoxicating! Manon began to walk home. "I'll test the other end of The Whistle an other day", she thought. "Maybe tomorrow!" She added and giggled. On her way home she suddenly got desperate to pee. She sneaked in behind a bushery, parted her legs and hitched up her skirt. She put one hand on her panty crotch, and began to rub her pussy, trying to postpone the peeing a while. But in vain! Desperately rubbing she started to wet her panties (which btw. was already pretty wet from her pussy juices)! And almost immediately she got an overwhelming orgasm, while she continued to pee! When she'd finished peeing, a very happy and satisfied girl resumed her walk home.
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I hope next chapter won't take as long time as this one! |
CHAPTER 4.
In this chapter Manon will test the other end of the Magic Whistle. What will the result be? Well, to find out, you have to read!
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The following day Manon decided to make further tests of the Magic Whistle after the schoolday. Before going to school she prepared for the task by putting a box of kleenex in her little, pink rucksack. She also brought a couple of extra panties and a bottle of coca cola. The Whistle she put in a jacket pocket.
During the day she got more and more excited. So much that, when she left school, her panties had become really moisty.
Since the day before, she'd been thinking a lot of, which effects it was possible to get from the whistle. So far she'd seen, that blowing it could make a girl pee herself. But, was it possible to vary the effect? At the previous occasions the girls had begun to pee practically immediately, and pretty forcefully. But Manon recalled, that she everytime had blown the Whistle rather hard and for several seconds. What if she blew softer and briefer? And, of course, the big question: What will happen, if she blows in the other end of the Whistle?
She was quite nervous, when she headed for the park, which she'd chosen for her tests. She'd decided to test the other end of the Whistle this time. She strolled about the park, looking for a "trial person". As it was in the afternoon, after school hours, there were many schoolgirls and schoolboys lazing around. But Manon was looking for some girl, who was by herself. She didn't want anyone else to witness the outcome of her test of blowing the other end of the whistle. What did she know; anything might happen!
She kept on walking. She spotted some lonely females here and there, but when she got closer, she detected other people in their vicinity. Finally she spotted a woman sitting on a parkbench, reading a book. Getting closer Manon noticed, that she was a nice-looking woman between 25 and 30 years of age. At the opposite side of the parkway was an other bench, and Manon went up to it. She sat down and looked at the woman, who didn't seem to have noticed her; she was obviously wholly engrossed in her book. She was wearing a short, black skirt, which had ridden pretty high up, and a gray jacket, under which she had a white blouse. Her well-shaped legs were elegantly crossed, and a glimpse of pale skin was showing above her flesh-coloured nylon stockings. "Wow! Very sexy!" Manon thought.
She looked around. Not a soul in sight! Now was the time! She felt butterflies in her stomach, when she picked up the Whistle from her jacket pocket. She put it to her lips, looking at the woman. "Better to make a careful blow at first", she thought. She was so nervous, that a few drops of pee trickled out into her panties. Then she pulled herself together, and blew a short puff in the Whistle.
Her eyes were fixed at the woman. What will happen? Will anything happen at all? After a while she noticed, that the woman started to slightly move her legs. Was it an effect from blowing the Whistle? Or just a coincidence? She was tingling with excitement. The woman was now shifting about more and more restlessly. She rubbed her thighs against each other, making her skirt to ride up a bit more, showing a garter running up on one of her thighs. Manon's face was getting flushed.
A woman and a child approached. When they were only a few meters from them, the child gave a loud cry. The woman started at the sound, and hastily she adjusted her skirt. She continued to read her book, and to the disappointment of Manon she seemed to have calmed down, and the position of her skirt no longer invited to enthralling views.
But nothing daunted, Manon once again put the Whistle to her lips. She wasn't exactly sure about what conclusions were to draw from the first attempt, but it seemed to have some sort of effect. And the reaction had certainly had an effect on Manon; she could feel the dampness on her panties. And she wasn't a bit less aroused now! Which was why she decided to blow much harder and longer this time. And so she did!
And this time the response was not long in coming! Seemingly not aware of the presence of Manon, the woman began to caress her thighs with both hands. As they moved higher and higher, her skirt was pushed up with them. She was moving fast, and obviously she thought, that her skirt was interfering in her way upwards her thighs, so she lifted her behind slightly, and hitched her skirt up to her waist. With her skirt out of her way she began to furiously rub her crotch, pushing her silky, black panties deep into her pussy. Then she realized, that her panties were in the way for an even more intimate pleasure, why she tore them down with one violent movement, and threw them on the ground. Having gotten free and unlimited access to her private parts, she devoted her left hand to take care of her clitty and her right hand to dive into her pussy. The gurgling noise her right hand made, whipping around inside her pussy, made Manon so horny, that she couldn't help starting to caress her mimsy.
Furiously masturbating, both the woman and Manon got earthquaking orgasms almost simultaneously. Luckily for them there were no other persons in sight; they were not exactly whispering. Especially the woman was moaning loudly, arching like a bridge, juices foaming out of her pussy! In that moment she didn't look as elegant anymore... But very sexy!
Eventually their orgasms ebbed out. Suddenly it dawned on the woman, what she'd been doing! She totally panicked. She picked up her panties and pulled them on. Then she tried to pull down her skirt, but she was so upset, that she didn't manage. Struggling with her skirt, she started to walk away in great haste. Exposing her body from her waist and down. Nylon stockings, garterbelt and panties, which were pulled on back to front! Soon she'd vanished out of Manon's sight.
Manon was delighted! The whistle was indeed a success! Of course she had to test it further, but very likely the other end of the Whistle had the power to make a person horny! And it seemed, that it was possible to vary the effect depending on how hard and how long you were blowing.
Very satisfied with her discovery, she peed her panties, before she stood up and began to walk home. It was such a delicious sensation to feel her wet panties clinging around her private parts! She giggled! Tomorrow, tomorrow! Tomorrow she was going to continue her exploration of all the possibilities of the Whistle! Her Magic Whistle!
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TO BE CONTINUED. |
Hi everybody,
I'm so sorry for the delay to post the next chapter about Manon's Magic Whistle! There are causes that lie behind it, but I don't want to go into them. Anyway, the future looks bright and here comes the next chapter!
Manon and the Magic Whistle. Chapter 5.
Now Manon knew what both ends of the Magic whistle could do! What a lot of fun she could have with her marvellous whistle! Her head got filled with all sorts of naughty thoughts.
Next morning she jumped out of her bed and ran to the window. She drew the curtains, and laughed with delight, when she caught sight of a blue heaven and a brightly shining sun. A perfect day for naughty mischiefs, was her first thought. And, as it was Saturday and no school, she had the entire day at her disposal. She jumped out of her pyjamas and began to rummage about in her chest of drawers. She supposed, that she would need several pairs of panties, and chose some of various fabrics, styles and colours. Hidden in the back of a drawer she found a pack containing a pair of light brown nylon stockings, and another pack containing a white garterbelt . She’d bought them a couple of weeks ago, thinking, that now when she’d become 15, she was old enough to sometimes dress up in a more sexy way. But up to now, she hadn’t tried them on. “But today I will”, she whispered. She sat down on the bed side and began to put on the first stocking. It was a bit tricky, being the first time, but little by little she managed. She stood up and picked out the garterbelt from it’s pack. She put it on. At first she wasn’t sure of what should be in the front and what should be in behind. But when she looked in the mirror, she saw how it was meant. And finally, after some fumbling, she managed to attach the stockings to the garterbelt.
Standing before the mirror in only nylon stockings and garterbelt, she was in her firm conviction, that she looked outstandingly ravishing and sexy! It wasn’t long ago since she’d begun to grow hair on her mimsy, but although it was very thin, she used to shave it off. When they changed for Physical Education at school, she’d noticed, that most of the other girls was shaved clean. And she liked, that it gave her the look of a little girl.
She heard her aunt Anouk calling, that breakfast was served, and hurried up to complete her dress. As she didn’t wish to spoil the sexy image, she chose a pair of silky, white panties instead of the usual cotton. Her tiny, but well-shaped breasts were very firm and didn’t need a bra. A pleated, blue, shortish skirt, a yellow blouse (she giggled: A French girl wrapped in a Swedish flag!) and on her feet her favourite sport ballerinas. Lastly she put some extra panties and pantyhoses, a box of Kleenex and a bottle of coca cola in her blue canvas messenger bag.
She hadn’t made up any specific plans for the day. She decided to play it by ear. She took the bus downtown. She strolled about the streets for a while. She was so excited. She waited for a suitable opportunity to use her Magic Whistle. But the streets were too crowded. She continued walking, enjoying the wonderful sunny spring day. A balmy breeze found its way in under her skirt, gently caressing her bare thighs above the stocking tops, making her aware of that she for the first time was having nylon stockings. She felt grown-up and sexy!
Ahead of her a statue of the great Swedish author August Strindberg appeared. It was standing in a small park. It seemed to be pretty empty, why Manon decided to look for her “opportunity” there. It was a hill with lots of trees and bushes with fresh, green leaves. The lawns were covered by carpets of blue scilla. Narrow foot-paths crossed the park in different directions. She walked up to the top of the hill and sat down on a park bench. She looked around. Not a single soul in sight. But it was a nice place to rest at, and she remained seating.
A movement on a path a bit below, made her alert again. It was a woman (“Hurrah!” Manon whispered). She was heading up to the top of the hill, where Manon was seating. She was pretty young, 18 – 20, Manon thought. There was a park bench opposite to Manon, and she crossed her fingers: “Please, please, let her sit down there! Please!” And that was just what the young woman decided to do. She sat down and lit a cigarette. Manon gave her a good look. She was pretty good-looking, very blonde, and wore a bordeaux-red skirt and a grey cardigan.
Manon took out the Whistle from her skirt pocket. She pondered over, which end of the Whistle she would blow. She decided to begin with the making-horny end. She put the Whistle to her lips, and blew. It was a moderate blow, and she waited in eager expectation for the effect. She wasn’t disappointed. The girl began at once to squeeze and rub her thighs. Then she took a paper, which she’d brought with her, and unfolded it on her knee. With one hand she held the paper, and the other hand she put under the paper. Very soon the paper began to move, making it obvious, that her hand was engaged in doing something under the cloak of the paper. To Manon it was also obvious, what that “something” was! It got her so aroused, that she couldn’t remain inactive. She parted her legs slightly and pulled up her skirt a bit. Enough to reveal her white thighs above the stocking tops. She put her trembling hands on her thighs, and began to stroke upon her nylon stockings. Oh, it felt so nice!
Manon looked at the girl, and noticed, that she was looking in between Manon’s knees. The paper moved in waves over her hand. At that moment both Manon and the girl at the same time discovered a woman and a man coming in their direction. The girl stopped to move her hand under the paper, and Manon put her skirt straight again. When the couple had passed them, the girl’s hand got active again. But Manon wanted to try the other end of the Whistle too. The making-to-pee end! She’d begun to need to pee pretty badly, and the thought of her and another girl wetting themselves at the same time made her insainly excited!
She took out the whistle again and blew. This time in the pee end. Not too hard, she didn’t want her to pee too soon. Then she turned the whistle and blew in the making-horny end. The effect was terrific! The girl moved her hand in such a vehement way, that the paper flew away, and Manon could see, that she had pulled up her skirt all the way. She had her hand inside both her pantyhose and her panties, furiously rubbing her pussy.
Manon followed her example, hitched up her skirt and put her hand inside her panties. She caressed her throbbing, stiff knob, which made her to moan of lust! With her other hand she began to rub her sensitive inside. She was now on the edge to both wet herself and to orgasm. She heard the other girl pant and moan, and suddenly a low but sharp cry gave away, that she began to orgasm! And that did it for Manon! She came harder, than she ever had before! At the same time she started to wet herself! Her hot pee flowed over her hands and through her panties. She looked eagerly at the girl. Would she too wet herself? And yes! She did! She was still orgasming, when a strong stream forced its way through her panties. In astonishment she looked down, she was actually peeing herself, she couldn’t believe it!
Their orgasms eventually ebbed out. The girl stood up and took the few steps up to Manon. She leant over Manon, and said:
“I’m sorry! I don’t know, how it happened! I’ve never done anything like this before.“
“Oh, don’t feel sorry! It wasn’t your fault, we couldn’t help it, it just happened,” Manon stuttered out. “And… and it felt so… I mean, well, I kind of liked it!”
“Yeah, that’s so crazy! I too liked it! And yet I felt so terribly embarrassed for wetting myself like a baby! By the way, my name is Annika: We should know our names, as we’ve shared a pretty intimate moment!”
“My name is Manon!”
“Are you from France? It sounds so from your accent.”
“Yes, I was born in France.”
They chatted a while before they parted. But before that they exchanged their mobile phone numbers. |
Hi everybody,
I beg forgiveness for this very long delay to post a new chapter. I wrote this chapter in February, but I haven't been in the mood to post it earlier. Anyway, I feel much better now and here is the next chapter.
Manon and the Magic Whistle, Chapter 6.
Manon was at a school with only girls and most of her teachers were females too. They were all nice, she thought, with the exception of the English teacher. She was young and good-looking but very strict. Very! Manon didn't like her at all. It was like Miss Aldén (that was her name) enjoyed to be mean. She often made malicious remarks, if a pupil failed to give the right answer. It happened quite frequently that some poor girl burst into tears during her lessons.
One day one of Manon's classmates, Anita, asked to be allowed to go to the bathroom. Miss Aldén answered:
"You should know by now, that I don't allow my pupils to leave the classroom for bathroom visits. There are plenty of time for that between lessons."
"But..."
"No arguing! To get you to understand what I'm saying, you have to write 'It's not allowed to visit the bathroom during the lesson!' ten times on the blackboard! Now!"
Anita went up to the blackboard on shaky legs. She started to write. She tripped restlessly on the spot with crossed legs. Suddenly she stopped writing and dropped the chalk. Tears welled out of her eyes. She pressed her skirt in between her thighs. It didn't help. She parted her legs, and her classmates and Miss Aldén witnessed how she totally lost control and peed herself. Pee ran down her legs and hit the floor. Some of it filled her shoes.
Her classmates looked in horror at her. They felt so sorry for her. But Miss Aldén didn't feel sorry.
"You filthy girl! What are you up to? You're fifteen years old, not a baby! Go back to your desk, after the lesson you and I shall pay a visit to the headmistress!"
Manon was so angry! She couldn't believe, that a teacher could be so cruel; it was like she thought, that Anita had wetted herself on purpose. And on the top of it all, she'd forced Anita to sit at her desk in her soaked panties for the rest of the lesson! Someone should teach her a lesson! Then she got a bright idea. In her pocket she had, as usual, her Magic Whistle. Why not let Miss Aldén see how it felt to have to pee really, really bad?
Concealed in her hand she brought the Whistle to her lips and aimed it to Miss Aldén. At first she blew a shorter puff, just enough to make her to feel a strong need to pee.
Miss Aldén was standing writing on the blackboard, when she began to move a bit uneasily. She crossed her legs and pressed her thighs together. She tried hard to not show anything to the class. Her urge to pee grew stronger and stronger, but it was only five minutes left of the lesson. She should be able to endure. To leave for the toilet during the lesson was out of the question, she thought. Not in the wiew of the rule she'd just minutes ago stated for her pupils. Sure she had to pee pretty bad, but she was a grown up, she was no doubt able to endure.
At that moment Manon blew her Whistle again. This time stronger. Miss Aldén began to wriggle and trip restlessly before the blackboard, and now the whole class noticed her awkward predicament. Was it possible? Did their strict teacher have to pee so badly, that she wasn't able to conceal her urge from her class? Miss Aldén got more and more desperate. She pressed her hands against her crotch. But all was in vain. Suddenly a strong spurt of pee soaked her panties and the front of her skirt, that she'd pressed in between her thighs. At first the pupils didn't notice as she still was facing the blackboard. But soon she peed a steady stream, which ran down her legs, filled her shoes and hit the floor forming a big puddle around her feet.
The bell went for the end of the lesson, but the class didn't notice it. They were all staring fascinated at their teacher. Miss Aldén shouted:
"Leave the classroom at once! You too, Anita! I'll talk to you later."
It was their last lesson for the day. But Manon wasn't done with Miss Aldén. She thought, that Miss Aldén should learn to show respect for her pupils. She waited outside the school. It didn't take long before Miss Aldén appeared. She had a light coat on, which concealed her wet skirt.
Manon followed her at some distance. She knew, that she used to cross a park near the school on her way home. It wasn't very likely, that she would choose any other way home than the shortest, she thought and giggled.
She was right. Miss Aldén turned left, when she reached the park. Time to act, Manon thought. She put the Whistle to her lips and again she blew in the "pee"-end. Enough to make Miss Aldén desperate to pee.
Miss Aldén stopped and crossed her legs. She realized, that she was soon to pee herself again if she didn't find somewhere release herself before. She looked around and then, with short but very quick steps, she reeled away towards a big shrubbery.
Manon turned the Whistle to blow the "horny"-end. It was a pretty long blow, enough to make Miss Aldén to stop to put her right hand in between her thighs, pressing in the coat and the skirt against her crotch. With very funny steps she continued to the shrubbery.
Manon hastened to catch up with her teacher. Again she put the Whistle to her lips and blew first the "pee"- and then the "horny"-end. Hard puffs!
Miss Aldén stopped behind a bush. Hastily she took off her coat and threw it on the ground. She pulled up her skirt to her hips but didn't manage to pull down her red, silky panties before she started to pee. Manon was right behind her and hurried to pass her to be able to watch her strict teacher wetting herself like a little girl! Oh, it was such an exciting spectacle! Manon felt strong twitches in her pussy, she was getting very horny!
Miss Aldén winced, when she caught sight of Manon. Somewhere in her dazed mind she knew, that she should behave herself in the presence of a pupil of her, but it didn't stop her from putting her right hand on her crotch. Her pee rushed between her fingers, when she rubbed upon her panties. She'd parted her legs and through her almost see-through panties Manon could see, that her crotch was clean shaved.
Manon went up close to her teacher. She pulled up her skirt and grabbed her left hand and placed it on the front of her pink cotton panties. Miss Aldén made a feeble try to withdraw her hand, but Manon blew another puff on the horny end of the Whistle, which made Miss Aldén to instead begin to caress Manon's pussy! Evilly Manon thought, that Miss Aldén was in her power now! She reached her hand in between Miss Aldén's thighs and felt her warm pee pouring on it. It felt so nice! She cupped her hand and let it be filled with pee. Then she brought it to her mouth and drank it. Oh, it tasted wonderfully! the taste excited her! She wondered if her teacher would like to taste her pee. She started to pee, and at once it streamed through her panties and into Miss Aldén's caressing hand.
"Taste my pee", she whispered. And Miss Aldén wasn't late to do so! "Did you like it, miss?" She asked.
"Ye... yes!" Miss Aldén stuttered. She began to caress Manon's pussy again. Still wetting herself Manon got a big orgasm! She moaned out loudly! In the next moment her teacher also came hard, groaning and moaning! They both were shaking, Manon in several ongoing orgasms!
Their orgasms ebbed out. Miss Aldén, still immensely horny, tried to kiss Manon. But Manon took a step back.
"Miss Aldén", she said in a serious voice. "I'm only fifteen years old, and you're my teacher! You're not allowed to kiss a pupil! You're not allowed to caress her pussy! To make her orgasm! You're not allowed to let her taste your pee! You're not allowed to masturbate in front of her! And let her witness you're orgasms! You wouldn't be allowed to teach anymore, if I told what you've done! Not in our school, not anywhere! You might even have to go to prison! If you don't want that to happen, you have to do as I tell you. Firstly, you have to beg Anita's forgiveness! And secondly, you have to treat your pupils with respect in the future! And do you know what? You're now in my power! You have to obey me, do whatever I tell you! In short, from now on I am your Mistress! Do you get it? Say: Manon, you are my Mistress, and I will always obey you! Now!"
"Manon, you are my Mistress, and I will always obey you!" She looked at Manon. "Please, don't tell anyone! I will beg Anita's forgiveness! And from now on treat my pupils with respect. And do everything you tell me to do."
"Good! See you in school tomorrow, Rebecka Aldén!" And then she turned and left Miss Aldén, who was still standing with parted legs and wet panties.
It was not until she noticed, that a couple of girls stared at her, when she passed them, as she got aware of, that her skirt was still wrapped around her waist, and that she showed her soaked panties. With hot red blushing cheeks she hastily arranged her skirt. |
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